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>>1349722
You are Lieutenant 'Prince'. A seasoned NCO of the Black Company that, through a cruel twist of fate, found yourself landed with an officer's commission. Now you find yourself in command of the 7th Kiregstrom Shocktroopers, a position with more responsibility and scrutiny than you ever wanted.

7th Kriegstrom Platoon
Comprised of the most well-armed and armoured troops, 7th Platoon offers the meanest, fiercest and, given the mortality rate, dumbest soldiers to be found in the Black Company. A more bizarre collection of fighting men and women has likely never been seen. Down-on-their-luck heroes with a magic swords and brooding pasts like Cairsun; escaped slaves with a penchant for magik like Nissar; disgruntled veterans of the Nuemunster Legions like Corporal ‘Jack’ Marcus; Scarred Wildborn ‘Smiles’ (because fighting is really all a Wildborn knows); aging Skald huscarls like Hirstun of Ligh that should have retired long ago. You even have a mute rotten undead warrior, ‘Mask’, which is one even you haven’t heard before. Nevermind the fekking Dragon.

They’re your men (and women). Mercenaries, that kill for money. Warriors, with the right degree of pride and stubbornness. Soldiers, that fight for the man next to them. You never wanted this position, deciding who dies where. Dark Father knows it’s only a matter of time before you get them all killed.

Recap
Following the fall of the Neumunster city of Sarsburg several weeks ago, your Employer has sent his unholy host spread throughout the entirety of the western and northern reaches of the Neumunster Nation. While the main part of the Company and the undead went west to Oxenfurt Bridge, you were tasked with the seizure of the northern town of Kresden.

You've done that. And better yet you've taken it almost entirely intact, protecting both buildings and inhabitants alike from the violence (sort of) and the unsavoury attentions of your own reinforcements (mostly). And now the whole of what's left of Northern Nuemunster stretches before you undefended. It's time to project force from your secure town and bring the crumbling 'Empire' to heel.

Three days have passed since you marched out of Kresden. Yesterday you cemented your Black reputation by brutally disposing of not one but two renowned Skald warriors, in a manner no one is likely to forget.

You spent the night at a quickly-flooding Fort Casca to make sure the southern half of the Hāastweiser River has died off enough to prevent a Skald fleet from using it. Now begins the two-day march back to the relative safety of Kresden.

Despite somewhat distracted by concerns of a plot to free the boy-heir by a traitor that you suspect is Saint, you make sure to devote some time fretting about how the other missions are proceeding.

Rolled 475 (1d1000)

>>1349722
>>1349770

Rolling 1d1000 to see how this baby goes today.

>>1349777
Hoo dolly.

It's my first time being here for the Black Company. Be gentle.

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Midnight the previous Evening, The Abbey of the Mother

Dead leaves rustled in the cold winds outside the once-quiet Abbey. There were no stars in the night’s sky when Lord Lorgia and his creatures struck.

“Heigelen Guard! Stand your ground!”Saint-Captain Kamps shouts, as if they had any ground left to give. A Bloodknight’s fist sank elbow deep into the stomach of the Heigelen beside him, seizing the opportunity gifted to him by the death of his comrade the Captain struck off the creature’s arm with his Moonlight Blade, its head following soon after with a flick of the wrist. The empty armour clattered to the white Abbey tiles in a cloud of ash giving the holy men some much-needed breathing room. There were precious few of them left standing, perhaps a score of Heigelen and Chevalisse crowded around the Mother’s Altar against a similar number of immortal vampiric predators, a match they could ill-afford. Saint-Captain Kamp’s gritted his teeth and another one of his Heigelen men crumpled, scream cut off as gleaming white fangs sank into his side, wrist and throat. They only had to hold a few moments longer. He forced his way to the front of the Heigelen Guard as they started chanting in their guttural Neumunster accents. An old war mantra, old when the Neumunster Empire itself was still young.

”Meine Liebe für die Mutter der Trauer! Mein Hass für den Vater des Rasens! Mein Leben für den Sohn der Hoffnung!” The cry is taken up by all the surviving Heigelen; they refuse to go into death’s cold embrace quietly, determined to take a few of these foul creatures down with them. ”Für Skarling Kronebrecher! Für das Vaterland!”

”Go, garcon! Allez!” Ser Gabrielle of the Order of the Bloody Rose practically had to shove the young newly-initiated Holy Warrior down the escape hatch behind the fighting, a panic tunnel not included on the plans for surely the creatures must have had inside information to make it so far undetected into the Abbey. The young paladin looks stricken at the thought of leaving his comrades, the small bundle clutched tight against his chest.

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>>1349796
Prepare thine buttocks.

>>1349796
There are some cuffs in the corner. All new initiates wear them for a day.
No worries, it's just a formality.

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>>1349809
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”I cannot leave you like this! One more worthy than I should take my place!”

So young and full of fire, Ser Gabrielle sighed. He would have made a fine Paladin had they had the chance to complete his training.

”I am afraid not, mon ami. It would not do to leave my brothers to die such a glorious death alone. I am sorry such a burden must befall one so young, but the Tears are yours. Go, I say! And remember us!”

Ser Gabrielle slammed the trapdoor and ducked as one of the fanged undead swiped a claw inches above his head. The foul thing got a burst of pure Light in return, dissipating into salt and ash even as it was flung screeching into the rafters. Ser Gabrielle stepped in front of the altar beside Saint-Captain Kamps, the Heigelen Guard veteran bleeding from a fresh cut above his forehead. He helped one of the wounded Chevalisse Knights up by the arm, addressing his own men in their native noble-tongue as the Heigelen continued their chant.

“Ne soyons pas dépassés par noscamarades Neumunster! Chersamis, chantez avec moi!”The noble Chevalisse Knights of the Bloody Rose begin to sing, a defiantly jovial bittersweet tune in the face of their encroaching doom. ”Ne pleurez pas pour moi, ma mère. Vousavez déjà pleuré. La mort n'est pas la fin que vousvoyez...”

The tall and impossibly beautiful vampire leaders, a scowling female and a grinning male, regarded the handful of singing men disdainfully. The male leader hefted his cruel blade and the vampires howled into the starless sky as they rushed the last mortal men.

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A mile downriver, caked in mud and debris to cover his scent, the soaking wet Paladin-in-training huddled in the dark. He shivered in the cold as he watched the Abbey of the Mother braze bright, like a beacon in the dark. He would never forget.

Fulfil the Mission. He cannot let the sacrifice of his brothers be in vain. He must protect the Tears of the Mother, no matter the cost to his person or pride.

Avenge the Dead. He would not let this injustice against his brothers go unanswered. No matter how steep the price, he would vanquish the vampire siblings responsible.

>Fulfil the Mission. He cannot let the sacrifice of his brothers be in vain. He must protect the Tears of the Mother, no matter the cost to his person or pride.

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>>1349848
>Fulfil the Mission. He cannot let the sacrifice of his brothers be in vain. He must protect the Tears of the Mother, no matter the cost to his person or pride.

>>1349809
>Mein Hass für den Vater des Rasens!
>google translate
>My hatred for the father of the lawn!

>Fulfil the Mission. He cannot let the sacrifice of his brothers be in vain. He must protect the Tears of the Mother, no matter the cost to his person or pride.

>>1349848
>Fulfil the Mission. He cannot let the sacrifice of his brothers be in vain. He must protect the Tears of the Mother, no matter the cost to his person or pride.

These guys don't have a vengeful bone in their body. It's what make killing them so much fun.

>>1349848
>Fulfill the Mission. He cannot let the sacrifice of his brothers be in vain. He must protect the Tears of the Mother, no matter the cost to his person or pride.

>>1349856
Blood makes a great fertiliser, doesn't it? What if after all this time LT Prince has been serving a particularly single-minded gardener?

>>1349848
>Fulfil the Mission. He cannot let the sacrifice of his brothers be in vain. He must protect the Tears of the Mother, no matter the cost to his person or pride.
Paladin's gonna paladin. Although I suspect the vampiric proficiency for hunting prey will mean his escape may be short lived. Who knows though.

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>>1349874
Would this be an excuse to get to pruning the human race then?

>>1349890
Depending on the level of their feeding frenzy, most of the vampires might not care to track down one man in favor of twenty more. They did just get their choice feast denied to them.

This is why we have brothers keeping watch on the river, obviously.

>>1349941
Yup, mind you the boss man and lady vampire probably are somewhat more disposed to getting a fantastic relic than another feast. Who knows though, just pure baseless speculation on my end.

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>>1349853
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>>1349941
>>1349960

According to the roll two threads ago, the Vampires failed to retrieve the Relic but did strike a blow against Chevalisse morale by razing such a significant holy site to the ground.

The young initiate’s knuckles tightened over his sword hilt, but he stilled it. Rage was useless here.

To throw his life away, and doom the Mission, after all his brothers-in-arms had sacrificed for it… that would do them dishonour. He understood now, his life was not his own. Vengence came second to their holy task… He would protect the Tears of the Mother. No matter the cost.

It was a long night for the adolescent man, lying belly down in the mud as he heard bats, wolves and far darker things scurry sniffling in the woods around him. When the first glimmer of the sun finally rose over the horizon… all that remained was the burnt out ruins of the Abbey of the Mother.

The juvenile said one last prayer, hoping his brothers found peace, and stepped off heading South.

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16 hours before and several leagues away. Ajiyimad Mercernaries and 2nd Platoon Rangers,‘The Grundi Brother’s Mobile Shoppe of Arms, Armaments & Armour Repairs’, Albani Workshop

LT ‘Shaftie’ Adams believed that his mission was going rather well. The Albani rifelmen on the rooftop had been worrying, but the marksmanship of his rangers were keeping the enemy’s head down. Already his platoon and the Ajiyimad boys were scaling up the side of the building, an odd structure that seemed to be made as much of pipes and chimneys as it was made of tiles and brickwork.

The indignant Albani shouts seemed to be as much directed at each other as they are at the foe scaling the walls.

At the 2:15 mark https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QiwiuDW52hY

”The stunty bastards never could stop fighting between themselves long enough to tackle anyone else.” The 2nd Platoon Lieutenant yells with smug confidence. ”It’s why they got their arses kicked from one side of Albani to the other! Go power through Rangers!”

The Ranger LT’s encouragement was cut off by the sudden rumbling beneath his feet. LT Shaftie’s eyes widened in horror An Albani Warmachine activating from within? This they were NOT equipped for.

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”Move it, you shits! Get up and in there before they activate the fekking thing!”

”Off! OFF! Everyone get their fekking arses down and bug out!”

>>1349986
>”Move it, you shits! Get up and in there before they activate the fekking thing!”

>>1349986
>”Move it, you shits! Get up and in there before they activate the fekking thing!”

”Move it, you shits! Get up and in there before they activate the fekking thing!”

>>1349986

”Off! OFF! Everyone get their fekking arses down and bug out!”

Sure trying to get in there and stop it from activating is nice, but I feel like they're already a little too late. Better to not cram them inside a building with a deathmachine.

>”Move it, you shits! Get up and in there before they activate the fekking thing!”

>>1349986
>”Move it, you shits! Get up and in there before they activate the fekking thing!”
When dealing with forces beyond yourself (and possibly your ability to outrun) prevention is the key!

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>>1349986
>”Move it, you shits! Get up and in there before they activate the fekking thing!”
you just couldnt give them to us without a fight could you

>>1349796
The RNG is not known to be gentle.

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>>1350094
Maybe the rumbling is from a very un-sober albani trying to start up the machine and then tripping and knocking all the others on their fronts.

>>1349848
>Vous avez déjà pleuré
>pleurée as the subject is female. One of those rare thing google mess up.

>>1349986
>”Move it, you shits! Get up and in there before they activate the fekking thing!”

>>1350124
true but qm is pissed that we took all his toys last thread

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”Move it, you shits! Get up and in there before they activate the fekking thing!”

The Rangers and Ajiyimad merc both redouble their efforts. No one wanted to deal with a fully activated Albani Warmachine. The smartest of their number moved fast, but not quite as fast as the rest... better they got their ahead of them if it was already operational after all. A few moments of frantic clambering way interrupted by a burst of flame from one of the dozen downward-facing chimneys. Two Rangers and an Ajiyimad merc are completely incinerated in a moment. The flame doesn’t stop spewing out to LT Shaftie’s amazement. A booming Albani voice, almost certainly amplified by some peculiar magik, causes him to wince at the noise.

“Lansarea activat. Amorsarea aprindere secundară. Hang on, you ninnies.”

The building itself began to rise off of the ground.

The Rangers halfway up the shop’s walls needed no further encouragement, rappelling down or simply leaping from the middle of their climb to hit the ground rolling. The last one, another Zakashi sister, hissed in pain at her landing, clutching her ankle. The wiry brown woman stumbled, the Ajiyimad mercs not pausing in their escape to even glance her way. LT ‘Shaftie’ hissed in frustration, looks like finishing the climb wasn’t going to happen. He leaped down from his line, draginging the Zakashi sister out of the way of one of the mobile supports… or legs…. The giant Albani workshop reared up on its spindly steel supports like a drunk spider and takes a massive step forward.

”Holy… fekking… shit…” LT ‘Shaftie’ Adams was rooted to the spot of the towering workshop. The adds weren’t lying, it really was mobile.

The Zakashi sister he was half-carrying, half-dragging grunted in agreement as the Albani voice booms out again.

”Navă departe! Nu! Himli you idiot don’t touch that you’ll doom us al-“KKKRSSH.

The mysterious voice dies out. Moments later the engines begin to stutter and the whole structure pitched forward as one of it's 'legs' gave way… No building survives a drop from 50 feet. Certainly not one with combustible working parts.

…
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”My men report that nothing salvageable survived the crash. Is that the word for this,naam? A crash?” The unflappable Turncoat Prince and a soot-covered LT ‘Shaftie’ Adams watch their men continue to pick over the wreckage. No Albani work, or Albani workers for that matter, survived. ”What will you be telling LT ‘Prince’ about this?”

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”I… I think I might amend the report slightly.”

”The important bit. Objective completed.”
>>1349912
I even read this in his voice.

>>1350130
I always hated male and female rules. Almost every language except my native English does this shit. I find it infuriating (even though I love the language).

>"The important bit. Objective completed.”

>>1350220
>”The important bit. Objective completed.”

”The important bit. Objective completed.”

>>1350220
>”The important bit. Objective completed.”

>>1350220
>”The important bit. Objective completed.”

Our men died valiantly clogging the exhaust ports of this giant construct. Surely that's the reason it broke.

>>1350220
>”The important bit. Objective completed.”

>>1350182
no skalds, no albani warmachines,no x3strong vampires to backstab us, dragon is dominated and the traitor is probably half scared to death now

>>1350306
Sounds like you're counting our eggs before they hatch anon. That's never good before a major conflict.

>>1350220
>"You missed the most interesting thing you never saw sir."

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>>1350220
Also nice pic name.

>>1350321
that would be true if this was in the thread before we went to do the tasks but allof these have been achieved now so the chickens have already hatched now. now the Neumunster have to think of a way to pull something out of their arse to save themselves

>>1350220
>”The important bit. Objective completed.”

>>1350350
well its looking like a new hero/ saint is going to apper on there side at soem point.
but dont they still have some warmachines?
these was just extra ones we could have goten and used right?

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”The important bit. Objective completed.” LT ‘Shaftie’ Adams held the Ajiyimad exiles gaze until the other looked away.

The dark-skinned Crown-Prince frowned at the Ranger LT, and the three figures covered in cloth beside him. These Black Company men had such odd notions of victory and death.

”Hmph. Foreigners…”


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Manzer Pass, Early this Morning

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PGrxHO-B2TY

”Seven-hundred Saints I wish these elves would shut up already.” Staff-Sergeant Mikel to his superior as they watched the column pass by.

The Twelfth Legionnaires kept good order. There weren’t many off them left after several years facing against the Wild, but every damn one of them was a grim hard-faced veteran of many skirmishes. Their dulled yellow colours and re-patched uniforms did not reflect the steel and hardness of the men within.

”Mmm.” Major Lupzig mumbled, his eyes focusing on something else.

The Elves were not so muted as their shorter-lived comrades. Singing a jaunty tune to the sound of flute and drum, they marched proudly in their bright colours of red and blue with their arbalests shouldered and hats slouched to the right. Latest fashion in Helenwood, apparently. Few of the Neumunster men complained though, the elf-girls hospitality more than made up for the elf-men’s eccentricities.

”I mean, they’re damn good marksmen now doubt and deadly with those corssbows of theirs. But would it kill them to demonstrate a little noise discipline? And why such garishly bright colours? Bleh.”

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>>1350399
Nope there where 6 and we destroyed 6

>>1350399
Nope, they're all gone. The chosen one was only going to show up if rhe Abbey attack had been a complete faliure, which it wasn't.

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>>1350403
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”Mmm.” The Major mumbled again, squinting his eyes. ”Tell me, Sergeant, you’ve gone though Manzer Pass with me before, yes?”

”Yes, sir.”

”Do you recall seeing a Dragon statue halfway through the chasm at the top? Damn lifelike looking thing.” The Major stroked his moustache approvingly.

”Dragon statue, sir?” The Staff-Sergeant’s eyebrows furrowed. He looked up, his eyes widening. The ‘statue’ moved, spreading it’s massive wings and taking flight above the tightly packed column, ”…Oh. Fek me…”

The men had faced Wyverns, Griffins and other winged terrors from the Wild. Dragons were another matter, they cared nothing for the Wild King’s wars or the affairs of Man. The Elven Arbalests had left their strings safely stored in their pouches to avoid weathering. It would only have taken a few moments to apply them and have the weapons cocked and ready. Every mortal eye on that swooping terror bearing down on them knew they did not have a few moments.

All it took was once pass.

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The smell of cooked meat filled Asgorga’s nostrils. Over a hundred crispy elves and men roasted before him, little fires still dotting the canyon. With some chagrin he noticed that he, a noble Draconic beast, was salivating like a baser creature. Still… he was feeling quite ravenous….

The Prince had said no eating people, better not test the limits of that command.

The Prince meant that he should eat no one on -their side-, surely? Just a nibble then.

>>1350403
>And then the fire nation attacked

>>1350399
nah the other war machines are being used to take back the albani homelands these were all they could spare. and as to the traitor I agree with what an anon said last thread that it's the three sisters it explains the difference in hand writing it explains why our pet gren sniffed trooper kids neck as one of the sisters kissed him.

>The Prince had said no eating people, better not test the limits of that command.

>>1350412
>The Prince meant that he should eat no one on -their side-, surely? Just a nibble then.
No ones looking

>>1350412
>The Prince meant that he should eat no one on -their side-, surely? Just a nibble then.

Being possessed was humiliating, but what the Prince doesn't know won't come back to bite him in the ass. Probably.

>>1350412
>The Prince meant that he should eat no one on -their side-, surely? Just a nibble then.
He should have been clearer

>>1350412
>The Prince meant that he should eat no one on -their side-, surely? Just a nibble then.

>>1350412
>The Prince had said no eating people, better not test the limits of that command.
>Livestock on the other hand... (make a farmer cry on the way back.)

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A few spelling stuff-ups here, sorry about that.

>>1350329
I try.

>>1350350
It is looking pretty grim for the Free Alliance, true. But you forget that Superior Syka has been whispering in the Necromancer's ear the entire time you've been in Kresden. Any 'grand plan' to crush the Alliance for good probably won't care if it comes at the cost of the Black Company...

Count Vermillio NOT dying would have made things a lot easier for both you guys and me.

>The Prince meant that he should eat no one on -their side-, surely? Just a nibble then.
their already dead and they choose to be combatants in this war their bodies are forfiet

>>1350412
>The Prince meant that he should eat no one on -their side-, surely? Just a nibble then.

>>1350435

Oh shit, if the Necromancer decides to fucking destroy the Black Company are we gonna flip sides?

>>1350432

Steal a virgin princess on the way back and you've got yourself a deal.

>>1350441
an elf princess

>>1350440
Nah hell just make sure we're constantly in the meat grinder

>>1350444
Have you seen how accommodating those elves are? I'd be surprised if they had a virgin left.

>>1350441
if QM allows It I change my vote to steal cows and princesses

>>1350449
i didnt say a virgin
just an elf princess

>>1350417
>>1350410
but the kid still has the holey item so that is going to do something

>>1350412
>The Prince meant that he should eat no one on -their side-, surely? Just a nibble then.
Prince says lots of things, like "Troopers are expected to procure their own provisions during missions."

>>1350462
That was the ressurection thing.

>>1350462
well he's drugged right now so he might slip up and let us have . we,er talking about the prisoner prince right?

>>1350472
>>1350466
i was talking about the kid that got away from the vamps higher up.
>>1350466
but will it resurrect?

>>1350435
I guess it's time to send bad hand out for an "intel mission" to find out if she's going to fek us again like at salburg
>>1350500
they resurrect mask so they can kill him for real
speaking of which we need a morning scene with trooper kid mask and our euhu

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The Prince meant that he should eat no one on -their side-, surely? Just a nibble then.

Yes. He was operating alone out here, and that meant the necessity of interpreting commands. Asgorga was sure there was some human justification for it, but really he was hungry and it all smelled so enticing. This is the kind of glorious display of his power, and well earned reward, he had been imagining.

Oh look, one of them is still wriggling. If Asgorga could grin he would have.

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Over a hundred soldiers reduced to ash and burnt meat in seconds…

Staff-Sergeant Mikel knew the burns were bad because he couldn’t feel most of them. He could feel the flesh sloughing off his trembling arm. One of his legs was twitching involuntarily, some serious nerve damage then. He’d probably be dead soon. By the Saints, he hoped so. The black-scaled monster had noticed his movement, it’s serpentine head looming over the helpless NCO.

The teeth, long as shortswords and twice as sharp, closed around his skull and then…

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>>1350520
>closed around his skull and then…
I can think of 2 things
prince just took control
our fekking dragon just got fekked

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>>1350520
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This Afternoon, At one of the many Kresden Province Granaries

Ludwig the Elder watched the last of the figures recede over the hill. Soldier dressed in black, robed heretics and their lifeless automatons. He shivered, glad to see them go.

”I don’t get it, Da.” Said Ludwig the Younger, scratching his head ”I thought for sure they’d take what they could and burn the rest.”

”Maybe they are planning on coming back, picking up the rest?” His father responded, eyeing the grain sacks. They’d taken a lot, true. But not even half. There was still plenty of it left.

”I dunno, Da… they killed the guards and all for it. Wouldn’t they think someone would be helping themselves to what’s left unguarded?” The boy didn’t look convinced.

Ludwig the Elder wasn’t too concerned with the whys and wherefores though. With this grain, even a fraction of it, they’d make it through this winter. His wife Marte would weep for joy, little Sofia was looking sicklier and hungrier every day lately.

He turned to Ludwig the Younger.

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”Go to the Morsin’s. Ask if you can borrow a cart and any spare hands.” There was food enough here for the whole village. Maybe they’d all make it through the winter after all, together.

”Son, let’s keep this between us. Bring up the cart, No need to let anyone know.” That food could last his family 10 winters and then some. Enough to live well, enough to turn a profit even.


>>1350552
Man, you are just expecting a BAD END around every corner ain't ya? That was just the Neumunster NCO dying was all. Really. You paranoid fekker.

>>1350565
>”Go to the Morsin’s. Ask if you can borrow a cart and any spare hands.” There was food enough here for the whole village. Maybe they’d all make it through the winter after all, together.

>>1350565
>”Go to the Morsin’s. Ask if you can borrow a cart and any spare hands.” There was food enough here for the whole village. Maybe they’d all make it through the winter after all, together.
Oh man I know we possibly have a small pox blanket situation here but I'd still think they would do the right thing even if it unknowingly doomed more. Maybe this is more of a hearts and minds thing, or having making peasants fight the army of the "Good guys" to keep their limited food, but probably not

>”Go to the Morsin’s. Ask if you can borrow a cart and any spare hands.” There was food enough here for the whole village. Maybe they’d all make it through the winter after all, together.

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”Go to the Morsin’s. Ask if you can borrow a cart and any spare hands.” There was food enough here for the whole village. Maybe they’d all make it through the winter after all, together.

good.. good let the plague flow through you

>>1350565

>”Go to the Morsin’s. Ask if you can borrow a cart and any spare hands.” There was food enough here for the whole village. Maybe they’d all make it through the winter after all, together.

>>1350565
>”Go to the Morsin’s. Ask if you can borrow a cart and any spare hands.” There was food enough here for the whole village. Maybe they’d all make it through the winter after all, together.

These poor bastards.

>>1350615

Oh god, the Alchemists turn them into fucking walking super-mutant abominations that attack everything in sight.

The look that Saint is gonna give us is gonna be priceless.

"What, you told me not to feed them to the Vampires. This was the next best option".

"Tu...Turning them into walking plague husk abominations with no souls?"

"well, yeah".

>>1350565
Man, you are just expecting a BAD END around every corner ain't ya?
prince attempts to play euhu
rolls a 100
legendary euhu string snaps, striking his skull caving it in killing him
mask goes berserk and kills the rest of the black company
trooper kid slips and drops it's cigarette into flammable oil and is burnt alive
yeah I guess I might be a bit paranoid

>>1350565
>”Go to the Morsin’s. Ask if you can borrow a cart and any spare hands.” There was food enough here for the whole village. Maybe they’d all make it through the winter after all, together.

>>1350637
>Man, you are just expecting a BAD END around every corner ain't ya?*
this should be in green text

>>1350565
>”Go to the Morsin’s. Ask if you can borrow a cart and any spare hands.” There was food enough here for the whole village. Maybe they’d all make it through the winter after all, together.

>>1350565
>”Go to the Morsin’s. Ask if you can borrow a cart and any spare hands.” There was food enough here for the whole village. Maybe they’d all make it through the winter after all, together.

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”Go to the Morsin’s. Ask if you can borrow a cart and any spare hands.”

”Da?” Ludwig the Younger looked like he was about to say something as he frowned at the grain crates, but then clearly thought better of it.

”You gotta do right by your fellow man, son.” Ludwig the Elder nodded, angry at himself for even thinking of the alternative. How could he even consider letting good folk starve while he had their salvation right here? ”You’ll see one day, my boy. Good things come to those who do good to others.”

Maybe it was true, maybe it wasn’t. Ludwig the Elder didn’t know for sure. But he did know that raising his boy right meant teaching him that much. Do right by your neighbours and they’ll do right by you.

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Yesterday Midday, Kresden Main Gatehouse

”Hey Leeds…” The milky-eyed young Tassenland recruit asked to his post-mate. Long hours atop the gatehouse tended to lead to idle conversation.

”Yeah?” Private Leeds was only a few years older than Private Lederlingen, but he acted like it was decades. They hadn’t recruited him on the second draft, nevermind the first, due to him only have half a deformed hand on his left side. They weren’t too picky these days.

”Why are we here?” The younger recruit asked wistfully.

”Wow. That’s a particularly insightful question.” Private Leeds scratched his chin thoughtfully. ”I guess that begs the question as to whether here, fighting for… You-Know-Who… is the right side, or just the winning side? We Tassenland weren’t doing to well before ‘the agreement’, losing all those guys in the drafts. Dying faster than the lords could muster and equip them, they were.”

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”My brother was in the second-draft.” Private Lederlingen muttered sadly. ”Haven’t heard from him since he left…”

”Exactly, you see my point! ‘Bad guys’ is a term that fails to encompasitate the intricatiquities of the word. Take this Lieutenant ‘Prince’ of theirs. Massive fek-off sword, black armour and eyes that look like he’ll kill ya as soon as look at ya. Scary bastard, right? You'd think he's the walking definition of evil, or something.”

”Yeah…”

”But his men have looked after us, sort of y'see? Clothes, boots. Weapons that won’t snap from a stiff breeze. But most of all…” Private Leeds looks around conspiratorially. ”How many guys have we lost to the Vampires since –he- started calling the shots?”

”…”

”Exactly! So really… we’re dying less with these guys around. That’s why we’re here-“ The Private jerked a thumb vaguely towards the Necromancer-held East. ”And not over there.” He finished, pointing out to the Free Alliance-held West.

”Right…” Private Lederlingen frowns. ”I meant why are we –here- though? On the wall?”

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”…Fek you, Lederlingen. Fekking shitter.”

”… *sigh* To watch for anyone coming this way.”

>>1350754

>”… *sigh* To watch for anyone coming this way.”

>”… *sigh* To watch for anyone coming this way.”

>>1350754
>”… *sigh* To watch for anyone coming this way.”
facepalm

>>1350754
>”… *sigh* To watch for anyone coming this way.”

>>1350754
>”… *sigh* To watch for anyone coming this way.”

>>1350754
>”… *sigh* To watch for anyone coming this way.”
Strange though, would it be our lords we'd be used as meat shields for their more veteran troops. Think about it.

>>1350754
>”… *sigh* To watch for anyone coming this way.”

"What was all that stuff about Evil? ...You wanna talk about it?"

>>1350754

To guard the town and the wall.

Prince chose everyone else to lead the assaults on foreign encampments so that we wouldn't die.

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Private Leeds deflated like a burst pigskin, or his hyped up enthusiasm for conversation did at least.

… *sigh* To watch for anyone coming this way.”

”Oh, okay. Anyone right?” Private Lederlingen chewed his words in a typical farmboy accent, as if carefully considering every word before saying it.

”Yes. Anyone.” At this point Private Leeds couldn’t even care enough to get annoyed.

”So we should let someone know about that column with the blue-haired lady coming this way?”

”We-… huh?” Private Leeds’ eyes widened, snapping between Private Lederlingen and whatever he was looking at.

”I’m just saying, she looks important and that flag kind of looks like this ‘Prince’ guys. Anyway what was all that stuff about sides and evil, did you want to talk about... it...”

Private Leeds was already sprinting off to tell Lieutenant Dollin, or better yet one of the Black Company Troopers still left around to supervise them.

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>”So we should let someone know about that column with the blue-haired lady coming this way?”

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>>1350846
And now hopefully Kiranova-senpai will notice us

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you guys ready to fail on the roll when talking with her?

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Mid-Afternoon, Present Time, A Day’s March from Fort Casca

There’s something therapeutic about everything going according to plan. No wounded. No dead. Hell, you gained 3 recruits that look like they can handle themselves in a fight. As far as missions go, this went pretty damn well. You find yourself dropping back from the front of the column sometime in the march, stepping in alongside CPL Hirstun of Ligh. You’ve come to rely on the old war dog, you’re surprised you haven’t talked to one-on-one much since assuming command of the 7th.

”You fought alongside the Skald in the Northern Coast Campaign, didn’t you CPL Hirstun?”

”That I did, sir. Honourable men, had your back in any fight and would shout you the first round once the dying was done. No other ally would have stuck with us against those odds for as long as they did.” The aging veteran shrugs. ”More fool them, the Free Northern Coast was a lost cause before the fighting ever started. I only wish that it hadn’t taken so many dead friends for me to see it.”

There’s not much you can say to that. A few quiet moments pass between the two of you, the dull thump of heavy boots stepping in unison the only thing that breaks the silence.

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>”Still a lost cause now with how the war is going? Neumunster isn’t nearly as strong as it used to be.” [Clever]

>”You made quite a name for yourself even before you joined up with us. Why do they call you Hirstun ‘of Ligh’?” [Courage]

>”Why are your men called ‘The Dozen’? Even on the other side we had heard stories about them.” [Experience]

>”A seasoned warrior like you must know a trick or two. Any advice on swordplay?” [Elite]

>>1350912
>>”Still a lost cause now with how the war is going? Neumunster isn’t nearly as strong as it used to be.” [Clever]

>>1350912

>”A seasoned warrior like you must know a trick or two. Any advice on swordplay?” [Elite]

>>1350912

I'll be honest, I wanna read all the options.

Salty war dogs are the best dawg.

>>1350912
>>”Still a lost cause now with how the war is going? Neumunster isn’t nearly as strong as it used to be.” [Clever]

>>1350912
>”Still a lost cause now with how the war is going? Neumunster isn’t nearly as strong as it used to be.” [Clever]

>”Still a lost cause now with how the war is going? Neumunster isn’t nearly as strong as it used to be.” [Clever]

>>1350912
>>”Still a lost cause now with how the war is going? Neumunster isn’t nearly as strong as it used to be.” [Clever]

>>1350912
>”Still a lost cause now with how the war is going? Neumunster isn’t nearly as strong as it used to be.”

>”Why are your men called ‘The Dozen’? Even on the other side we had heard stories about them.” [Experience]

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”Still a lost cause now with how the war is going?" You say with a raised eyebrow."Neumunster isn’t nearly as strong as it used to be.”

”Hah, fek that! I can’t tell you how long I held on to that cause. Like a fekking fanatic, Godric Gold swears black-and-blue there were posters of me in Sarsport and Wemdholme. ‘A Free Northern Coast, a land to call our own’. What a load of shit.” The greying soldier hacks out another bitter laugh.

”I don’t know when it happened, sonny, maybe it didn’t happen all at once, but I stopped one day and realised that I wasn’t fighting for a cause anymore. I was fighting to settle a score, the kind of score that just keeps on piling up. Kill some Neumunster for killing my people. Then kill some more Neumunster for killing more of my people for killing some of their people. And on and on and on. Lost track of all the scores eventually. Just kept killing Neumunster, as if I hadn’t already tried that for a solution.” CPL Hirstun of Ligh laughs again, a laugh more tired than bitter. His white whiskers droop almost comically with his frown. ”Thought I’d outgrown that to be fekking honest, boy. Shrugged off my scores and and old grudged when I signed on with this outfit. But here I am in the end… still killing Neumunster…”

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[2/2]

”Don’t know why I’m talking to a young whippersnapper like you about this. Never helps to pick at old wounds… Better still to prevent fresh ones.” The old man eyes you warily, his lips pursed. ”Don’t beat around the bush, boy. If you’re keening for some training this old geezer will show you a thing or two when we harbour up.”

”That’s ‘Sir’, not ‘boy’ CPL Hirstun. Least not until he tells you otherwise.” SGT ‘Bad Hand’ Hadrien growls half-heartedly as he approaches, the old man holds up a hand as a halfway apology in turn. ”Prince, CPL ‘White Bitch’ has returned from forward recon. Decent place to harbour up for the night according to her, hilled and far enough from the treeline to her liking.”

Your old friend shrugs, as if a night’s rest was an optional matter. Which really, it could be if you were feeling particularly heartless.

”We could push on a bit further, look for another spot. Or we could just keep marching on through the night if you feel like being a bastard and don’t mind fatigue and whinging tomorrow.”

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>”Let’s have a look at this hilled spot. Early harbour might be worth it if the location is secure. A bit of rest would do the lads good.” [Experience]

>”Still a few hours marching left, let’s continue. There will be other defensible spots.” [Elite]

>”No stops, no breaks. We push on through the night. Make Kresden by tomorrow early-evening if we don’t slacken.”[Courage]

> “According to the Manor map there’s a Kingbreaker ruin an hour in that direction. A little out of our way, but it could be worth it.” [Clever]

Remember, write ins and amendments are always welcome. Especially if they garner any support!

>>1351056

>> “According to the Manor map there’s a Kingbreaker ruin an hour in that direction. A little out of our way, but it could be worth it.” [Clever]

>>1351056
>According to the Manor map there’s a Kingbreaker ruin an hour in that direction. A little out of our way, but it could be worth it.” [Clever]
dungeon diving here we come

also letting anyone with white hair tell us where to camp is a bad thing

>>1351056
> “According to the Manor map there’s a Kingbreaker ruin an hour in that direction. A little out of our way, but it could be worth it.” [Clever]

>>1351056
>”Let’s have a look at this hilled spot. Early harbour might be worth it if the location is secure. A bit of rest would do the lads good.” [Experience]

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COMPANION QUEST UNLOCKED: Can't Teach an Old Dog New Tricks
"The first rule about not getting hit is to assume that everyone wants to hit you."
Free up some time with CPL Hirstun of Ligh to learn some new blade skills.

>>1351056
> “According to the Manor map there’s a Kingbreaker ruin an hour in that direction. A little out of our way, but it could be worth it.” [Clever]
>Maybe send a scouting party ahead to see if there really are ruins. If not We'll see how far along the road we are before we hear back, and if we have a better idea then.

>>1351073

Fucking awesome.

No more Leaping Carnotaur and nearly dieing with the RNG again!

>>1351056
>”Still a few hours marching left, let’s continue. There will be other defensible spots.”

"Tell our recon to stop being so fekking soft. They're out there sniff out an ambush, not the best spot for a nap."

>>1351056
>> “According to the Manor map there’s a Kingbreaker ruin an hour in that direction. A little out of our way, but it could be worth it.” [Clever]

>According to the Manor map there’s a Kingbreaker ruin an hour in that direction. A little out of our way, but it could be worth it.” [Clever]

The mansion is interesting, but there's unlikely to be anything important inside. Much more likely for it to be an unpleasant surprise.

Resting on the hill is nice and safe, but the boys aren't worn out from a fight. We can push 'em more.

>>1351056
>> “According to the Manor map there’s a Kingbreaker ruin an hour in that direction. A little out of our way, but it could be worth it.” [Clever]

TAKE NOTE! If our spy is going to try to spring the prince, it'll be tonight. Especially if we explore the ruins and something goes wrong.

>>1351098
We might take another day to reach the Kresden since we're not pushing through the night, but yeah. This'll be the last big chance. Before the fighting starts at least.

>>1351106
I suggest we take all the white hairs with us and leave the camp to marcus and bad hand and give mask and the flaming sword guy orders to be vigilant

>>1351056
>> “According to the Manor map there’s a Kingbreaker ruin an hour in that direction. A little out of our way, but it could be worth it.” [Clever]

>>1351056
>> “According to the Manor map there’s a Kingbreaker ruin an hour in that direction. A little out of our way, but it could be worth it.” [Clever]
Couldn't possibly go wrong

Man we should have kept Vermillos sword and found a great blacksmith to reforge it.

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"According to the Manor map there’s a Kingbreaker ruin an hour in that direction. A little out of our way, but it could be worth it.” A short rest-break is called, you motion Trooper Saint to hand you the map you swiped from the Manor study. You tap the circled point inscribed ‘Saint Judas Abbey: Abandoned’. "Here. Ruined stone fences make for better shelter than a craggy hill. We’ll march on, taking this path slightly west. And SGT, tell our recon to stop being so fekking soft. They're out there sniff out an ambush, not scope out the best spot for a nap."

”Haha! Right you are, brother!”

...
…

”He said WHAT?" You can hear CPL 'White Bitch's indignant yelp from here. That will probably come back to bite, perhaps literally, in the sack at a later date.

"Ah Saint's damn it. Do we really have to go rummaging around a Kingbreaker ruin?” Trooper ‘Joker’ Schuster whinged.

”Not afraid of no Skarling ghost are you, ‘Joker’?” Trooper Vendis Durvano teased.
”Besides. Ruins mean loot.”

”Ain’t no loot, dummy. Been abandoned for centuries, picked over clean.”

”Blast.”


A few hours later

The light was fading by the time your force reached the ruins. Saint Judas Abbey might have been an impressive structure once, but that was clearly long ago. Half a wall facing North is all the remains standing above chest height. The stone fences could be practically stepped over, but it’s a damn sight better than open ground. Probably better than the craggy hill too, despite the slightly diminished height advantage. The only thing you didn’t like about it was how close the treeline was to the overgrown ruin. You set some men to clearing what they can, and others to establishing a secure perimeter and double-watch.

There’s only so much you can do though, sooner or later you find yourself with some free time in the failing light.

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1)
>Check out the Ruin. Loot is unlikely, but you’ve never heard of a Saint Judas before. [Courage]

>Talk with a comrade. Who? [Experience]

> Have Kid go over your gear, make sure it’s battle-ready. Your chestplate still has flecks of blood on it. [Elite]

> A nice brew of Darkwood Tea. Maybe a pit of Erhu practice with Mask around. [Clever]


2)
>Full light and noise-discipline after dark. No fires, no talking unless absolutely necessary. Your men will freeze and scowl, but your unit is more likely to go unnoticed for now.

>It’s getting cold and blankets are in short supply. A fire, hot food and good conversation is called for. Your men will thank you for it and rest well.

I'm going to grab a bite to eat, be back in a tick.

>>1351188
>>Check out the Ruin. Loot is unlikely, but you’ve never heard of a Saint Judas before. [Courage]
>>It’s getting cold and blankets are in short supply. A fire, hot food and good conversation is called for. Your men will thank you for it and rest well.
Good morale before battle is essential

>>1351188
>Check out the Ruin. Loot is unlikely, but you’ve never heard of a Saint Judas before. [Courage]
>It’s getting cold and blankets are in short supply. A fire, hot food and good conversation is called for. Your men will thank you for it and rest well.

>Talk with a comrade. Who? (Bad hand) [Experience]
>It’s getting cold and blankets are in short supply. A fire, hot food and good conversation is called for. Your men will thank you for it and rest well.

>>1351188
would we have time to train with hirstun then go to the ruin because if we have to 1v1 a scary ghost we might as well be prepared for it

>>1351188
>Check out the Ruin. Loot is unlikely, but you’ve never heard of a Saint Judas before. [Courage]

>Full light and noise-discipline after dark. No fires, no talking unless absolutely necessary. Your men will freeze and scowl, but your unit is more likely to go unnoticed for now.
We can rest easy when we're back at Kresden

>>1351188
>>Talk with a comrade. Who? [Experience]

Hirstun, get some training in along with Cairsun.

>Full light and noise-discipline after dark. No fires, no talking unless absolutely necessary. Your men will freeze and scowl, but your unit is more likely to go unnoticed for now.

We gave them an early rest, just cause we won a victory doesn't mean we get to relax.

>>1351188
>Check out the Ruin. Loot is unlikely, but you’ve never heard of a Saint Judas before. [Courage]
>Talk with a comrade. Saint. She should know about this crap, right? [Experience]

>It’s getting cold and blankets are in short supply. A fire, hot food and good conversation is called for. Your men will thank you for it and rest well.

We're not on top of a hill, so the light won't spread. We're also right next to the forest, so the fires could help spot an ambush.

>>1351073
Can you give us a rundown of our current companion quests, QM? It's getting hard to keep track.

>>1351188
>Check out the Ruin. Loot is unlikely, but you’ve never heard of a Saint Judas before. [Courage]
Oh boy I wonder what this could be foreshadowing.

>Write-in: Camp fires only against the north wall, and have troopers shield it with shields, stones, debris, etc. Not as stealthy as full light discipline, but better than open fires like this is some fekking girl scout camping trip. Keep conversations quiet. Basically a compromise between the two options.

>>1351188
>> A nice brew of Darkwood Tea. Maybe a pit of Erhu practice with Mask around. [Clever]

>It’s getting cold and blankets are in short supply. A fire, hot food and good conversation is called for. Your men will thank you for it and rest well.

>>1351188
> A nice brew of Darkwood Tea. Maybe a pit of Erhu practice with Mask around. [Clever]
>Have a few central fires obscured as much as they can be by tent, tarp, and shallow dug fire pit. Full noise discipline. They can keep quiet with warm food and drink, and when its not their shift 'round the perimeter they can enjoy the fires.

Just got here, been reading it up, and...
>>1350220
The dwarves speak broken Romanian.
This is fucking fantastic.
Also explains why their warmachine blew up like that.

>>1351225

I concur with this write-in.

>>1351225
aye this sounds like something prince would say

>>1351225
Sounds good. Supporting

>>1351225
Sounds like a good call

“Fallen Angel”
>The days of ex-Heigelen Captain Elia von Harti, ‘Saint’ to her comrades, looking at the world in black and white are behind her. Now she’s just a soldier without a cause, the glow from her Moonlight Blade long gone. She needs a new purpose. And a new blade.
Re majic her sword

COMPANION QUEST UNLOCKED: Can't Teach an Old Dog New Tricks
"The first rule about not getting hit is to assume that everyone wants to hit you."
Free up some time with CPL Hirstun of Ligh to learn some new blade skills.

>>1351188
>2)
>Paranoia
Light the fires and have the men eat quick, then set up like a company taking a much needed rest. Tents up, cloaks stuffed with sticks and hay as outer guards, ect. The actual company will be hidden among the ruins poised to encircle and strike into the center of the false camp. Atleast 1/2 half on full alert while the others rest. "Pelt" posted down wind of the easiest path to the false camp with instructions to howl at set intervals afterdark for all clear and bay if he catches sight or sent of an unfamiliar force closing. No regular howls should be taken to mean the same as thus; either he is dead or enemies are too close to signal surreptitiously.

>>1351225
Seconding.

>>1350130
Actually the correct form is pleuré here and i'm pretty sure it's because you don't accorde with avoir before the verb

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Back and writing. Sorry for the delay, folks.

Samurai Jack is bretty gud tho.

>>1351225
Although given that the necromaner holds the east why not place the fires along the east wall. Sounds safer.

>>1351340
I'm pretty sure we also have quests on Jack Marcus and White Bitch. I could be wrong.

>>1351368
CPL Jack Marius
"Of mice and men"
Publicly side with ol jack on an issue with a fellow squadie

CPL White Bitch
"There might be bones, but I'm no necromancer"
Fuck. A lot.

I'll be honest WB's might not be right.

>>1351393
Made me laugh. Thank you.

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>>1351393
>There might be bones, but i'm no necromancer
Kek

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>>1351393
Kekles and shekels.

CPL 'White Bitch's companion quest is complete. I think I've updated it in the pastebin before the Skald GLORY incident.

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”This isn’t some band of Isabella Sisters advertising our location and wares to all passersby. Have a fire, but put it against the wall. Shield it however you can, and if the men bitch about the smoke in their eyes tell them it’s that or nothing and no hot food to boot. Talk is fine if you keep it down. We’re not on vay-fekking-cation.”

”Wots vacation?” An anonymous Trooper whinges, just below your hearing. ”Like we’d know…”

”Just do as the LT says, dimwit.” CPL ‘White Bitch’ snarls, raising her fist as if she was about to backhand the whole platoon herself if she has to.

As the camp begins to take shape, some cut down trees serving as sharpened stakes on the more severely crumbling sections of the perimeter, you notice a small inlet on the North wall. It was probably a tower of some sort, judging from the rotted stairs, but it has long since sunken to be lower than the very well it was supposed to look out over.

Vines and moss cover the mural within, you brush them aside with a sweep of your gauntlet. It shows a man with a halo fleeing an obsidian castle or tower of some sorts, the next panel is the same man kneeling at the foot of an impressive looking man in a throne. Probably Skarling himself. The other panels are faded through, except the second last. It shows the obsidian tower in flames. The inscription below are almost just as hard to make out, you can derive

======== sins against man, beast and G==== They did not ==== One of their ====his name === Judas urged his companions not to take par= == === =ouls would be ======= forev== They did not lis=== in tears he ==== and begged the Breaker of K====s for aid. So grea=== === === fury ==== of ten and ==== none survived, ==== ===== ===== only Etraxis ======ed.

”Etraxis…” You murmur, you had heard the mage in Kresden call your employer that.

Something stirs in response. There is an energy here.

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>Use Black Tongue and attempt to coax this spirit out.[Courage] Add in anything in particular you'd like to say or ask it.

>Leave this place. Questions like this have no safe answers. [Clever]

>>1351428
>>Use Black Tongue and attempt to coax this spirit out.[Courage]
Who resides here! Tell me your story!

>>1351431 this seems good
>>Use Black Tongue and attempt to coax this spirit out.[Courage]

>>1351428
Supporting >>1351431

>>1351431
Seconding.

>Use Black Tongue and attempt to coax this spirit out.[Courage]

>>1351428
>Use Black Tongue and attempt to coax this spirit out.[Courage]

"Though your companion's souls may be forfeit, I have need of yours. Rise saint of men. Heed these words and stand before a Prince."

>>1351428
>Use Black Tongue and attempt to coax this spirit out.[Courage] Add in anything in particular you'd like to say or ask it.

I come in service to the black company, what of Etraxis's past?

>>1351428
>>Leave this place. Questions like this have no safe answers. [Clever]

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Okay.

>>1351444
This guy knows when shit is above his pay-grade.


>DC 60 [Medium]
>+10 Black Tongue
>+5 Amplified by Blackthorn Armour
>+10 Mortal Soul
>DC 85


0 = You bit off more than you can chew.
1= The spirit does not respond.
2 = The spirit answers, but its answer are cryptic.
3 = You have a NAME. Or part of a name at least.

I require 3 rolls of 1d100, please.

>(1) Roll

>(2) MBFH
-Yes, Tier I
-Yes, Tier II
-No (no entry will be assumed no)

Time to SUMMON.

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>1351448
>-No (no entry will be assumed no)

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>1351448

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>1351448
Yes, Tier I

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>1351448
This is going to end badly, isn't it?

Rolled 22 (1d100)

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>>1351448

I will bind your soul to my sword, SPIRIT!

>>1351457
Oooh, I like this idea. Bind him by his grievance with the Necromancer. He'd be sorta like Mask.

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>>1351458
That's a neat trick to pull! But it'd be wasted on such a weak on fading revenant.

>>1351452
>>1351453
>>1351454
>3 Success!
>You have a NAME. Or part of a name at least

"Who resides here! Tell me your story!

”Who… who… why… why… A chill breeze sweeps past you, certainly unnatural given that no trees sway in the wind tonight. ”Must I… Must I… be punished more?”

”Easy, old ghost. I not here to punish anyone…. I just want to listen to your story. About your old pal Etraxis.” You’re surpised at how calm you are. You guess after dealing with possessed-children, daemons and Dragons regular old revenants lose some of their dread in comparison.

”I only…. I only… wanted to do what was right.” The spirit sounds piteous, full of regret. ”To make…. To make… them stop. Stop hurting others…. I did not know. He will never forgive me… Etraxis? …. Etraxis?... No that’s what they called him..….”

”A name, ghost, give me a name!” If you have the name… Part of you doesn’t even want that kind of knowledge. Dangerous knowledge, the kind that gets people more than just killed.

”He will… he will…He will never forgive me…” The voice dies down to less than a whisper, you have to crane your neck to hear anything. ”My… my… brother… brother… Anton… Aton…”

”Anton? Just Anton? Antonius? Antony? Antonias? Father damn it, spirit, answer me!”
But the spirit is gone. Dissipated perhaps, like fabric that falls apart after being left alone for ages.

”Fek!”

You turn around only to nearly bowl over Trooper Kid, who is meekly holding a cloth and vial of oil, not sure what to make of their boss raising his voice at the masonry. They give you a basic signal, indicating your chestplate.

”Weapon. Clean. Armour. Oil clean now?”

You look down, the blood spatters from your Skald duels having well and truly dried. No matter how magical the weapon or armour, you have to maintain it or it will turn into so much scrap metal.

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>”Right. Give it a clean while I talk to this Heir-Apparent. But I’ll be wearing it to bed tonight.” [Elite]

>”No, I leave it on. Clean what you can on the outside, don’t bother with the inside fittings.” [Clever]

>”Save it until we get back to Kresden, Call me paranoid, but I’ll run the risk of rust.” [Experience]

>”I could use a break actually, stretch my muscles a little. Maybe sleep well for once.” [Courage]

>>1351468
>>”Save it until we get back to Kresden, Call me paranoid, but I’ll run the risk of rust.” [Experience]
No one is stabbing me, no sir

>>1351468
>>”Right. Give it a clean while I talk to this Heir-Apparent. But I’ll be wearing it to bed tonight.” [Elite]
Yeah better check on him now

>>1351468
>”Save it until we get back to Kresden, Call me paranoid, but I’ll run the risk of rust.” [Experience]

>>1351468
>”No, I leave it on. Clean what you can on the outside, don’t bother with the inside fittings.” [Clever]
Bring the heir into the mansion so we can watch him while we clean our armor.

>>1351468
>>”I could use a break actually, stretch my muscles a little. Maybe sleep well for once.” [Courage]

>>”Right. Give it a clean while I talk to this Heir-Apparent. But I’ll be wearing it to bed tonight.” [Elite]

>>1351468
>”Save it until we get back to Kresden, Call me paranoid, but I’ll run the risk of rust.”

If we can't hear Kid coming up behind us, an assassin'll have an easy time. Better to have something on us until we can let our guard down.

>>1351468
>>”Save it until we get back to Kresden, Call me paranoid, but I’ll run the risk of rust.” [Experience]

>>1351468
>”Right. Give it a clean while I talk to this Heir-Apparent. But I’ll be wearing it to bed tonight.” [Elite]

I'm going to assume the 'brother' is referring to him as a battle-brother and not blood related.

Regardless, I think doing as much research on Judas as possible is probably a smart move.

>>1351468
>”No, I leave it on. Clean what you can on the outside, don’t bother with the inside fittings.” [Clever]
Armor stays on, but clean the outside at least.

>”Save it until we get back to Kresden, Call me paranoid, but I’ll run the risk of rust.” [Experience]

>>1351483
Good point. People in secret societies and cults often refer to each other as "brothers".

Still, there is obviously a connection between this Saint Judas and our employer. Perhaps we should ask Trooper Saint about this Saint Judas, after we talk to the heir. Maybe she'll start geeking out about her religion and forget to stab us entirely.

I think this is a general vote to leave the armour on, but talk to the boy-heir anyway?

Writing.

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>Small chance of Rust upon return (Temporary degrade, can be repaired with Gelt unless severe)
>Retain Well-Equipped III tonight

After Dark
Out of the corner of your eye you see Trooper Saint avidly watching Trooper Nissar Belhamun deal out another hand of Wendelt Fives. SGT ‘Bad Hand’ catches your eye and gives you a nod. CPL ‘Jack’ Marcus. Trooper ‘Pelt’ and Mask are all conveniently locate at different chokepoints in the ruins. Trooper Kid is struggling to sew a Skald patch onto your banner’s victory tags in the dim firelight. You sit in the shadows, barely visible in your Blackthorn Armour. You know you should be cold, but you don’t really feel it.

Opposite you the tied up heir-apparent sways slightly back and forth. There’s not much in the way of interesting conversation in your part of the camp. The boy-heir has clearly seen better days, drugged out of his mind and looking a far better suit for their pauper’s costume than they did when he first ran into you.

”Bluh…” The heir to the Neumunster throne stares at you with unfocused eyes. None of this is his fault really. Until a couple of months ago the grandson of second youngest brother of the Emperor would never have been considered the next in line (or something like that, CPL ‘Jack’ Marcus tried to explain it to you once). The loss of almost all the immediate Imperial line in Sarsburg has really shaken things up.

Really, this is just a young kid out of his depth. Off gallivanting with adventurers instead of being groomed for the throne. And now… odds are he’ll die because of it. Kidnapping him, killing his friends, drugging him to the point that he doesn’t know up from down. A small, insignificant part of you feels bad even without Saint scolding you. Or maybe it’s because you’re getting used to Saint’s scoldings. Either way it’s certainly not a large enough part to make you do anything about it.

Any sympathy you have for the boy rapidly disappears after he becomes sick on your boots.

”The pretty lights…” The kid slurs, rolling over halfway through his own sick.
’Pretty…”

”Uh, damnit. ‘Kid’ can you help him up? See if you can-“ You pause, noticing the boy-heir holding out a white pebble in his vomit-stained palm, still bound by rope. ”What the heck is that? Kid take it off of him!”

”Pretty lights…”

Temuel von Brachen, last surviving member of the von Brachen branch and heir-apparent to the Neumunster Imperial throne, squeezes his eyes shut tightly. The orb in his hand pulses once and your entire world erupts into LIGHT.

[1/2]

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Oh fuuuuuuuck

>>1351501
We get an open roll, hold your horses

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>>1351498
[2/2]
>Ruin: Secure Camp +20DC Prevent Casualties roll
>Disoriented Personal -15DC
>Disoriented Platoon -10DC Prevent Casualties (reduced by -5 due to Light/Noise discipline)

Your head is a jumble of distorted sounds and dancing lights. Like fairies, except blinding instead of pretty and painfully loud and dulled all at once.

”=====der attack! ===== cover!”

An arrow flits into the dirt in front of you, another flicking off the cobblestone wall. You can hear the impacts on the stones. Your men stumble around, some already ducking in cover but a dazed view unaware of the danger. Trooper Harper yelps as he kicks over the fire, the orange dots joining the white ones in your head.

You thought you saw… something run past into the woods, not from the South where the arrows are coming from. The West. Not something… Someone. They were carrying a bundle… The princeling! He’s gone!

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>Stay here, defend the ruins. Protect your men with single-minded determination. [Auto-Success Prevent Casualties, Hostage Auto-escapes]

>Charge out from the ruins into the woods, South and West, if you rush them you can chase them off and still have time to search the woods. [Medium Prevent Casualties DC. High Hostage escape risk]

>Give chase after the figure that went into the woods immediately! [Low Prevent Casualties DC. Hostage does not escape (if you win)]

>Try to rally a few of your men to follow you, you will lose precious time gathering them and precious more time catching up to this figure. [Low Prevent Casualties DC, Medium Hostage escape risk]

>Write in [Clever]

I’m just walking the dogs. Take your time.

>Give chase after the figure that went into the woods immediately! [Low Prevent Casualties DC. Hostage does not escape (if you win)]

>>1351505
>Have everyone haul ass after the heir. Smile. Use the FLRE. [Clever]

>>1351505
>>Give chase after the figure that went into the woods immediately! [Low Prevent Casualties DC. Hostage does not escape (if you win)]
That Prince is worth his weight in gold

>>1351505
>>Give chase after the figure that went into the woods immediately! [Low Prevent Casualties DC. Hostage does not escape (if you win)]

Give Chase.

Well it's fucking 3 am for me now. I hope to see something good when I wake up.

>>1351505
>Try to rally a few of your men to follow you, you will lose precious time gathering them and precious more time catching up to this figure.

Smiles. He can track, right? Then White Bitch, seeing as she's a ranger. Mask for the insurance.

>>1351508
Gorgas way too far away

>>1351505

>>1351508
This if possible (pretty sure it's not)
Otherwise
>Run to the heir, yell for mask and the morning light to follow you

>>1351515
He attacked the column early in the morning. Considering it is now night, maybe he's returned/returning to the city, so he may be in range.

>>1351505

>Give chase after the figure that went into the woods immediately! [Low Prevent Casualties DC. Hostage does not escape (if you win)]

Yell instructions to Bad hand to have the Grenn Track you through the woods and ambush anyone who you start fighting.

>>1351505
>Give chase after the figure that went into the woods immediately! [Low Prevent Casualties DC. Hostage does not escape (if you win)]
>Also: Use FLRE. If nothing else, better lighting will let us see the enemy, and recover from the flashbang faster.

>>1351518
I think that we're a couple days or a week away from Kresden at least

>>1351518
we should promise him all the enemy's he kills he can eat besides the traitor and the prince

>>1351521
no we are a days walk from kresden

>>1351521
We're less than a full days steady march out.

>>1351505
>Give chase after the figure that went into the woods immediately! [Low Prevent Casualties DC. Hostage does not escape (if you win)]

give command to someone before we run for it the rroops need a leader

>>1351530
Give it to bad hand.

I have a suspicion that Saint is behind this somehow

>>1351535
whoever is behind this it ends tonight

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>>1351516
>>1351515
>>1351508
Sorry, no FLRE. You are a little more than a days march from Kresden and Asgorga would be approaching from Manzer Pass so he wouldn't be crossing paths with you. And he may have overeaten anyway.

>>1351516
Hey mate, not having a go at you but as a general rule of thumb participating questers drop their trip for the thread. Worked well for Plasma in House Harrock and it's done well enough so far here. Cheers, mate.

>>1351511
Goodnight!

>>1351506
>>1351509
>>1351510
>>1351519
>>1351520
>>1351528
>>1351530

I'm back. Writing up now.

>Make the wraith pursue the hostage while you try to fight off atackers (clever, i guess)

>>1351541
Dang too late. Could have we done that QM?

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You grit your teeth against the splitting headache. You can’t let them get away. The hostage, the traitor… whoever it is. They will answer to you, in blood.

”Stay low, men! Bad Hand, you’re in command!” You shout into the din as you follow after the figure. At least… that what you think you say. It’s all so confusing. You stumble after the figure at first, but slowly gain your footing and break into a job. Even in your disoriented state they aren’t hard to track from the broken branches and disturbed earth, they were also wearing armour like yourself.

Behind you the ruins of the Saint Judas Abbey are illuminated with the light of a dozen flaming arrows. The flaming ones are easy to spot, and avoid. But they’re only there to draw eyes away from the near invisible bolts of steel.

>DC Medium 60
>Secure Ruins +20DC
>Disoreinted -10DC
>DC 70

0 = 3 Casualties.
1 = 2 Casualties
2 = 1 Casualty
3 = 0 Casualties.

3 rolls of 1d100.

No MBFH. Time to STAY LOW.


>>1351542
Unfortunately not. Barring specific rituals (one that a friendly cultist might assist in, if you were willing to risk the knowledge leaking out) the spirit is too weak to even answer anymore questions, let alone follow your orders.

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>1351547

Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>1351547

Let´s get lucky

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>1351547

Rolled 45 (1d100)

you guys suck

>>1351538
I haven't read this rule and I've been playing and leaving my trip on on occasion since trooper Nissar was possessed, but whatever, I'll drop it.

>>1351547
dice+1d100

>>1351553
Guess we got lucky

>>1351557
Nice, a seasoned campaigner! Yeah sorry, it hasn't come up much.


>>1351550
>>1351551
>>1351553

We will roll on the casualty results in the aftermath. Trooper Kid's novice medic does reduce severity by one for the first two casualties. Unless they are one!

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You’re fit, or at least you like to think so. Even in full-plate you should have been able to catch up to this person hefting a burden quickly enough. But in your dazed and staggered state it takes a long time to gain on them, the fire from the flames surrounding the ruins barely visible through the trees. The light drizzling rain does nothing to put them out.

You pause for a moment, panting. Your sense of direction of is all fekked up but you can tell that the tracks stop here in this ditch…

”Sir.”
A soft hand on your shoulder, a familiar touch.
”Why couldn’t you just stay put?”

You whip around at the woman’s voice, eyes widening in recognition. Of all the potential suspects, you didn’t really think it was going to be them.

[1/2]

Any bets on whether or not one of our casualties will be the traitor? I mean, otherwise we're looking at 3 dead pals and that's some real shit right there

SAINT? BITCH? HIRSUN?

>>1351584
woman + not expected= white bitch

maybe she is that "Murder" lad

>>1351585

Schuster

>>1351579

Its fucking legless Jenny isn't it?

Fucking cunt.

>>1351590
kek

>>1351590
Is this the kind of loyalty a power armor wheelchair buys, Jenny? You were the chosen one!

>>1351590
>>1351592

Get back here you sides!

Also, kek

QM will be able to use his blood for mine on the casualties or is this a in the moment ability

>>1351591
>>1351592

Goddamn.

She still had her hands and uses them to stab us in the back.

Fucking ungrateful Stump dragger.

>>1351579
>Of all the potential suspects, you didn’t really think it was going to be them.
Fuuuu the suspense!

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>>1351592
>>1351590
>>1351596
Dark Father of Keks, save my sides.

>>1351595
You weren't present, so no unfortunately not. It has to be in the heat of battle, not a medic-type deal.


>>1351579

[2/2]

”Tar-HURK”

A searing pain in your armpit, sudden warmth of blood flowing down your side. The gap where you cauldron meets your chest… You shove your assailant back, but she’s already stepped out of your way.

‘White Bitch’ Tara always did know exactly where to hit men at their weakest.

You slip on some dead leaves, slumping against a fallen tree for support. This isn’t just the disorientating flash… this is something else, a cloying feeling in your veins. Poison?

”Gods fekking damn it, Prince.” The traitor hisses. ”It didn’t have to go down like this. You could have stayed back there, sat through a few fekking arrows and left it at that! Shit!"

She stands there looking down at you, her shock of white hair illuminated in the dim moonlight. She’s angry, which you’ve seen plenty of, but also upset. A rarer expression.

”Fek-Fek-Fek! Shitting Gods and shitting luck of a second-rate whore, I just knew it would
somehow come to this. Ever since I saw you tear apart those Skalds, I knew you weren’t going to overlook this one. That’d I’d have to do this sooner or later, now or years from now on the run.” There’s regret in her eyes as she steps over you with a bloody dagger held in a sure grip. Doesn’t look like nearly enough regret there to make her hesitate though. You always liked that about her, that she didn’t hesitate to do a thing. ”I’m sorry, Prince. But you know as well as I do that if I don’t end this now you’ll hunt me down to the ends of the fekking earth. I’m sorry, I really am. You were my kind of bad-to-the-fekking-bones boss and a fantastic roll in the hay to boot. Going to miss your dick as much as you if I’m being perfectly fekking honest here."

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>LT ‘Prince’ has been backstabbed! -6HP [14/25 HP]
>LT ‘Prince’ is Poisoned! (-3 HP per Combat Round)
>LT ‘Prince’ is Wounded! -5DC in Personal Combat

(1) You try to muster the strength to stand up. To fight through this. You just have one thing to say to the woman you've been sharing a bed with for the past couple of weeks.

>”Tara…Why?” [Experience]

>”You’re dead, Bitch.” [Courage]

>”It’s not too late, CPL.” [Elite]

>”Ah, you were an average fek anyway.” [Clever]

>>1351600
It's 'Murder' isn't it?

>>1351602
>”Tara…Why?” [Experience]

>”Tara…Why?” [Experience]

>>1351602
>Choose your dying words more carefully you stupid fekker

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>>1351602
>cauldron

>>1351602
>”You’re dead, Bitch.” [Courage]
And then stick our Ajiyimad gun in her mouth one last time.

I won't let the necromancer have your corpse

>It’s not too late, CPL

Since it hasn´t been Saint, I thing we can spare a bit of mercy. IF she refuses, shank her rightly.

>>1351602
>”Tara…Why?” [Experience]

>>1351609
Man, I even went back and corrected it from paudron. I'm going to grab dinner and a coke, wake myself up a little.

>>1351611
burn her and grind the bones to dust, yea? with our boot heels, yea?

Also guys, Tara... Why? is a real anime death flag