>>2301844
Im ready

>>2301844
That's almost 5 hours of writing , god damn

>>2302987
Better be one fucking good opener.

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>>2301844
Also ready, let's get this party started.
>>2302987
Gotta get those creative juices flowing man.

>>2302995
Got my jucices flowing

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>>2301844

>Test post

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Wew okay that was wierd. Immediately after posting the opener I was banned for posting on /Pol/ which I dont even do so im assuming it was some matter of IP spoofing. My ban has been lifted so its all good now.

Your leather armor and underclothes are tattered, sticky with dried blood and heavy with sweat. Your entire body itches and you feel oily enough to slide down the mountainside. Your dwelling, as a higher ranking warrior is in the upper levels of the Crag, a fine view of the surrounding area available from the mouth of s spacious cave.

You push aside the hanging flap of bear hide, stepping into the warm confines of your home. Its sparsely decorated, a pile of skins serving as a bed, a small rack for your weapons made from the antlers and bones of a large elk, a tattered scrap of cloth depicting a snarling Wolf and a fire pit, smoldering with a few lonely coals. You shrug out of your clothes, grabbing a rag and dipping it into a bucket filled with cool water. A quick scrub removes the worst of the blood and sweat. Throwing on a pair of clean clothes you feel like a new man after dumping the remains of the bucket over your head, shaking out your shaggy hair and beard. You stand, hands on a wooden railing overlooking the Crag, the stronghold already bustling with activity even this early.

>Go see Barbas

>Go speak with the Old Wolf

>Go speak with Duergir.

>Go speak with one of your friends

>Gather your men, go raiding.

>Gather your friends, go hunting.

>Other

>>2304757
>Go see Barbas
Gotta check the boy

>>2304757
>>Gather your men, go raiding.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>2304791
1
>>2304811
2

Barbas has been breaking boys and reforging them into warriors for decades. You don't expect him to have shattered the boys will overnight but there's no telling. He might be lucky.

Warriors and villagers nod in greeting, making way respectfully on the narrow paths of the Crag as you make your way down to the common area. A pair of goats and several chickens already turn on spits above the central fire and they sizzle tantalizingly as you stride purposefully to the Pits. You can hear Barbas bellowing multiple, sometimes nonsensical, sometimes contrary orders at his initiates, readying them for the chaos of battle.

Entering the Pits you are greeted by the spectacle of a pyramid of stones, nearly twenty feet high, a mound of rocks piled haphazardly along the far wall. A group of boys, smudged, bloody and sweaty, stagger along, bearing the stones to the pyramid, building it ever higher. Barbas sits on his whitewood throne, a slingshot in his hands, pelting any stragglers with small pebbles. He waves happily as you enter before taking careful aim, looking a pebble directly into the back of a boys head, eliciting a help of pain

"I see you slacking off there you cringing Pup! DOUBLE TIME!"
He bellows before turning to face you, waving you to sit
"How ya do Magnus my boy? Just got the pups running through a lil training exercise! They said they were tired... Ill show them what tired bloody well means!'

>"Training exercise?"

>"Having fun?"

>"Hows the boy?"

>Other

>>2304895
>"Having fun?"

Any other votes?

>>2304895
>>"Having fun?"

>>2304895
>>"Having fun?"

>>2304895
> “Having fun?” Also, any word on our gauntlets?

>>2304895

>"Having fun?"

You crouch down onto your heels next to Barbas, the aging Warmaster letting another pebble fly.

"Having fun?"
You ask with a smirk, watching the struck boy rub furiously at his bruised forehead.

Barbas laughs like a landslide, punching you in the shoulder as he does
"Fun? Fun my boy?! Im doing what I love and damn near one of t'only things im bloody good at! Course im having fun! Just watch, ill have these worthless little shites whipped into shape in no time"
He chuckles, his bushy beard breaking to reveal his cracked and broken teeth in a wide smile
"Oh! 'fore I forget.. Where the... Where did I put them? Ah! Here they are! Still warm from the forge my boy!"
He proudly presents a cloth bundle to you. Taking it and unwrapping it reveals a pair of dark grey steel gauntlets, the forearms heavy, thick steel, the fingers articulated and solidly forged. The knuckle guard is a strip of thick steel, rivets pounded through and then sharpened into a row of small spikes. Theyre beautiful.
"Well don't just sit there gawkin at em boy! Try em on! I need to know if I gotta go beat Hemmik senseless for making them wrong"
He chuckles, running an approving eye over the pieces of armor.

You waste no time, sliding your hands and forearms into the leather lined interior of the gauntlets, tightening the straps with your teeth and fingers, working your fist to ensure it is correctly fitted. To no small surprise it fits perfectly, Hemmik is the Head Smith for a reason after all.
"Theyre perfect Barbas. Give Hemmik my thanks for me will you"
You work your fingers, impressed that you hardly feel as if youre wearing anything at all. The weight is so skillfully distributed it feels as though youre just wearing a pair of thick gloves.

Barbas grins, smacking his thigh as he watches
"Ah you remind me of myself when I was but a lad. Full of fire and hot air. Wanted to fight and fuck everything that walked. Now im just a old man and dont get to do much of either anymore!"

>Cont

>>2305037
You both laugh and relax against the stone wall of the Pits, watching the boys toil. One, a familiar black haired squire sporting a shining black eye and a busted lip, yelps as he drops a stone on his foot. The other initiates laugh at his mishap and in a ill advised fit of rage he lashes out, punching and kicking, flailing wildly. Bravery is admirable but a well aimed blow from a mammoth of a lad lays him out flat, blood oozing from a bloodied nose. He lays there for a moment before the huge boy offers a hand. Tentatively he takes it, being yanked to his feet and dusted off. Barbas watches silently, brows furrowed as the boys speak in quiet tones before the huge boy pats the squire on the back and they resume their task.
"Yer 'present' is a slow learner Magnus. But me grandson is sometimes a better teacher than I am. Mikken will help set him straight, channel that rage hes got into being a warrior one day. You watch and see."

>Ask for suggestions on what to do with your new warparty

>Ask about the tribes military

>Ask about the Squire.

>Ask Barbas a question (write in)

>>2305041
>>Ask for suggestions on what to do with your new warparty

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>>2305090
This. Also this is how I imagine our gauntlets look like.

>>2304895
>"Having fun?"

>>2305121
Too knightly, I imagine it as a little more 'hand made', with leather and fur and shit.

>>2305041
>>Ask about the tribes military

>>2305041
How about we show this boys how real man fight

1v1 me fist
Dont want you losing your tuch

>>2305155
How about have all of them come at us at once. I'm down for this. 1v10 of their best fighters.

>>2305162
I was going for a friendly fight with barbas

>>2305180
I think he's too old to fight mate. I don't want to destroy him, who's going to teach the young ones?

>>2305202
A friendly fight
Not tear him a new one

>>2305219
Ok, I'm down for it. Let's ask him and if her refuses let's offer to have a hands on training with the recruits.

>1v1 bruh. Fite me irl

You smile and stand, pulling your gauntlets off and wrapping them them in their cloth. Barbas looks at you in confusion before grinning as you gesture toward him with both hands


"I remember you offering to teach me something old man. So get over here and teach!"
You laugh, stripping out of your shirt as Barbas stands slowly, working his shoulders before pulling off his own.

Even worn and stooped with age he is an imposing figure, a bear of a man, arms and chest and belly marred by thick scars and the ugly pockets of tissue left by arrows. His beard hangs nearly to his navel, the sheet of gray hair swinging as he cracks his scarred knuckles, rolling his neck before shouting
"Oi! Pups! Gather round. Watch close and you might learn whatever I knock out of Magnus's ugly gob!"

He laughs, taking a strange stance, one fist raised high and the other open palm poised near his belt, broad feet spread wide and knees bent. He waggles his eyebrows at you tauntingly
"Come on then boy! I might die of old age you know!"

>Attack

>Defend

>Other (write in, ex body slam, headbutt, nipple twist, etc)

>>2305316
>Other (write in, ex body slam, headbutt, nipple twist, etc)
squat and put yourself in pouncing position

>>2305319
>>2305316
sure. dont know where you are going with this, but sure.

>>2305323
neither do i lmao

>>2305319
This
Let's see where it goes

Rolled 25, 88 = 113 (2d100)

Oooookay. Squat and pounce it is. Not sure what that means but ill try my best.

>Roll me 2d100.
>Beat my rolls

Rolled 76, 11 = 87 (2d100)

>>2305369
in before 1

Rolled 14, 81 = 95 (2d100)

>>2305369

Rolled 87, 39 = 126 (2d100)

>>2305369

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>I failed to elaborate. I meant 2 seperate 1d100 but ill take the best out of of the first 2.

>76>25. Magnus Hits.
>88>81. Barbas defends and counters.

>Roll me 1d100 for Magnus damage.
>Rolling for Barbas counter damage.

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>2305385

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>2305385

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>2305385

>Magnus
150HP
150-65=85HP

Warmaster Barbas
100hp
100-9=91.

Barbas just bitch slapped you. Hard.

>Writing

You grit your teeth and scowl as you observe Barbas's defensive posture. A straight on attack would be a bad idea. against the veteran warrior. You crouch into a pouncing position and wait for your moment. Barbas narrows his eyes, looking over your form critically.
"Boy what are you do-Ay!"
He grunts as he backsteps, avoiding your lunging uppercut, the blow whistling past his guard, missing his cheek by inches. His sidestep and dodge is cut short by your lashing kick that impacts squarely in his ribs. He grunts and you try not to wince in pain.

Its like kicking a tree.

Your wince turns into a gasp of shock as Barbas twists his body, grabbing your calf and upper leg with both hands, using your momentum to flip you bodily, landing heavily on your face. You push yourself up quickly but a open handed blow rattles your head and sends your ears ringing.
"Gotta be faster than that my boy! I might be old but im not slow!"
Laughs Barbas, bouncing on his feet before settling into a low stance, hands open and ready. You wipe a trickle of blood from a split lip and smile viciously, cracking your knuckles.

>Attack

>Defend

>Other

>attempt to overpower Barbas. (Feat of Strength)

>>2305413
>attempt to overpower Barbas. (Feat of Strength)

>>2305413
>>attempt to overpower Barbas. (Feat of Strength)

>>2305413
>>attempt to overpower Barbas. (Feat of Strength)

>>2305413
>attempt to overpower Barbas. (Feat of Strength)

Fuck it
Old dog moght have his tricks but youth has power

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>Overpower Barbas
>Feat of Strength. Muscle vs muscle.
>1d100+10. Best of 3 pls. Beat my roll

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>2305713
We got you you old bugger.

Rolled 57 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2305713

If we fuck this up

Rolled 100 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2305713
lmao you frail

>>2305733
Hold up
We dont want to break him

>>2305733
Nibba you wasted that on an old man.

>>2305748
>>2305739
lmaooooo

>>2305733
Seeing as we have already beaten the DC do you guys want to bank this Crit to use to turn a fail into a success?

>>2305775
Naww. Just give us some bonus or reward for owning this guy super awesomely.

>>2305775
bank it, we can save it for something useful

>>2305775
Bank

>>2305793
>>2305803
No I feel that's too cheesy m8s. Let's just get some xp or something.

>>2305803
Bank

>>2305775
Use it now
Make the boys wana work harder

>3 for Bank
>2 for Use

>1 crit in your crit bank.

Writing

>67>3.

Youre sure Barbas is waiting with some refined and unbeatable technique honed over a career of battle stretching back farther than youve been alive. So you don't give him the opportunity to show you.

You lower your shoulder and charge like a bull, Barbas's eyes widening in shock as you impact his chest, immediately wrapping gripping him by the leg and arm, picking him up bodily as you continue your charge forward.
"Great bleeding stars you're a strong one boy-ohooooo"
He wheezes out as you impact into the wall of the Pit, driving the breath from his lungs before pulling back, a twist of your hips and a pile drive downward slamming the Warmaster onto his back. He gasps for breath, looking up at you in shock as he wheezes and spits.
"Wha-what the bloody FUCK was that boy? Bleeding stars you ugly fuck I didn't think you'd try to kill me!!"
He laughs, spitting a wad of bloody saliva as you help him to his feet. He's unsteady and his back is going to be a solid bruise tomorrow but all the Pups are watching in awe, including several dozen Clan members. They all burst into applause and cheers, cheering for your impromptu victory.

>Another round old man?

>Lets get you to your seat

>>2305922
>Lets get you to your seat

>>2305922
>>Lets get you to your seat

>>2305922
>Lets get you to your seat

>>2305922
>Lets get you to your seat

>Lets get you to your seat

You extend your hand, helping the winded and battered Warmaster to his feet, putting his arm over your shoulder as you do.
"Lets get you back to your seat old man"
You say softly, taking his weight on your arm as you walk him across the Pit back towards his seat. The Pups, the Squire included, part respectfully as you push through their line. Barbas collapses gratefully into his whitewood throne, holding his side and scowling at you good naturedly.

"If id known you were gonna hit me that hard I wouldnt have gone easy on you. Coulda hit your ugly mug a dozen times but I didn't wanna embarrass ya"
He chuckles, shaking his head as you laugh, leaning against the wall. Barbas looks at you strangely before nodding, seeming to make a decision.
"Here boyo. Ill show you a trick I learned, might save your life one day....."
Over the next hour or so Barbas walks you through the motions and forms of one of his signature defensive styles. The flowing yet brutal movements are designed to open an enemy up to attack through redirection of blows.

>Learned Iron Fist Counter. If your Block roll beats a enemies attack roll, roll an autohit attack dice

>Ask for advice on what to do with your new Warparty.

>ask about the Squire.

>Ask Barbas a question

>Leave

>>2306010
>Leave
Is there anyway we can choose who's in our war party? Lets assemble the war party and assess our troops.

>>2306010
>ask about the Squire.

>>2306021
You can pick and choose what type of units (Raiders, Skirmishers, Warriors, etc) you'll take and you can bring your friends or even invite other WarParties along with Barbas's approval.

>>2306010
>>Ask for advice on what to do with your new Warparty.

>>2306010
>Ask for advice on what to do with your new Warparty.

>>2306055
Can we train our warparty? Like have them be more disciplined or teach them tactics? I can just imagine Magnus whipping his men into shape like how mercenary band was before the castle raid.

>>2306111
You can level your men through combat experience or training. You're starting with a Warparty of seasoned fighters. The more experience they gain the better they will do in battle.

This might be a terrible idea, but we could keep slaughtering the moon worshippers, take the armour, get our guys to wear it and walk right into one of their keeps and kill everyone inside

>Advice given.
>Writing

>>2306146
Is there a rota for raiding or can we just go whenever we feel like it?

You plop down onto your rear next to Barbas, leaning against the wall of the Pit. He uncorks a leather flask and takes a large swallow, sighing in appreciation as he hands it to you. You toss back a mouthful of the strong liquor, trying not to wince as it boils its way down your throat. You hand it back and choke back a cough as Barbas takes another swig. You decide to take the opportunity to ask advice from a veteran.
"Throth promoted me to lead a Warparty. Sixty good men"
You say bluntly, glancing sidelong at Barbas.
"Any suggestions on what to do with them?"

Barbas rubs his beard, looking into the distance as he thinks.
"Well congratulations boy. Throth has always had good things t'say about you and I personally recommended ya."
He pats your shoulder in a grandfatherly way
"You could take'em down into the valleys and foothills. Theres villages there that are bloody fat with excess. Not much glory but plenty of food and tools. Theres also the outposts of the Moon scum. Hard fight but theres good weapons and steel there. If you felt really ambitious there are other smaller tribes out there, if you're willing to duke it out you could bring them into the Crag Wolves."

>Leave

>Ask Barbas a question

>Ask about the Squire

>other

>>2306199
>>Leave

>>2306199
>Leave

Let's unite the tribes anons. We will bolster our numbers and fight back the Moon scum.

>>2306199
>>Leave

>Leave.

Bidding Barbas farewell you walk through the crowd of awestruck pups, their invincible Warmaster thrown to the ground like a child. Perhaps seeds of doubt could take root in their minds if given time to fester. Barbas cures that.
"Good work on that pile o'rocks pups! Now move em to the other side! Theyre blocking me view!"
He bellows, roaring like a bear.

You can't help but chuckle as you leave the Pit, pulling your shirt back on and wiping the smear of blood from your lip.

>Assemble your Warparty. Go raiding.

>Get your friends. Go hunting.

>Go talk to someone

>Other

>>2306286
>Assemble your Warparty. Go raiding.

>>2306286
>>Assemble your Warparty. Go raiding.

>>2306286
>>Assemble your Warparty. Go raiding.

>>2306286
>>Assemble your Warparty. Go raiding.

>Warparty ASSSEEEEEMBBBLLEEE

You take a deep breath, looking up at the sun, hanging firmly between the split peak of the Crag. Theres plenty of time left in the day to get somewhere and get some killing done. You make your way back to your cave, throwing on your armor and weapons. Your hammer slides into your belt and your Battle spear goes into its sheath on your back. The silver great shield, by way of a long leather strap, sits along your back over the spear. Your gauntlets slide easily onto your forearms and fingers, fitting like silk gloves.

So armed and armored you make your way back to the Crag commons, striding purposefully up to a horn mounted in the stone, easily as large as your arm. Taking a deep breath you blow into it, the deep bass blast shaking your chest as those around look on im surprise. Twice more you blow, until everyone in the Crag has heard.

"I am Arch Magnus! Magnus the Mighty! I am off to raid and plunder, pillage and kill. Off to bring war and ruin to our enemies and glory and supplies to our home! I need sixty good men to join me! Who's with me!"

>Warparty selection.

>Focus on raiders. You'll have more versatility but less heavy hitters or long range.

>Focus on Skirmishers. You'll be at a disadvantage in a straight up fight but you can ambush like demons.

>Focus on Warriors. You'll be able to smash into enemies like a hammee but you'll have a hard time maneuvering.

>Take a even mix.

>>2306350
>Focus on raiders. You'll have more versatility but less heavy hitters or long range.

>>2306350
>>Focus on Warriors. You'll be able to smash into enemies like a hammee but you'll have a hard time maneuvering.

>>2306350
>Take a even mix.
Warriors/Skirmishes

>>2306378
this

>>2306378
Supporting.

>>2306378
50/50 mix of Warriors and Skirmishers wins

Warriors are your heavy hitters. Two handed weapons, big guys, armored up in a mix of leather and plate/mail.

Skirmishers are your archers, slingers, javelin guys. They have shortswords, daggers, hand axes, small spears, etc. Theyre good for ambushing and covering fire.

>>2306350
>>Take a even mix.

To your pride, dozens of fists and voices raise in agreement, men striding forward after kissing wives and children farewell. You have enough volunteers you hand pick your Warparty, choosing large, armored men armed with heavy, vicious weapons and complimenting them with equal numbers of Skirmishers, knowing the value of ranged support and men who can sneak.

A pair of men step forward after you select your Warparty. One a barrel chested brute of a man with a bears hide draped over his shoulders and a two handed axe in his hand. The other a tall, lithe man carrying a long, curved bow. He is draped in layers of dark hides, the mottled appearance making him hard to pick out among the rocks.

The brute speaks up first, his voice a deep rasp, his black beard cut close to his cheeks
"I am Urhost, War Leader. As the most veteran man here, I ask to speak as the voice for my men"

The tall man speaks up next, his voice soft, almost lost on the wind.
"Im called Wren. Ive been hunting and ranging our territory since I was a boy. I can advise you on secret paths to take"

Seems you have some ready lieutenants already

>Accept their offer

>Decline. You need no help.

>>2306438
>>Accept their offer

>>2306438
>Accept their offer

>>2306438
No real reason to say no

>>2306447
Giving you guys the chance to be a dick.

>>2306450
Fair enough senpai

>Accept.

You smile broadly, extending a hand to each of your new lieutenants in turn.
"Id be honored to have you at my back."
You say proudly, adding enough volume so the other members of your Warparty can hear.

Urhost nods gruffly, shaking your arm like he's trying to rip it off
"Good decision War Leader."

Wren gives your arm a quick shake, you can feel a thin dagger hidden in his sleeve
"The hunting is good War Leader"

With your new lieutenants flanking you, you take up a position on a small mound of stone. Your gathered Warparty crowd around, not wishing to miss your words.

"Crag Wolves! Ive chosen you to follow me into battle! To share with me our glory! To fight and kill and WIN with me!"
You hold up your hammer, eliciting a cheer of bloodlust from your Warparty.
"We will crash against our foes like a avalanche! Sweeping aside all those who would oppose us!"
Your men cheer and pound each other on the back as you stride through them, Urhost and Wren flanking you.
"Fine words War Leader."
Growls Urhost, shouldering his axe.
"Where are we headed War Leader?"
Asks Wren, slinging his bow across his back

>To the foothills. Those fat villages may have forgotten why they fear the mountains.

>To raid a nearby tribe. They should bow to the Crag Wolves.

>To attack a Moon Lord Outpost. Their weapons and armor will serve us well.

>>2306466
>>To raid a nearby tribe. They should bow to the Crag Wolves.
Test the pups. Let's separate our wolves form our sheep.

>>2306466

>To the foothills. Those fat villages may have forgotten why they fear the mountains.

>>2306466
>To the foothills. Those fat villages may have forgotten why they fear the mountains.

>>2306472
This, gotta eat before killin properly

>>2306466
>>To raid a nearby tribe. They should bow to the Crag Wolves.

>Foothills wins.
>Pillaging is a go.

"To the foothills and valleys at the base of the mountains. Those lazy villagers have forgotten what fear is. Let us remind them"
You growl, leading your men out of the Crag. Your Warparty follows behind you, the message getting passed along the line as they go.

Wren strides along beside you, his eyes on the trail and horizon, searching for any movement as you pick oout trails, worn paths in the stone that lead downward, safely away from the watchful eyes of Moon Knights.

After an hour of hiking, the clouds left far behind and sparse, tough grass growing underfoot, Wren holds up a fist, crouching down and pointing ahead, towards a small ridge. A great shaggy form lumbers into view, a pair of thick ivory tusks swinging below its long nose. The bronze rings through its wide hairy ears signify this is no wild beast. The mammoth grunts uneasily as it catches your scent, its Shepherd striding into view. Standing nearly double your height, the giant scowls at your warparty, obviously unwilling to go against sixty men but daring you to threaten his charge. The stone and wood club ovee his shoulder is easily as tall as you are, his scarred, grey tinged skin looking as tough and thick as your armor. Thick garments of hide and bone cover his limbs and chest, decorated with sharpened bones and broken sword blades.

Urhost crouches next to you and Wren, scowling at the obstacle.
"The Shepherds must be getting pushed down the mountains by the Moon scum. Theyre peaceable enough if you leave their mammoths be."


>Take the wide way around.

>Fuck off Big Guy.

>Anybody speak Giant?

>>2306540
>Anybody speak Giant?
Living siege engines?

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>>2306540
Forgot pic

>>2306540
>Fuck off Big Guy
1v1 me ill bash yur head in m8ty

>>2306540
>>Anybody speak Giant?

>>2306540
>Take the wide way around.

>Anybody Speak Giant?
>Writing

You scratch your chin, looking at the Giant before you. Even from this distance you can tell he is colossal. Easily fifteen feet tall and as wide at rhe shoulders as a man is tall. You stand and dust off your hands, making a show of taking off your weapons, not that you had any that could really hurt the giant. You look at your Lieutenants, shrugging at their shocked expressions.
"Might as well go introduce ourselves. We mean the big fellow no harm after all"

Wren blinks in shock before wiping his expression clean and nodding quickly. Urhost sighs, pinching his nose as he does.
"Ugh... Youre in charge Magnus. I speak a bit of Giant. Had to deal with em before when I got snowed into one of their passes for a winter"
You nod, holding your hand palms up as you advance toward the giant, slowly, Urhost following behind you.

The giant watches you intently as you stop, nearly twenty yards away. The mammoth grunts and shuffles unhappily, nudging the giant with its nose. He rubs its hesd affectionately before nodding at you and dropping his club, crossing the distance in only a few steps to stand before you, looking at you like a interesting insect. He kneels down, putting his craggy, weathered face only a few feet above your head.

"Bur-Lun Do-La Tu-Shu-Salla-Do"
The giant rumbles, nodding his head pleasantly.

Urhost clears his throat, replying in the guttural giant tongue
"Ur-Host Pha-Ca Turr-Ma. Mag-Nus. Ba-Shi-Thol."

Urhost turns to you, rubbing his throat
"Haven't spoke the language in years. His name is Bur-Lun. Hes a member of the Far Walker tribe. I told him you are a great warrior and the leader of our group"

>Ask Bur-Lun about the giant tribes

>Ask Bur-Lin about their involvement with the Moon Knights.

>Ask Bur-Lun about what he has seen.

>>2306598
>Ask Bur-Lun about what he has seen.

Looks like we can't do too much diplomancing, on account of losing the respect of our warriors if we do. I like it.

>>2306598
>Ask Bur-Lin about their involvement with the Moon Knights.

>>2306611
I mean if you guys want you can try to get him to come along. It would take a roll to convince him.

>>2306598
>Ask Bur-Lun about what he has seen.

>>2306617
Is this not the best? having a fucking giant crush things with us

>>2306598
>>Ask Bur-Lun about what he has seen.

>>2306598
"You're a big guy."
>Ask Bur-Lun about what he has seen.

>>2306636
Pls let’s bring a giant to raid

>ask Bur-Lun about what he has seen.

"Ask him what he has seen on the mountains"
You tell Urhost, your impromptu interpreter nodding and launching into a halting, hoarse line of questions to the crouching giant. Bur-Lun nods and grunts aggreably as Urhost finishes, scratching his chin with fingers the thickness of a child's arm.

As he speaks, Urhost answers, his Giantish warming up from years of disuse.
"He says... The slopes have been quiet today. His herd has walked many miles and will walk many more. They have given much milk and eaten much grass. So on and so forth. He says the cold light shining small folk..uh that's their word for the moon scum... Tried to bother his herd. He crushed their bones and cast their bodies into a pit so that their souls cannot see the moon... Seems there WAS a group of Moon Scum patrolling around here... He says he has seen signs left by the Old Watchers.. those are Giant elders and shamans... They call a meeting of the tribes to choose... Hold on... Bur-Lun... Hol-Gon Dur-Shan Ak-Phallo?... A Great Shepherd. Their version of a... Chieftan of Chieftans."

With a thud, Bur-Lun sits onto his rear, having grown comfortable enough to relax around you. Urhost turns to speak with you
"Seems he took it on himself to clean out the Moon scum. Good on him. Although... The Giants, they only gather in times of really great importance. For them to choose a Leader, they might be moving to war"

>Ask Bur-Lun about Giant tribes.

>Ask Bur-Lun about the troubles with the moon knights.

>Ask Bur-Lun to join your party. He seems like a adventurous sort.

>>2306598
>Ask Bur-Lun about what he has seen.

>>2306678
>>Ask Bur-Lun to join your party. He seems like a adventurous sort.

>>2306678
>Ask Bur-Lun to join your party. He seems like a adventurous sort.
We should try to become this chieftain of chieftains, leading a host of giants to war would be baller as fuck

>>2306678
>>Ask Bur-Lun to join your party. He seems like a adventurous sort.

>>2306678
>Ask Bur-Lun about the troubles with the moon knights.

>Ask Bur-Lun about the troubles with the moon knights.
>>2306678

>>2306678
>Ask Bur-Lun to join your party. He seems like a adventurous sort.
Magnus conquer

>>2306678
>Ask Bur-Lun about the troubles with the moon knights.

Steady on asking him to join us.

>Giant recruitment is a go.
>I need the restful OP sleeps. Will resume around noonish if I can (11 hours)
>Any questions, comments, criticisms, Pics whatever are welcome. ill be up for a bit.

>>2306700
barbarian warband with giant we norsca now

>Ok im back!
>WarhornsInTheDistance.MP3
>Roll me 1d100 for convincing Bur-Lun. Bo3. DC 65

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>2307473

>>2307478
AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

I don’t think we need another roll

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>2307473

Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>2307527
Says you.

>>2307478
We giant-friend nao

>Sorry about today. Been horrifically busy. Had a pre-surgery dinner with the family
>92>65.

Bur-Lun is convinced easily.

Writing

You rub your chin, fingers digging through tangles in your beard as you think, observing the giant. Bur-Lun hums to himself pleasantly, the bass rumble can be felt in your chest as he observes you right back. His eyes" mm, set far back under the sloping jut of his brow glitter with unmistakable intelligence.

"Urhost"
You say, rousing your Lieutenants attention. He looks over to you, leaning on the shaft of his axe
"Yes Magnus? More questions for him?"

You shake your head, smiling to yourself
"No. No questions. Make him an offer. Ask him to fight with us. He can take a share of the supplies and leave if he wishes"

Urhost looks at you in shock, jaw dropping open.
"Ask.. Ask him to fight with us? Magnus im surprised he hasn't ripped our arms off yet to be bloody frank with you. Giants don't like humans much. Too many of em killed by wannabe hero's"

You simply look pointedly at your new interpreter.
"All the same. I told you to tell him my offer and you will"
You growl softly, clenching your fist.

Urhost rubs his scalp uneasily but turns toward Bur-Lun. Clearing his throat he begins
"Bur-Lun. Mag-Nus Ak-Phallo Bo-Sa-Mallo. Mag-Nus Dur-Shan Fas Ro-Mi. Bur-Lun Fee-Kasso Rud. Fanno-Fanno Mi-Do Kus-Ra-Shal."

Bur-Lun blinks owlishly as Urhost finishes, rubbing his sore throat but looking pleased with his eloquence. Bur-Lun rubs his chin thoughtfully, the rasp of callous on leathery chin loud as a file on steel. Finally he nods, his craggy face crinkling in a broad grin as he stands to his full height. He rumbles a response to Urhost before turning to his herd, calling out in Giantish. Almost immediately a comparatively small form darts around the side of the mammoth bull, holding a spear longer than a lance. The Giant child looks up respectfully to Bur-Lun as the Giant rumbles and points in his native tinge before hugging the giant child to his chest, tussling his bristly hair affectionately.

Urhost turns to you and gestures toward the father and son
"Bur-Lun says his son Dar-Bur can keep care of the herd. Apparently he is bored and a little excitement would do him well"

You smile broadly and clap the warrior on the shoulder, shaking him happily
"Excellent work Urhost! Can you imagine the damage we can do with a giant fighting alongside us?"
You say happily, imagining men being thrown skyward and pounded into paste.

Urhost smiles as he points toward Bur-Lun, coming your way with a pack the size of a grown man over his shoulder, his club, what looks like a polished sapling and a quiver full of arrows the size of spears slung onto his broad back. A large skin sits at his hip, full of some thick, pungent mixture and he double checks the knots before nodding to you
"Mag-Nus Ak-Phallo Bur-Lun"

Seems you're in charge.

Your men form up behind you, Bur, Urhost and Wren taking up position behind you as you march then down the slopes, leaving behind the young giant and the herd of mammoths.

>cont

>>2308896
Hours pass as you walk, some of the men singing, others huffing in silence, relishing the rich air of the slopes as the ground changes from hard, thin soil to rich brown and black dirt, thick green grass growing over it. In the distance, tall stout trees can be seen, their leaves rustling in the wind.

Wren speaks up, pointing towards the woods and the meadows of rich grass
"Magnus. I can take a few men and scout out the forest, searching for a place to camp and any villages within"
He says softly, hand on a large curved dagger at his belt.

Urhost Buts in, pointing at a glimmer of silvery light several miles away.
"Why waste time traipsing through the woods when we can head for the river and find them for sure? Folk always live near water if they can"
He growls proudly, the veteran warrior having done this a time or two.

Bur-Lun simply points at the hard packed trail curving around the edge of the forest.

>Scout out the Forest.

>March towards the river

>Follow the dirt road.

>Other

>>2308901
>Follow the dirt road.
Let's gain more trust from our giant fellow.

>>2308901
>Follow the dirt road.
But send some scouts ahead so there are no nasty surprises waiting for us.

>>2308901
follow the giant

>>2308925
Dis

>>2308901
>Follow the dirt road.

>>2308901
>>Follow the dirt road.

>>2308901
What if we
>scout the river
>continue along the dirt path
And lastly >rendezvous with the scouts somewhere along the path as it curves around the forest.

>Not dead. Had surgery surgery today. Will continue tomorrow if my pain level is manageable.

>>2311322
>well shit, what got cut open?

>>2311325
Had a prosthetic mount put into my eye socket. Highly uncomfortable but im back :)

>>2312382
role call

>Follow the dirt road.

You nod gratefully to the giant as you follow his suggestion, pointing to the packed soil of the dirt road.

"Folk also tend to live near roads my friends"
You say with a chuckle, hooking your thumbs in your belt as you make you way at the head of the warparty. Wren and Urhost share a look before sighing in resignation
"He's got a point"
"Stuff it Wren"

With a hissed command from Wren, several pairs of Skirmishers dart out from your column, mixing into the undergrowth and climbing the trees like apes. You look questioningly to Wren and he shrugs.

"Would be best to get some eyes forward if were out in the open here"
He says calmly, lowering his hood to free his ears, revealing a heavily scarred neck and a missing ear. The wound doesn't seem to impair his senses as he scans the forest around you as your column marches along the road.

>Ask one of your Lieutenants a question

>Set up camp in the woods.

>March in silence

>Other

>>2312405
>>March in silence

>>2312405
>Ask a lieutenant a question

"We're raiding a peasant village. I doubt they have an ambush waiting for us. Is the caution really necessary? "

>>2312431
Why not seems about right

>Ask a lieutenant a question

You turn to look at Wren, speaking lowly as you march along the forest road. The hunter strides along like a shadow, soft padded moccasins making not a single noise on the hard packed earth
"Wren. We're headed for a village full of peasants right? Why the scouts? Surely they are no threat to us."
You ask, watching the deathly quiet warrior smile to himself

"True. The peasants and farmers themselves aren't much harm to us. But these valleys and lowlands are the moon lords breadbasket. They patrol this area pretty heavily and its not uncommon to have a group of their soldiers stationed there as a village guard."

Urhost nods, snorting through his nose
"Wren has a point Magnus. Its always good to cast your eyes about and see what is around. Would be a bad idea to walk onto a large patrol or onto a village garrison with two hundred men."

You shrug and nod in agreement
"Aye, that would be a poor start to this raid wouldnt it"

The three of you share a chuckle, making sure to keep your voices down as you put thw miles below your feet far far behind you.

Hours pass by uninterrupted, only the plodding of your feet and the occasional muttered joke or complaint issuing from your men. Bur-Lun plods along in amiable silence, occassionally pulling a lump of greenish yellow paste from his belt pouch and chewing the foul smelling concoction with slow patience.

Suddenly a bird call echoes from the forest ahead and Wren holds up a fist, signalling halt as he whistles back, the call indistinguishable to your ears from that of a songbird.

One of your scout pairs emerges from the woods, waving greeting as they jog to meet you

"Wren! War Leader Magnus! We have news of the trail...

>Roll me 1d100 to see what your scouts have found.

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>2313240

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>2313240

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>2313240

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>2313240

>44.

You stride forward impatiently, eager to hear the news from your scouts

"Well? What did you find?"
You growl, looking down on the slim men.

They glance at each other before one speaks, pulling out a scrap of parchment with a crude map drawn upon it.
"There's a village, about 12 miles up the road, atop a small hill. The river curves around the side of the hill, broad, deep and fast moving. Fields of crops, fat goats and cattle, even several pastures for horses."
He rattles off a list of what he had seen from a vantage point from the heights of a elder tree. The other speaks up as his companion catches his breath.

"Im guessing a hundred, hundred and fourty villagers. We spotted some men in armor, spears and whatnot. A detachment of militia or moon scum to guard the village. They don't seem well trained but they have to number at least fourty."

Wren claps both of the men on the shoulder, congratulating them for their success as you look over the parchment scrap detailing the prospective target.

"Urhost"
You rumble, holding out the scrap
"What do you think?

The veteran takes the note and looks over it, pursing his lips as he reads. Finally he nods and hands it back, rubbing his beard thoughtfully.
"Its not perfect, even that many villagers can pose a threat to us but we could easily overrun the guards and slaughter them if we hit them hard enough."
He growls with bloody joy on his smile

>Make camp. Send scours to thoroughly look over the village.

>Make camp near the village. Hit them in the dark.

>March on the village, hit them as soon as possible

>Other

>>2313447
>Make camp. Send scours to thoroughly look over the village.
>Make camp near the village. Hit them in the dark

>>2313447
send scouts to look for weakness and build camp to prepare for night surprise attack

>>2313447

> Wait for dark, have the giant throw boulders at the guards and distract them, then we they come to stop the giant, ambush them with half our skirmishers and a third of our warriors, while the rest sneak close to the village as possible, before charging.

>Roll me 1d100 for your scouts success in their thorough check.
>Make Camp.

>Camp decisions.

>Light camp. Bedrolls and tents, hidden by brush and saplings. Easy to pick up and move but hard to to defend.

>Hidden camp. Sleeping pits and burrow carved into the soft soil. Hard to find but chaotic to defend.

>Fortified camp. You plan to stay in the area for a bit. Earthworks and ditches, supported by archers in the trees and sharpened stakes.

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>2313619

>>2313633
Gonna pick a camp option?

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>2313619
hidden camp

>Hidden Camp.

You bark out orders to your men and like shadows, your entire column melts into the forest. Making your way several miles into the forest, through deer trails and creek beds you set up camp in a raised portion of the forest. Your men pull shovels and mattocks from their packs and quickly carve sleeping hollows into the soft soil, padding the sides with fallen leaves and placing hide covers over the tops, leaving room for the occupant to wriggke inside the snug warmth.

The driest wood that could be found is kindled into small, nearly smokeless fires, the canopy of leaves overhead diffusing what little smoke rises into nothingness. Several rabbits, birds and chunks of salted goat are roasted over the fire and Wrens skirmishers provide bundles of fresh greens picked from the forest arouns you.

At your orders, Wren sends off a dozen of his Skirmishers to scout the village thoroughly. The men fade away like ghosts, leaving not even swinging branches behind them.

Bur-Lun leans against a tree, the trunk creaking unhappily from his weight as he does. Pulling a lump of what looks like bread-Shaped rock from his pack he dips it into the pouch at his belt, gobbling down the glob of greenish yellow paste. Noticing your attention he tears off a small piece and offers it to yiu, a thumb sized glob of the mixture quivering atop it.

>Accept the gift of Giant cheese.

>No gracias.

>>2313770
>Accept the gift of Giant cheese.
We ain't afraid of no cheese.

>>2313770
>Accept

>>2313770

> Accept

>Accept.

You extend your hand, taking the delicately offered lump of stone-bread. The mound of giant cheese atop it wiggles as you do, bubbles popping on its side as you look at it.
Bur-Lun chuckles to himself, mumbling in giantish as you steel yourself, biting off a sizeable chunk of the stone bread.

You nearly choke.

The bread is coarse, tough, powdery. It sucks every drop of moisture from your mouth and grates against your teeth like a mouth full of small pebbles. The giant cheese atop it coats the roof of your mouth like slimy mud, smearing along your teeth and sliding against your tongue nauseatingly. You barely hold back from gagging, your eyes bulging out of your head and your skin flushing as you chew the foul mixture of fetid cheese and impossibly hard bread. Bur-Lin lays his head back and tackles, his booming laugh scaring away several birds and shaking in your chest. Pointing with one spadelike finger he rumbles something in giantish. Urhost chuckles as he approaches, smacking your back and offering you a swig of water. Washing away the foul mix you cough heavily, your nose and throat burning with the rotting, cloying taste of the cheese.

"He asks if you liked the sweet cheese"
Urhost laughs, waving away a offered lump of the jiggling rot. Bur-Lun rumbles in laughter, downing the mouthful of mammoth cheese with gusto.

You sit there for several hours as the sun retreats towards the horizon. Swapping tales of battles won and lost, enemies slain and monsters hunted. Bur-Lun rumbles out a song-story of one of his ancestors who led a charge against the Trolls and Ogres from atop the great mammoth Sky-Tusk. Right as he reaches the part where "The great Chieftans who walked with mammoth and carried spears of sky dragons fire crushed the spirits and bodies of the foul troll men who walked in darkness and dealt with spirits of the shadow" your scouts return.

The men melt from the darkening tree line with hardly a rustled branch, the victorious grins on their faces telling you much before they even open their mouths. Wren, Urhost and yourself receive their news with eager ears.

"We scouted out the village nice and good boss. Even caught ourselves one of the militia guarding the place. He sung real sweet once we pried off his fingernails"
You grunt and Wren silences the men with a glare
"A-anyways boss. We found out a lot about the village. Name of Rhya's Hill. Named after some Saint or another. Got about a hundred and thirty villagers, forty militia guards and the village sheriff Ostven."

>Ask about the village. What do they have in abundance.

>Ask about the Militia. What threat do they pose.

>Ask about the Sherriff. What kind of fighter is he.

>Other

>>2314039
>>Ask about the village. What do they have in abundance.
>>Ask about the Militia. What threat do they pose.
>>Ask about the Sherriff. What kind of fighter is he
ask all any good loots? how many soldiers , who is the leader,? any sign of high ranking moon general?

>>2314049
Jesus, anon, why don't you ask about the secrets of life's meaning, too?

>>2314039
>Ask about the Militia. What threat do they pose.
We'll take whatever they have, and we'll kick the shit out of Ostven easy. It's the militia I'm worried about.

>>2314039
>>Ask about the Militia. What threat do they pose.
>>Ask about the Sherriff. What kind of fighter is he.

>>2314164
support

>>2314110
42.

>Ask about the Militia. What threat do they pose?

You and your Lieutenants sit around a wide stump, the crude map drawn on its surface studded with small stones and berries, signifying locations of interest. The scouts gather around, offering their insight when needed. You point at the scout who spoke before, a reedy, dark haired man with a thin moustache, a quiver of javelins strapped to his back.
"The militia. What did you see about them? Their weapons, armor, how did they move?"

The scouts speak amongst themselves before their impromptu officer speaks up.
"They didnt seem too keen on their jobs boss. Probably drafted up by the sheriff to fill up their ranks. There's a war on in the south dontcha know? Lots of spears, Halberd, hand axes, such like. There's a couple with bows, light crossbows, slings, normal peasant shit. Maybe thirty of the village folk actually know how to fight."

Wren speaks up, tracing a line across the map with the point of a dagger.
"Good work Ollvod. Now, Magnus, if we take my Skirmishers and bring them around here... And here..."
He marks two points on the map
"We can use the elevation to rain down supporting fire to you. Especially if we have Bur-Lun up there with us. Giant arrows are... Impressive to say the least."

Urhost looks over the map, pointing out several intersections in the muddy streets that interest him
"If they massed here or here, ee could be boxed in and surrounded. Even dragons have been killed by angry peasants in great enough numbers. We need to hit them hard and fast, break their will to resist and leave with everything we can carry. Well need the Skirmishers on the ground with us and Bur-Lun will shatter their bones and their pride"

>Ask about Ostven

>Ask about Rhya's hill. What do they have in abundance

>order the attack

>>2315234
>What do they have in abbundance?

>>2315234
>Ask about Ostven

>>2315234
>Ask what they have in abundance

"Rhya's hill. What do they have in abundance? What do we stand to gain from them?"
You ask your lieutenants.

Urhost and Wren look to the scouts, gathering information from them before turning back to you. Wren marks out several of the small storehouses on the map
"The fields around here are rich and fertile. Fat livestock fill those storehouses. Thick, salted hams, smoked meat, dried lamb and goat. Bundles of potatoes, turnips and onions. Enough food to supply the Crag for weeks"

Urhost scowls, waving away the hunters advice.
"Bah! We have food aplenty at the crag. I say, we use those supplies to feed ourselves down here, range around and take weapons, tools, thrall. Things of value! There's no honor or glory in stealing some dried peas from a frightened farmer."

>Side with Urhost. You will take tools, weapons, food and Thralls. You will use the food from Rhya's Rhya's hill to fuel your raids

>Side with Wren. You'll take a heavy load of food supplies and be back home sooner.

>Other

>>2315662
>Side with Urhost

>>2315662
>>Side with Urhost. You will take tools, weapons, food and Thralls. You will use the food from Rhya's Rhya's hill to fuel your raids
Best option desu

>>2315662
>>Side with Urhost. You will take tools, weapons, food and Thralls. You will use the food from Rhya's Rhya's hill to fuel your raids
The crag's attempt at raising and growing metal has so far yielded no results.

You nod towards Urhost, the veteran warrior having made his case to you
"Excellent point Urhost. The crag isn't short of food right now but we can't grow or hunt for good solid steel and strong thrall don't spring up from the rocks."

Urhost nods, pleased with himself while Wren nods in silent acceptance. The sun creeps ever lower to the horizon while you go over your final plans

>Have Skirmishers move to elevation and provide covering fire.

>Have Skirmishers and warriors in an alpha strike on the village.

>Bur-Lun sniper support or vanguard

>>2315912
>Have Skirmishes move to elevation and provide covering fire
>Bur-Lun vanguard

>>2315912
>>Have Skirmishers and warriors in an alpha strike on the village.
If we send Bur-Lun first, they're going to become super defensive.

>>2315929
support

>Battle Plan established.
>Night attack on Rhya's Hill.
>Focus on taking weapons, tools and thralls.
>Wren's Skirmishers move to elevation and rain fire from above.
>Bur-Lun fights in melee.

>Begin attack?

>More planning

>Kinda lonesome in this thread here.
>tumbleweeds.gif

>>2316328
>>Begin attack?
I personally can't think of anything else to plan desu

>>2316756
Lets party then anon

The village of Rhya's hill sits atop a rounded mound of earth, leftover from some glacial movement in centuries past. The village is named such for it is the birthplace of Saint Rhya the Watchful, patron saint of those who stand guard in the night. His vigil against the beast men hordes for thirty days and nights kept countless innocents safe.

But he is long dead.

Your men creep through the undergrowth, stepping over fallen branches and ducking under leaning logs, the damp forest floor muffling their steps as they creep through the dense cover. The moon and stars twinkle overhead, casting a dim silvery light along the ground, faintly flinging off the edges of weapons.

The torches and lamps of Rhya's hill stand like a island of light in a sea of darkness, a cluster of wooden homes and storehouses, a inn, blacksmith and guardhouse all flickering with light from inside glass paned windows.

Wren takes his Skirmishers into two groups, heading for a pair of overlooking hills on opposite sides of the village. Before he heads with them he hands you a iron bound horn, telling you to blow when the situation needs it.

Even Bur-Lun walks as silently as he can, stooped and placing his colossal weight evenly to muffle the thuds of his barrel sized feet. You crouch with your warriors, Urhost a few meters away and watch the guards as they patrol. Nealry twenty men are visible, more either in the guardhouse or the inn itself. Their weapons are crude, spears and half rusted halberds, notched hand axes and nicked shortswords. Mail and padded cotton seems to be the extent of the armor here.

>Approach silently, hit them from surprise.

>Balls to the wall, hair on fire charge. Get their attention.

>Other

>>2316756

I'm here too, QM. My schedule's a bit hectic, can't be here as much as I'd like. Sorry.

>>2316802
>Approach silently, hit them from surprise.
We haven't got anything we're trying to draw their attention from. Might as well stick with surprise as much as we can. Unless, of course, we can cause terror. Don't think we're at 'terror on sight' level yet, though.

>>2316806
A giant and thirty heavily armed mountain clansmen are a terrifying sight to men not used to much more than a bandit raid or drunken villagers.

>>2316806
Bingo, lets do this

>stealthy approach. Stealthy being a vague word here.

>feed me 3 rolls of 1d100 for your stealth, your mens stealth and for Bur-Lun somehow being sneaky.

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>2316852
Incoming 100. Surely.

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>2316852
Rolled 75

>>2315662
Can we rape the women and children too?

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>2316852

>>2316888
You did this. This is your fault and yours alone. Roll properly next time. Put it in Options. dice+1d100.

>>2316914
wew

>>2316902

By the spirits look what your lolifag filth has brought upon us! Get your head out of the gutter, of course we'll molest maidens aplenty, but kiddos are off-limits bucko! Can't be ruining wombs before they're developed, and beneath the old man's tutelage they'll yet swell the Crag Wolve's numbers!

>>2316914

>>2316921
Explain pls

>>2316938

Pedofag ding-dong, when you're replying, in the rectangle benath the name-space for tripfags, type "dice+1d100" minus the quotes. It's not that hard.

>77. Sneak success Magnus.
>78. Sneeky success Warriors + Urhost
>1. Giants no sneaky gud

Writing

>>2316950
Do you guys wanna use that banked crit?

>>2316902
Women yes but this is not lewd quest. You will get a fade to black and be happy about it.

>>2316948
Aah oke i get it now , thanks

>>2316957

Why not, I mean, how often does a situation like this cone up?

1 vote for yes so crit has been used.

>>2316982
It doesn't seem like the best time to use it

>>2317023

Yeah but Giant outta nowhere. That's legit horrifying and we only got a one when lolifag started to transition to his magical realm, we'll be fine.

You stride forward, keeping to the shadows and low areas of the fields as you approach the village. You draw your hammer and hold it low in your grip as you move like a oversized shadow. Your men follow behind you, crawling and crouching, gaining distance to the village with every shuffled step.

Bur-Lun almost spoils the emdeavor however, a sleeping hound nearly yelping as the giant startles it from sleep but a swift slap from his massive hand flattens the mutts skull with casual ease.

You press yourself into the side of a storehouse, looking out into the dirt and stone streets of Rhya's hill. A pair of guards walk away from you, halberds slung over their shoulders casually. You take several deep breaths, steeling yourself for combat before stepping out. The rustle of your boots catches their ears and they turn, eyes widening and mouths falling open as they tske in the sight of a mountain of a man, garbed in skins and boiled leather, fists shining with steels unfriendly glint and weapons built for heroes in your fists. You open your mouth and bellow, shaking the earth with your voice
"CRAG WOLVES! TAKE WHAT IS YOURS!"

Pulling your horn to your lips you blow out a long blast, the air shaking with the power of your lungs as your men storm into the village from their hiding places in the shadows. Bur-Lun roars as he charges forward, a vicious underhand swing shattering the stone wall of a home into hundreds flying missiles.

The pair of guards back away, faces pale and sweating, their rusted Halberd leveled in shaking grips.

>Fight with Hammer and spear

>Fight with Hammer/Spear and shield

>>2317071
>>Fight with Hammer/Spear and shield
Wanna try out the spear/shield this raid

>>2317109
Without other votes well take this.

>>2317071
>Fight with Hammer and spear
Dual wielding like a real man.

>>2317109
>>2317126
Actually in the interests of avoiding a tie I'll swap. Never mind.

You slide the haft of your hammer through your belt and swing your shield around, working your fist into the leather grips. You swing your battle spear through several arcs as you advance on the cowering men. All around you, villagers and guards are running confusedly onto the streets. Many are met with vicious blades or barbed arrows, puddles of crimson blood already pooling on the streets. A shouting, blonde haired man barges through a doorway, a maul in his worn hands. His attempt at heroism is cut short as Urhost nearly insects his body at the shoulder, ripping his axe fron the ruin of the freshly made corpse.

You glare down at the two guardsmen, daring them to move.

>fight defensively (Iron fist Counter)

>Fight aggressively.

>>2317109
Dank option hea

>>2317157
Fight aggressively, defense isn’t our style

>>2317157
>>Fight aggressively.
We smash. We crush. We rend.

Rolled 60, 30 = 90 (2d100)

>Fight aggressively. Crush their bodies and spirits.

>give me 3 rolls of 1d100+10
>Beat my defense rolls

Rolled 93 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2317199

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1.16 MB PNG

>>2317199
Forgot pic of Guards

Rolled 96 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2317199
Time to kick some ass.

>>2317204
>>2317213
Rip and tear m8's

>>2317220
None survive lmao

>>2317225
That's 2 artificial crits so that's an additional +10 damage on TOP of the additional +10 you do anyways.

Can I get another 1d100+10?

>>2317157
Imagine if the blonde dude was Ostven. And he just got fucking smoked by Urhost.

>>2317235
Nah that was just the village blacksmith. Ostven is a decent enough fighter.

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>2317234

Rolled 45 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2317234
Will one from me again suffice?

>>2317240
Yeah, I figured as much.

>103>60. Magnus hits guard #1 with +10 additional damage.

>106>30. Magnus hits guard #2 with +10 additional damage.

>46<50. Magnus misses.

Roll me 2 rolls of 1d100+20 please. This is gonna hurt.

Rolled 1 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2317287

>>2317287

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>>2317299
Dear god

Rolled 61 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2317287

>>2317299
Pain

>>2317324

Could've been worse, for the guy getting stabbed anyway.

Guard #1
100hp-21=79hp. Wounded!

Guard #2
100Hp-81=19. Critically wounded.

Writing!

Rolled 65 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2317287
>>2317299

Worry not, I shall make up for your failure.

"Come on then little men. Die like warriors"
You growl, your hair blowing in the faint breeze as you heft uour battle spear, the wicked edge glinting in the light. One of the guards snarls, gritting his teeth like a desperate dog as he lunges.

"Get fucked you Basta-oof!"
He grunts out as you simply sidestep his lunge, the blade getting trapped between your shield and body. Your knee impacts solidly with his ribs and he gasps, shrieking in pain as you wrench backwards, his arm shattering like a green stick as you apply leverage to his elbow.

Tossing aside the wounded man you sweep aside a shaky slash from his companions halberd. Honestly you're not sure they are even sharpened. You step forward, catching the hooked blade on your shield and turning, burying your battle spear into the mans belly, twisting as he falls. His face goes white and tight with pain. his hands immediately go to the gaping wound, attempting to hold in the loops of glistening, blood slick intestine. These men are broken, perhaps you could spare a moment to slit their throats but you have more important matters.

Rhyas hill is erupting into chaos around you. Urhost duels a trio of guards, his blade slick with blood and hunks of meat. A knot of your warriors slam into the barricade erected from the ruin of several horse drawn carts, defended by a small mob of guards and villagers.

A guard with a crossbow draws a bead on your back but staggers forward as a barbed arrow punches through the center of his throat. Wren nocks another arrow and takes careful aim before pinning a farmhands arm to a wall.

Bur-Lun strides through the village square, kicking and swinging his club idly, sending men pinwheeling through the air in silent arcs. He reaches down and grabs a villager by the legs, throwing the man like a rag doll through the window of the large inn.

>Assist Urhost

>Storm that Barricade

>Seek out a worthy foe. Someone has to be worth your time.

>go get a drink with Bur-Lun

>>2317399
>>Seek out a worthy foe. Someone has to be worth your time.

>>2317399
>>Seek out a worthy foe. Someone has to be worth your time.
I'm getting nostalgia from the first quest

>>2317399

>Seek out a worthy foe. Someone has to be worth your time.

Urhost is lieutenant for a reason, our men are in good hands, and I get the impression Bur-Lun will be just fine.

>>2317399
>>Assist Urhost
Can we slay a few of his opponents before finding someone to crush

>>2317399
>go get a drink with Bur-Lun
Purely for the imagery of us sitting down at the pub with somebody so large their head sticks through the roof, while a battle rages on in the background.

>Worthy foe
>Writing

You stride through the center of the beleagured village, striding over broken and bleeding bodies. A scythe wielding farmer holds one of your men at bay for a moment before a passing warrior buries a handaxe in the back of his skull. Blood drips steadily down a wall where a mail clad guardsmen had been smashed halfway through the wall.

Urhost cackles with mad joy as he severs both of one of his opponents legs with a single blow, sending the man toppling backward with blood pumping from his new stumps. The moment of hesitation costs another his life as the massive greataxe splits him from his skull to his groin.

You plant your foot atop a bloodied and ruined corpse, a jagged dagger drove through the underside of his chin, nearly three inches of blade jutting from the top of his skull.

"Are none of you man enough to face me? Will you simply give us your wives and daughters? Geld your sons and lash their hands for us? Are none of you men?!"
You roar, watching the villagers and guards, even your own men shrink back away from you.

"I will face you. Demon. Barbarian filth. I will stand"
Comes a low voice. Turning, you take in the sight of a tall, slim yet muscular man, strong even though the years have clearly worn upon him. His dark hair is speckled with grey and his beard is close cropped to his chin. One of his grey eyes is bisected by a thick scar, the iris a milky white. He is unarmored, dressed in a grey woolen tunic and breeches, His feet covered in worn boots. A long sword sits comfortably in his hand, the blade stained red, in his other, a thick bladed dagger.

>Eolhim the Veteran has answered your challenge!
>120Hp
>Last of the old guard +20 hp
>Legionare parry. +10 to defense rolls and an additional defense roll.
>half blind. -10 to hit.

>Fight with current gear (spear and shield. 3 attack dice, 4 defense dice)

>Dual wield (4 attack dice, 3 defense dice, gain use of Iron fist Counter)

>Other

>>2317512
>Dual wield (4 attack dice, 3 defense dice, gain use of Iron fist Counter)
Let's use this Iron Fist thingo.

>>2317512
>>Dual wield (4 attack dice, 3 defense dice, gain use of Iron fist Counter)
Might as well use the counter against him.

>>2317512
>>Dual wield (4 attack dice, 3 defense dice, gain use of Iron fist Counter)

>Dual wield for a Duel.

You and Eolhim circle each other, gaining the measure of your opponent. The fighting instinctively pulls away from your impending clash, men eager to be anywhere but there.
Eolhim speaks, his sword rising up into a low guard, the blade stained scarlet by clotting gore
"I came here years ago. I fought my share of wars. An entire generation of boys from this village, carved up for meat in endless war. Why couldn't you leave us be?"
He asks softly, a single tear rolling down his cheek as he adjusts his stance, blade rising up to a overhead stance, the thick bladed dagger held in a reverse grip in front of him.

>Attack (4 Dice)

>defend (4 dice. Highest defense roll activates iron Fist Counter)

>>2317581
>defend (4 dice. Highest defense roll activates iron Fist Counter)
God i hope i did that roll correctly

Rolled 71, 17, 20, 51 = 159 (4d100)

>>2317586
my bad