>>2478352
Arch Magnus "Magnus the Mighty, Gate-Breaker and Friend of Giants"

200/200Hp

Death Touched. Your brief jaunt through the land of the dead gifted you with superhuman durability. +10 armor

Spirit blade. Fallen warriors of ages past whisper in your ears, Guiding your strikes. +10 to attack rolls and damage

Huge- Magnus is a big guy. Even for you. +50 to Hp and +10 to feats of strength. Allows dual wielding of great weapons and allows the use of Ultra Weapons.

Life Drinker-be nourished by the blood of your foes, recover 10% of damage dealt as HP.

Runes-
Rune of the Giant- +50HP, +10 to strength checks and an additional attack die with great and ultra weapons.

Combat Skills-
Iron Fist Counter. When dual wielding and defending, your highest success roll will result in a counter. Roll 1 damage dice.

Ruinous slash-Great weapon skill. A single, powerful attack that removes 1/4 of your enemies armor and does +1dd damage.

>Gear
Magnus's Hammer. (Great Weapon) A heavy, brutal weapon with a serrated, angled head, a vicious spike on the reverse and a butt cap of solid steel.

Battle Spear (Great Weapon)- the bastard love child of a sword and a spear. Improved with the Dark Moon blade of Reinhart Sonum, this weapon carves through flesh and leaves ice in the veins of your foes. 2d100 +1d100 ice damage when used as your primary weapon.

3 Heavy throwing axes. Perfect for burying in a mans skull from twenty yards.

Fighting Dagger. Great for surprise blows under a jaw.

Thorn Dagger- Jagged and serrated, causes bleed damage.

Mail-Reinforced Leather armor- boiled leathers reinforced with mail offer substantial protection
+30 armor

Warrior Helm-This angular, brutal looking helm offers decent protection while keeping your vision clear. +5 armor

Spiked Pauldron-Your left shPulder and bicep are coated in overlapping steel plate with a vicious spike jutting from the center. +10 armor

IronCapped Boots-Thick, reinforced, mildly spiked boots that guard your shins, toes and calves. +5 armor

Heavy gauntlets. Thick articulated gauntlets that extend to your elbows, allowing you to block enemy blows easily even without a shield. +5 armor.

Blessed Great shield- a massive slab of silver engraved steel adorned with decorations of the Moon goddess and her seven hundred saints. You really need to redecorate it. +15 armor when equipped.

Trophies-
Seeker Rethal's Head (Claimed at Trulas Storm Blades Cairn)
Shrieker Head
Eolhim's Legion Longsword and Dagger. (1handed)
Harald's Saber (1handed)
The Storm Blade (Relic Great Sword)

Current loot hoard-
Grave Dust (Ingredient)
Shrieker Fangs (Ingredient)
Hearts blood (Ingredient)
Shrieker Claws
Shrieker Hide
Shrieker Eyes
Shrieker tendons
17L in various goods, furs, Trinkets, coins and other valuables.

Thralls and Property-
Aella of Rhya's hill. Can be gifted to others.
Mylea-Claimed after raid of Rhya's Hill.
Ysolde-Claimed after Raid of Rhya's Hill.
Keera-Claimed during the sack of MoonBend

Good to see your up and running warlord.

You roll your neck and shoulders, popping tendon and joints, shaking your shaggy mane of tangled black hair. The air is clear, the sun is shining, the unnatural hunger in your belly has subsided to a dull ache.

All in all, a good day.

You stride through the center of the Crag, nodding greeting to those that call your name, catching a apple you bite into it, crunching the juicy fruit with relish as you wade through a horde of squabbling youngsters. You chuckle and the surrounding Crag Wolves roar in laughter as a familiar blonde headed tot chambers up your back, using the advantage of height to leap onto the head of a larger boy, bearing him to the ground like a pink faced wolverine.

Ignoring the older boys yelps of pain and the laughter behind you, you step into the familiar, copper scented air of the Pits. Barbas's roars of rage and drunken bellows are punctuated by grunts of effort from dozens of throats.

Youre greeted by the sight the Pups, each burdened by a heavy, rounded stone. They each step forward in unison to Barbas's roars, crouching down and slowly rising up, their faces streaked with rivers if sweat through the grime.

"STEP!!"

Dozens of feet step forward at once.

"DOWN!!"

Grunts and groans as each boy crouches until they crouch upon their heels.

"UP YOU MANGY PUPS!!"

Grunts and wheeze as each boy pushes back up against the inexorable force of gravity. Some stumble but fear of Barbas's inarticulate fury pushes them back to their feet.

Catching sight of you, Barbas claps once, and each pup looks to him attentively.
"Good. Drop yer wee rocks and go get a drink an' a rest. Now!"

Almost as one, the Pups drop their stones and dash off to the small tunnels and alcove carved into the side of the Pits. Barbas grins at you, his gruesome smile revealing his numerous broken teeth through the wild thicket of his beard.
"'ello there Magnus he big ugly bugger! Heard ye whalloped some o'those Moonie cunts without me there?! Boy! Don't ye know ive not had a proper fight in years! Y'couldve taken with me ye at least!"

You gesture to the half empty skin of ale hanging from Barbas's belt and the flush to his cheeks and nose
"I don't think we could pack the... Supplies youd need Barbas."

You both try to keep a straight face for a moment before bursting into laughter, Barbas striding up to clap your shoulders and pull you along.
"Ahhh good point boy. Can't get good ale on the road anyhow. Now. What can ol'Barbas do for ye me lad?"

>Ask about boys you'd given Barbas

>Ask about the Liquor Barbas asked for

>Ask Barbas a question

>Ask about Learning a new skill

>Other

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>Lonesome troll doots

>>2478431
>Ask about boys you'd given Barbas

>>2478431
>>Ask about boys you'd given Barbas
You're back!

>>2478352
>>2478365
>>2478431
DON'T SCARE ME LIKE THAT YOU MOTHER FUCKER

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>>2478502
Am sorry. Pls to forgive

"How are the boys ive given you? They behaving well?"
You ask, leaning against the rough hewn wall of the Pit.

Barbas grunts affirmative, taking a hefty pull from his skin of ale.
"Oh aye. Pups are doing fine. The Karsus lad, the elder one? He's turnin' into a strong one. He's quick and clever, t'other boys respect 'im now that he's quit ragin' at 'em all the bloody time. The li'l one? He's like me youngest grandbaby. Wants to fight everybody and don't much care who it is. Good natured an' sharp as a thorn. Ive got 'im wit' the other young'ns. Cleanin up after fights and sharpenin' weapons an whatnot."

You nod in approval and wave away the skin of foul smelling ale as its offered to you.
"Good. Glad to hear that they're doing well. Id hate to deliver poor product to you after all."

Barbas smirks, wiping ale from his chin
"Don't matter much what kind of boy you bring me. Either they learn or they die."

>Ask Barbas a question

>Ask Barbas about the Crag Wolves military

>Ask about learning a new skill

>Ask about the Beer Run.

>Other

>>2478431
>>Ask about boys you'd given Barbas

>>2478567
>Ask Barbas about the Crag Wolves military

>>2478567
>>Ask about the Beer Run.

Any other votes? Backed up like a cheesemongers ass here

>>2478567

>Ask about the Beer Run.

Also qm do we still own the boys mum? She just slaving away doing what ever??
I kinda want to get her teach numbers and letters im sure a high class woamn like her could do that

>>2478567
>Ask about the Beer Run

>>2478685
She is peasant but am sure we can find her some job

>>2478685
You do still own her. She's basically just doing busy work unless you decide to sell her or do something with her (assign a job or whatever)

>Beer run it is. Writing

>>2478693
Well i would like to go talk with her about what skill she has, im sure having a job would be better theb what ever shes doing right now

"So.. You said something about me getting some liquor for the manhood celebration for the older pups?"
You ask, gesturing towards the bruised, scarred and lean youths that maintain the Pits, initiate warriors and the next group of fighters for the Crag Wolves.

Barbas nods energetically, waving towards the intently working young men.
"Aye aye. These lads, they're some'o the best ive trained in a long while an' I was wanting to give them somethin' better than the usual swill we've got"

You scratch your chin and lean against the wall, looking up at the sky.
"Well the best place to find some higher quality booze would be down in the valley. Damn near every village has an inn or a brewer or something."

Barbas nods, shrugging his massive shoulders
"There's lots'o opportunity to snatch the stuff when ya raid a village. Im no' asking ye to make a special trip fer it but keep it on ye mind boyo"

>Fine Liqour can be found easily in Moon Lord villages or merchant caravans.

>Ask about the Crag Wolf military

>Ask about the Moon Lords

>Ask about Rival tribes

>Learn a new skill

>Beg your leave

>Other

>>2478733
>Other
Let him know about the clan war thats about to happen and if he wants to join in on thr butt fucking we will be doing to both sides?
Like when it happens

>>2478733
>Ask about Rival Tribes
We've picked a fight, let's tell him about it and get his thoughts

>>2478733
>>Ask about Rival tribes

>Rival tribes+inform of impending shitstorm. Writing

You look sidelong at Barbas and cross your arms across your chest, clearing your throat.
"Things might be getting a little exciting here soon Barbas."

The aging Warmaster looks at you curiously, raising a bushy eyebrow and grunting quizzically.
"An' what do ye mean by that lad. Somethin' comin up?"

You grin broadly and chuckle, nodding slowly
"Aye you could say that..."

You quickly lay out the situation with the Wyrm Killers and the Cave Stalkers. The impending tribal war could severely weaken both tribes and open them up to easy conquest.

Barbas rubs his beard for a moment, digesting your information and the implications before he smiles and nods once.
"Well done lad. Well done. Gettin' the rock lickers and those mopey cunts to slaughter each other. Stroke'o genius. Now.. Without Throth's say so we can't march to war but no ones likely to say much if ye were to raid the buggers a bit and stoke the fires."

>Ask About a tribe in particular

>Ask about the Moon Lords

>Ask about the Crag Wolves

>Ask a different question

>Leave

>>2478795
>Moon Lords

>>2478795
>>Ask about the Moon Lords

>>2478795
>Leave

>Moon Lords it is
>Writing

>Sorry for the delay. Had to make dinner and chill with the Gf for a bit.

"Seeing as ill probably be going against the Moon Lords and their soldiers soon, is there anything you can tell me about their forces?"
You ask Barbas, the veteran warrior having decades of experience against every foe imaginable.

Barbas chews his lip, his beard twitching as he thinks.
"Well the levies an' militias you've already had experience with I suppose. Not much more than some chain or leather if they're lucky, board shields an' farmin' tools or rusted spears. Th'Legion? Those buggers can put up fookina fight. Tight grouping, decent armor, each man of 'em trained an' ready t'go."

You nod, remaining attentive to Barbas as the Warmaster continues.

"If y'meet em on the open field yer gonna have to deal with their horses. Light AN' Heavy horse. Their lancers'll try t'hit ye from the side with spear an' bow. Their knights'll drive straight into yer center and try t'split ya right down th'middle. If yer either attackin' a spot they've been burrowed down into fer a while you'll have t'deal wit' their siege machines. Ballista, catapults, trebuchets throwin' rocks the size'o horses."

>Ask about a Rival tribe (which one)

>Ask about the Crag Wolves

>Ask a different question

>Leave

>>2479367
>Crag Wolves
We've learned about the enemy, now let's learn about ourselves

>>2479367
>Teach me a move

>>2479403
this we gotta learn that whirlwind of death aoe attack to take on multiple foes

>Learn a new skill

You gesture towards the now empty training yard and raise an eyebrow at Barbas. The aging Warmaster scowls for a second before nodding, limping alongside you as you walk to the center
"S'pose ye want me to teach ya somethin'. Alright lad I'm always ready to teach. Ye ready to learn?"

>Shield skills-

>Parry-knock aside your opponents blow and open them up for a powerful counter.

>Shield Bash- Active skill-When defending with a shield, your highest success will knock your opponent off guard, giving you an extra swing on your next attack if they fail to beat your roll.

>Giants Guard-Turtle up behind your shield, gain additional defense die but lose attack die the next turn

>Toe smash-Special Attack. Bring the rim of your shield down on your opponents foot, crippling them and decreasing theirattack die by 1.

>Dual Wielding Skills-

>Whirlwind-Special attack- a sweeping blow around you attacks all enemies around you. Leaves you open to attack however.

>Disarm-Special attack- Trap your enemies weapon and knock it from their hand if they fail to beat your roll.

>Weapon Throw-Special Attack- Throw one of your weapons for a high damage single attack.

>Great Weapon skills-

>Sweeping Blow-Attack all foes around you once with a -20 to hit but 2d100 damage.

>Shield Breaker-a single powerful attack that can shatter your opponents shield, reducing their armor and defense die

>Wolves Fury-Active skill- The Lower your HP drops, gain additional Attack die.

>Other (write in a custom move)

>>2479670
>Shield breaker

>>2479693

>>2479670
oh fuck, either

>Shield Breaker
>Shield Bash
>Toe Smash
or

>Wolf's Fury

>>2479719
I want all of them except the Dual-Wield ones because Dual-Wield is overrated, sword'n'board is the hero's way

>>2479736
We're not a Hero, we're a barely human blender

>>2479914
>not a Hero
yet

>>2479670
>Sweeping Blow-Attack all foes around you once with a -20 to hit but 2d100 damage

You guys keep voting on taking multiple foes on previous thread i think we should pick whirlwind or sweeping blow if you guys want to fight bunch of foes.at once

>>2480253
>Shield Bash or Toe Smash
We haven’t had too much trouble with multiple foes yet to be honest. We do always seem to go after the biggest, strongest or most threatening enemy, so being better at dueling tough enemies seems like a good idea.

>>2479670
>Shield Bash- Active skill-When defending with a shield, your highest success will knock your opponent off guard, giving you an extra swing on your next attack if they fail to beat your roll.

Very happy you're back!

>>2479670
>Whirlwind-Special attack

>>2479670
Either whirlwind or sweeping blow, we need to be able to cleave through groups even faster.

>>2479670
>Whirlwind-Special attack- a sweeping blow around you attacks all enemies around you. Leaves you open to attack however.

>>2479670

> Toe Smash

Fits our ruthless mercenary single-combat style like a glove.

>>2479670
>>Wolves Fury-Active skill- The Lower your HP drops, gain additional Attack die.

>>2479670
>>Wolves Fury-Active skill- The Lower your HP drops, gain additional Attack die.

>Shield Breaker wins

>Learned Skill- Shield Breaker- Great Weapon Skill. A single attack that can sunder your opponents shield, reducing their defense and armor

Barbas spends the next hour or so going over one of a brutal series of blows designed to shatter an enemies shield and smash a hole into their defense. With your strength and favor of large, heavy weapons, this attack perfectly suits you.

You wipe sweat from your brow and kick away the shattered remains of a practice dummy, one entire shoulder and arm of the humanoid frame reduced to matchsticks. Barbas nods gruffly, a small smile on his face as he brushes splinters of the thin practice shield from his chest.
"Aye... That's how ye do it lad. Ye hit a shield right, it don't matter much what its made of. It'll bust and most likely bust the buggers arm as well."

You grin to yourself, imagining suffering a mans shield into fragments and rendering his limbs to jelly. Too many people think shields make them invulnerable, they need to be educated from time to time.

>Ask Barbas about the Crag Wolves

>Ask about a Rival Tribe

>Ask Barbas a different question

>Beg your leave

>>2480916
Well fuck my ass. All responses after

>>2479947
Refused to load until after I posted. Sorry guys. Ignore my post. Ill rewrite it.

>>2480916
>Beg your leave
Let's get to fightin war, its been too long and i wanna try out the storm blade

>>2480916
Disregard this.

>Learned-Special Dual Weapon attack-Whirlwind blow-engage each enemy in melee range with 1 strike each.

>>2480916
>>Beg your leave

>>2480916
>Beg your leave

>>2480950
>be super happy shield break won, whirlwind instead
REEEEE

Let’s spend some time with our baby griffin

>>2481126
Shit happens my dude

>>2480916
Beg your leave
Shit happens no need to rewrite

>>2478352
Oh, fuck yes. I'm just poking my head over from /tg/ for the first time, didn't realize this quest was still going. Can somebody post the archive so I can get caught up?

>Sorry about that. Had to go put some wayward animals back up.
>Dueling_Banjos.mp3

So do you guys want to stick with my initial error decision of
>Shield Breaker
Or go with the seeming correct choice of
>Whirlwind Blow

Final call before we head out and get other stuff done

>>2481356

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Arch+Magnus

>>2481381
Just go with Whirlwind but don't bother with rewrite, let's move forward

>>2481381
>>Whirlwind Blow

>>2481381
>Whirlwind Blow

S P I N 2 W I N B O Y S

>Whirlwind Blow finally settled on.
>Beg thy leave.

You bid Barbas farewell, thanking the Warmaster for his time and the new techniques he has taught you. You feel confident going into the thick of the next engagement.

As you leave, you hear Barbas bellowing at his trainees, the boys quickly rushing to attend their training. You smirk and chuckle to yourself, the boys grueling training being more intense than that of many professional soldiers.

>Go speak with Throth

>Go speak with one of your friends (who)

>Go get some food.

>Go see Hemmik

>Go See your griffin pup

>Timeskip a few weeks to next event

>Other

>>2481618
>>Go See your griffin pup

>>2481618
>>Go See your griffin pup

>>2481618
>Hemmik
GET THAT SHIELD REDECORATED

>>2481618
>>Go get some food.

>>2481671
spurting.

>Griffin Pup
Or
>Hemmiks workshop

>>2482183
>>Griffin Pup

>>2482183
>Griffin pup

>>2482183
Griffin pup

>>2482183
fug. pup it is.

>>2482183
>Griffin Pup

>>2482183
fine, THEN can we get the freakin' shield fixed??

Ok guys no more side quests we got to go rideing, the boys will be getting restless and a bit broke so lets go ride a moon town for the booze and cookie ingredients

Rolled 12, 4 = 16 (2d20)

>>2482732
Ya sure

Honestly. I want to leave the shield as is. It's great art. We're not going despoil any loot we're going to find. Destroy paintings, tarnish gold, or redo the shield.

>>2483149
the level of ree we get from the shield when moon pansies see it is pretty good.

>>2483184
also @warlordQM, it would be beneficial if we had some sort of "log" just a google doc or whatever is easy for you. But a list of names and who they are, nothing too grand, but for me I dont know who Troth or Hemmik are, but I want to get more into the quest.

maybe below those names, just little things they want us to do, or things of note. just throwing it out there.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X1tyybVuSBU

>>2483184
Yeah like that's perfect.

>>2483195
Noted. Ill get to work on that.

>Animal handling

Deciding to spend a bit of time with your quickly growing Griffin pup, you turn your feet to the makeshift eyrie the pups are confined to.

The massive shelf of stone overlooks a sheer drop, a constant brisk wind blowing through the gap in the stone as you approach. Children scatter from tossing the pups food scraps and bones, the beasts having grown quite accustomed to human interaction over the last few weeks. You smile to yourself as you see Arvel and Falhim sitting with their pups, scratching the beasts necks or brushing their plumage with their fingers. The pups chirp and coo softly as they contentedly lean against their masters.

"Hey there big guy"
You call out to your chosen pup, the large and scarred beast chirping curiously as it rouses from a nap, fixing you with bright, crimson eyes.
"How we doing today? Getting cooped up yet?"

The griffin squawks, scratching furrows into the soft stone with long, black talons and shaking its head, its nearly fully developed wings beating against the air for a moment before it pushes upward, snorting and trotting over to you, pressing its beak against your hand and chirping.
"Ahh id be bored too my friend, sitting here all day with nothing to rip or hunt. Soon though... Very soon"
You scratch the beasts head as it presses against your hand and chuckle as it nips at your arm, searching for food.

>Spend time with your Pup (increase bond)

>try to train your pup (increase pups combat skills)

>Other

>>2483297
Forgot to add

>Feed Pup (increase Trust)

>>2483297
>>try to train your pup (increase pups combat skills)

>>2483297
>>Spend time with your Pup (increase bond)

>>2483297
>>2483301
Maybe a little bit of feeding and then some combat training?

>Train with food
>roll me 2d100 for success. Best of 3. Write ins on how to train it will affect the outcome

Rolled 92, 12 = 104 (2d100)

>>2483434

Rolled 13, 100 = 113 (2d100)

>>2483434
We should probably start small, teaching it basic commands like following us or staying where we it to stay. Reward it when it listens.

>>2483464
Where we tell it to stay*

Rolled 11, 14 = 25 (2d100)

>>2483434
>>2483464
This

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>>2483464
Ayy that's a Nat 100! Do you want to use it or bank it for later use?

Y/N

>>2483531
N

>>2483531
N.

That’s actually my first roll for this Quest. I’ve lurked since the beginning and voted a few times but never rolled before.

>>2483531
>N

>>2483531
Use it
As this would me we wont hae to hang out and train him as much

>>2483540
>>2483544
>>2483550
Y dont you want to use the 100??

>>2483608
cause there will be a 1 in a place you DO NOT want it. Or we can use a 100 for lewt.

>>2483531
Wait, if we don't use it will we use the 14 or will we just succeed?

>>2483639
We should easily and handily succeed, it just won’t be a critical beef supreme success.

>>2483531
>Y
Use the fucking Crit!

>>2483531
N

>>2483531
>N

>>2483639
If you don't use the crit you will use the next highest roll of the first 3.

>>2483762
Fuck that then.

>Y

This or a 14.

>1 Crit Banked!
>92 Training goes well. Griffin becomes more deadly
>14. Feeding goes poorly. Griffin does not gain trust

You pat the griffin pups neck and stand, making your way over to a bucket of meat and quickly sending some youths over to the pit to snag a few training dummies.

The pup watches you carefully as the boys return, bearing four straw and wood dummies. You use a dagger and slit the coarse cloth of their "torso", stuffing a hunk of meat within. You repeat the process with their "heads" and "limbs" before propping the dummies up against a wall.

You grab one by a padded arm and leg, heaving it over to your griffin pup.
"Get it! Tear it up! Get it!"
You yell, clapping and pointing at the dummy.

Your pup eyes the straw man curiously before sniffing the air, eventing meat and blood, cautiously ripping at the dummy before gaining confidence and shredding the poor target to pieces in its search for more hidden treats.
"There ya go! Get him! Tear him up! Get him!"
You praise the pup, grinning to yourself as the dummy is reduced to shattered wood and torn cloth. Straw floats down as the pup eagerly savages the dummy, whipping its head back and forth to shred the remains into nothingness.

"Now that's a good fuckin' start!"
Calls Arvel, tossing his pup chunks of meat to snap from the air.

You smirk and grab another dummy, your pup immediately eying the unfortunate mannequin.
"Ready boy? Ready?"
You grunt and toss the mannequin over near the pup
"Get him! Rip him up!"

>time passes

You cross your arms proudly as your griffin pup expertly tears open the chest of the dummy with his beak, ripping out the chunk of offal you had stuffed in there. With near surgical precision, the arms, legs and head are ripped free and searched for more treats. The stone is littered with straw, splintered wood and ragged strips of cloth and you couldnt be prouder.

The pup actually seems to be using the remains of the dummies to create a nest and he chirps proudly to himself as a Dummies ragged head is made a focal point of the nest.
"That'll do boy. Good job! Good bird!"

>Griffin Combat skills increased
>Griffin trust does not increase.

>Go speak with a friend

>Go speak with Throth

>Go see Hemmik

>Go see your women

>Go see Duergir

>Timeskip to next event (raid/hunt/adventure)

>>2483798
>Hemmik
shieeeeeld

>>2483860
Bruh, shield is like the perfect tool for scaring moonies. Leave it alone.

>>2483873
Maybe you're right. I keep seeing QM's note on it in the gear description and I suppose I've been brainwashed.

Changing >>2483860 to
> Women
I think we've seen everybody else we meant to see? We talked to Throth & Duergir right when we came back, as I recall...

>>2483798
>>Go see Hemmik
more armor.

>>2483798
>>Go see Hemmik

>>2483798
>Go see your women

>>2483628
Good going people you fail to make the bird trust you

>Hemmik
Or
>Womenz

Need a tiebreaker

>>2484111
>Hemmik

>>2484111
>Hemmik
war i'd like to suggest that you could put a cap on the number of random interactions we do at a time, say pick 3 at once, like
>Hemmik
>barbas
>women
and then just move on, that way we don't get bogged down in these votes

>Go see Hemmik

Leaving your busily building Griffin behind, you make your way to Hemmik's workshop. You've got a bit of loot and your pockets are starting to smolder

The smoke and ash from the forged tickles your lungs as you step inside, the rhythmic tapping of a hammer ringing out as you approach the main workshop. You lean against the wall as you enter, Hemmik sitting at a bench with his broad back turned to you, busily adjusting the hinged joint of his leg brace. He mutters to himself as he fasten the metal back together with small bolts and grunts in satisfaction as he works the contraption in his hands.

"Keeping busy?"
You call out as he turns, the small hammer looking like a toy in his hands as he grunts in amusement, his thick beard singed in places.

"Ah if I don't look busy I imagine some cunt will come an' gimme somethin' else to do won't they? I mean, I just finished an' yer ugly ass shows up."
He laughs, wiping sweat and soot from his brow as he fasten the brace to his knee, securing it with leather straps.

You laugh and shake your head at the belligerant smith before speaking
"I figured id come by and make sure you were actually getting some work done instead of tinkering around"

He stands shakily and tests the weight on his leg, nodding to himself before looking at you sidelong and snorting
"I get to tinker when I damn well want to. Now... Ye big ugly fucker, what can I do for ya? Been churning out good work with those new tools ye brought me"

>Ask Hemmik a question

>Take a look at his weapons

>Take a look at his armor.

>Take a look at his shields

>Ask for a custom job

>Other

>>2484237
Ask him yo make us a bakening oven

>>2484237
didn't we just buy gear before our spelunking trip? anyway
>Ask for custom job
How much to rework the shield? I'd like it to be blank, and every time we get a rune or ritual, we put it on there, so Giant and Blood-Drinker

>>2484237
Every week our woman will make him a package of cookies.

>>2484267
Naw mate keep it as it is.
Both to piss off thr moon lords and as a trophy to us

>

>>2484474
Fuckin hell I hit post early.

>Custom job ideas

>Ask for a small oven to be made

>Ask for components for a small Still

>Ask for jewelry be made

>Ask for shield redecoration

>Write in

>>2484482
>>Ask for a small oven to be made

>>2484482
>>Ask for a small oven to be made

>>2484604
Cookies boiiii

>>2484607
she makes them soo good theycan count as money

>Ask for a small oven to be made (-5L)
>12L remaining

"One of my women has a real talent with 'baking' as she calls it. I think she would be very pleased if I got her something to aid in that"
You think that all three of your women would appreciate the chance to do something constructive.

Hemmik scratches his chin and nods, laying out a strip of leather and picking up a charcoal stick
"Aye I can do that... Potbellied bottom with a grate.. Second shelf for the treats to go on as they cook... Handles, hafta coat those so she don't burn her hands...Lil' chimney off th'back fer the smoke to leave... There! That look good to ye?"

You look over the quick sketch of the small oven and nod, it looks portable and relatively light, easy for one or a pair of the girls to carry outside. You smile and clap Hemmik on a rocklike shoulder and nod
"Aye Hemmik that will do fine. This ought to bring smile to their faces"

The crippled smith dusts his palms and looks at you quizzically, gesturing around his shop
"Anythin' else?"

>Ask for weapons

>Ask for shields

>Ask for armor

>Another custom job

>A question

>Beg your leave

>>2484672
check armor

>>2484672
Armor

>>2484672
anyhting he wants?

>Armor

"I could use a bit more armor now that you mention it"
You turn to the racks and piles of various pieces of armor.

Hemmik grunts, waving you on
"Go ahead an' look. If it don't fit, ill make it fit"

>Solid Pauldron. Covering your right shoulder and bicep in a plate shield that extends to your elbow. +10 armor. Deals increased damage in ramming attacks. 15L

>Commander Helm- a pair of curling iron horns make you a rallying point to your men. Gives 1 extra order per engagement. +5 armor. 15L

>Clawed Gauntlet. An upgraded version of your heavy gauntlets, provides an additional damage die to IFC. +10 armor. 20L

>Spiked Iron boots- increase your kicking damage and protect your feet and calves. +10Armor. 15L

>Terrible Helm- the Horns and spikes jutting from this full faced helm terrify lesser men. Improved Headbutt damage but -10 accuracy to blows. +10 armor. 30L

>Iron scale chestpiece-overlapping scales of armor afford a decent degree of protection. +20 armor. 45L

>Bladed Gauntlets- these viciously spiked gauntlets allow you unparalleled parrying power. +2 damage die to IFC. +15 armor. 40L

>Plate Chestpiece- a series of overlapping plates covering your chest, sides and back in unparalled protection. +40 armor. 100L

>Write in a desired piece and ill stat it

>>2484802
guse wedont have money for any of them lol

>>2484809
now we REALLY need to go raiding, need them dollabillz

>>2484802
>Nothing
Can't afford it, let's timeskip and raid shit

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>>2484802
>Another custom job
"I have 12L, give me the best codpeice you make. Let it strike despair into the hearts of men, and desire into the loins of women!"

>>2484802
>>Another custom job
>"I have 12L, give me the best codpeice you make. Let it strike despair into the hearts of men, and desire into the loins of women!"

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>>2484892
but not one yet the likes this world has yet seen!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=almo0eoiC1c

Fuck it lets go to raid maybe we shouldnt spent loot point on pansy oven.

>>2484802
>Got no cash
Let's go raiding some other tribe

>>2484935
Lets take advantage of our tribe war

>>2484802
We should just raid. it's been a lot wait.

>>2484888
Yeah let’s do this, our women would go crazy and get themselves killed trying to avenge our cock if we got ourselves cockchopped or castrated during a fight.

>>2484935
>>2485385
This, we need to start hitting other tribes and give the moonie cunts time to forget about our last set of raids.

>>2485706
I was thinking hit a moon thing for booz and cookie stuff then go tribal

>BrokeAsf.jpg
>Beg your leave

You look over the value and craftsmanship and know that you cannot afford any of the pieces. Yet. You turn to Hemmik and shake your head
"Ahh these are a bit rich for my blood Hemmik. Ill come back and take another look after I get back next"

Hemmik nods, waving you on
"Aye Magnus, much as I like ye I can't give ye stuff fer free. Ill see ya when yer back"

Leaving the Forge is a refreshing experience and you shiver as the cool air sweeps across the sticky sweat caused by the sweltering conditions within.

>Go speak with Throth

>Go speak with a friend

>Go see your women

>Go see Duergir

>Timeskip a few weeks

>>2485767
>Timeskip a few weeks
plan for raids/keep an eye out on the clan feud we instigated, let's be ready to swoop in and clean up

>>2485773
+1

>>2485773

Agreed, we need to get to raiding, pronto.

raid and plunderrrr

>>2485767
>>Go see your women

>Timeskip

The days melt into one another as you spend them resting and recuperating. The long days of summer begin shortening and you know that the chill of fall and the deathly cold of winter quickly approach.

You spend the time... (Pick 2)

>Training with your men

>Spending time with Throth and the other warleaders

>Relaxing with your women

>Relaxing with your friends

>Training your griffin

>Learning the ways of the spirits from Duergir

>Other

>>2485932
>Spending time with Throth and the other warleaders
>Training your griffin

>>2485932
>Relaxing with your women
>Training with your men

>>2485932
Shiiiiit, hard decision.

Have to go with these two.

>Training your men
And
>Training your griffin

Throth and other war leaders will see us focusing on training our men and respect that, you don’t get to be a war leader without first leading men to war, and the sooner the griffin can be brought to bear on our enemies the better. Really want to train with Duergir though.

>>2485932
Men, Griffin

>>2485932
>>Spending time with Throth and the other warleaders
>>2485932
>>Training your griffin

>Training men
>Training Griffin

>Roll me 2d100. Bo3

Rolled 80, 61 = 141 (2d100)

>>2485976

Rolled 91, 55 = 146 (2d100)

>>2485976

Rolled 42, 50 = 92 (2d100)

>>2485976

Rolled 20, 62 = 82 (2d100)

>>2485976

>Trainer of men:91. +5 to command rolls and orders
>Griffin training:61. Griffin trust and skill increased.

The weeks pass by quickly as you throw yourself into work, eager to get back to raiding and fighting. You, Urhost and Wren drill your men till they drop, training them to fight as a unit, to rely on each other but to fight as viciously as possible. Spear and axe and blade are used to vicious effect to rend practice dummies to shreds and splinters. Men shout and curse as they spar with padded weapons, blurs of motion ending in sprays of sweat, spittle and blood.

You don't just keep your attentions on the men under your command either. You spend hours training your griffin pup, the quickly growing beast rapidly learning to maul on command, shredding practice dummies with brutal blows and snapping shields (planks nailed together) and spears (long branches) into kindling. The beast stands nearly level with your chest and shows no sign of being close to stopping growing. The long, dark flight feathers on its wings have the glossy strength of a mature griffin and you're sure the beast could fly far and fast on his own but the beast is far from being able to carry you into battle.

You stand against the stout wooden railing, the early morning light slowly creeping across the sky, a shaggy bearskin draped across your shoulders. Your women sleep soundly in the cave behind you, a small fire in Mylea's new Oven warming the interior cozily, the nights activities rendering them exhausted. You know it won't be long before they are full with children and you smile to yourself as you look across the valley of the Moon. You will take it. You will make it bow to your will and make it safe for them.

You will take the world for them.

>Gather your men, go raiding

>Gather your men, go to war on a smaller tribe

>Gather your friends, go hunting/adventuring

>Go speak with Throth

>Other

>>2486022
>Go speak with Throth.
Report on our progress with training the men and griffins and ask for suggestions as to what would be most productive to do right now.

>>2486022
this >>2486023
ask for news on the two tribes which are in conflict, see if there are anyw clear winners or losers

>>2486022
>>Gather your men, go raiding

>>2486022
>>Gather your men, go raiding
Heat from the moonies must have gone down. It's time to make a strike.

>Speak with Throth
Or
>Go ahead and go

Tiebreaker pls

>>2486078
Changing to this >>2486024

>>2486078
>Speak with Throth
Never a bad idea to show deference to the chief.

>>2486084
We've spoken to him every time. we're going from honoring him to needing his support on everything.

>Speak with Throth wins
>Writing

>>2486094
I mean, he is the Chief. I don't see a downside to making it clear that he has our loyalty, especially as we become more and more dangerous, unless we're planning to overthrow him - which I'm certainly not in favor of.

You quickly dress in clean and well made furs and leathers, pulling your boots on you stand, fastening your dagger to your belt. You brush each of your women's cheeks with a thumb before stepping out into the Crag, quickly making your way up to Throth's home.

The air grows cooler as you ascend the switchbacking path leading upwards towards the split peak of the Crag. The homes of other, more senior warleaders are found at this level and you take care to walk soflty, not wishing to disturb the men. Finally reaching the summit, you find yourself at the entrance to Throth's lair, the den of the Old Wolf. You can hear muffled conversation and smell cooking meat and tea so you know you aren't waking the venerable warrior and his wife so you clear your throat and rap on the thick hide hanging over the entrance.

"Who is it?"
Comes Throth's gravelly tones, spit around a mouthfull of food. Sheema scolds him softly before pulling aside the flap and looking upwards at you
"Oh hello there Magnus! Didn't expect company this early! I was about to take this old crouch down on a walk and see how everyone is. Duergir told us that the summer is officially over and we need to inspect the stores and..."
Sheema chatters along as Throth chuckles, his plump wife leading you by the arm, pushing you onto a comfortable seat and pushing a wooden bowl of stew, a thick slice of bread and a steaming mug of tea into your hands before you can even respond. You raise an eyebrow at Throth and the elder Chieftan smirks, shrugging his oxlike shoulders before swallowing and setting aside his bowl, taking a gulp of the tea to clear his throat.
"Should've figured you'd be by sooner or later. Got the itch again? You aren't the only one it seems. Dagmar came by yesterday and spoke with me along with Ryk and Meeir. Hes taking his warparty, a hundred an' twenty men, and striking against the Moon Lords. Scouts are telling us they've been pulling back and a small town is near undefended. But I imagine you've got something different planned don't ya my boy?"

>What say to Throth?

....I think we should go with this guy, this smell like a trap.

>>2486145
>Frown and say
"I was thinking about raiding one of the other tribes, but Mooncunts pulling back and leaving their territory unguarded smells tricksy to me."

Or something. Dagmar would probably be insulted if we offered to go with because that would imply he couldn't handle himself, but at the same time, like >>2486182 said ...

>>2486145
Normaly i would love to beat heads argest a differnt tribal but this pulling back might just be a trap i would like to go where the other raiding party is but behind or earler so we can help if they get fucked over
Il be happy not to take as much loot so not to make fun of the other warleader

>>2486145
>Frown and say
"I was thinking about raiding one of the other tribes, but Mooncunts pulling back and leaving their territory unguarded smells tricksy to me

>>2486208
I would rather not lose 120 warrior if possible, Dagmar will just have to suck it.

>>2486208
>>2486217
>>2486224
It sounds like a trap. But it may also mean something is happening, and we need to learn why and how. We need to send our absolute best scouts.

>>2486208
>>2486224
Going with this.

You frown, mopping up some of thick, dark stew with the bread and taking a bite, chewing thoughtfully. Washing it down with a mouthful of piping hot Frostmint tea you clear your throat
"I was thinking about raiding one of the other tribes, claiming us some more territory and bringing us glory and respect Chieftan... but those Moon cunts pulling back and leaving their territory, a town no less, unguarded smells tricksy to me. Do you think Dagmar is going into a trap?"

Throth chews his lip for a moment before nodding, setting his bowl aside.
"Aye Magnus, I suspected the same. If you think Dagmar and his men need some support, you can go along with him. You'll take a smaller cut of the loot but you'll gain my respect for aiding him."

Sheema putters about, patting Throth on his shoulder and sitting by his side. She looks at him and purses her lips before speaking
"That Dagmar is a... Foul man. He does his duty but ive never liked him much. Takes a bit too much pleasure in the... Perks of command. Ugh..."
She scowls in distaste before smiling brightly at you
"Not like you though Magnus, never hear a bad word from anyone about you"

Throth shushes her and shrugs, rolling his thick neck
"What Dagmar does in his own time is his business, whether or not I approve exactly the man is effective. A good fighter and commander. Id rather he spent less time looking at my position though"

>Offer to Join Dagmars raid. He could use the extra men

>Decline to join Dagmar. You will seek your own glory.

>Offer to 'remove' Dagmar and take his place

>Other

>>2486467

>Offer to Join Dagmars raid. He could use the extra men

I can already tell I am not going to like this guy, I honestly hope he doesn’t expect to command us

*sigh* still can’t afford to lose 120 warriors

>>2486467
>Offer to Join Dagmars raid. He could use the extra men
As much as il like to take over his power we dont have time for that na the manpower with the war about to happen

>>2486467
>Offer to join
I like the potential here.

>>2486467
>Offer to Join Dagmars raid. He could use the extra men

If he falls in combat, we will honor him by leading his men to victory. Also our griffin pup might want to help Dagmar take flight, one piece at time.

"I could reinforce Dagmar on his raid if you want. If it is a trap, we may be able to help him fight free of the enemy. If it is not, the raid will go that much easier."
You sit forward, leaning your elbows on your knees. You aren't eager to serve under someone as foul natured as Dagmar but his men don't deserve to be butchered.

Throth regards you carefully, squinting and working his cheek with his teeth before nodding with a small smile.
"Aye, that's fine with me lad. Maybe you can help keep the man alive. Even if it isnt a trap, you'll be back in no time. He should be getting ready to march here in a bit so you can go speak with him, tell him I want you to watch his back"

You nod, taking another gulp of the refreshing tea and stand, brushing the crumbs of bread into the fire and handing Sheema your cleaned bowl.
"Id better gather my men then shouldn't I?"

Throth nods, watching you leave with a small smile on his face as you step from his quarters
"Be careful boy."

>Send a runner to get your lieutenants

>gather your men yourself

>Other

>>2486748
>>gather your men yourself

>>2486748
>>gather your men yourself

>>2486748

>gather your men yourself

We can't really take the moral high ground here, we're an ex-mercenary habitual rapist and corpse-looter with a penchant for cheap-shots and brutal murder.

>Gather your men yourself

You quickly make your way through the Crag, rousing your lieutenants. Urhost pulls himself grouchily from his bed, kissing his toddlers goodbye and accepting a good natured scolding from his Amazon of a wife as he dresses, kissing her farewell and hefting his axe over his shoulder
"Time to go earn my keep I suppose"
He chuckles at you, punching your shoulder as he falls in step behind you.

"Time to go steal it you mean"
You laugh, making your way to the valley-facing Cliffside where Wren makes his home.

"Wren!"
You call out, standing beneath a hanging mess of hides, wooden platforms and rope that make up Wren's lair. Like a oversized hammock, it hangs from multiple anchor points, swaying slightly in the wind. A flap falls open and Wren pokes his head out, his burned and scarred features uninsured by his mask. He yawns and scratches his shining pink neck and squinted at you
"'s early"

You nod.
"Yes. Yes it is"

Wren licks his lips, looking at you and Urhost curiously
"Going raiding?"

You and Urhost share a look before laughing
"Aye. You coming or should we leave you to your beauty sleep?"

Wren looks back into his home where a feminine giggle issues and he nods
"Give me twenty more minutes"

You blink in shock and Urhost laughs like a landslide as you both quickly make your way back towards the meeting place. Rounding up Balon, Lionel and Arvel takes no time and you send out runners to get the rest of your men to the center square.

You make your way back to your home quickly to grab your equipment, being careful not to wake your women

>Gear select (select 4 to take on your raid)

>Magnus's hammer

>DarkSteel Battle Spear

>Throwing axes

>Fighting Dagger

>Blessed greatshield

>Dagger of Thorns

>Storm Blade

>Haralds Saber

>Eolhim's legion Sword

>>2486908
>>Magnus's hammer
>>DarkSteel Battle Spear
>>Throwing axes
>>Fighting Dagger

>>2486908
>Storm Blade
>Blessed greatshield
>Dagger of Thorns
>Throwing axes

>>2486935
>>2486917
Tf is wrong with y’all

>>2486908
>Storm blade
>great shield
>dark spear
>Magnus hammer

These are our signature weapons

>>2486904
Storm
shield
spear
axes

>>2487011
I don't care for the shield. You wanna talk signature weapons, then let's do hammer and spear only.

>>2487011
Supporting

>>2487018
>>2487033
guys the lighting sword bypasses armor and if we fighting moon lords they going to ave lots of armor

As much as I like having a ton of weapons, we really should consider trading some of them off for loot or favors. Do we really need the fighting dagger, haralds saber or eolhims legion sword? The dagger of thorns could make a nice concealed weapon or last resort, the battle spear and fuckhammer are our signature weapons, and the storm blade is so ridiculously strong that we should never leave home without it. The shield is great for defense and triggering moonfags, and the throwing axes give us a ranged option. But we have literally never used haralds saber, eolhims sword or the fighting dagger, and they are not better than what we normally use. Let’s trade or sell them off for something else that we would actually use.

>>2486935
Supporting this. Actually any option that includes the storm blade and the shield.

>>2487011
Supporting

our hammer is old and unupgraded
our spear is upgraded with moon steel
our sword is enchanted with ancient lightning magic
having a shield is always good
having a ranged option with throwing axes is good

>>2487284
Magnus hammer we should always bring and try to use if only to help it grow to become legendary

>>2486908
>Magnus's Hammer
>Darksteel Battle Spear
>Blessed greatshield
>Storm Blade

Also, if Urhost ever bites it, we should totally invite his widow to our household. Magnus + 'Amazon of a wife' = strongest kids in the tribe.

>>2487011
Supporting this.

>>2486908
>Stormblade
>Greatshield
>Throwing axes
>Thorn dagger

I know, I'm a huge fag for the shield too.

>>2487140
I keep pushing to give Throth our trophies from Harald & Eolheim, but at this point it's been so dang long since we scored them we're probably better off gifting them to our lieutenants after a good raid.

>>2487578
I was hoping to give Eolhim's sword to his son when he grew into a warrior, to show that he's earned the right to carry his father's legacy.

How many men do we command again? I remember we had 50 intially and then Urhost brought us a bunch of reinforcements, right?

>>2487586
Not a bad idea, that. Still, we have spare weapons to get rid of; with four items per raid we could have our entire inventory shatter apropos of nothing and still have an extra left over after resupplying.

>>2487578
I vote for Axeanon's gear choice.

>>2487586
Great idea anon, I'm all in favor of that. We still have Harald's saber too, though. Maybe if one of our boys distinguishes himself in this raid we can award it to him.

>>2487578
This sounds good
Shield and electric sword for normal combat
Axes for ranged, and a little stabby stab if disarmed

>>2487578
Axe Anon our cold spear does a lot of extra damage, remove that dagger for it.

>Gear locked in
>Storm blade
>Blessed greatshield
>Throwing axes
>DarkSteel Battle Spear

You strap the sheath to your Battle Spear to your back, the weapon cooling the air around it, almost eager for battle. Your bundle of throwing axes goes onto your belt, the heavy hatchet sharp as razors and balanced near perfectly. The ancient storm blade goes across your hip, the tip nearly touching the ground, your stature letting you wear the greatsword like a lesser man would a normal longsword. The weapon tingles the skin of your palm as you grip the pommel, your shield resting across your back, a thick leather strap stretched tight across your chest.

You wake your women gently, bidding them farewell. Ysolde and Mylea clutch your neck, showering your cheeks and lips in kisses while Keera timidly presses herself against your side. Ysolde grips your chin and looks into your eyes
"Don't die and leave us alone here"
She growls, smiling softly as you nod cockily

"As if those weak men could kill me"
You laugh, freeing yourself from their clutches and making your way out of the cave, waving back at them before ducking out into the light.

You can see Dagmar's warparty forming up with yours standing a short distance away. Urgost and Wren lean against a large stone and watch the larger host carefully, disapproval on Urhost's face.

You look over Dagmars men and aren't impressed. His force is mostly raiders, armed lightly and armored in leathers and hides. Some carry shields of wood and stretched hides while others carry paired knives, shortswords or hatchet. A force designed to hit and run, striking fast but shattering at the first hard blow they receive. Only a single group of thirty Skirmishers join the host, the men mostly armed with javelins and slings. They are dirty, coarse men and are a sheer contrast to your more disciplined and heavily armoured men. Even the thirty raiders you yourself command are stoic and more evenly equipped, ready for a multitude of situations. With the thirty warriors and thirty Skirmishers commanded by Urhost and Wren, you know your force, while less numerous, could win the day against Dagmar's host any day of the week.

>Speak with one of your lieutenants

>Speak with Dagmar.

>Other

>>2487904
>>Speak with Dagmar

>>2487904
>>Speak with Dagmar.

>>2487950
>>2487960
Let’s do our best to be fair with Dagmar, we may end up liking him and gaining a powerful ally.

>>2487904
>Speak with Dagmar

>>2487968
Also this anon has the right idea; play nice until he gives us sufficient reason to stop playing nice.

>>2487904

>Speak with Dagmar.

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>Speak with Dagmar

You nod to your lieutenants and they step to flank you as you wade through the crowd of raiders, looking for Dagmar. The smaller men move out of your way as you shoulder them aside, looking across a gap in the crowds where a lean, dark haired man stands conversing with his subordinates. He is a head shorter than you with blue and green paint smeared across his face in angular, twisting designs. Darkened steel and leathers protect his chest, forearms and shins while a cruelly serrated shortsword just from his belt. He turns and eyes you curiously, a thick pink scar stretching from the corner of his mouth to his ear.
"Well. You know how to make an entrance dont you?"
His voice is low and soft, the smile on his face never reaching his eyes as he steps forward, looking you over and framing his neck to look past you at your gathered men.
"What are you and your little band of toy soldiers doing? This is my raid"
He crosses his arms, his lieutenants stepping up to flank him, one a painted raider, his face obscured behind a leather mask and the other a smirking, red haired man with a crossbow the size of a large child.

>what say

>>2488051
Throth wanted me to watch your back. This is your raid, and he spoke highly of your skill as a commander but my forces are there to support yours, they are not yours.

Keep the tone causal but lay down the ground rules, you know?

>>2488051
>what say
"Heard you had a village in mind for raiding. Thought I might tag along, learn from the best, and find a few skulls to crack."

Suck up to his experience and don't let on that we think he's blundering. "Me big plenty headcracka, me want plenty plunda." We're cunning, and the best cunning hides itself.

>>2488051
Just wanted to spand some time with my other warleader and to see how undefinded this town is, since a little birdy told me the lords had been makeing a fuss and putting gurds all over the place.
Dont worry you can have most of thr loot 70% yours 30% for us

>>2488058
>>2488095
Supporting a combo.

>>2488095
>>2488058
Combining these
>>2488064
And this

You gesture towards your men and nod at Dagmar
"Throth wanted me to watch your back. He thinks the moonies pulling back might be a trap. It would be a shame for one of our better warleaders and so many men to get cut off and slaughtered."
You begin amiably, seeing Dagmar scowl but nod in agreement to your logic.
"Throth speaks highly of your skills, figured I may be able to pick up some new skills and get a bit more experience."

Dagmar chews his lip, looking over you critically before nodding
"Fair enough. You and your boys can come along. You'll take a smaller cut though. This is MY raid, IM in command and you will remember that"
Dagmar steps forward, looking you squarely in the eyes, thumbs tucked through his belt.

You nod, youd expected that and you can take a cut to your takings
"Aye. I figured that and im fine with taking less"
Dagmar smirks to his lieutenants but you forge on before he can gloat.
"But remember this, I am helping you on my own decision. They are MY men. I command them. Not you."

Dagmar scowls, his men sharing a look as he seems to want to berate you, maybe even fight you over the challenge to his authority but he seems to think better of it, smirking at you and nodding

"Good. I hope they can do their jobs because I wont be wasting time worrying about them. Fall in behind us."
without another word to you he turns on his heel, lifting his shortsword high and bellowing to his nen
"We march to Crescent Hall! Those Moonie fucks are gonna remember this day!"

>What do on the march?

>Talk to one of your lieutenants

>Walk in silence (Timeskip)

>>2488132
>Talk to lieutenants
Let Urhost & Wren know what we're planning: we think it's a trap and we're here to clean up Dagmar's mess if it gets ugly. Wren especially will be good to have plotting with us.

>>2488132

> Walk in silence

We've got nothing to say. Dagmar doesn't seem that bad, just a little hotheaded and arrogant but that's nothing out of the ordinary for a barbarian warlord.

>>2488132
>>Talk to one of your lieutenants

>>2488132
if its not too late, can we bring the griffon pup? Its a bit weedy, but about time the fucker earns its keep, and feeding it moonie flesh is free. The little bastard eats all day.

>>2488169
THIS THIS THIS +100

>>2488137
Supporting

>Talk to lieutenants (Timeskip)

>>2488143
>Talk to one of your lieutenants

>>2488132

>Talk to one of your lieutenants

>>2488137
Supporting

>>2488137
I’ll support this, we’re going to need them ahead of the game if this is a trap, especially considering the state of Dagmar’s forces.

You sigh in exasperation as Dagmar and his two cronies lead their host of raiders ahead. You look to Urhost, Arvel and Wren and nod, setting off after the warparty.

Your lieutenants flank you and you turn your head, speaking to them
"Throth is sending us to keep these cunts from getting butchered. Dagmar is arrogant enough to lead them straight into it and get them all killed. Lets not let that happen"

Urhost grunts, spitting onto the trail as he walks alongside you.
"This group hes got....They'd get carved apart by any cunt with armor or a horse. Anything happens and they'll be less than useless"

Wren gestures toward the red haired sniper and clicks his teeth
"That one? Meier? He's a damn good shot but hes no woodsman. Hes better at hiding himself and taking one shot than he is leading men."

Arvel scowls at the painted, masked, half naked raider walking closely behind Dagmar.
"That'n? Ryk? Bloody madman. Bit his own tongue off in a fight. Wears that mask cause hes even uglier than you Magnus. 'Es a damn good fighter, fearless and tough as nails but hes got the wits of a rabid dog. Dagmar nearly needs to keep him on a leash"

>Ask about the town of Crescent hall

>Ask about Dagmar and his record

>Ask about Moon Lord activity

>Other

>>2488554
>Ask about the town of Crescent hall

Oh good they will play as bait for when the moon lords come a knocking we should be able to flank them

>>2488554
>Ask about the town of Crescent hall

>Ask about Dagmar and his record

>Ask about Moon Lord activity

Because why not?

>>2488576
Supporting.
Info dump here we come.

>>2488554
I wonder why Dagmar is so highly regarded by Throth if he and his group are so garbage.

>>2488660
They get shit done some how.
His the only guy that can control them
They beening shit in for ages

>>2488554
>Ask about Dagmar & his record
Then
>Ask about Moon Lord activity
Then
>Ask about the town

We need to know who this guy is, what our enemy is up to, and where we're going. In that order, imo. Might put some pieces together if we can correlate moonfag movements with some kind of strategic info about the town. We might also want to send Wren ahead.

>>2488690
Yeah I wonder about that somehow

>>2488827
There really imforments for the moon pussys

>>2488944
excuse me, the proper word is 'moonfag' or 'mooncunt.' Get your pronouns right. /qst/ is an inclusive board.

>>2488944
The Moon Lords don't exactly need informants on a small tribe of primitive barbarians.

>>2488660
>>2488827
I’d say, Dagmar leads a very specialized war-party. He doesn’t fight like Magnus, well because he’s not Magnus. But just because he doesn’t lead a group like ours or fight like we do, doesn’t mean he’s a slouch. Throth doesn’t seem the type to just hand out praise. I expect Dagmar will know how to utilize his motley crew to its potential, I’d also expect that he’s going to see us as expendable meatshields because we don’t fight the way he does, just like how we regard his group as cannon fodder.

>>2489151
smart as fuck anon. rule number 1 in life or games: They aren't as dumb as we think they are, and we aren't as smart as we think we are.

>Sorry I was whisked away for a familial dinner
>Massive Dump incoming (hehe)

>Ask about the town of Crescent hall

You gesture ahead, towards the valley, the miles of trail ahead of you before the first camp of the night leaving plenty of time to discuss.
"Crescent hall. Does anyone know anything useful about it?"
You ask your lieutenants, hoping for but not expecting some tactical nuggets from them.

Wren rubs his chin beneath his mask and hums to himself as he thinks. Finally he shrugs and nods to himself
"Honestly? Not a lot. I know the town but ive never snuck into it. About three to four days of marching if we hustle. Sits on a hill against a sheer cliff that goes up a few hundred feet. Low wall, maybe twelve, fifteen feet and a gatehouse. The wall looks solidly built, stone and logs and earth mostly. Actual stone towers though, Probably have to deal with those quick on a full assault or well have archers raining down on us."

Urhost and Arvel grumble to each other and after conversing with Wren they offer up their own thoughts. Urhost ticks off on his fingers as he makes his point.
"Now.. Since apparently the moonies are pulling back a bit we can make two guesses. Either its a fookin' trap or the Highlanders and WildFolk are makin' a push."

You consider his words for a moment, chewing the inside of your cheek. An incursion by those barbarians from the north could be just the distraction you needed.

Urhost plows on, scratching his bald head as he does
"Even with the lancers and legion boys pulled back, we'll still have two, maybe two hundred an' fifty men to go against. Maybe more if the damn townies join in. If we get bogged down, might be going against four to five hundred fuckers with pitchforks an' hammers."

You curse, this seems awfully ambitious for a force numbering only two hundred and ten men. But with speed, ferocity and sheer ballsiness, it could be done.

Arvel chuckles to himself as he butts in
"Wren said there's a drop off above the Town? If'n we felt frisky enough we might be able ta climb down it, hit em from both ends at once!"

You smirk to yourself as you consider a stealth assault into the rear of the town by scaling a sheer cliff.

Yeahhh. THATS gonna happen.

>1/3

>pt2/3
>Ask about Dagmar and his record

You file away the information on Crescent Hall for later when youve got the time to focus on a strategy. You incline your head towards the laughing and cursing raiders, their cocky leader swaggering along at the head of his party.
"And Dagmar? Ive not had many dealings with him and I don't know much about the man. Seems like a cocky little prick though. How did he get such a reputation?"

Arvel coughs, spitting onto the trail and scowling.
"Ive no idea where 'e got such'a high idea o'himself. All 'es done is hit a few villages, raided the Cliff Men and Wave Hunters a few times. 'es a upjumped lil cunt if ya ask me"

Urhost cuffs Arvel across the head and scowls
"Right as he is, Arvel don't know what 'es talkin' about. Dagmar has led a good few raids. Mainly on Moonie villages and the Cliff men but he really got Throth's attention when he hit a Troll Slayer warparty in the night. Killed near eighty of their men and secured our territory against them for more than three years now. He's a cunt but hes a cunt that knows raiding. Hitting from surprise, in the dark, from behind and then skipping away with all their shit before they even know what happened. This? This raid hes planning? He don't have the men for it. A town is too big, too hard to secure with men who can't stand their ground against trained men. We'd be better off hitting villages"
He shakes his head in dissappintment before continuing
"Even if this goes perfect, odds are most'o his men'll bite it. They simply aren't ready for this"

You look pointedly to your men marching behind you in a loose formation, each man intense and focused, a stark contrast to the near-savage appearance of Dagmars raiders.
"But WE are"
You grin viciously, knowing you'll be directly in the thick of the fight.

Wren speaks up, clenching his fist, working the leather of his glove
"He's... Cruel. More than he needs to be. Man's near as bad a Black Hand. Least those fucks don't get off on it. They just do it to honor their gods. Ive heard things that make even me sick about that little shit"
Wren growls darkly, narrowing his eyes as he watches your (for now) raid leader.

You take note that his other hand is firmly gripping the hilt of a long bladed dagger and make a mental note to keep Wren away from Dagmar when hes sleeping. Or eating. Or pissing. Or... Generally existing.

>Cont

>Ask about Moon Lord activity

Deciding that a conversation change would be a good way to avoid Dagmar gaining another hole to breathe through, you put forth your next question
"Anybody heard anything about the Moonies? Ive been keeping my head on other things and haven't really been listening closely"

Wren jerks his head up and seems to snap out of his murderous thoughts for a moment. He points toward the north and gestures expressively
"Ive gotten birds back from a few of our far ranging scouts. They say the moonies are moving a huge chunk of the legion up north towards Valls Gate. Odds are they're reinforcing the garrisons they keep at their forts there. That could mean that the Highlander, Khartarans, WildFolk or hell.... A tribe of ogres might have wandered up. They don't move nearly twenty thousand men for nothing though. There's still their reserves, lancers and town guards left around but the main bulk of their forces is up north"

Urhost laughs, slapping Wren on the back and nearly making the slender scout stumble
"Wren's little birdies tell him so damn much its a wonder he talks to us at all! But the mopey prick has a point. If those sheep fuckers and horned asswipes are giving the Moonies trouble, thats damn near an open invitation. It is nearing harvest season after all and thats a damn good time for those buggers to swoop in and try to steal... Well a shit load of food. Which is usually in short supply up in the wastes. Unless you like roots for every meal."

Arvel butts in yet again, his red bearded face twisted in a evil grin
"Or maybeee... Hear me the fook out Urhost. Maybe its'a trap. Maybe the Moonie let us find out that they were pull in back and there's a buncha those lancers ready to fook our asses? I like me ass unfooked thank ya."

>Ask more questions (what)

>Timeskip to first camp

>Other

>>2489256
>Other
SUMMON THE GRIFFONS.

>>2489087
Kekked hard

>>2489256
>Timeskip to first camp

>>2489407
if no griffons, camp it is.

>>2489256
>Griffons and Timeskip

>>2489256

>Timeskip to first camp

Also lests not bring our bidry into this aince we think it might be a trap