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These last few weeks have been quite derry for the Fortress of Man. Everyday the rain would batter the walls of the mountain, causing a modest amount of flooding in the nearby fields of crops. While they were not destructive enough to harm people, the simple matter of fact was the people knew what was happening.

Theoric, first of his name, looked down from his Father’s throne with a sigh. He felt himself relax in it, not really knowing what to think of this all.

His brother, Anthanric was holding his own back in the Western Kingdom. It was agreed between the two of them that they would divide the realm as such, with the first born gaining the title of High King. As for the rest of his siblings, they granted numerous fortresses and cities to them, splitting the total sixty six children into thirty two for each of them.

Yup, Thirty Two Siblings all looking towards Theoric for guidance. By the Gods, he sometimes wished his father did not have so many wives.

It was then that the throne room heard resounding thumps. The Throne room was already silent in morning, thus they did not need to be strong to make a statement. Rising from his hands, Theoric looked up to see a modestly aged dwarf look back at him.

“Hev?” The young man said almost quizzically as he looked towards the man, “You’ve come back.”

“Aye, I have.” The Dwarf said sobered. Normally dwarves always had a smell of alcohol on them, so much so that to Theoric the advisor reeked as sweat and grass. Simply out, this dwarf had stopped drinking for at least a few weeks.

“What news do you bring? What is the status of my father?” Theoric asked, hesitant to the reply.

“Five weeks ago he fought the dragon, a battle so damning that I was blown away through their might.” The Dwarf answered as he tightened his grip, “After slicing the beast’s throat, Alaric was taken by the beast and flown into the mountains.”

“And I take it there was no body?”

“Nay, I searched for the Dragon’s nest for weeks but to no luck did I have.” Hev answered as he looked up towards the new High King, “However the High King bathed in Dragon’s blood, so not even the beast itself will dare to eat his corpse. However the Dragon had the upper hand, so I expect he is still dead.”

>Order the Dwarf to return to his Keep, never to return
>Off with his head, to lead the King to his death.
>Come, Hev, we have much more work to do.

>>4883952
>Comr, Hev, let us mourn I for a father and you for a friend let us remember the heroic deeds my father has done for us

Basically lets have our first holiday to remember Alaric and celebrate his coming and mourn his passing.

>>4883952
>Come, Hev, we have much more work to do.

>>4883952
>Come, Hev, we have much more work to do.

>>4883989
Support, also, we can't let uncle Hev to be alone in the lost of his friend and our father.

Also, if we could invite the Dwarfs over here, that would be neat

>>4883989
+1

>>4883989
>>Comr, Hev, let us mourn I for a father and you for a friend let us remember the heroic deeds my father has done for us

>>4883952
>>Come, Hev, we have much more work to do.

>>4883989
Support

>>4883952
>>Come, Hev, we have much more work to do.

>>4883952
>Come, Hev, we have much more work to do.

Start mandating and passing polices regarding laws and taxation, making fair courts and basic enforcer arm. Have constructions of Fortress made across the realm to secure humanities future.

Allow him to live, cheer on the life of the fallen
>>4883989
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>>4884327


Reminder, you need to greentext for any vote. This counts even if you are supporting someone.
>+1 or Support, like this
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>>4884048

There was a lul in the room, with Hev looking as if he was expecting himself to be upon the chopping block. However much to everyone’s surprise, or maybe they should have expected it, the High King waved his hand in a dismissal.

“Do not worry about that, I was there when my Father decided to go forth and face the Dragon himself.” Hev declared as he beckoned Hev forward, “Come, friend, we have much to plan for. We should first celebrate my father’s achievements in light of his passing.”

“A funeral then?”

“What else can we do?” Theoric pointed out as he thought about it a little bit more, “Even with an empty casket, many will come to mourn his death. And by doing so, they will move onwards from there.”

“A Respect he will surely enjoy.” The Dwarf sounded in agreement, “Though what style of funeral do you wish for your Father?”

The Second King’s brow rose at that, “What do you mean by that? Would we not place him on the funeral furnace?”

“Ah, I was correct, it seems that you’ve been hanging out with us Dwarfs too much.” Hev joked as he tried his best to be less dour, “I believe it is traditional for man to bury their dead wherever the chance comes.”

“Now that you say that, that does make sense.” Theoric admitted as he thought to himself a little bit more, “I remember my Mother talking about the Valley of Heroes, a place where great men all are buried. However, that was in our homeland past the Mountain Gap. It would take an expedition to get there while carrying no corpse.”

“Indeed, though taking your Father’ Caskett to that place might be your first great deed in the eyes of the people.” Hev pointed out as he shook his head, “We Dwarfs would understand why you would bury the King, however I feel it would be good to stick with the burning. It will set a good precedent, and you never know what a Dark Lord can do with Corpses of Fallen Heroes.”

>A Dwarfish style burning *Liked by Theoric’s siblings and Dwarfs.*
>Create a new Heroic Burial Sight *Liked by the General Public*
>Take the Caskett to the Valley of Heroes *A Grand Deed.*

>>4884490
>>A Dwarfish style burning *Liked by Theoric’s siblings and Dwarfs.*

>>4884490
Honestly the Dwarves were better to him than men were.

> Funeral furnace

>>4884490
>Take the Caskett to the Valley of Heroes *A Grand Deed.*

I want to blaze a path that can be made to the mountains. We have claims on acient human domains, we should seek to put presedent and claims on it. The first true humanhigh king is buried there.

I just realized we won't really have a name for our kingdom.

>>4884490
>Take the Caskett to the Valley of Heroes *A Grand Deed.*
It's centralised place where all the dead can be buried.

>>4884490
>>Take the Caskett to the Valley of Heroes *A Grand Deed.*

>>4884557
We do, it's "The Kingdom of Man" as Alaric called it currently since we are still all united under one banner, I expect once one of our siblings gets a wild hair up their ass that'll change
>>4884490
>Take the Caskett to the Valley of Heroes *A Grand Deed.*

>>4884490
>>Create a new Heroic Burial Sight *Liked by the General Public*
We need to earn the kingdom's love. Everyone griefs Alaric, not only his family

>>4884675
Ehh, that's more of a title description.

I mean something like Albion or Rus or whatever.

>>4884780
Its currently unnecessary. Since there ir no other kingoms of man, there is no need to create a name to differentiate us with others. Thats how the human mind works, you are because there is an other who you are not. Thus, it would not make sense for a tribe who doesn't know about the existence of others to have a name of its own, because they simply are, and since we are the only humans around, the Kingdom of Man is good enough.

>>4884789
I honestly doubt we are the only humans on the entire planet, I figured we were the majority of humans on the continent or landmass we are on.

>>4883989
>+1

>>4884490
>Create a new Heroic Burial Sight *Liked by the General Public*

Dwarfish Style
>>4884497
>>4884548

Heroic Burial
>>4884777
>>4885186

Make a name for yourselves
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>>4884648

“Indeed, such great deeds must never go unnoticed.” Theoric demanded as he looked out of the room, “Thus he should be buried where the rest are, even if there is no corpse.”

Hev looked at the High King with a little bit of longing before nodding, “Indeed if it is sacred among your people, than making the trip will likely set your name within stone. At least for a little while.”

“So we will need to arrange a party to head over there.”

“Aye, since I was the one to take him towards his death I will follow, however after that we need to get a guide. Someone to lead us over there.” Hev pointed out as he hummed to himself.

“My mother and his Sisters won't know, or anyone close to my age.” The High King pointed out as he thought to himself, “Than that means we will need to get one of the old Chieftans to lead the way.”

“I… do not like that.” Hev pointed out as he shook his head, “While the common people love him for getting them new lives, the Old Chiefs were the ones who Alaric never treated well. While some would keep some power, many lost their position since many of your siblings probably took over their keeps.”

“If that is true, then maybe I should just ask someone like my Grandfather.” Theoric pointed out.

“He might be a good man, but honestly your Father’s Harem was so large I could not track the quality of Grandparents. Let it be known you never met the fellow.” Hev pointed out.

“Then do you have any other ideas?”

“We do have some old maps in the Dwarven Keeps, some going East. If we use the tales we might be able to find the way over by ourselves.”

“Troubling…”

“It is, but such is the risk you are willing to take.

>Bonding time with your Grandpa!
>Dwarven Maps, please
>Yeah, lets just settle for making a new valley.

>>4885255
>Bonding time with your Grandpa

>>4885255
>>Bonding time with your Grandpa!

>>4885255
>Bonding time with your Grandpa!
Let's go see how Orion is doing the old bastard, hopefully he can be nicer to his grandson

>>4885255
>>Bonding time with your Grandpa

>>4885255
>Bonding time with your Grandpa!

>>4885255
Is this Grandpa on our mothers side?

>>4885602
Yup, trust him?

>>4885627
Oh shit didn't even think about the fact Materia had parents lmao

>>4885642
He's the one who gave Materia to Alaric.

Grandpa it is!
>>4885284
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>>4885583

“I think my Grandfather shall be the guide.” Theoric elected as he rose from his throne, “Time is brushing us by Hev, we should get going now.”

“Damn humans and your sense of time.” Hev joked before going to Theoric’s side, “And who shall lead the Kingdom in your sted?”

“My Brother shall be a good pick.” Theoric decided as he hefted his blade, “He is competent, and we should not be longer than a few months.”

“A few months? Quite short but it makes sense.” Hev decided as he felt out his legs, “These legs must be the most traveled of Dwarvenkind.”

“Then they will call you Hev the Traveler.” Theoric joked as he made sure the sword Fortage was secure, “Let us be off!”

And with a decision struck, the two of them began their travels. Of course Theoric made sure to send a message to his brother, but right now they were traveling towards the small village that Theoric learned the old man was living from his mother. She did not seem very enthused about it, but still gave the location.

They were located near Dragon Scale Mountains, as if they were making sure their backs were against a wall. Theoric thought nothing much of it and happily made his way towards the small place. Soon he came across the village, with the people’s eyes wide as he approached. A few of them quickly ran off, soon returning with a rather old man with unenthused eyes.

However they started to widen as he looked upon Theoric, “I am Chief Izdajice, may I ask who has come before me?”

With a smile upon his face Theoric made his way forward, “I am Theoric, High King of the Kingdom of Man, as well as your Grandson.”

The man seemed to change with a variety of emotions, his eyes narrowing before widening in disbelief, “M-My Grandson?”

“This is not the best place to talk family matters.” Hev announced as he took a few steps in front of Theoric, “We should go in and have you two share a drink. Ignite that feeling of Kinship!”

“Oh, yes yes! Give me a moment to prepare something worthy of your Highness!” The man said before almost running away from them.

Theoric gave Hev a glance, the Dwarf simply shrugging, “You men are weird sometimes, the cleanliness of the house doesn’t matter as long as the mead is good.”

“I would second that.” Theoric admitted, remembering how he would sometimes hang out with his some dwarven children.

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The two soon made their way forward, soon arriving at what looked like a more permanent Chieftain's hut. Soon the man himself came out, a smile upon his face, “Come on in now, everything is ready.”

“Alright, let us dine on some good spirits!” Theoric announced as they walked into the room.

What they were welcomed to was a nice size dinner, the plates all filled with gamey meats. It was a King sized meal, “Things look like you were prepared for a party!”

“It is not everyday that the High King comes, so I asked some of my people to prepare something for you.” Theoric’s Grandfather admitted with a small chuckle before sitting down and placing a few mugs of spirits in front of the man and Dwarf, “Now, how can I help you?”

>Simply ask if he is willing to join Theoric on the journey
>Appeal to his sense of Family
>Give a monetary incentive
>You know what, something is off…

>>4885802
>>Simply ask if he is willing to join Theoric on the journey

>>4885802
>Simply ask if he is willing to join Theoric on the journey

>>4885802
tempted to go for more than 1 options since they aren't that different or hard.

Like how hard is it to had over a bag of gold, and give a long speech?

>>4885802
>>Simply ask if he is willing to join Theoric on the journey

>>4885802
>Simply ask if he is willing to join Theoric on the journey

Simply ask him
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>>4885957
Easy, one of them you are not trying so hard. Which is the option everyone picked.

After accepting the mug of ale Theoric decided to give the man a pitch, “I wish to travel towards the valley of heroes, placing the caskett of Alaric there.”

The man before him seemed to stop for a moment, giving Theoric an odd glance, “Were they able to find his body?”

“Sadly no, however I have decided that even without a body we should give him a Hero’s Burial.”

The old man seemed to give an uneasy chuckle as he sat down, “So what do you need from me again?”

“I want you to lead us there.”

The man seemed confused for a moment, deciding what exactly he was to do. There seemed to be quite a few changes as he thought the hardest he could, before settling on a nod, “Very well, I know the way just as every chieftain knows.”

“Thank you!” Theoric laughed as he began to eat the food before him, “I hope to spend a good amount of time with you, Grandpa.”

The man himself just shook his head as he got up, “I am not feeling very hungry, so I am going to prepare a place for you to stay.”

“Night is coming,” Theoric admitted as he ate up.

With that time went past, and soon they were done eating. A servant came over and guided them towards a rather nice sized home, with a good amount of furnishings. However the first thing that was to catch Theoric’s eyes was the man standing outside the place.

“Are you Theoric?” The man asked as he got off the building and walked towards them.

“High King Theoric, who might I be speaking to?”

“Kretenu, grandson of Izdajice.” He declared as he looked at Theoric with sharpening eyes, “And I take it you are my Cousin?”

“Of course.”

With the confirmation given, the man walked his way towards Theoric with a small bit of determination in his step, “Know this, High King, no matter what you do you will never be a part of the family.”

>Thats a little rude to say
>Is that a threat to your leige?
>Not like we want to be friends with you.
>Egg him on, see what kinda of stupidity can we get.

>>4886185
>Egg him on, see what kinda of stupidity can we get.
Its so cute, trying to get under our skin.

>>4886185
>Write - in
"Really ? No matter what i do you say ?
"Are you a prophet of sort perhaps ? Did you see it in a pond or in your piss ?"
"And tell me do you want to attack me while i travel with my grandpa, for avoid that i talk with him ? Is that your plan ? Very well thought, i admit you might not be bright but at least you are honest something that i can appreciate."

>>4886185
>Egg him on, see what kinda of stupidity can we get.

>>4886226
>>4886185
+1

>>4886185
>Egg him on, see what kinda of stupidity can we get.

Egg him on
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>>4886345 - Greentext you fool!

“Really, no matter what I do or say to you?” Theoric joked with a smirk on his face, “Does that make you a prophet of some kind? Did you see your god in a pond or your own piss?”

“Y-you bastard!” The man was starting to seeth as he heard Theoric’s joke, “You make fun of the gods that easily!?”

“Don’t think yourself too bright, idiot.” The High King answered as he gave a hearty laugh belonging to only the Dwarfs, “Now you are going to tell me that you are going to attack me on the road, when Grandpa is leading us! Is that your plan? Atleast you are upfront with it.”

With those words the man before Theoric seemed to finally turn around from just a seething rage towards a clerity only given from so much anger, “You will pay for those words, High King.”

“And you cannot neglect the fact I am your Cousin.” Theoric fired back at him.

“Well that was rude, very rude.” Hev mentioned as they walked into the building, “I guess I underestimated how badly these people hated you.”

“But there really is nothing they can do about it, my brothers and sisters hold every fort and city this side of the world.” The High King mentioned with a smirk, “They would be stupid to try anything.”

“Aye they would need to be as stupid as him.” Hev joked while pointing at the door, “Well time for my last rest on a soft bed for a while, after this it's going to be nothing but dirt.”

Time went by fast, and soon they were on the road. The roads of course were dirt, which meant it was kinda cumbersome to be traveling on them. However Theoric did not mind it, as at this moment he was exploring his kingdom more or less.

“If my memory is right, we should head straight for the Mountain Gap.” Izdaijice claimed as they made a few more feet forward, “With that, we should be able to make a straight way towards the Valley.”

“That sounds about right.” Theoric said to himself.

>Sure, faster they get this done faster Theoric can get working on other things.
>Take a slightly longer route, just in case
>This is a Kingdom tour, make sure you string this out as long as possible.

If you see the name Alaric there where its not suppose to, remember I am still getting use to the name change.

>>4886967
>This is a Kingdom tour, make sure you string this out as long as possible.

>>4886967
A new king should see his kingdom

>This is a Kingdom tour, make sure you string this out as long as possible.

Kingdom Tour
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>>4887095

“But I want to make a tour of this!” Theoric announced as they continued their walk, “How about you Hev, that Caskett heavy enough for ya?”

“Ha! I can carry this thing everywhere.” The Dwarf boasted as they made a few feet, “From Dragon Scale Mountains to the Valley of Heroes, it will be quite the Journey for a simple piece of wood.”

“Indeed it will be.” Theoric answered back.

“Oh, is that so? Is there a direction you wish to go my Lord?”

“Well that is the question, isn’t it? I know one of my Sisters is up near the North. She always had a good amount of pies for me to eat.”

“How about her booze?”

“Of course the best part, yes she has that too.” Theoric gave a positive affirmation to the dwarf.

“May I recommend a few fellows a little further west of here then?” Izdajice asked with a small sigh, “If I knew we were gone for this long, maybe it would be good to get some beasts of burden for us.”

“It can be considered.”

“Well I guess if everyone is throwing their hats in the ring, why don’t we visit my kin at Timberfall’s keep.” Hev answered back a little offhandedly, “I know by brother there has quite good mead, and you’re own brother has the surface right?”

“Oh yeah, he does.” Theoric said while scratching his neck.

>Go pick up some beasts of burden
>Visit the Sister for good drink and one hell of a pie
>Dwarfs, Keeps, and politicking with the little brother.

>>4887567
>Dwarfs, Keeps, and politicking with the little brother.

>>4887567
>Dwarfs, Keeps, and politicking with the little brother.

>>4887567
>>Go pick up some beasts of burden

>>4887567
>Go pick up some beasts of burden
We can have Hev do that while we go eat our sisters pie.
>Visit the Sister for good drink and one hell of a pie

>>4887567
>>Visit the Sister for good drink and one hell of a pie

Beast of Burden
>>4887697
>>4887704

Dwarfish Keeps
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>>4887696

Sister
>>4888055

Damn, uh, lets visit the keeps.

“Lets visit the Keep then.” Theoric answered kinda reluctantly, “It might be a good idea to visit him.”

With a destination chosen they made their way South, towards the place known as Timberfall’s keep. The reason for such a name, of course, was that it was quite literally covered in trees. Reason for its building was so that they could protect themselves against the aggression of Elves, or at least that's what the Dwarfs recommended.

Traveling from the semi-open plains to the forest was not hard, and soon they caught sight of a modest sized keep. It was nothing too insane compared to Theoric’s Keep of Man but nothing on this side of the world could eclipse it.

The Guards, upon seeing Theoric, quickly got around to helping them all gather some supplies. However while his fellows were doing that Theoric knew he had to make his way up the keep to its highest point.

He did not bother to knock, since he was infact the High King. There, sitting on his desk with a series of tablets and papers was his brother Ugir.

“Theoric, I did not expect you to come in today!” The young man said as he quickly came and shook his hand, “Lucky for both of us I hold some mead in the back. What brings you by?”

“A drink would be nice.” Theoric answered before taking a seat, “I thought I’d come by and check up on you while I travel towards the Valley of Heroes.”

“The Valley of Heroes?” Ugir said with a raised brow, “That place that old heroes of man were put to rest? Did you find father’s corpse?”

“No, it is simply a symbolic journey and maybe a pilgrimage.”

“I don’t see why you would bother.” Ugir answered back as he took a swig of drink, “You know as well as I do that Father didn’t really care for the old ways. They were the ones who battered and abused him before he took up the sword.”

“Sounds like you got your own stick up your ass.” Theoric answered back as he looked towards his half brother.

“Well you can say I have a little gripe.” He took out a small map of the area, “Now you know I rule over these regions, and thats not only by our agreement but from my mother. Now, my Grandpa kicked the bucket a little bit ago and instead of giving me what was mine they gave it to a cousin.”

“So you claim their title?”

“Of course, right now I don’t have enough people. Doubly so if the Chieftains decide to start causing a little havoc.” Ugir gave Theoric a look, “Brother, even with these men below you and most of us sharing their blood, they do not see us as family. With your permission I want to cull their ranks before something happens.”

>Permission given
>A bribe may be needed
>No, there shall be no wars within the realm of man.

>>4888385
>No, there shall be no wars within the realm of man.
We shall have a talk.

>>4888385
>No, there shall be no wars within the realm of man.

I should remind everyone Alaric was probably a once in a millennium man. Do not think yourselves invincible.

>>4888385
>Permission given

>>4888385
>Permission given
"The Age of Chieftains is over, the Age of Kings has risen. Crush those who stand against you brother and know I will always have your back."

>>4888385
>>Permission given

Permission Given
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>>4889015
>>4889066

There shall be no wars in the realm of man
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>>4888617

Things about went really bad there. For those who have, just think of this as a CK game.

Theoric thought to himself, walking towards an opening to look over the lands, “You ask something so selfish of me, something that could spit in the image of our father?”

“Our Father was a conqueror, was he not?”

“Aye, he was. I feel he would have wanted a united humanity where everyone pushes forward towards prosperity.” Theoric summarised to himself as he looked Ugir in the eyes, “But is that even possible?”

“Nay, I don’t think you could get as many brides as he did.” Ugir answered back with a smirk.

“Yup, who knows if I would be able to get a second.” Theoric shook his head while walking over back to his brother, “The Age of the Chieftains is over, the Age of Kings has risen. Crush those who stand against you brother, knowing I will have your back.”

“I will make sure our Brothers and Sisters know of those words then, they will be happy to get started claiming what is rightfully ours.” He answered back, “But for now, care to have some drink I managed to get from the Elves?”

“You’ve actually talked to them?” Theoric summarized as he accepted the bottle, “Weren’t we told this stuff is shit?”

“Personally I have not, but it seems a few men were industrious enough to go down there and buy some. If I understood the man right, these were old bottles from an Elvish Senator who was on his last legs and looking for food.”

“Exchanging food for alcohol? I’m surprised he did not drink it himself.”

“Guess he's not as smart as you or me.” Ugir said while pouring the mugs full of it, “However it does make me wonder what is happening down there.”

“It does not matter to us now though, cheers brother. Tomorrow you expand your realm, and I stake a claim over our ancient lands.” Theoric brought his glass forward to his friend.

“Aye, lets hope you don’t trip on the way!” Ugir joked as the night quickly went away.

It was a flash for Theoric, as soon it was morning with only a few rags on his body. Taking a moment to look around, it was evident he did not get any bed fellows that night, though the feeling in his head probably meant it was one hell of a time with his brother.

Though as he thought to himself for a moment, he was lacking in a department. After this little journey, he will probably need to find a wife of somekind. Maybe he will search for a brilliant one, or maybe secure his bonds with a Sister of his. Then again, that might be the dumbest thing he could do there.

However now was the time to get moving, on to the rest of the Kingdom.

>A simple camp off the side of the road
>Taking lodging in a local’s home for the night
>A cave is good enough.

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>>4889125

I thought we were just taking out Kretenu and his friendly and rebellious faction not purging all the chieftains.

>A cave is good enough.

I've fought off worse with 3 consecutive civil wars and, and 1 regular war, with a holy war alliance against me, rough at the same time or for the same ruler I was playing.

Only thing it taught me was to pre-emptively murderfuck the hell out of anyone who didn't like me, and execute all blood relatives during the civil wars. I killed a lot of houses and bloodlines. stupid computer just generates new ones to keep the numbers consistent

Like we could have made the chieftains dukes or barons depending on how much the contribute to the new kingdom and how big or powerful their group is. Giving a path for the future for them is far more peaceful for those who accept. For those who do not however.....

How do you know they are not one in the same?
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>>4889191

>>4889125
>>Taking lodging in a local’s home for the night
Lets mingle with the commoners a bit, put a face to their King. Alaric was larger than life, we can afford a change for the new King.

>>4889210
You don't, but you also don't go and murder your kin and be a kinslayer without some evidence of a plot.

>>4889210
Also, this brings up something I forgot to mention, we need to start training spies.

A cave
>>4889182

A local's home
>>4889213

>>4889337
-_-
Two things, Kinslayer only happens when you kill someone of the same Dynasty/Immediate Family, so cousins don't count. Also, you can say... declare a Revolt against your Liege even if they are family.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

1. Cave
2. Home

>>4889346
So we are doing CK2 Rules more closely then... Hmm.....

>>4889350
Yup, because we just had a succession theres was a Faction brewing who just caught you sorta with your pants down.

>>4889352
So we should have bribed gramps to like us more.

Okay we need a spymaster, a carpenter, some balconies, and some gold.

>>4889365
Little late for those, but you can keep them in mind for later.

What was weeks turned into months, and Theoric was happily making his way around the Kingdom. He had met with a series of his Siblings during such a time, each of them grateful to see him and asking for little things here and there. Most actually related to the declaration of war, which made Theoric realize just how vital an issue it was.

It might be the Era of Kings, but every man was still for themselves. While he realized he was losing little pieces of power here and there doing so made his Vassals like him that little bit more.

“So what exactly were you doing with your people, Hev?” Theoric asked as they made their way forward.

“I was visiting, getting some good drink and finding out whats life been like within the new holds.” He answered back while taking a small drink, “Also, visiting them helps the mind ease itself.”

“Good to see ya start drinking again.” Theoric joked.

“Aye, this ale actually has taste now.”

With a small chuckle Theoric called forward towards his Grandpa, “So where you think we should stay?”

“I know of a cave right around the corner.” He said before they came across a small hole in the wall, “There it is.”

Clearing the brush, the two of them got a good view of a cave. Coming a little closer to the place, it was quite a cozy looking place for them to sleep. Though it could do with a little bit less brush.

“Where did you hear about this place?” Theoric asked as they took a seat and started a small fire.

“I led my tribe through here once, it was a nice place for us to rest.” He answered while getting out a small pot and boiling some meats.

“Really? My Mother always said you all stayed about in the middle of it all. You were this far North?”

“Of course we were, your mother was just too young to remember it.” He answered before throwing a small animal into the boiling water.

“I mean, maybe, but wasn’t she sixteen back then?”

“Ha! We humans have been on the run for much longer than that. At one point we humans were masters of our own destiny, each tribe their own.” He said while sniffing the stew, “Though now we are free of the Warboss and the High Chief.”

“Indeed, such were the feats of my father.” Theoric answered back.

“Indeed, he was quite the man.” The Chief said as he took out a small bowl and handed threw a little broth into it, “Do you want to have a taste, my leige?”

Something was not right, that much Theoric realized, since when did his Grandfather cook them a meal at the campfire?

>Sure, take a sip
>Grandpa, who exactly were you visiting while we were seeing our relatives?
>Draw thy sword and prepare, perfect spot for an ambush.

>>4889382
>Draw thy sword and prepare, perfect spot for an ambush.

>>4889382
>Grandpa, who exactly were you visiting while we were seeing our relatives?

>>4889382
>Grandpa, who exactly were you visiting while we were seeing our relatives?

>>4889382
>>Grandpa, who exactly were you visiting while we were seeing our relatives?
grandpa option always wins, that's my player quirk

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>>4884490
>There was a lul in the room

Grandpa, you fucker
>>4889603
>>4889815
>>4889832

Draw they sword
>>4889580

>>4889382
>>Draw thy sword and prepare, perfect spot for an ambush.
Grandpa is a fucking skincrawler, run him through with your sword

“Grandfather, who exactly were you meeting while me and Hev were meeting with family?” Theoric asked as his eyes slowly widened.

“The Council of Chieftains were together when you first came unexpectedly.” Izdajice answered him as he stirred the stew, “They realised that Alaric’s plan was, to make us all minor people in his empire by sicking his entire family upon us. All of them of our blood, we were being crushed by our own spawn’s spawn.”

“Aye, thats how a Vassal works.” Hev called out as he drew a hammer.

“At one point in man’s history we were all free, free to choose what we gave and held for ourselves. Now we are forced to give everything we own, while those who are more Dwarf than Man decide everything for us.” The Grandfather answered as he shook his head, “At least, thats what everyone else thinks.”

“And yourself, Grandpa?” Theoric asked as he placed his hand upon his sword.

“I decided to side with my people.”

It was then that the bushes were all parted to show a series of young men. There was a small cough coming from Izdajice, the man leaving the cave as one of the young men about Theoric’s age walked forward.

It was Kretenu, “So here we are, you at the end of my sword.”

“Aye, seems so.” Theoric answered back with a smirk.

“These are our demands, grant us Freedom from the Rule of your siblings and a Council to which even you shall answer to. Let our voices be heard, and you will leave here alive.”

>Sure, a Council will be a good idea. *Not like you all will last long*
>I’ll be sure to kill you first
>Hev, we are running into the damned cave.

>>4890098
>>I’ll be sure to kill you first

>>4890098
>Tell Hev to look at the cave and if he see how deep it is. If it goes deep enough, we could use Hev Darkvision to make an attack-run tactic to thin their numbers.
Idk, we're not like Alaric, and surely we didn't have any Grudges like he have while growing, so we could loose this fight. The best it either run, give what they want, or just came up with something creative if the write-ins are permited in this option
We cannot see in the dark but uncle hev does.

>>4890241
Also, if we choose to give them the Council, when they start to gathering we could always make a swat-like entry and arrest everyone. After all, these fuckers came threatening our lives to get what they want.

And if my option is voted, we should at least take them out of battle instead of killing them. you know... A little of information could be good, and these idiots should know something, at least the number of their leaders who decided to do all of this.

>>4890243
names* Idk what happened to me that I wrote "numbers"

>>4890098
How many are against us ?

>>4890098
>>Hev, we are running into the damned cave.

>>4890243
>>4890241

Well they do have a point even if they didn't explain it in detail, we took away their power and freedom, why not allow them to leave or move out beyond the bounds and control of the new empire to life as they wish? No blood shed that way.

Also our bro wouldn't be nearby to ambush them would he?

>>4890243
+1

Run into the cave
>>4890241
>>4890396

KILL THEM!
>>4890114

“Hev, can you see how deep the cave is?” Theoric asked as he slowly drew his sword.

“Can’t see the bottom of it.” He answered as he tightened his grip upon his hammer.

“Good enough for me!” Theoric rushed forward, striking at the Chieftan’s Grandson with a precise strike right into the boy’s chest, “No deal you fuckers, see you in the depths!”

“Fucker!” He cried as Theoric turned around and grabbed his Dwarvish Advisor, “GET THEM!”

“Damn you humans want to run fast!” Hev announced as Theoric tried his best to drag him, “TURN RIGHT!”

Quickly Theoric did as he was asked, barely missing what he realized was a wall. He cursed himself, barely able to see except for the fires of their invaders. With a small curse, he decided the last thing he could do was pick up one hell of a weight.

“WHOA!” Hev cried out as he was barely lifted into the air, “You fine there friend?”

“Kinda!” Theoric cried out as he started running forward, “GUIDE!”

“Left, after a few steps right!”

“GOT IT!”

His body screamed as the two went deeper and deeper into the caverns. Quickly did Theoric lose sight, but he had complete trust in his Dwarfish Advisor. The fellow was actually pretty good at leading them, as if it was second nature to him.

Then again, going through tunnels for a Dwarf might be comparable to a forest for man. They can get lost, but damn do they have a knack for it.

“Alright, stop here, we got enough distance.” Hev said while jumping out of Theoric’s arms, “Never thought I’d be carried like that.”

“Pressing times means we need to do better.” Theoric answered back while collapsing, “I can’t fucking see.”

“Here you’ve been reared by us dwarfs and you don’t know your way around the cave?”

Hev was right, but Theoric just needed a moment to collect himself. He might not be able to see, but that did not mean he could not sense where things were.

“Anyways, luckily for us we will see them long before they see us.” Hev announced cheerfully.

>Go around and hunt those fuckers down
>Stay here and rest, just princess carried a fucking Dwarf!!
>Hev, fuck your stubby legs.

>Hev, fuck your stubby legs.

>>4890898
>Go around and hunt those fuckers down

>>4890898
>>Go around and hunt those fuckers down
Focus on the ones with torches first, extinguish them, then retreat further into the cave. Time for a brawl in the dark. We'll lose the advantage if they still have their torches.
Also, >>4890081 fucking called it. After we kill these faggots we're coming back for Gramps.

>>4890898
>>>Go around and hunt those fuckers down

>>4890898
>Stay here and rest, just princess carried a fucking Dwarf!
Ahh Hev, so you are our future wife I see.

>>4890898
>Stay here and rest, just princess carried a fucking Dwarf!!
Gotta be in top shape first

>>4891320
>Gotta be in top shape first
You don't have time to rest, though. They're right on our ass

>>4891300
>Stay here and rest, just princess carried a fucking Dwarf!!
changeing vote

Stay here and rest
>>4891812
>>4891320
>>4891311

Go and start hunting
>>4891135
>>4891036

Fucking stubby legs
>>4890937

“Yeah, well can you wake me up when they actually find us.” Theoric said as he found a small wall and placed his back against it, “You weighed too fucking much.”

“Didn’t ask ya to carry me.” The Dwarf shot back while giving a hearty laugh, “But you got some of your father strength it looks like.”

“Have I? Well I’ll count that as lucky and call it a day.” Theoric said as he allowed his limbs to relax.

With that time went by, Theoric barely being disturbed as he had his moment of rest. It was almost peaceful if you discounted the slight dampness of the area. However it did not matter to Theoric, whose life was raised among the caves and mines of Dwarven kind.

After what seemed like forever Theoric woke up, feeling something off as he thought to himself. He woke up by himself, to no-

Never mind, Hev was snoring off to the side. How he missed that was surprising for sure.

“Hev, wake your ass up!” Theoric said as he moved over and through the darkness gave the Dwarf a slap.

“Ugh, what? Where are- Yeah that's right we were running for our lives.” Hev announced as he did something in the darkness, “Cheers then High King, it seems the traitors have not found us.”

“Did you drink yourself to sleep or something?”

“Maybe? It was getting boring that they never found us.” Hev mentioned before grabbing Theoric by the arm, “They probably gave up by now, come along.”

There was not much argument from the High King, since he was a little curious why they were not found yet. Their travels were not for nothing, and soon they saw the breaking of daylight before them. However that was not the only thing they saw.

“What the fuck happened here?” Theoric asked as they looked at the numerous human corpses at the mouth of the cave, “They look to have been torn up by a bunch of beasts…”

“Divine Retribution?” Hev suggested as they looked over them.

“Destruction this bad being Divine? Damn it, does not matter now.” Theoric cursed himself while looking at the sun, “Chances are their rebellion is in full swing.

“Aye, we should get moving.”

>Run as fast as they can to the Fortress of Man
>Visit some of Theoric’s Siblings and get them to raise some troops.
>Go hunting for the damned traitors by yourselves.

>>4891937
>Go hunting for the damned traitors by yourselves.

>>4891937
>>Visit some of Theoric’s Siblings and get them to raise some troops.

>>4891937
>Visit some of Theoric’s Siblings and get them to raise some troops.

>>4891937
>>>Visit some of Theoric’s Siblings and get them to raise some troops.

test

Finally

Raise the Troops from a Sibling
>>4892039
>>4892193
>>4892380

Traitors be damned
>>4891962

Sorry for the delay on the damn post. Fucking 4chan decided to do something to their Servers.

So they traveled their way through the realm, as fast as they could. Luckily it was not terribly far to the nearest Barony. Such a place was meant to be the bulwark that protected man against the numerous foes that they needed to face, all known to come from the East.

The Mountain Gap Bastion.

“High King!” One of the men shouted as they quickly ran up to Theoric and looked him over for a moment, “Are you injured!? Did you bring any other men with you?”

“Sans a Dwarf, no.” Theoric answered as he brushed the men away, “Where is my Brother?”

“Roderic is currently in the Barracks my Lord.” The man answered while giving Theoric a nod, “If you may follow me we can head right over here.”

“Don’t be forgetting about me ya dumbass.” Hev announced as he finally caught up with them, “You guys are going to make me keep running after you!”

“Advisor Hev!” The Guard called out as he finally realized before giving a nod, “Do not worry, even now there is not much that can happen until Baron Roderic finished supplying us with arms.”

With that the trio made their way through the place, Theoric noting just how many people were gathering about. Everyone was preparing for war it seems.

“Take these arms to the men, with them we should be ready to start marching at any time!” A man declared as two soldiers took what looked to be a large wagon of armaments. Upon Theoric’s approach the man’s eyes widen in suprise, “Brother!”

“Thats what I am, Roderic.” Theoric declared as the two finally met again, “You got a new name these days?”

“Baron, yeah, it is something the Dwarfs called the holder of a Bastion. I thought it rather fit.” He commented with a smirk, “Though that does not mean much right now, it is good to see you safe.”

“I’d say the same if I didn’t expect it.” Theoric joked, “Whats the situation, been out for a day.”

“At least in our area there was an uprising of the Chieftans. Most of them don’t really want to deal with us Barons, Mayors, and Kings it seems.” the man admitted as he shook his head, “From my understanding to the North they are gathering, maybe try and hold out against us. Besides that I cannot say, you should probably be heading over to the Fortress of Man to raise your own men. I’ll even take you there myself.”

>Yes, let us head over there
>No, we are going over there to snipe them as they rise! Best keep them from blobbing
>No, fight them, Theoric only needs a few troops anyways.

>>4892791
>Yes, let us head over there
"We will soon quench our blades in the blood of traitors, I have been foolish to think that I could trust those of the old way even if they are my own blood. Father was right, the old ways must die and it seems we must be the ones to finish what he started."

>>4892791
>Yes, let us head over there

>>4892791
>Yes, let us head over there

Head on over
>>4892910
>>4893062
>>4893250

“Thank you, brother.” Theoric said as he patted the man on the shoulder, “I was made a fool by them, thinking that we could still trust the old ways who held our blood. I was wrong, and now we must rid the world of them.”

“Thank you, for finally understanding Theoric.” Roderic answered back with a smile, “Let us move onwards towards the Fortress of Man.”

And that they did, making their way through the treacherous hills that dotted the Eastern Mountains. Though them they would cross the forests and even feel the dreadful cold of winter occasionally. Theoric cursed himself some, for his people were forced to participate in wars. Fighting meant not tending to the fields.

However their track was unobscured, the forces of the Chieftains seemed to have been making their way North. From Theoric’s guess they were getting their forces together so they could either hold out or strike at the Fortress of Man.

“Finally, we’ve made it!” Hev announced as they looked over towards the lone mountain.

“Indeed we have.” Theoric agreed as they saw the fields of men already assembling, “Who raised the army though?”

“Hehe, I think we should ask her.” Hev joked as he pointed towards a woman running from one camp to another.

“M-mother!?” Theoric could not believe his eyes as he called out, quickly getting the attention of the loan person.

“Theoric!!” She cried out abandoning whatever she was doing and making it towards their large convoy, “I was worried you had been captured!”

“No I was just, uh, met up with my brother.” Theoric pointed to Roderic as the man got off the beast.

“Matria…” The young man said as he looked towards her, “Uh, shit, uh.”

“Got your tongue cought in a twist, Roderic.” She said before coming over and giving the man a hug, “Thank you for bringing my boy to me. I will make sure you get some food as well.”

“Thank you, M-Matria.”

“Now now, we must get moving. It seems that the Chieftains have decided to hold out in the North for Winter to come. I believe they are hoping to starve us out and use the coming winter.” She announced before grabbing Theoric by the hand, “Come now, we must make a speech to your troops!”

“M-Mother!!” Theoric cried out as he was led by the hand to the Keep’s Balcony.”

>An Inspiring speech about heroism!
>Degrade the enemy and make them seem like the most evil thing
>Stumble on words, for Theoric this is his first real speech

>>4893334
>>An Inspiring speech about heroism!

>>4893334
>An Inspiring speech about heroism!
Hands off the balcony and stay away from the edge. Have our brother watch our back.

>>4893334
>>An Inspiring speech about heroism!

>>4893334
>An Inspiring speech about heroism!

>>4893334
>An Inspiring speech about heroism!

Heroism!
>>4893389
>>4893396
>>4893433
>>4893500
>>4893615

“Come on, I know you have it in you.” She halfway demanded as Theoric was halfway up the keep, “You have been both trained for it your entire life, as well as having the blood of myself and Alaric in you.”

“Got it got it!” Theoric cried out as he finally wiggled his way out of her grip, “Mother, I want the balcony check before I walk on it. You know, just in case.”

“I understand that, since you seemed to have been betrayed by my Father.” She admitted while shaking her head, “However I have already rounded up the last of spies that would pose any worry.”

“Wait there were actually spies?” Theoric was flabbergasted as he heard his mother talk.

“Why of course, do you think all of your Father’s wives would be that faithful after his passing?” She asked while patting him on the back, “Enough of that, you need to speak to your men.”

Theoric did not really know what to say, however it was probably better for him not to say anything at all. His Mother was known as the first wife of Alaric for a reason, and he was sure the beast of a woman was not going to settle down just because her lover was dead.

Theoric took a moment, looking at the doors that led outside. With a firmness in his breath, he took one step after another until he was outside above everyone. Before him was a series of men, all looking to have been working until a few moments ago.

Seeing his men, it gave Theoric a reaction he did not think he was going to have.

It was not nervousness. No that would be a detriment to him. No instead he felt what the Dwarven folk described as the Fire of Torn within your chest. A mighty desire to act, knowing that you were going to settle some god damn grudges here today.

With that fire, he took a few steps forward, “Men of the High Kingdom, we have been betrayed by the men of the old ways. They seek to destroy what my late father created and set humanity back into the ways of old. No, I say, we shall not regress.”

Theoric’s words seemed to have traveled among the men, many who were not before stopping their activities if just for a moment.

“You all, who stand before me, are my warriors against the old. Those who shall protect our infantile era! We will defeat them all, in the name of Alaric!”

To those words the men all cheered, and Theoric felt he could have stayed there just a moment longer. However it was time to start hunting people, to bring them all to kneel.

>Head straight north and crush them
>Raid whatever traitorous villages are still around.
>Move forth, creating a barrier to receive the attack from the barbarous men.

>>4893877
>Raid whatever traitorous villages are still around.
gotta secure our domain first

>>4893877
>Raid whatever traitorous villages are still around.

Raid the Places
>>4893986
>>4894025

>>4893877
>>Raid whatever traitorous villages are still around.

So the marching began, making the marching forces making their way North as they did. It was during this time that Theoric, his brother Roderic, and Hev all planned what to do.

A map was made, and directions were arranged. The army’s destination was only having a slight deviation at first, their scouts checking the area for any stragglers that were around.

It was only a few days later that Theoric learned of the nearest group of Tribals.

“Flank out, we don’t want them to escape.” Theoric ordered his men as they finally marched close enough to see the small wooden huts.

“So what exactly is the plan here?” Hev asked as they approached with a few regiments of men.

“First we need to see if they have any resistance to fight us with.” Theoric said as they slowly saw the men before them.

“Looks like they knew we were coming.” Roderic said with a small shaking of the head, “An army as big as ours is pretty noticeable.”

As they finished their approach, their small force of ragtag tribals against Theoric’s armored men. Such disparity was thanks to the ingenious power of the Dwarfs. However at this point there was not even a numbers disadvantage.

These folk were just stragglers of the bigger herd after all.

“Hail, High King Theoric!” Called out a man as he came towards them, “I am the Chief of this tribe, the Loosss, I wish to ask that you please keep us safe. We are not those traitors!”

It was this moment that Hev made a few steps forward, “Then why are you armed before us, with half of your village tied up on the backs of beasts!”

The man was speechless for a moment, “I-I beg of you please forgive us!”

>Kill the men, leave the woman and children, that way they will not join the rebels
>Simply hanging the Chief is room enough, he is the leader of these people and forced them to move like this
>Agree with him, but remind him that Theoric only gives a second chances at his leasure.

>>4894321
>if you wish you prove your loyalty to the king fight with us and in it earn your peoples pardon.

We should watch them very carefully though.

>>4894339
Support

They can be the Vanguard of our assault, at worst they just run ahead and rejoin our foes.

>>4894339
>support

>>4894339
>support

An interesting idea...
>>4894339
>>4894415
>>4894473

“Of course you can be forgiven.” Theoric said as he gave the man a quite devilish smile, “Do you remember back during the times of my Father, back when he gathered an Army the saved humanity from the Orcish Hordes?”

“I-I do.” The man said with a slight bit of hesitation, “I-I was a young man when he came by and gathered all those of able body.”

“Then I give you the same offer my Father gave to yours.” Theoric said while extending his hand, “Join my army, fight the good fight to confirm your loyalty to the new Era. Become a Hero and a successor instead of one who stayed in the past of their fathers.”

“And what if…” The man shook his head against the words he was about to say and instead shook the extended hand, “I… I pledge myself to you my liege.”

“Good, that is good.” Theoric said as the shook on it, “We leave in half an hour, though unlike my father only your men shall march. All the others can stay behind and tend to their lands.”

“I… I understand.” He responded.

So the army once again marched, this time making its way to the numerous men about the land who wanted to stay in the old Tribal ways. Many seemed keen on leaving, however Theoric simply gave them the chance to help swell his forces.

Just like his Father, Theoric was now leading an army of men from all walks of life. However the split was not Tribal against Feudal, those who accepted the new era and those who wallowed in the past. However many did not deny the wisdom that Theoric had, as he did not waste the lives of those men he came across.

Simply put if there was any left behind, Theoirc forced them into his forces. Several penal-esc regiments followed the main force, the idea of betrayal lessening more and more as everyone traveled together.

“Doesn’t it seem odd we have yet to be attacked.” Roderic said as they began the final stretch towards the Northern realms.

Theoric looked towards his brother with a little bit of concern, “Indeed, you are right.”

“We have someone coming in from the east!” Called out a few of the men as everyone knew what was happening.

They were marching in Regimental styles, one block behinding the other. They knew something like this could happen, but it was surprising all the same.

An Ambush

>Go kill the Warlord!
>Try to round up the army to receive the attack
>Try and singal a retreat

>>4894930
>Try to round up the army to receive the attack

>Try to round up the army to receive the attack

>>4894930
>>Try to round up the army to receive the attack

Try and give them a proper fight!
>>4894982
>>4895056
>>4895063

The initial attack was brutal, at least for his unarmored Tribal forces. Many of the traitors peaked out of the forests to throw stones at his men with slings. Some of course had a few bows, but primarily they all had low hitting weapons. Thanks to that, those who were wearing the least armor were hit first because it was much more efficient.

“Form ranks, everyone, form ranks!” Theoric called out to his troops, “They are almost upon us!”

And to that they were, as within a few moments the forests began to rain a tribal after tribal. Armed with little short spears, Theoric watched as his men struggled to make their formation of battle. However he was lucky with the fact that his attackers seemed to consider both his men and the Tribals he rounded up with equal ferocity.

He can only guess that they considered these people traitors, traitors to their old way of life.

Soon the time was up, and the several men were arranged and ready for the battle. However through what precious moments Theoric saw that could have crushed this force of ambushers they began to flee.

“Cowards!” Theoric yelled as he watched the traitors make their way back into the forest, cursing their names as they did. However their fleeing did not mean they were not woundless.

On their Southern flank, it seems his brother Roderic was able to tie up and Execute the dreadful bastards. Other than them, many of those who were caught in the melee with Theoric’s forces were caught in damning melee against his forces.

Simply put, those who were caught were slaughtered through being sheer outnumbered. That was a positive, but as he looked over the fields of dead men he knew there was a problem.

“Blasted fools.” Hev said as he looked over the carnage, “They caught us unaware.”

“It seems they have, and the forest is only going to get thicker the farther north we go.” Theoric summarized as he planned in his mind, “Roderic, I saw that you were able to kill a few.”

“That was only because my men got lucky.” The man admitted as he finally arrived after what seemed to be a brisk jog, “I think they are just going to keep hitting us the farther north we go.”

“Aye, they fear the weapons of the Dwarfs, good and bad of us.” Hev summarized as he shook his head.

“Maybe we should split our forces, that way we can force their pressure to weaken.” Roderic suggested as he looked towards his men.

“Just burn the whole damn place down.” Hev countered with a small swiftness in his voice, “That way they won’t be able to even hide from us.”

>Split forces on the way north
>Burn the forest to the ground.
>Keep going! Theoric will not stop!
>Just hold back now, its obvious they will only fight when they want and will keep going father north.

>>4895398
>Burn the forest to the ground.

I'd say go for the roman style conquest and slowly advance with infrastructure roads and forts.

>>4895398
>>Just hold back now, its obvious they will only fight when they want and will keep going father north.

>>4895398
Before I cast my vote, do we know the way north ? as in key locations along the way ?

>>4895398
Because I wanna do
>Split forces on the way north, stopping to fortify at key locations

You know roughly where they are, however being Tribal they are mobile.
>>4895512

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Well there is no decision, so it will be left over night. Yup, should have delayed something like this.

>>4895398
>>Burn the forest to the ground.

Burn the Forest!
>>4895838
>>4895416

Split da forces
>>4895550

Hold back'
>>4895506

“Then we shall set it all alight.” Theoric ordered as he nodded to himself, “We will make sure there is nothing there for the traitors to hide behind.”

“I can work with that.” Roderic said as he looked around himself, “Though I wonder just how far they will be willing to travel?”

“Hopefully we can drive them into the Northern Sea.” Hev pointed out with a grin, “With their backs against it, we will have no problems killing them.”

And with that army got to work. While the next few days after that were just for set up, within a few more they were lighting everything on fire.

From the south, many looked towards the Northern Horizon at night to see a permanent glow of orangish red. The heat was so great from them that many never even bothered to light their own.

As for the army itself, the men all about Theoric were halfway enjoying the burning. The orders given to burn everything to the ground were received with mixed opinion, but a few zelous individuals took it upon themselves to turn the entire countryside into a burnt heap of ashes.

It seemed that the torches of fire and flame were intimidating to the Tribals, as they did not take a chance to attack Theoric’s army as they steadily marched their way towards the North.

However torching every tree they could see was taking its toll on the army. They moved at a crawl, causing the winter’s winds to brush past them as they marched. If it were not for the numerous fires, many would have been bellyaching about the cold.

It was within the commanding tent that Theoric was, looking over a crudely drawn map of the north as his brother came in, “Brother, I need to talk to you about something.”

“Roderic, I am all ears for what you have to say.” Theoric said back while turning to the fellow, “Want a drink of mead?”

“Of course.” The man cheered while taking a swig, “Brother, as we both know Winter is almost upon us. I wanted to check and see if we were simply going to continue our burning of the fields, or if we should start calling a retreat.”

“How are our foodstuffs?”


“They are full as of now, though that is only thanks to our pillaging of the land and slowness. From the Mountain Gap Bastion, once winter hits we usually just need to stave on our supplies. While I don’t know about up here, we could experience the same thing.”

“And if we sprinted towards the enemy?”

“We might be able to catch them, though the same goes for our fires.”

>Settle down for the winter to prevent unnecessary casualties
>Give a final rush to kill the tribals!
>Fire is good, it will keep them warm.

>>4896347
>Fire is good, it will keep them warm.

>>4896347
>>Settle down for the winter to prevent unnecessary casualties

>>4896347
>Fire is good, it will keep them warm

>>4896347
>>Settle down for the winter to prevent unnecessary casualties

>>4896347
>Fire is good, it will keep them warm.
Burn baby burn!

Fire, fire is good
>>4896709
>>4896682
>>4896418

Settle down
>>4896664
>>4896701

Fire, fire was something that Theoric was starting to enjoy a lot ever since winter started to settle in. They climbed to the highest point in the sky, becoming almost holy in their power to tear into the dreadful forests that held his enemies.

Alright, if he was honest with himself he was enjoying this campaign of burning a little too much now.

While Winter had settled in, it was manageable based on the tactics of Theoric. The men were able to enjoy a nice bit of warmth every night thanks to the blazes they lit during the day, and since they were quite literally consuming every piece of forest they were able to salvage enough food to stave hunger.

“How much farther, Hev?” Theoric asked as they walked past the numerous fires the destroyed the ancient forest.

“If I remember the old maps, we should almost be there.” Hev answered back as they finally left the valley, “It seems we just missed them.”

Indeed they did, as Theoric looked out to see waves of forgotten trash and clutter before them. While they had occasionally seen this before, none was as plentiful as this. It also did not take a genius to figure out that all of the cut trees in the area were used to construct something.

“They took their chances on the water, it seems.” Roderic said as he came about Theoric’s flank, “Those waters are treacherous though, I would not suggest taking any risk with them.”

“And the chances of them coming back?” Theoric asked as he looked out onto the nearly frozen sea.

“Since we have destroyed or eaten whatever food was left on this side of the Kingdom, I can say confidently they won’t be able to come.” Roderic summarized as he shook his head, “It is a pity, we won’t be able to take revenge upon those bastards for their betrayal.”

“Still, we have thrown them off of my realm and affirmed my authority.” Theoric announced as he looked at the waters, “Though I wish I got my hands upon my Grandfather’s neck.”

“You may not be able to get that taken care of in this life, but your Children shall exact that revenge for you.” Hev answered while giving a thumbs up, “That I can guarantee.”

“Then that leaves what to do now?” Roderic said as he shook his head, “The war has ended, we have driven the traitorous from our lands.”

>A Fortress shall be built here, one to face off against the Tribal Scum
>Have a city built, just to spit in their faces
>Best just use resources upon the Kingdom itself, Theoric needs to work on other things.

>>4896823
>A Fortress shall be built here, one to face off against the Tribal Scum
An advanced outpost to prevent another hit and run campaign for our sons and theirs

>>4896823
>Have a city built, just to spit in their faces

>>4896893
The reason I'm not choosing it is greatly because we devasted the are up here so there wouldn't be a lot of resources for a city to grow, so a defensive position would be best.

>>4896823
>>A Fortress shall be built here, one to face off against the Tribal Scum

Fortress
>>4896861
>>4896996

Build da city
>>4896893

“It will probably not be the end of the Traitors though.” Theoric declared as he looked out into the open sea, “I want a fortress built right here, one that will defend my realm from the encroachment of these devilish invaders.”

“I’ll talk to some folk about that.” Hev said as he kneeled and gripped the ground, “This one is going to be hard to build, since there’s no mountain for us Dwarfs to inhabit.”


“Well see what we can do.” Theoric said while patting the fellow on the back, “It can’t be built in a day, but you know as well as I do that we cannot let them come to shore.”

“I’ll see what we can do.” Hev said with a smirk.

“If thats going to be the case brother, I guess I will be off.” Roderic said as he extended his hand, “This was something else, getting a chance to leave the Bastion for a little while.”

“I could not do with without you brother, you have my thanks.”

“You’re welcome, and I wish you good luck on finding yourself a wife.” The man joked with a smirk, “Though that does remind me, what do you want to do about our… more primitive soldiers?”

“A good question, something would need to be figured out now.” Theoric admitted as the army around him started setting up a camp for them, “If we let them go back, is there a chance they could rebel again?”

“Possibly, the only real thing I can think of is if we force them to become civilized.” Roderic admitted with a shrug, “We all can use more people, those who hold them would just need to make sure they don’t revert.”

“Nothing is saying we can’t just let them go with some restrictions.” Hev suggested as he took a swig of mead, “Forcing your people too hard like that is gonna make them hate ya. Could just tax the hell out of them, that way you make more gold if they still resist.”

>Settle the Tribals in Theoric’s lands, in hopes of developing his domain
>Disperse the Tribes among Theoric’s Sibilings
>Turn them into Tributaries, a heavy tax to make them realize their folly.

>>4897023
>Raise the first Chieftains who fought on our side into Baron's and give them land to settle within our domain. Make sure they intermarry with the children of our siblings and become civilized over time. They have reaffirmed their loyalty through blood and should not be punished.

>>4897053
>>4897023
>Support.

I'd also have like to buy a city fortress so we can develop a port and later a navy to start following them.

>>4897053
>support

>>4897053
>support

>>4897053
>this

>>4897053
>support

Make them Nobles
>>4897053
>>4897063
>>4897082
>>4897104
>>4897187
>>4897230

It was going to happen eventually, though here I was trying to make a convoluted reason for the rise of unblooded nobility.

A few years quickly passed as Theoric busied himself with the assembling of his new round of projects.

Work had started on the newest Bastion, which was becoming known as the North Sea Bastion. Such a place was equipped with both a fortress and naval dockyard, giving Theoric’s descendants the chance to fight against the Barbarians who were pushed through the North Sea.

As for the rest of Theoric’s works, he stedied himself with the creation of numerous minor fortresses across the land. While these forts were not meant to hold back any truth to the five invasions, they were able to stand up against rebellion. Thus he gave the men what they were lacking beforehand, a purpose within the Kingdom of Man.

Quickly Theoric’s siblings took claims over many of them, turning the Chieftains into Vassals underneath their staunch power. Some even raised their once tribal men towards the Level of Count, so that they may administer the land with their blessing.

It was when he started hearing that that Theoric started to get an understanding of his actions. No longer was operating his realm simply a family affair, even if they intermarry, but it was instead he had raised an entire class of nobleman who would all want pieces of Theoric’s domain.

As he thought of this, Theoric felt a small hand knocking against his throne, “Mother?”

“Of course, I wanted to come in and check on you. It is quite late, and here you are sitting upon your throne.”

“I just needed some time to think, and being upon this throne makes me feel like I am more tied with my domain.”

“Well that is not the only thing that we need to tie.” Matria said as she tapped his head, “It is about time to get yourself a wife. I already have some girls from the ol’ Chieftains that I want you to look at.”

>Sure, let us go meet them! (Form budgenion alliances.)
>No, Theoric shall marry a sibiling to solidify his earthly domain. (Incest, but for a reason)
>Maybe look among the commoners, there must be some exemplars of body and mind about them (Look for Geniuses and such)

>>4897487
>>Sure, let us go meet them! (Form budgenion alliances.)

>>4897487
>Maybe look among the commoners, there must be some exemplars of body and mind about them (Look for Geniuses and such)
Always marry a genius early.

>>4897487
>Maybe look among the commoners, there must be some exemplars of body and mind about them (Look for Geniuses and such)
I simply don't trust the Chieftains, fucking vultures waiting for our father's death to dare to oppose us.

>>4897487
>Maybe look among the commoners, there must be some exemplars of body and mind about them (Look for Geniuses and such)

>>4897487
>>Sure, let us go meet them! (Form budgenion alliances.)

>>4897487
>Sure, let us go meet them! (Form budgenion alliances.)

>>4897487
>Sure, let us go meet them! (Form budgenion alliances.)

Alliance and Trend Setting
>>4897635
>>4897713
>>4897850
>>4897498

I know who the CK players are
>>4897530
>>4897569
>>4897614

“I… guess that is fine by me.” Theoric admitted as he turned to his mother, “When will I be meeting her?”

“In a weeks time.” She announced triumphantly.

And with that a week did go by, Theoric busy maintaining his realm as he continued to work. Fairly uneventful, Thoeric was more or less anxious to see who exactly his Mother set up for him. His Mother was by far a genius and shrewd woman, so she must have gotten someone at least modestly handsome and strong minded.

Then again, it was his Mother. He would not trust her with his Kingdom if he was forced to do so. No, that honor might be given to a brother or his or maybe even Hev. His Mother would just try to control everything directly.

Soon the day came, the host of this meeting being Theoric himself. That was more or less a no brainer, since they were the ones with a proper dinning table and room to meet in.

“Welcome, Fatan!” Theoric’s mother cheered as their guests finally arrived with a small bit of warriness upon their faces, “I hope the weather on the way over was not too bad.”

“I-It was not.” The man shook his head while giving a slight bow to Theoric, “High King, it is an honor to meet you at long last. You have by far the most exquisite place I have ever seen in my life.”

“Thank you, Baron Fatan.” Theoric annoucned as he grew a large smile, “And where is your daughter?”

“Vyde, come on forward.” The man said towards his behind.

Slowly coming out was a charming girl, looking to be a few years younger than Theoric. She looked to him with a small hint of fear in her eyes, and Theoric could probably guess why.

These days, he was known as Theoric the Arsonist.

“Come now, why don’t we make our way towards the dinning room. We have much to eat and merriment to be had.”

>Be kind to them, if she is this cute who knows about the future
>This is simply a business, Theoric only needs a wife so everyone would stop pestering him.
>One as fearful as her cannot be his wife, what happens if she meets someone far scarrier?

>>4898205
>Be kind to them, if she is this cute who knows about the future

>>4898205
>Theoric the Arsonist.
That's so lame, it should be fire lord or hellfire.

>Be kind to them, if she is this cute who knows about the future

What about our aunt? our moms sister, we married two at the start...

>>4898205
>>Be kind to them, if she is this cute who knows about the future

>>4898205
>Be kind to them, if she is this cute who knows about the future

Should have gone the sibling route…

I guess we can still have multiple wives, like our father…

>>4898232
Maybe torch a few more things.

>>4898205
>Be kind to them, if she is this cute who knows about the future

Too many women around like Matria would be bad for our health anyway.

>>4898205
>Be kind to them, if she is this cute who knows about the future

>>4898313
We razed an entire region, altered the landscape and the biosphere in the region. We can probably build a road on that path as a extra "FUCK YOU!" to nature (we probably did) after we devastated the whole region.

Simps
>>4898208
>>4898232
>>4898271
>>4898295
>>4898320
>>4898339

“Indeed, we have both brew prepared along with some meats.” Theoric declared as they walked into the room. Once they were within the room, Theoric turned on his heel and gave the girl before him a courteous bow, “It is a pleasure meeting you, Vyde, I hope this goes well for both of us.”

“Th-thank you.” She grew a small blush before rushing over to a seat next to her father.

With that everyone took their seats, each party taking their side of the table. It was quickly obvious that the ex-Chieftain was like a fish out of water, however his daughter’s attitude changed from fear to something more… tame.

At least, that is what Theoric got from the amount of times she looked in his direction and blushed.

“Now then, we should discuss if the terms are satisfactory.” Theoric’s mother said as she took out a piece of paper, “Written here, as she is your only child, we will inherit your lands. In return, of course, we will be giving you some gold along with providing protection for your lands.”

“Yes, that is what we discussed before.” He admitted before giving a solemn nod, “She is also going to be the first wife, and whose children will be first in line along with their children gaining my current lands.”

“Indeed, that is what we agreed upon.” She answered while taking a moment to look towards the girl, “You do not need to be so afraid, my boy is the best man you could ever get your hands on.”

“Y-yeah.” She mumbled for a moment, “I am sure he is.”

“And what about you, Theoric.” She said while turning to the High King, “These folk had gained the most amount of land thanks to your recent changes, and I am sure we can protect them with your power.”

Theoric glanced at his mother, knowing full well she planned this. Maybe she slipped something underneath his nose, but she was planning this from the moment he was distributing the unoccupied land to the Chieftains and his siblings.

>Sounds good, and it will be a lavish wedding as well.
>Agree, but make sure everyone knows of this event
>No, mother, you obviously strong armed this.

>>4898676
>Agree, but make sure everyone knows of this event

>>4898676

>Sounds good, and it will be a lavish wedding as well.

Mum's smarter then us for sure

>>4898676
>>Sounds good, and it will be a lavish wedding as well.

>>4898676
>Sounds good, and it will be a lavish wedding as well.

>>4898676
>>Agree, but make sure everyone knows of this event

>>4898676
>Sounds good, and it will be a lavish wedding as well.

>>4898914
>>Sounds good, and it will be a lavish wedding as well.
changeing vote

Unanimous it seems
>>4898711
>>4898808
>>4898824
>>4898902
>>4898976
>>4898984

“Indeed mother, things will be looking well enough.” Theoric admitted as he looked over the papr, “And it looks like everything is here, do you want us to sign it?”

“Why of course, you are your own man so you will sign it for yourself.” The woman said as she watched Theoric sketch out his line, “Now we have you sign this as well as your daughter.”

Matria handed the paper over, the man looking skeptical for a moment. Theoric was no fool about this all, of course, that this man really did not know how to read or write. His mother could have taken this chance to get him to sign things he did not initially agree to, however she did not.

Soon the papers were signed, not with a name but with a symbol. But that was enough for them, and his Mother picked up the paper with a smirk, “We shall host quite the event, should we not?”

“Of course!” Theoric said as he gave a motion to his bride, “We shall have one for the history books.”

Thus time quickly went by, the say of the event upon them. The ceremony was hosted in a more Dwarvish fashion than human, with the ceremony taking place at the heart of the fortress. While it might have been a little off putting for the Tribals, most of Theoric’s family and fellows felt it was a fitting event.

“And thus I claim the two of you bound by the will of the Five, your families forever bound through stone and blood!” The dwarf priest announced before backing away, “Now you may, kiss.”

Thus the two looked at one another for a moment, the girl obviously awe struck by everything that was happening around her. Theoric was the one who had to act, giving her a kiss that she would never forget for a lifetime.

With the main festivities done it was time for the reception. And with it, Theoric would have a chance to meet more of those who he called vassals across the realm.

>Talk to the Deep King, Strog!
>Counsin-In-Law might be for the best right now
>Sibilings are always together, even in times like this.

>>4899315
>Counsin-In-Law might be for the best right now

>>4899315
>Counsin-In-Law might be for the best right now

>>4899315
>Counsin-In-Law might be for the best right now

Cousins right now
>>4899331
>>4899452
>>4899630

While many of the other people were folks that Theoric wanted to talk to, he was really curious about how his newest relatives would be. Of course he spent some time talking to everyone else, as it was tradition to allow everyone to come up and give the newly married couple some advice and blessings.

They of course stood back, waiting their turn after the quick appearence of the Deep King and Theoric’s siblings. The Deep King simply wanted to wish Theoric a good life, aching his belly about missing his chance to not fight with his father against the Dragon. The main thing Theoric got from it was an invitation to come to his city for a visit whenever he is able too.

It might be something for Theoric to do, since the dwarf was his Father’s greatest support when he was alive. Even now Theoric knew the sudden shipments of armaments during the rebellion was because of that Dwarf’s awareness.

A few of Theoric’s siblings came by as well, mainly to tease him about the marriage. By far they were probably in the best place of everyone in the Kingdom, many diligently working to make things better for their region just as Alaric would have wanted of them.

It was after these folk that finally Theoric’s newest relatives, all of them by law. They had been spending most of their time behind everyone, probably out of caution as they did not know how this worked.

However the time finally came, the small group of them making their way forward, “My liege, I hope you all are having a grand wedding.”

“We are, thank you!” Theoric announced as he made a gesture towards the gifts, “I must thank you for everyone you have given us, I am sure the items you have given will have great use for us.”

“You’re welcome, High King.” The man hesitantly said while giving a sorta solemn bow, “My name is Satsa of the Moc.”

Theoric could not help but notice, “Do you no longer call yourself a clan?”

“Times are changing, my Lord.” The man admitted with a small chuckle, “Though, this might be the only chance I have that I wish to ask you something.”

It was a little ballsy to bring up something during a man’s wedding, “Fire away, Satsa. I cannot guarantee that it can happen now.”

“Thank you, my lord.” He said with a small sigh, “You see, there has been some debate between myself and my direct lord. We have agreed to write a document between us, but he wishes for it to be written in Dwarvish while I wish to use the language of our people. Personally I know it, and I can get the Shamans to confirm the words to my Lord. I just want your support before I bring it up with them.”

>The Language of the Dwarfs is better for all of us, Satsa. I will simply suggest you learn it, I am sure my brother could wait a few years for you to get a more iron clad understanding.
>Indeed, we will use the language of man. It is one that almost all humans gifted with reading can do.
>Both, you will use both languages as a sort of dual document.

>>4899986
>Both, you will use both languages as a sort of dual document.

Dwarven will be a formal language, like Latin, with the tongue of man being the common tongue. This will eventually create a scribe class that studies Dwarf Language, keeping their culture alive and tied to ours.

Got it! This was not too important so I will take the one vote
>>4900107

>>4899986
>Both, you will use both languages as a sort of dual document.

“While I do hope at some point that you all will learn this language, I will simply suggest that documents written between Lord and Vassal are in both languages.”

“I… guess that will be good enough.” He answered back before thinking for a moment, “And, uh, what if either text does not agree with each other. Which takes precedence?”

“It should not come to that, Stasa, because you can always go get a Dwarf to confirm the writing and the same goes for your Lord. However I expect you, maybe not you, but your Children shall learn the Dwarves Language as all of my Children will learn their writing first.” Theoric ended that with a firmness in his voice.

“I… understand, High King. I will be sure to get a tutor for my children.” The man said before walking away.

“Damn it, today was my wedding and I am still working.” Theoric joked as he turned towards Vyde, “I think its time we retire, eh?”

The girl’s face was red, “Y-yes my liege.”

There was a little bit of distance between them, that much Theoric knew, however that had no bearing on them having children or the transfer of their lands.

And indeed it did not, as from then on they had quite a few good nights together.

It became about a year after that Theoric looked about himself, at the things he had.

For starters, his wife was indeed very fertile and was currently baring their first child. That was about five months ago, which was pretty good in his opinion. As for other things, he went through a mental list of things.

Firstly, Theoric was able to place the finishing touches on his new fortress. It had been christened ‘The North Sea Bastion’, which had a pretty ring to its name. There was a few ships already held there, and while they are not enough to send an army north it would be enough to Theoric to get some revenge.

Rumor has it his two assaulters, Izdajice and Kretenu were still alive and well. By far their betrayal was a burning mark, a grudge that he knew he needed to settle. He had Hev, and surely others would join him to right this wrong.

Besides that, he had not heard much from his brother Anathantric in the West. Likely that is because of the mountains as well as the man not really the talkative type.

Lastly, he wondered if he knew that while he should get himself other wives. While he had been… on a dry spell since his wife got Pregnant he had grown a taste for pleasure. However there was the nagging thought, that unlike his Father Theoric did not have plenty of lands to give to his children. He was no fool, for if his lands were split in thirds he would not have done so well with the Tribals as he did.

>Settle a grudge, a mark that should be settled
>Go visit his brother, Anathantric
>MORE WIVES! WE ARE HORNY

>>4900183
>Go visit his brother, Anathantric

>>4900183
>MORE WIVES! WE ARE HORNY
The more women the better

>>4900183
>>Go visit his brother, Anathantric

Less wives, less children, more stability. One does not not rule with thy dick.

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>>4900183
>It is time to build upon the legacy of our father who conquered many great gifts for humanity. Theoric shall begin raiding into orcish lands seeking to capture a wolf rider to extract through torture or persuasion the secrets of the Wolf.

>>4900183
>Go visit his brother, Anathantric

>>4900183
>>Go visit his brother, Anathantric
we need roads

Visit Thy Brother
>>4900242
>>4900355
>>4900397
>>4900202

I like this idea, I like it alot. It shall be remembered for later
>>4900272

The Horniness was defeated, such is a great day for the Internet
>>4900215

While at first it was not the most pressing thing, Theoric knew that it has been a while since he had heard from his brother. Such a thing of course was not uncommon, but in just over 7 years along with a rebellion Theoric was starting to get worried he was overran.

So a trip was scheduled and decided, Theoric soon making his way to the Western half of his Kingdom.

Crossing over the Dragon Scale Mountains was no issue, if just for the men’s animals getting a little more anxious as they went through. Such of course was the nature of Dragons, terrifying all the lesser races until they were satisfied with pride.

Soon they crossed it, going towards what was a pretty decent sized keep built next to a river. Theoric himself did not know the name of it, but he trusted his brother had already made a nice one for the nearly brand new keep.

Soon, Theoric arrived into the meeting hall of his brother, “Anathantric! I have not heard from you for so long!”

Sitting near the other end, upon a throne, was his brother, “Theoric?”

“Have you not seen me in so long that you forgot my face.” Theoric joked as he made his way closer, “I even invited you to a wedding that you never came for.”

“Oh, sorry about that.” The man scratched his cheek with what looked like a scar upon it, “When I finally got word of it, the event had already passed. Its always hard to get words over Dragon Scale Mountain. Though you have received my homage correct?”

“Just as we had agreed upon.” Theoric confirmed, “Though the first few were a bit late.”


“Such is the nature of things.” Anathantric claimed as a lul started to settle in.

>Try and figure out someway to get contact with each other easier
>Learn of the recent troubles, mainly why his brother is scarred
>Those Dragons...

>>4900541
>>Try and figure out someway to get contact with each other easier

>>4900541
>Learn of the recent troubles, mainly why his brother is scarred

>>4900541
>Try and figure out someway to get contact with each other easier

>>4900541
>Learn of the recent troubles, mainly why his brother is scarred

Try and improve contact
>>4900690
>>4900569

Troubles?
>>4900652
>>4900877

Well, anyone wanna try and break the tie here real quick?

>>4900541
>Learn of the recent troubles, mainly why his brother is scarred

Tie broken!!
>>4901218

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“So brother,” Theoric began as he thought to himself on what to ask, “Has there anything thats troubled you lately. I believe that scar is quite new.”

“Yeah, I had a little trouble with the Chieftains.” He admitted while scratching his lip, “One of them got so far as to strike my face. I count my blessings, this was all I was left with.”

“I would too.” Theoric admitted as he lounged for a moment, “Anything else you have seens troubles with?”

“A few oddities here and there.” He admitted while taking out a small paper and placing a drawing between them, “Have you ever seen this creature before?”

“No… is that some kind of Fish-Man?”

“I believe that is as close to an identity as we found for them.” The man admitted while shaking his head, “They came from the Western Sea, where you cannot see land in all directions. They’ve been annoying, though my people have been pretty scared of them.”

“Looking at it a little more, it reminds me of the monsters Mistress Hilda talked about. How they were insane folk who thought they could cross the vast sea.” Theoric guessed as he looked at them closely, “Fish Folk were their name.”

“Do you think they are that? I did force the Chieftains out into the Western Sea, think they are coming back to haunt us?”

“I…” Theoric looked at the picture, trying to piece together ideas.

>Go talk to old Estus, see what he says on the matter.
>Raise the army and have them patrol the area, see what they can find.
>Maybe there is a more… capitalist way of doing this.

So you all are lucky, I'll be pushing this thread out another week. I need to get several projects on the same beat.

>>4901259
>Go talk to old Estus, see what he says on the matter.
Old wise wizard time

>>4901259
>Go talk to old Estus, see what he says on the matter.

>>4901259
>Go talk to old Estus, see what he says on the matter.

>>4901259
>Go talk to old Estus, see what he says on the matter.

The old Shaman it is!
>>4901380
>>4901458
>>4901478
>>4901561

“This is all quite worrying, justas you said.” Theoric admitted as he strained his muscles for a moment, “Yeah, I will go talk to Estus about this right now.”

“He would know something.” Anathantric agreed, “For the time between then and now, do you want a few drinks?”

“Of course.” Theoric cheered.

After a modest amount of merriment Theoric made his way back to the Fortress of Man. The trip back was just as before, but Theoric could not help but feel a little bit of anger at the presence within the mountains. That Dragon, or maybe even Dragons, were still lurking within those rocks. And here he was powerless to kill them.

Soon Theoric arrived back home, and quickly did he scour the Keep for the man he was searching for. However he did not need to look hard, for the old Shaman was standing next to his Throne. Next to him, was Theoric’s sister Leric.

“So I take it you knew I was looking for you?” Theoric asked as he finally made it to his throne, “I thought it would be hard to find you, considering I never see you around.”

“It is simpler if I came straight to you about these matters.” He said while while nodding himself, “It would be too troublesome to deal with your guards you would eventually had sent.”

Theoric looked towards his Sister, who simply shook her head. Judging by her, Theoric could guess that it had something more to do with the man getting bored.

At least that's as much as he can tell from his Sister’s expression.

“Then are you already aware of these… Fish People?”

“I am only as aware of them as the Civilized races are.” The man admitted while putting his weight upon a large staff, “I do however know they are not man, but instead a monster that lurks within the ocean’s deepest regions.”

“So why are they crawling up to the surface to terrorize my people?” Theoric said with a hint of frustration.

“I…” The man thought to himself for a few more moments, “I suspect it might be because of their master’s wish to have human flesh, however I fear it is simply a symptom of a greater problem.”

“All ears here.” Theoric took the moment to lower himself into his throne and get comfy.

“Dark Gods are stalking us, Theoric.” The Shaman said as he shook his head, “The same ones who brought about the rise of the first Demon Lord who destroyed the Dwarfs now turn their ire to us. Before we were barbarians, folk who could were worth nothing. However now that we have settled they’ve decided we shall become part of their game.”

“So what are the rules?”

“Occurrences like these will keep happening, monsters of the previous Demon Lord’s army coming to fight us. Once the Dark Gods feel it, they shall craft new monsters.” The Shaman claimed to be the truth of the world, “Their arrival will accompany a Demon Lord to carve their scurge into the earth.”

>You speak in Prophecy, Estus. I will take your words, but find others to give an ear too.
>Then we should prepare, as you suggest.
>Alright, that answers a few questions. However the Previous Demon Lord did not have Fish People. The Dwarfs would have mentioned that.

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>Alright, that answers a few questions. However the Previous Demon Lord did not have Fish People. The Dwarfs would have mentioned that.

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>>Then we should prepare, as you suggest.
>Any ideas beside the usual ? I could offer to the elves to work with us and the dwarfs for deal with the Dark Gods pawns. Even if they don t like us, they wouldn t want to fight them alone.

Seems the Weekends dry up people. Then again we are on Page 3.
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“Wouldn’t the Dwarfs have mentioned if the Fish People came from the last Demon Lord?” Theoric asked as he talked his thoughts out loud, “They did mention that the first undead came with him.”

“I cannot say, however in many years we might be facing a new Demon Lord. I cannot tell you when, but I know his arrival shall be inevitable.”

“Then I should get working.” Theoric summarized with a wave of his hand, “You can return to your workshop, estus. Stay well.”

“I will.” He said before descending down the staircase.

“I caught only about half of that.” Hev called out as he came from behind Theoric’s Throne, “But this talk about Demon Lords has got my beard itching.”

“I would agree, its a man telling me to fear the death centuries later when I am already dead.” Theoric summarized as he shook his head, “Though it is something that I must take care of, for it might be my desidendents that suffer.”

“Forward thinking is good thinking, though I have a feeling you are about to say something really fuckin’ dumb.”

Theoric sighed for a moment while shaking his head, “I… think we should finally open communication with the Elves.”

“Yup, you said it. You just fuckin’ said it.” Hev lamented while furiously gripping his head, “You do realize those fuckers only care about themselves. Even if we are set alight and the Demon Lord is marching down they will not come. Hell, even that Elvish Whore of your father’s disappeared after your father died.”

“Is that so… she never really talked that much.”

“Of course she didn’t, she’s an elf.” He summarized while shaking his head, “However if what your Priest Guy said is true, I suggest going over to get a proper talk with Stog.”

>We will open communications with the Elves, even if the Dwarfs don’t like it.
>Sure, we can go over and talk to Stog.
>Head to Stog, but make a secret envoy over to the Elves.

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>Sure, we can go over and talk to Stog.
For what I'm seeing, Dwarfs like honest and loyal people, something that Alaric was in life of how he accomplished his promises about waiting to be adult enough to take the HIgh Fortage Sword, and get an army to help the Dwarfs.

We will go over there, say our plan to talk with the elves, and if they are really jackasses like the Dwarfs tell us, then we will ask for material things or help, but not relying so much in them

>>4902136
>Sure, we can go over and talk to Stog.
We contact the elves after this

>>4902136
>Sure, we can go over and talk to Stog.

Sorry qm, it's burger weekend, I barely even get reception for phoneposting out here at the lake.

>>4902136
>>Sure, we can go over and talk to Stog.

Talk to Stog
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Meh, this is actually the normal amount.
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“Then it should be wise to start making our way towards Deep King Stog.” Theoric confirmed as he rose from his throne.

“Aye, that would be the best. Surely we can come up with something smarter than talking to the elves.” Hev said before falling in line with Theoric, “Off we go then.”

Just like other times in Theoric’s life, he traveled the underway towards his Dwarven counterpart. The place was much nicer than other times he had traveled here, with even a few Dwarven Farms dotting the pathway. Such was the security of the place, being a clear way of transit between old Dwarven Hold.

Just as the time before, Theoric entered the Fortress of the Dwarfs. At least, that is what most men called the place as it was the counterpart to the Keep of Man. Its actual name was Mtight, last Keep of the Dwarfs. At least that's what the people there like to call it, in reality they have slowly been making contact with several other Dwarven settlements all across the land.

In a matter of time, Theoric finally arrived at the throne room of the Deep King. Stog was sitting there, for only a minute, until he quickly jumped off the throne and made his way over to Theoric, “Finally you come over to my side of the Underway, little one. If it was your father he would have been here almost every night!”

“If I was to do that I would be dead by the third day.” Theoric said before giving the Dwarven King a welcoming gesture by raising his arm, “I barely remember my wedding night because of you.”

“Its what you get for having such a weak liver.” The Dwarf laughed as he bumped his arm into Theoric’s, “Now, since I assume you are not here just to drink, what brings you to my court?”

The next few minutes Theoric explained the trouble on the western seaboard. The dwarvish king looked confused for a moment, before his brow raised as Theoric explained what Estus said.