This Quest is based on an old one that I played a bit on and couldn't find later.

If the PC dies, we'll make another one.
If you do something big or advance a lot, you will be able to choose new characters when you die.

>>5677441
>Mage: A minor talent found on the streets. Some would call it finding a diamond in the rough, but to be honest you're more like a slightly bitten silver coin. You're not much use in hand-to-hand combat, but that's not why you earned your place in the army.

>>5677441
>Warrior: When the recruiter found you shaking two guys like they were rag dolls, he knew you would perform well doing the same with the kingdom's enemies. Big and strong, there's not much the peasants can do against you.
The King do need enforcers.

>>5677441
>Warrior: When the recruiter found you shaking two guys like they were rag dolls, he knew you would perform well doing the same with the kingdom's enemies. Big and strong, there's not much the peasants can do against you.

>>5677449
>>5677453
>>5677454
Warrior then

>>5677458

A (mostly) original quest on /qst/? Sounds good to me OP

>>5677471
Thenks bro

>>5677458
Your job as a Warrior seems simple to most, and most of the time it really is, but it would be a lie to say that you haven't changed since your recruitment into the forces of Laran. After all, now you can...

>Throw: You can throw almost anything you can pick up. Added to your strength this opens up a wide range of possibilities.
>+30 throwing

>Camaraderie: You can make friends with people of the same or lower hierarchical level more easily.
>+30 Being sociable with people of your level or less.

>Intimidation: You're gifted at making the weak piss himself, but now you turn it into a technique.
>+30 Intimidate people less powerful than you.

There is also the issue of your motivation to move forward in life...

>Greed: The kingdom has more money than you'll get in your whole life beating up fools, joining them sounds like the natural step. Then you went to battle. You saw bigger and stronger guys, in heavy and shiny armor, being crushed by horrors that still haunt you at night. Then you learned that, just like when things go wrong in a robbery back home, everyone takes care of themselves in the end.
>You will not be able to make decisions that do not favor you and it is difficult to convince yourself otherwise.

>Loyalty: In the city things made sense, the normal people below, the gang and you above them and the knights above. Then you joined the latter to go to battle. You saw bigger and stronger guys, in heavy and shiny armor, being crushed by horrors that still haunt you at night. Then you learned that, just as you took care of the new ones in the gang, the kingdom takes care of you.
>You will not be able to make decisions that do not favor the kingdom and it is difficult to convince yourself otherwise.

>Indifference: You never had much ambition when you grew up, you moved by inertia. You're strong, so you acted like everyone thought you would. Life wasn't hard. Then you went to battle. You saw bigger and stronger guys, in heavy and shiny armor, being crushed by horrors that still haunt you at night. You don't know what to think of having survived when many have die, so you kept doing what you always did, just keep going.
>You don't have any convictions.

>>5677484

>throw
>loyalty

I’d like to be the mid game boss standing between the heroes and the BBEG please

>>5677485
>I’d like to be the mid game boss standing between the heroes and the BBEG please
That is the idea of the quest, so I hope you like how i run it

>>5677484
>Throw
>Loyalty

>>5677442
You mean Mid Boss Quest? The one where we are a middle manager soldier serving a dark queen or something?

This it? https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Mid%20Boss%20Quest

Or was it some other one from the plethora of dark fantasy kingdom quests from over the years?

>>5677484
>Throw
>Loyalty

Get a set of XXL javelins and dunk on everyone.

>>5677540
Oh men yeah it was this one, thenk you really.

I knoe it was about boss something but i just couldnt find it

>>5677484
>Throw: You can throw almost anything you can pick up. Added to your strength this opens up a wide range of possibilities.

>Indifference: You never had much ambition when you grew up, you moved by inertia. You're strong, so you acted like everyone thought you would. Life wasn't hard. Then you went to battle. You saw bigger and stronger guys, in heavy and shiny armor, being crushed by horrors that still haunt you at night. You don't know what to think of having survived when many have die, so you kept doing what you always did, just keep going.

Finding convictions is half the journey in life anyways. It also fits for a dark warrior, just not giving a shit.

>>5677485
>>5677489
>>5677544
>>5677573

All want throw and all but one be loyalty. Im gonna end this here and go to sleep.

Thenks for playing

But before that I want someone roll 1d2.
This dont affect the PC, just the background.

>1 Female
>2 Male

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>5677576

>>5677584
Noted

>>5677585
If someone who knew you in your previous life saw you now, they would say that you were only given dirty armor and the freedom to annoy whoever you want. To say that this is a lie would be wrong, but at the same time is understandable.

On your way through the battlefields you will go through many things: Confront the tribes of cannibals that plague the eastern steppes, see the giants that inhabit the Spiral Mountains that surround the Circular Sea, and fight alongside a battalion of men. of the south against a large group of dark cultists who were trying to sacrifice an entire city to a strange god. By the grace of the sky, you saw an elf! She was in the general's tent, talking to the men himself, maybe giving a message or something, when you came in to pass some reports. To this day you swear that she smiled at you as she left.

>>5677783
But to tell the truth, the experience that marked you the most was fighting in that city against the cultists. It all started simple: There are some crazy people loose robbing and murdered, we have to capture them. So you faced them. Those bastards ran like rabbits between every corner, jumping everywhere and being a source of frustration and general anger all day. In the end, the general decided to swallow his pride and ask the nearby kingdom for help, knowing that they had experience dealing with this type of scum.

When the southerners arrived and explained how the cult operated, it all started to make sense. They sought to generate negative energy and lower the morale of the troops, in order to focus it on a ritual that would drive the general population crazy until the situation was insurmountable.

From some of them you learned that while no one denies that your forte is hand-to-hand combat, your strength has other uses as well. You put aside your sword and took spears, knives, stones, boxes, vases and basically everything that was at hand. Heh, you even managed to stop one by throwing him the general's chair at a banquet.

But leaving that aside, and looking at it in perspective, it could be said that his didn't change as much as you... grow?

On the streets things were hard for everyone, and even though you didn't have much education (The only reason you can read and write is because your superior didn't want to do all the paperwork alone) you always had one thing clear: Numbers matter. The band with the most members will always have the advantage. But when others just wanted more warm bodies between them and the danger, but you wanted something more solid. When others were hurt and abandoned, you decided to take care of them, to be what you believed was the best you could be, a protector of your people.

You were never the leader of the gang, or the most intimidating guy even, but you always liked to believe that you were the heart of it.

Your service didn't change that, it just opened your horizons.

While you took care of the boys, the knights did the same for everyone, facing scary things that took advantage of difficult times of the land.

And now you will pay that debt.

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>>5677784
You walk the little-traveled dirt road, passing through a town lost in the middle. It's not a big deal, maybe twenty-eight houses, maybe less. The atmosphere isn't the best, with some houses having holes roughly patched up, the streets littered with rubbish, and a general air of neglect.

Your mission? Protect and take care of it.

At least they aren't killing each other. It's a start.

Following the path is the fortress where you will reside. Two large stone buildings surrounded by a solid wall. It's not Gray Mountain, but that's okay, you didn't expect much from a place like this, especially guarded by goblins.

As you advance you adjust your armor and weapons. They are a gift for your performance in the war, and a mark for what you went through.

>Mainmail and Gambeson: +35 resisting slashing and blunt damage. Immune to normal arrows.

>Wooden Shield: +65 resist hits, can be broken.

>Knife: More a tool than a weapon.

If something you miss from the army is your sword, it was a thing of beauty. You don't blame your superiors for taking it away when you finished your service at the front, you knew more than one who planned to sell it when you got back home, but your new weapon isn't that bad.

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>>5677788
>Choose primary weapon.

>Axe.
>The old sharp stone on a stick, but improved. Good for chopping sticks and heads like logs.
>Slashing damage.

>Mace.
>The old big stone on a stick, but improved. Good for splitting heads and breaking bones.
>Blunt damage.

>Spear.
>The old sharp stone on a long stick, but improved. Good for impaling and hitting enemies
>Sharp damage.
>Not very good in enclosed spaces.

(The damage type is a bit more meta. If you want to cut something and you chose the spear you'll have to pull out a knife to do it, for example.)

>Choose throwing weapon.

>Three javelins.
They used as a short(For you) spear.

>Five knives.
They can be used as daggers.

>Seven rocks.
They can be used as rocks.

>>5677792
>Axe.
>Three javelins.
This covers two damage types

>>5677788
>Mainmail and Gambeson: +35 resisting slashing and blunt damage. Immune to normal arrows.
Forgot to reply to this too

>>5677788
>Wooden Shield: +65 resist hits, can be broken.
>Spear.
>Seven rocks.

>>5677788
>>5677792
>Mainmail and Gambeson: +35 resisting slashing and blunt damage. Immune to normal arrows.
>Axe
>Three javelins

>>5677788
>>Mainmail and Gambeson: +35 resisting slashing and blunt damage. Immune to normal arrows.

>>Mace
This synchronizes with our strength better if you ask me.

>>Three javelins.

>>5677834
Honestly an axe is a greater all-rounder. With either the mace or spear, defense is very limited especially with the mace, which is a short range but mass concentrated weapon. It would be a stunlock loop should you encounter a spear user. While a spear seems good at first, we likely will be pressed into rather close range so it would be wiser to avoid the trap. Plus the javelins can perform that function too. The axe is sure to be broad and dense of blade, with a curving point it should be able to fulfill the role of a crude crossguard as well to catch an incoming blade. Blunt damage seems to be one that will be most protected against.

>>5677844
Remember, spears are the king of war. Reach is the best defensive tool you can have outside of a shield. But a club is man's first love. Elegant simplicity. Just hit something really, really hard. Even fancy armor won't save you from getting your bell rung.

You dont have to choose the Mainmail, Gambeson, Wooden Shield and Knife. That is all yours.

Sorry for the confusion.

Only vote if you see
>Choose whatever
Over it

I am gona let the vote going for some hours or so if someone want to change vote.

>>5677792


>>Mainmail and Gambeson: +35 resisting slashing and blunt damage. Immune to normal arrows.
>>Mace
>>Three javelins.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>5677800
>>5677813
>>5677824
>>5677834
>>5677848
Three javelins wins

2 Axe vs 2 Mace

1 Axe
2 Mace

>>5677893
All right

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When you get to the gate, you decide to knock hard to make sure they hear you.

They already know you're coming, but it doesn't hurt to be careful.

Immediately you hear something fall on the other side.

After a couple of unintelligible shouts in a strange language, the door opens and you can finally see your new comrades.

>>5677584
You are greeted by a pair of male goblins.

And their disgusting edor.

Goblins are one of the "loyal" monsters of the crown. The advantages of having them under your command is that they do not need a lot of food and they can reproduce so quickly that there is a whole logistical system designed for the purpose of they don't doing so without control, which is why the battalions and platoons are only women or men, never by ANY reason, they must be mixed without royal authorization.

But as you can see, looking at the trash, boxes and what looks like shit lying in the middle of the road, they are not disciplined or clean unless they are forced to.

And that's your job.

Your position here will technically be the same as the Goblin Boss, although you will have no direct authority over the troops. You can ask the soldiers for help to do jobs in the fortress, which they can deny or accept, but if you want to move the soldiers out of the fortress you will have to make an agreement with the Boss Goblin.

Seeing as the reports said that there are seventeen goblins here and there are only TWO guarding the gate, with one apparently asleep, this does not bode well.

Continuing past the door, you hear a commotion from the building to your left.

Going up the stairs and opening the door, you arrive at what looks like a dining room.

It's a big room, with a long table on one side and the remaining goblins running and screaming around the place. There's food scattered everywhere, puddles of beer dotting the place.

There's even a goblin tied with a rope and a bucket on his head spinning in circles as two others prepare to hit him with sticks. It looks like a gambling game.

Looking around he finally spotted the goblin boss.

He is sitting at the head of the table, viciously devouring a chicken. He is like a goblin version of you, bigger and taller, although much fatter and stinkier.

What you gonna do now?

>Shout at them to stop. (Mid roll)
(It will be hard to intimidate them when half of them are drunk and the other is excited)

>Join the gambling game.

>Go directly to the boss goblin to introduce yourself.

>Other.

>>5677919
>>Go directly to the boss goblin to introduce yourself

It would be rude to do otherwise, besides consorting with the lesser goblins would give the impression that we are their equal.

>>5677919
>Join the gambling game.

I love goblins

>>5677919

>Go directly to the boss goblin to introduce yourself.

Time to enforce discipline. We should make the goblin boss our bitch.

>>5677943
>>5677946
>>5677965

Introduce yourself to the local boss win

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>>5677982
Deciding to start your new job on the right foot, you go to the table where the lord of the castle is eating.

It's almost hypnotic the way he can eat so wildly and at the same time seem to enjoy every bite, as if every movement is calculated for the greatest pleasure.

After a few seconds he realizes your presence.

At first he seems to choke, but after some struggle he swallows and coughs up what doesn't go down his throat.

"You cam' ea'ly." He says hoarsely, beating his chest. "I am Ruy'h, holy lor' of t'e land and of thos' who live here!" He declares, offering you his hand.

You don't want to think about where that hand was.

Now it's your turn to introduce yourself.

>Choose a name.
(You can make one, but I'd like it to be short and sound unimportant)

>Tulle
>Lok
>Suth
>Other

>Shake hands
He will see you as a goblin

>Grabs his arm
He will be confused

>Refuse to shake hands
He will see you as a rival.

>>5677993
>Tulle
>Shake hands

>>5677993
>Wuxian
Fuck that fat ducking Frenchman I bet he smells like a goblin

>Refuse to shake hands

>>5677993
>>Other
>Tulle, but spelled as Tully

>Fist bump
????

>>5677993

>tulle

>shake his hand (to better betray him later)

>>5678005
>>5678009
>>5678010
>>5678012

I will keep this open until 22:00

>Tulle, but spelled as Tully
Are the rest fine with this?

>Fist bump
Lol
Is valid

>>5678025

Sure I wouldn’t mind “Tully”

>>5678025
You consider fist bumping like with the boys back home, but in the end you decide to accept his hand.

Yeah, it's as sticky as you thought.

"I'm Tulle, I'll be your partner from now on." You say as you wipe your hand on your pants. "I see you're having a party here. Did something important happen?" For a party to go on overnight to morning you would expect them to have killed a golem or something.

The Boss starts muttering "Tully, Tully..." before realizing you asked a question. He blinks and looks at you confused, only to snort. "T'ey arrived wit' food and beer, a gift. I wis' all tr'velers more like t'em and appreciate our good work."

You raise an eyebrow.

"Just like that?" You ask with suspicious. "Didn't they ask you for anything in return?"

The great goblin scratches his cheek meditatively. "T'ey asked us to seal papers f'r some boxes."

Sounds like some guy is trying to make money by evading taxes.

"Anyt'ing else?" The goblin asks you.

>Questions: You can choose more than one.

>"Why is there shit everywhere?"
>"Have you had any problems lately?"
>"Do you have an assignment I can help with?"
>"What happened to the guy who came before me? The report just say he die."
>Other.
>"None."

>>5678034
>>"Why is there shit everywhere?"
>>"What happened to the guy who came before me? The report just say he die."

>>5678034
>"What happened to the guy who came before me? The report just say he die."
>"Have you had any problems lately?"

>>5678034
>"What happened to the guy who came before me? The report just say he die."
>What you good at? I can throw really hard.

>>5678043
>>5678045
>>5678174

>"Why is there shit everywhere?"

Goblins aren't usually clean, but even the wild ones know better than this.

"The shit 'ole broke." He answers immediately.

Makes sense.

>"What happened to the guy who came before me? The report just said he died."

The Goblin Boss gets nervous, but tries to act nonchalant. "Wolfbear killed him."

What?

"Did a bear or a wolf kill him?" You ask, confused and somewhat worried.

"Wolf bite marks, but t'e size of bear ones." He tries not to show it, but this scares him. "'is fault anyway! 'e went into deep forest alone!"

Your confusion grows. "Why did he go alone?"

"Don't know." He answers, wanting to end the matter. "Mad. Fool and mad."

You decide to change the subject.

>"Have you had any problems lately?"

"No good food like this every day." He says he while he licks his fingers. "And a drunk causes trouble in town. We lock and beat 'im up, but 'e always ends up coming back. 'e's in t'e cell."

>"What you good at? I can throw really hard."

He must have taken it as a challenge, because he immediately got up with more agility than you'd expect from someone of his physical build and began to... Roll? It's like watching a green ball of grease rolling around the room.

Because it is.

"Are you good... dodging?"

The goblin, which was going on a collision course against a wall, suddenly change of direction and jump towards his chair, falling with more grace than you expected (None).

The goblin raises his head proudly, although somewhat tired. He goes on to ignore you and continue eating.

Now what are you going to do?

>Choose.

>Look around the fortress.
He creates a mental map.

>Join the gambling game.

>Go to sleep.
It's morning, but no one seems to care about discipline here.

>Other

>>5678382
>>Look around the fortress.

See if we can find someone fucking up hard enough to force them into latrine duty

>>5678382

>>>Look around the fortress.

Let's find the drunk and see if we can shake any plot hooks from him.

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>>5678436
When you finish talking to the local Boss, you decide to familiarize yourself with your new home.

Leaving the hall you decide to look for the bathroom to see how big the problem is.

Going down the stairs your nose leads you to a small wooden box between the building on the right and the wall, past the waterhole where about six goblins are splashing their faces to get rid of the drunkenness.

Against all natural instinct you open the door.

It's worse than you imagined. It's a fucking hole in the wall and they somehow plug it up.

You immediately close the door and walk away, taking a moment to catch your breath.

Out of morbid curiosity you cross the area and check the bathroom on the other side.

Sparkling clean.

Fucking goblins.

Putting the whole thing aside you head to the building on the right. When you go up the stairs and through the doors you realize they are the bedrooms.

To your left is a surprisingly tidy room, with a human-sized bed. This is probably the room of the guy before you, and yours now.

To your right are the rooms where the goblins sleep, with a separate one, probably for the Boss.

Continuing down the corridor you arrive at a staircase, and going down it you arrive at the cells for prisoners.

There are three, with one being occupied by a dirty old man.

What do you want to do?

>Choose

>Check your new room.
Look for valuable things.
Try to find out why that guy went alone into the forest.

>Clean the fortress.
You can ask the goblins for help.
Maybe you find something of value.

>Talk to the old drunk.
Investigate how this man became a public nuisance.

>>5678469
>>Clean the fortress.

>Tell them that if they don't get into shape, you'll beat them into shape

>>5678469
>>Clean the fortress.

Discipline and morale begins with the basics, even if they are filthy goblins.

>>5678469
>Clean the fortress.

>>5678478
>>5678547
>>5678585

You leave the building with a clear goal for today.

Clean up this pigsty.

Outside are the six goblins from before, discussing something in that weird language of theirs.

How do you want to do this?

>Choose your approach

>Be intimidating
+15 because you're a big guy
If you stop being intimidating (if you miss a roll or do a weird action like make a flower crown) they will abandon you.

>Be social
+0
If the fear or disgust of the situation overcomes your roll, they will leave you

>Do the cleaning by yourself.

What place should you clean?

>Choose

>The road

>The Hall

>The shit hole

>>5678606
>Be intimidating

>The shit hole

I think it’d be really funny if we made these goblins clean the shit hole

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>>5678606
>>Be intimidating
>>The shit hole

Rolled 14, 28, 31, 26, 6, 47 = 152 (6d60)

>>5678613
>>5678648
All right time for rolling

Roll 1d100+15
Best of three
If your best roll win over half of the group's roll they will follow you.

Rolled 3 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>5678655
You stinky little pissants, we said clean. Now.

Rolled 91 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>5678655
s

I know that you win with the 91, but i would like see if someone can get a 100

1 is not an autofail in this quest.

Rolled 70 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>5678655

>>5678657
>>5678663
>>5678675
"HEY!"

The goblins jump in fright at your call, only to realize your looming presence above them.

"You guys had a good night of fun and games, but today is work day!" You try to imitate your superior in the army, and to your surprise you don't do so badly. "Stand firm!"

The goblins look at you in fear and confusion.

"I say STAND FIRM!"

They quickly stand up straight, afraid that you won't repeat yourself again.

"Well soldiers, today the task is simple. Today we will cleanse this place as it is proper of a fort of this great kingdom." You say firmly as you circle around them. "These will be your orders, you three, get the shovels! The rest bring buckets of water!"

They stand still for a moment, too afraid to move.

"NOW!"

They immediately jump into action.

You stand for a moment in front of the doors of the shithole, while your goblins get what you asked for.

In less than a minute all six are standing in a line in front of you, with shovels and water.

This is going better that you expected.

Roll 1d100+60 (Every goblin is a +10)
Best of three

DCs: 40/90

Rolled 58 + 60 (1d100 + 60)

>>5678687

Rolled 73 + 60 (1d100 + 60)

>>5678687

Rolled 82 + 60 (1d100 + 60)

>>5678687

Rolled 53 + 60 (1d100 + 60)

>>5678687

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>>5678689
>>5678723
>>5679032
With clear instructions and specific threats, you guide the goblins in their work, shouting and walking close to them when they seem to lose strength.

The task is not an easy one however, and hours pass as you and your soldiers try different ways to not only unplug the hole, but to discover how it got covered in the first place.

It doesn't help that the goblins' attempts to unclog it the first few days could be summed up as throwing things into it until something happens.

After trying with a stick and a stone, you tie a rope to shovel.

After a couple of failed attempts, you manage to hook on something down there.

Quickly you direct the goblis to pull the rope, while you apply pressure with another shovel.

The strategy works when a Y-shaped hunk of metal shoots out of the hole and days old shit and trash finally falls out.

You let the goblins celebrate for a moment before directing them on the task of cleaning the room.

While they work you take a moment to examine the strange piece of metal.

It's dirty and somewhat battered, but you can't help but notice how old it looks. This thing feels older than you, and it doesn't even have rust on it. Cleaning it up a bit with a stick, you can't help but notice how it seems to be marked with symbols.

Maybe it was part of the castle? A broken part of a mechanism?

Tied loosely by a rope is a bag, which upon careful examination, you discover contains 18 silver coins.

You take that money.

>Total money: 46 coins.

What should you do now?

>Choose

>Keep working.
You didn't mess this up, so the goblins will still be with you, just a little more tired

>Try to lead the goblins.
You can try to train with them or practice tactics.

>Go to town.
See how things are.

>Talk with the drunk
Ask him how he ended up here.

>Go to your room
You can sleep or examine the room.

>>5679258
>Keep working.

>>5679258

>keep ‘em working

Let’s keep momentum, plus it gets them in the habit of following orders

>>5679258
>Keep 'em working
Set them to drills. Tell them we'll be checking in and expect PROGRESS. Then...
>Talk with the drunk

>>5679273
>>5679276
>>5679295

Which part you want to clear next?

>The hall

>The road

>>5679310
>The road
A message to the civilians.

>>5679310
>The road
LOGISTICS

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>>5679316
>>5679319

The road then.

Roll 1d100+30 (Every tired goblin is a +5)
Best of three

DCs: 40/90

Rolled 5 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>5679361
31

Rolled 44 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>5679361

Get to work boyos

Rolled 28 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>5679361
Work work

>>5679371
>>5679378
>>5679381

You take a moment to move the piece of metal to the side and gather the goblins in front of the waterhole.

They try to stand straight in front of you, but exhaustion is taking its toll. This has been more work than they've done in weeks for sure.

Even so, looking at the sky and realizing that it is already noon, you decide that there are still things to do.

"You did well soldiers, but I hope it never has to happen again that this fortress is in such a state!" You declare with authority. "We represent the kingdom and our Majesty, we cannot allow ourselves to sink so low!"

Pointing to the dirt and shit around you, you address them firmly. "From now on if you have to shit, the first thing you'll do is ask someone to substitute your position and use the shithole! Do you understand me?"

They quickly nod.

"Excellent. We'll finish cleaning here and a bit outside on the way, then you guys will use the bathroom and then, and only then, you will rest."

The process of leading a group of tired and scared goblins is not easy. Many times you have to run from one place to another, correcting them when they do things wrong and giving them a good lesson when they try to play with you.

But when the afternoon comes you can say that it all was worth it.

Not only is the interior ground cleaner than it has been in a long time, but the road to the fortress is respectable for receiving messengers.

Not bad for your first day.

What now

>Choose

>Keep working.
The goblins are dead in their feets, so if you want to keep working, you would have to do it.

>Go to town.
See how things are.
Walking on the road at night can be dangerous.

>Talk with the drunk
Ask him how he ended up here.

>Go to your room
You can sleep or examine the room.

>>5679420
>Talk with the drunk
What'a his deal? Why's he such a troublemaker? Can't be having that.

>>5679420
>Talk with the drunk

>>5679420
>Talk with the drunk

>>5679420
>>Talk with the drunk

>>5679423
>>5679427
>>5679440
>>5679476

Deciding to follow your curiosity, you head to the right building.

Going through the bedrooms you go downstairs and find the old man lying in his cell, looking tired and confused.

You raise your voice as you approach. "Are you awake, old man?"

The man stares at you for a while, as if he doesn't know what to think. Then he sighs. "I'm a-a little dizzy."

You raise your eyebrow. "Still? It's already afternoon, grandpa."

"I'm not your grandfather, you dog of the cursed crown!" The old man responds with disgust, somewhat more awake now. "It's my problem how I handle alcohol. If you're going to free me, do it or don't!"

Looking around you notice that the keys hang on a wall, too close to the cells for your liking.

Looking at the prisoner, you wonder what to do.

>Choose your questions.
You can choose more than one.

>What do you do when you're not here?
>Don't you have family that take care of you?
>Why do you drink if you know you can't handle it?
>How are things going in town?
>Other

>Choose

>Release him
The penalty for public disorder is one night in prison, so he technically served his sentence.

>Keep him locked up
You can't think of anyone who would care if he doesn't come home today.

>>5679488
>>How are things going in town?
>>Release him

>>5679488
>Why do you drink if you know you can't handle it?
>How are things going in town?

>Release Him
>>Lightly throw him

>>5679673
>>5679896
You remain undecided for a moment whether to do it or not, and in the end curiosity wins.

>"Why do you drink if you know you can't handle it?"

The old man snorts, but he doesn't say anything.

When you're about to assume he's not going to talk, he decides to reveal the truth.

"I sometimes help the young mens who bring wood from the forest. These days there is someone new with them, a girl. I think she is daughter of friend of mine, but I'm not sure who." The old man tells you. "Me and her talk about everything and nothing. Sometimes she asks me for stories about the days when true kings ruled this land."

If the "hint" wasn't enough, his glare helps convey the subtle fact that he doesn't like the new management.

Which is fine. If the kingdom needed an old drunk to keep it going, it would have all gone to hell years ago.

"She sometimes brings me a sweet juice that she makes. I always try to tell her that I'm not good with alcohol, but she wins over me, so nice. We talk all night and then I end here." Explains the old man.

You smile. "You should be careful with those bad companies."

"Say a dog like you that surely don't knows what a woman's company is..." The old man answers, irritated.

>"So, how are things going in town?"
You try to change the subject of the conversation before you are forced to beat him up.

He starts to laugh. "The best, kid! Living of the leftovers, watching everything fall to pieces. The damn goblins live better than us. Every year that we don't meet the quota, they take our young men to die in ditch somewhere."

"As it should be. The security of the kingdom is-" You start, but he cuts you off.

"Go to hell with you, your kingdom and that cursed foreign witch!"

Apparently deciding not to speak anymore, the man lowers his head and leans back against the wall.

Part of you wants to leave him to rot here, but suddenly an idea crosses your mind.

Opening the cell's door, taking him by the waist and taking him under your arm like a sack, you carry him between shouts and insults all the way to the gates of the fortress.

The goblins guarding the entrance grin madly as they open the doors, knowing what you're about to do.

Grabbing him by the collar of his dirty shirt and his pants, you toss it just like a tavern owner would to an unruly customer.

Not hard enough to hurt him, but hard enough to make him remember it.

"And don't come back!" You say as you close the doors.

The goblins are laughing their ass off, and you feel better now that you've taken out the trash.

What now?

>Choose

>Fix this place.
The goblins are dead in their feets for today, so if you want to keep working, you would have to do it.

>Train.
You can try to train or practice tactics.

>Go to town.
See how things are.

>Talk with someone.
Try talking with the Boss.

>Go to your room
You can sleep or examine the room.

>>5680094
>Go to your room
Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.

Well be more productive rested, and we'll have our gobbos restored and ready to help us with whatever we wanna' do.

>>5680094
>>Go to town.

May as well take a look

>>5680094
>Go to town.

>>5680094

>Go to town.

>>5680114
>>5680131
>>5680196
>>5680216

>Choose

>Go in full armor
Completely protected than what any ordinary villager can throw at you.
Everyone will know what you are.

>Go with your casual clothes.
Totally a random traveler, nothing to see here.
If you are up against something dangerous, you will be in a bad position.

>>5680233
>Go with your casual clothes.

>>5680233
>Go in full armor

>>5680233
>>Go in full armor

>>5680233
>>Go with your casual clothes.

>>5680233
>Go with your casual clothes

>>5680233

>Go in full armor

I don’t think we’re a subtle guy here

>>5680233
>>Go in full armor

>>5680233
>Go in full armor

>>5680233
>Go with your casual clothes.

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>>5680242
>>5680244
>>5680258
>>5680273
>>5680277
>>5680283
>>5680295
>>5680303
>>5680368
(Blue = Wall
Yellow = Houses
Orange = Abandoned Houses
Red = Stone Building)

It might be reasonable to go through town to see what you're dealing with.

Deciding to go armed just in case, you tell the Boss your plans to leave the castle.

"Don't die like a fool." The goblin warns you, already preparing to sleep.

Going through the gates and following the dirt road, your gaze goes to the town that rests in the valley. In the evening light it looks like a ghost town.

When you leave the main road and take the route to the town, you take note of the small and collapsed stone wall that surrounds it. It seems that someone has tried to repair it these days.

In front of the entrance to the town there are a couple of men watching.

Noticing your presence, they quickly get up, putting their hands on their waists looking for their weapons, surely knifes, but when they notice the marks on your shield and armor, they resign themselves to sit and watch you as you walk by.

Passing a couple of houses you arrive at a central square. You decide to stop here and look around.

When you passed by in the morning you calculated by eye that there shouldn't be more than twenty-seven houses here, and you weren't that much wrong. But neither did you contemplate that some of them could be abandoned.

Now that night is approaching, most of people are in their houses, with some curious looking at you from their windows, which makes it easier to tell which houses are empty. Some don't have doors while anothers have whole chunks of wall missing.

The dirt and garbage on the streets that you saw in the distance is present, although fortunately there is no shit lying around.

It is interesting how in the doors are hung with pieces of metal in the shape of birds.

Technically it is a very serious crime to be part of a cult without the approval and constant supervision of the kingdom. The line between simple superstition and idol worshiping is nebulous however, but the kingdom is kind and so as long as you only think of them as simple charms you, your family, all your friends and acquaintances will live to see another day.

Another thing that catches your eye is a stone building that stands out among the wooden houses. Maybe it's where they keep the grain and things like that.

What should you do now?

>Just walk around.
See what you can find.

>Gathers the people in the central square.
It's almost night, so you'll probably bother more than one.

>Try to talk to someone.
Try to find out who runs things here.
Talk to anyone.

>Go back.
Nothing to do here.

>Other

>>5680389

Check out the stone building? No doubt the bird cultists have an awful bird-freak in there.

>>5680392
+1

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>>5680392
>>5680401
Suspicion and uncertainty begin to envelop your mind the more you look at the large stone building.

Everyone knows that remote towns have secrets, and in the city bars there were always stories of witches' covens, monsters using skin suits and sacrifices to evil gods practiced in the farthest corners of the kingdom.

With your axe and shield in hand, you begin to head towards the building, ignoring the dark gazes of the residents.

When you reach the reinforced doors of the building, you take a moment to collect yourself.

You are here to investigate. If you are lucky, will find illegal material or some embarrassing secret among the hay and grain. If there was a monster in the town, everything around here would only be ashes.

With one kick you open the doors and face the unknown!

>Rolling time!

Roll 1d100
Best of three
DCs 65/85

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>5680426

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>5680426

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>5680426

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>>5680598

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>>5680431
>>5680438
>>5680598

You jump into action, ready for anything...!

And you fall face down on the floor.

You quickly get up and look around.

No one see you. Perfect.

A few tools here and there, and stacks upon stacks of seed sacks.

Luckily there are no feathered abominations trying to kill you (none that you can see at least).

Feeling silly, you decide to look there just in case.

You move a couple of sacks that are in an odd position, expecting to find a secret stairway to a basement, but only find a stone floor.

When you're about to leave you notice the strange column in the middle that doesn't connect to the ceiling.

Investigating more carefully, you realize that it is not a column.

This thing is a battering ram

You walk around it, not believing what your eyes see.

What is this doing here? Did villagers find this-?

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Rolled 39, 37 + 20 = 96 (2d100 + 20)

>>5680722

Something fall behind you, and try to jump at you!

Roll 1d100+30
Best of three
Your rolls aganst mines

Rolled 91 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>5680724
Turn to meet

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>5680724

>>5680643
Redemption~

Rolled 18 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>5680724
Oh no! The bridman is real!

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>>5680741
>>5680749
>>5680759
For a moment, which could not have been more than a second but felt like an eternity, your mind was filled with images of nameless horrors, of feathers and claws attached to feet and arms, of beaks where there should be mouths.

With a roar that surprises even you, you spin around, sweeping your shield and swinging your fist, completely forgetting you have an ax in that hand.

Blind with anger and fear, you rant at the top of your lungs. "I WILL NOT DIE TODAY, EGG FUCKER! NOT TODAY!"

A human-sounding groan of pain makes you stop to take a closer look at your opponent.

No, is not the dreaded chicken-man. She looks like a young girl, though you can't get much under the cloak she covers herself with. She seems to be a bit confused after taking a nasty left hook from you.

On the ground lies a short sword.

"WHAT'S GOING ON HERE-?" You demand answers, but the girl soon stands up and pulls out a dagger.

She's still a bit dizzy from the blow, but you know well that if you don't care this could end badly for you.

>Choose

>Use the blade of the axe.
You don't know what's going on and you don't like that, so you'll end this now and go back to the safety of the castle.

>Use the back of the axe.
You don't know what's going on and you don't like that, so you will try to get answers.

>Run away.
You don't know what's going on and you don't like that, so you will try to go back to the safety of the castle.

>>5680806
>Flat of the Axe
Bring to safety of Castle while ko'd, learn more

>>5680806
>>Use the back of the axe.

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Rolled 79, 52 + 20 = 151 (2d100 + 20)

>>5680819
>>5680827

You lunge with your ax held high to end this fight!

Roll 1d100+30
Best of three
Your rolls aganst mines

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>5680832

Rolled 23 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>5680832
Obviously a shapeshifting chicken-an in disguise, but we have ways of making them squawk.

Rolled 5 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>5680832

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>>5680884
>>5680870
>>5680838
>these rolls

Rolled 38 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>5680832
Damn these other guys sure suck at rolling

>>5680886
Bo3, anon.

Rolled 58 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>5680838
>>5680870
>>5680884
Your attacks are deflected with more grace than you ever expected her to possess.

From one moment to the next she breaks through and manages to throw a few thrusts at you!

Lucky you have your shield!

Roll 1d100+65
One roll
Your roll aganst mine

Rolled 61 + 65 (1d100 + 65)

>>5680901
URAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

Rolled 62 + 65 (1d100 + 65)

>>5680901

Rolled 80, 29 + 20 = 129 (2d100 + 20)

>>5680910
With a bash, you push her off you. It is her posture that is open to attack now!

You can't help but notice how screams can be heard around town now. Whatever's going on, staying here could more time can be dangerous.

Roll 1d100+30
Best of three
Your rolls aganst mines

Rolled 90 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>5680927

Rolled 67 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>5680927

Rolled 52 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>5680927

>>5680929
>>5680931
>>5680947
With grace, speed, and cunning, the assassin moves between your blows like a fish swimming through the current. She even takes a moment to laugh at you.

Angrier than you've ever been in your life, you pounce on her and squeeze her into a bear hug.

All joy drains from her face as her bones bend under your power. Over the sound of her muffled screams you can hear the dagger fall to the ground.

You quickly throw her against a wall and hit her on the head with the ax before she can pull another trick up her sleeve.

Her unconscious body falls to the ground.

Still with the excitement of the fight running through your veins, you look outside.

There is a group of villagers, maybe seven, carrying shovels, clubs and axes heading your way.

You have to go now. Maybe they are involved in this. They are not soldiers, many of them are elderly in fact, but no fight where you are outnumbered is a fight you want to be in.

But first there is the issue of the battering ram...

>Choose

>Throw a torch into the building.
Destroys the weapon.
If the villagers are not involved, you will have wasted kingdom resources and they will be doomed.

>Just run with the girl.
You risk that someone use the weapon.

>>5680969
>Just run with the girl.

>>5680969
>Just run with the girl

>>5680969
>>5680971
+1

>>5680971
>>5680975
>>5680977
You run through the streets with the unconscious girl on your shoulder.

Ignoring the main path by which you came to the village, you run up the hillside, passing through one of the holes in the stone wall.

Your legs start to ache when you see the fortress gates, still visible thanks to the last rays of the sun. Looking back you can see how some villagers are following you.

Finally reaching the fortress, you scream at the top of your lungs to be let in.

When the doors open you immediately jump inside, yelling for them to close them and reinforce with whatever they can find. Quickly you go to the right building, running past the dormitories and almost falling down the stairs, until you reach the cells and carelessly throw with the girl inside.
After locking the door, you run outside. There the Boss and almost goblins wait for you, all the armed but confused.

"W'at's going on wit' you?" The big goblin asks you, a mace on his shoulder.

"I went to the village, they attacked me, I had to escape." You answer between gasps.

The Boss gets angry. "I told you not to do anything stupid! You're safe here, just wait until morning and I'll clean up the mess."

"You do not understand." You manage to catch your breath. "They have a battering ram."

The face of all the goblins turns pale. Immediately the Boss starts giving orders left and right, yelling and cursing at the top of his lungs.

While goblins run around like headless chickens, you plan your next move.

>Choose

>Stand over the gate to throw javelins at the invaders.
Good position to attack, but if the door falls the enemies will block your only exit.

>Stand at the door.
If they enter, you can fight them with the goblin's help.

>Take cover in the hall with the Boss.
The best defensible area if all else fails, but you'll be trapped and they can run free through the castle.

>>5681013
>Stand over the gate to throw javelins at the invaders.
[REDACTED] is our name, and throwing stuff is our game!

>>5681013
>>Stand over the gate to throw javelins at the invaders.

>>5681013
>Stand over the gate to throw javelins at the invaders.

>>5681013
>>Stand over the gate to throw javelins at the invaders.
Best for a dramatic entrance

>>5681020
>>
>>5681023
>>5681024
>>5681062
You decide to go up the ladder to climb the wall.

A pair of goblins accompany you, armed with sacks filled with stones.

You wait, watching the road as darkness begins to take over the landscape.

Just when you start to think that the villagers are reconsidering the whole idea of following you, a torchlight procession emerges from the village, follows the path and heading towards the fortress.

When you do manage to catch details, your mood drops even more than you thought that was possible.

The battering ram is there, being pulled by four villagers. Around them are three men carrying planks of wood and rustic spears. But that's not what catches your attention the most.

Leading them is a young man, wearing armor like you, a sword and an engraved metal shield. You are not well versed in the symbols of the noble houses, but everyone recognized the gray lion of House Alar. Particularly since it's death penalty to wear that emblem.

A rebel? Here? What's going on? You heard that they tried to get allies and start a shitshow in the south, but that was because there was an iron and gold mine there.

There's nothing of value here, just trees, poverty and goblin shit.

>Choose

>Let him come closer
Try to convince him that this is not worth it and to give up.

>Start attacking.
The guy is not only a traitor, but a fool too
>>Attack the villagers
They have no armor, any hit will put them down.
>>Attack the rebel
You will need a miracle directly from his Majesty's hand to hurt him, but you can try.

>>5681073
>Attack the villagers
Kill enough, and they'll break and flee. The gobs got anything we can set on fire and hurl at the battering ram?

>>5681077
There is fuel for torches somewhere, you can ask them to bring it.

There is also beer

>>5681085
HUMAN beer isn't usually very flammable. Not sure about goblin beer, though...

>>5681088
think of a concoction of mushrooms, dirty water, spoiled food and grime, and then you'll have an idea of what goblin beer generally is. Many times it doesn't even have alcohol.

Now imagine it all over you.

>>5681097
...
>Ask them to bring the beer
>Attack the villagers with the beer

Amending my earlier vote at >>5681077

>>5681073
>>Let him come closer
>Try to convince THE VILLAGERS that this is not worth it and to give up.

"Can't you lot see that this whoreson is ready and willing to get you lot killed for his own gain? We're up here and we've got rocks, you're down there and you have neither a roof nor armor to stop them. And for what? This shitpile? Some promise of wealth and glory? You lot leave the ram, leave the rebel, and go home and I'll do my best toget this all to blow over."

This rebel is likey a diehard, but the villagers certainly aren't.

If they say no...
>Wait until he gets close, then pelt him with rocks, that'll rattle him through his armor.
>If he doesn't, then pelt the villagers with rocks, focusing on the ram.

I'd rather not use the javelins unless he gets close enough for them to REALLY hurt.

>>5681100
>>5681099
>>5681097
...
Pelt the villagers with beer at first, if they don't fuck off, then get the rocks.

>>5681077
>>5681100
>>5681101
I get a sense a general idea of warning the villagers of what they are about to do, if they don't quit throw them goblin beer first, then rocks/javelins as well as try to set the ram on fire.

You all support this? you want to change some thing?

>>5681110
Support.

>>5681110
Sounds about right to me.

>>5681110
support

Rolled 40, 46, 17, 16, 2, 6, 54 = 181 (7d80)

>>5681115
>>5681116
>>5681120
You discreetly call out to the eight goblins below you and ask them to bring their beer and torch fuel.

Meanwhile you wait for the group of rebels to get close enough for them to hear you, being careful that the two goblins next to you don't attack too soon.

When you are sure that they will hear you, you rise from your position with a firm posture.

"HEAR MY VOICE, CITIZENS! ANY LIE THE TRAITOR HAS BEEN SELLING YOU IS FALSE, NO MATTER HOW SWEET IT SOUNDS! I BRING YOU THE HARD TRUTH, IF YOU KEEP ON WITH THIS MADNESS, EVEN IF YOU WIN, EVERYTHING YOU CALL YOURS AND PRECIOUS WILL BE DESTROYED!"

You point your finger to the rebel. "IF YOU LEAVE IT NOW, YOU AND YOUR FAMILIES WILL LIVE!"

Roll 1d100+15
Best of three
Your rolls aganst mines

Like the rolls aganst the goblins, you need to win half or more of my rolls to make them stop and think about this.

Rolled 41 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>5681160

Rolled 28 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>5681160

>>5681160

Rolled 95 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>5681185
>>5681160
let's try that again stupid capital D on "dice"

Rolled 46, 87 = 133 (2d100)

>>5681172
>>5681177
>>5681186
The boy is enraged when he sees how the procession slows down at your words.

Standing in front of them and posing like the heroes of old, he began his own speech.

"I know you're scared, my patriots! I know you're scared and want to flee, back home, to your families! But don't think for a second that monster over there would forgive you for showing the courage to oppose his corrupt tyranny!" He barked passionately, looking at each man. "This is not only for you, it is for all those who have suffered in these years, for all the children separated from their families, for all the abuses towards our lands and traditions!"

"Today I say enough! Enough of their whips! Enough of their deceit! What are they going to do tonight, stay here without doing anything or fight for the honor of this land?!"

These are his rolls

Rolled 28, 34, 27, 19, 53, 55, 45 + 10 = 271 (7d80 + 10)

>>5681188
And these are the ones of the farmers

+10 because the >>5681186 roll

>>5681190
Writhing

>>5681193
The procession begins to speed up again, to your misfortune. they are still scared, but now that fear is what drives them.

Thrice cursed brat.

A hand on your thigh makes you look down.

It seems the goblins came back with the things you asked for.

You now have three stinky leather bags of what you assume to be goblin beer and a jar filled with a black liquid.

You never expected such a vision to fill you with peace of mind one day.

Following your plan, you prepare to throw the bags at the guys pushing the ram.

Roll 1d100+30
Three rolls
Each roll is a throw

DCs: 50/100
Normally with a weapon, 50 is hit and 100 is a kill, but since this is not a weapon 50 blinds them in combat and 100 knocks them out off combat.

Rolled 47 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>5681203

Rolled 92 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>5681203

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>5681203

>>5681208
>>5681210
>>5681214
You carefully take the bags and trace in your mind the trajectory you want.

Your first shot lands on one of the guys pushing the ram. You can see in his face how he is already regretting his decisions.

As the boy tries to instruct the villagers to put their wooden planks up to protect them, you score another shot at the guy next to your previous victim.

Apparently he opened his mouth to say something, because when the bag slammed into his face, he quickly abandoned formation and flung himself to the side of the road, vomiting all the way.

The last shot wasn't quite as satisfying, but it got the job done as he landed on one of the men holding the wooden planks. His partner has to take his arm so he doesn't fall.

>Results:
-A villager out of combat.
-Two are dead weight in a fight.

As much as you'd like to celebrate, things haven't gotten much better. Now they are at the gates, preparing to charge. The goblins at your side have their rocks at hand.

What do you want to do?

>Use the jar of torches's fuel.
>>Throw it into the ram
The fire will not destroy the siege weapon outright, but it will prevent them from using it effectively.
>>Throw it to the villagers
Without armor and armed with wooden planks and torches, you may leave more than one out of the fight.
>>Throw it to the rebel.
He might dodge it, but if he stops it with the shield you will have remove that protection.

>Use the javelins.
>>Target the villagers
If you manage to get past his protection, you will most likely leave them out of combat .
>>Aim for the rebel.
With metal shield and armor, it would be very difficult, but no impossible.

>>5681610
>Use the jar of torches's fuel.
>>>Throw it into the ram
>The fire will not destroy the siege weapon outright, but it will prevent them from using it effectively.

Then we're effectively immune to assault from up here and can keep pelting them/yelling at them to fuck off to our heart's content

>>5681610
>>Throw it into the ram
Fire vs wood not good

>>5681667
>>5681708
All right

>>5681610
>Throw it into the ram

>>5681841
Sorry, I forgot to write.

Roll 1d100+30
One roll

DCs: 50/100
If you pass the first DC, the ram catches on fire, if you pass the second you will hurt the villagers.

Rolled 96 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>5681845

Rolled 4 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>5681845

>>5681848
Nice

>>5681848
Grabbing the jar with both hands, you quickly toss it between the wooden planks. Luck smiles at you when you hit not only the siege weapon, but also the two guys you don't hit with the beer bags.

When one of the villagers jumped as he was hit by the sticky black substance, he also hit his companion who was holding the wooden plank, causing him to drop his torch.

The boy's face as he watches the torch move through the air out of his grasp, out of his control, is downright hilarious.

When the fire touches the incendiary mixture, a large ball of fire consumes the the ram and the two men. The victims of fire quickly run out onto the grass, rolling uselessly.

>Result
-Two villagers out of combat.

Still, that doesn't stop the two remaining mens. With all the force they can muster, they smash the gates with the battering ram.

The doors creak, but don't fall.

Instead of going through the door in one nice swoop, they would have to hit again.

>Choose.

>You
>>Target the villagers
If you manage to get past their protection, you will most likely leave them out of combat .
>>Aim for the rebel.
With metal shield and armor, it would be very difficult, but no impossible.

>The goblins
>Target the villagers.
If they're lucky, they can leave them out of combat
>>Aim for the rebel
If they're lucky, they might hurt the hand that's holding the shield.

Villagers forces:
In total: 7
Out of combat: 3
Hurt: 2

>>5681890
>The goblins
>Target the villagers.
They're right below us, even the gobs won't fuck it up.

>You
>>Aim for the rebel.
Even if we hit his armor, we're breaking a rib or two considering we're huge AND good at throwing.

>>5681925
Supporting!

>>5681890

>>5681925
>>5681943
Rolling for the goblins

Roll 1d60+15
Two rolls
Each roll is a throw

DC:50

Rolled 37 + 15 (1d60 + 15)

>>5681971

Rolled 4 + 15 (1d60 + 15)

>>5681925

>>5681977
>>5681996
Now your roll.

Roll 1d100+30
One roll

DC: 50/100
50 you leave his arm sore, 100 and you will leave it useless.

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>5681999

>>5681977
>>5681996
>>5682006
As they prepare to charge again, your goblins attack.

The first shot hits one of the remaining villagers in the leg, forcing him to drop the wooden plank that protect him. It's the perfect opportunity for another shot to hit him in the head, but the other goblin misses.

You are not doing better.

Seeing an opportunity to damage your opponent through the shield, you throw a big rock at the rebel. Unfortunately he just steps aside, completely dodging your attack.

While that was happening, the two guys behind the non-flaming wheel of the ram push again.

With a crash, the sound of cracking wood resounds in your ears.

Enemies quickly get under the door, making it impossible for you to hit them from above while they finish breaking the door.

You decide to go down to fight with the eight goblins, against the invaders.

But from where?

>From behind.
You can attack with your javelins, but you will have to wait until all the goblins are dead to fight.

>From the front.
You will be fighting face to face with everyone, but you will have two goblins supporting you.

>>5682021
>From behind.
Leverage that +30

>>5682021

>From behind.

>>5682021
>From the front.
Are we really more cowardly than a goblin?

>>5682021
>>From behind.

>>5682021
>From the front.
they may be goblins but they are still our men

>>5682026
>>5682036
>>5682054
>>5682069
>>5682073

Withing

Rolled 12, 7, 46 = 65 (3d80)

>>5682075
The gates swing open from side to side, admitting three villagers armed with sticks and makeshift spears, with another and the rebel on their back.

The goblins in front of you get into position and prepare themself for the attack.

>Roll 1d60+10
Your first roll vs my first roll
Your second roll vs my second roll
Your third roll vs my third roll

The last roll will have a -20 because he is still affected by the goblin beer.

Rolled 16 + 10 (1d60 + 10)

>>5682088

Rolled 27 + 10 (1d60 + 10)

>>5682088

Here you go boss

Rolled 11 + 10 (1d60 + 10)

>>5682088

>>5682092
>>5682093
>>5682099
-2 Villagers
-1 Goblin

Now your roll.

Roll 1d100+30

DCs: 50/100

Rolled 51 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>5682104

>>5682104
>>5682106
Writhing

Rolled 73 + 20 (1d80 + 20)

The first to attack is the villager on the right, attacking with a spear.

He does not calculate the distance well and ends up nailing it to the ground.

His opponent isn't so rude, and he manages to plunge his spear into the villager's neck.

In the middle, a similar case occurs when the invader raises his stick to hit the goblin with all his might, but the goblin is faster and cuts the goblin's stomach open with a knife.

Seeing the success of his comrades, the third goblin became confident, rushing at his opponent with his knife raised.

His opponent is one of the ones you mowed down with goblin beer, which prevents him from seeing straight, but that doesn't stop him from punching the goblin out of the air and finishing the job when he splits its head open with his club.

He doesn't have time to think about his feat, because before he knows it, one of your javelins goes through his leg. He immediately falls to the ground.

You have finished off the first enemy wave.

In front of you now stands the rebel and the last villager.

Roll 1d60

One goblin vs the villager
Two aganst the rebel

This roll of mine is the villager

Rolled 88, 23 + 30 = 141 (2d100 + 30)

>>5682122
And this is the rebels rolls

>>5682122
That is a -20 no a +20 sorry

Rolled 54 (1d60)

>>5682125
You have to roll it as "dice+1d80+-20". Yes, it's weird.

>>5682122
Rolling!

I still need two more 1d60

>>5682128
Nice roll

Rolled 19 (1d60)

>>5682135

Rolled 49 (1d60)

>>5682135

>>5682140
>>5682147
Thenks.

See you all tomorrow

The first to attack is the last villager.

Showing more skill than you thought a simple peasant could display, he leaps into battle and stabs forward with his spear, using the full weight of his body in the attack.

His vision isn't as good as his ability, however. Aiming to his opponent's right, the goblin manages to deflect his spear with his own.

Unable to stop his advance, the farmer dies impaling himself on his enemy's spear.

Now only the rebel remains.

The two goblins in front of him go on the offensive, willing to do anything to end this.

The first goblin ends up with his head severed before he can react.

The second tries to dodge the attack but is too slow and ends up being cut in two.

The remaining five goblins take a step back to stand in a more compact position.

The rebel ignores them, his gaze is fixed on you.

>Choose

>Charge the offensive with the goblins.
You will have a greater chance to overwhelm your opponent, but also to get hurt.

>Command the goblins to attack.
If you're lucky they might hurt your opponent enough that fighting him afterwards won't be so hard.

>>5682463
>Charge the offensive with the goblins.

>>5682463
>>Charge the offensive with the goblins.

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Rolled 75, 82 + 30 = 187 (2d100 + 30)

>>5682467
>>5682503
Facing your soldiers, you raise your shield and charge at the traitor!

Roll 1d100+80 (Each goblin is a +10)
Best of three
Your rolls agans't mine.

Rolled 54 + 80 (1d100 + 80)

>>5682562

Rolled 33 + 80 (1d100 + 80)

>>5682562

Rolled 73 + 80 (1d100 + 80)

>>5682562

Rolled 40, 74 + 70 = 184 (2d100 + 70)

>>5682565
>>5682576
>>5682600

You and your goblins get under his defense, now is time for take the shield away!

That won't be easy however.

Roll 1d100+80
Best of three

Rolled 31 + 80 (1d100 + 80)

>>5682607

Rolled 49 + 80 (1d100 + 80)

>>5682607

Rolled 3 + 80 (1d100 + 80)

>>5682607

Rolled 21, 80 + 30 = 131 (2d100 + 30)

>>5682611
>>5682615
>>5682638

It seems that your opponent demands that you fight more skillfully.

Roll 1d100+80
Best of three

Rolled 4 + 80 (1d100 + 80)

>>5682650

Rolled 29 + 80 (1d100 + 80)

>>5682650
Bonk

Rolled 72 + 80 (1d100 + 80)

>>5682650

Rolled 57 + 70 (1d100 + 70)

>>5682667
>>5682690
>>5682701
Once again, a last push!

Roll 1d100+80
One roll

Rolled 1 + 80 (1d100 + 80)

>>5682712

>>5682701
Nice!

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>>5682714
...Not nice.

Rolled 1, 98 + 30 = 129 (2d100 + 30)

>>5682714
Lol

You fucked up, now you lose your axe.

Roll to avoid losing a goblin too
Roll 1d100+80
Best of three.

Rolled 47 + 80 (1d100 + 80)

>>5682730

>>5682730
1 for a 1

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>5682730

Rolled 10 + 80 (1d100 + 80)

>>5682735
Fistfight time!

>>5682730

Rolled 7 + 70 (1d100 + 70)

>>5682734
>>5682746
>>5682757

Time for end this!

ORAORAORA!

Roll 1d100+80

>>5682766
One roll

Rolled 86 + 80 (1d100 + 80)

>>5682766
ITS USELESS

>>5682783
Glorious anon, glorious.

The siege ended, the fight ended.

You win.

Thenks to everyone, I will see you all tomorrow.

WWWA4