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To Lucian the Barrow,

It has been one year since you have isolated yourself at the highest heights of Count Remon’s towers. Hiding yourself from my steel and brotherhood who have sworn an oath of vengeance for your transgressions.

I have heard your suggestions that I, Heir to Bordeleaux and Aquitaine, should divide the credit with you that I am properly owed. I stand by my tale, for your strike only came after my lance lifted the orc off its feet and drove its soul to whatever damned gods that it worships.

Your treaty I do admit gave me quite a laugh. For such a fact I have sent with the courier a bottle of wine that was made by this new estate.

In addition to that I give you an ultimatum. Face me in the courtyard of my manor or be chased across both Bretonnia and the Empire. I shall know when you leave and to where you shall be going, so do not think myself and my comrades will not track your trail.

- Prince Gillot of Bordeleaux

Lucian looked at the most recent letter that was sent to him by his rival, Prince Gillot of Bordeleaux. The text, no less immaculate as the first text that he received from the warrior-prince, clearly showed that the Prince still held the grudge like a Dwarf.

The last letter Lucian had sent was an olive branch. An attempt to bring reconciliation between the two of them before Lucian embarked upon his journey across both Bretonnia and likely the Empire.

At his side were three books, each a single one of its kind within the library of Remon. The Count was never much of a reader and only had such a collection because of his late grandfather. Lucian understood that the complete collection was split among heirs, and then split again. Thus these three books the Errant Knight had were the only ones that spoke in some knowledge of either Vampires or Nagash.

Nagash, first Necromancer and the creator of the Vampire plague that sat at the corners of the earth. From the books it spoke of a man who lived in the southern regions, in a place known as Araby where the dead walked among the sand dunes of their once glorious empire.

An empire that Nagash had extinguished underneath his lich-tainted hands.

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Lucian moved the books over and dabbed his quill in the ink. His hand however did not touch the parchment that the coming letter would be made from. Instead the Knight reached over and examined one of the bottles.

The color was a red, though far lighter than the grape red that many around Bretonnia would have been used to. However such a shade was perfect when looking at a Raspberry Wine. There was nothing else it could have been in the eyes of Lucian as he picked up the drink and poured himself a small glass.

Drinking alone was something that Lucian did not do commonly. For the last several months he had either drinked with Remon or Adok, on the occasion he did so with Emelina. The first two were hard at work, Remon to his realm and Adok putting the runes upon the new set of armor that he was making for Lucian.

Emelina was not here because she was just betrothed to another man and was spending time with him. It stung a little, Lucian thought honestly, but realized that their relationship was an attempt by Remon’s brother to marry off his only daughter to someone he knew would respect her. Lucian had failed to fall for her, yet the two had sparked a friendship that the Peasant Knight would not have dreamed of two years ago.

At his side was a letter to her. Lucian understood that it was not wise to be sending letters to a woman who was to be wedded to another, yet none could stop him. In addition to that Lucian’s writings were such that her Husband would understand their relationship quickly upon investigation.

Right now the practice was one that helped him write better, smoother, and with true artistry that he lacked from two decades of ignorance. Once he leaves it will have another purpose, to tell those from beyond what adventures he was going to have.

Looking back upon the letter that Lucian had received from the Prince, it was something he considered even for him. Lucian wondered after this previous year’s worth of writing if the Prince really had the same fire within his stomach as before to kill Lucian or that he truly was complacent.

Sipping the wine, he could not really say. Mocked on one hand and rewarded on the other. Truly the boy had within his veins the becoming of a great and righteous duke if he stopped this petulance. As one of the books put it, Lucian read, the boy was clouded by trying to do great things instead of recognizing the great many things he could do in the now.

>Agree to this duel
>Ride off without notice
>Let him know where Lucian is going, like demented travel companions.

>>5779156
>Let him know where Lucian is going, like demented travel companions.
I have to pick this one, it's too funny

>>5779156
>Let him know where Lucian is going, like demented travel companions.
This is not a good idea but I want to see the Gillot redemption arc through Lucian's journey.

>>5779156
>Let him know where Lucian is going, like demented travel companions
Where in the world is lucian of verac?
I imagine gillot arriving just in time to see lucian cross a river after slaying a necromancer

>>5779156
>>Let him know where Lucian is going, like demented travel companions.
is the wine good?

>>5779156
>Let him know where Lucian is going, like demented travel companions
I'll be honest, my first thought was going out to duel him and just letting him whack us until he gets tuckered out, that is unless she can't control the emotions boiling out from within and kisses us after revealing that "Gillot" is really Gillian
THATS RIGHT, THE ROGUE SHITPOSTER IS BACK

>>5779306
I guarantee you, if Machine does not in fact make that canon to the quest. I will be severely disappointed in his shitposting, verily I say.
>Let him know where Lucian is going, like demented travel companions.

>>5779156
>>Let him know where Lucian is going, like demented travel companions.
This is so funny. Write the destination in dwarvish runes.

>>5779442
100% write a post script in Dwarvish but make it a bill for renting out the space our home took up or the time he's wasted by challenging our honour. Really something that would make whatever Dwarf he's hired to translate not like him

>>5779156
>Tell him where we are going.
>Write something stupid in dwarvish like
"I hope you didnt spend too much time translating this"

>>5779156
>Let him know where Lucian is going, like demented travel companions.
Honestly? I can't not choose this, purely for the brazen implication of "whatever dawg".

>>5779480
>>5779156 #
>Let him know where Lucian is going, like demented travel companions

Gil gonna have a best friend. Whether he likes it or not.

>>5779156
>>Let him know where Lucian is going, like demented travel companions.

Would it be anyone else, that would cost us honor coins.
But we don't accept duel request from peasants, right?

https://pastebin.com/Q2QQ4CQE
Unofficial pastebin

>>5779442
>supporting the dwarven rune idea
>>5779156
>Let him know where Lucian is going, like demented travel companions.

>>5779442
>supporting the dwarven rune idea
>>5779156
>Let him know where Lucian is going, like demented travel companions.

https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2023/5742568/

Got this all done.

>>5779156
>>Agree to this duel
It s time

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Lucian grew a smile as he placed the paper back onto the table. He would not be writing his response yet for he needed to know some more information about where he was going to go. After all, he was going to be traveling towards lands unknown without a point to travel towards. Really the Peasant Knight needed time for himself to figure out in which direction he was going to go.

Rising from his chair Lucian made his way through the castle. All about the walls were murals and pieces of artwork that covered the lime-coated walls. They were of varying levels of neatness and perfection with the better kinds being closer to the courthouse. Other walls were still bare, lacking both the painting and the lime white that made them able.

It was pleasing to the eyes let the walls be covered in art or simple stone masonry.

Walking out to the front Lucian watched as a courier ran past him. The Peasant looking as if he was being chased by Banshees. Morrslieb though did not hang in the sky as Lucian studied the rally grounds between the castle and the walls which made it so formidable.

Lucian walked a path that he walked weekly. Many times he had to travel it for both measurements and to inspect the work that had been done. Never before had the Knight been disatisfied with the work of Adok and he knew today was the final dedication.

The smell of coal came into Lucian’s nose as he caught sight of the forge. He could hear the fires roaring as the contraption that Adok had installed into the forge made the fires become as hot as the sun in the sky.

The forge was an open place, the walls being torn down so that Adok could better improve the forge by his own hands. The rhythmic hitting of the hammer caused the very winds themselves to shutter. Sparks that Lucian would swear to have been magic flew as the Dwarf turned to face his companion.

“You finished reading the letter? We gotta go teach him a lesson?” The Dwarf asked as he gave a devious smile.

“I’ve decided that we will head out immediately.” Lucian answered with a cheer, “And I will be sending him some letters in case he wishes to follow. No reason we cannot accept the help.”

“Ha, so we might as well get it cleared along the way.” The Dwarf laughed with his own cheer, “Well be sure to smack him in the head when he finally makes it.”

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The two gave hearty laughs as the Dwarf gave a nod to the side, “Well there’s your armor, what you think?”

The Black Knight turned to see the armor that he would be wearing from his day onwards. The first thing that struck him was just how dark the dwarf was able to get the armor without using any dyes. It was accented all over with pieces of gold that were gathered at the behest of Adok.

Of these pieces of metal Lucian noticed that there were prominent runes upon the frame. At the center of it was a powerful rune that Lucian could not help but notice.

It radiated with power that was beyond what Lucian could have ever believe. He knew in an instant that this rune was different from the magic that was used by the Damsel and Vampire, yet it was in the same thread as the others.

A declaration, that was the closest way to describe this rune. A declaration upon the world that was so firm that none could deny its power.

“Its… amazing.” Lucian admitted as he gazed upon it.

“Aye it is and you can feel it too. Runecraft is not for the faint of heart Lucian for it contains the powers of the Ancestor Gods.” Declared Adok as he walked next to the armor, “It is said that the weapons of the Gods, who have a single powerful rune embedded upon them, can kill Dawi who are not sanctified to touch them. With my skill the Rune there has weight beyond simple world itself. It is a marker upon both the winds of magic and the core of the earth itself.”

“So… you are trying to mimic a Rune of the Gods?”

“I am not that arrogant.” Adok announced firmly, “Even if I could, you will die trying to handle it! In time I can make more runes or even greater ones, but first you need to get used to this one.”

With the explanation made Lucian looked upon the Rune presented with focus. His eyes studying it for the meaning it held.

>Dork; Tall, Giant, Unstoppable
>Karafrak; The Defence of a Fortress, Durand
>Drengi; Vengeance, Death, Atonement, Slayergod Grimnir

>>5780302
>Karafrak; The Defence of a Fortress, Durand

>Drengi; Vengeance, Death, Atonement, Slayergod Grimnir

Because this is our oath.
One that a thousand slayers have chiseled into their souls like rock. This vampire will die.

>>5780302
>Vengence.

Our faith is our shield. Our wroth is our drive.

>>5780302
>>Drengi; Vengeance, Death, Atonement, Slayergod Grimnir

>>5780302
>Drengi; Vengeance, Death, Atonement, Slayergod Grimnir
GRUDGE GRUDGE GRUDGE GRUDGE

>>5780302
>Drengi; Vengeance, Death, Atonement, Slayergod Grimnir
Sponsored b the Book of Grudges

>>5780355
>>5780302
>support

>>5780302
>Drengi; Vengeance, Death, Atonement, Slayergod Grimnir
God that is really synching up in several ways with Adok saying Lucian reminded him of Slayers. Imagine riding up to Adok's dwarf settlement in this armor with this Rune glaring them in the face like the sun on a boiling day. When a castle lord comes down to see who wants to stay for the night

>>5780302
>Drengi; Vengeance, Death, Atonement, Slayergod Grimnir

>>5780302
>Drengi; Vengeance, Death, Atonement, Slayergod Grimnir
GRIFFITH
Now that im thinking about it, kill gillot immediately if he ever gets his hands on a behelit or other chaos corrupted stone

>>5780302
>Dork; Tall, Giant, Unstoppable

>>5780424
hope we don't get treated like one though as it's not pleasant, other than in the home of the slayer king

>>5780302
>Karafrak; The Defence of a Fortress, Durand

>>5780302
>>Drengi; Vengeance, Death, Atonement, Slayergod Grimnir

>>5780302
>Drengi; Vengeance, Death, Atonement, Slayergod Grimnir

Morr’s handyman

>>5780302

>Drengi; Vengeance, Death, Atonement, Slayergod Grimnir.

>>5780424
It will be pretty cool. I wonder if Nightshade will get a dark armor too

>>5780302
>Drengi; Vengeance, Death, Atonement, Slayergod Grimnir

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The rune had, at its very center, a stem that went from the bottom most part of the rune to near the top of it. There the rune parted into two, becoming a covering to the rest of it. Below that was another covering, the two ultimately becoming a sort of upside down handle to a pair of triangles that were axe blades.

It was the rune of dwarfen wrath and penance. Of atonement guaranteed through death. It was the rune of Drengi, the rune tied closely to the Slayer Berserker God Grimnir.

“Scared?” Adok joked as he stood next to Lucian, “Drengi is quite the rune and I thought it would be good to be your first one.”

“But that's the rune of Grimnir, the God of the Slayers.” Lucian said as he looked upon it cautiously, “Wouldn’t it be against your Gods for a human to wear it?”

“Ha, if that was the case, then Sigmar would never have been able to carry Gal Maraz!” Cheered the Dwarf with a laugh, “A great many slayers have had lives just like yours. I know of one who lost his entire village to the Raki and devoted his entire life to the destruction of their kind. I can still feel the runeaxe I made for him.”

“Does using the Rune summon the presence of Grimnir? Will he have sway?”

“I don’t really know.” The Dwarf admitted with a shrug, “The Runes are not magic, but something else. While this Rune is associated with the Ancestor God Grimnir it existed before him when it was discovered by Thungni before his cousin became the first Slayer and traveled towards the Chaos Gates.”

Lucian felt his stomach twist as he realized something, “You see that as my path?”

“You’re facing against the God of the Damned, of course I would think that.” Adok announced with a conviction that was clearly held firm by the hands of his soul.

Lucian weighed a thought within his mind before nodding, “I think you are right.”

“Good, now lets get this armor on you.” Adok announced as he moved forward and grabbed a boot from the suit.

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The armor settled upon Lucian with heft. He could feel the weight that Adok had so carefully placed throughout the body. The Black Armor that Lucian had worn before was simply that, armor from a Bretonnian Knight which was slightly modified and turned black. This armor, while originally being from the same pieces, had much more material in it that was not only forged but collected by a dwarf Blacksmith of immense skill.

However heavy it is the armor was still easily maneuvered. Plates of steel as thick as the palm of someone’s hand and yet Lucian could still mount and dismount Nightshade with this.

“Now is when the fun starts.” Declared Adok as he slipped the helm upon Lucian and latched it.

Those words might have scared Lucian yet he believed in the Gods that he was not going to die here. Morr would not let him die here at the hands of his fellow, not when there was monsters to slay in his name.

The next moment Lucian felt pain. An erupting pain that he woke up on the ground. It was such a sudden shock that the the Durand had been thrown off his feet. The rune that was at the center of Lucian’s chest was erupting with what must have been fire with how hot it felt lying there.

The world kept happening around Lucian but the Knight could not understand it. He felt his very soul being gripped by the talons of a power that he did not understand. It had quickly gone into his muscles and bones, threatening the tear out the tendons that were holding them together.

The closest Lucian could understand it was like a disease that his family always got. Their bodies were being stolen from them and turned into mush for the daemons within their flesh to conqure.

He would not let it, he would not let this rune turn him into a feeble bedridden creature. With a push of his will the Black Knight gave a yell all while throwing his hand against what he thought to be the ground. He could not understand there which direction he went but it was the wrong one.

With a twist of his body and another yell Lucian felt the giving of the forces that kept him upon the earth. Another exertion of strength gave him feeling in his knees and then his feet.

He would not fall to simple armor. Not until his grudge had been dealt with.

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“HAHAHA!” Lucian rose to his feet to the sound of Adok’s laughter.

Never before had he seen such an expression upon a person, let alone Adok. Where the Dwarf had been full of comradery and jovialness this time his face was tightened with a smile and wild eyes. Lucian would have called it completely foreign if he had not felt the burning fury that was Grimnir just a moment ago.

Dwarfen lust. He had read a tale that Dwarfs were near uncontrollable when it came to gold and such material was of the greatest import to their society. It was said that so treasure was it that they would murder and entire village if they had been swindled out of a single coin.

Such emotions, a near primal desire for gold that was on parity to a starving man wanting to eat, was for Adok seeing the power of his own work.

“You lived!” Cheered the Dwarf as he walked over and got Lucian to his feet, “Grimnir smiles upon you to even be standing right now.”

“By all the Gods above and those damned.” Lucian announced as he finally felt the earth once again, “My soul… I swear Adok… it aches.”

“It's your first Rune.” The Dwarf said as the alien smile was replaced with a much more normal one, “Give it a few days and you won’t even remember this happened. Just like our trainings together.”

Lucian had a greater understanding of what Adok was doing during those trainings. It was clear the pain that he was put through was not only about getting him better at wearing normal armor, but prepared to this very moment. Pain beyond what Lucian could imagine.

“Well we should see how it works.” Adok said as that demonic smile edged his mouth, “What you want to cut down first?”

>Goblins…
>BEASTMEN!
>We duel!

>>5781513
>BEASTMEN!
KILL

>>5781513
>BEASTMEN!

>>5781513
>BEASTMEN
Take some turnskin's skull, and crush it beneath our feet, For The Lady, For Morr, For Gazul, By the Slayer's Oath we shall vengeance against those that would cheat Death of its rightful due

>BEASTMEN!

>>5781513
>BEASTMEN!

>>5781513
>BEASTMEN!
While goblins are nothing to snuff at and could have dangerous things in their ranks (great spiders, more direwolves, shamans etc..), Beastmen are very dangerous, agile, wicked and strong. While also being supported by chaos. Great material for our training and experience, especially when we have to fight stronger undead or want to have a chance fighting vampires and chaos warriors.

>>5781513
>>BEASTMEN!

>>5781513
>BEASTMEN!
Adok smoking on that dark revenge pack

>>5781513
> BEASTMEN!

>>5781513

>BEASTMEN!

>>5781513
>>BEASTMEN!

>>5780302
>ainz ool gown You disgust me
>>BEASTMEN

>>5782687
>>5781513
>>BEASTMEN!
There

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It was a blood rage that was etching through his body, Lucian realized, for that was what Drengi was and were. Oath bound to a death at the hands of the enemy the followers of Grimnir had the ability to summon awesome strength that was beyond their own countenance and understanding. Of course they were still a select few of the Slayers who displayed such might yet it was clear that they couried the favor of their Warrior God like how a Lady Favors valorous knights.

It was this desire for battle, to see uin to one’s enemies, that caused Lucian to ride upon Nightshade through the forests of Bordeleaux. He had heard the reports from Remon that these creatures, Beastmen, had raided three villages and were growing in mass because of their carnage.

As they crossed into his lands the Count had decided to build a force to subjugate them. It was due to set out tomorrow with Lucian in tow yet now the youth could not remain.

“There they are!” Cheered Adok from the back of the wagon that was being pulled by Truffles. The Black Knight followed the armored finger of the dwarf to see the group of monsters assembled.

“FOR MORR, FOR THE LADY!” Declared Lucian without much care. His declaration being an affront to the Beastmen the creatures bellowed their own warcry before charging towards the two of them.

Without care of his personal safety Lucian urged Nightshade forward. The beast easily doing what its master wanted and with grace carried itself through the forest floor which would have troubled many horses like it.

Just like the Beastmen the horse was able to bend itself around trees without losing speed. The Beastmen who were upon either four or two legs gave roars as they advanced towards the lone Knight who foolishly charged them.

In a single slice Lucian killed the three closest. His strikes were not even the elegant strikes upon the neck and openings that he was used to, only a brutal strike through the stomach and spine that was the characteristic slaughter of the Slayers.

Such a show of brutality brought pause to the beastmen, to which only lasted until Lucian cut down another grouping of them.

By the time Adok arrived to the fight things were already in full swing.

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Blood flew everywhere as Lucian’s scythe caused a whirlwind of murder and mayhem. The creatures of Chaos, seeing a human coming upon them without care did not hesitate to come forward with their crude axes and maws held high to try and kill the Black Knight. Yet their axes fell upon the armor of Dwarfen make without making even a dent.

Lucian did not enjoy the blood of the battle, nor really the carnage. That was not what the rune that was burning upon his soul wanted him to commit his life to. It gave him might and strength that was beyond all and it ached to not satisfy its lust for the death of foes.

For that was what it needed to be used for. To kill the enemies of the Dwarfs. It came, in that respect, that the enemies of dwarfs were also the enemies of the rest of the world.

Nightshade stomped upon a corpse of a beastman and with a strike of the leash went for another herd of them. In a sudden movement a group of bestigors came from the nearby shrubbery with knives poised to dis deep into Lucian’s neck and shoulder plates.

With a simple movement of his shoulders and wrist the Knight was able to didge most of the hidden strikes. He allowed the one to sink him blade into the neckplate of the armor yet it did not even touch the skin that was underneath the armor. So thick it was that daggers were useless against his hide.

The Black Knight gave a twist of fury, sending blood across the field that killed a great many of the Bestigors that were upon him and causing the rest to flee.

Not many were not many large ones among this horde. Only creatures that were scrawny and malnorished even as they murdered so many peasants. He watched them all fleeing deeper into the forest towards places he could not see, the beastmen being of all sizes.

Some, Lucian realized, were children.

The Rune wanted to kill more of them, but the desire that was upon him was waning. If he wanted to Lucian could hold his blade back. After all he was already a ways from Adok.

>Chase down the Beastmen
>Hold the blade

>>5782698
>Chase down the Beastmen
They're not children, no matter how much they look like them, they're Given

>>5782698
>Chase down the Beastmen
The only good beastman is a dead beastman.

>>5782698
>Chase down the Beastmen
The adult beastmen we've slain were once children as well, yet they do nothing but rampage through the noble lands of Bretonnia.

>>5782698
>>Chase down the Beastmen, the women and the children too
Didn't Lucian watch goblin slayer???

>>5782698
>Chase down the beastmen
Every one of theirs that lives poses a further threat to humanity. This anon gets it>>5782727.

>Chase down the Beastmen
Death to the Enemies of the Lady, Morr Guards our soul!

>>5782698
>Chase down the Beastmen
These beastmen children will not find a new home were they will be accepted or learn how to be normal people.
It's a mercy to put them down.

For Grimniiirrrrrrr!

>>5782698
>>Chase down the Beastmen
kill them in the name of Morr !

>>5782698
>>Hold the blade

>>5782698
>>Chase down the Beastmen

>>5782698
It might be an ambush, but I don't think that matters.

>Chase down the beastmen

>>5782698

>Chase down the Beastmen.

I don't understand this choice. How many remains of partially devoured infant corpses did Lucian find in the destroyed villages? He should already know that the enemy has no mercy to give.

>>5783208
Me neither
I guess Verac was very very isolated for even knowledge like this ? Minor human settlements in the old world fight a lot against greenskins and beastmens usually. Dealing with a few of their kind, small raids, skirmishes and small battles is pretty much essential. A part of life.
Otherwise passes enough time and minor settlement become no problem to deal with for rapidly growing warbands of greenskins and beastmens, instead : easy source of food, equipment, slaves and sacrifices.

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The Black Knight did not care the age of these creatures or what they really were. He had heard stories of such beasts. How Beastmen ran into a village and killed everyone no matter if they were the most pious of people or those who worshiped the dark gods that they did.

He remembered his mother saying that if Lucian had too many evil thoughts that he would become like these Beastmen. Everytime that a man cursed the world a Beastman was born. There was also the warning about Morrslieb, that the moon would turn you into one of these abominations if you basked in its green light for too many hours.

For all Lucian knew these were all true. He also knew that these monsters, no matter what, found human flesh to be the most delicious meat that could ever be eaten.

So Lucian would cut them down if they had been man, a woman, or even a freshly turned evil child. With a snap of the reigns Lucian galloped towards the fleeing monsters without care.

They were as fast as he was, that much was obvious to Lucian. Sure Nightshade could outrun any of these bipedal cloven hoofed monsters within an open field but here in the forest things were much harder. The cohesion that gave the Knights their strength, the powerful Lance, would falter as each men tried to stay next to his partner in these woods. Lucian was only able to keep speed for he disregarded such warnings and rode his horse forward.

Lucian received a great amount from the Dwarf already. The burning fire within his chest itching as it knew a new killing was about to come.

Every few steps Lucian would see a Beastmen drop to the ground. The creature trying its best to get up as it knew that such a falter meant it did. Lucian confirmed the definition of their accident with a single stroke of his scythe upon their bodies, not worrying if he would lose where these creatures were going.

The forest floor was soft from the rain after all. He would catch up to them quickly.

Suddenly a massive bellow came from the monsters who were leading the herd to safety. So loud was it that all the beastmen that were before him halted in a painful fearshock.

Without caring for their bellow the Black Knight was upon them. The red blood of the ferals mutants fell upon the raven headpiece of his helm as he sent all of these creatures to the foul gods that they so desperately worshiped.

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The Beastmen, being caught in whatever murder trap they found themselves in, were fighting Lucian tooth and nail now. There must have been a hundred remaining as they all realized that no matter where they went Morr was going to be upon their door.

Left and right, they all fell like wheat in a field. Their lives were short and damned the moment the dark gods had picked their hides for the ascension. It was Lucian though who enacted the decree of Morr upon these worthless louts with the strength of an entire pantheon within each of his strokes.

They tried to throw spears, axes, daggers, and stones at both Nightshade and Lucian. The projectiles would never strike Nightshade even once while Lucian took all the strikes meant for him. Each and every one of them bounced off his reinforced armor like pebbles against a mountain.

The forest floor was pooled with the foul blood of chaos as four guisers of blood rained from the freshly cut necks. Lucian made sure that the final death was one of those smaller ones, making sure that it would not grow up to form some kind of twisted revenge for Lucian killing the family that it both despised and hated.

The strength of the rune was adamant. With the armor giving Lucian defence it was the rune that turned him into a dreadful bruiser of battle. The fire which sat upon his soul stretched out into his body and turned the Black Knight into a berserker worthy of the title Drengi!

There was joy in this slaughter, but it was not because of the killing. Every strike Lucian made was vengeance for the fallen! To right a wrong that was made! That was the joy he saw as he cut down the last and rushed through a thicket of trees.

Only to find a murderfield equal to his own.

Upon the ground were beastmen who were torn, smashed, and bitten. The only difference was these creatures were killed in a manner that might have fitted their own style of battle.

That was, except for what was standing in the middle of the killing field.

Before Lucian was a massive creature who looked straight into his eyes. Its bulk was nearly equal to its height and muscles raged with a clearly trained physique to them. It was covered in not the patchwork furs and horns of the beastmen but a full set of scales and claws that went from the bottom most feet to the tip of its reptilian snout.

The two looked at eachother, neither making a move. If the creature was poised to attack Lucian, it did not show it. And Lucian, in his honest opinion, was weary of the creature for within its hands was a club whose head was as thick as a tree trunk with decorative runes that no beastman would ever imagine.

>Kill this beastman
>Stare at eachother
>Leave this thing

>>5783376
>>Stare at eachother
Yay, we met a killer krok.

>>5783376
>Stare at eachother
Gauge badass levels, is he higher or lower?

>>5783376
>Stare at eachother
What exactly are you?

>>5783376
>Stare at eachother

Why is a Kroxigor in Bretonnia?

>>5783376
>>Stare at eachother
Now this is strange

>>5783376
>Stare at eachother

>>5783376
>>Stare at eachother
Kek a possible companion, the choices for them will be only cool stuff.
Check that all the beastmen are dead. And see if the thing can talk Brettonian or dwarven.

>>5783376
>Stare at eachother

>>5783376
>Stare down

Curious.

>>5783441
>Kek a possible companion
Honestly I don't see how, aren't Kroxigors basically meat computers without direction from skinks?

>>5783490
Maybe it's a rare not-retarded kroxigor.

>>5783490
>>5783499
Then... we have to find the controller

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>>5783515
:)

The thing with these lizardmen or whatever else is that you're going to have to constantly convince people that they aren't a beastmen/fimir/whatever and that they're totally ok to enter a city. This definitely works better in Bretonnia thanks to honor rules along with the ability to just tell peasants to go fuck themselves and kill them, but I wonder how this is going to work out when Lucian eventually leaves Bretonnia on his journey.

>>5783376
>>Stare at eachother

>>5783376
>STARE
>if other knights come it's our duel.

>>5783659
I wonder what's the kroxigor and skink story, and who's next. Caledor Dragon Prince, Albion Druid or our friendly imperial morr priest seen long ago .... so many options.

>>5783659
I don't think constantly, it depends on a few things mostly : Knowledge, Intelligence, Reputation, Relations and Aura. Knowledge is simply how much the New World, Lustria is known and talked about around (gold is the most known and desired thing of it, then comes the fact is an untamed and unknown world and filled with dangers), Intelligence is if people are smart enough to not fuck with us and understand we aren't evil, Rep. self explanatory, Relations is who would like us and support and who is already connected with us (the Morr Cult would support us 100%, alongside the holy orders of the knights of Morr and the Shades), and Aura is this group presenting itself to people : a very heavily armored bretonnian knight in a dark plate with Morr, The Lady and Grimnir symbols and with a scythe that cuts through monsters on top of a powerful warhorse, alongside a heavily armored and armed dwarf and this massive creature. Plenty of fear and dread inducing. Man, this is a welcome addition and will massively help in combat training and getting stronger. On top of their help on the battlefield and their better senses for find enemies or things.

Thinking about the rest of the old world, Altdorf and Luccini should have the biggest Morr temples around. I wonder if we can visit them and pray there....

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>Stare at eachother

I might be biased as running a lizardman drawquest right now

>>5783376
>>>Stare at eachother

>>5783376
> Stare at eachother

The heir of ruin
His horse
His donkey
His dorf
His lizard

Party complete

>Stare at eachother

>>5783839
I dunno, to the average uneducated commoner in the empire or elsewhere, people are far more likely to immediately think a chaos warband, etc. Knowledge is basically useless in that regard as there's hardly any education available regarding these subjects, especially when those that try to do so typically get burnt at the stake unless within accepted institutions. Reputation is entirely dependent upon word of mouth, which has the same issues as the previous. Relations requires that Lucian and company get in contact with said individuals in the first place, which would require that they already know of Lucian's arrival. This is certainly possible by virtue of simply calling ahead, but the mandates of the cult of morr can only go so far in comparison to the controls available to far more influential cults and governments. As for aura, that's just entirely dependent on knowledge. People would once again sooner think of a chaos warband than a group of heroes. Take Lucian as an example. As an uneducated peasant who probably hasn't even herd of Lustria, he immediately thought the Kroxigor was just some form of lizard beastman. His level of knowledge regarding this subject is what you can expect for the majority of people. Who's going to think of the far off tales of Lustria with no real verifiable truth behind them when your main point of experience is the constant issue of beastmen and chaos?

Look, I want it to work, but I feel that this would only work within areas like Marienburg, as opposed to the sticks, which is near everything else considering the time period.

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>>5784242
I don't care, friend.

>>5783376

>Stare at eachother.

>>5784242
>Group of heroes looking like a Chaos Warband

Welcome to Warhammer fantasy.

>>5784242
You make good points. Still it seems a divine sign to find this creature here, and Morr might inform his faithful through dreams. And there is usually some experienced commoners around, and not just commoners too in most settlements.
Small stuff really, but is a positive.
Hopefully
The only solution then : to become really big heroes.


Though i do believe the only ones in danger would be the lizardmens. Lucian and Adok, look like a Morr Knight and a Dwarf. Maybe we could give them some disguises or travel in a certain way ? Or not. If they arrived all the way here to the forests of Bordeleaux, they know their stuff.

A wingless dragon that walketh upright was tamed by Lucian the Bold, The Dragon Tamer, The Durand, The Bottomless, Dwarf Friend, so say the bards of Bordeleaux. Many sought ownership of such an exotic dragon, and many peasant children were devoured in its wake. They call it the Pit Dragon for its hunger was like a bottomless pit.

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Lucian held his ground against the creature, but he did not advance towards it. Such a massive frame of a monster was something that the Black Knight knew would be troublesome to challenge. Even with the strength of the Drengi Rune he did not see his chances of coming out unscathed.

Which was the odd part, for Lucian did not feel a burning form the rune. It did not call upon him to kill this creature before him. It was odd for Lucian was trying to become accustomed to the burning fires that were burning within him. For them to become nullified was something that the Peasant Knight simply did not think would happen.

The creature kept its gaze with an eerie staring. The creature occasionally blinked and it breathed just like any other beast that the Peasant had witnessed. Yet it did not move a muscle against him. He wondered if the creature was waiting for him to make the first move.

Taking a second Lucian scanned the grounds around him for signs of life. The murderfest that the reptillian monster has surely might have missed some of the beastmen. Leaving a few of them alive and still breathing. He found none though, with the majority having either their skulls caved in, their organs ripped out, or necks severed by the long snout of the creature.

Lucian’s gaze returned to the monster, finding it the same as before. Lucian felt his confusion mount as it appeared that the monster simply did not act. Like some sort of guardian statue that was made from flesh and blood. After all even beasts would twitch and move instead of their eternal and unstoppable vigilance that the monster was giving.

It was then Lucian began looking around in a wider radius. His eyes having studied the ground now studying the trees that were around them. This creature, this monster, if it was similar to the undead that served the necromancers then it might have a master of some kind?

Lucian caught it then. It was a glimmer of gold that was brilliant too brilliant to have been natural. Without a thought Lucian called out, “You there, my eyes do not play me false for I have seen you!”

As if in response Lucian heard a series of clicks coming from the tree. The shimmer of gold disappeared for only a moment before the leaves of the tree parted and a white figure leaped out from it. Lucian’s eyes were yanked from the moving figure as the giant that was he was staring at began to move, placing the weapon that it was carrying upon its back and holding a large hand to form a stage.

A second later Lucian paid witness to a small lizard standing upon the hand of its fellow. The larger of the two moved a hand up towards the smaller one only for the small one to give a series of clicks and guttural calls that must have been commands. The large one, after putting its hand to the side, became completely immobilized just as it had when Lucian first paid witness to it.

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The small lizard was much different from its greater. Where the former had muscles that were as thick as Lucian this little one looked to have been made of sticks. As the former was a giant who had the wrath of its primordial gods quaking within its body, this one was roughly the size of a child just creating his tenth birthday. In an odd, bizarre sense, he could describe it as cute with being so small and wearing a massive head dress made of gold.

Both of them, Lucian realized, were white with yellow stripes going down their backs. Such detail quickly reminded Lucian of the heraldry of the Bretonnian Knights, except this was displayed upon the body of the strange creatures.

Being within the hands of the larger lizard placed the small one at eye level to Lucian who was still upon Nightshade. It shined, what Lucian felt most surprising as all, a smile.

A series of clicks and tones came before it finally spoke, “Warmblood, thank you!” It spoke in a somewhat broken tongue of mankind, “We, Children of Old Ones, appreciate assistance.”

“You talk?” Lucian could not help but express his surprise for beyond all things, seeing lizards talk was the most outrageous thing he has ever seen in his life.

“Yes, Tee-Ny-Tyny talks tongue of warmbloods.” The lizard expressed with regalness somehow captured within the butchered tone of the lizard, “Warmblood, you are, who are you?”

“I…” Lucian shook himself quickly to simply forget the oddity of the situation and express his words, “I am Lucian the Durand, of Verac, Blessed of Morr, Knight Errant, and rider of Nightshade.”

The lizard gave a series of nods that showed the enthusiasm it had for the moment, “Tee-Ny-Tyny, Mage-Priest of Itza and fellow to Bok. The Old Ones have foretold of this day.”

Lucian could not help but feel somewhat confused at those words, “Old Ones?”

“Yes, Old One. As Gods are to you, they are onto us.” The creature placed out, “They were the ones who built this world. Those who foretold everything that has both had and will happen. They said, in times before us, that we should meet.”

>Bullshit
>You knew?
>Okay, that sounds cool.

>>5784431
>Okay, that sounds cool

>>5784431
>Okay, that sounds cool.
>"What more is in this prophecy, is there something I can help with? I strive to fulfill the will of the gods."
Lmao, teeny tiny

>>5784431
>Seems cool

It's not like this is unexpected. There are many gods of this world, just not all of them are of friends to Humanity.
Unless I missed where Morr said only he was a real god?

>>5784446
Just the 'Old Ones Created the World' bit.

>>5784431
>>Okay, that sounds cool.
>"Where are you from ? I am from the lands of Brettonia were you find yourselves."
>"I serve with fervour and faith my deity Morr, and the Lady too. I have made important Oaths that i must follow, one is to aid and assist my dwarf friend Adok and the other to bring vengeance unto the undead that killed my family."

>>5784451
The all priests party....

>>5784455
: )

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>>5784452
Dumbass.

>>5784451
Oh right.

>Changing to "That's bullshit, but your gods are our gods."

>>5784456
XD
fun times ahead

>>5784431
>Okay, that sounds cool.
> "Death is known by many names and the lady is as old as Bretonnia so it could be said she's an "Old One" "
>as soon as we say that we feel the presence of a Questing Beast beelining directly for us
Also Teeny Tiny is a cute, immediately

>>5784451
Has Lucian ever known any other creation myth?

>>5784466
On this matter there is likely different creations myths, but with some elements that remain similar.
https://warhammerfantasy.fandom.com/wiki/Old_World_Pantheon

You have to count Patron Gods of certain realms/regions (Ursun, Sigmar, The Lady, Myrmidia), Regional Gods minor and specific to that region, and the big secondary deities present across all the Old World (Morr, Manaan etc).

>>5784431
>Okay, that sounds cool.

>>5784431
> Okay, that sounds cool.

I imagine Lucian is a bit confused but also amused, at this cute lizard who tell him it is their destiny to have met. It does seem like a fateful, random encounter.

I guess it is a question of what does the lizard want now that they have met? Does he want to duel? Does he want Lycian’s help? Or does he want to help Lucian? Etc

>>5784431
>You knew?

>Okay, that sounds cool

>>5784431
>>Okay, that sounds cool.

>>Okay, that sounds cool
Let's roll with it. Skink and Kroxigor are perfect party members for visiting Lustria.

We could find enough gold to rebuild verac 50 times over.

>>5784431
>>Okay, that sounds cool.

>>5784431
>Okay, that sounds cool.
>"Is there really a prophecy you know that we were actually going to met?"

>>5784851
Btw I just caught up and GODDAMN I FUCKING LOVE THIS QUEST. What little I knew about WHF I liked it a lot, but the whole thing about how there's different gods at play in the setting that actually have powers, Lucian's character and the whole plot I'm really enjoying it, with every but of lore I'm learning. It this your only quest or do you have more? Either being WHF or anything else

>>5784854
Machine Qm did a primarch quest of his own.

>>5784854
Here's his previous quests
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Otome%20Gone%20Wrong
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=TalOS%20DAV1S

>>5784857
>>5784860
Thanks anons!

>>5784889
np

>>5784431
>>Okay, that sounds cool.

Just caught up myself after devouring the first two threads and I have to echo the other anon in how fun of a read this has been, and it scratches the medieval knight adventure itch that I've been having for so long.
Thanks QM.

>>5784431

>Okay, that sounds cool.

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“Thats…” Lucian held but his words to find the correct ones for this occasion, “Cool. I guess I never really heard how the world was made. I think I only heard that at one point chaos reigned.”

“Warmbloods, such as you, do not know before Chaos.” Tyny said as he gave a series of clicks and nods to accompany his words, “We do. We the Children of the Old Ones.”

So in a sense they were kinda like the Dwarfs who worshiped their ancestors as Gods. As Lucian learned the Dwarfs all could trace their lineage to the gods like Grimnir and Thungri. Was it that these Lizardmen carried the same relation or was it something else.

Looking upon the giant monster who held Tyny for the moment, Lucian guessed that things were slightly different from what he was understanding.

“So, was our meeting prophesized?” Lucian with a small amount of confusion, “The Gods know what the Gods know and I am blessed by at least Morr and aim for the Lady’s Favor, but do your lords also support me in my battle against Nagash’s Spawn?”

There was a twinkle in the eyes of the little lizard. A sign that Lucian had made the correct question for the future, “In a sense, within your reason, yes it was. Firstborn of the Slann, Lord Kroak, has seen that great forces are afoot. It is said that a new God, who is of Death, grows his dominion in the lands of Young Warmbloods. Tee-Ny-Tyny sent to survey and learn. Fight against growing Chaos before it gains foothold in realms outside Lustria.”

“That Lord you speak of, that would be Nagash.” Lucian told the Lizardman firmly now, his understanding certain now, “Your Gods knew that Nagash is trying to rise again against mankind, so they sent you.”

“Yes, Tee-Ny-Tyny was sent for that.” For the first time the small lizard leaned forward into Lucian for a much closer inspection of the Knight, “We have same goal, Lucian and Tee-Ny-Tyny do. What do you know?”

As he was asked Lucian gave to the lizard what was essentially the tale of his life. The warrior gave the tale of his village, how it was laid to ruin by Von Castein and the wolves that she wielded. He gave to the Lizard as well the tale of the Necromancers and how they attempted to raise the blessed body of a Grail Knight from slumber.

He tried to keep it as firm with detail as possible. If he did it right, who knows, maybe the Lizard will help him.

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“Warmblood’s Gods side with Lucian.” The creature spoke as the Black Knight finished his tale, “Tee-Ny-Tyny cannot say if Lucian was upon tablet or if it was Kroak who learned of Lucian. What Tee-Ny-Tyny knows was that Lucian is of interest to the Slann and Lucian’s divinity.”

Both were reasonable. Lucian already had enough divine help upon this journey that it was reasonable that another set of Gods sent someone to come help him upon this coming battle. Yet the other was likely, that so many interests were involved with the Black Knight that someone far away took notice.

If it was the latter, Lucian reasoned it must mean the person in question was either a Priest who spoke directly with their gods or someone who was mighty in magic that they bordered upon being a god. If it was the latter then Lucian would be thankful that the Lizards chose to help him instead of staying back or to hinder.

“Thank you for meeting me then, Tee-Ny-Tyny.” The name Lucian spoke felt foreign to the touch. It must have been whatever method the Lizard was able to speak with Lucian, but the name was obviously within the dialect of their kind instead of that of man.

“Yes, potential agreement to be reached.” The Lizardman opened its mouth agape to show the prospect of the discussion, “Lucian and Tee-Ny-Tyny have same goals, stop rising undeath. Tee-Ny-Tyny and Bok will work with Lucian to put down Demi-God. Both align, so further transaction not needed.”

“I… would be thankful.” Lucian said as he expressed his true thoughts on the matter, “But before I give my word I need to know, what are you? You say that you are Children of the Old Ones, but the Dwarfs say they are children of their gods as well.”

The Lizard nodded to those words, “Tee-Ny-Tyny is Skink, Bok is Kroxigor. Both are from Grand City of Itza, First City of Lustria and World. Warmbloods of the Vortex call us Lizardmen.”

>Welcome aboard
>No, we are not going to accept sapient lizards in the party.

>>5785483
>Welcome aboard
FRIENDS!

>>5785483
>>Welcome aboard
Go team Venture, I mean Lucian

>>5785483
>Welcome aboard
If you hate undead, greenskins and chaos thats good enough for me

>>5785483
>Welcome aboard

>>5785483
>Welcome aboard
Tho we need to discuss where we're heading to at this moment before going to hunt down the Vampire, and we need to discuss the logistics on how were going have Tee-Ny-Tyny with us without anyone trying to murder him, or if they can go to the lands of the Dwarfs. Maybe he can go back to his land and when we're done fulfilling Adok's vow we go looking for Tee-Ny-Tyny to his land

Me like my:
-Necromancers: Fucking dead
-The dead: in their graves
-The Greenskins: In their fucking wastelands
-Our woman: The Damsel of golden hair

And that's IT

>>5785483
>Welcome aboard

Well, here's hoping this doesn't just end up with constantly getting attacked by people who don't know better. Maybe Gilot will try to shank the skink because feud and "I could totally claim ignorance and just kill his friend because I "thought" it was a beastman".

>>5785532
If he manages to shank tiny without being turned into a red paste by Bok, he honestly would deserve the kill

>>5785547
If he get past Bok and somehow us, he for sure deserved the kill... Also now that I notice our lizard friend hasn't said the name of the other Lizardmen

>>5785551
What other lizardman? Is there a third one that I didn't notice while reading?

>>5785483
>Welcome aboard

Lucien really is an open minded fellow. Just hates undead, hates vampires, Loves morr and loves Honour.

Now that I think about it... If we're already fucking him up with making another letter with where we're going and making him look bad to the eyes of his translator, maybe giving a rough critique to "his" wine compared to the one our family made could also be funny... If such was the case of course. Lucian kept mentioning how the Bastonne wine was awful with how they fucked with the barrel, surely there's the same errors going on with Gil's wine

>>5785553
Shit! You're right. Somehow my brain thought that in >>5784429 There was the single Lizardmen, and after Lucian called out to the trees it was a second big Lizardmen carrying Tee-Ny-Tyny. Sorry, it was my mind feeding me with misinformation again

>>5785561
It's alright, I got worried there for a second

'ate chaos
'ate necromancers
'ate greenskins
'ate beastmen
(ain't racist just don't loik 'em)

luv me honor
luv me country
luv me drink
luv me mates
luv me gods

Simple as - Lucian, Turning Point Bretonnia

>>5785483
>Welcome aboard
Lucian's gonna get back to the castle like "hey I found these weird fucking lizards, can I keep them m'lord" and Teeny is gonna bow to the absolute salt of Gil and the amazement of the court. I hope the lizards like wine and roast pig.

>>5785483
>Welcome aboard
Is it just that our interests align or are we going to make vows to each other of friendship/loyalty etc? And for a time limit?

Feels like it might be easier to navigate politics if we tell people he is our sworn sword or something.

Might be worth giving him a crash course in honor (if he doesn’t know already) so he doesn’t offend someone and get into his own duel. Unless you just want to handwave that as stuff the discuss over time

>>5785483
>Welcome aboard
Also
>>5785517
>>5785580
Anons you forgot the hatred of vampires

>>5784431
>>You knew?
>>5784455
>Adok is a runesmith, Lucian is a Black Guard (in all but name), Tee-Ny-Tyny is a... mage priest of itza. Who is itza?

>>5785483
>>Welcome
Come on guys the skink is not a pushover. How do we explain to adok...

>>5785747
I put them under "necromancers". It was the best term I could come up with for these types of evildoers since "undead" would wrongly include those like the unknown knight we fought.

>>5785483
>>Welcome aboard
FRENS!

>>5785764
Hmmm I suppose they do count as undead

>>5785483
>>Welcome aboard
Yo welcome

>>5785757
He said it here
>Grand City of Itza, First City of Lustria

>>5785483

>Welcome aboard.

A wizard who cannot be corrupted by chaos, and a war machine made to slaughter demons. I think they will both be excellent additions to the team.

>>5785561
Yes, his name is Bok.

>>5786010
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“Tee-Ny-Tyny of Itza,” Lucian began as he grew a smile that held all the heart he could muster, “Any enemy of the undead and Nagash is a friend of mine. It is my goal too to kill the undead so we should join forces on this.”

“I agree. The Old Ones and Slann are looking upon this moment with great favor I feel.” The Skink said as he gave a toothy smile.

With those words Lucian extended a hand towards the lizardman searching for the agreement. To his surprise the lizard took it and held it firmly just like another member of mankind. Though the strength of the lizard was much less than Lucian himself.

Such must be why he had such a mighty monster of a steed.

“Do you have any objectives to secure early, Lucian?” The Lizardman asked as he closed his eye and looked at the Black Knight at the end of his nose.

“Well that is something I have been trying to figure out.” Lucian admitted as he gave a solemn nod of acknowledgement, “The lore of Nagash speak of the undead lords of Araby, yet they are described as skeletons. I seek out the Vampires known as Carsteins, would know anything of that name?”

“The tablets speak of horrors coming from the realm near the World’s Edge Mountains.” Tyny said as he gave a nod of acknowledgement, “But Lucian and Tyny can seek out other tomes of lore of other realms. If the two or us were to visit the outpost north of here, then a measure through the Geomantic Web can be done.”

“I see…” Lucian had no idea what the lizard was talking about now. It was only now did he realize that it must have been several minutes now since he charged away from Adok.

If it was talk about these things and what to do next they would want to get with the Dwarf first.

“Uh, I have a friend who will also be traveling with us. He is a Dwarf by the name of Adok.” Lucian said as he showed a hand away from himself, “We should probably make out way towards him.”

“Lead, Warmblood.” The Lizard announced as he swiftly climbed out of the hand of Bok and onto the back of the giant beast.

Lucian did as he was asked, and followed the path of stale blood out of these forest depths that he met the last of his companions within.

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It was fifteen minutes later that they found Adok. The Dwarf was sitting at the back of the wagon looking at a blade that he was in the middle of perfecting for Lucian. The guess of the Peasant Knight was this blade would become the edge of the newest scythe, but it could be something completely different for it was far from finished.

It was the grumble of Bok, the giant Kroxigor that Tyny rode, that snapped the Dwarf from his work towards the group who had double in size.

“By the Ancestor Gods…” The Dwarf was slowly reaching towards his hammer yet his eyes could not be removed from the two new fellows.

The Skink stood there for a moment waiting to see what the Dwarf did. Tyny would not have known it but Lucian noticed that the Dwarf had not brought up his hammer into a stance of battle. Instead his eyes were focus squarely upon the skink in question.

Lucian would be honest that if the Skink had not been talking all his attention would have been towards the Kroxigor. That was not the same for Adok whose eyes, Lucian realized, was focused squarely upon the golden headpiece that was encrusted with the feathers of birds Lucian did not begin to imagine.

The Knight, who was more concerned with staying alive and then diplomacy a moment ago, was now paying attention to it. The primary part of it was made of gold which wrapped around both the head and the jaw of the lizard who was wearing it. It must have had straps of some sort where Lucian could not see for without ears or a proper skull he did not think the headpiece stayed a firmly upon the head of the bearer as possible.

For the feathers they were either yellow, white, or blue. The meaning of which must have been heraldic but Lucian did not know the meaning.

By then the Peasant Knight did not know what else to make of it. So he called out to the speechless dwarf, “Uh, Adok?”

The sudden call of his name caused the Runesmith to give a couple of coughs. So heavy was he in concentration that losing it caused his body problems, “Uggh, Lucian, who are these folk? They clearly are not Beastmen.”

“I am Tee-Ny-Tyny and this is Bok. We are Lizardmen of Itza, in Lustria.” The Skink raised a hand towards himself then towards the lizard underneath him, “The two of us are now your allies against the coming threat of undeath. It was the suggestion by Lucian that we discuss our next course of action together.”

“Lustria?” Adok began to give a slow nod in slow understanding, “Then, you are Children of the Old Ones, those that came before!”

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“Then the Warmblood have not forgotten about us yet I see.” Tyny left his mouth open after saying that, giving a small tilt of the head to show the interest he had in the Dwarf.

“Would you by chance know of a mountainhome by the name, Karak Azgal?” The Dwarf asked with a hint of curiosity.

“Tyny does not know much about the Dwarfs or their mountainhomes.” The little one expressed with something close to solace, “As such, Tyny apologizes to Adok for not having the knowledge that he asked for.”

“No no, it was nothing. Just the words of a curious Dwarf” The Dwarf admitted as he looked towards Lucian, “Are we sure we should be talking about these things here? You know I have been wanting to go for sometime but leaving off now without care means I left a bunch of metal at Remon’s Castle.”

Lucian nodded to those words as he turned towards Tyny, “If we are to return to Count Remon then we will need to figure out the Lizardman’s situation. I do not think we can walk in there without care like this.”

“You could claim them to be new pets.” Adok pointed out, “Don’t you fellows take Dragons and Griffons as mounts or something?”

“Tyny could wear a cloak.” The Lizardman pointed out with a smile, “Bok can hide when asked, and Bok smells when blood has been spilt. For the open road we he is simply ‘my mount’.”

“Really?” Lucian questioned the Lizardman.

To that the once Peasant was given a nod by the Lizard, “Yes, Tyny has had to do so before.”

>Take up the Lizardman’s suggestion
>The Dwarfs makes more sense
>Make your own

>>5786977
>Make your own
Just tell the truth? The fact that tiny can speak for himself and that Remon is our friend should do fine. I think getting Tiny and Bok some new drip so that they look more human aligned would be wise though.

>>5786977
>Make your own
As long as we are within Remon's reach we will be fine. We explain to him

>>5786977
>>Make your own
Get some kind of official writ, along with some clothes that make them look less... primitive. Gold+clothing+good company makes them look more civil, and betters the introductions, while an official writ that "Hey this is NOT a BEASTMAN, it is a LIZARDMAN and is an ally to the good folk of Brettonia and companion of Lucian the Durand" should keep officials off our back.

>>5786977
Is this just to get in mot Count Remon’s castle? And then afterwards we make some more official way of travelling? If so I’d just go with what Teeny suggests. But I mean who is going to stop us, we just say he is with us and under our protection.

>Take up the Lizardman’s suggestion

Also how old is the skink? Like a youth, adolescent, adult?

>>5786977
>Take up the Lizardman’s suggestion

>>5786977
>Make your own
As there are Priests among men, there are Sacred Animals among beasts. Tyny and Bok are young Sacred Noble Dragons blessed by Gods across the sea. Close enough, still quite exotic, and less of a bother to move around.

>>5787123
>>5787051
>>5786977
>support tells our bro the truth. Give an exotic answer to everyone else.

Get them wearing our heraldry so that everyone knows they are of our household

>>5787242
This is supposed to be your guy's primary cover. of course you can explain truth to Remon but there are plenty of folk between you and him.

>>5786977
>Take up the Lizardman’s suggestion
I'm confident enough on what Tee says it's true. Bok isn't wearing something shiny so I guess he can go and sneak while we go to the castle. Meanwhile Tee could ware some cloaks and sit on Adok's wagon, if people ask we found someone in shock on the woods and we're going to give it housing and care so we can investigate further what happened.

>>5786977
>>Make your own

>>5786977
>Make your own
Hiding or lying is more of a hassle than necessary me thinks. Anon >>5787088 makes some good suggestions though.

Tell the truth
>>5786996
>>5787051
>>5787088
>>5787973

Listen to the lizard
>>5787105
>>5787106
>>5787559

Blessed animal
>>5787123
>>5787242

Alright so truth won. Pretty sure the people who voted for truth did not know what they were voting. Honestly, take a few hours to figure that out if this is really what you guys want.

>>5788149
I think only >>5787051 and >>5787242 weren't sure of the question. >>5787123 is just telling the truth with better framing which fits along just fine with the other measures suggested.

>>5786977
>Take up the Lizardman’s suggestion

>>5787088
This can be a good idea. Maybe have Duke Moriset and a Grail Knight sign it too

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The trip back to the Castle was only eventful for the fact that a giant lizard being ridden by another equally unique lizard was next to Lucian and Adok. For Bok’s immense size the large beast did not have any issues keeping with the two more mounted fellows. With this fact Lucian was placed just a little more at ease for their journey.

Peasants were terrorized as they walked up past the villages. It was not far outside the realm of chance for Lucian, who bore the raven of Morr upon both his banner and his helm, but the response was in response to the giant monster that was now following them.

There was no heed placed for them. While Lucian had come up from the hovel of Peasants he had learned just how foolish these kinds of people were. He had seen them numerous times cheat, steal, and lie for whatever gain they could have.

Such a thing does happen with the Nobles, but Lucian had seen this happen to the children by their very own parents. It seemed that only his village of Verac was unlike this. Such was probably why the demons of Chaos killed everyone who lived there with impunity.

Walking up to the castle Lucian saw a messenger who ran up the moment Lucian was in sight. He almost fell over upon seeing the pair of lizards that were walking at the middle of this little caravan of theirs.

“Luke!” Lucian called out to the butler with a firmness that snapped him out of thinking, “What has happened? You seem troubled.”

“M-My lord!” He cried like a banshee, “The King is Dead, the King is Dead!”

Without a second thought Lucian snapped on the reigns of Nightshade and drove the beast through the gates of the castle. Without error or delay the two followed Lucian without a single guard stopping the lizards. Such was the peril each of them were in from the news.

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The courtroom of Remon was filled with the few Knights Errants who he had been gathering for the eradication of the Beastmen. Each of them not noticing Lucian, Adok, or even Tyny as the three of them came towards the throne of the Count.

Remon however noticed with his eyes opened wide as he caught sight of the Lizard, “By the Lady Lucian, what… what is that?”

“This ones is Tee-Ny-Tyny.” The Skink said with bow that would have placed many men ashamed.

“He is an ally of mines now, if you permit it.” Lucian said as he gave a smile, “This man is no beastman and his fellow helped in the killing of those I set out to eradicate. They have heard of the chaos approaching and have come to help.”

Lucian could see the confusion lacing the eyes of Remon as he heard those words, “Then they have good timing if they are Guardians. High King Alexandros has been killed fighting the Norseman Raiders from the north. There was no Heir Apparent for he had only a Daughter, so Bretonnia is without a King!”

“By Morr.” Lucian felt his heart leap with surprise as the news he already heard was confirmed once again.

“I pray to the Ancestor Gods that Thorgrim still stays upon his throne then.” Announced Adok as he marched forward, “Seems your wanting to strike against the undead is coming soon. The Empire also doesn’t have a King.”

“Coincidence, Tee-Ny-Tyny does not think.” The Lizardman said as he glanced at the Dwarf.

“My Lord!” One of the Errants called out with a mighty yell, “I ask that you release me from my task so that I may take the quest to kill the Jabberwock!”

“You are released.” The Count said quickly as he looked at the others, “The same for the rest of you. Leave this Castle and return to your homesteads, lest Chaos takes this chance to gain ground. If you wish to persue the right to becoming the next High King then you can seek the Jabberwock.”

There was a lot of calls coming from the young Knights who charged out of the room without care. So caught up they were in their own stories that they did not notice the Lizard who was licking his eyeball.

“Lucian, tell me why you were away and what happened. Then I can judge what to do with this creature.” The Count said as he glanced at the somewhat contained Lizardman.

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The Count looked upon Lucian with a sense of both skepticism and wonder. After all to believe that someone would just meet that such a mighty creature within the forests nearby at random was beyond common understanding. Even the kind of understanding of someone of his position defied something like this.

“Adok, you say that you have heard of creature like this once before?” The man once again asked to try and gain some kind of confirmation.

“Aye, I do. I have been looking into these beings known as the Old Ones and their kind. If I may say the truth I had dreamed that I would meet someone like Tee-Ny-Tyny. His knowledge would be a great boon to my journey.” The Dwarf with an understanding someone so old could give.

“Then… I will have no issue with them then. However Lucian I do hope that you can care for these creatures.” The Count said.

“I wanted to talk to you about that.” The Knight Errant admitted with a small bit of shyness as he looked upon the ground, “If you could, I would want a Warrant made detailing what these creatures are and linen to make clothing for them. People only think of them as Beastmen because they do not wear clothes, so by giving them my colors all will know who they are.”

“That… can be done.” The Count admitted while giving a nod of understanding, “Now what you have told me, and what has happened, it seems that time has come. I cannot keep you isolated within these walls any longer when Chaos is afoot.”

“Yes!” Agreed the Knight Errant, “We have been talking. Tyny said in the lands of Albion there is… an outpost we can use. What was that for again?”

“If we head there we can learn the concentrations of where the winds of Shyish and Ulgu are building. It was originally meant to help detect Chaos Incursions, but I know we can use the magics there to learn more.” The Lizard told the group.

“Aye, I wouldn’t mind going there. Sounds like a good place for some lost lore.” Adok said with a smirk upon his person.

“Then the other was within the Empire. Adok, those were the lands of Sylvania right?” Lucian tried to confirm.

“Aye, either Sylvania, Stirland, or Ostermark. It's a lot of land for us to cover if we go there without knowing anything else.” The Dwarf pointed out.

>We go for Albion
>Sylvania
>Lets go for the Jabberwock

>>5788403
>>We go for Albion

>>5788403
>We go for Albion
Eww England

>>5788403
>We go for Albion

... High King of brettonia?
King of the Empire?
When did the titles change?
>>5788403
>We go for Albion

>>5788465
There is Bretonnia and the Empire. The Emperor of the Empire and High King of Bretonnia is dead. If there was a mix up that was a mistake.

>>5788403
>We go for Albion
Adok suggested going there before, didn't he?

>>5788403
>Albion
Inb4 gillidiot becomes high king while we are gone.

>>5788403
There is an option to go for the jabbewock.........
Fuck Albion!
>Sylvania

>>5788403
>>We go for Albion

>>5788465
I think is just Adok using the title of dwarf rulers for human ones.
Also lots of vacant thrones (Duke Moriset being the Regent of Aquitaine for name one, High King of Bretonnia and the Emperor of The Empire dead) around uh... very bad, very suspicious. To add to that in North Brettonia, the armies rallied by the King are still fighting the norscans invaders. The king death was probably a big blow to the bretonnians morale and if there is no prince it might be even worse. Maybe the princess has some guts and will avoid that Couronne and the royal court become desperate. She can't officially rule, but being the royal princess does have still some power.

>>5788403
>We go for Albion
The idea of going after the Jabberwock is interesting, its a big kill to add to our name and legend. And while most of the creature needs to burn a trophy can be made out of it. Not sure if the scales/leather under could be integrated in our armor or are too fucked up by chaos. Probably the latter..and becoming High King...you are High King. No one can say shit anymore. And we can direct ourselves the armies of Brettonia to battle. A man blessed by the gods, is a fit candidate
Still i want to see Albion and see if that geomantic web can be fixed there. Could be a big help to all the world. Maybe we can get an Albion Druid too. Truthsayers they were called ?

>>5788403

>We go for Albion
Will Lucian get seasick? Will Adok? Will Tyny and Bok?
What sort of magic does a skink priest have anyways?

I imagine the circle on Norsca on the map, is because after killing the Jabberwock, we would direct ourselves north to Couronne and after that in a counterattack on Norsca. Thats pretty cool honestly. All these options are good, going to Sylvania would mean to pass by Altdorf and we could pray in one of the biggest Morr temples around. Then again after Albion, we could go to Couronne or Norsca it self. End yet another war against Brettonia, cutting to pieces the leader of the norscans. After that to the Empire.
Even Ulthuan is a possible travel option, if we find high elves on Albion. Would probably unlock some very solid elven gifts and a choice of elven companions.

>>5788701
Knowing how to use the geomantic web and likely multiple winds of magic and high magic. They are pretty solid magicians, well trained and disciplined, decent in melee too if needed. If he was a Sotek follower he would have stuff related to that deity.

>>5788403
>We go for Albion

We are blessed by Morr to slay the undead. Do not stray from one's path lest we lose their blessing.
The stronger Lucian is, the cockier he will be. One day he will think that victory is by the might of his arm and metal in his armor. Morr will reward him alright...

>>5788403

>We go for Albion.

It's a corner of the world that doesn't get the attention it deserves. The many incredible monster options alone make the trip worth it.

>>5788403
>>We go for Albion

being High King is for scrubs, being Murderhobo against Undead, Chaos, Skaven and Greenskins is where it's at.

Would be funny if Gillot somehow became High King.

>>5788934
No no no, what will happen is that we will be railroaded into the Jabberwock just to save Gilliot. At that moment he will accept that we killed the orc warboss or not, and then we will "share" the claim to the high king, but because of the previous statement, we can't claim it unless we agree, leading to a climatic fight between the two.
This won't happen, the QM give us enough freedom

>>5788403
Jabberwocks are cool and all, but whens the last time any one slew a Bandersnatch?

No one has, in fact no one has any written record of them other than they should be shunned. This makes them the more dangerous and thus more honorable game.

>We go for Albion

>>5788934
Its an interesting option honestly. Hardly present in most WHF quests.
More annoying or potentially dangerous, i am not sure if he is learning to chill

>>5789078
Most Quests in general people try to be top dog. However when you have a goal things like becoming King has a lower priority.

>>5789204
I agree, if the quest is about getting strong, then that's what matters. I dislike tho, that anons always vote for Lucian being virtuous. It's not a deep character. Gilliot can be deeper in that regard, because the have a path to follow and grow up, while Morr's chosen was... chosen

>>5789204
That's true enough.

>>5789215
>Grow up
>The jealous, aggressive, offensive knight
>Still offends us through letters
I am sure its just a phase, definetly won't get worse. Not like his word and rank risk to be on the line, or that he is incredibly full of himself and proud.

..... being virtuous is a stupidly important thing though in warhammer. There is no Grail Knights or people blessed by gods that is a sinner. The ones picked by the deities are people chosen because they have this qualities. Sinning is not something that does nothing.

>>5789238
Yeah but... at least compliment the count's niece!

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“Its too random.” Lucian admitted himself as he nodded towards the Lizard, “If going to Albion will get us the knowledge we seek then I will support it.”

“Then the plan has been struck!” cheered Adok with a loud rumble, “We need to make our ways to Albion!”

“Then the question becomes how you are going to get there.” Count Remon pointed out as he looked over them all, “Bordeleaux would have been the best way to get to Albion but that is where the supports of Prince Gillot are. Unless you are all ready to fight through them then you will need to travel north.”

“That would mean we lose a month to travel, right?” Lucian asked the Count with a good amount of fear coming from the rough understanding he had.

“The three of you could force yourselves on the march. If you do that though I do not think there is anything you can do when trouble comes.” The Count pointed out, “Many armies have been ambushed doing that, and a small group like yours can easily be overwhelmed by Beastmen or Greenskins.”

“Tee-Ny.” Lucian looked towards the Lizardman, “How did you get to Bretonnia? It sounds like Lustria is a great ways away.”

“Those would be the Pathways of the Old Ones.” The Lizard said as one eye focused on the Errant, “We cannot use them though. For each time those paths are open it risks Chaos infiltrating them. We must go there by either land, sea, or if the burrowers have made a way through the ground.”

“Burrowers?” The words seemed almost offensive to Adok, “You suggesting we travel to the Grey Mountains instead? Sure we could travel to Marienburg but the ancestral tunnels have Raki in them.”

“Skaven are prey for Sotek.” The Lizard said as he licked his eye, “It may add more time, but it is safer than a land who just lost their Monarch.”

“So we either got to the mountains, the sea, or the land.” Lucian said with a firming understanding, “Each have curses and blessings.”

“It seems so.” Count Remon confirmed.

>Head to Bordeleaux
>Travel through Bretonnia
>Run through Bretonnia
>Head for the Gray Mountains

The Grey Mountains are closer than they appear on this map. Probably better to plan the route through Total Warhammer's Map from Aquitaine.

>>5789269
>>Head for the Gray Mountains
We've fought beastmen, undead, and greenskins. Time to add the Skaven to the tally.

>>5789242
No, Albera is the better girl.
And we did end up becoming friends, so we complemented her, just not started a relationship.
>>5789269
>Head for the Gray Mountains

>>5789291
The damsel is damn unreachable! It's like getting infatuated with a magazine model and rejecting your with-a-little-more-meat friend!

>>5789269
>>Head for the Gray Mountains

>>5789269
>Head to Bordeleaux
Monarch dead and trouble is afoot, perfect time for opportunistic raiders to appear....Dark Elf Slave, wat do?

>>5789269
>Head to Bordeleaux
>Write to Giliot we're headed to Albion, possibly to our deaths.

>>5789312
Sounds like quitter talk to me!

>>5789269
>Head for the Gray Mountains
Adventure awaits! Huzzah!

>>5789269
>>Head for the Gray Mountains

>>5789242
Emelina was not bad looking perhaps we should have said it, but it was a bit akward. Lucian had no real education afterall.
A lady favor is not bad to have so i miss it.

>>5789312
We just need to find things in common. Or slay a ton of evil stuff, like vampires.

>>5789269
We do have Truffles and Nightshade would it be fine for them to walk there underground.
- Underground, just terrain worked upon for go in one direction. No risk of great chaos warbands, beastmens, orks and so on. Probably not great terrain for move fast with Nightshade. Lots of Skavens
- Bordeleaux, Gillot will be there with his knights. Fast. Annoying Gillot. Wastes our time possibly.
- Brettonia land, chaotic. More terrain to move with Nightshade. Allies can be found, enemies too.

For Brettonia on land it depends which port is our destination, i imagine the closest that isn't Bordeleaux. And if we go by land, we could travel north near the coast which means killing undead of Fallen Mousillon.

>>5789390
Underground is Adok's home turf!! An advantage we don't have on the other routes.

>>5789396
In part.
Actually... we don't need to go north for travel if we want. We can go south to Brionne it has a large port like Bordeleaux, and it is not too far away.

>>5789411
Smart, but that runs the risks of running through the Bretonnian Countryside and burns more time because you are literally going backwards.

It probably matches the speed of crossing over land normally. I would rate it as equal to cross land travel in both speed and safety, mainly because you not only cross into other folk's lands but places you close to Estonia which is essentially Border Princes.

In troubled times you can guess what they are up too.

>>5788467
Uh, Machine, Brettonia doesn’t have a high king? They do have a Royarch(king), and that’s it. No one else that has been claimed to be the rightful king of Brettonia has ever had more than one king ruling it at a time, besides when a civil war breaks out. So why is the king of Brettonia, called the High king?

>>5789269
>Grey mountains
>vote for picking up a squire and maybe a couple of knights/men at arms/crossbow men.

>>5789515
It was Adoks... mistranslation or something

>>5789269
>Head for the Gray Mountains
Time to enjoy the hospitality of the dwarves, and maybe continue with the gear/rune upgrades.

>>5789495
Too bad.
Estalia is slightly less chaotic than the border princes, but yeah war.

>>5789269
>Head for the Gray Mountains

>>5789269

>Head for the Gray Mountains.

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Lucian did not think long as he gave his response, “It is not in the best interest of time, but I believe that we should travel through the Gray Mountains.”

“Really?” There was a genuine hint of surprise within the voice of the Dwarf.

“It seems like the best gambit.” Lucian said as he could only imagine the terrors, “There are Maraders on the northern shores of Bretonnia and enemies to our west. What if we come across another group of Greenskin just like the one that we wiped out?”

“There are also the people themselves.” Pointed out Tyny with his eyes looking upon both Lucian and Adok, “Chaos will reign until a new King is crowned. Troubles on the roads by warmbloods will cause us to lose the most time.”

“Then I hope you are all ready then.” Adok said with a nod, “The Ancestral Roads of the Dawi are wide enough for something as small as a horse to walk through them, but we face the terrors that lurk underneath the earth.”

“Can we rely upon you as a guide?” Lucian asked the Runesmith.

“Aye, you can.” The Dwarf announced as he reached out and tightened his fist, “We travel through the lands of Bastonne, after which we will reach Karak Ziflin. There will be tunnels there that can take us through the mountain to the Empire and Marienburg.”

“Then our route is set.” Declared the Errant as he raised his fist into the air, “We travel to Albion, my friends!”

With his declaration a cry of joy came from the Skink with a low grumble from Adok.

The day was quickly filled with a riot of item collection and gathering as they all got what was needed for the journey. The wagon that was to be carried by the donkey Truffles was filled to the brim with gear, tools, and wines for their travels. It was at the behest of Tyny that food be taken care of by the Kroxigor, to which those present could not argue.

A full night's rest was theirs.

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Lucian looked at the freshy handcrafted heraldry and vestitures that now wrapped around the neck of the Kroxigor. The creature’s yellow scales making the perfect accent to cement the heraldry upon his body like a white canvas.

Upon the top of the giant was Tyny who was sporting a robe of cloth that went from his shoulder to hip. This did not have the direct heraldry of Lucian upon it but the cloth was clearly inspired by his own.

Near them was the wagon full of all the goods that was loaded in the previous night. At the center of it was a clear stand that was erected into the air. Upon it was the raven holding the fruits of Lucian’s labor. It was by far the most expensive work that Lucian had to invest into yet the green and black dyes made it one of the cheapest heraldic pieces.

Unlike the many times before where Nightshade was covered in simple mail armor forced by Adok, this time the beast was covered in black cloth. Upon the cloth at four seperate places was the Raven which represented Morr. It was all tied together with green accents that ran across the sides and back of the beast where the metal needed to be attached to the cloth for both to stay together.

Lucian himself was sporting the Scythe at his side. Upon his person was of course the black gold armor that held at the center of it the symbol of vengeance. Said armor was now wrapped in green and black cloths to help keep the surface of the armor from blemishing and keep the Knight within it warm.

These nights were getting cold after all.

“Lucian.” Lucian’s inspection of his party was taken from him as Count Remon approached his steed, “You have become the Knight I hoped you would. If only I had not been beaten by the Black Knight I might have been able to join you into my family.”

“The dead get their wishes first.” Lucian told his mentor.

“Aye.” The man gave a nod to the words, “As my suggestion to you, Lucian, is that you should seek out a symbol of the Lady to pray to. That way she will honor you with the Protection that you deserve.”

>Pray at a lake
>Seek out a Grail Shrine
>To the First Chapel of Aquitaine

>>5790789
>Seek out a Grail Shrine

>>5790789
>Seek out a Grail Shrine
This was the moment I was waiting for... We've only being ushering prayers to the Lady, but finally as a noble we can actually seek her out and pray without any repercussions. May her blessings rain down to us and crash against our enemies on our travels

>>5790789
>Seek out a Grail Shrine

>>5790789
>Pray at a lake
Find a pond deep enough to drown in

>>5790789
>Pray at a lake

>>5790789

>Seek out a Grail Shrine
Give the Lady her due!

>>5790789
How deep does a body of water have to be for it to be a lady lake. Could we not pray at a pond, or dare I say a puddle on short notice? If in the dry season a lady's lake loses enough water does it become a lady's pond or does it cease to be holy until it gains enough water in the wet season to restore it? Who is the authority on the holy bodies of water here

>>5791024
Why does this feel like a set up for a Monty Python and the Holy Grail?
Half expected for it to end with a question about the validity of kingship based of watery tart throwing swords at people

>>5790789
>>Pray at a lake
this one is the most... folk like of the three. More rustic if I may. Good with Lucian

>>5791032
I say, it might be.
Perhaps the lake that proclaimed the last Kingship dried up and he lost his blessings? The waterty tart was drier than a Verac Red, more dried date than Damsel. More prune than Priestess.

>>5790789
>Pray at a lake

If it was good enough to Giles. It's good enough for us.

>>5790789
>Seek out a Grail Shrine
Contacting the Lady would probably be best
>>5791024
>inb4 we pray at a slightly recessed bucket of water before a hand comes out and throws a penknife at us

>>5790789
>Grail shrine
I'm hoping our BAE Albera is there.

>>5790789
>>Seek out a Grail Shrine
Albera time

>>5790789
Yeah nah we aren't just going away with this convo
>Write in
"Before i depart, Count Remon i wish to say that your aid and teaching alongside the one of your niece and Adok were of great help. And not for just becoming a knight, but for caring for me all this year and making me a better man. Even if we aren't family by blood, Castle Veristage has given me the same warmth my family and the temples of Morr did. Thank you, i will never forget it."

>To the First Chapel of Aquitaine
Its near us, we have visit the place countless times, we can get a talk with the Morr Priests here (that know Lucian by a decent amount of time, and would likely support his efforts further) and for symbolism is a stupidly important place.
Also Alabera works here, she is assigned to this place, if you want to see her or talk with the girl get here. Anywhere else we might not find her, here certain.

>>5790789
>>Seek out a Grail Shrine

>>5791024
Its likely big and medium size lakes in remote places.

>>5790789
>Seek out a Grail Shrine

>>5790798
Changing to
>To the First Chapel of Aquitaine
Because anon said that's where Albera is

>>5791566
i mean its written in both the quest, the dramatis personae of Machine in the first posts and the unofficial pastebin

>>5791623
I had forgotten about her whereabouts when I voted, you mentioning that made me go check

>>5791625
np then

>>5790789
>Draw a doodle of the Lady on a piece of parchment and glue it onto your underwear to protect your chastity from Slaneesh and Rat Furrys.

>>5790786
If we are passing by Bastonne and Duke Guion is there, we could have him sign the Warrant too. Count Remon signature is well and good, but if there are more signatures on the Warrant it will make it even more important and verified.
On that note better place the warrant in a thick box, well protected.

>>5790789
Changing my vote to
>To the First Chapel of Aquitaine

>>5790789
I'm changing my vote >>5790809 to
>To the First Chapel of Aquitaine
Because I wanna see our wife

The First Chapel
>>5791566
>>5791745
>>5791413
>>5791731

Grail Shrine
>>5790833
>>5791007
>>5791258
>>5791360
>>5791524
>>5791558

A Lake
>>5790835
>>5790840
>>5791035
>>5791254

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>>5791643

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“As I should.” Admitted the Knight Errant as he nodded in acceptance, “There should be a Grail Shrine between here and there. I can pray at one of these without losing any more time from the path that I will be taking towards Albion.”

“I have heard of one just south of the border with Bastonne. You will find it in a grassy field where a lake used to sit.” The Count said as he stepped away from the young Knight, “Pray there for her protection.”

There was a small welt of emotion within the heart of Lucian as he heard those words. It was a realization to Lucian here and now that it was likely the last time that the two will ever see each other. If Remon was lucky then he shall continue to act as the Count of this county but such chances were less and less likely.

A Knight who could not protect his home after all might not be called a Knight at all.

If they could not do that, then what right did they have to rule?

“I will pray for both a safe journey and for your own safety, Remon.” Lucian said as he gave a shallow smile, “If Morr allows it we shall meet once again under the sun.”

“He shall.” The Count said now a good distance from Lucian so that the Knight could march forward, “Goodbye, Lucian the Durand.”

“Goodbye, Remon.” The words coming from Lucian’s voice sounded final. Lucian wondered if these were the omens of Morr trembling through his flesh.

With those words Lucian left the Count and walked his way up to his companions. The Wagon that Truffles drove was modified with a seat for the dwarf to sit upon. It was shorter than a carriage but held the same elegance as one. Lucian noticed that an anvil covered in dwarven runes sat closest to the Dwarf.

At his other side was Tee-Nee-Tyny upon his mighty Bok. The larger creature laying low as if momicing a wolf more than man like the Skink was. In truth it did not look out of place to Lucian and might have been something of the original design of the creature before it became upright.

“My fellows, my friends, we march off now.” Lucian announced at the heights of his voice, “We march in the name of the Lady, Thungri, the Old Ones, and Morr! Together may we resist Nagash and his followers! To Albion!”

And with that declaration the three of them set off.

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The roads of Aquitaine were a familiar sight to Lucian. Across the horizon were the vineyards, orchards, and plantations that were all devoted to the production of the wines the region was famous for. The sun only accented these lands as it gave everything that was infront of them more color than it had any right to have.

Lucian could tell the people were anxious as they passed. Being a Black Knight did carry something of a stigma about it and yet it was most likely their Lizardman companions who were bringing the most ire.

“So we should make it to the border close to sundown you thinkin?” Asked Adok as the Dwarf lounged in the driver’s chair had made for himself.

“We should be. Count Remon was already close to the border as it was and we do not have an entire force of infantry marching with us.” Lucian said as he remembered the maps that he was pouring himself over the previous night, “This road will take us to the shrine and border to Bastonne.”

As they were talking Lucian could hear a low rumble from the Kroxigor. It was enough to get the attention of Lucian and Adok for it seemed odd. It was not the rumble of a monster, but sounded close to a call out.

It was Tyny who provided the translation, “There is a warmblood ahead of us on the road. Bok can smell its warmblood dripping upon the soil.”

The two fighters prepared their weapons upon the obvious weariness within the lizard’s voice. Specifically blood being mentioned was enough to get Lucian slightly agitated. The rune which sat at his chest however did not rumble against the coming fight.

The sense of the beast was proven as they crossed three whole hills before arriving at the injured person. The body of who laid at the side of the road in a ruinous fashion.

They all watched as the person raised their head towards them all, “H-help…”

With a wave of his hand Lucian had his fellows stop in their tracks. With hesitation he marched his beast forward towards the fallen figure.

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“Peasant.” Lucian called out to the man with a hard bellow so that his voice would carry, “Why are you near the door of Morr’s Garden and we might help you.”

“M-my cattle. I was-” The man gave a pained expression as he grabbed his chest, “I was getting home when… when lights danced before our eyes. They ran, one of them k-kicking me as they did.”

The man must have been a modestly wealthy peasant if he had Cattle, Lucian guessed, which was at odds with how dirty his clothing was. Those that could be described as Cattle Barons, for they took as much pride in their cattle as a Baron to his horses, had enough wealth to have holeless clothing. Lucian could count six holes just from being above the man.

“Are you asking for help wrangling them? I cannot give that for I am on a quest.” Lucian said rightfully. He wanted to give an apology for that yet the code prevented it. He was a noble and this man a serf, there was no reason he would help in such duties.

“I… I do not need such generosity.” The man said as he got to his knee, “C-can you take me home. I pray to Shallya that they meet me there.”

“Taking another body would not hurt, but I do not think this lad can take another body.” Adok said as he patted Truffles on the rear.

“Tyny do not sense any magic in the air…” Tyny said as he licked his eyes. There was a clear suspicion within his words at the fact for it went against the words of the person.

“Where is your home?” Lucian asked the stranger for a precious piece of information.

“It…” The man gave a small cough while holding his chest, “It is east my Lord. I live in Chambourcin, the last county before Bastonne.”

That would place this person, conveniently, close to where the shrine would be.

>Take him
>Leave him to rot
>Send another traveler to pick him up.

>>5792071
>Take him.

my money is on a cattle theif.

>>5792071
>>5792081
>take him
>Prepare for steaks tonight since he's probably faking it for either bandits or gillidiot

>>5792071
>Write in
"Describe me the lights you have seen and what you felt upon seeing them."
"Do you know of the Battle of Morr’s Passing ?"
Ask Tyny if he can sense anything strange from the man it self or from his wounds before going away. And have Bok and Adok, check our surroundings.

>Take him
Clean and wrap his wounds then to his home.

>>5792071
>Take him

>>5792071
>Take him