From the trials in the depths of the Grey Mountains Lucian and his company have made their way out to sea towards Albion. Now vowed as a Questing Knight, Lucian aims to arrive at the ancient temples that dot the mysterious realms of the island. There he shall learn the location of the dreadful Vampires who threaten Mankind, as well as fulfilling all the Oaths their company have made.
For one, Adok, to find a Mystic Rune hidden amongst the fog. For Lucian, to slay three monsters upon the Isles to win the support of Albion’s People. For Tee-Nee-Tyny, fulfill his purpose as guide to the Albion Temples.
++The Rules++
>Vote with Greentext, otherwise they probably won’t be accepted. >Write-ins can be accepted, and might even be used in the final without majority rule. >If you are going to change your vote, make it so your post only links to the numbers of the previous vote. It's cleaner that way. >If you mix votes together without modifying them in any way, I reserve the right to employ your top most pick as your vote. Claiming it as a write-in won’t work either unless you modify it to convince me otherwise. >The aim for rolls is low. Archive:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Bretonnia For the update schedule expect to be semi-daily with the chance I disappear for a week. If something comes up for myself I am placing that before this quest, so that should be kept in mind.
Dramatis Personae
Morr’s Company
Lucian the Durand Knight Errant
Adok Fireskin Runesmith
Tee-Ny-Tyny Mage-Priest of the Heavens
Bok
Duchy of Bordeleaux
Duke Moriset; Knight of the Realm Duke of Bordeleaux and Regent of Aquitaine
Ducal Prince Gillot; Knight Errant Heir to Bordeleaux
Luquin; Knight of the Realm Court Herald
Robinet; Knight of the Realm Warden
Emelina of Carlton Niece to Duke Moriset
Count Remon Mentor to Lucian
Duchy of Aquitaine
Albera the Golden; Damsel of the Lady; Priestess of the First Chapel
Sir Galandril Grail Knight Warden of the First Chapel and Twin Slayer
Others
Duke Guine of Bastonne, Knight of the Realm, Duke of Bastonne
Wendel Wolfmar, Priest of Morr, Wandering Priest
Enemies
Adolf Wigmar, Noble of the Empire, Traitor, Deceased
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Memories of Bordeleaux came into the mind of the Knight as the scent of sea water came to him. It was a distinct smell that rubbed against his throat with tang. The subtle smell of algae joined it as the always present water became a spawning pool for mold. After what was weeks underneath the earth Lucian did not deny himself this grace. That he could see the sun dancing above his head was enough to brush away any foul emotions that grew from being in the sunless underearth. His eyes looked upon the vessels that were scattered across the docks. They were all resting in the river basin which led to the proper sea. A weird place Lucian learned was both filled with salt water but also fresh water. Underneath him he could feel the powerful steps of Nightshade. The beast just as happy as he is for being outside in the sunlight. “That there!” Adok called out as he pointed a finger towards one of the vessels, “Saint Windel, they are the ones who will drop us off at Albion.” Lucian’s eyes glanced upon it, focused on the numerous men working on the deck. All of them had beards but short hair, something that was extremely common among the Imperials he realized. In Bretonnia catching a man, let alone a noble, with a beard was impossible. Yet here in the Empire it was common for their kin. They were just about to walk upon the docks when a pair of guards came up to them. In a practiced motion Lucian unbuckled the parchment from his belt and shined to the assembled swordsman the numerous documents that he carried about his waste. One from Bordeleaux, another from Bastonne, and a third from Karak Ziflin. The men looked at these documents then glanced at the massive monster that was the Kroxigor Bok. Swordsman they were, the warriors backed away then, allowing the group through without saying a word. Lucian saw Adok giving him a smile and the Knight had to share the same.
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The room the group of warriors and priests arrived at was large, too large to be a standard barracks. This was because in his wisdom Adok had purchased a storage hold within the ship instead of a series of rooms. With the sheer amount of beasts they were all transporting made it a necessity. Lucian laid himself on the wooden floor, placing his head on Nightshade’s stomach as he did so. Adok was sitting on the rear of the wagon working on the scythe that he had created in the bowels of Karak Kol. It was a finished blade but finishing touches were a constant effort. “Close we are.” Tee-Nee-Tyny said as it looked over the room, “Tee-Nee-Tyny shall control the winds to steer our course true, unless the forces of Chaos send their warriors on the sea.” “Northman raids have not been happening too much from what I gathered.” Adok told the group as he washed the blade, “In his death the Bretonnian High King gave them quite the wound.” “Are we sure to say that?” Lucian asked as he sat himself on the horse’s stomach, “Our trip through the underways was too smooth. My blade has not bled a single monster since it was forged.” “Thats because we got the blessing of Grombrindal! And he gave me a good set of directions.” Joked Adok as he stopped working at the blade and looked up, “By my Ancestor's Beards I met the White Dwarf! I can return to Karak A Karak in triumph!” “The Spirit who walks the ages asked that he not be spoken of.” Tee-Nee-Tyny told Adok as he licked his eyes. Adok simply gave Tee-Nee-Tyny a distasteful look as a good point was made. He shook his head in annoyance with a huff. “So how long upon the waters do you think we will be?” Lucian asked as he felt the vessel slowly move and shutter. “A week I am told, but our friend here can made it shorter.” Adok said as he presented a hand towards Tee-Nee-Tyny with little gusto. They did not spend much time there, only a night in the grand city of Marienburg. Yet Lucian had learned his lesson to not stay within an area for long lest he run the risk of Chaos rearing its head. Now upon the ship he would need to do something to take off the fact that something was surely going to happen out in sea. >Help out the crew, they could always use a strong hand >Explore the vehicle, perhaps go through the storage >Practice and meditate on the new scythe. Get us to its power.
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>>5901473 >Practice and meditate with the scythe. We are a commoner no more. Let them do their work
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>>5901473 > Practice and meditate on the new scythe. Get us to its power Anonymous
>>5901473 >>EXPLORE MEETING PEOPLE
TALKING
FUCKING ABOUT
SHOWING OFF!!!
Anonymous
>>5901473 >Practice and meditate on the new scythe. Get us to its power This is their Lady appointed task, just as the Destruction of Undeath is ours, it would damage the honour of all involved
Anonymous
>>5901473 >>Practice and meditate on the new scythe. Get us to its power. Chivalry.Enjoyer
>>5901473 >Explore the vehicle, perhaps go through the storage. We'll have all the time in the world to train on the boat, and it's been a while since we explored a non-hostile location.
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>>5901473 >Help out the crew, they could always use a strong hand Machine QM
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For the record it looks like smiting won the last vote:
Rune of Flight
>>5898240 Rune of Banishment
>>5898537 >>5898646 >>5898811 >>5899426 Rune of Smiting
>>5898615 >>5898670 >>5898736 >>5898918 >>5899117 Machine QM
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>>5902674 So funny thing, the rune is technically from the Axe of Dargo, which is the legendary weapon of Karak Kardin. Karak Kardin is specially known as the Karak of Slayers, with the Slayer King upon its throne.
I guess Lucian will not be escaping the Slayers.
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Lucian could feel the ship move from one side to the other. It reminded him of his battle against the Hellpit Abomination. A monster so large that its attacks caused the very ground to become so much less solid than it should have been. Here he experienced it in a slower, but constant form that threatened to work at his senses. Falling to it he did not though. It was not that he did not feel the pain of it all but that his mind and body was somehow above that threshold of pain. He could tolerate far more than a normal man, and even Dwarf, as Lucian had last seen Adok lying in bed grumbling in pains. Within his lap was the newest creation of the Dwarf, a scythe of blackened metal and whose size was somewhat greater than before. Previously it was a farming instrument that was steadly increased in quality and strength by the Dwarf’s hands but this one was no longer that. Made by Dwarfen Steel in the dead keep of Karak Kol it was far stronger than the last one in a material sense. It was also far heavier than before, like trying to pick up a beast. He was strong enough though. Slowly taking the weapon into his hands to feel out the weight of the instrument. As he did so the rune that was settled upon it, Kel-Thezar, glowed with a powerful yellow light as Lucian felt his flesh shaken by it. Responsibility was what weighed within his hands for he knew in an instant that the scythe was no longer just a simple weapon. There was barely a thing he could compare it to. While the enchantment did not fight him he felt as though there was no holding back. If he made a simple strike against the nearest wall, Lucian will rend a hole into the side of the ship as large as a small child. If used against a man who was unlucky, Lucian will not only cleave the man in two but tear asunder the entirety of his flesh. Where the armor wanted to give into wanting fury the scythe threatened it. It was a threat that Lucian needed to be wary of. It was as the weapon was so delicately balanced within his hands that Lucian saw someone come towards him from the right. The man looked… foreign. The Knight could not place exactly where he was from for he did not sport the massive beards of the Imperials nor did his hair looked as cared for as a Bretonnian Noble. Lucian would call the man a well off Peasant, similar to what he was before the destruction of his home. He looked over Lucian’s weapon with curiosity and a close eye. Lucian felt like he wanted to hide away his scythe, or perhaps keep it close away from the prying eyes of a man who looked as disheveled as he. Not to mention that the man had a stench of the dirt upon him. A scent the Knight was all to familiar with working both the Gardens of Morr and walking through the Underway for the last few weeks.
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“Do you need something?” Lucian asked the man as he eyed him. “Quite the nice scythe you have there Sir Knight.” He said taking Lucian’s words as an invitation to get even closer, “Your weapon and armor are excellent Sir Knight! I don’t think I have ever seen a set like yours.” “Thank you…” Lucian felt the oddness increase as he flushed his hand, “As I asked before, did you need something?” “Is there a problem with a man admiring good things?” The man said in something that was not an accent. It was a gummier way of talking that he never really heard others use, “I don’t think it's a crime. You’re so decorated, Sir Knight, you look like something that's jumped out of the pages.” “Flattery will not get you anywhere.” Lucian told the man as he made sure his green eyes were sharply turned in his direction. The man acted there as if he did not hear it. Or perhaps he did not understand what Lucian was trying to get at. If he was born on the wrong side of the shed then that would make a little more sense. Or was it something else. If Lucian learned anything from the fool Wigmar it was someone might not be who they present themselves to be. “C-can I touch it?” He asked with a hesitant hand. A stupid idea, Lucian knew, for the man could surely feel the magic that was contained within the rune. While Lucian did not feel defeated or overwhelmed by the weapon, that was because he had gotten used to having only a single rune active. He feared what would happen if a normal man did do something as mundane as touching it. Would he explode? Would he simply pass out from the strain? Actually Lucian was a little curious but would he allow it to take his sense of right? “Are you sure?” Lucian asked to make sure, “This weapon is of magic, and can harm you greatly if wielded so lightly.” “I don’t think it will do much if I touch it.” The dullard said in a gummy mock. >Sure, touch it >You can wield it for a moment >No, definitely no >Remove him with reasonable force.
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>>5902706 >No, definitely not. Our oath is to pay respects to all peasantry as they are due. Letting them get zapped by dwarven rage magic is not inside that definition.
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>>5902706 >No, definitely no This 100% feels like a classic Arthurian set-up, this guy is going to be some kind of crazy monster that steals our scythe
Also
>Lucian the Man-Slayer Anonymous
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>>5902706 >>No, definitely no Anonymous
>>5902706 >No, definitely no >Write in >take the scythe and fully raise in height. >"Don't make another step toward me" >"This is my weapon, and cannot and will not be touched by hands that cannot understand its power. It will do much if you touch it and i take the decision now to spare you from it. You are dismissed, leave me to my training and do not ask again to touch my scythe." Ask tyny and adok if they feel anything in the ship (its a small area so i doubt they will have issues), also go and give a pat to Truffles and Nightshade.
i never heard a human voice being defined has gummier, i doubt Lucian did has well. SO keep our guard.
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>>5902706 >No, definitely no >This weapon represents a blessing and a curse but it is only mine to bear Machine QM
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>>5903158 Id post a pic, but that would be a spoiler.
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>>5902706 >>Remove him with reasonable force. NO GET
MERLINS THE FUCK
IN MY OOOOOUT
QUEST Anonymous
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Lucian rose from his place, easily standing over the man with his full height. Lucian might not have been a Knight for all his life yet he grew like one of the Nobility. It was only clear to him more as he was easily a head taller than the man who began to look meek under his gaze. “Do not make another step towards me, <span class="mu-i">Peasant</span>.” Lucian made sure to accent his words as an attempt to stamp into the head of the other what his desire was, “This is my weapon, forged in the Grey Mountains by the hands of a Dwarfen Runesmith. Someone like you cannot understand the power that a Runesmith placed into the weapon.” “But-” “I am doing this for your own safety as well as all upon this vessel.” Lucian admitted as he gave a glare at the puggy face of the fool, “I seem to value your life more than you yourself do. Morr will not take you today, so leave.” There was a sudden sneer upon the face of the man who had been so thoroughly rejected by Lucian. He showed his back to the Knight but kept up a series of glances as to keep his eyes upon Lucian and the weapon. The fool was trouble. The Black Knight made his way back to his room. There he could see the worn out Adok rolling amongst the cart as Truffles ate some hay that they gathered from Marienburg. The white haired donkey looked happy eating. If the donkey had any issues walking across the entire continent then Lucian did not see it in those eyes. If it remembered his home was another fact he did not know. It has been a long while. Glancing over Lucian saw in one corner the large form of Bok sleeping. Well, Lucian guessed the Kroxigor was sleeping but it looked more like a statue lying on the floor. No real movements, it even looked like it had stopped breathing. Looking above its head was the Skink, a small flow of magics dancing across his hands as he focused on “Tee-Nee-Tyny.” Lucian said somewhat formally, “Can you, uh, see if there are magical things on the ship. I just had a meeting with an odd man and wanted to make sure he was not some foul omen or worse.” The Skink opened an eye towards Lucian for a moment, “Warmblood suspects treason upon this watercraft?” “Yes, I do.” Lucian said simply. Really why wouldn’t he expect trouble, he does tend to find things that bring ruin.
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Tee-Nee-Tyny closed his eye and focused once again upon the magics that were dancing across his hands. Lucian could not help but stare at the odd colors that were dancing within his palms. They were soft, almost as if the Skink was holding a bright cloud within his hands that subtly glowed. Thin flows of electricity flowed in between his fingers as he twisted his wrist in another direction. If there were symbols Lucian could not see them. If there was a method here Lucian did not know it. Beyond even Runes these true magics and sorceries was something that he did not know of. “This one does not feel the presence of active magics besides what is known.” The Skink said as an eye once again opened, “If Chaos is afoot, this one has already told the ruinous he is here.” “They… already know you are here?” Lucian checked to make sure he was understanding his fellow Priest correctly. “Because Tee-Nee-Tyny practices so openly that Chaos knows.” He admitted with a slow nod. Lucian would admit first and foremost that Tee-Nee-Tyny looked somewhat cute still, an odd sense of the beastial person being somehow pleasing to the eye. Yet there was something aged within his words, “Slowly will this one be able to stop, but together with the warmblood can search the vessel for foreign magics.” “Are we talking an hour, or will it be tomorrow?” “When next the star rises.” It answered while licking its opened eye. >Leave things be for the moment >Go on an investigation with the Skink >Look around alone
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>>5903659 >Investigate with The Skink Anonymous
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>>5903659 >>Go on an investigation with the Skink Anonymous
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>>5903659 >Go on an investigation with the Skink Hell yeah, we'll play goodskink badknight investigating all up this ship
Chivalry.Enjoyer
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>>5903659 >Go on an investigation with the Skink. Anonymous
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>>5903659 >Go on an investigation with the Skink If he smells like dirt is he a grave robber?
Also we made a vow to treat peasants with respect.
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>>5903659 >Leave things be for the moment Machine QM
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The day went by as Lucian waited for Tee-Nee-Tyny to get to place where the Lizard could leave his magics be. Why it took so long Lucian could not guess, but perhaps it was because of how dangerous the magics he worked were. If it was anything like the Runes that were settled on the blade and armor of the Knight, then perhaps it was as dangerous as they were. His Scythe now could easily bring this vessel to the bottom of the sea, the magics he wielded could probably do so by accident. Standing near one of the few stairs that led to the surface of the vessel, Lucian watched as Tee-Nee-Tyny brought his hands out and began turning them as if he was moving something extremely delicate. The same misty lightning seemed to crawl across his hands as he tapped into the winds of magic. “Senses and eyes opened, sight has been gifted to Tee-Nee-Tyny.” He said while brushing his hands across the scene before him, “Guide this one, for safety of themself and others.” Lucian gave an affirmation while taking a position infront of the Skink. With him as the vanguard the Knight was able to guide the Skink across the boat and the area as one would hope and expect. There were a few sailors, a mix of Imperials and Bretonnians from Lucian’s reckoning, who almost ran into the Skink. For those who were Bretonnian just a simple movement of the armor to get their attention quickly drew the men to bow in reverence of the Knight. Imperials took a little bit more, with one of them having to be carefully handled by Lucian. No harm was brought upon him, but Lucian could tell the fear the man had as he noticed the green eyes of the Black Knight. They made their way across the deck. First they swept the top decks to make sure nothing was hiding in plain sight before following their way down through the bowels of the ship. Going through the numerous cargo holds and even a few rooms. A few hours had gone by after just taking a look at the top of the vessel and a few of those rooms and holds. It was only when they made it into another of the cargo holds that they met him again.
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When they turned into the next cargo hold the man who looked somewhat decrepit was facing the two of them with a little confusion. He gave a smile, one that did not have all the teeth in it, “Sir Knight!” “Peasant.” Lucian said as he brushed off the man. Or at least he tried as the man simply stood there without getting out of the way. “Sir Knight, what are you doing here?” He asked as his gums flapped and spit was parsed through his lips. “We are investigating for any signs of Chaos.” Lucian said straightly as he stared down the man, “Are you going to stay in my way?” “B-but are you?” He smiled as he spoke those words, “Your eyes, they are mutant.” That was a horrible insult. So horrible that Lucian could not even call himself offended by hearing it. Lucian knew the man was hiding something now, nearly guaranteed, for he clearly was not doing so because he feared Chaos. It would have been like those sailors earlier, their fear written upon their face. He was simply standing in their way. >Hold him back while the investigation finished, just body blocking >Use some force against him >Perhaps it is time to interrogate him >Leave him be, perhaps we stalk him now
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>>5904592 >>Perhaps it is time to interrogate him Anonymous
>>5904592 >Perhaps it is time to interrogate him Still so upset with Anons for choosing glowing green eyes in a setting where only the evilest shit glows green
Anonymous
>>5904734 We THOUGHT it was a punishment.
>>5904592 >Interrogate it Anonymous
I am not sure... I don't want to break the oath about mistreating peasants, but is this one a peasant? If somene is not a noble then they are peasant, just like that no matter how well off? Is tinytiny a peasant... I don't want to go full jew trying to bend the rules and go lawful evil.......... Look, the thing he wants the most is to touch the blade or us. TOUCHING seems to be the key here... are they a fey, chaos, mutant or something else? What are they...>Leave him be
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>>5905264 >Perhaps it is time to interrogate him He just besmirched our honor and the cities rulers and knights for allowingus to walk around. Think that puts us in the clear.
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Lucian’s hands moved fast, his hands reaching out towards the tunic of the rotten man and pulling him towards the Knight. Lucian felt ease in this move as the man barely weighed anything against the horrors that he had seen. The Black Knight had challenged giant bats, Hellpit Abominations, and his fellow man without another thought. If this man, this peasant, thought he could stay in Lucian’s way then that was going to be a problem. “You listen to my words, peasant.” Lucian made sure to apply the same kind of venom that Gillot had given him. The kind that was clearly meant to scare the daemons of any man lesser than he was into compliance, “You’ve been standing in my way for long enough and tried to play us. No more.” “C-come on Sir Knight,” He tried to weasel his way out of the situation as if that was always what he could do, “You would not hurt an innocent man. Arn’t you Knights suppose to be the most noble?” “Obstructing my duties is not something a peasant can do. For while I vow to protect others, the Gods know that you are not to be counted as the meek.” Lucian announced as he raised his hand. It was an easy move, doing so bringing up the unnamed man with ease, “Who are you, and why are you obstructing me?” “Hehe, Sir I don’t think I need to answer to you.” His gummy face grew a smile as Lucian starred into him. That fear that radiated from the numerous peasants and sailors on this vessel was non-existant. Lucian held his confusion as the man yelled, “HELP! I AM BEING REPRESSED! HELP!” The bellow of the man rocked the ship easily. Lucian glanced at the man with an incomprehensible expression as if he heard something most stupid. After all, was it not the normal lot of life for peasants to be oppressed. He was on the other side of that coin and knew no one would care. But it was when the people gathered from both the deck and the depths of the vessel. Numerous sailors of the same mix from above, Imperials and Bretonnians, each of them looking in wonder at the situation before them. While those from his homeland looked with some understanding, it was the Imperials who looked upon Lucian with sickening eyes. It was as if Lucian was a monster preying upon their fellow countryman. That he was committing an action so foul that it bordered on taboo. And then a man whose dress was closing in on Lucian’s own decor walked in from the deck.
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“By the name of Ulric, put that man down!” Bellowed the decorated man as he walked onto the scene. Lucian felt confusion upon his brow and did not move, causing the man to yell his commands again, “I said put that man down, knight!” Lucian was starting to get a sense of what was happening, so he slowly placed the gummy man on the hardwood floor so that he could fully face the man, “This man was getting in the way of my investigation. As he was imposing, he perhaps know something I need to know.” The man looked at Lucian with something close to contempt, “Bretonnian, this is a Marien Vessel! Our city-state had escaped the tyrant grip of the Empire long before you were a fledgling. You do not have any authority here to commit acts of violence on my ship!” “I am a Priest of Morr.” Lucian said as he released the grubby man to face the man completely, “Surely this vessel recognizes the Death God’s authority in matters like these.” The man focused on Lucian and then glanced towards Tee-Nee-Tyny. The Skink was giving an eye at the man, his magic stopping as this situation started. His words were reaching Lucian and were making some sense. He had remembered Adok talking about these things but he did not expect someone to call an authority against him. “I am Captain of this vessel, Morrite.” He spoke with a force of will that rivaled Errant Knights, “It doesn't matter who you are, even Ulric or your Lady, my word upon this vessel is equal to one of your damned Royarch and you will respect it as much!” Glancing at the peasant Lucian could see the wide scheming smile on his face. This was exactly what he was hoping for. Even if Lucian was not bound by oaths to keep harm from coming to the innocent, these sailors were needed to keep the vessel afloat and moving. If he killed too many of them it would be impossible to make it to Albion. As for the temperment of the people, glancing at the sailors, Lucian could see a hatred that was growing amongst the Imperials. The Bretonnians seemed almost flabbergasted by the actions of the Captain. Perhaps, Lucian guessed, they were expecting him to lash out and teach him who was really his better. >Let the situation go >Continue arguing with the man >Lets see if this vessel can be ran by Bretonnian sailors only
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>>5905837 >Continue arguing with the man. For his and his sailors sake more than ours. We will try to be reasonable but this guy is fucking up to something and if this Captain wants to throw the gauntlet over protecting him then so be it.
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>>5905057 A punishment for what? Especially when it was explicitly labeled as a Blessing.
>>5905837 >Continue arguing with the man Respect his authority as captain, but his man has grossly overstepped his bounds
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>>5905837 >>Continue arguing with the man backing off that easy? no
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>>5905837 >>Continue arguing with the man. Anonymous
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>>5905837 >Continue arguing with the man. No, you moron, We will not. You will abide by my authority against the wicked or you will join them.
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>>5905837 >Continue arguing with the man > You do not have any authority here to commit acts of violence on my ship!” I am not committing violence, I am searching for chaos. Do you wish to Harbor enemies on your own ship?
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>>5905837 >Continue arguing with the man "Captain, this man has already seen fit to attempt seizing my property, a Bretonnian noble's property. I have grounds for suspicion that this is not his first attempt and am prosecuting the investigation."
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>>5906517 >support >He besmirched my honor and the honor of all the knights and lords of this city. And everyone that has signed our writ. "“We are investigating for any signs of Chaos.” Lucian said straightly as he stared down the man, “Are you going to stay in my way?”
“B-but are you?” He smiled as he spoke those words, “Your eyes, they are mutant.”
That was a horrible insult. So horrible that Lucian could not even call himself offended by hearing it. Lucian knew the man was hiding something now, nearly guaranteed, for he clearly was not doing so because he feared Chaos. It would have been like those sailors earlier, their fear written upon their face."
By calling us mutant. We have the RIGHT to defend our honor. Regardless of where we are.
"Just like you are the captain of your ship. I am the captain of my honor. Would you deny me my right? Would I then be forced to deny you yours?" You muse out loud rhetorically.
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>>5906735 He even besmirched the captains honor by implying hes a mutant lover. And consorts with chaos.
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>>5904734 same
>>5905837 >Continue arguing with the man >>5906517 >>5906735 support, if the captain tries again with this is my ship, we can remind him that chaos doesn't not care of that and acts when it wants it.
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>>5905837 >Continue arguing with the man. There are many sailors in this world, if this captain thinks that hurting the honor of a Bretonnian nobleman could somehow end well. Them maybe he's not the best choice to take us north.
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>>5906735 Good points but I expect the Captain will not allow the witch hunt or the redress of honour. In this way we bring another charge of attempted theft that we prevented earlier through force.
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Looks like we are going to be arguing a lot with this man. This will be fun. But I know what fun I will be having here for the next week I am already having flashbacks to building Clanrats.
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>>5907065 Hehe, forgot the image
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Lucian felt his anger simmer of the surface. It was not a strong anger, not one that would awaken the rune that was placed upon his breast but the kind of anger from someone who was slighted. He was simply brushed off the wrong way, a common thought against someone who clearly was in the wrong. “My apologies Captain.” Lucian felt it was best to be courteous to the man as he spoke. After all while he was a Knight of Bretonnia the man was correct in his points. He was essentially a Duke and should be respected as such, “But I cannot stop my investigation now.” Upon the words of Lucian the man seemed to somewhat calm himself. He was given proper respect and now felt he could talk more calmly, “And what investigation are you committing as a Morite Priest?” “I suspect that he,” Lucian gestured a hand towards the man that was so sharp it would poke the man, “is hiding something of Chaos on this very vessel.” Lucian’s words seemed to wound the Captain as they were spoken. A dagger of possible treachery being dug into his heart as even the idea of there being evil in his presence was heartbreaking. Lucian noticed that among the group of sailors many of them tensed at the mere mention of Chaos, their flesh itching as phantom warts appeared within it. The Black Knight had been amongst the company of stronger folk, or those already damned, that he did not think what mentioning their great enemy openly would cause. “I dispute! Dispute I say!” Shouted the gummy fool as he stepped forward, “Look over me Captain, check my clothes and my flesh, I do not have any stigmata on me! Look through my things too if you wish!” “Yet you still stopped me!” Lucian shouted at the man only for the Captain to get between them once more. “Silence!” The captain yelled as his face was obviously peeved. “Look at him! Everyone look at Sir Knight!” roubleroused the peasant as he pointed towards Lucian, “Look upon his eyes, is that not the Stigmata of Chaos!? A sign of mutation!”
Machine QM
The bowels of the ship became heated quickly as the crowd that was forming became agitated. Even the Bretonnians, each of whom were thoroughly bred to fear the Nobility, became almost willful as they heard such a clear accusation. Lucian could not let it sit and made his step towards the fool, “You dare besmirch my honor Peasant!?” “I only say how I see it.” Laughed the porky man as he kept that finger pointing at Lucian. “Stop it you, and you stop moving!” The Captain said as he placed his hand on the sword. “He defames me, see him doing it!” Lucian told everyone quickly, “See how he preaches my damnation.” “Shut up Mutant!” yelled one of the crewmen as he took a bottle and threw it in the direction of Lucian. The glass shattered easily upon Lucian’s left pauldron into several pieces that danced across both the captain, the Skink, and the fool. “Who is the fool who threw that!?” Lucian yelled as the flowing of magic came through his veins. Such a dismissing attack by his honor required retaliation. Yet as he stepped forward the Knight realized that he did not see where the attack came from. “By my orders as Captain, invoked by the Guild of Sailors, I hereby declare everyone here dismissed to their quarters!” The Captain shouted as fast as he could, “That includes you Knight!” It was clear the man was not wanting to cause problems. Not when he knew for a fact there was at least one Runesmith on board who could destroy their vessel with a single stroke of his hammer. He was also not someone who was going to go against Lucian for something like glowing eyes, not when it was clear Lucian was of another standing than mortal men. His crew on the other hand did not share the same sentiment. >Take the chance to disengage >Lets shatter this vessel
Anonymous
>>5907124 >Lets hijack this vessel. Enough games. We will do what we must and if the Captain stands in our way then so be it.
Anonymous
>>5907124 >>5907125 Actually think
>Ignore the Captain Is a more correct prompt for what I want.
Anonymous
>>5907124 >>Ignore the Captain Anonymous
>>5907124 >IGnre the captain I dolik e this one
Anonymous
>>5907124 >Lets shatter this vessel Anonymous
>>5907124 >Time to purge anyone who would stop a priest of the death God. We will find enough gold on this vessel to hire sailors. Or blessed people wanting be our followers. Don't we still have the writ of inquistor? I believe we were just told to tell the Duke before we did it in his lands if I remember correctly. Time fully investigate and then hang the chaos lovers. We shall detain any man or woman who would stop our investigation and investigate them too.
Anonymous
>>5907124 >Ignore the Captain. You dont get to flee gummy man and we will kill those who defend you
Anonymous
A thought occurs. Is he trying to goad us into a slaughter, from which we will be stranded in the middle of the sea? That would be a sneaky chaos move.
Anonymous
>>5907124 >Ignore the Captain >"This is your vessel captain, but the gods are above us. I will do what i have to do for the gods regardless of you or your men choices, do not be in my way this is my last warning." >Knock down people or wound them up if they attack us. Unfortunately for them the armored fists of a demigod trained and experienced in war and combat, hurts a metric ton and sailor clothing do not help. They shall meet the ground and gasp for air there. Also Tyny can probably put to sleep a lot of them or use other spells that aren't super destructive, he is probably ready to do something for the chaos little shit. Mortals shouldn't be killed even if they don't understand a basic, like : don't walk in the way of Morr Chosen. Of course for knocking down people, has in : anyone that isn't chaos shits or that doesn't want to kill us for nothing ..... . Anyone else gets the scythe tornado murder blender, especially that little rat that is escaping. I think cutting his legs should help :) in that regard.
>>5907385 No, we had exchanged for his sign on the writ for Tyny and Bok (we have Count Remon sign, Duke Guion sign and the Dwarven King that wasn't given a name).
And what you are talking about was only for the duke Guion of Bastonne, in his lands not anywhere else.
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>>5907520 very possible that seems the angle here, i think he has something in the ship storage/his room to use, which is way his legs are the first to go. Maybe a chaos sea monster is coming too or a ship full of n*rscans and chaos warriors.
Morr might make a call to Mannan if needed, i doubt he likes the idea of us stopped on a ship.
Machine QM
>>5907128 Are you all sure about this? Doing so risks the lives of innocents.
Anonymous
>>5907124 >Reply "Captain, you have your oaths that you are bound by and your authority you are due for them. I have my own oaths to Morr and the Lady and the authority that entails to stop the undead and Chaos in whatever form presented. You will not stop this and you bring me to conflict in attempting to."
>Then ignore the Captain Anonymous
>>5907548 I'm sure this is less about Chaos and more about the guy slighting a noble. We're looking for any excuse that fits in-character, reasonable or not.
Meanwhile Tyny is in the room with his sight the entire time. What does he say?
Anonymous
>>5907548 Honestly with the way of how you written the scene, it seems many want to die for that other sailor and if the situation is left like this it will develop in something worse (like the chaos dude enacting something foul and convincing the rest of the crew which seems very easy by this reaction), then for negligence Lucian & co that could have prevented something, would have done 0, nada, nothing.... because a ship captain said so. Picture this : holy warrior told by an officer "n-no !" for check the barracks of his men (plus bottle thrown). If Lucian was a sigmarite warrior priest, the head of this guy would be already outside flying.
Neither captain or sailors seem to care about the very heavily armored holy dark knight opinion, that was minding his own business for several days and not interacting with them until now. Which is tremendously and recklessly stupid in warhammer.
I would be open to not follow in to this, but it doesn't look like its a good choice for the current desire to attack us displayed, the fact they call us openly mutant (us a knight and chosen of Morr), the fact they don't really care of what we said or of us (heavy armored dark knight, pitch black armor), and how the chaos dude seem to know nothing can happen to him in the immediate and afterwards too.
>>5907559 >I'm sure this is less about Chaos and more about the guy slighting a noble. We're looking for any excuse that fits in-character, reasonable or not. No this is about chaos. This sailor has been acting too suspicious and when we where minding our business searching, this sailor started it again.
The fact that another sailor throwed a bottle, is just a plus but this sailor smells. Who the fuck comes bothering mr holy dark knight ? No one beside this strange and slimy dude
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>>5907548 Honestly, yes.
The crew is turning hostile and they have already thrown a bottle at us. I'd like to spare the Bretonnians, but we only need about half of them to pilot the ship.
Remember what you told us, threads ago?
>When in doubt, listen to what people say. Even peasants know when it is acceptable to badtalk a noble who has lost his honour. We need to recitfy this before their "talk" becomes action.
Anonymous
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>>5905057 Actually a good amount of people understood it was an aesthetic blessing by Morr, and voted for other colors or aesthetics blessings. Which made sense since Morr further empowered Lucian with divine power at that time.
I remember the ones that voted green did so for liking the color or for lucian green part of his symbol, the others thought about the warpstone that we had seen fighting skavens before, and people associated the color.
Machine QM
>>5907571 They don't really care about his opinion because he has glowing eyes and shows it proudly. They also came in when you fellows started the interrogation on someone who actually has a head on those shoulders.
So the question becomes, are you too proud to back down, breaking your Oath to respect the peasants, or come back to it when emotions die down.
Anonymous
>>5907578 oh this breaks our oath. Fuck sake.
>>5907405 >Change it to disengage. This will not be forgotten, tiny man.
Anonymous
SO EVERYONE GETS THE MEMO.>OATH BREAKING And we don't wanna do that. I'd have thought the attack would permit retribution.
Anonymous
>>5907578 >glowing eyes and shows it proudly. i would agree if it was a common man, but... this is getting nowhere. i don't think you understand our position and just accepting insults and a bottle like this is not normal in warhammer. Man that oath is bad, did it include even doing nothing if they attack us ?
>>5907124 >Take the chance to disengage >>5907534 switch from my vote here. really don't like this but i am not breaking an oath. Keep our guard high and i guess do nothing beside waiting in our room armed and armored. The ship is getting chaos'd and we will murder blend it in a few weeks.
Machine QM
>>5907581 Against maybe that one guy, but once the slaughter starts the sailors protect their own. I'll write it in that the Captain can have whoever threw the bottle lashed if you all want.
Anonymous
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>>5907583 Keel hauled preferred, but so long as Punishment is meted out. Better their justice than our scythe.
Anonymous
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>>5907583 idk if nothing happens then they can do whatever with us. Which i am expecting to happen regardless with their stupidity
Anonymous
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>>5907578 How is this Oath breaking? Our problem is with the shitstirrer, if the others intervene and try to fight us on his behalf than that's their bloody decision. Respect to peasants isn't to let them do whatever they want.
Chivalry.Enjoyer
>>5907578 QM what is the limit of our oath? Do we have to respect the peasants no matter what they do? With all due respect, tell me a Knight of the Realm who would tolerate this individual's audacity.
Not to mention that as other anons have already said, this level of audacity is not normal, "but the eyes show that we are a mutant." And our armor demonstrates the will of the gods, if these sailors in their right mind wish to try their luck in the afterlife, so be it.
Not to mention that we can fight these sailors without killing them, when they are all tied up and properly educated on the reasons for not provoking the noblewoman, we will resolve everything peacefully.
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>>5907621 >Not provoking the noblewoman BY THE WILL OF GRIMGAR, I WIELD THE FURIOUS HANDBAG!
Chivalry.Enjoyer
>>5907124 >Ignore the Captain. These sailors will rudely discover why peasant revolts don't exist in this part of the world.
Machine QM
>>5907621 If they are a force of Chaos they're fair game. If they attack you they're fair game.
the issue here is not only will you be killing a bunch of sailors who see themselves as defending their vessel and you will inadvertantly kill the truly innocent who had nothing to do with it as the vessel essentially becomes unsailable.
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>>5907623 Peasants arent worth breaking our Oaths over CE.
Anonymous
>>5907632 > If they attack you they're fair game. > the issue here is not only will you be killing a bunch of sailors who see themselves as defending their vessel These two contradict each other.
Also nobody here is advocating for a rampage. It's to keep interrogating the shitstirrer and if anybody tries to stop us then use escalating force.
I doubt anybody will be so willing to do so after the first guy gets gut punched by the demi god.
Anonymous
>>5907634 read the rest of the sentence. By removing the bastards here, the ship will become unsailable due to the lack of manpower.
Killing them, if we don't fix this shit quickly and get to land.
Anonymous
>>5907681 If that's the problem than the "who see themselves as defending their vessel" is irrelevant. It would also open up a whole can of worms of us having "killed" numerous innocents indirectly by killing any bastard who is comitting evil deeds but has innocent lives depending on him
We also will not be killing anybody. Like I said, the sailors won't be suicidal enough to attack the demi god.
Anonymous
>>5907686 >support this line of thinking. Anonymous
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>>5907695 Also if they are inadvertently working for chaos because they let chaos sway them with honeyed words. They are technically helping chaos. And like other's have said we work for the God's. We aren't bound by mortal standards. The path to hell is paved with good intentions. Doesn't matter if they think they are good if they are actually doing the work of evil and chaos. And our standing should be beyond the reproach of peasants to question. Especially if they dishonor us. Especially purposely we are the Black Knight our deeds should be well known. Even here. And we were the colors of Morr and are clearly blessed by him.
Anonymous
>>5907681 We have not left the docks yet. We could still get more sailor's. I bet we could get disciples of Morr to volunteer on our most holy mission.
Anonymous
>>5907695 >Ignore the captain continue our investigation. If anyone uses force against us. We use it back. If they don't attack us they have nothing to fear unless they get found as a chaos supporter. Self defense dictates that they're the aggressor. And we have the right to defend ourselves. Plus the dude has no evidence that we are a mutant or a member of Chaos. We have not acted in any way to give that perception. So I'd say the onus is on the the accuser. Otherwise it's a defamatory statement of a GRAIL seeking knight. Blessed by morr seeking out to destroy evil and chaos. And our writ from the dukes and king of the dwarves. Would then defame their honor too for giving a mutant or member of Chaos the writ. It's not just our honor they are calling into question but a ton of other very honorable and high standing lords and knights.
Anonymous
>>5907706 ??????
Holy shit really? I must have misread, I thought we were on voyage and passing the time. Fuck THESE people. Only issue now would be getting a ship once these bastards natter on us to the guild of sailors or whatever.
But we can pull our punches and only break a few bones with people who try their fucking luck.
>>5907710 Lets not kid ourselves anon, our eyes freaking glow. That's all you need for these retards who are not at all interested in the truth and a specific fuck is trying to rile his friends up so we either let him go or have to instigate violence.
We are evidently unnatural and that's being leveraged.
Machine QM
>>5907686 To put it simply, at this point, they are. Also they do not know who Lucian is, the fact he can kill everyone on this ship does not cross their minds. At this point the men would want to tie Lucian to a post on the ship and throw eggs at him.
Do not think this is a rational situation. It's not.
Anonymous
>>5907716 Really? The sailors would continue to attack Lucian after he punches one of them across the room? If they do then they really deserve it and we're not breaking our oath.
Machine QM
>>5907712 He's wrong, you are on open sea.
Anonymous
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>>5907722 Again, we'll continue to interrogate the twat and if they want to stop us then that's their problem.
Machine QM
>>5907722 Enough guns tend to take down even the Champions of Chaos.
Anonymous
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>>5907727 With big guns sure but whatever pistols these lads have? Lmao. This still doesn't break our Oath anyway
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>>5907724 Yeah, Thought so.
Still, wish to say fuck these people, but restraining myself.
Chivalry.Enjoyer
>>5907727 Boss, how about this: the fight will inevitably occur but it doesn't have to be a bloodbath.
We and any of our allies who join the fight will use non-lethal methods, after all their captain himself is obviously not a suicidal madman. And because we are going to "hold back", the fight would be much more difficult than normal.
Obviously the result would be your judgment. If the dice rolls a critical failure I would accept that the oath was broken, and that we just murdered an innocent person. But if we succeed we will have to take care of several injured and bad-tempered sailors afterwards.
Of course you want boss, this is a possible solution to this impasse.
I'm sorry but I don't see a noble, especially one from Bretonnia, letting a situation like this happen without any retaliation. Even within the history itself so far doesn't allow our favorite mutant to accept this humiliation. Please compare this to the situation when we executed that peasant who refused to obey our orders, when we were organizing them for war. In our little Lu's head, would there be any real difference? He's just another ignorant peasant getting in the way of our duty.
Machine QM
>>5907750 The problem is two fold:
1. People want to ignore the Captain. Let alone Lucian's mutations, the crew will not stand someone disobeying the Captain of the vessel.
2. Many of these men from the Empire and Marienburg. Marienburg to my memory is a fiercely soverign and won't accept being under another's thumb easily. Imperials are similar.
I get what you guys are saying, but the Captain has given this order to everyone. While you are right a normal Nobleman would not accept this, you are on a foreign vessel who does not recognize Nobleman as natural tyrants. The Imperials will fight you, and as Lucian cannot be brought down Non-Lethally they will bring out the guns.
You guys got played and the situation sucks. Either accept that you've been played or pray for forgiveness later. You are not getting out of it on a technicality.
Anonymous
>>5907757 We're not getting out of anything on a technicality. No part of ignoring the captain of defending ourselves breaks our oath.
Beep boop
>>5907774 “I hereby swear, under the guise of the Lady and the Grail, that I shall show first penance for deeds committed against both my senses and blood. I shall not mistreat a lesser man upon my journey and each shall have the respect that they are due.” Lucian announced as he continued to cow his features to the statue, “Such shall be my Oath of Penance.”
The Knight took in a deep breath as he spoke his next words, “I hereby swear to Lay Low the Tyrants who are living within the Lands of Albion. Three great beasts shall I slay in those lands, and in doing so endear the people of those lands to Bretonnia.”
They aren't respecting us.
So I'll add to my argument that we declare who we are. And if they continue to not respect us as is our due for being a priest of Morr.
We aren't mistreating peasants if they're attacking us. Especially if they get guns which are lethal means of killing us. It would actually be a crime on their part. Priests of Morr are protected by law are they not? I would say them ignoring us and not respecting us. To the point of allowing someone to call us mutant while we carry Morr's colors.
>Make sure the captain understands who we are. And what we're doing. Then if they try to attack us... There is no way we are mistreating them. If a peasant asked us to not stop their arterial bleeding we would not be able to comply. We would stop the bleeding. Doing what they asked would be mistreatment. If there's chaos on board they're all in danger including us. Us not doing anything would be mistreatment. Since it was in our power to help them. And I don't think a captain counts as a peasant. Isn't he closer to a knight or lesser lord. So he might count as a tyrant in this situation since he's stopping a priest of Morr from fighting chaos and protecting everyone.
Machine QM
>>5907807 >each shall have the respect they are due. -_-
Anonymous
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>>5907825 And if they attack us then the respect that they are due is zero.
Chivalry.Enjoyer
>>5907757 Boss I don't want to take up more of your time than necessary so I just want to know just this, most of the crew that is against us come from Marienburg?
,The part of the empire that declared independence?
The state that is a merchant republic that exterminated its old nobles?
That it was the target of several invasions from the kingdom of Bretonnia?
Because if so they would not be classified as peasants, after all they rebelled against their feudal lords. They are literally rebels without the protection of our laws and customs, we have no legal obligation to them.
Machine QM
Anonymous
>>5907831 Nope.
Firstly they are independent citizens of a different country. Their soverign status doesnt actually matter.
They are not nobles and they are below us on the social hierarchy. They are peasants as according to bretonnian custom and our intended oath. "We wont mistreat the none nobility".
As has been said before, suck it up or pray later. I'd prefer we suck it up and have the little fuckers handled by the captain so we can not break our divinely watched oath and still deal with what happens.
Anonymous
>>5907916 Actually fuck me, the oath is even broader.
"Lesser men". This cocksucker definitely qualifies.
But way it is looking is that it is too late to turn back now, most voters arent changing.
Anonymous
>>5907920 We're not changing because it doesn't break the oath and no amount of "-_-" QM posts will change that. He can still use QM fiat but if he does so, it will be a complete asspull to make an oath relevant in a situation that it isn't.
Chivalry.Enjoyer
>>5907916 My brother in Sigmar we are not talking about a nation on the other side of the world, we are talking about an old enemy on the edge of our nation with many wars in the past. Not even the Lady will find us at fault if they shoot first.
After all, it wasn't our scythe that killed them, but their arrogance.
Anonymous
>>5907926 Asspull "paladin falls" it shall be, but that doesnt change the fact that it is occuring. As is evident that we are not changing his mind.
Whats your rebuttal to that? The options being stand there and take the consequences for a broken oath, or avoid the hit.
>>5907937 Fiat says that she will.
And again, it is irrelevant these peasants social situation or contention of rebellion because A] they are not bretonnian anyway so their status as rebel or not is indistinct from being a soverign band and B] even if we did give a shit about them being rebels or not, they are indisputably lesser men and should be afforded notice. The captain of the ship is ordering peace, as is his right. As of current we have one confirmed target for war and one suspected one. The rest we cannot touch till they get ornery
Anonymous
>>5907954 >Whats your rebuttal to that? Stop playing this quest. If the QM can break his own rules for the sake of railroading us into a binary decision then this isn't a quest worth reading.
Anonymous
>>5907958 You may as well hop on then, since I dont imagine Machine gives two shits about said outcome.
That besides, that isnt a move to make, thats a quit. And quitting provides no worthwhile imput on how to proceed.
Anonymous
>>5907961 > That besides, that isnt a move to make, thats a quit. And quitting provides no worthwhile imput on how to proceed. Because there is no other move to make. The points have already been stated and QM simply ignored them and has seemingly clung to this false moral dillemma and there is nothing that I can do about that except leave.
After all, "They can choose to take suggestions from other posters, or not, at their sole discretion."
Chivalry.Enjoyer
>>5907954 I would like to summarize a small history of this universe to demonstrate a point. You may not know this but the elven nations of this universe are very powerful, and there are few occasions when they show weakness of any type.
One day, in special and rare circumstances, human pirates leaving an Imperial city managed to plunder elven trade ships. In retaliation, the elves attacked this port city and killed many innocent people. They justified these actions on the basis of the argument that they facilitated the actions of the pirates, which I would like to make very clearly that the pirates were not even in the city anymore.
The name of this city is Marienburg, and their elven gods do not condemn them for doing anything wrong.
Anon, I'll be honest with you Bretonnia is not a perfect nation, far from it. But it didn't go around attacking other nations without a good reason. Why do you think there were so many invasions of this city state? Honestly, I think the biggest difference between them and the chaos cultists is that the cultists are honest in their intentions.
>>5907958 I disagree QM is a talented writer, it's just that this particular situation didn't turn out as well as the others.
Anonymous
>>5907978 >I disagree QM is a talented writer, it's just that this particular situation didn't turn out as well as the others. I didn't say they weren't but they are a bad QM. If they want to disregard the choices of the players for the sake of forcing this false dichotomy then write a book not a quest.
Anonymous
>>5907978 I uhh, didnt know that. And honestly not big on fantasy history that isnt about the sigmar cult, karl franz or the vampire counts.
I know the "secret" about the lady of the lake though.
Anyway while I appreciate the lesson and would appreciate more Lore about elves and Manisberg (because getting it from a person is usually more digestible than wiki trawling) I dont quite see the point.
Is this an argument to convince the Qm or are you saying that that the lady would view our oath as confined to Bretonnia? Or are you saying that they deserve this?
Machine QM
Ignore the Captain
>>5907128 >>5907167 >>5907274 >>5907289 >>5907385 >>5907534 >>5907405 >>5907710 >>5907551 >>5907623 Disengage
>>5907580 >>5907582 Alright these are the votes. For those questioning how this thread went, this is basically the DM going "Are you sure?" Normally I write it up, take a nap, and see what happens. In situations like this one of you usually get smart, realize whats happening, and then I don't need to interact like this and just watch. This time around I took a more active approach since this was an "Are you Sure?" moment.
Luckily with some time to think I can write a better story then everyone gets murdered by the demi-god or the demi-god kills/disables part of the crew and then forces everyone to take him to Albion.
As for my talent as a writer, meh. You guys can insult me but you're just players who can't get the point the DM is trying to make. The situation is "Do you try to keep your vows or your honor" which you have answered. I was afraid of the later option because my plan was not very good.
Well, until now.
Anonymous
>>5908008 >You guys can insult me but you're just players who can't get the point the DM is trying to make. The situation is "Do you try to keep your vows or your honor" which you have answered. I got your point just fine QM, I called it in fact
>>5907965 >>5907979 . It's you who hasn't written the scene to fit with the point you're trying to make.
This whole post of yours reeks of ego investment what with the sassy snipes and such but so be it. There's nothing more to be said since you've made your decision and so I'll take my leave.
Machine QM
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An injury was not something the Knight could abide with. His eyes turned upon the men at the other end, their anger somewhat extinguished as his eyes looked upon them. He searched the crowd, looking for the one who threw the bottle at the Knight. “Who threw that!?” He demanded as he turned his attention towards the crowd of fools, “Who attacked a Knight of Bretonnia!?” The Captain gave another roar but it was lost as the crowd responded to Lucian with renewed anger. Instead of causing them to shutter in fear against a demi-god in their presence Lucian was instead throwing oil into the fire instead. Peasants of the Empire were maddening! Let alone them harming him, they were growing in anger as he approached them. Throwing insults of all kinds like mutant, witch fornicator, and rat taint were all things that Lucian could not allow now. He had sworn to kill a man in the courts of Bretonnia for committing such acts, it won’t be so different here. “STOP!” Shouted the Captain in a roar that carried itself over the crowd with enough force that it caused even his sailors to stutter in the numerous insults they were throwing. He did not stop for there are no reason to stop. The Captain had no authority over a chosen to the Gods and a Bretonnian Knight. He was but a simple merchant, a peasant from a guild who did not carry only value for war. Once the offender is disciplined he will need to fix this vessel, for that porky fool was surely hidding something mighty if this was the kind of chaos he was willing to create. Then he felt a pull on his arm, the Captain putting his hands upon Lucian while yelling something the Knight could not hear over his men. The Knight brushed him off, sending his hand away with enough force to make him know who his betters were. It was then that the Mob advanced. Their Captain, who was keeping the sailors back, had been done a great injury by Lucian brushing him off. By acting against their liege the peasants were going to defend him with all the force they could muster. Lucian was able to brush away the first three, using his arms so as not to do too much injury upon them, sent them flying across the floor. Behind them five others came and each of them grabbed the Black Knight by the arms and legs. Lucian had faced greater threats, daemonic bats and abominations from hell. These people should have been easily thrown off and allow him to advance towards the surface so that he could get his bearing. Suddenly, everything was so very heavy.
Machine QM
All the strength that he had for his whole life seemed to ebb away in that moment. It was a strength that had been building for quite some time under his service to numerous masters and the gods themselves. Damned be these mortal men should not be able to bring a Titan of divine wroth down! Yet, Lucian’s knees waivered. The men, seeing that there was success amongst their kind, threw themselves at Lucian with all their might. Each of them grabbing another piece of his armor and holding it tightly as Lucian tried to thrash against them. So many of them became present that he was lifted off the ground, the over half dozen sailors able to commit the action with enough of their number. It was then that one of them came with rope. Quickly they tied knots of all kinds around the knight’s arms and legs. Each of them a binding that Lucian knew he should have been able to break away from. His confusion was so great that he did not even know where his companion had gone. Only that the sailors were bringing him up from the bowels of the ship like some pork ready to be roasted. One of them shouted something and quickly they all moved. He did not know who was the person who made the call but the peasants had settled him upright and were now slamming him onto one of the masts that held the mighty sails above their heads. One, twice, three, and a several dozen more times the rope went around and around the person of Lucian. There was not dignaty in this or even the potential for matyrdom, for the Knight realized that their actions were no longer with malice but the work of organized men. Looking across the deck the Captain of the vessel looked at Lucian with calm eyes. He was approving of his men’s work, taking care to contain what might be the most dangerous person on the vessel. “We have a King!” Joked one of the sailors as he backed away from their handiwork. The Knight knew things were not finished as someone from the lower decks emerged, a box in his hand of food that smelled rancent. Peasant food Lucian remarked, but when they started throwing them at him he realized it was not for their eating. They were going to defame him with fruit and vegetables. As the first fruit slammed into his face, Lucian wondered what just happened. Why was everything so much heavier? >The Sick Dwarf >The Wise Lizard >A Besmirched Captain >A gloating fool
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>>5908057 >>>>A gloating fool THIS, THIS RIGHT HERE
this was the best option, QM, despite you going "u sure?" finally... in every goddamn quest I see the main character as more perfect than the gods themselves, but this? This is REAL Now from all four of those options, who is the one that will go to Lucian ASAP?
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Fucking idiots.
Beep boop
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>>5908021 Well officially railroaded. Stole our blessings. Smh. Time to go slaughterbot on everyone as an antipaladin and embrace chaos.
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>>5908057 >>A gloating fool Anonymous
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>>5908060 this is bad for me not the best option, i even switched the vote. Lucian was hardly perfect, having some initial good didn't make him perfect. average normal if you want.
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>>5908057 >A Besmirched Captain Interesting direction this all took. I want to know his take.
So by my count we have the following to account for:
-gummy man still trying to grab our stuff on the loose, potentially harbouring who knows what
-crew member throwing the bottle
-crew dogpiling, binding and "slamming" Lucian against the masts. then throwing food at his person
-captain who sees and approves of all this while his men threw a bottle and actually committed violence.
Meanwhile Lucian has been sighted lifting or threatening a guy who then called for help. He then shoved off the Captain who also tried binding Lucian (from Lucian's PoV) and it really isn't clear that Captain was holding his men back. It didn't stop the bottle throwing.
>for the Knight realized that their actions were no longer with malice but the work of organized men. I disagree with this realisation. I think this is organised malice.
That the lady seems to have withdrawn her blessing is her business but it's fair to say now from PoV that she is unworthy if this is what it takes.
Our lizard wizard is unaccounted for in all this and is probably high as shit seeing magick in the air. It's the only explanation considering Tyny is meant to be next to us the -entire- time.
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Chivalry.Enjoyer
>>5908057 >A gloating fool. I only have one desire at this moment, to ensure that no Imperial returns in one piece from this trip to the island. If there's a group of people in this quest that deserve a heavy dose of FOFO, it's these sailors.
>>5907990 Sorry for the delay, my point is that the oldest races in this world are not governed by values remotely similar to ours. An example of this that is very prevalent among elves and dwarves is the concept of guilt by association. For example in this case it doesn't matter if the crew members are the holiest people in the world, at the moment that individual threw the bottle, and the other crew members supported him. They have left the fate of their souls in our hands. Not for our values but for the values of this world, killing them all is a fair act.
And what I want to say about Marienburg is that it is a city of mercenaries, pirates and merchants who change professions between these three frequently. They are famous for many things, being good people is not among these.
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>>5908873 Im very much in agreement with that desire.
Annoyed and frustrated that people didnt turn their ass around as soon as the QM went "well I'm not listening, this breaks your oath.' What did any of you think he was going to do?
Also quite annoyed with the QM, "which do you value, your oaths or your honour? Well by choosing honour, you have lost both." Thanks, yeah. That was a worthwhile trade worth exactly fuck all in exhange for getting reamed.
My only amusement is that wherever we go trouble follows, So when the gummy fuck summons a sea monster, it can fuck around for a bit while we enjoy the view.
And I dont want to hear a single solitary shit about any degree of "protection" for these fuckers after this. Being bound was about enough to be justifiable, there is a fucking grudge now.
Morr can have them, if the lady is unwilling.
Even thinking about this stupid fucking set of events is making my blood boil all over again.
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>>5909230 Silence me, ignore me or engage me faggot. Spoilered images ain't saying shit
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There was a good bit of pain as he hung there on the Mast. The sailors saw it fit to throw food at him for roughly a quarter of an hour before going back to their usual duties. If their stopping was because they had quickly become bored of throwing rotting food at him or they had ran out of rotting foodstuff to throw at him. Whatever the case was those moments he had never experienced in his time in Bretonnia. Yet, as he remembered, he did see others experience it. Hoodlums and mischievous cousins who had run afoul of another family member. They would be given punishments like running the grainery in rags or being tossed into the cope of birds. Things that were sundering of one’s honor and thus shamed them. The sun had sunken over the horizon. The sailors paid him no heed while Lucian sat there thinking. Lucian indeed felt hatred for these fellows, each of these damned Imperials striking at him with glee as they mocked a son of Bretonnia. Yet his anger was nothing in respect to the Gods and what they had done. They’ve taken away his blessings. For a few moments Lucian felt anger towards them. His patrons abandoned him in this dire moment for no reason he could recall. Yet hanging there with little to think about and no one to talk to the Knight slowly realized that they had not fully abandoned him. If they had, then the armor he wore would not only have become heavy but had killed him in an instant. No one damned by the Gods would so easily carry their instruments. So what was happening? The smell of the man came before Lucian could see him. The corpse stench of a grave was thick on his skin as the porky fool stepped out from the darkness before Lucian. That wide smile of his not leaving his face even for a moment since Lucian had been captured. “Sir Knight hanging on a stick.” He said as he held a rotting food in his hand. He danced it around his hands for a moment as he continued to speak, “Taken down by the revolution, it seems! Here I thought I would only ever see that in the Border Princes.” Lucian glowered at him. “Not one for talking I see. Well you don’t need to say anything because I know I won. I am standing here on the ground, you are up on a stick.” He laughed as he took the fruit he was holding and threw it at Lucian. The impact was a harsh one, slamming directly into his cheek. The sting came as Lucian realized the fool had placed several shards of wood into it, causing his entire right cheek to light with a mortal pain that Lucian had never felt before. He gave a yelp of pain as it stung deeply into his flesh and soul.
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“Now then, I wonder what my Lord will think of you?” The fool spoke as he gave a smile, “Perhaps he would like to come out here and give a gander at you. He’s been itching for something fun to do after all.” Taking a wad of spit, Lucian sent it flying at the man. The impact slamming easily upon his face with the practiced precision of a bored peasant. It was hilarious watching as the man began running his hands across his face multiple times with vigor. So surprised he was that the man almost fell over from the simple attack, and Lucian wished he did fall over the railing to the open sea. “Damn you!” He shouted as he shook his hand in the air, “I shall tell my Lord about this! He shall tear you into pieces!” “You.” The words came from another man that was carrying a lamp. It was a sting to Lucian’s eyes but they adjusted in the next moment. In a single moment Lucian recognized the man to be the Captain of the vessel. In his left hand he unsteadily carried a lantern that shined a beam of light upon both Lucian and the fool who came to antagonize him. His other hand however had a dirty rag wrapped around it, leading across his neck so that it would be held up. Lucian had seen such a horrid injury a great many times during his life in Verac. The weak limbs of his brothers made them break bones at least once a month it seemed to him. Lucian wished the injury came from an accident, yet he knew for certain it was from his own hands. “Leave.” He said sternly to the fool with a sharp bark. The face of the man became a sneer as he disappeared into the darkness underneath the ship. What he was to do Lucian did not know, but he felt like the danger of that man had just jumped considerably. The Captain turned towards Lucian, shining the lantern in his face with a scowl on his face. He was clearly looking over the man, studying to see what injuries his crew had done to Lucian. He showed no enjoyment in the action, simply a farmer looking over the injuries one of his beasts of burden had suffered. Finishing his examination his light shined in the face of Lucian, then the entire hood of the lantern was lifted so that everything, including himself, were lit. “Calm down yet?” He asked as he balanced the light between the two of them.
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“You have done a terrible strike to my honor, your men did.” was the first thing Lucian said as he starred the man down, “Not only did your men manhandle me, but to be tied to this post and be a target with food. Perhaps I should ask the gods to damn thee.” The Captain did not flinch at those accusations. He simply kept the light between the two of them for a minute allowing the force of that threat to become a cold dim flame. When he did speak he did not acknowledge the words but instead gave his own, “You understand that if I did not give the orders, my men would have thrown you overboard. Do you?” The Knight could not help but give an expression of surprise as the words were given. The man did not seem affected by them and instead kept giving it straight, “These are troubled waters where a lot of problems can happen, Bretonnian. Rowdy passengers tend to have less rights than even rats, though thats probably because we can’t tie the rats up like a man. Even if you could break the rope, that armor of yours would sink you to the bottom of the sea.” “Is that a threat?” Lucian asked him simply. “If you take it that way. I would prefer you realize that causing a ruckus on the ship, and then not listening to me, almost got you killed. A Captain is King of his ship, with only Mann above him. Doesn’t matter if its the Lady or Sigmar, Mann rules the Seas and he makes it known daily.” He held off his lecture for a moment in thought, “Know that I was told that you were not a pompous Bretonnian Knight, someone who would so easily throw the lives of others because they called you a bad name. It's one of the reasons I was allowing such a heavily armed group onto this vessel.” From his belt the man took out a knife and balanced it in his hands, “That… lizardman, came to me in my quarters and helped heal the wound you gave me.” “The wound you got when you tried to restrain me!” Lucian barked with anger. “The wound I got for trying to get your attention. You were ignoring me and running…” His bark petered out as he realized the words were going to fall on deaf ears, “Do you want down or not? Vow to me that you will listen to my words as Captain and I will cut you down. Perhaps, even, you can shed some better light on what that Lizard was telling me about.” >I shall not make such a vow >Fine, I vow to answer to you for this trip, Captain
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>I shall not make a vow. Eat shit and die. We can talk from the mast and the time we're needed we'll either be able to break free of it or the ship will be dead from. . . Norsemen? the pirate chaos champions.
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>>5909271 >I shall not make such a vow We are getting to Albion in one piece, as long as someone gives Lucian some water... and if trouble comes, well...
>Remember this Captain, you will beg me to get off this pole Anonymous
>>5909271 > >Fine, I vow to answer to you for this trip, Captain We need to get him to believe that the man he just dismissed is in the service of some necromancer. He threatened us harm via his “lord” and since he said he might want to get a look at us himself, I assume his lord is hiding below deck.
We also need to realise that even though we thought we were justified in repelling the captain, the gods think differently. We should ask the Lady for another chance so we can get our strength back
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>>5909271 >Fine, I vow to answer to you for this trip, Captain >"Calling someone mutant ? And you define me pompous for be offended at that and a bottle thrown at me ? I don't even need your answer for this but you need one for yourself perhaps you forgot what usually happens with those words on land." >"I have barely anything to show a better light on captain, thanks to being constantly blocked, interrupted and ignored. The man you freely allowed to talk above me and insult me, acted suspicious around me the other day and did so again when i went down for investigate. Whatever he did, he no doubt moved it away from there so i have to start again. The man though was here before, and talked about his 'lord' and what he would do to me." >"I do hope you have enough mind to realize until yesterday, i was by weeks exercising and not even once doing anything to your men or interacting with them beside taking food and water. Now where is my equipment or do i have to start suspect the worse ?" a "bad name", mutant in warhammer ? More like dead sentence lmao ! People get publicly brutally murdered and shamed forever when that happens ......... wow :o !
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On one hand... Letting them call us mutant is a bad idea. On the other hand. We lost our strength because of something weird. ... Did we get poisoned or have a spell cast on us?
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>>5909271 "I will listen, but may not heed your words. Let us speak right here and get to the heart of the matter."
There's going to be in-character skepticism on both sides, and anything else seems disingenuous to either Captain or Lucian.
Chivalry.Enjoyer
>>5909271 Honestly I don't care, if our only option is to act like a 5th Edition D&D paladin then so be it. I just want to forget this whole boat part ever existed.
>Fine, I vow to answer to you for this trip, Captain. Machine QM
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Lucian gave the man a once over, looking over the man who was dressed in pompous clothing that was clearly marking him as someone greater than the others. He did not care about that, but that the man was still trying to close that damned bridge between the two of them after Lucian breaking his arm. “Calling someone a Mutant is not something that one lets slide.” Lucian pointed out as he gave a small sneer, “In my village we burned people who were called that. They were creatures that we feared would spread the taint of chaos to the rest of the family or run off into the forest to bring a herd of their fellow Beastmen.” The man did not respond quickly, weighing the words carefully, “You got a point, but I got the final say in those matters. These sailors knew that disobeying me would bring the wrath of the Guild down on them, let alone the wrath of Mann. I can see both sides, you see, but the situation you placed yourself in made it so its now impossible for me to deliver punishment.” “It was that fool, the man you scared away.” Lucian gestured with his head towards the stairs to the decks below, “He’s got something hiding, and you allowed him to talk over me. There was no chance I had to defend myself.” The man thought to himself for a moment before leaning in, “You walk into a room, seeing one of your paying passengers being lifted by a heavily armored man with green eyes. That man who is being held paid you to protect him from the seas and others, now you find him about to be beaten up. Thats what both I myself and the crew first saw, and where you should have just left.” “Let him roam? He is hiding something from us. I know that with certainty. The stench of the grave is thick on him.” Lucian pointed out. The man shrugged, “Probably could if this was a Bretonnian Ship, but this is a Marienburg Vessel. If I arrest a paying customer without reason, and you come up empty handed, then its the Guild’s name on the line. If there was evidence though…” “So if I vow to listen to your words, you’ll let me investigate the fool?” Lucian asked with a little bit of suspicion in his voice. “Aye, to an extent.” “Then I hereby swear on the Lady’s name to listen to you, the Captain of this vessel, until my departure to Albion.” Lucian gave to the man. With a smile on his face the man went forward and hacked at the ropes. Within a few moments the bindings came undone and Lucian fell onto the ground.
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The fall was not too pleasant, falling onto his face with an impact that shook the wooden foundations of the ship. He gave a small tug at his arms, feeling the limb lift under the sheer weight of the armor. He had his strength, just enough of it. With a push of will Lucian rose from his crouch and shifted onto his feet. His body felt weird all over from not being used for an entire day and night. He felt a little fear at taking the first step, at the pain that it was going to cause him, then pushed it aside so that he could do exactly that. A thousand needles flushed his legs then disappeared to be left with stiffness. He gave it a few more shakes as it became more and more like his old flesh. Painful, yes, but he was able to move now. “Now, because of your recent dealings I cannot really have you wondering about the ship by yourself. Not when the crew still has a bad taste for your guts.” The Captain said as he walked infront of Lucian. “But what about the investigation?” “You got a few options there.” He said as he nodded to himself, “First and foremost, you can take a few of my men with you on the investigation. They might bitch and bicker to you, but in truth Knight this kind of thing happens often enough. If there’s a drunken brawl what's happened to you is what we do with the Drunks.” “Including the throwing of rotting fruit?” “Usually if someone injures another member of the crew.” He pointed out while shaking his head, “Anyways, a few of my men with you will make it an official duty. Just know that you're still a foreigner on this vessel still and would need to listen to their judgment.” “What else?” Lucian asked as he felt a pang of annoyance at how little power he had in this short time of not being in Bretonnia. “Spend a day working with the Crew. If they see you doing good work then they’ll have your back above any of the other passengers.” The Captain said as he titled his head, “Or, wait a couple days and wait for tempers to die down.” >Take the assistance to start the investigation immediately >Work with the Sailors to build rapport >Wait those couple of days so Lucian can do what he wants.
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>>5911049 >Inspect our Scythe first and foremost, then inform Adok. >Take the men Immediately. If I was more well disposed to them, You would build rapport as the best option. But I still want them all to die a stinking death, out of spite by this point.
The news he is a passanger is interesting.
Lacking authority and permission, the investigation is going to be mostly ineffectual, but again, fuck them, fuck you, die to a sea monster.
The crew will also be useful since you can ask them for where they smell dirt and rot.
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>>5911049 > Take the assistance to start the investigation immediately Surprise investigation!
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>>5911049 >>Work with the Sailors to build rapport Anonymous
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.... Something is fishy.... If it's not chaos, it's Ranald.
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If it's Ranald....He has an aspect of screwing over nobility for being douchebags. ...could this have been what happened to us? So much for keeping the peasants safe from the slayer Dawi stuff.
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>>5911049 >Wait those couple of days so Lucian can do what he wants. This is the perfect response, our enemy depends on us acting so that he can take advantage of the situation. Furthermore, it may not seem like it but we are not alone on this journey, our companions can find the enemy for us.
When everything goes to hell and the screams start, we will be able to act in our strength. Which is to kill the monster without the moral ambiguities that repress us at the moment.
Besides, I want to know what happened to them, none of them even showing up in the fight and that makes me worried.
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>>5911629 Adok is disabled by motion sickness.
The Lizard saw the clusterfuck and elected to do damage control.
the big bastard is too big to be a bastard on the ship without breaking it.
The "fight" lasted a minute, at most. It's not hard to see.
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>>5911756 Very good so they can do our work at least once without any problems. Lucian can finally catch a break.
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>>5911049 >Wait those couple of days so Lucian can do what he wants. Machine QM
Start the investigation immediately
>>5911100 >>5911317 Build Rapport
>>5911542 Wait a few days
>>5911629 >>5911871 Can I get a die breaker in here? Like really soon I don't have much time to write.
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>>5912041 >Switch from investagtion to wait for a few days I'm ftg
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>>5912041 >Switch from wait for a few days to investagtion I'm ftg
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Voting for >Loiter I wanna see lucian moping all upset. Maybe in these few days he doffs the armor because it hurts so much. No fear in people stealing it, because they won't be able to pick it up, hah!
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Sadly no update today, but I'll make tomorrow's a long one.
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In the end Lucian decided to simply wait out the tempers and humors of the sailors. Indeed he did not really like these people, their temperment not being to his ideal of a Bretonnian bred where they were to always pay him some heed. So it was probably best that he stay away from them for the time, for it was his own humors that were imbalanced as well as theirs. For the time he stayed within his room the Knight steadily cleaned out his gear. The armor was covered from head to toe in some form of rotting plant flesh. The smell was somewhat overwhemling, but that was only because it had been more than a year since he had smelled something so rotted. A reminder of home and the life he left behind. Lucian did not need anyone to tell him what was happening. He had days to wonder why the Gods had cursed him so, and it was obvious yet he did not want to accept it. For just a little bit of time he had allowed the attitudes of Prince Gillot to swell within his head. Fueled by the powers of the Gods he forgotten his oaths. Did these people deserve respect? The Gods thought so. Lucian would disagree with them for they had conducted themselves with such brazenness and evil that he would have mistaken them as brigands if on the roads of Bretonnia. As he ran the rag through one of the many joints of his armor he knew what he was feeling. Spite. Spite for what they had done to him and the god’s insistence in protecting them from his wroth. Yet he did it to himself. The reason other Knights could kill people like these without worry, who had so easily sollied their honor, was because they did not swear a vow to respect and protect them. If there was someone who played Lucian it was himself not seeing the problems such a vow made for him. Vows were a precious thing to all but Morr. The Lady taught her men to commit themselves to upholding vows and Dwarfs were build upon Oaths. In his retaliation he had risked angering two of his patrons. As the fourth day’s sun rose over the horizon the Knight settled the helm upon his head. He did so not to hide himself, but the odd feeling he felt here today. It would take some time for the Knight to fully regain his powers, perhaps through heroism he will return to the full strength of a Demi-God. Lucian left the room where Tee-Nee-Tyny continued his magic and Adok rolled painfully. His eyes not missing the ravens who flew in the morning skies above.
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Lucian made his way towards the bowels of the ship first and foremost, a crowbar within his hands. On his back was the blessed Scythe of Ruin, the Knight hesitant to fully wield the weapon as his blessings from the Gods were fickle. Strength had returned, but he was no herculean juggernaut of war as he once before. If he was not at his peak, would he be able to bear two runes? As he made his down the stairs he noticed two men standing in his way. They were sailors, each of them having cleaner faces than many of the other crew members. Perhaps of higher birth? Lucian could guess that, but he had known peasants who enjoyed to be clean. Those such as himself. “You going to be digging through the cargo?” Asked one of them as he gave him a sharp look. “Does the Captain want to stop me here after I waited so long?” Lucian asked the man with a clear malice in his voice. The man did not seem to flinch, but perhaps that was because he had seen Lucian humiliated earlier. Lucian would make sure if that happened, that he would have good cause to fight back. Then the Gods would allow him to use his full strength. “You’re good, captain just wanted us nearby to make sure no one pesters you. Help you out so that you don’t wreck the entire shipment.” He pointed out as he got a crowbar in his own hands, “We have an entire hull of goods down there. Gotta keep them safe from all.” Those last words Lucian sensed were not directed at him. Perhaps, perhaps it was a joke about people being thieves. Well they were all still peasants and clearly they did not hold too much honor, Lucian would not be surprised if anyone attempted to steal a few things as they were working. These were the people the gods protected, protecting from him. Yet he knew that he was painting them with too broad of a brush, that they were not all in fact sycophants and thieves. Honest people working an honest job, thats what many of these people were and he almost killed all of them. All over being hit by a bottle he knew could not even hurt him. Lucian shook his head, a subtle amount of anger coming up. If he did find out who did that he was going to give them a lesson in what not to do. After all the Gods would not protect a man if it was a just action. He wouldn’t hang the fellow, perhaps he should tie him to a post. With crowbar in hand they began their work. Lucian easily popping the lid off the first crate with little effort. It was simply a crate full of exotic furs destined for some Lord’s Court. Feeling his annoyance the Knight placed the lid back of the crate and slammed his fist to imbed the nails.
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They continued to work more and more, the group checking each and every box they could. Wool, clothes, spices, and even some tobacco were all among the things that they found working together. Lucian could see the light from the sun slowly dimming as it approached the horizon. “Huh, this one’s pretty light.” One of the men said as he rolled out an oddly shaped crate. It was a rather long one, roughly the length that Lucian was tall. There were no markings on it besides some injuries done to the wood at the lip. From looking at all the work that he had done Lucian had guessed someone had busted this one open before. As if proving his point, the sailors were easily able to pop it open. “Huh, its empty.” One of the men said before he covered his nose, “By Sigmar, what is that smell!?” Lucian kneeled into it, the two sailors getting out of his way as he did so. The Black Knight knew this smell, he knew it well. It smelled just like that fool, and he smelled just like grave dirt. He kneeled there for a few seconds, processing exactly what was happening. He looked into the coffin in the dim light and there he could see dusting of dirt everywhere within it. As if someone had either had something full of dirt in it, or was working near it when this was opened. Lucian quickly rose to his feet. He could feel the rune settled in his chest heat as panic realization sparked in his person. He glanced at what light he could see of the outside and could see that it was starting to become red. The red of the bloody sunset. >Run to Tee-Nee-Tyny >Find that fucker >Ask the sailors where dirt can be found
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>>5913531 >Do nothing If the gods so favored these children, let them protect
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>>5913531 >>Run to Tee-Nee-Tyny Gather our group and tell the men to get the captain and meet us in our cabin. We need swift action but we can't afford to leave the captain in the dark.
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>>5913568 There's a time for spite, and then there's the time for Killing Undead.
I wanted a sea monster for exactly this reason.
>>5913531 >Ask the sailors where dirt can be found >Tell the other one to tell that captain that there's a vampire on this ship. Anonymous
>Ask the sailors where dirt can be found >Tell the other one to tell that captain that there's a vampire on this ship This is very well done character development. We broke an oath. We learned the lesson. And now we're at half strength in front of a vampire.
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>>5913852 No it isn't, yes we did, No we haven't and yes we are.
here's hoping a few die to dracula
Anonymous
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>>5913526 >why the Gods had cursed him so mohercker you got de-blessed
Anonymous
>>5913531 So this ¿necromancer? waited for Lucian to be disabled to make his move and whatever was insi- A VAMPIRE??????? SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT
I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO CHOOSE
>RUN TO TININI Chivalry.Enjoyer
>>5913531 >Find that fucker. The gecko will appear eventually, what matters now is that we learn that all human life is sacred regardless of the actions of that life. And that we will only be useful again when the leech on the boat dies.
>>5913568 This reminds me that Karl Franz himself feels sorry for the innocents killed by the inquisition but he knows it is necessary evil to prevent a greater tragedy.
Every sailor killed in this fight can be put on Mrs. Epstein's account. If she simply accepted that some sailor would have their bones broken, all of they would all make it to Albion. But now these deaths are no longer our fault.
Machine QM
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Find the Fucker
>>5913840 >>5914024 - The lesson is, 'Don't break or play around your Oaths'. If people die they die. Gods only cared that you failed to uphold the vows. >>5913852 Find the Skink
>>5913574 >>5913931 Do nothing
Breaking all the Oaths apparently this week >>5913568 Machine QM
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>Every sailor killed in this fight can be put on Mrs. Epstein's account. LOL
Machine QM
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Lucian felt his heart racing as he grabbed one of the men with the swiftness of a seasoned interrogator. There was sudden terror there, the man not comprehending what was happening to him as Lucian began barking in his face, “Is there dirt here? Any place where there could be dirt!?” “Y-yes!” The man garbled out with unnatural fear. Lucian could see his fellow also quaking in fear, but not at the sight of Lucian bullying his fellow but the opened crate. The man’s eyes began to unfocus as the terror was settling in. “Where!?” Lucian shook the man, trying to get his attention upon him long enough for the man to snap from the terror. “The Ballast!” He shouted with fear clutching his throat, “U-under the floor!” Without a thought Lucian released the man, not even staying there for a second to watch as he collapsed onto the ground paralyzed with fear. Lucian could not blame him for the air was heavy with fear. The winds of Shysh were being brought into the area as if someone was preparing themselves for a great return. The vessel was not terribly deep, Lucian having to go down two more decks of the vessel as fast as he could. As he ran he could see men either paralyzed with fear or running from the area to get higher ground. They should, and in truth if they valued their lives they would throw themselves overboard to a holding where their lives could last that little bit longer. Lucian had a feeling that the seas were far less dangerous than what he was about to run himself into. There, under the last stairs, he saw the squatting form of the fool dragging a large crate from a place. Without any hesitation Lucian threw himself in the direction of the bastard, slamming his fist into the fat man’s stomach and putting a blow so hard that he slammed into the crates he already moved. Lucian watched as dirt ran from the opening. Displaced dirt… HIs hands quickly threw themselves onto the final crate, a heavy tug from his muscles causing the final crate to move just enough to the side to expose the wound the fool had done to the vessel. To the ballast that should have been completely filled with dirt. Instead Lucian started at a coffin. The man shattered the top of his with a mighty blow of his fist and he ripped what he could see to silver hair. The Black Knight, after nearly two years since the event that took the life of his people. Having climbed the social ladder that should have been too steeped to even ascend. He who had killed monsters and demons who threatened the livelihood of cities, stared at the first monster he had ever witnessed. Then, her eyes opened.
Machine QM
Lucian snapped out of it quickly for he had to. There was not another moment lost as he took the wood that was being held within his hands and attempted to drive it into the chest of the Vampire! He had summoned all the strength he could bear, that he was still blessed with, and prayers that more could be given for him to strike at this fatal moment she was most vulnerable! He watched as the wood shattered against her skin as if it was made from parchment. The predator’s eyes widening as she slammed her fist against his stomach and send the Knight across the lowest deck towards the staircase. Half dazed Lucian was thankful that he had equipped his helm today. While his vision seemed to double here and there he was still able to rise to his feet as he reached for his scythe. He hesitated, wondering for this moment if he could wield it. For if he could not, that he was seen as unworthy to the Gods, his life would end before he could make another strike. “Woldgir, I did not expect you to have a pleasant meal already arranged for me.” The Vampire said as he rose from her coffin and glanced at the body of her fallen minion, “Oh my, it seems you’ve killed him.” “He deserved it!” Lucian barked as he was halfway from drawing his weapon. Speaking so that he could have those precious moments to figure out whether he would risk his life here and now. “Oh I can taste spite in those words oh Sir Knight.” The Woman said as she took a long finger and stuck it into the neck of the man, “If I was one of those… Pleasure Cutlist, I would have enjoyed savoring the amount of scorn you had for Woldgir. Oh I lie, it tastes delicious.” Lucian watched as the woman licked her finger with a dangerous smile on her face. She was savoring each and every moment that she could walk in the Night, thinking herself night invulnerable. She might as well be if Lucian stopped fearing death! Yet… if he dies here then all will be for naught! “Oh, Knight of Morr,” She opened with a grin upon her lips, “I have heard that these Peasants had treated you oh so brutally. Robbing you of your honor as they tied you upon a post and peppered you with bloody fruit.” Lucian could hear the laughter in her voice. How it sliced through the air like a cold knife against animal fat. That… odd noise you could hear when a butcher was at work. “Tell you what, Knight of Morr, if you let me go I will kill all the Crewman on this ship.” She said with a smile, “I can do you that much for killing my pudgy minion.” >Bare the weapon against her >Let her go.
Anonymous
>>5914402 You are correct, I scorn them, I detest them for the wound they've done me. But guess what you fucking bitch, I revere Morr and hate you More.
>Bare the weapon. I swear, a sea monster would have been so much easier to sit out.
Anonymous
>>5914402 >let her go >can your gods give me strength? Time to convert to chaos
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>>5914402 Also, Lucien, Man the fuck up.
Since when has our inability and Weakness held us back from the fight? Morr calls when he calls, And you're either dead later when you use the scythe to survive or dead now when you can't use it.
Shake off the woman's aura and Kill this bitch.
Anonymous
>>5914545 >>vampires >>gods ¿¿??
>>BARE THEM WEAPONS We are in such a deep place... one misplaced swing and the ship sinks...
Anonymous
Anonymous
>>5914402 >>Bare the weapon against her Even if Lucian were stark naked, it would be inconceivable to let her go.
Anonymous
Anonymous
>>5914402 >Let her go It's time to let go.
Anonymous
>>5914402 >Bare the weapon. We promised ourselves to kill this bitch, I'd die before letting her get away again.
Anonymous
>>5914402 >Bare the weapon against her There is no way we can let her go, it is vengeance time
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>>5914925 I mean, bitch yes, but this bitch in particular¿? dunno
Chivalry.Enjoyer
>>5914402 >Bare the weapon against her. They soiled my honor, but you destroyed my life. There is no God, demon or entity that will save you from my blade on this day.
Finally! It's time to show the beauty of Morr's plans, let everything that fell stay on the ground.
Machine QM
Machine QM
You know what. rolls, Bo3
Anonymous
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Rolled 11 (1d100) >>5915837 We join Morr.
Chivalry.Enjoyer
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Rolled 44 (1d100) >>5915837 Anonymous
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Rolled 89 (1d100) >>5915837 Very well. I will save you.
Machine QM
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Lucian looked at her with a glare, his eyes sharpening as he did so. It was a steady growing of will as he began to remember everything that was to happen. All the pains and troubles that she had caused him from the moment she slaughtered his people. It was not just him that suffered though. Sure he hated these people, these sailors, but the Knight remembered that he had others who mattered far greater. It was this fact that his oaths were made, and to that end that his prise should shutter. Shutter at the duty that he held. His hand reached onto his back and unhooked the blade. His hand gripped it, and suddenly the power that was kept within the weapon flowed from his hands into his chest, stomach, and legs. In his hands Lucian carried a mountain who had the power to crush anyone it was placed over. “You…” Lucian spoke as he took the weapon from its holder and gripped both hands upon the shaft, “The Monster who took everything from me and killed all I loved.” Lucian could see the vampire tilting her head in confusion. The whimsiness dimmed as she tried to realize what he was speaking, “What kind of nonsense are you speaking? I don’t remember attacking one of the Knights of Bretonnia. If I did that then your Dukes would have surely hunted me down.” Lucian presented his weapon to her, the runes of the scythe glowing just as the runes on his chest still glowed, “The dishonor these men have done to me is incomparable to the deeds you have done to me. You are my greatest Foe, Vampire.” “It seems you wish to fight then?” She asked while getting out her own sword. It was a slender weapon, one clearly fashioned from the Empire of Man instead of the forges of Dwarfs, “Very well, it would have been sad if you fell for my little trick.” “In the name of the Living and the Dead, I take vengeance for VERAC!” Lucian yelled as he charged her. He could see it in her eyes. She did not recognize the words that were spoken. It did not really matter to Lucian who brought the scythe to bear against her. In the next moment, scythe and sword met. And the world shuttered.
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Against Lucian’s opening strike the Vampire had thrown up a parry. The woman trying to leverage her immense strength against the man so that she could simply overwhelm and rip out his neck. What she did not expect through was the moment their weapons connected, that the Scythe seemingly sparked with a burst of lighting that sent her across the deck. Lucian’s arms screamed as he felt the blow back of the attack. Even as the Rune of Drengi, the Rune of Slayers, sang for what was his greatest grudge of his lifetime he did not feel the full strength he was capable of wielding. Looking at the place they made contact the floor had been shattered to reveal the dirt laden ballast that was underneath. “Fool! Are you trying to destroy this vessel!?” The Vampire screamed at him as she examined her sword for damage, “This is now where we should be fighting if you are carrying a cannon as a weapon!” Lucian charged her, not caring for her words or reason. Lucian was going to kill her and that was all he really reasoned for the moment. The speed she moved at though was something he could not belive. How the Vampire narrowly slithered like a snake around his blade, wary that its blade was more than enough to kill her with a single stroke. He could see her, witness her, but he failed to strike her. Yet as she tried to strike like a serphant Lucian was already blocking the blade and trying to slam her with his fist. She was impacted, yet the strength of Lucian’s blow was dampened by that rock hard skin he knew to expect. She rode the blow, being blown back just enough that she was one the other side of the stairs that Lucian had been blocking. She gave a smirk as she ran up in a blur of motion Lucian could barely see. He gave chase, the burning hatred of all that were living festering in his chest as he did so.
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The top deck was alive with mayhem as Lucian arrived. He could see her laughed as half a dozen of the men were attacking her only to be killed with strikes to either the necks or the hearts. Hardly believing it Lucian could see them all, each kill stroke that took the life of a sailor so greedily. She was a siren of death who reigned in the confusion that she was causing. Lucian saw with a flick of her wrist as three of the sailors halted, each of them grabbing their chests as purple-green light escaped their mouth and eyes. All of this was lit by the moon of Morrslieb. The evil grinning moon laughing as it partook in the despair of all that was damnation and hatred and chaos. She looked as Lucian for a moment, then quickly seizing one of the sailors for a vampire’s embrace. It was a quick feeding for her as she took what she could and ripped out the still bleeding neck overboard. Blood scattering over the waters for the fishes and monsters to partake in. “I wonder how your blood taste oh noble Knight!” She shouted as her eyes glowed with red fury. Lucian felt his chest burn and his eyes water. His mind ached as something was seemingly either being ribbed or gripped by her magic. It was the winds of Shysh being possessed by the damnable woman that were threatening to rip Lucian’s own soul out of his body, or entangle his mind in an web that would take his limbs and puppet him. He crushed her connection. Though he was but a simple Priest of Morr he took the tangles that made the winds of Shysh and severed their connections into his body. The Lord of the Dead and his Priests have control over such magics, and so he too held enough sway to both resist and disenchant himself from their grip. He could see it in her eyes, disdain for the failure of magics she tried to cast on her. That her magics were not enough to take the mind of a Noble Knight and twist them to her folly. As the two faced eachother down the dead began to rise, the quick slaughter she did and the moments she gained cursing Lucian were enough for her to commit the greatest sin that came naturally to Vampires. Lucian could not help the sailors, only he and he alone could kill this bitch. >Charge at her, all the might that could be borne >Try and taunt her, taint her into making a mistake >Focus on buying time till support arrives.
Chivalry.Enjoyer
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>>5916044 >Charge at her, all the might that could be borne. No tricks, no delays, this is the time. For everything we've been through, everything we've faced, this bloodsucking bitch is going to die today.
This was and still is our first oath. This monster will be torn apart and thrown into the sea, even if it costs us our lives. May Morr guide our blade.
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>>5916044 >"Stay back you foolish bastards and Hinder me no further, She is MINE!" >Charge her 6 down? Good start bitch but you've a lot more to do before we're done.
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>>5916044 >>Charge at her, all the might that could be borne The more this fight goes on, the more Lucian will be fatiged and the more zombies will rise!!!
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>>5916044 >Charge at her, all the might that could be borne Slay all day
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>>5916044 >Focus on buying time till support arrives. Anonymous
>>5916044 >Charge at her, all the might that could be borne "This is a vampire, and this is my fight, sailors !"
"IN MORR NAME, IS TIME TO DIE UNDEAD SCUM !"
Cut her, slice her in a millions pieces. She dies today and hell, you know what ? Last thing she will see is the ass of Truffles, then crush her head and throw it in the sea.
Anonymous
>>5916416 Ive been contemplating a few things to taunt her next turn.
Like "still scared of an Ass?" Or "Two years ago I slew your wolves, Now I shall slay their Bitch." Or finally "You told me I was the first of the Lowborn to face you of their own will, am I also the first of the Lowborn to send a von Carstien fleeing?"
I want to use the "lord" thing that the servant said in an insult, but nothing comes to me.
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>>5916491 damn those are pretty good, i will support them next vote if shes still up and running
Chivalry.Enjoyer
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>>5916491 Good job, those insults would definitely make the leech focus on us.
Anonymous
why we hm, asuming it's the same vampire? just saying
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>>5916791 Because it is stated to be the same one, It uses the same reference picture, Lucien recognises it as the same one and acts as such.
It is not an assumption.
If this female mage vampire with stone skin is not the same female mage vampire woth stone skin from 2 years ago, it is because the QM is lying to us. Which honestly I dont put it past him, but see no valid reason to assume he is.
Machine QM
>>5916791 Because it is
ROLLS, Bo3
Anonymous
Rolled 42 (1d100) >>5917114 First for vussy.
Anonymous
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Rolled 49 (1d100) >>5917114 For morr
Chivalry.Enjoyer
Rolled 100 (1d100) >>5917114 Machine QM
Anonymous
Machine QM
>>5917199 Alright, honestly on a technical this 100 does not count. If enough of you are willing to accept a critical failure we can move forward with it, but I'll just be making things just that little bit worse.
Anonymous
>>5917224 He rolled it. Count it.
Machine QM
>>5917232 Yeah buts its best of 3, thats the worst of three.
Chivalry.Enjoyer
>>5917233 The phrase literally is the "best of three" this 100 is not the best of three.
Anonymous
>>5917224 If it doesnt count. . Then, we still take 42? Ill be homest chief I'm not seeing the issue.
Sure I'm Glad to get another chance at a better roll, in which case, hey Chivalry, Roll again.
But I dont understand why this 100 doesnt count, since you could ignore it if it is best of three without a hold up.
Chivalry.Enjoyer
Rolled 4 (1d100) I'm just rolling the dice out of curiosity, ignore me.
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>>5917244 Id prefer if we didnt, but hey ho. Such is life.
Machine QM
>>5917240 >>5917242 Read the rules:
>The aim for rolls is low. A 100 is a critical failure. So, you guys want that to be the chosen roll?
Chivalry.Enjoyer
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>>5917244 Of course NOW, the good number comes out.
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>>5917248 We get that we want the low number.
What we dont understand is why you are telling us this? Is it an offer to roll again?
Like hell, I'd greatly prefer the 4 or 42. But if criticals override then they overide.
If they don't, then we still get the 42 anyway.
You know what, Im overthinking this.
>NO QM, PLEASE USE >>5917119 OR >>5917244 Chivalry.Enjoyer
>>5917248 I don't want to, what I want is to accept what I rolled now as a reroll. Like a blessing of Morr that can happen once per fight, but the rules are the rules, do what you think is right QM.
Machine QM
>>5917252 I try to make a joke but writing while writing does not work it seems.
Anonymous
>>5917233 >>5917248 >>5917253 A critical supersedes normal rolls, regardless if it is good or bad.
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>>5917259 His joke is that if it was truly best of 3, he shouldnt take the 100.
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Witnessing the blood of murder of his fellow man, even those he hated, gave Lucian a burning heart of anger and rage as he witnessed it. The burning of Grimnir’s fire seared his flesh as he advanced forward with the scythe bear in his hand. He shouted at the top of his lungs as he advanced towards her with an anger that was threatening to cloud his entire mind, “IN MORR’S NAME, IT IS TIME TO DIE VAMPIRE SCUM!” She looked towards Lucian with a grin upon her face, welcoming the assault with full glee. Lucian made a quick slice towards her neck, the vampire weaving her blade through the air in such a way that it diverted the blade towards in the air so that she could get that good slice into Lucian. The Knight saw the attack coming and welcomed it, seeing the blade slam across his armor as the Vampire realized that he wore the armor of Dwarfs. Even an enchanted weapon, which he for sure expected her to wield, would not so easily pierce the armor of a Runesmith’s creation. “Two years!” He shouted as he swung the weapon around and this time tried to reach for her unarmored arm, “You took everything from me! You killed everyone!” Lucian watched that inhuman blur of man’s form flow towards his weapon, shuttering it towards one side as to get another strike. Yet as the weapon appeared to be seeking the non-existent exposure in his armor to slice into and sever the Knight was already upon her. She was forced to strike a failure on his armor as he came with another strike that aimed for her legs. She diverted this strike into the nearby staircase, shattering the nearby staircase into a thousand pieces. Each and every strike Lucian was redirected but the Knight was keeping up. Sometimes she would get one or two strikes in yet the Knight was still standing. She had not time to kill him in the constant onslaught that he was projecting towards her. All around them pieces of the ship were shattering from his weapon. Once a pair of doors were shattered while another had the railings and wall kicked out. One of the masts had themselves shattering, falling over taking undead and man alive towards their graves in the open seas. One of these moments though Lucian felt a sickening strike. A tear into his shoulder that caused the vampire to laugh in enjoyment as she had worked at a part of Lucian’s armor. The inhuman strength of the Vampire being just enough for her to not only mend the armor, but worm her blade into his shoulder. Lucian gave a yell of anger as he backed away from her for the moment.
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“So you run from me, so unvaliant.” She said as she took the weapon and licked it, “Look at all the ruin you have caused Knight. In trying to save these people you have damned your journey.” Lucian felt out his shoulder, the pain so immense and while he felt himself growing stronger with every second of the fight the blood was his life. While a clock was started and she had proven herself. Lucian kept his head high. She was probably taking him seriously, but he wanted her to realize how much he hated her. “Two years ago, I slew your wolves and you were scared away by an Ass.” Lucian said as he felt utter hatred well him, “Now I will slay their bitch.” The Vampire looked confused at Lucian. Then, slowly, her faced turned into a hardening realization as a raging wildfire of anger began to cross her features until her face was anything but that of a human. <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">“YOU!”</span></span> A single word filled with complete and utter hatred for his being as Lucian heard it. In an instant she was upon him and Lucian swung his weapon in her direction so that he could get a kill. Instead though she slammed her hands into his arms and sent the attack wide so that she could get her claws upon his helm. Lucian felt an explosion of magic rupture just before his face as the runemagic that held his armor together was disrupted with the baneful magics of the vampire. Narrowly Lucian’s face escaped the claws as they rendered through the helm, making four slits now ran across his helm vertically. So large were these that the Vampire could see Lucian’s face. <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">“DIE!”</span></span> Hatred now manifested in magic Lucian watched as she raised her hand towards Lucian. A sickening purple edged off of her hands before it shot forward like a viper. Then in the next second Lucian heard an explosion so great that it sent both him and the Vampire sprawling across the deck. His ears rang, though as his eyes drifted he could see what had caused the explosion. Standing there, in a crater of wood, was Bok holding Tee-Nee-Tyny like the obedient servant it was. Lucian did not know what happened, or why the Kroxigor appeared to be covered in ash, but what the Knight knew was that the Skink had just saved his life.
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“DAMN YOU ALL!” Yelled the Vampire as she rose from her impact and stretched a hand towards the Kroxigor. Lucian watched as Bok shuttered with purple energies that were so violent that he could see the odd skeleton of the monster. Then he saw as the magic seemed to string back towards the Vampire. Before he knew it he was running. Lucian slamming his shoulder into the Vampire as to disrupt the casting so that the Kroxigor would not lose its life. He went for a strike with his scythe and the Vampire simply went around the blade. He was too slow. Yet as the Vampire took her hands ready to dig her claws into Lucian’s face everyone’s balance was disrupted and then shattered. The very boat itself began to shutter and shatter in half as something massive came from the waters below. There Lucian realized why one does not spill blood upon the open seas, for the Captain did not lie that Mann guarded his realm jealously against all. He was only the God of Manann because manking respected the God of the open seas. A monster with three heads and so many limbs came up and slammed them into the foundation of the ship. Drawn here by the powerful magics and blood that was spilled into the sea, Mann had sent forth one of his terrors to get rid of the spawn of Order and Chaos. This boat was damned. Finished. None were going to survive as the leviathan tried to take them to Mann’s realm underneath the seas. Bleeding from the shoulder Lucian knew that beyond all goals was the Vampire, yet he had sworn other oaths. He did not know of what was happening to Adok and Tee-Nee-Tyny had just saved his life! One is clearly dying and the other was underneath the ship, he who Lucian had sworn an Oath to take to Albion! Would Morr punish him to not take this moment to slay the Vampire? Would Lucian’s family not damn him for trying to kill the undead? But those were the matters of the Divine and the Damned, for what happened to those Lucian had fought alongside with? Lucian looked over and saw that the Vampire was in no good shape. While she sported no injuries, the sheer chaos meant that Lucian might, <span class="mu-i">might</span>, get the strike upon her he needs. >Go for the Vampire >Save your Friends
Anonymous
>>5917286 >Save our friends. Weakened as we are, We are not likely to get the hit we need. We will get her next time.
Glad she remembers us. Very Glad Mann elected this option.
Come on Adok, Come on Teeny and Bok and truffles too. Lets leave them to their fates.
Lets hear how this upsets Morr who's only command is kill undead and respect the dead.
Anonymous
>>5917286 >Save your Friends Anonymous
>>5917286 >>Go for the Vampire This is when we lose it all, blinded....
Anonymous
>>5917286 >Save your Friends I am fairly sure Manann doesn't act like a dick toward other benevolent gods, so i will simply consider this Lucian being an average Brettonian noble (lack of knowledge), because that thing created in AI looks like something out of the Sea of Claws and hyper chaos infested. Not exactly what a poseidon-like deity would want has a divine servant, to be frank.
The vampire is still here so unless she can shoot herself out of the ship like a ballistic missile, or has some teleportation mc guffin, she isn't going anywhere.
From now on best to stay clear from retards, has a golden rule for us.
Or better yet, no more searching on your own and we just say to the main leader guy that we have to talk with, in the occasion of that time, of what we can do. Want our help, good. Don't want our help, we will do something else that helps people. Simple, doesn't create issues for anyone, we do our job and if bad shit happens wasn't our fault since there was a clear refusal and desire of inaction. Who would have thought turning down the help of a holy warrior wasn't very smart. I am very much not interested in this happening again, has it has completely block Lucian growth for me and i lost some of the interest for the quest. Despite my investment from first thread.
I wonder whats the captain doing right now, a classical sleepy head. Will his jaw hit the deck when he sees a chaos monster and a vampire ? Either way killing this chaos beast and saving everyone should be enough to restore our demigod status, its a terrific creature.
Anonymous
>>5917788 I dont think the sea monster counts as a great beast of Avalon.
It might, we don't know if it causes issues for fishing ships or whatever, but given our location and the creature being a servant of manann, I doubt it.
Regarding retards. Requiring their express permission to investigate seems like it is going to damage our efforts in the long term, which shouldnt be abided in the hunt for the undead.
Allowing the necromancers and vampires to kill people before we step in is just aiding our enemy. Even if the "told you so" is worth a lot.
Anonymous
>>5917286 >Go for the Vampire Anonymous
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>>5917902 I didn't say Albion.
I meant right now, the gods have took away our blessings. Killing this beast and saving the crew and our companions should be proof enough for regaining them.
Nah is best if we ask, i really don't want to be forced to do violence with mortals and i don't want to see this issue again. It wastes our time, and we don't want their blood on our hands. Especially with powerful people, but we have also to consider common people due to our oath.
If they listen is better for everyone, if they can't it was best like this. We can consider it a punishment of the gods for them, for their hubris.
I am pretty sure we need to let the vampire walk out of here for today, because otherwise we risk to lose our important companions that have been with us for quite a bit. Losing them would just harm us for no reason and so far we didn't manage to do much to the vampire, that "might" looks like a lie. I don't see Lucian abandoning his companions and it just seem like a poor decision. This ship travel has been nothing but bad from the start.
Anonymous
>>5917286 >Go for the Vampire Yeah. "Go" for the Vamprie.
Anonymous
>>5917788 >>5917425 That's true, the vampire is not getting away... do they float?
Changing from
>Vampire to
>Friends @QM
:)
Chivalry.Enjoyer
>>5917286 >Save your Friends. They just saved Lucian live, I think that even blinded by hatred he wouldn't ignore them.
Anonymous
>>5917286 >Save your Friends Machine QM
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>>5917295 >>5917415 >>5917788 >>5918114 >>5918156 >>5918402 Vampire
>>5917938 >>5918037 Alright, I think I have an idea on how to write this to go with the three monsters. Real spoiler;
Three monsters, three deeds that will restore Lucian's honor to the gods. At the end, as a new man, shall he ascend. Machine QM
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In the Chaos Lucian looked around himself. So many men and people dying across all forms of travesty. The sailors were being killed by the undead who rose, Lucian witnessing the last stand of the Captain as the man attempted to fight off the undead. He witnessed as Bok with one hand cradled the fallen Tee-Nee-Tyny while also fighting off the giant sea monster with the other hand. His hatred full, yet hatred always fades. As he looked upon his fellows he knew what needed to be done. The scythe in hand Lucian tried to gain his bearing upon the ship, his eyes staring at the chaos happening closest to him. “Captain!” Lucian shouted as he slammed his weapon towards the undead. The sheer shockwave was enough to shatter the winds of Shysh that acted as their bindings, “Safety! Where is Safety!?” “tenders!” Shouted the man as he pointed at one of the small boats that landed on the vessel, “GET AT tender!” Seeing what he needed, the Knight knew what he needed to do. His eyes looking across the ship for those who he could save. So much of it was destroyed in a single blast that the Knight had to regain some understanding of the ship’s structure. He was no sailor and he was not married to the vessel, so the Knight had to ask the Gods themselves, no matter how fickle, to guide his scythe. In the green moonlight Lucian saw it. A single shadow from the clouds above in this green bleach of the world. Rushing towards it Lucian felt his heart struggle and his breath become haggard. The beating, oh the beating of the heart, was thumping against his neck and slamming into his plate. “SHATTER!” He shouted while striking the deck and turning it into a hole that dug deeper into the vessel. Lucian could see Adok trying to get himself up but falling from one side of the room to the other. He stumbled like a newborn, the seas wrecking his senses. Without another thought Lucian jumped down into the deck below. Water ran up to his knees already and more water was coming in. He could not think, only acted as he grabbed Adok at the elbow and lifted him. “L-Lucian?” He asked confused as he tried to get his footing in water that was up to his stomach. “You are not dying here!” Lucian declared as he hefted the Dwarf forward towards the stairs of this level.
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Each and every step was a trying one for the Knight as he had to carry so much more weight. The power of the gods, however mighty, was stagnating as Lucian felt there was a debate of wills happening above his head. Whatever damnation that Manann allowed had caused Lucian to injure his vows to Morr, yet the Lady of the Lake surely agreed with his decision to maintain the vast majority of his vows and oaths. Grimnir was giving some, but as Lucian ebbed more and more away from the berserk battle his influence was waning greatly. Yet as Lucian got Adok out he saw the jet black hue of Nightshade standing at the door. Behind him was Truffles, the Donkey treading water just as well as Adok at the moment but the wang was still connected to him. Without a second though Lucian threw Adok into the wagon and grabbed some rope. As if Nightshade knew what to do the horse gave Lucian its neck, soon pulling on the cart through the water with its mighty form. Lucian watched as Truffles quickly loaded themselves onto the wagon, getting mostly out of the water. Without much else Lucian went into the back and pushed for stability and support. Both he and Nightshade shoved the cart through the deck and up the stairs with so much blood and pain that Lucian could not say. Coming out onto the surface things had not gotten any better. Lucian saw the Vampire had risen from her defeated state, his sword slicing a tentacle from the giant monster flinching as the strike came near them. “Lucian!” Shouted the Captain as he fired off a shot that took the head off a corpse, “The Dwarf, bring him here!” Time was trying and vows needed to be kept. Lucian carted Adok close enough that the Sailors were able to unload him and the boat. The Captain’s eyes glanced at Truffles for a moment, the Donkey not too scared and moving with the Dwarf as if they were long friends, “Why is there a Donkey!? We don’t have enough room for it with you!” “GAH!” The sounds of anguish came as the Vampire raised a hand towards them, the woman covering her eyes as the white pelted donkey came within her eyes. As if taking the chance the sea monster slammed its tentacle into her and sent her flying into a wall. “That!” Lucian shouted as he unhooked Nightshade and ran with it in the direction of Tee-Nee-Tyny.
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The Knight had to work fast, his hands gripping one of the tenders and flipping them over. He found himself surprised as another pair of hands were helping him lift the damned thing over. It was the Captain, the man bleeding down the head as he had taken injuries from the fight. “What are you doing!?” Lucian shouted as they lifted, flipping over the boat, “Go with your crew!” The man looked Lucian straight in the eyes as he spoke, words that he realized was the foundation of himself as a person, “A Captain is the last one off this damned ship!” Lucian had not time to argue, instead rushing towards the battle Bok was having with the monster. With the Vampire temporarily put down the sea monster had focused its efforts towards the Kroxigor. While the Kroxigor was a giant it was nothing in comparison to the might that was the monster. Lucian was quick, slamming his weapon into the offending limb. The first time since he received this weapon did he make contact with the flesh, and the entire limb was severed in a thunder’s roar of force. “Bok!?” Lucian towards the giant hoping that it knew what he was saying, “There! Take a boat!” Whatever was between those eyes was enough for it to understand that it was supposed to go there. The giant running at speeds Lucian did not think was possible for its kind. His eyes glancing, it was clear to the sea monster that it had not expected someone to so easily injure it in one swift strike. By the time Lucian noticed all this and was moving the tender had been moved to the edge where the storming waters matched with the tender as the vessel sank even more. In it was already Nightshade, the warhorse untroubled by the happenings that were going on around it. Bok was loading himself into the vessel as the Captain waved his hands to the Knight. “Get in you fool! Get into the tender!” He shouted at Lucian. The Knight felt the weight of his lost blood, how tired he was, as he crossed the dock. He could already see both the sea monster and the vampire both rising as they knew this was the moment they were going to murder everyone. Standing at the boat Lucian began to say, “You should-!” He did not get a chance as the Captain grabbed his shoulder and, as Lucian had lost all his strength, easily tossed the Knight into the outrigger. With a mighty push the Captain sent them into the storming waters. The last thing Lucian saw was a wave of sea slamming into him.
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>>5918650 >Beach >Hovel >Forest Anonymous
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>>5918653 >Hovel Someone was kind enough to find us.
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>>5918650 >Hovel It's either a hag (fey) or a tradwife (even more fantastic
as in, fantasy ). I am willing to risk it.
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He expected to see nothing as the darkness took him. A state of torpor that robbed him of all senses as he was at the mercy of both Manann and Morr. It was something Lucian felt agitated by, for moments ago he had been fighting for his life against the Vampire Von Carstein who had killed everyone he once knew. If he was robbed of such a vengeance by Manann, then he would feel somewhat anguished by the fact. His senses seemed to come back though. A roughness that came to the Knight felt darkness creeping towards him. It was at first a feeling, a feeling of dark eyes looking upon him from the bellows and abysses that hungered for more. The Lair of Laughing, Thirsting Gods. A group passive to the affairs of the world and simply stood back to be entertained by the happenings. They argued and bickered, but none of them lifted even a finger in defiance or assistance as Lucian hung in the darkness. Then he could hear them. Clearer voices that were arguments that went across the skies themselves. He slowly heard what was being spoken, the words becoming clear only because there was nothing else left to hear. “He broke his vows, several of them.” Spoke one of the voices said, “Yet you two still stand against me taking him to the bottom of the sea?” “Only two Vows, only two.” Spoke a more feminine voice, “One of them he was tricked into spoiling, the other he did so because of his comrades. I can say that he still holds the honor that I loved in Gilles.” “And you!” The voice changed directions to another of the forces he witnessed, “Never have I seen you so unwilling to take a soul. He’s died, twice now, and yet you keep him in the land of the living.” “He did not die!” Countered the feminine voice. “He did.” The voice of the seas said as it faced death, “Tell me why, Morr. He broke his oath to you and let that undying escape.” There was a voice there, of a silence so great that it was a presence in and of itself. When it spoke it was not the voice of the thinker, but one of those that had been drawn into his grasp so long ago. Yet it was a voice of silence. “He will fulfill his Oath.” “I say let him prove it.” Spoke a rough voice that sounded like a gargled bunch of rocks, “Let him prove it, and if he fails his life will be claimed.”
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Words that no mortal should have heard passed Lucian quickly, his senses starting to awaken to the point that the everpresent chorus of thirsting, laughing gods and those that cared were deafened. He could feel so much pain now as life was starting to flow towards him. It was a steady stream of pain that was so great that Lucian was unable to really comprehend it. Perhaps it was this fact that made him able to feel the rest of his body. A pain so great that it simply came around to being something bearable. Slowly those two points converged, and Lucian had to both deal with the pain and feel himself. It was at this meeting point, where both senses were one, that he was able to open his eyes. He could see above his head nothing but a thick fog. As if the clouds of a haunted sky had descended upon the ground to cover it in as much greyness as they could. Feeling his limbs the Knight could tell that his flesh was damaged and that the shoulder wound he recieved was still there. It did not bleed, but it had become dried out from backing in the sun that just barely reached through the fog. Lucian, Harbinger of Ruin, struggled to his feet. The man noticing that his flesh was exposed to the air and not in the armor of Dwarfen make. He was exposed to the elements, so exposed that he would fear even the arrows of fools. He could feel it now, the blessings of the gods, escaping his body as the wound dug deep. There was no Tee-Nee-Tyny, no Adok. Lucian could not see either his horse or his donkey. Not even the monstrous Bok was nearby for Lucian to see. He was simply alone on a beach. Alone and Mortal. His glances around showed Lucian several places. The beach, for all he could see, was split in two directions. To his left was more beach, the white sands bleached by fog. To the other side he could see razor edged cliffs that jettisoned out of the waters. Both the man wondered if he could get water or food going in either direction. Yet they could be described as the safer of the two for directly in front of Lucian was an untouched forest. Deep green and full of the fog that was around Lucian, the Knight knew many things were hidden within its depths. Perhaps hidden amongst its branches was a lake, but equally there could be nothing but terrors. >The high cliffs >The forever beach >The foggy forest
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>>5920754 >>The forever beach We are bound to find something stranded in this beach... the currents took us here, no way something else didn't...
Also ignore the spoilered picture, it has NO RELATION to this post or the quest.
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>>5920754 >The forever beach Manaan you bitch, face us.
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>>5920754 >The forever beach Try and find something useful. A weapon preferably two handed for starter, since we aren't good at all with one handed weapons (no not good at all. No, it doesn't mean "but ackually" is mean we suck at it). I doubt we will find our companions, or equipment. The first could be anywhere, the second only the gods will allows us to find it, has trials likely before we kill the three great enemies.
What a pain in the ass, lets not break more oaths because i really don't like returning back to 0 again.
Should start praying more and corporal self punishment after this and hearing the gods giving him a chance, by warhammer standards. Especially since Lucian is religious, zealous even.
I have to say some anons where quite dumb, because they seen two images of the vampire and immediately wanted to kneel. Too bad most of you forgot she promised to kill the shit out of us next time we encountered, so once she recognized us (and later she did) the only offer would be death and then raised has a wight probably.
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>>5920754 >The foggy forest Gotta see the Lady.
>>5921245 I just wanted to force the Vampire to bear our brood.
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Wherever he ended up the man could not tell. As he had no sense of direction, no place to go, and none that would be able to guide him, the Knight had to make his way in one of the directions. All peasants know that only horrors exist within forests. The thicker their trees the more dangerous the forest is. To see this one, covered in fog and so thick that not even the darkness of no light could be seen, Lucian knew that the place was by far the most dangerous. Cliff edges were similar. Begging for his death was not something even a follower of Morr would do. So Lucian decided that instead of taking such risks, that he should make his way down the beachside. If he was lucky perhaps there were others who had washed up against the beach. Survivors of the shipwreck who were carried by the same waves Lucian had been. So he walked, his feet bare against the bleached sands. It felt off to be touching the ground like he was, and in a sense it was a dishonor to him. A Knight touching the ground like this could not call himself a Knight but a Peasant. That in a sense was the point, the Knight realized, for how else could he be walking these sands without his armor. The bands of leather were tied down tightly and the finishings made by the hands of a Dwarf. If Lucian was to die then, he would have died with the armor upon his person. His walk took hours it seemed, the sands brushing against his legs in an uncomfortable manner. He had to ignore it, using the large stick that was now in his hands as a weapon. Fools he did not really know how to use it, what he did know was how he would use it to fight off whatever came. And from the fog, they did. Lucian did not see them walk up to him, it was as if the man had walked into an ambush of their kind. He knew them quickly to be beastmen, human bodies with random pieces of animal flesh stitched together across their whole body. Horrendous things that scared sane men’s sanity. They stood around him, all of them staring at him. The man had come to a stop, the stick within his hands already flaying at the edges from all the test strikes he made with it. Watching him, they were giving him the first movement. Lucian wondered if they would even react to him. They would, Lucian guessed, for he could see one of them drooling. >Strike at them! >Flee! >Stand his ground!
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>>5921904 >Stand your ground. >Roar a challenge, the beasts will know their own intimidation rituals. Anonymous
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>>5921904 >>Strike at them! "FOR MORR AND THE LADY !"
Attack first, dont act like a beastmen, dont give them time to think and attack attack attack again until they are all dead.
We are alone with shitty clothes, bad bandages and a stick. Beastmens will kill us very quickly if we flee, most of them are often more agile, faster and stronger than men. If they have throwable weapons is a done death for Lucian.
If we give them to think, they look at us for our strength and weakness. They can call more of their kind, they can surround us and so on. So attack now.
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>>5921904 >Strike at them! Anonymous
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>>5922298 Fair.
>changing to Strike them from >>5921985 Anonymous
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>>5921904 >>Stand your ground Not every fight is about total decimation of the enemy... tho chaos spawn is the one thing that has to be killed fully... which is why I want Lucian to stand his ground and see how it goes
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>>5921904 >Strike at them! Machine QM
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Lucian did not wish to flee, for to flee was a fool’s errand. They would simply run him down and kill him. Not even discounting the fact that no Knight would allow himself to be disrespected by showing his ass to the enemy. So Lucian did the next best thing. “For Morr and the Lady!” Shouted Lucian as he charged forward with his stick in hand. He expected them to attack him. To throw themselves into combat to slaughter his person. An engagement of a brutal massacre that would result in his death here and now. He had no blessing, but even Peasants would throw themselves upon the enemy. These creatures were not however. Instead as the Knight charged upon them the Beastmen scattered in a direction further across the open beach. The Noble of Bretonnia, found with the fervor of his homeland, found himself on the chase as he roared with as much anger as he could. He was a man, he was a noble, and he was a Knight! Charge he shall, charge and slaughter all that came across him! Even when faced with certain death Lucian will not back down from a challenge. Those beastmen were faster than Lucian, but their animal mutations did not make them better than man. If anything compared to Lucian, who even unblessed is the pinnacle of man, they were lethargic and poor in diet. Where they seemed to nearly fall through the fogs Lucian was now gaining ground on them. He knew he had them. The fools staying outside the forest made it so that even a lone human could get to them. Yes Lucian was worn, yes he was feeling haggard, but Lucian was a Knight of Bretonnia! He will not stop until he smashed their heads in. Yet he seemed to not get that chance as for just a second Lucian lost sight of them. Thinking that they were just behind the cloud he charged through it, only to find that they were gone. In their place, though, was a scene he did not expect.
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The creature he came across was large, only being larger as the pair of wings were sprouting from its back. Though those wings, however immense, were clearly too small for the body that they were attached to. The main bulk of the monster was a green flesh that was covered in several warts and scars from both battles and disease that the creature had suffered in the past. A terrifying and hideous monster, Lucian felt his mortal heart skip a beat the body comprehended just what kind of monster was standing before him. Just the stench was enough to incapacitate a man, and Lucian stood there experiencing all that it’s unholy form had to welcome his senses with. Yet it was not paying attention to him. Its massive tongue, too long to fully fit into its massive maw, moved like a snake towards a pair of girls who looked terrified at the monster. Both of them were on the ground, not fleeing as the sheer terror of the creature had stolen their senses from their body. It was a monster, a terrifying monster terrorizing the people of this land. The stick felt heavy in his hands. Against a fleshy abomination like that one did Lucian expect for his stick to really hurt it? With his scythe surely it would be similar to his fight against the Hellpit Abomination, but this thing which seemed like its equal was to be attacked with a stick. Yet two people were in danger. If he did not fight this thing now then their deaths were guaranteed. Perhaps all three of them would be if he launched himself at it. >Stay back >ATTACK
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>>5923001 >KILLL THE ABOMINATION. ONLY MORR CAN TELL US WHEN WE CAN DIE! Anonymous
>>5923001 >Attack. Break the spell of fear, if they can run then we can buy them time
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>>5923001 >ATTACK FOR MOOOOOOOOORR
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>>5923009 >>5923190 >>5923285 >>5923373 Well, time to roll. Lets see how Lucian fights a Beast of Chaos! Bo3, aim low!
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Rolled 50 (1d100) >>5923697 yea
>Wait a while before posting WHAT THE FUCK IS THS HSHT IT'S BEEN TWO HOURS MOOOOOOOOOOOT
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Rolled 91 (1d100) I am so pissy but hey I can post now... the fuckthefuckthefuck... also I simply do not know what QM has in store for us, Lucian power is 2% right now. If this were fear and hunger... but this is a power fantasy!!!! I have a feeling ths action will please two (2) gods and one (1) will be neutral to it, from our three patron gods... but since Morr is the one that gifts us the most beef, the other two will get us to... less than a sixth of Lucian's total demi-godness I guess
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Rolled 19 (1d100) >>5923697 Machine QM
He could not stand aside, as a Knight Lucian had vowed to defend the weak in matters like these. If he was to keep his distance, to hold his stick, he would have burnt that part of his honor. And he could feel it, some of that forte that he held. The sheer power was not there but he could feel his bones answering. So with a charge Lucian launched himself at the mighty beast. His stick slammed into the back of the creature with the will of a thousand Knights. Yet as it did not carry the power nor the sheer destructive potential of those warriors Lucian was simply slamming his stick into the back of the giant. The creature turned towards him and swiped. He saw it coming, and nimbly flew to the side to dodge the strike that surely would have killed him then and there. Whatever this hellish thing is Lucian would not have made a dent in its scales. Yet he did not care for this as he made another strike into its flank just to make sure that the mighty monster did not fail to realize that he was upon it. One two three, quick blows that carries no weight or technique. All Lucian had to do though was simply strike at the monster as many times as he could so that he could come up with something. Time was not on his side as the tongue of the creature lept from the maw and tried to bite him! The tongue of the monster, which in itself had a mouth, was batted to the side by a flinching blow by Lucian. Now though he held the complete attention of the monstersity as its ugly face was pointed directly at Lucian. Seeing the odd people who were being assaulted by it run from behind it, Lucian knew that he had saved them. Now though he needed to do something that would get this monster of Chaos away from him. >Poke at the eyes >Pull at the tongue >Give it a mighty splinter
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>>5923766 >no weight or technique There is genuine need to triple the training on weapons. I don't believe he lost even his experience, certainly lost the favor of the gods (stop breaking oaths it doesn't make the story good). Strange beastmens, a bit stupid since they had a good chance to kill Lucian there.
>Poke at the eyes Overall the stick is worthless, and the conditions of Lucian are approaching a level of imminent death from just walking. The eyes of the Jabb", are a weak point and might be enough of a wound to make it escape. Or not really, this are the kind of beasts to not go away easily even with heavy wounds. They like and want to kill, and have a deep hatred for other creatures. Tongue is not weak at all and in fact its a very strong muscle, fast too. Good way for the creature to bite us. The other option wouldn't work with the hide toughness.
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>>5923766 >Go for the eyes. >>5923969 Our experience isnt gone, We just normally have a blade point on the end. We arent a staff weilder by trade.
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>>5923766 >Poke at the eyes. If by luck adequate force is used, we will "poke" the creature's brains.
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>>5923766 well now that we saved the people that were being killed is when we run... oh wait, the questing knight vow, fuck...
>Pull at the tongue It's gotta freak out believe that
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Rolled 17 (1d100) >>5924437 Die!
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Rolled 79 (1d100) ogay
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Lucian threw himself to the side as the creature tried to use its massive maw to chew him into pieces. The size of the jaw making it near impossible for the creature to stop, caused him to take a throat full of dirt and gargle it for just a moment. Still trying to get his footing Lucian was not able to capitalize against the strike. Instead he watched as the giant simply threw the sands across the field in a feined gargle of anger and wrath that caused the entire area to be swimming in dirt. The nobleman saw the next strike coming and so jumped above the spiked tail. The creature roaring in anger as Lucian simply got around its attack that would have struck him firmly in the chest. Lucian charged forward with memories of swordsmanship classes within his head. It was the closest thing he had for this battle, for he was simply a master at the polearm at the end of days. Here, where the weapon he held was no longer a weapon in his respect was more than enough to rob him of most of his ability. Yet he fought on. The creature ignored his attacks and brought its claws against him. Lucian paid witnessed to this quickly and just as quickly avoided the strike. Those claws were the sharpest that he had seen, a set of talons that would rend his unprotected flesh apart if he were to allow it to. In this cloud of sand and dust Lucian witnessed it there, the eye of the monster staring at him with immense hatred. As if revelation slammed into his mind Lucian threw himself towards the mighty maw that was opening up. Seeing this Lucian struck its wide open eye with his stick, causing blood to fly everywhere. No armor to protect him, Lucian’s flesh felt the immense pain of corrosion as the blood landed on his skin. It did not stop his strike as the Knight drove the tip of his stick into the unprotected eyes of the creature and drove it like a stake deep into its socket. The creature gave a mighty cry as pain wrecked its senses. Lucian could feel his mind shutter at the sheer chaos that the monster held rattled his brain. All the dust was suddenly blown away as the dismal wings of the creature began to flutter towards the air. And like some dreadful creature of the damned, it flew into the sky. A body way too large for those wings to carry it, the creature yet lifted off the ground and into the air in a haphazard manner that betrayed all common sense of reality. Lucian watched this as he placed his weight on the bloodied stick. He gripped his right side where a large sum of blood from the monster landed on his skin, the pain digging into his flesh all the more apparent.
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Feeling the pain in his flesh Lucian watched as something emerged out of the forest. He thought for a moment it was one of those beastmen who he had followed here. The creatures seeing a man at his moment of weakness to take advantage of him. Instead it was the two persons who he had helped. Lucian finally took in what the people looked like. Their faces were like his, except they had some markings etched upon their faces that were blue. If Lucian had to guess they appeared to be swirls, like what happens when a large amount of water falls down a drain. Their hair was both long and a striking red, clean kept from great care. Just as he saw them, the stick that was holding him up snapped. “Th-thank you!” One of them said as they rushed to Lucian’s side, grabbing him, “Great warrior thank you! The monster almost had our lives if it was not for your rescue!” Lucian tried to speak for a moment, but found the pain came quickly when he tried. It was a fact that was not so quickly ignored as every movement now seemed to accent the pain. And it was a true pain, one that Lucian had only felt once before when his skull was cracked when he first fought von Carstein. “He’s been struck by its Blood Bile.” Lucian realized the other had a strikingly deeper voice as he kneeled next to Lucian’s side, “We need to get him back to the village. He might die if we don’t.” “I…” Lucian felt anger swell as he spoke to counter the pain, “I won’t die from this. I only die when Morr says to.” “You can believe it all you want but attacking a Jabberslythe like you did means it was going to splash on you.” The man said as he got himself underneath Lucian. Lucian walked with the man for a few paces, feeling the pain only grow now that he was no longer so ready to fight. It was like losing the high of the Drengi Rune, only far more debilitating. >Let them take him to their village >Demand they take him to a lake >Chase the beast, they shall!
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>>5924544 Accept the help of peasants or look for the help of our goddess... right after they saved our life...
>>>Let them REMEMBER we can only be in that village one (1) day or we lose the quest.
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>>5924605 Questing Knights get around this by sleeping in different beds, on trees, roofs, barns, just different sleeping spots. Lady allows them.
Gets really annoying once they run out of
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>>5924544 >Let them take us. Anonymous
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>>5924544 >Let them take him to their village Chivalry.Enjoyer
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>>5924544 >Let them take him to their village. Anonymous
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>>5924613 fuck a different woman every night got it
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Lucian decided it was not wise to fight these people. Their helpful hands were something that he needed at the moment when the pain was becoming this abundant. It was a trial in will just for the Nobleman to stay on his feet when the two took him through the woods. The heavily obfuscated barrier that covered the forest from the outside was gone, now allowing Lucian to see the many trees and barren forest floors for what they were. The canopy of trees were thick and barely a lick of light broke through them, but the natives that were helping Lucian knew their way well enough. Thankfulness must be given to the gods themselves for there was no trouble on the way over. No Beastmen coming to raid their small group or that massive creature coming for vengeance against who wounded it. Further and further they went Lucian noticed smiles growing upon the faces of the people who he saved. While he was a seasoned traveler, someone who was used to something like this, he suspected that the terror of what just happened reminded them of how safe their homes truly were. When they pierced another barrier of trees the village was revealed to Lucian. The size of the place is roughly the same as Verac, though it overlooked open plains instead of being nestled in the forest. “We made it!” Shouted the woman as she rushed forward towards the village. A group of people already forming as if the hue was raised already and a cry was made. Lucian found himself taken into the village quickly after that with his person being given to several for treatment. His wounds were washed out with the spirits that these people made before they were covered with cloths. It took roughly two hours of this before Lucian was left to rest on a stack of hay. A few minutes after he was left there a group of people came into the room, one of them being someone who Lucian would quickly call the village Elder. Behind him, those that Lucian guessed were the family of those that he had saved.
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“Warrior,” The Elder spoke firmly as he rubbed his hand through his grey and red hair, “I want to thank you for saving those children. The Jabbersythe would have had their lives if it was not for your strike against it.” “You’re welcome.” The nobleman decided to answer back as he placed a hand on his chest, “I am Lucian… a Knight from Bretonnia. You are the village Elder I guess?” The man gave a subtle nod to Lucian, “I am the Elder of Josskar, the village whose people you have saved.” He thought to himself deeply for a moment as the words Lucian spoke resonated with him, “You… are a Mainlander.” “Yes.” Lucian smiled as his job become slightly easier, “I am here on a Quest for my lands. To find the fathomed temples of the Lizardmen and learn from there what Chaos has in stored for the lands of my people.” The old man’s eyes went slightly wide at the proclamation, “A noble goal if I have heard one. Though… are you not speaking of Beastmen?” “It is… a complex matter from what I understand.” Lucian admitted as he shook his head, “Have you met anyone from a shipwreck? A monster of Manann destroyed our vessel and threw us into his seas only to end up here.” “None that I know of, Bretonni.” The Elder shook his head solemnly as if mourning the lives lost, “Such wrecks are common by the monster, Lessisker. Your story is not an uncommon one, for she is the curse the Lord of the Seas have placed upon our lands.” “A curse? What would bring that upon you?” Lucian asked as he raised a brow to it. “Our King prayed to Manann that no more Men of Chaos should raid our shores.” The elder said with solemnness in his voice, “He forget that Manann is the Lord of the Sea, who does not truly care for what is above his waters. When he heard that no Man of Chaos should cross into our shores, he simply chose to enact that will by making all unable to cross onto our shores.” “Sir Bretonni.” The Elder caught himself as he spoke, “For what you have done for us I wish to give you something. Whatever is in my ability I shall grant it.” >A Scythe to fight with >Armor to fight in >Audience with someone important
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>>5925413 >>A Scythe to fight with Chivalry.Enjoyer
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>>5925413 >A Scythe to fight with. We are practically naked.
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>>5925413 >But we crossed it :^) mmm... a scythe means we are Morr's champion and the armor means we are the Lady's nobleman... sorry bruddas, I am playing it neutral this time
>Audience with someone important. We lost the scythe and we lost the armor, yet we didn't lose our lives. Those were either payment to satisfy the lord of the seas (fuck 'em) or it has a meaning that Lucian will only understand if he communes with his patrons
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“A scythe.” Lucian said quickly with little thought in his mind, “My hands are empty without a weapon, and to hold the weapon of my patron would mean that I am defenseless.” “A scythe?” The old man sounded skeptical as he gave a solemn nod, “That is not a weapon but a tool. It might harm someone but… are you sure?” Lucian could not help but give a smile to the man, “I am sure.” The old man thought to himself for a moment then turned towards one of the parents. As the words were traded they walked out of the door. He looked back towards Lucian with a solemn nod, “They will return with your new weapon soon, Bretonni. May I ask you what your goal is for the near future?” Lucian thought to himself for a moment, weighing what should and should not be said. In truth there was nothing much to hide, “I need to track down my companions. They are scattered across these lands, and so I need to find them to complete part of my Quest.” “A wise decision.” The elder admitted with a nodding of his head, “Before you leave, dear warrior, I wish to implore you for a favor. That beast, the Jabbersythe, had struck villages like ours in the past. It attacking my people means that we are perhaps its next target.” “You are asking me to defend your village?” Lucian asked cautiously. “Yes, that is what I ask. One week will be long enough for our people to flee for the fortress of his Lordship and take defense within those mighty walls. If the thing of Chaos comes before then, we will be lost.” Lucian could hear the sadness and resignation the elder was feeling. Indeed it would mean death to him and his people if it came. Its flesh was too strong for wooden weapons and unmounted armsmen to strike at it. They would die easily, for even injuring the monster will only kill themselves. Yet Lucian had a question, “Where am I? I do not ask for the village or the Kingdom. I come from Bretonnia, the Old World. Where did our ship find itself wrecked?” The Elder gave a nod to the question, “You are in Albion, Sir Bretonni.” >Stay to hold vigil >Lets just track it down >No, we need to find others.
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>No, we need to find others Who the fuck decides to solo a Jabberslythe?
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>>5926419 >Stay and hold vigil. Three beast to go. Better finish our first job
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>>5926419 >>Stay to hold vigil Anonymous
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>>5926419 >Stay to hold vigil Chivalry.Enjoyer
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>>5926419 >Stay to hold vigil. No more doing half-hearted work.
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>>5926419 >stay and stand vigil This doesn't violate our Grail oath right?
If it does sorry but gotta move on.
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“I can give you that.” Lucian admitted as he rubbed his injuries, “I do not know for how long it will take for me to recover, but when I am able I will take vigil. All I ask is that every night I have a different home to sleep in.” The man looked rather confused at Lucian’s words, “Are you sure about that my Lord? That does not seem to be a great trade for what you are to give us.” Lucian gave a nod to those words, “I will still do it, for it is what I vowed to do. This situation was one where I had struck against my Vows, it will be one where I follow them to get out of it.” The old man looked quizzically at the words that Lucian gave, but did not speak of them, “We accept this proposal of yours, Lucian. May we pray that your help is not needed.” “Indeed, may Morr have his mercy.” Lucian announced as he watched the door of his little hovel to reveal a man carrying a long staffed blade. The staff did not look like one that was fashioned from crafted wood but a strong stick found from the woods. The blade, a rusting red with bladed steel, was something that Lucian had not seen since his times as a Peasant. A worker’s weapon. Something that while used was not cared for. Taking the weapon when it was presented Lucian began looking over it. He noticed how the blade head was slightly loose along with the uncared for metal. It would take some time and a little work, but Lucian had times being a Peasant where he cared for tools like this. He would simply need to work at it. A few days went by after that. True to his word the Villagers started to get their things up and began moving them into wagons. Valuables such as grain which could last entire seasons were stacked high, for it was understood that the Lord of the land would not take people who could not be supported. Beasts and the like were quickly rounded up, the villagers discussing which of their beasts would be made as an offering to the gods and which would be paid as a tax to the Lord. Lucian was not a part of these things and instead was steadily working at the blade. While not all of his pain had gone the Knight was feeling the passage of time allowing him to recover. A slow but eventual one which will see him come into good health. Three nights now, each one the Knight would be given a new hovel to live in. There the families would give him a night’s meal consisting of meat and bread, items that they were using fast in fear that they would never get such luxuries. Lucian would find however he did not sleep at night. Not when Morrslieb hung in the sky in a smiling crescent.
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It was during the morning that Lucian felt himself shaken awake. The viscious terror from the woman begging him to rise ringing in his ears as he heard shouts coming from all across the village. He could not hear or tell a word that she was saying, the Knight having grip her collar so that he could straighten her, “What happened!? Speak straight!” “M-monster! There is a Monster!” Without another thought Lucian released the woman and gripped his scythe. There was no intuitive handling of it, no blessing that allowed a Champion of Morr to wield the weapon, but Lucian had wielded it for long enough that he knew his way around it. That while he was not guided by the Gods Lucian’s muscles remembered. And so did he. Lucian ran against the flow of people, many of them fleeing as others were gathering their weapons. He was running now, seeing that the people were already starting to fight back. When he heard the beastial growls he only ran faster, for he recognized them. There, standing at the edge of the forest, was a giant Lizard who was two sizes taller than any man and would be a rival to even the largest steeds in Bretonnia. Its blue scales were marked with white and yellow paint, each coming across its back in an intricate pattern. It was Bok, the Kroxigor that Lucian had been fighting alongside for the longest time. He wondered quickly what brought rage to the beast until he realized that there was no Skink on his head and that several spears and arrows were poking out of his scales. He could see it there, in its eyes, a beastial monster who was released upon the world. Surely if it was missing Tee-Nee-Tyny then it was searching for him. If it was searching for him, then perhaps its arrival here was by simple accident. But like a dog now wounded, it was rearing itself to fight back against those who struck against it. >Fight the Kroxigor >Try to calm it down >Lead it away
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>>5927042 >Lead Him away. >Tell everyone to back the fuck off. We need to get him away from the people to calm him down.
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>>5927042 >>Lead Him away. >>Tell everyone to back the fuck off. Anonymous
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>>5927042 >>>Fight the Kroxigor we didn't fight him the first time, we better do it now! No other chance to duel this mighty beast
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Lucian could only curse the world as he saw the terror that the Kroxigor was bringing upon these people. The weapon felt heavy within his hands for he needed to bring it out against someone he knew, a steed of someone who he trusted. As the people gathered around the giant he knew that this situation was not the one for them to calm down the mighty beast. Too many targets, too many smells, too many foes that would make Bok know it was not safe. He was closer to beast than man, and one does not try to calm a dog in a grouping of people. “EVERYONE BACK AWAY!” Lucian shouted as he advanced forward with the blade in his hands, “By the gods get back!” The troops looked upon Lucian with confusion, though some had already started to comply with the Knight. When one began to back away the others began to back away as well. A cascade of men who were falling to fear as the Knight advanced towards the monster. Already Lucian could see two men at the feet of the mighty monster. Such was not unexpected when dealing with mighty steeds who had easily trampled peasants when they broke from the reins of their masters. Yet would the villagers see it like that, or the monster that he most certainly also was. What mattered as Lucian stood in front of the giant was the sheer might of the Kroxigor and the mighty roar that it carried. A bellow it gave as Lucian stood in front of it, so mighty that it shook Lucian’s flesh and organs. He made a strike, lower left stomach where the scales seemed rather thin. His blade arm was clear and skilled as he drew just the tiniest hint of blood from the mighty monster. A lucky hit was all he needed to get Bok’s complete attention. Lucian ran. He ran as fast as he could towards the woods for Bok was quickly upon him for scoring such a blow. He could hear the beast huffing and roaring as anger was flowing through its blood. And Lucian was without anything, running as fast as he could to the forest. Within seconds he pierced the canopy of the trees, quickly followed by the Kroxigor who was smart enough to know that its target was still there.
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It was not longer after that Lucian head the stampede that was Bok directly behind him. The knight quickly shifted himself, throwing his full body weight to the side to narrowly dodge the overhead slam that the Kroxigor had made against him. He only had another moment on his feet as the maws of the Kroxigor moved over with a snap, an attempt to get Lucian in a death grip and throw him asunder just as the Knight had seen him do to so many others. In a crouch that luckily kept him on his feet Lucian saw Bok giving another beastial roar. A second later the creature reached for a tree and tore it asunder with its bare hands causing the animals that were above his head to trip on the ground. The next moment the Kroxigor shattered the tree, killing the forest creatures. Then those reptilian eyes pointed themselves directly at Lucian. He was correct, it seems, that Bok was simply killing everything that was closest to him. Lucian found himself dodging once again to the right as the mighty Lizard took the remains of the tree and slammed them where Lucian was standing. Dozens of splinters were sent flying across the flood and into Lucian, the pains stinging but not debilitating Lucian as he now had to block the upswing. Air was blown out of him and the Scythe was bent at an odd angle for a moment. While he was sent sprawling on the ground the Knight quickly looked up to see that Bok had decided to kill another forest critter before ending Lucian. Its mind too enraged for it to do anything else. >Perhaps where is an end to the rage >Fight him, fight him until hes too exhausted to fight >He needs to know its a friend he fights! Get him Lucian’s scent!
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>>5928008 >Lucian's scent. Anonymous
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>>5928008 >He needs to know its a friend he fights! Get him Lucian’s scent! >Bok it's me Lucian Tiny-tnys friend! Please stop. >Proceed to run circles around trees until he listens. Anonymous
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>>5928008 >>He needs to know its a friend he fights! Get him Lucian’s scent! Anonymous
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>>5928008 >Fight him come on guys
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>He needs to know it’s a friend he fights! Get him Lucian’s scent!
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Lucian would not fight him, not directly at least. He found that he was throwing himself to the other side to dodge another blow that was coming at him from above. The strike was a swipe with those long claws of the Kroxigor’s, such a limb would have killed the Knight if it made contact with his head. So he moved, being thrown into a roll that caused him to run over a set of roots. It was not a terrible shake up, but it caused Lucian to lose his balance and sent himself sprawling upon the ground. Bok, even in his rage, saw this happen and advanced. There was no cry of anger but a efficiency that was not of a monster. Like a man at his practiced craft Bok was already working a phantom Lucian in his hands, determining how best to capitalize Lucian as he was on the ground. The Noble was quick, throwing himself to the side as those large hands tried to grab him and instead they found dirt. Lucian had tried with his motion to roll onto the staff of his scythe, to bring himself upwards, but the Knight found that the motion was useless. He did not have all his strength back and the pains from the toxins were flaring once more. When he felt his hands upon his own blade, the Knight realized something. Bok was always calm around the Skink, but there was probably several reasons for that. One of those were that he was the loyal hound of Tee-Nee-Tyny. Then he remembered, back in the tunnels underneath Bastonne, where the nose of that powerful beast was able to smell out nearly anything. He struck himself, fresh blood leaking from his hand. His motion was quick for Bok was already upon him with a snout wide open to bite into Lucian. To toss him around and rend his flesh asunder. With a flick of his bleeding hand Lucian landed his blood upon the snout of Bok, the moment the beast’s maw was less than a foot away from Lucian’s face. And like a puppet whose puppeteer had stopped operating his doll, the giant monster stopped.
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Lucian starred at the open maw of Bok and wondered just how devastating that would have been upon him. But that was all he thought about it, for it seemed that Morr had blessed his servant with additional life. A low, long breath came from the giant, then the beast exhaled. Flickers of Lucian’s blood flew from the nose and landed on his face, the stains covering his pale skinned face. Then, like the puppeteer remembering his puppet, the giant began to move once again. Lucian found himself following the Kroxigor up. The two rising to their full heights above the forest floors but below the massive canopy of trees. He could tell there that the monster was thinking, but what was it thinking? “Bok, you know it's me, right? It’s Lucian.” Lucian decided to ask the monster. It gave a low growl to his words, a sense of annoyance perhaps? Did it have enough mind to recognize what he was saying? No, but Lucian realized the monster did indeed know it was him because it stopped advancing. The question was though how close to man was it, or perhaps his original thoughts of it being closer to a beast was correct. “You were looking for Tee-Nee-Tyny, right?” He asked hesitantly, “Your master, your rider?” The creature have another growl. Lucian could only guess it was words, but it was like trying to talk to a dog or cat. You hoped they understood you but the truth of the matter was that you were simply yelling at one another. What to do now though? >Take Bok back to the Village >Keep him hidden in the trees >Go out with him to find Tee-Nee-Tyny >Other
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>>5929026 >Take Bok back to the village. >Warn the tribes men from afar. We have an oath to keep and Teeny will show up along our path. Gods willing.
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>>5929026 >Take Bok back to the Village We can’t go searching for Tiny because we told the village we would stand vigil. And leaving Bok hidden seems unwise, since he barely understands us.
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>>5929026 >Keep him hidden in the trees >Warn the towns people to not attack Bok. He is a friend and will help kill the actual monster if it comes. Anonymous
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>>5929026 >>Keep him hidden in the trees we have to stand vigil, so be a good FUCKING MONTER, BOK and stay... maybe kill stray beastmen or smt...
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Lucian wondered if this was a great idea, or even a decent one. Walking up towards the village it was a question but it was one that he did not really know to answer yet. It did not matter though, for as he walked through the canopy of trees he was committed. “Sir Lucian!” The moment he stepped out of the forest Lucian saw a score of men wielding wooden spears and other instruments at his sides, “You’re alive! Did you slay the beast?” “By the grace of Morr I am alive.” Lucian told them as he took a breath. Tightening his fist he could feel the pain from the blood dribble down through his hand, the weird water like liquid flowing. A sting, but it was something else than the worries he felt, “I did not slay the beast for there was no need to do so. Bok!” Lucian saw the faces of the men pale as they watched the trees behind Lucian begin to shake and part. The massive form of Bok, a Kroxigor who could easily murder men with his beastial jaws and claws, emerged from the forest on two legs. In his hands were gripping a tree trunk, one that was just the right size for the massive monster to use it as a weapon. The men brought their weapons up in a couch waiting for the monster to advance upon them. Bok looked upon each of them with a studying eye, but these were closer to a wolf looking upon its prey. Measuring whether they were an easy mark for the monster to destroy. “Put down your weapons!” Lucian told them as he raised a hand towards them, “The Kroxigor will do you no harm.” “W-why would we! It is a monster, a beastman! Why…” One of the men said in confusion as he looked upon Bok. They were not attacking it, but Lucian needed to come up with a good reason here. >It is the steed of a friend >I have tamed it! >It's alive because we would die if we fought it genuinely.
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>>5929851 >I have tamed it! A half lie I guess, but we did bring it under our control.
If they’re not happy then say that we’ll accept responsibility for anything it does from now until we leave (but not for the guys already dead). It will help us with our vigil while they continue to prepare for departure
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>>5929851 >I have tamed it, To aid against the monster. Bok is helpful
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>>5929851 >>It is the steed of a friend Chivalry.Enjoyer
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>>5929851 >It is the steed of a friend. Firstly, lying about our abilities doesn't seem like a good idea to me. Second, our explanation is plausible considering how little these people know about the outside world.
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“I have tamed the beast!” Lucian said as fast as he could, marching forward towards the men with a bit of pomp in his step, “I being this creature here to help us fight the Jabbersythe, do you reject it?” “But… the creature has killed our people!” The villager claimed readily. “If that was justified enough then I am violating my oaths, and I know for certain that my survival is a sign that the gods have not abandoned me.” Lucian rapted off to the man. Now Lucian was right before them, and while Lucian was sure they were roughly the same size as him their sudden cowering made them just that little bit shorter than him. It was a small amount but at times like this is was accented by his presence. Lucian was a Nobleman by right. Not like some pissy fool like Gillot before he had learned what it meant to become a Knight. Lucian had fought and bled upon the battlefields with the expressed purpose of trying to become a Knight that he was today. Such battleforged charisma was not something that could be ignored. “This Kroxigor was but a wild beast when he came here. Through my shedding of blood the creature realized that I was not an enemy but a fellow. His kind were built to fight chaos but when war comes to them they will fight all breeds of man.” Lucian declared with certainty that drove the point across, “Those who were lost will be greatly missed, but we need this creature with us if we hope to fight against the Jabbersythe.” The men looked upon Lucian with their eyes widening, his statement striking them where it should. By the words Lucian shared he made it clear that Bok was to fight with them, and that the deaths that came were but mistakes. They looked at one another, fear upon their faces. They know what might happen if they broke this peace, for by Lucian’s words, the Kroxigor would be forced to fight them once again. Who knows what might happen if that were to happen. “Very well Sir Lucian. We ask though that you keep your new beast on a tight leash!” The villager said as he gave a hesitant nod. Lucian gave a wave towards the giant, Bok moving forward with purpose. It knew that it was safe and that it was powerful, but if there was anything else in that mind Lucian did not know. All that mattered to him was that he had a far more powerful ally in fighting the Creature of Chaos than he had before.
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It was night once again as Lucian was on look out. Though now he was not alone for the giant that was Bok stood vigil next to him. Its numerous injuries had since clouted themselves, though Lucian could see that the Kroxigor was going to be scared across the entire body. Some placed the Knight had to help the giant, taking out splinters of wood that had snapped when the giant had made mistakes in trying to take out the spears. Looking at the Kroxigor’s mouth still caked with a layer of blood from the fresh beast they had gotten, the Knight realized that Tee-Nee-Tyny had likely been doing a great amount of maintenance on the giant that they did not see. Like Lucian feeding and brushing Nightshade, he was sure that the Skink had basically been a minor maid to the care of the giant monster. “You got a little something there.” Lucian pointed out as he brushed his mouth. He watched, almost humorously, as Bok mimicked his movement. The creature taking its claw and scratching at the bits of flesh still sticking in his mouth. Realizing how silly it was, the Knight took one of the many rags that were on him and handed it to the massive beast, Bok taking it almost as if it feared what it was. “Rub your face.” Lucian gestured once again, taking another rag and wiping his face with it. He could see there the gears turning in the massive creature. As if the action that Lucian had just performed was being studied and thought about it by some genius who just learned the secrets of the universe. Then, to the Knight’s surprise, the Kroxigor did exactly what Lucian wanted him to do. “By the Gods above.” Lucian said honestly as he witnessed the action with a sort of enjoyment, “Do you understand me?” There were no reaction on the creature’s face. It seemed that whatever magics allowed Tee-Nee-Tyny to talk to them was gone from his massive servant. Though it was sort of interesting seeing the Kroxigor learning. >See if you can balance a barrel on his nose >Try and teach it some basic commands >Lets try to ride it
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>>5930494 >Basic commands Don't try to ride it. We've never really been a mounted knight.....
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>>5930494 >Try and teach it some basic commands. Giant dog.
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>>5930494 >Try and teach it some basic commands Anonymous
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>>5930494 >>Try and teach it some basic commands Chivalry.Enjoyer
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>>5930494 >Try and teach it some basic commands. Anonymous
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>>5930494 >>Lets try to ride it Hilarious. Also make it dig a hole and fill it with clean water, he needs a pond to chill in.
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There was something there that the Knight knew would be an issue. If Bok did not understand his commands than it was going to be a problem when the two of them fought together. The nobleman could only wonder how active in instruction Tee-Nee-Tyny must have been at managing such a dullard, but it explained their relationship. “Bok.” Lucian said the name of the Kroxigor. The massive of muscle quickly turned its attention towards him, the name Lucian had for him being the same as its master previously said. With attention taken he pointed at a tree, “When I ask for you to attack and point at the target, you will strike that target.” The monster did not seem to understand his words, the cloth that Lucian had given the Kroxigor to wipe his face off now hanging at the end of his jaws. Really though the words were just for Lucian to get himself in the idea of training the giant monster. Thinking to himself for a moment the teacher took his scythe and pointed at the tree, “Attack!” And with those words Lucian himself charged the tree and struck at it. Such an action the man realized was not a good idea. He could feel how brittle the weapon was in his hands as it bent with the threat of snapping upon the impact. It was not hard to take the weapon out, the Knight returning to the Kroxigor. Bok, for all his oddness, had watched it all unflinchingly. Lucian pressed his knuckle on the monster and pointed between the two of them, “You do what I just did this time. Got it?” If the Kroxigor did understand it did not show it. Not a flinch nor a discernment on what it knew. All that was there was a blank expression of a creature studying. With a deep breath Lucian pointed at the tree, “Bok, ATTACK!” The Kroxigor gave a roar that quaked Lucian’s mortal soul, sparking that mortal fear as it charged towards the tree and slammed its claws into. A brutal strike was what Lucian witnessed, with the Kroxigor killing the tree in a flurry of splinters and ichor. Lucian smiled.
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It was the second to last nights when the Kroxigor took notice of something. Lucian was working with Bok trying to get him to wield a properly sized tree as a stick when he heard the monster take in a deep breath. He knew that even from times before now, when the Kroxigor was looking for a scent. Now he had experience with it. “Beastmen?” He asked, getting a deep growl in response. It was indeed true that Bok did not understand man’s tongue but given enough time the two had remedied it. A few hunts for the giant’s food gave Lucian enough time to learn his mannerisms when it came to things like this. So when he heard that growl he knew it was true. “So they finally come.” Lucian said as he glanced at the village behind them, “You can’t really tell me how many there are, so… where are they?” He received another growl in the same direction. So it was either a small herd of monsters or a single monster. Lucian felt his hairs stand straight on his back as the thought crossed his mind in facing the Jabbersythe. HIs flesh remembered the creature and the terror it held. How just wounding it was enough to injure the Knight. Such memories were long when exposed to the flesh that scarred easily. If it is indeed the Jabbersythe then there will be no reason to try tracking it down. No matter how obscenely huge its body was in comparison to birds, could still bring itself to fly. But then again going forward if it was a herd of beastmen would bring the smallest amount of harm to the people of this village. He could stand and wait, see where it comes in, and attack it. Simple and easy, without any real chance of complete failure. Yet compared to a chance sneak attack upon it would definitely lead to some casualties. >Sally forth to face it >Wait for it to come >Sneak attack!
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>>5932401 >Sally forth I don't see any reason to wait.
We are engaging them first
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>>5932401 >Sally forth and sneak attack the enemies. We don't have armor and bok can be quite I think.
Let's get in an advantageous area and ambush the enemy. We can be loud when we strike the enemy.
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>>5932459 Oh I missed the disadvantages. Just Sally forth to it. No need for village casualties.
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sally forth is the dwarf god vote Wait for it is the lady vore Sneak attack is the... neutral? vote... Poor morr, there is no vote that hints to him. I believe that QM doesn't have the gods in min when making different votes but it's fun to see it that way :D Anyway my vote is >Wait Because we are cool and having to go and meet the foes is meh, let them come
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“Bok.” Lucian turned towards the creature with a wave of his hand, “Follow, we sally forth to meet our foe.” The creature surely did not understand the meaning of Lucian’s words but the creature more than understood intent. With a low rumble it marched forward with a anticipation. A quake of bloodlust that was surely within the flesh of the monster was enormous. It was still a beast after all and it was battleworn too. Lucian would have felt a shiver go down his spine if he did not feel the anticipation of battle flush through his veins. The two made their way into the forest then and there towards the coming horde. Bok easily being large enough to bring down the massive canopy and create a direct hole for the two of them to follow through. They walked for a little while after that. The snout of the massive monster not turning in direction. Bok knew where they were and was now guiding Lucian towards them with eerie accuracy that was clearly bred into his species. Lucian knew they were close when the Kroxigor gave a subtle growl and stopped moving. He could see the monster adjusting the grip upon the trunk that it was using as a weapon as it knew that battle was soon to be upon them. Lucian did the same, the comradery between the two of them rubbing some of the monster’s habits off on Lucian. Normally though they would keep marching towards their target. Seeing as the Kroxigor stopped, it must knew something that Lucian did not. He was answered when the sounds of hooves came across the forest floor. A feeling coming across Lucian’s heart, he moved to widen the space that the two of them were covering in the direction of the incoming herd. He did not need to wait long as from the trees they came. Beastmen, the same ones that Lucian had faced down before, were now coming in his direction wielding crude weapons and having a beastial look of hanger in their empty eyes. How such a thing could be witnessed the man did not know but his guess was correct. Here was the herd, and now they needed to cut down the herd. >Focus on supporting/protecting Bok >Counter Charge! >Stand. Your. Ground.
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>>5933262 > Focus on supporting/protecting Bok Anonymous
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>>5933262 >Stand. Your. Ground! Machine QM
Protect
>>5933762 >>5933814 Stand
>>5933762 >>5933814 Well damn, I got a tie and I forgot the rolls. Give me both, if I don't get it tonight then I'll just double update tomorrow.
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Rolled 12 (1d100) >>5934229 Anonymous
Rolled 2 (1d2) >>5934229 Random tie breaker if you want it
>1 protect >2 stand Anonymous
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Rolled 97 (1d100) >>5934229 Scythaaaar
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Rolled 25 (1d100) >>5934292 I thought this was a good roll....
>we standing Machine QM
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The man thought about it and a decision needed made. Would he be supporting someone else, keeping them alive, or standing firmly next to them as a fellow warrior. To support was likely the most rational thing, to protect and support the Kroxigor that was surely to bring ruin to all that faced the two of them. Yet Chivalry was not rational. Lucian stood at the side of Bok, his scythe poised towards the ground for a great reap. The two of them did not walk away from the force, and Lucian was not hiding himself behind the Kroxigor to make sure that he did not get flanked. After all, to do so was admitting that he was weaker than the monster that he was allies with. As the breyherd appeared from between the trees he was ready to face them as a Knight of Bretonnia. Even without the armor that designated one of such a ranking Lucian would still hold the ideals of the Lady and his fellow men in the highest regard. Facing the enemy on equal footing and cutting them down in an honorable fight was what it meant to be a Knight of Bretonnia. He would not renege on his vows. Lucian was a Questing Knight, a man who was seeking to become a Champion of the Lady’s favor. “In the name of Morr and the Lady.” Lucian said as the creatures came rushing towards their position with axes and broken pieces of metal, “I DENY THEE!” And like a wave the Beastmen had closed the gap between the two forces.
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Quickly Lucian found himself assaulted by three Beastmen in front of him. The swipe of his scythe was with the hope that the man would cut down all three of them in a single blow but the strength of the gods had all but left his limbs. Replacing it was a seasoned prowess of skill that Lucian had practiced across two years of war and battle. The guiding hand of Morr had left him but the man remembered the guidance of the Death God. For it the Knight cut down one of the Beastmen with a belly cut, the blow spilling his guts across the forest floor with a single flick. Lucina had hoped that the strike would have carried itself across into the neck of the other but there his skill faultered. The Knight instead struck a deep blow into the rib cage of the creature. As his strength was robbed from him when he struck against the stomach of the dying, his blow did not have enough strength to dig into the lungs and heart of the beastman to make it a clean kill. Instead Lucian ripped out a chunk of chest-flesh that scattered the land around them with crimson red blood. It was the same blood that leaked from man, for these Beastmen were only the mutants that Mankind had borne in the light of Morrslieb. Lucian had to defend as the two still standing beastmen threw an crude axe and sword in his direction. Lucian was able to raise his scythe to defend against the weaker sword while twisting his body just enough to dodge the blow from the axe. Movement becoming momentum, the Noble Knight flinged himself to the side and with a single strike severed the skull from the torso of the injured Beastman. The last one breyed as it saw it was the remainder. Seemingly spooked by the skill that Lucian still held which had caused the death of its fellows. It was enough for Lucian to steal a look towards Bok. The Kroxigor, being the larger of them, had been found fighting against eight of the Beastmen. Two of them were slammed into the ground while the Kroxigor had taken one of them into his mouth. Lucian wondered why the Kroxigor had not killed the Beastman yet, but then he watched a violent roll performed by the Kroxigor that turned the one in its mouth to a pulp. There were more coming, Lucian saw, coming from around the woods. A group of Beastmen large enough to destroy the village that was behind them that was now trying to run over their little road block. Lucian would make sure they paid their toll in blood. >Call to bring more beastmen to Lucian >Try to attract their champion >Keep the slaughter at the norm.
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>>5934603 >>Champion remember the lessons
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Rolled 50 (1d100) >>5934853 it's rolling time
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Rolled 74 (1d100) >>5934853 Anonymous
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Rolled 55 (1d100) >>5934853 Machine QM
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The Knight brought his weapon between him and the Beastman, making sure that his voice was roll across the forest floor so that the one he was really after could hear, “BEASTMEN! Bring me a foe worthy of me! Worthy of a Knight of Bretonnia!” Lucian watched as the beastman that he was fighting quickly fled as fast as he could. The Knight could have pursued him, but there was absolutely no reason that he should give into such a thought. It would simply be begging for a group of their chaos ilk to ambush him on the charge and cut him down. Though that was reasoning that the Beastman was running from Lucian or had such a scheme in mind. As the trees began to shutter and the sound of meaty wing beats roared across the field the Knight knew what was about to come down upon him. The creature was as hideous as the last time Lucian paid witness to its form. Warts crawled from all corners of the body, each of them collalessing into even bigger warts that boggles the mind in how horrible they looked. Three horns characteristic of Chaos fiends were cresting its head like a wicked crown of damnation. Such was its status as a Champion of the Beastmen. A wicked monster that was equal to Minotaurs and Masters of the Breyherd. When it slammed onto the ground Lucian felt quickly the monster eating at his mind. As if a dozen voices whose words he could not even understand were shaping into his mind threatening to overwhelm him. To drive him towards the Chaos that the monster was echoing across the wooden canopy. Yet he saw it still, the wounded eye that he had inflicted upon the creature. Answering the madness Lucian charged forward towards the monster. His scythe held upright and moving in a clear arch towards the abomination. Then all of a sudden he was sprawn across the trunk of a tree with a powerful ache in his chest and several burns singing across his skin. Looking towards the Jabberslythe the creature was rotating its shoulders as a green wound was dripping the ichor of its damnable blood onto the ground. It had given a powerful roar as Lucian found himself gripping his impacted chest, his mind rolling across the last minute of combat. Whatever happened Lucian had to throw himself to the side and dodge as the tongue of the creature reached out. The monster took the tree flesh into the Knight’s flesh, the tongue draggin splinters into the mouth of the creature as it reeled back what should have been Lucian.
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The Knight had to shake himself as those voices cried out again. Some of them asking him to throw his weapon across the ground and take the death in kind. Others were demanding that Lucian throw the weapon as the Jabberslythe’s head in an attempt to decapitate it. Many others still were screaming at him now to simply forgo all thoughts and simply rage against the monster. Madness, it was madness. Lucian did not know why he was even understanding these words that were from a language that he did not know. They were but the tongues of Chaos given thought and purpose by a monster who exhumes it. Now Lucian understood what he felt the last fight he had with it. It was not fear that he was putting away but this madness that it infected its victims with. Those people he saved were not paralyzed by fear or fled away from their village in such fear, but it was this madness! Lucian had to throw himself to the side again, his shoulder slamming at a bad angle upon the ground as he dodged a fatal stroke by the claws of the monster. He reached out with a swipe of his weapon, the Jabbersythe having no armor meant that it was impossible to gain a damaging stroke against its flesh. The burning blood flew across the forest scattering across the trees and floor, with a good amount of it splashing upon Lucian himself causing his hands to burn greatly. He gave out a voiceless roar of pain as it happened. Harming this creature seemingly caused him to suffer if the stroke was not good enough. Yet how could he focus when the voices were now screaming at him to do all sorts of things. >Focus on shutting up the voices >The Fight, we need to Fight! >Prayer, prayer will settle things.
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>>5935249 >Prayer, prayer will settle it. Morr, If it is my time to come then let it be with company or not at all.
Lady, Grant me strength to uphold my vigil. Silence their cowardice and let me strike true.
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>>5935249 >Prayer, prayer will settle things. Anonymous
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>>5935249 > Prayer, prayer will settle things. Anonymous
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>>5935249 >>Prayer, prayer will settle things. Anonymous
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>>5935249 >>Prayer, prayer will settle things. gods like when people need them... and more so when they reach out for them
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>>5935249 >Prayer, prayer will settle things. Machine QM
Rolls for me, lets see if they get answered.
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Rolled 58 (1d100) >>5935924 "Swear to god!"
'SWEAR TO ME!!!'
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Rolled 79 (1d100) >>5935924 Machine QM
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>>5935958 >>5936022 Come on lets see that roll! You got a 57% chance of improving it whoever you are.
If you already rolled you can roll again after 9est. Anonymous
Rolled 87 (1d100) >>5935249 Machine QM
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>>5936182 I'll take one more roll if you fellows are up for it, because you guys are shit at rolling this weekend.
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Rolled 83 (1d100) SAVING THIS QUEST
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Rolled 96 (1d100) DON'T WORRY I'll delete the first roll and keep this one that will 100% be a nat 1jk
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Lucian wanted to do something, to think of something, but he was spited by the movement of the Jabberslythe that was going to give him no time to relax or care. The monster, being an abomination above all, was already less caring for the wounds that Lucian had inflicted upon it and was already moving towards him with those deathly claws extended. Lucian found himself dodging from the blow, sending himself to the ground being the only option as the monster tried to rip out his torso. Though the ground was not where he wanted to be as half the chorus of voices made it known that Lucian was weak down below the beast. They were mocking him. The voices were mocking that Lucian had done an action which was surely reasonable at the time but only delayed his death. A maddening excuse that would surely lead to his death if he allowed them to land. He had to ignore them even though they were calling him a coward for not just having tougher skin to absorb the blow. He rolled out of the way and slammed himself against the fools. His mind shaking as he narrowly dodged a crushing blow against his head by the massive monster. The dirt was slammed up as he rolled onto his feet, shakily, but standing once again. But what was he to do now that he was upon his feet. The voices did not help and they were still aching. He could feel them overwhelm, taking him in and out of consciousness as the creature looked at him with what was contempt and annoyance. It knew that Lucian was struggling against its presence and was simply wanting him to keel over and die. One second he was standing, the next Lucian felt pain surge as his left shoulder was ripped into by the fanged tongue of the monster. It gave a wicked pull, ripping skin, muscle, and blood across the floor as Lucian gave a deathly scream of pain. As the pain grew great the voices grew louder. All of them giving Lucian some words of defeat or suggestion on how to best get himself killed. That he should bow to those dark powers that the Jabberslythe served and accept their mercy upon his life. There, his mind snapped for a second, and he spoke, “Morr, Lady, I pray.” Lucian asked as he gripped his weapon tightly, “Help me…” Yet they did not answer him, for they could not. What he was hearing was not the voices of simple madness, but the voices of Chaos and Thirsting Gods. Their laughter now ascendent as they knew they had Lucian within this grasp. >Berserk Rage >Flee >A little help
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>>5936255 >Berzerk RAGE >We will follow our oath or die in the attempt Anonymous
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Rolled 78 (1d100) >>5936565 I think death is okay too
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Rolled 13 (1d100) >>5936565 Chivalry.Enjoyer
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Rolled 25 (1d100) >>5936565 Anonymous
Rolled 95 (1d100) good roles, but take a look at mine
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>>5936992 But, look, my first roll was 96 and this is 95.
There is a trend
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>>5936994 Just need 93 more rolls for that one.
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>>5936995 Damn it, shows where my head has been today. 94 rolls.
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Blood leaked from his body. The coldness of death was like a calling tiredness that was asking him to fall down. All while he faced the voices that were yelling within his head. Each of them asking him to throw his life away towards the damnation of his soul. To flee, to rage, to surrender. Facing death Lucian knew he would accept it, knowing what was to come when he did so. He would be within the Garden of Morr just like all those who had come before and after him. He would not surrender and try to keep his life. He would also not damn himself to those powers, he would not call out the declaration of Blood for the Blood Throne. He did not cow even when his death was assured. So he stood, “I… shall.” He spoke as he stood upright. The scythe dangled lazily within his hands as he lost all feeling within his left hand thanks to the lost of blood. Perhaps he would need to wield the scythe one handed, but not yet. Lucian will not accept the fact that he had been injured. “I…” His eyes glared at the creature, green eyes starring at the monster with anger, “I… slay you.” The monster walked forward, a grin upon its monstrous face as it thought that it was going to kill Lucian here and now. That allowing Lucian this grandstanding was only going to make him collapse so that it could take an easy kill. “I swear…” Lucian felt an answer swell in his heart as he spoke those words, “I swear… in redemption for my sins…” The monster was moving now, something within its manner changing as Lucian’s words came out. It was large and cumbersome though, speed not being its strong suit even when it was so close to its prey. “Either I… slay you.” Lucian began to walk forward as he felt his anger flare. The coldness of death washing away as he broke out in a charge that would make any Bretonnian or Dwarf excited, “OR I DIE!” An old feeling that the man held flared in his chest. When Grimnir faced the Chaos Lord Kragen'ome'nanthal and knew that he would die the Dwarfen God did not stop. He charged at the Daemon Prince of Khorne with all the fury that the Dwarfen kind had within their hearts and killed the Scion of Khorne before dying himself. All that it takes for a God to gain power in an act of worship. The greater their act is, the greater their power is. Honor was done to Grimnir, and so the Slayer God of the Dwarfs gave his gift.
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Lucian was inflamed as he charged the Spawn of Chaos. A battlecry that broke through even the trees came from his mouth in a shout of absolute anger and hatred. He was no longer on the edge of death but was crying out the deep cry of hatred that all Dregni would cry at their final hours. Though man, Lucian was but a mimicry of Grimnir. He did not care where his strike would land as he threw his scythe into the shoulder of the great monster and tore tendons through the air. Blood splattered everywhere, staining tree, dirt, air and Lucian’s flesh. Lucian’s body cried out in pain as skin melted away to reveal the muscle underneath that was turning a hateful green. Lucian Feels No Pain. He cried as another hack was made towards the wing. The Jabbersythe seemingly so slow as he dashed to the side to go at it from the side. A deep cut was made across its wing, severing so many tendons that the beast would be unable to flee from him. Acidic blood splattered onto his body with a sickening sizzle. Lucian Feels No Pain. The Jabberslythe, crying with the pain that Lucian had brought to it, lashed out with a slash of its Vorpal Claw. It cut deep, going through one of Lucian’s lungs as it dug deep enough within his chest to score a vital blow. In retaliation Lucian brought the scythe through the offending limb and severed it from the body like a blade of wheat. The scythe’s poll shattered as the acid blood burned the stock. So Lucian grabbed the blade with his own hands. Feel No Pain. Lucian Feels No Pain! Death upon him Lucian took the blade of the Scythe and raised it above his head. In the moments of chaos the Knight was upon its back, the blade dangling above its skull. Then, in a swift moment, his blade slammed into the eye. The brain was punctured in mere moments before the blade dissolved in the brain acid. Victory in battle at all costs. That is what Grimnir symbolizes. >A Lake >Shamen’s Hovel >A familiar shack
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>>5937082 >A Lake Well that's one gods blessing back.
dayum we were close to dying.
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>>5937082 > A Lake Does that count as one great beast? Or does it not because we’re on and island and not officially in Albion? Or no witnesses still?
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>>5937082 >A familiar shack. It's not the time yet, we're not even halfway there to be honest. And I think it would be much more thematic to just meet her at the end, to emphasize our achievements.
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>>5937082 >A familiar shack Cause of his arguments.
>>5937395 Anonymous
>>5937395 fair enough
>Change to support the familiar shack from >>5937286 Also fine to get Morr back, before the others.
Anonymous
>>5937395 You realize that could break our oath yeah? We aren't supposed to stay in the same place twice... now you want to go back to a shack we've been in before....
Chivalry.Enjoyer
>>5937675 You are correct. But the peasants know our oath, so I voted with the intention of being another hut in the same village. Technically, they would all be the same for little Lu.
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>>5937082 >>Shamen’s Hovel Lucian has only apeased one of his benefactors, he doesn't deserve the lake yet.
Anonymous
>>5937751 They do not know our oath... we never told them... we just asked to be placed in a different house every night.... You're making some massive assumptions anon.
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>>5937675 I thought we were going back to Varic.
You know, little bit of dream walking while we remember the home we lost.
Still, because I absolutely dont trust the QM to not fuck us over, ignore this post.
>>5937672 Anonymous
>>5938044 I mean it could be. But I sincerely doubt it. The qm played a gotcha on our "oaths" and it didn't even match what our oaths actually said. And he just did it anyways.
Soo I'd take everything literally. I first thought we were in a dream sequence after chasing the beast men. Hence I pushed to then go after the jabber thing. That was all real...
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>>5938049 It being real served us well though. Act as the ideal, even when not.
And yeah, now you mention it, I'm not sure it wasn't some fucky dream sequence as we clawed our way back to reality and the path we chose was juat where the gods dropped us off.
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>>5938044 >>5938049 >>5938068 It's real, because 'It was all a Dream' seems like a fucking cop-out if I ever seen one.
The weird beastmen was literally just because I imagined the scene being like what happens in 'The Forest', where the Tribals stand around staring at you.
Tbh, I kinda didn't realize the shack was 'Familiar Place' was going to be a trap, so I won't make it be. I see each oath as a test more or less, with each one being tested. At this point I think the only two oaths that matter now are the objective ones, as all the others have been tested. You fellows are paying attention to them more and I honestly appreciate the fact, oaths are not something you take lightly after all.
The only reason I would make it a dream is at this point Lucian is looking pretty close to Deadpool. Dunno if you fellows want him all scared up or not, I can see either way.
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>>5938091 Thanks for pointing it out so fast, I havn't wrote myself out of it yet. Though note the rules.
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oh yeah... Lucian is not handsome anymore what do we do about that
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Was he dead or alive? The Knight would have wondered such a fact except he knew what happened when one dies. They go onto the Garden of Morr for eternal rest. He would be amongst the untold masses within the domain of the Death God, each of them living amongst the red roses that scattered across the dark, grave dirt floor. He was not there, so he was not dead. It was hard, but Lucian forced his eyes open. The pain that came from it surged through his body, the light flooding into his eyes striking the most painful sting. Then, slowly, his eyes began to adjust to the light and he could see fully now. The sun was straight above his head held firmly at the middle of the sky. A prim perfect place for it to be held, the Knight was looking at something that he could barely believe was so perfectly placed there. “Rise.” A voice called out to Lucian much to the Knight’s surprise. Lucian rose quickly and tried to say something but he felt his lungs aching and several dry heaves came from his chest. It was a painful, but he was not dying. No, for the Knight was quick to trace his hand across his wounded chest to find that the holes the Jabberslythe had made into his chest were gone. Instead were a series of nasty scars and burns that were traced all across his body. Splotches of reddening flesh that was like his body was on fire. It went all across his exposed body, from his hands all the way to his feet. Nothing was spared from the acid blood of the Jabberslythe. “It is good to see your senses are firm.” Spoke the voice in a tone that was like a flute being played, “You have much more to do, so I understand.” Lucian turned quickly but where the voice was coming from was empty air. He knew for a fact that there was a person standing there next to him. Someone who was taking care of him as the sun rose over the new day to its highest spot. It was then that his eyes caught it, a crystal clear lake that was drawn across the horizon itself. With the sun risen upon it Lucian sword that it was almost golden as the light flooded into the waters. “A Fay?” Lucian asked himself as he looked around. There was no other explanation for the rescue that he was given, besides that they were rescuing him from Morr’s blessing.
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The glimmer that had settled upon Lucian began to fade as the sun dropped towards the afternoon. His eyes quickly found Bok, the Kroxigor, covered in all manners of scars but sleeping at the side of the lake. He was covered in a dozen cuts and bruises, many of them looking close to lethal. Not to mention how dirty he was covered in all the filth and blood of the monster that came upon him. He looked further upon his body and of all the things the Knight expected, it was not the symbol that was at the center of his chest above his heart. The Rune of Dregni, carved into his very flesh, told Lucian that what had happened to him was not a lie. What he felt was actually the Rune of Dregni for even though the Knight was without his armor the man was blessed by the Dwarfen God of the Slayers with a inkling of his power. Said power came from the rune that was now carved into his flesh. It was then that Lucian rose to his feet, and the Knight realized how much better he felt. The strength that he had been lacking for so long was returning, the power flooding his veins. He was not at his height but it was something where he could manage. Feeling the power of the rune, Lucian was certain that he could potential reach those heights in strength if pushed to it. As he noticed the neat pile of green cloths near him the Knight realized the truth of the matter. That in all truth he had likely killed his first in three monsters that terroized the island of Albion. Perhaps by accomplishing this the Knight had gained part of his strength back, and a blessing from one of his three benefactors. Sliding into the cloth, Lucian realized that he did not wish to dare stain the lake with anything. He would not wash himself within it nor would he drink from it. He would need to guide Bok away from it, though the beast likely already took a drink from it. What Lucian did know what that this lake, and whoever helped him, would both be things he remembered. >Try and find a fortress >Travel on the roads >Continue the search through the forests
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>>5938140 >Find a fortress. >>5938109 Who cares? We werent having children anyway
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>>5938109 keep going, and hopefully find a better scythe than this one. And some armor, even a rusted ancient armor is better than only clothing. We aren't looked on well anyway since we have green luminous eyes like we snorted a ton of warpstone. It also will not count for put some fear in our enemies or retards, being a dark armored demigod didn't matter in most situations and neither being essentially a holy warrior. We look more like an undead or chaos champion (funnily enough), than what anyone would think a chosen warrior of the old world pantheons would look.
>>5938068 Debatable, this situation is pretty damn bad and it has slow us to a snail pace. We where supposed to help the Old World since we know many dark forces are moving against it, not back on stage 0 in Albion where we should be at our best for deal with the horrors that dwell here, so that we could have become even better. While we are here walking : Brettonia, the Dwarfs, the Empire and so on are ravaged and burn.
>>5937395 frankly i feel like we have lost a bit of that feeling of being Morr chosen in the quest. Even entertaining to have those options of joining the vampire was really bad in my opinion, out of character and just bad idea overall.
>>5938140 >Try and find a fortress Might find some old armor, might find nothing beside old stone or another monster. At least is something
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>>5938140 >Try and find a fortress >>5937919 Please explain to me how these peasants who live on an island where they inhale superstitions and magic more than they breathe oxygen, wouldn't accept a small request like that for the hero who saved their lives?
>>5938372 Being very honest bro? I don't want to meet the gods any time soon. Nothing good happens when we get involved with them, with the exception of Morr, I think the worst choice we made in this quest was taking the oath too early.
They are too inflexible and Lucian is too weak to tolerate their autism, now the quest is not about how little Lu acts in relation to the world around him, but whether he will make the only right decision to not be killed by their ridiculous standards, which frankly is getting boring.
I just want to get through this phase as quickly as possible and see if we can explore the character in the future of the story, or if cheap traps are the only thing we have going forward.
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>>5938372 Read what I wrote, not what you think I wrote.
The dream sequence being real swrved us well, because we took it as a moral/spiritual trial and acted in that manner without consideration of physical matters, like self preservation or that we had a god damned stick.
THIS situation is fucked, but we have/had no way to prevent it. So gotta just soldier on.
Seconded with the vampire, especially since that was a trap option anyway. I get that as a player it might be tempting but to fucking Lucien? To forsake Morr? For the bitch who butchered his village?
Madness
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>>5938381 >I think the worst choice we made in this quest was taking the oath too early. Story wise or...¿? because the quest might be on thread 6 but that's damn long already! This fuck up was great, because it broke the pace of the story, it being Lucius blessed by many gods and awesome. Now he was AWESOME by himself alone, which is awesomer, or at least a different kind of awesome. Humanity fuck yea kinds of awesome.
Mistakes (players and otherwise) lead to character development. So far, Lucius was a special peasant devoted to Morr and by being good and following Morr he was elevated, becoming stronger because he was knighted by being good and saving the Count and also because he befriended a dwarf, by being good. He never needed to be a leader, cunning, convincing, a liar, a thief... so far there never were any temptations or shortcuts to take and the stuff at the ship was exactly that, which lead to one (1) unpleasant thing.
The gods did not forsake him, but they are being indeed acoustic. Tho we appeased one already, by putting our life on the line (but for reals this time, without demi-god powers) and giving the 110%...
To me, the Dregni rune feels like the first reward Lucian took for himself, rather than being given. He has accomplish a lot, but the other stuff have been more inercia so to speak. He had momentum.
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>>5938489 HFY has been cancer for years exactly because of what you describe. "Inertia" and "No drawbacks".
Honestly the "unpleasant" thing isn't that we lost, it's that we got "gotcha'd" in an utterly banal way and then had the text rub it in that "ohh, you did do a fuck up, and you realise that you did a fuck up, and oh these poor sailors are doing the right thing" well just fuck off with it. Assault a noble, assault a priest of Morr while investigating chaos, actively prevent us from stopping the chaos from happening, they don't deserve fucking shit from us as soon as that bottle flew. If the rest of them took up arms, then that was their own GODS BE DAMNED CHOICE WITH A PREDICTABLE OUTCOME.
Halfway through the voting [so about 2 days if I'm remembering right] that "You know this is gonna break your oath" is such a fucking-
I'm still not happy with it and likely never will be.
You are incorrect, it was never a "temptation" because we gained nothing from it and we were acting well within our station as we understood it.
So you STILL have nothing but Lucien being Good and Noble.
Also how dare you forget the times we have been clever or cunning or convining. Declaring a fued with Gilliot to avoid the murder duel, Convincing ghosts that we and our companions are allies to them rather than enemies, the time we had to butter up a nobleman to investigate where the cursed sword had gone. We're not retarded and we are capable of subtlety and social games, we're just meant to be Morr's scythe upon the earth Anonymous
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>>5938381 Link where we factually told them our oath.
What we actually said was we will stand vigil I will need a new place to sleep every night. We did not explain our oath to them. We had no reason too.
Machine QM
In the end Lucian decided that they should get moving and look for a fortress of somekind. It would be quite the place to take up at least a night’s worth of shelter within and possibly get himself some new armor. Getting the Kroxigor to move was not too much of a struggle. The large creature began to move at the call of its name and was already following him down the roads before the sun even reached evening. Near the lake, through what was a thankfully thin forest of trees, was the first road that Lucian had seen on this island. There the two of them began their walk in a direction Lucian hoped was deeper into the island of Albion and to a place where a fortress could be found. From what the villagers said there was indeed somekind of fortress that they were all fleeing towards. So that would be their goal, Luciand decided. Though it did not help that Lucian did not even know where the village was from where the two of them walked. All he saw, even as they were well into the day, was fog which had settled in the nearby plains like water at the bottom of a basin. Perhaps such a fog was the reason there were no citizens nearby, that it being nearby was a clear cover for things like Beastmen to come rolling out of. Indeed it was an odd sight, made even odder that the road they were walking upon was hugging the forest that bordered the valley which acted as a basin for the fog. An odd errie feeling Lucian kept coming back to. When they had reached the other side of this valley, whose length must have been that of a county, was when Lucian and Bok both saw it. Sticking in the ground where the road forked was a massive scupture. At least, that was the best way to describe it as calling it a pillar was something that the Knight did not think was the right way to describe such a creation. The full structure looked like a snake zigging and zagging in vertical and horizontal movements that were of perfect order. As they approached it the Knight saw it was indeed a sculpture of a snake, though the face did not look fanged but instead that of a lizard. Suspicions raised, the Knight walked up to the status to get the closest look. Across its scales and the base where the snake originated from were dozens of different images of creatures. Lucian recognized one of them quickly as the same headress that Tee-Nee-Tyny wears, so he reasoned quickly that this pillar was made by Lizardmen. There was no grand temple nearby though. No sign of a place they could go to divine the origin of the chaos which runs through the old world. Only a single pillar who seemed to stand vigil over the fog. When Lucian looked away from the statue was when the Knight saw Bok groveling at the base of it, the Kroxigor paying reverence to the Old Ones that are its gods. >The Abandoned >The Battlescorned >The Untouched
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>>5938825 So we’re done with the village and don’t need to help them any more?
> The Battlescorned Anonymous
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>>5938556 you convinced me
>Untouched voting for either a clean... thing? or the untouchable... diseased... yeah
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The two of them left the Idol of the Old Ones and continued their trek, making their way through another of the thin forests. Said forests seemed to reach towards the roads, their branches dangling like limbs that would take unsuspecting tresspassers to their inner woods where a light fog continued to linger outside the damning sunlight. Lucian and Bok went through several woods like this and a few plains, each of them lacking people or becoming somewhat suspect. It was only after several hours of walking did the Knight and his large companion come across something that could be described as a piece of civilization. It was a small hovel, burnt to the ground. The scraps from the burnt wood moved around to form crude effigies of damnation. Many of them were eight pointed, others seemed to look like humans with deforming features accented by the sharp wood. Perhaps the forms of the Chaos Gods, Lucian reasoned. They did not linger on it for Lucian suspected that the further they traveled the worse it got. And indeed that was the truth. Within half of hour of walking they came across the burnt remains of villages. The effigies were everywhere, but many of them now sported the desecrated remains of those that had been caught by the advancing hordes. Tribal sacrifices to the dark gods, and clearly they were made by hands that were not beastmen. Beastmen did not commit themselves to something so articulate. Lucian remembered back to the lore of the King of this land. Perhaps there was still Norscans running about the lands, those who were already here when Mann had sent his monster to blockade the entire island. Or the Dark Ones had created a way around it. It did not take long after walking through these ruins of those lost to damnation that the Knight noticed the fortress at the top of a hill that overlooked all the devastation. There he could see smoke and the hint of light as the sun began to set behind them. There were people there, civilized people. For the moment Lucian will need to restrain himself from taking care of the dead, for something told him the living were close to dead.
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The hill was not too hard to climb, but that was only because it was just Lucian and Bok. From one side of the Fortress was a steep incline that would be impossible for someone to climb up. The other, a river cutting through the place to make assault from that direction impossible. This left two joined sides exposed to potential assault, which Lucian reasoned was much less than the attackers would have wanted. Looking at the walls of the fortress Lucian noticed the numerous scorch marks from what must have been from balls of fire. Embedded into the stone was numerous sticks, javelins made from simple wood, somehow piercing the wooden furnishing that protected the people inside. Lucian wondered just what kind of force could have imbedded those sticks of wood so deeply into stone. “Halt!” Declared someone from the ramparts above Lucian’s head, “By the love of Ulric’s beards you stay where you are!” Lucian halted, Bok following what Lucian did. “Who are you!? What is your business in Warlick!” Declared the man as he showed his weapon, “And why do you have one of the Lizardmen with you?” Lucian noticed that the man recognized Bok, but spoke, “I am Lucian of Bretonnia! I have come to these lands to search for the temples of the Lizardmen, but the great monster at the sea destroyed our vessel. We seek shelter for the night.” Lucian noticed upon hearing his words the man disappeared. Whatever happened was away from his eyes, but when the man appeared again the words were spoken, “If we allow you entrance, do you swear to defend this hold when they return? Your beast will be of great assist, and if I heard you were the one who slayed the Jabberslythe!” >Swear to their defence >As long as you give me armor >No, we cannot get into another battle
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>>5940847 >As long as you give me armor >feed and house us. >We would be honored to protect you. Anonymous
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>>5940847 >As long as you give me armor But frame it less of a demand for payment and simply that we’re under equipped and still recovering somewhat from killing the Jabberslythe.
With any luck we might get a lead on our companions, or at least kill another great beast and progress our quest.
(also if we stay more than a single night we’ll sleep in different beds etc etc)
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>>5940847 >>No, we cannot get into another battle we might get stuck inside the fortress, and we will fail the lady's quest
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>>5940961 We can sleep in different places. Won't necessarily get stuck.
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>>5940847 >As Long as we can get armour >And a different place to sleep each night. Anonymous
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>>5941137 Oh and to prevent bullshit "um aktuchly"
>Make it utterly clear that we will aid them when they return the first time, and that will be our oath satisfied. Machine QM
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“I shall take you up on that offer oh Gateskeeper.” Declared Lucian as he slammed his fist into his chest, “But I will only do so if my terms are met. First and foremost I need arms and armor, for my scarred skin is exposed and my hands lack a scythe to cut down the monsters of Chaos.” “Both of those I can arrange.” Declared the man with far more purpose and certainty than a Gateskeeper could have, “But what is the other terms you have?” “It is my last one.” Lucian declared as he stepped forward, “You are to give me a new place to sleep everynight whose roof was different from the one before. I am under oath to the Lady of the Lake that I am to do this. If we are sieged, then I expect that to be my maintenance.” “Another place every night?” The man sounded as if he was laughing at the idea as he spoke aloud, “And what happens when I run out of roofs for you to sleep under? From my count there are only five roofs for you, if you don’t mind sleeping with the horses or smiths.” “Then perhaps by then my debt will be paid and Chaos decided to try ending this fortress. I have seen the scattered dead who go unmourned and the effigies that hold them towards the sky,” Lucian pointed out as he pointed towards the villages behind him then to the sky, “Morrslieb is waxing, it will be soon.” The man looked up to the direction that Lucian pointed. High in the sky was the moon, its grin unseen by those who bore witness to it. Yet he was correct that the moon was growing, inching towards the fullness that declared the damnation of civilizations. “Raise the gates!” Declared the Gatekeeper, “This Knight shall be in my service.” Lucian felt a small grin upon his face as he walked forward to those words. It would seem he was not talking to a mere soldier, but the Baron of this Castle.
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Now that he was close to the man Lucian could see him for all he was. His hair was a stark red that was like fire. He sported a rough beard, one that was obviously trimmed haphazardly thanks to the conditions they found themselves in. His armor was leather with plates of metal decorating it, Lucian noticed chainmail underneath. What was pronounced was the man’s arms, which were unguarded against any blade or attack. Just like the villagers before him there was a long winding line that ran across his arms into what were circles on his bicep. Some of them also appeared to go down his shoulder and likely became an intricate web of details across his body. It was something that Lucian could not get a good feel for but said nothing of it. What caught his eyes the most was the simple, yet pronounced two handed axe that was strapped to the man’s back. A brutal weapon that would likely shatter men into two, the Knight did not like his chance against such a weapon without armor. If he was in armor then it would take two blows as the man would rip the metal apart. The armor was already at the side of the man along with the scythe that was promised. The armor was in the same style as the man’s, but instead it was in several pieces. The scythe though was of a far better quality than the previous one he wielded, looking as if it would not so easily bend and shatter like it had. When he stood before Lucian he finally realized just how much of a giant the man was. Two heads taller he was to the Knight, meaning that the weapon on his back was far closer to an Orks than anything Lucian has seen wielded. “Here is what you demanded of me, now I demand that you get your things on and report to the walls when the sun fully sets. When Chaos comes to launch their assault I will need all the hands I can get.” “I will endeavor to do so.” Lucian answered the man, “I shall meet you there.” Lucian was shined a wicked grin before the man left him. It seems Lucian convinced him an attack would come tonight. Looking towards the roofs of the inside, where Lucian saw a Raven eating a rat on a nearby roof, he knew that they would come. >On the front ramparts! >Join the repulsion force >Secure the gate
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>>5942718 >>Join the repulsion force We are mobile aren't we? I miss the horse
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>>5942718 >Join the repulsion force >Bring Bok >Ragdoll the enemy. Anonymous
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>>5942802 They saw Bok when we were outside the gates and the leader didn’t say anything further so I don’t think they have any issue with him. That kind of familiarity might mean he knows where we should go next. I assume wherever we fight Boo will be with us.
>Join the repulsion force If there is a champion we’ll likely go straight for the jugular
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>>5942718 >Join the repulsion force. Anonymous
I bet the qm forgot about bok
Machine QM
>>5943201 Yup, had a tourney that went two days.
Anonymous
>>5943239 big knights again? Nice. Did you paint more
Machine QM
>>5943469 I did not paint more yet, but I got to run my friend's Prophyrion. Funny enough I just got mine here today so I got next month's project.
Machine QM
The arrangement was quick and to the point for everyone involved. It was in a matter of an hour that Lucian had found himself covered in the armor of the Albion people wielding a scythe of average make. Bok was of a lesser situation, simply hanging around Lucian as the people walked around in a frenzy of preparation. Lucian expected them to have problems with him, on account that he knew for sure that the green eyes of Morrslieb were his once again. Yet they did not bother much with that, perhaps because Lucian had proven himself a warrior against evil in their eyes or that they could not care at the moment. They cared just that little bit more about Bok, the giant Kroxigor who didn’t leave Lucian’s side during the entirety of their preparation phase. The Baron of the fortress did not seem bothered by his presence. The people were similar, but treaded softly around him like an exceptionally dangerous horse that could lash out against them at any moment. No orders came on separating the two of them, likely because their fear of the Kroxigor was simply that great. Lucian found himself positioned not too far from the walls, but in a small building that was filled with all manners of weapons and armor. He could count a few dozen men squeezed in there, meaning that when Lucian and Bok both entered that the place had become even more cramped for everyone involved. The two of them settled with Bok taking up a corner with Lucian sitting on a bucket next to him. Lucian probably could have sat on the body of Bok, but he did not feel like he should. He was not one to test such a massive creature when the space was so cramp. “Thats a monster of a beast.” One of the men said as Lucian settled in to their new space, “Never thought I’d see one of the Lizardmen so close like this. Damn, glad its on our side.” “I agree. It took a little work but Bok will even listen to some commands if I give them.” Lucian said as he patted the creature. “So if you got the monster, that makes you Lucian the Slayer.” The man said as he gave a toothy smile, “It’s a good omen for a killer like you to be here today.” >Indeed, its a good thing >Many wouldn’t agree >To each their own
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>>5943584 >Indeed, its a good thing Just take the compliment and be glad they’ve been accepting of us.
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>>5943584 >To each their own >"A more comfortable title than others." Anonymous
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>>5943584 >good thing. Slayer... Machine QM
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“Indeed there is good in that.” Lucian said as he gave the man a scarred smile, “I am always there when the enemies of man are to strike against us. So we will survive, for I will make it so.” “Then I hope you’re right, Bretonii.” The man said with a chuckle, “For all our sakes I hope you’re right.” The man was about to leave but with someone’s attention the Knight decided that he should ask his questions, “If you have a moment I wanted to ask you a question. Bok, this Kroxigor who is my fellow, doesn’t seem to be a terror to your people. Why?” The man turned back towards Lucian with a little confusion written on his face. Then he gave a small nod, “His kind are not so far away from here and we see them occasionally. We know that they have a place to the north of here, near what is the greatest mountain in the region. They tend not to fight unless someone goes towards them, so it is always best that we keep our distance.” “So they are of this land?” Lucian questioned, “Near the mountain?” “Yes, near the mountain.” The man said as he glanced at the Kroxigor, “There is something I’ve been wondering if you don’t mind me asking, but where is his little one? I’ve rarely ever seen these monsters without their little companions.” “We… are looking for him.” Lucian admitted as he shined a hesitant smile, “I know he must live for this one lives. Its only a matter of times for us to find him and my other companions.” Before the man could say something there was a loud blowing of a horn that carried itself through what was a normal night’s silence. Suddenly the entire room began moving as men got their arms and weapons together. Lucian himself was quick to grab his scythe while Bok rose from his slumber in a fully aware and prepared state. Once the messenger came to give them their report and orders, they were soon charging towards the scene where the greatest amount of carnage was coming from.
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“Shields! Shields!” Screamed the Baron from the ramparts above as javelins came raining down from the sky above. Their origin was the numerous lines of Norsemen who had lined themselves up at the base of the hill. It was thanks to the height that the blows were manageable, the rods of wood coming at the defenders far weaker than they had left the hands of the attackers. “Ready weapons!” Called out the Baron as numerous archers who were hiding underneath the shieldbearers laid bare their weapons to the sky. The battlefield was a soft greenish white as both moons hand in the sky at a half crest. It was just enough for the men of the battlefield to see each other, and Norscans did not really care for who they drew blood from. “Fire!” Yelled the Baron and a rain of arrows were sent across the battlefield onto the advancing horde of maraders below. Their ranks were cut down effectively as the projectiles each dug into their lightly armored flesh. Where the Albion folk wore leather and some metal, there was barely anything upon the bare chests of the worshippers of Chaos. After all, it did not matter what happened, all that did matter was that the blood flowed for The Hound. For Lucian, who was upon the ground, was at the gates as the monsters behind them rattled against it. He had not seen them but it was said that wolf-men of some kind were currently slamming their claws into the gates trying to break them apart. To tear them apart so that the main force could easily breach them. They were all prepared for battle, the Baron getting everyone here so that when the gates did give that they might repel what was to come through them. Many were praying, some where hoping, and others were simply thirsting for the potential battle that was to come. Lucian could tell that Bok was of the later. The creature’s eyes focused wide as if keeping back the desire to simply throw himself at the gate and tear it apart. It knew what it needed to do, but those primal instincts were itching at it. He could feel it himself, the rune now etched into his skin sparking a feeling of anger and wroth. It was ready to fight, but without seeing the enemy yet it would simply simmer>Give a prayer >Focus on containing the Rune >Keep the Kroxigor calm
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>>5944222 >Give a prayer Pray for a worthy foe and for strength in our arms to enact Morr's will.
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>>5944222 pic related.
This vote is a chance to appease another benefactor and I think it's the Lady's turn.
We are a knight in a siege, defending the fortress against the worshippers of chaos. In such, we have to be prepared to hold the gates or to ride out
sad to meet the enemy if the Baron calls for it. We can leave prayers for when we need guidance or to still our heart and right now we know damn well what's going on and we don't need any breaks, on the contrary...
So, what is best to put us into the Knight track? Controlling the rune or Bok? I trust Lucian
>Keep the Kroxigor Calm. Anonymous
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>>5944222 >Give a prayer Let's bless our fellow soldiers, bok and ourselves. We're all servants of morr at this moment.
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>>5944222 >>Give a prayer pray to the gods now
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On the eve of battle, when evil lines themselves against the gates, Lucian decided that it was in his best to kneel and pray. With his scythe standing upright as a crutch for his whole body the Knight leaned forward towards the evil that was coming. Then he spoke under his breath, “Gods above, I, Lucian, pray upon each of you that we will be triumphant here today. I first sing to the Lady, the protector and patron of Bretonnia. May her protection cause all arrows that fly towards me disappear into the sky. That she may pay witness to my coming deeds today to becoming a Grail Knight.” Lucian could hear the wooden gates that were holding the enemy back begin to shutter and fracture. The weight of the darkness behind them pressing against their fiber walls. “I pray to Grimnir, he who witnessed my battles and found that I was not wanted. By carrying his rune upon my skin I am a chosen who will bring ruin against those who go against order.” Lucian said as the men around him began to grow restless. The Baron was now shouting as loud as he could to order his archers to constantly fire. Their attacks were raining upon the monsters on the other side of the wall but the facts were already apparent. Those who are Slaved to Darkness shall shatter these gates, and soon. “Finally.” Lucian kept his eyes closed even as the sound of wood splitting reached him, “I pray to you, Morr, my Patron who has carried me through all of my life’s trials. I would have been dead a thousand times over if you had decided that it was my time, yet you staved your scythe because you wished for me to wield it in your stead. I ask you, my Patron, as your Champion, that you allow me to swing it for one more night.” The final syllable of Lucian’s words were the calling for the gates to shatter. Bursting through them were a half dozen giant monsters who looked to be a mixture of wolf and man. Their claws were razor sharp and eyes red, yet the armor upon them showed that these were not mere beasts but men who had been turned into beasts. A blessing of their Dark Gods. >CHARGE! >Stay in formation, move forward >Take the front, take the blows, be the vanguard
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>>5945141 >Stay in formation, move forward. Use the gate as a bottleneck. Try to fight with bok and support him. Anonymous
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>>5945162 >Support. Our armour isnt heavy enough to be vanguard again.
Then again, our scythe isnt well suited to formations.
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>>5945141 > Take the front, take the blows, be the vanguard We prayed, now we act
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>>5945667 Crashing this thread with no survivors
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Rolled 55 (1d100) >>5945794 Shit case sensitive options field
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Just found this and binged the archive. Good shit Machine, excited to be here.
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“They come, they come!” Shouted one of the men as the monsters broke through the gates and started to spill through. In the moonlight Lucian could see them modestly well. Their underbellies, which were covered in white fur, were stark and colorful when it came to seeing them within the darkness. What made it hard was their dark upper coat, a gray mesh that might as well have been as black and night when looking at it from the darkness like this. “BRACE!” One of the men yelled from the lines and the rest of the men followed the instructions. Just like the times Lucian had fought in the peasant mobs of the Bretonnians these men had arrayed themselves into a sort of block formation that placed several of them at the front. Those poor men were the first to feel the impact as one of the beasts threw themselves into the crowd of men. Many of them were wielding shields, the wood taking the impact as they were taken off their feet through the sheer force of the leap. For the werewolf’s trouble several of the spearmen who were in the back behind the shield bearers. Their weapons were cushioned for the charge and placed the full weight of the monster upon them. The iron tipped spear dug deeply and greedily as the full weight of the monster drove it through. Several of the weapons were instantly shattered as men either tried to hold their weapons or the monster who was upon them attempted to shake off the sticks in mid flight. Lucian watched as three men infront of him were instantly killed. The sight of the massacre welling strength within his heart and fire from the rune that was settled upon his breast. From behind him Bok was already throwing itself upon the creature, large powerful hands taking it off its feet and sending it prone upon the ground while trying to get a grip upon the neck with his long snout. He did not need to for Lucian was already upon it, his scythe digging into the exposed neck with a flash of might. Blood scattered across the ground as Bok ripped the wolf skull off the human body and tossed it. The men around him, stunned by sheer brutality, did not wait long as another of the creatures were coming their way. “Regroup, regroup!” Yelled one of the men as two more of the monsters were upon them.
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“Damn them, damn them!” Shouted a man as he was leaped upon and had his ribs crushed under the weight of the giant wolves. Lucian had already advanced himself towards them and was swinging his blade. The creature, distracted by the numerous sticks within his flesh, could not fully dodge the swing of the scythe towards its arms. The blade dug deep and quick bringing out the crimson red blood that scattered across the corpses of those it had killed. The creature quickly leaped like a cat, getting onto its feet while holding its arm. Quickly it began flailing about as the men stabbed their weapons into it. It wanted to fight Lucian but with the ranks of men surrounding it the monster were perfect in distracting it. It did not mean that no men died from the monster as they tried to hold it down. But as they were defending their home they were ready to die against the bladed hands of the monster. Lucian charged it, his scythe in hands, the blade going through the air in an arch that the Knight would not have pride in. Yet even without the beauty of a strike the sheer strength that was within his limbs allowed the weapon to crush through the skull and be carried through most of the ribs. It was dead. The Knight looked over, seeing the other one being held for just long enough that Bok was able to finally get a grip of its head with those mighty jaws. He thought the Kroxigor would have just chewed through it, but the monster instead twisted with such might that Lucian heard the neck of the wolf snap. As those were killed more came, the gap that was the gate still unfilled. >Try to hold the gap >Charge through the gap >Work with the other regiments to contain.
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>>5946109 >Try to hold the gap >Advance formation! Spears out! Shields up. Bok and us lead the men. Can we get them into more of a phalanx.
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>>5946109 >Charge through the gap Offence is best defense (and will give others a chance to regroup or follow our lead or whatever)
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>>5946109 >>Work with the other regiments to contain. The scythe is a polearm and such has a good range, perfect to strike from the sides when the shield bearers are doing their best. And Bok will attack any monster that goes through or squeezes at the sides.
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They could not be allowed to come through. Quickly raising the scythe above his head the Knight called out to the men around him, “One me! We march forward!” Those around him did not hesitate. Where the Peasants of Bretonnia would have coward at being called out these men were quick to start moving with him in formation. They began passing those norscans who were already through the gates and striking at their fellow brothers. Those men were to become meals for Bok, the Kroxigor advancing behind the regiment as they tried to fight their way to the gap. The enemy had enough time. A mass of Norscans, roughly that of a regiment, were forming at the gates in a less coherent but still formidable fashion. Contact was made quickly as shields and wooden spears from both sides began impaling the other with as much strength and gusto that the men were able to manage amongst themselves. Lucian himself was cutting now at the front. The forces of Albion footmen rotate ranks so that they can rest. Lucian however did not need it, for the fire that was building for these last few minutes of battle had flowed through his body enough that the mortal worries of tiredness was no longer a factor. Yes, just barely, he was reaching the same divine state that was blessed upon him before. Though now the anger that was always welling through him thanks to the Rune of Dregni was but a part of him as much as his hands and legs were. They were both one and Lucian felt as much influence from the rune as he wanted. A swipe of his weapon cut down three men, their bodies severed at the necks from an uppercut against their necks. Another step was enough for him to reach four of them, causing two to have their stomachs opened while the others were severed at the torso where Lucian could wiggle his blade through their spines. “Follow him, follow the Bretonni!” Shouted one of the men as Lucian marched forward. A sudden surge of men came to his side and with a push sheet weight gave Lucian enough room to be safe. His scythe cutting swaths through the men, his flesh marred with their blood and weapons, Lucian saw the fear within their eyes as his glowing eyes locked to theirs. The men knew in that moment that their lives were lost, and the Knight made sure to confirm it.
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These men were fighting and laughing only when they were not faced with Lucian. The Harbinger of Ruin was to them what his title was meant to be, a declaration of ruin to those that were against the dark gods. The Norscans knew this, and cried out in terror as Lucian advanced upon them. Six more killed in a pair of strikes that Lucian made against the marauders. Their bodies scattered about like ruined dolls as his scythe cleaved their flesh apart. A quick advancement of his step was enough to place fear in a group of them, the Norscans rushing towards the gates in terror of Lucian’s assault. Lucian saw as they were cut down by one of the wolfman, the giant of a monster giving a growl as he saw Lucian’s men marching towards the gate. It did not bother waiting, charging towards them with a brutal leap towards Lucian in hopes that the pounce would be enough to ruin Lucian. Perhaps it would have been, Lucian reckoned, but the spearmen that were at his side moved their shields infront of him and took the incoming blow. Two of them slammed into the ground, having their brains splattered across the dirt while the other two were spaired Morr’s embrace by having their arms shattered. It was their sacrifice that gave Lucian the chance to march forward and bring his scythe towards the monster. It landed, digging into its throat, but the sheer toughness of the skin kept Lucian from yanking the scythe out and severing the juggular completely. How such a thing was still moving while baring its teeth towards Lucian was something that the Knight could not understand. So Lucian punched it in the face with the anger and wrath of a Dwarfen God. That was enough of a blow to rip the his scythe out of the creature’s neck and end its life so that its soul would travel to the damned god that it worshipped to gain such a mighty mutation. It was upon its death that the Slaves of Chaos howled into the air, their screams clearly a sign. When Lucian stood at the gates and witnessed their retreat, he knew that the end had not yet come. Wolfman running back into the woods, their numbers clearly greater than what they had attacked with. And amongst their retreating forces, Lucian saw witness to the largest creature that he had ever seen in his lifetime. As tall as a castle, the giant simply walked its way into the forests to be obscured by the tall canopies. Why they had not committed themselves fully to the assault Lucian did not know. Was it to drain them of their men, weak then through the treatment of injured, or some sick play made by their dark gods where they played with their food. Lucian knew though they would be back tomorrow, and that the Norscans will make sure this castle fell on the night when Morrslieb was at its fullest. >Prepare for the next assault >Argue that they should sally forth! >Assassination time
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>>5947333 Last post for this thread, next one will be based on whatever the decision is here.
Stay here for the siege, sally forth, or go at it alone
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There is no head to be severed among chaos, so assasination makes little sense, unless we can decimate their forces, which won't happen... Lucian managed to fight without injury nor damage to his gear and he is comfortable with the new setup, also transmitting fear against the norsmen. I am hoping chaos' slaves will send strong foes against Lucian, that allowing the rest of the defenders to fight against mundane enemies, but it is true; this fortress is lost because even if we murder all the wolfmen, giants, champions and rabble, the walls and gates will crumble, its defenders maimed and its leader weakened. Yes, this fortress is screwed, but there must ba a way to not lose, even if we can't win >Prepare
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>>5947333 >Call Bok >Time to be the predator in the woods. >Let's go kill them as they run. >Follow the giants foot steps. Anonymous
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>>5947333 >Assassination time I don’t think we want to let them get the advantage of a full moon.
Quite often taking out the biggest baddy will cause the others to fall back until a new leader takes over.
We did swear to defend the fortress so best to get permission from the nobleman before we leave (don’t want him to think we’re not fulfilling our part of the deal after he gave us arms and armor)