rolled 70 = 70

Rail Latot

rolled 45 = 45

Raven Alexander Virgil

rolled 30 = 30

Fharm Ehr

rolled 68 = 68

You go by Doc, but your real name is Bonnie.

However, nobody knows this. Everyone thinks your real name is Jethro

rolled 71 = 71

John's son Bill

rolled 30 = 30

Flavian McTavish

>You live in a generic fantasy world.
Oh God, we'll have to hire bunch of snot-nosed adventurers to kill goblins which steal our turnips soon, right?

current leader is Bill, john's son. Or to put in a more modern phrasing. Bill Johnson

Do you accept?
Y/N

rolled 63 = 63

I'm game.

Juan Mann. Because that's all it takes to run the best goddamn whiskey still this country has ever seen.

rolled 54 = 54

Old Man Henderson is the only name people know you by.

rolled 2 = 2

Speeds Pingle

rolled 64 = 64

>>16817359
Y, unless this roll > 71, in which case >>16817339

rolled 86 = 86

>>16817348
tehe
Bill Johnson

rolled 70 = 70

Johann Morgan.

We have a beard. Vikings have beards. We also have alcohol. Vikings will want our alcohol, but will be dissuaded from taking it from us because we also appear to be just another Viking.

rolled 4 = 4

Gerroff M'Carrots

im cool with it

rolled 8 = 8

Baldric Turnip-Coveter

Your name is Bill Johnson(Son of john.)

You are a farmer, What is your major crop? It is spring the first planting of year needs to be done. You stand at the edge of your one field, in front of your shanty made of a few boards, a thatch roof, and a poorly put together chimney. You have a wooden hoe, and spade and wear little more than a long tunic.

for crops you have:
Wheat
Turnips
Clubfoot plant(potatoes)
Edible Nightshade(tomatoes)

rolled 53 = 53

>>16817365
>>16817387
>>16817399
I've made 3 rolls so far, all definitely with a d100 - none above 10. FML.

Going for Speeds Pingle again.

Wheat

rolled 23 = 23

>>16817402
Turnips.
Turnips are awesome.

rolled 59 = 59

>>16817414

>>16817402
turnips and potatoes first
then wheat and tomatoes at second panting

>>16817402
re-annual grapes

rolled 18 = 18

>>16817426
oops forgot roll

rolled 70 = 70

>>16817427
re-annual grapes come next year, after we harvest them.

Rolling for turnips.

rolled 54 = 54

>>16817426
go actual farming methods not incl crop rotation
also assuming only one field?

rolled 72 = 72

>>16817426
go actual farming methods not incl crop rotation
also assuming only one field?

>Currently working on a not so pretty layout of things.

As you ponder the nature of what crop shall be best for the field this year. You notice the sound of hoofbeats in the distance. You do not have a horse, nor do many people in the nearby village.

>>16817448
>>16817454
oops double post idk how it happened

rolled 33 = 33

>>16817459
Grab a weapon and lean nonchalantly on it while chewing straw.

rolled 58 = 58

>>16817459
rolling to remember if i paid taxes and who my lord is.

>Picture of farm Each rectangle can hold one crop. It takes one full day's worth of labor to sow the seeds/prepare the ground for said crop.

rolled 13 = 13

>>16817492
ok
Green/Yellow Wheat
Red Turnips
Brown Potatoes
Blue Tomatoes

You ponder if you have for a minute or two...

You're fairly certain you did. Though you'd be arsed who your lord actually is. As for the guy who collects taxes it would be Sir Wilhelm Massel, a local knight who seems to be on fairly good terms with the village.

The sound of hoofbeats draws nearer.

rolled 91 = 91

>>16817510
Second

>>16817514
How far away from the nearest cover are we. After all, this is probably damn orcs destroying our crops.

>>16817526
not far, you are currently standing right outside the door to your home. As little of as there is.

rolled 57 = 57

ingore the horses and start collecting firewood!

>current crop layout.

rolled 36 = 36

>>16817550
sweet. next we need some wind breakers around the plots, fertilizer for the crops and or maybe a fishing rod to go fishing with

With a shrug, you ignore the hoofbeats and waltz over to a nearby hedge row and begin to pull branches that have fallen from trees down. As you have no ace you are forced to collect deadwood till you can save up some money to buy one.

You manage to get a few branches out of the mess that is the border between you and whatever lays beyond as the sound of a horn blares through the air announcing the rider.

"you there! Your duty to your lord has been found lacking!" A man yells as he rides up to your house, trampling through a section of your freshly turned field, compacting the soil.

"You are required to produce fourteen bushels of of wheat before the end of the year, Should you fail to do so. His lordship Istavan the second shall take back your land."

Are there scarecrows large enough to keep away pesky dragons?
Scaredragons as it were?
If not, a few regular scarecrows may still be useful.

rolled 65 = 65

>>16817589
TILL OUR FIELDS WITH HIS BONES!
FLAVOUR OUR MEAD WITH HIS BLOOD!

>A man yells as he rides up to your house, trampling through a section of your freshly turned field, compacting the soil.
>trampling through a section of your freshly turned field, compacting the soil.

That motherfucker...

rolled 64 = 64

ok. maybe we should focus on producing wheat then. BUT as a second thought, maybe check to see our other produce is worth more. maybe 4 plots of wheat and one of potatoes. if the irish could survive on potatoes, so can we

>>16817618
What you did there, I see it.

rolled 36 = 36

You respond, "You do me the great honor of reminding me of my duty, and to fertilizing my field with your magnificent words."

>>16817650
nice. subtle. he probably will take that as a compliment.

rolled 26 = 26

>>16817589
kind sir you have just trampled the wheat field to tell me too grow wheat, i will comply with the orders of my lord
Praise GOD!

>>16817608
As the highest...well here goes.

With a sigh you set down your armful of branches and walk back towards your house. Sitting atop a horse is a young man, perhaps twenty though looking at him closer you'd say fifteen.

Without a word you enter into your house and grab your trusty hoe. Made with your own hands its simple, and has done in its fair share of goblins and other ilk that has tried to steal your crops.

Stepping back outside you glower at the young man and without so much as a word, swing the hoe upwards with all your might, years of tilling making the blow powerful enough to knock the poor fool off his horse. he lands with a heavy thud, his breastplate dented from the impact, your hoe cracked.

>forgot mah pic.

rolled 54 = 54

>>16817699
Well.... finish him off and use the body to to fertilize the crops

rolled 87 = 87

>>16817699
Epic GM is epic.

rolled 51 = 51

>>16817699
god dam it man. visions of eating potates for nourishment have faded.
well weve gone this far, if ive learnt anything from tg.
aim for the dick

rolled 69 = 69

>>16817699

Rape him until he screams.

Then rape him harder.

rolled 94 = 94

>>16817699
>>16817730
Also WAAARRRRGGGGGGHHHH!!!

Without so much as a word you walk over to the man and draw his own sword. You note that it'd make a damn fine axe.

The young man stares at you, terror in his eyes and a gurgling coming from what might be a broken rib.

Dropping the hoe you take the blade him by the scruff of his hair, haul him to standing and, like so many other animals that you've done in the past you quickly slit his throat, blood spraying across the soil.

You have acquired:
>One short sword
>One dented breastplate.
>A horse
>Some clothes
>Fourteen gold coins
>A dead body.

rolled 13 = 13

>>16817699
AIM FOR THE GROIN, its effective against armour targets, causes lots of pain and alot of bleed damage

rolled 86 = 86

>>16817770

Go through the kid's belongings and find out who his family is. Then piss on the corpse, shit in its mouth, and send it back to them dragging from behind the horse.

nobody fucks with our crops

rolled 77 = 77

>>16817770
use the corpse as fertilizer
check the horse for markings, if theirs none build a stable. a draft horse will make farming easier.
hide armour in roof
use sword to chop firewood.
wear clothes and or use as rags

rolled 10 = 10

>>16817770
Is the horse branded? if not, we should brand it ourselves for the sake of plausible denyability.

Furthermore, we need to bury this guy and all his things.

Coins should be fine to keep though.

rolled 87 = 87

>>16817770
seconding >>16817795

rolled 98 = 98

>>16817770
fertalize the feild with the dead body
make axe out of sword
convert breastplate into plow
rig horse for plow
save gold for now
hide clothes in house

You inspect the horse for a few minutes, noticing that the brand is not that of the local knight. In fact its no marking that you know. In his clothes you find what appears to be a sealed letter addressed to someone by the name of Bulger...

rolled 49 = 49

>>16817770
Swords to plowshares motherfucker.

>>6817589
>"You are required to produce fourteen bushels of of wheat before the end of the year, Should you fail to do so. His lordship Istavan the second shall take back your land."

So we have an allocation of land whose production is ours, and we're taxed in goods rather than in forced labor? Way to ruin the good thing we had going, jackasses.

rolled 88 = 88

>>16817813
Tie up the horse. Brand it. Hide the body and belongings, and read the letter.

In that order.

rolled 12 = 12

>>16817813
hmm unknown brand makes horse difficicult. maybe rebrand?
open letter

rolled 87 = 87

>>16817813
re brand horse to hide original brand

>>16817807
you undress the corpse, dragging it out to the field, with the broken hoe(should probably get a new one) you manage to dig a grave where you hide the body. it shall now feed your tomatoes.

The horse seems to be a fine animal though not a work horse, rather a riding animal that is more used to traveling great distances than plowing. not bad for a messenger but little use for a raft animal.

You hide the clothes inside your shack, putting them under the straw you call a bed. the breastplate is gonna take some work to remake into a good plow, but the sword should do as is, though it will need to get sharpened a lot cause of the wood work.

rolled 10 = 10

>>16817847
read letter

farmer fa/tg/uy is quickly becoming my favorite namefag on /tg/.

rolled 63 = 63

inspect gold is it from our nation

A little quick thinking on your end of things, you take the sword and place it in the fire getting it good and hot as you tie off the horse.

When the blade is glowing red, you quickly and carefully slap it over the current brand, burning it away and making it next to impossible to tell who's horse it really is.

As you break the seal on the letter you get the faintest whiff of something strange, and pungently good. Inside is a small clipping of a plant.

Dearest Bulger:
contained herein is a sample of something the Elves of Qualni have brought from the south. They say it makes even the most foul of meat taste as if prepared by a master chef. I wish for you grow as much as you can. In the meantime I also need more wheat to fuel the coming press into Baresti territory, As such, my man has spent the past few weeks spreading word of our need.

-hugs and kisses
Istavaan

rolled 39 = 39

>>16817813

rolled 17 = 17

>>16817847
hide the gold,then spend small amounts buying shit for the farm, axes, nails atc needed for expansion. (should peasents even carry this much gold?)
open the letter.
comtemplate turning one or two more fields to wheat

rolled 17 = 17

>>16817886
Fuck the other crops, we're growing this shit.

>>16817880
you...think so? it seems to be from several including Baresti and of the Tineshii a tribe of strange folk from the south. It would seem whoever paid the rider is well off and well traveled.

rolled 66 = 66

>>16817886
I meant

>>16817886

Ohohoho!

Forget feeding the tomatoes. That corpse is going to make us some delicious herbal goodness.

rolled 75 = 75

>>16817886
PLANT THE PLANT

Looking at the little plant it seems to have a few small seeds on it. Though its unlike the hardy varieties that you know of. Delicate leaves and stem suggest that it is not grown normally in a field and rather potted and then carefully tended.

rolled 22 = 22

>>16817886
plant strange plant in small portion of tomato field
...
Can i smith/do i have to pay someone else to prepare plow/can i trade horse for work horse?

rolled 30 = 30

>>16817921
We're growing cannabis.
Plant it inside somewhere.

rolled 47 = 47

>>16817922
this

rolled 72 = 72

>>16817921
POT THE PLANT!

Gingerly you plant the few seed you have over the body of the courier. hoping that perhaps his body will help them grow.

you throw on a pair of pants, and hop on the horse, though its been many a year since you've rode one you still know the basics. you've also wrapped the breastplate and sword in some rags and stuffed a few coins into a pocket. With a piece of wheat straw in your mouth you click the reins and begin the short journey into town. Looking for an axe a plow and possibly a good horse.

>>16817954
>you throw on a pair of pants
We were doing this pantsless?

>>16817886
Propagating a plant from a clipping is going to be hard without modern equipment and techniques... It's not like you find materials to make an ideal rooting soil, or small plastic bags to keep it happy in a little tiny greenhouse. Are there any plant wizards? Does anyone have auxin or some magical equivalent?

rolled 44 = 44

>>16817954
maybe while your at it, swap your horse for a draft horse. also you found the horse wondering in a near by location (if asked)

rolled 9 = 9

>>16817954
Did we bury the body first? We shouldn't try to sell the sword and breastplate. It will raise too many questions.

For that matter, we should take care not to spend this strange gold all at once.

>>16817930
Cannabis does make things taste better... Is this plant palmately compound with serrated lanceolate leaflets?

>>16817965
you've heard of 'greenmen' they're typically hired by nobles to cultivate rare and exotic plants. You know of a few people who dabbled in it a few years back but you have no idea how much that would cost.

>Farmer fa/tg/uy approves /tg/'s knowledge cultivation issues.

The town you're meandering towards is known as Glacou, it's really just a trading post for the nearby homesteads and an inn to stop in for a little bit.

>>16817984
long thin simple leaves, it also had a bulb and what would appear to be a at one point purple flower.


you did bury the body.

WHAT ARE WE GROWING

WHY DO WE NOT HAVE BEES

AND WORMS

we need beeeees! for pollination!

and woooorms! for soil quality! get on it while I read the rest of the thread

>>16818016
Does our farm crop rotate?

>>16818016
Many crops can make do with wind,you know.
I am sure, there are some worms around here, somewhere.

>>16818024
dunno, do we?

Also, As you make your way along the road, muddy, rutted and in dire need of pave. You smell the delicious scent of roasting mutton, cresting the hill you come to the modest village. A thin trail of smoke is coming from the Dancing goat the local inn and you've yet to eat today what with all the murder and such.

you also notice what appears to be tents being set up in the center of town for...well something.

rolled 45 = 45

>>16818043
visit fair first
then visit black smith also get hoe repaired
then the stables for horse trading

>>16818016
We are in generic fantasy world!
We find the nearest Wizard and request he make us Worm Bees!

>>16818043
Should probably avoid the tents. Go to the inn, listen to see what the tents are all about.

>>16818043
Get something to eat.

rolled 9 = 9

>>16818024
>>16818043
we rotate annually so next year

>>16818060
>Worm Bees
To do what?
Pollinate the roots?

>>16818067
How does one roll a d100?

>>16818067
food at fair

rolled 87 = 87

check tents think about getting farm equipment repaired/replaced with your new money

>>16818077
see
>>15396072

rolled 84 = 84

>>16818077
read the sticky.

>How to roll dice: "dice+2d6" without the quotes in the email field rolls 2d6. "dice+5d42+23" rolls 5d42+23. "noko+dice+2d6" rolls 2d6 without showing the roll in the email field.

In the rules department, you can look at http://www.4chan.org/rules - all global and board specific rules are in full effect. Apart from that, only two rules are important.

1. BE EXCELLENT TO EACH OTHER.
2. PARTY ON, DUDES. (AND DUDETTES)

>>16818077
dice+1d100
into the e-mail field. It's also on the front page, you know, next to the cute kittens.

rolled 3 = 3

>>16818043
Why did we come here? To trade shit?

Well, we need to trade the horse for a good working one at least.
Selling breastplate and sword would raise some questions but if we know reliable blacksmith we could take them to him for re-smelting into a good plough and axe.

Also, OP, while the quest have take an interesting turn, I advise against using highest-roll-decides-all-and-I-don't-give-a-single-shit-what-my-players-think system. They generally do not last long and turn to shit.
At least take into the consideration downvotes and upvotes.

Following your stomach and that nagging sensation that maybe you should avoid anything public till you can find a way to get rid of the obvious murder weapon/armor.

You head to the dancing goat, a pleasent little in that's known for its stews, meads and women. as your saunter into the tavern you remember many a day spent as a young man here getting drunk only to wake up, stumble back home and get ready for another day of work.

Inside it is packed to capacity. Travelers from all over the province have arrived with the tents it would seem. many of which give you a cautious eye. It would seem its not exactly a fair day in Glacue.

"how can I help you?" A pretty young lass asks as she rushes by carrying a platter of freshly carved pork, jellied fruits and a pitcher of mead, rushing to a nearby table to attend to several men dressed similarly to the rider you recently slaughtered like a pig.

Got a body. That should generate something... Probably a crop of unwanted scavengers, though.

I am reminded of EVO quest's bloodlustfag. Probably his theory is more likely caused by some anons' attempt to quickly quash a quest either by disgusting the OPs to quit or shouting railroading if a subsequent high roll on a bloodthirsty post is ignored.

Just some thoughts.

Also, no real idea on farming. My general knowledge is only from Harvest Moon while my practical knowledge is from growing bean sprouts on wet cotton and tossing chili seeds on the ground.

I'm guessing sooner or later snot-nosed adventurers would come to look for the missing messenger, and hey, new fertilizers! And then we're the lich that farmed... And brewed, I guess.

rolled 1, 3 = 4

since we know that some guy is gonna need alot of wheat in the future:
use the gold to buy wheat so we can stockpile it and sell at inflated prices later.

rolled 79 = 79

what is at the fair i must know also
>>16818059
>>16818085

rolled 95 = 95

>>16818112
HAHA dice roll fail

rolled 38 = 38

>-hugs and kisses
>Istavaan
>Our lord is Istavaan
mfw we just killed our lord's son (or his butt buddy, I guess) for trampling our soil.

>>16818112
Does wheat even last that long?

rolled 76 = 76

>>16818107
well order food
ask about fair
eat food
see blacksmith for axe, plow, and hoe
see stable master while blacksmith works

rolled 38 = 38

>>16818107
"Do you know where we could get some wheat sheafs prior to market day? and some mead, bread and soup please"

rolled 6 = 6

>>16818107
WHY the fuck did we go here?

The suggestion was to go trade shit not to go to the fucking tavern.

Here, the highest roll >>16818085

rolled 100 = 100

>>16818141
chill man we will get there
also up vote to>>16818131

SO I READ THE THREAD

we MURDERED some fuck? we're not going to get to farm at all, we are quickly going to have to leave to ensure the lord doesn't get pissed. fuck.

why are you all fuckups.

rolled 48 = 48

In a strangely bloodthirsty mood tonight: think on how toget those fresh sack of fleshy fertilizers back to farm.

Also, to maid:
"Imma'h gettin' purdy lonely in ma'h farmstead. D'ya know any widows willan' to work hard for her supper? Maids ah' welchame, ta, I gez."
Puppy-dog eyes.

rolled 78 = 78

>>16818161
we will get back to farming soon
gotta get stuff to do it better

>>16818161
Because trespassers must die!

rolled 7 = 7

>>16818161
Nobody messes with our crops.

and we didn't murder JUST somebody, we murdered somebody very close to the Lord and I think not burning the letter and discarding the seeds of that exotic plant will bite us in the ass.
Seriously, what the hell, how many people do you think own such plants? Get rid of that shit as soon as possible!

>>16818175
Chill man, we can get away with a lie by sending a confirmation note or something to Istavaan. Besides blood is the best fertilizer for our plants.

rolled 65 = 65

>>16818203
chill man we are just farmers not necessarily that smart about not getting caught

rolled 59 = 59

>>16818222
>are just farmers
>straight up murder some huy in cold blood and feed his body to our crops

we are definitely not /just/ farmers.
Seriously, get rid of that fucking plant. We even planted it over where the body is buried.

Relax, guys. It probably won't grow anyway, didn't we observe it and realize it had to be potted?

You order your food, its tasty, well earned and broke one of your gold coins down to a easy nine silver.

Munching on a loaf of bread you set out into town to locate the blacksmith, riding your horse with all the fanfare of an old man with nothing better to do.

you find him readily, mostly due to the constant sound of hammers hitting metal. He's a burly half dwarf by the name Clagnog, a devout believer in the god of all that glitters he happily sets his men to work on forging a a new Hoe, Axe and a plow costing you a total of three gold coins.

The stable master it seems is out however. His apprentice does inform you that the horse you have is of fine breeding and is worth far more than any mere draft animal. Suggesting that perhaps you should sell it for coin instead...

rolled 12 = 12

>>16818263
trade for draft horse and difference in gold
...
how old are we?
can we get a wife?

>gonna nip this age thing in the butt.

roll for age ladies and gents.

rolled 62 = 62

>>16818263
Don't trade horse, since people will recognize it. Sell it to the apprentice instead.

rolled 58 = 58

>>16818282
yes we need chillins to work the farm

rolled 62 = 62

age rollin

rolled 24 = 24

> Suggesting that perhaps you should sell it for coin instead...
Nah that might bring too much heat on us. Ask him if we could trade it for two draft horses instead.

If apprentice authorized to make the trade, cause that would be perfect. He is not questioning why we have such a good horse with us. Anyone more experienced would raise questions why a poor farmer got such a high-quality horse.

>>16818262
Hey, if you want it to grow up and increase the risk of us getting executed, then say so. I, for one do not want to take chances.

rolled 87 = 87

>>16818299
12 Old enough to become a Space Marine, old enough to be a serial killer/ farmer.

rolled 2 = 2

>>16818312
damn old as hell
new age?

rolled 76 = 76

>>16818263
Ask for where to aquire a work horse . If not that far away, sell the horse and go buy a work horse instead.

rolled 67 = 67

>>16818214
No, no, I'm not too fearful of getting caught. Messengers go missing sometimes to bandits, right? Just keep that sword/armor hidden. Dunno about horse, that's a rare commodity for a farmer to own, and it's not even a draft horse.

Also, I want to get ALL of those messengers under the field. And later on, Lord Istaavan, I do so hope.

For now a second set of helping hands would be valuable, and that's why I am asking around for the wife market. Probably would get a hatchet-faced harridan if I rolled. Someone else do it?

Also upvoting to spend some gold on better equipment and perhaps seeds.

rolled 74 = 74

>>16818299
If my role is highest, whatever the last two numbers of this post are.

If under 10, add 20
If under 20, add 10
Anything higher than 20 is as it is.

rolled 58 = 58

>>16818299
ripe age of 32

rolled 4 = 4

>>16818324
lol murder'n baby

You manage to haggle the boy up to a decent price of 100 silver coins, a substantial amount and more than enough to secure a couple of good draft animals.

the apprentice has gleefully taken the horse from you leading it away to the stables, leaving you with its bit, bridle, saddle and the breastplate and sword. hefting the saddle on one shoulder and the breastplate on the other you set off in search of a proper draft animal and possibly a wife.


Also sorry guys, first quest. I'm still getting used to how to run these things.

rolled 51 = 51

>>16818329
up vote
also age 16<x<40

>>16818333
highest vote that I can see. We are 33 years young. We have a glorious full bear a tacky shirt and a pair of torn up pants.

>>16817316
This is going to be the best quest ever!

rolled 56 = 56

>>16818356
>Saddle
That's just as dangerous as the sword and breastplace, OP. Best sell it or lose it quick with the rest.

rolled 48 = 48

>>16818367
>We have a glorious full bear
AWESOME. Can we ride it instead of the horses?

Kidding, OP, I know you meant beard.

Where would the single ladies in town be? Let's get our new animals and stroll down the main street to see what can be seen.

rolled 99 = 99

You know what?
Why don't we work up to establish somekind of Farmer-Criminal-Baron thing?
You know, like those Drug-Barons in mexico but instead of opium... its just wheat.

The younger age the better, so lets go 21 years.

rolled 25 = 25

get draft horse also
go to fair to find wife
>gold 14
>-3
>-.1
>+10
>= 20.9
woo makin money

rolled 72 = 72

>>16818356
Leave the saddle with the apprentice for bros tips,a nd ask where could we find girl to marry. Bought him few rounds of ale and ask for more friends

We're gonna do it as >>16818381 says

rolled 74 = 74

>>16818320
... This, for the love of Ehlonna, whom we have given the offering of freshly spilled blood and gently cooling carcass of a probably innocent slightly older than us...

Also, imagine our 'younger' days when we go in-and-out of taverns... Totally medieval!

No, seriously. I am upvoting the youn' serial-killan' farm-boy with ol' eyes, ol' voice, and rotten ol' soul.

>>16818406
you ditch the saddle with the kid, heading on back to the tavern. As you meander through the streets eyeing all the pretty ladies you spot a bit of an odd couple.

Standing off to one side, giving you the evil eye is what appears to be a far better off man of the field and...an elf. not just a normal elf but an elf from the south, a citified well learned type. Upon his shoulder is a Single silver oak leaf denoting his right to claim to be of the 'greenmen'

rolled 43 = 43

>>16818396

You ask Clagnog about his orders for weapons. Istaan may be stockpiling for the coming war.

You express to Clagnog that we need to corner the market in Baresti and in our local kingdom for wheat and arms. Then during the coming war we can profit either way. If we can get Clagnog and the other blacksmiths of the blacksmith guild as well as the farmers to participate we can all profit immensely.

(Wondering if Istaan has need of a lot of weapons for his campaign in Baresti.)

rolled 17 = 17

>>16818429
Bump for.

You decide to ignore bitches and acquire wealth.

>>16818424
Should we ask about how to plant the magic herbs..?

You make your way back to the blacksmith. inquiring into weapons orders. Clagnog raises an eyebrow as to why a mere farmer would be asking but nods wisely all the same mentioning there may have been an off hand request for a order of pole axes and the like to be sent to Istavaan's castle. Of course he'd have to be 'reminded' a bit more outside of that.

He also mentions that if you need a wagon he's got one for sale for a gold coin, though you'd need a draft team to pull it.

>>16818456
I wouldn't. People are going to be looking for their lost crop of magical food flavoring plants. The only way to make money off growing these plants and live would be to keep it secret and sell it on the black market.

rolled 93 = 93

33? Aw, that's a bit old to start learning Necromancy and Transmutation.
Think about it. A wheat baron whose commodity is disease-free, fully nutricious, addicitve, transmuted wheat, grown with free undead labor.

Are elves rare? Stare, gape, drool if he is drool-worthy. Also what is the going rate for asking the help of these greenmen?

Unless sword+armor+saddle set are stylized, keep them. Might be handy against kobolds and orcs. If we ever get the Proficiency to wear them correctly.

>>16818485
the fact its an elf from a city coupled with I guess the worlds equivalent to a wizard should be taken into mind. Also, the richer farmer seems a tad strange...did we have letter mentioning such a man?

rolled 85 = 85

>>16818471
Tell him we're a little low on funds. It's suspicious that we have all this money all of a sudden. A poor farmer coming into town on a nice horse and leaving with all this stuff after just sowing the fields is going to raise some eyebrows.

>>16818500
you explain how you're getting short on cash and had simply intended to come pick up a few things namely a horse to plow with and some better tools. Though dissapointed Clagnog nods and say's he understands.

All the while eyeing the sack of coins at your waist.

You've still yet to locate a horse that can pull a plow, though you now have your axe and hoe being made. You will have to come back to town or stay for a few days until they are made. In the meantime, it sounds like whatever is going on in the tents has kicked off as horns and drums echo through the town.

rolled 48 = 48

>>16818533
Any other nearby town? Might need to be away from the crime scene for few days.

Before that, buy a good quality cape and disguise ourself as a noble who is disguising himself.

>>16818485
You're never too old to learn necromancy otherwise how would you cheat death?

rolled 77 = 77

>>16818533
>All the while eyeing the sack of coins at your waist.
It is not wise to keep in the sack so visible. Perhaps secure it in a more safe place on your body, like under you shirt?

rolled 62 = 62

>>16818533
Check out the tents. It might be worth staying in town for a few days.

>>16818551
You know of a couple though all are well over three day's journey by horse through the forests.

As for some new duds you hit up the local seamstress a young woman of the name Margarit. she's a pretty little thing though sadly has a husband. for a few coins she's able to get you dressed up in a rather nice linen tunic, new pants and a good warm cloak. she's also proffered you a rather large comfortable hat that has a wide brim to keep the rain off.

It all together costs a silver coin. You've also not have the coins tucked inside your shirt.

I see somebody has been appreciating our latest and fantastic /tg/ Farming thread and has got into the spirit of adventure.

If you guys want to read/skim through it the Agriculture general thread is STILL up after three days.

>>16802724

>>16818594
sorry about missing you bro. was typing the response to getting clothes...

rolled 72 = 72

>>16818605
Awesome thread.

>>16818604
Check out the tents.

rolled 81 = 81

>>16818604
>You've also not have the coins tucked inside your shirt.
That means it is secured and out of the sight, right?

You head out to the tents, dressed dashingly and hard to see, save for your glorious beard. Pushing through the crow you notice more and more that the people who have come here are not local. In fact it seems that they've come from far and wide. you've even seen some of the strange white haired Talnessi of the far north.

the town square is cleared, surrounded on all sides by tents. In this open space is a long figure. The elf from before, he seems to have removed his clothes save a pair of loose pants. all around you are the gentry that you've been meagerly competing with. their eyes glued to whatever may happen before them.

with a Bellow of rage the elf begins his....something? he moves in a steady rhythm feet stamping and arms waving as he moves gracefully around the cleared area. At first, nothing seems to be happening save this screaming, dancing elf and then you begin to feel it, see it, hear it and taste it. The ground where his feet land seems to be changing, turning into lush grassy field where before there was little more than stone.

The smell of spring enters your nose and you can hear a wind gently stirring though the town. The gentry nod, slowly clapping as the elf somehow changes what had been a square of paved stone into a lush green.

>>16818744
>Last post for a little bit, I have a lab, should I continue?

As you watch a greenman at work you feel a light tapping on your shoulder.

"Where did you get that there horse?" A gravelly voice asks, the stench of old beer and liqour filling your nostrils shoving out the pleasant scent of life.

rolled 13 = 13

>>16818744
We must learn his secrets! Find out where he is staying and see if there's a way to get at his magical texts or at least if there's a way to be alone with him.

>>16818788
Fucking cliffhanger. Or not?

Wait, which horse again? The knight's one?

rolled 4 = 4

>>16818788
"None o' yer business tar be honest, but ter be honest I bough' i' offa sum feller 'round dis here town, y'see? Gotta have sum draft animuls fer ploughing, see? Lord who's a Van or wha'e'er wants wheat by the end o' the year, so gotta invest in sum assets here, ta' really turn that production up. Supply and demand, ya see?"

rolled 35 = 35

>>16818788
Definitely continue whenever you can. This thread is golden.

In the meantime, make a quick assessment of our new "Friend" to figure how easily ignored or bluffed he could be.

>>16818851
I read that like someone out of an old mafia movie.

Good job, anon.

rolled 6 = 6

Well, someone archive this. OP you should do this yourself and don't bother telling how you don't know how to do it, if you have elementary reading skills and kindergarten problem-solving capabilities then it shouldn't be that hard to do.
Just make sure you don't fuck up the tags.

Aaaaaaan back. Sorry about that ladies and gents labs for me take more than a little while.
Either way,

The not gentlmen is dressed shoddily, his clothes are muddy and he looks to have been riding for many days. he's bloodshot eyes suggest he's not all that sober or recovering from being in such a state.

"you ain't deaf at least. Now, Where did'ya get that horse?"

rolled 41 = 41

>>16819962
OP, this is what we say:
>>16818851

>>16819968
Acknowledged.

with a look of bafflement the man stares at you for a second, trying to comprehend what the hell it all means.

As a few wary eyes turn towards your general direction he simply nods, mutters something and walks away slowly. looking over his back from time to time as he shoves his way through the crowd.

In the meantime the elf seem to have procured an acorn. From....somewhere its rather hard to determine given the whole general lack of clothes thing.

Carefully he's placed it into the newly made ground and has started to dance again. Coaxing what appears to be an oak sapling from the earth.

rolled 68 = 68

>>16820001
Fuck that gay ass faggot elf.
Let's buy some more shit.
Did we get out ploughing animals yet?

>>16820017
you have not.

rolled 76 = 76

>>16820001
Hey wait we could make him to grow our cannabis

Ask how much he wants for a quick job growing some elf weed.

Also, buy some animals, we need 'em

>>16820030
you make note to investigate into the elf-man later and begin the overly hard search for a set off draft animals. Eventually you stumble upon a section of the tents which seems dedicated to live stock and their trade.

Exotic beasts abound you stumble across one of the Talnessi, dressed in next to nothing he gestures for you to come closer.

"you, look like a man of defining tastes good farmer. Might I interest you in some of the best animals in all the land?"

rolled 38 = 38

>>16820088
"Best be too expensive tae toil in the field innit. Bastards can't work without breakin' their backs like the primadonnas they are eh. See, I need some work animals and you supply the work animals, see?
This offer ya're givin' me, I must refuse it. Too expensive if it's the best"

>>16820101
"nay good sir!" he exclaims trying to lure you back. A fair price for the right man such as you are. We have hardy beasts from our lands, bred to travel wide and far, a mere sixty silver each. and you shall some of the best beasts for the long day and cold nights."

As he says this pulls back a curtain revealing a pair of stout sturdy bovines shaggy animals there stare at you with a bored face as they chew on cud.

"animals from our native north, a young pair even! Gentle and hard working beasts they are perfect for your fields sir, I assure.

rolled 4 = 4

>>16820148
"60 sillers for a bleedin' hairy cow man are ya drunk or jest bonkers. Ye be best not askin' fer a pecking copper o'er 30 sillers for sum backwater bovine like that, see."

rolled 17 = 17

>>16820148

They look might meek. Look like they're pret-neat skin n bones. sixty's too much for dem der skeletons, wouldn't last a day on da on da farm.

rolled 78 = 78

>>16820148
"'Sides bub there they ain't gon' last fer longer than yer wife in the bedroom, ya see?"
Give him a crooked smile swiftly before continuing:
"Err I'm just kiddin' ya bud but these here beasties prolly need sum mighty fancy grub to function. Hay ain't nuff for these fashiony thingamagiks I reckon."

rolled 70 = 70

>>16820148

N' looke heer, they's got jus th one teet. How in the hill am I supposs to milk that? One teet for 60 sillers. You mus think I'm a poo drunk mud rack, that jus com up for th spring harvest.

rolled 41 = 41

>>16820282
Okay, this made me laugh like a mad fuck

The merchant ponders for a second and nods meekly.

"Aye, I can go as low as sixty five fer the lot. They'll eat near anything you give them But, I can see that you're a man of discerning taste. My apologies sir."

rolled 98 = 98

>>16820359
"Ye've got yerself a darned good sale right there bud. See, I need 'em fer farmin' so I hope there's some trainin' in their furry li'l noggin's if yer catch ma drift see?"
Hand the nice gentleman 65 sillies and be happy with your two brand new ploughing animals.
Oh, WE CAN MAKE 'EM BREED
FUCK YEAH

rolled 9 = 9

>>16820359
>>16820383
Wait
Where the fuck are we supposed to keep these things?
We don't exactly have a barn.

Do we have to pay to make a barn now?

>>16820400
We keep them inside the house and snuggle up against them during the cold nights
Cute kawaai buffalos erryday~ :3

rolled 64 = 64

Let's go back outside an see if we can figure out where that elf keeps his acorns.

rolled 62 = 62

>>16820400
We'll construct a barn through sheer willpower!

By yeah, yer right.

I guess we will have to work on that, eh?

Maybe it would be good idea to hire some hands buy some lumber (or take down the trees and turn it to planks)

Heck, we are a smart mob-boss. We will invest our money into our wheat-racketeering business so we need people to delegate anyway.

CAPITALISM A-HOY MOTHERFUCKERS

You hand the man sixty-five silvers, in exchange he hands you the leads of the two beasts. Without so much as a tug they follow you along slowly, steadily, almost stately.

As you make your way through the mess of tents you manage to spot the elf man. He's ducked inside of a large greed one with several guards surrounding it.

Acquisitions
>Two K'leigh Cattle

>>16820472
We borrow money from the local lords over a period of one or two years. Use the money to invest in more dosh-making crops.

We could make a... what is it it's called. Andelsvirksomhed it's called in Denmark. Think corporation, if instead of investors investing money in a company, it's farmers investing money in a farm/the production facilities behind the farm. Making one of those would be VERY profitable.

>>16820512
Do we wait or do we go home? No more purchases because this much dosh is just... insane
We'd be killed if they found out where we got it.

don't forget it is roll to see.

rolled 42 = 42

>>16820517
I am not entirely sure what you are talking about but if your that white tower in your picture if the fruit of our work then I am all for it!

>>16820512
eeeh, I am torn
On one hand, if we cultivate that weird plant, it will certainly incriminate us. But this guy could help us grow it.

..... Perhaps we should make an underground horticulture lab powered by magic and shit? Hire this weird elf, I do not think he enjoys demeaning himself like that by dancing naked and shitting acorns.

rolled 20 = 20

>>16820617
It is a very commo form of financing in the modern day. Farmers pool together their resources to get productive benefits (stordriftsfordele). In these primitive times, being BIG is just INSANELY good. If we can finance a collective farm (by buying it off the lord), we can earn a shitload by effectively cutting work in half, while having to spend less money on assets.

Of course, we would have the majority vote, since we would own the majority of this newfangled company...

TODAY, THIS SHITTY ASS BACKWATER HELLHOLE

TOMORROW; THE WORLD

THE DAY AFTER THAT; COMPLETE AND UTTER MONOPOLY!

>>16820617
You continue to ponder what exactly you should do as a now newly cowed up, empowered farmer. Ideas of running businesses and managing huge amounts of Dosh run through your mind though none of it seems quite right.

rolled 64 = 64

>>16820715
OP, id this you?
You better take up a tripcode or something.

rolled 60 = 60

>>16820715
Right
We can't go to the elf guy because that'd blow our cover.
Let's get a maid to help us at the farm. She doesn't have to be fuckable, as long as she can work in the fields.

Let's get our industry up and running.
FIND ME A WENCH, BOY

>>16820732
yeah sorry about that one.

>>16820734
You do remember that young lass from the Dancing goat, though you also know of several other fine single ladies, and who knows maybe there is something a tad more exotic in the tents

rolled 7 = 7

>>16820734
I wonder if we could just straight up start lumber industry?
Felling down trees, selling them for profit, murdering any investigators send by the Lord.
All good day's work.

That plant though... man, it's like a deal with the devil.
Maybe we can find a cave somewhere and grow it there with the help of the Elf?
If we get powerful enough, we could cultivate it openly but for now, I believe we just need to keep it alive.

rolled 68 = 68

>>16820734
A maid?
Why exactly should we take a woman?
I suggest we hire a man. Stronger hands = better work. And we don't run into the risk of our worker getting pregnant and leaving the fields or something.

Aw shit, DON'T hire anyone to work on the fields! They could find the body!

>>16820617
>>16820650

Another Dane here, though our language is strange, it is not unGoogleable, so I Googled "Andelsvirksomhed wiki" and was brought to the danish wikipedia side for "Andelsbevægelse" which had a link to the English Wikipedia page.

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Danish_cooperative_movement

Basically "Andel" means "Share" or "Part", like:
"If we share this, you get your part."

However the concept the other guy explains it as is a bit incorrect, unlike an "Aktieselskab" (Joint-Stock company) every member has one vote, so even if we owned 50% of our Andelsselskab (I'll use the Danish word to cause more confusion) we would still only have one vote, while the bumfuck who owns 0.01% too has one vote.

So basically a typical Andelsselskab would fuck us over. We need to make a more modern Andelsselskab which is more similar to an Aktieselskab (Joint-Stock company) where the majority owner gets the majority vote.

Just make sure that we never own less than 51% of the "company", because as long as we own that, the rest of the owners can not outvote us and we are the absolute leaders of it.

rolled 99 = 99

>>16820842
Oh... okay

So our ambitions shifted from Wheat-MobBoss into CORPORATIONS RULE THE WORLD?

Sheeet man, that would be even harder to pull than farming based Mob-boss but shit, we might as well try, I mean we straight up murdered someone important just for stepping on our crops, NOTHING is too crazy for us!

youre dreaming big, thinking of crazy ideas.

As you make your way through the tent's you've noticed something else. A few of the men that you saw earlier, the ones from the dancing goat seem to constantly be popping up.

rolled 99 = 99

>>16820955
Aw shit, lets get out of here.
Lets see if blacksmith is ready with out shit and go home.

rolled 17 = 17

>>16820842
I am very much aware that in your standard Andelsmejeri such as Arla, every farmer gets a share.
No such agreements exist in this world, though.

>>16820981
Hiding your face you blend into the crowd, avoiding anywhere you see the well dressed men.

As you make your way back towards the blacksmith cows in tow you notice that there seems to be a coming rainstorm. The air has gotten chill and a certain moisture has filled it. you can smell the rain and the cattle seem utterly fine with this.

rolled 93 = 93

>>16821007
Wait
Did we have a plow?

>>16821033
you're having one made

>>16821007
Shit, these clothes are new. Better hurry.

rolled 59 = 59

>>16821046
Cool.
Let's get home and...
I dunno
what the fuck ever

rolled 29 = 29

>>16821007
Rain... well, that sucks but we do have a big wide-brimmed hat.

Oh the smith said he could get us a cart for a silver. I suggest we take up his offer.

Also, what are we to do if someone investigating that guys disappearance comes? Do we tell them he never came?
I suggest we tell he came around, told us of the Lords demands and went on with his task while did our job. This way, the trey does not end with us.

rolled 88 = 88

>>16821046
How long will it take to be ready?
It will be ready today, right?

I say we wait somewhere away from the rain till it is ready and go home.

>>16820990

The guy you replied to.
I wouldn't vote in favour of making an AndelsANYTHING in this game.

Why would we need the support of other farmers IF we can do it without their support?

We need to hire a bunch of farmhands or apprentices to help us, then expand our farm and take over the other farms, employing mob methods if we have to, not being afraid of striking them with our hoes if we have to.

But first we gotta lie low and lose the heat, if we are found to have murdered that one guy we can kiss our lives goodbye.

You tie your cattle off at the post of the Dancing goat
stepping inside as thunder rolls off in the distance. A messenger has left a note here saying your plow will be ready by sunset though you will need to find a way to transport it back.

Also, that clagnog sends his regards and that he recently received new of having the honor of forging sixty new blades for lord Istavaan.

I

rolled 33 = 33

>>16821120
Keyword being 'if'
Of course a complete personal monopoly would be sweet shit, but we need funds for something as grand as that

rolled 86 = 86

>>16821123

Shit's gettin dangerous yo. Time to man up in this bitch.

Take a table in the corner of the dancing goat, placing the fire between you and the door (anyone just walking into the Dancing Goat will not be able to see you until they have crossed the room), and look for the men that you keep seeing appear.

Also order a flagon of spiced ale, and a steak (which comes with a steak knife).

Inventory check as well.

rolled 46 = 46

>>16821123
Alright, lets just try to keep low and out of trouble till sunset.
Again, the smith offered a cart for a silver, we will be taking that.
60 blades? Well, at least our cover-story holds up now.

rolled 71 = 71

Shit man, we got a lot of DOSH on us.
We cannot let anyone know. Lets not order anything expensive.

>>16821233

No the 60 blades are not for us. Gather intelligence on the Lord and what his plans were to fight a neighboring kingdom.

We're trying to corner the market on grain and arms before the war. Profiteering.

You order a flagon of rather nice ale, keeping to a simple meal of mutton stew however, trying to seem slightly cheap.

As you sit there you notice that the place seems emptier than before and though the serving girl is still there from earlier. She seems to eyeing you.

rolled 13 = 13

Does the bar lady have a husband or boyfriend?

If she doesn't
Try to seduce her, we still need a wife.

Did we get a steak knife?

rolled 33 = 33

+sighs+
Are we still carrying around the breastplate and sword and sack of bulging coins in plain sight?

Let's wait out the storm at the smith. It's warm, and there be lots of improvised weapons ready to be used.


Regarding farmhands, that's mighty queer of you asking for a man when you live alone in your farm in the middle of nowhere... Whether this is generic fantasy or plain medieval, most farmers would look for someone to share the bed and look after the housework first. She can also care for the livestock if any.

>>16821460
You drain the flagon, Sighing as you stand up and begin to walk out the serving girl says something barely audible, pressing a hankerchief into your hand.

"for...for you sir.."


Without another she walks away to go attend other patrons and you stoically walk to the blacksmith cows in hand.

rolled 35 = 35

>>16821547
>shewantstofuck.jpg
We're 21, right?
How do we look?

>>16821661
Rather dashing, given all the new duds.

rolled 58 = 58

... Is there anything in the handkerchief?

Are we that handsome a person? Also does the maid look like she can handle farmwork if she has too?
Buy canvases to improve our shack if needed.

>>16821761
You unfold the handkerchief to find that withing is a small simple ring made of iron. Amongst your people this considered a sign of favor should a woman hand you one. Though it is by no means a ticket to the wedding merely a right to court.

rolled 68 = 68

>>16821804

Give a kind word to the young lady and then let's get to the blacksmith.

>>16821804
>>16821661
Seems that the phrase is right for once.

I guess for now we check up on our stuff, come back later when she isn't working to deal with the ring stuff.

You go any bother Clagnog though you do peak your head in and give a polite and earnest thank you in the process of leaving.

Clagnog seems thrilled to see mostlikely due to the proposition of possibly making more money.

"Ah my dear friend! Your plow is almost ready and I see you've Already got sturdy beasts to pull it. Tell me, are you still interested in that wagon?"

rolled 5, 6, 6, 5, 10 = 32

>>16821897
How many silvers on a gold coin? Assuming 100:
"See, a wagon ain't be wha' I need, eh. But if ya gimme an offer I kinnae refuse, see, we might do business eh. How's fiddy sillers sound mate?"

>>16821930
10 silvers to a gold coin.

rolled 2, 10, 3, 1, 7 = 23

>>16821948
5 instead of 50 then

I think we should go back to the stable apprentice and ask for good inn to stay, the one that isn't too quiet and empty.

rolled 6, 6, 1, 8, 2 = 23

>>16822024
Or we could sleep at home..?

rolled 1 = 1

T'was a silver for the wagon. And act despairingly about the dwindling number of coins. Mention that it was a debt you had to make to fulfill the lord's tithe request.

Regarding maid, we'll take- Oh, court her, I guess. We'll see if she is up to our murder, mayhem, maize, and malt shenanigans soon enough.

Also, a creepy thought came over me about buffalo-cow:
> We got MILK! And SPER- Oh dear caring Ehlonna! What have you done to me, CostCo /fit/??!!?!

>>16822053
Nah, we are just going around to see what happens around the town, without making it seems like so.

I think we need a camel.

And I know just the guy to buy from.

rolled 9, 3, 9, 10, 5 = 36

>>16822058
It was a gold coin, not a siller

rolled 2, 2, 8, 7, 4 = 23

>>16822235
We wanted to haggle, but at least we've got a sweet new ride to woo that gal in the inn with.
Buy her some flowers. Bitches love flowers

As before two wheeled wagon. The apprentices load your new plow and tools into it and provide harnesses to use with the cattle. you settle into your wagon, cap pulled low and click the reins. Without so much as a grunt your trained pair slowly begins to drag the wagon out into the storm. The heavy spring drops plopping onto your hat.

Along the way, you stop back in the tents, Sopping wet you manage to find an elf selling bouquets of flowers harvested from the freshly made green.
Setting them in your lap you flick the reins again and head back towards the Dancing goat. As you draw nearer you spot a few times someone or someones lurking in the shadows.

>>16822373
these are me, by the way. I just have a horrible habit of ignoring my Name

rolled 36 = 36

Find a bard and ask to sing a serenade as we try to court the barmaid.

Might be fine if we could stir a crowd and hamper our stalkers.

rolled 24 = 24

Hire a group of young men to work as hands/Thugs.

Struck by the urge to make sure you are definitely on the good with this girl, and perhaps also to avoid attackers. You hire a few local kids for some silver coin and manage to get them to gather outside of the goat, singing in the rain as you enter with a certain bravado.

>>16822515
Continue on toward the Dancing goat to give the flowers to that lovely lass.
Be prepared for an attack from the guys in the shadows though and if we can beat them without killing them we mite have our very first "helpers"

>>16822759

rolled 12 = 12

Ah, fresh bodies for the farm. What luck that we have just bought this wagon!

. . . I think yesterday's bump gave some concussion. I am usually a do good dude. Changing my trip...

>>16822759
You enter the dancing goat. Cautious and wary. Thankfully.

Without warning you come face to face with the man from earlier.

he seems a little too pleased to see you.

rolled 7, 10, 10, 8, 2 = 37

>>16822918
Whassa matta you, stronzo?

>>16822998
"you took my brothers horse you bastard"

Grim faced he begins to walk towards you, drawing a dagger from his belt

rolled 50 = 50

>>16823237
Stab his filthy fucking face with the sword

>>16823237
Oh fuck.

rolled 12 = 12

"You're Bulger's brother? Thanks the heaven and the king's blessing I can finally found you!"

You take take the sword dropping the breastplate with a clatter. you're not used to swinging a sword sadly and are met head on by the man's dagger.

"What do mean? I am not a brother of the honored Bulger?!" he exclaims parrying the blow.

rolled 75 = 75

>>16822058

>> We'll see if she is up to our murder, mayhem, maize, and malt shenanigans soon enough.

<3

rolled 60 = 60

>>16823518

"If you're not the Bulger's brother than who are you? I have no wish to fight you! But they might! MAIZE LADS HO!"

Call the town boys into the Dancing Goat.

Jump upon a table and swing again!


<3

rolled 11 = 11

So... After all those mentions of sword and breastplate and plenty of messengers, we still haven't kept them hidden?

Man, pick up your hoe or the axe, though you haven't the combat proficiency for them, at least you are more used to using them. Also, we're swinging the sword as we lie our mouth off?
Might want to pick a specific course of action and not all of them, OP.

Gonna wait and see what happens before deciding the town and farm a bust. At least kick him in the balls as we toss the sword at him. We're in a pub, or at the doors, right?

giving the man a shove you leap onto a nearby table.

With a yell you manage to lure in some of the people you had standing around outside awkwardly. At the sight of a man brandishing a sword along with a man doubled over clutching a dagger in his hand.

All the while the young lass you come to whoo is standing terrified in a corner.

rolled 61 = 61

"C'mere an' help th' drunk lout outta 'ere! Pullan' swords an' daggers 'ere! Ah already tole ya! I dunno who got yer brother's 'orse! The bastard sold me th' 'orse and all for cheap! Ah jus' thought Ah could make some coins outta 'em." Drop sword at table. Watch your feet, though.

>>16824356
Several people give you a few doubtful looks though the ones that you managed to drag here through coin are apt to agree and move to go alert the constables. As you stand there on the table the man tries to stand again only to find your boot clad foot atop his head shoving him down as you exit off the table with a bow, throwing the sword into the floor with an audible thunk by his head.

rolled 85 = 85

PS: Help drag unfortunate brother out in the rain. Then kill him after you manage to get him alone. Chop him to manageable pieces like firewood to store in your wagon.

Wow, still going?
Awesome, I've got readin to do.

rolled 60 = 60

>>16817316

Tell the young lady, "I cannot stand a liar or a drunk, and he was both. I apologize for the bravado and any pain that I might have visited upon your delicacy in this engagement. My apologies, as always, I will be in your service."

You doff you straw hat in a magnificent bow, and twirl your beard.

Tell the young lady, "I cannot stand a liar or a drunk, and he was both. I apologize for the bravado and any pain that I might have visited upon your delicacy in this engagement. My apologies, as always, I will be in your service."

You doff you straw hat in a magnificent bow. And with a quick turn grab the man by the collar of his tunic and haul him outside. Standing there is one of the two members of the city guard he looks at you with mild amusement.

"Well, guess Clagnog isn't such a liar after all. How do you do Bill?" he says pulling a set of shackles from his belt and slapping them on the man who attacked you. "We'll take it from here. Istavaan's boys have been causing a little too much trouble as it is. But, attacking a 'defenseless' man. That's just outright against the law."

So, should I let this thread die?

Also You've acquired:
One plough
One steel axe
one steel hoe
Two hairy cattle of the north
One two wheeled Wagon
A cloak, tunic, pants,shoes and wide brimmed hat.
One 30'X30' piece of canvas.
~10 gold coins at the end of it all

rolled 80 = 80

>>16827906
Wooh, you're alive!
Cool shit man.
Let's continue!

rolled 5 = 5

>>16827906
Go back into the tavern

Woo the fuck out of the lady

Give her the flowers we bought, if we haven't already

She will be our fucktoy, no matter the cost!

I love you, /tg/.

This quest is glorious.

For those just coming in:

you are Bill, son of John(bill johnson) and a rather poor farmer, living in a shack a ways from town. One day a man riding a horse said that you had to increase the yield of your crop without reason. In response you've brutally murdered him and accidently entered into a game of spices. All the while you are now dealing with new found wealth, new clothes and the shot at a wife.

rolled 10 = 10

To the guard: "Ahh, ain't a problem, misser. I think th' poor fella had one too many ales, if yeh catch m' drift. . .my apologies for any trouble caused."

While we wait for the rain to die down, I suggest we spend some time here. First of all, pick up the sword and go and place it out in the wagon (it's probably unsettling some of the folk in here.) Then we should promptly spend our time in the inn with our future waifu getting to know her-- perhaps call her over for a minute when she's free or go and hover around the bar and ask whenever she passes.
Questions to ask (in this order):
1. If she is okay after the shaky events
2. Her name
3. Who the man who tried to stab us was
4. If she enjoys working at the inn.

The guard nods.

"all the same, he ain't no good out and about when he's drunk. He'll be in the jail for a little while tis all."

As you sit around in the bar, sword and breastplate not tucked at the bottom of the wagon where no one can see them. You've started chatting up your possible wife. She's more than happy to sit and chat though it would seem such a swashbuckling farmer has drawn patrons back to the inn like flies to shit. And as such she's only able to talk to you in passing. She does enjoy the work though she would prefer to settle down eventually like any good modern woman, and though she was a little shook up about the events the fact that you managed to come in and save the day, certainly makes it far from a bad end to things. As this is being said the rain has slowly let off, just in time for a dazzling sunset upon the steadily greening village.

rolled 13 = 13

>>16828198
Seriously, lose the sword and breastplate already.

Excuse yourself to go bury it or something. Who knows, the time may come later you'll need it for a disguise or passage or something.

Just get it far away from yourself, seriously.

You excuse yourself for a few minutes grabbing the sword and breastplate. Carefully and quietly you make your way around to the back of the inn. There you use your new hoe to dig up a portion of the soft, rain soaked ground and place them weapon and its partner within. Burying them and tamping down the earth to avoid more suspicion than you've already drawn.

As you settle back down inside the inn you breathe a sigh of relief and take in the warm smokey air as a fire crackles off to one side and darkness settles over the village.

rolled 81 = 81

>>16828459
Time to get back to the farm and see how much damage the water has done to the turned field and start seeding.

rolled 96 = 96

>>16828198
Hand her the flowers, make a friendly bow and return to the farm

We'll need to use this here newfangled plowymajig

keep on keeping this thread alive. I will return, I have a meeting so be ready for a little wait. Also, Please feel free to discuss possible ideas and such

rolled 13 = 13

He who controls the spice ... controls the bitches. Let's go back and see what we can do with our hairy cattle and our wheat crop. Winter is coming. And so is a war. If Istaan is on the loosing side, are farm will probably be looted by the other army.

rolled 77 = 77

Background request.
Size/enemies/allies of our country
Distances from our farm to nearby neighboors/villages/castles/places of interest (mspaint map would be superb)

rolled 88 = 88

think about improving house with new tools and funds
develop plans to this end wile making occasional comments to the bar maid
enjoy the company for a while and then bid farewell to the to the lady
work on the house must commence immediately to put on a good show for the lady when she will come to visit soon you hope also leave flowers and note describing her charms

rolled 75 = 75

>>16828665
also barn or open air stables for cattle
are they the same gender or are they a breeding pair?
also is there adjacent farm land that could be purchased to expand out land holdings?

Alright I have returned, gnetlemen if you will bear with me for a little bit I will build you a simple map to take a gander at. Also; A possible layout of your home?

>>16829292
>A possible layout of your home?
If you mean you will draw the current one, sure, why not.
If you mean us the one for the better house we are planning to build, then two stories, made with stone and wood, with the animals and fireplace down and the beds and food (grain/meat) upside. Hole over the fireplace for smoke. Simple wooden stair which is upped when sleeping. Door opens to the inside and can be locked using a board.

rolled 10 = 10

>>16829350

your shack

rolled 8 = 8

>>16829500
Mental note: buy or make barrels for booze.
Let's start the seeding. Stockpile rocks found in the plantation for building project.

With a few kind words you set out once more for your home. You do note that the two hairy cows you have, are in fact a breeding pair. A good sign one would think. You steady pace is relaxing, the cattle need little in the way of goading or steering seemingly knowing where you want to go.

you did leave the flowers at the table with a hasty scrawled word of thanks and wishing to see such a fine young woman again.

As the moon rises and bathes the world in its pale light you can't help to have a nagging sensation. A creeping feeling along the back of your spine as if something is following you. Watching you as you make your way along the lonely forested road.

rolled 76 = 76

>>16829618
Put axe in a position it's accessed easily, but concealed from view.

You reach behind you and settle the axe so its handle is ready to be swung downward with ease. Your cattle have started to slow, their large bovine heads roving back and forth. Caution taking hold of them.

Even over the trundle and creak of the cart you swore you hear the sound of laughter, faint and fair echoing among the trees. Something is certainly out there though what or who it might be is very hard to say. The moon passes behind clouds and once more thunder threatens to in the distance to bring forth more rain.

lets try this again. Damn editors

rolled 72 = 72

>>16829901
Is that blue circle a water well? If so, is there a rope and a bucket?

>>16830187
yes sorry, using MS paint and I'm not a great aritst. you have a bucket by no rope. Thankfully the water table is fairly high

rolled 100 = 100

>>16830470
Once we arrive, if we do, fill the bucket for the beasts. Put them inside the shack, but first make sure the wheat sacks are properly closed.

Your wagon trundles along arriving safely. you lead the beasts inside giving them a bucket of water and a few handfuls of wheat each for their hard work. Tying the bags off to prevent them from getting more than their fare share.

As you settle in for the night, you swear once again that you hear laughter dancing in the air.

rolled 93 = 93

>>16830662
Bury the coins near the fireplace. Secure the door. Try to get some sleep, tomorrow will be a long day.

Carefully you dig up a section your dirt floor, Placing the coins within and covering it with a rock. As for the matter of sealing your door, the only thing really heavy is the wheat, which will have to do for now you think. You settle in for the night. Trying to ignore the laughter that keeps seeping through the doorway.

As the sun rises the next day you feel surprisingly refreshed and ready to go. Your cattle look at you with the manner of a bored cow and await eagerly for you to start your day. The hut is lit by embers and you spot sitting in a pan some cold potatoes from the day before.

rolled 70 = 70

>>16830805
Open door. Go take a piss. Return. Eat potatoes. Check the condition of the fields after yesterday's rain.

step right outside, leaning back onto your hut pissing high in the air. With a shake, you're ready for breakfast and finish what remained of your delicious starchy breakfast.

once more you step outside into the bright sunny spring day. As you survey the fields you realize they are reduced to a bog of mud, the body is now firlmy entombed in a heavy clay/silt dirt that sticks your feet.

thankfully beyond that is has not been too badly damaged

rolled 27 = 27

>>16830924
Make some drainage canals, go cut some trees, somewhere near but not visible.

>>16829901
That almost looks like the Harvest Moon set up.

You grab your new and improved hoe and get to work. its tedious but you manage to dig a couple trenches that lead out of the field. Covered in much and mire, you set it to the side and grab an axe ready to chop down a proper firewood tree....

rolled 66 = 66

>>16831101
Look for edible mushrooms, berries and roots while you are at it.

rolled 79 = 79

>>16831101

Fell trees and chop wood enough for a month. Also keep an eye out for any wood that might make a good bed.

The laughter returns, a faint sound leaping from branch to branch.

For a moment you swear something is hiding within the sun dappled shadows.

rolled 43 = 43

>>16831166
Whistle a happy song and keep chopping the trees. Once you have all you can carry, take it home.

Get a table out in the open and start to have outdoor breakfast. Invite your cattles and "anyone" who wants to eat, to eat together in in this bright, sunny day.

You fall your first tree. A heavy solid piece of oak. Far to heavy for you to life, you debate how to move it, ignoring the laughter.

Eventually you decide you really have two options. Chop it into smaller pieces or, get your cattle team to haul it back whole.

rolled 29 = 29

disregard >>16831228

Find some cloth and get your cattle to the firewood. After chopping it up into smaller pieces, bring ot back to your farm.

You remember that you did have some cloth from when you purchased your plow, axe and hoe. Keeping this in mind you head back home ignoring the crawling sensation that seems to have leapt onto your back. You reach the sunlight only to trip on a well placed rock, skidding to the ground for a few seconds.

Getting back up you dust yourself off and find that you're still within the woods, seemingly deeper than you had first journeyed. Cool air brushes past your face and laughter rings through the air.

rolled 87 = 87

We're kinda fucked aren't we?

rolled 83 = 83

Fuck recaptcha
>>16831259
Cut the wood in 2 meter (~7 feet) pieces.
>>16831291
Guide yourself using the sun and the moss (grows in the north of stones)

rolled 37 = 37

Like we care about laughters outside the confines of our own skull. The chatters and screams inside are... Well, totally common by now.

Work as usual. Make use of the plow and the bull when it has eaten.

For now, axe those firewoods and interlopers.