>any takers?

>>29554116
double would be 2 silver, per man, per week, and we could throw in extra share of loot from raiding the nobles or any others we decide to steal from, they'd also get a safe location to live in

sounds good

also, op, are you going to do any lewds, previous QM was fond of them when appropriate

>>29554116
also, if your taking over the quest, might want to get access to the quests twitter, helps with announcing threads and letting players find the threads instead of wondering where everyone is

>>29554116
Well this looks fun. How much money do we have?
If we have sufficient monies for at least a months pay I'll second >>29554500
Every month the best fighters may be eligible for a pay raise on their 3rd month to 4 silver.

Rolled 44

>>29554500
>>29554518
>2 silver + share in the loot, going to roll for amount of greedy ones hooked in.
>I'm considerably more prudish about lewds than the original QM, so.. expect fade to blacks
>I'll attempt to contact the original QM, he seems to be using the twitter contact for pitching his other quest though

>>29554647
>so.. expect fade to blacks
Cool, just wanting to know the limits

You face the leader of the group. "I will offer you a weekly stipend of 2 silvers. And you will get your share in any loot that you've participated in acquiring." Stella blinks, looking sideways askance at you. What is it now..? "Does that sound reasonable?" The Sergeant looks at you for a long moment, then to Stella for just long enough to begin to enrage you, then back to you. "Some of us want to settle down as well. Those who do will want to get married."

"Is double bigger than four times?" Asks the soldier with four fingers, and you happen to notice a strip of cloth unwrapping itself under his helmet.

"Ephidel, we need to talk." Stella pulls you by the shoulder, and out of earshot from the rest of the group. What does she want..? "You have the best timing when you want to talk about the relationship."

"Shove it." She hisses. "You want to give them weekly payments? What about our other 'brothers', will you start paying them as well?" She has a point; the rest of the band will probably resent the preferential treatment. A group of strangers looking to marry single women from your group won't help placate discontentment either.

What do you tell Stella?
>Keep the stipend to the new soldiers. If so, what do you reason with her with?
>Make it so the rest of the band gets a weekly payment.
>Other

>>29554908
>>Make it so the rest of the band gets a weekly payment.
but make it so they have to be helping out, on watch duty, building/gathering/farming etc, they must be doing work to get the pay, for these soldiers, for the men back at our hamlet, they work, they contribute, and they get paid, if they take part in raids, they get a share of that raids loot, if they don't go on raids, then they don't have claim on the loot except what we give out

and with that, its 2:30am in my part of the world, and I'm off to sleep, good luck OP, I hope more players find this

Eh Ill second this guy again >>29554983
Might as well start paying people. But again, how much money do we have?

>>29554990
>I'm presently looking through the archive for an exact amount

>>29555067
k, thanks.

>>29554990
>You have about 1,600 silvers and 380 gold, not counting assorted jewels and treasures.

>>29554983
"Yes." Stella blinks again. "But they won't stay idle and get paid either. If they want to get paid, they'll have to work for it during daytime, whether they're on guard duty, farming, lumbering, whatever."

"You realize we'll have to work harder to get richer this way?" Stella's expression softens somewhat. "We were lucky so far, that we pulled off stunts that sound like bad tavern tales. You won't be able to keep everyone alive sometimes." Your stomach turns a little at the prospect. "I know that."

Her expression brightens up ever so faintly. "I'll also present my demands concerning whatever jewelry we end up looting in the future. You don't object, I hope?" Well, it's hardly a new demand. "Haven't we been doing that already?". You laugh as he punches your shoulder.

"Are you two done fucking yet?" The Sergeant yells out. You must've laughed louder than you thought. "Yes, we're done fucking!" You reply, eliciting another, harder punch from Stella. "We agree to pay you two silver a week, and share in the loot. If you want wives, I'll let you know I'm not forcing anyone to get married, and I'm not forcing anyone not to either. Just know some of these girls have been through some shit. Your name, serrah?"

The man raises his meaty hand to shake yours. "Call me Yohann." You struggle to keep your neutral smile as he clamps down on your own hand. "Ephidel."

After some cajoling from the rest of the group, all soldiers end up agreeing to your terms, and you begin your march back to your camp. "So, what are our plans, Commander Ephidel? Besides not getting killed, that is." Yohann asks, walking the side opposite of Stella. You don't remember hinting you'd want him to do as much...

>Inform him of your plan to ambush the elders.
>Tell him about Tiger Rock, and ask him to help fortify it.
>Other

>>29555399
I dont really know about either...
>But lets fortify what i presume to be our base.

>>29555464
>Tiger Rock is an easily defendable position we discovered some time back. We're currently in the process of moving assets out of the village we're stationed in and to the caves below. We're doing so because the host of raiders terrorizing the countryside has spotted our village and we're currently outnumbered.

>>29555399
>>Inform him of your plan to ambush the elders.
get him to help with that, and we won't have to leave our hamlet undefended while the men are away holding the Elders hostage

>>29555613
Hmm okay

I think Ill second this guy>>29555660

>typing

>>29555839
>Still here and enjoying the quest

"First of all, no 'commander' shit. You call yourselves brothers, and we do the same." A good 17 men walk behind you, experienced and reasonably armed and armored all. Altogether, they have enough supplies on their backpacks to last them half a month, although you don't know how willing they will be to share if it comes to that.

"That said, you joined us at a good time. We were facing a shortage of supplies, and we arranged for a meeting with the elders from the surrounding villages to fix that."

Yohann's brow wrinkles at that. "So what, you want us to pay your grain for you? Try to get a bargain, is that it?"

"The best of bargains, actually." Yohann looks queerly at you. "We're going to 'persuade' them to let go of their grain for free. Due to the shortage, they've been selling their surplus at very high prices. And we need that money for other things, like paying your stipends."

You walk along silently for some time. Are these people deserters with a moral compass or something..? Finally, Yohann nods. "Alright. But this better not end up becoming a butchery." He seems to be stuck on the free man mentality, if he can just place conditions like that...

"Of course not."

You make your way back to the ambush spot. No one in sight, good. "It's safe to come out. No weapons drawn." Your (other) men emerge, looking cautiously at the group. "These men are to become our brothers. Welcome them, and treat them as you treat each other."

Zawadel approaches you, sizing Yohann up. "Battle of Crow's Peak?" Yohann shakes his head. "No, we were marching out to lay siege to Grunwalder Castle at that time. Imagine how that went." Zawadel grimaces. "I don't have to. Welcome on board." The two shake their hands, clamping down on each other like a vice grip. The display seems to go well with the men from both groups, who quietly begin to shake hands and breaking the ice with jokes and small talk.

"They're getting along fine." Stella remarks. That they are.

>cont

>>29556369
>It's a bit slow because I'm checking with the archives before making a choice that'll get retconned too late into the quest.

>cont
She looks around the camp, appraising the work. "This can work. There's enough room for the new soldiers to hide in. All we need to do now is keep any outsiders away, wait for the elders to come by and hope for the best." She concludes.

The rest of the evening passes without incident. You present your new stipend plan, to a collective of pleased gasps and cheers. You make do with what food you brought, and soon it is night time. You can see the light of a great fire from the direction of your village; Sarius' plan to burn the hides and attract their attention seemed sound.

Stella, sitting and eating by your side of the bonfire, rests her head on your shoulder, inviting you to embrace her. "We should sleep close to our loot tonight. We don't know if they won't try to run off with it and 'settle down with their bitches' instead of staying by our side if they discover it." You wrap your arm around her, pulling her close. "Right you are."

>What preparations for the night do you make?

>>29557128
Thats perfectly alright. I will be leaving in an hour for about 4 hours, just so you know.


Set our most trusted guards to guard the loot, in shifts. (If the loot is unguarded anyway, if it is it really should be guarded) Also improve or start work on a basic palisade, -read pit and crude sharped logs surrounding camp- should only take a few hours to construct if everyone helps. Make this a nightly ritual to protect against night raids.

>>29557256
>clarification, this is our ambush spot for the elders. They're planned to arrive here for a "meeting in 2 days", as explained in the archive link in the OP

>>29557327
Ah, sorry. Obviously Im new to this quest.

Attempt to downsize the camp, consolidate tents. Make us look as nonthreatening as possible while still keeping all the soldies. Cant really think of anyhting else. Sorry

>>29557429
You give a look around the camp. It's going to be a tight fit, now that you've got so many new people. In fact, why didn't you remember to make up for the newcomers when you arrived...? Oh well, what's done is done.

You stand up. "Alright. Newcomers, you're going to be our guests for the night. Your older brothers will be in charge of patrolling the camp." A suppressed cheer comes out from the group. "But. You're going to have to make do with what sleeping spots we arranged for the night." This last bit is not taken so well. "Easy for you to say! You've got a woman!" Stella rolls her eyes.

"We'll be both rotating shifts tonight." You state, but the damage is already done. Whatever good will there was after the initial meeting is undone, as the men begin to complain quietly and not so quietly. "You heard the man, stop crying." Yohann intervenes. "Did you think we'd take turns with the woman over there tonight or something?" Stella mumbles something about never forgetting her facecloth again. "If Ephidel wants us to sleep like a stuffed sausage, we'll sleep like a stuffed sausage."

"It's not like it'll be a regular occurrence." He glances at you, with a look that's not so much seeking reassurance, as one making a statement. "Of course it won't." You say.

The men obey your instructions, and either sleep or attempt to in uncomfortably tight spots, or set out to patrol in the night. As it happens, your night's rest with Stella is remarkably more chaste than you had planned, as two of your lads are flanking you in your tent. "They're snoring." She complains. "I know." You reply. "We'll take the next shift, as soon as the others return."

The others take their time to return, however. In fact, you're quite sure they should've returned by the time of Gilbert's thousandth snore. "Something is wrong." You get up, unwedging yourself from the people flanking you.

>cont

>>29558388
alright well this was quite fun but I have to get going. Hope someone else starts posting who knows a little bit more than I do.

>>29558388
You realize just how dark this neck of the woods can be at night, with tall trees blocking the sparse light of the night sky. Stella follows after you, carrying her spear. The camp itself seems remarkably quiet. Excessively so. Were your tent mates the only snoring-

Did you catch a glance of something shining in the woods?

You suddenly feel surrounded by enemies....

>Awaken the camp, everyone is to look for the patrol
>Take Stella with you and look for the missing patrol. No need to sink morale even further with cowardice

>>29558687
last action. DEFINITELY AWAKEN THE BLOODY CAMP! lol

>>29558687

I support waking the living heck out of everyone.

I have returned! Hopefully not the original QM will as well.

>>29558763
>>29561087
"Alright, all of you! Wake the fuck up!" Your commands solicit a collective groan of displeasure from the camp. You're vaguely aware forcing your people to leave their constricted sleeping spots took away their one source of heat in the cold late Autumn night, but it doesn't register as important right now.

Zawadel drags himself out from a makeshift bed of leaves and twigs. "What's this ruckus about, lad?" He asks, remarkably alert for a man in whose hair you can make out brush sticking out. "Our patrol hasn't returned from their shift yet that's what the ruckus' about!"

"Not good... Not good at all. Cramped space or not, no one would make their shift last longer in this cold..." He mutters. "Well, talk won't get our patrol back."

Yohann approaches, with a step cadence typical of a man awoken for the wrong reasons. "Missing patrol, you say? This is getting better and better." Insubordination is not what you need right now from him. Unfortunately, his mood is contagious, and the men begin to show signs of agitation.

>roll 1d100 and:

>Attempt to command them to stand down.
>Request Zawadel to handle things with Yohann, while you search for the patrol
>Other

Rolled 100

>>29565216
>Request Zawadel to handle things with Yohann, while we search for the patrol

>>29565400
Well... I think I handled that fairly well. Lol

Rolled 79

>>29565216
>request Zawadel to handle this fool while you take care of business

>>29565400
legit
lemme just cancel that out with my nat 1 here

>>29565400
>>29565498
>Well well...

"This will keep getting 'better' if you don't shut up and-" Stella begins her tirade, but you cut her off. "No time to waste convincing him. We have to find out what happened.." You tell her softly. Stella is about to reply, when you turn to Zawadel. "You're both sergeants. Care to speak sense to him?"

Zawadel nods, and stares down Yohann. "You've just joined now and you can't get a grip in an emergency? Did you desert or got kicked out of the Army?" The two men begin to face each other off, although for the time being, Zawadel's steely disposition and unwavering gaze has put off the rest of the men from rioting altogether.

"Good call." Stella says. "Although we've got our job cut out for us. Someone was supposed to keep the fire going." She points to the bonfire, now a piece of ashes and slow burning charcoal. Not a lot to make torches with. "I can lead us around well enough. We won't see people before it's too late, but they won't either. A point over torches, I suppose." She shrugs.

You can get a fire going, but it might take a while, and you'll be definitely spotted by whatever might be roaming around. And the longer the patrol is outside, the least likely their remains are to be found. On the other hand, a lit bonfire would surely lead them back to your place.

>Scout out the perimeter with Stella's aid
>Light torches and move forward

>>29566196
Scout.

>>29566196
Scout

>>29566270
>>29566369
Your sense of urgency outweights your need for safety, and you turn to face Stella. "Zawadel will handle what he needs to. I'll be counting on you to not get us lost." She smiles ever so faintly. "Good. Sometimes I feel like you want me out of the way." Where could she have gotten that impression..?

You fetch yourself a hatched and shortsword, as the night time won't do you any favors whatsoever with your bow. For her part, Stella plays around with the grip on her spear. "Good find, if I rode a horse." A crude joke crosses your mind, but you keep it to yourself.

The two of you slip away into the darkened surroundings. On more than one occasion, Stella calls out a root or boulder jutting out of the earth, ensuring you can navigate the terrain altogether. Just -how- did she become such a scout? Your musings are short-lived, however. You catch it.. A glimpse of a pair of lights, for a fleeting moment. "Stella... I saw something. Halfway to the right."

"What? I didn't-" She grows quiet all of a sudden. "Glimpse of light?" You grunt your confirmation. "Shit..." She turns back to the camp. "What? What are you doing?"

"Be quiet. We probably ran into-" She gasps. You suddenly realize it. Several pairs of blinking yellow light, encircling you and your companion with muted growls. "A pack of wolves." Of course.. Your mind turns to the corpses and terrified destitute survivors left behind on the hamlets and roads, and the feast such a prey might have presented to the beasts. Emboldened by their easy meals, the creatures have grown fat and vicious towards mankind. And you're suddenly the new prey.

You're still a good ways away from the camp. Calling out for help might trigger the beasts to attack, and there's no certainty help will come.

>Call out for help regardless
>Stand your ground
>You can make out the leader, the one approaching ahead of the group; take his life with your bow.
>Other

>Roll. Hidden modifiers apply.

>on that note, I must go to sleep. 3:30 AM here. Vote and roll away, I'll resume when I wake up.

Rolled 8

>>29567016
Kill the leader.

Rolled 33

>>29567016
kill the leader

Rolled 89

>>29567016

Rolled 90

>>29567016
Kill the leader by hatchet throw

>>29554116
Also, what things is the original QM doing?

>>29569766
He is currently doing a quest on anonkun. Here's the link:

http://anonquest.com/adventure/A-New-Nation/-JDJYpGRmC_pu3gZeaEl

>>29567016
it may be a good idea to archive....you never know when you are going to be bumped ooff

>>29574795
>Don't worry, I got this.
>>29569527
>>29567666
>>29567910
>>29568685
89, 90 vs 70, Success!

Well, this makes things simpler right? Cut the head and the body will wither. It's been working out well for you thus far... You take a step forward, against Stella's protests, and hurl your hatchet at the wolf closest to you. For a fleeting moment you panic, as cannot tell the weapon's trajectory in the darkness.

You're not sure if you shat your pants, because the relief you felt sure seems like what you'd get after a gigantic shit. The weapon flies true, and the pair of eyes closest to you flickers out with a thud, and a series of loud canine whimpers. You're familiar with butcher's work enough to know the sound of a hatchet cracking a skull. Right between the eyes... Your relief is short-lived, however.

The wolves growl and snarl, and converge upon the flailing body of the spastic, soon to be dead alpha. "Shit, Ephidel!" Stella hisses. "Good kill, they're angry now!"

The wolves are guarding their fallen alpha, and will attack if given the chance.

>Choose 1 and roll 1d100:
>Run away
>Shout for help
>Other

Choose any and all:
>Do you wish to fire your bow? Tight-packed as they are, it's a near-guaranteed hit
>Give Stella orders?

Rolled 27

>>29575527
>>Shout for help
at least let the guys guarding know about the wolves

>Do you wish to fire your bow? Tight-packed as they are, it's a near-guaranteed hit
yes, get ready to fire one shot, have Stella guard us with her spear, after we shoot, if they attack, drop our bow and draw our sword

>>29575662
>27 vs 50. oh dear..

"Stella, get ready to get them off me!"

"What? What are you planning to-" She gasps. "No, don't make it worse!" By the time she finishes her complaint, you've already drawn your bow and knocked an arrow. You were never one to pray, but you offer a prayer to the gods this time.

You let the arrow fly onto the mass of growling eyes and furr. The all-too familiar thud of arrowhead landing on the ground suddenly becomes a contender for the worst sound you have ever heard in your life.

"WOLVES! HERE!" You holler into the darkness, fumbling for your short sword as they charge at you. "Fucking hell! Always with the killing!" Stella growls, impalling the closest wolf with her spear and struggling to get it off.

One of the wolves charges at you, jumping at your throat. You cover your exposed neck ith your forearm, and get ready to- AGH DAMN THAT HURTS! You cry out in pain as the wolf's teeth sink into your forearm, and in a frenzy you stab the animal repeatedly in the neck and abdomen. Its sense of self-preservation kicks in, and he lets go, limping to the back of his group.

You're bleeding. Stella is just hanging in there, swinging her now disentangled spear in wide arcs to keep the wolves away. They're trying to surround you. At least it seems that way. Things are getting blurry, and you're vaguely aware of a black shape sneaking out of her sight and towards you..

>Roll 1d00

Rolled 91

>>29575973
Well things are not looking up.

Rolled 3

>>29575973
PRESS X TO NOT DIE

Rolled 50

>>29575973


>>29576184
NO!!! FUCKING GREASY FINGERS!

Rolled 62

Nonono

Rolled 26

>>29575973
What the hell happened to muh bandits!

Walking pelts roll!

>>29576353
>>29576194
>>29576184
>>29576158
>1 Crit success vs 1 Crit failure, average not so good either.
>I'll try to avoid the QTE rollan in the future

You catch a glimpse of the thing's fangs as it advances onto you. Just as it opens its maw, you lash out with the shortsword and slice the thing's muzzle, forcing it to retreat with a yelp. Behind you, Stella cries out in surprise. One of the beasts tackled her onto the ground, and as she fumbles for her own shortsword, the wolves are sweeping on to tear her apart.

In the distance, you can make out the fumbling march of men, tripping over the overgrowth and crudely guiding each other with shouts and curses. "HERE! BE QUICK!" You holler out.

>Help is on the way, but you have immediate concerns. Roll and:

>Try to hack and slash at the wolves attacking Stella
>Protect Stella by throwing yourself in the way
>Other

Rolled 13

>>29576617
>Protect Stella by throwing yourself in the way.
That should at least buy her time to get her sword up before we get pinned and ripped to pieces...hopefully

>>29576645
Sure, this.

Rolled 30

>>29576617
we are shield put self in harms way for pretty lady

Rolled 72

Namefags caant roll so I will

>>29576755
My shifty attempt at disguise failed

Rolled 67

>>29576617
>>Protect Stella by throwing yourself in the way
we got her into this mess

>>29576645
>>29576701
>>29576714
>>29576755
>>29576767
>>29576795
function show_alert value="Show User" eval ("x=10;y=20document.write(x*y)");

>Lemme just run a check...

I think we just lost another bodypart .......or worse yet stella

Rolled 10

>>29576876
I hope not, a finger was bad enough for something stupid, something serious is going to fucking cripple us if it does

>>29576851

Oh... so we can lose body parts...? Fuck. God damn hungry wolves.

>>29576948
we lost the little finger on our left? hand IIRC, for doing something really fucking stupid, trying to bluff a rather villainous noble, who said we did such a good job entertaining him, he wouldnt kill us, didn't say he wouldnt take a finger

>>29576851
>function show_alert value="Show User" eval ("x=10;y=20document.write(x*y)");
dafuq does that mean?

>>29576851
>Hm, I seem to fail at this... I'll go with what's obvious then

"Get off!" You charge as quickly as you can towards Stella, vaulting over her and throwing yourself at the tight formation of angry canines. Now that the flash of expedient anger and distress has passed, you wonder what exactly caused you to be on the floor with them. Maybe you thought you'd land on your feet..?

No time for reflections! A wolf vaults onto your back and gnaws at the back of your neck, and two others snap their jaws at your calf and sword shoulder.

"Ephidel!" Stella cries out in distress, as the wolves throw their heads around, mangling your body. You're vaguely aware that your neck is spared by way of her exertions, although you can't quite see what she's doing over the red pain that's coursing through your body.

You do see a javelin catching the body of another one of the beasts advancing on you. Suddenly you are free of the beast's fell grip, and although you're moving in pain, you can defend yourself now. Not that you'll need to do as much, as you see a whirlwind of blades crashing down on the beasts. Zawadel, what a blessed chance encounter...

With spear and sword, your group slaughters the wolves one by one, until none are left with the nerve to defend their fallen packmates. You're vaguely aware of Stella struggling to get you back on your feet, although the fact you're limping is only making things worse.

"I'm taking him back to the camp!" Stella declares. "Don't you die on me you idiot!"

>Contest her decision. You can still stand on your own feet... You think
>Let yourself be dragged back. Let the men think what they will

>>29577243
>>Let yourself be dragged back. Let the men think what they will
lets not make things worse for us

>>29577243
>>Let yourself be dragged back. Let the men think what they will
I'd like to be able to live through this.

>>29577286
>>29577383
You force out a ginger smile to her. "Don't forget my bow." Stella's face wrinkles in anger. "It's like your most precious body part isn't it? The one you think you can't lose?" Regardless, she kneels down to pick it up for you, breathing heavily from the effort. Some of the men managed to produce torches in the interim, which undoubtedly contributed to their hasty arrival.

All in all, a good dozen and half wolves were killed. A rather large pack, although you're not sure if their furs were worth the hassle. Picking up a torch, Stella drags you back to the camp, sullenly ignoring the odd mutter of 'lucky bastard' and other cruder words from the men you just found.

"Good thing these brutes paved a path for us." She says, following the trail of flattened vegetation left behind your men's advance. "Or not. We'll be sighted by anything that's slightly more intelligent than a wolf." She glances at you for a moment. "Guess we won't have to worry about distant relatives of yours." Did she just call you something...?

>What do you reply

>>29577587
"I'm sorry what was that? I can't hear you over the sound of saving you from the wolves.

Also, sorry for getting us into this mess, it was stupid of me, again, one day I'll learn without getting mauled."

>>29577587
>>29577677
That, and at the end of
>"I'm sorry what was that? I can't hear you over the sound of saving you from the wolves.
say "I suppose I could have let you taken the beating while I fought them off instead. Shall I do that next time?"

>>29577587
maybe tone down the teasing in >>29577677 & >>29577799 and play up the 'being thankful for her help' bit, but otherwise good

>>29577677
>>29577799
She called you dumber than a dog, didn't she? Yeah, she did call you that. "Isn't that right? I guess I must be the village idiot, to help an ingrate like you!" She doesn't reply to that. "Don't worry, Stella. I'll let you get mauled the next time. You can be sure of that!" You feel her ribs expanding and contracting in a heavy sigh. In other circumstances, you might've found this a rather pleasant experience, but right now you're too cold, hurt and angry to think of molesting your companion.

"If I wasn't grateful, do you think I'd be hauling you across a forest?" She says at last. "You damn near exploded on me yesterday-" "Today, it's not dawn." You interrupt with petulant pedantry. "Whatever. You exploded on my when I told you to do something that might get us killed. Do you think I don't feel the same way towards you?" She shakes her head, managing the gesture in spite of hauling you, a spear and a bow strapped over her free shoulder.

Her words placate you somewhat, even if you're still somewhat angry at her insult. So maybe making the wolves mad was a bad choice. Perhaps you could've handled saving her in a way that didn't end with you surrounded by angry dogs. "I'll come out of our next scrap alright." You struggle with the next phrase, feeling too defiant, angry and maybe even shy. "I'm.. sorry for doing it again."

Stella's face calms down somewhat. "And I'm sorry for being a hag." She manages to turn her head and kiss your cheek. "We'll need to treat your wounds before they get infected. Maybe one of the men knows about it, but I wouldn't bet on it. Unless you think we can drag you to Tiger Rock without being seen?"

"Orvo will be here in two days- no one day- whatever, the lunch after the next one. We have to meet the elders." You'd also risk the loot being discovered by the newcomers, with such a venture.

>Take your chances with the soldiers
>Leave someone in charge of matters and return

Rolled 22

>>29578123
>Take your chances with the soldiers
Injured or not, we can take the chance or messing up the meeting with the Elders.

>>29578123
>>Leave someone in charge of matters and return
get Zawadel in charge of organizing the soldiers, we can trust him with them

>>29578123

>>Take your chances with the soldiers

>>29578180
>>29578228
>>29578595
>I'm not sure if I want to use that 22...

After evaluating the risks, you come to the conclusion that a group that has survived this long by themselves wouldn't have done so without some form of medical expertise. Heck, if a senile old man can medicate, so can practically-minded soldiers! And of course, you'll get to do the talking with the Elders, when they arrive. "I'll stay around, and ask the men for something to make do about my wounds." Stella frowns, taking you to the tent reserved for the meeting with the Elders. It seems you have a new sleeping spot for the night! "I shouldn't have mentioned that..."

Soon enough, Zawadel returns with the men. Somehow he knew you were resting in the larger tent, or perhaps he's simply accustomed to reporting to the denizens of a tent of that size. "Ephidel, we found the patrol." He shakes his head. "They weren't as lucky as you. By the time we arrived they were half-eaten by the wolves."

Two deaths confirmed. Damn it. "We'll bury them come the morning. Zawadel.. Do you know of any handy cure to prevent infections?" You gesture to your wounds. He diverts his gaze for a moment, mulling over the question. "Usually we handled that with honey compresses, but we don't have honey with us. I'll consult with the men."

Stella sits down by your side after he leaves. "They're probably going to tell you to smear duck shit or something on your wounds..." You laugh quietly. "Good thing we don't have duck shit either." In spite of herself, you see her smile even as she shakes her head. You take a look at her face, admiring her features. Come what may out of this, at least a wolf didn't mangle her lovely face. "What?" She smiles awkwardly at you. "Just feeling good about myself for-"

"Boss, I hear yer in need of some boiled piss?" One of Yohann's former lads barges in. You turn to look at him. "What!?"
>cont

>>29579277
>cont
He nods matter-of-factly. "Aye, boiled piss. You boil the bad stuff away and clean th'wound with the good stuff." Stella's face twitches in disgust. "That's... I've heard as many bad things about that as good things. And isn't cow piss used for that?"

The man shakes his head. "Nah, ya can use yer own piss tae. Heals better if y'eat loadsa ham, it does." You suddenly begin to feel very light-headed, and you're not entirely sure if it's sleep, injury or the man's words that cause it.


>Enter his magical realm...
>The men needed to occupy themselves with something for the day. Look for bee hives when daylight comes and handle present wounds with boiled water. (roll 1d100)

Rolled 12

>>29579439
>>The men needed to occupy themselves with something for the day. Look for bee hives when daylight comes and handle present wounds with boiled water. (roll 1d100)
we can always enter his magical realm if we can't find any honey after a days searching, any long waiting and infection will set in

Rolled 78

>>29579439
>>The men needed to occupy themselves with something for the day. Look for bee hives when daylight comes and handle present wounds with boiled water.

In fact, we could possibly use this as a bit of a training exercise while we are at it. Build up some discipline.

Rolled 51

>>29579525
aaaand with that terrible roll, and it being almost 4am, I'm heading off to sleep, I hope my fellow anons can keep us alive while I slumber

>>29579525
>>29579542
>Namefags to the rescue!

You take a long breath to keep yourself conscious. "What's your name?" He beams up at your question, obviously unacustomed to such pleasantries. "Why, Berthold m'lawd!" Now he lumps you up with those noble cunts... "Alright, I'm going to call you Bert, just don't call me 'lord'. Bert, I'm not going to smear boiled piss all over me. Thanks, but no thanks."

"But m'law- Ephidel, I can tell you th'story of 'ow I-"

"No!" You respond firmly. "That's your elder brother's order. No piss!" His high spirits deflate significantly, he truly thought you'd accept the invitation to his magical realm. "Now, tell Zawadel I told you to get a water boiling and some compresses. And that as soon as the morning comes, you are all to look for bee hives and get honey."

He nods, hanging his head low and leaves the tent. You let your head slump down on Stella's lap. It's almost as if her legs were made for the express purpose of being a cushion! Or maybe you're just exhausted...

Regardless, you blank out for some time, and awake to a stabbing pain in your calf. "Hang in there." Stella formed a makeshift pillow for you from a fresh wolf skin. It's early morning by now. "I was trying to let you sleep, but you're hurting." Her beautiful grey eyes are looking red and baggy, the result of no considerable amount of sleep. She grimaces while cleaning your wound. "They bit you pretty deep... It might gangrene if we don't get Martell to look at it soon."

Stella wraps the compress around your calf, and starts to undo the knot on your cloak. "Not tonight dear, I have a headache." She sighs, not without humour. "I need to tend to your shoulder, idiot." You rise your upper body a bit, letting her hands undo the knots of your clothes and "OUCH!" getting them over your head and breaking the cloths that stuck to the fabric.

>>29580612
>cont
Stella begins to works on your shoulder, cleaning it with generous amounts of hot water, and soliciting an equally generous amount of groans and muffled cries from you. "I have to disinfect it." She says with every other complaint. "Now the forearm." She grabs your left hand, and begins to wipe it clean as well, not any less comfortably than before.

Soon enough, you are all bandaged up, and Stella looks over you appraisingly. "I did all I could, now start praying that the men can find you some honey for whatever Zawadel's going to do." She stares at your chest for a moment, before looking away. You were never very muscular or fat, but the bandit life certainly helped push your body to the former camp. "I'll go and put this outside." She turns to the bucket.

>Tell her to stay. The men will take some time to return after all, and you're halfway naked..
>Let her go about her work.

>I'll be taking a break for now. MBQ:HTE will resume tomorrow at around 11AM GMT

>>29580894
>let her go about her work