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>>48883703
"We're gonna make use of that lizard," you tell Amy. "With any luck we can just drive most of the way up to the lizard pens, especially with Eric here as our guide. River, you'll end up sitting up front with him, as you're the least recognizable of us. The rest of us will ride in the back of the wagon. Knock three times if we need to jump out and fuck someone up."

"Simple," River comments. "...I like it. That does mean I'll have to be the one to reanimate the lizard, so it'll listen to me."

"Are you okay with that?" you ask.

"Why, do you think I can't handle it?" your sister asks, a little defensively.

"No, I think that means you're offering up a chunk of your lifespan and I don't want to ask that of you unless you're actually willing," you correct, patiently.

River blinks, then blushes faintly. "I'm fine," she reassures you, her ears twitching. "...Thanks."

"Don't worry about it. Eric, you up for sneaking us closer to the inevitable violence?"

"Am I still your prisoner?" the teamster asks.

"Her shadows will be right there next to you, so it's a bit of a moot fuckin' point."

And so, you set off, wagon in tow.

You, Nathan, and Amy load the wagon back up while River makes the preparations to reanimate the lizard. You also have the dead officer on hand. Could enhance the disguise, but then again, that might not be worth it.

> Leave the body in the grass
> Animate the dead officer

Okay I'm going the fuck back to sleep now see you when I can see straight.

>>48883813
>Leave the body in the grass
And pray to every single god that a harpy doesn't find it.

>>48883813
>> Animate the dead officer
Just stick him in the back with us, let's get that army going.

>>48883833
GOOD NIGHT BASED VOX!

>>48883813
> Animate the dead officer

just as long as no one will notice the arrows sticking out the back of his head

>>48883813
>> Stick the body in the wagon

Leave no evidence behind.

>>48883813
>Ask Eric if assassinated officers are common.

>if yes: leave him.
>if no: animate him.

I suspect it happens regularly.

>>48883813
> Leave the body in the grass
No human zombies, too hard to tell if the necromancers on this level actually use the officers for practice.

>>48883442
>>48883539
How about a cute slice-of-life bit with Jack and Cuckoo, constantly being interrupted by cock-blocking villains?

Though mainly I just adore cute and funny with a side of lewd, so I might not be the best person to listen to if you're looking for something to test mechanics.

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>>48884866
> spoiler
Degenerate slime, I bet you even enjoy hand-holding

>>48885392
not the same guy, but you are correct.
>>48884866
Yessss, tickle my fetish. Maybe not the villains but why not, fuck in front of them.

>>48884608
This.

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>>48885392
As a matter of fact, I do!

>>48883813
>Animate the dead officer.

>>48883813
>Animate the dead officer
SKELETONS

Lich Bump.

>>48886176
Enemy necromancer, it is still a thing.

>>48886950
and what threat does this enemy necromancer pose to our zombie?

>>48887071
Identifying our asses being there like a giant fucking flair.

>>48887095
flare*

>>48887095
What, you mean like our death bottle, other minions, and THE ARMY WE WERE ON OUR WAY TO MAKE would? How the fuck is having one extra skelly on hand when we go to sack the stable going to make the difference between stealth and detection? Hell, we've got the boar with us.

>>48887095
Dude we already raised the lizard, and if you're worried about the death sense then both the dead lizard and dead officer already triggered that shit

We JUST DISCUSSED raising human zombies with out lovers, you dolts. They don't like it.

>Leave him the fuck dead.

I'm fucking alive. Dishes, caffeine, then will write.

I'ma start the side story thread today too.

>>48887587
No, we discussed raising human bodies as long-term minions, and only Nate objected.

This guy isn't a minion, he's a meat(bone)shield. We're not going to keep any of these things around, we're just going to throw them at our immediate problems until one or the other is gone.

Called, tallying, writing.

>>48883813
You tap Eric on the shoulder. "How common is that?" you ask, pointing a thumb at the dead officer.

"More than you'd think. Give people nothing left to lose and you get a hell of a response," the teamster says with a shrug.

"Alright." You drag the body deeper into the grass and check it over for supplies. You're rewarded; there's provisions for a pair of field potions on the corpse, which you take, along with the man's signalca.

You feel a faint ripple of death as River reanimates the lizard.

"Fetch, take Vim, Vigor, and the boar and circle through the grass," you tell your familiar. "Try not to be spotted.

"Yes, my queen," your small knight answers. He flits up to the boar's back; your undead hands follow him, and the four vanish into the tall grasses.

You, Nate, and Amy pile into the back of the wagon and nestle in amongst the newly-replaced supplies, leaning with hunched shoulders and resigned looks.

"Here we go," River warns, before she snaps the reigns.

Fetch's earlier admonishment bounces around in your head, louder when Nathan gives you a concerned look.

"Were you thinking about animating that man?" Nate asks, after a minute.

"Yeah," you answer, honestly. "It'd provide more legitimacy to the disguise, from a distance. Decided against it, though."

"Any particular reason?"

"At least in part to conserve my energy. Mostly, though, we have to live with the folks we rescue. I don't need them to think I'm something like the Lush."

> Bring up the Broken Jaw
> Pass the time quietly
> Ask Nate and Amy what's been on their minds lately

>>48890085
> Forgot my image

FUCK

>>48890085
> Bring up the Broken Jaw

>>48890085
>pass the time quietly and ask Nate and Amy what's been on their minds lately.
These sound the same already, why split them? Also ask the guard with us if he knew anyone from the Broken Jaw, might as well give him some info about whats been going on outside.

>>48890338
The middle option is essentially 'time skip me to the next scene Vox'.

>>48890388
Ah, nevermind then.

>>48890085
>> Bring up the Broken Jaw

>>48890085
> Ask Nate and Amy what's been on their minds lately

>>48890085
> Ask Nate and Amy what's been on their minds lately

The Broken Jaw should be discussed eventually, but not when you might need to suddenly stop talking and kill more people. Amy might have some input on the Harpies to hear about as well.

I'm about to be running my PF game so I'ma leave this vote open rather than take time away from my players to try and update.

>>48890085
>> Ask Nate and Amy what's been on their minds lately

>>48890085
> Ask Nate and Amy what's been on their minds lately

Bumpage.

>>48890085
>> Ask Nate and Amy what's been on their minds lately

Bump

Thank you for your patience. Called, writing.

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>>48896207
Please skeleslut, you don't need to apologize to us about your midnight proclivities. Though I have to ask, does being a bone-whore pay well? It must be hard to find necrophiliacs who aren't already in prison or under a watch list.

Not to sound incredibly vulgar or lewd, but I'd totally hold hands with you while watching the sun set. Then maybe play your ribcage for kicks.

>>48896207
How do you deal with creative blocks, lich? I want to get back to doing my thing (not that one writer-anon that wanted to do stuff about the Harrow, though that's still a great idea), but it's been tough, especially with such a busy work schedule.

I wish I was a madman like you.

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>>48890085
"So...what have you guys been up to lately?" you ask, at last. "I know I've been a little bedridden and all."

"I went up to Glen for awhile," Amy admits. "Had a nice talk with Harry and Mrs. Applegrove and Brooks, about my intentions and all for everything."

"Wait, did you -" Nate begins.

Amy reaches over and ruffles his hair. "Did! And they said yes, even if they thought it was a little silly."

Nathan blushes, gratefully.

"You don't need to do that with my family," you tell Amy. "...I mean, maybe with River but I'm pretty sure she already likes you two."

"Wait, you don't?" Nathan asks.

"We learned awhile back that trying to tell our kids they can't marry someone only makes them marry the person faster," you admit, shrugging. "Why, did you - you did."

"It'straditional," Nathan mutters.

"That's sweet as hell," you coo. "I really wish I could hug you right now."

"I've been talking with my mother too," Nathan admits. "She's been having a rough time, but Victoria says she's been getting better. Hasn't forgotten how to fight, she just needs to relax and let her body do what she already taught it to do."

"What do you talk about?" you ask.

"My life, mostly. Everything she missed. We talk about hers sometimes but she always wants to know about me." Nate looks down at the wagon floor. "Asked about my father. Her answer was kinda funny, y'know? Told me she was a happy soldier back then, had a boy in every town she went through, couldn't tell me which one was my father at swordpoint."

"You had Harry," Amy says quietly.

"Definitely," Nate agrees. "I...I dunno what to think or feel about it, Bri. About /her/. I keep wanting to shake her and ask why she couldn't have been there for me herself. Why she had to /leave/. Why she had to...to give up on /hope/."

> People lose their way sometimes, Nate
> Love, maybe the question you should ask is what you /want/.
> Go for it. You deserve answers
> Write-in?

>>48896334
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MCZy72HpRKw

>>48897085
Walks or exercise can help (I trend towards walks because I'm broke), in addition to making sure I'm either rested or flirting with ODing on caffeine. Taking a break to write or make something else to get your mind outta gear and then back in can help too. Write with music (try deliberately clashing music sometimes - I wrote a character in an RP for the longest time by putting on love songs during fights and fight songs during quiet moments).

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>>48897194
>Write In:
>You say that like it's an unusual thing. Believe me, I've wanted to shake my parents and yell 'why' at the top of my lungs, but it usually doesn't work out too well, because my hands keep passing through them.
>But seriou, Nate, it's okay to ask why. Just be prepared to get answers that make no sense right now. People lose their way, or have strange notions, or sometimes we're just....not ready to understand.

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>>48897279
Fucking saved.

I gotta hit bed y'all. Votes remain open.

Questions, comments, discussion, feedback, and criticisms remain welcome and appreciated.

Thank you all for reading and participating!

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>>48897194
Huh. I had pegged Nathan's dad as the start of Natalia's downward decline (y'know, desperately trying to save or protect the people she cared about when she Saw things coming). This way though, it sounds more like Nathan was just the result of someone living their life. Happy. Innocent, in a way.
>People lose their way sometimes.

Also, the constant visions probably meant that she was always a little..off. Just a thing with seers and oracles man. A normal life is never really in the cards for them.

>>48897194
>"This is something you deserve to know, but you have to be careful with these kinds of thing because neither of you may like the answer."

>>48897302
This

>>48897194
>> Love, maybe the question you should ask is what you /want/.
Nate is a dweller, a dweller upon the past.
His mom was obessed with the future.
Together, they're TEMPORAL CONVERSATIONISTS.
... who really need to talk about the present that leads to a decision about the future; they wont get that stuck in the past.
Not like their past is .... relevant, anymore.

> People lose their way sometimes, Nate

Bump.

I'm alive. Gonna call and write in an hour or so.

>>48897194
>> People lose their way sometimes, Nate

>>48897323
>>48897279
Kek

Thank you for your patience folks. Gonna call and write after this match.

And CALLED, WRITING.

>>48903130
WOOOOOOOO! ALL HAIL THE LICH KING VOXTHAS!

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>>48897194
You sigh, sympathetically, and lean forward to take Nate's hand. He squeezes yours gratefully. "Nate...you know by now that she regrets everything," you murmur. "People lose their way sometimes. And when those people have great power, or great vision, it leads to a lot of other people getting hurt. Aunt Carol was like that."

"I...I guess," Nathan says, with a long sigh. "I don't want her out of my life now that she's back. It just...there's a lot of things left over."

"Duh," Amy murmurs. "For her too. She sort of expected you to assist her suicide, Nate. Then you up and let her live and I don't think she had a plan for that."

Nate nods, and frowns. "Maybe being useful will help her," he says, hopefully. "And I can spend more time with her when...well, when all of this is done."

"That's the spirit. You don't lose anything by giving her a chance," you agree.

There is a thump on the wooden roof of the wagon.

"Declare yourselves," a voice - male, and imperious - demands from the roof of the wagon.

> Let Eric and River handle it
> Jump out and fight

>>48904779
>Let Eric and River handle it
Not the distress thump.

>>48904779
>> Let Eric and River handle it

>>48904779
>> Let Eric and River handle it

Tell Fetch to be prepared for battle

Domo got y'all another present: https://wildwestscifi.net/nsfw/16200-dungeon-lewd-quest-anatomy-practice-with-bri-and-nate

>>48904868
Love it! Good job Domo!

>>48904779
>Let Eric and River handle it.
No need to blow cover just yet.

>>48904868
God damn, I like it, but am reminded of my own empty existence. Saved either way.

Aight, I'ma snag some booze, then call and write.

Called, writing.

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>>48904779
You and everyone in the back of the wagon go very, quiet.

"Eric the Teamster," your captive declares. "It's about time you showed up, you useless chicken."

"The rest of this wagon's escort got taken out," River snaps. "You're lucky I was coming in."

"And who are /you/?" the male voice asks.

"River the South-Hand, necromancer for hire. The Lush /is/ still hiring, yes?" River asks. "After we got cleared out of the Lichyard I've been fleeing down the Dungeon ever since, just ahead of that whore and her fucktoys. If I need to keep going, you'd best tell me now."

There's a shuffling on the roof, and the scrape of talons against wood. "...He /is/ hiring," the harpy concedes. "Teamster, where are you going?"

"To the Pens to deliver these mushrooms," Eric says impatiently. "And pick up a new fucking escort. You notice the lizard is as damn zombie?"

"An unstable zombie, at that," River adds. "It's falling apart."

Shuffle. Scrape. You hold your breath.

"...Be on your way," the harpy says at last. "I'll inform the Lush of your interest. He'll be expecting you after the supplies are delivered."

The wood scrapes as the harpy takes off. After a moment, River snaps the reins again.

"Well fuck," Amy mutters.

"We'll burn that bridge later," you tell her.

You pass the rest of the journey in anxious silence, until the cart slows to a stop, and River thumps the side. You and your lovers climb out of the back of the wagon and take a look at the Lizard Pens.

The pens themselves take up the majority of the camp; there are ten in all, each holding approximately five of the beasts by rough count, but with definite room for more. You can see storage for their feed, as well as rough but serviceable housing for the soldiers.

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>>48907683
"Where the hell did he dig up all of these men?" River mutters. "More than a hundred that I can see, not more than a hundred and fifty. He's modeled his operation after older forces thus far, so let's call it a century and a half of soldiers, plus the lizards."

"That might be a bit of a problem," you admit. "Between you and Tina we can probably burn them out, but that means no supplies and no stealth. The Lush will /definitely/ know we're here."

"Not to mention killing the runners," Nathan points out. "And fire is both a painful and very indiscriminate way to die."

"I could try to sing but once the folks outside earshot figure it out we've got a problem," Amy offers. "Or...I dunno, take Fetch and the hands, try to sneak past the sentries and just start murdering officers..."

You frown, but a certain amount of dead people is not going to be avoidable for this, is it?

Damn.

"I've got a ballsy idea," Eric speaks up. "But if we fuck it up, we're in it deep."

"I'm listening," you tell him.

"Me an' the knife-ear go in with the supplies. Tell them we got attacked by the dark necromancer on the way to the Mushroom Farm and ran away. Mushroom Farm needs these supplies, so they give us twenty men and we ride off that way. We /also/ tell them that the necromancer was heading for the Seedhouse, and the harpy wants a detail to reinforce it. That'll pull another fifty, to fight off yer zombie army. That's seventy men outta that camp. You and the others hide until they're outta earshot, then overrun the place with that boar o' yers."

...Huh. That might work, and you can muffle the sounds of battle with darkness...

> Burn the place
> Assassinate (You are Sir Fetch the Nightfeather)
> Go with Eric's plan
> Write-in?

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>>48908363
>write-in
Pic related

>>48908363
> Assassinate (You are Sir Fetch the Nightfeather)

>>48908363
How close are we to wherever we're going? How far away is the Lush? How fast do harpies fly? If the Lush is informed fast enough, he be able to send warning or troops there.

>>48908708
Harpies are definitely a risk. The closest major landmark is maybe twenty minutes away by march, call it another fifteen for them to scramble for their weapons and get into formation, but harpies can arrive /now/. However, you haven't /seen/ many harpies either. Remember, this is /part/ of /one/ murder. They may not engage.

Those zombie bats, on the other hand...

>>48908936
We're a necromancer. What do we know about the bats? Can they send information instantly? The Lush probably keeps is sentry-necromancer close to him.

>>48909321
They likely cannot, but their behavior can form signals.

>>48909402
...How much do we know about lizard-mounts? Is there any chance of making them stampede?

>>48909649
Not much. They may be native to the Dungeon.

>>48908363
> Assassinate (You are Sir Fetch the Nightfeather)
> Go with Eric's plan
That way we have less guards to dodge and if River's up for it, tell the guards with you that some tracks are found headed for the New Hell entrance. Get the guard to check them out and hopefully we can ambush them. We can whittle the Lush's troops down to a more managable state.

>>48908363
> Assassinate and sabotage by covertly destroying structures. (You are Sir Fetch the Nightfeather)
>Search for communication devices like the bells.
>Keep an eye out for messengers and scouts, including aerial ones.
>Prepare to set things on fire.
> Go with Eric's plan.

>>48908363
>Assassinate (You are Sir Fetch the Nightfeather)
>Write-in?
>"Make them understand exactly why they are deadmen walking."
For every mark, every stain, and every act of cruelty, death comes!

>>48910405
I don't suppose that we brought any explosives? Do any of us know spells that can be used similarly?

Guys, what's with the multi-voting? C'mon here, don't do this to me.

>>48911188
They're too used to XS.

>>48908363
>Use Eric's plan.

It could really, really suck. But damned if it isn't a fairly good plan.

>>48908363
> Assassinate (You are Sir Fetch the Nightfeather)

Probably has the least death out of all of the options. Eric's plan also leaves River by herself with said Teamster, and while she's a big girl now, we barely know Eric. Also, if we /really/ feel like a zombie army, there's roughly fifty lizards in pens, and they seem like at least somewhat capable zombies. That's a huge chunk of life-span though, unless we kill the soldiers too.

Of course, say we used up /all/ of our lifespan on the assault and the lizard/soldier zombie army, we'd die and get revived, maybe? And we do come back relatively the way we were before we came in, if I have any guess based on what Lora has told us, potentially with the amount of lifespan we had back then...

>>48908363
>Assassinate (You are Sir Fetch the Nightfeather). ENVENOMED WITH JUSTICE!
While thinning out the enemy forces is seriously tempting, I don't want to alert the Lush to our presence a couple hours in. Our appearance at the head of a literal zombie army should be a complete surprise. Maybe we can try causing a distraction elsewhere, like at that Border Farm, while Sir Fetch and his squires get to work. Is there anything resembling night-time in the Cornucopia?

And Eric said that officers getting ganked wasn't a rarity, right? What if we kill the officers, then mark them with something to make it look like there's an freedom-fighter movement in the Cornucopia.
>Sir Fetch claws a symbol into the chest of a dead lieutenant; broken chains. The other officers will think that some slaves got free and sought revenge, but the Lush will know who's coming for him.

>>48911953
Nah, doesn't work like that. And with how far we've come, the respawn thing isn't even an option anymore.

>>48912063
OH OH even better, Sir Fetch might sacrifice one of his feathers to mark each kill. Lora's wings are black, right?

>>48911543
I mean, I thought I made it fairly clear that this isn't an in-combination sorta vote. You have to make different preparations for each one, including and especially regarding when, where, and how you go loud. Going loud's not an optional event in these proceedings.

>>48912249
That's because you never /really/ put your foot down, and have always been kinda open to combination votes and write-ins. You're just so damn chill Vox. We love you Senpai, but WHY DON'T YOU EVER GET MAD?!

Wait, I forgot; you work retail. There's plenty of rage inside of you, but its a cold and bitter thing, reserved for corporate America, child molesters and people who talk at theaters.

>>48908363
> Burn the place

>>48910854
>>48912249
> Go with Eric's plan.

Can't the team do this while we take control of Fetch? He is operating independently.

Aight, I need sleep. Votes remain open; short shift tomorrow so there should be updates both before and after work.

Questions, comments, discussion, feedback, and criticisms remain welcome and appreciated.

Thank you all for reading and participating!

>>48912633
Fetch can't call the shots or prioritize targets.

>>48912908
Well, he /can/, but he's probably not going to end someone's life without first consulting with his Queen of Life and Death.

Also, Lora's marks might not be visible to anyone but Brianna. Though, I think Vox mentioned a while ago that Brianna can kinda-sorta see and hear through Sir Fetch, so maybe she can pinpoint target from afar.

Bump.

>>48913196
They should be visible to River too, if they're marked by Death.

>>48914253
>>48913196
Interestign point. Would the marks be visible to the Lush's necromancers?

Vox! Help us before we do something dumb here!

>>48914253
>>48914266
Definitely means we're going to have to find some information on where he's located. If we can kill the Lush's pet corpse-fucker, we can deprive him of any means of tracking us via Death Sense, eliminate those pesky witch-bats, and prevent the dead being used against us.

Also, if Brianna can now become partially undead, could it /also/ be possible for River to become shadow-like? That's definitely something for her to aspire to; the first living person to explore and document the Dusklands (copyright pending).

Bump for the lich

Small bump

>>48914266
Could a necromancer remove the marks?

>>48916373
The marks were put there by THE Angel of Death.

Most likely not.

I'm up. Called, tallying, writing.

>>48916373
No, but a healer could in theory. The trouble is figuring out what they are first and then curing them.

>>48910854
>>48910970
I say this with considerable reluctance but these votes aren't going to be counted, primarily for the reasons outlined here >>48912249

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>>48908363
You mull it over for a bit, then shake your head. "I don't want to have to just deal with them /again/ later," you tell Eric. "Though that's good thinking." You sigh, and look down at the camp. "I don't want to kill any more of these people than I absolutely have to, but for better or worse these are soldiers and we're prosecuting an armed conflict. Amy, take Fetch, the hands, and River and try to get rid of those officers. With any luck, they'll be nice and disorganized when we charge the boar and the lizard in."

"What are the rules of engagement?" River asks. Then she sees Eric, Amy, and both shadows staring at her. She sighs. "What do we do with the ones that surrender?" your sister corrects.

"Attend to your own safety first," you decide. "But assuming they're not gonna knife you in the back when you turn around, lock 'em up."

"You hear that, Whisper?" River asks pointedly.

"Aye-aye, Mistress River!" the explorer agrees enthusiastically. "Beat savagely, heal tenderly, as a lady ought."

You laugh, and move into the fields near the river to get ready.

* * * *

You are Sir Fetch the Nightfeather, Bane of the Secondborn, Herald of the la Croix, and you have a very important mission.

You and your squires stop at the edge of a building and wait for a trio of soldiers to pass, chatting in worried tones as they walk. Vim leans around the corner and then waves you forward with a thumb, and as one you, the hands, and your fellow undead chicken make for the barracks housing.

Amy and River will be picking off the officers that are around the camp itself. Your job is to find the ones still /here/, either at their ease or attending to the vital business of command. You need to prioritize, though...

> Check the fancier houses; high-rankers will be there
> Check the barracks; sergeants get the real work done anyway
> Sneak towards the pens; the Master of the Lizards could make this a very bad day later

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I need to hit work. I'll be back at around 7 PM EST, though I'll need to hit some dishes and find some dinner. Votes remain open.

Questions, comments, discussion, feedback, and criticisms remain welcome and appreciated.

Thank you all for reading and participating!

>>48917704
I like Whisper.

>>48917704
> Check the fancier houses; high-rankers will be there
The officers are more likely to be at Lush party last time, also more likely to be able to send communications to him if the barracks are under attack.

>>48917704
>> Check the fancier houses; high-rankers will be there

>>48917704
>fancier houses, kill the high rankers.
These guys get the most out of keeping everyone in line, ergo they are the highest chance of being corrupt monsters. Kill all but Lora's friend.

>>48917704
> Sneak towards the pens; the Master of the Lizards could make this a very bad day later

>>48917704
>Check the fancier houses; high-rankers will be there.
We are here mostly to kill the officers high enough to have been at the reward party. The ones who actually get work done and take care of their lads should be able to see that we don't want to kill needlessly, just the ones who truly have to die.
Hopefully they'll refrain from acting against us but that's wishful thinking.

>>48917704
> Check the fancier houses; high-rankers will be there

More bump before sleep.

>>48919759
And one from me

Two hours and change to call.

>>48917704
>> Check the fancier houses; high-rankers will be there

>>48917704
>> Check the fancier houses; high-rankers will be there

>>48917704
>Check the fancier houses; high-ranker will be there.

Does Sir Fetch, River or Amy know what General Riley looks like? He's not an /ally/, but we don't want to disappoint Lora by killing the only guy here who's been nice to her.

I just want to say, when we finally kill that damned Taster, Sir Fetch needs to be the one to deliver the killing blow.

Just, holy shit. His talons are officially anti-demon weapons. Maybe we should give him a tabard or something, with a kill tally.

>>48921456
Are you saying Fetch is our Grendal the Demon Slayer?

>>48921517
Complete with exploding dice! Now, if only we could find some hen somewhere...

Actually, let's be honest here. We all know there's only one woman for Sir Fetch.

Brianna or Amy's daughter, whichever of them has a kid first. Sir Fetch is going to spoil that kid rotten with tales of high adventure.

>>48921670
Fetch confirmed best grandpa ever for adventure families. Comfy kid hat of JUSTICE! COME AT HIM KIDNAPPERS!

>>48921456
>I just want to say, when we finally kill that damned Taster, Sir Fetch needs to be the one to deliver the killing blow.
Poison the Drink with necrotoxin?

Got asked to stay late. May be another hour or so.

Home. Dishes, dinner, then will call and write.

Called, tallying, writing.

Vox, a question. Way the fuck back when, when Amy was talking about The Roost, she quoted her dad.

"Should I curse the day, because I know night is coming?"

Is that... are you quoting something? Or is that you? Because no shit, I seriously might get that tattoo'd somewhere.

And if you're quoting Hitler or something, I'd like to be prepared for that in advance.

>>48925799
In lieu of a direct answer, here's the Google search for the quote:

https://www.google.com/search?site=&source=hp&q=%22Should+I+curse+the+day%2C+because+I+know+night+is+coming%3F%22&oq=%22Should+I+curse+the+day%2C+because+I+know+night+is+coming%3F%22&gs_l=hp.3..33i160k1l2.1569.1569.0.2693.2.2.0.0.0.0.119.212.1j1.2.0....0...1c.1.64.hp..0.1.119.0.6fTcE3mgcN0

>>48925917

I already searched it. I was figuring it might be something obscure (or not in English) if it wasn't you.

If it is... that's one of the better ways I've heard to deal with the transitory nature of happiness - and, in turn, of sorrow.

>>48925958
It's inspired by some other quotes and ideas - as all things are - but yes, it's mine.

I'm blushing to hell and back here anon. I'm flattered.

>>48925999

If I do get it tattoo'd on, I'll send you a picture. I'm not sure if having it surrounded by harpy feathers, or maybe Bri's tophat, or hell - something - would be more appropriate.

Maybe I'll workshop it here.

>>48926166
>I'm not sure if having it surrounded by harpy feathers, or maybe Bri's tophat, or hell - something - would be more appropriate.
Bri's tophat with feathers around and crossed sword&peg-leg in the packground

>>48926166
Come on, man. This is easy. La Croix crest.

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>>48917704
You and your faithful squires skirt past the barracks and the presumably innocent (or at least thoroughly threatened and exploited) soldiers and sergeants therein.

You want the officers.

You can feel Brianna's worry and attention upon you, but she can't linger too long; she has to watch for the battle to break out. You flit up to a window to get an idea of the layout of these houses and find they're much as you expected; a single room, appointed with a bed, desks, and shelves, and a niche off to the side that contains a tin bath. Luxury, for a soldier in the field, especially if the camp cook is any good.

This one's empty, for now. You hop down and dash towards the next.

You hope one of them is a demon. You have a reputation to uphold, after all!

You chirp for Vim & Vigor to check the next window. The hands scurry up with remarkable swiftness, bob in excitement, and lever the window open with improbable amounts of silence. You hop up, followed by your less-intelligent brother.

The officer inside is angrily shouting at a bell.

"Gone!" he snaps. "Every field, every pen, they're all gone! There's been six more deaths!"

Despite the relaxation of his own quarters, the dark haired hum -

No, not human. Elf.

His ears have been clipped.

He shifts, his full armor scraping against the chair. A gladius rests on the desk next to him, with two pila leaning against it.

The voice on the other side, female, answers back. "I thought you said you'd corralled the mages?"

> Listen
> Attack while he's still distracted

>>48927403
>> Listen
At least wait for the call to end

>>48927403
> Listen
It would be suspicious if he got killed during his call

>>48927403
> Listen

Dis gon be gud.

>>48927403
> Listen

And now I'ma link a gallery of knives, first because I fucking love knives and second because one of them has a scene with a coffee pot engraved onto the pommel: http://imgur.com/gallery/tX0AX

Is Bri full of fucking eggs yet or not?

>>48928611
Anon, ovaries generally come full of eggs. That's part of the package, as it were. They're installed at the start of that whole 'life' thing you get going just before you develop consciousness and start to grow up.

If you're asking if she's pregnant yet, she's not.

>>48928611
As Domo's art shows, most acts of intercourse seem to be anal and Domo's art is canon to me.

>>48928611
Only in the morning after a night of heavy drinking. Nate gives her a bowl of boiled eggs

>>48928881
"You need to eat ALL the eggs."
pfft you remind me of that one thread.

Called, writing.

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>>48927403
You hop from the window onto the officer's bed; your faithful compatriots follow you, landing soundlessly while he continues to talk or possibly argue, given the tone and frustration on display.

"I hung every sorcerer I could catch," he snaps. "They're /all gone/. Every scarecrow, every effigy or statue on the entire fucking Floor, /gone/. I keep finding my men choked to death with fucking /straw/ in their throats."

"Who is it you're talking to in that tone, Major?" the voice on the other end of the bell snaps.

"...Myself, ma'am," the man mutters, bitterly.

"That's what I thought. Constructs made of straw aren't threatening. The rebels are toying with your mind."

"They're murdering my men," the Major repeats. "I need those harpies -"

"The harpies are not on offer. Try again."

"How do you expect me to -" the Major begins, only to be cut off.

"Drag in more of the workers for questioning. This is all going to be a moot point soon in any event. Either we'll retreat deeper down, or the necromancer stops being a trouble. Hang a few yokels and see if the rest talk. And try not to let them figure out that you're afraid of some sack-cloth and straw, idiot."

The sound from the bell cuts out. The Major stands in a rage, whirling around to throw the bell - and stops dead when he sees you and your faithful squires.

"Are you serious?" the clip-eared elf asks.

> Shoot the bell
> DEADLY SERIOUS, SIR! SURRENDER IMMEDIATELY AND YOU WILL BE SPARED
> Go for the eyes
> Write-in?

>>48929748
> Go for the eyes
and into the brain

>>48929748
> Shoot the bell

>>48928212
I don't understand how those with the very short blades that are not in line with the hilt work. Especially the one where the axe-like blade is parallel to the hilt, you would have a horrible angle in deploying the force.
But yes, there are some very knice knives.

>>48929748
>> DEADLY SERIOUS, SIR! SURRENDER IMMEDIATELY AND YOU WILL BE SPARED
Questioning time
Or killing time, I don't care

>>48929748
As tempting as the DEADLY SERIOUS option is, I'm gonna go for;
>Go for the eyes.

Sir Fetch is not only a knight of indisputable valour, he is also a markschicken with incredible aim.

The bell can be taken or destroyed afterwards. Also, the clipped-ear thing seems to be getting more and more common. Am I sensing a trend here?

The scarecrow thing, though? We definitely need to follow up on that. Probably the minions/constructs of that Witch that Eric mentioned. We should also try and contact those Harpies; we don't need them to fight our battles, just stay out of the way.

Having these guerrilla fighters will definitely work in our advantage, since the Lush can't be sure that his dead officers aren't the work of rebels (unless his necromancer gets involved). Maybe we can try to cover our tracks with hellfire?

>>48929981
>Especially the one where the axe-like blade is parallel to the hilt, you would have a horrible angle in deploying the force.
I'm not completely sure, but they look kind of like blades for skinning and scraping.

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>>48930076
Blades like pic related are press weapons; you make a fist around the hilt (hand just behind the blade) and essentially punch with the thing, much like how you end up using a hatchet or handaxe in a press.

>>48930113
I think you meant to link to this anon. >>48929981

But that's okay lich, nobody's perfect. Especially at 3 AM. /NUDGE NUDGE WINK WINK/.

Best cut off any chance of communication. Vim and vigour go for his weapon and balls.

>>48930148
I can't sleep I gotta work on a project.

>>48929748
>>48930316
I meant to say
>shoot the bell, write in.

>>48929748
> Go for the eyes

>>48929748
> DEADLY SERIOUS, SIR! SURRENDER IMMEDIATELY AND YOU WILL BE SPARED

Perhaps a quill into the ceiling or a wall to show we're DEADLY SERIOUS.

>>48930317
Ouch. At least tell me you've got a short shift tomorrow (Today, actually). Or better yet, the day off.

Also, are you feeling better? Couple days ago you said you were feeling kinda shitty.
>When anons care more about the QM's physical and emotional health than another update.

>>48930316
That's just crude, vulgar and disturbing. I like it.

Aight folks I'm heading to bed. Votes remain open.

Questions, comments, discussion, feedback, and criticisms remain welcome and appreciated.

Thank you all for reading and participating!

>>48931463
Good night. By which I mean morning. Please obtain a sane sleep schedule.

>>48931516
Never.

Actually sleeping now.

>>48929748
>DEADLY SERIOUS, SIR! SURRENDER IMMEDIATELY AND YOU WILL BE SPARED

Might as well check to see how fucked everyone on the command chain is.

>DEADLY SERIOUS, SIR! SURRENDER IMMEDIATELY AND YOU WILL BE SPARED

>>48929748
>> DEADLY SERIOUS, SIR! SURRENDER IMMEDIATELY AND YOU WILL BE SPARED

>while fetch talks, vim and vigour go to disarm and grab his balls like >>48930316

>>48929748
>DEADLY SERIOUS, SIR! SURRENDER IMMEDIATELY AND YOU WILL BE SPARED
>Write-in?
>"We do not wish to cause needless harm is we can help it."
I really hope this guy has half a brain and doesn't attack the undead chicken knight who seems /very/ sure of himself.

We do realize that, even if he DOES surrender, we can't let him live?

I mean, why lie? Just kill him and be done with it.

>>48933758
>undead chicken knight
See, it's that middle word that /everyone/ gets caught on. Hell, the fact that all of his enemies underestimate Sir Fetch is one his biggest advantages.

>>48933799
I kinda want to see if he has a mark before killings can be had.

>>48933799
He is a knight. He's well aware they're not going to surrender. He has to offer. It's the rules.

>>48933890
..True. But then, I'm a 'shank first, ask questions later' kinda player.

Bump before bed.

>>48929748
>Go for the eyes.
Hey, I remember this bit from when we fought the catgirl demon! Vim & Vigor can grab the bell while we kill this son of a bitch.

Also, spooky scarecrows are spooky.

>>48927403
>You hop up, followed by your less-intelligent brother.
Y'know, I keep forgetting that we still have a second undead chicken. Though, since it's no where near as awesome as Sir Fetch, that can be forgiven.

Quick bump.

>>48933833
One of these days someone is going to not do that and then Fetch will be dead again.

And I will cry like a little bitch.

>>48936348
WE CAN REBUILD HIM! WE CAN MAKE HIM BETTER!

Or, y'know, just be smart enough to not get into those kind of situations without help and a back-up plan.

>>48883703
>You are Brianna la Croix, interrogator of teamsters, and you are making the preparations necessary for a skeleton army. Or possibly a zombie army.
>You're not gonna lie, this is the sort of thing every la Croix necromancer dreams of having a justified reason for, and despite the lasting rage and sorrow over the Lush, somewhere deep inside you're squealing like a little girl.

Yes! Our time is /now/! Muahahahaha!

I'm going to be a little bit, I have to handle some extraordinarily important Real Life Shit before I can do anything else.

>>48936918
Ouch. You know it's bad when its capitalized. No worries lich.

>>48936918
Take your time!

Fuckbuckets. I'm not gonna be able to update; thread's open for questions and discussion, and the vote remains open. You have my apologies, and my plea for your patience.

>>48939819
Plea granted provisionally.

Alright folks, I'll be back just after midnight or around 1 AM. I am /very/ sorry.

You can do it lich!

>>48940492
Real Life has a way of fucking things up in new and unexpected ways. Just take care of yourself, `kay?

Did you want to try another interview thing, with one of the characters? I'd love to hear from River, Isoldt or Henrietta.

>>48929748
> Go for the eyes
Our objective is assassination not this hoo-ha with demanding people surrender.

>>48942031
Can't tonight, I'm inside.

Okay so I get to stay up literally all night, then come in to open the store. I'll update as I can, then hit my shift, go home, and pass the fuck out. This is a really good time to murder this thread. May do a Harry interview to put the sword in it.

Still open for questions.

Home. Will call and write when I can see straight. Or possibly just launch into the interview I don't fucking know.

It's gonna be a long fucking night.

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I'll call and write at the end of this thread so I can start a new one.

I've been informed there were questions for me? I've got an hour or two to spare and nothing better weighing on my mind. Lay it on me.

>>48948367
How do you possibly have ANY hours to spare with a warm succubus in your bed?

Or did she find another maiden to play with?

>>48948367
So, let's start with the obvious; how have things been with the missus? Fun, in the 'I didn't know the body could bend that way' fashion I assume. How have the locals responded? Favorably, I hope.

Did those fancy nobles bring any new business with them? Any favorite or memorable projects? Thought of picking up a new apprentice?

>>48948881
I am not a hot-blooded youth, friend. I don't spend /all/ of my free time inflicting Isoldt's raised and ecstatic voice on my friends and neighbors. Even in the context of spending time with her there is much else we do, including pleasure projects. She's helped remind me of making for the joy of making, something I'd let slip by the wayside over the years. I am very grateful for it.

>>48948367
Surely you've made some legendary crafts over the years, friend smith. Are there many that stick out in your mind, aside from those we've already met?

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>>48948908
Friend, I'm going to ignore the prying into my sex life, but Isoldt's been doing well. She seems happy, and has found a good friend in Missy Brooks. She got a visit from that cook a bit ago. He asked her how she came to Glen, why she was working for my forge, and the nature of her oath-ring. They both seemed fairly satisfied at the end of it.

At the moment most of my work is fairly mundane. Large-scale building projects need large-scale amounts of shovels, nails, and hammers.

>>48948959
I don't know about 'legendary', friend. Most of my work vanishes into the belly of the Dungeon and is never seen again.

>>48949063
I hope you can forgive the wild assumptions. Succubi and Incubi are called the Seducers for a reason.

Have you thought about visiting New Hell? It seems a perfect place for a smith to see, meet others of the craft, and challenge your skills? Or maybe you could invite some of your peers to visit Glen for a convention of sorts, and maybe expose them to some sunlight and fresh air.

I wouldn't say your work disappears so much as walks away..or flies. And they came back to visit! And only a few scratches!

I hear that there's a Dragon somewhere deep below. How badly would you like a slice of that insanely dangerous pie?

How familiar are you with Geargrinders? Seems there's a fair number of them down in the pit, waiting to wake up.

>>48949063
Well... I'm glad that you're apparently dedicated to being aggressively uninteresting. This has been a fun QnA

>>48949063
Got some embarrassing stories from Nate's youth? It's practically obligatory, especially considering he's getting hitched.

>>48949191
The thought to visit New Hell has crossed my mind. I'm...reluctant...to leave Isoldt. She can't go beyond Glen with that ring on, and to be perfectly honest I don't entirely trust her to not try and slip her bonds. Escape is traditional for the Secondborn, as is revenge.

Geargrinders I can't speak much to. The idea is sound, but the thing that bothers me about them is where they're getting their souls from. They aren't of the Firstborn, and they don't appear to be demons. So what is it we've made?

As for a dragon...

To be honest, sir, I may actually kill to get some of that to work with.

>>48949208
Well excuse me for not indulging in your lurid need for erotica. If you want blow-by-blows of sexual escapades, talk to Isoldt. Or Natalia.

...Actually, just Natalia.

>>48949213
He ever tell you the one about his "werewolf"?

>>48949248
>Hey, tell me about-
>No.

>Hey, have you ever-
>No.

>Hey, what if-
>No.

Obviously we're only allowed to ask specific questions, so just tell us what you're actually going to tell us, instead of being a bad JRPG and hanging a fake choice in front of us with lame non-answers

>>48949248
> He ever tell you the one about his "werewolf"?

Not to my knowledge. That sounds like a euphemism for his penis.

>>48949248
You haven't abused or harmed Isoldt in any fashion, and it seems she's enjoyed her time in the Ironlands. If she slipped loose of her bonds and came after you, I think there'd be a far different outcome than you expect. Perhaps an oath-ring for you instead?

Now...why Natalia? That's....I'm glad Nate's not around to hear any of this.

>>48949288
Someone's new to this game. And this is a great way to flesh out side characters we don't see often, so even if answers are limited, I'm happy to get what's offered.

>>48949355
He's an animal in the sheets.

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>>48949355
Ha! No, he /wishes/.

I took Nathan on as my apprentice because of this story, actually. He was always a somewhat lonesome lad; he had friends but never let too many people close, because of his condition. Much given to walks in the woods and spending time on his own, as you may have already suspected of him.

One day, Nathan finds some unusual tracks, and a day later, some sheep start going missing. The lad decides there must be a monster preying upon them and goes to his storybooks to find out what. Keep in mind, he's maybe eight years old at the time, so here's him, poring over these pictures, and he concludes the tracks have to be a /werewolf/.

Nate does the only logical thing as far as he's concerned: he throws a rock through the chapel's stained glass window, steals the lead, and sneaks into my forge while he thinks I'm out to make a knife out of it so he can kill the werewolf.

Why the lad didn't think to get an adult, I will never understand. Luckily I caught him at it and persuaded him to take the matter to the militia, which he did with all of the solemnity and pride he could muster. I took him as my apprentice the next day. A week later, Captain Miller identified two things: that the tracks had been made by a wild wolf with a limp (which was put down for its own good) and that the sheep had been attacked by an angry farmhand with too much drink and free time.

I don't rib him as much about it as I used to any more, but he turns a hilarious shade of red when he has to tell the story himself.

>>48949448

>>48949448
I knew Natalia in fits and spurts, as it were. We grew up here together, though she was a good eight years older than me. She was full of life even then, had a certain reputation for being...affectionate (not unlike Ms. Miller is acquiring, actually...) but loyal and steadfast as a friend. When she shipped off to war we got letters from her, and her close friends - myself among them - got some shockingly detailed stories of her, ah, exploits.

It was only when she returned to Glen with Nathan in her arms that we realized she was covering up deep troubles in her life. She left soon thereafter. The letters kept coming, though we didn't have much heart for them after that. I still have them on hand. I might give them back to her and advise that she publish, honestly. It'd sell to a /certain market/, if you know what I mean.

>>48949656
That's cute and totally something I would expect from an eight year old boy with aspirations of Heroism.

And now, you can rib him all you like about /feeding his goddamn leg to a giant snake made of metal and hate/.

>>48949667
Wow. That's..I don't know if Nate'll want to hear about /that/ side of his mother.

Aside from THAT, would it be possible to forge an item (perhaps from Death-in-Steel or Demon parts) that could effectively put blinders on a seers' visions? Something to protect them from being overwhelmed by their own powers.

>>48949667
Part of me wants to see Nathan's reaction to seeing those letters. Way back when Bri and Nate first shared a bed, someone said "Let's see how bright smith-boy can blush." I think we'd finally get an answer.

>>48949830
>>48949945
I don't know if Nate would want to know either. On the one hand, no one, ever, needs to know that about their mother. But on the other hand, it might do him some good to have an idea of the woman she used to be. I don't know what happened to most of the people who knew her as a soldier. I wish one would come by, honestly. I'd like to know what happened to my friend.

As for putting blinders on a seer, it isn't a problem I've considered before, though some thoughts do come to mind. Gold would be needed, I think, and possibly crystals to anchor some manner of illusion or minor and persistent mind control...

It'd be a very energy-intensive enchantment, though. High maintenance, as it were.

And now I go back to work. I'll update...whenever. I'm gonna need to do some hardcore passing the fuck out when I get home.

>>48950977
You have my sympathy and understanding, having worked many of those 'emergency request shifts' myself.

Well today is being about as shit as expected. Will try to update this evening.

Work kicked me out for being a dead man walking. One of my regulars turned me in, the bastards.

Gonna sleep, then call and write. Questions for Harry, as well as votes, remain open.

>>48954198
Maybe that's for the best, sounds like you need the sleep.

Harry:
You have a prefered (or hated) material to work with or item to make? Had any interesting customers over the years? How long you been smithing anyway?

>>48954198
Good grief, just go get some rest.

Wanna bet they kicked him out, but let him drive home?

>>48954198
Stop being a workaholic, sounds to me you just need to sit the fuck down and do absolutely nothing for a few days.

bump

>>48954198
I took the liberty to archive the thread, just in case.
Take care of yourself, Vox.

I'm fucking alive.

Gonna get caffeine, then call and write. Anyone got a count or nah?

Thank you for your patience with me folks. I'll endeavour not to do this to you again.

>>48959526
Retail is retail. Around the time I was laughing over the pain in my feet was when I felt I understood enough and wanted out.

Vote is tied 5 to 5 between eyes and SERIOUSNESS, so I'll break the tie.
>>48929748
> Go for the eyes
In, out, onward. We have more targets to hit, and we know to keep an eye out for something related to scarecrows. >>48930316 wouldn't be bad for Vim and Vigor in case the elf isn't immediately *dead*.

>>48960692
That works.

Called, writing.

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>>48929748
Your answer is a volley of quills aimed at the Major's face. Vim and Vigor leap from the bed at him, even as he staggers away with your toxic weapons sticking out of his neck and cheeks.

He's already dead, you know. You just need to ensure he doesn't make too much noise in the dying.

You squawk for your brother to fire; his quills bury themselves in the clip-eared elf's wrist, preventing him from reaching for his gladius. Vim digs his stingers into the man's throat, cutting off his call for help.

You hop down from the bed and circle around. The back of his legs are vulnerable, and a leaping swipe of your talons severs the tendons he uses to stand and looses a gush of blood.

His free hand claws, feebly, at the spidery armor that your mistress has attached to Vim and Vigor while his breath and life's blood leaves him.

You can see the disbelief on his dead face when you and your compatriots finally step away.

"Vigor, the papers from the desk," you order.

> Tuck them under your wing
> Send them to Brianna immediately (lose Vigor)

>>48962502
>Send them back immediately
We cant be to stealthy with a bunch of papers on us, and we still have a lot of ground to cover.

>>48962502
>Tuck them under your wing

>>48962502
>>Send them back immediately

>>48962502
> Send them to Brianna immediately (lose Vigor)
If only we could come back for them later, but oh well. Also, bring the bell back. Don't want any one telling the higher-ups about this too quickly.

>>48962502
>> Send them to Brianna immediately (lose Vigor)

>>48962502
>> Tuck them under your wing
>grab the bell

Why do I feel like we'll fail with the demons so that we haveto choose between our objectives and the innocent

>>48964260
I dunno, why /do/ you feel that way?

Called, writing.

>>48964552
It's the kinda thing I would expect if this was something other than a quest and the general fact that we, the /tg/-hivemind, may make the wrong decisions at critical junctions as well as the threat of hidden rolls causing instability.

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>>48962502
"Take them to our queen and be swift and silent," you tell Vigor. "She will know what to do."

<Vigor is coming to you with intelligence> you inform Brianna, as the hand scurries away. You and the others hop back onto the bed and out the window; Vim closes it behind you, for all the good it's going to do. You're on a timer now.

With the overall commander dead you investigate the third home and are rewarded; the woman inside is asleep. She, at least, is human, though you note a lack of armor racks or other armor storage inside. Various reagents suggest that this may be the camp's alchemist.

Your orders are clear, however, and her window is open. Vim chokes her out in her sleep; her death is quiet, in its own way.

<I must confess that I have little taste for this> you murmur. <The rakshasa was one thing, and clearly a villainess of foul nature and little honor. This, though...>

<They won't be less dead if you call them out to face you in battle> Brianna says reluctantly. <We are here for the innocents of the Cornucopia. We do not have the time or resources to be discriminating about our enemies right now.>

<Then the ranking officers are either dead or not on this side of the camp> you admit. <They will discover the death of the Major shortly.>

<Can you hit another target?>

<Yes, my queen. We are heading for...>

> The barracks
> The lizard wranglers

>>48965870
> The lizard wranglers

I need to hit bed folks. Votes remain open.

Questions, comments, discussion, feedback, and criticisms remain welcome and appreciated.

Thank you all for reading and participating!

>>48965870
>> The lizard wranglers

>>48965870
> The lizard wranglers

>>48965870
> The lizard wranglers.

Yup, make sure they can't control the beasts or keep them from panicking. We should also promise Sir Fetch the opportunity to face the Lush's Rakshasa's.

>>48965870
Would a switch to Amy or River's view be possible? Otherwise, I'd go for;
> The lizard wranglers.
Just so we don't have to deal with any mounted reptile-cavalry bullshit.

Also, does familiarizing her shadow mean that River no longer casts one?

>>48965870
> The lizard wranglers
Less people and having the lizards panicky might work in our favour

>>48965870
>The lizard wranglers
I can't help but feel sad about these deaths. Then again they could have become an obstacle towards the Cornucopia's freedom. Damn it.

>>48965870
>> The lizard wranglers
Even doing sneaky stuff, Sir Fetch is the best.

>>48965870
>The lizard wranglers
we don't need mounts running around and the guys that take care of management. Sergeants in the barracks will only have a few that are totally evil and there are to many guys that could raise an alarm.

I'm awake. Will call and write in a bit.

>>48965870
>>The lizard wranglers

Called, writing shortly.

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>>48965870
<We are heading for the pens, my queen, to eliminate the Magister Lacertus and as many of his or her subordinates as possible. If this proves unfeasible, would you prefer that we panic the lizards?>

You can feel your creator mulling it over. <It'd be a bitch to chase them down if they escape> she muses, <but that'd be preferable to having to deal with them. I can work with less skeletons. I can't work with more mounted soldiers. I'll leave it up to your judgement.>

<Yes, my queen> you answer proudly. <I will warn you before I make such a move so that you may coincide your attack with it.>

<You're a good bird, Fetch. I couldn't have asked for a better familiar.>

You strangle the urge to crow in triumph. You do, after all, still have a job to do.

The pens themselves take up the majority of the camp, but the structures near them are also of vital importance. There are sheds to hold the tack and other vital tools of riding, as well as something you mistake for a ferrier's supplies until you remember that the lizards can't be shoed. You cock your head at it, curiously, and then it comes to you - it's to sharpen and maintain the beast's claws, and possibly their teeth as well.

Clever!

There's a lot of open ground here, so you stick to the shadows of the structures and try to observe the goings-on. One, smaller pen to the side currently contains a lizard and what you highly suspect is an unlucky bastard; though he's in the saddle and working the reigns, the beast is clearly upset and not taking his shit. The shed containing the tack has a pair of soldiers sorting through it, one with a ledger. No one here seems to have clearly identified rank, which either means the Magister isn't present, or he's the sort of officer who doesn't feel the need to show off.

What to do...

> Lurk more
> Open the latch on the smaller pen; you could use a distraction
> Kill the soldiers in the shed; at least one of them is doing something fucking important

>>48971725
>Open the latch on the smaller pen; you could use a distraction.
With our luck, the one reading from the ledger is the Magister, and he's probably a fucking mage.

>>48971725
>> Open the latch on the smaller pen; you could use a distraction

>>48971725
>Lurk moar, after opening the latch
Lets see who gives orders first then fuck him and his stuff up some more.

>>48971725
> Open the latch on the smaller pen; you could use a distraction

>>48971725
>> Open the latch on the smaller pen; you could use a distraction

Well that's pretty unanimous. Called, writing.

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>>48971725
|Vim, the latch| you cluck softly. The hand raises its pinky in salute and scurries, low to the grass.

The lizard is shaking, snapping at the empty air while it tries to divest itself of its rider. You see Vim scurry up the fence, then undo the latch and drop down into the grass around the pen, flattening himself so as to stay hidden.

You fire a single quill, directly into the flank of the lizard.

[HIDDEN CHECK: PASSED]

You had been expecting chaos. What you unleash instead is horror untold.

<I am creating a distraction. Do not, I repeat, do not attack> you warn Brianna. The lizard sees the gate swing open and screeches at the top of its lungs. Its rider manages half a curse before the beast sprints from the gate, twisting its body to slam its unwanted passenger against the wood. You hear the greasy snap of his neck breaking as his face makes contact with the wood.

The lizard turns, whipping its tail into the side of the tack shed. The impact caves the side and then the roof in, burying the two soldiers inside of it. The one with the ledger tries to pull herself out, only to be bitten by the angry mount. Her scream cuts off prematurely.

A soldier makes the mistake of yelling, pointing at the lizard and calling for wranglers. The beast leaps, pinning him to the ground before tearing his head from his shoulders.

The others, scenting blood, start to scramble and snap at the empty air.

<Fetch?> Brianna asks.

"WHO LEFT THAT PEN OPEN?" a tall man bellows, running towards the scene with a lasso.

> <I found my target>
> Release the other lizards (you are Brianna la Croix)

>>48973522
>> <I found my target>

>>48973522
><I found my target>
Fucking Brutal, holy shit.

>>48973522
>Release the other lizards.

>>48973522
That's the face of a man balls deep in some sick shit(may or may not be literal) and is going for seconds.

>>48973656
That is Evard, inventor of Evard's Black Tentacles. All his official art has more or less that facial expression, which goes a long way to explaining why he invented that spell.

Got invited to dinner, gonna be a bit.

>>48973522
>> <I found my target>

Thirty minutes or so to call.

>>48973522
> <I found my target>

>>48973522
><Target acquired>

FETCH YOU'VE TURNED OFF YOUR TARGETTING CLUCKPUTER IS EVERYTHING OKAY

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That feel when your brother takes you out for dinner & then brings home cocktail supplies to get drunk with.

No, YOUR family has a problem.

Called, writing shortly.

>>48975785
Your family is better than mine you lucky bastard.

bumpin'

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>>48973522
<I have found my target. Hold back.>

<I trust you> Brianna tells you, with absolute certainty.

"With me," you order, dashing for the tall man, who whirls his lasso as he approaches the lizard. He twitches aside with remarkable speed when you fire your quills.

"Assassins," he growls, even as the loose lizard swats a soldier aside and bites another, its teeth punching through their armor and piercing the man's lungs.

"Aye," you agree, challenge in your voice.

You and your brother separate, flanking the Master of the Lizard. He whirls his lasso and catches your brother around the neck. You see the rope tighten, and then the skeletal chicken is whipped into the side of a building.

His bones scatter like dice on a table, and then your brother is gone, dead for true and for ever.

> FACE ME VILLAIN
> Distract him until Vim can get him
> Run for the lizard and use it as cover
> Write-in?

>>48977872
>> Distract him until Vim can get him

>>48977872
>Distract him until Vim can get him

>Goad lizard with quills into charging him, causing him to split his attention

>>48977872
>> FACE ME VILLAIN
stealth is lost, time for honor!

>>48977872
Supporting >>48978047

Also

> Get Vim to release another lizard if reinforcements come.

And taunt the man, "Assassins are all that a man like yourself deserves. I am aware of the crimes the Lush has committed against the people and the Lady Angel who he holds captive. No-one who can call himself a man could stand by such a thing, much less support it. Today, I am killing not a man, but beasts in human skin."

Mostly because HONOUR =/= STUPIDITY, second of all because it seems like the Lush gathered men who normally WOULD be honourable as all get out and I want to twist that knife.

RIP in piece chicken bro.

>>48977872
This guy can lasso a war bird, better not fuck with him to much, this is a mission not a duel.
>Distract him until Vim can get to him.
If he hits Vim with the lasso and throws him it wont end that easily sense Vim is a glorified scorpion.
>>48978047
>>48978267
fuck me these two ideas are better than mine so I'll throw my vote in here.

Votes've been slow these last couple of days. Gonna leave it open a little while longer while I play games with MUCH DRUNKENNESS.

>>48977872
> FACE ME VILLAIN
AVAUNT!

>>48977872
>FACE ME VILLAIN
Do what you are good at Fetch.

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I'M GONNA LEAVE THIS ONE OPEN OVERNIGHT BECAUSE I HAVE GOTTEN INADVISABLY DRUNK WITH MY BROTHER.

I AM SORRY.

I LOVE ALL OF YOU! EVEN THE SALTY MOTHERFUCKERS!

>>48977872
Supporting this >>48978047 and this >>48978267
When the battle for the Cornucopia is over, we should totally give Sir Fetch command of an entire platoon of undead poultry. We can give them all nicknames, and there'd be a roll of honor for all the fallen.

>>48981103
How drunk is he? So drunk, he ate the fucking worm. Godspeed Lich, and may the morning hangover be gentle on your calcified ass.

I know I wouldn't. Leathers and chains and all kinds of things.

>>48981741
Joke's on you I've already been drinking water and taking aspirin.

G'night all.

>>48982070
I see you've done this sort of thing before.

> Supporting >>48978267

Mostly because I like it when people get told off by an undead chicken.

>>48982139
Oh, me too. I still remember his original fight with Miles in the Vintner's lab.

It honestly seems like, when we're driving as Sir Fetch, we literally cannot lose. Necromantic plot-armor, as it were.
>The undead rooster crows at the top of his non-functional lungs, "BY ALL THE GODS AND DEVILS, JUST ONCE I WOULD LIKE AN OPPONENT TO TAKE ME SERIOUSLY!"

>>48982481
Maybe it seems that way because losing is pretty fucking fatal for Fetch. Poor lad is just a chicken.

>>48982554
>>48982481

I consider the death of our brother fowl to be a type of losing. You'll note the lack of a hidden check, just us going up against a hard target already alert because of the lizard rampage.

>>48982554
>>48982588
I said that the fair knight is seemingly invulnerable, not his companions. And, to be completely honest, I'm still totally surprised that those chickens lasted as long as they did.

Sir Fetch, however, is quite adept at his combat role. A small, fast and clever fighter armed with deadly necrotoxic quills and talons.

>>48982635
Too bad we can't teach him our darkness or corruption magic.

Bump.

>>48982967
That's okay, I'm pretty sure he's picked up a couple rogue/fighter feats.

>>48982070
Oi lich! Would a little silver breastplate and a tabard with the La Croix family crest on it be okay for the miniature undead Hero? He's already got a really spiffy plumed helmet.

>>48984184
Why not actual armor? You can make steel pretty light.

>>48982481
Admittedly, this guy's reaction wasn't "that's a chicken". It was, "assassins!"

>>48984184
Seems like a waste of good silver. Steel works for that, y'know.

I'm alive. Will call and write Shortly(tm).

Called, writing.

Real life ate me, gonna write in a bit.

>>48985924
Damn it Real Life! Give us back our slutty lich!

>>48984616
>Seems like a waste of good silver. Steel works for that, y'know.
But given silver's usage in necromancy, could we make a sort of "1-up" breastplate? That would tarnish away the silver to heal Sir Fetch if he is seriously wounded?

Aight, here we go. Let's kill this thread.

>>48986631
In his case, it would be 'repair' rather than heal. Healing implies he was alive to begin with. So, we'd need flesh and bone as materials, possibly some silver to amplify the spell or as a kind of currency, and a piece of Brianna's life.

Or, y'know, we can just skip right past that and avoid getting caught in situations like this. Assassinations imply a modicum of stealth. Confronting the target in the open is /not/ stealthy. Not when you're an undead rooster with colorful headgear.

Alright, so 'distract' won with a strong showing for 'goad the lizard' and 'plan for an emergency defensive stampede'. Writing.

>>48987237
Hey Vox, this isn't related to DLQ, but with regards to your troubles with Terror and Erebus in RFV, you might want to check out Jasper from Steven Universe. Starts out as a one-dimensional hatesink, manages to transition to a character who you can sympathize with despite still committing horrible acts and very obviously being in the wrong.

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>>48977872
"Assassin?" you scoff. "I could not murder such as you, lapdog."

You duck, stretching your body, as you sprint circles around the man. The lasso sails over your head, and the man abandons it in favor of the gladius at his belt when he hears your quills launching. The blade blocks two, but a third sinks into his hip, and he hisses in pain.

"I know what your master does," you accuse. You leap back from a vicious kick and fill the man's shin with quills. "This is /vermin control/!"

You see Vim leap for the man's back and scrabble onto his breastplate. He curses and yells, but your dash towards him is warded off by a steady kick.

This one is taking you seriously.

/Fuck/.

"CROSSBOWS!" the Master of Lizards roars. He gets his hand on Vim and throws your squire to the dirt, then raises his boot.

Oh no. No no no!

<Tell your sister to open the lizard pens!> you shout, before you -

> Push Vim out of the way
> Unleash a volley of quills

Okay, I need to go for a fairly long drive here (someone's gotta bring the car back home after Mom gets dropped off at the airport); I'll be back in like an hour and a half. Hopefully in time to write a new thread before this drops off, but if not I'll post the link in /qtg/.

>>48988209
>Unleash a volley of quills
GO FOR THE FUCKING EYES! WE ARENT LOSING A BROTHER TODAY AND WE ARENT LOSING BEST KNIGHT!

>>48988209
>> Unleash a volley of quills

>>48988209
>> Push Vim out of the way
No time, and We're more durable than a hand.

>>48988274
It /should/ stay up long enough for you to link back.

>>48988209
>Unleash a volley of quills. Straight into his big, fat, ugly face.
ENVENOMED WITH JUSTICE!!!

>>48988209
> Push Vim out of the way

>>48988209
> Unleash a volley of quills

On my way home, gonna be about 45 minutes or so.

NEW THREAD, FORGOT TO START THE OP IN MY RUSH BUT THERE YOU HAVE IT I AM WRITING

>>48991167
>>48991167
>>48991167
>>48991167