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“I have just the cure for talkers. Full Company parade at first light tomorrow, no wait. Earlier than that, we can do it by torchlight until the sun comes out. You can do all that talking you did just then again and more. I’m sure everyone will be happy to get up nice and early to hear you.” The Captain’s smile reminds you of a wingshark. Which probably makes you the unsuspecting sea cow. “Perhaps a run afterwards?”

“The fault is mine, Captain.” You resist the urge to sink to your knees. For now. “I implore you, punish me not them.”

You can only imagine how that would go down with your peers. What have you done wrong? Nothing! A brisk jog in the chilly Sarsburg morning around the city walls is good for your health, that’s all! Make sure to wave to CPL Prince as we pass him by, it was his idea after all.

“You underestimate yourself, Corporal.” The Captain’s smile nearly reaches her piercing blue eyes. “You’re more popular than you imagine, both with the men and our employer.”

“I am?” This was news.

“You are.” ‘Cutthroat’ Kiranova settles back down, your imminent destruction seemingly forgotten for the moment. “70 brothers and sisters, all the way from the 4th Infantry to the 8th Kreigstrom, all owe you their lives. And the Necromancer? He expected it to take days to crack the wards guarding the Palace, with nothing and no one left of it. Instead you delivered it to him whole, and with half the Imperial family in tow to boot.”

“Oh aye?” To be perfectly honest you preferred your employer’s ignorance of your existence to his gratitude. Positive attention is still attention, after all.

“Indeed.” The Captain frowns for a moment. “He granted your request concerning the prisoners almost immediately, with a few exceptions.”

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> “A few exceptions?” There’s always something. [Elite]

> “What did he say about the dragon?” Time to address the fire-breathing elephant in the room. [Courage]

> “You think he knew what Syka had planned then?” Vermillio certainly didn’t. [Clever]

> “So… no punishment?” Seize the moment! [Experience]

>>301100
> “A few exceptions?” There’s always something. [Elite]
Saint lewding when?

>>301100
>> “A few exceptions?” There’s always something. [Elite]
> “So… no punishment?” Seize the moment! [Experience]

>>301100
>> “A few exceptions?” There’s always something. [Elite]

>>301100
> “A few exceptions?” There’s always something. [Elite]

Guys I know what we have to do to keep the rest of the company from hating us We have to get the band back together

Letting you lads know now, I've decided to implement some changes with the dice. It's still a d100 system, but with a much lower chance of crits.

Additionally, no 'best of 3' (except combat). All three rolls will count against the DC.

0 Success = Failure. You fail to acheive your goal, and suffer some harm/casualties in the process.
1 Success = The task is completed with some difficulty (minor loss of health or casualties)
2 Success = The task is completed with some skill (miniscule loss of health or casualties, further damage inflicted on enemy/task)
3 Success = The task is completed with minimal effort, no harm or casualties sustained. Potentially an additional boon.

100 = DISASTER
1 = MIRACLE


We'll give this a try for now, see if it doesn't mangle things horribly. Any complaints/suggestions?

>>301100
> “So… no punishment?” Seize the moment! [Experience]

>>301100
> “What did he say about the dragon?” Time to address the fire-breathing elephant in the room. [Courage]

I think we promised the dragon, he could kill the emperor, but I don't exactly remember.

>>301107
Well, that should put the chance for crits at slightly lower than three percent. Still plenty in my opinion, but I like it better than before.

>All three rolls will count against the DC.
I assume that you mean the sum of successes, not of the rolls? Right?
And would you mind giving an approximation of DCs for average/easy/hard things? A rough span is enough, I'd just like to throw some numbers around.

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>>301105


"A few exceptions?" There's always something. It can never be nice and easy.

"Sarsburg has already been made an example of. Our employer gains nothing from the death of a few hundred more." The Captain says absently as she scans through several letters on her desk. As if the deaths of tens of thousands are... immaterial. "But the Heigelen Guard have been turned over to Superior Syka."

...fek.

"Which brings me to something I've been meaning to ask you." The Captain stops shuffling her papers to look at you, beckoning you closer. "You say Count Vermillio didn't know about the incursion, but Syka said our employer did. And our men.... my men, were caught up in the middle of it all."

"Answer me truthfully, Prince..." You find yourself leaning over the table as the Captain lowers her voice, eyes like flint. "Did our employer mean for us to get caught up in that fiasco?"

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> "They planned it. And they planned for us to be there. No doubt. There's fek ups and then there's this."

> "We lost 100 brothers and sisters that night, Captain. And most of that was to the daemons, not the Neumunster. 'Accident' doesn't come into it."

> "It worked didn't it? It's not unusual for our employers to give less than a damn for our lives. Hell, this employer isn't even used to dealing with living pawns."

> "His sister Syka is the problem. I don't think our employer counted on an incursion so... grand. Or for his brother to be caught up in it. No, Captain. The fault lies with his crazy bitch sister."

>>301118
> "We lost 100 brothers and sisters that night, Captain. And most of that was to the daemons, not the Neumunster. 'Accident' doesn't come into it."

>>301118
> "We lost 100 brothers and sisters that night, Captain. And most of that was to the daemons, not the Neumunster. 'Accident' doesn't come into it."

>>301118
>> "His sister Syka is the problem. I don't think our employer counted on an incursion so... grand. Or for his brother to be caught up in it. No, Captain. The fault lies with his crazy bitch sister.

The Necromancer lord is apathetic.

Syka is straight up malicious

>>301118
> "His sister Syka is the problem. I don't think our employer counted on an incursion so... grand. Or for his brother to be caught up in it. No, Captain. The fault lies with his crazy bitch sister."

>>301118
>> "We lost 100 brothers and sisters that night, Captain. And most of that was to the daemons, not the Neumunster. 'Accident' doesn't come into it."

Altough I'm rather sure that it was Syka's plan, though I've no idea wether or not the Necromancer himself was in on the plan, or even endorsed it.

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>>301123
>>301128

"We lost 100 brothers and sisters that night, Captain. And most of that was to the daemons, not the Neumunster. 'Accident' doesn't come into it."

“My thoughts are the same.” The Captain grunts “The 4th, 5th and 6th Infantry are woefully understrength. As for the Kreigstrom… there’s barely enough for one platoon let alone two. I’m folding what’s left of the 8th into 7 until we have the numbers again.”

“The position of Sergeant is absent.” She flicks one of the papers towards you. “What do you think of Corporal ‘Bad Hand’ for the position?”

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> “I like the crazy bastard but he’s exactly that. A crazy bastard.” Put yourself forward for the position.

> “Bad Hand can be trusted. He’s everything a Sergeant should be.” Support Corporal Bad hand’s promotion.

>>301138
What are the pros and cons of being a sergeant?

>>301138

> “I like the crazy bastard but he’s exactly that. A crazy bastard.” Put yourself forward for the position.

Perfect choice to lead in the fray but no so much in the day-to-day unit management

Besides,Sergeants get paid better right?

>>301138
>> “Bad Hand can be trusted. He’s everything a Sergeant should be.” Support Corporal Bad hand’s promotion.

>>301142
Pro: More pay. An extra stripe on your collar. Holding rank over your fellow Corporals. If you have a decent LT, he'll pretty do what you suggest.

Con: No command of a squad. More responsibilities. More paperwork. More headaches. If you have a bad LT, they won't give you the time of day.

>>301146
Also there's no such thing as good LTs.

>>301138
>> “I like the crazy bastard but he’s exactly that. A crazy bastard.” Put yourself forward for the position.
A mad dog should be put on a leash, not given praise.

>>301138
> “Bad Hand can be trusted. He’s everything a Sergeant should be.” Support Corporal Bad hand’s promotion.

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>>301149
This is black company. We're mad dogs all.

>>301138
> “I like the crazy bastard but he’s exactly that. A crazy bastard.” Put yourself forward for the position.

>>301138
> “I like the crazy bastard but he’s exactly that. A crazy bastard.” Put yourself forward for the position.so wellcome back op beening waiting for black company

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>>301143
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>>301162
>>301180

“I like the crazy bastard but he’s exactly that. A crazy bastard.”

Sergeant is just one step below the officer corp, and who trust those fekkers? Any good NCO worth his salt knows nothing grand comes of their ilk. That said… at the end of the day you’re not sure if you can bring yourself to actually follow the kind of orders ‘Bad Hand’ would be likely give. You’re not sure you have the guts for that kind of heroism.

“Good.” The Captain dismisses your misgivings with an absent minded wave of her hand. “The Kreigstrom need his brand of bloody-mindedness. That brings me to the next order of business. The position of Lieutenant.”

“Isn’t Keys up for it?” You find yourself frowning.

“Rot set in it. He hasn’t got long.”

“Ah. Shame.” Not really. Pretentious prick.

“Which leaves the position of Lieutenant for 7th Platoon… vacant.”

“Hang on.” You don’t like where this is going.

“You have a sterling record, Prince. To name but a few; Far Sut Rus, Albani… and Ajiyimad.” The name of place drops into the abyssal silence like a stone.

“…yeah but… not me right?”

“Yes you… Lieutenant Prince.”

A commission. Command, responsibilities, authority, paperwork… This can’t be happening.

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> “THIS is how you punish insubordination?” [Courage]

> “I must regretfully decline, Captain.” [Elite]

> “Now that I think about it, Bad Hand would make a fantastic Lieutenant.” [Clever]

> Consider desertion, suicide or developing a crippling drug habit. [Experience]

>>301182
>> “Now that I think about it, Bad Hand would make a fantastic Lieutenant.” [Clever]
do not want!! also the higher up we are the lest senaking we can do and we got alot of that to do befor long, drgon, saint and that crpple girl and of couse hiting on the boss*we is it that the dice forsake us every time we go for her!!)

> “THIS is how you punish insubordination?” [Courage]

Then threaten to:

> Consider desertion, suicide or developing a crippling drug habit. [Experience]

Anything but paperwork...please.

>>301182
>> “THIS is how you punish insubordination?” [Courage]

Maybe also mention that we nearly died during the battle. About three or four times. Because we can only lead from the front.

>>301182
> “THIS is how you punish insubordination?” [Courage]

>>301182
>> “I must regretfully decline, Captain.” [Elite]

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>>301191
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>>301219

“THIS is how you punish insubordination?!”

“I punish insubordination however it suits me.”

“I… I nearly died in the fighting! I always lead from the front!”

“How exemplary.” She says with a smirk.

“The… the men won’t respect someone promoted from the rank and file. I’ve been in the muck with them too long.”

“Who, the members from the 8th that you’ve never served with? Or the squad you’ve commanded for all of…one week?” Damn her.

“I’ll start drinking.”

“You haven’t already?”

“Why? …revenge?”

‘Cutthroat’ Kiranova scoffs. “Don’t be so self-centred, Lieutenant.” Don’t call me that “This about the Company. We don’t have many NCOs with your experience, and even fewer officers.”


You shut the door behind you, your new pins gripped shakily in your left hand. What just happened… Trooper ‘Kid’ stares quizzically at you. You don’t feel different. No sudden sense of… officeryness. No sudden tactical notions or grand ideas…

“Come Kid…”

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>“I need to talk to that fekking Dragon.”

> “We need to find Captain Elia before…”

>”I need to speak to the Squad.”

> “I need a fekking drink.”

>>301230
>”I need to speak to the Squad.”

>>301230
>>“I need to talk to that fekking Dragon.”
then a drink or drink and talk with dragon

>>301230
>>>”I need to speak to the Squad.”

Also, is there any chance to get a couple of exemplary DCs, assuming they changed with your new system?

>>301236
>is there any chance to get a couple of exemplary DCs, assuming they changed with your new system?

How do you mean?

Wait, are we in charge of the entire Kriegstorm now?

>>301241
What's left of it... yes.

Around 30 of the meanest and leanest armoured fighters that the Company has to offer,

>>301230
>I need to get piss drunk before speaking to that dragon.

>>301240
I'd be interested in rough DCs for easy/average/hard tests, if they changed with the change in system. Just a rough estimate, to do a bit of maths, see how chances would turn out.

>>301230
>> “We need to find Captain Elia before…”

>>301245
DC is the same mostly (Heroic 20, Hard 40) etc. The difference being replacing the averaging with numbers of success. So statistically more often than not you'll succeed, but you'll risk casualties or harm without consistent luck.

>>301251
You do realise that your trip has been dropped for an hour right?

>>301248
Captain Elia is the Saint by the way

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>>301253
Shit. I guess I'm more tired than I thought. Been a pretty crappy week to be honest. I know it's lame to say but this is all I've been looking forward to all week.

I might give it a rest soon, get some sleep.

TL;DR. I'm fucking up and I would like to continue this tomorrow. Sorry fellas

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Meanwhile, give some consideration as to the positions you need to flesh out in 7th Platoon, especially with what's left of 8th being merged into it.

>7th Platoon Sergeant: Bad Hand, or one of the surviving Lance-Corporals
>1st Squad CPL: Jack/Auntie/WhiteBitch/Hirstun/Murder
>2nd Squad CPL: Jack/Auntie/WhiteBitch/Hirstun/Murder
>3rd Squad CPL: Jack/Auntie/WhiteBitch/Hirstun/Murder


Other positions unique to an LT's staff.

>Aide-de-camp: Messenger and errand-runner
>Notary: Glorified secretary
>Knight-Taskmaster: Company's head Blackguard. Doubles as a bodyguard.
>2nd Lieutenant: What it says on the tin. Takes over if you die or close enough.

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>>301265
>>Aide-de-camp: Messenger and errand-runner

useful if we don't want to go to the post or make purchases ourselves.

Then again:
>Notary: Glorified secretary

Less paperwork? Hell yes.

>>301271
You don't have to choose between them, these are positions that need to be filled.

>>301267
>She is not for lewd.

Yes but when can we lewd her though?

>>301265
but but you havent finshed yet!!!
now i fell like that chick that gets picked up couse we wore talking hella game but then bust in 4 pumps:( get ready for round too fast:)
>>301279
when we become good? or over thow the guy that hiard us and give her back her people? like when become a sanit ourslf.

>>301267
The kind that wants responsibilites, eh?

Might be a good choice for Aide-de-camp or Notary, if he actually likes to work.

>>301265
Welcome back qm been missing this quest for a while.

>>301279
We just have to corrupt her into a blackguard.

>>301267
>7th Platoon Sergeant: Bad Hand
>1st Squad CPL: Auntie
>2nd Squad CPL: WhiteBitch
>3rd Squad CPL: Hirstun

Other positions unique to an LT's staff.
>Aide-de-camp: Kid.
This can go hand in hand with standard bearer, and is a good choice for a young kid.
>>Notary: Murder.
Let her temper solve problems we don't need to see
>>Knight-Taskmaster: Pietre Verdun.
He has the skill to insure the rest of them improve, and he can speak.
>>2nd Lieutenant: Jack.
He may hate us for it, but we need a reliable second in command, and he definitely is.

Other things we should do:
>Try to convince Asgorga to enlist with the company for a decade.

>Take Captain Elia-von-Harti as our personal prisoner, since she surrendered to us.
We'll either convince her to work for us and join the Black Company where else is she going to go, her empire has just been destroyed or ransom her off, in which case we should put a double portion towards keeping our remaining 30 troopers alive (better armor for all, more combat drill, etc)

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>>301236

“I need to see the squad… the most awful thing has happened.”

Kid spots your new pins, looks back up to you and shrugs. Clearly they don’t appreciate how utterly ruined your life is now. You almost ask them for a smoke, but refrain. There are quicker ways to kill yourself.

The walk back to the West Ballroom is quiet. You don’t feel much like talking and Kid can’t. You peer through the doorway, not particularly keen to confront your lads with this. Looks like they aren’t here except for the bedridden smile, but…

‘That’s T. Tu eeh. See, it looks like I but with a thingy on the top.’

You’re not sure that you’ve ever seen a stranger sight. The crippled orphan Jessica is currently sitting on Smile’s lap, his ruined face wrapped up like one of those Ajiyimad Mummies the Turncoats whisper about. Meanwhile the legless orphan, clearly not one to let a crippling get her down, is reading out of what appears to be a picture book. The Hungry Hungry Ashworm? Always a classic.

It’s hard to tell from here, but the Wildborn seems extremely uncomfortable. Probably struggling to confront his dismal literacy and the fact that other species have mini-versions of themselves at the same time.

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> “Come on Kid, let’s help the big guy out.” Blasted Neumunster folk. Can’t even leave them alone with your men without them getting all helpful and educational.

> “Shhhhh.” This is both adorable and hilarious. Leave Smiles to the mercy of his 8-year-old tutor, you can tell him later.

>>303100
> “Shhhhh.” This is both adorable and hilarious. Leave Smiles to the mercy of his 8-year-old tutor, you can tell him later.

>>303100
>> “Shhhhh.” This is both adorable and hilarious. Leave Smiles to the mercy of his 8-year-old tutor, you can tell him later.

We don't want to interrupt their bonding time.

>>303100
>"Shhhh." This is both adorable and hilarious. Leave Smiles to the mercy of his 8-year-old tutor, you can tell him later.

> “Shhhhh.” This is both adorable and hilarious. Leave Smiles to the mercy of his 8-year-old tutor, you can tell him later.

>>303100
> “Shhhhh.” This is both adorable and hilarious. Leave Smiles to the mercy of his 8-year-old tutor, you can tell him later.

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>>303356

Trooper Kid makes to enter but you pull them back, one finger pushed to your lips.

"Shhhh." Which earns you one raised eyebrow. “Let’s find the others first, leave Smiles to his pleasant company, eh?”

Their creeping grin suggests that Kid is starting to see the funny side of it, but their smile freezes when they look over your shoulder.

“Ah. If it isn’t the soldier boy from the other night. How ever did you remain among the living?”

You freeze at the sound of her voice. Superior fekking Syka.

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> “Certainly not from any effort on your part, witch.” [Courage]

> “Madame Superior, what a pleasant surprise…” [Clever]

> “Discipline, luck and a little help from the inside.” [Elite]

> “I’ve been surviving the muck-ups of my seniors all my life, Superior.” [Experience]

>>303380
Cup aeron saved me ma'am

>>303380
>> “Madame Superior, what a pleasant surprise…” [Clever]

>>303380
>“I’ve been surviving the muck-ups of my seniors all my life, Superior.” [Experience]

>>303380
> “Madame Superior, what a pleasant surprise…” [Clever]

>>303380
> “Madame Superior, what a pleasant surprise…” [Clever]
> “Discipline, luck and a little help from the inside.” [Elite]

>>303380
> “Discipline, luck and a little help from the inside.” [Elite]

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>>303465
>>303466
>>303494

"Madame Superior, what a pleasant surprise."
You resist the urge to grind the words out between your teeth. "There wasn't much to it. Discipline, luck and a little help from the inside."

It's the truth more or less, but Superior Syka still stares at you suspiciously. You dread to think of the attention the minor Saint and other Heigelen Guard must be receiving under her tender care.

"I see. Is. that. so?"

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>Medium 60 [+5 Clever/Elite II]
> DC 65
Each success is an additional piece of information

3 rolls of 1d100 please, roll under.

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>303602

Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>303602

>>303602

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>303602

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>303602

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>>303640
> 2 SUCCESS!
>[GREAT SUCCESS]
And as both of those beat the DC by over 20 there will be another boon down the road.

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"Hmph. And I was so looking forward to having a new Revenant." Syka looks rather put out at your continued survival. "Truth be told I had every intention of turning you anyway after I found out that it was you who had my brother release those prisoners..."

You find your hand creeping steadily towards on of your daggers. If anything will work on this witch it's the Blessed Blade. Kid, bless their heart, goes so far as to nonchalantly take a step back from you, not wanting to get caught up in any magikal conflagration that might accompany your demise. It's that kind of knack for self-preservation that cements them as one of your lads.

"BUT! I've decided to forgive and forget, we all source Our Dark Lord in our own ways, yes?" The words are there but you look nothing like forgiven. "And at least I still have what's left of the Heigelen Guard to play with in the dungeon... I'm sure the Yellow Dogs have already gotten started. It's amazing what they're willing to do when they get the smell loot."

Syka does a sort of skip and dance down the hallway giggling crazily. "See you later, Corporal!"

"...!" You and Kid breathe out a simultaneous sigh of relief.

"Yeah, that was a close one."

"...?" Kid gives you questioning look.

"I know, Trooper, I know."

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> "We need to help the Saint." Now. From what Syka says they've already started the... interrogations.

> "We need to get help." Grab whoever you can (Pick Two), then head down to the dungeons.

> "It's not our problem, Kid." She's not one of you, and you're done with sticking your neck out for non-Company members.

> "We need to see the Lord-Captain." It'll take a while, but this is the avenue least likely to end in bloodshed. (well, apart from Saint's in the meantime)

>>303718
I really need to stop posting in other quests, keep forgetting to put my trip back on.

>>303718
>> "We need to help the Saint." Now. From what Syka says they've already started the... interrogations.
we only care about the saint so we can interrogat her by ourslefs(its what we can use to get her away from them)

>>303718
> "We need to help the Saint." Now. From what Syka says they've already started the... interrogations.

>>303718
>"We need to see the Lord-Captain." It'll take a while, but this is the avenue least likely to end in bloodshed. (well, apart from Saint's in the meantime)
Our boss is already supscious of us about the prisobers, but now going to save a FEMALE saint is parnount to suicide.

You need to update the pastebin with our fancy new armour btw.

>>303718
>"We need to help the Saint." Now. From what Syka says they've already started the... interrogations.

>>303770
True, I forgot about our fly new style. At least we are actually dressed like an LT now.

>>303766
the big boss or our carzy ex boss?(i thikn she still has a thing for us) so she might not like that we save this girl but play it off like this we cant realy kill deamons that well(we can but only agest 1 at a time) but the saint can kill lots so think of it like insornce argest the big boss that got us for this job as they did let demons eat us

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>>303761
>>303772

She’s not Black Company, not one of your lads. Not your problem. You lied to her about the orphans. You made her cry. She saved your life. Twice. So really, you can’t pretend you don’t owe Captain Elia von Harti anything. And you’ve always had a thing for tough damsels in distress. Or causing you distress.

"We need to help the Saint." You say, looking down at Kid.

“…” Kid grins and pats the dagger at their side.

“You know, you and Mask must get along fantastically.”

An obscene gesture is your only response.
Yesterday the dungeons were packed, you couldn’t take a step without shoving into a Sarsburg prisoner or their skeletal jailers. Now, nothing. Or nearly nothing. Further up echoe the distinct sounds of flesh on flesh. The meaty slaps, the animal grunting and of course, the almost tired screams. Funny, how torture can sound so much like fekking.

Streaks of blood, teeth and other stains you can’t quite identify are scattered throughout the dimly-lit room. In one corner lies a pile of fresh corpses, opposite them several limp figures hang from the wall in chains watching the interrogation with blankstares, knowing they’ll soon be next.

2 Cultists. Old men, even with the robes and talismans they look more like decrepit tutors than crazed fanatics. They’re both huddled over a table with odd instruments, looking up occasionally at the interrogation and frantically taking notes.

3 Yellow Dogs. The skinny one is holding up the Heigelen Guard, looks like the same one Captain Elia talked to at the side entrance. Brendan? Another Yellow Dog is sitting in the corner by the corpses, the mask not quite hiding the smile in his bright blue eyes. The last one, a strikingly ugly fellow with a plethora of pock marks, is beating the unfortunate Palace Guard, his questions punctuated with each strike of his ham-like fists. Seems they’ve given up on taking fingers and using brands. That’s the problem with these Yellow Dogs. No creativity.

‘Where’

thwack

‘is the fekking’

thump

‘money?!’

crunch

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[Cont]

>>303824
like is this realy that bad? like it makes sisne to me

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>>303839

‘Oi.’ Blue eyes notices you and Kid first, his eyes narrowing and his hand dropping to his side in expectation. The ugly one pauses to fix you with a glare that you suppose is meant to be intimidating, drawing himself up.

You nod at one of the figures chained to the wall. ‘I’m here for her.’

‘That so?’ The ugly one sneers, giving you a clear few of his poor dentistry.

‘Reckon she’s what knows where that hidden gold is then, aint she?’ The scrawny one shoves Brendan’s head down, his skull hitting the stone floor with a sharp crack.

Kid's hand had nonchalantly strayed to the hilt of their dagger. Maybe they weren't too keen to tackle Syka head on, but they've got your back here.

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>“What gold?” [Experience]

> “Sure. We’ll split it three ways. All you have to do is hand her over first.” [Clever]

> “I don’t have time for this.” Stab the ugly one. [Elite COMBAT]

> “I’m going to say this once. Out of my fekking way.” Draw your pistol on the scrawny one. [Courage]

>>303841
I think you were saying... pretend to the Captain that we keep the Saint around just because she is good at killing daemons? Is that the gist of it?

>>303859
> “Sure. We’ll split it three ways. All you have to do is hand her over first.” [Clever]
Sup Cap'n

>>303859
> “I’m going to say this once. Out of my fekking way.” Draw your pistol on the scrawny one. [Courage]

>>303859
didnt we give the gold to the dragon as payment to work for us? y dont we tell them where the gold is and elet the dragon kill/eat them?
>>303863
yer pretty much this and she might like a play thing

>>303859
> “I’m going to say this once. Out of my fekking way.” Draw your pistol on the scrawny one. [Courage]
I mean, we are wearing the cloak, and have the spookiest armour around.

>>303859
>“What gold?” [Experience]

>>303870
The dragon has agreed to tag along with your lot if he gets to be the one to eat the Emperor.

Your Captain has indicated that, while your employer might have liked the idea of a ransom or hostage, a dragon on your side is just as good. Besides, how are they supposed to lord over Neumunster (or what's left of it) while the rightful ruler still lives?

>>303889
hmm true we if we are like we get tot ride it become the new rule by badass mahah
so that means we can send ties rats into the dragon lare to be eaten right?

>>303859
>> “I’m going to say this once. Out of my fekking way.” Draw your pistol on the scrawny one. [Courage]

Spooky Armor? Check.
Bad Ass Cloak? Double Check.

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>>303869
>>303875
>>303923

>Hard [40]
> DC 55 [+5 Cloak of Command, +10 Blackthorn Armour]

3 1d100 please.


1 Success means you kill one before Combat ensues.
2 Means you only have to kill one before they back down.
3 Success means they back down.

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>304015

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>304015

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>304015
welp

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>>304019
>>304022
>>304024
> 2 SUCCESS
> [GREAT SUCCESS]

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Additionally, since the success beat the DC by well over 40 or so the kill will be award automatically.

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Which Yellow Dog do you make an example of?

>Ugly
>Blue Eyes
>Scrawny

>>304043
>Blue Eyes

>>304043
>Scrawny

>>304043
>blue eyes

clearly the leader/smarter one

>>304043
>Blue Eyes

I didn't like that look in his eyes.

>>304043
>Blue Eyes

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>>304061
>>304070
>>304085
>>304090

Ugly and Scrawny stop up short when you pull out your Ajiyimad Pistol. Gunpowder weapons aren't common, but they're prevalent enough to be recognised by this lot.

Blue Eyes on the other hand, doesn't seem perturbed His smiling eyes never leaving you or showing a trace of fear. You don't like that. So you switch your aim over to him and pull the trigger.

BLAM

The shot is painfully loud in the confined space. Followed by the thud of Blue Eye's body and the clatter of the crossbow he was slowly reaching for. Then silence, except for the scribbling of the old cultists who are (apparently) still taking notes.

"Any other heroes?" You ask Ugly and Scrawny with a growl.

The two shake their heads numbly, backing off with their hands raised. Trooper Kid frisks Blue Eyes disappointed to find no coin but they do find the keys to Saint Elia's shackles.

She has looked better. Split lip, a few bruises and a missing ring finger on her right hand, sawn off at the second knuckle. But it could be worse. Much worse. Trooper Kid keeps an eye on the Yellow Dogs as you bundle up her limp form and prepare to carry her.

"Please..." she whispers through a bloody mouth.

The remaining shackled Heigelen Guard look at you with something approaching hope. You expect her to beg for their lives... or go on about duty. Or maybe vengeance on the ones who hurt her...

"...I don't want to die down here. I just... please, I want to live..."

Of course. We all do, when it comes down to it.

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> What do you do/say?

>>304155
You might not think so when you learn of the price for your survival, for now sleep and try to forget it.

>>304155
Supporting this >>304176

>>304176
Sounds better than anything I can come up with.

>>304176
Good enough for me. Short and to the point though it would be nice to see if any of the remaining guards look to be Blackguard material.

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>>304176
>>304182
>>304203
>>304221

“You might not think so when you learn of the price for your survival, for now sleep and try to forget it.”

Captain Elia von Harti doesn’t say a word as you leave the dungeon, Kid jabbing threateningly with their dagger to ensure Scrawny and Ugly don’t follow you. By the time you make it back to the West Ballroom she’s sound asleep. Or unconscious.

“Ah, Kid-Trooper! Sadiq-Corporal!” Trooper Belhamun beams at you and Kid as you enter. Looks like the rest of the squad has shown up, given the glistening sweat and the ravenous way they’re digging into dinner they must have been training or exercising outside.

“thinally.” Smiles lisps from under his bandages, Jenny fast asleep on his lap.

“Hey look, the last one he rescued lost her legs but this one only lost a finger.” Trooper Schuster’s burn scar makes its usual crinkle between chewing when one of her jokes are particularily unfunny. “Looks like the boss is getting better at the whole ‘Hero’ business.”

“Arr matey… I know we aint in Syka’s best o’ books right now, aye?” Trooper Durvano, like you, doesn’t see the funny side. “But how do you suppose harbouring a Heigelen stowaway amongst us is going to go down with her?”

“I suppose, when she wakes up, she’ll have to make a choice.” A choice between the Black Company and Syka getting her claws into her again, and what choice is that?

“There’s something else isn’t there?” Lance-Corporal ‘Jack’ Marcus is eyeing you.

“Eh? [b*]munch munch*[/b]Something else? What is it boss?” Schuster pesters you with her mouth full.

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> “That’s SIR to you, Trooper.” You’ve gone mad. Mad with power!

> “I’ve uh… been um… promoted. To Lieutenant.” Break it to them as you would the death of a relative.

> “Please just call me Prince…” Maybe if you ignore the promotion it will go away.

> Say nothing. Just show them the pins.

>>304277
> “I’ve uh… been um… promoted. To Lieutenant.” Break it to them as you would the death of a relative.

>>304277
>> “I’ve uh… been um… promoted. To Lieutenant.” Break it to them as you would the death of a relative.

>>304277
> “I’ve uh… been um… promoted. To Lieutenant.” Break it to them as you would the death of a relative.

> “Please just call me Prince…”

>>304277
>> “I’ve uh… been um… promoted. To Lieutenant.” Break it to them as you would the death of a relative.

Guess we lost all chance to say "don't call me "sir", I work for a living"

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>>304311
It's like they think we haven't heard it a bajillion times already.

>>304284
>>304299
>>304301
>>304305

Trooper Kid shows them squad the officer pins. They’re getting good, you don’t even remember them filching them out of your pocket.

“I’ve uh… been um… promoted. To Lieutenant.”

Mask actually tilts his head. That’s the most emotion you’ve ever seen him express. A shocked silence drops between you and the squad like a cadaver. Pietre Verdun is the first to speak up, weighing his words like your promotion is an especially troubling math’s question.
“But if you are now an officer, however am I to challenge you and recover my besmirched honour?”
“Sadiq-Lootennyant? Emir-Lootennyant? …Emir-Corporal?” Belhamun is clearly struggling with the ranking system of the Company.
“Iittthh?” A bemused rasp from Smiles.
“I’m so sorry.” Lancer ‘Jack’ says solemnly, clasping a consoling hand on your shoulder. At last, someone who understands! An NCO who can sympathize!
“Thanks, it’s been-“
“ Bad Hand is going to shit.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“When he hears.” Jack leans in with the most mocking of grins. “Bad Hand. Is going. To shit.”
Suddenly you find yourself lifted up between the legs by the laughing Schuster and Durvano, spouting out plans
“Let’s a ceremony! Big Cake, lots of alcohol! Nissar’s party tricks!” The ex-sabari is just full of ideas with you plopped up on one his shoulders.
“Break the boss in with a bucks night!” Schuster laughs, eliciting a most undignified yelp from you by poking a finger into the crack of your pants “Dun dundundun dun dundundun.”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QArU3cvK5Ms
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> “No! Absolutely not!” You would die of embarrassment.

> “I’ll have you whipped! Hanged!” Try to put your foot down.

> “The Captain! The Captain gave me our new marching orders!” Distract them with relevant news.

> “Just put the fekking pins on already.” Angry witch, ill-tempered dragon, fugitive Saint. As if a promotion could make things worse.

>>304377
> “Just put the fekking pins on already.” Angry witch, ill-tempered dragon, fugitive Saint. As if a promotion could make things worse.

>>304377
>> “No! Absolutely not!” You would die of embarrassment.

>>304377
>> “Just put the fekking pins on already.” Angry witch, ill-tempered dragon, fugitive Saint. As if a promotion could make things worse.

>>304377
> “Just put the fekking pins on already.” Angry witch, ill-tempered dragon, fugitive Saint. As if a promotion could make things worse.

>>304377
>> “No! Absolutely not!” You would die of embarrassment.

>>304377
> “Just put the fekking pins on already.” Angry witch, ill-tempered dragon, fugitive Saint. As if a promotion could make things worse

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>>304392
>>304401
>>304408
>>304412
>>304417
>>304469

This is a fairly big decision, it will shape the theme of future threads for a while to come. I’ll leave this open for a while and come back in several hours, likely drunk as shit or hungover as fek, and call it then. In the meantime, please ask any and all questions about the situation, realms, characters or whatever else has you curious.

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“No! Absolutely not!” You consider making a grab for one of your daggers and slitting your wrists. Just give up. Halfway between despondent and furious you gripe at your lads. “Just put the fekking pins on already.”

Schuster can’t stop giggling as she tries to place them on your collar, accidentally pricking you with the needle and nearly losing them down your shirt between her undignified snorts.

“Gods be good, matey, give em here.” Durvano pauses, looking down at the pins a calculating stare. “These real gold?”

“Ugh, imbecile!” Knight-of-the-Line Verdun neatly tacks your officer pins onto your collar, looking you in the eyes as he unruffles your uniform. “Congratulations… Sir.”

“I guess 7th and 8th Platoon will be seeing some changes…” Lancer ‘Jack’ strokes his beard thoughtfully.

“Yes, and there won’t be much time to adjust to it all in.” You remark wistfully,Dark Father you need a shave, pulling out the written orders Captain ‘Cutthroat’ Kiranova gave you. “We have our new marching orders.”

Everyone looks at you, shiny new pins forgotten. Their expressions range from mildly curios to intensely interested. You have the squad’s full attention.

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>“We march South. To Sabari and the Isle of Mages.”
D-Day from Saving Private Ryan, but replace Germans, bunkers and Panzers with mages, towers and golems.

> “We march North-West. To the Democratic Republic of Helenwood.”
South-Carolina woodlands from Patriot. But replace Mel Gibson and the militia with libertarian Elves.

> “We march West. To Chevalisse and Albani.”
Saving damsels from dragons, doing knightly deeds etc. Except the exact opposite.

> “We march North. Into the heart of undefended Neumunster.”
Pitched battles, sieges and razing towns all day, every day.

>>304377
> “The Captain! The Captain gave me our new marching orders!” Distract them with relevant news

>>304501
> “We march North. Into the heart of undefended Neumunster.”

>>304501
>> “We march West. To Chevalisse and Albani.”
Torn between that and the Helenwood, I think we need some time to unwind and to kickback after the nightmare this mission was.

>>304501
>> “We march North-West. To the Democratic Republic of Helenwood.”

>>304501
> “We march West. To Chevalisse and Albani.”

>>304501
> “We march West. To Chevalisse and Albani.”
Time to have fun with Dragon Bro.

No no no miss, we aren't here to save YOU from the dragon, we're here to save the DRAGON from you!

>>304501
>> “We march North. Into the heart of undefended Neumunster.”
We got to earn our fucking keep. Nothing like Making it easy towards the end.

>>304501
>> “We march North-West. To the Democratic Republic of Helenwood.”

>>304501
>“We march North. Into the heart of undefended Neumunster.”
sounds like a good time

>>304501
> “We march West. To Chevalisse and Albani."

>>304501
> “We march North-West. To the Democratic Republic of Helenwood.”
Y'know whats nice about fighting a guerrilla army? Not giving a damn about rules of engagement or what degree of association necessitates a forest burning. That and the necromancer probably doesn't much care for elven artifacts or if we burn the forest down. On a more serious note between this or
> “We march West. To Chevalisse and Albani.”
seems the easiest and a chance to recuperate and they both have interesting flavors and different styles to tackle different challenges.

>>304501
>Saving damsels from dragons, doing knightly deeds etc. Except the exact opposite.

So they are doing unknightly deeds and saving dragons from damsels?

>>304552
Fantasy Vietnam doesn't sound too bad but I would mind storming the storming towns with a dragon

>>304501
even though burning down whats left of Neumunster fits the black company like a glove
> “We march West. To Chevalisse and Albani.”
sounds like way to much fun to pass up

>>304155
>What do you do/say?
You all missed a prime opportunity for a perfect line.
>"Welcome to the Black Company"

>>304570
I now have this image of dragons getting completely henpecked by the princesses they kidnap but they can't bring themselves to get rid of them since it's a big status symbol among dragons to have a princess in their horde

>>304600
Kinda, that needs to be a personal decision on her part though (although her choice is obvious). I joined too late to suggest: 'You'll live, for a time at least."

While we wait, is everyone good with this >>302933 set up? Now would probably be the time to discuss it.

If the Saint does formally join the company, we can have her be the Notary instead. As a noble she's probably familiar with the tasks already, and that keeps her close at hand should we need her power.

>>304621
I dunno. Her choices were, and still are, join the company or be given to the torturers.

>>304501
>> “We march North. Into the heart of undefended Neumunster.”

I'd be tempted to say North-West, but we're shock troopers, and few of 'em by now. We are not exactly suited against guerilla warfare in the woods.

>>304501
>> “We march North. Into the heart of undefended Neumunster.”
>Pitched battles, sieges and razing towns all day, every day.

>>304645
Like I said her choice is obvious. It just felt like something we should say after she signs on the dotted line.

>>304501
> “We march North. Into the heart of undefended Neumunster.”

>>304501
> “We march West. To Chevalisse and Albani.”

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>>304501
On the one hand Helenwood gives us the chance to be an utter prick like this guy.

Then again I like sieges and we gotta finish what we started with Neumunster so:
> “We march North. Into the heart of undefended Neumunster.”

Dunno if I'll catch it later, so thanks for the run bossman.

>>304501
Given we're heavy infantry
>“We march North. Into the heart of undefended Neumunster.”
Seems most suitable

North!
Gold, wenches, killing empire. Sounds like fun

>>304501
> “We march North. Into the heart of undefended Neumunster.”
Defenceless villages - the perfect setting for us to settle into command and earn an easy buck or three.

>>304501
>“We march West. To Chevalisse and Albani.”
>Saving damsels from dragons, doing knightly deeds etc. Except the exact opposite.
Pillaging castles and lightly defended towns? Yes please.

>>304501
>> “We march North. Into the heart of undefended Neumunster.”
>undefended
Avoid enemy armies, plunder and raze some towns, spreading terror? Yes!

>west
recruit dragons? can't really image what marching west means...

>>304501
> “We march West. To Chevalisse and Albani.”

>>304501
Gotta take care of our dragon promises
>Go north and cake neuminster lands

>>305246
This is the capital. The emperor is probably one of those exceptions the captain mentioned, so the necromancer probably has him.

>>304501
> “We march North-West. To the Democratic Republic of Helenwood.”

>>304501
>> “We march West. To Chevalisse and Albani.”

>>304501
>> “We march West. To Chevalisse and Albani.”

Lets go forth and kill som dragons

>>305247
Also, there was mention of capturing over half the royal family alive. So, yeah, the necromancer probably has the emperor.

>>304501
>“We march North. Into the heart of undefended Neumunster.”
Sounds like fun and also some one siad this keeps our promise with the dragon.

>>304501
> “We march West. To Chevalisse and Albani

>>304501
>> “We march North. Into the heart of undefended Neumunster.”
And then we take on the elves when we eventually finish there.

>>305246
>>305877
>dragon promises
We made a promise to plunder Neumunster? Is that dragon on our side? (Didn't read the complete archive)

>>305877
I thought we promised the dragon could eat the emperor.

>>304501
>> “We march North. Into the heart of undefended Neumunster.”

You know what i'm not looking forward to? Us having to go to the Isle of Mages. Because the longer we hold off on that the worse it is going to be I feel.

>>305971
We did.

>>305971
I want this to happen.

>>304501
We moving on?

ded QM

>>312588
well he is the forgoten QM
hope he coms back

>>309711
i was thinking of useing the saint to try and get people to give up without fighting so we dont have to kill/rape everything and we could also be seen as not so bad when compard to the other people, thow if she fails then we muderfuck all the things

>>312799
Sounds fairly reasonable.

If she does fail though, we can't just murder everyone though. It drains the local workforce and just breeds resentment from people who weren't there, but just heard about it.

We need to enforce decimations carried out by the villagers - then they are basically doing our jobs for us, with all of the associated guilt.

>>312854
we will ask this at each town we come into,and then inplaepeople but let alot get away
so hopeing that the next town we come across will give up couse they dont want what happened to the other town that saiid get fucked to us,
thats a good plan as ewell but rember we are just wrking here not living here

>>312854
thow i dont think we shold get too evil couse of the saint with us

A fairly short thread by my standards, and for that I apologise. Next week we'll see a new a chapter of the Campaign, the Company marches North with the Necromancer to bring the numerous provinces of the Neumunster Empire to heel.

Sarsburg, the seat of Imperial power, is a wasteland and the Emperor (as far as you know) is dragon food. Savenheim to the South-East has already declared for your employer out of fear, while Wissenburg remains tactfully silent on its intentions. But the other provinces are in an uproar, torn between outrage and mad panic at the undead hordes spilling into their fertile, green lands. The reaction is the same, refugees flow one way and raw green recruits march the other. Meanwhile, the remnants from Weylan river regroup and every single Imperial Regiment has been recalled from the tumultuous borders of Chevallise, Albani and Helenwood. Every single one.

Should they assemble, it would surely be the greatest gathering of free men since the time of Skarling Kingbreaker and the Age of Heroes. The borders of the Free Alliance weaken, and your employer's rivals, the Warlord and the Wild King, will not hesitate to act on it...
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This thread is archived, etc etc yadda yadda
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Black%20Company%20Quest

>>302933
And going with this as the default barring any objections.
(With the exception of Knight-Taskmaster, given Mask actually beat Pietre in their duel during the first thread.)

Catch us this Monday (or thereabouts) for an all-dayer right before you yanks start going bloody mad as you always do this time of year. Cheers for participating guys.

>>313013
Imo start the next thread with the sub officer assignments, and take them one at a time.

>>313244
>>313013
Yeah, have an actual vote on it.

>>313013
>With the exception of Knight-Taskmaster, given Mask actually beat Pietre in their duel during the first thread
Mask can't talk. He's incapable of filling the roll, remember? A leader needs to be able to give orders, and that's why Pietre is better suited.
Besides, you wrote that Mask was the worse swordsman, he won because of his unnatural nature, which works fine for him, but isn't how we want our mortal troops fighting.
Technically, he should fall under the same organization slot as the dragon, not as a knight

>>315214
>>313244
Very well, we'll start of with *sigh* paperwork.

>>315217
He's part of the Blackguard Caste, and he beat Pietre in front of your own eyes. You can organise a rematch if you like, but what kind of bigot would you be if you held Mask's unfortunate condition against his chances at promotion? That and there's two more Blackguards from the left-overs of 8th that haven't been introduced yet.

>>315874
>Very well, we'll start of with *sigh* paperwork.
No better way to start our days as an officer

>>313013
How is it madness to slip a sear pin an your ak and fire a full mag of large caliber into the air???
HOW??!