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>>333329

The warmth of the sun on your skin, the scent of summer in your nostrils, birdsongs flittering across the meadow to your ears. It's almost picturesque.

A cloud passes over you, causing you to blink as you adjust to the shade and sudden chill. You can smell the yellow Jacobea, the strong sweet aroma overwhelming the odour of sweat, dirt and piss that you would normally expect from huddling behind a low paddock wall with a few hundred of your companions. The chirping of Forktailed Redjay's is slowly drowned out by the stomp of many boots in unison, growing ever louder. You don’t need the hushed whispers, touches and nods that make their way down the line to know your target is near.

A column of Tassenland provincials, or militia. Untested, yet to be blooded and hopefully ill equipped. Still, you don’t have the numbers you’d reckon to be ideal for an ambush, if they don’t break quick things could get ugly. That or your intel could be horribly wrong and that body of men could be twice your number in hardened Imperial Legionaries. Wouldn’t be the first time. From your crouched position you can see a nervous looking lad from 4th Platoon ready the horn for the signal.

You start to feel it. Not fear. That awful, other thing. The one you’ve tried and failed to suppress throughout your 10, going on 11, years in the Black Company. The subversive inclination, that treacherous urge that will one day surely earn you a place in the Annalists books and a bed in the cold mud all at once.

The horn blows.

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> “Come on you killers, on me!” Lead the charge, into the heart of the enemy column! [Experience]

> “Deeeaaaath!” Bellow your defiance at the amassed enemy! [Elite]

> “Ghraaaagghh!” Shout incoherently as you rush towards the enemy leader! [Courage]

> “Let’s go lads! HOH!” Target the standards, a Gelt piece to the man who grabs it! [Clever]

>>333362
> “Deeeaaaath!” Bellow your defiance at the amassed enemy! [Elite]

>>333362
> “Come on you killers, on me!” Lead the charge, into the heart of the enemy column! [Experience]

>>333362
>> “Come on you killers, on me!” Lead the charge, into the heart of the enemy column! [Experience]

>>333362
> “Come on you killers, on me!” Lead the charge, into the heart of the enemy column! [Experience]

>>333377
>>333379
>>333386

DC = Medium 60
DC = 62 (Cloak of Command +2)

0 = -5DC to First Battle Progress
1 = +5 DC to First Battle Progress
2 = +10 DC to First Battle Progress
3 = Auto-win First Battle Progress

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>333416

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>>333431

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>333416
We are trying to roll under the DC? Right?

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>333416

We shouldn't be an officer. This is was a bad idea.

>>333444
>>333431
wow we really bombed that didn't we.
I think this is still roll under.

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>>333431
>>333444
>>333445

These rolls would be amazing, in another quest.

>>333435
>>333451
>>333455
Unfortunately yes, it's still roll-under. And we knew from the get-go this whole officer business was a bad idea.


> 0 SUCCESS
> FAILURE

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“Come on you killers, on me!” You snarl, the Cloak of Command amplifying your voice and the Blackthorn armour giving it a sinister twist.

You leap over the stone wall and charge down the hill, screaming your defiance at the bewildered enemy. You don't spare a glance behind you, so there's no way for you to realise that the majority of the Company found assailing the waist high fence in full armour to be more of a challenge than you did.

For a full 5 seconds all the Tassenland forces see is one lone figure charge down the hill towards them. Even then they're rooted to the spot, already in disarray when you crash into they're ranks but they manage to get into formation to meet the majority of the Company's charge.

Your two-handed blade rears up, ready to slice into the meat in front of you.

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Lieutenant 'Prince' [25/25 HP]
vs
Private Yolk [10/10 HP]

(1)Attack
> Use Standard Steel
> Use Ajiyimad Pistol (+30DC)

(2)Stance
> Leaping Carnotaur (Double Damage)
> Sidewinder Wingshark (+1 Damage, +5DC)
> Addled Left-Lane Mutt (-3 Damage received, +5DC)

(3)Orders [-10DC Personal Combat]
>Stand Firm!
>No Orders

(4)Abilities
>Use My Blood For His (-2 HP, +10 DC)
>No Ability

>>333491
> Use Standard Steel
> Sidewinder Wingshark (+1 Damage, +5DC)
> No Orders
> No Ability

>>333525
Second

>>333525
yeah

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>>333525
>>333537
>>333539

>Lieutenant 'Prince': [25/25 HP]
Clever II (+10), Elite II (+10), Courageous I (+5), Experience I (+5), Well-Equipped III (+15), Cloak of Command (+3), Wingshark Style (+5) =+53DC

>Private Yolk [10/10 HP]
>Private Lederlingen [10/10 HP]
>Private Hauss [10/10 HP]
Inexperienced (+5), Battle-buddies (-20) = -15DC


>DC = 88

Best 1 of 3.

Time to Kill.

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>333608
man i hope we don't suck this time around.

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>333608

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>333627
damn son
>>333608

>>333627
Fuck'em up!

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>>333627
The Dark Father Smiles upon ye this day.
>>333634
>>333637

>3
>DC 88 - 3 = 85
>85/5 = 17+1 = 18!
>Private Hauss is Killed! [0/10 HP]
>Private Lederlingen is Wounded! [3/10 HP]
>Private Yolk is Ok [9/10 HP]
>Private Melsk has joined the Fight! [10/10 HP]
>Private Iggleson has joined the Fight! [10/10 HP]

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At the last moment you switch your overarm swing into a slicing side-swipe, catching the first unfortunate soldier square in the midriff and spraying those behind him with blood.

One of the privates staggers back under the dying weight of their comrade, the other jabs forward with their pike only to elicit a screech of pain as you kick their kneecap in entirely the wrong direction.

Meanwhile the battle around you begins in earnest as the ambushers crash into the column's lines.

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>>333719

>Black Company Ambushers
[6/6 Discipline]
Fight: Ambush! (+20), Black Banner (+5), Veterans (+10), Sufficient Equipment (+5), Reckless Charge (-5), Cloak of Command (+2) = +37

>Tassenland Column
[6/6 Discipline]
Fight: Superior Numbers (+10), Sufficient Equipment (+5), Inexeprienced (-5) =+10

>DC = 77
>3 1d100, Roll Under

0 Success = -3 Discipline, 3 Casualties, SHAKEN
1 Success = -2 Discipline, 2 Casualties
2 Success = -1 Discipline, 1 Casualties
3 Success = 0 Discipline, 0 Casualties, PUSH FORWARD (Bonus to Personal DC)

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>333740
wreck these people.
still best 1/3?

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>333740

>>333746
Not exactly. All 3 count, see spoiler.

>>333746
er nvm.
meh not bad. come on guys 2 more wins. not a hard dc to pc.

>>33374
dice+1d100

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>333740
>>333775
I'm retarded

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>333740

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>333740

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>>333746
>>333755
>>333784
That last one was cutting it close.

>Tassenland Column lost 3 Discipline! [3/6]
> Push Forward! (You have gained a Battle Buddy)

The screams of pain, cries for help, shouted orders… it all blurs into one deafening cacophony. It’s quickly apparent that the provincial forces are outmatched, you feel rather than see the surge as a large portion of the column staggers back, those not giving ground being trampled underfoot. The success has given you a little breathing space, you notice a figure in comfortably familiar black in your peripheral vision, hacking away at your opponents as well.

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Lieutenant 'Prince' [25/25 HP]
Unidentified Kriegstrom [10/10 HP]
vs
Private Yolk [9/10 HP]
Private Lederlingen [3/10 HP]
Private Melsk [10/10 HP]
Private Iggleson [10/10 HP]


(1)Attack
> Use Standard Steel
> Use Ajiyimad Pistol (+30DC)

(2)Stance
> Leaping Carnotaur (Double Damage)
> Sidewinder Wingshark (+1 Damage, +5DC)
> Addled Left-Lane Mutt (-3 Damage received, +5DC)

(3)Orders [-10DC Personal Combat]
>Stand Firm!
>No Orders

(4)Abilities
>Use My Blood For His (-2 HP, +10 DC)
>No Ability

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>333826
> Use Standard Steel
> Leaping Carnotaur (Double Damage)
>No Orders
>No Ability

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>>333843
Mate. I wish I could accept that roll.

>>333843
sure.
FUCK why couldn't you have rolled this later. man..

>>333857
Oops, I forgot to clear the dice.
Heh.

>>333826
>Use Standard Steel
>Sidewinder Wingshark (+1 Damage, +5DC)
>No Orders
>No Ability

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>>333843
>>333858
>>333911
Leaping Carnotaur it is.

>Lieutenant 'Prince': [25/25 HP]
Clever II (+10), Elite II (+10), Courageous I (+5), Experience I (+5), Well-Equipped III (+15), Cloak of Command (+3), Battle-buddy (+10) =+58DC

>Private Yolk [9/10 HP]
>Private Lederlingen [3/10 HP]
>Private Melks [10/10 HP]
>Private Iggleson [10/10 HP]
Inexperienced (+5), Battle-buddies (-30) = -25DC

>DC = 83
>3 1d100, Roll Under

Best 1 of 3.

Time to Slaughter.

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>333928
man, I feel some bad energy with that 1 we got. x.x

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>333928
welp

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>333928

>>333930
man... thank god this wasn't the old system.. ;'D not a crit failure.
>>333931
nice

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>>333930
THIS close.

Someone give me a 1d2 to see if Cut Them Down! goes off for poor Private Lederlingen.

1 = Slice and Dice
2 = Lucky Lederlingen

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>333960

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>>333930
>>333931
>>333932

>5
>DC 83 - 5 = 78
>78/5 = 15.6[16] x2 = 32!
>Private Lederlingen is Girevously Wounded! [1/10 HP]
>Private Yolk is Killed! [0/10 HP]
>Private Melsk is Slain! [0/10 HP]
>Private Iggleson is No Longer Breathing! [0/10 HP]

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Attack! Attack! Attack! With a spring in your leap belonging to a man ten years younger you dive into the group of soldiers facing you. The private who stumbled before attempts to block your swing to no avail, your blade carves through the wooden shaft of his pike and deep in between his neck and shoulder.

You kicked aside the one clutching his knee as another leaps out at you, too slow to stop you ducking under his guard and thrusting your blade up his guts to the hilt. Perhaps seeing his chance the last one swings a blade at you but doesn't spot the knife in your left hand until it's already buried in his eye-socket. He slumps to the ground like a puppet with it's strings cut.

The last soldier is crawling away from you, clutching his knee and sobbing. They have a funny accent for Neumunster these Tassenland, but in this case you can still guess at what he's saying. Begging for help, for God, for his mother. Doesn't matter, no one is listening.

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> Finish Private Lederlingen.
> Let Private Lederlingen go.

>>334024
> Finish Private Lederlingen.

>>334024
>> Finish Private Lederlingen.
would have been nice if he was an officer.

>>334024
>> Finish Private Lederlingen.

>>334024
> Let Private Lederlingen go.

>>334024
>> Let Private Lederlingen go.

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>>334030
>>334037
>>334040
> +1 Black Heart

There's no comrades, gods or mothers for the poor Private today. Just you.

You can't help but think it's always the same as you walk unhurriedly over to the struggling private. Please no, I have a family, a wife, a cute dog. You don't derive any particular pleasure from this, as you plant your boot down on his back, of course not. That would be sick. You have nothing against the fresh-faced recruit and his desire to defend Neumunster against what would certainly appear to be evil incarnate. But it would have been better for all, certainly him, if he had just stayed at home on his farm, or shop or... no, you actually don't care.

The real horror isn't that I enjoy this, or want to do this. Your blade sinks into the base of his neck, with a final quiver the man becomes another mess of meat and hair. It's how little it seems to matter. It all seems so...blase.

Around you the battle rages...

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The Battle of Berwick Road
>Black Company Ambushers
[6/6 Discipline]
Fight: Ambush! (+20), Black Banner (+5), Veterans (+10), Sufficient Equipment (+5), Reckless Charge (-5), Cloak of Command (+2), Won Personal Combat (+5) = +42

>Tassenland Column
[3/6 Discipline]
Fight: Superior Numbers (+10), Sufficient Equipment (+5), Inexeprienced (-5) =+10

>DC = 82
>3 1d100, Roll Under

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>334092

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>334092

>>334092
Pardon me, the Reckless Charge was only for the First Round.

>DC = 87

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>334092

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>>334097
>>334101
>>334123

>Tassenland Column lost 3 Discipline! [0/6]
>Tassenland Column lost cohesion! Major bonus to any ongoing Personal Combat
>Tassenland Column fled the field!

The Battle of Berwick Road
Black Company Victory!

It’s impossible to tell in these things where exactly the breaking point is. Maybe you had nothing to do with it, your brief struggle against half-a-dozen or so opponents just another grim encounter in the whole sorry affair of the battle. Or perhaps it was exactly what was needed, your slaughter starting the trickle of fleeing figures. Within moments you find yourself without and opponent, screams of pain and shouts of anger replaced with moans of the wounded and cheers of victory.

You can see in the distance the routers, not even half their starting number, making for the treeline as the Ranger's pelt them with bolts. It seems the smartest and most cowardly are always the ones to survive these battles, while the brave only die alone and outnumbered. If you had the 12th and 13th Cav not even that lot would have survived, but as it is you doubt they’ll ever be coming back for more.

The line of dead stretches along the road. You spot a few scattered broken figures in black, but the vast majority of the dead seem to wear the green and yellow of the Tassenland Province uniform. Likely the provincial muster making its way to wherever the Imperial forces are regrouping. A fresh batch of green recruits that, thanks to you, will never reach the muster point. A good day’s dark work all told.

Sergeant Bad Hand nods as he approaches you, drawn sword still coloured dark red.

“Sir.”

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> “Don’t call me that. Not you.” It cuts a little deep, coming from an old friend.

> “Sergeant.” The token forms must be maintained, at least in front of the men.

>>334138
> “Don’t call me that. Not you.” It cuts a little deep, coming from an old friend.

>>334138

> “Don’t call me that. Not you.” It cuts a little deep, coming from an old friend.

>>334138
> “Don’t call me that. Not you.” It cuts a little deep, coming from an old friend

We melancholy nao

>>334138
>> “Don’t call me that. Not you.” It cuts a little deep, coming from an old friend.

>>334138
>“Don’t call me that. Not you.” It cuts a little deep, coming from an old friend.

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>>334145
>>334148
>>334153
>>334157
>>334161


“Don’t call me that. Not you.” You find yourself grimacing at the reminder of your new rank.

“Hrmm.” Bad Hand attempts a chuckle that quickly dies off. “I’ll try not to, my friend. Can’t be helped sometimes.”

It’s odd. Usually you can’t get the boisterous nutter to shut up about a battle, what he did and who he killed. But he’s barely said anything.

“This lot were green. Most of ‘em barely kids, looks like.”

Bad Hand has a strange look on his face as he stares down the road by your side, almost sad. The otherwise picturesque countryside is marred by this little slice of carnage, scattered individuals stalk about the fallen picking over corpses or silencing wounded.

“Prince. Are we… bad men?”

Ah, so that’s it. You’ve heard quite a few unnerving things in your time, but few match up to the tiredness in Bad Hand’s voice.

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> “Good. Bad. It’s a job, Bad Hand.” [Clever]

> “Badder than most, maybe. We’re no saints, friend. That said, no one is.” [Experience]

> “To them? Certainly. But they don’t matter, Bad Hand. Only your comrades matter.” [Elite]

> “Bad time to grow a conscience, friend.” [Courage]

>>334187
> “Bad time to grow a conscience, friend.” [Courage]

>>334187
> “Badder than most, maybe. We’re no saints, friend. That said, no one is.” [Experience]

>>334187
>> “Badder than most, maybe. We’re no saints, friend. That said, no one is.” [Experience]

>>334187

> “Badder than most, maybe. We’re no saints, friend. That said, no one is.” [Experience]

>>334187
>> “To them? Certainly. But they don’t matter, Bad Hand. Only your comrades matter.” [Elite]

>>334199
>>334204
>>334207

>DC Medium 60
>3 1 d100, Roll Under

0 Success = Bad Hand troubled, hidden consequence.
1 Success = Bad Hand still troubled, but nothing further.
2 Success = Bad Hand put at ease.
3 Success = Bad Hand put at ease, hidden bonus.

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>334226

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>334226
I hope I gotchu senpai.

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>334226

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>>334229
>>334230
>>334233

I doubt this is the first time we had to kill some green recruits.

So what's eating Bad Hand?

>>334264
no idea but we just sweet talked him out of it. and likely got him to respect us in our command.

>>334264
He's spent a decent chunk of his life killing people under the orders of people who most would describe as villians, it's got to get to you eventually.

>>334264
Cause this entire campaign is now basically rape and pillage the (almost) undefended countryside.

>>334275
>>334279
Now he's gonna start dedicating his kills to Kina, and gain stat boosts from it.

>>334264
Maybe he isn't as cray cray as he makes himself out to be.

>>334264
When the necromancer wins what kinda world will be left?

>>334290
Hopefully he dosen't pull a Ram or a Raven

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Taking a quick break for FOOD.

>>334287
Even less defended now. On the plus side, undead minions are awful at the whole rape and pillage side of things. Looks like the mercenaries will have to pick up the slack on their end.

>>334229
>>334230
>>334233

"Badder than most, maybe. We're no saints, friend. That said, no one is."

Bad Hand nods. Then frowns a little.

"But what abo-"
"Okay, she's an exception but that's her fekking nickname!"

Sergeant Bad Hand laughs so much he has to wipe the snot from his nose. He breathes in and out deeply. You join the main body of men, marching down the self-same road the Tassenland recruits were massacred behind you not moments before.

"Casualties?" You ask, though by all accounts it seems minimal for your side.
"None." Bad Hand is grinning again, a good sign. "A few lads from 3rd and 4th went down, but our lot pulled through without a scratch."
"Excellent, what abou- oh." Trooper Kid runs up behind you and passes you a pouch that clinks pleasantly. "Cheers"

Best thing about this whole officer-gig. You don't have to loot the corpses yourself, and you trust Kid to only marginally rip you off.
>Gained 17 Silver

"Alright, Prince." Bad Hand claps you on the back for emphasis. "Time we were about sorting out our mess of a Platoon."
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> "Ugh. Fine." Paperwork.

>"Someone I need to talk to first." Talk to Saint. She hasn’t spoken since you carried her out of that dungeon. She can’t hide from reality forever.

> "Actually..." Ask Page #136 where your bloody dragon has gotten to.

>"Let me get a feel for them before I sign off on anything." Meet with one of the other NCOs (Murder/Auntie/Hirsun/Jack/White Bitch)

>>334312
>> "Actually..." Ask Page #136 where your bloody dragon has gotten to.

>>334312


> "Actually..." Ask Page #136 where your bloody dragon has gotten to.

With all these images of palm trees I hope it hasn't gone south.

>>334312
>"Someone I need to talk to first." Talk to Saint. She hasn’t spoken since you carried her out of that dungeon. She can’t hide from reality forever.

>>334312
>> "Actually..." Ask Page #136 where your bloody dragon has gotten to.
>>"Someone I need to talk to first." Talk to Saint. She hasn’t spoken since you carried her out of that dungeon. She can’t hide from reality forever.
>>"Let me get a feel for them before I sign off on anything." Meet with one of the other NCOs (Murder/Auntie/Hirsun/Jack/White Bitch)
> "Ugh. Fine." Paperwork.

>>334312
>"Someone I need to talk to first." Talk to Saint. She hasn’t spoken since you carried her out of that dungeon. She can’t hide from reality forever.

>>334312
>>"Someone I need to talk to first." Talk to Saint. She hasn’t spoken since you carried her out of that dungeon. She can’t hide from reality forever.

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>>334329
I understand that you're keen but pick one for now, mate.

>"Someone I need to talk to first." Talk to Saint. She hasn’t spoken since you carried her out of that dungeon. She can’t hide from reality forever.

>>334312
>>334340
> "Actually..." Ask Page #136 where your bloody dragon has gotten to.

True, so lets go with Dragon. We have 0 idea what he is up to at this moment.

>>334312
>> "Actually..." Ask Page #136 where your bloody dragon has gotten to.

>>334312
>> "Actually..." Ask Page #136 where your bloody dragon has gotten to.

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Okay, just finished writing up Saint so we can do Dragon next.

>>334326
>>334333
>>334336
>>334344

"Someone I need to talk to first." Bad Hand grunts and the two of you pass the rest of the march in casual conversation and bad jokes.

Saint signed her name in the presence of the Annalist within the hour of waking up in the West Balllroom. She didn’t tell you, or any of your squad either. One moment officially the enemy, the next in your uniform saying the words. You didn’t need to explain the situation, she didn’t give you a chance and you guess the alternative to her placement with the Black Company was fairly obvious.I suppose someone so used to wielding phenomenal cosmic power for most of their life would find helplessness to be a little… jarring.

You pause a moment outside the tent she’s staying in, hearing a rustle from the inside. She wouldn’t be undressed right after a battle, right? Even so, modesty has no place out in the field. Obviously it could just be one of her tent-mates. You could try knocking. On a tent? Idiot. What is wrong with you. You never noticed or cared if you walked in on Trooper Schuster half-naked. And you can’t just announce yourself like some pompous fek. Still…

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> “Ahem. Ah-HEM.” Fake coughing should give them a chance to [Clever]

> “…” She’s not for lewd obviously. Still, just a peek… [Experience]

> “Saint, I’ve been meaning to speak with you.” Just walk right in like you own the place. You pretty much do anyway. [Courage]

> “Trooper Saint, report to the Platoon Command Tent in 2 minutes.” Play it safe, loud and distant. [Elite]

>>334312
>"Actually..." Ask Page #136 where your bloody dragon has gotten to.

And I'm fine with using the deployment posted last thread. It puts people we trust in positions of power, and leaves the rest of the positions filled.

And Mask didn't win the duel by skill, it won by being an unholy abomination and ignoring mortal wounds. P. is more skilled and can actually lead men, being able to talk and all.

But by all means, if everyone else wants to spend the rest of this thread arguing about every single posting instead of playing the quest, let's do it.

>>334422
>“Saint, I’ve been meaning to speak with you.” Just walk right in like you own the place. You pretty much do anyway. [Courage]

>>334422
> “Saint, I’ve been meaning to speak with you.” Just walk right in like you own the place. You pretty much do anyway. [Courage]
Saint is not for lewd.

>>334422
> “Saint, I’ve been meaning to speak with you.” Just walk right in like you own the place. You pretty much do anyway. [Courage]

>>334422
> “Saint, I’ve been meaning to speak with you.” Just walk right in like you own the place. You pretty much do anyway. [Courage]
Can always nonchalantly apologize and walk out, nothing we haven't seen in the whole width and breadth of our time in the company. Or at least that's how we'll act until we're outside the flap again before our blush kicks in.

>>334422
>> “Saint, I’ve been meaning to speak with you.” Just walk right in like you own the place. You pretty much do anyway. [Courage]

>>334433
Saint is for corruption; the gentleman's fetish.

oh shit I forgot about our cutie patootie saint

is it bad I kinda want our development to go along the line of anti-croaker (inverse croaker?) Like in the same way Croaker became more and more ruthless and less of a softie (both to protect Lady but also because she was straight up evil and he ended up becoming more like her) except for us Saint becoming our moral compass, with us still being ruthless/pragmatic enough that our men come first, but her moralizing making our rough edges softer or something

though I guess stabbing that kid in the back while he crawled away wasn't a great start

I hope joining the company and renouncing her past hasn't broken her too far

>>334445
Corruption via cuddling and chaste kisses.

>>334451
Clearly she's Croaker and we're Lady in this setting.

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The tent doesn't have a shower as such, but there's room down the back for one to wash themselves with wet clothe and also fek you reasons.

And remember you can use it but I won't ask if you want to use My Blood For His unless it's in combat.

>>334432
>>334433
>>334435
>>334436
>>334440


>DC Medium 60
>3 1d100, Roll Under.

Success
0 = Spaghetti is spilt.
1 = Mild spaghetti, Saint notices.
2 = Cool is mostly kept, enough to fool Saint.
3 = You don't so much as blink out of place. Also, nice view.


Time to Keep Your Cool.

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>334457

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>334457

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>334457
I hope to the Dark Gods that we spill all the pasta

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>334457
welp

Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>334457

>>334456
croaker was never a good guy though
a hopeless romantic maybe, but he never put anything before brotherhood/comradeship before lady. Accepted the worst with the best in the company, and just...didn't put it in the annals if it bothered him.

>>334455
I'll thank you to leave this quest and spread your filth elsewhere thank you very much.

>>334459
>>334460
Well done. Though spilled spaghetti would be more fun.

>>334462
I think the whole platoon would notice that spaghetti

>>334467
It's not lke I suggested hand-holding.

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>>334458
>>334459
>>334460
Alrighty, well done.

>>334462
>pic related

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>>334455
No! That like the opposite of what I want!

>>334475
that's like saying starting with third base or a home run isn't as bad as starting with a grand slam, you degenerate

>>334466
And we arent as bad as lady was, but it's still a reasonable comparison. We'll be a bad influence on saint, but she'll have a mellowing effect on the platoon.

Unless she dives all in for her new life and turns to Kina.

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>>334486
I want Saint to become a good daughter of the Dark Father.

>>334482
>third base
>home run
>grand slam

What sport IS this?

>>334490
Bastardised cricket.

>>334486
>>334456

Also there's no power level disparity. Truth be told if you had taken her on in the decrepit shrine that last time it would have been close, and that's her wounded and the squad behind you.

Her blessed blade don't shine for her no more though.

>>334498
Or at least the power disparity is not so ridiculous.

>>334498
So, Lady at the time she joined the company.

>>334506
Yarp.

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>>334458
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>>334460
“Saint, I’ve be meaning to-“ Dark Fekking Father Fek Me “speak with you.” Your voice turns into something to a squeak at that last bit, but she doesn’t seem to notice. Too busy trying to put a clean clothes on.

The pale smooth skin, the toned tight torso, the well-conditioned limbs showing just the merest hint of a scar here and there. And more than a glimpse of the vast… tracts of land before it’s covered. T damp skin causes the whole black shirt to press up against her, clinging to the mountainous landscape.

Drawing your reserve of willpower you reassert eye-contact with her breastsface. Eye-contact. Face.

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> “Anything I can do for you?” A lot of the new recruits find it hard adjusting.

>“How are you fitting in?” You know, with the whole ‘working for your nations archenemy’ thing.

>“Trooper, I’ve given some thought as to your placement in the platoon.” Keep it professional, for Dark Father’s sake keep it professional.

>”Does it still hurt?” You catch her rubbing the stub of where her finger used to be sometimes.

>>334539
>”Does it still hurt?” You catch her rubbing the stub of where her finger used to be sometimes.

>>334539
>”Does it still hurt?” You catch her rubbing the stub of where her finger used to be sometimes.

>>334539
>”Does it still hurt?” You catch her rubbing the stub of where her finger used to be sometimes.

>>334539
>“How are you fitting in?” You know, with the whole ‘working for your nations archenemy’ thing.

>>334539
>“How are you fitting in?” You know, with the whole ‘working for your nations archenemy’ thing.
Also how are you fitting into your uniform?

>>334539
>>“How are you fitting in?” You know, with the whole ‘working for your nations archenemy’ thing.

>>334557
Oi.

>>334539

>”Does it still hurt?” You catch her rubbing the stub of where her finger used to be sometimes.

So she's rubbing herself huh?

>>334539
>>“How are you fitting in?” You know, with the whole ‘working for your nations archenemy’ thing.

>>334539
>>”Does it still hurt?” You catch her rubbing the stub of where her finger used to be sometimes.

Due to the shite nature of our internet there will be a (hopefully) brief intermission while it's sorted out.

Typing from a phone for this so hopefully it should get through since its not a local connection.

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>>334616
2nd QM who has had this issue over the weekend. Damn. I mean, I know Aussie internet is bad but really? 4chan isn't exactly a bandwidth hog. Is some series streaming its season finally tonight or something? Also sorry for your difficulties.

>>334616
that sucks but at the same time i might be able to play o this one:)
missed it

Good News: I've found a way to work around the shite internet for now. So we'll have a few more updates. Pardon any typos and other mangling.

Bad News: The internet is out in my region for 2 DAYS. Im sure the drop-bears, hoops snakes and mosquitoes will keep me busy but i hope you weren't expecting any more Quests from Aussie QMs. Dont know how widespread this failure of basic civilization is.

>>334795
Which region?
Also who cares about a hung parliament just give good internet.

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>>334545
>>334547
>>334550
>>334556
>>334561
>>334566
>>334569
>>334573


“Does it still hurt?” You ask, nodding at her hand.

"Hurt?” She looks down, as if just noticing her fiddling, quickly hiding her maimed hand behind her back. “Not really, sir, but I feel like it’s still there.”

“It happens” You say with a shrug. “If you piss Subaltern Igus from Supply off enough he’ll try to kick you, and he hasn’t had legs in, uh…”

You stop yourself continuing the doubtlessly entertaining anecdote, not wanting to see that crestfallen look on Saint again. But she doesn’t look sad at all, at least not from the plight of poor Subaltern Igus. Maybe her time in the dungeons inured her somewhat to the misfortunes of others.

“How are you fitting in?” With this pack of murderers, brigands and thieves that I call family? “With the squad?”

“Well enough… sir.” She glances away for a moment. “Some trouble, issues were resolved… differently in the Guard.”

You look over to her cot, sheathed blade concealing the masterwork meteorite blade within. You know it hasn’t shone for her ever since you left Sarsburg…

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> “Who you were before this doesn’t matter. Not you, and certainly not them. Join the Blackguard Caste.” She needs a reputation, and you’ve seen her fight.

> “I need someone attached to Command. A good fighter, a promising leader maybe, or perhaps just someone less of a bastard than I am.” Give her a position in your Platoon Command.

>>334800
They're probably being hanged by that copper wire network they love so much

>>334804
> “I need someone attached to Command. A good fighter, a promising leader maybe, or perhaps just someone less of a bastard than I am.” Give her a position in your Platoon Command.

>>334800
South-Queensland. And ex-fekking-actly, just give me some decent connection and the politicians can leave me alone.

>>334804
>“I need someone attached to Command. A good fighter, a promising leader maybe, or perhaps just someone less of a bastard than I am.” Give her a position in your Platoon Command.

how did her magic even work before? I get this is more of an 'inspired by' work, but was she a paladin empowered by a higher power? Or was it her own faith being broken that has depowered the sword?

>>334545
>>334547
>>334550
>>334566
>>334573
"Does it still hurt from when you fell from heaven?"

>>334804
>> “I need someone attached to Command. A good fighter, a promising leader maybe, or perhaps just someone less of a bastard than I am.” Give her a position in your Platoon Command.
wow an aussy as well im down in nsw.
i know right but the NBN isnt always going to eb the best one as theres a cheaper Version of it that soem areas are buying

>>334804
>> “I need someone attached to Command. A good fighter, a promising leader maybe, or perhaps just someone less of a bastard than I am.” Give her a position in your Platoon Command.

>>334804
>> “Who you were before this doesn’t matter. Not you, and certainly not them. Join the Blackguard Caste.” She needs a reputation, and you’ve seen her fight.

>>334812
>reminding her of her fall from grace
>reminding her that she was weak and gave in to physical pain
>reminding her that she has lost home, and country, those she sought to protect, and the power to do so
poor form famalamjimjam

>>334804
>join the blackguard caste

>>334811
Though the Chevalisse worship a higher being, faith has always been a private matter for Neumunster. The 'Saints' are simply vaunted individuals, both living or dead, the secrets of their power known only to the various orders that have them.

Honestly, kind of just standard fallen paladin vibe. Her sword won't work of she doesnt -beleive- anymore.

>>334817
Well shit.

>>334804
>> “I need someone attached to Command. A good fighter, a promising leader maybe, or perhaps just someone less of a bastard than I am.” Give her a position in your Platoon Command.

I finally caught up with the quest.

Posting to say that I love both the setting and the writing! Hopefully you will not drop it midway like it had happened to every other quest I found to enjoy.

>>334804
can we ask her to see boobs, and say we have a boner

>>334819
>Her sword won't work of she doesnt -beleive- anymore.

oh sweet. So hypothetically, even if her schtick was 'defend the weak', if we could...channel that faith in a different direction and find her a cause to believe in again, then she'd get her lightsaber back?

hm. Several routes to work this. Could try to channel her drive into backing the company full stop; ie truth and justice failed her, but with the company she'll never fight alone, so rather than faith in the righteousness of her cause, faith in her brotherhood/comradeship

alternatively, could try to could make her more of a pragmatist. We may be the bad guys, but if she sticks with us and works her way up, she could still do good in the world (especially if she can mitigate the damage we do, or temper it to some degree)

Be kinda cool to have her develop as a kiritsugu type, breaking eggs to make an omlette, taking on the burdens of the world to make it a better place, even if it means she has to do bad things, or work with bad people. Especially if she's a super competent fighter in terms of skills and has supernatural abilities of some sort

>>334827
>Hopefully you will not drop it midway
he already did that kek
this is him picking it up again after almost a year

>>334804
>> “I need someone attached to Command. A good fighter, a promising leader maybe, or perhaps just someone less of a bastard than I am.” Give her a position in your Platoon Command.

>>334834
>this is him picking it up again after almost a year
Well, shit. I guess I wasn't paying attention.

I've been following around five quite promising quests but this is the only active one right now.

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>>334827
Tried that, didn't take.

>>334807
>>334810
>>334813
>>334814
>>334823
>>334836


You look at the the mess of 3rd Squad's tent, then back to the downcast Saint.

"Pack your shit, Trooper." Chucking her bag at her.

"Sir?" She obliges, gathering her scant items as she gives you a questioning look. Her ill-fitting shirt sliding down one should-GAH pull yourself together man!

"You'll be bunking next to the Platoon Command tent from here on in. I need someone attached there." You look her up and down, as if you haven't already made your decision "A good fighter, someone to off-load paperwork on. A promising leader maybe, or perhaps just someone less of a bastard than I am." You shoot her a grin which she shyly returns. The orphans incident is still a sore point between you, but the fact you brought along Legless Jessica and foisted her on some Supply assistant duties did well to make up for it.

"Sir!" Saint puffs out her chest as she salutes you, all her worldly items all packed and ready to go.

"Ahem. Dismissed, Trooper."

What's wrong with you? You've never let someone's sex affect you when it comes to your comrades. Apart from judging who is more likely to go for the crotch shot maybe.

You come to the conclusion that...
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>You like her. And you intend to pursue a relationship with her if the opportunity is there.

>You can't deny the attraction, but fraternisation with such a huge difference in rank is going to end in disaster.

>You find her physically attractive, sure. But she's not 'you're type'. Maybe a casual thing...

> She's cute, definitely. But your heart has only ever belonged to one woman. The Captain.

>>334834
You're on the right track definitely.

>>334840
>You like her. And you intend to pursue a relationship with her if the opportunity is there.
Are you telling me that Saint is for lewd?

>>334840
>> She's cute, definitely. But your heart has only ever belonged to one woman. The Captain.

>>334840
> She's cute, definitely. But your heart has only ever belonged to one woman. The Captain.
There is only The Captain.

>>334840

>You can't deny the attraction, but fraternisation with such a huge difference in rank is going to end in disaster.

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>>334845
Is wanting a future where we do this with her too lewd?

Oh shit this is a blue board will I get banned for this

>>334840
>You like her. And you intend to pursue a relationship with her if the opportunity is there.

>>334840
>>You can't deny the attraction, but fraternisation with such a huge difference in rank is going to end in disaster.

>>334848
whoops, meant to quote >>334843
not >>334845

>>334840
> not your type
> just a fling

Idealism is not relationship material in a mercenary band

>>334843
>2pewer4thisworld

She's not the lewd we deserve, but she's the lewd we deserve.

>>334848
Oh fek me, man. I don't whether to scream Mods or More.

>>334840
>You like her. And you intend to pursue a relationship with her if the opportunity is there.

> She's cute, definitely. But your heart has only ever belonged to one woman. The Captain.

>>334840
>She's cute, definitely. But your heart has only ever belonged to one woman. The Captain.

Was there ever any doubt?

>all these new ips
No fucking shame.

>>334844
>>334856
>>334845
>>334858
Why on earth would you date someone who had the gall to PROMOTE you?

>>334840
I think we feel both of these
>>334843
>>334844
Our black, wizened little heart is torn.

>>334859
It's all fun and games until QM drags out a waifu.

Votes are split fairly evenly both ways, so >>334862 seems spot on.

>>334861
At least the rank difference isn't so huge now.

>>334859
Not surprised. We've got some kids who didn't read the books, I think.

>>334861
It IS a medieval mercenary company. It's not unreasonable for the setting.

>>334862
>several threads later, culmination of the campaign
>"there is only one way you can save the world corporal
TRUE LOVE

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>>334853
>there is no more

Yeah there's some blatant samefagging going on here
don't care, haven't voted for either. Saint seems a cute, but waifufaggotry ruins quests so I'll abstain til there's a clear majority

Tbh >>334862 has a point though. Not deciding could be perfectly in character at this point

>>334861
Perhaps if Lt. Prince climbs the company power structure, senpai will notice him. Again.

>>334863
I'd be fine with Prince being torn and stuff.

>>334840
> She's cute, definitely. But your heart has only ever belonged to one person. The Dark Father.

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Sorry lads, this next bit is the last update for the night. While the rivals are still a ways away, this vote will shape how the territories are shifting somewhat across the continent. Cheers for participating and thank you for your patience with this stone age internet.

>>334877
I like the cut of your cloth, sir.

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Hmph. Women. Can't live with them, and you can certainly manage without them. Maybe the damn Wildborn were on to something at least that way you wouln't be so... so...torn?


Lost deep in your internal worrying you absentmindedly pluck a cigarette from Trooper Kid’s mouth and flick it off into the rushes. Ignoring their righteous indignation you scour the camp for Page #136. The mountain of teeth and scales, Asgorga would be hard to miss, putting it lightly. Most reliable person to find out where the flying, speaking, Carnotaur ran off to is #136. On top of that he's a suitably unsypmathetic target to vent yiur frustration on.

“Now where is that sinister little-“

“Oh my, the newly-promoted Lieutenant Prince.” Page #136’s smile is distinctly shark-like as he approaches. “Didn’t I say something about you having the scent of destiny about you?”

“Speak of the devil…” you mutter under your breath before putting on an unconvincing wide smile “One-Three-Six! How -are- you? Your sister not pulling your hair or anything too much?”

“Eighty-Nine is fine, thank you. Much too busy too concern herself with the menial undertakings of you flesh-sacks, but I’m sure she will appreciate your kind thoughts.” Page #136 has always been good at blurring the line between joke and threat.

“Hmph. Sure she will. Where’s my dragon?”

“Your dragon?”

“My dragon.”

“Before I answer you must-“

“Fek off, One-Three-Six, where is he?”

“Well, once they were done with the execution of the Imperial Family…”Awfully nasty affair apparently. You’re quite glad you missed it. Still, such a prominent hostage would have come in handy… “The Unbound was sent on reconnaissance.”

“Reconnaissance? With a dragon?”

“Yes.”

“Bit big to be a scout, isn’t he?” You press on before he can answer that “What is he looking for anyway?”

“Apparently there’s been some development with the Warlord and the Wild King, one is ascendant and the other on the back-foot due to the efforts of the Free Alliance. The Warlord…”

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“…has suffered a serious set-back, thanks to the frankly heroic efforts of the Albani Resistance and Chevalisse Paladins. Meanwhile the Wild King has torn through the west of the Republic of Helenwood, threatening the Elven capital.” [Warlord wanes, Wild Kind waxes].

“…has smashed through the Albani and Chevalisse opposition, sacking several towns and holy sites. They now march near-unopposed in the south of Chevalisse. Meanwhile the Skalds have declared for the Free Alliance, torching the encroaching Wild and slaying monsters worthy of song.” [Warlord waxes, Wild Kind wanes].

>>334881
>“…has suffered a serious set-back, thanks to the frankly heroic efforts of the Albani Resistance and Chevalisse Paladins. Meanwhile the Wild King has torn through the west of the Republic of Helenwood, threatening the Elven capital.” [Warlord wanes, Wild Kind waxes].

>>334881

>“…has smashed through the Albani and Chevalisse opposition, sacking several towns and holy sites. They now march near-unopposed in the south of Chevalisse. Meanwhile the Skalds have declared for the Free Alliance, torching the encroaching Wild and slaying monsters worthy of song.” [Warlord waxes, Wild Kind wanes].

>>334881
>“…has suffered a serious set-back, thanks to the frankly heroic efforts of the Albani Resistance and Chevalisse Paladins. Meanwhile the Wild King has torn through the west of the Republic of Helenwood, threatening the Elven capital.” [Warlord wanes, Wild Kind waxes].

>>334881
>“…has smashed through the Albani and Chevalisse opposition, sacking several towns and holy sites. They now march near-unopposed in the south of Chevalisse. Meanwhile the Skalds have declared for the Free Alliance, torching the encroaching Wild and slaying monsters worthy of song.” [Warlord waxes, Wild Kind wanes].

Why are we going for Warlord? Honest question here

>>334881

>“…has smashed through the Albani and Chevalisse opposition, sacking several towns and holy sites. They now march near-unopposed in the south of Chevalisse. Meanwhile the Skalds have declared for the Free Alliance, torching the encroaching Wild and slaying monsters worthy of song.” [Warlord waxes, Wild Kind wanes].

>>334881
>“…has suffered a serious set-back, thanks to the frankly heroic efforts of the Albani Resistance and Chevalisse Paladins. Meanwhile the Wild King has torn through the west of the Republic of Helenwood, threatening the Elven capital.” [Warlord wanes, Wild Kind waxes].

>>334881
>“…has suffered a serious set-back, thanks to the frankly heroic efforts of the Albani Resistance and Chevalisse Paladins. Meanwhile the Wild King has torn through the west of the Republic of Helenwood, threatening the Elven capital.” [Warlord wanes, Wild Kind waxes].

>>334881
>“…has smashed through the Albani and Chevalisse opposition, sacking several towns and holy sites. They now march near-unopposed in the south of Chevalisse. Meanwhile the Skalds have declared for the Free Alliance, torching the encroaching Wild and slaying monsters worthy of song.” [Warlord waxes, Wild Kind wanes].

Shit, wrong vote

>>334887
We dont have an agenda, they're both enemies of ours. Vote for whatever you think will be more fun.

>>334881
>“…has suffered a serious set-back, thanks to the frankly heroic efforts of the Albani Resistance and Chevalisse Paladins. Meanwhile the Wild King has torn through the west of the Republic of Helenwood, threatening the Elven capital.” [Warlord wanes, Wild Kind waxes].

>>334887
I think fighting humies is more fun than fighting monsters.

>>334887
I like skalds more than paladins.

>>334881
>“…has smashed through the Albani and Chevalisse opposition, sacking several towns and holy sites. They now march near-unopposed in the south of Chevalisse. Meanwhile the Skalds have declared for the Free Alliance, torching the encroaching Wild and slaying monsters worthy of song.” [Warlord waxes, Wild Kind wanes].

>>334881
>“…has smashed through the Albani and Chevalisse opposition, sacking several towns and holy sites. They now march near-unopposed in the south of Chevalisse. Meanwhile the Skalds have declared for the Free Alliance, torching the encroaching Wild and slaying monsters worthy of song.” [Warlord waxes, Wild Kind wanes].

>>334881
>“…has suffered a serious set-back, thanks to the frankly heroic efforts of the Albani Resistance and Chevalisse Paladins. Meanwhile the Wild King has torn through the west of the Republic of Helenwood, threatening the Elven capital.” [Warlord wanes, Wild Kind waxes].

>>334907
Paladins was Neu. We already beat them.

Personally I feel like "barbarian horde" has been beaten so much there's nothing left but a pile of broken horse bones. I'd much rather have "evil woodland god"

>>334926
Neumunster had 'Saints'. The Heigelen Guard of a professional, aristocratic order.

Chevalisse Paladins are something else entirely.

ded quest rip op

>>335114

>>334879
>Sorry lads, this next bit is the last update for the night

>>335116
I guess I'm blind.

Goddamn I love this quest. Nothing quite like being apart of mercenary band partaking in pillaging and battles.

>>334926
>Personally I feel like "barbarian horde" has been beaten so much there's nothing left but a pile of broken horse bones. I'd much rather have "evil woodland god"
I was thinking more along the lines of "who are the next good guys we're going to face".

>>334881

Once we make that dragon our bitch we should totes make it a fucking Sergeant under our command.

Ain't nobody going to fuck around or try to cheat a goddamn dragon when it's your boss.

And plus, putting it under our command in the annals would be fucking sweet.

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>>337722
>Implying we could do that
>Implying we wouldn't be outmaneuvered

>>337722
That plan has a 0% chance of succeeding.

>>337751
Failing will be funny. And you never know. the dice may favor us.

>>337722
That is really dumb.

>>339469
Youre really late

Just chiming in to say that I'm trying to catch up from the archives, and I'm really enjoying this quest so far.

>>337627
Remember the Warlord and the Wild King are both JUST as bad as the Necromancer. there's 3 evil empires and like 5 "good guys" on this continent.
That report was on how the other evil empires are doing, not on who we're fighting next.

“…has smashed through the Albani and Chevalisse opposition, sacking several towns and holy sites. They now march near-unopposed in the south of Chevalisse. Meanwhile the Skalds have declared for the Free Alliance, torching the encroaching Wild and slaying monsters worthy of song.” [Warlord waxes, Wild Kind wanes].

This puts the Free Alliance in a better position, I think, which means more work for us.