>>669713
Awwww shit here we go boise.
>Heavily, nearly sinking in to your ankles.
>Gives body type ‘Huge’. Bonus to axes and power. Penalty to daggers and stealth.
Going for that tank character

>>669713
>By swinging down, and dropping the last few inches.

>>669735
Yeah but what kind of character you want man?

>>669740
>>669735
Oh never mind. You didn't have the full post. My bad

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>>669713
>Heavily, nearly sinking in to your ankles.

>>669713
>Heavily, nearly sinking in to your ankles.
>Gives body type ‘Huge’. Bonus to axes and power. Penalty to daggers and stealth.

>>669713
>by stepping off from the tip trusting your strong bones and sinking into the sand.
>Gives body type "boney" bonus to dodging and throwing

>>669713

>Heavily, nearly sinking in to your ankles.

Huge: 3 votes

Long limbed: 1 vote

Spooky, scary skellington: 1 vote

Writing

>>669761
We're a big guy.

>>669761
Four votes. I can count. Still writing.

>>669761
Fuck yeah, missed the vote but got what I wanted, we UUUUUUGGEE

>>669770
u4

In your youth, you were chubby. That’s the term Geira, the healer, used anyway. The other kids called you other, less polite names. That all stopped as you grew into your weight, your shoulders broadened, and your arms and chest began to thicken. It’s been a long time since anyone has made any comment to your face.

You grunt as you land from the boat. Sooner or later, your knees aren’t going to be taking this any more. You’ll be some old man, sitting around a tavern table, exaggerating stories about your scars. Until then, however, men to kill and money to be made.

You slowly walk up to the rough line your men have taken on the beach. Already, half a dozen foolish farmers lie dead or dying on the sand. They should have known better.

As your men prepare to rush the village proper, a group of roughly a dozen men, all in chainmail with roundshields and spears arrive to halt your progress. They drop to their knees, and a small hail of arrows fly over their heads. Most of them stick into shields, but you see one man drop to the ground, the wooden shaft sticking out of his chest. Nothing to be done, you begin to bark orders at your men, now that the enemy have been shown to have some teeth.

>Charge! Break their lines!
>Shield wall! Defend your brothers!
>Archers! Pin them down!
>Squads! Divide and conquer!
>Keep them busy! I’ll circle around!

>>669800
>>Shield wall! Defend your brothers!

>>669800
>Charge! Break their lines!
>Shield wall! Defend your brothers!

>>669800
>>Archers! Pin them down!

>>669813
Like an attacking testudo?

>>669824
Yes, more or less. That's a good description for it.

>>669834
Alright, I could get behind that

Alright, I'll start writing an advancing shieldwall. Might be a minute, because I have to find a way to combine the bonuses in a way that won't be too OP

>>669842
Maybe halve each and combine the total? Then again I have no idea how the bonuses work etc

>>669813
I was thinking shielded advance in formations, once we get to the archers we drop the shield line back and send in them boys

>>669842
Yeah, i would say lessen both overall bonuses (like if they would be +5 each, make them +3's) and give half rounding up as a bonus otherwise, but thats me.

>>669854
>>669845

Halved the bonus shield wall would have given you, scrapped the charge one, and gave you a sort of fate point thing with a caveat instead. That work?

>>669858
Like an in-combat freebie high roll? Either way, fate point could work.

>>669858
Sounds good

>>669858
Yeah man whatever is good for you.

>>669861
>>669862
>>669863
I'll post the character sheet when Chargen is done. All bonuses will be on there.

>>669869
That'll work.

“Shield WALL!”, you shout. Nearly instantaneously, your med raise shields, and begin using their shields to cover both themselves and their brothers in arms. “Ad-VANCE!”, you yell to your men. Again, almost as one, the edges of the shield wall curve inward, and sets of spears poke out any holes. Enemy arrows continue to pound harmlessly into the wooden wall.

The walls meet at a sprint, shields and spears almost covering the screams and shouts of battle. Men in the back of both sides begin pounding away with spears and axes. You yourself hook a shield with a massive daneaxe, pulling it away for the man behind to be stuck by a norse spear. This provides the opening your men need, and they swarm the fresh hole, tramping the poor man in the process. Now that battle has been joined proper, you bury the blade of your daneaxe into the skull of a soldier, splitting it nearly down to the jaw. Leaving it there to collect later, you draw a smaller, faster axe and a shield.

Your men are fighting the other various foot soldiers, and a handful are making short work of enemy archers. As the chaos of battle escalates, a man who is clearly an officer steps from around the corner of a house with a pair of bodyguards. Coward wasn’t fighting and bleeding alongside his men, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t dangerous.

He sees you for what you are, and orders his men to attack. He, of course, sits back, and waits for the results.

>Combat begun. Two enemies, both in chainmail, one with a sword and shield, one with a spear.
>You have a bearded axe and a large round shield, and are wearing chainmail. You also have a seax sheathed on your belt.
>Your body type gives you advantages to bullrushing and over powering opponents
>Give me a plan of action, and then roll 3d10

Norsemen used their shields just as much as a weapon as they did a defense. You can absolutely incorporate it in an attack.

Rolled 4, 7, 5 = 16 (3d10)

>>669907
Bullrush the first one in range, when he is off balance, concentrate on the second and use the axe to break his shield. Go for a quick kill if possible.

Rolled 16, 99, 5 = 120 (3d100)

>>669907
I say rush the swordman with the sword and bash him, then use your Axe to try to slash the Spearman's leg. Then Quickly finish off the Swordman and the Spearman.

Rolled 2, 7, 2 = 11 (3d10)

>>669907
Order two men to come with you, together with shields up rush the two opponents. When the clash begins, leave your two men to fight these two and move around to attack the officer. Rush him and lunge at him with an overhead strike

Rolled 8, 7, 1 = 16 (3d10)

>>669913
Fuck me

>>669916
During the rush we want to try to knock the two men down.

Rolled 7, 4, 3, 2, 4, 2 = 22 (6d10)

What's a Handler quest without an obscene amount of secondary rolls?

You take a few steps back to buy yourself some time, and bark at a few men already pulling loot off of a handful of dead archers. They quickly gather their shields and weapons, and form a very small shield wall with you. Quickly explaining the plan to them, you rush the two men, hitting them at a sprint. The man with a spear is knocked clean onto his back, and is quickly finished by a sword to his throat.

The man with a shield is luckier. He manages to misdirect the rush in a way that he avoids the brunt of it, but is still knocked back, stumbling. You leave him for your men to deal with, and slowly walk up to the officer. He grunts at you, and pulls a two-handed sword from a sheath on his back. You heft your shield a little higher, and brace yourself. You hate blocking the weight of these things. He raises it high above his head, and charges you screaming. He hopes to end this fight through sheer ferocity. You doubt it will work.

>1 enemy charging with a 2-handed sword.
>Plan of action?

>>669945
Receive charge, counterattack at midsection with axe, gut him.

>>669945
MET HIS CHARGE WITH A CHARGE

>>669945
As he charges, try to reach with your axe and sweep his legs. If the sword is coming down too fast, then use the shield to try to deflect the sword to the side

>>669945
Pivot to the side whilst deflecting the blow and bring the axe about to hit him in the back/leg

>>669954
Nigger we a huge dude, I doubt we can pivot very easily

>>669955
Literally nothing stops a big guy from pivoting... I mean... if we were fat sure but being tall and well muscled along with an experienced fighter... We can pivot.

>>669955
Pivoting is something that won't be penalized. Now, if you were trying to roll around him and jump back up to tackle him with Huge, that would be different. That's an Athletic thing.

Rolled 10, 7, 1 = 18 (3d10)

Awww fuck. I forgot the 3d10s. Gimme 3. This is for Nameless Officer #4829

Rolled 10, 4, 3 = 17 (3d10)

>>669968

Rolled 2, 5, 8 = 15 (3d10)

>>669968

>>669968

>>669968
Retry

Rolled 10, 4, 2 = 16 (3d10)

>>669979
Third times the charm

>>669979
'dice+xdy' in options field without the ''. A capital D won't work

Rolled 5, 5, 8 = 18 (3d10)

>>669968

Rolled 6, 9, 4 = 19 (3d10)

>>669968

>>669984
I know my phone keep giving me a capital D

>>669968
So he beat us?

>>669990
Handler does combat pretty well, we aren't out of the fight yet

You feign to meet his charge head on. He swings with the rage of a man who knows he’s probably going to lose, and you try to deflect it with your shield. You hit it a little too square, and you hear the weight of the huge sword crack a few planks of your shield, and you can already feel the bruising of your shoulder and forearm. With the lucky hit, you find it hard to maneuver your weapon, but you do manage to slam the edge of your shield into his stomach and pivot around behind him.

He wastes little time catching his breath. He likely knows he doesn’t have it. You can already see his body twisting for a massive, spinning swing.

>Plan of action, then a 3d10 please

>>669993
Duck down underneath the swing and deliver a huge blow of our own right into his stomach again

>>669990
That particular exchange, yes, he came out on top. Very few fights that aren't underfed cabbage farmers will be 1 roll, though. There may be a lot of fight left.

>>669992
thx boo

Rolled 8, 9, 1 = 18 (3d10)

>>669993

>>669993
can we jam the handle of the axe between his legs to fuck up his spin?

Rolled 10, 7, 9 = 26 (3d10)

>>669993

>>669996
You're welcome senpai

>>669999
You can do anything you set your mind to and roll well enough for. I love write-ins.

Rolled 7, 8, 3 = 18 (3d10)

>>669993
Step back from the wide swing, then rush in with shields up when he's open. Bulldoze him to the ground.

>>669999
>>670000
These digits and rolls aren't wrong

>>670000
well with a roll like this I guess it'd bust his knees or drop him face first on the ground open for a big axe strike.

Rolled 4, 1, 8 = 13 (3d10)

I take it we're going for the unconventional axe block, then. Rolling.

>>669999
>>669993
Hell, i like it.

Oh, fuck. Your shield is on the wrong side. You can’t block something that heavy with a weapon. If you’re lucky, this strike is going to take your arm off. If you aren’t, it’s going to get caught in your shield anyway, after cutting you right in half.

Thinking fast, you do about the only thing you can. You swing your axe up, blade down, between his legs. A cheap shot, sure, but the other option is dying. His chainmail stops the worse from happening, but as he twists for the attack, his leg gets caught up on the haft, and the blade opens a gash on his inner thigh.

He screams, and doubles over as you pull your axe free. He’s bent over in front of you. Looking up at you, he snarls something in a language you don’t speak, attempts to swing the sword up at you in one last, desperate attempt to come out the victor of at least this fight.

>Plan of action, then a 3d10 please

Rolled 5, 6, 5 = 16 (3d10)

>>670040
Hit him with your shield, then while he's out/incapacitated, hit him in the head with your axe

Rolled 5, 3, 7 = 15 (3d10)

>>670040
Just take your axe and open a gash in his head

Rolled 2, 1, 9 = 12 (3d10)

>>670040
Catch it with our shield, proceed to axe skull

Rolled 8, 4, 4 = 16 (3d10)

>>670040
Kick him in the face.

Rolled 2, 4, 5 = 11 (3d10)

>>670040
quick step back to avoid the swipe followed by a boot to his face then an axe blow tot he skull while he's down.
big opponents that are light on their feet are scary.

Rolled 3, 4, 1 = 8 (3d10)

Common theme here seems to be 'Apply axe to head'. Rolling for his desparation

You decide to interrupt the wounded man’s swing with a hard jab from the shield into his side. You can hear ribs cracking, even over his shouts, as he knows his time comes to an end. You end his misery with a chop to the back of his neck, finishing the screams in one fell swoop. The head didn’t come right off, as you were hoping, but he’s just as dead, anyway. You kick the sword out of his hand, anyway, and turn around. Your men are standing, watching. They know damn well not to interrupt a fight you’re in, and they’re all old enough to not find the joy in slaughtering peasants when it isn’t needed.

You turn, and raise your bloody axe towards the noon sun. “Pick it clean!,” you shout as the men begin to cheer your name.

>What name is that?

[s]http://www.angelfire.com/wy/svenskildbiter/Viking/viknams3.html
List of viking names that aren’t one of the three everyone knows. Your surname is Svenson, and do everyone involved a favor and please don’t pick Bjorn. But I’m not your collective mothers, do what you want.[/s]

>>670070
Ragnar

>>670070
Spoilers are the bane of my existence. They have over taken road sign captchas. How can I be so consistently dumb.

>>670074
Ctrl+s highlight what you want

>>670070
Leif Skullsplitter

>>670070
>Giermund

>>670070
Alfarin

>>670073
>"Don't pick Bjorn"
>Picks Ragnar

mfw

>>670070
Rodmar Svenson
You can be my mother Handler

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>>670086
>mfw you have no face

>>670086
The Bjorn thing is more of a story reason than an overused thing. It'll make sense in a while.

>>670087
Anon, I'm already your daddy

>>670090
Pretty much anon

It was pretty funny though, picking Ragnar

>>670070
Gorm the Giant

>>670070
Haskell.

Okay, I think that's enough time for options. Please vote from this post for the option you want. Only replies to this post will be counted

>Ragnar

>Leif

>Geirmund

>Alfarin

>Rodnar

>Gorm

>Haskell

>>670114
>Haskell

>>670114
>Haskell the H U G E

>>670114
Haskell 4U>>670122

>>670114
>>Haskell

>>670114
>Haskell

>>669748

I got this reference.

>His skull was ridged all over like a scallop shell and was so thick it survived the hardest blow from a heavy axe when Egil's bones were exhumed in Iceland 150 years after his death.

Haskell we are. Time to wake up. Writing.

>>670114
>Haskell

So are we a real Viking? Like we farm during the planting season and then we raid?

The men begin chanting your name, as always. Now, however, for the first time in as long as you can remember, something is different. There is a man on the beach, a few hundred yards away. A spear in one hand, a raven on each shoulder. He disappears behind a shield that is raised by one of your men, and is gone when it is lowered again. They continue chanting.

“Haskell!”

“Haskell!”

“Haskell, wake up!”

You bolt upright in your hay bed, and see your father shaking you awake. The dream, as always, fades from your mind. You still can’t help but feel something isn’t quite right.

“Get up,” the gruff but loving old man says. “It’s almost mid-day, you laze-about. I need help outside.”

He probably did. Your family’s been on some hard times of late. Your father lost half a hand on a raid and hasn’t gone out since, your mother fell ill on a raid and never recovered, dying some year and a half ago. Lastly, about six months ago, your older brother Bolli left on a raiding ship with about twenty other men. None were seen or heard from since.

You raise yourself up from bed, knowing you’re really the only person your father Sven can count on any more. You pull on warmer clothes, and head outside to the

>Dog kennels
>Gives young puppy. Can be trained into a number of different roles.

>Horse stables
>Gives a sturdy and strong, but slow, horse.

>Crop fields
>Drastically lowers investment cost of raids you organize and fund

>Write-in both where and bonus

>>670161
Depends on a handful of story stuff. But yes, that's one of the ways this could go

>>670165
>>Dog kennels
>>Gives young puppy. Can be trained into a number of different roles.
Name him Casimir

>>670165
>>Crop fields

>>670165
>Crop fields
>Drastically lowers investment cost of raids you organize and fund

>>670165
>Dock and shipwright
>Ship related bonuses

>>670165
>>Crop fields
Farm for days

>>670165
Fuck this is a hard choice.

>Crop fields

>>670165
>>Write-in both where and bonus
Forests to hunt and cut wood
bonus to survival skills, maybe hardiness or perception too if such things are stats.

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>>670173

>>670165
Do we have any thralls?

Looks like voting is slowed down. Normally this would be a pretty dominant fields victory, but there were a few write-ins I'm gonna give a chance.

>Fields

>>670177
>Ship building

>>670183
>Woodsman

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>>670200
>>Fields

>>670200
>Fields

>>670199
You do not. As mentioned, you guys are kind of on the struggle bus right now

>>670200
>Fields

>>670200
>fields

>>670200
>>Ship building

>>670200
>Fields
well if we actually wanna do raids this is best

>>670200
>Ship building

Okay, NOW it can be called a fields victory. Writing.

You step outside to the brisk spring air, and see your father on the plow in one of the fields. You grab a bag of seed and follow him, planting for the year. It’s long, boring work, but at least you aren’t on your hands and knees picking stones and weeds from the soil. That was always the worst. The brightest side, though, is that some day this farm would be yours. Assuming your family's bad luck turned around, this could be quite the income. Which is good, since no one has been willing to take you raiding due to the Svenson’s clan track record of it. One maimed, one dead, one missing. The north takes luck too seriously to mess around with that.

You finish the field in a few hours, and sit down to have a simple lunch with your father, discussing the plans for the rest of the fields. As you finish and stand to head out to the village, your father speaks.

“Knut stopped by earlier, when you were sleeping. It was pretty early, so he didn’t want to wake you. I figure he’s still looking for you.”

Knut Olafson. The tall, lanky bookworm has been your best friend since either of you could walk. The scatterbrained boy of course didn’t tell your father where he would be, so you just thank your father and start heading towards your usual spot.

>The hunting lodge outside of the village, where men lie about the size of fish and game they’ve taken
>Minor Bonus to spears, bows, and survival

>The mead hall, where men exaggerate war stories and show off scars
>Minor Bonus to 1 of (Axes, Swords, Shields)

>The shipyards, where men spend more time fighting about how ships should be built than actually making them
>Bonus to navigation and unarmed combat

>Write in where and bonus

>>670278

>The hunting lodge outside of the village, where men lie about the size of fish and game they’ve taken
>Minor Bonus to spears, bows, and survival

>>670278
>>The shipyards, where men spend more time fighting about how ships should be built than actually making them
>>Bonus to navigation and unarmed combat

>>670278
>>The mead hall, where men exaggerate war stories and show off scars
>>Minor Bonus to 1 of (Axes, Swords, Shields)
Do we pick one or is it 1 to all?

>>670278
>>The mead hall, where men exaggerate war stories and show off scars

>>670288
You'd pick one of those three, and that gets a +1 bonus

>>670278
>>The mead hall, where men exaggerate war stories and show off scars

Okay, mead hall wins. Choose which gets a bonus while I write, please. Axes, swords, or shields.

>>670338
Axe

>>670338
Axe!!

>>670338
Axe

>>670338
Axes

>>670338
Axe

>>670338
>shields
Very useful, and a large factor in personal survival. Also will probably give us some proficiency in being in a shield wall too.

>>670338
And my axe!!

>>670338
Shield!

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The mead hall isn’t far into town, and you enter before too long a walk. As you walk in, the patrons are, as usual, arguing over swords or axes.

You hear your friend, Anders, boasting over the din of the fight. “If you have to argue over them,” he shouts, “it’s because you aren’t skilled enough to use both!”

Anders, the brash young berserker, earns himself a few scowls, a handful of shouts, and even a half-full mug thrown at him for his trouble. His athletic frame has no trouble dodging it. He looks back up from his duck, and he sees you. Waving you over to himself and Knut, a table all to themselves.

“Is Erik not with you,” the lanky Knut asks, referring to the fourth member of your little group. Anders rolls his eyes, and gives a sigh.

“I’ve been telling you. He’s probably at the docks with his dad,” he says. Spends more time fighting down there than I do raiding.”

Knut nods, apparently blind to the exasperation of Anders. “I suppose so, if he’s not with Haskell.” He absentmindedly takes a swig from his mead, before restarting the conversation.

You spend a few hours there, chatting and listening in to stories as you always do. They’re the same as always, except for them getting a little bit more spectacular each time.

Before you know it, Anders stops mid sentence and looks to you. “Don’t you have to be to work, soon?” He asks.

He’s right. You absolutely do. But where?

>Olaf’s trading post
>Read and write Norse, and speak, but not read or write one of: English, French, German, or Russian.
>NOTE: Without this, you can not read or write.

>The mead hall, conveniently enough
>Extra starting funds, minor bonus to charisma

>With Beard Bjorn and, probably, Erik, doing carpentry work
>Minor bonus to survival. Will not suffer penalties due to extended time away from civilization

>Write-in where and bonus

>>670403
>>Olaf’s trading post
>>Read and write Norse, and speak, but not read or write one of: English, French, German, or Russian.
English or French i'd say.

>>670403
>>Olaf’s trading post
>>Read and write Norse, and speak, but not read or write one of: English, French, German, or Russian.
Must be literate to make rune stones

>>670403
>>Olaf’s trading post

>>670403
>>Olaf’s trading post
>>Read and write Norse, and speak, but not read or write one of: English, French, German, or Russian.
English

>>670403
>>Olaf’s trading post
English

>>670403
>Olaf’s trading post

Calling for the trading post. Also looks like you're going with English. If anyone disagrees with that, complain from this post

Also, small disclaimer: I realize it wouldn't be English. I'm not fucking around with all the tiny nations that would be around at this point in history. We'll be using 'England' instead of Wales and half a dozen -Umbrias, etc

>>670438
Merde!

I kid, english is fine.

>>670446
Northumbria #1 tho!!!!

Also. Give me 5 rolls of 1d150. Taking the average of them for starting cash, since you didn't take mead hall

Rolled 29, 111, 12, 65, 119 = 336 (5d150)

>>670472

>>670472
Rollin for Odins praise!

Rolled 34 (1d150)

>>670472

Rolled 47, 134, 65, 144, 60 = 450 (5d150)

>>670472

>>670477
1d150, bud

Rolled 26 (1d150)

>>670472
Woops

Rolled 46 (1d150)

>>670472

Looks like we're starting on hard mode for money

Rolled 46 (1d150)

>>670472

Rolled 44 (1d150)

>>670488
whoops...

Rolled 15 (1d50)

>>670472

“Why yes, yes I do,” you reply. “Olaf’s probably so lost in his books anyway, he won’t notice I’m already late. You heading home anyway, Knut?”

“I am, actually. I’ll tag along.”

The two of you make the way out of town down the coast. While you walk, you chat idly. Knut really is an incredible friend. So thirsty to see the world, he still won’t go on a raiding party to experience it without you. That’s friendship.

You arrive at the trading post, and start going over the ledger. Olaf is much like his son, Knut, head in the clouds, far more interested in adventure and mystery than the practicality of running a business. His daughter isn’t much better, but she’s pretty enough to get away with it. So, he taught you to read and write so he could spend more time with more fascinating things. Not that you’re complaining. You realize how useful a skill it is, especially if you’ll be running the farm some day.

You finish up, and find everything in the order it should be. Olaf pays you for the day, and you wave goodbye to the family as you leave to head home. You’re about halfway home, with about half an hour of daylight left. That’s when you hear Bow Bjorn’s horn.

Three bellows. Frost giants, on the way. Every able bodied man is expected to come to the villages defense, and you’re no coward. You sprint home, and consider your options for weapons.

>Choose two

>Your handaxe
More a hatchet than a true axe, but it’ll do in a pinch.

>The wood splitting axe out back
Heavy and awkward, it will still crush anything it won’t cut.

>Dad’s old greatsword
Before he lost three fingers, Sven was a terror with this thing. You could be, too.

>Mom’s shield
Your mother was a feared shieldmaiden. You reckon many men have lost teeth and broken noses on the edge of this.

>Bolli’s old sword
Your brother replaced this sword just a few weeks before he disappeared with the rest of the Tyr’s Fury. Still sharp, though.

>The hunting spear
If you trust this against a bear or a boar, you trust it against a frost giant

>Your short bow
Meant for less dangerous game than bears or giants, this is more than capable of putting holes in threats

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>>670562
Aaaaand Forgot Knut.

>>670562
>The wood splitting axe out back

>>670562
>shield
>HANDAXE

>>670562
>>The wood splitting axe out back

>>670562
>Your handaxe
>Mom’s shield

>>670562
>Your handaxe
>Mom’s shield
Axe and shield

>>670562
>Your handaxe
>Mom’s shield

>>670562
>>The wood splitting axe out back
>Heavy and awkward, it will still crush anything it won’t cut.

>Mom’s shield
Your mother was a feared shieldmaiden. You reckon many men have lost teeth and broken noses on the edge of this.

Also, forgot to mention. Unless specifically mentioned otherwise by my, you always have a seax on your belt that does not factor into how much you can carry

>>670562
>Dad's old greatsword
>Your short bow

We either hack their heels to shit, or put some eyes out.

>>670582
The spliting axe will be two handed, and you cannot use a shield with it yet

Does that change your vote?

>>670593
Our little baby arms can't handle it. FIne, lets go Shield and hatchet

>>670562
>The wood splitting axe out back
>Mom’s shield

>>670602
I meant Hand Axe

Looks like 1h axe and shield wins. Writing.

Also, we're finally done with chargen! Only took four hours.

>>670611
But whats our hair color? How do we wear our beard? Do we have a birthmark on our left thigh?

>>670611
>4 hours for chargen

Better than House and Dominion. The smallest decisions on there can last for days.

>>670617
You guys can bicker about that on your own

>>670621
Never followed it. Worth checking out archives?

Here's the character sheet. Let me know if anything looks wrong, and bring up anything that seems unbalanced right off the bat

http://pastebin.com/3YQyKhpV

>>670617
Black hair, beard is braided or maybe knotted

>>670634
Looks well put together, but we need that coinage.

>>670634
So we axe really good and can kinda shield. Good enough for me

>>670634
I'd say it's worth it. Definitely one of my favorite quests ever. It can get a bit tiresome seeing the anons bicker over the smallest things over and over though.

Also it's like a month long investment. There are a lot of threads.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=House%20and%20Dominion

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There may be better and more conventional weapons than your hatchet, but none that you’re more familiar or comfortable with. You grab it from it’s spot in your room, and take your late mother’s shield off the wall on your way out. You sprint back into the village, the adrenaline keeping you from being too winded.

You seem to be just a touch late to the party, and you can hear fighting on the far end of town. You won’t make it there, now, though. There’s a frost giant between you and there, and you know damn well he sees you.

Luckily, it seems Bow Bjorn has already done some work on this one. He’s wounded. Two arrows in your back, and you’ve seen enough of Bjorn’s handiwork to know that’s his spear wound on it’s belly.

He’s no less dangerous just because he’s hurt, though. He’s still probably ten feet, tallish for a giant, but not massive. LIkely weighs about six hundred pounds, too, and boy is he pissed. He screams a guttural shriek, and charges you, teeth bared. You raise the shield, rather unused to the weight, but still feeling somewhat natural. Your other hand grips the axe handle ever tighter.

>Plan of action? There are a number of small alleys and buildings that could ducked into. Roll a 3d10 with your plan, please.

>>670650
I'm still trying to catch up on Banished. I'm like 10% of the way through the archives. I love the quest, but I'm finding it hard to convince myself to read through 185 more threads.

May after that, though.

Rolled 3, 3, 3 = 9 (3d10)

>>670660

try and dive through his legs and slice his tendons as we go.

Rolled 1, 5, 2 = 8 (3d10)

>>670660
Don't get hit, hit with axe

>>670660
In it's back*

Rather obviously, I imagine, but still. For the record.

Rolled 10, 7, 4 = 21 (3d10)

>>670660

Rolled 6, 7, 7 = 20 (3d10)

>>670660
>Throw axe into his head

Rolled 9, 6, 10 = 25 (3d10)

>>670660
Chop behind its knees like you'd chop down trees. Keep the shield up against its fists.

>>670663
I don't blame you. Banished Quest is much better when you can just ignore the fact each thread is 90% shitposts.

Also supporting >>670686
It won't be as dangerous if it can't walk.

Alright, can't really combine these, so I'm going to put it to a vote. High roll is a 21

>Dive between legs
>Dodge, Axe on the way by
>Throw axe at face
>Defend with shield, go for knees

>>670704
>Dodge, Axe on the way by

>>670704
>>Dodge, Axe on the way by

>>670704
>Dodge, Axe on the way by

Remember guys, rolling isn't our thing

>>670704
>>Dodge, Axe on the way by
Best idea really

>>670704
>>Dodge, Axe on the way by
I suppose avoiding instead of taking the hits on our shield is a better idea.

Rolled 7, 8, 6 = 21 (3d10)

Rolling for fuzzy, then writing

>>670726
Tie. Do bonuses go into these?

Rolled 1, 7, 7, 4, 8 + 5 = 32 (5d10 + 5)

>>670732
Testing something

I've never tried adding bonuses to multirolls before.

>>670742
It's just on its own then. Kinda disappointing.

>>670732
The weapon skill don't really work like that. You can use them to increase a roll, similar to vys in Banished as long as you're using that weapon.

Also, combat isn't a roll against. Both your rolls are independent of each other.

Would you like to add any 1h axe skill to this attack?

>>670748
Wait so how do we replenish them?

>>670758
Honestly, it's a little subjective. Basically, just an extended amount of time not in combat. I don't want to give it a hard post count because not all of them take up the same amount of time

>>670777
I'd rather not use it then. Let's save it until we actually need it

You hold your ground, letting it rush you. At the last second, you spin on the ball of a foot, and send a slash down it’s back. Blood begins to run down the thick, oily fur, and it manages to stop nearly in it’s tracks. It spins an arm back around in a savage swing at your chest. You manage to get the shield up in time, but you’re still knocked back several steps, and are finding it hard to catch your breath.

It turns to face you, snarling. It seems much more cautious now, but no less angry. It waits, eyeing you, waiting for you to make a move.

>Round 1, over
>Frost giant injured, now seriously wounded
>Haskell injured, now barely wounded
>Plan of action, and a 3d10 please

Rolled 5, 1, 5 = 11 (3d10)

>>670799
Fake it out. Go for a swing with our axe, hit it in the face with our shield while it's distracted.

Rolled 5, 9, 7 = 21 (3d10)

>>670799
Backing >>670813

Rolled 4, 8, 6 = 18 (3d10)

>>670799
Circle around wait for it to charge, counter attack

Rolled 4, 4, 10 = 18 (3d10)

>>670799
Catch your breath, get into some buildings with thick pillars. If the frost giant tries to grab around it with its arms, cut some limbs with the axe using the pillar as a base to pin it with.

Alright, another secondary vote. High roll is a 21

>Feign axe, smash shield
>Bait it into a charge
>Take a position in a house

>>670841
>>Feign axe, smash shield

>>670841
>>Bait it into a charge

>>670841
>>Feign axe, smash shield

>>670841
>>Bait it into a charge

>>670841
>Feign axe, smash shield

>>670841
Burn a shield point

Rolled 5, 10, 10 = 25 (3d10)

>>670853
Vote yes or no for this while I write, please

>>670854
Fuck you

>>670854
>dat roll
Yes please. Odin guide us.

>>670853
Yeah alright.

>>670854
Yes

>>670859
That's for frost faint

>>670854
Oof, glad I voted to burn the shield point. Good job green ID anon.

>>670862
Giant*

>>670868
I know. That's why I voted "yes" for the shield point.

>>670870
I understand now. My reading comprehension was fucked from the giant fucking we're about to get.

You circle for a moment, considering your options. You briefly want to bait it into a charge, but you got tagged last time that happened and reconsider.

You’ve spent enough time in the meadhall to know a few things about frost giants. They’re smart enough to be tricked, but too dumb to realize it. You fake a swing low with the axe to get its arms down, then at the last second, pull back and slam the shield into its screaming maw, stepping into the blow and putting your considerable weight behind it. You feel, rather than hear or see, the cheek bone crush beneath the powerful strike. You’re not sure, but you think an eyeball bursts

It screams in agony and out of pure instinct, lashes out with a powerful arm. The attack throws you against a house wall, and you feel the wicked claws dig into your chest, drawing blood and forcing a scream from your throat.

The frost giant seems to know it’s on its last leg, and charges you brutally. He wants to use his size and weight to end this fight before it’s too late.

>Frost giant injured, now greatly wounded
>Haskell injured, now moderately wounded
>Plan of action? Then roll a 3d10 please

Rolled 5, 9, 6 = 20 (3d10)

>>670899
>Just hit the fucker in the head with your axe

Rolled 4, 1, 5 = 10 (3d10)

>>670899
Take cover behind anything solid. Let it wear itself out, then finish it off once it's bled white and tired.

Rolled 3, 8, 2 = 13 (3d10)

>>670899
throw the axe at its head and two hand the shield.

Rolled 8, 1, 8 = 17 (3d10)

>>670899
>Throw the axe at it's face.

Rolled 8, 1, 6 = 15 (3d10)

>>670899

Rolled 2, 10, 9 = 21 (3d10)

>>670899
Get out of the way, hit him in the back of the head with our axe when he passes.

>>670905
>>670918
>>670919
You need to worry about context anons. If a 600+ pound monster is charging us, it isn't going to stop when it dies. Getting out of the way and not being crushed is much more important.

Rolled 7, 3, 7 = 17 (3d10)

You guys are always just different enough I can't mix them.

Apply axe to head

>Old fashioned way
>Throwing
>Dodging, then old fashioned way

>>670930
>>Old fashioned way

>>670930
>Throwing

>>670930
>Dodging, then old fashioned way

>>670930
<Throw AND dodge

>>670930
>>Old fashioned way
Burn axe point

>>670930
>>Old fashioned way
Maybe burn a point to be safe ?

>>670930
>>Old fashioned way

>>670930
>>Dodging, then old fashioned way

Old fashioned way has won, seems like. Burn axe point?

>>670954
Sure. I hope we don't get smashed.

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The beast lunges at you, screaming bloody murder the whole time. You react, rather than attack, but it does the job just as well. As it closes the distance, you find our arm swinging forward with a force you didn’t know you had inside.

The axe head slams into the creature's face, and it instantly goes limp. Luckily, you have the presence of mind to step out of the way quickly as it slams into the ground, dead. You take a deep breath, and look around you.

Leaning ever-so-casually against a wall a few houses down is none other than Big Bjorn. The only man in the village taller than you, and the local raid leader. Pretty much any ship that leaves your village is under Big Bjorn’s orders. He begins walking towards you, his eyes not leaving you.

He reaches the other side of the dead frost giant, and looks down at it. One handedly, he lifts its head to pull your axe out of his face.

“Let’s go see Geira for those wounds,” he says. “Then I think we should go talk to your father.”

>Say something in response

And

>Go with Big Bjorn
>Don’t

>>670985
>Go with Big Bjorn
can't think of anything to say... maybe just a nod.

>>670985
>say something in response

Ask why we need to

and

>Go with Big Bjorn
If there aren't any more Frost Giants

>>670985
>>Go with Big Bjorn

"So how was your day?"

>>670985
>Go with Big Bjorn
>Looks like I gave him a splitting headache

>>670985
>>Go with Big Bjorn
Senpai noticed us

>>670985
"How many frost giants would you say all this was?"
>Go with Big Bjorn
Go with for our wounds/talk, or go as in raiding? My answer's the same either way but a little clarification is nice.

>>670985
>Get our axe back.
>"I'm claiming that beast's remains. I could use a rug for our floor."
>Go with Big Bjorn

>>670985
>Go with Big Bjorn

Hey, how´s the battle going?

How many Bjorns are there? Or does Bjorn just have literally every nickname and honorary out there?

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“How’s the battle going?,” you ask as you reach for your ask. “How many were there?”

“It’s over,” he says, simply. “There were six, including this one. A little small for a raiding party, but winter might have been hard on them.”

You begin walking beside him, beginning to feel the burning pain in your chest now that the adrenaline is running out. “Think he has a splitting headache after that?”

Big Bjorn groans, and raises a hand to his face. “I’ve taken swords that hurt less than that joke, Haskell.”

“Any chance I could get Bow Bjorn to turn him into a rug?,” you ask as you chuckle to yourself. Fuck Big Bjorn, that was funny.

“Stop cracking bad jokes, I’ll have him do a full mount,” He replies, giving you a playful shove. Problem is, the man’s a giant, and nothing he does is gentle. You stumble to the side.

“So, why am I coming with you?”

“Because Geira needs to clean and bandage those gashes, and I need to talk to Sven about something. I want you there for it.” He’s not a man that does a lot of extra talking.

You walk silently for most of the rest of the way, and the awkwardness is almost painful to you. “So… How’s your day going?,” you ask, desperate for some conversation.

“I think it just got a whole lot better,” he says, smiling into the distance.

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You try to think about what he meant, but before you know it, you’re at Geira’s house. Goti, the blacksmith, is sitting in a chair, a massive bruise already crossing his face, and he seems somewhat out of it. Must have taken a blow to the head and rung his bell. Astrid is also there, helping Geira.

When she sees you, she leaves Goti in Astrid’s hands, and walks over to you, tsking your wounds. She cuts your shirt off, and begins applying a slave and bandages while chastising you about ‘being so irresponsible’ as to get yourself mauled.

You sit patiently through both her care and her lecture, and before you know it, she’s got you bandaged up and is back working on Goti.

Astrid leaves the concussed blacksmith, and walks over to your spot in the room.

“And just what happened to you,” she asks in her quiet voice, looking between your wounds and your face.

“Took a frost giant, all by himself,” Big Bjorn steps in. “Don’t do that for the first time without a little blood.”

>Say something?

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>>671057
Oh, right. that's why I got a second Astrid pic. This one looks pissed. Ignore it, please.

>>671057
"It'll make a great rug."

>>671057
Frost giant wasn't very happy to see me

>>671057
>Any chance I can get you to kiss it better?

>>671057
I just wanted to axe him a question.

>>671057
"It was pretty angry, but we buried the hatchet."

>>671067
We probably shouldn't do this. Bjorn'll probably get pissed at us.

>>671067
That's a good way to lose your lips

>>671057
Make stupid axe jokes!

This, of course >>671071 >>671075

>>671057
"To be fair, it was already wounded."

>>671047
There are three Bjorns. Big Bjorn, the one you're currently with. Bow Bjorn, the hunter/woodsman type of the village. Finally, Beard Bjorn, who is the village carpenter. Bow and Big were born on the same day, so no one had a chance to collaborate, and Beard Bjorn moved into the village later.

Had anons picked the name, they would have been Baby Bjorn.

>>671071
>>671075
I am 100% behind the intentionally shit puns though.

Come on guys no more puns. One is enough for a thread

>>671076
Is she with him?

>>671057
This >>671080

Alright, you know the drill by now

>Bad axe joke
>Try for the kiss
>Play it down

>>671084
No, but I mean, she is your best friend's little sister

>>671084
Nah, I just have a feeling.
Or maybe she is? We don't actually know yet.

>>671097
>>Bad axe joke

>>671097
>>Bad axe joke
>>Try for the kiss
If the kiss goes bad play it off as another bad joke

>>671097
>>Play it down
Humble Haskell?

>>671097
>Play it down

>>671097
>>Bad axe joke
Then
>Play it down