>>924938

You are Lieutenant 'Prince'. A seasoned NCO of the Black Company that, through a cruel twist of fate, found yourself landed with an officer's commission. Now you find yourself in command of the 7th Kiregstrom Shocktroopers, a position with more responsibility and scrutiny than you ever wanted.

7th Kriegstrom Platoon
Comprised of the most well-armed and armoured troops, 7th Platoon offers the meanest, fiercest and, given the mortality rate, dumbest soldiers to be found in the Black Company. A more bizarre collection of fighting men and women has likely never been seen. Down-on-their-luck heroes with a magic swords and brooding pasts like Cairsun; escaped slaves with a penchant for magik like Nissar; disgruntled veterans of the Nuemunster Legions like Corporal ‘Jack’ Marcus; Scarred Wildborn ‘Smiles’ (because fighting is really all a Wildborn knows); aging Skald huscarls like Hirstun of Ligh that should have retired long ago. You even have a mute rotten undead warrior, ‘Mask’, which is one even you haven’t heard before. Nevermind the fekking Dragon.

They’re your men (and women). Mercenaries, that kill for money. Warriors, with the right degree of pride and stubbornness. Soldiers, that fight for the man next to them. You never wanted this position, deciding who dies where. Dark Father knows it’s only a matter of time before you get them all killed.

Recap
Following the fall of the Neumunster city of Sarsburg several weeks ago, your Employer has sent his unholy host spread throughout the entirety of the western and northern reaches of the Neumunster Nation. While the main part of the Company and the undead went west to Oxenfurt Bridge, you were tasked with the seizure of the northern town of Kresden.

Having taken Kresden mostly intact, at the cost of a few comrades to the ravenous Grenn, the rest of the province should follow in short order. For now though, you're busy stopping your own men doing more damage to the town in occupying it than they ever did in taking it.

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>>924999
”I liked what I saw last night, sir.” CPL 'White Bitch' Tara leans in with a hungry grin and whispers conspiratorially “You ever done it in a church?”

"Yes, yes I have." Well, technically not a church per-se but it probably counts. You ponder the CPL's offer for a moment; issues like rank, favouritism and sexual frustration are considered in turn. Father, it's been a while. Ah fek it, why turn down a willing and attractive woman? It will be on your terms though. "But we're not putting on a fekking show for the troops, Corporal. I'm staying at the manor. Report to my room tonight for your... debriefing."

You feel a smug sense of satisfaction at CPL ‘White Bitch’ Tara’s taken aback expression, to her credit she quickly recovers.

“Done. Was wondering when you’d grow some balls, ‘your lordship’.” She grunts, nodding at your shoulder. A thin trail of red is pouring from underneath your battered shoulder plate [HP: 19/25]. ”What happened there? Didn’t see that Dog-fek put so much of a touch on you.”

“Ach.” You shrug, then wince. ”That Cataphract got in a good one. I kind of let it lie for a bit."

”Idiot.” ‘White Bitch’ deadpans without affection. ”Get it seen to.”

It’s not so bad, a few days rest will see you right as rain. If you stick around now then you’re bound to be late for them town council meeting with the other LT’s.

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[Selected]
>”Actually, I wanted to talk to about Snake. He’s one of yours isn’t he?” [Elite]

>>924938
> Like Saint, Prince is for pure and not for lewd. [Elite]
>A nice tasteful fade-to-black, please. Everything else is fair game. [Courage]

>>925011
>>A nice tasteful fade-to-black, please. Everything else is fair game. [Courage]

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>>925011

”Actually, I wanted to talk to about Snake. He’s one of yours isn’t he?” You can still make the meeting on time easy enough, but that… behaviour beforehand needs to be addressed.

”Yeah, course I got stuck with the bleedin’ elf. Calls himself THE Snake. Fekkin wanker.” ‘White Bitch’ gives a noncommittal flick of the wrist. ”Damn fast little twerp though. Can carve a body up like a dwarven warmachine on speedo. Why?”

”A little unpleasantness earlier with the locals. Him and a few rangers had cornered a girl…”

”Fekking again? Why can’t the knife-ears pay for it like every other sorry bastard in this cohort?” The Corporal starts to spit contemptuously. She remembers that she’s in a church and thinks better of it. “He give you trouble?”

”Something like that. Nothing worth a Captain’s Court, but still…”

”You’re one of them Blackguards right?” You nod. ”Fekkin easy then, so is he. Challenge the noncey prick, beat him blue and be done with it. One, no issue of you being a tosspot and abusing rank powers. Two, the little shit learns his place. Three, the rest of this sorry lot will think twice before giving you lip as well.”

‘White Bitch’ grins as she finishes counting off her points on her fingers. A feat made somewhat less impressive as she didn’t need to utilise her injured arm.

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[Selected: Custom]
> I want to set an example. Rape, murder, insurbodination. That won’t fly. I’ll beat it into them if I have to.” [Heart of Gold + 1; Courage]

The thing though is it's really a mix of the two. Having the town hear about the rape is a problem, yes, but it's relatively minor.

Insubordination about the rape is a big fucking issue though. You listen to your superiors, no questions asked. you don't get pissy and try to start something.

>>924938
>A nice tasteful fade-to-black, please. Everything else is fair game. [Courage]

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>>925034

”I’m no fan of rapists and that sort of scum in the ranks, but that’s not the problem here.” You stroke your chin, the stubbles of missed hair annoying you. ”The problem is the disobedience. I’m going to put a stop to that. And I’m going to do it as fekking hard as it needs to be.”

”Huh, thought you were gonna go all preacher on me for a moment there. You’re right, them acting up is one thing. But it’s them acting up to you that calls for the beating.” With a lustful wink ‘White Bitch’ takes her leave. ”Best get to that meeting of yours. See you later, Prince.”

The Manor isn’t too far from the Temple, but you haven’t even turned the corner when the crash of breaking glass alerts you. Quickening your pace you see four more rangers, making a fekking nuisance of themselves again. You grit your teeth in frustration. Can’t they hold off for one fekking moment?

The four Zikashi sisters. Brown-skinned, hard, wiry women as deadly with their knives as they are with their massive warbows, on horse or foot. Even among the rangers they keep to themselves, laughing and talking in their own circle but content with sullen silence in the presence of anyone else. Only the eldest, with the war paint, ever talks to anyone. And she does so in single words where possible.

You never paid them much heed, but now they’re smashing and looting this shop. Which makes them your business. Currently the youngest, just finishing her transition from lanky boy-looking creature to full-bodied woman. Next to her a face-down figure dressed in upstreet townsman clothes groans, his head slightly bloody. And squatting next to him, biting down on a Gelt coin…

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>>925050
”Vendis FEKKING Durvano.”

You’re a little too surprised to actually be angry at one of your old team from 2nd Squad. ”What is this? And why the fek aren’t you on the walls with CPL ‘Jack’ Marcus?”

”Arrrr, Capn! It warms me sore heart to see ya so hale and hearty. The kindly Corporal has a billet in place now for the walls, I’m on in two hours.” The ex-pirate from the Sabari Isles gives you a winning grin, made all the more pretty with his missing teeth haphazardly replaced with gold or other cheaper metals.

”It’s ‘Lieutenant’ or ‘Sir’, not ‘Captain’ Trooper. Unlike Nissar you have no excuse to fek up the rank names. Now what is going on here?”

He gestures to the broken windows and slightly battered shop, door knocked off of its hinges as further crashing ensues inside.

”Oh, this? Harhar, just a wee mite o’ rekkysiton.”

”Rekky… you mean -requisition-?”

”Thats the one, by thunder!” Trooper Durvano roars as he slaps his knee. ”By the mermaid’s muff I love these landlubber terms. Anyway, our mutual acquaintance Brento gave up a list of well-to-do townsfolk which might be of a particular interest.”

Brento, one of the less than upstanding members of Kresden society who provided your platoon with a hideout yesterday. You suspected something like this was part of the deal, but it seems no one had the gall to actually tell you. Trooper Vendis Durvano must see something in your scowl that shows you’re not in the mood for this. He holds up a palm placatingly.

”Easy, El-Tee. Turning a bind eye to some of Brento’s activities, provided he’s reasonable about it, was part of the deal of him harbouring us for the night. In return we get the pickings of those which might be the most useful for us.”

”And what would we find ‘most useful’.” You’re quite sure Durvano’s definition of ‘useful’ is likely restricted to tits and gold.

”Weapons, matey. Weapons.” The ex-pirate’s grin grows ever wider. ”This here shop holds prisoner the finest weapons in the county. Me and these here lovely little pretties sought to liberate them. For the good of the Company, you see?”

At this he reaches out to pat the eldest Zikashi sister on the should, but quickly retracts it as her hand shoots to a wicked looking dagger at her side. He smiles nervously.

”Ah, short tempers. And rude. And not much for talk. Fekking bitches actually. But other than that, yar they be quite lovely companions. Care to join us, chief?”

>>924938
>A nice tasteful fade-to-black, please. Everything else is fair game. [Courage]

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>>925082

[Selected]
>Fine. But it’s not a free for all, we collect it and distribute the good stuff later. No sticky fingers.” [Experience]
Also made a point to see if we could recruit the maker of the blades (assuming he is so inclined) to join our company permanently.

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And so we begin the thread in earnest!

3 Rolls of 1d100, please!

>DC Easy 80

0 = What is this stuff, scrap metal?
1 = Decent enough blades for Supply, but nothing that catches your eye.
2 = Good steel. And this particular blade looks mighty fine.
3 = Damn fine steel. This one over here has clearly been magiked...

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>925110

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>925110

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>925110

>>925110
That is NOT the other Vendis Durvano pic I meant to post. But I guess it works.

>>925016
>>925029
>>925043
>>925107

You have chosen wisely. Mostly because I can't write smut for shit and am not really inclined to.

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>>925127
Do you want a version of that pic that isn't small and unreadable?

>>925110
>Anything short of 50 Shades Of Kriegstrom is a damn disappointment. [Experience]
When you put it like that how can I not?
Plus literally everyone else voted for fade to black like I would have so it doesn't even matter.

>>925127
Oh noooo but I really wanted to read smut on 4chan! It's so important and is always such a gripping experience. Like reading Sonic fanfiction or clamping my dick in a set of jumper cables.

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>925110

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>>925136
Pfft, no.
Yes and thanks.

>>925154
> Like reading Sonic fanfiction or clamping my dick in a set of jumper cables.

I thought we weren't going to talk about Bad Hand and Sister Syka.

>>925113
>>925118
>>925126
> 3 Success!

The ‘requisition’ is commenced with a lot less shouting, laughter and smashing than would probably be the case if a superior officer wasn’t present. As it is the Zikashi sisters methodically break every class cabinet in the respectable storefront, even those clearly unlocked or open. You and Vendis follow through, heavy boots crunching over broken glass.

As a mercenary you find yourself using sharp things quite often. Over time, you have come to recognise that it behoves you to familiarise yourself with the identities of those who make the –best- sharp things. Similar to how a cavalrymen knows his horses, you know your swords.

So you recognise where few would that the maker of these blades is very very good.

”Durvano, who does this shop belong to?”

”Fellow by the name of Flinn.”

”Flinn?” You try to stifle an undignified squeak of excitement. “Comenos Flinn? THE Comenos Flinn?”

”You know him?” Vendis Durvano asks half-interestedly as he looks over a gaudy piece of scrap-metal clearly designed to look good on a prince’s waist than in their hand. The Trooper is more interested in the impractical gold hilt than the finely honed blade.

”He’s only the human alive to study under the Albani Runemasters in our … lifetime… wow…”

Your rant trails off as you spot a beautiful specimen, tucked away in the corner. Trooper Durvano, no stranger to the look of pure greed, grins at your expression.

”Arr, you be the commanding officer, sir. First pick o’ the booty, says I!”

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Pick one. Only one is present, no handing off the other to subordinates.

> Blade of Butchery = +5DC (Wounds inflicted last round detract from opponents DC in the current round)

> Sword of Sovereignty = +5DC (First order issued that combat round does not inflict a DC penalty)

>>925242
>Sword of Sovereignty = +5DC (First order issued that combat round does not inflict a DC penalty)
That'll actually be really good after Forgotten adds Tier 4 perks.

>>925242
> Sword of Sovereignty = +5DC (First order issued that combat round does not inflict a DC penalty)

>>925242
> Sword of Sovereignty = +5DC (First order issued that combat round does not inflict a DC penalty)

>>925242
Which orders do inflict a DC penalty again? Sword of Sovereignty would be more in character but I want to minmax.

>>925242
>> Blade of Butchery = +5DC (Wounds inflicted last round detract from opponents DC in the current round)

y not
i mean how eils are we going to rip and tear?

>>925242
> Sword of Sovereignty = +5DC (First order issued that combat round does not inflict a DC penalty)

we dont realy give orders much durning the fights
so i dont know how much help the order sword is going ot work for us.

>>925242
> Blade of Butchery = +5DC (Wounds inflicted last round detract from opponents DC in the current round)

>>925242
>> Blade of Butchery = +5DC (Wounds inflicted last round detract from opponents DC in the current round)

>>925274
Any Order inflicts a -10DC penalty (you issue it when you decide stances, My Blood For His etc).

So you could make 3 orders for a -30DC in personal combat. The Sword of Sovereignty basically makes the first order a DC freebie.

>>925406
but it only works once per fight right?
wheres the other sword keeps on working as long as we keep cuting people up right?

>>925423
Once per combat round.

>>925440
oh i was thinking it was just once per fight woops
not that bad then but still we naver really use the orders in cr

>>925423
Both work every combat round.

>>925406
Okay, since we are using My Blood For His regularly that means we'll have +10 (well, technically not have -10) most rounds, whereas the other sword would have an effect of only +(a few) when we do damage, so
>>925242
>> Sword of Sovereignty = +5DC (First order issued that combat round does not inflict a DC penalty)

looks like the order stick has won
also i wounder would the people we have in the company will make differnt talks about which sword we pick?
like saint lieks this one, where the whit bitch loves the other one

>>925495
>Pick one. Only one is present, no handing off the other to subordinates.
There is only Schrödinger's sword.

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>>925254
>>925259
>>925267
>>925327
>>925462

Blade of Butchery
>>925282
>>925383
>>925391

>Gained Sword of Sovereignty!
"Bit by bit, the bitter Corporal became the very thing which he had once so wholly hated. A Father-damned 'Officer'."

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Tentatively picking up the intricately wrought sword, somewhere between a bastard-sword and a claymore, you experience an odd sensation. Similar to when you first donned the Cloak of Command.

For once you actually feel ‘commandery’. As if people should listen to you for no good reason other than because you’re the one saying stuff. You take your hand off the hilt and the sensation vanishes as quickly as it appeared. You again feel like the very mortal and very ordinary mercenary out of his depth.
If the rest of the Albani work is anything like this you should have looted a Runesmith while you were in Albani years ago, regardless whose side you were on at the time.

You realise Trooper Durvano has been talking to you for quite some time now.

”Sorry, what?”

”Yarr, I –said- the shopkeep outside had a few words to say with a wee touch of encouragement. He says your Comenos fella be away. His son Argyle be the one running the show for now, holed up in some place other side o’ town.”

”Ah, yes.” If you could get your hands on the master swordsmith, Supply would probably bend over backwards for the rest of your life…

”Where is Comenos then?”

[1/2]

>>925517
i think you missed understand me
i might if we pick one of the swords/only one there then would depanding on the sword we pick would effact the people around us

>>925517
I think he means there would be different reactions to your new sword based on your choice.

Captain Kiranova for one will like that you are apparently -trying- to look more like a dashing officer than a fleabitten Corporal.

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[2/2]

”Give me a salty second, sir.” Vendis Durvano turns around and walks outside. You’re too busy admiring the blade to notice the muffled muttering, the soft thuds, a groan and then some more muttering. The ex-pirate comes back into the store with a sheepish grin, mercifully not displaying his lack of authentic teeth for once.

”Err, y'see… last anyone heard this Comenos sort was staying at the Swordmaker’s Guild.” Durvano rubs the back of his neck. ”In Sarsburg.”

”Ah.” Well that puts paid to that. If Comenos was among the few survivors that made it to the palace he certainly wasn’t advertising himself.

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>“I doubt the son will be inclined to help us then. Best take what’s here and be done with it.” [Clever]

>“Might as well try to recruit this Argyle whelp. I’m sure he can get over the death of his father.” [Courage]

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”And er… what about them, Captain? Er, sir, I means of course.” Vendis Durvano nods over at the Zakashi sisters.

Three of them are ululating their shrill victory cries as one swirls on top of a turned over cabinet, holding aloft a bunch of shiny (and empty) scabbards.

You swear being an officer is like dealing with children sometimes. Angry, dangerous children.

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> Stay out of their way. The fekking Rangers are LT ‘Shaftie’s problem. Not mine, and not yours. [Experience]

> Try to make sure they don’t kill anyone. Fetch SGT ‘Bad Hand’ if things get out of… hand. [Elite]

>>925557
yes thats what i was talking baout

>>925568
>>“Might as well try to recruit this Argyle whelp. I’m sure he can get over the death of his father.” [Courage]

> Stay out of their way. The fekking Rangers are LT ‘Shaftie’s problem. Not mine, and not yours. [Experience]

>>925540
>>925557
Oh yeah, now I understand. I believe they certainly would.

>>925568
>>“Might as well try to recruit this Argyle whelp. I’m sure he can get over the death of his father.” [Courage]
No preference for the crazy girl decision.

>>925590
would we try to stop the carzy woman from rapeing a guy if we walked in on them??

>>925568
>“Might as well try to recruit this Argyle whelp. I’m sure he can get over the death of his father.” [Courage]

> Try to make sure they don’t kill anyone. Fetch SGT ‘Bad Hand’ if things get out of… hand. [Elite]

>>925596
Yep. We're an equal opportunities baddie.

>>925596
Yes. LT Prince might be a blackguard and a ruthless killer but he will not leave a poor man to the hyenas.

>>925610
>>925614
ok then sweet just asking
no double standeds here
soo are we lookign to become a warlord and holding land at some point??
couse looks like we are gettign everything we need to take over and rule shit slowy

>>925642
My goal is to kill Syka when we get the chance (and destroy her body so the necromancer can't bring her back for intel). Then after everything/enogh is conquered we kill the necromancer. As long as the necromancer is alive we will not be able to hold anything.

>>925642
Pfft, being an officer is bad enough. I would suggest going and reading the archive though. Just jumping into a quest halfway through is never enjoyable.

>>925568
>“Might as well try to recruit this Argyle whelp. I’m sure he can get over the death of his father.” [Courage]
> Try to make sure they don’t kill anyone. Fetch SGT ‘Bad Hand’ if things get out of… hand. [Elite]

>>925642
Taking and hold land for yourself would require you to not only break your contract with your employer (The Necromancer) but also usurp your position in the Black Company and defy Captain 'Cutthroat' Kiranova.

As Prince seems to be a 'Company-man' through and through (at least that's my impression, please let me know if you guys think that's incorrect) that would seem very out of character.

Convincing your Captain to take steps in that direction is certainly on the table though. While the Black Company books didn't really do much along these lines, mercenaries have been paid in land-rights for far longer than they've been paid in gold.

>>925662
>>925663
i mean that could happen but i dont think we would unless we get too good/ get seen as a threat and then she and her bro send people arfter us.
iv been here sonice the start though i havent read hte black company books.

>>925678
ok yer thats way i dont htink he would do anyhting liek that unless something happened eg. they try to kill him couse looking to be a thrat to there rule idk.

but we should look at getting paid in some land rights for the company then, get a castle headquarters

>>925662
After the complete mess decimating the Company in Sarsburg, the Captain has been more apprehensive of their contract than before.

You're input was focused on Syka being the problem, but didn't rule out the Necromancer himself either.

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>>925589
>>925610
>>925669

>“Might as well try to recruit this Argyle whelp. I’m sure he can get over the death of his father.” [Courage]

>DC 40 [Hard]

0 = He is most certainly NOT the forgiving type.
1 = Harsh words and rude gestures are all that's on offer.
2 = He'll give you something shiny, just leave him alone.
3 = Supply has a new recruit.
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> Try to make sure they don’t kill anyone. Fetch SGT ‘Bad Hand’ if things get out of… hand. [Elite]

>DC 60 [Medium]


0= Insubordination runs in the Rangers apparently. Durvano becomes a casualty.
1 = Minimum GTC (Grand-Theft Carriage) and only -1- incident of unprovoked assault.
2= Minor Vandalism. Durvano makes a friend.
3= Model Citizens. Every sea dog has his day.

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3 rolls of 2d100 (1st die is Weaponsmith, 2nd die is the adventures of Durvano and the Zakashi Sisters)

>>925568
>“I doubt the son will be inclined to help us then. Best take what’s here and be done with it.” [Clever]

> Stay out of their way. The fekking Rangers are LT ‘Shaftie’s problem. Not mine, and not yours. [Experience]

Modify that with:
1. Tell Vendis to fetch Lt Shaftie and tell him to get his men... err, troops, under control. Drag away the shopkeeper so he doesn't get shanked.
2. Go to the fekking meeting first. There is being late and there is not showing up because Prince is easily distracted like a kitten.
3. Try to recruit Argyle after official business is taken care of.

Rolled 82, 97 = 179 (2d100)

>>925750

Rolled 7, 23 = 30 (2d100)

>>925750
Been a while since I've diced on /tg/. Let's see if I remember how.

Rolled 97, 42 = 139 (2d100)

>>925750

>>925759
Prince is delegating the Argyle business. You should make it to the meeting still, but you'll be late.

>>925769
>>925770
>>925775
Well at least Durvano made a friend.

>>925784
Being fashionably late is fine. We're the CO of this task force. They'll wait.

>>925802
we better make a dramatic entrance to it

>>925788
everyone needs new friends

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>>925769
>>925770
>>925775
> Recruit the Weaponsmith [1 Success]
>Durvano and the Sisters [2 Success]

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“Might as well try to recruit this Argyle whelp. I’m sure he can get over the death of his father.” Even you don't sound convinced.

”Aye. I’ll give it a shot.” The look on Durvano’s face doesn’t put much faith in his chances.

”And er… what about them, Captain? Er, sir, I means of course.” Vendis Durvano nods over at the Zakashi sisters. Three of them are ululating their shrill victory cries as one swirls on top of a turned over cabinet, holding aloft a bunch of shiny (and empty) scabbards.

You swear being an officer is like dealing with children sometimes. Angry, dangerous children. You sigh, mentally preparing an explanation for Captain Kiranova as to why her nice new town was burnt to the ground by her own troops.

“Try to make sure they don’t kill anyone. Fetch SGT ‘Bad Hand’ if things get out of… hand.”

”Righto. Leave it to me, cap.” The Trooper says with a brave grin. ”Haven’t you heard? I’m quite the ladies man.”

You leave as the ex-pirate attempts to flirt and/or calm down the four hard, flint-eyed Ranger-women. Three of whom apparently don’t speak common.

”So… you girls hear that I was once nearly, almost a captain of my very own vessel?”

….

Placating dragons, sorting the dead, making time for the wounded and ‘requisitioning’ yourself a nice new sword. All in all it’s been a busy fekkin morning and you’re very late for this meeting with the well-to-do townspeople.

You didn’t want to give them the wrong impression, so you had them meet you and the other Lieutenants at…

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>The Manor, your temporary headquarters, and the one place in the town so far definitely untouched by violence. [Clever]

>The Barracks. Where the majority of your forces not currently patrolling the walls and town are based. They’re still cleaning the blood out. [Elite]

>The Walls. Where they can look out over the picturesque, and highly flammable, town and countryside. [Experience]

>Just outside the main gate. Where they are burying the bodies. Though they may not stay resting in peace for long. [Courage]

>>925892
>The Manor, your temporary headquarters, and the one place in the town so far definitely untouched by violence. [Clever]

>>925892
>The Manor, your temporary headquarters, and the one place in the town so far definitely untouched by violence. [Clever]

>>925892
>The Manor, your temporary headquarters, and the one place in the town so far definitely untouched by violence. [Clever]

>>925892
>The Walls. Where they can look out over the picturesque, and highly flammable, town and countryside. [Experience]
We don't WANT to burn all their food, but we could and there's next to nothing they could do to stop us.

>>925892
>The Walls. Where they can look out over the picturesque, and highly flammable, town and countryside. [Experience]

>>925892
>>The Walls. Where they can look out over the picturesque, and highly flammable, town and countryside. [Experience]

>>925892
>The Walls. Where they can look out over the picturesque, and highly flammable, town and countryside. [Experience]

>>925892
>The Walls. Where they can look out over the picturesque, and highly flammable, town and countryside. [Experience]

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>>925909
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>>925978

Trooper Kid subtly flicks you an annoyed glance at your tardiness, but everyone else acts as if you’re right on time. After 10 years of making it to every briefing at least 5 minutes early, no one kicking up a fuss at you being late is a gratifying feeling you could damn well get used to. Even if it is out of pure fear. All the wealthy and mighty of Kresden are huddled on the ramparts, 20 men (and one woman) clutching their expensive coats that seem to do little to combat the gust of wind. The expressions of the crowd range from terrified to resigned. However you quickly identify the people that appear to be the ones actually chosen to do the speaking.

Gerald something or other. Of the Guild of Furriers and chosen to represent the Kresden merchants.
Hans Ludwin, the bailiff’s son. On account of LT ‘Hawk’ having personally killed the bailiff last night.
And a holy man, Brother Kergin. Representative of the Temple. Out of all those present he seems the most calm and collected. He bears some resemblance to the Guard from last night that you took prisoner. Almost certainly a relative.

The one called Gerald is staring dumbstruck at the flying speck in the horizon. He turns to the young banner-bearer.

”Is that the-the-the uh, the…”

Trooper Kid gives a solemn nod in response.
Someone with foresight, probably Kid, brought out a covered bench from the gatehouse as a makeshit table for you and the other two Lieutenants. Grown men flinch as LT ‘Shaftie’ of the Rangers and ‘Hawk’ of the Infantry, rise from their seats upon your approach.

Since you wear it all the time, you sometimes forget the effect your Blackthorn Armour can have on the average man unused to it. It makes you appear a taller, if not actually make you taller, than most of the men present. They make way for you on the crowded ramparts, much more than is strictly necessary.

There are seats only for you and the other officers. The townspeople are left standing, no one dares say a word. You regard them for a moment and then speak…

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(1) Write in:

>[How do you introduce yourself (and perhaps the Company/Employer) to the Kresden town representatives?]

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(2) Usually outside of imminent combat you speak to your fellow Company men without your helm. However, with the Cloak of Command it is entirely possible to speak with your Blackthorn helm on and remain perfectly understood. When addressing the townspeople you:

>Keep your Helm on. A bit of theatrical true, but a touch of dread will keep them well in line.

>Take your Helm off. It will reassure them to see a human face on their new masters representatives.

>>926137
>[How do you introduce yourself (and perhaps the Company/Employer) to the Kresden town representatives?]
"Hi, I'm Lieutenant Prince, of the Black Guard. We own your town now if you hadn't noticed."

>Take your Helm off. It will reassure them to see a human face on their new masters representatives.

I think being reasonable is a good idea. And by reasonable, I mean "we get what we want when we want and we don't hurt anyone or have our dragon burn all your crops then eat your children."

>>926137
1.
>The Black Company now controls this land, so as long as everyone does what I say there should be no problems right?
Something like that, but actually well written.
2.
>Take your Helm off. It will reassure them to see a human face on their new masters representatives.

>>926137
>[How do you introduce yourself (and perhaps the Company/Employer) to the Kresden town representatives?]
"I am Lieutenant Prince, a Blackguard of the Black Company, in service to the Necromancer. I trust that my soldiers haven't troubled you too much?"


>Take your Helm off. It will reassure them to see a human face on their new masters representatives.

>>926137
>[How do you introduce yourself (and perhaps the Company/Employer) to the Kresden town representatives?]

Greetings. I am Lt Prince of the Black Company. Your town is now under the control of the Necromancer, our employer. If he wanted you dead, that would have already happened. However, if you would prefer to serve the Necromancer in death instead of in life, that can be arranged.

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>Take your Helm off. It will reassure them to see a human face on their new masters representatives.

>>926137
Greetings. I am Lt Prince of the Black Company. Your town is now under the control of the Necromancer, our employer.
>Keep your Helm on. A bit of theatrical true, but a touch of dread will keep them well in line.

>>926137
>>Keep your Helm on. A bit of theatrical true, but a touch of dread will keep them well in line.

>>926137
>>Keep your Helm on. A bit of theatrical true, but a touch of dread will keep them well in line.

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>>926285

There is an almost audible ripple of relief as you take off your helm, revealing the occupant of the terrifying suit of armour to be a normal mortal man and not a dread vampire or undead abomination of some sort.

”Greetings. I am Lt. Prince of the Black Company.” Your voice is amplified slightly by the enchanted Cloak of Command. ”This town now belongs to the Necromancer, our employer. I expect no problems. My superiors would prefer a town of –living- subjects upon their arrival, but I assure you the alternative is still certainly an option.”

You turn to Lt. ‘Hawk’ with a nod, who calls forth the concerned parties one by one.

The Guildmaster Gerald is seeking your permission to open the gates to refugees, both ways. The majority of those awaiting entry outside fled at the signs of violence but a few hard-cases still want in. He claims an equal number wish to return to their farmsteads in the countryside, unwilling to flee further since they fighting has made it this far anyway. You’re fairly certain that a large portion of those will simply flee further into Free Alliance territory, but you do need farmers and the like to return sooner or later if the Kresden countryside is going to be anyone use at all. There are also townspeople that claim to do business with Tassenland and Bern. It is with no small amount of shock and dismay that you confirm the town of Bern was razed to the ground over a week ago.

The bailiff’s son Hans is concerned with the refugees, townspeople and soldiers. There is food to last at least a month in granaries if food is rationed, but the biggest immediate problem is the upheaval. He urges that a ‘business as usual’ policy is best, while a state of heightened tension from curfews and shakedowns that your fellow officers are considering would only panic people and lead to resentment and… ‘mistakes’.

That the town has stockpiled food to last a month even with refugees pouring in speaks wonders of Neumunster organisation.

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[1/2]

Brother Kergin is trying to negotiate the release of the guards taken prisoner. They’re commoners, the majority of which are those found to be told old, too young or otherwise not cut out for the Neumunster Legions. A ransom wouldn’t net a whole lot. So really it’s whether you feel like an example should be made one way or the other. The whole issue of Necromancy being absolutely abhorred and reviled by his faith is very carefully skirted around. Clearly he’s interested in securing the lives of the townspeople before taking up any moral objections, a practical approach you find quite refreshing after some of the zealots you’ve had to deal with. He also keeps looking at Trooper ‘Saint’ behind you, with an expression you can’t quite fathom.

And of course everyone is concerned about the behaviour of your soldiers. While most of the townspeople present are sensible enough not to push their luck with you, the bailiff’s son is outright demanding the punishment of whichever of your men was responsible for the recent rape and grievous wounding of a refugee girl from the nearby village. Guildmaster Gerald tries to shush the young man in a panic, begging your forgiveness. Brother Kergin grits his teeth as he admits that she was admitted to the temple shortly before this meeting, and that the wounding was ‘indeed horrific’. He looks like he wants to speak further but shamefacedly holds his tongue.

The young bailiff’s son Hans Ludwin stares at you with what they imagine is righteous anger. You don’t put much stock in that lasting long under the new regime.

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(1) Travel (obviously subject to checking at the gate for spies, intruders and such, but that will only achieve so much)
>Free travel, townspeople and refugees.
>Refugees may leave and enter freely.
>Refugees may leave, but not enter.
>Full Lockdown for now. No gets in or out.

(2) Curfew
>No Curfew
>Curfew for a few days
>Indefinite Curfew
>Curfew and House to House searches

(3) Prisoners
>Released as a gesture of good faith
>Ransom them back (not worth that much)
>Kept prisoner indefinitely
>Executed publicly

(4) Discipline
>Murderers will be hung. Thieves will be flogged. Keep your people in line and I will do the same for mine. [Elite]

>There will be trouble. I will ensure that the men do not get… out of hand. [Experience]

>This is the reality of war. Rejoice, you are now on the winning side. [Courage]

>We don’t NEED you alive. Behave. [Clever]

(5) The girl
>Ask about the girl.
>Ask about the girl. Offer compensation.
>Ask about the girl. Offer compensation, and justice.
>Don't ask about the girl.

>>926895
>>Refugees may leave, but not enter.
>Curfew for a few days
>Released as a gesture of good faith
Not all at once, group them a dozen at times every two days, if a group makes trouble stop the release and enforce the curfew with additional trouble.
>Murderers will be hung. Thieves will be flogged. Keep your people in line and I will do the same for mine. [Elite]
>Ask about the girl. Offer compensation, and justice.

>>926895
>Refugees may leave and enter freely.
>Curfew for a few days
>Released as a gesture of good faith
>Murderers will be hung. Thieves will be flogged. Keep your people in line and I will do the same for mine. [Elite]
>Ask about the girl.

>>926895
1
>Refugees may leave and enter freely.
2
>Curfew for a few days
3
>Released as a gesture of good faith
4
>There will be trouble. I will ensure that the men do not get… out of hand. [Experience]
5
>Ask about the girl.

>>926895
>Refugees may leave, but not enter.
Don't want the Legion pulling the same trick we used.

>Indefinite Curfew
C'est la guerre. Curfew is for the safety of both civilians and our troops. We are flexible on the exact hours of the curfew as not to cause excessive hardship for the townspeople.

>Released as a gesture of good faith
Tell them to get back to their jobs as the town guards. And just because they are not cut out for the Legion doesn't mean that they are not cut for a merc company, so they are welcome to apply to join.

>There will be trouble. I will ensure that the men do not get… out of hand. [Experience]

>Ask about the girl.
We believe we know the party responsible. It will be dealt with as an internal Black Company matter. Perhaps you would not call it justice. I don't really care.

>>926895
>>926895
>>Refugees may leave, but not enter.
>Curfew for a few days
>Released as a gesture of good faith
>There will be trouble. I will ensure that the
men do not get… out of hand. [Experience]
>Ask about the girl.
we now can bitch slap the snake

>>926895
>(1)
>Refugees may leave, but not enter.

>(2)
>Curfew and House to House searches
Laugh in his face. We're not stupid enough to let people we just conquer hide whatever they want and go wherever they want when we can't see them. And before he says it, yes, they could have weapons. You can get anything anywhere if you look hard enough.

>>926937
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>>926960
Maybe we are...

>(3)
>Ransom them back for a token amount.
We set up a meeting and tell them to bring a lot of money and that only one guy can do the trading. They give us like 3-5 silver per guy (or however much would be little compared to the little we would get for full price) and we don't tell anyone but who's doing the exchange we get barely anything. We still look for Necro because we were evil, the town still knows their place but we're not a COMPLETE bastard.

>(4)
>Murderers will be hung. Thieves will be flogged. Keep your people in line and I will do the same for mine. [Elite]

>(5)
>Ask about the girl, offer a little compensation because it's probably our fault but don't mention that part.
It was totally Snake. He didn't like being told no and is trying to send a message to Prince. I say we challenge him. And give him a nickname. Worm or something. It's not like anyone'll care, he's a fucking elf. That's like 2 or 3 steps away from being dirt, right above Worms but below spiders and other creepy crawlies.

>>926895
Also, discuss our options with the two other LTs. Make it clear that we are in charge and have our own preferences, but now is their chance to sway our mind if they wish to.

If Snake is the culprit, after we beat him half to death it'd be best to offer him as a snack to Ascorga.
Piss me off enough and you became dragon chow, you decide how you want to get nomed. Either dragon fire for the extra crispiness or raw as human tartare.

Do that before releasing the prisoners for maximum impact.

>>926895
>Refugees may leave, but not enter.
>Indefinite Curfew
>Ransom them back
>Murderers will be hung. Thieves will be flogged. Keep your people in line and I will do the same for mine. [Elite]
>Don't ask about the girl.

>>926991
How about we offer to forgo ransom for the captured prisoners as a token of compensation for the damages and injuries done to the town and townspeople?

Ransom money would be split. Compensation would come out of our own pocket.

>>927050
That's a good idea actually.

>>926895
>>926991
I'll change to no ransom as compensation.

Okay.

But I'm getting food first.

>>927050
Why on earth would we compensate them? It's not like we are going to stay here for long, the wellbeing of this town is none of our business. We're just money hungry mercenaries

>>927135
We dont have to do jack shit for them. We basically own them at this point, but it will be better to make it seem, to the people who don't know any better at least, that we are a merciful, even gratious master. This will go long ways towards general good will in the people, and at the same time we don't actually have to compensate them for anything. At the end of the day, nothing will have actually changed, and the people will go to bed feeling as if the world has been righted under their feet.

It's basic politics and media/acting. Talk circles around your audience, and you can have them believing that shit tastes like prime rib.

>>927135
See >>926991
I agree with your position, but if we drive the townspeople to desperation, we may start taking casualties to organized cells of resistance. Better to play the better of a gracious occupier.

>>927088
What is the position of typical "Dark Father botherers" on matters of morality? Murder and rape and such.

>>926895

>5. See if one of our medics/magicians can do anything for her

>>926895

> 3. Released as a sign of good faith. Have someone sign for them as guarantor of good behavior - if they act up, their life is forfeit as well. We will accept a relative, employer or neighbor, male or female. Only one hostage per guarantor.

>>926895
Bossman what's the status of the actual Prince we captured?

1 Travel
>Full Lockdown for now. No gets in or out.

This will be amended soon enough but not until the Neumunster Prince is secure. People might go for help to rescue him.

2 Curfew
>Curfew for a few days
3 Prisoners
>>927050
4 Discipline
>There will be trouble. I will ensure that the men do not get… out of hand. [Experience]

5 Girl
>Ask about the girl. Offer compensation.
We discipline our own, not for them.

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>>927332
The Prince (not you, the boy) has a full squad of Lt 'Hawks' most trusted men watching over him. He is physically fine but inconsolable over the loss of his travelling companions. The other prisoners know about his existence but the townspeople at large are generally ignorant.

Back now. I ate a lot. A watermelon and half a packet of cookies does not a wise decision for lunch make.

>>927268
Worshippers of the Dark Father generally ascribe to a "everything is shit" attitude. Basically; life is unfair, the world is unfair and nobody is going to go out of their way to make it less unfair.

There is some theological (complemented by physical) disagreement over whether that means a "might = right" approach is the most correct moral guideline.

>>927270
The Temple devotees can do more for her than your outfit.

Your lack of access to a proper medic in your platoon is a concern raised by anons in previous threads.


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>Murderers will be hung. Thieves will be flogged. Keep your people in line and I will do the same for mine. [Elite]

Pacification of the Kresden
>DC 20 [Heroic]
>+5 Refugees may leave
>+5 Minimal Curfew
>+20 Prisoners released [hostage suggestion didn't get enough votes, ransom by way of compensation]
>+20 Strict Disciplinarian [there will be repercussions if you don't follow through]
>+5 Ask about the girl
>DC 75 [Heroic]

Allowing these liberties means (essentially) that the town is less likely to outright rebel. It does, however, mean that passive-resistance (such as not reporting an obvious spy or not actively helping the regime) is much more likely.


This is for the duration of your stay.

0 = The resistance is organised, well-informed and dedicated. [Further ramifications]
1 = A poorly-planned revolt that is put down, messily. Take a casualty.
2 = Minor incidents during your stay. One of your own suffers a wound.
3 = Model citizens. Life continues as normal, mostly.

3 rolls of 1d100.

>>927454

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>927454

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>927454
I forget, is there a bonus to passing a heroic roll?

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>927454

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>927454

>>927466
At an operation level? Recognition from the Captain.
And your Employer.

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>>927464
Of course. Can't have anything amazing in Black Company Quest. Ever. Only the minor victories.

>>927476
That's fucking terrific.
I wonder how long Prince is going to last until he just kills himself.

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>>927473
>2 Success
Some minor incidents, but nothing a harsh example won't put paid to. This probably won't be covered until next thread.

>>927492
>This probably won't be covered until next thread

So does that mean that this thread is the one where we finally kick in the teeth of that annoying ass Snake?

>>927492
>anvil as a chopping block
He is just asking to has his axe skid off and throw out his back. Must be hell on his shoulders even after an incident free day of beheadiings.

>>927534
Nah man, he's just taking part in blood magic.
He's prolly just got a line of anvils with two guys at each for mass production.

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>>927510
Yessssss.

>>927492

While conferring with your fellow officers the town representatives mutter nervously in apprehension. Lt. ‘Hawk’ runs a tight crew and is satisfied that the discipline you promise can be maintained. Lt. ‘Shaftie’ Adams is more… reluctant to assure you his Rangers will be punished for future infractions.

You deliver your mandates to the townspeople like a judge to a condemned man receiving a far lighter sentence than they expected. In fact some appear completely surprised at the lack of wholesale slaughter and live sacrifices that the Undead host is becoming so famous for. The release of the prisoners, as payment for damages already incurred, is met with warmth. Half of the guardsmen are cousins or guildsmen themselves pressed into service. The dead are already dead, but the return of the living does win over some.

Already you can see the cogs turning in the more shrewd mercantile minds as thoughts shift from immediate survival to the future. After all, one man’s crisis is another man’s opportunity. Any right-thinking Neumunster citizen would remain forever loyal to the Emperor of course. But the Emperor is dead…

Not all are content with that. The bailiff’s son is still angry, though whether that is really over the girl or that he is forced to deal with his father’s killers is anyone’s guess. You speak to Brother Kergin, might as well get to the bottom of this sorry business.

”What happened to the girl?”

”They… after they had…” The priest doesn’t looks more weary than disgusted. But a sleepless night of treating wounded, whichever side they were from, might do that to a man.

”They cut her lips off.” Hans Ludwin spits the words. ”-After- your men were finished with her.”

You knew it was going to be bad. But the important thing is to deal with this in-house. The Company takes care of its own, even the very worst of its own.

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[2/2]

”This is a Company matter. We have our own ways of dealing with this kind of behaviour.” You shrug, no mean feat in the Blackthorn Plate. ”Call it Justice if you will. The girl’s family will be compensated.”

The look on Hans Ludwin’s face indicates he very much doubts you even understand the concept of justice. But he remains silent.

With an unavoidably awkward cough Master Gerald timidly indicates he wishes to speak.

”Lieutenant Prince, you are –most- gracious.” The old man gives a stiff bow. ”We are fortunate to have one so… ahem, merciful in command. However, obviously we have concerns for our future wellbeing. First Weylan, then Sarsburg and now Bern. The Ne-… our new liege has a habit of massacring those he conquers. What assurances do we have that we will not share their fate even if we co-operate?”

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(1) Assurances
>You have my word. I was sent here to capture Kresden –intact-. The Necromancer is not genocidal. [Elite]

>Our Employer is building a New World, Master Gerald. He would prefer living subjects to dead tools. [Clever]

>None. I’m not here to barter, coddle or assure you. Be happy with what you have and –obey-, merchant. [Courage]

>Maybe you’ll be fine. Or maybe Superior Syka will have you on the sacrificial altars as soon as she gets here. Makes little difference to me. [Experience]


(2) How does Prince –feel- about the crime (as opposed to the insubordination)?
It’s the most serious thing he’s had to deal with directly, as NCOs only report misdeeds of that magnitude further up the command chain.

>>927633
>You have my word. I was sent here to capture Kresden –intact-. The Necromancer is not genocidal. [Elite]
Seems like the Prince thing to say

>(2)
I'd say he doesn't like it? More of a dislike than hatred. Yeah he kills a lot of people that probably don't deserve it and some that definitely don't, but he only does what he has to do to survive. Stuff like rape and torture are completely unnecessary.

>>927633
1.
>You have my word. I was sent here to capture Kresden –intact-. The Necromancer is not genocidal. [Elite]

2.
A disgusted sense of righteous indignation, tempered by resignation gained from experience of shit like this happening over and over again.

>>927641
Well, to elaborate, torture for the sake of hurting someone.

>>927633

>Maybe you’ll be fine. Or maybe Superior Syka will have you on the sacrificial altars as soon as she gets here. Makes little difference to me. [Experience]
Just the cold, hard truth, the city would likely be experimental ground for whatever the necromancer has in store. Whatever happens here stays here.

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>927633
1.
>Our Employer is building a New World, Master Gerald. He would prefer living subjects to dead tools. Probably.[Clever]
2.
It's pretty fekked up. Torturing girls for kicks is pretty fekked up. The rape as well.

>>927633
(1)
>You have my word. I was sent here to capture Kresden –intact-. The Necromancer is not genocidal. [Elite]

(2)
The crime was distasteful and unprofessional, they could have simply paid like every other bastard. The important thing is they disobeyed us and not only that maimed her to spite us, there will be retribution.

>>927633
>Our Employer is building a New World, Master Gerald. He would prefer living subjects to dead tools. [Clever]

distaste, but it's not the first time and sure as hell won't be the last

>>927649
That means Prince doesn't care unless the elves destroys something that is of the interest of the company

>>927633
>>927649
>Our Employer is building a New World, Master Gerald. He would prefer living subjects to dead tools. [Clever]
Switch to this

>>927633
>>Our Employer is building a New World, Master Gerald. He would prefer living subjects to dead tools. [Clever]
We can't make promises we can't keep.

2) Enraged, that they not only ignored him but also tortured her to spite him. Rape is bad, but a reality in war, torture is another evil.

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>>927675

”Our Employer is building a New World, Master Gerald. He would prefer living subjects to dead tools.” You never thought you’d be the one reciting cultist diatribe. Really the only reason you can’t blame these people for fleeing away from someone with the title ‘Necromancer’ is because similar threats loom in the North-West and South-West in the form of the Warlord and the Wild King.
You note the furrowing of Master Gerald’s brow at your use of the word ‘prefer’. Still, it’s better than what they were expecting. You take your leave as various junior attendants and NCOs hash out the specifics of curfew, prisoner release and travel permits. The satisfaction of everyone’s dead silence as you stand and walk out before the talk resumes almost overcomes the niggling concern over The Snake.

It used to be you got worked up over stuff like this. Some poor girl (or boy, some brothers and sisters aren’t picky) that didn’t hurt anybody, getting put through something like that for no good reason other than some men prefer cruelty to paying coin. But it’s happened too much, time and time again, for you to feel anything other the vague, tired distaste at the whole situation.

You know it was The Snake. The other two wretches may have had their fun, but there was always something cruel about the look in those fekking elven eyes. Doing that to her lips… now –that- makes you angry. That was because of you. Because you interfered. Maybe it was part of their way of scaring the victim from talking, or part of the sadistic fun, but deep down you know that hurting that girl like that was a way of showing insubordination.

And as an officer, naturally you just can’t fekking stand insubordination.

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You have some time. You can hunt the perpetrator down immediately or wait until he shows up later today.

>Hunt down ‘The Snake’ immediately. [Courage]

> Help Corporal Hirstun of Ligh run the new Grenn recruit through the ropes. Should be a laugh. [Clever]

>Select a new Knight-Taskmaster to replace Pietre Verdun. Either Mask or Cairsun the Morning Light. Unless you want The Snake watching your back. [Elite]

>Speak with someone else from the Platoon. It’s about time you caught up with… [ ]. [Experience]

>>927722
>Select a new Knight-Taskmaster to replace Pietre Verdun. Either Mask or Cairsun the Morning Light. Unless you want The Snake watching your back. [Elite]

>>927633
>None. I’m not here to barter, coddle or assure you. Be happy with what you have and –obey-, merchant. [Courage]

Enraged the first few times he had seen it happen. Now Prince is simply weary. "Not this shit again." We do what we do for livelihood, not for our own sadistic pleasure.

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>>927722
>Hunt down ‘The Snake’ immediately. [Courage]
Hope it was worth it Snake. It didn't have to be this way.

>>927722
>>Select a new Knight-Taskmaster to replace Pietre Verdun. Either Mask or Cairsun the Morning Light. Unless you want The Snake watching your back. [Elite]

>>927722
>Select a new Knight-Taskmaster to replace Pietre Verdun. Either Mask or Cairsun the Morning Light.
Another duel, then? We'll need a Second when we duel the Snake.

Get our wounds patched up before we hunt down Snake for our own duel.

>>927727
>>927735
>>927736

Did you want a second duel or just pick one? Cairsun technically made it further in the competition, losing out to Verdun after Mask hadl already been eliminated.

>>927748
Eh, just give it to Cairsun. His sword might actually be able to kill Mask. Or at least do permanent damage.

>>927748
Choosing Cairsun

>>927748
>Cairsun

>>927748
I don't mind picking Cairsun.

>>927748
Cairsun for Knight-Taskmaster.
Look for erhu for Mask.
Cut off the Snake's lips after we defeat him in the duel.

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>>927797
I'm glad you haven't forgotten the erhu!

>>927753
>>927758
>>927774
>>927795
>>927797

Cairsun. Wielder of the Morning Light, Breaker of Walls, Hero of Helmston. That muscled warrior-woman from last night called him the ‘Killer of Vin-Sherek’, ‘Betrayer of Wives and Murderer of Fathers’.

If even half the stuff they say about him is true then you’re talking to a man who has travelled the world and then some, leaving whispered stories in his wake everywhere. And if even a fraction of those stories are true, you’re looking at the sorriest bastard in the whole wide world. Though the identity of his true love change with the telling, from faithful baker’s daughter to exotic foreign princess, every story of his quest ends in failure, death and disgrace.
Most of the stories, the less morbid ones, include his death as well. But a few mention him travelling the earth as a soul lost to war, some even mention him joining a band of fallen warriors that fight for nothing worth loving. He takes the news of his promotion with apparent indifference as he feeds the falcon resting on his arm. When you mention part of his duties as a Knight-Taskmaster is to act as bodyguard he stops you.

”I will not take an oath. Never.”

”You don’t need to take an oath, comrade.” What’s with the obsession with oaths from these hero types? ”It’s just your job.
Cairsun nods, and smiles sadly at his pet bird.

”They say that the roses that now grow on Iskander’s Fields are so beautiful as to make men weep.” The living legend fixes you with the piercing eyes ever hero has in the songs. ”But I don’t weep. Do you?”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lyMS4qJ8NXU

Great. You’ve hired a loon.

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Just a reminder that original responses are always welcome!

>”No. No I don’t cry. So you’ll take the job?” Sure he’s not great conversation material but you’ve seen what that sword can do. [Elite]

>”Iskander’s Fields?” You thought you’d been almost everywhere, but you never heard of it. [Experience]

>”Comrade… are you alright?” It’s not really a question you’re comfortable asking. [Clever]

>”Dark Father knows crying never got anyone anywhere. Try getting angry instead, soldier.” [Courage]

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>>927846
>>”Dark Father knows crying never got anyone anywhere. Try getting angry instead, soldier.” [Courage]

>>927846
>Write in
"I cry for what's worth crying for."
We're just a man, after all.

>>927846
>”Iskander’s Fields?” You thought you’d been almost everywhere, but you never heard of it. [Experience]
Something something Soma-kun's lore something.
Guess I deleted that pic. Too bad.

>>927846
>”Dark Father knows crying never got anyone anywhere. Try getting angry instead, soldier.” [Courage]

>>927855
Oh I like this one. Stealing it and combining it with mine.

>"I cry for what's worth crying for, but Dark Father knows crying never got anyone anywhere. Try getting angry instead, soldier."

>>927861
Oh, i like this combination more.
Supporting.

>>927846
>”Iskander’s Fields?” You thought you’d been almost everywhere, but you never heard of it. [Experience]

>>927846
>>927861

>>"I cry for what's worth crying for, but Dark Father knows crying never got anyone anywhere. Try getting angry instead, soldier."

Finally caught up on the archives - nice to catch a live thread! Loving this so far

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>>927861
>>927877
>>927855
>>927854

You’ve never been one to mope. Well, that’s not true. You’ve shed your own fair share of tears. Over women, over poorly-thought out wagers, over dead comrades. But your moping never lasted nearly as long as this tragic hero. Your outlook on the world is more cynical than dejected and hey, sometimes hitting things really hard does actually make stuff better in the short run.

“I cry for what's worth crying for, but Dark Father knows crying never got anyone anywhere. Try getting angry instead, soldier."
Cairsun regards you with his same forlorn look, something tells you he ran out of tears long ago. ”I tried anger. I tried it for so long I lost track of the seasons.”

You were expecting him to say something more. But the man just stands there. Eventually you shrug and take your leave, fairly certain he understands his role. At least he’s following you at a respectable distance. As you enter the Manor grounds you hear Trooper Saint’s voice out from the garden.

”So if I don’t have the right mark on the card, then I pick another one up?”

You see a deck of cards laid out and a few copper coins, pocket change to your men and a years wage for a Chevalisse serf. Sitting at a little garden table, playing in the fading sunlight, Trooper Kid is apparently teaching, as best as a mute can, the basics of Wendelt Fives.

”Oh! Lieutenant!” Trooper Saint blushes furiously as she scrambles to her feet, incongruously attempting to block your vision of the table. She looks like a young girl caught tasting her father’s hidden whisky.

You raise an eyebrow at the scene.

”Really? They never played cards in the Heigelen Guard?” From the wince on Saint’s face you realise you stepped on an obvious sore point. Or maybe they did play cards, but Saint was never invited. ”Anyway, it’s fine so long as the stakes don’t exceed one day’s pay. HEY.”

Trooper Kid sheepishly stops attempting to peek at Saint’s facedown cards while her back was turned. You give the androgynous scamp a severe frown.

”Gambling is fine, twerp. Cheating isn’t.” You shake your head, Kid is really taking to this skulduggery lifestyle far too naturally. ”I’m letting you off because you’re teaching Saint here but that’s it. Next time it’s a flogging.”

Trooper Kid grins and Trooper Saint ruffles their hair even as she tsk-tsk’s admonishingly.

”Hey. I mean it!”

Insubordination. Insubordination, everywhere!

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>Take your leave and Hunt down ‘The Snake’ before tonights ceremony.. [Courage]

> Ask how the Grenn’s training went with Hirstun of Ligh. [Elite]

>Ask if Corporal 'White Bitch' Tara is around. [Clever]

>Grumble further about unruliness in the ranks before talking to Saint and Kid [About what?] [Experience]

>>927920
>>Take your leave and Hunt down ‘The Snake’ before tonights ceremony.. [Courage]

>>927920
>> Ask how the Grenn’s training went with Hirstun of Ligh. [Elite]

>>927920
>Grumble further about unruliness in the ranks before talking to Saint and Kid [About what?] [Experience]
About having a band. The best band in all the Black Company.

>>927918
Welcome, mate! Glad you like it.

>>927920
>Take your leave and Hunt down ‘The Snake’ before tonights ceremony. [Courage]
That little knife-eared pansy won't escape us.

>>927920
>Take your leave and Hunt down ‘The Snake’ before tonights ceremony.. [Courage]
Wait, what ceremony?

>>927920
>Take your leave and Hunt down ‘The Snake’ before tonights ceremony.. [Courage]

>>927934
The Company has it's own way of dealing with their dead. Attendance isn't compulsory except for Blackguards and the direct superiors.

You and the other Blackguards will be present for Pietre Verdun's send-off, which would mean The Snake is almost certainly there as well.

>>927920

> Ask how the Grenn’s training went with Hirstun of Ligh. [Elite]

then

>Take your leave and Hunt down ‘The Snake’ before tonights ceremony.. [Courage]

>>927920
>>927934
Wait, can we bandage ourselves up first? We're still down a few HPs.

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>>927924
>>927933
>>927934
>>927935
>>927926
>>927941

You sit down and watch Saint fail miserably at cards, but your mind is elsewhere. You hear something about the new Grenn nearly biting Trooper Schuster’s face off in ‘training’ but it passes you by without comment. Without a word you stand up and stalk out of the Manor, intent of reducing the slime elf to a ruin before you have to stand next to him at Pietre Verdun’s cremation.

Behind you, Trooper Kid and Trooper Saint give each other a look before dropping their cards and following you out, Kid hopping as he fixes his greave up.

It doesn’t take you long to find them, not far from where they first cornered the girl. Not far from where better men than them fought and died a few hours ago. The culprit is standing with a mixture of Kreigstrom and Rangers, his back turned.

”SNAKE!” The hooded elf stiffens at your voice. ”Kreigstrom Knight-Vanguard ‘Snake’.”

They turn around, smile plastered over an insincere face with cold eyes.

”Lieutenant Prince, sir. How may I be of service?”

It’s been a while since anyone has declared a Blackguard challenge in earnest. And even longer since it was used as a means of discipline.

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> Do this by the books. An official declaration of a challenge, followed by a time and place. Preferably here and now. [Elite]

> -Technically-, shouting their name out loud is enough to satisfy the challenge requirements. Tackling them a split-second later is, strictly speaking, OK. [Clever]

> Insult the knife-ears a bit first. Then call him out. [Courage]

> List out the reasons for the challenge for all those present. [Experience]

>>927958
19/25 HP

Just about to post when you said this. Okay, since you remembered. Trooper Saint notices with a start the dried stains of blood on your armour. You undergo her scolding as she washes out your wound. Trooper Kid rolls their eyes as they sew it up. Apparently their customisation of the Black Banner made good practice for basic stitching like this. It's still damn sore but at least infection is unlikely, and some rest will do you wonders.

You note that Saint didn't (or couldn't) use the famed Healing Hands everyone says the Heigelen Guard can do.

+2 HP
[21/25 HP]

>>927964
> Do this by the books. An official declaration of a challenge, followed by a time and place. Preferably here and now. [Elite]
> List out the reasons for the challenge for all those present. [Experience]

>>927964
>> List out the reasons for the challenge for all those present. [Experience]
Make sure everybody knows why we're doing this

>>927964
Do this by the books. An official declaration of a challenge, followed by a time and place. Preferably here and now. [Elite]
> List out the reasons for the challenge for all those present. [Experience]
And make sure to show off a bit. We'll provide some much needed entertainment

>>927964
> Do this by the books. An official declaration of a challenge, followed by a time and place. Preferably here and now. [Elite]
We're here to prove a pont, but shouting something like "I don't like the way you felling smirk at me!" And then challenging him might be better than just a straight up challenge.

Get more across just WHY we are doing this.

>>927964
>> Do this by the books. An official declaration of a challenge, followed by a time and place. Preferably here and now. [Elite]

>>927964
> List out the reasons for the challenge for all those present. [Experience]
This first.
> Do this by the books. An official declaration of a challenge, followed by a time and place. Preferably here and now. [Elite]
Then this.

>>927964
>> Do this by the books. An official declaration of a challenge, followed by a time and place. Preferably here and now. [Elite]
>> List out the reasons for the challenge for all those present. [Experience]
As the others said, an official declaration but with an explanation of the reasons for the challenge.

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>>927965
>>927966
>>927971
>>927972
>>927973
>>927974
>>927966
>>927971
>>927975


>List out the reasons and then proceed to challenge him 'by the books'.

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”You can serve me by listening the fek up, elf” Again, that deep-seated an irrational hatred of the elven race that Saint has mentioned before. You address the growing crowd, mostly Company men but also a few townsfolk with peering out their windows due to curfew.

”I’m challenging you, ‘Snake’. This elf is a rapist.” You point at ‘The Snake’, smile evaporated. ”I’m challenging him because he’s a rapist. Because he mutilated a young girl for some sick pleasure. Because he disobeyed a direct fekking order doing it!”

You pause for effect, letting your Cloak of Command carry your voice throughout the entire yard.

”But most of all, I it’s because don’t like the way you fekking smirk at me you insubordinate fekwit.”

”I, Prince; Kreigstrom Lieutenant and Son of the Fallen Father, challenge you Snake to-OOF”

The elven fekker is on you before you realise it, his upraised foot finding the soft spot where your chestplate meets your belt. It shouldn’t surprise you that the little shit isn’t inclined to give the benefit of finishing the formalities if he can get the slightest advantaged from a low-blow.

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>DC 60 [Medium]
>3 rolls of 1d100

0 = Take 3 early damage, lose the initiative.
1 = Fend the fekker off.
2 = Inflict 3 early damage.
3 = Inflict 3 early damage, and look cool doing it.

Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>927979
Witness me!

Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>927979

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>927979
Bloody wanker

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>927979

>>927979
Use my blood for his

>>927985
Supporting

>>927979
Can I vote in advance, if it comes up can we make the duel to the death? We gave him his chance once already and he disobeyed orders. Not out of necessity, not for his comrades, and he had the idiocy to not only not cover up his crime but to make a fekking POINT of it, mutilating his victim just to seal the deal.

I guess I want us to cut his lips off and tell him that's for the girl. And to then cut his throat and say that's for mutiny.

Also see if we can get Saint to try and heal the girl. Even if her powers don't come back, trying is worth it. Also we can give her Snakes lips as evidence we spoke with him about the situation.

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>>927985
>>927988
For this current roll? As it was combat related I probably should have reminded you, but it would be in poor taste to change it now.

>>927980
>>927981
>>927983
>1 Success
You quickly recover, parrying the Wild-raised swordsman’s quickdraw with your own new blade. He vanishes before your counter though, the speedy little cretin. A small part of you notices a scratch over his eye. The kind that might be made by a frantic fingernail.

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Lieutenant 'Prince' [21/25 HP]
vs
Kriegstrom 7th Platoon, 2nd Squad Blackguard 'The Snake'
[14/15 HP]

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You have active:
(1) Runestone Regen = +1 HP Per Combat Round (stacks with Unbreakable)
(2) Sword of Sovereignty = No DC penalty from first Order in combat round
(3) Cloak of Command = Unlimited Orders, penalty still applies, +1DC for each skill point in Officer

'The Snake' has active:
He’s Fast! = Damage of 5 or lower is treated as NO damage.
Death by 1000 Cuts = The Snake will -always- inflict 1-3 damage per combat round.

(1)Attack
> Use Sword of Sovereignty (+5 DC)
> Use Ajiyimad Pistol (+30DC)
[Using a pistol in a duel isn't quite foul play, since these things have so few rules, but it is considered pretty gamey as it changes the stakes from potential-death to definite-death]

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

Not Applicable
However, if you wish you can 'make a example' to further get your point across to those watching.
>Make an example of him (-10DC)
>Fight to Win.


(4)Abilities
>Use My Blood For His (-2 HP, +10 DC)
>Use My Blood for His II (-5HP, +30DC)
>No Ability

>>927979
Also supporting "my blood"

>>927993
Will Leaping Carnotaur affect the auto 1-3 damage he does?

>>927993
> Use Sword of Sovereignty (+5 DC)
> Leaping Carnotaur (Double Damage)
>Make an example of him (-10DC)
>Use My Blood for His II (-5HP, +30DC)

>>927993
> Use Sword of Sovereignty (+5 DC)

> Leaping Carnotaur (Double Damage)

>Make an example of him (-10DC)

>Use My Blood for His II (-5HP, +30DC)

>>927993

> Use Sword of Sovereignty (+5 DC)
> Leaping Carnotaur (Double Damage)

>Use My Blood for His II (-5HP, +30DC)
We have the HP, might as well use it

>>927993
>Use Sword of Sovereignty (+5 DC)
>Leaping Carnotaur (Double Damage)
>Make an example of him (-10DC)
>Use My Blood for His II (-5HP, +30DC)

>>927991
In Snake's defence (can't believe I'm saying this) his insubordination has been fairly tame. The act of cutting the girls lips, while horrific, may not be interpreted by all as an act of cruelty AND disobedience.

If it was anything approaching actual mutiny or barefaced disobedience you could hold a Captain's Court in Kiranova's absence. 'White Bitch's suggestion of a challenge was to get around the lack of hard evidence that Snake was being an insubordinate little shit.

>>927993
> Use Sword of Sovereignty (+5 DC)
> Leaping Carnotaur (Double Damage)
>Make an example of him (-10DC)
>Use My Blood for His II (-5HP, +30DC)

>>928006
Question, is infighting like this common in the Company?

>>928006
Well I still say we cut his lips off and try to get Saint to heal wossername. Get that religious Dude to try to help her rediscover the Magic Within maybe in a sort of "don't try to convert saint and we'll do what we can to keep the cult off your backs" sort of deal.

>>927993
> Use Sword of Sovereignty (+5 DC)
> Leaping Carnotaur (Double Damage)
> Fight to Win.
> Use My Blood For His (-2 HP, +10 DC)

>>928015
He gets to choose which body part we cut off:
> Lips
Let's see you smirk with no lips!
> Dick
Because he keeps sticking it where it doesn't belong.
> Balls
I hear it works for overly aggressive dogs. Maybe it'll work on elves too?

Rolled 1 (1d3)

Rolling for Death by 1000 Cuts.

>>928012
No, it's been ages since a Blackguard Caste challenged another in earnest.

Only Captain Kiranova's mean bastard of a bodyguard do so with the intent to kill. Regularly.

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>>927997
>>927998
>>928003
>>928008
>>928017

>Lieutenant 'Prince': [16/25 HP]
Clever II (+10), Elite II (+10), Courageous I (+5), Experience I (+5), Well-Equipped III (+15), Well-Armed (+5) Cloak of Command (+3), My Blood For His (+30), Make an Example (-10) =+73DC

>Allgrenn, Alpha of the Clan Allgrenn Warpack: [14/15 HP]
Unnatural Speed (+15), Good Reflexes (+10), Sufficiently Equipped (+5), Swordmaster (+10), Cruel (+5) = -45DC

Leaping Carnotuar Activated = Prince deals double damage.
My Blood For His II Activated = Prince -5 HP
Runestone = Prince +1 HP
Death by 1000 Cuts Activated = Prince -1 HP

>78 DC (Ouch)
>Best of 3

Time to Make an Example

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>928026
Nat 1!

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>928026

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>928026
Welp, here we go.

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>928026

>>928022
You realize that with only 14 health, and <5 damage equaling no damage, we have incentive to hit as hard as possible and not drag this out so he can't 1000 cut us to death? Maybe killing him on accident for real?

Fuck we forgot to place bets on this with Kid.

>>928026
>Allgrenn, Alpha of the Clan Allgrenn Warpack: [14/15 HP]
Good job.

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>>928026
>>Allgrenn, Alpha of the Clan Allgrenn Warpack: [14/15 HP]

Wait, what

>>928030
>>928031
By the Dark Father...

>>928026
>Allgrenn, Alpha of the Clan Allgrenn Warpack: [14/15 HP]

Uhhh...

>>928030
>>928031
>>928026

Double Doubles one below the threshold!

>>928034
>>928035
>>928036

Clearly this is why we got double doubles again.

>>928032
Don't worry. I'm sure Kid already has a betting pool going and will profit handsomely from this transaction, I mean duel.

>>928041
But WE won't! Hopefully he uses our money to win more and we get a cut.

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>>928041
Would betting against you be in and of itself insubordination?

>>928034
>>928035
>>928036
Ah damn it, I was using the template and swapping out the stats.

Err... I mean shapeshifting rapist elf-wolf, riiiight?

>>928027
That's a whopping 25 Damage with Leaping Carnotuar. Father fek me.

>>928028
21 Damage with Carnotaur, still an outright victory.

>>928030
>>928031
>Double 77


So all of them passed the DC, and the ones that weren't special doubles were outright kills. I think we have a pretty fekking mangled elf here.

That's... well that calls for an extra roll.


>DC 20 [Heroic]


0 = All you see is red. Take one casualty, but gain a free Blackguard Skill Point.
1 = Your example has been made. That is a very dead elf. +1 Permanent Discipline.
2 = Your example has been made. The elf is alive. Barely. +1 Permanent Discipline.
3 = They will never forget this. +1 Permanent Discipline and one Officer point.

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Before we roll (first to get 3 votes)

>Don't Use My Blood For His
>Use My Blood For His
>Use My Blood For His II

>>928047
>>Use My Blood For His II

Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>928047
>Use My Blood For His II

>>928047
>Use My Blood For His II

>>928049
>>928050
>>928051

Alright, some dark bargains are being made here. [11/25 HP]
>LT Prince is Wounded!

>DC 20 [Heroic]
>+30 My Blood for His II
>DC 50

3 rolls of 1d100.

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>928055
Discipline!

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>928055

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>928055

>>928057
>>928058
>>928059
We need some new Blackguard members for our platoon.

>>928055
Aw, i wanted that new Blackguard skill...

>>928061
Killing elves should be considered public service

>>928055
I mean, this is the Good End for my opinion. Through OVERWHELMING POWER with our fancy new sword and spooky armour we have resolved the issue.

Let's cut off his balls and go see the victim.

>>928062
My bad, i was actually referring to this >>928058

>>928065
>Cutting the balls off a dead elf
That's kinda weird.

>>928065
No, that might imply we only neutered the elf. Cut off his head, wrap a fekking bow around it, and drop it on the girl's sickbed.

Without taking off the helmet, say "JUSTICE HAS BEEN SERVED. ENJOY YOUR HEAD."

>>928068
Nah, we gotta give the balls to the son of the Guards or whoever that scrub was.

We should get Saint to try her healing hands schtick on the chick.

Or, hey! She needs a new life, Saint has made a new life, let's recruit a lipless girl into replacing Snake and show her the wonderful wide world of aggressive self defense, by pre-emptively cutting the balls off every elf she meets.

>>928065
Too overt, remember that we're killing him for insubordination not the rape

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>>928067
Hey, originally I wanted to cut the lips off of a living elf, but *shrug* we're too dead killy.

Rule 63 Prince

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>>928071
Waste not, want not. He might as well serve one final deed for the company in his death.

>>928069
Let's chop him up into pieces and give everyone something.
It'll make them remember what happens when you cross Prince.
We can keep one of his ears, just to remember this moment.

>>928081
That's even weirder.

>>928081
>>928083
Yeah, way too much effort. Like, let's just have a nice pair of elfskin gloves.

But seriously, Genitals for sadBro and Healing/Employment for the lovely lipless lady

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>25 Damage Inflicted!
>The Snake has been flayed! [-11/15 HP]
>An Example Has Been Made! [7/7 Discipline]

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I feel that these posts are well in line with Prince's current predicament.

Also, this had to be done.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r6gGcrjDmec
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He’s as fast as lightning, darting in and out of your reach with ease. His sword licks the front of your helm, the back of your leg, the gauntlet over your knuckles. A dozen times he lands touches that would declare him the winner of any practice bout. But your armour holds. In fact, you don’t feel a thing.

You stand there and laugh. A deep, booming laugh that echoes from your Blackthorn helm across the courtyard. Men feel a shiver in their spine at that laugh, suddenly aware that the sun has almost fully set and darkness approaches. This laugh isn’t your laugh, something else is laughing with you. The Snake takes a hesitant step back.

You move so suddenly that the elf doesn’t even register the vice-grip you have on his arm until he hears the bone snap. You've definitely torn the wound in your shoulder open, but you have the damn knife-ears now. Your sword licks out and a shoe goes flying, leg attached and all. The Snake screams, a long wailing howl that trails away into a pathetic whimper.

“Mercy… please…”

But there’s no mercy to be found with you. And you’re not nearly done yet.

….

Several minutes later you lean back on your sword, panting in exertion. The thrill of the kill has you exuberant. This can’t end here, surely there’s another. Surely one more kill won’t hurt.

”Fekking hell, Prince… is that still you in there?”

Sergeant ‘Bad Hand’ is staring at you, hand gripping his Zweihander tightly.

You see something in your comrades face you’ve never noticed before. Fear. Where the rambunctious ‘Bad Hand’ have faced down whole armies, towering behemoths and drooling ravenous deamons with a laugh now he’s afraid.

Afraid of his own friend. Afraid of you.
He’s not the only one. All around comrades fail to meet your gaze. Half-hearted mutters of ‘he had it coming’ and ‘Blackguards rule is different’ don’t quite match up to the…. ruin of a corpse that you’re standing over.

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> “What are you talking about, Bad Hand? This is justice.” Surely he can see that? [Courage]

>”We’re done here. Have a work crew ready his body for burial.” Scum yes, but he was still one of you.[Elite]

> “We’re done here. Tell the girl, bring her this as proof.” For what it’s worth. [Experience]

>”I’m… what’s happening to me?” Something is wrong. That wasn’t normal. [Clever]

>>928081
Prince has just slain another man (okay, elf) in a duel, and the voices in his head are debating the best way of distributing the body pieces. Let this sink in, QM.

Main, anon is getting way too into his mutilation fetish.

>>928088
>> “We’re done here. Tell the girl, bring her this as proof.” For what it’s worth. [Experience]

Publicly this.

>”I’m… what’s happening to me?” Something is wrong. That wasn’t normal. [Clever]

Privately talk to Badhand about this.

>>928088
To the others
>”We’re done here. Have a work crew ready his body for burial.” Scum yes, but he was still one of you.[Elite]

Internally
>”I’m… what’s happening to me?” Something is wrong. That wasn’t normal. [Clever]

Prince definitely knows himself well enough not to disregard something like that.

>>928089
I think it's well reflected in the post ha!

>>928088
> “What are you talking about, Bad Hand? This is justice.” Surely he can see that? [Courage]
Insubordination has its price friend

>>928088
>”We’re done here. Have a work crew ready his body for burial.” Scum yes, but he was still one of you.[Elite]
>”I’m… what’s happening to me?” Something is wrong. That wasn’t normal. [Clever]

>>928093
Part of it is me just not wanting the people to try to come to us for solving problems among themselves. Like, do you want to bother your new overlords with your petty problems and maybe come out of it missing something?

On the other hand, or whatever detached member, it shows the people that we're serious about enforcing the law.

You know, the promise that we JUST made? That will have "Consequences" if we avoid it?

Snake is dead, let's get some political expediency out of it.

>>928092

>>928096

> Brutally murder a defenseless opponent who technically is on our side.

> We're all one big happy family guys! Honest!

Okay.