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Midnight, At an Undisclosed Location in Kresden

During the entire duration of his stay in this safe house Mask has not moved from his place besides the only entrance, the lone window solidly boarded up. ‘Humble’ were the words the He has watched the boy, apparently the heir to the throne of this strange land, every single moment. Occasionally the living Corporal, the one called ‘Jack’, stops by to bring food and check in on them. He sometimes speaks to Mask as if he could speak back, many do. Mask is a good listener, or so they say.
Mask does not take pleasure in the presence of others. However, Mask feels less agitated when in the company of Trooper ‘Smiles’, the massive Wildborn with the scarred face. ‘Smiles’ makes no noise, he understands the value of silence. Mask does not wish to admit that he enjoys the company of ‘Smiles’. Joy is for the living. It is not for the dishonoured, or the damned.

The Lieutenant made no mention of how long Mask was to keep this up. Mask does not care. Except… for the first time in a long time Mask doesn’t believe that is, or was, his name. Like an itch that cannot be scratched, the thought resurfaces. How long until the Lieutenant will play for Mask again? How long until Mask can go home? Why can’t Mask stay?

It is only when the heir speaks that Mask realises he has been daydreaming. This disturbs Mask. Mask never used to do that.

”I know it’s terribly impolite to say this, but you are awfully chilling to look at.” The youngest living grandchild of the Neumunster Empire addresses the lifeless warrior-corpse with trepidation. ”Apologies, it’s just that I’ve been trying to relieve myself for some time now and I simply can’t do it with you staring right at me like that.”

The child, still dressed in what a noble must imagine a well-to-do peasant would wear, bears themselves with a practiced regal air. Practiced for a child that is. In an effort to hide the famed golden locks the Imperial family typically bear, his hair has been dyed blue. Mask recalls CPL ‘White Bitch’ Tara making several remarks on the stupidity of that little attempt at remaining incognito. The boy prince’s attempt to look princely is somewhat diminished by their current position squatting over the shift bucket in the corner.

The boy had already been searched, thoroughly, beforehand. And Mask understood that his appearance was unsettling to the living. His orders were to watch over the boy, but perhaps turning around a moment to provide some human decency is the… ‘human’ thing to do?

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”Hrrk.” (Fine, be quick).

*Stare in Mask*

”Hrrk.” (Fine, be quick).

>>1226682
>”Hrrk.” (Fine, be quick).

>>1226682
>”Hrrk.” (Fine, be

>>1226682
>*Stare in Mask*

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>>1226725
>>1226750

”Hrrk.” There’s not much a working respiratory system in Mask. None at all in fact, so Mask himself isn’t quite sure how the rattling gasp passes through his throat when he focuses on it. It matter little, Mask never talked much even when he was alive.

The child is visibly relieved when the ominous skeleton turns around to give him some small measure of privacy. The moment is ruined as they speak in between small grunts. ”Thank you, good man. I know I tend to talk when I’m nervous. It’s a terrible *tink* disposition my father tried to-“

Tink? What has the boy been eating? If Mask had eyelids he would be rolling them. But if he had rolled them he might have missed that movement through the boarded up window. A flash of white? Was it a piece of cloth? No… white hair? His sword hand twitches, not quite resting upon the hilt.

”Excuse me, good fellow?” Mask turns to face the boy. Perhaps he had imagined the movement. It was hard these days to tell what was real and, more often than not, Mask did not find reality to his liking. ”I appear to have slipped slightly, might I have a cloth to wash my hands?”

Mask chucks the boy a rag before returning to his vigil, marvelling at the ineptness of the young mortal. He doesn’t spot the boy pocketing the small, shit-stained pebble in his pocket.

[1/2]

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>>1226803
[2/2]

Kresden Main Gate, in the pre-dawn hours

”You’re really hung up over this, aren’t you?” You say to Saint, absentmindedly returning the salute of Trooper Godric Golden as he opens the gateway. ”I thought allowing you to chaperone the bloody firebreathing monster would keep you happy.”

CPL Hirstun of Ligh has left his lot responsible while he babysits the Tassenland conscripts. Godric Golden, Arlen Rivers and Twice-in-one-Day are the deadliest collection of old men you’ve ever encountered. Even the Wildborn Twice-in-one-Day looks decrepit, and their species doesn’t age the same way humans do. They used to call them Hirstun’s Dozen back when, you assume, there were actually a dozen of them in Hirstun’s personal warband.

”Permission to speak freely, sir?” Trooper Saint says with a concentrated frown, out of place on a face like hers.

You wait until you’re out of earshot of the troops manning the main gate before responding.

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>”Denied. Shut your mouth, do your job.” You’ve had enough backchat from a subordinate. [Elite]

>”I’m not interested, Trooper. We already had this talk.” You’re not interested in repeating yourself. [Experience]

>”You haven’t exactly been holding back so far, now have you?” Try to break the tension with a joke. [Clever]

>”…alright. Speak.” Why do you feel like you somehow need Saint’s approval? [Courage]

>>1226855
>”You haven’t exactly been holding back so far, now have you?” Try to break the tension with a joke. [Clever]

>>1226855
>”You haven’t exactly been holding back so far, now have you?” Try to break the tension with a joke. [Clever]

>>1226855
>>”I’m not interested, Trooper. We already had this talk.” You’re not interested in repeating yourself. [Experience]

>>1226855
>>”I’m not interested, Trooper. We already had this talk.” You’re not interested in repeating yourself. [Experience]

>”You haven’t exactly been holding back so far, now have you?” Try to break the tension with a joke. [Clever]

>>1226855

>”You haven’t exactly been holding back so far, now have you?” Try to break the tension with a joke. [Clever]
I mean you might even get to ride him

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>>1226893
>>1226906
>>1226923
You remain stoically silent until you're sure the men manning the wall can't see you grin at Trooper Saint.

”You haven’t exactly been holding back so far, now have you?”

While there isn’t any sudden boisterous laughter, Trooper Saint can’t suppress a little smirk herself at your tongue-in-cheek comment.

”You’re right, sir. I just feel quite strongly about this whole thing.” Trooper Saint bites her lip, hesitating before she continues. “Before I made it into the Palace Guard I spent most of my time on the Order Enforcement Wing. Assaults, public indecency, domestic issues. Nine times out of ten drugs were involved, if it wasn’t alcohol, one way or another. It makes animals out of people if you get addicted and DON’T tell me you or ASGORGA won’t have to worry about that. I heard it all the time.”

You decide not to mention that you have an addictive personality. It’s been damn hard giving up the smokes. Trooper Kid taking up the habit hasn't exactly made it easier.

”One time, we responded to reports of a beserker Wildborn in the lower city. When I got there the bodies where everywhere, in pieces. The Wildborn was completely innocent, someone had spiked his drink and he was seeing things that simply weren’t there.”

Saint shakes her head, frowning at past failures. She's quite cute when she frowns. Not for the first time you wonder why you have to see some element of angry or frustration, mostly at you, before you can feel attraction to a woman.

”I spent nearly a week tracking down leads, witnesses, anything. I think I found the guy, some reprobate peddler at the University that was rumoured to be studying the Dark Arts. Wasn’t the first time he’d caused us trouble. But sure enough, his uncle the Dean got him off the hook again. His involvement was brushed under the rug while the Wildborn was tried and executed.”

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>”That sounds like you have a problem with hypocrisy, not drugs.” [Elite]

>”I promise you, these aren’t that kind of drug. All they’re going to do is give ASGORGA a pick-me-up while we giggle at inane shit.” [Experience]

>”Wow. I’m sold. Maybe adding drugs and a dragon isn’t such a great idea.” [Clever]

>”A university student? Oooh boy, Saint maybe I should tell you…” [Courage]

>>1226999
>>”I promise you, these aren’t that kind of drug. All they’re going to do is give ASGORGA a pick-me-up while we giggle at inane shit.” [Experience]

as much as i would love to tell her baout the guy that did it, she most lieky will try to kill him and for now his a bro but mybe hint at it.
also could she do something to the soul we now have?

>>1226999
>>”That sounds like you have a problem with hypocrisy, not drugs.” [Elite]

She had, in her own words, an adolescent dragon chained up in a cramped fucking basement for how long? We're going to make up for lost time and have some fun. He deserves no less!

>>1226999
>”That sounds like you have a problem with hypocrisy, not drugs.” [Elite]

>>1226999
>>”That sounds like you have a problem with hypocrisy, not drugs.” [Elite]

>>1226999
>”That sounds like you have a problem with hypocrisy, not drugs.” [Elite]

>>”I promise you, these aren’t that kind of drug. All they’re going to do is give ASGORGA a pick-me-up while we giggle at inane shit.” [Experience]

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>>1227036

”That sounds like you have a problem with hypocrisy, not drugs.” You turn your head, regarding Saint’s closed expression. ”What? You’re telling me in all your time escorting the big knobheads of the Empire around you never, not once, stumbled into a Count partaking in a little Torkrum or a Minister eyeballs deep in Kalgarri Spice? I notice you only talked about the poorer folks having a drug problem.”

Trooper Saint has an increasingly focused frown, scrunched up like she’s readying for an outburst. Thankfully this one isn’t directed at you.

”Yeah it’s hypocritical, okay?! You think I didn’t see it? When I’m locking away a husband and father for a little recreational use, dooming his family to poverty when they’re already on the edge, and then I come back to the Palace to walk in on a certain Vice-Chancellor surrounded by loose women and ten times the amount of stuff I’ve put the other guy away for?!? You think I –liked- that?”

Saint isn’t a short person, but she has to step up on her tiptoes to be approaching face-to-face status with you. You watch her flushed angry face breathe in after her rant, the colour draining away in sudden realisation.

”Oh. Oh Gods, I can’t –say- that! I took an Oath of Secrecy and if-“

”Trooper? Relax. I’m fairly certain that this Vice-Chancellor is long gone now.” Along with those loose women and nearly everyone else in that city, but you don’t bring that part up again obviously.

”No you don’t… Hang on, you’re right. I don’t have to cover up all those dirty little secrets anymore. So I could just say… anything? Like, I can just tell you that a certain Minister of Commerce was having an affair with the Merchant of Furriers?” You nod in confirmation at Saint’s questioning glance. ”Um, wow this is great! The Vizier for Education like to dress up like a woman. Hahaha, there are twice as many bastards of the Emperor than there are heirs. The rumours about the Cardinal and the choir boy? Absolutely true! And he didn’t –fall- down the cathedral stairs. I-“

Saint shuts up suddenly and looks away, doggedly avoiding looking at your surprised expression.

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>”Woah. You murdered a Cardinal? Nice.” +1 Black Heart

>”I wouldn’t worry about him. I’m sure he had it coming.” +1 Secret Softy

>>1227165
>”I wouldn’t worry about him. I’m sure he had it coming.” +1 Secret Softy

>>1227165
>”Woah. You murdered a Cardinal? Nice.” +1 Black Heart
Had it coming as well.

>>1227165
>>”Woah. You murdered a Cardinal? Nice.” +1 Black Heart
We are a horrible influence

>>1227165
>”I wouldn’t worry about him. I’m sure he had it coming.” +1 Secret Softy

Softy for saintly

>>1227165
>”Woah. You murdered a Cardinal? Nice.” +1 Black Heart
"Well, I'm sure he was convinced of the gravity of his acts, after he recognized his fall. Am I being unsubtle enough?"

>>1227165
>”Woah. You murdered a Cardinal? Nice.” +1 Black Heart

Best girl confirmed.

>>1227200
Haha, 100% this wording.

>>1227165
>”Woah. You murdered a Cardinal? Nice.” +1 Black Heart

>”I wouldn’t worry about him. I’m sure he had it coming.” +1 Secret Softy

>>1227165
>”I wouldn’t worry about him. I’m sure he had it coming.” +1 Secret Softy

>>1227200
This amuses me.

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>>1227197
>>1227200
>>1227217
>>1227221
>>1227228
>>1227262

It's close, but Black Heart takes it. In part because you bastards are too fekking funny.

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You honestly didn’t peg Saint for a murderer. A killer? Absolutely, you’ve seen her fight. But to plan and execute the killing of an unarmed man. And a holy man at that? Sure, he must have been some absolute scum to warrant it. Most of all you’re surprised she managed to cover it up after.

You give the guilt-stricken Saint an impressed whistle.

”Woah. You murdered a Cardinal? Nice.”

Saint doesn’t answer you, which is answer enough. A moment of silence passes between you too as you walk further along the path. Looks like someone is waiting up again, just outside the burned down barn on the hillside.

"Well, I'm sure he was convinced of the gravity of his acts-
Saint groans loudly, hand clasped to her forehead.
”- after he recognized his fall. Am I being unsubtle enough?"

”Yes! Gods yes, you're being unsubtle enough. Please, sir, stop!” It appears that she’s trying not to choke.

”Wait wait wait, just one more. I guess he was ‘cast down’ by the Saints.”

”Right, that does it. I’m joining the Blackguard’s just so I can challenge and beat your-“

The figure ahead speaks up, cutting Saint’s impromptu challenge ”As I live and breathe, do I hear the harmonious voice the sweet Elia?
Saint stops in her tracks, staring agog at the Cultist Demagogue sitting on a fallen trunk by the path.

”Oh come on! Seven-hundred Saints be good… don’t tell me the leader of the cultists is Jale fekking Aldin.”


[1/2]

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[2/3]

You’re mostly shocked by Saint’s cussing rather than the fact that she knows the diabolical practitioner. The cultist demagogue’s face lights up with a smile as he recognises the ex-Heigelen Captain.

”Lady von Harti! What a delightful surprise! I thought you lost with the rest of the city in that terrible incident.”

Either he’s a very good actor or he is genuinely happy to see Trooper Saint alive. She, on the other hand, has an expression one would normally expect on someone who had just realised they had stepped in something

”The entire SarsburgSchola University put to the torch and yet –you- make it out alive and get given a job? There really is no justice in the world.” Saint looks at you, pointing at the Cultist Demagogue. You knew they wouldn’t get along but this seems personal. ”Sir, this is the filth I was talking about earlier. He’s responsible for over six counts of manslaughter, four counts of property damage and sixteen counts of accessing forbidden-”

”They never proved that!” The Cultist Demagogue interrupts with a pointed finger, he then smiles warmly at Saint. ”I’m glad you haven’t forgotten our old escapades though.”

”Why is he so friendly towards you?” You ask, genuinely confused.

Saint allows a single disgusted sniff.”Apparently this creature developed a crush on me during my investigations, or so he says.”

”A crush? Don’t be so modest.” Demagogue Jale looks hurt at the word. ”Why, ever since I first glanced upon you while out gallivanting with my fellow students…”

”You threw up on my shoes.”

”Yes, well, details fade with age. And about that later thing, I sincerely had no idea that the possesed Hydro-essence would make a beeline for your barracks like that, honestly!”

”So it –was- you! I watched 3 of my comrades drown on dry land, you blasphemer.” Saint hisses through gritted teeth, her gauntlet tightening around her sword hilt. ”Permission to kill him, sir?”

”What? No!” You and Jale speak at the same time. Killing him would mean you’d have to deal with the next cultist in the food chain, and you honestly doubt they’d be more amenable than this guy. ”I need him. For Dragon related things.”

”He needs me for Dragon related things.” Jale says immediately after you.

Saint makes an exasperated sound that you identify as typical of a Trooper unsatisfied with the competence, temperament or maturity of their superior officers. ”I’m going ahead to talk to ASGORGA.” The Trooper fixes Demagogue Jale with a venomous glare as she outpaces you. ”Hopefully he likes the taste of degenerate.”

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>>1227302

[3/3]

Demagogue Jale Aldin sighs contentedly at the rear of Trooper Saint’s figure advancing. ”That woman hasn’t changed a bit. Well, a little bit I suppose. And I’m not just talking about the missing finger, though I don’t mind that kind of kink. She seems to have less righteous fury and more just… fury from the look of it.”
He gives you a sidelong glance before elbowing you in the ribs. He winces immediately, thoroughly reminded that you’re wearing full-plate armour, and Blackthorn at that. You didn’t feel a thing.

”Ouch! So uh… did you two ever?” Demagogue Jale raises his eyebrows at you suggestively. You find yourself increasingly preferring he was still stoned out of his mind. He’s so much more annoying sober.

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>”Oh absolutely. Every which way. Curtain matches the drapes and all.” [Clever]

>”You’re welcome to try again with her. But next time I won’t stop her from killing you.” [Courage]

>”None of your fekking business.” [Elite]

> “I like you, Demagogue Jale. Don’t make me kill you.” [Experience]

>>1227310
> “I like you, Demagogue Jale. Don’t make me kill you.” [Experience]

>>1227310
>”Oh absolutely. Every which way. Curtain matches the drapes and all.” [Clever]

>>1227310
>>”You’re welcome to try again with her. But next time I won’t stop her from killing you.” [Courage]

>>1227329
*Every which way, in an order some may find surprising.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=enOHraf3LEk

>>1227310
>> “I like you, Demagogue Jale. Don’t make me kill you.” [Experience]

>>1227310
> “I like you, Demagogue Jale. Don’t make me let kill you.” [Experience]

"Last guy that asked about my relationships? Ended up wrapped in drapes being dragged out of the fancy dinner party we were invited to. Don't push this topic."

>>1227310
>> “I like you, Demagogue Jale. Don’t make me kill you.” [Experience]

>>1227310
>> “I like you, Demagogue Jale. Don’t make me kill you.” [Experience]

> “I like you, Demagogue Jale. Don’t make me kill you.” [Experience]

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>>1227336
That was the longest running dicking joke video I've ever seen. I keked

>>1227327
>>1227356
>>1227357
>>1227365
>>1227369
>>1227441


“I like you, Demagogue Jale. Don’t make me let kill you.” You say this in friendly off-hand manner that let's Demagogue Jale know that, while you're completely serious, there aren't any hard feelings involved.

”Oh. Uh, yeah no that’s cool, man.” Demagogue Jale shuffles slightly away from you.”Gotta have boundaries and all, I get that.”
…

”So we’re like, friends?”

”Shut up, Jale.”

You’re here. The small farmstead that ASGORGA had decided to rest at. Scorch marks streak across the grass, though the light isn’t good enough for you to measure exactly how extensive the damage to the farmstead. Already one of the two barns in front of you has burnt down. You ponder the fate of the previous residents, but you can’t see any human remains mixed in with the bones of livestock. For now, it appears that he’s kept to your ‘suggestion’ to not go devouring the local peasantry. A good sign, you think.

It’s only as you approach the burnt out barn that you realise it is in fact no barn at all, it is ASGORGA himself. The dragon’s body is the size of a wagon and then some, when he stretches his wings at your approach the moon above you is blotted out. He bares his teeth at the pre-dawn light, licking his lips, and for a moment you feel real fear.

”Oh dick-sucking daemons.” Demagogue Jale whispers under his breath. ”This is actually happening, okay, alright, don’t panic, keep it cool, remain calm, we are doing this, okay alright-“

”MORTAL PRINCE, YOU HAVE COME. THE CUSTODIAN DOES NOT SPEAK THE TONGUE WELL, BUT I UNDERSTAND YOU WOULD HAVE WORDS WITH ME. I AM TOLD YOU ARE TO MAKE US ALL FOOLS.”

Saint is standing next to a foreleg nearly as big as she is with crossed arms. You give her an annoyed glance before turning your full attention back to ASGORGA. Now all you have to do is convince the Dragon to partake in your little plan.

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>Write-in
>DC will be adjusted on content [Base 60]

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>1227444
you wana show some vamps how we party?

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>1227444
Have you ever tried roasted bats? I heard they were quite the delicacy from my previous campaigns.

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>1227444
"I don't intend to make us fools, I intend to make us [i]friends[i/]. With your first mission finished I wanted to partake in celebratory drugs to show you what some of the many benefits of continued service to me.

Stop rolling you idiots

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>1227444
>I would not presume us to be fools, at least not so much as those vampire who think themselves above all. Both of us cast our shadow on this town, yet they think theirs is longer, and their necks ache form looking down on us, on you. I feel a reminder of station is necessary, for those esteemed should not suffer the insolent lightly. I bet those "brave" bloodsuckers would wilt under even a glance from your mighty Person.

AKA I heard those cloody bocksuckers have been talking shit you.

I haven't called for rolls yet, was going to adjust the DC.

Good material so far though.

>>1227495
Damn, good thing we got that roll out of the system.

>>1227444
"The Custodian has mangled my intent. What I intend to do is to make fools of those who would think themselves the apex predator of Man."

"A coven of undead bloodsuckers currently nests in the city, they preen and content themselves as masters. Baring their puny fangs and reveling in the fear that their mere prescence causes. They think themselves my better, YOUR better."

"What I propose is that we reveal yourself in full glory, show them that they would do best to skulk in their tombs rather than sully your magnificence. Of course there is more to enjoy than just humiliating these parasites, I say we also partake in a little fun that has been denied to you these long years."

>>1227444
>I want to give you something that some men treasure, and will do anything to obtain. It's worth a lot.
Dragons

>>1227454
>>1227474
>>1227483
>>1227495
>>1227525
>>1227531

>hey these vampires think you suck
>you don't suck, you rock (lay it on thick)
>party up with us mortals and prove it
>I mean, come on, when was your last chance to cut loose in all that time locked underground?

Is that the gist of it?


>DC 60 [Medium]
>+5 Cloak of Command
>+5 Sword of Sovereignty
>+10 Speech
>DC 80


0 = You have offended ASGORGA. Combat is imminent.
1 = You have offended ASGORGA. He will be more difficult to win over.
2 = ASGORGA is no hatchling, he will party with the humans.
3 = ASGORGA will party the HARDEST. Just you watch.

Use My Blood For His? 10% Open Wound Chance
>No
>Yes, Tier I (+10DC, -10% HP)
>Yes Tier II (+30DC, -20%HP)


Three rolls of 1d100, roll under. Rolls that do not include a vote for MBFH one way or the other will NOT be included.

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>1227574
>No

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>1227574
>Yes, Tier I (+10DC, -10% HP)
Probably worth a little risk/pain to ensure we do not muck up this vital roll (even with the good DC), but not overmuch.

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>1227574
>No

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>1227574
This is a roll under right?
I hope it is.

>>1227596
Why do I only roll 100's in this quest and not roll over ones?

>>1227596
Jesus Christ.

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>>1227596
TIME TO FIGHT A DRGON FUACKERS

>>1227596
BENISED

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>1227574

>>1227606
>>1227596
Winners don't do drugs (or maybe they do but dragons have a different reaction than being a bit happy?)

>>1227596
what have you done!!!????
i guse saint has given him the tlak about how drugs are shit

>>1227596
Well fuck.

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Oh boy here we go.

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>>1227596
>I'll just take a shower what could possibly go wrong in ten minutes

Anybody know any good dragon fighting music?

>>1227778
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XhDK0Krdabo

>>1227596
"SAINT ITS TIME FOR MAGICAL FOIGHTAN DRAGIN JUJU!"

we still have the drugs so just durning the fight thowing them into her face/ mouth and get him high that way

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>>1227596
>100 [DISASTER]

You wax lyrical on the strengths of the Dragon and how foolish the Vampires are to think you aren’t up to scratch. You tell them it is traditional after a victory such as the two of you enjoyed over the Grenn to celebrate and partake in these sorts of rituals together, all fun and games for a Dragon that’s spent most of his years chained up underground, right?. And after you are done, you’ll go and show those bloodsuckers what is what.

You were verbose, you were passionate, you were fancy with your words. All in all, you think it was a pretty good speech.
ASGORGA disagrees.

”YOU THINK I AM INTERESTED IN GAMES, MORTAL!?!” The sudden roar shakes the trees and sends birds and animals fleeing for miles in every direction. An Creature of Power has declared it’s unhappiness, and no wise sentient being wants to be anyway near the aftermath of that. ”YOU RELEASED ME AND FOR THAT I HAVE ALLOWED YOU TO CONTINUE TO EXIST. BUT NO MORE! YOU ANNOY ME WITH YOUR WHINING AND PLEADINGS. I AM NOT BEHOLDEN TO ANY! I AM UNBOUND!!”

Both Trooper Saint and Demagogue Jale have leapt away at the roar, looking shaken. They don’t speak the Black Tongue, at least not well, but they damn well can tell that went well beyond a polite refusal.

ASGORGA rears up, the tell-tale deep breath signalling an imminent cascade of fire obvious to all. At the same time the world seems to slow down. You can see Demagogue Jale reaching for something in his pocket, his robes kicking up the dust at a snail’s pace. Trooper Saint is casting some sort of ward, even as her fingers cross the air in slow motion you can tell it won’t be in time.

You can feel ASGORGA’s will press against your head, leaving you the impression that your skull is caught in an iron vice. And that vice has needle-sharp teeth. Your nose is bleeding and your eye’s hurt as you strain against the pressure against you’re the gateway to your mind. If you give in, if you let your mental guard drop for a moment you fear the Dragon will dominate it even before you are turned to a crisp. You have to maintain your mind’s defence, but you never were a good defensive player. You always preferred the offensive style, you’re in the Kreigstrom after all.

Well then… if it’s going to be like this. You open the door wide, and deliver an angry blow to the vast pitch-black entity on the other side.

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>”One count of assaulting a superior officer! One count of attempted mutiny! Three counts of insubordination! YOU’RE FEKKED!” [Elite]

>”I’ve been patient with you until now, lizard, but somehow I knew it would come down to this. OBEY!” [Experience]

>”Fek I wish ‘Bad Hand’ was here to see this. COME ON THEN!” [Courage]

>"I should have left you to rot in that dungeon! DOWN BOY!" [Clever]

>>1227852
>>”One count of assaulting a superior officer! One count of attempted mutiny! Three counts of insubordination! YOU’RE FEKKED!” [Elite]

>>1227852
>”One count of assaulting a superior officer! One count of attempted mutiny! Three counts of insubordination! YOU’RE FEKKED!” [Elite]

>>1227852
>>”One count of assaulting a superior officer! One count of attempted mutiny! Three counts of insubordination! YOU’RE FEKKED!” [Elite]

You bastards. You fekking bastards. I was going to hand this Dragon to you on a silver plate.

>>1227852
>”Fek I wish ‘Bad Hand’ was here to see this. COME ON THEN!” [Courage]

LET´S PARTY!!

>>1227852
>”Fek I wish ‘Bad Hand’ was here to see this. COME ON THEN!” [Courage]

>>1227879
Like bad hand said "I hope this goes tits up"

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>>1227889
Something ate my pic

>>1227852
>>”Fek I wish ‘Bad Hand’ was here to see this. COME ON THEN!” [Courage]

>>1227852
>>”One count of assaulting a superior officer! One count of attempted mutiny! Three counts of insubordination! YOU’RE FEKKED!” [Elite]
and one count of beening a bitch and a party pooper your taking theses one way or the other and your going ot love them.
we have to mount this guy now

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>>1227909
>>1227858
>>1227861
>>1227877
>>1227886

>DC 20 [Heroic]
>+5 Sword of Sovereignty
>+5 Cloak of Command
>+10 Black Tongue
>+5 Amplified by Blackthorn Armour
>+10 Mortal Soul
>55 DC

0 = You are ASGORGA’s Slave. All hail ASGORGA.
1 = You fend off ASGORGA’s influence. This will be a ‘fair’ fight so to speak.
2 = You shove back against ASGORGA’s will, they will be fighting at a disadvantage.
3 = ASSUMING DIRECT CONTROL.

Use My Blood For His? 10% Open Wound Chance
>No
>Yes, Tier I (+10DC, -10% HP)
>Yes Tier II (+30DC, -20%HP)

3 rolls of 1d100, lads. And for Father’s sake make it count! Rolls without a vote for yes or no on MBFH will be invalid, regardless of how good or bad they are.

Time for Dragonborn.

Rolled 98 (1d100)

>>1227919
>>Yes Tier II (+30DC, -20%HP)
WITNESS ME

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>>1227928

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>1227919
no blood

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>1227919
>Yes Tier II (+30DC, -20%HP)
thow the drugs into his mouth/ knose

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>1227919
>Yes Tier II (+30DC, -20%HP)

>>1227935
Well, this thread has got off to an interesting start.

>>1227935
100-1

>>1227928
ahaha haha
over turned
>>1227919
his my drug bitch now!!
time to take saint on a magic dragon ride

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>>1227935
>>1227935

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

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>>1227935
Dark Father, Holy Mother and all the bastard gods in between.

You son of a BITCH!

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>>1227935
Woooo sweating blood and dodging bolts(doesn't sound as good as bullets)

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>>1227941
>>1227942
>>1227946
>>1227950
>>1227952
you said something about handing a dragon on a sliver platter??

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>>1227935
Fucking dice gods are fucking with us now

That's it. I'm going out to grab lunch.

I ain't even mad... Just... goddamn. That's got to be the quickest reversal of fortune I've ever seen, in any Quest or Campaign ever.

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>>1227966

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>>1227992
I put it at second. For me it was lost Island quest when we were raiding that temple with the undead in it. The MC and company were doing well, and then they went to open a coffin, presumably filled with treasure. There was a roll for it. I rolled a natural one and attached related pick spoilered to the post. It was a goddamned uber mummy that cursed us. We survived at least, but still.

I'm a fat man Regis, my heart can't take this.

>>1227935
>we just drill sergeanted a dragon into backing down
Get those knife hands ready, it's time for the dressing down to end all dressing downs. Can a dragon do flutter kicks? It's time to find out.

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>>1227935

>>1227992
It serves us right.
We deserve it after literally all of the other critfails.
If someone were to troll the archives they would be amazed how shitty our luck is unless it's something arbitrary and meaningless.

>>1227935
Dark Father just went "hold it playas, it's time for a tag team match."
>hola hola hola

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>>1227935
Whatever the dark cloud of shadow expected when it assailed the door to your mind, it certainly wasn’t for the door to open and a fist to come hurtling into its face. You feel the blow connect, a good solid one that sends the target reeling. But only in surprise, not pain.

A year ago you were checking your boots for Kaipa snakes in a half-built ditch under artillery fire in Ajiyimad and now you are… what –are- you doing? Battling a Dragon in some sort of shadow realm for your free will? For once the fact you somehow made Officer isn’t the most ridiculous part of your existence. SGT ‘Bad Hand’ is going to shit himself for missing out on this one, you smirk to yourself. The whole thing is as insane as he is.

ASGORGA’s form in the Shadow Realm isn’t so much different from the reality, a terrifyingly enormous predator with far too many. It huffs, orange flames spurt from it’s mouth, nose and eyes. Those eyes are locked on you.

You don’t have your Blackthorn Armour, not here. Nor your swords or knives, or even a cloak. You are naked, in fact. A scarred, puny, little mortal squaring up to a primordial beast whose kind has terrorised your ancestors when they were still figuring out how to sharpen sticks.

You’re not much to look at, and the King of Predators knows it. The blurring cloud of teeth, claws and wings leaps toward you.

[1/3]

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>>1228299

But an Officer is so much more than the frail man that wears the uniform. It’s the idea of what that man represents. Authority. Obedience. Discipline. Behind you marches the title of a Superior Officer of the Black Company, along with all the power, responsibility and sleepless nights that implies. An indiscernible figure clad in blue cloth, donning a flowing cape and surrounded by an air of absolute authority, the kind that causes sane men to leave their loves and homes behind to march into hell for any cause. He wields not a sword but the Rod of Discipline.

“One count of assaulting a superior officer!”

*THWACK* The blow strikes the Dragon atop the skull. Quick as a snake ASGORGA twists to the side, readying a breath of orange flame.

” One count of attempted mutiny!”

*THWACK* The second blow slams the Dragon’s mouth shout before the flames can emerge. Every attack is rebuffed by a blow from the Spirit. Each sentence is a condemnation punctuated with a blow from the Rod. And he’s not alone.

[2/3]

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>>1228323
[3/3]

A figure wreathed in Black Steel and eyes of shining red, like a pair of dying stars, emerges from behind the retreating Dragon. Seemingly without effort, it tucks his arms under the dragon and lifts it up in a lock.ASGORGA scrambles in panic but can find no purchase as your will of Authority readies the final blow.

”Three counts of insubordination! YOU’RE FEKKED.”
*THWACK*

ASGORGA crumples, like a piece of paper with a rock dropped on it. As his will dissipates, his form also begins to shrink. Never one to play fair, the towering figure in black gives the Dragon a solid kick to the gut as it tries to rise one final time. It’s attempt at a defiant roar comes out as a rattling gasp, cowed into silence when the black-clad figure holds up an enormous blade of dull steel to it’s eye.

The figure in black regards you for a moment. You can’t meet its eyes for long, it’s like staring into an angry sun. It nods once, some agreement or acknowledgement. It stands to the side, sword embedded in the ground next to ASGORGA. Your will of Authority has one foot resting on the fallen Dragon-spirit’s neck as you walk over. He gives you a jovial wink.

”Captain’s Court will have a field day with this one, won’t they?”

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>Approach the Spirit of Command. [+1 Officer Skill Point]

>Approach the Father’s Champion [+1 Blackguard Skill Point]

>>1228341
>Spirit of command

>>1228341
>Approach the Spirit of Command. [+1 Officer Skill Point]

>>1228341
>>Approach the Spirit of Command. [+1 Officer Skill Point]

>>1228341
>>Approach the Spirit of Command. [+1 Officer Skill Point]

>>1228341
>>Approach the Spirit of Command. [+1 Officer Skill Point]

>>1228341
>Approach the Father’s Champion [+1 Blackguard Skill Point]

>>1228341
>>Approach the Father’s Champion [+1 Blackguard Skill Point]

>>1228341
>Approach the Father’s Champion [+1 Blackguard Skill Point]
While I dearly adore the spirit of command I think we've done well for traits for officer related things, its time to get a little meaner. Then again I could be wrong and easily swayed by a good argument.

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>>1228341
>Approach the Spirit of Command. [+1 Officer Skill Point]
Is that General William "Make yo Bitch Squeal like the South" Sherman?

>>1228353
I agree, but with everything we've done here. It is related to be an officer it deserves the point.

>>1228341

>>1228348
Switching
>Approach the Father’s Champion [+1 Blackguard Skill Point]

>>1228341
>>Approach the Spirit of Command. [+1 Officer Skill Point]
>ASGORGA just got spiritually knife handed into submission

>>1228341
>>Approach the Father’s Champion [+1 Blackguard Skill Point]

>>1228341
>Approach the Spirit of Command. [+1 Officer Skill Point]

>>1228351
3 votes for the same option within 6 seconds of each other? Damn sudden reversals.

>>1228341
>Approach the Father’s Champion [+1 Blackguard Skill Point]

>>1228341
>Approach the Father’s Champion [+1 Blackguard Skill Point]

>Approach the Spirit of Command. [+1 Officer Skill Point]

>>1228341
>Approach the Father’s Champion [+1 Blackguard Skill Point]

>>1228341
>>Approach the Spirit of Command. [+1 Officer Skill Point]

>>1228358
I'm not too familiar with US Civil War history but it might well be. I typed in 'Spirit of Command blue' and got this, so I guess. I thought it was Sam Vimes from Terry Pratchett when he was forced to dress fancily.

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>>1228382
>Approach the Spirit of Command wins by 9:8.
A close one. It's certainly in character for Prince to be torn on this.

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>>1228382
Yeah, that's him. He's a controversial figure in the South as he was a Union General that committed several actions that would be considered war crimes today in the name of preserving the union.

>>1228391
While the champion didn't win they're both awesome enough I'm not at all sad. Also that filename should be 'Prince gives a reasonable order for unreasonable subordinates to interpret.'

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>>1228041
Roll to not die of a heart attack.
>DC 80 [Easy]
>-10 Overweight
>-10 Lack of exercise
>+10 A neckbeard's inner rage
>70 DC

0 = YOU DIED
1 = Hggh. It hurts. You lose 5 HP.
2 = You're okay. You're okay...
3 = You feel health as a horse! You gain 5 HP.

Use My Blood For His?
>No
>Yes, Tier I (+10DC, -10% HP)
>Yes Tier II (+30DC, -20%HP)

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>1228438
>Use My Fat For His? 10% chance of heart palpitations
>Yes Tier II (+30DC, -20%HP)

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Please vote on what officer skill to take while I write this up.

>Onwards
>Get Back in the Fight


Tier 2: Onwards, you Dogs!
There is no victory without sacrifice. An good officer makes sure to spend their lives well.
ORDER Ability: Double all discipline damage dealt to the enemy this round. Take +1d3 casualties.

Tier 3: Get Back in the Fight!
You be amazed what a stern glare and a few harsh words can do to bolster a faltering line. Your men would rather face the enemy than you anyway.
ORDER Ability: Add +1d3 Discipline. May not exceed starting discipline.

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>1228438
>Yes Tier II (+30DC, -20%HP)
So DC is 100?

>>1228454
>Get Back in the Fight

>>1228454
>Get Back in the Fight
Tier 3 isn't the tier where we can only choose one, right?

Oh, and while we are at it let's see

I need one roll of 1d10.
10 = Open Wounds.
1 = Stitches hold for good, no further risk even without rest.
>>1228438
Nice haha, pretty much how I would write it.

>>1228454
>>Get Back in the Fight
Maybe it's just me but platoon deaths/woundings were common enough in our battles that I'd rather take the ability that decreases casualties

Rolled 9 (1d10)

>>1228454
>Tier 2: Onwards, you Dogs!
>There is no victory without sacrifice. An good officer makes sure to spend their lives well.
>ORDER Ability: Double all discipline damage dealt to the enemy this round. Take +1d3 casualties.

>Onwards

Tier 3: Get Back in the Fight!
You be amazed what a stern glare and a few harsh words can do to bolster a faltering line. Your men would rather face the enemy than you anyway.
ORDER Ability: Add +1d3 Discipline. May not exceed starting discipline.

>>1228454
>Back in the fight

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>1228438
>Yes Tier II (+30DC, -20%HP)

>>1228454
>Get Back in the Fight!

capcha: carabinien uriz

>>1228463
No, that's Absolute Tier. Those are to double up as end-game powers and, assuming Prince survives this campaign, indicate what his future holds.

After you pick Get Back in the Fight you will have access to the 'Manifest Destiny' if you so desire.

Rolled 7 (1d10)

>>1228454
>Tier 2: Onwards, you Dogs!
>There is no victory without sacrifice. An good officer makes sure to spend their lives well.
>ORDER Ability: Double all discipline damage dealt to the enemy this round. Take +1d3 casualties.

>>1228454
>Onwards, you Dogs!
Offense is better than defense. Also, "To me!" seems really good.

>>1228454
Tier 2: Onwards, you Dogs!

>all these people wanting to take Just Fuck My Platoon Up: the "Perk"
Why?

>>1228455
Sure, but you are sacrificing HP for it.

>>1228454
>>Get Back in the Fight

>>1228489
we going to lose people any ways , lest this way makes them usefull

>>1228454
>Tier 2: Onwards, you Dogs!
We lead, men follow.

>>1228454
>Get Back in the Fight!

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5 votes either way, and two that seem indecisive so I'm calling a roll for it. Let the dice gods survive.

1 roll of 1d2, please.

1 = Onwards, you dogs!
2 = Get Back in the Fight

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>1228544

>>1228546
I was just about to point out the tie-breaker, >>1228538
but a roll is a roll.

"Onwards, you dogs!" It is.

>>1228489
Because we want our typical luck to just kill our favorite three people in a single round of combat

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”Right, by the time I’m through this sorry bugger is going to have a charge sheet as long as my arm. We'll have to come up with something for this mind-control gobbledekgook. Attempted Subversion, maybe? Soliciting?” The bluish spectre tucks a dated-looking helmet on, polished to a shine, as he lights a cigar. He looks at the collapsed creature, smaller now but still enormous, and raises one translucent eyebrow at you. ”Big chap, isn’t he? Didn’t realise the Company was issuing uniforms his size these days. Don’t tell me all the recruits are this big these days?”

”Ah, no. No, he’s pretty unique in the size department for the Company.” You say to the evident relief of the Spirt of Command.

”Thank fek for that, eh? Would have had my work cut out for me then, wouldn’t I?”

He chuckles and you can’t help but chuckle along with him. Damn you, but you like this guy. You want to earn his approval. He smiles at you, a confident grin that carries with it the promise of victory. The Spirit seats himself of the Dragon’s neck, patting for you to join him on a spot next to him, you try to carefully avoid the spikes.

”Let me tell you something, my boy. Being an officer isn’t just about knowing your tactics, keeping discipline and looking like you know what you’re doing. At the end of the day, lad, your men are a resource. A resource to be treasured, cared for. Even loved, yes. Even loved…”

He gives you a sad look, you get the impression this is a hard truth he’s learnt, and not the first time he’s told it to other either.

”You have to spend it all the same though. Condemn a man to save the squad, doom a squad to save a platoon, sacrifice a platoon so that the Company may live. And then you have to move on, make that choice again if you have to. I’m what makes that possible, what makes it necessary.” The Spirit grips your arm tightly, too tight to be altogether immaterial, his determined gaze boring into your very soul. You’ve rarely felt so vulnerable. ”But by Creation if you squander them, if you waste the lives of your Brothers for naught… I’ll make sure you suffer for it.”

You try to speak as the blackness rushes in.

[1/2]

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>You GAINED: Onwards, you Dogs!
>There is no victory without sacrifice. An good officer makes sure to spend their lives well.
>ORDER Ability: Double all discipline damage dealt to the enemy this round. Take +1d3 casualties.

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>>1228609
[2/2]


”Lieutenant Prince! Snap out of it!”

You awake to the sounds of Saint shouting at you, though she sounds more distant than you’d expect. You open her eyes just as she gives the man in the suit of armour a shake, then a full-handed slap. You wince involuntarily at the sound, as if you can almost feel it. The armour looks remarkably like your own Blackthorn. Identical in fact.

Trooper Saint looks so small, as if you’re seeing her from some height. Did you get on top of the barn somehow? And where in Below is ASGORGA?

”Saint”? The man in your armour murmurs.
”SAINT?” You growl.

The Trooper whips around at the sound of your voice, almost like a growl, sword at the ready. It’s not her Moonlight Blade, that doesn’t work for her like it used to, but it’s damn sharp and pointed straight at you.

”Back! Back, I say to you, Dragon!” She holds her sword stance as Demagogue Jale, to his credit, attempts to drag the man in the suit of armour away to little avail. ”I knew this was a stupid plan of his, but I had no idea you planned such treachery!”

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>”I’m not- What happened?” [Courage]

>”How did I get up here? Why are you so small?” [Experience]

>”Who is wearing my armour?” [Elite]

>”Oh. My. Father.” [Clever]

>>1228641
>”How did I get up here? Why are you so small?” [Experience]
Oh, well this works I guess.

>>1228641
>>”How did I get up here? Why are you so small?” [Experience]

>>1228641
>”Oh. My. Father.” [Clever]
WEEEELL. SHIT.

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>>1228641
>”How did I get up here? Why are you so small?” [Experience]
>”Who is wearing my armour?” [Elite]

>You open her eyes
Wait, ASGORGA's a girl dragon?

>”Oh. My. Father.” [Clever]

>>1228641
>”Oh. My. Father.” [Clever]

>>1228650
I mean OF COURSE she's a girl dragon.


Nah, just a typo. I think we have enough sexually confusing characters as it is. We still haven't figured out what Kid is after all.

>>1228641
>>”I’m not- What happened?” [Courage]

>>1228641
>”Oh. My. Father.” [Clever]

>>1228641
>>”Oh. My. Father.” [Clever]

>>1228641
>”Oh. My. Father.” [Clever]

"Oh the puny mortal could never control a draaagon. Let's watch him get eaten."

EAT SHIT SPARKLES.

>>1228641
>>”Oh. My. Father.” [Clever]

>>1228657
Too late, Dragonfu confirmed and you can't stop me.

>>1228641
>”Oh. My. Father.” [Clever]

>>1228650
>>1228657

Dragon confirmed best grill! Figuratively and literally

>>1228641

>Write in
>"oh, wow. Hahaha..HAhaha..HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! I. AM. POWER!! THE WORLD IS AT MY FEET...I WILL CRUSH aww I'm just messing with ya. How ya doin'? What's up?"

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>>1228647
>>1228655
>>1228656
>>1228660
>>1228662
>>1228669
>>1228670
>>1228679

"OH. MY. FATHER." You feel a rumbling in your throat at the panicked realisation of what is going on. With some effort you suppress the sudden gout of flame, an uncomfortable amount of smoke escapes through your nostrils.
”Oh. My. Father.” The armoured figure murmurs in concert.

”A Dragon acknowledging the Dark Father?” Demagogue Jale’s jaw drops, attempted rescue forgotten as he fumbles through his cloak. ”I have to make a record of this!”

”You can speak common?” Saint says in amazement, glancing back at the armoured man for a moment, the tip of her sword lowering for just a moment, then raised up again in sudden fury. ”Why is the Lieutenant repeating your words? I swear by the Seven-hundred Saints if you’ve possessed him I’ll-“

”No, hang on. Just give me a below-damned minute to figure this one out.”

”NO HANG ON. JUST GIVE ME A BELOW-DAMNED MINUTE TO FIGURE THIS ONE OUT.” You raise your hand, or claw to be precise and scrutinise. You can feel it, opening and clenching in a natural motion. With these claws you could shred a knight in full-plate in one motion, steed and all. Or you could tear down a Castle’s portcullis. ”HOLY FEK.”

”Holy fek.” The immobile armoured man, your body apparently, mutters simultaneously.

”…Prince?” This time the sword drops towards the ground for good, the ex-Heigelen too shocked by this turn of events to maintain a proper swordsman’s stance.”You… you possessed ASGORGA?”

”ERM… IT APPEARS SO.”
”Erm… It appears so.”

”Wait. Wait just a fekking second.” Demagogue Jale pauses in his scribbling to look at you, then your body, then back to you. ”Beelzebub’s Balls this is SO much better!”

”I…” Trooper Saint cautiously steps towards you. She places a tentative hand on your forearm, cautiously running it up to your chest. It feels nice. She cranes her neck up to your eyes, a bewildered look still plastered on her face. ”Okay. So. ASGORGA would never have let me touch him and live. So it is you. I… honestly don’t know how to feel about this.”

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>”You’d prefer it was the Dragon doing the possessing? A win is a win.” [Elite]

>”I could do with a belly rub if I’m honest.” [Experience]

>”How do you feel about a Magic Dragon Ride?” [Courage]

>”Hahahaha! Oh man, the Vampires are –not- going to see this coming.” [Clever]

>>1228699
>”Hahahaha! Oh man, the Vampires are –not- going to see this coming.” [Clever]

Ok, I´M SOLD.
Let´s be a cheeky frigging DRAGON while we can.

>>1228699
>”I could do with a belly rub if I’m honest.” [Experience]

>>1228699
>>”Hahahaha! Oh man, the Vampires are –not- going to see this coming.” [Clever]

>>1228699
>>”Hahahaha! Oh man, the Vampires are –not- going to see this coming.” [Clever]
>”I could do with a belly rub if I’m honest.” [Experience]

>”You’d prefer it was the Dragon doing the possessing? A win is a win.” [Elite]
>”Hahahaha! Oh man, the Vampires are –not- going to see this coming.” [Clever]

>>1228699
>”I could do with a belly rub if I’m honest.” [Experience]
>>”Hahahaha! Oh man, the Vampires are –not- going to see this coming.” [Clever]

>>1228699
>>”You’d prefer it was the Dragon doing the possessing? A win is a win.” [Elite]

>>1228699
>”Hahahaha! Oh man, the Vampires are –not- going to see this coming.” [Clever]

>>1228699
>”How do you feel about a Magic Dragon Ride?” [Courage]

>>1228699
>”You’d prefer it was the Dragon doing the possessing? A win is a win.” [Elite]

>”I could do with a belly rub if I’m honest.” [Experience]

>”How do you feel about a Magic Dragon Ride?” [Courage]

>”Hahahaha! Oh man, the Vampires are –not- going to see this coming.” [Clever]

This is fucking glorious.

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>>1228718
>>1228706
>>1228709
>>1228710
>>1228712
>>1228718
>>1228717
>>1228746
>>1228712

"WHAT ARE YOU COMPLAINING ABOUT? YOU'D PREFER IT WAS THE DRAGON DOING THE POSSESSING? A WIN IS A WIN."
"What are you complaining about? You'd prefer it was the Dragon doing the possessing? A win is a win."

"Yeah, I guess." Saint mutters as she sheathes her blade. "Still pretty serious blasphemy though."

"This is the best kind of blasphemy! This is history-making blasphemy! This kind of phenomena is-" Demagogue Jale is still busy writing everything he can think off down, noting your every small movement and word.

"Shut up, reprobate." Saint scowls. "And sir, can you stop this double-speak stuff? It's pretty eerie."

"YEAH I'M WORKING ON THAT." You focus on your own voice, your Dragon voice that is.
"Yeah. I'm... that."

Hey it's working, kind of. A plan comes to you. A brilliantly evil, dastardly, cunning plan. You can't help but laugh, a coughing snarl in your dragon form that unnerves everyone.

"HAHAHAHAH! OH MAN, THE VAMPIRES ARE -NOT- GOING TO SEE THIS COMING."
"Hahahahaha!{/i] Your body is the only one who laughs with you. Do you really sound like that?

[1/2]

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>>1228770

[2/2]

Kresden Town Square, outside the Manor Entrance, at Dawn an hour later.

While you may not have originally intended the demonstration to net such a large crowd, since this turn of events you’ve had Saint turn everyone out for to see the rising dawn. Your own Company men were up anyway, they’re well drilled after all. But even those not supposed to be here have been encouraged to attend.

The Tassenland rookies? Kicked out of their sleeping bags. The cultists? Demagogue Jale wouldn’t have had them miss this for the world. The Ajiyimad mercenaries? Politely invited to make an appearance. The night watch? Denied their bed rest for now. Not to mention a good number of townsfolk with more curiosity than common sense. A crowd of several hundred are gathered and only a select few Company men and the dozen hooded Vampires standing opposite even know why. Everyone senses some kind of showdown though; it’s just something in the air.

Your human body is at full-dress parade with the rest of them. A tired Trooper Kid is holding the Black Banner behind you, throwing suspicious glances at your unusually subdued attitude today. Or maybe their just sore that tey were woken from what little sleep they managed to nab, and all to polish your armour which somehow got dirty. Again.

You’ve managed to stop speaking out loud in both bodies, at least when you concentrate. It’s not perfect but it’s better than it was an hour ago. Should be good enough to at least put on a show.

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>You’re submerged in the pond behind the Manor, behind the Vampire ranks. It turns out Dragons can hold their breath for a long time. [Clever]

>You’re flying high in the skies. This is absolutely amazing. You probably should have practiced landing though. [Courage]

>You’re standing right next to your own body on parade. Spine erect, wings folded in the closest stance to attention you can manage in this form. [Elite]

>You’re huddled inside a warehouse behind your own ranks. Should make a nice entrance when they have the roll-call. [Experience]

>You’re huddled inside a warehouse behind your own ranks. Should make a nice entrance when they have the roll-call. [Experience]

>>1228786
>You’re flying high in the skies. This is absolutely amazing. You probably should have practiced landing though. [Courage]

>>1228786
>You’re standing right next to your own body on parade. Spine erect, wings folded in the closest stance to attention you can manage in this form. [Elite]

>>1228786
>You’re flying high in the skies. This is absolutely amazing. You probably should have practiced landing though. [Courage]

DEATH. FROM. ADOOOOOHH SHEEEEIT!!

>>1228786
>You’re huddled inside a warehouse behind your own ranks. Should make a nice entrance when they have the roll-call. [Experience]

>”How do you feel about a Magic Dragon Ride?” [Courage]
"I don't think I can stay on top without some sort of saddle, sir."
"Who said you would be the one doing the riding?"

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>>1228797
Inb4 Dragon Dildos

>>1228786
>You’re huddled inside a warehouse behind your own ranks. Should make a nice entrance when they have the roll-call. [Experience]

>>1228786
>>You’re flying high in the skies. This is absolutely amazing. You probably should have practiced landing though. [Courage]

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Even split between Flying and Warehouse.

Honestly though, a Dragon was going to be impressive enough even just walking in. You're putting it all at risk for the sake of a little more awesome sauce.

Roll 1d2

1 = I'M ON TOP OF THE WORLD, MA
2 = Hiding in the Warehouse with Legless Jenny.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>1228811

>>1228815
Golden.

Crater City incoming.

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>>1228815
I'm actually glad. This will be fun.

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You remember when you were a child the Nuns took your dorm to a horse farm. You'd never ridden before, but they assured everyone it'd be fine. You were only riding old, weathered mares after all. Apparently the stableboys thought it'd be a great laugh to give your mare a whack and set her galloping. That brought the life back to her. Clinging to her neck for dear life, a small part of you imagined that must be what flying feels like.

You were wrong. Flying is indescribably better. You want to swoop down on something just so it knows it's place is on the ground. You want to kill because you can. Because nothing this glorious should have to share the skies with anything. This must be how a Wing-Shark feels in the water. Like the top boss, the King of Below and Above.

A gust of wind beneath your wings brings you soaring up, the sudden absence leading to a natural plummet. You're inexperienced, expending too much energy when really gliding would be sufficient. At least that's what the sulking voice of ASGORGA mutters in the back of your head.

You can't help but giggle (internally, Dragons can't giggle easily) at the thought of what's going down on the ground there. The Vampire's must be thinking they've called your bluff. You've stuck to cloud banks for the majority of your flight, so they may not have even seen you at this height.

You're still in awe at how incredibly amazing this is. You can feel the tug of your body on the surface, maintaining this control is a mental strain. You don't doubt you'll sleep for a day at least after this. And ASGORGA is waiting in the wings. He's cowed, certainly an obedient little fellow now, but he's still there. Sniffing at the boundaries of your control at the hint they might get their body back. Hopefully he'll be more inclined to obey you in the future, and you feel confident that you can pull this off again if you want. Having felt the joy of flight, you -definitely- want to.

An arc of light shoots up in the sky, a red puff of smoke erupting several hundred feet below you. That must be the signal from the FLRE. Time to make your grand entrance!

[1/2]

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>>1228849
>DC 80 [Easy]
>You’ve never flown before -5DC
>How do you steer this thing? -5DC
>That Town Square makes a really tiny landing strip -5DC
>Oh Father the ground is coming up way too fast -5DC
>60DC


0 = Roll on the casualty table.
1 = Awkward landing. People die, but no one important.
2 = Iffy landing, but that house need redecorating anyway. Still a damn cool entrance.
3 = Your timing is absolutely perfect. And the property damage was minimal whilst remaining appropriately dramatic.


Use My Blood For His? 10% Open Wound Chance. HP is taken from you. Prince [16/25] HP after last use.
>Gods, no that's a terrible idea! Last thing we need is a Dark Father corrupted Dragon.
>Wait? We can do that? And no awful repercussions whatsoever, right? Yes. Tier I (+10DC, -10% HP)
>No brakes on this fekking train. Yes. Tier II (+30DC, -20%HP)

3 rolls of 1d100, lads and ladettes.

Time for Dynamic Entry.

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>1228863
>No brakes on this fekking train. Yes. Tier II (+30DC, -20%HP)

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>1228863
>No brakes on this fekking train. Yes. Tier II (+30DC, -20%HP)

CHOO CHOO

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>1228863
No blood

Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>1228863
>Gods, no that's a terrible idea! Last thing we need is a Dark Father corrupted Dragon.

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>1228863

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>1228867
>>1228868
>>1228869
Wow we were 2 away from both failure and critical success.

>>1228863
>>No brakes on this fekking train. Yes. Tier II (+30DC, -20%HP)

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>>1228867
>>1228868
>>1228869
I was this close. This >< close to writing up a beautiful sob story for an unfortunately squashed Kresden family.

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I'll leave it off here fellas. Been a damn good run you magnificent bastards. We'll start up again next thread with your landing. Archive will be up in a bit and, as I said, new work means BCQ will have to be mostly fortnightly.


How do you want to play this? You'll arrive at the Town Square just as the Vampires are starting to get pretty aggressive.

>>1228892
Roast a few to make a point, you don't demand shit from someone who has a dragon and not pay a price.

>>1228892
Beautiful thread mate.

Dice gods be a fickle bunch I suppose.

Also, it seems that Cpl. Prince has finally accepted being one of the officer corps eh?

>>1228892
Try and not kill any of the vampires yet.
Try and come in with such a vector that the rubble from the apparent damage will come close to them, though.

>>1228892
I say we just come in and land while saying "I am fire.. I am death!
My teeth are swords! My claws are spears! My wings are a hurricane!"

>>1228892
"Accidentally" squish a few while trying to scratch your belly

Thread is archived, vote or reminisce etc etc.
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Black%20Company%20Quest

Thanks for playing, lads. Fun was had this day.

What a fucking ride this thread was, holy shit. I was laughing through the whole damned thing lol

I thought that we were going to experience another instance of the famous Black Company curse, what a fucking ride...

It seems the vamps are way more cursed than Lt. Prince.

>>1228900
Aw yiss, get our Benedict Cumqautch on

I say we have (more than) a little fun.

>Land. Spew fire upwards. Look at Prince. BOW.
"What is your will, my lord? Is it the fat one?" (indicate vampire leader chick) "Should I eat her, my lord?"

>>1228892
Crush a few shits and land in the middle of them, spread wings and flame gout into the air, then look at the two vamp leaders and ask which one want me to display my power.

>>1229260
I don't think any threats are necessary, just a show of obedience will scare the shit out of the vamps.

>spending 1d3 casualties to inflict double discipline damage in a round
>not just getting the Blackguard skill that let's us spam 1d3 discipline damage to the enemy as an order, double that if we kill our opponent that same round
Please explain this bullshit to me. Onwards, You Dogs! is just going to become obsolete the second we grab that perk.

>>1229542
>not getting both to end combat in one round

>>1229542
Maybe there really will be a situation where we need it, but the other skills are even better. We could just outlast them with the other officer vote that was up for grabs too, that just /gives/ us discipline. Then there's the whole thing where it doubles discipline damage to them.
Knowing our luck we'll do two discipline damage to an enemy and lose three guys for it AND the only time we could justify using it is when it's a dire situation. It's just a shitty choice when we could have had something /better/ and far more generalist.

>>1229731
>ending combat in one round
>at the cost of 1d3 casualties
No fucking thanks.

>>1229963
>willing to drag out combat two or three rounds
>risking your men's lives needlessly

>>1229963
Every extra round of combat is another 3 dice that can kill /us/.

Don't really like the skill either, but if it has synergy and allows us to completely break our opponents in the first round or the second I'm fine with it.

>Take +1d3 casualties.
This doesn't mean we automatically lose troops right, unless I'm an idiot? This is a modifier, so if we use the skill but take no casualties on that round it's a free skill.

>>1230458
it mean that we roll on the casualties table and see how much they get hurt. Its rare for people to die but they lose more limbs than an empire orphanage.

>>1228892
Land ON some of the vampires. It won't kill them, just be very uncomfortable.

Demand tribute for moving off them.

Publicly enlist in the Black Company under our command.

>>1231002
>Demand tribute for moving off them.
Agreed

>>1231015
Dragons and Mercs don't do SHIT for free.

>>1231002
This.

When will we get to urge to kidnaping princess and hording gold?

>>1228892
Recite the company words, "Black hearts, Cold steel, Dark deeds."

>Miss the thread
>Everyone voted for the english weirdo over glorious Dark Father

Come on, guys

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>>1234442
>Choosing Satan over glorious Sam Vimes
What are you smoking, anon?

>>1230132
>getting kid killed to save time

>>1231693

Fucking seconding this mate.

Do it in the dark fathers Tongue. Make them shit themselves.