>>2002666
>>>I'm going to keep these hidden on my person. I pity the fool who thinks they can get close enough to find them

>>2002666
>>I'm going to keep these hidden on my person. I pity the fool who thinks they can get close enough to find them

>>2002666
>>I'll stash them in my room. It should be safe here
>mfw it's Blackwell's room

>>2002666
>I'm going to keep these hidden on my person. I pity the fool who thinks they can get close enough to find them

>>2002666
>I'm going to keep these hidden on my person. I pity the fool who thinks they can get close enough to find them

>>2002666
oh, also, QM, this thread is also 5, just letting ya know.

Don't forget the links to the archives for posterity Truck

>>2002666
>Write In
Return them.

Nothing will go wrong....

>>2002666
Delinquent Isekai Quest 5.1: Top of the Ninth
Truck-Kun dun goofs again edition.

First Thread: >http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1883765/

Previous Thread
>http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1966034/

William "Billy the Bat” Iwo
STATS: ??? (Hurry up already!)
Class: None
Gelt: 2756

>Background: Banchou
>Ability: Strongest
>Bonus to Intimidate Checks
>Bonus to Strength Checks

>Weapon: New York No Shinbatsu
>(Studded Club with Chain)
>Magical Enhancement:
>Durability +
>HP<, ATK+

>Delinquent Traits Scores
>Clever: 37 (+8)
>Manly: 37 (+2)
>Code - Honesty: 31 (+3)
>Fight'n Spirit: 22 (-2)

Delinquent Traits 1.0.1
Theses are the character traits that make you who you are, and with them comes both benefits and drawbacks that are befitting of your brash, trouble-making personality.

>1) Your traits are kept track of through points, a Trait Score, which will rise and fall as you chose your options. Such traits unlock special dialog prompts that are unique to you. Often times it is a high-risk, high reward option that requires a roll for success and other times a bonus just for maintaining it. The modified prompts is not necessarily beneficial or harmful, simply the embodiment of a trait.
>2) Successful rolls will give great benefits in the story, while failures might complicate things. Regardless of success or failure, choosing the modified prompt will cause a gain in points dependent on the situation (+3 or greater), while choosing not to use the prompt given will result in a loss of points (-2).
>3) You may use your points to modify your “Write in” responses with your traits, which will give bonuses to the results if the response is appropriate to those traits, at the cost of (-2) points.
>4) You may modify a response with more than one trait if appropriate for increased chances, and I encourage “Write in” responses, awarding particularly good responses by potentially refunding points spent. You lose this ability for a particular trait if you have a Trait Score of 2 or less.
>5) Higher Trait Scores increase the likelyhood of modified prompts appearing. Lower scores do the opposite. The relative difference in numbers has some affect towards which type of modified prompt is given.
>6) You may burn any of these points on given prompts as well to gain an additional bonus, provided the prompt does not already have the modifier on it already. Spend your points carefully, and try to find a balance, for once a trait score hits 0, your ability to take advantage of that trait is gone forever, having “gone soft.” I will make sure you are aware of the Trait Score values at all times as well as clarify any questions and feedback if necessary.

________________________________________________________________


As a clarification, due to the relatively shorter length I plan to make this thread, this is effectively "Thread 5.1".

I forgot the ".1". Somebody help me pls.

>>2002666
>I'm going to keep these hidden on my person. I pity the fool who thinks they can get close enough to find them

>>2002666
>>2002695
>>2002706
>>2002721
>>2002730
>>2002731
>>2002736
>>2002743
>>2002747
>>2002788
>I'm going to keep these hidden on my person. I pity the fool who thinks they can get close enough to find them

Shit man, you're probably the scariest dude in Prontia, of course you'll be fine if you keep them on your person. I'll just wait until Charlotte wakes up. She knows what my sleeping is like and understand the situation. She'll also know how to get rid of these without you having to incriminate yourself. I dunno, maybe they'll fit her?

Attempting to reason away the hiding of the stolen panties you then realize you have no regular pant pockets you can reach as you search for a place to put the dangerous white cloth. You're still wearing this goddamn diving suit!

Looking around, you easily find your clean, neatly folded High School uniform outfit. Thankfully Charlotte has a good number of talents and skills that involve the refurbishing of items, or else your clothes would have become a complete wreck by now after so many fights. They are almost as good as new. The baseball shirt with the slightly shorter-than-normal sleeves that show off your impressive forearms have been re-knit, the only noticeable difference.

Taking the diving suit off is easier than putting it on, thankfully. You won't have to limit your movement now. Evasion over protection was always your personal preference anyways, and now you can save this suit for later. Maybe it will be worth a quick buck?

Looking into the mirror, I'm fully changed now. Thank goodness. I was worried I wouldn't get the chance to change out of that shitty disguise and cumbersome gear. Making sure to secure the panties in my left pocket, I slap my hands across my face to get hyped up. It's about time to get moving.

Running down to the Guild Hall main lobby, I can see word of the attack has gotten out. It's completely deserted in here! Everybody must have gone to fight on the front lines, or fled. There are many quest papers at the desk, but no receptionist. I hope Henrietta will be okay...

Heading outside, it is unbearably quiet. Anxiety sets in as I wonder when the shells will begin to fall on the city. It's still dark outside, Will I be able to make it back to the southwest quadrant? I have to approach from there or else I won't be able to slip through Brotherhood lines unnoticed. Time to really leg it!

Roll to sprint. Best of five.

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>2002874

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>2002874

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>2002874

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>2002874

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>2002874

>>2002874
Rolled 80 - I came here just in the nick of time, I think.

Taking a deep breath, you proceed to go all out in a sprint with all the power in your body. The injury you had sustained from the shrapnel still hasn't fully healed yet, so there is some discomfort as you tear up the city streets. Your footsteps are loud, and echo as you slam yourself forward in the empty Prontia. Maybe the people have been evacuated?

It's just a few blocks away from the former Clan 13 territory where Captain Blackwell has decided to attack from alongside you now. The proximity to that location is fairly close to where you need to be when you hear an odd, faint cranking in the distance. You can't see anything from your position, but whatever the source of the sound is, you can't see anything. It's a little out of the way of where the rendezvous point is.

>You need to keep going, Or else you'll have to fight that bastard Blackwell too
>Going to follow that sound. It can't be good
>Maybe scaling the building will give a better view?
>Write In

>>2002990
>Maybe scaling the building will give a better view?
Spider Banchou, Spider Banchou, does whatever a Spider Banchou wants~

>>2002990
>Maybe scaling the building will give a better view?

>>2002990
>>Maybe scaling the building will give a better view?

>>2002990
>>Maybe scaling the building will give a better view?

>>2002990
>>2003004
>>2003008
>>2003024
>>2003075
>Maybe scaling the building will give a better view?

Looking around, there is a nice, tall, flat apartment-like building. Using the steps, it is very easy to scale due to it's blocky-ness and you are able to get to the top, which is about five stories high. The cranking sound has stopped long before you make it to the flat and empty rooftop. From this distance, a vast majority of Prontia is beneath you. With your hand above your eyes, you search to find where that cranking sound has come from.

Oh shit!

From here you can't quite see it well due to the darkness, but the gleam of firelight reveals the gleam of a very long bore. It's one of the cannons you had seen earlier! That's really peculiar though, why would they take it all the way out here? Aren't you supposed to keep the big guns far away from the fight and in back lines? It doesn't matter now, this gun is pointed towards the south Prontia. That's where everybody you had set to meet is.

You can't hear yourself thing as there is a terrible rumbling blast that fills the air. It's so loud! From this distance it makes you want to cover your ears.

The cannon has fired! I can't tell exactly where this thing is being fired. Fuck, this isn't good.

>Run down there and smash it to bits
>I can't tell what part of the South they're shooting at, I have to just get a little closer really quick. I don't want to lose someone again because I was stupid.
>Go to your allies and tell them where this artillery piece is
>Write In

>>2003126
>>Go to your allies and tell them where this artillery piece is
Running alone is a good way to get killed

Why not bury the panties, it's the safest option.

>>2003126
>Go to your allies and tell them where this artillery piece is
I'd rather keep Blackwell alive. It looks good for us if he stays standing, since he and V-kun are like the only competent warriors in Order.

>>2003126
>>Go to your allies and tell them where this artillery piece is

>>2003126
>>2003178
>>2003192
>>2003260
>Go to your allies and tell them where this artillery piece is

Dashing down from the rooftops is difficult. I almost fall down as I drop to a shorter building. Hitting the ground, I've cut out some of the distance from point A to point B. After only a half a minute or so of running, I've managed to get very close to where I'm supposed to be. I can tell by the way the scenery changes to that of a ghetto. As I leave the ominous sound of cranking fills the air again. Why change the trajectory?

As I run there is the sound of something falling through the air at high speeds, like a high pitch screaming. Don't tell me...

It's impossible to tell the trajectory of the shell. Wherever it's going to hit, you can safely say it's nearby.

Roll for proximity. Taking the first roll.

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>2003310
How about we just burn th epanties or just throw them in a cannon before smashing said cannon to bits?

>>2003326
Brilliant.

>>2003310
>>2003326
>>2003340
>Rolled 94 - Nowhere near here.

The sound of ammo whizzing through the air at high speeds continue to do so. It doesn't seem to be anywhere near your location. Thank the lord. Where in the hell were they aiming?

Huffing and puffing from the exertion, you end up making it to the ruined area where you had just been the previous day, meeting Kauss and saving Prontia from the plague. You are just above the sewers where the lizardmen currently reside after being all but run out of town by the Brotherhood. The knights of the Order of the Silver Crown are hidden if they are out here like Blackwell said they would. You try to look around to find your allies among the broken down buildings. They must have heard the first volley already and went into cover.

Another shot penetrates through the air as you flinch a little from the sound. And they say you're loud!

Just as you get your wits back about you, someone grabs your non-Shinbatsu hand and pulls you down to the ground behind a piece of wall. You are about to smash the shit out of the fucker who thought the surprise you, but then you realize the person your about to smash doesn't deserve it as much.

It's Captain Blackwell who pulled you into cover. After thinking about it, you reconsider smashing the shit out of him. He lets go of your arm quickly before getting a annoyed, whispering with some anger in his voice as he reprimands you.

"You are late. Where have you been?! I thought they'd killed you already with that first shot. I'll have your head for this if you don't start talking..."

Wow, he's actually pretty upset you almost didn't show up. This is totally different from the collected, authoritative Blackwell you're used to. You would think he'd "be okay with" you getting a big fucking hole blasted into you. Did he actually begin to worry about you? It's getting uncomfortable to you and now it's time to get away from here, or else. That cannon could have been shot into your location, for all you know.

>[Manly] Grab Blackwell by the arm to drag him and rally everyone to the first cannon
>Explain the situation quickly and calmly to Blackwell and make a strategy
>Tell him where the first artillery piece is and get him to go take it with you right now
>Write In

>>2003544
>>[Manly] Grab Blackwell by the arm to drag him and rally everyone to the first cannon
Check that shit there

>>2003544
>[Manly] Grab Blackwell by the arm to drag him and rally everyone to the first cannon

>>2003544
>>[Manly] Grab Blackwell by the arm to drag him and rally everyone to the first cannon

>>2003544
>>2003556
>>2003568
Manly +3
[Manly]Grab Blackwell by the arm to drag him and rally everyone to the first cannon

You know these guys hate you for fucking up their beloved captain a week ago, but now is not the time to hold grudges. The city is under siege! They'll listen if I'm convincing enough.

Roll to inspire like a boss. Best of five.

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>2003643
Follow me to victory, Blackwell!

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>2003643
Nat 1

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>2003643

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>2003643

Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>2003643

>>2003643
Can we spend manly points to boost the roll?

File: CHARGE.jpg (696 KB, 1024x724)

696 KB JPG

>>2003643
>>2003648
>>2003649
>>2003652
>>2003659
>>2003742
>DC 60: Rolled 64 - Everybody's on board. Let's fucking go.

It's not easy to make the perfect speech under this much pressure, but you manage to move even the guys who don't like you. And these guys really don't like you.

"These Brotherhood assholes have been fucking shot up for far to long. They're goal is to blow your precious Prontia to the ground. Are you going to sit behind cover and let them? or are you going to get your weapons, come out of cover, grow some fucking balls and come at them head on and show those artillery-shooting pussies how a man charges into battle. Who's with me!?"

At first there are a few murmurs amongst the hidden, but a voice you know very well chimes in.

"I AM WITH YOU!!! PRONTUS WILLS IT!!!"

Oh shit, it's fucking Virgin-Kun.

Before you say hello, these horseless knights all find their balls and come out from their hiding places, shouting "God wills it!" as they begin to move.

You waste no time shouting yourself, raising Shinbatsu, and then proceed to dragging the surprisingly quiet captain towards the first cannon as quickly as possible, his men and Virgin-Kun charging behind you with their swords in the air.

As you leave the sanitation complex the lizardmen live safely beneath, there is a huge blast behind you. Your hair is whipped from the massive shell hitting the ground as it explodes, just out of reach of you and Blackwell's retinue. Good think we moved in time...

Blackwell's men are a little shook from the heavy impact. Before you get to say anything, their Captain speaks up, finally overcoming his speechlessness.

"Y-you heard the man. Ch-charge goddamn it!"

Something seems to have gotten Blackwell's tongue it seems, but that doesn't matter now. Everyone is back to running after you and shouting "God wills it!" again. Good. Everyone's on board. Let's fucking go.

>Cont.

_____________________________________________________________


>>2003751
I will begin to allow it in the future, but instead of adding points, I will subtract however many you would have received.

File: deus vult.gif (383 KB, 462x498)

383 KB GIF

>>2003875
>horseless knights all find their balls and come out from their hiding places, shouting "God wills it!"

Deus Vult motherfucker

>>2003875
You're almost there. You can see the top of the cannon blasting away as you run towards your enemy. It's started to fire at an increasing rate since you first started running out here.

Turning the corner, you come to find an ass-load of Brotherhood goons guarding the cannon and feeding it ammunition. They outnumber you about three to one. You only have a little more than ten men with you, including you, Blackwell and Virgin-Kun. The rest must be at the blockade, waiting for the rest of the Brotherhood to attack from the front lines. There are some civilian-looking folks that have been press-ganged into assisting them, with heavy shackles on their arms and legs as they help man the mortar.

Seeing you coming, the ones who haven't already drawn their weapons do so. About a third of the Brotherhood warriors have a flaming sword, which are mainly curved from what you see. They begin to shout and counter charge. Blackwell throws your hand off of him, raising his own straight arming sword into the air and shouting.

"A-ATTACK!"

You have to clear them out! It's time to fight hard. There are two men who are charging at you right now, one of them has that flaming blade...

Roll to fight. Best of five.

Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>2003997
Nat 1 again

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>2003997

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>2003997

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>2003997

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>2003997

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>2003997
Rip

>>2003997
>>2004013
>>2004041
>>2004043
>>2004059
>>2004078
>>2004167
>DC 65: Rolled 62 - Damn, I better pay the fuck attention!

Leaping into battle, you are quick to clash weapons with the guy with the flaming sword. The burning weapon's heat washes over you. It makes you feel tired just being in it's presence. You have plenty of time to break off and duck the other guy, hitting him squarely in the back with Shinbatsu after he misses. Looking around as you square off everybody else seems to be off to a good start.

Virgin-Kun also squares off against his foes. He wields an arming sword in one hand and a shield in the other, and seems to be holding his own, cutting down a single Brotherhood swordsman in two strokes before blocking another with his shield.

Blackwell is fighting quite well. He is obviously very well practiced in swordsmanship, his arming sword whips around in a very disciplined, text-book way as he takes out three men with ease, cutting them down with well placed strikes. The last foe he downs by veering to their side after a missed upswing, grabbing their arm above him and moving through his opponent slicing right beneath the armpit, sword glowing blue as the small strike turns into a much larger one, severing the limb in only a small strike. Watching him attack, he's a completely different fighter in comparison to you as far as style goes...

Everyone else is fighting hard, most of them scoring a kill already and doing a pretty good job as blades clash against blades and the silver armor of the Ordo knights.

Whipping your head around, you realize you were paying attention to everyone else and not your own attacker. Dodging backwards on instinct, one of the flame-less blade carrying fighters runs up to you and manages to get a fairly painful cut into your side. It isn't deep, but he did cut you enough to make you bleed on your freshly repaired baseball shirt. It can be felt just under you ribs on your right side. Shit! my underling just fixed that.

Now there are two guys standing in front of you again. One with the flaming sword, and the other with your blood fresh on his blade. You can feel your grip becoming uncomfortable, signaling to you Shinbatsu has grown just a bit stronger. And heavier.

The Red cloaked man with the fiery sword runs at you to finish you off. His asshole friend does the same. As fucking if!

Roll to counter attack. Best of Five.

File: get bent.gif (828 KB, 500x281)

828 KB GIF

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>2004266
Time for fightin

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>2004266
time to parry

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>2004266
>>2004270
>>2004274
Get parried scrub

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>2004266

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>2004266
Nat 1 time

>>2004266
>>2004270
>>2004274
>>2004294
>>2004305
>>2004349
>DC 70 - Rolled 99 - Piece of shit! YOU RUINED MY SHIRT!

All of a sudden, anger takes hold of you as it hits you: your going to have to go to court later today with a fucked up shirt.

You start to see red again, and not because the guy with the fire-sword is running at you with his weapon above his head. Taking two steps forward, you make a huge, fast lunge across your body, right into his dome.

*CRACK!!!*

You smash his jaw and orbital beneath his eye. It is a familiar feel after bashing the shit out of so many people with an aluminum bat. You know it well. And it feels good.

The guy you creamed is sent tumbling over as you knock the fuck out of him in a single blow. The next guy comes up with the same idea. This is the asshole who fucked your shirt up.

"ORRYAAA!!!"

Rolling your Rs, you smack his weapon to his side and follow up with a blow to the gut with the end of your bat, bringing him to his knees. You bash his head and back in a couple of times for good measure, feeling Shinbatsu smash his bones underneath his skin with unnatural ease.

Turning around, you wallop another guy who thought he could take you from behind, sending him into another one of his allies before the momentum slams them towards Virgin-Kun, who catches the both of them with a shield strike and runs them both through with his blade after stopping them.

Three more well placed baseball bat swings later, and you've taken out another burning sword guy, and one more regular blade wielding red-cloaked crusader. That's much better.

The combined lot of you have taken about over half of them, without casualties through staying in formation. You make up in fighting strength for what you lack in numbers, though the foe is not armed poorly. You notice Shinbatsu has some marks on it from blocking those flaming swords. It might be best to be careful blocking that shit. They are sharp as all fuck.

The slaves they seem to have captured have been herded away so that they are not involved and slow down the combat. There are some big dudes with multi-tailed whips among them standing between them. I wonder if I should smash them now or smash them later. They are a little out of the way and it might be a bad idea to go in there right now. You will say you thought you saw someone you knew...it's hard to tell now that you're fighting.

>[Fightin'Spirit] I've still got guys in front of me that need to be smashed, I'll get there soon enough
>[Manly]I'm going in towards the slaves now, This will be easy
>I'm going to stay closer to Virgin-Kun and Blackwell, we'll fight more efficiently together
>Write In

>>2004501
>[Fightin'Spirit] I've still got guys in front of me that need to be smashed, I'll get there soon enough

>>2004501
>>[Fightin'Spirit] I've still got guys in front of me that need to be smashed, I'll get there soon enough
Gotta keep those traits up!

>>2004501
>>[Fightin'Spirit] I've still got guys in front of me that need to be smashed, I'll get there soon enough
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WDmUd8qyJOI
Lets smack sum bitches

>>2004501
>[Fightin'Spirit] I've still got guys in front of me that need to be smashed, I'll get there soon enough

>>2004501
>>[Fightin'Spirit] I've still got guys in front of me that need to be smashed, I'll get there soon enough

>>2004501
>>2004535
>>2004507
>>2004512
>>2004525
>>2004571
>Manly - 2
>Fighting Spirit +3
>[Fightin'Spirit] I've still got guys in front of me that need to be smashed, I'll get there soon enough

I'm going to get over there eventually, I just have to keep cracking skulls. I keep pressing on, not particularly close to my allies or my enemies, right on the front lines. Gotta stay in he fight!

Roll to fight! Best of three.

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>2004585

Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>2004585
nat 1?

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>2004585

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>2004585

>>2004585
>>2004586
>>2004587
>>2004589
>>2004602
>DC 60: Rolled 77 - Beat the hell out of them.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n6GrHnOLb-Y

These mooks ain't shit. With the knights behind me, I can focus on the red-clad warriors ahead. Swinging with big, meaty arcs, I'm able to utterly blast these anarchist bastards away at a rate of about two sings per man. They fight fiercely with their fancy swords, but my hits are just too much for them. Every time I swing, I can feel bones breaking. Bobbing and weaving, then coming up for a hit towards the upper body serves me well enough. Before I know it, I've made it to the slaves and those guys with the whip.

Not long after smacking the crap out of some more dudes, I'm standing against the big guys with the whips. Virgin-Kun has managed to catch up with me, parrying and taking down one more guy. There are only a few left as Blackwell and his men clean up the rest. Time to finish this and save these people.

The two slave masters that are here are very aware of that, and crack their whips in the air, which sets them ablaze. Wait a minute, are those actually whips? The weapons they wield are flat and metal, it's almost like a long and floppy sword with three ends each. What the fuck is that?

Virgin-Kun runs next to you and levels his shield, barking out an idea while not taking his eyes off his opponents.

"I'll go in first and give you an opening, okay?"

Wow, Virgin-Kun has been pretty on the ball today so far. It's almost commendable.

Should I take him up on his offer?

>[Intimidate] Good idea, but I'll do the distracting. I'll look like the bigger threat. You go and finish them
>Yeah, go for it pal
>No bro, cover my ass. I got these guys
>Write In

>>2004658
>[Intimidate] Good idea, but I'll do the distracting. I'll look like the bigger threat. You go and finish them

>>2004658
>>[Intimidate] Good idea, but I'll do the distracting. I'll look like the bigger threat. You go and finish them
Im bigger and meaner than you

>>2004658
>>[Intimidate] Good idea, but I'll do the distracting. I'll look like the bigger threat. You go and finish them

>>2004658
>>2004664
>>2004668
>>2004699
>[Intimidate] Good idea, but I'll do the distracting. I'll look like the bigger threat. You go and finish them

It's a good plan, but it's time to put your war face on and let someone else have some of the glory. Let's see if you can work the old banchou magic again.

Roll to intimidate. Best of five.

Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>2004701

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>2004701

Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>2004701

Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>2004701

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>2004701

File: Intensity.jpg (100 KB, 1280x720)

100 KB JPG

>>2004701
>>2004704
>>2004721
>>2004723
>>2004726
>>2004748
>DC 65: Rolled 67 - It was par for the course, I guess
>DC 50: Rolled 67 - I am not a fan of sneak attacks, but I shall do what I must

It's time to up the scariness. Not turning to address your shield wearing friend. You amend his strategy before telling him to go.

"Good idea, but I'll be the distraction. I'm bigger and meaner than you. They won't see you coming."

Cricking your neck seems to be the signal for Virgin-Kun, who heads back into the fray for but a moment to set up your little plan.

Seeing him run off, you try to put on your scariest face. It's not very easy to focus on the din of battle while giving somebody the stink eye. You have to bat away some of the blokes assaulting you using your battle senses and peripheral vision. The big guys aren't impressed that much. One of them tries to whip you, which you easily dodge. Someone else tries to take advantage of your off-balanced movement.

"Tch."

Ducking under another swing from a flaming blade after sticking the landing, you stand up after doing a quick Yanki-style squat to dodge the horizontal swing this idiot telegraphed a mile away on your right and proceed to choke his dumb ass with your free hand. You never take your eyes off of the whip-wielding guys, who were about to attack again a moment ago. They seem to be intrigued by your ability to choke the life out of this guy and make a statement. His scrabbling at your arm and choked gargling combined with your death stare seems to get to one of them. Taking a step back was all he needed to do, as Virgin-Kun was waiting for the opportunity to strike.

One shield bash later, and the opponent is on the ground. Virgin-Kun then makes short work of them. You drop the unconscious moron and start to go in to help

His buddy turns to your virgin friend and attempts to lash his blade-whip at his foe, before getting run through the chest from behind by none other than Captain Blackwell, who then kicks the big guy off of his blade. All of the slaves back up as the body hits the ground hard. Looking back, the last few guys are getting picked off now by Blackwell's full-strength forces. Not bad, but this is only the beginning.

"Are you alright, Mr. Iwo?"

It's Captain Blackwell, who's armor is covered in quite a bit of blood now. Blackwell has shown some concern for your health...or maybe he's mocking you for getting messed up by some small fries. Holding the wound on your side to hide it from the obnoxious knight captain, you notice it's pretty bloody now, but you've been able to ignore it thanks to the thrill of combat.

"Yeah, whatever. Mind your own business."

Blackwell says nothing in response. Good. Maybe he's learning to fuck off. Finally.

"That was a good one, sir."

Virgin-Kun kisses some serious ass, but also acknowledges your distraction by giving you a big nod. He was talking to you as well, you guess.

Time to free these poor citizens.

>Cont.

>>2004827
Scanning the crowd reveals the poor condition the slaves are in, having been forced to help load the cannon by constantly feeding it shots to fire. There's already one missing their hand, likely from not being fast enough to work the mortar. You notice Blackwell has already begun to break their chains. He slashes through them easily by charging up his blade with that glowing blue shit again. That's a pretty useful trick. It makes you wonder what it actually does.

Your quiet contemplation on Blackwell's magical powers causes you to jump when you hear a very, very familiar voice. More than you'd like to admit.

"Hello my sweet Billy! I was hoping you'd be the one who came to my rescue!"

"Sh-Shara!?"

It is Shara. She's sitting down on something like a big anvil that's raised off of the ground enough so that she can kick her manacled feet. She's as cool as a cucumber, like always. She seems to be very happy to see you.

As much as you're glad to see her okay, you worry that your little affair with her might cause you some embarrassment. You'd be fine with telling everyone you smashed some girl, any girl but her. She seems like the type to blab about your sex life in gory detail.

Looking around, the freed prisoners are being taken care of by the Ordo knights, who are probably asking them about their leader, and his whereabouts. Virgin-Kun is looking at the map the infected lizardmen drew up to navigate the underground sewer tunnels, and Blackwell is...

"What's the matter, aren't ya happy to see me?"

Shara has gotten up and pressed herself against you playfully. Oh boy.

"What are you doing here, Shara?"

"Weelllll. I had a disagreement with the Brotherhood's leader and they forced me to help. Vosough was being a huge jerk this morning."

What is her relationship with them anyways? She's such an oddball. Maybe you should ask her about what the hell they're doing?

"Mr. Iwo, you know this...ungainly woman? What is your relationship with her? Does she know anything about the Brotherhood?"

"Holy shit. Calm down. You sound like my nagging mother. Fuck!"

Shara chuckles with her odd little "Kihihihi~" sound, and your little reunion is interrupted by several loud blasts that travel through the city. The sun can be seen creeping over the horizon in the distance as the mortars are being shot. You can practically hear the shouting and clashing of war, and the panicked screams of civilians across town.


________________________________________________
That's it for tonight. Thanks for participating everyone. Like I said, this thread will be shorter than the others by a fair amount. It should get done in a couple more days or so. I'll be back to continue at 12:00PM tomorrow. Hope to see you all there.

I was so off today, not happy about it at all. Thanks for bearing with me. Because you were patient with me, I'll finally be able to deliver stuff tomorrow. Thanks everyone. Looking forward to the conclusion of this chapter.

>>2004882
Thanks for the run Trunk-kun. See you soon. Also god dam Shara the fuck you are doing gurl.

>>2004882
Night T-kun

>>2004882
After the volleying stops, the delay gives everyone time to react after the thunder made by big guns.

"Mother of god...We need keep moving down their lines. Immediately."

"But sir, what will we do with the captives?"

Blackwell is pensive right now, somewhat unsure of what to do in this situation.

Meanwhile, Shara is still up against you acting innocently flirtatious. She lets up a bit, putting her elbows into the air and her hands behind her head and taking a step back. She looks a little bored now. Surprisingly, she hasn't made another outfit change, deciding to stay in that raggedy-looking costume.

"So that's the leader of the Silver Crown knights? What a bore. At least your here now, lover."

This isn't good, you've got Shara here and a bunch of civilians sitting around. You need to figure out what to do with all of these people. they probably wouldn't be a help in the battles to come, being at risk for getting injured or killed in the fighting. You could potentially have them escape through the sewers, or maybe have them hoof it towards the south-west. Even having someone escort them wouldn't be good since you'll lose your fighting strength as a unit. This is quite the conundrum. So much so that Blackwell is asking for input from YOU of all people.

"Mr. Iwo, do you have any ideas how to expedite the captives safely?"

This will a tough decision.

"What's the matter, Billy?"

>Let them head to the southwest on their own, they know where it is, they're all west-siders
>We have to send someone to escort them to safety through the sewer complex
>Just take them with us for now, there might be more prisoners to help later
>Write In

__________________________________________________________________________________________________


Truck-kun here. Welcome back everyone.

>>2005337
>We have to send someone to escort them to safety through the sewer complex
>write in: "Shara dear would you like to come with me and have revange on your captor? Yes? Good girl."

>>2005337
welcome back!

>We have to send someone to escort them to safety through the sewer complex
Its too dangerous to keep them here and it would slow down our efforts if we try to bring them with us. Even if we sent them on their own, there's the chance that they might wander into Brotherhood booby traps.

>>2005337
>We have to send someone to escort them to safety through the sewer complex

>>2005337
>We have to send someone to escort them to safety through the sewer complex

>>2005337
>>2005356
>>2005359
>>2005417
>>2005431
>We have to send someone to escort them to safety through the sewer complex

It's time to take advantage of our resources.

"We have to send someone to escort them to safety through the sewer complex"

Blackwell nods his helmet and answers with his tin-can voice.

"I was thinking of the same thing. My only concern is the idea of diminishing my forces. I should have anticipated the Brotherhood would be big enough scum to take prisoners. Who shall we send?"

You hate to admit it, but Blackwell has a good point. You could have someone escort the prisoners back, but no matter what, you'll be missing out on an extra hand.

Who am I going to suggest to bring these civilians to safety through the sewers?

>Blackwell. The most likely one to get the job done
>Virgin-Kun. I trust him enough
>One of Blackwell's men
>Shara. She seems reliable enough to stay calm under pressure
>Write In

>>2005441
>Shara. She seems reliable enough to stay calm under pressure

>>2005441
>>Shara. She seems reliable enough to stay calm under pressure
Plus, I doubt those knives I saw you with a short while ago were just for show.

>>2005441
>Shara. She seems reliable enough to stay calm under pressure
I'm still a little hesitant. There is something a little suspicious about her casual demeanor in this situation, but nothing that would harm these people.

New theory: Shara s the same kind of entity as Doc Corvus

>>2005441
>Shara. She seems reliable enough to stay calm under pressure

>>2005441
>>2005459
>>2005467
>>2005471
>>2005495
>Shara. She seems reliable enough to stay calm under pressure

Looking around, you consider your options.

Blackwell would certainly get the job done, but that blue glowy shit has been pretty clutch. It would be a waste to have him not here to command his own men.

Sending Virgin-Kun would be a good choice, but he's decent in a fight too. It would be a bad idea for the same reason as Blackwell.

Sending one of Blackwell's cronies is not a terrible idea, but there are only about eleven here. You need all the help you can get.

There's only one person you trust in a situation like this.

"Shara, would you be able to bring these people to safety? You could go through the sewers to safety in Clan Thirteen territory."

Shara looks into the air, at no one in particular, to think it over, putting a finger over her dark lips. much like a child.

"Mmmmm...Okay! I'll do it. But only because you asked, okay?"

Some of the citizens have doubts about that as soon as you mention Clan Thirteen.

"C-clan Thirteen? They'll kill us!"

"I assure you, miss, Clan Thirteen has been formally disbanded as of yesterday."

The rest of the knights try to smooth things over while Blackwell comes over to create a little triage between you, Shara and himself.

"You never answered my question earlier, Mr. Iwo. Who is this woman to you?"

Aww shit, you were hoping to avoid this question. This is the last person you want to know about that.

Shara seems ready to say something to answer for you. What do I do?

>[Honesty]This is Shara...she's my...
>I'll trust Shara to answer for me
>Fuck off Blackwell
>Write In

>>2005564
>I'll trust Shara to answer for me

>>2005564
>I'll trust Shara to answer for me

>>2005564
>[Honesty]This is Shara...she's my...
>Get embarrassed and let Shara finish the sentence.

>>2005564
>I'll trust Shara to answer for me

>>2005564
>[Honesty]This is Shara...she's my...
>Get embarrassed and let Shara finish the sentence.

>>2005564
>Write in
>I have no fucking clue, you got a better idea?

>>2005564
>>2005578
>>2005579
>>2005588
>>2005590
>Honesty -2
>I'll trust Shara to answer for me

You look at Shara with a pleading face, and she seems to understand the situation with a wry smile. Maybe you're just incredibly thankful, but her down-to-earth nature and her sweetness are very desirable in a girlfriend, at least that's what you tell yourself this second.

"Oh, me and Billy here are just friends.

She punches you in the shoulder casually and then looks into your eyes. Her own peepers have a depth you've only seen a couple of times, and only for a moment. Like a pair of cascading whirlpools.

"Very close friends. He saved me from being killed earlier this week when that serial murderer-kidnapper-guy was on the loose. He's a hero."

She played it off like nothing. You might have to be careful of her. She's a pretty good actor.

Blackwell, who seemed to be pretty fucking annoyed that you have a girl all over you in this time of crisis, loosens his grip, which he had been clenching hard in a stressed-out manner.

The cannons fire again, shaking the earth as they do. The lot of you realize you need to get the hell out now.

"EVERYONE. MOVE. NOW!"

Blackwell is out of patience, just like in the hospital, he hollers with authority.

Shara, after being freed from her shackles and rubbing her arms, runs back to you and gives you a big hug before going off to help with the other freed men and women. She takes a slightly self-satisfactory tone with you as she whispers in you ear. You can practically feel her tongue touch your skin she's so close. Her voice is a little pouty in a joking way.

"You owe me for this, Mister. Promise you'll pay me back? Hmmmm? You left me hanging the last time."

You don't know whether or not you have much of a choice in the matter. You shouldn't leave a girl in want like this...

>[Manly] Yes, of course. I owe you that much
>I'll think about it, now is not exactly the time
>No, I'll pass
>Write In

>>2005691
>>I'll think about it
Never make a promise with a girl

>>2005691
>[Manly] Yes, of course. I owe you that much

>>2005691
>[Manly] Yes, of course. I owe you that much

>>2005691
>[Manly] Yes, of course. I owe you that much
Gotta take responsibility

>>2005691
>[Manly] Yes, of course. I owe you that much

>>2005691
>>I'll think about it, now is not exactly the time

>>2005691
>[Manly] Yes, of course. I owe you that much

>>2005691
>>2005697
>>2005700
>>2005728
>>2005734
>>2005736
>>2005740
>>2005789
>Manly +3
>[Manly] Yes, of course. I owe you that much

Hell no, now is not the time to act like fucking Virgin-Kun, especially when he's in eyeshot! This girl has done quite a lot for you, even though your little affair could be easily described as a one-time thing. It's like she's trying to get closer to you, you think. It would be pretty rude to decline her offer, although she is most likely asking for a rather...intense reward. Whispering into her ear, you confirm that you'll meet her demands, even if they'll be very much the thing that only a man can provide a woman. Gotta take responsibility, after all.

"Yes, of course. I owe you that much"

"Then you owe me a little date. Nothing fancy. Just like the last time. You know. Action-y."

"Alright. I promise."

She isn't vulgar, but you wonder how it's so easy for her to just ask for it like that. Whatever, that's just the way she is I guess.

Breaking your hug and looking at you again, she gives you a toothy grin. A knowing, wicked smile. She seems to already be fantasizing or something.

Hearing Blackwell shout again causes Shara to run off, to go do as you'd asked her to do. She meets up with Virgin-Kun, who has the map of the sewers. He's probably telling her the plan to evacuate the civilians. If there are more, hopefully, she will be able to handle it.

"It's time to leave, let's go!"

You are about to turn and leave when Virgin-Kun stops you for a moment.

"Just a moment. Billy, how do you think we should approach the emplacements?"

The plan so far is to approach the emplacements after going underground to find them and popping back up again to prevent It won't be hard to find the artillery in the city streets, but perhaps it would be better to approach from a certain angle of attack?

>Let's just keep on trucking from south to north, it will be the fastest
>We'll keep out approach random and keep them guessing
>We'll head all the way north and then come South

Next, you'll have to decide what to do with this battery that you've liberated here right now. Maybe it could be utilized? Or perhaps it's better off destroyed. Nobody seems to be adept with machinery of this sophistication in this magical realm. What to do...better think quickly.

>[Fighting Spirit] Destroy it, smash it to bits, there's no time for this
>[Clever] Take a few pieces out so it doesn't work anymore
>Try and turn it on the enemy
>Write In

>>2005691
>>[Manly] Yes, of course. I owe you that much

>>2005817
>[Clever] Take a few pieces out so it doesn't work anymore

>>2005817
>>We'll keep out approach random and keep them guessing
>>[Fighting Spirit] Destroy it, smash it to bits, there's no time for this

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>2005817
>>2005838
>>2005847
>[Clever] Take a few pieces out so it doesn't work anymore
>[Fighting Spirit] Destroy it, smash it to bits, there's no time for this

Rollin and Writing.

>We'll keep our approach random and keep them guessing

>>2005943
>Fightin Spirit -2
>Clever +3
>We'll keep our approach random and keep them guessing
>[Clever] Take a few pieces out so it doesn't work anymore

There is another barrage of cannon fire. It's time to move. The city is getting destroyed.

"We'll strike randomly. Better to keep them guessing."

"Got it!"

I had the best idea just now. This contraption has a chamber that can be removed. Why not just take that out or break it? It might save some time.

As much as you'd like to smash the thing to bits, this might be even faster to disassemble it. You take a minute to explain the idea to Blackwell, whose ready to leave. At first, the captain is in a big rush and is ready to get upset at you, but realizes there need s to be something done about the cannon and hears you out.

The two of you walk up to the big, black, wrought iron mortar. It's muzzle eclipses most of the buildings with ease. Blackwell seems to have an idea to take the chamber out. His sword turns blue again, and he ends up using it much like a can-opener. It only seems to make his sword harder, instead of actually cutty-er. Tearing the thing open, the two of you pull the huge ass chamber out and smash it to disfigurement. Shara watches you smash it to pieces as she leads the citizens to safety, enjoying the show. The knights cheer after taking down the first mortar. That's that. Time to move. There are less than ten left.

As you leave, there is a dull, heavy smash from above. Looking back, pieces of building that was nearby are now falling where you once were a safe distance away. Good thing you destroyed only the chamber, you might have had to dodge that shit.

___________________________________________________


After a short while of trudging through the sewers, you end up coming to the designated area you followed using the sound of the mortar to trace its location. It's close.

"Look alive. It's time to take the artillery again. God will it!"

You are ready for another battle. Better not slack off. These knight's lives are on the line.

Roll to battle. Best of five.

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>2006011

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>2006011

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>2006011

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>2006011

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>2006011

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>2006011
K

>>2006011
>>2006014
>>2006019
>>2006023
>>2006024
>>2006025
>>2006038
DC 70 - Rolled 79: That went even better than the last time!

The next mortar was placed in a rundown neighborhood. It's time to crush everyone and break it.

The battle is decisive. Your charge was absolutely unanticipated and brutal. Of course, they wouldn't be prepared for an attack like this while safe in their own territory while the battle is going on much farther away. The Brotherhood maintaining the oversized weapon are overrun.

They are completely overwhelmed by you this time. You utterly cream the resistance, and you end up pulping everyone in about two swings again this time. Probably even less. The other cut through with equal tenacity. Virgin-Kun slays the slavedrivers himself with ease, and Blackwell continues to make a goddamn mess all over his well-polished armor with the blood of Brotherhood footsoldiers. There are no casualties as everyone does their damned job. It was quick and clean. Pretty good. At this rate, everyone will survive this special operation. The Silver Crown knights rally and huzzah after you and Blackwell fuck the cannon up by pulling out its lynchpin parts. They are even more excited when you try to fire the mortar by activating its trigger and it does nothing afterward.

"On to the next one!"

"IKU ZO!"

The lot of you huddle back into the sewers to prepare for another attack.

Roll to fight. Best of five.

Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>2006107

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>2006107
FOIT

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>2006107

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>2006107

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>2006107

>>2006107
>>2006111
>>2006115
>>2006126
>>2006130
>>2006139
The next place you hit up is the old stadium, which Charlotte had told you was used for a test firing or something. Thinking about her reminds you of the mine incident, which puts you over the edge. You are the first one to run out of the sewer, with Blackwell trying to get you to hold.

They have two of the big long guns here among the massive craters they made. This time there is a large crowd of Brotherhood and their slaves.

The first guy who comes out to attack you as you wade into the combat takes a hit so hard, you swear it bashes his fucking eyes out of his damned head. It's just you making the charge at the moment. You left the slowpokes behind as you dashed in to beat the fuck out of these flaming sword assholes. Tearing through the opponents proves to be incredibly easy this time. Everyone goes down in one swing, their weapons prove ineffective, only dealing grazes and tiny cuts as you rip through them with New York no Shinbatsu and weave through their attacks. You've already handled about two-thirds of all the gangsters before everyone else shows up to give aid. They all charge into melee with the Brotherhood gang members, whose forces have been depleted, but not yet outnumbered. They will certainly lose in attrition against us.

Turning back around, you notice that a small group on the cannon farthest from you has decided to try to fire the damned thing into this fucking combat. It was released from its hinges, so it fires directly upwards. These guys are suicidal! Virgin-Kun manages to cut them down, but not before you are all nearly knocked off of your feet by the mortar shot. Blackwell is the first to react, attempting to save his men.

"FALL BACK!!"

The command falls on deaf ears. There are just too many of these fucking bastards running around to stage a successful retreat without slaying them all. They are going to take you with them!

You don't have a huge number of options to save the knights from getting killed from the potentially lethal impact. You should run and save yourself and whoever you can grab...

No, I can't run! I won't be a coward. Inner strength fills you with power and confidence. Maybe I can...deflect it?

The sun isn't too bright yet this early in the morning, so you can easily tell the direction of the pop-fly ball. It will land somewhere in between you and where Virgin-Kun sits. He looks skyward in dread.

"We need to go. NOW!!!"

Blackwell barks, hand on your shoulder. You brush him off, letting him know that he needs just cover you while you save the day again.

"Stand the fuck back. I've got this!"

Walking over to your baseball-educated estimate of where it will land, you get into batting position. This is an incredibly stupid, boneheaded move, but well, fuck. This is the only thing that makes sense to you right now in this fucked up fantasy world. If there were a time to live up to your name, that time is now.

Roll to swing. Best of seven.

Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>2006294
Let's keep on high rollin'

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>2006294
>Scream Charlotte's name as we dismantle these fools

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>2006294

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>2006294
Batta up!

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>2006294
I hope we get fighting spirit points for all these group fights

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>2006294

Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>2006294

>>2006330
The dice gods are a tease tonight.

>>2006330
At the last freakin second! So clutch.

>>2006330
Nice

>>2006294
>DC ??: Rolled 96 - What the fuck did I just do?

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

It's time to put up or shut up.

"Madman!"

Virgin-Kun is currently holding Blackwell, who has lost control of themselves attempting to resist. Clearly he doesn't trust you'll survive this.

Honestly, I'm aren't sure of this myself. I'm going out on a limb here. The ground is kicked to clear the imaginary home plate, where are my damned cleats?. Taking a few very light, low semi-swings with my left, I prepare my target. I'm going to aim it directly at the mortar that shot the destructive sphere. No, scratch that, I have to aim through it, of course. Setting up, I look up to where the ball is heading, right towards me.

Actually getting a hit on the ball won't be an issue. It's simply dropping, so this is only a minor step above tee-ball. The issue will be if I can crush this big fucking cannonball, or at least break it's momentum so that it doesn't kill everyone with the shrapnel the impact will create. Sounds easy enough. There just has to be enough power behind the swing.

Exhaling, I think about my family again. They'd be pretty pissed off at me for attempting something so reckless. That is the key. It's not reckless if I know what I'm doing! Maybe if I think about something that pisses me off, I'll have enough strength to pull this out of my ass. I think back to Charlotte getting blown the fuck up, since that one's still fresh in my mind. I swear to god, when I find that guy that had the mines set, I'll kill him myself!

That's it! I'm ready.

Time crawls to a halt as the heavy metal projectile comes down directly in front of me. It's just above my strike zone. Time for a big fly! I take my step and let this power flow through me and into the cannon shot.

The collision between Shinbatsu and this huge metal sphere causes every bone in my body to buckle and my muscles to twinge. Fuck does it hurt! Gritting my teeth, I keep pushing, not letting up even a single bit. The ball is a little less than half my size, which is still an enormous fucking bore for a cannonball, at least in the real world. Everyone's lives are in my hands right now. I'm not going to fail to protect the people I want to protect again. Giving it everything I've got, I drive through the grapefruit and shout my lungs out.

"CHARROTOOO!!!!!"

The sound of the hit itself drowns out everything, leaving a ringing in my ear. It was like an explosive version of a satisfying "Ding" Sound. Shit! I drop Shinbatsu. The stress on my body from doing that was far too great! My left shoulder is fucky now. Damn it!

Fortunately, the dinger I hit has flown away from here without exploding. You can't hear anything right now, but you can assume the way the shot strikes the mortar was also very loud, deforming the cannon and knocking it over, kicking up dust everywhere. The cannonball simply flies deep into right field. That's approximately where the lake is if I remember correctly...

>Cont.

>>2006602
Ohhhhhhh, Shara is so getting it tonight, it feels so good doing this shit in front of witnesses.

>>2006622
Grade-A1 Badassery right there. I think I need a smoke just reading that.

>>2006631
We shall use chew as the great Babe Ruth did you heathen. Though you are right, we do need to celebrate after this, I would recommend against anything that shortens our breath though. We're gonna need it to satisfy Shara.

>>2006602
Collapsing to your knees, you hold your left shoulder, grabbing Shinbatsu with the other hand to make sure you aren't unarmed.

Everyone is somewhat stupified after you did the impossible. Its surprising they react that way, to you anyways, that shit is happening all the time in this game-world. The dumbfoundedness doesn't last long, the Brotherhood sees their last opportunity to make something happen and continue trying to repel us. The Silver Crown Knights waste no time reciprocating. You are about to jump up and bash some fucker's head in when they think they can beat you to the punch while you're on one knee here. His face gets punched in by Blackwell, who slices him open and pulls you out of the fight so you can recover.

"Did you just...use a skill!?"

"...Ehhhhhhhh?"

>Skill Unlocked: ????

Damn, It would be really nice to know what you just did! I don't have my card on my right now! I submitted that shit for evidence earlier.

There is a faint sound of blasting in the distance. Whatever it was, it wasn't the cannon. I came from where the lake is. It is followed by a great deal of smoke in the distance that fills the horizon. What the hell blew up now?

____________________________________________________________


>DC 65: Rolled 97 - It was an easy victory

The battle went on without a hitch, other than your noble sacrifice. The Brotherhood guys were routed with ease, and the freed citizens were taken back to the sewers, to be assisted by Shara.

Thankfully, your shoulder recovered for the most part. It's mostly just sore from pushing so damned hard. The strain was quite painful. It might affect your ability to fight, but at least you were able to do what you did and save everyone.

Blackwell gives a brief explanation of these "Skills" he spoke of. They are abilities to be used by adventurers and other warriors of equal caliber, in accordance with their class. It can extend from magic spells, that glowing blue shit that the Captain himself does, or something minor, like Charlotte's shopping and appraisal abilities. You can only use a few of them at a time, and depending on the "skill" there are requirements and drawbacks to be used. Whatever I used, put a lot of pressure on my body to perform. Is that what it was? Or was I just weak? Time will tell, I guess. I might have to use "that" again today.


_________________________________________________________________________
After the whole batting fiasco, the lot of us go back into the tunnel after Blackwell disassembles the intact cannon that wasn't smashed by that crazy "Skill". You wonder what's in store for you, after suddenly developing strange powers of your own.

I don't feel too hot at the moment, but everyone was quite amped up after crushing the Brotherhood yet again. We are nearly halfway through their artillery. It's time to go again. Blackwell makes sure I go out last this time from underneath the ground.

Roll to battle the Brotherhood again. Best of three.

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>2006745
C'mon, crit please!

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>2006745
Die

Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>2006745
IKU ZO!

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>2006757
Nice.
Inb4 100

Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>2006745

>>2006761
Fffffffuck
>4th roll
I'm so sorry

>>2006761
YOU

>>2006761
......why cant we bank crits when shit like this happens? Also fuck you, roll sooner.

>>2006769
Hopefully 88 will suffice... but still rip crit.

>>2006778
It better fucking work, that's the highest I rolled in a while.

Ok truck.
What do I gotta do to make this crit work

>>2006750
>>2006752
>>2006757
>>2006761
>>2006766
>>2006767
>>2006768
>>2006769
>>2006778
>>2006789
>>2006792
>DC 70: Rolled 88 - I continue to put the team on my back.

Bringing Shinbatsu down, I smash the head of my red hooded foe. I'm fighting on the rooftops that hover around another massive mortar. We're in the middle of a residential district again. Clobbering another flame-sword wielding asshole, he falls all the way down two stories after getting shoved off. Ther reason I'm so high off the ground is because these pieces of shit thought it would be smart to hurl firebombs at everyone below as we came in. Fortunately, nobody on my team was hurt. I'm still a little exhausted after the last derring-do I whipped out to everyone's surprise. A little longer and I'll be okay. Whatever. I'm just going to keep hammering these guys until we can disable the cannon and free the prisoners. The others are fighting quite hard still. The Ordo Knights have only gained more momentum as we continue to make short work of these bastards. Virgin-Kun and Blackwell fight back to back and proceed to make a mockery of the resistance force defending the big gun. I think I know where the last guns are positioned now...oh shit! Another fucking cannonball is coming towards me while I'm isolated. I'm dodging this one for sure. Fuck that shit!

Roll to move onto the next fight. Best of three again.
___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Worry not anons. I am keeping track of your 100s after experiencing so many crits in this quest. I have plans

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>2006978
Thanks truck-kun
maybe we'll get another 100?

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>2006978

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>2006978

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>2006978
nat 1 here we go

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>2006978
Well shit. I am curious as to what you plan to do though.
>>2006982
Heres hopeing

>>2006986
Shit... I shouldn't have rolled.

>>2006985
DAMN YOU WHY?!

>>2006986
FUCKING AGAIN

File: illumi.png (58 KB, 200x194)

58 KB PNG

>>2006986
it keeps happening

>>2006996
No shit
>>2006983
Stop rolling.
>>2006978
AND WHY ONLY THREE?!
>>2006999
Everyone is as disappointed as you mister trips

File: the only redemption.jpg (205 KB, 680x961)

205 KB JPG

>>2006997
forgive me...

>>2006999
Also nice trips.

>>2006999
>99 roll
>999
the dice gods are fucking with us

We need to exercise for an extra roll

>>2006978
>>2006982
>>2006983
>>2006985
>DC 65: Rolled 33 - They really got us this time.

I'm fighting off three guys at once this time. I can feel my shoulder recovering nicely, but now we are severely outnumbered. It seems fatigue has finally set in and Blackwell's boys have started to tire a bit. Squaring up to these guys hasn't been so bad. We're at the tavern, "The Rosey Squatter". There are two mortars in place here. Shouldn't be too much of a problem. I beat back two of the attackers with my bat easily enough.

Ahh shit!

Falling to my knee, I had ended up taking another sword slash into my side again. The same side that was bleeding earlier is now even worse. I'm bleeding like a motherfucker now. This was one bad cut that I just took...

"SHI'NE!!!!"

The shithead who slashed me tried to overhead chop on me. I'm able to block easily with Shinbatsu, in spite of the pain. The weapon has grown quite heavy, and much, much stronger. The studs have become fairly spiky again.

"AAUGH!!"

That fucker just knee'd me in the side. Fucking hell...

As I unsteadily clash, I hear the sounds of hooves clopping against the cobblestone streets. Who in the fuck is that?

There are several men approaching. All of them are way better dressed than the rabble defending the cannons. They have gold and other precious metal adorning much nicer sets of red. Alongside even nicer weapons, these guys are definitely the elite. They must have come from the front lines. A man with a large black beard leads them into a lance charge. One that you're in the way of.

"NANI!?"

The man trods his own men down to get to the center of the fight and stab you with his spear, and the spears of the group behind him. It's a goddamn cavalry charge!

The guy who you were trying to block has taken your state of distraction to put you int a clinch. Shit!

His bones break under your knob blows. Any other hit is too difficult to do with him on you like this.

Just as you're about to be trampled, one of the Silver Crown knights dashes over and stabs the guy on top of you with his blade. Right to the throat, getting blood all over your chest.

"Jesus!"

He hurls you out of the way just in time, sacrificing himself. He is run through with two spears and trampled. There is a yell from one of the other knights, after seeing his ally fall, flies into a righteous rage. Another one of Blackwell's knightly brethren is mowed down attempting to avenge his fallen comrade, but not before toppling a horse and it's rider with a length of steel to the chest.

"Stand down!"

>Cont.

File: Vosough.jpg (41 KB, 547x640)

41 KB JPG

>>2007427
Blackwell doesn't want to see any more of his men killed by idiotic bravery and sacrifice. The knights are able to back away from the fight momentarily, to which the assault stops, and the assailants look down upon you from horseback. All of the unoccupied members of the Brotherhood bow to the new mounted man with the fancy duds. He addresses the preeminent captain of this retinue.

"Knight-Captain Rowan Blackwell. What an unpleasant surprise to see you in my territory. What's the matter? No horse? Perhaps I should just call you Captain Blackwell instead?"

"You are the "Venerated" Brother Vosough. Is that right? I was wondering when you would appear. The front lines are the other way. Have you already begun to flee after losing your artillery?"

Spitting the dirt you just ate from your fall, you find this banter somewhat amateurish. Holding your side in pain, you crumple up after getting slashed in the side and then knee'd, clutching the injury. You're bleeding all over the ground right now from your side-wound. It's going to take some energy to get up right now. Fuck!

"Don't make me laugh. Where have you been? Sneaking around my backlines like the snake you are. Your men need you, you know. So does everyone else fighting at the center of town, They are lacking in manpower right now."

"...!?"

There's some clicking in your brain as you look this asshat over. You've heard his name before a few times...

>[Fightin' Spirit] Get up
>Can you both shut the fuck up!?
>You. I need you to tell me something...
>Write In

>>2007492
>[Fightin' Spirit] Get up
>You. I need you to tell me something...

>>2007492
>[Fightin' Spirit] Get up
>You. I need you to tell me something...

You ever dance with the Devil in the pale moonlight?

>>2007492
>[Fightin' Spirit] Get up
>You. I need you to tell me something...

>>2007492
>[Fightin' Spirit] Get up
>You. I need you to tell me something...

>>2007492
>[Fightin' Spirit] Get up

>>2007492
>>2007499
>>2007508
>>2007530
>>2007535
>>2007554
>[Fightin' Spirit] Get up
>You. I need you to tell me something...

"You."

You are ignored as the two continue going on about shit you don't care about.

It's hard to talk while your bleeding like a wounded animal. You have to get up.

Roll to get up. Best of three

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>2007560

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>2007560

Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>2007560

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>2007560

>one failed roll and we're down so hard that we need another roll to get up.
Wew

>>2007620
To be fair, its about time we were downed. dudes been running around without binding his wounds.

>>2007635
Yeah sure, failing 2 of our eleven total battle rolls is quite a lot.

>>2007560
>>2007563
>>2007567
>>2007581
>Fightin' Spirit +3
DC 60: Rolled 40 - I was hurt worse than I thought.

Trying to get up proves difficult. You manage to get onto one knee trying to stand before slumping back down. Your bleeding badly right now. It's only a matter of time until you bleed out, unless you dress this injury properly.

There is laughter from your enemies around you as they see you've tuckered yourself out.

Fortunately, you can still yell from here, though standing was just too hard right now.

"You!"

Blackwell and Vosough turn to you after your rude interruption. The leader of the Unbreakable Brotherhood seems to recognize you.

"Oh, is this the ogre in Prontia I've been hearing about!? Not as terrifying as the rumors said. Just some child with strange hair."

There is more laughter, much stronger now. While you'd already have been over there with Shinbatsu over your head by now, this shithead has to answer a very important question...

"You, tell me right now. Where you the one who had the mines set up behind the dried out lake?"

Vosough looks you over a moment before answering. Something just hit him now after putting something together in his head.

"So it was you who infiltrated my encampment two nights ago."

You can feel the blood-curdling in your veins, this guy is responsible for what happened to Charlotte! That fucking-!

"I see now. What the maker said was true about the explosives. They weren't designed to be used as landmines, apparently. Would you believe the one refused to make me a proper trap to protect my assets from those who would take away my vision? Madness!"

You can feel your quickly cooling, bleeding body increasing in temperature again. It seems to be a result of your incredible white-hot anger surfacing. Pain burns in your chest as you try to get up.

"You can try to pursue, Captain Blackwell, but there's a losing battle calling you right now. I'm afraid we have you outnumbered."

The leader of the Brotherhood turns to leave, headed further west. Where the fuck does this bastard think he's going? You are overcome with emotions as you try to figure out how to stand up. You had blamed yourself for not protecting the weak little girl, but it's really all his fault!

"KISAMAAA!!!!!!!"

[Manly] You're exhausted after coming down from your battle high. Hit yourself in the side right now. The adrenaline will give you the strength you need to get up.
[Fightn' Spirit] Get up
[Fightn' Spirit] GET UP!!!
[Fightn' Spirit] BAKA YAROU!!!!!

>>2007770
>[Fightn' Spirit] Get up
>[Fightn' Spirit] GET UP!!!
>[Fightn' Spirit] BAKA YAROU!!!!!
Can I just have this count as one? I don't mean for a triple boost, just an epic scene.

>>2007770
>[Fightn' Spirit] Get up
>[Fightn' Spirit] GET UP!!!
>[Fightn' Spirit] BAKA YAROU!!!!!

>>2007770
>[Fightn' Spirit] Get up
>[Fightn' Spirit] GET UP!!!
>[Fightn' Spirit] BAKA YAROU!!!!!

>>2007770
[Fightn' Spirit] Get up
[Fightn' Spirit] GET UP!!!
[Fightn' Spirit] BAKA YAROU!!!!!

Can we throw in an Intimidate for what should be the patented Ogre Death Glare?

>>2007770
>>2007782
>>2007792
>>2007793
>>2007794

Roll to get up, run and fight. Best of three.

It's just a plain old loss of control boys

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>2007840
Failed

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>2007840
Too Stubborn to Die

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>2007840

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>2007840

>>2007844
>>2007847
why tho

have we committed some sin against the Dice Gods?

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>2007840

>>2007864
You really need to stop rolling today. Luck just isnt on your side

>>2007860
You gave us our best chance Anon. Let's hope it's enough.

>>2007840
>>2007844
>>2007847
>>2007860
DC 70: Rolled 76 - URAAAGH!!! KAKATTE KOI!!!!!

_______________________________________________________________


That disgusting scumbag of a human being Vosough is leaving on horseback. He jokes of pursuing, but there is no doubt I will attempt to capture him. There is probably a trap set up for my men. How shrewd that cowardly cunt he is.

Damn him. Even if I went after him now, there's no way to chase him down while he's on horseback. Not bringing my horse to the west side itself was a mistake. One which will quickly be in my favor, if everything goes according to plan. This will be a most difficult detainment. I might end up killing him myself, paperwork be damned. I should be fine though, I always figure out a way to get my man, though I would prefer not relying on any of these filthy plebians...I despise commanding anyone without sufficient competence. They may not be gifted, but they are still good men, undeserving of this fate. Looking away from the bodies of my fallen knights, I make sure to keep my eye on the village idiot.

Mother of god. That stupid foreigner is about to go apeshit again. I'm afraid I've become quite acquainted with that look. When will this poor dumb bastard learn to control himself? It's not that difficult. There he goes, screaming in his nonsense language again.

...

I have never seen a man bleeding out like that move so damned quickly. And I have seen quite a few. He knocked down a rider after breaking the horse's neck with that stupid looking weapon. Now he's beating the rider who was knocked off. Even if I tried to save that man now, he's probably crippled for life. Once again, it seems to be up to me to calm him down. Ugh. Damn you "Billy". That reckless barbarian scared off the cunt brigade with his wild swinging and screaming. I am not okay with this at all. Everyone has continued fighting and we're two men down. Not at all as planned.

I'd best be careful about this. My spinal injury was quite grievous the last time. I'd better do it quickly too. There's no telling how much longer he has left before he loses consciousness from spilling all that blood. We need his freakish strength to finish cleaning this bloody fucking mess we've all caused.


______________________________________________________________________________________


>Cont.

>>2008072
"FUCK!!!!!!"

"Please, hold still."

I'm feeling a little groggy now after redding-out again, bent over this dead horse with Blackwell and Virgin-Kun here. On top of me. Oh god, my fucking side!

I went off the rails again. Looking over at the guy I beat to a bloody pulp, it's not that Vosough guy. Fucking hell! He got away!

"Be still, or else we won't be able to finish stitching your wound."

"Can't you fuckers heal it away? Why does all the magic get used against me! SON OF A BITCH!"

That shit hurts while the two of them are on top of you. Looking around, the knights are covering your ass as you are being dressed. I need to fix this quickly, I am not somebody's liability! Alright, I think they're almost done now that I've stopped struggling. I effectively have a sarashi now after they wrapped the bandage around me.

Hefting the bloody, spiked Shinbatsu after the rough treatment, it's time to get to work.

>[Fightin' Spirit] Let's clean this mess up
>I better cool it, I don't want to undo my field treatment
>Fight with the other two in unison
>Write In

>>2008129
>>Fight with the other two in unison

>>2008129
>I better cool it, I don't want to undo my field treatment

>>2008129
>Fight with the other two in unison

>>2008129
>>2008154
>>2008156
>>2008160
>Fight with the other two in unison

I'm still a little fucked up, but the three of us should be able to shred through these guys if we cover each other.

Roll to fight. Best of five.

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>2008213
Dice dont hate me

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>2008213

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>2008213

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>2008213

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>2008213

>>2008213
>>2008214
>>2008215
>>2008221
>>2008226
>>2008229
DC 50: Rolled 77 - Excellent teamwork.

You nod to Virgin-Kun who acknowledges you and deflects an oncoming flaming sword. Blackwell parries his own opponent, gutting them in a single fluid motion. Not to be outdone, you pound two opponents down with two quick swings. Their bodies are practically pulped by your magically enhanced weapon. The other two make it very easy to find openings.

Continuing this pattern the three of you block, slash and wallop your way over to the mortar until there's nothing left. That's much better.

Nursing your side, you allow Blackwell to destroy the mortars with Virgin-Kun. You feel a little better after being taken care of, but there is still a huge red stain on your side now.

Alright, there should be two more left, you estimate. Hopefully, they're in the same place. You end up leading the last of the civilians to the sewer since the others are taking care of the artillery. Looking at the map, the only place you really haven't looked at is the lake.

"Well hello again, lover. Are you alright?"

Shara greets you while holding her nose, looking up from a manhole. She speaks nasally because of it, which puts a grin on your face. You try to act tough and downplay your injury.

"Hey Billy, when do I get to evacuate? Is that the last of them?"

That's most likely not the last of them, but your brown lover has been so ever so helpful to you. You feel bad about relying on her so much. She hasn't shown any particular special abilities besides dancing, drinking a lot, and making love. The civilians get ready to pile into the sewers to get to safety.

The other guys could probably take care of the rest of the civilians when you're done afterward. You and Blackwell will probably have to survey the frontlines now that it isn't being bombarded.

Should you give her the okay to evacuate?
>Yes, flee to safety
>No, finish the job
>Write In

>>2008354
>>Yes, flee to safety
Better safe than sorry

>>2008354
>Yes

>>2008354
>Yes, flee to safety

>>2008354
>Yes, flee to safety

>>2008354
>>2008361
>>2008392
>>2008396
>Yes, flee to safety

Shara deserves to be thanked for being such a good sport. She's been quite good to you. You're are genuinely polite for the first time in a while.

"Yeah, you need to flee to safety too. Better safe than sorry. You've been a really big help. Thank you"

It is a little off-putting when Shara puts on that weird, focused face she does sometimes. The one that looks really serious and stares deeply into you. Like that time you refused her advances earlier. She reacts very strangely sometimes. Before you can remark on her odd behavior, she goes back to her usual, enthusiastic and perky self. She gives you a nice big smile and licks her lips before helping everybody to safety.

"You'd better make good on your word, Mister Billy."

Her care-free sweetness and consistently pleasant demeanor make up for her peculiar behavior, you guess. It won't be long before the two of you hook up again to do as she says.

You head back to the now-deactivated mortars. Blackwell approaches you as soon as you get back.

I need you to come with me. We need to forge ahead and try to chase Vosough down. I have a plan.

This better be good, Blackwell.

_______________________________________________________________________________________


That's it for tonight. Tomorrow I'll be back at 12:00PM EST again. Hope to see you all there. Thanks again for participating.

>>2008476
Good night T-kun

>>2008476
Walking alongside the knight-captain while his men recover from the setback of Vosough taking you all by surprise, Blackwell discloses his "plan". Before he does anything, he pulls out a small whistle, in which he opens his gorget slightly and blows into it quite hard. There is a very inaudible note to it. Probably not on our frequency. The flesh around his jaw is quite pale, and he has a small mouth with surprisingly well-developed lips, of course with a very noticeable pull towards frowning. Judging by the glimpse of his face you got, he would probably be quite popular with the ladies, that is if he didn't wear that helmet all the time. Not letting others judge him based purely on his aesthetics seems like something completely his speed. Re-adjusting his armor, the knight addresses you again.

"I have the feeling Vosough is up to something. I want you and I to scout ahead right now. I had my horse positioned not too far from the abandoned southwest district where we had begun this operation. He will be here soon so that we can expedite ourselves. I'll have my men approach on their own in one more surprise assault. I have a hunch that we're headed in the same direction."

It sound like Blackwell wants to chase down the leader of the Brotherhood. It seems that we'll be headed to the dried up lake. Are you on board with that? You kind of want to crush his skull, but you're worried about leaving the other guys behind, despite the captain's apparent confidence.

>Yeah let's go
>That sounds like a bad idea. Do it Alone
>Write In

____________________________________________________________________________________________________
Welcome back everyone. Sorry I'm late. Time to continue the attack on the Brotherhood.

>>2009721
>>Yeah let's go

>>2009721
>Yeah let's go

Last session was dope Truck

>>2009721
>Yeah let's go

>>2009721
>>Yeah let's go

>>2009721
As much as you'd hate to admit it, Blackwell has a good plan. You're going to have to trust his judgment, and admire the fact he has a horse on call in a clutch time like this.

"Yeah, let's go"

Blackwell just starts to run. Following him, you are, headed toward the farthest reaches of the west side of Prontia. There is a lot of battle damage on this side, with heavy cannonballs embedded in the ground and tons of rubble everywhere. Again, it makes you wonder if the gunmen had any idea what they were doing. That artillery is some highly advanced technology in an environment where magic seems to take precedence over everything. It's like a crude version of the industrial revolution in progress.

After running a few blocks, there is a very fast paced galloping that fills the streets. It's heading towards you from your right. The horse that approaches is big and white. It's the same one that Virgin-Kun brought when you and Charlotte were horrifically injured in that mine incident. It looks quite regal as it stomps its way towards you. The steed slows down just a little as it gets close.

Blackwell wastes not a single second mounting, allowing his horse to run at him, and quickly hops on to it like it was nothing. Running alongside the beast after them yourself, Blackwell extends his hand out to help you on while the ride is in motion and currently not yet at high speed.

Your turn mounting the horse goes rather sloppy. You end up grabbing onto Blackwell's armor all over trying to hang on, to which he grabs your hands, lowers them to his hips, and then elbows the fuck out of you right under the ribs on your good side while mumbling to himself. Your flailing ceases as you buckle over, in the saddle. Fuck! I'm ready to throw this asshole off of his own ride!

Before you even get to contemplate the mutiny, you are approaching the died out west lake.

"What the hell!?"

Behind the lake looks like a cratered wasteland. There was a something that happened right behind the empty gorge that caused a tremendous landslide. The simple landmass of green and a natural dirt ditch has been reduced just to blasted apart dirt and a large incline. Did the mines go off or something!?

"What in the name of Prontus is that!?"

The mortars are still intact, which is unfortunate, and there are plenty of Brotherhood members still. Less than you were anticipating, perhaps due to the wall of the lake collapsing? That's when you see what Blackwell was freaking out about.

As you look over the lip of the lake while approaching on horseback, there is a massive black box, about the size of a small house from here. The morning sunlight gleams off of the cold, dark surface of the pitch black metal: the same material that makes up the giant mortar cannons. Two huge guns adorn the front, One of them attached to the hull, and the other mounted on a swiveling head. The bores will surely destroy anything it shoots, regardless.

"That's a fucking tank!!!"

>Cont.

File: The Tank.jpg (107 KB, 736x546)

107 KB JPG

>>2009869
That is a tank. A genuine murder machine from the 20th century if you've ever seen one. Which you have, but decommissioned in a history exhibit of course.

This one proves to be a little different, proceeding to roar to life with a roaring engine. It sounds like the screams of the damned as smoke and fire billow from several exhaust points. If you have to stop this thing, then it won't be very easy. It looks massive and dangerous.

There is a blast of steam that comes out from the top of the tank. The hatch opens exposing none other than the bearded man you had come here to defeat. Brother Vosough.

"Tell me, Blackwell, are you ready to die with the rest of your corrupt city?"

Blackwell doesn't look at you, but makes his words only audible enough for your ears. Then he responds to the arrogance of his foe.

*I need a little bit more time before my men get here.*

"Why are you doing this, Vosough! I thought you cared about the welfare of Prontia? You were a minister in the church at one point. A public servant."

Oh god, he's another one of those holier than thou types. After the Sixth Asshole of the Demon King and his ramblings about purity, I've had enough of this shit. Now that I think about it, these Prontians are a devout bunch, aren't they?

"For too long the common man has been oppressed by those in power. The Guild, the Morrcocks, and even you and your "righteous" knights Blackwell. You scions have lived the good life while the impoverished live in squalor and take everything away from the citizens of Prontia. It's time for a revolution! We shall take back the city and give it back to those more deserving of it!"

The Brotherhood that are present have begun to shout and cheer at the demagogue's short speech. It just makes you sick. Why blow the place you want to live in to the ground? Is he that blind in his fanaticism?

Judging from the sound of Blackwell's mumbling, he needs more time. Maybe I can help stall this douchebag a little longer...

>Where did you get all this shit from? there's no fucking way you made it yourself
>What do you actually plan to destroy with this big fucking thing?
>How the hell did you manage to give this thing power?
>Write In

>>2009966
>Where did you get all this shit from? there's no fucking way you made it yourself

>>2009966
>>Where did you get all this shit from? there's no fucking way you made it yourself

>>2009966
>Where did you get all this shit from? there's no fucking way you made a tank by yourself
>This comes from the robotic faggot right?

>>2009966
>Where did you get all this shit from? there's no fucking way you made it yourself
Eitherway, I'm stealing a tank.

>>2009966
>>2009972
>>2009979
>>2009982
>Where did you get all this shit from? There's no fucking way you made it yourself

"Where did you get all this shit from? There's no fucking way you made it yourself. You didn't happen to get it from some faggot, hood wearing, automaton-man? Did you?"

There is no way such technology could be devised by a person like Vosough. You don't want to believe it.

"Automaton-man? Don't insult me. All our gifts were given to us by an angel of Prontus himself to smite our enemies. Thanks to such a blessing we have been able to fight evenly with our high-born adversaries. Perhaps I should begin the demonstration. I will start by destroying the festering place of corrupt business, Guild Hall. Then I shall annihilate the Ordo's outpost. After that, the Morrcocks, and finally the Prontian Magistrate itself. None shall stop me in this armor directly from our most gracious god!"

A tank certainly may as well be the armor of god in this scenario, but that doesn't mean you should allow him to. Who in the hell crafted this tank though. Vosough's answer just raised more questions due to its ambiguity.

Thankfully, you don't have to waste another minute listening to this asshole. Blackwell yells at the top of his lungs

"CHARGE!!!!"

Down the incline of the empty lake's walls come his men, who are now on horseback. They catch Vosough's own men flatfooted as they listen to his preaching. They are torn asunder, yelling and screaming as the Brotherhood members in front take the brunt of the charging Silver Crown knight's lances and are trampled underfoot. Surprise motherfucker!

"Damn you Blackwell! My holy mission will not be stopped!"

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

Vosough retreats into his armored war machine and immediately gasses it towards the center of the city, which is behind you. The treads of the tank grind against the dirt as he pushes forward at a scary enough pace. You have to stop him!

"You seem to have an idea of what that..that thing is. What shall we do to destroy it?"

That is a good question. A monstrosity like this was made to defeat weapons that footsoldiers normally wield in battle. You'll have to be very crafty about this.

>Get down there and attack now
>Let the tank come up from the lake first, let's not box ourselves in there with him
>Write In

>>2010082
>Let the tank come up from the lake first, let's not box ourselves in there with him
>Write In
If it is like the ones I know, We should be able to flip it as it comes up. Also, break the firing barrel and it will explode when they try to take out the Guild Hall.

>>2010082
>>Write In
>Blackwell try to force open the tank's hatch with his blue magic sword
>We provide a distraction

File: tegaki.png (3 KB, 400x400)

3 KB PNG

>>2010102
Do you mean this? It would be fun, Billy and Blackwell putting all their strength together

>>2010143
Exactly that, but with a bat

>>2010082
>Let the tank come up from the lake first, let's not box ourselves in there with him
Let's steal a tank.

>>2010148
I mean, we are 10 or more strong men in a fantasy world
If everybody put their strength in this, it is doable I think

>>2010082
>>2010102
>>2010122
>>2010143
>>2010148
>>2010150
>>2010152
>Let the tank come up from the lake first, let's not box ourselves in there with him
>If it is like the ones I know, We should be able to flip it as it comes up.

The cavalry that has come are currently fighting the Brotherhood footsoldiers and horsemen in the lake, farther away from you towards the center of the lake, to which the mortars currently lie. The tank continues to push forward.

"I've got an idea."

Blackwell is currently looking at the oncoming metal behemoth as it comes forward towards you. It's about to try to clear the hill atop where you stand.

"I'm listening."

"If that tank is like the one's I know, we should be able to flip that shit over as it comes up the side of the lake."

Blackwell murmur in his helm before answering you.

"That sounds like a good plan, but what about them?"

There are a number of Brotherhood goons that have broken off from the blob further out in the lake to assist their master by following the big tank. They are able to get in front of it and are coming up the hill first. There are about a dozen of them.

>We'll clear them out before this thing gets up the hill
>Keep them off of me, I'll flip this thing myself
>Let's kill them, then go back to figuring out how to destroy this thing
>Write In

>>2010218
>>Keep them off of me, I'll flip this thing myself
This but
>Send your men, we'll flip this thing you and me

>>2010218
>>2010223
I'll back this but shouldn't we try to block the exhausts and choke the engine? seems like a simpler plan than trying to flip a fucking tank

>>2010218
>>2010223
>Keep them off of me, I'll flip this thing myself
>Send your men, we'll flip this thing you and me

"Send your men, you and me will flip this thing together."

Blackwell seems to have his doubts, hesitating for a moment before popping his top to show his pretty-boy lips again and blowing out an almost ear-splittingly loud whistle with two of his fingers. Thankfully by now, the mounted forces have made fairly short work of most of the Brotherhood forces. A few of them seem to come this way.

The tank continues to climb the incline, having slowed down significantly. It will be a moment before it gets up here. In that meantime, you're going to have to fight off some of the first red-cloaked cronies that have come up to meet you with flaming swords held high.

Shit looks like your going to have to fight at least a little bit, regardless. At least there's only a few here. The cavalry should be here soon to take care of the rest while you defeat this tank.

Roll to fight. Best of five.

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>2010289

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>2010289

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>2010289