>>2112205
>Walk around camp
Plenty of time to sleep if I get fucked in this next battle. If I do live I'm gonna spend whatever the fuck I can get 'ere on a warm bed. Maybe with a nice woman. Or a bottle at least.

>>2112205
>Walk around camp

Let's get to know the people we are fighting with. Then maybe he will work harder to defend us once the chaos of battle start.

>>2112207
>>2112208

And off you go on your search for a warm bed, nightly companionship, and booze!

You walked around the camp, some soldiers haven't slept yet, sharing stories and jokes around the campfire. between the laughs and giggles, frowns and sighs can be seen and heard from them. Understandable as they might not live to see their family after tomorrow, and the general, Sir Reynault and our most esteemed tactician Prince Miedas does not allow booze in the camp under the claim that the soldiers need to be aware and ready for combat at any time. But that's all goatpiss for all you care as you are sure that the general had hidden some wine in his cozy tent. As you are deep in thought, you are sure that the bushes behind you are rustling. You....

>Sneak into the General's tent for booze, perhaps even steal some fabric to cover your body while you are sleeping.

>Join the not so merry crowd around the campfire and get to know each other.

>"Hey, there's something in that bush o'er there."

(The success of choices may sometimes be decided with a roll. I will roll for any choices that needs to however as waiting for player rolls for a specified scenario is a shit. These three choices for instance requires me to roll for the ones voted by the majority. Then, I will write the outcome of those choices with fail or success decided by my roll. The dice I will use will be 1d10 for lower RNG value.)

>>2112212
>"Hey, there's something in that bush o'er there."
Pull out my sword just in case something or someone jumps at me

>>2112212
>>"Hey, there's something in that bush o'er there."
Maybe its a spy!

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>>2112212
>>"Hey, there's something in that bush o'er there."

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>>2112215
>>2112230
>>2112231
rolling

>>2112212
>"Hey, there's something in that bush o'er there."
Pull out your sword

>>2112233

"Hey, there's something in that bush o'er there.", you said, alerting your fellow soldiers.

"Wha-? Lemme check for a bit kiddo.", an older man amongst the crowd rise up with a spear and approaches the bush. He pokes the bush a few times and proceed to enter it.

"BWAAAAH!"

The whole crowd around the campfire including you jumped in surprise in response to the sudden scream!

"HAHAHAH! Shocked ya good did I?", the man said as he poked his head out of the bush with a shit eating grin. Some laughed with him, some indifferent.

His smile however, was replaced with the expression of pain and agony as his head fell off from his body.

"Holy shi-,"

Before you could finish your words, northern barbarians, by the dozens leaps out of the bushes and trees, charging towards all of you!

>Lead the defense!

>Retreat!

>Run to alert the others and your higher ups!

>>2112248
>>Run to alert the others and your higher ups!

>>2112248
>Lead the defense!
Send someone else to the higher ups, get everyone into formation! Hold the ground until reinforcements come!

>>2112248
>Lead the defense!
get half of the men behind cover, other half charge at the barbarians, men behind cover provide crossbow-support for the fighting men,send someone to alert higher ups and call reinforcements

>>2112248
>Lead the defense!

>>2112248
>Lead the defense!

MAN! GRAB YOUR WEAPONS!

Rolled 1 (1d10)

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>>2112285
rolling

>>2112313
Abort! Hahaha

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>>2112313
Muwahahaha Those barbarians are terrible at fighting. They must have drinked, so they would get courage during the fight, before doing this night attack.

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>>2112313
"MEN! TAKE UP ARMS AND DEFEND THE CAMP! READY YOUR CROSSBOW! ONE OF YOU GO AND ALERT SIR REYNAULT AND THE REST!", you screamed at the crowd.

With utmost swiftness you unsheathed your sword, blocking a mighty blow from one of the barbarian's axe. The sheer weight of the savage's strike was enough to make your hand tremble.

A northerner is significantly larger than a normal man, standing a head over a normal adult. This alone added with their homeland of the mountains which cull the weak made northern barbarians a formidable opponent, each one with the strength of a few good men.

You see your comrades cut down one by one just to fell a few of them. The campfire crowd added with soldiers who are alerted nearby is close to 100 fighting roughly thirty barbarians and even then, it seems we are losing. You put up a good fight blocking and dodging the barbarian's blows and dealing some cuts on his sides.

But alas, it was not enough....

Seeing an opening on your stomach, the barbarian delivers a kick right on your guts, sending you flying backwards, falling on your back on the cold hard ground. On the ground, you can see your fellow soldiers joining you one by one, despair took hold of you. The barbarian you were facing raised his axe above you....

"This is where it all ends, huh?", you asked as you close your eyes, tears flowing down your cheeks.

Then.....nothing happened. Reopening your eyes, you see the barbarian in a state of shock, a javelin jutting out of his chest. The other barbarians are now being pushed back with the arrivals of knights on horseback and crossbowmen firing their bolts.

[Cont.]

(Will continue tomorrow roughly the same time i started this thread. Might sprinkle some updates in between but no promises. It's midnight and i have class tomorrow. Skedaddles.]

>>2112350
Thank you for running, man!

>>2112350
"BARBARIAN SCUM! FEEL THE MIGHT OF LARS!", a knight leading the charge shouted. His armor more grandiose than the other knights around him and with his familiar commanding presence, you can only deduce that this is Sir Reynault.

The crossbowmen and knights made short work on the unarmored barbarian as they lay dead one by one. Soon, the fight is over and the remaining barbarians flee back into towards the mountain with a few of them shot down. The part of the camp where the battle had happened was stained with blood and corpses lying around. Sir Reynault descended from his steed and approaches you, finding you amongst the injured and dead.

"I would have given you a promotion, nay, award you with a commendation for knighthood had you done better child. But....your resilience and bravery is commendable by its own right. Surviving in a one on one combat against a northern barbarian is by itself no small feat. Hm.... you know what? Perhaps I might consider giving you a promotion after all.", he said while pulling you up from the ground.

>"All due respect sir, I- ....WE tried our best to fend off the ambush."

>"Thank you Sir Reynault. I'm very grateful for this opportunity you've given me."

>[Stay quiet]

>>2113589
>"Thank you Sir Reynault. I'm very grateful for this opportunity you've given me."
Kiss arse today, sip wine and mead tomorrow

>>2113589
>>"Thank you Sir Reynault. I'm very grateful for this opportunity you've given me."

>>2113589
>>"All due respect sir, I- ....WE tried our best to fend off the ambush."

>>2113589

>"Thank you Sir Reynault. I'm very grateful for this opportunity you've given me."

>>2113601
>>2113609
>>2113620

[whoops forgot to wipe my name for the last quest i ran. I might run The Land Abandoned By God Chapter 1 tomorrow alongside this. Maybe.]

"Thank you Sir Reynault. I am very grateful for this opportunity you've given me. You are too kind.", you said, holding your anger. Good men died tonight without even a chance of standing on the battlefield and this is how he react?

"That's the spirit! Listen here child, for the reward of leading the defense against the northern barbarians' ambush, you and the other surviving soldiers are exempt of the first day of battle. Rest well.....I have plans for you.", the general said before leaving with his knights.

You and the others are then escorted to a tent for treatment. Miraculously you are only left with minor cut and bruises save for the one on your stomach caused by that barbarian's kick. A purple, foot shaped bruise on your stomach stings whenever it is touched. What bad luck....

Good news though, the general dropped a pint of wine for each of the injured soldier to recover your morale so that's something.

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When you woke up the next day, the camp is empty save for a hundred or so soldiers guarding it. It seems to be the afternoon and the others have gone to war. Some of your comrades in the tent is still sleeping, some not. You realized that there is a piece of bread and meat alongside a cup of water beside everyone including you. After you finished your breakfast (lunch), you...

>Continue sleeping. Your body still hurts all over.

>Rise up and go for a walk around the camp.

>>2113630
>Rise up and go for a walk around the camp.

/fit/ advises active recovery

>>2113630
>Rise up and go for a walk around the camp.
Eat first.

>>2113630
>Continue sleeping. Your body still hurts all over.

We have a free pass for the day. Let’s make the most of it

>>2113638
I agree with eating

>>2113668
We already ate mong >>2113638

>>2113630
>>2113687
Eat more. Then sleep.

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>>2113635
>>2113638

You decided to rise up from your bed, exit the tent and go for a walk around the camp.

You see some soldiers assigned as guards sitting under the shade of trees and slacking off. Indeed being in the shades, hiding from the scalding rays of the sun in the afternoon does incite laziness in the hearts of men. They are mostly chatting about the happenings of last night, what happened, such and such. The walk was completely uneventful, and the sun's blinding light caused you to retreat into the shades of the trees again. Not long after that, you fell fast asleep.

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"WAKE UP!", a thundering voice tear you away from your deep slumber. It is already dusk and General Reynault stood before you with his grand armor now stained with blood and dirt. Behind him are knights and soldiers whom beaten and bruised, but with victorious and joyful expression. You presumed the battle had gone smoothly.

Sir Reynault motioned you to follow him, and so you did. You both accompanied by a few other knights, presumably Sir Reynault's trusted men, entered a larger, much more grandiose tent with a table and a set of chairs in the center of it. On one of the chair sits a young man, few years younger than you by the looks of it. A handsome face and shoulder length brown hair, clothed with an equally, if not much more flashy armor than Sir Reynault.

"Prince Miedas, this is the man i had told you about yesterday."

So that's the prince huh? He looks at you with disapproval, understandable as you are unbathed and still covered with bandages.

"Sigh...let's get this going shall we?", he said dismissively.

Sir Reynault, the knights, and you all sat on the chair around the table. on it is a map covering the mountainside area around here.

"Young man, I'm sure you are confused as to why you are here with us tonight. Remember what I told you about promotions yesterday? Well I'm giving you one right now! I will allow you to lead a small group of soldier alongside us knights to strike the barbarians at the heart of the mountains tomorrow."

Sir Reynault points his finger at a certain location on the map above the table.

"But first I need you to take a guess. Why do we only bring a small group of soldiers with us when we still have tens of thousands of good men ready for battle?"

>Treacherous mountain terrains.

>The barbarians have already taken a huge hit to their forces.

>To perform a surprise attack on the barbarians.

>>2113787
Hard to move large forces over difficult terrain, able to move faster, quieter, and approach without waking every slumbering ogre in the mountains, less they decide to flee if they realize they are facing unfavorable odds.

>>2113787
>Treacherous mountain terrains.

>>2113787
Likely the terrain and surprise attack both. It'd be stupid to take a small force otherwise.

>>2113787
All of the above

>>2113787
>>To perform a surprise attack on the barbarians.

>>2113787
>>Treacherous mountain terrains.
>>>To perform a surprise attack on the barbarians.

>>2113787
>>Treacherous mountain terrains.

>>2113787
Treacherous mountain terrains.
Or
To perform a surprise attack on the barbarians.

>>2113787
>Treacherous mountain terrains.

But the real answer will always be: politics.

We could also throw in, limited ability to supply that many soldiers over harsh terrain, and not alot can be spared due to ongoing battles on the front lines, etc.

>>2114017
Reckon the first one is implied by treacherous mountain terrain mate

>>2114021
devils in the details?

>>2113787

>>Treacherous mountain terrains.

>>2113787
>Treacherous mountain terrains.
>m'lord

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Op here phoneposting. Couldn't update tonight. Will update tomorrow. Enjoy this piece of meme instead.

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>>2113995
>>2114191
>>2115036

[I'm back bitches and im aiming to wrap this 1st thread up before wednesday.]

(Treacherous mountain terrains and surprise attack on the barbarians)

"If I had to make a guess it would either be because of the treacherous terrains of the mountains or we are trying to perform an ambush on the barbarians.", you answered.

"Excellent guess soldier! Indeed the mountainous terrains up north is quite difficult to traverse especially with the large amount of troops we have. The only way to bring that large amount of troops and supplies without taking no shorter than a month would be through the infamous valley in the mountains called "The Jaw of The Beast". It was named after what the barbarians believed to be the evil spirit that was locked by the gods in the mountains. It's true name never known and they simply called it "The Beast" and the valley is it's jaws agape, ready to swallow any living being that stays within it once it's imprisonment reached its end."

"Back to the matter at hand general...", Prince Miedas interrupts, his irritation clearly voiced.

"Oh yes, apologies m'lord. The reason we don't want to go through the valley is because it exposes our troops to ambush rather easily. Not to mention we won't be able to enter and exit the valley in one day, thus allowing the barbarians further advantage of a night raid."

"And the ambush part... With soldiers no more than 400 and half of the company of knights which amounts to little over 50, we will travel through a much more hidden part of the mountains. We aim to reach the barbarians' village in a span of 3 days through this path. If we took too long, the barbarians will realize something is wrong and will take the initiative to search for us instead. In the cold mountains which are their land, it would be a disadvantage to us all.", Prince Miedas explains, taking over from Sir Reynault.

"Your task here soldier, is to lead the 400 along with us knights. Of course Prince Miedas will follow too. Tomorrow, we will be heading out quietly while the other soldiers and knights continue to march around the mountain area to keep the barbarians on their toes. I have high hopes for you child.", Sir Reynault ends the strategy meeting shortly after.

[Cont.]

>>2121304

After all that, you sat along with your comrades around the bonfire, each of them bragging on how many savages they put down in combat.

"Ya saw me slicin and dicin on tha barbarian scum don't ya Merrick?"

"You? Slicin the barbarians? All I saw was you face down on the mud playin dead because yer afraid of the barbarians!"

"Hey you did it ta Merrick! Yer right beside me, prayin to god and cryin for yer mommy too I recall!"

The whole camp is filled with laughter and joy and cheers of victorious soldiers. Then, a knight called out to you telling you that Sir Reynault wants to talk to you in private.

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You reached Sir Reynault's tent and enters it. There he awaits with a grim look on his face.

"I called you here today soldier because I have something to tell you. But first, I must ask you....", Sir Reynault pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath.

"Will you, or will you not give your very life to protect Prince Miedas?"

>Yes, I will.

>I can't make any promises

>No

>>2121309
>>Yes, I will.

>>2121309
>Yes, I will.

>>2121309
No? Politics? Assassination coming?

>>2121309
>I can't make any promises
But I can assure you I will give my life to protect my country

>>2121309
Yeah, sure. Seems a decent sort.

>>2121312
>>2121313

"Yes I will, Sir Reynault.", you answered.

"That's the answer I wished for from you. Looks like my intuition is right...to choose you...."

Sir Reynault takes another deep breath and continues.

"I fear that one of us knights are conspiring to eliminate Prince Miedas. I fear that one of us are working for either one of the prince's brothers, to eliminate one of the contender froma ascending the throne. I do not know who, but I just know one of us will do it. And what better time to do it other than now, while a war is raging?", Sir Reynault ask.

"This is where YOU come in. Listen here, I suspect whoever would try to assassinate Prince Miedas tomorrow would try to separate him from the group to perform his heinous deed. I ask of you to never ever leave his side during this battle, no matter what. Do not trust anyone, and I mean ANYONE, in being alone with the prince alone without your direct supervision. You are my contingency plan in the case that i failed to protect him. Understood?"

"Yes Sir Reynault." you answer.

"Good. Now go back and get a good night's rest. You will need it."

[cont.]

>>2121340
Daybreak, the following day

Dawn came soon after and the short length of your sleep does not bother you as you had rested for the good part of yesterday. The knights, now wearing attire appropriate for going to such a cold place as do the soldiers ready themselves for the journey. Quite a number of mountain goats were bought to carry the supplies for this journey from the surrounding locales that supports Lars and are tired of the barbarians' pillaging.

Hours later, the small army set to end the war with the northern barbarians are already on the path towards their villages. The coldness of the mountains was forgiving around these times of the year. The winds are also quite calm today, yet resupplying will be pretty much impossible due to the horrible footing the passage the mountains provides. The supplies carried is also limited to food supplies as there is only so much the mountain goats can carry.

On the front are Prince Miedas accompanied by Sir Reynault followed by the knights. On the back are the 400 men lead by you. As per Sir Reynault's request, you did not let the prince out of your sight for even a single second, not that anything noteworthy had happened in the first day. Prince Miedas rest through the night alongside all of the knights so the traitor would not be able to emerge just yet.

On the second day however, the whole convoy is struck with a blizzard. Not too strong that it would be life threatening though. But something in your guts tells you that the worse is yet to come today. And that gut feeling came to fruition in but a moment. As the blizzard settles, your convoy is surrounded by snow furred hounds! It seems that all of you had stepped into the hounds' territory whilst blinded by the blizzard! And what is worse, Prince Miedas and Sir Reynault had been separated from the group!

In the corner of your eyes, the figure of Sir Reynault was spotted, and disappears as soon as it came. You....

>Stay and fend off the wolves. You are sure the prince is safe with the general. You're sure Prince Miedas is in good hands.

>Rn towards where you last see Sir Reynault. He entrusted the prince's safety to you after all and he might need help protecting the prince.

>>2121344
fk italicised everything

>>2121344

>Rn towards where you last see Sir Reynault. He entrusted the prince's safety to you after all and he might need help protecting the prince.

>>2121344
>Rn towards where you last see Sir Reynault. He entrusted the prince's safety to you after all and he might need help protecting the prince.

>>2121344
>Rn towards where you last see Sir Reynault. He entrusted the prince's safety to you after all and he might need help protecting the prince.

>>2121346
>>2121347
>>2121350

You ran towards the direction where you last saw the general. As you do that, you scream orders to the disorganized soldiers to maintain formation.

You ran into a small cave hidden by the snow and rocks. There you see Prince Miedas....on the ground. There with him is Sir Reynault, his sword unsheathed.

"Oh there you are....assassin.", Sir Reynault greets you with a smile on his face.

>"What's the meaning of this?"

>"What do you mean assassin, general?"

>"The only assassin I see here is you."

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>>2121363
Didn't see this one coming oh shieeeet.

>"What's the meaning of this?"

>>2121363
Oh didnt see that coming...why are anons so naive?

>>2121363
>Don't say anything, attack.

>>2121363
>"The only assassin I see here is you. Now Draw your blade scum"

>>2121363
>"The only assassin I see here is you."
>Write-in: "Traitor!"

>>2121363
Oh boy

The only traitor I see is you!

>>2121396
this

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>>2121412

"The only assassin I see here is you, traitor!"

You draw your sword to face Sir Reynault, both in anger and in shock of this revelation.

"Me? A traitor? Sadly that is not how Lars will remember it, soldier. I merely picked you out of all of the worthless lot I see in that camp because of your halfway decent skill in fighting. To tell you the truth, surviving an upfront battle with a savage is quite impressive. After all, there is no way someone who can't even put up a fight against a filthy barbarian kill the prince would he?", he says with a mocking tone.

"You're facing something bigger than you can ever imagine, soldier! Just lay down and die would you?"

He makes another hearty laugh while covering his face, as if he just heard the greatest joke ever made.

"Enough talk, die assassin!"

Sir Reynault lunges at you with incredible speed, his blade aimed towards you.

>>2123746
owo nat 10!

writing

>>2123747

The sound of steel clashing with steel echoes inside the cave. Surprisingly, none of you had landed a blow on one another. Even so, the swiftness and skill of Sir Reynault's swordsmanship is hard to match up with. Soon, you find yourself closer and closer to the cave's wall

"Just give up! You are merely resisting what you do not understand! Even if you win today, you will just plunge yourself and your loved ones into the abyss!", Sir Reynault shouts at you as both of your swords clash.

Before you are pinned on the wall however, you managed to sidestep him, positioning yourself directly behind him. You were not able to catch him off guard however as he swiftly countered your attempt to slice his back.

Both of you repeated the same pattern of blocking each other's strikes. In a moment of weakness however, he managed to parry your attack, leaving you vulnerable. He raised his sword for an overhead strike! But then, as if time had slowed, in a moment of clarity, you saw an opening. His stomach is wide open!

You performed a powerful kick on his belly, as what the barbarian did few nights ago on you. You did not let that harsh lesson you learned go to waste. The traitorous knight was pushed back by the sheer force of your kick, hitting his head on the wall and was disarmed of his weapon due to the impact. He lay on the ground fazed with his back leaning on the wall.

>>2123758

"Why did you do it?", you ask the general, your sword pointed towards him.

He did not give you any answer. As you are kicking his sword aside for good measure, he swiftly pulled out a dagger...

...and stabbed himself in the chest.

"Sir Reynault, no!"

You rushed at him, holding his body. He starts to cough up blood when words comes of of his mouth.

"B-boy...I...I leave the prince's life on your hand now. Y-you... promised that you will give your very own life for him....don't you?", he gives a light laugh, and then coughs up more blood.

"Listen here boy, know this, that everything I said to you back then...it was all true. I cough cough/ truly chose you...because I felt that you truly are capable in protecting him. Looks like I...wasn't wrong after all... The prince is not dead. I...merely knocked him out."

His breath starts becoming more and more irregular.

"What I'm about to tell you right now will change your life forever....so listen closely."

He leans towards your ears and whispered you something you absolutely did not expect. The revelation that was given to you left you speechless for a few moment. The only thing breaking you away from it was the realization that Sir Reynault's heartbeat is becoming more and more faint. You decided to ask him one last question.

"Sir Reynault...you did not fight me with all of your strength did you?"

He answered your question with a knowing smile, and soon, nothing but the howling of wind echoes throughout the cave.

[Chapter 1 END]

>>2123762
i sear i cannot italicize for shit

>>2123762
Oh fuck was that good

>>2123762
Oh fuck us

>>2123762
ok.now that was unexpected.(and slightly confusing)