>>2133398
>Tell him the truth
If he doesn't believe us, flee and tell him he will see in time as the king undoubtedly will try again and that he will then realise we we're right all along

>>2133398

>Tell him the truth
Why does your father want to get rid of you

Rolled 9 (1d10)

>>2133405

>>2133405
>If he doesn't believe us, flee and tell him he will see in time as the king undoubtedly will try again and that he will then realise we we're right all along
This is good.
So is the quest so far.

>>2133433

"Traitor? Sir Reynault tried to assassinate you! I saved your life!", you said replying to the prince's accusation.

"You cur! Is it not enough that you must kill that man, you must also slander him?! You damnable fool! Enough with you, die traitor!"

The prince lunged towards you with his sword, and proceed to lose his footing. He unceremoniously fell to the ground face first, making a pained grunt before trying to stand up. The general must have knocked him in the head to put him to sleep, evidenced by his lack of balance. That did not stop him however as he charged at you again, only to fall down once more. His next attempt was a bit more successful than the last as he managed to finally swing his sword at you, though it was blocked with ease.

"Do you truly believe that I could kill Sir Reynault? Me? A regular soldier killing a battle hardened veteran unscathed? Think about it Prince Miedas, there is not a sliver of hope of me doing that."

The prince's resolve is weakening. An opening presents itself and he falls to the ground with a single leg sweep. You were thinking of pointing your sword to his neck, but settled with holding out your hand for him and helping him get up instead.

"The general killed himself. Look at the wound he had on his belly. He disemboweled himself with the dagger he is holding. If i was a traitor as you had said, it would be my sword that's drenched in his blood. Also, wasn't he the last person you're with before being knocked out?"

The prince sat down while holding his head. Despair starts overtaking him...

"I know...I just could not believe it. Me and Sir Reynault was closer than you think. He was a father figure to me, trained me, and to think that he would make an attempt on my life..."

"....he said that he did it under the king's direct order. Your father. Any idea on why that would be the case?", you asked.

"My father? He hates me because he sees me as weak yes...but to think that he would actually try to end my life..."

Suddenly, a knight walked into the cave, shocked by what he is seeing. The shaken prince however recollects himself and told the knight to ignore the details for now and to deal with the general's body first.

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Sir Reynault's body was wrapped in cloth and buried in the snow for now. The mountain's climate shall preserve him to be brought back to Lars after the battle ends. The wolves have been dispatched of successfully with minimal damage suffered by the troops. The army moves on despite losing its' general. Confusion spread among the soldiers on how the general could have lost his life, but they were promised on the details after this campaign is over. With the information we have on our hand, the village of the barbarian tribe that fought against us is close. At the coming of dusk, we had already saw the wooden buildings and smokes rising ahead. On nightfall we strike.....

[cont.]

>>2135831

Few barbarians patrol around the village, it is clear that they are not expecting their very own stronghold to be sieged. Perhaps the idea of a small army sneaking up on them in the very heart of the mountain is too outrageous for their savage minds. Most of the barbarian's fighting forces however are resting, or recuperating from their injuries from the last battle. So, a rude awakening is in order, no?

>Start the attack with a good house burning

>Sneak into the village and assassinate the barbarians in their sleep

>Charge! Do no waste a single moment!

>>2135859
>Start the attack with a good house burning
Fire is great for confusing the shit out of people as they wake up.

>>2135859
>Start the attack with a good house burning
Start burning the barracks and the resting places of the soldiers first, secure the points of interest like the armory and start killing the soldiers

>>2135859
>>Start the attack with a good house burning
I like the idea of sneaking and silently killing, but a single alert would dispel the advantage, whereas a fire just gets more distracting.

>>2135942
>Start burning the barracks and the resting places of the soldiers first, secure the points of interest like the armory and start killing the soldiers
Also this.

>>2135859
Hey lads its kinda cold here. Lets start a fire to keep warm!
>Start the attack with a good house burning

>>2135870
>>2135960
>>2135942
>>2136442

The troops managed to evade whatever meager amount of patrol in the village and each lit a torch. Soon the 450 or so men with torches at hand starts lighting up nearly every building in the village, starting from the houses, then to the barracks. Smokes are rising, and every men, women and child in the village starts gathering at the center of the village. The ones who failed to get out in time however, was not so fortunate.Those in the middle of the village makes for an easy target for the soldiers and knights who have regrouped. In the midst of the panic that engulfed the people of this village, steel death comes marching towards them out of the smokes. Any who resisted was cut down to size without hesitation, and soon, the village was at their mercy.

"HALT, MEN OF LARS!", a female voice shouted.

A woman in the usual barbarian combat attire (albeit slightly more decorated) and warpaint, flanked by 2 other barbarians arrived on the scene.

"Who is this? The your chief's wench? Is he too afraid to face us while his people are being slaughtered?", one of the soldiers said aloud, mocking the woman.

"Nay! I am this village's chief! We were lead by a strong man once, my husband, but Lars sent assassins to kill him not too long ago! You drew first blood men of Lars! And now you come to slaughter us all?"

Confusion sets across the soldiers? Lars instigated this war? Were we not here to cull the barbarian because of their increasing acts of aggression?

"I did not know savages like you are smart enough to make such lies. No matter, your life is already in our hands.", Prince Miedas replied.

"Our people are proud warriors, men of Lars, and we do not lie! Even so....it is true. Our lives are in your hand. If I am to ask one last act of mercy, I will ask for a trial by combat. If we win, we will bow down to your kingdom, but with our own set of demands. If we lose, we will concede to whatever terms you will give us..."


>Yes

>Kill them all

If yes:

>Send Sir Reynault's second in command

>Send Prince Miedas

>Volunteer

>>2138260
>Write in
Why should we allow our forces to lose more men when we can end you all forever without needing to worry about any future uprisings?

..... If you can provide proof or validation of some sort for your claims we will consider your "request".

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>>2138341

"From where I see it, you have no rights to make any request or demands. Your claim on Lars drawing first blood could also be just a ruse to buy you more time.", you replied to the tribe chief.

Her facial expression did not change but it is clear the negotiation is becoming more and more tense. The rising anger of the men accompanying her is becoming more and more apparent. One of them who looks to be the youngest of the two, almost jumped for your head had it not been for the other to stop him.

"....however, if you could show us proof that Lars truly are the first aggressor, we will consider your request.", Prince Miedas said, trying to lower the tension.

"Very well...come. I will show you.", the chief motioned you and Prince Miedas to follow her.

Most of the troops stayed at the village to secure the people as hostage while ten or so knights, among them are Sir Reynault's second in command, followed you and the prince.

Along the way, you.... (Max 2)

>Make small talk with the youngest of the two barbarian following the tribe chief

>Discuss quietly about this situation with the prince

>Talk a bit with the second in command

And....

>Write in on what you want to talk about with them

>>2138461
>Write in on what you want to talk about with them
+
>Discuss quietly about this situation with the prince

How well do you know your father? What reason would he have to potentially provoke war with the kingdom of Lars? (if that is what hes called)

Maybe the while war was made so you could fall in battle while fighting them? How do you want to proceed with this? How long do you suppose we have until their main force could disengage from the from the front and reinforce the village?

https://discord.gg/sZyqJE

Discord server for future quest updates and bullying me into making one

>>2138483

You motioned Prince Miedas to walk further in the back of the group to talk to him.

"Forgive me for my rudeness, asking you to move further in the back and all, my lord but I need to ask you on a very sensitive subject. How well do you know your father?"

Prince Miedas' face which was calm now turned into a frown.

"Not much actually. He rarely talks to his sons unless it's about important matters. Usually it is for reporting to him about the success of the campaign we led and such. He was not as cold before the death of Queen Selene, my mother.", Prince Miedas answers, adding some sensitive information along the way. Perhaps he is putting a lot of trust in you seeing as you just saved him from certain death.

"And what do you think are the reasons Lars would want to provoke the barbarians?", you continued to question him.

"It baffles me too actually. Aside from increasing pillaging from them, there is no real reason to go all out and fight them this far to the north. This place does not have any notable advantages for us to acquire. The climate prevents extensive farming, and the mines are quite few. We could conscript these barbarians as soldiers of Lars, but would they be disciplined enough to join the military? The people of Lars also look down at savages from the north. Maybe all of these mysteries will be solved by itself in due time..."

Moments after that, the group reached a large pile of snow near the village.

"I knew it! You are merely stalling us you damned barbarians!", one of the knights shouted.

The tribe chief however stayed calm, and ordered her two men to dig the pile of snow. They pulled out two corpses clad in black attire.

"This is our proof. Examine it if you please..."

[Cont.]

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>>2138546

It is impossible to decide whether the paleness of the corpse is due to being preserved in the snow or it was there even befor its death, but one thing is certain, the disfigurement of the visage they possess are not inflicted to them after their death. The flesh of their face molded and distorted into something horrifying. Scar-filled body suggest a lifetime of torture and injuries, yet their body is robust and battle-ready. The only fatal injury this...thing...possess is one stab to the heart....

"You brought us here to see this monstrosity? I do not see any proof to your claim here!" Prince Miedas shouted, slightly agitated.

"On their back, there is a certain mark that I would be very sure you recognize.", she answers

Turning the body around, revealing jutting spines are a brand. This brand bears a striking resemblance to the royal sigil of Lars. The very one that is on the combat attire of the prince....

"These assassins you sent out to us moves as fast as lightning, melding into the darkness almost seamlessly. It relentlessly stalked the village for months, killing villagers and warriors, and coming back the next day unscathed, healed from all of the wounds inflicted to it in the day before. Then, two moons ago, at dusk, they attacked the village hall and murdered my husband.", the chief paused for a while....


"He however managed to kill one of them, killing it with a stab to the heart with his sword. We also found out that our tribe's relic was stolen by the other creature. We tracked it down as quickly as we can. Footprints and trails of blood were followed and a few good men died trying to retrieve the relic and kill this horrible beast."

"This proved nothing! You could just have mutilated some random villagers and branded them with Lars' royal sigil!", Prince Miedas retorted.

"Are you suggesting that we, gone out of our way to mutilate some poor soul's body, replicated your royal sigil, and killed our own leader to instigate a war with a kingdom that could easily decimate us? What would we gain from it?"

Prince Miedas and the knights were left speechless by this discovery. This is simply too much to take in all at once. Perhaps you should take over the negotiations...

>"Alright, we will keep our promise."

>"Corpses of freaks holds no weight to us. Surrender now and we may yet still be merciful to you."

>>2138551
Discuss this with the prince and hear what he has to say, also who should be the champion? Not us since we suck at fighting and Sir Reynault didn't teach us shit, or even give us better gear before playing a quick game of Sudoku.

>>2138551
>>2138553
Basically talk a bit then go with this:
>"Alright, we will keep our promise."
So I guess its more like this since I don't want to go into the trouble detailing a write in where we plan to overthrow the throne and install the prince or something and give an amicable deal to the barbarians.

>>2138554
one at a time buddy dont worry

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>>2138554

"Let's not break down just yet prince. You said it yourself, you do not know much about his majesty. What are the chances he have abominations working under him as assassins? Perhaps he aims to acquire this tribe's relic through the war all along? Either way, it is best if we settle the matter at hand first.", you said to the prince.

"Y-yes. As promised, we will agree to a trial by combat. Who do you wish to send as your champion?", Prince Miedas asked the tribe chief.

"I will-"

"No! I will be the tribe's champion, men of Lars!", the youngest of the two men following the tribe chief shouts, interrupting the older one.

"No Asmund, I cannot risk losing you too Asmund. It is enough I must lose your father. Let your uncle do it.",says the chief to the young man.

"My skill in battle is unparalleled by my peers. Are you saying this is not enough to defeat one meager soldier of Lars, mother? I have hold back for too long! These people slaughtered our men and burnt our village to the ground just now, do you not remember mother? I shall show these cowards the true strength of our tribe's warriors!", the young man replied.

The chief conceded, not able to hold back her son anymore. And so, come dawn, the duel shall start! Who will be sent to battle then?

>Prince Miedas

>Volunteer yourself

>Sir Reynault's second in command

>>2138624
>>Volunteer yourself
I haven't caught up. How well are we at fighting?
Cause if we are basic as fuck, I will go with 2nd in command. Since we can't lose the Prince. Unless he is the best fighter by far, then and only then would it would make sense.

>>2138627
Our fighting skills would be above average. Match the late Sir Reynault who is holding back. Perhaps sending a rando to his possible doom would be the best choice :^)

>>2138628
Real consequences ensuing we should send our best unknown fighter.
Who ever we know is good at fighting seeing him kick some ass.
>send the peasant or w.e with the best fighting skills.

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>>2138627
>>2138663
[You are now playing Sir Reynault's second in command, Sir Cain, an aspiring and talented young knight from a noble family]

Tomorrow is the day you shall finally prove yourself to be one of the greatest of the knights of Lars! You shall best a young barbarian in single combat. Easy enough...right?

Of course you this battle is in the bag! You've trained for years, surpassed your peers and impressed one of the most decorated generals of Lars, Sir Reynault himself! Though, his mysterious and untimely death still puzzles you. And that soldier who was suddenly given a raise to captain by Sir Reynault not too long ago got closer with Prince Miedas all of a sudden. Almost like they are friends....

Well, it matters not! Tomorrow is your victory day, and you shall spend this night with....

>Drinking some ale you confiscated from the barbarians with your comrades.

>Consult Prince Miedas on tomorrow's battle
.
>Walk around the village, perhaps there are valuables and trinkets that survived the burning.

>>2138682

> Consult.

I'm still catching up but this guy seems very duty first.

>>2138682
>Consult Prince Miedas on tomorrow's battle.
Train a little, maybe scout out the arena your going to fight with maybe ask the main charachter about the barbarian fighting style and how best to counter it

>>2138682
>>Consult Prince Miedas on tomorrow's battle.

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>>2138732
>>2138762
>>2138797

Still, there might be some useful advice you could get from the prince before going to battle tomorrow. Surely, a genius in tactics such as him would have wonderful insights on your coming battle. To his tent then shall we?

As you passed by the burnt buildings to reach the prince's tent outside of the village, an old women approaches you.

"Heheheh... so you're one of those knights of Lars are you?"

"Indeed I am a proud knight of Lars. What do you want from me?", you asked her back.

"Oh nothing, just an old woman in the cold of the night because her's got burnt to the ground...keheheh!", her random cackling is creepy...

"A little bird told me that you will be the one fighting the chief's son tomorrow."

"What does that have anything to do with you?", you question her further.

"Well.....I just happen to be this village's oracle. I could give you an augury on the battle you will be in..."

Oracle? Augury? You wonder if it's a good use of your time to listen to this hag's ramblings

>Ask for an augury

>Be on your way and ignore her.

>>2139857
Oh? And what if your interference causes said Augury?
>Ask for an augury
probably trying to mess with us, but may as well hear what shes got to say.

>>2139857
>>Ask for an augury
At first, I would be wary of the woman casting upon me.
But then I remember that I am Sir Cain, no feeble magics from an old woman can threaten my victory.
Let her have her way.

>>2139857
>Be on your way and ignore her
These things are never good news

>>2139857
>>Be on your way and ignore her.

You ever read Oedipus Rex? Macbeth? Fucking prophecies never turn out well.

>>2139857
>Be on your way and ignore her
If we take the prophesy we’ll likely lose

>>2139857
>Ask for an augury
if its negative askher if we can do anything about it

>>2139857
>>2139892
>Be on your way and ignore her.
changing my vote.

>>2139857
>Ask what it would cost.

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>>2140069
>>2140127
>>2140209
>>2140494

"Bah! A proud knight of Lars such as I do not need such superstition! I shall best that child myself without any help from you, oracle!", you said out loud.

"Perhaps it is for the best....KEHEHEHEHEH!"

She gave another hearty cackle, but this time it is different. It did not stop. It only gets louder and louder, more ear-piercing by the second. You hold both of your hand on your ears but it did not help. Her eyes turned shining red, her physique seemingly getting larger and larger, towering above you before exploding in a blizzard of crows, pecking and clawing on your skin! The pain is unbearable and soon, you were left unconscious.

-------------------------------------------

"Sir Cain, Sir Cain! What in the blazes are you doing sleeping sleeping in here cold grounds? Did the barbarian's ale knocked you out good? Hah!"

You woke up to a band of soldier merrily laughing at you lying on the ground. You had no time to be angry at them however as the event that had just transpired still puzzles you. The moon still shining bright in the sky, signifying that it hasn't been long since you are knocked out. You feel your face and skin, not even a scratch is evident on it. Was it all just a bad dream?

"What's the matter Sir Cain? Worried that your pretty noble face to be damaged? Do not worry, you're as ugly as I remembered you yesterday!"

They continued to laugh at you, and you have half a mind to publicly flog them. As planned however, you moved to the prince's tent. There, the captain and the prince is discussing something. You approached them and...

>Tell them what just happened.

>Ask the prince for his insight on tomorrow's battle.

>Write in

>>2142095
>Bring up how your son is growing and will be able to ride with the Prince in a couple of years
>Tell them that your wife is pregnant and you're excited about whether it's gonna be a boy or a girl
>Describe the meal your meemaw makes back home that's just the best, and how you can't wait to have some when you get back
>Boast about how that scruffy sheeptalker doesn't stand a chance up against your martial prowess
>Rag on the Captain of how he'd better watch out, cuz if he doesn't he might just end up getting replaced (by you)

>>2142095
>Tell them what just happened.

>Ask the prince for his insight on tomorrow's battle.
No need to choose

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>>2142305
(fine)

"My prince! I have come here tonight to ask you for your insight on tomorrow's battle. Even though a knight of Lars such as I, moreover the one who was Sir Reynault's second-in-command, could easily defeat a barbarian, much less a child! But of course, I, Sir Cain would humbly request your advise on the battle as it would absolutely help secure my already high chance of winning, my lord!"

The prince and the captain sighs at the sight of you prattling about.

"Sadly I could not give you any insight on tomorrow's battle Sir Cain. The only thing I could hope is that you would not underestimate your opponent.", Prince Miedas answers.

"Well said my lord! Before I go however, I need to consult you on something. Before I reached here, I was met with an old hag claiming to be an oracle and offering an augury for tomorrow's battle. I declined of course, such superstition does not fit a knight such as I. Then she gave me a deafening laugh and burst into a storm of crows clawing and pecking me. Yet, when I came to, I was unharmed though clearly some time had past..."

"I am not very privy on the supernatural Sir Cain. Just focus on your battle tomorrow.", the prince answer, dismissing your worries.

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It is dawn now. You stand there in the center of the village. It's inhabitant and soldiers alike gather to see this fateful duel. Will the future chief of the tribe wins and redeem the tribe, or will this be their final stand against the kingdom of Lars?

With a single blow of a horn, the battle starts. Both you and Asmund circle around, seeking an opening. You....

>Taunt him

>Strike first!

>Wait for him to attack

>>2143479
>Strike first!
Waiting is a bitch's game, and the kid taunts himself with that ugly face of his.

>>2143479
>Taunt him
If he gets pissed we can easily counter his attacks and take advantage of many openings.

>>2143479
>Strike first!
Then taunt, him for his lackluster aggression.

Rolled 4 (1d10)

(Forgot to mention that Asmund and Sir Cain both uses sword. Difference is Asmund is using a sword and shield while Sir Cain is using a longsword)

[Rolling. DC 6]

Rolled 5 (1d10)

(Forgot to mention that Asmund and Sir Cain both uses sword. Difference is Asmund is using a sword and shield while Sir Cain is using a longsword)

[Rolling . DC 6]

0/0 DC pass/fail. 3 pass/fail will result in victory or losing accordingly.

fk doubleposted
(Doesnt matter tho)

>>2143616
So it was a one round fight?

>>2143616
You charged towards Asmund with your longsword. A swing aimed for the neck misses its target, creating an opening for him. Asmund then advance to bash your head with his shield, staggering you back. What followed is a sharp pain on your legs, sliced by Asmund's sword.

The young man then raises his shield and sword and roars to the audience. The villagers who were grim at the start begins to cheer. The soldiers are restless. You then... (Success DC is 6)

>Back off and regain your footing (Reduces DC by 1, failure will adds 1 to the next DC)

>Charge towards him again while he is distracted. (Adds 1 to DC. Success reduces 1 to the next DC.)

[I'm still experimenting with the combat system. If you are new, the way this plays out is you choose and I, the QM, will roll.]

>>2143624
yee

>>2143634

0/1 DC pass/fail.

>>2143634
>Back off and regain your footing (Reduces DC by 1, failure will adds 1 to the next DC)

>>2143634
>Back off and regain your footing (Reduces DC by 1, failure will adds 1 to the next DC)

Rolled 9 (1d10)

>>2143639
>>2143641
rolling

DC 6(-1)

>>2143634
>Back off and regain your footing (Reduces DC by 1, failure will adds 1 to the next DC)

>>2143650
gonna consider 9-10 and 1-2 as crit success/fails

>>2143654
I don't think crits should be used when using low dice rolls, unless you use more than one low rolling dice.

>>2143662
Noted. Thanks for the advice

>>2143650
You use this opportunity to retreat and regain your footing as Asmund is too busy pleasing the crowd. When he realizes what you are up to, you had already regained your footing and ready to strike. This time, he is the one who charges at you. But this time, you are prepared for what's to come.

The young man, though quick on his foot and dexterous in his swings, is still wet behind the ears compared to a knight like you who had trained for years in the arts of combat and war. His swings are wild and without any form, easily dodged by someone with a trained eye such as yours.

You allowed him to make one large swing, which you evaded, and then you knocked him on the head with your sword's hilt. His body is clearly shaken by this blow, leaving him open for attacks. And attack you did! A swing from your longsword sliced a side of his stomach. The cut was not to deep though and he rises back up. You then....

>Press the advantage, give him no quarter! (+1 to the DC. Success will give you a -1 to the DC of next round)

>Play it safe. (-1 to the DC. Adds 1 to the next DC regardless of success or fail.)

[1/1 DC pass/fail]

>>2143675
oh DC 6 sorry

>>2143675
>Press the advantage, give him no quarter! (+1 to the DC. Success will give you a -1 to the DC of next round)
Fuck him up!

>>2143675
>Press the advantage, give him no quarter! (+1 to the DC. Success will give you a -1 to the DC of next round)

Are we aiming to kill?

Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>2143683
>>2143688
rolling

DC 6(+1)

>>2143818

[1/2 DC pass/fail, Round 3]

You do not intend to let him rest as you pressed the attack. A barrage of slices was delivered, but they are all blocked by Asmund who managed to raise his shield in time while kneeling down. Asmund delivers a shield bash straight at you as he springs back into the fight. You are forced on a defensive now, as his speed and dexterity that worked against himself just now are working to his advantage.

You are left with next to no opportunity to counter attack without lowering your guard. Steady as your arms are, it could not possibly hold against such relentless assault. And soon, your defense are broken. He delivers a deep cut on your shoulder. A surge of unnatural strength flows within your body, you feel faster, stronger, and everything seems to move slightly slower. (-1 DC)

>Return the flurry of swings he just gave you! (+1 DC, success will give you -2 DC next round)

>Use this newfound power to reposition yourself. (DC +2, fail will not result in a lost but a draw.)


[DC 6]

>>2143831
>Return the flurry of swings he just gave you! (+1 DC, success will give you -2 DC next round)

>>2143831
>Use this newfound power to reposition yourself. (DC +2, fail will not result in a lost but a draw.)

>>2143831
>>Return the flurry of swings he just gave you! (+1 DC, success will give you -2 DC next round)

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>2143878
>>2143998

rolling

DC 6(+1)(-1)

>>2146347
[2/2 DC pass/fail, Round 4]

With newfound vigor, you swing your longsword at an incredible speed. As if the injury that was dealt to you was nothing, you maneuver easily through Asmund's counter strikes. He was not able to exploit even a single opening as you recover from your swings in a blink of an eye. In the eyes of the audience, you were leaving after images in every step you make.

He could not withstand such terrible assault however and Asmund finally dropped his guard. You follow it with an upward slash, causing a vertical wound from the waist to his shoulder. Blood sprays out, agonized look etched on his face. Yet, he is still standing....the next bout shall decide who's the winner...

DC 6 (-2)

[There is not much choice after the next round so I will be needing 3 rolls of 1d10 from you guys. The average must surpass the DC.]

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>2146400

Rolled 7, 1 = 8 (2d10)

>>2146400
>>2146523
Other two rolls

Rolled 1, 1 = 2 (2d10)

>>2146400

>>2147244
Holy shiet, lol!

Fortunately I rolled incorrectly.

Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>2146400

>>2146400
Omg what will happrn :O

>>2146523
>>2146650
>>2147365
[3/2 DC pass/fail, Round 5, Victory!]

As expected, Asmund could not have possibly withstand such a grievous injury and still put up a fight. A blow delivered while he is shielding is enough to push him back. In just a few strikes, Asmund's guard had already fallen, kneeling at your mercy.

The battle is over. Do you execute him, or spare him.

>Finish him

>Mercy

>>2148836
whoops forgot to change my name. it's me, yo boi

>>2148842
>>2148836
>>Mercy
It's a good idea to try to build some sort of trust, and showing mercy is a good way to start.

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>>2149037

"Killing you would bring more trouble than it's worth.", you said, unsheathing your longsword.

Asmund's head is lowered in shame as he accepts his loss. There is no point in him continuing this fight, seeing as how grievously injured he is. His uncle and mother lifts him up to treat his injuries. Suddenly, an old woman that you identified as the oracle, comes out from the crowd shouting angrily.

"NO! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO KILL HIM!"

She starts chanting unintelligible gibberish, and the morning sun retreats back beyond the mountains, as if time is moving backwards. In a few seconds, the sky turns as black as night, but with only one pale, lightless moon in the sky and no glimmering stars in sight. In the darkness, you can barely make see that the old woman's body starts to grow larger just as you had saw last night. This time however, it is not just her size that increases, her overall appearance also starts to change to that of a tall gangly humanoid covered with black fur. Her face turns into that of a beast, with blood red eyes, towering over even the largest barbarian you have ever seen in your life. But before you were able to make sense out of everything, your consciousness fades to black....

[End of Chapter 2]

OP when are you continuing ?