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>>2180662
7th Kriegstrom Platoon
Comprised of the most well-armed and armoured troops, 7th Platoon offers the meanest, fiercest and, given the mortality rate, dumbest soldiers to be found in the Black Company. A more bizarre collection of fighting men and women has likely never been seen. Down-on-their-luck heroes with a magic swords and brooding pasts like Cairsun; escaped slaves with a penchant for magik like Nissar; disgruntled veterans of the Nuemunster Legions like Corporal ‘Jack’ Marcus; Scarred Wildborn ‘Smiles’ (because fighting is really all a Wildborn knows); aging Skald huscarls like Hirstun of Ligh that should have retired long ago. You even have a mute rotten undead warrior, ‘Mask’, which is one even you haven’t heard before. Nevermind the fekking Dragon.

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

Lieutenant Prince is frightfully new to his position of command, for over a decade he has skirted the line of competent NCO and someone that actual has serious responsibilities. Now, against his will, Prince has been launched into this position of power by the Captain. And with great power comes great paperwork...

The Fallen
The annals record those who have died in the line of duty under your command. Those whom you have failed.

No one yet. You have only had one engagement against an ill-prepared contingent of Tassenland recruits. You made it through that without casualties in the 7th. Hopefully the rest of your time as Lieutenant will be just as blessed.

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>>2180668
Recap

The Sack of Sarsburg was a might victory for the Necromancer. It was, aside from that one time in Far Sut Rus and that other time with the sinking ship and swarm of Wingsharks, the single most terrifying experience of your life.

But you made it through alive, your squad made it through alive. And, thanks to you, the fully half the Company (those that first breached the walls) survived mostly intact. If not for you, Lieutenant Hawk and all those in the 4th and 5th Infantry Platoons would be daemon-food by now, as well as Bad Hand and the remnants of the 7th and 8th Kreigstrom Platoons.

The Captain isn't happy that you've brought in a barn-size dragon, making it her problem as much as it is yours, but she can hardly begrudge you it after saving at least a third of the Black Company.

The Captain has her ways though, and you wouldn't believe the amount of paperwork required for the logistics of a new 7th Kreigstrom Platoon AND feeding the Dragon Asgorga.

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>>2180685
[2/2]

”You’ve been staring at that blank form for the better part of half an hour.”

Lieutenant Prince glowers at you. To the men of the rank and file that look is often enough to curb any breach of discipline. It has never scared you, but you’re not sure why. You do look down guiltily at the blank form though, you must have been close to dozing off.

Maybe because it is hard to find the man threatening when it looks like any moment the towering pile of paperwork on either side of him is going to collapse and crush him in a mountain of post-patrol reports and requisition forms.

”Go on, get out of here. I shouldn’t have expected anyone except the dead to work through Saint Matten’s Day anyway.”
You look at Lieutenant Prince hesitantly, his clean-shaven face and cropped hair ill-at-odds with the increasingly dark circles under his eyes. Eyes which he now rolls at your indecision.

”Consider it an order, then. Go on now, get.”

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> “…” You try not to jump for joy as you sprint out of the tent with the natural vigour of a child escaping an unpleasant chore. [Trooper Kid] [Smart-arse / Clever / Quick]

>”…sorry, Sir. I mean, if you’re sure? I can stay.” You’re already late for band practice. And it -is- Saint Matten’s Day. [Subaltern Saint] [Naïve / Elite / Crisis-of-Faith]

> “…Fek. YES.” Helping Prince with paperwork? You’re never going to lose cards against that man again. [Sergeant Bad Hand] [Screw-Loose / Experience / Courage]

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>It's time for black company quest

>>2180696
> “…” You try not to jump for joy as you sprint out of the tent with the natural vigour of a child escaping an unpleasant chore. [Trooper Kid] [Smart-arse / Clever / Quick]

>>2180696
>“…” You try not to jump for joy as you sprint out of the tent with the natural vigour of a child escaping an unpleasant chore. [Trooper Kid] [Smart-arse / Clever / Quick]

>>2180685
back to happier times

>>2180696
>>”…sorry, Sir. I mean, if you’re sure? I can stay.” You’re already late for band practice. And it -is- Saint Matten’s Day. [Subaltern Saint] [Naïve / Elite / Crisis-of-Faith]

How old was kid anyway?

>>2180696
>…sorry, Sir. I mean, if you’re sure? I can stay.” You’re already late for band practice. And it -is- Saint Matten’s Day. [Subaltern Saint] [Naïve / Elite / Crisis-of-Faith]

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>>2180739
A dozen summers old by the time of his induction into the Company before Sarsburg.

A little young to be smoking or kissing the youngest teenage Zakashi sister maybe, but LT Prince never caught them doing the latter so it didn't come up.

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Split Vote

First 1d100 roll under the DC gets their vote chosen.
>DC 50


>Subaltern Saint
>Trooper Kid

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>2180799
Kid

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>2180799
Kid

>>2180787
you're never too young to do anything in the company!

Probably?maybe?

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>>2180810
It is Saint Matten’s Day.

A day of gift-giving, mass and family gatherings throughout all of Neumunster. At least the good sorts that abide their worship of the Seven-hundred Saints. Even the Chevalisse do not begrudge their peasantfolk the day off.

You highly doubt the Necromancer cares one whit for the holiday. Officially, the Black Company is still on the clock. But over half the Company is made up of Neumunster-born souls, or close enough. When Troopers feel entitled to a lazy day it becomes near impossible for an Officer to get much actual work done short of an emergency or using the figurative whip.

And it’s not like the dead are going anywhere. The main force is still on the outskirts of Sarsburg picking through the ruins and raising the many unfortunates trapped within that slaughterhouse. Those present here, once under the command of Count Vermillio, are hesitant to push too far forward into enemy territory without the support of the sellswords.

So, unofficially, it’s a holiday. You struggle to keep a smile from your face in the glorious last hot days of autumn. You may be the youngest Company member, but you’ve already figured out that a smiling Trooper is an open invitation to NCO’s giving you a back-breaking, cheer-ruining menial task. It’s like they hate fun or something.

[1/2]

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>>2180825

[2/2]

In front of you a throng of Company soldiers jeer and laugh uproariously at some spectacle in front of them. From the grunts and yelps it sounds like a fight.

What a first appears to be two mud golems slinging themselves at each other is in fact two mud-coated humans wrestling in the muck.

”Gotcha!”

As you approach the slimmer of the two wraps their arms around the others midriff from behind and, using their leg to destroy the opponent’s balance, flings them bodily into the ground.

“…ooh, gods…” The defeated mudman, either Olly or Oliver Hasselhof, groans weakly.

”That’ll teach you, shit-for-brains. When it comes to fighting dirty, ain’t no one can hold a candle to White Bitch!” The triumphant victor laughs as the others pick up the loser. ”What are you fekkers all staring at? Shows over, get a move on!”

”Ah, there’s the little squirt.” The meanest NCO in the 7th Kreigstrom, Corporal ‘White Bitch’ Tara gifts you with a flashy smile as she wipes some of the muck off of her. ”That snowy-heigelen bint asked a favour of me. Said I was to see you got all washed.”

Seeing your lack of eagerness the CPL moves closer as she grabs a linen shirt off a line, not hers, and rubs her grimy face with it.

”Look kiddo, I ain’t gonna order you. But you look like a mangy-Grenn. Probably with the fleas to match.” CPL ‘White Bitch’ laughs cruelly, but all of her laughs appear to be cruel.
”Besides… there will be girrrrls.”
CPL White Bitch finishes with a drawl, muddy eyebrows bobbing suggestively.

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>”…” Yeah, no. You don’t need no wash. Use your lack of speaking and quick-feet to evade this unpleasant chore. You’ll be late to Saint’s band practice otherwise. [Quick]

>”…” Actually, you could use a wash. And you’re of that age where a creekbed full of bathing women sounds interesting for some weird reason. [Feel free to name a female Company member when you vote] [Clever]

>”…” Give the CPL a pointed look that suggests she is the one that needs a wash, not you. Besides, girls are gross. [Smart-arse]

>>2180844
>”…” Yeah, no. You don’t need no wash. Use your lack of speaking and quick-feet to evade this unpleasant chore. You’ll be late to Saint’s band practice otherwise. [Quick]

>>2180844
>>”…” Actually, you could use a wash. And you’re of that age where a creekbed full of bathing women sounds interesting for some weird reason. [Feel free to name a female Company member when you vote] [Clever]
Spitfire (if possible) else Schuster

>>2180844

>”…” Actually, you could use a wash. And you’re of that age where a creekbed full of bathing women sounds interesting for some weird reason. [Feel free to name a female Company member when you vote] [Clever] joker(though she wasn't joker here) or auntie goodkind(I want to meet the old bitty)

>>2180844
>>”…” Yeah, no. You don’t need no wash. Use your lack of speaking and quick-feet to evade this unpleasant chore. You’ll be late to Saint’s band practice otherwise. [Quick]


Kid you traitorous little shit

>>2180844
>”…” Actually, you could use a wash. And you’re of that age where a creekbed full of bathing women sounds interesting for some weird reason

Kid is/was a lecherous little fuck after our own heart.

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>>2180918
>>2180907
>>2180898

”….” Your hesitation proves fatal. If you hadn’t been distracted by the idea of bathing women you might have made a clean getaway.

”Is the LT back there alone?” CPL White Bitch asks as nonchalantly as possible. ”Just him and all that paperwork?”

You nod cautiously, just glad that you’re no longer the subject of the conversation. White Bitch flashes a hungry grin. ”Maybe after we are all cleaned up I’ll pay him a visit, help out with the forms and what-not, hey?”

You shrug, turning to take your leave. Who the heck volunteers for paperwork? It must be something that happens to the NCOs when they get the job. Getting all addled in the brain. If Sergeant ‘Bad Hand’ is any example, it only gets worse with the more stripes they earn.

A vicious hand twisting on your ear-lobe stops you in your tracks. ”I said -we- you little shit. Come along now.”

It’s very hard for a mute Trooper to whinge as CPL White Bitch drags you to the outskirts of the encampment by the river, but you manage anyway.

[1/2]

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>>2180955

[2/2]

A pair of beautiful tanned butt-cheeks catches your eye as your dragged by the scruff of your neck, better than the ear at least, to the riverbed. It’s mostly rock, perfect for sunbathing. You don’t recognise these particular buttocks, or the massive feathery hat covering the back of the head of the Company soldier that is resting contentedly in the last warm days of Autumn.

”Ohoho, what’s this then Tara? Fresh meat for the girls?” LCPL Auntie Goodkind smiles at you good-naturedly, not bothering to cover her sagging breasts as she scrubs down on the leathery wrinkled skin with the same energy she polishes her boots.

”Just make sure the little bastard gets out of her clean, alive and only partially molested. And it’s Corporal White Bitch to you, granny.”

”Ain’t no rank when we’re all butt-naked the watering hole, you cheeky gal. And you know how I feel about that name o’ yours.” Auntie tsk-tsks as she undoes your shirt buttons. ”Oh Kid, you are filthy! Let’s get you out of these flea-nests and into the water, eh?”

CPL White Bitch rolls her eyes before jumping into the creek water, muddy clothes and all. It’s always been ridiculously difficult to pull rank on Auntie except on the most formal of occasions. But the Officer’s abide it, because Auntie is essential to the Company. She’s not the fastest blade or the fiercest fighter, the best shot or natural rider. But she is the kind of person that has the patience to teach the newbies, and she remembers things about soldiering other than killing that many forget. Many is the time where she has corrected shitting holes too close to the camp lines, or got a cooking fire going when no one else had even thought to start one. Overbearing, motherly and nit-picky sure. But essential.

”Righto, moment of truth.” A bathing Caroline Schuster watches with an unnervingly singular attention as Auntie dresses you down with the determination of any parent used to dealing with unruly children. For once this dressing down is literal rather than figurative, the Auntie can have a sharp tongue when Troopers have been acting up.

The burnt half of Schuster’s crinkles as she stands up for a better look, now that your pants are off. You notice with a blush that the burns don’t end at her face. Hands her hips she leans over for a closer look, scar crinkling as her eyes widen.

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>”Hah! Durvy owes me another 10 silver! I -knew- this one was a gal all along.” [Trooper Kid is a girl]

>”Argh fek. Durvy wins for once. Who knew little boys could have such nice ponytails? [Trooper Kid is a boy]

>>2180974
>”Argh fek. Durvy wins for once. Who knew little boys could have such nice ponytails? [Trooper Kid is a boy]

>>2180974
>”Argh fek. Durvy wins for once. Who knew little boys could have such nice ponytails? [Trooper Kid is a boy]

>>2180974
>”Argh fek. Durvy wins for once. Who knew little boys could have such nice ponytails? [Trooper Kid is a boy]
WAS a boy.
He's dead now.

>>2180974
>”Hah! Durvy owes me another 10 silver! I -knew- this one was a gal all along.” [Trooper Kid is a girl]

>>2180974
>”Hah! Durvy owes me another 10 silver! I -knew- this one was a gal all along.” [Trooper Kid is a girl]

>>2180974
>>”Argh fek. Durvy wins for once. Who knew little boys could have such nice ponytails? [Trooper Kid is a boy]
It doesn't matter now does it?

>>2180974
>>”Argh fek. Durvy wins for once. Who knew little boys could have such nice ponytails? [Trooper Kid is a boy]

WAS ;.;

>>2180974
>”Argh fek. Durvy wins for once. Who knew little boys could have such nice ponytails? [Trooper Kid is a boy]

Why must you remind us of happier times Forgotten .(

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>>2181016
>>2181006
>>2180984
>>2180981
>>2180979

“Argh fek. Durvy wins for once. Who knew little boys could have such nice ponytails?” Schuster seems more than mildly put out at the discovery as you shamefacedly cover your manhood with your hands. Why is your gender always a topic of conversation in the platoon? You're a boy, Below it!

Across the shore the Zakashi sisters splash each other with water and babble in their strange Kalgarri language. One Zakashi sister in particular however, the youngest, is eyeing you with interest. The same way a dog might eye a cat hanging precariously from a branch. She's wringing that piece of linen like she's imaging it's your ponytail. Or your neck.

”Aww, it’s just a wee little pecker.” Caroline Schuster guffaws as she jokingly attempts to drag your arms away, her laugh quickly turning into a yelp as Auntie Goodkind lands a perfect lash of the whip with her wet linen.

”Away with you, ye harlot!”

”Yeah, leave him alone!” Legless Jenny shouts indignantly from the shoreline as the gigantic Lance-Corporal ‘Hard’ Hida gives her a thorough scrubdown.

”It’s not the size of the blade, ladies, but how you use it.” The bronze-skinned goddess previously sunbathing stands at the shoreline now, utterly naked except for that flamboyant hat of hers. She frowns as she dips her toe in the water, clearly unimpressed by these northerner’s definition of ‘warm’.

”Yeah well, sometimes finesse just doesn’t match up to BRUTE FORCE!” Schuster neatly spear tackles the Sabari-born Spicario woman into the water with an undignified scream. The women all laugh uproariously as Spicario shrieks indignantly and launches herself at the cackling Caroline Schuster.

And so it is that you find yourself back in the Black Company encampment shirtless and bare aside from some sandals and the ridiculous billowing white hosen that Auntie lent you. She wasn’t about to let you get back into your grimy gear before it had a decent wash. You believe she was only half-joking about burning some of it.

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>”…” You had best show up to Saint’s band practice. She’s always nice. Too nice. [Quick]

>”…” Pietre mentioned he had a game of Wendelt Fives going on. You still have some time before you -have- to be at practice. [Clever]

>”…” Is that SGT Bad Hand? What is he doing talking to that crazy cultist lady? [Smart-arse]

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>>2181045

>>2181046
>”…” You had best show up to Saint’s band practice. She’s always nice. Too nice. [Quick]

>>2181046
>>”…” Is that SGT Bad Hand? What is he doing talking to that crazy cultist lady? [Smart-arse]

>>2181046
>>”…” Pietre mentioned he had a game of Wendelt Fives going on. You still have some time before you -have- to be at practice. [Clever]
>>”…” Is that SGT Bad Hand? What is he doing talking to that crazy cultist lady? [Smart-arse]

>Kid knows how Bad hand got in with Syka

he would have made a hell of a ladys man

>>2181046
>”…” Is that SGT Bad Hand? What is he doing talking to that crazy cultist lady? [Smart-arse]

So the light-hearted Christmas episode that immediately involves the dead kids and Tara and Auntie.

Why did people choose this.

>>2181140
because they're fun characters jim.

jesus christ are you the fun police or what?

>>2181142
I can't help but wonder how Tara would have developed if Auntie lived and she didn't end up feeling so alone with the kid.

Just to fully connect the misery dots.

>>2181046
> choosing between Pietre and Bad Hand/Syka
Fek you Forgotten, you're *evil*.

>”…” Is that SGT Bad Hand? What is he doing talking to that crazy cultist lady? [Smart-arse]

>>2181046
>”…” You had best show up to Saint’s band practice. She’s always nice. Too nice. [Quick]

>>2181046
>”…” Is that SGT Bad Hand? What is he doing talking to that crazy cultist lady? [Smart-arse]

Shit, sorry.

We'll continue this next year. Trooper Kid will investigate the SGT's connection with the Necromancer's crazy younger sister and then get chewed out for being late to Band Practice.

After that, back to the grim times. This has basically amounted to a fan-service thread sans Saint and Captain anyway.

>>2181046

>”…” Pietre mentioned he had a game of Wendelt Fives going on. You still have some time before you -have- to be at practice. [Clever

>>2181316
Captain will forever be Best Girl.

Just let us waifu her you shitty dice

>Threadly reminder that Forgotten is a massive fag who made all these stupid characters and no I'm not crying fek off

>>2185281
> Asking the dice for anything

You don't learn good, hey.

>>2181046
>”…” Is that SGT Bad Hand? What is he doing talking to that crazy cultist lady? [Smart-arse]