>>2212663

[2/2]

With a sigh and a wince from the headache you have from a long night of drinking, you push yourself out of your cold cot and onto your feet. Walking by the slumbering forms of your fellow mercs, you exit out of the temporary barracks your mercenary group calls home.

The sun's no where near up, as you shiver a bit in the cold morning air, but you continue through the empty streets towards the well anyways.

One of the upsides to being up this early is the fact that there's no need to wait in line or, more commonly, fight your fellow unwashed masses to dump a bucket of freezing cold water over your head.

Only the pinnacles of luxury are afforded to you here at Blackstone Fortress...

Stripping down to your underclothes, you pull the bucket up from where its been residing in this area's aquifer for the night. Taking it into your hands, you look down at the water and the dark, slightly sunken eyes of a...
> Man
> Woman

>>2212693
> Man

>>2212693
>Man

>>2212693
>> Man

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>>2212693
>> Woman

Rolled 3 (1d12)

>>2212693
>> Man 1
>> Woman 2

>>2212693
> Man

>>2212771
Looks like we're nonbinary

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>2212771
that meant to be a 1d2.

>>2212693
>> Man

>>2212718
>>2212728
>>2212735
>>2212773
>>2212775
>>2212797

Man it is.

Writin'

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>>2212693

Man.

Dumping the entire bucket of water over your head just to get the reflection of your worn face out of view, you bite down on your lip as the shock of the freezing liquid runs down your body. After the desire to scream leaves you, you do feel a lot better considering you don't quite feel the hangover anymore nor do you feel like fresh victim of a Southern Necromancer.

It is why you do this to yourself every morning, after all.

Letting the bucket fall back down the well, you push your damp hair out of your eyes as best you can and throw your clothes back on. You're not exactly one for modesty, considering your occupation it's a pretty stupid thing to get hung up on, but you don't want to get sick before the day has even started.

Taking a deep breath of the pre-dawn air, you continue your usual early morning ritual of taking a walk through the streets of your current base of operations.

Blackstone Fortress is a lovely place if all you care about is how thick the stones are between you and the demonic horrors clawing at them are; if you're a person who wants something a bit above that bedrock level of standard its a pretty shit place. Located in the Western portion of Proelium, its far enough inland that you don't have to worry about storms off the coast, but still far enough out from the Heartlands that you're not going to get Paladins or Missionaries wandering in and preaching.

Of course, that comes with the downsides of being too far away for supplies to come by ship and having a few Paladins around would help with the rates of attrition, but you're just going to have to deal with it.

A grim frown takes your face as you walk through the portion of the Fortress where the majority of the medics and healing mages work. Broken weapons and armor litter the sides of the street, either torn out of or off the patients. Occasionally, you spot a few individuals who either died while being worked on or died waiting that the cleaners haven't collected yet.

Its with that grim sight in mind that you head back to the barracks. You're not going to get much in the way of sleep, not anymore anyways. So, you're going to have to pass the time another way.

[1/2]

>>2212914

[2/2]

No, if you're going to have to be woken up this early in the morning, you're going to be training.

Pat might recommend that you rest for the day ahead, but you didn't live this long being a merc by doing things in half measures.

So, going by that, you push your belongings around until you uncover...
> A longsword and shield
> A spear and shield
> A greatsword
> A halberd
> A battleaxe
> Other

>>2212935
> A halberd
Polearms get no love

>>2212935
> A battleaxe

We should at least keep it light if we aren't gonna rest. Unless some paladin is gonna restore us.

What the hell dude? I'm waiting for you to update Artificer Quest and here you are running a new quest without saying anything?

>>2212935
> A greatsword

Bitches love Halberds.

>>2212951
Supporting

>>2212935
>> A greatsword

>>2212935
>A greatsword

>>2212935
>> A greatsword
Yeah I'd rather not be giving head pats willy nilly

>>2212997

AQ is updating as well; running this since there was a lull on there for a while.

>>2212999
>>2213015
>>2213026
>>2213035

Greatsword it is.

Writin'

>>2213065
Don't let yourself be pressured QM. This seems like a pretty interesting qst so far.

>not halberd

you fags

>>2213076
no u

>>2213076
The Halberd's overused at this point

>>2213076
Battleaxe > homoberd

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>>2212935

Reaching down, you grab the well-worn greatsword from underneath a pile of bloodied clothes.

The blade, a weapon you commissioned when you stopped at a town with better than average blacksmiths, has seen you through many a fight. It was originally a back up for the longsword you inherited from your father, but that's a sword that's long gone... Standing up and strapping the blade to your side, you leave the barracks before you travel any further down that line of thought.

By this point, the sun is just beginning to crest the horizon, which at the bare minimum should give you some visibility to work with. Thankfully, the training grounds, a glorified circle of dirt, are both close by to your barracks and empty.

Without having to worry about hitting anyone in the middle of your swings, you do have a bit of choice in what you can do.

On one hand, you can load down your sword with weights and just practice swinging.

However, if you wanted to work a bit harder, you could envision enemies to fight and go from there; gods know you've fought enough hell-spawn to see them in your sleep.

Then again, you could see if anyone else is up at this hour to spar against.

Now what?
> Practice swinging with weights
> Envision an enemy to practice against
> See if anyone else is around
> Other

Pausing things here for dinner. Brb.

>>2213075

I've had this stewing in my head for a while, so no reason to not try it out anyways. Besides, I was usually waiting ~35 mins for replies, so I might as well make use of that time.

>>2213076
No u

>>2213124
Practicar swinging
Is this the same setting as AQ?

>>2213124
> See if anyone else is around

Envisioning an enemy won't be that useful, imo.

Incidentally, one of my favorite things about fighting with a greatsword is how deceptively fast it is. Once you get some momentum going, you're damn fast.

>>2213124
>> See if anyone else is around
Practice is better with a partner

>>2213138
I don't think there's hellknights and paladins in AQ

>>2213124
>> Practice swinging with weights

>>2213124
>> See if anyone else is around

>>2213124
>See if anyone else is around.

Not complaining about another quest, but you could try a 15 minute cutoff after you post until new votes are no longer counted.

>>2213124
>> Practice swinging with weights

Full of GUTS

>>2213124
> Practice swinging with weights

The fundamentals are usually the best to practice. If theres anyone else around they'll show up eventually.

>>2213124
>See if anyone else is around

>>2213137

Nope, brand new setting for DQ.

>>2213242
>>2213190
>>2213187
>>2213144
>>2213138

Look around and see who's in the area it is.

Writin'

>>2213190

I usually wait until I have at least 3 voters before cutting things off, though I suppose I could enact a time limit if we have this many people in the thread.

>>2213124

You've practiced swinging until your arms went numb, and you've already fought against mental imaginations of enemies you've felled, so you might as well see if any other merc has had an early morning.

With that in mind, you start poking around the training grounds. There's a few buildings for storage and the like, but all in all its a pretty bare bones setup.

You are supposed to bring your own equipment with you, after all.

Regardless, a quick walk around the surrounding area doesn't net you anything. Frowning a bit, you turn back to the arena to start practicing your swing when you run into someone you weren't exactly expecting to be up this early.

In the early morning sun, just waiting for you in the middle of the training grounds is...
> Your best friend
> Your rival
> Your fiance
> Other

>>2213283
>Other
Your boss

>>2213283
>> Your rival

>>2213283
>> Your rival

>>2213283
>> Your rival AND fiance

Tsundere waifu best waifu.

>>2213296

Perhaps in time

>>2213296
>>2213296
>>2213295
>>2213292

Rival it is.

Writin'

>>2213306
>>2213296
Ahh damn I missed the Tsundere Waifu.

>>2213296
Lessss goooooo

>>2213306
Ohh wait I didn't see that spoiler. Hopefully right?

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>>2213283

"Claire?" Calling out, you're a bit surprised to see her out this early. She's pretty much the last person you'd consider a 'morning person'. Hell, it's more of a surprise that she's a merc in the first place with how bad she is in that regard.

"Morgan," She returns your unspoken greeting, though she manages to say you name in a way that's both polite and mildly disgusted.

"What's the problem, wake up on the wrong side of your empty cot?" The brunette narrows her eyes at your implied insult, though you're definitely not going to stop there, "Or is it the opposite? Did you have half the Crow Knights keeping you up again?"

That definitely struck a nerve, as she reaches for where her mace is strapped to her side, "You seem frustrated, Morgan. You get rejected by the harlots again and now you're spoiling for a fight from someone who isn't a cheap whore?"

Taking a step forward, you start to ease your greatsword out of its place at your hip, "No, Claire, you're not a cheap whore".

There's a moment where neither of your talk, the woman silently daring you to finish that sentence.

"You're free".

With that, Claire brings up her shield and charges right at you.

Now what?
> Counter charge!
> If she wants to charge, lets see how good she is at turning
> Cheat
> Other

>>2213355
>> Counter charge!
Shoulder Barge

>>2213355
>If she wants to charge, lets see how good she is at turning

>>2213355
> If she wants to charge, lets see how good she is at turning

>>2213355
> If she wants to charge, lets see how good she is at turning

>>2213355
>> If she wants to charge, lets see how good she is at turning

Rolled 93, 29, 66 + 5 = 193 (3d100 + 5)

Dice rules are as follows:
> Best of three d100s for basic rolling
> Aptitude and skill relevance will either add a bonus or penalty to the roll
> Rolls must meet or exceed the DC to be considered a success
> Natural 1 rolls are crit failures and overwrite the other two rolls.
> Natural 100 rolls are crit successes that will provide some additional positive outcome to the given situation if relevant.
>Natural 100 rolls can be banked, turning them into normally successes, allowing the players to negate a natural 1 roll further down the line. You can bank three of these.
> DC's will be adjusted to fit the situation. If the players have a viable/creative plan, specifically exploit a weakness, perform well on optional prerequisite rolls, etc. the DC will be lowered.

>>2213373
>>2213384
>>2213392

Dodge it is,

> Roll me three 1d100+5's please

Rolled 53 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2213397

Rolled 9 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2213397
NAT 1

Rolled 13 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2213397

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>2213397

>>2213399

That's a 58 versus 98, Failure.

Writin'

>>2213415
FUCKKKKKK

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>>2213355

Your usual strategy when faced with an armored enemy charging for you is to do a minor bit of 'cheating' then attack while they're confused as to what happened. Of course, you're currently on the training grounds and not on the battlefield, and as such you should probably stick to the basics to improve.

With that in mind, you wait for Claire to close in and tense up. As she comes within swinging distance, you dart to the side where her own shield should create a blind spot.

Of course, despite the animosity between the two of you, you're very much aware of the fact that Claire is a very battle-hardened woman. So you're not entirely surprised when she brings her shield around and clips you as you pass.

Rolling with the attack, you bring your greatsword around to counter, but her shield intercepts it cleanly.

The two of you lock eyes as you press against her guard, her expression unchanging as she bulks you off her.

Stepping out of her mace's range, you consider what to do next.
> Press the attack, don't let her gain momentum
> Stay back and wait for her to commit
> Try to bait out her shield
> Other

>>2213469
>> Stay back and wait for her to commit

>>2213469
>Press the attack

>>2213469
>> Press the attack, don't let her gain momentum

Rolled 72, 58, 83 + 5 = 218 (3d100 + 5)

>>2213476
>>2213474

Press the attack!

> Roll me three 1d100+5's please

>>2213469
>> Press the attack, don't let her gain momentum

Rolled 11 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2213485

Rolled 63 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2213485

Rolled 87 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2213485
Man, Claire is rolling well.

>>2213494

Makes sense, considering you're attacking a shield head on.

Although, that's a 92 versus 88, Success.

Writin'

>>2213494
We're one and one right now. We're rolling well too.

>>2213469

This isn't the first scrap you and Claire have gotten into, and while neither of you exactly keep score she'll be an absolutely smug bitch if she manages to make you conceded without taking a scratch.

With that in mind, you decided to take the initiative this time. Lunging forward, you bring your greatsword up and over your head, narrowing your eyes as you watch Claire match your speed and bring her shield up to block.

So, instead of committing, you bring the long blade around and swing for her unprotected side. To her credit, she manages to get her shield around in time, your sword throwing up sparks as it scrapes against the heavy metal obstacle.

Claire follows your sword, swing her shield out in hopes of knocking your weapon right out of your hands. She's tried this trick before, and this time you're ready for her as you loosen your grip enough to let your greatsword spin between the palms of your hands.

You can't help the satisfied smirk on your face as your rival realizes she's just put you into the perfect stance to attack again while her shield is out of position. Claire grits her teeth, bringing her mace around fast enough to catch your sword just below the teeth.

The advantage is with you at this point, as while she was able to bring her weapon around to block your own, the shield maiden has put herself into an awkward stand; one you can easily press through. Acting in desperation, Claire swings her shield as a weapon, the thin edge of it aimed right for your head.

Of course, with how heavy the shield is, its rather easy for you to duck under the telegraphed attack, a quick jab that cuts a few strands of hair away from her braid before she can fully raise her guard.

Both of you jump back to gain distance at this point, just silently glaring each other down.

Now what?
> Call things here
> Test her defense one last time
> Bait her into over-committing on an attack
> Other

>>2213557
>> Bait her into over-committing on an attack

>>2213557
> Bait her into over-committing on an attack

>>2213565
Seconded. She seems like shes on the back foot and might do something rash to regain the initative

>>2213557

>>2213557
>> Bait her into over-committing on an attack
Sorry, forgot vote.

Rolled 31, 57, 2 + 5 = 95 (3d100 + 5)

>>2213583
>2213583
>>2213575
>>2213573
>>2213565

Bait it is.

> One last round of 1d100+5's please

Rolled 25 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2213587
Losing your nerve, Claire?

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>2213587
Got you now bitch

Praise the dice gods!

Rolled 91 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2213587

>>2213596
BAITED

>>2213596
LESSSSS GOOOO

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>>2213596

That's a 96 versus 62, Success.

Writin'

We need to tug Claire's braid. Vigorously.

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>>2213557

Lowering your greatsword to the point where the very end of it is touching the dirt, you fix her with a lazy smirk, "What's the matter, Claire? Are you losing your nerves, or are you just trying to play hard to get?"

Claire's eyes narrow into slits, and with a battle cry she flies at you with mace ready to smash you right in the face.

Which is, of course, exactly what you want. Switching your grip around so that you've got one hand on the hard edge of it and the other right below the guard, you easily duck below her wild attack. Utilizing her own momentum against her, you smash the pommel of your greatsword right into her stomach, Claire wheezing as all the air rushes out of her.

Taking advantage of her stunned state, you swipe her legs from out from under her and throw her into the dirt onto her back. She recovers just in time for you to put a boot on her breastplate and bring your blade up to her neck.

"Alright, alright!" A voice calls out, snapping the two of you towards the source.

A single man walks into the training grounds, inadvertently letting you know that there's more than a few people who came out to watch your spar sometime after it started, and looks at the two of you with a light frown, "Claire, Morgan, I should have known that it was you two beating the shit out of each other first thing in the morning".

"Pat," Nodding to the man, you slowly remove your blade away from her throat and your boot from her chest, "I thought you were busy with a meeting this morning?"

"I was until I got message that two of my best mercs were having a 'spar' with live weapons," He glares at you and, after she gets back to her feet, Claire as well, "I'm aware there's no real rules to the training grounds, but I expect you two to have the minimum level of intelligence to not try to kill each other; especially when you're not wearing your armor, Morgan".

Neither you nor Claire speak up, waiting for Pat to finish up his mild rant. Unfortunately, he's clearly expecting some kind of response.

Your response?
> "Won't happen again"
> "We were just practicing in case I lost my armor or couldn't get it on in time for combat"
> "Oh, that's right; I beat you without armor, Claire"
> Other

>>2213674
>> "Oh, that's right; I beat you without armor, Claire"

>>2213674
> "Oh, that's right; I beat you without armor, Claire"

>>2213674
>> "Oh, that's right; I beat you without armor, Claire"
>Next time i'll wear armor when cleaning her clock boss.

>>2213674
> "Oh, that's right; I beat you without armor, Claire"

>>2213674
> So who were you betting on boss?

>>2213643
Naw, we approach victory with integrity

We can do that if or when we wife her up tho

>>2213674
> "Oh, that's right; I beat you without armor, Claire"
Don't be ridiculous, Pat. You know both of us are good enough that we'd have a hard time actually managing to kill each other. Hell, we've fought so many times there wouldn't anyone better to watch our ba-

I mean, uh, good thing you were wearing that armor, Claire - you were a right pushover!

>>2213749
Actually change >>2213734 to supporting this

>>2213688
>>2213700
>>2213702
>>2213733
>>2213734
>>2213749

Can't resist the chance to gloat.

Writin'

>>2213674

Glancing down, you note that Pat's right: you just beat Claire without your armor on. Which means that you get to be a bit of a smartass.

You don't fight the shit-eating grin that comes onto your face as you open your mouth, "Oh, that's right; I beat you without armor, Claire".

Pat blanches while Claire looks entirely outraged. Giving the defeated shield maiden a smirk, you turn back to your boss, "Don't worry; next time I'll wear armor while cleaning her clock".

"Morgan..." Your glorious leader rubs his brow, clearly not too happy with your shit, "That's not the point and you know it. We've got a job to do, and if one of your fucks up and nicks the other in the wrong way you're not going to be able to do it. And if you can't do your bloody job, then we're probably all going to get killed. Or worse, we won't get paid".

"Don't be ridiculous, Pat. You know that we're good enough that landing any kind of clean blow, never mind a lethal one, is incredibly difficult. Hell, we've fought so much there's no one else I'd trust to fight bes-" At that, you cut yourself off. Your leader and your rival both give you curious glances, but apparently neither one decides to comment on it.

"Whatever, we've got a job to do. So grab some breakfast, without throwing it at each other, and get ready to go".

Turning on his heel, Pat leaves the training grounds without another word. You want to ask him who he bet on, but unfortunately you can't get it off before he's gone.

That is, until he answers your question without saying a word as he slaps a few coins into another guy's hand on the way out.

"Son of a bitch..." Sliding your sword back into its sheath at your side, you start walking off with Claire hot on your heels towards the mess hall.

"What? Pat bet against you?" Ever the perceptive one, she's apparently completely recovered from you whacking her, "Doesn't matter; what was that bit at the end there? You only trust me to watch your back?"

Your response?
> Stay silent
> "Yeah; gotta keep the weakest link close in case she fucks up"
> "You must have heard wrong"
> Other

>>2213867
> "You must have heard wrong. I wasn't talking about you, i-i-idiot!"

>>2213867
>"You must have heard wrong"
The twist is that WE are the tsundere rival.

>>2213867
>> "You must have heard wrong"

>>2213867
>> "You must have heard wrong"

>>2213877
I can live with this

>> "You must have heard wrong"

>Trying to waifu the first woman we see
Fucking Disgusting Degenerates.

>>2213900
How new to this board are you?

>>2213877

This wasn't something I planned for, but is still hilarious anyways.

>>2213876
>>2213881
>>2213877
>>2213892
>>2213899
>>2213900

Get your ears checked.

Writin'

>>2213867

You honestly can't believe you let that slip, "You must have heard wrong".

"Hmm?" Claire glances at you, a smug look on her face, "I could have sworn I heard something along the lines of 'Oh, I'm so glad Claire is there to watch my back~'"

"Eat a dick, Claire," Huffing a bit, you try to keep your face as straight as you can, "Or suck one; whatever gets you fucked faster".

That gets her off your back, a frown creasing her face as she backs off.

The two of you walk in tense silence to the mess hall; for a moment, you regret saying that before you crush that errant thought.

Entering into the hall, Claire brushes past you to get on line for food. After a moment, you do as well.

After waiting for a few minutes, you receive your bowl of slop and look around the room for a place to sit.

Pat's here, eating his 'food' while looking over what's clearly a contract.

Claire's off on her own, as usual, eating while looking as unapproachable as possible.

There's a few other mercs from your group at another table, you don't really know them too much since they're ranged attackers and you spend absolutely zero time at the back line.

Now what?
> Eat with Pat
> Eat with Claire
> Eat with your fellow mercs
> Eat by yourself

>>2213970
>> Eat with your fellow mercs
Here's your chance to get a ranger waifu anons Or Maybe Ranger Dutch

>>2213970
>Eat by yourself

>>2213943
It's purely so she doesn't get full of herself, of course. Someone needs to deflate that big head of hers, otherwise she might get hur- I, I mean, get one of our allies hurt. That's why we need to cover her back - because there's no one else we'd trust to watch over- that is, to be able to weather the consequences of all her fuck-ups.

Y-yeah. It's not like she's only one we have left that can fight on our level or anything. We're just a little tired of befriending our comrades, only to see their faces on the funeral pyre days later.

>>2213970
>> Eat with your fellow mercs

>>2213970
>> Eat with your fellow mercs
Lets meet the squad

>>2213979
>> Eat with your fellow mercs
Let's socialize and see if we cant make our own band of merry men and scoundrels

>>2213989

Morgan's personality is developing nicely.

>>2213979

I'm going to try to avoid reusing characters.

>>2213979
>>2213994
>>2213995
>>2213999

Let's meet the rest of the team.

Which I now have to make, thanks anons

Writin' after some photo editing

>>2214009
They're just Archers anyway. We won't be fighting with them too much

>>2214009
Love you too OP

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>>2213970

You decide, after some deliberation, to go take a seat next to the back line guys.

Sitting down, most of them don't acknowledge your presence, but two do.

Will, sharp as ever, nods silently before poking at his slop with a wooden spoon. You've worked with Will before, if only shortly, since your magic worked well with his role of scouting. He doesn't say much, he certainly hasn't said anything to you, but considering he's supposed to be a sneaky bastard no one minds.

"Morgan, right?" Turning to the other individual who isn't talking to someone else, you find yourself looking at your group's enigma: Anri. No one has seen Anri out of armor, even while asleep, so no one's really certain what bits he, or she, is packing. Personally, you have ten silver running on it being a her, because it's always a chick under the armor.

"Yeah, we had a guard shift together back on the road here," You look down at your sorry excuse for food and start miming Will.

Anri, on the other hand, has already finished eating. Not sure how the fuck she managed that, both in the fact that she's wearing a full helmet currently and how she kept it all down.

"That was a pretty impressive duel this morning," Anri continues on, Will looking up curiously at the mention of your fight, "It isn't often we see Claire dueling someone".

Your response?
> "Is it?"
> "She should; she needs the practice"
> "Who'd you bet on?"
> Other

>>2214114
>"Who'd you bet on?"

>>2214114
>> "She should; she needs the practice"
>> "Who'd you bet on?"

>>2214114
>"Is it?"
>"Who'd you bet on?"
It's poor form to talk shit about someone behind their back.

>>2214114
>> "She should; she needs the practice the baka"
>> "Who'd you bet on?"

>>2214114
>"Who'd you bet on?"

>"Who'd you bet on?"

>>2214123
>>2214128
>>2214141
>>2214146
>>2214148

We ask the important questions. Namely, where did you put your money?

Writin'

>>2213908
A virgin anon-chan. Be gentle or atleast use lube pls.

>>2214162
Well, welcome to hell, newfag

>>2214114

"She should; she needs the practice," With a small scowl, you scoop up the first serving of your breakfast and shovel it into your mouth, and instantly regret it, "Whatever. Better question is who did you bet on?"

"Uh..." Anri hesitates, which honestly tells you all you need to know. You look over to Will, who just stares back at you for a few seconds before shrugging.

"Honestly, did anyone bet in my favor?" Your scowl deepens slightly, despite the fact that you're trying to not let it affect you, "I should go join up with whoever those guys were that bet for me back in the training arena; at least they have faith in me".

That gets a laugh out of Anri, who just shakes her head, "Most people saw you weren't wearing armor and figured you were going to go down with the first hit. The ones that bet on you were probably just playing the odds".

You just shake your head, "None of you have any faith in me, huh? Well, screw you all".

Even Will snickers at your dramatic comment, the conversation lulling to silence as you all attempt to stomach your breakfast.

Halfway through your bowl, someone flies into the mess hall, drawing the attention of everyone who isn't already talking to someone. The runner whispers something harshly to Pat, who snaps something back. With a slight nod, the runner, well, runs out again.

Your boss stands up and walks briskly over to your side of the room, neatly catching the attention of everyone, Claire included.

"Get your armor, get your weapons; we've got a fight coming up".

With that, Pat walks off, probably to go organize whatever is coming up.

You rise from your seat and...
> Head after Pat, might as well see what's happening
> Head to the barracks, time to get geared up

>>2214190
> Head to the barracks, time to get geared up
We can try talking to him afterwards, dont wanna get caught off guard if we spend too much time chatting.

>>2214190
>> Head to the barracks, time to get geared up

>>2214190
> Head to the barracks, time to get geared up

>2214190
>> Head to the barracks, time to get geared up

>>2214190
> Head after Pat, might as well see what's happening

So that we know what to prepare for.

>>2214213
>>2214211
>>2214200
>>2214197

Grab your gear.

Writin'

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>>2214190

You're tempted to go after Pat and see what's going on, but its not very often that he calls for a rapid deployment and the number of things this could be caused by are not many.

So, you follow along with the rest of your group, Claire included, out of the mess hall. The scene outside doesn't help your nerves as you're not the only team of mercs being called into action right the hell now, as the streets are filled with mercs scrambling to get ready.

With a new sense of urgency, the lot of you sprint for your barracks. All of you get to your cots, and you reach under it to grab your armor.

Its an old set of armor, with multiple scars and scratches marring its surface. Even so, the armor has served you through many battles; with any luck, it'll serve you through yet another one.

Pulling the straps tight against you, you make sure that everything is properly in order before slipping your helmet on.

Standing at attention, you're now in the phase of waiting for Pat to arrive with whatever the hell it is you're supposed to be doing.

"You still have that armor?" Claire speaks up from next to you, her voice slightly muffled behind her own helmet, "I thought you got a replacement set a while ago?"

Your response?
> "I don't replace what's not broken"
> "I don't get hit enough to have to constantly replace my armor, unlike someone I know"
> Stay silent
> Other

>>2214291
> "I don't replace what's not broken"

>>2214291
>> "I don't replace what's not broken"
plus it looks cool as hell

>>2214291
"Unlike you, I don't have to replace my armor every time my ass gets fatter. Would it kill ya to do some squats?"

>>2214291
>> "I don't replace what's not broken"

>>2214291
>"I don't replace what's not broken"

>>2214291
> "I don't replace what's not broken"
> "I don't get hit enough to have to constantly replace my armor, unlike someone I know"

Porque no los dos?

>>2214332
>>2214322
>>2214314
>>2214313
>>2214309
>>2214307

It's that old saying, if it ain't broken... Oh, and you're getting fatter again.

Writin'

>>2214348
>and you're getting fatter again
savage

>>2214348
Eh, more cushion to soften blunt force blows. I aint even mad

>>2214369
Why would you be mad at the Thicc Tsundere

>>2214373
Well I read into OP's post wrong, I thought we were getting fat. D'oh
And naw, as long as the fat is where its supposed to,
I LICC the THICC

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>>2214291

"I don't replace what's not broken," Raising a gauntlet, you give it a once-over and form a fist, "Besides, I'm used to this armor so I'd rather not give it up unless I have to; plus, it looks cool".

Claire snorts, shaking her head underneath her helmet, "Sure it does".

"It does," Glancing down at the brunette, you give her an exaggerated look over, "Are you getting fatter? Looks like you had your armor modified again".

The punch to your side is greatly lessened by the fact that you're in your armor, but it was definitely worth the minor pain as Claire fumes beside you, "S-Shut up, Morgan. I have no needed to get my armor modified, thank you very much".

Her protests don't stop you from snickering at her reaction, though her second attempt to punch you is interrupted by Pat sprinting into the barracks and reaching for his armor.

"Sir," Anri speaks up as your leader gets into his combat gear, "What is our target?"

"Scouts on the northern line have spotted a Hell Gate opening," No one says anything, but you can feel the murmur of concern in everyone in the room, yourself and Claire included. If a Hell Gate is seriously open in the area... Well, you have maybe half a day to close it or you're all going to be dead, "We're being sent in with the 27th Crow Knights, and as many mercs as they can carry, to take that Gate out. Now, get your gear together you Dogs! We've got a battle to win!"

> And that's where I'm going to end things for tonight, as its currently 1 am for me. I'll be continuing things tomorrow, so I hope to see you all there.
> In the meantime, how have you enjoyed this quest? It's something I've had in the back of my mind for a while now, and I've had fun putting it to paper.

>>2214433
Can't wait to see Hellknights and Paladins. Also a question but do we have magic? You mentioned us using it with Will.

>Anri's defiantly a guy. QMs trying to trap us

>>2214433
It was fun. I look forward to being Claire's tsundere love interest.

>>2214433
Being a Tsundere love interest is a refreshing change from being a thirsty autist MC.

Guys, guys, guys, what if...
We were both tsunderes?

On a serious note, I hope neither of the characters degrade into simplistic anime archetypes.

I'm back now, next update will be coming out shortly.

>>2214447

You do have magic, you'll be finding out exactly what flavor of magic during the fight.

You'll just have to wait and see then

>>2214850
>>2214859
>>2214862

Morgan being a tsundere is a hilarious character trait.

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>>2214433

The Crow Knights were, well, sworn Knights to Kingdoms in the South that utilized Giant Crows as their mounts. With a mix of melee and ranged weaponry, the Crow Knights act as skirmishing units to harry and harass enemies then leave before they could retaliate.

Usually, though, they're for carrying around other groups of troops or occasionally ferrying VIPs from place to place; a role you know each and every one of them hate. They act tough, but their bitching is mostly because they're a bunch of whiners who can't handle their drink.

Thankfully, you're no where near the rider, as you're firmly seated on, depending on who you ask, what's either a kludged together deathtrap or a massive pile of dead weight.

You're currently riding in wagon without wheels, or a 'basket' as the engineers refer to them as, with a collection of ropes holding up the corners that's firmly within the grasp of the Giant Crow transporting you towards the faintly pulsing Hell Gate off in the distance.

It's a lovely day out, you note, which is really a mocking twist of luck on the part of the gods since a lot of you are about to die.

Across from you sit Anri and Will, doing yet another check of their various equipment and weapons.

Up by the front, Pat's leaning out of the basket as far as he can get away with to get a better view of the coming battlefield.

Finally, Claire's sitting at the back just watching the rocky mountain forest below you go by.

You've checked your greatsword for damage or rust for the fifth time this flight, and you're starting to get a bit fidgety with the nervous energy in your veins. Might as well do something while you're just waiting to get to the fight.
> Talk to Anri and Will
> Talk to Pat
> Talk to Claire
> Stay silent

>>2214925
> Talk to Pat

>>2214925
>Talk to Claire
what's our respective kill count for the fiends?

>>2214925
>> Talk to Pat

>>2214963

For Morgan and Claire you mean? Both have been through several campaigns, so the answer is 'lost count'.

>>2214968
>>2214946

Pat it is.

Writin'

>>2214925

After a few seconds of thought, you get up in a low crouch and carefully walk over to where Pat is.

Your boss glances over at you before turning back towards the coming battle, "Hey Morgan".

"Hey Pat," Sitting down next to the guy, you note that he's clenching and unclenching his fist, "...Nervous?"

Pat looks back to you, just barely hearing your hushed tone, "...Yeah".

He sighs, deflating a bit and turning towards you properly, "I'm not going to lie to you, Morgan, this is going to a brutal fight. We've got a fair amount of mercs, yeah, but we've only got a handful of Mage Squads and look at where the Gate is: a massive flatland with no terrain whatsoever".

Glancing over, you note that he's right; the Hell Gate is right in the middle of flatlands.

"It's going to be a slaughter, Morgan, and we're going right into the meat grinder," Pat looks away from you again, clearly not wanting to show weakness to you or anyone else in the group.

Your response?
> "One step at a time, Pat"
> "You've got me and Claire; we've got this"
> "You can't save everyone, but we'll try as hard as we can"
> Other

>>2214996
>> "You can't save everyone, but we'll try as hard as we can"

>>2214996
>"One step at a time, Pat"
>"You can't save everyone, but we'll try as hard as we can"
Everyone here signed up for this, Pat. Only an idiot doesn't realize they might be selling away their life when they become a sword-for-hire. Sure, no one HOPES to die, but we all knew it could happen one day.

So don't kill yourself over us dying, or all we'll get out of it is one less man on the field. And we need our glorious leader most of all, or we're all dead for sure. Who else is there who could get everyone to do what needs doing?

how's magical supports' concealment spells?

and I suppose a convenient karst complex below earth would be too much to ask for.

also, as a wise man once said and wrote down: if it will blow a hole in the ground, it will double as an entrenching tool

>>2214996
>"You've got me and Claire; we've got this"
>"You can't save everyone, but we'll try as hard as we can"

>>2214996
>"You've got me and Claire; we've got this"

>>2214996
>> "You can't save everyone, but we'll try as hard as we can"

>>2215017

Mage Squads that specialize in destroying Hell Gates are almost entirely composed of mages with a focus on long range, high damage spells. So in terms of concealment spells? Almost none.

You're currently flying right into enemy-held ground; you can't play defensively against a Hell Gate otherwise you'll just get overrun.

And lastly, you're in pretty mountainous terrain, so the bedrock layer is relatively high; any trenches made will be rather shallow.

>>2215014
>>2215016
>>2215028
>>2215049
>>2215062

Morgan attempts a pep talk.

Writin'

>>2215070
Man, if we had some horse archers a la the Mongols, whew lads.

Pack your bags homies, we re dining in hell tonight

>>2214996

Sighing a bit, you take a moment to consider what to say. You're not one for pep talks, your version of 'cheering up' involves several mugs of alcohol, but you suppose you could make an attempt at it.

With a bare flicker of your magic, a small light flies in front of Pat's face, snapping him out of his thoughts. Grabbing his shoulder tightly and turning him around, you clear you throat, "I know it's not easy, Pat, but you can't save everyone. We're probably going to lose people, and that hurts, but everyone here signed up for this position; to be under your command. We know the stakes, we know we're selling our lives away here, and we know that it'll probably kill us one day. Granted, no one wants to die, but we're aware of the reality of our situation. So, we'll try as hard as we can to keep everyone together, but we need you Pat to keep your shit together and lead us to victory. Besides, you've got me and Claire; we're going to cleave these monstrosities into oblivion".

Pat's silent after you stop talking, clearly thinking things over. He's about to open his mouth to reply when a bell next to the two of you starts rapidly ringing.

With that, your boss is back to his usual attitude, "ALRIGHT, GET READY TO DROP YOU DOGS!"

A triumphant battle cry resounds from the group as you all get ready to go.

The Crow Knight swoops down and bleeds off speed as fast as he can, giving you the chance to vault over the side. With a slight grunt, you absorb the several meter drop without issue and draw your sword. You're in enemy territory now, and getting attacked right after a drop is fairly common.

Pat lands beside you, already motioning for you all to get to the treeline, "MOVE, MOVE, MOVE! OUT OF THE OPEN!"

With a quick run, the lot of you take off while the Crow Knight bugs out. Breaking the treeline, your boss is already getting you all organized and ready for a fight. You're sent off one by one, until Pat gets to you. He puts you with...
> Claire
> Will
> Anri
> Himself

>>2215087

Thank you for giving me an idea for what the Eastern Knights are going to be focused around, anon.

>>2215097
>> Claire

>>2215097
>> Claire

>>2215097
>> Anri
No sense on putting the 2 best together

>>2215097
> Anri

>>2215097
>> Anri
Actually changing to this since Anon's right that they shouldn't put the best two together

>>2215123
>>2215117
>>2215110
>>2215107

Going to tie break in 5 mins.

>>2215130
>>2215123
>>2215117

Nevermind. Anri it is.

Writin'

>>2215097

"Morgan, stick with Anri and our ranged support. I need you to make sure they don't get jumped while we hike. You're the tip of the spear; break their lines".

"Yes sir," With a quick salute, you head over to where Anri is drawing a longsword and shield.

"Surprised to see you here, Morgan," She looks over where the ranged mercs are checking over their heavy crossbows, "But I'm glad to have you anyways".

Drawing your greatsword, you tap it against the ground, "I'll do what I can to make your lives easier".

With that, the lot of you start marching. Everyone's head is on a swivel, as walking through a demon-infested forest is about at the bottom of the list of things you'd want to do.

You don't see anything yet, but that's not always a good thing.

You could go ahead of the group and scout things out before they get there. You'll be on your own, but you won't have to worry about anyone else getting hurt if you get into a fight.

Or, you could stay back in formation. You'll have their fire support, but there's a better chance of all of you getting ambushed.

Now what?
> Scout ahead
> Stay in formation

>>2215168
>> Scout ahead

>>2215168
>> Scout ahead

>>2215168
>Scout ahead

>>2215180
>>2215176
>>2215173

Scout ahead it is.

> Roll me three 1d100+2's please

Rolled 82 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

>>2215185
Its time for singles again

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>2215185

>>2215185

Rolled 9 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

>>2215185

>>2215188

That's an 84, let's see what you see.

Writin'

>>2215099
CATAPHRACTARII IN THE HOUSE BITCHES

Rolled 37, 97, 52 + 5 = 191 (3d100 + 5)

>>2215168

Silently motioning your intentions, Anri nods in approval and you take off.

Without the rest of the slowing you down, you make good time through the rocky forest. Even the medium armor you're wearing doesn't slow you down, as you've grown accustom to the weight from the years you've been fighting in it.

Your pleasant stroll comes to a stop and you duck behind a nearby tree as you pick up the subtle sound of something moving around. After a few seconds of waiting, you're rewarded for your patience as two undead humanoids shuffle into view.

They're wearing the tattered remains of armor, and are both grasping spears in their hands.

A quick look around tells you that its just the two of them, for now. The sounds of battle might attract other of their kind, or they may have other waiting in ambush.

Or, they could be an isolated pair vulnerable to a sudden attack.

Honestly, there's a lot of things they could be, and you have a fair amount of options when it comes to finding out what exact the situation here is.

Now what?
> Take the two spearmen out with a surprise attack
> Try to sneak around to check if there's more
> Wait for Anri to catch up
> Use your magic to try to bait the ambush
> Other

>>2215247

>Magic the trap

but make it seem like it came from opposite our hiding place

>>2215247
>Try to sneak around to check if there's more

Could be a trap

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>2215257
>>2215295

Rolling to tie break.
1. Magic
2. Sneak

>>2215257
>>2215295

Magic it is.

> Roll me three 1d100+5's please

Rolled 78 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2215335

Rolled 47 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2215335

Rolled 39 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2215335

>>2215344

That's a 83, Success.

Writin'

>>2215247

After some thought, you decide to simply trip the ambush yourself.

After all, very rarely is the bait expected to a trap in and of himself.

With that in mind, you stand up and casually walk right into the open. The two spearmen moan as you approach, their tattered arms swinging their weapons right at you.

But you ignore this, not even bothering to raise your sword as you continue your march.

As one, the spearmen lunge forward, accompanied by two bolts that tear through the foliage; all four strikes puncture straight through your chest.

You hear a distinctly confused sound coming from where the other two must be just out of sight as your illusion dissipates around the two spears, you yourself circling around the area while invisible.

It's a common trick for yourself, one you've used so many times you've lost count, but it's also one that very much works.

The advantage is very much in your favor now; this is the time to strike.
> Ambush the spearmen
> Ambush the crossbowmen

>>2215377
>> Ambush the crossbowmen

>>2215377
>Ambush the crossbowmen

>>2215377
Xbow

>>2215381
>>2215380

Crossbowmen it is.

> Roll me three 2d100+5's please

Rolled 8, 89 + 5 = 102 (2d100 + 5)

>>2215404

Rolled 85, 2 = 87 (2d100)

>>2215404

[??? ACTIVITY]

Rolled 70, 76 = 146 (2d100)

>>2215404

Rolled 24, 79 + 5 = 108 (2d100 + 5)

>>2215404

>>2215414

That's a 94 versus 85, Success.

Writin'

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>>2215377

You decide on killing the crossbow users first. Once they're gone, cleaning up the spears won't be an issue.

Slinking through the forest like a wraith, you find the first of your victims clumsily attempting to reload its weapon.

It never gets a chance to get any further, as one armored hand reaches out and grabs it by whats left of its face, dragging it forward before running it cleanly through. Pulling your greatsword up, you cleave apart its upper body and drop it onto the ground as a twitching, broken mass.

The second hears the death of its fellow monster, turning around just in time to see you break invisibility and throw your sword like a spear. The heavy blade hits right on target, impaling it through the chest and pinning it to the tree behind it.

The two spearmen realize something is wrong, the feeling becoming reality as you pull your sword free with a simple pull and you stalk towards them.

One of them doesn't get chance to react, as your greatsword cuts through its neck like it doesn't even exist. Taking advantage of the new meat shield suddenly in front of you, you throw the headless corpse of the undead creature onto its friend's spear, snapping the brittle weapon.

It has half a second to look surprised at your actions before you bring your blade down on top of its head.

The two brutalized corpses fall to the ground one after the other, you ignore this in favor of checking the area for any other enemies. The land around you is silent, though you don't spot any incoming threats.

Lowering your sword, you consider what to do next.
> Wait for Anri and the others to catch up
> Continue scouting ahead

>>2215634
>Wait up, tell them to expect traps and continue on ahead

>>2215646
supporting this

>>2215646
Supporting

>>2215634
>Wait for the others to catch up

Good to check in regularly

>>2215664
>>2215662
>>2215651
>>2215646

Regroup and push.

Writin'

>>2215634

Thinking on it, your decision is made for you when Anri steps through the treeline along with the rest of the group. Their weapons are semi-raised, which you makes you frown a bit at how relaxed their being.

Either way, you shake clean your sword and walk over to them.

"Good work, Morgan," Anri glances about, mimicking your vigilance around the situation.

The rest of the guys glance at the rotting corpses littering the ground, muttering to one another.

"Where's Will?" Continuing on, you walk forward with Anri at your side, "The demons are lying in ambush; if he's not careful he's going to walk right into a trap".

"Will's off scouting the terrain," You can't tell much from her voice, but there is definitely concern in it, "And they're setting ambushes? That's... not a good sign".

"Yeah, it isn't," Pushing aside a few branches, you can't help the frown on your face from deepening, "C'mon, we've got to push through this forest to get to their main lines".

> Roll me three 1d100+2's please

Rolled 63 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

>>2215753

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>2215753

Rolled 41 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

>>2215753

>>2215769

85, Let's see what you see.

Writin'

>>2215753

The rest of the trek through the forest is uneventful, likely due to the fact that the demons haven't had enough time to push into this area, and you make it through without issue.

Of course, this is really where the issues begin.

Clearing the treeline, you find yourself at the top of a shallow cliff with a rather commanding view of the surrounding area.

Way out ahead of you is the Hell Gate in question, pulsing away with the energies of the plane its pulling power out of. The army it is forming surrounds the gate, clearly not given enough time to properly entrench. Which is a good thing, since it means that you won't have to push your way through prepared positions to get to the objective.

Coming from the direction of Blackstone Fortress is the bulk of your allied forces, forming up around the precious few Mage Squads that'll be so essential in destroying the Pillars holding a Gate of this size in reality.

You and your group and on the left flank of your allies and, after a few minutes of waiting, the rest of your mercenaries clear the treeline. A few of them look scrapped up, but most of them, including Claire, got through without an issue.

"ALRIGHT!" Pat walks up to the very edge of the cliff side, neatly gathering the attention of those present, "LISTEN UP YOU DOGS! WE'RE GOING TO BE PRESSURING THIS FLANK ON THE ENEMY, AS WELL AS SUPPORTING AND REINFORCING THE RIGHT FLANK OF OUR ALLIES!" He points down right towards where the Mage Squads are making their final preparations, "THOSE SOFT BITCHES WE CALL MAGES DOWN THERE ARE GOING TO NEED TIME TO TAKE OUT THE PILLARS! IT'S OUR JOB TO MAKE SURE THEY DON'T GET SLAUGHTERED BEFORE THEY CAN DO THEIRS! NOW, WHO'S READY TO GET INTO THE FIGHT YOU DOGS!?"

Your response?
> Volunteer to lead the attack against the demon's left flank
> Volunteer to lead the support of your allies' right flank

>>2215824
> Volunteer to lead the attack against the demon's left flank

IN THE NAME OF GOD WE GO TO HEAVAN

>>2215824
> Volunteer to lead the attack against the demon's left flank

>>2215824
> Volunteer to lead the attack against the demon's left flank
Let's earn our pay

>>2215857
>>2215842
>>2215835

Take the fight to the enemy it is.

Writin'

>>2215824

"I'll take the front," Your voice is raised slightly, but it's no where near Pat's yell.

You know it definitely takes a load off your boss' shoulders to have you volunteer, as you can see him relax by a fraction, "YOU HEAR THAT? THE REAVER OF SAINT PETER'S KEEP IS GOING HEADFIRST TOWARDS THE BREACH! WHAT DO ANY OF YOU SAY TO THAT, ANY OF YOU PUSSIES GOING TO STEP UP TO THE CHALLENGE!?"

At the mention of that nickname, you can't help but frown a bit; how many times have you told Pat you hate that nickname...

"I will!" Glancing to the side, you see Claire stepping up.

Pat smiles at both of you, "Good, I want the two of you to cause as much havoc as you can; break up their lines, take out their best, and help the other merc companies. Now, get going; we've got a Hell Gate to destroy".

With a look, you, Claire, and the other members of your team who will be joining you, walk up to the edge of the cliff before jumping right down it.

If you're going to be fighting Hell, you might as well enter in style.

> Roll me three 1d100+5's please

>>2215835
SANCTUA LUPUS IN THE NAME OF GOD

Rolled 24 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2215915

Rolled 95 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2215915
Rolling
>>2215917
Dammit, sanctus

Rolled 92 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2215915
Now THAT is a nickname.

>>2215917
We're a merc not some dick sucking altar boy.

Rolled 90 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2215921

That's a 100. Not nat, but still great.

Writin'

>>2215927
You shut your whore mouth and let the man reference powerwolf

>>2215949
Thank you.

>>2215955
Gotchu, brother

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>>2215915

Sliding down the side of the cliff is an exhilarating experience, the wind whipping by causing your armor to make a high-pitched whistling noise.

Looking ahead of you, you note a full squadron of undead warriors moving. Pushing yourself up, you dig your feet in and sprint hard straight down the slope.

With a single, massive leap, you bring your greatsword down point-first right onto the head of the squad's leader. It dies without making a sound, its body turning to pulp as you crush it under foot.

Whipping your blade out and around, you smash right through their feeble armor and weapons. By the time Claire makes it to you, the entire squad lies in pieces at your feet.

Nodding to her, the lot of you take off for where the main line is barely a hundred meters ahead.

You and Claire easily outpace the other, her shield coming down as she gets ready to crash right through their front line.

Your action?
> Shoulder charge right through with her
> Use your magic to disrupt their lines
> Let Claire break a hole for you to exploit
> Other

>>2215949
Go suck your preacher's dick, fuckpipe

>>2215989
> Let Claire break a hole for you to exploit

>>2215989
>> Shoulder charge right through with her

>>2215989
> Shoulder charge right through with her
Changing

>>2215989
> Let Claire break a hole for you to exploit

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>2215998
>>2216000
>>2216003
>>2216008

Rolling to tie break.
1. for Exploit
2. for Shoulder bash

>>2215990
Are you completely daft? It's a song, take your religion hating, fedora tipping ass outta here.

>>2216008
>>2216003
>>2216000
>>2215998

Shoulder bash it is.

> Roll me three 1d100+2's please

>>2216012
I actually voted twice but said I was changing

Rolled 92 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

>>2216018

Rolled 25 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

Bless me RNJesus

Rolled 89, 17, 34 + 5 = 145 (3d100 + 5)

>>2216019

Oh, well, I suppose it worked anyways.

>>2216018

[CLAIRE ACTIVITY]

>>2216023
I hope I didnt just contribute to Claire getting hurt lol

>>2216016
And how was I supposed to know it was from a song? You could have just said that.

>>2216034

>>2215949 "You shut your whore mouth and let the man reference powerwolf"

You are daft, arent you?

Rolled 32 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

Since we still need one more roll, I'll just be getting it out of the way unless someone else wants to roll.

>>2216020

That's a 94 for you and a 94 for Claire. Huh, funny how that worked out. Success either way.

Writin'

>>2216085
It's a sign from the universe

>>2215989

Well, if she's going in for a glory charge, you're sure as hell not going to get left behind.

So lowering your left shoulder and maintain pace with her, you and Claire smash into the enemy's lines in tandem.

The first of the demons crumble before your impacts, skulls shattering upon contact with your unified front. As one, you bring your greatsword around as the brunette sweeps the other side with her mace, further widening up the gap.

Now you're truly in the thick of things, smacking aside a hasty slash and crushing the foe with your pommel. The next is another spear user, which you dispatch after cleaving through its weapon, then its chest.

Claire is right next to you, her mace and shield both shattering bone as she gets into the grove of things.

There's still plenty of the cannon fodder around you, though you note that up head some of the higher forms are heading your way.

Now what?
> Continue widening the hole in their lines
> Go after the higher forms with Claire
> Other

>>2216116
> Go after the higher forms with Claire

>>2216116
>> Go after the higher forms with Claire

>>2216116
> Continue widening the hole in their lines
We have the wide sweeping arcs she has the single target crush weapon. clear the field so nothing can get behind her. then brag that we have a higher kill count later.

>>2216158
Seconding this

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>2216164
>>2216158
>>2216141
>>2216130

Rolling for tie breaker again.
1. Higher forms
2. Open up the break

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>>2216116

After she's done smashing the nearest undead to pieces, Claire looks over at you and the two of you nod before continuing to charging forward into the mayhem.

Behind the front line, there aren't quite as many enemies, but the few demons that do attempt to halt your advance end up crush under boot without either of you slowing down.

And it's because of the higher forms, taller, sleeker undead that move far more smoothly than anything so far beyond death should that are striding towards your incursion.

You know that the majority of the mercenaries behind you can't take these kinds of demons, which is why you and Claire and charging for them.

You pick your first target, a thin skeleton holding a dark, curved blade, and get ready for a fight.
> Utilize your momentum to take the advantage
> Keep Claire covered as she engages
> Use your magic to disrupt them
> Other