>>2383901
Arch Magnus "Magnus the Mighty, Gate-Breaker and Friend of Giants"

200/200Hp

Death Touched. Your brief jaunt through the land of the dead gifted you with superhuman durability. +10 armor

Spirit blade. Fallen warriors of ages past whisper in your ears, Guiding your strikes. +10 to attack rolls and damage

Huge- Magnus is a big guy. Even for you. +50 to Hp and +10 to feats of strength. Allows dual wielding of great weapons and allows the use of Ultra Weapons.

Runes-
Rune of the Giant- +50HP, +10 to strength checks and an additional attack die with great and ultra weapons.

Combat Skills-
Iron Fist Counter. When dual wielding and defending, your highest success roll will result in a counter. Roll 1 damage dice.

Ruinous slash-Great weapon skill. A single, powerful attack that removes 1/4 of your enemies armor and does +1dd damage.

>Gear
Magnus's Hammer. (Great Weapon) A heavy, brutal weapon with a serrated, angled head, a vicious spike on the reverse and a butt cap of solid steel.

Battle Spear (Great Weapon)- the bastard love child of a sword and a spear. Improved with the Dark Moon blade of Reinhart Sonum, this weapon carves through flesh and leaves ice in the veins of your foes. 3d100 damage when used as your primary weapon.

3 Heavy throwing axes. Perfect for burying in a mans skull from twenty yards.

Fighting Dagger. Great for surprise blows under a jaw.

Mail-Reinforced Leather armor- boiled leathers reinforced with mail offer substantial protection
+30 armor

Warrior Helm-This angular, brutal looking helm offers decent protection while keeping your vision clear. +5 armor

Spiked Pauldron-Your left shPulder and bicep are coated in overlapping steel plate with a vicious spike jutting from the center. +10 armor

IronCapped Boots-Thick, reinforced, mildly spiked boots that guard your shins, toes and calves. +5 armor

Heavy gauntlets. Thick articulated gauntlets that extend to your elbows, allowing you to block enemy blows easily even without a shield. +5 armor.

Blessed Great shield- a massive slab of silver engraved steel adorned with decorations of the Moon goddess and her seven hundred saints. You really need to redecorate it. +15 armor when equipped.

Trophies-
Shrieker Head
Eolhim's Legion Longsword and Dagger. (1handed)
Harald's Saber (1handed)

Current loot hoard-
Shrieker Fangs (Ingredient)
Hearts blood (Ingredient)
Shrieker Claws
Shrieker Hide
Shrieker Eyes
Shrieker tendons
6L in various goods, furs, Trinkets, coins and other valuables.

Property-
Aella of Rhya's hill. Can be gifted to others.
Mylea-Claimed after raid of Rhya's Hill.
Ysolde-Claimed after Raid of Rhya's Hill.
Keera-Claimed during the sack of MoonBend

You roll your stitched and bandaged shoulder experimentally, feeling only the slightest discomfort from the wounds left from the Shriekers claws. The beast lays butchered and discarded, its black blood staining the rocks like tar, all use pried from its body. You pull your mail backed leathers over your head and shrug to adjust the heavy layer of armor. Your spiked Pauldron is buckled on easily, the jagged blade gleaming in the low light as the sun rises above the horizon.

Your companions rouse themselves, Arvel rubbing his eyes from a night watch and gratefully accepting a mug of some revitalizing herbal tea from Wren as the scout master sits by the fire, poking the coals with a long, splintered rib.

Urhost sits next to you, grinning tiredly and nudging your shoulder
"Good hunt Magnus. One less o'those noisy buggers around. What d'ya got planned now?"

>Back to the Crag. Get some more men.

>Push on, go Tomb Raiding

>Push on, look for a patrol

>Push on, do some scouting

>Other

>>2383949
>>Push on, go Tomb Raiding

>>2383949
>Push on, go Tomb Raiding

>>2383949
>>Push on, go Tomb Raiding
No one else took any damage after all. Plus i want to reward our companions for having our back

>>2383949
>Tomb Raid!
Maybe my rolls will be tastier in this batch.

>>2383953
>>2383960
>>2383972
Support. Might as well try too get all the items we need

>push on. Go tomb raiding.

You dust your palms, standing and cracking your neck, grinning down at Urhost
"We already came all the way out here. Might as well go check out some tombs while were at it!"
You chuckle, pulling Urhost to his feet, the veteran rolling his eyes but grinning
"Shoulda fuckin' known. We'd best get a route set up then. Oi! Wren! Lemme see that map!"

Wren makes a rude gesture, standing slowly and pulling the map from his bag with exaggerated care, taking his time to amble around the camp before spreading it on a flat rock. He looks up at you both with a tilt to his eyebrow and chuckles
"Tombs?"

You and Urhost share a look, shaking your heads before responding
"Aye Wren. Tombs"

>Cairn of Narlos the Fearless, Warmaster of the Death Walkers

>Tomb of Chieftan Aenar of the Night Serpents

>Cairn of Gulman the Cruel, Chieftan of the Troll-Slayers

>Keep searching (more options)

>>2383990
>Cairn of Narlos the Fearless, Warmaster of the Death Walkers

Do we happen to know any of these guys?

>>2383990
>more options

>>2383990
>Keep searching (more options)
I enjoy forcing war to make up more names, and we can always go back to the original three

>>2383990
>>Keep searching (more options)

>>2383990
>>2383994
Might as well switch to
>Keep searching (more options)

>>2383990
>Cairn of Gulman the Cruel, Chieftan of the Troll-Slayers
>>2383994
We dont not personally but there dead chefs of clans we want to butt fuck into joini g us
Ao i would say lets rob a tomb of thr closest clan we going to fight

>>2384023
I figured that, my dude.

If these fuckers have tombs, then I doubt they were alive in our lifetime, let alone our pals.

>>2383990
>Keep searching (more options)
>Making QM make up some more names
I'll support this

>Make QM make up more names like a bunch of nutsacks.

You consider the tombs and cairns marked on the map carefully before shaking your head. Theyre either too far, too high in the mountains or stuck squarely in what you know for a fact is the Troll-Slayers village.

>Tomb of Wulthrim the Wolf Lord, Chieftan of the Frost Wolves

>Tomb of Yhorrim the Black, Warmaster of the Black Hands

>Cairn of Lhorgar Iron-Fist, Slayer of the Great Bear.

>Continue to be nutsacks

>>2383990
>>Keep searching (more options)

>>2384056
>>Continue to be nutsacks

>>2384056
>Continue to be nutsacks

>>2384056
>>Continue to be nutsacks
love you too mang

>>2384056
>Continue to be nutsacks
heheheLizard.png

>>2384056
>Black Hands
I like the sound of that, even though I know I'm outvoted already

>Reeeeeeeeeeeee... Ahem... Time to be the mature one.

You carefully consider the options available and for some reason, none of them suit your wishes. You form want to trek all the way to the Wolf Fang, you don't want to risk being tortured to death by the Black Hands and you really don't want to find out what traps are on an honest to goodness Hero's tomb.

>Cairn of Hulvan the Vast, First Blade of the Wave Hunters.

>Tomb of Raelo Far-Shot, Chieftan of the Sky-Watchers

>Cairn of Trulas Storm-Blade, Bane of the Pale Wyrm

>You don't want to go Tomb Raiding after all.

>>2384083
>>Cairn of Lhorgar Iron-Fist, Slayer of the Great Bear.

>>2384083
>Cairn of Narlos the Fearless, Warmaster of the Death Walkers

If we're able to go take previous ones, otherwise
>Cairn of Trulas Storm-Blade, Bane of the Pale Wyrm

>>2384083
>>Cairn of Hulvan the Vast, First Blade of the Wave Hunters.

>>2384083
>>Cairn of Lhorgar Iron-Fist, Slayer of the Great Bear.
Although the idea of actually picking the first option after all like this guy
>>2384087
was very tempting

>>2384083
>Cairn of Trulas Storm-Blade, Bane of the Pale Wyrm
Wyrm killers seem pretty good

>Lhorgar Iron-Fist and Trulas Storm Blade are all tied up

>>2384152
>Storm Blade

>>2384152
>>2384083
>Cairn of Trulas Storm-Blade, Bane of the Pale Wyrm

>>2384162
you let me down again, axe

>>2384152
storm blade, hopefully that's an item not an act.

>Cairn of Trulas Storm-Blade

You settle your finger on a small mountain peak not far from where you currently camp. The Cairn of Trulas Storm-Blade, Slayer of the Pale Wyrm, The Fist of the Storm, Doom of the Great Drake, etc, etc. Ancient heroes went all out with their titles and honestly it gets old.
"This one here seems good. Old enough to be dust, secluded enough to have some decent loot intact."

Urhost looks over your choice and nods.
"Might have some moonies or adventurers up there hunting treasure or some tribals making a journey up there. Shouldn't be too much trouble though."

Wren clicks his teeth behind his mask and shrugs.
"At least its not a tomb. Never liked going underground for long"

Your course plotted, you heft your weapons and strap your shield acorss your back, setting the pace for your companions as Wren leads the way.

>2 days travel to Cairn.

>Speak to a companion (who?)

>Timeskip to nightfall

>>2384083
>Trulas Storm-Blade

>>2384180
>Timeskip to nightfall

>>2384180
>Timeskip

>>2384180
>Timeskip to nightfall

>>2384180
>>Timeskip to nightfall

>Timeskip
>Roll me 1d100 for the days travel. Best of 3

>>2384180
Check the nest before we leave

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>2384208
oh yeah i forgot about >>2384211
maybe just take some of our rolls from this and translate to nest looting?

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>2384208

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>2384208
come on blood beak.

>You passed the DC handily with the 71.
>Using that 99 for looting the Cave

>Roll me 1d20+5 for what loots you find!

Rolled 18 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>2384219

Rolled 13 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>2384219
Loooooot

Rolled 13 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>2384219

Rolled 7 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>2384219
Loots!

Rolled 11 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>2384219

Rolled 6 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>2384219
rolling d20 to revive qm

Rolled 20 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>2384219
>>2384480
Supporting

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>>2384493

>Sorry about that. Had to go help my sister find a wallet on the side of the road .-. It was not found.
>18+5=23. Artificial Crit!

Before heading off completely, you double back and delve into the smoldering ruin of the beasts nest. Piles of gnawed bones, rent hides and clothes, tattered mail and broken shields sit amongst the smoking piles of leaves.

Digging through the nest nets you several handfuls of coins, some necklaces, jewelry and a long serrated dagger with a hilt of some sort of black horn.

>Gained 12L of jewelry and coins
>Gained Thorn Dagger. This serrated blade causes heavy bleeding. If damage exceeds 80 on an attack, add +10 bleed damage for consequent turns.

Tucking the dagger into your belt, you walk from the cave whistling, hurrying to catch up with your companions. The walk through the mountainside goes uneventfully, not even the clouds seem to want to intrude upon your hike.

Making camp under an overhang of stone, you lean against a rock, running a Whitestone along the blade of your dagger as Falhim and Lionel debate spear techniques, Wren argues about the use of poisons with Urhost and Arvel and Balon armwrestle over who has to stand watch.

>Speak with a companion.

>Get some sleep.

>>2384567
Correction, not found by you.

>>2384567
>>Speak with a companion.
Let's talk to our Lts and see if they feel confident about doing a tomb. We may be going over our heads with our few numbers.

>>2384584
You are going to a Cairn, not a tomb. A tomb is underground, like the Narrows in Skyrim. A Cairn is like a big,slightly open temple built around the grave of a great warrior, mainly above ground.

>>2384584
Support. Speak with Urhost and Wren. See what their feelings of the recruits are.

>>2384567
this >>2384641

>>2384567
>Get some sleep.

>>2384567
armwrestle Arvel and Balon at the same time if you when they both do watches the whole trip but if you lose youl do it for them

>Speak with Urhost and Wren about the new recruits

Making your way over to Urhost and Wren, they put their argument on hold for a moment, inviting you to sit with them. You take the offered seat and wave away the canteen of some foul hooch Urhost offers, gesturing towards the newly recruited Lionel and Balon.
"The new ones. The ex-moonies? Thoughts?
You raise an eyebrow expectantly, trusting your lieutenants to speak true.

Urhost shrugs, rubbing his massive hands on the back of his head
"Honestly? Seem like capable lads. Lionel, the blonde one? He's good wit' a spear. Haven't seen'im with a bow but hes got the build of a archer. He's respectful and sharp as a thorn. Could do worse. Balon, the big fella? Ugly as a damn troll but gettin' a WildFolk warhammer to the kisser'll do that. He seems like a good fighter, id bet my asshairs on it. Strong as a ox but not nearly as clever."

Wren taps his fingers together before speaking
"Urhost is mostly right but he forgets lancers are trained as horse archers and light cavalry first and foremost. On the ground theyre little better than militia. But Lionel seems capable, he kept that Shrieker away handily. Balon on the other hand, his experience seems to be mostly charging headfirst at his problem or sitting behind a big ass wall and dropping rocks on their heads. Not a strategy we have much use for"

"Yet"
You say with a grin and your lieutenants smirk, nudging each other
"Aye, yet"
"Yet. Good point"

>Ask another question

>Speak to another companion

>Get some rest

>>2385146
>Ask another question
Ask what do they think about the cairn we're going to. What's the absolute worst we can expect (within reason)?

>>2385156
Urhost might know some history of this guy. He seems pretty knowledgeable of the clans. Let's see what he knows about him and anything we might find

>>2385156
+1

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>2385156
Knowledge

"This Cairn we're going to, Trulas Storm-Blade? What can we expect to run into there?"
You ask, leaning your elbows on your knees.

Urhost rubs his chin, giving Wren a questioning look and a shrug
"Well... T'be honest it could be lots of things. Most Cairns, they're just big open walls and a rounded roof around a central burial ground. We could run into some. Moonies adventuring, treasure hunting or whatever the bloody he'll they do when they come up here. Could run into some men from other tribes making a trip up there to pay their respects or tomb raid themselves."

Wren leans in, intersecting with a blunt
"Or could be something... Unpleasant. Ogres tend to hang around Cairns as they're ready made shelters. Could be a pack of trolls or even a Wyrm after something shiny."

>Possible encounters- Adventurers, Silver Church Apostles, Tribals, Ogres, Trolls, Wyrms.

Wren shrugs as he continues, ticking off his fingers.
"Could also be some traps. Spikes, Blades, Rock falls, pits, Collapsing floors or roof. Could be nothing, could be suicide"

>Ask another question

>Speak to another companion

>Sleepy time

>other

>>2385326
>>Sleepy time

>>2385326
>Sleepytime

>>2385326
>Schleep

>>2385326
>Sleepy time
Let's get to looting

>>2385326
Hey QM what's the difference between trolls and ogres? Is one objectively more deadly than the other?

>>2385371
Trolls are basically Elder scrolls trolls, smart animals the size of big gorillas with regenerative powers. Ogres are big, dumb, mean humanoids the size of a short giant but much heavier and far far stupider

>Sleep the night away.

Thanking your companions for their insight, you bid them goodnight and retire to your bedroll, using your pack as a pillow. You fall asleep to the crackle of the fire and the sound of the mountain wind whistling through the rocks.

Your dreams are murky, glimpses of long forgotten battlefields and great savage beasts lying slain and broken. Cities burn and castles shatter, villages are ground beneath the heel of endless armies while the sky teems with swarms of carrion birds.

You wake, rubbing your eyes sleepily, muttering a curse to Vall to keep his visions to himself for a bit. Munching a cold breakfast of jerky and hard bread, washing it down with a mouthful of ice cold water, you shoulder your pack, ready to move.

>Speak with a companion on the trail

>Timeskip (who needs exposition)

>>2385525
>>Timeskip (who needs exposition)

>>2385525
>Timeskip (who needs exposition)
Speaking of elder scrolls, at some point you just wanna fast travel

>>2385525
>Timeskip (who needs exposition)

>Timeskip. Fuck your carefully constructed backstories Warlord!
>Feed me 1d100 for the days travel. Best of 3

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>2385574

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>2385574
Quit reading the hunter quest and post backstories then

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>2385574
I don't hate the backstories, but I'd rather they come up a bit more naturally; it's either TRAVEL AND BACKSTORY or FIGHTAN

>49! Failed the DC of 55!
>Roll me 1d20 to see what you encounter. First roll

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>2385596
all of 'em.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>2385596

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>2385596

>2! Cave Stalker Hunting Party!

Its near midday when Wren holds up his fist, crouching down onto the trail. He whispers over his shoulder, looking back through the corner of his eye
"We've got company up ahead. Tribals. Cave Stalkers looks like."

You crouch low and shufflewalk up to Wren's position, peering over the rock. A group of near fifteen men clad in layers of cured hide, armed with weapons of bone and scavenged iron. They gather around the body of a large Cliff Jumper, butchering the massive goat with brutal efficiency. Bloody spears and broken arrows jut from the horse sized carcass, its meter long horns tipped in blood.

Arvel crouches next to you, peeking over the rock. He spits in disgust at the sight of the t ribals, narrowing his eyes.
"Cave Stalkers? C'mon Magnus, we can take the inbred fuckers! We'd be doing the sister screwing bastard a favor!"
He grins viciously, his hand already on the grip of his vicious handaxe.

Urhost crouches behind a spire of stone, sliding a thumb along the blade of his axe
"We could kill em. Could pass em by. Theyre busy and arent like to notice us"

Wren shrugs, his hand idly clenching on the hilt of one of his daggers
"We could sneak by. But those rock worshippers outnumber us and that's their favorite kind of fight. If they spot us, they'd gladly try their best to murder us all just for our weapons."

>Hit them fast while they're distracted. They're not your kin.

>Sneak By. Theyre busy and you can be quiet right?

>Diplomacy. Youre the swinging dick here.

>Other

>>2385662
>>Hit them fast while they're distracted. They're not your kin.

>>2385662

>Hit them fast while they're distracted. They're not your kin.

Let's not take any risks here.

>>2385662
>Hit them fast while they're distracted. They're not your kin.
Let one live to being our offer of join us or die

>>2385662
>>Diplomacy. Youre the swinging dick here.
It would be foolish to make hostility towards our possible future allies/subjects. And do we really need more enemies?

>>2385662
>>Diplomacy. Youre the swinging dick here.

>>2385662
Diplomacy.
How big is their clan compared to ours?

>>2385662
>>Hit them fast while they're distracted. They're not your kin.

>>2385662
>>Diplomacy. Youre the swinging dick here.

>>2385662
>Hit them fast while they're distracted. They're not your kin.
Diplomacy? Magnus does diplomacy with a big fucking axe.

>>2385925
but we can ALWAYS hit them if they don`t agree with us. so why not try it

>>2385662
>Diplomacy. Youre the swinging dick here
We should brandish our shrieker head if intimidation is needed

>>2385928
>Reasoning with inbred goat fuckers
These guys will put us in the stew with the goat

>>2385969
But it can be start of beautiful of friendship magic and rainbows jk. it will be friendship of blood and gore

just kill and loot them and pretend it was done by some moon raiders patrol to avoid bad rep

>>2386015
This. Wounds from our frosty spear could throw off any other tribals

>>2385662
>Diplomacy.

>>2385662

>Hit them fast while they're distracted. They're not your kin.

>>2385668
>>2385669
>>2385673
>>2385885
>>2385925
>>2386015
>>2386035
7 for introducing fuckhammer to faces

>>2385812
>>2385880
>>2385884
>>2385904
>>2385956
>>2386027
6 for talking out our issues.

Gimme a bit to wake up fully and ill get this written up.

>>2386081
Aw yeah, fuckhammertime

You roll your shoulders, giving your companions a grin
"Odds are we'd end up fighting the fuckers anyway. Might as well get it over here and now"

Urhost nods, a small smile running across his face as he spits on his hands, rubbing them together and gripping his axe
"Time to go chop some daughter-fuckers."

Lionel whispers out, eying the Cave Stalkers critically
"These Cave men... How dangerous are they? They don't look like good warriors"

Wren chuckles, running a hand along the his bowstring
"If they outnumber you, attack from ambush or decide to attack in your sleep? Very. Right now though..."
He turns to look at the junior members of your party
"Theyre just very noisy targets"

>Select weapons.

>Hammer and Shield

>Spear and Shield

>Dual wield Hammer and Spear

>Fighting Dagger and Thorn Dagger

>>2386102
>>Dual wield Hammer and Spear

>>2386102
>Dual wield
Rip and tear

>>2386106
>>2386108
Support. The ripping and the tearing

>>2386102
>>Dual wield Hammer and Spear

>>2386102
>>Dual wield Hammer and Spear

>Dual Wielding fury

You grip the haft of your hammer, drawing it from your belt with a smooth movement. Your other hand goes to your back, pulling your Blacksteel battle Spear from its sheathe.
"Lets get some killing done"

You eye the Cave Stalkers, the men hacking apart the Cliff Jumper and stretching out strips of meat by a small campfire to dry. Their weapons, shoddy as they are, look sharp even if they are of bone and rusted iron. Their hide 'armor' is layered thick and so caked with grime and old blood you can smell them from here. A few of them have bows, several have spears while the rest wield axes, picks, spiked clubs and long daggers.

There is plenty of cover between your party and them and you're sure that if Wren and Torbos lay down some fire, they'll be dropping like flies before you know it.

>Tactics

>Mass Charge.

>Covering fire

>Sneak close before murder.

>Other

>>2386140
>>Tactics
Basically make sure everyone has a target before they start screaming and running maybe let wren snipe a few

>>2386140
>Tactics
Wren & Torbos on overwatch, the rest of us pick targets and spread out as much as we can in, say, fifty heartbeats. We attack when Wren shoots.

>>2386140
this >>2386148
try and kill the bowmen first, they're the most critical targets

>>2386148
Axeanon is a master tactician. Support

>>2386148
Support

>Spread out and charge with sniper overwatch
>Roll me 2d100 for Wren and Torbos shooting. Bo3

Rolled 61, 72 = 133 (2d100)

>>2386240

Rolled 35, 63 = 98 (2d100)

>>2386240
How are my rolls this batch, let's see...

Rolled 62, 67 = 129 (2d100)

>>2386240

>>2386244
At least you got dubs

>>2386250
Maybe I should just stick to tactics....

Rolled 13, 60 = 73 (2d100)

>>2386240

>>2386253
>Tactical Axe
I like it

>Wren's shot- 62+15=77.
>Torbos's shot- 72+5=77.

You spread your men out as much as the trail allows, ducking low and taking cover behind rocks. You tick your fingers off to Wren and Torbos, counting down as they put arrows to strings.

One. Two...

"KILL EM ALL!!"
You roar, vaulting the stone and pelting down the trail towards the unsuspecting Cave Stalkers. With shouts and howls, your companions follow close behind you. Wren pops over the edge of the petrified log he crouches behind, loosing a long, slender arrow that whizzes evilly by your ear, lodging itself in the side of a Cave Stalkers head, the pile shaped head jutting out of his skull as he collapses limply, his bow falling from his fingers.
"Wha'da fuck?"
One of them grunts, turning to his fallen companion and kicking his corpse experimentally. He topples forward as Torbos looses a heavy, broad bladed arrow that punches through the center of his back, spearing his heart and dropping him without a sound.

>13 Cave Stalker hunters engaged by Magnus and 5 companions

>Fight Smart (take on 2 Cave Stalkers)

>Fight like a warrior (Take on 3 cave stalkers)

>Fight bravely (take on 4 cave stalkers)

>fight like a hero (take on 5)

>Fight like a crazy hero (Take on 2D6 enemies)

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>>2386253
>>2386269

>>2386277
>>fight like a hero (take on 5)
do dual wielding whirlwind attack

>>2386277
>>fight like a hero (take on 5)

>>2386277
>Fight like a juggernaut (never fully stop to engage, bullrush through them and keep moving)
We don't have to always to tank

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>>2386280
>>2386269
picrelated is more my style, but I'm down

>>2386277
>Fight bravely (take on 4)

If we fight smaller, we can kill and move to a new target more quickly. We've got a numerical disadvantage and friends to protect, let's not get stupid here.

>>2386292
I like your style. Im a Tomahawk man myself.

>>2386277
Also, let's open up with our THROWWWWWING AAAAAAAXES before we close, see if we can maim or kill a few and soften them up.

>Take on 5 wins!
>Writing

The toughest opponents, the hardest fortifications, the most bitterly defended chokepoint. These have always called to you. You charge into the thickest knot of Cave Stalkers as the dung eating barbarians finally grasp the fact that THEY are on the wrong end of an ambush for once. Arrows hiss over your head as Wren and Torbos pin down the enemy archers, the remaining pair ducking behind the Cliff Jumper for cover as their companions attempt to form up into a meagre defense.

You nearly laugh.

You barrel into the clump of stinking savages with the impact of an avalanche, simply bowling men over or sending them flying. Your companions leap into the gap you shattered into the Cave Stalkers makeshift defensive line. Arvel laughs in insane glee as he hacks a Cave Stalkers arm off at the elbow, pummeling the wounded man, using his own severed limb as a club. Urhost slams the butt of his axe into a Cave Stalkers teeth, knocking the man flat while the veteran raider lays about with with his axe, the tribals reluctant to close with the bear of a man.

Lionel and Balon work as a team with Falhim, Balon swipes with his mace, thumping anyone foolish enough to come close while Lionel bloodies his spear in a Cave Stalkers belly, the smell of perforated bowels actually improving the mans smell. Falhim wields his spear more like a staff, batting away the desperate blows of the Cave Stalkers who seek to overwhelm them. With a grunt and a laugh, he smashes the mouth of one with his spear shaft, scattering his few remaining teeth to the gravel of the trail.

You square up against five of the stinking savages, their eyes wild and crazed, their faces nearly hidden behind filth caked hair, beards and the hoods of their leathers. They hold a pair of spears, one iron and one a sharpened bone, a hefty, scavenged axe with a notched blade, a club made from the femur of a cliff jumper studded with spikes of bone bound with rawhide and lastly a long, jagged dagger made from the claw of a young Wyrm.

>Magnus has engaged

>Gurn of the Cave Walkers
>100hp 15 armor

>Ameer Skull-Crack
>120HP 15 armor

>Baer Stone-Brother
>130HP 20 armor

>Kyal of the Cave Stalkers
>100hp 10 armor

>Nost RualsSon
>110HP 15 armor

>Attack (3A on each enemy with current equip)

>Defend (2D for each enemy with current equip)

>Ruinous slash (target who?)

>Throwing Axe (Target who)

>Feat of Strength (what do?)

>Other

>>2386378
>>Attack (3A on each enemy with current equip)

>>2386378
>>Feat of Strength (what do?)
dual wield whirlwind attack attack all!

>>2386378
>THROWING AXE
At Baer, see if we can't soften the toughest-looking target or outright drop him. Gurn & Kyal after him if we can make multiple attacks.

>>2386383
This!! LETS GOOOOO

>>2386383
You actually don't know Whirling Blow. It was one of the special dual wielding moves Barbas offered to teach you.

>>2386383
Might as well get crazy. Support

>>2386378
>Feat of Strength (what do?)
Pick up the nearest one and chuck him at the others

>>2386390
Well crap.

Let's go with the throwing axes on Baer then

>>2386390
Shiit
>Mental note: Learn whirling blow
Il go for
>Attack (3A on each enemy with current equip)

use throwing axe before engaging in melee

>>2386378
>>Attack (3A on each enemy with current equip)

Rolled 75, 38, 43, 38, 51, 59, 45, 40, 93, 65, 51 = 598 (11d100)

>Throwing Axe at Baer
>Attack

>Baer is attacking!
>Gurn is defending!
>Kyal is Defending
>Nost is attacking
>Ameer is attacking

>Roll me 1d100+10 best of 3 for your accuracy with the Throwing axe. Beat my first roll to hit Baer.
>Then I need 5 separate rolls of 3d100+10.
>Beat my rolls. The third roll of yours must beat 50 to land as these are regular mooks rolling 2A and 2D

Rolled 20 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2386430

Rolled 46 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2386430

Rolled 44 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2386430
I'll roll for the axes, let's see...

Rolled 3, 63, 18 + 10 = 94 (3d100 + 10)

>>2386430

Rolled 75, 30, 42 + 10 = 157 (3d100 + 10)

>>2386430

Rolled 91, 83, 87 + 10 = 271 (3d100 + 10)

>>2386430

I need 2 more rolls of 3d100+10!!! Smack these asswipes

Rolled 38, 38, 53 + 10 = 139 (3d100 + 10)

>>2386482

Rolled 53, 9, 59 + 10 = 131 (3d100 + 10)

>>2386482

Rolled 81, 35, 44 + 10 = 170 (3d100 + 10)

>>2386482
moving this along

>>2386483
...just once, why can't I into of good rolls

Rolled 24, 37, 47 = 108 (3d100)

>>2386430

Rolled 78, 10, 7 + 10 = 105 (3d100 + 10)

>>2386482

>>2386487
Becouse your namefagging you fag

>>2386513
Welcome. Axeanon was given his name by the QM for his enthusiasm.

>>2386513
Axe is a friend anon... but he should probably have learned by now to just stop rolling

>>2386530
>>2386523

Mybe he could drop his name for a roll and see if he rolls good
If not then he should just stop rolling
Unless its for thr bad guys

>>2386513
>>2386530
>>2386534
Yeah, I'll stick with tactical advice. RNGesus seems to frown on my namefaggery.

Rolled 60, 52, 86, 62 = 260 (4d100)

>>2386430
Baer
>75>56. Baer dodges
>38>13. Baer hits.
>43<73. Magnus hits
>50>28. Magnus misses

Gurn
>38<85. Magnus hits
>51>40 Gurn defends
>50<52 Magnus hits

Kyal
>59<101. Magnus hits. +10 damage
>45<93. Magnus hits.
>50<97. Magnus hits.

Nost
>40<48. Magnus hits.
>93>48. Nost hits
>50<63. Magnus hits.

Ameer
>65>63. Ameer hits
>51>19. Ameer hits.
>50<69. Magnus hits.

WHEW. Rolling for their hits.
Feed me EIGHT Seperate 2d100+10

Rolled 16, 35 + 10 = 61 (2d100 + 10)

>>2386711
Might need to have people post twice.

Rolled 63, 20 + 10 = 93 (2d100 + 10)

>>2386711
i'm gonna samefag if you don't mind qm, i dunno if we'll be able to get to 8

Rolled 91, 21 + 10 = 122 (2d100 + 10)

>>2386711

Rolled 86, 64 + 10 = 160 (2d100 + 10)

>>2386711

Rolled 59, 52 + 10 = 121 (2d100 + 10)

>>2386711

Rolled 71, 67 + 10 = 148 (2d100 + 10)

>>2386711
if samefag is allow then take this too

>>2386722
I allow Samefagging as long as they don't do ALL the rolls.

Rolled 30, 8 + 10 = 48 (2d100 + 10)

>>2386711

Rolled 4, 31 + 10 = 45 (2d100 + 10)

>>2386711

>>2386749
The number of participants will increase as it gets into the evening

Rolled 48, 33 + 10 = 91 (2d100 + 10)

>>2386711

>>2386711
Damage results
Magnus damage-
200hp 55 armor
>60-55=5 damage
>52-55=-3. 0 damage.
>86-55=31 damage
>62-55=7 damage
>31+7=43 damage
>200-38=158HP. Magnus is bloodied!

Baer Damage
>130hp 20 armor
>61-20=41
>130-41=89hp. Baer is bleeding!

Gurn damage
>100hp 15 armor
>93-15=78
>122-15=107
>107+78=185 damage.
>100-185=-85. Gurn is gruesomely killed!

Kyal damage
>100hp 10 armor
>170-10=160 damage
>121-10=111damage
>148-10=138 damage
>409-100=-309. Kyal is slain so thoroughly the gods get squeamish.

Nost damage
>110hp 15 armor
>48-15=33
>45-15=30
>30+30=60
>110-60=50hp. Nost is badly wounded!

Ameer damage
>120hp 15 armor
>91-15=76 damage
>120-76=44HP. Ameer is badly wounded!

DAMN MAGNUS IS SCARY.
WRITING.

>>2386880
>60-55=5 damage
>>52-55=-3. 0 damage.
>>86-55=31 damage
>>62-55=7 damage
>>31+7=43 damage
>>200-38=158HP. Magnus is bloodied!
>
Math seems a little fuzzy here. Shouldn't it be 48 damage?

>>2386916
nvm, I'm retarded

"Come on and die little men! Come on! You want to go back home and fuck your sisters don't you? Only way home is through ME!"
You taunt, your hand flicking to your belt as one of the larger Cave Stalkers charges forward, his notched axe held high and his blackened teeth bared in a feral snarl. Your hand flicks out, a heavy bladed hatchet whirling towards the mans skull but surprsingly the savage bats the hatchet away with his axe, closing in on you like a wild animal.

"Take fuckin' head! Take blade!"
He spits in his thick accent, his axe coming in a brutal chop. You make to block it but the blow was a feint as he drops his other hand back, jabbing into your hip with a dagger made of antler. Your armor prevents the blow from doing more than breaking the skin but it supplies just enough distraction for the savage to slash across your bicep with the rusted, notched blade of his axe. His grin of bloody glee is very nearly the last expression on his face as you lash out with your battle spear, the icy cold blade carving through the layers of filthy hides like paper, carving deep into the savages shoulder. He falls back with a shout of pain, the flesh of his shoulder white and stiff from the sorcery of the blade.
"Tricksy fuck! Cheat! Want blade! WANT IT!"
He roars to his companions as you grin, flicking the frozen slush of his blood from your blade.

"Come get it then"
The tribals look at you uncertainly, their bravest fighter just knocked back like a child. That moment is all the distraction you need as you lunge forward, your hammer coming around in a brutal arc. The slightly less filthy Cave Stalker barely has time to register what is happening before your hammer head slams into his chest. Ribs shatter audibly and blood fountains from his mouth as his pulped bones are driven into his lungs and heart. He stares down at the hammer head embedded solidly in his chest as he gurgles, his eyes locked on yours as your battle spear hacks down into the center of his skull, splitting it so deeply the cleanly sliced halves of his brain are clearly visible as you yank the blade free, ripping your hammer from the ruin of his chest. His broken body topples backward, his legs kicking with the orders of a brain hacked to ruin and powered by a pulledpulped heart.

>Cont

>>2386916
Forgot to add one and then fixed it without changing the total. My math might be wrong.

>>2386969
Damn thats nice writing

>>2386969
Damm thats some good head right there

>>2386916
"Gurn!!!"
Yells one of the younger, spear wielding savages, his spearpoint wavering as you round on his, blood spattered across your face and dripping from your hammer and spear. The wounded hunting party leader points at you, his shoulder slowly oozing blood from the frostbitten slash
"Kyal! Kill! Kill an' take blade! Kill!"

The young savage never has the chance to even try to kill you as you fall upon him. Your hammer comes around, his desperate block is insufficient as his spear shaft shatters under the massive blow. The look of terrified shock never leaves his face as your spear drives through his chest, flesh, bone and skins parting under the wickedly sharp edge. He stares down at the blade embedded in his chest up to the hilt, the cruel, fatal *Cold* of the blade preventing it from even bleeding. You pull the blade out as easily as it went in and the young man, little more than a filth smeared boy sags to his knees, looking up at you just in time to catch the head of your hammer to the forehead. His skull pulps into paste, grey matter, fluid, even a evacuated eyeball jet from his ruined head. You wrench your hammer from the center of his neck and kick his body backwards, the corpse rolling to a stop before his astounded companions.
"Kyal!"
"NO!"
"KILL YOU"

You roar in wordless rage as a spiked club thunks into your shoulder, the Pauldron saving you from a grievous wound. A second, rapid bash nearly dents the Pauldron, spikes of pain landing out from your shoulder.
"Ameer kill you! AMEER CRACK SKULL!
A thick, hoarse voice bellows behind you

The bruising impact nearly makes you drop your spear but you wheel on the man, hammer held high as he attempts to dart back, eyes wide. They widen further as the spike on the reverse side of the hammerhead buries four inches into his thigh, releasing a stream of blood and forcing him to fall back, holding his bleeding leg and cursing.

>cont

>>2387139

You spit at the savage disdainfully, rolling your shoulder to inspect the damage. Aside from some bruising and a snapped buckle you're fine.
"Ameer doesn't crack SHIT"
You spit at him, turning on the final savage, his Wyrm-claw dagger held in shaking hands.
"Come on then rock licker. Let me see what you've got."
You snarl, advancing on the younger man.

To his credit he stands and fights bravely, the razor sharp claw in his hand scoring a thin line across your forearm as he swipes and withdraws, a bloody smile on his filthy face. You inspect the seeping slash and shake your head in disappointment, your arm jetting out in a blurring movement that buries three inches of the battle spear into his belly. His choked gasp of agony echoes out as you twist the blade, pulling it out and spinning toward him, the butt cap smacking him solidly across the back of the neck, dropping him onto his face with the crack of a broken nose.
"Nice try though"
You spit onto his back, stepping away from him and his wounded companions as they ready their weapons with bloody hands and determined snarls.
"Baer take blade! Good Blade! Rual like blade! Give many women!"
"Ameer take shinies! Take pretties!"
"Unnnhhh..."

>Ruinous Slash (who)

>Throwing axe (Who)

>Attack

>Defend

>FoS

>Call in a sniper shot from Wren (who?)

>Other

>>2387154
>Throwing Axe (Baer)

>>2387154
>Sniper shot from Wren on Ameer
>then Attack

>>2387154
>Attack / Rip and tear
Man i love this writing

>>2387154
>>Attack

>>2387154
>Attack
Finish Baer off. He's leading this band

>>2387154
>Sniper shot from Wren on Ameer
>then Attack

Rolled 70, 64, 89, 93, 27 = 343 (5d100)

>Sniper Shot from Wren on Ameer
>Feed me 1d100+15. Bo3. Beat Ameer's dodge roll.
>Attack.
>Baer is attacking
>Ameer is attacking
>Nost is defending

Roll me 3 Seperate 3d100+10. Beat their rolls to land hits.

Rolled 81 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>2387250

Rolled 76, 86, 48 + 10 = 220 (3d100 + 10)

>>2387250

Rolled 14, 9, 54 + 10 = 87 (3d100 + 10)

>>2387250

>>2387256
Your missing 2 more rolls there buddy

>>2387273
He rolled for wrens sniper shot

Rolled 20, 30 = 50 (2d100)

>>2387250
Shit forgot to roll for Nost. That was meant to be 7d100 not 5.

Rolled 42 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>2387281
Well then i cant read

Rolled 99, 80, 64 + 10 = 253 (3d100 + 10)

>>2387250

Rolled 29, 83 = 112 (2d100)

>>2387250
Hit results

Baer
>70<76. Magnus hits
>64<96. Magnus hits
>50<58. Magnus hits.

Ameer
>89>24. Ameer hits.
>93>19. Ameer hits.
>64>50. Magnus hits
>97>27. Wren hits shot.

Nost
>20<109. Magnus hits. +10 damage
>30<90. Magnus hits.
>50<74. Magnus hits.

Feed me 7 (SEVEN) 2d100+10 for damage and 1 (ONE) 1d100 for Wren's shot

Rolled 38, 46 + 10 = 94 (2d100 + 10)

>>2387506

Rolled 99, 94 + 10 = 203 (2d100 + 10)

>>2387506

Rolled 35, 81 + 10 = 126 (2d100 + 10)

>>2387506

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>the absolute carnage we're inflicting in this thread

>>2387547
roll a d100 axe ol' buddy, what's the worst that could happen

Rolled 37, 83 + 10 = 130 (2d100 + 10)

>>2387506

Rolled 24, 16 + 10 = 50 (2d100 + 10)

>>2387506

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>2387506

Rolled 23, 46 + 10 = 79 (2d100 + 10)

>>2387506
Since I was invited.

>>2387579
My sides have been wrecked harder than these mooks

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>>2387579
without fail
mahah

Not that its even really necessary at this point but I need just one more 2d100+10. Since these guys are dead without a doubt, how shall we end them? Any requests?

Rolled 86, 20 + 10 = 116 (2d100 + 10)

>>2387629

>>2387629
Let's fuckhammer a homerun with somebody's skull.

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>>2387579
Nice one Axebro.

>>2387629
I like the thing Arvel was doing with the other barbs. Tear off the arms of one of the guys and than beat the other with them.

>>2387629
Let's cut the big leader guy in two from head to groin in a single swing.

>>2387595
>>2387657
I have faith that some day RNGesus will love me again.

Slam hammer into someone's skull sending it into their torso and bisect someone with axe from head to groin

>>2387506
Damage results
Magnus
>158hp 55A
>29-55=-26. 0 damage dealt.
>83-55=28 damage
>158-28=130hp

Baer
>89hp 20A
>94-20=74
>203-20=183
>126-20=106
>74+183+106=363 damage
>89-363=-274. Good GOD.

Ameer
>44hp 15A
>130-15=115
>69-15=54 (Wren's shot)
>115+54=169 damage
>44-169=-115. D E A D.

Nost
>50hp 15A
>50-15=35
>79-15=64
>116-15=101
>101+64+34=199 damage
>50-199=-149. HE DED.

By Valls heroic jizzum anons. What did these guys do to you? Gimme a minute to write.

>>2387754
>What did these guys do to you?
Ain't it obvious?
They were born to a tribe of weaklings and cowards.

>>2387940
Inbreeding tends to do that.

I mean are we fighting the barbarian equivalent of a buch of hill billies?

The hulking, club wielding savage and the bleeding, bearded 'leader' of their group charge you together, the club wielder limping heavily on his maimed leg.
"Least two of us have balls"
You spit, tasting blood on your lips.

Baer reaches you first, swing his axe in frenzied, crazed slashes that seem more focused on carving off your face than opening your veins.
"Baer kill you! BAER KILL YOU! BAER KILL Y-HRRRK"
His frenzied snarls cut off as you step into a swing, your elbow crashing into his nose so hard the resulting ruin is actually concave. He stumbles back, spitting blood and blinded by agony, not even aware of your upwards swing. The enchanted steel carves through his groin, pelvis, belly, ribs, spine and skull without even slowing. His ruined corpse stands for a moment before toppling backward in two, gory pieces.

"Well... Not anymore at least"
You remark to the bisected mans corpse. A savage grunt catches you by surprise and stars flare in your vision as a blow catches you squarely in the back. Pain explodes as the shards of bone dig into your back, one shattering off in the wound as the club winds back, crashing into your ribs as you turn, driving the breathe from you again. The brute spits stinking, brownish saliva at you and cackles through blackened teeth
"Ameer crack bones! Big man break too!"

He winds up for another blow, his makeshift club stained with your blood when a shaft buries itself in his armpit, the tip poking from the side of his ribcage. You both look at it in shock and the savage looks at you in shocked confusion, a cautious laugh spilling from him.
"Ameer can't be killed! Ameer too strong! Ameer break you!"

His laugh dies on his lips as your blurringly fast counter blow sends your hammer crashing into the side of his neck, the heavy, angled head tearing through his flesh as easily as a blade. His stunnes expression stays on his face as his head sails over the edge of the trail like a thrown ball. You cough, your ribs twinging painfully and spit blood onto his corpse.
"Big man break YOU ya sheep fucker"

"Uhhhhnnn... Baer? Gurn? Ameer? Help... Help Nost... Help chieftains son..."
The pummeled hunter groans, laying weakly on his belly, a pool of dark blood spreading from his pierced gut and smashed nose. You stride over to the young man, flipping him over with a boot. He looks up at you, his teeth cracked and nose flattened from the abrupt impact, his eyes glassy and lips shredded. His muddy brown eyes fix on you dazedly as you reach down.
"Here. Lemme give ya a hand"

>cont

>>2388026
Tentatively, he reaches up, grasping your arm with a nervous smile as you grip his forearm solidly.
"Help me? You? Help?"

"Nope"
You smile cruelly, shaking your head and slamming a foot down on the younger mans chest, his gasp of pain rising into a gasping scream as you pull back inexorably.

Tendon, muscle, joints and bone prove no match for your strength and with no more effort than D ismembering a roast chicken you rip the young mans arm from its socket, using it as a makeshift club to beat him thoroughly as blood spurts from the ragged hole in his shoulder. His shouts of pain grow weaker and weaker as his blood flows away, finally stilling as you thump his arm into his head over and over. You throw his arm down onto his corpse and smirk to yourself
"There. Gave ya a hand"

You look out across the makeshift battlefield and grin to yourself as you watch your companions carve through the remaining Cave Stalkers. Urhost plants his foot on a wriggling savage and buries his axe up to the shaft into the wounded mans shoulder with a roar of victory

Arvel sits atop a bloody faced savage, pinning the mans arms with his knees, his fists dripping blood as he pummels the mans head into the stone. His hand axe sits a few meters away, buried in a Cave Stalkers neck.

Falhim, Lionel and Balon have mastered their teamwork and are going as a team against the remaining four savages. You wipe blood from your lips and heft your weapons, grinning like a wolf.

>Engage the remaining savages

>Supply throwing axe support

>WREN!

>sit and watch.

>Other

>>2388029
>Sit & Watch
Let the others have some fun, we just grandslammed a man's head from his shoulders, and it was awesome. Pitch an axe in if needed.

>>2388029
>sit and watch
These are the newest of your crew. Let's see what they can do

>>2388029
>sit and watch.

They seem to have everything covered.
Also Magnus needs to be more aware of his surroundings, he seems to get a little tunnel vision when he gets to killing.

>>2388029
>>WREN!

>>2388029
>>Engage the remaining savages

>>2388029
>WREN!

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>Sit and Watch wins.
>roll me 1d100+5 for their combat results. Bo3. Beat my roll.

Rolled 98 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2388107
here goes.

Rolled 78 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2388107
not making this easy

>>2388109
>Balon going beast mode

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>>2388109
Damn anon

Hey QM I re-read the post where Magnus kills the last of his enemies and I started wondering about Nost who said he was the chief's son.

Will that complicate things later on down the line?

I mean with barbarians the chieftain probably has tons of children, but will this mean we have to worry about the barbarian hill billies trying to go all deliverance on us as we go on our adventures?

>>2388120
I know I also rolled near max damage earlier too, I'm doing a lot better since last time.

>>2388120
That. That right there. That is getting saved.

>>2388128
Ohohoho caught that did you? Yes Nost is.. Er... WAS the Chieftan son. One of em anyway. Seeing as there will likely be no survivors of their hunting party, you'll get off Scot free unless you actually TELL the Cave Stalkers you ganked their Chieftan son and all his buddies. Could do to enrage the Chieftan into doing something stupid if you wanted.

>>2388140
I know who's head we're taking as a trophy...wait is there any head left?

>>2388142
There is a head but its pretty pummeled.

>>2388144
Would it make for a good snack for our griffin?

>>2388156
Speaking of which. These poor fucks already gutted this giant goat for us. Might as well make some stew tonight lads.

>>2388156
I mean yes but that's a waste of a perfectly good head.

>>2388163
So QM since we encountered the cave stalkers and they seem to fill in the niche of "inbred cave dwelling dipshits who aren't very good at anything" barbarians what niches do the other tribes fill?

I can guess that the black hands are the "Scary ass fuckers who torture anyone they catch and are moustache twirling dicks".

>>2388176
The Cave Stalkers are in fact VERY good at ambushes and creeping up to stick a rusty dagger up your urethra.

>>2388176
Since you asked


Stone Bears-Formerly a great tribe, after the death of their legendary warbeasts, they fell from power.

Black Hands-Mean, Xenophobic, Fire Worshipping, Sadistic yet honorbound Raiders.

The Sky-Watchers-Mystics, Friends of the great eagles and damn good archers.

Wyrm-Killers-living off of past glories, they're a tribe of bitter older men and angry young ones.

Cliff Men- a group of nomadic tribals clinging to primitive ways, the cliff men arenr worth much to anybody dead or alive.

The Wave-Hunters- Not Vikings (Vikings)

Frost-Bears- the stone bears before they lost their bears and their balls. They are damn good beast trainers and warriors.

Troll-Slayers- what the name implies, these guys excel at killing trolls. And anything else.

Blood Axes- the more civilized group of tribals, these guys have a love hate relationship with everything. Basically Khornates.

Cave Stalkers-Inbred, Rock worshipping, shit eating hillbillies with a murderboner for anyone weaker than them and a literal homer for their relatives.

>>2388208
>>2388208
Oh man you KNOW we need the Blood Axes, Troll-Slayers, Sky-Watchers, and Black Hands on our side.

>>2388208
In that case our first targets for conquest should be the sick men of the barbarian tribes.

stonebears- no longer have their trademark resource and are on hard times, they may even be willing to submit to us if we show up with tamed griffins.

Wyrm killers- no longer a power and filled with men either hungry to relive past glory or gain some for themselves. If we can big man them they could fill our ranks nicely.

Cliffmen- Too cavemanish to be useful but if we can break them in and get them to stop derping around in the stone age they can be good soldiers.

>>2388231
>>2388236
Since these are barbarians and raiders, nice words will not when them all over. This may be a bit of a (S)Hitler thing to do, but they'll only band together under two conditions, under extreme strife (while yes they've a lot of their glory they still maintain their quality of life) or the other way is to become so powerful that they need to kneel before us. Such an example would be....raiding the tribes, taking their best men and resources, such as fighters from the blood axes or the frost bears beast tamers and then we show back up with the head of a Moon Lord. That would rally some banners.

>103>78. The amazing Trio!

You lean heavily against the stone to your back, letting your weapons rest across your knee. Letting the trio fight as a group and see how they perform. If they start getting overwhelmed, you can always walk over and pull someone's head off.

Lionel spins his spear in both hands, batting away the clumsy thrust of a stone tipped spear. With a victorious shout he brings his spear back around, the razor sharp head opening his throat in a spray of blood. You nod and clap slowly, resting your feet on Ameers decapitated corpse.

Falhim steps into a sweeping slash of a bone edged axe and shoulder checks the grime covered raider with a grunt of effort, sending the man toppling. Planting his boot on the mans chest his drives his spear downward, ramming a foot of spearpoint through the mans eyesocket. He narrowly dodges back with a cry of alarm as a hatchet swinging tribal drives him back. Falhim stumbles over a corpse, almost falling victim to the frenzied raiders violence until Balon steps forward, grabbing the man from behind and with a twist of his powerful arms, turns the mans head completely around.

"Well done!"
You call out, clapping heavily and grinning in vicious pride as the men turn the tables on their remaining opponent. The terrified tribal stares at the men surrounding him and drops to his knees, raising his hands high.
"No! No kill! No kill!"
He pleads, cringing from the approaching men

>"STOP"

>Let them have his blood

>other

>>2388263
>>Let them have his blood

>>2388263
>>"STOP"
at lest ask the man y we should let him live

>>2388263
>"STOP"
At least hear him out first

hear and kill

>>2388263
>>Let them have his blood

"STOP"
You bellow, rising to your feet as Urhost, Arvel, Torbos and Wren make their way over to where the trio have the cowering tribal. Lionel steps back from where he had been about to ram a spear through the back of the savages neck and kicks the man forward onto his hands and knees.
"Your executions been stalled my friend"
He mutters, kicking the man in the rear.

You look down on the terrified tribal, the mans furs so thick you can discern nothing from his form and his face so obscured with filth and hair he may as well he wearing a mask.
"Ple-please! No kill! No kill Ollo! Ollo friend! Please!"

>What say?

>>2388334
"Please explain to be why you shouldn't be cut down in front of me while we watch you bleed and struggle for life"

We can't let him go or he will tell the chief we killed his son. Nor can we keep him because seriously who wants this guy? He will just backstab us

where are you going ? what are you doing ? and kill