>Previous Thread>>2364213>Archivehttp://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Arch%20MagnusWelcome back to Warlord Quest! Last time our hulking protagonist spoke with the ancient Shaman Duergir, receiving a laundry list of ingredients for the Ritual of the Life Drinker. After going out on a monster hunt (and I died a lot) we managed to slay a Shrieker in one on one combat, claiming its head, its hearts blood, its fangs, claws, eyes and hide as trophies. Our wounds patched up by our faithful scout/medic/archer/assassin buddy Wren, we camped on the cliff ledge, only meters from the butchered body of a creature of the night.>Stats and gear incoming
>>2383901Arch Magnus "Magnus the Mighty, Gate-Breaker and Friend of Giants"200/200HpDeath Touched. Your brief jaunt through the land of the dead gifted you with superhuman durability. +10 armorSpirit blade. Fallen warriors of ages past whisper in your ears, Guiding your strikes. +10 to attack rolls and damageHuge- 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.>GearMagnus'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 armorWarrior Helm-This angular, brutal looking helm offers decent protection while keeping your vision clear. +5 armorSpiked Pauldron-Your left shPulder and bicep are coated in overlapping steel plate with a vicious spike jutting from the center. +10 armorIronCapped Boots-Thick, reinforced, mildly spiked boots that guard your shins, toes and calves. +5 armorHeavy 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 HeadEolhim's Legion Longsword and Dagger. (1handed)Harald's Saber (1handed)Current loot hoard-Shrieker Fangs (Ingredient)Hearts blood (Ingredient)Shrieker ClawsShrieker HideShrieker EyesShrieker tendons6L 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 RaidingNo 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>>2383972Support. 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 WalkersDo we happen to know any of these guys?
>>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>>2383994Might as well switch to>Keep searching (more options)
>>2383990>Cairn of Gulman the Cruel, Chieftan of the Troll-Slayers>>2383994We dont not personally but there dead chefs of clans we want to butt fuck into joini g usAo i would say lets rob a tomb of thr closest clan we going to fight
>>2384023I 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 namesI'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
>>2384056>>Continue to be nutsacks
>>2384056>Continue to be nutsacks
>>2384056>>Continue to be nutsackslove you too mang
>>2384056>Continue to be nutsacksheheheLizard.png
>>2384056>Black HandsI 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 WalkersIf 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>>2384087was very tempting
>>2384083>Cairn of Trulas Storm-Blade, Bane of the Pale WyrmWyrm killers seem pretty good
>Lhorgar Iron-Fist and Trulas Storm Blade are all tied up
>>2384152>>2384083>Cairn of Trulas Storm-Blade, Bane of the Pale Wyrm
>>2384162you let me down again, axe
>>2384152storm blade, hopefully that's an item not an act.
>Cairn of Trulas Storm-BladeYou 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
>>2384180>Timeskip to nightfall
>>2384180>>Timeskip to nightfall
>Timeskip>Roll me 1d100 for the days travel. Best of 3
>>2384180Check the nest before we leave
Rolled 71 (1d100)>>2384208oh yeah i forgot about >>2384211maybe just take some of our rolls from this and translate to nest looting?
Rolled 99 (1d100)>>2384208
Rolled 8 (1d100)>>2384208come 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)>>2384219Loooooot
Rolled 13 + 5 (1d20 + 5)>>2384219
Rolled 7 + 5 (1d20 + 5)>>2384219Loots!
Rolled 11 + 5 (1d20 + 5)>>2384219
Rolled 6 + 5 (1d20 + 5)>>2384219rolling d20 to revive qm
Rolled 20 + 5 (1d20 + 5)>>2384219>>2384480Supporting
>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.
>>2384567Correction, 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.
>>2384584You 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.
>>2384584Support. Speak with Urhost and Wren. See what their feelings of the recruits are.
>>2384567>Get some sleep.
>>2384567armwrestle 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 recruitsMaking 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 questionAsk what do they think about the cairn we're going to. What's the absolute worst we can expect (within reason)?
>>2385156Urhost 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
Rolled 10 (1d100)>>2385156Knowledge
"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 timeLet's get to looting
>>2385326Hey QM what's the difference between trolls and ogres? Is one objectively more deadly than the other?
>>2385371Trolls 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)>>2385574Quit reading the hunter quest and post backstories then
Rolled 49 (1d100)>>2385574I 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)>>2385596all 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.
>>2385662Diplomacy. How big is their clan compared to ours?
>>2385662>Hit them fast while they're distracted. They're not your kin.Diplomacy? Magnus does diplomacy with a big fucking axe.
>>2385925but we can ALWAYS hit them if they don`t agree with us. so why not try it
>>2385662>Diplomacy. Youre the swinging dick hereWe should brandish our shrieker head if intimidation is needed
>>2385928>Reasoning with inbred goat fuckersThese guys will put us in the stew with the goat
>>2385969But 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
>>2386015This. Wounds from our frosty spear could throw off any other tribals
>>2385662>Hit them fast while they're distracted. They're not your kin.
>>2385668>>2385669>>2385673>>2385885>>2385925>>2386015>>23860357 for introducing fuckhammer to faces>>2385812>>2385880>>2385884>>2385904>>2385956>>23860276 for talking out our issues.Gimme a bit to wake up fully and ill get this written up.
>>2386081Aw 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 wieldRip and tear
>>2386106>>2386108Support. The ripping and the tearing
>Dual Wielding furyYou 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>>TacticsBasically make sure everyone has a target before they start screaming and running maybe let wren snipe a few
>>2386140>TacticsWren & 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.
>>2386140this >>2386148try and kill the bowmen first, they're the most critical targets
>>2386148Axeanon is a master tactician. 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)>>2386240How are my rolls this batch, let's see...
Rolled 62, 67 = 129 (2d100)>>2386240
>>2386244At least you got dubs
>>2386250Maybe I should just stick to tactics....
Rolled 13, 60 = 73 (2d100)>>2386240
>>2386253>Tactical AxeI 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)
>>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
>>2386280>>2386269picrelated 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.
>>2386292I like your style. Im a Tomahawk man myself.
>>2386277Also, 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 AXEAt 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.
>>2386383This!! LETS GOOOOO
>>2386383You actually don't know Whirling Blow. It was one of the special dual wielding moves Barbas offered to teach you.
>>2386383Might as well get crazy. Support
>>2386378>Feat of Strength (what do?)Pick up the nearest one and chuck him at the others
>>2386390Well crap.Let's go with the throwing axes on Baer then
>>2386390Shiit>Mental note: Learn whirling blowIl go for>Attack (3A on each enemy with current equip)
use throwing axe before engaging in melee
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)>>2386430I'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)>>2386482moving 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
>>2386487Becouse your namefagging you fag
>>2386513Welcome. Axeanon was given his name by the QM for his enthusiasm.
>>2386513Axe is a friend anon... but he should probably have learned by now to just stop rolling
>>2386530>>2386523Mybe he could drop his name for a roll and see if he rolls goodIf not then he should just stop rollingUnless its for thr bad guys
>>2386513>>2386530>>2386534Yeah, I'll stick with tactical advice. RNGesus seems to frown on my namefaggery.
Rolled 60, 52, 86, 62 = 260 (4d100)>>2386430Baer>75>56. Baer dodges>38>13. Baer hits.>43<73. Magnus hits>50>28. Magnus missesGurn>38<85. Magnus hits>51>40 Gurn defends>50<52 Magnus hitsKyal>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)>>2386711Might need to have people post twice.
Rolled 63, 20 + 10 = 93 (2d100 + 10)>>2386711i'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)>>2386711if samefag is allow then take this too
>>2386722I 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
>>2386749The number of participants will increase as it gets into the evening
Rolled 48, 33 + 10 = 91 (2d100 + 10)>>2386711
>>2386711Damage resultsMagnus 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?
>>2386916nvm, 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
>>2386916Forgot to add one and then fixed it without changing the total. My math might be wrong.
>>2386969Damn thats nice writing
>>2386969Damm 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 youThe 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
>>2387139You 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 tearMan i love this writing
>>2387154>AttackFinish Baer off. He's leading this band
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 defendingRoll 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
>>2387256Your missing 2 more rolls there buddy
>>2387273He rolled for wrens sniper shot
Rolled 20, 30 = 50 (2d100)>>2387250Shit forgot to roll for Nost. That was meant to be 7d100 not 5.
Rolled 42 + 15 (1d100 + 15)>>2387281Well then i cant read
Rolled 99, 80, 64 + 10 = 253 (3d100 + 10)>>2387250
Rolled 29, 83 = 112 (2d100)>>2387250Hit resultsBaer>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
>the absolute carnage we're inflicting in this thread
>>2387547roll 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)>>2387506Since I was invited.
>>2387579My sides have been wrecked harder than these mooks
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
>>2387629Let's fuckhammer a homerun with somebody's skull.
>>2387579Nice one Axebro.
>>2387629I 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.
>>2387629Let's cut the big leader guy in two from head to groin in a single swing.
>>2387595>>2387657I 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
>>2387506Damage resultsMagnus>158hp 55A>29-55=-26. 0 damage dealt.>83-55=28 damage>158-28=130hpBaer>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.
>>2387940Inbreeding 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
>>2388026Tentatively, 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 & WatchLet 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 watchThese 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>>Engage the remaining savages
Rolled 78 (1d100)>Sit and Watch wins.>roll me 1d100+5 for their combat results. Bo3. Beat my roll.
Rolled 98 + 5 (1d100 + 5)>>2388107here goes.
Rolled 78 + 5 (1d100 + 5)>>2388107not making this easy
>>2388109>Balon going beast mode
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?
>>2388120I know I also rolled near max damage earlier too, I'm doing a lot better since last time.
>>2388120That. That right there. That is getting saved.
>>2388128Ohohoho 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.
>>2388140I know who's head we're taking as a trophy...wait is there any head left?
>>2388142There is a head but its pretty pummeled.
>>2388144Would it make for a good snack for our griffin?
>>2388156Speaking of which. These poor fucks already gutted this giant goat for us. Might as well make some stew tonight lads.
>>2388156I mean yes but that's a waste of a perfectly good head.
>>2388163So 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".
>>2388176The Cave Stalkers are in fact VERY good at ambushes and creeping up to stick a rusty dagger up your urethra.
>>2388176Since you askedStone 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>>2388208Oh man you KNOW we need the Blood Axes, Troll-Slayers, Sky-Watchers, and Black Hands on our side.
>>2388208In 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>>2388236Since 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
"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
>>2388334This is a ,excuse my french, but a pure mountain nigger who will say anything to spare himself. Kill him.
Is it weird to say while I despise her subjects, I feel a respect for this moonlady?
>>2388334Interrogate him first
>>2388536As in the moon goddess. Despite her flock being a cunt. We've sacked her villages and all she's really done is give us sweet loot. While she's not stated too directly to give us boons, doesn't it feel a little strange how we get these great things and yet no great paladin appears before us to smite us? Perhaps we're onto something good....
>>2388555The impression I get is that spirits and gods have the power to intervene in certain situtions, and QM has said that worship and recognition from mortals greatly increases that power, but I also get the impression that even gods can't pull the old fire and brimstone act whenever and the most direct influence they have is over partiularly devoted subjects who the deity can empower if the mortal has sufficiently proven themselves.And it should be said though that gods and spirits are not omniscient nor can magically do and see everything whenever they want.Also 10 bucks says that Vall is porbably running interference to keep us from getting punked by a bunch of moon ash hopped up zealots before we can get into a real fight as opposed to getting mobbed and dieing because the lady Nyx is a huge bitch who probably can't take an L to save her life.I also speculate for shits and giggles that vall regularly bullies the spirits and gods for fun and that he gives Nyx a thumping whenever she gets too uppity, but doesn't kill her because he wants his followers to face more of a challenge while they are on earth.
>>2388334>Ask where the inbreds live and how many they are. Then kill
>>2388555You missed that Moon Knight we gave the fuck hammer to in the first thread. He even sniffed his crazy dust and went full retard.
>>2389128I would genunely would not be surprised if one of the reasons for the silver legions showing up and breaking up the sons of Vall was because Nyx got some of Vall's god slayer and tried to get his attention by throwing a fit.I also wouldn't be surpirsed if Vall just bent Nyx over the spirit plane and reamed her. Warlord has pretty much said that aside from the elder gods Vall can pretty much make everything else in the spirit plane his bitch.
>>2389208>inb4 it turns out that Nyx is Vall`s concubine or something
>>2389215I imagine Vall is like OG Crom from the Conan Mythos. His gift to men is not any specific blessing and you can't count on him actually listening to prayers, but he sees potential in men to accomplish great things so he gives blessings or miracles to give them the oppurtunity to accomplish them.If Nyx were a concubine I wouldn't be surprised if Vall ordered her to fuck up the sons because they were growing lazy and stagnant.
>>2389208Guys, you know we're using this next time we face Moonfags."VALL FUCKS YOUR GODDESS.""THE MOON LADY IS VALL'S WHORE.""YOUR GODDESS DRIPS WITH VALL'S SEED."And so on.
>>2389247I suggested in a previous thread that we should find a temple or abbey dedicated to the moon goddess. My first reason was because abbeys and temples tend to have lots of shiny gubbinz and the other reason was that we should impregnate as many moon priestesses as possible just to piss off the moonies.
>>2389007Yes our first time encountering her at all.
You look down at the cringing, cowering Cave Stalker, the mans furs caked with filth and dried blood, mud and smeared dung, his nails dirty and cracked, his hair and beard tangled and greasy. He pleads for his life in their thick, broken accent and you finally tire of his groveling."Why?"The Cave Stalker, Ollo, looks up cautiously, cowardly tears and snot cutting tracks through the layer of filth on his face."W-why? Why no kill?"You crouch down, drawing your dagger slowly and flipping the blade in your palm to gain the mans undivided attention"Yes. Why no kill? Because..."You place the tip of the dagger under the mans chin and smile cruelly"We want to kill. Badly. So... Why. No. Kill?"The savage swallows audibly, his brown tongue flicking out to wet his cracked lips."Ollo...Ollo know things! Many things! Tell things! Tell things for life!">Tell me (ask question)>Carry a message for me (incite war with Cave Stalkers, provoke Chieftan Rual, etx)>Other
>>2389424>>Tell me (ask question)>>2388794
>>2389424>>2389439Seems to me there's little point in asking him where his tribe is, since Urhost or Wren probably know. Unless we're intending immediate conquest there's not much point in gauging their numbers either, though that could be useful. We could try to falseflag it and provoke them to attack one of the other tribes, but if that goes wrong we'll have two other tribes coming at the Crag Wolves (which could be fun, but is risky and likely would not be good for earning respect from Throth).I vote >Tell meabout the cairn we're heading to, if it's near his area and if he knows anything we don't already know. I dunno, I don't know what we stand to gain from interrogating this shitmouth desu.
>>2389424>>2389439>>2389442are there any tribes worth pretending to be? If we incite the Cave Stalkers to war with an equally shitty tribe, they could soften each other up right before we roll in and mop up
>>2389445Yeah, but if they catch on that 'hey, these don't like the guys that hit us, what gives,' then we may get them teaming up and coming after us. Now, how do we explain that to Throth?>"Well Throth, it sounded funny as shit at the time. Sorry we're now 2-on-1-ing it against other tribes."Even if they are pushover tribes, they are two other *tribes* versus our one. All I'm sayin' is there is reason for caution with the false-flag, especially without the thumbs-up from Throth.
>>2389476'these don't look* like,' I swear I can at least into typings
>>2389476>if they catch onI see ur concerns axe. I would posit that they're very unlikely to figure it out for a good while, with the Cave stalkers being semi-verbal inbreds anyway. To be safe, we could guarantee that our next raid target was one of the two tribes
>Questions seems to win. Writing."Tell me what I want to know and you might live. Listen and listen well. Your home, where is it?"You speak softly and calmly, staring the man in his terrified eyes.Ollo swallows, his eyes flickering between your face, the dagger in your hands and your surrounding companions flowering down at him. He nods frantically, his mouth working, almost spitting the words out"Home? Home is in Great Caves! That way! That way!"He points frantically to the southeast of your current position and Urhost nods, crossing his arms"The cowardly lil bugger is right. The Cave Stalkers been holed up in that set of caves for generations. Not worth the bloody trouble to root 'em out. Too bad considering there's iron in those caves. Theyre just too bloody stupid to mine it"You tap the blade of your dagger to your cheek and give the man a pat on his disgusting shoulder"Good. See? That wasn't hard. Now, the Cairn? The tomb? The burial stones up ahead? A days travel that way? What do you know?"Ollo blinks in confusion, chewing his cheek as he quickly thinks, well... As quickly as someone who's family tree is a straight line can."Stones? Place of the dead? Ollo not go there. Cursed. Stone spirits punish Ollo if go. Not know. Not know"You scowl, flicking the dagger across the mans cheek, laying open the flesh in a thin slash that immediately trickles blood down his chin"Not worth much to me are you?"You growl as he whimpers in pain, clutching his cut cheek."Your tribe. How many warriors do they have? How many fighters?"Wren snorts, picking his fingernails with a dagger"Assuming he can count? Bold choice Magnus"Ollo puts his limited brain power to use, you can practically see steam issuing from his ears as his brain overheats but finally he looks up at you hopefully, holding up his hands, all fingers extended"This many this many!"He quickly opens and closes his hands near twenty times.You bite your tongue and thinj over the mans information. If his counting skills are correct that's near two hundred fighters. Theyre men haven't impressed you much but that's a substantial force.>more questions>Slit his throat>Carry a message for me Ollo (incite War, False Flag, Etc)>Other
>>2389640>Carry a message for me Ollo (False Flag)Tell your chieftain that the Wyrm-Killers are coming for him
>>2389640>Carry a message for me Ollo (False Flag)Fuck it, let's go Wyrm-Killers. I wasn't keen to be on their good side anyhow.
>>2389640OP I gotta ask: Do you come up with all these names on the spot, and if so, how do you do it? It's very impressive.
>>2389692I have tribal names already decided and enemy heroes and what not but yeah each random mook you fight gets a original name. Fantasynamegenerator.com and my own imagination are factories for names.
>>2389677sure, this way we can ally with wyrm-killers when surely cave stalkers do go for revenge. two birds one stone
>>2389677that's why i picked them, they seemed throwaway enough that they either get in line or we just kill them, but either way nothing of value was lost
>>2389707oh no, anon. Think about it this way: if I punch QM, claim to be you, and then QM punches you - how are you going to feel towards me when you realize what happened?We're picking a fight with two tribes with one stone is what we're doing. But, Vall Vult.
>>2389714>implying you'll roll high enough to find out who it wasnice try axe
>>2389714It does not matter if wyrm-killers don`t get to know that, we just need make sure that they get our message and after that make sure that messenger expires.>>2389725Ouch
>>2389725>picrelated is my sides
>>2389748clearly i should be sleeping>It does matter
>>2389725My sides are currently orbiting Saturn.
>Consensus seems to be sic the Cave Stalkers on the Wyrm Killers.>Send Ollo back with Nost's head Y/N
You smile at the cowardly Cave Stalker and stand, offering him your hand to pull him to his feet."Congratulations my friend. You get to live. I have a message for your Chieftan and you will carry it."You stride over to the battered corpse of Nost and grip his lanky, greasy hair in one hand, sawing at the throat with your dagger. Ollo sputtered nervously"Chief... Chief Rual not like. Chief Rual hurt Ollo."With a wet rip you pull the head free from the body, the last vestiges of skin and tendon tearing like paper as you stand, smiling at the craven hunter"I will hurt you worse if you don't. Take this..."You toss the head at the man, his reflexive jerk making your men laugh as it knocks against Ollos feet."And take it to your chief. Tell him... Tell him the Wyrm Killers are coming for him. Tell him we will kill him like his coward of a son"Arvel blinks confusedly, opening his mouth to correct you but Urhost slaps the back of his head and glares at him. Ollo looks at the head at his feet and tentatively picks it up, gripping the greasy hair so tightly his knuckles turn white."You.. You Wyrm Killer? You big warrior! Wyrm Killer no have big warrior in long long time! I tell Rual! I tell Chief!"He stalkers, backing away as you laugh, turning and bolting as soon as he breaks free from the circle of your men"RUN LITTLE MAN! RUN AND TELL YOUR CHIEF!"You roar, your voice ringing from the mountainsides.Wren steps forward, his eyes crinkled from a vicious smile"Setting the dung eaters on the former warriors? Excellent plan. No matter who wins their little spat, we win."Arvel huffs, rubbing the back of his head ruefully"Don't seem like a fair fight. Pittin' em 'gainst each other like hounds and then kicking the shit out of the winner"Falhim laughs, smacking Arvel on the back with a broad smile"Thats the point big guy. Whoever wins, we get to go kick the shit out of them!">Loot the bodies>Fuck their shit covered loot, make camp>Have Wren treat your wounds>Other
>>2390329>Fuck their shit covered loot, make campBut like away from the bodies as animals will come
>>2390329>Loot the bodiesIf there is even anything worth it.
>>2390329>Loot the bodies
>>2390329>Fuck their shit covered loot, make campWhat do they even have that's worth it?
>>2390385The wyrm dagger i think was the only thing worth taking
>>2390391It's a dagger made of a wyrm tooth. I'm pretty sure anything Hemmik makes is 10x better.
>>2390400You asked if there was anything worth takingAnd that was my answer Part from that cool pice i dont see them having anything better then us
>>2390329>>Fuck their shit covered loot, make camp
We should have people near there caves to look for when they leave to go to warOnce the big wat party has gone we can move in and kill take over there home when there is few fighters left there.Start working the mins and bitch slap anyone that comes back
>>2390329>Fuck their shit covered loot, make campIf anything we can scavenge what we can from the cliff jumper. Was there anything we needed from a cliff jumper for runes and shit?
>>2390418You're right, I'm sorry if my previous post made me sound like an ass. If anything just take the knife and leave everything else there.
>>2390436All goodI mean hemmirk best black smith Old magic iteams probably the only stuff he cant make better
You kick aside one of the bodies and scoff at the poor quality of the mans axe, the blade more rust than metal."Not even worth taking their gear. Arvel! Falhim! Balon! Dump the fuckers over the side of the trail. Im already tired of smelling them. They were kind enough to leave us a cliff jumper for dinner so they couldn't be all bad though"You laugh as you inspect the horse sized goat, the thick white hide already pulled back from the meat over the majority of the beast.Lionel prods a hunk of roasting meat over their abandoned fire and sniffs appreciatively"They even made us dinner! How thoughtful of them."He chuckles, carving away a hunk of fat and meat, hisssing as it burns his fingers.>Speak with a companion (who)>have Wren treat your wounds>get some rest.>Other
>>2390741>Speak with a companion (who)Speak to Lionel and Balon. Let them know we are pleased with their prowess. It's looking good for them to become full fledged Crag Wolf warriors.
>>2390741>>have Wren treat your wounds>>get some rest.
>>2390741>have Wren treat your wounds>Speak with a companion (who)Talk to Wren as he binds our wounds. Ask Wren where he learned medecine from>get some rest.
>Get wounds treated.>Talk to Wren.You sit heavily on a rounded stone near the fire as Lionel and Torbos carve chunks of meat from the cliff jumper. You slowly shed your gauntlets, Pauldron and leathers, wincing as your bruised muscles, pierced skin and lacerated arms all complain to you."Wren? Do you have a minute? Im leaking over here"You call out, Wren looking up from bandaging a slash on Urhost's thigh, nodding as he rises, patting Urhost on the shoulder as he does"You'll be fine big guy just keep it clean. Did the shit eaters manage to bust you up Magnus?"He laughs, whistling as he takes in the purple and black bruises and torn flesh of your back and ribs."THAT... That looks painful"He points out, eying the shard of sharpened bone jutting from your upper back.Pulling bandages and vials of oils and pastes from his pack he kneels next to you, working from largest injury to smallest."Cave Stalkers are mean little fuckers arent they? Vicious, cruel, not smart enough to flee half the time and savage enough to eat their own children. Ive met worse but... Not many"He states, pouring a small amount of that burning clear liquid over the puncture in your back, wiggling the shard free carefully and rinsing the wound with the infernal liquid."Tsssss... Ow... Yeah I suppose they surprised me a bit. Nice shot by the way."You grunt as Wren pokes his finger into the puncture, feeling for broken bones or shards of the shattered spike.>Ask Wren about his past>Ask Wren about his medical training>Ask Wren about his thoughts on another tribe (which one)>Ask Wren ________>Other
>>2390877>Ask Wren about his medical training
>>2390877>Ask Wren about his pastHe said before he learned his medic skills by necessity of being a scout. Let's ask him how he got into the scout business.
>>2390877>Ask Wren about his past>Ask Wren about his medical training>Ask Wren about his thoughts on another tribe (which one)What does he think about the wyrm killers considering we may have just started a small tribal war between them and the cave stalkers.
>>2390877>>Ask Wren about his past
>Ask Wren about his past.You try your best to remain still as Wren probes the puncture in your back, packing a paste of pungent and stinging herbs into the wound."You said that you were had to learn how to treat wounds from Duergir once you became a scout."You keep your back straight as Wren rubs a oil that tingles the skin of your back into the bruised and torn tissue.He chuckles quietly, capping the vial and wrapping a bandage around your chest and side."Yes, all of the scouts have to learn how. I had to learn a... A bit more because of my injuries but it served us well."You think back to the glimpses of Wren's hideous scars and warped, twisted feet and legs and decide not to venture there."What made you want to be a scout Wren? Didn't want to charge into the fray as a child?"Wren is quiet for a moment, prodding the bruised on your shoulder and forcing you to roll the limb."I was never big or strong. But I was brave, quick and quiet. Didnt fear a thing and even at a young age I was a damn good shot. My father, Daylon, called me Wren because I was able to get into anything and perch in the highest trees when he took me hunting. He taught me everything he knew. It was just me and him one day when a Black Hand hunting party stumbled on us... But. You don't want to hear all that"He forces cheer, moving on to your slashed bicep with a needle and thread in his fingers.>Ask about the Black Hands treatment of Wren.>Ask about Wrens father>Ask about his medical training.>Let him work in peace.
>>2391124>Ask about Wrens fatherHe was obviously tortured and the back hands most likely killed his dad, lets let the issue rest for now since it's so personal.
>>2391124>>Ask about his medical training.
Can ruinius slash be used on weapons?
>>2391157No but I do intend to add a special attack for Great Weapons. "Shield Breaker" which has a 2nd tier of "Weapon Shatter" that can destroy your enemies main weapon.
>>2391124>>Let him work in peace.dont meddle to much with his past
>>2391124>>Let him work in peace.
>>2391124>Let him work in peace.
>>2391124Is asking about medical training meaning learning the basics for ourselves? If so, ask about his father. Sounds like a good man
>>2391226>>2391197>>2391175>>2391164Ask wren about his transition from female to male
>>2391124>Ask about Wrens father
Updates will come later. Family and gf require me.
>>2392987handle your business
Apologies for my absence today. Its been very busy and demanding of my time. I should be free tomorrow late afternoon (best friends baby reveal is tomorrow) but in the off chance I am not, thread will continue Sunday at the absolute latest. You guys are awesome and I shall return! Feel free to discuss, criticize, ask questions or suggest plans of action.
>>2394416>(best friends baby reveal is tomorrow)Is that some kind of weird tribal celebration for couples who club other couples over the head and take their baby as their own?I've never heard of a baby reveal before
>>2394950QM is saying he's a hipster. Hey warlord, how were your homemade vegan bran flakes this morning?
>>2394962Theyre delicious when topped with the blood of my enemies. Really gets me jazzed up for my urban mentor nude bicycle yoga.
>>2394950His fiancee's idea. Im mainly going because I was invited and his family makes awesome BBQ
Rolled 14 (1d100)Sacrifice the baby to Khorne in exchange for more power
>>2395018I can't really criticize. I just went through the Starbucks drive through to order the wife's triple venti skim hazelnut latte... Girls ruin everything
>>2395108Starbucks have drivethroughs?I didn't think they were allowed to do anything so mainstream. Mind, up here everyone aside from pretentious twats drink timmies.
>>2395084>anon wants to sacrifice a BABY to khorne>no actual test of strength>no combat nor threat of death>tiny skull>no effort to kill (fighting the parents doesn't count they are a seperate sacrifice)bitch do you want a bloodthirster to show up and beat your ass into super space hell for offering such a shitty offering to Khorne!
>>2395172I mean, if you did that deliberately, knowing you would get a bloodthirster to fight and then offer that skull... You know, if you survive.
>I LIVE!>Once again 4chan automods can swing from my balls. B& for posting on boards I don't attend. >SadWarhorn.mp3>Gimme a minute to write the updates out and ill start us up a 8.5 thread because IM ON PAGE 5 THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE.
>>2398239Im pretty sure that just gets more bloodthirsters sent to shove flaming swords up your ass
>Let Wren work in peace.Deciding not to pick at old wounds, you simply smile and nod, remaining still and quiet as your wounds are cleaned, stitched and bandaged. Wren shows his skill in that a mere matter of minutes elapse before he steps back, cleaning his scarred hands with a wet rag and nodding to himself"If you keep those clean you should be fine in a day or so. BlackRoot oil speeds healing and prevents infection. Can't even think what nastiness those savages had on their blades."You think back to the layer of rust, grime, dried blood and most likely shit that was smeared along the Cave Stalkers blades and shudder."Aye I'd rather not have my dangly bits fall off"Wren chuckles, patting your treated shoulder and standing"Im sure your women would never forgive me if I allowed that">speak with a companion>get some rest>other
>>2402239>>get some rest
>>2402239Get some rest. Like everyone recovering from St. Paddy's day
>Get some restThanking Wren for his efforts, you rise, tenderly working your arm and twisting your body, pleased at the general lack of agony. Wren makes his way over to Falhim, the younger raider swearing as he clutches a bleeding bite wound from a wounded Cave Stalker that took offense to being thrown over the edge.In rolling your bedroll, you gnaw a chunk of roasted Cliff Jumper, savoring the smoky fat and searing grease that warm your belly. You eat your fill, washing it down with a large swig from your waterskin and laying back with a sigh, using your pack as a pillow. Post-Battle exhaustion claims you quickly and you fall asleep within moments, dreams of conquest dancing behind your eyes.>End o'thread. Ill get a 8.5 thrown up and well get this show on the road.
>>2402199Depends on how fickle he is being, that's totally a possibility.But a mortal killing a bloodthirster in single combat is pretty fucking impressive, if you were some tribal fuckwit with nothing good left to kill on your planet and that was the only way you could think of to get a good fight, I could see him being content, it might take a few bloodthirsters though.