>>3380445

Equipment:
>Full Plate Armor
>Maiden and Knight Rings: [The Maiden Ring where can transfer their health to the Knight Ring wearer and the Knight Ring wearer can absorb damage the Maiden Ring wearer would receive. Allow telepathic communication between the ring wearers.]
>Plate of the Savior’s Mercy: (once per in game day you will survive a mortal blow)
>Untouchable Glaive: +2 to damage. Every turn in combat that you don’t take damage, the enemy will have 1 point taken off their dice (This is cumulative so 3 turns without taking damage = -3 to their dice)
>Halberd
>Short sword
>Coin of Fate (re-roll 1 die with a coin flip [1=crit fail 2=crit success] Non-Spontaneous Rolls Only)
>Helmet of Clear Vision (+2 on perception checks, can see through minor illusions)
>Oak Heart Belt: +5 HP and will make you marginally stronger adding +1 to your dice damage. Secondary effect: If you were then belt for 24 consecutive hours your skin will turn to bark adding +3 to your defense and -1 to your dice damage.
>1 Health potion
>1 Energy potion
>2 Explosive Grenadoes
>1 Smoke Grenado
>125 Gold

Books:
>Herbalism Primer
>Herbalist Guide Book
Perks:
>Bush Wacker: Easier to spot and set ambushes
>Elf War Veteran: +2 to your defense against non-magical ranged attacks and +2 to your dice damage.
>Commanding Voice: Your words will be heard over the loudest of noises and when directly giving orders, the recipients of those orders gain a +2 to their rolls. You also gain +1 when intimidating others.
>Iron Gullet perk. It will now take a copious amount of alcohol to get you even tipsy, a blessing and a curse; however spoiled foods and poisons now have a hard time making you sick +3 to resist the effects of poison.
>Smart Attacker: You’ve been there attacked that and gotten smacked for it so many times you finally learned something (The aggressive stance no longer deducts defense and adds +1 to your dice rolls for combat).
>Shoulder to Shoulder: Fighting side by side with your companions has taught you how to fight as a team. The Battle Buddy bonus now applies when companions are fighting next to you, not just against the same target. You will also confer the Battle Buddy bonus to companions who are applying it to you.
>Triage Medic: After any fight in which you’ve sustained damage, you can choose to treat your wounds, healing you for 5 HP, you also have an easier time treating the wounds of others.


>Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Mid+Boss+Quest

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>>3380448

Rebel camp the night of the ritual

“Move aside, I bring medicine for girl.” Says a man dressed in the robes of one of the camp’s volunteer herbalists.

“She’s resting, come back later,” one of the tent’s guards says refusing to budge.

“She’s resting because she is sick and needs medicine. I have the medicine she needs, now get out of my way, or do you two want to be responsible for the poor girls death?!” The man snaps.

The two tent guards share a look before one of them says “Alright, but make it quick.” The two guards step to either side of the tent flap and allow the herbalist to enter. Once the flap swings back into place, the herbalist quickly crosses the tent and comes upon the curled up form of a girl on the ground. Kneeling down next to her the herbalist pulls the blanket hiding the girl’s face back far enough so that the ambient light outside the tent illuminates her features. The girl flinches at the touch of light and tries to retreat further into her blankets.

“Shh, it’s alright.” The herbalist says as he strokes the girl’s hair and caresses her cheek. The girl relaxes slightly at both the man’s words and touch. “I know what it’s like to feel her gaze upon you. I know how much it can hurt when she digs into your mind and tears open your memories.”

The girl opens her eyes and looks up at the herbalist “You do?” she asks her voice weak, wavering, and confused.

“I do Valenca, and that’s why I’m here to ease your suffering.” Before Valenca can react, the herbalist’s hand clasps over her mouth and a glinting dagger flashes forward imbedding itself in her neck. Valenca’s eyes widen in shock and fear as with a sharp tug, the herbalist slits her throat open. She begins to thrash and fight but is held down fast by the herbalist. She tries to scream, but only manages to gurgle more blood out her opened throat. Blood leaking out onto the ground Valenca’s thrashing becomes weaker and weaker until finally, her body no longer responds to her commands. With the last of her strength she tries to give her attacker a defiant glare. Locking eyes with the man she doesn’t find the normal fire of hate she often saw in the eyes of her attackers. Instead she finds only a resolute coldness, as if her death was just another task to be completed, staring into those cold eyes the light of life flickers out of Valenca.

Randolf holds Valenca still for a few moments longer after she had stopped moving. Slowly he releases his grasp on her and picks up his knife from off the ground. At the exact moment, the tent flap is thrown back bathing the scene inside the tent in the dancing orange fire light outside. “Are you just abo-” the guard stops mid-sentence as he catches sight of the horrific view in front of him. With no time to think or hesitate, Randolf grips the handle of his dagger tight and rushes at the guard.

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>>3380452

Your nerves frayed into tatters, the boats finally float out into view of the source of the light. To your surprise and slight relief, you are not met with your expected ambush, but rather with a towering and brightly blazing pyre, around which were positioned swamp folk shamans chanting and dancing. Thanks to the light of the giant pyre, the shadowy figures that had been stalking you from the shore line were finally revealed. Indeed, the swamp folk had been shadowing your group as you floated down the river, but it looked like they couldn’t tell exactly what you were until now when you were illuminated in the light of the ceremonial pyre. A high pitch squeal followed by a string of shouts in the swamp folk’s tongue interrupts the shamans drawing their attention away from the ritual and to you and your men instead. Some of the shaman’s begin dashing for cover, while others begin to chant and dance again, although this time with more malice and anger in their voices and movements than they had used in the ritual. As the water begins to churn around your boats you shout “FIRE,” your bellowing voice temporarily drowning out all other noise. Raising their crossbows, Long and his men take aim and fire at the shamans.

>Give me some d20s boys

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>3380455
Shit sonthe rolls were for the other missions, I'm surprised and kind of bummed Randolph actually succeded with the rolls we got, but he is probably not getting away, and if that 1 was for the goblins we can kiss them godbye.

I apologize in advance for my inevitable 1

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>3380455
Let's hope all that training give them some bonuses.

if these boats turn our mid troops may be alright but our heavies are sinking like rocks

and I just jinxed it didn't I?

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>3380455
Let the s*** rolls begin.

>>3380741

the DC for the rolls were actually incredibly low but you still almost managed to botch everything. As for Randolf, you'll see what happens.

>>3380797
Hmmm if they were low the second set of dice may still have a positive number with a 10 a 1 and a 12, something bad will happen but the deed will still be done.....maybe that was Randolph and not the goblins even

Rolled 20, 19, 10 = 49 (3d20)

>>3380455

>Retaliation

>>3380856

Well here we go again

>Anons I need 1d20 from you to see if you are hit.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>3380857

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>3380857
Looks like our crossbow guys are fucked damn, i knew this was fucked

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>3380856

>Mildri

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>>3380455

>>3380741
>>3380781
>>3380788
>>3380856
>>3380888
>>3380929

In the brief silence after your bellowing shout, the air is filled with the sounds of thwacking crossbow strings and whistle of bolts sailing through the air. The effects of the barrage are immediate, all of the shamans who had begun casting and those too slow to react go down in a razor rain of crossbow bolts. The few remaining shamans who had run for cover slip back into the dark woods surrounding the ritual site as your crossbowmen reload their crossbows. Still following the plan Mildri reaches out her hands and touches the water. On contact ice races out away from her fingers and freezes the surface of the water before racing down to thicken the ice. The swamp folk who had followed you down the river don’t just sit and watch this display however, As soon as the crossbowmen begin reloading they retaliate with a barrage of spears. Despite their short stature and weak appearance, the swamp folk can throw. Your men are pelted with the spears and for the unfortunately less armored crossbowmen they take the worse beating. That doesn’t mean that even the adequately armored like yourself and the heavies aren’t effected by barrage. A lucky spear manages to lodge itself in your shoulder and while you are able to take the spear out, the damage it caused was notable.

As the barrage ends you take stock of your men, most of your crossbows were dead or out of commission, only five including Lt. Long are still able to man their crossbows. The heavies while alive had received their fair share of injuries, but are able to rise to their feet and step out onto the freshly formed ice as Mildri finishes her spell. With an ice bridge to the shore completed the swamp folk on the shore rush forward eager to get at your men after seeing the result of their attack. As you rise from your own boat, you hope that Lt. Ward was having luck with her part of the plan.

> 5 damage received

>Give me some more d20s anons let’s see how Lt. Ward fares

also feel free to give Mildri an order to cast, don't worry she'll be able to shatter the ice without wasting energy.

>Mildri (2/5 Energy) Casts:
>Don’t cast anything yet
>Tier 1: Single Target Spell (Cast Time: 1-2) [select target]
>Tier 2: Small Cluster Spell (Cast Time: 2-3)
>Tier 3: Big AOE Spell (Cast Time: 3-5 turns)

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>3380958
>Tier 1: Single Target Spell (Cast Time: 1-2) [select target]

She is to finish any shamman she sees

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>3380958
Ok, lets move to disrupt the mediums so that even if some shamans are left we fuck up the ritual


I really wish you rolled for npcs since your dice are always better kek.

I realized why we always roll so poorly, we are the bad guys after all, we are supposed to lose.

>>3381031

Your plan your rolls, don't worry though once combat begins I will roll for your troops and the enemy, but you will still roll for yourself.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>3380958

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>>3381010
>>3381031
>>3381094

Outside the ritual site on the forests edge
Lt. Ward nods at her soldiers who strike up their torches and hurl them at the forests edge. The torches find fuel in the dead foliage on the ground and begin to light the forest up, however the green and healthy trees and other plants are poor fuel and the flames are slow to advance through the dew covered greenery. While the flames prevent the swamp folk from charging out and meeting Ward, Ward and her troops are stuck behind the slowly advancing wall of flame. Throwing their remaining torches the medium infantry take up their weapons and march slowly in the flames aftermath through the forest.

Rebel Camp
Before Randolf can reach his target, a shadow dashes out behind the guard and neatly decapitates him, before running the other guard through and tossing both bodies into the tent before entering. “Thanks for the save,” Randolf nods cleaning and sheathing his dagger.

“Is she dead?” The Spymaster asks jabbing a foot in Valenca’s direction.

“Yes, we can move on to the Commander now.”

“We’ll have to hurry, the camp guards will notice that these two are missing.”

“Right just let me change into-”

“There’s no time we’ll have to go now.”

“Alright then, let’s go.” Adjusting his robes Randolf exits the tent flap and heads off to the Commander’s tent, while the Spymaster wraps himself back up in his cloak and sinks back into the shadows.
Meanwhile, at the Ritual Site
The heavies quickly form a sturdy shield wall once out of their boat and set up for the oncoming attack by the swamp folk. Before you rush off to join them you turn to Mildri “Watch for any shamans, if you see one stick his head out finish him off.” She nods and you join the heavies in their formation.

>Give me some d20s for your combat rolls

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>3381224

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>3381224

>>3381254
Pffff
Of course

Lets hope our soldiers fare better, we are only one afterall

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>3381224

>>3381254
How dead are we? H a h a h a h a h a h a h a h a h a. Dice gods what have we done to you could do serve such cruelty. Spare us please.

Rolled 4, 7, 17 = 28 (3d20)

>>3381224

>Enemy Forces

>>3381286
You haven't been saying your nightly prayers to RNJesus have you

Rolled 17, 10, 3 = 30 (3d20)

>>3381291

>Heavies

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>>3381224

>>3381244
>>3381254
>>3381257
>>3381291
>>3381293

>Unfortunately I’m pretty tired so this will be my last post of the night.

The swamp folk, half running, half sliding, but mostly falling, ram directly into the shield wall with a loud clang. The ensuing melee goes quite in your favor as with the more experienced and prepared heavies you easily manage to repel the swamp folk. They die in great numbers to heavies before they finally pull back. That is not the end of them though, as dozens more swamp folk pour out of the forest to back up their retreating friends. The swamp folk rally and mass together in a large and dense group. As you prepare for the swamp folk’s obvious next charge, there is a shout from behind you and you turn to see more swamp folk pouring from the forests behind you, the first few to reach the ice are shot by your crossbowmen, but with only five of them able to fire, the swamp folk aren’t deterred much.

Lt. Nolan noticing the predicament takes some of his men out of the shield wall and leads them to your rear to fend off the attack while you help the now thinner shield wall hold the line. The next charge of swamp folk comes at you like a screaming wave of pointy sticks. Shoring up your footing, you brace for impact.

>Give me some d20s for your next round of combat

Rolled 16, 11, 16 = 43 (3d20)

>>3381031
Since you asked anon, I will roll for the rest of Randolf's mission.

Let's see how he and the Spymaster do

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>3381324

>>3381325

Because I rolled for Randolf and rolled so well, I want you anons to roll for how well your goblins do

>Give me some more d20s

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>3381329
For the goblins.

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>3381324
For Baldur

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>3381329
Gobos!

After this battle we should make a badass cape out of swamp folk shaman skin and get it enchanted by the queen or something.

Rolled 2 (1d20)

Rolled 16 (1d20)

Now
We have to rush that ritual site to fuck up the matetial component

So, they are probably suffering some heavy penalties due to the ice while we mitigated them with our training.

we have to link up with Ward when we leave the bridge and when we are at the ritual site we can start using our explosions to clear enemy clusters.
We have to move and destroy the mediums too, ensuring the ritual is fucked, or just destroying the ritual site, in general, to fuck up the ritual location

>>3381513
>>3381512
which roll is each anon?

Rolled 19, 10, 6 = 35 (3d20)

>>3381324

>Enemy Forces

Rolled 5, 6, 20 = 31 (3d20)

>>3382751

>Your troops

>>3382755
hell yeah troops

>>3381512
I'm counting this one for Goblins
>>3381513
and this for Baldur

Rolled 9, 20, 13 = 42 (3d20)

>>3381324

>Shamans

Rolled 20, 19, 16 = 55 (3d20)

>>3382771

>Mildri

Also next update is going to be a big one so bear with me.

>>3382772
>>3382771
wew
good counter midri,

lots of crits going around today

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>>3381512
>>3381513
>>3382751
>>3382755
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>>3382772

Rebel Camp

Making his way through the camp at as fast a walk as he can manage while not being conspicuous, Randolf arrives at the rebel commander, Walden Casenheim’s tent. As he approaches the tent’s entrance flap the guards stop him.

“Halt, state your business with the Commander, herbalist.”

Thinking on his feet Randolf responds “I have come to report on the condition of Valenca as requested.”

“Right, in you go,” the guard says standing aside and opening the flap. Hiding his disbelief Randolf steps into the tent. Inside he finds his target standing opposite him on the other side of a large table covered by a map of the countryside with little markings placed at various locations.

Noticing Randolf’s entrance Walden looks up “What are you doing here, I don’t remember sending for a herbalist.”

“You didn’t sir, I’ve come to report on Valenca’s condition.”

Walden’s scrutinizing glare fades instantly at the mention of Valenca. “What is it, is she alright?”

“That’s what I’ve come to talk about sir she’s,” Randolf pauses and glances around the tent. It was empty save for him and Walden, although there was another flap that led to an attached room, that Randolf assumed was Walden’s quarters. Stepping forward Randolf draws closer to Walden and lowers his voice to a whisper “She’s not in good shape, I don’t know what the Queen did to her, but she’s losing strength. I don’t want to worry the men sir, but I fear that Valenca won’t make it through the night.”

Walden turns from Randolf and slams his fist on the table “Dammit,” he curses letting his anger show for but a moment, before collecting himself and returning to Randolf “Is there nothing you can do for her?”

Still inching closer Randolf speaks “There’s not much we can do sir, her wounds aren’t physical as far as I can tell. Whatever is harming her it isn’t a typical injury, I believe the Queen did something to her mind.”

“Hm, Falenta said as much herself.” Walden lets out a heavy sigh, “First Selenas, and now Valenca who will the Queen take from us next.”

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>>3382894

Sliding his dagger free from its scabbard Randolf takes his final few steps closer to Walden, “if I may be so bold sir, I think the Queen will strike for you next.” With a single thrust Randolf’s dagger pierces Walden’s armor and sinks deep into the side of his chest. Walden let’s out a wheeze as the dagger punctures his lung and knocks the wind out of him. Not going down without a fight however Walden shoves Randolf away and knocks a lantern off the table which hits the ground with a loud crash. The guards outside the tent stick their heads inside the tent only to have them promptly lopped off. Stepping through the tent flap behind the tumbling heads of the guards was the Spymaster. “Finish him,” Randolf hisses at the Spymaster. The Spymaster leaps up onto the table in the center of the room and closes with the injured Commander, but before he can reach him, a flash of light, brighter than a thousand suns illuminates the room. Stunned by the light, neither the Spymaster nor Randolf can react in time as the large table in the middle of the room is up ended and sent flying into Randolf and the tent wall. As the tent collapses A shout is heard, “I AM THE SHEILD OF THE LADY AND YOU SHALL NOT HARM MY FRIENDS.”

Meanwhile Outside the Camp

“Alright it’s time, let’s have some fun shall we boys,” Grintol aback his wolf, rises from the grasses just outside the light from the camp, behind him dozens more goblins on the backs of wolves rise up. Leaning forward Grintol whispers into his wolf’s ear “Hunt them down darling.” The beast takes off at breakneck speed toward the camp, the first peasant guard doesn’t have time to scream as the wolf leaps up high past him allowing Grintol to cut the man’s throat while the wolf tackles the peasant next to him and tears out the man’s jugular. Finished with its target, the wolf lets out a long and loud howl as all around peasants are slaughtered by goblin cavalry.

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>>3382896

Back at the Ritual Site

The Swamp folk hit the shield wall like a storm on both sides, but even with the additional mass of troops, they can’t breach it and are slaughtered in droves. One brave swamp warrior leaps up over the heads of his companions and tries to get behind your wall, but you sweep him from the air with your glaive, nearly cutting him in half and sending him tumbling into the river. From the corner of your eye, you look over and spot a horrifying sight. Rising from the river to the left of Mildri was a tentacle of water “Look out,” you manage to shout at Mildri who barely has time react as the tentacle latches onto her face.

Reaching her hand up, Mildri touches the tentacle and freezes it solid, before the shattering the whole thing into icy chunks. “Alright which one of you assholes was that?” Aborea shouts as she scans the shore line. Stepping out of the forest a group of shamans 6 in total make their way toward the ritual site. “Oh so a six on one, I guess that makes this an even fight then. Now take this and fuck off.” Bringing her arm back, a long ice spear forms in Aborea’s hand, stepping forward, she hurls the spear directly at the shamans who raise a block of earth to block the spear. “Ha, is that all you’ve got,” Aborea says as she snaps her fingers. The ice spear contacts the block of earth and buries itself deep inside. At the snap of Aborea’s fingers the spear elongates and jabs out of the block and stabbing and killing one of the dancing and chanting shamans. Not waiting for your orders, Aborea downs a witch’s brew and begins casting another spell “I hope you liked that one, because I got plenty more where it came from.” She shouts

As the massed charge of swamp folk begins to pull back and retreat from both sides of the ice bridge, they are rallied by the shamans who begin to shout out orders in their weird swamp folk tongue. Considering your own situation you order your men to…

>Hold their ground, it’s worked well so far, you’ve just got to hold out until Ward and her troops arrive.
>Order them forward, you’ve got to take the ritual site.
>[Write in]

>>3382898
>>Order them forward, you’ve got to take the ritual site.

but do not leave the bridge yet, advance until we are bordering the ritual.

we will open it up with a granedo to try and clear a cluster of enemies/shamans

>>3382898
Lets make a move on those shamans, tell our remaining crossbows to focus fire on them, Arborea too while we advance slowly and in formation.

>>3382942
+1

Rolled 13, 11, 12 = 36 (3d20)

>>3382898

>Enemy Volley

>>3382898
>>3382926
This but after the granedo have them Arborea focus on the shamans with an AOE attack. She does have the witchs brew right?

Rolled 18, 20, 18 = 56 (3d20)

>>3382898

>Crossbow Volley

Rolled 3, 12, 1 = 16 (3d20)

>>3383137

>Shamans

>>3382896
I'm so proud, look at how far are goblins of come *sniff* *sniff*.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>Aborea cast time

Rolled 17, 2, 2 = 21 (3d20)

>>3383159

>Aborea

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>>3382926
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>>3383144
>>3383161


“Forward, keep in formation and head toward the enemy, but don’t leave the ice.” You shout and the heavies begin to move forward. Under the command of the shamans, the swamp folk decline another assault on your troops. Instead they line up and begin to volley more spears at you. This time thought volley fails entirely. The spears bounce off of the shield wall and the few spears that do make it through fail to break the heavys’ armor.

Being under the protection of the shield wall you are given time to think. Those shamans had to go and they had to go now, under their leadership, the swamp folk were sure to figure out some way to get at you. Turing around, you shout to Lt. Long and his last few crossbowman “Focus fire on those shamans I want them dead.” Following your command, the crossbowman direct their freshly loaded volley into the group of shamans.

“Call your shots,” Lt. Long shouts, as each of his men lay claim to a shaman. “Fire!” Long gives the command and bolts fly. The shamans have no time to react as the all of bolts find and kill their targets.

“Hey, quit stealing my kills,” Aborea snaps at the crossbowmen as she turns the focus of her casting away from the now dead shamans to the large grouping of swamp folk at the edge of the river. Clapping her hands together above her head a long thin ice blade shoots out from her fingers. Bringing the blade down she hurls the ice blade down at the group. The attack slices a fraction of the group in half and terrifies the rest.

Leadership dead and ice magic raining down on them, the remaining swamp folk begin to lose cohesion, they begin to fall back into the surrounding forests. You turn to behind you and see much the same, Lt. Nolan had defended the rear quite well and the swamp folk were starting to fall back there as well. With the field temporarily yours, you order your men to…

>Give chase, don’t let up on the swamp folk.
>Secure the ritual site, let the swamp folk run you need to finish your mission.
>Return to the boats, you’ve inflicted enough casualties to halt the ritual. It’s time you got out of here.
>[Write In]

>>3383136

Aborea drank the witch's brew and used a spell on her own.

>>3383189
>The shamans have no time to react as the all of bolts find and kill their targets.

Should read The shamans have no time to react as all of the bolts find and kill their targets.


Holy fuck that was dyslexic

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>>3383189

Wait I thought our mission was to kill all the swamp folk.

>>3383225

Your objective was to disrupt/prevent the swamp folk from completing the ritual. The more you kill her means the fewer you have to kill later in the big battle

>>3383189

>Secure the ritual site, let the swamp folk run you need to finish your mission.

Chasing after them could lead to a avoidable casualties. Plus some of our own men need medical attention right now. And just because we think we've killed enough doesn't mean that we actually did.

>>3383189

>Give chase, let none survive.

Vader up this bitch.

>>3383189
>>Secure the ritual site, let the swamp folk run you need to finish your mission.

destroy the physical components, link up with Ward

now we have a nice secure ritual site and fire protecting the flank, time to finish this

>>3383189
Only chase if they are going Ward's direction, time to round up our forces and wreck this

>>3383189
>Secure the ritual site, let the swamp folk run you need to finish your mission.

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>>3383238
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>>3383502

>Last post of the night

“Secure the ritual site men, and destroy anything that looks important to the ritual,” You order. The heavies break formation and head out into the ritual site while you take a moment to check your wound. The spear had gone only a little ways into your arm, but nonetheless you follow the treatment procedures Gregory had taught you as you clean and close the wound. As the heavies look over the site, they find strange markings scratched into the dirt around the ritual site which they kick dirt over or otherwise destroy. With your wounds taken care of you inspect the heavies work and also make note of several more ornately dressed shaman bodies littering the ground. It looked like you had taken care of the shaman mediums and had disrupted the connections to the spirts that were important to the ritual. With that done, you had back to check on Lt. Long and the crossbowmen.

“How are they?” you ask Long as he attends to his non-deceased men.

“The ones who aren’t dead are doing okay. If the swamp folk’s weapons were poisoned, my men aren’t showing any symptoms, although the some of these wounded need serious attention from the spear wounds alone.” As Long speaks you do your own inspection of the crossbowmen and find his sentiment to be true. You could do some work on his men, but a few of their wounds were nasty and beyond your expertise. You consider calling the mission here, after all you had completed your main objective the only thing left would be to finish off the remaining swamp folk and clearing out the swamp folk carried with it certain risks. You doubt that they would be stupid or brave enough to attack you head on again and trudging through the forests to smoke them out sounded like a suicide mission. You could pull out now having completed your mission and try to save some of the more badly wounded crossbowmen while hopefully getting out of enemy territory and back to the Capital before dawn. Although, you hadn’t seen Ward yet, which could mean that she and her troops were dead, routed, or they could still be burning their way through the forest toward you. Of course, you could leave the forest now and send someone to find Ward once you had pulled out, but who knows what could happen between now and then. What to do?

>Hold your position and wait for Ward, you can at least stabilize the wounded and hope that those worse off can hold out for a little while longer.
>Head out into the forest and kill the swamp folk while you look for Ward, elimination of the swamp folk while not the main objective is still an important part of the mission and you should fulfill it.
>Leave now and send someone to collect Ward once you are out, you have to get these injured men back to the Capital as soon as possible.
>[Write In]

>>3383523

>Hold your position and wait for Ward, ask Aborea to for loot for us while we stabilize the wounded and hope that those worse off can hold out for a little while longer.

>>3383523
>Hold your position and wait for Ward, you can at least stabilize the wounded and hope that those worse off can hold out for a little while longer.

>>3383523
Can we see the flames? How far is it?

>Head out into the forest and kill the swamp folk while you look for Ward, elimination of the swamp folk while not the main objective is still an important part of the mission and you should fulfill it.

>>3383523
>>Head out into the forest and kill the swamp folk while you look for Ward, elimination of the swamp folk while not the main objective is still an important part of the mission and you should fulfill it.

now is the time to deliver a blow, get some of the men and let's push some of the swamp men against the flames

>>3383632

The forest is too dense to see the flames or any smoke.

>>3383822

Let's move to the Ice bridge or on top of a boat to have a better, clearer view, if we don't see anything or if the flames are too far they might have run into trouble and we move in to bring the troops here, if they are relatively close we leave most troops here taking care of the wounded and move there to let them know that the ritual site is secure.
We just need to get them and get out of here.

>>3383822
Shit, to be fair I imagine they would disembark a lot closer and just surround the ritual site not burn their way through the forest.

I change from>>3383632 to >>3383929
we evaluate and link with a small squad or go in to help

>>3383523

>>3383689
>>3383929
>>3383995

>Okay lads give me some d20s

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>3385142
I apologize in advance

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>3385142

>>3385142
one more if it's needed

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>3385317
>>3385142
oof
again

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>3385142

>>3385319
we are truly blind, is this test coinable?

>>3385321

unfortunately no

>>3385329
welp, let's hope you can roll better for the troop, or that we didn't kill anyone with our first aid

Rolled 6, 6, 8 = 20 (3d20)

>>3385186
>>3385237
>>3385319


>Magic

>>3385344
I wonder if this is good or bad

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>>3385344

You had to get Ward before you pulled out, there’s no telling what could happen to her while you went out and around the forest to link back up with her. “Alright men, I need some volunteers, we’re going into the forest.” You announce “We need to link back up with Ward and finish off the swamp folk, those of you who don’t come will stay here and guard the boats and the wounded until we get back.” Almost all of the heavies step forward to volunteer and you have to turn all but five down. With your selection made, you leave Lt. Nolan and Long in charge of the remaining and head toward the forest

“Alright, it’s payback time,” Aborea says, almost bouncing and skipping along, while the rest of you simply trudge forward into the densely packed trees.

Once inside the forest, space became distorted and nothing about it felt natural. The trees were packed too close and the ground wasn’t a mass of dead plant matter, but rather a mess of tangled roots. The air was deathly silent, normally you’d hear the sounds of nighttime birds, or at least the chirping of insects, but you hear nothing. Your memoires of the elven front are coming back to you strong now, and every shadow has elf ears, you are tensed up and ready to dive for cover at even the suggestion of a noise whether it is the snap of a bowstring, or the whistle of an arrow. Out of all of your preparations and memories of elven ambushes, you forget the one most important ambush method, magic. The mass of tree roots at your feet rise up and wrap themselves around your feet, fortunately the roots are quite slow moving and are unable to do much more than make your footing unstable as you stomp around trying to keep your feet free. Of course the enemy doesn’t let you stomp around freely as appearing from behind every tree a swamp warrior lunges out spear in hand.

>Alright boys give me some d20s for combat

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>3385374
elven nightmares

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>3385374

>>3385439
Another 1?

This is fucking awful

I'm starting to really feel we need something to combat out bad luck, this is beyond reasonable lol

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>3385374

>>3385446
>>3385448
Can we use the coin flip item? At least that’s a 50% chance that we get a crit success instead of the guaranteed crit fail we already have.

>>3385752

Not on combat or spontaneous checks my friend.

Rolled 13, 1, 12 = 26 (3d20)

>>3385374

>Enemy Forces

Rolled 10, 9, 10 = 29 (3d20)

>>3385374

>Your Forces

>>3385766
thanks enemy forces, we may even win the exchange with our bonus

Rolled 9, 7, 5 = 21 (3d20)

>>3385374

>Mildri

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>>3385374

>>3385415
>>3385439
>>3385668
>>3385766
>>3385771
>>3385778

Your rolls: 7,1,12 = (7)/2 crit fail +3 [Veteran] + 1 [Stance] + 1 [Oaken Strength] + 2[Mildri] – 1[Unstable Footing] = 10
Enemy rolls: 13,1,12 = (9)/2 crit fail +2 [Experienced] + 2 [Great Ambush] + 2 [Battle Buddies] = 11
10 – 11 = -1 damage

Bonuses: -1 - 1 [Ferocious Fighters] + 3 [Armor] = 0 damaged received


The attack is ferocious and quick, you are pressed on all sides by the swamp folk and the unstable footing isn’t helping. You manage to defend against the majority of the swamp warriors’ blows and the few attacks that do slip through are deflected off your armor. To your surprise Aborea didn’t fly into a rage, instead she covers your back manages to hold off her own share of the warriors. Your troops fair slightly better than you, managing to get in a few good hits while they close in together. You’ve managed to survive the initial clash, but things are far from over as more and more swamp folk join the fray.

>Alright anons give me some more d20s

Baldur Blooddragon

>HP: 25/25

>Attack Bonuses:
>Untouchable Glaive +2

>Defense Bonuses:
>Full Armor +3

>Misc. Effects:
>Veteran +3 to dice
>Oaken Strength +1 to dice
>Battle Buddy + 2 to dice
>Unstable Ground -1 to dice

VS.

Swamp Warriors

>HP: Healthy

>Attack Bonuses:
>Ferocious Fighter +1

>Defense Bonuses:


>Misc. Effects:
>Experienced + 2 to dice
>Great Ambush +2 to dice for 2 more rounds
>Battle buddies + 2 to dice

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>3385854
since we receive no damage they get -1 from the glaive right?

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>3385854
Man we really need to get less useless at combat somehow. How has Balfour even survived this long?

>>3385887
Baldur not Balfour fuck

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>3385854

>>3385878

The glaive's effects were off when combat ends and combat ended after they retreated and you waited for a bit to secure the site. but after this round of combat yes the glaive will give you bonuses

Rolled 18, 10, 7 = 35 (3d20)

>>3385854

>Enemy Forces

Rolled 4, 10, 13 = 27 (3d20)

>>3385854

>Enemy Forces

Rolled 18, 16, 2 = 36 (3d20)

>>3385854

>Your Forces

>>3385930

Whoops, this should read shamans

Rolled 5, 13, 14 = 32 (3d20)

>>3385854

>Aborea

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>>3385854

>>3385878
>>3385887
>>3385894
>>3385928
>>3385930
>>3385933
>>3385937

Your rolls: 20,17,8 = (15)*2 crit + 3 [Veteran] + 1 [Stance] + 1 [Oaken Strength] + 2[Mildri] + 1 [Untouchable] – 1[Unstable Footing] = 37
Enemy rolls: 13,1,12 = (12) +2 [Experienced] + 2 [Great Ambush] + 2 [Battle Buddies] = 18
37 – 18 = 19 damage

Bonuses: 19 + 2 [Untouchable Glaive] + 2 [Stance] = 23 damaged dealt

>2 Swamp Warriors slain

Having recovered slightly from the initial charge, you retaliate against the warriors with a devastating attack. Letting your armor do the blocking for a little bit, you swing your glaive in a horizontal sweep at the encroaching warriors. With the Oaken Heart belt’s additional strength, you manage to cleave two of the swamp warriors in half before they even know what hit them. Your attack spatters many of the swamp warriors with the gore of their friends, but they don’t seem to notice, and continue to press their attack.

The heavies continue to hold their ground, their better equipment and training helping them hold off the savagery of the swamp warriors. Meanwhile at your back, Aborea continues to do her best parrying, slashing, dodging, and just generally keeping the swamp warriors off of you. Clad in her ice equipment, you can feel the chill air radiating off her. In the middle of all this fighting, the shaman’s try again to tip the battle in their favor with a little more magic. Tree branches begin to bend down and swat at you and your men. The branches aren’t very damaging as annoying and providing you with one more thing to dodge.

>Give me one last set of d20s for the night.

Baldur Blooddragon

>HP: 25/25

>Attack Bonuses:
>Untouchable Glaive +2

>Defense Bonuses:
>Full Armor +3

>Misc. Effects:
>Veteran +3 to dice
>Oaken Strength +1 to dice
>Battle Buddy + 2 to dice
>Untouchable + 2 to dice
>Environmental Hazards -2 to dice

VS.

Swamp Warrior

>HP: Healthy

>Attack Bonuses:
>Ferocious Fighter +1

>Defense Bonuses:


>Misc. Effects:
>Experienced + 2 to dice
>Great Ambush +2 to dice for 3 rounds
>Battle buddies + 2 to dice

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>3386003

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>3386003

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>3386003
Epic fail

Rolled 13, 2, 18 = 33 (3d20)

>>3386003

>Enemy Forces

Rolled 17, 1, 13 = 31 (3d20)

>>3386003

>Shamans

Rolled 4, 10, 14 = 28 (3d20)

>>3386003

>Your Forces

Rolled 1, 9, 14 = 24 (3d20)

>>3386003

>Aborea

I was "yeah! shaman done fucked" and them " goddammit Aborea!"

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>>3386009
>>3386018
>>3386024
>>3386034
>>3386040
>>3386044
>>3386046

>Last post
As the fighting drags on, you notice Aborea starting to wear out, whether it was from the current combat or from the spells she had cast earlier you don’t know, but regardless one sloppy parry leads to another then finally an attack makes it through. The warrior’s spear sinks deep into Aborea’s side and she lets out a pained, but angry sounding cry as she slices the spear in half and pulls away from the warrior. You desperately try to cover for her but end up getting pricked yourself by a warrior’s spear that slides just past your neck nicking you just enough to draw blood.

The heavies fair no better, the swamp warriors are finally able to press in and get in a few glancing blows on the heavies. Just when you think things are going to collapse, A sharp cry rings out and the swamp warriors begin to pull back. To aid in their retreat, the shamans are able to pull down vines and other leafy branches to cover for their men. Unable to pursue, you can only hold your position until the greenery pulls away leaving you and your tired men all alone in the quite, empty, and dark forest.

No one moves for a few moments, still waiting on the swamp folk to comeback to finish the job, but the warriors do not return leaving you and your men to wonder what just happened. As you wonder Aborea swears loudly “Those fuckers ah, they got me good.” She says pulling the spear shaft out of her side. Blood pours from the wound for only a moment before freezing solid. “What the fuck was that attack though, they had the upper hand then just left, that doesn’t sit right with me,” she pants leaning against a nearby tree. The heavies all agree with her and you wonder as well why they would just pull back like that. You search the darkness for signs of them or Ward, but find none. Did they really just pull back for no reason?

>Whatever the reason it likely wasn’t good. You’ve got to pull back now, while you still can. You’ll use the river and loop around for Ward later.
>They must be cowards only fighting when they can ambush you, if that’s the case, then you’ll just wait here for Ward to burn her way to you rather than risk another ambush.
>It doesn’t matter their reasons, you’ve got to push on and find Ward and her men then get out of here.
>[Write In]

>>3386111

>It doesn’t matter their reasons, you’ve got to push on and find Ward and her men then get out of here

>>3386111
>Whatever the reason it likely wasn’t good. You’ve got to pull back now, while you still can. You’ll use the river and loop around for Ward later.

>>3386111
>It doesn’t matter their reasons, you’ve got to push on and find Ward and her men then get out of here.

They probably called upon a beast and fucked up its control, or they can't control.

The faster wefind and get our people out the better.

Keep the river in sight to guide us, Ward is probably using it as reference as well and ask how is Aborea on the energy department, tell her to save for whatever they summoned.

>>3386288
>>3386315
>The warrior’s spear sinks deep into Aborea’s side
You anons are sure we want to continue pushing?
What if they retreated deeper into enemy territory and are hiding?

>>3386351
I think that either retreating or keep pushing that beast is gonna get us, we should at least keep going for a reasonable enough time to where we would find them, we spent extra time coordinating this with Ward so we probably have a very good idea about where they will be and I want to get out of these woods as quickly as we can, if we stay at the ritual site, they may be in trouble in the woods, if we leave the ritual site, they might come there to find no one and no ships to leave.

As for Aborea's injury, we should give her or potion

>>3386111

Forgot combat stats last night:

Your rolls: 14,2,4 = (7) + 3 [Veteran] + 1 [Stance] + 1 [Oaken Strength] + 2 [Mildri] + 2 [Untouchable] – 2 [Environmental Hazards] = 14
Enemy rolls: 13,2,18 = (11) +2 [Experienced] + 2 [Great Ambush] + 2 [Battle Buddies] = 17
14 – 17 = -3 damage

Bonuses: -3 - 1 [Ferocious Fighters] + 3 [Armor] = 1 damaged received

>Aborea receives 10 damage

>Aborea (1/5 Energy)

do anons what to Aborea to take her potions?

>>3386439
Yeah

>>3386439
yes

>>3386439
yup

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>>3386111

>>3386288
>>3386315

“It doesn’t matter their reasons we’ve got to find Ward and besides we’re already in the thick of this mess, the only way out is to keep moving.” There is an air of general agreement about your words, not like it would change what you would do, but the affirmation is nice. “Aborea take your healing potions you’re going to want to be at full strength for our next push.

“Yeah, yeah” Aborea waves you off while wincing at her wounds, before following your order and downing her healing and energy potion. Preparing to move again, you have everyone close up. You aren’t going to be surprised by another ambush you tell yourself as you continue your push through the forest.

>Aborea restores 10 health

>Give me another set of d20s gentlemen

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>3387446

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>3387446

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>3387446

at least no 1s
let's hope the dc to see a forest fire is not high, we tend to almost fuck up low dc rolls kek

>>3387479

This is check is coin able as it is more for navigation of the forest than spotting an ambush, would you like to use the coin

>>3387493
I'm really not sure, a one could mean getting lost and we don't know if that 8 and 10 got us something, I was hoping for some bonuses to see the fire at night and for the extra coordinating we did with this part of the op.

what do you say other anons?>>3387473
>>3387463

>>3387502

>ten minutes then I write.

>>3387606
does it count if it's only me voting to flip?

>>3387617

Nope need at least 2

>>3387617
>>3387606
well, if no one else said anything I guess we will have to go without the flip, let's hope it's enough

Rolled 15, 3, 9 = 27 (3d20)

>>3387460
>>3387463
>>3387473

>Shamans

Not a direct contestation of your rolls

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>>3387446

>>3387460
>>3387463
>>3387473
>>3387635

Moving forward, you look for flames, the sounds of combat, or anything that could tell you where Ward was. I didn’t help that as you walked the trees would shift and move to block your path, their roots would writhe under your feet making walking difficult, and the occasional branch would swoop down and try to strike you. Through all of this, you strain your eyes and your helmet as best you can, looking for ambushes as well as Ward when finally you catch sight of something. A glowing orange light far off in the distance, your glimpse is short lived though as soon the trees shift and block your line of sight. You are certain however that you did see the light, was it the fire Ward had set?

You aren’t allowed to ponder that question for too long however as your attention is turned to the sound of loud thumping steps and snapping twigs from behind you. Spinning to face the threat, you are stunned by the sight of large… creature? The thing was tall at least half a man taller than your heavies and at least twice as bulky. I had a humanoid shape, but its face had few features, it was just two small holes for eyes and slightly larger one for a mouth. The creatures skin was all wrong as well, it seemed to run and shift like mud, almost as if it was. The creature lets out a deep, echoing, inhuman howl that bounces all around the woods as it thunders toward you. With little time to react you simply…

>Charge the creature
>Run, run toward where you saw the light.
>[Write In]

>>3387726
>Run, run toward where you saw the light.

Tell Aborea to freeze its legs and lets go to the light, all together.

>>3387726
>Run, run toward where you saw the light.

Run as close to the light as we can, if anyone legs behind we stop and face the creature, maybe if we get near to the light before it catches us they might hear the sounds of battle.

>>3387726

>Give me some d20s gentlemen lets see if you can out run this creature

Rolled 7, 18, 7 = 32 (3d20)

>>3388024

>Heavies

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>3388024

Rolled 11, 5, 11 = 27 (3d20)

>>3388024

>Aborea

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>3388024

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>3388024

Rolled 3, 14, 12 = 29 (3d20)

>>3388024

>The Monster

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>>3387726

>>3387759
>>3387824
>>3388025
>>3388029
>>3388031
>>3388036
>>3388038
>>3388046

>Last post of the night

“RUN!” you shout at your awe struck soldiers. Your words pierce through their shock and they begin to hurry away from the creature. You run between the trees, over the tangling roots, and through the low hanging branches. You simply crash through all of it and lead of your troops toward where you last saw the light. While the creature chasing you is slow and lumbering in its movements, it doesn’t tire as your men do. You are all panting, fighting just to put your next foot forward and stay ahead of the thing, but it is clear that you won’t be able to sustain your lead for long as slowly but surely the creature gains on you.

Aborea is the first to lose her footing on the treacherous ground and she stumbles putting her at the back of the pack and closest to the encroaching monster. Looking back, you realize Aborea won’t be able to keep ahead of the monster for much longer, her breathing and steps are more ragged than anyone else’s, you’ll have to do something or she’ll get picked off.

>Turn and fight, you’ve gone as far as you can go, you’d hate to fight this thing tired, but you have no other choice.
>Have the heavies push ahead, you’ll fall back and help Aborea along.
>[Write In]

>>3388072
Drink the energy potion and, it helps with fatigue right?


>Have the heavies push ahead, you’ll fall back and help Aborea along.

>>3388076

Aborea has drunk hers and its only helping to fight off the fatigue caused by the healing potion.

You can drink yours for a bonus to your next roll to keep ahead

>>3388072
Get the heavies to help Arborea away from the creature. Lure it away from our other people for a little while and then back off and run away.

Drink the energy potion, help the mage and let's get to that light, if she can freeze the monster's leg to grant us some more time it would be good, the thing is made of mud and mud is highly susceptible to ice

>>3388522

Freezing the creatures legs will cost you the last of Aborea's casting energy. Do you wish to freeze the monster's legs?

>>3388539
that incapacitates her right? if I remember correctly from the desert fight, I guess we should save it for a last ditch effort if we have to fight it.

does she has any witches brew left?

>>3388668

No she only passes out if she drops below 0 energy. If she freezes the monster's legs now she will have 0 energy left and be unable to cast anything more. It will also leave her very tired.

As for the witches brew she used it on her own earlier.

>>3388910

This is me, just phone posting

>>3388913
>>3388910
I say we save it for now, if she becomes tired it will be very hard for her to escape and we cam rely on our extra energy to help her, if the monster starts to catch up she can use it, as a failsafe.

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>>3388072

“Keep going!” you shout to the heavies as you let them charge ahead of you. Drinking down your energy potion, you feel the fatigue and heaviness of your steps vanishing as your breathing becomes easier. With the fatigue gone, you fall into step with Aborea who currently is only managing to put one foot in front of the other. As you run Aborea trips over another root and would have fallen, it you hadn’t snapped your hand out and pulled her back to her feet.

“I’ve got you Aborea just keep moving.” You encourage her as you help her resume running.

“I would, but Mildri’s body is too weak it can’t keep up. My lungs burn and I think my heart’s about to burst. Fuck you Mildri you stupid sow, this is why I said we should get some exerci-ah.”Aborea trips over another root and you have to pull her up once again. You were staying ahead of the creature, but for how long?

>Give me some more d20s boys

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>3389841
Dammit this is why I wanted to get the heavies to carry her off and lure the monster away from the group. We would only have to worry about ourself as long as the thing was chasing us, now we have to outrun it while supporting Mildri.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>3389841
Can we thrown an explosion at the monster before we keep running? That's got to delay him some

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>3389841

Rolled 19, 13, 1 = 33 (3d20)

>>3389841

>Monster

>>3389966
Yeah!

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>>3389841

>>3389851
>>3389879
>>3389950
>>3389966

As Mildri trips over yet another gnarled and knotted root you realize that there was only one way you were going to make it. “Hold on,” you tell Aborea as you scoop her up and push forward carrying her in your arms. Over the roots and through the low hanging branches you move like the wind and put more distance between yourself and the creature. You start to think you’ll out run the thing when up ahead you see a bunch of trees closing together to block you off. Digging into your restored energy reserves, you sprint toward the closing gap between the trees. You barely shoot through the closing gap, scrapping a good portion of the moss and bark off of both trees, but you make it. The same cannot be said of the monster as with a thunderous crash it slams into the trees. The trees shake and groan, but do not budge as the creature rages against this new obstacle.

You leave the creature behind and catch up to the heavies who had maintained a steady pace ahead of you. Rejoining them, you spot the unmistakable glow of flames ahead and can smell the almost delicious smell of wood smoke. You run toward the flames, not wanting to stop until you’d cleared the forest and linked up with Ward. As you approach the flames and the forest’s edge, you begin to call out for Ward and her troops. To your relief you are answered back by the woman herself “Captain? What the hell are you doing here.” Her surprised and slightly annoyed voice calls out to you from beyond the forest’s edge.

“Looking for you, where are you?” you call back

“Here,” you can hear her voice somewhere beyond the forests edge, but you cannot see her over yet over the large distance or bright flames.

“Keep calling, we’ll find you.” You shout as you approach the glowing wall of flame. The closer you get to the fires, the hotter and more smoke filled the air gets making it harder to breathe. Soon, the flame and heat gets so intense you and the men are unable to progress. It is at this point you realize what might have been the greatest flaw in your plan, how do you get through this wall of fire to get to Ward.

>Have Mildri use the last of her magic and see if she can’t cool down an area enough for you to pass through.
>Try to put out the fire and make a safe path for your troops
>Skirt the flames and find a less hot area to pass through.
>[Write in]

>>3390147

>Have Mildri use the last of her magic and see if she can’t cool down an area enough for you to pass through.

Only if she can break the ice even without energy, if she can't


>Skirt the flames and find a less hot area to pass through.

>>3390181
The ice from the boats I mean

>>3390147

>Skirt the flames and find a less hot area to pass through.

>>3390147

>Skirt the flames and find a less hot area to pass through.

Calm now, we just have to get out, this fire took it's sweet time and the mission is already over, at least it served as a destraction

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>>3390181
>>3390311
>>3390363

You decide that skirting the flames is the best option, you’re sure to find a less hot spot as you go. As you travel along the outside of the flames you take the time to catch your breath. So close to the heat and the flames, the trees are reluctant to mess with you. Their roots stay underground and their branches stay high away from the flames. If it weren’t for fire and constant threat of attack the walk would be almost peaceful. Sometime into your walk, you come to what you’re looking for. There at the edge of the forest near the river was a depressed area of trees flooded with water. The fire was kept back by the wetlands and would make for a good crossing site. As you approach the water’s edge though, you hear a loud sucking noise and out of the murky water rises the mud creature.

“Not this asshole again,” Aborea moans as she adopts a combat stance.

The creature isn’t the only problem though rushing out from the woods behind you the swamp folk let out whoops and shouts as they encircle your rear. They seem content to let you fight the creature while they watch, although from the sounds of it the remaining shamans won’t let this be a totally fair fight.

>This is it, have Aborea use the last of her energy to freeze the monsters legs and run past the creature while it’s stuck.
>You’ve had a chance to catch your breath and there’s nowhere left to run. Beat this creature and you’re home free.
>[Write In]

>>3390620
>>You’ve had a chance to catch your breath and there’s nowhere left to run. Beat this creature and you’re home free.

fucking asshole, ok, let's see how tough it is, if we can't hurt it we change to freeze amd bail tactics, and let's hope Ward's people hear those asshole shamans and fuck them up, it's about time they attack something

>>3390620
God dammit why did we have to get swamp javelin fags that could roflstomp heavy crossbowmen. Despite inferior range, equipment, and planning.

>>3390620
Ok, lets fuck it up while making some pretty loud noise.
Sigh....time for some 1s

>>3390620
>You’ve had a chance to catch your breath and there’s nowhere left to run. Beat this creature and you’re home free.

Yeah fuck it we couldn’t outrun it even when we rolled decentish we might as well fight it. Who knows we might get lucky and not die.

>>3390742
open up with an explosion? I say we open up with an explosion before the melee starts

it may even grab our reinforcement's attention

>>3390822
That sounds good. We really need fate points or some shit. This constant crit failing or enemy crit success has just fucked us over constantly. The one time we’re offered an item to help mitigate that shit it only triggers when we crit fail and the enemy crit succeeds in the same turn. Like a 0.0025% of that thing ever actually going off.

>>3390869
we can ask the commerce goddess to sell us something for that next time we see her

>>3390822
>>3390869

Okay lads give me some d20s for your grenado throw.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>3391036
1 incoming

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>3391036

>>3391040
Yes fuck the stupid mud golem

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>3391036

Rolled 13, 15, 20 = 48 (3d20)

>>3391036

>Muddy

>>3391049

Don't worry you still hit him

>>3391049
of course

>>3391052
Lol this quest

>>3391062
I'm not even surprised anymore kek

>>3391051
We just didn’t damage or slow him down at all.

>>3391067
We should start letting QM roll for us, and we roll for the enemy.

>>3391072
muddy still need some more crits to get in the critty mook hall of fame along with celebrities like:
Critty bandit
Critty Polimorph
Desert Mercenaries
Swampfolk Stallone

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>>3390620

>>3391037
>>3391040
>>3391045
>>3391049

>last post of the night

Not letting the monster take another step you pull a grenado from your satchel, twist its flint lighter and hurl the thing at the creature. The grenado makes a plopping noise as it strikes and sinks into the beast. There is a moment of silence as the monster stands there unmoving then BOOM, the monster explodes sending chunks of mud flying everywhere and spattering everyone with the muck. Your men let out a little cheer at seeing the creature die and they begin to move toward the water once again, but you halt them. Right before your very eyes, the monster reforms, pulling mud from the ground and reforming as if you hadn’t just blown it to bits.

The swamp folk let out a series of howls, chants, and ware cries as the reformed beast lumbers toward you once again. Not wanting to get blown apart again the creature comes at you a little faster than last time.

>The creature is closing too fast, give me some d20s for your combat rolls

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>3391095
RIP Baldur
Might as well tell the soldiers to get mildri out of here

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>3391095

>>3391084

Hopefully he doesn't do as well and joins the list of push overs like:
Selenas
Valenca
The weather god of temper tantrums

>>3391106
Too late for that I got a 1 lol. Unless mud boi rolls 1 we are gonna get our ass plowed.

>>3391106
Selenas is still on the fence, she disshed out massive pain on those mercenaries, and dealt gracefully with Cauldet

>>3391114
>>3391118

Hold on just a little longer anons if you somehow survive I'll offer you your choice of 3 perks. All of them will in some way help to mitigate all these crits

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>3391095

>>3391097
>>3391146
We're so dead that it's funny.

Rolled 4, 16, 1 = 21 (3d20)

>>3391095

>Ya Boi Muddy

Rolled 4, 3, 14 = 21 (3d20)

>>3391095

>Mildri

Rolled 20, 12, 14 = 46 (3d20)

>>3391095

>Heavies

Rolled 20, 10, 11 = 41 (3d20)

>>3391095

>Shamans

>>3391084
Muddy is more like a mini boss. Or an actual final boss of an encounter.

>>3391683
HA eat dirt Muddy!
... No wait
>>3391686
Women around get stab to often. Unfortunately this is not sexuall innuendo
>>3391691
Heavies pulling their weight
>>3391704
Just go back to your swamp. Stop it
>>3391097
Oof

>>3391744
Hey, with that one we may even win the battle report against muddy

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>>3391095

>>3391097
>>3391101
>>3391182
>>3391683
>>3391686
>>3391691
>>3391704

Your rolls: 1,18,8 = (9)/2 crit fail + 3 [Veteran] + 1 [Stance] + 1 [Oaken Strength] + 2 [Battle Buddies] = 12
Enemy rolls: 4,16,1 = (7)/2 crit fail + 2[Inhuman Strength] = 6
12 – 6 = 6 damage

Bonuses: 6 + 2[Untouchable Glaive] + 2[Stance] = 10 damaged dealt

>Muddy “Slain”


Closing with you fast, you have no choice but to face the mud golem. While the creature is large and rather intimidating it is more dumb beast than fighter. With a simple sidestep, the creature’s charge flies past you, allowing you to deliver a satisfying strike to the golem’s side. The blow cuts the creature open and causes a slightly more watery mud to spill out of the wound deflate the monster slightly. Its charge failing, the golem strikes out nearby targets and finds Aborea. Unfortunately for the monster Aborea is no easy target. She neatly dodges the golem’s arm as it slams the ground where she was standing before slicing the arm off. The golem unfazed by the loss of its arm, raises its other arm to strike Aborea, but finds that arm missing as well. In fact it was missing a lot of things now that your squad of heavies had started to hack at it. The heavies are quite efficient in their takedown, slicing off the golem’s legs and arms and then cutting away at the monsters head and torso until nothing was left but quivering pile of mud, a quivering pile of mud that was still trying to reform.

While the golem wasn’t dead, it wasn’t going to be up and fighting anytime soon. “Move! Link up with Ward,” you shout to your men as you begin to push through the swampy water toward the other side of the flame wall. You only make it so far cross the swamp until with a wet “slorp”, you sink up to your chest in the murky water and mud. You are not the only victim however as the rest of your team sinks as well, although they merely sink to their waists or knees. Behind you, the swamp warriors who had refrained from joining the fight earlier were now rushing to finish you off.

>Alright anons I’m going to need another set of d20s to see if you can free yourself from this mud in time.

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>3391761

>>3391797
Oof 2

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>3391761

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>3391761

>>3391797
Damn, Aborea, heavies and Ward to the rescue, it seems we are stuck

At least now we are at the same height as the swamp guys kek

Rolled 16, 1, 6 = 23 (3d20)

>>3391761

>Aborea

>>3391835
Women getting stabbed by pigmies
More at eleven

Rolled 3, 17, 14 = 34 (3d20)

>>3391761

>Heavies

>>3391839
Mah dudes, nowpull us up!

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>>3391761

>>3391797
>>3391816
>>3391822
>>3391835
>>3391839

You struggle and strain against the mud, but only manage to pull yourself out up to your waist putting you at about the same height as the swamp warrior charging you. Aborea has much the same luck as you and is quickly surrounded by swamp folk. You are not totally doomed however as your squad of heavies, rise from the muck and close in to protect and assist you.

>The heavies are protecting and assisting you for this round, give me another set of d20s

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>3391859

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>3391859
We're doomed.

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>3391859
We still don't have a 1? Let me correct that

Rolled 5, 5, 17 = 27 (3d20)

>>3391859

>Aborea

Rolled 3, 8, 17 = 28 (3d20)

>>3391859

>Swamp Folk

Rolled 11, 18, 11 = 40 (3d20)

>>3391859

>Heavies

Rolled 2, 5, 20 = 27 (3d20)

>>3391859

>Shamans voting Muddy as president

>>3391908
Get fucked just a 20 is not enough, you lost the election in the other two electorial colleges kek

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>>3391859

>>3391868
>>3391884
>>3391888
>>3391893
>>3391897
>>3391903
>>3391908

Like midwives pull babes from the womb, the heavies yank you and Aborea up from the muck, even as the swamp folk press them on all sides. The heavies in all their mud covered glory manage to hold the swamp folk off while they pull you up and once you and Aborea are finally free, they manage to maintain a fighting retreat as you fall back through the swamp. From over the heads of the attacking swamp folk, you see the mud golem rise once again assisted by the shaman’s magic. Not missing a beat the monster starts lumbering toward you again. You can see the edge of the water just behind you, if you manage to keep this retreat up, you just might make it.

>Give me your last set of d20s you’re almost there anons.

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>3391967

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>3391967

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>3391967

>>3391974
Shorty genocide best day of my life

Rolled 16, 1, 14 = 31 (3d20)

>>3391967

>Swamp Folk

Rolled 6, 11, 2 = 19 (3d20)

>>3391967

>Heavies

Rolled 19, 7, 12 = 38 (3d20)

>>3391967

>Aborea

>>3392048
Shorty genocide intensifies

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>>3391967

>>3391974
>>3391976
>>3392010
>>3392048
>>3392053
>>3392054


The retreat is orderly and swift your heavies hold together delivering a few good blows to their attackers while they pull back. Your own combatants are too greedy in their attacks and leave themselves wide open for a counter attack that you deliver to deadly effect, cleaving two of the warriors in half and finishing off a third who had in an effort avoid being killed by a heavy backed into your swing. Aborea showing some more of her fiery sprit decapitates her opponent and menaces another with the severed head of his friend. Your retreat was going so well, you almost don’t notice when your next step backwards puts you on solid rather than muddy ground. Solid ground isn’t the only thing you find though as a familiar voice bellows and order from behind you “Forward ladies, support the Captain.” To your left and right reinforcements take up the fight against your pursers. Suddenly finding themselves in an even match, the swamp warriors are unwilling to keep up the fight and they begin to retreat back into the safety of the woods. No longer finding yourself on the defensive, and with fresh troops, you decide to…

>Let the swamp folk retreat, you’ve reached your target. The fire can deal with them now.
>Press your advantage and pursue the warriors, turn the retreat into a rout.
>[Write In]

>>3392148
Can we see the shammans? Do the medium troops have some kind of ranged?

>>3392148
>Let the swamp folk retreat, you’ve reached your target. The fire can deal with them now.
We pushed our luck. Let's go home anons

>>3392164
Can the girls throw something at the shammans or we throw our last granedo?

>>3392180
Ok, let's take a breather and get out of here

Tell Ward thegood/bad news, we fucked the ritual but she missed the party
We are here to link up so we can leave, we don't have an habit of leaving people behind

>>3392218

The only ranged you have is your last grenado and the shamans are pretty far back.

>>3392238
Damn
>Press your advantage and pursue the warriors, turn the retreat into a rout.

Advance to the shammies

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>>3392148

>>3392180
>>3392233

Watching the swamp folk pull back, you call a halt. “Let them go the flames will claim what’s left of them.” You’d made it through that death trap of a forest and you weren’t about to turn right back around and run through it again.

“What are you doing here Captain, did the assault fail?”

“No we successfully stopped the ritual. We are here to link up with you and get out of here.”

Ward looks over your shoulder at your exhausted and mud encased troops. “Are they all that’s left?” She asks in disbelief.

“No there are more holding their ground at the ritual site. We have to link up with them and get out of here.”

“I see, well the flames are slow but they seem to keep the swamp folk from attacking us we can advance behind them and we’ll get to the site.”

Ward’s plan was sound, her troops looked intact and in good spirits since all they’d done was light the forest up and walk behind the advancing flame wall. That would take time though and you had no idea what was happening back at the ritual site.

>Follow Ward’s plan and advance behind the flames
>If you want to get back to the ritual site in a timely manner, you’ll have to cut back through the forest.
>[Write In]