>>3408878
Whoa! Sir Paragon's looking pretty rough there, chief.

>>3408879
Yeah, that could be caused by a lot of things
>>3408878
At the behest of Sir Paragon, the knights are all put to their knees, for prayer. After a full day of chanting and such, seven great eagles passed overhead, towards the direction of Tripolioch. But the friar said that when he went out to fetch some water, thirteen white swans flew towards the direction of the desert lands.
>Go with the Friar's vision
>Go with what the group saw

>>3408887
>>Go with what the group saw

>>3408887
>Go with what the group saw
13 is an unlucky number, and 7 is lucky. To Tripolioch we go!

>>3408909
>>3408934
The knights chose the eagles, and began traveling to Tripolioch. The path was well-tread, and was cobbled in most places, so the trip was faster than the party expected, and their first day of traveling was without stop. The second day's traveling however, was halted, by a large one-eyed cyclops standing in the way:
>Ask the cyclops to let the party pass
>Try to travel pass without any interaction
>Charge at the obviously dangerous giant, before it can react
>Try to ride past as quick as the party can
>Write in

>>3409099
>Ask the cyclops to let the party pass

>>3409099
>Ask the cyclops to let the party pass

>>3409099
>>Charge at the obviously dangerous giant, before it can react
It is our righteous duty to smite this evil foe!

>>3409423
>>3409141
>>3409130
Sir Dickred prepared to charge the lummox blocking the path, but Sir Paragon stopped him, and said: "oh beast of beasts, whatever toll you wish to attain from us, ask it, and it shall be yours." The fat oaf turned its slothful head towards the party, and said "wha' the 'ell you wan'? I'm clearly busy." Indeed the beast was busy, eating what seemed to be the remains of local wildlife. "We just want to pass, good sir giant," Sir Paragon said, taking his horse infront of the others. "Ye, wha'ever, piss off." As the knights prepared to pass the stupid behemoth, it spied a spare horse (Sir Pepe's) and said "Oi, tha' 'orse yours? give it 'ere an I may not 'urt yous."
>give the idiot the horse
>"Unlikely, fatty"
>Write in

>>3409586
>>"Unlikely, fatty"

>>3409586
>What did you just say about me, you little prick? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Royal Knights, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Kekistan, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I'm the top lancer in the entire armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my words. You think you can get away with saying that crap to me over the road? Think again. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the land and your location is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Royal Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable self off the face of the continent, you little crap. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you diot. I will spread fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're dead, kiddo.

>>3408878
did pepe die?

>>3410578
This

>>3409815
>>3411045
No, in the last thread the Knights completed the tasks of kekstantinople, and Pepe was crowned king. So it was decided that he would stay and amass an army, so as to aid the crusaders
>>3410578
>>3411052
The cyclops, clearly intimidated by what the knight had said, replied with "Ye wha'ever, wasn' 'ungry any way." As the cyclops let the Knights pass, you could see that his large hand was wiping away something from his face, while sniffling was heard from the creatures huge nose.

After a food more days of travel, the men reached Tripolioch, and were taken back by the beauty of the city: with its Golden Arches and marble statues, the city was like a priceless artefact in and of itself. You met the man leading the crusade at the centre of the city: Emperor August September, the greatest of generals. A large and battle scarred man then stood in the parties way, saying "none shall see the emperor while he is at meeting, unless it is of the utmost urgency." Just as a reply was being thought up, a hand went on the shoulder of the loyal guard, and a very deep and manly voice was heard: "Paragon, is that you old friend? I couldn't recognise you under all that stuble and fatigue, we better get you fixed up for the coming crusade." It was, as you guessed, emperor August September himself. Through discourse and dialogue, the other Knights found out the two's connection; they had fought in the previous crusade together, before August was named emperor, and Sir Paragon saved his life more than once. The other Knights and the friar were allowed to do anything they wanted in the city, while Paragon brought the emperor up to date.
>Go to the tavern
>To the spa
>Go to the arena
> go to the armory
>Write in

>>3411456
>Go to the tavern
>To the spa
>Go to the arena
Some rest and a good drink, then a detox, then some entertainment.

>>3411537
You'll only be able to choose one activity, then something else will happen

>>3411947
In that case, it's the spa.

>>3411537
>>3411956
The men all agreed to go to the local spa, considering it was a long journey and all. The room was huge, with stone columns and statues lining the walls, as well as a great stone bath in the middle, with steam coming off it, and servants constantly working to keep it at a steady heat. The friar was, of course, the first one in the water, letting out a loud sigh of relief all the while. The other party members soon followed François's example, taking off their armor and weapons, and relaxing in the great spa. Next, the men were lead to benches, where they lied down and had servants massage their tight and knotted muscles. After that, they were taken to a smaller and hotter spa, where servants scrubbed the long days of journey and toil from their body. Lastly, the knights went back to the large spa and enjoyed a small entrée of olives, bread, and fine wine (all of this was paid for by the generous emperor).
The company was fitted with tailored garments and led to the room where the generals were discussing the war. They reunited with Sir Paragon (who seemed to have been given slightly better grooming than his companions), who said that the generals were discussing how to take back the holy city of 100 names from the vile sand people:
>We should starve out the villains
>We should ask them to allow us to pilgrimage to the city, and if they deny this right, then we attack
>A skilled few should try to open the gates from inside the city
>We should do this quickly, so no reinforcements can come from the other sand people armies: siege the city with weapons of war

>>3411971
>A two-pronged attack: siege the city with weapons of war while a skilled few try to open the gates from inside

>>3411971
>>We should do this quickly, so no reinforcements can come from the other sand people armies: siege the city with weapons of war

>>3411971
>>We should starve out the villains

Rolled 2 (1d3)

>>3411994
>>3412003
>>3412008
Rolling for consensus

>>3414711
Sir Paragon agreed with the other lords that attacking the city quickly would be the best course of action, using all the knowledge of siege warfare against the enemy. August September formed a vanguard, and had the party at the front and center, protecting the emperor. The men set off, riding with thousands of other eager knights ready to die for a greater cause. The emperor rode out in front of the cavalry and said, "Dues Vult!" and was met with all the knights saying the same, and riding to their destiny. After a few days on the saddle, the less experienced knights fell behind, while the veterans stayed at the emperor's side.
Once they all got to the city, the knights were covered in sand and dirt, all still gleaming with the same excitement. The lighter and less winded horsemen rode around the huge cities lands, pillaging and taking what they could carry, and the veterans took to stopping all exports and imports to the city, so as to hurt them with attrition. By the time the main force had come to the camp, it was already heavily fortified and well provisioned. The siege engineers had a few ideas for the attack:
>Sapping
>Grappling hook climbing
>Trebuchets
>Ladders
>Siege towers
>Battering rams
>Siege beasts
(you can choose three options. If only you choose one option, it will be a bigger and better version of it)

>>3415159
>Sapping
>Siege towers
>Siege beasts

>>3415159
>Trebuchets
>Siege beasts

>>3415159
>T r e b u c h e t s

>>3415159
>>Trebuchets
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Warwolf

>>3415165
>>3415185
>>3415249
>>3415304
After building a great many trebuchets, and having a great many trebuchets ineffective against the ancient walls, emperor August September ordered a great trebuchet to be built, that dwarfs all others in history, Deus Vult! August named the thing 'War-Woman,' and had all efforts put into its construction. After a few days of constant hard work, the machine was built, and it's first volley flung; breaking some towers and merlons. The second volley managed to break more towers, and from what you heard, houses in the city. The weapon was so devastating that it actually managed to break whole chunks of the ancient wall, allowing knights to storm in (though fighting in rubble does create casualties). After a week, the city was fully taken, and the casualties minimal, though the inner castle still held out, with none of War-Woman's volleys able to breach it:
>Leave the lords be, they can slowly starve (though that would take quite a while)
>Breach the castle through a hidden entrance, opening the doors from the inside (Strategy)
>Try to scare them out, with promises that if they don't surrender, they will be tortured mercilessly (Dread)
>Challenge the lord of this land to a fair duel for the castle residents freedom (Chivalry)
Roll 1d20

>>3415496
>>Challenge the lord of this land to a fair duel for the castle residents freedom (Chivalry)

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>3415496
>>3415505

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>3415496
>Challenge the lord of this land to a fair duel for the castle residents freedom (Chivalry)

>>3415496
>>3415505
>>3415507
>>3415544
(DC=16) Rolled 17 = Success and Sir Paragons chivalry +1

Sir Paragon stood in front of where the castle residents could see him and gave a proposal, "you shall all be freed if you can beat me, knight of the empire, with your best knight representing the sand-people!" After a few minutes, a huge man stepped out of the reinforced door leading to the keep and dwarfed Sir Paragon by at least three feet. "I am the lords champion, and I shall crush my opponent," the giant man boomed, looking down at the knight. "I am your opponent, and we shall meet at the arena," Sir Paragon said, in his bravest voice. The beast of a man gave a hearty laugh, and said "so be it! little man."
Sir Paragon his sword, and his enemy held his polehammer to meet it. The crowd had formed, and all were silent for the melee duel. The enemy started, with a barrage of flurries and strikes, most missing or blocked, but with a scant few banging against Sir Paragons armor (The giant man had no visible armor). The man managed to kick Paragon to the ground with his bare foot, knocking him against the wall of the arena. The giant held his hammer high above his head, ready to finish this duel for his kingdom, but Sir Paragon blocked it with Excelsior. The knight of the empires sword was enchanted with magical properties that allowed it to cut straight through the handle of the opponent's axe, disarming him. Sir Paragon stood up, and with a fancy set of moves, made the enemy knight forfeit. The city was now yours, and August September was indebted to the companions:
>Ask for an assault on the capital of the sand people, so the crown can be retrieved
>Ask for his best knight and guide, so they can find the capital and sneak in
>Ask for some sort of super effective transportation
>Ask for a magical item to aid the holy knights
>Ask for nothing in return
>Write in

>>3417439
>>Ask for nothing in return

>>3417439
>Ask for an assault on the capital of the sand people, so the crown can be retrieved

>>3417439
>>Ask for an assault on the capital of the sand people, so the crown can be retrieved

>>3417443
>>3417444
>>3417743
>>Ask for an assault on the capital of the sand people, so the crown can be retrieved

"Emperor August September, we should go for the sand-peoples capital next, that is where the crown is," Sir Paragon said, rather fervently. The surrounding nobles started to openly protest this action when August silenced them by holding up his hand and said: "so be it, old friend." Well orchestrated music played as well as a montage of the knights suiting up, and looking very serious while doing it. Just before the crusaders were about to leave, a huge army of frogs appeared on the horizon. The men rode out to meet them, and saw Pepe leading them, as their king. "An Alliance once existed between Frogs and Men. Long ago we fought and died together. We come to honor that allegiance. We are proud to fight alongside men once more," Sir Pepe said, nodding to Sir Paragon after. The armies joined, and marched to the capital of the enemy, now united under one banner.
After a few long days of travel, the enemy was spotted by a scout, with a huge army, at least twice the size of yours:
>Write in the tactics used for the army
No need to roll

It should be said that the giant salamanders were now juvenile, and were growing fast due to frog magic.

>>3419975
We shall send small groups of men to raid their camps, sow terror in their hearts, and ruin their supplies, while we wait for the enemy to weaken; when the time is right we shall strike head-on and vanquish the apostates.

Blasphemers and infidels are afforded neither chivalry nor mercy.

>>3419975
disassemble War-Woman and use it to besiege their city.

>>3419985
>>3420751
The Crusaders set up groups of light cavalry to do skirmishes on the enemy armies supply train and camps, then they assembled the war-woman at the battlefield which was chosen, to use as a shock weapon against them. They had set up, and the enemies were within shooting distance of the War-Woman. The Knights launched the boulders at the enemies vanguard, dissuading them from advancing without the full infantry force. When the enemy army got closer, the Crusaders ordered the knights to charge and to stop them from letting loose arrows. The empire and Kek line was stretched thin to meet the enemies, and even though their heavy cavalry beat the enemies one to one, they had many more than the Crusaders had. Just then, Sir Paragon saw him, the enemy general, and the son of the enemy sultan:
>Challenge the general to a duel in the middle of the battlefield (Chivalry. Gets a +1 modifier)
>Charge him on horseback and try to cut him off from his guard (Strategy)
>Pray to god to smite the man down (Piety. Gets a +3 modifier)
Roll 1d20

Rolled 14 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>3422127
>Pray to god to smite the man down (Piety. Gets a +3 modifier)
Put the fear of God in the hearts of the heathens

>>3422132
17 (DC=16), Success

Sir Paragon did what he does best, bother god. The knight dropped his sword in the middle of the battle and got on his knees, looking up to god with a tear in his eye: "O' Lord who art in heaven, I beseech thee, smite down thy villain yonder for their foul and sacrilegious deeds committed through war." In the middle of this arid land, storm clouds began to encircle the battlefield, and in an act of true godly wrath, a lightning bolt shook the very earth itself and struck down the vile general from the horse he sat upon, killing him. This not only shook the enemy but also encouraged the allies, causing them to yell "deus vult!" and push all the harder, breaking the enemy army. When the battle was over, even the friar had taken some heads, but alas, the enemy knew the land better than the Crusaders and escaped back to their wicked city in the desert. The party knew this wouldn't be the last of the enemies armies.

Sir Paragon and his companions volunteered to scout ahead for signs of the enemy, and came across a great oasis. The men were certainly thirsty, and you saw no signs of other people in the area:
>Write in what the party does

>>3422240
We are in the enemy's lands now, and we must tread with caution. Let us see what lives in the oasis, and cleanse with muslin and heat any water we draw for drinking.

>>3422272
As the knights began riding down to the oasis to refill their water, François stopped them and said that the water needed to be purified first. He knelt down and started to make a purifier with muslin, as well as heat afterward: there's a good chance the water was poisoned by the retreating enemy army. Just as the friar bent down, he saw a face staring up at him from the water, a water spirit of this oasis. François De Fromage-Fondu jumped back, and the spirit followed as far as the water's edge. "I am a holy guardian of this water source, and I make myself visible to you legendary knights so you can aid me: a powerful phantom lies deep within the depths of the oasis, and I'm afraid it's leeching off my life force. Also, I'll disappear once the army gets here cause reasons!"
>Agree to aid the spirit
>No, we have no time for this
>Write in

>>3422312
>Agree to aid the spirit

>>3422312
>>Agree to aid the spirit

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>>3422320
>>3422386
The knights agreed, and took off their armor, considering it would be too heavy to swim in, and put dove into the water, helped along by the spirit with the ability to breath underwater, and to be able to see in its depths.
The men reached the bottom of the surprisingly deep oasis, and found a small verticle cave entrance at its floor, which they proceeded to enter. On the other side of the cave entrance, they found an ancient stone room with carvings all along the walls, and a black pond in its center. Sir Paragon drew Excelsior and approached the fell pond, preparing to defend against any evil doers who dare attack him and found it to reflect his face.
As Sir Paragon stared deeper into the pond, he found his face change in it, and it started to age and deform to where it looked as vile as a demon or ghoul. The knights tried to help, but there was an invisible barrier stopping them, this was Sir Paragons fight. The reflection gave a cackle, as it pulled itself out of the pond like that girl from the ring, and started to walk towards the frightened knight. The phantom had armor, and Sir Paragon did not, and he was without his party members support:
>Pray to the lord for the power to smite this demon (Piety +3 [very difficult in this demonic place])
>You will send this creature back to the abyss using Excelsior, and your own metal (Chivalry +1)
>Try to negotiate with the putrid thing, buying time for your men to break the magic barrier (Strategy)
Roll 1d20

Rolled 12 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>3422402
>>You will send this creature back to the abyss using Excelsior, and your own metal (Chivalry +1)

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>3422402
>Pray to the lord for the power to smite this demon (Piety +3 [very difficult in this demonic place])
>You will send this creature back to the abyss using Excelsior, and your own metal (Chivalry +1)
COMBINE THEM

>>3424953
>>3424975
I'll count the 12+1 = 13 as the chivalry action and the 11+3 = 14 as the pious option
DC for the chivalry was 16=Failure
DC for the piety was 13=success

Will update in new thread, because this one is saged

>>3426554
Heres the new thread:
>>3426618