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Welcome back, bog brujos, to the sixth installment of Swamp Lord Quest. Once again, you are Lord Jakob Absol, heir of the Archmage Lord Arnveis Absol the Black, rival of the rebel sorceress Albeda Absol, Liege of the Absol Swamp, and Master of Castle Briarfast.

Last time, you celebrated victory, you received (albeit somewhat coldly) Lord Londo Ryd of the Mountains, you fobbed off his proposal for you to marry his daughter with as much grace as you have and instead arranged what he might construe as some kind of courting ritual instead, and you interrogated the Night Hunters. You now know, at least, where the chimera that was used in the attempt on your life was made. You also know a fair bit more about the Night Hunters, and reached an agreement that allows you to spare their lives and hopefully drive a wedge between them and your rebellious rival. You might even get a useful spell out of it.
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IT IS TIME! SWAMP DENIZENS ARISE AND ASSEMBLE!
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This is a story the people of Vartyne and the surrounding lands tell. This is a story, not about how the world began, but about what it was like at the beginning. In those days, all of Earth was in one place, all of Sky was in one place, and all of Ocean was in one place. These three Great Spirits were all. They walked and spoke with each other much as people do, but on a far grander scale. Earth was beautiful, full of mystery and hidden depths, her (though “him” and “her” are terms adopted for the Great Spirits only for convenience) curving boundaries incredibly alluring, and such was their desire for her that Sky and Ocean began to quarrel. They set about tricking and competing with each other for Earth's affections, and over time these battles began to escalate and become more serious. Earth, who initially welcomed this attention, began gradually to suffer for it. She saw her soft edges worn jagged, hard rocks exposed, and canyons ripped into her flesh where Sky and Ocean pawed at her, and flew into a rage. She invited both to her bed in turn, but when each was worn out from making love to her she tore them apart with her nails of magma and obsidian, scattering them to become the Thousand Winds and the Thousand Waters (Thousand here is used purely to mean 'many' and not in the literal sense). She took their hearts and threw them away from her, where they fixed in the firmament above all things.

Her labors completed, and her body breaking apart from the strain, she sank down and became the Thousand Lands. Yet, even a fragment of a Great Spirit is still a mighty thing. When whole, Earth, Sky, and Ocean had kept all of their children inside them, for the way of birthing things had not yet been learned, but now they sprang forth as the Gods of Mixed Aspect. Moreover, the pieces of the Great Spirits would not die, and became the Gods of Pure Aspect. Moreover, now that there was space for them, the Gods of No Aspect came from Elsewhere (although there is debate about whether there is actually such a thing in the Mihtoist church).
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The gods began to create a ruckus as they explored the reality created by this sundering of ultradivine flesh, and before long started to quarrel just as the Great Spirits had, and before long quarreling turned to fighting. As the battles raged, suddenly a great voice rang out from above, and bid them halt.

Although Sky had been cold and proud, its heart had burned with love for Earth's warmth. Although Ocean had been mercurial and unreliable, its heart had yearned for Earth's solid stability. As love changes one's heart, so two had the strongest pieces of Sky and Ocean been changed. Sky's heart had awakened as the sun god Mihto, and Ocean's heart as the moon goddess Radha. Each a more noble and complete being than they had been before, for what is love if not that which fills one's own gaps? Where else does love reside, but in the heart? Mihto and Radha had been falling in love with each other while the other gods fought, and they descended as a divine couple, urging peace and order. If they continued to fight, what ugly shape would reality take? Would it even continue to exist? Mihto, as the Light Above All and the Maker of Hierarchies towards which all things reach, began to set the young gods in order, while Radha, who was both change and stability, taught them to adapt to their new roles.

Yet, in some gods, whose names we cannot know for their concepts have been cut off from what is real, there burned a flame of rebellion. Born from hate and disparity, from greed and uncaring lust, and emotions for which mortals have no names, the Errant Gods hated the idea of the world Mihto and Radha envisioned, and so they rebelled. Mihto drew the First Weapon and waded into their midst, and his righteous light cut them apart, yet they were still gods and the pieces rose up and defied him anew. He gazed at them in consternation, and although he continued to fight he was keenly aware that the Aligned Gods he had put in order would be attacked should he falter, and the roles he had set them to would be disrupted. Moreover, the small lives that had grown from Earth's flesh, nurtured by Sky and Ocean, would be trampled, and his great heart mourned the idea that something so small should suffer unjustly. Yet, as any true knight, Mihto was prepared to fight eternally, treading lightly lest his footsteps burn those beneath him, yet his beloved wife could not let her husband be harmed or worn down through eternal war until he was naught but an ember of herself, and so she opened wide her mouth and scooped the Errant Gods in one by one. Immortal they may be, but she was Ocean's daughter, and naught devours like the sea. She consumed them all, save those who fled or surrendered, and inside her they could cause no trouble or rise again to fight...but for this she paid a terrible price.
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Once she had glowed almost as bright as Mihto, and together they had bathed the sky in light endlessly forever, side by side. Yet as she collapsed, falling into a slumber to keep herself from breaking apart, scarred and swollen from the ordeal, her light flickered and faded, until it was only her love that kept her glowing.

Seeing this, Mihto carried her back into the sky, weeping tears of light across the heavenly road that we now call stars. He placed her where she could sleep, and watched with agony as her light waned, crying with anguish as it seemed to go out...only to brighten again as she heard the cries of the living things below, thanking her for her sacrifice and renewing her will to fight. Although Mihto is the perfect lord and the perfect knight, even the perfect can be tempted, and so he set himself far away from her, denying the world his light for half of time to avoid the urge to drag the Errant Gods from her belly and free her from her deathly slumber. Yet, now and then, Sun and Moon do share the sky, when he visits her to speak gently to her in her sleep and wipe the sweat from her brow, which we call an eclipse.

Most living things forgot Radha's sacrifice, but the wolf remained loyal, and raised a great cry to Radha to encourage her whenever they saw her in the sky. Moreover, when the Man-Wolf pact was forged, and Wolf gave of their numbers servants to men, Man agreed in turn to give of their numbers to the Wolves and join in the howl. As man can shape sorcery, this act of great devotion is rewarded by the gods with the power of the Night Hunter. Or, alternately, it is that the Night Hunters bleed off the power of the Errant Gods to help Radha keep them quiescent, and expend it harmlessly in their rituals.
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This story and many others, Twull teaches you as he prepares you to become one of the Pack. As much as it was a compromise, and as much as he used the word 'technically' when describing your Pack status, he takes it as seriously as if you were a wide-eyed initiate planning to fully attune. Although it delays his freedom, it takes until the end of the month for him to declare you ready to learn the actual spells.

Fortunately, it does not take away too much from the time you spend on other lordly duties. For one, you take Lilly up on an offer she made to you. She knows much of how a proper lord, rather than a reclusive sorcerer who rules by power, is supposed to act. Perhaps it's just that what you said to Albeda lingers in your mind, that you were raised to be a lord while she has merely become a sorceress, and that this is why you are the better choice to rule. Perhaps it's because you know that someday you will be in someone else's court where you can't simply give someone who insults you a swift bolt of lightning to the forehead. Perhaps it's just that the lessons are pleasant, and learning how to spot liars and flatterers will serve you well no matter where you go. Regardless, her brilliant blue eyes glow even brighter when you inform her that you desire her to teach you. You learn how to dance, although that is an ongoing project. You learn how to pretend to be interested in things you don't actually care about. You learn how to talk about things you don't actually care about, and when it is and isn't appropriate to simply discuss the things you like to discuss. She teaches you courtesies, how to address someone of every rank, and how to pretend like you at least know how to dance in the slow, formal way one dances with a woman at court. You learn how to tell from someone's eyes and from what they do not say when they want something, or when they are lying. You learn to tell true grief from false grief, and love from admiration.

It's a pleasant distraction from unpleasant things. Something is done that had to be done, yet you were putting off while you lured Albeda into the trap that was the assassination attempt. The great gates of Briarfast are shut, and kept so save when expressly opened to let people in and out, as is done in times of war. Hoardings are added atop the walls, to supplement the existing battlements of wood and thorn. Messengers go out to the farms and villages, to the hamlets and holdfast, and on their lips is the call for the soldiers and magi of the swamp to stir themselves and rise to your banner, that Albeda Absol, apprentice to Arnveis, is now an outlaw and a traitor.

As for Sister Char...

>[Execute her publicly]
>[Keep her in her cell]
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Jakob Absol, Swamp Lord

Unspent Exp: 1
Total Exp: 24

BODY: 2
COORDINATION: 2
SENSE: 3
Eerie: +1
Empathy: +2
KNOWLEDGE: 4
Counterspell: +3
Language (Vartynen): +MD
Sorcery: +3MD
Strategy: +2
Tactics: +2
COMMAND: 4
Haggle: +1
Inspire: +3
Intimidate: +1
CHARM: 2
Graces: +1
Fascinate: +1

ADVANTAGES:
Lucky 1 (one reroll per session on a roll where NO sets turn up)
Thick Headed 1 (one extra wound box in the head)
Status 3 (Lord of the Absol Swamp, FREE for plot reasons)
Followers 5 (10 Threat 4 Unworthy Opponents, the Last Loyal, FREE for picking Swamp)
Possession ? (Castle Briarfast, FREE for plot reasons)
Possession 3 (Well-Made Plate Armor)
Literate in Vartynen 1 (FREE for plot reasons)
Greater Literacy in Vartynen 2 (FREE for plot reasons)
Wealth 3
Spells (1)
Spells (1)
Spells (3)
Spells (3)
Spells (5)

PROBLEMS:
Hated Enemy (+1 xp whenever the Hated Enemy harms or inconveniences you)

PASSIONS:
Mission: Solidify your hold on the Absol Swamp
Duty: Be a lord your people and ancestors would be proud of
Craving: Find a worthy and powerful wife

ESOTERIC DISCIPLINES:
The General's Visage: Words of Iron

SPELLS:
Aqueous Divination (Sense): Weather Wisdom, Clearwater Oracle
Smoke Sculpting (Knowledge): Minor Smoke Form, Smoke Arrow, Minor Smoke Structure, Smoke Armor
The Night Hunter's Art (Sense):
The Way of the Wood (Knowledge): Blossom Freshness
Wings of Words (Knowledge): Soar, Words of Lesser Attunement, Minor Lightning Stroke
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I also believe that you wanted to try Being Informed before the month ends. Since you've relentlessly pursued intel and asked very intelligent questions, I'm giving you +2 for the interrogations you've performed.

Before the month rolls over you're at Might 3 (1), Treasure 2 (1), Influence 2, Territory 1 (0), Sovereignty 3 (1). The numbers in parentheses indicate the temporary values, which will go back to full at the end of the month. Thus, as Being Informed is Influence+Sovereignty, and you're getting +2, I'll take the first five dice results.

>[Feed me dice!]
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>>4550986
>[Keep her in her cell]

Don't really see the need to execute her, and we have yet to find out how she got wrapped up in all this as well.
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Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>4550986
>Make a public announcement about a date for her execution to attempt to lure Albeda out and into a trap when she tries to rescue her
It is Char's only value, being bait for a trap.
>>4550992
Dice for the boss man
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Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>4550992
Oh boy, I love feeding dice to QMs!
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Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>4550992
Another die
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Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>4550992
>Make a public announcement about a date for her execution to attempt to lure Albeda out and into a trap when she tries to rescue her
I like this, although I doubt Albeda would go for it.
...but at the same time her not going for it might cause displeasure in her ranks, as it shows she's willing to abandon even the higher-ups
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Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>4550992
Can we get company Master dice?
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Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>4550992
The dice run strong in this one!

>>4551001
I'm sure there is more value to her, you just need to spitshine the exotic jewel. Though I will admit that her main value atm is as a hostage and potential bait.
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>>4551002
>>4551007
We got a set, lads! Let's pat ourselves on the back!

*pat, pat*
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>>4551010
Yaaaaay
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>>4551010

The fact that Jakob is also too lucky for Luck is hilarious to me. Also you got that 1 remaining exp for good roleplaying, by the way, I forgot to say so earlier.
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>>4551007

Not by default as part of a roll by increasing the company's stats. There are spells and techniques that let you add a MD to your rolls in battle, though!
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>>4550986
>Make a public announcement about a date for her execution to attempt to lure Albeda out and into a trap when she tries to rescue her
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>>4551015
Oooooooo, more things to add to the list of toys we want!
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>>4550986
>[Keep her in her cell]

Keeping her alive gives us more options
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On the last day of the Month of Rebirth, one of your scouts enters your hall and kneels before you. Under the guise of heralds bearing your aforementioned decrees, you have slipped canny woodsmen and observant soldiers throughout your realm, casting a wide net in search of the hidden Pentacle. The scout provides you with a map, and tidings. Although he saw no traffic near the Sunken Tower, he did observe wagons going to the ruins Grandmama described as the Well, a great hole in the earth once used as a fortress by the Shadowbinders, Southeast of Briarfast. According to him, the wagons were from Dampmeade and laden with provisions, and when he approached the Well he spotted patrols of men no longer living, shambling corpses with no more wit than beasts. Moreover, some of the wagons were full of bodies, stacked like cordwood, lending credence to rumors he had heard of grave-robbing in the region. As you gaze at the map, it begins to make sense.

Albeda would want to control the South and East of the swamp. South lets her cut off aid from the Schwaltzwood, where Lord Ralf is hungry for allies and quick to jump on an opportunistic young ruler's bandwagon (a pity she didn't consider just marrying herself off to him, as far as you know). East blocks you from receiving troops from Ledo, and furthermore her allies' natural territory is there. Perhaps she knew Ledo would support you, by his nature, or perhaps it was simply convenience as she Night Hunters already had sway in the region. West, your port towns of Soursough and Hookslaw would be difficult to siege as either can resupply the other via the sea, and while Gwelm might send aid their pockets are never deep and their soldiers know a ship's deck better than the unsteady ground of the swamps. North are the mountains, and she knows you would never go to the Ryds for help, and moreover the northern town of Grand Crag is a dangerous plum to pluck, neither wolves nor the dead can fly, and the Stormtongues could inflict dangerous losses while her position is still vulnerable. Better to save them for when she has more soldiers and more mages under her banner after a few wins and (if possible) your head on a pike.

As an aside, the months in order are Rebirth, Thaw, Sowing, Blossoms, Green, Sun, Bonfires, Harvest, Storms, Chill, Barren, and White. Rebirth is the longest month, thirty-five days while the rest have thirty, those first five days being the New Year celebration. These are generally referred to as the 'Month of', so one would say 'Month of Thaw' rather than just 'Thaw'. Last year had an exceptionally mild winter, and although officially the first day of the New Year is the first day of Spring, this year nature beat you to it a little. The Month of Thaw is officially starting, and with it your company stats are refreshed.

[Continue]
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So, when is the announced date for Char's execution, since you're going with that?
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>>4550986

>[Execute her publicly]

Let her die with a curse on her lips and her blood on the thorns. Stand with the true Absol, or perish as all traitors do, at the hands of the people before god and man.
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>>4551058
My first instinct is to say Somewhere near the end of the month, gives us time to set out trap.
But that also makes the trap more obvious doesn't it? (or maybe I'm just overthinking it as usual)
Your thoughts lads?
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>>4551063
Maybe a show trial a week or so before (the end of the month) with the execution date set then.
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>>4551058
Well, it should be either before or after we deal with Goalm by the Well, or Shell in the Tower. Either to pevoke her to commit after her Might is exhausted, or try and make it it quick so as to either force her hand into a trap or let her forget about it and deal a moral blow to the Pentagram and Char (assuming we don't just execute her outright and she's willing to talk honestly).
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>>4551058
I'd say in a week, two weeks at the most. Don't want to give them too much time to plan, especially since they're building up their zombie troops.

Plus the short time will mean they'll need to act fast.
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>>4551068
>Let Char 'publicly' defend herself to a jury of loyal swamp dweller Village chiefs
Kek that has some promise
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>>4551058

>day of Char's execution.

Either the 10th of Thaw, or the day of the new moon, whichever is sooner. Cuts down the strength of Albeda's Night Hunters, and is soon enough that if she wants to save Char, she'll have to rush a rescue. It'll be long enough for Char to potential hope for rescue, but without having time to make a plan for escape. Let her die alone at the hands of the people, as befits someone who strikes against the Absol Swamps with ill intent. Crushing her embers of hope with the lack of rescue from her loving employer is the extra twist of the knife.
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>>4551068

Further support for this idea?

>>4551059

Presumably her method of execution will be being given to the wall, yes.
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>>4551075

We can say that the 10th is a new moon, just...don't assume I'm really tracking the lunar calendar perfectly. I guarantee I will fuck that up at some point.
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>>4551068

>On charges of being a Flame Dancer within the swamps, how do you plead?
>What farce of a trial is this!? I'd rather die-
>Guilty m'lord.
>To the walls with thee, and may you pay back a pittance of the cost for the sins of your forefathers.
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>>4551076
Yea, I'm down for a show trail. It'll be amusing at least.
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>>4551076

I'll throw my support behind the show trial. Helps show the proles that it's not just us in favour of it, but the other branches of magi and village headsman that stand with us against this foreign intruder.
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>>4551077
>not tracking the lunar calendar of the swamp people

Immersion ruined.
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Skip the show trial.
Justice should be swift and fast, and not made a mockery of.
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>>4550986
>[Execute her publicly]

>>4551068
Supporting this too. I don't know the exact date but it shouldn't too long so that any rescue attempt would be botched.
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>>4551076
What are the usual methods of torture and execution here? I feel that we should know everything when we pass judgment on the trial.
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Wait, hang on. I just noticed something. So does this plan mean that rather than marching your army to the Well or Dampmeade, you're keeping everyone at Briarfast and luring Albeda into a battle on your front doorstep? I ask because the next thing to vote on was where you were marching your troops to.

You would be fighting a defensive battle (Might+Territory instead of Might+Treasure), but you would get a bonus for having a fortress to defend from.
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>>4551098

Yeah, I think we should fight a defensive battle, only if we're sure she'll attack, I'd rather not have her exact any vengeance-boner on the nearby settlements.

Maybe build some flammable traps outside the fortress walls to really make it inconvenient for any undead rush.
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>>4551097

I'll answer that in my next post.
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>>4551098
Hmmm
We could send a token force padded out with extras to make it look like we are committing forces else where to lull Albeda into thinking we are going to be vulnerable
Even better if we could use that token force (possibly elite units) to pincer her forces if/when they strike what they think is a only lightly guarded castle
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>>4551098
Yea, that's the problem I feared would happen. I don't know if a defensive battle in the beginning of the month is wise (Territory being 1 and all), I'd much rather try and put her on the defensive.
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>>4551097

Actually since it's before you pass judgment, let me actually tell you. For an execution without malice, say for a capital crime that is evil but not heinous, the penalty is either beheading or the snake. In some villages, the headman will actually keep the Serpent of Justice as a pet. Beheading is the Vartyne way, but using the snake is a traditional swamp thing as it doesn't mutilate the corpse and is relatively painless if you use the right sort of snake. A man who kills his neighbor for his land might die this way.

One tier up from that is drowning. Drowning has more ritual to it and is used for 'heinous' capital crimes, namely ones that evoke disgust. A woman who kills her own child might die this way.

The final tier of execution is being given to the wall of Briarfast. ONLY the Lord Absol can issue this sentence, which is why it has extra weight here, and it is ONLY for crimes against the Lord, his family, or crimes of extreme heinousness because it is a slow, agonizing death. A mass murderer who rapes and murders small girls, for example, would be hunted down by the Lord's men and given to the wall. So would an attempted assassin.
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>>4551098
>>4551103

I mean, we could represent sending elites to strike at the Well by doing an Unconventional Attack (Might+Influence), raiding the supply caravans being run there. Sending them to draw off and splinter her forces will help out. While she is (potentially) sending a force to rescue Char and the imprisoned Night Hunters that we can fend off with our garrison at Briarfast, our foresters and some magi can smash up their logistics before the big push. After all, Grandmama told us that the Well has a hard time with supplies due to isolation, even though it's a very defensive position.
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>>4551104
It's also possible that she doesn't take the bait at all.
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>>4551104

You get at least +1 for fighting from Briarfast, so it would make up the difference between your 1 Territory and 2 Treasure.
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I think there's almost no chance she takes the bait so let's make it soon, let's say a week from now.
Need to deal that moral damage.
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>>4551110

Keep in mind that Unconventional Attacks entail two rolls. One to get in, one to get away. That might be to your advantage...or it might not, since you don't know what's there.
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>>4551110
This is good brainstorming
>>4551113
I suppose words of Iron won't do much for us here since a defensive battle doesn't use might eh?
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>>4551103
I'm willing to support this, if we are just committing to another trap plan.

>>4551107
Serpent, in all honesty beside aiding with the Pentagram Char failed to do anything else of note. Plus, Grandmama could use the body.

Keep in mind though, I still think she's more useful alive than dead.
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>>4551098

Considering what we just learned from Being Informed, I think it makes sense to take the initiative to deal with the undead threat that can only worsen with time.

Maybe we could try to sneak an informant into the Well on a fake provision wagon.

I also agree with >>4551104 about the stats
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>>4551055
5th day of Thaw. If Albeda does not attempt a rescue then we can move out quickly.
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How about a vote?

>[Keep your armies at Briarfast, even if you detach part of them for a diversion as part of a personal Knowledge+Tactics roll before the battle]
>[March a significant enough force to the Well for an attack there, even if you still plan to fight a defensive battle at Briarfast]
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>>4551113
Ah. Thanks for the info, Wong. If you lads want another trap manuver, then why not?
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>>4551117

Might+Territory, Words of Iron still works.
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>>4551121

IF you choose option 2, there will be another vote to see whether you go with them to use Words of Iron and your Knowledge+Tactics rolls for bonuses.
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>>4551121

>[March a significant enough force to the Well for an attack there, even if you still plan to fight a defensive battle at Briarfast]

Albeda might care more than she seems, but she's smart enough to cut her losses. She might be predicting the Trial with a Clearwater Oracle for a strike, but we should be able to fend them off if we use Words of Iron and Tactics rolls to boost our lowered Might at the castle.
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>>4551121
>[March a significant enough force to the Well for an attack there, even if you still plan to fight a defensive battle at Briarfast]

Considering our Might 3, Even after doing both, we'll still have a might left over.
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>>4551121
>>[March a significant enough force to the Well for an attack there, even if you still plan to fight a defensive battle at Briarfast]

We can commit to the other plan after Goalm's forces are in disarray, forcing her into a difficult position.
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>>4551121
[March a significant enough force to the Well for an attack there, even if you still plan to fight a defensive battle at Briarfast]
As long as the date of execution is early.
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>>4551130
But I am curious as to other non-military actions we could take with our other Company stats.
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>>4551128

You have 1 exp right now, I'm assuming you'll have Froth by the time that becomes relevant since technically you only need 1 to buy Froth, since it's just Intensity 2. Spells cost their Intensity value to buy two spells (so two Intensity 4 spells cost 4 exp), or their Intensity -1 to just buy one spell (so one Intensity 4 spell would cost 3 exp). There's a chart, so no you can't just buy every Intensity 1 spell individually for 0 exp.
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>>4551121
>[March a significant enough force to the Well for an attack there, even if you still plan to fight a defensive battle at Briarfast]
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>>4551135

Gimme a sec for some screenshotting.
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>>4551121
>>[Keep your armies at Briarfast, even if you detach part of them for a diversion as part of a personal Knowledge+Tactics roll before the battle]
Trial and execution should finished quickly in 3 days I think. I doubt Albeda would take the bait.
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>>4551144
Eh fuck. I copied the wrong option.
>[March a significant enough force to the Well for an attack there, even if you still plan to fight a defensive battle at Briarfast]
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>>4551121
>[March a significant enough force to the Well for an attack there, even if you still plan to fight a defensive battle at Briarfast]
Well we need to strike as strong a blow to Albeda as we can before we March north
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>>4551121
>>[Keep your armies at Briarfast, even if you detach part of them for a diversion as part of a personal Knowledge+Tactics roll before the battle]
Our blitzkrieg of smoke is running fast enough, we don’t need to overextend and get by splitting our armies too much. Small diversion, then we can March whether or not they take the bait a little later?
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Testing, if this formats okay I'll do the same with the rest so I'm not uploading NINE screenshots. Bear with me, I'm not good at computers.
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>>4551155

Brilliantly done Wong.
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>>4551156
Thanks, Wong. I really appreciate it!
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>>4551156
Definitely readable and saved
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>>4551156

Thanks Wong, going to save these when they're up to help decide and come up with courses of action in the future.
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Bing bing bong bong
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>>4551107
Can we innovate and burn her as a pyromancer? I think that would be sweet irony and justice. Or is she impervious to fire?
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And here's the last one. Also, it makes me question using an Unconventional Attack on the Well. You're in your domain and have every right to be doing this, and raiding or attacking supply lines is a perfectly legitimate use of a normal Attack action.
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>>4551172

She's very impervious to fire. If you fuck up the Attunement and get the Imperfect version, your skin is actually uncomfortably hot to touch. Even with the Perfect version, which she has, her blood actually burns IIRC.
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>>4551121
>>[Keep your armies at Briarfast, even if you detach part of them for a diversion as part of a personal Knowledge+Tactics roll before the battle]
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>>4551173

Looks like the third image of actions got ate there Wong.
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>>4551173

Damn it me. It also looks like marching to the Well is what you're doing.

>[Execute Char before you go]
>[Execute Char when you get back]

If this seems self-evident, I just want to be 100% sure votes don't change based on the new plan.
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>>4551172
Rather not risk it. Plus Grandmama doesn't want a charred (haha) body. The intimidation factor of a Char zombie isn't to be discarded.

Still think it's mistake, as we haven't gained any info.
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>>4551176
ah too bad. Her reaction alone would've made the spectacle worth it.
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>>4551180
>[Execute Char when you get back]

Seems obvious to me. Have a show trail after the our attack.
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>>4551180
>>[Execute Char before you go]
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>>4551180
>>[Execute Char before you go]
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>>4551182
A prisoner with information that they won't give is a useless prisoner. I highly doubt that even with torture she won't say anything, and the nice guy routine will just get us laughed at..
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>>4551183
Your right about that,

>burn the witch!
>Char gives us a deadpan look as the flames fail to consume her
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>>4551180
>[Execute Char when you get back]
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>>4551188
Didn't even try, lad. But I imagine that's irrelevant for the moment.
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>>4551182

The thing about that is, Jakob has never heard of the Shadowbinders creating something that can cast spells. If you give them a particularly strong man's corpse, an expert Shadowbinder can make a husk that has the strength and athletic skill of the original man...but the mind is gone, and with it, all of the Combat Secrets (which I totally forgot were a different thing from Esoterics, but they're like Esoterics for fighting), Esoteric Disciplines, and Spells. So if, for example, you found Dame Alyssa Thorne's body and made a husk out of her, she would be very fast and still have her MD in Weapon (Sword), but she wouldn't have every single Path of the Razor Heart technique and be able to split people in half like Raiden anymore.
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>>4551180

>[Execute Char before you go]

Have the grand trial before all and sundry, and then march to the Well in Smoke and Steel. The traitors have fought us with assassins and subterfuge, we fight them with the people of the land and the might of the Absols. Let them remember that Amadeus Absol didn't skulk and use the tools of terror, but used his cunning to shatter the Thorn-Dwellers beneath the might of righteousness.
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>>4551183

Char not talking makes a lot more sense to me, but then again I know her backstory and why she is the way she is, down to opting for such a blunt plan.

By the way, if what she did seems like a dumb plan, it actually has a historical basis. I won't tell you who, and it's not identical (in fact it happened in reverse order), but a king was replaced in exactly that fashion once.
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>>4551196
Yea, I expected that. But the terror of a dancing dead Char to the Pentagram would be another blow to enemy moral, if we are going to execute her.
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>>4551176
Makes sense, otherwise she'd roast herself with every spell cast.
Something I've noticed about Reign is there's a lot less "Magical" spell effects, which is to say spells create real physical things that aren't just the form a spell happens to have.
Like, in dnd, you have spells that make magical acid that lasts for six seconds, or a wall that lasts as long as you concentrate on it, but most spells don't stick around after they're cast.
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>>4551180
>[Execute Char before you go]
I don't want shenanigans and possible escape while we're gone.
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>>4551200
Your just making me more curious as to her motives. *sigh*
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Interesting, the votes are leaning towards executing her before you go, but I thought the point was to use her execution to lure Albeda into a trap? Please feel free to respond and explain what you mean, I'm working on hashing this out.
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>>4551206

Ironically she's already told them to you, and to Albeda, the why of it is the question. I promise you, Jakob will find out all about her.
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>>4551211
Albeda knows when to cut her losses. I doubt that she would come to rescue her desu, even if Char might be her gay paramour.
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>>4551211
I imagine people thought we'd do the execution plan first, and then ride out to kick some ass after it was finished.
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>>4551211

My vote was going "Execute her in a grand trial, then immediately start marching on The Well while riding high on the swampfolk's righteous anger." Potentially draw out Albeda's forces beforehand. If they show up, it's added fuel on the fire, and if not, march on unopposed until the fight at the Well.
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>>4551211
I don't know, I suspect the others don't really know what they want to do.

>>4551214
Thank you. At least my curiosity will be sated.
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>>4551218
We don't really have evidence of that, so I'll put that down to an assumption.
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>>4551180
>>[Execute Char when you get back]
Hard to use bait when you've already thrown it away
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>>4551222
more or less this for me
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Another thought, are you framing the news of that show trial as "she will be tried by the headmen of the swamp's villages", or "she will be tried by the headmen loyal to me?"
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>>4551230
Are they even really Headmen if they haven't sworn loyalty to their legal lord?
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>>4551230
Swamp's villages, to give the illusion of unity.
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>>4551230
the headmen from villages which had suffered the most from the war
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>>4551230
That reminds me, I assume the Pentagram is raising their Might with the zombies. Does that mean that they levied their troops this month?
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>>4551230

>she will be tried by the headmen of the swamp's villages

A significant amount of them should be loyal to us regardless. It's not our fault if some of the traitorous headsmen don't make it to the trial in time for it. After all, some of the swamps are far away from Briarfast.

This gives an out to undecided ones, and if they try and perform an attack then, it'll harden the resolve to march on the Well. Any waverer's will shut their traps and fall in line when the ruling lord gets attacked during a trial for a high traitor if they are worth leading their villages.
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>>4551224
We do have evidence that Char cares more about Albeda than vice versa.
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>>4551241
Yes, but no evidence that she knows when to cut her losses. She's a witch, not a lord, and thus may not know how to make the most sound command choices as a leader should. And that's assuming she's in a rational frame of mind currently.
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>>4551238

Mass raising the dead could be a means of either getting a temporary raise to Might, or permanently giving it +1 as an expression of levying the troops. Or it could have happened last month after you wrecked Albeda at Briarfast.
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Wait, why are we marching on the Well, the place explicitly very hard to assault conventionally?
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>>4551255
I think it's less marching on the well itself and more us Exploiting the wells known weakness and destroying their supply chain to cripple Gloam's ability to produce an undead army for Albeda
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>>4551255
If we manage to turn the Night Hunters, than zombies are going to be Albeda's only real source of soldiers. And from what we've seen from the scout report, zombie production has started to increase.
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>>4551255

The real reason is clearly because Jakob has Minor Smoke Structure and people are eager to flex it in a siege situation.
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>>4551255

May as well try to knock Gloam out of the fight while we're still at full strength and before he raises a zombie army to bolster Albeda's cause. Whether it's by ripping them out root and branch, or diverting a waterway into it and sealing the top with a smokeglass panel until all the mortal mages are drowned to death, if we get a victory here, she'll be reduced to increasingly disloyal Night Hunters (who are less likely to fight us as we are being inducted into the Pack by Twull) and whatever monsters Shell has left to provide.
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>>4551248
We could commit to a Policing Action then, since this is an internal matter and they are robbing graves. Or we commit to a Conventional Attack, and seek to take advantage of a potentially depleted enemy Territory stat. Keep in mind, we now have 3 Sovereignty.
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>>4551260
We need to practice using smoke trebuchets to lob giant flaming bundles of toxic smoke emitting swamp plants somewhere.
Can't have our smoke trebuchet skills fail us when we are trying to impress lady Hannah can we?
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>>4551258
Ok that makes more sense. Only caught this thread briefly off and on.

So, in the interest of heading for the necromancer’s land, anyone got any ideas for battle tactics against the undead? Smoke Structure has a pretty good callout about razor sharp wires strung between trees to slice up attackers.
>>4551260
Why not try to flex with it?
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>>4551262

The last Police Action that we did that resulted in capturing the Night Hunters and Char permanently lowered either Albeda's Might or Influence by 1. The zombie-making could be her trying to Levy Troops to boost Might back up if she picked that one to lose a point, temporarily or otherwise. Best to bash it down again before she builds up some more pressure for other actions.
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>>4551255
We're going there to beat Gloam. With Gloam out and Char dead Albeda has nothing left to fight with. Her rebellion will be practically over and what comes next is more of a policing action to restore order and control.
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Let's execute Char right now and have grandma make a zombie that looks alive. Albeda will crash the trial and we let her have Char while the bulk of our forces attacks the well by pouring oil and flaming them out or diverting water into it and drowning them all. When Albeda carries off Char we activate Char zombie to kill Albeda with a hidden dagger.
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>>4551266
The point I'm trying to make here is that with a Policing Action, we have a 6 die to use (Sovereignty/Might), and it wouldn't deplete Treasure, leaving it for a Changing Minds (Influence/Treasure) roll. Or we capitalize on what is potentially a reduced enemy Territory die, and commit to a Conventional Attack with our Might/Treasure.

Just trying to present options here.
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>>4551268
I don't think zombies work that way anon.
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>>4551268
I'd rather have a real show trial that a fake one, mate.
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You have, it is worth noting, included another message with the men and women you've sent to carry your words throughout the swamp. The traitorous Flame Dancer who sought to help usurp your throne, Sister Char, is scheduled to be tried before a jury of the swamp's headmen, and all are invited to come witness the fate of foreign invaders who come to bring war to Absol lands. This way, you make Albeda sound like she might be a foreign puppet, and hammer home that she is allied with a Flame Dancer. You also emphasize that she will be given to the wall. Crucifixion upon the thorns is not a common punishment, it is the highest tier of executions. On the Seventh of Thaw, on a night with no moon, she will be given a public trial (which will show Albeda how few headmen actually support her), found guilty, and executed. The combination of so many enemies in one place, and her last chance to rescue her comrade, will be too much for Albeda to resist, it will force her to act fast. The Flame Dancer has still steadfastly refused to talk, although when you mention her trial to one of the guards in front of her, she laughs and vows to make her speeches then. Insufferable woman.

You have laid your plans carefully. A week is not long enough for Gloam to find another place as fortified as the Well and move everything he has there, even if Albeda doesn't take the bait and bring an army to Briarfast. If she doesn't, you will execute a member of the Pentacle while she does nothing but cower, and you will hammer this fact home to anyone else who might think of allying with her. You will make her look weak. You will prove she is a poor ally. Then you will crush the aspect of your forces you aren't already busy diplomatically nullifying. Hit her too hard and in too many places for her to stop. If she hopes to hit Castle Briarfast, even a skeleton garrison and even during the supply-poor spring can hold it for some time, long enough for you to march home and hit the besiegers in their camp. You're familiar with the thing called the pincer maneuver, but you've also eaten plenty of crustaceans as a swamp-dweller, and one thing you've observed is that only one claw of the pincer needs to move. A crab or crawdad has one dactyl, and in this case, that would be the Army of the Eye. The fixed spike it pinches against, that would be Castle Briarfast and its garrison.

Cailm, watching you mutter to yourself about crabs, gives you something of a worried look as you pass your hands over the smoke from the candle on the High Table, drawing out potential troop formations. “So are you going on this thing, or is it just going to be me alone with all those camp followers and with no supervision?” He waves a hand in front of your eyes to get your attention.

>[Accompany the troops to the Well personally and take part in the dangerous but exciting battle]
>[Remain behind in Briarfast where it's safe and you have your library to entertain you]
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>>4551264

The funny thing is that trebuchets because of the whole counterweight thing are the one siege weapon you absolutely can't make out of smokemass. Smokemass feels like glass and is about as durable as rock, but it's incredibly light.
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>>4551265

Oh believe me I agree.
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>>4551272

I love this line for so many reasons
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>>4551274
>[Accompany the troops to the Well personally and take part in the dangerous but exciting battle]

What leader worth his salt wouldn't? If we're quick enough, Albeda won't have enough time to break into Brairfast for a breakout.
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>>4551274
I know it’s possibly a serious mistake, and Albeda might take our castle while we are away with body doubles of us or something, but I really want to lead the army.
>[Accompany the troops to the Well personally and take part in the dangerous but exciting battle]
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>>4551274
>[Accompany the troops to the Well personally and take part in the dangerous but exciting battle]
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>>4551278
You have broken my heart Tonight Wong...
Welp giant flaming tree firing Ballistas it is then
>>4551274
>>[Accompany the troops to the Well personally and take part in the dangerous but exciting battle]
Cailm plz, I don't trust you unsupervised with the kitchen staff, let alone the military
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>>4551274

>[Accompany the troops to the Well personally and take part in the dangerous but exciting battle]

We march with our men. Show them and any who have any doubts left that we aren't afraid of the fighting, as well as provide our strategic and tactical knowledge to the fray. Plus, having more sorcerer at the fight is bound to raise spirits. Our father marched against Cheill and paid the price with his men, we'll do the same even if it is just at home versus traitors.

>>4551278

>Percival fetch forth my smoke sculptors to form a trebuchet line.
>M'lord, is that wise? They work by using counterweights to-
>Damn it Percival, I'm a man of action, not magic! Create the trebuchets!
>...
>M'lord, the trebuchets ripped themselves apart under tension to fling a rock.
>Curse those laws of physics. Fetch me the man who came up with them, he'll demonstrate how they apply to a rope around the neck and a trapdoor.
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>>4551274
>>[Accompany the troops to the Well personally and take part in the dangerous but exciting battle]
Let's go
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>>4551290
I'm sorry to say this lad, but Cheill isn't the best example to use. Especially when comparing our two attacks together.
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>>4551274
I just had a thought. Grandmama clearly knows Gloams real name. could we use an Oracle cast to check on him before the siege?
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>>4551274
>>[Accompany the troops to the Well personally and take part in the dangerous but exciting battle]
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>>4551294
...why didn't we think of this sooner?

My hats off to you, anon.
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>>4551294
Pretty sure it got established that oracle only works on ppl in person, right? Although doing our casts of it would be useful.
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>>4551294

I worked out how that spell actually functions, and while it's only limited to one per week for the person you're doing a divination on, they have to be physically present when you cast the spell. For example, when Albeda cast hers and determined you would beat Braidbeard and she should give him that Bear's Rampage sculpture he was probably in the room with her, even if she didn't let him see her bowl while she was divining.
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>>4551294
I think Wong specified in an earlier thread we needed the person in question whose future we are telling there in person
Thus why we always cast it on ourselves
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“Please Cailm, I don't trust you alone with the kitchen maids, let alone my entire army.” You jest, in a voice that makes it clear that you do actually, you know, trust him. It may possibly be a serious mistake, and Albeda might somehow take Briarfast while you're away with body doubles of you or some other nefarious bit of legerdemain, but you really want to lead your army. If you're going to become a worthy Lord Absol, you have to prove that you can lead. You want every man holding a billhook and every sorcerer to see your face and know that you are their master, their provider, and their protector. What leader worth his salt would stay home and cower?

Albeda isn't leading her armies, and that is why she's losing. Father marched against his enemies himself and paid the price with his men, you will do the same even if it is just at home versus traitors. Besides, you do have some ability for leading men, and it will never improve if you sit around waiting for a small, safe skirmish to practice on.

Lilly, who looks even more worried, hesitates for a good moment before piping up, “Lord Jakob, it isn't my place, but...you have friends among the other Provinces. Lord Ryd is leaving today, but it isn't too late to build a bridge...” She notices the look you and Cailm both give her. She isn't from the swamp, she doesn't know. She doesn't understand. You would be considerably less comfortable having her in here while you're working out a strategy if you didn't know that Grandmama had been stalking her with her characteristic terrifying persistence. It's as transparent as rainwater how Grandmama becomes terribly protective of poor, precious Jakob whenever a girl is involved who isn't related to her.

If Lilly is a spy she must simultaneously be the greatest spy ever and the worst spy ever. The best, because she has given absolutely zero sign of it even to a sorceress who would happily hang her from the wall given half a chance. The worst, because she has completely failed to communicate anything to Albeda, and she was present when you were working out the trap that netted you a pet chimera. “It doesn't have to be the Ryds.” She adds, just a trace of pepper in her voice, “You have three other neighbors who you could try to get a message to.”

>[We should do that, yes]
>[It's too risky]
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>>4551299
My mistake then. I remembered we cast it to learn about Hannah's situation a bit more, so I assumed we cast it on her.
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>>4551299
Ah, I forgot. We could do it to us though... or our Pack mates. Hell, even Char now that we got her. I'm sure that one may be more illuminating than most.
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>>4551300

It's also considered a big faux pas to cast it on someone without permission. Some people really, really, really, even violently DON'T want to know their future because they think it binds them to a particular fate. Jakob is alright with it, but Jakob also has a particularly refined and scholarly knowledge of how the spell actually works and that once perceived events CAN be changed. The second vision, with Hannah, for example, is a lot less likely to come to pass exactly that way than the one with the chimera was because there are much more exacting circumstances needed to make it happen. It could actually go better, or go worse, or not happen because Jakob wraps things up sooner with his foreknowledge.
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>>4551301
>[We should do that, yes]
Seriously we should do some reaching out to someone, even if it’s to like Ledo saying thanks for the support, we have it under control. Or some of the others who thought our dad was still alive. Petrine, maybe? Either way, plan for the future.
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>>4551303

You certainly could, if people are up for it.
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>>4551301
>[It's too risky]

It may be folly, but this is an internal Swamp matter. Live or die, but it shall by our strength, and that of no other.
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>>4551301
>[It's too risky]

We'll not leave ourselves vulnerable to the ambitions and demands of foreigners, we will prove that a swamp matter can be dealt by swamp dwellers.
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>>4551301
>>[We should do that, yes]
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>>4551306
Honestly telling Lord Ryd that we have our own troubles to deal with, and turning down his daughter for now might be a better thing to do than leaving him with a maybe.
Just giving him a “I’m in the middle of a rebellion, I cannot spare the forces right now” at least isn’t a straight insult like leaving him hanging is.
I’m certainly not advocating asking for help from him, and stonewalling him on any serious intel besides the fact that it’s occupying my forces right now, and I don’t know when it will be over.

even if we want him to get dunked on by the dragon for a while
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>>4551301
>[It's too risky]
At the risk of looking like an angry redneck, foreigners should keep away from internal swamp matters.
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>>4551301

>[It's too risky]

"Lilly, it's a swamp matter, that needs to be dealt with by the swamp. Galdynfyrgenbach is struggling with her own people, Schwaltz is bled white by the demands of the capital, Gwelm is better suited to fighting on seawater than bogwater, Ledo has his hands full with barbarians, and Ryds never help without a cost. It may not be immediately obvious, and seem quite small at the outset, but it was a mere silver pelt and mound of gold to gain a mountain range of wealth for generations. We'll handle this, and show that despite the softness of the ground, the people of the Absol Swamps are made of burnished steel."

Might be a bit too floral, but whatever, I'm like 5 drinks in right now.
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>>4551314
Admitting weakness. To a Ryd.

Not while I still have a vote.
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>>4551301
>[It's too risky]
Asking for help? Giga lame!
We clean our plates and then sent Jakob off to wreck shit up with 8 foot waifu, just for the hell of it, and then to the goat fuckers to slay their dragon, just for the hell of it!
Being in debt is for geeks! GEEKS!
Collecting favors? That’s true chad shit right there!
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>>4551316
*to steals mountain range

Only problem with it, otherwise it's perfect.
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>>4551314

Actually that's why the chess game thing struck me as brilliant enough to get you an extra experience point. It looks like you're forming a personal connection with her, getting to know her from a distance. It's almost a courting ritual, all without committing or turning her down.
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>>4551301
>It's not that it couldn't be done, but the Absol's are the one you come to when you have a problem that needs military might to solve damn it. It would undermine generations of my ancestors reputations to be seen crawling to another province for help over something a small as Albeda's childish temper tantrums. And despite it being the most logical act, think of how it would look tp the people of the swamp if I were to call for aid, I'd be playing right into Albeda's jibes of me being too weak to lead, and even not playing into that hand means I've willingly tied one hand behind my back to play her game and that itself infuriates me.
Blarg walla of text
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>>4551308
So, you lads wanna try and divine a couple of futures from the dungeons?
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>>4551328
divine char's for sure
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>>4551326
So true.
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>>4551326

Nice add-on Anon.

>>4551328

We can offer up to Twull, Straw Hat, Blem, and others, but I doubt most will want to take us up on it. We already know Char's for the most part, so no point in that faux pas being done up. Don't need to see her bleed out on the thorns twice after all.
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>>4551328
I’d lean towards char and ourselves, if we haven’t done that already.

Don’t wanna get on bad terms with the hunters, although if we divine char’s and see nothing but a body it’s not terribly helpful.
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>>4551335
I think it'll be more than just a body we'll see. But the best part will be leaving her with the knowledge of her future, if it doesn't work against our interests of course.

You'd be surprised how demoralizing and thought provoking it would be to tell an enemy their potential future.
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"Lilly, it's a swamp matter, that needs to be dealt with by the swamp. Galdynfyrgenbach is struggling with her own people, Schwaltz is bled white by the demands of the capital, Gwelm is better suited to fighting on seawater than bogwater, Ledo has his hands full with barbarians, and Ryds never help without a cost. It may not be immediately obvious, and seem quite small at the outset, but it was a mere silver pelt and mound of our gold to steal a mountain range full of enough wealth for generations of Ryds to live like kings. We'll handle this, and show that despite the softness of the ground, the people of the Absol Swamps are made of burnished steel." You stand up, clasping your hands behind your back and pacing around the table, “Moreover, asking for help? It will make me look like the little lamb some of them no doubt want me to be, willing to take any branch they offer me even if it pulls me right onto their cookfire. I won't admit weakness to a Ryd, not while I still live.”

“Surely they don't all want to use you.” Lilly comments mildly. She's no lord and no commander, she can be forgiven for not understanding, and you can tell from her expression that she's trying her best. She thinks in terms of her strengths, and those strengths are persuasive.

“The ones who don't are even worse. If I write to Lady Gwelm or Lord Ledo, it will be to let them know that I have it under control. I want them to see me as a reliable man, not a little boy who needs protecting. I'll collect favors, not incur them.” You give her a smile to let her know you're not upset.

“I'm more worried about the messenger getting captured, honestly.” Cailm notes, “I mean, could you imagine me being interrogated by Albeda? I might almost forget that she used to be fat.” He whistles.

Lilly glances at you, “Lord Jakob, isn't he a ward of your family? That makes you his legal guardian, right?” She smiles innocently, “Could you marry him off?”

“Yes.” You proclaim grandly. “Yes I can.” You proclaim more loudly when Cailm protests. “To whomever I want.”

She puts her hands behind her back, hips swaying demurely side to side as she considers it, “Wouldn't he just be so much more manageable if you found some nice girl who may not be pretty but can teach him that beauty is more than skin deep?” Her smile grows even more sweet, “Someone much like that nice old lady who keeps conveniently showing up out of, well...nowhere...every time I'm having a lesson with you without someone else around? I do so like her.”

>[Indulge Lilly]
>[Rescue Cailm]
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>>4551326

I'll find a way to work this in.
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>>4551341
>[Indulge Lilly]

Sorry Cailm, but I still remember the Neet comment that brought Lilly here.
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>>4551341
>[Rescue Cailm]
Oh god no Lilly don’t tempt the grandmama
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>>4551341

>[Indulge Lilly]

"Why no, he already has a beau to look out for. A woman who has quite a wonderful personality, and is prone to the most mirthsome of pranks, even if she is rather startling when you first make your acquaintance."

Just a quick joke at Cailm's expense about the Shadowbinder woman we made up the last time he made us mad. We'll then rescue him with after that joke at his expense.

>[Rescue Cailm]
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Have your plans to go north come up around Lilly and Cailm at all, by the way? I never asked how close you're playing that to your chest.
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>>4551341
>>[Rescue Cailm]
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>>4551351
Close. Wouldn't want Albeda to get wind of it and get any bright ideas beforehand.
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>>4551351
Close. We don’t need to start marshaling anything for that until the month of or so, and I don’t see the advantage of spreading it around.
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>>4551351

Lilly probably hazards a guess, given how much we asked about the realms to the north. Cailm may have suspicions, but we're probably more concerned around him with what's going on at the homefront than the future plans. We'd likely be playing it close to our chest right now though so that word doesn't spread yet.

Yes Cailm, we're headed up north to help squash a rebellion in our neighbour's lands. There's no ulterior motive in getting her on our side before rolling up to the R*ds later for their "dragon" problem. The fact that she has tid, thigh and muscle has nothing to do with it Cailm!
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>>4551341
>[Indulge Lilly]
>>4551351
Cailm has probably heard us mumbling something about it, but I believe at this juncture we probably haven't openly talked about it
Unless I'm wrong and we've been openly making military preparations for the long March north While the Bloody Lord of the stolen R*d mountains was sulking about our castle...
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>>4551359

It's funny, I like Hannah more knowing her downsides.
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>>4551359
> The fact that she has tid, thigh and muscle has nothing to do with it Cailm!
But Abs have everything to do with it though anon
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>>4551365
I wouldn't be surprised if we do the same then.
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“Hmm, you know, it might do wonders for his attitude. What was it he called me again that influenced your initial opinion of me?” You ask Lilly with a smile.

She strums her lyre, beginning a dangerous, high-tension tune, “My lord, never did it impact my opinion of you negatively. He never stated outright you were a shut-in.”

“Did he need to? I think you might be right. It might be time for Cailm to settle down. He already has a darling. A woman who has quite a wonderful personality, and is prone to the most mirthsome of pranks, even if she is rather startling in appearance when you first make her acquaintance.” Your smile spreads into a crocodilian grin.

“Why I bet they'll have just the sweetest little babies.” Lilly gushes, batting her long eyelashes.

Cailm throws his hands up in the air, “That's it. I'm going off to find better company. Maybe the Night Hunters, those lads are alright to drink with.”

>[Easily done, you've let them out now that you're packmates. Can't very well keep your buddies in a cell]
>[They're still in their cells, and maybe Cailm should join them.]

You rescue him, finally, though, “That girl with the straw hat would get jealous if I married him off. I couldn't do that, could I? Besides, he's old enough and wise enough to choose his own wife.”

Cailm smirks, “I'll try being old and wise when I'm no longer handsome and charming. There's no heart my arrows can't reach.” He winks. “Regardless, I'm going to the kitchens, I'm starving.”

He strolls off, leaving you and Lilly behind. The moment he's gone, her smile vanishes and she gives you a rueful look, “Lord Jakob, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to undercut you with that. I just...I don't want you to ever think you don't have friends, people who value you.”

“It's not that it couldn't be done.” You explain gently to the fluffy-headed bard, “But the Absols are the people you come to when you have a problem that only military might can solve, damn it. It would undermine generations of my ancestors' reputations to be seen crawling to another province for help over something as small as Albeda's childish temper tantrums. Despite it being the most logical act, think how it would look to the people of the swamp if I were to call for aid. I'd be playing right into Albeda's jibes, her claims that I am too weak to lead, and even not playing into that hand means I've willingly shackled an arm behind my back to play her game and that itself infuriates me.”

She smiles gently, “I understand. Thank you for explaining it to me. You have a proud streak, and it can be rather dashing when you keep letting it stiffen your spine.”

>[Thank her for being concerned]
>[Change the topic and go straight into preparing for the campaign]

Yes, there are two votes.
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>>4551370

I'll put it this way, since you've seen her and heard her reputation already. She is very good at what you would expect her to be good at. She is not very good at other things.
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>>4551375
[Easily done, you've let them out now that you're packmates. Can't very well keep your buddies in a cell]

It'll only cement the our shenanigans against Albeda's Night Hunters, and our foothold into the Pack.

>[Thank her for being concerned]
I truely appreciate your council, my Lilly.
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>>4551375

>[Easily done, you've let them out now that you're packmates. Can't very well keep your buddies in a cell]

>[Thank her for being concerned]

Be polite to the floofy bard and our bro who thinks mostly dick-first. It's not like we have many friends in our court right now anyways, curse the Cheillans until they rot between the rocks they call home for good.

>>4551377

>sword/fight autist + sorcery/tactics autist getting married and having children together.

They can't navigate social circles or draft up a trade agreement worth a mummer's fart, but damn are they good at busting up the enemies of the state.
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>>4551375

>[Easily done, you've let them out now that you're packmates. Can't very well keep your buddies in a cell]
Suuuurely we have a guest house we can keep them somewhat secured in, I'm not against them being out of the prison, but against them having complete freedom of movement.

>[Thank her for being concerned]
Damn you Floofy Bard, I like you way to much, it's unfair to Hannah when we haven't even met her yet And Ameranthe the goat spawn too, although I am looking very forward to her response move in our game of Regicide!
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>>4551375

>[Easily done, you've let them out now that you're packmates. Can't very well keep your buddies in a cell]
Big trust here Twul, now don’t screw us over. And try not to get fur everywhere in the castle.

>[Thank her for being concerned]
gahhh armor piercing floofy bard
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>>4551384
>They can't navigate social circles or draft up a trade agreement worth a mummer's fart, but damn are they good at busting up the enemies of the state.
Well if Grandmama has figured out how to live into her early 400's surely we can get our wonderful and caring hunchback to stick around the mortal coil and look after at least our great grandkids
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Ah right, the Regicide. Would you mind rolling some dice for me? Knowledge+Tactics roll, and since your Craving applies...wait, becoming a lord your ancestors would be proud of would include outfoxing a Ryd, wouldn't it? I'll take the first eight dice.
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>>4551375
>[Change the topic and go straight into preparing for the campaign]
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Rolled 9 (1d10)

>>4551390
I can't tell you happy absolutely pleased I am my chess Idea got support in any capacity
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Rolled 9 (1d10)

>>4551390
Time to prove who’s the master of the battlefield
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Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>4551393
>>4551392
Well that's a good start!
>>4551390
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Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>4551390
Ohh, more dice!
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Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>4551390
Going for more
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Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>4551390
Dice for Regicide!
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Rolled 9 (1d10)

>>4551390
Have another die
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>>4551385

One point I'd like to make. Unlike in MSPQ where some of the girls really would have been an emotional wreck if Roarke rejected them (or just abducted him like Clemmy), all of the girls in this quest can stand on their own two feet and have a happy ending if Jakob ends up with someone else.

Let's say for example Jakob ends up with Hannah, Petrine, or Amaranthe. Lilly will still be his friend, his confidante, a beloved aunt to the Absol children, and a devoted advisor. Similarly, if things go as well with Hannah as they have with Lilly, and Jakob ends up with someone else, she will still be his big bruiser buddy and defend him to the death as an honorable friend and boon companion even if her passion is platonic. I also just realized nobody has mentioned Petrine yet, does that make her the Karen of Swamp Lord Quest?
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Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>4551390
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Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>4551390
>>4551392
It was a great idea, mate. Job well done!
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Rolled 4, 4, 5, 2, 10, 9, 6, 2 = 42 (8d10)

Oh right, I forgot.
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Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>4551390
I just want to either completely crush lady Ameranthe, or find a genuine rival mind
Both are good options (even if one means we have to admit that a R*d has talent)
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>>4551404
Not until we meet her in person. I'm still holding out hope that the unmet waifus will sweep us off our feet, or blow our socks off in expectations. Wong.
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>>4551404
>I also just realized nobody has mentioned Petrine yet, does that make her the Karen of Swamp Lord Quest?
In defense of Lady Petrine, we haven't really dealt with her and she hasn't altered the aesthetic of our giant robot amd she isn't trying to escape the childhood friendzone meme
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>>4551392
>>4551393
>>4551403
Yeeeeees triple 9's
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Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>4551390
I think we need 1 more die?
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One more question, have you sent any letters at all to the other lords? Not about the conflict on your borders, mind you. I should have asked this much earlier, so we can say they were sent out some time ago if, for example, you wanted to let people know there was a new Absol or respond specifically to their letters.
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>>4551392
>>4551393
>>4551403

>>4551408


3x9 and 2x4 beats out 2x4 and 2x2. Looks like R*ds are better at shifting around coins than soldiers on the field.

>>4551404

>no love for Petrine

To be fair Wong, we've only gotten one letter from her that was a thirst trap that she sent off to our dad instead of us. It's a bit hard to develop feelings for her just quite yet. Christmas cake island waifu is a cute.
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>>4551420
A thank you to the based lord, a letter to Gwelm notifying of our father's death. A letter to the forest lord with niceties in mind. I don't know if our visit to Lady Hannah be a surprise or not.
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>>4551420
We definitely need to have sent one to lady Petrine to let her know of our father's passing and possibly one to Hannah doing much the same although whether or not we sent any confirmation of commitment to her I'm unsure of. Though given that our north portion of tje province is likely more secure given it is Grand Cragg's territory Im less concerned about any letters to her being intercepted by Albeda.
As for the planes and forest lords?
Perhaps just simple thanks sort of response letter?
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>>4551421

Ah I'm just teasing.
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>>4551404
I forgot who Petrine was until the other anons started talking about her.
So yes.
...and just before posting this I finished reading this and realized that Petrine is the Gwelm chick, not the Ryd one
Double yes.
>>4551425
this
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>>4551420

I'm pretty sure the letters we had styled off for the other Frontier Lords and Ladies were; a hearty thank you and bro-fist equivalent to the based Balam of the plains; an agreement to help the lady Galdynfyrgenbach; a letter to Lady Gwelm letting her know that father died strong, and that we were looking forward to visting Gwelm when things get a bit more settled down and travel is less prone to pirates, and; a letter to Lord Schwaltzwood letting him know that Albeda is a mournful wreck, driven to throes of depression over the death of her master, who could possibly seek refuge in his loving embrace.

The Schwaltz one is more for our amusement as far as I remember and potentially cutting off a rival for affections at the pass.
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>>4551433
Eh. I'm unsure about a commitment in paper, though I do support helping Hannah with her problems.

Also the Schwalts one is absolutely inspired lad. *Thumbs up*
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>>4551433
+1 to most of this, except the meme about Albeda.
Seriously we don’t want to do that.
Rival, alive AND in another province where we can’t keep an eye on them?
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>>4551438
In all honesty, she'll probably be more a terror to him than a boon. Remember, he does have a cult problem and if it's one thing the Absol line excels at, it's being at the head of one (or a couple).
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“Then I'll try to keep doing that.” Your voice comes out a little awkward, and you wish as hard as you can that you were a bit more smooth, that the words came as easily to you as they come to Cailm, that you could smile and just melt people, but all you can do is be you. “Lilly, wait. Um. Thank you. For being concerned. It means a lot to me. I don't, um, mind.”

She smiles at you. She has been smiling at you. She smiles at you a lot. You're used to smiles that are like shields, a polite social barrier that stops ill feeling from getting through, one of the things you've quietly dreaded about the courtly life...but her smile is a simple, pure thing. She's smiling because she's happy, “You...you too.” She says quietly, and looks down at her shoes, “I have a lot to learn. I know this is probably putting too much on your kindness, but.” she grips her lyre tightly, “I've decided. I think I've wandered enough. I wanted to see the world, and now I want to stay and see what happens in this part of it. I have a little room over a tea shop, across from the Black Goose tavern. If you're ever out in the castle town, and want to sit down for a bit, I perform there a lot and you're welcome to come over for a cup.”

The Black Goose is an upscale place. Castle Briarfast's taverns tend to be. Sure, it has some rougher places where laborers and caravaneers drink, but if you had to choose a place to cross the guards or pick on some helpless-looking oldster a town full of sorcerers guarded by the Last Loyal is not the place to do it. You remember the Black Goose specifically because Cailm pinched a barmaid's ass there and got thrown out after a particularly savage beating at the hands of the enormous woman who owns the place and wields an equally enormous rolling pin. Lilly will be safe there.

>[I will]
>[You're welcome to a room in the castle, if you want one]
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>>4551444
>[You're welcome to a room in the castle, if you want one]

Damnit. Couldn't help myself.
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>>4551444
>>[You're welcome to a room in the castle, if you want one]
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>>4551444
>[You're welcome to a room in the castle, if you want one]
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>>4551444

>[You're welcome to a room in the castle, if you want one]

It's asking for heart-break, one way or another, but Jakob is but a man after all is said and done.
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>>4551444
>[You're welcome to a room in the castle, if you want one]
We didn't even offer one to Lord Ryd... so yeah there is always one here if you want it.
Totes no pressure!
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>>4551453
He's no lady though the goats might have a differing opinion.
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>>4551444
>[I will]
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>>4551444
>>[I will]
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>>4551444
>[I will]
A room in the village let's her keep a finger to the pulse of our peoples thoughts.
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“You're welcome to a room in the castle. If you want one, I mean.” With the strength of the Absol line holding you up, you manage to avoid stuttering.

“Yes. Yes I...I think that would be for the best.” Her cheeks are red, and her eyes so very large and bright. “We will be closer that way, in case you need, um, dancing lessons or...or a song, or just to talk.” She takes a deep breath, then grabs one of your hands in hers and squeezes it, “Don't get hurt.” She implores you.

You give her a grin that would have been far less confident a month ago, “I wear more armor than a war mammoth.” You remind her.

“I like mammoths.” She replies, with far less than her usual composure.

“I like you too.” You tell her. Then realize what you just said. This could be a terrible idea, there could be heartbreak down this road. She's common as can be, and you know realistically you WILL probably marry a noble. Yet, those eyes, that fluffy hair. That...

...way she talks to you like you're someone special. You. Not 'the son of Arnveis', not 'Lord Absol'. You. Jakob.

“I need to go address the troops. It's...it has to be done, and it has to be me. Men deserve to know who's leading them.” You scoop up your helmet from the table, adjusting the fur cloak that hangs off the shoulders of your plate armor.

“They will, and they'll follow him.” She tells you, half-turned away, very red, “I'm a wicked, presumptuous girl who's being treated far too kindly.” She mutters, loudly enough for you to hear.

“No such thing as too kindly, not where you're concerned.” You tell her, and walk out, barely catching out of the corner of your eye the way she bites her lip.
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>>4551490
God I feel like we need to go suckerpunch Cailm in the gut now and get in a brotherly brawl to work out some of this lethal amount of sweetness.... And for putting the batting eyelash warning forever bouncing around in our head like some kind of self fulfilling prophecy.
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>>4551498
+1

Goddamnit...
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Game resumes tomorrow unless family shows up with a suitcase of beer on my doorstep again. You've got a war to win, boys.
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>>4551502
Good session, Wong. Even if there was some confusion as to how to go about this month's campaigning.

And remember, we need to divine some futures before we leave for the war!
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>>4551502

Fucking A Wong, hope the beer is plentiful and the shit-flinging minimal.

>>4551498

The burden of Bastardry is less known for common people like Cailm. It's not his fault that he hasn't had The Talk about succession from his parents. I can't just skulk off to the next town over Cailm! That's not how a lord is supposed to conduct himself!
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>>4551502
Night Wong, Thanks for running!
DAMN YOU FLOOFY BARD THIS ISN'T FAIR!!!
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>>4551490
Damn it Jakob, whatever happened to finding a worthy and powerful wife?
Getting taken in by the first girl to wink at you, for shame! Pump the breaks! The breaks!

>>4551502
Quality sessions, can't wait till next time.
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Aye, night Mr. Wong.
I guess we're indulging in the follies of youthful love for now, hopefully it doesn't end too badly.
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>>4551505
Aren't you a wizard, Jake my good pal? Just shift your face into something unrecognizable...

Actually, just keep the new face, my friend.
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>>4551511
And this is why I want Cailm to immediately take a swing back at us after our surprise suckerpunch and get a fist full of smoke coated steel platemail
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>>4551498

A good battle will fix you right up. Campaigning is how patricians deal with this problem.
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>>4551515
Roark wouldn't have had this problem, he could just have punched everything and everyone into submission ALL while looking fabulous and talking shit with his bros and smiling perfectly in every picture he had no way of knowing was being taken...
Basically everything Jacob is not
Jacob is like every tabletop NPC, getting completely hot and bothered from being too close to the GOD DAMM BARD!
FLOOFY BARD WHY MUST YOU MAKE US BURN SO?
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>>4551519

I mean, Lilly came into Castle Briarfast expecting a NEET. Not her fault that she found a Chad Sorcerer Lord instead of a Virgin Book Nerd in the castle town.
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>>4551507
>worthy
>powerful

I just want to point out that Lilly has really strong social stats in a game where that is a perfectly valid way to win wars.
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>>4551526
Lil is powerful alright she's mastered the ancient Bard esoteric art of Seducing your local lord/lightning spitting sorcerer , she is very, very dangerous To Jacob's young sex drive anyways
Man, not getting seduced by every pretty girl is much harder than punching paladins into pieces.....
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As always /qst/ will be /qst/ it seems, though to be fair being the only girl with screen time 6 threads in is a major advantage. Can't expect thirsty anons to hold back now for the promise of possibly better waifus in the future
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>>4551543
Yes Cailm we heard you, processed your warning about the first girl to bat her eyelash at us, and then promptly internalized it until it became reality.
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>>4551543
i kinda want this ending now on the way we are acting
https://youtu.be/QwkBnW85CEw?t=175

i wouldn't mind jakob becoming one of Cailm's harem member
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>>4551526
THE SWAMP RESPECTS NO POWER BUT THE SORCEROUS. Bards, warriors and other subhumans bow before the mighty WIZARD, or are annihilated by his mystical might! Women die for the slightest chance to bear his sons, but the WIZARD must temper his will, and reject those not gifted with magical prowess for the sake of his future heirs.

TLDR; If we want to fuck Lilly, we must first teach her magic until she's atleast got an MD
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For all his talk about wanting a girl with a great body, turns out Jakob's weakness is fluffy hair.

Truly, he has the most patrician of tastes.
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Considering Jakob’s Words of Iron works off of making speeches, I’ve been looking for an excuse to write a version of this:

>Welcome to the Well, gentlemen. I will not lie, the fighting will be bloody and vicious- some may even turn against your friends as living corpses. But you have my word, that I will use my arcane gifts to ensure your bodies are given to the swamp to lie peacefully. This is a reward, for the condition of your bodies beyond death when facing shadowbinders is often a concern.
>Now come, Follow me, strike down the rebels and the undead that rise against us, allow me to dispose of this rebellion. I ask not for my own selfish life, but for the good of the Swamp!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wrRpdJqMC80
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>>4551642

Jakob tends to notice girls in general, even Albeda's had a fair amount of him noticing her figure.
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>>4552175
I see Cailm's hornyness has been negatively effecting Jacob's mental health from a young age
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>>4552234
tbf jacob has been only with his hands for months now the pleasure to stress ratio is fucked up
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>>4552234
Jakob is a healthy young man. With or without Cailm's influence, girls were going to be seen and appreciated. Although knowing our MC, most likely from a safe distance away.
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>>4552305
>Although knowing our MC, most likely from a safe distance away.
See here is where Cailm's insidious plot begins because, who oh who told Lil about a sad shutin bookworm of a Lord?
Why it was Cailm who wormed words into Lil's that ultimately lead her to here!
Just like he implanted the thoughts of falling for the first girl to batt their eyelashes at us...
If we end up with Lilly I fully blame Cailm.
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Is there a link to the archived threads?
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>>4552381

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Swamp%20Lord%20Quest

Doneskis Anon.
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Guess Wong's family showed up with that suitcase of beer after all.
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>>4552394
Wong doesn't generally start till about 8pm pst these days
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>>4552310
All I know is grandmama better have that pocket Shadowbender girl ready before Lily gets us in a thread 10 route lock!
Having Lily here all by herself is simply unfair.
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They did, and then I had to work out how many villages large enough to have headmen there are in the swamp. If it sounds low, consider that the example given for Territory 1 is something actually much smaller in the books as written. I'm interpreting it as that because of the war revenue and production of food are way down, as well as Albeda's rebellion.
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>>4552451
Sorry for the headache, Wong.
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>>4552451

>number of headmen may be lower than expected.

Jakob will probably have an internal argument about how the Cheillan war ravaged the swamps when he sees the low numbers. We should bring it up in the speech to follow the execution to rally the smallfolk. Remind them of the costs we had spent from the last interference of foreigners in the swamp, and why we cannot afford to splinter apart from the rebellion.
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>>4552451
I can't believe our """""Brilliant""""" plan to smash Albeda's forces also defeated Wong's preplanned swamp details.
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>>4552461
Eh. We don't need grand speeches all the time, mate. Just a simple mention of those lost to the war and the current bandit problem will suffice.

>>4552465
Hopefully those aren't the only things we smash...
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damn why is the mc so ugly
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>>4552473
There is a time for speeches. There is also a time for actions to stand for themselves, for what you have done to do the talking, and not flowery words. And so I ask. What Have You Done?
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>>4552473
>>4552481

Yeah, you're right. Simple, straightforward, concise. No point in making it a huge deal beyond what is needed, because that's what Char wants. Treat it just the same as putting down a rabid dog to deny her the satisfaction of a meaningful death.
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>>4552478
We had an opportunity to be attractive, but we chose to look normal. *shrugs*

>>4552481
Is that another flowery speech, or an actual question?
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>>4552478
Sorcerer inbreeding.
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>>4552485
Oh I’m just writing speeches for the hell of it. Yes, I know it loses its effect after a while. But it’s fun.
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>>4552485
Ah, never mind. I misinterpreted the message here. Good job though, it'll definitely cut Char's speech down.
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>>4552478
yo, MC is average, man cmon
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>>4552494
idk that beak nose and knife ears are kinda whack. The eyebrows kinda balance it out but not quite
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>>4551502
Sooo..... Sunday?
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>>4552465

Not really, I just had to make a hard call on whether or not you've heard of all the towns there are or not. Keep in mind, these are proper villages, meaning that they're a hub for entire regions of farmers, hunters, miners, and other such productive individuals.
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>>4551953
Holy based. Supporting this.
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>>4551543
We really need some more girls to show up before Lily sweeps uncontested. Too bad Albeda is a traitor, she'd fulfill our powerful woman requirement
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>>4552824
I'm still waiting on Grandmama to bust out a ShortStack nerd Shadowbinder for us To friendzone
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>>4553055
>I'm still waiting on Grandmama to bust out a ShortStack nerd Shadowbinder for us
I. Would. DIE. If we got Shadowbinder Shortstack on the waifu rolodex.
I'd fucking act up big time.
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At least it's convenient for you to get your lessons in reading people, with Lilly in the castle. You're a bit busy for conversation, though. There is a staggering amount of work that has to be done. People often think that warfare is just about marching from one spot to another, and when you get there, pulling off some clever move or having more righteous ideals than the other side, and thereby winning. It doesn't work like that. Luck and logistics are the gods of war, and you intend to do whatever you can to appease them. You will know exactly how your army is supplied, from where, and by how much, at every second of the route. Living off the land is entirely possible in your own domain, but it looks awful when, in the planting season when most farms are on the last of their stored food, an army shows up and ransacks their house led by someone they pay taxes to.

Especially because, as one might expect, most villages pay their taxes in rice and whatever other grains they produce. A set amount of their crop belongs to you already, and taking more is clearly theft. You will not grant Albeda legitimacy through your own actions.

Moreover, you would know your officers. In most provinces, you would be at a disadvantage here, soldiers tend to be a bit less enthusiastic about young lords who don't even enter the practice yard, pick up a blunted weapon, and show their worth to their men. There is a reason why so many successful rulers were also men of arms, because nothing gains you the respect of your troops like being one of them. The swamp, though, measures strength differently. You are a sorcerer, for one thing, and moreover like your father before you you are a sorcerer who has led men in battle at least once. Everyone saw you cut off Sister Char's retreat and capture her personally. Everyone has at least heard the ribbit-hooting of the chimera in the dungeons.

As far as the headmen arriving, a week is sufficient. Due to the small population of the swamp, that list is rather short, anyway. Dampmeade is in enemy hands, so they won't send anyone. Weeptree was abandoned after the Dancing Fever swept through it when you were a child, if anyone still lives there, they don't pay taxes. Hookslaw and Soursough, your two port towns, will assuredly send representatives. The headman of Huskerly, a rotund and bald fellow by the name of Darby, is your man to the core after meeting and conversing with you personally on the very first night of your reign. The headman of Grand Crag, your nuncle, is already present. On top of that, as Briarfast includes a town, you are technically its overlord in the same way that you are overlord over all the other towns. Traditionally, this means that your steward has the day-to-day duties of a headman although his decisions are subject to your approval, various lords have been more or less hands-on with these responsibilities as the times have permitted.

[Continue]
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>>4553479
>That picture
Wong Plz our second military battle is too early for naval warfare, especially in swamp boats
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The day before trial, you welcome a heavily armed party from Hookslaw. Likely due to the fact that it's more to the south, and south and east are the source of your unrest, the headwoman (an apple-cheeked middle-aged woman by the name of Malin) has brought a lot of armed men with her. Some are Hookslaw militia, but others are swaggering swordsmen who likely rent their services up and down the coast of the Great Western Ocean. Probably Gwelmites, from their accent and tanned skin. The so-called 'sea people', an ethnicity common to Gwelm, Undyne, and smaller islands still further west, used to be fierce enemies of Vartyne's tribes back when Vartyne was little more than Magdal and parts of Passionlip, but fully integrated over the generations.

Shortly behind their party, riding like the wind, is the party of a man named Skurl from Soursough. He's young, for a headman, only in his thirties, but lean and with protruding buck teeth and large eyes that make you keep wanting to call him Squirrel instead. His party is notably smaller and far less well-armed, likely because he wants to avoid blame for any of the events that happened in the Battle of Briarfast.

Almost immediately, Arad takes them aside, and on the pretense of dining them at the Fox and Trout, his preferred watering hole and the most upscale inn in town, he isolates them from prying ears. Most likely, Skurl and Malin are being appreciated for their loyalty and warned against any nasty surprises in the next day's trial.

Feed Wong dice. You don't know what this roll is for.
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Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>4553537
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Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>4553537
Prepare ourselves.
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Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>4553537
Oh boy.
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Rolled 7 (1d10)

>>4553537
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Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>4553537
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Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>4553543
>>4553544
>>4553546

Hey, 3x10 in the first 5 is pretty good
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Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>4553537
We good?
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>>4553543
>>4553544
>>4553546
Jakob cannot be stopped.
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Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>4553537

>>4553554
The madlad.
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Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>4553537
In before it’s a eerie roll on our sweet sweet flat 2 dice
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Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>4553537
Go forth my die
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Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>4553537
>>4553550

This should be 8 or 9, which is as much as our highest rolls. Unless we're doing multiple, should be enough.
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>>4553556

Eerie is 3 dice, 2 Sense +1 Eerie. Still a 2x10 in that case.
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Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>4553537
My excitement is palpable
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Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>4553537
Can we stop feeding your dice addiction Wong?
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>>4553560
>>4553556
I was saying before we need to up our Eerie
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Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>4553537
Do we stop feeding the addiction now, Wong?
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>>4553562
Damn, it took a minute or two to register on my end.
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Rolled 9 (1d10)

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>>4553563

We could bump it to a +2 for 2 exp, or wait out for 10 exp for overall Sense boost or it being in an exp package we want next. It's not high, but boosting our Empathy by 2 was good to be able to read people before it becomes an issue.
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Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>4553537
Again
>That image name
My sides Wong
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Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>4553537
Well, I won't stop rolling until the Wong starts rollin... *music starts playing in the background*
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Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>4553560
4 die, our Sense is 3, Eerie is +1.
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Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>4553537
No one said stop!
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Rolled 7 (1d10)

>>4553537

More... Dice...

>>4553574

Right, my mistake. A boost to +2 sometime will be real good
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Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>4553537
Dice for the dice god?
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Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>4553537
Another die for the die hoard
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Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>4553577
Ye, totally agree. Maybe an overall Sense boost is in order as well.
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Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>4553537
I fear we may have overdos- I mean, over rolled our dice.
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Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>4553581

If we get to boost Sense up to 4, it'll boost our skills, and our water divination spells will be up to 8+MD as well. It'd be a good investment to work towards.
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Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>4553584
No shit? We should have done this ages ago then...
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Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>4553587

The issue is that it takes 10 exp to boost stats. We've been spending it pretty much as fast as we get it, either for spells and gear that saved our asses, or getting that MD so we're pretty much guaranteed to have our spells work when we need them to. We'll probably be able to restrain ourselves to save up for a stat boost after the rebellion's dealt with.
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Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>4553587
Eh haven’t had much time to do leveling yet.

Meanwhile, dice
>>4553537
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Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>4553590
Or we develop more Problems. That's our solution, right? We already have a dice problem...
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>>4553594
Need xp? Start some wars, get some Hated enemies.....
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Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>4553537
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Alright, that's enough dice, and thankfully my connection is back.
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>>4553604
Rip, Dice Lord...
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>3x10
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It takes you mere seconds to recognize the person hidden in the retinues of the two headmen (you refuse to indulge the term 'headpeople') when they arrive. Absolutely less than a minute. Even with their disguise.

Who is it? Why, that would spoil the drama!

>[Indulge them, for now, until the time is right to expose them]
>[Call them out here and now]
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That's 100% a 3x10 because at least 1 passion applies.
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>>4553623
>[Indulge them, for now, until the time is right to expose them]
Mystery box time?
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>>4553623

>[Indulge them, for now, until the time is right to expose them]

>"Aw gee Albeda, I didn't know you sent a glass sculpture out to see Char off. At least the sentiments were there."
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>>4553623
>[Indulge them, for now, until the time is right to expose them]
If it's Albeda I say we prep our words od wisdom attunement and be prepared to immediately Lightning bolt her in the face the minute she reveals herself
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>>4553623
>[Indulge them, for now, until the time is right to expose them]
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>>4553623
>[Indulge them, for now, until the time is right to expose them]

It better be a Squirtle, our discount Charmander was a bit disappointing...
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And then I had your Sense rating wrong, but luckily at least two passions could THEORETICALLY apply. GM mistakes in your favor still count.
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>>4553623
>>[Call them out here and now]
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>>4553630
I'm also excited because
We just got two traitor headsmen when can hang on the wall today too along with a foreign harlot flame dancer! Well assuming things pan out and they aren't here to offer the traitor in their midst to us as a show of loyalty...
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>>4553650
Who says they are a traitor... Damnit Squirtle, stop bubbling me!
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You choose to indulge them. You don't want to create a scene in public yet, and this incident could actually be good for you. If you at least knew what it meant. Why are THEY here? This question doesn't help you much that night, as you're busy collecting information on what the Well looks like, how big the hole in the earth is (too big, unfortunately, to cover with one use of Minor Smoke Structure and just dance on Gloam's literal grave), where the nearest water sources are, what roads pass close to it and likely carry supplies to it, and every scrap of detail on the surrounding terrain you have. Working even unto the last minute. You may lack age and experience, you may lack raw power, so you have to work for your victories, and work you shall. As a result of all this, your food is long cold by the time you look up from your maps at dinner, and you eat only a partial meal.

You sleep fitfully, and dream horrible dreams about Albeda marching a thousand Glass Diplomats into the well, where Gloam...a shadowy figure in a stereotypical hooded robe with glowing red eyes...mixes the shards of glass together and raises them from the dead as one giant Albeda, hundreds of feet tall, with smaller Albedas melded into her flesh, throwing bear sculptures the size of boulders at you as you cower in your smallclothes, trying to remember the speech you were supposed to make to your soldiers, who see you and run away from the battlefield laughing at you.

You wake up with an empty, rumbling belly and a cold sweat.

>[Try really, really hard to go back to sleep]
>[Go get some food from the kitchens. It's your castle. There will be a wheel of cheese or some dry meat somewhere]
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>>4553658

>[Go get some food from the kitchens. It's your castle. There will be a wheel of cheese or some dry meat somewhere]

No point in trying to force the sleep. Even if we get back to sleep because of it, bound to be more nightmares. Moving around for a bit will help us calm down some.
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>>4553658
>[Go get some food from the kitchens. It's your castle. There will be a wheel of cheese or some dry meat somewhere]

The cheese demands our attention..,
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>>4553658
>[Go get some food from the kitchens. It's your castle. There will be a wheel of cheese or some dry meat somewhere]
Nightmares suck.
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>>4553658
>[Go get some food from the kitchens. It's your castle. There will be a wheel of cheese or some dry meat somewhere]
Disregard Nightmare bitches and acquire CHEESE!
I can never get back to sleep if I wake up
So may as well just carry that over to here.
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>>4553657

I mean, it could be Petrine, to scope out the marriage-age nobility
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>>4553668
Watch it be Ameranthe, who is angry after our triple 9's vs her pair 4 Regicide roll
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>>4553672
Hell hath no fury like a gamer who got styled on?
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>>4553658
>>[Go get some food from the kitchens. It's your castle. There will be a wheel of cheese or some dry meat somewhere]

GROMIT, WE NEED TO FIND THE CHEESE, GROMIT, GIVE ME MY FUCKING FIX, GROMIT, I'M KEELING, GROMIT!
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>>4553668
>>4553672
Actually, it's probably Hannah, here to gain our help for the North, even if she has to carry our sorry ass with her
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You always have a hard time getting back to sleep if you wake up in the middle of the night. Your mother used to say it put wrinkles on your face. Your dad would then loudly protest the idea of her even having any wrinkles and vow to outlaw them from her face. She would put her hands on her hips and ask how, and he would usually say something about kissing them away, and then you, Cailm, and Albeda would be left alone awkwardly at the table, Cailm making a gagging expression because at the time he thought girls were gross, while mother and father went upstairs. Someday, that will be you, making bad jokes to your wife in private, while making enemies of the kingdom quake in their boots in public.

Albeda's chair sits, empty, at the High Table, cast in a ribbon of lamplight as you pass by the great hall, the lamp sputtering in your hand. It looks a bit forlorn, pushed in so tightly against the table by people passing behind it to get to the Lord's Seat and your ear. Empty. It will gather dust, sitting there, unused, until the day you have a daughter to fill it.

Some people might say that's a little bit sad.

>[And you're one of them]
>[Not you though]
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>>4553687
>[And you're one of them]

Call me sappy.
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The most dangerous thing about this quest is accidentally getting lost in a search for information on, say, medieval light sources. To be clear, it's not an oil lamp that Jakob has, but a big candle in a lantern-type frame to stop it from being put out by wind or getting splashed with something.

Also also, I've gone ahead and added Froth to your character sheet. You all wanted protection from hostile divination, you had enough exp for it, I'm not gonna fuck you over on that front.


>>4553677

Based Wallaceposter.
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>>4553687

>[And you're one of them]

Moreso over the fact that all the chairs being empty due to all our relative's being dead than the fact that Albeda's chair is empty. Sucks being an orphan.
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>>4553687
>Past you would be one, the you now though, is in the middle of discipling her for throw a Temper Tantrum in public and disciplining children takes a firm unwavering hand.
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>>4553687
>[And you're one of them]
Seems a small family, now with the parents dead.
Not everyone gets a happy ending, much as we wish to strive for it.
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>>4553687
>[Not you though]
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>>4553689
Thank you, Wong. I do appreciate your thoughtfulness when your not trying to scare us into an early grave.
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>>4553689

So something like this? Seems neat, and it was interesting looking up light sources for ye olden times before. Even just stone-age lamps of pinched fired clay that used rendered animal fat as fuel shown that we were interested in something other than torches and candles for general use back then.
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>>4553699

Decided to throw in a Neolithic stone lamp too for shits and giggles.
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>>4553699
>>4553702
Nice, mate!
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>>4553699

That's actually exactly what Jakob would be holding, right there.
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>>4553687
>>[Not you though]
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>>4553702

The things people make are fascinating. There's a great Mayan exhibit that came to the museum in my city, and seeing how ingenious people can get with so little is great. Also it really cheered me up to be reminded that there are still Mayans and they totally look the same and still have big mask parades and stuff. Good on them for making it. Really liked their stuff. The one that stuck with me was this mirror made out of pyrite, and aside from the color being slightly less silver it was a mirror you could have seen today, perfectly round, perfectly polished, and I looked into it and went "this once had the reflection of a king in it, and now here I am, sharing the space that once belonged to some royal Chad who is pictured two displays over standing on a prisoner to humiliate them".
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>>4553711

I learned a lot about stone-knapping and the like from studying for my own curiosity's and the quest I ran sake. That and other bushcraft that you picked up here and there is a nice link to the past. Weaving some wicker fences so that the dogs and cats don't trip and fall into the lagoon when they go out and about on my parent's farm really added some knowledge too.
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Call you sappy, but you're one of them, at least a little. Even moreso the fact that so many chairs are empty, due to how many family and friends you've lost. Your father's blustering Master-at-Arms, a man who seemed far past his prime and utterly nonthreatening until the reason left his eyes and the berserk howling started. You've lost your father's mage circle, men and women who were aunts and uncles to you. Some didn't come home. Some did, and you watched them die, remembering when they used to take you fishing or make toys for you out of smokemass.

You've lost almost everyone. Even Albeda. That said, you're not the child she thinks you are, and perhaps you never were. You will treat her tantrum with a firm hand, sentiment can wait for when she isn't a problem any longer. The candlelight flickers, casting eerie shadows off the beasts carved into your chair, and you move on.

At this time of night, everyone is asleep. You can't imagine a world constantly doused in light, where people are up and around at every hour and the world never sleeps. That isn't the world you live in, whatever the past held or the future holds. It's silent, save for the distant hooting of an owl. Too early in the season for crickets. It's as if everyone else has simply disappeared, the way so many other people already have, leaving you all alone as the sole resident of the swamp, no, Truia itself, perhaps the whole world. Alone to wander its empty streets and buildings, examining the things left behind, crossing the seas to far-off Xapotchli or going east past the abandoned yurts of the Orruks. Like a solid ghost, the king of nobody, ruler of an empty universe.

You shiver, your stomach rumbling and distracting you from these maudlin thoughts. You're Jakob Absol, and this castle is full of your people, and beyond that the swamp, full of those who sleep at night knowing that your might and your justice protects them and their children. Moreover, the swamp itself is awake. Countless night animals are on the hunt, feasting and mating and welcoming in the spring the way they do best. Are they not your subjects too, or is man lord only of man?

The things you think of when you're hungry!

Into the kitchens you go. There's goat cheese here somewhere, and yesterday's leftover bread which is definitely still good. Bread, cheese, and meats in the smokehouse. Fit for a lord. Although there are fewer people in the castle than in your father's heyday, with the levies called and the state at war there has been far more traffic than there has been since the start of your reign, and the vast kitchens showcase that fact. The cooking hearths still glow a dull red, although the mountain of wood poured into them is all sullen embers now, the occasional tongue of flame licking up beneath the collapsed and glowing planes of wood.

[Continue]
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That dull red glow illuminates a pile of barrels that have been shoved out of the way, and beneath them...a hole. A dark, ragged hole, leading into blackness.

You hear a sudden crunch, the snap of sharp teeth biting into bone, and at the other end of the kitchen, in the darkness, a shape crouched in the darkness unfolds and turns towards you.

>[Run, yelling for the guards]
>[Cast Words of Lesser Attunement]
>[Grab a nearby water bucket and throw it on one of the hearths to create smoke]
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>>4553738
>[Cast Words of Lesser Attunement]
>[Grab a nearby water bucket and throw it on one of the hearths to create smoke]

Why not both?
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>>4553742

You can, but it's a multiple action so you lose your Master Die.
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>>4553738

>[Cast Words of Lesser Attunement]
>[Grab a nearby water bucket and throw it on one of the hearths to create smoke]

Whether for Minor Lightning Stroke or Soar, could use either depending on how fast the Shadowbinder beast is. Shouldn't be much else to toss water onto the hearth at the same time.
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>>4553743

Wait, you can't actually multiple action spells, I keep forgetting that.
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>>4553738
>[Cast Words of Lesser Attunement]
Prep to give it a head full of lightning when it tries to grab us
Noise will draw the guards anyway, and our smoke is too slow for armor or barricades
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>>4553742
>>4553746

You can't Multiple Action with magic, you have to pick one.
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>>4553738
>>[Cast Words of Lesser Attunement]
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>>4553746

Changing it to just

>[Cast Words of Lesser Attunement]

The only smoke spell that'll be fast enough is Smoke Arrow. May as well prep for a shock or running.
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>>4553738
>>[Cast Words of Lesser Attunement]
>>
I will say that creating smoke, since waving the smoke around is how you CAST Smoke Sculpting spells, seems like fair game to not be a multiple action if you choose to throw the water on one of the hearths and then launch a Smoke Arrow.
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>>4553743
>>4553748
Ah, my mistake. I was thinking about creating smoke for the next spell, or at least as a smoke screen.

>Preach the Word
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>>4553759
Or Smoke Armor?

Tempting, as Arrow doesn't require Counterspell...
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>>4553764

Smoke Armour takes 8 minutes to cast iirc. Not exactly a spell you cast in the heat of the moment.
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Rolled 3, 2, 10, 3, 6, 7, 1 = 32 (7d10)

Oh right, feed me dice.
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Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>4553766
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>>4553764

Smoke Armor takes eight minutes to cast. It lasts for several hours, but it's a buff you use before the problems start, not in combat.
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Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>4553766
Time to scare Grandmama or some other poor Shadowbinder
Or a crocodile
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Rolled 9 (1d10)

>>4553766
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Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>4553766
Oh boy!
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Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>4553765
>>4553768
Damnit, I knew I forgot something!
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>>4553766

Christ that's lucky with an ED.
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Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>4553766
Go go go!
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Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>4553766
Spooky spooky dice time
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Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>4553766

Adding more to the fray
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Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>4553766
Welp, I hope we didn't kick too much ass this time...
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Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>4553766
So we got a pair 8 and a pair 3 so far
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>>4553766
We good now, Wong?
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Almost immediately, you speak three syllables of power, and you feel the hairs on your arms and the back of your neck stand up as the electric tension runs through you. A storm brews over the landscape formed by your internal ley lines, rain drizzling down on your rivers of willpower, swelling their banks. Sparks crackle along your tongue as you exhale, drawing yourself up and preparing to spit.

Whatever it is looks at you...and sinks into the floor. The hearths are widely spaced, and between them are patches where the stone is black in the dim light.

>[Run]
>[Go over and try to see where it went and help whoever it was chewing on]
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>>4553785
>[Go over and try to see where it went and help whoever it was chewing on]

We're a Lord, not a child.
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>>4553779

Yeah definitely, your Sorcery pool is 7+MD (it was 8, your 8th die became a MD), so I'll only ever need 7 from you until your pool improves. As far as MD goes, generally I'll apply it to the best possible set you have, so if you NEED speed I'll widen the best existing set if possible, otherwise I'll add it to the highest number you rolled for a high set.
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>>4553785
>[Go over and try to see where it went and help whoever it was chewing on]
What could possibly go wrong...
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>>4553778

I added the MD to your 2x8 to make it 3x8.
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>>4553789
Now you wanna make me level up Our Knowledge stat, Wong.
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>>4553785

>[Go over and try to see where it went and help whoever it was chewing on]

We can send a zap at it if it pours up again. We can't really save the dying though if we don't move now.
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>>4553785
Call out for guards, get someone else on the way in here, then:
>[Go over and try to see where it went and help whoever it was chewing on]
Either it wasn’t here for us, or hit the wrong target by mistake.
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>>4553797
Eh, I think that's unnecessary. It obviously knows our reputation with lightning...
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Rolled 4, 9, 9, 5, 2, 4 = 33 (6d10)

You heard bones crunching, so you run over to where it was, hoping to help. You're not going to abandon one of your servants or one of the castle town children to that...that thing. Into the shadows you go, lantern in hand, the light banishing the darkness between the hearths and casting its light on...

Pork ribs from your smokehouse. Lovingly prepared. Probably a surprise the old cook intended for tomorrow, to give you lots of energy for the trial. You cannot help but feel indignant, gazing down at what was supposed to be your food. It's a ridiculous reaction, but it bubbles up from the generalized relief you feel that you aren't gazing down at a dead child or someone's pet. There is no sign of the thing, whatever it was. You take a few steps forward, lantern in hand...and the illuminated flagstones the thing vanished into are covered by shadow again.

You feel hot breath on the back of your neck, and as something grabs you, you respond with a voice full of lightning.

>[Feed me dice]
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Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>4553802
fug, we got outplayed.
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Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>4553802
I didn't even read the post before I saw the dice...
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Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>4553802
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Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>4553802
Good evening
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Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>4553802
Dice me, baby!
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Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>4553802

Just need to get a wide enough set to out-speed it's ass.
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Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>4553802
Oh boy, this'll be quite the tale!
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Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>4553802
Surprise time
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>>4553802
>>4553807
>>4553810
>>4553811

Trip 8s is a promising start.
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>>4553811
>dat 8
My man!
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Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>4553807
>>4553810
>>4553811

Applying MD for 4x8.
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>>4553816

Quadruple. Never ever forget the mighty MD.
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>>4553818
Lighting sparks, lightning reflexes damn Jakob
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>>4553818
>dis 8

Damn, we on the 8-train tonight lads!
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>>4553818

That's 7 Shock to the Chest. Depending on if it's similar to a man's box distribution, not insignificant.
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>>4553826
My man on the ball here! I really do appreciate you lads for the little things you do for the thread.
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Unfortunately, even with a die knocked out of it from getting hit that 3x9 is still a success.
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>>4553834
Welp. We gave it our best go. I hope Wong doesn't pull another Shinji.
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Your voice is the thunder, and lightning pours from your mouth. Tatter-edged black robes are blown back from the wraith behind you, striking it hard in the chest. Yet, the chest isn't the head, and it's not unconscious. Moving like a snake, the figure dips beneath your arm, its arms slipping around your own at an awkward angle and its leg sweeping yours. You stumble into the wall, in the darkest part of the dark space beneath the hearths, surrounded by overlapping layers of soft, dark cloth, and limbs that seem to be everywhere at once. Your arm is twisted at a horribly uncomfortable angle behind your back, and whenever the hand gripping yours lifts up even an inch you feel an agonizing burn in your shoulder. You try to struggle, but it's like fighting quicksand. However you move, you end up wrapped more in the stygian thing enveloping you, your position only worsening.

You hear a malevolent giggle, and suddenly...sharp teeth nip at your ear, pulling hard but not piercing flesh, “That hurt. How would you like your arm broken? I can do a pretzel, if you like.” Murmurs a feminine voice, gritty with pain and rage. There is suddenly tension in the grip on your arm, and another mad little giggle, “Uh-uh! No! Don't you yell, little boy, or I'll gobble you up.” Her voice turns faintly smug, “Your elders should have told you what happens to fledglings that fall from the nest. The beasts of the dark slither in, and poor little birds who can't fly are never heard from again. Now be a good boy and chirp, little fledgling.”

You just wanted some cheese. This isn't fair. She stole your dinner. Why is this happening to you?

>[C-chirp]
>[Remain silent]
>[GUARDS HELP STRANGER DANGER I'M BEING MOLESTED HELP]
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>>4553842
>[Remain silent]
Only Chad move here.
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>>4552478

He doesn't actually look like that. He's got longish dark hair, sticky-out ears, and kind of an aquiline nose, but we use that paperdoll more because it's standing in a good pose to have wound boxes drawn on it and it has some of the right details. Finding male mages who don't look like douchebags is surprisingly hard, and if someone has a better picture I'll take it.
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>>4553842
>>[Remain silent]
Gotta save at least a modicum of Absol dignity here
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>>4553842
>>[GUARDS HELP STRANGER DANGER I'M BEING MOLESTED HELP]
As the only person who voted to expose these people as soon as we detected them let me just LOL. That's what you guys deserve for trying to be too smart.
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>>4553834

Er, 2x9. Her other set had a die knocked out of it. I'm not sure she deserves a MD.
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>>4553849
I'm still of the mind that this one is one of Grandmama's girls
Not one of Gloam's 3 following Shadowbinders
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>>4553842
>There are far more accessible pork ribs than the ones in the Castle’s kitchen, and are usually less guarded.
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>>4553842

>[Remain silent]

>inb4 Grandmama's chosen has entered the waifu-wars.
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>>4553849
Eh. We can still turn this around, mate...

>>4553852
Don't worry about it now.

>>4553854
>>4553855
+1, even if one echoes my thoughts and isn't a prompt.
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>>4553854
Though I will bet that she probably doesn't even know who we are, and can turn it to our advantage... somehow.
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I swear we need to get some better security or wards or something. Holdout dagger needs to be something for us to grab, along with learning to use something fast and concealable. Hell we could even make one with smoke form in the mornings.
>>4553855
I’ll swap to
>[Remain silent]
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>>4553864
On the plus side of being caught in our Pjs we wouldn't have been able to feel her softness on our back if we were cloaked in plate and smoke
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Yelling might be a good idea but an Absol does NOT chirp just because he's being pinned against the wall by someone who has clearly studied how to bend the human body in ways it's not supposed to bend. You remain manfully silent, even as she twists your arm, sending pain through it. She could have twisted much harder, though.

Her chin nestles its way onto your shoulder, revealing pale skin, long blonde hair, and big, pitch black eyes, “What's the matter, little birdy? Born mute? Too shivery-quivery to chirp a pretty little song for little old me?” She croons. Clearly good sportsmanship and being a gracious victor are not values she has properly internalized, “Poor little bird, have you nothing to say? Hey, hey...” She lowers her voice, “If you don't say anything...I'm gonna drag you into the darkness. Down, down below the world, where light has never ever been. Where the forgotten things are. Into the dark world, down beyond down, the other world where They live. I've met them, you know. Let them in, to give them pretty eyes, and we make such mischief together. Won't you come play with us? You can, if you stay so quiet.” She giggles again.

“There are far more accessible pork ribs than the ones in the castle smokehouse, and they're usually less guarded. You could've gone to a tavern.” You grit out. “You could have BOUGHT them!”

For a moment, her grip slackens slightly, and her lips quiver, “...Don't have money. Got cut off. Made a 'bad investment'.” She grumbles, “...I don't care if he was small, the doggy I bet on had lots of spirit. He wanted to run fast, he just needed someone to believe in him with all of her coinpurse. Still, it can be fixed! Where's the Lord Jakob at?” She chirps happily.

>[Right here]
>[Usually in his bed at this time of night]
>[In the barracks with the guards, it's the safest place to be with the rebellion going on]
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>>4553860
How many other sorcerers with lightning magic run around this castle who don’t have 2 foot beards?
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>>4553871

The thing about that is, actually, a fair amount. Stormtongues are a key part of your sorcerous forces and Arad brought apprentices with him to help stiffen the number already part of your forces.
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>>4553870

>[Usually in his bed at this time of night]

Not strictly speaking a lie. If it weren't for dreams of Kaiju-Albeda, we'd be up there sleeping right now instead.
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>>4553870
>[Usually in his bed at this time of night]

I want to see how long it takes her to realize...
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>>4553870
>[In the barracks with the guards, it's the safest place to be with the rebellion going on]
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>>4553870
>[Usually in his bed at this time of night]
If she gets enough paces away, bolt for the fire and nail her with a smoke arrow.
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“Usually in his bed at this time of night. Just like everyone else.” You protest, feeling two soft, heavy breasts shift against your back.

“Not you.” She notes, “Maybe you're an owl, little birdy?” She blows in your ear, “Hoo-oot~”

“I was hungry. Besides, you're awake too.” You grit your teeth.

“I was hungry too. Besides, I'm supposed to be here. Sort of. Kind of. Maybe. A little. The point is, I should be here. At some point. Eeeventually. Here, relax your arm, you've been good so...I'll stop hurting you, okay? Good little bird, definitely not for eating.” She pats your head, and as you relax, she massages your wrist gently...before very casually bringing the other one up beside it and looping a coil of slender rope around your wrists several times before tying it off. “There we go. Little birdy won't fly away now.” She exhales heavily, “Ow. My chest still aches and feels all tingly. Owie. You're a mean little birdy, why did you attack me?”

>[You scared me]
>[Remain silent]
>[Other, write-in]
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Game resumes tomorrow, now is time for sleep.
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>>4553883

>[Other, write-in]

"Didn't you hear? There was a chimera that was caught here at the castle not long ago. I personally am not in the mood to be ripped apart for the non-crime of getting up in the night for a snack."
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>>4553883
>Besides you attacking me? *shakes bound wrists*

We can still get out of this, lads. We just need some smoke, and a distraction...

>>4553884

Night Wong, good session today!
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>>4553884

Have a good one Wong. Sleep comes for all eventually.
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>>4553884
Night, zzzzzz
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>>4553883
>Little birdy won't fly away now

We could use Soar, if we're quick enough and in a more open space.
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>>4553883
>Inb4 This is Brother Gloam

>You clearly haven't been in Castle Briarfast long then, otherwise you would have heard the last beast that broke in looking for a snack howling away in the dungeon, everyone's been a tad on edge when they hear loud eating coming from dark corners of the castle since then.
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>>4553883
>[Other, write-in]
your silhouette reminded me of a certain rebel that sneaks in the castle
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>>4553900
Additionally
It's a good thing we don't NEED our hands to spit lightning eh?
Perhaps she doesn't know that
It's totally still a fair fight if we Don't tell her right lads?
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>>4553883
>>4553900
This. It's the truth of the matter. We're in a time of strife and anything that goes bump in the night should be handled with caution.
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>>4553916
Of course, we didn't know she could do involuntary yoga to us after getting tasered, she doesn't know we can tongue punch her shock box with our hands behind our back
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>shadow monster eating flesh and bones on our kitchen floor
ahhhh
>it doesn't fall to our quickshot lightening bolt
Ahhhhhhhh
>it has boobs
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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>>4553953
Not to mention that we can probably just cut these bonds with a bit of smoke from the hearth.
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> La creatura girl
If this is Grandmama’s pick for us, she better have some rocking thighs to make up for this first encounter
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>>4553900
>>4553883
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>>4553916
we might not need our hands but we do need to attune to do it, and i think the chanting might tip her off.
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>>4553883
>>4553900
+1 to this

We got a lightning bolt off, whoever's on duty better come investigate soon.
in before "Must've been the wind"
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>>4554015
And see their lord tied up? It'll be the hunting situation all over again...
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>>4554032
Even worse, tied up with a big tiddy Shadowbinder cooing and chirping all over us, potentially with exposed chest if our lightning stroke damaged her clothes. We’d never hear the end of it
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>>4553977
We are already attuned my dude, it doesn't wear off after a single casting of a words of wisdom spell. At least it didn't in previous encounters.
And what is she gonna do when she hears us start chanting the very short incantation, kiss us to silence us?
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>>4553854
If she is, she got disqualified in my books. You just don't mess with someone's midnight snack.
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>>4554125
I mean, to be fair. It was her midnight snack.
She was here first after all, and it's not like Jakob was expecting the ribs to be prepared for him when he came down here.
Now mind you Jakob has more than enough authority to claim any midnight snack prepared on his lands as his own but is Jakob really the type of tyrant that would use his power to do such a thing?
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>>4554131

The Prima Nocte of snacks.

>>4554099

It does wear off after one casting. In the past you've just cast it multiple times to Soar and use Minor Lightning Stroke. You've just never needed more than one.
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>>4554164
Ah that's my bad, I misunderstood, I thought it lasted a few rounds not just for a single spell
>>4554125
Wouldn't that disqualify us from her husbando war, since we are the one who interrupted her midnight snack with a lightning bolt?
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>>4554131
To be fair, she looked like a shade and sunk beneath the cracks of the floor. It would be an entirely different situation if she offered to share the ribs.
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>>4554533

She didn't even have a plate. She was just eating them with her bare hands and then grappled Jakob with them.
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>>4554541
>getting rib sauce all over the king
truly a formidable foe
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>>4554541
>She didn't even have a plate. She was just eating them with her bare hands and then grappled Jakob with them.
Yup. I'm cooming. She's the one boys.
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>>4554541
Well she's going to need to learn some courtly manners, but she's at least proven capable of defending herself.
As well as Giving Jacob a free preview of her assets, all pressed up on his back. And she apparently knows how to tie a guy up with out it hurting, kinky.
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>>4554615
She probably knows how to handle herself just fine when she's not snacking.
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>>4554164
But Spark doesn't need us attuned, and is coincidentally Intensity 1, though I don't know whether we have the exp for it or not or whether Wong would allow it, considering current circumstances.
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>>4554644

It costs 1 exp for Spark and one other Intensity 1 spell, which will probably be a Night Hunter spell.
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“Because it wasn't that long ago when someone sent a monster into the castle to assassinate Lord Jakob? Think about it, a shape out of the darkness that isn't supposed to be there, munching bones in the dark and not identifying itself?”

“You weren't supposed to be there either. Want some cheese? It's yummy!” She waves a slice of YOUR goat cheese in front of your nose, then feeds it to you, making noises like she's feeding some small, helpless baby animal, “I wanted to play with the fronkid.” She sighs, “I was going to slip it extra food.”

“Fronkid?” You manage to say around a mouthful of soft, creamy cheese.

“Frog-monkey-squid. Maybe, um, frulid, frog-ghul-squid?” She shrugs, “I like animals, especially ones no one else likes. Anyway, my point is YOU weren't supposed to be there either!” Her voice grows indignant, “What if I'd summoned the biting darkness, little birdy?”

“You attacked me!” You point out.

She shakes her head and gives you a pat on the backside, “Nuh-uh. You attacked me. I ran away. Then you made the shadow I hid in go away, and I was trapped...I can't see in there, but I know 'cause of how far you moved. Then as soon as I get back, you SHOCKED me!” She sounds utterly indignant about this, “It really stung! I really should take you into the darkness with me.” Her voice turns sly, “You haven't attuned ~yet~ little birdy, you're still just a fluffy little fledgling, all chirp and no wings, I could give you eyes like mine.” She giggles, “Anyway, I didn't even hurt you, I just grabbed you. I have a low center of gravity. Shadowbinding's got its limitations up close, and I don't want to run away crying from people with weapons, so...I've got good at grappling and hitting people.” She gives you a little shake, “Now say you're sorry, and I'll forgive you.”

>[I'm sorry]
>[I have nothing to apologize for!]
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Also, yes, I got home really, really late today. Work was...well, it was not quite as bad as last Monday, but it was still quite busy so I had to stay an hour late, then get groceries.
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>>4554755
>[I'm sorry]
Alright let it go. Pretty clearly had the potential to do a lot more damage, and didn't, which put her in the 'not an assassin' camp.

Tempted to line up for another bolt, but as it seems she's not hostile, would be a bit awkward.
In-character reason, at least. I can see the waifu war starting already.
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>>4554755

>[I'm sorry]

Indignantly and huffily though. We can probably offer her a look at the Squapog (Squid-ape-frog) in exchange for release. After all, we've got access to it. Remind her to bring some meat and apples for it, it seemed to have a taste for it.
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>>4554755
>[I'm sorry]
>But how do you know what the Chimera is made of?
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>>4554766

As much better as that sounds, the sad truth of the matter is that ghuls are giant baboons, and thus not apes. They do have tails, albeit somewhat useless ones. This one, though, has a proper tentacle for a tail and, having had one its whole life, knows how to use it.
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>>4554755
>>[I'm sorry]
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>>4554775

A Squonkog then. A suitable gutteral name for a critter that likes to huff and hoot for vocalizing.
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Rolled 4, 7, 2, 9, 4 = 26 (5d10)

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>>4554755
>[I have nothing to apologize for!]
I honestly believe this, despite the misunderstanding.
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>>4554756
I'm sorry to hear that, Wong. I hope it gets better.
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>>4554766
>>4554781
Oh, people were divided on letting the chimera live, but the moment one of the girls takes an interest in it....

I jest, of course.
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>>4554769
Also I'm giving her bonus points for hand feeding us cheese.
I just want everyone to know that.
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>>4554783

2x4, she successfully made her Intimidate roll, nice.
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>>4554789

I mean, I still feel like it'll do more good in pieces rather than whole, but that's a thing to deal with later. May as well give the blasted thing a name in case we want a Fleshsculptor to make more in the future for reasons.
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“Well, I'm sorry.” There's no point in not letting it go. If she was an assasin, this would probably have gone much worse, but you can't keep the indignation out of your voice.

She pushes on the small of your back, “Good! Well then, let's go. You're going to take me to his eminence, right?” She pushes and pokes until you start moving.

“Why are you even here?” You ask, “Why do you want me to take you to him? Look, I'll show you the Squonkog if you just untie me, wouldn't that be more interesting?”

She stops in her tracks, “I just wanna see him. I saw him before.” She sounds quite smug about this, “See, the LAST battle, I was there. Grandmama trusted ME to stand on the battlements and cast Wave of Darkness.” Her voice becomes slightly hurt, “...Although Grandmama said it was so he would look over and our eyes would meet and wedding bells would chime n'stuff. They didn't, but he just swooped down all magnificent and...it was wonderful. He won so beautifully, people who prepare and outsmart their enemies are the best sort of winners. Doesn't everyone like them better?” She sighs happily, “I felt my heart beat faster, but he was all in armor, so I want to go watch him sleep and see what he looks like awake.”

“You want to watch m-him sleep!?” You can't keep the indignation out of your voice.

“He could be ugly, he could snore really loudly, he could roll and kick around in his sleep. Then I'd have to run away, no matter what Grandmama wants. Besides, if he wakes up and sees me there, he'll definitely fall in love. Our eyes will meet, and he'll be so terrified in love he'll marry me right away.” She explains. “Here, let me show you.”

She lets go of you, puts her hands on your shoulders, and turns you around slowly. She's not very tall, but you had been able to tell that already. Still, she's got a surprising amount of muscle and padding, with exceptionally generous curves. Her flowing golden hair has...what are they called? Bangs? Whatever they are, they're cut off straight across her forehead. She has the kind of face that never stops smiling for long, but her eyes...

...her eyes are those of a predator. Pitch black, but not lifeless and passive eyes. Viciously, violently alive. Fierce eyes, eyes that probably watched and laughed during the battle. Eyes that admired you spitting lightning into a woman's face. Eyes that promise that she wasn't joking about dragging you into the dark. There is a dancing gleam of what might be madness, or might be passion in those eyes.

>[Look away]
>[Roll Command+Intimidate right back at her]
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>>4554797
>>[Roll Command+Intimidate right back at her]

No! We've been emasculated enough as it is, and it stops here!
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>>4554797

>[Roll Command+Intimidate right back at her]

It's one of our better rolls, and a 2x4 is not too bad to beat. Time to not be timid in front of Grandmama's chosen waifu.
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>>4554797
>[Roll Command+Intimidate right back at her]
No fear!
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>>4554797
>[Roll Command+Intimidate right back at her]

Why hello Violence Boner, it's good to see you again
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>>4554796

Fleshsculpting (technically called the Conjoining Priesthood of Pahar or something in Reign's default setting) is one of my favorite sorcerous schools for the same reason I like smoke sculpting. Raw power is cool, there's a lot to be said for making, say, an attuned Stormtongue and once you've got a maxed out dicepool and know all the spells branching out into social skills or melee combat or something (Stormtongue is actually kind of terrible for branching out into melee combat, but it makes a ton of sense for several other schools, especially Flame Dancer or the more buff-based magics). However, I personally tend to like magic that lets you do more wide-scale, cerebral stuff like set a few bonfires and make an entire fortified camp overnight. The Squonkog is just scratching the surface of the stupid stuff you can do by combining different animals.
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>>4554798
>>4554800
>>4554803
>>4554804

Well then, feed me dice!
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Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>4554808
SIR YES SIR!
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Rolled 6 (1d10)

WE STARE BACK
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Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>4554808
Dice!
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Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>4554808

Feeding dice.
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Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>4554808
Alright dice, we need to critically seduce the Waifu through sheer intimidating domination
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Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>4554808
Going for more
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Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>4554808

>>4554806
Actually, if you combine one of the Stormtongue spells with the Smoke scythe one, I think we got something interesting (and deadly) going on at least.
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>>4554810
>>4554812

2x6 is Higher than a 2x4. Should be sufficient.
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Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>4554814
>>4554808
That's the spirit dice
Now we need to make it a pair
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Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>4554808
Anyway, more dice!
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Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>4554808

Should only need 5 dice for Intimidate, but screw it, just in case some get discounted for some godforsaken reason.
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Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>4554808
One more for the Waifu gods
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>>4554821
>>4554814
Well I got my pair 10
Just not within the die pool
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>>4554816
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Considering you won that roll, any write-ins on something to say to her?
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>>4554826

"Heavens above, ugly, snoring and a restless sleeper? On top of being a shut-in who is timid around the fairer sex and more focused on reading than leading from the front? You'd think I'd be surprised by the insults by now, but every day is another indignity. Next thing you know, I'll be a maddened and twisted swamp-thing with a squint and a hobble by the time I visit someone other than the accursed Ryds," if we feel like letting her know now rather than later.
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>>4554824
It was the spell that created a Wirlwind around the character. Now, if you add smoke to the mix... scythes, flying at higher speed, and potential more numerous due to the blowing winds. Deadly on it's own, but you add Soar into the mix... you end up with a flying, raging smoke hurricane that can just fly over the enemy and just stand in the center their midst.

>>4554826

Silence will do. Maybe a cocked eyebrow.
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>>4554826
Tactics, Strategy and Logistics are the Absol weapons of war.
Anyone who attempts to take Castle Brairfast from the hands of and Absol will be ground and worn down until either nothing remains or they beg for mercy. And those who beg for mercy were never fit to lead their troops to their fate.

Idk man, I'm coming up a tad dry today.
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>>4554826
>Peering in on sleeping strangers is NOT acceptable behavior of one who desires to be a wife. That much, I can assure you, is something no man would want. Now, would you be so helpful as to untie me so I can return to bed?
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>>4554831
I don't. I'd prefer to keep the charade going. After all, we don't want her to fall in love with the title instead of the man, do we?
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>>4554834
I'm also tempted to say nothing and just lead her back to our room and flop down on the bed
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>>4554832
Don't take this the wrong way, as it sounds cool AF, but you're inside a hurricane of smoke, and I'm pretty sure you can't see through your own smoke, so you'd be flying blind, easy prey for anyone who just started dumping AOE spells into the thing. Maybe if we aren't inside the hurricane.....
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>>4554832

Don't really care on my end. Stonewalling her with silence that she can fill works too. Just let her keep digging that hole deeper, it'll make it sweeter when she realizes what's up.
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>>4554838
I'm almost tempted to add with 'he may be in his bed, but that may be in his old room for security's sake'.

>>4554839
If they can see you, of course. Smoke works both ways, and with death raining on them... could they even focus fire?

Plus, we get a +1 Armor rating for kinetic ranged damage, I believe.

>>4554841
Ye. Gotta marinate this dish, after all... mmm.... ribs...
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Hmm, since the responses are so different, I'll go with the ones that get someone else supporting them.
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>>4554837
>>4554838
>>4554836

Just realized, if we wind up going with the shadowlass in the future when everything's all said and done after stonewalling like this, we're basically doing something like an inverted version of Dad's first encounter with Mom. Except instead of us stealing mulberries, it'll be us catching our darling stealing ribs from the kitcheon. Right on with her not realizing right away and getting uppity. A bit more suitable for a Shadowbinder rather than a Stormtongue.

Lilly will be saddened at first, but she'd probably be stoked to come up with a song like that. Shows that the swamp is full of life among the people instead of just dour grumpy sorts that are filled with grudges.
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So far, silence seems to have the most support.
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>>4554849
I'll swap to silence then.
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>>4554847

Switching my response from this >>4554831

to >>4554832

It'll be more fun this way.
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>>4554848
Yea, I noticed the similarities as well. We'll see if we are our father son...
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You don't even blink. You have passed through the fear. Felt yourself being dragged down towards the hooked tentacles of a wild beast thirsty for your blood and driven wild by alchemical combat drugs. Stared down an archmage and knocked her down in one blow. Your will is as adamant. Your mind is steel. You look into her eyes, drawing yourself up to your full height. You don't say even a single word.

You see her gaze falter, and her mouth draw wide in a grin, “Oh birdy.” Not little birdy anymore, “Who are you?” She bites the tip of her thumb, and cocks her head to one side, examining you with utter delight.

You just smile, slightly, and begin walking towards the stairs, heading up towards your room.

You hear her exhale, long and slow, “Haaaaaaaaah...” Her dark eyes sparkle as she bounces around you, tugging on the end of the rope, “Maybe I shouldn't look. I like you, birdy. The world is full of pretty boys, but so few with real spirit. Let's run away together.”

>[Once again, feed me dice]
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>>4554849
>Chirping crickets in the background (despite being out of season)
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Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>4554858

More... Dice.....
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>>4554848

See >>4551404
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Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>4554858
Here! Have my dice!
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Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>4554858
Time for dice
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Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>4554858
Oh god LIE
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Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>4554858
Don't falter now dice
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Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>4554858

More to keep this ball rolling.
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Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>4554858
clemmy 2.0 pls no
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Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>4554858
Come on......
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Rolled 7 (1d10)

>>4554858
It's a fire sale! Dice, for the lowest price!
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Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>4554858

Have dice, will travel.
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>>4554870
>clemmy 2.0 pls no
PLEASE YES
BEST GIRL, BEST GIRL, BEST GIRL
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Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>4554858
Dice, for the mighty mice! All fear those squeaks!
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Huh, neat, Lucky kicked in for the first time. You rolled a set with absolutely no sets, Lucky kicked in, and you got a 2x10. I may be stretching one of your Passions a bit because it's unintentional, but...
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Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>4554858
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>>4554878

Was bound to happen sooner or later. At least it kicked in during thread 5, when we weren't fighting for our lives.
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>>4554880
Just when we are fighting for our virginity
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>>4554883
Kek
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Also, I feel the need to point out we made a successful Intimidation check against one of Grandmama's chosen Shadowbinders.
While tied and in our Pajamas.
Probably with cheese on our face from her hand feeding us.
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>>4554887
So what you're saying is that we need to max intimidate more. So that we can terrify assassins off when we're shooting lightning in our PJs.
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>>4554887
Like an Absol-lute boss!

>>4554883
And Our words made her chest tingle and quiver...
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>>4554890
That is the obvious answer, yes.
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Who is this sassy hobbo, and why is she stealing our cheese?

Basically the entire live.
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>>4554890
Yes
Just seeing us in our Pajamas eating cheese at 2am should be enough to scare away any would be assassins.
Never interrupt an Absol during his midnight cheese binge!
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>>4554887

>Lo and behold, the Absol secret technique! Intimidating stares no matter the location or dress!
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>>4554894
Why, a murder-hobo, of course!

Only they would be bold enough to steal our ribs and cheese among other things...
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>>4554895

Now you've giving me the image of Lord Absol on the shittier, munching on some cheese as an assassin opens the door, meets his gaze, then slowly closes it again.
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>>4554899
Oh lord, please no!

The thought itself is terrifying to the mind!
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>>4554899
Top kek
Now we need to have strategic cheese cashes hidden throughout the castle for emergency snacking
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And i just realized the nice old castle chefs are going to come in to work in a few hours and find partiality eaten ribs on the floor and cheeeeeese everywhere
Sorry guys
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>>4554904
We'll give them a nice bonus for the trouble.
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After we get this whole wife thing figured out I have an idea for a new passion:
Cheese
+1 rolls to everything with cheese
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>>4554907
Kek.
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>>4554904

It'll be alright, there's worse things to wake up to in morning.

>pic un-related.
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>>4554907

Lord Absol, cheese aficionado.
Women come to seduce the young Lord, not with their looks, thighs and bountiful assets, but their knowledge and access to the vital cheese trade.
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>>4554912
Pretty sure if we make the Absol Swamp the defacto cheese capital of the country it would boost many of our company stats
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On a different note this is the last time we wander around unarmed at night. We weren't paranoid enough, clearly.
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>>4554913
Just like Wisconsin!
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How hard will the spanking be when Grandma finds out that she managed to fuck up introductions with us?
Oh, and more importantly, ate our food without asking, that was our food!
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>>4554916

Dagger in hand at the very least.
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>>4554916
From hence forth we shall never leave our bedroom without either being encased in Smoke armour or having at least 2 of the last Loyal with us, regardless of how hangry we become from cheese withdrawal pains
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>>4554916
Clearly.

>>4554923
Based.

>>4554920
Or some smoke with our candle.

>>4554918
Can we administer the spankings...
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>>4554925
Why not just have another room built connected to ours, we can call it the Cheese Vault.
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>>4554923
I award you toppest of keks
Clearly addiction to cheese is a trait inherited by all true members of the Absol family line dating back to when we were but knights in service to the kings of old.
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>>4554925
Or a pet. Interpret that how you will.
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>>4554923

Noice.

>>4554926

I mean, maybe we can try and order some extra smoky candles for out lanterns for night-time travels.
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>>4554932
Ye. And some scented ones, as well.
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>>4554932
Or, the answer is more secret passages and trapdoors to duck into. Requires some remodeling, tho.
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“I don't care anymore, birdy. Grandmama may be scary, but...you've got the eyes of a winner. I'll face her down for you. She won't keep us apart.” She shoves you against the wall, wedging herself against you, wrapping the rope around her wrists as her lips brush against your throat, “Mine.” She nips you, hard, “And NOW we've both injured each other. Fair, right?”

You still don't say a word, but abruptly you hear a sound that does send a spike of fear through your heart. The distinctive scuff and clink of sabatons on stone. Long footsteps. Firm ones. Growing closer. It isn't time for the changing of the guards, and you wouldn't be hearing just one pair of them if you were.

Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no no no.

You're at the base of the steps, against the wall, but down the corridor you see a figure in full armor round a corner. Even from this distance, their height is immediately apparent. The figure is carrying a lantern. The figure's armor is unadorned, devoid of heraldry, and yet you recognized her the moment you saw her among the other hired swords, even wearing a full helmet.

You hear a gasp of indrawn breath, and then, “Lord Absol!” Of course she recognized you, you were there with no helmet of steel or smokemass on when you received the delegation from Hookslaw, “Unhand him, kidnapper!”

She stands eight feet tall. Not a blocky brick of muscle, but with the proportions of any beautiful woman. Even in armor, you can see how thick her thighs must be to support her powerful body. She has a massively long two-handed sword, wrapped in an oilcloth, slung over her shoulder in the way one might carry a polearm. Why she brought her sword with her, and why she is here at THIS time of night in full armor, is anyone's guess. She puts down her lantern.

“Jakob!” Your kidnapper squeals with delight, and gives you the most sparkly-eyed, gleaming-toothed smile you've ever seen, “How romantic! Stay right here, I'll get rid of her.”

“You'll try.” Lady Hannah Galdynfrygenbach undoes the tie on the oilcloth, and discards the cover.

[Continue]
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>>4554932
>>4554934
Or we just keep our incense censer with us and lit at all times
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>>4554936
I mean, we probably have a ton of those, we just never used them before in-game. I can imagine little Jakob playing Shadow-seeker with Cailm [spoiled]and potentially Albeda, though easy prey with her chubbiness.
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>>4554937
Oh god
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>>4554937
Oh boy.
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>>4554937

>Curb Your Enthusiasm theme intensifies.

Perfect way to cap off a night of nightmares and shadowbinder nonsense.
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>>4554937
Welp, we're gonna just hang out tied to a wall while two people fight over it. Time to call for the guards and deal with this nonsense in the morning.
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>>4554937
I will say, what a cat fight...
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The sword beneath has an unusual shape, no crossguard, with a perfectly round handle that takes up nearly half its length. The blade itself has a graceful taper, something about it is endearingly simple, as much sheer size as the weapon has it still manages to be charming. Startlingly, you realize how well you can see it in the dark. Even with her lantern on the floor, her blade has the hue and shine of a snowfield under moonlight, a soft and subtle glow.

The nameless Shadowbinder girl cackles, feeling around inside her robes and grabbing something. She hurls the bagful of glittering obsidian into the air, and the space equidistant between the two women (a good sixty feet or so) is plunged abruptly into darkness as black as pitch. With tomorrow the new moon, and a sky full of clouds, it's already quite dark without your lantern, and so you can't see it coming when she leans into you, pulls you down, and kisses you hard. Her tongue, warm and wet, flicks between your teeth and withdraws into her insolent smile. “Stay here, Jakey.” Her face must be hurting from how hard she's grinning, the skin around her eyes practically glinting with mirth.

The sound of approaching, armored footsteps picks up in tempo, going from a walk to a run.

The Shadowbinder girl licks her lips, and seems to be counting under her breath as she wriggles her fingers and hums to herself. The darkness abruptly...squirms. You can feel things coming down the stairs, along the hall. Hear them hissing, croaking. There isn't enough light to see them properly by, but you have impressions. Spindly limbs. Squat limbs. Tall forms. Short forms that scuttle along the ground like spiders. None of them are human, none of them make sense. Vast mouths. Sharp mandibles like curved swords. Pincers. Claws. Massively reinforced hands with bony knuckles. Stingers that drip frosty venom. Each one is unique, each one is too shrouded in the darkness to truly see the terror of. Each one is a terror. Fearlessly, they wade and scuttle and scamper towards the clank of oncoming sabatons. “Yes Jakey, look at them.” The Shadowbinder strokes your hair, “My little friends, children of the dark, come out to dress in the silly garb of physical forms and play at being tangible. Aren't they charming? They'll never hurt you, you know why?” Her voice has slowly lowered to a whisper, “Because you're mine. They smell me on you.” She giggles, even as you hear the WHUFF of something sharp and metallic being swung in a wide arc, and the sound of chitin splitting and phantasmal ichor splattering the floor.

>[R U N]
>[Stay right where you are]
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>>4554962
>[Stay right where you are]

Do try and get out of your bonds, though.
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Alternately

>[Yell for your bodyguards]
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>>4554962
>>[R U N]
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>>4554962

>[Stay right where you are]

and

>[Yell for your bodyguards]

Enough of this tomfoolery, we got shit to do in the morning. Shit's already hit the fan as it is for maintaining composure.
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>>4554962
>[Stay right where you are]
Short Stack Shadowbinder VS Gigantus Swol Sword Lord
Ah I didn't know I needed this in my life before now.
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>>4554962
>[Yell for your bodyguards]
Alright, this has escalated enough. How the hell did they miss a thunderclap earlier.
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>>4554962
>>4554972
This
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>>4554962
>[Stay right where you are]
>[Yell for your bodyguards]
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>>4554962
>[R U N]
>[Yell for your bodyguards]

I want to stay pure
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>>4554973
Alternatively start tazing both of them for making a scene in our home so late at night
All we wanted was some GOD DAMN CHEESE!
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>>4554962
>[R U N]
>[Yell for your bodyguards]
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>>4554981
+1

All we wanted was a late night snack, and ended up with a cat fight of epic proportions. What the hell.
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These women, fighting and doing whatever they desire in OUR castle.
Didn't even have the politeness to ask first.

N-No, I'm not still salty over our cheese.
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>>4554983
I would also like to add, running isn't lordly.
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>>4554981
Also rolling for an Intimidation check and making them both stop while shouting for them to stop making a scene could be an option
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>>4554987
++1
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Guess Wong took our complaints about Lilly being the only girl around for miles, and decided to throw all the waifus at us at once.

Not that I'm complaining, mind.
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>>4554979 (From this)
Switching if possible
>>4554981 (To this)
+ Intimidation.
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>>4554990

Full transparency, SHE was supposed to show up earlier, then I realized how much better it would be to just hit you with multiple girls at once. Lilly's a bit more of a delicate plant, so she went into the ground first so she could get her roots established.
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>>4554966
You know, Flame's Appetite would be useful to get rid of our bonds in situations like this.

>>4554992
Your not wrong, Wong.
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>>4554992

>Lilly's a bit more of a delicate plant, so she went into the ground first so she could get her roots established.

I see what you did there Wong.
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There must be dozens of them. Fifty, perhaps, but it doesn't matter. Every other second or so, you hear an inhuman yelp and hiss, and a squelch or a thonk or a meaty thwack. Like a saw through the trunk of a thick tree, Lady Galdynfyrgenbach is methodically cutting her way through.

The Shadowbinder girl keeps mumbling to herself and wiggling her fingers, more and more of the writhing things slipping from the blackness as if it was literally a hole in reality to the place they come from. She is beginning to pout as the rhythm of sword-blows only seems to speed up, not slow down. “Don't worry, Jakey. I'll protect you.”

“Lord Absol! Hang on, I'm on my way! I won't let her hurt you!”

Being patronized and fussed over isn't unpleasant, but there is a limit. “GUARDS, TO ME!” You bellow. Enough of this nonsense, you are not some shrinking useless noble boy only good at stuttering and being aggressed on by forward women. You are a man, damn it. A man who solves problems and fights battles and is planning a war on the morrow. You may have slipped downstairs without bodyguards, but now, right now, you are dealing with this problem with your troops. Immediately, you hear the pounding of booted feet. The girls were keeping their voices low, probably against this exact eventuality, but at the sound of the guards approaching, everything freezes.

Well, barring a few more sounds of a sword whistling through monstrous flesh. Lanternlight appears in several directions, and as it hits the closest creatures you see them fade away like morning mist before you can get a good look after them.

The Shadowbinder pouts, “Oh, you're playing so hard to get! That's okay, I'll work thrice as hard! That way, I'll be three times as happy!” She steps back from you, looks out the window, and grins, “Ah, there's a good spot, niiiice and shady. Don't worry, this time I really am going away, not hiding!” She winks, coquettishly bowing low and blowing you a kiss as she drops into the shadows on the floor. You hear a sound of scrambling from the bushes outside the window, and gales of merry laughter mixed with the sound of feet crunching against stone as she dances away into the darkness outside. Her magic fades, leaving Lady Hannah standing there, sword held in a hanging guard stance, not even panting. She's covered in what you assume is the equivalent of blood for the things the Shadowbinder conjured, but that too fades away as even the feeble lanternlight touches her, until she's completely clean.

[Continue]
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>>4555001
All this because we are unable to resist the seductive call of cheese.
Sorry Hannah you may be moments away from being nearly arrested.
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“My lord, are you alright?” One of the Last Loyal asks you, in a faintly reproachful why-did-you-go-alone-dumbass sort of voice. You just nod, crossing your arms. Men with billhooks leveled surround the northern lady. “Throw down your weapon and identify yourself!” One of the guards threatens.

“Bastard!” Another yells at her, “Trying to assassinate Lord Absol in his own castle? You're scum!” Accusations pour from their mouths, demanding she disarm and surrender, daring her to make their day by resisting.

She slowly lowers her sword, oddly hesitant, then puts it down and takes off her helmet. Her face is red, and she's shaking with humiliation, deliberately shaking her hair forward so it hangs over her face. All of her earlier confidence is gone. “Please stop.” She says, very quietly, “I...I didn't mean...I saved him, doesn't that...” She looks up at you, her eyes glistening with tears for some reason. Pleading silently for your help. Even though she had sliced through the monsters earlier with such ease, something about this situation clearly terrifies her.

“Enough!” You raise your voice, “I called you to stop a fight, not insult one of my guests.” You cross your arms, sighing at the chorus of 'sorry milord's from your men.

An expression of gratitude crosses Hannah's face, though you can see little of it but her mouth behind her curtain of hair. She still seems profoundly uncomfortable, “W...wanted to talk privately.” She mumbles.

Your chambers are not just a bedroom, study, and library. They do have enough chairs by the hearth for conversation. You could post your guards outside, and talk with her there. Or continue interrogating her here where you have a clear advantage.

>[Take her upstairs and chat]
>[Nope, right here, with your guards in billhook reach]
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>>4555007
>[Take her upstairs and chat]

Well, come on. You were trying to protect my honor, and that I won't forget. Let's hear you out properly.
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>>4555007

>[Take her upstairs and chat]

Yes taking a lady to our quarters at this time of night is fine
And anyone who says a god damn word gets tazed
And it's Cailm they get triple tazed
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>>4555011

Imagine what attuned Stormtongue Jakob would be like, able to fire off the taze just whenever.
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>>4555007

>[Take her upstairs and chat]

May as well have the guards stationed outside to protect our virtue against creeping women with blonde hair and black eyes. We should at least clean the cheese and rib sauce off of ourselves with a cast of Blossom Freshness first though. All this fuss for trying to forget a bloody nightmare about our cousin with a snack.
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>>4555011
We really need to learn Spark then if only for Cailm.
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>>4555014
It's is immensely tempting
And Nuncle Arad would cry tears of happiness
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>>4555007
>[Take her upstairs and chat]
Still more than a little annoyed with how they apparently let multiple people get inside, and didn't hear the spellcasting. FFS, one of them's in sabatons, how the hell did she sneak through?
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>>4555007
>>[Take her upstairs and chat]
Keep guard posted on the door from now on though
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>>4555014
>>4555018

Yes, but then how are we going to weave smoke into ballistae and fortifications? and toads for Lilly. Being Nuncle's favourite might not be worth giving up all those sweet tactical advantages we got so far.
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>>4555022
*guards
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>>4554916
You know, some mirror magic might not be a bad call after all if only for the minions.
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>>4555023
I said it was TEMPTING,
Not that I wanted to go throw away having hands for wings!
Just day dreaming about minigun taze lightning Cailm and Albeda, that's all.
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We'll continue this tomorrow or Wednesday, I really want to make it to the trial by Friday, but if neither of those days end up working, it'll be Friday instead.
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>>4555028
Night Wong. I must say, I really enjoy your writing mate.
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>>4555028

No worries Wong, catch you on the next go round.
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>>4555028
Night Wong. Thanks for running again!
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>>4555028
Night Wong, as always, Thanks for running!
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>>4555019

Shadowbinders are both really hard to keep out and she's actually a semi-familiar face. Some of the guards may have seen her but assumed she was going about Grandmama's business.

As for Hannah...walking in with zero stealth and every sign that you're supposed to be there and also luckily walking by between patrols has its perks, but there's something which I didn't make clear. Upstairs is where your chambers are. Neither of them would have made it far once they got off ground level before being challenged by the guards.
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>>4554992
i feel that the waifu intros is getting rushed because of all these horny anons, but might as well accept it.

that said.
let the war begin.
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>>4555041
>rushed

It was always my intention to feed you two or three at a time. For example, Lilly wasn't alone, Albeda has been a constant presence and you've even spoken to her (even if it was really her doppelganger).
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>>4555042
i'll take that as truth.
thanks for running!

i really hope we can have a detailed look at the composition of our army,or even just a glimpse of it as we plan the march. it makes a good conversation with lady hannah too considering we will march the same army up north.
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“This way. Guards, discretion, she is of gentle birth and deserves respect.” Immediately, their billhooks become perpendicular to the floor, rather than parallel, and they fall in behind you as you lead Hannah upstairs.

“She's one of the headwomen?” One of your bodyguards asks, confused.

“No, she's Lady Galdynfyrgenbach. Hannah Galdynfyrgenbach of the north.” You explain, and lead her past them.

Thankfully, you aren't taking her to your childhood bedroom, but to the lord's chambers on the top floors of the tower. Your guards return to their posts by the door of your chambers as you take her to where a small semicircle of chairs surrounds the hearth, and toss a few logs onto it. “Please, get comfortable.”

“Thank you.” She says very quietly, “It's the yelling. Being yelled at makes me...it makes me uncomfortable.” Her shoulders pull inwards and her head droops. Poor thing. She gently tests a few of the chairs before sitting carefully down in the largest armchair.

“Most guests don't show up unannounced, armed and armored, in the middle of the night.” You try to explain.

She gives you a genuinely confused look, “They don't? But, my sword is proof of who I am, and I always wear armor.”

You consider her words for a moment, “About the armor, I'm going to start following your example. As for the sword, I think this realm is decidedly short on women of your stature and martial skill.” You smile at her, “I would know you anywhere, even if I hadn't seen you in my divinations.” Mentioning your divinations is always a bit of a gamble, but you do want to impress on her that YOU are a sorcerer worthy of respect. “As for why now, you said you wanted to speak with me alone, right?”

She hesitates, then blurts out suddenly, “Lord Jakob, I know I am an ugly woman. I can only hope when I plead for your aid that my appearance does not offend, and I thought...” Her voice drops to a sad little mumble, “...that in the dim light I would not cause you so much disgust.” She reaches up and slowly brushes her long, dark hair away from her face.

Just as you saw in your vision, she is badly scarred. Mostly on the right side of her face, long, messy cut marks, old and pink, crisscrossing her skin. You're not sure what kind of frenzied attack could have done this, but just looking at those wounds you can feel the furious intensity of them. “If you cannot bear to look at me, I would understand.” She turns her helmet over in her hands, “I'll put this back on.”

>[No, don't]
>[By all means, do]
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...and then I did one last post just to end it on a vote and let you see a little more of her.

>>4555048

Albeda is absolutely a valid waifu.
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>>4555050
>[No, don't]
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>>4555050

>[No, don't]

We've long gone past a few scars bothering us. Unlike other provinces, the strength and character of people are more important than how they look.
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>>4555050
>[No, don't]
>It's much easier to talk without helms on

Besides, no woman worth the swamp is without a blemish or two, the swamp always collects its fee for residence, one can only assume the North collects her tolls much the same.

Poor Hannah, I'm actually a bit glad we didn't yell for her and Grandmama's chosen Shadowbinder to ceases their cat fight. Wouldn't want to spook the poor gentle giant.
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>>4555050
>[No, don't]
And let such beauty hide behind a helm? Perish the thought.

And thank you for one last post, Wong! I really appreciate it :^)
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>>4555050
>>[No, don't]
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>>4555050
>[No, don't]

lady hannah you ask for aid as a fellow lord that serves the crown, if appearance matters in such diplomacy i doubt the kingdom is as large and diverse as it is.
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Skimming over the thread before turning it in, noticed something that kind of stood out to me here >>4554962

>The sword beneath has an unusual shape, no crossguard, with a perfectly round handle that takes up nearly half its length. The blade itself has a graceful taper, something about it is endearingly simple, as much sheer size as the weapon has it still manages to be charming. Startlingly, you realize how well you can see it in the dark. Even with her lantern on the floor, her blade has the hue and shine of a snowfield under moonlight, a soft and subtle glow.

Betcha that Lady Hannah's sword is the broken spear of the goddess Frydda, cut down and shaped to be used by Galdenfyrgenbach's line as a greatsword. Saying this mainly since it's uncommon to have large swords that have a round hilt, no crossguard, and that long of a wooden hilt to grip it with. The gently tapering blade and round hilt though makes sense if it's a giantess' spear that broke in half at the haft, and reformed into a new weapon as a sword. The glow of a snowfield under moonlight is just another thing tying it to Frydda instead of someone else.
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>>4555073
which is weird considering the goddess apparently cursed her bloodline
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>>4555050
>>[No, don't]
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>>4555076
Allegedly*
Key distinction
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>>4555073
Nice catch, mate. It would have never crossed my mind otherwise, so thank you for sharing!
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>>4555076
I wonder, is Hannah the first female ruler of her bloodline and could that be influencing the “curse” around her?
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>>4555050
>[No, don't]
She isn't ugly.
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>>4555117
it's probably her thighs giving her super powers
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>>4555060
>+1 to this
Hard enough to read people even when you can see their faces.
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>>4555001
Something about this woman brings unending hatred to me. All she speaks is about herself, her desires, her happiness, how to get more gold for her activities though us. I feeling actual fucking disgust in a make believe story in a siberian painting forum.
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By the way, I'd again like to address the subject of rushing the waifus. One thing I learned from MSPQ is that it's very possible for people to really like the last girl that shows up, and for her to have an unfair disadvantage. Moreover, because Jakob is monogamous, I intend to get this stuff out of the way sooner. If all proceeds according to plan (I know where in the timeline certain events occur, but where the Absol province will be by then is a mystery even to me, so take "plan" with some heavy airquotes) then Jakob will be married with children on the way comfortably before his career hits its peak. This also lets the other girls grow as platonic friends without completely altering their character.
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>>4555247
What if we eat the girls hearts and gain their power then clone ourselves for heirs?
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>>4555247
So no secret mid-war waifus to encounter dozens of threads in, or rolling seduction of a miniboss eh?

Honestly, probably for the best.
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>>4555346

You have either meet or heard of all but one by this point.
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>>4555421
Is it out future ManAtArms replacement?
Or the Dragon's spawn? Perhaps she's both.
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>>4555050
be still, my heart.
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>>4555421
So if my count is correct, we have Albeda, Lily, Hannah, Petrine, Ameranthe, and unnamed Shadowbinder as our competitors in the Jakobbowl, give or take Char if you counted her.
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>>4555544
I am not counting Char or Albeda.
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>>4555544
Even if Char was physically interested, she wouldn't be able to bear any heirs, and so never really stood a chance against the other waifus...

>>4555453
The Dragon herself? I must say, for one stuck with her head in the clouds, she's giving the Ryd's one hell of a headache. Truely a woman after our heart...
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>>4555544

There's also the Princess (Insert Name here because I forgot) as well too. We are still potential nobles to consider, even if it'll cause a massive uproar among the nobility of Old Vartyne for the Crown Princess to marry a swamp hick from the Frontier
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>>4555544
there's also the princess of the kingdom and maybe the dragon(?)
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>>4555595
I must say, that alone would be worth it, just to see that nuclear fallout.
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>>4555595
>>4555620
Fair enough I had forgotten about Princess Rinalda since I can count the times she's been brought up on one hand. If the dragon is unironically an option I'd be pleasantly surprised
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Unofficial waifu survey

https://www.strawpoll.me/39006729
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>>4555707
I'll have you know I voted Hannah, but it was a coin flip between her and Lily. Lily's the better option but buff-wife instantly has a place in my heart lol
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>>4555707
>Asking me to pick just one at this stage
This is cruel and unlawful torture
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>>4555707

Doing the good work Anon.

>>4555725

That's why we've got to wait out until at least our shit is dealt with before starting to bitch about waifus. A proper Lord doesn't rush headlong into matters of dire importance. Tid, Thighs, Abs or Floof? A dilemma worse than how best to assault an enemy keep.
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We may be from the swamps, but lets not diddle Albeda, she is still a blood relation, no matter how distant...
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Also I'm voting for the Shadowbinder, because she loved us even before she knew we were the lord. Also I don't want to make Grandma Sad.
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>>4555812
>voting for Sister Goalm to not upset Grandmama
>Grandmama upset that you didn't vote for her

You can't win against shadows, man. Especially when they follow you.
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>>4555821
This either a joke or really low quality bait, but imma respond anyways like a fool

Somehow I don't think Grandma will be upset that we chose the girl that she hand picked for us. Also imagine the handknitted sweater we're gonna get for this worlds Christmas analogue if we marry Shadere. And besides if she follows us we know she's always watching over us.
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>>4555769
Albeda is the hard mode of Waifu routes, plenty of bad end but probably a good sense of accomplishment if you pull it off
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>>4555838
I am still kinda triggered by the phrase "sense of accmplishment", thanks EA!!!
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>>4555838
Also hardmodes are only fun if you can re-load your saves or have for-knowledge of the challenges.
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>>4555769

She is connected to you purely by marriage. Her great uncle married your great aunt, I think.
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>>4555860
Ah, well that makes it less gross to marry her.

Still doesn't make it not gross, and still doesn't make her not a bitch who is responsible for the deaths of at least some of our people
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I'm still very, very firmly in the "feed Albeda to the thorn wall" camp. She's trying really hard to murder us.
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>>4555878
me too
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>>4555878
I'm not.
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>>4555878
Same
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>>4555878
Withholding judgement for now. Picking up additional archmages on our side can always be additional strength for the Swamp. A house divided and all that.
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>>4555878
i feel like she's just a misguided family member, she just need a good spanking.
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>>4555904
A spanking via thorn wall
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>>4555878
She's an unruly child throwing a temper tantrum for not getting what she wants.
If we have some way of permanently removing her magic we can then at least use her as political tool by marrying her off. Or keeping her around the like the Chimera as a show as what happens to those who cross us. Or were a bif ass softy and we just have to slap her shit around everytime she acts up until she finally gets in line behind us like everyone else.
And if it comes down to it we can feed her to the wall for a holiday event.
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>>4555878

Still torn between execution or banishment on my end. Probably will make up my mind when it comes down to it depending on how much pain she causes to the Province. Even if it seems by sentiment, for the fact that our father considered her an Absol, she may be allowed to waste away somewhere else by that virtue alone. Might be a bad idea, but we're not kinslaying monsters like the Thorn-Dwellers.
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>>4555918
>Or were a bif ass softy
We're*
Big*
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>>4555918
Well, we can get rid of a portion of her mirror magic by stealing her reflection. This has the added benefit of being an informat as well. All we really require is a expensive mirror hand mirror with black pearls, and the spell, of course.
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>>4555931
And yes, I used mirror twice. For emphasis.
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>>4555922
I'd lean towards something that makes use of her and her magical talents. Long term service in the army, or something like that.
This, of course, is only if we can even get her to submit to our rule, and if we don't kill her in a magical duel or something.
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I vote for keeping Albeda as our sex slave and making Hannah or Lilly our wife.
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>>4555707
>no Sister Shell

Immersion ruined. Funnily enough, I imagined her to look like Bowsette a little...
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>>4555951
Because nothing shouts "Ruler our ancestors and citizens would be proud of" like keeping your defeated opponents/family members as sex slaves.
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>>4555956
The Thorndwellers are technically our ancestors, right? I jest, of course.
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From a less waifuy stand point;

Albeda has declared rebellion against the rightful heir to our land. She has tried multiple times to assassinate us. She has successfully killed soldiers under our command. She has occupied our villages. If it were purely a matter of proving our strength then she would have conceded by now. She thinks that she deserves to be the Absol and has betrayed everything that position stands for to gain it. She is a traitor pure and simple. Even if we manage to win her over in the short term, we cannot trust her not to betray us in the long term. If we try to keep her around she will become a liability eventually, not to mention sparing her sends the message that people can do whatever they like so long as they are powerful and say sorry afterwards.

She both needs and deserves to die.
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>>4555962
I don't really agree to any of that. I think all you anons are just thirst for blood.
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>>4555965
Has she not killed our people, made war on our house, captured our lands attempted our assassination and sworn to kill us? Is that not a betrayal? If that's not enough to want her dead then what is?

I'm mot against forgiving in most cases, hell had I been a part of this quest I would have voted to ally with THE PACK, but Albeda has gone too far.

Additionally, from the perspective of a ruler, I don't think that any single mage, no matter how powerful is worth the unrest that sparing a traitor would cause.
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>>4555962
Archmages don't grow on trees. Family doesn't either. We've won 1 battle, and managed to beat a chimera. It would take a lot more than that to prove we are better.

I'm not saying let her off entirely, but killing her out of hand seems like both a waste to me and coldhearted.

Hell, I'd vote for not executing Char if she swore loyalty to us and actually kept it.
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>>4555962
this basically
not killing the literal posterchild of high treason sends a horrible, horrible message even ignoring the fact that I just want this bitch dead
leaving her alive (assuming we don't die during this war) is pure shounen power of friendship stuff
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>>4555977
Wasn't this foolish plan Char's idea? And even then, your not going to convince me a bunch of you are lusting for blood.

>>4555991
Thanks you for proving my point. I disagree, of course.

>>4555979
Ditto
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Hear me out before you all start booing me.
What do dragons historically love other than treasure and stealing cows?
Annoying women of noble birth as sacrifices.
I propose operation Albaita
Assuming we capture her and can contain her in some capacity that she doesn't immediately escape from, we use her as dragon bait, she either serves out her role and receives some level of criminal forgiveness and at least avoids being executed, or she gets eaten by the dragon and we gain an advantage as the dragon reals from food poisoning.
It's a work in progress with many variables that include us not dying before hand.
Although I'd rather we didn't out right kill one of our 4 living family members (3 if you count that Grandmama has no actual biological connection to us)
Because hate it or not she is technically an Absol and of noble(ish) decent and intrinsically has more value than your average prisoner of war or criminal even not taking her prodigious talent for magic into account.
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>>4556003
Boooo! I love the idea, mate. Especially Albaita. Very punny!
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>>4556003
>4
That number is technically including Jacob himself
Because apparently I can't do math today.
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>>4556016
I thought you added Cailm and no just because he's our ward now.
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>>4556003

Cailm still counts, since he's technically our ward. Still not a blood relative though.

Using Albeda to bait with the R*ds might be something. Tell her that if we claim a debt with them, we may be able to carve off a section of the mountains back too. Either way, top priority is getting through this alive and our Province intact before any high-minded plans.
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Personally, I'm all for keeping her alive, as by the end of this she will be so thoroughly blown the fuck out that she'll wish we were so magnanimous as to allow her to chance to save face with a public execution.
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>>4556023
Calim counts! He's a brother to us. Grew up with us, lived with us.
>>4556024
Winning comes first. Then, the world. and our revenge for father's death.
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>>4555979
Family doesn't commit high treason against family, and while Archmages don't grow on trees, we have two archmages backing us already so we don't so desperately need another that we need to sacrifice our reputation for one. I'd argue that Cailm is closer to family than she is by this point.
>>4555999
First If I was hungry for blood in general then I would not have wanted to spare the furies. The only ones who's blood I'm currently lusting for are Oath's, Char's, Shell's and Gloam's. Gray gets a pass because if he wanted us dead we'd probably be dead by now. Frankly given TGs hatred of fur, I'm honestly suprised ya'll spared them.

Second at least one of the plans to kill us (the totem) came from Albeda. She treats her own followers like pawns; she sent that first wolf off with a suicide bomb he didn't know he had because she saw we might get close enough to him to catch us with it.

Finally I'm not totally against using her as dragon bait if we let her live, but marrying her off to the Ryds seems like we'd be giving our rivals a poisoned knife and then asking them to please not stab us with it when we have to turn around.
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>>4556035

There were a fair few reasons I made up my mind to spare the furriers from the wall and try to get them on our shit after finding out swaying them onto our end was an option.

1: Our fief is low on competent and experienced magi right now due to the disaster of the Cheillan War. No point in throwing away more powerful mages if we could help it, especially ones that can turn into giant wolves the size of horses iirc.

2: They will fill in an important slot in our magi ranks. Stormtongues are great in open warfare, especially at range, but are frailer in melee combat. Ditto our Shadowbinders, with the added capabilities of monster-making if need be. Our Smoke Sculptors are great at range damage and melee, but you need to prepare them ahead of time with bonfires and time to work their more complex spells. We have some Aqueous Diviners, but we could use some more. I don't think we have any Fleshsculptors in our banner yet, but they'll have uses for making creatures for specific tasks eventually. The Night Hunters work well in groups, reconnaissance and tracking efforts with their wolves, are well-trained in melee combat, and their one divination spell is really fucking good (Lets them see from overhead everywhere that the moonlight touches in an area). They need some prep with moonlight, distilled or direct, but even if their spells aren't working, they tend to be good at fighting due to the nature of their magic. They don't fire wolf beams or wolf arrows after all.

3: No point in risking causing bad blood in a not-minor amount of our people. Swampfolk aren't generally in the habit of killing their neighbours willy-nilly.
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>>4556035
Treating her followers like pawns is her problem, and she could've set off the totem when we first met the dude. She may be a bit of a bitch, but isn't a demon.

Plus, if Albeda married the Ryd, it'll be a direct threat to Ameranthe's rule, and if they duke it out, there would be a 50/50 chance of it being named the Absol mountains again.

In all honesty, marrying Albeda to the Ryds will only cause them more headaches than us.
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>>4556071
I'm not sure what Ryd you guys are planing to marry Albeda off to, Lord Ryd is aged and he has a single child hos daughter.
Are you suggesting we wed her to the Silver haired goat fucker himself? I'm not sure what his status is, he may be a single widower or perhaps they had complications having kids? Or maybe Ameranthe has several younger sisters?
But the way the silver goat breeder lord was talking he has no male family to inherit his province.
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>>4556071
Minor issue with that plan- only heir of Ryd we know of is a daughter. Might be some more extended family, but who knows.
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>>4556078
My point exactly.

I didn't think it up, nor would I want to do it, but it isn't a bad plan in of itself. Two birds with one stone, as the saying goes.
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>>4556078
Is there any reason that Goat-Lord's daughter wouldn't inherit?
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>>4556122
If Albeda kills her, she wouldn't.

Not advocating, just saying.
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>>4556078
>>4556071
>>4556083
>>4556089
>>4556122
>>4556130

DESU I'm actually not sure where I got the idea someone wanted to marry Albeda off to the Goat botherers. My bad.
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>>4556147

I uhhh... I did not type that DESU, wtf that was supposed to be a to be honest what the fuck
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>>4556149
It's just one of the word filters, that one has been around for quite a while.
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>>4556147
>>4556149
It's fine. And the same thing happens to me sometimes as well. I imagine the board recognizes key words and replaces them with other word. I don't know why.
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>>4556149
As expected of a newfag.
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>>4556157
I've been lurking around TG since back before QST was a thing. I'm just still finding new things to learn.
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>>4556166
baka desu senpai
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Game will be Wednesday night. Friday I'm attending a wedding rehearsal, so there probably won't be anything then, but the next time I run will be the trial, and the one after that probably the assault on the Well.
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>>4556183

Solid, catch ya then Wong.
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>>4556183
Best of luck on the rehearsal then, if I forget to mention it later. Night Wong.
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Interesting discussion, by the way. Of course, a lot depends on the small details of how you handle this.
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>>4556183
Weren't you just at a wedding and had an issue with the tailor losing your measurements for a suit?
Or was that a different QM...
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>>4556195

Nope, that was me. See, my younger brothers are fraternal twins, and like a lot of people with the epidemic going on they decided to get married. Both great girls, who they'd been dating for years, and the Covid gave them an excuse for a small, intimate, wholesomely casual wedding instead of the kind of big, showy, expensive one they couldn't afford but certain parts of the family expected. So yes, a short while ago the younger twin got married, and now the older twin is.
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>>4556200
Congrats to the happy couples then! Wish them the best.
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Now that I look at him he's not all that bad looking, huh, maybe it was just the knife ears that threw me off.
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>>4556206
Now this is true character growth.
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>>4556200
Good for them.
My own wedding ended up cancelled earlier this year because of Covid.
Majority of the In-laws were supposed to come over from Europe, so everything is currently just indefinitely postponed because the venues and junk wouldn't give us a full refund at the time so our option was really just to move it into the far flung future and hope shit is better then.....
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>>4556217
Rereading that "Good for them" suddenly feels super sarcastic given the rest of my post.
That was not my intention.
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>>4556217
I'm sorry to hear that mate. I hope the best will come to you.
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>>4556219

Ah, that sucks. Don't worry, I didn't read anything into it.
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>>4555962
+1
too many fucking simps in this quest
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>>4555962
Hard to argue with that.
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>>4556360
Nah bro, I am a total fuck simp, just for the shadere
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>>4556449

If I was trapped in a room with a goat-fucking thief and Albeda, with but only a loaded crossbow.

I'd fire that bolt into Albeda, then club her with the crossbow for good measure.
Always kill a traitor before an enemy.
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“No, don't.” You insist, a bit too quickly perhaps, but she doesn't seem to mind. She hesitates, looking at you as if trying to tell whether or not you're just being polite.

“You are not ugly.” You tell her simply, “Hiding such beauty behind a helm? Perish the thought.”

She turns very red, and smiles very, very broadly, doing as poor a job as possible of hiding her almost naive joy at the compliment, “My lord, surely...I...I am a monster, it is known, and...” She looks up at you. “I would hate to mar your reputation by speaking with you before others, and so...here I am.” There is a fragility to her expression, you can feel without needing to make any effort how hard she is trying, how clumsily, to pick out her words, to avoid embarrassing herself somehow. Yet, she did visit your chambers alone, in the middle of the night. With her armor on and her sword slung over her shoulder. As little as you know about proper noble manners, it's clear she knows far less.

Not that you give a damn, “You're wrong.” You tell her bluntly, without couching your words, “I know monsters. I've seen them, human and beast alike. Some work for me, some work against me, you may have heard one hooting and ribbiting if you passed near the stairs to the dungeons.”

She blinks, “Ribbiting?”

You nod, “Ribbiting.” You tell her the story of the attempt on your life, and she looks utterly fascinated and completely unsurprised at the same time.

Then she frowns, and crosses her arms, the expression sitting rather cutely on her face, “But why did she want to kill you? What have you done wrong? She didn't hate your father, right?”

You shrug, “I think I was just born. When she first came to the castle, things were alright, but one day she just...started finding reasons to hate me. The last time I exchanged words with her in person was the day my father named me his heir.” Not that there was any doubt he would.

She leans over and puts her hand on your arm, and says with words as heavy as an avalanche, “I was just born, too. You know the story of our founding, yes?” She smiles sadly, “That is the difference between us. Can you blame them, for hating me?”

>[No, but it's misguided!]
>[Yes, I can absolutely blame them!]
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>>4557049
>[Yes, I can absolutely blame them!]
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>>4557049

>[No, but it's misguided!]
>I can most certainly blame anyone who would perpetuate that misguidedness and use it as a weapon

Evening Wong
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>>4557049
>Yes, even though it's misguided.

Stories do not make facts, and generations of hate tend to twist tales so. I do not blame them for believing in false legends, but I do blame them for acting on them.
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>>4557049
>[No, but it's misguided!]
Sins of the past work their way into the present. Is our feud with the Ryds really any different? I suppose if we were willing to set it aside, but I doubt it.
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>>4557049

>[Yes, I can absolutely blame them!]

Jakob is likely self-aware enough to understand that we're not our ancestors. Might sound a bit hypocritical given the Swamp's relationships with Flame Dancers, the R*ds, and our own magi, but those are different. The Flame Dancers left, only to come back to usurp it for themselves. The R*ds flaunt their thievery without even attempting to atone for it. Our people are quarrelsome, grudge-bearing, and start issues sometimes for their own enjoyment, but at least they don't pretend that they're filled with higher ideals or chosen by the hands of the gods. It's refreshingly human.
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>>4557062
>Setting aside our ancient ancestral blood feud with the cursed goati fucking Ryds.
That would cost a literal mountain or one hell of a unifying marriage with more paranoid contracts and paperwork than all the kingdoms trade deals combined.
Or enough cheese to fill The Well Gloam is camping out in
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>>4557062
>>4557066

>I suppose if we were willing to set it aside, but I doubt it.

Maybe if they had truly changed their ways. Given that Londo tried to weasel in that we would be marrying into HIS bloodline and thus gain even more of traditional Absol lands is proof that it still runs deep within the Ryd family.
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>>4557049
>>[Yes, I can absolutely blame them!]
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>>4557066
Just drown him in milk, and we can curdle it in the caves.
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Hang on, let me clarify. The first option means that no, you can't blame them for hating her for the deeds of her ancestor but it's misguided. The second option means that yes, you can blame them for hating her for the deeds of her ancestor whether it's misguided or not.
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>>4557073
One day we will have enough (low quality, unfit to eat cheese as a byproduct of our cheese empire) cheese that instead of pouring boiling oil or pitch from our battlements it will be cauldrons of boiling molten cheese that we pour down onto our enemies.
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>>4557080
>>4557060
Ah if that's the case then let me swap my vote
>[Yes, I can absolutely blame them!]
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>>4557084

Shit, I can't into reading compjresion. Deleting this post when it's available.
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>>4557080
I don't really blame them, but I'm trying to bolster her confidence here. It wasn't her fault, but I don't want her to feel guilty over a past she couldn't control, even if it was real and not twisted for propaganda.
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>>4557049
>[Yes, I can absolutely blame them!]
They're the ones being prejudiced not her.
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“Of course I can blame them. It's not as if every member of your line since has been, say, a thief and a swindler like a certain other family I could name. Some might just be misguided, but others are surely using that misguidedness as a weapon to strike at you, and that, my lady, I will not permit.” You explain.

She smiles, looks down at her feet, and doesn't say anything at first. Then, eventually, she blurts out, “My father asked me...no, he told me, to live. So I'll do my best to. You're very kind, my lord.”

“To my detriment, sometimes. You, ah, know what's going on in my province, I trust? Why we're having the trial tomorrow?” You ask delicately.

She nods, “The person I came with, she explained on the way.”

She wasn't very specific, but once you spotted Hannah, spotting anyone else suspicious was easy with your guard up. Still, you don't press her on it. “Albeda thinks I'm weak.”

Hannah's eyes are a strange color, nearly purple, and she cocks her head to the side, “I don't think so. You didn't shiver even a little with that monster woman holding you captive.” Her voice softens a little, “You aren't hurt, are you? Let me see. Come here.” With an utter lack of regard for your dignity and proper mannerisms, but an utter wealth of gentle goodwill, she stands up, looming over you, and peers down to look at you.

>[Maintain your dignity]
>[Permit her to fuss over you]
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>>4557157
>[Maintain your dignity]
Though I wouldn't mind the fussing.
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>>4557157
>>[Permit her to fuss over you]
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>>4557157
>[Maintain your dignity]
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>>4557157
>Allow her fuss over you, but in a Lordly manner...
>And she wasn't a monster woman, she's an overly enthusiastic suiter.
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>>4557157

>[Maintain your dignity]

The only thing that was hurt was our pride. Love bites on the neck don't count.
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I'm willing to change from >>4557167 to supporting >>4557167.
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>>4557172
Damn I'm dumb. You get what I mean.
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>>4557157
>[Permit her to fuss over you]

try not to gawk, gawk hard.
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Oof, my connection is not liking me tonight. I'll finish this up at some point tomorrow, the votes are pretty much done and it's just a bit of talking. People seemed deadset on helping her, so I'll move forward with that assumption, if that's alright?
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>>4557233
Yea, that's fine. Night Wong.
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>>4557233
That works for me
Gonna get to show off our big Military brain to the other provinces, (And maybe woo a giant waifu as a bonus)
Hopefully your internet gets its shit together soon.
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>>4557233
Yes. We'll get to the trial and execution next session then?
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>>4557233

Sounds alright there Wong. Have a good one!
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>[Maintain Dignity]

Definitely happy with how this is turning out so far, Hannah a good
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>>4557157
>[Maintain your dignity]
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>>4557157
>[Maintain your dignity]
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>>4557157
>[Permit her to fuss over you]
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>>4557167
Supporting. She’s very motherly for an giant Amazon
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>>4557157
>>[Maintain your dignity]
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>>4557157
>“Of course I can blame them. It's not as if every member of your line since has been, say, a thief and a swindler like a certain other family I could name
that's some calls A cognitive dissonance right there Eyeboy
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>>4557439
*grade A
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>>4557439
A bit of hypocrisy and favoritism never hurt anyone, right
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So when do we encounter this world's Fantasy version of the Stig?
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Did the Beer goblins take out Wong again?
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>>4558469
Probably got kidnapped by the wedding party
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>>4558469
hangover 4
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>>4558032
>"My lord, the dragon has left the mountainrange"
>"Excellent! Did our superior Ryd men-at-arms finally make the beast rethink its foolish conquest of MY RIGHTFUL (NOT STOLEN!!!) LANDS?HONHONHONHONHON"
>"Uuh, no sire. A knight errant came riding up to it, and just jumped onto its back"
>"So this knight scared it away then? Send him here so that i may reward him with ethically sourced gold from MY mountain (rightful property of the Ryd bloodline, do not steal)"
>"You don't understand, my lord! The knight rode away ON the dragon"
>"I-WHAT!? BUT MUH TREASURE!! I need to spend my gold!!!"
>"The men saw him do a barrel roll as he flew towards the horizon, before making a sick turn around the mountaintop"
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Spent some time looking for an appropriate look for our smoke armor. First went to Witch-King of Angmar for art, considering our Eye of Sauron sigil, but the helmet spikes threw me off a ton, so I found this one from somewhere else. Not the biggest fan of the skull helm, but it's got a sick censer. (Chain might be a little long)
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>>4559577
I like the black hazy look
And besides can we ever have a censor too big? As long as we can keep it lit and lift it easily, it's perfect right?
One day we will either have a mount or familiar that produces fire and smoke.
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>>4559813
>And besides can we ever have a censor too big?
If it gets too big they might think we're compensating for something
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>>4559868
We are
A lack of noble social skills
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Is Wong kill?
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>>4560498
I always knew marriage would kill him in the end. I just never expected it to be his brother's.
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>>4559577
Alright well I loved your idea so much I decided to tackle it with my absolute garbage tier photo editing skills. BEHOLD.
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>>4560772
Gnarly. Good work anon.
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>>4560772
Beautiful
It has big Zaku energy
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>>4560908
see I wasn't aiming for a Cylon but.... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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>>4560920
I could see that
Either way
Better than I could do
Well done
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>>4560772

Can we get a paperdoll of that for one more point of exp?
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>>4560772

Fucking A Anon, good work. Looks great for the fights in the future.

>>4560953

Ask and ye shall receive.
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>>4560772

Also, just had to mention that I was struck by how we must look like a horrible, antagonistic tyrant out of a storybook tale compared to our neighbours.

>wears close full-plated armour, wreathed in smoke with a blazing eye as our sigil.
>carries a censor stuffed to the brim with irritating and noxious fumes from mysterious plants of dubious provenance.
>martial army is dour soldiers in dull maille and long bill-hooks.
>magi are either lightning-spitting sorcerers, smoke sculptors who tend to giant blazes in war, shadowbinders who raise the dead in times of need, and howling moon-worshipping heretics who turn into giant wolves.
>keeps monsters in the dungeons of his castle for future uses.
>said castle is surrounded by razor-sharp thorns that hunt for gaps in your armour on it's own.
>the people who live there are scattered wide in isolated villages, with random cabals of magi hiding in the bogs for their own devices.

Compared to the bright and generous armies of the R*ds, the noble knights of Ledo, the merchant marines of Gwelm, the noble savages of Galdynfyrgenbach, or the mysterious rangers who patrol the Schwaltzwood, we must seem like textbook villain material. You'd almost think it was us who may be behind the misfortunes of the realm instead of that oily Ralf to our south or the goat-fuckers if you didn't know jack-shit about how much the Absols marched to the realms defense against foreign threats. So glad we managed to swing for the swamps instead of the mountains in the first thread.
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>>4561003
The Absols are the Kingdoms shield, buffeted and worn till naught but its raw impenetrable steel was exposed, its Heraldry blasted and eroded away till just a single blazing eye remains.
And yet after centuries of war and conflict it stands tall in defiance of all those threats both external and internal that would dare raise their arms against the realm.
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>>4560953

Er what I mean is, a version with the hit boxes on it.
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>>4561043
For a different take on it:
The king is has abandoned his duties. As the provinces war with internal rebellions, beasts ravage the land, and secret cults arise unseen, the palace is silent, with no royal decrees passing the gates. The nobles of the capitol squabble amongst each other, grasping for power, unconcerned with the troubles of the far away provinces. The land calls for a new ruler, to rise up, quell the dissidents, and bring security to the frontier.

>>4561003
So what you're saying is that we should be expecting a Hero to come wandering through shortly to aid the poor distraught hot girl whose seat of power was usurped by a the evil overlord, and even now plots her death?
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>>4561198

I mean, that's likely what Char thought of herself. Not her fault this wasn't just like one of her yurifag Eastern Flame Dancer woodcuts. The real world is much more complicated in nature, and there's beauty in the twisted trees in the swamps if you know where to look.
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>>4561198
Oh god
Don't even joke about wandering Heros joining the "rebels" side against the establishment...
This is how we end up accidentally killing/executing one of the Captial Nobel's sons.......
You better not be taking notes Wong.
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>>4560986
Thanks man! I'm feeling a lot better about how it turned out, I'm glad you guys seem to like it.
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>>4560986
>>4561242
Ye, it's glorious mates. You have my thanks.

>>4561212
>literally tried to storm the storm the keep and fight the evil overlord for her fair maiden
>gets so rekt she gets put in the dungeons and gets forgotten about like the other mooks
>played too many jrpgs

This theory make too much sense. Really makes you wonder what level her Mental Gymnastics skill is at to reach her levels of delusion.
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>>4561212
>>4561457
Watch Char be the daughter of someone with enough station to be able to raise a stink in the Captial.
She had enough station to end up as some nobles Magical Babysitter after all.
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>>4561483
Your probably more right than not. Why are all these self-proclaimed 'heroes' spoiled brats? You'd think their parents would try to raise them properly...
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>>4561501
Adventurers are people who don't have to learn a traditional profession and develop their skills around running around in caves and killing things while getting drunk whenever possible.
It's pretty much every irresponsible twenty year old's dream job, so it's no surprise that they are among the most imbalanced and immature people you could run across.
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Anyone mind telling me where the rest of MSPQ is archived? I've read up until thread 106 on suptg, and can't find the rest. Is it under a different name?
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>>4561532
That's all there is unfortunately.
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>>4561545
That's a shame. Thanks anyways, man.
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next run when?
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>>4563967

Friday. Although the thread is going up today.
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>>4564094

New thread up!



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