>>4801139
>Man/Humanoid
hate to go generic but the idea of passing on rule is too appealing to me

>>4801139
>Man/Humanoid
Cause I like the chance of playing generations and not having OP powers that some characters may have.

>>4801154
I will say it can also be done with Monsterous. However Humanoid is the easiest to do without issues.

>>4801139
>>Man/Humanoid

>>4801139
>Undead King

>>4801139
>>Man/Humanoid
>Generic, yes, but that also means you have everything a man could want. A realm to call your own, possibly a family line to rely upon, and lastly the fate to go fight some Orcs. Remember that depending on your choices, you might end up having a few shen

Humanoid
>>4801154
>>4801155
>>4801256
>>4801466

Undead King!
>>4801344

Lots of people here today, which is expected since its summer and you all have a hell of a lot more time. Normally I would not be this quick on the draw, but this is also character creation.

You shall be part of the Humanoids, which in itself is a simple kind but not completely. There are a variety of humanoids, ranging from Elves to Man to Dwarves. Actually that is about it really, unless you all want to be Rulers of the Halfling/Gnome Duchies.

So, lets figure out your race of Humanoids.

>Race of Man
General, but also simple and expansive. You rule over the temperate planes of the world or the far my treacherous north. Eitherway, you are all of mankind and there are a good amount of you. Let it be King or Duke, you shall face challenges both within and outside of your realm.

>Dwarves, Lords of the Mountain
Hail, Mountain Lords. Within the mountain’s greatest peaks you reside, ruling over the numerous battle hosts and blacksmiths. The technology you wield is greater than any other, however your kind would rather remain in their mountains to harvest more gold and ore. You also can’t walk across the plains very well, so there is that. Then again you have enough fighting in the mountains ranging from the beasts, rats, goblins, and those who have wronged you.

>Elves, the perfect race.
Elves. These creatures are the forever guardians of the world, or atleast that is what they want you to think. Most would rather reside in their woods or citadels than go out and fight a good fight. However with that, there is always the chance of a wayward king desiring more than just his slot in life.

>Halfling
Of look, you get to eat all day. Lets move on.

>Demi-Humans
For all you furries out there, you can finally be a Neko. Keep in mind you are ruling over a state of animal people, many of whom have only just become ‘civilized’ within the last 100 years. So enjoy trying to tame these beastly people, for they like to bite the hand that feeds them.

>>4801538
>Race of Man
Vikings/Saxons QM?

>>4801600
Yes, you can be vikings/saxons. That will be the next choice then we start the childhood.

>>4801600
why not the gauls, havging YET ANOTHER viking is kinda boring, don't you feel?

>>4801608
You never asked before if Gaul, Mongols, or such were available. I plan to give ya atleast 3 choices for the next selection.

Anyways, you guys can always civilize if you pick these. Civilizing and having a real domain is kinda every viking king's dream.

>>4801538
>>Race of Man

>>4801615
i just hope it'll be more original then generic viking

>>4801608
>>4801631
Why stop at gauls? We shall become Goths!

>>4801615
Memeing aside though QM I have no preference honestly. Just been on a LOTR and crusader kings kick recently

>>4801692
Oh I can see why, While we could go Middle Age Kingdoms but its pretty reasonable for you all to become Barbarian Humans and set it in the ages between an old empire and Fuedalism. Just you guys are defiantly fighting Orcs.

>>4801538
>Race of Man

>>4801698
Fighting Orcs? What do you mean anon? We're going to befriend them hopefully showing our might enough that they respect us and become the strongest of the Clans in the wild and harsh North

Race of Man
>>4801742
>>4801630
>>4801600

>>4801538

>Elves, the perfect race.

Don't see many Elven civ or dynasty quests so I hope this will be one of them

The Race of Man, a varied but powerful people who would either will or have inherited the earth from the civilizations of Dwarf and Elf. However the question becomes when and where do you want does the first in a grand dynasty start up?

>Become the Barbarians of the West
The age of Elf and Dwarf are coming to an end, as rumor has it that the Capital of the Elvish Grand City has been pillaged by fellow barbarians. Your Migration has led you to these plentiful lands, as the dreadful Orcs and their Warbosses have finally grown stronger than your people. Will you revage the empires of old, or become the stalwart against the rising greentide?

>Feudal man
Mankind has settled, leaving behind their barbaric ways so that they may grow in both population and power. However the dreadful greenskins of the East will never stop coming and that things are stirring in the dread-deserts

>Renaissance
Magic and Steel have advanced far enough that the nation-states have been formed. With fire and steel you can take revenge against the Greenskins or send your men to the new age of discovery!

>>4801811
>Become the Barbarians of the West

>>4801811
>Renaissance
Magic and Steel have advanced far enough that the nation-states have been formed. With fire and steel you can take revenge against the Greenskins or send your men to the new age of discovery!

GUNBLADES! FUCK YEAH!

>>4801811
>Become the Barbarians of the West

>>4801811
>>Become the Barbarians of the West

>>4801811
>Become the Barbarians of the West

Barbarians of the West (Should be east but oh well)
>>4801817
>>4801821
>>4801844
>>4801872

Renaissance
>>4801819

Ah, you want to become the dreadful Barbarians that destroyed the Empires of old. Thus I ask of you, what of your Birth?

>First in line, a planned birth
>Third in line, a planned birth
>A child of a Concubine
>An inbred child who was not planned.

>>4801912
>First in line, a planned birth

>>4801912
>First in line, a planned birth

>>4801912
>First in line, a planned birth

>>4801912
>A child of a Concubine
Hard mode let's gooo.

>>4801912
>>A child of a Concubine

>>4801912
>A child of a Concubine

>>4801912
>Third in line, a planned birth

Hope QM doesn't pussy out and there's some proper rape and pillage, barbarian style.

>>4801912
Also,
>First in line, a planned birth

>>4801912
>A child of a Concubine
Mama was a bitch but she aint raised one lessgooo

Concubine
>>4801959
>>4801975
>>4801991
>>4802013
>>4802045

Legitament Birth
>>4801941
>>4801945
>>4801948
>>4802038

Third in line
>>4802013

>>4801912
>Third in line, a planned birth

Based on the Results, Imma go with Concubine since it makes more sense for the start of a Dynasty.

Mankind, the race of people who forever wonder the lands of both barbarism and the civilized world. They are unable to breed with the two greater species of Dwarf and Elf, with such a union only creating the infertile offspring of halfbreed. Once they were fine wondering the cold and dreadful lands of the East. The older men remember the times where they were surrounded by forest, food was plentiful, and there was a little privacy if a man and his wedded wanted to have some fun.

Those days are long gone however, the feeling of destitute upon the backs of every man, woman, and child. Forced out of their Siberian forests by the dreadful Greenskins, man has found itself in a region utterly alien to their flesh.

However it was soon realized the benefits, where their flesh would not be battered by the long winters and the numerous cities filled with food and treasure.

However those are not of your concern, for us being above all watch a small hut crafted from sticks and muck.

“Things are not looking good, Hardrock.” The old elf said as she looked over the labouring woman, “Your concubine has already given up. Soon her body will follow, and you will lose both her and the child.”

“That is not what I brought you here to say, Hag.” The man quickly backslapped the elf with a sneer in his voice, “I have seen your damnable magics work upon the soldiers, why can you not save her!?”

“I… I am sorry but she is not an Elf! Our people may not have many children, but we are much more healthy than you monkeys!”

“Damn you!” With a rage the man picked the slave up and threw her onto the ground, “Is the Child within her still alive?”

“Y-yes, but you should not do it! A child who is not birthed is cursed!” The elf yelled while wrapping herself around the man’s arm, “To do so is the greatest taboo of all!”

“I do not care for your beliefs or Gods, wench!” And with a slice of the arm the sword cleaved right through the elf’s left breast, “I am in charge here, and I have the final say!”

The large man marched forward, with the eyes of the village woman all watching. With a cleave of his sword, he released the woman's belly and blood came gushing out. He knew his way around the bronze dagger he held, so the man swiftly released the womb that was suppose to carry an unborn child within it.

He reached in, and removed the child born of a dead mother who was not birthed.

“Stupid little creature, you are.” He sneered while holding it within his hands, “Best show you to your Father before he is angry about his fuck toy.”

The door was slammed open, the cold air brushing against the baby. The only reason he stayed alive was because of the still warm blood of his mother. They were not out long, soon returning to the small cabin where a man turned annoyed.

“What happened to her?” He asked with a modest worry in his throat.

“She is dead, brother.” The man said annoyed while placing the child upon the table, “I carved out your child though, if that means anything to you.”

“Damn it, and she was my favorite.” The man said while looking over the child, “This damnable spawn killed her?”

“Do you want me to dispose of him? The wolves are still hungry ever since we ran out of Orc Meat.”

“No, he is the child of those Slyks. They might still raid with us if we keep the kid around.” The man looked at the baby who was upon the table, “Which means he needs a name.”

>Name your host.

As in name the child, since I just realized host is another name for a tribe.

>>4802160
Gor?

>>4802160
Aldriborinn (neverborn in old norse)?

>>4802181
+1

>>4802180
+1 because i can't stand norse fags

>>4802495
Why? Now we had to wait for a tie breaker.

I'll change mine to go with Aldriborinn if we can anglicized it a bit. I came up wiht Gor cuz I was being lazy. I kinda sounds gay now that i think about it.

Why don't you come up with a better name?

Alaric (for the famed Goth)

>>4802519
yea why not?

>>4802519
Kay +1 this

>>4802180
Disregard.

FCUK CK3 CK2 FUCK

Neverborn
>>4802181
>>4802185

Alaric
>>4802519
>>4802587
>>4802606

>>4802181
+1

“How about Alaric.” The brother suggested as he manhandled the child’s face.

“Everyone’s ruler?” the father looked at his brother with a set of narrowing eyes, “This thing is a child of a now dead concubine, why give him such a powerful name?”

“I think its a good one,” The brother laughed with a devilish grin, “Its in the tongue of those damned Slyks, so if they claim we are not treating their little spawn right than we can just point to him having such a name.”

“And this is why you are my advisor, Hector.” The Chief laughed while waving his hand, “Now get him out of my sight. Stridder is still wet isn’t she?”

“You’re right, she probably has enough milk in there for two kids.” Hector answered with a devilish laugh.

“Get going ya git.” The Father ordered with a wave of the hand, “You know the Orcs will be at our doorstep by week’s end.”

And like that time went by like the wind for Alaric, the child of a minor Chieftain. Once he learned how to walk, Alaric would swear that he was never off of them. Such a young child, and while he saw a few of his kin drop dead from all the walking he kept on moving with the tribe.

“Are we finally done moving!?” Alaric announced as he felt his feet quak underneath him.

“Just about, child.” The concubine known as Stridder answered as they were climbing down a small range of mountains.

“You crying Alaric?” a child from Stridder’s shoulders yelled out with a smile.

“Not yet Hespert.” Alaric responded towards his half-brother, “You’re the one who gets a ride.”

“Stop it you two, I don’t want to hear your pestering any more.” Stridder announced as they came upon a small open field. Several men and women were working already, setting their small tents and huts up, “Thank the Gods we have made it.”

Alarick looked about as people were starting their work, with several men making their way towards the perimeter to secure everything. Of course there was the first place being set up, the hut belonging to their Clan’s Chief and his father. However off to the side of all that, near the pond, was the Shaman who guided them to this location.

>Go check out the guards
>See how papa is doing
>meet the Clan’s hag

>>4803164
>See how papa is doing

>>4803164
>>Go check out the guards

>>4803164
>meet the Clan’s hag

>>4803164
>meet the Clan’s hag

>>4803164
>>See how papa is doing

>>4803174
+1

>>4803164
>meet the Clan’s hag

>>4803164
>See how papa is doing

>>4803164
>>See how papa is doing

Papa
>>4803174
>>4803260
>>4803276
>>4803468
>>4803478

Hag
>>4803239
>>4803254
>>4803433

Guards
>>4803225

“I’ll be back!” Alaric yelled while running off into the crowd of working people.

“You, tsk.” Was about all a response Stridder gave as she watched the little boy get himself into who knows what.

Alaric was of course amazed as all children are at the speed of construction. He had himself at the side watching as men were barking out orders and getting the central hut placed back up. Ontop that hut was of course the symbol of their clan, a singular tooth from what was once a great monster. Legend says that it once belonged to a Dragon, and Alaric believed every word of it.

“So this is where you were hiding, you damned kid.” the child felt the collar of his shirt lift as he was pulled off the ground and was now face to face with a gruff looking man, “Stridder said you ran off, but why the heck are you here?”

“I-I was just wanting to see Father.” The child admitted struggling against his clothing, “L-let me down!!”

“Hmph, dreadful little spawn.” The big man said while dropping him, “My brother is probably already inside, you were just too dumb to notice him.”

The man said that, taking a few steps before looking back with an annoyed expression, “You coming or not kid?”

“Yes yes, I’m coming!” The kid quickly went behind the rather large man before falling in line.

Soon they crossed through the halls, seeing the place already lit with a warm fireplace that burned with a calm fury. Within the room the people all sat around the fire, “So how far away from the greenskins are we?”

“We should not see them for at least five winters.” one of the men answered with a small laugh, “The Tonkeries are next in line and they are a stubborn bunch.”

“Better them than us.” Another fellow said with a small laugh, “Eh Orion?”

The men all turned towards the largest man in the room, the one who was also Alaric’s father, “Yes, and if we are lucky they might even kill the warboss.”

There were a few laughs about the room, though Alaric could not help but feel they were shallow. Somehow he knew the likelihood of this warboss actually being killed was low.

“Orion.” The man who brought Alaric in called out, “I found your spawn hanging outside the hut, what you want me to do with him.”

The Father’s brows were raised as he looked over to see Alaric’s childish face. He gave a small gruff and a shaking of the head, “Just toss the fucker out of here. Why the hell did you bring him in here Hector?”

“Because I thought it would be good for you to talk to him.” Hector said with a sinister smile plastered across his face, “Come on, he's right here.”

“I said toss him out damn it, before I do it myself!” Orion burned with a wave of the hand.

>Demand that Alaric stays!
>Be kicked out, but maybe stalk the meeting instead
>Just leave, such a damning father

>>4803675
>Demand that Alaric stays!

>>4803675
>Be kicked out, but maybe stalk the meeting instead

>>4803675
>>Demand that Alaric stays!

>>4803691

>>4801811
>>Renaissance lost

that's pretty gay

>>4803675
>>Be kicked out, but maybe stalk the meeting instead

>>4803675
>Be kicked out, but maybe stalk the meeting instead

Kicked out
>>4803719
>>4803899
>>4804243

Demand you stay
>>4803841
>>4803805
>>4803691

Well judging by the looks it would have been a tie, but someone forgot their greentext.

“Well thats a good way to treat your son.” Hector joked with a smirk on his face.

“You’re the fool who brought him in here, so get him out.” The Father demanded with a small bit of fury in his voice.

“Fine fine, come on kid.” The man beckoned to Alaric with a smirk on his face.

For the kid, this kind of thing was kinda expected. So he followed the other outside of the small hut. The man gave another laugh before patting Alaric on the head, “Don’t feel that down, kid. Your Father is just an ass.”

“But he only treats me like that.” The kid ached with a small pout.

“Yeah well he loved your mother a little too much.” He laughed before walking away, “Anyways kid, get your ass back to Stridder. Got it?”

“Yeah, I got it.” The kid answered with a small smile upon his face.

The man, maybe either fooled or knowingly let the kid do as he wanted, left him alone. With a small kid alone next to the hut. With the chance given, the kid quickly got his way around and to a small pile of sacks. With a push of all his strength, the kid lifted one of the bags out of the way, placing it so it would completely cover him from the outside.

With a smirk on his face, he wiggled a few twigs apart to get himself a view of the inside once more.

“So, what are the Clows doing?” One of the men asked with a grown, “What do they think of our little move?”

“Back when I talked to the High Chief, he was a little ticked off we were leaving so soon.” Orion said with a furrow on his brow.

“Does he really expect us to fight the Greenskins? Why we lost half of our men only a few years ago.” Another advisor said with a small worry in his voice.

“And he would say that we deserve it.” The oldest of the men said with a growl, “If he does call upon us, we will need to answer. His Council is tied up around his finger.”

Time went by, and Alaric listened to what they were saying. Such a thing of course became sort of a daily ritual after this, since the hole was now made the Child always returned to it. No one seemed to really care when he was missing, probably because he was only the child of a concubine.

Well, that did not mean he did not have fun!

>He has been hanging out with his half brother, Hespert!
>Wondering the woods has been a prefered past time
>Playing pranks of the adults was all in good fun!

>>4804510
>Wondering the woods has been a prefered past time

>>4804510
>He has been hanging out with his half brother, Hespert!
>Wondering the woods has been a prefered past time

Need to get exercise and make frens.

>>4804510
>>He has been hanging out with his half brother, Hespert!
>>Wondering the woods has been a prefered past time

>>4804510
>>He has been hanging out with his half brother, Hespert!
>>Wondering the woods has been a prefered past time

>>4804510
>Wondering the woods has been a prefered past time

>>4804510
>He has been hanging out with his half brother, Hespert!
>Wondering the woods has been a prefered past time

>>4804510
>>He has been hanging out with his half brother, Hespert!

>>4804510

>Playing pranks of the adults was all in good fun!

“Come on, Alaric, thats cheating.” Hespert said as he looked up at tree.
“Why would you call this cheating? You’re the fool who can’t get up here.” The Alaric joked as he swinged ontop of a mighty branch.
“Tsk,” Was about all Hespert could say against his halfbrother.
Currently they were playing tag, and of course Hespert was ‘it’. Situations like this, while uncommon, happened frequently enough for Hespert to get angry. Though the kid could only blame himself, since he usually was the one who drove the other up a tree.
With a smile Alaric called out, “So does this mean you surrender?”
“Grr, yeah I do.” Hespert admitted while raising his hands, “Now get down before Stridder gets angry.”
“Like she would care that much.” The black haired rascal admitted as he dropped from the tree. The other did not say anything, since he was honestly a little confused how the other was always so nonchalant about his situation.
However as he reached the ground a subtle wind went by the boys, a small shiver going up their backs as they looked up to see parts of a grey sky.
“I don’t like this wind.” Hespert admitted as he turned around and pointed, “We should get ourselves back to the village.”
“Yeah, lets go.” Alaric could not help but agree with his half-brother before both of them sprinted away.
As they ran the small bit of misery ran in Alaric’s heart. The sense that something either dumb or bad was about to happen haunting behind him. He was however too focused on that, to notice the arm left out to clothesline him.
“Guh!!” He yelled as his feet flew from underneath him.
“Nice one Czech.” A boy off to the side said as he gave a laugh.
“He did not see it coming.” The one who nailed Alaric laughed with a small bellow.
The injured child rubbed his nose for a moment, then the back of his head as he slowly rose. There were three boys around him, and no sign of Hespert near him.
“Little ol’ Ric got himself a bo-bo.” The largest of them said as he walked towards Alaric, “Now what are you going to do about it?”
>Punch the kid straight in the face
>Cry like the kid you are
>Swear vengeance upon him and his descendants!

>>4805627
>>Punch the kid straight in the face
you forgot your name QM

>>4805671
Well I am doing this off my phone. Also the reason the formating for this update is shit, because its a gamble if it formated itself or not.

>>4805627
>>Punch the kid straight in the face
Then punch it again and punch the other two for good measure as well

>>4805627
>Punch the kid straight in the face
but also, I would like to use this punch in the face of that kid to run pass him and his friends and go to look out for Hespert. That he was a second ago here and then dissapeared is a little worrying

>>4805627
>>Punch the kid straight in the face
and then flip him the bird

>>4805627
>Punch the kid straight in the face
Stomp on their feet, punch them in the face as they recoil and reach for their foot. Then run like fuck.

Punch him in the face!
>>4805671
>>4805740
>>4805816
>>4805900
>>4805976

Alaric felt pain in the back of his head, but that did not stop him as he quickly got off his feet and pulled back his arm. The punch was quickly sailing towards the fellow, however before the punch was easily caught in the bully’s hand.

“You call that a punch, ya bastard?” He laughed before taking a fist right to Alaric’s face, “Do you even know who I am?”

“HEYAAA!” The smaller child responded, which was met with a punch to the face.

“Fucking idiot, why the fuck does Father keep you around.” The large child growled before picking Alaric up and making sure they were face to face, “I am Pol, first born to Father and his first wife. You, Ric, are below me.”

“N-no.” Alaric responded before quickly taking his childish arm and throwing it at the young teen’s face. However the hit did nothing, just bouncing off his face as he gave another growl.

“Disrespectful piece of shit.” He said before taking Alaric and punting him like a football.

He went flying for a few feet, settling down in a muddy ditch as the other kids laughed.

“Thats what you get for going against the best!” Czech called out while sticking his tongue out.

“Come on guys, lets go.” The third kid said before turning his back, “We’ll be missed for dinner.”

“Alright Ukr, of course you would never want to miss mother’s cooking.” Pol said before running off with the other boys.

Yup, those were the three brothers, Alaric cursed himself as he slowly got up. Inseparable as always, they were all slotted to get positions on the council once Orion passes way. With such privileges, they get the most amount of concubines and of course are to be leaders in the militia.

And Alaric hated them already.

>Turn that anger into strength, he shall not be bullied like that again.
>Pay them no heed, best just avoid them from here onwards.
>Scheme, scheme their demise!

>>4806500
>>Pay them no heed, best just avoid them from here onwards.
but should they try and fuck with us we answer in kind, we are not going to be easy prey for them

>>4806500
>>Turn that anger into strength, he shall not be bullied like that again.
>>Scheme, scheme their demise!

>>4806500
>Turn that anger into strength, he shall not be bullied like that again.
>Scheme, scheme their demise!

>>4806500
>Turn that anger into strength, he shall not be bullied like that again.
>Pay them no heed, best just avoid them from here onwards.

We get stronger and just wait for the moment to beat the shit out of the three and show how WE . ARE. THE. BEST

And how they fucking SUCK

Anger is the best motivator
>>4806860
>>4807122
>>4807201

Pay them no heed
>>4806602

As he rose from the mud and muck, Alaric could still feel a subtle anger building in his heart. It was a nasty anger, one where he would not easily forgive these boys for what they have done. However, looking at his hand he knew he could never defeat them the way he was now.

He would need to get stronger.

So he started on his way back towards home, a small headache growing as he walked. Even as a child the punches have done their damage, and at such a young age you never know what it could do to the body. Even from days and weeks after this, he would feel the pain throbbing where his head meets his neck.

“A-are you alright!?” Hespert called out as he quickly got out from behind a tree.

“You were watching?” Alaric growled as he walked past his half brother.

“Sorry but I can’t help you fight them.” Hespert said while frowning, “Come on, lets get you to Mother.”

So the two boys walked, and time went by. However that anger never really went away.

Every day he would run around and play, however he felt he should be doing more to prepare. Unlike Hespert, Alaric ran until he was tired and weak. However that weakness was going away as spring came around. However that pain on his neck was still here, never going away as he traveled. The boys would of course come at him again and again, making that pain more of a symbol of his anger at the teens.

Being a Youth of about ten years, Alaric was given the chance to start working. No one seemed to care where he wondered, either not thinking they had the authority to boss a child of the chief or not caring what he did. Thus the question became what he would work?

>Go out hunting for some beasts
>Help building structures in the village
>Steal a sword and practice combat in secret
>Find a way to get high, you deadbeat

>>4807252
>>Steal a sword and practice combat in secret

>>4807252
>Help building structures in the village
We first start to lift and move heavy shit a place to another, and when we have enough strenght we shall start with the sword

Also, I don't think stealing one is the best idea. Best case scenario we get our shit beaten, worst case scenario Father or someone is going to cut a finger or something. Let's remember we are part of a barbarian tribe and being the bastard son of a comcubine, we are low in the tribe and we shouldn't be doing things like that

>>4807252
>>Help building structures in the village

>>4807252
>Go out hunting for some beasts
>Steal a sword and practice combat in secret

Try and get a kill with our sword on a beast. It will help us hunt down the half blood beasts we hate.

>>4807359
>>4807252
You got a point, and building stuff requires us to talk to people and work with others thus giving us a chance to make more friends and allies.

I'll add
>Help building structures in the village
We can build strength and connections, being a kid alone in the wild is dangerous.

>>4807252
>>4807359
Support

>>4807252
Supporting this:
>>4807359

>>4807359
+1

>>4807359
+1

Practice War
>>4807342

Build the Village
>>4807359
>>4807510
>>4807557
>>4807820
>>4808027
>>4808033
>>4808066

>>4807544
>>4807557

I'll tell you this, don't bother doing more than one thing in this quest. There are specific reasons I segregate choices, and choosing ALL OF THE ABOVE is dumb.

Honestly he really just wanted to go off and do his own thing, but the boy knew that he was going to regret any choices like that later. However that did not mean he was going to be useless, and within a few months he was lifting sacks and logs around the camp.

“Little bit more kid.” The foreman said as he stood with a pair of logs on his shoulders, “Alright, drop it.”

Alaric soon gave, dropping his log onto the ground with a loud smack. He panted for a moment, obviously worn from carrying just the one log. The man next to him only laughed as he wielded some rope, “This is what happens when you try and carry more than you can kid. Maybe stick with sacks.”

“I-ugh… I’ve felt worse!” Alaric championed before falling on the ground.

“AHAHA!” The Foreman could not help but laugh as the other men brought logs, “Kid, don’t change.”

Alaric watched as the man took some twine and started to tie several of the logs together. Soon the logs were set up in a cross fashion, which was just a barricade just in case attackers were to come. Just as everyone else's was thrown together, the log he brought over was mixed with the rest.

“Still, to think a Chief’s Son would be out here working with us.” One of the other men called out with a snicker, “All the others are either still sucking their mother’s teat or training by the sword right?”

“Yeah, I can’t really say I like the new generation. Kids never knew the real winters we came from.” An older man of the group called out.

“Speakin’ of winters, once we are done here how about we head out for a drink.” The Foreman called out with a smile, “That includes you kid, you worked so you get the reward.”

>Head out drinking with the workers
>Nah, rather go play with Hespert
>Decline, then start making sure Alaric is strong enough to lift TWO LOGS!!!

>>4808093
>Nah, rather go play with Hespert
maybe we can get to strategise on how to get payback on mr "i am superior"

>>4808093
>Head out drinking with the workers

>>4808093
>>Head out drinking with the workers
Show them that we a Leader of the people

>>4808093
>Head out drinking with the workers

>>4808093
>Decline, then start making sure Alaric is strong enough to lift TWO LOGS!!!

>>4808093
>Head out drinking with the workers.

As another anon said, be the champion of the people. That'll show that firstborn uppity shit.

>>4808093
>Head out drinking with the workers

>>4808093
>Head out drinking with the workers

>>4808107
I got an idea.... How about we try and tempt Hespert into the path of the warrior, and he takes up a sword. And we get to practice with him on the down low, maybe he can get us a sword too and we could be sparing partners.

We can tempt him when he asks us why we're doing this we say we want to get stronger and not get pushed around or hide when the bullies pick on you or me. Maybe throw in a jab like I'll be a man sooner than everyone else my age at this rate, etc.

>>4808093
>Head out drinking with the workers
We're starting to gain respect, the best we can do is build up more of our relations with the builders because is the first time they want to includes us in their group, Then! The other day we can gently decline the drinks and keep practicing in lifting two logs, and who know? Maybe one of the builders give us tips and all that.

>>4808378
Hespert is still to young at this age, idk if they can or will show him how to build a sword yet, but we can convince him to join us and later when his old enough he stars to train with the sword.

>>4808411
Well Ithink alot of kids trained with heavy wooden swords heavier than actual swords to build strength and when they picked up the real thing it wasn't as hard for them to swing. If all else fails we can borrow a knife from our workplace and carve both of us a pair of swords.

Hespert
>>4808107

Drink with the men!!
>>4808114
>>4808118
>>4808140
>>4808158
>>4808188
>>4808378
>>4808411

“Yeah, damn it lets get going!” The men called out before walking their way towards a large cabin.

Within the cabin was a series of vases and wooden things, each with their own original look to themselves. To Alaric he could not really believe they were all together since they all looked to bizzare against the others. Like for one it was a large wooden tub with metal wound around it. Others looked to be contained in ornate vases, almost otherworldly in their look.

“Alright, we going for Elven or Dwarf shit?” The Foreman called out as he got to the counter.

“Give us the Dwarf shit, those Elves can’t make their shit strong enough.” One of the men called out while furnishing a couple of glasses.

“Alright, just don’t break anything tonight you dumbasses.” The Foreman laughed while taking a small pick and striking the barrel with it.

At the wound, it started to flow a dark brown liquid. However unlike what Alaric expected, the man happily brought their mugs to the font and filled their glasses up to the brim.

“Nice nice, don;t forget to get a glass for the kid.” The Foreman called out as the men got their filling.

A slightly intimidated Alaric received a mug full of the stuff. He saw everyone else drinking it, and gingerly picked up the glass and took a drink out of it.

“Agh, what is that?!” He called out while spitting out the liquid.

“Its Dwarven beer kid.” One of the men yelled out, “Shits probably too strong for him.”


“Yeah, he would probably want some milk instead.” The Foreman answered with a small chuckle, “This stuff tastes like shit I know. You want me to get ya something else?”

The man seemed genuine in his question, however Alaric did not really know what to think about it for a moment.

>Yeah, maybe some Elf drink?
>*Try and force it down Alaric’s throat*
>Yeah, milk is fine.

>>4809072
>Yeah, milk is fine.
gotta stay safe and besides milk gives you STRONG BONES wich will help him LIFT MORE LOGS

>>4809072
>Yeah, milk is fine.
Calcium energy

>>4809072
>Yeah, milk is fine
We don't have yet the [BIG BOY] status, so the best we can do is stay safe and don't get us kill trying to proof anything.

>>4809072
>>Yeah, milk is fine.

>>4809072
>*Try and force it down Alaric’s throat*
Don't worry, we'll throw up later.

>>4809072
Try and force it down. Let's be one of the big boys.

Milk is fine
>>4809088
>>4809152
>>4809169
>>4809201

Force it!
>>4809345

With a small, solemn nodding of the head Alaric agreed, “Y-yeah.”

The Foreman did not seemed deterred, just giving a smile as he rubbed the kids head, “Good, I’ll be right back with your drink.”

Soon there was a glass of warm milk infront of Alaric, and he enjoyed a night of drinking along with the men. Luckily nothing bad happened, since no one was idiotic enough to try and down entire containers of the Dwarven stuff.

Time move forward, three years passing as Alaric began to actually grow. Small muscles began to form, and the child was feeling the extent of all that labour he was doing. Now he was actually able to lift a full log up and carry the damned thing about the place.

However that pain in the back of his neck never really went away.

Time settled, and Alaric was now trying his best to lift two logs the Foreman came up behind him, “So you’ve been working with us for a while, but ya know its about time you learn something else.”

“W-what do you mean?” The kid exclaimed with a small fear in his voice.

“Every man in this village needs to learn how to fight, and in three years you will be a man.” He said with a happy exclamation, “So I think its about time we teach you how to fight.”

“Really!?”

“Yup, the men even went ahead and made you a wooden weapon to play with.” The fellow laughed while reaching behind himself a drawing out…

>A sword
>Spear and Shield,
>A fuck off bow
>You know, Alaric is going to fight with logs.

>>4809869
>>You know, Alaric is going to fight with logs.
OH HELL YEAH! HAMMER FUCKING TIME

>>4809869
>>A sword

>>4809869
>>A sword

>>4809869
>>A sword

>>4809869
>You know, Alaric is going to fight with logs.
Big fucking club.

>>4809869
>You know, Alaric is going to fight with logs.
It's clobberin time

A big club for a big boy

>>4809869
>>A sword

Sword
>>4809960
>>4809964
>>4809992
>>4810738

Log
>>4809888
>>4810639
>>4810674

I'm a little sad, but oh well.

>>4810903
We didn't make it Log bros...

a sword.

“Thought this here would work well for someone of your breed. You are a son of the Chief after all.” The Foreman answered with a smile while giving Alaric the sword’s handle.

Shakily Alaric accepted the wooden weapon, feeling the weight on his arms as he brought it closer to himself, “Cool, this is really cool!”

“Yup, now come over and we can start with some pointers.” The fellow called out while bringing Alaric to a few man looking manikins.

“Now, lets start with an upper strike. See if we can get you to make some nice strikes.” He called out while taking out a sword similar to Alaric’s.

With that the two began to work, Alaric slamming the sword repeativly against the wooden thing representing a man. Each strike was hit with his entire body behind it, much to the satisfaction of the Foreman.

“You’re pretty good at this.” He laughed, “Might even be a natural.”

“HYA!” Alaric yelled as he slammed his sword against the practice target, the sounds of wood shattering coming to both their ears. Looking over, the sword that Alaric was practicing with had shattered into several pieces, rendering it useless.

“By the Gods.” He laughed while leaning down and picking up the shards, “You might have the blessing of Tor behind you! HAHA!”

“R-really!”

“Maybe, I am sure everyone wants to see your growth later.” He laughed while patting Alaric on the back, “Tell ya what, I’ll give you this sword here to practice and fight with, and I will see about getting something a little better for ya.”

“Yes!” Alaric answered while reciving the slightly larger practice weapon.

>Keep training and training
>Go get Hespert to do kid stuff
>Enough with wood shit, go fuck up some animals!

>>4810931
>Go get Hespert to do kid stuff
We need to go and see out little brother, because after all, he is the one we can trully trust on.

Also, I think we should go and pay a visit to our tribe's Hag, maybe she can tell if we are actually blessed by Tor, or even learn about other gods

>>4810931
>Keep training and training

>>4810931
>Go get Hespert to do kid stuff
gotta talk to our bro

>>4801139
>From the fellow who did Otome Quest and SS13
I missed you, man

>>4810931
>>Keep training and training

>>4810931
>Go get Hesbert to do kid stuff
Do I smell pretend adventure in the forest turns into us saving our little fat kid brother from a boar or some shit? Because I'm down honestly

>>4810931
>Go get Hespert to do kid stuff
Common bro what were you doing for the last 3 years? Jerking off to woman you've been peeping on? Get on our level bro.

Hespert the Half
>>4810939
>>4811147
>>4811246
>>4811082

Train and Train!
>>4810966
>>4811142

>>4811084 - Thanks, I'm finally a graduate so no more school for a while.

Alaric stretched his limbs as he made his way over to the small hut that was his home. Outside was of course a boy taking an axe to wood, the two looking at one another with a sigh.

“So, how was today’s building?” Hespert asked while setting his axe down.

“It was fun, the Foreman gave me this!” The other kid smiled while showing his Half-Brother a wooden sword.

“Oh thats cool! Are you going to join the militia?”

“I don’t see why I wouldn’t.” The kid said with a smile, “Most of the big guys I work with are in the Militia so theres not much of a difference. What about you?”

“I… don’t know.” Hespert said with a shaky smile on his face, “Its pretty dangerous, and I’ll be the only person who will be taking care of Mother at the end of the day.”

“Yeah, I guess thats right…” Alaric shook his head at the ideas coming to his head, “That does not matter, want to head out and do something? Maybe head out and check out the Forest?”

“Thats… sure why not.” Hespert corrected himself as he got out his axe, “Lead the way.”

With a smile Alaric did exactly that, quickly running off with Hespert at his back.

They two have of course been out of the village before. For Alaric it was a common occurance thanks to his job helping out the builders. For Hespert it was getting firewood for the pire.

“Which direction do you think treasure lies, Brother!” Alaric called out as he leaped onto a dead tree stump.

“Forward, I think.” The kid sheepishly lifted his axe in declaration.

“Then that is exactly what we shall do!” Alaric kid while hopping off the stump and moving in that direction.

Within a few minutes the land around the boys changed. No longer were they wondering in the lands claimed by their tribe but those just outside of it. For the most part these were safe, but not many men had wondered in this direction.

“Hey, brother, I think we should go back.” Hespert said as he looked about the area.

“Oh come on, you always do this.” Alaric answered back while brandishing his sword, “Look, we both have weapons.”

“But they are both basically made of wood.”

“Agh.” Alaric simply shook his head as he looked ahead, something catching his eye.

>A small cave covered in moss
>An alcove of fungus covered land
>No, they should just go back.

>>4811519
>A small cave covered in moss
We should totally build our own fort or treehouse out here!

>>4811519
>A small cave covered in moss

>>4811519
>>A small cave covered in moss

>>4811519
>>A small cave covered in moss

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>>4811519
>A small cave covered in moss
I love it when a plan comes together

>>4811519
>A small cave covered in moss

Into the old cave
>>4811530
>>4811628
>>4811694
>>4811800
>>4811908
>>4811949

“Oh that looks spooky.” Alaric admitted as he was drawn away from his conversation with his brother towards a relatively simple looking but old cave.

“I… don’t know. I don’t remember anyone talking about a cave before.” Hespert admitted as he gingerly started to walk back, “We should just head back and tell someone. This is too much for us.”

“What are you, chicken?” Alaric asked with a devilish grin, “Get some twigs together and start a torch. Finders keepers when it comes to old loot.”

“You really think we will find something in there?”


“Why not, looks old enough.”

“F-fine.” Hespert walked around the place for a moment and got a variety of things together. Soon the two boys were equipped with a torch in their off hand, and slowly they made their way forward into the mouth.

Walking in the first thing Alaric noticed was the sheer amount of weeds and fungus that was growing in there. Bones of beasts who came here before were also strung about the place, making something of a dangerous but wonderous feeling in his stomach.

“W-we should really go back!” Hespert said again, though this time Alaric was not listening to him. No, he was smiling with a childish grin.

As they moved forward, the amount of growth was starting to ebb away and be replaced with just bare rock. However even with their childish eyes Alaric noticed something was off about the rock.

“Hey, don’t you think things have been too smooth?”

“OF course it has, now lets get out of here!” Hespert almost cried as Alaric shined his torched at the wall.

However as he did so, the lights danced across the wall, “W-what is that there.”

“What!”

“Its some sort of… bracket?” Alaric said as he finally made it over and got a good look a the thing.

It was a sort of bronze color, dimly shinning as it was covered with soot and sulfur. He had only seen these things from when treasure came from the raiding parties down south, and never in his life did he expect to see something like this here.

“This is better than I could ever imagine.” He called out while brushing the waste off the mount.

>Continue forward, for this has gotten better than they could have thought
>Head back, just as Hespert was wanting to do
>Camp here for a little bit and lie in wait, incase something were to happen

>>4812077
>Continue forward, for this has gotten better than they could have thought

We'll run back if there is danger mkay?

>>4812077
>Continue forward, for this has gotten better than they could have thought

Anons, don't get Hespert killed, please...

>>4812077
>Continue forward, for this has gotten better than they could have thought
Tell Hesbert to give us the torch and wait outside, if he hears any commotion run and get father (in normal circumstances I realize Orion probably wouldn't care, but if there's a beast we end up killing and Orion walks in on us doing it we will unlock prouddad.dlc)

>>4812077
>>Continue forward, for this has gotten better than they could have thought

Move Forward
>>4812102
>>4812294
>>4812321
>>4812361

Seems people just want Hespert to stay safe, and someone made a good suggesting.

Alaric thought to himself for a moment, before turning towards Hespert, “Look, if you really want to go just hang outside.”

“S-sure!” He said almost elated as he turned around, “I’ll be waiting for you!”

And like that he was gone, the light belonging to him slowly fading away as he ran the opposite way of adventure.

“Why do I even hang out with you.” Alaric half heartedly cursed as he turned around and continued his path forward.

As he advanced further and further in, the evidence of weathering had slowly ebbed away leaving in its stead a series of straight and flat walls. That mount that Alaric noticed earlier was not a fleeting thing, but instead a piece of a much greater realm of art.

All about him were walls made of stone, each of them having a slightly differnt look to themselves. Upon them he quickly recognized something resembling a face, his flame uncovering the large beard the faces possessed.

“D-Dwarfs!” He almost cried out in surprise as he looked at the massive face etched into the wall. While it looked crude, he could not shake the feeling that the face was looking down upon him to be judged.

That was when a wave of something hit him, a sickening feeling that he had never before experienced in his life. Wielding his sword tightly, the child waved the fire across what he realized was a series of skeletons lying upon the ground.

“Trespasser” “invader”

He could feel his hair rise on his back as he wielded the weapon in his hand.

“trespasser” “poucher” “interloper”

Quickly he backed away, the skeletons suddenly growing up as they became animated. Alaric’s eyes widened as he began to realize what was happening.

“you shall pay for your encroachment.”

The Skeletons raised a series of weapons, each looking barely corroded. They were in his path of escape, leaving the boy to only two options.

>Fight his way out
>Run deeper into the ruins, and find a real weapon.

>>4812781
>>Fight his way out

>>4812781
>Run deeper into the ruins, and find a real weapon
Yell for Hesbert to run, no time to explain just yell "HESBERT RUN!" He will hopefully go tell Stridder and I doubt Orion wants a weeping concubine, we may not be her blood but she still raised us since our "birth" as her first child
Not to be metagamey but we know we will survive in the end to rule, it may not be over the horde but we will rule something, we need to stay headstrong and forge our legacy, this could be the turning point for us in Orions eyes, seeing us run away after releasing a crypt of Dwarven skeletons isn't the look we should go for. Not saying don't pick it at all, I'm here for whatever happens, just laying down my reasoning.

>>4813013
Fuck my brain went retarded there isn't an option to run away at all so makes sense why you wouldn't pick it, wood sword bad idea against boney boys is my argument for not picking to fight right now, I know it isn't as elaborate but still yell for Hes if we can

>>4813013
>>4813020
+1, but yeah please, let's yell to Hesper to run and bring people

Go deeper
>>4813013
>>4813072

Fight through them!
>>4812891

Alaric looked from one side to the other, seeing no chance for him to escape. A curse to himself, not realizing where exactly he was walking himself into. However, there was really nothing else he could do.

“HESPERT!” He yelled at the top of his lungs, “RUN!”

He got no response, but hoped that his halfbrother would at least come back to help him. Either way, he quickly turned towards the other direction, rushing into the darkness of whatever place he had landed himself.

“ignorant mortal.”

He did not pay attention to the voice, simply running his way through the desecrated halls of what was surely a great civilization years ago. Death and stone was all around him, and the mystery of this place was slowly growing more and more upon him.

Soon though he saw a cold blue light, and quickly did the child sprint towards it just for a little reprieval from the darkness. As he ran, he noticed the signs of what must have been a great battle and the ruins of several barricades across the area.

The room he arrived to looked to be massive, a massive blue crystal hanging from the ceiling to illuminate the numerous corpses that were strung about the walls. They all looked to be crushed and mashed in some way, but they were unmistakably skeletons.

“You shall die just as those before you.”

Just as the voice spoke, the numerous skeletons began to move about. However they were not becoming a variety of different creatures, but instead becoming blobbed together.

Alaric looked off to the side, his eyes seeing that while he probably could not run the way he came, there were now several more ways.

>Run to the right, the largest available entrance.
>To the left wall, where a modest size doorway lies
>Dead center, where the smallest doorway sits

>>4813309
>Run to the right, the largest available entrance
Big door=big room=throne room=final stand for the best of the soldiers=best of the weapons=legendary weapons=legendary sword=Alaric kicking ass and taking names

>>4813309
>Run to the right, the largest available entrance.

>>4813309
>Run to the right, the largest available entrance
Necromancer is one of my fav classes

>>4813309
>To the left wall, where a modest size doorway lies

>>4813309
>>To the left wall, where a modest size doorway lies

Good observation
>>4813368
>>4813370
>>4813399

Alright
>>4813587
>>4813690

>Run to the right, the largest available entrance.

Alaric took a few steps back, his eyes dancing as the creature made from several corpses began to move about and around each other. Pieces going into one another as they started to form what was surely a monster of monstrous proportions.

Such a primal fear he was experiencing, one that would surely stun any man and lead to their death.

However that was not what was to happen, as Alaric felt the pain at the nape of his neck.

If he died here, he would not get his revenge against Pol.

Indeed, it was stubbornness that caused him to move his feet and run off to the side. A life damning slight against him that even years later always ached upon his body.

So he ran off, his feet carrying him to the right, towards the grand entrance to what he quickly realised was the throne room of a great king. A golden crystal prominently shined above it, a throne elevated above his head. Quickly he ran. He ran towards the stone throne of the old dwarven kings.

There were skeletons strung all about him as the child looked from one place to another. At every step was a skeleton, each with a weapon of quality he had never seen before. As he went higher and higher, the quality only improved as they changed from picks to spears to swords.

As he reached the top, he noticed a grand weapon stabbed into the floor before the throne. Upon it was the grip of a skeleton who long ago used it. Alaric knew this was the last stand of the dwarfs of this keep, a place where they fought to the last man against a threat he never knew existed.

“There you are, MORTAL!”

The earth beneath his feet began to shake as Alaric turned to see a massive form, skeletons coming together to create a massive creature the size of three horses. Its claws dug into the frame of the entrance as it advanced with red beady eyes.

As he turned, he saw a slight glow from the weapon as began to second guess himself.

>Grab the weapon, for Alaric must fulfil his grudge
>The weapon is for survival, pure and simple.
>Reach for one of the other swords, for one should not mess with magic.

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The dragon

>>4813992
>Grab the weapon for power is his birthright

>>4813992
>>Grab the weapon, for Alaric must fulfil his grudge

>>4813992
>Grab the weapon, for Alaric must fulfil his grudge

>>4813992
>Grab the weapon, for Alaric must fulfil his grudge
>The weapon is for survival, pure and simple.
>>4813992
+1

>>4813992
>Grab the weapon, for Alaric must fulfil his grudge

>>4813992
>>The weapon is for survival, pure and simple.

>Grab the weapon, for Alaric must fulfil his grudge
Pol will bend the knee or die on them

>Grab the weapon, for Alaric must fulfil his grudge

By Birthright?
>>4814128

Survival
>>4814565

The Grudge
>>4814188
>>4814322
>>4814427
>>4814486
>>4814693
>>4814849

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That second guess however did not last very long, as the pain upon his neck once again flared up. For years he had to experience such pain, and even now he feels its effects on his body. Restless nights and times where he was forced to fight his way to stand was enough to cause him eternal misery. So with this, he gripped the sword so he could have revenge.

“Another grabs the King’s, and you have a fire in your belly!” A ghostly laugh echoed in his head as Alaric’s grip tightened upon the weapon, “Now that grudge isn’t the most fearsome I’ve seen, but it's been long enough since we’ve felt such fire. Pull boy pull!”

Spurred on, Alaric placed all his strength into the weapon. Slowly it moved, and the area around him began to shine as the massive creature took a few steps back.

“Finally we are free! Damn that bitch of a demon!”

Alaric watched as the skeletons had all gained a blue hue about them, the ghostly figures of fallen warriors rising as he felt his heart lurch, “W-what in the world!?”

“Hmm, well you don’t look too much like a Dwarf. No, you’re no Dwarf at all!” The ghostly figure of the nearby King said as he finally stood up, “Boy, are you here with any of our brotherin?”

“N-no sir! Y-you’re ghosts!”

“Indeed we are kinda pesky if you think about it. Here we were slain by that monster, and thanks to its magic we were not able to leave!” The ghost said as he pointed towards the skeletal dragon as it slowly picked itself up, “Now you don’t have the greatest of grudges, but a grudge is a slight upon you and all who have wielded my Sword of Kings! And it's the same in reverse, you have inherited our grudges as well!”

Alaric felt the weapon in his hand grow lighter, starting to change from a simple bronze sword to a golden design, “You want me to settle yours against this monster?”

“Of course, that mother fucker killed my entire keep anyways!” He announced while pointing to his men, “Now come on men, for we are already dead! We have no more fear, for now death itself does not matter!!”

And like that the ghostly host cheered around Alaric, as he steadily rose the sword that was many times his own size, “Y-yeah! Lets fuck this bastard up!”

“INSOLENCE! I SHALL EAT ALL OF YOU!” The skeletal dragon announced as he began to charge up the staircase.

>Go for the legs!
>Cut off the damned head!
>Just defend and dodge, let the ghosts do most of the work.

>>4815107
LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOO
>Go for the legs!

The Dwarfs deserve to be the ones that bring down the beast and have their vengence before resting in peace

>>4815107
>>Go for the legs!

>>4815107
>Go for the legs!

The Legs!
>>4815175
>>4815186
>>4815380

“CHARGE!!”

And with a battle cry, everyone including Alaric went forward towards the monstrous foe.

Ghostly blade and bone soon came together in match. The blades of the dwarves, while etherial in nature, was enough to drive themselves into the boney flesh of the creature. However, just as they were digging in for the long fight the monster took its limbs and struck them against several of the ghostly figures; sending them flying to the walls of the throne room.

“HYAAA!” Cried out Alaric as he brought the blade to bear against the monster. With a searing flame of vengeance the blade went into the creature’s leg to cleave through a series of bone from fallen Dwarfs.

“You fools shall lose just as you have before!”

“Never bitch of the dead!” Cried out the Dwarven king as he brought a mightly blade that bashed into the creature’s skull. Such a blast reverberated through the skeleton, the limb that Alaric carved into shattering in shrapnel.

Without any way to keep itself straight, the giant creature fell into a tumble down the steps. It gave Alaric a small moment’s reprise, his heart beating as such a little body like his own was already performing feats that mortal men would find impossible.

“I shall rend your souls into nothing!”

With a cry, the beast’s mouth turned towards the steps where the ghost of the King stood. To Alaric’s mortal body, there was no time for flight as the ghostly flames began to ascend the staircase.

“Damnable fool we were, you shall not die as I had!” The Dwarven King cried as he grabbed Alaric by the collar, “Know today High King Fortag saved your life, boy! Remember my name so that I live on!”

With a great throw Alaric was thrown up towards the top of the throne, landing behind it as ghostly flames consumed all.

It was a primal fear to live that kept Alaric back, his childish eyes gazing upon the fiery pits of hell. There was a battle cry, but soon that too was consumed by the flames as a monsterous laugh came from below.

“It was simple to kill you again, Dwarf. Your soul is nothing, and soon your men shall be my food!”

Looking off to the side, Alaric could see the numerous ghosts staring at sheer dispare where their grand king once stood. Even if the being was already dead, to have their leader die a second death was nothing more than damning to the moral of men and ghosts alike.

He had to do something

>Charge at the creature, a desire for revenge burning!
>A rousing speech just like their Lord, for Alaric holds the Sword of Kings!
You know, I would add a third option, but that would be too cowardly for this moment.

>>4815436
>A rousing speech just like their Lord, for Alaric holds the Sword of Kings!

>>4815436
>A rousing speech just like their Lord, for Alaric holds the Sword of Kings!
For how long has this beast-bitch defiled and insulted your memory, and very existence? We shall end it once and for all, It ends today, it ends forever! CHARGE!

Also we can name our sword HK Fortag or something to that effect.

>>4815436
>A rousing speech just like their Lord, for Alaric holds the Sword of Kings!
I don't expect Alaric to give the best speech as he is still just a boy, but his frequent visits to the spot where he can eavesdrop on Orion and the men should help him a bit. He may not be a dwarf but at his size he holds himself probably as tall if not a little taller so they hopefully won't be too off put by his hairless face.
>>4815505
+1 to this maybe make it a little more childish though, the dwarves may find it humorous and find a bit of hope in his naivety

>>4815525
Yeha I made that write in still a little groggle waking up just now.

>>4815436
>>A rousing speech just like their Lord, for Alaric holds the Sword of Kings!

>>4815436
>>Charge at the creature, a desire for revenge burning!

>>4815436
>A rousing speech just like their Lord, for Alaric holds the Sword of Kings!

>>A rousing speech just like their Lord, for Alaric holds the Sword of Kings!

Rousing Speech
>>4815500
>>4815505
>>4815525
>>4815635
>>4816073
>>4816097

CHARGE!
>>4815661

“N-NO!” Alaric announced as he stood at the top of the throne, “E-EVERYONE, SHE’S BEEN HERE FOR TOO LONG! LETS END IT NOW, LETS KICK HER ASS OUT OF HERE!”

There was a silence after his words, the simple fact he was able to cry out like so was a miracle in and of itself. However there started to be a laugh, with several of the ghosts soon getting up from their craters.

“Speaking words of truth boy! We should kick her ass!” One of them laughed as he raised his weapon, “Come on men, lets fuck this bitch!”

“Damnable Mortals! I should kill you first!”

With a damning cry the skeletal creature ran its way towards Alaric, using three legs to carry itself up this time instead of the four. Without good balance, it was forced to take all the damage that numerous dwarven ghosts came to inflict.

“Oh shit oh shit!” Alaric cursed himself as the beast finally got to a point where it could reach forward for a bite against him. He rolled out of the way, his body almost falling off if it was not for the quick grip of another dwarf.

“Up you go there fellow, you’re not falling off yet!” He laughed as Alaric was sent sailing back onto the throne’s plateform.

There was a deep growl coming from the monster, its mawl coming right for Alaric. However this time he did not dodge, but instead took the chance to swipe a blow right against its numerous teeth. And like butter to a hot knife, it was a clean cut.

“Guh, Damnable creature!” the monster cried. However with the numerous warriors upon her the being composed of bones was starting to crumble under the weight of dwarven vengeance.

Its life was coming to an end.

>Stab it through the head
>Allow the Dwarven Ghosts to rend it assunder
>Just try to break it along with everyone else

>>4816350
>Stab it through the head

Let the dwarves deliver the final killing blow tho if possible.

>>4816350
>Stab it through the head

>>4816350
>>Stab it through the head

>Stab it through the head

>Stab it through the head
Get ready for the dwarves to move on and for the horde to burst into the hall while we stand atop a dead Dracolich, HK Fortag in hand
[s]I am loving this quest, idk what about it is calling to me so hard but whatever you're doing is working fucking numbers on me man[/s]

>>4816613
Weren't the dead skellies mostly dwarves, and their bones put together to make the dragon thingy?

>>4816685
Yeah, I'm pretty sure. I was just calling it a Dracolich since it's a big ass bone dragon

Through the head!
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>>4816373
>>4816388
>>4816443
>>4816613

>>4816613
Thanks for the complements, this here is actually a lot more popular than I realize. 200 numbers only a week in is pretty fucking good.

>>4816350
>Stab it through the head

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“HYAAA!”

“Die monster!”

The cries of several dwarfs announced their intentions as Alaric took a moment to brace with his sword. The Sword of Kings, as High King Fortage call it, was stupidly large for his frame. However such a weapon was still powerful, and he needed to wield it once again.

“Three.” Alaric focused on the crying creature as it tried to bite into the several dwarven ghosts.

“Two.” The sword’s edge glowed deeply with a hateful red shine.

“One.” Alaric set the weapon to the side as his legs bent.

“HYAAAAA!” And like a bull Alaric charged his way towards the despicable monster, the weapon barely slowing his childish body down as ran and jumped as high as he could. His feet landed true, the creature’s flayling head underneath them/

“Damn you.” The creature growled as it looked as Alaric with a devilish glare.

“For Fortage!” Alaric announced, sunking the blade right into the skull.

He stood there for a moment, the body of the dreadful drake sitting still as it was too dead to experience a death throw. Instead it started to ebb away, turning into a spectral dust. Alaric of course fell as it become like sand but the sturdy hand of a ghost was snared him by the collar as he almost fell onto the ground.

“There ya go boy.” The large dwarf announced while taking Alaric and placing him on the steps, “That was good fighting, almost good enough to be a Dwarf, HAHA!”

“Thank you.” The child said as the remaining ghosts surrounded him at the throne.

“You have helped us settle a grudge, child.” the ghost admitted with a smile, “What exactly are ya?”

“H-human.” Alaric called out as he took a few steps back in fear.

“So you’re not a Dwarf, explains why you don’t have a beard.” THe ghost laughed as he pointed towards the blade, “Since we are going to ascend to the next life, that sword there is our gift to you. Any Dwarf who sees it knows what it represents, and will gladly welcome you to their ranks.”

“W-what about this keep?” Alaric said as he looked around.

“This place… well there are no dwarves with you to claim it back. Maybe if you get a few hundred to return, or maybe bring some of your own kind when you’re a King your own people.”

“W-what do you mean?” Alaric almost dared not ask.

“You wield the Sword of Kings, why not aim to become one yourself?” The Dwarf said with a charming smile.

>Yeah, let's aim for that. Yeah!
>If that's the case, I will come back for it when I am King
>I will leave it here, until I can truly stand on my own two feet. (And maybe not have it stolen by other fools)

>>4816958
>Yeah, let's aim for that. Yeah!

>>4816958
>Yeah, let's aim for that. Yeah!
All we know of Kings is Orion and even then he's just chief, so just having a sword that says we are a king is definitely a boost to our attitude on beating the shit out of Pol and secures our motivations outside of one upping our dickhead half brother

>>4816958
>Yeah, let's aim for that. Yeah!

We shall honor them by chiseling their names and the names of their fallen into the walls of this room. Those that fell today shall have their names written twice as the have fought and died twice.

Also ask how the heck did that dragon thing get in here and cause all this?

>>4816958
We're not old enough to be able stop people from stealing it from us.


>I will leave it here, until I can truly stand on my own two feet. (And maybe not have it stolen by other fools)

>>4816958
>I will leave it here, until I can truly stand on my own two feet. (And maybe not have it stolen by other fools)

"Before i go though, i want to give your bones some respect. All of your skeletons don t deserve to remain thrown around all the place. In which part of your keep i can put the sword to safety for when i will return ? And do you know what that creature was ?"
Wave them goodbye when they go away


I am not sure is a good idea for Alaric to go around with that sword when he is still fairly young.

>>4816977
>>4816981
They do bring up a good point, is the sword bonded to us? If anyone can commandeer it we probably should leave it here unless we're willing to kill a few half brothers when we get back.

QM plz answer.

>>4816958
>I will leave it here, until I can truly stand on my own two feet. (And maybe not have it stolen by other fools)

>>4816992
Haha, nope.

>>4816958
>If that's the case, I will come back for it when I am King

We will earn our right to rule

>>4816995
>>4816994
>>4816967
switching to leave here for safekeeping

>>4816981
This is actually a really good point, knowing Orions thoughts on us being an unborn mother killing bastard he would more than likely take the sword
>>4816971
This was my post incase my ip changed again
I'm switching to
>I will leave it here, until I can truly stand on my own two feet. (And maybe not have it stolen by other fools)
We should hide it somewhere before Orion or someone else comes in while looking for us, plus we will look even more badass if we killed the dragon with our bare hands

Ok, now we are fucked up anons

If Hespert did the think that we wanted and actually bring people to the cave, then they're going to be "OH WOW, A DWARF FORTRESS... AND LOOK, A COOL-ASS SWORD right for Orion and his full fledged sons... The son of that hooker? Nah fuck him, his a kid"

IN THAT CASE, we should tell the Dwarfs that they have to show us some place to hide it, and after we give to their bones a proper burial, if they can protect the sword until we came back for it once we are old enough.

People are going to figure out about this cave, and surely make a home in this place (Unless Orion or someone is superticious and in the end they decide that we will ignore the cave). That's the best we can do, give them a place to rest that can also serve to hide the sword and the Dwarf for keeping it safe and not be taking by any shit-head.

If someone ask because of the screams, we will say we wanted to scare Hespert a little bit and we went far. If someone says that he "saw a walking skeleton", we can say we we're also joking and with the torch, shadows and grabbing the bones we make them think that the skeleton was moving. AND IF SOMEONE FIGHT THE SKELETONS, we say that we came here, grab any normal weapon and also fight them off, win, and suddenly the skeletons stopped attacking.

>>4817101
Or we can say we say a big spider or rat, got scared because we say a skelly (which is mostly true) and claimed it made us bury it and not to tell a living soul.

>>4816958
>If that's the case, I will come back for it when I am King

Yeah, lets take it!
>>4816967
>>4816977

Wait until we are King
>>4817159
>>4816997

Leave it
>>4816977
>>4816981
>>4816994
>>4817075

“Yeah, but I cannot take it. Not yet.” Alaric answered as he tilted the blade towards the Ghost, “I cannot protect the weapon, it will just be taken from me by my peers.”

“That is understandable.” The ghost took the weapon and gave a motion with his hand, “Follow me, Future King. I shall show you our vaults where your inheritance shall be kept.”

Alaric gave a steady nod, soon following a small group of the ghosts as they made their way past the throne and into the bowels of the dungeon. Here evidence of the fighting was about it, which could only give Alaric a question to be asked.

“Uh, sorry for asking, but what exactly was that creature we killed? How did it even get into here?”

“Yes, even I myself does not know of the creature besides what it has done to us.” he admitted as they turned a corner, “However that comes with a word of warning from a fallen keep. Beings of immense power travel the land without issue, and if any of them turn their gaze upon you, you shall face the greatest challenge of your dynasty.”

Alaric gave a nod, “I… will try to remember that. I will remember all of this for sure.”

“You, child, I feel is the start of something great.” The Dwarf announced as they finally turned to see a massive pair of iron doors, “It shall be your Children’s Descendants that need to fear the end of an age, as yours is just starting up. Now remember this symbol.”

The dwarf walked to a small podium that neared the doors, his finger tracing out what Alaric could only describe as a rune. With that done, the door opened to reveal a pedistal with several chests next to it. The Dwarf moved forward, stabbing the blade into the stone.

“And there it shall rest, as will we.” The ghost said as turned to face Alaric, “This is where we part, to tell the Gods of the valiant end of High King Fortag.”

“Is there anything I shall do for him?” Alaric asked as the ghost started to fade, “I should honor him the best that I can!”

“Heh, if you want to honor Fortag you would drink some ale in his honor. In the honor of all of us!” He announced as all the Dwarfs around him began to laugh, “And do not let his name be forgotten, I heard his wish and I ask that you honor it.”

“I understand.” Alaric announced as he pointed towards the sword, “That blade is no longer the Sword of the High King, but the Sword of High King Fortag!”

“A swell idea lad. May you and your people use it to scare all who have wronged you.”

And like that, the ghosts ebbed away.

Alaric walked out of the fault, keeping to memory the jester that was used to open the vault and using it upon the podium again. The massive iron wrought doors soon came to a close, sealing the priceless chests of treasure and the Sword of High King Fortag.

Alaric soon walked through the keep, his mind imaging the place once again filled with life as he walk its great halls. What once was an oppressive atmosphere, was now replaced with a feeling of levity as every skeleton around him seemed to glow with a ghostly glow.

He walked out of the keep, out of the cave that he was in as well. He continued to walk as he made his way back to the village to where his people stayed.

And Alaric never passed a single person.

>Continue working with the Foreman,
>Train with a sword
>Try and get some form of political sway
>Hang out with the Halfbrother.

>>4817256
>Train with a sword

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>>4817256
>Hangout with half-brother
While I can't necessarily blame him for running and not saying anything, you'd think he'd at least tell Stridder. God I hope he didn't tell anyone that would be so much better then if he did and no one cared, that's just sad. Hesbert needs to know he fucked up if he didn't say anything, but if he did and no one cared we shouldn't be hard on him, it's to be expected for us even if Hes doesn't understand, one day he will and it'll either bring him closer or divide us
please please please dear God let Hesbert be our go to guy, I can only imagine him as our clumsy fat kid brother who looks up to us, I know it's never stated but I adore him that way, as he grows he could be our advisor and trusted compatriot
>Train with a sword
We should definitely go back for our training sword the foreman made for us, it was a gift and I consider them our drinking buddies and coworkers
>Continue working with the Foreman
Sorry that I want to do 3/4 options QM, but I feel it's still important we show them we will drink the dwarvish ale and say >TO THE DWARVES
They'll think we are being tough and have a laugh because the dwarves helped us get drunk, but we will actually mean it for they are our men.

>>4817256

>continue working with the foreman
Only if he keeps goving us sword lessons otherwise
>train with sword
We nees to earn the right to wield that thig make sure its the same size so we get used to the weight.

>>4817373
+1 to anon. If we can do those options or at least being done in the course of day/month/years i'm more than happy, but if we only have to choose one then that's it, QM have the last words

>>4817256
>>Train with a sword

maybe we can ask our half-brother to train and work with us ? the foreman wouldn t hate him that s for sure.

>>4817256
>Train with a sword
Work another day or week with the Forman and get some strong ale to drink in their honor.

>>4817256
>train with a sword


And not just the sword, Alaric's father is a large motherfucker, hence Alaric must have inherited his genes, our Boy should start lifting large rocks as well as train with swords so that he becomes like a mountain of muscle.

I am tremendously enjoying this Quest QM and so are the others i assume, i hope you will not abandon it, you are doing a great job.

>>4817256
>>Train with a sword

>>4817373
>>4817432
+1 as well, as far as our timeframe allows it.

>>4817638
+666 from me as well, this is amazing.

>>4817638
I'm in this quest for atleast the summer. Cool thing about this quest is that I can skip to the good parts of it, where in previous quests it was much more linear.

This quest is going to become Dynastic, so keep that in mind for you all.

Also
>PLEASE USE GREENTEXT WHEN YOU ARE VOTING. OTHERWISE I CANNOT TELL ITS A VOTE OR OTHER BULLSHIT AT A GLANCE

Train with a Sword
>>4817327
>>4817536
>>4817559
>>4817632
>>4817760

Hang out with half-brother
>>4817373
>>4817373
>>4817811

Foreman working
>>4817380

>>4817962
>crusader kings pre historic fantasy mod.

>>4817967
>More like the 300-500 start date we all wanted but know paradox will never give.

One two three, one two three.

It has been a few years since that fateful day for Alaric, making him 16 years of age. In such a time he had graduated from a wooden sword to a weapon made of iron, which was likely received from one of the local tribes. As for his size, he had not stopped growing ever since the age of 13, already eclipsing Hespert in size and coming close to the adults when he was just fifteen.

One two three, one two three.

These days he is one of the largest people in the village.

One two THREE!

And with a victorious strike Alaric sliced the dummy he was fighting in two. While it had been taking a beating as the teen danced around it, the damage caused by his greater strike was more than damning.

“I’m getting there, Fortag.” Alaric whispered to himself as he tightened his grip upon the sword, “In two years I will be strong enough to wield your sword myself, without trouble like before.”

The teen took a few breaths, rubbing the back of his head as he did so. There the pain was always there taking its toll on the once childish body of Alaric. Now he was a man but the pain never really seemed to settle. He just learned to deal with it these days.

There were a few steps behind him, and in a moment Alaric turned to face who had come. Maybe it was a no brainer as before him was Hespert, his half-brother.

The teen was a little bit more plump in comparison to Alaric, but then again Alaric was practicing the sword almost every day and helping the Foreman whenever he started to grow bored.

“Brother, its been a while.” Alaric said as his eyes looked down, “Does Stridder want something of me?”

“It's not Mother this time, but Father Orion.” Hespert answered with a small squeak, “He is asking for all his sons to come to him. I heard the Greenskins are nearing our Village.”

>Tell him to sod off, until he treats Alaric fairly he won’t get his might.
>Lets go see the bastard
>Alaric is just a normal villager. If he is to serve they can call him up with the woodsman and foreman.

>>4817995
>Alaric is just a normal villager. If he is to serve they can call him up with the woodsman and foreman.

Not in the mood to be insulted and expected to risk our life for the fuckers.

We could eavesdrop on the conversation and get Hespert to fill in anything we might have missed.

>>4817995
>Alaric is just a normal villager. If he is to serve they can call him up with the woodsman and foreman

"Uh, me his son ? Did the old bastard hit the head on a rock ? I am more an animal for him and nothing else. If the greenskins truly come to the village. the two of us and the villagers can cut them down. I am not fighting alongside those "brothers" (spit on the ground), that would be more happy to see us dead than alive."

>>4817995
>Tell him to sod off, until he treats Alaric fairly he won’t get his might.

>>4817995
>Lets go see the bastard

>>4817995
>Alaric is just a normal villager. If he is to serve they can call him up with the woodsman and foreman.

>>4817995
>Alaric is just a normal villager. If he is to serve they can call him up with the woodsman and foreman.

>>4817995
>Alaric is just a normal villager. If he is to serve they can call him up with the woodsman and foreman
Alaric is a man of the people, he works harder then his "brothers" and helps with the workers, Orion and his men are brutal and bullies, the only reason people don't stand up to such a savage is because he makes everyone around him fear him with his strength. No father to us, doubt he'd even notice if we didn't show up