Bretonnia is a place where the Lords upon their Horses, blessed by the Lady, rule over the swaths of peasants. These men and women serve a meek existence compared to the Empire. In return for such meekness they are given the protection of divinely powered warriors. There are sometimes though when this contract between the Rulers and the Ruled fails. When it does fail, death always follows. ++The Rules++>Vote with Greentext, otherwise they probably won’t be accepted.>Write-ins can be accepted, and might even be used in the final without majority rule.>If you are going to change your vote, make it so your post only links to the numbers of the previous vote. It's cleaner that way.>If you mix votes together without modifying them in any way, I reserve the right to employ your top most pick as your vote. Claiming it as a write-in won’t work either unless you modify it to convince me otherwise.Archive: There is no Archive. This is the first chapter lol.For update schedule expect to be semi-daily with the chance I disappear for a week. If something comes up for myself I am placing that before this quest, so that should be kept in mind.
Verac was a peaceful village that barely a lord knew of. It had the ever so prized grapes of Aquitaine, but these grapes were of a modest kind compared to its several dozen sister villages across the landscape. It would occasionally have a market that would have roughly five stalls in total. For the most part though people simply bartered amongst themselves for that was easier than attending a stall for several hours. The Duke of Aquitaine has never heard of this place. The Lord ever so lavished with either wine or tournaments that he had never ventured this deep into his territory. The Count likewise did not care for what the Peasants were doing. He needed to prepare himself for the next joust lest failure rob him of future titles and earnings that were rightfully his. Maybe, oh maybe, the Baron would have appeared. Such a chancer never arrived, the people only saw the Baron of their locality once every five or so years. Such was because every time the Knight walked into the village he could smell the tainted blood that had twisted around like a malformed tree. He would not dare walk into these lands lest his future sons become as ruinous as the peasants who lived in Verac. The peasants did not mind this arrangement in the end. They were a community that were held together by blood. A clan if you will, united by the first Father Verac who had discovered this place. It was roughly three hundred years ago since he discovered that amongst the forest the famed grapes of Aquitaine could be grown. His family, five sons and three daughters, worked to clear out the forest just enough that they could start the cultivation. Everyone who lived within the village could tie their lineage back to two of these peoples. It was, in their opinion, something to hold your head high with. To be proud that this land was theirs and that no one was going to take it away from them. That they were, in some small way, lords of their own livelihoods. Amongst them was a single man. Where his sisters and brothers had jawlines that were just a little too much to the right or left, this peasant was not only centered but hardened around the bones. His hair was a somewhat dirty blond that was enough spice for most of his cousins to look at him with longing eyes. Unlike a great many of his siblings the man was working well and hard. Where his brothers were already fighting to keep their backs from breaking he was holding in just a little bit longer than them. He did not think his family were stupid or lazy, for this was simply the way of things. That, and just last week his brother did indeed shatter his back while trying to lift a barrel of grapes when the family told him not to. Wiping the sweat from his brow the Peasant looked towards the Horizon. Here he stood upon a hill that hosted a forest looking down upon a valley and the village proper. As the sun danced above he could not help but feel awed by it. >What is his name?
>>5710675Blargus Nefarious
>>5710675I should point out, make it simple to write. I will be writing the damn name a lot.
>>5710675Lucian DurandDurand being the french surname for enduring. Lucian because I like the name. And a reference to previous work, if you care to see it that way.
>>5710684bloody, forgot.>Lucian Durand
>>5710675Alaric
>>5710675>EmericIt's almost harvesting season
>>5710675>>Lucian Durand
>>5710675>Lucian Durand
>>5710673I'll be honest, I was hoping for this one. >>5710675>Lucian Durand
Lucian the Durand (Durand will come later)>>5710685>>5710763>>5710778>>5710812Going to post quickly since I was planning on back to back short posts. Also I liked the name Lucian Durand.
Lucian felt the weight of his tool as he looked upon the Horizon. Hues of red and orange danced across his view. The clouds themselves, once white, were dyed the same colors as if a painter had made brush strokes across the sky. This beauty was struck against the green forest that was below the sky. Such strength was within the forest that it withstood the changing of colors that were present. He could just catch Mannslieb within the sky. It was like a titan creeping into the setting sky. It was demanding against the sun that it should be night instead of day. That this beauty was temporary against the setting night that was soon to come. Lucian felt a small shiver going down his spine at the thought of it. “Brother, you gettin’ cold?” Called out a feminine voice that caught the Peasant off guard. Quickly Lucian turned on his heel. Suddenly the slickness of the grass underneath his feet made itself known. He had to tense his muscles and strike his tool into the ground to right himself. He cursed himself for putting his tool into the ground but noticed that it was a relative standing in front of him. Odgu was standing there with a half tooth smile, “Be careful, you migh’ fall over.” “I’ll try in the future.” The brother told his sister as he looked back towards Mannslieb. “If you keep on lookin’ over there you are gonna get a cold. Night’s comin’.” Odgu placed a little bit of pressure on her brother so that he would finally get moving. “Where’s Morrslieb?” Lucian could not help but ask. “Brother.”Firm words quickly yanked the attention that Lucian had upon the skies above. A single word that made its intentions known. Shut up and move. There was a very heavy emphasis on that shut up part. Such was to be expected, as Morrslieb was waxing.Lucian picked up his tool and began following his sister. She had a slight limp in her right foot, but that was nothing compared to the hunched back that made up her right shoulder. >>What tool is Lucian carrying? >Pitchfork>Axe>Long Knife>Scythe
>>5710860>Long Knifeversatile
>>5710860>ScytheKNIGHT OF MORR
>>5710860>Axe
>>5710860>Long Knife
>>5710860>>Pitchfork
>>5710860axe, good for work
>>5710860>AxeGood weapon for a peasant
>>5710860>Fork and SpoonThe hungry knight.
>>5710860>ScythePure meme option but I don't care
>>5710860MEMES>Scythe
>>5710860>>Scythe
>>5710860>A sack of taters.
We are going to fighting with one of these polearms
And here's another image from wikipedia.
>>5710860>ScytheIt's almost harvesting season
Long Knife>>5710861>>5710918>>5711034A Scythe>>5710863>>5711090>>5711101>>5711110>>5711235Axe>>5710910>>5711043>>5711064>>5711092Pitchfork>>5710942Fork and Spoon>>5711089Scythe wins, barely.
The two of them walked into the woods that they both called home. The sounds of birds ebbing away as they realized the terror that was about to come upon them. The trees became somewhat depressed and faint. Going through the area there was a plethora of animal pens and even grounds where the goats roamed the forest floor. None of these beasts showed themselves to Lucian or his Sister as they walked through. While each of these creatures might have looked forward to a treat, let it be an apple or pair of grapes, they did not dare walk within the open once night came upon them. It was moments like this that Lucian felt the weight of the scythe within his hand. It was not heavy but reassuring to be within the grip of the young man. He was a faithful follower of the Lady, fulfilling his duty as the strongest man within the Household. Upon his shoulders his family and village stood firmly to live. This was accomplished through the scythe, a symbol of Morr. “You’re not gonna brin’ that scythe into the house!” Odgu snapped her brother out of a daze with a spat of words, “You day dreamin’?” “I was thinking to myself.” Admitted Lucian, “Give me a moment to put it in the barn.” “Good.” Odgu’s eyes shifted rather uncomfortably before walking into the building. It was only Lucian after all who would brazenly carry a Scythe almost everywhere he went without care or worry. When his brothers were done working the patches, they would try their damndest to rid themselves of such a graceful tool. He was just odd. Ever since Lucian knew who he was, he accepted that fact. Walking to the shed he opened the slightly rotten door and settled his tool among the plethora of hatchets and pitchforks that were in there. Each of them a crude make from the nearby blacksmith because his family did not want to buy anything more than needed. He looked up towards the sky again, through the thin canopy of trees. While Mannslieb was high in the sky Morrslieb did not show itself at all. Its devilish green hue was so absent that one every wondered if it was even up there. They were blessed, if just for one more night.
The sun rose above the mountainous horizon as the siren of life. The sounds of birds and sane animals triumphantly sliced through the air. Gone was the fears that night brought to the living world, now they could enjoy another day of labor and toil. The Village of Verac was quite small even by Lucian’s own standards. There were roughly ten houses within the street, each holding about ten people in each of them. Every morning was a welcoming of painful wimpers from every member of his immediate family, having the pile upon one another for both safety and warmth. It did not bother Lucian but he was just different. As early as he could get it Lucian had acquired the scythe from the shed. A familiar weight welcomed by his arms. He had spent so many years of his life with this Scythe. So long that he could not really imagine anyone else wielding it but him. “Oi, Cousin!” A shout came from the doorway of a nearby house. He had a hope that it was not him who was called out by the voice, “Lucian! I’m talkin’ to you!” “What do you need Charles?” The Peasant turned towards his cousin with a grimace on his face. He could have ignored the man, but his Cousin would simply pester him throughout the entire day if he did that. It was best to get it all over with. “You know, Lucian, I’ve been talkin’ to some of the Fathers.” The wicked grin of Charles was only exemplified by the extended chin and rotten ears, “‘Ere you been workin’ day an’ night like some ox on the fields. I was wonderin’ how you could do that.” “I’m just a little different, thats all.” Lucian told his cousin. “Bein’ a little different does not sound bad, but dats the start.” The man began creeping towards the scythe wielding peasant with delight, “Dey start a little tougher, den their skin begins to grow a little more hair. Before you know it, their feet have become hooves.” Lucian could not hide the tinge of sheer astonishment at such an accusation. So stunned was he that he could not stop his cousin. “So what do ya say, cousin? You just a little different?” >Don’t play these games.>You’ll curse us if you keep speaking. >Stay Silent>Push him away
>>5711366>You'll curse us if you keep this upI think that's accusing us of being chaotic mutant. So. . don't do that.
>>5711366>You’ll curse us if you keep speaking.>You make these kind of jokes, and next thing we know an actual one shows up in the village!
>>5711366>You’ll curse us if you keep speaking>by The Lady, hind your tongue
>>5711366>You’ll curse us if you keep speaking. “You’ve said many idiot things over the years, cousin, but this might be your dumbest day yet.”
>>5711423Bugger, I meant Mind. Also is anyone else excited to see a Scythe Knight?
>>5711366>You’ll curse us if you keep speaking
>>5711366>>You’ll curse us if you keep speaking.>“You’ve said many idiot things over the years, cousin, but this might be your dumbest day yet.”
“By the Lady, mind your tongue!” Lucian could not help but feel his blood run cold as those words were said to him, “You’ve said many idiot things over the years, cousin, but this is the dumbest day you’ve ever had!” “Dumbest?” Charles slowly leaned into Lucian with a smirk, “You not gonna deny it?”“Neither of us are mutants, blessed we are by the Lady!” Lucian said as he tried to recover the situation, “If you keep talking like that they might just come.” “With you at their head!” Jeered Charles as he looked to be launching himself upon the prey that he so meticulously prepared. Before the Cousin could say anything more though there was a shout, “Charles, what are you doin’!?” It was like an explosion from one of the Imperial Caravans had gone off. Both of them turned to see what was a growing posy of woman all poised for the strike. Lucian noticed his Sister, Odgu, was at the front of what were his first and second cousins covering her at the back. Each of them was weilding something that did not seem too deadly, but Lucian already knew an uncle who had his head bludgeoned open with one of those large serving spoons. “You going to defend him? Its obvious that he is a mu-” He did not get to finish the words as a hand reached down and grabbed him by the shoulder. It was a firm hand as well, strong enough that it might just shatter the should it was resting on. “Problem?” One of the Fathers, Simon, gripped tightened upon the shoulder of his nephew, “Git.” Charles did not need any more prompting and escaped the hand of his uncle with speeds that would make squills embarrassed. Lucian noticed then that the area seemed a lot more void of people than it was a moment ago. Where once the place was filled with what the Peasant slowly realized to be his cousins and even a few brothers, there was now no one. “Good.” Simon said as he nodded to Lucian. The Peasant took in a breath as he was quickly swarmed in the next moment by quite a few relatives. Questions came pouring one after another asking if he was feeling alright and if he was needing some help. He kinda enjoyed it, but Odgu quickly got them all away as she finally got to him.
“Sorry abou’ that, I didn’ think he would do it.” Odgu told her brother with a firmness that easily showed her place among the cousins. “Charles is full of surprises.” Answered Lucian as he looked around. Odgu grew a smile as she heard his words, “Well, I talked to the Elders. They needin someone to go get supplies, do you want to go together?” “Are you sure? I could be of good help here in the village.” Lucian countered feeling a little put on the spot. “No worryin.” She answered, “I already asked the Fathers. They do not need you in the fields today.” >Head to the City>Stay in the Fields
>>5712240>Head to the CityADVENTURE!
>>5712240>Head to the CityLet's make contact with the Shrouded brotherhood
>>5712240>Head to the CityThere's more to the world than our village, we should take this opportunity to see it!
>>5712240>>Head to the CityWe must drive the plot forward!! And it's obvious that we will return after three days of debauchery only to discover our people gone... and so the quest to find our people begins! They might be in arroyo...
>>5712240>>Stay in the FieldsThis is usually a major death flag
>>5712240>Head to the CityGood to have you back QM!
>>5712240>>Head to the City
>>5712240>Head to the City
>>5712240>Stay in the Fields
>>5712240>Head to the cityDeath flags abound.
>>5712240>>Stay in the Fields
>>5712240>Head to the City. A new story but with the usual quality, welcome back boss.
>>5712300Nano, good to see you again!
“Well, alright.” Lucian relented as he shined a smile, “Its been a few weeks since I have been to town anyways. It would be nice to see everyone again.” “Great! Lets get the donkey ready!” Cheered Odgu as she clasped the hands on Lucian’s and then quickly ran off. It did not take very long for the pair of them to get the animal and stuff together. The Donkey was an old ass of thirty five years old. He was an old beast but ever since he was bought from the village of Malet he had been faithful and strong. The wagon that Lucian rolled out to hook up to the donkey was a single axle wagon. The construction of which was far older than even himself. Most of the repairs to the wheels and axle were done so many times over the years that it was hardly the same wagon it had once been. Even with that considered it was far more capable of long distances than the wheelbarrows that were scattered across the village. Once latched to the donkey the berries were loaded on the back in about ten bushels. Already these fruits were starting to bleed in the wooden container that they were picked into for storage. If there was one thing that the family of Verac was proud of, it was the berries that came out of their fields. With the goods loaded they were off. The trip across the Brienne Valley and Plains was a pleasant one. Walking through the forest the two siblings were welcome to streams falling from cliff faces and the dozen or so animals that were frolicking across from them. They had spoken at the start of their journey but soon they were simply silent. Each enjoying the beauty as the forest and cliffs slowly became the rolling plains that Aquitaine was known for. Here and there vineyards and fields were as far as the eye could see. Each and every one of these were of excellent quality to the knowledge of Lucian. He could see children playing while the men and women worked out in the fields for their daily work. He always loved going down these roads. He loved them and the dukedom that he was but a single member of.
As they traveled down the roads of cobblestone they noticed someone in the distance. It was a single person who was upon the back of a horse. Upon instinct the two peasants and their donkey walked to the side of the road and stopped themselves for the rider to go by. The beast that the man road had its muscles actuated and strength easily presented. Each step that the beast made was with purpose and not a subtle form of dullness within the creature's mind. It knew that it was powerful and a lord amongst peasants. Upon its back was a man wearing blue and gold livery of Aquitaine. His head was held high as he knew there was no reason to look down upon the ground. Said head was in an ornate plate of steel with holes cut into it for both the eyes and mouth. Upon it was a trident symbolizing that he was indeed a lord of Aquitaine. He rode forward with a white cloak billowing within the air. He did not seem to care about the peasants or the terrain that he was walking, only that he was traveling towards the destination of whatever tournament or quest that he was tasked with. Lucian and Odgu bowed their heads upon his approach. The sound of the horse’s hooves striking the dirt as it reached them. They were to show him respect, but in some way Lucian also felt a tinge of fear towards the Knight. To be in front of someone with enough authority to cut them down was enough. However, the thing that Lucian had for the Knight was the admiration that all peasants of Bretonnia felt. A Knight was the standing embodiment of the Lady’s charge. Each of them on a path to try and attain a sip from the Grail to become a Grail Knight just like Gilles le Brton. Many of the Knightly Houses have at one point hosted a Grail Knight. It is for this blood that they each inherited strength that placed them above the common peasant in a display of might and majesty. When the Knight was at his closest the sound of the hooves stopped. A shiver of anticipation and fear crept into the heart of Lucian as he realized the warrior was just a few yards infront of him. There was no sounds of a sword being drawn though. Instead the bark of a voice far more smooth than anything Lucian had heard before. “Peasant boy, raise your head and face me.” The orders were clear.
Lucian looked up towards the Knight whose face was still covered. It was not out of any distain the Peasant thought but that he did not see it just to show it to a mere peasant. The livery of blue and gold were striking well and the shield that was upon the man’s arm hosted a grail filled with grapes. A pendant adorned his chest and the sigil of the man’s house was carried by a griffin that was upon his helm. Lucian remembered what he was told. Those who do not have to show their faces and whose heraldry tell you exactly who they were. Even a peasant like Lucian quickly realized that the man who he spoke to was a Knight of the Realm, a ranking Lord who must have had great powers vested. And in that second Lucian’s eyes made contact with the Knight’s. His heart and mind were ensnared in that moment by the man’s gaze. He was a Knight and this was the ruler, “What village are you of?” “I… I am of Verac.” Answered Lucian as he felt his heart skip a few beats. He could feel it there. The questioning of such a statement that the Knight could barely believe the words that were spoken. The ire remained upon him for a moment more. “Begone.” He said simply before putting his back towards Lucian and his Sister. The Peasants felt this breaths out for a moment and steadied them. Focusing them to a single point where calmness could be achieved. They were lucky in that, lucky in keeping their livelihoods and not found wanting by the Lord who controlled this region. “Aquitaine is just a little further ahead.” Lucian said as he caught his breath, “Lets get them dropped off.” >>Who is the buyer of the fruit? >The Local Monastery>Markets!>Tavern
>>5713035>The Local Monastery
>>5713035>The Local MonasteryLet’s see what the monks are up to?
>Markets!
>>5713035>The Local MonasteryI don't get what just happened with the knight
>>5713065The knight almost killed us for actually taking to him? That was my take
>>5713035>The Local MonasteryGive to the faith! >>5713065Knight wants to know where we're from theoretically because we look like someone he knows, after all in Bretonnia only Nobility can be Knights and also the peasantry are the worst stereotypes of their kind in nearly any setting, so I'm assuming we're a bastard or some kind of Orphan taken in by a peasant family
he realised we came from a village of disgusting Inbreeds
>>5713035>Markets!>>5713097We may come from a village of inbreeds, but no way in hell are actually related to the people there considering our lack of deformations. But if we are, then we *really* lucked out on the genetic lottery!
>>5713104Well who knows if the MC is a inbred all that noble knows is that the MC came from that village.
>>5713035>The Local MonasteryI want to meet monks
>>5713112Oh for sure, I'm just speculating.
>>5713112>we're the one Inbred whose traits all actually worked out
>>5713133Who knows, maybe we have webbed toes
https://youtu.be/80xuH8NJrbY
>>5713035>>Markets
>>5713133lol
>>5713133Even Charles II was extremely physically active and spent most of his time hunting, and managed to survive attacks of measles, chickenpox, rubella, AND smallpox in his childhood. Maybe there's something to the theory...
>>5713133Tbh last civ we did sponsor an interplanetary noble enterprise who, traditionally in that setting, could be varying levels of inbred. But it worked because gene-tech-magic.>>5713097Very in line for peasants especially in Warhammer
>>5713200Especially in bretonia. They're practically subhuman in bretonia. A skaven could probably hide in their midst
>>5713035>>Tavern
>>5713216I'm surprised there isn't a noble in the land who decided to breed his peasants like livestock given how they treat them as literal animals.Like take half the women of this village and shove them 50 miles away in another village to let them breed.
>>5713035>>Markets!
>>5713035>Tavern
Local Monastery>>5713050>>5713051>>5713065>>5713076>>5713113Markets>>5713153>>5713741>>5713053>>5713104Tavern>>5713488>>5713839Monastery won if I counted it right.
While the Dukedom holds its name with a symbol of pride, the town of Aquitaine was not as grandiose as the circumstances should have allowed. The town itself covered a few acres worth of land and was home to roughly a few thousand people. The most prominent part of the town was not the town itself but the castle that it was a shanty to. Castle Aquitaine was a rather strong fortification that had a single tower that stretched out into the skies itself. It had so many windows that the structure was originally threatened to be fragile. It was a blessed structure though, for no matter how much ruin came to the lands of Aquitaine and attacked this very Castle the pillar stood tall and unbroken. It was, as all things in Bretonnia, something to be held in pride. So much so that the Duke himself decreed that none shall dare touch it lest a whip be broken upon their back. Upon seeing the tower Lucian and his sister did not stare or slow to take in the glory. Instead their feet sped up as they both knew what was to come. The tower that watched the entire province was only built to watch over the fortress that was now appearing towards their right. It was an old fortress that was overrunned by woods and trees. Dead and decrepit from the times where monsters once occupied it. Lucian had heard several explanations on just why the place was so horrifying and why the Duke has not taken the time to tear such an evil place apart brick by brick. Most of those explanations were that the place belonged to the forces of Chaos. That it was a once renowned fortress that had its Lord betray the entire realm for selfish desire and insanity. Even drunkers did not dare say anything more for the fear of Chaos was always at the edge of their minds and soul. All that Lucian learned in the end was that Louis the Righteous, then Duke of Aquitaine and King of Bretonnia, killed the monster in open combat. Lucian dared not ponder or even look at the structure any longer than he already had. He was already tempting the powers that be for his thoughts on the matter. As they came across the town of Aquitaine Lucian could not deny that the thoughts of such a fortress were still with him. Looking upon the town it seemed that the city did not forget what the monster had done to it. There were two parts to the city, the east which prospered and continued to grow while the west seemed all but dead. It would be half an hour more before they made it to their destination Lucian knew. Their destination was on the east side, meaning their trip would take just that little bit longer.
Odgu, who was leading them, took the route that took them to the completely other side of the town. The men-at-arms who were guarding the eastern gates opening the way for the pair of Peasants to march into the castletown that was Aquitaine. Walking the streets of Aquitaine was both a grave and a grand experience. Lucian could never fully comprehend just how many people were walking about the place. At the same time, one should always look at their feet to make sure nothing unsavory was disturbed by their feet. The streets were winding and nearly nonsensical as they traveled about them. Lucian knew his way only partly. If someone accidently led him or his sister down one of the many winding alleys he was sure neither of them were going to escape easily. Such was a warning even one of the Fathers gave him, the man saying that he was lost within the town for two days before escaping with barely a stomach or throat. The one luxury that the two peasants had was that their path was always infront of them and stood high in the sky above them. Eventually the streets began to be emptied out as shining white walls stood out above their heads. Just as the two of them approached the walls one of the men-at-arms who were standing guard departed from his post to approach. “Who approached Castle Aquitaine?” The two peasants quickly bowed their heads at the sudden demands. Lucian then spoke their piece, “We are Lucian and Odgu of Verac sir! We have come to deliver the week’s fruit to the Monastery.” “Raise your heads so that I can see your faces.” Ordered the soldier whose voice was reinforced with the authority of both the Duke but all who lived within the fortress. They did as asked and the man studied their faces for a moment. He focused extremely hard upon Odgu, with only a passing glance at Lucian. For what he was examining her for Lucian could only guess. All he knew was these guards always took such hard looks at his kinsmen and not himself. Some would be allowed in, others will not at what seemed to be the whim of the official. “Go in.” He declared.“Thank you.” Lucian said as he grabbed the reigns of the donkey and began walking onto the castle grounds.
The Castle was bigger than the town which was built in front of its gates. Massive wide open fields of grass were a common feature for place as well as men riding their horses through such perfect grounds. There were a few horsemen on the grounds but these were Yeoman and some men-at-arms. None of them carried the rank of even a Knight Errant. Though there was not a Nobleman in sight neither Lucian nor Odgu left the shadows of the walls. This was not their place and both of them knew that. Their destination was already upon their names as they wanted to be in and out of their sanctified grounds of war as soon as possible. Luckily for them it was not long. Near the rear of the fortress was one of the few places that were further fortified above the castle. Large stone fences surrounded what would have been an open garden. At one place within the walls was a grand temple where a pair of gates were held wide open. The two peasants slowly made their way to the Temple of Morr, prostrating themselves at the portal as one of the priests came out to greet them. “Hello child, the desire for foodstuff has been quite prevalent.” The Priest said as he walked over to examine the goods that were brought. Lucian reached over and moved the scythe that was lying on top of the berries with a solemn smile, “We work to serve the Lady and all who work with her.” “Know that your efforts do not go unnoticed. A Damsel has tasted your family’s goods recently during our latest meeting together.” Lucian could not speak but held himself in awe as he heard such a comment. It was Odgu who said, “Really?” “Aye, she even expressed enjoyment of them.” He answered with a kind grin. Lucian felt a tear run down his face upon hearing those words. Such a comment was taken as a golden word for any peasant who would hear it. As he did so however someone else walked up to them.
The man was wearing the black robes custom of a Priest of Morr. While his head was covered by the cloth Lucian quickly noticed a few of the regalia that were upon the man’s chest and waist. They were skulls with leaves furrowed behind them. An Imperial. Not only an imperial, but one who was allowed into a fortress of Bretonnia. “Ah, you are leaving brother.” The Priest of Morr who Lucian was talking to placed his hand flat upon his nose as the other fellow passed by, “May Morr guide you.” The other did not respond and instead he stared at Lucian. Without prompting the Imperial started to walk his way towards the pair of Peasants without addressing his fellow in the slightest. His attention was squarely upon Lucian and there was no question about it. This was a different kind of study than that used by the Knight of the Realm. This Priest was trying to make some kind of sense of what Lucian was, or at least that was the feeling he got. Not the accusatory stare that was from the Nobleman. “Have we met before?” The man said bluntly. “I… I don’t think we have.” Lucian answered with a creeping sense of discomfort rocking his body. “I see.” And further unlike the Knight of the Realm his eyes became lit, “From which direction do you come from? Where is your village?” “V-Verac, to the west.” Lucian felt like taking a step back but his feet were rooted to the ground as he stammered out an answer. “So the Forest of Chalons…” The Priest said as he looked to the side to see the scythe that was brought with everything else, “Morr has guided me well.” Without a word the Imperial made his way out much to the confusion of all present. While nothing too odd happened, Lucian could not help but feel his very soul shaken by it. >Head straight home>Visit a Friend or two>Provide some volunteer labor to the temple
>>5714162>Provide some volunteer labor to the templeBeginning to think that the theory of us being the children of some knight of Morr is true
>>5714162>Provide some volunteer labor to the temple. Peasants who work hard are hard to replace.
>>5714162>Provide some volunteer labor to the templeWhy not?
>>5714162>>Provide some volunteer labor to the templeThe more useful we are the more long lived we will
>>5714162>Provide some volunteer labor to the templeMaybe we will see this Morr priest again when we return at home
>>5714162>Visit a Friend or two
>>5714162>>Provide some volunteer labor to the temple
>>5714162>Provide some volunteer labor to the temple
>>5714162>Provide some volunteer labor to the templeFor six days thou shalt do all thou art able, and the seventh the same but pound out the cable
>>5714162>>Head straight home
>Provide some volunteer labor to the temple
>>5714162>>Visit a Friend or two
>>5714162>Visit a friend
>>5714162>Visit a Friend or twoNice to see you back qm
Labor for the Temple>>5714164>>5714172>>5714182>>5714184>>5714196>>5714212>>5714213>>5714221>>5714340>>5714585>>5714589>>5714632>>5714649>>5714482A Friend or Two>>5714210>>5714514>>5714571>>5714583>>5714686>>5714825>>5714892Straight Home>>5714452That is a lot of votes.
“Who was he?” Lucian spoke aloud his question without much thought placed in it. “Wendel Wolfmar.” The Priest of more responded as he shook his head, “He is a member to the Order of the Shroud, a wanderer going from battlefields to ruins in search of giving the people their divine protection after death. Do not mind him, for he is guided by the Dreams of Morr.” “I see…” Lucian could not help but feel his confusion dampen but he shook his head at the matter, “Once we get the fruit inside does the temple need help with anything?” “We could use a hand cutting the grass within the Garden.” the priest said as he began walking into the building, “Odgu, we could use some help repairing the clothing of the saved.” “I can.” Odgu announced with what was a sense of unease within her voice. Lucian knew none of his family really enjoyed coming here but their service to the cult was paramount. It was when Lucian started helping them out did the Cultist start buying their fruit every week. It was a day’s worth of labor, both traveling and working, that gave them such an honorable buyer. It was worth it though. With his scythe in hand Lucian walked through the main portal and through the doors that led into the gardens. The Gardens of Morr were always a dreary place for the dead always rested here. Just as the man said the grass had gotten a little too tall and a few weeds had infested the flower beds. So Lucian began his work at cleaning the place. Place after place the Peasant worked with his blade cutting through swathes of plants. His hand gripping the plants by their base and pulling up the roots with the plant. With each pull he killed the weed that dared to infect the land of the noble dead. The Garden was filled with no just tombstones but mausoleums that venerated a great many of the past Dukes and Lords of Aquitaine. While Bordeleaux was far more populated and where the Duke of this era spent most of his time, it was both fashionable in the current and previous ages that they be buried in these very gardens. In a way working here allowed Lucian to venerate both Morr and the Lady in tandem. So Lucian worked.
The goal of the Gardens of Morr was mainly the defence of corpses. When one’s corpse was taken in by the dirt it was much harder to raise it from the dead. In such it was a successful victory by the cult to prevent foul Necromancy to raise the spirit from the domain of Morr. When it came to the burning of corpses or leaving them outside, neither options were good. The burning of a corpse was to venerate the Lord Khain, brother and killer of Morr. If left out in the open then the body would become host to pathogens belonging to Nurgle. These two things considered the burial of bodies to be the most precious thing. As for why one would use a mausoleums, whose sole role is the preservation of a body, is because there were other interests at play than simply keeping the dead from rising again. One such mausoleum that Lucian was working next to was none other than the one belonging to Louis the Righteous. A Grail Knight was an eternal Servant of the Lady and for that their body was a temple to her divine elegance. As their living forms were but the Lady’s will made manifest, their Morr Blessed bodies had become her eternal temples. Lucian felt it before he saw it. The air shifted just the smallest bit. He remembered someone describing at one point the taste of sugar placed directly upon the tongue. How its sweetness was so overwhelming that it could cause one’s jaw to twitch in delight. Now he knew that sensation. She walked out of the mausoleum of Louis without much care. Unearthly beauty radiating from her face as she inhumanly graced the ground with every touch. It was not the feeling of wrongness there that was the issue but just how otherworldly the woman seemed to be. He knew in an instant that this was a Damsel of the Lady. Too awestruck by her beauty he could not even force himself to bow to her as a peasant like he should. If he were to die for such transgression Lucian might not have mind except for the inconvenience that it would have his family. Suddenly a thought crowded his mind. An alien thought that should not have been his own. Gazing upon her unearthly dark hair and deep set of crystalline eyes however pushed his thoughts to greater heights. >Speak to her>Hold that tongue
>>5715076>KNEEL or at least honestly attempt to >apologize for your impertinence, but you were struck by her beautyI'm liking where this is going
>>5715076>Hold that tongueQuick, prostate yourself Lucian!
>>5715086You're uh missing a second "R" there
>>5715076>>Speak to her
>>5715076>brother and killer of MorrWhile the legends tell they are brother constantly fighting over control of the dead Morr is still alive. unless that is just what Lucian thinks.>supporting >>5715080
>>5715080I like that one.
>>5715076>>5715080>support
>>5715080+1Simp hours
>>5715080SIMP SIMP SIMP
>>5715080>kneel as this anon suggests
>>5715076Poor guy sees a woman with eyes that aren't darkest brown and think her eyes are literal amethysts. Not to mention the noble privilege of shampoo and hair care products.>Speak to herOffer her a bushel of berries in this trying time, surely visiting the mausoleum of Louis she was praying for strength and heroism.
>>5715076>Supporting:>>5715080
Kneel, KNEEEEEEL!!!!>>5715080>>5715121>>5715216>>5715268>>5715348Hold Thy's Tongue>>5715086Speak to her>>5715114>>5715312>>5715349>>5715387Note to many of you, please Greentext your votes. If you do not I do not count them. Does not matter here, but it almost did.
>>5715080+supporting
>>5715804
>>5715804you have to use > at the beginning.>Like this
He needed to kneel. He needed to Kneel! HIs failure up until this moment to do so was both a stain upon his place was a peasant and that of the woman before him. A Damsel was far greater than he ever could be and thus should attend to her with all forms of care and honor. His failure to do so was sacrilege of the highest order. A tarnishing of the morality of Bretonnia that would start with him. He forced himself. Pushing against the stiffness of his body that was waging a war against his mind. He could only compare what he felt now to the times in which Morr’s Terror gripped him. When his body was unwilling to move because of the sheer horror that he was experiencing infesting him. It was sudden. He could feel the snapping of something tense and strong when he finally started to bend his knees towards the ground. His muscles seemed to bruise as their protest were suddenly shattered and sent flying into Morr’s dirt below him. Lucian could feel the refreshing of the water upon his dirt covered pants. There was no real discomfort for this was where he belonged. He was a Peasant and she was beyond even a Nobleman. Rumored to have been trained by the Fae Enchantress herself, a Damself was second only to Grail Knights in the hierarchy of Bretonnia. He stood there for several beats of his pulsing heart. He was expecting to hear her feet paddle against the dirt as she did not pay any attention to the man that was he. That when the shadows eclipsed another shard of grass that he would be free to resume his duties. From the corner of his vision he noticed her shoes. Not only had they stopped moving but they had turned to face him. She was looking at him. Fear crept within his being and in the next sudden twist he spoke, “Damsel of the Lady, I beg you to forgive me for my impertinence! I have been ensnared by your beauty that has no peer or parody. For that, I seek penance.” “Penance,” The words were swiftly carried through the air with what could be described as fluff. The sweetness of a berry made it into the voice a human could speak, “Rise, peasant, so that I may see who I exact my judgment upon.” A powerful command Lucian could not deny no matter how little sense it made. His feet soon rooted themselves once again upon the ground as Lucian stood to as great a height as possible. As if a spell was broken, he realized that the Damsel was shorter than he. So great a pedestal he placed the woman upon that such a fact seemed unearthly.
“Your name.” The woman spoke as quickly as the Peasant rose. That was reasonable, for a Damsel surely could remember the face of a person with something as simple as a glance. She only needed a name to go with it. “Lucian of Verac.” He did not make his words flowery or convoluted. He simply answered her question to the best of his ability. Lucian felt his eyes were getting a true look upon her. Slowly fading was the fae-presence that was there but instead that of a powerful noblewoman. That power he realized was not political. She was divinely empowered as were all Damsels. He did not know why or how he understood it but likely what he felt earlier was just a glimpse into her mystical arts. It was then that a soft smile graced her face, “You were the seller of those blue berries I had some days ago.” “Y-yes I am Madam.” He held back whatever cheers he felt from being instantly recognized and spoke clearly, “If you so wish I have a bushel still within the cart. It might pay assistance to one such as you who came to the Garden of Morr.” That soft smile of hers changed somehow. Lucian had of course talked to lots of people within Aquitaine but never had he talked to a Noblewoman such as she. For this fact he was only aware that something within her demeanor changed but whatever secrets were hidden behind it he could not divine. “I accept this gift. Will you guide me to your cart so that we can pick up your gift to me?” She said simply. “Of course!” He cheered before quickly cleaning his scythe so that he would not bring the gravedirt into the Temple. At a walking pace the two of them exited the temple with some of the Priests within the place looking curiously upon them. Upon their arrival at the donkey drawn cart Lucian traded out the scythe for the bushel. He felt a little regret leaving his scythe alone but he must. He was to pay this tithe of penance to her.
Lucian did not expect much conversation to come between them as they walked through the grassfields. As such it was the woman who spoke first, “How many times have you been to Castle Aquitaine?” With a bushel of berries in hand Lucian could not properly express his surprise at the words just spoken. He answered them though, “I come by once every two weeks and have done so for five years.” There was a short pause there as Lucian was shaken by the prospect of ‘small talk’ with a Damsel of all peoples. He was a Peasant yet… He did not need to think about it much harder and continued, “I started when I met a few of the Priests out in the town. They saw my village’s goods as high quality so they received them. Uh, yourself?” “I have been here for ten years.” She answered simply, “This Castle is where I was stationed to serve the Lady. To administer to the sick and wounded Knights who come seeking care in the Lady’s arms.” Lucian nodded as he realized that she was a healer, “Then I hope my berries help both the Knights and yourself, Madam. I cannot hope for anything more than that.” “To speak like that, someone will mistake you for a Chivalric Knight.” She said with a calm tranquility. “I-I cannot compare to them!” Lucian announced quickly. The Damsel looked away from Lucian for that moment with a smile to herself. In a hushed voice that she thought he could not hear the words being spoken, “You just might.”With those words spoken they arrived at a building with a great grail upon the stained glass windows. All about the place statues of valiant Knights and symbols each signifying the righteousness of the cause. In his moment of awe Lucian only then realized that the woman had slipped out of his hands the bushel of fruit that was to be given. This was the moment they would part. A peasant like him would never step into a Temple dedicated to the Lady. However in such a short moment he still had the woman’s attention, he could ask her something. >What is your name? >Any guidance to give?>Is there anything else you wish of me?
>>5715841>What is your name?>"So I may tell the guards to warn you when I arrive with the next parsel, of course."
>>5715846Bushel, not parselDon't know how I made that mistake.
>>5715841>is there anything else you wish of me?How can we serve?
>>5715805i am sorry qm, i was actually catching up with the quest and forgot to refresh the page
>>5715841>>is there anything else you wish of me?i like this option, more shorter and straight to the point, whatever we might be, the mc thinks himself a peasent, so i dont want to temp fate by acting above our station.
>>5715868Oh, more making fun of you for not Green texting right after I said to do so.
>>5715841>Is there anything else you wish of me?everything else sounds too impertinent for a mere peasant.
>>5715841>How many I serve thee?Kinda feels like this is leading up to a "I asked for but a strand of hair...she gave me three" tier situation speaking of >Ask for a strand of hair to remember her by, or even her name so we can address the next Bushel for herMaximum Simpery, For The Lady, and for Morr!
>>5715841>What is your name?>Any guidance to give?>Is there anything else you wish of me?"Another man called me different, though I hope he meant no true ill. A questing knight stopped and had me raise my face to him. A man of Morr's Shroud too thought he knew my face, though we had never met. All together they weigh on me head uneasy. What am I to do but ask your guidance and blessing, for today is surely the strangest I have yet known."
>>5715841>What is your name?
>>5715904>Supporting this
>>5715904>>5715921
>>5715935No, I am in character as an illiterate and inbred peasant
>>5715939
>>5715935Thank you for your support fellow peasant
>>5715841>Is there anything else you wish of me?
>>5715841>Any guidance to give?>Is there anything else you wish of me?>>5715884This seems fairly normal questions to ask. Asking for guidance is more a religious/social opinion on how to go about life, which is something a peasant might ask. Lucian is young, and bretonnians are quite religious.Anything else is offering to do more free work, which brettonians do.Asking for the name is the only one border line near insolence, but it would be mostly out of ignorance and curiosity of Lucian. Her name is likely known in the land, and probably here in the town and the temple.
>>5715841>Any guidance to give?
>>5715841>What is your name?>Is there anything else you wish of me?
>>5715841ask for>>A braid of hair>>What is your name?
>>5715841 Asking for guidance can sound like asking for a reward for our services. And I don't know if a peasant should know a Damsel name. So continuing to convey to her that we are worthy of her attention seems to me the right decision.>Is there anything else you wish of me?
Your Name?>>5715846>>5715908>>5715952>>5715995>>5716194>>5716333>>5716377>>5716448Anything else you wish?>>5715862>>5715875>>5715884>>5715902>>5716062>>5716498Guidance>>5716085>>5716104The name wins
>>5716562Damn, I was hoping to be 3/3 for winning votes
>>5716580Its a mostly true democracy man, sometimes you are not on the winning side.
>>5716582I'm not angry about it, I'm just disappointed, have this as recompense
Omg Machine QM quest!Back on my bookmarks you go!
>>5716643How do yours look? Mine look like a dissapointment. So many QMs that flaked...
He had to think fast, not caring what came out of his mouth. A question had hung there and it needed to be spoken. It needed to be spoken for Lucian did not wish to regret this very moment for the rest of his peasant damned life. “Madam, may I ask your name?” He finally said. Here Lucian got a good look at her. Her hair was a deep blond while her eyes were that of crystalline blue. He had heard through rumors and some murals that the Fay Enchantress, representative of the Lady, had powerful green eyes with the same beauty he saw before him. He did not care for anything else at that moment. Lucian did not care for her figure for this woman was not something he lusted for. She was someone to who he wanted to remember even when he stands with Morr. “I am Alberea the Golden, Damsel of Castle Aquitaine.” She answered with a voice so smoothly that it went directly into the mind of the Peasant, “Good bye, Lucian. If the Lady shall have us meet again, I look forward to that moment.” With those words she left him speechless. Lucian would not forget for how could he? His time at Castle Aquitaine had come to an end. The sun slowly inching towards the setting horizon. The Peasants did not chance staying around Aquitaine for any longer than they could for they had no money to stay within one of the few inns within the place. Their trip took them past the ruins and through the grape ladened plains. There was no issues as they traveled. Not a Knight or another rowdy peasant getting in their way. While things seemed calm Lucian felt something was wrong. Looking up into the sky he saw just barely what had concerned him. It was massive and green. Its full features are being clouded by the clouds trying to protect the world from its ire. They were failing though and thus the night seemed to have just the smallest tinge of green. It was Morrslieb.
Lucian could see it now. Upon the Horizon as large as a mountain was Morrslieb. The green moon smiling evily upon him from its impervious station. He ran. Running into the forest he noticed the barking of wolves. The monsters looming across the fields that were stalking him. They had started tracking him when they saw him standing before Morrslieb. Now that he was within the forest they were upon him. As he ran a horde of ravens flew from the trees. The birds chattering causing the beasts to become confused and start to run off his trail. As he ran the Peasant noticed one of the Ravens, whose coat was so black he noticed it because of the void it left, was now leading before him. He followed it. He could hear the sounds of dead leaves and plants being crushed under his feet. The crumbling of plants as the life of the world was slowly drained into the death dirt underneath him. It hit Lucian at this moment, the smells being so familiar yet he could not place his finger upon it. It was then that the Raven went flying into the air, scending into the heavens where it belonged. As Lucian ran upon the ground he was welcomed with a pair of fangs. Lucian felt a cold sweat dripping down his neck. The sudden shock to his mind becoming aches in both his head and muscles as they had all tensed from the momentary freight that he felt. He had to get up and move his limbs. The Peasant wiggled out of the pile that his family members made. They were like livestock being stacked so high off the ground and it was a little worrisome to get out of there without disturbing anyone’s sleep. Walking outside he felt the cold air slam into his face. His thoughts were only that he wanted his scythe, for he felt like he should have something in hand. Something to calm his mind. That was not much of a fight now. He gave the tool a few good swings to see how it felt within his hands. It was in some way satisfactory as he imagined some fiend attacking him. Yet as he imagined such a foe, it seemed all too real. He could feel it, the desire for sleep creeping back upon him. Yet he resisted it for nothing more than the terror that was welling within his heart. >Walk around the village>Stand in front of home>Head out into the Forest.
>check on the donkeyWe sort of teleported there and I'm worried about the old thing
>>5716755>check on the donkey
>>5716755>>Walk around the villageMaybe we can get slightly higher up to a vantage point. Like on a haystack to survey the area. If the moon is full, then the light will allow us to a good view around.If we have a whistle, we can take a long too. Makes for a good signal.
>>5716765>check on the donkeySeems like a good idea but also >Thank the Dream Father, Morr, for deliverance from his enemiesJust seems right to thank the guy, fun fact as a side note Morr is the God of Death, Dreams, and prophecyAlso who's willing to bet that the Familiar but Unknown scent is Truffles (which brettonia is known for)I'm really happy we seem to be going down the path of Faith, it's lending these quests a very nice feeling although I do hope we don't go as far as we did last quest (I enjoyed it I just don't want to retread old ground)
>>5716754>>Their trip took them past the ruins and through the grape ladened plains. There was no issues as they traveled. Not a Knight or another rowdy peasant getting in their way.They got home safetly>>While things seemed calm Lucian felt something was wrong. Looking up into the sky he saw just barely what had concerned him.This is where the dream beginsWhy do you guys want to waste an update on a DONKEY Reeee....>Head out into the ForestI want to see that Raven in waking times, not in dreams. Maybe face those that preyed our dream
>>5716755>>check on the donkeydonkey is our life
>>5716755>Stand in front of home
>>5716755>Walk around the villageLook around slowly. Close the door behind us after making sure our family is safe and just snoring
>>5716755>Head out into the Forest.Prophetic dream?
>>5716755>Stand in front of home. A man's duty is to defend his home, even if it means blocking the entrance h8wnjxusing his dead body.
>Head out into the Forest.
>>5716872Did you briefly become a chaos spawn?
>>5716884 I thought I was giving the wrong captcha answer but no I wrote it in the wrong place.
>>5716755>>Walk around the village
>>5716789I'll have you know that donkey is an important part of our family
>>5716755>>Stand in front of home
>>5716754>> Her hair was a deep blond while her eyes were that of crystalline bluei though it was raven black?
>>5717057Wizard did it.
>>5716755>Stand in front of homeis our sister still with us ?
>>5716755>Stand in front of homeProtect our family
Raven are birds of Tzeetntch...or were those crows?
Check on the Donkey!>>5716767>>5716794>>5716765>>5716783Walk around the village>>5716774>>5716845>>5716892Stand Guard>>5716813>>5716831>>5716872>>5716933>>5717090>>5717146Head for the Forest>>5716860>>5716879Stand Guard Won Noted on the Donkey.
>>5717306What's the Donkey's name by the way? We should sneak her a radish or something
>>5717317It was not named, not yet. I am taking suggestions.
It was a short walk over to the shed to grab his scythe and Lucian followed his trail back to his home. That sense of unease had not yet left him. While he surely wanted to sleep he felt that sleeping was the last thing he wanted to do. So he stood guard outside the home of his family. Studying the forest Lucian felt his spine shiver. THe very bones within his body were shaking as a cold gust of air was carried through threatening to steal all the heat from his flesh. If he was like his brothers he would have surely returned to the pile of bodies to keep himself alive for just that little bit more time. He chose now not to. For as the wind came through he heard the subtle sound of footsteps among the winds. They were the soft pattles of dogs, such steps that should not have caused him worry. Every gust of wind that came he could hear more and more of those creatures. He had heard such sounds before when he was walking the numerous trails of Aquitaine. Lucian was not surprised when he started to catch the movement within the edges of the forest. Verac was surrounded by such trees and thus he could see them everywhere. AS he stood guard they were able to choose which angle they wanted to attack him from. HIs vigilance soon turned to confusion as a thin layer of smoke came crawling from the edges of the flora. Never had Lucian seem such a rolling cloud within the forest, and never had he seen such a malevolent fog coming forth towards him. He waited patiently then. His Scythe no longer rested upon the ground but instead raised within his hands. With the Scythe as his relic, Lucian gave a small prayer to none other than Morr himself. It was obvious now that Morr wished for him to face these creatures and thus woke him with such a disturbing dream. Another creeping tingle crawled down his spine. It was like a bug had wiggled its way into his shoulder and crawled its way through his skin into the center column of his body. Arriving there it had gone all the way down to his pelvis and eventually crept into the ground underneath his feet. His body knew what was happening. Yet Lucian waited until the full green light of Morrslieb broke through the clouds for a single moment to see them all through the trees. There were several dozen of them. While indeed they were a kind of wolf their size was much more compared to that of a freshly birthed calf than that of a dog. Where a wolf of normal size could take away a young child with ease, these were the right size to take adults with them. Their eyes were beading with the green light of Morrslieb. Such glares telling Lucian that they were all looking upon him.
The Wolves slowly crept in. Their eyes glanced upon him with the utmost caution. It seemed that whatever foul sorcery had turned them into the dire wolves they had become, it did not drive out the instinct and weariness that had allowed the wolves to stay alive for so long. Lucian kept watch of the creatures with his heart beating hard. Everytime the light of Morrslieb broke through the trees he noticed that the beasts had launched themselves so much closer than what they had previously been. Whenever the light sliced in each of them were hiding themselves amongst the foliage and fog that some of them were creeping with. Each of them hoped that by hiding they could break the line of sight of Lucian and get into a blindspot of the defender. And they had, for Lucian watched slowly as the number of wolves visible were dwindling. Was such numbers because they were breaking off across the village or were they truly hiding from him. Indeed many of the beasts hid in places where their bulky bodies stuck out. Yet he realized that a few of what he was seeing were those that had gone missing in the last flash of light. Now they had pierced the edge of the village. Their full demented forms being shown by the green moonlight. They were almost here and they were after them all. Should he cry out? Try to awaken the people asleep within the home so that they could try to get to safety? If he did that it would surely spook the beasts and cause them all to launch themselves upon the peasant as they tried to silence by raising the hue and cry. If he does not then they will continue this scheme of theirs. Maybe it was good to keep them cautious, for he might be able to catch one or two of them if they try to nip at him like they did the donkey. Lastly… he could…Lucian did not have much time left. The fog was reaching his heels. >Run away>Raise the Hue and Cry!>Silence
>>5717328>SilenceDon't make prey noises, keep the Scythe moving though, see if we can catch the biggest one unawareAlso I forgot to say earlier but if Morrslieb is overhead then we should probably be wearing a hat, the Mutant-Moon is dangerous >>5717318Perhaps Carrot then or Radish, whatever her favourite food is
>>5717328>Silence
>>5717318truffles
>>5717328>Raise the Hue and Cry!https://www.wikihow.com/Survive-a-Wolf-Attackbeing aggressive is the key to scaring off a wolf or making them think you aren't worth the effort.
>>5717328>SilenceWe can listen...
>>5717354These ones are mutated, touched by the source of most evil
>>5717328#>SilenceAlso second the hat, thought might be too late with us about to go into battle. (Myabe Morr can try to get a cloud over that moon?)>>5717318>Truffles or Violet
>>5717328>Silently move home from home and inform the village heads to prepare to barricade the houses and fight. Get a cloak and a hat from home, we will first inform dad.Beside that dumb cousin, we are reliable and well looked by the village. They will listen to us.This wolves will easily slaughter us alone, Morr doesn't choose fools or idiots. Verac cant be saved only with the might of a peasant boy, it can be saved by his mind and skill instead. We have the advantage of the wolves being slow and cautious, so let's exploit it and prepare a surprise.
>>5717328>>Raise the Hue and Cry!
>>5717328> Raise the Hue and Cry!Raise the alarm!
>>5717328>Raise the Hue and cryIf we want to save people, they can't die in their beds
>>5717328>Raise the Hue and Cry! These are creatures partially corrupted by chaos, they are more intelligent than a normal wolf. If we don't give our people a fighting chance, they will all die in their beds.
>>5717328Kill our family while screaming blood for the blood god then hack apart the wolves while yelling out to khorne for power
>>5717518Not a terrible idea, just needs a bit of modification>>5717503>Adding to this, a Prayer to Morr. Shouted or muttered, a god's protection isn't one that we would shun
>>5717518>>5717521I'll deny the Chaos part. This is a Bretonnian Peasant Quest, and Bretonnia does not have Chaos Cults only Incursions and Invasions.
>>5717527You know what fair point but I counter with it's time to go full Merovech.
>>5717527It was a prayer for Morr, the guy who's cult we've been doing work for? I think a god of death, but I'm honestly new to this setting.>Just pray to whatever god it was we've been helping and has a scythe
Pray to the Lady of the lake her blessing shall help us protect our family.
>>5717328>Raise the Hue and Cry!
>>5717533>Aping Merovech The Bloody-Handed the Rebel of MousillonHow about no? I'd rather launch into an invasion of Cockaigne, I hear they have a mountain made of Sweet-Crystal and great springs of Broth that upwell from the earth itself
>>5717527It does occur to me that Chaos has surprisingly little presence in Bretonnia, in comparison to Necromancy/Vampirism. IIRC typically the limited examples of Chaos are like, that one time a Chaospawn appeared to guard a damsel for a new Grail knight to save her or a sorcerer that I might be forgetting.Much more numerous are the Vampiric or Black Magic things. Moussilon, the Red Duke, the Bloody Grail, Mallobaude, Genevieve, Merrovech, Cylostra, Erikan Crowfiend, Blood Dragons and Black Grail Knights.If we wanted to go bad, the more traditional thing to do is go undead. But I wonder why it is the case that the Lady's blessings can ward away chaos but not necromancy as easily.
>>5717719 Considering the origins of the divine Lady, I would say that preventing chaotic contamination in the local human population is her primary function. In theory the divine juice should solve the other problems.
>>5717488>>SilenceTry to off at least one or two sneakily then maybe make noise. Wolves respect aggression so if we start making noise before we scythe something they'll see us as whining prey rather than a howling predator.
>>5717768I can see that. Lileath has to protect both her Bretonnians and the Elves, so it's much easier to focus on anti Chaos and leave Necromancy to her minions. The Elves rarely interact with Vampires in the first place, having little temptation for a worse form of immortality.
>>5717787 Nano this is a doubt I always had, in fantasy elves are naturally immortal? Or just some of them that don't age?
Silence>>5717337>>5717355>>5717410>>5717469>>5717488>>5717377>>5717779Raise the Hue and Cry!>>5717354>>5717473>>5717489>>5717503>>5717514>>5717583>>5717594>>5717679Raise the Hue and Cry!
>>5717801There are explicit mentions in HE/DE editions that elves functionally do not age, however that after many thousands of years (usually 6-7000 given the timeframe of WHF), they "grow weary of life and pass away" in a Tolkien elf fashion.Later editions introduced Waystones/Spiritstones to protect Elf souls from thirsting Slaanesh on their way to Morai-Heg, or to be bound to protect Ulthuan, some on the ground or others worn around the neck iirc.
>>5717804>>5717335Do I not count anymore?
>>5717818You were missed, thanks for pointing it out. Next vote breaks the tie. I was partial to Silence but I already have a page of Raise the Hue and Cry already done and I am damn proud of it.
>>5717820Oh then just discount my vote if you've already written it up, I could have gone either way
>>5717826Got it. To everyone: when you vote try to only link the original post or what you are supporting. I use 4chan X which auto organizes the posts but linking multiple posts hurts that organization. I won't force you though, just my suggestion. In the end this was my error.
>>5717804> Raise the Hue and Cry!
The decision needed to be made quickly for the wolves were crossing by one of the nearby buildings. An entire family line, those of great great cousin Albert were to be slaughtered now that he failed in his duties. Quickness was the name of the game and thus he quickly muttered a prayer to himself. “Oh Lady guide my voice and Morr guide by life here-after.” Upon his prayer he felt the eyes of all the wolves around him become lit. Each of their attentions drawn to him in a single moment of ferocity. A dryness came into his mouth and he could feel his heart sink. A sickening thought came into his mind of whether any others within his village would do this for him. He knew for sure Charles would not and even Odgu being a loving Sister was not a woman fit for such a damning task. A sense of alienation came as Lucian started counting several names of those who might not do what he’s about to do. It was obvious to him why his mind recalled these names and told him that they would not help him. The body was trying to save itself. But his soul would not allow it and if his single death would be enough to save even one other than his actions were noble. “BROTHERS AND SISTERS OF VERAC! THE BEASTS OF DAMNATION COME! WAKE AND FLEE!”His voice boomed through the village like the rolling of thunder. As if welcoming his call the light of Morrslieb shattered through the trees. Lucian could feel the evil face of the moon looking upon him with a wicked sense of entertainment as the wolves lunged upon him. Instinctively the peasant moved his tattered robes so that his face was hidden from the moon’s gaze. Enough time being given to him to handle his weapon against the first of several hounds of chaos charging him! The first Direwolf that was upon him had foam coming out of its mouth like some sickly mania. Yet its eyes were perfectly sane as such wide jaws unhinged themselves to bite at his neck. Lucian moved his scythe just as he always had, placing a heavy weight into the weapon right before the inner blade touched the flesh of the beast. It yelped as his weapon went from the skin into the muscle that lied underneath it. However the blunt tool of a peasant no matter how well cared for could not pierce the ribbed torso that he was trying to hard to sever. Lucian felt a massive weight upon his tool as he bashed aside the wolf with sheer strength of body and will to the side. As the others came Lucian knew this was not a hunt but a battle now.
With his scythe already bloodied by one of them the beasts realized that a full frontal assault was not in their favor. In an instant the horde of monsters surrounded the Peasant with vengeance in their eyes for the wounds that he inflicted upon their pack. Lucian felt it because he even heard it. From behind one of the beasts had crossed the distance in an instant and sank its jaws into his right leg. The feeling of his heart pounding as Lucian quickly brought his weapon around and slammed the edge of the weapon where he believed the jugular of the beast to be. With a mighty pull all strength within the wolf's jaws were lost as Lucian severed the artery. Blood spewing across the ground as future fertilizer for his future grave. Lucian had to be quick as he slammed the rear of his weapon into another beast that was in mid leap towards him from the other side. He felt the reversed weight threaten to rip the weapon from his hands as the wolf was knocked out of the air to sprawl upon the ground. Lucian felt instinct take him as he threw himself backwards. A pair of jaws coming down from above that were threatening to bite his head off with a single motion. Why he did it he did not know and he did not have the moment to thank the Gods above for his motion. He tried to swipe at the beast but the wolf had already broken distance before he could find a good place to ready his weapon once again. There was not another attack. While Lucian had only killed a single one of them the beasts still had their nature. Challenging the strong that could kill any of their pack was never a smart move in the wild and they would not commit themselves to it unless they were positively sure. Now counting eight among them Lucian knew they had those numbers. Lucian noticed then and there that no movement could be heard behind him. No, even the entire village was silent sans the howling and growls that were scattered about the place. Confusion quickly turned to terror as he tried to rationalize it. As he feared that his death would become meaningless he noticed someone approaching from the fog. That sensation that was creeping throughout his body came again in the form of a clicking pressing against his skull. A warning from whatever bounds of reality he did not know telling him to run and hide. He could not understand why as he saw the face of a woman within the light of Morrslieb. Whatever colors she possessed drowned by green, she had what could be described as a cruel smile written across her face.
“Hello there~” The woman said as she gave a bow of mockery towards Lucian, “To think that a valiant Knight would be defending this hovel of fleas this late into the night. It almost warms my heart to see you try so hard.” Lucian felt his mind snap as he realized what she was saying. Confusion was made but now he had a face to it, “Who are you!?” “Does it matter?” She tilted her head with a canid expression, “You are about to die anyway Sir Knight. Protecting the dribble you so despised.” “I… I will not abandon my Family!” Shouted Lucian as he felt his muscles tense in anticipation. The look of confusion was placed upon the face of the woman as she heard his words. Then a roar of laughter came as she shook her head, “You’re a peasant! Ha! By the dark gods you might be the first peasant to face me by their own will alone.” Lucian did not respond. What was there to respond to? The mockery that she slandered against all his people or the clear fact that she was somekind of dark mastermind. A Magician from distant lands ready to bring terror upon the entire realm of Bretonnia. “Tell you what, Peasant.” She gave a nasally bark that somehow gave a hollow ring to it, “I will let you live. Go ahead, flee and tell your Masters of what happened here today.” Lucian could not help but look at the wolves around her. He had heard tales of fay and knew never to take such monsters at their word like she was. A gleam came from the woman as she noticed his hesitation, “My wolves will not eat you either. You shall live, so run away to your lords and their tall castles.” >Flee>Remain.
>>5717858>RemainSHOW NOT FEAR IN THE FACE OF THE ENEMY, FOR THE LADY
>>5717858>Remain.For Morr! For the Lady!
>>5717858>Remain.
>>5717858>Fleethe hero's journey, man, we gotta begin the hero's journey.There is the chance the QM prepared the plot hook for the priest to arrive at the nick of time and save Lucian and MAYBE the rest of the village at the expense of his old life... but I am not counting on it
>>5717858>RemainOur leg was bitten so I do not know if we would be able to flee without limping anyway. We have no choice but to resist.
>>5717877 Our lord is also looking for something in his domain, which means we might see an experienced knight in action.
>>5717877>Being a coward to start the Hero's JourneyNonsense, true heroism is always there to begin, within. Also, pic related
>>5717858>Remain. If we run, we'll live forever with the memory that we let our family die while we run into the night. Honestly, it's better to suffer for one night than to live in torment.
>>5717883in the middle of the night? who would wake up at three in the morning and say "Squire! fetch me my steed it's time to quest!"
Anath Raema shows her face.Time to tell her to face the door and get out. > The hunt is long. Find some other hamlet to unleash your fangs.
>>5717888
>>5717888 Before we entered the castle we saw him on the road, and I don't remember him coming back. As far as I know he was looking for something in the villages in his domain, and I think we found the thing.
>>5717858>>Remain."I could never live with myself if I abandoned my family. Moreover, to willingly act as a messenger for a foul witch... No, better to remain here and stand against you! Oh Morr, call your ravens to alight upon me."
>>5717858 >Remain
>>5717906Based
>>5717858>remain
>>5717877I'd shit my pants if Gotrek and felix came rolling up
>>5717858>Remain.>By Morr and the lady I said I will not abandon my family
>>5717934badass
>>5717858>>Remain.*scream incomprehensibly*
>>5717858RemainWelp since no evil route I call for going full dragon heart.A knight is sworn to valor,His heart knows only virtue,His blade defends the helpless,His might upholds the weak,His word speaks only truth,His wrath undoes the wicked.The right can never die,If one man still recalls.The words are not forgot,If one voice speaks them clear.The code forever shines,If one heart holds it bright."
>>5718019>A Knight Is Sworn To ValourGreat quest btw, also you didn't actually vote
>>5717858>Remain
>>5717858>>Remain
>>5717858>Remain.No, fuck you. Fuuuuuuuuuck you fae woman. Commit to the bit
>>5717858>Flee
>>5717858>Remain."I could never live with myself if I abandoned my family. Moreover, to willingly act as a messenger for a foul witch... No, better to remain here and stand against you! Oh Morr, call your ravens to alight upon me !""Oh Lady, i beg you save my kin from her foul spell !""FOR VERAC ! FOR BRETTONIA !"
>>5717886True
Until death it is all life.
https://youtu.be/-UUDguFEa5E
>>5717858>>Remain.
>>5718261Oops, sorry for posting with my trip on. I tried to delete but apparently I can’t
>Remain.
He considered it for that moment. He somehow trusted this… this thing that was promising him safety in return for damnation. Those thoughts crept up into his mind again and Lucian slammed the full force of his soul upon them. “I will not abandon my people.” Lucian said firmly as he tightened his hands upon the scythe, “Not because I fear for my soul, but that it is the right thing to do! I stand against you Witch. Morr shall soon guide me to his garden!” The woman gave a hearty laugh upon his words. It was a deep laugh that would have unsettled Lucian as he charged the woman with his scythe in hand. He did not even look at the wolves around him for there was no sense caring about them. He would push himself through their nips and bites if it meant taking this woman’s head.“FOR BRETONNIA! FOR THE LADY!” Lucian shouted as he took the final step and brought his weapon forward. Every step that he had made was eclipsed with pain from the wound below, but now he was upon the witch. When he weapon arced he watched as a single hand was raised against it. The feeling when the fingers of the woman touched it was like striking stone. There was not even purchase as she simply batted away the attack with a small frown. “Now now, I worked hard to get my clothes. No reason I would let you ruin them.” She told the Peasant as her fist came into his stomach. Lucian remembered the times the Donkey Truffles struck him. He could only compare the strike he received as a much more powerful kick from such a mighty beast sending him backwards into the dirt. As he looked up in the green light of Morrslieb, he noticed that the eyes of the woman glowed with a sinister red. “A fool you are.” She answered simply, “I would have thought that being a peasant you would have realized the futility of fighting against your betters. How does it feel to be so weak that you could not even scratch me?” “W-what are you!?” Lucian stared into her eyes and found there to be hunger within them. A mighty laugh was brokered as she opened her arms wide. With her mouth agape Lucian could see as a pair of fang came jutting out from the gums to settle above her canine teeth. He had remembered tales of them and how the Knights of Aquitaine killed one of them so long ago. “VAMPIRE!” He shouted his fear as dark energies began to swim about the woman.
“That is what I am, a descendant of Von Castine himself!” She declared without remorse, “Now you have struck a Noble, one of the true Scions to rule both the Empire and Bretonnia. I believe it is custom that when a hand is placed upon a Noble that not only the Peasant suffer, but his people do too.” Lucian rose even as he was understanding what her words meant. He focused not on the fear that was shaking him but the instinctual moving of his weapon. He did not care if she was impossibly powerful, he was a man of Bretonnia. He needed to cut her down!The woman, not even thinking that Lucian could move, failed to stop the weapon as it sliced into her corset and slammed against her undead flesh. Upon reflex the woman brought her hand down and backhanded Lucian several feet away in a single stroke. “Look what you have done!” She shouted with what was a bloody fury within her voice, “Not only did you strike me once, but twice! Now watch in despair.” Lucian’s mind was buzzing as she said those words. He had taken the full brunt of not only her but the ground afterwords. He heard something break, but was it something like his jaw that took her hand or his skull that took the ground. In a human motion Lucian raised his hand and touched his skull. A slight dribble was felt on his hands and in an instant he wrapped his hands upon his skull. The fear of death was finally upon him so he could only watch as the woman’s hands waved in the air. Dark magics swam around her with the faces of the many people she had slain in the past. “Watch in Despair!” He felt his mind overwhelmed and in a moment he focused clearly upon a line of houses. One of them his own home, the other belonging to his aunts, uncles, and cousins. He watched as a pendulum with a blade at the end of it appeared from the shadows themselves and hung above those huts. Then the shadow came down. One strike Charles and his family were dead. In the next one two Aunt Kemine and her twin had their families turned into a fine mist of green blood. Then the pendulum came down one final time, Lucian paying witness to the entire hobble that he had lived his entire life in sliced into shavings with a single blow. He felt the blood fall upon him. Like a rain from a cloudless sky, it was sparse but so noticeable as every drop came upon him. There was the occasional pieces of hail, pieces of bone that were shattered by the attack. The woman laughed while snapping her fingers. Suddenly all the beasts that had been guarding her threw themselves into the hovels and homes of his distant family.
The woman took in a deep breath, “Oh your misery is delightful. Think of it, oh child, that through your actions your entire village and people shall be killed upon my whim.” Lucianslowly inched his way back as she started to advance upon him. Her eyes focused upon him with sinister intent upon them. “Now I wonder how your blood tastes? Oh with such spiritual fervor you must have delicious veins.” She announced while waving her hand to the side, “For a peasant you have a nice face, I would not mind keeping you around.” She took a few steps forward. Lucian could feel it, the pressure that he was feeling coming from none other than the woman who was walking towards him. He could see the enslavement that his future entailed. To become a pot of blood for the Vampire to sucker out of until his death finally came. If she ever allowed him to die. It was when she was just a leap away that she stopped and the demon’s eyes widened. Her undead muscles flexed and in an instant she was several yards away from her position. Lucian could not understand what was happening, only that standing before him was the elder donkey that his family kept. How it was here Lucian did not know. Only that he could barely make out the gray and white pelt of the ass while the demon looked upon them with anger and fear. “Damn the Gods.” She spoke at last as she soon gave a mighty laugh that held a tinge of fear, “I have enough blood already, anyways.” She said as one of the beasts brought the child Tatina to the hands of the Vampire. Lucian watched as the vampire bit into the neck of the child who was only five summers old with joy, “Know this, Peasant, that I shall have your head if ever we meet again. When the time comes I shall make sure your beast is not with you.” With a jerk of her jaws the woman decapitated the child and threw her upon the ground. Lucian stared into the eyes of the fallen for his final moments before darkness took him. >Loneliness>The Shroud. >A Knight
>>5718341>LonelinessVoting to become warhammer peasant batman
>>5718341>The Shroud.Truffles saved us? But how?
>>5718341>A Knight. I would really like a more banal course, I'm tired of unexpected paths that always win. Most of them aren't even that interesting after a while.
>>5718341I really hope Lucian is smart enough to realize that the vampire lady was going to kill everyone no matter what he did and he shouldn't let her words get to him.Anyway >A Knight
>>5718341>The Shroud.I'm curious about our super donkey>>5718383I do hope he does, she did say she was going to kill all of them before we voted to remain afterall.
>>5718341>>The Shroud.
>>5718341>>A Knight
>>5718398Changing my vote to>A Knight.I took a look at the wiki, and the shroud might mean a morr worshiping vampire hunter from the fellowship of the shrould, not whatever the donkey is.
>>5718337MUST.RESIST.DONT.FALL.FOR.EVIL.WOMEN
>>5718341qm, was there a choice we could have picked wich saved all our family?
>>5718431Nope. It was a sadist Vampire.
>>5718341>A Knight
>>5718341>LonlinessShe got her ass kicked. . By an Ass.Hillarious.
>>5718341>The Shroud.Now that is one magical ass.
>>5718341>A KnightArgh Truffles you are my greatest ally, we will make a fine steed of you yet
>5718341>Loneliness.... It s good we know the parasite face, when we are older we might be able to have a better picture of whats her fake human identity. Might find even a circle of vampires connected to her.Kinda wanted to learn about the rest of the village, rip.Regard the quest,.... is the peasant life going to be used in some way ? Just wondering if it will matter. Also what Lucian will think of what happened this night, when he gets up ?Rage, sorrow, despair ? Definetly will want to give a tomb to his village. I don't see him burning their corpses or just leaving them there with his faith in Morr and the Lady, would be a very strange choice. Rumors will rapidly spread too when we run to inform Aquitaine, the last survivor of Verac. A dreary title.>>5717719Now that you mention it is kinda strange, its just chaos invasions, norsca raids or beastmens attacks for the brets in case of chaos problems. Everwhere else in human lands there is the threat of chaos cults trying to establish themselves secretly while doing both willing and forced conversions, and vampires/necromancers trying to infiltrate societies. Though with the amount of worship other human deities receive you would expect them to be powerful for ward chaos cults away too.More or less all realms have large sizes with large numbers of population praying to their deities. And chaos still try to get inside there and finds ground to grow time to time (even khorne cults).In Kislev they are full anti chaos, but they still probably exist even if far weaker and in smaller numbers.Empire, Tilea, Estalia have full inquisitions running around and zealots of all kinds (poor, rich, organized ecc..). Is it for the Lady being prayed by two races or how ancient she is ? I can see it being about chaos being her older enemy that she knows how to fight, and undead a new threat to deal with.
>>5718341>The Shroud.the morr option.
>>5718341>A Knighthttps://youtu.be/ZwWFTSYbyjMBased truffles
>>All the above.Saved by an adventuring party!
>>5718341>The ShroudJust caught up, I only realized it was Machine QM halfway in because I'm illiterate apparently. Nice to have you back.
>>5718341>The Shroud.
>A Knight
>>5718341>>LonelinessIts only us left
>>5718639I have a theory that it might legitimately be the Bretonnian culture at play here. In regards to the peasants, unlike their counterparts anywhere else, they are intentionally kept stupid, dumb, and superstitious. Where as in Araby, Cathay and the Empire the common man actually has a chance at education, advancement, and thus the alures of Chaos the simple minded peasantry of Bretonnia combined with a land relatively well isolated from Chaos and protected by the Lady's blessing and Knights simply have no ambition that is the fuel of chaotic thought. They don't seek new pleasures and sensations, simply pray harder when afflicted by disease, are absolutely too stupid of be of any value to Tzeentch, and are too weak to be of any use to Khorne."Blessed is the mind too small for doubt"Conversely, the Nobility are shielded by the Lady, for the most part. A dedication to chivalry and virtue wards of slaanesh, honour and glory keeps away Khorne, the Lady's blessing wards of Nurgle, and a general hatred of magic keeps Tzeentch at bay.This is not as effective against Vampires, because the Vampires themselves are also noble and can comprehend noble sensibilities. Furthermore, against the peasantry, they do not care for their souls, merely their bodies, and is perfectly content to just take the easy route of zombifying them.
>>5719156 There's also the disappointing theory, the GW authors didn't have much interest in writing many stories in Bretonnian. Perhaps if they paid as much attention to the Lady's land as they did to the Empire, this possibility would be less valid.
>>5719220They cared so much that Plate Armor crumbles like tissue paper against fucking Beastmen in at least the Errant book. Singular blows from Gors caving in helmets and deforming fucking breastplate. Its kinda annoying hearing in the 'Errant' story armor do nothing when it matter in stories like Gotrek and Felix. Well, mattered to everyone but Gotrek.
>>5718341>LonelinessWe become the god of ultraviolence
>>5719236GW tends to make Ceramite itself is pretty wonky too. Sometimes Ork axes bounce off them, other times the Orks are "so strong they cleave like can openers"
>>5719248Yeah. Its still annoying that singular shots from a bow can shatter plate in the chest and shoulders. Even guns had problems against plate until about the 16-1700s. This will not be the case in this quest. Armor works and if you are wearing it be ready for being near Nameless Space Marine Levels of toughness. If you ask why thats the case, people literally unsharpened weapons against one another today in mock fights.
>>5719255The answer is much more simple thoughTHE LADY WILLS IT!
>>5719255Also I think the quality and enchantments of the armor and weapons could be taken into account too.There is probably a difference between just any normal steel breastplate made by a normal blacksmith, and a Bretonnian artificer wrought golden plate blessed by the Lady, or dwarfen runic heavy iron, or Ikit Klaw's hydraulic power armor, or such.Conversely, a regular crossbow or longbow or matchlock wouldn't be as powerful as say, those fancy magic bows the High Elves or Wood Elves use, or Warplock Jezzails and Silver Bullet Handgunners with blessed powder backed by an alchemical sorcerer or something.They did have to develop Kraken Bolts to penetrate Space Marine armor after all.
>>5719255 QM if you want to have some fun here's a detail, plate armor has never stopped being effective against firearms. The problem is the human limit of carrying weight on a battlefield. If a being with super strength (for a human) was riding a mystical beast, he could in theory, wear armor capable of withstanding low-caliber weapons easily. I wouldn't doubt that some lords of Bretonnia would have armor as thick as the champions of chaos ones. Not that they need it, Ned Kelly proved that it's possible to withstand firearms without very thick armor.
>>5719308This is also why Dwarfs can carry such thick armor, being stronger than humans.And Orks don't even need quality steel, they are just that big they load up on huge plates of black iron.
Loneliness>>5718362>>5718524>>5719087>>5719244The Shroud>>5718365>>5718403>>5718525>>5718690>>5718986>>5719011A Knight>>5718378>>5718383>>5718417>>5718411>>5718421>>5718452>>5718526>>5718835>>5719045An adventuring Party>>5718895I did not expect the Knight to win, but then again this is a Bretonnia quest!
>>5719346HELL YEA!!!!!
>>5719346
>>5719346DOMINA VULT
>>5719413I hope we play our character like the Chevalier de Bayard, le chevalier sans peur et sans reproche.
>>5719438No we play as William Marshall defending the princess of England not even wearing armour against an enemy raid and fighting until pinned down and captured
>>5719438You are a man of great taste.
His mind yanked from him, Lucian could not realize anything. His senses were not connected to his body and his flesh could not register what was around him. Such was the tortures of the trauma that was inflicted upon him. Such was the oddity that he experienced when a small spark of light appeared within his vision. A glint in the cosmos that slowly consumed his vision. His first feelings being not of fear or panic, but relief from the pain he did not realize he was being tortured with. Then, as if in mere moments from one another, he felt a slight stabbing at his gut. “Wake up!” Barked a loud voice that took over the entire world of Lucian for just that moment, “Rise, Peasant!” As to answer the command Lucian’s eyes opened. The world was bright when compared to the knight before. The trees surrounding the area had died off and become wilted under the brutal light of Morrslieb that had shined upon them. Because of this the sun was able to piece the canopy and shine off the suit of armor that was poking him with a lance. He recognized the armor in an instant as the same armor he saw only just yesterday. “M-My Lord!” Lucian’s words felt jumbled as if coming from an extremely long nap. He noticed then that the armor the Knight wore was died a tinge of red and the sun did not rise as high into the sky as he thought it did. It was a red morning it seemed. The world itself bleeding at the death and destruction that was wrecked here. “Peasant, what happened here?” The Knight did not demanded with firmness and what might have been worry, “Tell me now so that you may exhume yourself of potential crimes.” Lucian went to speak and noticed for a faint moment that his mouth was not dry. In the next instant he spoke while still feeling the effects of morning, “M-My lord, a… a Vampire attacked!” “Vampire?!” There was little question in his voice as he looked around and looked upon the landscape, “What did it look like? Did it tell you its name?” Lucian gave a shaking of a head, “I have no name to present to my lord, only that she claimed herself to be a von Castein. I know that it was a fine woman who surrounded herself with wolves. I am sorry, but Morrslieb robbed me of even the color of her hair.” “I see.” The Lord said as several other warriors of the Lord rode next to him.
“Rise, peasant!” barked one of the Knights as two of them flanked Lucian, “To address the Lord of Aquitaine while upon the grounds is worthy of death!” A shot of adrenaline came through the man as he shot up off the ground. Just as the Knight said his insolence was paramount by staying upon the dirty ground as he was. Not only was it disrespectful to stay upon the ground when a Noble speaks to you, but to think that it was none other than the Duke himself! It was luck for Lucian that he was able to stand the moment the duke give his next question. “What were you doing out here? I do not see any wounds upon your flesh for you to have been knocked out.” The Royal said as he probed the state of affairs. “I apologize to my Lord for my insolence.” Lucian made sure not to look at the man directly now recognizing the sheer difference in station that was between the two of them, “I fought the monster with my scythe. Twice she had given me the chance to flee, and I denied both of them to stand against her might. But she was a sorcerer of great power and her flesh was like stone to my blade.” Lucian felt that some of the other Knights around him might have made a jab or joke at that moment. A mocking of the effort they did not know he even displayed. Yet they kept silent for none other than the Duke of Aquitaine himself was upon them. “Then why did the Vampire allow you to live?” He asked simply. His words were simple but they carried a great amount of weight with them. If Lucian was to lie here and now he would have his head removed and accused of being the slaughterer of his people. There was no reason to lie though. “She promised not to hurt me for my display of bravery, even after I attacked her.” Lucian said as he took in a large breath, “I believe she was to do something far worse to me than simply sending me to Morr. I was saved when my Donkey, Truffles, came between me and her.” Upon saying her name there was a bellow from nearby. The white donkey coming out to see what all the riders were doing. Then as the ass it was, the donkey knelt down to start once again eating the grass underneath it. “How?” The Duke asked with no hint of malice. As if he understood that the words spoken were truth. “My Lord, I do not know.” Lucian said honestly, “The demon was a master of sorcery, magics, and beasts yet she could not harm either of us when Truffles was near.”
The Duke whose face Lucian had yet seen seemed to ponder to himself for a moment in thought. He must have been realizing several tomes worth of lore and knowledge that Lucian could only dream of accumulating in his rather short uneducated life. “Vampires are creatures that we the living could barely understand. I am sure the Empire knows more thanks to their Sylvania but I know that they are lacking a complete record as well.” He said to not Lucian but the Knights who had accompanied him, “We will have to question the Priests of Morr to see if they have knowledge on the matter. I have heard that Vampires do not attack things that are pure, maybe this creature the Peasant owns is in some way pure.” “What shall we do with him?” One of the Knights barked quickly as he presented a lance in the direction of Lucian, “He can’t run all this land himself and none of the peasants will want to move here once they hear a Vampire attacked.” “We can just send him to another village.” Another of the Knights said as he leaned to look at Lucian, “He seems quite well built. Make him work the fields.” “But if we do that he’ll just become a pariah. A creature for them all to fear and eventually Lynch. I don’t want to flog a bunch of peasants just because we caused them to lynch someone.” The first of the two knights said back to his fellow. “Luquin, Robinet.” The Duke called out both his lessers with a force of will that shamed even Lucian, “Have either of you heard of a Peasant act like him? What would you call it?” The two stopped their bickering and looked at one another. There was a clear sense that they wanted to speak the words they wanted to but were simply too dumbfounded to say anything. They faced Lucian and examined him once again with a more inquisitive lense. Their eyes trying to see if somewhere upon the face of the Peasant the answer to their Lord’s question laid hidden from their view. The Lord shook his head as he spoke out, “Lucian, I ask you, why did you defend your people?” “B-because I should Lord!” Lucian stammered as he felt the inquisitiveness of those men glare upon him, “I… I did so not just because it was the right thing and that I could not live myself for doing it, but that it was my duty as a man of the village to do it. If my life saved two others it would have been worth it.” The two Knights suddenly had a realization but they dared not say it. They seemed to almost question their thoughts as a phantom smile appeared upon the helmet of the Duke. “It is Honor, that is what this peasant displays.” Declared the Duke as he gave a hearty laugh, “A normal peasant would have ran in fear of a Vampire yet he did not. I rarely ever see a peasant with such qualities and his bravery is beyond even them.”
There was a sense of odd respect in those words Lucian realized. He knew that the two others valued heavily their Lord’s opinion yet they wanted to deny him this. In the end both of them bowed their heads to cease their own words. “Lucian.” Knowing that he chastened his warriors long enough the Duke’s attention was placed upon the Peasant, “I believe your words. What happened here can only be the work of a powerful sorcerer and those of the dark lineage channel such foul powers to their will. While we search for this creature we must realize what will happen to you.”Lucian bowed knowing that now was not the time to talk. “As Lucquin said, you will be lynched if we give you a new home and this village is in ruin.” The Duke said first and foremost, “If you wish a fresh start you will need to do so far from Aquitaine. Thus the first option I give you is that of a Freefolk. You will still be a peasant, but in recognition of what happened here you shall be allowed to roam.” It was then that the air changed. The firmness of the Duke’s words made it clear now that this was the decision he wished, “But I recognized you are both brave and able. I give you this moment a chance to join my men-at-arms in the Castle of Aquitaine. There you shall serve alongside my Noble Knights in making sure what happened today does not happen again.” “Choose, Peasant. Know that the luxury of choice I give you is because I see you in a good light today.” >Freefolk>Man-At-Arms
>>5719507>Man-At-Arms
>>5719507So for people to know what I am planning its the following: >Man-At-ArmsThis one is essentially Lucian training and serving as a Man-At-Arms. This will make the next few posts be him trying to gain both honor and respect of those he serves. Since Men-At-Arms do not get relentless training, he will be getting a hobby which I assume to be working at the Temple of Morr. >FreefolkAt some point in this quest I plan for it to become episodic like Gotrek and Felix. Essentially Lucian will head out to find a way to kill, and then track down the Vampire who killed his village. On the way a colorful small cast shall start to join him. Said cast may include both a dwarf and something far more exotic than a dwarf. Really I planned for this to happen now but Men-At-Arms is a delay to the eventual objective that I think will work out nicely. Maybe a thread or two as Lucian trains and becomes recognized after ~10 years of service.
>>5719512I mistyped, Men-At-Arms is defiantly a 1-2 thread time.
>>5719507>FreefolkThis is the Bretonnian Peasant quest, damn it! It better stay that way. Lucian will fight evil with his peasant skills. Which amount to none but he gets points for trying.
>>5719507>FreefolkAdventure await.
>>5719507>Man-At-ArmsHonoured to serve.
>>5719507>Man-at-armsChasing the vampire without combat training is just pure suicide and now that we got her attention no village we go to will be safe. At least behind castle walls we can reasonably hope for backup if shit went south
>>5719507>Man-At-ArmsI'd prefer to be a Knight desu
>>5719507>Man-At-ArmsWe need combat training to have any chance of revenge.
>>5719507>>Man-At-Arms
Man at arms isn't the only path forward. If this quest is narrative based then we might get other options.Having said that. Man at arms>Yeoman>impossible knighthood of a Duke is the best thing a peasant can hope for-combat wise.Bretonnianz are combat beasts.And we can get a gun when the free roam starts.
>>5719507Man-at-arms
>>5719507>>Freefolkfreeeeee
>>5719507>Man-At-Arms.
>>5719647 Anon tag the QM post and highlight your answer with >, with no space in front of your vote, or ctrl c ctrl v, in an answer equal to yours, marking the QM post of course.
>Freefolk
>>5719507>MAN-AT-ARMSI would like to not immediately die thank you
>>5719507>Man-At-ArmsThe first step on the road to Grail Companion!
>>5719507>Man-At-ArmsGrindsetIgnore womenJust grindLift horses as weightsPraise the lady
guys please... adventure....
>>5719988don't worry, we'll be relentless bullied by our social betters and sent to do insanely dangerous tasks because they don't believe we actually stood up to vampires.Jokes on them, our man Lucian will face everything down and somehow survive without flinching. That will shame them for doubting his bravery which will only get them angrier that a peasant did that to them.Serial escalation time...
>>5719988I want to do a Goth Grailquest, after actually being trained as a Squire and whatnot
>>5719988We will go on an adventure when we upgrade from man-at-arms to knight-errant
>>5720039>>5719988exactly. we will even get training for adventure this way.
Man-At-Arms>>5719509>>5719511>>5719518>>5719521>>5719522>>5719524>>5719532>>5719552>>5719645>>5719650>>5719686>>5719713>>5719720>>5719881>>5719892Freefolk>>5719515>>5719517>>5719685>>5719712
The Peasant looked up at this moment. A feeling within his chest sparking hints of might that he did not know was within him. He could see the crystalline blue eyes of the Duke underneath his visor and knew that he held his upmost attention. “I will serve my Lord as a Man-At-Arms!” Shouted Lucian as he slammed his fist upon his chest, “Once I learn how to fight, I will make the Vampire pay for what it has done here today.” The Knight gave a nod to his words and pulled upon the reigns of his steed, “You heard him. Load him upon your horses and be gone to Bordeaux.” Lucian could not help but express his surprise upon his face as he heard those words. Suddenly one of the Knights came behind him and lifted the Peasant off the ground, laying him upon the back of his steed. He wisely did not resist as a leather strap was wrapped around his arms and waist. With a sudden pull of force he and the horseman began flying off towards the sunset. Lucian noticed as the other followed in pursuit and he guessed that the Duke led them through the place. As they flew past Truffles the Peasant watched as the Donkey stopped eating the grass and started following. Of course the Donkey was not going to match the speed of the horses but she was a smart ass. She will arrive wherever Lucian was taken. As it was the dead of morning they rode for hours without sleep or care. Lucian could hardly believe how fast the countryside changed from the pleasant countryside of Aquitaine for the well made fields of wheat belonging to the peasants of Bordeleaux. A new life was for Lucian. For what it will be he cannot even fathom. >Try and make some comrades>Faith is the core>Study and admiration of those higher than thou.
Short post today but I got it out and I am happy for that. If you guys have write-ins for hobbies do so.
>>5720069>Faith is the core
>>5720069>Faith is the coreFaith/Con build for maximum durability
>>5720069>Faith is the core>>5720071Whittling, maybe weaving. We could even sing
>>5720069>>Study and admiration of those higher than thou.The three options feature friends, but this one is about looking for what's above ourselves
>>5720069>>Try and make some comrades
>>5720069>Faith is the core. Equal devotion of Morr and the lady.Hobby:>Gardening.>Reading (mostly fantasy from the empire)>Drawing.>Writing
>>5720156in order of my preference.WritingGardening.Readingdrawing.
>>5720069>Study and admiration of those higher than thou.>>5720071>Writing and drawing
>>5720069>Faith is the coreWorkoutWe didnt get good genes or sip grail juice
>>5720069>Try and make some comradesGet us some friends to rely upon and trust from the men at arms. A good friend is better than a treasure full of gold, a safe harbor to trust upon when we are in hard times. Such as losing your entire villageAnd keep praying to Morr and the Lady>>5720071Whittling small pieces of wood. Animals, symbols and the like. The local Shaila temple could make use of gifts to give to childrenAsk the local Shaila temple if they could teach us how to deal with the most common wounds from battleTake care of the cemetery of the nearby Morr temple with our scythe. >>5719988no adventure ahead :(....
>>5720069>Faith is the core>Hobby: Gardening; There is a patch of strawberries that is near the temple that look like they could use some attention and there is something soothing to the swish and swipe of weeding.
>>5720069>Faith is the core. In this universe, "true" faith allows an ordinary human to be being to channel magic in a "safe" way, manifested that power through miracles. It just doesn't happen more often because the authors who wrote WHF, sometimes forget that Sigmar wasn't the only god of order worshiped by mortals. And a cool hobby would be to seek out stories from the people around us. Gray-haired veteran man at arms, could teach us how to stay alive in a dangerous situation much better than our little basic training. Clerics could teach us about prayers and basic rituals to ward off or identify evil. Even the castle servants could teach us basic etiquette, to avoid offending a noble for a basic mistake.
>>5720071Gardening seems like a fitting hobby.
>>5720172How did a peasant learn how to write?
>>5720346...you know, I glossed over that. But considering how the Faith option is leading in votes, Lucian could have ample opportunity to learn from a priest.
>>5720069>>Faith is the core>Gardening
>Study and admiration of those higher than thou.Carpentry, Masonry, Blacksmithing for Hobbies
>>5720351Likely a priest of Morr perhaps.The nice thing is that now that we are, at least what I presume, set on the path to one day be ennobled we will soon have the privilege to worship the Lady.Commoners are forbidden to pray and worship the lady on pain of death, and the majority of those fancy enormous cathedrals and such are used only by and for the nobility.From what I gather most of the peasants just worship the other polytheistic deities of the old world, Shalya, Verena, Ranald, etc. likely in small communal churches and cults and from evangelicals, rather than the big state sponsored ones like in the Empire.There seems to be a strong desire for us to have ties to both Morr and the Lady. I wonder if we will not be compelled to pick one or the other in the long run. Most Grail Knights are soley dedicated to the Lady above all, and she herself takes on an aspect of a guardian of souls and death for the Grail Knights too, granting them agelessness and immortality for some. Could we be the first example to break the mould?
>>5720346I figured we would learn while there.
>>5720365Isn't there a bretonnian duchy that worships the big god of the sea because they are mainly naval?
>>5720370Yes. Bordeleaux is a major trade port of Bretonnia, and there is indeed a large temple to Manaan there, frequently mostly by sailors, fishers, and merchantmen. The nobles themselves give Manaan lip service, likely to ward off bad storms and sinking their ships. But I don't believe they worship him directly."The domain of the Lady of the Lake ends where the water turns salt"Everyone who crosses his realm pays the sea gods toll after all, one way or another.
>>5720069>Try and make some comrades
>>5720377I should point out since this is a crux. From what I am seeing the worship of other gods does not kick on out of the Lady's graces. Specifically Bordeleaux dukes are blessed by both Mann and the Lady with their crest being Mann's trident. This is reflected in the Total War games. As long as one follows the Lady's commandments they still have a chance at the grail. She is not monotheistic but more an ethnic diety.
>>5720468Based.TW does add a lot more flexibility that the old WFRP or army books might not have.Hmmm, is the current timeline vaguely the one where the majority of the setting happens? I.e. vaguely somewhere around 2500-2520?
>She is not monotheistic but more an ethnic diety.She'd be a hypocrite otherwise, considering her origins. Then again, considering her origins, I wouldn't be surprised either.
>>5720648 Nano speaking of her, is it true that from time to time the lady "devours" a boy? Like an occasional human sacrifice? I've heard this before somewhere but I don't remember the origin. By the way, beautiful art.
>>5720664Never heard of human sacrifices, but it sounds vaguely similar to the The Lost Sons of Bretonnia. In Bretonnia, of the humans born with ̶P̶s̶y̶k̶e̶r̶ ̶G̶e̶n̶e̶ Magic in their blood, the females are taken to become future Damsels. Of the males, nothing is known, and they simple vanish, but legends persisted of the Lost Sons of Bretonnia, immortal and young, raised by fay to serve the lady. Kinda sorta peter pan like vibes.This was confirmed later in a story of young Loeun Lencour, where they rode out with him to defeat a powerful Necromancer.They were apparently also a unit in 6th edition.
>>5720696 Alright she's a pedophile not a cannibal, thanks for the explanation.
Faith as the Core>>5720072>>5720078>>5720180>>5720201>>5720243>>5720270>>5720357>>5720088Study and Admiration>>5720105>>5720172Comrades!>>5720156>>5720419>>5720198Faith shall be the core.
>>5720696>>5720664I'm not saying that would be better than whatever MQM has cooked up, but that could make a really neat quest, especially if the Lost Sons can have any of the Winds (it seems sort of vague on if they're Magic like other nations are or if they can only do Lady magic)
>>5720788I'll look into it. Tbh I assumed they just shipped them off to the Empire and let Sigmar deal with them.
>>5720789I'm not saying to change anything, just that it'd be neat as a related but seperate quest. It kinda seems like all Lost Sons are the same thing at the end of the day, just the Male Equiv of the Damsels
“Stab forward!” Shouted their Captain with a bellow of his voice. Lucian did as he was asked and stabbed forward. Along with him nearly a hundred others stabbed alongside his attack with a force of men-at-arms. It was the sound of a thousand different stabbing motions being made at various points after the command was made. There was little unity in the attack and neither was there a united strength. It was simply doing as was commanded to strike out against whatever might have been infront of you at that moment. “Trade out!” Shouted the Captain with another bellow of his gullet.Lucian went into his fellow mob of peasants from the front. The ones that were directly behind him taking his new position with their shields held high and farming instruments held up against their phantom foe. When Lucian made it to the back those at the front were given the command to strike forward with the same motions that he himself had been instructed to do. After they completed their attack another group was traded out followed by another. Their rotations continuing so that Lucian was at the front for several times along with the others. Looking at his fellow Peasants he could tell this was taking its toll upon them. Each of them, just like his village, had some form of mutation or clubfoot that hurting their efforts. Compared to Verac though they were not nearly as egregious or harmful. Such was expected, the Men-At-Arms he learned were selected almost solely upon their lack of lumps that placed them much closer to the human form. Only he seemed to immune to whatever tire these men had. This was the third group of men that were gathered together by the Lord within the last three months. Every month another village or region would be called upon to bring forth their sons to the forefront of war. To be selected and given the privilage of being a Man-At-Arms when the time came. In return, they were each receive a half-copper piece which was a fortune. They practiced for one week the formations and drills that their Captain wished to instill into them. Such drills would have thought to cover an entire year’s worth of service yet Lucian felt he could do far more than that. Even the mounted Yeoman, the respected warriors who have the honor of riding steeds, did not practice for more than three weeks out of a year.
“You are all dismissed. Prepare to hear the herald’s call when war comes!” The Captain announced as he barked off the rest of the assembled forces. Lucian had to swim through those that were leaving to make it to the Captain. The man wearing the gold and blue colors of Bordeleaux as his garment. Such was an honor not given to mere peasants, but those of the Yeoman rank. However he was still a peasant and for that Lucian had no qualms about approaching the man. “Captain Basile, a word!” He spoke trying to reach forward for the man’s attention. His named called the man’s attention was pulled towards Lucian who looked at him with a curious eye. He looked upon him for only a second, “What do you want welp?” “Is there a chance for more training my Lord? I have been here for the last three faces of Mannslieb and…”Lucian noticed there that the man’s eye was far more focused than it was before, “Ah, you're the lad the Duke grabbed. So you were expecting more?” “I…” Lucian did not want to discredit the words of the Duke as he heard the manshook his head, “I want to better myself.” “Well keep coming in. You are getting plenty of training.” Said the Captain as he walked away without another word. Lucian raised the copper coin that was given to him for his work here today. He would make his way back to the Temple of Morr just as he had the previous two times. But was that really the best use of his time? Lucian had to wonder to himself as he picked up his scythe in wonder. >Train in the courtyard>Head to the city>Travel the country side>Go back to the temple.
>>5720826>Train in the courtyard
>>5720664devours... as in /ss/
>>5720826>Train in the courtyardGoing to the temple twice a week is more than enough, we need to be able to fight before we can offer the lady much.
>>5720826>Head to the cityWe need to mabe Lucian grow... the might of his arm alone won't be enough
>>5720826>Train in the courtyardThis is the best way to get noticed - some passing asshole will challenge us to a fight and we can demonstrate superior FARM STRENGTH
>>5720826>Go back to the temple.Faith and Steel brothers, also they seem like they might know how to actually use Scythes in combat.Squiring when?
>>5720826>>Train in the courtyard>Go back to the temple.>Train in the temple.We shall turn our body into a temple of its own. Working on our footwork and form in the yard, and taking care of the temple's most strenuous tasks (Lifting barrels, hauling stones for repairs, etc) to build upon our already great strength.
>>5720867What is this, Xianxia? Some young master is going to walk up and smack our GF's ass?>>5720840>The Lady of the Lake/ss/
>>5720826>Train in the courtyardGotta get jacked
>>5720071>Faith is the core>>5720071Gardening, I think flowers would be appropriate. Great big roses for the ladies and knights to pledge their troth.Or heck, a small grape vine as a reminder of Verac. Unless there a weirdo botanist that keeps on demanding Lucian's expertise to grow herbs and weird plants he found elsewhere.
>>5720902You are a little anon
>>5720904I meant to say a little late
>>5720826>>Head to the cityOh, wow, don't know why it voted something so far behind in the past.Maybe we can find a teacher? Or challenge someone to a friendly match? I mean, there's got to be freebooters who will accept some free target practice against our man.
>>5720826>>Train in the courtyard
>>5720804From what little there is of them they seem less like Male Damsels who are primarily support casters, and more like the fantasy equivalent of Grey Knights.Decked in silver magical armor and surrounded by a magical aura as they smash through hordes of undead and such, and second in reverence only to the grail knights themselves.Tbh it kinda feels like honestly such magical boys ought to have an easier time getting juiced up by the goddess' magic than the typically non magical grail knights, but perhaps with GK it's more an issue of their unwavering faith and zeal than inherent ability.
>>5720826>>Head to the city
>>5720826>Train in the courtyardTrain from dawn to dusk !time skip speedrun, we are going to abandon and forget peasant hood forever soon enough !What was the purpose of the write in hobbies qm ? Having something secondary in the background that he does ? Secondary mundane abilities/skills ?
>>5720826>Head to the city
>>5720826>Train in the courtyard. In the last quest our goal was to remain human even in the most unlikely place for it. In this one we will be the personification of divine wrath, no relationships, no companionship just rip and tear until it's done!>>5720989 Last time I was joking, but now I'm really scared. What do these boys do for the lady if they are so rare, to be given so much power? Especially compared to what the average noble has to go through to receive the same level of divine favor.
>>5721233Apparently they spend all their time guarding the realm of the lady of the lake, and only get sent out in the most dire of circumstances.So while the grail knights go out and kick ass, the sons are the panic button/garrison.
And if the wiki is right, they do grow up to adulthood instead of being children forever.Here it is: https://warhammerfantasy.fandom.com/wiki/Lost_Sons
>>5721278Well, they aren't literal boys, but they seem to have this vibe of youth to them rather than being macho built. Where as Grail Knights are often described as being brick shithouses (though not quite to the level of Sigmarite/Norscan barbarians, at least in terms of mass), one of the Lost Sons, Landuin of Couronne, was a "pale-skinned and serious youth with the muscular build of a swimmer, and wore a set of archaic, scalloped armour that depicted a stylised legion of warriors riding fantastic underwater beasts"Or other lines from that book like>"The armoured youths around the banqueting table came forward">"A host of young voices roared in unison behind him, untold years of rage waiting to be unleashed"Leads me to believe that they are, at least compared to the more aged Grail Knights, kept on the young adult side. Maybe when it comes to more personal bodyguards in her magical lake, the Lady appreciates eye candy. They quite literally dwell in the Lake with her. >>5721276The sons being the magical panic button makes sense.
>>5721276 That's actually a pretty good explanation for the boys disappearance. But it's funny that the most famous goddesses of this universe, intrinsically admits that the Damsels are less valuable to her than the Lost sons.
>>5721332Magic apparently favors women for some reason. Loads more magical sorceresses, witches, etc. than there are male wizards. Which would explain why there are way more damsels than lost sons perhaps.
>>5721345 The female form's relationship to magic is something I would call "realistic". In real life the various forms of magic were practiced mostly by women. The first human deities are mostly female forms, the deities associated with magic are also disproportionately female, even in myths where male gods use magic they have female characteristics like Loki. I don't know why, but the best explanation I've seen is that for centuries the most magical thing the human race has seen was a woman's ability to bear children. In the pre-modern world this is something that shouldn't make sense, therefore magic as a rule it is female domain around the globe. It's really cool when you study a little about myths and legends and you end up coming across these patterns.
>>5721331That description makes me think that the magical water horse beasts they ride might be some creature like kelpies, since it would fit with the celtic/arthurian aesthetics of Bretonnia.
>>5721384Heh didn't stop the boys from clubbing those wretched demons to death for Sigmar.
Train in the Courtyard>>5720833>>5720845>>5720854>>5720867>>5720873>>5720892>>5720940>>5720986>>5721047>>5721233Head to the City>>5720860>>5720907>>5720995>>5721171>>5721376Back to the Temple>>5720874>>5720878 - Train in the Temple If the choice is given, it shall always be getting stronger. Such is the reason I believe that /qst/ would make /fit/ proud if they stopped eating their protein supplements.
>>5721630The prayers of a weak knight are less efficacious to the lady than a strong knights swordarm.
“Is that really it?” Lucian said to himself as he looked at his arms. He was under the wrong impression it seems. His thoughts on what the Men-At-Arms were was something supposibly Anathema to what he was previously. Instead it was something that he might have done during his times as a villager. His thoughts came and he walked out into the parade grounds of the castle. At one end of the grounds was the gates that led out into the other part of the fortress-city. Bordeleaux sported from what many of their people claimed to be the biggest harbor of Bretonnia. Lucian could not deny him through inexperience, but such claims had been spoken by both the natives and those who sailed into their ports from high waters. As the castle itself sat upon a cliffside overlooking the docks, the gates paradoxically were pointed in a direction opposite to harbor that they led to. Across from these mighty gates was a large chapel that was far larger than the Grail Chapel within Aquitaine. When he had seen it for the first time the beauty of the pale stones and golden ornamentations demostrated than a simple chapel that was within the walls of Aquitaine. This one, Lucian had heard, was called The First Chapel. One of the most important places to the worshiping Nobles of the Lady herself. What happens in such a place Lucian did not know. It was only that looking upon the place always seemed to put his mind at ease. He gave a short wordless prayer to her lest his thoughts be seen as impretious, and then raised his scythe. He remembered for a moment the first kill that he scored with the scythe. A simple swing into a direwolf’s neck. The weight of taking the life of such a dangerous beast inking into his muscle’s memories. They were dreadful memories yet he tried his best to remember them. He knew for a moment that what happened there was not suppose to happen normally. That his skill with the scythe was too great for someone of his station. When he wielded the spear or axe he felt that very thing, the lack of skill wrecking his aim and strength. Yet the Scythe was the opposite and carried with it a familiarity that he could not rid himself of. He envisioned, for that moment, one of those dreadful beasts in front of him charging at him. And in the next moment he mimicked the same action he committed himself to that very night.
Lucian felt the phantom pains. The bites that came from the beasts in their lame attempt to try and bring him down. Oh how much the memory still lingered after months of work and care. He still did not fully understand why he showed no wounds or evil disease that was carried by the creatures is a mystery to himself and the Priests of Morr. “Halt!” It was the brutal bellowing of a voice that caused Lucian to stop his movements. His Scythe poised to strike at a wolf that was pouncing upon him in the same manner the first attack he ever received did so. This time the very point of his weapon was pointed towards its stomach. Something that he reasoned would have killed the beast instead of the injury that he delivered upon it. The clanking of armor rang. Its rang danger within the mind of the Peasant and within an instant Lucian turned to make a bow towards the voice that had called him out. He felt a lance pointed towards him, the danger of the weapon and its weilder evident even when he could not see it. “State your reasoning for being here, Peasant. None but the Yeoman should be here.” The voice said as the weapon slowly inched closer to Lucian’s skull. Lucian realized his stupidity the moment he looked to see the orange sun glisten off his scythe. He had overstayed his welcome and now was paying the price of it. “I… I was training Sir Knight! I am a Man-At-Arms at the Duke’s request and…” Lucian did not know what to say. To call out the inadequate training was more than enough to spur the anger of a Nobleman but it was the truth. Honesty was also greatly valued to what Lucian had heard of the Nobleman and if he survived the encounter could prove the most benefit. If he struck himself with humility he would be seen as the fool he was. Blaming himself might rob him of any other chances to train with the rest of the Peasants if this Knight so willed it. He was not the Duke, but Lucian had made a grievous error staying here. Lastly, if he so wished, he could simply try to run. The gates to the Harbor and thus the rest of the Fortress city were still opened. The man did not see his face and would not remember his voice. There must be more options, Lucian Realized, but what…>My training was inadequate, Lord! >I cannot fight for the Lord with how weak I am!>Run for it>Other
>>5721682>I cannot fight for the Lord with how weak I am!Don't be a coward
>>5721682>Other>I must become stronger to avenge my family.
>>5721682>I cannot fight for the Lord with how weak I am!>I only wish to prove to the Duke his wisdom of allowing me to be here.
>>5721682>>I cannot fight for the Lord with how weak I am!
>>5721682>My training was inadequate, Lord!
>>5721682>>Other"I am training, my Lord. So that my strength grows, and my weapon strike true for the honor of the Duke and for Brettonia."Let's try to be a bit more diplomatic and honest. Neither blame nor humility seems appropriate.
>>5721727+1
>>5721756Hey man, can't vote like that
I hope this knight dude isn't a dick. I've read too many martial arts stories where warriors would haze the hell out of presumptuous inferiors for entertainment and to teach them a lesson.Like offering 'to train' as an excuse to inflict horrible beatings and no one stopping them.Or forcing a completely untrained bumpkin to stand in the training yard and swing a heavy training sword 1000 times all while setting up a betting pool to see how long it takes for the victim to give up. Or forcing them to climb a rickety siege ladder as a fast as possible until it breaks under use and causes their victim to call.
>>5721682>>>Other>"I am training, my Lord. So that my strength grows, and my weapon strike true for the honor of the Duke and for Brettonia.">>5721775He could be, brettonian nobility treats usually badly the peasants. Or ignores them because they have no reason to look at them, if it isn't for tax or men or inquisition reasons, and their higher tier peasants (military infantry officers such has sergeants, captains or civilian roles like scribes, stewards, merchants ecc....) can do all of that for them (they will do the third on their own for the Lady probably). But i doubt anything bad will happen we have a tiny amount of divine attention and favour on us. Perhaps some light beating and a get out of here.I wonder if we can become a sergeant instead of a yeoman. Well it will never happen of course, we are running at full speed toward becoming a knight. It also unlikely since it doesn't look like a quest intended for lead men, more a single character with at best a few companions.
>Other>I must become stronger to avenge my familyI wonder if we'll get kicked out.
>>5721682>I must become stronger to avenge my family
>>5721682>I cannot fight for the Lord with how weak I am!Lets go lift heavy objects and grind
>>5721682>My training was inadequite.Honesty and truth.
>>5721682>>My training was inadequate, Lord!
>>5721883Yeoman are the sergeants. They are the 'Elite Peasants'
>>5721682>I cannot fight for the Lord with how weak I am.
>>5721682This is probably completely premature and almost assuredly out of our reach until the final thread, but it would be cool to get a Gromril Scythe (Runic or otherwise) and then get it Blessed by Morr or the Lady or both
>>5721757Ah my bad.>I am training, my Lord. So that my strength grows, and my weapon strike true for the honor of the Duke and for Brettonia.
>>5721682>"I am training, my Lord. So that my strength grows, and my weapon strike true for the honor of the Duke and for Brettonia."
>I am training, my Lord. So that my strength grows, and my weapon strike true for the honour of the Duke and for Brettonia.
>>5721682>I am training, my Lord. So that my strength grows, and my weapon strike true for the honor of the Duke and for Brettonia.
I MUST BE STRONGER>>5721688>>5721695>>5721714>>5721954>>5722158VENGENCE>>5721690>>5721900>>5721898I need better training>>5721724>>5721958>>5722074Simple Explanation>>5721727>>5722171>>5722185>>5722347>>5721883>>5722344I think the 'I am training to become stronger' is trying to be matter of fact about the matter.
>>5722440I hope the knight doesn't feel we aren't being respectful by being matter of fact about it.It is going against the law, afterall.
As sudden as the stress came the stress left him. This situation was indeed a modestly dangerous one for a Peasant like him but did this Nobleman really want to strike out against Lucian? He was indeed out of line but not for his reasoning. “I…” Lucian felt a small dryness in his mouth but kept it down, “My apologies my Lord. I am training today for by growing my strength my weapon shall strike true. If it strikes true than it shall honor to the Duke who took me in and Bretonnia itself.” “Honor? You speak of honor as if you know it?” The man barked with a fierceness equal to a lion, “A peasant like you is able to honor my Father? Do not make me laugh peasant, such is a lie.” Lucian held back a gasp as the truth was told to him. Of who was upon him in this moment and what authority the person had. “And my Father taking in a Peasant? Do not make me laugh my Father would not have stooped so low.” The Nobleman said as the point of the weapon slowly poked into the shoulder of Lucian. The Peasant felt a small push from the weapon. A simple gesture that should have knocked him off his balance and sent him to the ground below. He did not though. He could feel the push ebb away as Lucian’s feet kept themselves secured upon the ground with strength he did not know he had. He could sense then the disappointment of the ducal prince as such a gesture of might did not give him what he wanted. There might have been another push of might but it was interupted by the words of another. “Gillot, your brother took pity upon one soul.” A voice that Lucian recognized slightly came though, “This one is the survivor of Verac.” “The Heir of Ruin Verac?” The words rang out of Prince Gillot’s voice with humor imbedded in each syllable, “Surely you are jesting, Lucqin. This thing?” “I do not. It is him if a little more cleaned up.” The Knight’s words seemed to be drawn and annoyed. Lucian did not need to be told that the Knight did not truly agree with the words of the Duke.
“He must not be that important if my Father did not bother telling me he even existed.” The Prince made a few more pokes at Lucian before taking the weapon and resting it upon his shoulder, “He never said a thing…” Lucian felt those words come with a tange. His skin crawled as he felt a pair of eyes burning upon him from the Ducal Prince Gillot. Lucian could not compare it to the monstrous instincts that the Vampire inspired within him. Instead the feeling was compared to many of his cousins who had looked at him longingly from afar as he worked in the fields. Why did the Knight express such thoughts towards Lucian? “Raise your head.” The Prince barked as the weapon was removed from the shoulders of Lucian, “Do you realize what it means to act honorably, Peasant? The Chivalric Code states that Honor is not simply fighting with one’s blade but carrying the pain of responsibility with it. Such is why we are ruled upon by the Grail Knights!” Lucian did as he was told and saw the Blue and Gold heraldry of both Knights. The Prince had much more gold ornate upon his person that highlighted the shined steel that was about his body. The cloth about his person was a mix of these two colors and white. As to what meaning it had, Lucian could not divine. Upon this man’s shoulder draped a cloth that held the heraldry of Bordeleaux. A symbol of his eventual inheritance if he does well in battle. Next to him was Lucqin who wore the same armor that Lucian saw him before. Just like that time the Knight had on a brilliant helmet that had upon its top a Plume that draped across his shoulders like hair. At the center of it above his head was a crest not of Bordeleaux but that of a fish that sported orange scales. “So Peasant, if you want to shoulder such a burden like honor than you must choose.” The Knight began gesturing to the equipment upon his person, “The Lance, the Sword, or the Gauntlet.” >Lance>Sword>Gauntlet
>>5722462Oops, green fish. It should be orange.
>>5722462>GauntletOh good, it worked out.
>>5722462>GauntletAlso we're probably in the running for this medal ourselves
>>5722462>>Gauntlet
>>5722462>SwordOh wow, I guess I shouldn't have written in the 'honor' bit. The knights are touchy at the thought of a mere peasant having even an inkling of such a thing.
>>5722462>Gauntlet
>>5722462Bit confused on what the prince is wanting here, is he asking what piece of equipment is the ideal form for holding honor?>Heart, its not the lance, sword or gauntlet that defines what you do, tis the heart from which courage may spring, my prince. Twas what let me hold my ground against the one that ruined my home. If that doesn't work as a good write in put me in for >Gauntlet
>>5722576I'm also confused.... why is the prince looking at us in the supposedly same way as Lucian's cousins? Just how handsome is Lucian? Like Leonardo Dicaprio level handsome?
>>5722582Close, but not exact.
What if Lucian was simply a relocated Mortarion?
>>5722589Actively based, Morr would be an amazing positive role model for Mortarian (also if we have to take a name for our Grail quest or anything like that, I fully vote to call ourselves that)
>>5722589Fun fact, "Tarian" means a person who holds a particular belief or practice, so Mor-Tarian means Morr's Believer essentially
>>5722582If I had to guess he wants us to pick what the prince will use to knock us around. Choose the weapon we will be beaten with. Not sure, but if it is, maybe sword would be best vs our scythe?
>>5722462>Gauntlettry and beat our face in our skull, is going to end like that or we manage to defeat him somehow>>5722589blergh
>>5722462>Gauntletfight me bitch
>>5722462>GauntletI demand satisfaction
>>5722582cause he's a noble, and he's french, means he's gay
>>5722462>Gauntlet. It may not be possible to win this fight, but making this little prince roll in the mud will be worth it.
>>5722726We could be like Thorfinn of Vinland Saga... soft land a hundred punches until the prince gets exhausted.Unfortunately, we aren't thorfinn.
>>5722741 Unfortunately, not to mention that our opponent must be one of the most combat-trained humans in his age group. Unlike our young cute boy, who I think never fought with any technique in mind. By the way when I say "cute boy" I'm referring to the boss's words here:>>5722588 I do not share or endorse the Lady's activities on her lake realm.
>>5722784>Meets lady>Ok, groomer
>>5722726If we win this, then we are probably Mortarion.He too lost to foul Sorcery.
>>5722880 This brat doesn't have any magical powers, he's an aristocrat from a military caste who's been trained to fight from the moment he could walk.
>>5722462>Sword
Gauntlet>>5722469>>5722474>>5722513>>5722547>>5722576>>5722669>>5722685>>5722687>>5722726>>5722657Sword>>5722543>>5722959The Gauntlet
“The Gauntlet, sire.” Lucian answered firmly as he focused himself upon the Prince. Gillot was not wearing a helmet, thus showing his perfect breeding with powerful blue eyes and start black hair that seemed to stain the world. His face lacked many of the scars Lucian would have assumed a traveled Nobleman to have. That combined with the lack of wrinkles made Lucian realize that this Ducal Prince was likely even a bit younger than he was. The face of the man seemed to crease and twist with annoyance. He moved and handed Lucqin the lance that he was carrying. The Nobleman tested out the gauntlet that he was wearing. Seeing if there was any issues with its settlement for reasons that Lucian could not divine. “Even the Grail Knights lose their weapons.” Declared the Prince as he raised a fist, “So we are trained to fight out way out with just our brute strength alone. Come forth and let me show you just some of the pain we Nobleman experience. To show you what you cannot do.” Lucian set aside his scythe and looked at the Prince. It was quite a dilemma hearing the Nobleman to essentially duel a Peasant. It was not a duel though but a lesson in what Lucian hoped to be an honest respect. So a decision was made, no strikes against the head of the Prince. If there was one thing he could not forgive himself for it was striking the head of a Nobleman. Lucian was ready but did not need to take any steps forward as the Prince was already upon him. He saw the attack coming but could do nothing as the Prince slammed a haymaker into his stomach with such force that Lucian felt the air kicked out of his lungs. Lucian had to take a few steps back and raise himself. As he did the Prince was already upon him and slamming a punch into his chest with force that threatened to knock the Peasant off his feet. Lucian returned the favor by striking his armor with his own concussive blow to the chest. A sharp ting was heard that was carried throughout the courtyard as Lucian’s fist slammed into the Nobleman. He felt a sharp pulse of pain crossing through his body as he returned the fist to his person. In that single attack Lucian made the Prince had already connected two others and then suddenly vaulted forward with fervor. Such training was now recognized. Knights without swords were simply fools waiting for the dagger from the darkness to sink between their metal armor plates. Thus they were trained to used the full weight of their person and armor for a breakout away from whatever fighting was upon them.
Lucian’s muscles screamed as the Knight attempted to run him down like a cavalier charging a linesman. His muscles screamed and in the next moment Lucian had thrown the Prince off and backwards for a few steps. A small amount of fear came across Lucian as he watched the Prince steady himself and raise his arms once again for the assault. So much pain was going through his body, such was the lesson the Prince was trying to teach. Yet…Gillot charged forward to which Lucian tried to receive the charge. Training once again prevailed above brawn as Lucian reached forward to try and get a hit at the man. Instead the Prince used his forearm to deflect the blow and with the other hand connect to the sides of Lucian. HIs body screamed not wanting to bare with this pain. It feared that at any moment if Lucian was to continue this worthless struggle that a much more catastrophic injury could come. One which would spell the doom of his life. He would not yield though. He must bare these pains now and forever if he is to gain his vengeance. That was clear and thus he continued by trying to make a slam at the Nobleman’s shoulder. Lucian watched then as the man simply sidestepped the attack and slammed another terrifying blow into his shoulder causing his entire body to twist in agony. Then the Knight charged forward. Whatever strength Lucian had there that held him up was upset with the force of the Platarmored Nobleman slamming his entire weight into Lucian with stamping feet. His feet unsettled by this he realized that he was finally falling towards the ground with a crushing blow. As he was upon the ground the Nobleman was upon him. First his feet slamming into the peasant’s gut and causing the pain to run through his body. As Lucian got onto his elbow and knees he could feel the Nobleman gripping his ribs and a pull by them. Yet Lucian did not move according to such motions but instead stood upon his feet once more. Lucian knew then what he felt earlier. There was not a real amount of pain or even terror going through his mind. He should have been so terrified that he could not fight against a Nobleman who raised his hands against him. Yet he had seen a true terror that this greenhorne Nobleman has yet to be witness to. Gillot looked upon him with something that was no longer of envy or vengeance. Instead he looked in some way terrified at Lucian who stood up once again. Lucian could barely understand such a sight when the words cut through the air like thunder. “Halt.”
Everyone present turned their faces to see the one who called out. Lucian felt terror in an instant as he realized the creature that was standing before him was in some way similar to the Vampire that had struck out against him. He thought to flee in an instant but held back such a stupid desire for he suddenly understood the being. Golden witchfire ebbed from the eyes of the man as he reached forward and chopped the air, “I halt this duel, Gillot De Bordeleaux. You sully the Lady herself by engaging in duels outside of Tournaments and endanger the realm of your Father if any of these led to death.” “I-it… it was not a Duel!” The Prince tried to convince the Knight, “I was teaching this Peasant a lesson. The fool thinks himself like us, knowing the toil and danger of being a Nobleman! He does not!” “Petulant Child.” The Grail Knight announced as he crossed the distance towards the Prince and raised him. Lucian could not belive it as the supernaturally gifted being raised the Prince into the air with but a single hand, “Jealousy is unbecoming of a Duke’s First Son, the one who shall inherit two Dukedoms upon his Father’s passing. If you cannot maintain your emotions then I will make sure you remain a Knight Errant.”The Grail Knight gave a small toss that Prince Gillot should have recovered from easily. Yet the fear that he was feeling within his heart caused all the muscles within his body to freeze and become useless for the seconds that he struck the ground. In the next few moments he was on his feet and had taken flight. Jucqin turned to the Grail Knight and gave a respectful bow before going after the Prince. Suddenly it was just Lucian and the Grail Knight alone with one another. Lucian did not know when but he had already grabbed his scythe from the ground and readied it within his hands. Yet he was in enough control to prevent the weapon from being pointed towards the warrior who could kill him with a single blow just like the Vampire had. “None of your bones were broken, it seems.” The Knight said as his eyes glazed over Lucian. >Thank him for the help>Honor the Knight (By kneeling and averting one’s gaze)>Ask him what it feels like to be so blessed (This is asking it casually or with curiosity. Its does not pay respects to the warrior.)
>>5723075>Honour him with kneeling.>Answer the question[?]It might be a proper question, but I'm unsure. But he's our divinely blessed ruler, gotta pay some actual respect if we aren't given a direct thing to reply too.
>>5723075>Honor the Knight (By kneeling and averting one’s gaze)
>>5723091I'm pretty sure that's not the duke.And we already made the mistake of thinking the prince's brother was the father and not being respectful, let's not do it again with someone that's even more powerful.
>>5723075>>Honor the Knight (By kneeling and averting one’s gaze)
>>5723075>Honor the Knight
>>5723095Uhh, we weren't disrespectful.Nor am I suggesting it.My vote is to pay him proper respects, and point out that unless we are asked a question or command, then we should default to said respect.We didn't show proper respect to the ducal prince because we were being frankly honest, as we thought we should be.And he's a grail knight, from my understanding he supercedes the duke, who isn't one.
>>5723075>Honor the Knight Might wanna use the scythe to steady ourselves, or are we supposed to offer it to him if we are holding a weapon? Show our right hand?
>>5723075>Honor the Knight (By kneeling and averting one’s gaze)Gotta show respect to a real one
>>5723075I gotta wonder, if we went back to the temple would we have met that Damsel from before again? Then we would get all sad about no more Verac berries.
>>5723075>Honor the Knight (By kneeling and averting one’s gaze)and>Thank him for the help
>>5723075>Honor the knight
>>5723075>>>Honor the Knight (By kneeling and averting one’s gaze)>Answer question: "No sire, nothing is broken."
>>5723075>Honor the Knight (By kneeling and averting one’s gaze)>"No sir, I merely wished to train longer than my fellows, the folly is mine." A pause, "Though the duke's son has quite the powerful hands."
>>5723075>Honor the Knight. (By kneeling and averting one’s gaze)>Answer him: "No sire, nothing is broken.""Jealousy is unbecoming of a Duke’s First Son." It is apparent that Lucian is handsome but I don't understand, why would a noble be jealous of him? Is it so obvious that we have "holy blood" in our veins?
>>5723507One would say there is more to the story than simple looks.
>>5723075>Honor the Knight. (By kneeling and averting one’s gaze)>Answer him: "No sire, nothing is broken."
>>5713200>Tbh last civ we did sponsor an interplanetary noble enterprise who, traditionally in that setting, could be varying levels of inbred. But it worked because gene-tech-magic.Name or link pls?
please lets not become a grail pilgrim >>5723559 https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=The%20Machine%20QM
>>5723566thanks my fellow>>5723075>Honor the Knight (By kneeling and averting one’s gaze)>Answer question: "No sire, nothing is broken."
>>5723510 I know, but it's just that I have less knowledge about this universe than I do about 40k, so I don't know how stupid my observations are going to come out. If I were to guess I would say that Lucian is a destined champion of Morr, but I still don't think it all adds up. And the expert that is Nano wasn't very interested in the topic, so this is the most I can say without being completely wrong.
>>5723507I'm no expert but I'll give it a go. Lucian is handsome, but he also got to fight direwolves, a vampire, and survive to tell of it. He immediately after met the prince's father, The Duke, and got personally chosen by his father to be a fighter or have his freedom. Apparently Lucian also got a nickname 'The Heir of Ruin Verac' so thats some public recognition of a personal sort. The Prince, while one of the most tutored young men of his generation, is probably not able to adventure out for such personal recognition because he is first born and heir. Then theres the class division, that some peasant gets to have such adventures but not a Noble. Simply put, he jelly.
>>5723854That means he a party member.
>>5723854 This theory doesn't explain the treatment Lucian received from his own family. His cousin accused him of being a mutant and that's not the kind of thing one does without good reason. In addition, beauty is just one of the factors, he has a very large stamina for a normal boy, in fact all his physical characteristics are abnormal. Not to mention his sensitivity to magical creatures or his connection to the scythe, these aren't signs of simple temporary envy, I'm sure that's not the whole story.
>>5723949He's either Morr's avatar or he's Morty.I pray for the latter.Now all that's missing is Antimagic bias.
Whatever happen, we must give Truffle a pet and use our copper coin to make sure he gets proper care. That we have livestock (a donkey) probably marks us out as wealthy in the eyes of peasants. Stabling and keeping an animal isn't easy.
>>5724038You mean Mortimer
Mortimer the Duke of Sto Helit
>>5724080He not buff tho.
>>5723741Lucian the Knight of Morr and Heir of the Ruin or Verac sounds pretty awesome
>>5724081Based reference, I'd love to use that as a faceclaim while we're young >inb4 we end up technically the duke of an Estalian village of ruins called Stow Helot
Suddenly the realization of the situation dawned upon him. However in a matter of the last minute he was saved by not just a Nobleman of rank so much higher than even the Duke himself. A Grail Knight. A Warrior that was given substance of the Holy Grail itself. It was the ultimate source of this man’s power and so divine was it that Lucian could barely look upon him with anything other than awe or admiration. When Lucian caught these whirl of emotions he suddenly threw himself upon the ground. The bruises that were laced across his body from the beating that he sustained before causing him a moment's pain from the beating he just experienced. The most fierce of pains came from his stomach where the man was able to make several jabs at his core. Oh how it ached his body so to simply crouch upon it. Lucian leaned upon the weapon within his hands. Keeping himself steady against the nerves that were shackeling his senses to the world. He felt to pray to either the Lady or to Morr, but to ask the Lady for assistance in the presence of her Knight would seal his fate and Morr only cared for the dead and his crusaders. For that he kept his head down, averting his gaze from the man of the goddess in respect. He held his tongue for a second thinking on what to say. The Peasant licked his lips a few times to make sure that any words he shared did not have a stutter within them, “Thank you, my Lord. I am bruised but I confirm with you that no further injury was made to me.” He could feel the judging glare of the Grail Knight burning upon his back and very soul. He wondered for a moment what the man might have been thinking, the words he must wish to say to someone like Lucian. The epic thoughts that weighed life and death behind such powerful eyes connected directly to the deity herself. How he would treat such words he does not yet know. They were valued more than gold to many of his kind yet somehow he realized something off about this thought. To him the Vampire which had stricken his town might be at the same level of might as this being yet her words did not damn him. Indeed her sorcery was upon a level he had never seen yet she too had shown weakness in the moment she was to claim his very soul. Somehow the same thoughts were upon him here. While a Grail Knight could easily ask for Lucian to die and he would do so gladly, something about that mysticism was lost to him. “Tell me of all you remember from that night the monster attacked you.” The order was given, “Stand straight as you do so. I demand to hear every word clearly of the creature you talk of.” While mis mind was stunned Lucian’s body already began to answer the Grail Knight’s request. Becoming erect in his position and looking upon the man with a firmness of face he spoke.
The Grail Knight wore a helm that allowed only the burning of his witchfire eyes to be seen. Lucian was sure though that even if he had seen the entire face of the Grail Knight there would never be a man so staunch as he. Not a single reflection or sign of change. His new found understanding of the evil event that had befallen Lucian not changing his demeanor in the slightest. The giant of a man did not ask for any clarification either, simply taking everything that Lucian was saying at the face value. Lucian can only reason that such methods were because the Grail Knight was able to feel out lies or suspect half truths. Maybe he was able to gain a further understanding than what was simply the words of Lucian. To piece not only the words that Lucian spoke but yank the very meaning of those words right out of his mind and soul. He could only dream at such abilities yet they were not so far fetched looking at the Knight. Lucian knew this for he had witnessed the power beings like he wielded. The conclusion came when the Duke of Bordeleaux came and rescued Lucian was ruins. Only then did the Knight ask the question, “You take his offer to avenge your people?” “I… I did.” Lucian admitted as the long burst of storytelling ebbed away the might of will he had built up to even comprehend the Knight let alone talk to him. “By what means do you wish to accomplish this?” The words spoken seemed simply yet Lucian felt them resonate with his very soul. By what means will be acquire strength for the task. He was a mere peasant who did not even have a sword in his name. Yes service as a Man-At-Arms was a start but it was nowhere near the same as even a mere Knight Errant. Yet Lucian was keyed towards vengeance. So that meant he needed to gain strength. By what means shall he aim to gain this strength? >Personal Might>Blessings of the Gods>Kindness and Service>Allies
>>5724283>Personal Mightand>Blessings of the Godsbasically become a paladin. the Warhammer world is full of stories of righteous warriors receiving the blessing of the gods to smite evil.
>>5724283>>Blessings of the GodsI guess we can only choose one thing out of the list since there's not Other option available.I suppose if we have to say something very religious:"I only stand before you because the Gods protected me on that bleak night. Each moment I take breath, each day I rise is their blessing and their command that I act. When I die I must stand before them and answer all I had done with the gift of life they have given me. I cannot say to them 'I was prevented by others from answering their call' or that virtue was not convenient at the time."
>>5724283>Kindness and Service
>>5724283>Blessings of the Gods>Personal Might>by Strength of Arm and Strength of Faith, I shall overcomeAlso>Inb4 a woman comes from the Empire to teach us the rituals of Morr's priesthood
>>5724283>Personal MightThe question is how would Lucian want to defeat the vampire. Would he ask for a Blessing of the Gods to defeat the Vampire? There would be nothing better then when we swing our scythe at the vampire and she raise her hand to stop it we find our strength and skill great enough to surpass it.
>>5724283>Personal might
>>5724283>Personal MightI like the potential khorne corruption in this choice
>>5724283>Blessings of the Gods. Muscular strength has limits that cannot be overcome, but divine assistance is only limited by the devotion of the individual. Not to mention how unbelievably stupid to think it's possible to defeat magical creatures with brute force alone.
>>5724300>>5724316 Anons please, if you could choose more than one focus, QM would have asked for suggestions, not presented choices. Please choose only one option.
>>5724283>Allieswink wink
>>5724474I think that Kindness and Service would lead to others wishing to help us.
>>5724283>>Blessings of the GodsMight and strength are not what makes the Knight, for are not the Orc and the Northman mighty warriors of brutish strength?Kindness and service are not what makes the Knight, though a knight should be chivalrous and charitable so are damsels and the priests of other gods like Shallya.To rely soley on allies is not the answer either, that is the Empire's way, and sometimes a Knight must stand alone.All of these things, might, mercy, and righteous allies, can only be granted by the Lady. We are still a peasant, as repanse once was and a woman no less, who had she not been true of faith would have burned a heretic. Only by the Lady's saving grace may we be ennobled above even our origins.
>>5724283>>Personal Might
>personal might
>>5724283>>Allies
>>5724416I change my mind>Blessing of godsPraise Morr
>Blessings of the Gods>personal might
>>write in: With every option left available to me. I am no knight. I am no witch. I know my physical strength and personal skill in arms is nothing compared to you. My family lies dead. What sort of a man would lie when their killer stalks the earth never to die? It is the least that I can do, the only thing I can do.
Personal Might>>5724291>>5724324>>5724419>>5724570>>5724607Blessing of the Gods>>5724300>>5724316>>5724657>>5724431>>5724528>>5724683Kindness and Service>>5724313>>5724418Allies>>5724474>>5724629What would you suggest, my Lord? >>5724849
>>5724283>Kindness and ServiceWont win, but by our nature and the choices we have made we stood for kith and kin, stood fast against the encroaching darkness, and when it beckoned the easy way, the safe way, we said NAY!
>>5724657Praise Morr indeed
>>5724283>Personal Might>Blessings of the Gods
Lucian looked upon his callous hands that have done so many years worth of toil in the fields. He thought about his answer for he did not wish to waste precious words to the Grail Knight. To inflict upon him such a trivial issue was something Lucian would never wish to do. “I…” Lucian felt a small warmness within his heart as thoughts began to form, “I cannot attain the power needed to kill that creature. My hands have always toiled within the fields of Verac and with how little strength I have they were ripped from me. I… I cannot see myself taking them through my own might.” Lucian took the second to solidify his thoughts into a more cohesive form. His thoughts were still flying through his mind like pigeons. He had to reach forward and grip the birds of thought to gain something of semblance and direction. “My Lord, I believe before the Vampire is slain that I must attain a blessing of the Gods.” Lucian answered now, “Even if I am to train myself for a thousand years I cannot become a slayer of supernatural creatures like the one that slayed my people. At the very least the gods will need to bless me so that I may kill her.”The Grail Knight looked into the sky upon those words. No longer focusing against the Peasant before him but some other era, “The night that the Lady blessed me was the day that I slayed the Daemon of Vannes. The creature was a monsterous foe who had removed three of my ribs and set me aflame with its witchfire. I slew it through all the pain and lived.” The Knight’s gaze moved back down upon Lucian, “You will need to achieve a great deed to gain the favor you wish. If it is not the Vampire then your weapon must destroy something that has caused an equal amount of misery towards the people.”“Noble Deeds…” Lucian said as he tightened his fist, “Then I must need the strength to reach that. To demonstrate a deed worthy of either the Lady’s or Morr’s approval.” Lucian only realized what he said until after he said it. A wave of fear crashing through his body upon saying that he would be courting the lady’s favor. So many other noblemen would have cut Lucian down at the spot if they had heard him say such things. Yet he allowed himself to say those words in truth, for why would he hold his tongue back against a Grail Knight. “Your first chance nears.” The Grail Knight announced without care of the words spoken. Lucian watched him give a subtle nod towards the gate. Lucian watched as a Yeoman ran through the gates, a piece of parchment within his hands.
Baston calls for aid against the Greenskins. All the heralds within the lands of both Aquitaine and Bordeleaux announced such events to the citizens. Whispers quickly came into the air of the details of the engagement. How it was the Bad Axes tribe from the north coming down from the Grey Mountains and how Baston had already lost two Knights of the Realm when such warriors protected three villages in a valiant defence. For those like Lucian who were the Men-At-Arms, the declaration was a call to war. From all across the hills and plains that housed the greatest grapes in the world men of all sizes and shapes came marching towards the fortresses of Castle Bordeleaux and Castle Aquitaine. They were but Peasants gathering slowly, building up to a sufficient mass for the Barons and Dukes to place between their enemy and the Horses. As he was a resident of Bordeleaux there was no need to head out and join the Peasants in their fields upon fields of tents. Even as war began to gather around him Lucian felt the sweat coming down from his brow as he sliced through the grasses that kept attempting to overrun the Garden of Morr and threaten to take over the land of the dead. Every day he would go out for hours to meet with the his fellow Men-At-Arms and learn the tactics that will be instilled upon them by the leading Knight of the Realm. Such training was done outside of the city as the nobleman took over the entirety of Castle Bordeleaux for both prayer and penance. “Your hands with a scythe are praiseworthy, Lucian.” Father Alister of Morr said as he walked into the gardens to look upon them, “I do not regret for a moment listening to my fellows in Aquitaine. We will miss you when you make your first trip upon the battlefield.” Lucian placed his hand upon his face in the gesture of mourning as the Priest came to him, “I look forward to serving the Lord Duke of Bordeleaux in this. We will see what my efforts bring.” “If there is anything you require of us from the Temple we will give it. I have heard that the march will start tomorrow.” He answered. Lucian felt a tinge of surprise at the announcement but it made sense to him. They did not need to prepare the peasants that were ready to move within a moment's notice. The Priests of Morr, however, needed such information. >Learn how to sanctify the dead>Head out to meet your warbuddies>DRILL DRILL DRILL
>>5725319>Learn how to sanctify the deadThis will come in handy when fight necromancers in the future
>>5725319>DRILL DRILL DRILL
>>5725319>Learn how to sanctify the deadTeach me the ways of morr
>>5725319>Learn how to sanctify the dead
actually could we also ask to buy a small holy icon of morr ? something to place around the neck or place on our armor.
>>5725319>Learn how to sanctify the deadWe must learn how to help our friends in their final moments
>>5725319>Learn how to sanctify
>>5724081Is his ball sack really that big? wtf?
>>5725319>Learn how to sanctify the dead. Teach me more about the ways of Morr!
>>5725319>>DRILL DRILL DRILL
>>5725319>Head out to meet your warbuddiesWe'll be in the thick of it very soon, I'd like to at least try have someone watching Lucian's back.
>Learn how to sanctify the dead.
>>5725397it's just the style of the pants. what really worrying is his fucked leg
>>5725319>>Learn how to sanctify the dead
>>5725492He's skinny as fuck maybe that's it? think its just a artists mistake.
>>5725345>>5725347Backing this, let’s make sure to grab a token of Morr to pray with.
>>5725319>Learn how to sanctify the deadinb4 the orks were manipulated into the area so a certain vampire could perform necromancy on the battlefield dead."I hope someone might take care of Truffles while I am away, though he might follow me and not be deterred.""The Lady (Damsel) who once favored the harvest of Verac and this Temple might have the last fruit that will ever come from those vines. I hope it became a good wine."
>>5725527>>5725492You guys haven't read the books have you
>>5725319>>Learn how to sanctify the deadThis will not lead us to drink the chalice but I'll take it
>>5725662Irrelevant. He could have good feats but his picture is not physically imposing.He's not Mortarion.We're not Mortarion.
>>5725319>>Learn how to sanctify the deadI'm tempted to DRILL DRILL DRILL since we're just a mook at this point but religious minded Lucian would probably go for sanctifying the dead. Our fellow peasants are going to really exclude us when they realize we're a weirdo. Well, more of a weirdo than expected.
Sanctity of the Dead>>5725332>>5725343>>5725345>>5725354>>5725417>>5725493>>5725525>>5725633>>5725667>>5725794>>5725458DRILLLLLLL>>5725335>>5725418Meet the war buddies>>5725438
“Father,” Lucian spoke with a sense of understanding within him, “Can you teach me the ways of Morr? As I am to fight upon a battlefield I wish to sanctify both my brothers in arms and any others for his Garden.” The face of the Father did not change but such was expected of any Priest of Morr. Instead he showed within his eyes a dull glint of anticipation within it. “It would be short but there are some suspension rituals that you can perform.” The Priest answered Lucian with a solemn nod, “To perform these rituals though you will need the blessings of Morr himself. Yet we cannot know if you are blessed unless you perform it.” “Then it will have to wait until the day of the battle.” “Indeed Child, after the battles ahead of us we will learn if you are blessed. If you fall then you shall only be blessed from that moment forward by Morr himself.” The Priest told him with a solemn smile. With that the Priest began to teach Lucian the lessons. The rites for bodily preservation were the first to come up for Lucian to learn. Only through this technique could a body arrive whole to the Gardens of Morr. The placing of black rose petals upon the eyes of the fallen. Burning the stem of the death plant as a sacrifice to take notice of. A prayer of a hundred eighty three words that were to act as guides to the dead soul so that he may arrive in the Death Realm of Morr. By giving them a path to the realm of death did the body become preserved through the will of the spirit and Morr’s blessing. “Know this, Lucian.” The Priest said as he pointed towards TalOS with a single finger, “While Morr grants us protection against our foes he will also be the one who chooses when we are to die. For that you shall learn not to fear death as a normal man would. Death is the reward Morr grants upon all his children for we each have a seat within his realm of the dead.” “I see…” It was an odd idea, “Will Morr really care for a Peasant like myself who carries ruin?”The Priest grew a smile as he heard those words, “He will Lucian. He is the God of the dead and even the Grail Knights will eventually enter his realm. Whatever miracles you see the Knights of the Grail or Saints of Sigmar perform in the name of their Gods are with the allowance of Morr.” “I… I understand.” Lucian said with a new found respect for the God to whom he was given so much.
As the Priests of Morr they had all marched out into the lands of Bastonne the next day. It was said to be a forced March for the Knights knew that no foes stood between them and the Duchy that was their objective, thus everyone had to march for twelve hours straight to make sure they arrived ahead of the Orkish marches. The most prominent of those marching was none other than the Duke and his Cadre of Knights. Each of them holding a Title that was above Lucian’s own understanding. Among them Lucian recognized the helm of Lucqin among them with the powerful presence of Orange among his plume. For the others he could not know, only that they were warriors second only to the Grail Knights who remained at the First Chapel. All around them were Knights of the Realm and Knight Errants. Lucian quickly noticed the Ducal Prince Gillot among those marching alongside him. He was attended with those of the fancier plume and armor Lucian realized to belong to Knight Errants, placing him apart from the rest of the Errants who were busy practicing their lance formation off to the side. None of the Noblemen were terribly pushed or harmed when making such a hard march. Their Horses were at a trot and thus did not suffer any perils of the long distance walk. For the Peasants it was a far different story, Lucian being among them to suffer alongside. The speeds of the horses forced many who were alongside Lucian to either jog or make the occasional sprint to keep up with the Knights. As they crossed one of the many hills Lucian watched as three of his fellows fell face first into the ground and was trampled on by those that were marching behind him. Witnessing this Lucian gave a prayer to Morr for their safety and hoped the Priests who were in the rear could see fit to help them. At the very least they would be the first to arrive at the Gardens of Morr when all of this was over. Lucian was one of those who had to jog to keep up yet it did not deter him. His muscles ached and some of the bruises from his beating still stung. There were no wounds though, no bones broken even as steel slammed into his flesh like it had. His hand tightened upon the Scythe that was carried all the way from Verac. He could feel its weight was true within his hands and that it would serve him well.
To arrive at Bastonne the Army needed to march through the forest of Chalons, the same forest where Lucian’s village of Verac was before its destruction. The sun was slowly coming down while they were within the forest. Looking upon the Duke who was visibly yelling at one of his Knights there must have been a problem near the front. Something that had slowed them down enough that getting out of the forest before night fall was not going to happen. The decision was not vocalized to the Peasants yet it was demonstrated through action. As they did not stopped marching when the sun came down from the horizon told the Peasants that the Knights intended to escape the woods as soon as they could. Lucian would not make a comment about his betters even if some of his fellows did that exact thing. The whispers that the Knights were forcing them dry to make a deadline that did not matter. Some even saying that they expected them all to march until the sun rose above them. It was with luck that Morrslieb was in a crescent and waxing. Lucian thanked Morr for such a blessing to be given by his domain. Lucian did not know when in the night did it happen, for there was nothing to keep track of time with, when someone gave a loud cough and collapsed. The numerous lanterns and torches that were among the Peasants swung out across the trees in search of the death they all knew came. Then others did the same. Lucian’s felt blood pumping through his veins as he understood what was happening. The feeling was not nearly as fierce as it was before and while he was excited Lucian did not feel them. It was not the undead, yet…He watched as the torches lit what looked to be a large green cloud. Its rolling fog coming ever closer to them. “AMBUSH!” Lucian knew an abnormality when he saw it. Suddenly upon his declaration the calls and hollers of Wolves came over the air. Laughter was all about the forest as the creatures came from the darkness. Lucian watched as the first swath of defenseless Peasants were cut down by what he knew to be Goblins. Each of these creatures had mushrooms upon their heads and were riding the backs of wolves. Said beasts Lucian realized were not in the right sense of might from just their chaotic movements along. >Try to help the front line>Counter Charge the Goblins>Focus on defending the fallen
>>5725974>>Try to help the front lineThe faster we beat off the attack, fewer peasants will die.
>>5725974>Focus on defending the fallen
>>5725970>TalOSREALITY IS BLEEDING THROUGH, MAN THE GELLER GENERATOR>>5725974>Try to help the front lines
>>5725974>Focus on defending the fallenDo it for Morr. Also the dead are all on the frontline so it kind of necessitates charging forward doesnt it?
>>5725970https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5cVsPPszvJM
>>5725974>>Try to help the front lineWe gotta do this NOW that we are facing chaff and level up. What, killing an arbitrary number of enemies doesn't reach a threshold for a rigid numerical value to increase and distribute on widly far apart qualities?
>>5725987I like to imagine for a nanosecond our decently good-looking but average sized peasant boy was suddenly replaced with a giant metallic god of a man.Anyway>Focus on defending the fallen
>>5725974>>Focus on defending the fallen
>>5725974>Counter Charge the GoblinsGobbos go squish
>>5725974>Counter Charge the GoblinsThey are gobbos once you break their morale you can get a moment to catch your breath
>>5725974>Try to help the front linegoblins aren't the kind to defile the corpses of the enemy before the battle is over.
>>5725974>>Counter Charge the GoblinsVoulges are strong against cavalry. Goblins on wolves are Cavalry. Checkmate.
>>5725974>>Counter Charge the Goblins
>>5725974>Counter Charge the Goblins
>>5725974>Focus on defending the fallenLucian is big and enduring, defense defense defense
>>5725974>Counter-charge the goblinsGotta show those orclets whos the real boss of these woods.
>>5725974>Try to help the front line
>>5725974>Counter charge
>>5725974 Two posts in the same day? QM woke up wanting to write. >Focus on defending the fallen. There is no power without sacrifice, and we need power.2sshmm
>>5725974changing my vote here >>5726145to>>Counter Charge the Goblins
Help the Frontline>>5725980>>5726025>>5726240>>5725987Focus on the Fallen>>5725982>>5726006>>5726120>>5726220>>5726289>>5726396>>5726088CHARGE>>5726122>>5726140>>5726472>>5726160>>5726172>>5726193>>5726237>>5726267>>5726268Well, Lucian might have drank just a little too much cool-aid.
Rolled 58 (1d100)>>5726572hey, as long as rolls are good
>>5726580Thank you for the unasked roll. I wanted to see performance. As always I use lower numbers as better. Blame my days playing Dakr Heresy.
>>5726572how is charging the enemy drinking the kool-aid
>>5726596Presumably Lucian now thinks he's a total hardass but he's really just a surprisingly durable peasant about to get REKT by some green bois
Lucian witnessed the attack first hand. The Goblins were easily able to crash into the worn lines of Peasants with their wolves. They were like hatchets ran against bark, breaking each man down with a brutal swing of their spears and throwing the pieces of manflesh across the field. One rank, two rank, three ranks of men pierced with ten men in each of those ranks. A brutal ambush of might that slaughtered those unfortunate enough to have been standing close to their hiding place. Lucian tightened his hand upon his weapon. He knew that his actions would cause his people the least amount of deaths and that to do so would place him within Morr’s domain. Yes he might lose his life before vengeance could be achieved but there was a realization. THere was a great amount of evil and injustice within the world. If he selfishly kept to his own wounds and focused on no others then he was the fool. So with a roar Lucian charged forward and brought his Scythe to arms. His fist strike was upon a Goblin Rider whose wolf was jaws deep in the neck of a nameless Peasant. He felt his muscles roar as Lucian brought the weapon through the air and slammed it into the body of the creature. The rusted weapon meant for chopping meat faltered at the bone, but the strength of Lucian was enough that the Globin Rider himself was thrown off the wolf that he was dominating. Lucian did not care if he was successful and simply advanced forward into the group of monsters. He brought back his weapon only to slap a wolf in the face with so much force that it shattered the nose of the beast. It yelped in pain while clawing at its damaged bone. He went for a swing and landed his weapons tip into the hamstrings of another wolf, causing the creature to yelp in pain and fall to the ground. Even here Lucian kept running forward. His weapon became coated in the blood of the living while he tried to kill as many of the Goblins and Wolves as he could. His skill and lack of training knowingly hurting him, Lucian still ran forward with the desire. It was after the sixth injury inflicted that the Goblins took notice. Their kind so stunned to see one of their prey brazenly ran off into their own forces with the abandon that Lucian Displayed. Yet those who were wetting their beast’s lips with blood did not care and kept the onslaught by a invigorized group of Peasants. When Lucian felt a stab in his lower back it was not because of the riders proper but those who had fallen off their steeds looking for vengeance.
Lucian turned quickly as pain shot through his flesh once again. Already feeling his heart rush blood across his body he saw what was a group of four wolfless riders with glances of annoyance upon their faces. Faint red eyes glared at him with a thousand curses as two of them ran to the far side of Lucian and the others took his front. He had to quickly avoid a rusted spear that shot towards his side with a deft sidestep. The blow slow to his eyes and he dodge it, yet he paid witness to another strike coming at his rear the same moment the other one came. This one, thanks to how his feet were not positioned upon the ground, was impossible to dodge and dug a gouge deep in the side of Lucian. He gave a yelp but swung his weapon towards the Goblin who got him in the rear. Said creature numbly dodged the attack with swift dexterity, clearing the length of the blade in a second. As to make him pay for ignoring them Lucian felt two more stabs into his body, one located in the back of his right leg by a blade and another spear digging itself into his shoulder. He gave a yell of pain as the Goblin who dug a spear into his shoulder sadistically twisted the weapon into the limb. Lucian should have felt fear here. Quickly he had to cover his face as the two spear holders tried to slam their weapons into his face. Blood was dripping down through his wounds upon his leg as his grip upon the scythe became even stronger than before. If he was to die here he shall go to Morr. As he stands, “I shall send you all to Morr!” With a yell of fury Lucian swung wide just like how he would cut down grasses. With luck upon his side Lucian dug his blade into two of the four fighters with brutish strength. He could feel the blade sinking into the flesh of one of them and slither through their muscles through one of the joints in their spine. He felt the blade cut through the tendon and sudden realization reached him of knowledge he rarely had to use. Remembrance of beast skeletons whose spines were scattered across the area as they were not a solid form of flesh. Through his piece of flesh Lucian was able to cut one of the Goblins in two right before carrying the blade towards the other who died when he dug the weapon between the ribs. He must have hit an artery or heart for the side of the goblin exploded in green paste-blood with no sign of stopping.
Upon the slaughter of the two Lucian felt the other two jump upon them. Neither knowing that he had just killed two of them and each trying to get their weapons in deep. The cutlass stung as its rusty edge made a jagged slice across his arms. The spear-goblin simply kept stabbing and stabbing Lucian’s back with impunity in an attempt to fell the giant. Lucian tried to shake the two of them off but the chaotic creatures had dug their clawed feet and hands into his back. The same kind of limbs that had allowed them to effortlessly ride a wolf into battle were now being used against Lucian as he tried to buck and prowl the creatures off of him. Then he heard a call, a horn being sounded. It was a sound that he remembered hearing a great many times within Bordeleaux and in an instant the cries and death around him were not belonging to humans but that of the Goblins. Lucian did not hear these cries. It was only when a beast of a horse was rearing above his head did he realize the true counter attack came. The Knight’s blade was already in motion, slicing off both heads of the goblins who were attacking the back of Lucian before rushing off to continue the slaughter. He watched as the torchlights revealed the Goblins fleeing into the darkness of the forest. Many of their short feet not fast enough to save them from the Cavalry that while even in a forest was still able to strike them with ease. He felt triumph quaking through his blood just as the warriors came through. Fatigue came quickly after and the warrior braced himself with the scythe. He felt like falling asleep and embracing the realm of Morr yet he did not for he wished to see the victory completely through. Around him was the corpses of fallen, both of Peasant and of Goblin. All around him Peasants looked in his direction with both admiration and horror as he got upon his knees and began his prayers to the nearest fallen Peasant. Even as his blood leaked from his body Lucian realized his consciousness should not be used in idle motion but instead to the service of the fallen. When he reached the third corpse he finally fell to the ground. The moment being when he saw the characteristic black hood of his fellows rushing to start their work upon the dead. >There are souls to be saved, work!>Remain in the rear for rest>Return to the formation
>>5726670>There are souls to be saved, work!Faith can really push one further than mere flesh.
>>5726670>There are souls to be saved, work!
>>5726670>there are souls to be saved, work!
>>5726670>>There are souls to be saved, work
>>5726670>>Remain in the rear for restA call for reason.
>>5726670>There are souls to be saved, work!i tentatively suggest for Lucian to cut his own cloth and quickly bandage himself. Should stop (in part) the bleeding and allow him to do his work for Morr without just falling on the ground. The service to the fallen cannot be done if his body is dying, and those are some very heavy wounds.
>>5726670>There are souls to be saved, work!Let’s get it done here and see if we are divinely gifted
>>5726670>There are souls to be saved
>>5726670>There are souls to be saved, work! We are surrounded by allies, eventually they will rescue us when exhaustion and blood loss hits us with full force.
A pair of rose petals, the kind the fallen never could see in their lifetime, were placed upon the closed eyes of the deceased. Lucian checked for a moment to see if they would stay upon the face of his fallen fellow. They did not fall and instead rested upon the occulars as if the man was sleeping. To this Lucian began to pray his piece towards Morr. Each of his words memorized after a day’s worth of training and now ritualistic repetition. It was recognized that acts such as prayers were best memorized by performing them and Lucian today was performing them every half hour. After saying the hundred eighty five words Lucian gave a nod and gave silence its feel. Subtle changes in the air came to Lucian in an instant. The smell of a corpse had hung until this moment, a scent that Lucian did not really care for but could still notice during his efforts. It was a sign that through the blessings of Morr Lucian had stopped the reclamation of the corpse by Ulric, God of Nature and the wilds. “To be recognized by Morr so quickly.” Lucian turned to see the Priest to whom taught him these techniques giving the greeting of placing one’s hand palm first upon his nose. Said gesture Lucian returned as the man continued his words, “I have heard from some of the injured that you charged into the forces of Goblins with abandon. Many even within the order do not so willingly place their fate within the Hands of Morr or other Gods like that.” “I cannot stand back and let others suffer just because I fear Morr’s grace.” Lucian answered as he placed a hand upon his heart, “I want to avenge my family but to stand back and let others suffer because of that is selfishness. With a Scythe within my hands I can act and Morr blessed me with his chosen weapon.” Lucian finished those words as a white donkey came over and stood upright next to him. The aged Truffles knowing that now was not the labor but talk. The beast raised its head so that its neck would be most easily scratched by Lucian. Seeing no other task Lucian obliged the Donkey. The Priest gave a small smile as he heard those words. One that was so small only those that were brothers in Morr or knew him would see it, “If Morr finds it willing to bless you, one who fights in his name might have chances. Already you are a veteran of battle, so you have paths before you.”“You sure?” Lucian could not help but feel his words come off as dismissing. Already he could still feel the stings of the goblin blades upon his back as he thought of his performance. “I have heard from the others that you carried your weapon well, Lucian.” The Priest said as he shook his head, “And we need those to enforce Morr’s will in these trying times. Let it be to protect his gardens or strike down the Necromancer.”
His conversation earlier continued to rattle his mind as the march once more started. The blessing of Morr was an assurance to Lucian. Knowing that the Lord of the Dead was not only existing, but guarding him from the troubles of the world until it is his time to die. When he does he will be one of the few who continue their service to Morr when they enter the Afterlife. No creatures, not even the spawn of Chaos, can rob Lucian of this right. His soul was for the Dead Lord and no others. He moved and itched the ribbons that made up the bandages upon his body. The goblins were brutal upon his flesh with rends that dug one or two inches deep yet they stopped before cleaving the bone or outright killing him. The army had not even started the march again when the Peasant had woken up from his dreamless sleep induced by whatever the Goblins used. Such was the oddness of it all. Many who were upon the battlefield died not only of their wounds but the mushroom poison that the Goblins had laced their weapons with. He had not taken any ill effects from such poison. Those of Morr thought that Lucian was blessed by the death god with a body closer to stone than flesh. With such flesh he would surely defeat the enemies of their god. “Peasant, get back into formation.” A Knight spoke as he ran up next to Lucian. The Knight looked towards the two Yeoman who were closest with what Lucian could guess was a death glare, “Keep them in line you fools, or it will be a lashing!”There was a noticeable discomfort upon the faces of the Yeoman upon the command of their Lord. The Horses reacted in much the same way as their Masters and gave an anxious whimper. Lucian did as he was told and moved towards his people. Such movement quickly caused a shake across the field of Peasants as they seemed to recoil upon nearing Lucian. He could hear it under their breaths, ‘Heir to Ruin’ and ‘Death Priest’ carried along their tongues. These hushed words did not fall upon deaf ears for the Knight shook his head at them. Lucian felt a poke in his shoulder as the Knight spoke, “Stay with the rest of your ilk. Desertion will be punished.” With those words the Knight ran forward and rushed towards the front.
