>>5762853
>Gura

>>5762853
>Gura - Dagur's cousin and primary wife a woman of pride with striking features. (Trait - Royal Bloodline: Grants +5 to leadership and diplomacy when interacting with members of the horde)

>>5762853

>Gura

Our mission is clear - we must become greater than our father!

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>>5762854
>>5762859
>>5762867
The child's mother is Gura - Dagur's cousin and primary wife a woman of pride with striking features. "He's your son and heir. What'll you name him?"

>>__________

>>5762877

Tarkhan for “skillful” or Gan “bold”

>>5762877
Support >>5762899

What's the core resolution mechanic QM? What are we rolling?

>>5762928
D100 with bonuses

>>5762877
>>5762899
Supporting Tarkhan

>>5762899
>support

>>5762899
Supporting Tarkhan. Tarkhan Khan sounds auspicious.

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>>5762899
>>5763071
>>5763102
>>5763170
You're Tarkhan, the rightful son and heir of Dagur Khan. Your mother, Gura, stands as the chief wife — a woman of pride. As you mature, she instills in you the principles of leadership, reminding you, "Never forget, you're the true heir, not just another bastard born from a slave. You're destined to be a great khan." While your father has his pleasures with other women, resulting in half-siblings, their status falls below yours since your mother is the primary wife. The young ones in the tribe acknowledge and defer to you, recognizing your royal bloodline and the fate that waits for you as future chief. Soon after your sixth birthday, your father embarks on a raid against a rival horde, coming back laden with treasures. "Choose something for yourself," he tells you, emphasizing, "Tarkhan, you're my son and heir." He encourages you to select a prize from the amassed riches.

>>Sword (Trait: Raider's Edge: Gives +5 to melee combat)
>>Longbow (Trait - Eagle's Eye: Gives +5 to ranged combat)
>>Stallion (Trait - Swift Hooves: Increases travel speed by 10%)
>>Books and Maps (Trait - Wisdom of Ages: Grants +5 to intelligence)
>>Toys and Silk (Trait - Increases happiness and comfort, reducing stress by 10%)

>>5763227
>>>Books and Maps (Trait - Wisdom of Ages: Grants +5 to intelligence)
We're gonna need to be smart to keep ahold over the horde.

>>5763239
Indeed

>>Books and Maps (Trait - Wisdom of Ages: Grants +5 to intelligence)

>>5763227
>Books and Maps (Trait - Wisdom of Ages: Grants +5 to intelligence)

>>5763239
Being dumb sounds bad, altho we should be careful not to be a weakling either.

Still,
>>5763227

>>Books and Maps (Trait - Wisdom of Ages: Grants +5 to intelligence)

>>5763227
>>Books and Maps (Trait - Wisdom of Ages: Grants +5 to intelligence)

>>5763227

>Books and Maps (Trait - Wisdom of Ages: Grants +5 to intelligence)

This is probably the best long-term choice, hopefully we can sink some points into phys stats next

>>5763227
>Books and Maps (Trait - Wisdom of Ages: Grants +5 to intelligence)

>>5763227
>>Books and Maps (Trait - Wisdom of Ages: Grants +5 to intelligence)

A stallion probably isn't really appropriate for horse nomad warfare, nor a sword as our primary weapon. Rare books and maps it is, I guess.

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>>5763239
>>5763262
>>5763265
>>5763266
>>5763280
>>5763307
>>5763547
>>5763648
You select some ancient books and maps. [blue]"Books, really?"[/blue] your father remarks, clearly unimpressed given his warrior spirit. Yet, [red]Gura[/red], your mother, beams with pride. [blue]"Books AND maps,"[/blue] she retorts, [blue]"While you might have been content leading minor raids with our small horde, MY son envisions a dynasty."[/blue] Your mother, not only your father's primary wife but also his cousin and childhood confidant, has the privilege to voice her opinions freely, whereas your father's other sexual partners — the slaves and concubines — often approach him with more caution and deference. As time swiftly goes by, you stand on the brink of adulthood. [red]Dagur Khan[/red], your father, frequently involves you in his raiding expeditions, imparting knowledge necessary for a future Khan, familiarizing you with the life of nomadic horsemen. Given your status as the heir and the son of the chief wife, most young boys in the horde obey your commands. Yet, not all offer you their respect. [blue]"I'm oder than you, why should I obey you?"[/blue] challenges [red]Jhaqo[/red], your half-brother, bristling with anger post-raid. Born to [red]Qizhu[/red], a slave concubine with rich chocolate-toned skin and curly locks from a distant land — whose last lover met his end at your father's hand — [red]Jhaqo[/red] has always had an intense, dark aura. There was no love or consent in the act that led to your half-brother's birth, only lust and violence, but life on the steppes is often brutal. [red]Jhaqo[/red] is a big-boned, dark-skinned youth, perpetually agitated and carrying an evident grudge. As he confronts you with palpable fury, you ponder on the best way to navigate this tension.

>>Remember your place, Jhaqo. I am the heir, and you will show respect, whether you like it or not. (Authoritarian)
>>Watch your tone, brother. There are consequences for disrespecting the future Khan. If I tell our father of your insubordination, he will have you whipped like an unruly horse. (Threatening)
>>My mother is the primary wife, the queen. Yours? She's just another whore in father's harem. Maybe I will ask him to let me have a turn with her tonight. (Insulting)
>>Jhaqo, we're brothers, bound by blood. Let's not fight among ourselves. We have bigger battles to face, and together, we're stronger. (Persuasive)
>>Jhaqo, I'm truly sorry if I've overstepped. I only want the best for our horde. Let's find a way to move past this. (Appeasing)

>>5763936

>Jhaqo, we're brothers, bound by blood. Let's not fight among ourselves. We have bigger battles to face, and together, we're stronger. (Persuasive)

Make this guy our henchman.

Also, WLQM - don’t feel bad about the formatting, 4chan betrays me all the time in my quest

>>5763936
>Because I'm better at leading, and you're better at fighting. You could probably beat me if you tried hard enough, but I do not think you could lead the horde. That's what I've been taught to do, while you've been taught to fight. That's why everyone follows Father, he's the best leader, even if there may be better fighters under him. (Reasoning)

>>5763936
We are the smart brother.

Having a musclebound brute as our friend would go a ways towards covering for our weaknesses. 1 2 punch.

>Jhaqo, we're brothers, bound by blood. Let's not fight among ourselves. We have bigger battles to face, and together, we're stronger. (Persuasive)

>>5763936
>Jhaqo, we're brothers, bound by blood. Let's not fight among ourselves. We have bigger battles to face, and together, we're stronger. (Persuasive)
ngl i'm tempted to vote 3

>>5763942
>>5763944
>>5763970
>>5763979
Best of three d100, dc - 60

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>5763997
Brotherly iq

Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>5763997

>>5764054
Based

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>5763997

Rolling though we beat the DC

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>>5764045
>>5764054
>>5764063
>>5764092
You choose words of persuasion, "Jhaqo, we're brothers, bound by blood. Let's not fight among ourselves. We have bigger battles to face, and together, we're stronger." There's a pause as Jhaqo processes, but he eventually relents. You recognize that when you become Khan, loyal followers will be essential, and who better to have by your side than your physically imposing half-brother? Days turn to weeks and then months. One day, your father approaches you, stating, "Tarkhan, the time has come for you to lead your first raid." A rush of excitement pulses through you. This raid is a rite of passage, cementing your path to becoming the next Khan. Success means earning not only your father's pride but also the horde's recognition. Yet, failure could tarnish your reputation irreparably. Now the question is — which tribe should be your target?

>>The Erkin Tribe (Strength: Weak) - Known primarily as herders, the Erkin Tribe has limited defensive capabilities.
>>The Baatar Horde (Strength: Medium) - A mid-sized tribe renowned for its balanced approach to life on the steppe, the Baatar Horde has both seasoned warriors and adept merchants.
>>The Ulzii Horde (Strength: Strong) - The Ulzii Horde boasts a vast army of experienced horsemen and archers. Their territory is well-guarded, with scouts patrolling their borders and strategic defenses in place.

>>5764210
>>The Baatar Horde (Strength: Medium) - A mid-sized tribe renowned for its balanced approach to life on the steppe, the Baatar Horde has both seasoned warriors and adept merchants.

Strong enough to claim glory, but not too strong.

>>5764210
>>>The Baatar Horde (Strength: Medium) - A mid-sized tribe renowned for its balanced approach to life on the steppe, the Baatar Horde has both seasoned warriors and adept merchants.

Hard option seems painful for no gain beyond glory and potential poaching of seasoned soldiers.

>>5764210
>The Baatar Horde (Strength: Medium) - A mid-sized tribe renowned for its balanced approach to life on the steppe, the Baatar Horde has both seasoned warriors and adept merchants.

>>5764210

>The Baatar Horde (Strength: Medium) - A mid-sized tribe renowned for its balanced approach to life on the steppe, the Baatar Horde has both seasoned warriors and adept merchants.

Seems like the sound choice

>>The Baatar Horde (Strength: Medium) - A mid-sized tribe renowned for its balanced approach to life on the steppe, the Baatar Horde has both seasoned warriors and adept merchants.

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>>5764216
>>5764225
>>5764230
>>5764307
>>5764365
You set your sights on the Baatar Horde, a mid-sized tribe renowned for its balanced approach to life on the steppe. They've held their ground against smaller tribes, yet have also felt the sting of defeat when clashing with mightier hordes. Striking the Baatar and emerging victorious could elevate your standing among the tribes, but you're acutely aware of the risks involved. Their traders, prospering from the sale of silk and other coveted items, journey from city to city under the watchful guard of their seasoned warriors. With such protection, a direct assault could be costly. "Success against the Baatar demands a well-crafted strategy," you muse to yourself, realizing that careful planning is crucial for the raid's success.

>>Create a distraction on one side of their camp, drawing the majority of their warriors away. Once they're engaged, the main force swiftly attacks the less guarded side, focusing on acquiring trade goods. (Diversion)
>>Utilize the darkness to approach and infiltrate their camp silently. Small teams focus on specific targets such as supply tents and trade goods. (Night Raid)
>>Plant a few spies or turncoats inside their camp in the guise of traders or mercenaries. When the time is right, they sabotage the Baatar’s defenses, create chaos, making the raid smoother. (Inside Job)
>>Use the horde’s best horsemen in a rapid, overwhelming charge at their camp's heart, targeting their leadership and resources directly, then retreat quickly before they can mount a solid defense. (Cavalry Strike)

>>5764448
>>>Use the horde’s best horsemen in a rapid, overwhelming charge at their camp's heart, targeting their leadership and resources directly, then retreat quickly before they can mount a solid defense. (Cavalry Strike)
With a hint of...
>>Utilize the darkness to approach and infiltrate their camp silently. Small teams focus on specific targets such as supply tents and trade goods. (Night Raid)
>>Plant a few spies or turncoats inside their camp in the guise of traders or mercenaries. When the time is right, they sabotage the Baatar’s defenses, create chaos, making the raid smoother. (Inside Job)

Spend a few days gathering intel with spies, but have them pull out before the fight. We need to know where everything is for the next part of the plan.
We ride in at night with unlit torches, getting as close as possible before detection. Have the men light their torches before charging in, getting what we need (focusing on things like spices and gold or jewelry which are relatively light for their value), and leaving. The fire's for intimidation more than anything else, but if needed we could set something important on fire as a distraction before we leave to prevent getting chased.

>>5764467

Backing this, seems like a sound plan

>>5764467
>support

>>5764448
>Utilize the darkness to approach and infiltrate their camp silently. Small teams focus on specific targets such as supply tents and trade goods. (Night Raid)

>>5764467
>>5764448
Support.

if is just one choice then i take planting a few spies.

>>5764467
>supporting this
should get the spies to check the night patrol patterns of the Baatar as well, don't want some random guard to raise alarm and ruin the surprise. also we should prioritize trampling and killing as many of their sleeping warriors on our way to the valuables as possible to discourage the Bataar from pursuing us.

>>5764467
>>5764489
>>5764616
>>5764718
>>5764783
>>5764847
three d100+5, dc - 60

Rolled 43 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>5764937

Rolled 32 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>5764937

Rolled 27 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>5764937

>>5764940
>>5764944
>>5764946
this is gonna be fun

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>>5764940
>>5764944
>>5764946
>>5765045
Opting for a layered strategy, you first spend a few days gathering intel with spies, but have them pull out before the fight. You'll need to know where everything is for the next part of the plan. "We strike under the cloak of night," you discuss with the men your father gave you, explaining the unlit torches' role in your tactic. "Once we're within striking distance, we light them up. Not only does it rattle our enemies, but if cornered, we use the flames to create diversions." Your focus remains on high-value, low-weight goods, such as spices and gold or jewelry. Your strategy appears foolproof on paper, blending reconnaissance, surprise, and rapid execution. Yet, the steppe is unpredictable. As you and your cavalry approach the Baatar encampment, torches still unlit, you're unexpectedly confronted by a wall of Baatar warriors, torches ablaze and weapons drawn. In that tense, gut-churning moment, you grasp the harsh reality: betrayal. One of your spies has sold you out. The realization stings, but there's no time for reflection, only swift action and adaptation.

>>Immediate Retreat: Sound the horn for an immediate withdrawal, having your troops fall back to a previously determined rendezvous point.
>>Frontal Assault: Despite the ambush, order a full frontal assault, trusting in the might and bravery of your warriors.
>>Flanking Maneuver: Quickly split your forces into two or more groups, trying to encircle and flank the Baatar warriors.
>>Feigned Retreat: Pretend to retreat, luring the Baatar warriors out of their fortified position, only to turn back on them with a counter-ambush.

>>5765059
>>Feigned Retreat: Pretend to retreat, luring the Baatar warriors out of their fortified position, only to turn back on them with a counter-ambush.

>>5765059

>Feigned Retreat: Pretend to retreat, luring the Baatar warriors out of their fortified position, only to turn back on them with a counter-ambush.

It goes without question that we execute the spies for failing us.

>>5765091
>>5765115
I don't think the Bataar are going to be so stupid as to chase us and leave the camp undefended. After all, they are protecting not just gold but their women and children as well. If we want to draw them out we will need a little nudge:
>>5765059
>Ranged Skirmish: Order your men to loose a few volley of arrows at the Bataar formation
Steppe warriors are basically born on horsebacks with a bow already strung across their back. And look, the targets are so nice as to illuminate and pack themselves so closely for us, would be a shame not to get some practice. We haven't lit up our torches yet so they shouldn't be able to retaliate. Even if they don't take the bait the Bataar will have to either loosen their formation or dim their torches which makes our final charge more effective.

>>5765059
>Feigned Retreat: Pretend to retreat, luring the Baatar warriors out of their fortified position, only to turn back on them with a counter-ambush.
>Ranged Skirmish: Order your men to loose a few volley of arrows at the Bataar formation
Let them concentrate in a single area, then whittle them down with arrows. Use the darkness and our mobility to our advantage.

>>5765192
>+1
both if possible

>>5765059
I'm >>5765139, changing my vote to both
>Ranged Skirmish: Order your men to loose a few volley of arrows at the Bataar formation
>Feigned Retreat: Pretend to retreat, luring the Baatar warriors out of their fortified position, only to turn back on them with a counter-ambush.
Forgot about that in the original post.

>>5765091
>>5765115
>>5765139
>>5765192
>>5766153
three d100+5, dc - 70

Rolled 38 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>5766456

Here you go boss

Rolled 19 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>5766456
Fuck.

Rolled 83 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>5766456

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>>5766468
>>5766485
>>5766515
Your instincts snap to life, and you shout, "Archers, let fly!" In seconds, a deadly rain of arrows arcs through the night, targeting the glowing sea of Baatar torches. Their brilliant flames, intended as instruments of intimidation, now mark them as easy prey for your concealed marksmen. Screams of pain mix with the chaos of battle, breaking the Baatar's once-solid formation. Seeing an opportunity, you raise your hand high and cry out, "Fall back!" Your horsemen feign panic, turning their mounts to flee into the obscurity of the steppe. The Baatar, sensing victory, give chase with triumphant war cries, breaking their ranks. But the trap is not yet sprung. Riding some distance away, you whirl around, sounding the horn of counter-ambush. The ground trembles as your horsemen wheel back, turning their pretended flight into a deadly charge. With a primal shout, "For the Khan!", your warriors crash into the overextended Baatar lines. In the melee's heat, steel meets steel, and amidst the frenzy, you find yourself face-to-face with a young Baatar warrior. The world narrows to just the two of you. With a clash of blades and a dance of death, you thrust your sword, tasting your first kill. The weight of the act hangs heavy, but this is the brutal path of a future Khan.

>>Swift Looting: Raid the Baatar encampment for silk, spice, gold, and jewelry, focusing on the most valuable and easily transportable goods. Then, quickly withdraw before Baatar reinforcements arrive, prioritizing speed and minimizing potential confrontations.
>>Taking Prisoners: Capture prisoners from the Baatar camp. They could be used for ransom, information, leverage in future negotiations, or as slaves. However, this action would certainly slow down your retreat and potentially incite stronger retaliation from the Baatar.
>>Scorched Earth: Burn down the Baatar encampment to send a strong message of force and intimidation. This act would make you feared on the steppe but may also invite unyielding vengeance.

>Swift Looting: Raid the Baatar encampment for silk, spice, gold, and jewelry, focusing on the most valuable and easily transportable goods. Then, quickly withdraw before Baatar reinforcements arrive, prioritizing speed and minimizing potential confrontations.

Get the money, get out!

>>5766569
>Swift Looting: Raid the Baatar encampment for silk, spice, gold, and jewelry, focusing on the most valuable and easily transportable goods. Then, quickly withdraw before Baatar reinforcements arrive, prioritizing speed and minimizing potential confrontations.
This is only the beginning.

>>5766569
>Swift Looting: Raid the Baatar encampment for silk, spice, gold, and jewelry, focusing on the most valuable and easily transportable goods. Then, quickly withdraw before Baatar reinforcements arrive, prioritizing speed and minimizing potential confrontations.
Here comes the money~

>>5766515
Kek, thanks for covering my fuckup.

>>5766569
>Swift Looting: Raid the Baatar encampment for silk, spice, gold, and jewelry, focusing on the most valuable and easily transportable goods. Then, quickly withdraw before Baatar reinforcements arrive, prioritizing speed and minimizing potential confrontations.
Remember, we're here to prove ourselves and acquire resources for our tribe. Let's not cause any more damage nor bring more conflict to our people than absolutely necessary.

>>5766569
>Swift Looting: Raid the Baatar encampment for silk, spice, gold, and jewelry, focusing on the most valuable and easily transportable goods. Then, quickly withdraw before Baatar reinforcements arrive, prioritizing speed and minimizing potential confrontations.

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>>5766574
>>5766596
>>5766599
>>5766602
>>5766609
Your heart races as you sprint through the Baatar camp, directing your men to the tents that are most likely to hold the treasures you seek. "Silk and spices, here!" shouts one of your warriors, ripping open a chest filled with aromatic contents and rich fabrics that shimmer under the moonlight. Another group unearths a cache of intricately crafted jewelry and bags filled with gold coins. You urge them on, "Swiftly! Every moment counts!" The air grows tense, the distant sound of hooves and war cries growing louder, hinting at the approach of Baatar reinforcements. "Time to leave!" you yell, ensuring your men are not getting too greedy or bogged down. Every second is precious. As you and your warriors mount your steeds, treasures in tow, the edge of the Baatar camp is illuminated by approaching torches - the reinforcements are almost upon you. But your decisive action and preparation pay off. Your father's best horsemen, trained for rapid raids, swiftly retreats into the night, becoming shadows once more. Every so often, you glance back, but the chasing lights of the Baatar grow dimmer and dimmer. By dawn, as the first rays of sunlight kiss the horizon, you return to your horde's encampment. Your warriors, though weary, wear triumphant smiles, their horses laden with spoils.

>>Tribute to the Khan: With a sense of duty and respect, you gather the entirety of the loot and place it ceremoniously at your father's feet.
>>Asserting Independence: You choose to keep the majority of the loot, offering only a token tribute to your father.
>>Complete Ownership: The raid was your undertaking, your leadership, and your risk. Feeling that the treasures are rightfully yours, you decide to keep them all.

>>5766569
>Swift Looting: Raid the Baatar encampment for silk, spice, gold, and jewelry, focusing on the most valuable and easily transportable goods. Then, quickly withdraw before Baatar reinforcements arrive, prioritizing speed and minimizing potential confrontations.

>>5766617
>Tribute to the Khan: With a sense of duty and respect, you gather the entirety of the loot and place it ceremoniously at your father's feet.

>>5766617
>Tribute to the Khan: With a sense of duty and respect, you gather the entirety of the loot and place it ceremoniously at your father's feet.

>>5766617
>>>Tribute to the Khan: With a sense of duty and respect, you gather the entirety of the loot and place it ceremoniously at your father's feet.

Not the time to assert our self yet. But it is time to start making our name.

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>>5766621
>>5766624
>>5766630
>>5766643
With a sense of duty and respect, you gather the entirety of the loot and place it ceremoniously at your father's feet. His eyes, once stern, now gleam with pride. The murmurs among the tribe tell tales of respect earned and a future Khan emerging. Gura, your mother, however, breaks the reverence, her voice sharp as she says, "This victory carries Tarkhan's name. He should decide the fate of these spoils." Your father meets her gaze, a smirk playing on his lips. "He will, when he is Khan." The camp reverberates with the affirmation of your ascendancy. To seal the declaration, your father hands you the largest share of the treasure, honoring the one who led the horde to victory. As he does so, whispers of admiration dance through the wind, from warrior to warrior. The horde’s unified voice sings your praises. But in the shadow of triumph lurks treachery. There's a viper among you, one who betrayed you to the Baatar. Without captives to question, finding the snake will require cunning, not brute force. Later that night, as the stars shimmer and the camp settles into slumber, your tent flaps rustle, and a silhouette approaches. As she steps into the moonlight, her identity is clear: Daho, your father's captivating dancer, his most beautiful bed slave, her fair skin glowing like moonlit snow. "Your father believes it's time," she whispers, a hint of mischief in her eyes, "for you to truly become a man." In the ambient glow of your tent, Daho's fair skin seems almost ethereal, contrasting starkly with the rugged canvas and the opulence of the treasures that now lie within. The gentle sway of her dance from previous celebrations is fresh in your memory. Now, she stands before you, bearing an offer cloaked in tradition and promising new pleasures. "I've heard tales of your bravery, Tarkhan," her voice is soft, almost a whisper, as she slowly moves closer. Every step she takes strokes your memories of her dances. "Your father wishes you to be trained in all facets of leadership, both on the battlefield and in more... personal affairs." You ponder the implications of this. Accepting would signal your transition from boyhood to manhood, in the eyes of the tribe and perhaps your father. Rejecting might be seen as a sign of youthful hesitancy or, more dangerously, a slight against the Khan's will. Yet, beyond the promise of sexual pleasure, Daho's own feelings and intentions remain a mystery. Is she truly a reward from your father? Or is she a test of your readiness to be Khan?

>>Reward from the Khan: You view Daho as a generous gift from your father, a reward for your successful raid and leadership.
>>Test of Manhood: By accepting her, you show the horde, and more importantly, your father, that you are no longer just a boy but a man, ready to lead the tribe.
>>Polite Decline: You decline her offer, believing it inappropriate and distrusting the sudden gesture.

>>5766715
>>Test of Manhood: By accepting her, you show the horde, and more importantly, your father, that you are no longer just a boy but a man, ready to lead the tribe.

>>5766715
>Test of Manhood: By accepting her, you show the horde, and more importantly, your father, that you are no longer just a boy but a man, ready to lead the tribe.

>>5766715
Hmm... we could lay with the woman yes but her behaviour is suspiscious. As the narration said, there is a viper among us, now here comes this pretty thing wanting to coil herself around us. Is there a way we could protect ourselves? Would it be a faux pas if this whole "your father sent me" story is a lie and we just bedded one of his girls? Perhaps ask her to come to us another time?

>>5766715
>Test of Manhood: By accepting her, you show the horde, and more importantly, your father, that you are no longer just a boy but a man, ready to lead the tribe.
I suggest we make it explicitly clear that this done under the presumption that this is expected of us by our character's father and the tribe. Inspect her for any daggers, poisons, and whatnot. Once it happens, let's be as courteous and professional as we can be in a situation like this. It's expected of our character to lead the tribe someday, so let's act the part prudently, observantly, and gracefully. There's a nonzero chance a kid will come out of this.

>>5766715

>>Test of Manhood: By accepting her, you show the horde, and more importantly, your father, that you are no longer just a boy but a man, ready to lead the tribe.

Certainly possible that she is an assassin though, stay on guard!

>>5766715
>>5766741
I change my vote >>5766751 to a write-in.
>Politely decline for tonight, then approach your father about the matter the following morning to ensure that Daho was indeed sent by him. You do not want to disrespect your father nor accidentally put the tribe at risk. This will demonstrate prudence while recognizing the responsibility and trust placed in your hands.

>>5766715 >>5766757
Well put.
>Politely decline for tonight, then approach your father about the matter the following morning to ensure that Daho was indeed sent by him. You do not want to disrespect your father nor accidentally put the tribe at risk. This will demonstrate prudence while recognizing the responsibility and trust placed in your hands.

>>5766727
>>5766733
>>5766741
>>5766751
>>5766753
>>5766757
>>5766785
three d100+5, dc1 - 30, dc2-60

Rolled 88 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>5766799

Rolled 23 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>5766799

Are there crits in this quest OP?

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>5766799

>>5766805
>>5766804
If there are, this was a dangerously close one.

Rolled 5 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>5766799

>>5766803
It's a damn good thing you rolled 93.

>>5766804
Occasionally, dc1 - pass the test, dc2 - information about the spy

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>>5766803
>>5766804
>>5766805
>>5766806
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>>5766808
Doubt gnaws at your mind as Daho steps into your tent. Is this a trap? But then reason takes hold; she wasn’t among the spies sent to the Baatar. She couldn't be the informant. You conclude that your father's motives are different. Perhaps this is a test, a rite of passage designed to signify your transition from boyhood to leadership. By accepting her, you show the horde, and more importantly, your father, that you are no longer just a boy but a man, ready to lead the tribe. With an assertive tone, you declare, "If this is my father's will." Your voice makes it evident that this isn't about personal desire, but about what's expected of you as a future Khan. You need to ensure your own safety. "Undress," you order, keen to inspect for hidden weapons or vials of poison. Daho, with a playful smirk, complies, her movements flowing effortlessly as one of her mesmerizing dances. You maintain a measured demeanor, scanning her naked body meticulously, ensuring no threats lurk. Though the circumstances are intimate, your behavior remains steadfastly courteous and professional – prudent, observant, and graceful. The flickering torchlight casts playful shadows on the canvas of your tent as Daho regards you with a teasing glance. "Like what you see?" Her voice drips with playful allure, unashamed of her nudity. "I do," you admit, voice barely above a murmur. This woman, the jewel of your father's harem, is with you tonight. The gravity of that realization weighs on you. Her presence is a testament to your father's pride in your recent achievements. With grace and subtlety, Daho draws you into the art of intimacy, a dance of a different kind. Guided by her expertise, you traverse the bridge from adolescence to manhood, a transformative experience you hadn't fully anticipated, nor expect to be this potent in its pleasures. Exhausted, both of you recline, catching your breath in the dim light. "So, did I measure up?" The curiosity in your voice is palpable. She chuckles softly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "Eager and spirited. There's great promise in you, but the journey to mastery is long." Your eyebrows quirk playfully. "I suppose I'll have to request more lessons then." But the mood shifts, becoming heavier. "You've been trained in the arts of seduction, haven't you?" you inquire, searching her eyes. With a nod and a smirk, she replies, "To seduce and to please. It's the essence of my dance." You wonder if you can make use of her skills.

>>Training in Persuasion: You request Daho to use her skills to train you in the arts of persuasion and manipulation.
>>Identifying the Traitor: Knowing that she has had access to many secrets as your father's pleasure slave, you ask her to help you identify the spy in the camp. She could have overheard whispers or noticed suspicious behavior.
>>Distrust: Despite the intimate night, you can't shake off the feeling of unease, and remain guarded.

>>5766869
>Identifying the Traitor: Knowing that she has had access to many secrets as your father's pleasure slave, you ask her to help you identify the spy in the camp. She could have overheard whispers or noticed suspicious behavior.
Though don't just take her word for it immediatly.

>>5766869
>Training in Persuasion
Have her identify the traitor and we are safe for a day. Have her teach us how to identify traitors and we would be safe(ish) for the rest of our life.

>>5766869
>>>Training in Persuasion: You request Daho to use her skills to train you in the arts of persuasion and manipulation.
Maybe our final exam could be drawing out the traitor?

>>5766869
>Training in Persuasion: You request Daho to use her skills to train you in the arts of persuasion and manipulation.

>>5766869
>Training in Persuasion: You request Daho to use her skills to train you in the arts of persuasion and manipulation.

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The candlelight casts an intimate glow in your tent as you lean closer to Daho, seeking to learn the arts of persuasion and manipulation she wields so effortlessly. "Teach me," you demand, "the ways to weave words and emotions, to make others do what you wish." Daho, still fully unclothed and confident in her nudity, regards you with an amused gaze. "The true art of persuasion," she murmurs, her voice a sultry caress, "isn't in the words you utter, but in recognizing the desires of a man." She leans in closer, her voice a confidential whisper, "Sometimes, the Khan might crave a woman's body, or a simple question about his day. I am his favorite because because I can discern his hidden desires before they're even voiced." You ponder her words, a spark of realization lighting up your eyes. "So it's about offering a man what he desires?" She chuckles, the sound light and teasing. "Not exactly. It's delving deep, understanding his most intimate desires," she caresses your manhood, making you hard again, but abruptly stops before your release, "then artfully manipulating him leveraging his own desires." You pause, processing her suggestion. "Can you really teach me how to do it?" A confident, sly smile graces her lips. "I can teach you, but it will require many nights of intense, intimate lessons." You grin, "I'll need to convince father to let me borrow you again." The night continues with fervent passion, Daho's laughter echoing with every shared moment, every shared orgasm. As dawn nears, she prepares to depart, and you contemplate a parting gift for her role in your transition from boyhood to manhood.

>>Luxurious Silk Robe: A delicate, shimmering robe made of the finest silk that changes hues with the play of light.
>>Intricate Necklace: A silver necklace, each link meticulously crafted, holding a central pendant with a moonstone that gleams with light.
>>Waist Chain: A gold chain adorned with tiny bells that jingle softly with every movement, usually worn by belly dancers.
>>Large Gemstone: An opulent sapphire, deep blue like the midnight sky. It's uncut but radiates an inner glow, a testament to its rare quality.
>>Chest Full of Spices: An ornate wooden chest, inlaid with mother-of-pearl, filled with the most exotic spices: saffron threads, cardamom pods, star anise, and cloves.

>>5767068
>Waist Chain: A gold chain adorned with tiny bells that jingle softly with every movement, usually worn by belly dancers.
Lean into the dancer appeal.

>>5767068
I think this here is a golden opportunity to put the lessons we just received into practice.
>Sturdy Riding Boots: Simple and unadorned, yet made from the toughest leather known in the steppes, painstakingly tanned, cut, and sewn by a master cobbler.
Daho, as the Khan's favourite, would have no want for any luxury we can give her. She would, however, very much appreciate a gesture of friendship for her son, whose position is far from secure once the Khan dies. To give her a sturdy pair of riding boots is to announce that we will always ride with our half-brother across the sea of grass; even so, the boot's simple looks gave us plausible deniability of any such promise, if necessary...

>>5767068
>>5767085
You make a good point, though sturdy riding boot are a little bit to cheap in comparison to the other gifts are they not? Perhaps a sturdy suit of armor, a deadly weapon or a great war horse would be better?

>>5767088
That's what I meant by plausible deniability. Armor, weapons, and horse are very much things which immediately catches a person's eye, so everyone in the clan will know that Daho's son has our favour. This is all well and good if he turns out to be a steadfast comrade, but we still have an unknown traitor amongst our midst. Furthermore, our mother may not be so well-disposed towards us acting all brotherly with possible contenders for our position. And remember, we also have half-brothers from the other concubines as well.
A pair of boots isn't showy, but Daho probably understands that a more obvious gift will just make her and her son's life more difficult than not. And considering the often grisly fate that most half-brothers and even brothers faced after one of their sibling becomes Khan, that we are even reaching out is already more than enough to show our goodwill.

>>5767068
>>Intricate Necklace: A silver necklace, each link meticulously crafted, holding a central pendant with a moonstone that gleams with light.

Wedding gift for a possible bride?

>>5767098 >>5767068 >>5767071
Hmmm... I understand, Im impressed by how much thought you've put into this. I'll back your strain of thought instead of my original vote.

>>5767099
Nah, she could be kept for fun amd as a confidant if she proves loyal but as the main girl? I don't think that's a good idea.

>>5767119
I wasn't even thinking of our father's concubine. I'm talking in general.

>>5767120
But this is a vote about exactly that concubine? I thought it natural to assume you were talking about Daho.

>>5767125
Oh fug. I misread. Ah, well. A necklace seems as good as any gift I suppose.

>>5767085
Support. Very smart indeed.

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The candlelight's flicker makes Daho's eyes dance with intrigue. You know, with her position as the Khan's favourite, that she lacks for no luxury. But you're also aware of the vulnerability her son faces once the Khan is no longer there to shield him. "For your son," you declare, presenting a pair of sturdy riding boots. They're simple and unadorned, void of the ostentatious ornamentation typical of a rich horde's affluence. Yet, their craftsmanship is undeniable — the result of meticulous labor from a master cobbler, using the toughest leather known in the steppes. This gift isn't just a pair of shoes; it's a subtle vow of protection and camaraderie. With these boots, you silently promise to ride side by side with her son across the sea of grass. But should anyone question the intent, the boots' simple design offers an escape, a chance to deny any such commitment. Daho's grateful eyes reveal her understanding, and she murmurs, "Thank you, Tarkhan." After Daho departs, you're left in contemplative silence. The old saying of the steppe echoes in your mind: a boy truly becomes a man only after killing his first enemy and bedding his first woman. Tonight, you've done both. Your status as a man is beyond question. However, with adulthood comes responsibility, and yours is to confront treachery. Ten of your men infiltrated the Baatar camp. One of them surely leaked your plans. But the question remains: which one?

>>Interrogation: Carefully question each of the ten men separately. Look for inconsistencies in their stories or any signs of nervousness.
>>Reward: Offer a reward to the camp for any information on the betrayal. This could entice others who might have witnessed suspicious behavior to come forward.
>>Open Confrontation: Gather all ten men and openly address the issue, gauging their reactions. The guilty might betray themselves with body language, tone, or inconsistencies in their story.
>>Loyalty Test: Put each man in a simulated dangerous situation where they believe they might lose their life unless they betray you. If any give up 'information' to save themselves, they might be the traitor.

>>5767158
>Loyalty Test: Put each man in a simulated dangerous situation where they believe they might lose their life unless they betray you. If any give up 'information' to save themselves, they might be the traitor.

>>5767158

>>Loyalty Test: Put each man in a simulated dangerous situation where they believe they might lose their life unless they betray you. If any give up 'information' to save themselves, they might be the traitor.

Even if we don’t catch the previous traitor, this would be a good way to prevent future betrayals

>>5767158
This is a very interesting situation we have here. Recall that the Bataar neatly lined up in formation to await us, this show of force is how you scared off a minor cattle raid, not how you responded to a rival Khan's sole legitimate heir waltzing into your grasp. They could have easily lured us into the camp, surrounded us, and then captured our entire party for ransom (or even killed us off to eliminate an enemy). Most likely they passed up the opportunity because they didn't know how we would react and wanted to avoid a fight if possible. They still wanted to humiliate us specifically by forcing us to abandon the raid of course, but perhaps there was someone else there whom they didn't want hurt or worse.
>Recollection: which lieutenant present at the raid also had a tenable claim to the throne were it not for us?
If my suspicions were correct then this was not a single man with loose lips but rather an entire conspiracy to undermine our authority and disqualify us from our rightful inheritance. It is entirely possible then that the spies were all loyal to us and someone else alerted the Bataar instead. Even if we can catch the traitors among these spies, letting them catch us questioning their loyalties is a sure recipe for new conspirators. In such a delicate situation, it is better that we try to reveal and excise the whole plot in one fell swoop rather than deal with it piecemeal.
>Misdirection: Summon all the spies and reward them for their 'good service', but quietly place them all under observation afterwards to check their next moves.
At the very least the conspirators will be misled into underestimating us (the spies were the most obvious suspects, after all), which may embolden them in the future.

>>5767158
>>5767239
>Misdirection: Summon all the spies and reward them for their 'good service', but quietly place them all under observation afterwards to check their next moves.
Supported

>>5767158
>Misdirection: Summon all the spies and reward them for their 'good service', but quietly place them all under observation afterwards to check their next moves.

>>5767239
+1

I got banned for ban evasion when I wasn't even banned in the first place

>>5767590
Many such cases QM, I've been randomly banned before too.

>>5767590
That sucks QM, jannies don't really deserve a raise sometimes.

>>5767590
Meanwhile, someone keeps spamming threads about trans people in /qst/ for some reason and the jannies do nothing about it. Sorry that happened to you, QM.

>>5767239
>support

>>5767590
If you were posting by hotspot or mobile it can happen.

>>5767239
support

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I appealed the ban. For now I'll phone post

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The weight of leadership presses down on you. As the sun rises, casting its golden hue on the vast expanse of the steppe, you contemplate the previous events, your mind racing to piece together the puzzle. Remembering how the Baatar warriors waited in perfect formation, something feels out of place. This is how you scare off a minor cattle raid, not how you confront an heir to a Khanate marching right into your hands. They could've easily ambushed and captured or killed your entire party. But they didn't. The intent was clear: to humiliate, but avoid a battle with your vengeful father if possible. Why? You mull over the lieutenants who were present at the raid. Is there one among them who has a tenable claim to the throne if you were out of the picture? The unsettling notion takes root: what if this isn't about a single man with loose lips but rather an entire conspiracy to undermine your authority and disqualify you from your rightful inheritance? Perhaps all your spies remained loyal, and someone else tipped the Baatar off. Addressing this delicately is essential. Confronting suspected spies outright would only breed more dissent and treachery. Instead, you decide on a misdirection. Summoning all your spies, you reward them for their 'good service' while secretly putting them under strict surveillance. It's a game of patience and strategy, letting them believe they've pulled the wool over your eyes. Should any conspirators emerge, their false sense of victory might just be their undoing. Meanwhile you rake your brain, pondering over those who might profit from your failure. The obvious suspect is Jhaqo, your eldest half-brother, the most immediate threat to your inheritance. But no, it can't be him. Jhaqo, for all his faults, is as transparent as clear waters of the steppe. He lacks the guile for such deceit. Then your mind wanders to the women in your father's life. While your mother holds the title of his primary wife, six other women warm his bed at nights, serving him sexually as slaves or concubines. Could one of them hope to elevate her child above you? To place her son on the throne? And then there's Turag, your uncle, your father's younger brother. After you and your half-brothers, he's next in line. And you remember, he rode alongside you during that raid, didn't he? His presence then, so close to the heart of the action, fills you with unease. The answer may be closer to home than you'd like.

>>Jhaqo: Quietly assign a trusted aide to shadow your eldest half-brother.
>>Daho: Increase the frequency of your meetings with her under the guise of continued "lessons".
>>Riri: Assign a loyal attendant to serve your father's young concubine who was captured during a raid.
>>Other Concubines: Observe their interactions, alliances, and any potential signs of collusion.
>>Turag: Have a set of your most discreet warriors keep tabs on your uncle, during hunts or raids.

>>5770288
>Riri: Assign a loyal attendant to serve your father's young concubine who was captured during a raid.

>>5770288
>Turag
The classic jealous uncle is the downfall of many a medieval lord.

>>5770288

>Turag: Have a set of your most discreet warriors keep tabs on your uncle, during hunts or raids.

It’s gotta be the uncle - he has the proximity to power but not the real thing, would drive anyone crazy

>>5770288
>Turag: Have a set of your most discreet warriors keep tabs on your uncle, during hunts or raids.
The fact that he was also on the raid gives him an even bigger reason to mitigate the severity of the Baatar ambush. Were he not there, it would've been better for him to have the entire raiding party fall into a trap and have the most legitimate heir die.

>>5770288
>Turag: Have a set of your most discreet warriors keep tabs on your uncle, during hunts or raids.

>>5770288
>Jhaqo's mother
Jhaqo himself may be guileless, but it doesn't mean his mom couldn't try and push him forward in the heir queue.

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You have a set of your most discreet warriors to keep tabs on your uncle during hunts, raids, or any other group activities. Uncle Turag, with that unmistakable scar slashing across his face, stands as a testament to battles fought and challenges faced. He's a middle-aged man, only a handful of years younger than your father, yet he's always been one step behind, forever in the shadow of his elder brother's achievements. Though he's a masterful horseman and possesses a cunning mind, he's never quite touched the pinnacle of power. A man be driven insane being in the proximity to power but never really grasping it. You ponder, "Is that enough to drive him towards treachery?" And so, you strategize on the best way to unearth the truth, to determine your uncle's innocence or guilt.

>>Forged Letter: Your memories of countless hours spent among scrolls and ink pots serve you well. Crafting an intricate forgery, you pen a letter supposedly from the Bataar, directing it to Uncle Turag with an invitation for a clandestine meet.
>>Bastard's Resentments: You pull Jhaqo aside, whispering your plan, "Approach Uncle Turag. Tell him you're tired of bending to my whims and see him as the true successor to the Khan's title. Gauge his reaction."
>>Seductress's Whispers: Enlisting Daho, the sultry concubine, you instruct her, "Approach Uncle Turag, and spin a tale of your exhaustion being my father's whore. Whisper that you long to warm the bed of a new Khan — hinting at Turag."
>>Drunken Confession: With a bottle of the finest fermented mare's milk in tow, you invite your uncle for a drink, just the two of you. As the night unfolds and the drinks flow, you cleverly steer the conversation, hoping the alcohol loosens his tongue enough to reveal hidden truths or trigger an unintended confession.

>>5771499
>Drunken Confession: With a bottle of the finest fermented mare's milk in tow, you invite your uncle for a drink, just the two of you. As the night unfolds and the drinks flow, you cleverly steer the conversation, hoping the alcohol loosens his tongue enough to reveal hidden truths or trigger an unintended confession.

>>5771499
>Drunken Confession: With a bottle of the finest fermented mare's milk in tow, you invite your uncle for a drink, just the two of you. As the night unfolds and the drinks flow, you cleverly steer the conversation, hoping the alcohol loosens his tongue enough to reveal hidden truths or trigger an unintended confession.

>>5771499

>>Drunken Confession: With a bottle of the finest fermented mare's milk in tow, you invite your uncle for a drink, just the two of you. As the night unfolds and the drinks flow, you cleverly steer the conversation, hoping the alcohol loosens his tongue enough to reveal hidden truths or trigger an unintended confession.

Make sure we cry up a river about how we can’t handle the pressure, about how we aren’t fit to lead, etc etc

>>5771499
>Forged Letter: Your memories of countless hours spent among scrolls and ink pots serve you well. Crafting an intricate forgery, you pen a letter supposedly from the Bataar, directing it to Uncle Turag with an invitation for a clandestine meet.
This one sounds the easiest

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three d100+5, dc - 60

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>5772172
rollan

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dice+1d100+5

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Hope this doesn't count since he forgot the modifier.

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With a bottle of the finest fermented mare's milk in tow, you set your sights on Uncle Turag. Your plan: Drown his inhibitions in alcohol, engage him in deep conversation, and navigate the murky waters of his mind, hoping he'll inadvertently spill his darkest secrets. With the cool breeze of the evening ruffling your clothes, you approach Uncle Turag's tent. He's seated outside, the glow of a small fire painting his features with a warm, dancing light. The distinctive scar on his face appears more pronounced, making him look even more enigmatic and fierce. "Uncle," you greet, extending the bottle of fermented mare's milk toward him. "I thought we might share a drink." His eyebrows rise slightly, a hint of surprise evident. "Nephew," Turag responds, his voice deep and raspy. "It's been a while since we've shared such moments. I welcome the distraction." As you sit beside him, you pour the milk into two ornate cups. The pungent aroma fills the air, a potent testament to its strength. With a nod, you both take a sip, the sharp taste making you wince momentarily. You start with innocent tales, sharing memories of hunts and raids. With every story, another round is poured, and slowly, the atmosphere becomes more relaxed, the conversation more personal. Guided by Daho's teachings, you weave your words to uncover his aspirations, layer by layer. As the stars shimmer overhead, their brilliance competing with the fire's glow, you notice Turag's eyes gradually glazing over, the alcohol taking its toll. His posture loosens, and the proud, guarded demeanor that he always carries starts to wane. "There's so much potential in our tribe," he murmurs, a sigh weighing heavy on his words, "Boundless territories to claim." "You think father's been too passive?" you probe, feigning casualness, ensuring your own cup remains untouched as you fill his. Turag's face contorts, a mix of pain and resentment. "Dagur's always been satisfied with the breadcrumbs. If only I were born first, I'd have shown our people the true might of a Khan!" Feigning agreement, you chime in, "You'd have been an exceptional Khan, Uncle. How would you have shaped our destiny?" Eyes clouded with drink and dreams, he mumbles, "I'd form strategic alliances, marry into other tribes. The Bataar Khan, he hinted at offering his daughter's hand... if I held the title of Khan." The revelation is a loaded arrow in your quiver. "Why didn't they propose to father directly?" Turag chuckles, the sound tinged with bitterness. "Your mother. Gura might let Dagur play with his toys, but another wife? Never. The Bataar princess is destined for a throne, not the foot of the bed. That's why the Bataar Khan approached me instead."

>>Continue to coax more information.
>>Pull back from the current topic to avoid raising suspicion.
>>Abandon subtlety and directly question him.
>>Claim the drink has affected you more than anticipated and retire for the night.

>>5773439

>Continue to coax more information.

Make it seem like we’d be cool if he assassinated Dad, try to get him to reveal co-conspirators?

>>5773439
>Continue to coax more information.

>>5773459
That's way too direct. We should ask what he thinks he'll do about that marriage situation.

>>5773439
>Continue to coax more information.

>>5773439
>Continue to coax more information.

>>5773501
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You continue to coax more information out of your uncle, hoping his lowered inhibitions reveal more details about his plans or aspirations. "So, Uncle, the Baatar princess, is she attractive?" Turag's gaze drifts, lost in thought for a moment, before he smirks. "Beauty isn't the currency in diplomatic unions, nephew. But to quench your curiosity, she's young, too young for my tastes, more a bud than a blossom." Your curiosity piqued, you press on, "Why then did her father seek you out for such a union? There must be younger, more age-matching candidates." Turag chuckles, the sound rich with the wisdom of his years. "A princess doesn't need a boy for husband; she demands a man. Someone seasoned by life, with the grit to guard his wife and the potency to sire heirs for the horde. A boy, even one with royal blood, might yet prove to be frail, impotent, unfit to lead a horde. A green lad's future prowess is a gamble, while a seasoned man's is a known quantity." Nodding, you absorb his words. In the vast expanse of the steppe, where strength and virility are revered, someone yet to prove his mettle in battle or passion is still seen as a boy, unworthy of a princess destined to birth the next generation of warriors. With the cloak of the night surrounding you and the buzz of alcohol thickening the air, you lean in, expertly weaving a tapestry of flattery as Daho taught you. "The Baatar Khan is a wise man. Entrusting his daughter to a seasoned warrior rather than some inexperienced youth. He knows the difference in value." Uncle Turag's eyes, clouded by the drink, gleam with a hint of pride. "Our people need an experienced Khan. Not a green lad who stumbles and falls at his first test. Had you failed on your first raid, I... but ah, that moment has passed." You keep your gaze steady, the mask of calm firmly in place. "It's unfortunate, really. An alliance would have helped both hordes. What did the Baatar Khan say in his letter?" The anticipation builds within, every beat of your heart echoing louder in your ears. Uncle Turag, ensnared by the intoxication and your probing, lets out a hazy laugh. "He was livid! Raging about lost soldiers, stolen silk..." His voice trails, words muddled, but the revelation hangs in the air. Your uncle and the Baatar passed secret letters behind your father's back.

>>Direct Confrontation: Confront your uncle head-on about his covert dealings with the Baatar.
>>Gather Evidence: Before confronting him further, you decide to discreetly search his tent for the letter or any other incriminating evidence that can prove his betrayal.
>>Blackmail Approach: "It would be a shame if father or the horde found out about your secret dealings, Uncle. Maybe we can find a way for this to remain between us?"
>>Hunting Accident: Arrange a 'mishap' during a hunt – a stray arrow, a sudden beast attack, or a horse 'accidentally' startled, ensuring your uncle is permanently out of the picture.

>>5775024
>Gather Evidence: Before confronting him further, you decide to discreetly search his tent for the letter or any other incriminating evidence that can prove his betrayal.

>>5775024
>>Gather Evidence: Before confronting him further, you decide to discreetly search his tent for the letter or any other incriminating evidence that can prove his betrayal.

This needs to be airtight.

>>5775024
>Gather Evidence: Before confronting him further, you decide to discreetly search his tent for the letter or any other incriminating evidence that can prove his betrayal.
Get something ironclad though take care to no be followed.

>>5775024
>Gather Evidence: Before confronting him further, you decide to discreetly search his tent for the letter or any other incriminating evidence that can prove his betrayal.

>>5775024

>>Gather Evidence: Before confronting him further, you decide to discreetly search his tent for the letter or any other incriminating evidence that can prove his betrayal.

We still need a smoking gun here

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three d100+5, dc - 70

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Here you go boss

>>5775589
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A drunken confession isn't enough to condemn your uncle. Before confronting him further, you decide to discreetly search his tent for the letter or any other incriminating evidence that can prove his betrayal. As the night deepens, a shroud of intrigue blankets the camp. After ensuring Uncle Turag is soundly passed out from the drink, you slip into the canvas shadows of his tent. The soft glow of a single lantern casts dancing patterns, revealing the treasures and trinkets of a warrior's life. Amid the scattered parchments and maps, one folded piece catches your eye. Its position, just barely peeking from beneath a leather bag, suggests urgency and concealment. With a measured pace, you retrieve the letter, eyes quickly scanning its content. Your heartbeat quickens as you realize the weight of what you're reading. It's like deciphering a coded map that leads straight to betrayal. The words, etched in your uncle's unmistakable script, convey his apologies to the Bataar Khan for your unforeseen success at the raid. But it's the name of the spy, brazenly mentioned, that truly stuns you. For a heartbeat, anger floods your senses, making the world around you blur. How deep does this treachery run? How many more are involved? You quickly stow the letter securely in your garb, ensuring it remains hidden from prying eyes. Stepping out, you stand under the starlit expanse, thoughts racing. Your uncle's betrayal is now tangible, inked on parchment, but the revelation of the spy is a curveball. The name is familiar—a trusted member of the horde, one of your father's trusted men, someone who's laughed and fought by your side. "Clever, Uncle," you murmur to the night, the weight of responsibility pressing down. "But not clever enough." With a newfound determination, you decide your next course of action.

>>Khan's Judgement: Seeking out your father, Dagur Khan, with the letter seems like the most honorable course. As the leader, he deserves to know of his brother's betrayal. But he might be torn between the duty of a Khan and the love for a brother.
>>Mother's Wrath: Your mother, Gura, has always been the pragmatist, the unsentimental force behind the throne. Sharing the letter with her ensures swift action, as she would deal with your uncle's treachery without flinching, though her cold and calculated decisions could also lead to further unrest in the horde.
>>Hunting Accident: Tasking Jhaqo, your brutish half-brother, might be a way to deal with your uncle discreetly. An unfortunate accident during a hunt could provide the perfect cover. But Jhaqo's brute force, while effective, lacks subtlety, and this could be traced back to you, staining your honor.
>>Personal Action: Confronting your uncle yourself, taking matters into your own hands, presents the most personal route. If done right, you could ensure Turag's treachery ends without involving anyone else. However, if you fail, the fallout could be significant.

>>5775797
>Khan's Judgement: Seeking out your father, Dagur Khan, with the letter seems like the most honorable course. As the leader, he deserves to know of his brother's betrayal. But he might be torn between the duty of a Khan and the love for a brother.

>>5775797
>Khan's Judgement: Seeking out your father, Dagur Khan, with the letter seems like the most honorable course. As the leader, he deserves to know of his brother's betrayal. But he might be torn between the duty of a Khan and the love for a brother.

>>5775797
>>Khan's Judgement: Seeking out your father, Dagur Khan, with the letter seems like the most honorable course. As the leader, he deserves to know of his brother's betrayal. But he might be torn between the duty of a Khan and the love for a brother.

>>5775797
>Khan's Judgement: Seeking out your father, Dagur Khan, with the letter seems like the most honorable course. As the leader, he deserves to know of his brother's betrayal. But he might be torn between the duty of a Khan and the love for a brother.

>>5775797
>>>Khan's Judgement: Seeking out your father, Dagur Khan, with the letter seems like the most honorable course. As the leader, he deserves to know of his brother's betrayal. But he might be torn between the duty of a Khan and the love for a brother.

This has to be done completely on the up and up.. The Khan is the final say, it is his call.

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Seeking out your father, Dagur Khan, with the letter seems like the most honorable course. As the leader, he deserves to know of his brother's betrayal. You rush through the maze of tents, your feet pounding the earth, the damning letter clutched tightly in your hand. Your heart races as you locate your father, finding him in the company of one of his younger concubines, their intimate moment interrupted by your urgency. "Father, you must see this," you state, holding the letter out to him. The gravity in your voice leaves no room for hesitation. The lines on your father's face deepen as he scans the treacherous words, a storm brewing in his once-calm eyes. "This... this cannot be," he whispers, the disbelief evident in his voice. Yet the truth is undeniable, and both of you recognize the weight of the revelation. Without wasting another moment, he summons the guards, issuing a rapid-fire set of commands to detain your uncle, the spy passing the letters between him and the Bataar, and the other conspirators. By dawn, the traitorous spy, under the pressure of torture, spills every detail. By morning, the council tent, filled with the horde's revered elders and influential members, buzzes with anxious murmurs. As the sun breaks, your father rises, his voice echoing with a combination of pain and authority. "These spies sought to betray our great horde to the Bataar. Their punishment is clear: death." A murmur ripples through the crowd, the weight of his decision weighing heavy. A hushed silence falls, broken only by the fiery voice of your mother, Gura. "But what of your brother? His treachery could've led to the death of our son!" Her eyes blaze, focused squarely on Turag. Your father's gaze flits downward, his voice soft, filled with sorrow. "Turag has betrayed not just the horde but his own blood. He shall be exiled, banished from our horde forever." Your mother's face contorts with anger, her voice cutting through the air. "Exile? It's a lenient sentence for one who'd have seen your heir's blood spilled! Turag should meet the same end as the others." The tent brims with tension, every eye locked onto your father. But, in an unexpected move, he turns to you, weighing the future of the horde against the ties of blood. "Tarkhan, one day the weight of leadership will be yours. If you stood in my place now, what would your judgment be?"

>Death: "Betrayal of the tribe, betrayal of the family, cannot go unpunished. His actions endangered us all. Death would serve as a lesson for anyone who dares to tread this path in the future."
>Exile: "Though his treachery is undeniable, he is still your brother, Father, and my uncle. We could exile him, ensuring he never steps foot within our lands. Alone, without the support of his tribe, he'll suffer the weight of his actions."

>>5777233
His reward for his service thus far is life.
>Exile: "Though his treachery is undeniable, he is still your brother, Father, and my uncle. We could exile him, ensuring he never steps foot within our lands. Alone, without the support of his tribe, he'll suffer the weight of his actions."

>>5777233
>Death

>>5777233


>Exile: "Though his treachery is undeniable, he is still your brother, Father, and my uncle. We could exile him, ensuring he never steps foot within our lands. Alone, without the support of his tribe, he'll suffer the weight of his actions."

Even if he has betrayed us, family does not kill family. It simply should not be done.

>>5777233
>Death: "Betrayal of the tribe, betrayal of the family, cannot go unpunished. His actions endangered us all. Death would serve as a lesson for anyone who dares to tread this path in the future."
Either this, imprisonment or some form of maiming like blinding. Do NOT let such insidious claimants gallivant on their own, it's just asking for them to go seek support to press their claim.

>>5777233
>Exile: "Though his treachery is undeniable, he is still your brother, Father, and my uncle. We could exile him, ensuring he never steps foot within our lands. Alone, without the support of his tribe, he'll suffer the weight of his actions."

Kinslaying is likely viewed poorly. But exile is just as much of a death sentence.

>>5777242
>support

we can't deny the good he has done in the past for the horde

>>5777233
>Exile: "Though his treachery is undeniable, he is still your brother, Father, and my uncle. We could exile him, ensuring he never steps foot within our lands. Alone, without the support of his tribe, he'll suffer the weight of his actions."

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The tent, bathed in the muted hues of dawn, feels suddenly smaller, the weight of the decision bearing down on your shoulders. Each gaze upon you seems magnified, from the battle-hardened warriors to the elders whose wisdom has shaped the horde for decades. Your mother’s fiery eyes seek vengeance, while your father’s hold the pain of betrayal and the weight of leadership. “You ask what I’d do, Father,” you begin, choosing each word with precision. The air is thick, punctuated only by the sounds of distant horses and the soft murmurings of those gathered. “We are a people bound by honor, by loyalty. Betrayal, especially from our own blood, is a poison that can rot our very foundation.” A few murmurs of agreement rise, and your mother nods, her gaze never leaving yours. “However, though his treachery is undeniable, he is still your brother and my uncle. We could exile him, Father, ensuring he never steps foot within our lands. Alone, without the support of his tribe, he'll suffer the weight of his actions. And for some, exile can be a fate worse than death. Alone in the vastness of the steppe, without the warmth of his tribe, a man becomes a ghost,” you continue. “But then again, such a fate might seem too merciful for a betrayal this deep.” You pause, letting the weight of your words settle in the tent, then look directly into your father’s eyes. “I believe that Turag should be exiled. But with this, a mark, a scar, branding him for what he did. So, wherever he goes, every tribe will know of his betrayal and treat him as the outcast he is.” Your father nods slowly, pondering your words. The tent is silent for a moment that feels like eternity. Finally, Dagur Khan speaks, his voice firm, “Turag will be exiled, branded as a traitor. The steppe is vast, but our honor is vaster. He will find no refuge.” Your mother, although yearning for a harsher punishment, recognizes the weight of the decision. With a deep breath, the matter is settled. Your uncle’s fate, forever altered by his treacherous actions and your decision. The horde, with its ancient code of honor and loyalty, looks ahead to a future, with you poised as its future Khan.

>>Annexation of a Weaker Tribe: Recognizing the potential in unifying tribes, you set your sights on the Erkin Tribe, primarily known as skilled herders and adept traders.
>>Raiding a Larger Tribe: With the shadow of betrayal looming, you aim to rally the spirits and choose the formidable Uzlii tribe as your next raid target.
>>Meeting the Family: You decide it's time to connect more deeply with your family. Your father's many concubines and your half-siblings. From your scholarly half-sister to the warrior-like half-brother.
>>Establishing Lineage: Starting your own collection of consorts not only signifies your transition to manhood and virility but also plants the seeds for the next generation of the tribe's lineage.

>>5778217
>Annexation of a Weaker Tribe: Recognizing the potential in unifying tribes, you set your sights on the Erkin Tribe, primarily known as skilled herders and adept traders.

>>5778217
>Meeting the Family: You decide it's time to connect more deeply with your family. Your father's many concubines and your half-siblings. From your scholarly half-sister to the warrior-like half-brother.

>>5778217
>Meeting the Family: You decide it's time to connect more deeply with your family. Your father's many concubines and your half-siblings. From your scholarly half-sister to the warrior-like half-brother.
Establishing healthy, constructive relations with our family might be a priority right now. It would decrease the chances of another betrayal by a family member in the future, and perhaps ameliorate problems with inheritance and distribution of power that come with nobility going forward.

>>5778217
>Meeting the Family: You decide it's time to connect more deeply with your family. Your father's many concubines and your half-siblings. From your scholarly half-sister to the warrior-like half-brother

A house divided cannot stand. Let us make sure it is not.

>>5778217
>Meeting the Family: You decide it's time to connect more deeply with your family. Your father's many concubines and your half-siblings. From your scholarly half-sister to the warrior-like half-brother.

Circle the yurts

>>5778217

>>Meeting the Family: You decide it's time to connect more deeply with your family. Your father's many concubines and your half-siblings. From your scholarly half-sister to the warrior-like half-brother.

We have to consolidate the family behind Dad so that when we start annexing smaller tribes, we have a unified house

>>5778217
>>Meeting the Family: You decide it's time to connect more deeply with your family. Your father's many concubines and your half-siblings. From your scholarly half-sister to the warrior-like half-brother.

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In the midst of political and tribal affairs, you decide it's time to connect more deeply with your family. Your father's many concubines and your half-siblings offer a diverse tapestry of skills and ambitions. From your scholarly half-sister to the warrior-like half-brother, establishing healthy, constructive relations with your family might be a priority right now. It would decrease the chances of another betrayal by a family member in the future, and perhaps ameliorate problems with inheritance and distribution of power that come with nobility going forward. "A house divided cannot stand," You have to consolidate the family behind your father so that when you start annexing smaller tribes, you have a unified house. Circling the yurts, your memories surface, ones where your mother, Gura, consistently reminded you of your elite status — the Khan's heir, born to the primary wife. "Never forget, you're the true heir, not just another bastard born from a slave," Your mother, a highborn woman of pride, the only consort your father saw as his equal, always taught you to remain distant from your lower ranked half siblings. Yet, the betrayal of Turag, your own uncle, your father's full brother, pierces your thoughts, warning of possible treacheries even within bloodlines. The need to secure the allegiance of your half-siblings becomes pressing. Your mother Gura stood unrivalled as the Khan's primary wife, but six other women were also called to share the tent with your father on different nights, each bringing their own tales and ambitions. Each consort maintains her own yurt. Riri's story began with war. Once a highborn young girl from a rival horde, she now found herself as Dagur Khan's prized concubine. Her cunning ways birthed a daughter, Inara, whose love for books mirrored her mother's wily intellect. Then you think of Qizhu, with her rich, dark skin, full breasts, a testament to her exotic origins. Her lover had once met the cold steel of your father's blade. Now, her son, Jhaqo, tall and muscular, bearing her distinctive dark complexion, swung a blade of his own, proving his mettle with every duel. Daho's story was one of dance and seduction. A dancer bought for sexual pleasure, she managed to become your father's favorite and bear two of his children, slipping through your mother's strict rule that your father may only impregnate a lower ranked consort once. Ievan, the beautiful golden-haired twin, your younger half brother, loved toys more than the art of war or wisdom of scrolls. His twin sister, Cirla, on the other hand, already used her golden beauty, feigned innocence, and status as the Khan's daughter to bend the wills of young boys. Cirla's heart always yearned for the finest silk and dazzling jewels that the young lads could bring her. Still in the cusp of womanhood, she may even surpass her mother in the art of manipulation once she blossoms into a woman.

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Sindi captures your attention next. A gentle and submissive woman with earthy mud-brown skin and hands skilled in the art of healing. Initially purchased to be a healer, she was elevated to the Khan's bedchamber after nursing your father back to health from a deadly fever. Beside the golden allure of Daho, Sindi's beauty is understated, but it carries a quiet grace. Her son, Taro, has inherited her gentleness and soft wisdom. Yet, he lacks the fiery spirit of a warrior, his softer disposition and rounder physique contrasting what the tribe expects of a Khan. Leadership in the horde demands the sharpness of steel, not the softness of mud. Next, Kysha, with her brownish red hair, embodies ambition and a fiery spirit, contrasting deeply with Sindi. Hailing from a tribe where women and men alike grasp weapons, Kysha's dexterity with the bow and quick reflexes are remarkable. A mere handful of years separate you both, yet she willingly chose the embrace of the seasoned Khan over someone younger, seeking the security and status your father offers and to elevate her status in the horde. Her belly, currently heavy with your potential half-sibling, stirs intrigue. Will this child be an ally or a rival? Then there's Hata, the youngest among your father's consorts, almost your peer in age. She was presented as a gift by her merchant father, hoping to curry favor with the Khan. Youthful and lithe, her cropped raven-black hair and boyish demeanor make her unique among your father's consorts. Unlike the other women, Hata thrives in the open expanse, her spirit as wild as the horses she rides across the sea of golden grass. Her heart values freedom over her status in the horde and, to date, she remains without child, as your father's taste leans toward the fuller, womanly charms of consorts like Daho or Qizhu instead. Hata is called to share the Khan's tent once or twice a month at most, more a falcon occasionally caged than a docile dove. You're surrounded by a myriad of stories. With each yurt housing its own tale and potential, the decision of which to enter first hangs over you.

>>Riri: You visit Riri, seeking her wisdom on neighboring tribes, bearing a book as a gift for Inara, your scholarly half-sister.
>>Qizhu: You visit Qizhu, seeking to mend any resentment. As a gesture of goodwill, you offer a finely crafted sword for Jhaqo, your warrior half-brother.
>>Daho: With vivid memories of a night shared with Daho, you pay her a visit, the unspoken vow to guard her son echoing in your mind. Gifts of toys and fine silks are in tow for the young Ievan and Cirla.
>>Sindi: You visit Sindi for her medicinal expertise. To sweeten the meeting, you take a collection of exotic spices for her son, Taro.
>>Kysha: You visit Kysha and subtly convey that alliance with you would elevate her status, carrying a gift of bow for her unborn child.
>>Hata: You visit Hata and join her on a ride across the sea of golden grass, longing to capture the essence of her untamed spirit.

>>5781892
>>Qizhu: You visit Qizhu, seeking to mend any resentment. As a gesture of goodwill, you offer a finely crafted sword for Jhaqo, your warrior half-brother.

>>5781892
>>Hata: You visit Hata and join her on a ride across the sea of golden grass, longing to capture the essence of her untamed spirit.

She’s of most interest to me, simple as.

>>5781892
>Qizhu: You visit Qizhu, seeking to mend any resentment. As a gesture of goodwill, you offer a finely crafted sword for Jhaqo, your warrior half-brother.

>>5781892

>Kysha: You visit Kysha and subtly convey that alliance with you would elevate her status, carrying a gift of bow for her unborn child.

This is the one with the most ambition - we can turn our future half-brother into the heir ascendant of our current tribe once we start assimilating others. Obviously we become the High Khan in this scenario

>>5781892
>>Qizhu: You visit Qizhu, seeking to mend any resentment. As a gesture of goodwill, you offer a finely crafted sword for Jhaqo, your warrior half-brother.
It might be a good idea to check in on Jhaqo. We ended our last conversation with him on solid terms and he would be a strong ally.

>>5781892
>>Qizhu: You visit Qizhu, seeking to mend any resentment. As a gesture of goodwill, you offer a finely crafted sword for Jhaqo, your warrior half-brother.

>>5781892
>Qizhu: You visit Qizhu, seeking to mend any resentment. As a gesture of goodwill, you offer a finely crafted sword for Jhaqo, your warrior half-brother.

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Approaching Qizhu's yurt, the rich aroma of incense wafts out, heralding your entrance. Qizhu stands tall with full breasts and hips, her dark complexion a testament to her distant origins. "What brings you to my yurt, Tarkhan?" she inquires, her voice tinged with guarded curiosity. Drawing a deep breath, you meet her gaze, your voice firm yet gentle, "Soon, I'll take my father's mantle. The horde will look to me. I want unity, Qizhu, not lingering resentments." Her eyes narrow, the weight of history between you both palpable. "Why would you think I bear any grudge toward you?" The truth, unsweetened, slips from your lips, "You were brought to this tribe after my father slew your beloved, Arakho, and claimed you. That's not an easy past to forget." A fleeting grimace shadows her features, "Your father took me while Arakho's blood and brains still stained his hands." Gently, you counter, "Arakho struck first, attacking our tribe. My father acted according to the laws of the steppes — the victor claims his enemy’s treasures, and my father, in his own way, saw you as the most precious among them." A momentary silence ensues as she processes your words, finally admitting, "Your father's bed is a place of duty, not love. But know this, I've accepted my fate as his consort, though I can never bring myself to love him as a man." You step closer, bridging the physical and emotional gap. "I'm not my father. Let's not allow past resentments to cloud our future. I have a gift for your son." Extending a peace offering, you reveal a gleaming sword, its blade shimmering in the dim light, the hilt adorned with exquisite designs — a weapon befitting your half-brother's prowess. As Qizhu takes the sword, her fingertips dance over the intricate patterns. "Jhaqo will cherish this, standing alongside you in battles to come," she concedes, softness seeping into her voice. "In time, perhaps I'll learn to value the man you're becoming." Exiting her yurt, the question of your next visit looms large in your thoughts.

>>Riri: You visit Riri, seeking her wisdom on neighboring tribes, bearing a book as a gift for Inara, your scholarly half-sister.
>>Daho: With vivid memories of a night shared with Daho, you pay her a visit, the unspoken vow to guard her son echoing in your mind. Gifts of toys and fine silks are in tow for the young Ievan and Cirla.
>>Sindi: You visit Sindi for her medicinal expertise. To sweeten the meeting, you take a collection of exotic spices for her son, Taro.
>>Kysha: You visit Kysha and subtly convey that alliance with you would elevate her status, carrying a gift of bow for her unborn child.
>>Hata: You visit Hata and join her on a ride across the sea of golden grass, longing to capture the essence of her untamed spirit.
>>All: Opting for diplomacy, you make brief stops at each yurt, ensuring no feathers are ruffled but also without forming personal connection with anyone.

>>5785038
>>All: Opting for diplomacy, you make brief stops at each yurt, ensuring no feathers are ruffled but also without forming personal connection with anyone.

>>5785038

>Kysha: You visit Kysha and subtly convey that alliance with you would elevate her status, carrying a gift of bow for her unborn child.

>>5785038

>>Kysha: You visit Kysha and subtly convey that alliance with you would elevate her status, carrying a gift of bow for her unborn child.

I still think Kysha is the most ambitious and therefore most dangerous to us if we ignore her

>>5785038
>>All: Opting for diplomacy, you make brief stops at each yurt, ensuring no feathers are ruffled but also without forming personal connection with anyone.

I want to deal with kysha later

>>5785038
>>Kysha: You visit Kysha and subtly convey that alliance with you would elevate her status, carrying a gift of bow for her unborn child.

>>5785038
>Riri: You visit Riri, seeking her wisdom on neighboring tribes, bearing a book as a gift for Inara, your scholarly half-sister.

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You approach the pregnant Kysha's yurt next. Kysha, her reddish-brown locks cascading down her shoulders, lounges with elegance and poise. A servant kneels at her feet, massaging the swollen feet of the expecting mother. "To what do I owe this pleasure, Tarkhan?" Kysha inquires, her voice dripping with challenge and intrigue. You recognize the dangerous glint of ambition in her eyes, realizing her aspirations aren't just for her, but for the life she carries within — your father's child, your half-sibling. With calm confidence, you state, "As the future Khan, I wish to discuss tomorrow with you — the tomorrow that sees your child and mine grow under the same banner." Her eyes sharpen, assessing your every move. "Out!" At her clipped command, the servant girl retreats, leaving the two of you alone in the yurt. "You carry my father's child within you — my half-brother or half-sister," you say, unveiling an ornately crafted bow. "A gift for the child that will soon enter our world, a sign of the respect and place I intend for them to have." Her fingers trace the exquisite craftsmanship of the bow, but her focus remains on you, unwavering. "A fine gesture for a child yet unborn," she says, "but what of the mother who bears him? What lies in store for me in this grand tomorrow you weave for us, Tarkhan?" Her gaze, piercing and direct, challenges you to match her ambitions with a promise, awaiting your next move.

>>Marital Alliance: A new Khan may take one of his father's younger consorts as a wife, binding the old and the new. Such an alliance can ensure continuity and stability, and your next child may even be the heir of the horde.
>>Revered Mother: Your child, bearing the blood of my father, will be groomed as a leader. As his mother, you'll hold a revered status — the mother of a warrior who will ride side by side with the Khan.
>>Wealth and Prestige: With me as Khan, you'll never want for luxury. You can have servants attending to your every whim, a yurt adorned with the finest textiles from distant lands, and treasures that reflect your stature.
>>Seat of Power: Your origins are rooted in warriors, and that fiery spirit burns in you. I'll have you beside me, not just as a consort but as a member of my war council. Your insights and strategic mind will be invaluable.

>>5787647
>Revered Mother: Your child, bearing the blood of my father, will be groomed as a leader. As his mother, you'll hold a revered status — the mother of a warrior who will ride side by side with the Khan.
Don't want Papa Khan's sloppy seconds

>>5787672

Supporting - maybe imply that we are hoping to conquer other tribes and if she bears a son, he might become Khan of the conquered tribe

>>5787647
>>Seat of Power: Your origins are rooted in warriors, and that fiery spirit burns in you. I'll have you beside me, not just as a consort but as a member of my war council. Your insights and strategic mind will be invaluable.

>>Seat of Power: Your origins are rooted in warriors, and that fiery spirit burns in you. I'll have you beside me, not just as a consort but as a member of my war council. Your insights and strategic mind will be invaluable.

She would want this, Coming from a place wth both male and female warriors.

>>5787647
>Seat of Power: Your origins are rooted in warriors, and that fiery spirit burns in you. I'll have you beside me, not just as a consort but as a member of my war council. Your insights and strategic mind will be invaluable.

>>5785038
>>Seat of Power: Your origins are rooted in warriors, and that fiery spirit burns in you. I'll have you beside me, not just as a consort but as a member of my war council. Your insights and strategic mind will be invaluable.

>>5787647
>Seat of Power: Your origins are rooted in warriors, and that fiery spirit burns in you. I'll have you beside me, not just as a consort but as a member of my war council. Your insights and strategic mind will be invaluable.
You still banned QM?

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>You still banned QM?
I don't think so

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With intensity in your eyes, you turn to Kysha, declaring, "Kysha, your origins are rooted in warriors, and that fiery spirit burns in you. I'll have you beside me, not just as a consort but as a member of my war council. Your insights and strategic mind will be invaluable." An offer unprecedented, a move that no Khan has made before. Kysha, caught off guard, pierces you with her intense gaze. The women of the steppes, though formidable, rarely wield direct power. They thrive in the shadows of men, be it a husband or son. And here you are, offering her power of her own. "And your gain from this?" Kysha challenges, her eyes sharp, analytical. Drawing a breath, you reply, "Simply put, your ambition, your capability – they're lethal in an adversary but invaluable in an ally. As Khan, I want you as an arrow in my quiver, not a thorn in my side." Her nod signals a tacit agreement. Her intelligence recognizes the weight of your proposal, "Very well, Tarkhan, you have my allegiance." Exiting her yurt, a weight lifts. One less adversary, one more ally. But the night is young, and your mission isn't complete. You weave your way through the encampment and make brief stops at each of your father's consort's yurt, ensuring no feathers are ruffled but also without forming a personal connection with anyone. With the cunning Riri, you trade stories of other tribes, gifting her scholarly daughter, Inara, a precious book. To Daho, your fingers brush a bag of silks and toys for her children, a silent reminder of the passionate night you shared. With Sindi, you exchange knowledge, offering spices as tribute to her and her son, Taro. And Hata, the wild enigma, merely receives your acknowledgment. As night blankets the horde, you retreat to your yurt, the day's events playing on your mind, as strategies for the future unfurl.

>>Annexation of a Weaker Tribe: Recognizing the potential in unifying tribes, you set your sights on the Erkin Tribe, primarily known as skilled herders and adept traders.
>>Raiding a Larger Tribe: With the shadow of betrayal behind you, you aim to rally the spirits and choose the formidable Uzlii tribe as your next raid target.
>>Establishing Lineage: Starting your own collection of consorts not only signifies your transition to manhood and virility but also plants the seeds for the next generation of the tribe's lineage.
>>Trade Routes: Establish trade routes with distant tribes and settlements. This could bring prosperity and introduce new commodities to your tribe, solidifying your leadership and vision for the horde.

>>5788766
>>Annexation of a Weaker Tribe: Recognizing the potential in unifying tribes, you set your sights on the Erkin Tribe, primarily known as skilled herders and adept traders.

>>5788766

>Annexation of a Weaker Tribe: Recognizing the potential in unifying tribes, you set your sights on the Erkin Tribe, primarily known as skilled herders and adept traders.

Time to begin the real work

>>5788766
>Annexation of a Weaker Tribe: Recognizing the potential in unifying tribes, you set your sights on the Erkin Tribe, primarily known as skilled herders and adept traders.

With their expertise, we can form stronger, longer lasting trade routes than we would ourselves

>>5788766
>Annexation of a Weaker Tribe: Recognizing the potential in unifying tribes, you set your sights on the Erkin Tribe, primarily known as skilled herders and adept traders.
Skills like theirs will be invaluable for managing logistics and economic relations with other peoples, and annexation will also show the strength of our tribe.

>>5788766
>Annexation of a Weaker Tribe: Recognizing the potential in unifying tribes, you set your sights on the Erkin Tribe, primarily known as skilled herders and adept traders.

>>5788766
>>Annexation of a Weaker Tribe: Recognizing the potential in unifying tribes, you set your sights on the Erkin Tribe, primarily known as skilled herders and adept traders.