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The Peasant has become a Knight! Lucian the Durand, Heir of Ruin, had not only proven himself worthy of nobility during the Kidnapping of Sir Osmond but was a participant of killing the Black Orc Warboss who fought against the Allied forces in Bastonne’s valleys.

Now trained in both war and civility, the Knight Errant embarks upon his journey.

++The Rules++
>Vote with Greentext, otherwise they probably won’t be accepted.
>Write-ins can be accepted, and might even be used in the final without majority rule.
>If you are going to change your vote, make it so your post only links to the numbers of the previous vote. It's cleaner that way.
>If you mix votes together without modifying them in any way, I reserve the right to employ your top most pick as your vote. Claiming it as a write-in won’t work either unless you modify it to convince me otherwise.
>The aim for rolls is low.

Archive:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Bretonnia

For the update schedule expect to be semi-daily with the chance I disappear for a week. If something comes up for myself I am placing that before this quest, so that should be kept in mind.


Dramatis Personae

>Morr’s Company
Lucian the Durand Knight Errant
Adok Fireskin Runesmith

>Duchy of Bordeleaux
Duke Moriset; Knight of the Realm Duke of Bordeleaux and Regent of Aquitaine
Ducal Prince Gillot; Knight Errant Heir to Bordeleaux
Luquin; Knight of the Realm Court Herald
Robinet; Knight of the Realm Warden
Emelina of Carlton Niece to Duke Moriset

>Duchy of Aquitaine
Albera the Golden; Damsel of the Lady; Priestess of the First Chapel
Sir Galandril Grail Knight Warden of the First Chapel and Twin Slayer
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To Lucian the Barrow,

It has been one year since you have isolated yourself at the highest heights of Count Remon’s towers. Hiding yourself from my steel and brotherhood who have sworn an oath of vengeance for your transgressions.

I have heard your suggestions that I, Heir to Bordeleaux and Aquitaine, should divide the credit with you that I am properly owed. I stand by my tale, for your strike only came after my lance lifted the orc off its feet and drove its soul to whatever damned gods that it worships.

Your treaty I do admit gave me quite a laugh. For such a fact I have sent with the courier a bottle of wine that was made by this new estate.

In addition to that I give you an ultimatum. Face me in the courtyard of my manor or be chased across both Bretonnia and the Empire. I shall know when you leave and to where you shall be going, so do not think myself and my comrades will not track your trail.

- Prince Gillot of Bordeleaux


Lucian looked at the most recent letter that was sent to him by his rival, Prince Gillot of Bordeleaux. The text, no less immaculate as the first text that he received from the warrior-prince, clearly showed that the Prince still held the grudge like a Dwarf.

The last letter Lucian had sent was an olive branch. An attempt to bring reconciliation between the two of them before Lucian embarked upon his journey across both Bretonnia and likely the Empire.

At his side were three books, each a single one of its kind within the library of Remon. The Count was never much of a reader and only had such a collection because of his late grandfather. Lucian understood that the complete collection was split among heirs, and then split again. Thus these three books the Errant Knight had were the only ones that spoke in some knowledge of either Vampires or Nagash.

Nagash, first Necromancer and the creator of the Vampire plague that sat at the corners of the earth. From the books it spoke of a man who lived in the southern regions, in a place known as Araby where the dead walked among the sand dunes of their once glorious empire.

An empire that Nagash had extinguished underneath his lich-tainted hands.
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Lucian moved the books over and dabbed his quill in the ink. His hand however did not touch the parchment that the coming letter would be made from. Instead the Knight reached over and examined one of the bottles.

The color was a red, though far lighter than the grape red that many around Bretonnia would have been used to. However such a shade was perfect when looking at a Raspberry Wine. There was nothing else it could have been in the eyes of Lucian as he picked up the drink and poured himself a small glass.

Drinking alone was something that Lucian did not do commonly. For the last several months he had either drinked with Remon or Adok, on the occasion he did so with Emelina. The first two were hard at work, Remon to his realm and Adok putting the runes upon the new set of armor that he was making for Lucian.

Emelina was not here because she was just betrothed to another man and was spending time with him. It stung a little, Lucian thought honestly, but realized that their relationship was an attempt by Remon’s brother to marry off his only daughter to someone he knew would respect her. Lucian had failed to fall for her, yet the two had sparked a friendship that the Peasant Knight would not have dreamed of two years ago.

At his side was a letter to her. Lucian understood that it was not wise to be sending letters to a woman who was to be wedded to another, yet none could stop him. In addition to that Lucian’s writings were such that her Husband would understand their relationship quickly upon investigation.

Right now the practice was one that helped him write better, smoother, and with true artistry that he lacked from two decades of ignorance. Once he leaves it will have another purpose, to tell those from beyond what adventures he was going to have.

Looking back upon the letter that Lucian had received from the Prince, it was something he considered even for him. Lucian wondered after this previous year’s worth of writing if the Prince really had the same fire within his stomach as before to kill Lucian or that he truly was complacent.

Sipping the wine, he could not really say. Mocked on one hand and rewarded on the other. Truly the boy had within his veins the becoming of a great and righteous duke if he stopped this petulance. As one of the books put it, Lucian read, the boy was clouded by trying to do great things instead of recognizing the great many things he could do in the now.

>Agree to this duel
>Ride off without notice
>Let him know where Lucian is going, like demented travel companions.
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>>5779156
>Let him know where Lucian is going, like demented travel companions.
I have to pick this one, it's too funny
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>>5779156
>Let him know where Lucian is going, like demented travel companions.
This is not a good idea but I want to see the Gillot redemption arc through Lucian's journey.
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>>5779156
>Let him know where Lucian is going, like demented travel companions
Where in the world is lucian of verac?
I imagine gillot arriving just in time to see lucian cross a river after slaying a necromancer
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>>5779156
>>Let him know where Lucian is going, like demented travel companions.
is the wine good?
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>>5779156
>Let him know where Lucian is going, like demented travel companions
I'll be honest, my first thought was going out to duel him and just letting him whack us until he gets tuckered out, that is unless she can't control the emotions boiling out from within and kisses us after revealing that "Gillot" is really Gillian
THATS RIGHT, THE ROGUE SHITPOSTER IS BACK
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>>5779306
I guarantee you, if Machine does not in fact make that canon to the quest. I will be severely disappointed in his shitposting, verily I say.
>Let him know where Lucian is going, like demented travel companions.
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>>5779156
>>Let him know where Lucian is going, like demented travel companions.
This is so funny. Write the destination in dwarvish runes.
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>>5779442
100% write a post script in Dwarvish but make it a bill for renting out the space our home took up or the time he's wasted by challenging our honour. Really something that would make whatever Dwarf he's hired to translate not like him
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>>5779156
>Tell him where we are going.
>Write something stupid in dwarvish like
"I hope you didnt spend too much time translating this"
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>>5779156
>Let him know where Lucian is going, like demented travel companions.
Honestly? I can't not choose this, purely for the brazen implication of "whatever dawg".
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>>5779480
>>5779156 #
>Let him know where Lucian is going, like demented travel companions

Gil gonna have a best friend. Whether he likes it or not.
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>>5779156
>>Let him know where Lucian is going, like demented travel companions.

Would it be anyone else, that would cost us honor coins.
But we don't accept duel request from peasants, right?
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https://pastebin.com/Q2QQ4CQE
Unofficial pastebin
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>>5779442
>supporting the dwarven rune idea
>>5779156
>Let him know where Lucian is going, like demented travel companions.
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>>5779442
>supporting the dwarven rune idea
>>5779156
>Let him know where Lucian is going, like demented travel companions.
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https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2023/5742568/

Got this all done.
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>>5779156
>>Agree to this duel
It s time
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Lucian grew a smile as he placed the paper back onto the table. He would not be writing his response yet for he needed to know some more information about where he was going to go. After all, he was going to be traveling towards lands unknown without a point to travel towards. Really the Peasant Knight needed time for himself to figure out in which direction he was going to go.

Rising from his chair Lucian made his way through the castle. All about the walls were murals and pieces of artwork that covered the lime-coated walls. They were of varying levels of neatness and perfection with the better kinds being closer to the courthouse. Other walls were still bare, lacking both the painting and the lime white that made them able.

It was pleasing to the eyes let the walls be covered in art or simple stone masonry.

Walking out to the front Lucian watched as a courier ran past him. The Peasant looking as if he was being chased by Banshees. Morrslieb though did not hang in the sky as Lucian studied the rally grounds between the castle and the walls which made it so formidable.

Lucian walked a path that he walked weekly. Many times he had to travel it for both measurements and to inspect the work that had been done. Never before had the Knight been disatisfied with the work of Adok and he knew today was the final dedication.

The smell of coal came into Lucian’s nose as he caught sight of the forge. He could hear the fires roaring as the contraption that Adok had installed into the forge made the fires become as hot as the sun in the sky.

The forge was an open place, the walls being torn down so that Adok could better improve the forge by his own hands. The rhythmic hitting of the hammer caused the very winds themselves to shutter. Sparks that Lucian would swear to have been magic flew as the Dwarf turned to face his companion.

“You finished reading the letter? We gotta go teach him a lesson?” The Dwarf asked as he gave a devious smile.

“I’ve decided that we will head out immediately.” Lucian answered with a cheer, “And I will be sending him some letters in case he wishes to follow. No reason we cannot accept the help.”

“Ha, so we might as well get it cleared along the way.” The Dwarf laughed with his own cheer, “Well be sure to smack him in the head when he finally makes it.”
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The two gave hearty laughs as the Dwarf gave a nod to the side, “Well there’s your armor, what you think?”

The Black Knight turned to see the armor that he would be wearing from his day onwards. The first thing that struck him was just how dark the dwarf was able to get the armor without using any dyes. It was accented all over with pieces of gold that were gathered at the behest of Adok.

Of these pieces of metal Lucian noticed that there were prominent runes upon the frame. At the center of it was a powerful rune that Lucian could not help but notice.

It radiated with power that was beyond what Lucian could have ever believe. He knew in an instant that this rune was different from the magic that was used by the Damsel and Vampire, yet it was in the same thread as the others.

A declaration, that was the closest way to describe this rune. A declaration upon the world that was so firm that none could deny its power.

“Its… amazing.” Lucian admitted as he gazed upon it.

“Aye it is and you can feel it too. Runecraft is not for the faint of heart Lucian for it contains the powers of the Ancestor Gods.” Declared Adok as he walked next to the armor, “It is said that the weapons of the Gods, who have a single powerful rune embedded upon them, can kill Dawi who are not sanctified to touch them. With my skill the Rune there has weight beyond simple world itself. It is a marker upon both the winds of magic and the core of the earth itself.”

“So… you are trying to mimic a Rune of the Gods?”

“I am not that arrogant.” Adok announced firmly, “Even if I could, you will die trying to handle it! In time I can make more runes or even greater ones, but first you need to get used to this one.”

With the explanation made Lucian looked upon the Rune presented with focus. His eyes studying it for the meaning it held.

>Dork; Tall, Giant, Unstoppable
>Karafrak; The Defence of a Fortress, Durand
>Drengi; Vengeance, Death, Atonement, Slayergod Grimnir
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>>5780302
>Karafrak; The Defence of a Fortress, Durand
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>Drengi; Vengeance, Death, Atonement, Slayergod Grimnir

Because this is our oath.
One that a thousand slayers have chiseled into their souls like rock. This vampire will die.
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>>5780302
>Vengence.

Our faith is our shield. Our wroth is our drive.
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>>5780302
>>Drengi; Vengeance, Death, Atonement, Slayergod Grimnir
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>>5780302
>Drengi; Vengeance, Death, Atonement, Slayergod Grimnir
GRUDGE GRUDGE GRUDGE GRUDGE
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>>5780302
>Drengi; Vengeance, Death, Atonement, Slayergod Grimnir
Sponsored b the Book of Grudges
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>>5780355
>>5780302
>support
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>>5780302
>Drengi; Vengeance, Death, Atonement, Slayergod Grimnir
God that is really synching up in several ways with Adok saying Lucian reminded him of Slayers. Imagine riding up to Adok's dwarf settlement in this armor with this Rune glaring them in the face like the sun on a boiling day. When a castle lord comes down to see who wants to stay for the night
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>>5780302
>Drengi; Vengeance, Death, Atonement, Slayergod Grimnir
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>>5780302
>Drengi; Vengeance, Death, Atonement, Slayergod Grimnir
GRIFFITH
Now that im thinking about it, kill gillot immediately if he ever gets his hands on a behelit or other chaos corrupted stone
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>>5780302
>Dork; Tall, Giant, Unstoppable

>>5780424
hope we don't get treated like one though as it's not pleasant, other than in the home of the slayer king
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>>5780302
>Karafrak; The Defence of a Fortress, Durand
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>>5780302
>>Drengi; Vengeance, Death, Atonement, Slayergod Grimnir
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>>5780302
>Drengi; Vengeance, Death, Atonement, Slayergod Grimnir

Morr’s handyman
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>>5780302

>Drengi; Vengeance, Death, Atonement, Slayergod Grimnir.
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>>5780424
It will be pretty cool. I wonder if Nightshade will get a dark armor too
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>>5780302
>Drengi; Vengeance, Death, Atonement, Slayergod Grimnir
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The rune had, at its very center, a stem that went from the bottom most part of the rune to near the top of it. There the rune parted into two, becoming a covering to the rest of it. Below that was another covering, the two ultimately becoming a sort of upside down handle to a pair of triangles that were axe blades.

It was the rune of dwarfen wrath and penance. Of atonement guaranteed through death. It was the rune of Drengi, the rune tied closely to the Slayer Berserker God Grimnir.

“Scared?” Adok joked as he stood next to Lucian, “Drengi is quite the rune and I thought it would be good to be your first one.”

“But that's the rune of Grimnir, the God of the Slayers.” Lucian said as he looked upon it cautiously, “Wouldn’t it be against your Gods for a human to wear it?”

“Ha, if that was the case, then Sigmar would never have been able to carry Gal Maraz!” Cheered the Dwarf with a laugh, “A great many slayers have had lives just like yours. I know of one who lost his entire village to the Raki and devoted his entire life to the destruction of their kind. I can still feel the runeaxe I made for him.”

“Does using the Rune summon the presence of Grimnir? Will he have sway?”

“I don’t really know.” The Dwarf admitted with a shrug, “The Runes are not magic, but something else. While this Rune is associated with the Ancestor God Grimnir it existed before him when it was discovered by Thungni before his cousin became the first Slayer and traveled towards the Chaos Gates.”

Lucian felt his stomach twist as he realized something, “You see that as my path?”

“You’re facing against the God of the Damned, of course I would think that.” Adok announced with a conviction that was clearly held firm by the hands of his soul.

Lucian weighed a thought within his mind before nodding, “I think you are right.”

“Good, now lets get this armor on you.” Adok announced as he moved forward and grabbed a boot from the suit.
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The armor settled upon Lucian with heft. He could feel the weight that Adok had so carefully placed throughout the body. The Black Armor that Lucian had worn before was simply that, armor from a Bretonnian Knight which was slightly modified and turned black. This armor, while originally being from the same pieces, had much more material in it that was not only forged but collected by a dwarf Blacksmith of immense skill.

However heavy it is the armor was still easily maneuvered. Plates of steel as thick as the palm of someone’s hand and yet Lucian could still mount and dismount Nightshade with this.

“Now is when the fun starts.” Declared Adok as he slipped the helm upon Lucian and latched it.

Those words might have scared Lucian yet he believed in the Gods that he was not going to die here. Morr would not let him die here at the hands of his fellow, not when there was monsters to slay in his name.

The next moment Lucian felt pain. An erupting pain that he woke up on the ground. It was such a sudden shock that the the Durand had been thrown off his feet. The rune that was at the center of Lucian’s chest was erupting with what must have been fire with how hot it felt lying there.

The world kept happening around Lucian but the Knight could not understand it. He felt his very soul being gripped by the talons of a power that he did not understand. It had quickly gone into his muscles and bones, threatening the tear out the tendons that were holding them together.

The closest Lucian could understand it was like a disease that his family always got. Their bodies were being stolen from them and turned into mush for the daemons within their flesh to conqure.

He would not let it, he would not let this rune turn him into a feeble bedridden creature. With a push of his will the Black Knight gave a yell all while throwing his hand against what he thought to be the ground. He could not understand there which direction he went but it was the wrong one.

With a twist of his body and another yell Lucian felt the giving of the forces that kept him upon the earth. Another exertion of strength gave him feeling in his knees and then his feet.

He would not fall to simple armor. Not until his grudge had been dealt with.
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“HAHAHA!” Lucian rose to his feet to the sound of Adok’s laughter.

Never before had he seen such an expression upon a person, let alone Adok. Where the Dwarf had been full of comradery and jovialness this time his face was tightened with a smile and wild eyes. Lucian would have called it completely foreign if he had not felt the burning fury that was Grimnir just a moment ago.

Dwarfen lust. He had read a tale that Dwarfs were near uncontrollable when it came to gold and such material was of the greatest import to their society. It was said that so treasure was it that they would murder and entire village if they had been swindled out of a single coin.

Such emotions, a near primal desire for gold that was on parity to a starving man wanting to eat, was for Adok seeing the power of his own work.

“You lived!” Cheered the Dwarf as he walked over and got Lucian to his feet, “Grimnir smiles upon you to even be standing right now.”

“By all the Gods above and those damned.” Lucian announced as he finally felt the earth once again, “My soul… I swear Adok… it aches.”

“It's your first Rune.” The Dwarf said as the alien smile was replaced with a much more normal one, “Give it a few days and you won’t even remember this happened. Just like our trainings together.”

Lucian had a greater understanding of what Adok was doing during those trainings. It was clear the pain that he was put through was not only about getting him better at wearing normal armor, but prepared to this very moment. Pain beyond what Lucian could imagine.

“Well we should see how it works.” Adok said as that demonic smile edged his mouth, “What you want to cut down first?”

>Goblins…
>BEASTMEN!
>We duel!
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>>5781513
>BEASTMEN!
KILL
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>>5781513
>BEASTMEN!
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>>5781513
>BEASTMEN
Take some turnskin's skull, and crush it beneath our feet, For The Lady, For Morr, For Gazul, By the Slayer's Oath we shall vengeance against those that would cheat Death of its rightful due
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>BEASTMEN!
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>>5781513
>BEASTMEN!
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>>5781513
>BEASTMEN!
While goblins are nothing to snuff at and could have dangerous things in their ranks (great spiders, more direwolves, shamans etc..), Beastmen are very dangerous, agile, wicked and strong. While also being supported by chaos. Great material for our training and experience, especially when we have to fight stronger undead or want to have a chance fighting vampires and chaos warriors.
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>>5781513
>>BEASTMEN!
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>>5781513
>BEASTMEN!
Adok smoking on that dark revenge pack
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>>5781513
> BEASTMEN!
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>>5781513

>BEASTMEN!
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>>5781513
>>BEASTMEN!
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>>5780302
>ainz ool gown You disgust me
>>BEASTMEN
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>>5782687
>>5781513
>>BEASTMEN!
There
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It was a blood rage that was etching through his body, Lucian realized, for that was what Drengi was and were. Oath bound to a death at the hands of the enemy the followers of Grimnir had the ability to summon awesome strength that was beyond their own countenance and understanding. Of course they were still a select few of the Slayers who displayed such might yet it was clear that they couried the favor of their Warrior God like how a Lady Favors valorous knights.

It was this desire for battle, to see uin to one’s enemies, that caused Lucian to ride upon Nightshade through the forests of Bordeleaux. He had heard the reports from Remon that these creatures, Beastmen, had raided three villages and were growing in mass because of their carnage.

As they crossed into his lands the Count had decided to build a force to subjugate them. It was due to set out tomorrow with Lucian in tow yet now the youth could not remain.

“There they are!” Cheered Adok from the back of the wagon that was being pulled by Truffles. The Black Knight followed the armored finger of the dwarf to see the group of monsters assembled.

“FOR MORR, FOR THE LADY!” Declared Lucian without much care. His declaration being an affront to the Beastmen the creatures bellowed their own warcry before charging towards the two of them.

Without care of his personal safety Lucian urged Nightshade forward. The beast easily doing what its master wanted and with grace carried itself through the forest floor which would have troubled many horses like it.

Just like the Beastmen the horse was able to bend itself around trees without losing speed. The Beastmen who were upon either four or two legs gave roars as they advanced towards the lone Knight who foolishly charged them.

In a single slice Lucian killed the three closest. His strikes were not even the elegant strikes upon the neck and openings that he was used to, only a brutal strike through the stomach and spine that was the characteristic slaughter of the Slayers.

Such a show of brutality brought pause to the beastmen, to which only lasted until Lucian cut down another grouping of them.

By the time Adok arrived to the fight things were already in full swing.
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Blood flew everywhere as Lucian’s scythe caused a whirlwind of murder and mayhem. The creatures of Chaos, seeing a human coming upon them without care did not hesitate to come forward with their crude axes and maws held high to try and kill the Black Knight. Yet their axes fell upon the armor of Dwarfen make without making even a dent.

Lucian did not enjoy the blood of the battle, nor really the carnage. That was not what the rune that was burning upon his soul wanted him to commit his life to. It gave him might and strength that was beyond all and it ached to not satisfy its lust for the death of foes.

For that was what it needed to be used for. To kill the enemies of the Dwarfs. It came, in that respect, that the enemies of dwarfs were also the enemies of the rest of the world.

Nightshade stomped upon a corpse of a beastman and with a strike of the leash went for another herd of them. In a sudden movement a group of bestigors came from the nearby shrubbery with knives poised to dis deep into Lucian’s neck and shoulder plates.

With a simple movement of his shoulders and wrist the Knight was able to didge most of the hidden strikes. He allowed the one to sink him blade into the neckplate of the armor yet it did not even touch the skin that was underneath the armor. So thick it was that daggers were useless against his hide.

The Black Knight gave a twist of fury, sending blood across the field that killed a great many of the Bestigors that were upon him and causing the rest to flee.

Not many were not many large ones among this horde. Only creatures that were scrawny and malnorished even as they murdered so many peasants. He watched them all fleeing deeper into the forest towards places he could not see, the beastmen being of all sizes.

Some, Lucian realized, were children.

The Rune wanted to kill more of them, but the desire that was upon him was waning. If he wanted to Lucian could hold his blade back. After all he was already a ways from Adok.

>Chase down the Beastmen
>Hold the blade
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>>5782698
>Chase down the Beastmen
They're not children, no matter how much they look like them, they're Given
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>>5782698
>Chase down the Beastmen
The only good beastman is a dead beastman.
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>>5782698
>Chase down the Beastmen
The adult beastmen we've slain were once children as well, yet they do nothing but rampage through the noble lands of Bretonnia.
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>>5782698
>>Chase down the Beastmen, the women and the children too
Didn't Lucian watch goblin slayer???
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>>5782698
>Chase down the beastmen
Every one of theirs that lives poses a further threat to humanity. This anon gets it>>5782727.
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>Chase down the Beastmen
Death to the Enemies of the Lady, Morr Guards our soul!
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>>5782698
>Chase down the Beastmen
These beastmen children will not find a new home were they will be accepted or learn how to be normal people.
It's a mercy to put them down.
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For Grimniiirrrrrrr!
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>>5782698
>>Chase down the Beastmen
kill them in the name of Morr !
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>>5782698
>>Hold the blade
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>>5782698
>>Chase down the Beastmen
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>>5782698
It might be an ambush, but I don't think that matters.

>Chase down the beastmen
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>>5782698

>Chase down the Beastmen.

I don't understand this choice. How many remains of partially devoured infant corpses did Lucian find in the destroyed villages? He should already know that the enemy has no mercy to give.
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>>5783208
Me neither
I guess Verac was very very isolated for even knowledge like this ? Minor human settlements in the old world fight a lot against greenskins and beastmens usually. Dealing with a few of their kind, small raids, skirmishes and small battles is pretty much essential. A part of life.
Otherwise passes enough time and minor settlement become no problem to deal with for rapidly growing warbands of greenskins and beastmens, instead : easy source of food, equipment, slaves and sacrifices.
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The Black Knight did not care the age of these creatures or what they really were. He had heard stories of such beasts. How Beastmen ran into a village and killed everyone no matter if they were the most pious of people or those who worshiped the dark gods that they did.

He remembered his mother saying that if Lucian had too many evil thoughts that he would become like these Beastmen. Everytime that a man cursed the world a Beastman was born. There was also the warning about Morrslieb, that the moon would turn you into one of these abominations if you basked in its green light for too many hours.

For all Lucian knew these were all true. He also knew that these monsters, no matter what, found human flesh to be the most delicious meat that could ever be eaten.

So Lucian would cut them down if they had been man, a woman, or even a freshly turned evil child. With a snap of the reigns Lucian galloped towards the fleeing monsters without care.

They were as fast as he was, that much was obvious to Lucian. Sure Nightshade could outrun any of these bipedal cloven hoofed monsters within an open field but here in the forest things were much harder. The cohesion that gave the Knights their strength, the powerful Lance, would falter as each men tried to stay next to his partner in these woods. Lucian was only able to keep speed for he disregarded such warnings and rode his horse forward.

Lucian received a great amount from the Dwarf already. The burning fire within his chest itching as it knew a new killing was about to come.

Every few steps Lucian would see a Beastmen drop to the ground. The creature trying its best to get up as it knew that such a falter meant it did. Lucian confirmed the definition of their accident with a single stroke of his scythe upon their bodies, not worrying if he would lose where these creatures were going.

The forest floor was soft from the rain after all. He would catch up to them quickly.

Suddenly a massive bellow came from the monsters who were leading the herd to safety. So loud was it that all the beastmen that were before him halted in a painful fearshock.

Without caring for their bellow the Black Knight was upon them. The red blood of the ferals mutants fell upon the raven headpiece of his helm as he sent all of these creatures to the foul gods that they so desperately worshiped.
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The Beastmen, being caught in whatever murder trap they found themselves in, were fighting Lucian tooth and nail now. There must have been a hundred remaining as they all realized that no matter where they went Morr was going to be upon their door.

Left and right, they all fell like wheat in a field. Their lives were short and damned the moment the dark gods had picked their hides for the ascension. It was Lucian though who enacted the decree of Morr upon these worthless louts with the strength of an entire pantheon within each of his strokes.

They tried to throw spears, axes, daggers, and stones at both Nightshade and Lucian. The projectiles would never strike Nightshade even once while Lucian took all the strikes meant for him. Each and every one of them bounced off his reinforced armor like pebbles against a mountain.

The forest floor was pooled with the foul blood of chaos as four guisers of blood rained from the freshly cut necks. Lucian made sure that the final death was one of those smaller ones, making sure that it would not grow up to form some kind of twisted revenge for Lucian killing the family that it both despised and hated.

The strength of the rune was adamant. With the armor giving Lucian defence it was the rune that turned him into a dreadful bruiser of battle. The fire which sat upon his soul stretched out into his body and turned the Black Knight into a berserker worthy of the title Drengi!

There was joy in this slaughter, but it was not because of the killing. Every strike Lucian made was vengeance for the fallen! To right a wrong that was made! That was the joy he saw as he cut down the last and rushed through a thicket of trees.

Only to find a murderfield equal to his own.

Upon the ground were beastmen who were torn, smashed, and bitten. The only difference was these creatures were killed in a manner that might have fitted their own style of battle.

That was, except for what was standing in the middle of the killing field.

Before Lucian was a massive creature who looked straight into his eyes. Its bulk was nearly equal to its height and muscles raged with a clearly trained physique to them. It was covered in not the patchwork furs and horns of the beastmen but a full set of scales and claws that went from the bottom most feet to the tip of its reptilian snout.

The two looked at eachother, neither making a move. If the creature was poised to attack Lucian, it did not show it. And Lucian, in his honest opinion, was weary of the creature for within its hands was a club whose head was as thick as a tree trunk with decorative runes that no beastman would ever imagine.

>Kill this beastman
>Stare at eachother
>Leave this thing
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>>5783376
>>Stare at eachother
Yay, we met a killer krok.
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>>5783376
>Stare at eachother
Gauge badass levels, is he higher or lower?
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>>5783376
>Stare at eachother
What exactly are you?
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>>5783376
>Stare at eachother

Why is a Kroxigor in Bretonnia?
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>>5783376
>>Stare at eachother
Now this is strange
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>>5783376
>Stare at eachother
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>>5783376
>>Stare at eachother
Kek a possible companion, the choices for them will be only cool stuff.
Check that all the beastmen are dead. And see if the thing can talk Brettonian or dwarven.
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>>5783376
>Stare at eachother
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>>5783376
>Stare down

Curious.
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>>5783441
>Kek a possible companion
Honestly I don't see how, aren't Kroxigors basically meat computers without direction from skinks?
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>>5783490
Maybe it's a rare not-retarded kroxigor.
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>>5783490
>>5783499
Then... we have to find the controller
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>>5783515
:)
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The thing with these lizardmen or whatever else is that you're going to have to constantly convince people that they aren't a beastmen/fimir/whatever and that they're totally ok to enter a city. This definitely works better in Bretonnia thanks to honor rules along with the ability to just tell peasants to go fuck themselves and kill them, but I wonder how this is going to work out when Lucian eventually leaves Bretonnia on his journey.
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>>5783376
>>Stare at eachother
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>>5783376
>STARE
>if other knights come it's our duel.
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>>5783659
I wonder what's the kroxigor and skink story, and who's next. Caledor Dragon Prince, Albion Druid or our friendly imperial morr priest seen long ago .... so many options.
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>>5783659
I don't think constantly, it depends on a few things mostly : Knowledge, Intelligence, Reputation, Relations and Aura. Knowledge is simply how much the New World, Lustria is known and talked about around (gold is the most known and desired thing of it, then comes the fact is an untamed and unknown world and filled with dangers), Intelligence is if people are smart enough to not fuck with us and understand we aren't evil, Rep. self explanatory, Relations is who would like us and support and who is already connected with us (the Morr Cult would support us 100%, alongside the holy orders of the knights of Morr and the Shades), and Aura is this group presenting itself to people : a very heavily armored bretonnian knight in a dark plate with Morr, The Lady and Grimnir symbols and with a scythe that cuts through monsters on top of a powerful warhorse, alongside a heavily armored and armed dwarf and this massive creature. Plenty of fear and dread inducing. Man, this is a welcome addition and will massively help in combat training and getting stronger. On top of their help on the battlefield and their better senses for find enemies or things.

Thinking about the rest of the old world, Altdorf and Luccini should have the biggest Morr temples around. I wonder if we can visit them and pray there....
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>Stare at eachother

I might be biased as running a lizardman drawquest right now
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>>5783376
>>>Stare at eachother
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>>5783376
> Stare at eachother

The heir of ruin
His horse
His donkey
His dorf
His lizard

Party complete
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>Stare at eachother
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>>5783839
I dunno, to the average uneducated commoner in the empire or elsewhere, people are far more likely to immediately think a chaos warband, etc. Knowledge is basically useless in that regard as there's hardly any education available regarding these subjects, especially when those that try to do so typically get burnt at the stake unless within accepted institutions. Reputation is entirely dependent upon word of mouth, which has the same issues as the previous. Relations requires that Lucian and company get in contact with said individuals in the first place, which would require that they already know of Lucian's arrival. This is certainly possible by virtue of simply calling ahead, but the mandates of the cult of morr can only go so far in comparison to the controls available to far more influential cults and governments. As for aura, that's just entirely dependent on knowledge. People would once again sooner think of a chaos warband than a group of heroes. Take Lucian as an example. As an uneducated peasant who probably hasn't even herd of Lustria, he immediately thought the Kroxigor was just some form of lizard beastman. His level of knowledge regarding this subject is what you can expect for the majority of people. Who's going to think of the far off tales of Lustria with no real verifiable truth behind them when your main point of experience is the constant issue of beastmen and chaos?

Look, I want it to work, but I feel that this would only work within areas like Marienburg, as opposed to the sticks, which is near everything else considering the time period.
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>>5784242
I don't care, friend.
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>>5783376

>Stare at eachother.
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>>5784242
>Group of heroes looking like a Chaos Warband

Welcome to Warhammer fantasy.
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>>5784242
You make good points. Still it seems a divine sign to find this creature here, and Morr might inform his faithful through dreams. And there is usually some experienced commoners around, and not just commoners too in most settlements.
Small stuff really, but is a positive.
Hopefully
The only solution then : to become really big heroes.


Though i do believe the only ones in danger would be the lizardmens. Lucian and Adok, look like a Morr Knight and a Dwarf. Maybe we could give them some disguises or travel in a certain way ? Or not. If they arrived all the way here to the forests of Bordeleaux, they know their stuff.
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A wingless dragon that walketh upright was tamed by Lucian the Bold, The Dragon Tamer, The Durand, The Bottomless, Dwarf Friend, so say the bards of Bordeleaux. Many sought ownership of such an exotic dragon, and many peasant children were devoured in its wake. They call it the Pit Dragon for its hunger was like a bottomless pit.
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Lucian held his ground against the creature, but he did not advance towards it. Such a massive frame of a monster was something that the Black Knight knew would be troublesome to challenge. Even with the strength of the Drengi Rune he did not see his chances of coming out unscathed.

Which was the odd part, for Lucian did not feel a burning form the rune. It did not call upon him to kill this creature before him. It was odd for Lucian was trying to become accustomed to the burning fires that were burning within him. For them to become nullified was something that the Peasant Knight simply did not think would happen.

The creature kept its gaze with an eerie staring. The creature occasionally blinked and it breathed just like any other beast that the Peasant had witnessed. Yet it did not move a muscle against him. He wondered if the creature was waiting for him to make the first move.

Taking a second Lucian scanned the grounds around him for signs of life. The murderfest that the reptillian monster has surely might have missed some of the beastmen. Leaving a few of them alive and still breathing. He found none though, with the majority having either their skulls caved in, their organs ripped out, or necks severed by the long snout of the creature.

Lucian’s gaze returned to the monster, finding it the same as before. Lucian felt his confusion mount as it appeared that the monster simply did not act. Like some sort of guardian statue that was made from flesh and blood. After all even beasts would twitch and move instead of their eternal and unstoppable vigilance that the monster was giving.

It was then Lucian began looking around in a wider radius. His eyes having studied the ground now studying the trees that were around them. This creature, this monster, if it was similar to the undead that served the necromancers then it might have a master of some kind?

Lucian caught it then. It was a glimmer of gold that was brilliant too brilliant to have been natural. Without a thought Lucian called out, “You there, my eyes do not play me false for I have seen you!”

As if in response Lucian heard a series of clicks coming from the tree. The shimmer of gold disappeared for only a moment before the leaves of the tree parted and a white figure leaped out from it. Lucian’s eyes were yanked from the moving figure as the giant that was he was staring at began to move, placing the weapon that it was carrying upon its back and holding a large hand to form a stage.

A second later Lucian paid witness to a small lizard standing upon the hand of its fellow. The larger of the two moved a hand up towards the smaller one only for the small one to give a series of clicks and guttural calls that must have been commands. The large one, after putting its hand to the side, became completely immobilized just as it had when Lucian first paid witness to it.
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The small lizard was much different from its greater. Where the former had muscles that were as thick as Lucian this little one looked to have been made of sticks. As the former was a giant who had the wrath of its primordial gods quaking within its body, this one was roughly the size of a child just creating his tenth birthday. In an odd, bizarre sense, he could describe it as cute with being so small and wearing a massive head dress made of gold.

Both of them, Lucian realized, were white with yellow stripes going down their backs. Such detail quickly reminded Lucian of the heraldry of the Bretonnian Knights, except this was displayed upon the body of the strange creatures.

Being within the hands of the larger lizard placed the small one at eye level to Lucian who was still upon Nightshade. It shined, what Lucian felt most surprising as all, a smile.

A series of clicks and tones came before it finally spoke, “Warmblood, thank you!” It spoke in a somewhat broken tongue of mankind, “We, Children of Old Ones, appreciate assistance.”

“You talk?” Lucian could not help but express his surprise for beyond all things, seeing lizards talk was the most outrageous thing he has ever seen in his life.

“Yes, Tee-Ny-Tyny talks tongue of warmbloods.” The lizard expressed with regalness somehow captured within the butchered tone of the lizard, “Warmblood, you are, who are you?”

“I…” Lucian shook himself quickly to simply forget the oddity of the situation and express his words, “I am Lucian the Durand, of Verac, Blessed of Morr, Knight Errant, and rider of Nightshade.”

The lizard gave a series of nods that showed the enthusiasm it had for the moment, “Tee-Ny-Tyny, Mage-Priest of Itza and fellow to Bok. The Old Ones have foretold of this day.”

Lucian could not help but feel somewhat confused at those words, “Old Ones?”

“Yes, Old One. As Gods are to you, they are onto us.” The creature placed out, “They were the ones who built this world. Those who foretold everything that has both had and will happen. They said, in times before us, that we should meet.”

>Bullshit
>You knew?
>Okay, that sounds cool.
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>>5784431
>Okay, that sounds cool
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>>5784431
>Okay, that sounds cool.
>"What more is in this prophecy, is there something I can help with? I strive to fulfill the will of the gods."
Lmao, teeny tiny
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>>5784431
>Seems cool

It's not like this is unexpected. There are many gods of this world, just not all of them are of friends to Humanity.
Unless I missed where Morr said only he was a real god?
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>>5784446
Just the 'Old Ones Created the World' bit.
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>>5784431
>>Okay, that sounds cool.
>"Where are you from ? I am from the lands of Brettonia were you find yourselves."
>"I serve with fervour and faith my deity Morr, and the Lady too. I have made important Oaths that i must follow, one is to aid and assist my dwarf friend Adok and the other to bring vengeance unto the undead that killed my family."
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>>5784451
The all priests party....
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>>5784455
: )
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>>5784452
Dumbass.
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>>5784451
Oh right.

>Changing to "That's bullshit, but your gods are our gods."
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>>5784456
XD
fun times ahead
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>>5784431
>Okay, that sounds cool.
> "Death is known by many names and the lady is as old as Bretonnia so it could be said she's an "Old One" "
>as soon as we say that we feel the presence of a Questing Beast beelining directly for us
Also Teeny Tiny is a cute, immediately
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>>5784451
Has Lucian ever known any other creation myth?
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>>5784466
On this matter there is likely different creations myths, but with some elements that remain similar.
https://warhammerfantasy.fandom.com/wiki/Old_World_Pantheon

You have to count Patron Gods of certain realms/regions (Ursun, Sigmar, The Lady, Myrmidia), Regional Gods minor and specific to that region, and the big secondary deities present across all the Old World (Morr, Manaan etc).
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>>5784431
>Okay, that sounds cool.
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>>5784431
> Okay, that sounds cool.

I imagine Lucian is a bit confused but also amused, at this cute lizard who tell him it is their destiny to have met. It does seem like a fateful, random encounter.

I guess it is a question of what does the lizard want now that they have met? Does he want to duel? Does he want Lycian’s help? Or does he want to help Lucian? Etc
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>>5784431
>You knew?
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>Okay, that sounds cool
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>>5784431
>>Okay, that sounds cool.
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>>Okay, that sounds cool
Let's roll with it. Skink and Kroxigor are perfect party members for visiting Lustria.

We could find enough gold to rebuild verac 50 times over.
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>>5784431
>>Okay, that sounds cool.
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>>5784431
>Okay, that sounds cool.
>"Is there really a prophecy you know that we were actually going to met?"
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>>5784851
Btw I just caught up and GODDAMN I FUCKING LOVE THIS QUEST. What little I knew about WHF I liked it a lot, but the whole thing about how there's different gods at play in the setting that actually have powers, Lucian's character and the whole plot I'm really enjoying it, with every but of lore I'm learning. It this your only quest or do you have more? Either being WHF or anything else
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>>5784854
Machine Qm did a primarch quest of his own.
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>>5784854
Here's his previous quests
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Otome%20Gone%20Wrong
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=TalOS%20DAV1S
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>>5784857
>>5784860
Thanks anons!
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>>5784889
np
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>>5784431
>>Okay, that sounds cool.

Just caught up myself after devouring the first two threads and I have to echo the other anon in how fun of a read this has been, and it scratches the medieval knight adventure itch that I've been having for so long.
Thanks QM.
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>>5784431

>Okay, that sounds cool.
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“Thats…” Lucian held but his words to find the correct ones for this occasion, “Cool. I guess I never really heard how the world was made. I think I only heard that at one point chaos reigned.”

“Warmbloods, such as you, do not know before Chaos.” Tyny said as he gave a series of clicks and nods to accompany his words, “We do. We the Children of the Old Ones.”

So in a sense they were kinda like the Dwarfs who worshiped their ancestors as Gods. As Lucian learned the Dwarfs all could trace their lineage to the gods like Grimnir and Thungri. Was it that these Lizardmen carried the same relation or was it something else.

Looking upon the giant monster who held Tyny for the moment, Lucian guessed that things were slightly different from what he was understanding.

“So, was our meeting prophesized?” Lucian with a small amount of confusion, “The Gods know what the Gods know and I am blessed by at least Morr and aim for the Lady’s Favor, but do your lords also support me in my battle against Nagash’s Spawn?”

There was a twinkle in the eyes of the little lizard. A sign that Lucian had made the correct question for the future, “In a sense, within your reason, yes it was. Firstborn of the Slann, Lord Kroak, has seen that great forces are afoot. It is said that a new God, who is of Death, grows his dominion in the lands of Young Warmbloods. Tee-Ny-Tyny sent to survey and learn. Fight against growing Chaos before it gains foothold in realms outside Lustria.”

“That Lord you speak of, that would be Nagash.” Lucian told the Lizardman firmly now, his understanding certain now, “Your Gods knew that Nagash is trying to rise again against mankind, so they sent you.”

“Yes, Tee-Ny-Tyny was sent for that.” For the first time the small lizard leaned forward into Lucian for a much closer inspection of the Knight, “We have same goal, Lucian and Tee-Ny-Tyny do. What do you know?”

As he was asked Lucian gave to the lizard what was essentially the tale of his life. The warrior gave the tale of his village, how it was laid to ruin by Von Castein and the wolves that she wielded. He gave to the Lizard as well the tale of the Necromancers and how they attempted to raise the blessed body of a Grail Knight from slumber.

He tried to keep it as firm with detail as possible. If he did it right, who knows, maybe the Lizard will help him.
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“Warmblood’s Gods side with Lucian.” The creature spoke as the Black Knight finished his tale, “Tee-Ny-Tyny cannot say if Lucian was upon tablet or if it was Kroak who learned of Lucian. What Tee-Ny-Tyny knows was that Lucian is of interest to the Slann and Lucian’s divinity.”

Both were reasonable. Lucian already had enough divine help upon this journey that it was reasonable that another set of Gods sent someone to come help him upon this coming battle. Yet the other was likely, that so many interests were involved with the Black Knight that someone far away took notice.

If it was the latter, Lucian reasoned it must mean the person in question was either a Priest who spoke directly with their gods or someone who was mighty in magic that they bordered upon being a god. If it was the latter then Lucian would be thankful that the Lizards chose to help him instead of staying back or to hinder.

“Thank you for meeting me then, Tee-Ny-Tyny.” The name Lucian spoke felt foreign to the touch. It must have been whatever method the Lizard was able to speak with Lucian, but the name was obviously within the dialect of their kind instead of that of man.

“Yes, potential agreement to be reached.” The Lizardman opened its mouth agape to show the prospect of the discussion, “Lucian and Tee-Ny-Tyny have same goals, stop rising undeath. Tee-Ny-Tyny and Bok will work with Lucian to put down Demi-God. Both align, so further transaction not needed.”

“I… would be thankful.” Lucian said as he expressed his true thoughts on the matter, “But before I give my word I need to know, what are you? You say that you are Children of the Old Ones, but the Dwarfs say they are children of their gods as well.”

The Lizard nodded to those words, “Tee-Ny-Tyny is Skink, Bok is Kroxigor. Both are from Grand City of Itza, First City of Lustria and World. Warmbloods of the Vortex call us Lizardmen.”

>Welcome aboard
>No, we are not going to accept sapient lizards in the party.
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>>5785483
>Welcome aboard
FRIENDS!
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>>5785483
>>Welcome aboard
Go team Venture, I mean Lucian
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>>5785483
>Welcome aboard
If you hate undead, greenskins and chaos thats good enough for me
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>>5785483
>Welcome aboard
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>>5785483
>Welcome aboard
Tho we need to discuss where we're heading to at this moment before going to hunt down the Vampire, and we need to discuss the logistics on how were going have Tee-Ny-Tyny with us without anyone trying to murder him, or if they can go to the lands of the Dwarfs. Maybe he can go back to his land and when we're done fulfilling Adok's vow we go looking for Tee-Ny-Tyny to his land

Me like my:
-Necromancers: Fucking dead
-The dead: in their graves
-The Greenskins: In their fucking wastelands
-Our woman: The Damsel of golden hair

And that's IT
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>>5785483
>Welcome aboard

Well, here's hoping this doesn't just end up with constantly getting attacked by people who don't know better. Maybe Gilot will try to shank the skink because feud and "I could totally claim ignorance and just kill his friend because I "thought" it was a beastman".
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>>5785532
If he manages to shank tiny without being turned into a red paste by Bok, he honestly would deserve the kill
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>>5785547
If he get past Bok and somehow us, he for sure deserved the kill... Also now that I notice our lizard friend hasn't said the name of the other Lizardmen
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>>5785551
What other lizardman? Is there a third one that I didn't notice while reading?
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>>5785483
>Welcome aboard

Lucien really is an open minded fellow. Just hates undead, hates vampires, Loves morr and loves Honour.
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Now that I think about it... If we're already fucking him up with making another letter with where we're going and making him look bad to the eyes of his translator, maybe giving a rough critique to "his" wine compared to the one our family made could also be funny... If such was the case of course. Lucian kept mentioning how the Bastonne wine was awful with how they fucked with the barrel, surely there's the same errors going on with Gil's wine
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>>5785553
Shit! You're right. Somehow my brain thought that in >>5784429 There was the single Lizardmen, and after Lucian called out to the trees it was a second big Lizardmen carrying Tee-Ny-Tyny. Sorry, it was my mind feeding me with misinformation again
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>>5785561
It's alright, I got worried there for a second
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'ate chaos
'ate necromancers
'ate greenskins
'ate beastmen
(ain't racist just don't loik 'em)

luv me honor
luv me country
luv me drink
luv me mates
luv me gods

Simple as - Lucian, Turning Point Bretonnia
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>>5785483
>Welcome aboard
Lucian's gonna get back to the castle like "hey I found these weird fucking lizards, can I keep them m'lord" and Teeny is gonna bow to the absolute salt of Gil and the amazement of the court. I hope the lizards like wine and roast pig.
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>>5785483
>Welcome aboard
Is it just that our interests align or are we going to make vows to each other of friendship/loyalty etc? And for a time limit?

Feels like it might be easier to navigate politics if we tell people he is our sworn sword or something.

Might be worth giving him a crash course in honor (if he doesn’t know already) so he doesn’t offend someone and get into his own duel. Unless you just want to handwave that as stuff the discuss over time
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>>5785483
>Welcome aboard
Also
>>5785517
>>5785580
Anons you forgot the hatred of vampires
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>>5784431
>>You knew?
>>5784455
>Adok is a runesmith, Lucian is a Black Guard (in all but name), Tee-Ny-Tyny is a... mage priest of itza. Who is itza?

>>5785483
>>Welcome
Come on guys the skink is not a pushover. How do we explain to adok...
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>>5785747
I put them under "necromancers". It was the best term I could come up with for these types of evildoers since "undead" would wrongly include those like the unknown knight we fought.
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>>5785483
>>Welcome aboard
FRENS!
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>>5785764
Hmmm I suppose they do count as undead
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>>5785483
>>Welcome aboard
Yo welcome
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>>5785757
He said it here
>Grand City of Itza, First City of Lustria
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>>5785483

>Welcome aboard.

A wizard who cannot be corrupted by chaos, and a war machine made to slaughter demons. I think they will both be excellent additions to the team.
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>>5785561
Yes, his name is Bok.
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>>5786010
a
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“Tee-Ny-Tyny of Itza,” Lucian began as he grew a smile that held all the heart he could muster, “Any enemy of the undead and Nagash is a friend of mine. It is my goal too to kill the undead so we should join forces on this.”

“I agree. The Old Ones and Slann are looking upon this moment with great favor I feel.” The Skink said as he gave a toothy smile.

With those words Lucian extended a hand towards the lizardman searching for the agreement. To his surprise the lizard took it and held it firmly just like another member of mankind. Though the strength of the lizard was much less than Lucian himself.

Such must be why he had such a mighty monster of a steed.

“Do you have any objectives to secure early, Lucian?” The Lizardman asked as he closed his eye and looked at the Black Knight at the end of his nose.

“Well that is something I have been trying to figure out.” Lucian admitted as he gave a solemn nod of acknowledgement, “The lore of Nagash speak of the undead lords of Araby, yet they are described as skeletons. I seek out the Vampires known as Carsteins, would know anything of that name?”

“The tablets speak of horrors coming from the realm near the World’s Edge Mountains.” Tyny said as he gave a nod of acknowledgement, “But Lucian and Tyny can seek out other tomes of lore of other realms. If the two or us were to visit the outpost north of here, then a measure through the Geomantic Web can be done.”

“I see…” Lucian had no idea what the lizard was talking about now. It was only now did he realize that it must have been several minutes now since he charged away from Adok.

If it was talk about these things and what to do next they would want to get with the Dwarf first.

“Uh, I have a friend who will also be traveling with us. He is a Dwarf by the name of Adok.” Lucian said as he showed a hand away from himself, “We should probably make out way towards him.”

“Lead, Warmblood.” The Lizard announced as he swiftly climbed out of the hand of Bok and onto the back of the giant beast.

Lucian did as he was asked, and followed the path of stale blood out of these forest depths that he met the last of his companions within.
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It was fifteen minutes later that they found Adok. The Dwarf was sitting at the back of the wagon looking at a blade that he was in the middle of perfecting for Lucian. The guess of the Peasant Knight was this blade would become the edge of the newest scythe, but it could be something completely different for it was far from finished.

It was the grumble of Bok, the giant Kroxigor that Tyny rode, that snapped the Dwarf from his work towards the group who had double in size.

“By the Ancestor Gods…” The Dwarf was slowly reaching towards his hammer yet his eyes could not be removed from the two new fellows.

The Skink stood there for a moment waiting to see what the Dwarf did. Tyny would not have known it but Lucian noticed that the Dwarf had not brought up his hammer into a stance of battle. Instead his eyes were focus squarely upon the skink in question.

Lucian would be honest that if the Skink had not been talking all his attention would have been towards the Kroxigor. That was not the same for Adok whose eyes, Lucian realized, was focused squarely upon the golden headpiece that was encrusted with the feathers of birds Lucian did not begin to imagine.

The Knight, who was more concerned with staying alive and then diplomacy a moment ago, was now paying attention to it. The primary part of it was made of gold which wrapped around both the head and the jaw of the lizard who was wearing it. It must have had straps of some sort where Lucian could not see for without ears or a proper skull he did not think the headpiece stayed a firmly upon the head of the bearer as possible.

For the feathers they were either yellow, white, or blue. The meaning of which must have been heraldic but Lucian did not know the meaning.

By then the Peasant Knight did not know what else to make of it. So he called out to the speechless dwarf, “Uh, Adok?”

The sudden call of his name caused the Runesmith to give a couple of coughs. So heavy was he in concentration that losing it caused his body problems, “Uggh, Lucian, who are these folk? They clearly are not Beastmen.”

“I am Tee-Ny-Tyny and this is Bok. We are Lizardmen of Itza, in Lustria.” The Skink raised a hand towards himself then towards the lizard underneath him, “The two of us are now your allies against the coming threat of undeath. It was the suggestion by Lucian that we discuss our next course of action together.”

“Lustria?” Adok began to give a slow nod in slow understanding, “Then, you are Children of the Old Ones, those that came before!”
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“Then the Warmblood have not forgotten about us yet I see.” Tyny left his mouth open after saying that, giving a small tilt of the head to show the interest he had in the Dwarf.

“Would you by chance know of a mountainhome by the name, Karak Azgal?” The Dwarf asked with a hint of curiosity.

“Tyny does not know much about the Dwarfs or their mountainhomes.” The little one expressed with something close to solace, “As such, Tyny apologizes to Adok for not having the knowledge that he asked for.”

“No no, it was nothing. Just the words of a curious Dwarf” The Dwarf admitted as he looked towards Lucian, “Are we sure we should be talking about these things here? You know I have been wanting to go for sometime but leaving off now without care means I left a bunch of metal at Remon’s Castle.”

Lucian nodded to those words as he turned towards Tyny, “If we are to return to Count Remon then we will need to figure out the Lizardman’s situation. I do not think we can walk in there without care like this.”

“You could claim them to be new pets.” Adok pointed out, “Don’t you fellows take Dragons and Griffons as mounts or something?”

“Tyny could wear a cloak.” The Lizardman pointed out with a smile, “Bok can hide when asked, and Bok smells when blood has been spilt. For the open road we he is simply ‘my mount’.”

“Really?” Lucian questioned the Lizardman.

To that the once Peasant was given a nod by the Lizard, “Yes, Tyny has had to do so before.”

>Take up the Lizardman’s suggestion
>The Dwarfs makes more sense
>Make your own
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>>5786977
>Make your own
Just tell the truth? The fact that tiny can speak for himself and that Remon is our friend should do fine. I think getting Tiny and Bok some new drip so that they look more human aligned would be wise though.
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>>5786977
>Make your own
As long as we are within Remon's reach we will be fine. We explain to him
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>>5786977
>>Make your own
Get some kind of official writ, along with some clothes that make them look less... primitive. Gold+clothing+good company makes them look more civil, and betters the introductions, while an official writ that "Hey this is NOT a BEASTMAN, it is a LIZARDMAN and is an ally to the good folk of Brettonia and companion of Lucian the Durand" should keep officials off our back.
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>>5786977
Is this just to get in mot Count Remon’s castle? And then afterwards we make some more official way of travelling? If so I’d just go with what Teeny suggests. But I mean who is going to stop us, we just say he is with us and under our protection.

>Take up the Lizardman’s suggestion

Also how old is the skink? Like a youth, adolescent, adult?
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>>5786977
>Take up the Lizardman’s suggestion
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>>5786977
>Make your own
As there are Priests among men, there are Sacred Animals among beasts. Tyny and Bok are young Sacred Noble Dragons blessed by Gods across the sea. Close enough, still quite exotic, and less of a bother to move around.
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>>5787123
>>5787051
>>5786977
>support tells our bro the truth. Give an exotic answer to everyone else.
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Get them wearing our heraldry so that everyone knows they are of our household
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>>5787242
This is supposed to be your guy's primary cover. of course you can explain truth to Remon but there are plenty of folk between you and him.
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>>5786977
>Take up the Lizardman’s suggestion
I'm confident enough on what Tee says it's true. Bok isn't wearing something shiny so I guess he can go and sneak while we go to the castle. Meanwhile Tee could ware some cloaks and sit on Adok's wagon, if people ask we found someone in shock on the woods and we're going to give it housing and care so we can investigate further what happened.
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>>5786977
>>Make your own
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>>5786977
>Make your own
Hiding or lying is more of a hassle than necessary me thinks. Anon >>5787088 makes some good suggestions though.
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Tell the truth
>>5786996
>>5787051
>>5787088
>>5787973

Listen to the lizard
>>5787105
>>5787106
>>5787559

Blessed animal
>>5787123
>>5787242

Alright so truth won. Pretty sure the people who voted for truth did not know what they were voting. Honestly, take a few hours to figure that out if this is really what you guys want.
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>>5788149
I think only >>5787051 and >>5787242 weren't sure of the question. >>5787123 is just telling the truth with better framing which fits along just fine with the other measures suggested.
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>>5786977
>Take up the Lizardman’s suggestion
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>>5787088
This can be a good idea. Maybe have Duke Moriset and a Grail Knight sign it too
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The trip back to the Castle was only eventful for the fact that a giant lizard being ridden by another equally unique lizard was next to Lucian and Adok. For Bok’s immense size the large beast did not have any issues keeping with the two more mounted fellows. With this fact Lucian was placed just a little more at ease for their journey.

Peasants were terrorized as they walked up past the villages. It was not far outside the realm of chance for Lucian, who bore the raven of Morr upon both his banner and his helm, but the response was in response to the giant monster that was now following them.

There was no heed placed for them. While Lucian had come up from the hovel of Peasants he had learned just how foolish these kinds of people were. He had seen them numerous times cheat, steal, and lie for whatever gain they could have.

Such a thing does happen with the Nobles, but Lucian had seen this happen to the children by their very own parents. It seemed that only his village of Verac was unlike this. Such was probably why the demons of Chaos killed everyone who lived there with impunity.

Walking up to the castle Lucian saw a messenger who ran up the moment Lucian was in sight. He almost fell over upon seeing the pair of lizards that were walking at the middle of this little caravan of theirs.

“Luke!” Lucian called out to the butler with a firmness that snapped him out of thinking, “What has happened? You seem troubled.”

“M-My lord!” He cried like a banshee, “The King is Dead, the King is Dead!”

Without a second thought Lucian snapped on the reigns of Nightshade and drove the beast through the gates of the castle. Without error or delay the two followed Lucian without a single guard stopping the lizards. Such was the peril each of them were in from the news.
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The courtroom of Remon was filled with the few Knights Errants who he had been gathering for the eradication of the Beastmen. Each of them not noticing Lucian, Adok, or even Tyny as the three of them came towards the throne of the Count.

Remon however noticed with his eyes opened wide as he caught sight of the Lizard, “By the Lady Lucian, what… what is that?”

“This ones is Tee-Ny-Tyny.” The Skink said with bow that would have placed many men ashamed.

“He is an ally of mines now, if you permit it.” Lucian said as he gave a smile, “This man is no beastman and his fellow helped in the killing of those I set out to eradicate. They have heard of the chaos approaching and have come to help.”

Lucian could see the confusion lacing the eyes of Remon as he heard those words, “Then they have good timing if they are Guardians. High King Alexandros has been killed fighting the Norseman Raiders from the north. There was no Heir Apparent for he had only a Daughter, so Bretonnia is without a King!”

“By Morr.” Lucian felt his heart leap with surprise as the news he already heard was confirmed once again.

“I pray to the Ancestor Gods that Thorgrim still stays upon his throne then.” Announced Adok as he marched forward, “Seems your wanting to strike against the undead is coming soon. The Empire also doesn’t have a King.”

“Coincidence, Tee-Ny-Tyny does not think.” The Lizardman said as he glanced at the Dwarf.

“My Lord!” One of the Errants called out with a mighty yell, “I ask that you release me from my task so that I may take the quest to kill the Jabberwock!”

“You are released.” The Count said quickly as he looked at the others, “The same for the rest of you. Leave this Castle and return to your homesteads, lest Chaos takes this chance to gain ground. If you wish to persue the right to becoming the next High King then you can seek the Jabberwock.”

There was a lot of calls coming from the young Knights who charged out of the room without care. So caught up they were in their own stories that they did not notice the Lizard who was licking his eyeball.

“Lucian, tell me why you were away and what happened. Then I can judge what to do with this creature.” The Count said as he glanced at the somewhat contained Lizardman.
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The Count looked upon Lucian with a sense of both skepticism and wonder. After all to believe that someone would just meet that such a mighty creature within the forests nearby at random was beyond common understanding. Even the kind of understanding of someone of his position defied something like this.

“Adok, you say that you have heard of creature like this once before?” The man once again asked to try and gain some kind of confirmation.

“Aye, I do. I have been looking into these beings known as the Old Ones and their kind. If I may say the truth I had dreamed that I would meet someone like Tee-Ny-Tyny. His knowledge would be a great boon to my journey.” The Dwarf with an understanding someone so old could give.

“Then… I will have no issue with them then. However Lucian I do hope that you can care for these creatures.” The Count said.

“I wanted to talk to you about that.” The Knight Errant admitted with a small bit of shyness as he looked upon the ground, “If you could, I would want a Warrant made detailing what these creatures are and linen to make clothing for them. People only think of them as Beastmen because they do not wear clothes, so by giving them my colors all will know who they are.”

“That… can be done.” The Count admitted while giving a nod of understanding, “Now what you have told me, and what has happened, it seems that time has come. I cannot keep you isolated within these walls any longer when Chaos is afoot.”

“Yes!” Agreed the Knight Errant, “We have been talking. Tyny said in the lands of Albion there is… an outpost we can use. What was that for again?”

“If we head there we can learn the concentrations of where the winds of Shyish and Ulgu are building. It was originally meant to help detect Chaos Incursions, but I know we can use the magics there to learn more.” The Lizard told the group.

“Aye, I wouldn’t mind going there. Sounds like a good place for some lost lore.” Adok said with a smirk upon his person.

“Then the other was within the Empire. Adok, those were the lands of Sylvania right?” Lucian tried to confirm.

“Aye, either Sylvania, Stirland, or Ostermark. It's a lot of land for us to cover if we go there without knowing anything else.” The Dwarf pointed out.

>We go for Albion
>Sylvania
>Lets go for the Jabberwock
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>>5788403
>>We go for Albion
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>>5788403
>We go for Albion
Eww England
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>>5788403
>We go for Albion
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... High King of brettonia?
King of the Empire?
When did the titles change?
>>5788403
>We go for Albion
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>>5788465
There is Bretonnia and the Empire. The Emperor of the Empire and High King of Bretonnia is dead. If there was a mix up that was a mistake.
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>>5788403
>We go for Albion
Adok suggested going there before, didn't he?
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>>5788403
>Albion
Inb4 gillidiot becomes high king while we are gone.
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>>5788403
There is an option to go for the jabbewock.........
Fuck Albion!
>Sylvania
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>>5788403
>>We go for Albion
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>>5788465
I think is just Adok using the title of dwarf rulers for human ones.
Also lots of vacant thrones (Duke Moriset being the Regent of Aquitaine for name one, High King of Bretonnia and the Emperor of The Empire dead) around uh... very bad, very suspicious. To add to that in North Brettonia, the armies rallied by the King are still fighting the norscans invaders. The king death was probably a big blow to the bretonnians morale and if there is no prince it might be even worse. Maybe the princess has some guts and will avoid that Couronne and the royal court become desperate. She can't officially rule, but being the royal princess does have still some power.

>>5788403
>We go for Albion
The idea of going after the Jabberwock is interesting, its a big kill to add to our name and legend. And while most of the creature needs to burn a trophy can be made out of it. Not sure if the scales/leather under could be integrated in our armor or are too fucked up by chaos. Probably the latter..and becoming High King...you are High King. No one can say shit anymore. And we can direct ourselves the armies of Brettonia to battle. A man blessed by the gods, is a fit candidate
Still i want to see Albion and see if that geomantic web can be fixed there. Could be a big help to all the world. Maybe we can get an Albion Druid too. Truthsayers they were called ?
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>>5788403

>We go for Albion
Will Lucian get seasick? Will Adok? Will Tyny and Bok?
What sort of magic does a skink priest have anyways?
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I imagine the circle on Norsca on the map, is because after killing the Jabberwock, we would direct ourselves north to Couronne and after that in a counterattack on Norsca. Thats pretty cool honestly. All these options are good, going to Sylvania would mean to pass by Altdorf and we could pray in one of the biggest Morr temples around. Then again after Albion, we could go to Couronne or Norsca it self. End yet another war against Brettonia, cutting to pieces the leader of the norscans. After that to the Empire.
Even Ulthuan is a possible travel option, if we find high elves on Albion. Would probably unlock some very solid elven gifts and a choice of elven companions.

>>5788701
Knowing how to use the geomantic web and likely multiple winds of magic and high magic. They are pretty solid magicians, well trained and disciplined, decent in melee too if needed. If he was a Sotek follower he would have stuff related to that deity.
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>>5788403
>We go for Albion
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We are blessed by Morr to slay the undead. Do not stray from one's path lest we lose their blessing.
The stronger Lucian is, the cockier he will be. One day he will think that victory is by the might of his arm and metal in his armor. Morr will reward him alright...
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>>5788403

>We go for Albion.

It's a corner of the world that doesn't get the attention it deserves. The many incredible monster options alone make the trip worth it.
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>>5788403
>>We go for Albion

being High King is for scrubs, being Murderhobo against Undead, Chaos, Skaven and Greenskins is where it's at.

Would be funny if Gillot somehow became High King.
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>>5788934
No no no, what will happen is that we will be railroaded into the Jabberwock just to save Gilliot. At that moment he will accept that we killed the orc warboss or not, and then we will "share" the claim to the high king, but because of the previous statement, we can't claim it unless we agree, leading to a climatic fight between the two.
This won't happen, the QM give us enough freedom
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>>5788403
Jabberwocks are cool and all, but whens the last time any one slew a Bandersnatch?

No one has, in fact no one has any written record of them other than they should be shunned. This makes them the more dangerous and thus more honorable game.

>We go for Albion
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>>5788934
Its an interesting option honestly. Hardly present in most WHF quests.
More annoying or potentially dangerous, i am not sure if he is learning to chill
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>>5789078
Most Quests in general people try to be top dog. However when you have a goal things like becoming King has a lower priority.
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>>5789204
I agree, if the quest is about getting strong, then that's what matters. I dislike tho, that anons always vote for Lucian being virtuous. It's not a deep character. Gilliot can be deeper in that regard, because the have a path to follow and grow up, while Morr's chosen was... chosen
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>>5789204
That's true enough.

>>5789215
>Grow up
>The jealous, aggressive, offensive knight
>Still offends us through letters
I am sure its just a phase, definetly won't get worse. Not like his word and rank risk to be on the line, or that he is incredibly full of himself and proud.

..... being virtuous is a stupidly important thing though in warhammer. There is no Grail Knights or people blessed by gods that is a sinner. The ones picked by the deities are people chosen because they have this qualities. Sinning is not something that does nothing.
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>>5789238
Yeah but... at least compliment the count's niece!
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“Its too random.” Lucian admitted himself as he nodded towards the Lizard, “If going to Albion will get us the knowledge we seek then I will support it.”

“Then the plan has been struck!” cheered Adok with a loud rumble, “We need to make our ways to Albion!”

“Then the question becomes how you are going to get there.” Count Remon pointed out as he looked over them all, “Bordeleaux would have been the best way to get to Albion but that is where the supports of Prince Gillot are. Unless you are all ready to fight through them then you will need to travel north.”

“That would mean we lose a month to travel, right?” Lucian asked the Count with a good amount of fear coming from the rough understanding he had.

“The three of you could force yourselves on the march. If you do that though I do not think there is anything you can do when trouble comes.” The Count pointed out, “Many armies have been ambushed doing that, and a small group like yours can easily be overwhelmed by Beastmen or Greenskins.”

“Tee-Ny.” Lucian looked towards the Lizardman, “How did you get to Bretonnia? It sounds like Lustria is a great ways away.”

“Those would be the Pathways of the Old Ones.” The Lizard said as one eye focused on the Errant, “We cannot use them though. For each time those paths are open it risks Chaos infiltrating them. We must go there by either land, sea, or if the burrowers have made a way through the ground.”

“Burrowers?” The words seemed almost offensive to Adok, “You suggesting we travel to the Grey Mountains instead? Sure we could travel to Marienburg but the ancestral tunnels have Raki in them.”

“Skaven are prey for Sotek.” The Lizard said as he licked his eye, “It may add more time, but it is safer than a land who just lost their Monarch.”

“So we either got to the mountains, the sea, or the land.” Lucian said with a firming understanding, “Each have curses and blessings.”

“It seems so.” Count Remon confirmed.

>Head to Bordeleaux
>Travel through Bretonnia
>Run through Bretonnia
>Head for the Gray Mountains

The Grey Mountains are closer than they appear on this map. Probably better to plan the route through Total Warhammer's Map from Aquitaine.
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>>5789269
>>Head for the Gray Mountains
We've fought beastmen, undead, and greenskins. Time to add the Skaven to the tally.
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>>5789242
No, Albera is the better girl.
And we did end up becoming friends, so we complemented her, just not started a relationship.
>>5789269
>Head for the Gray Mountains
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>>5789291
The damsel is damn unreachable! It's like getting infatuated with a magazine model and rejecting your with-a-little-more-meat friend!
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>>5789269
>>Head for the Gray Mountains
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>>5789269
>Head to Bordeleaux
Monarch dead and trouble is afoot, perfect time for opportunistic raiders to appear....Dark Elf Slave, wat do?
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>>5789269
>Head to Bordeleaux
>Write to Giliot we're headed to Albion, possibly to our deaths.
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>>5789312
Sounds like quitter talk to me!
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>>5789269
>Head for the Gray Mountains
Adventure awaits! Huzzah!
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>>5789269
>>Head for the Gray Mountains
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>>5789242
Emelina was not bad looking perhaps we should have said it, but it was a bit akward. Lucian had no real education afterall.
A lady favor is not bad to have so i miss it.

>>5789312
We just need to find things in common. Or slay a ton of evil stuff, like vampires.

>>5789269
We do have Truffles and Nightshade would it be fine for them to walk there underground.
- Underground, just terrain worked upon for go in one direction. No risk of great chaos warbands, beastmens, orks and so on. Probably not great terrain for move fast with Nightshade. Lots of Skavens
- Bordeleaux, Gillot will be there with his knights. Fast. Annoying Gillot. Wastes our time possibly.
- Brettonia land, chaotic. More terrain to move with Nightshade. Allies can be found, enemies too.

For Brettonia on land it depends which port is our destination, i imagine the closest that isn't Bordeleaux. And if we go by land, we could travel north near the coast which means killing undead of Fallen Mousillon.
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>>5789390
Underground is Adok's home turf!! An advantage we don't have on the other routes.
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>>5789396
In part.
Actually... we don't need to go north for travel if we want. We can go south to Brionne it has a large port like Bordeleaux, and it is not too far away.
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>>5789411
Smart, but that runs the risks of running through the Bretonnian Countryside and burns more time because you are literally going backwards.

It probably matches the speed of crossing over land normally. I would rate it as equal to cross land travel in both speed and safety, mainly because you not only cross into other folk's lands but places you close to Estonia which is essentially Border Princes.

In troubled times you can guess what they are up too.
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>>5788467
Uh, Machine, Brettonia doesn’t have a high king? They do have a Royarch(king), and that’s it. No one else that has been claimed to be the rightful king of Brettonia has ever had more than one king ruling it at a time, besides when a civil war breaks out. So why is the king of Brettonia, called the High king?
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>>5789269
>Grey mountains
>vote for picking up a squire and maybe a couple of knights/men at arms/crossbow men.
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>>5789515
It was Adoks... mistranslation or something
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>>5789269
>Head for the Gray Mountains
Time to enjoy the hospitality of the dwarves, and maybe continue with the gear/rune upgrades.
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>>5789495
Too bad.
Estalia is slightly less chaotic than the border princes, but yeah war.

>>5789269
>Head for the Gray Mountains
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>>5789269

>Head for the Gray Mountains.
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Lucian did not think long as he gave his response, “It is not in the best interest of time, but I believe that we should travel through the Gray Mountains.”

“Really?” There was a genuine hint of surprise within the voice of the Dwarf.

“It seems like the best gambit.” Lucian said as he could only imagine the terrors, “There are Maraders on the northern shores of Bretonnia and enemies to our west. What if we come across another group of Greenskin just like the one that we wiped out?”

“There are also the people themselves.” Pointed out Tyny with his eyes looking upon both Lucian and Adok, “Chaos will reign until a new King is crowned. Troubles on the roads by warmbloods will cause us to lose the most time.”

“Then I hope you are all ready then.” Adok said with a nod, “The Ancestral Roads of the Dawi are wide enough for something as small as a horse to walk through them, but we face the terrors that lurk underneath the earth.”

“Can we rely upon you as a guide?” Lucian asked the Runesmith.

“Aye, you can.” The Dwarf announced as he reached out and tightened his fist, “We travel through the lands of Bastonne, after which we will reach Karak Ziflin. There will be tunnels there that can take us through the mountain to the Empire and Marienburg.”

“Then our route is set.” Declared the Errant as he raised his fist into the air, “We travel to Albion, my friends!”

With his declaration a cry of joy came from the Skink with a low grumble from Adok.

The day was quickly filled with a riot of item collection and gathering as they all got what was needed for the journey. The wagon that was to be carried by the donkey Truffles was filled to the brim with gear, tools, and wines for their travels. It was at the behest of Tyny that food be taken care of by the Kroxigor, to which those present could not argue.

A full night's rest was theirs.
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Lucian looked at the freshy handcrafted heraldry and vestitures that now wrapped around the neck of the Kroxigor. The creature’s yellow scales making the perfect accent to cement the heraldry upon his body like a white canvas.

Upon the top of the giant was Tyny who was sporting a robe of cloth that went from his shoulder to hip. This did not have the direct heraldry of Lucian upon it but the cloth was clearly inspired by his own.

Near them was the wagon full of all the goods that was loaded in the previous night. At the center of it was a clear stand that was erected into the air. Upon it was the raven holding the fruits of Lucian’s labor. It was by far the most expensive work that Lucian had to invest into yet the green and black dyes made it one of the cheapest heraldic pieces.

Unlike the many times before where Nightshade was covered in simple mail armor forced by Adok, this time the beast was covered in black cloth. Upon the cloth at four seperate places was the Raven which represented Morr. It was all tied together with green accents that ran across the sides and back of the beast where the metal needed to be attached to the cloth for both to stay together.

Lucian himself was sporting the Scythe at his side. Upon his person was of course the black gold armor that held at the center of it the symbol of vengeance. Said armor was now wrapped in green and black cloths to help keep the surface of the armor from blemishing and keep the Knight within it warm.

These nights were getting cold after all.

“Lucian.” Lucian’s inspection of his party was taken from him as Count Remon approached his steed, “You have become the Knight I hoped you would. If only I had not been beaten by the Black Knight I might have been able to join you into my family.”

“The dead get their wishes first.” Lucian told his mentor.

“Aye.” The man gave a nod to the words, “As my suggestion to you, Lucian, is that you should seek out a symbol of the Lady to pray to. That way she will honor you with the Protection that you deserve.”

>Pray at a lake
>Seek out a Grail Shrine
>To the First Chapel of Aquitaine
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>>5790789
>Seek out a Grail Shrine
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>>5790789
>Seek out a Grail Shrine
This was the moment I was waiting for... We've only being ushering prayers to the Lady, but finally as a noble we can actually seek her out and pray without any repercussions. May her blessings rain down to us and crash against our enemies on our travels
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>>5790789
>Seek out a Grail Shrine
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>>5790789
>Pray at a lake
Find a pond deep enough to drown in
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>>5790789
>Pray at a lake
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>>5790789

>Seek out a Grail Shrine
Give the Lady her due!
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>>5790789
How deep does a body of water have to be for it to be a lady lake. Could we not pray at a pond, or dare I say a puddle on short notice? If in the dry season a lady's lake loses enough water does it become a lady's pond or does it cease to be holy until it gains enough water in the wet season to restore it? Who is the authority on the holy bodies of water here
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>>5791024
Why does this feel like a set up for a Monty Python and the Holy Grail?
Half expected for it to end with a question about the validity of kingship based of watery tart throwing swords at people
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>>5790789
>>Pray at a lake
this one is the most... folk like of the three. More rustic if I may. Good with Lucian
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>>5791032
I say, it might be.
Perhaps the lake that proclaimed the last Kingship dried up and he lost his blessings? The waterty tart was drier than a Verac Red, more dried date than Damsel. More prune than Priestess.
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>>5790789
>Pray at a lake

If it was good enough to Giles. It's good enough for us.
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>>5790789
>Seek out a Grail Shrine
Contacting the Lady would probably be best
>>5791024
>inb4 we pray at a slightly recessed bucket of water before a hand comes out and throws a penknife at us
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>>5790789
>Grail shrine
I'm hoping our BAE Albera is there.
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>>5790789
>>Seek out a Grail Shrine
Albera time
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>>5790789
Yeah nah we aren't just going away with this convo
>Write in
"Before i depart, Count Remon i wish to say that your aid and teaching alongside the one of your niece and Adok were of great help. And not for just becoming a knight, but for caring for me all this year and making me a better man. Even if we aren't family by blood, Castle Veristage has given me the same warmth my family and the temples of Morr did. Thank you, i will never forget it."

>To the First Chapel of Aquitaine
Its near us, we have visit the place countless times, we can get a talk with the Morr Priests here (that know Lucian by a decent amount of time, and would likely support his efforts further) and for symbolism is a stupidly important place.
Also Alabera works here, she is assigned to this place, if you want to see her or talk with the girl get here. Anywhere else we might not find her, here certain.
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>>5790789
>>Seek out a Grail Shrine
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>>5791024
Its likely big and medium size lakes in remote places.
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>>5790789
>Seek out a Grail Shrine
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>>5790798
Changing to
>To the First Chapel of Aquitaine
Because anon said that's where Albera is
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>>5791566
i mean its written in both the quest, the dramatis personae of Machine in the first posts and the unofficial pastebin
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>>5791623
I had forgotten about her whereabouts when I voted, you mentioning that made me go check
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>>5791625
np then
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>>5790789
>Draw a doodle of the Lady on a piece of parchment and glue it onto your underwear to protect your chastity from Slaneesh and Rat Furrys.
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>>5790786
If we are passing by Bastonne and Duke Guion is there, we could have him sign the Warrant too. Count Remon signature is well and good, but if there are more signatures on the Warrant it will make it even more important and verified.
On that note better place the warrant in a thick box, well protected.
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>>5790789
Changing my vote to
>To the First Chapel of Aquitaine
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>>5790789
I'm changing my vote >>5790809 to
>To the First Chapel of Aquitaine
Because I wanna see our wife
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The First Chapel
>>5791566
>>5791745
>>5791413
>>5791731

Grail Shrine
>>5790833
>>5791007
>>5791258
>>5791360
>>5791524
>>5791558

A Lake
>>5790835
>>5790840
>>5791035
>>5791254

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“As I should.” Admitted the Knight Errant as he nodded in acceptance, “There should be a Grail Shrine between here and there. I can pray at one of these without losing any more time from the path that I will be taking towards Albion.”

“I have heard of one just south of the border with Bastonne. You will find it in a grassy field where a lake used to sit.” The Count said as he stepped away from the young Knight, “Pray there for her protection.”

There was a small welt of emotion within the heart of Lucian as he heard those words. It was a realization to Lucian here and now that it was likely the last time that the two will ever see each other. If Remon was lucky then he shall continue to act as the Count of this county but such chances were less and less likely.

A Knight who could not protect his home after all might not be called a Knight at all.

If they could not do that, then what right did they have to rule?

“I will pray for both a safe journey and for your own safety, Remon.” Lucian said as he gave a shallow smile, “If Morr allows it we shall meet once again under the sun.”

“He shall.” The Count said now a good distance from Lucian so that the Knight could march forward, “Goodbye, Lucian the Durand.”

“Goodbye, Remon.” The words coming from Lucian’s voice sounded final. Lucian wondered if these were the omens of Morr trembling through his flesh.

With those words Lucian left the Count and walked his way up to his companions. The Wagon that Truffles drove was modified with a seat for the dwarf to sit upon. It was shorter than a carriage but held the same elegance as one. Lucian noticed that an anvil covered in dwarven runes sat closest to the Dwarf.

At his other side was Tee-Nee-Tyny upon his mighty Bok. The larger creature laying low as if momicing a wolf more than man like the Skink was. In truth it did not look out of place to Lucian and might have been something of the original design of the creature before it became upright.

“My fellows, my friends, we march off now.” Lucian announced at the heights of his voice, “We march in the name of the Lady, Thungri, the Old Ones, and Morr! Together may we resist Nagash and his followers! To Albion!”

And with that declaration the three of them set off.
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The roads of Aquitaine were a familiar sight to Lucian. Across the horizon were the vineyards, orchards, and plantations that were all devoted to the production of the wines the region was famous for. The sun only accented these lands as it gave everything that was infront of them more color than it had any right to have.

Lucian could tell the people were anxious as they passed. Being a Black Knight did carry something of a stigma about it and yet it was most likely their Lizardman companions who were bringing the most ire.

“So we should make it to the border close to sundown you thinkin?” Asked Adok as the Dwarf lounged in the driver’s chair had made for himself.

“We should be. Count Remon was already close to the border as it was and we do not have an entire force of infantry marching with us.” Lucian said as he remembered the maps that he was pouring himself over the previous night, “This road will take us to the shrine and border to Bastonne.”

As they were talking Lucian could hear a low rumble from the Kroxigor. It was enough to get the attention of Lucian and Adok for it seemed odd. It was not the rumble of a monster, but sounded close to a call out.

It was Tyny who provided the translation, “There is a warmblood ahead of us on the road. Bok can smell its warmblood dripping upon the soil.”

The two fighters prepared their weapons upon the obvious weariness within the lizard’s voice. Specifically blood being mentioned was enough to get Lucian slightly agitated. The rune which sat at his chest however did not rumble against the coming fight.

The sense of the beast was proven as they crossed three whole hills before arriving at the injured person. The body of who laid at the side of the road in a ruinous fashion.

They all watched as the person raised their head towards them all, “H-help…”

With a wave of his hand Lucian had his fellows stop in their tracks. With hesitation he marched his beast forward towards the fallen figure.
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“Peasant.” Lucian called out to the man with a hard bellow so that his voice would carry, “Why are you near the door of Morr’s Garden and we might help you.”

“M-my cattle. I was-” The man gave a pained expression as he grabbed his chest, “I was getting home when… when lights danced before our eyes. They ran, one of them k-kicking me as they did.”

The man must have been a modestly wealthy peasant if he had Cattle, Lucian guessed, which was at odds with how dirty his clothing was. Those that could be described as Cattle Barons, for they took as much pride in their cattle as a Baron to his horses, had enough wealth to have holeless clothing. Lucian could count six holes just from being above the man.

“Are you asking for help wrangling them? I cannot give that for I am on a quest.” Lucian said rightfully. He wanted to give an apology for that yet the code prevented it. He was a noble and this man a serf, there was no reason he would help in such duties.

“I… I do not need such generosity.” The man said as he got to his knee, “C-can you take me home. I pray to Shallya that they meet me there.”

“Taking another body would not hurt, but I do not think this lad can take another body.” Adok said as he patted Truffles on the rear.

“Tyny do not sense any magic in the air…” Tyny said as he licked his eyes. There was a clear suspicion within his words at the fact for it went against the words of the person.

“Where is your home?” Lucian asked the stranger for a precious piece of information.

“It…” The man gave a small cough while holding his chest, “It is east my Lord. I live in Chambourcin, the last county before Bastonne.”

That would place this person, conveniently, close to where the shrine would be.

>Take him
>Leave him to rot
>Send another traveler to pick him up.
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>>5792071
>Take him.

my money is on a cattle theif.
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>>5792071
>>5792081
>take him
>Prepare for steaks tonight since he's probably faking it for either bandits or gillidiot
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>>5792071
>Write in
"Describe me the lights you have seen and what you felt upon seeing them."
"Do you know of the Battle of Morr’s Passing ?"
Ask Tyny if he can sense anything strange from the man it self or from his wounds before going away. And have Bok and Adok, check our surroundings.

>Take him
Clean and wrap his wounds then to his home.
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>>5792071
>Take him
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>>5792071
>Take him
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>>5792071
>>Take him
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>>5792083
He is not faking it, for we could smell the blood from afar...

A Knight Errand meets many bumps along the way. Their quest has a road that must be threaded. The risk of an ambush is a minor concern

>Take him
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There were a couple worries that this man could cause Lucian if he were to pick the man up. First and foremost being that the person could be leading them towards a trap. Indeed the Peasant Knight wondered if this person was an elaborate trap set by Gillot for capturing him. Yet Lucian had not given to the young warrior any notice of their departure.

If this man seeked to stab them in the back, in a more literal manner, than he would find each of them a hard target. Especially so to Lucian whose blackened armor was built to be resistant to things like daggers through the gaps.

“Tyny, what do you sense from this man? Does he have any issues? Does he still bleed?” Lucian asked as he brought Nightshade close to the fellow.

The lizard replied to those words with a series of clicks and yips that were unlike the guttural grunts of the beast below him. Yet this was the tongue of the Lizardmen to the understanding of Lucian. One would call it a savage tongue, and Lucian would agree only to the extent that it was lesser. After all, it was clear that Bok could only speak in the tongue of the Lizards and no others.

“The man bleeds in his stomach.” The Lizardman announced, “Tyny does not sense magic, but mages can hide themselves if no spell is casted.”

“Alright, Peasant.” Lucian had his voice boom to gather the strength and attention it needed, “You shall ride with me for the trip to your home and no longer. I grant this to you this in the mercy of both the Lady and Morr. A betrayal of my kindness would be frowned upon by both deities.”

“Thank you my lord!” The Peasant cried out either not paying attention to the subtle threat Lucian delivered, not realizing it, or not caring as he steadily got to his feet, “C-can you help me up?”

Without a response, as according to custom, Lucian reached down and presented his hand to the man. The fellow lifted his hand from his stomach and took the hand of the Knight. With an effort of strength from both the Knight and the man, he was lifted onto Nightshade with only a whimper.

As the man passed Lucian though he could not help but smell the scent indescribable. While it was indescribable Lucian could not help but admit that it was pleasant to him.

An ounce of embarrassment came across the cheeks of the Knight and so he shook it off. With a snap of the reigns they moved once again towards the horizon of the rising sun.
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For hours they did not stop and for that time they did not talk. Most likely it was because of the stranger that was with them, tying up the mouth of both Adok and the Skink. Lucian could not help but notice the later was using one of his eyes to independently look upon them and keep an eye upon the peasant who was riding with Lucian.

It was not subtle and Lucian knew the Lizard was wise enough to be just that. Was he acting like this because of his customs or that hint of distrust that was given earlier?

“Sir Knight, can you tell me your name?” The Peasant finally asked after what was hours worth of road. Maybe he held his tongue because of the pain or maybe it was because he simply gained the confidence to ask.

“I am Lucian of Verac.” Declared the Black Knight with sterness.

“You… you would be Lucian the Durand!” The Peasant realized within an instant as he must have glowed with excitement. Lucian did not look at him and instead continued his looking towards the roads before him.

“Indeed I am.” The Knight responded.

“You are the slayer of the Ork Warlord!”

“I am only one of two who slayed the creature.” Lucian corrected the Peasant from embellishing his story, “And even that is in dispute at the moment.”

“Yes, I have heard, Sir Gillot was he. The man who tried to steal your kill at the final moments of a long fight.” The Peasant said in a clear attempt to try and egg Lucian on. To get on his good side.

“I do wonder in my mind if I could slay such a creature myself.” He gave words of admittance, “What the facts that happened was that he helped me slay the Warlord of the greenskins. If I had the ability to slay it, is irrelevant now.”

“Those are quite humble words, my Lord.”

The Knight could not help but be taken aback by those words. He should not have paid such credence to them but it struck a chord within his very heart. He was a man from humble beginnings who is now trying to do great things. He had not even consider that he’s yet to let his position go to his head.

But then it was the cooler head prevails.
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They carried on from there for roughly another hour before the next question was asked. Lucian had to note that the amount of Vineyards was decreasing by the mile and he had personally stopped recognizing the country side. They were closing in on the border.

One more county, a few more hours, Lucian reasoned.

“My Lord, if I may ask, what is this question that you had set yourself upon?” The question was asked without much fanfare.

Lucian looked towards the Lizard and Adok. The later did not much care and focused his eyes on the scenery that was around them while Tyny did not move his eye at all. He had licked it here and there, but never did it break contact with the person who was on his saddle.

It was here that Lucian decided to go with his gut and give an answer, “I am traveling to Albion for knowledge.”

“Oh, the land of Giants!” The Peasant said which caused Lucian a moment of confusion.

“You know of it?” The Peasant said honestly. When he was within Verac he barely knew of the Empire nextdoor, let alone what was the island so far off the shores of Bretonnia.

“I heard that it was covered by a mist throughout the entire year.” said the Peasant with some wonder, “I knew some sailors who tried to go there once but every time they entered the fog they were seemingly turned around. Came out the same place they went in.”

“I have not heard that.” Lucian gave his surprise and interest now, turning to see the Peasant giving a smile.

“Yes, my Lord, I heard it from the same fisherman.” The fellow said with some excitement within his voice, “I heard that there are massive creatures that are the size of houses walking around and carving both stone and wood. I can only imagine what it would be like.”

“You’re kinda right.” Lucian gave such a perspective some thought.

“Is there something you are looking forward to my lord, besides the main reason for your quest?” The Peasant asked with a small smile.

>Meeting new peoples
>Seeing new places
>The battle of it all!
>Other
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>>5793158
>>Other
....

also... is this guy a spy trying to weasel info out of us?
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>>5793158
>Other
I wish to do honor to The Lady and Morr, in all my thoughts, words and deeds.

Yeah there is no reason to be BFF with a peasant who is pretty suss.
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>>5793158
>Other
>To learn more of the world and the people we protect
He could also be a someone from the grail shrine in disguise testing us
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>>5793158
>Other
"I wish to strengthen even further my faith with Morr and the Lady, and to honor them. And if there are foul enemies to cut down then they will meet my scythe"
"But i am also Intrigued by Albion. This will be an opportunity for me, for learn more of the world and the people we protect"
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>>5793164
>>5793173
+1
Sussy Peasant. Probrobly a brigand.
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>>5793158
>>Other
>The favour of the Lady
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>>5793158
>Other
There be monsters up in those northerly lands
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>>5793158
>I wish to Honour the Lady and Morr.
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>>5793173
>>5793187
>Supporting these
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I say that after we lie about our goals, we should really press the guy. It's weird that he gave us that feeling after he got up on us, and all the things Lucian noticed of the guy are really sus.

>Ask him more about the attack he suffered and these "lights"
>Say how "curious" it is for him to have cattle and still clothes on such conditions. Someone like him could surely wear nicer clothes on better conditions, and if it was an attack then the clothes would be even worse, or perhaps the nature of the "attacks of the lights" affected him on another level, in which case we should look before leaving him on the house
>Ask him for the wound on X side. We say the wrong side or place the wound really is, and if it doesn't correct then point that out
>"I'm going to be honest, peasant. Your appearance was unexpected like the weird attack you suffered, appearing on the road with no apparent help coming to you after Morr knows how much time you were there, and also it results your destination it's in the same route as the one of my group and I. If there's some other nature or hidden reason about it, I say you should declare it now, because if something is bound to happen further on the road, I would be forced to act"

We can either say all of these on that same order, different or maybe skip some, but with how many hours we passed talking with him, we might as well do this know with how close were of the town. Oh, and idk how the geography works, but I wanna say that if there's no open port on the town we're leaving this guy we should also point out how well lectured and knowing he is, when before turning in a Knight we barely knew about our territory
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>>5793480
Now we are essentially between the Bordeleaux duchy and the Bastonne duchy, in land. There might be a river, and the peasant likely lives in a village, but no access to sea. On the topic of maps, there is a very detailed map of Brettonia by searching for brettonian maps (like autistically detailed). And there is also a site with an official full big map of warhammer fantasy.
http://www.gitzmansgallery.com/shdmotwow.html
https://www.reddit.com/r/warhammerfantasyrpg/comments/ouj2hg/just_finished_this_unofficial_map_of_bretonnia/?rdt=48204

This said, your questions are good and should be asked. I suspect the man might be a vampire thrall or it is actually something good and a moral trial of sort before reaching the grail shrine.
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Ah what's more strange is also how talkative he is with a noble, and not saying his name.
If he is a brigand, i am surprised. They don't go after knights usually. It's a bad prey, stupidly dangerous and with friends/companions. Even in numbers and with decent equipment, is not a brilliant choice especially with Lucian being a blessed and chosen man of Morr. Mercenaries maybe ? No, feels like a bad idea even for them.
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Some of you are as close as Aquitaine, some are as far as Lustria. None are close enough yet they are on the right path.
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>>5793828
what you think of the maps ? Could be used ?
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>>5793828
>indescribable but pleasing scent
Temple incense? Merchant Spices? Grapes? Good soil? Some divine favor manifested? Or that fresh peasant smell that reminds him of piling into the family bed.

Clearly hes not a real peasant. I think he is a priest or aspiring man of some means, seeking knights who would help a man on the road. Testing his virtues with a few questions. If not for himself then whoever he serves.
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>>5793848
While the map is nice, ironically it's not big enough. Bretonnia is about half the size of the Empire, which makes is as big as middle Europe. When we talk Duchies, we are not talking Crusader Kings size duchies but realms that can be Kingdom amongst themselves like the provinces of the Empire.

All this to say there is a whole lot of small counties and villages missing. My assumption is Bretonnia has about the same fort density as the HRE near regions of terror. which makes it really dense and have a lot of places.
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>>5793862
Ah okay i hoped it would help
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>>5793817
My bets are on Slaaneshi cultist.
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Silence
>>5793164

Honor the lady (Missing the Point)
>>5793173
>>5793195
>>5793210
>>5793269

Protect People
>>5793187

Fight!
>>5793249
>>5793281
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>>5794226
Lol
Akward moment i guess
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The words that were being said, how casual they were being said. This random peasant that Lucian had taken up from the road was surely not who they were calling themselves. Yet Lucian could not guess who or what they were.

Such thoughts were affecting his mind to the point that he spoke, “I am on the quest to gain the favor of both the Lady and Morr. There is no other purpose in life.”

“Really?” Lucian could feel the subtle confusion coming from the man without even having to see him, “My Lord, you are to travel to lands beyond what many in Bretonnia dare. Even Nobles like yourself. And you do not have a sense of anything other than the quest at hand?”

“But that is not the quest.” Lucian pointed out to the peasant, “I do not have lofty aims of becoming a Grail Knight or King of Bretonnia. If I was then I would have gone after the Jabberwock.”

“But to gain the favor of the Gods would give you the power to succeed in your quest.” The Peasant struck a heavy cord with a simple line.

Lucian felt his head hurt at such a suggestion. Yes that was the truth but why was a peasant like this one thinking three steps ahead of what Lucian could think. Maybe this was because the man was from better blood than he, able to think like a Noble instead of the peasant mind that Lucian inherited by blood.

“My Lord, do you not see the forest for the trees?” The Peasant once again hammered, “Do you not see yourself after the success?”

“Stop it.” Lucian’s tongue became sharp as barbs at that. His head was already hurting by the logic and the Peasant was trying to drive a point home, “You are digging too deeply into the life of a Nobleman, peasant, when I do not even know your name. Back off.”

Those words were enough. The Peasant was scared into silence upon the threat. Yes there was no violence within those words and in truth Lucian did not think he would kill the man for such arrogance, but it was still becoming a problem. One did not let the bard pry into matters that should not be sung.

They traveled for several more hours crossing villages and towns whose names Lucian vaguely heard of before. Lucian could guess that they were arriving in the Chambourcin when he caught sight of the castle which sported a grape banner draped across the towers.
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“My Lord, this is where I will need to get off.” Lucian heard the peasant speak once again after hours of being told to back off.

“Do so.” Lucian said without giving the courtesy of helping him down upon the ground.

As he unloaded, still gripping his stomach, the Peasant struggled to make their landing. It seemed that even though he talked quite a bit during their journey, he was still affected by the injury.

Or, it could be, he remembered that he needed to act like he was injured.

“I thank you for the generosity my Lord.” The Peasant gave a bow of respect, “You are in the area to look for the Grail Shrine, correct? Its very close, I can lead you to it if you want. I ask though that you go alone.”

Lucian did not need to reference his companions for he could already feel the eye of the skink upon them, “I would not want to leave my companions behind. Especially for someone of the likes of you.”

“Wisdom traces across your voice, oh Lord.” The Peasant said as he rose, “I ask then that you atleast try to find it on your own. The shrine is shy and does not readily appear.”

“A shrine is no fay.” Lucian said as he felt this creature was speaking more riddles.

“It is my suggestion to you, my Lord. If you will not have my guidance than I will leave.” The man said while giving another bow, “I thank you for taking me here. It has helped me greatly.”

>Fine, lead the way
>I will go, ALONE
>Alright everyones, lets go searching.
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>>5794264
>I will go, ALONE
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>>5794264
>I will go, ALONE
>Tell Adok to take the horse and Truffles on a stable and he can wait for us in the Inn. And also tell Tee to try and keep an eye on the Peasant for a while, if he's clean then he could either join Adok or wait for us doing whatever he wants. If there's a problem surely Bok and him could feel our or Adok scent.
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>>5794264
>I will go, ALONE
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>>5794264
>I will go, ALONE
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>>5794264
>>Fine, lead the way
One does not simply ignore a strange peasant that conveniently showed up when we wanted to get here... and they know the way to the shrine, despite them saying “I ask then that you atleast try to find it on your own. The shrine is shy and does not readily appear.” ?? I want to bite the hook
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>>5794263
To be fair thinking on it Machine.
I actually believe the answer we gave was perfect. Absolutely in fact, so much it stunned the creature.
Lucian placed himself in the hands of his beloved gods, he has receive some affection and care in Castle Veristage but in comparison to what was lost he has nothing else but his faith.
That might change again, and perhaps he will have a new purpose alongside the devotion and duty to his deities.
And well we are also paranoid, but that's just warhammer in general it cannot be avoided really unless is clear.

>>5794264
>I will go, ALONE
>Tell Adok to take Nightshade, Truffles and the Wagon on a stable and he can wait for us in the Inn. And also tell Tee to try and keep an eye on the Peasant for a while, if he's clean then he could either join Adok or wait for us doing whatever he wants. If there's a problem surely Bok and him could feel our or Adok scent.
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>>5794226
Not really missing the point.

The point was to avoid giving an actual answer, technically true but very unhelpful to anyone who means us ill. Like a bandit. A thief. Or a spy for gilliot.

And again. . Its the truth. We look forward to bringing honour to the Gods, because we are a fervent believer of Morr's doctrine and enjoy his patronage.

>>5794264
>Lead the way
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>>5794263
>>5794264

lool real Shirou hours over here.
"I will carry out JUSTICE."
"But if you were a great mage you could achieve justice."
"................Justice will achieve Justice."

>I will go, ALONE
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>>5794264
>Fine, lead the way

We don’t have time to waste looking for “shy” shrines. If this “peasant” can assist us then we will take his assistance.

He knows more about the Lady than we do (probably due to us having been a peasant and not worshipping her until recently, so we still don’t think like a noble in many ways). Maybe this guy is Merlin.

I don’t know much about the setting, but if we get her favor does that mean we go on a path to searching for the grail, drinking from it, and ultimately meeting the Lady herself? I don’t think that is the path Lucian wants right now as he has other priorities, but it does seem like something to look forward to. I’m assuming the only reason she would give us her favor would be to protect Bretonnia.
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>>5794264

>I will go, ALONE.

What is the worst thing that could possibly happen?
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>>5794264
>>I will go, ALONE
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>>5794264
>lead the way
Guys it's either some deity or enemy. Either way we shouldn't leave the peasant.
I hope he is leading us to an ambush. Murder hobo time.
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>>5794411
Looking for the grail only starts when a knight becomes a Knight of the Realm. Lucian is a Knight Errant, so the quest will not start for him until he gains the new title. I don't think the Lady would do such a bad move to Lucian, when he clearly has other stuff to complete first before going on the Grail Quest (if he wants).
Doing the Grail Quest, you basically ditch anything else beside the essentials like weapons, armor and horse. And go and find it. Until you find the Grail and drink from it, you will not see again your stuff and companions. It can be a long time or short. It probably depends on how Machine wants to do it, I do believe he wouldn't want to write a whole thread about Lucian being alone doing the Grail Quest. Maybe some posts.

What we are doing now is about gaining her favor, which is a minor divine boon essentially.
I thought it would have been a prayer on a shrine, but the Lady might want to turn this in something else ? Like a lesson or aiding Lucian in discovering himself.
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>>5794286
Changing my vote to

>Lead the way
After what some anons said then it could be better if we still get the peasant close, and if it's an enemy I think we can take him
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Lucian did not hesitate to give his answer to the peasant, “I will be going there, alone.”

“I see, then your wisdom is great.” The Peasant said as he gave a small bow.

With a tug of his reigns Lucian brought Nightshade closer to Bok and the giant lizard’s rider. Tyny had turned so that the other eye of his was now focusing on the approaching Knight. His tongue flicked up and licked the eye, just another reminder that the person who Lucian saw to work with was not human.

Upon his approach Lucian spoke in a low voice, “Tyny, can you watch the Peasant for me. If he is ally with brigands or bandits, I don’t want them to have a jump on me.”

“Yessss.” The Lizard’s tongue became closer to a slyther.

There was a subtle spark of a primal fear for Lucian there for the motion reminded him of a snake. The little vipers that would strike at him if he made a mistake of any kind around their nest.

Yet here Lucian wondered if it was closer to the reptile keeping its eye on prey. Waiting for the right moment to strike.

The fear that he experienced did not do anything to Lucian though. Death did not hold its grip upon him, “Thank you.”

The Skink did not respond nor nod its head. The beast simply keeping to its duty as it was requested and desired. Unless something drastic was to happen the Lizard would show the single mindedness to the task at hand.

“May your gods shine on you!” Cheered Adok as Lucian walked away from the Lizardman.

“Aye, thank you!” The Peasant called out as he steered his steed towards the forest.

There was no other words from anyone. Lucian simple walked into the forest without any direction or suggestion. If the Peasant was a brigand then he shall simply kill the bandits. If not…

Lucian looked back to see that the forest had blocked his vision.

That peasant might be something far greater than what Lucian could imagine.
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The forest was serene and calm, much like the forest that Verac was in for so long. There was no signs of beastmen nor was there a mushroom belonging to the greenskin. The forest floor was filled with twigs, meaning that the peasants of this area for some reason never came here to forage for such goods.

That was very odd, Lucian reasoned, for what would keep what was once his people from scouting this place out for such lifelines. Even the threat of bandits would only last a few days until the bandits informed the lords who were all too eager to try out their blade on flesh.

Lucian will count his blessings that the forest tops were high in the air. Not yet even after an hour of searching did he need to dismount his beast. Maybe it was a sign that the Grail Shrine was nearby, that the Lady blessed the area so that her Knights did not need to dishonor themselves in search of her monument.

During his walk Lucian’s mind wandered back to the peasant. It was becoming more and more clear with every step that nightshade made that he was indeed no bandit. While there could always be a chance of ambush, especially in a place as thick with foliage as this, the fools would have surely sunken their fangs into Lucian within the last half hour instead of waiting this long.

It was then that he caught sight of something. Nightshade did not need urging as the beast knew that Lucian wanted to look at what it too noticed. When Lucian gazed upon it he wondered if the forest was indeed playing him now.

Before him was a cow. The livestock calmly ate the leaves of some bushes. It did not care that Lucian had found it, only that the leaves it was eating were surely delicious.

Could it be the peasants for being so far away? Indeed the beast would have returned close to home like this one when it was easily routed by forest fay. As Lucian watched the beast begin to move he wondered if the story was still indeed true or somebody had simply lost their cow in the forest.

Or, perhaps, something further was amidst.

>Grab the cow and return it
>Follow the cow
>Leave the cow
>Kill the cow.

Early update because I have a Tourney today!
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>>5794911
>>Follow the cow
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>>5794911
>Follow the cow
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>>5794843
Thanks

>>5794911
>Follow the cow
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>>5794911
>Follow the cow
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>>5794911
What do cows mean... I guess I will go with the most fantastical fey option

>Follow the cow
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>>5794911
>>Follow the cow
While doing so check the cow and see how healthy it is. The Peasant background should help.
After that just walk with the cow and look around really. Maybe its a beast like Truffles, a pure and good animal ?

>>5794940
No problems
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>>5794911
>Follow the cow
What the cow doin'?
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>>5794911
>Talk to the cow: "how now, brown cow?"
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>>5794911
>Follow the cow
"Touch the cow, do it now."
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>>5794911
>>Follow the cow
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Cow
>>5794925
>>5794929
>>5794948
>>5794956
>>5795030
>>5795090
>>5795675
>>5794940
>>5795004

Follow the Cow
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>>5796812
It's moo time
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That… was extremely odd Lucian had to admit. Coming just that little bit closer to the lone bovine the knight observed its brown fur. It looked short and hard, just as it should, yet he did not fully trust his vision yet.

The animal continued eating the leaves without care as it was not being observed. A dullard of a breed just like all its other kin, such creatures barely even caring what was happening around them. All this creature really cared about was if it was being fed and where it could sleep. Even something as simple as safety was gone for it has lived among mankind for so long.

As he stood before the cow Lucian was able to study it just that little bit more. It was a milking female, the animal still having a full utter of milk. The painful issue here was that if the cow was not milked in the next few days, then she will dry up and likely cost the family a fortune.

While it has not happened to Lucian he has seen it happen to another branch of his family. Three of his cousins died that winter because they could not get enough milk from the rest of the cows within the village.

He inspected the eyes and found them to be the deep black that was always expected of their kind. The unthinking state of its being evident as he looked deeply in an unthinking abyss.

It was here, as Lucian decided to stop judging with his eyes and reached down towards its pelt. Beyond Lucian’s expectations it was soft like a cat’s fur.

With a gentle movement the cow raised its head and moved away from Lucian. At first Lucian thought it was simply moving because he touched it, but as Nightshade closed upon the animal it moved again. Any thoughts of that the Black Knight was herding the cow was dashed as the beast walked from Lucian’s left to the right. There, a path that the Knight Errant did not notice before.

Lucian did not even entertain any other ideas. The Knight simply followed the odd cow as it walked gently through the forest as if it had always been here. He knew that there might have been trouble afoot, yet no concern could be felt.

With every step the forest grew more and more alive. The normal sounds of a forest became deathly silent as Lucian saw a ray of sunlight among the trees.

It was here Lucian watched as the cow walked around a tree, yet the animal did not appear on the other side of it. It had disappeared from the sight of Lucian without even an hint at the illusion it casted. Maybe, Lucian guessed, it had disappeared for they had arrived.

With that logic made Lucian walked towards the light.
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The ray of golden light struck by the figure of a woman whose fabric was softened by the perfection of artistry. She was standing there with a grail fitted into her hand that still had flecks of the gold paint which rested upon it. The marble, at various parts, was incrusted with pieces of ruby, turquoise, and diamond.

His breath was taken. There was nothing more beautiful than the woman who stood before Lucian. Yet there was nothing more he could do than admire the beauty for it was a statue and not a person. Flesh was stone and the grail within her hands was also part of the statue itself.

This was the grail shrine. A statue made in the memory of a man who had not only glanced at the Lady of the Lake, but was able to capture his memory of the goddess with his own two hands. Such a piece must have taken several years to create by sheer workmanship alone. The value in such a statue was beyond counting, but Lucian knew that of such a thing was allowed several Counts, Barons, and even Dukes would give an entire castle to host this within their garden.

“She is a beauty, is she not.” Lucian looked over to see the Peasant walking in. The Knight knew that the man had not been there a moment ago, and guessed that whatever happened was the same effect that cow had used to hide from Lucian.

They were both fay, or atleast fay like, he comprehended.

“Beyond.” Lucian could not stop himself from being brutally honest, “Not even the Damsel Albera the Golden could compare to the Lady of the Lake.”

“Agreed.” The ‘Peasant’ said as he walked over and admired the statue far more, “This was made by Grail Knight Osmond, the same one who you saved from oblivion nearly a year ago from this day. It was by his hands that this was created to honor the lady.”

“He did it.” Lucian said as he looked upon the Peasant, “Who are you?”

The Peasant gave a smile that was both whimsal and confident. A snapping of his fingers caused a spark of light that traveled up his arm and across his face. Clothing that he was wearing was set alight allowing free the fabrics that were hiding underneath.

A small burning smell came from her, but Lucian breath was once again taken by surprise as Albera the Golden, the Damsel to who he admired, stood before him.

She had played a trick upon Lucian and it had worked perfectly.
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He stared at her for nearly as long as he gazed upon the sculpture of the Lady. Only after his mind was recovered did he finally ask, “H-how?”

She placed a finger upon her lips with the smile still held, “It is a secret.”

“Why?” Was the immediate question that Lucian pushed himself to ask. He could feel himself fighting against the words but not because of fear, it was simply the awe of wonder he felt.

Her smile changed from that of the fay to that of man, becoming just that little less wide and eyes softening. Her voice was like a soft rain upon Lucian’s senses, “I have come here to hear your Oath, Lucian, and to send you off. This much should be done for someone who has done so much in the Lady’s service.”

“I… I… I don’t know.” Lucian held his head for a moment, “I… I yelled at you. Ordered a Damsel!”

“You did not, you ordered about a Peasant.” She said with reassurance, “Such was the face you saw. No injury was done.”

The words were clear that she did not mind what he did to her at those moments. Yet he did not forget what she said during that time, for those words were surely not divorced from the person. Yet was there any meaning within it?

Lucian did not know.

“The guise of the Lady looks upon us.” Albera said as she presented a hand towards the statue, “She herself is here to witness as I speak with her voice. Lucian the Durand, Black Knight, Heir of Ruin, you may now give me your words. To what deeds shall you achieve on this Quest for enlightenment against the dreadful enemy of undeath?”

Lucian would need to be careful here. These Vows were as binding as marriage. Only in death will Lucian be freed from them, and he should not bear to face Albera unless his Vows are completed. If it was a vow of conduct, failure would lose him all chances to becoming a Grail Knight.

The Vows, beyond all matters, was a way for Knights to Ascend. If Lucian completed the Vow, there will be not stopping to making him a Knight of the Realm. It was said, even, that completing a great enough vow could curry a miracle from the Lady herself.

Things that have been sworn in the past have been the vowing to slay a Great Monster. To Never Retreat. To Defend the Realm. To Lay Low the Tyrants. To Protect Those in Need. Lucian shall choose his vows carefully and wisely, for if he accomplished them on this Quest then his water shall turn to wine and his heart into steel.

>Write it, Anons. Write the Vow! We will see what you guys come up with and then make votes after 7 est. Because of this you guys should not be ashamed to post anything for there is no risk of vowing without intent.
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>>5796907
that looks AI generated
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>>5796911
Apparently its a cow named Buttercup.
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>>5796910
I don't know much of warhammer fantasy... uuh...
>>Bring peace to Mousillon
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>>5796910
>"I vow to avenge Verac, by slaying the vampiress who destroyed it."
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>>5796928
redundant don't you think
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>>5796926
I'll have to deny this one. For suggestions think of Chivalry and use this as a chance to amplify that idea. So if Lucian swore 'To put every body he comes across to rest' then he shall need to do so.

>>5796928
This is the Quest to Albion, she is not involved. An idea would be 'If I see the Vampiress, I shall stop at nothing to slay her'.
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>>5796943
ohhhh
ignore me, then, I'll wait for someone more chivalrously minded to come up with something.
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>>5796910
Ok QM I really need some guide here because I don't know anything about WHF. I was writing a whole speech first about killing the vampire that killed our family until I updated and saw you banning it, and I was making another one about chasing the undead if they show up on our Quest, but I feel that it's so in the air that if there's the case we don't find them, we betray our vow, or the other case I choose to don't write it is because that would be more appropriate for Morr and not the Lady itself.

So I have to questions:
1) if the second idea of killing the undead we find on our journey are valid, even if the Undead are more of Morr's realm
2) What are the things the Lady favors more, and what are the Lady's sweared enemies? As in, Morr enemies are Undead, what or who does the Lady hate the most?
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I hope this sort of fits the bill
>>5796910
My honoured lady and fair damsel, I am a knight seeking your favour and yet I am also allied to the cause of Morr. I would pledge myself to your cause of extending your grace to your allies & friends of Bretonnia and fighting your enemies, but my raison d'etre is fighting the forces of undeath first and foremost as you well know.
If in such circumstances I find the vanquished remnant forces of our High King then I pledge to see them receive safe passage to return back to Bretonnia where they might rearm and fight once more for the cause.
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>>5796910
So... how about
>I will never mistreat a Peasant again
Because we were unwillingly mean with the Damsel?
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>>5796910
>I, Lucien of Verac, Lucien the Durand, Vow to slay any Undead with which crosses my path and let no word pass unchallenged which besmirches either Morr or the Lady. I vow by my hands The Vampiress, pawn of Naagesh, shall meet the second death."

I want to add a vow like
"I vow to entreat my fellow man with the respect they are do according to their standing and acts" but I feel like people wouldn't go for that. And this triple oath is already good enough
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>>5796910
Nice, I guessed right it was someone important on a disguise, it just turned out it was Albera instead of grail knight.
This is why I didn't want to be paranoid, mean or miss the point of the question
>I vow to protect the innocent from the predation of the servants of the dark gods and the vile undead wherever I go
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>>5796910
I got this

>"I, Lucian of Verac, swear to never turn my back on those in need. To utter no falsehoods in the land of Albion. To defeat a great enemy in the Lady's name, and to do anything your Damsel Albera the Golden would ask of me."
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>>5796910
>>5796943
I’ll suggest this then :)

“If I see the Vampiress, I shall stop at nothing to slay her”.

If that counts as killing a great monster, to kill the vampires we seek.

I would prefer a single oath rather than a triple oath; just making it harder for ourselves if only one is required.

I do think the thing about not mis-treating peasants is in character (because we were a peasant and we just had an experience right now about the proper treatment of them). This will set us up to be a kind/just/merciful lord in the future.
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>>5796928
as i suspected some of you are starting to forget stuff, is normal a lot of info plus daily lifes and work ? need an help, bare minimum. well here there are the oaths written so far among other things of Lucian.
we already made an oath to kill the vampiress so making another oath for kill her is just not needed really.
>>5779586
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>>5796910
>Vow of Slaying Three Great Foes in Albion
>"I, Lucian of Verac, The Heir of Ruin, The Durand, Blessed of Morr vow to cut down not one foe, not two, but three great foes. I will strike down and tear apart, Three great and powerful enemies of mortals in Albion so that the men of the island might, call Bretonnians, friends and fight side by side with us now when our realm needs the most great aid and valor."

Brettonia is in dire need of aid, we might has well kill 3 powerful foes in Albion and see if we can get the Albionians to aid Brettonia. One powerful foe is okay and they would thank us, two they like us a lot, three they will aid Brettonia for sure. Arriving to Couronne against the norscans, with an army of willing allies at our back is a pretty damn good help.
With us and our companions this can be done, and Lucian has grown a lot in faith, skill, experience, strength, toughness and better equipment. Let's go for something legendary and of great help to all
(Could be anything that is great and powerful in Albion : a Ork Warboss trying to take the island, a Fimir Warlord marching against the clans, a Dark Sayer wanting to corrupt Albion, a Vampire Lord that arrived to steal stuff in the abandoned lizardmen outpost, a Chaos champion/lord coming to raid and take the land, etc...)
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Essentially i am suggesting to do something like what Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli did. Gondor was in great danger, so they helped and fought alongside Rohan. Gaining their trust, friendship, respect and making them understand how dire the situation was for Gondor. I believe the clans of Albion can be convinced by us if we aid them, Tyny and an Albionian companion joining us would also aid us in this task.
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>>5796969
Sorry I was asleep by the time you asked this question.

We have the following to choose from
>>5796981
>Vanquish the undead who originated from the late King's Army

>>5796983
>Never Mistreat a Peasant

>>5797009
>Slay any undead that walks your path (Warning, this one is dangerous)

>>5797308
>Help all who ask for help

>>5797500
>Slay three great monsters on the lands of Albion, so that friendship can be spawned between these realms

Alright, so votes start now. You need half the votes to become an oath, and people can vote against something. If none achieve half vote then I will look at the situation more closely.

Because it is the most unique I will vote towards the 'Slay Three Great Monsters' because honestly that one is kinda cool.
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>>5797562
>Slay three great monsters on the lands of Albion, so that friendship can be spawned between these realms
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>>5797562
>Slay three great foes
>Never mistreat a peasant

I'll cast my two votes for this.
And I shall vote against

>AGAINST Slay any undead that crosses our path AGAINST
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>>5797562
The monster honor economy could collapse with that many great monsters disappearing in one quest. You know how many years it takes to grow one great monster? Decades, perhaps hundreds of years. You'll be getting a call from the greater wildlife game wardens I tell you what.

>Slay three great monsters on the lands of Albion, so that friendship can be spawned between these realms
>Help all who ask for help
>Never Mistreat a Peasant

NAY
>Slay any undead that walks your path (Warning, this one is dangerous)
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Good oaths, good work anons. Killing a Fimir Warlord ..... an intriguing fight. Chaos tried more than once to take fair and misty Albion, so Chaos demons and spawns with the aid of Dark Sayers aren't out of the picture, or with warbands lead by chaos champions. Thinking about it the Druuchi also tried to raid and fully conquer the island too, they could bring animals like war hydras beside their own skilled and cruel soldiers.
A worthy purpose
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>>5797562
> Slay three great monsters on the lands of Albion, so that friendship can be spawned between these realms

Monster of the week here we come
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>>5797562
>Never Mistreat a Peasant
>Help all who ask for help
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>>5797580
>>5797626
All who ask for help is. . . risky
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>>5797562
>>Slay three great monsters on the lands of Albion, so that friendship can be spawned between these realms
>>Help all who ask for help
>>Never Mistreat a Peasant
I support these three and they can all be done by us, Lucian has a peasant background so he knows how they think and can manage to treat them well, he has come to the help of many so it makes sense (if someone call for false aid they will be simply punished, if they are evil it can be recognized), and he can truly make a difference now. Lastly beside being cool, Lucian is no normal knight errant, and doing such an oath would catapult his honor and prestige while also helping both Albion and Brettonia. Hell with this Tyny, Bok and Adok will become great heroes too.
Going to the great temple of Morr in Altdorf and Luccini will be super easy and accepted.
Also Gillot jaw will travel the ground until it goes out in Cathay

And No for
>Slay any undead that walks your path (Warning, this one is dangerous)
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>>5797562
>>Slay three great monsters on the lands of Albion, so that friendship can be spawned between these realms

Vote AGAINST
>Help all who ask for help
Unless a clause is added that they must be earnestly doing so. Don't want people "asking for help" as we're about to strike off their heads.
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>>5797661
Fine
>>5797626
I'll change to
>Slay three great monsters on the lands of Albion, so that friendship can be spawned between these realms
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>>5797562
>Slay three great monsters on the lands of Albion, so that friendship can be spawned between these realms
This one sounds fun.

>Never Mistreat a Peasant
This one makes sense for Lucian.

Helping all who ask for help unqualified is a bad idea; if someone evil requests our aid we should obviously not be oath-bound to grant it.
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>>5797562
Vote against
>Help all who ask for help
>Slay any undead...
>Vanquish the undead...
We have Morr for that, and >help everyone is vague. I hate vague oaths.

Voting for
>Slay three beasts
>Never mistreat a peasant
Because there are unrelated to the current quest, so it is an additon rather than redundancy
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The Black Knight needed to think long and hard about this decision. To swear an oath of any kind, especially to the Lady’s visage, was something that the warrior could not fail in. Forever shall he be scorned for it or forever shall he see triumph of it.

He could swear to protect those who ask for his help. A service that would bring a great amount of respect by those looking for a humble soul. In truth Lucian would not mind doing so yet he did not wish to place such a binding upon himself. If anyone was to find out that he was bound by oath to assist all who ask for it he shall never make it to Albion for even the runts of peasants would be upon him.

Maybe he shall declare a slaughter of all undead he comes across. A reasonable oath that would venerate both the Lady and Morr at a single time. Yet what if there was a situation he could not find victory in, where the masses of undead are too numerous for him to slay?

He sincerely wished to do so but his conscience made it obvious that he could not achieve it. He would die of foolishness.

It was then that two ideas were sparked within the mind of Lucian. One was a simple compromise upon an earlier thought that he wished to still adhere to, the next a mission.

Getting off of Nightshade Lucian drew his scythe and placed the head of the scythe’s staff onto the ground. It was positioned in such a way that if the Knight was to pull up on the blade that it would sever the neck of the wielder.

“I hereby swear, under the guise of the Lady and the Grail, that I shall show first penance for deeds committed against both my senses and blood. I shall not mistreat a lesser man upon my journey and each shall have the respect that they are due.” Lucian announced as he continued to cow his features to the statue, “Such shall be my Oath of Penance.”

The Knight took in a deep breath as he spoke his next words, “I hereby swear to Lay Low the Tyrants who are living within the Lands of Albion. Three great beasts shall I slay in those lands, and in doing so endear the people of those lands to Bretonnia.”

“That is… inspiring.” The words came out with all the surprise that the Damsel held for the Knight, “Do you swear to attain these goals and only through death shall you be released by it?”

“I shall swear, with my only release being Morr’s blessing.”

There was a silence there and a subtle light handing just beyond the eyes of Lucian. Whatever just happened he was blind to yet he did not suspect any treachery. It simply was.

“Rise, Lucian, rise for the Lady accepts your Vows.”
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Lucian did as he was told, looking upon the statuette with even more reverence. It reminded the Knight of the miracles that he exercised on behalf of Morr. Only this was filled with life and vitality compared to the cold darkness of death Morr brought.

“Now you travel to Albion.” Albera said as she stood much closer to Lucian than she had ever been before. She gave a smile while looking upon the Knight solemnly, “It will be a long while for someone who does not mind a cold bed. Then again you seemed to have much more important matters.”

Lucian felt his face flush as bewilderment came upon him. His heart almost stopped as he understood those words in an instant. He was no fool when remembering Emelina of Carlton. But to think that a Damsel like Albera had heard of his odd rejection of her advances.

Lucian watched as Albera the Golden fashioned from her dress a thin white cloth. Taking the cloth, her hands danced across the right arm of the Knight before tying it with a firmness that ensured that it would never leave him.

A remnant, a memento of her person.

“Th-thank you!” Lucian could not help but exclaim with joy as his heart swelled, “I will honor you with victory, I assure you!”

“You will.” The Golden Damsel said as she rose into the air. Lucian had not noticed it but from behind the cow that he had seen earlier was now below the maiden like a stalleon.

It was obvious a moment later as the brown hair became white and a horn at the tip of its head became prominent. The creature of pure white that never in his life did Lucian expect to see.

A Unicorn.

“Farewell for a long time Lucian. I await your return earnestly.” The Damsel said as the beast walked into the trees outside of Lucian’s sight.

As she left did Lucian finally start to hear the voices calling out his name and the beastial roar that accompanied it. It seemed his companions were aware something was amidst and had come looking for him. But they could not beat the fay within such an enchanted forest.

>A comfortable inn
>Toll Bridge
>A Chasm
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>>5798137
>A comfortable inn
I still think that Truffes has unicorn blood.
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>>5798137
>A comfy inn
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>>5798137

>A comfortable inn.

A well thought out assortment of oaths. With an unexpected encouragement, for the creation of a lineage.
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>>5798137
>A comfortable inn
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>>5798137
>>A comfortable inn
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>>5798137
> A comfortable inn
Let’s start treating those peasants kindly.


Albera knows our bed is cold because she’s the only one worthy. Hopefully we can keep her favor somewhat clean, it’ll surely get blood soaked by the time we return.
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>>5798137
>Toll Bridge
i wonder more fay, a chasm and a toll.... chasm i don't know how we can pass it. The inn seem too fortunate.
It is good we have gained a lady favor, it will help in the fights ahead.
Especially now, all the cult of Morr should have learn of us and so will the undead even if the murderer of Verac pictured us has nothing but small fry our actions do the opposite. Putting a stop to us in earnest would be an objective to the latter, while the first would want us to become stronger. There are powerful undead creatures that can be used for the role : banshees, strigoi, blood dragons and so on.
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>>5798137
>>A comfortable inn
>Try not to dream of Albera
>Fail
>Picture our own Verac-Hold, full to the brim with blond and brown kids
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>>5798137
>A comfortable inn
Ask Adok and Tyny for courting advice over a big roast boar and some wine. How would a dwarf approach a woman of considerably higher standing, and what even goes on for Tyny's people.
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>>5798137
>>5798667
>based Albera lover
>support
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>>5798667
>>5799075
> Pan over to Albera nursing a heavily pregnant belly
> She notices you're looking and gives you a warm smile
> wake up
Morr better let Lucian have this before he takes him dammit.
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>>5798137
>>A comfortable inn
Lucian must feel so light whenever he removes his armour.
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>Morr is giving Lucian wet dreams
That's a first
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>>5799194
Anon, Morr has a wife and a kid of his own. The only ones that wouldn't want anything good to happen are the many enemies ahead. And the answer for enemies, is cut them down.

On the topic of that destroying Nagash powerful tools might be ideal, both Kroak and Morr seems preoccupied by the strengthening of undead. Things like his books, or pieces of equipment like the crown. Or taking out powerful undead/cleansing undead regions. When we go to Sylvania, we should stay sometime (a full month perhaps) in the big temple of Morr in Altdorf. Beside learning more about undead, is one of the two places in the Old World for get excellent training about Morrite rituals/miracles. And for praying to Morr.
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Ran out of time today, update tomorrow.
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>>5799609
np
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>>5799609
oki
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“To think that she would make us fools!” The Dwarf laughed as he downed another drink from the waitress that was giving them all mead, “Haha, damn girl probably learned it from the Wutelgi!”

Lucian was upon his horse, Nightshade, as they were walking into the village in the dead of night. Mannslieb was hanging in the air way above their heads with enough light that they could see most of the road. Yet as he looked around he felt his heart flair up looking towards his shoulder.

Any time he would look up the Knight would quickly be reminded as his eyes gazed upon the memento that was gifted to him. A piece of pure white fabric that was the sign that Lucian was indeed given her favor.

The flush of blood came into his head and that feeling of dizziness was upon his person.

“by Morr and the Lady.” grumbled the Errant as he placed his hand upon his forehead.

“I don’t think this was simply the decision of the Gods, Umgi.” Laughed Adok as he decided to twist the proverbial dagger deeper into Lucian’s mind.

“I… I don’t know.” Admitted the Knight as they came across the inn. At the front of the place was a large sign that displayed a bed, the picture of which looked to be very comfortable to the eyes of a road weary knight.

Dismounting and walking up to the door, Lucian noticed that while there was still lights in the cracks of the wood there was no light from the few windows the building had. Applying just a little bit of pressure to the door Lucian noticed that the door was not going to budge.

“Looks like someone barricaded themselves inside.” Adok said as he pointed to the wooden panels that were barely visible in the moon’s light.

“No blood has been spilt yet.” Tyny said as the large monster he was rising walked up to meet the group. A few barks came from the monster he rode to which Tyny said, “No worshippers of Chaos have been around. None of who have been far enough tainted to gain mutation.”

“Think we can go back on the road Umgi?” Adok asked with a raised brow.

“Truffles and Nightshade cannot do it.” The Knight said as he lifted his hand to the door, “We can ask, at least.”

And with those words he rattled three knocks on the locked door.
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There was at first no response to the knocks that Lucian gave. The Knight listened carefully to see if anyone was going to respond yet nothing came. As a peasant and if he was alone Lucian would not have cared one bit about this. The issue though was this was surely not the case. Lucian was both a Noble and with people who should not bear more troubles than he could prevent.

So the Knight knocked on the door once more while asking if there was anyone in there.

“S-stop! Please!” A cry came from inside the large building, “We are closed!”

“We are road weary travelers.” Lucian said as he focused on the voice.

It rang again, this one clearly being that of an older man, “Sir if you value your livelihood you should leave our village. Leave us in peace for this final night.”

Lucian looked towards Adok with confusion, the Dwarf giving a raised brow to the Knight. Leaning in towards them now was Tyny, balancing on the hand of Bok with a curious look that was more fitting to the creature that he was.

“You sound like a deadman.” Adok yelled through the door with a deep dwarfish bellow, “A deadman you don’t seem to be though and no ones around to kill you.”

“They… they will not be there today.” the voice said in what was close to a whimper, “Tomorrow is the day, tomorrow is the day the Baron comes to take our heads.”

There was a series of bellows from Bok, the creature understanding that he needed to keep them quite so that the people on the other side could not hear them. How a lizard who seemed too dull for such reasoning was beyond Lucian but Tyny translated for them.

“Three Warmbloods are inside that inn. A mating pair and their offspring, Tyny understands them to be.” The Lizard gave with some confidence.

“Well it looks like we are going to have the same problem all around.” Adok said as he pointed to another of the huts whose windows were also barricaded, “Either we get inside this place or we are sleeping outside.”

>Using authority, pressure the Peasants into giving in
>Promise to help them with the issue if they give lodging
>Lets sleep outside.
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>>5800461
>Promise to help them with the issue if they give lodging
Well an oath was made, need to at least give a genuine try to help these people if they are as innocent as I hope.
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>>5800461
>Promise to help them with the issue if they give lodging
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>>5800461
>Promise to provide aid if they offer lodging
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>>5800460
> The Dwarf laughed as he downed another drink from the waitress that was giving them all mead
I don't understand this first paragraph by the way, a waitress? Giving them all mead?
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>>5800478
This went through a rewrite, I did not catch that part which remained.

oops.
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>>5800461
>Question them for further information before making a decision
>"Who is the Baron of this village?"
>"Why are you so sure he is coming to kill you?"

It would be a real damn shame to promise help them only to discover the whole town is chaosy.
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>>5800484
I suspected that.

>>5800491
Bok & Tyny said it was safe but you can never be too careful with chaos. I'd be more worried that they're pieces of shit like the other peasants we've killed though. How about the tailor the promise to be "I'll look into it." instead then?
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I'm a knight that hunts undead.
This is my shit yo.
Lemme in.
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>>5800461
>>Promise to help them with the issue if they give lodging
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>>5800510
He specifies: "None of who have been far enough tainted to gain mutation." Which isn't exactly definitive. Just unlikely.
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>>5800491
+1
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>>5800461
>>5800491
>Support
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>>5800461
>Promise to help them with the issue if they give lodging
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>>5800491
support

>>5800461
also
Additional Questions
>Question them for further information before making a decision
>"I am a Knight Errant and with me are my companions, who are you ? what jobs you have ? who are they ? and what happened here that you fear your own Baron ?"
>"If you are innocents, then you have no need to fear with me arriving here. Have you been praying to the gods ? Perhaps is best we do a prayer now, for your safety."
if you are corrupted praying to the gods tend to be very bad and difficult to do.
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>>5800461
>Using authority, pressure the Peasants into giving in
Tell them who we are and that we mean them no harm. They might have heard of us. I wouldn’t make promises to random people, without knowing WHY the baron comes to kill them.
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>>5800491
>Support

We just made an oath to respect peasants, so I'd rather not pressure him, but it would be funny if it turned out they were all chaosy. Still, dunking on some random baron sounds fun.
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>>5800461


>Question them for further information before making a decision.

>"Who is the Baron of this village?"

>"Why are you so sure he is coming to kill you?"
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>>5801002
>>5800491
>>5800461
>support
We hear out our fellow peasants. Then decide. For Morr and the Lady and best girl Albera.
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>>5800461
>Promise to help them if...
Nothing like
>I am a knight errant who has made an oath! This must be the Lady's first test. Who is this baron you speak of?
to get thigns going
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Promise to Help
>>5800467
>>5800471
>>5800476
>>5800560
>>5800901
>>5801399

Question them
>>5800491
>>5800704
>>5801002
>>5801342
>>5801130
>>5801241

Authority!
>>5801076

We even, I need a tie breaker.
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>>5801401
promise to help
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>>5801401
Changing to Question them.
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>>5801401
>I will change from >>5800476 to >>5800491
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>>5801402
>>5801406
>>5801410
Well that was a mess of not being able to Greentext. Anyways, time to attempt questioning.
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>>5801420
I... nvm
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Lucian felt things were a little too obtuse for him to place a wager behind the village that was hiding from him. He heard Tyny claiming that nothing in the area seemed like the taint of Chaos but was that the truth? He had read that such taints were always hidden from view and sense, that people worshiping the dark powers had way to obfuscate them.

What if these people were doing so against them? To fool such a powerful nose.

“Sir!” Lucian knocked on the door once again as he felt a sudden surge of annoyance cresting his mind, “I ask that you tell me who is the Baron of this village.”

Lucian did not hear a response coming within an instant, which should have been the expectation of announcing such a thing. Surely something as simple as that would have gotten him a response.

“Sir, I am a Knight Errant!” Lucian declared as he yelled to try and reach the family within through the wood, “Who is it that is wanting to come and you? Is it your Baron, or someone else? Tell me and I may pledge my help.”

“I don’t hear anything.” Adok said as Lucian stopped speaking, “These folk have their wits scared through them. No reason they will listen to another person, let alone Umgi, here tonight.”

“Then there is nothing we can do. I will not abide us barging into their homestead without due cause.” Lucian said as he looked around the village, “There is a clearing right over there. Lets sleep there for tonight.”

“Aye, best we can do.” Adok said as he loaded himself back on the wagon with Truffles.

“Warmbloods feel terror tonight.” Tyny said as one of his eyes seemed to look over his shoulder, “Group should keep vigilance.”

“Aye, I can take any turn.” Adok said as he got the donkey to start moving to their camp.

“I’ll need the torchlight, so I will go first.” Lucian said as they made their way through the place.

The eriness of the village was still working itself on the back of Lucian. He did not fear it as much as the terror wanted him to see it as such. It was more curious to him though for he did not fear the death that was behind the shadows of Mannslieb.

These people surely did though.
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A soft fire was lit at the center of them all at a clearing that was clearly meant for wagons to come in from. Their camp was at the immediate outskirt of the city, placing one of the hovels to one side of their company. Such was a recommendation of Adok for it easily eliminated one of the many ways ambushers could try to approach them.

Every other direction Lucian noted was stark empty of potential routes. There was barely any tree cover for beasts to hide behind and Mannslieb made stalking impossible. Yet the people of this village seemed to fear that an immediate invasion was upon their doorstep.

Taking a piece of wood Lucian threw it into the fires. The flames caressed the plant flesh but did not quickly catch them. Such was probably because the logs that they got were waterlogged and would need some time to dry out.

Lucian gazed towards the lizards. Stacked upon one another even while they were sleeping Lucian could not help but admit the Skink was at its cutest when Morr’s blessing took him. He had seen and heard that people tended to look younger when they were sleeping, so was this because the Skink looked younger right now?

He did not worry about that now. His eyes gazing around the area once again to see if there was any stalkers nearby. Where many times before he did not catch any Lucian noticed something that was different near one of the buildings.

A crouched figure whose skin was white in the light of Mannslieb. When the Knight had noticed the man from afar he noticed that the figure did not run. Instead it simply got up and started walking towards him.

There was no rush or anger in these movements. Instead Lucian noticed that it was a man walking on three legs. When he arrived in the light of the campfire the caine was revealed for what it was.

He looked upon Lucian with solemn eyes and a beard that was running down towards his chin. If Lucian had to guess the man might have been a hermit but such things were beyond him.

As he spoke a cough began to come up from his lungs “H-hello there, fair Knight. I welcome you to g-Gannat.” It seemed that the man was not managing his issue very well.

“Who are you?” Lucian asked as his hand was already resting upon his Scythe.

“I am Peter, the Village Elder.” The man said as he took a seat at the edge of the Campfire, “I had seen the light of your fire and thought my doom had come. Shallya blessed I am still alive.”

“It is Morr who governs who lives or dies.” Lucian told the man firmly, “He has allowed you to live for this long, so maybe you can answer a few of my questions for his mercy.”
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“I will answer what I can.” The old man said as Lucian caught sight of his sickened boney skin. He gave a mighty other cough, his life likely held in check only by the will of the Death God.

“One of your people, those at the inn, said that the Baron is coming to kill them. Who are they and how did you anger your ruler so thoroughly?”

“You are mistaken Sir Knight.” The Elder said as he gave a slight shaking of the head, “I have angered the neighboring Lord Baron Burapest. He has seen it fit that our village, which committed the dishonor of giving him an inadequate meal and company, has been declared a target of a Feud.”

“A Feud? What? Why would a Knight be Feuding with a bunch of peasants?” Lucian could not help but express his confusion without cover or obfuscation.

“He did not do it against a single person but the village. He cannot discipline us directly for such a transgression for we are not his peasants.” The old man pointed out, “Yet it seems my mistake was so great that he wishes to do so anyways. If Shallya is merciful upon us he will only burn half the village down, but I cannot know otherwise.”

“Where is the Lord? A Baron or Count should be looking over you all.” Lucian told the Peasant with worry building.

“The Count has more issues and our Baron has gone to help the King in his battle against evil. As the King is dead, Baron Budapest must have reasoned that there will be no retaliation from our Sovereign.”

Lucian laid back as he heard those words for it began to make sense now. No one was going to accept him as they were too terrified that he was an attacker. Even declaring himself a Knight was going to rob him of any chance for he might have been someone trying to burn down their home.

Right now it did not matter if this was a legal, ethical, or chivalric action the Baron was committing.

“I would like to help.” Lucian said before he could really think about it, “I would at least want to mediate between the two groups.”

“Leave us to our deaths, of Knight.” Peter said as he gave a solemn nod, “We are not worth troubling you for our sins. And even if we did not commit sin I do not think Budapest would be willing to listen to your words.”

>We are helping anyways
>Alright, we will head out

I kinda have to laugh that Village Elder actually has a warhammer page, specifically for Bretonnia. I was pulling that out of my ass.
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>>5801473
>We're helping anyway

This action is not chivalric.
All the same, I'd suggest that the village evacuate themselves. It will minimize the damage to life, and make rebuilding easier.

Leave only the elder with us, and we'll talk with this baron. Fuck politick, we're honor bound.
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>>5801473
>We are helping anyways
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>>5801473
>We are helping anyways
>"Elder, I would like to know the extent of the village "sin" and for what reason Lord Budapest thinks that a 'Feud' against a village without their Baron taking care of them..."
>"If the villagers are willing to hear you, then I suggest that you send the woman and children to a neighboring Village that isn't of Lord Baron Budapest. The man could go to not leave their families, the least cost of lives the better, I'm going to talk with Baron Budapest, and if he doesn't understand to reason... Then may Morr and the Lady help the fair side of this conflict."
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>>5801473
>>We are helping anyways
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>>5801481
we are no honour bound.
>>5801473
>We are helping anyways
now we are.
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>>5801471
>Gannat
Hey, I know this place, it's close to where I live

>1PBTID
For obvious reasons.
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>>5801473
>We are helping anyways
inadequate meal and company....... from a village ? I could understand if it was an inn in a town or city, but you can't expect a great service here. Rustic at best. Same for entertainment. This feels like an excuse, for do something against the Baron that isn't here.
also Count Burapest or Budapest ? is he from another part of the Old World ?
here a name generator if you need it
https://www.fantasynamegenerators.com/warhammer-bretonnia-names.php
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>>5801473
>Alright, we will head out
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>>5802118
I've been found out!

>>5802121
You think I am not already using that? Sometimes one is just so lazy that they just use the first thing off the top of their head.
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“I will not.” Lucian said firmly as he rose to his feet, “I cannot stand aside as the peasantry of Bretonnia are made fools of.”

“My Lord,” The Elder looked to be something between bewildered and frightened at the motion that was being given, “I cannot have you losing blood over our issues. You are but a traveling warrior.”

“That will not stop me.” Lucian said with certainty.

“What of our safety? None of us can leave the land without fear of retribution or being cut down by the Yeoman of the Lord.” He grew a slim smile as he remembered a detail, “Even our homes, boarded up as they seem, was to hopefully make ourselves too troublesome for the Baron’s men to kill us.”

“I came from the East, the way was clear from my travels.” Lucian declared firmly as he pointed in the direction, “If you are able run until you reach the lands of Count Remon. He shall sally forth with support against the rogue Baron.”

“There-?” The old man hosted a good amount of confusion upon his face as he heard those words, “My Lord, I…”

“Speak your mind.” Lucian said as he felt a matter had come up, “I am not as full as folly as my fellow. If anything I would wish to hear his words on why he thought a bad meal was enough to massacre an entire people.”

“I-is there anyway for us to repay you?” The peasant finally said, “If this is an agreement between us, then I ask that we give you something in return.”

Reaching into his pocket Lucian brought out a crunched up packet, the letter stamped with the rubber seal of a raven upon it. The Knight placed it within the hands of the elder with a smile crossing his face, “Take this to the village that was once Verac. In that place is a group of Knight Errants. You shall give this to the one named Gillot.”

Lucian saw it there, a moment of recognition as he accepted the piece of mail within his hands, “You… you are the Durand!”

“I am, now get everyone up and moving before daylight breaks and Baron Budapest realizes that you have all fled in the night.”
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The night quickly became a rumbling of activity as people began unbarring their homes and preparing the few wagons they had to flee with. The ground was quickly covered in useless trinkets, prizes, and family heirlooms as the chance at safety.

The activity was enough to get the attention of Lucian’s companions. When Adok rose from his slumber it was with heavy eyes and a quick question if he needed to bother working his shift now that there was people all over the place. Lucian agreed that his shift would not be needed and so the dwarf welcomed sleep once more.

When Tyny and Bok both awoke Lucian could see that the Skink was careful to look around at the surroundings. His eyes studying the workings of people as they struggled to get even the most simple things into their wagons.

Lucian had to explain the story to the Lizardman, to which he responded, “Tyny sees, warmbloods are taking advantage of situation. Their souls infested by the spirit of rats.”

“Sounds about right.” Lucian admitted as he turned towards the Lizard, “Think we have a chance?”

“Company does, yess.” The Skink said as he got to the top of Boks head and looked around, “Watch, Lucian has not been relieved.”

“I guess it is time to go to sleep.” Lucian said as he watched the folks struggle, “Do you want to take it over?”

“That and assist. Bok needs to perform labor.” The Lizard said as he reached down and scratched the neck of his fellow monster, “Before sleep we plan. Does the Baron Budapest approach tomorrow morning?”

“I… don’t think so. He does not have a camp nearby and sounded like a neighbor, so I think hes probably working out of his own fortress.”

“Then challenging him directly is available.” Pointed out the Skink, “Or we fight him here in ambush. Slaughter foolish warmbloods to a man for schemes equal to ratsss.”

>Let us challenge him directly
>Ambush is a good idea, for the man already played dirtily
>We wait for him here. He will come.
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>>5802539
>Ambush is a good idea, for the man already played dirtily
Baron makes feud with village > The Durand enters feud on side of village > Ambushing the Baron to prove he does not have the favor of the Lady is thinking with Feuds > If he wants to continue to Feud with the villagers he would have to Feud against Prince Gillot as well > Total Lucian Victory
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>>5802539
>We wait for him here. He will come.
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>>5802539
>We wait for him here. He will come.
It potentially delays our quest a bit if he doesn’t come immediately, but it gives the townsfolk more time to travel further away
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>>5802539
>We wait for him here. He will come.
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>>5802560
I don't see that working out like that.

not from ambush anyway

>>5802539
>We wait for him here, he will come.
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>>5802539
>>We wait for him here. He will come.
do we have a musical instrument to play? as in that chinese story
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>>5802539
>>Ambush is a good idea, for the man already played dirtily
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>>5802644
No, we are concetrated on praying, training and reading. I am inclined to make Lucian a wise knight, with knowledge similar to a scholar and a high priest. It would help him a lot in the wars, battles and fights ahead.
And also learning new languages. That helps too when dealing with different peoples
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>>5803013
Sit down and write a letter for Baron Budapest in dawi runes to pass the time. It just a long list of insults.
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>>5803018
Lol
Could be good practice
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>>5802539
>>We wait for him here. He will come.
i like the dwarven rune letter idea >>5803018
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I just love the idea that Lucian it's just going to mess up with people by sending letters written in Dwarven runes just to annoy people. Tho I don't know if there's some lose of honor if we just make a while letter swearing or if it's wise to do so, but it's still fun
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Before the light of morning washed upon the wooden and plastered scaffolding the peasants had already fled. Lucian awoke to watch the last barrel being loaded by Bok onto one of their carts, the man snapping the reins to get his mule moving across the way.

These people will take a long while before they reach the place of Remon. For Lucian and his group it was a two day track across the border but for a group of their size it will quickly inflate to four or even five days before reaching something that could be described as safety.

Through the entire morning there was no retreats or fleeing parties trying to return to the safety of the Knight. While there was the likelihood that they were ambushed and totally destroyed by either bandits of the brigands that had challenged them. Lucian prayed to Morr and the Lady that it was the later of these issues for he could not in good conscious thing that he sent nearly a hundred people to their deaths.

Indeed he would in some way have a crime just like the Vampire who destroyed his own home.

Lucian was currently upon a table writing with a quill within his hands. The man looking upon the paper dabbing the ink, “Adok, how would I write someone who was birthed through his mother’s ass?”

“Why you askin?” The Dwarf said as he looked over the knight’s shoulder, “By the Ancestor Gods!”

“Uh, should I stop?” Lucian asked as he was taken aback by his fellow’s reaction.

“Ha, no you shouldn’t!” Declared the Dwarf with a mighty laugh, “Af Wanrak Mari Ef Azaz. That would be like this.” The Dwarf began stratching on the table with a smirk.

The Peasant studied the writing and did as he was told, etching it into the fabric of the paper with care and hatred. Such a thing was more than enough to be just like a Dwarf’s favorite writing as he folded it and began preparing the stamp.

“Dat Umgi is not going to understand a thing.” The Dwarf said as he gave a small laugh, “You sure you don’t want to write it in your own language?”

“Yes, for the fool will endevor himself to find a translation of it and be mortified at what it means.” Lucian as he took a small wad of wax and took a slice out of it.
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“Still, here I did not think I’d be waking up to helping the people who did not let us into their Karak.” The Dwarf admitted with a small chuckle.

“Does not seem like it bothers you much.” Lucian pointed out as he placed out a small candle, “Adok, can you light this?”

“I can.” The Dwarf said as he tapped his hand and blew a fire onto the candle, “It's just that I do not like our chances right now. Dwarfs were not made to be sleeping every day outside, and now we are looking at doing it for three days or more.”

“How did you get around Bretonnia?” Lucian asked as he left his seal above the fire.

“Empire Merchants.” Adok said simply, “I traded with the umgi three master crafted swords by my own hands and they thought it enough to give me transit to Bastonne. I was actually hoping we would make it to Albion but the raiders kept everyone from goin’ that way.”

“Doesn’t that mean we need to deal with that?” Lucian asked as he pressed the warmed seal onto the wax, melting it into his heraldry.

“Who knows, but this is the closest we are going to get to Albion without a little faith.” The Dwarf admitted, “Your god’s one for Omens, right? Maybe he will get us a way over there that I could not find. Anyways, with the merchants they paid for all my lodgings and get me in the court of the Duke. With the war right after my services were well welcomed.”

“Well lets see what happens.” Lucian said as he tapped the bag of money on his belt, “I only have so much gold, and there are a lot of us. If we are in town the Kroxigor might take a bounty just to be allowed into the city if we need him.”

“He’s a monster, just like a minotaur. I wouldn't blame the Umgi for being suspicious of him.” Adok said as he looked down at the wax sealed message, “What you going to do with that?”

“Get it sent.” Lucian said as he waved over one of the Peasants. Just like all the rest this one was covered in warts and it looked to Lucian that one of his eyes were blind. Yet he was both foolish and brave enough to stick around even against Lucian’s orders. So he decided to use him.

Handing the letter to the Peasant, Lucian gave his instructions, “Get this to Baron Budapest and get back as soon as you can. Make it known to him that I await him at this very spot.”

The two of them watched as the peasant fled. Lucian wondered if the poor fool would live, for he wondered if this man coming was honorable enough to keep the messenger alive.
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The village of Gannat sat in a valley, and for this reason the first signs that their enemy was on the approach was several spots coming across the nearby fields with torches lit. The fire did not light anything for the sun was raised high in the sky.

The men in flight did not shine like the paladins of old. From afar Lucian could tell that many of them wore the leather armor of a Yeoman, something that was horribly weaker than the steel plate that was adorned by even a Knights Errant. At their head though was someone who did shine with the same splendor Lucian learned to expect.

The sky did not become a rain of arrows as Lucian expected it to. Lucian could reason that they at least received the messenger of the message. He would have surely told them gladly that Lucian was here. They did not however return with him, but with them all being upon horses the Peasant Knight reasoned they simply outran him.

As the arrows did not rain his two companions came out from the sides. The heavy growling of the Kroxigor invading Lucian’s ears as it anticipated the battle that was to come. If that Kroxigor even reached one of those Yeoman, he knew that the rest would simply flee out of terror of such a powerful creature.

That ignored the fact that Lucian had two mages on his side. He had witnessed the strength of Adok for himself but wondered what was the power of Tee-Nee-Tyny. If he was trusted with such a dangerous mission and a mount of such magnitude then surely the lizard was beyond Lucian’s understanding of magic. Perhaps, maybe, on the level of the Vampire?

He could only hope for the Knight had arrived.

His assumptions were proven true as a group of thirty Yeoman equipped with spears and bows were scattered among the group with the lance of brigands headed by a Knight. The warrior, whose face Lucian did not see, was wearing orange and blue livery that was a sort of cross between Aquitaine and Bastonne. He bore as his heraldic object a spearhead, likely he was not high enough rank to be given anything greater than an object.

The two groups stood roughly twenty five yards from each other. It was a great enough distance that a full charge could be made. Dangerous but acceptable for the situation.

“Lucian the Durand, it seems Prince Gillot was not wrong when he called you the Heir of Ruin. Here you stand in my way and I shall ruin you for it.” He said as he brought his stead forward to better project his voice.
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“Baron Budapest, why are you attacking these people? I would have kept myself out of this business if I had not heard of such an outragious claim!” bellowed Lucian as he spoke at the top of his lungs.

“They were the fools who gave me horrible food and deserve to be made an example of.” Spoke the Baron just affirming the words of the Elder, “If I was the ruler of these lands then I would be well within my right to execute those who gave me such horrible porridge and meats. And in truth, I am the Rightful Ruler, for it was three generations ago that my family held these lands.”

“The Lady would not bless these actions!”

“The Lady blesses me for this is my first step towards regaining what is rightfully mine. By exercising my authority then none will deny the lands of my forefathers from me.” He bellowed with rumbling anger, “And if it means running you down below my feet then so be it. The future Prince of Bordeleaux will thank me for my lance piercing your heart. Who knows, I may become Duke of Aquitaine through his support.”

In truth all this talk was above Lucian’s head now. If this man really did have a claim, or really what it meant to have one. All that Lucian knew was that this man was bullshitting him in claiming that he was the true ruler of these people. Why else would he come to them with torches beared and spears held high.

It was clear he was aiming to run them all down. Only through Lucian’s intervention did they escape death.

The only question was, how did they continue?

>Declare a Duel
>CHARGE!
>Retreat into the village for a brawl
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>>5803562
>Declare a Duel
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>>5803562
>Duel time
>time to get funds for our adventure.
We do get his lands if we kill him ya?
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>>5803562
> Declare a Duel
You wish to run me down? I accept your duel.
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>>5803562
>Declare a duel.

>"An honorable soul may hold his own against ten times their number. You are out numbered two to one Baron, none would think much less of you if you withdrew."

Yes, I want to say a horse and a mule has more honour than him.
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>>5803562
>Declare a Duel
Yeah, let's add a layer of trashtalk like >>5803740
suggested

Are we getting a "sharp tongue" reputation at this point?
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>>5803562
>Declare a Duel

>"So... You claim that your ANCESTORS, ONCE they held these lands, and now you THINK that holds up TODAY? From what I know, the REAL and actual lord who these lands are own is far from here to even know your intentions and your outrageous reasons. You know what Lord Burapest? I have the SLIGHTEST of suspicions that, if the actual ruler of these lands was here, you wouldn't pull such and dishonorable action against simple and defenseless peasants for just some bad food, and use that as an excuse for claiming again these lands YOUR ANCESTORS ONCE were owners, even before you were on your father's Noble Ballsacks, may his Inmortal soul keep finding the eternal and peaceful rest that Morr gives to all of us..."
>"An honorable soul may hold his own against ten times their number. You are out numbered two to one Baron, none would think much less of you if you withdrew."

I say maybe saying all this stuff is going to drive him nuts and actually accepts, thinking he's superior because of our peasant background and somehow that's enough for him to undoubtedly beat us. Worse case scenario he call for the arrows rains, in which case I say maybe our best chance is to pull back to the village, and when lord Burapest thinks we're just some cocky peasant who's airheaded we call Adok, Tee and Bok for crushing and taking out the rest of the bastards from the sides
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>>5803562
>Declare a Duel
"You are nothing but a peacock with delusions bigger than the world edge mountains, that knows no hardship and that preys on the land of his fellow knight and on the people he should defend. Your exscuse is pathetic, and if its true shows me that you don't bring war to the enemies of Brettonia and can't handle the simple food made by honest folk. What you were expecting the royal chefs of Couronne ?! Dont make me laugh !"
"Prepare to fight me alone ! At the very least your ancestors will approve of that instead of the poor showing you made so far !"
"And of you his men stay out of this, unless you want to meet the gardens of Morr and be judged for prey on other Brettonians, instead of fighting the many enemies that attack right now fair Brettonia !"
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>>5803562
>Declare a Duel
Wait for the Baron to decline and when he charges at Lucian, unleash the Bok.
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>>5803562
>>Declare a Duel
Who will lead this Count's lands after their death? I hope that part is glossed over because bothering with it would slow down the quest so much...
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>>5803740
I fucked up that number.
Instead of two to one it should be twenty to one, because nightshade + us vs him.

Not sure if the larger put downs would serve us well, brevity is the soul of wit
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>>5803562

>Declare a Duel.

Greedy, cruel, scheming, if this is what your father taught you as the behavior of a ideal noble, then I would say that the existence of your entire lineage has been proven to be a mistake. Which will be corrected this day, "nobles" like you are the justification for peasants being elevated.
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>>5803566
Since everyone is adding insults, I'll aff one more
>If your forefathers are even just a bit as despicable as you are, then the fortunes that lead your family to lose these lands were the will of the Lady.
>Come and duel me, or prove yourself to be coward that can only attack peasants with overwhelming soldiers while their lord os away, on top of being a vile traitor who misuses feuds to kill his fellow brettonians!
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Lucian starred the Knight of the Realm down. The warrior clearly not thinking less of his deeds and was instead enthused with the challenge that Lucian was presenting to him. Such a foolish man Lucian did not have any respect for. Even if he was a peasant it would be questionable if he really had any claims of respect or relevance with the Knight.

“Baron Budapest,” Lucian started as he raised his scythe towards the warrior, “A righteous Knight has the strength of twenty upon his beck and call. For this you are outnumbered two to one against us. Running would be something none would argue against if you turned now.”

“You really think you need to reiterate your righteousness when I have already explained to you the folly of such words.” The Baron said as he raised his lance, “The truth of the matter is that I have the numbers and you do not. The Lady blesses me.”

“Fine.” Lucian said as he brought Nightshade forward, “A duel then, for the lives of those present? Surely you have enough honor to even consider such a thing. Or perhaps you will simply try to cut us all down without care.”

“Such a thing I would consider,” The Knight said as he had an obvious smirk under his helm, “But the truth of the matter is that you are but a Peasant wearing the armor of a Knight. Clearly you becoming an Errant has caused you to think that you stand equals to a Knight of the Realm like myself. As I have no one who is equal to your level, I decline your request.”

The Knight raised his hands into the air, which upon such a command caused the archers to raise their bows into the air.

“May the one who is blessed by the Lady live past this day, peasant.”

With those words the man’s hand dropped, the arrows being released from the bows of the Yeoman.

>Head into the village for cover
>Rely on Tyny for cover
>Tank the arrows, CHARGE!
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>>5804555
Sorry for shorty, but I think what happens next is the fun part.
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>>5804555
>tank the arrows.
>have adok follow us and bok come for a flank
>the skink can yeet his spells.
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>>5804555
It was exceptionally rare for an arrow to successfully pierce plate armour in real life; in dwarven armour much thicker than anything worn historically, Lucian should be able to tank every hit with ease.

>Tank the arrows, CHARGE!
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>>5804555
>Tank the arrows, CHARGE!
Isn't our armor more then 3 times thicker then it normal? Let's spook these yeoman by just aggressively walking towards them.

Also I propose that we hang the Baron when we get him. Give him a peasant's execution instead of a noble's.
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>>5804555
>Head into the village for cover
Thin the numbers a bit, so we’re only fighting a couple at a time. While we have thick armor we should care that we don’t get our companions surrounded

>As I have no one who is equal to your level
Does this mean no one else in his retinue is a knight errant, and presumably no one else is a knight if the realm? So they’re all lesser than us (but more in quantity)?
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>>5804555
>>Tank the arrows, CHARGE!
Try and yank him off the horse.
>"Everyone stands above a Knight of The Realm like yourself! Even you admit it, for you have said you've none equal to my level!"
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>>5804555
>Tank the arrows, Charge.

Fuck yooooou
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>>5804555
>>Tank the arrows, CHARGE!
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>>5804555
>Tank the arrows, CHARGE!
I want to bury this guy literally
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>>5804555
>>Tank the arrows, CHARGE!
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>>5804555
>Tank the arrows, CHARGE!
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>>5804555
>Tank the arrows, CHARGE!
I can't believe Lucian just started spinning his scythe until the blade was like an umbrella under the rain of arrows.
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>>5804555

>Tank the arrows, CHARGE!

None of the team members are vulnerable to arrows.
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Bo3, lets go!
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Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>5805344
We shall fight in the shade!
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Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>5805344
NAT1
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Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>5805344
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Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>5805344
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>>5805349
>>5805353
Oh gods...
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>>5805349
Nice
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Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>5805349
NICE
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Lucian stared at the arrows for a moment, awe striking him at just the sheer heinous crime that was being committed. As a Peasant Lucian had only ever imagined the Chivalric Knights of Bretonnia as warriors whose purpose was to defend the weak and glorious fighters from the arenas. This frame of reference, the ideal of being a Noble, was fractured as Lucian not only got a glimpse into the Court of Duke Moriset but was reinforced by the wars that he fought.

The bickering between warriors. The honor duels and transactions of honor that were given to one another by simple conversation. Still there was sense in that for as long as someone committed themselves to the righteous ideals they would come out on top. Lucian had seen these men for they existed in Count Remon and Duke Moriset!

Now an illusion was shattered. The thought that a Knight would fight another knight not in the tournament grounds or honor dueling in the sands, but true combat where the victor was decided by things greater than sheer martial skill and battle honors.

“CHARGE!” Lucian yelled the only thing he could think of at this moment. The snappings of the reigns bringing Nightshade into a full sprint towards the enemy lines without care.

Quickly the sky above dimmed as a flutter of arrows stretched across the sky. The dishonor of seeing such weapons used against a Knight far behind the fact that Lucian was being fired upon by his own countrymen. Yet he held no blame for the peasant bowman who were holding the weapons that might mean his death.

It was Baron Budapest the Dishonorable Lord, who forced them to do this.

Quickly a dozen of those arrows landed upon Lucian. He felt them like pricks of hard rain upon his skin. Yet he knew that any one of these would have meant death if they were in a place where armor did not protect.

Much was obvious when some had gotten through the armor of Nightshade. The black horse not wearing nearly as much armor as Lucian currently was. After all, how could it lift him if it had armor that weighed thrice more than he?

Budapest was clearly not expecting a charge but prepared regardless. Years of battle on both the tournament grounds and in the field of battle caused him to raise his lance towards the charging Knight with matchless efficiency.
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The Baron went into a lazy charge, bringing forward his lance with the knowledge that the force of the impact was going to come from Lucian, not himself. It was this fact that made Lucian know that the Knight was going to try his damndest to strike a killing blow at either the skull, neck, or some other joint that he thought was weak enough for his polearm to penetrate.

Right when Lucian was going for the charge, the sound of thunder crackled through the air. It can only be described as a cannon of force that slammed into the stomach and ribs of the Knight. Whatever magics was happening felt as though they were trying to grip the organs of Lucian and vibrate his very soul.

The primal part of his brain threatened to look, gripped firmly by the light show that was now happening at either side of Lucian’s vision. Just as Lucian was blessed with the conquest of primal death freight, the Black Knight was able to keep his eyes upon his quarry.

The Baron, who had raised his head just slightly to see the mayhem that was happening behind Lucian, had also raised his lance just that little bit that it gave Lucian the room needed.

Like a viper Lucian ducked under the lance. The weapon becoming useless the moment Lucian’s eyes were past the tip of the spearhead. The Baron must have known what was happening for he raised a shield in such a way that it blocked the incoming strike that would have instantly severed the head from the torso.

Lucian did not need that though, for as he passed the Knight he was now able to give the weapon all the force that he needed. He could feel his muscles tense and his heart ache as what felt like the crumbling of wood echoed through the scythe and into the mind of its weilder.

With a mighty pull Lucian brought the Knight off the horse, sending him onto the ground with a metallic thud.

Lucian rounded about, keeping his eyes upon the Knight. Baron Budapest had a third of his shield ruined where Lucian’s scythe had dug deeply into. Most of his body seemed fine though and the Knight was already taking his sword from its scabbard knowing full well he was at a disadvantage.

He could only glance, but Lucian’s eyes were paid with the sight of devastation across the mounted Yeoman. Terror and mayhem were on a date throughout their ranks as corpses either smashed, severed, or burnt were scattered about the field.

Lucian had a choice now. If this was a duel to the death he would be expected to dismount Nightshade and challenge this man on the ground. After all, he had already bested the man from horseback. Even if it was honorable, Lucian wondered if anyone would be alive to witness his selfless deed except the gods.

>Dismount with a jumping strike
>Genuine dismount
>Slice his head off
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>>5805395
>>Dismount with a jumping strike
Vertical cut, see if we can bisect his trecherous ass.
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>>5805395
We have him a chance at an honorable duel and he rejected it. Off with his head

>Slice his head off
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>>5805395
>Slice his head off
Like he said, there's no one that matches our standing, so us dueling a rat trying to pretend to human would be dishonorable
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>>5805395
>genuine dismount
>"I will show you a true knight of the realm."
Dismount and whip him like a school boy.
Then behead him for treachery against the realm.
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>>5805395
>Genuine Dismount
We will style, and profile. The Lady is watching.
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>>5805395
>Genuine dismount
>"Not only I bested you on horseback but now I'm going to actually show some respect for such a disgusting rat as you are, 'Lord' Budapest.
Some anon said behead him after we win but I say we give him a peasant death and hang him. Hell, maybe if we also trained hand to hand combat I would say to drop the scythe and beat the shit out of him.

Also what the hell happened? Does Lord Budapest casted a spell and that's what fucked up Lucian? Was it Adok or Tee? I honestly didn't understand what happened in this post
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>>5805395
>Genuine dismount
I have honor even if you do not
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>>5805434
Tyny or Adok cast some magic which distracted the baron and gave Lucian an opening.
>>5805395
>Slice his head off
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>>5805434
>give him a peasant death and hang him
I had the same idea before, but dismounting would lead to a duel to the death, so we would miss that opportunity.
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>>5805426
>>5805434
>>5805448
Based the Lady and Morr are watching. Remember anons we got the armor from giving an undead honor.
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>>5805434
>Support this

>>5805395
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>>5805395
Give honor that we may become worthy of it.

Gotta git dat sweet sweet protection from arrows blessing from the Lady.

There's a reason why Brettonian Knights can directly charge straight through fucking gunpowder lines and arrow storms.

>Genuine dismount.
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>>5805395
>Dismount with a jumping strike
Badass
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>>5805395
>Genuine dismount
I live by the principles I aspouse even if you do not.
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>>5805395
>>Genuine dismount
Last honours for the dead!
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>>5805465
woops, just noticed I did the wrong one, disregard it please.
>>5805395
>Genuine dismount
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>>5805395
>Genuine dismount
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>>5805395
>Genuine dismount
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Dismount won, I need Bo3 Rolls.

If you guys wanna add how you want Lucian to fight, go ahead.
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Rolled 98 (1d100)

>>5805907
Knock Budapest into various peasant implements scattered about the village, maybe give him the backend of the scythe since he should fear the business end after taking a hit.

"Where are your numbers now Budapest?"
inb4 he tries to stab us in the back while we dismount
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>>5805923
uuuuugh
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Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>5805907
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Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>5805907
Fight as a reaper, cleaving blows and try to hook the blade around his joints, like the back of his knees.

If he closes in, slam the end of the scythe into his chest. . . Or just body the man. We are massive, that means massive body checks.
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Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>5805907
Don't fuck it up, don't fuck it up...

And on how we fight Budapest, I like >>5805923
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>>5805940
I hope 20 is good enough
>>5805948
If only you gotten here a little bit earlier
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>>5805951
Wait, it's rolling under? I'm confused
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>>5805956
Yes, the lower the better, since that's the system that the warhammer rpgs use
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>>5805907
Cleave and cut until he's dead, our scythe has become far far sharper and stronger. Go for his arms and legs, then finish with a bisection We have far more important things to do than fighting with a dishonorable worm that preys on the lands of other knights and act like a vulture and despot with peasants
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>>5805961
I thought rolling low was bad for combat.
It's good for regular stuff like social, lore or intelligence checks.
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>>5806062
No, Warhammer Fantasy RPG and Dark Heresy go off a d100 system. Unlike DnD, your aim is to roll lower than the score you have.

For example, I would give Lucian a Weapon Skill of 50. As his player, you guys, rolled below 50 he hits.

You do, in almost every game, want to roll high for damage. This helps to overcome the innate toughness of the enemy who you are trying to kill which is just damage reduction.

If you play the table top and want good comparisons, take the BS/WS skill of the datasheet and times is by roughly 15, then subtract that by 100. So a Vet Guardsman has a BS of 40, astartes at roughly 55, and custodian at 70. This ignores perks like 'Unnatural Toughness' or just aiming the gun to have a better chance at hitting.
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>>5806438
Note I am not using this system for this game. We are going off a feel of the situation for the difficulty, I AM NOT DOING STATS. It's a lot of paperwork.
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>>5806442
I've played Dark Heresy and Black Crusade so I know how it works and certainly all that would be a bother.

Are there Damsel rivalries? Is it possible someone will try to steal Lucian from Albera and result in a magic cat fight?
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As Lucian rounded Nightshade he focused upon Baron Budapest. The warrior still wielding the sword that was within his hands knowing full well that his fate was already within Lucian’s hands.

If the Knight really wanted to Lucian could simply run his fellow Knight down. Breaking a series of bones before coming through again and cutting the head off the fool for rejecting an honorable bout between them. Yet he did not bring Nightshade to a gallop to bring death upon the man but instead brought his stead to a stop.

With a push of himself Lucian brought himself upon the field of battle. His feet sank softly into the dirt as it failed to fully maintain the weight of his armor upon the ground. Lucian did not let it deter him as he brought his scythe to his side.

“You spoke before Budapest that the numbers were upon your side, now may we both gaze upon the battlefield that proves I am right!” Lucian said as he gestured towards the ruination that was there.

The fight that should have been in the thickets was already done. There was no sign of men retreating for their corpses were scattered across the field. Each of them blackened as ashe as whatever sorcery the Lizardman had brought upon their foes finished its work.

Only to exemplify the devastation the giant lizard Bok was ripping into the flesh of a horse among their number. The beast easily scarfing down an entire hide with plenty of more room within its stomach to consume.

“Damn it…” The Baron said simply as he turned towards Lucian with the sword and shield by his side, “You have already won yet you are taunting me by dismounting your horse?”

“The Gods are always watching our conduct.” Lucian told the man with the zeal expected of someone who could be called a Priest, “If you held this motion close to your heart you might have been so blessed as I have.”

“Blessed…” The man was clearly mulling over his action, “You might be right, or you might not be. What I know is that you are my judgment it seems.”

“Then you know I cannot let you walk away.”

“Yes, I do.” The Knight said as he threw the shield to the side and held his sword with two hands, “Make sure my son knows of my fate, Black Knight.”

“I make no guarantees for a Brigand such as yourself.” Lucian said as he tensed his muscles, “If you wish it done then plea to Morr.”

“Aye, I will do that.” He said while taking an offensive stance.
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The two Knights charged at each other without care. Their weapons were poised in positions where they could extract the most grievous wounds from the other. There was no brutality in each of their charges though for their weapons did not flail to the side or deviate from their allotted courses.

It was a civil fight, one between warriors who were taught the proper manner of battle. Not some berserkers who throw the skulls onto a pile and call it a throne.

They crossed the line and the clash came. Lucian bringing his scythe upon the lower limbs of the Baron just as he tried to impact the neck of the Black Knight. Lucian shifted just that little bit and felt a strong blow made upon his shoulder, yet there was no purchase as the blow bounded off his plated shoulder.

His own strike dug into the leg of the Knight with a sickening cut. While the man had moved in such a way that his knee guards would take the impact the metal they were made of had failed. The blade of the Knight had dug a gouge into the leg of his enemy and with a yank took pools of blood.

The man’s weight shifted to the other, he was quick to deliver a retaliation through another attempt at the neck. Lucian could guess that the man only saw his chance at killing the Black Knight was one of the few gaps which was present on his neck. In the same moment Lucian went for his neck, seeing the attacks mutual against one and the other.

Lucian felt the attack sink into the crevasse of his armor and threatened to cut off his head. The Knight did not pay it any heed though, for he felt it making contact with the metal collar that Adok had made for this specific purpose.

The Knight did not have such insightful fellows, losing his head in an instant.

>Tell the kid what happened to his father
>Continue on the journey
>Wait for the reinforcements/villagers to arrive
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>>5806485
>Tell the kid what happened to his father
Sorry kid, we afro samuraied your dad
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>>5806485
>Tell the kid what happened to his father
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>>5806485
>Wait for the reinforcements/villagers to arrive
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>>5806485
>Tell the kid what happened.

We need to keep moving, we can send a messanger that the village was safe.
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>>5806485

>Tell the kid what happened to his father.

"Be better than him, or you will join him."
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>>5806485
>>Continue on the journey
I refuse to see the fallout in a high fantasy setting!! The retainers will talk, we have no reason to enter their fortres and risk capture or more ambush
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If feel like we killed a very very depressed man. Or a very very delusional one.

>>5806485 #

>Tell the kid what happened to his father
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>>5806522
>>5806485
Based asf.
>Bless the fallen with Morrs blessing.
>support.
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>>5806485
>Tell the kid what happened to his father.
"The knight that instead of fighting for Brettonia in his moment of need, moves to war against his people is nothing more than a Brigand."
And take care of the corpse, it should be returned and not left to rot, then we leave.
Morr and The Lady will judge his soul.
If they attack us we will kill them, to attack a knight blessed by Morr that returns a knight corpse, one he defeated and took care for is a great sin and heresy.
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>>5806485
>>5806613
>Tell the kid what happened to his father.
>And take care of the corpse, it should be returned and not left to rot, then we leave.
Support. It's a distraction from the Albion quest but it's Lucian's calling as a faithful of Morr.
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>>5806485
>>Tell the kid what happened to his father
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>>5806485
>Wait for the reinforcements/villagers to arrive
>Perform Morr's ritual we learned to preserve the body and make sure no other God takes his soul
>Tell the kid what happened to his father

Lord Budapest asked for Morr to tell his son what happened and as his fateful we should grant that wish, and of course take the measures needed so the corpse makes it safe and complete to it's final rest
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>>5806485
>>5806874
>supporting
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>>5806485
>>5806874
This
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>>5806874
Support
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Willeme awoke with a cold sweat across his entire body. The terrors he had seen, the blood that was upon the ground was foremost within his mind.

As a young Noble he was supposed to not be so scared of blood. He had been in his fair amount of brawls against both other noblemen and the peasants who frequented the village nearby. Many of those had come with the young princling drawing blood upon his fists. Such was almost always the case when the peasant kids were involved. They were so fragile that it was nearly impossible not to accidentally break a bone of theirs.

In that respect he had both fought and drawn blood upon his fellow kid. Someone who could closely be called a peer of his. But the field that he was witnessed to…

Their corpses were strung across the valley at all angles. Many of their bodies were burnt to a crisp as if a great fire had escaped from the hells of damnation to consume all the souls that were there. Yet the young man could not make sense of it as he saw barely a scorch of ash upon the ground around these corpses. Only the places where the men had been standing were burnt just like the corpses.

Few others were not so brutalized. The corpses of men that looked to have been flattened were the least of the noble’s concern as he looked upon the bodies and horses that appeared to have their stomachs torn upon by a brutal act of barbarity. A monster had sunk its teeth into them, that much he was sure.

Before the heir to the Barony could think any more he heard a wagon off in the distance. The fear that had wracked him just a few moments ago waning quickly as the childish curiosity started to settle on the youngling. After all, being on the third floor of the bastion the noble should not have so clearly heard a wagon.

Quickly he made his way out of the door, but not without grabbing a scabbard and sword whose size was closer to a dagger than a shortsword. It was not wise at night to be walking around, even within one’s own home.

The subtle white light of Mannslieb infiltrated the windows and illuminated the path. The Noble feeling his heart begin to rouse as the sound of a horse’s gallop hitting the ground was passing into his ears now.

Young Willeme’s Father had told him that he would be coming home in the morning, yet it was clearly so far into the night that Mannslieb took up the role of the sun. With caution in each step the noble flew down the first flight of stairs.
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Dread slowly crept into the mind of the Noble as he followed the stairs to their bottom. A feeling of foreboding that was only just within his mind minutes ago.

Yes, it was in the dream. After he had witnessed the dead scattered across the battlefield he had seen a pair of figures standing against one another. From a distance he watched as one of the figures fell upon the ground while the other simply flicked his weapon of the blood that coated his blade.

A deep gutteral tugging pulled on the noble. So strong was it that it threatened to stop him in his steps towards the set of wooden doors that separated the main keep from the courtyard before it. His knees gave in an instant and the noble only caught himself on the rails that were slammed into the cobblestone wall. He could feel his heartbeat creeping up his chest as it became more and more erratic.

Three rapts of thunder shook his world. The child looking towards the barred doors with terror as he knew his father would never have bothered knocking like a peasant. As the dream and reality became one the youth began crawling upon the ground towards the object of his terror. As the beating of his heart rose towards his neck he rose once again upon feet that were shaking in terror.

He could see it within his mind’s eye but wished he could deny it. His hands rapt upon the wooden barring with such a tremble that it his limbs threatened to throw him upon the ground once again. Yet he managed enough control of himself to pull the wooden log upon the ground instead.

He looked up towards the victor of the battle. Haloed in white light was an armor as black as ash with gild trimming going across its body. Upon the chest of the warrior was a prominent symbol that promised a violent death for any who had witnessed it.

Upon his head, a Raven.

Willeme looked down at the side of the Knight, seeing the livery that coated the corpse. It was a dark yellow striped peerless white, only for both to have been stained with dark lifeblood that could only come from the most grievous of wounds.

In that battlefield, not wishing to believe the truth, the Knight to be had reached down and picked up the head of the knight who fell. Within his hands was his father, the head of Baron Budapest.

>>Note that you guys can write your own warnings ontop of this vote.
>Let his Father talk
>Give him the warnings
>Simply give the casket and close the door
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>>5807518
>Give him the warnings, "Live with honour or face ruination."
>Leave.

Morr be praised.
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>>5807518
>Give him the warnings
>"You father gave in to greed and pride. He deemed himself above peasant and knights alike. He marched against his fellows while our country is in chaos, claiming rights payed with honor he did not have."
>"But in his last moments he accepted his mistake. He made his peace, and pleaded in Morr's name that I warned you. Live like he was in death, so you may not die like he lived."
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>>5807529
>>5807518
>support
>May Morr and the lady bless you.
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>>5807518
>The lady gave your father so much, but morr took what was most important his life.
>Honour both, or die
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How does the let his father talk option even work? It's a decapitated head.
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Wasn't count one arm looking for an heir to raise? We've got one right here??!!
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>>5807518
>>Give him the warnings
"Your father sinned against the realm, his fellow knights, the peasantry and against the gods themselves. While the Orks rage, the Beastmens pillage, the Norscans raid and the Undead raise he moved his sword and soldiers against the land of another knight that right now honorably fights in the north for all of us, he threatened violence and death upon the innocents for nothing more than feed a desire of land and power, now of all times."
"Then he fought me in no honorable combat, thinking i wasn't a warrior of Morr. I defeated him, and i and my companions killed all his soldiers that attacked us."
"Before he died, he made his peace, and pleaded in Morr's name that I warned you. Be unlike him, be faithful to the gods and honorable to your fellow men and the realm, or you will join him."
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>>5807518

> Give him the warnings
No need to let the head talk. What if his last words to his son are to seek eternal vengeance on us?
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>>5807605
This is likely the silent option, essentially is a lesson on his own.

>>5807664
Count Remon cannot take the heir of another house. This boy likely has still a family not just his father. Their counties are also in the two different duchies, Remon in Bordeleaux and Willeme in Aquitaine .
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>>5807518
>>5807813
Support. It's the guilt trip for the Baron attacking fellow Bretonnians during a national crisis, for expecting a noble's hospitality from peasants. How stupid can the Baron be?
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>>5807813
+1
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>>5807965
well the noble's hospitality was a shitty excuse for a land grab... the plan was perfect, minus the freaking Durand showing up
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The boy felt a snap as his eyes looked upon the large black knight. The warrior seemed to be wearing armor that was many times heavier than anything he had seen before and upon his back was the unorthodox scythe as his chosen weapon. It was like looking into a black void that was only darker than the night sky that stood above them.

He knew from his dreams the truth of the matter. This man was his Father’s killer. The one who slew him upon the fields of open combat in a war that he wished he never been witness to.

“Child.” The Black Knight spoke as the child realized he was looking straight into him, “Your Father had committed crimes against both Bretonnia and her people. He had not only lusted for the lands of others, but attempted in subterfuge to gain those lands when their defender was fighting against Bretonnia’s real foes.”

The crime seemed to simple when it was spoken like that. He had wondered in truth if what his father was doing was right but the man said that the time was right. That the Lady was shining her light upon him for the chance had made itself known. That by claiming these lands his Father could become vye for becoming a Count and even higher.

He was so dearly wrong.

The Black Knight reached over and brought the coffin inside, dragging it with what the young man realized was still a ginger touch.

He looked upon the coffin with sunken eyes. His cheeks already puff from the tears that were already rolling down his face.

“Honor the Chivalric Code and the Lady, or it will be Morr who claims you.” The Knight said as he seemed to be a giant about the kid, “For he was the one who claimed your Father in the end.”

Without movement of the warrior, the wooden door slammed shut. The child fell once again upon his knees and cried over the casket that was all that remained of his Father. A man whose ambition led him to getting killed. The son will learn, honoring the Lady and Morr in an attempt to placate the gods for the sins of his Fathers.

Forever stained by this moment he will renounce his family’s land without any heirs to it. In doing so, Willeme shall become something far greater than a simple Knight of the Realm.
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“Finished already?” The Dwarf asked as the moonlight obscured his face. Yet Lucian could hear the sarcasm that was laced within the voice, “You making us go all the way out here for this. You’re lucky we didn’t have any troubles getting their gate open.”


“To that we must give out thanks to Tee-Nee-Tyny.” Lucian said as he gave a friendly gesture to the Lizardman, “I don’t think it will be smart to be here overnight though.”

“Wise, warmbloods have already witnessed Bok.” The Lizard said as he stood on the head of his bodyguard, “As continue East, yes? To Castle Bastonne?”

“It will be a few more days but I think we can make it there.” Lucian said as he felt a little disheartened at the notion, “I don’t think we will be staying in any villages for a little while either.”

“Just for a couple of days.” Adok said as he rub his hands through his beard, “The Duke here was my Warden once, he will keep an eye out for us for the favors I did for him.”

“Both are correct, Tyny does not wish to be torched by Warmbloods.” The Lizard said as he gave exaggerated nods, “Avoid villages for two Counties, we should be good.”

“Then we have our plan. Travel in secret until about halfway to Bastonne, then we can look for a place to sleep and relax.”

“Sounds good, and I have been keeping up my ale stocks so I should only be dry by the second day.” Joked the Dwarf as he began moving Truffles towards the east.

Under the light of Mannslieb the group began making their way towards Castle Bastonne. The home of the First King Gilles le Breton. It was the place where Lucian was both enabled and Knighted, where the corpse of Grail Knight Osmond was at rest.

He only feared if returning to such a blessed place would bring the same issues Lucian had to fight before. But looking upon the rament of his lady, he did not fear what was to come.

>Temple of Morr
>Home of the Duke
>*Write in because I know Morrs temple will win*
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>>5808357
>Temple of Morr
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>>5808357
>>Temple of Morr
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>>5808357
>Temple of Morr

Yeah, can't think of a better place.
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>>5808357
>A Convent of hot goth Morr nuns
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>>5808357
>>Temple of Morr
We will go to Duke Guion later, both for some light talk and asking to add his sign to the warrant for Tyny and Bok. He is a decent enough man and didn't dislike us at all last time. I doubt his opinion changed.
Now a moment of prayer
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I wonder if we will find Father Wolfmar here. Definetly new priests since the locals ones were killed by the necromancer a year ago
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>>5808357
>>5808428
Backing.
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>>5808429
>>5808357
I still say we need a squire
>support
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>>5808357
>Temple of Morr

Find out who is running the place now. Worth making friends with whoever is in charge/replaced those that were slaughtered
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>>5808357

>Temple of Morr.

I have a question, in the temple hierarchy where do black black knights fit in? From what I know in the empire, black knights are the militant arm of the temple of Morr.
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>>5808850
I think the different holy knight orders of Morr act on the orders of the high priests of the Morrite Cult, but they do have their captains, commanders and great masters that lead them both in war and out of it. They have likely a decent amount of indipendency and autonomy, but probably still follow orders. There is some lore pages on them online, they make their own oaths too.
Its pretty much the same military structure even in the rest of the Old World. The Morrite are in all realms much like the Shallyians (cant remember their exact name, lets just say faithful of Shallya), and their holy orders can be found in those realms too.

Brettonia has a big emphasis on The Lady, so there is not much presence of holy knights of other deities. But Brettonia does still have a pantheon (mostly a mixof minor regional brettonian deities and other northern gods), so even the nobility prays to other divinities.
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>>5809161

So considering the former clerics were massacred, will we have a chance to meet other black knights on our visit?
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>>5809231
Thats ...... a good question actually. The Morrite cult wouldn't tolerate this kind of massacre, the necromancer while it wanted to desecrate and make an undead the corpse of Osmond also sent a message. Especially because it was a slaughter of not only the Morr priests of Bastonne but even ones from Bordeleaux and Aquitaine that arrived with the Brettonia army against the greenskins.
A force of black knights arriving here while protecting the new priests wouldn't be strange at all. For more than just bringing them here perhaps.....
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>>5809255
I would expect a few Shades to be there, maybe even the one that had a chance to appear after the vampire attack?
Was the imperial Morr priest that we met one of the ones that died in the arrack? I don't remember his name
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>>5779586
Updated the pastebin

>>5809273
Wendel Wolfmar might be there. But he was travelling north toward the Forest of Chalons last time we did see him, but that was a year ago when Lucian was still a peasant and Verac existed happily.
No he wasn't with the Bordeleaux, Aquitaine and Bastonne army during the war against the greenskins.
Wendel Wolfmar
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>>5809344
Thank you.
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>>5809345
No problem
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The shanty town that was connected to Castle Bastonne was just as Lucian remembered it. It kinda made sense as it has been just over a year since Lucian was within the city walls yet now he was a Nobleman. Instead the peasants kept working their fields nearby and there was a slow flow of traffic flowing through the city like anemic veins of commerce.

It was obvious after his first few steps that it was Lucian who changed the most. The Peasants who were scattered about the area quickly made way for the Black Knight and his company as they breached the outer streets of the shanty and crossed numerous roads. Even at intersections the peasants all stopped in what was likely horror at the group that was formed.


Lucian was at the front of them all, his heraldry displayed proudly upon the rump of Nightshade. Behind him was Adok who had a pole also displaying the banner of his person high into the air for all to see. Lastly, and likely what drove the greatest fear of all, as the two Lizardbeasts marching in the rearmost position. Upon the shoulders of the greater beast was the same heraldry that was drafted across Nightshade that were being held by a simple strands of gold.

For Tee-Nee-Tyny he wore a mantel with the colors of Lucian’s nobility upon him, but understandably did not have the raven upon himself. He was the Priest of different gods after all one would not expect him to wear the symbol of Morr upon his person.

It was both these articles and the sheer fear of the peasantry that prevented anyone from taking actions against them. None wished to attack the exotic allies of a Knight, even if many were clearly whispering that the Lizardmen were some kind of beastmen come to corrupt their peoples.

Though it was a soft stain upon his honor Lucian did not do anything about it. These people were simply the ignorant masses who he was sworn to protect. Simple misunderstandings was not something he could readily hang them across the gallows according to his vow.

Soon he came across the Morrish Death Temple. The doors always opened to the expectation of the Black Knight, he drove his black horse forward through the portal into the place where just a year ago over a half dozen of his own fellows were killed.
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Walking into the temple Lucian noticed quickly that it was upkept. Such a fact was only a reason of notice for the death of the entire convent had happened just a little while ago with Lucian being the last one to host any functions here. His eyes studied the room noticing that there was no Knight or Priest waiting for anyone arriving.

It was only when Lucian dismounted from Nightshade did one of the nearby doors open. The man wore the black robes of a Morrtician Priest and was built unlike a Peasant or a Noble. In a sense he was between their kinds, someone who could roughly be described as a normal man. Across his entire body was skulls that were far more than a normal Priest of Morr would have, and also upon his belt was the image of the Twintail Comet.

Lucian remembered the man in that instant, “Wendel Wolfmar, that is your name right?”

The Priest looked up, his features rough and scarred from the years of travel the Priest of Morr had committed himself to. He gave a subtle bow to those words, “That is indeed I, Lord Knight, may I ask who you are?”

“You do not need to bow your head to a fellow brother.” The Black Knight said as he placed his hands upon his helm and lifted it, “We saw each other in passing once, about two years ago. I am Lucian, Lucian of Verac.”

“Verac… you were that peasant boy from Aquitaine. It seems the words I have been hearing among the winds were true, you have carried the name of Morr onto the Nobility of these lands.” The man said with a genuine bit of surprise before his eyes gazed at those arriving behind the Knight, “And you have quite the Companions too.”


“Will this Temple allow us to rest our weary heads?” Lucian asked in a sort of morbid joke, “We have been on the road for days now due to the events we fought with.”

“Yes, yes you shall. Lucian you should learn that it does not matter if its Bretonnia, the Empire, Border Princes or Tilea a brother and his companions will always be welcomed by our fellow brothers. It is how I was able to travel for so long, even if some disagree with such methods.”

“Thank you.” Lucian said as everyone began settling in for the night.

>The Vampire
>Knights of Morr
>Whats been happening?
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>>5809406
>Whats been happening?
Nice to him again
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>>5809406
>Whats been happening?
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>>5809406
>>Whats been happening?
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>>5809406
>>Whats been happening?
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>>5809406
>>Knights of Morr
Whats the haps? But I want to know more about knights consacrated to Morr.... what is our power level compared to 'em?
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>>5809406
> Whats been happening?

>>5808577
This is me. Basically I wanted to become besties with whoever is in charge. Find out what the order thinks of the slaughter and what they want to do to rebuild (or have done already, although since no one greeted us it seems to be understaffed here).
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>>5809406
>>5809441
>get three potential squires. Best one gets the knights armor that we just killed
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>>5809406
>>Whats been happening?
Lets get to some talking, informing them of what we are going to do would be smart.
And also because we plan to go to Sylvania later, so passing by Altdorf first would be wise.

>“Yes, yes you shall. Lucian you should learn that it does not matter if its Bretonnia, the Empire, Border Princes or Tilea a brother and his companions will always be welcomed by our fellow brothers. It is how I was able to travel for so long, even if some disagree with such methods.”
Based brotherhood system. I guess some Morrite training and education will be always available if we need them. Like more miracles or better know the undead.
If we are staying in Bastonne capital more than a few days, we can talk with our fellow Knights of Morr too.
First time
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>>5809406

>Whats been happening?
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The two worshippers of Morr took up residence within a study. Lucian probably could have asked for the others to be present within their conversation but he had enough reasoning that some conversations were to be kept between members.

This one, where they were to discuss the future of Morrtition Temple, was one of those things that only the initiated were allowed to attend.

The room was lit by a few candles, but overall was still much darker than whatever the Nobleman and even some peasants would allow themselves to have. It was somewhat deary and damning but that was likely the point. They were worshippers of Morr after all, too much light and the peasantry would mistaken the Temple to a Death God as one to the God of Mercy.

The door opened and a fellow Priest had come into the room with a plate of refreshments. It was obvious though that the man was a novice in the arts of the Death God for his robe was not fully black. Yet he was still a member of the cult for the Raven dangled from his neck. He gave a solemn bow before returning to through the door and closing it.

“So I see you have been rebuilding.” Lucian said as he reached over and picked up the stale bread the man had placed before them both. Taking the block Lucian slammed it into the table, causing it to become two just as a brick would.

“I have been slowly working upon it for roughly a year.” The Imperial said as he took his piece of bread with a frown, “It has been hard work I can assure you. I made it here a few weeks after the war against the Greenskins and so most of the funds I would have gotten were lost.”

“If money is hard, what about recruitment?” Lucian asked as he dipped his bread into the glass of wine, causing the stale bread to become somewhat bearable.

“Morr is being selective of those that join us. About every two months a person comes through the gates into our Garden saying that he was instructed to come here.” Wolfmar said as he mimicked what Lucian was doing without mentioning a word, “I have visited a few temples whose recruitment is done actively, and found them all lacking. So the fate of this temple is in the hands of Morr himself.”

“People and money, I cannot really say if I understand anything.”

“It is an issue that I am working on.” The Priest said as he leaned in, “Do you mind talking about what happened here a year ago? When the Necromancers killed everyone?”

“I will try my best to remember.” Lucian said as he began telling the man the tale.
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Lucian told the tale as close as he remembered it. The facts about the number of Necromancer’s and their powerful undead was first and foremost within the mind of the Peasant. The timeline was rough, Lucian admitted, but it was close enough to explain what happened.

The mention of the warrior was something that took some interest from the Priest, but the most interest was the mentions of the ritual involving the Grail Knight. To say he looked somewhat confused was an understatement as at the end of his tale he spoke his mind on the matter.

“Really, they were attempting to raise a Grail Knight? From my travels across these lands I have not heard of anyone succeeding at something like that.” The Priest pointed out with some certainty.

“Albera believed they were capable of something. If we did not arrive there that hour then they might have raised the Grail Knight as something far more powerful.” The Knight said as he roughly remembered the words spoken that day.

“Interesting…” The man rubbed his chin hearing those words, “Have the Necromancers learned a way to raise someone so divinely gifted, that they have enough power to accomplish such a task, or perhaps do they have enough power to accomplish such a feat.”

“I… I could not tell you. I was just a peasant before and I don’t think many nobleman would give you a good answer either.”

“I ask because the answer could help us realize our next move.” The man said as he chewed on the remains of the bread that he was waiting on. He swallowed the last of the bread with an obvious pained expression, “Think of it as this; if it was the most former option than it is probably both the worst and oddest one. Maybe Grail Knights have been raised before and the history of such a thing whipped because it would bring terror to everyone.”

“I don’t think its that. We would be in a lot more trouble if that was true.” Lucian pointed out, “Why would a group of Necromancers risk that when a Vampire could easily pull it off if that was true.”

“Your point is taken. A Vampire is worth several Necromancers in aptitude in the necrotic arts.”
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“Then that means either they have a new technique, or things have changed.” Lucian said as he felt a pang or worry within his heart.

“Indeed. One of the first things I did was investigate the site of the ritual and nothing out of the ordinary was found. There was not a talisman nor a codex that they were using to gain such immense powers.” The Priest said as he gave a somewhat odd nod, “What do you know about the one who you fought against. He was a powerful undead correct?”

“Y-yes he was. The strongest man I ever had the chance to cross blades with. Where the Ork Warlord was strong and mighty he was competent and capable. His sword as well, well, it was something that easily sliced through my flesh.”

“You say like that's an odd thing.”

“It was. Normally weapons do not dig so deeply into me or the armor catches it, but the weapon he wielded went through my flesh and chainmail as if it was butter.” Lucian said as he shook his head, “It glowed, blue I think. It might have been magical or something like that.”

“Do you remember where the sword was placed?” The man asked.

“What?”

“Where did you place the sword? He gave you his armor but he did not give you the sword. Where did this enchanted sword go?”

>In his coffin
>With the Duke
>I… Don’t Know!?
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>>5810438
>I… Don’t Know!?
Oops we kinda forgot about the moonlight greatsword laying on the ground in front of us.
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>>5810438
>>I… Don’t Know!?
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>>5810438
I thought we left it as a grave marker, perhaps into his coffin but ultimately we didn't confirm this. The knight volunteered his armour not his armaments to Lucian as Wolfmar notes.
>I… Don’t Know!?
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>>5810438
>Maybe knight Orgmund took it?
>I dont Know.
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>>5810438
No thats not true. It would be better to say the sword wasn't placed in the options, and the qm placed the attention somewhere else like the armor of the Black Knight.
Which fair the qm is not someone supposed to help us, he is playing our enemies. This said though lets be honest, i can understand Lucian not being smart or having a bad memory for such a young age but :

>Perhaps Sir Galandril the Twinslayer or the Damsel Alabera the Golden took it ? They arrived to me and Adok side, when the fight ended.
He wasn't alone.

>>5810809
Osmont is the ancient grail knight corpse
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This does remind that i need to check your rules for how you have the votes accepted, i have the pastebin for general info.
I must say bravo because everyone literally didn't think, didn't thought or didn't even discuss it was possible to take said sword. Not even a single write-in about it. Then again there is usually not much discussion mostly "Alabera this or that"
Funny
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>>5810438
> I Don’t Know!?
The damsel and/or the grail knight would know. Likely with the remains though, since we left with the amor to see the Duke and caused an uproar.

>>5810857
I think the spelling is Alberea (at least it was in those posts from the duel with the fallen knight), and yes, we’re too preoccupied thinking with our sword to remember what she did with the fallen knight’s
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>>5810438
>I… Don’t Know!?
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>>“So I see you have been rebuilding.” Lucian said as he reached over and picked up the stale bread the man had placed before them both. Taking the block Lucian slammed it into the table, causing it to become two just as a brick would.
bruh... the travel mix the band likely had on their short travel was way better

I remeber saying something about the sword when it happened... holy shit this is such a well placed plot point. Serialized book-tier writing. Stories are not just about how its written but what! Things like this make the reader invested. More than one avid reader wondered about the sword when Lucian defeated the knight, and now they are getitng the payback of "see!!! the sword!!!"

>With the Duke
>See pic related
I have the feeling this doesn't change the outcome... don't tell me the sword is in the hands of Gilliot please
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>>5810438
>I… Don’t Know!?
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>>5810438
>Truffles took it
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>>5810438

>I… Don’t Know!?

To be fair, our little Lu never lies. Even if there is room to embellish the truth, he wouldn't do that.
So a response like this would be the most likely in keeping with the character.
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There was a sudden strain within the stomach of Lucian. It was like a deman was sitting upon his intestines and strangling them with his mighty hands with a devilish grin. Lucian had experienced worse pains in the past but this was not something he could withstand easily regardless.

He did not want to say what caused such a reaction but the Priest of Morr had to tell the truth, “I… I don’t know. I don't know where it is.”

The Priest shook his head to those words, “I was there a week after the incident and I found that the ritual site was mostly cleaned of objects and relics, including the sword.”

Lucian reached back into his memories of that night, “I… I remember the Knight balancing himself upon the sword in our final moments. Watching it barely move across my eyes as I parried it and struck a killing blow. The weapons… it might have been covered by the Knight’s own ashen body. When he turned to dust by Morr’s might.”

“So that would explain why the weapon was not collected at that time.” The Priest said as he rubbed his chin, “Who did the clean-up? Who took care of the scene?”

“I had no part in that.” Lucian said quickly, “The next night we were all preparing to march out north against the Greenskins. I did not have the time to return to the site to even collect his ashes.”

“Possibly was it cleaned to the orders of the Duke?”

“Alberea the Golden, she was there.” Lucian said quickly as he caught the memory of her face upon that fateful night, “She was there with the Grail Knight Galandril to collect the corpse!”

“But did you see them leave with it?” Wolfram’s question was just a hammerblow to Lucian, “If what you said is right then the sword was lost, either hidden by chance or perhaps even hiding itself.”

“You… you think the weapon might be possessed?”

“It's not something we can rule out.” The Priest pointed out as he gave a huff of breath.
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“What… well, its obvious that we cannot let a weapon like that roam free.” Lucian said as he shook his head, “We have no idea if the weapon he was using was his own, or if it was something made by those necromancers. Right?”

“What we do not know is who made the weapon.” Wolfram pointed out with a teacher's finger pointed towards Lucian, “Maybe it was a Damsel who felt the Knight or his Bloodline was honorable enough to receive such a weapon. Or the Necromancers, sent out on a dangerous mission, were given a Grave Guard equipped with a magical blade to secure their safety.”

“Will the blade tell us who made it?” Lucian asked, “Is that even possible?”

“Every wizard has a signature of magic, even if they do not mean to leave one it will be there.” The Priest of Morr said as he took a drink of wine. Lucian wondered now if taking the drink was suppose to help steel his nerves for the Knight was honestly anxious about the situation, “Depending on how much pride of vanity the mage had their signature will be easier to find. The Artifacts of Nagash our order holds for instance, have the signatures of Nagash himself.”

“So if we find the artifact we can learn a lot about our enemy.”

“Yes.” The Priest said as he drank the rest of his wine, “The issue comes though if the weapon is sentient, either with a Daemon trapped within it or worse. If that's the case, it might even explain why a Damsel did not feel the weapon’s presence, it was hiding from her.”

“So if that weapon is thinking, it's got a brain in it, which means it can mess with people. If it can take someone over, doesn’t that mean it just took over a peasant and ran?” Lucian asked with concern laced in his voice.

“Depends on the weapon, but from what I have heard sentient weapons are picky. It might be sickened at the idea of a peasant just picking it up let alone carrying it back to its home. Damn I wished we had an Inquisitor.” The man’s eyes focused on Lucian for this next moment, “Lucian, I know you are on your journey already, but this weapon might be the key we are looking for. I do not know how long will it take, but can I have your help searching for it within the city?”


>Yes, we need to find it.
>No, we need to get to Albion!
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>>5811672
>Yes, we need to find it.
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>>5811672
This is the last post for this thread, next post will be Tuesday!
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>>5811672
>>Yes, we need to find it.
Cursed sword we have to battle everynight in order to avoid corruption and wield it with extreme prejudice against our enemies!! FUck yeah!
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>>5811672
>Yes, we need to find it.
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>>5811672
>>Yes, we need to find it.
Destroy it and just within the city.

>>5811682
Sound dumb
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>>5811672
>>Yes, we need to find it.
Fucking Sentient swords man.
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>>5811672
>Yes, we need to find it.
It's like the quest for excalibur, however it's to prevent harm instead of gaining power.
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>>5811672
>Yes, we need to find it.
Look I know we said we were going to Albion, and we are, but just one more detour for a magic talking sword companion. Pinky promise.
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>>5811672
>No, we need to get to Albion.
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>>5811672
If we can write in

>Check on with our team and see what they think. Our Quest isn't time based for the moment but we don't want them to get mad because of our distractions

If the write in aren't allowed here then I vote for the yes. Maybe Adok and Tee will understand, it's not like once we're done in Albion we need to rush and kill Nagash itself right after that.
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>>5812505
No, after Albion we travel to Couronne with the Albionians clans warriors and force, the large amount of invading norscans that are fighting in north Brettonia and killed King Alexandros+defeated his army, in a surprise battle.
After that we have other stuff to do, a lot of it. Much to learn too, like going to Sylvania for see if the murderer of Verac was there and pass by Altdorf (Altdorf has a big temple of Morr so lots of knowledge there).

Destroying this sword sound important and i am willing to help Wolfmar and our fellow Morrite brothers, especially because this sword was in the hands of a necromancer that managed to do a great plot against brettonians and the Morr Cult. It cannot be something not important, hopefully working together we are faster. Some days is fine
Weeks not so much.
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Suggestion, make it so the sword is a demon/is the spirit of a vampire that needed a vessel to pour their soul into, and directed the necromancers to capture the grail knight's corpse and transplant the soul.
Cool fluff
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