>>5805575
>Purging a cult to the Dark One.
Time to purge

>>5805575
>Purging a cult to the Dark One.
Does our lady knight like to read ?

>>5805575
>>Storming the tower of a heretic sorcerer

Magic loot is the best loot.

>>5805575
>Purging a cult to the Dark One.

>I Just Love Lady Knights as tripcode
This is insanely based, I pray you don't drop the quest.
>>5805575
>Storming the tower of a heretic sorcerer
Some magicks are not meant to be wielded.

>>5805575
>Scouting an orc encampment for subjugation

>>5805575
all of these plots look good so I'll abstain from voting.
However, my respect to your refined taste OP.

>>5805575
>>Putting down an armed rebellion against the king's law

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This day, the church has called upon your holy sword to smite the heresy that has infested the land. A cult to the Dark One has taken root in the unclaimed mountain lands that sit between the your beloved Daffodil Kingdom and its perennial foe: the Empire of Roses. In normal circumstances, both Kingdom and Empire would overlook the mountain folk and leave them to their pagan ways, misguided as they are.

A folk god is one matter. The sacrifice of goats to a mountain spirit of dubious existence is a largely harmless endeavor. Indeed, official church doctrine is that such tutelary spirits are a manifestation of the Thousand-Faced Lord of Light, just as light can be divided into many colors when shone through a prism. It is an ignorant practice, perhaps, but sanctioned by the church.

A person should not be punished because the only light they've seen is red or blue.

In comparison, worship of the Dark One is a heresy most foul. He promises power to his priests and followers, and makes them all into his slaves. The thought of worshipping at a Black Altar must hold some appeal to the weary, the desperate, and the foolish, for all the sinful promises the Dark One makes his faithful.

But you have seen how such cults turn out. Priests may reign over mortals, but even they must serve at the foot of foul demons, and the congregated masses are made into things that are less than slaves. Degraded, violated, and brainwashed into the service of demon and monster. Humiliating themselves at the foot of the likes of orcs and goblins.

The very thought disgusts you. Which is why you are willing to work with a force that, in other circumstances, you would detest the order of working with. Who are they?

>Imperial dogs that the church has called alongside you. You will fly under the Banner of the Light.
>A pagan priestess of the mountain folk, who first identified this rot and beseeched the church for aid.
>A certain noble lord with whom you cannot get along with at all.
>The shadow of the Daffodil Kingdom, an evil that you sorely wish was not necessary.

>>5805963
>>A certain noble lord with whom you cannot get along with at all.

>>5805963
>A pagan priestess of the mountain folk, who first identified this rot and beseeched the church for aid.

>>5805963
Also, just in case, I'd like to vote to attach blades to our arm and leg armor so that we can't be restrained by any tentacles.

Rolled 1 (1d4)

>>5805963
Let the die decide…

>>5805984
>>5805984

>Imperial dogs that the church has called alongside you. You will fly under the Banner of the Light.

>>5805979
Haha
Wait… this not that kind of story is it…?

>>5805985
I'm voting so that it won't be.

>>5805963
>The shadow of the Daffodil Kingdom, an evil that you sorely wish was not necessary.

>>5805985
We will find out shortly I suspect.

>>5805963
>>A certain noble lord with whom you cannot get along with at all.

>>5805963
>A pagan priestess of the mountain folk, who first identified this rot and beseeched the church for aid.
Religion is a prism, after all.

>>5805963
>A pagan priestess of the mountain folk, who first identified this rot and beseeched the church for aid.
Always a good idea to have the local gods/spirits/what have you on our side!

>>A certain noble lord with whom you cannot get along with at all

>>5805963
>A pagan priestess of the mountain folk, who first identified this rot and beseeched the church for aid.

Though an edgy boi would be kino.

>>5806262
Oh shit you're right. Changing my vote to
>The shadow of the Daffodil Kingdom, an evil that you sorely wish was not necessary.

Though priestess is my next choice.

>>5805963
I'll also switch from >>5806262 to
>The shadow of the Daffodil Kingdom, an evil that you sorely wish was not necessary.

>>5805963
>The shadow of the Daffodil Kingdom, an evil that you sorely wish was not necessary.
Tempted to change this one to noble lord if there's a tie.

>>5805963
>A pagan priestess of the mountain folk, who first identified this rot and beseeched the church for aid.

>>5805963
>A pagan priestess of the mountain folk, who first identified this rot and beseeched the church for aid.

>>5805963
>>A pagan priestess of the mountain folk, who first identified this rot and beseeched the church for aid.

>>5805963
>The shadow of the Daffodil Kingdom, an evil that you sorely wish was not necessary.

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A small village at the foot of the mountains serves as the meeting place for the forces that will be involved in the purge.

Humble and quaint, it looks little different than the thorpes that litter your fief. A small gathering of hardly twenty thatch-roofed cottages with plastered-white walls, the only thing missing is the sign of the sacred prism hanging from the doors. In their place are strange pagan things carved in old runes whose meanings have been long forgotten, feathers hanging from polished stone.

They do not roil with the malice of the Dark One, but all the same, they are off-putting and alien to you. This is not the first time you will have worked with pagans before, nor shall it be the last. The Daffodil Kingdom protects their freedom to practice their faith, though proselytization is restricted. Yet those men were sworn to the Daffodil Throne, and they bore their loyalty to the King ahead of their faith in strange gods.

Here, the pagan folk swear neither to the Daffodil Throne nor to the Seat of the Crowned Rosette. No banner of a lord flies above the greathouse of their chieftain. The only sign that unifies them are the rune-carved stones, whose only unifying feature are the three feathers hanging from them, and the three teardops that encircle the outer edge.

As your men make their camp, you ride to the chieftain's greathouse with your squire and second in tow.

"Trev, go back to the camp, and warn the men to mind their tongues," you tell your squire when you see what banner joins your own outside the greathouse. Bright flowers upon dark backgrounds have been a standard long in vogue in the Land of Daffodils, but a violently magenta notanthus in bloom upon black means...

"The King is taking this quite seriously," your second, Boric, finishes your thought.

"Indeed, Boric..." you say. Now you know why no one told you whose men your own would be supplementing. You intended to remove your armor to meet with the priestess and the lord in charge of this expedition, but now... only your helm folds back into the onyx-gold choker about your neck. "Trev, tell them to double the watch as well. It seems the King's pet heretics shall be joining us on this endeavor."

"H-Heretics...?" Trevor stumbles on his feet as he stammers out the word, forgetting himself for a moment. The boy finds his lost manners as soon as he recovers from his near-tumble. "Y-Yes, of course, Dame Louise! I'll tell the men right away... mind their manners, double the watch."

You shake your head with a fond smile as he scampers back to camp. More grimly, your eyes turn towards the banner. Trust the King to be mad enough to send heretics to kill heretics. But what, then, is your real purpose here?

>To provide support for them, just as ordered.
>To inspire them to leave behind their heretical ways with your courage and grace.
>To keep a keen eye upon them, and note down anything suspicious.
>To be the leash that ensures these heretics do not step out of line.

>>5806628
>To provide support for them, just as ordered.
>To keep a keen eye upon them, and note down anything suspicious.

>>5806628
>>5806647
+1

>>5806628
>To inspire them to leave behind their heretical ways with your courage and grace.

>>5806628
>>To inspire them to leave behind their heretical ways with your courage and grace.

>>5806628
>To provide support for them, just as ordered.
>To keep a keen eye upon them, and note down anything suspicious.

>>5806628
>>To inspire them to leave behind their heretical ways with your courage and grace.

>>5806628
>You intended to remove your armor to meet with the priestess and the lord in charge of this expedition, but now... only your helm folds back into the onyx-gold choker about your neck.

Can you explain what this means? What am I supposed to be visualizing here. The helm folds back around our choker? Like on a sci Fi way or something?

>>5806628
>To provide support for them, just as ordered
we do have a job to do, but on top of that

>To inspire them by giving the mission and the cause our best
Kingdom has reasons to keep them around, and we will do our best to represent the creed we and it both stand for.

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Heretics or not, they are the King's men. Though their methods tarnish their honor, the loyalty of the Order of the Imaginary Color to crown and country stands beyond reproach. The King's orders told you to support the forces that have gathered here in purging the heretics, so you will carry out your duty with honor and grace.

Though you will keep note of things. It would not do for them to go beyond the bounds of the proscriptions the King has allowed them in their duties.

Stepping into the greathouse, you can see that the entry hall has turned into a warroom. An elderly man in humble - but well made - robes who must be the town chief stands in one corner trying his best not to be intimidated by the others in the you. You suspect him familiar with the woman in the red white garb of a pagan girl-shaman, whose pendant marks her as of the same faith the village keeps. It is the other two that his eyes dart too with some nerve.

A man and a woman, both blindfolded with a black cloth. Two magenta lights peak through the blindfold where their eyes ought to be. Like you, they wear a bodysuit of black armorsilk that clings to their forms. Yours is marked with gold runes, the sacred prism beneath your navel and your personal coat of arms on shoulder and thigh. Eldritch symbols scrawled in magenta writhe upon theirs, as if they were alive, glowing with heretical power, and in place of the sacred prism they have the notanthus.

The folding plate nexus worn about their necks is tighter than your own, and three times as thick. Plain and iron, like a collar, a medallion hangs from it bearing the crest of the daffodil.

"Dame Louise le Blanc..." the man drawls, not looking up from the maps. "I did not realize we would be receiving such auspicious reinforcements. I hope you're not here to spoil our fun. I claim first rights to any prisoners taken, we need human sacrifices to- ow."

The blindfolded woman raps the man on the ear. "Please forgive Sir Damien, Dame Louise. His sense of humor is..."

As she struggles for a word, the priestess interjects. "Disgusting, yes. Now, can we please get back on task?"

The tension in the room lifts as you join them at the table. Introductions are shared. The Chief is a man by the name of Rodrim, though he has little to contribute other than a neutral enough ground for people to meet upon. He is more scholar than warrior, a rarity in these parts of the world. The priestess is named Natasha, and she keeps faith to some river spirit that apparently brought her the ill news from upstream.

The King's pet heretics are Damien and Fiona, and you are not particularly eager to ask after their glowing eyes. Their scouts have already located one of the cult's strongholds...
>A village upon the banks of the river.
>An abandoned town built around the ruins of an old wizard's tower
>A cave complex that they've doubt can be reliably smoked out
>The ruins of a castle at the center of a lake.

>>5807163
>The ruins of a castle at the center of a lake.

>>5807163
>>An abandoned town built around the ruins of an old wizard's tower
No doubt eager to repeat whatever folly the former proprietor had committed that would leave the town in such dismal state...

>>5807076
The sci-fi way would not be wrong. Folding plate is a magic item in D&D, and in this world it's the common way for knights and men-at-arms with full harness to wear their armor. Complete with skin tight bodysuit underneath (the OP pic is canon for how MC-chan looks).

>>5807163
>>An abandoned town built around the ruins of an old wizard's tower

>>5807163
>An abandoned town built around the ruins of an old wizard's tower
Fucking wizards and their lack of sense of right and wrong

>>5807168
Are tactical heels mandatory for men too?

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>>5807163
>An abandoned town built around the ruins of an old wizard's tower
>>5807185
It is not without precedent. Bonus points for it making either the heretic dude or our second look like Raiden.

>>5807163
>The ruins of a castle at the center of a lake.

>>5807163
>>A cave complex that they've doubt can be reliably smoked out

>>5807163
>An abandoned town built around the ruins of an old wizard's tower

>>5807163
>The ruins of a castle at the center of a lake.

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>>5807163

>>5807163
>The ruins of a castle at the center of a lake.

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The map on the table details the stronghold of the cultists from a bird's eye view. Truth be told, it not as illuminated as maps of the Daffodil Kingdom and its neighbors may be, nor as intricately detailed as some models of the world. But where it lacks in flourish, it makes up for in the precision of its scale. Careful attention has been placed upon the differences in elevation as well, to inform your approach.

"How recent is this map?" you look to Natasha, whose gaze points towards the heretics. With their eyes hidden but for the magenta light flickering behind their blindfolds, you cannot read their expressions. Yet you get the feel they're both quite amused at something. "If this was from the village at its height..."

"The Order put this together over the past week," Damien says. "We can vouch for their veracity."

"You did not alert them to your presence?" you look to the ridge leading up to the hand-shaped tower upon the cliff. "If they sacrifice the village and hole up in the tower, they could draw this out into a siege. Which would take time we may not have... and levies better spent defending the border."

With a cliff facing the lake... depending on how deep its catacombs go, and how much supplies they've prepared, they could hold out there for years. Especially if they've some underground cavern that connects with the lake for fish and fresh water. You are not eager to sacrifice your men at arms to storm a sorcerer's tower, least of all one as ominous as a great hand grasping for the sky.

"We did not," Damien says with a placating hand. With a smirk, he says a few words you wish he didn't. "Should the Light shine upon us, you will have an opportunity for those decisive battles you love to force, oh Maid of Charlemont."

You scowl at the epithet. Boric's fists clench. Wisely, he does not reach for his sword when Fiona scoffs.

The color has drained from both Rodrim and Natasha's faces, who both look like they just learned that they were in the presence of a greater demon called by the Dark One's priests. Of the many epithets you have earned... that battle in your foolish, over-zealous youth is the one you like the least. Even if those deeds raised your family from men-at-arms to knights.

"You're the Butcher of Alans?" Nathasha finally asks, swallowing the urge to vomit. "The mad-dog girl who slaughtered a thousand men on the plains of Getea, clad only in the blood of her enemies? Whose body is said to be carved with a two hundred and seventy three curses against the Old Gods and their followers? Wed to her lance alone, mother of da-?"

"Silence!" Boric slams his fist upon the table. Natasha winces and obeys. "I will not listen to some pagan wildling besmirch my lady's name. This is an outrage, why is this girl even here?"

"Because the river is Blue, and Blue is one of the Light's seven children," Fiona speaks for the priestess, a fair point. "The blessings she can conjure are vital to our plans, Boric, son of Jan."

Tension has returned to the room in a way you cannot abide. Damien is far too satisfied with the chaos his words have sewn. Chief Rodrim looks ready to call an evacuation of the village for the demon in their midst. Fiona's cold logic does little to stave the rage boiling in Boric's blood. The poor girl shaman Natasha... she has the same fear on her face that you felt when the men of Alans descended upon that lonely outpost in Charlemont. You much preferred the peace and rapport that had been shared not a minute ago.

You toss a glowering look at Damien. He returns it with an unapologetic shrug, the lights of his eyes glittering with amusement.

Natasha was right. This man's sense of humor is truly disgusting. But what can you do? (Roll 1d20)
>Damien, not the girl-shaman, is the one who dishonored you here. You will have your satisfaction from him.
>Call out Damien on his nonsense and demand to know why he seeks to drive a wedge between you and this goodly folk.
>Take Boric by the shoulder. His actions will not ease the pagans' fear of your presence. Return to camp and let things cool.
>Tell Boric to settle down. You would like to know how it is the pagans see you.
>Inform the chieftain and the shaman that you have no ill will towards them or their people. Your mighty rage has but one target here: the Dark One and his followers.
>You recognize the fear in the girl's eyes. It is your own, when you were but a few years younger than her. Tell them of the girl whose armor broke before her spirit, and who raised the Banner of the Light atop the corpse of a Pagan King.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>5807761
>>Take Boric by the shoulder. His actions will not ease the pagans' fear of your presence. Return to camp and let things cool.

>>5807761
>>You recognize the fear in the girl's eyes. It is your own, when you were but a few years younger than her. Tell them of the girl whose armor broke before her spirit, and who raised the Banner of the Light atop the corpse of a Pagan King.
Backstory time.
>>5807766
Nice roll, let's fucking go!

>>5807761
>Take Boric by the shoulder. His actions will not ease the pagans' fear of your presence. Return to camp and let things cool.

>>5807777
Uh, what are those quads?
>>5807584
Wait, holy smokes, is that why you were asking what you needed to visualize?! You absolute legend, thank you, I'm honored.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>5807584
Nice.

>>5807761
>Take Boric by the shoulder. His actions will not ease the pagans' fear of your presence. Return to camp and let things cool.

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>5807761
>>Take Boric by the shoulder. His actions will not ease the pagans' fear of your presence. Return to camp and let things cool

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>5807761
>Tell Boric to settle down. You would like to know how it is the pagans see you.
>You recognize the fear in the girl's eyes. It is your own, when you were but a few years younger than her. Tell them of the girl whose armor broke before her spirit, and who raised the Banner of the Light atop the corpse of a Pagan King.
It’s nice that Boric feels strongly, but he needs to learn to temper his responses, especially when the outrage is product of misunderstanding or downright manipulation…

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>5807761
>Inform the chieftain and the shaman that you have no ill will towards them or their people. Your mighty rage has but one target here: the Dark One and his followers.

>>5807761
>Inform the chieftain and the shaman that you have no ill will towards them or their people. Your mighty rage has but one target here: the Dark One and his followers.

>>5807584
>When your fan art is so good people don't think it's a fan art and ignore it

>>5807584
It's not an image that turned up on any reverse search that I made. Is this genuine quest art for this quest?

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Diplomacy 33 vs DC 20

"Calm yourself, Boric," your voice cuts through the tension before the room can erupt in shouting and alarm. Ever dutiful, Boric deflates, looking at you in askance. Your eyes lock upon the instigator of all this anger, whose faint smile does not some much as quiver. "No one in this room is our enemy. Save your rage for the battle against the heretics."

"If that is your will, my Lady," Boric does not sound happy. Like many of your men-at-arms, he does not take affronts to your honor and reputation kindly. A trait you can appreciate, but can also lead to situations like today.

"Do tell me that you mean the Dark One's followers, Dame Louise," Damien asks, a sly look upon his face.

If his voice did not sound so satisfied at your reaction, you might have answered him. Instead, you turn to the more sensible of the King's heretics and say, "Fiona, I believe it best that we adjourn for tonight and regroup in the morning. The journey has been long and tempers are high, and I would like to give our pagan friends time to process things."

"Agreed," Fiona says before Damien can complain about how you ignored him. He gives her a look like a petulant child, that she ignores, rolling up the map. "Damien and I are put up in the inn, should you have need for us. Let us break our fast together on the morrow, when we've all had the opportunity to sleep on matters."

"I look forward to it." Standing from the table, you turn an offer your hand to the Chieftain, and then the Priestess. They both hesitate to take it for a moment, with a look that's not quite certain that you won't rip the arm they offer off. "Thank you for your hospitality, Chief Rodrim. Have a good evening, Natasha."

The priestess and the chieftain stare after you as you and Boric take your leave. You're not quite sure which one of them says "O-Of course, you too..."

Camp sits just outside the village, keeping a respectful distance from the homes and fields of the mountain folk. The tents have been pitched in a fallow field left to clover and offered by the yeoman who tends to it. Six great tents encircle a fire pit where the campfire has been lit, and the servants among your camp followers have put on a stew.

The largest two to serve as barracks for the men-at-arms. The next largest pair house the camp followers, whose job is to attend to your band's needs upon the road. The most ornate, from which your standard flies, serves double duty as quarters for you and your retinue, as well as command. The last is a pavilion to serve as the mess.

You sup with your men-at-arms, letting some of their more bawdy jokes that fly around go beneath your notice. It reminds you of the camp talk in your youth, though you as the freshest face in the camp oft found yourself as the subject matter.

Which was not a bad thing. Admiration from men can be nice, even when it's crude.

As the evening grows old, a young boy with a wooden sword approaches the camp.

>>5807971
He has a mop of fluffy gold hair and bright blue eyes filled with courage. A white smock that goes past his britches is tied off with a bright yellow sash, and he wears a scarf that matches it. A smile plays on your lips at how serious the face of this... he cannot be older than eight or ten, and he has that look of childish seriousness that stirs nostalgia in the heart. Anyone would quite pleased to have a younger brother as adorable as him.

The men let him into the camp with amusement in their eyes, and you sense not a whiff of magic upon him, so truly there is no worry. He approaches your table, where you play a game of chess with one of your men, Karl... who honestly is giving you a thrashing that you're happy to lay to the side.

"Are you the mean Alans lady who made big sis cry?" The young boy puffs up his chest in a manner most adorable, brandishing his toy sword. "If you are, I'm gonna make you say you're sorry!"
>Ruffle his fluffy hair and apologize for scaring his sister.
>Give him the satisfaction of an "honor duel", and use it as an opportunity to teach the boy a few things about swinging a sword.
>If he wants to make you say you're sorry... he needs to defeat you... in chess! Apologize to Karl for interrupting the game, but relations with the locals and all.
>Praise his courage, but turn the boy away with a poke to his forehead and a note that it's far too early for him to try such things.

>>5807761
>You recognize the fear in the girl's eyes. It is your own, when you were but a few years younger than her. Tell them of the girl whose armor broke before her spirit, and who raised the Banner of the Light atop the corpse of a Pagan King.
>Inform the chieftain and the shaman that you have no ill will towards them or their people. Your mighty rage has but one target here: the Dark One and his followers.

>>5807972
>Praise his courage, but turn the boy away with a poke to his forehead and a note that it's far too early for him to try such things.
>Ruffle his fluffy hair and apologize for scaring his sister.
I was too late

>>5807972
>>Praise his courage, but turn the boy away with a poke to his forehead and a note that it's far too early for him to try such things.

>>5807972
>Praise his courage
>but, young knight, you still have much to learn. Not only in learning how to pick your fights, but in discerning who your real enemy is.
>Ruffle his hair and apologize for scaring his sister

>>5807972
>>Ruffle his fluffy hair and apologize for scaring his sister.
>>Give him the satisfaction of an "honor duel", and use it as an opportunity to teach the boy a few things about swinging a sword.
New squire acquired

>>5807972
>Ruffle his fluffy hair and apologize for scaring his sister.
>Give him the satisfaction of an "honor duel", and use it as an opportunity to teach the boy a few things about swinging a sword.

>>5807584
Argh hot bitch my one weakness

>>5807972
>If he wants to make you say you're sorry... he needs to defeat you... in chess! Apologize to Karl for interrupting the game, but relations with the locals and all.
Hit him with the Fried Liver

>>5807991
>New squire acquired
Real giga Stacy move to make, from the perspective of Natasha.
>Walks into your war room
>Gets outed as the monster from some old war
>Quells her right hand's anger
>Makes your younger brother her squire
>Refuses to elaborate further
>Leaves (on campaign)
>>5807584
>No reverse image results
>Day 3 fanart
OP you better not abandon this quest.
>>5807972
>>Ruffle his fluffy hair and apologize for scaring his sister.
>>Give him the satisfaction of an "honor duel", and use it as an opportunity to teach the boy a few things about swinging a sword.

>>5807584
Wait, this actual fanart?

>>5807972
>Ruffle his fluffy hair and apologize for scaring his sister.
>Give him the satisfaction of an "honor duel", and use it as an opportunity to teach the boy a few things about swinging a sword.

>>5807972
>Give him the satisfaction of an "honor duel", and use it as an opportunity to teach the boy a few things about swinging a sword.

then
>Ruffle his fluffy hair and apologize for scaring his sister.
afterwards

>>5807972
Supporting >>5808168
I think it would be better thematically to playfight for a little bit, then after we’re satisfied he learned something throw the duel and apologize, as opposed to apologizing and then asking to duel anyway.

>>5808172
Agreed. Spar first, headpats later. Oneshota in the pastebins once we make him our squire and he inevitable has a crush on us.

>>5808024
Yep, seems so

>>5807972
>Ruffle his fluffy hair and apologize for scaring his sister.

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"Is that right?" you ask the boy. When he nods quite vigorously, you give a not-at-all apologetic look to Karl for what you are about to say. Your man-at-arms can read your intent quite well, and answers it with an irritating smile. "I am sorry, Karl, it looks like our match has to be cut short. Quite important matters of honor and all. It would not be right to let bad blood hang between us and the locals."

"I understand, Dame Louise," Karl says with a twinkling smirk. "Perhaps we can continue another day."

"Perhaps," you say. He no doubt will talk you into another game eventually. Karl loves the game so, with victories in almost every tourney to be found in the Duchy. You wave him off, and, look to the boy, affecting a playful seriousness to your words. "Now, we must needs get you ready for our duel, noble warrior of the mountain folk."

"I'm more than ready! Raaaaah!" the boy rushes at you. But all it takes to halt him is a hand ruffling his fluffy head. He pouts and whines, "C'moooooon..."

"Now, now, it's important a warrior wear armor." You chide. The scars from the butchery at Charlemont have faded with time and healing, but they remain enough of a reminder. When your father's armor failed you, the only protection you had was your faith in the Lord of Light. That and your rage saw you through the battle, but barely so. "And a duel of honor must be fair. Right now I am too heavily armored... and you are armored far too lightly."

"..." the boy looks a bit ashamed. "But I don't have any armor..."

You fluff his head enough to make him pout for a different reason. Satisfied he's no longer sulking, you tell him, "By all rights, a child should have no need for armor. Today, though, you're a little man defending his precious sister, so I think arrangements can be made. Trev!"

Squire Trevor comes to your side. He was only a few years older than this boy when the Duke gave him to you as squire; now, he's almost ready to receive his knighting. If he does well upon this campaign, then perhaps when you return to the Dukal seat. "Yes, Dame Louise?"

"Help this little man find a brigadine in his size," you tell him. Mouthing the words 'for sparring', you continue. "A helmet as well. There is a matter of honor to be settled and he needs appropriate harness."

Amusement plays in your squires eyes. "Of course, Dame Louise. What's your name little man?"

"Rickard, son of Bjorn!" the boy's eyes light up as Trev leads him to the luggage. One of his old sparring brigadines should do nicely for little Rickard, if it's still among his things. "What's your name, mister?"

"I am Trevor, son of Martin, of House Goldenbell." Trevor gives a grunt of effort as his scoops the boy up, much to the little man's annoyance. "Squire to Dame Louise le Blanc, who has many epithets that you can ask her about, I'm certain."

"The mean Alans lady?" Rickard asks.

"Oh, quite mean," Trev says something that you'll have words about later. "But the best teacher I've had..."

>>5808623
While the boy goes off to get his harness, you retract your folding plate back into the gold-onyx choker that hangs about your neck. The undersuit you wear beneath it provides all the protection that you will need. A finer craft than the standard issue, the Duke had it woven upon you behalf by his personal armorer. Your sigil is stitched into the shoulder and the thigh, while the prism of the Lord of Light rests beneath your navel. Many people say that your armorsilk looks quite fetching upon you, but you're certain it's just hollow flattery of the Maid of Charlemont.

After all, what man would want a towering giantess of a woman, half a foot over six with a body scarred from many battles?

Those unhappy thoughts stew as you prepare an ring for your spare with little Rickard. They flee when the boy waddles out from the baggage train with an old brigadine that's ever-so-slightly larger than it should be. Clearly unused to the armor, but determination radiating from him like a ray of sunshine. The helmet, at least, is a good fit. Honestly, that's more important than the armor by far. Children are heartier creatures than most think, but a blow to an unprotected head is a terrible thing no matter the age.

You want an opportunity to teach the boy a thing or two, as he's shown quite the heart this evening. Throwing the fight would dishonor him, and disappoint the camp followers, men-at-arms, and even a few villagers who have come to watch the child's play. He needs something attainable to reach for in this little duel, for a child with such scant experience and training.

>You will fight with your left hand only, unarmed. If he can avoid being forced from the ring for two turnings of an egg clock, victory is his.
>You shall not fight, only dodge. A bell shall hang from the straps upon your armorsilk; should he grasp it, he grasps his victory.
>You shall only parry and dodge his sword swings. His objective shall be to land a solid blow anywhere upon your body, when he does so, victory is his.
>You shall teach the boy the meaning of defense. You will hold back only in the strength of you blow. Should he catch your sword even lightly, he wins; should he give up, he has lost.

>>5808625
>You will fight with your left hand only, unarmed. If he can avoid being forced from the ring for two turnings of an egg clock, victory is his.

>>5808625
>After all, what man would want a towering giantess of a woman, half a foot over six with a body scarred from many battles?
There's some tomboy and tall lady lovers out there, you'll find them in due time

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>>5808625
>>You shall teach the boy the meaning of defense. You will hold back only in the strength of you blow. Should he catch your sword even lightly, he wins; should he give up, he has lost.
The first and most important rule of fighting, try not to get hit.

>>5808642
I'm just surprised she is eye level with me. That is a very large woman. Usually when people wanna say "tall lady" they hit up like a 6'1" or 2"

>>5808652
>You shall teach the boy the meaning of defense. You will hold back only in the strength of you blow. Should he catch your sword even lightly, he wins; should he give up, he has lost.
"DODGE."

>>5808625
>You shall only parry and dodge his sword swings. His objective shall be to land a solid blow anywhere upon your body, when he does so, victory is his.
Best defence is a good offence.

>>5808625
>>You will fight with your left hand only, unarmed. If he can avoid being forced from the ring for two turnings of an egg clock, victory is his.

>>5808625
>You will fight with your left hand only, unarmed.

>>5808625
No games, something in between these two I think
>You shall only parry and dodge his sword swings. His objective shall be to land a solid blow anywhere upon your body, when he does so, victory is his.
>You shall teach the boy the meaning of defense. You will hold back only in the strength of you blow. Should he catch your sword even lightly, he wins; should he give up, he has lost.

Also > 6' 6 in height, holy shit we are HUGE. Do we tower over everything or are all the knights gients? Valkyrie blood or something?

>>5808625
>After all, what man would want a towering giantess of a woman, half a foot over six with a body scarred from many battles?
You can't even imagine, Dame Louise.
Also why are you wearing heels with this height?

>You shall only parry and dodge his sword swings. His objective shall be to land a solid blow anywhere upon your body, when he does so, victory is his.

>>5808625
>You shall teach the boy the meaning of defense. You will hold back only in the strength of you blow. Should he catch your sword even lightly, he wins; should he give up, he has lost.
Defence is likely the most important thing we could impress on the young lad.

>>5808625
>>You shall only parry and dodge his sword swings. His objective shall be to land a solid blow anywhere upon your body, when he does so, victory is his.


>After all, what man would want a towering giantess of a woman, half a foot over six with a body scarred from many battles?
Notion that there may be ladies that would actually feel this way inflicts pain on my soul.

>>5808625
>You shall only parry and dodge his sword swings. His objective shall be to land a solid blow anywhere upon your body, when he does so, victory is his.

>>5808625
>You shall only parry and dodge his sword swings. His objective shall be to land a solid blow anywhere upon your body, when he does so, victory is his.

>After all, what man would want a towering giantess of a woman, half a foot over six with a body scarred from many battles?
She has no idea

I need to leave earlier than usual for work this morning, so the usually update will be delayed.
>>5808652
Yes, she is meant to be a very tall woman. She stands like a banner unto herself upon the battlefield.
>>5808713
You are five inches taller than Boric, and four inches taller than Trevor. Both of them are considered tall men, though not as tall as your father, who is not quite seven feet tall. Your mother is also taller than most women at 5'11'' (one of the few women not completely intimidated by your father's height).

Some people definitely think there's something supernatural with your father's bloodline, as they've been all on the north side of six foot six for as long as the family has been men-at-arms. The results of the battle of Charlemont only solidified those rumors, with many believing that your family has the blood of angels running through your veins.

Very few people could survive the wounds you took in that battle. Fewer girls of fourteen could survive them, or slay as many men as you did on that day. The Light's grace certainly played a part in that, but the Light's grace can only go so far.

(As a note, Louise eventually got chewed out for lying about her age to the men who came to call your father to arms. He was out on a hunting trip, mother was in town, and you were 5'10'' so they didn't question it.)

>>5808733
They were part of the armor that her family's liege gave her as a reward for her deeds during the invasion by the Alans Tribe, so she couldn't exactly say no. She's since gotten used to them and doesn't really think about it.

>>5808748
>>5808811
She definitely has a height complex, and sometimes wishes that she was as short and cute as her mother. She also is rather oblivious to men's attentions sometimes. For instance, she thought the bawdy jokes her comrades made of her when she was the newest recruit were just mocking her (when in fact, several of them were a sort of "Hahaha... but maybe...")

>>5808625
>You shall only parry and dodge his sword swings. His objective shall be to land a solid blow anywhere upon your body, when he does so, victory is his.

>>5808625
>You shall only parry and dodge his sword swings. His objective shall be to land a solid blow anywhere upon your body, when he does so, victory is his.

>>5808625
>>You shall only parry and dodge his sword swings. His objective shall be to land a solid blow anywhere upon your body, when he does so, victory is his.

>>5808625
>You shall not fight, only dodge. A bell shall hang from the straps upon your armorsilk; should he grasp it, he grasps his victory.

>>5808817
>(As a note, Louise eventually got chewed out for lying about her age to the men who came to call your father to arms. He was out on a hunting trip, mother was in town, and you were 5'10'' so they didn't question it.)
zam, we're the buff mulan

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>>5809257
what's the context ? is there an amazon-like is goblin slayer ?

>>5805575
You will never be a real knight.

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>>5809291
There are one amazon there, but he is talking with Female Knight

She want that not-Guts see her as a woman but is not sure how, or if is risking the relationship is wise. And she choose to ask what to do to the most autistic man on that side of the world.

Female Knight can be... Weird.

>>5808849
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>>5809153
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>>5809402
God has a lot of power in this world, which appear in practical ways. I can prove this to you, but youll have to do exactly what i tell you to do! Follow my instructions exactly, or else youll be left behind.

1. Go to your grocery store
2. Find the chocolate pop tarts. At the back of the shelf exists a single box which has 666 in the barcode number
3. Thats it!

I believe he does this because it tells us all we need to know about him. Think about how its possible, what type of mechanisms does god use to achieve this.

>>5809412
Forget God, what's a pop tart

>>5809422
Download some torrents which have a filesize of 666mb. He makes them himself, youll see what i mean.

>>5809424
God makes pop tarts?

The Holder of the Pop Tart

Go to any grocery store in your city. Ask to the first cashier you see a question: "Should Pop Tarts be consumed?"

If he or she try to hide a smile, you have find the right place.

Under the frightened and panicked gazes of workers and passersby, strip naked in the fruit section. Once this is done, go to the Pop Tarts section.

Security guards may show up, or customers may try to stop you. Don't hesitate to use lethal force to push them aside. You don't want to know where you'll end up if they stop you.

Once you reach the Pop Tarts section, look for the one with 666 on its barcode.

Once you find it, open it up over your head. You will feel like a layer of oil begins to cover every pore of your body.

Now you are the Holder of the Pop Tart. It's utter sweetness wasn't mean to be so bitter.

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One of the camp-followers, a older maid whom you know lords more imperiously over the camp laundry than the Duke over his duchy, clasps her hands on the young boy's shoulders. This is not the first time you have seen the woman smile, but it's a rare sight that you get to see. Without a hint of her usual iron in her voice, she asks, "Do you remember what Squire Trevor told you to say, Rickard?"

"Uh-huh!" Rickard nods vigorously. The maid gives him a gentle push across the rope circle you've set upon the clover and the grass. He raises his wooden sword in a salute and declares, "I'm Rickard, son of Bjorn! I've come to ch... I've come for an honor duel! You've strik... uh... I forgot... but you made my big sister cry! Should I be vic... should I win, I would have you apol... you gotta say that you're sorry!"

You try not to let your amusement at the way the young boy stumbles over some of larger words show upon your face.

Fortunately, you have a lot of practice, turning your smile into a grim mask.

"You are a brave soul, to seek out those you believe have wronged your sister." You put on your commander's voice as you speak with the boy, the same voice you use when handing down orders from on high to your men-at-arms. Pulling yourself to your full height, you stand firm and rigid. "It is an honorable cause. I, Dame Louise le Blanc, accept your challenge. In turn, I propose the terms of our duel be thus:"

You hold up your hand, curling your fingers to the form of the second meditative prayer. A mote of light floats from the tip of your index and middle fingers, raised high and rigid while the others make a circle with your thumb. Rickard's eyes follow the mote in awe as it darts about to the ground, carving a small circle in the dirt around your feet. It is a simple orison, a variant of the Dancing Light, and one that you have great affinity for.

"Should my feet touch the ground outside this circle, or should you land a solid blow upon my person with your sword, the victory is yours," you tell the boy. His eyes still search for the mote that has burnt itself out carving the circle. "I shall only parry and dodge. My victory shall come if you wear yourself out trying, or should you declare that you give up. Are these terms acceptable, Rickard, son of Bjorn?"

He blinks, the gears turning about in his head. With a small pout, he says, "That's unfair, though. If you can't move..."

"Then the gulf that separates us is suddenly but a long and careful jump across," you tell him. When he tilts his head in confusion, you say, "This duel shall be a test of your will, Rickard, son of Bjorn. How long are you willing to reach for the unattainable for the chance to dry your big sister's tears, I wonder?"

Rickard huffs, the grin of a clueless boychild crossing his face as the confidence of ignorance lights in his eyes. "There's no way! Just you watch, I'll win this easy. I accept your terms, Dame Louise le Blanc!"

With those words, Rickard rushes at you.

>>5809571
The boy has valor and the boy has vigor, but what he most certainly does not have is experience and technique. Seeing him flail his wooden sword about without an iota of control, or any form beyond what he loosely copied from seeing older men spar... is this what your father saw, when he put a practice sword in your hand for the first time and said "Come at me, Lou."? He waves it like a bat, or - better said - like a boy playing at swordsman with his friends, banging on a pot-lid shield more to make noise than to fight.

Constrained to the circle, it is actually a challenge to keep his blade off you, at least at first. Not for how quick he is, nor certainly how strong, but for the truth behind beginner's luck. One who knows nothing of what they are doing can often be more dangerous than someone who at least knows a little bit about what to do. Not because they have some hidden talent, but because in their ignorance they are unpredictable.

A lesser sword would have let one slip through your guard, constrained in your footwork as you are.

It takes effort, but every wild swing he makes is followed by the sound of wood clacking against wood. The clacks become a rhythm to your ears, and soon enough you understand the pattern the boy strikes in. A single cut practiced a thousand times is better than a thousand practiced once... but worse than ten practiced a hundred times.

In the chaos of the battlefield, repetition is a sin that can be forgiven. In the ring of a duel, repetition is death. For if someone has the calm eye to read you, they suddenly control the fight.

The boy repeats himself too much, and wastes far too much motion doing it. Now that you understand what your eyes see, you hardly need think how to respond to his blows. Your sword arm moves on its own to catch his wooden blade, while your mind considers how to punish his bad habits. He only needed ask for an apology and you would have given it freely, so you hope to teach him something or another.

When he repeats his swings too much, you cut his sword from his grip and send it spinning into the dirt.

When his swings get too wild, you let him overextend and take a tumble.

When he wastes motion, you thwack at his hand, making him drop his sword.

He learns from these lessons slowly as he goes. More importantly, he refuses to give up. Even as the sun begins to creep its way past the horizon, as he's panting from the unfamiliar weight of his practice brigandine, he does not whine and declare defeat. He growls in frustration and shouts in annoyance when nothing seems to work, but he keeps at it. Trying different things, some of which you nearly miss before they've pierced your guard.

Your men and camp-followers who've gathered to watch the duel cheer the little man on, of course. He's taken such an admirable attitude towards protecting his sister, you would not have it any other way. Such behavior ought to be nurtured in all children, be they pagan or faithful.

>>5809572
Inevitability catches up with you before the sun dips too low.

A storm of fury clad in red and white rolls into the camp like thunder and the howling winds, her golden hair trailing like a banner. Though you tower above her by easily a foot and a half, you understand why the men-at-arms posted at the watch let her blow right through them. Even you cannot help but be a little intimidated as she flows right through the gather cloud and marches straight past the border of the dueling ring.

Indeed, the commotion she kicks up distracts you just long enough that you feel the thump of a wooden sword striking against your thigh.

"What are you doing with my brother, you... you..." Natasha grabs her little brother and stares at your in apprehension and just a bit of fear. Both of those soon get overwritten by shock and embarrassment as her eyes wander your body. They linger on certain places where you occasionally feel the gazes of men linger long enough that it becomes less flattering, and more unpleasant. "W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-Wha-"

An expression of pleasant neutrality forces its way upon your face as you come to the conclusion that this shrine maiden Natasha may be one of those bothersome sorts. They existed in the women's barracks, when you were but a man-at-arms, their hands just as grabby as any womanizer's. To put it politely: a woman's woman.

Not that there's anything wrong with that.

"Big Sis, I did it!" Rodrick nuzzles his way free from his sister's stiff arms. With a triumphant pose, he raises his wooden sword aloft. "I beat the mean Alans lady in a duel! That means she's gotta say she's sorry for making you sad!"

"You did... what...?" A hundred jumbled emotions play upon Natasha's face as she looks down at her little brother with eyes as wide as saucers. Then her head snaps back to you with an accusatory glare. Her brother's voice must have reset whatever thoughts tumbling about inside her mind that left her stuttering. "And you! Just what is that scandalous outfit that you're wearing? Is it some common practice now, that the lowlanders' lady knights make a habit of dressing themselves as ladies of the night?"

>Ignore that last bit with grace, and tell her of her brother's valor.
>Gracefully and sincerely explain that she is quite mistaken about your armorsilks.
>Little Rodrick looks like he wants to speak. Insist that she hear him out
>Ignore that last bit with grace, and tell her of your concerns about the Order of the Imaginary Color.
>Ah. Not only is she that sort, but she's in denial and blaming her attractions upon those she's attracted to. Assure her that neither you nor the Light judge her, but firmly affirm that you have no interest in girls or women.

>>5809573
>Little Rodrick looks like he wants to speak. Insist that she hear him out

>>5807584
Question for the artist if they're still around: is it alright if I use this as an account avatar for a notifications account and a forum (QQ/SB)?

>>5809573
>Ignore that last bit with grace, and tell her of her brother's valor.

She called us a whore but she's the one leering like she's shopping for meat. What a silly woman.

>>5809573
>Ignore that last bit with grace, and tell her of her brother's valor.
bratty pristess, leering on us... correction will come

>>5809573
If we can do >write ins : apologize for making her sad, you lost the duel after all. Then retire from the affaire, seek no conflict. The priestess will apologize on her own later, or she won't.

If no write in, then just:
>Ignore that last bit with grace, and tell her of her brother's valor.

>>5809578
Sure, it's a gift for you after all.

>>5809606
Oh right, we mustn’t forget to fulfill our obligation and apologize.

>>5809606
Thank you! And write ins are always acceptable, I've just found that they rarely get used or gain traction.
>>5809609
Do not worry, Louise is a woman of her word, and will apologize in the next post no matter which option is selected.
>>5809583
>>5809598
Natasha is less leering, and more shocked at the bodysuit and was doubletaking to make sure she wasn't seeing things. Armorsilks are as recent an invention as gonnes, and the highlanders are quite unused to them.

>>5809573
>>Little Rodrick looks like he wants to speak. Insist that she hear him out

>>5809573
>Little Rodrick looks like he wants to speak. Insist that she hear him out

>>5809573
>Tell her of her brother's valor
>Tell one of the knights to remove his armor to prove it's the standard knight equipment (but actually to scandalize the priestess even more)

>>5809617
I reject that. She was leering. Lalalalalala can't hear you.

>>5809573
>>Gracefully and sincerely explain that she is quite mistaken about your armorsilks.
>>Little Rodrick looks like he wants to speak. Insist that she hear him out

>>5809573
>Gracefully and sincerely explain that she is quite mistaken about your armorsilks.

>>5809573
>Tell her of her brother's valor
>Tell one of the knights to remove his armor to prove it's the standard knight equipment (but actually to scandalize the priestess even more)

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>>5809573
>>Gracefully and sincerely explain that she is quite mistaken about your armorsilks.
>>Little Rodrick looks like he wants to speak. Insist that she hear him out

>"Maybe I will take him as a squire."
>Lesboknight cucked by his little bro

>>5809573
>Ignore that last bit with grace, and tell her of her brother's valor.
>Gracefully and sincerely explain that she is quite mistaken about your armorsilks.
Right so yeah. No need to be an ass about things.

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>>5809779
>lesbo cucked by little bro

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"I won the honorable duel!" Little Rodrick chirps with excitement, eager to explain the course of the night to her sister. He bounces up and down, wiggling excitably out of her arms every time she tries to pull him close. "Mister Squire Trevor was super cool and nice and let me wear his old brig... uh... his pagey armor, cuz I had to wear armor to challenge the Alans lady. He told me what I had to say to formalmalize it, and then the Alans lady went:"

In a most adorable fashion, his excitement flattens into the very picture of childish seriousness. He puffs up his chest, and does his best to mimic your contralto voice, "'This is a test of your will, Rickard son of Bjorn. Cuz of the big golf between us... if you can hit me even once while I'm defending, you win. How long will you reach for untamable?'"

The excitement roiling underneath Rodrick's expression quickly boils back up to the surface. He makes a show of swinging his practice sword, "Then we dueled for a looooooooong time cuz she's REALLY good at hitting my sword away. How'd she get so good at that, anyways? Girls never wanna play swords... but that's not important! After a long, long time, I won! And now she's gotta say she's sorry."

Natasha stares down at her little brother as he spins the tale most excellently in that delightful and childish way.

A twinkling smile crosses your face at the boy's antics. You could have said things more succinctly, but you gave him some space so that you could ponder how best to avoid sending the wrong signals to Natasha. Many times before, that sort of woman has taken your chivalrous behavior as overtures towards them that you did not mean to make. Such situations always end in frustration for every party involved.

After she finishes processing her brother's words, Natasha fluffs his golden head. Her gaze towards you is no longer a glare, nor a lustful leer, but rather suspicion. "What has my foolish little brother demanded you apologize for, lady Louise?"

The expression of neutrality forces its way upon your face once more. That sort of woman always calls you by 'lady', if they even bother with a title in the first place.

"Your younger brother quite bravely marched into my camp, and demanded an apology for the distress that my presence caused you during our meeting in the war room," you explain to her with a carefully measured tone. Motioning with hand to the wooden swords, you continue, "And he has shown determination and valor enough to have earned it.

"I cannot, and will not apologize for my deeds upon the fields of Charlemont," your eyes narrow as you speak. The boy earned an apology to his sister, but these words are between adults... or, well, an adult and a maiden on the cusp of womanhood. "But I should have been more forthright with my identity, as those deeds do carry some amount of infamy with them. For that, and the distress that it has caused you, I apologize."

>>5809901
Natasha's eyes narrow, as if looking at a man-eating lion who has offers its mane to be stroked. "Very well. Your apology is accepted. Let us continue with our plans on the morrow."

"Hooray!" Rickard gives a bright eyed cheer. "Now you can be friends!"

Natasha does not answer that. She only pulls her brother in close, still having her suspicions of the men who have marched into the Highlands under your banner. He gaze drifts across the camp, and then back to you. Once more, you force a serene expression as you feel her eyes trace your body, lingering most especially where the armorsilk has been molded to conform to the contours of your breasts. Her face turns red as she studies the flattering cut, and the details of lace that form the borders between your torso and your limbs.

"I-I would ask one thing more before I take my leave, lady Louise," Natasha says with a trembling voice. She waits for your answer. You give it with a nod, hoping only that she doesn't ask for something ridiculous, as that sort of women too often ask of you.

With a deep breath, Natasha steadies her voice and asks, "Just what were your intentions, wearing such a lascivious outfit in front of my younger brother?" Roll 1d20
>Explain armorsilks to Natasha... and acknowledge that you suppose they are considered quite flattering.
>A practical demonstration seems necessary. Have Rodrick step over to you and strike you as hard as he can.
>A visual demonstration seems necessary. Have Trevor step over and collapse his folding plate to show her.
>This could be fun. Have Rodrick step over to you as if you wanted a demonstration... and then put your hands on the boy's shoulders and declare your intent to make him a Page who will assist you and Trevor.
>As above, but give her a proper explanation after you provoke the reaction.
>As above, but also have Trevor show off his armorsilks, as Natasha seems weak to them.

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>5809902
>Explain armorsilks to Natasha... and acknowledge that you suppose they are considered quite flattering.
No need to bully them especially after the boy fit so chipper.

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>5809902
>Explain armorsilks to Natasha... and acknowledge that you suppose they are considered quite flattering.

>>5809902
>Explain armorsilks to Natasha... and acknowledge that you suppose they are considered quite flattering.

She's not wrong lol, I mean if none of the boys are walking around in pure armour silk then what are we doing. It would be funny if we develop a complex about it.

>>5809902
>A visual demonstration seems necessary. Have Trevor step over and collapse his folding plate to show her.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>5809902
>Explain armorsilks to Natasha... and acknowledge that you suppose they are considered quite flattering.
>A practical demonstration seems necessary. Have Rodrick step over to you and strike you as hard as he can.
Again. No need to be an ass to the girl that is going to be our guide tommorow. Although we REALLY should have a talk with her about the fact that she is in denial about being a lesbian. That shit is bad for a person.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>5809902
>>This could be fun. Have Rodrick step over to you as if you wanted a demonstration... and then put your hands on the boy's shoulders and declare your intent to make him a Page who will assist you and Trevor.
>>As above, but give her a proper explanation after you provoke the reaction.

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Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>5809902
>>This could be fun. Have Rodrick step over to you as if you wanted a demonstration... and then put your hands on the boy's shoulders and declare your intent to make him a Page who will assist you and Trevor.
>>As above, but give her a proper explanation after you provoke the reaction.
>>As above, but also have Trevor show off his armorsilks, as Natasha seems weak to them

Ball it

>This shota is mine now

>>5809902
>This could be fun. Have Rodrick step over to you as if you wanted a demonstration... and then put your hands on the boy's shoulders and declare your intent to make him a Page who will assist you and Trevor.
>As above, but give her a proper explanation after you provoke the reaction.
>As above, but also have Trevor show off his armorsilks, as Natasha seems weak to them.
Squire acquired

>>5809902
>A visual demonstration seems necessary. Have Trevor step over and collapse his folding plate to show her.
>As above, but give her a proper explanation after you provoke the reaction.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>5809902
>>This could be fun. Have Rodrick step over to you as if you wanted a demonstration... and then put your hands on the boy's shoulders and declare your intent to make him a Page who will assist you and Trevor.
>>As above, but also have Trevor show off his armorsilks, as Natasha seems weak to them

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>5809902
>This could be fun. Have Rodrick step over to you as if you wanted a demonstration... and then put your hands on the boy's shoulders and declare your intent to make him a Page who will assist you and Trevor.
>As above, but give her a proper explanation after you provoke the reaction.
>As above, but also have Trevor show off his armorsilks, as Natasha seems weak to them.
I wanna get him as our Page.

>>5809951
kek hope I didn't just waste a 20

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>5809951
>>5809955
Lol

Lets to keep rolling then

>This could be fun. Have Rodrick step over to you as if you wanted a demonstration... and then put your hands on the boy's shoulders and declare your intent to make him a Page who will assist you and Trevor.
>As above, but give her a proper explanation after you provoke the reaction.
>As above, but also have Trevor show off his armorsilks, as Natasha seems weak to them.
>>5809908
I think was for the duel or something, so that it was fair?

>>5810049
You need to link your vote to this post bro >>5809902

>>5807584
Ahh, the RatQM delivers. Good start

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>5809902
>Explain armorsilks to Natasha... and acknowledge that you suppose they are considered quite flattering.

I still can't believe we got such killer fanart for the quest already.

>>5809902
>>This could be fun. Have Rodrick step over to you as if you wanted a demonstration... and then put your hands on the boy's shoulders and declare your intent to make him a Page who will assist you and Trevor.
>>As above, but give her a proper explanation after you provoke the reaction.
>>As above, but also have Trevor show off his armorsilks, as Natasha seems weak to them
Don't know if we're supposed to all roll or not.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>5810207
I'll roll just in case.

>>5810207
Wait is the first part of the vote needed? Since both parts are saying it's the same as the top one.
Well I'll keep my vote as is just to be safe.

>>5810226
The difference is whether you want to to a power move and mark yourself as a top dog or be a coward.

And if you wanna to get a shota as a squire too.

>>5809902
>>A visual demonstration seems necessary. Have Trevor step over and collapse his folding plate to show her.
>A practical demonstration seems necessary. Have Rodrick step over to you and strike you as hard as he can.
Declaring a random boy a page would be quite an affront in feudal society, he has his own lord, and Louise is not that lord

>>5809902
>>This could be fun. Have Rodrick step over to you as if you wanted a demonstration... and then put your hands on the boy's shoulders and declare your intent to make him a Page who will assist you and Trevor.
>>As above, but give her a proper explanation after you provoke the reaction.
>>As above, but also have Trevor show off his armorsilks, as Natasha seems weak to them.

This is too funny to no try it

>>5810525
B-but the MEMES anon!

>>5810549
personally I don't want to take this innocent boy as my squire on the eve of bloody battle

>>5810557
What, don't want to have to deliver the mangled corpse of a child to his next of kin? Or the village he hails from when the rest of his family also died in the action?

Very respectable, actually. Brave kids die. Willful kids die. Stubborn kids die. And this kid is hitting the triple whammy. He's basically a walking death flag. Let's not sign his death warrant.

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Diplomacy 24 vs DC 25

The thought crosses your mind to tease Natasha about how you intend to lay your claim upon her little brother... as an addition to your retinue. Levity upon the eve of battle can do wonders for morale, and with Trevor on the verge of knighthood you will need a new squire. The boy has certainly shown that he has heart. If the good first impression lasts through the campaign to purge the cultists, you may speak to the village chief on this matter before returning to your homeland.

Two things stop you from proceeding with this merry prank.

His status as a lordless highlander complicates matters. Homely and charming as this village may be, it belongs to a nation that is no nation and a people who have no lords or kings. Errant Knights have taken squires from the highland folk before, many of whom have risen to become great heroes of the kingdom. Taking Rickard as a page would not be without precedent.

Your oaths to the Duke leave you with much less freedom to choose your retinue than such men, however. Many people of influence would seek to send their sons and tomboyish daughters to serve you as squire, and you've no doubt the Duke has already assembled such a list for the moment young Trevor is knighted.

Page would be a far easier ask, and more appropriate to his age. Declaring that desire now, however... no, it is not the right time. His family and his chieftain must be consulted, and then you must petition the Duke for his permission to bring a highlander into your retinue.

Also, you feat it will antagonize Natasha more than amuse her. Something you wish to avoid, so close to the start of what will certainly be a bloody campaign.

"Ah, well, I retracted my harness to keep our equipment on an even footing, Natasha," you tell her. When she arches an eyebrow in suspicion, you continue with your explanation that, "An honor duel is not so honorable when one side has the advantage in equipment. Folding plate does far more than protect, it lends the strength and endurance of steel to those who wear it."

"Is it then the fashion in the lowlands, for lady knights to prance about in something that clings like a second skin beneath their armor?" Natasha asks you. She's gone as far as to try to cover her brother's eyes, though you cannot understand why.

"Not just women, but men as well," you inform her. She perks up at your words... and deflates just as swiftly as if she remembered something sour. "Armorsilks are an improvement upon the gambeson that is as protective as brigandine... and thus, suitable for Rodrick's duel."

"Whatever you say, lady Louise." Natasha sounds like she doesn't believe you. Before you can broker further argument, she curtseys, and pulls her brother away. "I am afraid that it is well past Rodrick's bedtime now. Thank you for your tolerance of my brother's intrusion upon your camp this evening. Say goodnight, Rodrick."

"Good night!" Rodrick waves as he's carried off.

>>5810602
You watch the two of them return to the village with your arms crossed beneath your breasts. Beneath the light of the full moon, winding path that leads up from the field to the village on the hill provides no trouble to them. The cries of wolves in the mountains are distant things. They howl their prayers to the Lord of Light as they always have and always well, hoping they might reach his estate upon the moon. In many ways, your mind empties... yet in many other ways it is filled with contemplation.

Boric joins you in your reverie with two mugs of camomile, one of which his passes to you. Where as you simply watch the girl-shaman leave, he struggles to keep his hostility towards Natasha from his face. After taking a sip of tea, you say, "That could have gone worse. The highland folk are a strange people... for all that we are similar, I still feel like I'm stepping on a foot every now and then."

"Bah, they're not all that strange," Boric insists. When you look at him in askance, he shrugs and explains, "Girl just needs to learn a bit of respect, is all. The queen could march into camp in all her naked beauty, and not a single one of us would treat her with any less respect."

You snort in amusement. "Don't let Her Majesty hear you say that, or else she might get some strange ideas."

"Wouldn't dream of it, Dame Louise."

You and Boric exchange old jokes for as long as the tea in your mugs lasts. The moon is higher than you would have liked it to be when you at last retire for the evening. Hopefully tomorrow, Sir Damien will not see fit to disrupt the war room with errant barbs and his disgusting sense of humor.

Tonight, you dream of... Roll 1d100

On the morrow, you will wear...
>Your armor and armorsilks, just as you did to yesterday's meeting.
>The clothes you wear when the Duke calls you to a strategy meeting.
>The clothes you prefer to wear to court.
>The dress your mother had tailored for your on your twenty-fourth birthday.
>(Wear your armorsilks beneath whatever you are wearing.)

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>5810603
>>The dress your mother had tailored for your on your twenty-fourth birthday.
No Squire? Sad! We must kidnap him

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>5810603
>>Your armor and armorsilks, just as you did to yesterday's meeting.
I mean, duh? Why the hell wouldn't you wear armor when it is so convenient? If I could have a bulletproof vest that fit inside a wristwatch I'd be keeping that shit on me 24/7. Not like it's a formal event.

>>5810612
I should note that you will always be "wearing" the armor in the sense of wearing its choker form. It's whether or not it will be worn openly (as in, per the OP image) or if it will be kept in accessory form and you wear something else.
>>5810606
Do not do this.

>>5810613
We'll ask very nicely then!

>>5810603
>The dress your mother had tailored for your on your twenty-fourth birthday.

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>5810615

>>5810603
>>The clothes you prefer to wear to court.

>>5810603
>Your armor and armorsilks, just as you did to yesterday's meeting
Why pretend we're something else

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>>5810603
>(Wear your armorsilks beneath whatever you are wearing)
How about a nice tunic over the armour silk. Nice and fashionable

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>5810603
>Your armor and armorsilks, just as you did to yesterday's meeting.
For that last roll, did you pick the best one ? and what did you add up to it ?

>>5810603
>Your armor and armorsilks, just as you did to yesterday's meeting.

Come on people, it's a chance to dress differently!

>>5810603
>>The clothes you wear when the Duke calls you to a strategy meeting.
Dammit guys it could've been funny.

>>5810603
>The clothes you wear when the Duke calls you to a strategy meeting.
>(Wear your armorsilks beneath whatever you are wearing.)
How old are we?

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>5810603
>>The dress your mother had tailored for your on your twenty-fourth birthday.

>>5810603
>The clothes you wear when the Duke calls you to a strategy meeting.

>8, 18, 17 rolls (assuming bo3)
Where'd the 24 come from?

>>5810603
>Your armor and armorsilks, just as you did to yesterday's meeting.

>>5810867
Previous roll, we rolled a 17 and ended up with a 33. This time, we rolled an 8 and got a 24.

It seems that this is bo1, and we have a bonus of +16 on diplomacy.

>>5810603
>The dress your mother had tailored for your on your twenty-fourth birthday.
>(Wear your armorsilks beneath whatever you are wearing.)

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>5810603
>The dress your mother had tailored for your on your twenty-fourth birthday.

Rolled 4, 9, 4, 7, 10, 7, 6 = 47 (7d10)

Morning update is going to be a character sheet today so that you guys have a better understanding of what she can do. Rolling her HP, any rolls below a 5 become a 5.

>>5810603
>The dress your mother had tailored for your on your twenty-fourth birthday.

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>5810603
>The dress your mother had tailored for your on your twenty-fourth birthday.

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Louise le Blanc
Female Human Knight 8
LG Medium Humanoid
Init +3; Senses Perception +18, Darkvision

Defense
AC 27, touch 20, flat-footed 24
CMD 31
HP 91 (8d10+32)
Fort +12, Ref +7, Will +10

Offense
Speed 30ft
Melee Tephres +16 (2d6+11 Piercing, 2d6 Radiant), Charge +18 (4d6+22 Piercing, 2d6 Radiant)
Magic Holy Blast +11 (4d6 Radiant, 4d8 Radiant vs Undead or Demons), Holy Blast [Spell Point] +11 (8d6 Radiant, 8d8 Radiant vs Undead or Demons)
Spell Attack Tephres +16 (2d6+11 Piercing, 6d6 Radiant, 2d6+4d8 Radiant vs Undead or Demons)

Statistics
STR 24, CON 18, DEX 16, INT 12, WIS 14, CHA 20
Base Attack +8, CMB +16
Honor 6/6 (0 Stains)
Traits Athletic, Bred for War
Skills Acrobatics +15, Appraise +12 Climb +19, Intimidate +16, Nobility[1] +16, Perception +18, Profession (Soldier) +13 Ride +14, Survival +13, Swim +19
Languages Daffodil, Highland, Rose

[1]Thanks to her Courtly Manners class ability, Louise uses her Nobility skill whenever she would roll Diplomacy, Religion, or Sense Motive

Class abilities
Courage: When effected by fear, add +2 to all penalized rolls. If this matches or exceeds the penalty, act normally (though you are still under the effect for further interactions).
Honorbound: Knightly Code of Conduct. Stain Honor (Reduce Max Honor) for violations, cannot spend Honor if you become Honorless (Zero Max Honor).
Valorous Strike: Gain Valorous Strike as a Bonus Feat
Favors: Receive favors that you display on your person, gaining abilities based upon who bequeathed them. Stain Honor if one is destroyed. (Currently Held: 3)
Great Honor: Gain Great Honor as a bonus talent.
Order of the Wand (Adept): Gain Cantrips as a bonus feat, a casting tradition, and the ability to take magic talents as a low caster. Treat one sphere as if you were a high caster. Spend honor as spell points. Gain 1 bonus magic talent. Use Kn. Nobility for Kn. Religion checks.
Virtue (Least): Regain honor based upon your Virtue.
Courtly Manners: Use Kn. Nobility for Diplomacy and Sense Motive checks.
Gentry (Fief): You have a small estate, and are the feudal lord of a Hamlet. Your common folk are always friendly, and are helpful if you have at least 1 honor remaining. If you become Honorless, your common folk become neutral, and some may become unfriendly or hostile.

>>5811249
Feats
Athletic[H]: Roll twice and take the better result on all climb and swim checks.
Valorous Strike[C]: As an attack action, activate a Valor Talent
Orisons[C]: Perform minor magical effects
True Rage: Gain both the Temp HP and the benefits of an Adrenaline Talent while Berserking.
Heroic Resolve: Expend focus to suppress a condition effecting you for a scene.
Spell Attack: As an attack action, activate a Strike Spell Talent
Through the Long Night: Heroic Resolve now lasts for a number of scenes equal to your Charisma modifier.

Talents
Adept Adventurer: Advantage from flanking persists for entire post.
Armor Training: Proficiency with Heavy Armor.
Berserker: Penalize AC to gain Temp HP. Batter creatures as an attack action, expend focus to deal a large amount of bonus damage.
Chivalry[C]: Gain Honor. Rally allies as a [Valor] talent. Spend 1 honor to improve effect, or improve Diplomacy result as a [Beseech] talent. Stain Honor if you lie when using this talent.
Clarion of Battle: Spend 1 honor as a [Valor] talent to increase allied attack rolls for a scene.
Daffodil Training: Weapon proficiencies of the Daffodil Kingdom. Includes Gonnes.
Expanded Divination: You can detect alignment, the presence of Outsiders, and the presence of Undead by smell.
Expanded Leadership: Gain a second simple Cohort (Trev)
Executioner: [Adrenaline] While Berserking, gain advantage on the first attack roll each round.
Followers: Gain a cadre of loyal camp followers who tend to your needs.
Great Honor[C]: Increase maximum honor by 1.
Hands of a Healer: Spend 1 honor to [Beseech] a higher power to heal touched creature.
Holy Blast: Ranged spell attack deals Radiant Damage to enemy, increases against Undead and Demons. Spend 1 honor to deal increased damage.
Holy Strike: Channel your holy blast through a wielded weapon to deal weapon damage + Holy Blast damage on a successful attack.
Knight's Blast[C]: Spend 1 honor to charge in an L shaped line, dealing Holy Blast damage to all creatures adjacent or in the path of your charge.
Leadership: Gain a simple Cohort (Boric)
My Kingdom for a Horse: You can spend 1 honor to [Beseech] a friendly noble for good, sturdy mounts for yourself and your companions. Stain Honor if any of the mounts die before you can return them.
Right of Hospitality: As long as you have 1 honor, you are protected by guest right as both host and guest. If you break Guest Right, deal extra damage and enemies are flatfooted for a number of scenes equal to your charisma modifier, but you become Honorless.
Sense Divination: You can detect magic through smell if you concentrate.
Squad: Gain a troop of loyal men-at-arms

>>5811253
Notable Equipment
Armorsilks: A convenient, skin tight under-armor considered to be the modern gambeson. Knights often wear them alone about town as a demonstration of their status. Yours is black and gold, with a fashionable lace-trimmed lighter section about your torso.
Courtly Education: The education the Duke insisted you receive upon being knighted by the King for your valor at Charlemont grants you a +4 enhancement bonus to your Intelligence, Wisdom, and Charisma.
Owl Lenses: A set of lenses built into your greathelm. While your helm is deployed, you have Darkvision for as far as you can see, and receive a +5 competence bonus on Perception Checks.
Goldsteel Folding Plate: A choker worn about the neck that contains your enchanted harness, and allows you to deploy it as a full round action. The armor itself is +1 Goldsteel Plate Armor that has been further enchanted to provide a +4 enhancement bonus to your Strength, Dexterity, and Constitution.
Ring of the Holy Light: A ring granted to you by Church upon your knighthood. It confers the protection of the Holy Light, providing a +2 deflection bonus, a +2 natural armor bonus, and a +2 resistance bonus to your saving throws. It also halve all necrotic and unholy damage taken.
Tephres: The lance with which you were rewarded when the King knighted you. The weapon is a +1 Holy Goldsteel Great Lance that deals double damage upon a charge.

>>5811254
With all that, I need you all to Select a Virtue, and what sort of favors you currently carry with you.

Virtues (Select 1)
>Courage: Restore 1 honor whenever you fell a worthy foe in honorable combat or stand up for the meek.
>Justice: Restore 1 honor whenever you uncover evidence of evil, or fairly settle a dispute between two parties.
>Mercy: Restore 1 honor whenever you provide aid to a wounded creature or grant quarter to a surrendering foe.
>Generosity: Restore 1 honor whenever you perform the Aid Another action, or give alms to the poor.
>Faith: Restore 1 honor by spending a moment in prayer, or when you destroy the heretical.
>Nobility: Restore 1 honor whenever you protect an ally or innocent creature from harm.
>Hope: Restore 1 honor the first time each round that a worth opponent misses you, or by giving a rousing speech.

2nd Level Favors (Select 2)
>Craftsman's Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, use Nobility in place of a single craft skill. Spend 1 honor to craft a week's worth of goods in a single day.
>Familial Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, spend a move action to gain temp HP equal to your Charisma Modifier for 1 round (stacks with other temp HP). Spend 1 honor to increase it to 4d8 + your class level, and increase the duration to 1 hour.
>Gentleman's Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, you cannot take complex actions while under mind control as you resist. Spend 1 honor to reroll a failed save against charm/compulsion.
>Lord's Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, rush to protect an ally (50% to take the blow for them). Spend 1 honor to increase chance to 100%.
>Mentor's Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, use Nobility to Aid Another on all skills. Spend 1 honor to increase the bonus to your Charisma modifier.
>Yeoman's Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, never take damage from forced marches or hard labor. Spend 1 honor to remove fatigue, or 2 honor to remove exhaustion.

7th Level Favors (Select 1)
>Faery's Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, gain the ability to walk on water. Spend 1 honor to gain the ability to fly at twice your base speed.
>Kamui's Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, halve all incoming electric damage. Spend 1 honor to negate an instance of electric damage.
>Salamander's Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, halve all incoming fire damage. Spend 1 honor to negate an instance of fire damage.
>Slime's Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, halve all incoming acid damage. Spend 1 honor to negate an instance of acid damage.
>Undine's Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, halve all incoming cold damage. Spend 1 honor to negate an instance of cold damage.
>Unicorn's Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, gain fast healing 1. Spend 1 honor to increase this to Regeneration equal to your Charisma modifier for 1 minute per class level.

>>5810603
>The dress your mother had tailored for your on your twenty-fourth birthday.

>>5811256
>Courage: Restore 1 honor whenever you fell a worthy foe in honorable combat or stand up for the meek.

>Gentleman's Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, you cannot take complex actions while under mind control as you resist. Spend 1 honor to reroll a failed save against charm/compulsion.
>Lord's Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, rush to protect an ally (50% to take the blow for them). Spend 1 honor to increase chance to 100%.

>Unicorn's Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, gain fast healing 1. Spend 1 honor to increase this to Regeneration equal to your Charisma modifier for 1 minute per class level.

>>5811256
>Faith: Restore 1 honor by spending a moment in prayer, or when you destroy the heretical.
In character.

>Gentleman's Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, you cannot take complex actions while under mind control as you resist. Spend 1 honor to reroll a failed save against charm/compulsion.
I have a very strong feeling this one in specific will come in handy eventually.
>Mentor's Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, use Nobility to Aid Another on all skills. Spend 1 honor to increase the bonus to your Charisma modifier.

>Faery's Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, gain the ability to walk on water. Spend 1 honor to gain the ability to fly at twice your base speed.
Potential to fly and walk on water? Sweet.

>>5811256
>Courage: Restore 1 honor whenever you fell a worthy foe in honorable combat or stand up for the meek.

>Familial Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, spend a move action to gain temp HP equal to your Charisma Modifier for 1 round (stacks with other temp HP). Spend 1 honor to increase it to 4d8 + your class level, and increase the duration to 1 hour.
>Gentleman's Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, you cannot take complex actions while under mind control as you resist. Spend 1 honor to reroll a failed save against charm/compulsion.

>Faery's Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, gain the ability to walk on water. Spend 1 honor to gain the ability to fly at twice your base speed.

>>5811256
>Nobility: Restore 1 honor whenever you protect an ally or innocent creature from harm.

>Gentleman's Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, you cannot take complex actions while under mind control as you resist. Spend 1 honor to reroll a failed save against charm/compulsion.

>Unicorn's Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, gain fast healing 1. Spend 1 honor to increase this to Regeneration equal to your Charisma modifier for 1 minute per class level.

Nobility + Unicorn seems like a good combo. We can tank for others, then heal back.

>>5811256
>Nobility: Restore 1 honor whenever you protect an ally or innocent creature from harm.

>Gentleman's Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, you cannot take complex actions while under mind control as you resist. Spend 1 honor to reroll a failed save against charm
>Lord's Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, rush to protect an ally (50% to take the blow for them). Spend 1 honor to increase chance to 100%.


>Unicorn's Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, gain fast healing 1. Spend 1 honor to increase this to Regeneration equal to your Charisma modifier for 1 minute per class level.
Protection maxxing

>>5811256
I hope to goodness you aren't intending to run actual DnD combat in a quest format.
>Courage: Restore 1 honor whenever you fell a worthy foe in honorable combat or stand up for the meek.
I think this goes well with our origin story.

>Gentleman's Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, you cannot take complex actions while under mind control as you resist. Spend 1 honor to reroll a failed save against charm/compulsion.
>Familial Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, spend a move action to gain temp HP equal to your Charisma Modifier for 1 round (stacks with other temp HP). Spend 1 honor to increase it to 4d8 + your class level, and increase the duration to 1 hour.

>Unicorn's Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, gain fast healing 1. Spend 1 honor to increase this to Regeneration equal to your Charisma modifier for 1 minute per class level.

>>5811256
>>5811294
Just noticed it's two 2nd level favours, not one. Adding:
>Lord's Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, rush to protect an ally (50% to take the blow for them). Spend 1 honor to increase chance to 100%.

>>5811256
Virtue: Nobility
2nd level Favors: Lord's Favor, Gentleman's Favor
7th level Favor: Unicorn's Favor

>>5811249
>>5811253
These stats and feat descriptions look familiar, are they based on Pathfinder?

>>5811256
>Faith: Restore 1 honor by spending a moment in prayer, or when you destroy the heretical.
I think it fits the characterization so far
>Gentleman's Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, you cannot take complex actions while under mind control as you resist. Spend 1 honor to reroll a failed save against charm/compulsion.
Mind control sucks
>Mentor's Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, use Nobility to Aid Another on all skills. Spend 1 honor to increase the bonus to your Charisma modifier.
Seems very useful
>Unicorn's Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, gain fast healing 1. Spend 1 honor to increase this to Regeneration equal to your Charisma modifier for 1 minute per class level.
Could work great with our berserker ability

Just found this Quest out, interesting promise and well-written so far.

>>5811256
>Nobility: Restore 1 honor whenever you protect an ally or innocent creature from harm.

>Gentleman's Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, you cannot take complex actions while under mind control as you resist. Spend 1 honor to reroll a failed save against charm/compulsion.
>Lord's Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, rush to protect an ally (50% to take the blow for them). Spend 1 honor to increase chance to 100%.

>Unicorn's Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, gain fast healing 1. Spend 1 honor to increase this to Regeneration equal to your Charisma modifier for 1 minute per class level.

>>5811256

>Faith

>Gentleman's Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, you cannot take complex actions while under mind control as you resist. Spend 1 honor to reroll a failed save against charm/compulsion.
>Lord's Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, rush to protect an ally (50% to take the blow for them). Spend 1 honor to increase chance to 100%.

>Unicorn's Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, gain fast healing 1. Spend 1 honor to increase this to Regeneration equal to your Charisma modifier for 1 minute per class level.

>>5811447
Yes (Knight is a homebrew class I'm working on), though to reassure >>5811416, this is more to inform you guys of Louise's general abilities than to do things round by round.
>>5811271
>>5811456
Speaking of in character, the implication of everyone going for Gentleman's Favor (genderswapped from Maiden's Favor to match Louise's preferences) is that Louise is just completely oblivious to the affections of someone. Which, ah, fits.
>>5810710
You are around 27 years old, as the Daffodil Kingdom counts such things.
>>5809951
>>5810838
Banking these for End of Thread bonuses.

>>5811500
I was wondering what the story behind favours would be fluffwise.

Especially when it came to the supernatural favours, like the Slime's. There's sapient friendly slimes?

Anyway, good luck, Gentleman...

>>5811256
>Courage: Restore 1 honor whenever you fell a worthy foe in honorable combat or stand up for the meek.

>Familial Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, spend a move action to gain temp HP equal to your Charisma Modifier for 1 round (stacks with other temp HP).
>Lord's Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, rush to protect an ally (50% to take the blow for them). Spend 1 honor to increase chance to 100%.

>Unicorn's Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, gain fast healing 1. Spend 1 honor to increase this to Regeneration equal to your Charisma modifier for 1 minute per class level.

>>5811500
>though to reassure >>5811416, this is more to inform you guys of Louise's general abilities than to do things round by round.
Thank GOD. Doing DnD in a 4chan format is utterly disastrous.
>>5811256
>Faith: Restore 1 honor by spending a moment in prayer, or when you destroy the heretical.
The prayer thing is WAY easier to do than the others and we are a VERY devout character from the looks of it.
>Gentleman's Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, you cannot take complex actions while under mind control as you resist. Spend 1 honor to reroll a failed save against charm/compulsion.
Mind Control is a bad thing.
>Familial Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, spend a move action to gain temp HP equal to your Charisma Modifier for 1 round (stacks with other temp HP). Spend 1 honor to increase it to 4d8 + your class level, and increase the duration to 1 hour.
HP GET seems good for us. We are probably gonna spend a LOT of time fighting evils n SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT.
>Unicorn's Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, gain fast healing 1. Spend 1 honor to increase this to Regeneration equal to your Charisma modifier for 1 minute per class level.
Fast Healing is better than walk on water and ALL of the specific resistances suck.

>>5811558
What's neat about temp HP from a move action means you can just sit there and get the shit beat out of you while constantly reapplying it. The true BRICKWALL route.

>>5811456
Changing from
>Mentor's Favor
to
>Familial Favor
>>5811500
Godspeed gentleman

Virtue
>Faith
Favors
>Family
>Gentleman
>FAIRIES
Let's go!

>>5811254
Is our education factored into our base stats at >>5811249, or does it add on?
What are average human stats?

>>5811256
>Courage: Restore 1 honor whenever you fell a worthy foe in honorable combat or stand up for the meek.

2nd lvl
>Craftsman's Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, use Nobility in place of a single craft skill. Spend 1 honor to craft a week's worth of goods in a single day.
>Gentleman's Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, you cannot take complex actions while under mind control as you resist. Spend 1 honor to reroll a failed save against charm/compulsion.

7th lvl
>Faery's Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, gain the ability to walk on water. Spend 1 honor to gain the ability to fly at twice your base speed.

>>5811256
>Courage: Restore 1 honor whenever you fell a worthy foe in honorable combat or stand up for the meek.

>Familial Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, spend a move action to gain temp HP equal to your Charisma Modifier for 1 round (stacks with other temp HP). Spend 1 honor to increase it to 4d8 + your class level, and increase the duration to 1 hour.

>Faery's Favor: As long as you have 1 honor, gain the ability to walk on water. Spend 1 honor to gain the ability to fly at twice your base speed.

>>5811756
>What are average human stats?
He's using Pathfinder stats as an example, which are based on D&D. For the STR/DEX/etc. main stats, the human average is 10 across the board (standard adventurers tend to have 14-18 in their 'pump stats' and 10-12 in their 'dump stats'), and the way the bonuses work is for each multiple of 2 higher than 10 you get a bonus on any action directly related to that main stat. Since Louise's STR is a whopping 24, she'd get +7 to any STR-related check (though in most instances higher because of other stacking bonuses).

>Is our education factored into our base stats
Regrettably I can't speak to that. Both the education and folding plate (power-armor) are counted as equipment and give a "+4 enhancement bonus" to every main stat when taken together, but the difference is you can take power-armor off whereas an educational background isn't so simple. I would guess at least the power-armor stacks onto the base stats.

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That night, you dream of pleasant days. Before the Alans brought their war, before the carnage of Charlemont, and well before you even dreamed up the idea to take your father's place when the garrison came calling.

The rolling hills of green pasture and the scattered lemon trees. When not away upon campaign, your father herded heads of beef to keep his way. When you got big enough, he put you in charge of wrangling the bulls into their pens, in part to get you used to the weight of maille one wore to catch an errant horn. All things were training in their own way, a chance to prepare yourself for future troubles, for that's how your old man sees the world.

You do not dream of bulls, however, but of the lemons and the clover. Running through fallow fields with the other children. None could beat you in a race, be it across a field or up the great lisbon tree that stood like a tower on a hill overlooking all the fields. Especially not across the lake, for few were brave enough to strip down for a swim, and fewer still knew how to do anything more than avoid drowning.

All those friends are now wed, with only few exception. You made a strange Maid of Honor for your dearest friend Elian, towering over her groom. Astrid, Gilbert, and Nolan too, all of them married before you reached twenty-two, and none to whom they expected, when you all talked of such things in the big lisbon's shade.

Only you and René remain bachelor and bachelorette.

You doubt he remembers the silly promise you both made. You doubt he remembers you. He left to learn the deeper arts of his craft in Sal Khemia not long after you left to fight the Alans horde. You knew his plans and he knew yours, and you both promised to wait until the other returned. While you have come and gone from Olsvale many times, he remains in his desert city... if he remains alive at all.

You wake up clutching upon a keepsake of his. One of his creations, life born of chalk that shall never wither, for its alien nature to this world. A pure-white daffodil you wear as a rosette, most often pinned to your capelet. Unmoving as stone to the touch, and hard as steel, it is more an ornament than a flower.

But it still breathes, still moves to drink the sunlight. René's craft bordered on the heretical at times, without ever crossing that line, but nothing that loves the sun so can be evil as some preachers say.

It joins you in your morning prayers, and then upon the brim of your bonnet. Today you wish to show some faith in your hosts, to make them feel at ease in the knowledge that you trust them not to break the guest right. They invited your forces into their village to deal with a wider threat, so reminders of yesterday's squabble over your presence - and, indeed, such open armament - would only worsen tensions.

>>5811872
Instead of armor, you wear a dress your mother had tailored for you as a present for your 24th birthday. Something you could wear to court, but also casually about town without attracting too much attention.

The woolspun dress's color is a deep and rich purple, far more rugged and dark than the dyes reserved for royalty, yet still worthy of some modest prestige to the careful eye. The blouse is trimmed with white lace, and so too is the hem of its long and flowing skirt. The gigot sleeves end right above your elbow, tied off with a red bow. White gloves run from your hands to meet them, leaving only a small gap of your creamy flesh exposed to the air.

You pack your long, blonde hair into a bun beneath your bonnet, sill rather amazed that it can all fit beneath the velvet cap. Only a pair of side locks that you tie into a set of soft, bow-capped braids remain unbound - them, and the bangs that habitually fall over your right eye. In its ribbon goes René's daffodil.

"Rare to see you in a dress, Dame Louise," Boric greets you on your way out of the camp. He tosses you a warm bun from the bakers. "A bit too brave for my liking, to be frank. The locals would be fine enough, if they knew a bit more of respect, but the King's heretics..."

"Demand contingencies, yes," you say through a mouthful of breakfast. The bun is quite good, Marianna's specialty. It hides a boiled egg wrapped in a blanket of bacon and cheese at its heart, making it quite satisfying indeed. "That's why..."

You tap the black-gold choker about your neck.

A dress is quite convenient. The breastplate will cover the blouse without ripping it, and the armored leggings will slip neatly beneath the skirt. It will miss the gap between them that your armorsilks would usually cover, but should the Heretics or the locals try something, your vitals are what will be of the most concern.

"Well, let us hope it does not come to that," Boric says, still a bit uneasy in your choice of attire. "Hopefully, all that will be discussed today is battleplans for that Tower of the Hand..."

What plans do you intend to push for? Roll 1d20
>The tower will hold the Black Texts and the worst of their rituals. It must be dealt with by reliable forces, and swiftly.
>Of greatest importance is the liberation of the town, and the freeing of the Highlander's kin. They called you for aid, after all.
>You do not trust that graveyard. Necromancers could be using it. Best to secure it first and then sweep the rest of the stronghold.
>There is a good use for Heretic Magic that you can think of. Whilst your men sweep the village, they should use their heretical arts to bring down the tower.
>This entire village must be purged. March with fury and fire to cleanse the village. The Highlanders can free any of their kin, but should they be tainted by the Dark One's touch, they are to be put to the sword.

>>5811843
>>5811756
The attributes listed in the character sheet include all enhancement bonuses. I'm not super concerned about the differences cause by her being in the equipment, as she's still hilariously strong without the armor. That will probably be fluffed as her being capable of some rather impressive feats of strength outside her armor, while in her armor those feats will be magnified.

For example: Out of armor, lift a boulder with great effort. In armor, throw that same boulder a good ways.

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>5811874
>The tower will hold the Black Texts and the worst of their rituals. It must be dealt with by reliable forces, and swiftly.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>5811874
>There is a good use for Heretic Magic that you can think of. Whilst your men sweep the village, they should use their heretical arts to bring down the tower.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>5811874
>The tower will hold the Black Texts and the worst of their rituals. It must be dealt with by reliable forces, and swiftly.

>>5811874
>There is a good use for Heretic Magic that you can think of. Whilst your men sweep the village, they should use their heretical arts to bring down the tower.

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>5811874
>>This entire village must be purged. March with fury and fire to cleanse the village. The Highlanders can free any of their kin, but should they be tainted by the Dark One's touch, they are to be put to the sword

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>5811874
>The tower will hold the Black Texts and the worst of their rituals. It must be dealt with by reliable forces, and swiftly.

>>5811874
>The tower will hold the Black Texts and the worst of their rituals. It must be dealt with by reliable forces, and swiftly.

>>5811874
Can we approach and secure graveyard undetected?
Rescuing captives should take priority buy it would also be good to preemptively deny cultist the dead as a resource.

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>5811874
>>You do not trust that graveyard. Necromancers could be using it. Best to secure it first and then sweep the rest of the stronghold.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>5811874
>There is a good use for Heretic Magic that you can think of. Whilst your men sweep the village, they should use their heretical arts to bring down the tower.

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>5811874
>Of greatest importance is the liberation of the town, and the freeing of the Highlander's kin. They called you for aid, after all.
>>5811884
This is going to hurt

>>5811884
Going to burn the banked 20 to negate this 1, so we can take >>5811891 in its place.

>>5812272
Hope the 69 will be used appropriately and most strategically

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>5811874
>Of greatest importance is the liberation of the town, and the freeing of the Highlander's kin. They called you for aid, after all.
Though with this said, I don’t think there’s anything stopping us from splitting our task force to deal with multiple issues at once.

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>5811874
>>This entire village must be purged. March with fury and fire to cleanse the village. The Highlanders can free any of their kin, but should they be tainted by the Dark One's touch, they are to be put to the sword.

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Diplomacy 31 vs. DC 20

Chief Rodrim looks more relaxed than yesterday when he lets you into his home. That neither you nor Boric wear open steel this morning likely has something to do with it. The older man gives Boric's armorsilks a strange look. From the look on his face, you suspect that the man has never seen the great triumphs of the King's khemists. At least, not without some form of armor covering it.

In the war room, Sir Damien nurses a cup of tea in his gauntleted hands, his lips curling into a smile as you enter the room. Dame Fiona barely notices you enter, as she pours over the map in thought, carefully placing little soldiers upon it and then evaluating them.

Natasha sits on another side of the round table, with someone new looming behind her. A man with fiery red hair and a long flowing beard, with a stripe of bright blue warpaint down one side of his face. If you remember your studies of the Highlander Tribes, its meaning is 'valor', and it may only be worn by the tribal champion. Different from the warpaint of your youth, where you and the other girls among the garrison would paint black daffodils under one eye as a sign of solidarity.

You nod in respect at the priestess and her champion.

The champion appraises you for a moment, and Boric as well, before returning a grim nod.

Natasha boggles at you as you take your seat. She rubs her eyes, as if she does not believe what they are telling her, and then stares at you again. When her eyes drift to Boric, they nearly pop out of her head, before settling into a very strange expression. Different than Chief Rodrim's, for where his was filled with suspicion, hers is defined by the very wide and cattish smile that has spread across her face.

"Lady Louise, I think I've gained a new appreciation for those... you call them armorsilks?" She leans back and looks up at her champion with bright and star filled eyes. "Eren, do you think the lowlanders would s- bwagh!"

The champion, Eren, raised his hand and cut off her words by conjuring a ball of clear, cold water and dumping it on her head. "Down girl."

Natasha pouts, conjuring up a warm summer wind to dry herself off. As she works on that, her champion looks at you, and then to Damien. "I've mustered forty good men from the land, strong sons, and a handful of daughters who fight better than their brothers. They think we'll be marching on the Roslands, given your banner's a friend, Dame Louise."

"Best they think that for now," you tell him with a nod that he returns. "What say you of their capabilities."

"They've courage and they can follow orders well enough," Eren looks down at the map with a frown. "We've good maille and steel, and each of them has killed goblin and orc before, so I've faith in their ability to clear the town of any monster those bastards conjured up. That tower, though, would be a problem for them."

>>5812323
He seems a bit reluctant to continue, as it would mean speaking ill of his men. "These are farmers and ranchers turned warriors, not soldiers. I don't think they've the discipline to form ranks, charge through, and take it."

You nod. The men the Highlanders offer are somewhere between peasant levies and men-at-arms, then. Not the professional soldiers of the latter, but from the sound of things they're far better equipped than the former. You steel a few of the figures resting upon the side, taking 15 of them and making two formations. One coming from the Southwest, the other from the North East.

"Here is what I propose, then," you tell them. Eren looks to the map. Natasha leans in, still drying her hair. Fiona pulls back, nodding as you moving the two formations against the defenses that she's placed. "Our men at arms will strike from the northeast, by the graveyard, to break up any necromancy. We sound the horn, draw their forces... and then strike through the woods for the tower before they've time to shore its defenses."

Then you move the pieces representing Eren's warriors. "Your men then sweep up from the southwest. If a raid is where your men are strongest, then treat this like a raid. Hit any defenders who fell for the bait in the flank, take the village and burn anything that reeks of the Dark One's taint."

"A sound plan," Eren says. His eyes move to Damien and Fiona, "But what of you two? What shall be your place in this battle?"

Damien sits up straight, taking a piece and adding it to your forces. "Someone needs to make sure Dame Louise doesn't burn all of the books she finds. Some of them might well be harmless, or at least could serve as a trail to the greater puppet master. I shall offer her forces my assistance."

Fiona looks at Damien for a moment, before nodding. Looking to Eren, she says, "Your forces shall have mine, then." Roll 1d20 and 1d100
>Good. You want Damien where you can keep an eye on him. Fiona has sense enough that you don't feel too worried.
>No. Fiona the sensible one. She'd have better judgment than he would on what should and should not burn.
>What of the other forces brought by the Imaginary Color?
>Perhaps another plan should be examined (Write in a new plan)

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>5812325
>>Good. You want Damien where you can keep an eye on him. Fiona has sense enough that you don't feel too worried.

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>5812329

>>5812323
I see Eren is played by elf Karl Urban.

>>5812325
>Good. You want Damien where you can keep an eye on him. Fiona has sense enough that you don't feel too worried.

I would say Fiona is the more dangerous one, but I think this would make better reading

Rolled 34, 85 = 119 (2d100)

Just divide the first roll by 5 for the d20

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>5812325
>>That is acceptable.

If I were paranoid I would be at this point concerned that Damien is attracting our suspicions on purpose to draw them away from Fiona. But perhaps I'm just being unfair to both chuunis. In any case we can't watch over them both at the same time, and if our kingdom is worth anything, we should not need to. There will be enough heretics on the other side to worry about our allies.

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>5812325
and for the fun of it, the other roll...

Good luck, Rene, may your childhood darling be reunited with you on good terms and in good time.

>>5812325
>>Good. You want Damien where you can keep an eye on him. Fiona has sense enough that you don't feel too worried.

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>5812325
>Good. You want Damien where you can keep an eye on him. Fiona has sense enough that you don't feel too worried.

Rolled 16 (1d100)

Natasha is annoying. Chief's cool though.

>>5812325
>What of the other forces brought by the Imaginary Color?

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>5812325
>>What of the other forces brought by the Imaginary Color?

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>5812325

Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>5812325
>Good. You want Damien where you can keep an eye on him. Fiona has sense enough that you don't feel too worried.

Rolled 74 (1d100)

>Good. You want Damien where you can keep an eye on him. Fiona has sense enough that you don't feel too worried.