>>42817667
Just a heads up for the structure of this quest, we'll run it as 'first come first serve' for answers until we gain some traction and some thread attendees, then we will switch over to a three tick vote system.

>>42817667
>>Assist with the Garrison

>>42817667
>Assist with the Garrison

>>42817667
>>Assist with the Garrison

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>>42817977
'It takes one man to deliver a message, but many to hold a fort. You go brother, I shall assist Cornelius in the fort's security.'

Your brother nods in your direction, stirrups his horse and is away, headed for the military camp your father resides in. As you turn heel and look toward the fort you notice a particularly grim sight. James, your loyal war-horse, dead-eyed and cold on the ground in front of you. You remember now, he took the brunt of the impact with the stone and you were simply thrown from him. A brief moment of guilt and sorrow meets you, before you wave it away 'Just a horse' you mutter to yourself, before picking up your shield and sword and beginning your march to the fort.

You stride through men setting up tents and clearing ground, just outside the fort and head into its main hall, wherein lies your faithful commander, Cornelius, consulting with a soldier on how to best begin securing the fort.

'My liege!' exclaims Cornelius, bowing slightly to your presence. 'You have come to assist with the garrison, I see. We will be glad to have you. There's two problems we've already found and surely more to come, but we must begin solving them sooner, rather than later.'

You've always liked Cornelius, but you've also noted he's always had trouble getting to the point. You spare him a glance and he hurries himself.

'The brutes who held this fort prior blocked off the rooftop. It is of no strategic value, but it is where we shall plant our flag and where theirs is currently planted. It doesn't feel proper fortifying this place under a false banner. We need to find some way to access the roof. On the other hand, we have the lingering forces in the armoury. About four of the brutes have held themselves in there, and whilst they know to emerge would mean certain death, my men seem afraid to dig them out. If you could lend a hand with anything, it'd be appreciated, my lord.'

>Gain roof access
>Deal with enemies
>Other

>Deal with enemies

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>>42818539
'Surely the brutes downstairs are more pressing, commander. I shall see if I can't whip some courage into our men.' and with that, you turn cape and head to the armoury.

You walk through many flights of stairs, descending deeper and deeper, your way illuminated only by torchlight before coming to a landing, with 4 of your men standing outside a door, looking squeamish. You hear taunting shrieks come from inside the door, along with the clanging of metal and snarling.

Your men are tired from battle, whereas the men inside still have fury coursing through them, as they know their death bell tolls.

You know adding more men to this situation will get messy, as the defenders will simply use the door as a chokepoint, but given enough manpower, you could probably wear down the defenders.

You could stir up your men's courage with a speech and see if you can't rouse their fighting spirit once more. Whilst you are not your father, nor your brother, you are still a respectable force.

Or perhaps you could lead the way? You had been unconscious for most of the battle- you bear no wounds and have not exhausted yourself. Perhaps your men would follow your example should you storm the armoury?

>Gather more men and prepare for a bloodbath.
>Attempt to improve the morale of your men with a warming speech.
>Lead the charge yourself and attempt to lead by example.
>Other.

>>42818665
>Lead the charge yourself and attempt to lead by example.

>>42818665
>Lead the charge yourself and attempt to lead by example.

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>>42818719
>>42818733
'I have lived by the sword my whole life. These brutes shall fear my blade!' you exclaim before raising the bar on the door and rallying your men behind you.

You kick the door open and let out a barbaric cry, knocking back a man positioned at the door. His comrade behind him runs at you with an axe in hand; you trap his axeblade in your shield and stab him true through the ribs, as you continue your advance. A soldier runs in behind you and plunges his sword deep into the man you knocked over, securing your foothold inside this room.

The two comrades of these men, turn a pale white and flee into the maze of weapon racks and shelving, beyond your view. You look to your men, now exhilarated and ready for combat once more and you come to another choice.

>Continue assisting your men in finding and clearing these men out.
>Entrust your four soldiers to route the remaining combatants.
>Call out to the fleeing opponents, offering them mercy in exchange for their surrender.
>Other

>Call out to the fleeing opponents, offering them mercy in exchange for their surrender

>>42818883
>Continue assisting your men in finding and clearing these men out.

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>>42818945
'There has been much bloodshed this day!' you cry out into the echoing halls. 'Too much, I say! Come out now and there shall be no quarrel! We will disarm you and bring you out to our camp! There is food, water and warmth.'

You wait a moment as nothing but silence greets you.

'Your men are gone!' you shout again 'your commanders abandoned you. Let us take you in and see what we can do, no?' you cry into the void once more.

As you prepare to give up hope, two men appear from a corridor, arms raised with no sword at their belt. You order your men to bind them and bring them to the camp. Your father can decide what to do with them, once he arrives.

You see your men and captives out and are left now with a conundrum.

>Return to Cornelius, to see if he has any more tasks.
>Keep an eye on your new prisoners of war.
>Clean up in preparation for your Father and Brother's arrival.
>Other.

Your character has become a 'Noble Savage'- quick to turn to violence, but not without his honour or mercy.

>>42818945
>>42818979
As we have had our first conflict, we shall now turn to a three tick voting system. First call to receive three votes will go through. This will be lowered to two if time drags on and eventually back to first come first serve.

>Clean up in preparation for your Father and Brother's arrival

>>42819120
>>Clean up in preparation for your Father and Brother's arrival.

>>42819120
>Clean up in preparation for your Father and Brother's arrival.

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>>42819152
>>42819179
Two votes will do for now then.
You stare down at your armour and see it chipped, bloodied and misaligned. Your normally enviable hair is clotted with the blood from your tumble and you beard clings to ash and dust from the battlefield's floor. 'I can't let them think I am not gracious in battle' you say to yourself, in soliloquy. You march up the stairs through the main hall and out into the camp, where the soldiers have established a royal tent for you. You send for several pales of water and upon their arrival you strip down, bathe as best you can and don your spare armour set, shined and properly fitted.

Looking much more regal now, you step out from your tent feeling much better and can spot your father's bannermen on the horizon. He would be here shortly, you're sure. You think of any last minute agendas you need to follow up before he arrives here.

>Ask Cornelius if anything needs doing or preparing.
>Ready the men for the King's arrival, to at least get this place looking ship shape.
>Simply rest so as to greet your father in a relaxed manner.
>Other

>>42819386
Going to move back to the 'first come first serve' choice as popularity seems to have dipped.

>>42819386
>>Ready the men for the King's arrival, to at least get this place looking ship shape.

>>42819386
>>Ready the men for the King's arrival, to at least get this place looking ship shape.

>>42819386
>>Ready the men for the King's arrival, to at least get this place looking ship shape.

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>>42819657
>>42819683
>>42819716

'Right men!' you shout as you walk up the aisle of tents and fire pits. 'Your King rides to see what you have all accomplished today. Will we disappoint him? No! Display your arms, your colours and your pride! Move the corpses of our defeated out of sight and for Heaven's sake, look alive!' you continue to bark, as your men frantically stir into action.

Cornelius, watching from the hall's entrance, gives you an approving nod, seeing how you took control of your men.

As your father, brother and other kinsmen arrive, the camp is looking rather resplendent. It would take a trained eye now, to spot that this was a battle-ground not long ago and your men have donned their formal dress, rather than their combat. You feel rather anxious as you see your father's banner draw closer and closer, up the hill, until lo, he is upon you and as is your brother.

'My boy!' your father declares, dismounting his horse. 'You have done excellent work here- excellent work, indeed. You may not know it, but these ruins will prove vital in the war effort, my son. Well done.'

Your brother looks somewhat annoyed, not having said anything or having dismounted his horse. Your father hugs you and walks on to speak with Cornelius about other matters at hand. You can't help but feel almost guilty about the praise you received, when you barely remember the battle, but to your credit, you cleared the armoury and got this place fit for a King, literally. Perhaps you should receive some of the praise?

>Inform your father that if either of his sons is the hero here, it is his eldest.
>Stay your tongue and go to listen to your father's and Cornelius' conversation.
>Approach your brother and ask if all is well with him.
>Other

>Inform your father that if either of his sons is the hero here, it is his eldest.

>>42819845
>>Approach your brother and ask if all is well with him.

>>42819864
>>42819883
I'll wait for a swing vote on these.

>>42819845
>>Approach your brother and ask if all is well with him

>>42819845
>Inform your father that if either of his sons is the hero here, it is his eldest.

inb4 "And humble, too! If anyone is fit for the crown, it's you!"

>>42819940
>>42819883
>>42819944
>>42819883
Damn it. I'm flipping a coin, then running with the outcome. Bare with me.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>42820013
Could roll a d2, so it's visible.

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>>42819944
>>42819864
'Father?' you query, before he falls to deep into conversation with the commander, 'my apologies father, but I can hardly accept all of the credit. Edmund did far more in the battle than I, truth be told, I was flung from my horse and found myself a tad useless for some time. I did finish off some routed forces, however' you gesture to the captives, currently tied to a tree, 'and I got all the troops ready for whatever order may follow this one.' you finish, humbly.

Your father strikes you with a quizzical look. Does he think you a fool? Or does he think you're lying to improve your brother's standing? Your anxiety begins to spike again, as his gaze refuses to waiver for some time, before giving a gruff noise of approval, nodding and turning back to Cornelius.

Perhaps he thinks less of you as a soldier, but you think he thinks more of you a man. Or you hope at least. During this time, however, your brother's spirits seemed to have lifted somewhat, as he has left his horse and clasped his arm around your shoulder, before carrying on inside. You feel good.
Do you proceed to...

>Join your Father's conversation
>Ask Cornelius' squire if there is anything that needs tending to
>Join your brother's walk
>Rest in your tent
>Other

Your character has become a noble martyr. Willing to risk his own hide, time and time again for other's betterment.

>>42820110
Oh shit, my bad. Does that go in the 'options' tab in a reply? I remember how to roll, I just remember doing it when we had an email field

>>42820189
>>Join your brother's walk

>>42820209
Yeah, dice+XdY in the options field, where X=number of dice, and Y=number of sides.

>>42820241
Will wait for a confirming vote.
>>42820247
Cheers, mate.

>>42820189
>noble martyr. Willing to risk his own hide, time and time again for other's betterment.

Let's not be fags guys

>>Join your brother's walk

>Join your brother's walk

>>42820268
Honestly, I'm alright with being a martyr. For king and country, and all that.

>>42820189
>Join your brother's walk

>>42820293
Why not be an ambitious guy out to win riches and glory? Go carve out a plot of land for ourselves somewhere down the line. Being some selfless lawful good type is just kinda dry.

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>>42820275
>>42820268
>>42820241
You hurry to your brother's side and match his pace and he nods in acknowledgement as he enters the hall of the forgotten ruin. 'Thanks for that' he says, not looking at you, 'he's been giving me a hard time recently. I think he worries about who he is leaving his kingdom to, sometimes. Doesn't hurt to have someone speak out for me. I'll remember that.'

You've always had a better standing with your father than your brother, you recall. You always seemed quite agreeable with one another whilst they butted heads constantly. You never could tell why exactly.

Your brother's path begins leading up some stairs and out onto a balcony, overlooking the next stretch of battlefield to come, you imagined. Miles away, in the distance, you see campfires billowing smoke, from ramshackle fortresses. Sometimes it almost didn't feel fair, how little the locals have, compared to what your supply lines bring in. How well equipped and trained your men were, facing off against savages, essentially.

Your train of thought is caught off by a statement most jarring, 'I don't think I want to be here, anymore.' spoke your brother, as calm as ever. 'I'm sick of fighting. I'm sick of readying to rule, constantly under scrutiny. I fear one night, I will simply rise from my chambers, and leave.'

You are shocked

>'You're weary of battle and nervous for the throne, it's natural brother, it'll pass.'
>'Perhaps you're right. Dad's never thought much of you. Maybe you'd find richer fortune elsewhere?'
>Remain Silent
>Other

>>42820460
>>'You're weary of battle and nervous for the throne, it's natural brother, it'll pass.'

>>42820460
>'You're weary of battle and nervous for the throne, it's natural brother, it'll pass.'

>>42820460
>>'You're weary of battle and nervous for the throne, it's natural brother, it'll pass.'

Blood got a duty to stick with blood

>>42820460
>Other

"Take some time to think about it and do as your heart guides you. I stand by any decision you make."

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>>42820484
>>42820516
>>42820527
'I pray you are right, little brother, I do. But sometimes it gets hard. I know we are taught vigilance and that we have duty to our blood but why is it we must be born with burden where others are not?'

You muse this, the circumstances of ones birth are truly one of the cruelest gambles, as it is not one you consciously made, but are stuck with anyway.

He turns to you, 'thank you brother. I shall pray for strength tonight and every night after until this dark cloud passes.'

Silence fills the air. Only the wind breaks the quiet bond. Without warning, your brother turns heel and begins to walk back the way he came, 'Father will surely have tasks for us. We shouldn't keep him waiting.'

You agree and hurry down with him, back into the courtyard, where your father and Cornelius still stand, now trading war stories by the looks of things. Your brother stands silent.

>Ask your father what is the next move and where are men needed.
>Ask Cornelius if there is any way for you to help sure up the fort.
>Attend your Kinsman who rode in with your father, who are now opening casks of wine.
>Other.

>>42820638
>Ask your father what is the next move and where are men needed.

>>42820638
>Ask your father what is the next move and where are men needed.

>>42820638
>>Attend your Kinsman who rode in with your father, who are now opening casks of wine.

May as well see about the kin

>>42820654
>>42820668
Needs one more vote.
>>42820711
Needs two more votes.

Btw what sort if culture are we running here? Anglo-Saxon sorta?

>>42820638
>Ask your father what is the next move and where are men needed.

>>42820756
Yeah, that'd be the most linkable culture. I'm English myself, so it's where I have the best grasp, history wise.

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>>42820760
>>42820668
>>42820654
'I'm glad you asked my son. I've brought our Kinsmen with us as I'm assembling a vanguard to ride out ahead of our forces on the morrow, to meet the enemy commander. He is fierce, but my guard are loyal, bound by blood, we will take him and his ilk and run them through!' exclaims your father, producing spittle. You never see your father so passionate than when he conducts warfare.

'I fear however,' he continues 'that I am too old to ride at the head of this vanguard. I'm no use leading these young men, they need someone strong to rally behind.' An awkward pause fills the air. You are truly unsure if he is implying you, your brother or somebody completely else, but he looks on, as though you are to know.

'If, and that is if, you end up riding in the vanguard, do you think you can stay on the horse this time?' he laughs, Cornelius joining him as he does, before catching your brother's disapproving gaze. The laughter peters out.

>'I will ride the Vanguard out! You underestimate me.'
>'Edmund should lead the charge. It will make for a good story for the minstrels to sing.'
>'Should Cornelius not lead them? He's been leading troops before I could toddle.'
>Other.

>>42820772
Good stuff. We gonna shieldwall? We gotta shieldwall.

>>42820928
>>'I will ride the Vanguard out! You underestimate me.'

Brother could use a break anyhow.

>>42820956
Not for this particular formation, but it is a useful strategy implored by this nation.

>>42820928
>'I will ride the Vanguard out! You underestimate me.'

>>42820928
>>'Edmund should lead the charge. It will make for a good story for the minstrels to sing

>>42820928
>>'I will ride the Vanguard out! You underestimate me.'

I did not carry my load in this last battle, I shall be sure to carry it in this one.

>>42820928
>>'I will ride the Vanguard out! You underestimate me.'
Vanguard for this battle seems too dangerous for the heir

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>>42821012
>>42820996
'I'm glad to see a small defeat just puts some fire in your belly, boy! Very well, you shall lead the vanguard at tomorrow's first light. I heard of your horse's fate, so you shall take mine tomorrow and make me proud.' says your father, never faltering in his tone, before walking off with Cornelius, starting up their tall tales, once more.

'Well brother, I'm impressed' pipes up Edmund 'you'll do father proud, this much I know. But have you ever led a troop of men before? Let alone cavalry? I could help you out, if need be, I've got little else to do today.'

>'I'd appreciate that' *Spend your day training cavalry techniques with Edmund*
>'I can handle it, I've led soldiers before, it's not that different with horses, surely.'
>'I'll train with our kinsmen, that way, we are more prepared for tomorrow' *Spend day training with Kinsmen*
>Other.

>>42821276
>>'I'd appreciate that' *Spend your day training cavalry techniques with Edmund*

>>42821276
>>'I'll train with our kinsmen, that way, we are more prepared for tomorrow' *Spend day training with Kinsmen*

I mean, Edmund can train with why not?

>>42821276
>'I'd appreciate that' *Spend your day training cavalry techniques with Edmund*

>>42821276
>>'I'd appreciate that' *Spend your day training cavalry techniques with Edmund*

>>42821276
>'I'll train with our kinsmen, that way, we are more prepared for tomorrow' *Spend day training with Kinsmen*

>>42821276
>>'I'd appreciate that' *Spend your day training cavalry techniques with Edmund*

Would you mind bringing the Kinsmen in once we've covered the basics, I'll need to know the troops as well. That much at least translates from infantry to cavalry.

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>>42821298
>>42821315
>>42821317
Much of the day is spent in the battle tent, rather than on horses as Edmund teaches you everything he knows with leading cavalry. You do however get some practice in on your father's horse and after much training, you feel like you are certainly cut out for this. Tomorrow will bring you glory, this much you know.

Once Edmund seems confident in you, he departs for his tent, stating he'd like to pray before he sleeps this night. You assume it's relating to your discussion earlier.

As the sun draws over the horizon, your kinsmen, soon to be the men you command are sitting around a campfire, spilling wine and spilling stories, having a fine time. You spot that the flag on the fort still hasn't been changed over from your opponents and that the captives have yet to be dealt with. There is still much to do.

>Make merry with your Kinsmen
>Find a way to the roof and replace the flag
>Speak to your father about the captives
>Take an early night's rest
>Other.

>>42821439
>>Find a way to the roof and replace the flag

>>42821439
>>Find a way to the roof and replace the flag

>>42821439
>>Speak to your father about the captives

We took them prisoner, so we sorta own them don't we?

>>42821439
>Speak to your father about the captives

>>42821439
>Find a way to the roof and replace the flag

>>42821439
>Speak to your father about the captives

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>>42821468
>>42821483
>>42821515

'Ah, yes, the flag.' You mumble to yourself. It doesn't seem proper sleeping under the banner of the enemy. You make your way to the rooftop doorway and find it barred heavily from the opposite side. Perhaps as a final insolence from your enemies?

You are struck by inspiration however, as you spot a window with a visible climbing route to the rooftop, on the stairwell. All you'd have to do is poke out, clamber up the jutted bricks, replace the banner, then unbar the door and simply walk down. You would certainly look a bold individual, but as you look down, the drop is no joke. A fall from this height would almost guarantee you're not riding in a vanguard tomorrow, or in the next few months, even. A tricky situation.

>'For King and country!' *Attempt the climb and replace the flag.*
>'Better play it safe.' *Return to the courtyard*

>>42821652
*>Other

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>42821652
>>'For King and country!' *Attempt the climb and replace the flag.*
Surely the dice will help us!

>>42821652
>'For King and country!' *Attempt the climb and replace the flag.*

>>42821652
>'For King and country!' *Attempt the climb and replace the flag.*

>>42821652
>>'For King and country!' *Attempt the climb and replace the flag.*

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Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>42821688
>>42821721
>>42821745
'Surely no God would allow me to plummet, whilst I'm performing an act so noble?'

>>42821803
what a perfect number

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>>42821803
You scale the wall with relative ease. There's a shaky foot placement here or there, but an overall easy experience, and before you know it, you've torn down the enemy banner and replaced it with your own. The courtyard applauds your bravery and your father raises his cup to you. This feels fantastic!

What does the remainder of the night have in store for us?

>Make merry with our Kinsmen
>Talk to father about the captives
>Get an early night
>Other

>>42821847
Our Lord and Saviour protected us! Speaking of that is our character a not-christian?

>>42821905
>>Make merry with our Kinsmen

>>42821905
>>Make merry with our Kinsmen

For a little bit at least, we will have to be up early.

>>42821905
Forgot to add

>Proud Hero
You have become confident in your abilities, and doubt anything could stop you at this point.

>>42821905
>Make merry with our Kinsmen

>>42821905
> Talk to father about the captives
Make sure they are to be treated properly, that sort of thing.

>>42821912
We're not-anglo saxon, so I suppose we're equally not-Christian.

>>42821905
>>Make merry with our Kinsmen

>>42821905
>Talk to father about the captives

>>42821954
>Make sure they are to be treated properly, that sort of thing

Can't be mistreating our property, that's for sure

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>>42821932
>>42821943
>>42821949
After gaining their admiration through your feat of agility, it becomes very easy to mingle with your Kinsman. They offer you a cup and pour you their wine and you join in sharing and spinning tales about everything and anything, yet, you can't help but feel that this is an attempt to offset the nerves everyone is generating.

Nevertheless, it is working! You drink and sing and dance for some time, before you realise it is getting quite late, indeed.

Do you?

>Ask Father about the captives
>Rest till morn
>Other

>>42822032
>>Rest till morn
Father knows what to do with them

>>42822032
>>Ask Father about the captives

>>42822032
>>Rest till morn

>>42822032
>Ask Father about the captives

>>42822032
>Ask Father about the captives
Gain Intel

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>>42822064
>>42822075
>>42822126
You move to your father's tent, where he is finishing off a mug, before going to bed and you ask 'Father, what are we to do with those two men I dragged out from the armoury earlier?'

He looks quizzical, again, for a moment, wiping the froth from his mustache before asking, 'well what would you have me do with them? You caught them.'

You respond

>'I'm honestly not sure, it's why I came to speak with you.'
>'Just kill them, it'll be easier in the long run.'
>'We'll keep them, so long as we can feed them. Maybe we can trade them for something later.'
>'We should interrogate them. Get them to betray something of their leader if I am to face him tomorrow.'
>Other.

>>42822221
>>Other

Thralls

>>42822074
>>42822062
Looks like it could be a late night, but at least we're sobering slightly before going to bed.

>'We should interrogate them. Get them to betray something of their leader if I am to face him tomorrow.'

Pa, yer drunk.

>>42822221
>>'We should interrogate them. Get them to betray something of their leader if I am to face him tomorrow.'

>>42822221
>'We should interrogate them. Get them to betray something of their leader if I am to face him tomorrow.'

>>42822221
>'We should interrogate them. Get them to betray something of their leader if I am to face him tomorrow.'

>>42822267

OP is kill?

>>42823573
Yes, OP was kill, I passed out, I'm afraid. If anybody's still here, I'll carry on, if not, new thread time.

>>42825047
Titties

>>42825047

Red 5. Standing by.

>>42825084
>>42825145
Actually, I can't guarantee I won't pass out again very shortly so I shall resume this adventure later with another thread starting with the interrogation. good night all

>>42825379
k good night
fun playing

>>42825379
PANCAKES!

Jsyk, I'm quite enjoying this, OP. Reminds me of my character in my actual RP group.

>>42825379

Archived?

>>42825557
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/42817667/