>>2410420
Arch Magnus "Magnus the Mighty, Gate-Breaker and Friend of Giants"

200/200Hp

Death Touched. Your brief jaunt through the land of the dead gifted you with superhuman durability. +10 armor

Spirit blade. Fallen warriors of ages past whisper in your ears, Guiding your strikes. +10 to attack rolls and damage

Huge- Magnus is a big guy. Even for you. +50 to Hp and +10 to feats of strength. Allows dual wielding of great weapons and allows the use of Ultra Weapons.

Runes-
Rune of the Giant- +50HP, +10 to strength checks and an additional attack die with great and ultra weapons.

Combat Skills-
Iron Fist Counter. When dual wielding and defending, your highest success roll will result in a counter. Roll 1 damage dice.

Ruinous slash-Great weapon skill. A single, powerful attack that removes 1/4 of your enemies armor and does +1dd damage.

>Gear
Magnus's Hammer. (Great Weapon) A heavy, brutal weapon with a serrated, angled head, a vicious spike on the reverse and a butt cap of solid steel.

Battle Spear (Great Weapon)- the bastard love child of a sword and a spear. Improved with the Dark Moon blade of Reinhart Sonum, this weapon carves through flesh and leaves ice in the veins of your foes. 2d100 +1d100 ice damage when used as your primary weapon.

3 Heavy throwing axes. Perfect for burying in a mans skull from twenty yards.

Fighting Dagger. Great for surprise blows under a jaw.

Thorn Dagger- Jagged and serrated, causes bleed damage.

Mail-Reinforced Leather armor- boiled leathers reinforced with mail offer substantial protection
+30 armor

Warrior Helm-This angular, brutal looking helm offers decent protection while keeping your vision clear. +5 armor

Spiked Pauldron-Your left shPulder and bicep are coated in overlapping steel plate with a vicious spike jutting from the center. +10 armor

IronCapped Boots-Thick, reinforced, mildly spiked boots that guard your shins, toes and calves. +5 armor

Heavy gauntlets. Thick articulated gauntlets that extend to your elbows, allowing you to block enemy blows easily even without a shield. +5 armor.

Blessed Great shield- a massive slab of silver engraved steel adorned with decorations of the Moon goddess and her seven hundred saints. You really need to redecorate it. +15 armor when equipped.

Trophies-
Seeker Rethal's Head (Claimed at Trulas Storm Blades Cairn)
Shrieker Head
Eolhim's Legion Longsword and Dagger. (1handed)
Harald's Saber (1handed)
The Storm Blade (Relic Great Sword)

Current loot hoard-
Grave Dust (Ingredient)
Shrieker Fangs (Ingredient)
Hearts blood (Ingredient)
Shrieker Claws
Shrieker Hide
Shrieker Eyes
Shrieker tendons
17L in various goods, furs, Trinkets, coins and other valuables.

Thralls and Property-
Aella of Rhya's hill. Can be gifted to others.
Mylea-Claimed after raid of Rhya's Hill.
Ysolde-Claimed after Raid of Rhya's Hill.
Keera-Claimed during the sack of MoonBend

You lean heavily on Urhost, your healing wounds sore and tiring you. The brisk, fresh air of the crag fills your lungs as you pass through the natural arch of the cloven mountain. You lift your hammer in greeting to the men and women that come to greet your party, your companions clapping your back as they recount your story.

You smile wearily and bear the commotion well enough, noting several younger warriors glaring at you in what you guess is jealousy. You ignore them and focus on making sure you neither collapse or let Arvel make you look bad.

>Go speak with Throth. Make sure he knows of the situation with the Cave Stalkers.

>Go speak with Barbas. Show him your new Sword.

>Go see your women. They must miss you.

>Go see Duergir. You trust Wren's skills but it never hurts to let a expert check.

>Go check on your Griffin pup. The little beast should have grown a bit.

>Go grab some food and a drink.

>Other

>>2410440
Tasty new bread
We storm blade now

>>2410453
Did we not take any of the armor out of the tomb?

>>2410453

>Go speak with Throth. Make sure he knows of the situation with the Cave Stalkers.

gotta talk to the big man

>>2410460
It crumbled

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>2410453
Theory
Duergir
griffin

>>2410453
>Go speak with Throth. Make sure he knows of the situation with the Cave Stalkers.

Need to make sure our chieftain is aware of a possible tribal war brewing and our part in it.

Also QM what would a high ranking seeker be like stat wise? Also do the moonies have a high priest/ess or high inquisitor?

>>2410453
>Go speak with Throth. Make sure he knows of the situation with the Cave Stalkers.
Always take care of business first

>>2410460
Nah we didn't. Other then the sword our loot was from the moonies. The armor was decayed unlike the sword (which was unaffected most likely due to being magic).

>>2410453

>Go speak with Throth. Make sure he knows of the situation with the Cave Stalkers.

Then we meet Durigir to get our rune, then we head to our cave to drop off our loot and gristly trophy, then we recount the tale of our adventure to the thralls and "rest."

>>2410453
>Go speak with Throth. Make sure he knows of the situation with the Cave Stalkers.
>Go speak with Barbas. Show him your new Sword.
>Go check on your Griffin pup. The little beast should have grown a bit.

>>2410475
You haven't earned another rune yet but you did get a good chunk of progress toward the next one. You'll be notified when youve earned the next one.

>>2410484

Ah, I see. We have to gather the ingredients AND sufficiently impress the spirits first. That's a pretty good level-up system OP.

>>2410467
A high ranking seeker would be something like

>600HP
>60-80Armor
>Moonlight Blade 3A 2D 2dd
>Frost Shield- deal 2D100 ice damage on highest successful defense rolls
>Corrupted strength- +20 to feats of strength/damage.
>Ash Bearer-If critically or mortally wounded, Become Corrupted Servant.
>Ice and Shadows- +20 to dodge and -20 to enemies chance to hit.

Something like that.

>>2410492
You have the ingredients for the Ritual which is different than a Rune. Rituals and Potions are upgrades offered by Duergir which you have to get the ingredients for. Runes are direct upgrades from Vall, the Patron Deity of Manliness and Asskickery. You can go to Duergir at any time to get the Ritual performed now that you have the ingredients for it.

>>2410493
How does caius and brune stack up in comparison

I like seeing these little monster manuel like snippets, especially since we use them to set goals for our growth.

We've seen Iron horns the wild men chieftain can you add any more as well like the king of the men of the wastes?

>>2410493

That'd be a difficult foe, but not impossible with backup and a few upgrades to our runes, skills, and equipment. Out of curiosity, what are a Corrupted Servant's stats, and what were Throth's stats in his prime?

>>2410495

Oh, I assumed the ritual was the process for creating a rune, and the ingredients were necessary to prove we were worthy of receiving it. So if I'm getting this straight, potions and rituals are basically boons from lesser spirits which require ingredients to create, and runes are boons from Vall, which he bestows once he feels we've done enough to earn it?

>Throth.

Youre tired, sore, stinking and mildly delirious but you did kind of stir the proverbial pot so you should probably inform Throth of your actions.

Pushing free of the press, you make your way through the crowds, waving tiredly to those that call your name and welcome you home. The switchbacking trail that leads up to the lair of the Old Wolf is murder on your legs on the best of days. Right now? Its nearly hellish. But climb you do and its only a matter of minutes before you find yourself high above the hubbub of the crag.

Looking down you sigh happily, noting the crowd around a brawl in the Pit, a pair of young men beating themselves silly to a cheering crowd. The bustle of the bonfire and cooking fires tended by thralls and young women, the beat of a drum and voices raised in song lifting up to your ears. The smoke of Hemmiks forge, black and sooty but pure and righteous in its own way. You sigh happily and almost jump as a voice comes from behind you

"Nice view isn't it my boy?"
Throth chuckles, leaning on the sturdy wooden rail and looking down at the tribe he has led for nearly forty years.
"I like to come out here and just.. Look. Especially when she.."
He motions with his head towards the flap to his home, Sheema busily rummaging around
"Gets to nagging me"

You both laugh, the aging Chieftan clad in layers of wolf and bear hides, the scarred and puckered skin of his cheek and head shining in the mid afternoon light. He gestures towards the Crag and continues
"Ive led the Crag Wolves through many things boy. War. Famine. Sickness. Harsh winters and storms that broke the mountains. Ive seen the greatest acts of kindness and the worst cruelties imaginable. Im old Magnus but ill be damned if I don't do my absolute best for my people. For their future. But times are changing. Duergir told me Vall is speaking to us again. To you. The stars are aligning and even that old goat can't read what they say."

>What say?

>>2410520
we got a cool new sword, killed some moon coons and may have started something between the cave stalkers and the Wyrms

>>2410499
Well their HP will fluctuate depending on your strength to make sure you don't 1shot them but ill give you a snippet.

Lord Brune
800hp
100 Armor(he is immune to normal weaponry due to his immense strength and armor)
>Fist of the Lady- Ultra Mace- 2A 2D 4DD
>Massive-Lord Brune is inhumanly strong. +40 to FoS
>Ash Bearer
>Shield Shatter - a powerful attack that destroys enemy shield and deals 2d100 damage
>Insane fury-Defense is a foreign concept.

>>2410520
>What say?
"Aye. Vall's been pounding me on the head with all these damned dreams. War and death and things I can't tell are in the past or the future.

When we went to a cairn to find grave ash the damned moon shits were already there to try and desecrate and destroy everything.

I don't know what but there is something brewing in the near future like a great thunderhead building in the distance.

Don't know what it is, but we'll need all the crag wolves to be ready for when it comes. We need to get all the wayward sons of Vall to get their heads out of their arses and get ready to fight the moon lords, the wildmen, whatever else that may be stirring.

I'm no coward but Vall isn't one to give portents of dread and death without cause, and I wake up to often now in a cold sweat.

When was the last time something like this happened? Got to be centuries since Vall bothered to speak to us."

>>2410520
>"I brought you the Storm-Blade of Trulas. A Mooncunt Seeker and his boys tried to stop me."

>"Also I may have sicced the Cave Stalkers on the Wyrm Killers."

>>2410502
Throth
500HP
Wolf Lord Plate- 90 Armor
Blade of the Wolf. -Greatsword 2A 2D 2DD
Feed on Pain- Throth gains +10 damage for every 50HP he loses.
Presence of Greatness- Throth inspires respect and fear in equal measure. +20 to speech
Wolves Fury- Gains additional attack die as his health decreases.
On your feet!- If not Gruesomely slain, recover 1d100HP.

>>2410541
Using this one because I really like it.

>>2410575
>>"Also I may have sicced the Cave Stalkers on the Wyrm Killers."
Can we add this though? can't leave that out.

>>2410575
Yeah add in what>>2410586
>>2410543
both said. Don't want to keep throth out of the loop. I just wanted to get Magnus to share his concerns about all of these visions and portents that seems to keep cropping up.

>>2410544
Feed on Pain and Wolves Fury is dope. Plus On your feet! is crazy.

You nod, turning to look the elder warrior in the eye
"Aye. Vall's been pounding me on the head with all these damned dreams. War and death and things I can't tell are in the past or the future."

Throth raises an eyebrow, biting his cheek as he listens
"When we went to a cairn to find grave ash the damned moon shits were already there to try and desecrate and destroy everything. They claimed their 'goddess' had counted our ancestors sins and named them heretics"
Throth scowls, spitting over the edge in disgust and nods.
"Hope you killed the bastards slow. They've always been fond of wiping out every bit of our history they can find."

Youre silent for a momenr before rubbing your hand across your brow and focusing on Throth
"I don't know what but there is something brewing in the near future like a great thunderhead building in the distance. I Don't know what it is, but we'll need all the crag wolves to be ready for when it comes. We need to get all the wayward sons of Vall to get their heads out of their arses and get ready to fight the moon lords, the wildmen, whatever else that may be stirring. Because something is coming. Something big"

Throth stares into the distance for a long moment before he nods.
"So this is how it begins? The great conflict of our time? Two men on a mountainside... But you're right boy. The time has come. Vall wouldn't send you visions unless he knew you had something great to do. He wouldn't bother if you werent worth his time"

You turn to Throth fully and lower your voice, speaking carefully.
"Chieftan...I'm no coward but Vall isn't one to give portents of dread and death without cause, and I wake up too often now in a cold sweat, my heart trying to rip its way free of my chest. When was the last time something like this happened? Got to be centuries since Vall bothered to speak to us. To anyone"

Throth is silent as he considers your words, the years of tribal wisdom providing the fuel for a mental firestorm that burns to the answer
"Honestly boy? I couldn't tell you when the last time anyone was actually spoken to. Lots of cunts have claimed to be chosen by Vall, leading warbands to bloody death. Some of em may even have been telling the truth. But theres no way to know unless a shaman as skilled as Duergir backs you up. He believes you. I believe him. I believe you boy"

>Inform Throth of the impending tribal war

>Ask Throth a question

>Gift Throth a trophy/Weapon/loot

>Beg your leave

>Other

>>2410597
Yeah Throth is designed to be a major DPS dude

>>2410599
>Inform Throth of the tribal war
>Gift Throth loot

Much as I hate to say it, we ought to offer him the Storm Blade. Also, we meant to give him Harald & Eolheim's stuff a while ago.

>>2410603
Cool.
>>2410607
Seconding.

>>2410599
supporting this >>2410607
we have always been honorable toward our cheiftain. Also tell him about the plan to exploit the war between the tribes

>>2410607

Gift Throth the Trulas's Sword? I don't think I can support that, it's an immense upgrade to our battlespear that we risked our lives to get, that Trulas himself gifted us. I like the man as much as anyone else and he deserves our respect, but he's long past his prime and that sword will lay on his cave floor, and be of no use to anyone. Trulas's spirit doesn't deserve that, and we've earned it.

>>2410637
We offer him the sword, he's not gonna take it, just like he didn't take any gryphons. It's a sign of respect.

>>2410637
I want to keep it too, but he's the chief. He deserves the chance to claim the choice loot.

>>2410639
Exactly.

>>2410637
I think he has enough intelligence to realize that and will allow us to keep it. Respecting the gesture

>>2410599
>>Inform Throth of the impending tribal war

>>2410639
>>2410641
>>2410690

Hmm, very true, very true. Carry on with the offer of a gift.

>>2410599
>>Inform Throth of the impending tribal war

>>2410760
Also this

>Inform Throth
>Gift Throth the Storm Blade.

You both are silenr for a few minutes, simply watching the inhabitants of the Crag go about their day. You turn to the Chieftan and sweep your hair back sheepishly
"We did run into some tribals on the way to the cairn we visited"

Throth looks at you curiously, raising an eyebrow curiously
"Oh? Who was it?"

You forge on, theres only two ways Throth could take the news anyway.
"Cave Stalkers. I decided that we couldnt sneak around them safely and so we fought and killed all but one of them. I sent the survivor back to their Chieftan with their raid leaders head. His son's head. With a warning from the Wyrm Killers"

Throth glares at you for a moment before blinking in shock, his eyes widening in understanding and a broad grin spreading across his face.
"Ohhhh boy you nearly earned yourself a thrashing there! The sister fuckers and the has-beens at each others throats? Ahhh my boy that's a brilliant plan. Brilliant. Why fight your foes at their strongest when you can make them weaken each other?"

"Speaking of the cairn. I managed to retrieve the blade of Trulas Storm Blade before the moonies destroyed it. I offer it to you Chieftan"
You pull the blade from your pack and kneel, offering it with both hands to Throth.

Throth grunts, looking down at you and the blade. Carefully, he lifts it from your grasp, pulling the hilt to inspect a few inches of the staticky blade.
"This... This is an ancient and storied blade lad. Its slain great foes, ogres, Wyrms, united a dozen tribes through strength of arms. But... I'm old boy. Ive no need for a hero's blade when my days of heroics are long past. Keep it boy. You'll need it"
Throth says slowly, placing the blade back into your hands. You stand as he pats your shoulder, placing the sheathed sword back into your pack.
"I appreciate the gesture my boy."
Throth smiles, turning to look off into the distance.

>Throth relation increased

>Ask Throth a question

>Beg your leave

>Other

>>2410791
>>Beg your leave

>>2410791
>>Beg your leave

>>2410791
>Beg your leave
Let's call it a night and go either get rowdy drunk with Arvel and ravish our women or just go straight to the ravishing. Tomorrow we talk to Duergir.

>>2410791
>Beg your leave
>>2410802
I think the inverse. Let's check ourselves out with Duergir. War said the staff was bad news; if there's some residual damage or curse, we shouldn't let it sit.

>>2410859
Then we should show off our sword to Barbas.

>Beg your leave

You know when the Chieftan is deep in thought and leave him to his musings, backing away and heading down the path. Throth is a wise man and the more time he has to devote to his thoughts the better.

You look out over the railing of one of the dozens of rope bridges that hang across the crag and peer over the village. The crowd that gathered for your return is dispersing, your companions breaking off to go about their own business. You must do the same

>Go speak with Duergir

>Go speak with Barbas

>Go speak with one of your friends

>Go home and get some rest

>Other

Throth and Barbas are sort of like father figures, with Duergir and the blacksmith being the cool uncles.

>>2410965
>Go speak with Duergir
we got the goods, time to get drinking.

Say, guys. What we the eventual great battle in the future....could we make a crap load of potions for our warriors? What would be the easiest combination we could acquire and stuff.

>>2410965
>>Go speak with Duergir
we need to have a long talk with him.

>>2410965
>Go speak with Duergir

>>2410965

> Go speak with Durigir

We were trying to bond with the spirits of death and hunger right?

>>2410859
supporting this. No need to get fucked, or turned into a corrupted moon wretch.

>>2410977
Correct. Ritual of the Life Drinker is what you grabbed all the stuff for.

>>2410977
>>2410985
No time better than now when I'm fuckin close to death an hungry as the void.

>>2410965
>Go speak with Duergir

>>2410965
>Go speak with Barbas
Unless we are fully recovered, think we should let our wounds heal completely before we let Duergir tap us for blood.

>>2411302
I think we just going to get a cheack up

It's going to suck when grandpa has to bleed Magnus.

>Sorry for the late start. Been a busy day coupled with some health issues.
>Speak with Duergir.

You decide that you didnt go through all of that effort for nothing and that Duergir should probably take a look at your wounds and critique Wren's work.

You make your way to ground level and crouch into the shadowy crevice of Duergirs home, the air heavy with incense smoke and smoldering herbs. You duck your head to avoid the jagged stone of the roof as you walk, the old shamans muttering growing clearer as you approach.

You step into the rounded, dimly lit cavern that Duergir calls home, the old shaman hovering over a young man with a bandaged arm. The wounded warrior groans wearily as Duergir dips thin shards of bone into herb mixtures before jabbing them into the tissue of the youths bicep. He pats the young man on the head and rises
"There lad. That should speed the healing up. Try not to stray too close to those beasts next time"

Duergir glances at you as he totters by, leaning heavily on his gnarled staff. He thumps your chest with a withered hand and whispers
"Idiot got too close to one of those griffins. Beast layed his arm open to the bone. Twit."

Seating himself on the stone bench he performs many of his miracles from, Duergir looks at you intensely, his black eyes glittering behind the veil of white hair
"What can I do for you Magnus."

>ive got the ingredients for the Ritual of the Life Drinker

>Have you readied yourself for the Communion with the ancients?

>Have Duergir check your wounds

>Ask Duergir a question

>Other

>>2411744
>Have Duergir check your wounds
>ive got the ingredients for the Ritual of the Life Drinker

>>2411750
This

>>2411744
>"Idiot got too close to one of those griffins. Beast layed his arm open to the bone. Twit."
Only way they'll learn s'through error sadly, or maybe that lad wasn't all that bright.

>>ive got the ingredients for the Ritual of the Life Drinker
>Have Duergir check your wounds
Do you think it's safe to perform the ritual as I am now, or should I wait til I've time to properly heal?

>>2411744
this >>2411750

>>2411750
Backing

>>2411744
>Have Duergir check your wounds
>ive got the ingredients for the Ritual of the Life Drinker

>>2411750

This, ten thousand times this!

>>2411750
spurting.

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> tfw warlord's health issues caught up to him

>>2414073
Noo noo shurt your doetty whore mouth
His still alive!!
Just just taking his time with thr next poat couse itl be thr best one ever

>Ok im back after our glorious automods decided to b& me yet again. Ah the joys of Dynamic IP.
>Writing

>Check up time
>Ive got those ingredients

You gesture to your bandaged wounds and sigh.
"Wren did his best but I felt I should come get a second opinion."

Duergir chuckles, waving you over to sit across from him. His wrinkled fingers deftly undo the layers of bandages from your chest and hip.
"Got yourself torn up a bit eh Magnus? Ahh... Had a run in with a Seeker did you?"
He mutters as he inspects the gouge in your chest, the healing tissue sensitive but a healthy pink around the wound instead of inflamed red or necrotic black.
"Looks like Wren solved the frozen flesh well enough. Smells like... Bitterthorn extract and Coalberry oil. That'll do the trick well enough."

You bear the inspection, poking and prodding well enough, wincing slightly as Duergir applies some stinging green oil to the slash on your wrist, the skin turning an angry red but lacking any stinking pus. You motion to your pack with your free hand and clear your throat
"I managed to round up all of the ingredients you asked for Duergir. Am I strong enough for the ritual or should I wait to heal?"

Duergir chuckles, glancing at the pack and nodding to you
"Aye my boy. If you're not strong enough I doubt any of us are"

You both chuckle as Duergir finishes his inspection, declaring you "a bit battered but otherwise fine". You allow the old shaman to replace your bandages and retrieve the needlelike teeth, vial of thick, dark blood and the pouch of grey dust.

Duergir inspects each ingredient carefully before nodding approval, leaning heavily on his staff
"Im ready to perform the ritual if you're ready to undergo it"

>Im ready

>Im not ready

>I have some questions

>Other

>>2414516
>Im ready
I hunger for the blood of moonies!

>>2414516
>>Im ready

>>2414516
>>Im ready

>>2414516

> I'm ready, touch me daddy

>>2414516
>Im ready
If Duergir thinks we can do this now, we might as well

>>2414516
>I'm ready

>>2414516
>I'm ready

>>2414516
>>Im ready

>Im-Ready_Spongebob

You inhale deeply and nod to yourself and Duergir
"Aye. Im ready old man. Lets do this"

Duergir nods solemnly, gathering the ingredients into his gnarled hands. He directs you to a clear portion of the floor and to kneel, your shirt shed aside and your head bowed.
"Remain there boy. Remain still and for the love of the spirits don't say anything"

You obey the ancient Shaman and remain still as a statue as Duergir places black, squat candles in a circle around you, a incense burner made from a human skull between your knees and rubs some sort of ash across your brow.
"Guardians and patrons of death, consumers of blood and souls, we call upon you."
He chants, mixing the grave dust and hearts blood in a bone cup, adding oils and powdered herbs.
"A worthy supplicant calls upon you! A warrior of great strength and set with terrible purpose! Your hunger for life, your thirst for vitality he seeks a share of!"

His chant grows louder, his grasping voice echoing unnaturally as the shadows lengthen, the candles suddenly providing not nearly enough light.
"The fangs of a drinker of blood, claimed in righteous combat! Blood, pulled from the heart of a worthy foe! Dust, which we all are and shall return to, dust of the grave! These offerings we give to you! By these rites i bind thee! By these sigils, I summon thee!"

The needle sharp fangs are dipped into the thick, black mixture and drug across your skin, tracing strange swirling designs upon your flesh. Your nose, cheeks, jaw, throat and chest are all covered in the strange mixture.

The shadows and smoke swirl together, figures stepping forth, figures that reject your minds attempt to describe them. Eyes as black as night but glowing with a terrible dark light fix on you with the endless hunger of those who can never be truly sated.

Duergirs voice has risen to a shout, echoing like thunder on the mountains
"I call upon and bind thee! I implore and command! Give unto this warrior your unending thirst for the lives of his foes! Let their blood and lives nourish his flesh! Let their death feed his life! What say you Tuarevath?! WHAT SAY YOU?! DEVOURER I CALL UPON YOU"
He bellows, slamming his staff into the ground with such force the earth trembles, the spirits corporeal forms faltering for a moment as they step back, eying you and the ancient Shaman carefully.

>Cont

Finally one steps forward, its form shifting through eye watering combinations before settling on the shadowy outline of a man, eyes glowing like dying coals and a shattered, jagged crown upon his brow.
"Duergir. Your natural time was long ago. Even the gifts bestowed upon you will not last the endless march of years. Will you not claim our gift yourself? Feast upon the lives of those weaker than yourself... Few that they may be."

Duergir stamps his staff against the floor, pure force rippling the Devourers form before the spirit reforms itself.
"You above all should remember my power. Mind your tongue lest you be cast down... Again"

The spirit straightens, nodding curtly before bowing its crowned head, wisps of black smoke curling from its body
"My... Apologies... Wise One. A jest. We above all know the might of the Old One. This mortal... This... Magnus. He has sent many to us. He has fed us well... For a mortal. Perhaps with our blessing... More sustenance could be gained no?"

The spirit steps closer to you, the details of its form refusing to make themselves clear as it gazes down upon you. Those glowing eyes fix on yours and seem to tilt upwards in a knowing smile.
"It shall be done Duergir Far-Seer. By the old accords and by the rituals of binding, I, Tuarevath, The Great Devourer, Claimer of forgotten souls and Consumer of the unworthy, do bless this mortal. May thw blood of his foes nourish his body. May their souls lend him strength."

Before you can move the spirit lunges forward, driving its incorporeal, clawed fingers into your chest. You gasp in, not pain, but intense discomfort as it *grips* your heart. Your skin crawls, your blood boils, a intense and unnatural hunger begins clawing into your belly. You gasp as the claw is withdrawn, Duergir watching carefully.

Thw old shaman steps forward as the spirit withdraws, sniffing its claws and chortling
"Ohhh... This one... This one will feed us greatly. A veritable bounty that may sate even OUR endless hunger. Well done Wise One... Well done indeed"

With that the spirit fades away like mist, its glowing eyes fixed on you until the final traces of its body fade away. Duergir hobbles over to you, suddenly seeming very small and frail. He puts a withered hand on your shoulder and shakes you gently
"Magnus? Are you ok lad?"

>Gained- Life Drinker trait- 10% of damage dealt is returned as HP.

>What say?

>>2415331
>What say?
"Got anything to eat in here? I feel like like someone replaced my damned stomach with a bottomless pit."

>>2415361
i like it

>>2415293
>>2415331
>>2415361

> "Fuck me that was intense."

>>2415370
This

I can't wait to armor up our baby birb and train it so it can kill the big gruff and claim the title of the most dangerous Griffin around.

>>2415331
"Duergir, what did this cost you? Don't try to fool me."

also, it might be time to study in his footsteps just a bit.

>>2415331
>What say?
"Got anything to eat in here? I feel like like someone replaced my damned stomach with a bottomless pit."

We should our ladys to play with birdy

>>2415331
Warlord ban again?

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>>2418367

> tfw mods are mongs

>>2418459
Mods are moon fags?

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>ok the Automods can officially swing from my balls. But i just got the notification I was unbanned like 2 hours ago so this will pick up around noonish
>AngryWarhorns.mp3

>>2420075
>inb4 ban again

>OminousWarhorns.mp3
>Im back my bloodthirsty friends
>Who's here?
>Also, writing!

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>>2420387
LESGO

You stand slowly, that gnawing hunger growing in your belly for a moment before subsiding, not gone but coiled in your chest like a waiting snake. You turn to Duergir and work your jaw before speaking
"Fuck me that was intense..."

Duergir chuckles, patting your arm with one withered hand, his long jagged nails tapping against your skin.
"Ahh my boy... The spirits... Especially *That* lot... Can be tricky, tiresome and devious but if you manage to cow them then they bend to your will"

You nod, remembering the displays of Duergirs might on the spiritual plane, nearly dispelling the Devourer with seemingly no effort. Your stomach growls and cramps and you grimace
"Do you have anything to eat? It feels like Simone replaced my stomach with a bottomless pit!"

Duergir laughs dryly, nodding as he limps over to his bench, rooting around through a basket he withdraws a loaf of bread, ripping it in half before tossing you the other end.
"Here. Sheema dropped it off for me earlier. She seems convinced im dying. Ive been dying longer than shes been alive!"
He laughs, sitting wearily and massaging a swollen knee with both hands

You tear into the fresh, slightly warm, rich bread happily, ripping away large chunks and chewing greedily. The pit in your stomach graciously accepts the offering and the cramps and snarls from within you fade for the time being.

>Ask Duergir a question

>Beg your leave

>Other

>>2420411
>>Beg your leave

>>2420411
>>Other
One day you're going to have to tell me the story of your dealings with the spirits, Duergir. Not all battles are fought with axes and blood, it seems
>>Beg your leave

>>2420411
>Ask a question
Fuck is up with these dreams? They're getting more frequent and intense. Has he read anything in the portents, anything we should know?

>>2420421
supporting.

>>2420411
>Ask Duergir a question
Are you ok old man? You seem just as tired as the last time.

>>2420411

>Beg your leave
You need any hearbs?

You stand, brushing crumbs from your beard and wiping them from your clothes. Duergir sighs tiredly, a small smile on his face as he leans his back against his bench, his staff held against his shoulder
"Are you alright old man? It seems like that tires you greatly"
You ask, noting the droop to the old shamans demeanor.

Duergir chuckles, nodding slowly
"Aye Magnus... It taxes me greatly to call upon the spirits like that but dont worry about me Magnus.. Ive done more with less"

You bow your head and bid the ancient Shaman farewell and carefully make your way from the cave, cursing as you scrape your head against the jagged ceiling. Blinking against the bright sunlight as you step out of the crevice, rolling your shoulders and cracking your neck you look around the village

>Go see Barbas

>Go see one of your friends

>Go see Hemmik

>Go check on your Griffin pup

>Go see your women

>Take a walk

>Other

>>2420703
>sleep
We're tired as fuck, we still haven't slept yet from our return

>>2420703
>Go check on your Griffin pup
Check on them pups. After that we could get some honey cookies

>>2420703
>Go see your women

>>2420745
Seconding, then we should see Barbas

>>2420745

>>2420703
>>Go see your women

>>2420703
>>Go check on your Griffin pup

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>2420837
Supporting then sleep

>Griffin Pup

The irritable screeches of the griffin pups carry on the wind, the rapidly growing beasts calling hungrily. You look up to the sky and look longingly at the flap to your dwelling, your bed calling your name from within.

But urgent matters await and you must sort with them. You pick your way through the village, Thralls and children alike nearly get underfoot and you have to dodge around several members of the tribe that get in your way unknowingly.

The sheltered shelf of stone that serves as the griffin pups temporary home is littered with downy feathers, scraps of hide and fragments of bone, the stink of griffin dung sharp in the air.

The beasts have grown, fed on flesh and fat, bone and viscera. Their feathers are growing in nicely, their plumage sleek and shiny. Your scarred pup eyes you carefully, squawking and chirping as it pulls at its chain, clacking its beaks and fluttering its wings.

>Feed the pup

>Attempt to train the pup

>Socialize the pup

>Other

>>2421027
>Feed the pup

>>2421027
>Socialize the pup

>>2421027
>Feed the pup
and
>Socialize the pup

>>2421100

Dis-pair

>>2421027

>Socialize the pup
Get the girl to pat it

>>2421027
Feed and socialize

>Feed the Pup

You snatch a loitering youth by the scruff of the neck and shove him off with a grunted command of
"Meat. Now"
And approach your griffin pup slowly.

You extend your hands slowly to the beast and it sniffs at your palms for a moment, clacking its beak softly and chirping as you allow it to prod your hands in search of food.
"Hey there big guy. Miss me? None of this lot are brave enough to bother you eh? You'd have had fun with me, we got to kill a beast, a big Shrieker, some stinking t ribals and even some of those frosty fucks"

The griffin of course doesn't understand your speech but the calm tone settles the pup down and it plops down against your boots as you scratch between its wings, its long talons curling and unfurling on the floor.

>Roll me 1d100 to see how the feeding and socialization goes. Bo3

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>2421460

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>2421460

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>2421460
Time to channel our Dances with Wolves routine.

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>2421460

>65>DC50.
>Griffin Pup relation increased!

You spend a few hours with the griffin pup, scratching its head, wings and belly as it chirps happily. The bucket of meat scraps is delivered and promptly emptied down the griffins seemingly bottomless gullet.

You're sure the beast is getting quite familiar and very comfortable with you, currently snoozing against your feet being good evidence. You had sat and talked with the pup, telling it stories, jokes, self reflections and your own thoughts to acclimate it with your voice. The beast seemed intelligent, watching you closely when you spoke and chirping aggreably.
"Alright birdy, I need my foot back"
You speak softly as you retrieve your foot from the griffins clutches, leaving the sleeping beast to rest and digest its meal. It would be counterproductive to do more in one day.

>Go see Barbas

>Go check on the eggs/hatchlings

>Go see Hemmik

>Go see Dolf

>Go see your women

>Go see one of your friends

>Go grab some food

>Other

>>2421565
>Go grab some food
Honey cookies lets gooo

>>2421565
>Go check on the eggs/hatchlings
The babies are so defenselessly cute.

>>2421565
>>Go see Barbas

>>2421565
>Go to sleep
seriously at some point we need to suffer consequences for staying up nonstop

>>2421565
>fucking sleep

>>2421565

> Go to sleep and meet our concubines for the first time in almost a week

>>2421942
supporting. its time for nightmares.

>>2421565
>Go see your women

>>2421565
>Go see your women
What do we want to do with the last older woman tharll we have??
Mybe turn her into a teacher for numbers and letters for the kids??
Shes just sitting around doing narthing

>Women time
>Sorry about that I had a medication induced power nap

You leave your snoozing griffin pup and make your way back to your home, the beckon of your bed and the comforts provided by three women too much to ignore. Three days of hard march on wounds and bearing full packs is enough to sap the energy from anyone.

The hours left in the day have no bearing on your decisions and you rap against the bearskin flap tiredly, leaning against the stone mouth of the cave. A faint scuffle from within before Ysolde's voice calls out from within
"Who's there?"

You smile to yourself and sweep the flap aside, Ysolde and Keera jumping in shock before they get over their alarm, small smiles spreading across their faces
"Magnus! Youre back!"
"Oh! We heard you were back!"

You smile contentedly at the pair of women, setting your pack and weapons down by the entrance to the cave before sweeping them both up in your arms to squeals of surprise and more than a little delight

>Ask Ysolde something

>Ask Keera something

>Where is Mylea

>Hammertime

>Other

>>2422306
Anything interesting happen while I was gone?

>>2422306
Tell them what you been up too
And that theres a baby birdy you would like them to feed and play with when your not here

>>2422306
>>Hammertime

>>2422321
that doesn't sound very safe.

>>2422314
Supporting and then hammertime

>Where is Mylea

>Hammertime

>>2422513
This

>>2422513
switch to this

>>2422306
>>Where is Mylea
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qSJ5I5v8zwQ

>>2422513
>Support

Damn, I've missed 2 threads while away from internet... fuck

>>2422513

Dis

>>2423526

Boy are you in for a treat!

>Sorry guys. No updates today, its been rough on me and im just completely drained. Ill be back tomorrow bright and early

>>2424116
Oki

>>2424116

Take all the time you need WarlordQM, your updates are worth the wait.

>>2423535
Have I missed something special?

You look around your home as you shed your leathers and undershirt, grabbing a skin of mead from the wall and biting the plug free you collapse backward onto your bed, kicking your boots off. Ysolde smirks at your laziness and Keeras eyes flick to the glimpse of shiny trinkets within your pack. You gesture vaguely, noting the absence of your third woman
"Where's Mylea run off to?"
You chuckle, knowing the bubbly girl would be the last to run from you

Ysolde points outside and shrugs
"Her and Shalla are doing something with the little ones today. She was up late making those sweets for them"

Keera discretely brushes golden brown crumbs from the bed as she sits by your feet
"We *might* have eaten a few. They were good!"
You lift an eyebrow and smirk
"A few?"

Ysolde and Keera look sheepishly at each other, shrugging
"Maaaybe more than a few"
"A few... Dozen?"

You laugh to yourself, bracing an arm behind your head and taking a healthy swig of the sweet, potent mead.
"Couldn't blame you. Theyre damn good"

>Hammertime

>Additional questions for the Wumminz

>>2425317
>Hammertime

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>2425324

>>2425317
>>Hammertime

>>2425317
>Hammertime

>>2425317
Hammertime
Ask if they saved any for you?

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>2425393

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>2425393
Same fagging?
For performance...

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>>2425317

>Sorry for the long delay, been really busy today
>Hammertime

You grin broadly, swinging your feet off the bed and standing, pulling Ysolde to you roughly by her hip
"You girls ate ALL the sweets and didnt leave any for me?"
You accuse, running a hand down her back to cup her soft rear.

Ysolde blushes, looking away and smiling softly as you squeeze the warm flesh.
"I-I mean... Um.... Keera ate them too!"
She points accussingly at the smaller girl who yelps as your arm shoots out, scooping around her waist and pulling her to you, your palm pressed possesively against her rear
"Is that true Keera? Did you also deprive me of those sweets?"

Keera stutters and stammers, her eyes wide and cheeks flushed crimson as your hand roams across her bottom. She goes to speak but squeals as you grip tightly

"Seems ill have to enjoy some other sweet treats tonight"
You growl, lifting both the girls and tossing them easily onto your bed. Ysolde and Keera both share a look, swallowing audibly
"Ohhh dear"
"Mercy?"

>Hours pass

You lay back on your bed, nude and sweaty, Keera and Ysolde draped across your frame. Hand shaped red marks cover their bottoms and thighs, bites and bruises adorning throats and breasts. They both breathe slowly and deeply, the deep sleep of exhaustion claiming them within seconds.

>Get some rest

>Wait till Mylea gets home (Hammertime round 2)

>Other

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>2426536
Rest, Mylea will get hers tomorrow

You lean your head back, holding the sleeping pair of girls closely. They murmur in their dreams, nuzzling into you and allowing you to bask in the combined warmth. The cushion of piled skins and furs cradles your head and within moments, sleep claims you as well.

Your dreams claim you a moment later

A burning city, fallen warriors strewn about like a child's discarded dolls. The streets run like rivers of gore, ashes and cinder hissing as they fall from the infernos that consume entire quarters of the city. A tall, circular keep rises from the center like a sword from the earth, upon its roof, A armored figure sags to one knee, bracing his weight on a slender sword. Bloof flows freely from the rents in his once shining suit of plate. His helm lies discarded, battered and dented, smeared with blood. A tall figure, his face hidden behind a great helm, his blackened armor studded with barbs and spikes, sigils and runes carved into the metal paces around him, gesturing out to the dying city, the sounds of battle and conquest rising like the roar of the ocean.
"Why do you fight? Why must it come to this? Lundelor has fallen, your people slaughtered in droves or taken as thrall, my victorious hordes rightful due. Your sons? Dead on the field by mine own hand, save the one still at his mothers teat. He will live as one of mine. A Son of Vall. Tell me, Oh great King of the Riverland, was your valiant stand worth it? Was allowing my army to pass unchallenged truly worth all this bloodshed?"

The wounded man speaks, spitting blood and struggling to rise, his maimed leg refusing to bear his weight
"The Gods themselves told us of your deeds! Foul and beyond count! Butcher and murderer! Blasphemer and Heretic! How could I stand and let a.. A... Stinking barbarian, one who insults the gods by BREATHING alone to pass through my lands? Curse you! Curse you!"

Vall chuckles, his voice like the grinding of great stones together as he rips his blade free from its sheathe, standing over the fallen king
"You stood aye.. Now you kneel.... And now...?"
He hefts the blade high, the edge gleaming like a razor and crackling with untold power
"You die with your city"

You wake as a soft, warm figure crawls atop you, Mylea's long, curly blonde hair dragging across your skin as she situates herself with a sigh of contentment. You say nothing, simply smiling up at the ceiling as her breathe slows and deepens before rejoining your women in slumber.

This time, Vall leaves your dreams be and you wake refreshed with the morning light, peeling yourself from the sprawl of your women with sleepy groans and clutching hands. You laugh to yourself and pull your clothes on, stepping out to face the day

>Go see Throth

>Go see Barbas

>Go see One of your friends

>Go see Duergir

>Take a walk

>Go check on your Griffin pup

>Go see Hemmik

>Go see Dolf

>Other

>>2426749

>Go see Barbas

>>2426749
>Go see Barbas
Let's see how the boys are coming along.

>>2426749
>Hemmik
We really freaking need to get our shield redecorated. Let's see about that.

>>2426915
Supporting but before that give Mylea some love

>>2427155
supporting this.

>>2427155
Ask her y she took so long to get back.
Seanking off into thr night one would think she is seeing a differnt man

>>2427457
She making those cookies that she is so known for. but yeah little tease is not bad

>>2427633
And speaking about those cookies we should make that oven for her and that winery/distillation for Ysolde

>>2427633
Call her suger tits
>>2427643
Yer but we got go raiding befor we can do that

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>2426915
Going with axeanon we need work first booty second.

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Sad times ahead of us it seems

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>>2432400
Seems so...

>>2432400
It ends with not a bang but with a wisper

>>2432790
It’s Easter chil out my nignogs, op will return after the family stuff

>>2433859
let us hope so

Hey guys! Sorry for the sudden absence, my real life schedule got very full this week and ive just been burned out. Im not dead and neither is this quest! Ill be able to return Monday (I fucking hate Easter) with a freshly toasted bread! Dont lose hope in me anons!

>>2434715
HE LIVES

>>2426749
>Go see Barbas
We need to learn that whirlwind/beyblade move

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>>2434715

>>2434715
DeD Thread?
Dead bread?

>>2444945
thread is dead, but the QM is not. Just really, really busy with life. These kind of quests, they burn bright while they are here, go dormant for a bit, and come back.

QM can you leave us something to follow you with? I'm afraid I'll miss when Warlords is back.

3 more slots left folks. Tis been an honor