>>2682683
>Basic info sheet on the setting
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1F40nnzNO8nrTbjUP-49m_ygMyNok-elalwBLVxyUhnc/edit?usp=drivesdk

>Magnus's Character sheet
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1tMFQUUS6Tg-HUqIntR-_5ANsHLwh04muOBGwQpg10y8/edit?usp=drivesdk

Both big hefty walls of text but good setting info

>>2682683
Did we at least take some baubles, pack animals and mounts from the other two villages we time skipped? Who gets to keep the leader's fancy armor ('slightly scratched' condition), has battleaxe and mount?

"Magnus! Magnus! Magnus! Magnus!"
The chant carries through the forest around you, drowning out the crackling roar of the burning barricade and the screams and moans of the wounded. Raiders, Warriors, your men and Dagmar's Sons of the Crag Wolves all cheering in victory. Blood has turned the hard packed dirt of the road into sticky muck beneath your feet as you stalk forward towards the fallen corpse of the foolish Lancers who had chosen to charge you alone.

Blood and brain ooze from the gruesome injury that has split his head from brow to throat, one blade of the double sided axe buried between his collarbones. The haft of the battleax is delicately engraved and etched with symbols and lines of sprawling text, likely prayers and praises to the Lady of the Moon.

Your lip curls in contempt as you wrap your fingers around the iron reinforced shaft, your gauntlets sticky with gore, and wrench it free with a wet *crack* and a splatter of brain matter and gore.
"For Vall!"
You bellow, your voice echoing out from your helm, shaking the ground around you as you heft the axe high, blood dripping from the metal and running down your arm.

Urhost hefts his own axe and roars approval, Arvel cheering right alongside him, the savage warriors face smeared with blood and grinning like a loon. Falhim and Torbos howl like animals, smashing their weapons against shields. Wren simply lifts his bow high, nodding slightly while Lionel and Balon look on in stunned shock, their faces slowly turning into savage grins as they too lift their weapons high, barbed spear and heavy mace, adding their bodies voices to the throng.

In all the commotion, all the clamor of the spontaneous chanting, only a few remain silent. Only a few, clustered around a blood soaked young man, his angular face drawn tight with barely contained anger and envy, contempt and rage as *his* men cheer a man that is not their leader. The LEADER of this attack!

One of his sycophants steps forward, gesturing towards you with a dismissive gesture.
"Dag, c'mon boss, forget that overgrown shit. He just got to that pansy knight before you did. Im sure ya coulda do-*thwack*-gah!"

>Cont

>>2682754

The raider falls to the ground, nose and mouth gushing blood from the solid blow. Dagmar spits onto the moaning man, glaring at any other would be advice-givers. The tattooed WarLeader points to you with a accusatory finger and snarls in rage at his cronies.
"That fuckin' troll-son made me look a fool and a coward. Insulting me in front of my men?! Taking MY glory? Killing the commander he KNEW was mine?! What next? He'll claim the glory for the attack on the town?! I won't have it. I wont FUCKIN' HAVE IT!!! He's got Throth's, hes got old Barbas eating out of his hand, Hes got the shaman looking after him like a sick pup!"

Dagmar turns, spitting onto the earth and looking out into the dark as his eyes glitter dangerously, hand clenched on the hilt of his serrated shortswords. Dark thoughts and dark deeds are no stranger to the tattooed Raider and the cruelty of his nature is bubbling like a unmatched pot.

But that is unknown to you. Right now, the only thing on your mind is...

>somehow holding all this loot

>Getting men ready for the attack

>Speaking with your lieutenants

>Other

>>2682757
>somehow holding all this loot
Horse
big horse
big mighty horse
god that's such a majestic beast of murder
Also give the battleaxe to Arvel or Urhost as a weapon upgrade or a trophy.

>Other
Ask Dagmar which of his men he's going to send out and who's going to be disguised as the commander.

What a precious little bitch. Got his panties in a bunch just because we got the their leader first instead of him.

>>2682785

>>2682785

This. Hopefully we aren't killed in our sleep.

>>2682785
This. We won’t be killed in our sleep, trust me.

>>2682887
>>2682873
Because we have the spirits of the dead whispering in our ears?

>Loootz

You slowly lower your newly claimed axe, the roaring cheers of the gathered War party fading down in anticipation of your words.
"Right then! Lets get these fuckers stripped! Any of them still breathe, open their throat and dig through their pockets! Lets get going!"
You shout, laughing as men scramble to be the first to rifle through the belongings of officers and fallen knights.

Turning yourself, you stride through the ring of carnage, of butchered knights and fallen horses, blood and bent metal.

Standing over the ruined corpse of Sir Thylos, you plant your boot on his cloven chest, peering down at the fallen Lordling. His great black Destrier snorts unhappily, pawing at the earth with a massive good, watching you with deceptively intelligent eyes, ears flicking back against its skull.

>Claim Winters Fury (Great Axe), Claim DarkSky (Heroic Mount), Claim Damaged Plate Armor
>Y/N?

>>2682958
Y, present the horse to Buttmad dude. we could always use more friends, and frankly we will have a better mount soon

>>2682958
>Y
Dagmar can suck our half-giant dick. Nobody in the crag wolves likes him anyway. Plus we need that sick horse.

>>2682958
>yes

If Dagmar want to bitch we'll shove the haft of the axe up his ass and have Darksky crush his skull underhoof

>>2682979
We have a griffin. If we present some of this loot to him, we can earn a warleader in charge of al large groups respect.

>>2682958
>Y
Just take out out of our portion of loot. Except for the armor.

>>2682989
Good point, good point. I guess we can cross the Gryphon off the list.

I at least want to give the war axe to either one of our guys.

>Loot Claimed!
>Winters Fury (Masterwork Great Axe 3A 2D 2AA)
>DarkSky (Heroic Mount. Warhorse. 250/250HP)
>50L worth of Damaged Plate Armor.

You waste no time in claiming the finely wrought steel battleaxe, even after hewing through the plate armor of its former owner and the helm and skull of a lancer, the edge has taken no visible damage. While you imagine the blade would be weighty in the hands if of lesser men, its as light and easy as a wood chopping axe in yours. You strip off the harness that grips the axe from the back of the fallen Lordling armor. With a few modifications it straps snugly to your belt, the axe fitting onto it as easily as a regular man would a handaxe.

Ripping the dented and rent plates of armor from the fallen Sir Thyllos takes you but the work of minutes, storing the scraps of armor plating in a pack that you call over from a nearby raider.

That just leaves the matter of the massive warhorse. The beast paws the ground, snorting and frothing as you approach slowly, whinnying unhappily as it looks from you to the fallen body of its former master.
"Easy boy... Eaaasy.... Its alright..."

>How do you attempt to calm the warhorse?

>>2683170
Keep your shield on hand incase it tries to trample or kick you, and a lasso in case we fail and we try to flee.
Approach it slowly and calmly. Offer it a clean open palm and see what it does. If it's not kicking our head off then offer the beast some veggies or jerky.

I hope the spirit lady's blessing will help us tame it. Could it be her mark that's the reason the horse didn't attack or run away after it's rider was killed?

>>2683196
*it tries to flee

>>2683196
>I hope the spirit lady's blessing will help us tame it

Oh-ho-ho!

>>2683202
Right on the dot?

>>2683170
This horse is seemingly quite intelligent. Stallions and male horses in general are rather aggressive creatures, they respect strength.

Be stalwart and stare down the giant ass horse. Show no fear. We slew his previous rider and now we stand before him as a great warrior.

If all else fails we get on his back and break him like any stallion. Show him we are not to be fucked with and he'll pick up on it.

Fuck yeah! Warlord quest is back

>>2683204
Looks like it is worth a try. Support

Rolled 30 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2683196
Going with this one.
>Roll me 1d100+20. Mark of the Wild +20 to Beast Taming
>Beat this Roll for raisins

Rolled 38 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2683292

Rolled 78 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2683292

Rolled 10 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2683292

>>2683304
That's a new horse for Magnus

>>2683292
>Mark of the Wild +20 to Beast Taming
So this will help with the griff pup

If we get the griffin to fuck the horse, will they make a magical mount?
No wait they're both dudes.

>>2683323
No joke, we take the horse back to our village and use it to stud for the next generation of raiding horses. We won't be able to have an army of griffons yet, but improving our horse stock can only help us.

>98>40. Relation and trust with DarkSky increased!

"Easy boy. Easy. Im not gonna hurt you..."
You keep your voice low and level as you approach the massive warhorse, hands spread wide, empty palms shown so that the beast can tell you have nothing. The destrier snorts, shaking its head uneasily as you advance, pawing a furrow into the ground as it tilts its head slightly.
"You want to run don't you? To crush skulls beneath your feet? To be free and wild? You'd like that wouldn't you?"

Step by step, closer and closer, inch by inch you draw closer to the beast, the horses eyes fixed on yours as the healing welts on your shoulder tingle, the scent of rotting leaves and clear water, soil and wind through the trees filling your nostrils as a voice whispers alongside your words in a language dead for aeons.
"Im not gonna hurt you big guy. Come on. Come on. Come here"

And to your amazement, the destroyer steps forward, one tiny cautious step after another, sniffing the air carefully and flicking its long tail back and forth, ears swiveling like mad. You cant help but smile as the warhorse sniffs your outstretched palm, velvety skin lipping at your hand in search of a treat.
"I don't have any apples but im sure we can get some where we're going eh?"

"What'n the bloody fuck was that?"
Comes Urhost's shocked voice as he leans against a pile of stripped corpses, his blood smeared forearms crossed across his chest.
"Did you just get a Moonie warhorse to come to you like a nervous fuck'n puppy?"

You can't help but laugh softly as you brush the beasts neck with your hand, smoothing away dirt and dust from the road, small snorts and huffs coming from the destrier as it leans forward, butting its head and neck toward you.
"I guess im just good with animals. Whats the matter? Never had a horse?"

Urhost crackles, scratching his beard as he shakes his head.
"No, to be honest, never did. Back when I was a young'n we had a few garrons and donkeys that we had stolen from the Moonies. But that? That is a damn fine piece of horseflesh."

>What say?

>>2683450
do we have any food to give it?

>>2683450
"There will be more. Anyone that stands in our way will be trampled under our beasts of war."

"Now find him some food."

>>2683450
"Horse is fine Urhost, but perhaps we can find some damn fine assflesh where we are going eh?"

>>2683450
he will be a good breeding stud for our horses be good for hit runs on the moonies having some cavalry

see if you can mount him then take him for a ride get him used to our weight

You slowly edge around to the beasts side, rubbing his neck and speaking softly and calmly as you do. Gripping the saddle you do the same thing you did with the larger horses back in the Warhounds and brace your foot in the stirrup, pulling yourself up and swinging a leg over the beasts back in one smooth movement.
"Be careful Magnus. He prob'ly ain't used to folks your size hopping on him"
Urhost warns, eying the size difference between yourself and the slain Knight. A difference of well over two hundred pounds.

As a credit to his species, the massive warhorse doesn't even stumble, adjusting quickly to your weight and snorting softly as it paws the earth, the smell of smoke and blood seeming to excite the beast. You grin cockily at Urhost's stunned expression, Arvel and Balon laughing like madmen in the background as you swing your shield around to your back, taking the reins in one hand.

"He seems plenty strong enough to me. This is a proper horse, not one of those little ponies the moonies *think* is a horse!"
You chuckle, taking the Destrier in a wide circle, the beast seeming to take pleasure in stomping the skull of one particular fallen knight into the muck.

>Horse Mounted Combat- You have an additional +10 chance to hit against non mounted enemies and your first hit (the charge) receives an additional damage die. Spear weapons receive +2DD on a charge.

>You have gained the Mounted Skill: Trample. You will have to acquire a Cavalry Expert to the Crags Retinue to learn more Mounted Skills.

>What do?

>>2683541
retrieve all our weapons we stuck in the ground
find something to feel the Goliath of a horse
Leave people to their looting and find Dagmar to proceed as planned.

>>2683561
>all of the above. supported.

>>2683650
Also give thanks to Vall and our Forest Spirit.

>>2683541
Go see Lionel. He's our mounted expert. You when said he was better mounted than on foot in one of our battles. Let's talk to him about learning to fight mounted

At your gesture, Arvel jogs over, grabbing your DarkSteel spear and the Storm blade, holding the heavy weapons with only slightly more effort than you do. Offering them to you hilt first, he peers good maturely at you, bumping the warhorse with a knuckle as it snorts at him.
"'ere ya go Magnus. Good job on tha' high born git. Finishin'im in th'mud like that? Serves'im right fer bein' a snotty cunt"
He laughs, his voice grinding like stone and rusted metal as he smacks your thigh hard enough to numb the flesh of a lesser man.

You laugh yourself, the brute of a raider being too good natured to remain stoic around him.
"Figured it had been a while since he'd fought on his feet. He was out of practice looks like"

Urhost snorts, wiping his nose with a thumb as he approaches, his face and arms streaked with blood
"Most Moonie knights aren't worth shit off'a their horses. Ya manage to get them down, odds are they don't get back up. That was damn impressive though."

Taking the reins and adjusting your weight in the saddle, you urge the horse forward, looking out across the ambush site. Already, some of the raiders are stripping down to their underclothes, pulling on the bloodstained and torn garments and mail of the slaughtered Crescent Hall guardsmen. Smearing blood and filth over the shields and tunics, hiding the worst of the rents in the mail behind the garb. The men are quickly becoming a passable imitation of the guards, albeit a badly depleted replica.

You call out to a nearby raider, reining back the massive horse and pointing with your free hand.
"You there? Where is Dagmar? We need to get on the move!"

The raider drops the dagger he was using to saw a finger finger off of a still moaning mans hand and stammers out
"He- hes that way Magnus! He's headed towards the town to make sure none of them got away!"

>"Fuck. ALRIGHT. EVERYINE MOVE OUT!"(Timeskip to attack)

>"We'll wait for him to get back" (go speak with a lieutenant)

>"None of them could be gotten away...." (Pursue)

>Other

>>2683742
>>"None of them could be gotten away...." (Pursue)
No news is good news my ass, it just means there weren't any survivors.

>>2683742
We should make sure he isnt getting himself hurt.

>>2683742
>"We'll wait for him to get back" (go speak with a lieutenant)
I'm still thinking we should talk to our former Moonie. Dagmar is probably slaughtering people and we don't want to start a fight with him yet

>>2683742
>"We'll wait for him to get back" (go speak with a lieutenant)
let him blow off some steam get the men ready for next stage of the plan

>>2683742
>"We'll wait for him to get back" (go speak with a lieutenant)
I agree with >>2683779

Y'all know he is arranging for us to fail and get killed right? He's going to pin the blame on us cos he is a whiny bitch

>>2683815
we were not in charge of the raid responsibility falls on him

>>2683815
>Thinking Magnus will fail
Come now

>We'll wait for them to get back

You scowl, spitting off of your new mount and causing the twitchy raider to jump back.
"Guess we're fucking waiting then aren't we? Get the dead piled up off the road, scavenge weapons and armor where you can and try to round up some of these horses. They'll be useful."

The raider looks from side to side, the painted symbols on his face decorated with beads of blood like jewels as he stares at you stupidly
"Me?"

You resist the urge to crush the idiots skull under your boot and spit out between your clenched teeth.
"No. Not you. Find someone smart enough to do what I said and tell THEM. NOW."

You shake your head in disappointment as the raider falls over himself to get away from you, his bloodied dagger clutched in his hands. If all Dagmars men are this stupid you would be surprised if any of them made it out tomorrow.

After dismounting and tying the destrier to a sturdy tree, stripping off the saddle and bridle, pulling the iron bit from between his jaws, you spend a moment patting the midnight black horse until he calms himself to the new sounds and scents around him. Leaving the horse along with a very detailed and gruesome warning should anybody bother him, you set out along the ambush site turned impromptu camp.

The provisions and supplies of the guards and Lancers are being used for a spur of the moment feast it seems, the men eating with the appetites of those who had risked death and won. Your own men eat more sedately, knowing their true test will be tomorrow in the battle for the town itself.

>Speak with your lieutenants. Lionel and Arvel have news for you.

>Speak with your men. Learn some gossip

>Eat in silence. You need to focus your mind.

>Other

>>2683868
>>2683868
>>Speak with your lieutenants. Lionel and Arvel have news for you.
I want to hear it.

>>2683868

>Speak with your lieutenants. Lionel and Arvel have news for you.
>Other

"Be on guard. I do not trust this."

>>2683868
>Speak with your lieutenants. Lionel and Arvel have news for you.

>>2683888
Agreed. Let's hear what they have to say but keep our eyes peeled

You make your way to the small campfire your more senior officers and lieutenants sit around, chewing mouthfuls of stew and bread, repairing armor and sharpening weapons.

Arvel and Balon animatedly discuss the finer points of the ambush with Torbos, the young archer having been with the Skirmishers for the majority. Arvel excitedly recounts the story of you barging through a wall of Moonie Spearmen, crushing bones with your very footsteps.

Wren is trimming the fetching on his arrows, sharpening their barbed heads with a small whetstone until the metal gleams silvery blue. Giving you a small nod, he returns to his work, dipping each finished arrowheads in a vial of some sticky black liquid. Falhim sits nearby, using a scrap of cloth to wipe the edges of a pair of long bladed daggers with a clear, viscous oil, being careful not to touch the edges with his bare fingers

Urhost sips a mug of watered down ale, staring into the fire as he idly rubs his thumb across the small figurine he was carving the night before. His face is creased in thought and he seems to be far away in his own mind.

Lionel runs a whetstone along a stolen saber, sharpening the curved blade to a razor sheen, his wide bladed spear having been replaced with a more accustomed leaf bladed one. A round shield with a dully pointed boss sits between his feet. He looks up to you, clears his throat before seeming to thinking better of it, returning to his task.

>Talk to Arvel, Balon and Torbos

>Talk to Wren

>Talk to Lionel

>Talk to Urhost

>Talk to Falhim

>>2684127
>Lionel and Arvel have news for you

>>2684127
Well uh, so what's that news?

>>2684147
>>2684150

Damnit anons im giving you plot hooks and dialogue options. Pick one to start with. If I do them all at once that would be wierd and limit player agency.

>>2684155
Fine daddy>>2684127
>>Talk to Arvel, Balon and Torbos

>>2684127
>>2684155
>Talk to Lionel
well then let's talk to lionel he's a moonie and he seems concerned so let's get his news first.

Maybe the news will be an explanation of how Dagmar's plan will fail and that prick will be out of our hair.

>>2684155
Aight aight.
Let's Start with Urhost first. He obviously has something on his mind the way he's thumbing his humanoid shaped figurine and staring off into the fire. Is he thinking about his kids and retirement?

>>2684127
>Talk to Arvel, Balon and Torbos

If we have time follow up with Lionel, then we need to rap with Urhost if he isint passed out drunk. The man has some ghosts that are haunting him.

>>2684170
>he's a moonie
Correction. He *WAS* a moonie.

>>2684165
ya best bet is to talk with Arvel and Balon, or Wren and Falhim given their close proximity to each other.

>>2684178
redirecting: lets speak with Urhost first.

>>2684165
>>2684178
>Talk to Arvel, Balon and Torbos
well shit i hardly knew that was an option.
How the fuck i missed Torbos...

>>2684127
>>Talk to Urhost

>Talk to Arvel, Balon and Torbos
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>Talk to Lionel
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>Talk to Urhost
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>>2684214
I guess I'll change to urhost.

>>2684127
>Talk to Urhost

We should also think about trading some of our excess weapons/trophies or giving them out as gifts to our lieutenants. This axe is probably magical so we keep it, maybe have it reforged along with the fuckhammer and storm blade to make Stormbreaker.

>>2684422
I like the way you think.

>>2684127
>Talk to Urhost
>Talk to Lionel
>Talk to Arvel

>>2684127
Talk to Urhost
Lone him the new axe we got if he use it well he can keep it
Use it well means kill a moon lord in the next town

>Talk to Urhost

Sitting down across from Urhost, you clear your throat loudly, snatching Urhost from his thoughts with a jerk.
"Whats that you have there?"
You ask, gesturing towards the figurine in his hands. The small, humanoid carving looks even smaller in the large mans hand as he idly brushes his thumb across it, unaware of the blood he smears across it.

Urhost coughs, blinking and looking away for a moment before returning his gaze to you and grinning ruefully
"This? Its... Its ah... Its me. Its not done yet, never been a good hand at whittlin' but...Its for the little ones. Back home with Hylla. Kolth and Dera, I know ya never met'em but im always tellin' em stories. Always trying to make sure they remember."

You extend your hand slightly, gesturing towards the small figurine.
"Let me take a look?"

Urhost nods, his bushy beard twitching as his mouth jerks into a smile for a second before handing over the small hardwood figurine. Turning it over in your hands, you can't help but disagree with Urhost. He's a exceptional woodcarver, the small figurine already a passable representation of him. Carved from some light but extremely hard wood, Urhost has chiseled and scraped, carved and chipped away the material until you can make out details of his habitual hide and chain armor, the half plate gauntlets already coming to life, the heavy bladed axe held crosswise across the torso slowly taking shape as more of Urhost's self sculpture is revealed. The small statue already has Urhost's trademark scowl across its half finished face.

"Its good work."
You gingerly hand back the figurine, Urhost gratefully accepting both it and the compliment with a pleased nod.

"Thanks Magnus. I just want the lil ones to have something to remember me by if I do something stupid and get myself skewered like my da"
Urhost laughs darkly, rubbing the figurine with his thumb, working the blood into the material. Its intentional, you realize, using the blood and grime to stain the wood a darker color, to etch the trade of their father into a keepsake for his children.

>What say

>>2684777
>"Maybe you'll last a little bit longer with a better weapon." Hand him the new axe and say, "Give that a try and let's see if you're worthy of it."

>>2684777
support this >>2684781

>>2684781

>>2684781
Yey

>>2684781
supported.
also
"...and Urhost. You got a gift besides violence and being ugly as fuck. Maybe after this its time to try your hand at that trade, be around the crag more? I could cut you in on more of the loot for this one. What say you?"

>>2684777
>"Maybe you'll last a little bit longer with a better weapon." Hand him the new axe and say, "Give that a try and let's see if you're worthy of it."

While we wait, what's our current short term goal outside of this raid?

>>2684951
Build strength, both personally and in the clan, and prepare for leading the other clans in glorious war against the mooncunts.

>>2685004
You should join our discord

>>2684951
Also get booez and cookie stuff for the war pups and woman bacl home

>>2685145
Bring back a woman for each war pup. Sounds like the perfect graduation ceremony. Alcohol and sex, wouldn't have it any other way.

>>2685360
Na na tose pups gota earn there own womans the booze we will get them

>Sorry for the absence, had to run to the grannies house and work on some things. Just got home.
>Gift axe to Urhost
>Writing

You regard Urhost silently for a moment, considering how to respond to the veteran warriors thoughts. Finally, nodding to yourself, you undo the straps holding your newly acquired greataxe. Standing, you extend the weapon to Urhost, nodding as he blinks in shock
"Maybe you'll last a little bit longer with a better weapon."

Handing him the new axe you sit heavily and chuckle, gesturing towards the weapon as Urhost runs a thumb across the edge, testing the razor sharpness of the steel with an appreciative grunt
"Give that a try and let's see if you don't prove yourself worthy of greater things"

Urhost barks out his coarse, rough laughter as he nods, placing the axe across his knees as he inclines his head for a moment, patting the ironbound shaft as he speaks.
"Thank ya Magnus. Thank ya greatly. This... This is a fine weapon an' im honored by your gift. I promise to ya, ill repay it ten times over 'fore I go"

>Urhost relation increased

>Speak with Arvel, Balon and Torbos

>Speak with Falhim

>Speak with Lionel

>Speak with Wren

>Get some rest

>other

>>2685475
>>Speak with Arvel, Balon and Torbos
This nigga had news.

>>2685475
>"Don't go before you do, then." Pat him on the back, maybe give a loving headbutt, then go to Arvel/Balon/Torbos.

>>2685475
>>Speak with Lionel

>>2685475
>>2685494
Supported
>Speak with Lionel
he has something to say. The trio has only praise. Magnus knows how good he is.

>>2685506
Arvel also has news for magnus

>>2685475
>Speak with Arvel, Balon and Torbos

>>2685475
Speak with Lionel

>>2685494
No homo

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You guys ever wonder what Magnus will be like in around a decade from now when he's a father?

>>2685605
Magnus is probably going to be the type of dad he needs to be.

The world Magnus lives in is exceedingly brutal and harsh, with danger around every corner. Life in a tribal society is simple but demanding. Being a load on the group will result in ostracism and being an ass or a weakling will result in shunning and possibly expulsion from the tribe with nowhere else to go.

Magnus will probably love his children but first and foremost he will mold them into the people they NEED to be in order to survive and become successful in the world.

Hopefully he doesn't become a disappointed father but the nature childrearing is that you can try your best and do the right thing and be a good role model, but if your kid decides to be a moron and fuck up or not fix their mistakes then there's nothing you can do, and that's the most bitter part about being a parent.

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>>2685011
>discord

>>2685475
>>Speak with Arvel, Balon and Torbos

>Speak with the 3 stories
And
>Speak with Lionel

Are all tied up. Can I get a tiebreaker?

>>2685692
sure
Lionel

Leaving Urhost to admire his new axe and whittle on his memento for his toddlers, you fix your gaze on Lionel, waving him over with a tired gesture.
"Lionel? Something on your mind?"

The blonde spearman nods, sheathing his freshly looted saber and rising, making his way over to sit near to you. You notice that he has already improved his own armor with hardened leather bracers, covered with mail along with a shirt of mail underneath his hide armor, cinched tightly to prevent any clinking. Tossing back hair sticky with clots of blood, Lionel takes a swig of his waterskin before leaning forward, his elbows on his knees as he gestures around to the piled bodies of the slaughtered guards and Lancers.
"Glad you asked Magnus. These uh... These men? They're Lord Thylos's men. He's one of Lord Tessare's bannermen. Now I couldn't tell you a lot about the Wyrm himself but Lord Thylos is a name I know well."

You chew your cheek as you focus on Lionel with rapt attention.
"Go on..."

Lionel clears his throat, suddenly looking a bit lost for words.
"Well... What do you want to know first?"

>His military strength. How many men could he muster?

>His wealth. What do his lands produce?

>The man himself. What can you tell me about this Lord.

>Other (Write in)

>>2685774
>>His military strength. How many men could he muster?
>>His wealth. What do his lands produce?
>>The man himself. What can you tell me about this Lord.

>>2685774

>The man himself. What can you tell me about this Lord.

>>2685774
Did Lionel get a gryphon or was he not there to get one?

>>2685774
>The man himself. What can you tell me about this Lord.

>>2685774
>The man himself. What can you tell me about this Lord.

>>2685786
He didn't get one.

>>2685774
First thing first. Military strength. We are going to run into the troops before anything

>>2685799
He didn't? Hmmm.
Was he a Lancer before joining us?

>>2685808
We took him and Balon as "prisoners" in an early raid. We allowed them to earn a place as warriors. So, if I remember right they went on the chicken hunt but they were still in their trial period

>>2685816
I checked the google docs info on him and Balon. They we're ex-moonies! and he used to be a Lancer! and we just so happen to have a heroic mount!
Are you understanding where I'm going here?

I'm not saying we give it to him now, but offer the horse as a potential mount and companion if he can prove himself further to us and DarkSky.

>>2685808
>>2685816
Nope my mistake. They didn't go on the birb hunt. They were taken on the next hunt for the Batman.

>>2685823
I pointed out Lionel when we got the horse and

Like the horse will be a goal for him to work for to aspire to greater heights and kill moah moonies and lame tribals. When we're done asking him all the questions, what say you we introduce him to the horse and see where things go from there?

>>2685827
oh?

>>2685823
But QM said there was no riding expert to learn from. Lionel could be that expert but we need to engage him in it

>>2683731
>>2685829

>>2685829
I like the idea. Like if we can build a stable of horses, Lionel could be our calvary lieutenant.

>>2685832
I see it now. cool.

>>2685830
So Lionel is the only riding expert in the crag. that's cool. we can ask him while we're here. beyond normal mount stuff I don't think he can help us with the gryphons.

>>2685839
>calvary lieutenant
Lil' nigs already moving up in the crag. After the raid, if we can keep our men from eating the horses and have DarkSky breed all the mares, we'll soon have some mighty mounts in a few years.

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>The Man himself.
>His military strength
>His wealth.

"Well for starters, what can you tell me about the man himself? This, Lord Thylos?"
You ask, clapping your hands together and leaning back against your pack, raising a brow as Lionel nods and racks his brain.

"Ah. Right then. Well Lord Thylos is, as most of the Wyrms underlings are, exceptionally greedy and arrogant. The castle at Deepwater crossing, its just called The Bridge, he rarely ever leaves, just charges expensive ass tolls to cross it. He's a gilded cunt, thinks himself a far greater warrior than he is but he's a coward from what I've heard. He may have been a capable warrior in his younger days but now he relies on his 'knights' and his dimwit sons to do his fighting for him."
Lionel is silent for a moment and you can't help but smirk. It seems that cowardice and inflated sense of skill are a plague in the Moon Lords. You'll have to do something about his sons however should you meet them on the field.

You nod, scratching your beard and pulling free a tangle of hair as you wave your free hand, eying Lionel.
"His men? His soldiers? What of them?"

Lionel thinks for a moment, rubbing his neck and chewing his lip.
"The towns of Crescent Hall and HighHome are his, they supply men and crops along with what iron they mine from the hills and cliffs. The villages and farms scattered throughout his lands supply a steady stream of warm bodies for the levies, his tithes to Lord Caius and his standing men at arms. Id say maybe three hundred and fifty, four hundred half trained spearmen, a few companies of archers, mainly farmers with bows. Maybe, on the high end, maybe two hundred competent soldiers. Mainly armored doormen, halberds, glaives, crossbows, what have you"

You can't help but scowl as you come to the conclusion that no matter how hard you fought, you couldn't hope to fight even a "small" force such as that. You'd need the backing of the entire Clan behind you. Your eyes gleam as you recall a choice of words.
"You called him a gilded cunt... This twat is rich eh?"

Lionel laughs darkly, nodding as he spits onto the soil
"Aye. He's got rich the same way lots of other twats did. By fucking the poor straight in the ass and then charging em for their time. He's got two of the most profitable silver mines outside the Hollow Peak and let me say its no secret that the loads coming out are a bit light"

>Lord Thylos has multiple sons and cousins in his retinue
>Lord Thylos is a poor warrior
>Lord Thylos commands 4 units of Levy Spearmen, 2 units of Levy Longbowmen and 2 units of Men-at-arms
>Lord Thylos embezzles quite a bit of silver from his mines.

>What say?
>Ask Lionel to become Cavalry Trainer Y/N

>>2685894
>N
No, he's not a teacher, and he wasn't even all that great at Calvary. We need him focusing on his job.

>>2685897
He actually was a good Lancer, he just had a issue with his commanding officer. An issue which resulted in that man taking eight inches of sharp steel behind his ear.

>>2685900
See, good. But we don't get trained by the goooood we kill the gooooooood. We're taught by the great and best.

>>2685900
Didn't we just kill Lord Thylos, or did we just kill the lesser cousin?

>What say?
His mines interest me. Do the moonies use magical silvered weapons? They're pretty vain so I'd imagine they do. We should totally steal shipments of silver, or cave in their mines.

>Ask Lionel to become Cavalry Trainer Y/N
>Y
Heck yeah.

>>2685902
Not everyone is born to be an instant badass. Lionel boyo will learn how to be a trainers and a Calvary leader of the Crag, or die trying.

>>2685902
>He isn't a cavalry move trainer (the one that would allow you to learn mounted moves) if you promote or assign him to cavalry trainer, he will allow the Crag Wolves to begin fielding mounted units.

>>2685907
Is a waste of his time.
>>2685910
We should kidnap someone that can do that.

>>2685907
You killed the guard captain of Crescent hall, one of his cousins. A Lordling.

>>2685894
Ask Lionel to become cavalry trainer, let him know we appreciate his information, make a joke about how the fact that Thylos is stealing is good for us when we eventually kick his door in and take it all.

>>2685912
Isn't that the opposite? It's like >>2683731 said. He's a better cavalry guy than a ground fighter. Far from it to have the guy who specializes on horseback fighting to do anything but and let his skills be squandered.
Why do you think it would be a waste of his time as opposed to whatever else he could be doing with it?

>>2685922
He's one of our raiders, if he's training others, he's, in fact, not training himself.

>>2685929
Why can't he train himself and others? Wouldn't having a group of trained cavalry fighters out weight the benefit of a single trained groundsman?

>>2685938
Probably, but we actually like any proper mounts outside of the few horses we've captured, which, we're also going to struggle to bring back home.

>>2685941
Which is why we get Lionel to break in any wild or new born mounts and train people to ride them. It's not like trainers are a dime a dozen. Sure, I bet there's a surf somewhere in the crag to care and train for the animals, but the can't train a man to ride them for war.

>>2685941
>struggle to bring back home.
but haven't we used pack animals to carry our dank loot all the way to the crag? I'm not seeing an issue here besides building or excavating a stable area for the animals, which is something we could probably get commissioned or requested to be build.

>>2685894
>Ask Lionel to become Cavalry Trainer <Y>

>>2685952
Actually, as far as i know, we've been hand carrying them.

>>2685960
In the first two raids, donkeys,mules, horses, ponies, even large sheep and dogs were burdened down with loot. The Crag isn't just a mountainous natural fortress, there is a small valley behind it that is used as farmland and grazing for the herds of the Crag Wolves animals.

>>2685894
>Y

>>2685907
>Ask Lionel to become Cavalry Trainer Y/N
Y
If we can get a trained light cavalry force to harass enemies, we could use them for mongol shit. Feigned retreats, luring charging enemy cavalry into ambushes, chasing down enemies, and capturing more fleeing villagers as thralls and potential recruits. Obviously that’s a long way off, but having a trained cavalry archer force or combination lancer/archer cavalry like sipahi would give us more options. Plus the best of them could be candidates for our future monstrous cavalry force for when we capture more baby griffins and griffin eggs.

>>2685894
fuck yeah cav trainer.

>>2685894
>Ask Lionel to be cav trainer (Y)

Even if cavalry isn't our primary strength, there is literally no downside to having the option of a mounted unit. If Lionel continues to prove himself reliable, I'd say we establish a detached mounted unit and let him lead it under our loose command.

>>2686189
>loose command
It's bold as he is still new to the crag. Maybe we can test his loyalty.

>>2686189
It's a little too soon for that, but it's something to consider in the far future.

>>2685894
We might not be able to take him on in that home of his but if we start hitting his mines im sure itl bring him out even if it takes a few raids will still get rich

You laugh, rubbing your chin as you imagine the hoarded piles of silver and other wineries that must fill the vaults of Lord Thylos, let alone those of Lord Mari Tessare. Pure black hatred wells up in your heart like bile as you think of the man, of the two years you had been prisoner in his mines until you had been set free by Throth himself, a raid on the iron mines delivering you to your chance at vengeance. Forcing down the burning fury, you turn your thoughts to what could be done with wealth of that caliber.
"Its good to know that he's keeping that silver safe for us. Id hate for something to happen to it before we kick his door down, put his pinched little head on a pike and take it for our own"

Both you and Lionel both laugh heartily, the ex-Lancer clapping his hands together and making to stand, stopping as you reach out.
"Lionel, hold on a second. Ive got a job for you if you want it"

Lionel sits back down, eying you curiously, Urhost and Wren watching the conversation carefully.
"Of course Magnus. What do you need?"

You gesture towards the tethered horses captured from the fallen lancers, some of your men gathered around them curiously, brushing their coats and attempting to soothe the agitated animals.
"You were a Lancer before i picked you up in Rhya's hill right? Ive seen you with a spear and you're damn good. Wren has seen you with a bow and he's the best judge of that kind of talent i know. My men know how to fight as well as damn near anyone in these mountains but only on foot. Do you think you could help them figure out how to fight from a horse?"

Lionel chews his cheek, blinking in shock before narrowing his eyes, focusing on the horses and the men around them. Riding a horse and fighting from horseback, with bow and lance and sword, are two entirely different things but...
"It wont be easy. I doubt any of these men have ridden anything for longer than they could hold onto it but I believe with time and some help, aye I could do it."

>Lionel will begin training Mounted Units at the Crag. You will have to have both a supply (1 Herd) of horses and at least 1 (one) unit of Raiders or Skirmishers. As of now, you have 1 Herd of Horses and 1 unit each of Raiders and Skirmishers.
>Unit unlocked: Raider Horsemen
>Unit Unlocked: Mounted Skirmishers

>Speak to Arvel, Balon and Torbos

>Speak to Falhim

>Speak to Wren

>Get some rest. It's getting late

>>2686520
>Speak to Arvel, Balon and Torbos

>>2686520
I know you'll do fine in whipping some of the men into shape Lionel
>Speak to Arvel, Balon and Torbos

>>2686520
>>Speak to Arvel, Balon and Torbos

>>2686520
>Speak to Arvel, Balon and Torbos

>>2686562
>>2686534
>>2686564
>>2686571
We need to do this but I feel like we should talk to Wren and Urhost about what just transpired. We should always keep our lieutenants in the loop especially since they were watching.

>>2686520
>Arvel, Balon, Torbos

>>2686520

>Get some rest. It's getting late

>>2686520
>Speak to Wren
>Speak to Falhim

I doubt they have overly much to say, but their blade coatings are of use.

>>2686520
>Tell Wren and Urhost about our decision with Lionel, then go to see Arvel, Balon, and Torbos.

Wren’s skirmishers might be a good mounted unit. If I remember correctly (at work otherwise I’d fact check myself) Wren was familiar with horses and riding. And the whole mongol archer-cavalry idea >>2686118 mentioned is brilliant.

I like the idea of Magnus leading the raiders on horseback with our new horse but I think the light arched cavalry would be more useful for now.

And the idea of Magnus ranging alone through enemy formations, mounted on our new warhorse with our growing griffon, seeking our and slaughtering enemy champions is pretty bad assed.

>>2686520
>Speak to Arvel, Balon and Torbos

>Sorry for being so sluggish, its been a hectic day.
>Speak with Balon, Arvel and Lionel

Rising from your seat, you stride past Lionel, patting him heavily on the back as you pass. He grunts as the weighty blow drives the breath from his lungs, Urhost snorting in laughter.

Arvel and Balon sit across from a smaller campfire, roasting what looks to be chunks of horse on skewers, the unlucky beast falling on the battlefield. Torbos turns the skewers, laughing at the story as Arvel gnaws a greasy, bloody chunk between his jagged teeth as Balon recounts a tale of some battle back in the Legion.
"So there'e was, big fuck'n Wil'born bast'rd. Horns on'im longer than me prick and nearly as big aroun'! 'alf me squads dead or run't away, screamin' like lil girls. This ugly bast'rd finishes rippin' the corp'rals head off'n turns t'me. 'Es got a hammer heavier'n I am an' hes holdin' that bleedin' head like y'would a egg an' all I got is me Halberd, fer all its worth, fucker'd already taken a dozen of 'em. 'E pounds his chest, the big'uns barely wear any armor, an' charges me, ground shakin' like a cavalry charge"

Arvel swallows the greasy mouthful of half cooked horse and chokes out
"An' then what? You ain't gonna tell me ya fought that fucker on yer own!"

Torbos, wide eyed, nods in agreement
"He's got a point Balon, how DID you survive fighting one of those monsters? Ive heard that the Wildfolk Old Bloods can get up to twelve feet tall"

Balon smirks, his broken and cracked teeth showing in the firelight as he bites into a hunk of meat, grease dripping down his scarred chin.
"Aye. I di'nt have'ta do a thing. Legion Artill'ry Corp did most'a the work fer me. I just heard th'whistle an' hit the dirt. Dumb fuck ran straight int'a shot from a scorpion! Ran'im clean through. I took m'time, let'im bleed a lil and then put the spike on my halberd through'is fuckin' eye"

Arvel crackles out his hoarse, barking laughter, slapping his knees and punching Torbos in the arm so hard the younger warrior nearly falls off his log.

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>>2687448
>>Other
MORE MEAD

>>2687448
>>Ask a question of (who)
Ask Balon if he took a prize off the Wildborn. Surely those horns would fetch a few coins

>>2687448
>>Continue listening

>>2687502
Yeah. If he found a vain Lord he could have peddled those off for some good silver or gold coinage.

>>2687448
>Continue listening
This IA a pretty good story. At the end I want to ask about this scorpion siege engine.

>>2687448
>Continue listening

>>2687563
We should get one

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>>2687586

>>2687586
Even better is we need a siege engineer. Someone to build the machines

>>2687606
The only one in the Crag I think could possibly make one would be the blacksmith, but that's sort of iffy. Plus that would take up his time to make and forge other items. Perhaps if we're lucky, on the raid we can capture some inventors and carpenters from some guilds. They might be able to make us something. If not we can steal some from a fort.

>>2687600
>>2687606
Fuck it just make it a bit smaller and strap it onto us

>>2687600
Or we could give it to our gaint friend and he can use it like a bow

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>>2687678
Why not just find a cannon and strap it to Magnus's arm?

>>2687448
>>Continue listening

>Continue listening

Wiping tears of mirth from his eyes with a grease slickened finger, Arvel cackles madly, chunks of half chewed meat flying from his mouth to sizzle and smoke in the fire as he leans forward, waving his gnawed and singed skewer like a baton
"Ahahahaha!!! That's a good'n! That's a good'n! Them Wildfolk're tough fuckers, as mean as they're ugly. But ya didn't Kill'im yerself did ya? Now listen'ere an'slow ill tell ya how a REAL warrior kills something"

Torbos excitedly leans forward, listening intently as Balon scoffs dismissively, spitting a hunk of gristle into the coals as Arvel clears his throat
"Years ago, when I was a smaller an' prettier man, I was raidin' a Sky Watchers village under Turth Red-Eye when 'e was still livin'. Huts're burnin' left an' right, folks fightin' an' dyin', those damn eagles o'theirs snatchin' men up an' droppin'em from so high up they *splashed* when they hit."

Balon coughs, wiping grease from his mouth as he speaks around a mouthful of meat
"The Sky Watchers? Those bloody cunts kill't so damn many of us with their bows th'Legion made our damn shields thicker! Not to fuck'n mention those giant ass eagles... First time I saw one, thought it were a damn dragon! Grabbed a man right off th'walls an' was gone. Only thing left were his boots"

Arvel nods sagely, rolling up a sleeve to reveal a long, purple puckered scar that have diagonally across his right arm.
"One'a the feathery fuckers grabbed ME! Big black eyed bastard, wingspan near fourth feet. Grabbed me an' me mate Kargas, started carrying us up. 'Ventually we were s'damn high, the village looked like a ants nest. Thats when it let go. Kargas fell, screamin' th'whole way down. I dug my knife into its leg an' held on. It kept flyin' an' I kept climbin', diggin' in an' grabbin' handfuls'o feathers. 'Ventually I got up to its back. Now, I dunno what crazy cunt is in charge o'those fuckers but they've got stones cause there was a lass didn't on the beasties back! In a fuck'n saddle! Real pretty thing, tattoos on her face an' arms, scarred up nice an' fierce, tits like ripe melons."

"How come I haven't seen'er around then? Woman like that, fierce an' strong, thought you'da took her for wife or slave or whatever ya call it"
Balon cuts in, his eyes glittering lecherously as he imagines the warrior woman.

Arvel laughs darkly, waving his hand dismissively
"I thought about it fer a hot second until she started screechin' an' slashin' at me wit' her dagger. So I took me knife, buried it to th'hilt in'er skull an' threw her off."

"But weren't you so far up in the air that you could barely see the ground?"
Asks Torbos, leaning in and drinking in every word
"How did you survive, Arvel?"

>Cont

>>2688050
The scarred brute cackles out his usual mad laughter and pantomimes grabbing a pair of reins.
"I took hold'o the harness she was usin' to steer the beastie. I weren't tied in like she was so divin' was outta the question. So I steered the big fucker as close t'the mountainside as I could, drive me hatchet into the base'o its skull an' jumped. Snow is softer an' harder than it looks, by the way. Broke me arm in two places an' three ribs but I walked meself back to the camp we were usin' an' slept for three days. Woke up when they started buryin' me. Fuckers thought I was dead!"

All three of the warriors burst in laughter at the mental image of a bloodied and mangled Arvel beating his would be gravediggers with his bare hands. Even you can't help but crack a grin at the half-mad raiders story

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>>2688056
>Other
Go check on our other two dudes. See what they think of Dagmar and his crew, also fill us in on that black and clear stuff.

>>2688056

>get some sleep

>>2688077

>>2688056
>>get some sleep

>>2688056
There's still Wren and Falhim to talk to.

Does anyone know any good stories fro Magnus' past?

>>2688144
When we fought a female paladin of Nyx and banged it in her demon form.

>>2688158
...hit me up with the old thread so I can read it

>>2688159
Sadly, the story being true was not part of the criteria.

>>2688077
Wren and Falhim were tipping their arrows and spear with BlackBlood Oil (Potent Neurotoxin) and Weeping Wounds (Anticoagulant)

>>2688204
yeah. we need to speak with them about that, could be a useful thing, and I'm not above shitty tricks.

>>2688056
Arvel still has something to tell us, let’s find out what that is

>>2688637
Bet it will be pull my finger

>Get some sleep

Bidding your companions a good night, you pull your bedroll from your pack and unroll it against a log, using your pack as a pillow. Throwing a arm over your face to block out the flickering firelight, you quickly fall into a deep slumber. It seems as if Vall and Cameera both know you need rest as they thankfully leave your dreams be.

Instead you are treated to the half remembered flashes of a life long ago. The smell of straw and woodsmoke, the sounds of chickens clucking obliviously, the lazy moo's of a well fed cow as Father went out with the milk bucket. Mother's smile, warm like the sun as she ladled leftover stew into a clay bowl, her mouth moving but the words long forgotten, only the faintest memory of a voice, soft and sweet like birdsong. Her eyes don't match her tone however, worried and tense. Something is bothering her. Something is scaring her...

You wake as the camp begins rousing itself, Dagmar striding through the rabble of tents and bedrolls, his cronies kicking men awake, shouting and shoving. The man himself steps atop a stump and cups his hands around his mouth, his leather and chain armor covered by a torn and bloodstained guards tunic.
"Up and at'em you lazy cunts! Too tired to fuck some moon sluts?! Waaaake UP!!"
He roars, smashing a metal pot with the back of a hatchet, laughing madly

Arvel rolls over, throwing a horse rib in the tattooed raiders general direction, grumbling to himself as he wipes grease and drool from his lips
"Fuckin' cunt... Was havin' a good dream..."

Wren unveils from his crosslegged seat by the fire, a clay mug of herbal tea in his hands. Taking one last sip of the steaming liquid he hands it to the grousing raider, chuckling to himself.
"Here big guy. Tastes like a trolls ass but it'll wake you up"

Urhost pulls on his chain and hide armor, rolling his massive shoulders to seat the material against his skin, grinning firefly
"How much troll ass you been tastin' Wren?"

The mutilated Scout shrugs nonchalantly, pulling his mask back up to his eyes.
"You eat what you have to when you're on a long watch Urhost. I know for a fact you ate a Ogres big toe on a bet so don't act high and mighty"

Balon and Falhim both laugh heartily, stuffing their belongings back into their packs and rising to their feet. Their crackles renew as Arvel takes a hesitant sip of of the tea, his face taking a noticeable green tinge as he winces, coughing and sputtering.
"What th'bloody fuck ya put in this shit Wren?!"

>Cont

>>2689979
>Cont

Wren scratches his head, making a show of ticking off ingredients on his fingers before shrugging
"Ehh....dont worry about it. Most of its not even hurt you... At least in small doses..."

Within minutes, the War party is ready to move, the camouflaged raiders at the front of the group, feigning injury with bandages and bloody clothing. Dagmar rides at the head of the group on a stolen horse, bloodied bandages wrapped about his arm and thigh.

>Speak with a lieutenant

>Speak with one of Dagmars men

>March in silence

>Other

>>2689981
>Speak with one of Dagmars men
Where'd they go last night?

>>2689981
>>Speak with one of Dagmars men

>>2689981
>>Speak with one of Dagmars men

>>2689981
>March in silence

>Speak with one of Dagmars men

>Speak with Meier (Sniper)

>attempt to Speak with Ryk (Tongueless Berserker Raider)

>Speak with Liug (Dagmars Crony)

>Speak with Nolkus (Dagmars Crony)

>>2690097
>>Speak with Meier (Sniper)

Best bet I should think.

>>2690097
>Speak with Meier (Sniper)

>>2690097
>>Speak with Meier (Sniper)

>>2690097
>>Speak with Meier (Sniper)
dude seems the most arrogant, but also least secure. We can probably get real information from him.

>Speak with Meier.

You quickly belt off orders to Urhost and Wren, the pair of seasoned warriors wasting no time in getting your men on the march. Campfires are doused and boots hit the road, your men organised into a nearly neat column that makes steady time along the roadway.

Making your way ahead, you quickly spot the redheaded crossbow wielding Skirmisher that normally has his nose planted up Dagmars ass. Meier is swaggering along the trail, his oversized crossbow unslung and held across his body as he jokes with some underling about the way a Lancer had begged for his life after taking a bolt through the belly. His story halts on his lips as he notices you pushing along the ragged band of Dagmars men toward him, the sniper sneering, his eyes glittering with malice as he turns his head to face you fully.
"What do YOU want? Forget where we're headed so soon? Thats what happens when you focus on stealing glory instead of following your betters"

>What say?

>>2690483
"Oh, I was following my betters, Barbados taught me well."
I have no idea what we want to say, but you better add that quip.

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>>2690489
Ah I forgot that Magnus was trained in the finest arts of weaponized limbo by the Slim himself

>>2690497
Alright, Barnabas.

>"That fuckin' troll-son made me look a fool and a coward. Insulting me in front of my men?! Taking MY glory? Killing the commander he KNEW was mine?! What next? He'll claim the glory for the attack on the town?! I won't have it. I wont FUCKIN' HAVE IT!!! He's got Throth's, hes got old Barbas eating out of his hand, Hes got the shaman looking after him like a sick pup!"
Seriously guys. If this fucking twig has a problem with Magnus and the way he dishes out the pain, then he should say it to our face. Not winge and wine about it in the back seat. Grow some backbone ya pansy.

>>2690483
Let's shoot the shit with him. Hows a little man like him going to use a large crossbow like that?

>>2690489
>>2690519
^This

>>2690502
The old trainer's name is Barbas.

>>2690497
>weaponized limbo
That sounds like in order to do that you would limbo bend while rushing past and hacking people's legs off unless they limbo bend in response to dodge.

>>2690602
Sorry bamby.

>>2690483
Say something like, “I would’ve followed the lot of you but it’s so easy to lose you short men in the press of battle. Especially when you run off afterwards... speaking of which. Where did you run off to?”

You fix the smaller man with a cold stare, suppressing the desire to rip off his bottom jaw and shove it down whats left of his throat. You stare so intently that the cocky smile fades from his face. The arrogant sniper seems ready to fire off some foul natured jab when you force a friendly smile to your face, chuckling darkly.
"Oh I was following my betters. Barbas taught me well. I was first into the thickest fighting, seeking to cut the head from the serpent. Funnily enough, I didn't see you there"
Your smile has all the warmth and kindness of a frozen river, frigid death waiting just below a flimsy crust.

Meier sputters, a flush creeping up his neck as his men mutter, several snickering as the sniper wipes his nose with the back of his hand
"I was following orders. Shooting down the moonie fucks as they tried to ride away, not stomping through a bunch of half trained peasants like that makes me a hero"

Ignoring the attempted jab, you gesture towards the oversized crossbow cradled like a child in Meiers hands, the weapon adorned with careful engravings and etchings. The wood of the stock and butt braced with strips of iron, the arms of the crossbow made from layered horn and iron strips, the string a single braided strand of oiled cord. The weapon looks immensely powerful, capable of devastating penetration, if incredibly slow to fire.
"You were feathering the moon cunts eh? What do you get out of that thing? Two shots a minute? Maybe?"

Meier scoffs, patting the crossbow proudly and running a hand along the well polished stock
"I can get four shots a minute if I don't aim for the eyes. HeartPiercer here can punch a bolt through one man and the fucker behind him from three hundred paces. I was knocking those fucks off their horses and nailing their asses to the ground at a full gallop. Not even that scarred up freak of yours can shoot like me"

>What say, hes shit talking yo' boi!

>>2690746
"Yeah, Wren's more about stealth and moving around. But I don't think it's a fair comparison. Your nose is so long you probably use it for aiming, but thinking about it. I noticed a whole bunch of Draggar's men fuckin' full of arrows like pin cushions. Was that you're aiming or taken a day off?"

>>2690746
Four shots a minute? That's a shot every fifteen second. If you can shoot down moonies as fast as you pop your top / pop your cherry / blow your load (i'm not sure which is more appropriate) then you really are one hell of a sniper.

>>2690772
Ditto but also lift him by the scruff of his neck to put him on our massive level

>>2690801
Why though? Seems a tad bit needless.

>>2690746
So serious business here. What do you do on the chance someone get close to you. Got a smaller hand crossbow on you? A composite bow? Sword n dagger? You run away and let someone else deal with the problem?

>>2690772
"But Forget women, I bet your panties get wadded whenever your dear great leader gets hurt whenever someone takes away his easy shots. Who gets to come first, you or Draggan?"

>>2690746
"Arvel! This pipsqueak called you a freak."

And yes I know he's talking about Wren but we should let Arvel rip his limbs off

>>2690942
Oh no. I know we don't like Dagmar and his possey, but they're Crag wolves too right?

>>2690746
"He knows what he is. Which is more than I can say for Ryk. Though that whore's son moves fast enough I don't think you could ever nail him down."

Lets try to get him talking shit about dagmars other men. See what he knows. We just keep him talking, feed him mild challenges to get him to boast, and then a tiny nod of acknowledgement. The man is a sycophant. Conclude the conversation that if his current band is so great, why hasn't he achieved greatness? Is he being held back? Out of indifference...fear...disrespect?

>>2690746
>Magnus looks at the wee little crooked nose ginger holding a crossbow 3 pecker sizes too large for him. Magnus takes takes one of his fingers and pops it against a joint with a crack like the snapping of a bow
"Dagmar, Dagmar. Dagmar. Let me ask ya, you little git? Are you so cunt dicked that whenever Dagnar gets his panties in a bundle that it crawls up your own cheeks? When you're doing your little pep talks with him, do you kiss him front to back or offer yourself to his behind?"
>Magnus says with a big grin on his face, wanting smack the man silly. He grabs the little 'un by the arms and holds him up
"You ever wonder why my lieutenant has scars all over his face?"
>He spits past the gingers head, whatever Magnus had to eat the morning becoming all to apparent in the man's nostrils
"It's because he knows what having a man next to his face look like. And it comes a lot faster than this."
>He drops the poor sniper onto the ground letting him collapse onto himself should he fail to balance
"So what, you get your kicks from hitting these raids in their sleep? Nice and safe behind your little cover with your big man's cross bow? It seemed to be a little good when I see Dagnar's men covered in blood and arrows, and Vaal's hot balls be damned if one of those lancers even smelled you shittin' yourself. I took on 7 on them without even being nicked. You on the other hand, have a nose longer than your pecker, and balls smaller than your wit. If Dagnar spent as much time training his troops as he does smacking his knackers, maybe something you could say might be worth it."

I'm not liking where any of this is all leading so I'll just check out what happens in the morning. Good luck you shit talkers. Try to not make your desire of betraying Dagmar obvious.

>>2691271
This

;-;

>>2691290
>>2691271
Nyooon~ (>-_-<)

>>2691253
Supporting

>>2691253
While liking this, it doesn't actually seam reasonable to respond to some basically saying that "they're a good shot."
>>2691139
I'm going to change to this.

>>2690746
>"Is that so? Have you told him that?"

>>2691139
Supporting this but maybe give wren a little more credit.

>>2691271
Agreed

>>2691139
I'll back that. Honestly, most of you are terrible at talking shit, and I don't think it's going to achieve a whole lot anyways

>>2691271
I’m not sure where the desire to betray Dagmar is even coming from... like yes he’s not a good guy, he’s a whiny asshole and all that. Throth asked us to be here and watch his back, plus he’s a fellow Crag Wolf, that means something. Magnus was a mercenary before he was a crag Wolf, he’d understand that you don’t have to like everyone you work with but you have to work with them. I’m all for showing that we’re the superior warband but bickering like children is beneath us.

>>2691271
Supporting. We don’t even have to betray Dagmar, just be there to cleanup whatever’s left of the moonies after Dagmar gets himself and his men killed trying to out glory Magnus, a literal tank who is tough, armored and has lifesteal.

>>2691840
Well, him sneaking off and being pissy has folks riled up I guess, I'd agree that we shouldn't actively be trying to betray him though.

>>2691840
Exactly

>>2691877
What was wrong with him leaving to make sure none of the knights escaped?

>>2691840
the big thing is this; there is no intent to betray dagmar, but he has every intent to view us as a rival and threat. He will attempt to "put us in our place" or kill us, because the dude has designs on leadership of the crag wolves. read between the lines on what you've seen so far. When we stole his glory, we took something from him. This mission is not just a normal one, its an upscaled version of Barbas's training pits. You see what comes out and judge it's character accordingly.

The end goal would be to subjugate Dagmar by breaking him down so he doesn't try anything funny, but before this run is over, I am sure we are going to have to watch out for a knife in our back.

You clench your fist at the insult to your lieutenant but don't admonish the cocky ginger yet. Wren is a man grown and can educate this upjumped test himself. Instead of pummeling the man into a red paste, you shrug, gesturing towards the Ryk, the bowlegged berserker at the head of a pack of particularly feral looking Raiders.
"He knows what he is. He doesn't claim to be some great marksman or a face to admire. He lets his skills speak for him. Which is more than I can say for Ryk. Though that whore's son moves fast enough I don't think you could ever nail him down."

Meier scoffs, jerking his head towards the masked savage.
"Ryk is a dog. Barely has the wits to do anything besides kill anything Dagmar tells him to. He has his uses, doesn't even take a share of the loot either. He just wants blood"
Meier turns slightly to regard Wren and your other lieutenants out of the corner of his eye
"Ill give it to that tricksy fucker. He's a hell of a scout and a tracker. Ive heard of him hunting a group for weeks at a time, taking shots and killing them slow, using poison and barbed heads. Cowards weapons"

>What say?

>>2692236
>Magnus spits on the ground
"Tell ya what, the coward had the stones to wrap up a big old white howlers and even had the guts to take Bloodbeak's own chicks from him. I wouldn't be one to test his courage."

Someone help me get info out of him.

Anybody else want to vote before i call it?

>>2692405
Writing in on social interactions just ain't me

>>2692405
>"You're right, Meier," Magnus says, keeping the grin off his face, "attacking from a distance is a coward's tactic, it's true. I get as close as possible."

You spit onto the earth in contempt of Meiers words, the smaller man shying back as the liquid splatters at his feet, a red flush colouring his neck. You growl out your next words, each syllable heavy with veiled threat.
"Ill Tell you what, that 'coward' had the stones to pin down a old white howler and hold the ropes himself. That 'coward' even had the guts to take Bloodbeak's own chicks and eggs from him, keeping the beast back one shot at a time. I wouldn't be one to test his courage."

Your voice lifts as you carry on, a broad smile across your face
"You're right though Meier, attacking from a distance, so far that a foe can hardly see you, THAT is a coward's tactic, it's true. Thats why I get as close as possible. I want to *feel* the rush when I hack a man in half"
The men behind you mutter and whisper among themselves as Meier remains silent, his fingers drumming on the stock of his crossbow. He finally speaks, his voice low and measured, controlled carefully.
"Perhaps he has more courage to him than I thought. We have different ways of doing things Magnus. I fight my way, you fight yours. As long as the fucker is dead, its a happy ending regardless don't you agree?"

>Meier is cowed.
>Meier Relation increased

>Ask Meier a question

>Continue walking in silence

>Other

>>2692625
>Continue walking
And we should ask Wren to watch our back; I get the feeling Meier just decided to throw a few bolts our way when stuff gets thick.

>>2692625
>>Ask Meier a question
So where's Dagmar now?

>>2692642
>the camouflaged raiders at the front of the group, feigning injury with bandages and bloody clothing. Dagmar rides at the head of the group on a stolen horse, bloodied bandages wrapped about his arm and thigh.

You already know this

>>2692661
Just testing you.
>>2692625
>>Continue walking in silence

>>2692625
>Ask Meier a question
How did Dagmar's sortie to kill the flee moonies go?

Wasn't that what were going to ask Meier anyway?

>>2692689
I'll back that

>>2692689

>>2692689
Ditto

>Continue walking in silence
>Timeskip to battle start.

You decide to leave the questions for later, the cocky sniper seeming if not warmer to your presence then at least more respectful. Slowing your pace to allow your lieutenants to catch up to you, you fill them in on what hap transpired, Wren scoffing openly at Meiers insults.

The miles of road melt away beneath your feet, the town of Crescent Hall growing closer with every step. Trees slowly fade away to fields and outlying hamlets, frightened eyes watching from shuttered Windows. These peasants are below your interest, they are no threat to you and have no chance of warning anybody before you are out of the area.

Finally, near evening, you come over the final rise in the road, the town of Crescent Hall nestled against a sheer cliff in the distance. A stout wood and earth wall stretches around the perimeter of the town, each corner capped by a stout stone and log tower. Around the outskirts of the wall, huts and shacks belonging to the poorer and less fortunate townsfolk cluster like frightened chicks around a mother hen. Dagmars group is visible far ahead, barely two miles from the barred wooden gates. The distant tolling of a bell reaches your ears, some sentry reporting a the 'return' of their soldiers.

You roll your neck and shoulders, bone and tendon cracking heavily as you breathe in the air, woodsmoke and soot heavy on the wind. You turn, facing your lieutenants, one hand resting on the hilt of the storm blade.
"Its time"

>Wren and his infiltrator team will sneak into the Town via the Well with Ryk and some of his savages
>Arvel and Urhost will participate in the main attack with the bulk of Dagmars forces.
>Meier will supply ranged support on the main attack
>You are taking a small force (30 men) over the walls via the hidden path once the attack begins.

>Total forces (one unit of infantry equals roughly 30 troops)
>4 unit of Raiders (2 Dagmars, 1 Ryks, 1 yours)
>1 unit of Warriors (Urhost)
>2 units of Skirmishers (Wren, Meier)

>Any last minute changes to the plans?
Or
>Begin

>>2692773
Hey Cursed Dyel changed his vote>>2692706 and >>2692736
also voted to ask Meier how the sortie to kill the stragglers went.

>>2692773
>>Begin

>>2692792
I didn't see that ubtil I had already posted .( my bad amigos

>>2692773
I can go with this plan. Their forces are a tad weakened and they shouldn't be on alert.

>>2692773
>>Begin

>>2692773
>Begin
Time to kick ass and crush pussy and there's probably an abundance of both in that town.

>>2692808
eh no big deal, I was just hoping Meier would blurt something that may tell us if Dagmar is committed to trying to kill/betray us.

Also Crused does Dagmar give off the 'Starscream' vibe because if he does we can be almost certain he will try and kill us even when it would be difficult for him to do so.

>>2692773
Begin. as for Crescent Hall...\Omae Wa Mou Shindeiru/

>Begin

"Theyre back! Theyre back!"
Shouts old Getrey, the hobbling guard lurching upright and pounding the bell above the gatehouse with a small mallet as he spies the badly finished force making their way down the roadway. Getrey's eyes arent what they used to be but even he can see the blue and white of their tunics, the white on midnight Crescent on their tattered standard standing out in the fading light.
"Poor sods"
He mutters, noting that less than half of them are returning, only a handful still mounted. Many of them are stained with filth and blood, tattered bandages soaked red around limbs.
"Dollins! Dollins! Wake up down there an' get the gate open! Sir Thylos an' his men are back! Looks to be some wounded!"

"That di'nt take long. Dirty sheep shaggers come down 'ere an' burn villages an' young folk gotta die to send 'em back to the hills.
Dollins grouses as he rouses himself from the comfortable seat he has arranged for himself in the gatehouse, his aching feet put up next to a brazier burning merrily. Taking a torch in hand, he pulls a stout lever that raises the bar holding the gate shut. The thick wooden beams of its construction slowly swing outwards as Dollins and young Hallson push against them.

"By the lady"
Breathes Hallson, his scraggly moustaches flicking as he licks his lips, the youth looking on the haggard men with shock in his eyes as they approach.
"What in the seven hells did they fight? Ogres? A fuck'n Wyrm?"

"Tribals"
Grunts Dollins, the older man leaning heavily on the broad bladed spear that saw more use as walking stick than weapon of war.
"Some crazy fuckers from the mountains. Led by some beast of a man wit' a sword of lightning an' a shield the size of a wagon. They said 'e cut men in 'alf like they wasn't even there"

Hallson blinks in shock, running a hand through his short cropped brown hair. The youth was only a fresh recruit, the eighth unwanted son of some peasants, the iron shortsword, mail and shield likely worth more than everything his family owned.
"And they killed them?"

Dollins snorts like a cantankerous bull, wiping his nose with the back of a weathered hand as Getrey rings the bell yet again, calling out the return of the soldiers. Gesturing towards the ragged band of men and horses, Dollins simply says
"They killed *them* too it looks like."

Hefting his torch high, Dollins steps through the gate, the flickering light casting strange shadows across the face of the mounted man leading the ragged procession. In the dim moonlight and stark orange firelight, they almost look like angular, twisting tattoos.
"Ho there Lancer! Where is Sir Thylos? Did he live?"

The mounted man looks around slowly, a strange expression on his face as his hand drifts to his belt.
"Who?"

>Cont

Rolled 89, 22, 63 = 174 (3d100)

>>2693558
>Cont

Dollins, decades of carefully earned eflexes burning through his brain, opens his mouth to scream alarm. His words die in his throat as a curved, saw edged dagger buries itself in his neck with a lazy flick of the mounted mans wrist. He sags backwards, clutching at the bone hilt of the weapon as his lifeblood pours down his chest in scarlet streams. Hallson gapes in shock as the older guard topples to the earth. So overwhelmed is he by the sudden, shocking brutality he doesnt even get more than a gasping cry before one of the harsh faced men steps forward, punching a short spear through his belly.

Getrey stands frozen, riveted to the spot from shock, a companion and friend of decades bleeding out less than a dozen paces away. Wrenching himself away from the sight he gathers himself, hefting his small mallet and smashing into the bell with all his might.
"Alarm! Alarm! Raiders at the Gates! Raiders at the gates! To arms! To arms!"
With each word, he pounds against the iron bell, its clear note ringing across the town as the false guardsmen pound up the stairs to the top of the gatehouse. Old Getrey dies with his last breathe a cry of warning, a dagger punching under his rib cage, spilling his life in a spurt of crimson.

>Back at the main host

The ringing bell is the signal for both your forces and the guards and townsfolk of Crescent Hall. With a single shout of
"FORWARD!"
The attack begins.

Near two hundred warriors of the Crag Wolves charge forward, splitting up into several groups as they sprint forward at full speed.

>Roll me four seperate 1d100. The first roll is yours (+20), the second is Wrens infiltrator team(+15), the third is the main assault (+15) and the fourth is Meiers sniper support (+10). Beat my rolls to gain objectives. Those that fail to win their objective will require assistance or face heavy losses. Meier must beat 50 to provide sniper support

Rolled 73 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2693570

Rolled 23 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>2693570
same fagging just once.

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>2693570

Rolled 22 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2693570

>>2693576
>>2693584
>>2693594
>>2693616

By those rolls
>Our assault is successful with us moving through that trench into the town
>Wren sneaks in with his infiltrators through the well.
>The main assault gets stopped in its tracks
>Meier and his snipers are unable to assist.

Does this sound right Cursed?

Rolled 88 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2693570

>>2693626
Yep. Writing

>>2693626
As expected this raid depends on Magnus and his men

>>2693626
Anyone feel smug that the townspeople think the raid is led by us since we made the biggest impression by far.

I get the feeling that no matter what, we're going to make the biggest splash during this raid one way or the other.

>93>89. Your group scales the walls without being seen.
>38>22. Wren and Ryk infiltrate the village successfully
>18<63. The Main assault is stopped by a wall of shields.
>32<50. Meier is unable to provide accurate fire.

The sounds of battle, conflict, screams, the clash of metal on metal comes from the gateway as the remaining guardsmen rush forward to face the foe suddenly assaulting them. Your view is obstructed by the thick foliage hanging over the ditch as you and your chosen men make your way through the hidden path. You can hear Dagmar howling out orders to his men, cursing and screaming like a madman. Panic is already spreading through the town ahead of you, torchlight and shouts and alarm reaching you from over the walls.

Levering yourself out from the ditch, you crouch by the base of the wall, flexing your hands as you regard the near fifteen feet of logs and packed earth that serves as the main barrier between you and the juicy interior of the town. You take a deep breathe as two of your men hook a rope ladder to your belt, smacking your shoulders as it is secured. You chuckle as you wedge your fingers into the gaps between the logs, heaving yourself up with a grunt of effort. One handhold after another you rise, foot by foot as the battle for the gate rages on, Dagmars men and the bulk of your forces unable to punch through the barrier of shields and spears erected by the surprisingly alert guardsmen.

With a final heave and a curse, you pull yourself over the top of the wall, pulling the rope ladder from your belt and driving the iron anchor spikes deep into the wood with a stomp of your boot, tossing the ladder down with a soft
"Ways open boys"

Vicious grins and cruel laughter echo up as your men, chosen killers all, climb up one by one. With the efficiency of natural warriors, they quickly spread out, keeping eyes on the rapidly developing situation.

>Move to help Dagmar and Urhost break through.

>Try to cut off reinforcements to the gates, burning a few houses would work.

>Try to link up with Wren and Ryk. Youre not stealthy but you can murder with the best

>Sow some chaos, draw attention to yourself.

>Other

>>2693841
>Move to help Dagmar and Urhost break through.
Once we help them break through it's a straight fight to Wren's men.

>>2693841
>>Move to help Dagmar and Urhost break through.
honestly. In this instance, divine and conquer. We need to hit that shield wall from the back and cause distress in their ranks. If we do this right. Dagmar and his group will move up to us before the reinforcements deal real damage.

>>2693841
>>Move to help Dagmar and Urhost break through.

>>2693841
>Other

Just throw some torches on/ into a few homes as you rush to Dagmar. They are suppose to sight tight for a moment anyway. This way we sew maximum chaos and openings for our other teams.

>>2693912
I'd rather not risk loot

>>2693841
>Move to help Dagmar and Urhost break through.
Wren and ryk can pull backline harrasment, we need to break the shield wall or our raid will stall.