>>5881442

You had gotten a better report from your archers a couple hours after learning the news about their victory. How the Rover Brothers had told you about the short engagement, it really couldn't have gone any bit more one sidedly.

After the gnolls had been spotted by the footmen sent by Tarren Mill, they had turned around and forgotten to be careful. Running through the woods, they had run into a firing line of about thirty archers who had peppered them with enough arrows to make hedgehogs blush.

Though what your more veteran archers had noticed was that these gnolls all seemed quite young. No wonder they had panicked like that when seeing the footmen in their plate mails. While you weren't yet sure if their age meant anything, the five gnolls hadn't had any chance against your men.

You put your quill away for a moment as you allowed the ink to dry. A short letter addressed to Lord Blackmoore had been finished as you thought that informing him about the gnolls would be a smart thing to do. He and Durnholde after all were preparing for their own campaign against the gnolls come summer.

Next you decided to write several other letters as you had the time right now. Lady Katrana would definitely need to be informed about the decision regarding the oil, but then you hit a blank. You could ask her about something else as well and you did have some ideas about sending letters to other people. Maybe they could help you or at least to have an open line of communication with them.

But at the same time you weren't sure if you should contact more people, asking for help could lead to favours held by them and you weren't sure if they could help you in the first place.

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>>5881444

Lady Katrana Letter outside of oil:
>Just tell her about the oil. No need for anything else right now.
>Ask her about Lady Nalice, there is something uncertain and strange about her, outside of being a Red Dragon
>Tell her to try to temper VanCleef and the Stonemasons. He shouldn't try to get his revenge.
>Thank her for her concern regarding your incident and condition. You appreciate her thoughts. Invite your primary trading partner to visit Dawnholme.
>Other, write in.

Potential other letters:
>Prince Kael'thas, ask his help regarding Durnholde and the gnolls there.
>Prince Kael'thas, ask his help regarding the Fel inside you. Tell him some details about your condition.
>Magister Voren'thal the Seer. Ask for his help regarding the Fel inside you.
>Lord Uther, ask his help regarding Durnholde and the gnolls there.
>Lord Uther, ask his help regarding the Fel inside you. Tell him some details about your condition.
>Magistrate Burnside, ask his help regarding Durnholde and the gnolls there
>Aerie Peak and the Wildhammer Clan, send a letter addressing them as your neighbour and as a friend.
>Dun Garok, the isolationist mountain hold in Durnholde should hear about you.
>Jaina Proudmoore, write to her about your reasons why you didn't tell her more about the incident.
>Calia Menethil, you haven't heard of her in a while. Just inquire about her health and how she is doing.
>Lady Behind The Cloth, tell your sister Beve that the poisoning is just a story.
>Other, write in.

QM: Choose as many people or topics as you want. Not all might give you results you might want, while some might be very fruitful. The ones with the most votes will win.

Also a new thread! New adventures! Let's go!

>>5881446
>Tell her to try to temper VanCleef and the Stonemasons. He shouldn't try to get his revenge.
>Thank her for her concern regarding your incident and condition. You appreciate her thoughts. Invite your primary trading partner to visit Dawnholme.
Van cleef is is gonna propably make our relation with stormwind difficult if he starts acting up.
I dont expect katrana to visit but its the thought that counts.

>Lord Uther, ask his help regarding the Fel inside you. Tell him some details about your condition.
hes the only sympathetic paladin and hes a veteran too right?
>Jaina Proudmoore, write to her about your reasons why you didn't tell her more about the incident.
Last interaction wasnt the best with her.
>Calia Menethil, you haven't heard of her in a while. Just inquire about her health and how she is doing.
>Lady Behind The Cloth, tell your sister Beve that the poisoning is just a story.

Didnt ask in the last thread so ill ask in this. In the games humans are basically beefcakes and fairly strong how much does a regular human compares to other races say elves gnolls/trolls/orcs.

>>5881446
>Just tell her about the oil. No need for anything else right now.
>Lord Uther, ask his help regarding the Fel inside you. Tell him some details about your condition.

>>5881446
>Thank her for her concern regarding your incident and condition. You appreciate her thoughts. Invite your primary trading partner to visit Dawnholme.
>Lord Uther, ask his help regarding the Fel inside you. Tell him some details about your condition.

>>5881454
>>5881446
>support
+
>Dun Garok, the isolationist mountain hold in Durnholde should hear about you.
>Magister Voren'thal the Seer. Ask for his help regarding the Fel inside you.
>tell Beve we want to meet up. We will show her what we've built in such a short time. Tell her our brother is welcome too.

>>5881446
>Thank her for her concern regarding your incident and condition. You appreciate her thoughts. Invite your primary trading partner to visit Dawnholme.

>Prince Kael'thas, ask his help regarding the Fel inside you. Tell him some details about your condition.
Elves are familiar with magic right?
>Aerie Peak and the Wildhammer Clan, send a letter addressing them as your neighbour and as a friend.
>Dun Garok, the isolationist mountain hold in Durnholde should hear about you.
I think it would be best to contact them as soon as possible for diplomacy's sake
>Calia Menethil, you haven't heard of her in a while. Just inquire about her health and how she is doing.

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>>5881454

"The quest is based in the Warcraft universe with somewhat more emphasis on the old Warcraft 2 and Warcraft 3 era lore as I am more familiar with it. I will most likely forget some pieces of newer lore or completely disregard parts of it. This quest isn’t as heroic or pauldron heavy, but draws a more realistic and medieval look on the Warcraft universe."

I wrote this in the first thread. Humans in this Quest are humans like us. Sure there are big blokes and beefy hunks, but they are in minority. Meanwhile orcs and trolls are taller and stronger than your average humans, which makes them dangerous opponents in combat. Same applies to older bigger gnolls.

Alric is quite average size for his age, Arthas meanwhile being on the taller and stronger side, while Kael'thas has the elven height and grace.

Thanking Katrana was something you had to do. She had shown concern and wished you well and quick recovery from your unfortunate incident. Even if she was somewhat, let's just say silly in how she acts and a bit seductive towards you, you didn't feel like what she wrote was a falsehood. So replying to her with your own kind words was the least you could do. You also thought about cordially inviting her to visit Alterac and Dawnholme, but she is probably way too busy to leave Stormwind City for a trip like that.

Then you wrote about the decision regarding the oil. Katrana had promised to lend the coin if you were to sell the oil to her. Letting her know and to allow her to prepare was paramount. You inquired how she would arrange the funds to arrive here and how the payments would go, she probably had a plan in mind and things prepared to be set in motion. Though you wanted a confirmation as you wanted to know what to expect.

You finished the letter with usual well wishes and a mention of wanting to see her sometime. After all, it is better to talk about business face to face with your most important trade partner, than with letters.

You chuckled as you sealed the envelope. Katrana probably loves that last portion. What an intriguing lady she is.

Next you took out more paper and wrote two more letters. First one to Aerie Peak, addressing the Wildhammer Clan and their current leader Falstad Wildhammer. And second one to Dun Garok, notoriously isolationist dwarven hold south of Durnholde. Both letters you crafted carefully and you tried to be as diplomatic as possible, addressing both dwarven holds as your neighbours and wishing that open communication and diplomacy could be possible between you and them. Happy with the letters, you sealed them in envelopes and put them aside.

The last two letters weren't easy, you thought about wanting to write them and at first nearly decided to stop. But if there was someone who could help you, someone who you could trust, it would be Lord Uther the Lightbringer. You thought that you should be straight to the point, tell Uther about the incident and the Fel now inside you. Of course you wouldn't tell him the truth, the Syndicate poisoner is a way more beneficial story to be spread for you in terms of politics and your own safety.

Approaching Uther did have some benefits. He would of course talk with his fellow paladins, hopefully alleviating the pressure within Silver Hand regarding you. He would also talk with King Terenas, in both cases your "poisoning" could garner sympathy or even a sliver or two of support. Especially after the death of Magistrate Maleb, you had a hunch that no one wants to see more nobles fall dead, not even you. Non-reaction would send a message, Lordaeron is unable to protect their own.

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>>5882024

Telling him about the Fel, your now green eyes and black nails, felt somewhat risky. But you hadn't done anything wrong, it was an accident. If you had done something wrong, would you bring that into attention to Lord Uther, to the man who destroyed Alterac?

Starting to write, you started about him most likely having already heard the rumours and the news about your poisoning. You wrote how you are still alive and how your mind was willing if your body wasn't there yet fully. You wouldn't allow a setback like this to push your plans into disarray and your goal of reclaiming Strahnbrad Hills would succeed even without you at the forefront of your soldiers. You told him the story of poisoned Alteraci Brandy, how you had tried to vomit it out after realising that something was wrong and how your servants and friends had managed to save your life. Being unconscious for a day and bedridden for two weeks, but surviving and slowly recovering physically.

Then you wrote about the lingering effects of the poison, the Fel based poison that had nearly killed you had left your eyes green and nails black. There was still Fel inside you, you were sure about that, but thankfully no further side effects had shown up. Yet it worried you, it worried you greatly and you wanted advice. How to move forward, how long would it take for the Fel to leave your body? How to return to life before?

Uther would understand the situation, he would know how to act in a delicate and careful way with this. He would know what to do. He was Lord Uther the Lightbringer after all.

You finished the letter with well wishes and hoped all good for him.

It was a long letter and you sighed deeply after finishing it. You would still have to write a letter to Calia as you hadn't heard from her for some time already and you were concerned about her health. Taking yet another piece of paper, you didn't have a chance to start as you were rudely interrupted as someone knocked on the door.

You somewhat wanted them to just go away so that you could write in peace, but when the knocking happened the second time, you knew you had to answer.

"I am coming, hold on for a moment." You raised your voice loud enough for them to hear through the door.

Putting the letters aside, you put on your glasses to hide your eyes and checked that your clothes were tidy. Taking your cane, you walked to the door and opened it.

"Prince Alric." One of the clerks working for Monica said and greeted you with a deep bow.

"Yes, what is it?" You asked the man.

"Lady Jandice has sent you an invite to join her for dinner downstairs." The clerk said.

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>>5882026

You had already eaten a little and expected to just see her later in the evening, sharing the bed once more. You really had just thought about relaxing today, finishing the letters and maybe using the hookah given to you by the Dark Irons for a moment or two. But a dinner invite by your lover did sound like a nice time, maybe you could go have dinner with her. Or maybe you should invite her to your room to see if she likes to try the hookah?


>Decline politely. Today was a long tiring day and you just want to rest for now. Finish the letters and relax.
>Accept the invite, you will come downstairs shortly after getting ready.
>Counter her proposal and invite her to join you here, maybe have her bring a bottle of wine or something with her.
>Other, write in.

QM: Depending on the amount of votes, I might put out another update today.

>>5882027
>Accept the invite, you will come downstairs shortly after getting ready.

>>5882027
>Accept the invite, you will come downstairs shortly after getting ready.

>>5882027
>>Accept the invite, you will come downstairs shortly after getting ready.
New thread! A dinner? Sounds more like a date.

>>5882027
>>Accept the invite, you will come downstairs shortly after getting ready.
cant we quickly finish the last letter and then go?

>>5882027
>>Counter her proposal and invite her to join you here, maybe have her bring a bottle of wine or something with her.

>>5882027
>>Accept the invite, you will come downstairs shortly after getting ready.
Finish the letter, prepare and then go. Hehehe no problems with time when in such conditions.

Bring Gravis, the boys and Malevus on the perimeter, i don't like that we had scouts of a warband of gnolls here in Tarren Mill when we restart the campaign.
Goes without saying that some of our lads remain guarding our stuff here.

"Tell her that I will be there in a moment." You told the clerk.

"Lady Jandice also told me that she expects you to dress appropriately." The clerk told you and bowed.

Appropriately? So the leather jacket isn't enough today.

"A bit longer moment then." You replied.

Closing the door, you sighed and returned to the table. Taking the quill, you thought about quickly writing the letter to Calia, but this interruption had made you lose your concentration.

"Fel…" You cursed aloud, the letter would have to wait till tomorrow.

Putting the quill and ink away, you sighed. At least had taken your better finer clothes with you.

…

The clothes you had gotten from Stormwind City had seen plenty of use and you thought that maybe you should have opened the package with the clothes Lady Nalice had gotten for you. Or maybe you should order more clothes from the tailors in Stormwind.

Or maybe Malevus could make something for you?

Walking down the stairs with the help of the cane, you observed the restaurant. There were a couple men who looked like merchant's eating at one table, then one more well dressed gentleman enjoying a drink alone. Then in the corner sat Jandice, who gave you a gentle smile when she saw you.

Walking to her, you ran your eyes up and down her. Jandice had dressed in a purple dress that reached her knees and had thrown her archmages robe over it, but kept open. It was simple, but still a very elegant thing. The both shades of purple fit her well.

"Lady Jandice." You greeted her

"Prince Alric." She replied to you.

"May I sit here?" You asked politely, she answered with a nod.

Certain decorum had to be held in public, a way to act and present yourself. As you sat down, you put your cane aside and took the black noise device off your belt. Now you could talk with her without others eavesdropping.

"So a dinner?" You asked her.

"Do you have anything against it?" She asked and gave a sly smile. "Did I interrupt you?"

"No, no you didn't, I was just writing letters. Nothing too important." You told her.

"I just thought that this would be a nice way to relax. It was a long day after all." Jandice told you and continued. "And because I feel like you deserve a break like this."

Deserve? What does she mean?


>Ask what does she mean exactly? Why do you deserve this break?
>Push aside her concerns, today wasn't that tiring of a day. You didn't do much else than just ride around the countryside.
>Deflect and ask her instead how she is doing? Action follows you wherever you go after all.
>Why the nice clothes? Is this a date?
>Other, write in

>>5882235
>>Ask what does she mean exactly? Why do you deserve this break?
>>Push aside her concerns, today wasn't that tiring of a day. You didn't do much else than just ride around the countryside.
QM is a bully.

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>>5882256

I am only a bully towards you my dear lovely anon :3

>>5882235
>>Ask what does she mean exactly? Why do you deserve this break?
Uh ....

>>5882235
>Ask what does she mean exactly? Why do you deserve this break?

>>5882235
>>Push aside her concerns, today wasn't that tiring of a day. You didn't do much else than just ride around the countryside.

No update today, awfully stupidly busy day so no energy to finish the update. Will try to get it up tomorrow.

Though to keep things rolling a bit, two threads ago anon had an idea for Alric to start a hobby. Then the idea was passed due to lack of time, but what if Alric had more time? What hobby you think Alric would or should pick up? And with whom he would do the hobby with?


>Write in.

>>5882962
Go all in on the rogue archetype and learn to sing and play guitar. Malevus could sing along and perhaps even learn to play another instrument herself.

>>5882962
knitting.
or more seriously tabletop wargames.

>>5882962
on top of draconic, maybe learning some other language, like thalassian, perhaps from malevus... or dwarven

>>5882962
Jousting with Gravis
Wood cutting with the twins
Music with Malevus perhaps
Wargames with Normand or another officer

You gave her a curious look as you weren't exactly sure what she meant.

"Today wasn't a tiring day?" You half asked her. "I just rode around the countryside and then sat around a lot while waiting for news."

The same clerk who had seen you earlier brought wine to the table and poured two glasses.

"I told them to start making dinner when you arrive down here." Jandice told you and tasted the wine. "From Stormwind."

"Most wines are from Stormwind, better weather." You replied and continued. "But what do you mean by deserving a break?"

"When you found the gnoll tracks, I could see it on your face. You got all serious and stiff." Jandice replied.

"Yeah, well the gnolls could have been close by." You said and shrugged, you didn't really get why she was so concerned right now.

"But when I returned here and found you in the tent with Captain Garside, you were still so stiff, like a clockwork wind up ready to spring into action." Jandice tried to explain it to you. "You weren't as stiff or serious before, not when we got caught in the storm or not even in Durnholde."

You mulled her words in your mind and didn't really recognise them, though she seemed convinced that this is the case.

"Why didn't you say anything before? I mean we… you know… you have seen me." You asked her and pointed out the shared nights.

"I did notice, but I just thought that whatever happened to you… made you just more serious." Jandice said to you. She hadn't asked any further questions regarding the Fel and seemed to have let the matter go, she was polite like that.

The clerk brought you the starter, a broth with lamb and a mix of onion, cabbage and leek. White bread and butter was also brought to the table. Stopping your conversation for a moment, both of you took the slices of bread and buttered them up.

"Is it that apparent?" You asked her. "Or is it the hair?"

"You do look older and no it isn't the hair. Though the haircut does fit you." Jandice replied to you. "How much did you work before…"

"Long days. Why do you ask?" You questioned her. You weren't sure why she wanted to know.

"Go through a normal day in Prince Alric's life for me." Jandice said. "I have a feeling."

"Alright, well I wake up early…" You started to say.

"How early, it is important." Jandice immediately interrupted and you gave her an annoyed look.

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>>5883911

"I wake up well before sunrise, get dressed and drag Malevus out so that we can spar for an hour or so. When the sun rises, I eat breakfast and concentrate on whatever administrative duties I have, be it paperwork or going to see a project in the town." You started going through your day as you ate the broth. It was really good. "Lunch, then more paperwork or most likely studying in the afternoon till dinner. Taking a bath, continuing the studies till it is late in the evening. Then continue being tutored till a bit past midnight before I go to sleep."

Jandice looked at you and was dismayed.

"How much do you sleep?" She asked carefully.

"Maybe four to five hours." You replied. "I don't really feel that tired."

Jandice shook her head in disbelief.

"By the Light, you are working yourself to an early grave." She said to you.

"It is not that bad." You nonchalantly brushed her concerns away.

"Prince Alric, that amount of work and studying would make you a top student in Dalaran. Nearly twenty hours a day…" Jandice said to you and couldn't believe what she had heard.

"It's not that…" You started to say.

"It is. Because I can see myself in you." Jandice replied. "Before Durnholde I was working myself to a burnout, it was either duties to my family or Dalaran. The trip to Durnholde was supposed to be a way to relax a bit before that happens."

She finished her wine and poured more for herself.

"You are a driven person, you have your goals and duties. Achieving them and reaching them is what matters, because otherwise you feel like you have failed yourself and most importantly the others." She told you and continued. "And while this continues, you keep pushing any warning signs away till one day you have had enough and all the stress is let go in an instant."

"So believe me Prince Alric, I was nearly there. I knew it, but I couldn't stop myself. It took the events of Durnholde for me to realise that this can't continue." Jandice seemed more sympathetic, understanding now, speaking from her own experiences. "I was afraid then, wrongly blaming you for which I am still sorry, but the idea of dying then and leaving just work behind and not a life lived to fullest scared me when I started to think about it."

You allowed her to speak as you thought about her words. She was right, you had been rather stressed, but as it hadn't affected your work, you had pushed it away.

"Prince Alric, I need to ask you. What are you afraid of? Because when I realised that I was afraid of not living to the fullest and dying, I changed the way I live." Jandice asked you.

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>>5883916


>Ask her about her fears of dying and not living a fulfilling life.
>You aren't afraid of dying in combat or being faced by an assassin, that's for sure. The fight against the gnolls being an example of it.
>You are afraid that something will happen to your friends and family.
>You are afraid that the Alteracis who follow you grow disappointed in you, that you fail them.
>You are afraid of the Fel inside you changing who you are.
>Other, write in.

QM: So how stressed Alric has really been?

>>5883917
>You aren't afraid of dying in combat or being faced by an assassin, that's for sure. The fight against the gnolls being an example of it.
>You are afraid of being powerless. It was most apparent right after you fell ill, when you couldn't even get out of bed. Such impotence is a fate worse than death.
I don't see Alric as being very stressed or very afraid and he hasn't come off as being in denial of such things either. It seems more like he's a workaholic who likes to get shit done then take a break and have as much fun as possible before going back to work on his goal. Being incapacitated is worse than dying for a guy like him, neither the peace of eternal sleep nor the grind towards his dream.

In this respect, he reminds me of Griffith actually.

>>5883917
>>5883936
He should still get a few more hours of sleep though. It's still bad even if he can deal with it better than others can.

>>5883917
>You are afraid that the Alteracis who follow you grow disappointed in you, that you fail them.

>>5883917
>You are afraid that the Alteracis who follow you grow disappointed in you, that you fail them.
oops we made alric into a workaholic.
give the man some sleep.

>>5883917
>>You are afraid that the Alteracis who follow you grow disappointed in you, that you fail them.

>>5883917
I could support the fail the alteracis prompt if it was phrased like this:
>You are afraid that the Alteracis who follow you will be doomed because of you, that you will fail them like your Father did.
It's more about what Alric expects to give to his subjects rather than what they expect of him and it also calls back to his worries about being like his Father or Brother.

>>5883917
>You are afraid that the Alteracis who follow you grow disappointed in you, that you fail them.
> That you will turn out as just as bad as your father... or even worse

>>5883917
>>You are afraid that the Alteracis who follow you grow disappointed in you, that you fail them.
Some time ago, her father Alexei told Alric that "all Perenoldes are the same". Perhaps something like that lingers in the back of his mind, that he will be the same and fail his people.

>>5883917
>>You are afraid that the Alteracis who follow you grow disappointed in you, that you fail them.

"I am afraid of disappointing the Alteracis who have put their trust in me. That I doom them just like my father did, just like my brother is doing." You told her, thinking of each word before saying them. "Your father said back in Capital City that 'all Perenoldes are the same', and I don't want to show him or others who think the same that they are correct."

"That pushes you then, that is your drive." Jandice said to you.

"It is." You shrugged a bit.

"Still you aren't sleeping enough." Jandice replied to you.

"But I haven't felt that overly tired, not like you are saying." You said and continued eating.

"Maybe it is the energy of the youth then, but you need to sleep more. Even if you don't feel tired now, that little of sleep just isn't enough." Jandice said.

"Alright, I will try to sleep more." You told her and knew that she wasn't that convinced of your words.

Jandice just shook her head.

"You are unbelievable Prince Alric…" Jandice just said to you and laughed a bit. "Only afraid of failing others, operating with a silly little amount of sleep. And here I was talking about my fear of dying and you are just so nonchalant about this."

"What can I say, there aren't that many things that I am afraid of." You told her and smiled. You weren’t going to tell her about your fear of Fel changing you, nor about how useless you felt while being bedridden. There is no need to cause her to be more worried.

Though more sleep, she was right about that even if you didn't feel that tired normally. You just need to delegate more work for Tari and Normand, maybe Tannis Foxton can take some of your duties too?

…

The broth was followed with the second course of grilled salmon with butter and cauliflower. Then came the main course of boar stew with spices from Quel'thalas.

You felt stuffed, really full, but it was so good. It was so tasty. Then dessert came in the form of small sweet pastries.

"By the Light…" You managed to say as you leaned back on your chair.

"The chef is really good." Jandice said to you.

"I need to tell Monica to congratulate the man." You said to her.

The clerk brought you the final course, candied apple slices and assorted cheeses.

"How am I supposed to get up the stairs after all this?" You asked Jandice with a chuckle.

"Have you at least had fun, you don't look as stiff as before." Jandice asked you and smiled.

"Yeah, this has been fun." You replied.

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>>5884946

"As was our small ride across the countryside." Jandice told you. Beneath the table you felt her feet touching your ankle, slowly making its way up your leg. "We should do that often, riding I mean."

The sly smile Jandice gave you made it very apparent what she was implying. She was talking rather dirty with you.

"But all fun needs to come to its end, I will be staying here for three more days, can't really find any more excuses to stay for longer, then I need to go back to Dalaran." Jandice said to you. "So shall we spend the remaining time well?"

Well you have to see your army off to Strahnbrad Hills next morning and then there are few other things you had been thinking of doing, but the remaining freetime you have? Spending it with Jandice doesn't sound like a bad idea. In fact it sounds refreshing and relaxing. Exactly something you need according to her.


>Decline politely, the nights spent together are enough as you are most likely going to have your hands full with all sorts of work.
>Invite Jandice to teach you and Malevus fencing. While you are a swordsman, you know very little about fencing. Stretching your legs is good for you as well.
>Take Jandice out for rides across the countryside in the guise of searching for gnolls and other threats. Really just have fun seeing places.
>Show her your limited magic skills and ask her to teach you something useful. She knows you are studying magic after all.
>Other, write in.

Flirt back?
>Yes
>No

If you flirt back, requesting the cheesiest lines imaginable. Let's see what is Peak Alric Rizz!
>Write in.

>>5883936

Showing my lack of civility, but I haven't read Berserk. I know whom you are talking about, but the characteristics of Griffith are rather unknown to me. I know he is a villain, but that's more or less it.

>>5884952
>Show her your limited magic skills and ask her to teach you something useful. She knows you are studying magic after all.

>No

>>5884952
>Show her your limited magic skills and ask her to teach you something useful. She knows you are studying magic after all.

>yes

>>5884952
>>Invite Jandice to teach you and Malevus fencing. While you are a swordsman, you know very little about fencing. Stretching your legs is good for you as well.
Something new about swords ? nice
>Yes
>Write in.
>"Maybe i can help you with finding more excuses, what you think ~ ? Dalaran will surely understand if you watched over the health of a prince for a few more days, its not everyday that an unfortunate royal is in need of such talented and capable archmage ~."
I trust in the other rizzers in thread

>Griffith
Griffith works fully towards his goals, and what anon likely meant is that Griffith has that and also finding himself once in bad conditions (bed ridden) in common with Alric. Beyond that, Griffith is evil, and has nothing else in common with our boy.

>>5885121
>>5885141
>support
I couldn't think of a write in that didn't refer to something across the 4th wall

>>5884952
>Take Jandice out for rides across the countryside in the guise of exploring and perhaps finding gnolls or other threats. Really just have fun seeing places.
>Show her your limited magic skills and ask her to teach you something useful. She knows you are studying magic after all.

>Yes
I think playing something like the straight man to her wise gal would be nice. Every time she makes a dirty joke like that riding comment, play it completely straight.

>>5885141
>Griffith
Yes that's it. They are both very single minded to their goal, as in nigh incapable of fear or indecision about what all their struggle is for. They have very different temperaments and moral frameworks however. Read Berserk Medivh, you won't regret it.

Too tired to write today, so the update will come tomorrow. The voting will continue till I get the update out.

Also noted, I will need to read Berserk at some point. It took me way too long to get through Claymore as well. Most likely I will end up re-re-re-rereading FMA instead which would be typical of me.

>>5885593
Roger
Well FMA is good, but Berserk will take a grip on you if you like war, fantasy and so on.

>>5885664

Maybe you should give your vote though, I don't see your ID above there.

You kept your stiff upper lip and spoke to her matter of factly.

“The riding has been quite fun, you are right about that.” You said to her as her feet wandered up your leg. “But you leave in just a couple of days, that isn’t as much fun.”

“Oh we could go riding every day, multiple times.” Jandice said back and smiled mischievously.

“We could, there is plenty of countryside to be seen.” You continued seriously. “Maybe I can help you with finding more excuses to stay here, what do you think? Dalaran will surely understand if you watch over the health of a Prince for a few more days, it's not everyday that an unfortunate royal is in need of such talented and capable archmage?”

Jandice gave you a smile and you could see the fire in her eyes.

“Maybe we could continue our talks about trade for a day or two.” She said to you.

“Not a bad idea.” You told her, still keeping your stiff upper lip. She knew what you were doing with this. “There are plenty of things that Alterac could provide Barovs with.”

“There is plenty of enjoyment in finding a solution that satisfies both parties after all.” Jandice said to you.

“You are right, there is plenty for both of us to get from this.” You said and nodded approvingly.

At this point Jandice couldn’t hold herself together as she just laughed. Withdrawing her foot off your thigh, she sighed deeply before smiling at you.

“But what else could we do other than just practice riding and having trade talks?” She asked you and smiled.

“I could show you what I have learned, if you gave me a couple of pointers in return?” You said back and this time gave her a smile.

“What have you learned? Do you mean…” She started to say.

“Oh yes, I mean that.”

“I would love to see that.” Jandice whispered back, her interest really piqued by this.

“Well you have to wait a bit first… maybe a bit of riding first and the talks.” You returned her sly smile.

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>>5886027

Oh this was rather enjoyable. You were familiar with duelling with swords, but this trip into duelling with words was something slightly unfamiliar to you, yet you enjoyed this exchange of words. Jandice was a peculiar woman, someone who matched your energy with her own. She was different from you, but you couldn’t deny the bodily connection you had with her.

Oh these couple of coming days would be rather enjoyable, something that would get you relaxed. You were sure about that.

…

…

…

You stood in a room that you didn’t immediately recognise. Just moments ago you were comfortably enjoying the afterglow and now you were here in this dream.

No, you are quite awake. Awake within the dreamworld of your mind.

Looking around you finally recognized the room you were in, it was the reception room just beyond the throne room of the Royal Palace in Alterac City. Looking down, you found yourself wearing the same clothes as you did earlier, your finer ones.

A faint green glow emitted from the small gaps of the door frame in front of you. You had a hunch who was waiting beyond there, so you decided to push the door open and step in.

The throne room was buzzing with activity as you stepped in, the shadowy figures from the previous dreams lining the sides of the room discussing something amongst themselves. You couldn’t make out what they were saying. A faint green glow painted the throne room in its sickly light, a Fel light.

Impure, tainted, corrupted.

But in the middle of the room, you saw someone now familiar standing. But this time she had someone else with her.

Oh no, why was she here? Why did your mind put her here? Why was Jandice with her, why was she here?

The thing masquerading as Malevus turned to look at you, her broken bones cracking and creaking as they found their places. Her cold dead eyes finding yours and then piercing into them.

“Oh I see you…” The Malevus Thing said to you with her emotionless voice.

The shadowy figures in the throne room turned to stare at you.


>No, this is a dream and you are going to wake up. You aren’t going to allow your mind to play tricks with you after a quite nice evening with someone you like.
>Why is Jandice in your dream? Why is she here? The Malevus Thing of your mind must know why?
>Walk past the creations of your mind and sit on the empty throne. This is your mind after all, they are creations of your thoughts after all. You control them.
>I am you and you are me, ask Malevus Thing what she is representing this time?
>Other, write in.

QM: Nightmare?

Got the update out earlier than I thought.

>>5886029
>Walk past the creations of your mind and sit on the empty throne. This is your mind after all, they are creations of your thoughts after all. You control them.
>Do whatever concentration techniques we know. Let's harness the dream into sunshine and rainbows.
>I'm not amused fel.

>>5886045
+1

>>5886045
+1

>>5886029
>>5886045
+1

>>5886045
+1

>>5886029
>>5886045
Treat this like a police interrogation and stay silent. We've already said all that needs to be said to this thing.

You really… really didn't have the interest to deal with this right now. This was your mind, your dream even if it was influenced by the Fel inside you.

You are going to control this, you are going to disregard whatever ploys Malevus Thing was going to enact. Even if before these dreams were full of symbolisms and meanings, you wouldn't mind them this time.

Walking forth, you felt the looks of the shadowy figures in the back of your head. The dead cold eyes of Malevus Thing stared at you as did the fake Jandice. She wasn't real, just a product of your mind.

You didn't give them a single glance as you stepped up the slightly raised pedestal where the empty throne was and sat down on it. This was the first time you had ever sat on your father's… on your throne, be it even just a dream.

"Have you finally accepted reality?" Malevus Thing hissed at you, her clothes slowly turning red again from the seeping blood of her hair and wounds.

"This is my dream, you have no power here." You told her. The presence of the fake Jandice standing next to her made you furious, why was she conjured here? It didn't matter, her presence was uncanny and she didn’t need to be here.

With a puff of green smoke, the fake Jandice faded into the shadows. Malevus Thing seemed taken back by this.

"I have as much power as you do, because I am you and you are me." She hissed and took a step forward, the shadowy figures following her steps. You didn't want them here either and one by one they disappeared as well.

"I had hoped you would have appreciated having her presence to be here as well, but clearly not." She hissed as she took steps towards you, not paying attention to the dwindling number of the figures around her. "But isn't it a thrilling feeling to be with her, each night the passion, the lust, the feeling of being alive."

As she stepped closer you could feel your body get heavier, like something pressed you on the throne. Your heart started to beat faster as you stared back into her dead lifeless eyes.

"Oh I know how you feel, there is no point in denying anything I said. You haven't felt anything like this in a long long time." Malevus Thing said as she walked closer. "You crave it, the feeling of being alive, feeling immortal. You do and you know it."

The oppressive feeling around you grew stronger and stronger. It felt like it was smothering you with its presence. Your breathing started to be ragged and laborious as you tried to get enough air.

"Be it in the field against your opponents, letting the world narrow into just you and your prey. Be it riding through the countryside, letting the wind hit your face. Be it sharing the bed with your lover and letting her nails break the skin of your back." Malevus Thing hissed at you, her tone growing stronger. "All that and more is me! I am you and you are me! Denying any of that would be just lying to yourself!"

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>>5887439

She was right, if she represented those parts of you, power, pride, wrath… lust… then she wasn't lying. You enjoyed the thrill of combat, or riding through the countryside or the nights spent with Jandice.

But you didn't want to hear any of this from Malevus Thing, not from her, you wouldn't accept her.

But could you get rid of her? The doubt crept into your mind as she stepped closer and closer.

Closing your eyes, you tried to concentrate on your breathing and then in the mana inside you. The boiling sea of flames churned within you like a maelstrom and from it you found a constant to concentrate on. The Fel wouldn't get inside your head, you wouldn't accept it.

The silence within your concentration was suddenly broken, as you felt the warm breath hitting your face. The hiss Malevus Thing made each time she exhaled drilled into your ears. Then she spoke.

"You cannot expel what you are, you cannot expel me. Lord Uther won't be able to get rid of me, because he would have to get rid of you as well." Malevus Thing whispered to you.

Even concentrating on your mana, your heart kept racing, beads of sweat appeared on your brow. You felt dreadful, scared and fearful. You couldn't move, yet you kept your eyes closed and tried to control your mind. As much as you banished the shadowy figures out of your mind, she controlled this dream as well.

"Hear me out once more. Accept me as the part of you I am, or accept to work with me, realising that there is no point in denying who you are." Malevus Thing whispered. "And if you don't, I guess we have to continue doing this till you do. So how about it? Will you change your mind? Because think about it, I haven't told you no lies, for I know you."

Her breathing was coming from right in front of your face. You didn't dare to open your eyes, you were powerless, felt like your strength was being drained from you. Was it a mistake to walk to the throne and challenge her like this?

"I am you Alric Perenolde, you are me."


>No, deny her again. You will find a way to get rid of the Fel inside you.
>You aren't going to deny what she is saying about the thrill and enjoyment, but you can't accept those words coming out from her.
>Fel is a tool, a thing of power. Accept to field it, work with it, blend it and shape it under your control.
>Accept her as part of you. You can't get rid of her without getting rid of who you are.
>Other, write in.

>You are going to wake up, this is a dream after all? Right?
>Keep up your concentration, you will find the balance and calmness inside you.
>Open your eyes and struggle against the oppressive feeling. Challenge her presence inside your mind.
>Burn her, cut her down. Get rid of her right now!
>Other, write in.

QM: Night terror?

Sorry, I have been feeling a bit under the weather. Took me a moment to get this update out.

>>5887441
>No, deny her again. You will find a way to get rid of the Fel inside you.
This is all getting so tiresome. I've already said this before, she only represents a PART of Alric. Also all her promises don't come for free, it's all a faustian bargain that would leave Alric worse off on the long run. Us not being able to rid ourselves of her is another half-truth, no man can rid himself of all evil but he can be a man of good and truth.

>Open your eyes and struggle against the oppressive feeling. Challenge her presence inside your mind.
I don't know if it's the best option but it's what feels right.

>>5887441
>No, deny her again. You will find a way to get rid of the Fel inside you.
> You are wrong fel. The true strength is from mastering your primal side. Discipline is what made me enjoy individual combat. Comradeire is what makes me fight next to my men. Sleeping with someone is a way to show the other physically how you feel. Rule your mind lest it rule you. (Stolen from buddah)

Basically you gotta master your own desires before you can become master of the world around you. A Disciplined man is more feared than an undisciplined man. IF we weren't disciplined we would be a drunk and a whoremonger like blackmoor. We clearly know who's the better of the two. And Uther/silverhand are powerful BECAUSE of their discipline, dedication, and faith.

>Keep up your concentration, you will find the balance and calmness inside you.
>Focus on the people relying on you to overcome this trial.

Tldr what color is your Bugatti

>>5887441
>>No, deny her again. You will find a way to get rid of the Fel inside you.
>Keep up your concentration, you will find the balance and calmness inside you.

>>5887460
Nice supporting this

Alright, concentrating it is. Give Alric some rolls, let's see how this goes. The different DCs represent different stages of success.


>3d10, Best of three
>DC 16, 19, 22, Crit 26

Rolled 6, 4, 2 = 12 (3d10)

>>5887903

Rolled 6, 7, 10 = 23 (3d10)

>>5887903

Rolled 5, 3, 3 = 11 (3d10)

>>5887903
Oh no not the dice...

>>5887917
Nice we got 3 degrees of success damn good.

>>5887903
great !

>>5887441
>Accept her as part of you. You can't get rid of her without getting rid of who you are.
>Keep up your concentration, you will find the balance and calmness inside you.

TLDR - Unironic Buddha moment rn. A demon of temptation trying to convince us to focus on worldly pleasure and emotions rather than spiritual/purposeful existence and shit.

>23, Success!


You didn't need to answer immediately, she already should know what you would say. Feeling her breathing on your face, you just concentrated inward into the mana inside you. You would find the balance and stability from it.

The churning sea of fire was constant, now boiling as a whirlwind thanks to the turmoil in your mind. But it had been with you now for months and you had learned to live with the feeling. The mana was just like breathing or beating of your heart to you.

The fire was calm and soothing, capable of immense destruction and death, yet something that brings warmth and life. Uncontrollable, yet controlled in so many ways as a tool. So you concentrated on it.

You could sense the annoyance of Malevus Thing and then her backing away, her breathing disappearing off your face.

The sea of fire was calming, you could feel the mana warming you up inside. The fear and anxiety were slowly being pushed out as you kept your eyes closed. You had concentrated on the mana like this before, but it hadn't helped you to calm down in a situation like this. This was working.

"You…" Malevus Thing hissed at you.

"You are wrong." You interrupted her and opened your eyes. Staring at her through your dark glasses, the Malevus Thing felt weak. "True strength is from mastering your primal side. Discipline is what made me enjoy individual combat. Comradery is what makes me fight next to my men. Sleeping with someone is a way to show the other physically how you feel. Rule your mind lest it rule you."

The throne room in your mind started to clear, the shadows disappeared and the sickly green light faded.

"You aren't going to rule over me, not now, not ever." You told her.

Malevus Thing looked furious as it stared at you and then with a shriek she collapsed on the floor.

You blinked once and she disappeared. You blinked again and the throne room was gone. You blinked for the third time and the throne room had been replaced by the softness of Jandice's breasts.

"Are you awake?" Jan asked you carefully. She held your head against her chest, caressing and brushing your hair. Her holding you like this was very soothing.

"I am…" You whispered.

"You had a nightmare, I woke up when you were trashing in your sleep." Jan told you.

"Did I say anything?" You asked her.

"No, just mumbled a bit." Jan told you and continued. "Your heart was racing and your breathing was ragged. I tried to calm you down…"

You returned her hug and enjoyed the warmth of her touch. Closing your eyes again, you just enjoyed this feeling, this safety.

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>>5888296

"You had an anxiety attack, I had to hold you still." Jan said and kissed your brow.

"Thank you." You mumbled back to her. She had probably helped you to calm down in your sleep.

"Al… your eyes were open during this… they glowed with a green shade." Jan said to you with a tint of a concern in her voice.

You lifted your head off her chest and looked into her eyes.

"Are they still glowing?" You asked hurriedly.

"No, it disappeared when you calmed down." Jan said to you. "It wasn't normal."

You were glad to hear that and pressed your head against her neck.

"Thank you…" You whispered.

"What happened Al? That wasn't a normal nightmare if your eyes flared with Fel…" her voice was concerned.

Holding you tenderly and brushing your hair, you felt safe and calm under her embrace. You could stay like this forever.

"Please tell me… I want to help you Al…" Jan asked you.


>It was just a nightmare, you don't want to concern her more or tell her any details about the Fel.
>Tell her that you have seen nightmares since the incident. This isn't the first time.
>She should know a bit, the Fel is causing this. Your mind creates these nightmares as you don't accept it.
>Have Jandice learn about the nightmares, about Malevus Thing. Let her help you if she can.
>Other, write in.

QM: You succeeded in calming down with a little bit of help from Jandice.

>>5888298
>She should know a bit, the Fel is causing this. Your mind creates these nightmares as you don't accept it.
"Sorry, you shouldn't have had to see that."

Inb4 spill our guts wins

>>5888316
>support
>uh weren't we going to show her magic? Maybe we can ask her to look into fel taint.

>>5888298
>>She should know a bit, the Fel is causing this. Your mind creates these nightmares as you don't accept it.

>>5888316
>>5888459
+1 bring these up in conversation

>>5888459
Also to be honest. We should be using our blessed vial more. I still want to use it for sauna water. And use it to make our coffee everyday. I bet it would help us concentrate and purge the fel quicker. Iw wouldn't be against using to to make some camomile tea before bed. As a special fuck you to the fel beast in our head.

>>5888298
>>She should know a bit, the Fel is causing this. Your mind creates these nightmares as you don't accept it.

You took a deep breath and rolled on your back. Staring at the dark roof, you exhaled slowly.

"Since the incident I have had these nightmares." You told her while looking up. "For some reason my mind creates these dreams…"

Now it was Jan's turn to roll closer to you as she placed her head on your chest. Carefully caressing her head and feeling her wrap her hands and legs around you, you felt safe again.

"The Fel does something, I don't know what, but I don't want it." You said to her. "Sorry, you shouldn't have had to see that."

"Don't apologise, it is not your fault." Jan whispered back.

"I don't want to involve you in any of this." You told her. "But could you… if you know anything about Fel, when I show you what I have learned…"

You didn't get a chance to finish as Jan kissed you. Her smile was pleasant when he let her lips part yours.

"Of course, I won't pry further, I just don't want to see you hurt." She said to you.

"Thank you Jan…"

Kissing you again, the two of you let the passion run wild again.

…

…

…

You felt somewhat knackered. Bit too much wine the evening before. Then all the flirting back and forth had gotten both of you quite turned on which led into Jan's nails leaving scratch marks on your back. The nightmare and the passion that followed it early in the morning didn't help a bit.

Oh the irony of her wanting for you to sleep more.

"Alric, are you alright?" Malevus asked you as she made sure your clothes were all tidy.

"Just a bit tired, too much wine last night. Thank you for asking." You told her and stretched your back. "Are my clothes fine?"

"They are." Malevus told you. You chose to wear your normal clothes as armour would have been a bit too much, especially as you weren't going to join them in the field. "Are you going to do a speech?"

"Maybe a small one." You said to her. "You go first, I will check a couple of things first."

Your squire nodded and left your bedroom.

Closing your eyes, you took several deep breaths. It felt strange to see Malevus there all happy and energetic after your nightmares. The corpse of Malevus Thing was just like her, but horribly mutilated which bothered you. The previous times she had appeared had happened after you had used or demonstrated the Fel inside you. Now though you hadn't done anything like that and yet she appeared in your mind in the nightmare.

"Because I am you and you are me."

Opening your eyes and quickly turning around with a hand already ready to draw your sword, you found your bedroom empty.

"You are not me…" You mumbled and put on your stiff upper lip.

You had to go see your soldiers off, you didn't have time for anything like this. Yet you still couldn't shake the nagging feeling off your mind.

Either way, today would be a busy day. Better get to work then.


>1d20
>Best of three, taking the second roll

QM: Roll for the army and one other thing. 1d20 due to more options requiring a more even spread.

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>5888961

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>5888961
wew lad

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>5888961
Nice we got a 18

>>5888973

>18


Good rolls for everything, one pitfall avoided, but I do need another roll for the second roll. Let's see what happens if anything even happens. This roll is not for Alric.


>1d10
>Best of three

Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>5888990

Rolled 7 (1d10)

>>5888990

>>5888990

Rolled 7 (1d10)

>>5888990
>>5889014
My bad, fucked up my dice.

>>5889015
>>5889013
Nice rolls again anons.

>18
>18
>7


Your soldiers were milling outside the ground that had been their camp for a couple of weeks now. The tents had been taken down and the mules were all waiting to be laden with the equipment. Everything that could be done was ready.

"Any news?" You asked Normand.

"Nothing, soldiers from Tarren Mill had done a loop through the woods to warn the outlying farms and none had seen anything." He told you. He was wearing his old Alteraci plate mail.

"Good, good." You replied and watched the soldiers. "Can you get them in order, I would like to address them."

"I can, just a moment." He replied.

It didn't take long for the men to stand in formation. Ranks three deep, every soldier having the orange capes or cloaks with the black swooping falcon of Alterac embroidered on them. The pikemen had fixed orange strips of cloth on their pikes that fluttered in the wind. Only the archers had disregarded the orange cloaks, instead choosing dark green to brown robes just like Bill Rover had originally ordered them.

For you a horse cart had been moved in front of the men and climbing up, you could see nearly one hundred and fifty men in front of you. Only some footmen and the rogues were missing, as they were waiting for the main forces elsewhere.

"Today starts a new era in the history of Alterac. We are going to accomplish something my and your ancestors never couldn't accomplish. Strahnbrad Hills will be reclaimed and brought under direct Alteraci rule."

"Last year we marched there, defeated the Syndicate forces and showed the whole world that Alterac stood on her two feet and was proactive in reclaiming her lands from bandits and other threats. We showed them that our work is beneficial to everyone in bringing security and prosperity to the whole region."

"Now that work will be finished."

"As you march into Strahnbrad Hills be watchful where you step, for there could be still threats out there. Trolls could march down from the mountains, caves could have wicked beasts inside or remnants of the Syndicate forces who survived through the winter. It won't be easy, as much as they could work against us, the terrain itself is unforgiving. No wonder our ancestors could never accomplish what we will, but we are men of different breed. We will succeed."

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>>5889337

You kept a pause long for a purpose as you looked through the ranks one by one.

"I am frustrated that I cannot join you due to my health. I should be with you, marching ahead of the column, sharing the fires during the nights and the shieldwall in the battle. But I can't, so I feel like I have let you down." You told them, taking a bit of a different approach at the end of your speech. "You know your duty, your officers have their orders. In a week or two the rest of Strahnbrad Hills will be ours and the tools for the prosperity of Alterac are in our hands. With or without me you are going to accomplish that, I have my full trust in you. So go and make yourself a part of the history of Alterac, for we will succeed!"

"ALTERAC STANDS!"

…

You saw them off, shaking the hands of every man as they marched past you. That was the least you could do. Now everything was in their hands and you could only do but wait.

The field outside of Tarren Mill was empty, just a few locals lingered there who hadn't left back to their homes or work. Quite many had come to see the event, even Mayor Fowley who also had left back to the town hall.

"It was a good speech." Malevus told you.

"Thank you Malevus, hope it worked." You replied. Annoyingly it had been the soldiers who had been most taken back by your eyes and the rumours. Placing a bit of weight in terms of trust and emphasis in how historical this event was hopefully keeps the men motivated.

"What now my Prince?" Sir Gravis asked.

"Good question. It will take maybe a week till we hear anything, if we hear anything." You said and stretched your back.

You only had a few things that you should do in your mind. After that it is just waiting and busy work most likely.

"Alright, let's go back to work then." You told them and walked back towards the town. Now just what would you do today?


>Go see Father Hampton. He has given you good guidance before and maybe he could help you with the Fel.
>Have talks with Mayor Fowley regarding Darrowmere League. When and how to announce its existence.
>Krix Wiklish is still in the town. Speak with the goblin regarding the plans of constructing the oil rig.
>Other, write in.

QM: We enter a period of going through these things one per day. Showing the magic etc happens too of course, but doesn't require a vote.

Good rolls too. Your army had everything ready and done. One nasty event was also avoided, but I will let you guess what it was.

>>5889345
>Krix Wiklish is still in the town. Speak with the goblin regarding the plans of constructing the oil rig.

>>5889345
>Krix Wiklish is still in the town. Speak with the goblin regarding the plans of constructing the oil rig.
Also "When and how to announce its existence"? You really forgot that we already announced it, again, Medivh?

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>>5889375

I did remember it! But a proper launch ceremony/declaration that really hammers it home that "hey this thing is happening" hasn't happened. Many who know about it, don't yet care about it that much, because what has changed outwardly in Tarren Mill or elsewhere? Your men here before and now they will be here in the future?

I should have worded that better though, QM is sleepy...

>>5889345
>>Krix Wiklish is still in the town. Speak with the goblin regarding the plans of constructing the oil rig.

>>5889345
>>Go see Father Hampton. He has given you good guidance before and maybe he could help you with the Fel.


>>5887445
It might be ...... that the thing feels cornered by Alric actions/stance/answers. Thus more activity than usual, for see if it can find any weak point to exploit.

>>5888731
Not sure if it can be used that way since we use it for physical healing.

>>5889345
>Go see Father Hampton. He has given you good guidance before and maybe he could help you with the Fel.

>>5889345
>>Krix Wiklish is still in the town. Speak with the goblin regarding the plans of constructing the oil rig

>>5889345
>Go see Father Hampton. He has given you good guidance before and maybe he could help you with the Fel.

4-3 Wiklish wins! Can our goblin mechanic have a roll please. For goblin shenanigans of course!


>3d10, Best of three
>DC 20, Crit 27

Rolled 6, 3, 5 = 14 (3d10)

>>5889968
DICE!

Rolled 6, 3, 3 = 12 (3d10)

>>5889968

Rolled 8, 5, 3 = 16 (3d10)

>>5889968
goblin maxxing.

Rolled 3, 2, 1 = 6 (3d10)

>>5889968

>16


Uh oh! Nothing bad surely doesn't happen? Right?


>1d10
>Best of three

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>5890092
The dice! The dice I tell you!

Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>5890092

Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>5890092
Kaboom goes the goblin

>>5890212
Ffffs ya cursed us brah.

>>5890092
damn

>try to do magick
>everything fucks up
>try to do gobo science
>everthing fucks up

>16, Failure!
>4


When you enter Tarren Mill through its front gate, taking an immediate right turn you will find the stables built against the town wall. Going past the stables there are workshops and ironworkers who repair and fit horse and ox carts and beyond them are warehouses and the town granary. One of the warehouses had been rented by you as a place to store equipment and supplies for your men.

Now though the warehouse was half-empty and the goblin Krix Wiklish had turned it into his makeshift workshop, while waiting for his colleagues to arrive. And for you it would be smart to go check the goblin and what he is doing regularly, especially to ask how the preparations for the oil rig have started.

As you approached the warehouse, you saw its doors being open. Suddenly there was a great sputtering swoosh sound that finished with a window shaking bang. And next dark smoke left the warehouse through the door.

"By the Light!" You shouted. Your knights and few bystanders ran in to see what had happened.

When you reached the door, you saw that everything seemed to be alright. Just that the goblin and everything around him was covered in black soot.

"What the Fel happened here?" You asked as you pushed past your knights. "Is there a fire?"

"Doesn't look like it, but we will check." Sir Gravis said and gave you space.

"Master Wiklish, what did you do?" You asked the goblin who tried to clean his monocle without much success.

"Can't get the mixture to burn steadily." He said and sounded defeated. "It needs to burn at a constant rate, but it doesn't."

"What mixture?" You asked as curiosity won over Malevus who went to probe a log tied on a table. One end had a hole drilled into it.

"Rocket fuel of course!" Wiklish said and stared at Malevus. "That is the testing device for it."

"A log with a hole?" Malevus asked curiously.

"You fill the hole with the mixture and set it alight. The log should be sturdy enough to not splinter when things go sideways." Wiklish explained.

"Rockets? Are you trying to make rockets for me?" You asked him. "Those things dwarfs make that fly into the sky and go boom?"

You had heard about them, the dwarfs from Ironforge knew how to make them, but you had never seen them.

"Yes those, but without their plans and notes, I have to figure things out by myself. Test things out." Wiklish said to you.

"That is your weapon, your idea? Rockets?" You were somewhat unsure about this and it showed.

Wiklish saw your reaction and picked up a nearby broom to demonstrate, making it lean on a chair on an angle.

"You take a long stick, strap the rocket to one end with a bomb on top of it. You light the fuzes, the rocket propelles the stick through the air into your enemies where the bomb then… kaboooom!" Wiklish explained to you enthusiastically and mimicked the explosion with his hands and mouth. "Debris and dead enemies everywhere!"

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>>5891097

"Only thing I am seeing are soot and concerned locals everywhere." You said back to him.

"Prince Alric, this will work!" Wiklish said back to you.

"But before it works, I won't have a chance of you accidentally burning this warehouse and half of the town." You told the goblin sternly. "Next time you test this thing, you need to go out to the fields far enough from the town and the farms."

"Yes of course…" He said back somewhat hesitantly.

"Do you understand?" You continued sternly. "Or no funding."

"Yes, of course. Testing will happen outside." Wiklish stiffened up when he heard your ultimatum.

"Good, now how about the oil rig, have you started the work?" You asked and switched the subject.

"I have sent the messages, my colleagues should be arriving here in a couple of weeks." Wiklish told you.

"And what will you do meanwhile?" You asked. "Outside of the rockets?"

"I will source the materials, logs, nails and tar so on so on." Wiklish said. "When Master Blacksteel returns, we can start gathering what we need."

"Alright, sounds good." You said back. If things go as planned, you don't mind him developing the rockets in the meantime.

"Prince Alric, I do need to ask something." Wiklish said to you?

"What is it?"

"Regarding the rockets, could I hire some assistants? Take some of the migrants that arrived? I could use more hands." Wiklish asked you. "Helps things progress faster."

Having just seen how the mixture failed, the testing and building of the rockets seems a somewhat dangerous process. How many workers could you seriously spare to him?


Total Resources:
0 Wealth, +15 per season
20 Supplies, -6 per season
85 Peasants

>20 Peasants
>10 Peasants
>5 Peasants
>Use the prisoners from the camp instead
>None, can't risk them getting injured

QM: No breakthrough in development, just plenty of soot and bunch of scared locals.

>>5891099
>>10 Peasants
Just make them understand what they are going to do, and ensure they know their job Wiklish. More workers will be given later on, maybe.

>>5891099
>you're free to hire as many that volunteer. (We'll pay his assistants)
>this so we don't get blamed for forcing people to work with the goblin or in frequent near maiming experiences.

There's probably some crazy humans or even other goblins around. Maybe we could suggest that wilkish writes some letters to old colleagues and offers them jobs.

>>5891099
>10 Peasants
Just make sure they stay safe

>>5891226
Forgot to say we need our warlock to vet them first. Corporate espionage will fuck up our plans.

>>5891099
>>10 Peasants

>>5891099
>>10 Peasants
Hazard Pay included! or something.

Ten peasants, Alric is seriously starting to consider forming Office of Safety and Health of Alterac. Now though could I have a roll for returning fan favourite, the weather.


>1d10
>Best of three

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>5891998

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>5891998

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>5891998

>>5891998
lol

>>5891998
Finally caught up to the caught, it's been wild reading the archives.
Points:
-Finders fee awarded to Jandice identifying the oil field to Alterac? We haven't profited from it yet so monetary compensation seems premature plus she's a rich Barov, but it seems honest.
-What happened to the camp of Blackrock demon summoners who stole peasants? I hope the land there was salted and light-consecrated.
-Patrol boats up and down Darrowmere River watching for gnolls, in addition to the trade cog, seems a damn good idea when it can be afforded. It keeps the neighbours honest.
-Need to do more with that iron mine. If Alterac has a surplus of trees, then we could make charcoal and steel mills and sell that to the Alliance Naval Base, if the tech of day allows this. Warcraft 2 blacksmith upgrade had steel as tier 2 weapons and armor, before mithril.
-Captain Garside needs a promotion to Colonel, and Cromwell needs to become a Captain as Garside approaches retirement.
-Church of the Light are doing us and Father Hampton a disservice by not giving a fulltime cleric, but Hampton is the best option for us really.


Solid quest, thanks for a wonderful read Medivh and looking forward to more.

>>5892906
caught up to latest, tch.

"You can hire them, but make it very clear that they are working on something very dangerous." You told the goblin. "How many do you realistically need?"

"Dozen or so?" Wiklish replied.

"You get ten."

"Thank you Prince Alric." He said back to you.

"Now then, get most of the soot cleaned, I want to know more about the oil rig and the materials." You said to him.

…

>6


You spent the morning with the still mostly soot covered goblin going over the plans. Wood would be transported from your lumberyards, nails and other iron consumables made by the blacksmith in Dawnholme or purchased elsewhere.

Really the biggest difficulty would be transporting all the things that are needed to where the oil rig will be built. But even if that is a laborious task, there is little that oxen cannot be used to pull behind them.

When midday arrived, so did the clouds. A slight drizzle covered Tarren Mill, the first sign of the spring rains.

It was an annoying timing, but the rains had already been a bit late. The farmers would be happy about this, but everyone else not so much. Guards covered themselves with their cloaks, those with stalls outside threw tarps over them to protect their goods. It wouldn't take long for the central road to turn into a muddy field.

You just hoped that the rain wouldn't turn into any worse as it could then make the job of your soldiers a harder task.

…

"Malevus, here are a bunch of letters. See that they are sent post-haste." You said to her and gave her the letters you had already finished before.

Your squire took the small pile of letters from you.

"A lot of writing." She mentioned.

"Yes, a lot has happened." You replied and leaned back on the chair.

You had written the letter to Calia as well, asking for her health and how she had been, while telling her what you had been doing lately. She must have heard the rumours and the news about your 'poisoning' and you told her that you were mostly fine now, you were on a road to full recovery.

But you didn't dare to tell her the truth, if she was still sick and in bad health, she didn't need any more bad news or things that shook her. Neither did you tell her about Jandice, it would be uncouth to do so right now. Her mind needed only good news and while getting 'poisoned' wasn't exactly that, you recovering from it was.

"Alric, could I ask you something?" Malevus suddenly asked you.

"What is it?" You were curious about what was in her mind.

Malevus put the letters on a table and thought for a few seconds.

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>>5892995

"Is there anything going on between you and Lady Jandice?" Malevus asked. "I have just noticed that the two of you are spending a lot of time together?"

"You want to know that?" You asked and was a bit surprised. You thought that people wouldn't notice anything this fast.

"I am just wondering if you are talking about business or some cooperation between you and her family?" Malevus said to you.

Oh. She hadn't noticed anything yet.

"Or is there something… more." Malevus gave you a questioning look.

Darn. She might have noticed something. What would you tell her? The relationship you have with Jandice is supposed to be a secret after all. Maybe tell Malevus something small that while true, doesn't give the full picture? Maybe she should know, you trust her after all.


>As close neighbours it is important to foster good relationships between us and them. The Barovs could be important allies to us.
>Dinners and spending time riding are things nobles and royalties do. Part of this job so to speak.
>She has promised to help me with my magic while she is still here, you have been discussing and planning that.
>Tell her the truth, you and her are lovers. Malevus as your squire and bodyguard should maybe know about it.
>Other, write in.

QM: How much to tell? Also sorry, I've been quite busy so it took me a bit too long to write this. I might get another update out later if there are enough votes for it.

>>5892906

Hey welcome and happy to hear that you have enjoyed this Quest and my writing.

>>5892996
>>Tell her the truth, you and her are lovers. Malevus as your squire and bodyguard should maybe know about it.

>>5892996
>Tell her the truth, you and her are lovers. Malevus as your squire and bodyguard should maybe know about it.
alrics been naughty.

>>5892996
>She has promised to help me with my magic while she is still here, you have been discussing and planning that.
I mean it's technically the truth?
I don't think we should just tell her something this personal, especially without Jandice agreeing.
Also I don't want Malevus to be dissapointed in us.

>>5892906
>finder fee
Maybe
>camp
Raleigh probably cleaned the taint, and it was likely looted by us
>boats
Definetly though some buildings are becoming a big priority for me. Like the.... townhall.
- Definetly good idea. Yes we have ton of wood and the hills have even more
- Promotions after the campaign end, we did promotions not too long ago
- yeah Hampton is going to run between the two, and then he is going to run between the 4 with Stonedon (vassal village) and Shoredon (currently a fortified camp we made near the river, but we can make it in a small river port probably). We could ask again, press or throw a donation (hehe) at the church for a priest if we want. See their reaction.
Also welcome

>>5892996
>>Tell her the truth, you and her are lovers. Malevus as your squire and bodyguard should maybe know about it.

>>5892996
>As close neighbours it is important to foster good relationships between us and them. The Barovs could be important allies to us.
>Dinners and spending time riding are things nobles and royalties do. Part of this job so to speak.
>She has promised to help me with my magic while she is still here, you have been discussing and planning that.

All of these are true, though the magic is still being kept low. If her family was in town then Alric would probably be spending time making nice with them too, to improve neighbourly relations and find common ground.

>>5892996
>>As close neighbours it is important to foster good relationships between us and them. The Barovs could be important allies to us.
>>Dinners and spending time riding are things nobles and royalties do. Part of this job so to speak.
>>She has promised to help me with my magic while she is still here, you have been discussing and planning that.
I dont see it wise to tell her about our relationship with Jandice. Other three options yes, but not that.

I will write the update in a couple of hours, so before that I would like to have a tiebreaker as we have a tie between telling her about being lovers and telling her everything else, but that.

>>5894072
>support
>>5892996

"It is part of my job so to speak. Maintaining a good relationship with our neighbours is a must." You told Malevus and continued. "If it means going out for rides or having dinners, then that needs to be done. Surely during your time with Master Voren'thal, he hosted many visitors of status?"

"He did, you are right." Malevus said back. "I just…"

"Thought that there is more to this?" You asked and raised your eyebrows.

"Well…" a shade of red started to creep on her cheeks.

"There is, she is going to give me pointers on magic." You told her.

"Magic? But wasn't that supposed to be a secret?"

"She is an archmage, it didn't take long for her to realise that something had changed." You said and feigned annoyance. "And when she learned, of course she was surprised, but then she wanted to help me."

"Archmage giving you some advice…" Malevus mused aloud.

"Lady Jandice probably feels like she wants to pay back what I did in Durnholde, if I were to guess." You told her.

Malevus nodded and picked the letters.

"Then I will leave you with her. You better listen to Lady Jandice, don't miss this opportunity Alric." Malevus said to you.

"I won't miss this." You replied. "Tomorrow after breakfast, prepare yourself for sparring, I want to get these feet working."

"Understood, good night then."

"Good night Malevus."

Your redheaded long-eared squire left your bedroom. She had grown a lot as a person under your service and you did feel like she was one of your best friends. A genuinely nice person, not a single bad bone in her body. That is why it did feel a bit off to lie to her, well not tell her the whole truth. But promises were promises, your relationship with Jandice was supposed to be a secret. It would probably be smart to be a bit more careful when in public with her.

You stood up and walked to the window. The drizzle coloured the sky grey and red as the last rays of the sun tried to pierce through it. Your army was out there somewhere, everything was in their hands now.

…

"There, done." Jan said to you as she put the brush and the small jar of blue paint away.

"Thanks Jan." You said back. The elven sigils had started to fade away so you had asked her help to reapply them, it was difficult for you to reach behind your back after all.

"Impressive to see this actually in work." She said to you.

"And forbidden by your people." You replied as you stood up and picked the gnoll necklace and put it around your neck.

Jan looked at you and was a bit amused. Seeing you stand there wearing only your braies and the necklace, being covered in blue sigils and having the draconic glyphs over your heart and chest. You had smartly chosen to brush your hair before coming into her room.

"Like what you see?" You teased her.

"Al… this is supposed to be a serious moment… though you do look rather handsome." Jan replied and stifled a chuckle.

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>>5894403

"Oh behave… but where do we start?" You asked her.

"Show me what you have learned first, then we can talk more." Jan replied to you.

Alright, what you have learned which to be honest wasn't much. You could just show her how you can light a candle or create a small fire above your palm. Maybe go where the troubles started and light a fire into the hearth where logs already were waiting.


>Light a few candles, Jandice should get a solid idea of your skills with that.
>Create a small fire above your palm, a more impressive trick.
>Set the wood in the hearth on fire, a hard task, but you believe you can do it.
>Other, write in

Use Fel to strengthen your magic:
>Yes
>No

>>5894404
>>Create a small fire above your palm, a more impressive trick.
Last time we made in fire inside an hearth......

>No

>>5894404
>>Create a small fire above your palm, a more impressive trick.

>No

>>5894404
>Create a small fire above your palm, a more impressive trick.

>Yes
We started trying to spend the Fel away remember?

>>5894471
>support
We can ask her hypothetically speaking if you could burn off "fel" if you tinged your magic with it.

>>5894404
>Light a few candles, Jandice should get a solid idea of your skills with that.
Use Fel to strengthen your magic:
>Yes
Warn Jandice first that the intent is trying to expel the Fel energy accumulation within Alric.

>>5894404
>>Create a small fire above your palm, a more impressive trick.
>No

Small fire and no Fel! You shouldn't fail this roll, but let's keep the chance for it to happen open.


>3d10, Best of four
>DC 12, Crit 20

Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>5894902

Rolled 4, 2, 10 = 16 (3d10)

>>5894902

>>5894916

3d10, not 1d10. Please reroll

Rolled 5, 7, 10 = 22 (3d10)

>>5894935
kay

>>5894902

Rolled 8, 7, 2 = 17 (3d10)

>>5894902
We will master flamestrike with a crit fail

Rolled 1, 7, 9 = 17 (3d10)

>>5894902

>22, Crit Success!


No Fel, not now. If using it caused you nightmares, you didn't really want to see them again.

"Alright, I have learned something that I could show you. Not much, but it is still something." You said to her.

Checking that there was no carpet, just wooden floor beneath you just in case, you extended your right arm palm open.

Then with just a single deep breath, a small egg sized flame appeared above your open palm.

For a moment the flame had the green tint before returning back to normal. The flames licked upwards, dripping small droplets of liquid flame on your hand where they fizzled out in seconds. It didn't take that much concentration to keep this flame alive, but you knew not to push yourself too far.

Closing your palm the fire disappeared nearly just as quickly.

"Incredible, just incredible." Jan said to you. "Less than half-year and you can create fire and have it under control like that."

"It has taken a lot of studying." You replied.

"Incredible to see the sigils working, at the same time it shows me why they were made forbidden." Jan became more serious when she finished.

"Control of magic." You said.

"Control of magic, Kirin Tor would be livid if everyone was using these methods." Jan said and continued. "That being said a legion of magi would love to study you, I am witnessing something from history brought back into life."

"I prefer not being a test subject, thank you very much." You said with a smile.

"But I did see something." Jan said and was still serious.

"The green tint, yeah Fel leaks when I cast my limited magic." You told her and continued. "I intend to burn the Fel away when I return back home, if it is possible, I don't want it in me."

Jan gave you a look before turning towards a bundle of spruce twigs that were in a vase. It wasn't the flower season after all. Then she did something you hadn't expected at all.

With a wave of her hand the spruce twigs withered and died. Then a green light bathed the room as a small ball of Fel shone brightly like a sun above her hand before disappearing and allowing the room to return to normal.

"We aren't supposed to know or learn about Fel, but in practice we have to. You can't send a wet behind the ears mage to deal with warlocks or worse, it has to be us the archmages." Jandice told you and continued. "We have to learn how to protect ourselves and others."

She walked to you and placed her hand on your chest. Her touch was warm and assuring.

"I can't really teach you how to do it, I know only a little, but I know that Fel can be controlled and you can protect yourself from it. Same way as with all other magic, you need to be in charge, not it." Jan said to you and again continued. "Whoever your teacher is, they know what they are doing. Ask them for advice and I believe you will be fine."

"Thank you… Jan." You replied.

"I know it worries your mind, but everything will be fine." Jan said. "I believe in you."

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>>5895320

Awkward silence fell over the two of you as she withdrew her hand off your chest.

"Let's not waste time standing here then, what did you want to learn?" Jan asked you.

"I was thinking of something simple, something suitable for a beginner." You said to her.

You had only a couple of days remaining with her so everything overtly complex was out of the window. And besides, you should learn the basics first before trying to reach further.

"Something suitable for a beginner? I have something in mind." Jan replied back to you.


>Arcane writing, using mana as an ink and learning how to write on any surface, including on air. Synergy with Draconic?
>Magelight, a small orb of light that…well provides light. THE utility spell.
>Go all in with the fire. Jandice should be able to help you with it.
>Ask Jandice to teach you about the illusions of hers.
>Other, write in.

QM: Progress! Now what next?

>>5895323
>Arcane writing, using mana as an ink and learning how to write on any surface, including on air. Synergy with Draconic?
Im happy with any but Im curious about this one.

>>5895323
>>Arcane writing, using mana as an ink and learning how to write on any surface, including on air. Synergy with Draconic?

>>5895323
Detect Magic?

I want our own swirly ball spell!
https://wowpedia.fandom.com/wiki/Detect_Magic

Or this as a secondary nomination
>Arcane writing, using mana as an ink and learning how to write on any surface, including on air. Synergy with Draconic?

>>5895323
>>Magelight, a small orb of light that…well provides light. THE utility spell.

>>5895323
>Detect Magic
Or
>Magelight, a small orb of light that…well provides light. THE utility spell.
We can learn the writing when we know more draconic and we can use the glyphs. Before that magic lantern or learning how to spot magic have priority, especially from our safety pov. If we could spot magical threats, we can geek them before they geek us.

Arcane writing wins barely against the Detect Magic. Could Alric have some rolls on how fast he will learn it.


>3d10, Best of four
>DC 15, 20, 25, Crit 28

Rolled 2, 5, 7 = 14 (3d10)

>>5896245

Rolled 3, 1, 7 = 11 (3d10)

>>5896245
im not feeling lucky.

Rolled 6, 3, 4 = 13 (3d10)

>>5896245
Roll bad!

Rolled 2, 5, 7 = 14 (3d10)

>>5896245

How. 3d10 Best of Four DC15 should be a chance of 98.46% and Alric still failed.

Fuck that, give Alric one more roll! It is fancy finger painting, it shouldn't be this hard!

Rolled 9, 4, 3 = 16 (3d10)

>>5896373
I keep telling you QM, the probabilities are lies!

>>5896381

>16

I guess you are right, but goddamn this was difficult. Starting to write now.

>16, Success!


Jan suggested that she could teach you arcane writing, that is using your mana instead of ink.

While it doesn't sound overly fancy, the applications for it are quite numerous. Being able to write when not having ink, ability to write invisible text, ability to write on any surface including on air, the writing being weatherproof and so on and so on. But for you what made this interesting was the fact that you were studying Draconic and knowing that the glyphs have power, maybe this could be the way to learn how to harness it?

So the plan was simple, each evening Jan would teach you the absolute basics and then in your free time you would practise alone. She hoped that you would learn this trick before she has to leave, but having seen how you had mastered creating a fire in under six months, surely this shouldn't be that hard?

Right. Right?

…

Your fingers were still tingling as you grabbed the wooden training sword. Last night you had some serious difficulties at learning arcane writing, causing both you and Jandice to get frustrated before calling it a day and concentrating on more satisfactory things to do.

At least you had managed to create a smear on paper, but that's it.

The yard behind the barracks was muddy and neither you nor Malevus wanted to get thrown or end up slipping in the mud. Mostly the goal today was to get some light exercise and get your body accustomed with daily sparring.

"Are you ready Malevus?" You asked her and noticed her having taken a longsword instead of her usual sword and board combo. "Trying something new?"

"When you were bedridden, the knights insisted that I should learn how to fight with this." Malevus said to you. "They call it versatility."

"Well they are right about that. Now though let's take this easy." You said and took a low ready stance.

You had opted to wear your black arming jacket and trousers. Now with some padding getting hit wouldn't hurt, at least not too much.


>3d10, Best of three
>DC 10, Crit 18

Rolled 2, 7, 6 = 15 (3d10)

>>5896445
>Inb4 dice

Rolled 8, 3, 3 = 14 (3d10)

>>5896445

Rolled 5, 1, 6 = 12 (3d10)

>>5896445

>15, Success!


Thankfully neither of you took this too seriously, instead telegraphing your strikes and movements so that the other can react to them. The fluidity and correct performance triumphed over the want to win.

And it was the right choice, your movement was still stiff as the wooden longswords rhythmically impacted on each other. Several local footmen stayed to watch as Malevus and you went through different stances and ripostes to them.

In the end you were slightly winded. This was a start and you would build on this with time.

As the day passed into the afternoon, you had spent some time trying to make sense of arcane writing with some success. If you concentrated really hard, you could draw an uneven line on paper.

Progress!

But you knew you had other things to do as well today, people to meet and things to discuss.


>Have a talk with Mayor Fowley about the Darrowmere League. Maybe you should hold a feast for local burghers and traders?
>Go see Father Hampton. He has given you good guidance before and maybe he could help you with the Fel.
>Other, write in.

QM: What are these rolls? Two options now remaining and write in if you have any other ideas. Choose one for what you will do today.

>>5896494
>>Have a talk with Mayor Fowley about the Darrowmere League. Maybe you should hold a feast for local burghers and traders?

>>5896494
>Go see Father Hampton. He has given you good guidance before and maybe he could help you with the Fel.

>>5896571
>>5896494
>support

>>5896494
>Go see Father Hampton. He has given you good guidance before and maybe he could help you with the Fel.

It's been too long since Hampton was seen.
Though discussing the league has important implications. I think Alric should ask Hampton's opinion on the local lords too, he would surely have his own thoughts as the local Church of Light minister.

>>5896494
>>Go see Father Hampton. He has given you good guidance before and maybe he could help you with the Fel.
Yeah we should go and meet with Hampton, it has been way too long of a time since the last time.

>>5896494
>Go see Father Hampton. He has given you good guidance before and maybe he could help you with the Fel.

It had started to rain again. Wind threw light drizzle against the window, alerting you of the need to take a cloak to outside. Pulling the Robe of Obfuscation round your shoulders and taking your cane, you made your way downstairs where Malevus was already waiting for you.

During your stay in here now that your army had left, for your security you had Sir Gravis and the knights follow you or stay nearby when you were out. Malevus of course followed you everywhere, but the Royal Foot Guards had a more passive role this time. Two of them stayed downstairs at Orange Prince, two at the front gate and two at the back gate while the remaining four were resting.

Pulling the hood over your head, it and the rain muffled the sounds around you. The central street across Tarren Mill to the church was mostly empty of people, just a couple men going around their duties. Some stopped to watch as you made your way surrounded by the knights and Malevus.

Yet you had this nagging feeling at the back of your head that something wasn't right.

Looking around, your eyes scanned the surroundings and when they found one of the men who had stopped to see what was going on, you recognised him. The well dressed gentleman from two days ago.

He then nodded to you and somehow you knew you were in danger.


>3d10, Best of three
>DC12, 20, Crit 25

QM: The mystery rolls from some time ago.

Rolled 2, 5, 5 = 12 (3d10)

>>5897605
Oh no, not more dice rolls!

Rolled 5, 3, 10 = 18 (3d10)

>>5897605
Qm wants to kill us clearly.

Rolled 5, 1, 10 = 16 (3d10)

>>5897605

>18, Success!

>>5897623

I am not that mean!

Now though could I have rolls for Sir Gravis, Knights and Malevus with the d10s and DCs in that order as well. I will add the d10s together from the rolls for final results. For example the previous rolls would have given us 12, 9 and 25.


>3d10, Best of three
>DC12, 13, 14, Crit 22

Rolled 7, 2, 3 = 12 (3d10)

>>5897693
> I am not that mean!
But the dice are.

>>5897607
>>5897696
>12,12. Plus all the other bullshit already discussed.
Point proven

Rolled 1, 2, 4 = 7 (3d10)

>>5897693
QM plz the dice are trying to kill us!

Rolled 4, 7, 5 = 16 (3d10)

>>5897693
Nat 30 go

>>5897732
Well at least it's 3 degrees of success now. We aren't gonna lose a knight hopefully or have an injured malevus

Rolled 4, 1, 9 = 14 (3d10)

>>5897696

This seems to be the case. Really mediocre rolls!

>18, Success!
>7+1+4=12, Success!
>2+2+7=11, Failure!
>3+4+5=12, Failure!

You and Sir Gravis need to pull your weight now as knights and Malevus are surprised.

I am rolling once for opposition.

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>>5897783
Malevus passed the DC of 14 with a roll of 16, no?
But this probably just means she drew the sword from scabbard when Gravis did and no actual action.

>>5898787
medivh counted the dice vertically, like columns
first roll of each = gravis
second roll of each = knights
third roll of each = malevus

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>18, Success!
>12, Success!
>11, Failure!
>12, Failure!


Assassins!

An arrow flew right past your face, hitting Thomas on his breastplate and splintering into dozens of pieces.

You grabbed the surprised knight and pulled him in between you and where the arrow flew from.

“Protect the Prince!” Sir Gravis shouted and quickly put on his barbute.

Arrows flew past you, hitting the knights on their plate or scattering past your feet hitting the muddy ground.

The knights quickly put their bodies between you and the perceived threat, archers taking their stand above a parked horse cart, their orange bandanas covering their faces.

Syndicate!

“Quick inside!” Sir Gravis shouted again as he instructed Thomas to break a door open and get you away from the incoming arrow fire.

With a crash the knight broke through the door, not even trying to open it normally. Sir Gravis dragged you in from your shoulders, making sure that both Empleton and him were in front of you.

Malevus had pulled her shield out and placed it in front of her, a trio of arrows now sticking on it. She just concentrated on protecting herself, not being able to be of much help right now.

Entering the building, you found it to be a linen and cloth store. The woman inside panicked and ran into the backroom while arrows broke through the window, pincushioning the rolls of cloth inside.

“Aagh!” Joe shouted, an arrow having pierced the mail skirt and punctured into his buttocks.

“Malevus, get him inside!” Sir Gravis shouted orders again as an arrow hit him square on his helmet, deflecting harmlessly aside.

The knights and Malevus scampered to get inside the store as arrows rained upon them and when finally everyone was inside, you could catch some breath.

“Malevus, see to Joe, we will handle this.” You told her as you took cover behind the counter and looked over it through the now broken window. She would be occupied with that for now.

Four men were standing on the horse cart, there were also at least seven men approaching the cloth store, one of them wearing a breastplate. Their leader?

The archers kept loosing arrows as two other men lifted a brazier on the horse cart and started to hand arrows to them. Not normal arrows, as the archers lit them on fire with the brazier before loosing them at you.

Four fire arrows struck the building, three of them getting through the broken window and one hitting a bundle of cloth. Empleton quickly snatched the arrow and stomped on it to extinguish it, preventing the fire from catching.

“Damn it, they are trying to burn us alive.” Sir Gravis said.

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>>5899174

A second volley of arrows flew in, one hitting Empleton without much effect, but the rest hitting things that were more or less flammable. You wouldn’t have much time till the store would catch on fire.

You didn’t have your armour which made you vulnerable to arrrows, but you had your Cinder Sword and the Robe of Obfuscation. You could escape from the backdoor and have the Syndicate assassins chase you, or you could face them. They knew that you were inside, but they couldn’t see you which means that Robe of Obfuscation could work, it would avert their eyes. If you were to wrap the robe around you, you could slip outside and catch them completely unaware, giving your knights a chance to charge out and fight them. An opening that could win you the battle. But was it too dangerous?


>Backdoor! Or a window there, get out of the building and let them chase you while you wait for reinforcements.
>Use the Robe of Obfuscation and target the archers, take out the fire support and prevent the building from catching fire. Or you getting pincushioned.
>Use the Robe of Obfuscation and target the armed men. Surprise their hired muscles and even the numbers for your knights to deal with
>Use the Robe of Obfuscation and cut off the head of their leader. Without the leadership, the rabble should fall fast.
>Other, write in.

QM: The earlier roll with sparring helps you here, you know that your legs carry you.

>>5898787
>>5898799

Correct, I was just unclear as usual.

>>5899179
Who is the most isolated of the opposition? If we decapitated them while no one was looking the robe would still keep us hidden right QM?

>>5899183

The moment you pull out the Cinder Sword and start whacking people with it, they are going to notice it. Basically Robe of Obfuscation gives you an opening to deliver uninterrupted opening strike. Though most isolated are the archers and their helpers at the back.

>>5899179
>Use the Robe of Obfuscation and target the archers, take out the fire support and prevent the building from catching fire. Or you getting pincushioned.

Time to return to being a bamf

>>5899184
Im thinking that, like a stealth game, if we kill someone from a hidden position while no one is looking, they wouldn't notice us but that's not the case is that right? If so, then:
>Backdoor! Or a window there, get out of the building and let them chase you while you wait for reinforcements.
How did no one notice this many strange bozos in this small town anyway? Were they all living here undercover?

>>5899179
>>Use the Robe of Obfuscation and target the archers, take out the fire support and prevent the building from catching fire. Or you getting pincushioned.

>>5899179
>>5898799
Thanks, it does makes sense that you used each column of rolls for each character.

>Backdoor! Or a window there, get out of the building and let them chase you while you wait for reinforcements.

>Use the Robe of Obfuscation and target the archers, take out the fire support and prevent the building from catching fire. Or you getting pincushioned.
Nominating attacking the horse cart. Archers might be elsewhere but we can cleave our way to success then use cart for cover.

>>5899283
>Use the Robe of Obfuscation and target the archers, take out the fire support and prevent the building from catching fire. Or you getting pincushioned.
Sorry double copied. Confirming this is my nomination.

>>5899179
>>Use the Robe of Obfuscation and target the archers, take out the fire support and prevent the building from catching fire. Or you getting pincushioned.

Geeking the archers. The roll is for how successful Alric will be.


>3d10, Best of three
>DC 14, 20, Crit 25

Rolled 6, 4, 1 = 11 (3d10)

>>5899928
May the death of these archers sate RNGs bloodlust.

Rolled 1, 6, 4 = 11 (3d10)

>>5899928
DICE!!!

Rolled 7, 1, 8 = 16 (3d10)

>>5899928
30 get

>>5899961
Well at least we aren't dead...

i can't believe alric is dead

Rolled 6, 1, 7 = 14 (3d10)

>>5899990

Rip Alric, it was a good run lads. Rolling for the assassins.

>16, Success!


“I will get you an opening.” You told Sir Gravis. “You will know when to charge out and deal with the rest of them.”

You glanced around, Sir Gravis, Empleton and Thomas were all skilled and most importantly armoured knights. What they were facing were armed, but not armoured men. You just needed to create an opening for them, to prevent this store from burning down.

“Prince Alric, what are you planning?” Sir Gravis asked hurriedly.

“You will see.” You told him and wrapped the Robe of Obfuscation around you and pulled the hood over your head.

“Prince Alric!” Sir Gravis nearly shouted to you as you took steps towards the broken down door.

Your cane fell on the floor with a clank as you stepped out of the store. Observing the Syndicate assassins approaching you and your knights, not a single one of them realised that you had just slipped out. Another volley of fire arrows flew past you and you knew that the time was now limited.

As you walked past them, you crossed in front of their supposed leader, his eyes averting away from you unconsciously. The robe was working.

The four archers stood on the cart, their vantage point off the ground, but not from your reach. You circled around the cart to get behind them and standing next to the two assistants, you knew it was now your time to act.

With a single clean motion you drew the Cinder Sword, the grey blade shedding embers and steam as rain caught the hot metal. One of the two assistants handing the archers more arrows realised that their target was suddenly in their midst. But his realisation was already too late to help anyone.

Grasping the hilt with both hands, you swung the sword horizontally from right to left, the blade cutting through leather, flesh and bone without stopping. You allowed your movement to flow as you turned towards the surprised man, raising the Cinder Sword above your head and bringing it down aimed at the man’s head.

Cinder Sword cut through the leather cap like it wasn’t there, cleaving the man’s head and face in two in a gruesome testament of the blade’s magical sharpness. Exiting at the throat, you pulled the blade close to you, drawing arterial blood with it over your face and clothes.

The two archers you had slashed at first now realised that something had happened as their legs couldn’t support them anymore. Having severed them at the shins, the two men fell on the cart screaming in pain.

One man was thoroughly dead, two were going to die in a couple of moments from shock and blood loss. And it had just taken you two seconds. The remaining two archers now realised that something was going on, reaching for their swords as did the second assistant who tried to draw his own sword.

Oh they didn’t know that they were already dead.

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>>5900247


>Cut down the assistant quickly before he can draw his sword.
>The two archers are still standing on the cart and could pose a serious threat. Take them out first.
>Be on defence and cut the first man who tries to attack you down.
>Other, write in.

QM: Magical weapons are dangerous as hell

>>5900250
Who's the closest? Target that guy.

>>5900250
>>The two archers are still standing on the cart and could pose a serious threat. Take them out firs

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>>5900250
>The two archers are still standing on the cart and could pose a serious threat.

>>5900004
Coming up next on Malevus quest

>>5900250
>Shout for your knights Rally to me!
>hope our elite guards hear our shout.
>kill the archers
>try to put the wagon between us and the assistant

>>5900250
>>The two archers are still standing on the cart and could pose a serious threat. Take them out first.

>>5900468
this is also a cool suggestion, if we can work it.

The archers first and getting the attention of the knights. Could Alric have some rolls?


>3d10, Best of three
>DC 15, 20, Crit 25

Rolled 2, 8, 9 = 19 (3d10)

>>5900933

Rolled 4, 2, 9 = 15 (3d10)

>>5900933
Nat 3, watch.

someone crit and save us from mediocrity

Rolled 7, 1, 10 = 18 (3d10)

>>5900933

Rolled 3, 4, 7 = 14 (3d10)

Rolling for the assassins now

>19, Success!


Taking a step back, you knew you had to deal with the archers quickly before they had a chance to act. There were just a couple obstacles for you to deal with first now that they were alerted.

Taking a step back, your eyes caught one of the men whose legs you had cut underneath him reaching for his blade. A quick slash later his head was severed off his body and rolled on the muddy ground.

“ALTERAC STANDS!” You shouted as you stepped on the backstep of the cart and pushed yourself up.

Immediately you had to deflect a sword strike away from you. Then a second and a third one. Catching the archers sword with the guard of your own, with a grunt you pushed it away just in time to block a strike aimed at your feet by the assistant on the ground.

Three to one, no surprise behind you anymore. Yet you didn’t feel like you were in danger, the excitement of being in a battle driving you forward.

The archer tried to slash at you, but this time you deflected the blade away and immediately went for a riposte. Cinder Sword shed embers as metal hit metal and with a twist of your wrist, it skimmed past the guard and pushed into the man’s arm. With a scream as his arm was split in two, the man dropped his sword and this gave you another opening to lunge forward. Cinder Sword cut into his throat and slashing down the blade cut his chest open.

The man dropped dead like a sack of wheat, causing the second archer and the assistant to hesitate a bit. Four done, two to go.

The lull didn’t last long as both men went on an offensive, forcing you to block and deflect attacks from two directions. You knew you couldn’t sustain this that much longer, without your armour you couldn’t afford any mistakes. Again though you didn’t feel like you were in danger, in fact for the first time in a long time you felt alive. The thrill of a battle, courage flowing in your veins, your legs didn’t feel that sluggish. You felt like you could live on forever.

Oh they tried to assassinate the wrong bloody Prince. You were smiling.

Kicking the brazier, you send the hot charcoals all over the horse cart. Several fire arrows were accidentally lit and the archer had to take several steps back, giving you a bit more room.

The fire gave you an idea, maybe you could set the man on fire with your magic? He was mostly dry and now there was a lot of fire and charcoal around him. Yes, this could work and his compatriots seeing one of theirs on fire probably would unnerve them a lot

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>>5901444


>Strike the archer down with the Cinder Sword as quickly as possible. No tricks are needed.
>Go for a gruesome killing blow, his compatriots could lose their nerves when they see him getting cut in two.
>Light the man on fire with your magic. Create a fire within his clothes and burn him alive.
>Other, write in.

Do you use Fel:
>Yes
>No

Mana: 1/1
Fel: 1/1

QM: Introduction to magic in combat. The numbers indicate how many times you can perform magic in combat. Currently you can do it only once with your own Mana, but you can either boost the power and potency of the spell with Fel, or use Fel to cast the spell instead. At the moment Alric will prefer to use his own Mana first so Fel, if not used to boost the magic, can be used to cast a spell for a second time.

Also this was the third 14 that I rolled in a row for the assassins. Alric isn't the only one being ultra mediocre here.

>>5901447
>Strike the archer down with the Cinder Sword as quickly as possible. No tricks are needed.
Lets not expose our magic skills like this and brutalizing just doesnt seem very alric.

>>5901447
>Strike the archer down with the Cinder Sword as quickly as possible. No tricks are needed.
Going out of our way to butcher someone is unnecessary. Just try to kill them and if they happen to be butchered then great! If not, they're dead anyway!

Also, if we're gonna use magic on anyone it's going to be the most heavily armored guy.

>>5901502
>>5901447
>support
>Yell at the last one surrender or you'll be cut down like a dog.

>>5901580
We don't need to yell that, they already know it. Also where is our back up? Fighting those seven guys I presume?

>>5901447
>>Strike the archer down with the Cinder Sword as quickly as possible. No tricks are needed.
>No

>>5901447
Can the cinder sword disguise our fire magic as a secondary effect of a melee strike? Not required now but is it an option later?

>Strike the archer down with the Cinder Sword as quickly as possible. No tricks are needed.

>>5901591

Fighting the guys.

>>5902124

Potentially in the future. I did give you the option to use the Cinder Sword as the conduct, but you went with the snaps instead.

Alrighty, dealing with the last archer quickly and efficiently. Give me rolls!

>3d10, Best of three
>DC 14, 20, Crit 25

Rolled 4, 5, 8 = 17 (3d10)

>>5901447
crit!