>>43564818
You hear the sound of feet hitting the ground as Elia swings down from his tree and sprints over to you. Together, you heave the weighty carcass off your midsection, allowing you to breathe again and instantly give a croaking cry of pain.
"Your ribs are bad, brother," Elia says, helping you sit up.
"That's obvious," you groan bitterly. "Where's the rest of the pack?"
"They scattered when the white one ate fire and died. I've never seen anyone fight like that Trym, but you're hurt badly! What do we do? The elders are half a season away!"

>We have no choice, we'll have to turn back. At least we have a trophy.
>We'll find a place to winter and wait it out. The tribe will come to us.
>Our luck's held so far... We'll push on. These wounds aren't that bad.
>Other

>>43565171
>>We have no choice, we'll have to turn back. At least we have a trophy
4chan cut out for you for a little?

>Britfag
>Doing civ stuff
I have waited for this day

>>43565171
>>We have no choice, we'll have to turn back. At least we have a trophy.
Wolf Cloak when?

>The White Wolf rolled a 4. It is engulfed in flame and won't stop bleeding!

What the fuck did I miss in thread 3

>>43565171
>Our luck's held so far... We'll push on. These wounds aren't that bad.

Fortune favors the bold.

>>43565255
More like I was overwhelmed with the anticipation for Fallout 4...

Then I remembered you guys. I couldn't leave you like that.

>>43565320
Here! Have a read! http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/43488184/

>>43565171
HAHA, I told you fire was its weakness! Well, maybe not in particular, but it worked. Also going to use my trip now.

>We have no choice, we'll have to turn back. At least we have a trophy.

>>43565330
Awww yeah imma be disappearing soon for a midnight release. Well to pick up the ticket for it at any rate. Then bout two and a half hours later going to pick it up.

>>43565334
damn, looks like all the cool kids showed up for this session.

>>43565395
Was here for the last one, I suggested anchoring the spear, just didn't want to give the quest a bad rep with names and stuff.

and already at page 6.

You and Elia spend the rest of the night and the following day binding your wound and taking the white wolf to pieces. There's no time to clean its hide, but a basic scraping stops it from stinking and its meat is tough but edible. Its teeth, bones and claws will make for fine trophies, or even tools; they're sharp and large enough! The sheer weight and your injured state mean you can't take as much back with you as you want though and you're forced to leave all the bones save the skull.

The journey back is harrowing. You're further from the clan than you've ever been in your lives and with your injuries, the journey back is slower than coming out. You find yourself leaning more and more on your spear, or on Elia for support. As you break the cover of the trees, the open ground before the tribe, in the middle of winter, only promises to be even harder. There is a small hope however...

With the trees no longer blocking your view of the valley, you spy something down the frozen river... A thin train of grey smoke, hastily scattered by the wind. You point it out to Elia and he sees it just before it vanishes entirely.
"That's... Odd," he frowns. "Do you think another pair of fools left the clan? Or-" He gasps and his eyes widen. "Could it be another clan altogether?! They must exist, right? Strangers..."
"If they are strangers, they could mean us harm," you point out, wincing as you take the weight off your foot. It itches and you fight the urge to scratch the bindings.
"Good point," Elia agrees, "But they could also be friends? They look closer than our clan. They might be able to help your wounds..."

What will you do?
>Push on to our tribe. Strangers are not to be trusted! 1d10 (Strength)
>Turn our path and go to meet these new strangers 1d10 (Strength)
>Other

>>43566009
>Turn our path and go to meet these new strangers 1d10 (Strength)
We're charismatic, we can make the best of this.

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>43566009
need that roll huh?

>>43566222
And a few more people to vote. I guess more of my players than I thought have gone to Boston today.

Think i might join them, at least until there's a few more votes.

>>43566009
>Turn our path and go to meet these new strangers 1d10 (Strength)

>>43566009
>Turn our path and go to meet these new strangers 1d10 (Strength)

>>43566009
Strangers?!

Murder them.

>>43566315
>>43566364
Uh, you guys?

Uhm, you need to roll.

Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>43566477

Oh right

Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>43566477
Sorry, I'm used to voting and then rolling.

>>43566498
Holy shit, you guys keep rolling amazingly!

The trek across the snowy landscape of the valley is hard-going and many times, you're not sure if you're going to make it. Finally however, you find the source of the smoke. In a small depression near to the main river, you crest the rise to see six domes of animal skins stitched together, surrounding three central fires. Smaller, lightly snow-covered domes sit in a small cluster and have smoke pouring from their tops. Snow crunches under your boots as you and Elia stagger to a stop, the wind biting at you as you watch unfamiliar faces go from tent to tent, talking, fixing spears and other tools, eating, carving away at bones, or feeding wood and green branches into the smoking domes. It doesn't take long before you are spotted.

At first, the Strangers seem to think you're two of their own and call out to you, waving and smiling. As you draw slowly closer however, the smiles falter and vanish and alarm starts to spread through the small camp. You count maybe forty strangers; a large clan by most standards, but not as large as your own. As you near the ring of tents, a general cry of alarm goes up and you're soon confronted by a dozen of the clan's burliest men, pointing spears and suspicious looks in your direction. They don't speak any language you recognise, but Elia already has his sling out and is feeding a stone into it, getting ready to run. "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, brother..."

What do you do?
>Go for the closest one and try to overwhelm him suddenly. That should scare the rest; they seem skittish. 3d10 (Strength +Hunter)
>Drop your spear and spread your arms in friendship 2d10 (Charisma +Leader)
>Gesture to Elia to lower his sling and step forward to talk with the strangers 2d10 (Charisma +Leader)
>Offer them a gift. That should start things well! (Name the gift from your belongings)
>Other

Rolled 2, 1 = 3 (2d10)

>>43567377
>Gesture to Elia to lower his sling and step forward to talk with the strangers 2d10 (Charisma +Leader)

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>>43567532

Rolled 5, 6 = 11 (2d10)

>>43567377
>Gesture to Elia to lower his sling and step forward to talk with the strangers 2d10 (Charisma +Leader)

Be sure to hold our own spear in such a way as to be non threatening but don't drop it

>>43567561

Alright LostCowboy, can you do me a favor and improve on that roll

Rolled 5, 10 = 15 (2d10)

>>43567377
For titties

>>43567682
Wat

>>43567682

Well it's better

>>43567801
>>43567682
clearly i chose the charisma option

>>43568043
Oh yeah.

>>43567377
>Gesture to Elia to lower his sling and step forward to talk with the strangers 2d10 (Charisma +Leader)

Rolled 10, 9 = 19 (2d10)

>>43568598
I'm dumb

>>43568611

Obviously not, pity it's the fourth roll

>>43568730
We could argue that the "for titties" guy didn't pick an option, and therefore doesn't count

>>43568816
This is true. He just rolled randomly, and didn't call an option in his post.

>>43568891
I'd say his post, and as a result, his roll, is null and void, then

>>43568730
Lucky for you guys, I count the number of rolls on the majority choice, not just raw rolls. Besides, rolling "For titties" doesn't count... Yet.

Elia is reluctant to surrender his chance to strike first, but you place a hand on his arm and gently force it down. You step forward, keeping your speartip pointed at the ground. The placating gesture seems to calm the nervous strangers a little and a couple of them lower their spears. Most stay on guard however, as you try to make yourself clear. "We mean you no harm. N-o h-a-r-m." Well, speaking louder and slower just results in narrowed eyes, but you hastily make up for it. You back off a step or two and hold up one hand playacting, shrinking your stature. You've seen animals do this before; your body language alone is enough to say, "We don't want to fight you. We're peaceful and you're in charge here."

Slowly, one-by-one, the spears are lowered, or lifted away from being threatening and Elia breathes a sigh of relief. One of the strangers, a huge man with a bristling, dark beard and a powerful build slaps his gut and beckons for you to follow, turning back to the camp and shouting something in his odd language. As you take a step to follow him, your leg decides to send a pang of agony shooting through you and you hiss in pain. A few of the strangers notice and immediately go to help you. Elia slips his shoulder under your arm, less to support you and more to stay close with potential enemies nearby. You are shown to the centre of the camp and are given a seat on a fallen treetrunk by one of the fires. The large man gestures to a fine-featured woman you presume to be paired to him and she and her daughter hurry forward to peel the makeshift bandages off your wound.

>>43568967
The sight isn't pleasant, but could be worse. No diseased flesh and though you'll have scars up your calf for the rest of your life, they seem to be healing well. The women prepare fresh moss, cobwebs and ligaments to bind your leg, as the big man sits to one side and slaps his own foreleg and grins, gesturing to the lacerations on yours and laughing. He seems to be pleased at the scars and shrugs back his cloak of heavy, dense fur to show off his arms, criss-crossed with marks you now recognise as signs of wrestling with a wolf or something like it. He lifts his jacket to show the canyon of a boar-tusk as well. Clearly, he respects a man with many scars, so perhaps coming to his camp and letting him see your wounds was a good idea.

Elia seems to realise this too and gestures to the women that your chest is hurt too. A few experimental probes and a cry of pain later and they seem VERY convinced that you are to rest RIGHT NOW and lie down. The big man seems to want your company however, so the women instead make you comfy on a pile of furs, as Elia shows off the white wolf's head and pelt from the travelling bag. This in particular gets a round of cheers from the strangers and they stamp the ground, cheering and slapping Elia and one another about their shoulders. The big man goes to do the same for you, but a glare from his woman has him sitting back down looking ashamed.

Food is soon passed around and to your surprise, it has an odd taste to it. It takes you a while to place it, but eventually you realise it tastes much like woodsmoke smells. More gestures later, the big man grins and points to the smoking domes you noticed earlier. With the help of his woman drawing pictures in the snow with a stick, you manage to understand that the smoke makes the meat last a long, long time. Many moons longer than if it were simply cooked! If your own tribe were to adopt this, they may not have to go hungry in winter's last days!

>>43569116

HA! and they called our exploring useless, we should show them our sling

>>43569116
And all it took was some broken ribs and a gored calf!

What would it take to learn the language?

>>43569116
You and Elia are guests of the strangers for the rest of winter. Every time you go to leave, the woman or even her young daughter, no more than seven summers old, gestures and shouts at you to stay still and let your ribs heal. You even manage to learn a little of their tongue and get to know some of the tribe. The big man leads them, as the greatest and strongest hunter and able to throw anyone who says otherwise clear over a tent! The tents themselves are held up by the strangest thing you've ever seen; massive, curved bones that taper to a point at one end. Towards the end of your stay, you ask and are told these bones were passed down to the clan by their ancestors. None of them, even Myslik, the big man and their 'chief', has ever hunted a mamoth, although they have seen scattered herds in their wanderings.

The strangers have come from beyond the valley, but now they are here, it looks like they mean to stay for quite some time. As the snow thins, they start to see how the valley is a good place and much easier than the world beyond.

As spring finally comes, your wounds have healed and it is time for you to leave. You have learned enough to make yourself understood, but you are by no means fluent or even truly 'passable' in the new tongue. You're not the only ones to have learned either, as several members of the tribe, having been shown how Elia's sling worked over the winter, have started making their own. As you make ready to leave however, Myslik walks up to you.

"You good guest-friend. Good hunt. Small, but big soon, ha?" he laughs and claps your shoulder, a friendly gesture, you've learned, but his bear-like hand still staggers you. "You again! We hunt. Hunt good!" He smiles, but then turns serious and coughs. "Eat much. Good guest. Maybe you..." he struggles for the words and then points at your bags. Ahh, it seems he wants a gift, after you've stayed with him and eaten his people's food so long.

>>43569282
What do you do?
>Give him the wolf's head. It's a fine trophy at least
>Give him some of the wolf's teeth. They're sharp and fine and might make good fishing-spear heads.
>Give him some wolf claws. They're a bit small for a spear head, but could make a fine short knife!
>Hand over your spear. It's a hunter's gift for a hunter.
>Give him the wolf's white pelt. It's an exquisite gift for the best of friends!

Ooops
>>43569324
>Or you could always give him nothing. You need these for your clan! You're sure he'd understand.

>>43569324
>>Give him some wolf claws. They're a bit small for a spear head, but could make a fine short knife!
>>Hand over your spear. It's a hunter's gift for a hunter.
No reason to seem petty. Give him a couple things for the food over winter.

>>43569374
Seconding.

>>43569324
Give him the sling, and teach him how to make and use them

>>43569282
>>Give him some wolf claws. They're a bit small for a spear head, but could make a fine short knife!
>>Hand over your spear. It's a hunter's gift for a hunter.

Both of these we did stay for an entire season with them, I would throw in the wolf's head too but I feel like we'll need the evidence when we get back to our tribe

>>43569457
We taught them how to make slings

>>43569483
It's more like, they watched and learned how to make their own. It's not very complex.

>>43569483
I can read, I promise. Give him the skull and some claws, then

>>43569499

Honestly I feel weird about him having to ask for the gift but that's partially my own deal and I suppose that there needs to be some work done for the rules of hospitality yet. We can be some of the first to set them up

>>43569324
>>43569459
I am inclined to agree with this

>>43569459
I agree.

>>43569533
Well, from his point of view, it's more of a trade. He put up two strangers with his tribe during the leanest time of year.

Anyway, votes called, writi- WHOA is that the time?! I think I'd better call it after this one tonight. I'll go on tomorrow morning/afternoon.

Myslik nods appreciatively when you offer him the wolf's claws, although he was clearly hoping for more. When you offer him your spear though, he looks stunned! "Good gift-!" he tries to explain. "Very good! Hunt spear much, uhh- Good gift. Very-" Myslik struggles to find the words in his limited knowledge of your language, but he reverently takes your spear and pulls you into a crushing bear-hug that almost has your ribs cracking again! After he's let you down, you leave the strangers camp with shouts and waves to you. It seems giving Myslik your spear had some kind of importance to them.

"It seems you've got more than your share of luck, brother!" laughs Elia, as you trek back up the river. If you keep following it, you should soon find where your clan has moved to this spring. "Not only do you live through fighting a monster like that wolf, but we find friendly strangers who treat us like family over winter and even now, everything you try with them seems to turn out well!" He rolls his eyes and claps your shoulder; a gesture he's picked up, it seems. "Much more of this and even Mesut is going to be asking to join your hunting band!"
"Maybe if he asks very nicely," you agree with mock-seriousness, "And gives me that spear of his!" Elia laughs long and loud at that, sending spring birds flapping into the air at the sound.

It's not hard to find your tribe's camping grounds; they don't change much over the years. When you and Elia walk in though, there's a great uproar! Everyone though you were both dead! To see you both returned alive and in perfect health rattles everyone! you and Elia are the talk of the clan and everyone wants to hear where in the world you wandered off to! With a flourish, Elia produces the white wolf's head and pelt, to gasps and admiration from the tribe. He's reveling in it and especially in Galit's.
"Who killed the beast?" asks Mesut, nodding admiringly at the size of the pelt.

>>43570547
And that's it for tonight. We'll see what you have to say either in the morning, if the thread is still up, or on Thursday the 12th!

Thank you all very much for playing. I love how much livelier this thread has been! See you all when I see you! Good night.

>>43570562
Fuck. We gotta choose between being the swinging dick of the tribe and getting Elia laid, don't we?

Poke

>>43570547
What will you say?
>Tell the story as it was, no embellishment at all
>Share the credit for the deed. You and Elia both fought the beast
>Take full credit for killing the wolf. Elia only cowered in the tree 1d10 (Charisma)
>Emphasise your own role, but give mention of Elia slinging stones that kept the pack at bay or something 2d10 (Charisma +Leader)
>Downplay your deeds and make up something about Elia holding the hold back so you could slay it 1d10 (Charisma)
>Give Elia all the credit. He fought the wolf single-handed and you only waved fire at the pack to keep it away 1d10 (Charisma)

Rolled 1, 9 = 10 (2d10)

>>43573630
>>Emphasise your own role, but give mention of Elia slinging stones that kept the pack at bay or something 2d10 (Charisma +Leader)

My god Ive been dying so easily in fallout 4.

Rolled 5, 8 = 13 (2d10)

>>43573630
>Share the credit for the deed. You and Elia both fought the beast

You didn't say if we had to roll for this one, but I am anyway

>>43573966
Tell me about it. Hell of a shift in thinking from Fallout 3...

It's a bit sparse right now, but if just one more poster breaks the tie, I'll update.