>>871773
my body is ready

>>871773
nhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggghhhhh

my body is ready

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Selected Skills
>Black Banner II
>My Blood for His II

>>871773
You are Lieutenant 'Prince'. A seasoned NCO of the Black Company that, through a cruel twist of fate, found yourself landed with an officer's commission. Now you find yourself in command of the 7th Kiregstrom Shocktroopers, a position with more responsibility and scrutiny than you ever wanted.

7th Kriegstrom Platoon
Comprised of the most well-armed and armoured troops, 7th Platoon offers the meanest, fiercest and, given the mortality rate, dumbest soldiers to be found in the Black Company. A more bizarre collection of fighting men and women has likely never been seen. Down-on-their-luck heroes with a magic swords and brooding pasts like Cairsun; escaped slaves with a penchant for magik like Nissar; disgruntled veterans of the Nuemunster Legions like Coporal ‘Jack’ Marcus; Scarred Wildborn ‘Smiles’ because fighting is really all a Wildborn knows; aging Skald huscarls like Hirstun of Ligh that should have retired long ago. You even have a mute rotten undead warrior, ‘Mask’, which is one even you haven’t heard before. Nevermind the fekking Dragon.

They’re your men. Mercenaries, that kill for money. Warriors, with the right degree of pride and stubbornness. Soldiers, that fight for the man next to them. You never wanted this position, deciding who dies where. Dark Father knows it’s only a matter of time before you get them all killed.

Recap
Following the fall of the Neumunster city of Sarsburg several weeks ago, your Employer has sent his unholy host spread throughout the entirety of the western and northern reaches of the Neumunster Nation. While the main part of the Company and the undead went west to Oxenfurt Bridge, you were tasked with the seizure of the northern town of Kresden.

Having taken Kresden mostly intact, at the cost of a few comrades to the ravenous Grenn, the rest of the province should follow in short order.

>>871839
Alright, time for some quality questing!

>>871839
time for a concert for the fallen

>>871773
just saying hi, but i just got war band any hints or tips?
I might come back in a bit, but this game sounds too fun to pass up.
Best girl is our boss

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>>871839
Kresden Southern Walls, Mittensday Morning

Helmer dan Jorst kept his face carefully expressionless as he watched the black banner rise over the manor. To most of his cohort it was unfamiliar, just another grim honorific of the Necromancer, but Helmer and other veterans of the Northern Coast campaign new better. Behind him his officers bickered.

“We can take it if we attack now, we have them outmatched in arms and number.”

“Can we take it quick enough to save His Majesty? If the Prince has missed the rendezvous by this much he must surely be in their grasp now.”

”The Prince could be dead already, we should deny the enemy this town or risk losing half the northern provinces.”

Helmer wasn’t so crass as to say what they were already no doubt thinking, the northern provinces were as good as lost anyway. Tassenland had already laid down arms, or so they said. Others had surrendered as well, but the constructs of the Necromancer often couldn’t tell, or didn’t care.

A rider approachs behind them, escorted by two of his men. Helmer recognises them from his days in the legion. Reliable, solid men. He gives them a nod before turning his attention to the messenger.

”From the Marshal, Herr Jorst.” He says, breathlessly holding out a sealed note.

His officers unconsciously crowd around as Helmer breaks the seal and reads the letter. He reads it again, and then a third time. Helmer dan Jorst’s eyes snap up to those around him.

”We ride for Oxenfurt Bridge. Now.”

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>>871933
[2/2]
Kresden Manor, the Gardens
As the razor glides across your throat, the metal flashing in the sunlight, you allow yourself a sigh of contentment. For roughly five minutes of your life it’s just you and your shaving. No tasks, no subordinates, no orders and certainly no officers. While the Manor, now an ad-hoc garrison for you and the other LT’s command squads, has rooms and facilties to accommodate a shave you prefer to do so outside.
The reason for this is twofold. The first reason, it is in fact a lovely late-autumn morning where the air is still pleasantly cool rather than chilling and the sun catches the newly-raised Black Banner flutters proudly. Trooper Kid was very happy with that achievement, despite nearly falling off the roof twice. You hadn’t noticed before, but it seems that Trooper Kid has taken embellishing the banner with victory marks. The fur pelt is easy enough to recognise here, as is the symbol of the Tassenland Foot, and the Neumunster Sarsburg garrison. The uh... well you guess that must be a daemon claw or something. What might have been tacky or amateurish really looks... quite inspiring actually. You'll have to mention it to Kid later.

The second, and more important reason, is that it’s a lot harder for someone, be it an assassin or junior officer, to sneak up on you outside than it is indoors. You unfortunately didn’t factor in a Dragon plummeting from the air to thunderously land behind you, no doubt ruining any chance’s of Kresden Town coming ahead in the Kresden County Botany Competition.

Fek. You give a little hiss, more in annoyance than pain, at the cut. It takes you a moment to realise that that ASGORGA, you have to say it in capitals for some reason, is talking to you. Whinging really, which is odd because you didn’t think dragons could whinge.

”…it’s not becoming of a creature of my esteem to…"

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> Pause in the middle of your shave to listen. [Clever]

>Ignore the Dragon and continue shaving. No one interrupts this. [Experience]

>Continue shaving, but half listen to the beast. [Elite]

>Tell the Dragon to come back later, you’re busy damn it. [Courage]

>>871981
>Tell the Dragon to come back later, you’re busy damn it. [Courage]

>>871981
>Ignore the Dragon and continue shaving. No one interrupts this. [Experience]

>>871981
>Continue shaving, but half listen to the beast. [Elite]

>>871981
>> Pause in the middle of your shave to listen. [Clever]

>>871981

> Pause in the middle of your shave to listen. [Clever]

Let's keep the giant fire breathing lizard happy. We keep it happy, we keep it happy with our deal and bond.
All the other options means are showing it we don't respect it, which is a very BAD idea.

>>871981
>>872012
On second thought i'll change to
>Continue shaving, but half listen to the beast. [Elite]

>>871981
>Continue shaving, but half listen to the beast. [Elite]

>>872026
>>872029
>>872037
we finaly get a time to talk to him probs shitt at just beening an erands boy/look out mybe we ride him into battle?
or h wans to try to mind fuck us into beeing his bitch
but could use him for the concert would be ausome

>>871981
>Continue shaving, but half listen to the beast. [Elite]

>>872075
anon, are you okay?
Are you having a stroke?

>>872088
noop
just shitty at having to now clean up from cooking
also i has shittty spelling and garmer
but thans for your concern

>>871981
>Ignore the Dragon and continue shaving. No one interrupts this. [Experience]

>>871981
>> Pause in the middle of your shave to listen. [Clever]

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>>872018
>>872029
>>872037
>>872085
Remember, at any point you can put forward a write-in. Good ones will net a decent bonus and perhaps more.


Damn it, damn it, Damn it. This is supposed to be your me-time. But, unlike literally anyone else, you can’t just tell a Dragon to fek right off and leave you alone. You absentmindedly continue to shave, turning slightly over your shoulder to listen to what it has to say.

”…you promised me VENGEANCE, mortal. And yet after a night spent circling this vermin’s den awaiting your signal there is nothing! No helpless mortals to douse in flames, none of the crunchier mortals that put up a fight, not even a –single- scream of terror at my presence. There was plenty of cowering as I flew in today, but the screams were all half-hearted. That is simply unacceptable!“

”Right, the thing is…” You’re careful not to continue shaving while you speak the black tongue. You’re still getting used to the harsh and unfamiliar tongue.

”And one more thing…” ASGORGA interrupts you in a huff, a literal huff. ”Why am I even beholden to your ‘FLRE’ anyway? By all rights I should have done as I please and burn the town to the ground, leaving you creatures to pick over the ashes.”

You splash your face from the basin as it goes on, wiping your face down with a towel. Turning to place that towel on a hook you quickly stop, realising that the hook is in fact ASGORGA’s eyebrow horn, the Dragon having advanced in it’s spiel.

The creature hasn’t really threatened you, but Dragons are intimidating by default. Besides, you’ve had a rough couple of days and this damn lizard interrupted your shaving so all in all you’re more annoyed than frightened. Which is hardly the sanest attitude given you’re dealing with a creature three wagonloads long and a single clawed arm as large as you.

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>”The Grenn are still out there somewhere after tucking tail, help yourself.” Distract the Dragon. [Experience]

>”You are right. Such a task is unworthy of a mighty Unbound such as yourself.” Placate the Dragon [Clever]

>”We’re going to work on our understanding of rank here. -Trooper-.” Command the Dragon. [Elite]

>”Listen here scalie, do you want to be part of this outfit or what?” Insult the Dragon. [Courage]

>>872253
>>”The Grenn are still out there somewhere after tucking tail, help yourself.” Distract the Dragon. [Experience]

the next big battle youl be at the forfront,
we just needed this town standing thats all
also i want to ride you

>>872253
>”The Grenn are still out there somewhere after tucking tail, help yourself.” Distract the Dragon. [Experience

>>872253
>>”The Grenn are still out there somewhere after tucking tail, help yourself.” Distract the Dragon. [Experience]

>>872253
Experience seems like a bad idea, as that will burn the town to the ground, something we expressly do not want.


>”You are right. Such a task is unworthy of a mighty Unbound such as yourself.” Placate the Dragon [Clever]

Also treat the FLRE like this, all we're doing is marking the best targets for your scaley might.

I mean would you rather spend your time burning nobles and soldiers or just boring peasants?

cause if we don't mark stuff, you'll mainly just burn boring civvies, no fun in that.

>>872253
Look ASGORGA, I lead the 7th kriegstrom Platoon, and first in foremost in my worry a are the lives and heath of those I am put in command of. If you would like to see more action I can speak with the archivist about signing you on as a member of the 7th, but otherwise your vengeance will have to come second to our job.

>>872253

>>872390
Seconding this

>>872365
>>872301
>>872311
>>872319
The Allgrenn Pack (I suppose they'll need a new name now) have already fled the town, heading North.


>DC 80 Easy
0 = ASGORGA refuses, attempts to dominate you.
1 = ASGORGA agrees, but frustrated at lack of success.
2 = ASGORGA agrees, takes out frustration on fleeing Grenn.
3 = ASGORGA agrees, fuelled with pride at a clearly important role.

>>872465
>3 1d100 please

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>872465
failure time!

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>872465
Dark Father bless this roll!

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>872465

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>872465

>>872253
Could we con him by saying this is part of the plan? when the guys in charge learn of the capture of the town they will send a force to recapture it.
It is then that the dragon will make it's entrance, while this army will burn to ash and the survivors will scatters and run bringing tale of his "magnificence" and shit.

Sure he could have flew in a burned the town to ash but then who would go to the nearest town/cities and spread his legend?

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>872465

>>872478
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>>872488
hell yer
also we should do a song for him or at lest tell him so

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>>872390
>>872427
Going with placation now, but we can try this upon their return.

>>872365
>>872478
>>872481
>>872488
>>872499
You stifle your frustration at the invasion of your relaxing morning routine and put on a winning smile, casually slinging an arm over the Dragon's neck.

"Listen, ASGORGA. This is all just part of the Plan."

That's right, the Plan." You grin conspiratorially "The FLRE is only there so that you don't waste your time with foes unworthy of you. Any Dragon can burn a field full of peasants, right? But if we direct you to the the knights, nobles and all those heavy-hitters well, no one is going to forget you are they? The moment those head honchos show up we bring out our secret weapon."

"I'm a secret weapon? Like a dagger." The Dragon is not entirely impressed, but certainly interested.

"That's right." You struggle for a better analogy, knowing ASGORGA probably isn't familiar with the wonders of explosive barrels of Ajiyimad Powder. So you think in hunting terms. "Kind of like... a wolf harrying a giant boar into the jaws of a hidden carnotaur."

"Ahh." The Dragon's eyes widen in realisation. "Very well, you cunning mortal. Still, I am bored. Can I not eat just a few townspeople?"

"If you're looking for something a little less chewy and part of the mission, I'd suggest the Grenn fleeing Northward." You fix the Dragon with a serious glare. "The last thing we need is them wheeling around and having another go at us. You could make sure they don't forget this thrashing anytime soon."

"Excellent. Excellent!" You back off as smoke puffs from the beast's mouth excitedly, wings flapping as it ungainly takes off. "Finally a worthy challenge."

You breath out as ASGORGA flies away North, you can hear the distant townspeople screaming and shouting in alarm as it passes over them. With a grimace you lean over and spit some discoloured phlegm, your throat sore from speaking the Black Tongue for so long.

You get the feeling it's going to be a long day.

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>>871773
The time has come and so have I

>>872670
>3 Success
>ASGORGA agrees, fuelled with pride at being given this important mission.

While ASGORGA will more readily agree to your plans in the future if it suits him, it is also now harder for you to exert outright dominance over the creature given it's inflated sense of self-importance.

ASGORGA
+10DC Convince
-10DC Dominate

>>872688
What kind of dragon is ASGORGA

>>872688
ok so we got to keep feeding his ego?
or giving him big and better kills?
damm it
soon hil think he should be in charge

>>872725
Or he'll come to respect us because we give him the good shit.

We give him the best targets for his burning, he gets to go burn the best shit.

It's a win/win if we aren't looking to solely dominate.

>>872750
his a dragon its going ot take alot to get his respect.
but we naver domianted him we gave him a contract/deal

>>872722
>>872688
Does he have front legs or wings

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>>872670
>"Very well, you cunning mortal.

>>872768
just go of f the pic op gave us a few post up

>>872777
Ah

>>872767
Think about it like this

Your employer is a pretty cool dude, he gives you the assignments you want and doesn't force you to work weekends.
Maybe he's fat, ugly, and smells like cheese and semen all the time, so you don't respect him as a person, but as your employer, fuck yeah you do. You wouldn't trade him for anyone else, you're not gonna quit because he is a really good at being an employer and you aren't likely to get better, even if you go solo.
Thus it is best to stay with him.

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>>872768
Typical fantasy firebreathing lizard, really. Like a D&D Black Dragon in appearance, but with Red Dragon characteristics.


And not nearly as cunning as he thinks he is.

>>872670

You notice Trooper Kid staring at you. They have the same kind of look on their face that you reserve for whenever you walk in on SGT ‘Bad Hand’ sweet talking his blade. To be fair, all Kid witnessed was a Dragon landing here and his commanding officer hiss and rasp strangely before it flew off. Going off that you’d be a little incredulous as well. Below it, when did all this crazy shit become normal?

”What’s on the itinerary today, Kid?” You ask as they pack up your shaving kit. Kid gives you a different look altogether, gesturing at their throat.

”Right. Maybe we should establish some system of notes or…” You trail off, as Kid brings out your Blackthorn armour. They’re new to the arming business, some of their straps are too loose, some too tight. Sometimes they cut themselves on the vicious edges, and it takes longer than you usually manage by yourself. Some knights literally can't get into their armour by themselves, must be why they have squires, and you can't help but wonder at how poor soldiers they must make in a rush.

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(1)
>Allow them to put your armour on.
>Put it on yourself. You’re used to it

(2)
>[Ask Trooper Kid a Question] We'll assume they can get an answer to you.

>>872814
>Allow them to put your armour on.
>"How much random looting and pillaging has there been?"

>>872814
>Put it on yourself. You’re used to it
>Nice work on the banner Kid.

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>>872814
>Allow them to put your armor on.

> How well can you play the drums?

>>872814
OTHER

>put your hand on your throat and realize you didn't finish shaving. Curse loudly about people interrupting your sacred time.

>>872814
>>Allow them to put your armour on.
Maybe make it a game somehow, which part goes where, does he know the name and it's use?

He knows his letters and numbers right? Offer the chance to learn if not.
Signs language would be great to create...

>>872814
>>Allow them to put your armour on.
> How well can you play the drums?
yes i want this as well >>872857
batmatal
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qatmJtIJAPw

>>872814
>Allow them to put your armour on
But instruct them on how to do it right!

>[Ask Trooper Kid a Question]
Do you want some combat training, or to learn how to deal with noble-types?

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>>872923
>>872859
>>872848
>>872851
>>872857
>>872876
>>872923
>>872917

You curse, noticing a thin strip of stubble you missed under your chin. Ah fek it, fekking lizard. You look up and see Kid leaning against the Manor wall, rolling a cigarette.

"Hold that thought, Kid. Help me get this hunk of metal on."

You sit musing as Trooper Kid affixes your backplate and greaves. You don't really know anything about them other than they are a Neumunster State Orphan, like yourself.

"Nice work on the banner, Kid. Very flash." They look up and smile, beaming so brightly for the first time you notice they have a missing tooth on the right side of their jaw. "Heh, alright alright. Don't get cocky, Kid. ...hey, how bad has the looting been?"

Troop Kid pauses in the middle of tightening a strap, a little too tight in your opinion, stuck between that dangerous zone of reporting and snitching. Eventually they settle on a vague gesture which lets you know that, while there's been some trouble, it's nothing in their opinion worthy of a Captain's Court.

"Hmm. Alright. Liuetenant 'Hawk' runs a tight ship, I'm not too worried about his lot. 'Sharpie' and his Rangers though..." If you're honest with yourself, it's your own Kriegstrom that you're actually worried about here. Not because it's your problem in paperwork, though that is part of it, but because the Kriegstrom attract the toughest, leanest and meanest in an already bad batch. Fighting has always been something the Kriegstrom excel at, but restraint? Not so much.

Kid gives you a pat to indicate everything is on. You stand up, stretching a little. The armour, as intimidating as ever, is not comfortable as usual but not as bad as you feared. Still, you think, you should avoid making this a habit. You won't always be able to rely on Trooper Kid to get you into this unwieldy thing.

"See this strap here? Goes the other way. And the harness up to line up with this, like so. Not bad all in all. We'll get to teaching you how to wear armour yourself, as well as fighting in it." Other children might be excited at the prospect of training with soldiers and carrying heavy armour all over the place. Trooper Kid looks less enthused. "One more question Kid. On a scale of 1 to 10, how well can you play the drums?"

You're quite pleased to see a eight hesitant fingers in response.

You have a meeting with the other LT's and some wealthy townspeople at midday, but you've got some time until then.

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> Go to the Temple. 'Saint' is there with the wounded, CPL 'White Bitch' is among them.

> Talk to 'Bad Hand' at the Square, he's making preparations for giving your dead a proper send off.

> One of 1st squad mentioned riders spotted at the South Wall, you should talk to CPL 'Jack' Marcus about that.

> CPL 'Hisun of Ligh' and his huscarls are showing your new Grenn recruit the ropes, could be entertaining.

>>873127
> Talk to 'Bad Hand' at the Square, he's making preparations for giving your dead a proper send off.

>>873127
> Go to the Temple. 'Saint' is there with the wounded, CPL 'White Bitch' is among them.

>>873127
> One of 1st squad mentioned riders spotted at the South Wall, you should talk to CPL 'Jack' Marcus about that.

I really want to go talk to white bitch, but this is probably more important. Depending on who they are we need to either prepare for an attack, have messengers to get info from/kill, or some refugees loot.

>>873127
>> Talk to 'Bad Hand' at the Square, he's making preparations for giving your dead a proper send off.

>>873127
> One of 1st squad mentioned riders spotted at the South Wall, you should talk to CPL 'Jack' Marcus about that.
Much as I'd like to deal with the funerary process (considering we're the one that ordered it), dealing with possible hostiles is more important

>>873127
>Go to the Temple. 'Saint' is there with the wounded, CPL 'White Bitch' is among them

Wounded first, then dead. The "riders" would probably be called an "army" or some word for a big force, if they were big enough to be a threat

>>873168
Riders could easily be scouts or the like for a force.

>>873127
>grab that grenn he's our newest Kid also get Our Boy a new name he deserves it

>>873127
y do you make us pick from all good things y evil>>873176
cuold also be from other black company people as well

>>873127
Oh, important question.

How many kills did legless jenny get last night?
Double digits?
Triple?

>>873201
she got all the kills
or at les she somehow tamed one of the wolf/dog man and is now riding on it

>>873201
Just one. A stray Grenn that followed your scent to the warehouse. No mean feat for a crippled kiddo. She is in the Temple as well.

>>873236
Let's find the alpha that we killed, skin it, and add to our armour

>>873236
Ah god dammit, now I gotta change my vote to

> Go to the Temple. 'Saint' is there with the wounded, CPL 'White Bitch' is among them.

We gotta go there, have the celebration with White Bitch and Jenny for Jenny's first kill, especially it being a Grenn.

>>873236
dam shes good wounder how good she would have been with legs. mybe give her some candy
>>873245
or we coudl make it a fur bed rug and have sex under it?

>>873127
>> Talk to 'Bad Hand' at the Square, he's making preparations for giving your dead a proper send off.

>>873251
we can do houners durning the dead send off
which it better be a concert/party/orgy thingy

>>873127
> Talk to 'Bad Hand' at the Square, he's making preparations for giving your dead a proper send off.

>>873254
Or just a rug

>>873276
ether way works
but we gots to fuck white bitch

>>873261
>>873254
Or we could do the non-cringy things and just make a new winter coat out of Green pelt and have a solemn funeral before going to drink away the looming possibility of death with the mayor's stash of wine.

>>873303
>replying to it
You should have worked out by now that's a bad idea.

>>873310
Silence only lets the autism/newfagness run rampant

>>873127
> Go to the Temple. 'Saint' is there with the wounded, CPL 'White Bitch' is among them.

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By my count preparations for the dead won that one.
There should be time for one or two more before midday.

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There’s still the occasional human vulture in the street picking over the dead Grenn and guards now that your troops are done with them. You notice a few drag marks, perhaps the refugees are hungrier than you first suspected.
Sergeant ‘Bad Hand’ Hadrien is sitting on a bench by himself, his only company your dead comrades. A sad little line in sad white, or bright red, sheets. He nods as you sit down next to him.

There’s a short silence for a while. But these things need to be said sooner or later. ‘Bad Hand’ coughs slightly, then grunts.

”The Troopers and Rangers are accounted for, we’ll have the service tonight. Unhappy Sam didn’t put anything down in his faith of choice. Doubt cremation will offend him.”

”What about loved ones? His mates say he would send of his pay off regularly .”

”You know how it is. No will, no names or way of finding out. Whoever he was looking out for won’t even know he’s gone.”

You sigh. It’s none of your business anyway, no one joins the Company for reasons they want public. ”Pay goes back to Captain then.”

”Auntie was a-“

”Proletate, I know.” One of those many sub-faiths found in Neumunster. The Proletate’s were more… optimistic in terms of the mortal’s relations with celestials. ”I’m sure we can round up a priest somewhere in Kresden.”

”She uh… she asked for her pay and savings, not a whole lot, to be divided among the Company for the purchase of ‘decent fekking boots’ for any new recruits.”

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>>873411
>”She uh… she asked for her pay and savings, not a whole lot, to be divided among the Company for the purchase of ‘decent fekking boots’ for any new recruits.”
We need to bump her rank posthumously.

>>873411
Ah not auntie she was the only one that actually seemed nice

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[2/2]

You nod, just like LCPL ‘Auntie’ Goodkind to be looking out for others even in death. She had treated the Company more like a family than anyone else in the unit. You look down at the last body, the wind blowing the sheet over a little to reveal Pietre Verdun’s unblemished face.

”Verdun was part of the Blackguard Caste. We’ll hold a separate thing. That’s just how it’s done.”

You’re blinking a little more than usual.

”…Prince-“

“I didn’t even like him, brother. He was an uptight prick too damn good with a blade to take down a peg or two, and he knew it.” The vehemence in your own voice surprises you, since you don’t know what you’re angry at. “But Father damn it, Hadrien, he was one of mine.”

”Prince, no one blames you.” Sergeant ‘Bad Hand’ says with an unusually slow drawl, as if he had to chew his words before he spoke them. “You made the right call. If you’d gone for the manor instead, ‘Hawk’ and all of 4th Platoon would be fekking dogfood.”

“Yeah, I know I made the right call, ‘Bad Hand’.” You twist uncomfortably. “I know that. But if I’d taken the time to spot the Grenn flag earlier, taken note of the moon before we were inside the fekking walls… I fekked their lives away, brother. I fekked them away even when I tried not to, I fekking tried…”

Your eyes hurt, causing you to wince as you rub them.

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> “I never wanted to be a fekking officer…” [Elite]

>”…How does she do it?” [Clever]

>”Dark Father damn this piece of shit world…” [Courage]

> “Will this shit get easier? Will I want it to?” [Experience]

>>873468
>>”…How does she do it?” [Clever]
Referring to Kiranova, right?

>>873468
>>”Dark Father damn this piece of shit world…” [Courage]
and we going ot party and let him know of this get teh concert ready to send the dead off

>>873468
> “I never wanted to be a fekking officer…” [Elite]

>>873468
>”…How does she do it?” [Clever]

Don't want to seem weak in front of the men.

>>873468
>>”Dark Father damn this piece of shit world…” [Courage]

Don't get sad, Prince. Get angry. Turn that anger into cunning and strength. Turn that cunning and strength into victory. Victory means life.

>>873468
>>”…How does she do it?” [Clever]

>>873468
>”Dark Father damn this piece of shit world…” [Courage]

>>873468
>”…How does she do it?” [Clever]

>>873485
>>873497
>>873501
>>873528
1,2,3,4 = Resolve (Officer buff)

>>873486
>>873500
>>873527
5,6,7 = Rage (Blackguard Buff)

That's pretty close, I'll call a roll to see how it is.

1d7, please.

Rolled 6 (1d7)

>>873553
1 to 4 please!

>>873553
Dice+1d7

>>873565
G

Rolled 4 (1d7)

>>873553
>>873565
got to put it in the options

>>873553

DC 65 Medium

3 = No tears. Only Rage now. +10 DC to Personal Combat and Cut Them Down now 75% whenever you sustained a casualty in the previous round.
2 = No tears. Only Rage now. +10 DC after taking a casualty.
1 = Don't cry, sweet summer child. Rage instead. +5 DC after taking a casualty.
0 = Like tears, in the rain. +5 DC after taking TWO casualties in the previous round.

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Use My Blood For His?
>Yes
>No

Rolled 2 (1d7)

>>873553

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>873614
>No

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>873614

>>873614
Use my blood for his

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>873614
>Nope
Jeez, that 1

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>>873623
I see we're going berserk now. Better channel our inner Doomguy.

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>>873623
Dayum.

How do we want to play this?

>>873637
It's a crit, but only 2 successes.
Why not the effect of 3 success, but cut them down only has a 50% proc?

>>873646
This

>>873646
Cut Them Down is already 50% I believe. Besides, a crit overrules any other rolls made.

I think we'll have a little something special for you guys.

>>873623
man oh man i leave and this happens oh boy

>>873686
Oh I misread, I was thinking that cut them down just has a proc chance regardless on the next attack, basically "you hurt my guys, I hurt you" sort of thing

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>>873623
>1 = MIRACLE
>You have gained:
The Black Hand of Father
”You bear his mark. And just a sliver of his insane fury.

After sustaining a casualty in the previous round.
+10 DC to Personal Combat after.
+Cut Them Down is 75% chance.
-5 DC to Enemy Squad Combat
Passive: Additional unknown effect on Unbreakable skill

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”Dark Father damn this piece of shit world…”

It’s all so fekking unfair. A pit wells up in your stomach, threatening to explode out in a scream at the world, at existence. For just a moment you think you actually understand what the Dark Father must have felt like at his imprisonment. A scratching at the back of your mind intensifies until you can only think of one word.

”Retribution.”

”Whassa? Anyway, I'll set up a work duty for the pyre and- Holy fek, Prince, what’s up with those eyes?”

”I…” Why are you speaking in Black Tongue? [I]”What do you mean?”

”They were black as pitch for a second there.” Bad Hand leans in more than is comfortable, scrutinising your entire face. ”You know if you explode into a daemon I’ll have to kill you right?”

”That can happen?

‘Bad Hand’ shrugs in response, a distinct lack of concern at your… whatever that was. He probably saw worse hanging around Superior Syka. You take your leave, eager to put some distance between you and those sad white sheets in those sad white lines.

You feel like punching someone. Or worse, much worse.

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You have time for one more visit. Two maybe if you want to risk being late to the meeting.

> Go to the Temple. 'Saint' is there with the wounded, CPL 'White Bitch' is among them.

> One of 1st squad mentioned riders spotted at the South Wall, you should talk to CPL 'Jack' Marcus about that.

> CPL 'Hisun of Ligh' and his huscarls are showing your new Grenn recruit the ropes, could be entertaining.

>>873830
> Go to the Temple. 'Saint' is there with the wounded, CPL 'White Bitch' is among them.

>>873830
>> One of 1st squad mentioned riders spotted at the South Wall, you should talk to CPL 'Jack' Marcus about that.

>>873830
> Go to the Temple. 'Saint' is there with the wounded, CPL 'White Bitch' is among them.

>>873830
> One of 1st squad mentioned riders spotted at the South Wall, you should talk to CPL 'Jack' Marcus about that.

>>873830
>> One of 1st squad mentioned riders spotted at the South Wall, you should talk to CPL 'Jack' Marcus about that.

>>873830
>> Go to the Temple. 'Saint' is there with the wounded, CPL 'White Bitch' is among them

>>873830
> Go to the Temple. 'Saint' is there with the wounded, CPL 'White Bitch' is among them.

>>873830
>> One of 1st squad mentioned riders spotted at the South Wall, you should talk to CPL 'Jack' Marcus about that.

>>873830
> Go to the Temple. 'Saint' is there with the wounded, CPL 'White Bitch' is among them.

>>873850
>>873868
>>873913
>>873924
>>873936
1,2,3,4,5 = Temple

>>873854
>>873869
>>873875
>>873926
6,7,8,9 = South Wall

Are people okay with a roll when the votes are this close? Wall got first-to-three first, but Temple has more.

Let me know if you think a roll is bullshit, otherwise 1d9 please.

Rolled 9 (1d9)

>>873968
I think a vote's a vote, but you do you

Rolled 4 (1d9)

>>873968
this is new

>>873968
I'd rather only roll on ties. Rolling when there is a majority in either direction seems kind of shitty.

>>873994
seconding

>>873968
Personally I agree with >>873994

>>873975
>>873987
>>873994

Alright, fair enough. Rolling will be reserved for pure ties only.

Temple it is.

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Your pace slackens as you calm down. Soon your breathing has returned to normal and you can unclench your fists somewhat. You notice startled eyes staring at you. Kresden is a town packed to the brim, and with the houses crowded already for the most part the refugees huddle in what cover they can. Out of the refugees and the beggars, you reckon the beggars have the better deal. At least the beggars know where the good spots are. The older faces are scared, the younger mostly curious. Both are hungry.

You remind yourself to bring up the town provisions at the midday meeting. Foodstuffs should still be coming in from outside, but at a rate enough to feed all these? Unlikely. Dark Father help you if you end up in a siege, though you suppose you could just kick them out and fill the Free Alliance lines with empty mouths.

A scream cuts the air from up ahead, sending those in the street hurriedly making themselves scares as you head in that direction, hand on hilt. You know it’s not Neumunster, or Grenn, you trust your men enough for that. Odds are it’s your own fekking troops causing trouble.

[1/2]

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>>874076

The scene is something out of a bard’s idea of a cliché. Three unkempt, rough looking men with a fiery headed lass cornered against a wall. Two of them are Rangers you don’t recognise, but if you were a noble would probably hang on principle. They just have that look about them that screams dishonest living. Which is perfect for their current occupation of course. The third man isn’t a man at all, but an elf. He’s one of yours, ‘The Snake’. Damn fine swords from the western reaches of Helenwood, where The Wild is more present than civilisation.

The girl has worst kind of mix of comely looks and low social standing that will guarantee abuse somewhere down the line. According to your average old song any moment know the hero would leap to her defence. But there’s no plucky farmboy in sight, no handsome knight and any family of the girls isn’t anywhere to be seen either.

”Fekking Rangers.” You mutter. But you knew something like this was going to happen soon or later.

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>Not your fekking problem. Walk on. [Experience]

>Tell them to keep it the fek down. [Clever + 1 Black Heart]

>Tell the Rangers to piss off. You mean to have a word with ‘The Snake’. [Elite]

>You were just looking for an excuse to punch somebody. Not too hard of course. [Courage +1 Heart of Gold]

>>874193
>You were just looking for an excuse to punch somebody. Not too hard of course. [Courage +1 Heart of Gold]

>>874193
>>You were just looking for an excuse to punch somebody. Not too hard of course. [Courage +1 Heart of Gold]

new recutie

>>874219
i mean isnt there hookers here for them?
or just offer coin to one of the girls regues

>>874193
>Tell the Rangers to piss off. You mean to have a word with ‘The Snake’. [Elite]
Don't do shit like this in broad daylight in the middle of town.

>>874193
>>You were just looking for an excuse to punch somebody. Not too hard of course. [Courage +1 Heart of Gold]
>All the while rant about how, Disappointed we are that this is the way they Honour the fallen.

>>874193
>>>Tell the Rangers to piss off. You mean to have a word with ‘The Snake’. [Elite]


Do you want heroes and a resistance?
Because this is how you get fucking heroes and a resistance.

>>874226
Some men don't want to pay. And some prefer it that way. Your comrades aren't all nice, or even decent, people.

>>874231
Well actually how Disapointed we are in snake The volkstrum should have more tact than to pull this shit, certainly in Broad fucking daylight

>>874193
>Tell the Rangers to piss off. You mean to have a word with ‘The Snake’. [Elite]

Violence just worsens the loss of face for them. Phrase it like Company business and they'll have an out.

>>874243
true true
but right here??
couldnt wait till night or in some other of the way place of the town?? or even outsdie the townn?
and in daylight
>>874263
ask them y arnt they practice there shit?

>>874266
So... Work party? Make the fuckers repaint everyone's shields, fletch arrows and other inane shit in the baking sun

>>874193
>>You were just looking for an excuse to punch somebody. Not too hard of course. [Courage +1 Heart of Gold]

>>874289
you could
move like go outside and shotting trees and track random things
couse how they fucked up the other day

>>874193
>>Tell the Rangers to piss off. You mean to have a word with ‘The Snake’. [Elite]

>>874243
But can't they just do it quietly when nobody's around.

The rest of the company doesn't want to hear or see them raping a chick, if you gotta do this shit, gag the bitch and do it somewhere secluded, preferably when few people are on the streets.

I mean Bad Hand was kind enough to only go down on Syka in private, that shit would scar the average trooper.

>>874297
Could do a three hour presentation on why NOT to do this shit in broad daylight

>>874303
Is that where we take them to White Bitch and Jenny and have Jenny reenact how she killed a Grenn using their bodies?

>>874302
Well I guess that just about covers the 'Keep it down' vote. Don't even get me started on the gnarly Bad Hand and Syka shenanigans.

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>>874316
Well more like boredom for a long period and,ensuring the WHOLE company knows why they are sitting there so bored

>>874324
Okay, now I'm curious
Given a SAN roll on hearing Bad Hand describe Syka shenanigans, how low would the DC be?
10?
15?
Would 3 crit successes still end with horribly mental scarring?

>>874335
Bad idea. Punishes the entire group for the actions of a few and breaks squad unity. Morale in general would fall somewhat as everyone else is unhappy with you for punishing them for something they weren't involved with, and they'd all hate the perps cause they're getting saddled with the blame too, which is bad since they have to all work together.

>>874193
>Tell the Rangers to piss off. You mean to have a word with ‘The Snake’. [Elite]

>>874347
i Admit i proposed the idea with the hopes of them getting shanked in the showers

>>874227
>>874235
>>874263
>>874299
>>874362

>DC 40 Hard
>+6 Cloak of Command
>DC 46

3 = Works out all well. Sets a good example.
2 = Works out for now. There will still be trouble.
1 = They're not happy. But they'll find her later.
0 = Outright insubordination. And things don't work out too well for the girl.

roll 3 1d100, cheers.

>>874347
>SAN roll
The DC wouldn't be too bad, but even 3 success would mean you would swear off using leather armour and saddles forever.

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>874402

>>874373
But then we'd have to find the murders and then give another presentation about why lowering our effective manpower is bad.
Then that'd lead to more murders, thus more presentations.
We would get stuck in a bureaucracy cycle that ends with us lecturing Saint about not putting cover sheets on her TPS reports.

That is possibly a fate worse than death.

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>874402

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>874402

Rolled 35, 54, 68 = 157 (3d100)

>>874402
WHY DO AUSTRALIANS ALWAYS HAVE TO RUN IN THE MORNING?

>>874406
>>874410
>>874413
not looking good for the girl

>>874402
Woo another failed noncombat roll

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>>874406
>>874410
>>874413
The dice giveth, the dice taketh.

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>874402

>>874422
Dude you saying you did not see this coming a mile away? this quest is cursed

>>874421
We used up all the good dice on the last roll.

Whelp, I guess it's time to roll on the casualty table.

How on earth could she suffer a fate worse than death in this situation?
I'm real curious.

>>874422
We fail most noncombat rolls, this is par the course.

>>874437
she now ist pretty and is with elf baby

>>874437
idk i mean we fully broke the saint

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>>874410
>>874413
>>874406
>0
The repercussions will come later. But you might have an inkling now.

The girl swings her improvised weapon wildly at her assailants, making a jab at the steely-blue purple eyes of the elf. A cruel smirk dances across his lips as he easily steps to the side and inside her reach. ‘The Snake’ casually grabs the pitchfork mid-stab and pulls it out of her grip, flinging it to the side. The chuckles of the two Rangers couldn’t sound more sinister if they tried.

”Hohoho, you’ve done fekked up now, sweetling.” He grabs the girl by the wrist, eliciting another panicked scream. ”Gonna have hurt you for that.”

A deft kick to the shins loosens his grip with a curse and the girl makes a run for it. ‘The Snake’s trip brings her crashing to the ground at your feet, sobbing. The three soldiers look up at the new arrival.

”Piss off, Rangers.” Ignoring the girl you point at snake and then next to you. ”Snake come here. Come here!

‘The Snake’ doesn’t move.

”We was meek as lambs, sir!” The skinnier Ranger whines, innocuously stepping to the girls side.

The bigger, though not necessarily uglier, Ranger ignores you entirely as he grasps at the rising girl. ”Come back here, you little harl-“

*SLAM*

”You!” Pointing at the Ranger curled up on the ground, the girl finally fleeing down the alleyway. ”Fekking double piquet duty! South Wall, and you better fekking be there.”
You notice the other Ranger and Snake are standing wrong, like they’re ready for a fight. There’s a moment. Hand’s are on hilts and the atmosphere is just so. Like a tinderbox inches away from a flame.

‘The Snake’ smiles, and the moment is gone. ”No worries, sir.”

And then, without waiting to be dismissed or for the skinny Ranger to pick his friend up, he walks away in the opposite direction. You’re left wondering about that look in his eyes for a while.

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>Try and find the girl. Probably not safe for her out on the streets.

>Move onwards to the temple.

>>874495
>Try and find the girl. Probably not safe for her out on the streets.

>>874495
>>Try and find the girl. Probably not safe for her out on the streets.

>>874495
>Move onwards to the temple.

Let's not turn this rape into several murders.

>>874495
>Move onwards to the temple.
After this we should appoint a new blackguard head

>>874495
>>Try and find the girl. Probably not safe for her out on the streets.

>>874495
>Move onwards to the temple.
That double nigger elf is gonna try and stick a knife in our ribs the first chance he thinks he can get away with it. Or go after our squadies even.

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>>874528
B-but muh camaraderie, anon...

>>874495
>>Move onwards to the temple.
fuck it we tryed

>>874495
>Move onwards to the temple.

Always look forward to Black Company Quest.

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>>874507
>>874516
>>874528
>>874539
>>874604

If you were a betting man you wouldn’t put much gold on the red-haired girl’s chances. Part of you wants to say if she didn’t want to risk that she shouldn’t have stayed in a warzone, but that’s not exactly fair given that she was probably fleeing from it when she wound up here.

Besides, she’s not the only likely-looking girl around. You can’t just collect all the attractive ones and gather them in your Manor like some odd chaste harem or something. Well you could, but it’s not part of the job and you have plenty of other stuff to concentrate on.

More worrying by far was that flicker of insubordination. Not enough to really act upon, not without looking like an authoritarian fekwit, but just enough to damn well let you know it was there. It is with dark thoughts indeed that you arrive at the Temple.

”Liuetenant.” A demure sister of the Temple bows as you approach. ”The Beati asked us to direct you to your wounded.”

You’re not sure what a Beati is, but you follow the nun inside anyway. While nothing compared to the great cathedrals in Sarsburg, which are at most only half-intact now, the Kresden Temple does do the town credit. Like all Neumunster churches several different sections are dedicated to different branches of the faith, or really different faiths entirely given the differences. The place is large enough to accommodate half the town which, in a nation where worship is seen entirely as a matter of personal preference, is probably overdoing it. You noticed there’s no place for the Dark Father though, while the Neumunster allow his worship it’s not really in keeping with the more mainstream faiths. Certainly not enough to warrant a place aside for them in the Temple.

”Beati, the Lieutenant is here.” The sister is speaking to Saint, perhaps her old rank still holds some significance to them. For Saint’s part at least, she seems to wince everytime she hears it.

”Sir!” Trooper ‘Saint’ snaps a salute, and several wounded look up in interest. You notice that there’s a nervousness when she addresses you that wasn’t there before. Perhaps she is still processing that Mage last night.

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> Hearten the wounded first.

> Talk to Saint about last night.

>>874619
> Talk to Saint about last night.

>>874619
>> Talk to Saint about last night.

>>874619
>> Hearten the wounded first.

>>874619
>> Hearten the wounded first.

>>874619
Hearten the wounded first and bring Saint along while we do it. Show her that although we might be a hodgepodge of fekking assholes, we're loyal to and protective of our own. Talk about the mage in between checking on the lads.

>>874619
> Talk to Saint about last night.

>>874619
>> Hearten the wounded first.
It is more important than dealing with Saint's problem with everyone here being vague levels of evil.

People die, Saint. Usually because we murder them. Mages are simply people that need to die faster than the rest because they're more dangerous. Ya can't keep getting your panties in a twist every time one of us does something evil.

>You can’t just collect all the attractive ones and gather them in your Manor like some odd chaste harem or something.

You're right, that really doesn't gel with Prince at all.
WE WILL HAVE MASK DO IT.

>>874650

I like this answer combined with mine own. >>874645

>WE WILL HAVE MASK DO IT.
Could be awkward for Mask, being around all those pretty ladies could give him a boner.

we should have our pet Grenn follow snake tonight

>>874536
If he any respect for us as a comrade, any love for his brother under the Black, he would have listened to us as his superior, even if we are not directly over him, from the begining of the encounter. A dirty wretch is all I smell.

>>874619

Supporting :
>>874645

>>874645
I like this one

>>874619
> Hearten the wounded first.

>>874619
>>874645
Bretty good idea I think. Supporting.

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>>874661
I think we have found the Worse Than Death scenario for Mask.

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>>874631
>>874634
>>874639
>>874641
>>874645
>>874646
>>874650
>>874661
>>874666 The Devil's Trips
>>874679
>>874685

Okay, a mix is well enough. And it does serve to act as an example of how we value our own, so you'll get a bonus.


>Amelioration
>Cloak of Command Auto-Success


>Talk with Saint
>Hard 40
>+10 DC from Amelioration
>DC 50

3 = The Dark Father may have a new recruit soon.
2 = She's starting to see your way of things.
1 = Orders are orders. She'll do what she's told at least.
0 = She still think's you're wrong. The problem is she doesn't know what's right.

Roll 3 1d100, thanks.

>>874650
>>You can’t just collect all the attractive ones and gather them in your Manor like some odd chaste harem or something.

Clearly the solution here is legalized and heavily regulated brothels.

http://www.smithsonianmag.com/history/the-curious-case-of-nashvilles-frail-sisterhood-7766757/

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>874708

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>874708

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>874708

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>874708

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>874708

>>874708
>our blood for his

Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>874708

>>874714
You.
You're a dick.

>>874708
Our blood for his

>>874714
just one off god damm it mate>>874708
also do we cut our slfs when we use our blood for his?
do we have emo scears on us from cuting to let the blood for his use?

>>874740
Now, now. Happens to the best of us.

>>874740
>>874750
Do we really want Saint to go full tilt into the Company? I'm kinda hoping she'll be allowed to leave at some point and will get to live a peaceful life somewhere.

>>874750
>wears black
>worships "the Dark Father"
>cuts himself when he fails

... Is Prince a goth?

>>874760
once you sing up yo in the company for life
so she better get used to it.
>>874767
or an emo
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dCHD83xT76Q

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>>874714
>>874717
>>874718

You make your way down the line of wounded, grasping hands and cracking jokes. You spend most of the time with your own, but also spare a thought for the wounded Rangers and Infantrymen. It’s empty, useless platitudes for the most part. “We got them, eh?” and “You did damn well, lads.” Puerile stuff that would have had you rolling your eyes when you were a Corporal.

But the men eat it up.

Trooper ‘Bitten’ Dan grins, his ugly scarred face contorting in a way that makes your stomach churn. He tells you, with his luck with injuries, he was long overdue for a lost limb.

One of the Rangers breaks out a flask despite the disapproval of the Sisters and shares it around, bringing out a little cheer.

Saint stands there as you share a swig with Olly and Oliver Hasselhof. You leave the flask with the twins and step over to her, lowering your voice.

”Say your piece, Saint.”

”You killed a man in cold blood last night, sir. Murdered him, or did so by your order.” It’s not an accusation, just a statement of fact. Trooper ‘Saint’ shakes her head. ”But I see you like this, actually caring about folks, and I wonder what this is. How can you care so much for some and so little for others?

“You can’t save everyone, Saint. Not in a way that makes a difference.” You gesture at the wounded. ”But you can pick a few, your few, and do what you can. We look out for our own.”

It’s not just officer-talk anymore. You find yourself believing everything you say, at least in part. Nothing is ever as simple as it seems.

“Dark Father knows I’d die them. And I do a whole lot more than die for them, Saint. You see, that’s the easy part. The hard part is doing those things that keep you up at night, because you’ve got to put your men first, and nothing beats that.” You consider telling her the hardest part. When doing those awful things stops feeling so awful anymore. But you shrug instead.

"Everything else is… secondary.”

[1/2]

>>874849
plz post the next update so i can go to bed

>>874912
This things take time you weeny.

>>874914
yer i konw and he wrights good just its 1 am here
and the only reasion im still awake is this

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>>874849

Trooper Saint is quiet for a while. You try not to think about how darn cute she is when thinking hard. You’re distracted by Corporal ‘White Bitch’ Tara leaning out of an alcove, right arm in a sling.

”There here is, the conquering hero.” ‘White Bitch’ gives Saint a look, typical of NCOs to the ranks. ”Buzz off, Trooper. LT and I are talking here.

The Corporal brushes her white lock out of hair of her face as the Saint leaves, still locked in serious thought. ‘White Bitch’ Tara looks you up and down, trying and failing not to look like she’s unabashedly checking you out.

”I liked what I saw last night, sir.” She leans in with a hungry grin and whispers conspiratorially “You ever done it in a church?”

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> [Response]


Yeah, I'm going to call it there. We'll start off from whatever is agreed upon from here.

>>874957
thanks man now i can go to bed

iv done many things in a church which one are you asking about?

>>874957
>"Later. Church full of wounded ain't the most comfortable place, and I'd rather not offend any gods that could happen to be watching."

>>874956
3:48am here, get on my level.

>>874957
Doing it in a church would be a lot more kinky without all the wounded and maimed around.

>>874981
>>874971
pretty sure she gets off on blood and that
also probs could pin he down with her hurt arm( fuckign dark elf sex life)

>>874957
Later, I ain't such a cold hearted bastard as to fuck around our men when all they can do is lay in a bed and watch.
Also to answer your question, yes, yes I have.
CUE KIRANOVA FLASHBACK.

>>874992
All the this

>>874992
>CUE KIRANOVA FLASHBACK

Hahahah, well I guess a mosque counts. And they have like a thousand matts all ready to lay out as well.

>>874957
>>874992
"Yes, yes I have. But we're not putting on a fekking show for the troops, Corporal. I'm staying at the manor. Report to my room tonight for your... debriefing."

>>875037
We're not putting this off for tonight. Prince needs some pussy and he needs it NOW.

>>875070
*tonight meaning in-universe and not here, just in case it sounded like I was making demands of the QM.

>>875070
Tempting, but I believe Prince has a prior engagement after this.

>>You have a meeting with the other LT's and some wealthy townspeople at midday, but you've got some time until then.

>>874992
>>874957
I'll support this. Also >>875037. Except not to screw but to make her help us catch up with our paperwork.

And to maybe talk about Snake.

>>875110
That is just cruel and sadistic.

"I'm here for the hot dicking you promised me, sir."
"Ah, you're here, good. Get started with this stack, please. Requisition forms don't write themselves, you know."

>>875094
>>875110
>>875120
Well we should make a seduction roll with promises of things to come, or something to keep her interested otherwise she'll get pissed at us blowing her off.

Rolled 10, 99, 99 = 208 (3d100)

>>875134
Let's see what the dice gods will give us.

>>875140
Nothing good.

>>875037
Supporting this.

>>874992
>>875037
+1

>>875134
We already have Kid and Saint doing our paperwork. We're fine on that front.

We're keeping 'White Bitch" interested by promising hot dickings after we are done with our duties for the day.

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Butcher's bill showing killed and wounded.

Why is Kid on the bill but Saint isn't?

>>875140
Holy fuck.

>>875210
Waifu powers.

>>875140
The dice gods say 1/3 successes and dubs on the failures.

That would be some grade A failure, like White Bitch pegs us right then and there on the table levels of failure.

>>875253
>Saint walks back in the room so deep in thought she bumps into us by accident, runs out out of the room when she comes back to reality
>We find her wide-eyed shakily smoking a cigarette and have to give her the birds and the bees talk Black Company style

>>875070
>>875037
All my support for this

I love this quest so much.

>>874957
We should finish in her ass so she doesn't get pregnant.

>>876239
Prince isn't some fucking leaky faucet premature ejaculator, but if you wanna finish in the ass you might as well start in the ass, but I doubt White Bitch gives herself an enema beforehand.

>>876374

Bitch you thirsty go get a sprite. Ignore waifus acquire sword skills.

Besides, from >>875140

Kind of looks like we ARE shit in bed.

We should be aiming for the Captain anyways.

>>874957
You sure do give your quest a lot of capable runts.

Wait. Sorry, Spoonerism.

> Not now, later. Also yes.

QM, don't forget to archive this thread before it drops off the bottom.

>>882304
The thread's gonna last at least a week longer before it dies, so the thread might not even be done.

/qst/ dead as all hell.

>>882304
Thread archived here.
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Black%20Company%20Quest

I'm pretty lazy about it but like >>882350 said, that's partly due to knowing it's not going anywhere. In future I'll try to archive immediately regardless of how tired I am.

Next thread hopefully the morning of the 2nd Dec, however if this interview comes through I'll be looking at a second-stage job interview on that date, so it may have to be later or suddenly drop off.

No offence to you lads but I really hope it does come through. I need this new job like a junkie needs crack.

>>885052
Thanks for running, this is an awesome quest.