"Beowulf. Get food." Arturia declared. "'ll do something about the water. That will keep them from dying of starvation at least."
"Meaningless if we do nothing about the carrion." Yukimura noted. "Then the rest of us sh-"
"No, little Yuki. You go and deal with the wounded." Nobunaga cut the samurai off before he could say too much. "I'll do something about the stench of madness in the air."
"Can you?" Muramasa raised an eyebrow. Nobunaga just nodded.
"I can. I'll burn it out if I have to." The Fool of Owari glanced at Arturia. "Our faerie permitting, of course."
"That doesn't mean anything." Arturia huffed, but Nobunaga just laughed.
"The rest of us will tend to the bodies." Mordred spoke up. "The longer they fester, the worse it gets for all of us."
"Ah, I thought our days of flinging corpses into mass graves were behind us." Ryouma muttered. Muramasa shook his head.
"The dead bring disease." He muttered. "This'd be much easier with a working smithy."
"Well it doesn't." Mordred grumbled. "Let's do this."
"Aye." Yukimura just started walking into town, rolling his shoulders. "Is anyone hurt!? I'm a chirurgeon!"
Arturia envied how easily the lie rolled off his tongue.
[X] Gather food. There is no other options. (DC10 Martial)
-[X] Beowulf
[Beowulf Martial 20 + 5 (dice) + 7 (Hrunting and Naegling) = 32 vs DC
10 25 - success]
Food. That was the most immediate concern. Without food, everyone would die. That was the logic the party had decided on, and Beowulf didn't see any reason to countermand it. That said, the plains did not look great for hunting.
At a guess, the village only had about eight hundred within it. Too much to be supported by just hunting, but not so many that a great hunt could not assist in keeping them fed. There were many things that normally would not be considered food that could be eaten, after all, like jackals or birds.
"Hmm. The air is unusual here." The search in the plains was not the greatest pickings. Yet in the distance, in the barren crags rising towards heaven, the eagle eyes of Beowulf spotted something.
Something that made him smile. He let out a bellow, rushing into the distance. He could make it there and back within a week easily.
Heroes were heroes, and a dragon would keep people fed easily.
[Food + 24]
[Coffers + 3]
[X] Purify the Water (DC 10 Learning)
-[X] Arturia Avalon
[Arturia Learning 21 + 10 (Identified Magical Effect) + 15 (
Excalibur) + 9 (Dice) = 55 vs DC 10 - Legendary Success]
"Excuse me. How long has the river been like this?"
The first person Arturia chose to ask was a child. Children were much easier to handle, after all. He was a boy, not so young to be an infant, probably closer to a teenager in truth.
"Two weeks." His answer was soft, as he forced the water through a makeshift sieve that wasn't really removing the impurities. He'd probably boil it next. "After his excellencies knights came through and slaughtered the demons. Y-you aren't from here, are you?"
"No." Arturia hummed, finger to her chin as she pondered.
"Are you one of the ladies Damsels? Have you come to save us?" Arturia blinked, glancing back to the boy.
The ladies damsels?
She didn't like the sound of that.
"No again, but I am here to help." Arturia answered. This sounded too much like… No, she needed to keep her thoughts in the present. "How did this happen to the river then?"
"Some spell, I reckin'. Mama thinks it's a curse, cause we refused to give up where the Companions Tomb was. Says we shoulda surrendered it." Arturia wasn't very sure about what that was, but probably a holy ground. There was so very much they didn't know. That they needed to know.
"Companion?"
"Ya' really aren't from around here." The boy sniffed. "What, are ya a witch?" And now he'd raised his guard. Arturia just shook her head.
"... Your lady and her damsels don't sound like they have your interests in mind." She answered blithely. "Or they wouldn't leave you to suffer so. Its been two weeks." She lifted her staff, as she stepped out onto the water. One step. Two steps. Three steps.
Then she turned. The boys mouth had fallen open.
"You lied! You are a witch!"
"Faerie, child." Arturia corrected. "The difference is important. Let me grant your wish."
Her staff lifted just once, before its but slammed into the water. Ether flowed through it, impurities crystalising, rising to the surface, and burning away.
"W-wow." The boy just looked on in wonder. Pure wonder. It saddened Arturia's heart, that for the first time since she'd come here, she saw a flicker of hope. "A-are you the lady!?"
"Just a faerie, child." Arturia answered. "Just a faerie."
[X] Attend to the populations medical needs (DC 10 Learning)
-[X] Sanada Yukimura
[Yukimura Learning 8 + 5 (Experience in emergency surgery) + 5 (Can deal Fire Damage) + 10 (dice) = 28 vs DC 10 + 15 (Mortal injury) = DC 25 - Success]
Yukimura had to admit. The ailments he found among the village were not exactly worthy of a ninjas time. As one of those who had thrown away honour on the battlefield, performing emergency surgery was easy, and dealing with common maladies just as much. The village had proven surprisingly resilient for one that had recently suffered woe.
"You are a chirugeon, right?" Yukimura looked up from the little hut he'd managed to requisition. The speaker was a woman. Quite old, actually.
"Yes. Do you have an infection?"
"No. It's not for me. Please, you have to save him."
"Save who?"
"Sir Geralt. Geralt d'Quenelles. He fell during the battle with the hordes and was left behind. The army had no time to spare tending to him." The woman answered. Yukimura pursed his lips. A knight. That could be good or bad, but having him in their debt would be of value.
Blast it, where was Arturia? She was definitely more suited to this then he was. But she was nowhere to be seen and if the knight was injured, he may be critical. There was no time to look.
"Very well. Take me to him."
The woman, Yukimura learned, was Getrude, the last surviving member of the mayors family and thus de facto leader of the village. It was an odd line of succession, but there was no one else to lead, even if she didn't want it. The knight had been placed in her lodgings as the closest to luxury the village had.
His wounds were grievous. Mortal, even, Yukimura would say.
But he'd seen this wound before, and been saved from it in an equally unconventional way.
"I will need water. He has been inflicted with a rotting poison in the gut. I will have to burn away the infected flesh." Yukimura explained, a flicker of flame burning away the germs around his hands. The woman looked hesitant. "Please, hurry. I have suffered this before. He has been inflicted for seventeen days."
"How did you…" Getrude shook her head. "Nevermind. Will you need sheets or-"
"Bark. From a old dark tree. The rest I have on me." Most humans would be lucky to survive with a chunk of their stomach missing. It was probably the end of Geralt's liquor drinking days. Even so, Yukimura had to try.
Minutes turned to hours. Hours turned to days…
[X] Clear away the dead (DC45 Stewardship)
-[X] Mordred Pendragon
-[X] Sakamoto Ryouma
-[X] Senji Muramasa
[Mordred Stewardship 14 + 7 (Bonus Stewardship from assistance) + 5 (Oryou assistance) + 5 (Knight of the Round Table) + 3 (Thirteen Vows - For Good) + 5 (Access to Fire attacks) + 4 (dice) = 43 vs DC 45 - Minor Miss]
"There's… so many." Ryouma's voice just made Mordred roll her eyes as she strode forth, armour burning away in magical energy as she did so. It would just get in the way. "Amr! Put some clothes on!"
"Boy. Get me a schmock or something." Mordred barked to one of the peasants as she strode past. "Put your back into it, Ryouma."
"But-"
"Oryou concurs. Ryouma's arms are like noodles. Need more back."
"I can't win, can I." Ryouma just let out a groan, glancing at Muramasa. "Where should we put them?"
"There's too many for a mass grave. We need-"
"A pyre. You get some wood." Mordred answered. "I'm sure a smithy can get a good fire going. I'll do the heavy lifting." That she was slighter and smaller then all three of her companions didn't come up, given she punted a corpse of a blue… thing to the top of the pile without any effort. "No, a pyre won't work. The flesh is bloated. The ash will fall on the village."
"A kiln, then. We'll funnel it away using pressure." Muramasa spoke up. "I can have one ready."
"Then do it. Ryouma, come on you useless bastard!"
"Coming, coming!"
[X] Purify the Corruption (DC 15 Learning)
-[x] Oda Nobunaga
[Nobunaga Learning 12 + 9 (Avenger) + 4 (Demon King) + 6 (Papiyas) + 7 (Dice) = 38 vs DC 15 (Corruption of Tzeentch) = Overwhelming Success]
"You. Come with me." Nobunaga's voice brooked no opposition as he pointed to a small group of teenagers and motioned for them to follow. His eye for talent had not faded in the slightest, and he needed pages and errand boys anyway. Especially if they were spending time here.
They were spending time here. He knew Arturia's type. Bleeding hearts the lot of them. The world needed more of them.
"Who are you?" One was almost punkish. Good. Nobunaga just grinned, glancing over his shoulder.
"The one whose kicking the evil out of here. You, fetch me a cup. You, I need water, and you. Get me some damn tea leaves."
"You want us to get you tea?"
"No, I ordered you to get me tea. Get moving!" The thunderous command sent the boys scurrying, leaving only a girl behind.
"And me?"
"Just your belief will do." Nobunaga answered, taking a seat before a great tree, its leaves ripped away and burned half to ashes. "No, and some answers to some questions, if you will."
"And if I say no?"
"You don't say no to Nobunaga." The demon king retorted. "First question. The hell happened?"
Hell. Ha, that was a good one.
"The demons happened. Everyone was called by his excellency to fight. Most of them haven't come back." The girl answered.
"His excellency?"
"Sir Tancred. Have you lived under a…" She trailed off, examining Nobunaga's face. "You come from the empire!"
"Do I now."
"Either that or yer a demon in disguise."
"Hardly." Well, that one might have been a lie. Nobunaga just pursed his lips, staring at the tree. "Did you know that the demons tied your village's life to this tree? If it dies, so does the village."
"Well, its dead. Are you trying to tell us we are too."
"Trees are resilient. So long as the trunk remains, then the tree continues." Nobunaga chided. "But the corruption seeps into the land like a poison from this spot. To save the land, it needs to be burned out."
"Hah. Sounds like the fancy words of a madman."
"Many have called me mad. Let me back it up with words." Nobunaga retorted. He waved his hand, and with it, the tree ignited.
"Ah! What are you doing!?"
"Burning out the corruption." Really, it was a simple curse. One so insidious that trying to break it with magic would be to everyone's detriment. But Nobunaga was no mage. No, he was a demon king.
And demon king's did not share.
Flames burned and danced around the tree, as wisps of purple drew into its walls, deeper and deeper. Finally, with a snap of Nobunaga's fingers, it ended. The flames vanished, and the tree had become petrified stone, little buds of white on its limbs.
"... Its stone."
"Its petrified." Nobunaga explained. "Now it will stand forever, as will your village." The air already felt purer, less oppressive. It was quite a change. The sun seemed just a little brighter. "Now, I would like some tea."
Oh it would taste so good.
<---->
"The land is called Bretonnia." Arturia explained as the heroes, minus Yukimura and Beowulf, gathered of the evening. Morded just hummed.
"Aye. This duchy is called Quenelles. Though whether it still counts as a duchy is anyone's guess." She answered dryly. "Seems everyone who can swing a sword was already conscripted by the army as it passed through. We need another few days to light the kiln properly, by the way."
"Shouldn't be an issue. I hope its construction was to your liking." Muramasa spoke up. Mordred just huffed.
"Coulda made it easier to get the corpses in."
"My apologies. I'll do better next time." The pair just looked away from each other, a small grin on their faces. Arturia coughed for attention.
"They worship someone called the lady of the lake." She spoke up. "Apparently there is a chapel to her nearby. I would like to visit it."
"Lady of the lake?" Ryouma frowned. "Isn't that someone from the lands of Britain?"
"Perhaps. I would like to seek the source of it all, regardless." Arturia answered. "If she's a faerie like me, then she'll have to answer when I call."
"And if she is actually a goddess?"
"Goddesses can be faeries too." Everyone fell silent, as a knock rang out at the door. "Come in!"
"Sorry I am late. I have good news. Sir Geralt has awoken." Yukimura declared as he entered. "Oh, Arturia. Your back."
"Aye. Sorry for causing you issues. I had to go upstream to purify the water fully. What did I miss?"
"One of the knights from the battle was mortally wounded and left behind. I treated the rotting flesh. He'll never drink again, but he should be fine." Yukimura declared. "He said a number of things in his delirium I thought useful."
"Such as?"
"Does Fateweaver mean anything to anyone?" No one nodded. Yukimura folded his hands together. "I thought not. He's an enemy wizard, and apparently the one who cursed the town."
"Then his curses are like piss." Nobunaga retorted. "Is there even anything to fear?"
"Probably. Apparently the army was massacred. I'm not sure who's army, but given Geralt's condition, it doesn't look good for the locals." Yukimura answered. "I think it's safe to say whoever is here is it."
"... That's nowhere near enough if these demons decide to turn around." Ryouma muttered. "They'll all be-" Whatever he was about to say was cut off by a scream. He rose with a start, and he and Mordred were out the door before anyone could say a word.
"Oh. Right. Beowulf's back, by the way." Yukimura grumbled. "Honestly, the man has no moder-"
"WHAT POSSESSED YOU TO HUNT A DRAGON!?"
<---->
Until you have restored this area, you will take actions in weeks, not months. Turn 0 will end when the village is restored.
Telial
Minor Settlement
Chaos Corruption: None
Highly damaged
Population: 712 (relatively healthy)
Corpses: 2350~ (Contained within a kiln)
Defence Level: 3 -> 20 (Muramasa)
Battalions: Peasant Mob (Martial 4)
Food Levels: 32 (-7 per turn)
Coffers: 3 (minor horde)
[Available Facilities]
None
[Damaged Facilities]
Smithy
Farmlands
Stables
Well
Grainhouses
[Local Resources]
Farmlands
Forests
River
Grail Chapel (Unknown Condition)
A small settlement in the western plains of Quenelles, ravaged by the Tzeentch horde. The population has been decimated by the recent fighting, and very few of combat age are left due to being conscripted into the Duke's armies to defend the realm. The village appears to have been the unfortunate location of recent combat, however, there is no chance the forces gathered here could have fought off the hordes of Tzeentch. They must have received help.
You have 4AP. Each specific task you wish to perform will consume 1AP unless noted otherwise.
[ ] Gather additional food. (DC10 Martial)
-[ ] Assign Servant.
[ ] Repair a building. (DC14 Stewardship -> Grand Smith Active)
-[ ] Which building?
--[ ] Senji Muramasa
[ ] Scout the local area (Intrigue Check)
-[ ] Sanada Yukimura
[ ] The Rough Ones (Automatic Success)
-[ ] Sakamoto Ryouma
[ ] Administer the village (Opposed Stewardship vs Getrude Stewardship 5)
-[ ] Oda Nobunaga or Mordred
[ ] Pump the village for information
-[ ] Assign Servant
[ ] Travel to the Grail Church (1ap per Servant)
-[ ] Assign Servant
[ ] Burn the Bodies (Stewardship DC 2/Learning 10)
-[ ] Assign Servant
[ ] Write in.
Arturia Avalon has chosen to act.
[X] Travel to the Grail Church.
If Muramasa does not travel to the Grail Church, he will cease acting as Arturia's adjunct.