Ok now that makes sense. I misread your post sorry and thank me those roll were bad
Druchii Quest
- Thread starter Claytonimor
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Claytonimor
WE WILL TAKE JERUSALEM
- Location
- Loudon, TN
Okay, so I need seven 1d100 rolls.
And they weren't "bad"- per se. It's more proper to call them "minor" in cases like this. You'd be getting more fun facts than actionable intel.
Claytonimor
WE WILL TAKE JERUSALEM
- Location
- Loudon, TN
If no one else rolls them by morning, I don't mind if you polish the other 5 off.
Morning what time I live in central USA.
Claytonimor
WE WILL TAKE JERUSALEM
- Location
- Loudon, TN
I'm Eastern Time, so whenever you wake up.
You managed to refresh in the moment before my finger clicked 4 more times....
Claytonimor
WE WILL TAKE JERUSALEM
- Location
- Loudon, TN
Much thanks, you guys. I'll poop one out here in a bit after the dogs go out.
How Not to Write a Tavern Scene
Claytonimor
WE WILL TAKE JERUSALEM
- Location
- Loudon, TN
Well. You could do both, you supposed. It wouldn't do to go to them without something more, though.
With that in mind, you set off to continue your search, writing in reporting to your command and visiting the cult later today.
You briefly consider a trip to a library, but shake your head. You have some measure of knowledge about your target, but you think more… recent events would lead to a better understanding of what you're up against.
As such, places where rumors abound would likely aid you. And, as you'd already gone to the bazaar today, you figure a trip to the nearest tavern would be helpful.
Of course, the second you enter the "Bruised Maiden" you greatly regret it.
"Shit, Vanreir. You stalkin' me?"
Dammit. You thought you'd at least be annoyed by drunken strangers.
"No, Makahl. I'm conducting intelligence gathering missions. Which require me to not get distracted by my superior's drunken ramblings."
You take a seat across from her, in a booth, anyway, because you don't doubt she'll just bug you the whole time if you don't.
Makahl, her breath even more disgusting than her behavior, shoots back at you.
"I'll have you know I'm very careful not to get drunk. In fact, I always make sure to stop aft-"
At this point, you sigh, try to ignore Makahl, look as best you can like a lover being berated, and listen in.
In the booth behind you.
"Ha, those bastards deserved it. They've been skimping on patrol duty anyway. Deserve to lose a third of them- maybe it'll have beat that '71st strong' superiority out of them for once."
"I don't know, they looked more angry than shocked."
"Then they can go suck a fat one. I'm happy."
Maybe something? You try to listen further, but the two move on to other topics. While you listen in for other targets, the barmaid- a waifish human, looking to be of Nipponese descent- shyly takes your order for a light booze.
She gives Makahl and glance, but you snarl and wave her off before she gets your 'companion' riled up further.
Soon enough- you fire a quick "What else is new" at Makahl to keep her talking- you catch another bit of news.
"Shit, man. That sounds rough. Any chance of getting out of an execution?"
"Hopefully he'll just strip the rest of us of our status as nobles. I doubt it, though. I can't think what the hell the patriarchs were thinking, hiding that kind of danger from Morathi."
"Especially not after Ghrond just got hit. Half the lower spired had to be burned out after those daemons came through."
"Yeah, I get you. Possible execution's better than definite one for desertion, though."
That… is interesting. You listen on for a bit, but it mostly turns into the not-traitor buying drinks for the one to be executed.
That does make you more nervous, though. What did the Hag Queen find that his family was harboring? And you don't doubt that there is at least one of the Black Guard of Naggaroth here, if the man drinking is slated for execution.
As you search for more people to listen in one, Makahl interrupts you.
"Hey, shit-for-brains."
Holding back a sigh, you give her a look.
"What is it, my sister?"
She rolls her eyes.
"I know you'd rather not listen to me-"
The waif comes back and drops off your drink before scampering away.
"- but I did listen in for a few things myself."
You give her a look.
"Then speak up."
She looks mildly nervous, but shakes it down. The fact that you even noticed it, however, just goes to show how unprepared she is for greater responsibilities.
"You're lucky I don't mind pushy Druchii."
She then continues.
"It's just some local stuff, but the passes to the south have been getting more landslides than usual, so movement of men and supplies has been slowed down."
You wave your hand, as if to say "Get on with it". She acquiesces.
"Other units are having trouble with cohesion and lots of Druchii are showing up late to their posts. Not that it seems to matter, since something's clearing out the local Hung tribes. Command says their moving further west to try something against Cathay."
Seeing her eager- as little as she shows it- face as she finishes, you start to feel more and more like you have a pet here, rather than a superior. Still, some of that is useful.
Whoever was going to be showing up will likely be slowed on the way in by those rockslides; with the Hung moving away from the area, most of your duties are probably going to consist of patrolling the tower; and men showing up late to their posts- especially with the punishment such an action incurs- probably points to the scale of whatever it is you're up against right now, assuming those at least some of those who're late are your targets.
Still, you doubt that there's much more for you to catch.
Thanking your superior for her time, you start to make your way out of the tavern, with her hugging your heels like a puppy.
As you leave, you do, however, catch one last interesting piece.
"Yeah, something spooked the tree spirits and they caught her."
"You think it was one of the Hag Queen's assassination groups again?"
"Not much else surprises those Avelorn folk."
"Condolences. Guess you're back on the market, at least."
"Hey, fuck you."
Fun. Makahl breaks off from you outside the tavern and you begin to wander, both physically and mentally.
Roll 3d100, the highest will be taken
With that in mind, you set off to continue your search, writing in reporting to your command and visiting the cult later today.
You briefly consider a trip to a library, but shake your head. You have some measure of knowledge about your target, but you think more… recent events would lead to a better understanding of what you're up against.
As such, places where rumors abound would likely aid you. And, as you'd already gone to the bazaar today, you figure a trip to the nearest tavern would be helpful.
Of course, the second you enter the "Bruised Maiden" you greatly regret it.
"Shit, Vanreir. You stalkin' me?"
Dammit. You thought you'd at least be annoyed by drunken strangers.
"No, Makahl. I'm conducting intelligence gathering missions. Which require me to not get distracted by my superior's drunken ramblings."
You take a seat across from her, in a booth, anyway, because you don't doubt she'll just bug you the whole time if you don't.
Makahl, her breath even more disgusting than her behavior, shoots back at you.
"I'll have you know I'm very careful not to get drunk. In fact, I always make sure to stop aft-"
At this point, you sigh, try to ignore Makahl, look as best you can like a lover being berated, and listen in.
In the booth behind you.
"Ha, those bastards deserved it. They've been skimping on patrol duty anyway. Deserve to lose a third of them- maybe it'll have beat that '71st strong' superiority out of them for once."
"I don't know, they looked more angry than shocked."
"Then they can go suck a fat one. I'm happy."
Maybe something? You try to listen further, but the two move on to other topics. While you listen in for other targets, the barmaid- a waifish human, looking to be of Nipponese descent- shyly takes your order for a light booze.
She gives Makahl and glance, but you snarl and wave her off before she gets your 'companion' riled up further.
Soon enough- you fire a quick "What else is new" at Makahl to keep her talking- you catch another bit of news.
"Shit, man. That sounds rough. Any chance of getting out of an execution?"
"Hopefully he'll just strip the rest of us of our status as nobles. I doubt it, though. I can't think what the hell the patriarchs were thinking, hiding that kind of danger from Morathi."
"Especially not after Ghrond just got hit. Half the lower spired had to be burned out after those daemons came through."
"Yeah, I get you. Possible execution's better than definite one for desertion, though."
That… is interesting. You listen on for a bit, but it mostly turns into the not-traitor buying drinks for the one to be executed.
That does make you more nervous, though. What did the Hag Queen find that his family was harboring? And you don't doubt that there is at least one of the Black Guard of Naggaroth here, if the man drinking is slated for execution.
As you search for more people to listen in one, Makahl interrupts you.
"Hey, shit-for-brains."
Holding back a sigh, you give her a look.
"What is it, my sister?"
She rolls her eyes.
"I know you'd rather not listen to me-"
The waif comes back and drops off your drink before scampering away.
"- but I did listen in for a few things myself."
You give her a look.
"Then speak up."
She looks mildly nervous, but shakes it down. The fact that you even noticed it, however, just goes to show how unprepared she is for greater responsibilities.
"You're lucky I don't mind pushy Druchii."
She then continues.
"It's just some local stuff, but the passes to the south have been getting more landslides than usual, so movement of men and supplies has been slowed down."
You wave your hand, as if to say "Get on with it". She acquiesces.
"Other units are having trouble with cohesion and lots of Druchii are showing up late to their posts. Not that it seems to matter, since something's clearing out the local Hung tribes. Command says their moving further west to try something against Cathay."
Seeing her eager- as little as she shows it- face as she finishes, you start to feel more and more like you have a pet here, rather than a superior. Still, some of that is useful.
Whoever was going to be showing up will likely be slowed on the way in by those rockslides; with the Hung moving away from the area, most of your duties are probably going to consist of patrolling the tower; and men showing up late to their posts- especially with the punishment such an action incurs- probably points to the scale of whatever it is you're up against right now, assuming those at least some of those who're late are your targets.
Still, you doubt that there's much more for you to catch.
Thanking your superior for her time, you start to make your way out of the tavern, with her hugging your heels like a puppy.
As you leave, you do, however, catch one last interesting piece.
"Yeah, something spooked the tree spirits and they caught her."
"You think it was one of the Hag Queen's assassination groups again?"
"Not much else surprises those Avelorn folk."
"Condolences. Guess you're back on the market, at least."
"Hey, fuck you."
Fun. Makahl breaks off from you outside the tavern and you begin to wander, both physically and mentally.
Roll 3d100, the highest will be taken
MasterDrakus
DEUS SOL
- Location
- Minas Gerais, Brazil
What's the Druchii option on incest again?
I don't think she is actually his sister. That's just what all the people in their barracks call one another.
Another, us vs them mentality on the unit level.
Claytonimor
WE WILL TAKE JERUSALEM
- Location
- Loudon, TN
What?
Well, I mean, his sister was still super creepy.
Oh! That!
Yeah. They're all orphans or unwanted bastards, technically. So almost none of them are related at all. Still, they grew up mostly together and under a "barrack mother" to whom they were "children". It's just a unit thing.
konamikode
Cooking Harder
Boop boopin the boops
Claytonimor
WE WILL TAKE JERUSALEM
- Location
- Loudon, TN
yay.
I have a question for you guys.
Are you enjoying this so far? I mean for it to be mostly casual, but I'm genuinely curious.
Also, fyi. XP doesn't count towards ranking up until it's spent.
I'm enjoying myself.
Still waiting to have a bit more xp before splurging, personally.
konamikode
Cooking Harder
It's nice seeing something different from the norm concerning warhammer.
Claytonimor
WE WILL TAKE JERUSALEM
- Location
- Loudon, TN
Good to know, mate.
It's mental exercise. I think If I took it too seriously, I'd have burned out by now, but keeping each bit short is helping a lot.
How so?
konamikode
Cooking Harder
Specifically playing as a dark elf is a fresh breath of air. The setting is mostly unexplored on SV/SB/QQ and probably the best part about it is the neutral (maybe lawful) tone of the character.
Claytonimor
WE WILL TAKE JERUSALEM
- Location
- Loudon, TN
Well, I mean, you guys did pick the "become the greatest warrior" desire-
-Which reminds me, fate points are given by moving along that path or for really good rolls in conjunction with a write-in-
-so it'd only make sense to have your guy be ruthlessly pragmatic and annoyed by other concerns.
Not that I'm saying I'm actually portraying that right, that's just what I hope to eventually begin to start to successfully hint at portraying. And is it really? I figured there would be some Druchii quests out there. I mean, maybe they are more ck2-style quests like most of the other quests on SV, but I figured they'd be out there.
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Ganoso has a Dark Elf quest, but that's the only one I know of.