The biggest downer last update was that the Elders got a kick back from fading out. We don't need their bs >.<.
Ohwell, hopefully this turn goes right.
I think our gm would roll to have some survivors who we'd follow after. Back to our nomad roots.
Our gm weaves low rolls beutifully into the narrative, remember the hunters rolls? That was handled far better than AN did when PoC got low rolls, crash and burn in power wank PoC traveled.
I think our gm would roll to have some survivors who we'd follow after. Back to our nomad roots.
Our gm weaves low rolls beutifully into the narrative, remember the hunters rolls? That was handled far better than AN did when PoC got low rolls, crash and burn in power wank PoC traveled.
That would probably sour the story for me personally, since it negates most of what we worked for, since little to no traits would persist well. Any that did would be warped and altered due to nomadic memory and the collapse.
Though yes, it is handled better by this qm.
[X] The time for words and gestures has passed. Send out the hunters and the clans loyal to the council to crush the rebels.
There was no discussion or argument about what had to be done. Knowing that he would be able to count on the support of his wife, Snow-Fox turned to the other two council members, receiving only resolute nods in return. Crocus, who had always been the voice of moderation and tried to find common ground in any disagreement, hesitated not a moment. Not even she was willing to offer terms to the clans. While one might have expected to see joy on Winter-Sun's face, having the proof that his warnings had merit dropped into his lap, there was only a weary resignation to read from his features. For all that he had used quite strong words in his rants of the past moons, they had been born out of genuine fears, not a desire for the bloodshed that would now commence.
As the Great Hunter turned back to his men who awaited his orders, the hesitance of a moment ago was gone. It did not matter if the council's actions had caused this or if this could have been avoided by talking to the clans. It was a battle now, and in the heart of their home at that. There was no room for doubt, only action. Runners were send out to order the hunters and prepare them for battle, another two to venture towards the last known location of the minor clans hunters and Red-Wolf's group. Snow-Fox felt a slight pang of worry while thinking about his wife, for the hunters she had with her were all clans-folk, but there was nothing he could do about it. He would just hope that she was well and make sure that there was a home for her to return to.
Information
Troop quality and Moral are measured in five steps, with each step above or below the average giving a bonus or penalty of 20 to all combat rolls.
Quality: Elite > Veteran > Regular > Green > Rabble
Moral: Vigorous > Good > Steady > Wavering > Routing
Available Troops
Villagers: 67 -> 2 Hunter Squads (1 Veteran / Steady, 1 Regular / Steady) present in village
Lesser Clans: 34 -> 1 Mob (Rabble / Vigorous) present in village
Elm-Clan: 97 -> 1 Hunter Squad (Elite / Vigorous) present in village
Speaker-Clan: 28 -> 1 Mob (Rabble / Wavering) present in village
Reinforcements
1 Squad of Hunters (Lesser Clans): 6 -> too far away to join the battle
1 Squad of Hunters (Red-Wolf): Unknown
When he saw what men and women he had available, Snow-Fox silently cursed himself for not acting sooner. The hunters were all present, though they seemed just as confused as everyone else and from the minor clans, only a large bunch of assorted people armed with whatever they could find were ready. That they also seemed very eager to fight was a quite mixed blessing for the Great Hunter. Though in the end, he couldn't pick his lot. If he could, he would not fight at all. Thus he quickly ordered the less experienced hunters to stay behind and defend the council, while he would lead the others to march upon the clans, hoping to strike at them before they could act. The mob hailing from the lesser clans followed him as he began to march, no order was necessary to lead them to the battle they so eagerly awaited.
Yet the short march towards the clans huts was harder than he had anticipated. With most of the villagers staying inside their huts, he knew immediately that the large group blocking his path would be trouble, even if they looked not like they would give battle. Though getting the last part into the heads of clansmen under his command proved difficult and it nearly came to a fight anyway as they tried to charge ahead and were barely restrained by the hunters. All the while, the group yelled at the hunters and threw stones at them, calling them butchers and madmen who were coming to slaughter the innocent clans. Far too many precious moments had been wasted to march through the small gaps between the huts to switch to a different path, and all the while the rioting villagers kept harassing the hunters and the clan-folks mob.
It took more shouting on his part to finally discourage to pursue them further and a few spears thrown in their general direction might have been involved, but at least Snow-Fox reached his goal. Yet as he saw only more barely armed civilians standing in between the clans huts, his heart sank. The warriors, for simply calling them hunters did not do them justice, of the Elm-Clan were nowhere in sight. Were they planning an ambush if they gave battle? Had they gone somewhere else? He quickly glanced back over his shoulder towards the councils hut, not even sure what he expected or hoped to find. There were no fires at least, yet that might have meant nothing.
The hollering of the rabble among his group drew Snow-Fox's attention back towards the matter at hand. His opponents didn't look as if they were truly willing to fight, even the insults hurled at them making them quake as if it had been spears. Yet they did not disperse, not even when he shouted at them to do so and to bring the clan leaders to him. Instead they closed their ranks tightly, tools and simple weapons raised in a gesture of defiance. He knew right then and there that he would never be able to forget this night, knowing full well what his next words would bring. Yet he had no true choice in this matter. They had come to disperse a rebellion and that they would do, even if it would bloody.
Thus he hefted his spear and shouted to charge. Thus his hunters charged. Thus the village ran red with blood. To call it a battle would be a bold lie, the thrown spears of veteran hunters felling the untrained men and woman before them easily, softening up their ranks for long spears to do their grisly work. Screams and panic surged through the clansmen, redoubling in their intensity as their brethren swarmed around the hunters to encircle their foes. It was murder, pure and simple. They never stood a chance against Snow-Fox's force, and soon enough the charge faltered as his hunters lost their footing on ground that was slick with blood and strewn with the dead and dying.
They tried to surrender, yet in the chaos, the killing carried on. The yells of the Great Hunter were drowned out by wailing of the wounded, taking far too long to be heard. And even then, while his hunters stood down already, the members of the lesser clans still struck a few more blows. What hatred they must have carried in their hearts for their fellows that they would enact such savagery upon them? It took another few yells until the last one had stopped. The tone of Snow-Fox had never wavered, always resolute and always confident. In the end he would have pleaded were he just an ordinary man, yet he was not. He was the Great Hunter and he had done what was necessary, no matter for how long the memories would haunt him.
Clans-folk they might have been, yet he saw them as his brothers and sisters. His own tribe. And now they lay dead at his feet, pool and streams of red forming as the last drops of life ran out of their bodies. Heads split apart by axes and other tools, guts popping out of flesh pierced by spears. Among it all, the screams and wailing did not stop. Those that had survived looked fearfully at him and his hunters as they strode through the carnage they wrought, marching upon the huts these people had tried to protect.
Yet as he reached them, they were empty. The leaders of the Elm-Clan and the Speaker-Clan were nowhere to be found and neither were their warriors. It was then that Snow-Fox finally heard that some of the screams came not from the survivors of his attack, but from the center of the village.
Turn 1
Maneuver Phase
Villagers: Sending 1 Hunter Squad (Veteran / Steady) and 1 Mob (Rabble / Vigorous) to attack the clan holdings, 1 Hunter Squad (Regular / Steady) stays and protects the council
8 + 10 (Planning) + 20 (Snow-Fox) = 38 -> delayed by rioters
Clans: Unknown
Combat Phase
Clan Holdings:
Hunters
44 + 20 (Veteran) + 50 (Snow-Fox) vs 43 - 40 (Rabble) - 20 (Wavering) = 114 vs -17
Speaker-Mob at 369/500
Villager-Mob
41 - 40 (Rabble) + 40 (Vigorous) vs 38 - 40 (Rabble) - 20 (Wavering) = 41 vs -22
Speaker-Mob at 306/500
Speaker-Mob
1d2 = 1 -> Attacks Hunters
34 - 40 (Rabble) - 20 (Wavering) vs 37 + 20 (Veteran) + 50 (Snow-Fox) = -26 vs 107
No damage dealt.
Morale Phase
Hunters: 68 + 50 (Dealt Catastrophic Damage) + 10 (Perseverance) = 128 -> Moral raised to Vigorous
Villager-Mob: 91 + 50 (Dealt Catastrophic Damage) + 10 (Perseverance) = 151 -> Moral raised to Frenzy (unit becomes uncontrollable, gains +20 above the bonus for Vigorous moral and additional +50 to moral checks)
Speaker-Mob: Sustained catastrophic damage and automatically routs
Turn 2
Movement Phase
Speaker-Mob tries to disengage: 27 -> Failed
Snow-Fox tries to reign in the Villager-Mob: 37 -> Success, but Villager-Mob still acts freely this turn
Combat Phase
Speaker-Mob tries to surrender, but Villager-Mob gives no quarter!
Villager-Mob:
73 - 40 (Rabble) + 60 (Frenzy!) vs 11 - 40 (Rabble) - 40 (Routing) = 93 vs -69
Speaker-Mob at 144/500
AN: It's getting pretty late for me, so I'm going to close this part here, even if there is no vote. The conclusion of the battle and how to deal with the aftermath will come as soon as I have a pinch of time.
It was in part the easiest way to get rid of the bad traits, if we win the minor clans will practice their cannibalism in private, and it should fade in a few generations. The Clans Identity as well should weaken.
Great, Luckily the decapitation won't work as well as they hope, the leader of our forces is not there. I mean i aint saying it won't hurt and absolutely maim us if it goes their way, but at least they aint killing our actual general.
Ironically this might lead to us just not having a council and making Snow Fox Chief or some shit.
The mob we just murdered is pretty representative of what we left behind and the troops they're facing look to be about 50% better than ours but a smaller force.
