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Warhammer Fantasy: Honor is all, Chivalry is all (Bretonnia CK2)

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>TFW You realized you fucked stuff up while you were writing the News

Please give me a moment to fix it.

Edit: Nevermind, I didn't done goof.
 
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Goddamn Vampires
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    • Goddamn Vampires

    Albin slid the crossbow under his bed, letting the steel rest on the wood. He flicked a piece off his shoulder, letting the detritus hit the ground. Sliding off his gilded chainmail, he threw himself into his bed; it was a filthy, stained thing, but after a week of camping in the woods, anything would be better.

    In any case, the bed fit the room; the paint was peeling, the drawers were splinter ridden, unstained things, and the floor was bare stone. The only saving grace, in any manner, was a window peering out into the mountains-- and that was hardly a gift considering his line of work.

    Still, he let himself take a nap, eyes closing; and for ten minutes he let himself sleep.

    Then, a quiet but insistent knocking on his door woke him, and he rose with a murderous glare.

    He stomped over to the Door, boots pounding on the stone; it was with a tired gaze that he reached the door.

    Before he could open it, though, it was flung open. He reeled back, taking a few steps-- only to trip over his crossbow that had, at some point been lain out through the room as a hazard. He tripped-- and plummeted through a window.

    He felt something cut into his shoulder and the sound of boots, heavy and thick, stepping through the glass shards.

    A heavy shadow, silhouetted with a cloak, fell over him; looking up, he saw a woman-- pale as the moon and cloaked in night's embrace.

    She looked down at him with a disdainful stare. "Nice fall. Managed to only pierce your shoulder; you could, probably, run away and escape me; I've got bigger leads, though none quite so stupid as to leave the holster for their crossbow in broad daylight."

    Albin felt some small hope rise up in his chest-- only for it to deflate with a "but".

    "But those windows are filthy; you wouldn't believe what I've seen happening on them, never mind by them. And that's the kind of filth that will slowly fester; it'll bite into the wound like a hound, ripping through you over days and days, attacking your mind and tearing your soul to shreds. By the time the infections done with you, you'll wish you'd bled out- it would have been faster.

    And it just so happens that I have access to only healer who might manage to save you in a fortnight's ride."

    The assassin looked to the left, the contract; then to the right, where he saw the glass sticking out from his shoulder, and he sighed.

    "What do you want?"

    "Just a name, and you get to live for at least week. Who hired you?"

    "Yann. Yann the Younger."

    Her eyes go wide, then she gives a cold, cold smile.

    "Really? Then it seems we must talk more assassin. Be proud-- you managed to survive a week after bringing a crossbow into Bretonnian lands, not something many could do."
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    TheNotoriousSMP said:
    Hoo boy, that's not good. Though at least it wasn't a crit fail, and we might be able to stop her with what we know now.

    Also, I might be wrong, but shouldn't The New Guys On The Block be finished? It was 4 turns long and we started it Turn 12 so I think it should have been completed this turn.
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    Yep.

    Right now it's late so I'll get it done tomorrow, but it will be fixed.
     
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    • Voikirium said:
    Also with them was a small-- perhaps dozen-- number of young Elven mages who, even nearly adolescents by their people's standards, have proved quite helpful in destroying the magical fuckery of Necromancers.
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    No one like nercomancers. Even other nercomancers don't like nercomancers.
     
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    Voikirium said:
    "But those windows are filthy; you wouldn't believe what I've seen happening on them, never mind by them. And that's the kind of filth that will slowly fester; it'll bite into the wound like a hound, ripping through you over days and days, attacking your mind and tearing your soul to shreds. By the time the infections done with you, you'll wish you'd bled out- it would have been faster.

    And it just so happens that I have access to only healer who might manage to save you in a fortnight's ride."
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    Someone's been taking their lessons from Batman, I see. :D:D:D

    [X] A Piece of the World is Missing
     
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