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B but also tell them to go to the opposite direction of wherever we're going tonight We want to be as far away from their fiery destruction as possible.
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2.4. So Long, Grissenwald Artist: Fejérváry Gergely "Remarkable, my herrs. I've never told fortune to such a lucky group before." "Lucky? Lucky how?" "Well, Captain, you will not be a Captain for much longer. Within a year, a good marriage with a noblewoman awaits. No more patrolling the Grissenwald market for you." The Captain laughs. "You see this, you fucks? Gonna be a nobleman. Gonna get me some peasants and a castle. Y'all gonna have to call me 'sir'". "And you, kind Gerhard, will take his place. You will be in charge of the market, with traders lining up to give you your cut of the sales." The fat man sits, puffed up like some sort of bird. The one-eyed man interjects. "Hang on, I'm gonna have to serve under Gerhard? He doesn't know his rear end from his elbow!" "Hey, gently caress you, I'd make a great Captain! You're gonna have to lick my drat boots!" "Not quite", you interrupt, "Your friend here will not be a guard for much longer either. You do not know it yet, but a distant relative of yours has an estate outside Altdorf. His immediate family have completely drained the poor man, so to spite them, he's leaving the whole thing to you." The one-eyed man strokes his chin. "An estate. I like that. Gonna leave this shithole behind and move to Altdorf." Their fortunes told, the group shakes your hand, says their good-byes, and wanders off, bickering about their futures. Idiots. Pesha finishes packing up the stall, and the three of you head to to the market. The caravan needs supplies, and there aren't going to be a lot of those left in the area. You even buy Dika an apple with your hard-earned money. Eventually, the three of you head back to the caravan. Time for some parenting. "Dika. You can't pull poo poo like that." "What? Come on, it all turned out fine! We're rolling in money!" "It turned out fine this time! You're not seeing the risks here. Don't gently caress with guards unless you have backup!" "Oh come on, what were they going to do? Kill me?" "Yes! They could have killed you, me, and Pesha here in the middle of town square, in broad daylight, and not a single loving one of those Reiklanders would have tried to help. These people HATE us, Dika. All they need is an excuse." Dika walks beside you, her head down low. Pesha, to his credit, pretends very hard not to hear any of this conversation. "Is that what happened to mom?" You sigh. You don't like thinking about your mother like that. "Yeah. Mom came to town the same day plague did. That was enough for them." "But she didn't even do anything!" "I know, Dika. It doesn't matter. It never matters." Your sister's about to cry. "Look, it's important that you learn that you can never trust them. When times are good, they'll buy what we sell, they'll pay for the fortunes and the dancing, but the second something goes wrong, we're the first on the pyres." Dika's lip trembles. "But! That's why we have each other, right? You're never alone. You got me, Pesha, Baba Tsera, aunt Vadoma, the whole caravan. We may not be welcome in Reiklander towns, but there's always room for you on the barges. Always. No exceptions. We look out for each other." You stop and hug the little girl, holding her tight. She's the dearest thing in the world to you. You would burn down this entire country before you let any harm come to her. The three of you finally make it to the barges. Cheers erupt once they see that you brought food. You set it down, and take Baba Tsera aside to let her know about the cards. She immediately sees how serious the situation is. One day you will be as wise as her, and will see the future with as much clarity as she does. "What did the cards show you, sweetling? Plague? Beastmen?" You shake your head. "No, fire. Every time I asked the cards for the future, they showed fire. Tonight." She nods and moves to the rest of the group, who are getting the food ready. "Everyone! I know you're hungry, and I know you see food in front of you. But we have bad news. This place is no longer safe. We move downriver." There are grumbles from the Strigany around her. They had just set up camp earlier today, and we're moving again already? "Pack the camp. We're moving as soon as we can." Pesha looks at the slice of pie in his hand, sighs, and puts it down. The camp comes alive as the men break down the tents, and the women bring the food below deck. You're almost done packing when the BOOM from the city reaches you. An ill smoke rises above the town, green flames licking it from below. Screams and gunshots ring out from Grissenwald. The caravan redoubles its effort to pack up and sail. Two figures approach the barges from the town, fleeing the chaos. An old man with a sackfull of books, and a dwarf of an indeterminite age rush towards you. "Thaggoraki! The town's full of 'em!" The old man catches his breath. "My companion is quite right. The ratmen burst from the ground, tearing the soldiers to pieces. Please, we need safe passage downriver. We've got coin, we can pay!" Baba Tsera looks the two over. "Reiklanders doesn't help Strigany, so why should the Stigany help Reiklanders?" She turns to the caravan. "Unless someone here thinks otherwise?" What do you say? A. Nothing. This isn't your problem. Let them fend for themselves. B. Help them! They're fleeing a fire, for Morr's sake! And one of them isn't even a Reiklander! C. They're out here alone and with coin. Another few unfortunate victims of a ratmen attack. D. Something else?
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B Self-preservation is a strong instinct. Rather than make a scene, lets save these stragglers so they can be on our side when the questions might come.
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B. The danger isn't over. There's strength in numbers. Plus they're an odd enough pair that they might be adventurers.
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B. Demand they dump everything they're carrying. Search them for weapons or any indication they;re not what they claim. If a quick inspection checks out they can come on board. Are ratmen known to use green explosives? I reckon there's a good chance they're gonna gently caress us over. Split em up into different boats and keep an eye on them either way.
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Outrail posted:B. Demand they dump everything they're carrying. Search them for weapons or any indication they;re not what they claim. If a quick inspection checks out they can come on board. Skaven are known for using warpstone in everything, which glows green. Dwarves are known as honest and trustworthy, and you do NOT want to piss one off. They hoard grudges over generations. Always best to do a dwarf a favor or deal with them honestly.
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B Point at dwarf "He's not a Reiklander." Point at scholar. "He can read, so also not a Reiklander."
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Because we haven't unlocked a skaven class yet. Warhammer Fantasy RP 2nd edition actually did have a splatbook for playing skaven. Skaven are great.
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Bring them aboard.
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B! Let's get them onboard and get the gently caress outta here.
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B Worst case scenario, what are these bargain bin Gotrek & Felix going to do against a whole boat of us?
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2.5. New Blood Artist: Sergey Dulin  Artist: Laurent Miny "These are no Reiklanders, Baba Tsera", you pipe up. "This one's a bit short, and that one can read. I say we help the men running from a city on fire." Baba Tsera looks them over. "Could be planning something." "Then we disarm them and split them up. I don't fear an unarmed old man with a book." Baba Tsera sighs. "On your responsibility, Myrela. Keep an eye on them." She turns to the strangers. "Don't just stand there, help us pack. You want to travel with us, you pull your own weight." The two rush to help the men put the last of the chests onto the barges, and the caravan sails north. You stand above deck, watching as the burning town slowly disappears out of view. From this far away, there is an eerie beauty to it: the green flames dance, bathing the Grissenwald in a pale green light. It's almost enough to make you forget about all the death. The old man and the dwarf walk up and watch the scene with you. Eventially, the man speaks. "The system shows its faults yet again. My companion and I warned the Baron that the rats were gathering in unusually large numbers, but did he listen? No, of course not, rulers never listen." "Are you two from around here?" "Me? Oh, goodness, no, I'm from Nuln myself. I do work for the university, mostly systems theory applied to the Winds of Magic, with an occasional diversion into metallurgy. A man cannot eat on systems alone, unfortunately." He laughs bitterly, before rememebering something. "Of course, where are my manners! Professor Albrecht von Einbeck, at your service." He bows courteously. "I was studying some rather unusual leyline behaviour in the woods, which led me to a spot under the town itself. Corruption of corruption of corruption, as it turns out. Or meta-meta-corruption, if you will." You have no idea what most of those words mean. The dwarf speaks up. "Al here stuck his nose into a Thaggoraki tunnel connected to the mines. The rats would've eaten him alive if not for my miners. Grungni was with us that day." He sticks out his hand for you to shake. "Nazril Ironbraid, gems and metalwork." He looks out to the burning town. "Well, just Nazril now, I suppose. Five generations of mining gone in one night. Going to have to kill a whole lot of Thaggoraki to set this right. Thanks for helping us escape. Won't forget it." Dika jumps onboard your barge, and studies the dwarf with great interest. She's seen dwarves before, but never this close up. The mountain folk tend to stay away from fortune telling. "Hi, I'm Dika, and this is Myrela. We see the future." She looks at you. "Baba Tsera said to send one of the strangers to her barge, for safety. Which one's staying with us?" Who do you keep on your barge? A. Keep the scholar. Maybe you can wrap your head around this meta-corruption business. B. Keep the dwarf. You're not as eager to talk to one as Dika is, but he is a curiosity to you.
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B. Let our elder talk to the scholar. I don't know enough to make the judgement on how he can be of use.
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2.6. The Merchant with a Grudge Artist: Ralph Horsley "Dika, escort the professor to Baba Tsera's barge, please. Herr Ironbraid will stay with us." Dika nods, waves to the dwarf, and helps the old man make it from one barge to the next. "I'm no herr, by the way. Just because I live in Reikland don't make me a Reiklander." You laugh. "Oh, I know that. I've never been outside Reikland, but if I told anyone in that town that I'm a Reiklander, they'd set the pyres up. So what do I call you?" "Nazril is fine." "Alright then, Nazril, how far are we taking you? Are you trying to put as much distance between you and Grissenwald as you can?" "What? No! Now, listen, I appreciate your help with getting me out from the attack, but I'm going back. Just need to make some coin, gather some brave Dawi, and kill every Thaggoraki we see there." You pause. "You... want to go back? To the burning city overrun by these 'ratmen'?" "Nothing 'want to' about it. My father worked that mine, and his father before that, and his father before that. We were there before the humans were, and we will be there long after. A pack of Thaggoraki isn't going to change that. Look", he adds, pulling out a map.  "This is southern Reikland. We're right here, on the very eastern border, moving north along the Reik river. I need to make it to Karak Azgaraz in the Grey Mounttains to the west. There, I can appeal to King Thuringar Orc-hewer for Dawi warriors and arms. My great-grandfather helped his grandfather a mere 900 years ago, and I am certain he will see the honour in my great quest." "Your great quest to... take a mine back from the rats?" "Of course! The thrice-damned Thaggoraki, or Skaven, as you humans call them, have been at war with the Dawi for thousands upon thousands of years. Now, I may not come from one of the great clans, and might not own the whole mine, but it's as noble a quest as any. This a WRONG, and it must be set RIGHT." He slams his fist into the table. He looks at the map and grumbles. "Now, there is a slight problem. I've never actually been to the Grey Mountains. Or any mountains, really. Or hills, for that matter. Grissenwald, born and raised." "So how do you..." "I don't know. I need to think about it." "I'll leave you to it, then." You head to the other side of the barge as Nazril studies his map and looks through his notes. What a strange, stubborn creature. The night is young, and there is plenty of time to kill as the caravan sails downriver. What do you spend time on? A. You're lucky you charmed the guards earlier today. If things had gotten violent, you wouldn't be much use in a fight. Time to change that. Ask Pesha to teach you to fight with a dagger. B. It is dark enough to read the stars. You haven't spent as much time studying the sight as you'd like lately. Learn more about telling the future from Baba Tsera. C. A third of fortune telling is seeing the future. A third is pageantry and trapppings. And a third is moving the cards faster than the eye can see. Ask Dika to train you to palm cards. D. Nazril is a trader with literal centuries of experience. You'd be a fool to let this opportunity pass by. Ask him to teach you to haggle better. (You might owe Nazril a favour for these lessons) E. Train another skill?
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Congratulations on not dying long enough to improve a skill! Well done, thread.
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D. I like the dwarf. Let's see what he's got to show us. I'm sure it'll cost us dearly. Haggle lessons by saying he owes us for speaking up.
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A. Stabbing people in the soft bits is how you get a head on this world
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A fighting skill is a must in the old world.
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I know we're playing a WH roguelike CYOA, but I'm for trading lessons. Let's proto-rogue trader this poo poo.
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D. Nazril seems like a good guy to get to know better. edit: plus, haggling is what saves our buns before so go with what you know!
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