>>6475410
Had Kato collab with me on that one, the Battle for Conton City was a fun one. Got to fight a legend of questing.
Yes, indeed.
True. However, a more pressing question may be: where was that Red Lantern ACTUALLY going? Was he aimed at Arctus? Or did our extraplanar entity break their mind and they came after you instead of someone else?
Wait, Beerus is out? Sheeeeit, guess I better hop on and find it.
True. I think Daima was better characterization than Super, personally. But Toriyama was also more hands on with it, which makes sense.
True. But when you consider someone like Slug's power boost, as a fellow Super Namekian, and being nearly fifty times stronger with his youth restored, prime Neva would have been a THREAT. No doubt able to best Third Eye Abura easily, just didn't want the responsibility of ruling the entire Demon Realm. And just because he's no doubt lost the raw power, there's certainly something to be said about old age and trechary.
>>6475427
Yes, that's the one. I meant specifically the hands though, as they're also noticeably larger.
True enough. I did like the way they played it for Goku's UI training before Hit arrives, loved the foreshadowing there as he instinctually dodged Bulma. Showed he was getting close at the Hit rematch to unlocking Ultra Instinct, but that fight simply couldn't push him over the edge. Clearly Whis was trying, else he wouldn't have agreed to bring Hit over to try and kill him.
Love that joke. That's what Super missed, most of the time. Was Toriyama's special brand of ironic/situational humor, and not just general Japanese humor.
She's started it back on Spacebattles, Tuffle Quest Super has begun:
https://forums.spacebattles.com/threads/going-even-further-beyond-dragon-ball-tuffle-quest-super.1333838/

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>>6475769
>where was that Red Lantern ACTUALLY going? Was he aimed at Arctus? Or did our extraplanar entity break their mind and they came after you instead of someone else?
Those are indeed good questions. Though in character at the moment Karn will not have moment to ponder it. Real intense time ahead.
>True. But when you consider someone like Slug's power boost, as a fellow Super Namekian, and being nearly fifty times stronger with his youth restored, prime Neva would have been a THREAT. No doubt able to best Third Eye Abura easily, just didn't want the responsibility of ruling the entire Demon Realm. And just because he's no doubt lost the raw power, there's certainly something to be said about old age and trechary.
You arguments have convinced me.

SOON

>>6475769
>Had Kato collab with me on that one, the Battle for Conton City was a fun one. Got to fight a legend of questing.
Awesome.

SOON

>>6475869
True enough. Just something to ponder in the back of your mind.
Would be fun to have his story told, as I bet it would certainly be something.
>>6475882
It was a fun time for me, getting to collab with one of the OGs who got me into questing in the first place. QM career highlight honestly.

It's TIME:
>>6475898

>>6467592
“Are you sure that it hasn’t come back yet?” Goose asks, lazily leaning over his handlebars. “Because don’t witches have a really short turnaround time for their magic?”

“The average refractory period for a witch that has undergone full magical depletion can range from eight to twenty four hours with proper rest.” You state as you flick your hands and attempt to flex the magic muscle in order to pump out some form of magical energy. “Yeah, I’m still spent.” You say as you mentally walk your way through the steps that your mother taught for a new witch to manifest her powers. Looking back towards Walker you reply. “There are a few exercises that I could try, to tap into it again but it's going to take time that we don’t have right now.”

“Well shit.” Walker curses, scratching the back of his head. “I was banking on your shield to cover our asses when we crossed.”

“Alright then, that means the plan is prayer, speed and artillery. Just like Wichita.” You say as you remount your bike.

“We didn’t have bikes in Wichita.” Goose responds.

“We were dumb kids in Wichita." Walker states with a laugh.

“What happened in Wichita?” Lukas asks.


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>>6467594
> Tell him (Reminisce on your first heist.)

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Oh yeah here's a little informational about the route your taking when behind the lines

>>6467594
Write in option: give him a comedic, bullshit version of the story to mock him for asking

>>6470115
God i hope so

>>6470115

QM WAKE UP

AAA YOUR QUEST IS GOOD

WE STILL LOVE YOU OK

I hope this isn't Wuxian. He rarely finishes quests.

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it's over, isn't it?

QM least tell us if you're not gonna continue or not please.

>>6465902
ANON ROLL CALL
*** for all anons complete ***
>hobbies:
>skills:
>interests:
>problem you want to solve:
>ideas:


We can start here anons!

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>>6465911
>name: Adolf Chudler
>hobbies: Racism
>skills: Racism
>interests: Racism
>problem you want to solve: Niggers
>ideas: Build a nuclear weapon and detonate it in the hood

>>6465897
>another fucking AI thread
kys

>>6465911

>hobbies: vaping
>skills: gooning
>interests: Mt. Dew
>problem you want to solve: the growing pile of tissue and vape pods that blocks access to the refrigerator
>ideas: call mom and ask her to hire a cute Phillipino maid to clean up the lair a bit

>>6466529
support sounds realistic

>>6469084
Agreed, this also reminds me of The Board Drama

>>6469084
>>6469104
Stop.


Yeah so in case qm doesn't return, anyone else willing to pilot this?

>>6468874
>>6470204
Sorry. Was going to come back but admittedly, bad taste in my mouth because of these two idiots (>>6469084, >>6469104). Hopefully, these Island Boy chucklefucks will keep their antics low. I'm actually thinking of trying to make semi-animated update pics, but I'm on a crappy wacom tab right now.

>>6470596
Jesus Christ, you can tell >>6469084 was just saying it as a joke and because you went AWOL. Grow some thicker skin, good lord

>>6470602
It's not about "thicker skin" though. It's questing 101 to have respect for the QM in their thread. In any case, I was seeing if anyone was hijacking since >>6470204 floated the idea. Not that I mind continuing. All up to what the voters want.

>>6484436

>how fast could we expect them to show up?

Tou have no idea. Though their close proximity means that ot will probably take 1-2 turns, regiments arrive at the end of turns.

>And would they have an accompanying officer like our first 3 regiments?

Yes.

>Also, would it be possible to buy something more specialized such as a psyker or assasin or priest or spy or some such?

If you encounter the faction offering them or an RNG event brings forth a unique character, only through such means can you get such persons.

Right now, I am seeing 3 strategies to pursue.
First is the infiltration strategy in which we bet on bribery and spend all our money on subversion in the hopes that we fracture heretical society from within and then capitalize on it appropriately. This one kindof sucks because of the turn limit - the enemy can relatively easily stall us out, but I think that this is their major weakness because they are godless heathens that worship money and the Administratum could have relatively cheaply taken this planet back with a pack infiltrators that know their economics instead of throwing guardsmen at the problem. There's even a special type of imperial assassin or inquisitor or something that focuses on fucking people up financially, I think.
Second is to wait for reinforcements in which we spend all our money on the pdf, then spend a turn or two doing rest/defend/attack while we gather information, plan and prepare the offensive. Then they show up and we do an attack.
Third is to invoke the name of Leeroy Jenkins and do the icebreaker manoeuvre directly into the heart of the enemy, take their centre of government and install our puppets in their stead in the hopes that will be enough to lay claim to the city. We would still spend all our money on a house guard and PDF regiment, but this would probably see us deep inside the actual city by the time they arrive, so getting them on board while the ice solidifies behind us might be really awkward.

Would it be possible to use the 133rd to infiltrate and commandeer enemy air defences? As in, given the opportunity, would they know how to use them and shoot enemy planes? Ideally, even if they are tangled up in fights with our own?
The idea is that we do an attack with the 9th doing the heavy lifting, the first doing defence or rear guard and call air support, but when the time comes for the traitor air force to show up and defend, they suddenly get shot down by their own guns instead and our own air support bombs the shit out of the enemy.

>>6484450

>Would it be possible to use the 133rd to infiltrate and commandeer enemy air defences? As in, given the opportunity, would they know how to use them and shoot enemy planes? Ideally, even if they are tangled up in fights with our own?

This would all be relying on very good rolls. Your guys can infiltratr, they can even take the facilities, holding them and actually using them would be difficult and rather tricky, it would require more than one roll as well. Do keep in mind, that much of the southern AA infrastructure was already wrecked by them, they'd need to go to other areas to really get the usage you want out of them.

We're on autosage, I don't think a lot of people noticed the update.

My strategy is to take a turn or two to plan and then set off on an assault towards their political center.
COMMAND - plan the assault - figure out exactly what building to take in order to ensure victory, then find the best route towards it. The assembly was mentioned, that sounds like a good start to look into.

Political - buy the Household guard regiment and the PDF infantry regiment. This ought to leave us with one point of influence left over.

1st Ramanus Sector Volunteer Regiment - REST
This will be the last turn we can spare, so make it count. Once we start next turn there's probably going to be no turning back.

Lucian 9th Fusiliers Regiment: Heavy Mechanized Infantry - DEFEND

133rd Kasyx Regiment - ATTACK
Once again, rather than holding ground, their job is to prepare the road for our assault. Sabotage enemy position, scout advancement routes and sow confusion. Ideally, they would trick the enemy into a foolish assault onto the Lucian 9th where they can leverage their long range weapons.

>>6484406
>>6484407
>Well, if the locals here have their own version of the Administratum, there’s no reason not to encourage them to go at each other’s throats. (Trust Kasus, spend 3 Influence to bribe Amelia’s politicians.)

Just this once, to disrupt the enemy's decision-making. Otherwise we ought reserve our influence to try and buy an artillery regiment. PDF regiments are adequate for our infantry, at least for now. We can afford to delay purchasing more infantry, as we just bought reinforcements with influence, iirc. Not to mention the 1st Ramanus ought be split into separate regiments, like other anons planned. If that disease is a result of Chaos rather than a particularly resilient bug, then yeah, we'll need those proper Guardsman regiments eventually, and more beyond that. But for now our influence should go towards our key enablers, so that we have all force multipliers necessary for combined arms warfare.

>Have the rear admiral contact the loyalist desert tribes with her air force for us. Get them to link up with us and assault the enemy in Amelia.

We don't need the air escorts yet, as our reinforcement regiments haven't yet arrived. Nor is their airforce bombarding us yet, thanks to the civilians in the splash zone. That could change, but I feel that it will be a turn at least before that happens, longer if we bribe the Herodian politicians.

Military Actions
>1st Ramanus: Rest
>Lucian 9th Fusiliers: Defend HQ
>133rd Kasyx: Attack Southern Amelia


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>>6465386
"Copper theft in progress, three individuals, possible electrical damage to the service panel" — dispatch actually picks up on the second try, and you're most of the way through giving your location when the spark behind the fence stops being a one-off thing.

Whatever's back there arcs again, longer this time, and the entire block goes dark all at once without so much as a flicker. Streetlights and porch lights and the hum you didn't know you'd been listening to for two years suddenly gone. Your radio cuts out mid-syllable — the arc must have scrambled the area's RF without a second thought.

The three of them don't need the dark explained to them twice. You hear more than you see — sneakers on gravel, somebody's mouth open and yelling about how the Caravan is going to hear about this, all three shapes gone over the fence and into the black before your eyes even finish adjusting. You let them go. You've got bigger problems than three amateurs right now, and one of them is standing directly behind you, filling the whole building.

The emergency lights should be dead along with everything else. They're not. Down the long hallway behind you — the one leading back toward the rectifier room, the one you've never once had reason to walk the full length of in two years of shifts — they're coming on one at a time. Not flickering together like a breaker resetting. In order. Like something's walking the hall toward you, finding the switches by feel, and isn't in any particular hurry about it.

You've got a flashlight, a bluff nobody's tested yet, and a building that just remembered it isn't only yours tonight.

A) Follow the lights. Whatever's doing that, you'd rather find it than have it find you.
B) Get outside. Wait for actual backup before you do anything that sounds like a decision.
C) Try the radio again. Dead air is still better information than none.
D) Stay put and watch the hallway. Let it come to you, if it's coming at all.

>>6465586
>A
Do it head on though so we find each other

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>>6465905
Sneaking was never the move, so you don't bother. The lights keep finding switches the whole way down, patient about it, like they've got somewhere to be and you're headed the same way. The rectifier room's at the end, door open — the one place you've never had reason to walk the full length of in two years.

There's a reason now. It's warm in here in a way the rest of the building isn't — rows of battery cabinets humming low and steady, LEDs blinking their slow green rhythm. Curled into the bottom half of an open equipment cabinet, knees to chest, using a coil of spare cable as a pillow like it was designed for exactly that, is someone obviously not supposed to be here either.

White cardigan over a turtleneck, buttoned all the way up. Long mauve skirt, not a wrinkle in it despite the cabinet. Boots with a single gold buckle each, tights — pressed and complete in a way that has nothing in common with anyone who ends up somewhere they shouldn't by accident. She dresses like somebody's grandmother and looks nothing like one — milk-pale, aggressively blonde, put together with a precision that reads more like math than anything else.

It isn't a beauty you'd call attractive, not exactly — it's one you'd call correct. A face arrived at instead of grown into, an answer instead of an accident. That's the part that gets you. You've met plenty of good-looking people and none of them made your stomach do this — a small lurch, like a right angle that's very slightly wrong, and you can't say where.

You've spent today letting every small wrongness go without much of a fight — a payphone that had no business ringing, a woman in a cardigan glimpsed once at the far end of a grocery aisle and gone before you blinked twice, lights finding their own switches down a hallway that's never needed them. Some part of you has apparently been keeping a private tally of it all without telling you, because right now, looking at her, that part goes very quiet and very still, the way you'd go still if the floor turned out to be a held breath. Your pulse is doing something you'd rather it wasn't. No word for what you're looking at. Professional enough that none of it shows. Costs you something to manage, more than anything else has today.

Somewhere behind you there's still a cut fence, three kids who bolted with tools in hand, and a wire that's probably still live. None of that feels remotely urgent right now, which strikes you as, vaguely, its own kind of problem.

Her eyes open before you've said anything, or made any noise, or done much of anything to warrant it. No startle in it. No moment where she has to remember where she is. Just blue-grey, immediately and fully awake, like she'd been waiting on a specific cue and you'd finally delivered it.


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You get about as far as reaching for something like a normal response — this building's not supposed to have anyone in it, maybe, or are you hurt, or how exactly did you get in here — and none of it quite makes it out of you intact. Your hands take over instead, since apparently they've got more confidence in the situation than your mouth does. The Fun Dip. Still in your jacket pocket since this afternoon, forgotten there since before any of this started, out and open before you've properly decided that's the plan. You hold it out toward her mostly because you need somewhere, anywhere, to put your attention that isn't directly at her face.

She takes it like she's not entirely sure what's being asked of her, which — from someone who was, thirty seconds ago, radiating total and complete certainty about the correct acceptable volume for a citywide blackout — is its own small thing worth noticing. She turns the little packet over once in her hands, inspecting it with the seriousness of someone handling evidence, before working out, apparently by trial, which end is meant to open.

A pinch of the powder. Considered. Tasted. A pause that runs on a beat longer than it has any right to.

"This doesn't taste like anything," she says, and it comes out like a discovery, not a complaint. "It isn't even attempting to. Cherry doesn't taste like cherries. Grape doesn't taste like grapes. Every other manufactured approximation you people put in front of each other is at least trying and failing at something specific. This one never entered that conversation at all." Another pause, longer still, genuinely turning the thought over rather than performing the turning-over of it. "How novel."

She catches herself a half second after saying it — something in her face resetting, like she's just remembered there's an audience — and smooths an invisible wrinkle from her skirt that wasn't there to begin with.

You still haven't caught up to any of this — you're honestly not sure you're going to catch up to it tonight, or possibly ever — and somehow, already, you are the specific person who introduced whatever this is to Fun Dip. Both of those things are true at the exact same time, and neither one is doing you the courtesy of canceling the other out.

A) Ask her name. You're apparently on a first-name basis with her regardless of whether you actually know it yet.
B) Ask what she actually is. Plainly, directly, and brace yourself for however she decides to answer that.
C) Let the moment sit for a second longer. Whatever just cracked open in your head doesn't close back up in ten seconds flat.

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D!

>>6465476
>Summoned and tamed a lesser deity
>>6465477
You and I both, QM. You and I both.

>>6465476
>Had an even more niche talent for alchemy, turning the marble art piece of the room into gold

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>>6465476
Your dear parents had come to discover your alchemical ability. The once marble statue of your great, great grandfather now is presented in front of you all a shimmering gold. Though it has never been renowned for it's use in combat, the mystic exchange laws of alchemists have always thrived in the more industrial markets. You'll seldom come across great trading companies hosted in the major cities that DON'T have an alchemist on their payroll. What major arcana there still exists in this world, alchemy is one of the lesser sort. The mystic laws of equal exchange are far more taboo than today's industry dominant mindset of simply seeking out ore or material to make things with. It's well known to even those who don't practice or have any sort of magical ability that to often change the matter of an object, you must exchange it for something else, be it one's own life span in some of these cases.

Mother & Father both look at you, than at your restructuring of the statue. Your father's chest swells with a pride you've sworn you had never seen before. Mother simply looks at you, reserved but with a smile that acknowledges your feat.

"My dear boy, your mother and I couldn't be more proud of you.. this is no easy feat, Damon," your father elegantly replies.

Mother just nods with him, your dad goes to the statue of his distant great grandfather and runs his hand down it. The results can be seen from his eyes. It's true, the material of the decor has been swapped to that of solid gold. It was shortly after this that your parents crowned your achievement by granting you this statue, moving it from the practice room to your own private quarters.

You have become a novice of the Alchemical arts! You may now transmute certain properties of objects such as weight, density, and even material in exchange of others!

Few more years would come to pass, seasons change and your parents rigid routine of practice and study that was once held over your head has since been lessened. The years of your teenage youth had come to pass, moments of extreme emotion and the physical changes to your own body have more than made themselves apparent. There were moments that were hard to relate with the other children of your village, being nobility comes with a weighted responsibility that most children of the land are not tasked with. Despite your parents rigid timelines and teachings, there's always one thing from those years that you'd think about often...

>The night I met a wild apostate, a young rebel mage outlawed from civil society


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>>6465559
>The day of my 18th birthday, when a messenger arrived to the estate with a letter of accommodation to The Ministry Of Magum
Academy?

>>6465559
>The day of my 18th birthday, when a messenger arrived to the estate with a letter of accommodation to The Ministry Of Magum

>>6483752
>Hold your ground and fight. The spiders are here in hopes of taking advantage of the fight meaning they're not as strong as them.

Less ice walls, more fireballs and igniter work.

>Use grappling hook to pull individual spiders for Mae to execute
Surely that'll tax the hook less than the full weight of a human.

This seems like one of the last places to safely use igniter anyway. Kinda worried on the frost timer tho

>>6483753
+1

>>6483753
+1

>>6483752

>>6483753
Supporting

>>6483752
>Pull the spiders into the fight between the other two groups. They should get caught in the crossfire and add to the chaos hopefully weakening the drakes further.

Rolled 3, 2 = 5 (2d10)

>>6466941
Rolling for you to speed things up

>>6467577
Failure

The battalion has overreached and tried to secure a 150 kilometer wide area between the surroundings of Mosul and the surroundings of Kirkuk. Random pot shots, Molotovs thrown at vehicles, and even ambushes have resulted. Presumably Sunni insurgents or Ba'athist loyalists have attacked us, caused chaos, and stretched out supply lines thin. At the same time we have been told by the KDP Peshmerga HQed in Kirkuk to dismount our roadblocks.

A soldier, in a panic, shot up a truck, and killed two passengers.

We were forced to consolidate around the eastern outskirts of Mosul, along with the small towns of the Nineveh plains.

We had managed to kill, wound, or capture some of the enemy; and they were shown to local authorities.

Our Reputation is heavily diminished and so is our funding, but we will be able to keep most of our force as a part-time reserve that does periodic training. We will also be able to keep up maintenance and ownership of our vehicles.
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>>6467600
Final Decision

1. Push for "The Plains" between Kurdish heavy areas and Mosul to be able to have elections to be within their own province or micro-province. There are roughly 720,000 Assyrians here and some concessions to smaller groups or local Arabs could allow for a province to be formed.

2. Push for these areas to be treated like a minor city, together, and for Assyrians to be counted as a protected minority group that needs some additional cultural funding.

As the months pass, slowly a movement is organized around DAANI (Democratic Autonomous Area of North Iraq). This organization is heavily propped up by the Kurds and Russians, drawing manpower from the Assyrian political movement (Assyrian Democratic Movement, previously backed mostly by the US and ex-pats), Sunni opposition, and "clean" ex-Baathists.

DAANI operated as a "shadow state" or "second state" that did most of the same functions as the CPA, which made the Coalition (Mostly the US) very annoyed.

>A. Push for DANNI to continue to exist
much like the autonomous Kurdish region has before and after the invasion (And would exist for a decade afterward in regular IRL canon).

>B. Push for consolidation of Iraq

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>>6467689
>1. Push for "The Plains" between Kurdish heavy areas and Mosul to be able to have elections to be within their own province or micro-province. There are roughly 720,000 Assyrians here and some concessions to smaller groups or local Arabs could allow for a province to be formed.
>A. Push for DANNI to continue to exist

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>>6467777
Rolling to speed things up

"Just Fran? Do you not have a family name?"

“I was an orphan, I have no family name to speak of.”

Ah, you’ve certainly made a blunder, foot in mouth as the old Terran idiom say. You harumphed.

“Rise, we have much work to do.”

“Actually, there isn’t unless you wish to make changes.”

You shrugged, this seemed rather too easy. You knew this celebration was not truly about the Unification War but to placate fat nobles and bureaucrats, not to mention an opportunity to display the Imperium’s wealth. Thus was no remembrance.

“Then let us not make any drastic changes”

Fran’s expression softened a tiny amount.

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>>6484045
>“There must be something, perhaps an exhibits of foes defeated, I can even ask father!”

>>6484045
>“There must be something, perhaps an exhibits of foes defeated, I can even ask father!”

>>6484045
>Write in
There's only... what, 20 to 30 families that this if for?

The template for the celebration in previous years was generalized to congratulate all of them together.
The basics can stay the same, but this time around, Pangea can try to cater the event to suit each of the noble houses individually.
Find out what their direct contributions were during the unification wars and try to have relics be on display, have paintings of their heroic feats be commissioned, etc.
She could also do some research on the homeworlds of each of these nobles and acquire some some small things like flowers or music to remind them of home. A further step could be to find out what their preferences are so that if one of them enjoys a certain type of cigar or another loves a specific food dish then those amenities will be present.

Lastly, the one thing Pangea doesn't want is for the nobles to leave thinking "damn, that was a waste of time". Thus she should probably also try to come up with something politics related to keep them all engaged. Go around gossiping about trade deal opportunities that could make their families richer, or about some new technology the Admech have discovered which could make vast improvements to their realm. That sort of thing; so that if the celebration isn't perfect, then at least they'll be kept busy instead of bored.

>>6484045
I’ll second this option: >>6484142

Kursant made his decision, they would camp on this side of the valley and cross at first light. Three dozen armed men tramping through Dusk Claw land in the dark would look like a raid, whatever they meant by it, and they'd likely lose Torrek's trail besides.

Wenn grunted and led them back from the rise to a steep-sided hollow in the hillside. "Here," he said. "Can't be seen from the ridge. Only one way to watch."

The scouts set to work clearing stones and picking out places for the sentries among the rocks above.

"I'll take first watch after dark," Kursant said.

The guerrillas and the Blood Maws came up the track as the last of the light went. At their head walked Hask, the eldest of the raiders, gray-bearded and red-mouthed, leaning on his spear like a walking stick. His son was one of the twenty who had followed Torrek. Hask looked down into the hollow, then up at the darkening sky, and spat.

"A cold camp?" he said. "My bones say otherwise."

"No fires," said Wenn.

Hask snorted. "Your lads can sleep like hares in a hole if they like. We're Blood Maws."

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For a long while there was nothing. Then the night insects stopped, all at once, and started again. Somewhere on the far slope, a single stone clicked against another. Kursant stared into the dark until his eyes ached, and saw nothing.

When his watch ended, Kursant woke the scout who had the second watch, and then one of the guerrillas.

"Double the watch," he told them. "For the second and third."

The scout looked at him. "Something wrong?"

Kursant looked out at the ridge for a long moment. "Might be nothing. Better to have two pairs of eyes, though."

He lay down in his armor, with his mace where his hand could find it. Around him the others slept the same way, in mail and leather, their weapons close by. They were rough men, used to hard nights. They'd brought only what they could carry, and the food would last a few days at most. Kursant hoped it wouldn't take longer than that to catch Torrek.

With that thought, he slept.



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>>6484581
>Fuel for the flames!
>We burn bright!

I dunno, got nothing.

>>6484581
>Our Wings Stir The Timbers

>>6484603
Or maybe
>With Wings That Stir The Timbers

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>>6476214


You tell them what happened today! You have a new principal, and had a fun time with the newspaper club, the goths, Rora, and Mat!

Evie believes your school is doomed if she doesn’t do anything. After so much nonsense, now she realized she can do something about this. Mei doesn’t take her seriously, says she’ll end up just like Holly — or already is with how huggy she is getting. Evie doesn’t like that pointed out. Tina realizes this is your retelling of the day from your perspective, which she finds fascinating. Debbie finds the later encounter more fascinating... Ruby pleads you to not use the school infirmary for that, which makes Ichie say that the fan club must have accommodations for that! Ruby says that wasn’t her point, but the whole topic is too embarrassing for her to continue arguing.

And yes, Mei called Debbie a pervert once again. She sounds like a broken record...

And at last, you tell them about some unruly ghost who possessed an innocent girl for no good reason.

Evie can’t believe your gall to call HER an UNRULY anything! You spoke nothing but the truth. You two kept exchanging words for a bit. Ichie liked how Odetta was humiliated, despite Mei pointing out that you spend all your time calling her cute. Ruby sighs, now schools are haunted too. Tina says it was a longstanding rumor for a while, and that every now and then members of the newspaper club stay at school to investigate these paranormal sightings. It was her turn, and well, whoops…

Debbie likes the Occult Club! She thinks they’re a fun gang with lovely attitudes! Tina agrees, but wishes she didn’t worry anyone with what happened. You tell her it’s all good, tomorrow you can talk to them if she’s still worried.


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>>6476215
Amazing work QM! Thanks for all the effort and love you put into this thing!

>>6476215
Thanks for running!

>>6476209
>What can Johnny do if he gets serious
Take down the Almighty, is the plan. Hit Lloydington from all angles at once, break the host then let Philo break the entity.

I just realized I didn't read any of the actual posts, and just read the images.
I'm now going to have to go back and read the posts.

>>6484194
The non-mortar guns are moveable though.

This feels tricky. Mostly because we can't know enough yet to be sure of if our long term plans will turn out short sighted, so overcommitment feels easy to do.

Though the pace of march has made me at least confident that even if something unexpected happens to the north we can adjust for it. Since the main question is if we should send out anybody else to help ensure this first engagement is in our favor. If any of our valuable artillery or other units leaves our makeshift fortress, the risk to them multiplies immensely, but if they end up not firing either, then that's also bad.

We are able to move the sakers much easier than the other guns, and honestly the other guns do have the range to not necessitate moving them, but I'm not sure if we can move the light guns far enough quick enough that they'll have a significant impact on the opening fighting.

I do think that this initial force is willing to give battle. If even only a third of the expected numbers are present, that's a hefty force already. Which makes me actually want to send the Keusigers more help, though not enough that the enemy doubts their chances.

Before I put in a vote for it though, the idea I have is that, since the Barbagris is right there and we can trust him as an experienced fighter, we send off our musketeers (since they're our own people and we can actually tell them reliably to follow the command of somebody their officers actually know) and the Banda Grisa's own arquebusiers to support the Keusigers from range. The reason for this is because the Despot's own firepower-focused army decisively outmatches the Keusigers, and they'll get the first volley off even before the crossbows come into range, where they actually have power and rate of fire parity against guns. However, if we send our musketeers, we get the first shot off, and more arquebusiers in light formation means the ability to poke at the enemy to weaken them for the Keusiger's powerful offensive abilities.

The main threat would be our muskets being intercepted by cavalry, but as we've seen, ours is screening theirs out, so I think the main next concern is evening the long ranged firepower gap. It's not like our musketeers are doing much sitting back right now anyways, or if we're sure they'd leave their shooting trenches even when the enemy closes from elsewhere.

>>6484166
INFANTRY
>Keep marching, maintain the current orders

CAVALRY
>Keep them there, on the crossroads, warding off the enemy

ARTILLERY
>Keep things as they are

I think our plan is working quite nicely so far. The enemy forces are taking formation and are temporarily bottled up in that area. Now when they do advance on the crossroads, they'll be concentrated and vulnerable to cannonfire. And our only forces at the crossroads are mobile cavalry, so they can withdraw as soon the enemy advances, giving us an open field of fire.

>>6484202
I just do not understand why we would advance to engage the enemy on flat open ground when right now we hold a defensive position the enemy is trying to take. I can understand dominating parts of the field to control their maneuver (like right now, where we are making them concentrate their forces), but I do not see why we would initiate combat anywhere but within range of our guns on the fortified hilltop

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>>6484259
>I just do not understand why we would advance to engage the enemy on flat open ground when right now we hold a defensive position the enemy is trying to take. I can understand dominating parts of the field to control their maneuver (like right now, where we are making them concentrate their forces), but I do not see why we would initiate combat anywhere but within range of our guns on the fortified hilltop
To put it shortly, there's a small problem in the current potential opening engagement in that their small arms (Arquebusiers) outrange the Keusigers (Crossbowmen) which means they have the liberty of picking where to fight in the dead zone between the range of our cannons and the range of an arquebus shot. The advantage of having the first volley is a pretty big one when a third of their foot forces are gunners.

If the musketeers and BG arquebusiers are sent we both have troops with more range, and more troops that shoot in general, which lets us pick when and where to engage. The dead zone is eliminated and we maintain imposition of maneuver control, even if we don't end up initiating a fight.

Though we do want to try and make them fight if we can. They're never going to be weaker than when most of them haven't arrived yet, and this point is practically the only time when we'll have even or greater numbers and we can actually beat them on without the aid of artillery and without risk of taking large numbers of casualties.

>>6484287
I typed up a whole thing starting with "I understand your perspective", but I re-read it and I do not actually understand your perspective. What do you mean by "the dead zone between the range of our cannons and the range of an arquebus shot"?

Because my plan is to force the enemy to concentrate into an unwieldy square formation, then have our cavalry retreat without fighting. And to then blast the enemy square with cannonfire well before they get within arquebus range. So, from my perspective, the distance between the range of our artillery and the range of an arquebus is a field of death the Despot has to cross before he can even engage our army

>>6464253
>Make your presence known to both of them.
>*Knock*
>"Hey, pardon, but are you open for business?"

>>6464258
+1

>>6464253
>Make your presence known to both of them.

>>6464253
>>Make your presence known to both of them.

>>6464254
>>6464258
>Make your presence known to both of them.
By knocking on the open door no less.
"Chilly, eh? Does it normally get this bad this time of the year?"