You mean they're bunch of children who never met someone who isn't a nobility in their life. Some kind of... commoner sample."

Lux raised a finger and opened her mouth. You make a correction before she could make an amendment.

"Yeah that sounds about right." Lux said with an affirmative nod. "Well they talk to—"

"Servants and laborers don't count."

"That's fair, that's why I'm asking you. These girls will be the next generation of magisters of military commanders of their kingdoms. They need an outside perspective."

"Why me? You have plenty of contacts for that."

"Well..."

1.
>"It's an all girls academy, I think they need a new male role model that isn't sparkly and clean."
>"It's an all girls academy, but they could use a different female role model that isn't sparkly and clean."

2.

>"You used to be the most wanted smuggler, if anyone has a better perspective of the world as a whole it's you."

Health: 30

Heartiness: 6
Face: 12/20, [+6]
Agility: 8/10, [+4]
Strength: 2/10, [+1]
Intelligence: 6/10, [+3]
Wit: 6/10, [+3]
Senses: 4/10, [+2]
Sneak: 4/10, [+2]


Perks:

Burrow-Speak: You know the secret language, phrases, and locations that smugglers, assassins and thieves use.

Friend of The Underground: Your past as a friendly smuggler gave you a web of connections in the society's underbelly.

Gunslinger: You're the best at using all kinds of handguns, be it small caliber pistols to handcannnons, you get no or reduced penalty in combat when using pistols of light to mid caliber.

Ace: You're the damn best pilot there is, be it cars, bikes, and planes. Smugglers can't be picky with mode of transportation after all. There will be no penalty or reduced penalty when driving along with no penalty when shooting and driving.

Silver Tongue: When it comes to deals or persuasion, you have a better chance to succeed

>"I trust you and I trust your skills, you're the best merc I know. I don't want some magister with a clean record. I want someone who've made mistakes and learned through them."
Basically: You are that handsome smuggler that are found in movies and romance novels.

Health: 75

Heartiness: 15
Face: 2/10 [+1]
Agility: 6/10, [+3]
Strength: 10/20 [+5]
Intelligence: 4/10 [+2]
Wit: 4/10 [+2]
Senses: 6/10 [+3]
Sneak: 4/10 [+2]

Perks:

Heavy Weapons Expert: Shotguns, Machine Guns, Riot Shields, breaching ax, weapons of the heavy caliber can be use with reduced or no penalty depending on the combat scenarios.

Martial Expert: Be it one handed, two handed, or your fists, your body has been trained in melee combat. You gain reduced or no penalty depending on the combat scenarios. For pure flavor, you fight like a heavy brawler.

Sapper: Explosive weapons or using general explosive weapons can be use with reduced or no penalty

Berserker: Sometimes, you need to blow off steam, return to your old style of combat. You take less damage, hit harder and can roll one more time plus the amount of roll allowed for three times. Can be activated outside of combat as well and can be activated once per combat scenarios.

Intimidation: Let's not face it, you're not some dashing charmer, but your reputation and overall appearence makes it easier to intimidate someone. You get a [+3] when intimidating someone. You dare them, you double dare them.

You are built like a fucking brick house that eats nails (without milk) and spit napalm then shit out an apocalypse.

>"You're the best shot and the best bounty hunter I know and I've seen plenty. I want someone who's seen the world, the girls could use someone of that experience. That, and you make a mean cocktail."

Health: 50

Heartiness: 10
Face: 6/10, [+3]
Agility: 6/10, [+3]
Strength: 6/10, [+3]
Intelligence: 6/10, [+3]
Wit: 6/10, [+3]
Senses: 4/10, [+2]
Sneak: 4/10, [+2]
Perks:

Ocelot: You're the best at using revolvers of all caliber be it double action or single action. You get no penalty or reduced penalty in combat scenarios and can do cool tricks with advantage. You do some fancy shooting, you're pretty good.

CQC: Be it one handed, two handed, or your fists, your body has been trained in melee combat. You gain reduced or no penalty depending on the combat scenarios.

Mountain Man: When using crossbows, bows, fists, ax or hatchets you get reduced or no penalty. And your survival checks are atomically a success including emergency first care. When tracking enemy in the mountains you gain an extra roll.

I Am The Law: Tracking is half of the bounty hunting, with your information web and tracking skills, finding enemies or information is easier. As a free-agent of the court, you also have eaier time persuading law enforcers and have a connection with any law enforcing agencies. That, and as a bounty hunter you get a cool duster and a bitching hat.

Silver Tongue: When it comes to deals or persuasion, you have a better chance to succeed

You Yee'd Your Last Haw: Pure flavor, you get to have a specialization on lassos and whips, no penalty or reduced penalty with an extra roll. You also get to have a cool whip and lasso from the start and a cool duster and cowboy hat.

>"You may be a former assassin but you don't go after the weak. Funnily enough, you have more ethics and honor than other knights I know. Now that I think about it you're the least creepy assassin I know."
Health: 50

Heartiness: 10
Face: 4/10, [+2]
Agility: 8/10, [+4]
Strength: 4/10, [+2]
Intelligence: 6/10, [+3]
Wit: 6/10, [+3]
Senses: 8/10, [+4]
Sneak: 12/20, [+6]

Burrow-Speak: You know the secret language, phrases, and locations that smugglers, assassins and thieves use.

Edgy: Be it one handed, two handed, or your fists, your body has been trained in melee combat. You gain reduced or no penalty depending on the combat scenarios.

Shadow-Skin: Sneaking is second nature to you, you can roll more than once for a sneak roll, not that you'd need it. You gain advantages during the dark and does not leave from stealth when attacking.

Marksman: When using sniper rifles or long ranged rifles in general, you have reduced penalty in combat scenarios. Sniping's a good job, mate.

Poison Expert: You have a vast understanding of poison and venom and can apply them in your weapons or skin along with poison resistance.

>Write-in
Instruction for write-in

Stats start at
Health: 50
Heartiness: 10
Face: 4/10, [+2]
Agility: 4/10, [+2]
Strength: 4/10, [+2]
Intelligence: 4/10, [+2]
Wit: 4/10, [+2]
Senses: 4/10, [+2]
Sneak: 4/10, [+2]
You have 15 points to allocate
>Choose origin and a brief back story
Bounty Hunter
Thief
Mercenary
Assassin
Or write-in

I saw Tyranid Girl qst and wanted to try using it and maybe turn it into something else.

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>>6152421
>"It's an all girls academy, but they could use a different female role model that isn't sparkly and clean."
>Bounty Hunter

>>6152417
You should check your writing before submitting, there are several grammar mistakes.
>"It's an all girls academy, I think they need a new male role model that isn't sparkly and clean."
>Bounty Hunter

>>6152446
Will do anon, thank you.

>>6152417
>"It's an all girls academy, I think they need a new male role model that isn't sparkly and clean."
>Merc
Bounty hunter also looks pretty cool.

>>6152446
>>6152456
Votes counted

"It's an all girls academy, I think they need a new male role model that isn't sparkly and clean."

You raised an offended eyebrow.

"Gee. Thanks."

Lux rolled her eyes.

"Not like that, someone who wasn't raised in academies and born with a silver spoon."

"Again, you know people like me. Technically speaking, you also count."

"You're the best shot and the best bounty hunter I know and I've seen plenty. I want someone who's seen the world, the girls could use someone of that experience. That, and you make a mean cocktail." Lux said. "You also get room, meal, and instructor slary with benefits. No strings attached, if you don't like it you can leave."

As a bounty hunter, you jumped kingdom to kingdom, chasing one bounty after next. While visting new places can be fun, a six year career made you yearn for permanency. You lean back, mulling over the offer. The city of Monarch was a nice city with clean streets, good food, and with polite people. Though chumming with nobs was off the table.

"Sure, I'll take the job."

Lux's eyes sparkled as a wide smile split her cherry red lips.

"Thank you thank you!" Lux cheered. "Any preference between fourth and first year students?"


"Does it matter?"


"You get a bonus for taking in first years since they can be a bit difficult to handle and the fourth year students tend to have an know it all attitude which can be dangerous in field assignments." Lux said, she cupped her hand to whisper. "Between you and me, I'd rather take the first years."

>First Year
>Fourth Year

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>6152480
No preference so I'll flip a coin
>1 is first years
>2 is fourth years

>>6152430
>I saw Tyranid Girl qst and wanted to try using it and maybe turn it into something else.
that explains it
>>6152480
>First Year

>>6152480
>>First Year

I actually did this at work and forgot to write down the password for this or it's because I'm using this on a different laptop. Either way, I'll count the votes Friday or Saturday. First time QMing here, so sorry if I make some mistakes

>>6152560
>>6152516
>>6152507

Votes counted

Stat

Health: 50

Heartiness: 10
Face: 6/10, [+3]
Agility: 6/10, [+3]
Strength: 6/10, [+3]
Intelligence: 6/10, [+3]
Wit: 6/10, [+3]
Senses: 4/10, [+2]
Sneak: 4/10, [+2]
Perks:

Ocelot: You're the best at using revolvers of all caliber be it double action or single action. You get no penalty or reduced penalty in combat scenarios and can do cool tricks with advantage. You do some fancy shooting, you're pretty good.

CQC: Be it one handed, two handed, or your fists, your body has been trained in melee combat. You gain reduced or no penalty depending on the combat scenarios.

Mountain Man: When using crossbows, bows, fists, ax or hatchets you get reduced or no penalty. And your survival checks are atomically a success including emergency first care. When tracking enemy in the mountains you gain an extra roll.

I Am The Law: Tracking is half of the bounty hunting, with your information web and tracking skills, finding enemies or information is easier. As a free-agent of the court, you also have eaier time persuading law enforcers and have a connection with any law enforcing agencies. That, and as a bounty hunter you get a cool duster and a bitching hat.

Silver Tongue: When it comes to deals or persuasion, you have a better chance to succeed

You Yee'd Your Last Haw: Pure flavor, you get to have a specialization on lassos and whips, no penalty or reduced penalty with an extra roll. You also get to have a cool whip and lasso from the start and a cool duster and cowboy hat.

“I’ll take the first years.”

Her eyes slightly widened.

“Well, if you’re sure about it.”

A month later, you were give the details of your new job: Instructor. Yeah, very specific you thought. Though it seemed like you would serve as a homeroom instructor, a clan so to speak to Class Hearthfire. You look over the student rosters, and you grimace. The students were from all other kingdoms, especially those who were at war and are in trade disputes. And if they would meet for the first…

“That’s not nova at all.”

As per usual, you were staying at a Monarch hotel laying on top of the fluffy as cloud beds. Now that you have given your word, there was no way out. You’re a bounty hunter, and bounty hunters always stick to their words. Nevertheless, staying at one place sounded like a nice idea for now. Having already read the teaching manual of the academy and with no bounty to pursue, that left you with some free time. The cramped but charming interior of luxurious white walls and dark wood floor could only last so long.

[i]Well, I do have some time for errands…[/i]

Uniforms would be provided, but your dusters, shirts, had holes and needed a good wash. Your boots yearned for a thorough polish and your hat needed to be replaced as well. Your weapons were fine but your ammo stocks weren’t. Your custom made .44 needed some parts replaced as well as a good clean. Not to mention your hatchet and knife needed to be replaced…

Time for some shopping.

>You first went to a clothing store recommended by other bounty hunters you knew
>You first looked for a weapons store recommended by other bounty hunters you knew

>>6153037
>You first went to a clothing store recommended by other bounty hunters you knew
clothes first since we're a teacher

where's the rest of the voters ?

>>6153054
>>6153290

Well a vote is a vote

You first went to a clothing store recommended by other bounty hunters you knew. Clothes for people in muckwork were different compared to regular civilians. Depending on location, a single pair of shirts could be your only clothes in a battlefield or hazardous environments. What you got mattered.

“Here it is.”

Gentleman’s Armory And Supplies.

While Monarch was a quiet city, muckwork centered stores did exist given the state of the world. With the former hegemony gone, the alliance split into several organizations. With how much war and skirmishes occurred, the state of the world opened up for hopeful mercenaries and glory hunting adventurers.

“Welcome, dear customer..”

The door’s bell chimed as you pushed open the door. Similar to Monarch’s classical buildings, the store was neatly presented. Dark green walls paired with dark wood wainscoting, and fine suits presented on mannequins tastefully placed. At the counter was an old and portly man in rimless circular glasses with a bushy grey beard and a bald head.

“Evening. I’m just here to get three standard kits?”

“They’re over there.”

You picked up three sealed package containing flaxwool long sleeved shirt and bluecarved jeans with the matching belt. Then two new pairs of boots and a new hat.

“Don’t get a lot of visitors here, may I ask why you’re here?”

“Just non-work related business.” You said.

“Hm. That’d be a hundred and twenty five siv.”

You placed bills and left. As you went on you saw two students arguing. One student with curved horns with a tiger eared girl with black stripes and tail hiding behind. The otehr student had black fox ears with matching fluffy tails, staring angrily back. They all wore the academy’s uniform.

“If I ever see you assigned in my class, I’ll lop your head off like the barbarian you are!”

“Try it, thrraki!” The horned girl replied. “I’ll start my career by killing a Yamatoan. The Stendra will always stand with the Chosenites!”

“Chosenites,” The girl scoffed. “As if they’re a nation of their own. Makes sense a barbarian would help another barbarian!”

“Call me a barbarian. One. More. Time.”

“Bar. Ba. Rian.”

The grey haired girl’s nostril flared with smoke.

“You’re dead!”

>You placed yourself between the two girls.
>You used your lasso to tie the grey haired girl before a fight could occur
>You snapped your whip near the girls with the loudest crack possible
>You continued walking

>>6153407
>You placed yourself between the two girls.

>>6153407
>You placed yourself between the two girls.

>>6153426
>>6153444

Difficulty: 10
Amount of rolls: 2
Dice: d20
Modifier: Agility (+3)

Rolled 13 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>6153448
rolling

>>6153448
rooling

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>6153464

>>6153460
>>6153465
Nice

You drop your items and swiftly come between, grabbing the girl’s wrist you twisted your waist and allowed the gravity to gently steer away and release her. The .44 custom hanging on both side of your waists swayed, as did the knife strapped on the front of your waist. The grey haired girl’s silver eyes flared, full of fury and killing instinct known in Stendrans.

“Pshara thumm dona.” The girl growled. “Who the hells are you?”

Each students wore white ribbons, meaning they were first year, and possible students. You hope they won’t be part of your class.

“I’ll be one of the homeroom teachers and instructors of your school.” You calmly stated. “You are both students of Demeter Academy. Behave yourself as such.”

The grey haired girl thrust her finger at the girl behind.

“But that bitch called us barbarians and insulted my friend!”

“That is not an answer for violence.” Your turned to the Yamatoan. “And insulting others is not nice either. Fight inside the ring and settle your honors, not in the streets. Understood?”

“Gladly.” The girl snarled.

“Hmph. We’ll see. And to you, professor,” The girl bowed. “Thank you for intervening what could have been a violent incident. May I know your name?”

“My previous occupation makes it so that sharing names brings danger.” You said politely. “I go by…”

>“Bannermen, or Ben for short.”
>“Lantern, or Lant for short.”
>“Monk.
>Write-in

>>6153559
>Bannermen, or Ben for short.”

>>6153559
>“Bannermen, or Ben for short.”

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>>6153559
>“Bannermen, or Ben for short.”
Heres hoping we got that Qing Dynasty drip

>>6154292
When the opportunity for dressing up arises, you may make your write in for it
>>6154177
>>6154166

Counted

>>6154319
For now our bounty hunter, Ben, has a classic cowboy/mountain man look with a duster

“Bannermen. Or Ben for short.”

The Yamatoan cocked her head as did the other students. The term was a bit antiquated after all, and rarely used in larger military organizations.

“You are a flag bearer?”

“Ah, no.” You sift through the right words. “It is a multi-functioning role. I can be an independent operator, a special tactics team leader, or an instructor for unorthodox strategies.”

“Like a donna.” The grey haired girl said.

The fox-eared girl shook her head with a goading scoff. You saw the grey haired girl grind her teeth but holding herself back. You hoped that they would not be in your class.

“A more elegant term would be hatamoto. I would be honored to be in a class of someone who held a highly esteemed position. If I may, under which clan did you serve?”

“That I’m afraid is private. Now.” You went over and picked your items and returned. “I believe it’s nearing curfew, I will see you when the quarter begins.”

“Of course.” The fox girl bowed. “Have a good day.”

“Have a good one Donna Bannermen.” The grey haired girl said. “C’mon Hae-Soo, let’s get some sweets.”

The next day, you were invited to the academy and given your new quarters and general items for teaching. The time flew by since then, due to a crash course on academy rules and curriculum plannings, you barely had time for yourself so your restocking for weapons had to wait again. On the first day of class, you and Lux walked side by side to your classroom.

“You know I’m surprised you took the first years.”

“How so?”

She grinned mischievously. As you got closer to the first year halls you heard shouting from each classroom. The third door was your new post, Class Hearthfire. You opened the door.

“I’LL KILL YOU!”

Ah.

“You think my clansdom will bow to your weak Shogunate?”

“My honorable homeland will easily crush your miserable pile of dirt you call home!”

Wonderful. Those two girls are here.

“My father is the High Marshal of the Rhoderk, remember that filthy Swainese!”

“You don’t scare me you warmonger!”

Lux patted your shoulder. Students of various races and kingdoms were arguing with one another. Students from kingdoms with sworn enemies, honor bound allies, from all manners of organizations. A boiling melting pot ready to explode.

“Well come on, address your class.”

You walked up to your podium, but it was clear you would be ignored.

>Nevertheless, you tried again, louder this time.
>You brought out your whip and made the loudest crack possible
>Write-in

>>6154432
>Fire revolver into the ceiling
We're going to get absolutely rollocked for doing this but it'll be so worth it.

>>6154323
Naw, we should keep that look. Ladies dig it.

>>6154432
>You brought out your whip and made the loudest crack possible

>>6154432
>>You brought out your whip and made the loudest crack possible

Okay we promised them to settle it in the ring so time to throw them in.

>>6154447
It is rude to damage school property. We are a civilized teacher. So we should beat the students instead as they can heal it off.

>>6154432
>Fire revolver into the ceiling
"Yee haw, eyes up here ladies." *Without elaborating, writes name on the chalkboard*

>>6154561
>We are a civilized teacher
Best joke I've heard all week!

>>6154563
Don't chu kon teachers are the pinnacle of wisdom and hands on knowledge? Why our guns helped diplomatically settle conflicts so well they don't becoming issues again.

>>6154562
Lux: "I need a normal commoner to help ground the students."

Ben struts out with a gun and throws students into the ring to brawl. Nowhere near the average commoner experience.

>>6154570
We are neither normal, nor a commoner. Possibly a normal bounty hunter, or possibly a common bounty hunter.

Either way, the gun WILL make an unforgettable first impression

>>6154570
Setting up the Student Fight Club behind the bike sheds can come later. For now, firing a gun in the classroom to get their attention and make them shup up as our first impression will make one hell of a dominance display.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

1.
>>6154447
>>6154562

2.
>>6154561
>>6154448

Looks like we need a tie breaker here folks or I will defer to the dice in an hour

Darn...
The time of the revolver will come eventually

>>6154589
Whip it is

>>6154592
You'll get your chance anon, don't worry

What a mess this all was…

Screaming, no, shrieking is more like it. Your head began to pulsate with dull pain, thudding, asking why you have chosen to take a job like this in the first place. You step out of the podium and bring out your whip, and with a practiced movement you raise the whip and snap your arm. The whip curved then bit the ait.

[i]SNAP![/i]

The loud crack tore the shouting apart, and the students finally saw you standing as you rolled the whip back into your sheathe. Though some of their stares were… odd? Their eyes were bulging, but with curiosity. You return to the podium, Lux winked and mouthed ‘Good luck’ before she left.

“Good morning students. My name is Bannermen, or Ben. You can call me Instructor or Professor, or even mister. In my classroom, there will be no arguing amongst the student regardless of the history your kingdoms share and you will follow the rules of the school.” You hold your sigh as you see the two trouble maker plus one poor soul trapped between. “If you must beat the living daylight out of one another. Let me know so a ring can be set. I’d rather have you beat each other and not kill each other.”

You pull your data slate out.

“When I call your name. Please respond.”

You went through all twenty one names. The average class size was about fifteen to twenty five, since the academy did require various hoops and references. One thing was for sure, they were nobles or elite class one way or another.

“Hae-Soo, Tae. Of the Tae Dynasty.”

The tiger girl raised her hand and whispered confirmation. After another couple names, you see the Yamatoan.

“Hasegawa Akagi. Of the Hasegawa Clan.”

“Here.” Akagi replied elegantly.

Few names later…

“Kharn, Kohra. Of the Kharn Family.”

The grey haired girl slammed the desk as she shot up.

“PRESENT!”

“Thank you, Kohra. You may sit down.”

With the final name being finished. You give the usual lecture of the academy’s structure, what’s expected, and general information for orientation. With that done, it was time for lunch.

>You went to the staff cafeteria
>Your brought your own lunch, on the account of finding a quiet place to eat and smoke
>You looked for Lux, maybe she had some tips for this job

>>6154669
>>You went to the staff cafeteria
time to talk with our coworkers

>>6154669
>You went to the staff cafeteria

>You went to the staff cafeteria

>>6155029
>>6154895
>>6154764

Votes counted

You went to the staff cafeteria.

“Good afternoon, sir. Here’s your menu, take anywhere seat you would like.”

Cafeteria?

No. This was a restaurant.

The staff cafeteria’s interior was a polished dark wood room, complete with chandeliers above and a booth where the teachers could pick their food. Three rows of long tables filled the cafeteria. You get yourself a plate of stacked meats and potatoes with some beans, everything a growing man needs.

“Ben, over here!” Lux said with a wave.

You walked over to Lux where a considerable crowd gathered. The other faculties sat around, dressed in their finely pressed uniforms and clean shaven face with the finest hairdos. Lux pulled the chair next to hair that obviously had been spared.

“Everyone, this is Bannermen, the bounty hunter I’ve been telling you about.” Lux said.

“Greetings.” You said curtly.

“So you’re the bounty hunter Luxanne have been talking about.” A blonde man with a wolf ear said. “Name’s Gwin Macfadyen.”

You exchanged a brief handshake with each instructor’s introduction.

“So you’re a… bounty hunter. How quaint.” One of the staff said with a smarmy tone. “I suppose a bounty hunter is fitting for what the headmaster has planned.”

Few chuckled, and others glared in cold fury. You heard a loud harrumph. A beige skinned man with tiger ears with long straight black hair then spoke.

“You know, I did some research and you are quite accomplished, Bannermen. I had to research you as I did with the other candidates in the list, I was surprised it was you…”

>“Destroyed an entire raider gang on your own, leaving not a single scum alive. Most of your bounties were brought back dead and I’m glad they were, they deserved it.” [Ruthless Bounty Hunter Reputation]
>“Who held off the illegal slavers on your own before the knights came to reinforce you. I’m sorry about the loss of your team.” [Heroic Bounty Hunter Reputation]

>>6155130
>“Who held off the illegal slavers on your own before the knights came to reinforce you. I’m sorry about the loss of your team.” [Heroic Bounty Hunter Reputation]

>>6155130
>Ruthless Bounty Hunter Reputation

>>6155130
>>“Destroyed an entire raider gang on your own, leaving not a single scum alive. Most of your bounties were brought back dead and I’m glad they were, they deserved it.” [Ruthless Bounty Hunter Reputation]

Hmmm, hero unit that grew got tired after losing all his friends. Or ruthless bounty hunter that drifted across the continent and decided he had enough blood on his hands. I'll go with ruthless as bounty hunting is not an easy job as emotions will get involved if we been at it for so long.

>>6155669
>>6155540

Counted

Ruthless it is. I always was a renegade fan in mass effect, especially in 2, the 3rd one made me feel like a monster.

“Destroyed an entire raider gang on your own, leaving not a single scum alive. Most of your bounties were brought back dead and I’m glad they were, they deserved it.”

Lux face palmed.

“Damn it San-Hwa…” Lux muttered quietly.

Like many budding bounty hunters, you believe in justice. Right and wrong. Evil and good. Those squeaky ideals don’t last long, in the bounty hunting field and you weren’t any different. You chew quietly through the meat as San-Hwa continued, listing your “achievements” like some fan. Now that you see it, he was much younger than you.

“Oh right, and the Mount Hattin, nothing but extraordi—”

“San-Hwa!” Lux cut with a sharp tone.

You drop your fork.

“Oh… I’m sorry I didn’t know it would invoke a bad memory.” San-Hwa said sincerely. “I just wanted to say that I admire your pursuit of justice.”

You clear your throat.

“It’s all right. I was ill-tempered in my youth and made mistakes, let’s just end it at that.” You put the utensils on the plate and stand up. “It was a pleasure meeting you all.”

An unpleasant disgust bubble in your guts, pooling in like grease clogging up a drainage. You head over to the staff restroom and splash some water on your face, the mirror reflecting the miserable pile of man. You sigh, and push the memories back into the basement.

“What should I do now?”

As a homeroom instructor, you also had the responsibility as a combat instructor. Since this was the first day, the students were at an orientation, it was at the last hour of the school that they would return. The students returned to their seats and chatted amongst themselves but quieter with cliques already being made. The first day of school gave no material to work with. You let the students chat, until Akagi raised her hand.

“Yes, Ms.Hasegawa?”

“Instructor, when will you elect the representative for the class?”

Oh right.

>We’ll hold a tournament during combat class
>We’ll hold an election now then
>Write-in

>>6155771
>We’ll hold a tournament during combat class

>>6155754
No no not a monster. You just a results focus character.

>>6155771
>We’ll hold an election now then
We must teach these kids how to be civil but when one person throws hands we pulling out the gun and taking them to the ring.

>>6155771
>We’ll hold a tournament during combat class
tournament, this aint no democracy

>>6156299
>>6155844

Tournament it is

“I suppose we’ll hold a tournament.”

The moment you said those words, the girls’ gaze snapped toward you. There was a slight bit of pride in your heart when their ears straightened, and their eyes lit up. The fang bearing races flashed their daggers of sharp canines. While you did think about a democratic process, the complicated relations of the kingdoms would mean no one would be happy in the end.

“We’ll hold the tournament in the arena. For now, just raise your hand so I can get the names down.”

The combat arena was a simple circular room with seats above the arena floor, protected by meridimascus glass walls. The second floor was an observation room with a microphone with master control of the screen, lights, and sound for small scaled scenario creations. You look at the lists of names, due to an odd number you had to start with a match with three students.

“Due to an odd number of candidates, we will first start

“I will!” Kohra said.

A student with tusks and a brush tail, Ghorza, raised her hand.

“I shall as well.”

The final student raised her hand, Freki was a wide shouldered blonde wolf girl.

“Count me in!”

You could say Kohra, Ghorza, and Freki were the strength based combatants. Though most students leaned on lithe figures or stayed in a comfortable state between lithe and built. Ghorza and Freki were bigger than you in terms of muscles.

“Very well, go to the lockers to—”

Khora stood from her seat.

“Sister tribes!” Kohra said, she raised her fist into the air. “Let us honor our ancestors and family by engaging in unarmed combat, what say you?”

“I have no objections.” Ghorza said.

“Aye, me neither.” Freki said.

“Well, instructor?” Khora said.

You shrugged.

“I see no reason why not. Just make it quick you three. I want to have at least the half of it done by today and other half tomorrow.”

“It won’t be a problem, I’ll have this finished in no time.” Khora said.

They stepped into the arena after changing into simple tight shorts and short tops. You see t heir muscles flex as they stretch up.

“Combatants.” You speak from the observation room. “Are you prepared?”

Each shouted their confirmation.

“Then in three, two, one… begin!”

The girls entered in a brutal beat down, slamming their fists into their faces and tackling one another. You quickly go downstairs and watch from the locker room incase their passion overtake their senses. Not once did they cared to block or parry, but took the attacks full force. Khora, despite being the shortest with the least muscle mass held on her valiantly, never dodging a single attack. Eventually, it was…

>Khora that won
>Ghorza that won
>Freki that won

>>6156354
>Khora that won

>>6156354
>Khora that won
underdog victory

>>6156354
>>Ghorza that won
big ghorza for the win

>>6156560
>>6156359
Votes counted

Eventually, it was Khora that won. The good thing is the girls ended the fight with a firm handshake and a praise for each of their strengths. Though you’re going to take a guess that it will be the only friendly matches.

“Next up, Victoria Wordsworth.”

“Alroighty guv’nor.” Another blonde girl stood, with light chesnut hair and set of corgi ears. “Who am I fighting then?”

“I shall.”

Akagi stood from her seat. A long glare was shared between her and Victoria, they scowled then went down the stairs without your approval. You shrugged, might as well right? Akagi returned from the locker room with a naginata. Victoria arrived with a halberd. You climb back up to the observation room and turn on the mic.

“Conduct yourselves in accordance with the rules of combat dictated by this academy. Are you ready?”

Victoria and Akagi sounded off.

“Begin!”

The blades clashed, Akagi and a Victoria utilized their weapon’s reach to score damage. The halberd’s heavier frames easily parried the naginata’s slender body. Yet, Akagi danced around Victoria, hopping and flanking to give no time for recovery. The final and decisive move was made by…

>Victoria
>Akagi

>>6157075
>Akagi
glorious 24 times fold- oops wrong weapon. giving it the win 'coz the naginata is underrated.

>>6157075
>>Akagi
dodge!

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>6157075
I'll flip for it.
How old are these students anyway? Are we pitting actual children and tweenagers against each other or are they older teens?

>>6157357
Students start out at 16 yrs old

>>6157355
>>6157095

Votes counted

The final and decisive move was made by Akagi. Not with her naginata, but by a hateful and stubborn headbutt. The pieces of the naginata and the halberd were scattered on the arena floor. The elegant battle between the two polearms descended into a martial arts showdown, then into a full on brawl.

“Damn you slant eyed whore!”

“Boil in hell milk pig!”

Hairs pulled, grappling, and enough slurs to fill a notebook. Gooks, slant eyed, and yap were from Victoria. Whore, savage, and milk skin. You almost chuckled, but realized this wasn’t some bar fight, but your students. Once Akagi won, you gave a verbal warning to not do that again. You were beginning to realize why Lux was surprised you chose first year students. After Akagi returned to her seats, the bell chimed.

“Alright, that’s enough for today. We’ll finish the tournament tomorrow.”

For your combat class, it was held on the sixth period, the class of the day. Out of twenty one students, thirteen students volunteered to fight for the position. With five students already finished, eight more were left. For now, that was tomorrow’s problem. You let out a tired yawn, and leave the classroom. At the hall, you see Lux jogging over.

“Hey Ben, how was your class?”

“Wasn’t as bad as I thought. Yours?”

“I’ve been with them since their first year, nothing much to talk about really.” Lux said. “So, what are you doing today?”

>You decided to head over to teacher’s lounge
>You decided to retire for the day
>You decided to spend time at the staff’s range

>>6158007
>>You decided to head over to teacher’s lounge
We spoke with staff at lunch so time to see the teachers next.

>>6158007
>You decided to head over to teacher’s lounge

>>6158007
>You decided to spend time at the staff’s range

>>6158360
>>6158562

Votes counted

You decided to head over to the teacher's lounge.

“Dunno, kick back at the teacher's lounge and go to bed? I heard it's nice.”

“It is nice, I steal some tea packs and fill my thermostat with coffee there.”

You raised a confused eyebrow.

“Can't you afford some teas and coffee?”

“Hey, free is free.” Lux shrugged. “Come on, I'll show you where it is.”

A light citrus scent filled the room. The light beige walls and hardwood floor glistened by the glass chandelier above. Coffee tables were set in front of couches and three more tables were set with the wooden chairs. The instructors chatted, chuckling and sharing stories or gripes of the day. Most being from instructors in charge of first year students. Amidst the group of instructors, you saw a giant hulking man, a familiar a giant hulking man, with his eyes fixed on the phone with an old headset.

“Mountain?” You call out.

The man who sat alone turned his cold and intimidating gaze. His eyes drifted away from the tiny phone trapped in a flesh prison that was his hand. Mountain's pudgy bearded face folded up into creases as a smile formed. He stood up from his seat and walked forward, the instructors parted as your old friend stomped his way.

“Bannermen!”

“Mountain!”

Mountain wrapped his skull crushing arms around you in a heartful (and painful) hug. The brief squeeze would probably kill a bear of two. Mountain was both a mercenary and a bounty hunter, though he preferred mercenary work.

“What are you doing here?” You said.

“I can ask you the same thing, don’t tell me you’re also part of this new program?”

“I am, how about we get a round of drinks to celebrate he? Been too long since you and I talked!”

>Accept
>Decline

>>6159475
>>Accept
drink drink drink

>>6159475
>Accept

>>6159475
>>Accept

>>6159558
>>6159915
>>6160390

CHUG CHUG CHUG!

Mountain was the life of the party.

Inside a bar tucked in the alley, you and Mountain took a seat. The interior was lit by a gentle orange light, and the furniture were made of solid wood and old cushions with patches. The bar was cramped, but the people inside were familiar. You and Mountain both placed your weapons on the rack before entering inside a secured cell.

“First round’s on me, M.T.” You quickly said.

“Ha ha! I’ll take you up on that.” Mountain took a seat at the counter. “Barman, two shots of Desert Rose!”

“And here I thought you were going to order something strong.”

“C’mon, Ben. I’m no fool. This is to catch up, not to be shitfaced drunk. The girls already think I’m some grizzly bear wearing a skin.”

You and mountain share a hearty chuckle.

The tv at the bar showed a mercenary news channel. Though if you’ve seen one, you’ve seen the rest. The news usually contained which military is winning, the losses, and those hiring. Unlike other news, nothing was ever sensationalized. Merc and bounty hunters never tolerated anything of the sort. Any studio that did quickly lost their audience. You watched a recording of a sinking merchant vessel and the dead bodies floating up.

“At this rate it won’t be just sea skirmishes between Muscovite and Caliphate.” You take a sip of your cider.

“It is what it is. I’m sure the merc guild will be thrilled.” Mountain said tiredly.

“No doubt about it.” Mountain sighed. “All those lives gone, just so the ruling class can fatten up their pockets. Typical.”

You see Mountain’s tired eyes straying from the screen and down to the glass of Desert Rose.

>You decided to order a stronger drink, something to lighten his mood
>You decided to ask the barman to change the channel if possible
>You decided that one drink was enough, maybe a good meal would lift MT’s mood
>Write-in

>>6161491
>You decided that one drink was enough, maybe a good meal would lift MT’s mood

>>6161491
>>You decided that one drink was enough, maybe a good meal would lift MT’s mood

>>6161782
>>6161944

Writing

You decided that one drink was enough, maybe a good meal would lift MT’s mood

“Hey MT, you want to get some grub?”

Mountain pulled his gaze out of the drink to you.

“You buying?” Mountain said with a hopeful glint in his eyes.

“Sure, as long as you promise me to buy one next time.”

An excited grin split his lips wide.

“Hey barkeep, two chili fries and steak here!”

The conversation returned to life after. The thick cut of steak arrived on a white plate with a small salad on the side. There was a comfortable silence as you both enjoyed the juicy steak. For a bar stuck in an alley, their meals were top notch.

“So, any of your students causing trouble?” Mountain said.

“Well, not trouble per say but I’m just worried I guess.” You bite into another. “I just hope the girls will accept however wins the fight for class representative.”

“I did think about holding a tournament but I thought it would take too long.” Mountain said. “So I just had every candidate gather in the arena and fight me. I chose whoever last the longest against me.”

“And that was?”

“Ten seconds. These girls just charged at me like an idiot.” Mountain laughed, he bit into the steak then downed the meat with a glass of cider. “Funniest shit I’ve seen in a while. Cheers, to our reunion!”

You raise your mug.

“Cheers!”

The next day, the tournament continued. Out of nine students who volunteered, four more students were left. Inside the observation booth, you read out the next bout.

“Pearl Revere and Telvani Ali-Pasha.”

A young blonde left her seat that was next to Akagi, who seemed to have a cordial conversation. Pearl walked down with a pep in her step all while grinning excitedly, her dog ears were pointing up and her tail wagged excitedly. Telvani was a black haired girl with light brown skin with feathered black ears and a pair of black wings on her back. Couple minutes later, Pearl returned with a wooden rifle with a bayonet, a dagger, and a tomahawk. Telvani returned with a scimitar and a round shield.

“Ms.Revere, you are aware that the first half of you year you are not permitted to use guns in combat practices?”

“I am sir.” Pearl said.

Well then.

“Combatants, are you prepared?”

“Yes sir!” Pearl replied.

“Yes, instructor!” Telvani said.

“Then in three, two, one… begin!”

The winner of this bout was…

>Peark
>Telvani

>>6163322
>Telvani
going with her due to wings and the scimitar

>>6163322
>>Telvani
She has the high ground

Telvani emerged as the victor

The avia-humane, were seperate race born with avian features such as winged ears and wings on back. However, their distinct appearence did not the avia-humane lived in one kingdom or domain. Like many regular folks, culture and identity dicated their homes, even among avia-humane there was a subspecies with different wingspans and some with wings for arms instead of wings on their backs, often venerated as some headfigure or royalty.

“Then in three, two, one… begin!”

The battle did not begin with an immediate aerial assault using ranged weapons. Hardly. Telvani rushed in, attacking with quick slashes of her scimatar, spinning and dancing with her blade. Sparks flew as the weapons clashed. Pearl used her wooden rifle to block the attacks and managed to push Telvani with a front kick that sent her skidding across the arena.

“Ha! How you'd like that towel headed cunt?” Pearl growled.

Telvani's wings unfurled. Wtih great gust of wind, Telvani flew up. A series of quick aerial assault began. Not just with her sword, but with a flail she tucked behind her. Her final winning move was one flail to the face, courtesy of gravity and speed.

“Pearl Revere is out! Telvani Ali-Pasha is the winner! Also, will a student escort Ms.Revere to the infirmary please?”

The tournament went on. Akagi, Khora, and Telvani advanced into the next round. Three more rounds were required. Though by nowm you weren't sure if you could submit the class representative on time... You still had some few days left however, so it was not urgent as of now.

“Now we got…” You squint a bit. “Helen Menelaus.”

“Here.” A quiet voice replied.

The beautiful young girl with a beauty mark below her left eye raised her hand. The curled light auburn hair shined and sprang as she moved down. Among all the girls, Helen moved with the most grace, almost on an ethereal level.

“And next will be Gorgo Leonidas.”

“Here.” A firmer tone replied.

Gorgo was a thicker built girl, with wide shoulders similar to Freki and Ghorza with short black hair with light brown skin. At the arena, both arrived with an aspis shield and spear.

“Combatants, are you prepared?”

“Ready.” Helen said.

“Ready.” Gorgo said.

“Then in three, two, one… begin!”

The battle was different from others, their movements were methodic, gauging one another’s strength of their thrust and handling of their shields, it was a game of wits and preparation. Eventually, a winner was declared not by knockout but by concession immediately after her spear was broken in half.

>In the end, Helen was the winner
>In the end Gorgo was the winner

>>6164786
>In the end, Helen was the winner
liked her description. Also merry christmas qm and anons.

>>6164786
>>In the end Gorgo was the winner

>>6164823
Merry Christmas to you too anon

Rolled 2 (1d2)

1.
Helen

2.
Gorgo

In the end Gorgo was the winner

The Hellenesean were the general term for the people living at the island or the peninsula of the Midas Sea. Helen was from Menelaus and Gorgo was from Sparta, two lands that warred before in the ancient times. Spears and the aspis were not only their weapons, but ingrained into their culture. If one lost their favored spear, the loss would be akin to lost of their limbs. Helen’s concession made sense.

“By concession, Helen Menelaus is out. Gorgo Leonidas is the winner.”

Helen and Gorgo exchanged a brief handshake and climbed back up to their seats. You had four more students to see through and another tournament after that. Though you realized you would also end up with five students left, another odd number you had to deal with. You did not think this through… Well, you’ll deal with that problem when you have to.

The homeroom class also acted as an office for the instructors, furnished with a sleek office table and an assigned data-slates, if you needed anything else all that was required was to simply request the items through the faculty app. You lean back on your chair as you gaze into the classroom.

Who knew your career would take you here?

Months before you were chasing bounties, lassoing criminals and killers alike. You open your hidden mini-humidifier that could hold three cigars. You open up the window then take one out.

“BANNERMEN!”

Mountain slammed open your door.

“We got a problem. Come on!”

You quickly rush out and follow MT into the faculty’s office. The instructor gather in a large circle and you see the headmaster at the center.

“Good, we’re all here.” The headmaster said.

The headmaster was at a medium height and wide shouldered man, his salt and pepper hair was slicked back and on his chin was a well trimmed beard. He wore a white coat with grey and gold accents, the academy’s color. A badge hung on his right chest, bearing the academy’s symbol, a ram. You also have a uniform but due to its stuffiness you wear what you got from the store.

“We have escaped intruders in the city with leaked information that they are aiming for our students. The academy will be in lockdown protocol. The alarms have been sent to student’s phones and headcounts by the prefects and the dorm mothers have secured the dorms.”

“It’s been three hours since class ended, most students are out already!” A teacher said.

“Indeed, teams of three will be deployed to find the missing students. Move with haste!”

Two third of the instructors were given guard duty, and the rest have been sent out to retrieve the students.

>You and Mountain however, were not sent to retrieve the students but to hunt the criminals down
>You, San-Hwa, and Mountain were sent to retrieve the students.
>You, [choose two: Mountain, Lux, San-Haw] were sent to retrieve the students.

>>6165792
>You and Mountain however, were not sent to retrieve the students but to hunt the criminals down

>>6165792
>>You and Mountain however, were not sent to retrieve the students but to hunt the criminals down

Even our past refuses to let us run.

>>6165851
>>6166482
Update tomorrow

You and Mountain however, were not sent to retrieve the students but to hunt the criminals down. You and Mountain arrive at the armory to pick up some ammo. Time was at the essence, but you could not help but see how beautifully the armory have been organized and how expertly the weapons were polished. To the smallest daggers to the longest billhook, the armory did not skimp on the budget.

"My compliments to the armorer." Mountain said with a delighted snort, he kissed the thick breaching hammer's head he took. "C'mon, don't be shy."

"I got what I need, let's go."

You took a bowie knife and a hatchet. Then as a long ranged weapon you took a simple bow with various types of arrows. Dressed in your new flaxwool long sleeved shirt and bluecarved jeans with a sturdy belt that held your twin revolvers. You slid your hatchet to your hip holster and hung the bow on your back. Mountain wore his thick Avalanche Mk4 armor, a bulky five layered armor. He attached his riot shield and his breaching hammer on his back. In his hands was a Claymore 83, a 4 gauge pump action shotgun.

"Just like old times eh?"

"Let's try to keep one alive."

Mountain laughed again.

"That's rich from you!"

You and Mountain ran to the last known location. Despite the heavy armor, he kept close behind you. Some policemen tried to question you but with a flash of your bounty hunting license and your quick charms, they updated you on their latest location. Being a bounty hunter and having connections with the law have its perks. As an agent of the court, you were also given a radio to listen in.

"You smell that? Been a while since I smelled blood." Mountain said.

"Define while." You nodded.

"A month ago." Mountain said, chuckling.

At the next alley, you saw three dead policemen, and another soon to meet his demise. By the looks of it, a young rookie.

>You aimed for the head and fired
>You aimed for the leg and fired
>"Freeze drop the weapon!"

>>6167549
>You aimed for the leg and fired
need at least 1 to interrogate

Happy belated new year, everyone

>>6167603
Need to roll for it anon

Difficulty: 15
Amount of rolls: 2
Dice: D20
Modifier: Agility [+3]

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>6167603
+1
"Stop resisting!"
Bang bang!

Rolled 17 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>6168749
should've said earlier

>>6169163
Sorry about that. Update will be tomorrow

You aimed for the leg and fired.

The .44 ripped through the man's leg and fell, howling a pained cry. You quickly run over and kicked the double edged dagger out of his hand then tie him down. The young rookie glued his ass to the ground, breathing heavily with shaking hands. Mountain went over to help the policemen stand up with a polite smile and reassuring words.

“Now on to you... You gonna make this easy for us or are you going to play the tough guy?”

“I have promised eternity, that is all I know and all I will ever—”

A finger cracked underneath your heel. Credit where it's due, he only whimpered a bit. You give a good kick to the asshole’s head and knock him out.

“Officer, call back up and have this area cordoned off. Though we’ll be taking this man with us.”

You hear a flutter, you look up. Three more figures leapt from the shadows above. Mountain’s shotgun took down the first, but your .44 bounced off the other two enemies. You saw a faint shimmer surrounding their bodies. They have unlocked their mjol, the essence of their souls. You clicked your tongue.

“This is going to be troublesome…”

“You act as if you didn’t unlock yours.” Mountain said. “What are you complaining about? Now we don’t have to chase anymore!”

“They’re here to stall us, or here to kill the one we captured.”

“What does your gut tell you?”

>“They’re here to stall us. Can I rely on you to hold them?”
>“They’re here to silence our new lead. You and me, just like old times.”

>>6170042
>“They’re here to stall us. Can I rely on you to hold them?”

>>6170042
>>“They’re here to stall us. Can I rely on you to hold them?”

Cultists that refuse to break from pain either does know nothing or is buying time for their team to get to their targets.

>>6170051
>>6170131

Writing

“They’re here to stall us. Can I rely on you to hold them?”

Mountain, the lovable big brute that he was, nodded with a vicious grin. He twirled the breach hammer and charged in. You follow behind and slp through the cultists, running through the streets you listen into the radios.

“We found three more at Order Street!”

“We need back up at Silverite Street now!”

“Initiate Crown Contingency, I repeat Crown Contingency is in effect!”

The police chatters buzzed, there were too many to just hunt them all down. This was not some upstart revolutionary, but coordinated. Yet, the actions made no sense, Monarch city defended and crushed attempts like these before. So what made them confident enough to try?

“Back off!”

You turn to the corner and follow the voice. A bloodbath awaited, four officers were already dead and two clutched at their wounds as they bled slowly. Three cultists laid dead, one cleaved from their torso with her entrails spilled like messy noodles. Another cultist died from a slash across his chest, and the final cultist's head rolled free on the pavement. Three more cultists surrounded your students.

“Instructor!”

These two were your students. Your hunch was correct. You did not tell the cultists to freeze, but fired your revolvers. Two fell, but another charged toward you close. The cultist brandished his spiked maul, when you fired again the mjol took on the bullet with ease. You activate your own, then…

>used your whip and trip the cultist [high difficulty roll, cultist loses a turn to fight back]
>took you bowie knife and a hatchet and engaged [mid difficulty roll ]

>>6171203
>used your whip and trip the cultist [high difficulty roll, cultist loses a turn to fight back]

>>6171203
>>used your whip and trip the cultist [high difficulty roll, cultist loses a turn to fight back]

Difficulty: 15 [reduced due to You Yee'd Your Last Haw]
Amount of rolls: 3
Dice: d20
Modifier: Agility [+3]

Rolled 13 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>6172302
let's go

>>6172613
got more rolls left anon

>>6172674
i mean, it'd be better if other anons rolled, even if we met it already. btw why didn't you roll, man ?

>>6172683
I'm the QM, I'm using my work's computer lol. I forgot the password for the original qm trip password so I made another but I started this qst at my work computer.

>>6172704
oh, the id checks out for the first post of the quest, lmao. anyway, while it's better to wait for another anon unless you wanna close the vote anyway and start writting.

>>6172766
Nah I'd rather not, there's two more rolls left, it'd be unfair if I close it now

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>6172613
riling

>>6172786
>>6172613
You guys got one more roll! I believe in you guys!

>>6172613

Well there's no other rolls and since I'm a moron who realized 13 + 3 is sixteen, I will be updating soon

>>6173399
>Well there's no other rolls and since I'm a moron who realized 13 + 3 is sixteen, I will be updating soon
bruh, I thought you were waiting because of the nat20 chance, kek

Once your whip wrapped around the cultist’s ankle you pull. The cultist stumbled forward, allowing you to swing. The hatchet screeched against the cultist’s mjoll then kicked his leg as hard as you could. The cultist knelt, but dove out of the way. The old fire in you breathed, the embers pulsating once with a faint light. Your lips pull back to a vicious scowl. The ruthless past, steeped in blood and filth stewed in the burning hatred beckoned you to fight harder..

And so you did.

You parried his attacks, waited for the right opportunity to land another hit. A parry with your dagger, then another strike with your hatchet to the shoulder. One or two more hits then his mjoll would be broken, you’ll finish him off before he runs.

“Instructor!”


Difficulty: 12
Amount of rolls: 2
Dice: D20
Modifier: Agility [+3]

Reason: Having an advantage from the whip, the cultist is on the verge of his mjoll being broken, meaning his body will be susceptible to damage. The cultist is
Success: The cultist will be killed
Failure: The cultist will hold on long enough for more reinforcements

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>6173558
Whip the scum good

Rolled 3 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>6173558
time to die

>>6173872
fuck, we lost by 1 point

“Instructor!”

Before you could kill the cultist, more arrived. Dressed in civilian clothing, three more arrived. Close ranged falchions, mid range sword and shield, then finally a spearmen. Outnumbered and out ranged. Wonderful. You stand in front of your students, cornered and with something to defend, what a situation you fell into…

“You two alright?”

The red headed student had flowers adorning her hair and the two tree branches protruding from her head like horns, this was Fern Mugwort, hailing from Dryad. The second student was brown skinned with black hair, with a pair of tall jackal ears, dual wielding a khopesh, this was Sirys Amenhotep, from the kingdom of Ra. Both of your students’ uniforms were tattered, with blood seeping from the cut fabrics. They nodded, lips trembling and their eyes tear-ridden.

“We tried to save the officers…”

“You did what you could. Focus on staying alive.”

“We can fight!”

You parry an attack, then shoot the falchion wielder, Mjoll, of course they all unlocked their mjoll. Competent enemies were not your fear, the students’ safety were.

>Hold and fight, someone had to arrive
>Run with the students

>>6174561
>>Run with the students
Outnumber and out ranged while officers aren't high quality enough to survive at least for now.

>>6174561
>Run with the students

Feeling a lil tired today, I'll get an update tomorrow.

>>6176330
rest well, OP

>>6176540
Thanks anon

Outgunned. Out ranged. Outnumbered.

There was only one option.

"Run!"

Your students rush out first into the crowded streets and you followed behind. The cultists followed without fear, the cocky bastards. Thankfully, shooting made loud enough sound for others to hear. You watched your students run and fall into the teachers then whip around. That falchion bastard still made chase with his men. The teachers charged forth, clashing against the cultists.

"Bannermen!"

Mountain rushed into the alley then into the cul de sac. That meat shield of his crashed in directly, his mjoll smashed against the falchion cunt that sent him flying. The falchion cunt took one look at Mountain then you, he pivoted and made a full sprint.

"You left one alive?"

"Just the one." Mountain said disappointingly. “They were pathetic. Go. I’ll kill the rest.”

“What about your students?” You said.

“All accounted for. So save yours.”

Two teachers were still with the students.

>You stayed devoted to your objectives like a professional that you are
>But they were your students, your responsibility

>>6176740
>You stayed devoted to your objectives like a professional that you are
since mountain took care of all but 1 one of his, we can follow up on the rest with him

>>6176740
>You stayed devoted to your objectives like a professional that you are

>>6176761
>>6177666

Writing.

You stayed devoted to your objectives like a professional that you are. You look back at your students, eyes wide and shoulders trembling.

“Instructor?”

“Get back to the academy now!”

You turn back and draw your knife and hatchet then sprint into combat with your old mate. The cultists were quickly crushed, figuratively thanks to the support of other teachers and literally by Mountain’s breach hammer. Unlike the falchion user, these cultists were civilians, had to be, they neither had the combat experience or the mjoll. After the fight ended, you and Mountain got the notification that the Crown Contingency eliminated or apprehended the rest of the cultists.

“Guess it’s over.” Mountain said with a disappointed sigh. “This fight isn’t even worth drinking for. Let’s go yeah?”

“Yeah.”

The rest of the week the students were given a break. Next monday, you had the students return to class. The two students who were supposed to be next, Fern and Sirys, dropped from the tournament. Two students were left.

“Xu Chochu.”

The first student that walked down had an exoskeleton on her arms and legs, forgoing stockings and a long sleeved shirt. You noticed the lack of pupils but the scaled eyes and the retractable mantis claws, the insectoid were mostly from Sun Wu.

“And will Calpurnia Lex step up.”

The girl shared the same flesh ear as you did. Her short and bobbed black hair bounced up and down as she walked down.

Xu Lingwen returned with a tri-staff, a favorited weapon in Sun Wu. Calpurnia armed herself with scutum and gladius.

“Are both combatants prepared?”

“Dui, shifu.” Xu said.

“Ita vero!”

“Then in three, two, one… begin!”

The last preliminary fight went to…

>Xu Chochu
>Calpurnia Lex

>>6177975
>“Xu Chochu.”
>Xu Lingwen returned with a tri-staff
so what's her last name ?

>Calpurnia Lex

>>6178225
It's Xu Chochu

Sorry for the typo, I'll take care not to do it again.

>>6178225
+1
xu