We go south to Strandekai. The journey is rather long on foot.
On our way down there, we take out some easy prey.
Our shield-wall is just too strong for them.
But they still manage to fuck up Azira.
of
Azira
The bandits break and we cut down two of the survivors.
oscar keeps inclining, even as a cripple. He takes Backstabber, since his targets are usually surrounded by two or three of our Bros.
Upon reaching the town, I decide to bolster our company to a dozen strong. Please welcome
Ninjerk to the party
And
Andnjord who completes our savoury bunch
Not soon after, we get a random encounter.
Now while I'm all for banditry and shit, this monk is spreading the holy gospel of beer and deserves to be treated like the hero he is.
Am I not a generous god?
All hail the ale! :cheersmate:
We could go directly to Holmwik, but for 100 crowns less we only need a short march from Kampstadt. Sure, this eats up most of the money we'd be making, but that was never the point here.
Ferries are fucking magic, the journey is instantaneous!
The Jew at the destination tries to avoid paying us, but we have our priorities in order.
The last time we were in Holmwik we were just dealing with the guilds. Now, it seems, we've gone up in the world.
Bitch, please, like your dogs would be able to take me in a fight
We hash out the terms of our contract before I have a look at the two skull one.
The pay is good, but Glanzburg is all the way on the other side of the map.
And so we march to Waaagh! against the Orcs.
Some? A few?
I'm fucking murdering our scout after this
This may be a blind LP, but I am not blind. Knowing that people shit themselves about fighting Orcs in melee and that they aren't big on the whole armour thing, I'd outfitted you Bros in weapons better at cutting exposed flesh and spread out our stock of bows and crossbows.
The thick shrubbery to our north blocks movement and I have Andnjord and
MZeta keep up a spear-wall that covers most of our frontage.
First blood! Beowulf has had his axe prised from his cold, useless hands and was given a Cruel Falchion and a shield instead.
Two Berserkers swing north to flank us.
Our ranged firepower is paying dividends, as evidenced by the blood splatters. They do have some javelins on their side however.
BOOM! HEADSHOT!
Battle is joined on our southern flank.
Beowulf, supported by oscar, is given the task of killing the double-grip Orc to our front and
HeroicBloodshed will be holding out alone against the two shield-bearing Young
Andnjord and Wayward Son move to screen our archers with Ninjerk, MZeta and Longinus pushing forwards, breaking our line to engage the javelin Orcs.
I think Orcs are like horses - scared of long, pointy poles.
It's a full on brawl and we're winning hard.
HeroicBloodshed will need to hold out for longer. He's in reasonable state, but if they break his shield he'll be fucked hard.
Wayward Son is finally engaged and the chain-wielding Berserker fails his charge. adnjord's spear-wall fails because he's fat as fuck and needs more exercise.
Bring it down!
Fucking shoot it!
Useless cunts. Looks like we're doing this the manly way
With Bloodshed still fighting hard, the other greenskins fall. Rather than bumrush the final Berserker we go to make him the last man standing.
Wayward Son takes a hit and starts to bleed profusely, but he can take it.
He can tak-
Oh fuck!
RIP
Wayward Son
Everyone in!
Gondolin is almost cut in half in a single swing!
Utterly surrounded, with all of our standing Bros closing in, the Berserker breaks!
Hmmm...
Suffer Not The Alien To Live
Gondolin goes for it!
And fails
RIP
Gondolin