I know there's already some old thread about this but I'm gonna be regularly updating my cRPG adventures here. Its a sweet little game about having your own band of mercenaries and going around doing contracts, killing things, escorting caravans, etc.
Here's the starting lineup (consisting of my old friends/Bandits ofc but as I move along and they inevitably perish in this dangerous world I recon there will be some familiar EU cRPG faces coming along as mercenaries):
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First task was to hunt down a certain brigand called Hoggart the Weaserl and his band of cutthroats. Unfortunately we lost our dear brother Bruno the Brainfart:
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After having a toast in his name we replaced him with another old brother in arms who used to spend his time with a bunch of morons wearing white & green but for this occasion he rejoined us, just like the good old days:
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A few successful skirmishes followed, first against some werewolves and then against some brigands. During our travels we've met the cheapest mercenary ever to live in this harsh world. He was so cheap (only 35 gold pieces for his service, a quiver of 10 arrows costs more) that we took pity on him and allowed him to join us in our travels.
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Unfortunately his "adventures" didn't last long. Next day we were attacked on our way by some random brigands and the last one standing just crushed our new friend with a single blow of his mighty morningstar:
Having buried him we continued our way to an old ruined fort filled with some thieves who stole an important artifact that we were contracted to retrieve.
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The fort was cleared, artifact restored, not a single loss. Upon our way back the troubles began. Having a killer on the run in your Warband is always risky.
.........and decisions have to be made:
.............for better or for worse:
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.....fortunately this world is full of potential adventures of all kinds:
...full party atm:
.....finally a battle without casualties !
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After successfully retrieving a stolen talisman from some bandits we decided to clear abandoned ruin filled with some orcish younglings....we lost our beggar:
...so we decided to finally fill our ranks as much as we can. As if the gods of war heard our campfire talks:
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Later in town we took a new contract and finally accomplished our ambition:
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Adventures await.
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First chadz's battle was also his last:
...so a decent replacement was found right away:
...this Warband is really like a family, no matter the differences in......well, no matter the differences:
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The Warband ventured into Fasader's homeland territory:
......where many dangers await for those who are mad enough to enter:
.....our lineup was strong & brave:
.....but balding italian midget still went to his grave:
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Since this wild land has germanic names & toponyms it would be appropriate to have Turkomanic warriors joining us:
During battle against the undead our dwarven friend got several wounds, one even got infected:
.....we managed to patch him up in a nearby village temple but little did we know that our next contract involving killing some brigands will be his last:
.....so we needed another brave Turkoman to fill his dwarven boots:
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A few successful skirmishes followed, without any losses until.....
...so there was another new face added into our ranks -
. During our fighting against direwolves and germanic vampires two strange things happened (the loss of Reyiz is none of those, it was to be expected): Dadovinchi got swallowed by one of the creatures but we killed it and he dropped out of its belly covered in shit......and this:
.....Bloberyn is a strange & dangerous warrior both in real life & virtual.
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Our next contract was to venture into a crypt full of undead:
...and when we got there.....
.....not a single brother perished. We are turning into a force to be reckoned with.
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Another strange incident occurred on our way to the next quest - some peasant mob decided to lynch a guy for his.....love for fruit:
....ofc we couldn't allow that to happen:
....so we took the sick bastard in with us as a reserve:
...and boy did we do the right thing - right in our next fight cleaning a den of evil filled with well armed rogues & brigands we lost our toothless Latvian:
.....it was one of the hardest battles so far, they were well equipped and beside slaughtering one they wounded half of our Warband.......and so the Melon Shagger stepped into the front line.
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A bit later along the road:
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Our next battle was a big one against the undead:
...but brave Warband's shieldwall prevailed.
On our way back:
....there are some things in this world no one can change.
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In any case: we fulfilled another ambition:
...and continued our voyage filled with dangers:
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Finally - our own Battle Standard:
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While escorting a caravan:
...I guess (being french and all that) Bloby simply couldn't reach the bloody cow:
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Our brave shieldwall can withstand attacks from numerous creatures:
...which makes it easier to fulfill our ambitions:
...but ofc having Turks in your party is always problematic:
...not that the others are any better:
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Our biggest fight so far, in terms of numbers:
...but we're too good for those brainless beasts:
Some more renown:
....and finally - the 13th warrior joined us:
Having cultist & zealots in your party doesn't always work as intended:
To be continued.....
