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as a patreon reward I will read your least favorite person's handmade custom tabletop RPG homebrew and ask them why they didn't just run it in 5e instead
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I started RP before double digit age but you couldn't have gotten an admission I was under 18 under threat of death. Kids just casually admiting it online now is wild.
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the whole subway's mine for the slammin'
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A brief laugh. Oh, he liked this one. A clever mouth, and a functioning brain inside that head of his. Renar wasn't that concerned anymore. If Sir Jarde could joke like that, he'd hold together long enough for the upcoming battle. Who knows? Perhaps he'd come to terms with the act fully once he'd slain a few more.

"If you insist, Sir Jarde." Renar nodded, stepping back as he put his helmet back on. "Then I wish you and Sir Gerard good fortune in the fight to come." He hefted his poleaxe up onto his shoulder, cheerfully whistling as he made his way back over towards the rest of the group.

@PaulHaynek @HereComesTheSnow

Fortunately, he'd returned to the main body of the knights soon enough that he'd managed to overhear the captured bandit go on about the strength of their so-called king. Well, well. So this Jeremiah was a cut above the rest, eh? About time. Perhaps he'd even get to cross blades with the man. The thought had him grinning in anticipation. While Renar enjoyed a challenging fight in and of itself, its true value to him beyond enjoyment was the chance to win glory by defeating strong opponents. With glory came recognition. With recognition came a chance at legitimacy. Of being a true blueblood.

Hopefully, they'd advance soon. The longer they kept the bandit camp waiting without a report back from the failed ambushers, the more suspicious they'd be that something was wrong.
I'll get my post up tomorrow, sorry I haven't been around the past two days.
Renar sighed as he practically tore his last foe's guts open with his poleaxe. Bandits weren't exactly the most stimulating of opponents. No armor, garbage weaponry, no proper training. If Renar had been a more empathethic man, he might have actually felt sorry for this lot. Well, if they hadn't sealed their own fates by murdering and raiding their way across the countryside. Renar grunted as he hefted his weapon up, starting to wipe off the blood that had accumulated on the blade.

He wasn't exactly enthused with the order to imprison the bandits, though. At this point, every bastard that lived was a dead man walking, anyway. If they weren't killed here, they'd hang once they were brought to the capital. Still, there were more pressing matters. Like Sir Jarde. From all appearances, this seemed like the boy's...no, he was a man now. This seemed like his first kill. Renar's lips pursed. If this wasn't handled properly, he likely wouldn't be of use in the coming assault.

With that in mind, Renar strode over to where Sir Gerard had already approached Sir Jarde. He removed his helmet for the moment, tucking it under his arm as he nodded at Gerard before turning to Jarde.

"First kill, eh?" Renar clapped the blonde man on the shoulder. "It was well done, Sir Jarde. One less highwayman raping and pillaging his way across the land. You've probably saved the lives of a good few travelers. And the maidenhoods of a village girl or two."

@PaulHaynek @HereComesTheSnow
I'd rather marry the shortstack loli vampire
>riding a gelding
Didn't realize this was little bitch hour

@OwO
So it was a trap. One that didn't seem to actually be intended for them if the look on the bandits' faces was any indication. Ah, well. They chose this fight. They'd get what was coming to them. Someone would have to have a talk with the captain later in private about delegating. Or just resisting her instinct to help. If the bandits were more competent, she'd be dead by now.

Renar simply dismounted and took his place in the van as Bloody Aria barked an order for the spearmen to form up. It was a good order, but even if it hadn't been, to second-guess in the heat of battle was beyond foolish. He brought his poleaxe up, pushing alongside the rest.

A bandit charged his position in the line specifically, and he smirked. The man only wielded a hand axe and a leather shield, being covered in hides and rusted mail. Simple enough. Renar stepped forward, meeting the bandit's charge with a swing of his polearm's axe head, forcing the bandit to stop in his tracks and raise his shield. Another step forward, and Renar was in range to draw his poleaxe back, quickly whirling it around and smashing the bandit in the gut with the opposing end, knocking the wind out of the man. While he was doubled over, trying to suck a breath in, Renar slammed the polearm's spike forward, smashing it through the bandit's left eye and out the back of his skull.

"Another one down!" Renar roared, kicking the still-warm corpse off his weapon and leveling his poleaxe as he continued the push with the rest of the line.
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fuck me here comes Chris Jericho
@OwO think you forgot Renar wielding a poleaxe in your post there
He barely managed to resist sighing audibly. How in the hell did the crown's men get routed by bandits and pillagers? Renar had fought with the king's levies in the days when he'd been under a banneret. They weren't that incompetent. Not knights, to be certain. But even militia and men-at-arms could kill well enough when given a sharp weapon and a target that wasn't in full plate.

And speaking of killing...Renar looked briefly towards their new Knight-Captain. Throwing a young girl into the position of leadership simply because she'd happened to be fortunate enough to be born on the full moon wasn't quite to his taste. Certainly, he'd heard tales of the Danbalion girl being skilled with a sword, but damned near everyone here was skilled at arms, with perhaps the exception of their artificer. There were more important qualities that their captain would have to be evaluated on. Could she lead well? Was she an able tactician? Had she ever killed a man before? It wouldn't quite do for their assumed leader to freeze up on her first kill. Not that he couldn't sympathize just a tad. The first kill was always the most difficult. But a leader couldn't afford to have that slow them down.

Pah. It all came down to her having the noblest birth of all. As a bastard, it grated on him. But he'd wait and see. It was too soon to judge, not before witnessing her in the field. And so Renar finally turned his attention to both the Ladies Forina and Narcissa speaking. They'd brought up solid points. Charging in blindly with their full force was beyond foolish, even if the foe before them were mere bandits.

"Lady Narcissa speaks truly." Renar said from his position in the van, his helmet already on his head and his orcish cloak billowing in the breeze. "Best to determine what lays in wait for us first inside the camp. The bandits and their..." He paused from atop his horse, his voice derisive, "...king have already raided several villages. No doubt they would have taken women. The order would never hear the end of it should any prisoners be slain in a bombardment."
ngl I usually don't think discord chats are that needed for pbp stuff
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