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Look for anyone that have unfortunate lives and attempt to improve them using the crystal+1
+1Given only a spear and shield he should buy some leather armor and a helmet. If the army isn't giving those out to rank and file.+1
B) Fight normally, no need to be reckless
Army!+1
... they'll probably make us buy our own gear if we want something more than a sharp stick, so I'd advise seeing what if anything they give us then use funds to make sure we at least have metal armor.
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You awake in the forges of Vexthar the lighting god, hearing him work the anvil or maybe its just your head, you blink and the brightness dims from in side the sun to just the sun in your eyes.
Your not dead, you just feel like it, fighting back swimming wave that moves the world, curse the drummer and up right you stagger in the courtyard.
There's a dozen other hungover looking men all looking equally dreadful and you recognize some of them.
"Ah i see your up for breakfast, here get some food in you." The captain smiles at you, he's a short and wide shouldered man.
"Thank you captain.. ug" your stuck to recall much of last night an details like his name are totally lost.
"Thord, Captain Thord to you, Now eat up soldier."
There no yelling or even a physical test, your just handed a spear an shield like the rest before you set off marching.
The march is long 4 leagues a day with training at noon before lunch.
And the next day is just like that, up at dawn, cook and eat then walk until the noon training followed by more walking.
Such is army life, no pretty girls but simon's hairy backside trumping away in cold tent, no battles but weeks of walking and shoveing dirt.
That is until you hear the out rideing scouts return and shout that an enemy camp is near...
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In the comeing battle you aim to:
A) Fight heroicly with out care for your self.
B) Fight normaly
C) Hold back in the fight an focus on staying safe
D) Avoid the battle by any means
Velek is now 15 an 3 months.
Velek has gained basic fighting skill.
Velek has 2 free choice skills.
Velek has gained 1 Money.
Your purse is getting full and the sirens call of booze, song as easy women starts, if you don't spend money soon your waste it.Spoiler: Velek (click to show/hide)
Name: Velek+1
Descriptor: A scrawny boy with a tall frame. Reddish mop of hair, and the tiniest wisp of a moustache.
Bio: None yet
Skills: none
Gear: none
We look for a job as a dock worker
Our goals mysterious, our methods unknowable, almost as if we just follow the commands of a handful of escaped lunatics.+1
+1Sure, yes, not orks. Let's go with this for now.Some possibilities I'll toss out for consideration:
Riflemen
The Battle Brothers of this chapter specialize in the use of auto bolt rifles as an all-purpose weapon - they allow for rapid unloading of highly-accurate bolter fire, and are overall some of the most reliable firearms available to an Astartes. Furthermore, their expertise in these relatively simple weapons allow these soldiers to train their auxiliaries in the use of similar - if not Astartes-grade - weapons with relative ease.
So I know it's kind of. . . pedestrian compared to some of the wilder options, but having every Battle Brother being masters or on their way to mastery with the bolt gun would be very useful. Fielding the best shooters around, particularly when we have limited medics, would be very useful.
Could also be convinced to go for Devestator weapons, or the regeneration. Hard choice, but for now:
Traditional Weapon: Bolt Rifle +1
This or being able to accept any human applicants. But for now, this.
oh no .-.We must heal, heal mould, our body's must heal fast.
Well uh
So we can choose to do just about fucking anything can't we
Like, we could be a chapter full of master snipers, or a bunch of bolt pistol sharpshooters, or masters of the blade, or the God-Emperor's own fury with machine guns... or we could do really weird shit and, like, I don't fucking know, grow wings or be half-Tau or start integrating goddamn Necrodermis or some other weird shit
Like good fucking God
+1I think we go with Artificer Armor. Only a handful of people can have it to begin with, and ultimately, it’s highly-customized power armor; we can develop some pieces at least semi-similar to it with some time spent on it. And we still get stuff like Terminator armor, Centurion armor, and other such specialist pieces. Losing meltas, however, kinda fucks our reliable armor-piercing stuff.
Agreed. +1
Also the slave vote is important and if you are not going to want to name the farm please state no name.Name the farm, Publius's Brassica
+1+1+1It is a fact universally acknowledged something something in want of a wife!+1
Ask daddy to get me a girlfriend, and sell cabbages to buy enough seed to replant the farm next year and, hopefully, a late-season crop like wheat or squash to plant in autumn. Cache leftover funds.
I don't know why I let myself get distracted by this, I'm not even supposed to be here right now
+1+1+1A6, we are Publius Valerius "Brassicarum," the locally famous owner of a cabbage farm.
+1, except Brassicarius instead of Brassicarum.
+1What is your MAGICAL 'EXPERTISE'?+1 Let us rule the world with FINANCE!
- Finance.
Where exactly is this HOVEL located?
- The historic hovel district. This hovel is virtually unchanged from its appearance when first constructed 400 years ago by a family of filthy peasants whose names were regrettably lost to history and thus not recorded on the plaque.
How are you going to pay your BACK RENT this week?
- Well, if this magic finance thing doesn't work out, there's always plenty of lonely people with spare cash in the bars— oh, did you mean how I was going to do that using magic? The powers of magic finance allow the adept to double or triple his money, change silver into gold, and build gleaming towers on a foundation of paper, all with the dark and mysterious energy of compound interest. Specifically, I was going to get some seed money through unscrupulous means, loan it out, then use a few parlor tricks I've picked up to bolster my income so I can cover the rent.
Who collects your RENT, anyway?
- An incredibly rich and greedy alternate future version of myself who owns most property in the known world. Magical finance does come with certain... risks.
