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Tw has no inside voices.
She just has ordinary psychoses, anger management issues and a budding alcohol addiction.
The most mentally healthy person in your roving band of crazy people is Iris.

It's that I get distracted easily. I will place a notice when I let a game die. Also of note, I usually wait about a day for responses.

Questioning the possum proved easy, as he told every single thing he knew upon asking. He hasn't seen Melvin, but he's being kept in the throne room where screams keep sounding from. There is a tiny resistance of soldiers who are performing guerrilla warfare upon any isolated groups of soldiers. Possum-guy brought them food whenever he could afford it. other then that, guard corpses are just re-used, but they are weaker each time. Lastly, the villagers are taken to the kitchens instantly, and there is a powerful magic enchantment there that prevents anything with a soul from coming near it.
Shouldn't be a problem for you, then.
You then go back on watch, keeping a close look at the corpses. It proves to be very dull, and the smell is getting on your nerves.

You get distracted, and start pondering some things. Philosophy is something every villain worth his salt is in to, which certainly explains why they always know what to say to make people doubt themselves.
Clacking noises move you up from your stupor, however. The source of the clacking noises proves to be something that proves your suspicions.
The skeletons of the dead soldiers are ripping themselves out of their flesh, So you nab a hammer and yell the village to prepare. The skeletons use the ribs of others and transform them into make-shift daggers.
The village stands ready to defend itself in a few short moments, and the skeletons prove not to be the hardiest of foes.
However, some villagers are die in the defence. This was still too easy though, so you expect that something went wrong in the planning.
The demons sound juvenile, so it isn't a bad guess to assume they are bad at their job for now.

You take a look at the remaining legs of the fat thing. It's clear that it wasn't just fat, it was bloated up with gas. He was pretty much world's worst water balloon. He was transformed unwillingly, you'd guess.
When you ask around, it turns out the villagers actually knew him. He was Adviser White, well-known for being a kind man who always looked like he didn't eat in five days. He helped Melvin with many problems, and they were close.
The explanation is interrupted by a sudden groaning, coming from one of the corpse piles. You carefully move closer, and see it's the hammer-wielder who's groaning.
The armor is so dented he should be dead, crushed. You remove the helmet, and see he's a possum-man. Also, the helmet is WAY too large for him.
'ey mate, Could ya please pull me ou' o' this deathtrap? I'd really 'preciate it. He says with a rather peculiar accent. You pull him out of the corpse pile, then the armor.

He looks much thinner without the armor on, and you can't help but wonder how he moved in it in the first place.
Oh, man. Thanks, man. I 'aven't seen somebody who wasn't dead or about to be eaten in yonks. Anyway, are you the one who put up the defense?
Correct. you slowly mouth out, remaining suspicious.
'aight. Look, I can explain why I woz walkin' along with these zombies. I basically played dead and acted like I was possessed. I used large armor and a hammer cuz they ate all the scouts in the militia for bein' "weak and expendable". So I looked bigger because of the armor n' hammers intimidate well enough so I looked dangerous. I could barely move most days n' I can't swing those hammers for crap.
I'm going to put this guy in safe-keeping for now, if you don't mind. I don't trust this guy at all.
Fair enough, y'all 'ave the right to be suspicious o' me. Heck, I'd be suspicious if me.

Seum takes him to the town jail, and you coordinate everybody to drag the corpses out of town and taking their stuff. Most use hooks for dragging as their death kickstarted some extreme decomposing and the viscera of White can't be healthy.
The wives and older children take the armor and start washing it to clear off the White's stuff and the blood. It's a bit of a thankless job, and most feel queasy at the end of it. Now that the villagers are outfitted with some good equipment, many believe that they can storm the fort.
The defenses have been improved during the washing of the armor, and the rest of the day consisted of the possom-man teaching people to move in armor after his insistence, your approval and heavy guard.
He's not a trained teacher, though, but he gets the job done. The villagers won't break their necks from the extra weight. It's high noon when everything is done, and many villagers go to sleep in order to deal with the next assault without falling over.
You will keep watch, as sleep is for wusses.

You gather up the villagers, and skip the speech in order for them to put together their defense. The defenses are too wide for the soldier's horses, at least, so you'll only have to deal with infantry if it comes to that.
The small army comes closer to the town, with a large ornate cart with some sort of enormous form in front. When they get close enough for you to see it clearly, you find out to your disgust that it's a human.
Sort of. He has purple skin and is fatter then a mortal body should allow. The most notable part about him is the fact that his are glowing yellow light. Well, assuming you can remove your eyes from the man-boobs. He first burps loudly and speaks with a sort of gurgling voice, as if choking on something.

We haven't received our tithe today. We will give you one chance to pay what is due to your lord. Give us the newcomers and you will be... spared.
The creature pulls out a basket of sorts and starts gorging on something while the villagers stare in angered silence. The next things that happens is an arrow finding the fat thing's belly.
He explodes, covering the soldiers around him in pieces of viscera and his stomach contents. None of them seem to mind overmuch, except for the largest guy who predictably uses a hammer. He runs off to go vomit.
After that the soldiers attack. They don't take the defenses well, as pitchforks find them before they finish climbing over. They don't have much in the way of strategy at all, they're just charging forward waving a sword or mace.
The sheer numbers of soldiers overpower the pitch-fork wielding villagers, but they end up funneled in the thin streets so the villagers fight them off without much difficulty.

You climbed on a roof, joining the bow-wielding traveler and jump down on top of hammer-wielding guy. He falls to the ground, and the boots of the charging soldiers do the rest as you back up a bit.
You hold off the soldiers with some difficulty, until suddenly some flasks begin to drop from the roof. Seum is the thrower.
The flasks are filled with whatever he could mix up, it seems. Death-root extract, oil, powder... Wait.
You see him lighting a match, and rush towards the villagers as an explosion rocks the ground. You don't quite make it and fly past the villagers standing at the ends of the alleyway, clubs ready.
The fire remains for quite a while, and the soldiers need to back up a little. You go into gas form, float over the soldiers and rematerialise behind them.  With quick attacks in the back you finish off the rest of the soldiers.
 
The rest of the soldiers just run away now. Absolutely no casualties have happened.
This is way, way too easy. There's probably something trapped here...

The map is not that helpful, as it doesn't mark the cities near it. Still, using some cross-referencing and a river, you manage to find one. It's a day's drive though, and nobody has eaten in a while.
A stop in a small town ended up with shopping. A few hours of it. Gathering up meat, new garments(everybody's been wearing the same thing for days now, It's starting to stink) and some entertainment. Books for TW, comic books for Diane and one of those hairy puffer balls for. She's gonna fiddle with that for hours.
The rest of the day was driving, although taking some time off was nice.

You book a hotel room when you get o the small village. the town, due ot it's calm location, attract tons of tourists during the summer, but right now you can get a room without trouble. Your zombies can drool in the storage places.
The news jumped right on those accusations of mutations, but nobody really believes some random guy who held a lot of guys hostage, and the witnesses to your companions didn't get to speak.
So that went wrong.
Poop.

Sorry for the long delay in this, I plum forgot.

Taking command of the villagers was very easy, and they quickly go to work building a barricade from all sorts of things. Trees block the sides of the village, while a large wagon blocks the main road. Digging a pit will take a long amount of time, but the villagers get to work anyways. Everyone, including the woman and children, is helping and doing their utmost while you gather up a raiding party with the town's lumberjack, Seum and a bow-wielding traveler who decided he wanted to help.
You take Seum away for a bit, and tell him what you intend to do.
Seriously? You can posses people? That's sounds incredible! Also scary.
It is needed that they are in extreme pain or physically weak before it's safe, though.
You are not going to ask what I fear you're going to ask.
Torture will be needed. It's that or I kill the guy and many more villagers die because of a lack of intel. So your choice, one guy who willingly brings dozens to their deaths feels some pain, or an entire town of innocents gets murdered.
Agh.... Fine. But you can do it on your own!
Fine by me.

The next patrol of soldiers went where you predicted they'd be. By the ransacked wagon you left behind.
The bowman takes out the first one, and the lumberjack and Seum easily take down the second. The last one attempts to flee, however. Fortunately, the bowman manages to hit the horse on the leg. It falls down, causing the rider to fall head over heels.
His capture was easy, as his sword-arm was broken. He gets put in the emptied town hall, allowing you to torture him later.

You arrive at high noon, and the villagers got in line for their food again. They get their food, you get yours.
The torture is something special, if you can brag about it. Playing with his broken arm, kicking in the right spots to hurt, but not to bruise...
A tortured soldier comes across with suspicion. If he says he managed to escape the ambush, that'll clear up the suspicion, no?
By the time you are done, he lies broken. Not even crying, just laying face-first on the floor, shaking a little.
You enter his mind, and discover something interesting.
He's dead. There is a minor demon here,in the form of a giant tick, which you squash with ease. Giant ticks are still just ankle-high. This proves to be an interesting problem, though. As soon as you leave this place, the body will fall and you won't be able to return.
Looks like this is a bit more special then just some person who decided it would be funny to become the definition of gluttony.

The fortifications for the town are pretty much ready. The pit is only knee-deep, and the earthen wall is predictably knee-high. But you have enough wall to go around.
The mysterious bowman is on the rooftops. You request for goblin weaponry will take a bit longer, but the villagers can improvise with pitch-forks, axes, broom handles and so on.

You thank your hosts for the use of their equipment, and just as you are about to leave, you find a vending machine. TW just zaps the little things out without damaging the the thing, electing some surprised gasps from the host-ages(heheheheheheheh i made a punny)[kill me]
The police is about to arrive, but you can leave without issue. After that, however, you are put in a bit of a dilemma.
The tv station is in a major town. Namely, the governing city of this state. There's a lot there, supplies, people and most importantly.
Security.
This is going to put you in a potentially lethal situation if you try it. So plan thoroughly.

Also of note, We're about to reach 200 pages.
How did this happen.


Look at the quality of this update. Mmmhmm Certainly tried hard on this one.
Sorry.

You make contact with your cult in a secluded spot. A hole in reality appears, and you see your priestess who looks annoyed. She does a quick arcane gesture of some kind, then pays attention to you.
Salutations, lord. What gives me the honor of this conversation?
Sarcasm is beneath you. I'm here to request resources.
Already?
I need food for some starving locals, to add them to my cult and overthrow the local cannibal.
How do those people always get power? One of the worst chiefs we ever had ate half the tribe before we just made him split open. Everyone knew he was bad, but still we allow-.FOCUS. Send some food to this place for now, they're starving, so get a lot. Also, get some converters ready for the journey to this godsforsaken village.
Taking control through superiour kindness?
Correct.
You smile evilly, as all demons,entities and other god-spawn are suckers for acting like everything is a play or movie, and sever the connection

The food arrives in a few hours. The carts unload and the village stands in shock for a few seconds before a fight erupts. People rushing to get to the food, gathering as  much as they possibly can. People are getting trampled, fistfights are already starting.
As amusing as it is, you need to stop it. You climb atop the carts, and use your booming, deep voice to attempt calm everyone down with a loud
Silence!
Everyone stops, and looks at you.
Here I grant you food, and you squander it with petty squabble while there is enough for all! Is this how you deal with everything!? Wasting energy, time, family for a problem easily solved by fighting among yourself!?
The crowd looks ashamed. Excellent.
Line up, and take your food! Then, I wish to begin what should have happened a long time ago! REVOLUTION!
You hold your fist in the air, and the crowd follows. Chants of "down with Melvin" and other similar ones start appearing.
Now, feed! Feed your families, your neighbors, yourself. Then gather your resolve, and join me for your freedom and life!
You feel sort of cold. This act counts as a "good" one, which does not conform to your nature. You shake it off quickly though as the crowd cheers, and Seum looks impressed from the sidelines. You jump off the cart and wander over to... well, Wander.

Nice speech. You just carried these guys from despair to revolution.
I'm impressed, yeah. But we do need a plan if we're going to assault Melvin. We can't just throw peasants at the problem until it goes away.
Why not?
Casualties?
Oh, right. I suppose that matters.
Boy it's gonna be fun when you finally but heads, innit?

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