15_In Warhammer Fantasy as my ERP Character

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 Current poption:

 910/10.000

 I checked our current poption as I gave birth to the chaos mammoth baby. It was extremely ufortable as my body stretched to its utmost limit. I need to find a female chaos mammoth or someone to exclusively tend to the mammoth. But that is forter. The warherd is almost ready. Just need to wait till the raiding party who dy the enemy army to return. While the number says 910, our effectivebat force is 750 at most. We have 100 nobatant beastwomen, not to mention that our female captives do not contribute to the number. So I assigned 60 beastmen to guard the nobatant. The howdah on the mammoth has also been repaired. Granted it is a crude and hasty repair by the beastmen but it will work for now.

 Before midday the raiding party returned. They deposited their loot, which is mostly just farming tools, to the clearly overworked beastmen weaponsmiths even though their number had been doubled. Their crude forge stayed lit for thest two days. Then Lak approached me. Carrying a halfling, judging by theirrge and hairy feet.

 “Mother, can I keep this human child?” I raised my eyebrow on the question. “Me and Kal are curious about how long a human child takes till big. We don’t see the enemy army breed and add their number like we do.”

 Now that’s fascinating. It is also good that my children are curious and not just filled with wild instinct like all beastmen do. I will tell her that most beastmen are killed as fast as they breed but first,

 “That is not a human child.”

 “I am a human child!” The halfling screamed while Lak looked confused. Then I realized that while I can speak and understandnguages, this does not extend to my beastmen children. Makes sense since mostnguages descend from the daemon’s dark tongue.

 “That is a halfling”

 “What’s a halfling?” “No! I am a baby!” both said at the same time.

 “Some kind of small human.” I oversimplified to Lak who nodded in acknowledgement.

 “No-no! Don’t chop me like the others.” Then he went and hugged my leg. “Please you are a kinddy right? I can be the camp cook. My cooking is great. Even ogres praises my cooking. Please let me cook here and don’t kill me.” He begged and cried on my leg. Beastmen raids are traumatic. I am grateful my new daemon nature made me desensitized.

 “Are you sure?”

 “Yes-yes, I’m certain.”

 “Very well then, Lak, this halfling wants to be our cook. Lead him there then call Kal and Druig. We have to prepare”

 Lak then left and led him away. Then I realized that I forgot to ask the halfling''s name. Well, it can wait.

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 Robadel’s pov (the halfling)

 

 Robadel’s entire life shed into his eyes as the beastmen raided the vige of Stedum. When he was a child he is enraptured by the story of his fifth removed cousin’s uncle from the mother side of the family. He listened to all the details as the uncle recounts his story as a cook to apany of a Tilean mercenary. How he cooks to the ogres, cooks feast for the border princes petty rulers, and his numerous adventures that made him a renowned chef. He found his calling there. Leaving Moot after he trained to cook various dishes and from all avable ingredients from across the empire. He is on his way to Marienburg as they regrly employ Tilean mercenaries. His brief detour north to acquire some exotic ingredient from Laurelorn forest now leads him to this predicament.

 But he guessed he would get his first goal as a chef. But to a beastmen herd. The shock witnessing the beastmen chopping the human bodies starts to subside. But now he realizes that this beastmen herd does not wear clothes. He can see all the beastwomen’s boob around him. Unfortunately thick fur covers their legs. But he can see the horneddy very clearly. He thinks he can get used to this situation as long as no beastmen try to eat him. But this thought dashed as he arrived at his station. Seeing the piled chopped up bodies as the ingredient. He really has his work cut out for him this time.

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 back to Vriel

 

 As Lak returned I received a notification

 

 

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 Trial of Khorne

 Wins the battle without using magic. Strategy allowed but no backstabbing. Usage of magic during the battle will immediately fail this trial

 +20% damage from non-magical attack to her and her herd during the duration of trial.

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 <td style="width:40.2932%;height:24px;text-align:center">Sess reward</td>

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 <li>Keep +10% damage permanently to her and her herd. (Cumtive with reward from Khorne’s next trials)</li>

 <li>aneshi alignment -4%</li>

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 Mutation point +15

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 semi permanent debuff -20% damage from her and her herd.

 y 500 lives inbat to lift the debuff

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 I immediately epted the trial. Then my children gathered to hear my n.

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 Bertrand''s Pov

 

 We marched to fight the golden herd. After elusively hiding, they have made their presence known near the hill beside the vige of Haskamp. No doubt they have already raided too. If the golden herd wants a fight, I will give one. I have also sent a messenger toward Marienburg. But even I don’t know what those knaves will do with the message. Thankfully the Eonir decided to stay and help. Though my men have reported that their countenance is bing more scary each day.

 Soon we reached a clearing. A distance away from the golden herd. We swiftly readied our own formation. My army, mostly infantry at the front, was supported by Eonir infantry. Then the Eonir archers at the back. Fighting on the swamp will be a bitch but my men have handled worse.

 “Is it just me or their herd has more beastmen than before our ambush?” Dagobert voiced one of my worries.

 “Probably another foul sorcery from the daemon or another herd joining them.”

 

 As soon as our formation was ready, the beastmen charged. Twenty winged minotaurs at the very front.

 “I spot no ranged unit” The Eonir captain said curtly. 

 Good, an old fashioned melee. Just the way Ulric likes it. We braced for the minotaur’s charges to connect. But the minotaurs leapt before their charge connected. I along with many others can only watch dumbly as they jumped over us, supported by their wings, andnded on the archers.

 “No, wait!” But toote, the elves more concerned with their kin immediately broke rank and supported the archer. The Eonir captain took leave to support the back.

 “Fuck! Fuck!” The rest of the beastmen are closing in. “Dagobert! Take some men and support the elves. Don’t let them surround us”. The front formation is getting thinner as the rest of the beastmen finally sh against us. Then the stalemate when we ambushed them repeated. Our swords nced from their golden skin while their crude weaponry struggles to do damage against our te armors.

 “Things can’t get worse than this.” But then a chaos war mammoth emerged from beside the hill. Iron barbed wires tied across the mammoth’s overgrown tusks. The daemon on top of its wooden tform.

 “May Sigmar’s balls gag my mouth”

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 Pov back Vriel

 I continue to rain arrows from the howdah. My steelpound bow and arrows pierces their te with every shot. The mammoth charge was fantastic. Breaking their center formation immediately. Though only a few died as their formation spread thin. But it doesn''t matter. Imanded the mammoth. Crushing soldiers with every step. Poor souls are eviscerated by the wire while some are punted away by the mammoth trunk and tusk.

 Everything is just as nned. But then a horn blows across the battlefield. And a notification appears.

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