So it was that Alagoth set off for the Nord Coast.
Boobs, lol. (I guess)
He patrolled around for awhile, but could not find any Sea Raiders. He did run into some Tundra Bandits.
Turns out, they're about as bad as Steppe Bandits, but slightly fewer bows, and slightly slower.
Alagoth managed to limp away from that encounter, a little wiser for wear.
Alagoth hauled himself to the Rivacheg tavern to lick his wounds for a few hours.
He bumped into a poor soul looking to make tracks out of town, and Being that she wasn't looking for gold, only a company, she was welcomed into the fold.
In the morning, Alagoth took a brief stroll around the streets, only to find out that there was a Tournament!
Although not as spectacular an event as the last one, Al still placed well enough.
Al reflected over the last few days, and found that he felt he could handle some of the heaviest weapons and armor finally.
He also refined his skill with polearms, and figured out another trick for dealing more damage in melee.
The party once again set out to hunt down a party of Sea Raiders, and again, found himself face to face with some Tundra Bandits.
This time, however, he ran into a smaller group, and the party performed better in combat.
Victory was Had! Loot was Plentiful! All were Armored!
Not long afterwards, before the Party had even gotten into town to sell off old gear, a messenger had run into Al's Party.
Indeed, he had been trying to track him down.
After hearing of his good performance at not one, but two separate tournaments, Sargoth's Lord extended a personal invitation to Alagoth, to come participate in the tournament he was holding.
Turns out, Sargoth's a hell of a place for a new contestant.
Al had his pride thoroughly licked.
Not even one round did he meet his wager of 3 finishing blows, and in most, he managed not even one.
After resting his battered body at the Tavern for a night, Al's party took to the fields and coast again, looking for some Raiders.
Well, he got them. Or more accurately, they got him!
They practically appeared out of nowhere, emerging from a forest near which the party was standing lookout.
Fortunately, they were equal in number to Al's group, and though they were better armored, not a single one could claim better skill.
Al took out several of them, though he once again found the lance troublesome to handle ((Friggin limited couching time, and cool downs between times, and manually activated couching. Ugh, I miss Vanilla.))
But though he was torn ragged, the remnants left after Al called it quits had no chance against the entire rest of the group.
Al cried Havok, and his Dogs of War tore them asunder.
Bloodied by the battle, the group retired back to Sargoth, to rest their wounds.
But now, they had the scent of the Sea, and it wasn't long before they had healed up, cashed in, and headed out.
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More Sea Hunting I assume?
Any issues with the diverging to tournaments I've done?
Any opinions on the flag? :pExpect next session within 24h.
This one got delayed a few hours because grilling.
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Topic: Mound & Blade: Warband (Floris Mod) Brave New World (Read 18509 times)