Trump reaches his decision. Bitter Quip gets to walk.
Quip may be an asshole skating on thin ice, but we rule that his actions, however reckless, were within the bounds of the law. He used his magic to help complete the mission -- stopping the runners from escaping -- so according to the law he cannot be held at fault for the loss of friendly troops.
The Disfavored captain is disappointed, but respects our decision.
From here, there's nothing left to do except head for Tripnettle. The journey passes without incident, but upon arrival we are greeted by a Chorus gang led by a shithead named Fake Limp.
Limp and has crew have already gone one round with the rebels in the area, and got their ass kicked. They're too chickenshit to come with us and try again, but we don't need their help anyway.
The rebels have built a makeshift camp in the center of this meadow, with the entrance on the opposite side of where we came in. We move along the southern edge of the map then head north to the camp's entrance, winning a couple of easy fights along the way.
The captain of the local Vendrien Guard, who goes by the name Pelox Florian, is waiting for us, flanked by a couple of guards.
Trump gives him a chance to surrender, but it's not going to happen that easily.
The option to trick Florian into conspiring with us to assassinate the Voices of Nerat is tempting, but he probably won't go for it unless we spare his troops. The goal of the mission is simply to eliminate the threat, and killing him and his men works just fine for that. He might even surrender to us like Matani did.
Florian charges, and the battle is on.
In addition to the two guards flanking Florian, a couple more enemies drop in behind us. We're surrounded, but there's nothing to be done about it now but put our heads down and fight.
It takes a couple of tries -- again due to poor AI target selection which gives away cheap AOOs at the worst possible time -- but we manage to carry the day. Florian doesn't survive.
A group of Vendrien reinforcements comes in behind us, but they're little cause for concern.
And that's a wrap.
We report the success back to Fake Limp, but for some reason he's furious at us for killing Florian.
Uhhh... maybe I am mistaken but I don't remember Fivehead saying anything about wanting us to capture Florian alive?
Fake Limp actually bucks up at us for a second like he's gonna do something, but then thinks better of it.
Oh well, I guess we'll see what happens. Time to go referee another shouting match between Ashe and Nerat.
But first, we stop by the Scarlet Chorus camp again, since it's right on the way. Last time we completed a mission some new stuff popped up, so maybe it will again.
We'll just head over to the merchant to sell some loot and... WAIT A MINUTE
WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT
Hulking, furry monsters that look like what you'd get if you somehow crossed an orc and a werewolf. And they're just sitting here in camp like a couple of regular ass dudes.
Trump approaches cautiously, and finds them in conversation.
The female is clearly the dominant one.
Just like Barack and Michelle!
Ummm.... hi.
Beast or not, the God Emperor takes shit from no one.
I wager I could take you.
At least she has a sense of humor.
So, uhhh... where ya from?
Wait a goddamn second...
You don't mean...
Oh god...
That's just nasty.
The strong independent Beastwomxn tells us that tribes of Beastfolk used to roam freely among these lands, but then the Tiersmen moved in, stole the land, and took many of them as slaves. Now those who are still free fight alongside the Scarlet Chorus, which is well-suited to their "vicious, cunning, feral" nature.
Again, art imitates life. Right down to the National Geographic titties.
Anyway, there's nothing else new to see here, so we head on back to the Disfavored camp to join the meeting of the Archons. As expected, the pissing match is already well under way.
The best the Chorus could accomplish would be leaving a ramp-shaped pile of corpses propped against the walls for my warriors to use. Their fortifications are not a concern. Even under-staffed, my Earthshakers could breach the masonry in short order.
Another brilliant idea! Cairn's cult is, we're sure, every bit as trustworthy and sane as the late Archon of Stone himself. You did notice the Spire at the center of the citadel... hard to miss it, being only the tallest thing on the horizon and such. Certainly your earth-mages won't do anything stupid like... say... breaking the Spire's foundation. What could possibly go wrong?
Nerat is giving us subliminal green-text messages again too.
(telepathically) We love saying that name 'Cairn' just to watch him squirm. Graven Ashe had so much hair back before he met us.
Speaking of which, we've heard about Cairn and the Earthshakers quite a bit, but never actually met them. Here's what the tooltip says.
What it doesn't mention, but is also important to know, is that Cairn rebelled against Kyros during the Conquest of the Tiers (aka prologue) and so Kyros cast an Edict of Stone to imprison him. The Edict did not kill him immediately, but trapped him in a mass of petrified rock, where he is slowly expiring.
This is a pain point for Ashe, because Cairn and the Earthshakers were / are close allies of his.
I trust them more than I'd trust your circus of rapists, sellswords, and turncoat Tiersmen!
They finally notice we've arrived.
Our operations in Echocall Crossing and Tripnettle Wilderness were successful, why aren't you two marching toward Ascension Hall?
Nothing would please us more than to be done with this wretched valley. Perhaps if we had more support from the Disfavored... and from the Court...
I don't like your tone, jack.
Now that we're all assembled, I want reports. The Scarlet Chorus was going to resolve the oathbreaker presence in the outer valley. What became of that?
Yes... what DID become of that? We should know already, yet we do not. If we are not mistaken, the Fatebinder played a pivotal role in this operation. Fifth Eye, shed light on this baffling question.
The Fatebinder did indeed assist the Chorus... in a fashion. The oathbreakers were cut down, but the Fatebinder's wrath spared none, and Captain Pelox Florian was not taken alive... much to our disappointment. The Fatebinder seems to have applied Disfavored justice to Florian... such a waste.
Motherfucker, if you wanted him alive, you should have said so.
I was asked to lend a warrior's hand and did just that. Be grateful or be silent.
Iron Marshal, I understand we've established a foothold across the Matani. Report.
Securing the Matani was a gruesome affair. An agent of the School of Tides still lives, and the river was turned against us. Despite our losses, the day ended in success at Echocall Crossing, though victory came at great cost.
When it came time to secure the nearby Echocall village, there was a distressing discovery -- the villagers had been stashing iron weaponry, no doubt stolen from our supply lines. Commander Antio wished to burn the village, but the Chorus disagreed, and the Fatebinder backed their claim.
Their leader, Captain Matani Sybil, was bested in combat but taken captive by the Scarlet Chorus. Despite the Disfavored taking the lead on this operation, the Fatebinder felt it necessary to apply Chorus doctrine to the captives.
Et tu Brute? The Chorus actually helped complete the mission, while you fuckers were useless.
A most wise judgment, good Fatebinder! The oathbreaker captain will, no doubt, provide hours of entertainment... and perhaps even some usable information.
He's playing with his rod again.
(telepathically) She has been a most delectable treat, that one. So obstinate, so inarticulate in her flailing defiance... some things are best savored in slow, tantalizing doses. We must thank you once again for delivering her unto us.
Verse is right, dude is a total creeper.
Arguing over this is meaningless -- resolving the Edict matters most of all.
You know these people are crazy when Trump sounds like the voice of reason.
The Fatebinder is right. We argue over trivialities when we should be closing the vise on the oathbreakers. Let us march on the double, the Disfavored will lead the cha--
You mean the Scarlet Chorus should lead the charge! Over two-thirds of your legion remains trapped outside the valley. Only the Chorus can bring to bear the strength and numbers this assault requires!
Nerat's going off the rails, accusing us of playing favorites.
(telepathically) We see how it really is! You're all against us...
Can everyone please calm the fuck down and just focus on the battle plan?
Enough bickering. We are running out of time to take Ascension Hall.
The Fatebinder is right. Our survival is at stake -- all that matters is taking Ascension Hall. Iron Marshal, ready our troops, Fifth Eye, tell your gangs to cover our flanks.
Nerat doesn't like that one bit.
You will do as WE order, you are not to take orders from this addled ponce.
Then the impasse is clear. We both wish for the honor of leading this final assault on the Vendrien Guard. Since Tunon is not here to select the rightful bearer of this honor, we must turn to the Archon's proxy.
Finally.
(telepathically) Now is not the time for compromise. One of us will have the honor of completing this glorious conquest. We know you will choose wisely...
Well, he's not wrong about the compromise part. I seriously doubt there's any way through this that doesn't involve one side winning and the other losing. But what a shit sandwich this turned out to be.
The Disfavored are honorable, but inefficient to the point of near ineptitude. They have gotten their asses kicked by the Vendrien Guard numerous times at this point, but show no signs of improving upon their mistakes.
Then there's the Scarlet Chorus, who are surprisingly competent and almost assuredly the stronger of the two factions. Yet they are in no way trustworthy, either at a leadership level or among the rank and file.
So what's our play? We've been more closely allied with the Disfavored up until now, but if we side against them here I doubt it will matter. Whoever we choose at this juncture will likely be our bedfellow for the foreseeable future, while the other side will become our enemy.