In Warhammer Fantasy as my ERP Character 15

15

Current population:

910/10.000

I checked our current population as I gave birth to the chaos mammoth baby. It was extrely uncomfortable as my body stretched to its utmost limit. I need to find a female chaos mammoth or soone to exclusively tend to the mammoth. But that is for later. The warherd is almost ready. Just need to wait till the raiding party who delay the enemy army to return. While the number says 910, our effective combat force is 750 at most. We have 100 noncombatant beastwon, not to ntion that our female captives do not contribute to the number. So I assigned 60 beastn to guard the noncombatant. The howdah on the mammoth has also been repaired. Granted it is a crude and hasty repair by the beastn 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 beastn weaponsmiths even though their number had been doubled. Their crude forge stayed lit for the last two days. Then Lak approached . Carrying a halfling, judging by their large and hairy feet.

“Mother, can I keep this human child?” I raised my eyebrow on the question. “ 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 beastn do. I will tell her that most beastn are killed as fast as they breed but first,

“That is not a human child.”

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

“That is a halfling”

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

“So kind of small human.” I oversimplified to Lak who nodded in acknowledgent.

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

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Robadel’s pov (the halfling)

Robadel’s entire life flashed into his eyes as the beastn raided the village 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 a company of a Tilean rcenary. How he cooks to the ogres, cooks feast for the border princes petty rulers, and his nurous adventures that made him a renowned chef. He found his calling there. Leaving Moot after he trained to cook various dishes and from all available ingredients from across the empire. He is on his way to Marienburg as they regularly employ Tilean rcenaries. His brief detour north to acquire so exotic ingredient from Laurelorn forest now leads him to this predicant.

But he guessed he would get his first goal as a chef. But to a beastn herd. The shock witnessing the beastn chopping the human bodies starts to subside. But now he realizes that this beastn herd does not wear clothes. He can see all the beastwon’s boob around him. Unfortunately thick fur covers their legs. But he can see the horned lady very clearly. He thinks he can get used to this situation as long as no beastn 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 ti.

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back to Valariel

As Lak returned I received a notification

Trial of Khorne

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

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

Success reward

Keep 10% damage permanently to her and her herd. (Cumulative with reward from Khorne’s next trials)

Slaaneshi alignnt -4%

Mutation point 15

Failure consequence

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

Slay 500 lives in combat to lift the debuff

I imdiately accepted the trial. Then my children gathered to hear my plan.

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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 village 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 ssenger toward Marienburg. But even I don’t know what those knaves will do with the ssage. Thankfully the Eonir decided to stay and help. Though my n have reported that their countenance is becoming 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 n have handled worse.

“Is it just or their herd has more beastn 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 beastn charged. Twenty winged minotaurs at the very front.

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

Good, an old fashioned lee. 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, and landed on the archers.

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

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

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

“May Sigmar’s balls gag my mouth”

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Pov back Valariel

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

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

Tzeentch snickering in the distance