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Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure

Sixty-ninth Entry

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Vote Tallies

Primary Tactics:

A - 1

B - 15 - Hit and Run (60% base chance)

C - 3

Secondary Tactics:

1 - 7

2 - 5

3 - 11 - the power of nature unleashed (+5%)

4 - 6

5 - 3

6 - 8 - cut off the head of the chain of command (+5%)

7 - 9 - shock and awe (+10%)

Hidden Penalty:

The barbarians are much greater in number than our forces (-20%)

Additional Votes

* Urtan/Urta incest scene - 4

* Incestuous foursome with Windtooth, Wauken, Rufus, and Erlend - 4

* Spark goes back into the sex machine, and this time he has sex with himself - 2

* Meet Lysha in Valkyrie City - 2

* Check on Belthin's fate - 2

* Padmini/Wisselfleur/Imogen (adding Lesage if possible) all f/f scene - 2

* Jonna/Skaeth scene - 1

* Lesage starts using a Crown of Morpheus for sexual storage purposes - 1

* Erlend made to wear a chastity device - 1

* Introduce a non-sexual character - 1

* Return of the succubus imp as an active character - 1

Vote Options in Progress

* Shara and Padmini learning flesh magic and non-lethal skills (sex quite likely)

* More Hanaro sex scenes (Rufus and Urtan primarily)

* Rufus bottoms to Windtooth (his father, the Blue Feather alpha male)

* Shara gangbanged (all-female and all-male both suggested)

Author Notes

Military strategy is fun to read about, or it can be. Actually writing it can be a bit harder.

Also, the various primary strategies gave different bonuses to the secondary strategies. Choice B, using hit and run tactics, had the smallest bonuses, while choice C, using magic, had the highest.

Pathfinding Sixty-ninth Entry

The mists were strange things, dread and fey. As dawn began to touch the land, without the sun quite managing to make its way over the high mountains of the treacherous country in which the Valkyries' hidden city lay, the barbarian camp lay in near-peace. They were only a short distance from the long, narrow valley that led to the city of the Valkyries, and though they didn't know it, another day, perhaps two, and they would surely find that path, and the city at its end. Belthin, the terrible sorceress, had turned them down that path originally, had set them with the ambition and the desire to lay claim to the mighty warrior women of the Valkyries. The barbarian hordes saw in these amazon women the opportunity to seize the finest breeding stock imaginable, to take them in chains and lead them off as slaves forever. Their fame would be unending with such prisoners as these, and their gratitude to the Warlord, the one who had sent Belthin among them, would have been equally unending.

Rufus' arrival and subsequent domination of the Valkyries, however, changed all that. Once content to simply wait passively in their stronghold, and to occasionally sally forth, confident in the ultimate defensibility of their hidden city, the Valkyries were now mobilized. With the mists, came the Valkyries, girded for war, their mostly-naked bodies painted in camouflage tones, making them almost impossible to see in the dim light of near-morning and the shade of the mighty forests that surrounded their mountain home. At their head, naked save for his fur robe, was Rufus, Adel by his side, clad in a tight-fitting, earth-toned thong-style loincloth and halter top that, under other circumstances, Rufus would have found fetching enough to distract him.

There were other Valkyries out in the mist, a mist made even thicker and more gloaming that normal with the powers of Ryg, tapping the deep wellsprings of the magic contained in the city of the Valkyries. Urta and Urtan, the gnollish siblings, were working side-by-side with Jutta, working their way to the other side of the barbarian camp. Most importantly, Cassidy was working his way into the camp itself, as silent as the mists that covered his advance, made even more silent than normal thanks to Shara, who accompanied him, her mastery of illusion magic wrapped tightly around them both.

Yellow eyes trained on the camp, Rufus did his best to ignore its size. Right now, all he needed to do was concentrate on winning, whatever the cost might be. Well...hopefully the cost would be a lot less for his side than for his enemy, of course, but...

There! Rufus' ears perked up as a great fire started in the middle of the camp, swiftly rising to a great bonfire, a conflagration that almost matched the dampening effect of the thick mists all around. It was the signal! If he hadn't been specifically watching for them, Rufus might have missed Cassidy and Shara as they raced from the camp, rushing into the underbrush in a hasty dive. As it was, he only caught the faintest blur of their movement, and a glimpse of a fluffy fox's tail, before they were gone, safe and removed from sight.

Cassidy had been sent into the very heart of the enemy camp, not as a spy or a scout, the roles for which he was normally best suited. No, this time he went as an assassin.

Shaggy men and near-men stumbling from their tents, the watchguards dazed and stunned by the sudden burst of fire right in the middle of their secure place, their leaders slain in their tents and unable to guide or direct their people, the barbarians were left utterly exposed. Suddenly, out of the conflagration that was their leaders' pyre, a great image sprang up, shimmering as it was cast off the smoke. It was Belthin! The raven-haired sorceress was shown, not as she had been when she'd been the great driving force behind the barbarian hordes, but as she was now, naked, kneeling, a collar and leash shackling her neck, her head bowed in total submission.

Up until that point, the barbarians had accepted Belthin as a near-divine figure. She'd become the center of a cult of personality, a cult with the Warlord as its supreme deity. Regarded with superstitious awe and dread and reverence, the barbarians had continued their quest for conquest on the basis of her urging and promises, fully expecting all the rewards she said they would merit.

Now, they saw for themselves what had become of their near-goddess. Now they saw what sort of fate awaited those who dared to side with the Warlord.

The wind starting to pick up, Rufus lifted his voice then, letting an eerie howl fill the twilight of near-dawn. The Valkyries all around added their voices to his own, howling like wild beasts in the night, the sound echoing weirdly off the mountains and forests on all sides.

Their eyes wide, the expressions of terror visible on their faces even from the cover of the rocks where Rufus crouched, the barbarians fingered their weapons, tension in everything they did, in every movement, every gesture. They were surrounded and they knew it, their leaders dead, their position untenable, their spiritual leader defiled and humiliated before them all.

They were beaten before the fight even started.

[rolled 44 against 60% - success!]

Path Choices

The choice now is a simple one:

1) Maximize our prisoners and perhaps try to convert the barbarians to our side

Or

2) Drive them back to their own lands, killing enough to make sure they never return

Or

3) Slay them all!