In Warhammer Fantasy as my ERP Character

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A wooden spear pierced an armored Bestigor from the mouth clean through the skull. The man with wildly growing brown hair and beard pulls out his spear and fought the rest of the beastmen that did not run away after their leader died. Those who run are shot down one by one by a woman with blond hair and blue eyes. The man easily overpowers the rest of the beastmen. Crushing the wrists of the Caprigor that pulls him into a wrestle by his bare hands. The woman wear normal traveling clothes while the man wear mostly leather and fur clothing. The Man then looked up at Middenheim that is raised on a mountain. Unsure whether or not he would like what he see there.

"There is nothing strange about us right?" the man looks at himself and his clothing.

"We are just a husband and wife visiting the city from the village. I’m sure there’s nothing strange about us." The wife assure that it will not be that bad.

"I sure hope not." Both continue their walk leaving Drakwald

"I doubt they can recognize us."

"But I heard they have many wizards." The man looks back to his wife

"Well, just hope they don’t recognize us among the people then."

"What’s our name again?"

"I am Maria and you are Ludwig."

"Right. Do remind me though." The wife let out a short chuckle while covering her mouth.

They left the forest and come to the main road. Many other fleeing towards Middenheim. Or answering the muster call. Quite many men and even barely adult boys carrying their own weapons. A long line on the sloped road up to Middenheim.

"They should keep the name Fauschlag." the man said as he line along with the rest. "Or Ulricsberg on that matter."

"I think Middenheim is nice too. Besides the festival is coming soon."

Within the line of refugees there are a merchant that is loudly complaining about the traffic. Saying that she have to return to Nordland before winter comes. The merchant comes from quite a rich trading company judging by the quality of her carriage and caravan. Some grumbles from the peasantry. Muttering insults under their breaths. The merchant took out her whip. But before she could whip some of the peasant, a passing Knight of the White wolf from the back of the line make her stay her hand. Another knight passing from the direction of Middenheim. This one is from Knights Panther chapter. Followed by a group of soldiers to make sure the crowd doesn’t get rowdy. The wolf and panther knight eyes met. The peasants in between them tries to shrink themselves as the rivalry from the two knights orders are common knowledge. Fortunately they are on different sides of the road with plenty of people in between. So at least another banter that could escalate are avoided. With a huff the merchant pulled her maid. Saying that she is bored and wants some fun. The line of people decided to ignore the shaking of the merchants carriage and the sounds that leaking out

The long line moved forward a bit

"Seems like this will last a while." Said a nun of Shallya, the goddess of healing and mercy.

There are quite a number of them. Arriving to Middenheim to help the refugees. All of them are quite beautiful that many men keep sneaking glances on them. Their robes that concealed their bodies seemingly tempt even more glances. Some unsavory men approach them with grins. Their intention is clear. Ludwig is irked. But before he can move forward, a big hands taps on his shoulder. An absolutely big man, more than 2 meter tall and extremely ripped give a smile. Showing that he got this. The man stood between the nuns and the shady men who balked and decide that it is not worth the trouble. They want to find other easier targets but unwilling to leave the line lest they are shoved aside and must line up to the very back. Had happened before yesterday that it is almost a riot as people pushing each other. Fortunately some of the knights help to maintain the order at the time. The nuns thanked the man.

"Not that bad see. There are still decent people out here." Maria assure Ludwig again.

"We both know that might not be the case."

"Must you always think about the worst things." Ludwig sigh at his wife retort.

"Allright, I will stop complaining now."

"Wonder how your brother is faring."

"Oh, he’s fine. No need to worry about him"

A few rows behind the married couple and the nuns

"You sure this will work out?" A nervous tall female Tilean mercenary ask her captain.

"Quit your whinin. Don’t make me regret accepting you to our ranks"

The tall woman just nod then rechecks her gambeson again. The captain shakes his head. Did he make a mistake? The new recruit is tall and quite skilled when tested. But damn she is a nervous wreck. At least her face and body looks beautiful enough. Enough to compensate her weird accent, manner, and paler complexion than most.. He got his eyes on that massive man few rows in front of him though. Wondering if he can entice him into mercenary work. He looks chivalrous enough by helping those nuns. The captain cackle as he remember he can just speak the old mercenary advertising. Saying that being a knight is practically impossible for the common folk and being a mercenary could help more people this way.

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Facsimile level up

Level 2 -> Level 3

It was at night where I finally entered Middenheim. That traffic is that long. Not to mention the checkpoint at the gate where the guards checks the refugees very thoroughly. Well, that’s the consequence of my own action I guess. But then a notification appears.