Rolled 49 - 20 (1d100 - 20)

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“You will do no such thing.”

You stride into the room, the guards flinching as you emerge from the shadows of the doorway. They grip their weapons with white knuckles, but they do not move any closer to Johann. All eyes in the room are on you, except Johann, who is making himself comfortable by sitting on a particularly sumptuous couch in his muddy uniform, and grinning. You sword is still in your scabbard, but the Baron and his guards can see that you are covered in the blood and giblets of orks and beastmen. Still, the Baron holds his ground.

“What? What are you doing here? Get out! This doesn’t concern you.”

“It does. You will not lay a hand on Johann while I am here.”

The Baron’s face, at first a little pale and covered in grey stubble, turns purple. His hands begin to shake.

“Nonsense! He has disobeyed my direct orders! Abandoned his post! Dereliction of duty! He is to be punished according to the laws of the land! And you will not interfere!”

You resist the urge to relieve him of his head, for now. Instead you stride closer to the Baron, the guards making no move to stop you.

“He has saved an entire village. You will do best to appreciate that. Rescind the order for his arrest. Now.”

“I. Will. Not!”

You draw your sword and point it at the baron, not even bothering to energise it. Not for this pathetic excuse of a man. The baron’s guards gasp but still have not moved. You think you hear Johann chuckle.

“Yes you will.”

Sweat is pouring all over his face, but there is a hardness in his eyes. He is shaking now, and you are not sure if it is with fear or anger. Is he really going to resist you?

Roll 1d100, beat my roll. Bo3.