 Hello, hello, hello, I'm Philip Magnus, back with some more of the Banner Saga 2. Today I'm killing horse people, centaurs or whatever their in-game name is. Honestly, I forget some of these details, I know it's annoying, but I can't help myself. Let's move here a little bit and let's show another inside this she-horse woman. Why do I call her she-horse? Because I'm horse-racist, as you may know if you have seen last episode. If you have not, please go back and watch it. It was a lot of fun, a lot of dialogue, a lot of silly voices were made by yours truly. But you may not miss as much as if you're watching this right now. Why? Because I finally found a way to fix my audio, to use noise reduction and all that. I actually downloaded a bunch of Adobe programs and that has been absolutely fantastic for me. Because honestly, the Adobe set of programs is just wonderful and wondrous and filled with so many options. Yes, options are always good. Let's see, I need a few more stars to break down this hair shield. Good jobs, entire woman. Don't you just love horse people? I know I don't. Why? Many reasons. I think I was bitten by a horse when I was a child. No, actually that didn't happen. I love riding horses. My name, Philip, actually means lover of horses. Oh, God. That was agonizing. Absolutely awful. Well, I have two dead characters right now, but they've got like a baker's dozen, which would say 13. Hey, I love English. So many funny things, so many phrases I love using. I know I should probably break shields, but honestly, I need to kill things, horse people, to be exact. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Those guys are totally trying to kill me, which is understandable since I have killed so many of their friends. Oh, I unlocked an achievement and got some renown for it. Excellent. It's kind of sad though that probably when I replay the game, if I don't unlock those achievements, I probably won't get all that extra renown, which is ever so useful. I think anyway, that that may be the case. Let's see. Let's see. Eight. How much? Let's take some of these guys' shields out. Good job. In general, I decided not to record the entirety of this battle, because it simply would have taken too long. And so I prefer to record just the last few turns. I need another star, bit of movement, and time to murder. Won't manage to kill him right off, but six points of strength damage. I'm happy with it. Honestly, I don't mind as long as blood is pouring into the ground, turning it into mud, into bloody, bloody mud. And yes, I realise that I sound like some sort of psychopath, which accidentally is exactly what I am. Funny, isn't it? Good. Time to end this. A very fine job to one and all, but mostly to this here guy with the gigantic shield. He is the MVP, as kids say nowadays. In other news, Donald Trump has won the presidency. An exciting day for all. And by exciting, I mean to say horrifying for some. Joyous for others, of course. Lots of people unhappy with Hillary Clinton. And those people are very happy right now, which it's okay, I guess. I'm not an American, and my opinion doesn't really seem to have a place in all of this. I have one, of course. Everyone has opinions. Oh God, I must do that. Huh, wait. Well, minus 35, wow. Jesus, that's a lot. Well, well, wartime leadership. Your forces defended the lives of, oh, good. Injured members, plenty of them, Model E, Gunn Yulff, and even Der Drie. Der Drie, let's call it. Huh, sorry. Again, being racist. Equal rights for centaurs, I think not. Just as quick as they tried to flank you. The remaining horse-borne scutter. Only Flucitune smiles. You didn't have to come for us, but I'm glad you did. Roek and Der Drie look excited, but he could be misreading them. The town, the valking's voice throttles you. The dredger destroying it. Everyone who can manage getting to their feet rushes into Lundar. You look at the older destruction around you, the loss of life, and try to find some meaning in it. Even before your breathing slows, an older townsman runs up shouting. Those dark spoons of the depths are destroying everything. Hermes stumbles in front of you. They ruin the homes and the market. The great halls, the only thing still standing, full of the decision makers and those with money. His bits. Let it fall like the rest for all I care. Just take the rest of us with you. We'll save who we can. You told the man. To the great hall. Really? I didn't get to decide? Huh. That's kind of disappointing, if I have to be honest. I was hoping to take on a decision. Alright, a let. I think it's time for you to... I don't know, I had 26 renown. Oh, very well. Let's see. Iver, I think it's your turn to get a promotion. Both of these. Iver is really very useful. Very powerful. A lot of stars. Yeah, let's do this. Another promotion, shall we? Yeah, let's do it. 14-14. Good. Very, very good. And now I can put him in the place of Gunjölf. We should probably also take Odleve and Derdry out. I think we could take this guy and event or rather... Hey, this guy is awesome. Yeah, I think this is what we are going to go with. Unless we've got... Do we have any items we can... Yeah. What does this do actually? Protects from death. Sure, let's protect Skatak or Roik. Roik was very useful last time. Let's protect him. And this, what does this do? Two will, one armor, one string, one will. Let's give it to the puny human. Now as for the rest of them, I have absolutely no clue what they are wearing. Dark two armor per turn, useful. And what about Ivor? Did I just miss him completely? Ah, here he is. Twill and rest. Two will. Much better. I never rest. Never do it. Absolutely never. I don't see the use for it. Another long battle, I suspect. But hey, we have to deal with what we have to deal with. Okay, so I think we are going to send our people and others this way. But how do we do this exactly? 10, 15, 10, 11. This one is actually the most annoying. These two I should be able to take out with the let's quickly, if not painlessly. But this is just not a great map, is it? Yeah, let's go with this. Can we manage this way? No. We're going to go with Ivor, and Roik on the right and with the rest of our characters on the left. That's what strategy feels like, I guess. Because we smart, yo. Even with their guards, the people here were still being slotted. Oh, he's got a nice dress. He's important, I bet. I expect to cutscene with him any moment now. Come on, swing at me. Or not. Hey, another guy with a knox. The last one. This seems painful. Thank you. Thank you very much. I appreciate the sacrifice. Yeah, I think wasting will in order to take this guy's shield off is absolutely worth it. Let's move here. Why did I move that way? Because I'm trying to be disruptive. That's the only reason. Let's see then. This guy's certainly going to take a crack at my armor. Unpleasant, but expected. Now, I can either swing for four, actually four. Yeah, I'm going to take a big fat chunk of health. Sorry, strength out of this dredge. Excellent. And even better. Now, if only I could move a bit further with this guy. He, uh-oh, bad place. Never mind. Never mind. Now, he's in a bit of trouble, honestly. But while the big dredge are busy with either, I'm going to take off the slingers. He just keeps killing himself. I absolutely love it. I won't lie. See, yeah, I completely screwed myself over with this. Never mind. Let's move him here. And now, I think, ouch, whoa. I have a sad list primed for some massive damage. Next turn. But hey, I will make sure that it's not as massive as it could turn out to be. As it could have. Anyway, removing that shoot really won't help. Not at all too much, I'm afraid. Let's see. What can we do here? Kill this guy? Yes, sure. Why not? One less slinger. All the better for me. Yeah, I saw that coming. Let's see then. This guy is going to end himself. I'm fairly certain. So let's take the dredge's gigantic, annoying amount of shields off. Because I, like an absolute idiot, decided to leave a let here, which must be one of the most idiotic mistakes I have done. Okay, I'm going to burn a bit and then I will chop this guy's head off with an axe. Ouch, that was bloody hurtful. Uh oh. And he's down. Yeah, I could have done something to prevent this from happening, but I didn't end up on me completely. Uh oh, that was a nasty. Never mind, though. Time to end this one. And again, I think I placed a let incredibly stupidly, just in such a stupid way. But at least this time I can actually use Mogr and deal some punishment. Should have used a star here and taken a swing to finish this, but it doesn't matter anyway. Finally, Scatic does something other than, of course, standing in the, well, back. Yeah, I wanted to go with a strategic word, but I forgot all the strategy and all the vocabulary. I have so carefully honed throughout the years. Oh, poor me. Hey, for now, not as much as I would have liked, honestly. Okay, I'll take it. What you did there? No, wait, what you did there? The old man says, but his voice cracks. He says how that you good people died in those houses and our food was looted all the well to do, hid with fighters in that great hall. And that's who you saved. The man spits, take them, take those bastards with you when you go or we'll string them up. Royk Derdryu and Scatic suddenly catch the man's attention. His news that these three belong to you. I reckon the people around here would pay good coin to see them gutted. Olive looks flushed, belong to? No. And no one is getting anyone getting anyone. They just helped save your town. Sorry, I don't know why Olive's voice suddenly became so dark and mysterious. Well, my dog bit one of the attackers, too. But I don't let it in my ship. Keep those pets and short leeches. It's all you can do to keep Olive from arguing with the man. She storms off muttering things best not repeated. Yeah, I'm sure my viewers will enjoy that. I wonder how I can find you, but both look as tired as you feel. I am not sure how so many of us made it through that. I never expected to see halls born in my life, let alone fight them. And the dredge seemed desperate. Fighting like us you mean, like they've got nothing left to lose. I wasn't worried. With a great Ingvar on our side, how could we fail? I've a look at you on grumbles. Faces either, you're a legend. Oh, and what are you? See how you enjoyed when you get to Arberang. Let me know how you feel when others act like idiots just to be near you, Senderslayer. You won't be able to relieve yourself without it being an act of the gods. That's disgusting, but that was a funny, very funny either. Or is it Ingvar? I agree. And uncomfortable. It's supposed to be a private moment. How can laughs at the face you make? Well, I doubt anyone in the capital even knows what happened in Borsgart. Jun walks up to your group unexpectedly. Word has a way of traveling faster than any of us. Don't be surprised if the capital knows you are coming. Which reminds me, we should be figuring out what we are doing next. I agree. Unfortunately, all this fighting took a serious toll on the caravan. Lundar, or what's left of it, is defensible and will allow everyone some greatly needed rest. I won't argue with the valker on that front. And I'm in no hurry to enter the old wood. I've heard strange things about that place. I'm sure it will be fine. You're the valker as everyone moves on. She looks less confident than you've ever seen her before. Oh, another chapter. This one next time. See you guys. Thanks for watching. This has been fun. Most fun. Bye.