#vostatek

[fridgrave2-0]

"I don't know what they told her, but she rode behind me obediently. I brought her deep into the woods, and then..."

okay honestly warhorse you didn't have to give a random npc a lore so deep

but god damn i love vostatek so much, my poor guy :(

[lin-sterling]

I love how she's tidying up her clothes while orbiting

[agirlking]

Climbed around in a loft while trying to find Vostatek, jumped out and almost landed on Hans.

[stiwfssr]

In KCD2, I failed to keep Vostatek sober at the wedding and the resulting exchange between he and his wife broke my fuggin heart.

[lordgeneralsix]

gamekeeper vostatek references (all in one)

+ eye detail

+ outfit

+ details

[drthrvn]

btw Adder didn't call Brabant a "frog" but a "frogeater" (żabojad). and yes it is an official slur for Frenchmen in Polish

[kcd-quotes]

(czech dub) “I hear something” while carrying Vostatek

[bohemiaboi]

Huntsman Vostatek’s Lodge

{ Kingdom Come: Deliverance 2 }

[toyboy-molloy]

"I cannot believe we're doing this," Hans hissed, reluctantly holding out the carrot so the hungry ram Ignatius would follow, "just to find your bloody dog!"

"Shut up, will you?" Henry snapped back, indicating the spot beneath the tree, "just drop the carrot here and we'll hide."

"I still don't see why you couldn't have been bait," the nobleman muttered, following Henry to the clearing of trees a short way off.

A little while later, Hans was woken by Henry elbowing him in the ribs. He lifted his head from the blacksmith's shoulder to find him pressing a finger to his lips, pointing out the emerging wolf pack. With a nod, the two drew their swords and raced towards the pack.

They made quick work of the fearsome and aggressive pack, finding Mutt was not amongst them. Hans noted Henry's disappointment but couldn't find the right words to comfort him.

"Come on," Hans began following after Ignatius who was clearly eager to return home after his near death experience, "perhaps the shepherd has an idea."

"Aye," Henry agreed, catching up to his lord. He sighed, "I just hope he's safe."

Hans scoffed, "of course he's safe. He made us do his dirty work."

"I meant Mutt," Henry said with a chuckle, shaking his head. Hans also laughed, playfully shoving him.

"I know."

-

Henry and Hans stared down at the injured drunken gamekeeper then back each other. Each of them were clearly wondering the same thing and Hans immediately shook his head, holding his hands up.

"Don't look at me."

"What?"

"Have you learned nothing?" Hans pointed at Vostatek lying at the bottom of the tree he'd just jumped from, "I do not carry sacks."

Henry stared at him incredulously, "this is a person."

"Yes and what happened the last time I did that?" He haughtily put his hands on his hips to emphasise his point, "we both almost died. Let's go, we can find Mutt without him."

"You can't just leave me," Vostatek looked to Henry pleadingly, "my hideout isn't too far away. I've left Pepik there."

Henry shrugged as if that was the end of the conversation. He effortlessly lifted the drunkard over his shoulder, walking off as he listened to the gamekeeper's drunken ramblings. Groaning, Hans trailed after.

"Pssst," Vostatek whispered behind Henry, trying not to throw up as he was jostled around, "I'm sorry...I caused a lover's tiff..."

Henry rolled his eyes, heading past the anthill towards the beech tree as per instruction, "ha fucking ha."

"What did he say?" Hans asked with a frown. Henry huffed, gritting his teeth.

"Nothing, for fuck's sake."

Hans debated tripping him up but decided against it so he raised a middle finger behind his back. Vostatek giggled.

"You two sound like me and my wife."

Henry and Hans glanced at each other, quickly looking away when their eyes met. Vostatek continued to giggle until they reached his camp.

-

Hans was sick of wolves. But, as he watched Henry happily embrace a very bloody Mutt, he couldn't find it within himself to care all that much. Unfortunately for Hans, he stared a little too fondly for a little too long. Henry was smirking at him whilst simultaneously scratching Mutt behind hte ears.

"You're pleased to see him, too, huh?"

Sure, yes, that was less embarrassing. Hans shrugged, stepping closer, "I suppose he has his uses," he awkwardly patted the excited hound on the top of his head, "it's...good to have you back, Mutt," he quickly stood upright, clearing his throat, "right. Now what? We're going to need coin and new outfits for the wedding-"

He was cut off by Henry grabbing at him and pulling him into a crushing hug. He blinked, slowly bringing his arms up to wrap around Henry in return.

"Thanks for helping me," Henry mumbled into Hans' neck. The nobleman smiled, gently patting Henry on the back.

"Come on," he murmured light-heartedly, "I just fucking complained the whole time."

"Aye but you didn't leave," before Hans could answer, Henry stepped away from him, looking rather sheepish, "sorry. That was probably impertinent of me, right?"

"You're always impertinent," Hans waved his hand dismissively, shaking his head, "besides, what can I do about it now? I can hardly throw you in the stocks."

"For a hug?" Henry laughed, still riding the euphoric high of having finally found Mutt after so long. Perhaps that was why he found himself saying, "it's a good thing I didn't kiss you, then."

Hans nodded slowly; the only word his brain would let him say was, "yes."

Mutt, having decided he could no longer listen to this surrounded by the corpses of slaughtered wolves, barked loud enough to get their attention. Thankfully, it worked and they began frantically talking over each other about finding somewhere to camp.

[shaken-veil]

Hardcore Mode Update Day 1 / All negative perks active

- got through the prologue and divorce phase okay

- bearded Hans and Henry still majestic

- we're back with evil boy

- tried to rob Radovan four Times. Failed three. Ran for life

- managed to equip myself

- got a fuckboy haircut

- stole a horse from Jakesh. Horse is ass. Gonna steal a different one.

- wanted to ride to the nomad camp. Ended up at nebakov mill

- made some coin from bandits, classic

- broke my back at least 15 times while picking herbs

- acquired mutt alright. Tracked down pavlena with him.

- killed jakesh, got branded again. On purpose this time. (Istg I was carrying dead jakesh through town to alert the guards)

- managed bird of prey quest alright. Even tho vostatek puked on me. Thanks for that btw buddy. The anthill next time.

- learning to navigate by landmarks, we'll see how often I get lost.

I love this game.

[fridgrave2-0]

my wife

[lin-sterling]

some Gnarly lore, gnore if you will (oh gno)

love hidden little tidbits like these

in case you don't know, there's an old poacher's den not far from your party's ambush site. if you find it, have a good look around it and grab poacher's bow, you can talk about it with Vostatek and find out this little gem about Gnarly's gnarly past

you can also talk about it with Gnarly afterwards, he'll reveal some more gnore and teach you some shit

[alexcreogd]

In search of Pepik in among the deadly swamps, in the villages, near the pond. Tired, dirty and quite hungry. Did you find him?

P.S. Don't worry Vostatek survived, he only injured his leg and was drunk)

[anythinganythingelse]

After their big breakup in Troskowitz, everything and everyone reminds him of Hans.

Henry really letting himself get roped into shit by every melodramatic blonde man that crosses his path…

I also love that, after Vostatek tells us his best friend Pepik is tied up at camp, we can let the intrusive thoughts win ask if Pepik is another huntsman.

Henry’s interest in bondage confirmed.

[lordgeneralsix]

six's kcd references (all in one)

all refs can be found under my #kcd reference tag

black bartosch

dry devil

erik

fridusch kumel

gamekeeper vostatek

istvan toth

jobst of moravia

john of liechtenstein

katherine

kubyenka

musa of mali

radzig kobyla

rosa ruthard

samuel

sigismund of luxembourg

vauquelin brabant

voyta

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lord of hell (dlc)

[and-i-will-kiss]

I'm of no use. In my road to get into that wedding, I've decided to take odd jobs here and there and one of them was desperately requested by Zlata, the wife of Von Bergrow's Huntsman.

I tracked him until I found the man hanging from a tree, just like a precious fruit for some wolves that madly spun around. They almost made a snack out of me, I'm still stiff as a plank. After 10 or so minutes of struggle, I killed the whole pack, bitten all over. Vostatek was unscathed until he wasn't, injuring himself when he came off the tree. Jolly drunkard he is, enough to forget that he's not in the best shape, pestering me to carry him around looking for a Pepik... Pepik here! Pepik there! And how my shoulder is too pointy? My patience will be pointy enough for this man if we don't get to his refuge as soon as possible!..

So once I dropped the huntsman somewhere safe, and under the coat of the night, I followed his instructions to track the bandits that stole his horse (Pepik strikes me more as a name for a lapdog, not a horse that's supposed to be as dark as the night). I went in the forest, no torch to alight my way, fearing both being seen or breaking my legs along the way. But the poachers shone a light bright enough to help me place myself somewhere safe in the bushes. Four of them, alright. The crossbow is new for me, my hands, still not stable enough, shake with every heartbeat. I'm still scared, for some reason I'm not feeling like myself. I don't think I can go head on with them like when I trekked on the forests of Talmberg. This is another kettle of fish if you ask me; bandits here jump at any flash of coin or metal and they will go straight to the neck like any vicious dog would. So I make a thousand plans in my head, what-ifs and nots, and suddenly one of them separates from the camp. Slowly and holding my breath, I press a bolt on his back from a safe distance, safe enough to run and hide, seeing that the bolt just pierces but doesn't kill. The bandits instantly jump, flashes of fire against the pitch black of the night. I wait and wait until one brave enough comes my way. It's hard. I'm a newborn foal, clumsy and scared. I only hit him on the shoulder hard enough to make him plead mercy. I disarm him, the poor wretch sprints off barefooted.

I repeat the process, I'm feeling the grind. I'm hurt but victorious. But, from the torches running around in circles, I counted four. Two more are in the camp. If I keep going like this I might not see the daylight. This is a bit of a game of attrition, and soon enough, the camp goes dark. This is my chance! Knocking them out and stabbing them right on their sleeping tents. I feel miserable, but a win is a win even if I never gave them a chance, and I don't want to place things on scales now. The horse is there, alright. And one member of the group had some notions of armor, which I pilfer instantly. Although I miss my cuirass, I'm broke and this will be certainly be of help. I pass the night there after raiding the bandits' haul.

During the morning I ride to the huntsman, still lying down, but I'm not completely sure if it's because of his sprained leg or because he's still nursing a hangover from the day before. We ride back to his place and his entire family comes to greet the old man, but it's not a fully welcoming one, especially from his son, from which I detect a grudge and a half, so I decide not to stick my nose from where's not welcome.

Finally after a much needed wash and recalling the advice of a good woman from Troskowitz, I began my trek to the nomads' camp, with the promise of a swordsman that seems to be made of legends. I trail around rocks and forest until I'm there. Tomcat, the man says. I need his help so I can get above this curse that's making my sword hand retreat in fear, so I remain polite. He has been raised by a bear! In a cave! Well, if the Bearman brothers drank beer instead of mothers' milk, who I am to question. He's nonetheless amusing, but very, very optimistic and it's hard not to be charmed by him. He also looks strong, so I became a believer. Master Bernard would have had fun with this man, his technique is impeccable! Of course, I lack everything he has. I'm slow, stiff, doubtful. But he keeps on advising me; he must have seen something. So I'm at it for some hours until I feel myself again and manage to complete the movements he has been trying to drill on me. Then we talk again. He tempts me on the mention of Master Strikes, thing that saved my head many, many times in the past, but can't perform anymore. Seeing this the man beamed - he warned that he won't be teaching this to anyone, only a duel would tell if I'm ready. So we jump in. I play it safe, as I'm starting to believe all his stories of bears and caves and carts rolling on him. I want this but I'm still worried, worried about upsetting him. Worried about not being not good enough for this. After a good chunk of time I manage to best him, not after being on the receiving end thrice. The last hit felt like relief.

I expended the rest of the day getting back to old myself. Tomcat can obviously go beyond that, but I'm exhausted. But at least I can rest here and meet his crowd. Just looking forward for more outrageous tales until the sun comes down.

(Went a little overboard with this one, I died so many times yesterday and I didn't play much because of that. I desperately needed to GIT GUD OR DIE, a feeling I got while playing KCD1... Tomcat is KCD2's Bernard, so I ran to him. I'm still not fully into the new layout, especially the annoying free camera mode, it just breaks my fighting experience, i wish they mapped it to another button, or remove it completely. Surely but steady, can't rush in)