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    442 KB Bloodquest 26- Out of the Long Dark StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/07/10(Mon)20:22 No.10347458  
    You breathe in the stale, static air. The library is quiet, calm, as it has always been, and will ever be.
    You sit back in the strange metal chair. It's not incredibly uncomfortable, but that's alright. Nearby, Ramiel lounges with his back against a wall, wings splayed out behind him.
    You page lazily through the sheets in front of you. Something, something...John Dee...who can be bothered with reading? You sigh, tossing the papers aside, watching bemusedly as they spread across the table.
    "We need to leave," your blood starts up again. "You have to listen to me, Helen...HELEN!"
    You wish it would stop with that god damned racket. Always going on about this or that thing you have to do. What a bossy know-it-all.

    (Archives- http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=bloodquest)
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/07/10(Mon)20:25 No.10347493
    Clara sits on a nearby set of stairs, body slumped over, eyes gazing about slowly. You smile slightly; she almost looks like she could be asleep. But that's silly. Robots can't sleep. How long as she been like that?
    How long have you been like this?
    You try to remember...there were some papers...ah, never mind. It probably isn't important.
    "God DAMN it Helen, you need to get up! You need to move! We need to leave this place!"
    "Ugh, shut up..." you grumble, slouching lower in the chair. The sun casts strange shadows as it enters through the open door and curiously-shaped windows.

    (If you've ever emailed me, I've emailed you. If not, the long and short is my computer was fucked up for the duration of the weekend. Thanks, power surges)
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)20:27 No.10347527
    Dang, I'm still trying to catch up on the archives, at thread sixteen right now. Good stuff so far StonerDM.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)20:28 No.10347539
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    Anyways, We've got legs, we'll get up and use them!
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)20:30 No.10347572
    I caught up in a day bro.

    What's taking you so long?
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)20:31 No.10347587
    Where the fuck is four-arms?
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)20:32 No.10347610
    Real life.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)20:33 No.10347630
    Oh right people have lives.

    Carry on
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/07/10(Mon)20:34 No.10347643
    Andre shambles in, all four arms hanging limply. He sighs from the exertion of walking, sinking to his knees and then to a crawl before coming to rest face-down on the ground.
    "Why are we...something.....can't.....13..." he says. You wave him off. What does any of that even mean?
    "Let's see...if I can get this to work again..." your blood says. You can feel a strange stirring under your skin. Your arms are lifted like they're on puppet strings.
    "Get...UP!" your blood commands. You resist sullenly, but your blood pulls you upwards, trying to force you to your feet. You are unprepared, and tilt forward, smashing your face on the table in front of you.
    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/07/10(Mon)20:34 No.10347656
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    Fuck yeah, Bloodquest.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)20:38 No.10347717
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)20:38 No.10347721
    "Owww... that fuckin' smarts..."

    Perhaps that smack on the face jarred us out of the trance? Or are we going to have to roll for that?
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/07/10(Mon)20:39 No.10347730
    "Urg, you stupid...Garfield!" You snap out of your self-pitying complaints, sitting straight upright. A shroud is lifted from your mind like a veil, though you can feel it circling you like a shark, billowing against your mind like the curtains of an open window.
    "Garfield?" you say, trying to clear your head.
    "Oh thank whatever gods don't want us dead," Garfield breathes a sigh of relief.
    You remember everything now; encountering the alien and horrifying Subject 06, feeling your cares slip away...not a euphoria so much as an apathy. And then...oh no.
    How long have you been here?

    >What do?
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)20:39 No.10347738

    This is all bloodquest stuff?

    Man, i guess i should have been following it, what with all the lovecraft references...
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)20:40 No.10347756
    Check on your superfriend teammates
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/07/10(Mon)20:40 No.10347762
    Yeah, we have some good times. Jump on in, try to pick it up as you go.
    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/07/10(Mon)20:40 No.10347767
    Wake everyone else up.
    >Also, welcome back
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)20:41 No.10347778
    Oh god Bloodquest!!!!!!!

    *jizz in my pants*
    >> Dread 06/07/10(Mon)20:41 No.10347779
    we need to rouse the others, check on every one then try and remember what happened!.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)20:42 No.10347787
    Does Ramiel have the sword? Try to rouse him first and have him go look for it. If he does, wake Clara first, then Rammy, then Andre.
    >> Lowroller 06/07/10(Mon)20:42 No.10347801
    Try and rouse the others
    Oh yeah and FUCK YEAR, BLOODQUEST!
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/07/10(Mon)20:43 No.10347821
    "Ramiel!" you shout. "Ramiel!" elsewhere, you feel the atmosphere changing, like a shift in the wind.
    The angelic man looks up at you, wings flexing slowly.
    "Hrm...?" he says.
    "Get up! All of you, get up! We need to get out of here!"
    Clara slumps back, laying down uncomfortably on the stairs themselves.
    "Not...yet..." she says, covering her eyes.
    Andre drags himself to his hands and knees, moving like a slug.
    "Yes..." he says slowly. "That's what....yes!"
    He rises, clutching his head like he's been on an eight-day bender.

    >Seems you're having some trouble rousing them. What do?
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)20:44 No.10347854
    Hitting yourself on the head seemed to work.

    So hit the others awake? Just not too hard.
    >> Lowroller 06/07/10(Mon)20:45 No.10347864
    Do it physically.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)20:45 No.10347868
    Clara is the most sluggish one, get her up and walking. Then worry about the other two.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)20:46 No.10347892
    Help Andre to his feet, he seems to be the most responsive. As for the other two... maybe we could give them a little singe with our blood? Not real damage but a good jolt of pain. After all, hitting the floor snapped us out of things.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)20:52 No.10347996
    Seconded. Try not to eat too much.
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/07/10(Mon)20:53 No.10348001
    >Physical force if necessary

    "Andre, can you understand me?" He nods slowly.
    "Yes, I...I'm here. I remember trying to will myself to move..."
    "Yeah, we've all been spaced out like this for...well hopefully not for too long. Try to get Ramiel up," you say. He nods, struggling over to the angel.
    You walk over towards Clara, but are stopped by a soreness all over your body. You realize that your flesh has been singed, tender and pink.
    "It's been so long since we've eaten..." Garfield says. "I've...lost control a few times."
    Ignoring the pain you reach Clara, trying to get her to her feet. She's significantly heavier than she looks, but you manage to pivot her forward.
    "No..." she murmurs. "Go 'way..."
    "I'm sorry, Clara," you say, and slap her full in the face.
    She gasps after a few seconds, the sound of the contact still echoing in the vaulted chambers.
    "Ow...Miss Helen, why would..." she trails off, her eyes going wide, then darting around the room like a frightened deer, memories falling into place, systems clearing out whatever foreign clutter has settled over you all.
    "The thing...that thing in there," she says pointing towards one of the hallways. "We need to leave, while we have a chance."
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/07/10(Mon)20:54 No.10348024
    >On a sidenote, it's good to see a fairly full complement of people on here tonight. I have a good feeling.
    >inb4 trolls >_>
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)20:55 No.10348037
    Get everyone up and moving, then gtfo back to the spider babies.
    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/07/10(Mon)20:58 No.10348088
    >Is there any information we need still?
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)20:58 No.10348093
    If you haven't been eating for a while, there's a danger that you might not hold out in time and eat it.
    >> Lowroller 06/07/10(Mon)20:59 No.10348109
    Send everyone else back at least.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)20:59 No.10348112
    I don't think we've learned anything except that only Azathoth can command our slender nemesis, and that seems less than helpful.
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/07/10(Mon)21:00 No.10348138
    You guide Clara away towards the front. Andre has Ramiel against the wall and is shaking him angrily.
    "You cur!" Ramiel says, pushing him away. Andre tumbles and falls on his back. Ramiel advances, drawing the Shard. Abruptly he stops, staring at the sword, a shadow of fear crossing his face. He looks around, then at all of you.
    "Good, you're all up," he says. "We have erred greatly, it seems, in venturing here so casually."

    >I mean, you can stay if you really want to. Maybe you could grab some books off the shelves to try and translate later?
    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/07/10(Mon)21:01 No.10348169
    >Yeah, and grab the 'Nomicon by accident.
    >Wait, is that necessarily a bad thing?
    I'm all for GTFO
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)21:02 No.10348182
    I guess I'm the only one who thinks we could try assaulting 06?
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)21:02 No.10348184
    Get the hell out of there
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)21:03 No.10348201
    Get Ramiel to Prime Shard the Void.

    I mean what's the worst that could happen?
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)21:03 No.10348208
    Sure, why NOT grab some random books??????

    The funny thing would be if we dropped one in upper earth orbit that some astronauts found later.
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/07/10(Mon)21:06 No.10348274
    >I'm hearing GTFO, but I'll allow some extra time for people to support
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)21:08 No.10348324
    Grab some books, then GTFO

    Tangling with 06 is suicide and he's not really doing anything right now
    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/07/10(Mon)21:09 No.10348338
    >I'll support a little bit of time to grab some iron-clad books like Dee described.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)21:09 No.10348346
    Helen fighting 06 would be a bad idea, because we haven't fed in so long. Clara and Andre can't withstand his hypnosis. If Ramiel dropped the Shard at any point he's fucked. We should probably NOT fight 06 in this condition.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)21:17 No.10348503
    I don't want to, but It looks like we gotta get the hell out of here.
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/07/10(Mon)21:17 No.10348510
    Looking around at the shelves, you spot some promising thick tomes. Meanwhile, behind you, you hear a sound like wet, labored breathing, echoing all through the still air around you. Despite being well-lit, the library is an eerie place, and you pile several books onto your arms. None are made of iron plates, but perhaps they can still hold some potent magic or ancient secret that could win the day, if discovered. Books in hand, you motion to the others.
    "Let's go."
    You don't need to tell anyone twice. You descend the stairs, legs feeling like slabs of stone. You turn back to look at the library, spires rising like crooked fingers against the void all around you. Off to the side, you can see the luminous bleeding wound in the sky, Mars, and its two moons.
    Stumbling and trying not to break into a panicked dash, you reach the shores of the lake, still with crystalline drops suspended in air. Looking around with a growing sense of dread, you scan the lakeshore's immaculate dusty beach.
    "Where...where are the spiders?" Clara asks, forcing all your fears into reality.

    Behind you, in the library, there is a low booming tone like the sounding of some ancient battered gong. The ground around you trembles slightly, and you hear the peculiar sound of soft rain as the suspended crystals begin falling back to the lake surface.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)21:19 No.10348553
    Well shit......
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)21:20 No.10348556
    Balls. All hands to battle-stations. Armor up and all our usual pre-fight jazz.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)21:21 No.10348592
    Yeah, at least prepare yourself for battle.
    >> Lowroller 06/07/10(Mon)21:22 No.10348621
    Mhm. Agreed.
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/07/10(Mon)21:25 No.10348661
    Garfield swims over your skin as your armor seals you off from the world. Looking at the library, you can see the shadows within it growing, fighting back the encroaching sunlight, enshrouding the perpetual wispy dawn that hangs over the library, the windows and doors darkening like snuffed candles.

    "Where are the spiders?!" Clara repeats, somewhat more frantic. Her arm snaps open, railgun humming. Though obviously shaken, she moves to stand by you, young-looking face scowling seriously. You hear Andre cocking his weapons.
    That's not all you hear. The gonging sounds again, deep within the library's spacious and acoustically gifted halls. The shadows at the door seem to be trying to grow their way out like vines.
    But that's not all you hear either. An arpeggio, ending in a strange dissonant note, sounds from nearby, though you can see no violin, nor any player.
    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/07/10(Mon)21:26 No.10348685
    >Cue Faux Latin Chanting in 5...4...
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)21:28 No.10348726
    Regarding the spiders, make sure Garfield didn't puppet us around and eat them while we were zonked out for however long.

    Aslo, really wishing our blood was luminous right now.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)21:30 No.10348750
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    I would actually find some faux-latin comforting.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)21:31 No.10348785
    Also, this

    Ask Garfield what happened when you were knocked out
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/07/10(Mon)21:32 No.10348814
    The blackness at the library door begins spilling out, crawling like thick oil across the pristine dusts of this spaceborne rock. Like your hidden and vague memories of the surface of that inky void within the library's vaults, this spreading sea of night reflects no light, giving the appearance of a great spreading mouth devouring and extinguishing the very ground.

    Several more notes are plucked out on that phantom fiddle, before the dissonant, foreign, almost obscene-sounding sawing of some archaic bow begins again. The very air near you seems to shimmer, as though with heat, before opening up abruptly like a tear in paper. The four of you jump back towards the lake that still chimes with the falling crystal droplets.
    Through the tear you see a curtain-like shadow of darkness that bristles with otherworldly colors that seem ready to burst forth at any provocation, the fiddling spilling forth from this ragged maw in space like words from a speaker's lips.
    Like stepping through a door, a haggard-looking man strides out of this gape, fiddle at this shoulder, notes fading away as the gap closes behind him like a curtain.
    He appears to be in his sixties, at least, with a wrinkled face and watery eyes that take you in with a slight nod of his head. Meanwhile the gonging begins again, double-time; you can no longer see the library through the encroaching blackness.
    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/07/10(Mon)21:34 No.10348838
    Wave hello.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)21:35 No.10348856
    This, be polite you bitch
    >> Dread 06/07/10(Mon)21:35 No.10348861
    "who....who are you?"
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)21:36 No.10348867
    "Nice entrance"
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)21:36 No.10348879
    Devil went down to Georgia looking fer a soul to steal.
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/07/10(Mon)21:39 No.10348932
    You are too stupefied by this figure's sudden appearance to do more than wave. He smiles, most of his facial features disappearing into his cavernous wrinkles.
    "Who...who are you?" Ramiel manages to say.
    "Nice entrance," Andre adds. Clara eyes the black slick nervously.

    The aged man draws a line across his throat, then produces a small white calling card. You take it from his trembling calloused fingers, reading it even as this surreal collapse of reality unfolds around you.

    Mr. Eric Zann
    London Philharmonic

    "It's...um...nice to meet you?" you offer.
    He smiles, nodding graciously, but never speaking. He catches the movement out of the corner of his eyes, and turns to see the living bile of hatred spilling out of the library, shaking his head and clucking his tongue softly.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)21:41 No.10348969
    Okay, finally caught up after 4 days of going through the archives. Say hello, ask who he is and what's going on. Be polite.

    inb4 he is #6, and the weird thing from the library is just some guard Nylarathotep put there to stand guard.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)21:41 No.10348972
    Cautiously ask about that shadow thing?
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)21:43 No.10348998
    I think him making that throat motion was his way of telling us he can't speak, so we should stick with yes or no questions.

    Ask if he can help us.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)21:45 No.10349012
    >guard to stand guard

    Well fuck me and my tenuous grasp of grammar.
    >> Alabaster !!ywHX3ZHLgDV 06/07/10(Mon)21:48 No.10349061
    Man, if ever there was a harmless subject other than Science or Knowledge, it's Music. We're totally in the clear. Proceed to 'chat' with Mr. Zann.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)21:48 No.10349071

    Ask yes or no questions about the evil shadow
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/07/10(Mon)21:50 No.10349102
    "Can you...do something about that?" you ask. The man shakes his head sadly, his frail neck barely supporting his aged head.
    "Is there any way you could help us?" you continue, nervously watching the growing shadow. Strands of it seem to be lashing out like whips or fingers, trying to taste the air, to blanket the very medium of existence in lightless dark.
    Eric Zann nods brightly, returning the violin to his shoulder and striking a horrific tone, immediately whirling into a foreign cascading scale. It is grating to your ears, but you can see the air around you start to shimmer. The inky black, meanwhile, has touched the surface of the lake, where it spreads like black powder introduced to a match, the vast shores of the once-beautiful crystalline mirror soon turning to a gobbling maelstrom seeking to devour all light.

    >Roll a d100
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)21:51 No.10349119
    rolled 12 = 12

    Well here goes nothing..........
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)21:52 No.10349134
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    God fucking dammit............
    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/07/10(Mon)21:52 No.10349140
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    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)21:53 No.10349159
    rolled 35 = 35

    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)21:54 No.10349176
    rolled 20 = 20

    I hope this is better....
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)21:54 No.10349191
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/07/10(Mon)21:54 No.10349196

    The screeching of the violin continues unabated, but you stare confused around you.
    What are you doing? This doesn't make any sense. How tiresome, to lug these books. How detestable, this music. How weary your tired limbs. How rude of you, to wake the slumbering dark. You hear similar grumblings from your team members while Zann fiddles on, unmoved.
    "No..." Garfield says.

    >Roll another d100
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)21:55 No.10349206
    >Eric Zann
    >The Music of Eric Zann, by H.P. Lovecraft

    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)21:57 No.10349254
    Slap ourself in the face.
    >> Lowroller 06/07/10(Mon)21:58 No.10349278
    rolled 51 = 51

    Don't worry, that fiddle is our best hope of survival at the moment.

    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/07/10(Mon)21:58 No.10349283
    How? Our spider-taxis are gone.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)21:58 No.10349288
    rolled 12 = 12

    Here goes nothing
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)21:59 No.10349297
    rolled 81 = 81

    I hope this one is at ALL better.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)21:59 No.10349306
    Thank god you rolled before me
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)22:00 No.10349331
    goddamn it, start punching ourselves or get Garfield to.
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/07/10(Mon)22:02 No.10349372
    >Change your name to DecentRoller

    You cling to your fervor, your drive, thinking intensely of Nyarlathotep, of 13, of the many shadows plaguing earth. Now is not the time for rest.
    "NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR REST!" you shout to the others, barely audible over the growing shrieks of the violin. You step back, finding that your feet had wandered towards the library and that simmering pool of liquid hate. Looking upon it, you know that to enter it is to enter oblivion.
    The world around you seems to bubble and distort like film held to a flame. You can hear nothing, save for Zann's hideous music. You can feel nothing, save the tugging upon your flesh like the suckling mouths of a million ticks. Squinting, you can see the world itself tearing apart around you, whorling into an abyss of seething color while Zann stands like a rock in the midst of the chaos, eyes closed, muttering soundless words to himself as he expertly plays the beastly devil-music fueling whatever dire passage you are slipping towards.
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/07/10(Mon)22:04 No.10349403
    >I'm not usually one to toot my own horn, but reading some of these posts, I'm pretty much as "in the zone" as I'm ever going to get, description-wise
    >> Lowroller 06/07/10(Mon)22:04 No.10349412
    I agree.
    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/07/10(Mon)22:04 No.10349423
    >Wicked confused, its all him, right?
    If so, NOM TIME!
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/07/10(Mon)22:05 No.10349433
    >Eat Eric Zann

    >Is this your desired course of action? Y/N
    >> Decentroller 06/07/10(Mon)22:05 No.10349437
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)22:07 No.10349465
    Courage shout
    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/07/10(Mon)22:08 No.10349489
    >the beastly devil-music fueling whatever dire passage you are slipping towards.
    Does this mean he's making safe passage, and everything everywhere is fucked up, or he's the source of the darkness?
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)22:08 No.10349495
    FUCK NO. In the lovecraft story Zann used teh music to keep the demons and the void AWAY from the portal that was his window.
    >> Decentroller 06/07/10(Mon)22:09 No.10349514
    He should be on our side, sort of.
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/07/10(Mon)22:10 No.10349533
    You catch a final glimpse of the nightmare sea, bubbling with impotent rage as you are swirled away as though through the neck of a bottle. You hear the foul gonging of the library's depths reach a fever pitch, before you hear nothing more.

    Amid the swirling patterns and silky abyssal winds you hear the music of Eric Zann (teehee, namedrop) still modulating upon soft low tones, occasionally spiking upwards towards some unseen pitch beyond the ken of human musical theory. Reaching out in the darkness, you can feel the forms of your comrades around you, flitting clouds of color passing betwixt and around you like schools of cosmic fish. You realize that you have not been breathing for some time. Your efforts to fill your lungs with air bear no fruit. A small hand finds yours in the darkness, and the chill grasp of Clara's fingers intertwines with your own. Choking, you stumble to your knees, grasping at the child-construct in a protective embrace, fighting to maintain your consciousness.

    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/07/10(Mon)22:10 No.10349536
    Kay. No eating. Curse my not-having-read-much-Lovecraft.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)22:13 No.10349589
    Definitely N. When 06(or the void, if Zann is 06) got back into our heads, it wanted us to attack Zann, which means we definitely want him to stay healthy.

    Besides, if he's dead it's just us and the void with no way home.
    >> Alabaster !!ywHX3ZHLgDV 06/07/10(Mon)22:15 No.10349627
    >You fall asleep and die on the moon of Mars.

    Best anticlimatic ending ever.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)22:16 No.10349647
    Why do i suddenly have the feeling that Zann was our whole point and purpose for coming here? After all his music drive the demons and void entities out and away.........
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/07/10(Mon)22:16 No.10349650
    >I highly recommend almost everything he ever wrote. Maybe not the poem about niggers.
    >Okay, that too.

    You taste Garfield on your teeth as the swimming void closes in around you, and the volume of Zann's fiddle climbs once more. Points of white light, like a field of stars, begin to perforate the soft and flowing darkness, holes punched in the smothering blanket of your interspatial conveyance.
    As you feel your head about to crack under its own pressure, the holes widen, expanding like irises, each one leading to the same vista. You feel yourself rushing in every direction simultaneously, your brain scrambling to make sense of the hellish pastiche of image and color it sees. You feel your stomach turn over, and you hear yourself retch, before everything spins away for a moment.
    You open your eyes frantically, and almost immediately. You are on your knees, on the earthy Canadian dirt of the airstrip, staring at a puddle of your own bile and acid. Looking around you can see that several of the hangars have collapsed, and one of the planes is in several pieces. Your other companions are strewn about, having exited the abyssal passage quite awkwardly. Clara is next to you, thankfully free from your vertigo-spawned upheaval, and only Zann himself stands, steady as a sailor, calmly tucking his violin under his arm.

    >What do?
    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/07/10(Mon)22:18 No.10349680
    >One of the planes is in several pieces
    Fuuuck. Text Skynet.
    >> Alabaster !!ywHX3ZHLgDV 06/07/10(Mon)22:19 No.10349700
    Once everyone is functional, check the hangers, of particular things to note would be ash-like marks on the wall from our old pal Arkham.
    >> Decentroller 06/07/10(Mon)22:20 No.10349718
    Sweet Jesus!
    Look around for the other members of the team.
    Also, text skynet.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)22:20 No.10349720
    Thank the Zann

    Check on everyone else
    >> Alabaster !!ywHX3ZHLgDV 06/07/10(Mon)22:21 No.10349735
    Oh yes, and introduce ourselves to Mr. Zann
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)22:23 No.10349758
    So how many decades has it been this time?
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)22:27 No.10349831
    ask him if he knows what the fuck is going on.
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/07/10(Mon)22:28 No.10349834
    >Text Skynet
    >Your phone's batteries are unfortunately dead from the untold hours to spent languishing in Caelano

    You stand, brushing the dirt off yourself.
    "Helen Tanner," you introduce yourself extending a hand. Zann's old eyes sparkle as he takes your hand in his own, skillfully weathered, and raises it to his embearded lips, a single courteous peck placed thereupon before he releases your arm, nodding cheerfully.

    "Helen?" you hear distant voices shout. "Is that you??" turning towards the standing buildings, you see Creed, Charlotte, and a large swarm of bees approaching. Creed speeds to embrace Ramiel with one arm, while Andre and Charlotte fall into one another's arms with desperate relief. The cloud of bees lingers awkwardly around the group. Clara dashes off, having spotted Brody standing some distance away.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)22:28 No.10349851
    Introduce ourselves to Mr. Zann. Suggest getting one of those things you can subvocalize into and then it converts that into text on an easily carried computer screen.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)22:29 No.10349860
    >Creed speeds to embrace Ramiel with one arm

    Bromance confirmed
    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/07/10(Mon)22:29 No.10349866
    Any sign of Phil?
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/07/10(Mon)22:34 No.10349943
    Walker stumbles out of one of the standing hangars, looking tired and sore.

    "We got a planeload of supplies from 54 about three days ago," Creed says, handing you a cell phone with an open hand. When you take it, he stops you, placing his other hand on top of yours. "It's....good to see you alive," he says with a small smile.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)22:34 No.10349946
    >Clara dashes off, having spotted Brody
    ClaraxBrody end
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/07/10(Mon)22:40 No.10350077
    >What do?
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)22:41 No.10350105
    ask em if he knows anything about the spiders?
    and where we are?
    and how many freaking days has it been
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)22:42 No.10350114
    Text 54.
    Check for the books you took
    Get food to eat
    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/07/10(Mon)22:42 No.10350120
    First things first, how long have we been gone?
    Next, time to read some evil tomes.
    >> Dread 06/07/10(Mon)22:42 No.10350131
    eat something before you devour a teammate
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)22:43 No.10350157
    Well, we know that only thing that can stop Nylaratotep is Azreal, or whatever that guys name is. The one who's dreaming of the universe. Which is remarkably similar to one of the Hindu gods, Branham, sleeping god who dreams the universe. Though he's generally much more benevolent than any of Lovecraft's creations.

    But I digress. If we're part of a part of the afterimage of his looking bleary-eyed at the Earth, then we're the closest thing that can stop Nylarathotep, and presumably compared to that taking down 13 would be easy. So I say we go for 13, who's causing the most observable damage, and then try to find Arkham/Nylarathotep.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)22:44 No.10350168
    This. And who know what we could become at this rate.....
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/07/10(Mon)22:47 No.10350225
    "I'll be right back..." you say shakily to the group. "And then I need some answers"
    Taking wing, you look swiftly for some form of meal. It takes you about ten minutes, but you get the drop on a pair of moose, crippling them both so that neither can escape, then feeding voraciously. Your eyes nearly roll back in your head as you sate your lust for flesh, body shivering as it seethes all the nourishment from the great beasts.

    When you return to camp, feeling refreshed, if still exhausted, the group is gathered on the open airstrip, talking amongst themselves. They stop to note your return.
    "As I was saying," Creed continues when you have joined the circle. "Only a few hours after you left, 96 dropped the whole charade. Seems the real reason it let you drift off to space was to leave you there to rot. It attacked with a bunch more of it's...brood-whatevers, and this," he gestures to the damage done. "Is what we got away with. Lucky thing," he murmurs, eyeing Charlotte appreciatively.

    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)22:48 No.10350230

    Then see if those books have anything valuable in them and converse with the group. See how long we've been gone, etc.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)22:49 No.10350261
    Man I am so glad you guys listened when some of us said to leave Charlotte behind. BEST PLAN EVAR.
    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/07/10(Mon)22:50 No.10350272
    ... Remind me not to trust Spiders From Beyond the Stars next time.
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/07/10(Mon)22:50 No.10350282
    "That was almost two weeks ago," he concludes, "And from what we've heard, things have only gotten worse out there. 13's broken Vegas down to a level flat of sand, then started digging downwards, there's a crater out there almost a mile deep. God only knows what will happen if she gets some magma to play silly putty with."

    Drifting away from the group, you pick up the tomes you managed to purloin from Caelano. Of the three you got, one seems to be entirely blank, while the others are filled cover to cover with harsh unfamiliar lettering.
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/07/10(Mon)22:52 No.10350319
    "96 fled to space after we drove it off, I guess it had plenty of that nectar, and to spare," Creed says while you puzzle over the books. A shadow approaches behind you, and Eric Zann leans down on his creaking joints to read over your shoulder, tsk-ing with his tongue again.
    "Can you understand a word of this?" you ask him. He shakes his head slowly, shrugging.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)22:53 No.10350338
    Let Garfield try to read them. Also, the blank one may be done with invisible ink or something... any ideas brosephs?
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)22:54 No.10350351
    Hope cellphone has a camera, take picture, send to 54.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)22:55 No.10350388
    Did they actually kill 96? If not, inquire about it's last known location.

    Ask Zann if he knows anything about these books. Acquire pen/paper to facilitate communication with him.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)23:00 No.10350487
    Let Garfield touch the blank book. It may react like the temple in the dreamlands.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)23:01 No.10350495
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    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/07/10(Mon)23:06 No.10350592
    "Garfield, can you read any of this?"
    You extend your blood, letting it extend tiny threads over the faded parchment. It even forms its own letters, overlaying the parchment to try and find similarities.
    "I...I can't read any of this," Garfield proclaims, disappointed.
    "Hrm..." you think to yourself. "Try the blank one."
    Your blood snakes over towards the blank book, pristine sheets coated with red. Almost immediately the blood spans out into intricate lettering, far more complete and skillfully scripted than anything you've seen out of your blood before.
    "Teach me, blood..." you breathe to yourself in wonder. The scripture is of an alien alphabet, but its meaning is clear to you.

    "You whom the Chaos has lain with;
    Here transposed are the dreams of
    Nuclear Creation, with which to invoke
    Prime Chaos, a great torrential unmaking
    Let all your foes taste your flesh as it rains
    Upon them in utter devastation."
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)23:10 No.10350641
    Huh. Sounds like a way to wake up what's his face, what with the end of the universe as he wakes up and all that. Let's save this as a last resort.
    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/07/10(Mon)23:10 No.10350643
    Color me interested.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)23:10 No.10350644
    >"Let all your foes taste your flesh as it rains
    Upon them in utter devastation."

    Well THAT sounds fucking terrible for us.
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/07/10(Mon)23:11 No.10350672
    >Whoa. What the...where did this come from?
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)23:13 No.10350710
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    found a bunch in me comp
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)23:14 No.10350738
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    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)23:14 No.10350741
    No Helen you are the cthulhu
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    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)23:17 No.10350800
    Ask Ramiel to consult the shard about this passage and whether it's as bad as it sounds.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)23:18 No.10350808
    Sounds like an instruction manual for ending fucking everything!
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)23:18 No.10350822
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    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)23:18 No.10350824
    USE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! >:3
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)23:19 No.10350845
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    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)23:19 No.10350847
    Obliterator virus.
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/07/10(Mon)23:19 No.10350852
    "Ramiel," you say. "Take a look at this."
    "I have no idea what is written here," he exclaims upon approaching. You read it to him, and his face grows dark.
    "That sounds...like a last resort, at best," he murmurs. "Nothing about Azathoth is to be trusted as benevolent. That is," he says, gesturing towards you. "Almost nothing."
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)23:20 No.10350868
    While we're doing an image dump. Could someone post the Arkham logo and the pic that started it all way back in the first thread?
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)23:20 No.10350869
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    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)23:21 No.10350882
    I hope there's enough room for all of us in the remaining plane.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)23:21 No.10350895
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    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/07/10(Mon)23:21 No.10350896
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    >This was the pic that inspired the whole quest. I wonder who posted it, and if they're still participating
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)23:22 No.10350903
    Does Ramiel's opinion go for the shard too?
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/07/10(Mon)23:22 No.10350908
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    >This is the Arkham Research logo, if that's what you wanted.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)23:22 No.10350919
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    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)23:23 No.10350927
    Mention the fact that Azathoth's power can end Narly... did I imagine that part?
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)23:24 No.10350939
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    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)23:25 No.10350973
    The pain of death is the joy of rebirth

    Tumbling down, etc.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)23:26 No.10350980
    >Use Azathoth's powers to drive back Narly.
    >Accidentally awaken prime chaos.

    Im strangely ok with this.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)23:26 No.10350992
    It is, thank you.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)23:27 No.10351000
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    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/07/10(Mon)23:27 No.10351006
    "In the library," you explain, "I read that Azathoth's power can unmake Nyarlathotep."
    "And everything else," Ramiel says. "Azathoth is not a gun, it is a bomb. Whatever rite is hidden in these pages, best it be used only if it seems worth sacrificing Earth to destroy your foe."
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)23:28 No.10351026
    13 is the residual power caused by Azathoth looking at something I figured we would get him to stand on a pile of hedrons and let 13 turn him into a inside-out duck.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)23:28 No.10351034
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    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)23:29 No.10351050
    Didn't it say it could make Nyarlathotep obey? I mean, yes it could unmake him too but the former seems more useful.
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    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/07/10(Mon)23:30 No.10351064
    >Where did all these come from?
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)23:30 No.10351068
    and have him around looking for a loop hole to wiggle out with? No thanks.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)23:30 No.10351078
    Better question is who is she?
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/07/10(Mon)23:31 No.10351097
    >The books and accounts you have read and gathered are vague on many accounts. Nyarlahotep obeys Azathoth, and seems committed to his continued slumber. You and 13 are both formed from Azathoth's power, which would suggest, according to what you've learned, that you are capable of causing some real form of damage to him.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)23:31 No.10351102
    Looks like OP picture
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)23:32 No.10351122
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    Just kinda found them on my comp.
    i have a horrid habit of using the downloadthemall firefox add on whenever there's an image dump.
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/07/10(Mon)23:33 No.10351134
    >Yeah, it seems to be the same character we've adopted as Helen's likeness.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)23:33 No.10351135
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    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)23:34 No.10351144
    We need to figure out our next move (no more space libraries). Does the book say anything else or is that it?
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)23:35 No.10351172
    Except Helen doesnt have organs all over, ours is blood. Actually thats not too different now that i think about it.
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/07/10(Mon)23:36 No.10351174
    The rest of the book is, presumably, incantations and recitations for the Song That Ends the Earth.

    >I'm all for some quick planning and then travelling to Vegas. I want this momentum to keep going, we can finish this tonight.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)23:37 No.10351205
    Regroup, rest for a while and make a quick plan.

    Discussing the book in a hangar isn't a good place to do it.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)23:38 No.10351214
    >Get supplies together, find plane.
    >Travel to the craters edge.
    >Examine situation.
    >Form plan of battle.
    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/07/10(Mon)23:39 No.10351230
    Also, we still need to text 54.
    He was keeping tabs on Walters, after all.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)23:40 No.10351256
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    and thats all i can find actually.
    i'm going to try and find sauce.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)23:42 No.10351295
    Wait, Nyarly is dedicated to Azathoth's slumber... and we have the means to wake him? Considering that an Earth where Nyarly and 13 have free reign may as well be, from a human perspective, no Earth at all... I think we have some leverage here.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)23:42 No.10351302
    Right, let's borrow someone's cellphone, Creed for the hell of it if you want someone specific, and text Maksim.

    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)23:44 No.10351353
    OK list what we know!
    >Both 13 and we can lay the hurt on Nyarlahotep.
    >The world thinks we are evil.
    >Insert allies abilities here.
    >13 will be weaker without a meat puppet. (I think the shard had some plan regarding this)
    >We have a book that would let us delete fucking everything.
    >Our blood is sentient.
    >Hedrons attract 13 type creatures.
    >If we fail everyone is fucked.
    >13 has our hat.

    I know I'm missing something here.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)23:44 No.10351358
    Yeah and probably shredding every single piece of humanity you have left and become some cosmic blood god.
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/07/10(Mon)23:45 No.10351366
    "Okay, one night's more of rest, and then we're going to Vegas," you say. The team nods.

    You text 54.
    "What's the situation? Sorry we've been out of the loop. Apparently I can kill 13, maybe even Nyarlathotep. And we have a more surefire method, if we're in the mood to destroy...maybe everything."

    His reply comes swiftly.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)23:45 No.10351373
    BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)23:48 No.10351436
    Do you still have the replacement fedora?
    Also sunglasses you need cool looking sunglasses.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)23:48 No.10351437
    Where is Arkham storing what?
    Where is Nyarlahotep?
    How is Jacob?
    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/07/10(Mon)23:50 No.10351476
    "Yeah, seems to be my way of doing things, disappear for long stretches of time. Anyway, any Arkham Tech we can get our hands on could be helpful. Oh, and remember the lighter you wanted way back when? Never got around to mentioning it, but yeah, quite the trip. Oh, and got any news on, well, my boyfriend?"

    We can just call Jacob ourselves, right?
    Might as well be sure he's okay first though.
    >> Anonymous 06/07/10(Mon)23:52 No.10351513
    we had Skynet keep an eye on him so we would not have to risk calling him.
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/07/10(Mon)23:52 No.10351537
    "Yeah, seems to be my way of doing things. Anyway, any Arkham Tech we can get our hands on could be helpful. Oh, and remember the lighter you wanted way back when? Never got around to mentioning it, but yeah, quite the trip. Oh, and got any news on, well, my boyfriend?"


    You're lacking in shades, but you're on like your 2nd or 3rd replacement hat.
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/07/10(Mon)23:58 No.10351638
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)00:00 No.10351676
    what was our plan before we left for spacecamp?
    Rammy and us in the air, Clara and Brody at range and everyone else as a ground crew. right?
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)00:04 No.10351729
    OK we'll need transport perferably by air towards 13 tomorrow morning.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)00:06 No.10351767
    Well damn. No artifacts. We can't really get side tracked with artifact collectan, so I think we should grab some M4s or something
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/08/10(Tue)00:11 No.10351851
    You set up for Wade to get you another military plane, with weapons, and to be ready with air support if necessary.
    With the help of Creed and a dutiful Clara, the 10 of you find yourselves around a roaring fire that evening. Conversation seems slow in coming, everyone absorbed in their own thoughts. Clara, Creed, Brody, and Zann seem enraptured by the flickering flames, while Charlotte and Andre are in low conversation, Walker and Ramiel stare off into the shadowy evening, and Charles keeps his distance from the flames.

    >Probably last chance-ish for any chit-chat. Anyone you'd like to talk to?
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)00:13 No.10351892
    Oh before I forget ask if he knows how to repair Clara even if we can't do it before the showdown it would be nice to know.
    and make certain Clara is OK for the battle she's had a hard few weeks.
    Ask Mr. Zann if he will help us in the fight.
    Then go to bed and prepare to kick some ass tomorrow.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)00:15 No.10351910
    Inspiring Bard-like speech, give everyone +1 morale bonus to hit and damage.

    Y'know, the kind that you say before the possible end of world type stuff.
    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/08/10(Tue)00:17 No.10351940
    Make sure Clara's fine after all the crazy space shit.
    See that Zann's been informed about the whole situation, and I guess he's in on it with us.
    Talk to Walker about fighting 96.
    See if things between Ramiel and the Shard are any better, if he feels he's proven himself.
    See how Creed is holding up.
    Coyly investigate how well Andre and Charlotte know each other.
    Uh... talk to Charles about... okay, no idea there.
    Oh, and reintroduce ourselves to Brody.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)00:17 No.10351941
    Side convo with Clara and then manly inspiring speech pulled from arse
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)00:17 No.10351946
    save the speech for just before the fight right at the heart of overwhelming despair and darkness
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)00:18 No.10351963
    Talk to Clara.
    "Clara, I don't want to scare you, but I've got a bad feeling about how I'm going to come out of this. I just want you to know that I trust you, and that's why... if we win and I don't make it, I want you to try to keep the team together. There will still be loose, dangerous subjects and artifacts, and you guys could do a lot of good without me. Get in touch with Jacob Walters in Chicago, he can probably help you.

    I know it's a lot to ask but... Someone's going to have to pick up where I fall."
    >> Alabaster !!ywHX3ZHLgDV 06/08/10(Tue)00:20 No.10351995
    Always start epic speech with "I'm not one for fancy speeches..."

    It works all of the time, 50% of the time.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)00:22 No.10352030
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    Pretty much what we're facing
    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/08/10(Tue)00:23 No.10352043
    The real question is, is he the final boss, or the miniboss?
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/08/10(Tue)00:24 No.10352077
    >I'll be back soon

    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/08/10(Tue)00:25 No.10352103
    >Munchies, more weed, or mystery?
    All the more time to draw up battle plans then.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)00:26 No.10352106
    That is a very good question.

    Also hobo end
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)00:44 No.10352401
    I'm thinking Clara sniping as a distraction while everyone else come from all sides including from above and we overwhelm her with too much force to respond to easily.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)00:44 No.10352409
    bumpan for waiting for stonerdude
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)00:47 No.10352467
    of course we try to keep her on us because we are the most likely to be able to stand against her.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)00:49 No.10352510
    If we had that artifact that attracted her to us then it wouldn't be a problem.
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/08/10(Tue)00:51 No.10352537
    "Clara," you say, sitting near the girl. She looks up cheerfully as you approach, and you are startled by the milestones and tribulations showing in her youthful eyes.
    "Clara, I don't want to scare you, but I've got a bad feeling about how I'm going to come out of this. I just want you to know that I trust you, and that's why... if we win and I don't make it, I want you to try to keep the team together. There will still be loose, dangerous subjects and artifacts, and you guys could do a lot of good without me. Get in touch with Jacob Walters in Chicago, he can probably help you."
    Clara nods slowly, biting her lip. You put an arm around her, drawing her close to you.
    "I know it's a lot to ask but... Someone's going to have to pick up where I fall."
    She smiles a sad smile, and you marvel inwardly at how humanly she erects emotional barriers to protect herself.
    "Thank you...for trusting me," she says softly, staring at the fire.

    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)00:51 No.10352540
    we don't (unless we run into the big N and he has one) but it's still easy just hit her harder than everyone else.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)00:58 No.10352653
    I know, I'm just saying *if* we had it.

    Maybe the fact that we're sorta related might do it.
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/08/10(Tue)00:59 No.10352669
    "Zann, are you...aware of what's going on?" you say, moving to the old man. Eric nods sternly.
    "And...we can count on you? For help?"
    He shakes his bow and fiddle at you meaningfully, patting you encouragingly on one shoulder.

    "Ramiel," you say, slipping next to the angel at the edge of the fire's light.
    "Helen," he says plainly without looking.
    "How's the Shard? You two still a team?"
    "The Shard has, somewhat reluctantly, accepted me as its primary bearer. It seems nervous about tomorrow, especially when I informed it of your Azathothan ritual."
    "Don't worry," you say. "Hopefully there won't be any need for that." You try very hard to convince yourself.

    Andre and Charlotte have their heads together, close to the fire, exchanging plaintive murmurs. You catch Andre's eye, and he gives you a nod and a grin, before turning his attentions back to the frenchwoman, their faces mere inches apart.

    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)01:00 No.10352676
    birds of a feather violently attempt to destroy one another.
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/08/10(Tue)01:03 No.10352721
    "How was 96?" you ask Walker as you approach. He grunts.
    "Big trash-talking piece of shit, when I could understand what the hell it was saying," he growls, cracking his knuckles. "I gave it a good whack or two, but...I mean really, it was the size of a damn house. Squashed a good number of its filthy little kids though," he smiles, making a stomping motion with his booted foot. You wonder where the hell he shops for shoes that fit.

    "Brody," you say, passing by the soldier. "How're you holding up."
    "Very well, ma'am. Er, that is," he says, flipping through cards. "Yes. Ma'am." he smiles, giving a sharp salute.
    "Good to hear."

    "Everyone," you say softly, stepping back to the fire.
    The voices speaking lowly die down, until you can see the faces of your comrades fixed upon you, silent but for the crackling logs of the fire.

    >Epic speech tiems. Did you guys have some words, or you want me to just wing it?
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)01:05 No.10352753
    I'm not one for fancy speeches, but I feel I need to say something here. What we are about to do is likely to kill all of us. Some of us might not come back from this, but regardless of who dies, who lives, who keeps their sanity, and who loses themselves, we must win. We will win. What we are fighting does what it does for reasons of no importance. If this planet is gone what do they lose? A plaything, a speck of dust? If we lose, we lose this miserable dirtball we call home, the only one we got. And if I die fighting I'm at least die knowing that everyone else lives on.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)01:05 No.10352767
    Take it away Stonerdude
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)01:07 No.10352800

    Look to each in turn, recalling memories and the wild adventure.

    "As our defacto leader, remember this: Tomorrow, we fight for the life of this planet. Our planet. Perhaps a place we can settle into permanently, and create a new home. We fight a terrible being largely beyond comprehension, and we're not well-regarded. Time and space itself may buckle during this fight. But remember!"


    "Chrono proved that if you hit an elder god enough times it falls down. Also that it's actually a turnip. Uh. I'm getting distracted. First, we need to write up a plan, then get some sleep for tomorrow."
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)01:09 No.10352831
    I can't write anything because of too much Gurren Lagann on the brain.
    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/08/10(Tue)01:10 No.10352845
    "They thought they could lock us up.
    We're 'dangerous'. It was for the 'greater good'
    Well, now we're the only thing between them and complete annihilation.
    Whether you're here for glory, or freedom, or fun, or just because you think its right, out of a sense of duty, or just for your own survival, the important thing...
    Is that its time to kick some ass."
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)01:12 No.10352881
    Some how combine all of these together
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)01:12 No.10352889
    We all ready to kick some ass?
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/08/10(Tue)01:13 No.10352901
    I'm not one for fancy speeches," you begin, stooping near the fire, looking from one pair of eyes to the next, "but I feel I need to say something here. What we are about to do is likely to kill all of us. Some of us might not come back from this, but regardless of who dies, who lives, who keeps their sanity, and who loses themselves, we must win." You pound a fist against a palm for emphasis. "We will win. What we are fighting does what it does for reasons of no importance. If this planet is gone what do they lose? A plaything, a speck of dust? If we lose," you continue, scooping up a handful of dark Canadian soil and letting it drizzle away into the consuming flames, "We lose this miserable dirtball we call home, the only one we got. And if I die fighting I'm at least die knowing that everyone else lives on."
    "I did not ask to lead," you say, spreading your arms and casting your gaze about once again. "But as the one who leads you I say tomorrow we fight. For this planet. For OUR planet. Time and space itself may buckle during this fight. But remember!"
    You pause; it seems the eyes of the world are upon you.
    "Whether you're here for glory, or freedom, or fun, or just because you think its right, out of a sense of duty, or just for your own survival, the important thing...
    Is that its time to kick some ass."
    >> Boku !Desu/5iB1Y 06/08/10(Tue)01:14 No.10352929
    Not too late to join in the fun, is it? I just got back from the Kansas, Foreigner, and Styx concert in Atlanta. Gimmie a sec to catch up.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)01:15 No.10352939

    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)01:17 No.10352977
    We are not an army. An army is a group of people who come together for their own reasons to die for someone else's. What we are is a bunch of freaks who spent most of our lives locked up with needles in our arms and tubes up our noses so that some asshole could fuck things up so bad that only the freaks could fix it, and unlike an army, we have only one reason to fight. We're going to save the one thing that all beings love... being. When we go out there tomorrow, we will fight for all that is and ever was and ever may be. What better cause? How could any sacrifice be more noble?

    We were born freaks, we will live for a few brief moments as legends.
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/08/10(Tue)01:18 No.10352993
    >I like this...let's say this was woven in there somewhere >_>
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)01:19 No.10353014
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)01:21 No.10353031
    cut to next morning? everyone suiting up for battle in relative silence as we wait for the plane?
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/08/10(Tue)01:22 No.10353055
    You thrust your fist over the flames, and the others stand to join you. The heat laps at your arms, but you stand fast, and bump the shit out of those knucks.

    You awake in the early morning to the arrival of a plane on the small runway. Assault rifles are there a-plenty, and another anti-materials rifle for Clara. Included is a sealed metal box bearing the Arkham logo. Opening it reveals the shifting sides of a hedron, along with a handwritten note.

    "I heard you were still alive, and that 54 was gathering supplies for you, so I made sure this found its way on board. Make sure you don't cost me my job for nothing. I'll be waiting for you
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)01:25 No.10353102
    Offtopic: Listening to Libra me from hell while reading this made it 100% more awesome.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)01:25 No.10353114
    Awww, how sweet for thinking of us.... Lets kick some ass now!
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)01:26 No.10353132
    keep the hedron with us we'll be the lure

    or drop it some where close by but better for us tactically than the crater
    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/08/10(Tue)01:26 No.10353139
    That could come in handy.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)01:27 No.10353142
    Btw stoner, when there's time I'd love to hear what speech you would've had Helen make.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)01:29 No.10353191
    or slip it in N's pocket if we get the chance.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)01:31 No.10353229
    Everyone load up, get in, and let's get going!
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/08/10(Tue)01:37 No.10353346
    The Nevada sun is harsh, beating down on the crater like a pupil of a fiery eye. The jets land near the edge of the crater, and your ragtag group bunkers down on the edge of the smooth face.
    As promised, absolutely nothing of Las Vegas remains but dust on the wind. Far, far down the fairly shallow grade of the crater, you can see the black speck that represents Subject 13.
    "Alright," Walker says. "What's the plan, before I just start on down there."
    >> Boku !Desu/5iB1Y 06/08/10(Tue)01:38 No.10353375
    Is sniping her out of the question?
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)01:41 No.10353406
    Clara, Creed(Can probably do melee) and Brody for ranged/sniper support

    Andre, Walker, Us, Ramiel and BEEEEESSS for melee
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)01:41 No.10353409
    I'm going to try to keep it's attention while you and Ramiel hit at close range, Charlotte, Creed, and Andre hit it from mid-range, and Brody and Clara hit it from further out. Basically we are throwing everything at it.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)01:42 No.10353440
    We can definitely hit her from there, but we aren't trying to kill her, because we can't. As i understand it the plan is to completely destroy 13's body so that the entity inside her will no longer be anchored to our plane and lose it's ability to influence it.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)01:43 No.10353458
    Keep the girlie off-balanced and distracted. Don't attack all at once; hit one, then the next, then the next. You want to keep her focus off any one person but prevent her from using blanket attacks or nukes.

    Work in groups of two when attacking.
    >> Boku !Desu/5iB1Y 06/08/10(Tue)01:44 No.10353468
    Could we use the hedron to lure her somewhere?
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)01:44 No.10353474
    Yeah, we don't want AOE attacks hitting everyone.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)01:45 No.10353502
    The hedron will probably focus her on us, which is what the majority consensus wants. That and the fact that we're kinda related.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)01:46 No.10353521
    "we need to hit her from as many angles as possible if only as a means of confusion. I figure we surround her as best we can and go all at once. Rammy can fly over and hit her farside, I'll hit her from above. Stay at you max effective range the closer you get to her the... stranger, things get. I'll keep the hedron on me hopefully that she will go after me the most.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)01:47 No.10353527

    ...Wait, does that mean having sex with subject 13 means we're doing incest?
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)01:48 No.10353556
    power source wise.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)01:49 No.10353567
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)01:50 No.10353586
    It's more like we'd both be getting sloppy seconds off of Azathoth.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)01:53 No.10353638
    Wolf pack tactics, I like it.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)01:53 No.10353660
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)01:54 No.10353672
    Then we do this?
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/08/10(Tue)01:56 No.10353699
    >Um...yeah, whatever, I'm not touching that one.

    "Ramiel, you're with me." you say. "We hit them from the air.
    "Clara, Brody, you're back here, long range." Clara nods and hefts her rifle.
    "Creed, Andre, Charlotte, you're mid-range, pepper her with fire, keep her distracted. If you get a chance, Creed, try to burn something important off." Creed nods, cocking an M4 and grinning.
    "Charles, Walker, you guys are up-close and personal. Hit her hard, and then back the fuck off before you get unmade.
    "Zann...do...do what you do, man." Zann smiles gleefully, clasping your hands and nodding his aged head.
    "Helen..." Garfield says as your blood armours around you, and your wings unfurl like sanguine banners behind which your comrades rally. "We're going to make it right?"
    "No promises," you say grimly. "But it's going to be one hell of a fight."

    >Y'all ready for this shit? Start rolling dice, and I'll start stringing together some combat. Throw in some tactics as you get ideas.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)01:57 No.10353723
    hit her in pairs from as many directions as possible constantly not letting her have time to focus on one person? combine it with holding the hedron to make ourselves the prime target and it's all good.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)01:57 No.10353730
    rolled 41 = 41

    Aim for the brain, then cremate her while she is busy recovering.
    >> Boku !Desu/5iB1Y 06/08/10(Tue)01:57 No.10353732
    rolled 54 = 54

    Here goes nothing. Let's shoot massive ammounts of boiling blood at her. At least it will be a distraction.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)01:58 No.10353740
    I think with the caveat that we keep Brody and Clara long range for constant sniper fire. Possibly have Charlotte there too. If nothing else, they'll get the job done slowly while we distract them.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)01:58 No.10353755
    rolled 47 = 47

    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)01:59 No.10353769
    rolled 63 = 63

    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:00 No.10353782
    We have to charge in with an epic battlecry. I'm voting for "THAT'S MY FUCKING HAT!"
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:00 No.10353783
    rolled 36 = 36

    Derp, derp everywhere
    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/08/10(Tue)02:00 No.10353784
    rolled 64 = 64

    Tactic: Flying strafing run, firing bloodlances.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:00 No.10353800
    rolled 23 = 23

    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:02 No.10353828
    rolled 97 = 97

    Since Garfield seems to be able to melt her, elder god or not, let's try to destroy the rest of 13's physical form.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:02 No.10353835
    You... bitch...
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:03 No.10353836
    >dice 1d00
    Nice try racacoon!
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:03 No.10353837
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    You doomed us all
    >> Boku !Desu/5iB1Y 06/08/10(Tue)02:03 No.10353839
    Precog: Success!
    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/08/10(Tue)02:03 No.10353842
    rolled 29 = 29

    You might've.
    If not for that.

    Moar Dice!
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:03 No.10353847
    faux hundred, do not count
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:03 No.10353853
    Oh thank god I rolled the wrong die! Going to delete that post.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:03 No.10353857
    FORCED 1 DETECTED. Check the email field.
    >> Boku !Desu/5iB1Y 06/08/10(Tue)02:04 No.10353866
    rolled 41 = 41

    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:04 No.10353867
    First time in Bloodquest, and first roll. Feels good.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:05 No.10353878
    rolled 85 = 85

    Tear her up with searing hot blood-hooks.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:05 No.10353879
    we got 10 rolls every one stop!
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:05 No.10353885
    rolled 76 = 76

    in b4 1
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/08/10(Tue)02:07 No.10353922
    >Stop rolling, I'm trying to correlate all the epic
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/08/10(Tue)02:10 No.10353970
    >Don't forget, Charlotte proximity bonuses for everyone!

    You and Ramiel both take to the air, soaring lazily over the crater's relatively gentle slope. As you draw nearer the center, you can see 13, floating gently over the ground at the bottom of the slope. Whorls of dust orbit around her like asteroid belts. Askance on her reformed head is a very stylish, if slightly worn, fedora.
    "THAT'S MY FUCKING HAT!!!" you shout, enraged. Strafing the floating corpse from above, you see your comrade moving into place as you fire off several boiling projectiles. The first strikes 13 squarely in the chest, startling it out of whatever reverie there was. As its flesh begins to sizzle, a fully-formed Bellagio casino erupts from the sand at a crazy angle, obscuring your path.
    You and Ramiel both bank sharply, your path taking you away from the casino, which begins to slide down the crater without a proper foundation. Your path takes you within melee range of 13. You feel the hedron jittering on your back, the Arkham box tied on before the battle began.
    Ramiel lashes out with the Shard as you make a daring close pass, and 13's arm is severed. "Helen, quickly!" he shouts, as it begins to rain glass beads.
    A whip snags the severed arm, which is quickly engulfed and incinerated. You and Ramiel both beam your success as you fly away, out of the cloud of pelting glass. Behind you, the Bellagio collapses around 13, turning into a massive cloud of white doves which obscure the scene.
    You hear the devastating report of Clara's rifle, and a wave of red mist penetrates the cloud of birds. 13 herself appears untouched, and vibrates in place, the sand beneath it forming a mirror of glass.

    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:14 No.10354037
    >Askance on her reformed head is a very stylish, if slightly worn, fedora.

    That fucking bitch! I mean, what are the chances that that would stay on without intentionally making an effort to keep it? She went underwater for god's sake! Clearly this is her taunting us.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:16 No.10354087
    I have never smashed f5 so hard in my life
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/08/10(Tue)02:18 No.10354119
    "C'mere, you!" 88 bellows as he half-bounds, half-avalanches down the sandy slope, plowing into 13 and driving her to the ground. His beefy, bony hands clasp around the girl's head, twisted face roaring his fury to the sky as he crushes bones to splinters and brains to paste.
    88's trumpeting is cut short by the appearance of several wire-thin spikes through his chest, stumbling back in shock as his torso is perforated by long slender strips of metal wire. Blood drips sideways off the back of the wires, staining the sand a dark red behind him.
    "Fuckin'...bitch..." he chokes.
    13 turns slowly in place as the mammoth horde of bees, hornets, and wasps plows into her. Her limbs jerk and dangle as she twitches like a hanged man, but Charles' assault serves only to give Walker time to get away.
    The bees scatter, and the rifle is heard again. This time an enormous chunk, the majority of 13's remaining head, disappears as the incendiary round finds its mark, eating away at the neck and torso as well. The air around you all shivers, an Eiffel Tower bursting from the sand as you and Ramiel weave you way in for another aerial pass
    Your hooked whip finds its mark, jerking 13 sideways by her left leg. Ramiel swoops in, lopping the leg free for you to incinerate. Everything seems to be going fairly well, though 88 has sunk to his knees, delicate glass flowers blooming along the stalks of metal puncturing his flesh and bone.

    >I'm all out of dice. I require further dicing.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:19 No.10354145
    rolled 34 = 34

    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:20 No.10354149
    rolled 57 = 57

    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:20 No.10354167
    rolled 50 = 50

    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/08/10(Tue)02:20 No.10354170
    rolled 44 = 44

    'ere goes nuffin.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:21 No.10354184
    rolled 59 = 59

    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:21 No.10354197
    rolled 22 = 22

    A barrage of bloodspears.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:22 No.10354214
    rolled 97 = 97

    Significantly weaker rolls this time...
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:23 No.10354221
    HAHA! Nevermind.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:23 No.10354222
    rolled 59 = 59

    Listening to White Summer/Black Mountain Side on repeat this is balls to walls fantastic.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:24 No.10354245
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    rolled 70 = 70

    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:25 No.10354263
    rolled 100 = 100

    Blood for the Blood God!
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:26 No.10354266
    rolled 95 = 95

    Fuck yea!
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:26 No.10354276
    OMG! I am awesome!
    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/08/10(Tue)02:26 No.10354277
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:26 No.10354282
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    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/08/10(Tue)02:28 No.10354298
    >StonerDM's personal soundtrack for the moment

    As Ramiel makes his pass, 13's spinal cord abruptly grows out of the stump of it's neck, coiling out like a snake, slashing open the angel's back and shearing off the very tips of his wings. With a cry, he tumbles to the earth, colliding painfully with the gritty sand.
    "RAMIEEEEL!" comes Creed's cry, leaping towards 13. He hits the slope and begins sliding evenly down the powdered sand, two extra sets of flaming limbs bursting from his torso. Engulfed in flame, he shouts wordlessly, streams of searing fire licking at 13, who dodges slowly and awkwardly.
    From a flanking position, Andre fires twin assault rifles, unbleeding holes punching through 13's necrotic flesh.
    "Keep up the pressure!" he shouts.
    13 raises its remaining arm, and a towering tree of glass grows around it, constructed out of shards seemingly pulled from the air, snapping together in a heartbeat to form a perfectly clear tree, complete with crystal fruits that chime in the mostly-still air. The two sides regard one another for a moment of stillness, the fedora lying inside the tree, on the sand next to 13.

    <Continued, obv....>
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:28 No.10354310
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    I rolled both of these.

    <My face.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:30 No.10354337
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    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:30 No.10354342
    f5ing like a hyperactive chimp right now!
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:34 No.10354408
    >The two sides regard one another for a moment of stillness, the fedora lying inside the tree, on the sand next to 13.
    My Hat!
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/08/10(Tue)02:35 No.10354429
    The glass tree explodes, a thousand gleaming daggers bursting outwards like leaves in an autumn flurry. You hold your hands up to guard yourself, and cry out as your wings, your chest, your legs, all slashed open by the spreading shrapnel. Ramiel, Creed, Andre, and Walker suffer similar damage, though it seems you take the worst of it. You plummet to Earth as Garfield tries to fill the gaps in your wings.
    You land on one knee, glaring up at 13 from under furrowed brows. Straightening an arm, you fire a stream of blood that branches into several spears, all puncturing 13's chest and sizzling brightly
    Back on his feet, Ramiel takes wing, bounding over the impaled 13 to reach the now-bleeding Creed, whom he carries up the slope to safer ground. Charlotte bounds down towards the wounded Andre, only a handful of scratches on her from the shrapnel explosion.
    Charlotte reaches Andre, and the two of them fill 13 with holes as you force your blood to barb and spike outwards, bubbling inside her skin.
    You snap out with your other hand, slamming into the sand and popping the fedora into the air. With a quick turn, you wrench the embedded barbs out of 13, causing her torso to explode in a shower of sizzling chunks, the returning whip snagging the hat. You bring your fist in front of your face, baring proud teeth as the hat settles perfectly on your head, slightly askance over one eye.
    "I said...that's my FUCKING hat."
    >> Boku !Desu/5iB1Y 06/08/10(Tue)02:37 No.10354457
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    >"I said...that's my FUCKING hat."
    >My face
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/08/10(Tue)02:37 No.10354466
    Several more reports are heard, and 13's remaining flesh is peppered with incendiary fire. Creed joins in as well, sweeping the area with flames, though his teeth are grit against the many shards of glass embedded in his skin.

    >Roll some more dice, this ain't done yet
    >> Boku !Desu/5iB1Y 06/08/10(Tue)02:38 No.10354477
    rolled 71 = 71

    Rolling like the fist of the north star
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:38 No.10354479
    rolled 70 = 70

    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:39 No.10354485
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    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:39 No.10354491
    >"I said...that's my FUCKING hat."
    I lack an image macro awesome enough to express this moment. Drawfags must be contacted to construct a suitable vessel.
    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/08/10(Tue)02:39 No.10354496
    rolled 34 = 34

    Time to be on the lookout for Nyarly.
    And the entity that'll be freed from its meat puppet soon.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:39 No.10354498
    rolled 31 = 31

    That... was beautiful. StonerDM, you are fucking awesome. Lets just hope this roll is half as awesome as you are!
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:40 No.10354513
    rolled 92 = 92

    Hundred-guy, here Stoner, you are the best.

    Let's see if my luck continues.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:40 No.10354519
    rolled 22 = 22

    live and learn slash and burn
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:41 No.10354525
    rolled 52 = 52

    And... it wasn't. Rolling again for awesome!
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:41 No.10354539
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    rolled 57 = 57

    >slightly askance over one eye.
    "I said...that's my FUCKING hat."

    my face
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:41 No.10354542
    Save us high-roller kenobi, you're our only hope.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:42 No.10354551
    rolled 75 = 75

    After this is all over, would you mind telling us what kind of bonus we get from Charlotte?
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:43 No.10354560
    rolled 6 = 6

    Maybe I motorboated Charlotte in my sleep.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:43 No.10354565
    a bonus equal to the plot.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:44 No.10354574
    rolled 32 = 32

    You just self combo broke
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:44 No.10354579
    rolled 98 = 98

    Or, y'know, Not.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:44 No.10354589
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    my other face
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:45 No.10354592
    >> Hundred-guy 06/08/10(Tue)02:45 No.10354603
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/08/10(Tue)02:48 No.10354676
    Creed's flames catch a good bit of the random pieces that had become dislodged from 13 during the chaos. Not mostly a pair of legs and one floating arm, along with a cloud of loose flesh, including an eye, she floats backwards, live tigers spewing out of her empty torso-space.
    "Wait, what?" Garfield says.
    13 backs directly into the bloody body of Phillip Walker, who bodily lifts the severed legs, his roars practically a gargle of blood. He tears the two legs apart like a wishbone, tossing one of the legs towards Creed's gouts of flame.
    Walker drops the other leg, stumbling back, his battle-growls growing hoarser and hoarser as he seems to seize up. You realize that his skeleton is overtaking the rest of his body. Soon bones begin to sprout like blooms from his mouth, his joints, his eyes. He stands at last, rigid and silent, a calcified statue that was once a brave warrior. 13's severed limbs seem unmoved.
    Creed attempts to burn the leg that was sent flying his way, but rather than hitting the ground it soars off like a rocket towards the top of the crater, Clara and Brody's entrenchment.
    Closing one eye, Clara sights carefully, sighs, and squeezes the trigger.
    The bullet enters through the front of the leg and exits through the rear, a perfect straight shot down the length of the legbones. The entire makeshift projectile becomes a wafting fog-cloud of red vapor in less than half a second.
    Clara beams with pride. Brody looks terrified and confused.

    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/08/10(Tue)02:50 No.10354692
    >No more dice, btw. Spoiler alert, but that 98 might just wrap it up
    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/08/10(Tue)02:51 No.10354718
    >Fuck. I killed Phillip.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:52 No.10354731
    ah... but I wanted to use the reserve to bluff Nyarlathotep.
    >> Hundred-guy 06/08/10(Tue)02:55 No.10354775
    Hopefully it saves whoever the 6 might've killed.

    Or, y'know, the world. That'd be great too.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:55 No.10354779
    The anticipation is killing me! Fuck sleep, this is way too awesome!
    >> Hundred-guy 06/08/10(Tue)02:58 No.10354821
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    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)02:58 No.10354823

    When this is over, let's pour out a 40 for 88.
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/08/10(Tue)03:08 No.10354955
    The drifting cloud of blood coalesces, forming a wicked looking needle of a spear, a razor-tipped weaponized scab. It barely loses any momentum, barreling straight for the pair of snipers.
    Without a moment's hesitation, Brody shoves Clara out of the way, leaping in front of the hurtling missile. The blood enters his chest, spiraling through him multiple times before coming to rest, woven into his chest like a tapestry. He falls forward, coughing up a stream of his own blood.
    You move closer, trying to draw 13 towards you. You let your whips drag along the ground behind you, heat-shimmers coming off you like a desert highway. 13 causes an eruption of glass from the sand, a great intricate lotus of sharp edges, but you side-step expertly.
    The swarm of bees is upon 13 once again, a buzzing insectoid Hell, picking and stinging at what globs of flesh remain.
    A beam of light shoots from the cloud of flesh into the sand, spiraling outwards up the crater. You throw yourself to the ground, avoiding the beam, and most of the other team-mates manage to do the same. Andre, however, pushes Charlotte to the ground, and the beam lances across his waist, bisecting him neatly. He tumbles to the ground with a Wilhelm scream.
    Charlotte goes mad, picking up one of Andre's assault rifles and firing wildly into the cloud of disjointed chaotic flesh, shrieking foreign obscenities. 13 absorbs her bullets, letting them dance about in the air like hail or insects, before firing them back. Charlotte stands with a rifle in each hand, bullets whizzing past her, every one of them a near miss. She spits, gritting her teeth.
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/08/10(Tue)03:08 No.10354973
    Your blood-wings stretch far, grasping like extended arms, blood fanning out and spilling forth around you. You hit the remains of 13 like a wave, immediately engulfing what flesh remains in a deep-fryer of sentient sanguinary savagery. You taste eternity, for the briefest of moments, and then you taste naught but rotting flesh. You stand waist-deep in blood as you watch the cloudy cosmic entity abandon the physical form of 13, and with it, the ability to end the world as you know it. You tip your hat to the cosmic cloud, letting your blood sink slowly back into you.
    >> Boku !Desu/5iB1Y 06/08/10(Tue)03:10 No.10354994
    Crises adverted?
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)03:10 No.10355002
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    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)03:11 No.10355008
    good end?
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)03:11 No.10355009

    You fucking wish.
    >> Hundred-guy 06/08/10(Tue)03:12 No.10355031
    So much for not killing anyone.

    So uh... one down?
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)03:12 No.10355033
    oh crap Brody!
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)03:12 No.10355034
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    >deep-fryer of sentient sanguinary savagery
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)03:13 No.10355055
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    >Phil and Andre die
    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/08/10(Tue)03:14 No.10355061
    >Now we brace for Nyarly
    Current plan: use the hedron to keep 13's entity attracted, throw the hedron at Nyarly, go boom.
    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/08/10(Tue)03:15 No.10355075
    He's been bisected once.
    He gets better.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)03:15 No.10355077
    Well, it'll either work or kill us all. Sounds like our kind of plan!
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)03:15 No.10355079
    Well. That went better than expected. I guess we need to track down Nylarathotep next. Hopefully we'll get at least a couple of hours to rest and grieve before he shows up.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)03:16 No.10355087
    from the little I've wikied him he is likely to just kinda fade away for a while and show up in a thousand years to fuck with the world again
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)03:17 No.10355105
    Medical attention to andre, Brody STAT.

    Mostly to Andre, though. People survive losing everything below the stomach. Not many people survive getting fucking turbo impaled through the chest. We just need to see if he's going to regen. 13's a weird one.
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/08/10(Tue)03:17 No.10355109
    You stand panting in the sand. A breeze picks up, blowing grit across your vision.
    "Is everyone alright?" You shout. You hear various assertions to the affirmative, but for Charlotte, who returns to tend to Andre's unmoving form.
    You feel the hedron shifting uncomfortably in its box on your back. Unslinging it, you eye it nervously. Suddenly your ears are split by a hideously familiar grating voice.

    ̺̰̙̝̱ͭͨ̋̉͢y̡̙̝̣̫ͯ̿͆͟ ̧̢̭͈̹̬̥̙̦̹̄̅͒̍ͧ̂c̙̼̭̲ͨͬ̄̉̏̅̎͡h͚̫̲͚̦͌̀͌͆ͣ̃ͅȋ̠̭ͪͭ́͜͡͝
    ͓̲̤͓̮̰̘̏ͤ͊n̡͓̼̑͊ͩ̑ͮ̄̀͡͡ ̖̟̲̞̩̦̗͇̿̽͆t̫̾̐̂ŏ̶̡͕͔̹̰̼̭̪ͪ ̝̣͖̞͐̏ͪ̀ͦͥͮ̃̚͢t̴̶͎̘͐ͩ́͆̓̽ͦ̚͘ȓ̵̟̺̩͈͍͙̝ͣ̿u̢̧͚͈̭̩̮̅͊͘s
    ͉͚̯̝͌̐̊ͫ͊̿t͎̞̙̾̾ͬ̓̒͆ͤ̋̊͝ ̫̺͓̪͍̻̄ͭ̀ṵ͓̞̼̻̲̌͗̓̂ǹ̨̛̛͉̮̪̘̟̲͇ͯe̛͙͇̙̝̬̬͒ͮ́̾̄̓ͣ͟͡x̾
    ̱̟̝̠ṯ̙̭͂̽̒̉̓̂ͯe̢̅́͏̪̳d̢̜̝̾͗̓̎̓̒͒́̚͟ ̮̠͆̿͑ͪ̋ͥ͊̑́͘͝ͅp͇̟͙͓͉̲̏̎ͧ͢ͅà̗̪̫̜̗̠̻͗̊̾ͨ̀c̨̘̈́͐̔͊ͮ͋ͧ̋́
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)03:18 No.10355116
    but he has never been 13 powerlevel killed, I worry.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)03:19 No.10355136
    Ah well, guess that was too much to hope for. Try to decipher what he's saying.
    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/08/10(Tue)03:19 No.10355142
    I should clarify.
    He was bisected. By Nyarly.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)03:20 No.10355146
    He's dead, man

    He's dead, game over.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)03:21 No.10355160
    "don't fuck with me today or I'll wake HIM up. learned how, checked a book out of the LIBRARY."
    (caps for emphasis)
    >> Hundred-guy 06/08/10(Tue)03:21 No.10355164
    Nyarly tore his arms off.
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/08/10(Tue)03:23 No.10355189
    The box containing the hedron explodes, your blood armor soaking up the impact of the metal pieces. The hedron sits smoking on the sand, slowly blooming into stalky black limbs like a vile flower. The Slender Man quickly fades into Theodore Arkham in the sun.

    "Ah, Subject 13," he says, floating slowly towards the cloud. "And Helen! How good of you to be here." He passes a hand through the cloud eagerly.
    >> Boku !Desu/5iB1Y 06/08/10(Tue)03:24 No.10355202
    Narly's plan was for us to kill 13 all along?
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)03:25 No.10355218
    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/08/10(Tue)03:25 No.10355219
    Just stare.
    No words.
    Just the bird.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)03:25 No.10355223
    God damnit, he's going to absorb the power and become stronger, isn't he?
    >> Hundred-guy 06/08/10(Tue)03:25 No.10355227
    I wish someone would translate this.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)03:25 No.10355235
    just as planned?
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/08/10(Tue)03:25 No.10355241
    "Mmmmm, grown for months in a physical form, the shadow of Azathoth darkens the world. If only there were a...a mind sufficient to temper its power, to direct its authority. Why, if a sentient being had the powers of the Prime Chaos, there would hardly be a need for Azathoth at all, would there?" Arkham laughs, a throaty chuckle. He glances around at the teammates who have fallen, shaking his head.
    "Alas, alas, that ye who are so young must die," he says, with mock regret, slowly twisting into a toothy grin. "A terrible pity, to be sure."
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)03:25 No.10355246
    No words. Just kill him, ASAP.
    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/08/10(Tue)03:26 No.10355265
    Silly Children, to trust an unexpected package.
    >> Hundred-guy 06/08/10(Tue)03:28 No.10355281
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)03:28 No.10355283
    Shit, fuck his plans. Eat the power.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)03:30 No.10355313
    "So wait. By absorbing what is an infinitesimally small amount of his power, you are suddenly just as if not more powerful than him? That..... not only doesn't that make sense, that's downright stupid."
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)03:30 No.10355314
    Seconded, eat the thing

    see what happens
    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/08/10(Tue)03:30 No.10355323
    >Lol, Nyarly called humans sentient.
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/08/10(Tue)03:31 No.10355332
    >Eat the power
    "No. No. Fuck that. Fuck you!" you shout, pointing up at the floating Arkham. "There's more than one capable vessel here, you tricky little piece of shit."
    Lashing out with tendrils, whips hooks, you slash at Arkham, who draws back, gritting his teeth.
    "Mild inconvenience. I envy humans, for their tools do not move to strike them once they have been used!"

    Wings sprouting, you leap upwards into the cloudy entity, feeling its thought-tendrils immediately try to pry their way into your brain.

    >Roll dice
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)03:32 No.10355339
    Grown for months in a physical form, a shadow of Azathoth brightens the world. A mind sufficient to temper its power, to direct its authority. A sentient being with the powers of the Prime Chaos. No need for another is there?
    >> Boku !Desu/5iB1Y 06/08/10(Tue)03:32 No.10355350
    rolled 61 = 61

    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/08/10(Tue)03:32 No.10355354
    >Actually, fuck that. Don't roll dice.
    >You guys remember this thread? Remember Bloodquest 20?

    >I do believe I owe you a 100.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)03:33 No.10355358
    Bloodquest 20: reserve 100?
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)03:33 No.10355371
    I remember I rolled the first 100 in that thread!
    >> Hundred-guy 06/08/10(Tue)03:36 No.10355403
    I don't suppose we can use that 100 to just fucking kill Nyarly?

    I was hoping we'd somehow manage to end this quest alive AND still mostly human.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)03:36 No.10355407
    Stairway to Haven just kicked in...
    this is gonna be fucking awesome!
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)03:36 No.10355416

    This makes a decent backup roll though.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)03:37 No.10355422
    Sorry we are going to ascend and become a goddess at this point. Just sit back and enjoy it.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)03:38 No.10355442
    Then give it up for love!

    It's how it happens in all the stories!
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)03:39 No.10355467
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)03:39 No.10355476
    If you only watch Disney movies
    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/08/10(Tue)03:39 No.10355478
    >inb4 the power causes us and Garfield to separate, with him ascending.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)03:40 No.10355494
    So wait... if the package was unexpected...

    Did Nyarly kill Jacob? Or just sign the note with a "J" to fuck with us?

    .... Is Nyarly also Jacob? ;_;
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)03:41 No.10355516
    our relationship with Jacob is fairly well known.
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/08/10(Tue)03:42 No.10355520
    >100, from beyond time

    Your mind is steeled. Your very soul a sword, its tip at the heart of the Black Pharaoh. Before you the shadows of a god are nothing.
    "Helen, what's happening-?" Garfield shouts in your brain.
    You never break eye contact with Arkham, even as you break the figment of a god upon the yoke.
    You feel your veins swell with molten hate, the very forge-fires of the universe. Your wings burst forth, long and terrible, lidless eyes opening along the length of the sanguine membrane. You feel your very thoughts bubble with purpose, with direction...with power.
    The runes on your skin shift no more. You can feel your flesh tighten across your bones as the runes settle in, forming a litany of scars from which your blood may spill forth at will. You open your mouth, hissing your fury at the Masked God, the Soul of the outer Gods themselves. The two of you settle onto the desert sand, your red hair whipping in the desert wind, eyes now a deep, almost-black rusty crimson.
    "What....have you DONE?!" Nyarlathotep demands. "If I, with my...my mind, had but even that sliver of...you whelp! you worm! Craven whore!" he spits his filth upon you. You laugh it off with bared teeth.


    >Make a epic speech. No die rolls. The epicness of your words will determine the course of history.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)03:42 No.10355531
    Would be the ultimate troll if he was
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)03:45 No.10355568
    >> Boku !Desu/5iB1Y 06/08/10(Tue)03:45 No.10355580
    Nyarlathotep, for the crimes you have commited, I deem no fitter punishment for you than a quick, painful death.

    Then kill that bitch.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)03:46 No.10355588
    I WIN!
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)03:46 No.10355589
    Creation would do well to be rid of you. I will scrub you and all the filth and death you have wrought upon the Earth out of existence. I will wipe you from this and all planes.

    I will unmake you.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)03:48 No.10355623

    "No longer will you torment our souls... Your free reign is over, it ends now. I grow weary of your little plans, dipping your fingers into our lives to feed your insanity."

    Extend an arm, pointing at him. Have blood crawl up our arm and outward into a point. Paralyze him with our gaze and then launch a torrent of blood towards him behind the point, like in Terminator 2 when it shoots the dad in the mouth through the milk carton, only hitting Nyarly's weak spot FOR MASSIVE DAMAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)03:48 No.10355631
    "If you what? What would you have done with this power? Gone about making more sentient beings suffer for your amusement? You've been doing just fine at that for time immemorial, and I shudder to think what new things you would achieve had it fallen to you. To each of us sooner or later falls the reality of dealing with the consequences of our actions. I may not know very much about you, but you would have seen the Earth burn for your own amusement, and for this you will be unmade."
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)03:48 No.10355632
    >>10355589 Here

    wanted to add "And none shall mourn your passing."
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)03:50 No.10355654
    You're worthless! What have you ever given to gain this? You've spent every moment, every day, every eon just fucking around with everything around you! The world is less than a game to you, but for me, it's my life!
    I've given the only friends I've ever had for this! I've watched them bleed, I've watched them die, I've watched them all down- broken, because of you. And all I get is this? Power? Fuck it.
    I want you to pay me back with your pain.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)03:50 No.10355664
    Point to the sky for dramatic effect
    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/08/10(Tue)03:51 No.10355676
    "Yes, if you had a fraction of that power.
    Things would be terrible for everyone, everywhere.
    But no, you don't.
    I do.
    So that never again will this occur.
    No scared little girls from Kansas used to fulfill your, or anyone else's whims.
    No more people being locked up just for what they are.
    And no more of you using human beings as your playthings
    Because now I'm watching, and can do something about it.
    So, scurry off to your home in the depths of space.
    Or you can just die here.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)03:52 No.10355700

    Cackle at him, grinning maniacally.

    "You will suffer! Suffer for my fallen friends! Suffer for humanity! Your games are over and I will be your undoing! You will not be missed by even the most powerful of Gods. I tire of your pitiful games and THIS WILL BE YOUR END!"
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)03:52 No.10355703
    Shutup and die already.
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/08/10(Tue)03:55 No.10355751
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    "Grown for months in a physical form, a shadow of Azathoth brightens the world. A mind sufficient to temper its power, to direct its authority. A sentient being with the powers of the Prime Chaos. No need for another is there?"
    Nyarlathotep's face sours further.
    "You mock. You have the audacity to mock-"
    "No longer will you torment our souls," you cut him off, as he splutters furiously. "Creation would do well to be rid of you. To each of us sooner or later falls the reality of dealing with the consequences of our actions. I may not know very much about you, but you would have seen the Earth burn for your own amusement, and for this you will be unmade. I will wipe you from this and all planes. And none shall mourn your passing."

    Your blood swells around you, engulfing you, strengthening you. You can feel your pulse all along it, like the fluid skin of a drum.
    "This...feels good..." Garfield says, his voice somehow...different.
    A perfect latticework of whistling ribbons bayonets Arkham, and you savor his gasp of air as blood begins to flow, from his mouth, his nose, his eyes, and every hole on his body.

    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)03:56 No.10355755
    This power would make you nothing but more of what you are, as it has done for me, but while you are an infantile clown, doing tricks and capers for eons for nothing but your own amusement, I am what you forced me to be.

    I am an avenger.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)03:56 No.10355763
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    And what would you do with this power? Your motives are as petty as those you destroy without a thought. You've lived an eternity unrivaled, an eternity pushing your madness on others. Now you stand before me, roles reversed. Millions of worthier minds cry out for revenge, and I will give it to them. You die here, on this earth, by my hand.


    Alternately, "my parents are DEAD!"
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)03:58 No.10355796
    Bracing for epic.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:01 No.10355834
    Replace avenger with "I AM THE LAW"
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:01 No.10355839
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/08/10(Tue)04:03 No.10355863
    "None...shall mourn..." he coughs. "Are you so sure?"
    "I've never been more sure of anything in my life," you say coldly. "You will not be missed by even the most powerful of Gods."
    "Quite, the contrary, my dear," Nyarlathotep spits each word out. "I am the soul of the gods, their very binding mortar, their herald and their courtier." He smiles at some insidious realization.

    "I am -your- soul, Helen Tanner. Welcome to the pantheon."
    You snort.
    "Scurry off to your home in the depths of space.
    Or you can just die here." you wave him off dismissively, though your stomach grows cold at his words.
    "But of course, but of course." Nyarlathotep says, flesh melting around your punishing spears of blood.
    "You have bought your friends some time it seems," he says, flesh slowly reforming once free of the blood. "A lifetime, of that I have no doubt. But," he holds up a finger, pointing it towards you. "Will you live forever, Helen Tanner? Will you forever conceal that bubbling froth beneath your skin? Or have your people traded a tormentor for a devourer, passed the snake's fangs by only to be crushed under the giant's heel?" he chuckles, coughing weakly.
    "Something to ponder, I think."
    "Last chance," you say, spearing more blood forward.
    Nyarlathotep wisps away like smoke as the blood reaches him, and you watch the column of inky mist tread the sky, vanishing into the slowly clearing blue above you.

    >What do?
    >> Boku !Desu/5iB1Y 06/08/10(Tue)04:05 No.10355878
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:05 No.10355883
    That was... anticlimactic :(
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:05 No.10355885
    fuck, what?
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:06 No.10355891

    Spout pithy one liner, administer medical treatment to casualties, bury dead, visit theme park
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:06 No.10355895
    Did we seriously not kill this guy when we had the chance? I'd say go after him and finish him off.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:07 No.10355904
    Time to test the limits of our new power. Restore Phillip and Andre.
    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/08/10(Tue)04:07 No.10355910
    Check the status of things; party, new abilities, Garfield, Jacob, hunger.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:07 No.10355916
    Second. I mean, we fixed up Creed when he got shot, it should work.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:07 No.10355918
    Well this will be fun. Lets see if we fall unto the Elder Gods path of though or the Outer Gods insanities. Either way we wont have a human shell for much longer. Garfield's gonna burn right through at some point.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:07 No.10355920
    Beers for everyone
    >> Boku !Desu/5iB1Y 06/08/10(Tue)04:08 No.10355921
    I'm going to sleep. I have work in five hours.

    But let me go ahead and congratulate Stoner for an amazing quest. Thanks a ton for all the hard work and effort you've put into it. It's been a blast.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:08 No.10355926
    go make out with Jacob, we just saved the motherfucking world, screw politics, if anything shows up that's faster than a speeding bullet or more powerful than a locomotive and decides to go fucking with people we'll smack em down but other wise we can be done!
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:08 No.10355928
    once the pressing matters are done with, we should see if Jacob is fine.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:09 No.10355941
    See if our perfect symbiosis allows us to heal the wounded/put bodies back together/close gaping holes in flesh?
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:09 No.10355948
    Talk to Garfield.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:10 No.10355956
    >What do?
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/08/10(Tue)04:12 No.10355991
    >implying that you kill Nyarlathotep, ever.

    Your comrades descend the crater slopes, assembling around you somewhat nervously. You watch them, from the eyes in your face, on your wings, peeking out through your scars.
    "Where is Andre?" you say. Charlotte motions to the fallen man. You stride towards him purposefully, kneeling at his side.
    "Did you do it?" he coughs, eyes unfocused.
    "Not yet," you say, reaching forward with your body, your blood, and your mind.
    The living flesh is surprisingly easy to mend. The body knows where it is supposed to be, and with the blood's urging, the flesh is soon whole. Andre lapses into unconsciousness. You pick him up, fairly easily, and pass him to Charlotte's eager arms, then turn to look at Phillip.
    A solid statue of bone. There will be no going back for him. Walking towards the once-living monument, you place a hand on the rough, plated chest.
    "Yes," you say, mostly to yourself. "We did it."

    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/08/10(Tue)04:13 No.10356006
    Well, big damn heroes, huh Phil?
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:14 No.10356010
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    >implying that you can kill an outer god
    >Kill an outer god
    >OUTER GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:14 No.10356016
    >I'm just saying, we said that we're going to unmake him, destroy him utterly, etc etc. Seems like a bad precedent to go back on our word within 2-3 paragraphs.
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/08/10(Tue)04:16 No.10356038
    "Garfield, are you still there? Are you still...you?"
    "As me as I've ever been," comes the reply. "Whatever dream of a thought that was, you tore it apart and fed it to us."
    "Glad to hear you're still sloshing around in there," you say with a smile.
    "Where else am I going to go? Everyone else already has blood," he rejoinders teasingly.
    The team begins heading towards the jets. You watch them go. Clara makes eye contact with you at the crest of the ridge. The child behind her eyes is gone, although the body remains. You pass a silent nod between the two of you.
    "Let's go!" Clara shouts to the others before boarding one of the jets.
    Wings spreading, you lift off effortlessly, bearing northeast.

    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:17 No.10356053
    Wait, is Brody ok?
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:17 No.10356056
    is brody back alive again?
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:18 No.10356080
    So, can we restore Las Vegas? I mean, it stands to reason that we could, and being the benevolent goddess we are, etc etc.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:19 No.10356096
    can we still hide the wings?
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/08/10(Tue)04:21 No.10356123
    Clara finds a seat on board the jet. The man next to her, in pristine uniform, leans in curiously.
    "Ma'am, I...where are we, exactly?"
    Clara smiles.
    "Read the card, Brody. Just stay close to me."
    "I, er...yes ma'am."

    The streets of Chicago are in an uproar. It seems most imaging satellites turned their eyes towards the Vegas crater, with no human input, just in time to see a band of Arkham escapees, of all things, take Subject 13 apart.

    Jacob Walters watches the uproar from the window of his apartment, sipping at a cup of coffee and smiling to himself. Tomorrow he can bring his daughter home. He is dwelling on this thought when his windowsill is darkened by the lithe figure of a woman wearing a dark trench coat, fedora cocked roguishly to one side.
    "Come on," you say. "Open up."
    He does so with a smile.

    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:24 No.10356168
    Let's go find Jacob and ask him if he's ever wanted to fuck a god.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:24 No.10356178
    Goddess and it looks like he's about to. >>10356123
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:26 No.10356196
    I'd rather ask if he wants to be the first one to worship at our temple.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:26 No.10356200
    I am prepared for complete and total rejection. There is no way Jacob will not be creeped the fuck out by us.
    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/08/10(Tue)04:27 No.10356207
    No, we're exotic.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:27 No.10356218
    I honestly wish we would not go full god on everyone. Let's retire to the middle of nowhere.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:28 No.10356227
    Nyarlathotep was able to look however he wanted, I'm hoping we can do the same, or at least choose when we want to look like Helen Tanner and when we look like the Goddess of Blood.
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/08/10(Tue)04:28 No.10356229
    Your lips find his in an instant, but he breaks the kiss away to examine you.
    "No, wait, Helen, wait, let me get a look at you."
    You cover one cheek with a hand, feeling at the crevices of your scars. Your solid eyes regard him featurelessly. You suffer a moment of internal panic; it is too much, too much to ask of any man. You close your eyes and brace for the blow, but feel his touch upon your face.
    "Are you alright?" he asks, touching your chin with his hand.
    You nod. You hope it's true.

    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:29 No.10356245
    "Step mom is a goddess that took down rampaging super natural freaks!"

    His daughter's career day would be best career day
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:30 No.10356255
    After finishing the exposition we should get an epilogue narrated by Spider-Lebron
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/08/10(Tue)04:31 No.10356257
    You kiss again, this time lingering, well-earned kisses of celebration, of relief, of happiness. You feel your blood churn excitedly inside you, and ignore it for the moment.
    There will be time later for worries. Time later to rebuild the shattered civilization left behind. Time later to explain yourself, defend yourself, make the world aware of the gift they've received, if they will only open their arms and claim it.
    You wrap your arms around your love, a little lost Kansas girl and rookie secret agent. As your tongues entwine, you feel, running up your spine, the pangs of hunger, and you drive them back down, down with whatever heavy stillborn remains of chaos and evil lie entombed in your soul.

    But what?
    What chaos remains?
    What star-spawned ineffable scriptures lie scrawled upon your flesh?
    What hunger seethes beneath?
    What monsters, what devourers, what tyrants?
    What rough beasts,
    In fitful slumber beneath your paper skin,
    Slouch inexorably towards their birth?

    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/08/10(Tue)04:31 No.10356264
    >Side note: we are waaaaay into autosage. May want to archive now and start an epilogue thread.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:33 No.10356277
    Thanks Stonerbro been a blast

    >What rough beasts

    I love you man.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:33 No.10356278


    That is the closest to an image macro I could generate to show how I'm feeling.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:33 No.10356285
    Good show sir! Finest quest I've read in some time.

    Would read again.
    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/08/10(Tue)04:34 No.10356288
    >Wait, we're from Kansas?
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:34 No.10356289
    Open-endings! My old nemesis...
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:34 No.10356295
    Why not?
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:35 No.10356303
    Kansas is gay
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:35 No.10356309
    It does as a kinda symmetry to the whole thing
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/08/10(Tue)04:36 No.10356310
    >You know, I really wanted to just ride off into the sunset on that note, but I'll post my email one last time, shoot me line if you ever want to talk, about Bloodquest, or weed, or, you know, whatever.

    >it's a reference to how you met.

    >You guys have been great. I'm glad I remembered to use that 100. Maybe I'll manage some more epiloguery.
    >Smoke Weed Err' Day
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:36 No.10356313
    I distinctly remember you saying you'd provide an epilogue of slice of life with Clara and Brody.
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/08/10(Tue)04:36 No.10356320
    >And I somehow lost my email >_>
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:38 No.10356333
    We'll miss you. Good luck in wherever you're going to headed in the next few days.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:38 No.10356336
    I dunno, I was expecting traveling hobo end
    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/08/10(Tue)04:38 No.10356342
    And you best stay in touch.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:40 No.10356355
    A2 are you gonna give us one last Archive version with the final changes from this?
    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/08/10(Tue)04:41 No.10356371
    >Holy crap, did we completely forget Zann during the fight?
    Sure, just gimme a minute.
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/08/10(Tue)04:42 No.10356375
    Gah, the archive is so god damn slow, I want to go to bed
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:43 No.10356393
    fuck where was he?
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:44 No.10356406
    You should come back tomorrow for a final epilogue/discussion thread.

    [spoiler]Also HelenxClara.[/spoiler]
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/08/10(Tue)04:44 No.10356410
    >Presumably staying out of sight. He's a crazy mute old man that uses a violin to teleport places. Really, what was he going to be doing?
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:44 No.10356417
    You rock forever, StonerDM.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:45 No.10356431
    Well there could've been more to his power. We didn't take a ton of time to flesh him out because we got distracted by the Song That Ends the Earth and epic speeches.
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/08/10(Tue)04:46 No.10356435
    >I might be on for a little bit. I have a short list of story hooks for epilogues/unused or unexplored characters, so if I get some writing done I'll be around.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:48 No.10356467

    Outer Gods vanquished: 1
    Hats Recovered: 1
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:49 No.10356471
    >Will you make sure to archive any treads that you make in the next few hours since this one is almost done? Some of us need sleep... >.>
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/08/10(Tue)04:50 No.10356483
    >I'm going the fuck to sleep as soon as this thread is archived...it seems...wrong in the archives right now.
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/08/10(Tue)04:51 No.10356494
    >I'll say it, the Hat Recovery was maybe the most fun I've had since revealing that Arkham was Nyarlathotep.
    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/08/10(Tue)04:54 No.10356519
    >Its there, must be some glitch in the system.
    >Also, this thread is almost 500 posts.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:55 No.10356541
    >I still miss Spider Lebron james, I hope being a goddess doesn't reduce the effects of drugs
    >> Hundred-guy 06/08/10(Tue)04:56 No.10356562
    >I'm proud to have facilitated such awesome.
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/08/10(Tue)04:58 No.10356577
    No trolls! No trolls anywhere! How glorious!
    And just for the record, every time there was a cliffhanger or a massive reveal, I considered just never posting again for the lulz.

    You're welcome.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)04:59 No.10356593
    Hell, if we aren't careful, we might just cause him to be REAL.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)05:00 No.10356602
    Glad you didn't do that.
    Thanks again.
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/08/10(Tue)05:01 No.10356615
    On the one hand, I'm sad I didn't use him more.
    On the other hand, I'm glad I didn't use him too much.

    Fuck, why am I still posting??
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)05:01 No.10356619
    I'm still glad we didn't get BAD-END'd back in Ohio.
    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/08/10(Tue)05:01 No.10356626
    Because the Archive hasn't been posted yet.
    Halfway done.
    Then you can sleep.
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/08/10(Tue)05:04 No.10356660
    True, you guys botched that terrifically. I will deny any hand in it, until my grave take me.

    You guys made it out of there with like...1 1/2 casualties, at the worst. I feel like I took it too easy on you. Bloodquest was a character-driven story, and everyone knows character=tragedy
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/08/10(Tue)05:06 No.10356686
    How does chapter 26 compare to chapter 7, my crown jewel? I'm not sure if I managed to top myself or not. I had no idea I would be setting the bar so high with just a few posts.
    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/08/10(Tue)05:06 No.10356688
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    And now it is.
    Tell me of mistakes, so I can fix them.
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)05:07 No.10356698
    Honestly, I was sure either Clara or Brody wouldn't make it out of the fight with 13 alive.
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/08/10(Tue)05:08 No.10356710
    "Killed by Subject 82 after she fell prey to their mind control abilities, in an unfortunate miscalculation"

    I lol'd
    >> Anonymous 06/08/10(Tue)05:14 No.10356780
    Helen's description lacks... magnitude. Heh.

    Also, Stoner, if your'e still here. Any chance you'll have time enough to run a sequel some day? Answer these hanging questions?
    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/08/10(Tue)05:15 No.10356785
    In terms of writing, superb.
    We were lucky to get the rolls we did.
    Zann felt a little 11th houry, but was fun.
    So, I'll give it a spectacular.
    >> ArkhamArchivist !DiStrue33Q 06/08/10(Tue)05:17 No.10356821
    See ya'll later.
    Imma definitely change the entire entry on Helen.
    Now is time to sleep.
    >Next post is number 500
    >> StonerDM !em3oEn8LAg 06/08/10(Tue)05:17 No.10356822
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    A sequel? To bloodquest? And ruin my hanging ending? never.
    No, if you ever see a StonerDM quest again, I'll be ranting about how blazed I am trying to get you to post images for me to freestyle 26-part quests off of.
    >> COR !!q1pmTSXoGQa 06/08/10(Tue)05:33 No.10357031
    Damn I missed it. hope this post makes it to the Archives
    Remember bloodquest_publisher@hotmail.com to be added to the mailing list.

    if you'd rather check manually to see when the conversion project is done.

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