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    113 KB Omnipotence Quest II Vedibere !!O+eQDn0BBx8 03/20/11(Sun)21:39 No.14309655  
    >Previous: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/14304400/

    You’re excited. Well, maybe excited is the wrong word, but you’re hopeful at least. After a few hours of inquiry you have managed to dig up information on a certain pirate captain named Ugantu. “Dig up”, as in, aboard every slave barge you have blended into you have heard his name whispered in both reverence and fear, always depending on the person in question. The taskmasters seem to think him some sort of demon, a cruel biting incarnation of vengeance come back from beyond the grave to punish them. The slaves, on the other hand, feel him to be a hero who has escaped the power of the Archlords and returned to save them all. Really? Archlords? Siiiiiigh. Yeah, you’ve never heard anything /remotely/ like that before. Maybe the place they draw their power from is named the Darkbad too, while they’re at it.

    Stereotypical names aside, though, it seems he has been raiding slave barges for the past few months, taking dozens each time, and somehow not being caught despite Kaza being both a magical and naval power. That much, at least, sounds like an intriguing mystery and worth investigating. Now, you simply need to wait for one of these raids to occur. Ah, boredom, your greatest foe.

    To pass the time you pop into what appears the most wealthy and prestigious traveler’s dwelling on the island, a place called “Aum-dente” and requisition a room. Or try to, at least, apparently there is a several month waiting list for residency. Heaving a sigh, you bend the universe to your will and ask them to check again. Many apologies are given for their oversight of your name, Lord Gravmont, and in apology they will endeavour to make your stay as pleasant as possible, blah blah blah blah. Yes, yes, whatever. You have the slave attendants run a bath and spend the rest of the day ordering various increasingly exotic fine foods to test exactly how far they are willing to go to please guests.
    >> Vedibere !!O+eQDn0BBx8 03/20/11(Sun)21:40 No.14309665
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    It seems ‘Red dragon steak sauteed with myconid shavings and a succubus blood sauce’ is the best they can do. Not terrible for a mortal establishment, you decide, before indulging in one of your most favored pastimes the last few ages; sleep.


    It is several days of trifling boredom before you hear news, finally, that a slave barge on the western side of the island is in the process of being attacked by the infamous pirate Ugantu. Wasting no time at all, you discorporate and snap your consciousness to the area, immediately finding the site of the attack. A large steel-clad galleon has actually /rammed/ a slave barge and is even now slaughtering the task-crew while taking on dozens of new slave “passengers”. An interesting methodology. You slam your being into the body of one of the lesser crewmen on board the galleon and, while going about your duties trimming the lines, furtively look around for this Ugantu.

    Turns out he’s not so hard to find. Standing well over 7’ 9” and with a muscled build to put heroes of song to shame, the gigantic black-skinned man is standing on the foredeck booming out orders in a deep, gravelly voice that puts haste to even the most disoriented of slaves being taken on. Most of them cry out various things like “Our savior has come!” or “Thank you! Thank you so much! May X shine his/her grace upon you.” as they board, and he even on occasion smiles and nods to them as they pass. Finally, after about twenty minutes of this, you can see signal flares being lit on shore and, casting out a tendril of thought, locate a naval frigate pulling away from the docks. Time to go.
    >> Vedibere !!O+eQDn0BBx8 03/20/11(Sun)21:41 No.14309675
    The captain agrees, booming out orders to his men swiftly and competently, you are pleased to see. As the ship pulls away a great cry goes up from the thousands of slaves left behind, but the captain strides to the bow of the ship and shouts out in a thick accent, “Worry not friends and brothas! Know that ye shall be be free from the Archlords soon, and no mon will stand above hees fellows!” Likely magically enhanced considering the volume, but even that is not enough to be heard over the enormous roar of cheers that results from his proclamation. Were you wrong? The reputation you had heard in the streets was that, before becoming a captain he was a brutal, and famous, pit fighter with no regard for the life of others. To find out he has changed into some sort of freedom fighter... well, you suppose you could work with this, but you were hoping for a rival villain to your elf rather than a hero.

    You will reserve judgement for now. Quickly giving orders to his fellows, the captain directs all the non-crew hands to be seen below decks and for full sails. Laden as the ship is, though, you know enough from your long life to know it will never outrun the naval ship bearing down. Turns out, though, that it didn’t need to. Curiously, the naval ship breaks off pursuit a few leagues out and returns to dock. None of the crew seems surprised, nor does the captain, and he gives commands to wheel around... back to the island of Kaza. Striking the black flag he used for the raid, he ensures all the slaves are below decks before raising- heh, that appears to be the standard of one of the so called archlords. Well now, maybe you weren’t wrong after all. Sailing past naval ships and land-based defenses alike without challenge, he orders the ship to make course to what appears to be a small inlet surrounded by warehouse and run down buildings.

    Maybe this man, this Ugantu, will be of interest to you after all. And perhaps, just perhaps, of use as well.
    >> Anonymous 03/20/11(Sun)21:56 No.14309824
    What is the inlet like and what do the crewmen seem to think about all this? Guessing there is more to the situation than just lol free slaves.
    >> Vedibere !!O+eQDn0BBx8 03/20/11(Sun)22:05 No.14309939
    It's a very small natural harbor that only has room for two docks, surrounded on all sides by the sheer stone walls of a ring of warehouses. The crew, for their part, seem to be operating as if this were normal procedure. Everyone is working quickly and efficiently, the pilot is guiding the ship into the small harbor quite expertly, and several men are ensuring the slaves stay below.

    Where all mah peeps at?
    >> Anonymous 03/20/11(Sun)22:08 No.14309986
    I say do nothing and watch for now. See what exactly is going to happen when they arrive.
    >> Anonymous 03/20/11(Sun)22:11 No.14310010
    agreed, we want to be a bit more subtle with this one than we were with the elf
    >> Anonymous 03/20/11(Sun)22:13 No.14310043
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    >> Vedibere !!O+eQDn0BBx8 03/20/11(Sun)22:32 No.14310256
    As the ship sails into the harbor you simply go about your duties, blending in with the crew. Seeing where this course of events leads will likely prove of greater interest than active intervention, for now at least. Fortunately, as some random sailor all you really need do is follow others around and help them pull on ropes. You go about doing so with gusto, having not done manual labor in... oh, a very long time, let’s say. A few minutes of it is enough to remind you why, however, and you look up in time just to see the smooth, well constructed, and LOOMING stone wall of the harbor’s edge in front of the ship. Quickly checking to the left and right sides, you see that it has passed in between the two docks and, disturbingly, shows no signs of stopping. Huh.

    All is made clear, however, when the prow of the ship seems to simply pass right through the wall undamaged. As the “stone” proceeds along the ship towards you, it all clicks into place. Of course, an illusory image to conceal a dock. Not bad, not bad at all. Peeking at the threads of the universe, you see that it is masterfully woven indeed. Whoever made it was a true artist, and it seems to be well over four hundred years old, likely dating back to when the first buildings were raised around this area.
    >> Vedibere !!O+eQDn0BBx8 03/20/11(Sun)22:33 No.14310265
    Finally the illusory wall passes over the section of the ship you are standing on and you are engulfed in darkness. Temporary, of course, as when your eyes adjust from the bright daylight outside you can see magical lighting orbs floating throughout what appears to be a gigantic man-made cavern composed of hollowed out warehouses. Large enough to accomodate a warship, it holds one fairly large dock to the right with two ramps leading off into darkness further that way, one going up and one down. There is also a winding staircase along the far wall, and a robed man descending it with a torch in hand.

    You are broken from your observations by a bustle of movement as the captain booms out orders to slow the ship and bring her to a stop. The crew expertly goes about their business, clearly having done this more than once before, and soon the ship sits still beside the dock. A gangplank is dropped and the captain strides down it, apparently to meet with the much smaller robed man who is waiting for him patiently at the end of the newly lowered walkway. You blink in surprise, however, and peer closer at the “lantern” the man is holding. There is no flame inside, it seems to be a magical light. Quickly switching your gaze to the man himself, you are both surprised and -- indeed! -- interested to find that he is one of the powerful archmages you sensed before. Good, gooooood....
    >> Anonymous 03/20/11(Sun)22:38 No.14310316
    Hurray, Omnipotence Quest! And with fast response times, too!
    >> Anonymous 03/20/11(Sun)22:38 No.14310322
    Well if we're going to do this more subtly, we might as well get more information. See what exactly they're going to do with the slaves and then perhaps examine this archmage and Ugantu a little more.
    >> Anonymous 03/20/11(Sun)22:40 No.14310337
    Fuck yeah, Omnipotence Quest! I missed the first one, glad to be around for the sequel.

    So, any good plans for shaping this guy into our rival champion? I say we delve a bit more into his past, find out exactly what his motivations are first, then we can figure out how to manipulate him from that.
    >> Anonymous 03/20/11(Sun)22:49 No.14310431

    Man, /tg/ is slow tonight.
    >> Anonymous 03/20/11(Sun)22:52 No.14310470
    I say we leave the current body and take the shape of a businessman.

    Stroll up to them nonchalantly and ask if they would like to have a little chat about their futures.
    >> Anonymous 03/20/11(Sun)22:54 No.14310490

    In the secret cave?

    With the hidden conspiracy types?

    We're trying to be subtle.
    >> Vedibere !!O+eQDn0BBx8 03/20/11(Sun)23:10 No.14310686
    Deciding to merely observe for now, you abandon the current body you inhabit and take the form of a wharf rat. You quickly scurry down one of the ties between the ship and the dock, noting that your former host seems rather disoriented at suddenly having a several hour long blank spot in his memory. Then on to more pressing concerns, you almost fall into the drink twice as you crawl down the rope. Come to think of it, isn’t this the second time you’ve been a rat in the past week? Is this a reflection on your character? Surely not, you are an omnipotent being and being a rat is just a matter of convenie-- oh! They’re talking. You resolve to ponder this matter later.

    “I have wot ya been askin’ me for mon,” the swarthy captain booms in his thick accent. Booming appears to be his normal mode of speech, actually. “Ya best be havin’ do wot ya promised, though, elsewise I be takin’ me chances against ya with mah blade rather than do more of dis errand runnin’ for nothin.”

    The archmage for his part doesn’t look at all intimidated, “Yes, yes. As soon as I can verify the quality a rune comes off. I am a man of my word, but if you threaten me again then you will find I don’t particularly care if you live or die now that it’s done. Shall we?” With that the bony man gestures foppishly to the ship, and the captain rolls his eyes. “BE BRINGIN’ EM DOWN, YA WILL!” he shouts, and soon enough a parade of confused slaves is being led onto the dock and arranged in rows. The archmage stalks down them one at a time, looking them up and down, and for the first time you begin to notice similar traits among the slaves. All of them are half-elves, between twenty and fifty, and in good health. Roughly equal distributions of men and women, a few of the women weeping... likely children that got left behind, you conclude. Hmm...
    >> Vedibere !!O+eQDn0BBx8 03/20/11(Sun)23:11 No.14310698
    Eventually the mage seems satisfied and returns to the front of the group. Waving his arms a few times, you watch as their magical runed collars, universal to all slaves within the city-state, give off sparks and change to a different color... sea green, the same color as the mage’s robes. Well, you guess that some people just never grow out of color-coordinating their possessions. Turning back to the captain, the mage nods. “Good enough. As promised, a rune,” and he performs a flourish, causing one of the three tattoos adorning Ugantu’s neck to fade away before he speaks again, “and two more shipments for your freedom. Humans from Saul and orcs from Veshark, as always the target is at your discretion.” With that the mage turns and walks back to the stairs, accompanied by the sudden wailing of the slaves as they realize what has happened and the crewmen begins whipping them toward the lower-branching tunnel.

    For his part, Ugantu says nothing and merely directs a look filled with, well, quite the most hate you have seen in /centuries/ at the mage’s back.
    >> Anonymous 03/20/11(Sun)23:20 No.14310784
    Well well well. Looks like we have a means of motivating him. Removing those tattoos in order for doing what we want. Perhaps we should wait for him in his quarters and speak to him in private at this point.
    >> Anonymous 03/20/11(Sun)23:21 No.14310793
    okay. here is the plan.

    FIRST, we get rid of his remaining tatoos.
    Then we enhance his skin so that the elf's blade would not be able to cut him at all.

    Then we turn his ship into a liveship and do a bunch of crazy enchantments on it.

    Finally, strip all power away from the Archlords.

    The plan is to throw the city into anarchy and leave mr: pirate here in the best position to take it.

    Once he finds out about all this we will implant a thought into his head to take controll of the city using his reputation and new powers.

    Also grant him some means of conferring liveshipishness to other ships than his own.

    (a liveship is a living ship which has an animated figurehead and same controll over the shape of it's hull incase you have not read the Liveship Traders Trilogy.)
    >> Anonymous 03/20/11(Sun)23:26 No.14310854
    Aha! I figured there was some other motivation behind this. Let's get our Mephistophles on and contact Faust, shall we?

    "For so long you have thirsted for revenge, I have seen. What would you say if I could give you the means of exacting that revenge...?"
    >> Anonymous 03/20/11(Sun)23:33 No.14310938
    nah... I prefer proper anarchy to planned anarchy

    Island and attached house barges are now in an anti-magic field.

    THEN we get our Mephistopheles on!

    >Brnan researcher
    and invent something called Brnan and have people research it
    >> Anonymous 03/20/11(Sun)23:37 No.14310974
    We could just appear in a different form than we contacted that elf in and call ourselves Brnan. That way they can't immediately connect us as doing this behind the scenes immediately and anyone who looks into this guys life in the future might find out about Brnan and research it. Goal accomplished.
    >> Anonymous 03/20/11(Sun)23:40 No.14310999
    assuming the same form would be more fun I think...
    just imagine if they figure it out!
    >> Anonymous 03/20/11(Sun)23:48 No.14311097
    same form but slightly different, like the hair parted on the left side, and we use our left hand instead of our right.

    play the old 'mirror twin' angle. >:)
    >> Anonymous 03/20/11(Sun)23:48 No.14311104

    Indeed. The servants turning on their master, believing that the very abilities we have blessed them with are enough to lay us low. How droll.

    Our elf assassin seems to be motivated by greed, enough so that she is willing to accept our offer despite misgivings about our intentions. Our champion-in-question that we are observing seems to have a hatred for being subservient to another. His hatred for the archmage may override suspicion, but it might be trickier to manuever him into contention against the elf.

    If we inform him about her ability to enslave people with the dagger, that might enrage him enough, stoke his memories of helplessness under the made, in order to send him off.
    >> Vedibere !!O+eQDn0BBx8 03/21/11(Mon)00:13 No.14311366
    A plan already forming, you dematerialize and wait for Ugantu to finish his business and put to sail once more. The slave transfer is finished quickly and the men reembark their vessel, a ship called “Lady’s Favor.” Expertly steering the ship free of the cavern himself, he sets course away from the island and into the open ocean. Once out to sea he leaves the deck to his first mate, a greasy human called Scratch for... reasons you don’t care to think about, and retires to the captain’s cabin to rest.

    Seeing a chance, you manifest inside of it as a squat, scarred man dressed in practical workman’s clothes, you think this identity will appeal to him more than your normal smooth, aristocratic human form in black robes. The first thing you notice, however, is that resting appears to have been the last thing on the man’s mind as he was retiring. He stands over an exquisite chest of drawers, hacking at it over and over again with a wickedly sharp straightsword. With every blow he lands he screams out a word, “MARIS” *chop* “CASTOR” *chop* “VESHARK” *chop* “SAUL” *chop* “PALDOOOOOOOOOON” and with the final cry he raises the blade in both hands, stretching back as far as he can, and brings it down with a thunderous splintering crash to cleave the dresser in two and lodge the blade in the floor.
    >> Vedibere !!O+eQDn0BBx8 03/21/11(Mon)00:14 No.14311381
    As the huge man stands panting amid the splintered ruins of the furniture piece, you take in the rest of the once elegant room. Everything within it has been hacked or smashed to flinders, in some cases multiple times. The desk and bed are in ruins, the fine draperies lie askew and shredded, and even the walls themselves have notches all along them, as if someone had dragged a blade along them and commenced frenzied hacking at random intervals. In the center of the room, in stark contrast to all this, is a straw pallet and several stacks of carefully folded clothing similar to the grey pants Ugantu is currently wearing, along with several very long ornamented necklaces strung with various multicolor pieces you recognize as shattered bits of slave collars. Threaded and tied along a piece of hemp rope that is likely thirty feet long, there are dozens of different types and colors, many of which you haven’t seen before. The one thing they all share, however, is that they appear to have been shattered or hacked apart by a sharp blade before being strung together.

    Turning back to Ugantu, you find that he has already pulled the blade free and turned, glaring at you with a frown on his face. “An’ wat be you, mon? Don’t be thinkin’ I invited ya aboard tha ship now, did I?”
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)00:19 No.14311441
    "how would you react if I told you I can remove those tatoos of yours?"
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)00:23 No.14311483
    Ask him what his first course of action would be should all of the archlords lose all their magic.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)00:31 No.14311555
    Fuck yeah Omnipotence quest!


    "I'm someone with a lot of power Mr. Ugantu. Incidentally, I'm looking for ways of, shall we say, "investing" all this power. Looking for individuals with drive and imagination.

    I have been watching you, and I must say I'm quite impressed. Very insidious."
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)00:34 No.14311581

    Also while we say this materialize a fancy chair out of nothing and make ourselves comfortable. It's something to show we have some power without showing off too much.
    >> CA 03/21/11(Mon)00:35 No.14311591
    I say fuck that. I prefer the antagonization route that ends with him trying to cut our head off, like the previous thread.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)00:39 No.14311634

    Eh. We already did that. Variety is the spice of life, and we've lived a long ass time.

    And no need to be barbaric. The elf in the last thread insulted and attacked us first. Let's talk like civilized people.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)00:40 No.14311643
    don't introduce ourself or speak to him by name, jsut remove his runes, present him with a mirror
    "see anything different? missing perhaps?"
    give huge grin and disappear with a "ta-ta" and a wave

    then upgrade his ship a little
    >> CA 03/21/11(Mon)00:45 No.14311705
    True, true. You're right.
    I like this, but lets stay and talk to him about it instead of disappearing.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)00:45 No.14311710
    We should find out how loyal he thinks the crew is since quite a few could be loyal to the archmage to make sure he does beyond the bare minimum. This will probably change how he reacts if he knows part of the crew is there to get rid of him if he stops being useful.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)00:53 No.14311808
    Is it just me, or is the suptg archive of the first thread BORKEN?
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)00:56 No.14311835
    I know it's probably a waste of time but I kind of think we should revive the people who tried to stop us, with the knowledge intact that they failed to stop us, and just put them in the world and see what they do. I'm just amused at the idea of them chasing us, finally cornering us and then demanding to know what we've done and basically say just trying to pass the time since we're bored as hell.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)00:56 No.14311844

    Weird, it does seem to be borked. I could see it earlier while I was at my office. Good thing too since 4chan is banned but suptg isn't.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)01:00 No.14311884
    Same here. It was wroking earlier, borken now.
    >> Vedibere !!O+eQDn0BBx8 03/21/11(Mon)01:05 No.14311940
    You shrug slightly, taking a seat midair and folding your hands across your new potbelly while propping your feet up on nothingness. “Who I am is not important, what I can do for you is. What would you say if I offered to remove your tattoos, or perhaps stripped the mages in the city of their mystical powers?”

    Shifting his one-handed grip on the massive sword slightly, he wipes the flecked spittle from his mouth as he gazes at you. After a long minute he throws his gives a gravelly laugh and sneers. “Heard dat one before, and seen dat trick too. Best be havin’ some real business ‘ere or we’ll be seein’ how powerful ya really are.”

    You heave a sigh. Bothersome.

    A rethreading of reality and the tattoos are gone, and the mirror over the chest of drawers un-shatters, pieces falling back into place and remelding into a whole. “No tricks this time, see for yourself. If you prove yourself as interesting as I think then there can be more as well. Or I can leave you like this. Free, but at the tender mercies of a crew that, I’m guessing, is not yours and would not view your freedom well.”

    For his part the man reacts how you expect at first, staring at the mirror and feeling his neck. Then... he surprises you as he shatters it once again with his sword, throws his head back, and unleashes a deep booming laugh. He turns toward you with a smile and briefly lowers his head, bringing it back up after about a minute. “Ya have my attention, what is it ya want ta’ have done. Killin’ is easy, other jobs almost da same. An’ iffin’ ya can put da mages back down to where da rest of us stand, I’d be willin’ to trade ya whatever ya want. Dat good enough for ya?”
    >> Vedibere !!O+eQDn0BBx8 03/21/11(Mon)01:10 No.14312005
    I'm guessing a mod deleted it. The suptg archive actively reacts to deletions, so... yeah.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)01:13 No.14312028

    "What I ask is simple. Across the continent at this very moment someone is marshaling power and influence, gaining power at an exponential rate. In the weeks and months to come, it will become obvious of whom I speak.

    I wish for you to crush this person utterly.

    I will give you a little bit of help to get you started. Consider this city and its resources my gift to you, but it will not be enough. It will only be the start. How much you can grow, is up to you."
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)01:15 No.14312053
    "What is it with adventurers and assuming that a trade is invloved? I simply stated what I am going to do. What are you going to do once it happens?"

    Then give him the stuff from

    AND a pair of sunglasses which will prevent the elf from being able to meet his gaze, let him know what the elfs powers are (not telling him we gave them to her) and that he may want to be carefull if he intends to deal with that other city.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)01:23 No.14312139
    >"What is it with adventurers and assuming that a trade is invloved? I simply stated what I am going to do. What are you going to do once it happens?"

    "I have no interest in acquiring your loyalty or services, I simply noticed a potential of interest in you and decided to invest. I will never come calling on you to return the favour, there is no catch."
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)01:26 No.14312174
    "I see potential for greatness in you. You are, as some would say, a diamond in the rough. I have no other motivation or interest than to see you shine."
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)01:33 No.14312263

    This was to be added to


    By the way.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)01:48 No.14312428
    OP left, didn't he?
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)01:51 No.14312457
    nah he usually takes a while to write it
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)01:56 No.14312513
    I think we can all agree to give the guy some rad shit and send him on his merry way. Maybe give him some magic immunity gear to help him with the mages.

    Also enchant his voice to cause compulsion in whoever hears it. Not straight mind control, but make it more persuasive.

    The elf girl can stab people to create absolute minions but does so one at a time. I want this guy to be able to influence entire cities with rousing speeches to create legions of fanatics to his cause.

    (Anybody reminded of Code Geass? The anime? I think that's a good concept to apply here. We empower champions to rule and direct lesser men, but leave them to do what they want.)
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)01:59 No.14312540

    Actually, we're just fucking around. Later we're going to find a paladin like dude and prepare him to take on both of these guys.

    We're deliberately creating a massive clusterfuck for our own amusement here. We are not a benevolent deity.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)02:02 No.14312566
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    I hope you haven't abandoned us OP.
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    Good idea.

    I'm gonna post some awesome pics to bump the thread.

    Not too much though, don't want to turn this into an image dump.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)02:09 No.14312616
    You give a short chuckle and thunk your feet back down onto the wooden floor, standing once again. “I wonder why everyone feels the need to trade for gifts that would be freely given, these days. No, all I wish for in return is for you to act as you desire.” You pace up to him and cock your head to one side, looking up at the hulking brute with a smile. “I think I shall give you three gifts, it seems an appropriate number. First, no powers of any beings within this world will effect you, neither mortal nor divine. The only thing that may lay you low will be sinew and bone, steel or stone. Second, I think, the ability to control any ship which rides the waves as if they were an extension of your own will. The possibilities are endless, don’t you think? Finally, though your foes use stealth or guile none will bring you to harm. Poison, an arrow in the night, a fire lit as you are sleeping... none of these will bring an end to your story, but beware that a foe who faces you in combat will slay you as surely as any other mortal being.”

    As you list the powers Ugantu stands as if he were a statue, looking down at you. Eventually he nods, and asks a singular question; “Tha archmages too?”, and following your nod his lips split into a grin backed by unearthly black humor. “Den I’ll be seein’ them soon, I be thinkin’.”

    You discorporate and, almost as an afterthought, bestow the powers upon your new savage pawn. You have little doubt indeed that the results will entertain...

    Never fear, I'm just trying to find somewhere the first thread has been archived. I have all the posts I made backed up, thankfully, but I like seeing your thought processes as well. If anyone can find it, I would be much obliged.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)02:10 No.14312629

    I'll find something. wear your trip and focus on the thread, I'll find an archive.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)02:12 No.14312646
    sadly lacks images, though
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)02:12 No.14312649
    Fuck yeah OP. This is gunna be epic

    So, tiem to get our fanatical magical gril/Paladin liche.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)02:12 No.14312655

    Easymodo is your friend, mate.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)02:13 No.14312662
    do we really need a hero yet tho?

    maybe we should give them 10 years and then go looking for a hero.
    >> Vedibere !!O+eQDn0BBx8 03/21/11(Mon)02:13 No.14312664
    Right, my bad.

    That was me.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)02:14 No.14312665

    Hah awesome. Now to look for whoever the equivalent of Minsc is in this world and give him the most awesome powers.

    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)02:17 No.14312706

    Great idea! Give them some time to get to BBEG status. Of course we need to ensure both sides grow without one having too strong an upper hand.

    I suppose we could timeskip, but I'd prefer that we be thrown a a challenge in the vein of how we would keep the playing field even. Or whatever the GM would think would be a good story.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)02:18 No.14312721


    Give him an immortal hamster that has detect evil, limited clairvoyancy, and telepathically transmits him good advice.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)02:18 No.14312723
    For shits and giggles, cross half the world, find a random street urchin, and imbue him with two destinies: First, to personally come into the presence of ever more powerful beings until finally he stands before us once again; and second, to make it through every single encounter unharmed through sheer dumb luck.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)02:27 No.14312797
    rolled 1 = 1

    love this please keep it up
    love this giving him more and more powers till he meats us again and we send him back to when and were found him with only the memories to see what he becomes
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)02:40 No.14312911
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    Gonna post some more stencils, unless someone tells me to stop.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)02:47 No.14312994
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    his probable reaction to that
    >> Vedibere !!O+eQDn0BBx8 03/21/11(Mon)02:55 No.14313093
    Deciding to give your beautiful elf and powerful savage some time before executing the next step in your plan, you decide to watch the rise of the latter. Floating over the ship, you watch as Ugantu steps out of the cabin and throws his arms wide to the sky, yelling something in a tongue you are unfamiliar with, before striding to the bow and exercising his newfound powers. The ship shudders under the crew’s feet and they cry out in surprise and dismay as it tilts nearly fourty degrees in a turn sharper than any other vessel in this world has likely managed. A few men, wizard’s lackeys you imagine, try to run up and take the dark skinned brute by surprise, only to find their blades unable to slit his throat. Turning with a roar, Ugantu uses a single fluid motion to draw his straightsword and swing it in a great arc, cleaving the rightmost sailor in two and mortally wounding the second.
    >> Vedibere !!O+eQDn0BBx8 03/21/11(Mon)02:56 No.14313101
    Kicking the dying man free of his blade and into the ocean, Ugantu turns to the remaining sailors and raises his arms to the side, challenging any to come at him. None do. “YA FOLLOW ME, AN’ YA WILL HAVE THA WHOLE OF THE CITY TA TAKE FROM THA MAGES,” he thunders, “YA STAND AGAINST AND YA DIE.” He points his sword to the island, hardly any distance away thanks to the tiny amount of time they had been sailing away and the power of the magically accelerated ship. “NOW WE GO TA GUT DA BASTARDS, WHO HERE IS BEHIND DAT IDEA?” A wild cheering erupts from the men, accompanied by booming laughter and the shocked cries of hundreds, no, thousands of sailors as ships to both sides begin changing direction. Every ship the Lady’s Favor passes is conscripted into his cause, a few unable to handle the sharp turns and splintering into a creaking, screaming, sinking wreck. By the time they reach the ring of barges, the very air is shuddering with the cheering of swarming slaves, having already gutted their masters at seeing the approaching “Freedom Fighter” Ugantu at the head of an armada.

    You can’t help but giggle and clap your nonexistent hands at the sight. Joyous! Truly joyous! You are somewhat disappointed at the /complete/ lack of long term planning, though. Your elf did much better there. Well, no matter. This bold active stance makes for a good contrast with her more cool and calculating takeover. It will be MOST interesting to see which approach wins out in the end.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)02:59 No.14313133
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    I'm grinning like Ainsley right now OP.

    This is a masterfull quest.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)03:00 No.14313154
    let's add somthing to this

    Call up a huge and impressive storm behind him as he charges
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)03:05 No.14313202
    gotta say, the waits are long in this quest.

    But worth it

    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)03:08 No.14313228

    Awesome idea! Adds to the scene! The elf is a rogue, methodical and clandestine. This man will be an inspiring revolutionary!
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)03:08 No.14313239
    So we have a BBEG (elf) and an antivillian (Ainsley).

    Give em some time and then bring in a hero should go nicely.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)03:10 No.14313262

    Why not go for a fourth man?

    We have villain, anti-villain, Minsc is pretty much our next stop. Let's do Batman after that.

    And give Minsc and Batman reason to hate each other.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)03:13 No.14313291
    nah, don't want too many characters, makes it hard to keep track of everything.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)03:14 No.14313297
    so: villain Elf, anti-villain ?, hero Minsc, anti-hero Pirate
    + confused lucky orphan boy
    any others?
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)03:18 No.14313340
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    Seconded. Like black cop and white cop. One is a straight laced idealist that goes by the book, the other is a loose cannon with a heart of gold.

    Together they fight crime!
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)03:22 No.14313375
    We should find a mage about to turn to lichdom to bring himself eternity, and make him wake up from his rest with a fully-formed, single brilliant idea: He can achieve a form of immortality just like lichdom but without any of the downsides or vulnerabilities by undergoing a single, powerful ritual which will make anyone who loves him function as his "phylactery", forever, and make his lifeforce resonate with theirs so that he never ages. The only weakness of the approach is that if at any point no one truly loves him, he'll lose his immortality and perhaps die.

    If the planting of the idea is done correctly, he will immediately set out to implement it and make as many people love him as possible. I want to see how.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)03:22 No.14313379
    Magical girl. Just for the lolz. Just think about it. A would be necromancer is given the chance for COSMIC POWAH. And it turns him into a Magical girl, complete with sparkles, cuteness, etc. . . Of course, it will be a huge powerup, because we are dicks that way.
    Oh, and the more they use the powers the more they start becoming a Magical Girl mentally, too. How's that?
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)03:27 No.14313422
    trolling aside, sounds cool

    Never been a fan of magical girls but I'll second it for the lulz
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)03:29 No.14313435
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    Great idea, but how do they tie in to our current storyline? Unless...

    SUPER TEAM! Four heroes must band together to defeat the forces that threaten to plunge the continent to war!
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)03:30 No.14313454

    Of course we have to give them smaller scale powers so they have to work for it. Maybe some magic items.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)03:35 No.14313496
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    The most awesome part of this would be the doubletake that both ainsley-pirate and the elf will do upon encountering the greatest threat to their rule... and seeing a cute little girl in a fabulous costume
    >> Vedibere !!O+eQDn0BBx8 03/21/11(Mon)03:38 No.14313517
    Still here by the way guys, just trying to find the right words.

    >turn lich into animu magical girl do it for the lulz hahaha epic win XD
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)03:41 No.14313551
    They were entirely separate ideas, and conflating them does both a disservice.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)03:42 No.14313559

    We understand. Most of us have been on the other side of the GM screen, so it's cool.

    Also, thanks for not rising to the obvious trolls.

    And please ignore the massive hypocrisy in calling out a troll in a quest where we troll reality for our own amusement.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)03:43 No.14313565
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    >thinks it is being suggested for randumbs

    You clearly havn't seen madoka.

    ill drop it anyway xD
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)03:50 No.14313616
    It occurs to me that we're going about this in a rather inefficient way. Wouldn't it be better to make near-omnipotent servitors and have them constantly comb the universe for new amusing things and bringing them to our attention, or making more things which might become something worthy of being brought to our attention, rather than doing it all ourselves? We should be able to match their tastes to ours quite well, what with being omnipotent and all.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)03:51 No.14313626
    Don't feel bad about it coming to this OP.

    the more badass a quest thread the more pople try to make lulzy suggestions.
    ESPECIALLY when it invloves godlike powers.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)03:52 No.14313639
    Me, I just want an Ed the Undying type. Hob Gadling, even. I say we find the most average peasant imaginable and make him immortal, should be good for a laugh.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)03:52 No.14313640
    we are sick of doing that, hence being bored. Doing it ourselves in an inefficent way is 90% of the fun
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)03:53 No.14313651
    we are sick of doing that, hence being bored. Doing it ourselves in an inefficent way is 90% of the fun.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)03:54 No.14313661

    dammit, /tg/ has been messing up sicne this quest was started, last night too
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)03:54 No.14313664

    Hunting them down is half the fun. Think about it like an MMO. Sure you can have the bots do the grind for you, but what's the point in playing without the sense of accomplishment?

    And we have no shortage of time, we'll get around to it all eventually. Eternity and all that.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)03:55 No.14313671
    Its time to create greatest paladin ever.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)04:27 No.14313903
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    bump for the next bit.

    Is it just me, or is 4chan acting kinda borked today?
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)04:28 No.14313916
    it's not just you
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    Bump I guess

    Dammit OP, i knever know if ur gone or jsut taking a while
    >> Vedibere !!O+eQDn0BBx8 03/21/11(Mon)04:44 No.14314022
    >I'm here friend. Just wanted to keep the story just right.

    Turning back to the matter at hand and in progress, you note that the barges, houseboats, and else anything that floats is now heading for shore and, well, not slowing down at all. Taken by a flair for the dramatic you manifest an enormous stormfront that sweeps up behind the onrushing armada, making Ugantu to laugh even louder as he stands astride the ship’s figurehead and causing many on the ship and those around it to fall to their knees toward him. The medly of shrieks from the cityfolk fleeing higher up and into the island-state blend together with the cheers and impassioned screaming of the, now, likely hundreds of thousands of slaves, freemen, and terrified soldiers with commandeered ships which are all heading toward shore with reckless abandon.

    But not for long.

    With and enormous, sickening, air /ripping/ crunch the entire fleet slams into the man-made shore. Thousands are killed instantly in a horrific crushing death, and many more are flung forward to slam into the buildings and stone quays... but that’s hardly enough to deter the wrath of several hundred thousand newly freed slaves who just felt their submission collars suddenly stop working. A swarm of humanity spews forth from the thousands of shattered ships, rushing like an artificial tide down the streets and washing around buildings. At the forefront is your newly chosen brute, laughing and hacking at any non-slaves within is reach while sprinting for the city center.
    >> Vedibere !!O+eQDn0BBx8 03/21/11(Mon)04:45 No.14314027
    The mages are quick to respond, however, and from the five great spires in the center of the city issues a torrent of fire, lightning, and horrific darkness, engulfing hundreds and blinking them out of existence in an instant. Many quail, and the tide stalls before such awesome might, but Ugantu laughs all the harder, taunting the mages to strike him down as he heedlessly runs forward. As if in response a half dozen bolts of lightning and fire hurtle toward him, blinking out of existence as he raises his free hand. And that’s all it takes. United again, the living tide rushes forward once more, their cheering and screaming redoubled, all trying to be the first into the mage’s district behind their new leader.

    The storming of the walled mage’s district is bloody beyond words. Grinding their own kin into the gate and walls from the titanic surging force of bodily mass, eventually the gates barring the way give in and the slaves, armed with whatever they can lay hands upon, flood into the inner district. They are, predictably, met with the best trained guards money can buy and train, holding their shield walls against the tidal force of all the city’s freed slaves. Brutal combat sees pregnant women wrenching spears from their own bodies to stab the enemy with, guards in full plate borne down and cracked open like crustaceans, and you see one street urchin scale the side of a building only to jump down into a guard formation; instantly hacked to pieces but disrupting it long enough for the masses to overrun it and shred them with tooth and nail. As night falls the fighting doesn’t abate, merely casting the struggle into the flickering lights of the spells which constantly whirl overhead. Amidst it all, devastating stormwinds lash the combatants, flensing skin with razor sharp sleet and shattering bone with hail, making the streets run red with the blood of thousands.
    >> Vedibere !!O+eQDn0BBx8 03/21/11(Mon)04:45 No.14314033
    Despite all this, the rebellion is slowly pummeled and slashed to a shuddering halt. And here, it would have broken and failed... if not for the gladiators. Deep in the heart of of the city, between the five mage towers, lay the grand Arena housing over fifty thousand of the most elite slave gladiators in the world. And one of the archmages, you don’t know which, thought it would be a good idea to use them in the defense of the Mage’s District.

    Against a legendary gladiator champion and rebellion leader.

    The result is obvious. From the back the gladiator reserves slam into the wall of mage soldiers, brutally hacking and slicing their way through the ranks of the now terrified and broken men. Victory within grasp, the mob’s fury redoubles and the swarm through the gates even faster, a second surge now that the ones who went to break free friends and family return to the fray with their new conscripts. By the time the lower levels of the spires are breached it is no longer even a fight, merely a slaughter.

    For his part your dark brute has sustained only minor wounds, his reputation having been apparently well earned in the pits. Moving with a grace that belies his massive form, he darts around the slashes and thrusts of the elite magi-guards, brutally hewing limbs, heads, and torsos alike in nearly gladiatorial displays of violence. This ferocious skill combined with his new honor guard of elite pit fighters sees a rapid ascent up to the highest levels of the Paldon family spire. Finally, upon reaching the topmost level, Ugantu orders his retinue to kill only guards and strides through the great doors blocking the way to the grand throneroom.

    He is instantly met with a torrent of arcane wrath. Reality twists and bends as some of the most potent non-divine magics in this world are unleashed upon your pawn.

    He laughs.
    >> Vedibere !!O+eQDn0BBx8 03/21/11(Mon)04:47 No.14314045
    As suddenly as it started, the display stops and the sea-green robed man standing on the gleaming dias in the room’s center cries out in confusion. Throwing his hands out once again, his eyes widen and he stares at them, as if they had betrayed all that he holds dear. Well, they probably had. Arcing secondary defenses whip around to strike at all the intruders, but without even breaking stride Ugantu completely nullifies all of them, permanently. As he approaches the dias, eyes locked on the archmage, the man’s family rushes to him, weeping and pleading for him to do something. Wife, a sorceress herself knowing that their powers had been nullified. Teenage son and older daughter clinging to their parents for safety and comfort. Useless. The mage, Archlord Paldon you assume, slowly crumples to his knees, eyes never leaving his hands. “Why?” he whispers, “What... has happened? Why?”

    “I’ve been tha one ta happen, fool.” At the growl the mage looks up, just in time to briefly glimpse the backhand that lays him sprawling. “D’ya ‘member me? Ya came and took meh from mah tribe when I was but little. Did it all pers’nal. Wanted da best, an’ once ya got it put tha village to tha sword.” He stops, seemingly waiting for a reply. When none is forthcoming he nods, “Din’ tink ya would ‘member,” he says with a wicked smile, “but I do. Years in da pits, an’ when ya free me it’s jes for show.” His eyes slide over to the man’s family, and his grin widens, “Time I had a turn.”
    >> Vedibere !!O+eQDn0BBx8 03/21/11(Mon)04:47 No.14314051
    With that he casts aside his sword and seizes the mage’s daughter, shrieking and struggling against him, he rips free her dress and pushes her down, taking her there on the floor. The old man and his son both cry out and try to intervene but are swiftly pummeled to the ground. Over the wails and sobs of the lady beneath him he speaks, “Kill ‘da boy. Make da old man suffer. Do wat ya want wit da wife.” Chuckling to each other, they slice the boy’s throat and haul the archlord and his wife away, struggling and crying, leaving Ugantu to enjoy his prize.

    As sun rises over the city of Kaza, you walk the battle-torn streets. The dead or dying still lay in the gutters, and in some parts of it battle and looting still rage strong. For the majority, however, one thing is clear. The new republic of Kaza, under the rule of the First Freed, as they have begun calling him, is firmly under the control of your brutal pawn, Ugantu.

    For the first time in many an age, you feel excitement and a thrill running down your spine. The thought of your elf and brute clashing, and the future element of the Hero.... yessss.

    This is getting /truly/ interesting.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)04:56 No.14314115

    Ugatu has some issues I believe.

    Okay, lets do a quick checkin with the elf and then see if we can find a potential hero. Even if we don't push him/her toward the role untill these other two have had time to build up we might as well start looking now.
    I would suggest making the daughter into the hero but I think our hero shouldn't hate one of them more than the other.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)04:57 No.14314121

    Loving it OP.

    Two comments:

    First, please do shorter, faster updates. These are awesome, but some people start to lose interest.

    Second, if you're going to be gone a while writing up something huge please let us know in advance and maybe pop in once or twice just to let us know you haven't abandoned us.

    Other than that, keep up the good work.

    We now need to find someone truly simple-minded and kind. Not stupid per say, just simple.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)04:58 No.14314127
    Indeed it is. Lets cast our senses out to search for some suitable hero candidates, shall we? Oh but what shall the hero become? A dashing rouge? A kindly old spell-slinger? Or perhaps a knight in shining armour? I can't wait to find out.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)05:00 No.14314132
    This is excellent! Well worth the wait. This guy knows how to Chaotic Evil.

    We should check on the elf, make sure she's making progress.

    But I think we should wait until their powers grow a little before selecting a hero. Let them get used to being in charge, let's see what kind of empires they create. If they wind up making the world a darker place, it will be the perfect time to pick out a hero.
    >> Vedibere !!O+eQDn0BBx8 03/21/11(Mon)05:00 No.14314136
    I did pop in and tell you:

    Sorry it took so long, but the storming of a city takes a while to write. Hopefully it is as epic in word format as it was in my head.

    I'll try to stick to shorter updates, though, and leave the big shit for OPs.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)05:02 No.14314142

    We don't have to commit to a hero or heroes yet.

    Just look around and see what's out there.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)05:03 No.14314148

    howver we migth as well keep an eye out for a sutible candidate while we are at it.

    I am quite sure we are settled on some kind of paladin, mages are so boring after all. I also think our hero should be built up from somone powerless, as opposed to the already competant barbarian and assasin we have already.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)05:05 No.14314153

    yeah this was a big thing so it was good to do it all at once.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)05:05 No.14314155

    It was fairly epic.

    I did notice your note, but one little note in the middle of that huge time gap... for a while, I was half afraid your computer broke or something.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)05:08 No.14314176
    I peed a little. I'm sure our character did as well.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)05:10 No.14314187
    A paladin sounds good. Could be fun to appear as the incarnation of (insert local god here). We trying to make a Joan of Arc type hero?
    >> Vedibere !!O+eQDn0BBx8 03/21/11(Mon)05:11 No.14314194
    So check on your elf then?

    Sigh. Okay. Give me an hour or so, maybe a little longer.
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    Our ideal candidate for the first hero is someone with a strong sense of justice and charismatic. And most importantly: they have to be balls to the wall crazy.

    As we're going for 2 heroes also, I think one should be male and the other female. Keep things gender equal.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)05:14 No.14314211
    Lets not appear as any known god, because that would make the prospective paladin have a predisposition as to how we should act. And besides, we should probably do this one a bit more subtly instead of going POOF and handing out powers. Not that that hasnt been fun in the past, but I think we should work a bit more on this one.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)05:18 No.14314227
    Having two heroes is dicey. Heroes will be likely to work together, increasing their potential. I don't see the Elf and Ugantu working together. If we could have two heroes with totally opposed modes of operation/moralities, that would be a very interesting dynamic. But difficult.

    I agree. Subtlety is always more interesting.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)05:18 No.14314229

    She must have done SOMTHING impressive.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)05:20 No.14314238
    I say create an artifact somehow powered by good deeds and heroism for one of our heroes. The more heroic the undertaking, the more effective the artifact.

    Easy enough to contrive a way to put it into the hands of the "chosen one."
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)05:25 No.14314261
    I believe we're giving the 2 villains a headstart as to let them build up armies and such before unleashing heroes on them. But I can go either way, this quest is really fun, gotta hand it to the OP. Speculatan and plannan.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)05:35 No.14314298
    Balls to the walls crazy seems to be the main attribute we look for when deciding who to give powers to it seems.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)05:44 No.14314341
    We need to find a mental hospital and give everyone in there superpowers at some point. Just because.
    Preferably not in this world though, it might fuck up our "plans" too much.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)05:52 No.14314394

    We can give them a headstart just by putting our 'hero' halfway across the planet from them.

    I vote we do the love lich guy from earlier.

    Peace and Love for immortality. He might just do heroic stuff to get people to like him. The more people like him the harder he can BIG DAMN HERO.
    >> Vedibere !!O+eQDn0BBx8 03/21/11(Mon)06:08 No.14314490
    >Posting the first half, let’s see if you can figure out her plan.

    Satisfied and eager to see what has transpired in your absence, you depart Kaza and return to Melport, capital city of Mirant. In stark contrast to the burning metropolis you just left, this bustling city appears to have not changed at all. Disturbing. A quick check on Garrick, your elf Laressa’s new mindslave, doesn’t turn up anything. Rifling through his paperwork you discern that he hasn’t done much in the past week. He is quite the player in regional smuggling, merchant business, and criminal enterprises alike, but aside from signing all of his (quite significant) assets over to Laressa you can’t find any real changes. Bribery costs for the Duke of Melport’s son to look the other way with smuggling (seems he’s the harbormaster), ensuring the local toughs know the score, buying out of season supplies to cater an upcoming royal feast, and hiring a passing band of adventurers to kill some vampires who seem to have taken up residence in a local cemetery. The one thing you do note is that Laressa has used her new funds to order a /very/ expensive new custom wardrobe from the famous catman tailor Ar’vet, as well as an entire household staff, currently all housed in an inn off of Market Street. Hmm.

    Searching out the lady herself, you find her down by the docks talking to some manual laborers there. “C’mon lass, wots the problem with havin’ a bit a fun eh?” one says, and the others give laughs. For her part, Laressa sighs and gestures over her shoulder to the enormous half-orc looming there. “Listen you fucktarded whoreson bastard children of mountain goats, unless you want to deal with him you’ll make sure it stays closed. Got that?” At her words her bodyguard steps forward and hefts the massive axe in one hand, and a low rumbling growl issues from his throat. The dockhands go pale and nod, “Yeah sure ma’am, we were just playin, didn’t mean no harm by it.”
    >> Vedibere !!O+eQDn0BBx8 03/21/11(Mon)06:08 No.14314497
    Without a reply she turns and walks off, the half-orc lowering his axe and following her instantly. You hear a muttered “Bitch.” and she must have too, but it appears her restraint is more abundant when sober. She pulls out a notebook and, after scrawling a check mark next to what you assume to be a ciphered to-do list, heads to pick up a meat pie for lunch from a street vendor in the market. Taking a bite, she lets out a little squeal and quickly spits it out, reaching for something to drink and fanning her mouth. After looking at it and heaving a sigh, she leans against the food stall and watches the passing customers, after a while trying the pie again and finding it suitably cooled.

    Done with eating, she heads to a local tavern. Dear gods, surely she’s not going to get drunk again... and, huh, you’re right. Ignoring the stares and boisterous offers of companionship, she merely checks the job posting list then leaves, heading for Garrick’s shop. Curious. When she gets there she is let up /immediately/, without question, and treated with deference. At least she is making some progress, you huff.
    >> Vedibere !!O+eQDn0BBx8 03/21/11(Mon)06:09 No.14314499
    When she enters the room with Garrick he immediately stands and then drops to a knee, “What a blessed occasion for you to visit, my lady. What may this humble servant do for you.” Eh, maybe you overdid that dagger just a wee bit. She doesn’t seem to mind, though, and immediately takes the seat he just vacated, shuffling through his drawers. Eventually she gives up, “Okay, where’s the key? You said you’d have it by today. This can’t be put off, and I will be /very/ displeased if you were unable to acquire it.” Garrick, for his part, is quick to grovel and produce it from a chain under his shirt, “Of course I have it for you, my lady. I was afraid to store it anywhere but on my person, it is yours.” Snatching it from him, she immediately strings it around her neck and drops it down the front of her shirt, “Good, inform me of any problems, otherwise proceed /exactly/ as I have laid out. Understood.” He nods, “Yes mistress! Of course! I wish you luck.”
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)06:14 No.14314534
    I think long detailed posts are much better than short updates.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)06:14 No.14314535

    From cursory inspection possible infiltration to the royal feast and then cutting all the motherfuckers there.

    I mean it's a royal feast, anybody with any power will be there including the royal family.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)06:21 No.14314569
    Will she be attending somw grand ball/feast where all the officials and nobles gather, abd she'll try to stealth-poke the high players, rulers and rich nerchants and such?
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)06:36 No.14314641

    Either that or take the opportunity to kill everyone.

    Either one should be entertaining.
    >> Vedibere !!O+eQDn0BBx8 03/21/11(Mon)06:42 No.14314667
    Still here! Still writing! If you want to chat to alleviate boredom or something I'm hanging out in channel #OmniQuest at irchighway
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)06:59 No.14314736
    I think what I like most about this quest is seeing long-reaching effects instead of just looking at everything from our own small perspective as a single character
    >> Vedibere !!O+eQDn0BBx8 03/21/11(Mon)07:05 No.14314762
    >Christ, words words words. This is way longer than I expected. One more update after this.

    Intrigued, you follow her out and back to the warehouse with the underground residencies you saw before. She slips in with the half-orc, this time without challenge, and after talking with a few other thieves about how the feast means more nobles in town to rob, excuses herself to her room. For their part, they shrug and immediately take up the conversation again between each other. It seems her acidic tongue has had an effect there as well, not just in dealing with people she doesn’t know.

    Commanding the half-orc to fetch her two pales of water then rest in his room (opposite hers, you wonder how she evicted the previous occupant...) she strips down to nothing but the chain around her neck and thoroughly cleans herself, including producing a pair of scissors and spending nearly an hour trimming her hair back to her jawline in the mirror. Apparently satisfied, she dons a white robe and kneels in front of a small alter in the corner of her room, bowing her head, closing her eyes, and clasping her hands in her lap. On the top of the foot-high marble pedestal is a velvet drape, upon which rests... Huh. The two daggers you altered, both the defensive one and the mind-enslaving one. Last time you looked it was a black, rough-hewn obsidian alter to Vaul, god of assassins and murderers. Curious, you listen as she begins softly speaking, “Great One, I ask you to guide my hand for the morrow, let my plans succeed, and to please you. I thank you for the gifts given me and, though I know not who or what you are, ask that we may speak again some time in the future.”

    Is she... worshipping you? No, you conclude, not quite. Attempting to speak with you and communicate surely, but not outright worship. Hmm.
    >> Vedibere !!O+eQDn0BBx8 03/21/11(Mon)07:06 No.14314767
    Rising, she retrieves the daggers and sheathes them before removing the robe and sitting on the bed, lifting the key from her chest and staring at it. After briefly closing her eyes and clenching it tightly, she lets it drop and passes under the covers, extinguishing the lamp burning on her nightstand and quickly falling into a sound sleep.

    The next morning she arises early, as before, and quickly dresses and departs... without her bodyguard, having commanded him to stay there until she returned. Her first stop is at the inn where her staff is lodged. There she enters one of the rooms on the upper story and, inside, several handmaids await her. They exchange her clothes for a much more elegant blue saffron evening dress and then she... lies down in a long box stuffed with padding, being loosely nailed in. The task complete, one of the maids adjourns to the next room, returning with... the “dock workers” you saw her speaking to yesterday. Apparently they work for Garrick, the less legitimate part of his business considering their builds and weapons stashed about their bodies. Even more surprising, however, is the fact they are dressed in the clothes of various tradesmen. A butcher, a baker, two cooks, and a servant. Together, they lift the box Laressa is in and carry it to a wagon waiting outside, filled with similar boxes containing geese, spices, and various other foodstuffs. Carefully arranging it so her box is on the bottom, they then depart.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)07:09 No.14314786

    No time like the present. I don't knkow if it's just me, but I envision a grand entrance really ham it up. Choirs singing hallelujahs, a beam of light shining at our backs while we float towards the pedestal while farting rainbows.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)07:12 No.14314803
    I say we shrink ourselves down to a small animal and get in the box with her. Have a nice little chat about what is happening to keep her company while she waits.

    (assuming you havn't already written another section)
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)07:13 No.14314812
    >“Great One, I ask you to guide my hand for the morrow, let my plans succeed

    Y'know, I don't think she quite /got/ what we were trying to do here.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)07:14 No.14314813

    Ah, sounds like she wants to be disguised as a vampire of some kind. Maybe planning on getting presented to the nobles by the hired adventurers? I'm really curious to know what she's planning.

    I also failed reading comprehension. I propose we conserve that grand entrance to be performed at our next meeting.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)07:14 No.14314818
    Going with this

    shes in puitch black and hears "Well I guess that is one way to get in, it is nice seeing somone who understands the concept of subtlty. Anyway i heard you wanted to have another chat?"
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)07:15 No.14314819

    wasn't the whole idea to let them do their thing on their own after the initial help.
    No I don't think we should interfene and/or make appearances anymore, especially so early.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)07:15 No.14314823
    Take form of vampire, make box just big enough on the inside for us to fit in there with her. Trollface.

    >Ro00, shingsT
    ... That sounds like some really stabby angst.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)07:17 No.14314828

    I'm gonna second this. I'm not sure she gets it.

    "I would ask what you're doing, but I'm having too much fun trying to figure it out on my own. So, how is life for my favorite little investment? And where, pray tell, did you get the silly little idea that I was some form of Deity?"
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)07:18 No.14314833

    We aren't going to go and interfere.

    Think of it more like checking in on her.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)07:19 No.14314838

    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)07:28 No.14314877
    Pretty sure we already know what she's trying to do. And pretty sure we are some form of deity, albeit not a standard one. And when I said "not really sure she gets what we are doing," I meant that we are more a "huh, let's watch and see what happens" kinda god, rather than a "Hurmmm, yes, your prayer is worthy little minionling, I'll help" guy.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)07:28 No.14314880
    couldn't find the channel :(

    dammit, now i ahve to actually work on that uni assignment instead of procrastinating more.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)07:30 No.14314883
    we are a: "might be interesting to see what she specifically wants to talk to us about even if we are unlikely to agree to help directly unless it will result in an even more interesting situation" kind og guy
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)07:33 No.14314897
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    Just watching when there is a chance to suprise her sitting in that box?
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)07:33 No.14314898
    Precisely. The whole "praying in my room, asking for my plans to be allowed to go ahead" thing... Meh, if you need to talk, say so, if you have a plan, try it. If the plan's amusing enough, we might help a bit to enable more lulz. If it's not, all the praying in the world won't save you (unless those are really good prayers, or something).
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)07:34 No.14314899
    If we are going to be a small animal, let's pic a new one. We have been a rat twice in a row. Let's pick a more elegant creature, like a cat.
    >> Alpharius 03/21/11(Mon)07:35 No.14314904
    i agree

    Also, is anyone else having issues connecting to the first part?
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)07:36 No.14314905
    Why we would turn into a small animal when we have the perfect chance to appear as a vampire to the person trying to smuggle themselves in a coffin, I cannot comprehend. I like cats far more than the next guy, unless the next guy is a crazy cat man, but this is too good a chance to pass up.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)07:36 No.14314906
    meh, I'm still against iniciating conversation

    but do whatever you feel like.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)07:37 No.14314909
    It's dead, go >>14312646
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)07:39 No.14314916
    Don't think it's a good idea. Better to be as subtle as possible.

    Why the hell do we even ned to appear in person or as animal or whatever.

    Can't we just become invisible or appear as spirit or whatever.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)07:45 No.14314938

    I was going to suggest being a voice in her head.


    If anything, we should be asking about the god thing not because it may or may not be true, but because we want to keep her on her feet.

    We should also throw out something like this on the way out: "Remember, I'm not guiding you or helping you more than I have. Your success or failure is all up to you. Make me proud."
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)07:47 No.14314947
    Where's your sense of the theatrical? Let's do it with style.

    I vote we appear in front of her (while in the coffin) using the form we had last time. Do some temporary space fuckery to get us to fit comfortably.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)07:49 No.14314956
    Did The OP leave? Is he typing up the conversation?

    Is he ignoring the conversation so he can finish typing whatever it is she's done?
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)07:49 No.14314959
    stretch the universe so that the coffin becomes the office you took her to last time
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)07:50 No.14314963
    Fucking with space, of course! I think I, and everyone else are still thinking inside the box, so to speak.

    Let's do this.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)07:50 No.14314965

    There's no reason for it is why.

    We've already impressed upon her our vast cosmic might. Let's just talk to her, theatrics lose their appeal after a while.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)07:52 No.14314971

    Let's not. We aren't here for some huge flashy thing, we're just here to check up on her.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)07:54 No.14314982
    >I think I, and everyone else are still thinking inside the box,
    >and everyone else
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)07:54 No.14314984
    Well why settle with anything less than what we have already shown? Let's turn the inside of the box into an entire room until her trip is over and have a chat. As a nice bonus for her it won't be a cramped.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)07:55 No.14314991
    Sorry missed that one
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)07:55 No.14314993
    That's the challenge then, keep finding ways to top ourselves.

    And who cares what she thinks about us? We're dropping by because we want to. We don't give a fuck, we're omnipotent.

    Also we don't need reasons to do cool stuff.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)07:56 No.14314996
    good point
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)07:56 No.14314998
    Exactly! Any damned fool can be uncomfortable.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)07:57 No.14315004

    How about because it's pointless, stupid, and interfering with her plans in a completely meaningless way we said we weren't going to do.

    My god man, we get that we have infinite power, but do we have to use it every ten fucking second to appease you?
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)07:59 No.14315009

    If we don't care what she thinks, why are we trying to one-up the show every time we see her?

    That's just stupid. We should be getting LESS involved and LESS flashy.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)07:59 No.14315010
    Interfere how? Just because I don't want us to talk inside a damn cramped box and have the power to do something about it and still complete the objective doesn't mean we're being lazy.

    I would go as far as to say we were being considerate and making sure our guest is comfortable while we have a chat.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)08:02 No.14315019

    We don't have to be IN the box. We have INFINITE power. We could do this via magic phone-call.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)08:02 No.14315020
    Interest in this quest seems to have picked up.

    also im going to assume that OP is already writing up the next bit now
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)08:02 No.14315021
    How on earth are we interfering with her plans?
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)08:03 No.14315026

    Given how long it's been since he's said anything, it's equally likely that he's either left and forgot to say anything, or he started typing long before we said shit about having a conversation.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)08:05 No.14315029
    Yeah, and you want to use less power since you only have infinite of it?

    Admit it, this is just your personal preference. This has no tangible effect on her plans or indeed of anything other than her impression of us.

    I've already cast my vote, you've cast yours. Both are valid views and ways of doing things. I'm done talking about this and I'm just going to wait for OP to finish the next sectioni with whatever he decided.
    >> Vedibere !!O+eQDn0BBx8 03/21/11(Mon)08:05 No.14315031
    Still here, almost done, I swear! I promise!

    Crafting intricate plots is hard, guise. ;_;
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)08:06 No.14315041

    By getting involved.

    One person mentioned popping in to say hi, and now it seems everyone wants to turn it into a parade of magical power.

    Since we are after all fucking children and not somebody who has spent a staggering amount of years playing with every aspect of our power.

    That said, wouldn't a massive spectacle be a bit.,.. distracting?
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)08:07 No.14315044

    Don't worry man, You're doing an awesome job.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)08:09 No.14315049

    It's not so much a preference thing as it is going against the flow of what we were already doing.

    Shit, now I'm disappointed I said anything about talking to her at all seeing the can of worms it's opened.


    It's cool, take the time you need. Just pop in every so often is all we ask.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)08:10 No.14315050
    Yeah, because after giving her the ability to suck out people's souls by making eye contact and turn people into slaves by stabbing them, our appearing to her to make trivial conversation could well be a gamebreaking amount of personal involvement.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)08:11 No.14315052

    I actually suggested/voted it as a mockery, satire of her belief that we're some sort of deity that she would pray to. Then explain to her in the actual conversation that we don't work that way and set her straight. Or react to whatever she wanted to see us about, srsly.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)08:12 No.14315058

    The plan WAS 'massive boon, set it up, and then never touch it again'.

    Not the guy you're responding to, just thought I'd point that out. I'm against saying anything at all.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)08:16 No.14315068
    the plan was to have somthing interesting happen. Talking to them and seeing how they react is interesting.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)08:17 No.14315073
    that doesn't mean we wont turn up and talk or to make things interesting. so long as we aren't directly influencing things to her favour at least

    shit thats why we are doing this in the first place, we've spent centuries dicking around with our near infinite power and this is how we are entertaining ourselves for now`
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)08:18 No.14315074
    Amen! The goal is fun. And if the plan has to be changed to accommodate, whatevs.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)08:21 No.14315089
    Both the elf and the pirate are total badasses.

    Hopefully we can craft a hero who will compare.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)08:22 No.14315091
    You know what? Fuck arguing. This is done by majority rule apparently, and if the majority want to derp then derp we shall.

    Just wish OP would type a little faster because the next bit of posts is the only thing I'm waiting for before I go to bed.
    >> Vedibere !!O+eQDn0BBx8 03/21/11(Mon)08:25 No.14315101
    An hour later they arrive at the postern gate to the castle. After the guards take their papers and boredly inspect a few boxes of /another/ shipment of feast goods, they are wheeled inside and to the kitchens. Two of the flunkies haul the foodstuffs inside, but the other three of them briefly glance around and pick up two other containers, one hefting a much lighter one that was stashed next to Laressa’s and the other two hauling the one containing her through the kitchen and to an isolated cold-storage larder. A few minutes afterward she kicks free of the box (no small feat in a dress, you note) and sneaks inward and upward, toward the top of the central keep. She is spotted several times, but with by pretending to be lost but not wanting to admit it to a mere /servant/ (faked) and an air of snooty nobility (might not be.. quite as faked) manages to blend in with the other dignitaries here for the feast tomorrow.

    Once reaching the royal bedrooms she nervously looks around and draws the key free from its hiding spot, quickly turning it in the lock and slipping inside. Once the door is shut and locked behind her she quietly walks over to the window and, opening it, jumps out onto a tiny ledge below it. Closing it behind her, she inches, very slowly and carefully, to the side and out of view of it.

    Then she waits. For hours. Gods she must be freezing in that dress.

    Eventually, however, at ten past midnight the king retires to his bedroom. The queen retired to her room hours ago, but it could never be said that King Reginald II would retire before drinking all his ministers under the table. Servants scurry around, checking for assassins inside and out, but fortunately not finding your elf. After half an hour of preening, pampering, and drunkenly feeling up his maids, the king finally goes to bed. All doors and windows are locked, guards posted outside, and lights extinguished.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)08:25 No.14315102
    If you were there for the end of the first thread then you would know for a fact that OP doesn't give a fuck about majority rule when the outcome is derp. Or at the very least knows how to make it non-derp
    >> Vedibere !!O+eQDn0BBx8 03/21/11(Mon)08:25 No.14315104
    It is time. Easing back toward the window, you idly wonder how Laressa will open it. The locks on such windows were, after all, /made/ to keep assassins out. Sliding the defensive dagger from a sheathe on her leg, she eases it through the wooden frame and flips the metal lock on the other side, drawing it out without doing any damage. It takes a brief second for you to understand what happened, but apparently your elf has been putting her time to very good use indeed. A defensive knife... made to be able to block incoming blades but be unable to cut living things... or, apparently, formerly living things like dead trees. You clap your nonexistent hands in approval and let out a soundless laugh. Well done.

    Stealthily creeping inside, the rest of it is child’s play. She nicks the king’s hand and wakes him up, then has him escort her out past the guards who don’t even glance over. Apparently this is not the first time they’ve seen a mystery lady being escorted to and from the king’s room in the middle of the night. A short chat with the castle steward and a room and heavy guard is prepared for the “Lady DeKiron”, and she falls asleep smiling.

    The next day the ball is in full swing. An extra place is set at the kings right hand side for his newest arrival, a mystery woman that has set everyone’s tongue wagging. In the lead up Laressa doesn’t relax, however. No, far from it... she spends the early part of the morning pacing back and forth in her room and meeting with the king, whispering into his ear. Finally, she allows in the servants to bathe and dress her a bit before noon. Six hours later she is ready and, as per her commands, the king personally escorts her to the head of the great table. The room hushes as the king enters with Laressa on his arm, and the queen is well past red and into purple as they take their places.
    >> Vedibere !!O+eQDn0BBx8 03/21/11(Mon)08:26 No.14315107
    “Gentlemen and ladies,” he announces, “I have grave news on this joyous occasion.” He waits for the mumbling to die off before continuing, “You all know how much I love the realm, and how I endeavour to keep it safe from malign influences. Alas, it seems such a plague of darkness has taken root here in the capital... no, in this VERY ROOM!” and he slams his fist to the feasting table, to a chorus of astonished gasps by many of the attending guests and the sweet sound of steel being drawn by the guards all around the room. “But fear not! I have already rooted out this darkness from within the majority of the kingdom! With the aid of some of my closest advisers and confidants the purge was conducted just days ago. A purge of diabolical /vampirism/!”

    At this the room erupts in clamor, accusations flying between old enemies and new rivals alike, silenced only when the king holds up his hands and the pikes of the guards are leveled. “Fear not! With the aid of a band of hearty adventurers the purge is now complete.” With that he gestures to the guards by the door and it swings open, revealing a party of adventurers in battle gear, holding the small box brought in on the wagon. “What have you found, noble saviors?”

    The massively built woman in front holds the box up, then dumps the contents on the ground in front of her. Dirt, vials of blood, siphons, and sinister looking magical equipment tumble out, crashing upon the floor in time with the gasps of the noble guests. “Tools of darkness, my lord. Soil from a cemetery to rest upon, vials of blood to sustain himself, and malefic instruments that can subvert mortal minds and allow them to walk in the daylight. Everything a vampire needs to appear human and corrupt those around him!” The king nods gravely. “And where, fair woman, did you find these diabolic artifacts?”
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)08:26 No.14315111

    I've been here for the whole thing so far.
    >> Vedibere !!O+eQDn0BBx8 03/21/11(Mon)08:27 No.14315112
    “The chambers you have provided to Lord Montwain, ruler of Belgat castle and Duke of Melport, this very city!” she exclaims, and there is a moment of stunned silence before the room is filled with the screams of women and the bloodthirsty cries of their noble husbands. Amidst it all are two figures; the bewildered form of Duke Montwain, most assuredly not a vampire, and Laressa, still standing at the king with a cold smile spreading across her face. The adventurers spring into action as Duke Montwain stands, opening his mouth to protest. He hasn’t the chance, though, as the nearest guards behead him instantly, then the adventurers decend upon his corpse with wooden stakes.

    After order is restored the king holds up his hands once more. “I am afraid that is not all the bad news, friends. It appears that he moved through his entire family tree spreading the curse. The adviser and close friend I spoke of before stands before you, the dear Lady Laressa DeKiron. It is she who first alerted me to the threat and has been tirelessly working to purge it from our fair nation. She has provided me with detailed records and evidence, which I will show for all to see, of the illegal and horrific shipment of contraband goods, many of which she personally inspected and found to be either the vampires themselves, spreading themselves or paraphernalia such as has already been discovered!” With the announcement he turns to her and takes her hand giving a slight bow. She returns with a curtsy, and nervous cheers and clapping sporadically pops up around the room.
    >> Vedibere !!O+eQDn0BBx8 03/21/11(Mon)08:28 No.14315120
    “For her services in this matter of most dire importance to the nation and with the now vacant Duchy of Melport in dire need of a ruler, I announce that she shall assume the position as Duchess of Melport one week hence.” You look to Laressa, her smile having spread even wider now. You see her eyes sparkling as the king continues, “Furthermore, in recognition of the dire need to catch these horrific abominations that have spread themselves so far, I establish and bestow upon her the post of High Inquisitrix, to have authority over all citizens and governmental branches, both civil and criminal, to conduct the purge of these foul creatures!” By the end of the announcement the clapping is now deafening, and you see more than a few nobles sweating and glancing at both one another and Laressa.

    Amidst the chaos and applause your most fantastically wonderful and intriguing elf stands next to the king, no longer merely smiling but laughing as she bows to both the king and the assembled gentry.

    You can’t help but be impressed and, finally, caught up in the moment. A masterstroke to rival those you conducted in the past. Your booming laughter ripples across the face of reality, snuffing stars and creating others... yes, this was a worthy endeavour indeed.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)08:31 No.14315131

    OP has delivered. I can now rest.

    Glad you ignored the whole 'talk to her' thing.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)08:32 No.14315136
    Damn, I knew we made the right choice.
    This should be interesting

    Also, Vedibere, this is amazingly good writing - when this eventually finishes you should throw up the completed thing on the internet or something

    has this been archived?
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)08:33 No.14315143
    The link to the old thread doesn't work so I have no idea what's going on.
    >> Vedibere !!O+eQDn0BBx8 03/21/11(Mon)08:35 No.14315157
    I even said in the last part I posted that there was more incoming. I was writing that whole time. Besides, you said at first you wanted to check up on how your elf did. You got to see her plan unfold! Hope it was worth the wait.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)08:35 No.14315158
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)08:36 No.14315160
    I went ahead and archived this, not sure if you're going to keep going right now.


    The sup/tg/ one is borked, I'm trying to get ahold of LL for that. For now use the Easymodo one linked in the thread.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)08:37 No.14315166
    A single whisper in her ear

    "Well that was very interesting indeed"
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)08:38 No.14315174
    Ooh, couldn't help yourself with that last jab eh?

    It was very much worth the wait. I'd still like to talk to her to see what's up.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)08:41 No.14315190
    Now let's turn ourselves into a hot chick and take Laressa to bed to cap the whole thing off.

    >Captcha earned, thistte

    Earned indeed!
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)08:48 No.14315233
    How about no?
    >> Vedibere !!O+eQDn0BBx8 03/21/11(Mon)08:48 No.14315238
    Think I'm going to call it here for now. Will check the thread for suggestions and comments before making the OP, so continue with suggestions if you have ideas, and I hope you all had as much fun as I did!
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)08:50 No.14315252
    So what should we do next, talk to our elf? Find that hero?

    Or just play with gravity or something equally pointless as we wait for time to pass.
    >> Vedibere !!O+eQDn0BBx8 03/21/11(Mon)08:50 No.14315255
    Oh, right, blah. Next thread probably at Tuesday, starting time around 18:00-20:00. Hope to see you then.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)09:22 No.14315530
    Hm, our elf seems to have found herself in a powerful position. You know, I find it rather interesting that we took very.. normal races and we gave them power and let them warped themselves. Perhaps we can do the same to a normally monstrous race? Perhaps we can even make our hero a vampire! Or even better, a young child, aspiring to become part of the High Inquisitrix forces only to find that she is evil herself.

    Undoubtly the savage country of the Freed Men will find themselves in a rather simple government. I wonder if our Ugantu will find himself rather the freedom fighter of ALL free man, or whether he will stay within his little kingdom. The former would be more interesting.

    >mfw we see all of this in novel form and this is all just a way to get /tg/ to help Vedibere get book ideas.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)10:34 No.14315997
    Bump to spread the awesome.
    >> Anonymous 03/21/11(Mon)10:36 No.14316004
    Working link to firstt thread for newcomers:


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