Choose carefully, for the fate of the world might depend on your actions, young one.What is:>Your name?>Gender?>General location?>Your chosen art of magic?>Miscellaneous information>Majority vote wins out, but roll a 1d10 in the event of a tie
Inner magic.>we sayin nowFailing that, nature magic, because the training sound fucking rad.
Uh, just for clarification, the Mage War isn't between mages, but rather it's the mages against an external threat to humanity.Or at least that's what I'll tell you right now.
Um, am I the only one here?Kick ass. Um, if no one els shoes up, then I'll stat things off with some suggestions.>Dave Davesson, a name for which you have received no end of shit>Male>Work-study on an achreological excavation in the arabian peninsula>inner magicArchaeology grad student. Currently working on a dig on some newly-discovered ancient city, buried beneath the desert sands
>>19585504I guess you are the only one here, which uh, is fine with me I guess.Seeing as I've already made you wait 9 minutes, I think it's only fair we begin this foray into Magic warfare.>Engaging simulation
These usually pick up after things get rolling. I hope.
>>19585504You are Dave Davesson, a 27-year old grad student working on a dig in Oman, having uncovered hitherto unknown ruins. In fact, this hints of an unforeseen civilization. Possibly the most revolutionary discovery in modern history, and you're part of it, Davesson. Of course, you're about to become part of something much, much bigger."Dave, stop daydreaming and help me with my luggage, will you?"Professor Hayes calls to you. You know you're here as his assistant, but it's still a bit demeaning to have to carry the man's luggage, I mean it's not like he's -that- old.You're fresh off the bus and about to enter the hotel, when Hayes looks at you and chuckles a bit."Why are you taking your luggage off the bus, Davesson? This isn't your hotel. Not enough money to afford such a grand hotel for you, no no. Your hotel is just down the road. The bus will wait until you've carried my luggage to my room."He always was a bit of a douche.>What do you do?
Well, I'm also here. Should I trip fag just so you can tell us apart, or no?
>>19585614No no, it's fine. I'm okay with running this even if it's just one guy. For me, the most important thing is that SOMEONE is enjoying it.That said, if you find something to be annoying (update intervals, quality of images posted, frequency of anything), let me know.
>>19585637Swing the luggage to bash him upside the head, take his wallet along with all his papers, and tell everybody I'm professor Hayes.>>19585609Will do, magebro
Shit, just slow enough to lose my vote for Void magic.The rest of it is fine though, carry on.
>>19585609Carry the mans damn luggage. If that what it takes to be on a journey of discovery, we're damn well doing it. And putting a scorpion in his bed at the earliest opportunity.
>>19585637Suck it up and do as he says. I gotta get that doctorate.
>>19585693>>19585681You look at Professor Hay-, no, that asshole doesn't deserve honorifics. You look at Caleb with scorn, but you feel it might be better to just suck it up for now. Once you're famous and immortalized in the history books, you can always make fun of him on some talkshow or other.You carry his luggage to his room without much ado, spying a man lounging in the corner. He repulses you.Disgusting.Wait, why did you just curse at him under your breath? It's not like he did you anything. You're probably just venting your anger at Hayes on an innocent bystander, but it's not like he's going to get hurt just by you being angry at him.As you ready to leave Hayes' bags at his door, he flips a coin in your direction, which you narrowly grab. "For your trouble, Davesson", he says, with that trademark grin that makes you want to punch him so hard, he'd be able to feel your fist next thursday.Worst of all, the coin he gave you isn't even fucking local currency. It's a goddamn lira.What the fuck are you going to do with a fucking lira.You angrily exit the hotel, boarding the bus to yours.Oh.Oh dear.>next post incoming
In the interest of not getting thrown into an Omani prison before we get magic (or after we get it, because seriously fuck that) I say let's move things along.>Do as he says, call him a douche under your breath. Get settled in the area.
>>19585747This place is a hellhole.How on Earth anyone could demand money for a stay at this derelict manure-stinking cesspit.How the hell does wood rot in Oman? This isn't even logical!Your anger rises incredibly fast, scaring your driver somewhat. It's almost palpable, despite you not saying a word. He urges you to pick up your bags in his broken English.You catch a glimpse of... something, walking along the street before it disappears just as fast. What the heck..?You're befuddled by the growth of trees around this place, but hey, they're dead, so maybe this place went tits up recently.A friendly, unintelligibly fat Arab guides you to your room.There's a bed.And a toilet.And a sink.That's it.Nothing separating the two either.Ugh.What we must sacrifice for science.You unpack your bags, as you hear a knocking at the door.>What do?
>Your name?Momma>Gender?Yes>General location?Behind you>Your chosen art of magic?Mental>Miscellaneous informationAfter I learn the mental magic i will mind rape the other four into teaching be their arts. And then I will rape the void mage. While everyone watches. Because mental magic is awesome.
>>19585824>>19585747>Jeez, I type slow as balls
>>19585824Calm down and answer the door.>>19585829>It may help to get type out the predictable or easily-changed beforehand or during the parts where you wait for decisions. Get started, go!
try to calm the fuck down and answer the door.also spend as little time as possible in this cesspit of a room.
>>19585824Open the door, and immediately swing my empty suitcase at whatever's knocking.
>>19585824Open the door.Get on the floor.Do the dinosaur.
>>19585859>>19585860You calm down, counting to ten, reminding yourself of the importance of what you're doing here.You open the door to the visage of the man you saw in Hayes' hotel.All that hate you had before?Gone.Now, there is only fear.You never thought a guy with a top hat and monocle could look so imposing.He looks... gaunt.Pale."Might I come in, young man? I would like to have a word with you."You notice he's already put his foot in the door. You... you really think this might turn out badly.He lights his pipe.Once.Twice.Thrice."Well?"
>>19585921DM, YUNO let me solve problems with violence?"Come in, sir. You can have a seat on the toilet", sit him down on the toilet of my shitty studio apartment.
Uh.... ok I guess, w-what's your name?
Hagiwara, YayoiFemaleJapanVoid MagicOf course I choice the void mage he looks like a real man!
>>19585921Well, if he wanted to kill us, he'd do it. We stay cool and collected betraying no fear or discomfort. Let him in and make a remark about the lack of chairs. Sit on the bed and wait for him to speak.
>>19585984>I would let you do so, if it was the majority vote. Quite honestly, you're about to fight in the War of the 5 Arts. Consequences will never be the same, and mugging your professor won't harm much in the grander scheme of the cause."Uh.... ok I guess, w-what's your name?""Malhar Advani, my friend. You are Dave Davesson, yes? Such have I been informed, at least. You may call me Mr. Advani."You look at him, a bit incredulous. Malhar Advani? What kind of name is that?"I, uh, I guess I can't really offer you a seat other than the toilet."He looks down at you. You didn't realize before how tall he was. He doesn't seem angry, though. Neither does he look displeased.In fact, you're not sure he looks like he has any emotions at all."I will stand for now. I needn't say much."He hands you a plane ticket."What.. what is this?""Your plane ticket, of course. You're going to India."What?Did he just say what you think he said?What the hell's going on.He sees your befuddlement, and interjects before you manage to open your mouth:"Well, Mr. Davesson, I will be leaving you now. I will be seeing in New Delhi soon."You... what?You're lost for words as he begins to walk away. You have to meet up with the Professor at the site of the dig in one hour. The time on the ticket needs you to be at the airport in four. You'd have enough time to go to the Professor and tell him to go fuck himself, but not much else. Long trip from the dig to the airport.Malhar Advani's about to leave, Dave.
>>19586132Try to ask him what it's about, if he answers, keep pressing questions until he doesn't. If he doesn't respond, then fuck it, move on.Consider value of the dig. It must be quite valuable to my doctorate since I came all the way to bumfuck nowhere. I can't just go off all willy-nilly at the random behest of someone I don't know. OP, we must know not only how close we are to our Doctorate, but whether we can make it up later if we decide to skip out.
>>19586199Your thesis depends on information you can extract from this dig. If Hayes publishes it all before you get a chance, you'll need to find something completely different to write about.You'll probably have an extremely difficult time getting a doctorate if you don't participate in the dig and contribute.This is a completely unknown civilization, so it's quite historical.
>>19586132Mr. Advani, why in the hell are you offering me a trip to India?
>>19586242So, same as earlier, except if he doesn't give us enough information, fuck him. We go off and work on what we've spent ~8 years and thousands of dollars working on.
>>19586246>>19586199>ask him about the trip"Mr. Advani, why in the hell are you offering me a trip to India?"You look at him for a while before realizing what you just said to a man who is quite obvi-WaitWhy are you even afraid of him? It's not like he's dan-And then he looks at you and you feel very close to pissing your pants right then and there."I can't discuss this here. Suffice to say, it is far more important than rediscovering things every single one of us already knows."Wait, does he know about the dig?"Why can't you tell me? And how do you-""I can't tell you because she would never let me."He point his cane behind you, nearly hitting you in the head.And there she's standing.Woah.Who's she?You look back to Advani, but he's...Did he just pull a Batman?"Don't go with him Dave. Continue your dig, Malhar isn't worth your time, nor is his master."She starts walking away too.JUST WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?
>>19586334You, who are you? I'm guessing Mr. Advani is Malhar, who is his master, why are you being so cryptic?
>>19586334Close the door and consider getting away from this "hotel."
>>19586334"Bitch, if you want me to do something, fucking give me something to work with. Why the fuck are you both being so mysterious?"Then leave in a rage, making sure my/our/you/whatever luggage won't get stolen.
>>19586364>>19586369>>19586376"Just, just who the fuck are you people? Stop fucking with me damn it, just tell me what's going on!"Your anger is drowned out by the response of utter silence.The woman doesn't seem to care much."Bitch, if you want me to do something, fucking give me something to work with! Why the fuck are you both being so mysterious!"She still won't reply.Fuck her.You turn to your door, locking it with the key you were given.The door doesn't have a lock.Why doesn't the door have a lock.Why does this door.In this hotel.Not have.A FUCKINGLOCK.This isn't mysterious anymore, now you're certain. It has to be a fucking prank. Hayes is being an asshole again, and this isn't even a fucking hotel.Well your shit isn't getting stolen, that's for sure. You hide it under your bed and leave this place, heading for the bus that will take you to the dig.You look at your ticket, sighing.He's had this printed out for a good while. At least a week.How did he know who you are?Why does he want you in India?Who is he?You let these questions dwell as you pocket the ticket with a firm and unwavering apathy.Fuck this, I'm just going to get my Ph.d. and leave.You miss your brother. At least he knew how to say things how they were. The streets are pretty quiet actually... they let you think.Supposedly, the discovery was done by a bunch of Omani peasants who decided to notify a connection that Hayes has in Oman. How Hayes has connections in Oman, you don't know.Fucker probably imports milk of the poppy for drugs or some shit.You board the bus...That's weird.You were supposed to be alone in the bus, but there's some guy...gal...person, sitting in the back. Probably another of Hayes' tricks... but..?>what do
>>19586514>oh god I type like a geriatric cow what the fuck am I doing>If you want me to speed up, I could try going down on the elaborateness and shit
>>19586514You, mysterious person. Explain what is happening to my life. Don't be cryptic, please.
>>19586514>>19586542Just sit down on the bus next to a window and stare out across the landscape.While you're waiting for us to decide and vote, write shit out before hand, the obvious stuff at any rate. Also start making notes on where this is going to go and where it's been. We need consistency and a goal.Keep the detail. It's really quite nice.Also work on that typing speed.
>>19586598I try to write shit out beforehand, but I also try to keep it spontaneous, since I don't really want this to be some kind of CYOA thing.You're free to do whatever you want, and so I avoid writing too much.Just now, for example, I had written about 9 lines for >>19586570but since you voted for something else I deleted it all and am now waiting for someone to get the majority vote.(I have a goal in mind for you, by the way. There is a very clear, very transparent progression, trust me. Things haven't even gotten started yet.)
>>19586616Don't delete it. Write in Word or a similar program and save everything, in case you need it.I'm voting for >>19586570, by the way.
>>19586514wow, how about first we calm the fuck down and stop raging at fucking everything. we sound like a douche so far...
>>19586570”My colleagues have been scoping you out as a potential pupil, gauging your behaviour and abilities, trying to see whether you are fit for their method of training. Not all of them are the actual masters, of course, but you’ve only just met over half of them. Advani wasn’t a master, but Anton is a busy man, so he sent him in his place.Each of them wishes to be the one who teaches you their own Art.”He buries his face in his sleeves, grabbing his legs and sitting in a strange position, grasping his legs while sitting on the seat.“One of my colleagues has already ruled you out, though. She figured you weren’t much of a nature person. Didn’t want to waste her time chasing straws. Can’t blame her.Wouldn’t myself, either.” What.
>>19586702That's interesting, so you guys are wizards or something like that. I have three major questions. Why me? Why now? What are the different Arts?
>>19586725Yes, humor them.
>>19586702This dose of weird has knocked me out of my rage! Keep pressing for information. One bit of which is "who are you?"
>>19586773"That's interesting, so you guys are wizards or something like that. I have three major questions. Why me? Why now? What are the different Arts?"He looks at you, oh God, he's looking at you.This is the first time you've gotten a good look at his eyes... you wish you hadn't...You read a bit of Nietzsche in your younger days, back when you were still angry and angsty.You know what happens when you gaze into the abyss..."I can see why Yevgeniya had her doubts about you. You're definitely not very intelligent. Almost correct, but not very intelligent nonetheless."His eyes, oh dear lord in heaven, his eyes.It feels like they're piercing your soul."Who... who are you?""Kaoru."That... wasn't the answer you had hoped for."And for your questions, the reason you've been chosen, is that you can do what we want you to. The reason it must be now, is that we hadn't found you until now. And the different Arts, well I'm certain whoever becomes your master will teach you. Won't be me, however. You lack what I need."He then just sits there... not moving, not responding.It looks like he's not even breathing.
>>19586874>KaoruWell, that's encouraging."What do I lack? Intelligence?"
>>19586874Well, a point in your favor is that you have been much more forthcoming than the rest of them, and I thank you for this.Given that you weren't planning on recruiting me, why did you decide to bring me here and talk?
>>19586930>>19586939Kaoru doesn't seem to respond. How disappointing.You'll be arriving at your destination soon. You could try to force something out of him, although given what he's just said, he's either a raving loon, an actual wizard or some fucked up shit, or he's hired by Hayes to make your life miserable.The former and latter seem rather plausible to you, right now. The middle one seems to boggle your mind.
>>19586960>should I take this as you not being willing to disturb him further and move on with the game?
>>19586960Sit down, gather thoughts, concentrate on work, get off bus, get to work.In that order.
>>19587017We can't seem to bother him much more. Let's move on.
>>19587017Yeah, he already gave us far more in the way of answers than the rest. Collect ourself, calm down from all the weird shit that has happened today and get off the bus at our stop.
You decide to sit in the bus, thinking about what's been said and done. It's been a weird, weird day. You have no idea what's going, and quite frankly, you're not sure you want to know. No, no, you definitely want to know. What the hell?The bus stops, a good distance from, well, anything."You walk now. Professor say I, not allowed." The chauffeur smiles at you. Wait, is he not noticing Kaoru? You look to your si- HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK HE'S GONENope, nope, nope. You're done with this. You're not going to dwell on this. You're going to walk the rest of the way, get your doctorate, and get the FUCK out of Oman.This place is weird as hell.You walk for about half an hour, not exactly certain where to go if not for your GPS, and then, as the sand clears, you see.
>>19587171This is…Magnificent!You’ve never seen such a wonder before, in your entire life, you will never see such a wonder again!Oh Hayes, all this abuse has been worth it, if only to see something this astonishing. You bask in the splendour of the “dig site”, which turned out to be an actual goddamned city, hidden away inside a fucking desert cliff range, of all things.You didn’t even know a thing like this could exist. “Stunning, isn’t it Davesson?” Hayes says, as you gleefully nod.“Apparently, the city was revealed to exist after a rather severe earthquake shook up everything.”That’s not how tectonics are supposed to work, but you don’t care, bec-Wait.Wait.Wait.This can’t be what Advari was talking about, can it? You think for a second before turning to Hayes.“You look positively uncelebratory. Is something the matter? You’ll be carrying all these fantastic artifacts back here to the van so we can study it in a more suitable environment. We’ve never even heard of this place, nor the people who could conceivably have constructed it. You’re part of history now, boy. A footnote, yes, but a part nonetheless.”The words of a truly arrogant man. Best to ignore him.You think for a second before realizing something obvious.“Uh… how are we supposed to get over there?”“Why, didn’t I say you were going to carry the artifacts back here so I could study them? I’ve got mountain-climbing equipment in the van, come on.”He happily moves toward his own hummer as you think about what he just said.He’s not kidding.
>>19587178It's worth working with such a dick to interact with such a large piece of history. Get the equipment.
>>19587171Why does the picture blatantly lie?
>>19587200You think for a while.Mountain-climbing?You've never, ever in your life climbed a mountain before.While you're open to new things, this could potentially kill you, yet he didn't even bother to buy you lessons or hell, someone who actually had experience so that you could do your job, examining the goddamned ceramics.
>Aram>M>Chicagoland area>Big on survival/camping, avid shooter>Inner magic
>>19587225You angrily contemplate what you're about to do, before resigning to get the equipment and getting to work.History will remember you, you suppose.Fuck Hayes so goddamned much."So, Davesson, all you have to do, is get over there, fill this bag with everything you can get your hands on CAREFULLY, not like you jerk off or anything, and in SEPARATE rooms, so as to avoid them crashing together like, well you and every person who isn't you, and remember not to disturb anything that isn't removable.I'll come back with a separate team tomorrow and research the actual ruins.""Uh, we'll come back you mean, right?""Sure, if that makes you happy."
Just so you know you have a me (a as yet unposted) anon watching. If things slow down or you need more players i might join in.>Academie staofteYes captcha, we are here to learn.
>>19587256You grab the equipment.How the hell are you supposed to use this stuff?>roll a 1d10 for success of mountain-climbing, first roll counts>sorry for splitting everything up in different posts, I accidentally submitted the first part, and didn't want anyone to respond to it without the rest of the post, so decided to post it fast.
rolled 7 = 7>>19587277Rolling for climbing, hoping not to go splat.
>>19587299>Success! You have no idea how to work with these things, but you sit down, read the manual, and resolve to learn.You spend quite a while testing your equipment. Ropes, picks, seeing if your helmet's up to par, all the while listening to Hayes' infuriating laughs. Everything the man does pisses you off nowadays, for some reason.You spend some time practicing on a cliff wall, seeing if you can actually climb anything at all, and it goes fine, as far as you know. Your safety rope's even working as it should, although you now know that there should be two people together while climbing the cliffside, something Hayes was probably oblivious to.You travel over to the ruins, bag on your back, equipment strapped to you, hope in your heart that you can finish this damnable course in archaeology, as you see.. is that an old man?Well it's certainly a man.And he's certainly old.Old as balls.Damn.He's looking right at you, and you have to wonder, how the hell did a man his age get to this side of the ruins without any visible equipment, at least?"Come, child, I've been expecting you."
>>19587352Impostor! >What do you do, though? Forgot my tripfaggotry
Fuck it, this has gotten really stupid. We have shit to do, and it'd be more interesting to listen to Hayes scraming at us then these guys cryptic bullshit.
>>19587352Hi, I'm guessing you're one of the wizards I've been hearing about. Could you tell me more about yourself, what I'm needed for and some details about your art?
>>19587370>Is this a call for more clarity? The cryptic stuff is intentional, but if it is disliked, I can dial it down a bit.
>>19587390No, in character. I like the wizards being cryptic jerks.
>>19587389>>19587370>Ignore? Engage? Flirt? What do, what do?
>>19587412Engage, talk to him, be polite, seek answers.
>>19587352Ask how he got there, why he's expecting, and what's going on. Hayes can fuck off so take as much time as needed to gather information. Also, be nice to this gentlemanly old man.
>>19587469>Taken, since I don't want to keep you guys waiting for too long."You've been expecting me, sir?""Yes.""Why?""I think you know that, my child.""Are you another of the masters, sir?" you ask him."Yes, my child. I am. And I believe I will be the one who will be yours."Well, that was blunt."You..you're certain?""Yes, quite. None of the others will be able to teach you what you are good at. It takes quite a bit of discipline to be what you are. Discipline is what I require. You don't have much willpower, nor are you very smart, and you're certainly not the ruthless master of cunning that Advani or Anton would require. You're a good, honest young man, and that is what I seek.""Please, I beg of you, what is going on?"He rises in a blur, standing right in front of you before you can even blink."Things that ordinary men are neither meant to know, nor shall they ever know. You're special, my child."Well, that's certainly news to you. "How... how did you..?""This is what I will teach you, my child. The mastery of the self."He stretches his arms in different directions, bending his knees, lowering one outstretched arm to the ground, placing the palm of his hand on the tiles that makes up the ruined remains of the city.And that's when everything began to be destroyed.The destruction rippled from his palm and outwards, cracking the ground and destroying everything you've worked so hard to build up over the years. All this knowledge, gone."WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!">what do?
>>19587577Freak out, as your course credits are in danger if your work has been fucked.LOOKS LIKE ANOTHER YEAR IN GRAD SCHOOL LOL
>>19587577Cry. And don't stop crying.Curl up into a ball and cry.If your thesis subject is fucked, then you can't graduate.If you can't graduate, you have to pay more money to go back to start a new thesis on a new subject for several more years.In the pit of your heart, you realize that you weren't really writing your thesis up until your defense anyways.
>>19587609>>19587590Just so you know, and as I might not have described it as well as I should have:Everything's collapsing, as you speak.The whole place is falling apart.
>>19587577Look back, see if the professor notices, then try to stop him with all your stupid might.
>>19587577Well, there goes my thesis. I am saddened by the loss of the architecture, but this was probably his city before it was ours.Ask if part of our teaching will involve him telling us of this place before it became a ruin.
This guy is all about discipline so show him some goddamn discipline.Stay as straight faced as possible.
>>19587621Well, see if he is motioning us to go somewhere with him.If he is just standing there and he wants us to learn discipline than we should stay here and watch it fall.
>>19587621Run away from the crumbling before you die. That, or grab the old man that killed the structure.And DON'T STOP YELLING ABOUT YOUR LOST THESIS AND HOW MANY THOUSANDS YOU'LL HAVE TO BEG FOR TO START OVER FOR FOUR-ODD MORE YEARS IN GRAD SCHOOL
>>19587622"No! Stop it! I need to, I need to write my thesis! I need my doctorate! Please stop!"You try to grab his arm and lift it away from the epicentre of the ruination, but to no avail. He's even firmer than the ground he's standing on.>>19587609You panic, you fall to the ground and cry, cry, cry as you discover just how fucked everything is.The city is ruined, Hayes will be pissed, and you'll never get your Ph.d.A rock almost smashes your head as it falls beside you before you snap out of it.>>19587631You calm down, realizing how completely pointless it is to do anything. Your thesis was never going to be acknowledged by Hayes. He'd steal all the knowledge you'd accrue anyway, and this man can teach you more than pottery ever could.Curiousity is still a part of your nature, though."Will... when you teach me, sir, will you tell me about this place before it became a ruin?"He looks to you, almost remorseful."My child, I'm sorry this must be done. This is a place that belongs to the past. The world must never know of this place, and your former teacher will 'forget' anything he ever thought he knew of this place. My colleagues will makes sure of it. Come with me, child. I will teach you the ways of our people."He stretches out a hand to you.
>>19587690>I really wanted to include this but I felt enough time had gone by without a post and I am 100% shitty at fast writing
>>19587718Take his hand, learn his ways, this is far better than a silly Ph.D.
First off>About to train to fight a magic war>Freak out over some pansy ass paperI fucking swear you guys.>>19587718Take his hand and pledge allegiance to his ways
>>19587718Take his hand, but promise him you're not drinking any yak-butter tea. Or any yak dairy products.
>>19587819>I GOTTA BE D'ED 'ARD FROM DA GET GO LIKE A REAL MANLY MANWTF? It's the beginning of a quest. You're no tough guy.
>>19587855What im saying is that our imminent training is a lot more important seeing as training will keep us alive and the paper won'tYa follow me?
“I swear, I will learn the ways of your people.Master.”You grab his hand and holyshitwhatthefuckishedoingwasthatabackflipohmygodYeah, this is no ordinary man. As the ruins crumble, he’s positively jumping from rock to rock in mid-goddamned-air and basically denying the existence of everything you thought governed the world left and right, all the while taking you with him.This is, well, exhilarating! You’ve never felt like this in your life! Spitting in the face of physics, defying the laws of reality, scorning the gods who created you, and there’s nothing better than doing it with a fucking smile!At least that’s what you felt after you stopped screaming in abject terror of the prospect of having to trust on a geriatric man to navigate a veritable maze of falling objects, every single one of which could break your neck. Like that. *SNAP*You’d be dead in an instant if things worked out well. Otherwise you’d grind down the cliffside, having your pretty little face ripped to shreds inch by inch.
>>19587953Shit, you’ve never noticed how morbid your imagination was before. In any event, once your urge to shit your pants’d subsided as you stoop on the clifftop, overlooking the work of a man at least a million billion years your senior if his appearance was anything to go by, you had to wonder. How did he manage to do that?He answered your question before you even asked it, freaking you out even more.“This is not something that we can do as we wish, disciple. This is not something which you will be able to do in your entire life, unless you manage to exceed even my abilities, for I could certainly not do such a thing were the circumstances not correct. What you see now is the ruin of a civilization that we created. We created it such that we could always hide it, if need be. Or destroy it, if it came to that.Your professor is the reason it had to be done, although we can’t blame him. Without his complete lack of regard for discretion, we’d never have found you.Or your brother for that matter.”He points to the vast desert."We should go.">what do?
>>19587956>>19587953>mfw I use more time on writing this than people do on quests with actual artI'm even writing things before-hand, guys.Again, I'm sorry
>>19587956What's this about my brother? Is he also getting recruited? By who? Is this magic stuff hereditary?Then follow him across the desert. >>19587973The writing is good, it's worth the wait.
Its all good man>>19587956Follow him and ask about the training and the war
“My brother? Is he one of yo-.. our, kind as well?”“Indeed. In fact, your baby brother’s potential is even more promising than yours. ““So, this thing is hereditary?”“’This thing’ you refer to is not, no. It’s extraordinarily rare that two related individuals to both possess such potential. We’ve decided that your brother will learn under my tutelage, just as you. We figured you’d enjoy one another’s company. We are not cruel, after all.” You’re not exactly sure what to say. He’s always been very dear to you, but what does he mean with ‘more promising’ potential?Actually, you might as well just ask:“How exactly do you know we can do what, well what you guys can?”“We call ourselves Magi. Each Magi has an aura, so to speak. Their presence can be felt, even if they’re very weak. You and your brother both have almost non-existent auras.”“Auras? Magi? Forgive me, old man, but this sounds ludicrous.”He glares at you.This is possibly the first time you’ve seen him being anything but jovial. He’s not angry, though. At least not as far as you can tell. He’s stern.Stark.Scared?“It does not matter what you think of what I speak. It has names that predate civilization. The Arts were taught before mankind lifted its head from the ponds of obscurity and ignorance and learned to observe. Our kind has always existed, and it always will.”Woah, he has a talent for melodrama, this one.“Sorry, master.”You’ve been walking for a good while before you suddenly realize you have no idea where you’re going.“Master, just where are we headed?”“My home in Tibet, of course.”You do a double take.“You mean to walk across the Arabian Peninsula and all the way to Tibet?”“Yes. And I expect you to follow.”
>>19587973Don't worry OP - a new interested anon just joined the fray !(Just let me get some coffee... it's fuckin 5h of the morning, in France)
>>19588113I'm in Denmark, mes amis. C'est merde.
>>19588108Well, if we're going to Tibet we ought to keep walking. I'm sure our Master knows what he's doing and won't let us die midway, it may suck but we can take it.Ask if he has a name aside from Master or Old Man.
>>19588108>If you want to change the tone, interject with anything, etc., do so. I'm going to take a piss.
>>19588108For now, let's ask him some questions about his own art : How does it work ? How will he teach it to us ? Also, is there some sort of principles common to all of the Arts ?
“Master, is there any name by which I can call you other than master?” you say, trying your best to match his way of speaking.“No. I am your teacher, your master, and that is what you shall call me. That said; my name is Gyatso. Though you may call me master in any language you like, so long as you can remember and stay consistent. Sifu, maestro, guru, I do not care much for specifics.” Huh. He’s a lot less pleasant right now.“So, we walk across the peninsula and then northwards until we get to Iraq, then we turn eastwards again?”“Yes.”“On foot?”“Yes.”“How long do you reckon this will take?”“If we keep pace, a month.”“What? But it’s thousands of miles!”He looks rather perturbed as he glances in your direction.“Does it seem as if I’d bother with things like that?”You decide to trust your.. sempai? Si fu? Maestro?You trust him, anyway, is the point.“So, how does it work?”“The Arts?”“Yes. Yours specifically, master. Err, guru. Or uh.”He interjects before you fumble more.“Discipline, my child.”“That’s all?”“For a Magi? Yes.” >do you want to inquire further?
>>19588311>HerpderpIkeepforgettingmytripThis is probably going to be quite uneventful for a while, so mind if I speed things up after this?Not like walking is going to be that interesting.
>>19588311I expect that true understanding of your art requires me to experience it instead of simply hear of it.I hope that I can learn enough discipline to live up to your expectations Master, all that I can promise is that I will try with every fiber of my being.Then keep on walking, follow him, don't complain.
>>19588329There are going to be a lot of questions, so just give us the basics for a timeskip.
>>19588361oh gods no I have to think for myself at 5:20 AM dear god I AM NOT CUT OUT FOR THIS STUFF>Seriously though, I'll write up any dialogue you want between the ol' master and Dave, but I'm going to skip large parts of traversing the world for the purpose of brevity. Any questions you want answered, ask them.
"I expect that true understanding of your art requires me to experience it instead of simply hear of it.I hope that I can learn enough discipline to live up to your expectations Master, all that I can promise is that I will try with every fiber of my being.""Discipline is not learned, it is honed. Discipline cannot be created, and it never has been, but it is good that you wish to learn the Art. Have you noticed how you've been walking for hours now?"Wait, what?Now that you look up at the sky, you realize it's actually quite a bit darker than it was when you set out from the ruins."Every step of this journey is a lesson. Every pang of hunger, every scratch and bruise, a teaching."Now that he mentions it, you're pretty damned hungry. You haven't eaten since that terrible plane food back when you arrived in Oman. This is going to be an interesting journey.
>>19588386Who are the Magi warring against? Are the Magi we met all allied? Will we be working with other types of Magi or only with those following Gyatso's path? Are we now locked to this one path or can we learn the abilities of other Magi? Is there some sort of masquerade that we have to respect, or is secrecy maintained by memory wipes, or do the Magi control the whole world from behind the scenes, or what?
>>19588311You say that the Arts work solely through discipline, though you also say that one can only learn the Arts if they have what you call an aura.What effect does the presence and intensity of an aura have on one's ability to learn the Arts?
>>19588386Over the course of the journey ask of the other Masters, we aren't following their teaching but we are likely to interact in the future. Are there others who share your Art?
>>19588450>>19588452Questions haunt your mind even as hunger and thirst grows until it would in normal situations, force you to put all others concerns aside. Just why do they need you? Are they allies or foes? What does it mean that your brother has 'more potential'? How have they managed to keep this secret for so long? Just what exactly is an Aura? There are even more questions, and over the course of your journey, you ask. During the nights, when you sleep under open sky, you do not doze off before at least one of your inquiries are answered."Master, just what exactly do you need me for? Advani mentioned that you need me now, but what for?""The War.""War? Against whom?""The 78""Who?""I couldn't tell you. I do not know myself, entirely."Not much help.It continued like this for much of the trip.You asked a question: "will other Magi work with us?" and the answer would almost always be cryptic."Perhaps. It depends on the 78. Depends on the others masters. Depends on a lot of things."Other times, it was more obvious."A person can only master one Art. It has always been like that. No one has ever been able to learn two Arts. It can take a lifetime to master an Art. Once that is done, one seldomly branches out, although some have tried, to no avail.""Every Magi has his own way of keeping mankind safe from the knowledge of our existence. Some use fables to discount true tales of our exploits, some simply kill those who see too much. Much can be done."
>>19588647"Not every Art is alike. My Art is that which we call inner magic. This works through discipline and hard work. I could not tell you the intricacies of other Arts, my child, but I can tell you that mental magic, for example. That which is practiced by Yevgeniya, requires cunning, and intelligence. Death magic, on the other hand, requires ruthlessness. Such is every Art different."You decided one day to ask him of Auras."Child, an Aura does not signify anything. Your capabilities are presented outwards as an Aura, which other Magi can observe and evaluate. Every Aura is tinged by its owners' Art, as well as his proficiency. Of course the exception is the Aura of one who has learned no Art. They are often found quickly and trained, but you and your brother were remarkably tricky to find."Questions still swirled in your mind after weeks of walking, with only scarce food and drink, but lo and behold, you'd made it!You looked at your 'castle', you were finally here, to sit on your throne, as a disciple of inner magic.
>>19588658>>19588647>Dear God I should never, ever, ever do expositionIn any event, you are at the base of a mountain on top of which your master says the temple wherin you will train resides.Then he runs up the fucking thing like it was a goddamned...actually you can't think of a fitting simile here, it's so absurdly quick.There's a village not far from where you are.>what do?
>>19588689Focus. We walked from the dig site to Tibet in a month. We can do this. Climb the mountain.
>>19588689We should probably go to the village quickly, pay our respects then head up the mountain.
>>19588745>>19588711Welp, I'm gonna write out a bit of text of what's going to happen eventually anyway (unless you decide to say fuck it), while you decide.Also, it looks like I've alienated all the other anons, sadly.
>>19588762Might have something to do with the time. It's crawling into midnight, now.Worst case, we can just flip a 1d2.
>>19588762We head up the mountain.We can go to the village later.
You lick your lips. Damn it, Dave. You’ve done one thing you thought impossible already this month, why not two? You prepare to hike up the mountain, sating your hunger with promises of food once you reach the summit. At least, you hope so. To think of it, the old master did seem rather famished.Regardless, you have a job to do, and you will do it, damn it! You begin to scale the mountain, but this is a lot harder than what the old man made it look like. He ran up the mountainside without much trouble, but you’re exerting yourself in ways you never knew you could do, without making even a fraction of the progress the old man has probably made.These Arts are pretty… impressive, really. Heh, will you be able to do that, you think?Once you’ve learned, will you too substitute your own reality in place of the one others hold so close to their heart?You can’t help but think:This is way fucking cooler than a Ph.d. in pottery.And up you go, encouraging yourself with the hope that you will one day be able to do things you’d only dreamed of before. >roll 1d10 for EVENT>>19588802It's 6 AM where I'm sitting too, so I guess it's understandable.
rolled 1 = 1>>19588831Rolling for event.Just keep calm, one step at a time.
>>19588839>hahahahahahafaggotAnd up you went until your foot slipped and you fell thirty feet into the snow.Well, most of you landed in the snow.Your foot? Nope.Your left ankle landed square on a rock, breaking apart like a dry twig.You couldn’t help but scream in agony as the blood seeped from the rupture caused by your bone jutting out from under your skin.You stop yourself, remembering to never yell on a mountainside, lest you be buried by an avalanche, but you didn’t stop yourself fast enough to not attract the local wildlife.Huh. You didn’t know wolves lived in Tibet. You suppose it makes sense, though. Wolves are common around the world and oh God it’s going for your leg fuck holy shit what the hell>what do? If you want to fight it, roll a 1d10-2 due to your injury. Just be happy it’s a lone wolf and not an entire pack.>Health: 80%
rolled 1 + 2 = 3>>19588893Stab it with archeology tools!
rolled 1 + 2 = 3>>19588893Break its face.
rolled 1 = 1>>19588931>>19588933I guess subtraction doesn't work with the dice roller.
rolled 7 + 2 = 9>put -2 in field>adds 2 insteadso negative 1 means dead right?
>>19588931>>19588933>>19588942Even the gods think Dave Davidson is a ridiculous name.
>>19588933>>19588931That, uh. That didn't work out quite how it should.>>19588945I'm going to take this roll (as a 5, obviously).>mfw the wolf has beats your roll of 5 with a non-modified d6Oh boy, you're getting fucked up.Give me a moment to writefag it up.
>>19588965Just makes our inevitable triumph more exhilarating. Plus, badass scars.
*Ahem*The wolf is at the apex of what a wolf could possibly be. You're not a shabby brawler, but your leg hurts so fucking much.You grab a drawing compass you had in your bag and try to stab the wolf with it, but it grabs your arm in its jaws and furiously bites down. It's digging deep, and you're certain you're going to need medical attention after this.If you survive.Why the hell aren't the masters helping you? Is this some kind of elaborate test to see if you're "worthy?" Or are you just the unluckiest sod on the face of this god-forsaken Earth.You furiously roll over, getting the wolf to let go of your arm, but you're on your stomach now, and the wolf isn't giving up.>Health: 61%>oh, and lower health = wounds, which affect your ability to fight, as well as just, y'know, survive. Take a -3 to your d10 roll this time.
rolled 1 = 1>>19589012The greater the apex, the farther the fall. Destroy the wolf with furious punches.
>>19589029dudeI'm gonna have to writefag this up, but you're pretty screwed.
>>19589029I feel that this is statistically unlikely.
rolled 6 = 6>>19589029You're rolling wrong I think. It's supposed to be dice+1d10, not dice 1d10.
rolled 3 = 3>>19589047That shouldn't affect anything.
rolled 3 - 3 = 0>>19589061Ok then, you simply have the worst luck in the world. Also to do subtraction it's dice+1dx+-y.
rolled 5 - 3 = 2>>19589074But I roll so well in MAQuest.
>>19589029Your latent ability unleashed, your fury unchained, you cannot be stopped! Adrenaline blocks every feeling of pain you could potentially get, as you hammer away at the wolf with unmatchable rage! YOUR POWER IS IMMENSE! YOUR TECHNIQUE ASTOUNDING AND uh, you forgot the wolf just completely fucked up your arm.You just sort of ineffectually tap its nose with your arm, as it bites into your hand.The pain.It really isn't a good pain.Holy shit it just literally bit off your hand. You'd be sort of impressed by its ferocity if it weren't for the fact that IT JUST TORE OFF YOUR FUCKING HAND OH MY GOD WHY?!>Health: 40%>since that arm was already useless, you still only take a -3 to the roll. I'm not going to fudge rolls, by the way. If you die, this is just going to be the most anticlimactic quest ever.
>>19589133Is this a recreation of Knight Quest?
rolled 1 - 3 = -2>>19589133>I never asked for this anyway. I wanted to go with Lord Androgyny. But since we're here...CHOKE IT TO DEATH WITH OUR NOW-HANDLESS ARM
>>19588893Grab it's jaws when it goes to bite and snap its neck, fashion a splint from its bones, drink it's blood and eat its flesh. It's hide will serve as a coat.
rolled 8 - 3 = 5>>19589133BY THE POWER OF GREYSKULL
rolled 7 - 3 = 4BRING IT ON!
>>19589156Thank you greyskull for the chance at fucking this wolves life up.
>>19589143Sure, why not.>>19589151>is u tryn 2 trol me aginThis can't be fucking true. I'm going to stick with my principles, but shit. You have the least luck I've ever fucking seen. Writefagging it up.
>>19589154Lol forgot to roll.
>>19589176Oh, and I'm just taking the first roll I see. I feel it's more tense than "best of three", but in this case, it's getting scarily close to just making me feel like I invalidated the last 5 and a half hours of my life.Shit man.Wolf eating the rest of your arm coming up.
>>19589176But... Greyskull... power.
>>19589192Consider it a learning experience. /tg/'s dice roller cares not for your plans. It simply destroys.
>>19589188Im just gonna roll without the modifier, that seems to be messing me up.
>>19589151YOU WILL NOT TAKE THIS FROM A FUCKING OVERGROWN DOG, FUCK THIS SHIT.YOU DON'T NEED A BLOODY (figuratively speaking) HAND TO CHOKE THIS BITCH TO DEATH, NO SIRREE. FUCK ITS SHIT AND FUCK ITS MOTHER.You stick your bloody stump RIGHT IN ITS FUCKING THROAT.Yeah, that'll teach that motherfucker.It just bit off the rest of the arm you stuck down its throat and spit it out.Man, you really suck at this.>Health: 29%>Still only -3 since it's the same arm getting mutilated
>>19589219Don't capitalize the first letter.
>>19589230>mfw I simply cannot roll low for the wolf's attack die.Yeah, I hope you roll high, /tg/, or Dave's adventure just might be over.
rolled 1 - 3 = -2>>19589230With our good arm, pick up the stump and shove it back in there.
rolled 5 - 3 = 2>>19589230GREYSKULL... WHATEVER.
>>19589245I think I might be some sort of god.
rolled 6 = 6>>19589219What the hell? Dice+1d10. Why you no work? Maybe because I'm on my phone?
>>19589256Don't capitalise the first letter
>>19585345>This strange androgynous individualI laughed, considering this is a picture of a real person.
Deus ex machina?
>>19589245I think you might be missing your zero there anon
>>19589280You can see it quite clearly if you mouse over.
>>19589245There won't be a Deus Ex Machina, although I do know a way the quest can continue despite you being dead.You'll still be dead, mind.And you won't play an other character.But just survive the fucking wolf first.Anyways: THIS IS WHAT HAPPENSYOUR ANGER WILL NOT SUBSIDE! CRAWLING IN YOUR SKIN, THESE WOUNDS THEY WILL NOT HEAL!NOW, THE BODIES SHALL HIT THE FLOOR, AND THIS WOLF IS GOING DOWN WITH THE SICKNESS.You take the bloody stump of your own fucking arm, AND YOU SHOVE THAT THING DOWN THAT WOLF'S THROAT.Yeah, HOW DO YOU LIKE ME NOW, BITCH?!oh, it just bit into your other arm now."WHY AM I SO STUPID?!", Dave cried as agony filled his very being.>Health 19%>-4 now, but the wolf didn't get your other arm out before biting into your new one, so it's getting a -2 to attack as well.>yfw if you roll a 1 again
rolled 10 = 10>>19589330KILL THE FUCKING WOLF.
>>19589306mine doesn't show jack, must be my browser.
>>19589346Finally!That roll was actually a 6, though.
rolled 2 - 4 = -2>>19589330KILL! MAIM! BURN!
rolled 8 - 4 = 4>>19589330That guy already rolled a 10, but let's just see if I can continue the streak.
>>19589346After/if we kill the wolf, shout to the heavens "Did I show discipline master?! Did I?! Oh god my arms!"
>>19589346>mfw nat 10>mfw the wolf rolled lower, for once.You pull your arm out with such incredible force from the wolf's mouth, you actually break a few of its teeth. Wait, how did you do that?Must be your Aura flaring up. You must finally be learning the way of the Magi!Renewed with vigor, you look the wretched thing directly in the eyes, AND THEN YOU HEADBUTT THE MOTHERFUCKER.Your torn off arm is still lodged in its throat, and it looks like it's tearing it up from within. Good news for you, as you curl up your hand into a fist with great effort, only to decide to fuck it and stuff your thumb into its eye.>Wolf is close to dead. Then again, so are you.>It's trying to flee. Roll dice+1d10+-4 if you want to try to kill it before it runs away.
>>19589330>All those songsguys we're loosing blood really fast, I suggest that we scream and cry for a mommy/master as soon as that fucking wolf's down.
rolled 2 - 4 = -2>>19589411
rolled 7 = 7>>19589411I want my fucking arm back. Kill the FUCKING WOLF. Rip out its other eyeball.
>>19589431Stop fucking rolling, right fucking now.
>>19589450I'm not the guy who rolled the 1's, but ok.
>>19589431>yfw a -2 is actually higher than what the wolf rolledI'm going to go with >>19589433for the description, but don't worry, a -2 is sufficient to incapacitate it.It's mewling. THE MOTHERFUCKER IS ACTUALLY MEWLING. IT'S BEGGING FOR MERCY!DID IT GIVE YOU MERCY WHEN IT TORE OFF YOUR GODDAMNED ARM?FUCK NOYou take your bloody and and SHOVE IT into its other eyesocket, or uh, you try. It's an arduous task, and you're beginning to feel lightheaded. The wolf makes you roll over to your back and sits on your chest, ready to eat your face, but you manage to punch it before it gets the chance.It's disoriented. NOW'S THE TIME TO STRIKE!
>>19589471No roll by the way. It's going to die depending on the description of the next guy.
>>19589464You share the same luck.
rolled 3 = 3>>19589411TONGUE PUNCH THE WOLF'S ASSHOLE!
>>19589471Throw it down the mountainside if there is a cliff nearby,otherwise rip out its throat with your teeth
>>19589471Take its head and snap its neck. Then take our arm back out of it.
>>19589501I concur, bite it!
rolled 5 - 3 = 2>>19589176Can we punch it with the stump?
>>19589501>>19589506>>19589509Afraid to roll, boys?
>>19589532He said no roll was necessary for this one.
>>19589544>>19589540oh ok. Nevermind.
I'm going to presume you want to rip off its tongue, and not actually punch its asshole with your tongue.Anger.You feel little other than anger.There is room for nothing else now.A foreign man takes you to a foreign land with no fucking clue as to why, and you're expected to fend for yourself. WHY DID HE LEAVE YOU? COULDN'T HE HAVE FUCKING WAITED? DID HE NOT KNOW THERE WERE WOLVES?You're not sure if you're vengeful... or mad.Insane.Cuckoo for cocoa puffs.You don't care.You shove your hand down that FUCKING THING'S THROAT AND YOU RIP OUT ITS GODDAMNED TONGUE.Light engulfs you.Something's different.You like it.Your hand hurts. It hurts. It hurts. IthurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsYou have a mouthIf this furry beast can use its mouth, then so can you.You look it in the eyes, it's clearly resigned itself to its fate.But you don't want apathy. You don't want it to know it's already dead.You want it to fight, tooth and nail, claw and tail to survive.It'd be so much more satisfying to snuff the life from its hideous face that way.YOU TEAR INTO THE WOLF'S THROAT WITH YOUR TEETHAND YOU RIP OUT ITS FUCKING ESOPHAGUS.Oh look, there's your arm. What remains of it, anyway. How nice of you to show up.YOU SMACK THE WOLF SO HARD ACROSS ITS FACE, YOU MAKE CERTAIN THAT WHATEVER FUCKING REMAINS OF ITS NECKWILLNOTBEWHOLEYou try to stand on your broken ankle, but it's no use. You're tenacious, not invincible.You're still not going to watch that piece of shit for one second more, though.You grab the wolf by its tail and throw it over the side of the mountain.Sweet, sweet revenge.Look... sun must be out! It's geting light...so...light...
rolled 9 = 9>>19589622Punch the light in its ugly fucking face.with our good arm
>>19589622Well guys, I've been at this for about 6 hours now, it's 7 AM where I currently am, and this has been a blast. I don't know how many of you decided to join, but to each and every one of you, thanks for helping to make this a fun exercise. Also, thanks for bearing with me on my atrocious speed (and in some cases, writing).[nospoilers]I'm gonna start this up again in like 30 minutes once I've gotten a bowl of cereal if people are still interested.[/iwishtherewerespoilers]>>19589654You have no good arm left.It's all shit.Unless you count pic related (except a thousand times worth) as a good arm.And uh, no one's disturbed by surgery, right?Probably should've asked before I posted the arm
rolled 9 = 9>>19589622yell out for help "master Help"
>>19589676That looks like a pretty good arm to me.
ok just caught up with this quest and i have to say it looks awsome. and i would like to say i will be here is 30 minutes, but i actually like sleep. will love to read it when i wake up. hope to catch the next one earlier than 10 minutes before you finish
>>19589676You've posted a tiny bit of gore already. I don't mind. It helps as a visual aid of how fucked up we are.
>>19589753I'm pretty sure those were propsThose uh, those were props, right?
rolled 74 = 74>>19589746i will admit that i didnt have the pauses between updates might have affected my impression of the quest, but i magic system looks cool. wondering how we will recover from our wolf related injuries. sorry we missed out on some of the other magics, the mind and death looked interesting. ohh well, this inner magic looks cool as well.
>alpha as fuck its raining bitches club can't even handle me right now tierNatureInner>not the best but still pretty ballin' tiervoid>meh but I guess every team needs a psychic tiermental>oh shit nigger what are you doing do you even lift tierdeath
>>19589841Well, I didn't actually develop the magic system. The OP picture was posted in a "choose X, do stuff" picture compliation thread. I found the concept interesting and asked the creator if I could make a silly little quest, and here we are.But oh man, things are going to be different once the 78 get here.[nospoilers]The update intervals are still going to be abysmal, though.[/nospoilers]
>go for the only physical discipline>lose an arm immediately>cripple the other>possibly cripple one of your legsI don't see no healing powers in that 'Inner Magic' section. Or anywhere.
>>19589908Don't know about you, but I like where this is going. We either get >A hilarious asspull the size of the mountain we're on>Fucked up beyond help in the first month, turning this into Cripple Quest.Should be a fun ride...
rolled 6 = 6>>19589686Fuck that. We are not a little bitch.Would be nice if you didnt just take the first roll though. Kinda makes participating feel pointless
>>19589970Actually, we're getting transferred to Yamaku High.
>>19589978I'd suggest an average of all rolls after 5 rolls. Sure, those ones would've still taken our hand, but I think we would've done better otherwise.Also, let's do d100 instead of d10, yeah?
>>19589908Death magic, heals through life force transfer.
>>19589978Mm, what do you suggest bro?I never take the first suggestion when it's not combat, it's just, it's not like combat is going to be very different. I take the actual actions described in the posts from all the the posts made. It's just the roll I take the first of, since if you take best of X it sort of becomes impossible to lose.I could take averages, if you like? I'm all for changing what to do depending on what people want.
>>19590031Doesn't heal lost limbs, though.
>>19590023It's actually an opposed roll system. I roll depending on the difficulty of the combat, and you roll depending on your combat ability, and depending on the disparity, shit happens.
>>19590010I wouldn't be able to handle all those feels, bro.Anyways, if people are interested, I'll resume the quest where we left off. Anyone up for it?
We obviously need to meditate and gain solid chi limbs.
>>19590078yeah. I'm up for it.
rolled 10 = 10>>19590078fuck yea lets scream for help till were horse
OP, still here and up for it?
”Where’s the light… where’s the light… where’s the light… where’s the light… where’s the light… where’s the light?”You repeat the same question, over, and over, and over, and over again.You can hear shuffling in the snow.Another wolf, you bet. This time, though, you won’t fight.You can’t fight.You’re not sure if you’re dead. You should be, by any metric. Getting a limb chewed off and the other completely trashed, along with a broken foot that makes it certain that you can do nothing but lie in the snow, it’s a death sentence for any man.But you’re not just any man.You’re a stupid, stupid man who believed he was somehow able to climb a fucking mountain with nothing but sheer idiocy and bollocks the size of wrecking balls. At least, that’s what you tell yourself.You know it’s not, strictly speaking, true. It wasn’t your fault. What could you have done? When you were in the ruins in Oman, you’d have died if you didn’t follow him. In the deserts of the Arabian Peninsula, you’d have starved to death had you not obeyed.Tibet isn’t a friendly environment. You did what you thought you had to. Endure. In enduring, you would grow stronger.Didn’t work out how you wanted.The shuffling is getting closer.You don’t fear death any more. You welcome it.Better than to lie in your own piss and blood in the snows of a foreign land that is barely recognized as its own sovereign state.
>>19590159Ouch. Ouch. What the hell? This isn’t a wolf clawing into your carcass; it’s someone poking you with a stick.You open your eyes for the first time since your struggle with the wolf and look into the eyes of some Tibetan kid who’s probably barely learned to wipe his own arse. He doesn’t seem pleased.You try to make a funny face to make him stop looking like he just saw a ghost.Now he’s running for the hills, screamin’ ‘bout… something. You don’t understand a word he’s saying. Fuck. Your stump’s beginning to hurt.
>>19590165>>19590159>what do? Keep lying around, cry for help, or try to get up and move on your own?
>>19590151Sorry, this is what I meant by abysmal update times. It usually takes 7-10 minutes before I post something, because I cannot into writing
>>19590178Check limbs, if all is fucked call out for master.reminds me of that commercial, "~Mom~, we're dieing."
Check the limbs and call for help
>>19590178Drag yourself to a tree and start digging a tree pit.
>>19590204Oh they're fucked beyond belief.You didn't know an arm could look like that.Your foot seems fine, but you can see something red out the corner of your eye. Apparently, your face was covered in blood too. Gee whiz, I wonder how that happened? In any event, it's congealed and stinking. "Master... I need your help master..."Seeing no visible sign of change, you try louder:"Master! I need HELP master! MASTER! MASTER! MAAAAAAASTEEEEEEEEEER!"That seemed to work. You can hear something in the distance.Shit. What if the yelling attracted another wolf?!Oh, it's just a fucking goat.Great.Looks like Master won't come to help you today.>>19590224You decide to crawl to the nearest tree and dig yourself in, hoping for someone to help you, eventually.You also decide to never, ever, ever try to crawl with nothing but an injured arm and an injured foot again, and decide against crawling. Instead, you try to roll towards the tree.You know you've had your success, from the big pile of snow that landed in your face.You try to dig, but you're not sure how to do that with an injured arm and a stump.
>Eric>male, mid 30's>NW Ohio, on the coast of lake Erie>Void>A paramedic trying to escape the memory of the violent death of his wife, he spent most of his days at the gym practicing krav maga and working on the ambulance. When at home, he found himself drawn to the books of Brian Greene and shows like "through the wormhole". Though having absolutely no background in physics and being terrible at math, the concepts and theories seemed elementary. Almost as if someone was trying to "dumb down" something as simple as putting on your shoes. Then one day there was a knock on the front door, and a little girl was standing there...
>>19590255Lie on backKick at snowDig with good leg
>>19590255Is that bleeding staunched? We have only a few minutes if we don't patch ourselves up.Rolling to heal. Maybe wrap the stump with our shirt or something. Make sure it's clean though.
You know, falling into a natural tree pit would likely get us killed, how bout we just sit around and focus on that inner magic bullshit, maybe we can get it to remove the pain and make the journey up the mountain.
>>19590284You try to wrap your stump but you can't even take off your shirt.The adrenaline has faded and pretty much made it impossible for you to use your "good" arm.At least you managed to shake off the teeth that were still lodged in your skin.>>19590275You start digging with your foot, making good progress considering you're just using your foot.Still tiring though.Probably going to take at least an hour to get to the bottom of this layer of snow.It's cold.>>19590294You try to remember what your Master taught you.You realize he hasn't taught you jack shit.Man, fuck this bullshit Mr. Miyagi horsecrap.Would've been a lot easier to kill the wolf he'd had taught you how to crush rocks with your fists or something, but nooo, let's go for a walk in the goddamned desert.Shit.
roll in the direction the kid went.
>>19590327Keep digging. Think about two things.1. The cold will preserve our lost bits. Even if they can't be reattached, they might make neat trophies.2. Kung fu gets a lot cooler when you're doing it with a metal arm you crafted yourself despite not being a blacksmith.3. Especially when that arm has a cannon in it.
>>19590356Also, your Master DID teach you how to do this, as with the wolf.The determination to live will retain the will to dig.
>>19590356>two things>three numbersTime to take some stims.
>>19590356>>19590349So which is it? Dig or roll?
>>19590374He only wanted Dave to think about two of those three things though.Maybe.
>>19590377Dig.Keep digging until you reach the dirt
>>19590377Dig. Dig like a team of dwarves seeking a lost sock.
>>19590377Roll, we might find civilized people, otherwise we're just waiting on some kid telling his parents about a zombie he found.
>>19590388Dig dig diggity dig.Shiggity diggity doo.You dig and dig for hours.You're hungry.Very hungry.Why did you throw that damned wolf away?Would've made a nice meal.Not that you could cook it in this cold.Damn it's cold.But you'll keep on digging your hole and oh my, is that stone you're feeling under your foot?I guess what you HAVE learned from Gyatso is to spend more time than should ever be spent on thing that should never be done and make it feel like slightly less time.So now you have a nice, cozy hole to lie in near a tree.Fantastic. Still cold, though.And hungry.Fuck your arm hurts.
>>19590409>Roll in direction of kid>Don't notice that he actually rounded a corner>Roll off a cliff>Game over
>>19590417we really shouldn't lie down in our own grave, and now that hours have gone by the little brats parents obviously didnt believe him.roll to civilization dammit!
>>19590417The will to live will see us through. We've got some horrific injuries, but we did just kill a wolf with nothing but our hands and an insane level of perseverance.
>>19590429>mfw if you had rolled, you really would have rolled down a cliff, although it would be far from a game over.More of a shortcut, really.
>>19590429>roll into pit>cant roll out>die a meatsicle
>>19590433You try to roll out of the pit you dug with your foot, but unfortunately, you're inside a pit that you dug with your foot, and thus unable to really roll anywhere.You can rub your body against the tree, I suppose. Not much else to do here.You can hear some kid again.Doubtlessly it's that shithead from before who's brought his friends or something.The voice is getting closer to the hole you dug.You can't understand a word that's being said.
rolled 1 = 1>>19590439Fuck this we are THE chosen one I don't care if every one has more potential than us or actual training out determination will win the day we will climb this mountain with one fucking arm.
>>19590490Scream some more. Nothing else to do.
>>19590490Yell out to them and stand up on your good leg so that they might be able to see you
rolled 9 = 9>>19590497>1I loledLet me show you how to roll a d10.
>>19590497>rolling more onesBitch do you want another wolf to come by?NO?I DIDN'T THINK SO.>>19590498You scream.You're not sure what you're screaming.You're not sure what it sounds like you're screaming.You think you're screaming 'help me', but really, you're just screaming. Trying to get anyone's attention.Even that fucking little kid.Oh, it's the kid.What a fucking surprise.Brought his parents too.Or some older Tibetan folks, at least.You notice you're still screaming. Should probably stop that.You continue for a while, for good measure.Wouldn't want it to seem like you screamed just for their sake.Actually, you've taken a liking to screaming.Why not, you scream some more.The Tibetan people are looking pretty disturbed by now.>Why yes, officer, I AM going insane, thanks for noticing! >What do?
>>19590538Flail your stump and what's left of your armAlso, if you're going to go insane, do it quietly
>>19590538Attempt to exit the hole while speaking. It doesn't matter what, really, as long as we can show them we're still capable of speech.
>>19590538Start laughing. Just straight up bust a hilarious gut. Don't stop, lean back against the wall of snow behind us, and laugh. Fuck this world, we'll have a laugh, we deserve that much.
>>19590538stop screaming, everyone understands help.
>>19590557>>19590553>>19590548Should I use all three or is consensus going to save the day?
Speak english slowly and loudly so they can understand u perfectly. ask for help, food, and a new god damn arm.
Still monitoring this thread. And it's goddamn awesome.
>>19590564i think u can pick anything really. wer a raving lunatic stuck in a hole and completely fuck in every way there is. we have very few choices that matter leftreally all there is is: scream, be quiet, defecate, and twitch.and to b honest im not sure how much control of any of them we have left.
>>19590592You forgot: bleed, flail, cry, and shiver.All of which we are probably already doing.
You stop screaming.Now's not the time for that.No no, screaming's for when you need help.You just found help.Now's the time for laughing.You try to get comfortable, leaning back against the tree, letting out a bellowing laugh you hope will echo through the mountain.Sounds more like a hoarse man being choked, but the Tibetans seem to get the sentiment. You wave at them with what's left of your arms.Damn, that hurts.It hurts.It hurts.Not again.You try speaking to them. Unfortunately, you're not well-versed in any other language than English.Fuck.You try speaking to them. Slowly, with as clear intonation as you can muster. Sounds a bit like *GARBLGARBLGARBL* even to your, English-attuned ears.What the hell did this place do to you?The male Tibetan tries to get you out of the hole by the arm.You scream in pain. What the hell is wrong with this idiot can't he see that you've been bitten by a fucking anything holy shit how can you be so stupid it hurts so much it hurts your arm hurts hurts it hurts it hurtsHe instantly recoils from your arm and decides to just grab you by the torso and get you over his shoulder, so he can carry you...well wherever he wants.You better hope this isn't going to end up in a Deliverance thing.You don't like squealing.Maybe you should just... go to... sleep...*Yawn*>Do you want to sleep? Fight against your captors and slide like, well, a sled, to freedom? See where he's going to lead you?
>>19590616We're missing one arm, one is fucked and one of our legs is borked. Take a nap.
>>19590616Sleep in his manly and warm embrace.>Captcha: and restmys
>>19590616I'm going to sleep.Not the character, me.It's midnight here and I got stuff to do. Good job on this thread, bro.But I'll cast a vote for sleep anyway.
rolled 2 = 2>>19590616sleep we earned it
>>19590625NO. Sleep is death. Stay awake.
>>19590616Fight and slide to freedom. FREEDOM!
>>19590637>mfw it's 8:50 AM where I am now and I've been running this shit for almost 8 hours nowOnce you go past like, 6 AM, you stop being tired.Enjoy your nap though.Dave sure will.
rolled 8 = 8>>19590616NO ! We must not sleep ! Not right now. We could die without even noticing it.> Rollan to fight against sleepan
rolled 5 = 5>>19590658Aw. Too late, I guess
>>19590661*bad dice, stop rolling without my consent !*
>>19590658YES!! Stay awake. Sleep means loss of focus. Loss of focus is death. We have to focus on staying alive.
i think this may be time for a switch for us. im not sure wer cut out for the path of inner power of self after we just left part of ur self in the snow. maby that old man will give up on us and we can take up the path of death. syphen off enough souls to regrow our hand and heal everything else. we were pretty ruthless back there to cling to life, and im not sure if we are physically capable of staying on the path of inner power anyway....
sleeping is for the weekwe are strongfuck the police!
>>19590679I don't know, personally I think we'd get along better with nature.
>>19590679If it's just a matter of mental discipline, that's exactly the kind of thought we should avoid at all costs.If we can master the inner magic, such handicaps wouldn't mean anything for us.
You wake up with the biggest headache you've ever had.And you're a grad student.You're not exactly sure where you've been sleeping.Oh, on the floor.Oh, covered with furs.Wolf furs.FITTING.You look at the guy who saved you from the cold (and your own, imminent insanity).Wait, why can you see the sky?Why are you outside?You look at your arm.It's been hastily bandaged, and you can see a large marking on your chest.Maybe they think you're some kind of devil?He looks down at you."Are you okay?"HolyshithespeaksEnglishwhatthefuckHe seems rather annoyed by your facial expression."We have been taught by Master Gyatso. At least, most of us have.I apologize, that you must sleep outside. Some of us were afraid you might be infected with some virus that causes necrosis.Your arm's fairly damaged, and we did not know what had caused it until we went back to where we found you and found your other arm. Wild animals?""Ye..yeah. Or no, I guess. Just one A wolf.""You were ravished in such a manner by a single wolf?""I uh, I fell and broke my leg.""Oh. I suppose that makes sense."Man, is every Tibetan guy so...He's not even an asshole, he's just so...How do you even describe these people? Emotionless? That wouldn't be right.Disinterested?Yeah, that's more fitting.He's so damned disinterested.>what do/say? There's a crutch near your "good arm" that you might be able to use, with some help
>>19590713Thank you for the help, if you would excuse me mister..., I got a mountain to climb.
try to get up, see if wev healed much at all yet
>>19590713"So...got any tips for a new disciple who may or may not be crippled for life?"
>>19590736Sounds good, do this.
>>19590713Well, I have a mountain to climb. I thank you for the medical care.
>>19590713If we feel a little better, or at least enough to stand :"Sorry, but could you give me a hand ? I'd like to move a little... also, how much time did I passed away ?"
>>19590736"Well, thank you for all your help uh, kind sir, but I have a mountain to climb. Thank you for the medical care. Could you give me a hand standing up?"He does help you stand up, and then he laughs in your face."Why on Earth would you want to climb the mountain in that condition?""Well, uh I'm uh, a disciple of Master Gyatso and uh... he told me to get up there."He looks at you as if he's about to retch.You try to smile at him."Got any uh, tips?""A disciple? Are you some kind of heathen? Gyatso is our teacher, not our leader. And an outsider, learning reading and writing? Master Gyatso does not teach people who have no need for it."You have a feeling he has absolutely no idea what you're actually talking about.I guess you should've known from his lack of Aura. Although, can you even pick those up yet?Gyatso told you'd be able to pick up Auras as soon as you were an actual Magi, but you suppose you haven't actually learned an Art yet.Wait.Did he ever tell you to actually climb the mountain?>What do?
>>19590804Huh, ask where Gyotso is now.
>>19590818"Most likely in his temple at the summit. He's a monk. He lives an ascetic lifestyle, free of the harrowing temptations and indulgences of modern life."Huh.You kinda miss Hayes, now.
this shit aint worth it anymorewhatever it was your "master" was able to do, you dont think you will ever be able to do it.not anymore anyway...get to a hospital and some real medical attention before this crazy magi shit gets you killed
>>19590853cool, is there an easier way up, what that doesn't involve rock climbing?
>>19590853Ask what the fastest route to the summit is
>>19590858>mfw>>19590875>>19590879"No one here has actually climbed the entire thing."You blink a couple of times, almost stumbling from the sheer... well, insanity of it."The monk comes down here once or twice a week and gets some food and teaches the children how to read and write."Oh.Oh so that's why he left you so close to the village.You look to your bloody stump and mutilated arm."FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"
the only time i would pick death magic because AWW YAAA LIFE MANIPULATION!
>>19590915Death magic is for homeless people and queerslets just chill out in the village for a few weeks until we feel like we can at least walk and then head up the mountain.
well, technically, we havent started on any path yetif we leave now and try to contact the death teacher we could ruthlessly clime our way onto a different path. i dont think we have what it takes to stay on this path.but first things first: a hospitalask how to get to the nearest one politely.
>>19590962Hospitals are for pansies.I'm sure resting in the village will be more than enough.
>>19590962"You walk twenty miles in that direction, and follow the road for about a hundred miles until you reach a city. That city probably has a hospital.Maybe."
>>19590962fuck that, we're already at the damned mountain, and I doubt any of the other teachers would take us after we failed to even start the training.
So uh, do you decide to stay at the village, or climb the mountain without use of one leg and neither of your arms, or do you get the first wagon out of the village and to a hospital, or what?
>>19591014stay in the village until we're rested enough, then go up the mountain.
Climb the mountain. We finish what we start
>>19591014Obviously climb the mountain.This magic is all about conquering our shortcomings and our natural human functions.
>>19591031discipline and patience go hand in hand
regardless of which path we decide to end up on, i vote on wagon.without proper medical attention our "good" arm can easily become infected and have to be amputated anyway. and our ankle was most likely not set correctly either. meaning we will have a permanent hobble unless it gets fixed soon.
>>19591050No, if we leave now we'll never come back.
>>19591014Hospital. We've starred death in the face and ate its throat, who needs "inner" magic.
>>19591061Us.If we don't finish this, we'll have nothing.If we push a bit more and get up that mountain, we can continue with our training. If we continue with our training, we might end up even better than we were with all of our limbs attached.
You're tired of this man's bullshit.You don't need to listen to his pessimistic crap, you're a fucking Magi! AND YOU WILL DO WHAT YOU CAME HERE TO ACCOMPLISHYou hobble, slowly, very slowly along the pathway, trying to make your way to the mountain.Ho ho ho, on the mountain path we go....>well folks, that's all she wrote.It's been 8 and a half very fun hours, but I'm apart to break down like a little bitch from lack of sleep, and my updating intervals are becoming even slower and my writing is becoming even shittier than it was in the beginning.If the thread is still up when I wake up, I will be happy to continue, but for now, I bid you,>adieu(oh and uh, please do tell me what could be done better. Should I write less and update faster/keep it the way it is? Lower lethality? (although don't worry, Dave isn't remotely useless yet). Any comments are welcome, I'm not very good at quests).
>>19591106Sleep well OP, 'twas a great thread.
Dave Davesson, the Hopping Headbutt, will best this mountain eventuallyExcellent thread OP
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bump in the hopes of OP returning(also, can we still learn inner magic despite being fucked up in such a royal fashion?)