>Previous Threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Tax%20Quest>Twitter for updates can be found at https://twitter.com/AssessorJohnson>I reach consensus on decisions before asking for rolls. It is a pool system. Lower is better. I typically ask for three rolls of 1d100, with a threshold for what counts as a success. You are Timothy L. Johnson, a taxman, who is deeply in over his head. You came to a manor at the edge of town with two others- you lost them along the way. You were nearly trapped in the manor yourself, having managed to find your way in by stealth. You found out some details- a man named Lee was escorting a boy from the Strahan family, apparently very prestigious. They were here for a feast. The boy brought his own silverware. You were chased into a cave underneath the house, where you met a beast.You have an colt .45 semiautomatic now with five rounds in the magazine, and a further three magazines with seven bullets each in your pockets. You really do not have any idea why you are so calm now.You have emerged from the cavern, and can see the mansion of the house by the waterfront. A crowd is at the side of it, maybe about fifteen people you guess. You can't really tell more than that from this distance and with what little light is coming from the house. You hear dogs though, and see a person on a horse, clearly unsteady and unready. Jovial atmosphere there though. They appear to be leaving in a clump, making for the edge of the estate. The horse has three boxes dragging behind it. They look almost like coffins at this distance. The man on the horse, you manage to take a glimpse, has a hunting horn in his hand.They're heading in to the forest now. A few toots of the horn, and they're off. If they go in the forest, you have a straight shot for your car. You could escape.>[ ] Go for your car.>[ ] Follow the strange crowd.>[ ] Other.
>>26378907Get the crowbar from our car, reload gun, and follow them.
>>26378907>[ ] Other.Get the crowbar first, and try to keep it close to the body, don't want to get it caught on anything.>[ ] Follow the strange crowd.Then we see if they've got our friends.
>>26378907These fuckers are all werewolves. Do we still have that silver razor that we dropped?
You could go home you know.Your dog isn't hungry, you made sure to feed him before you left. Probably wondering where you are though. Rare for you to be out this late on a Saturday. You walk for your car, emptying one magazine, and pushing another in. Eight bullets, including the one in the chamber. What was Officer Brian's plan anyway? 'Let's just randomly walk in to people's houses, and hope for the best?' And to drag Ella in to it, what was he thinking? He's a traffic cop. These people, were on a wholly different level. You yank open your car door, grab your crowbar.Not that you warned them. But you'll set it right. You're sure you will. Crowbar in one hand and gun in the other, you creep after the crowd in to the forest, careful and quiet. It is very dark out. Only a half moon out in the night. Thankfully, the crowd have torches and flash lights as they walk along, taking up a hunting cheer that you can't recognize or discern the words of. It's hard to see them in the dark, to make out presences, but you're fairly sure you saw Lee's slouch hat bobbing about the number. He was the one that caught you last time. Dangerous man, that Lee.You do not see Officer Brian, or Ella.>[ ] Follow stealthily, at a distance. 3 rolls of 1d100, 60 and below succeed. >[ ] Follow stealthily, close enough to hear conversation. 3 rolls of 1d100, 50 and below succeed.>[ ] Follow stealthily, close enough to try to make out faces, see who's who.>[ ] Try to talk to them. See if they know where your friends are.>[ ] Other.
>>26379223[x] Follow stealthily, almost close enough to hear conversation.
>>26379223>[ ] Follow stealthily, close enough to hear conversation.Anything less would be an insult to the sudden stealth skills Timothy gained.
>>26378907Follow the crowd
Right, seems straight forward enough.3 rolls of 1d100 please, gentlemen.
Rolled 81>>26379328We're gonna fail, and have to shoot someone, I bet.Aim for the head.
Rolled 47>>26379328This isn't going to go well.
Rolled 24>>26379371we officially screwed the pooch on this one.
You are a careful man. You proved that when you got in to the house as easily as you did. You're not going to go too close- you're just going to get a listen in, that's all-A branch snaps unexpectedly underneath you, and you catch on a root, slamming down. You manage to stay quiet, despite the pain of feeling the crowbar digging in to your side, but the crowbar makes a very distinctive clank."What was that?" The crowd look back in the dark, and raise their flashlights to sweep the area. The man riding the horse, he's wearing a deer's skull. You can see that clearly now, even from this distance. A deer's skull, with the antlers down. That can't be comfortable, you wonder. Antlers up, well, you have to worry about catching in door frames, but antlers down, you poke yourself every time you move. You're sure that you saw long shotgun barrels glittering in the light.Your hand catches on a slick, mossy root, and you shove up, the lights are washing over you.>[ ] Run, before they catch you.>[ ] Home in on the antlered man. Strike first. Shoot with your pistol. 3 1d100, 40 and below to succeed.>[ ] Children run or have temper tantrums. Hide again. 3 1d100, 50 and below succeed.>[ ] Come out in the open. It's too late already, just try to talk this out. They wouldn't dare hurt a taxman. >[ ] Other.
>>26379543>[ ] Children run or have temper tantrums. Hide again. 3 1d100, 50 and below succeed.
Rolled 8>>26379543>[ ] Children run or have temper tantrums. Hide again. 3 1d100, 50 and below succeed.See I knew the crowbar would do it!
>>26379575>>26379573Okey, 3 1d100 rolls please.
Rolled 15>>26379620let's not cock this one up?
>>26379677I think I'll stop rolling now.
Rolled 5>>26379620One more.
Rolled 54>>26379620Time to ride to fail town
Rolled 6>>26379675Eh, I don't think it's a matter of cocking up. Just.../tg/ dice being /tg/ dice. I did bump up the thresholds to reflect in my opinion the skills of Timothy's inconspicuousness, but it just wasn't enough with those rolls, regrettably.>>26379739Two successes. Writing.
>>26379748we'll it's not so bad this time....
Rolled 87, 89, 85 = 261Don't be seen. Don't be seen. Don't be seen. Be yourself. Be nothing out of the ordinary.You roll behind a tree, and go very still. "Granger, do you see anything?""...No. I'm sure I heard something though.""So did I," A high pitched snicker, "More guests?""Don't be idiots," That's Mrs. Abbot's voice, "No games. As above, so below.""I thought we were having a hunt!" Lee's voice now, irritated, "Do you want me to go back to Eric Strahan without the boy blooded, eh? Pretty little place that'll put you in there.""We're having our hunt, Lee," Mrs. Abbot's voice again. Things are still for a time, "Granger? Rick? Go out there. Take a look. Everyone else, come on! Keep singing! Keep singing, for a good hunt!" Their strange song comes up again, and this time, you're SURE it's not English. The words slither almost, seem to coil in your ears, and stick. Bad words. Creeping song. A noise that goes down your ear, runs down your marrow, and squeezes your heart with fear and makes it beat faster. Thankfully, fading away now. "Bitch," You hear whispered from behind you. Then another high snicker. You don't know how close they are. Or where they are really. They don't know where you are either. But you suspect the rest of the hunt will be keeping an eye out now. Not good. Not good at all. You were just a taxman. There had to be professionals for this sort of work. Maybe you should just-No. Can't bring people blind to the shore, and let them drown. >[ ] Try to find these guys, actively. Get the drop on them first. 3 1d100, 50 and below succeed.>[ ] Just stay hidden. Skulk past them, lose these rubes, follow the hunt. 3 1d100, 50 and below.>[ ] Use that hunk of metal in your hand for something. Throw it, distract them, then sneak past them. 3 1d100, 60 and below to succeed.>[ ] Straight razor out. It'll know what to do. >[ ]Other.>So many dice rolls this session. Cripes.
>>26379997>[ ] Straight razor out. It'll know what to do. combined with>[ ] Just stay hidden. Skulk past them, lose these rubes, follow the hunt. 3 1d100, 50 and below.And keep the crowbar in the off hand, putting the gun back in it's holster, so we make less noise.
>>26379997>[ ] Straight razor out. It'll know what to do. >[ ] Just stay hidden. Skulk past them, lose these rubes, follow the hunt. 3 1d100, 50 and below.
Rolled 19>>26380098i agree with these actions.rolling
>>26380152wait til consenus confirmation from Internal
>>26380152oops. sorry. forgot about the concenous thing.
>>26380098>>26380123>>26380152Roll on.Also, swear to god I'm hanging in here until this night is finished. You're gonna get out of this night hunt no matter what, even if I have to keep it up tomorrow.
>>26380162my bad. old habits and all.
Rolled 10>>26380184Internal Revenue, if i could reach though this net and hug you, i would! THANK YOU! you are a TRUE QM! rolling
Rolled 56>>26380184Would I be correct in asusming this is a The Wild Hunt kind of thing?
>>26380240Hm. I think that's the first 100 rolled in this Quest. Well, not to worry. Only counts as a botch if there were no successes, and we have one right here>>26380209One success. Meager success, but still a success. Writing.
Rolled 36>>26380268>>26380240son of a ---! this is going to hurt.... man, we are so not Solid Snake in sneaking around.
>>26380371ANNDddd we could have used that roll! the dice are mocking us tonight. if the /tg/ dice were real, i would cuck them back into the bag and get fresh ones.
You forget when, but you've got a grip on the straight razor in your pocket. Well, it makes sense. Hasn't steered you wrong yet. You put your pistol away, reach down, grab the blade, flick it out. Breath a little easier. Comforting. "Y'see anybody?" Rough voice. Sounded almost Canadian."Can't see a thing!" Southern accent, reminds you of Ralph's, except a lot higher pitched, then it giggles, "Wait, there he is!"You nearly jump out of your skin- but realize he would have had to hit you with the flashlight first. They're trying to scare you. You roll your razor in your hand, look at the moon light reflecting off the blade. Not silver, no, but cold, hard, well used steel. There was blood on this just a while ago. Should get this sharpened, honestly. You crouch low, carefully walk through the underbrush, hear the hunters stomping about the undergrowth, shouting, taunting, waving their flash lights, being very noticeable targets.The hunt isn't much further, but you find yourself hemmed in by the two. You walk further up, the one in front sees you. You walk to the right, you go right through a patch of bushes, and make too much noise. You go left, you'll be spotted by the man behind you. Go back, you're back where you started. The hunt is slipping out of your sight. Damn, damn, damn! >[ ] Screw it. Just sprint past the front blood. Hope doesn't see you. 3 1d100 50 and below.>[ ] Bloody Hell, what a pain these guys are. Just go straight for the man in front. Take him, and his light down fast. His friend can't draw a bead in the dark. 2 1d100, 50 and below.>[ ] Pain in the bleeding neck. Sneak up behind the one behind you. Bump him off. 3 1d100 45 and below.>[ ] Blood is thicker than water. Try to sneak anyway. Might be slow, but you can't lose that hunt with their singing. 3 1d100, 55 and below.
>>26380480>[ ] Blood is thicker than water. Try to sneak anyway. Might be slow, but you can't lose that hunt with their singing. 3 1d100, 55 and below.
>>26380480>>[ ] Blood is thicker than water. Try to sneak anyway. Might be slow, but you can't lose that hunt with their singing. 3 1d100, 55 and below.
>>26380538>>26380523Alright, good. Gimme 3 1d100 rolls.I swear to god we'll (hopefully if things go well) be taking a slight break from rolling soon.
Rolled 100>>26380668at least I live up to my title.
>>26380683can I cry now?
Rolled 54>>26380606inb4 100
>>26380707Livin' on the edge.Meager success, writing.
>>26380707The smallest of successes.
You don't breath, wait, close your eyes. Get those thoughts out of your head. Then creep forward, darting from tree to tree, thinking to yourself the whole while how you were an ordinary, unimportant, irrelevant person, just an irrelevant, ordinary, unimportant, person, pay me no heed.You have to creep, and seize up for a few moments, before you shake the men searching for you. You breath a sigh of relief.Then realize that you're alone, in the dark, with absolutely no idea where the hunting party is. How could you lose them? They had a bunch of torches, were singing a song, had a horse- but you stare around, and can see no light, save for the lights of the two men behind you. For a moment, you fight frustration within you. This really has been the worst night. Okay, okay, focus on landmarks....>[ ] Back to the men with the flashlights. Perhaps something can done about them, or you can follow them? Hopefully they'll be able to make it to the hunting ground.>[ ] Follow the moon. Superstitious sorts liked the moon, right? Hey, it's a better idea than nothing. >[ ] Make back for the manor. They have to come back to the house some time.>[ ] Other.
>>26380874>[ ] Follow the moon. Superstitious sorts liked the moon, right? Hey, it's a better idea than nothing. The Wild Hunt rides across the sky, so I assume they'd need something to guide them.Man I really hope they're re-enacting the Wild Hunt, shit is awesome
Rolled 37>>26380874>[ ] Follow the moon. Superstitious sorts liked the moon, right? Hey, it's a better idea than nothing.also>[ ] Otherwere they not on a path/dirt road? if the moon is full (or close enough) there should be enough light to see it and fallow it. as i should know. i live out in the country to be able to do that myself.
>>26380985Yeah, full moons are bright as hell. Nothing beats a 3AM stroll on a full moon night.
Following the moon.Well, it's not the craziest thing you've done tonight. You look up at the half moon, and walk after it. There are plenty of birds or bats in the sky it seems the moon seems to be almost flickering with how many go past. You follow after the moon, glancing back down every once in a while to make sure you won't trip again.It doesn't take long before you hear the song again. You have to clamber up the side of a hill, but soon you're at the top of a modest rise- a too precise line of pine trees suggest that this isn't natural.You struggle through the thicket, but stop yourself at the edge of a decline at the sight of a gigantic snarling face, mouth open, incisors long and curled, face distorted in anger, shining in the light of bonfire. It has to be a carving fifteen feet high, like one of those stone heads, except carved of wood and painted. It is at the head of a glade- which with the too perfect ridges of dirt lined with pine trees, you suspect is not a product of nature. It is vaguely circular, though imbalanced. The part with the head narrows, and also holds the bonfire closer to it. At the other end, even the moon light fails. You swear you see squirming shapes there. The man on the horse seems to be leading the crowd, and the remaining thirteen dance about the fire. You can see the three coffins are arranged in front of the monstrous carved hand. They are shouting their song now, all lyricism and melody forgotten, just shouting in some kind of awful passion. The words still disquiet you, but you can't focus on that at the moment. Some kind of fell and awful pagan ritual it seems. You glance up again. Perhaps it was the smoke that was blotting out the moon? It is thick and black, and more and more the moon blinks and flickers, like a failing bulb.>[ ] Sneak over to the other side, near the head. See if you can find out what are in the coffins.>[ ] Wait and watch. Perhaps they don't intend to stay here?>[ ] Other.
>>26381255>[ ] Sneak over to the other side, near the head. See if you can find out what are in the coffins.I think our friends are in there, I think.
>>26381255>[ ] Sneak over to the other side, near the head. See if you can find out what are in the coffins.
>>26381318>>26381288Sneaking mission writing. Thankfully, the revelers are too enamored of their madness to notice anything at the moment.
>>26381381i hope so. also, i don't think gun sliencers were around at this time frame (save anything the army had or someone made themselves). they would be very useful right now.
Rolled 37, 18, 75 = 130You creep along the side of the ridge, sparing glances on occasion for the dance going on below. The man on the horse is drunkenly clinging on to his horse's neck, antlers snapped off and hanging off of it. Mrs. Abbot seems to flicker with the fire, changing positions faster than the eye can see. The young Strahan boy for his part seems to ever be on the verge of falling, always helped up by the friendly Mr. Lee, slouch hat still on. Of the dancers, he seems the only one still cogent, glimmering eyes seeming to always end up looking about in between his writhing and swaying. You make sure to always have a tree opposite between you and Lee as you go along. Finally, you manage to reach the coffins. The wooden head has water beading on it- almost as if it were sweating. The paint really is actually quite fascinating, now that you're close. Expensive work this- such fine carved wood, to have every piece painted a fresh color, then put together.You approach the coffins carefully, keeping an eye on the dancers. You experimentally shoved at one- heavy, and something shifts within. You hear a muffled yell from the within. Sounded masculine. Should be Officer Brian. Quick checks of the other coffins reveal much the same thing- though these ones stay quiet. You're uncomfortably aware that the first coffin you investigated is thrashing now, and seemingly devoted to making a terrible racket. Though, there are three. One of them isn't Ella. Might not be a friend.At least you have your crowbar. Prying these open should be a cinch now. You do see that the dancers are slowing now. Somewhere, along the way, the man on the horse disappeared. The horse starts trotting over to you, riderless, of its own seeming volition.>[ ] Start opening coffins. >[ ] Hide.>[ ] Scare the damn thing off.>[ ] Other.
Gotta walk the dog. Be back in 30.
>>26381684>[ ] Start opening coffins.>[ ] Other.Do it as quiet as possible>>26381739See you then
Rolled 86>>26381684>[ ] Start opening coffins.
>>26381684>[ ] Start opening coffins.Start with Brian's; he might be able to help.
>>26381684>[ ] Start opening coffins. and keep an eye out for those cultist.
>>26381684>[ ] Start opening coffinsYeah, open the thrashing one. Hopefully we get lucky.
>[ ] Start opening coffinsOpen Brian's first
>>26381684also, KEEP LOW! i don't know if there is a fire or some other light source around besides the moon. there might still be others near by.
I LIVE IN A HOUSE OF LIES. Writing coffin poppin'.
You glance at the dancers. They're starting to slow. No hesitation, have to do this while you can.You slip shut the razor, get both hands firmly on the crowbar, and work it in as quietly as possible. The thrashing inside redoubles. You privately hope it's Officer Brian in there, and haul on the crowbar with all of your body weight.You hear the crack pops of nails, and the squeal of wood, the splintering clamor of pine wood bowing to iron, and move down, repeating the process, until the top of the coffin rolls off, and you see Kevin sit bolt upright, gasping, red face, clawing at his throat, coughing, still dressed in his officer's uniform. He leans over the side and retches in the grass.You can hear the pops and snaps of the distant bonfire now. The singing stopped. You look up, and they're standing there, the thirteen in a row, masked, spattered by mud, dirty, and ash, looking at you, weapons in hand. Lee and the Strahan boy are the only ones unmasked, and the Strahan boy looks like he's about to be sick. Lee has a very wide smile."Don't let us stop you," Mrs. Abbot speaks now, raising her red nails open handed, as if magnanimously giving a gift to you, "Go on. Release the others."Kevin, coughing, rolls out of the coffin, on hands and knees, gasping for air. The antlered man gives a whistle, and his horse returns to him, looking back at you all the while with strange gray eyes.>[ ] Keep opening coffins.>[ ] "What do you want?">[ ] Refuse.>[ ] Gun out.>[ ] Other.
>>26382914wut? if your dog ok Internal Revenue?
>>26383121The dog is fine, I just had to deal with some crap. I'm sorry I'm late is all.
>>26383117>[ ] Keep opening coffins.>[ ] "What do you want?">[ ] Other.Maybe if they start to get hostile bring up beating the horse-man.
>>26383117>>[ ] Keep opening coffins.>[ ] Other.Thank her.
>>26383117hum...>[ ] Gun out.then>[ ] Other.tell them you are a law enforcemet Agent of the U.S.A. (aka bluffing that you are with the BIA) and stop what they are doing adn release the hostages. if we can work on them giving out more information on themselves, the better.
>>26383270that.... is probably not a good idea. we are not the charismatic snarky type.
>>26383327Its called being polite, she's allowing us to save our companions, courtesy dictates we thank her
>>26383167we love your quests you write my friend. but if you have problems that need addressing in your real (off line) life, we can wait it out till later.
>>26383360Does courtesy really apply to a woman we've been attacked by, and have broken into her home? I do believe we're past that point.
>>26383360i think that when we do open them all, they will hunt us down and try to kill us. i fear this is a human sacrifice ritural and the people in the coffens are the unwilling offerings to some dark force.
Hm. Well, the closest thing to consensus is two for opening coffins.I'll try to mash them together, then, barring an objection showing up in the next two minutes.>>26383380>questSEh?
>>26383406They don't know that.>>26383425well the wild hunt needs prey, and it will happen regardless.
>>26383117>[x]OtherDrop the crowbar to Kevin.Pull out gun and straight razor.We can't stop now.
>>26383429Give Kevin the crowbar and have him open the other coffins. Then yeah, pull out our pistol and the razor."What in the hell do you want? What are you people? Not humans, I figure. I know, I know I must sound like I'm going crazy. If I, a few days ago, heard what I was saying, I would think I was crazy. But the things I've seen. The things I've learned. What foul magic are you up to?"
If shit gets really bad, we should bluff that we work for Call. If nothing else, it might buy us a couple extra seconds to run for it.
>>26383429i'm sorry, it sounded like there are problems popped up in your place. as gamer and considerit of others. i was worried you are having problems Internal Revenue.
>>26383609NO. that guy makes his mojo off of promises and implications. we did all we could to NOT be in his favor, and now you want to invoke his NAME?
>>26383673Well we'll see how things go here first.
>>26383609That's a bad idea, I think. How about we name-drop Tom, instead? Like, not say that we're working for the BIA, but something like 'you're not human, then, are you? you're something else, like Tom was talking about...' feed them the bait and let them hook themselves.
>>26383717Eh. It feels like where we are now, name dropping some magic cops wouldn't have as much pull as name dropping some magic criminals.
>>26383772... Alright, then. let's wait on further info.
You stare at the crowd. Kevin is gasping, trying to whisper something, gagging. No, you don't have time for this. You tip your hat, mumble a thank you, and run to the next coffin.You slam it in, start yanking out the nails. Kevin lays on his side, panting, eyelids flickering, staring up. You can't help but look at them. The strange crowd. Only thirteen. You swear there are only thirteen, but the in the heat shimmer, in the interplay of fire and dark, it's almost like there's a vast army at the edge of the fire light, waiting, watching. "What do you want?" You wrench out more nails, snapping open the coffin. Officer Brian is in the grass, whispering something. He seems almost half dead, "What ARE you people?" You narrow your eyes, move the crowbar over, another squall of pine wood and nails, "What is all of this?""Self defense," Sniffs Mrs. Abbot, offense pouring from every fiber of her stance, "Three strangers broke in to my property, and I was terrified for my life. At any rate though, thankfully, I didn't use any undue force," The mask shifts in the light- you can't really see much of anything of her mask. Just a patch of night shimmering in the dark, "Very strange occurrence on the property."
>>26383609BAD IDEA!>>26383717might work. but i don't think a common name like Tom could make a connection.
"Enough!" You shout, wrenching finally the top of this coffin off. You lean in and recoil- an old man stares back at you, rheumy eyes, flies buzzing about his body, what was once a woolen sweater and old levi's worn away to almost nothing. You take an involuntary step back, before looking back up at Mrs. Abbot, "What ARE you!" "A mistress of the subtle orders," She whispers demurely, hurt by your implications- and you notice the bandages on her wrists, red lines on them, "A collector of keys, and a worshiper of the temple of myself-""Miz Abbot," Lee turns, annoyed, waving his knife, "Strahan's about to lose his nerve here, can we get it a moving on already?" Mrs Abbot shakes her head, "Of course, dear, impatient, little cannibal soldier, whatever you say- Timothy Lawrence Johnson, taxman, here me well! Yes, Lee told me all about you. And Ms. Delinard here," She indicates the woman in the fur coat, who tips her head and gives a predatory smile, "Told me about what you had done in this town. Here is all you need to know, taxman- I am the host for this night's great hunt. As above, so below. Open the last box, Timothy, or I will, and I promise not to be so gentle as your crowbar!"She seems to be fond of the histrionic. Might have had a future on the stage. Were it not for the habit of killing trespassers so cruelly. She points to the last coffin, "Do it, Timothy!" Kevin wheezes something. "Not again," he whispers, staring up at the sky, "Not again.">[ ] Don't open the coffin.>[ ] Open the coffin.>[ ] Other.
>>26383923In this area, in this game, it probably would. BUT THAT IS A DIGRESSION. We aren't at that point yet and may not get there at all.
>>26383974What is Kevin on about, we must wonder to ourselves as we look at the crowd and then to the coffin. Crowbar in hand, pistol by our breast, we have to finish this. One way or another. We are a tax man after all, and it wouldn't do to leave something half done. The paperwork is insufferable when lines are left incomplete. There's a place for everything, and everything has it's place. Right now, we're here. We have a crowbar. We have a job to do.If this crazy dame and her gaggle of beasts descend on us in a few minutes, that's what's going to happen. If we fight back and manage to escape, or more likely, get killed (while maybe taking down a couple of them), then that is what happens.But right now, we have a crowbar, and our friend is still missing. We aren't done here. Not yet.Open that coffin.
>>26383974>[ ] Open the coffin.
>>26383974well, name-dropping doesn't work, they know who we are. we'll open the coffin, but can we ask for a moment to tend to our associate? he appears to have trouble breathing. while we're helping him, we talk soft and ask him what can't happen again. decide on the coffin for-realzies then.
>>26384084I think that's a bit too meta.
>>26383974>[ ] Other."Who is in it?" to Abbot and ask Kevin "What Again?" as we slowly try to open it as to by time for talking.
>>26384148we heard him saying that, didn't we? if we didn't hear it, then why would IR put it in there?Makes enough sense in my opinion.
>Hm. Minor controversy over whether to ask Kevin what's up first. I'll give it another two minutes, then flip a coin over here.>We will get Timothy out of this freaking forest one way or another by the end of this session.>Also, roughly my rate seems to average 20 minutes to write, then wait 10 minutes for consensus. Is this an acceptable rate? Just wondering. I realize 2 posts an hour is pretty slow, but, well, I'm an overwriting tit. So, I've been thinking of saving time by cutting down on the florid language, or drawing consensus faster. Any thoughts?
Rolled 79>Okay. Keeping slow, asking Kevin first. Writing.
>>26384246IR, let's solve the issue. we heard Kevin say 'Not again' IC, didn't we?
>>26384246IR, you are a really fast poster! over in Girls und Pazner Quest thread, the QM posts between one to two hours at a time.
You glance over to Kevin. What did he say?"Again?" You ask him. "Timothy?" Why do people always jump straight to your first name? Maddening. "My friend, he's hurt, shouldn't I-""The coffin, Timothy. I hope for her sake, you don't let yourself get too distracted."You hesitate, then nod, grabbing an arm of Kevin's, trying to get him on to his feet. He clambers up, slowly, and you truly regret not paying more attention to your physical fitness, "Again," Kevin murmurs, as you haul him over to the last unopened casket, "The horns. The roots. The barbs. The howls. The dogs," Kevin's face screws up as he shakes his head, whispers, "Again. Always, again.""Who is in this casket?" You ask, setting down Kevin. A contemptuous snort, "The one that hung off of his arm. Are you going to open it, or shall I?" By that description, Ella. You never did catch her last name. Not officially Officer Brian's wife yet, they don't swap names until then. "Martin?" Her mask of shadow looks over to a man wearing a great big, hoary boar's mask, "He seems hesitant. Give the girl in the box some air, would you?" Martin emits a low, and dangerous chuckle, and starts approaching. A tale man, in a pin stripe suit. That is a remarkable boar mask he has. Envelops the whole head. Looks quite realistic- you can almost see the slather on his tusks.>[ ] Open the coffin.>[ ] Let Martin do it.>[ ] Stall for time.>[ ] Other.>>26384293You did.
>>26384478>tale manI keep seeing all these god damn typos I make. I hope you guys are smart enough to auto substitute the proper word (tall in this case) when I fuck up like this.
>>26384478>[ ] Open the coffin.Though we will need to kill some of these things before the night is over.
>>26384478>[ ] Open the coffin.and >[ ] Other.if ella is in there, she needs out now! also get ready to pull your gun out and shoot boarhead/ the ork if he gets too close! we already shot up a minotaur already. shooting an Ork might also be on the list of things to do tonight.
>>26384478"What happened to your arm, Mrs. Abbot?"
>>26384611Predators go after injured prey, no?
>>26384523don't beat yourself up over it. you are doing wonderful anyway. besides, i have dyslexia and i fight hard enough to spell as well as i do so far.
>>26384478open that coffin before the Orc rips her to shreds.
>>26384611>>26384626oh, that is good. we might have to use it if we see she still injured.
>>26384655>>26384610>>26384557There has to be some song somewhere called 'coffin poppin' or something with that as the chorus, or a lyric or something. Anyway, writing-I'll include the injury question as well. Creativity good.
>>26384884>durp forgot trip"Wait, wait, wait!" You step in front of Martin, all out of proportion. Stoop back, long thin limbed, with such a large and frightful mask, "I'll open it, I'll open it!" You run to the coffin, start wrenching it open- then glance over at Mrs. Abbot. The bandages on her wrist. "What happened to your arm, Mrs. Abbot?""Never you mind, taxman, open the coffin!" You oblige, wrench it the last bit open, swing aside the top. Dried blood covers her nose and lips like a veil. Her eyes flicker open, and she groans, her hands cut and dirt covered, branches in her short tangled hair, "Kevin?" she murmurs, blinking, trying to get her bearings, before starting to cough as well. Good. She was safe. A civil servant must always be sure of the safety of the populace."They look like deep cuts, Mrs. Abbot," You glance back at her, "Are you well?""I am FINE," She hisses, balling her fists, "I am the mistress of the hunt, and will not be doubted. There, prey ready? Get on your feet. Breath a little," She raises her hand, and as her raises hire, the bonfire starts to dim, the eyes of those gathered starting to shine, "We'll give you a running start. As is tradition."Kevin starts shaking his head, stumbles over to Ella who is still shakily trying to get out of her coffin, "No, no, no, no, Ella, Ella, come on honey, up on your feet, we can make it, just 'till the dawn, please.""Oh Kevin," Ella falls in to her fiance's arms, "You know, you know-"Ignoring them. >[ ] "Who could have touched the mistress of the hunt?">[ ] Dares never end well. Run, now.>[ ] Defy the hunt. Gun out.>[ ] "Me? Running start? Don't need it," prod Kevin and Ella to go. Distract the hunters.>[ ] Other.
>>26384892>[x] "Who could have touched the mistress of the hunt?">[x]Other"I am fairly certain that you do not possession the requisite licenses and permits for this activity, Mrs. Abbot."Take out our gun and straight razor.
>>26384892>[ ] "Who could have touched the mistress of the hunt?"Let's start poking holes in her authority. we don't let up on this idea.
>>26384892>[ ] "Who could have touched the mistress of the hunt?">[ ] Defy the hunt. Gun out.>[ ] Other.Throw in a taunt about the horse man, show the ring.It's our fault that Kevin and Ella are here, if we can buy them time and help them escape, we owe them at any cost. After all our most cherished thing is justice.
>>26384962let's save the taunt for when things are balls-out failing. If we throw the fact we trounced her minion out, she might go berserk....Then again, we trounced her minion. this could also work to sow doubt in the Wild Hunt. nobody here is used to the hunted packing heat, I bet.
>>26384989Lee might be."Cannibal soldier."
>>26384949>>26384961>>26384962Okay, taunting Mrs. Abbot seems to be the theme.Also, two want to get the gun out.Writing.
>>26384892>[ ] "Who could have touched the mistress of the hunt?"Taunt her into making some sort of mistake there's got to be some tradition we can play on.
"Who could have touched the mistress of the hunt?" There's your hand again, wrapped around the straight razor. "Kevin, Kevin, listen to me," That's Ella talking, "I'm going to need you to stay calm, okay?" She sounds very tired. Very very tired. They shouldn't have gotten involved in this."You are quick to speak, taxman," Mrs. Abbot steps forward, her entire attention turned to you. Her pack's attention is split between you and her, "For being nothing in our world.""'Your' world? Please," Your thumb rubs along the outside of the blade, as you try your best to bite back the increasing giggly panic welling up inside, "You are standing on the territory of the United States. This activity, is most certainly not legal-""Your laws are nothing compared to the immutable order!" Mrs. Abbot is frustrated, seems to want nothing more than to leap across to you, and tear your throat out. You can see her flexing her hands, the fingernails seeming more like claws in the dying light, "What idiocy is this, to come waving a badge and paper like it means something?""Ahem, Mrs. Abbot?" That's Lee speaking. You keep walking, sidle to the side, away from Kevin and Ella. Mrs. Abbot mirrors your movements."You are a paper tiger, in the purest form, Timothy, an odious insect that makes himself a crown from the pulp of oaks and calls himself a king!" "Love, listen, now really isn't the time.""Did you never wonder why I am called MISSUS Abbot? Did you never wonder at the arcane power that you witnessed? Are you so NARROW minded, that you would think a mere GOVERNMENT holds power over me?"You glance back to where you used to be. Kevin and Ella are gone. They seem to have taken the hint."The only reason you still BREATH taxman, is because I intend to let a boy run you down and kill you for his immortality! Do you understand? You are livestock! Your greatest value, is that no one will miss you!" >[ ] Keep goading.>[ ] Run now. Objective accomplished.>[ ] Start shooting.
>>26384949Exactly, you'll have to remember to audit her tomorrow, if she has been shirking her duties paying hunting licenses then she's in a world of trouble.
>>26385295Shame tomorrow is Sunday.But this is going in the before bed journal for sure.
>>26385284>[ ] goad like there's no tomorrow"Miss Abbot, this the United States of America. This is no place for royalty, by tradition."
>>26385284'Just like nobody will miss the Horseman you sent after me. or anybody else who tries.
>>26385284>[ ] Keep goadingRemind her of her need of the proper licenses and permits. We need to buy our companions as much time as possible.
>>26385284[x] Keep goading.[x] Shoot the boy for whom this Hunt was arranged"The United States of America is an institution that is based upon the will of the people. You are infringing upon its laws while within its claimed sovereign territory."Your continued refusal to comply with a duly appointed civil servant and officer of the United States Federal Government is noted."
>>26385284>[ ] Keep goading."Why, I think you forget Miss Abbot, there is no nobility in the Good ol' U.S. of A. And Miss Abbot, we use cars now, not horses"
>>26385284I think now is time to start running, but not before we throw in one final jab about killing the Minotaur. Put some fear of God in these pagan beasties.
>>26385284You know what? They need to hunt. If you don't run they cannot hunt you. If we get her to straight up attack us the hunt will most likely be a failure.Interesting to note that they had intended to do this with just the feeble old man here. Maybe we could mention how they try emulate the great hunt with just a couple guys and a half dead man as prey. Kind of a low budget operation this. Hardly what one would for a Royal.
>>26385284>[ ] Keep goading."wonder at arcane power? I have seen a mundane gun make it bleed. as you are bleeding now. If anything can be hurt, it can die. i shall not fear it. We are not cattle! we ARE FREE MEN! FREE FROM TYRANY! ALL TYRANY!">>26385295good point ADD this!
Some serious goading is happening. Writing. Gonna try to make something from all these suggestions.
>>26385409>>26385397While goading is good I doubt we can make them fear us. This will just make them laugh or take us seriously enough not to make mistakes we can exploit anymore.
>>26385409USA! USA! USA!
>>26385433 That's good. If they're laughing they can't chase out compatriots, and if we're not taken half as seriously as we look then we get the first shot. Let's make that count eh?
>>26385474We are currently goading them. Making them laugh would break the mental trap we currently try to keep the vampire lady in. She is currently kept too enraged to think clearly. Changing her mind set would stop this.If they don't consider it hilarious they will just take us slightly more seriously. In turn this would mean they don't take so many chances any more. The chance of getting the first shot wouldn't increase.>>26385437In my head Mr Lawrence is more of a "JUSTICE!" type than a fanatical patriot.
>>26385523I certainly didn't mean to imply changing our tactics to comedy, but if they find us humorous that's good, they wouldn't suspect an earnest attempt. If they're intimidated we can get away with most of our limbs, hopefully.
Rolled 63, 27, 39, 61, 86 = 276Well, you're on a roll. Why stop now? Kevin and Ella will need all the time they can get. "Missus Abbot, this is the United States of America. This is no place for royalty, by tradition."There's a few chuckles among the crowd, while Lee looks up to the sky despairingly. "And besides that, there are numerous licenses I am sure that you have failed to update- for one thing, I did not see a single notice about the hunting season when I entered, furthermore, though I act on the federal level, I'm sure this entire area is a zoning nightmare-""Enough," Mrs. Abbot seems to be rapidly cooling. The bonfire behind her starts to shrink to its last few embers."And your great hunt?" You wave to the three coffins, "A dead man, and a husband and wife. Chased by a group of lackadaisical dilettantes in masks they bought at a dime store, and coach guns they must have dug out of their attics. Truly, terrifying, the United States must tremble behind their artillery and aeroplanes."Mrs. Abbot is silent now, staring at you. A few stray sparks fly up in the air. Did you see a boater hat in the crowd? "And your beast? Your 'Golarim'? In the cave? Three bullets! Hooves, in a stone cave," You give a nervous laugh, "No friction!" Silence from the audience. You're aware of twenty six eyes staring at you. "Well? What do you think of that, then? We-">Roll 3 1d100s.
Rolled 92>>26385684It's behind us, isn't it?
>>26385754Alright, Timothy's still got a bit of luck. Writing.
Rolled 95>>26385776oh thank god, the dice haven't abandoned me yet.
>>26385888... taking dice off now. that could have ended very badly.
Rolled 27, 63, 58 = 148You see Lee pull a knife from his boot, and casually toss it at you. It slams in to your chest, and sends you off your feet, down on to the ground, gasping raggedly for breath. "Hm, that didn't sound right.""Lee, do what you must to him, but remember not to kill him. Golomir must have his due.""Ech. Right, well, whatever you want, ma'am."You blink away the pain, and note to your horror a knife protruding from your chest. Directly in your pistol's holster. Lucky. But, you're currently down. Good lord, the man threw strong. Felt like you got hit by a bowling ball. You hear horns, and hear the tramping of feet, and a cheery song. Damn it. They were hunting Kevin and Ella. At least they had a lead- but who knows how long that would last.You see the boot rise, and roll out of the way, letting making a tread mark in the grass. You roll up in time to see Lee there, with his big bowie knife out, gleaming dully in the moon light."Nice night mate. Care to chat?" Lee's all smiles right now.You glance past him, see the torches bobbing away in to the dark. Maybe...Just maybe you could duck past Lee here, get after them, distract them. And maybe you could wake up and have all of this be a dream. That would be nice too."See, I come here on a contract- got no love for Missus Abbot meself, just working for the Strahans," He throws the knife in the air, catches it in boredom, "They want their boy to live forever. Well, I know me a degenerate with a great old tract of land, and an obsession with old deities. So, a deal was struck, and I gotta uphold my end," He points the knife at you, "You seem to be fond of getting in my way. So, me being a peacable sort, why don't we come to an arrangement?">[ ] Shoot him. 3 1d100.>[ ] Try to duck past him. 3 1d100, 40 and below succeed.>[ ] "...I'm willing to listen.">[ ] Other.
>>26385722>You're aware of twenty six eyes staring at you.Yeah, I'm pretty sure that they're not staring at us.
>>26385928>[ ] "...I'm willing to listen."
>>26385928>>[ ] "...I'm willing to listen.">>[ ] Other.Get the straight razor out. It probably wants to taste some more blood by now.
>>26385928>[ ] "...I'm willing to listen."he's competent. He's probably got loads of experience tracking. let's distract him while we can, then tear away at the first opportunity.
>>26385928"While greatly interested in a friendly chat, I feel obliged to save both of my friends."How do you feel about hinting that we know 'something' about that Devil eating guy? Mr. Lee was asked to kill that one after all.Hopefully he gets the hint. I doubt we can save the old guy but they only need to hunt one. Mr. Lee could surely ensure two out of three escape. This is only a symbolic hunt after all.
>>26385928Well, this escalated quickly. Let's hear what the man with a huge knife has to say, it's just polite.
Rolled 55, 19, 75 = 149Well, your side hurts. You stay bent over, backing up to the mouth of the carved wood, and then notice something. Shining on Lee's knife was a yellow glow. As discretely as possible, you glance up, and catch sight of that baleful eye.Guess Golomir was more stubborn than you though. Perched above you, you're surprised that the creature wasn't acting now. "...I'm willing to listen," Your hand strays to your pocket. You might be relying on this too much."Thanks, mighty decent," Lee glances up for a split second, then back to you. He's hoping to conceal the monster's presence, "Now, listen, you got a bum deal. It really is unfair what happened to you- a confluence of interests. Mrs. Abbot wanted to show off, claw back what little respect she has in this city after what happened between her and her, uh, 'husband,' I feel for you-""Get to the point, Mr. Lee?" You feel far too confident with this razor in your palm."Hah, savvy," Lee shakes his finger at you, a smile on his face, and a glimmer of irritation in his eyes, "Very savvy this one. I'll make this quick then. The cop, or the flapper?""Excuse me?" "You heard me. Which one will young Strahan bring down with his bare hands, bring back to the manor, and eat alive? Well, not all of them alive. Just the heart. Rest you can stew.""That's disgusting!" "Well now, that's why you're here," He points to you, "At the end of my knife. Just let me know which you can't stand, and I'll do the rest. It'll be good, really. Mrs. Abbot can have fun explaining to Merit how she's so weak she let one, one too many get away, including yourself.."Mr. Lee is a very strange man, and vile. Still, this meant one of the group was guaranteed an out. In theory, you could save the stronger.>[ ] "Leave the cop out of this.">[ ] "Let the girl go.">[ ] "How about you let me out instead? Those two should be fine.">[ ] "Your offer is sick, and disgusting. I refuse.">[ ] "And the monster above me?" >[ ] Delay.>[ ] Other.
>>26386232>[ ] "And the monster above me?"
>>26386232>[ ] "And the monster above me?" I don't trust him to not be a rules lawyer about this shit.Personally, I do not trust Kevin the slightest, what with how IR has been hinting at him, but to throw him under the bus would be bad. Dead cops are NOT what we need on our dance card right now.
>>26386232>[ ] "And the monster above me?"I think it's time to let the razor do what it does best, and exsanguinate these two.
>>26386344>>26386294>>26386265Pointing out things to Lee. Writing.
>>26386232>[ ] "And the monster above me?" >[ ] Delay.>[ ] Other.How about we suggest we become the prey for the Strahan boy, to buy time and work on the fine specifics of the deal, we are a taxman after all we should have the know how to eliminate some loop-holes. Very least we buy time. I also think if worst comes to worst we might be the most prepared out of the three.
>>26386232Why not the old guy?
Currently we don't offer anything to this nice guy in exchange for his help. How about we offer that we tell him what we know about the Devil Eater as mentioned above? He helps us survive this, we help him with his job.
Wait a- OH FUCK ME. THIS IS THE BOATERS TRYING TO MAKE US CHOOSE. THEY'RE WATCHING US RIGHT NOW, TRYING TO MAKE US CHOOSE BETWEEN THE MAN AND THE WOMAN.
>Bleh, forgot trip again. "And the monster above me?" You keep your gaze steady with Lee.Lee raises an eyebrow, but keeps his tone level, "Oh yeah, that. It's probably waiting because it doesn't want to damage something on you- or respect for me, which would be flattering. Don't worry- it doesn't speak English. Just keep level toned, and don't. Look. At. It.""So, no guarantee of my safety then?" There's a stirring in the foliage behind Lee."Well mate, I have my job, I imagine you have yours. I was gonna just leave you for the thing- but you've got the devil's own luck. I was aiming to keep you down- I like my conversations one sided, but you didn't even get a scratch."Something green glints behind Lee, before going back in to hiding. If Lee is aware of it, he makes no show of it, staying stock still, with his bowie knife at the ready. "The old man wasn't enough?" Lee makes a sour face at that, "What, you want the boy to get sick? And no. His heart gave out. Strahan didn't kill him. Doesn't count. Stupid Mrs. Abbot and her attempts to 'incarnate the believing over consciousness through primal proto-emblems,' whatever that bloody well means. But that's dancing about the point mate. Which do you want to live?">[ ] Man.>[ ] Secretary.>[ ] "There's something behind you, Lee.">[ ] "I'm not picking who lives and who dies, Lee.">[ ] Other.
>>26386517>>26386512Sonofabitch I called it. It's the Boater-Hats trying to get us IRL. >[ ] "I'm not picking who lives and who dies, Lee."Let's also mention that there were a large group of men with Boaters behind you all. let's see if that spooks him any.Let's keep our mysterious hideaway to ourselves for the moment.I also think we're all starting to pass out, IR.
>>26386517>[ ] "I'm not picking who lives and who dies, Lee."
>>26386517"I'm not picking who lives and who dies, Lee. I'm a tax man, my job is to keep the accounts balanced."
>>26386566Yes and so am I, but damn it I vowed in this session to get Timothy out of these fucking woods, and it will fucking HAPPEN. Though I suppose it would be a dick move to make it so that players that have normal sleep schedules get punished. Worse comes to worse, I'll try to pick this up tomorrow.
>>26386566To expand off of this, maybe Tim's struck by the resemblance between this choice and his dream, then connects to the boater hats in the crowd. something like, 'I saw men wearing boater hats and no eyes in your crowd. I had a dream about them recently. I don't think they're friends of yours.'
>>26386593>>26386579>>26386566Hah! Three votes! Writing.
>>26386631Is... is this a good thing, or should I break out the Doom Paul preemptively?
Rolled 69, 9, 32, 28 = 138"I'm not picking who lives and who dies, Lee," You pull your hand out of your pocket. You keep your fist wrapped around the razor. Lee cocks an eyebrow at this."What? I'm giving you a chance here, chum. You lose both if you don't pick."You shake your head, "I'm no judge Lee. I'm just a taxman," You pull Lee's knife out of your holster, and drop it to the grass, "I'm just here to make sure the books balance."Lee raises an eyebrow, shakes his head, "Well, good work then son. They both die. Can't get more balanced than that," He looks up, above you, "Golomir, ding ding ding. Dinner time," He gives you an apologetic look, "I tried. Call be damned, I tried."Two things happen very fast, very quick.The first, you hear an enraged snarl above you, and the crack of well carved and treated wood, as something leaps down towards you.The second, something eight feet tall, a blur of white, silver fur bursts from the undergrowth behind Lee, shining black claws at the ready. >First, obviously, give me 3 1d100s for a dodge, if there are enough of you conscious to do that.>Second:>[ ] Warn Lee. >[ ] Draw your gun.>[ ] Charge Lee.>[ ] Charge Golomir.>[ ] Other.
Rolled 72>>26386720[x] Draw your gun.[x] Shoot Golomir
>>26386720Draw your gun.
Rolled 68>>26386720Draw gun, Charge Golomir. we'll have to trust our mysterious interloper is on our side.
Rolled 44>>26386720>Get the hell out of the wayJust as you said, you're not here to choose who lives and dies, you're here to check that in the end books are balanced.
Rolled 12>>26386778>>26386720Whoops forgot my roll
>>26386780>>26386754Why, exactly? We're not an action hero and shooting the thing just slows it down at best.
>>26386787But we want to slow it down so that we can get away.
>>26386720Grab Lee's Knife and stab him with it.
>>26386780>>26386759>>26386754I am surprised at how many responded actually.Also, drawing gun. Writing.
>>26386800I'm just calling going out guns blazing OOC behavior for Timothy. He's about justice, not violence.
I think it's time for you to call it a night, IR. MAybe finish whatever post you've got cooking, break it into 2 parts, and have the 2nd with choices posted in 8 hours or so. please? I'm swaying as I type.
>>26386821But when Justice is no longer on the table and the opponent has resorted to violence, you must respond in kind. only when you hold a position of strength can you answer violence with peace.
>>26386844Ah, but you're presuming that the violence is directed towards us. If we couldn't choose between our compatriots, how could we choose between Golomir and Lee? Let it play out as it is meant to be, is all.
>>26386830Seconding, this would be a pretty good spot for a cliffhanger anyway.
>>26386759>>26386780>>26386781Our rolls are ridiculous. It's like rolling 6 on a d6 nearly as much as all the other results combined.>>26386815I have woken up just a few hours ago but I would still prefer you don't DM sleep deprived. Players also tend to make bad decisions when lacking rest.Also guns are not quite as useful as magic blades are in close quarters, I think, but whatever.
You glance up just in time to see horseshoes. You turn, try to run, try to scramble for your gun, but it's too late.Two hundred and forty four pounds of muscle and hate land directly on your right shoulder. You're beyond screaming. As you're forced into the dirt, your arm splayed at an unnatural angle, you feel bones that you've never been truly conscious of. In a remarkably short time, you know them as friends, get to know their neighbors, their range of motion, and their breaking points. Pushed in the dirt and grass, you open and shut your mouth like a gold fish. Your right arm, part of you thinks. Why did it have to be the right arm?Not even the sight of Lee's momentary surprise before a blur of white muscle bats him to the side, sending him down in to the ground really registers on your mind. The sight of that terrible wolf's head leaning in, its single eye curled in rage, a scar along its right cheek, caked in clay and stone. It got the drop on you, you numbly realize. Quite literally.You smile a moment. Lee. Thinking you were both predators- treating about life and death. What an idiot. In the dark, in the woods. There are real monsters. The hoof twists, and you find the energy to scream again.>To be continued tomorrow because FUCKING DAMN IT WE ARE GETTING OUT OF THESE WOODS GOD. I apologize, readers. I read last thread and realized the entire thread was getting out of a house. Pacing must pick up again. >Hopefully we can use this thread again. Because, again, I hate to have too big a footprint in suptg.>>26386821>To be fair, Timothy is currently frightened for his life. Self defense at the moment.>Sorry everyone. I will do my best to be faster tomorrow. Pick up at 18:00 4chan time tomorrow?
>>26386889That would be lovely. I bet we can bump this sucker a few times in the meanwhile. It'll probably survive anyway for 3/4 of a day.
>>26386917Thank you. I'm going to go crash now.
>>26386889Pacing is acceptable for a few important bits. These are the beginnings, our detailed sneaking for example established that we know what to consider when sneaking and prefer sneaking over alternatives. This would allow you, were we to replay the same situation, to take over Mr. Johnson for longer periods of time. Instead of>There are people. They are talking. How do you wish to proceed?>They have moved, do you still wish to sneak?>Something minor happens, do you still want to stay hidden?>They moved again, what do you want to do?you could condense it into half that many posts. Generally I like for the players to establish how the protagonist acts in situations in detail when a new situation comes up and for the amount of player input in repeating situations to shrink continuously.>>26386946Sleep well.
>>26386946What time tomorrow, and damn am I sad I missed most of this
>>26386983see>>26386889>18:00 4chan time.
>>26386983shit nevermind. 4chan is PST, isn't it?
>>26386995Well, it'll be thirteen hours from now. I think 4chan is like US eastern seaboard.
>>26386993I just noticed, is 4chan PST? I need to go find a timezone converter.
>>26386995Look at your timestamp. Look at you clock. Use math.
...Guys, do you think Timothy is going to die?
>>26387015Crap. I hope I wake up that early.
>>26386994Dammit, if you're going to Archive, fit the goddamn theme of 'In which Timothy L. Johnson...' this is bugging me something fierce.
>>26387175My bad, anon!
>>26387175I'm not alone in my OCD! But it's been marred forever. Barring intervention of God, the archive descriptions shall never be that beautiful whole they once were.
>>26387214we could negative vote sink it 'til it gets deleted then re-submit it. I think that works.but I'm not 100% certain
>>26387233No, that wouldn't work. Threads don't auto delete. LL has to purge them. By the time it would be deleted, this thread would be dead and gone.
>>26387214I'm really sorry anon, but for what's it worth the archives were marred already in the fourth installment...
>>26387344No, yeah, I knew that. Sorry, I shoulda been specific, didn't want to try to burden you with all the blame.Aside from that, archives don't matter so much. It's just an obsessive thing that means nothing.
Thanks for running this quest IR, I really like it.But damn you PST, why must your evening be in the middle of my night?(GMT +2 here)
The Hyperion Corporation would like to say: Live! LIVE!
I wonder if Timothy and company would ever get a chance to head back for the crime scene.I don't think Kevin would be in any condition to provide escort after this ordeal.Also, page 8 bump 'til IR comes back
BMP FOR THE BUMP GOD!
>To pick up where we left off.You were insensate there for a time. Screaming, then faded out for a moment.Your right shoulder is broken. Crushed underneath a horse shoe. You really hope it isn't permanent. The creature is bending over now, leaving you face to face with it's large, glowing eye. The lips of it have peeled back, revealing yellowed, chipped teeth, shining with drool in the half moon. Your gun is half out of its holster. You feel an incredible amount of pain. But you're able to set it to the side. Lee is gone, in a blur of white and silver. You hear his cries, and the snarls of something dragging him up in to the wood. But right here, you are pinned under this creature. Golomir.At least you can see the bullet wound in its face is still there, caked in clay and dirt. The creature growls, low, deep in the throat, curious. It twists it's hoof in your shoulder again, and there's another flare of pain. But you don't scream again. You grit your teeth.>[ ] Try to talk to it.>[ ] Go for your gun, quick as you can.>[ ] Give it the ring you took from its cave.>[ ] Throw the ring as far as you can with your left arm.>[ ] Other.
>>26394727>[ ] Give it the ring you took from its cave.Get ready to hand it over, and just as it reaches for it switch to:>[ ] Throw the ring as far as you can with your left arm.
>>26394849Err, IR maybe everyone assumes that you'll be starting at the same time as yesterday?
Rolled 49, 42, 10 = 101You can taste the grit of dirt in your mouth, pressed as you are into the grass. Looking up at the creature, it really doesn't make sense that it hasn't killed you yet. The ring. You did take the ring from its home after all. Maybe that would be what it wanted? Your left arm slithers down- and hesitates for a moment as the creature's eye flickers to follow the movement. You halt, and the creature glances at the arm, then back to you. There is a slow nod. Well, that's a start. You resume, pulling your arm in slowly, and reaching to your suit jacket with the ring. You manage to get a grip on it, then lift it out, raising it to the creature's sight. It brightens, reaches out to grasp for it with its claws.And then you throw it. Throw it out in the glade with the cooling bonfire with all of your might. The creature's eye follows it, and it snatches for it, too late. The glimmering ring falls out in to the moon light.The thing looks back to you, cyclopean eye narrowed in fury. It looks back to the ring, anxiously, then stands away from you, looking for its missing ring. Then it gives you a kick in your crushed shoulder. It crackles like gravel under a wheel.You have the terrible premonition that it'll never heal right, if you survive this night. The creature turns, and sprints off in to the night. You feel cold, on a warm August night.>[ ] Run now, back to the manor, and your car.>[ ] Get your gun out with your left hand. You're going to make sure the thing stays down this time.>[ ] Check how Lee is doing.>[ ] Go follow the hunters. You came here with a purpose.>[ ] Other.>>26394890>Well, I did write it in the thread that I'd be starting 18:004chan time. Though probably there were already a bunch of people passed out by that time, regrettably. I'll forge on, if you are okay with it.
>>26395089>[x] follow the hunters - you came with a purposeCivil servant cannot be slowed down by something as trivial as crushed shoulder. Can't you feel the weight of nation's worth of responsibility on them every day when checking the tax returns?Carry on with our duty as befits a champion of the only other universal constant aside from death.
>>26395166This. The United States of America would never stop for such a trivial injury.
>>26395089[x] Go follow the hunters. You came here with a purpose.We have an obligation.And as for throwing the ring rather than just giving it, in the words of Mr. Zedmore, "That was really STUPID!"
You grit your teeth,breath carefully, and lift yourself off of the ground. You can worry about it later. That's what doctors are for. Kevin and Ella are still in danger, they needed saving. That's what you are for. You teeter to your feet, and then stand, ignoring the dreadful pain of your arm swinging loosely. It wouldn't go down all the way, kind of stuck off at a slight angle. You could worry about it later. Hand on your arm to keep it steady, to keep the pain from making you pass out, you run on.You're lucky this time. You scrape and stumble up the rise, thankfully holding back the instinct of using your right arm to steady yourself. Feet dragging through pine needles, you manage to bring yourself to the top of the artificial hillock, and look out at the forest. You can see bobbing lights. The pursuers, fanning out. Couldn't have found the two yet. The forest stops a while short of the side of the lake, leaving open beach. You can see two black dots against the moon light reflected on St. Clair. Heading away from the distant lights of the manor. That might be Kevin and Ella. Or Granger and Rick, who you had left earlier. Whoever they are, the hunt will find them soon.You are a civil servant. Your duty might have been not so dramatic as a soldier's, but the spirit of service is there. >[ ] Shoot your gun, yell, do anything to get the attention of the hunters.>[ ] Yourself, you are brave. Go after the hunt directly.>[ ] Now isn't the time to risk your life so blatantly. Go after the runners on the shore.>[ ] Other.
>>26395358[x] Shoot your gun, yell, do anything to get the attention of the hunters.We must first distract the Hunt.Then we shall hunt them down, one by one, as the unbalanced accounts they are.Our straight razor and arm shall be the wrath of the Federal Government, and it shall slice away their lives like an audit of accounts cuts away debts from a delinquent account.
>>26395358>[ ] Yourself, you are brave. Go after the hunt directly.
>>26395483>>26395478Hrm. I'll give it two minutes, then flip the coin.
Rolled 2>>26395483>>26395478First for distracting.Second for going dead at them. Writing.
>>26395562looks like there will be some account balancing
You had to do this. You had to find them, to get them to safety.But what was most dangerous was the hunters.You thought for a moment, about bringing their wrath on you. Draw their attention, make you the focus of their hunt, but that didn't seem wise. You liked it quiet. You liked being inconspicuous.You let go of your arm for a moment, ignore the pain, and reach for the straight razor in your pocket. In the awkwardness of reaching for your right pocket with your left hand, you feel your fingers brush your pocket watch for a moment, and decide to check the time. Only 10:23PM. Not as late as you expected. You put your watch away, shift your razor from right pocket to left. You remember you had a crowbar- left it by the broken coffins. Damn. You'll have to remember to pick that up later.You go down the hill, stepping along roots and quiet paths, being remarkably quiet for a man that hadn't grown up a forest. As you get down in to the trees, the bobbing lights get obscured, but that's okay. You have a good idea where they were going, and they make no secret of what they're doing. You suppose they relish in the terror they inflict on their chosen prey- would explain the whole of this ridiculous set up with coffins and horses and horns and kidnapping people. You wonder a moment at who the old man that died was- well, that might be the policeman's job. You'd have to make a note of it- your hand reflexively reaches for your notebook, until you remember your condition. Your left arm still does not bleed.You hear a man shout something up ahead. Through a thicket of slim white trees. He needs to use the lavatory. Then, almost as if in response, you hear a clink, and behind a fallen cedar. >[ ] Wait here, ambush him when he comes through. 3 1d100 rolls, 40 and below succeed.>[ ] Go investigate that noise first, as quietly as possible. 3 1d100 rolls, 50 and below succeed.>[ ] No one just shouts that on a hunt. Hide. 3 1d100 rolls, 60 and below succeed.
>>26395783>[ ] No one just shouts that on a hunt. Hide. 3 1d100 rolls, 60 and below succeed.
>>26395783>[ ] No one just shouts that on a hunt. Hide.I am suspicious.
>>26395783[x] Investigate quietlyDiscrepancies must be spotted and their nature determined before they can be eliminated.
Wait. I forgot to make you roll.Actually, I'll give this one to you. Timothy's quiet, it's a forest, and this guy isn't actively expecting trouble. Writing.
Too suspicious. Far too suspicious. Who would shout that? You step back, find a tree to hide behind. Your right arm was useless. Couldn't take risks here. You have had to do this a lot this night. You might have to start teaching classes on it.The man stumbles out, college sweater on ragged, a wolf's mask on his face, sweat pouring from his neck. The Strahan boy. The guest of honor. He's shaking his head, pulling his mask back and off. Sweating like mad. He's got something in his other hand, looks like a cigarette case small and shiny."Lee," he hisses, drawing what looks like a match from the case, "Where are you Lee. You left me!" He's shivering like mad, glancing around wide eyed with fear. He suddenly stills. You do too. You heard a tearing noise from the right, and a hissed intake of breath. The boy whispers some word, and the match springs to life, glowing a strange violet fire. "Who's there?" He turns to the bushes, presenting his back to you, creeping forward and squinting, the wolf mask on the earthen floor behind him forgotten, "Is someone there?">[ ] Come around the tree with a gun up, and hold him up for information.>[ ] Wait. Watch.>[ ] Listen to your razor. Roll 3 1d100s, 45 and below succeed.>[ ] Sneak past him while he's distracted. No roll necessary. >[ ] Other.
>>26396081>[ ] Listen to your razor. Roll 3 1d100s, 45 and below succeed.For two reasons, it means neither Ella nor Kevin has to die, and we get to get the probably crippled Lee in trouble with his boss.
>>26396081>[ ] Sneak past him while he's distracted. No roll necessary. He is weak, and not actively hunting like the others. They, we must kill because they are the greater threat.
>>26396141>>26396107This'll probably be pretty major as far as decisions go, so I'm hesitant to make it a flip of the coin. Any chance that we'll get another vote, or some kind of compromise?
>>26396107Is me.>>26396141Has a better idea, we can come back for the not yet immortal kid after we deal with the paranormal beasts.
Alright then. Sneaking mission is go.
It's a simple matter. Apparently the Strahan kid isn't used to this. Focusing on the bushes with his violet match, he doesn't notice as you walk past him. You have reached a trail by now, and can smell the smoke of the hunters. There's a minor crowd of them, walking slowly behind the horse rider, though it looks like two are looking after where the boy went. Two men, rather stout, short. Long arms resting in the crooks of their arms, and flash lights waving to the right of you. Haven't seen you yet. You creep to the left, making a long circle, but staying close enough to hear their mask muffled conversation."Kid doesn't have his heart in it," One says, casting his flash light to where the boy went."Doesn't matter if he has his heart in it, it matters whether or not his father does. That, and Lee.""I suppose so," The man sighs, "At least we have the cop's trail. Where'd the girl go?""She was here a little while ago," The man tips his head up to the trees now, bringing his flash light up with it. A mole's mask, long and pointed, with whiskers drooping from it, "Maybe she climbed?""Hah, well, we can go check the traps," The other says shouldering his shotgun, then freezes, "Oh! I just got that!"Mole mask turns to the other, "Got what?""Heart in it! I just got that, hah!" The man whose mask you can't see clap's the mole on the shoulder, "You're pretty funny, y'know?""Know what? What were you talking about?""What? You did that unintentionally?"
"I don't know what you're talking about. Look, can you go get the kid?" Mole mask waves over to where the Strahan boy was, "I'm starting to get creeped out. That weird tax collector, Mrs. Abbot's...Well, anger, and now BOTH Lee and Delinard are gone!""Don't worry. Mrs. Abbot's psoglav has made his mark," The man to the mole's left walks forward, revealing a fish's mask, "He likes to draw things out, ooooh!" The fish turns, waving his fingers at the mole, "Maybe WE'RE the ones really being hunted!""Don't do that," The mole looks back to the main party through the trees, trotting away, "Go get the kid out here.""Whatever you say," the laugh behind the fishes mask seems to echo hollowly, "Just save me a piece of the cop."The man in the mole mask glances back and forth between where the fish masked man went, and where the hunting party are going. The hunting party are well within range to hear his screams. What a terrible thing to think. >[ ] Eliminate the mole. 3 1d100, 45 and below to succeed.>[ ] Follow the fish until he's out of screaming range of the hunt. If a mistake occurs, only the mole and the Strahan boy would hear. 3 1d100, 45 and below to succeed.>[ ] Leave them. Go after the main hunt.>[ ] Other.
>>26396576>[ ] Eliminate the mole. 3 1d100, 45 and below to succeed.Even if he screams that means the hunt follows us, not the innocents.
>>26396625Mole must die. Gimme rolls.
>>26396576>[ ] Eliminate the mole. 3 1d100, 45 and below to succeed.It time to audit this man's accounts.
Rolled 47>>26396695Time to die, Mole.
>>26396695Are we really a killer, though? Seems like a weird action to me.
>>26396748>>26396720>>26396719The dice seem skeptical of Timothy's killing intent. Writing.
Rolled 30The dice simply are not with Timothy today.
>>26396770The dice know that Timothy ain't a killer, anon.
Your left hand clenches on the razor. You stare at the mole. No, not a mole. Person in a mole mask. Better to think of him as a mole. Vermin that destroys crops. Farmers kill moles all the time. Moles are nuisances.There was a person's eyes in that mask, looking left and right. The person was nervous. The person was a cannibal, and was part of a party that sought to hunt you down and kill you. You're a taxman. Not some kind soldier, not even a gman. You squeeze hard on the folded razor. This wasn't the time to hesitate. You were in a world of killers now. If you had stayed over the beast, had made SURE it was dead, your right arm wouldn't be crippled. Kevin. Ella. Who you were, or might want to be, doesn't matter so long as they're in danger. You close your eyes for a moment. Breath out. Grab the razor in shaking hand, and thumb the blade out. Then you hear someone shout behind you, and you feel a relief and a frustration that something has distracted you. The man in the mole mask perks up, as a hollow sounding voice shouts out, "Strahan got her! Strahan found her!"The mole in the mask starts jogging for the bushes, shotgun and flash light in hand.>[ ] Don't let him get away! Get him, now! Give me 3 1d100s, 45 and below succeed.>[ ] Follow him quietly. He hasn't noticed you yet. 3 1d100, 60 and below succeed.>[ ] Other.>>26396740>Timothy's whatever the players make him. I try to write and catch up. >Though the razor has been an influence as well. Even Timothy's starting to notice this.
Rolled 34>>26396936>[ ] Don't let him get away! Get him, now! Give me 3 1d100s, 45 and below succee>[ ] Other make a mental note that we need to ditch this razor. Things messing with our head is bad, but survival first.
>>26396936Follow him quietly, he'll lead us to Ella.
>>26397011>>26397001I realize it's my fault, and I probably shouldn't waste more time asking, but shall I roll the 1d2?
Well, the razor had gotten you out of situations before. But now is not the time. You're starting to feel a foreboding that it is influencing you.You follow the man quietly. As eager as he is running down the way, you don't particularly have to worry about being stealthy. He is focused on the potential prize. It only takes a few moments for him to come upon the scene. The Strahan boy is there, with fish mask next to him, looking down a small gully, behind a fallen tree. The boy glances up at the mole's entrance, then goes back to looking down. You circle around the opposite way, try to peer over them. It looks like the edge of a pit.Mole mask glances over the shoulder of the Strahan boy, gives a low whistle that reverberates strangely in the mask, "Beartrap, huh?""Yeah," Fishmask sounds disappointed, shakes his head, waves with his double barrel, "Right above the ankle. She's probably lost a lot of blood already. We'll need to get everyone over here, get her back to the manor as soon as possible. Sorry pal," The fish mask looks over at the college boy's face, "Shame you missed out on it. Nothing like a woman's flesh. You'll have to go for the cop.""Wait, I thought Lee's deal only counted for if he killed her? She's still alive down there," Mole joins the other two. Fish mask laughs a bit behind his mask."Ahhh, hey, shut up!" Before they can continue arguing, Strahan speaks, looking down, without a mask, "She's awful quiet."
>>26397121>>26397181roll for it, IR?
The other two lean over the log, look down. You try to get over to the side, to the left, to be able to look down the pit, threading between the trees, but instinct stops you. It's too hazardous.The mole speaks first."Hm. You got that right. Tough one down there, aren't you?" No response, "Maybe she's just exhausted. Accepted it."Still no response from below."She's alive, right?" The mole turns to fish and Strahan."Yeah. Was glaring daggers at us. C'mon," The fish claps the mole on the shoulder, "Let's go to the hunt. Let them know we bagged one. Hopefully we'll be lucky, and they'll have the cop too.""You only need one of us, right?" That's Ella's voice. Fish laughs, "Ah, young love! Strahan, you can talk to her.""You only need one of us!" That's her shouting again. Her voice sounds weak from exhaustion and blood loss.Fish and mole walk past, leaving Strahan behind the log, looking down. You feel a dreadful sympathy for your razor's arguments now.>[ ] Don't let them reach the main hunt. 3 1d100, 55 and below.>[ ] Wait for them to pass. Then put down Strahan. 3 1d100, 60 and below.>[ ] Wait for them to pass. Speak to Strahan.>[ ] Wait for them to pass. As soon as you have an opening with Strahan, get down to the pit, and get Ella out.>[ ] Other.
>>26397420>Sorry, shoulda announced I was writing. Just worried about thread health.>Also, pardon me for about 40 minutes, I need to go out and get something to eat.
>>26397427we put down Straham. without the guest of honor, the hunt fails. Mrs. Abbot and her guests get in a world of shit with whoever Straham is kin to, and likely get killed.
>>26397495actually, you know what? we put down the two leaving first. they're the more pressing priority.
>>26397427>[ ] Don't let them reach the main hunt. 3 1d100, 55 and below.
>>26397514Yeah how about no? We're not going to take on two men with a broken right arm. Wait for them to pass instead, then surprise the Stratham kid.
>>26397575... fuck it, you're right. I'm an indecisive bastard, aren't I? put down Straham.
>>26397575These seem to be mortal men, a single shot will kill a man. I think we could get three off pretty quick.
>>26397728A) they have guns tooB) we're not a good shot even with our right hand
>>26397755C) gunshot noises
>>26397755Damn, forgot that. Well, good thing we have real thinkers with us.
I dunno. Strahan doesn't seem to be onboard with the whole hunt business. Maybe we could make friends with him?
>>26398007If Strahan dies, it fucks up Abbot big time.
>>26397427>[ ] Wait for them to pass. As soon as you have an opening with Strahan, get down to the pit, and get Ella out.May I point out we're trying to help these people and swiftness is key when you've got someone bleeding out.
>>26398031True, but we can't get Ella out of here with Strahan watching over us.
>>26398007>"Kid doesn't have his heart in it," One says, casting his flash light to where the boy went.>"Doesn't matter if he has his heart in it, it matters whether or not his father does. That, and Lee."He's doing it because he has to, not because he wants to. He could be a bead on what's going on.
>>26398007I think I agree with this. The last time we tried to act like a G-man and go in guns first, we got our arm possibly broken irreparably. the time before that, we nearly killed the VIP and got booted from the BIA recruiting. We talk to him first.
>>26398091Well, could we kill him with the razor on our way down?
>>26397427>[ ] Other.>"Ah, young love! Strahan, you can talk to her."Hide and listen in on what Strahan would talk about with Ella.Depending on what he says, I'll go for either "Putting him down" or "Talking to him."
>>26398194That's a nice idea, but Ella's bleeding to death in a bear trap. Time is not on our side.
Back. Sorry that took so damn long.Okay, I'm a bit confused about the votes since there seems to have been some debate as things went down the line. It seems to boil down to either:1) Talking to Strahanor2) Killing Strahan. (Then after that of course going to Ella's aid) Are there any other ideas I missed? Let me know. Otherwise, just reply to this post with what you'd like to do.
>>26398299Wait for the other to pass, then jump on Stratham. Make it a single, clean cut.
>>26398299>[ ] Wait for them to pass.>1) Talking to StrahanAt gunpoint.
>>26398299Talk to him. we're in no condition to knife-fight, and guns are not good for sneaking.
>>26398299Talk, but have the razor ready, try to be kind and calm. If we can convince Strahan to chicken out we can save both our allies.
>>26398299>>26398337Let's do this, keep our options open.
Okay. Seems Strahan lives for now. And at least two people want him kept at gunpoint. Writing.
>>26398462Yes. Remind him to be very quiet.AND MAKE SURE TO KEEP OUR EARS OPEN AND CONTINUALLY CHECK THAT NO ONE IS COMING BACK UP ON US TO GET US FROM BEHIND WHILE WE'RE DISTRACTED
The grip you have on the razor is starting to hurt. Just a quick stroke. Just a quick little dash across the throat. The edge would do all of the work, all you'd need to do is hold it. You let go of the razor, and reach for your pistol. Strahan doesn't notice you at first, looking down at the pit in the half light of the moon, but you're not walking careful and quiet right now. He glances up, his face going slack in shock, before he notices the pistol in your hand that you raise up to him. You don't say anything, walk past him to the edge of the log, look over the side. He draws breath, but you raise the gun. He gets the message. Charades is easy when you have a firearm. You look over the edge of the trunk. You see Ella, hands balled into fists, prying at the edges of the trap's teeth. So much red on her pale legs. You swallow, look away. You fight down the urge to be sick. She doesn't notice you right now, which is good.Gotta be quick. "Can you help her?" The motive and a silent promise if he fails is in your hand."Who are-""Can you help her?" You raise the pistol. Strahan steps back."My father, my family is very important, I-I-I wouldn't-""Not relevant, Strahan," You step forward, pistol up. The boy is taller than you. It must look funny on the outside, a nebbishy little lump like you, holding a shaking pistol up to a fit young man that has a good three inches on you, "Can. You. Help. Her?"
Strahan finds something interesting to his right, unwilling to look at your gun, swallows, nods with some hesitation. Pats his belly, a clinking noise, "Yes, yes I can. Is Lee alive?""I didn't hurt him," True, "Do you need to be here for this?""Well, no, it's just a p-" Strahan freezes at that admission.You don't need Strahan for this, apparently."Li-listen, I," Strahan looks around, starts whimpering, "I didn't want this. My Dad was with Lee, back in South Africa, said he was calling in a favor with him- I don't want to eat somebody! I don't, I mean, not somebody innocent! Fuck, I was in college, I, I, just leave me out of this, please!" He looks down, licks his lips, then nods frantically, "But you DO need me! The gunshot, it'll bring the whole of the hunt on you, hah," He smiles, "Yeah, you wouldn't, couldn't do that- so, why don't you, you just lower that gun, huh? We can talk civil like. I never done you any wrong. I was quiet, when I saw you running with that bloody razor upstairs in the manor, you know? Nobody has to shoot anybody, you know?"Ella is bleeding in the pit right now. >[ ] Slit his throat. You don't need him. Dice 3 1d100, 60 and below succeed.>[ ] "Enough. Go help her. Remember I still have my gun on you.">[ ] Lower the gun, "Okay. Go help her.">[ ] "Enough. Give me whatever it is, and get out of here.">[ ] Other.
>>26398790>[ ] "Enough. Go help her. Remember I still have my gun on you."
>>26398790Tell him to give us what will help her. Take it, and then slit him with the razor.
>>26398790>[ ] "Enough. Give me whatever it is, and get out of here.">[ ] Other.If the hunt is after me, its not after the cop, good enough in my books.
>>26398858But Ella is right there, we need to help her out of the hole first, and get her to the car or at least take Strahan away so the gunshot will give her time to hobble.
>>26398790let's remember Call and his thing for promises. He taught us much inadvertantly about the power of words and actions for the supernatural."promise me you will not kill or eat any of the three of us, upon your life. Promise you will call off the hunt when the chance is given, upon your life. Promise you will guarantee our safe passage away, upon your life." If he does that, lower the gun and let him help her.
>>26398893true enough. but with the condition she's in, they might think she's dead/ignore her
>>26398790Let him help Ella, and watch him for any funny stuff.
>>26398790>[ ] "Enough. Give me whatever it is, and get out of here."After receiving whatever it is, ask how it's gonna help or how to use it.>>26398906This too.
>>26398918Beind dead won't stop them for taking her to be eaten.
>>26398942yes it will, Strahan needs to be the one who killed her.
>>26398951They're going to eat her too no matter what Strahan does, they're cannibals. Do you think that they'd just leave her to rot in the woods?
>>26398906Let's throw in a threat to this, if he doesn't promise this, we'll shoot him. Maybe something along the lines of 'I could have killed you with your back turned. I could shoot you now. that's twice i've spared your life.' Get that favor machine thrumming.
Okay, vote count is:>Help her out Strahan, but I'm not stupid. Remember the gun: 3>Gimme the stuff and stab: 1>Enough, gimme the spruce juice and go: 2Hope that's accurate. And everyone seems pretty positive about the promise thing, so we'll add that in as well. Barring objections, writing.
>>26399076Have him promise to help. But don't promise that we won't hurt/kill him. We need to keep our options open.We might need to use him as a hostage to get out of here.
>>26399127the guy up there was saying 'do such and such, upon your life'. if he doesn't do that, we'll kill him. doesn't rule out killing him anyway.
>>26399147I'm just specifying. If words do have power, and promises likewise, we don't want to paint ourselves into a corner. We want as many outs as possible.
"Enough," You hold up the gun, "Go help her. No funny business."Strahan shakes his head, "That is a threat that you would have to be stupid to attempt, and hence, no threat at all. Leave the gun be, okay? You couldn't do it, it would be suicide."You hold his gaze behind cracked spectacles.Strahan keeps his face frozen, but his eyes lose their steadiness."You couldn't.""Mr. Strahan, I have seen a great deal that I thought impossible in the past three days," You place your thumb on the M1911's hammer, "Pulling a trigger seems quite possible to me.""Hold on now- I'm not the bad guy here-""Promise me you will not kill and/or eat any of the three of us, on your life. Promise you will call off the hunt when the chance is given, on your life. Promise you will guarantee our safe passage, on your life," You draw out those last three words, "Promise me that, and I will lower my gun here.""I can't-""Promise!""Fine!" Strahan shouts, looking despairingly down, "No harm shall come to you, the girl or the cop from my hand. I'll ask Mrs. Abbot to call off the hunters, and, and," He looks up. Your gun does not waver. He closes his eyes, whispers, "I promise I'll do my absolute best to get you three to safety. Happy?"You breath out. Take a few seconds, then lower your arm, "No. Just relieved," You jerk your head, "Go on then."Strahan nods, pulling up his sweater. There is a bag on his belly, looks like a big cloth laundry bag, dyed navy blue. He unties it from himself, sets it on the ground, and starts looking through. He draws out what seems to be a belt of snakeskin, and a circular tin, the sort you'd see hair polish in. He looks a little worried, "That bear trap's shut tight, I, uh," He looks up, then nods, goes back to his bag, "I'll do what I can."
>>26399571>"Mr. Strahan, I have seen a great deal that I thought impossible in the past three days," You place your thumb on the M1911's hammer, "Pulling a trigger seems quite possible to me."I love that!
He finishes his collection with a pair of gloves, and what looks like a little white depressor. One final look back at you, then he goes over the log, and down to Ella with you following. You look down in time to see Ella raising a police revolver."Wait, wait! Don't shoot!" Strahan is shouting, raising his bundle of things in front of himself, "I'm here to help, really!" "He is," You echo from above. Ella looks back up to you."Tim! Oh thank God you're alive Tim," She looks weak, almost on the edge of consciousness, as she drops her pistol, "I, oh God, I felt bad about leaving you behind, but- shit," She grunts, looks back to the trap, "The fuck is going on anyway? What the Hell is all this- wait, stop," She shakes her hair, "They're going to be coming back. I, I don't think I can help. I sent Kevin on, I hope he's okay, did you see him?""No, Ella," You glance behind to the woods. No hunters. No torches, "Listen, that man is there to help your leg, okay? Stay calm.""It's broken!" She shouts it, "It's broken. I can't, I can't make it now. God," She laughs a little, shakes her head, "I don't know what I was thinking. This little adventure...What a joke."Strahan heads over for the trap, takes a look at it. Shakes his head, "Oh, this isn't good. There's a padlock," He looks up to you, "I can work on it, but this is going to take all night.""Honey, time is something none of us have," Ella is speaking now, very calmly. All out of tears, you suppose, "Just leave it. That leg isn't coming back as is.""Well...That is one choice," Strahan leaves it unsaid, "I can tie it off pretty easy.""You- you mean-" Ella swallows hard, shakes her head, "Oh Jesus. Oh fuck, I. I...God look, it doesn't matter, I'm dead as is, just leave me.">[ ] "Ella, I'm sorry. Come on Strahan, let's find Kevin.">[ ] "Ella, I'm sorry. Strahan. Preserve whatever you can.">[ ] "Ella, I'm sorry. I can't leave you behind. Get that trap off of her. I'll go find Kevin.">[ ] Other.
>>26399592How did you read that fast?
>>26399594"I'm not leaving you, Ella." Have him do what he must. Pull off our belt and have Ella bite down on it to keep from screaming.>>26399618I really like this quest, and I am a fast reader.
>>26399594Split the party. We need to cover more ground.
>>26399594>[ ] "Ella, I'm sorry. Strahan. Preserve whatever you can."Cut off the leg after making a tourniquet. We can save her but she'll have to lose the leg. Yeah put something in her mouth to keep her from screaming. Then we need to carry her back to the car, or have Strahan do it if we trust him.
>>26387175Saying "In which" for every god damn thing is fucking annoying in of itself. It's pretentious as fuck, and uncreative.
>>26399594>There's a padlock>[ ] Other.Don't we have a key or something? From when we went down some cellars? Or is my memory too fuzzy about that?
>>26399594Get Ella out of that trap one way or another. It's the principle of things, really, you don't leave a man behind. Or woman, in this case.
Right, consensus seems to be chop chop. Writing.
>>26399705Oh shit, really? Somebody mind combing the archive? I can't do it well from this tablet.
>>26399774Why would we find a bear trap padlock key in a cellar with a monster?
>>26399754Can we check the key first before chop chop? Just to make sure.
>>26399774From Tax Quest 6, methinks.>You can't leave them. You can't leave them. You dragged them in to this, you can't just leave them for dead. >You stare around- and there you are. What fortune. The key, on a hook on the wall. You're sure it's the key. All black and flat and sinister. >You snatch it up, twist it in the lock, hear the click, and heavy up the heavy trap door, and fall down in to the dark->Do you take the padlock with you, or not?
>>26399819Exactly, that key was for the cellar door.
>>26399819Oops. I meant Tax Quest 7.>>26399833Well, from how it was described, it felt less like a physical key. Okay, I'm just grasping at straws (when are we not?) here that it might be a magical key.
>>26399819I bet it's a skeleton key for the house. Description like that? It's more than a throwaway. Check the key to the padlock.
>>26399861We'll just chop chop her leg off and get Strahan heal her up, it'll be fine.
>>26399804Let's hope so.
>>26399894>>26399881Well, everyone wants the obvious solution that's right in front of their faces. Okay then.This felt like the same situation with Ralph in the apartment. It's either of the extremes (take the fall or both get caught), and I presented the plan to screen the police with the locked up people.Just mentioning alternatives is all. No harm in not trying as opposed to lifelong consequences to Ella.
Rolled 9That's Mr. Hamilton's secretary down there. Ella. Can't remember her last name because she always insisted on her first. She liked gossip, going out to jazz clubs, and always tried to bum the comics section of the newspaper off of office workers.Here she is now, smeared with blood and dirt, doing her best now to pass out from pain and blood loss."I'm sorry Ella. I'm not leaving you. Strahan," You look to the man in the sweater, "Do what you can."Strahan nods, whispers an apology to Ella, and you clamber down to offer your belt. Strahan goes back up for his bag, looking probably for some other fiendish tool. A bear trap. A bear trap in a dug out hole at that. What kind of monsters would do this? Padlocked too, to keep a man from wrenching it open. Wait. A padlock.You do have a key. Maybe, just maybe...>>26399804>Eh, didn't plan on it, but let's see. One in ten chance.
>>26399976GOD DAMN IT, SO CLOSE
>>26399962>2013>opposed to lifelong consequencesWhy do you even read this quest, anon?
>>26399976Dammit. There goes that idea. So close...
>>263999981 is close to 9 now?
>>26400030ten is, he assumed 10 was the goal
>>26400073>One in ten chance>One
>>26400008>soon to be amputee>lifelong consequencesIs that so hard to understand?And really? That's the question you bring up?
>>26399976Okay I change my vote.>[ ] Other.Try using the Key that's in the Padlock. If that doesn't work then we can try cutting off the foot.
>>264001141 is usually critfail. Give him some slack on ingrained habits.
>>26400135No, I asked why you are opposed to lifelong consequences to the characters?
>>26400194How does it help them? I can't think of anything good that can come out of that action. The action has consequences that I merely wanted to minimize.Here's a question for you too. Why are you so opposed to taking an action where there's nothing to lose (save a few seconds) if we use it anyway, and solve said problem if we are right about it?In any case, the point looks moot anyway since we didn't achieve that 1-in-10 chance. Chop away.
>>26399976A shame. You push the key in, shake it in. Try to twist it, wrench it- no. It doesn't fit. Son of a bitch."Tim? What are you doing?""Just...Just trying something. Sorry Ella," You shake your head, "I, I-""It's not your fault," She whispers, "It's whatever sick son of a bitch set it's fault." She was awful kind. Strahan comes back down, looks to Ella, "Uh, are you-""Look, I'm in a lot of pain right now," She whispers, "And time isn't going to help it. Happen to have any morphine there?""Well, you can't be too out of it, I don't know how it would react-""Figures," Ella shuts her eyes. Composes herself. Gets her breathing under control. A yogi would be proud of her. She nods, "Go on. Do it."You offer her the belt, she takes it. Strahan doses the leg with some kind of substance, scraping it in with the snake skin belt. She flinches with every stroke, but stays silent. Strahan takes up a knife then, and sweeps it with some kind of fancy brush with long wispy hairs. Small knife. Looked like one of Lee's. You mildly wonder how Lee is holding up.
Strahan hesitates, looks at you, then shuts his eyes . He pats Ella on the hand, two quick taps, and pushes in the knife. Now Ella cries out again. Her fingers drag through the dirt and leaves, pull and snap branches, as you see Strahan work in the blade, eyes thankfully open again. You feel sick. He has to shimmy it in. He's not used to this, you realize. He works the knife on the far side of the snake skin belt, pushing it in and out, sawing around the bone. Not much blood though. Maybe because she already ran out of most of it.She passes out before Strahan gets to the bone. Small mercies The bone had already snapped with the bear trap thankfully, so a few pushes and shoves with the blade, a few cracks like an egg shell, and Ella comes loose. Strahan stares as the leg comes free, and pulls the bear trap away. Satisfied, he turns and vomits in the corner. "No idea," He coughs, shakes his head, "No idea how my Dad and Lee thought I could eat somebody. Fuck." With one arm, you're not much use. Strahan looks down at her, then back up at you, "Cute girl," He coughs, "Uh, that, that's not the most appropriate comment to make right now, huh? Well, um, she should be fine, she's not going to bleed out, and, and the Kalbot solution is pretty darn sterile. Still, probably, probably a doctor would be a good thing to get her to," Strahan looks up hopefully, "I could go take her, and you could go grab the cop- I mean, no offense, but, uh," He waves his hand to your limp arm, "You don't look so good."You almost forgot.>[ ] "No Strahan, we stick together. We all go together to find Officer Brian.">[ ] "No Strahan, we stick together. We'll both take her to hospital, my car is in front of the manor.">[ ] "You have a good point. But remember our promise. No double crosses. Or else.">[ ] Other.
>>26400312Because it makes for a more dramatic story, of course.
>>26400355>[ ] "No Strahan, we stick together. We all go together to find Officer Brian."
>>26400355"You are going to take her to the Bureau of Indian Affairs. I don't care what you've heard about them. I don't care if you leave that place as soon as you can. But you take her there. And you get them to help her." Lift the gun. "I know who you are, Mr. Strahan. And I'm not done here yet. And when I'm finished here, I'll be looking to put things in order. I believe in the Lord above. I am a God fearing man. And I don't fear you. Keep that in mind." Then disappear into the darkness.
>>26400367Well, if you're only going to choose actions to maximize drama and toss reason out the window in exchange, then we'll just have to agree to disagree with each other's opinion.>>26400355>[ ] "No Strahan, we stick together. We'll both take her to hospital, my car is in front of the manor."Two with major injuries with one losing blood. Time is of the essence. Kevin will have to fend for himself for now.
>>26400415Changing my vote to this.
>>26400355I think we can trust him, and could have made ourselves an ally. "Take her to hospital, quickly please. I have still things to settle here. I contact you when I need to see you again, mr. Strahan."
>>264004153edgy5me.>>26400355Go together. Watch for the thing that mauled lee.
>>26400415>I AM THE GODDAMN TAXMAN
>>26400415Soften this a bit since he seems to have come around to us, but yeah. If straham is just completely gone from the hunt, there's no point to continue.
Well, a bit tricky to work out, but it seems that's three in favor of sending Strahan and Ella to the BIA, which outnumbers the others.Writing.
>>26400415We Batman now.
>>26400501I'll admit, I really liked when the goon hunters mentioned us earlier, calling us that tax man. It almost made us sound like the boogeyman.
>>26400621We should totally become the One That Balances the Books.
>>26400655>The One That Balances The Books
>>26400655Shit, we sound like some kind of great old one. >we go to audit cthulhuSheeeeit
>>26400704"You've been influencing dreams in which you have no authority. This is a major infraction."
>>26400704Well, there's a precedent...http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maat
Rolled 79, 14 = 93"You are going to take her to the Bureau of Indian Affairs. I don't care what you've heard about them. I don't care if you leave that place as soon as you can. But you take her there. And you get them to help her," You look at Strahan, who looks downright puzzled. You lift your gun- don't point it at him, just to remind him, "I am aware of the rather cavalier attitude that your society has displayed towards human life. I would advise you to rise above those tendencies. I am not done here yet. But when I finish, I will be there to check on her welfare," Strahan nods slowly, "I am a God fearing man. And I don't fear you. Keep that in mind."You rise, look at Ella. Still breathing. No blood coming from her stump. You front at that, holster your pistol, pull out a handkerchief, offer it to Strahan. It's one of the only clean things on you. Strahan glances at the kerchief, looks up at you."I made a promise," He says, perhaps a bit nervously. Something must have gotten through to him, "I'll see it through, but, uh, the Bureau?""Yes.""You, you know about-""Yes. Time is wasting, Mr. Strahan," You leave it at that. Officer Brian needs your help.You clamber out of the hole, and set off in to the woods, when you see the torches coming your way. You hear Strahan behind you, walking heavy, jangling with his bag. You confirm with a look, see Ella's pale leg swaying with Strahan's movements. They'll be gone by the time the hunters reach here. Doesn't mean they won't try to track him though.>[ ] Hide, watch what the hunters will do. Stealth roll contested, 3 1d100.>[ ] Hide further up. Set an ambush. Stealth roll contested with penalty. 3 1d100.>[ ] Wait in the open. See what they'll do.>[ ] Ignore this, go searching for Officer Brian.>[ ] Other.
>>26400863>>[ ] Hide further up. Set an ambush. Stealth roll contested with penalty. 3 1d100.
>>26400863>Dagnabbit. Messed up that post. Just to make it clear, Strahan wraps up Ella's leg with the kerchief.
>>26400863>[ ] Hide, watch what the hunters will do. Stealth roll contested, 3 1d100.They might have found Kevin, and we can learn where he is from them.
>>26400863>[ ] Hide further up. Set an ambush. Stealth roll contested with penalty. 3 1d100.Need to make sure this hunting party isn't gonna gun for both Ella and Kevin.
>>26400863Wait in the open.
>>26400863>[ ] Hide, watch what the hunters will do. Stealth roll contested, 3 1d100.
>>26400863Do the ambush. We batman now.
>Hide further up. Set an ambush. Stealth roll contested with penalty. 3 1d100.
Ambush.Go big or go home.
>>26401004>>26400937>>26400921Okay, roll for me, with a +5.
Rolled 75 + 5>>26401043You got it.
Rolled 65 + 5>>26401043oops
Rolled 73 + 5>>26401043Whew
Rolled 38 + 5>>26401043>>26401067If that one didn't have a +5, does it count?
Rolled 1 + 5>>26401043
>>26401064>>26401067>>26401100The night hates Timothy.>>26401113Yes. Not that it would've helped had I discounted iiiii->>26401116Ya gotta be squiddin' me. I think this is the first 1 rolled for this quest.Anyway, writing.
>>26401116Nat crit! Can we count it? Please?
>>26401116Whyyyy??? Our only salvation!
>>26401116Why couldn't you roll a minute earlier, Dumb Ass!
>>26401154Give him a break.
>>26401173I'll give him a break. When I break my foot in his ass!
>>26401229Well aren't you friendly.
Rolled 1>>26401140I am tempted. It is the first natural critical for this quest. It would set a bad precedent though- I want to keep things limited to three rolls, barring skills/magic/penalties coming in to play. I could work it in to the game though, but just this once. That natural crit will apply, but Timothy has to give up something precious. No, not justice.But something else that is important to him. And to be clear, this isn't an in character Timothy trading his soul thing, just an agreement for me to inflict a random misfortune on him. Based on random die roll.I'll keep writing the post for the failure in the mean time. Just putting this out there. If people go with it, I'll write as if the crit occurred.
>>26401289You want a friend? I'll show you a friend. His name is My Foot. And he's about to get real friendly with your ass.
>>26401290Will you, perhaps, be the first quest where anons actually take... THE DEAL?I'm gonna go for yes.I'm hoping for a yes.
>>26401290Whatever makes for a better story.
Rolled 29 + 5>>26401290hmmmmmm. i'm not sure... leaning toward no
>>26401350Don't be a pussy.
>>26401290I'm worried about what it might be that he loses. But I like the fact that I'm worried. I'm down with this quest, IR. Activate it.
>>26401290Will we be severely impacted by the failure if we don't take it? Like, will we break our other arm or get ourselves killed? It's completely dependant on how badly we fucked up.Unless we're really fucked without it, i say no.
>>26401290I'm against it.
>>26401316Awesome, they'll best of friends.>>26401290I vote we take the dealWe're going to regret this
>>26401387Why would or should the OP tell you? That invalidates the choice.
If the crit success applies and the following action proceeds, then our transformation into Tax Batman will be complete.
>>26401290Given that nat 1 he rolled, i think we might need a little luck on our side. Do it.
>>26401458No, wait, d6. Don't count it.
>>26401458It was probably for something involving the punishment should we accept.
It seems that people are feeling positive about it. I'll start writing the crit success one. It means the time in the woods will last a little longer, but at least Timothy will have a happier time of it this time around.I do have the failure post sitting here. Just letting you know if you guys want to back out of it.
>>26401290'Precious' terrifies me. Let's take the fail.
>>26401533We're not losers.
>>26401539It could be we lose Ella, or heaven forbid our dog! In seriousness I think it means we'll lose more of our memories, or maybe our car/other important and useful item
>>26401533Just do it, man
>>26401533No more second guessing.If we succeed well here, we secure Ella's escape and we can search for Kevin without immediate worries.Let it be so.But you really made me have second thoughts there IR.
>>26401533We accepted the deal, we keep the consequences of our actions
Letting a DM take a random misfortune on you in recompense for a crit success is a terrible idea, just so you know. It's like none of you realize the innate sadism required to run this job. We've already mangled our arm, don't give him more rope to hang us with.
>>26401707We realize it. At least I realize it.But I don't care.Because I think this is more fun.And fun is why I'm here.What about you?
You move forward through the underbrush. Keep it safe, keep it quiet. You've already gotten Ella clear- the others respect Strahan. You don't have to worry so much about that. You do have to worry about Kevin though. There's four of them, moving along in a group. Meaning that there are five still out there, probably searching for Officer Brian. You keep crouched low, out of eye sight, your razor out in your left hand. Funny, when you had a gun in it, it shook and shivered. Wasn't steady at all. The straight razor stays steady though. Doesn't glint in the light either. You move forward, razor ready, and see them. The tall one, Martin you think his name was the one with the boar mask, the mole masked man, the fish masked one, and a fourth one, fat man with a mask of what you guess is a cat, though it's kind of hard to see in this light. Boar has a stretcher over his shoulder- apparently for Ella, and the cat has a doctor's bag in hand, and is swinging a ring of keys in the other. Doctor has a revolver in his wasteband, martin what looks like a wood cutter's axe hanging from his belt, and mole and fish both still have their double barreled shotguns."So a looker, right?" That's the cat talking, sounding eager. "She's a flapper, not my type," The mole is talking, waves his shotgun around, "With that short hair, I was thinking she's a boy.""She's Strahan's," That's Martin. Deep voiced. Annoyed, "Stop talking about it.""We've been in these woods for a long ass time with little to show for it. At least Abbot caught the cop. But we got Lee and Delinard missing.""I'm surprised Lee is gone. Never thought he'd leave the Strahan kid alone."
>mfw we never leave these woods.>mfw they become our home>mfw we become lord of these hollows. Uncontested master of these trees.>mfw Tax Quest become Woodland Batman Quest>mfw this new quest lasts for three years and 193 threads
The trail they're going through has some thick trees. The achilles. Why did you think of that? Important tendon. Quick snip. Even a cripple could do it. You move ahead, crouch down behind a tree right next to the path, wince as your right arm touches the ground, and wait, razor ready. Martin. Big one. Get him first. "Two people, two! Along with that, that, that freaking, what's his name-""The guy Call gave us.""Yeah. Can't remember his name though. Well, that guy. Keels over partway. How depressing.""Mrs. Abbot has lost her touch," The fish head says this, but the moment he does, you see the group stop, as Martin grabs the man, dropping the stretcher, and hauls him up against a tree."You watch your tongue, you drunken little shit! You eat her food, join her hunt, and this is how you repay her? By complaining? This WHOLE night, you've been laughing behind your hands at our priestess, you slimy little reprobate!"Well, that was unexpected. Fish head has dropped his shotgun by this point, dangling as he is from the tree. Mole stands paralyzed, while cat goes to try to keep the two separated. The mole is apart from the others. Your razor is eager.>[ ] Grab the Mole's gun, cover the unarmed men. Start interrogating them.>[ ] Slit the Mole's throat, take his gun and spray these men with shot.>[ ] Slit the mole's throat, drag him in to the trees. Pick them off. Give them a taste of their own medicine of fear.>[ ] Other.
Rolled 79 + 5>>26401606Now that i think about it Timothy would accept it. These people must face JUSTICE even if that means he will lose something in return
>>26401937>Lee and Delinard missingThank you mysterious silver beast.
>>26401983>>[ ] Slit the mole's throat, drag him in to the trees. Pick them off. Give them a taste of their own medicine of fear.
>>26401983Whatever actions we take, this guy...>"The guy Call gave us."... must live for interrogations.That said.>[ ] Slit the mole's throat, drag him in to the trees. Pick them off. Give them a taste of their own medicine of fear.It is time.
>>26401983>Slit the mole's throat, drag him in to the trees. Pick them off. Give them a taste of their own medicine of fear.
>>26401983>[ ] Slit the mole's throat, drag him in to the trees. Pick them off. Give them a taste of their own medicine of fear.
God damn it, man. I need to be at work at 6 tomorrow morning, but I want to stay up all night for this shit.
countingbodieslikesheep.mp3Timothy is getting really creepy.
>>26402060Caffeine is your friend.
>>26402074After the shit that he's been through, it's more than justified.
>>26402090can't have caffeine.... stupid body
Your roll carries through in this case, though really I should make you roll. One armed Battaxman is go. Last free action. Writing.
>>26402117That is rather unfortunate.
>>26401983Hang on. Is this JUSTICE? Is this RIGHT? Murdering, in the shadows? Let's back off and look for our police buddy. They're already fighting each other.
>>26402074Is that what he took from us? Our sense of empathy, instead replacing it with some kind of psychosis?>wejustdon'tknow.jpg
>>26402167Kevin has already been captured.Right now we're one man against many. We need to even the odds first.Justice doesn't always mean playing fair. Is it fair when 4 police officers arrest a drug dealer when he's by himself and asleep? No. But it's just.
>>26402217And just adding a note:Assuming Strahan kept his word, whatever that's worth, they probably won't do anything for a while. They'll be looking for him, and for Lee. And if we're successful, they'll look for these others too.We're buying time with every action. Hopefully, at least.
He has a shotgun. You have a razor. You hesitated last time. You're not a killer. But you should learn to be. Now is not the time to question what you're becoming, or the legality of your actions. Self defense. It's a little tricky to explain when you're slitting a throat.Up, soft footed, walk from the shadow to the dim light of the moon. Avoid the rocks, avoid the roots, step on the dirt. Keep soft. Slide the blade out with your thumb. Lock it in place with your index finger. Nestle between blade and handle. The mole steps back away from the fight.. Thinning red hair. Curled in. A pale neck, sunburned. Don't think of him. Think of the gun he has in his hand. Looks like a coach gun. Two silvered barrels. Two shells, twelve gauge. You remember when your father took you hunting before he went across the sea? Remember the geese? That was yards away. How do you think it would be up close? And what was he out here for, carrying that gun?He steps back again. He raises his right arm away from the trigger. A good arm. Not like your arm. He's about to say something, when you come in.Follow through. Both lines must be cut. Not a straight line. A curve. Follow through that larynx. He will make noise- this is inevitable. But a bloody whistle is better than a scream. Drag him by the lapel on the right side, and turn with him in to the undergrowth. This will also press the barrel of the gun to his chest, bringing it along. It will be hard, but you can do it. What a comforting little tutor this blade is.You blink. You are among the bushes now. There's green eyes behind a mask looking up at you. A red stream runs from the slit on his throat. He is watering the ground effectively. He will die, quite soon. The only noise is crickets for something."Where did Waltham go?".>[ ] No time to waste. Wait for them to come close, then take care of them with your gun. >[ ] Skulk back. Pick them off, one by one. >[ ] Sneak off. Find Kevin.>[ ] Other.
>>26402543>Freaking character limits.For option one, 3 1d100 rolls , 40 and below to succeed. For option two, 3 1d100 rolls, 60 and below to stealth- but it will take some time.>Also, Timothy has killed a man for the first time. Well. With some help.
>>26402543>>[ ] Sneak off. Find KevinLet them stew a bit.
>>26402574>[ ] Skulk back. Pick them off, one by one. We are the woodlands Batman
>>26402543Wait for them to get close, then blast them with the double barrel. Wide spray. Try to hit all three with the shot. Then move in to finish off/interrogate the last one.
>>26402543>[ ] Skulk back. Pick them off, one by one.
>>26402543Shit. I suddenly realized the blade is possessed. Why did it take me so long to realize?
>>26402543>[ ] Skulk back. Pick them off, one by one.>3 1d100 rolls, 60 and below to stealth- but it will take some time.We are a patient Taxman.
>>26402674I knew, from the beginning it was special.I am the razor
>>26402709Praise Eddie, his hand shall guide ours
Okay, seems we are going to be sneaking. Tax Quest now renamed Never Ending Camping Trip Quest: Murder Edition. Writing.
>>26402674It's also capable of fully overtaking our mind. Remember the swedish man we took it from, he was terrified if we even let it touch him. Once we get out of here best to get rid of it.
>>26402709I knew it was special, since it did so much damag Against the supernatural when bullets did shit, but i didn't pick up the actions were literally being taught by the blade.
>>26402709It really cuts on the red tape, doesn't it? I'm glad we kept it.
>>26402674Also, sometimes our options threaten us if you look at the first word of every choice.
God fuck, forgot again.Gimme 3 1d100 rolls folks.
>>26402315Possibly. The crowd has enough people to take the cop back to the mansion and search for Lee, considering they know they're they're against one man. I'm assuming that aging birch is that smart however.
Rolled 31>>26402800Alright then.
Rolled 60>>26402760It will never leave, its probably going to appear in our hand no matter how we get rid of it when we "need it">>26402800Done
>>26402836>>26402826Two successes. Writing. Sorry about that, you guys are distracting me with your humor.
Rolled 77>>26402801No, she's got Kevin in her mansion. Just her. Waiting for the final battle. The Supernatural vs. Taxes.
>>26402893Mm, sorry. What's the plan then? One demonic razor won't kill two evil beasties.
>>26403036It was a joke?
You step back, away, heading for inhospitable ground, darker ground where the leaves blot out the moon. You're shaking. Your eyes can't leave the dying man. Yet your breath is even. And your razor is very still, shining red and wet. You back away, keeping the body in sight. You see the three through the trees approaching where the mole, no, Waltham, no, the mole, vermin, where he used to stand. "Waltham? Where the fuck did he-""You smell that?"Silence. Then they move with a bit more energy, searching. The man in the cat mask finds him first."Oh shit. I found Waltham."They hurry at that tone. They surround him now, weapons out. Not quite valkyries taking a hero away. They glance around the wood, but you're too deep in them. Even crippled with an arm broken, you don't attract attention. You're a murderer now, you know that? "Who did this? That, that is a fucking clean cut.""Did you hear him? I didn't hear him. Jesus, Waltham, why didn't you say nothing?""Okay, okay, god damn it, it's Lee. That Australian son of a bitch finally cracked.""No, no, it's Delinard. She's one of Call's. And she was wearing that ridiculous coat- why do you think-"
"I THINK," Martin restores order, "That we should focus. We go see if we can find Strahan. If he's not there, we head back to the totem. And stop talking about Call, Carl.""Mrs. Abbot said no to Call," Carl whispers, "Nobody says no to Call," The cat mask seems to act almost like an amplifier, catching and emphasizing the outlines of words, letting you guess at the body of them."I said to stop talking about it. Kevin," Fish mask perks up, "Go to the main hunt.""You crazy? You want me to go alone? You still mad at me, Martin-""You have a shotgun, Kevin," Martin sounds exasperated, "You know what to do with it. You're not an idiot like Waltham was."Kevin looks left, then right. Finds no sympathy from Carl, or Martin."Fuck," He sets off back to the main hunt, "But you remember that I was his friend, okay? I got dibs."You have an ominous feeling about what 'dibs' he was referring to. He walks past your position. Martin and Carl walk to the pit which once held Ella. Your razor feels blood warm. >[ ] Poor fellow. Follow Kevin to the main hunt.>[ ] Idiot to go alone. Follow Kevin long enough to slit his throat. 3 1d100, 55 and below.>[ ] Doesn't this seem too convenient? Follow Martin and Carl, wait for them to get isolated.>[ ] Know what? You're confident right now. Follow Martin and Carl. Take them head on. 3 1d100, 35 and below to succeed.>[ ] Other.
>>26403227>[ ] Idiot to go alone. Follow Kevin long enough to slit his throat. 3 1d100, 55 and below.
>>26403227We follow kevin to the hunt. We need to find the officer.
>>26403227>[ ] Doesn't this seem too convenient? Follow Martin and Carl, wait for them to get isolated.
>>26403227There are two Kevins? Well this will be confusing.Officer Brian it is then.>[ ] Doesn't this seem too convenient? Follow Martin and Carl, wait for them to get isolated.They knows something about Mr. Call. We'll probably get more info from listening in on them.
>>26403290>>26403287Stalking is go.Jesus Christ, it's almost 9 hours and we're still not outta the fucking woods. I'm sorry players.
>>26403347Its fine. Altough I gotta drop now, So I'll be playing catch-up in the archives.
>>26403227We're on page 10, IR. Don't think we'll make it to the next action. Pick this up next thursday?
>>26403347No apologies needed. Although that wrap-up might be looming closer as we are on page 10.Besides, Tim is getting comfy in the woods. I'll just think of it as him making up for lost time he could've been in the outdoors.
>>26403395...Fuck. You're right. I'm sleepy too, so I'll indulge.At least you got Ella out! Okay, wrapping it up here. Everyone's going to be falling asleep around now anyway. Sorry everyone. I'll be going to sleep myself I suppose.See you all next Thursday, at around about 6:00PM PST, 21:00 4Chan time.
God damn christmas fucking titty wash.