You are a ghost, or rather one ghost in a large gestalt of spirits calling itself Mr. Bones. You first manifested in the real world when a peasant named Ivan was struck on the head, allowing him to hear spirits, and you promptly began using him as your emissary in the lands of the living. Fortuitously, Ivan had in his possession a Grimoire of incredible power, and within it was a soul binding ritual. Through the usage of dark magics Ivan has given you form on the material plane, the skeleton of a man murdered. Now you begin your true quest. To become the mightiest lich in the land/find a working wee-wee.To read the archives check here:http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Obnoxious%20Ghost%20QuestQM twitter feed for those who don’t want to check QTG for updates:https://twitter.com/DickishDeadAnd a character sheet for the protagonists with tentative stat lines:http://pastebin.com/eUUkwaDeAn "un-Zalgo'd" version of the exchange between Bones and the Dark Spirit is still a work in progress (post as plain text didn't work). If I have to transcribe it I will, but I sincerely hope it won't come to that.
The two of you look at each other and nod before bumping knuckles like the truest of bros. You slide your foot back and Voytek paws the tongue with his front legs. Then both of you bolt forward, feet driving hard into the Lindwurm’s mouth, completely unhindered by the slippery and fleshy surface. The two of you leap forward across the Lindwurm’s opening trachea and strike the back of the throat. The knives hold you place on the back of the monster’s throat, and the two of you begin to RIP and TEAR. Voytek’s claws and your blade make short work of wall of meat, and soon both of you are deep inside the Lindwurm’s head, burrowing towards its spine. You reach the spine first, as indicated by massive bones that almost trap your sword. As you begin to hack savagely at the monster’s central nervous system, a limerick occurs to you.>A skeleton's boon is his boneA swing at the pink colored cords.>With which he gets EVERYTHING done!A flurry blows. The first nerve bundle is severed.>Whether dragon or lassThis time a powerful two handed strike, cleaving through yet another cluster of nerves.>It'll "go down" right fastYour final blow connects. The Lindurm is sagging, if that falling sensation is anything to go by.>More skulls for our skull-laden throne!You bellow the last part as the momentum built up by the falling Lindwurm propels you out of its mouth and onto the ground, now a swamp of blood. The Lindwurm’s head slowly rotates to the right before falling onto a copse of saplings, crushing them. You pick yourself up from the mud, and are pleased to see Voytek doing the same not fifty feet away.Before you get a chance to check up on the skele-bear some one has tackled you with a ferocious hug. It’s Asta, and she look elated.“We did it! We did it! We’re all legends now! We did it!”
I'll just leave this here:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9u_v9H24PfY
>>29485974One that's me, and two I forgot that didn't end with a prompt.Gimme a few seconds there guys
>>29486037There is only one way to go.We ask the villagers to immortalize our victory by painting us doing this pose in front of the lindwurm.
>Alright Bones the Lindwurm Slayer, now what?>Gloat?>Harass Someone?>Start Getting Drunk and don’t stop?>Other?
>>29486067Gloat while starting to work on butchering that lindwurm.Gotta be efficient here.
>>29486078>Start Getting Drunk and don’t stop?>Skeleton_Dance.exe
>>29486067As long as we are also upon Voytek's back too, I'd love to see it
Asta releases you from her victorious death grip hug and skips off to Voytek. Somebody’s pretty happy. You on the other hand, walk up to the Professor, who is watching the huntress celebrate with a rather bemused expression on his face.>Hey Prof. Pretty fucking badass, amirite?Becherski jerks to face you, startled out of his reverie. “Ah! What is it being Comrade Skeleton?” >I mean, I just killed a fucking lindwurm with just a sword, a prayer, and maybe a limerick or two. Name any other mother fucker who’s pulled off something like that?“I am not thinking I can,” responds Becherski, a smile tugging at the edges of his beard.>You’re godsdamned right you can’t. That’s cause there has never been a bad motherfucker as motherfuckingly bad as myself.Suddenly a thought occurs to you.>Hey, teach. Vodka, you got any?“Of course I am having some,” answers the Professor as he digs around a large leather backpack with faded runes inscribed around the openings. You are slightly surprised when he goes shoulder deep into the bag. “Aaaaaand here we are!”The Professor produces a large bottle of potato based liqueur “Now are being in business, yes?”You grab the bottle and take as long a swig as you can manage.>Fuck yeah we are.You coughThe Professor takes back the bottle chuckling. “Is the the most you are being able to do, Bones? Here, allow me to make the teaching of you.”The Professor takes an incredibly long draught, before proffering the bottle back at you, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes.>What do Bones?>Drinking Contest? roll d20>Rise above the influence?>Other?
Rolled 2>>29486384>Drinking Contest? roll d20Shit yo we can't have us looking weak at da drinking
Rolled 13>>29486384>>Drinking Contest? roll d20You know us.
Rolled 2>>29486461>>29486447Rollan for the prof. He's got a modifier, so watch out
>>29486527Or... or not. I guess that works too.pic unrelated
Rolled 11>>29486527Pff unless he got a super modifier I think we might just have it
Rolled 8, 12 = 20getting in a few rolls for the prof
As if you were about to rise above the influence. You snatch the bottle back from the professor and attempt to take a long swig, but the bitter fluid catches you off guard, and you splutter, dropping the bottle.“Oi! Make of the care with that!” Shouts the Professor, first time you’ve ever seen him so alert. The old man snags the bottle before any of the vodka spills. “Now, Bones. Pay attention, for I will be showing you how it is done.”The Professor attempts to take a deep draft from the bottle. However, he swallows some air in the process and ends up coughing loudly on his hands and knees, as you cackle loudly at his plight. Your turn to drink this time. You manage to do a perfectly adequate job swiging the vodka. The Professor grabs back the bottle and takes his own swig from it, matching you in adequacy. After several lackluster exchanges Asta intervenes, declaring that the party needs to head back to Waldheim sooner rather than later. Nodding in slightly tipsy concurrence, you and the Professor stumble after the two sober party members back through the woods. As you march through the forest, Asta marks the path with a bit of chalk. for some strange reason, this inspires a limerick from deep within.>A graveyard path in white>Leading to the Lindwurm’s plight>For he had to meet Bones the slick>And like Ivan’s ass when left with a dick>The wurm didn’t put up much of a fightEveryone except of Voytek chuckles at that, and you suspect he’d be a lot more receptive if only he had been partaking in the drinking contest alongside you and the Professor. As you wander further into the woods, your mind turns to…>Well what does your mind turn to?>Drunken antics? Specify what sort>Drunken Ranting? Specify about whom>Drunken Other?
>>29486972>Drunken antics? Specify what sortDrunken flirting with everyone ( and a shrubbery or 2)>Drunken Ranting? Specify about whomBitch squad. If they just weren't such bitchs back then, they could have enjoyed the shinanagins too
Rolled 17>>29486972>>Drunken Ranting? Specify about whomRant about trans-skeletons activists.
You stumble forward and into a shrubbery. >Hey babe, what are you doing in this neck of the woods?You settle down next to the bush, placing an arm over where you assume the shoulder would be. >Don’t worry sugertits. I’m a master hunter, I killed a fucking Lindwurm. You’ll be safe with me.The bush seems unimpressed.>Hey… Hey… you know what? I don’t need to put up with this ice bitch bullshit. Suck it.You thrust your pelvis towards the bush’s “face”. The bush, even if it had the means to reciprocate your unique attempt at courtship, has nothing to work with. This realization hits you like a ton of goose feathers. Slowly and ticklishly.You rise to your feet, possibly devastated at the realization. But mostly just because you’re drunk and cursed with a short attention span. You catch up with Voytek and Asta, who seem to be relaying their own version of events to each other.>You know what I can’t fucking stand anymore?You interrupt Voytek, who seemed like he was just about to detail is mysterious escape from being crushed to death by the Lindwurm’s throat.->...What is it, Bones?>Fucking trans* skeletons my main man. Just a bunch of bullshit teenage girls flensing themselves for attention, I’ll tell you what.“What the hells are you talking about?”>It’s fucking true! For whatever reason, being a skeleton is suddenly vogue with this crowd of over dramatic teenagers and their Doctor What and Extranatural and Tweenage Wolf. It’s an embarrassment that us actual Skeletons have to prove to ourselves and everyone else that we’re not just a bunch of speshul snowflakes looking for some godsdamned attention!“Do you have any idea what he’s talking about?”->None whatsoever.“Ah.”>And then you’ve got fucking demi-skeletons. Bitch, we’re ALL skeletons on the inside!>Continue ranting about trans-skeletons?>Move onto personal problems?
>>29487459Fucking glorious.>Move onto personal problems?Anything from Bitch Squad to being dickless works for me
Rolled 6>>29487459>>Move onto personal problems?
>Course, there’s only one group worse than those godsdamned circle jerking hugbox hiding trans-skeletons. That’s fucking Ivana and that dumb axwound Katrina.“Who’s Ivana and Katrina?”->Ivan and Katrina, you know, the two I mentioned earlier.“Oh, the Ivana threw me for a moment there.”>Do you have any… ANY fuckin clue how often I bailed that cocksucker out? Sure he bound me some dickless corpse sans dick, and for that dick lack fuck up I should’ve killed him. But you know what I did? Saved his ass from some guards!->I have never heard about this particular escapade.>And you know what that little cocksucker did to me!? Left me to die on a fucking beach, that little traitorous chode. What a fucking embarrassment. No fucking appreciation for all the shit I’ve done to save his ass. So what if I dangled guard entrails over him while he slept?Asta stops nodding in agreement. “Wait, what?”>Like that really fucking matters, am I right? I saved his ass from those guards yo.“Why did he have to save Ivan from town guards?’->I don’t think we should go into that…>Just a bunch of fucking fleshies who couldn’t handle my necrotic swag, yo.“What is ‘swag’?”->I have no idea.Before you can continue ranting, you collapse into the dirt.>Fuckin… ungrateful… biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitttchhhh…
>>29487973You wake back up with a start. And a massive headache. The crackles of the fire a few feet away sound like explosions. You grab your head and mutter>Ugh. My fuckin skull, man.“Finally awake?”>Hey Asta, what’s up?“Not much. To be honest things got kinda boring after you fell unconscious.”>Where we at?“About ten miles outside of Waldheim I reckon. We’ll be there early tomorrow… never thought I’d see a skeleton snore.”>Yeah well, it was a groundbreaking day for everyone. Good to see the my snoring has completely displaced the slaying of a bleeding lindwurm in your mind.“Tch! Such a grumpy guts. Are you hung over?”>Duh and or hello.>Well you’re hungover and in a foul mood Bones. Now what?>Speak to ________>Practice swording?>Time skip to next day and Waldheim?>Other?
>>29488174>Practice swording?>Time skip to next day and Waldheim?Practice as we skip
>>29488174>>Practice swording?Exercise is good.
Rolled 13>>29488174>>Other?Practice skeleton acrobatics.
You spend the remainder of the night practicing your various martial talents, which ranges from cutting shit to jumping shit. Nothing much happens on the march back to Waldheim, and the time passes quickly, if uneventfully. The townsfolk seem pleased to see you, if not terribly excited. Then they see that you’ve returned with Asta, master huntress. The excited whispers follow you throughout town as you walk to Dagfinn’s shack.“Hey Dagfinn! We’re back old man,” Asta bellows as she hammers on the door.“Eh,” grumbles Dagfinn as he opens the door to his shack, somehow sleeping until this late hour. “Finally back are ya?”“Damnit old man, you just refuse to be impressed.”Dagfinn waves all of you inside his shack and shuts the door, deadbolting it shut. He turns to face all of you, a boyish grin appearing in the middle of his bushy white beard. “Ya did it, didn’t ya?”>No shit homie. Of course we did it.“Well then where’s the bloody body? We need to get butchering.”“It’s back aways in the woods. Two days travel.”“Shitfire. I was hoping we wouldn’t have to move all of Waldheim so far.”->The beast is dead. That is what matters. Not where.“I spose,” grumbles Dagfinn crossing his arms. “I just wish we didn’t have to go so far out into the woods to butcher the corpse.”“Such is being the way of things, da?”“Su- What? Yeah, yeah I guess so. Anyway, we’ll need the entire town organized as soon as possible. You three are gonna help me an’ Asta, right?”->Naturally.“I am being willing to do this, da.”>What say you Bones?>Sure>No>Other
>>29488731>SureThis town is actually people who like us. Of course we help our people
Rolled 1>>29488731Not like we have any other options.Lets gather folk through limericks.Lets also find Ivan, knock him unconscious and them put him into a bag. Will make for easier traveling.
>>29488857Not sure I want to haul his ass all the way there. I mean it be like giving him a free ride or something. I say make him walk his ass like everyone else.
>>29488731>>SureMake sure to tell EVERYONE how we fucking did it. That should get them pumped or something.
Rolled 2>>29488914>>29488857>>29488847For shits and giggles guys, roll d20 for the limerick of victoryNOW we get all the high rolls, just you watch
Rolled 8>>29489024>>29488986I jinxed us damnit.
Rolled 12>>29488986Guess it's up to me
Rolled 4>>29489030Yeah you did
For once someone else critfailed first. Oh well, this isn't that serious.Right?
>>29489239I'm sure we ended up embarrassing ourselves in some way. That or Bones breaks down cause he can't come up with a limerick for some reason
>>29489239Well you'll see won't you...?Did not matter in the slightest. I just called for a roll cause it seemed improprietous not to
>>29489348That could be pretty traumatic. We're sitting there, limerickless, just tripping over unrhymable words. "I never should have opened with 'silver.'" Asta pats us on the shoulder. "Happens to lots of guys."
>Shit yeah I’ll help.>Only place that isn’t fulla dicks anywayyou mutter to yourself.“What did ya say?”>Nothing Asta~The woman gives you a moderately suspicious look, “Alright…”You lead the way out of Dagfinn’s house, and are therefore the first one to step in front of a throng of villagers attempting to listen in to your conversation. They back away, a mixture of guilt and excitement on their faces. After a moment’s hesitation, you decide to seize the initiative and attempt to climb on top of Dagfinn’s roof. Unfortunately, however, your usual dexterity fails you and you collapse onto the ground in a pile of bones. Picking yourself up, you find that your failed display of acrobatics has netted you the attention you sought anyway. Coughing, you begin:>Oh townsfolk surrounding me agape>A great deed I must relate>For by my hand, there lies a Lindwurm slain>Brought down with some help and much pain>So get the knives, I’ll bring a crêpe!One of the villagers raises her hand. “Does this mean you killed a Lindwurm?”
Before you can answer Asta interrupts, shouting from Dagfinn’s threshold, “Damn right we did! And we’ll need everyone on hand to help us butcher it if we wanna reap the rewards!”The crowd seems to be muttering something. Then a man leaps into the air, shouting “This calls for a par-”“It don’t call for no bleeding party,” rumbles Dagfinn as he steps out of his house, an impressive array of knives strapped onto his body, “It calls for some bleeding work! Now pack yer shit up and get moving! We gotta lindwurm to process.”At Dagfinn’s words the crowd disperses into organized chaos. People running back into their homes and to their workplaces. Donkeys, oxen, and the rare horse all strapped to whatever carts and wagons the people of Waldheim can lay their hands on. Men, women, and children rush about, carrying tools and supplies. You allow yourself to become lost in the press of humanity, receiving pats on the back from various strangers and fleeting contragutlations.Eventually you pop out of the crowd and into what you would suppose qualifies as an alley in this forest town. You sit down on a small wooden crate, somewhat relieved to be free of the crowd. Before you can properly settle in however, you hear a soft voice behind you.“H-h-hi Mister B-Bones.”You turn to see Katrina.>Wat do?
>>29489541Make a limerick of annoyance to show how you feel about what she did.
>>29489541"You can't tell, but I sniffed at you and put my nose in the air." Fold arms. "Now I'm shutting my eyes to signal my annoyance."
Actually changing mine from>>29489560to >>29489585
>>29489560>>29489585If these are driving her away, be all like "Wait! You couldn't see the glint of hope and forgiveness in my eye!"
Rolled 10>>29489541>>Wat do?Strike a sexy pose
>You can’t tell, but I sniffed at you and put my nose in the air.You double down on that by leaning your skull back. You then cross your arms.>Now I’m closing my eyes to signal my irritation.“I-I-I’m sorry Mister Bones. I was wrong to leave you with Ivan. I’ll stop bothering you now though…”You reach out and catch her arm in a skeletal hand.>Hey now. You didn’t see the glimmer of hope and forgiveness in my eye. Probably cause they’re shut. Also cause I don’t have them.“Well… I mean… Hmph!” Katrina looks back at the other end of the “alley”. You think you catch a glimpse of some bear claws waving her on. “Listen Bones, I did something really wrong by leaving you there when you needed us. I wasn’t- I mean I didn’t- I… I was being stupid and self-centered.”Katrina finishes speaking with her eyes screwed to the ground, left hand convulsively squeezing.>What say the Bones?>>Short posts for better player control and all that<<
>>29489897Pat her head "Is cool besides I got to kill a lindworm"
>>29489897"*Sniffle* Thats all I wanted, kid."
>>29489897So cute... my zombie friend is so cute! Tell her you'll forgive her if she beats you in a drinking game. As a warrior, she might appreciate the challenge.
>>29489897"Well, seeing as I'm in a good mood, I can let this incident go. (Pat head/shoulder)But know I won't be as kind and forgiving should something like that happens again. Clear?"
Rolled 14>>29489897Hug her and then whisper into her ear:"React as if I said something lewd and sexual"
>>29490174This w have to save face after all
>>29489897>You think you catch a glimpse of some bear claws waving her on.So Voytek put her up to this?That's pretty cute
>Arright kiddo.You say as you pat Katrina on the head,>That was pretty cute. We’re cool now.Katrina looks up at you, a faltering smile forming on her lips. “You mean it?”You go for the hug. While your skull is next her ear you whisper>Just don’t pull that shit again, aight? Now act as though I’ve said something lewd and grossly sexual.You break the hug and look down at Katrina, waiting for her pseudo disgust. Rather than that, she goes for a second quick hug and prances away from you. She turns at the edge of the alleyway and waves back at you “Come nyon! We’ve got a Linyanywurm to claim!”Had you eyes, you would have rolled them as you follow Katrina out of the alley. You turn to see Voytek leaning against the side of a building, checking his claws and whistling.>Nice. You should go into thievery, you’ve got a real knack for the whole discretion thing.”->What are you talking about? I was just taking a break here when you two walked past me.>Uh-huh. Mental connection goes two ways Bearboy. You’re shit at lying anyway.You imagine that Voytek is grinning as he replies ->Looks like you can teach a skeleton new tricks.>Yuh-huh.You reply as you wander towards Hallad’s Inn.>I’m gonna get a drink.
Rolled 16>>29490410>>I’m gonna get several drinks.FTFY
>>29490410Okay guys! We've reached a bit of a crossroads here. I can certainly keep on writing just downed like a metric fuckton of caffeine, but we'll be starting on a new "plot" arc. Do you want to end here, or should we keep on going?
>>29490484If you can keep writing, sure. My time is nearing an end, but I'm sure others will be available.
>>29490484I vote to keep going.Because Mr. Bones wild ride never ends
>>29490484I can keep going, spirit shaman.
>>29490589>>29490557>>29490502Alright, will continue writing. Next post involves a three(ish) week time skip, so specify any activities that Bones might wish to engage in while the time skip occurs.
>>29490617Training. Swing that sword like it's hot. Also can we get the Lindwurm muscle tissue bound to our frame?
>>29490633What this guy said. Hone our limerick skills as well. Tell Voytek to learn to play the fiddle, it'd be hilarious.
>>29490617training, drinking, hunting. Also seeing if he can't find materials for the refleshing ritual
Rolled 20>>29490617Butchering the monster to increase strength and discipline.Nightly limericks to increase our mental stats.Fencing and acrobatics to tone our skeleton body.
>>29490666Oh also! Remind me what the status is on titan beetle armor?
>>29490684Can't argue with a twenty
>>29490702Titan beetle armor was about a day away from completion when the citizens of Waldheim moved their collective ass to the Lindwurm carcass. Dagfinn finished it while riding inside of a wagon.
>>29490848Aww yeah. Can't wait to be told to check our privilege for wearing another being's corpse.
The next few days pass in a blur of activity and industry as about half of the town of Waldheim relocates their collective ass to the Lindwurm carcass to process it. You follow the villagers to the Lindwurm carcass, as does the rest of your travelling companions. Amazingly enough you and Ivan manage to avoid each other for the entire trip over to the corpse. After a few days of travel, the good people of Waldheim set up shop around the Lindwurm. Dagfinn spends most days directing the townsfolk around the work site. You’re glad that he managed to finish your titan beetle armor on the trip over.People swarm over the Lindwurm carcass at all hours. In the day they look more like the carrion insects they race against, rather than fully grown human beings. At night they carry torches and lanterns to light their labors. You join them in their work, your attention span the only thing becoming fatigued by the long hours of labor. While you butcher the Lindwurm you limerick, more to stave off boredom and stay sharp than anything else. The townsfolk seem to enjoy your presence. However, you do not work for them. Everything you cut off is sent to the Professor’s tent, where the old man casts rites of preservation on muscles and ligaments in preparation for the refleshing ritual.Occasionally Voytek or Katrina joins you in your work, rushing off with hauls of scales and other bits for their own pet projects. You decide not to ask.When you’re not working the corpse you’re back on the ground practicing swordplay and your own strange martial acrobatics. Periodically, villagers, often young men, request a duel or lesson, keen to learn your martial secrets. More often than not you oblige their requests, although its more for the chance to hit something that’ll put up more of a fight than a tree.
>>29491341I hope Voytek is making bear armor out of those scales.
After about a week and a half of this, Asta walks up to you while you’re training away from the work site. “Hoy, Bones.”>Sup Asta?“Not much. Listen, you and Voytek need to make yourselves scarce for a few days.”>How come?“The merchant Onfroi is coming to the Lindwurm’s carcass. He’s bringing a huge merchant caravan from Marché. They’re gonna be trading for what we’ve got already.”>Hang up. What’s an Onfroi and who’s Marché?Asta rolls her eyes and sighs, albeit indulgently. “I thought the Becherski man and Dagfinn told you this stuff already. Onfroi is the caravaneer who comes to Waldheim periodically. Marché is one of the biggest cities in Merovia, and a major trading hub for the entire continent. Onfroi told his entire guild about this Lindwurm carcass. People are going to be swarming here. I told you the Lindwurm would put us on the map.”>So what, they Skeletist or something?“Well yeah. Most people don’t take too kindly to the living dead,” Asta looks at you sheepishly, “So I’m sorry about this, but you and Voytek need to go under ground for a few days until the merchants leave.”>Whatever yo. I can entertain myself in private too.“I’ll try to ignore the implications of that.”>Probably for the best.
The day afterward, several large caravans arrive, lead by a portly but friendly man with a little goatee hidden within rolls of fat. It takes a whole day to load their carts. They leave by the next. You spend this time in Becherski’s tent. The old man has already made excellent progress preparing materials for the refleshing ritual, but he still spends most of his time with you double checking measurement lengths and pressing muscles and blood vessels and other lovely things against your skeletal frame. After dinner, the Professor turns to you and asks:“So, I am wondering if you can make of an answer to a question I am having?”>Uhhh… is yes the correct answer?“I am thinking so. You see, there is being a sticking point in this refleshing ritual. Well, several sticking points. First we are still needing some sort of skin for all of this. Otherwise, the muscles are being exposed, which is being gross, da?”>Okay, yeah. Next?“Two, is being the face. I am not being able to cut Lindwurm muscles so well as to mimic a human face. I could make a tailor of someone’s face to sew onto your own, but not from Lindwurm muscles. It is too difficult.”>That all?The Professor scratches the back of his head. "Not really, but these are being my biggest concerns.">How does Bones respond to these problems?
>>29491507We should ask for any tips on rare creatures she might have seen around. While we're making scarce, might as well hunt shit for our refleshing ritual and Professor. >>29491540Eh, we need muscles first. Armor will cover all of that anyway, so skin can wait until we find someone handsome and expendable to relieve of his closest possessions.
>>29491540I could just stay inside my Titan beetle armor to not freak people out until we can find some proper skin, The face is a tougher conundrum.
>>29491595We can wear a freaky mask. Or like, one of those grinning theater masks, and we can swap it out for one of those sad ones and one with angry eyebrows when necessary.>>29491540Is robbing a graveyard for skin possible? We'd have to travel from here, of course.
Rolled 7>>29491540>>How does Bones respond to these problems?Well, obviously we could use the skin and face of another human.Lets steal the organs of a privilege watcher.
>>29491661I like the mask idea.it would allow us to express our self and freak others out at the same time.
You know, guys.. I just remember that we're pretty fucking large for a human. Our initial skeleton from a taller than average guy and we've only added to height and mass. At this rate we're better off skinning a goddamn ogre.And I like the mask idea of this guy>>29491661if we can't pass the head off as a particularly creepy helmet. Might need some accessories for that.
>>29491693That's basically what it says on our character sheet under "goals."
Get a skull mask.Because we can.
>>29491540Well we will need a human for a human face at least later. Skin can probably be attained from something else, perhaps?
Rolled 12We could just fuse our form to the beetle armor and become a kamen rider.
>>29491661Robbing a graveyard is an option, however, you'd need to be quick about it so that the face doesn't become obviously decayed.So, If I'm reading the situation correctly, the consensus is we wait on getting the face thing done until we have the bits available, but there seems to be some disagreement about reattaching the muscles on their own.so, everyone reply to this post with:Body reflesh, now or later?And if now, how much and how do we cover up the lack of skin?
>>29491807Add muscles now, cover up with armor.Or bandages/silk/something if the armor shows what's underneath for some reason.
Rolled 9>>29491807Lets kill some beast and steal its skin and face.Who cares about looking human?
>>29491807Later. Take Becherski and steal graveyard skin while we're hiding from merchants anyway.
>>29491807Eh later. I want to get a good looking face after all
>>29491807If we're waiting on a tie-breaker, I'm willing to change from>>29491871to>>29491850provided we include the theater mask.
>>29492046>>29492040>>29491857>>29491850Alright Team, it seems like we're gonna do a partial body reflesh, and wait on the face until a more appropriate set of materials crop up.I'll see what I do about masks. Until then we can always use a burlap sack with faces drawn on it in charcoal.
>Yo, Prof, I’m thinking that we start off with refleshing all the non-head bits, and go from there. I got a full set of Titan Beetle armor that’s made for a man with organs and the like. I can cover up with that and some bandages until we acquire skin and other shit.“Hmmm, if this is not being a problem for you, then I can do it.”The rest of night passes in muffled chanting and dim flashes of light.You step out of the tent the next morning in full chitin beetle armor. Shit would’ve been heavy, but now it hardly feels like its there. You keep yourself bundled up in rags to cover up any exposed tissue. Nobody questions your new get up, the villagers are just happy to see their Gigantic Skeleton Friend once more.The next two weeks pass without incident. However, smaller caravans start arriving at the Lindwurm, and more frequently. Merchants too small to belong to the Guild and too astute to allow the chance for profit to pass them by. Although Waldheim is clearly benefitting from the increased presence of merchants and traders you can’t help but resent the fact that they’ve driven both you and Voytek into hiding.Its been two consecutive days in the Professor’s tent. The trickle of small merchant wagons and caravans has transformed into a stream. You worry that you'll never be able to escape as you cut out eye holes on the frowny face of the burlap mask your working on. Katrina left not only an hour ago to harvest more of the Lindwurm, but you’re still painfully bored. Just then, the tent flap opens, and Dagfinn stoops into the tent. “Bones,” he says without greeting, “We have a problem.”
>>29492613okay wrapping up here guys. We're about to start the next arc in earnest, and this seems like the best chance to stop I'll get in a while.Thanks for your patience today, I know I was being a little slow on the update
>>29492650Thanks for the run OP! OGQ always a good read.
Rolled 14>>29492613>“Bones,” he says without greeting, “We have a problem.”ANd we are the only person bad enough to solve it.
>>29491405In IGQ tradition, I shooped us a bearI accidentally it tiny(different anon than first shoop)
>>29494504Nice shoop anon. I think I'll make it the OP for February