https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q2EeMB6tRMgIn the world of Valaer, the Battle of Tirinia changed everything. That was 680 years ago.Here lies the human Kingdom of Therindel - less a Kingdom than a confederacy of lordships, duchies, principalities, city-states, et cetera - banded together under the constant threat of attack from the mysterious Wood Elves of the eastern land of Xalfacia. For many centuries, these lords and rulers have bickered amongst each other for the right to succeed the King who fell in battle at Tirinia against the Elves.And now the Kingdom of Therindel is a veritable hotbed of adventure, riches, and loot to be enjoyed by adventurers from all over the world. From the lost cities of the Elves, to the grand old monsters of old, to the buried treasures of those who came before. And the mightiest treasure of them all, the Golden Fountain! Said to one wish in exchange for dropping a coin into its clear waters. It is the treasure all adventurers seek! From the strong, to the cunning, to the daring, those who seek adventure seek the Golden Fountain!You are not one of those people.Wandering Spirits are known for the cloak they wear, the black silhouette of their smoky bodies within, their glowing white eyes, and how much they are tied to the mortal world. They wander the earth, in search of business to finish so that they may finally pass on into the afterlife.You are a Wandering Spirit. With naught but your cloak, a walking stick, and a single gold coin, you are on a journey. You are in search of the Golden Fountain.
>>32551168Your name is unknown even to you unfortunately, due to the circumstances of your death. Unlike most ghosts who remember who they are, can phase through walls, cross rivers, possess people and the dead, and other ghostly things, you can’t do any of that. Funnily enough, if it weren’t for the fact that you were quite literally just a humanoid mass of smoke, people would probably think you were actually a person.But that’s besides you now.You’re not exhausted as you walk along the forest path. Quite the contrary, Wandering Spirits don’t feel quite the same sensation of exhaustion that people do. Your dark brown cloak, mottled with holes, tears, and other imperfections sways in the gentle wind. You have your hood up, in the faint hope that someone may stop and offer you a ride.Of course, once they see you’re a ghost, they usually break out the weapons and you end up having to beat feet. Right now, you’re hoofing it. Up ahead is a river, you think from the sound of water and birds.What should you do?> Stop and hitchhike.> Keep walking.> Try and remember your past> Write in
>>32551179>> Keep walking.Hum a jaunty tune.
>>32551179How light are we? Maybe we can convince a bird to give us a ride on its back if we're just the weight of smoke. That could take us to our destination.
>>32551179>> Try and remember your past
>>32551179> Keep walking.Just keep on walking
>>32551179> Try and remember your pastFlashback time!
> Keep walking.Hmph. Best not draw attention to yourself.Thusly, you keep on walking. A horse-pulled cart passes you by towards the direction you came from. Just an old farmer and his shipment of wheat. Nothing too notable. At least he didn’t notice you. You’re sure that if he did, you probably would have killed him from shock, old people are not known for their fortitude against the magical and the dispossessed souls of the non-living.But that’s beside the point.You continue walking along and along until, just like you predicted, there is a river.You cannot ford the river yourself however, being a Spirit has that disadvantage. Even if you weren’t a Spirit, that river looks very deep and looks even wider. You need to find a raft, or a crossing somewhere. You look to your right, and sure enough there is in fact a small wooden ferry big enough to fit five horses. Under a tree sleeping is a young girl, next to a dirty but neat little fiddle. You assume she’s the ferrymaster.What should you do?> Wake the girl.> Try and find another crossing.> Go back the way you come.> Write in
>>32551481>> Wake the girl.
>>32551481> Wake the girl.
>>32551481>> Wake the girl.Spirits can still grope things, right?
>>32551481>Wake the girl.
> Wake the girl.You poke the girl in the head with your walking stick. “Pardon me,” you say.She curls up, rolling over. “Agh… go away!” she says, sleepily.“I need to use your ferry,” you say.She sighs, then sits up, rubbing her eyes. “Ugh… fine fine.” She looks at you, then blinks in surprise. “Oh. Hi there. Are you some kind of ghost or something?”“The technical term is Wandering Spirit. I’ve been called Cloak a couple of times too. Whichever is expedient, I do not particularly care honestly speaking. Still though, I wish to use your ferry as I do not have the capability of crossing water on my own.”She stands up, brushing some leaves and muck out of her blonde hair. “Um, yeah. Sure. I’m Karen, ferrymaster.”>>=[| KAREN |]=<<>>=[| Ferrymaster |]=<<She holds out her hand. “Ten gold.”… Ah, that’s a bit awkward. You only have one gold which you really REALLY need.> I do not suppose we can barter?> I do not have money.> Sorry, I will come back when I get money.> Write in
>>32551681>I do not suppose we can barter?Need some ghost things that need to be done?
>>32551681>> I do not suppose we can barter?I hunger for sidequests.
>>32551681>> I do not have money.
>>32551681> I do not suppose we can barter?
>>32551681"I am very wealthy, but my incorporeal form doesn't allow me to hold money. If you take me across, I can take you to where I store my money and I will pay you ten times as much for the inconvenience."
>>32551807"And I happen to be a prince, as well."
>>32551681>I do not suppose we can barter?
> I do not suppose we can barter?You hold out a ghostly hand. “Can we barter, perhaps?”Karen scratches her chin, sizing you up. She hums a bit, thinking. “Can you-““No. I cannot have sex with you.”“Darn.” Karen snaps her finger. “It’s just, you know. It gets boring out here, all by myself. With nobody in sight. Only travelers. And… yeah.”You tilt your head. “You ever think of investing in prostitutes?”“Oh King’s blessing no, I’d never waste money on that,” she says. “It just gets really boring out here by myself.” She sighs. “Tell you what, there’s a town upstream by the name of Penderbrook.”“Is there a bridge?” you ask.“Was,” says Karen. “A Greater Tuna wrecked it a week back and the Governor hasn’t paid to have it fixed or replaced. Maybe a townsperson there will have something for you.”You nod. “Sounds like a good idea then.”> Head to Penderbrook> Stay and talk with Karen (Topic?)> Write in
>>32551961> Stay and talk with Karen (Topic?)Why do you want to have sex with a Ghost?
>>32551961Offer to strum her vag with the stick
>>32551961> Stay and talk with Karen (Topic?)Learn a little about the area. And the girl I suppose.>“No. I cannot have sex with you.”This is a crushing disappointment. What if our task keeping us tethered here is to sex up all the bored, attractive ladies? What then?
>>32551961> Head to Penderbrook>“No. I cannot have sex with you.”damn it schteel!
>>32551961If this were a different sort of quest and you were a different QM I'd be pushing so hard to waifu Karen and pushing even harder to have her NTR us. But it ain't, and you're not.>Head to PenderbrookSounds like there's plot to pursue!
>>32551961Hide on the ferry. Then wait until she's asleep or wait until some idiot pays her for a ride, whichever comes first. If she goes to sleep first, steal the ferry.
>>32551961>> Head to Penderbrook
> Stay and talk with Karen (Topic?)“Why would you want to have sex with a Wandering Spirit anyway? It is not like I can actually make you feel anything beyond discomfort.”Karen shrugs. “You get desperate after a while.”“That is not a good excuse.”“Well, you’re not human either,” she says. “No offense or nothing. You probably don’t get the same urges we do, yeah?”“You are completely right,” you say.Karen crosses her arms, smirking. “Speaking of which, what about you? What were you like in your past life?”> I do not remember> Make something up> Shrug> Write in
>>32552159>> I do not remember
>>32552159> I do not remember
>>32552159> Shrug> I do not remember
>>32552159> I do not remember> Write inis there some sort of memory block on us?
> I do not remember“I have no recollection of my past life, unfortunately.”“Oh.” Karen frowns. “That’s… sad. I didn’t know. That must make it really hard on you.”“My memory fluctuates from time to time,” you say. “But otherwise, my past is something that I quite literally cannot recall in good detail.”“Ah.” Karen scratches her chin. “That must be hard, having amnesia or whatever it is on you.”“Well, it is not a great deal to worry about. What I worry about now is finding the Golden Fountain and getting my wish at the drop of my coin.” You hold up your golden coin.“You know what you’re wishing for?”“Not yet, it will come to me, though,” you say.> Head to Penderbrook> Stay and talk with Karen (Topic?)> Write in
>>32552365>> Stay and talk with Karen (Topic?)Is there anything you would wish for?
>>32552365>> Head to Penderbrook
>>32552365>> Head to PenderbrookSay goodbye and thank her for her time. Gotta get going if we wanna git dat fountain.
>>32552365> Head to Penderbrook
> Head to PenderbrookYou nod. “Well, thank you, Miss Karen. Sorry to be a bother.”“Weren’t no trouble,” she says. “If you find yourself back here, you better have the cash, yeah?” She walks over back to the tree and sits down, picking up her fiddle. “Good luck, yeah?”You wave goodbye as you head upstream, and she starts playing her fiddle.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hp6a0XtbcCIAs you strike your walking stick on the ground as you walk, you contemplate it. She was a nice girl. She certainly deserves a good man.And heck, nobody deserves to be alone.But regardless, this trail you’re on seems well traveled. Maybe someone you can hitchhike.> Stop and hitchhike.> Keep walking.> Try and remember your past> Write in
>>32552620>> Keep walking.Hum along to the fiddling, even once you're out of earshot.
>>32552620>> Try and remember your past
>>32552620> Keep walking.> Try and remember your pastcome on! remember your past!
>>32552620CATCH A BIRD. LET'S FLY ON ITS BACK.We're made of smoke right? We can't be that heavy! C'mon guys, I'm going to suggest this every chance I get!
>>32552620>> Keep walking.>> Try and remember your past
>>32552620> Try and remember your past
>>32552658We wear a cloak that's probably too heavy for a small bird to carry, and I doubt there're any bigger ones around.
> Try and remember your pastSnow.Freezing. Hands black and rotting. Eyes hurt. Can’t feel legs. Stavros is dead. Snow is piling up. Need help. Someone help. Cloak can’t block the cold. Fires won’t stay. Need help. Need to reach city.So much snow.You sigh as you continue along to Penderbrook. You stop to look over at a bird, roosting on a tree branch. “I do not suppose you can carry me to the Golden Fountain?” you ask.It tweets a bit, then flies off.“Thanks anyway,” you say. It probably wouldn’t have known the Golden Fountain is anyway.But, good news finally. You have made it to Penderbrook. It is a modest town, only thirty or so buildings. People, mostly humans, but you can also see Dwarves on auction for their services along with a sign advertising an Orc tailor. The town itself appears to be settled on one side of the river, your side. The bridge, a mighty stone bridge, is no longer mighty as it looks like a giant fish took a bite out of it and split it in half.Where to start looking for money though?> Perhaps pickpocketing was in your past.> Go to the local tavern, taverns always have jobs.> Offer yourself up on the Services Auction with the Dwarves> Write in
>>32552865>> Go to the local tavern, taverns always have jobs.
>>32552865>> Go to the local tavern, taverns always have jobs.And maybe ask around the town. Have two people been missing for a while? Has anyone heard of Stavros?
>>32552865> Go to the local tavern, taverns always have jobs.>Sign advertising an Orc tailorthat sounds familiar.
>>32552865>> Go to the local tavern, taverns always have jobs.Sidequests! Meeting in taverns!
> Go to the local tavern, taverns always have jobs.You open up the door. “Salutations, travelers.” You walk inside to the shocked gazes of various adventurers and patrons. “I am in search of a job that will get me at least ten gold pieces so that I may use the ferry and cross the river.” You walk up to the counter. “Hello, I assume you are the proprietor of this establishment.”The man, probably a retried adventurer himself, says, “Sure am. The heck you want?”“I am looking for a well-paying job. Something that will get me ten gold pieces. I do not care about length or time spent, I just need the money.”He glances around, awkwardly. “Um. You’re aware you’re a Cloak right. I’m not sure if anyone’s hiring you.”“That is why I am looking for the job myself,” you say. “Perhaps you are in need of my services.”He shrugs. “Not really no.”Blast. This was your best bet.A short(er than average) dwarf says, “Oi, perhaps the old farmer up the road needs a scarecrow or something. You oughta ask him.” His compatriots at the table laugh quietly at that.> I will make a good scarecrow then.> That is not a funny joke considering I am not laughing.> Write in
>>32553125>> That is not a funny joke considering I am not laughing.
>>32553125>> I will make a good scarecrow then.
>>32553125>> I will make a good scarecrow then.We are dead. What use have we for pride?
>>32553125> That is not a funny joke considering I am not laughing.
>>32553125> I will make a good scarecrow then.Would he pay ten gold, though?
>>32553125>> I will make a good scarecrow then.What are these jo-aks you flesh bags speak of?
> I will make a good scarecrow then.“Excellent, thank you for the recommendation, vertically challenged dwarven friend,” you say.“Oi, all dwarves are short!” he says as you walk out the door.With that, you head up the road past the curious glances and double takes of various townspeople. You arrive at the farm, a very small and modest carrot farm. You knock on the door to the house.The farmer, an old man, opens up. “How can I help ya?”“Good afternoon, good sir. I am a Wandering Spirit in need of ten gold pieces to cross the river using the ferry,” you say. “I hear you are in need of a scarecrow.”The farmer scowls at you, crossing his arms. “Ach, I dinnae need no scarecrow. But tell you what, it’s a sair fecht with these damnables pixies and fairies digging up my damned carrots. Go into the fields, scare them away will ye when they come? I pay you well.”> GO INTO THE FIELDS, SCARE AWAY PIXIES AND FAIRIES?> Y/N> Other
>>32553423>> Y/NHow much will you pay, friend?
>>32553125> I will make a good scarecrow then.
>>32553445That should be a >Y
> Y“Good,” says the farmer. He offers his hand. “I’m Farmer Fergus Farmerie.”>>=[| FERGUS FARMERIE |]=<<>>=[| Carrot Farmer |]=<<You stand in the fields, waiting for the pixies and fairies to come knocking on the Farmer’s door.Suddenly, you hear it. Sparkles, shimmers, all around.They burst from the bushes, giggling. They’re clad in naught more but leaves and little loincloths. The little buggers. They start trying to uproot the farmer’s carrots from the farm.You run over, your cloak flapping the breeze. “Hey! Cease that business now!” you yell. The pixies scream as they see you, and start flying around, trying to grab up carrots. “Get away! Stop that!” You wave your walking stick at that. “I tell you something, you do not want to get on the wrong end of a Wandering Spirit who needs to cross a river! Get out of here!”One pixie tries desperately at pulling a carrot out. Not on your watch. You wind up your walking stick and swing, sending her flying back into the forest. Her screams fades as she disappears into the horizon.The rest of the pixies scream, running off.You sigh. That was easy. And it only took you a couple of hours. The farmer walks out of his house, tipping up his straw hat. “Wow, lookie there. You saved quite a few carrots, Stranger.”You say, “It was nothing. All in the name of business, good sir.”“Hm, blunt,” he says. “Well, ten gold pieces it is then, and…”“Hey! Papa!” You both look over at an approaching younger man.Farmer says, “My son, Fermet.”Fermet says, “Papa! You gotta see this! Old Man Darry’s bull’s died in the river!”He groans in frustration. “Ah, shite.” He pulls out ten gold coins and hands them off to you. “There ye are.”> Take your leave> Go help the Farmeries> Write in
>>32553674>> Go help the FarmeriesMight as well. We are dead. All the time in the world.
>>32553674> Go help the Farmeries
>>32553674>> Go help the FarmeriesWhy not
>>32553674>> Go help the Farmeries
>>32551168This looks mighty interesting, why do all the good quests have to start when I'm about to go to sleep?
> Go help the Farmeries“Perhaps you need my help?” you ask.“Oh?” Farmer smiles at you. “Helpful, ain’t ya? Fine, come on.”You, Farmer, and Fermet head down off the beaten path through trees, wood, and brush. Fermet leads you all on, chattering madly. “So basically, Old Man Darry notices his bull gone missing, ye? And he goes around looking, searching the entire day, he goes down to the tavern, he goes to Corduroy Cody’s dressmaking, he goes to the bridge, he turns the entire town upside down. And finally he been going down this here river and he finds his poor bull lying dead right there! Can you believe that?”Farmer says, “Oi, I’ll believe it, boy. Just lead us on.”“And then he-““That’s enough, boy. Go on.”Fermet leads you down to the riverbank, where sure enough, Darry is trying to pull the bull out with a rope tied around the neck.“Gosh dang King’s shite for brains!” he yells.>>=[| DARRY DOVER |]=<<>>=[| Cattle Farmer |]=<<“Bloody shite!” he yells as he gives up. He tosses the rope down. The poor bull couldn’t have died more than a few hours ago judging by how fresh it seemed. “I tell you, I really celebrated his weight, he could certainly birth a number of good cows but King’s shite he’s heavy.”> “How do we pull him out?”> “Why don’t we cut him up?”> “Can’t we just leave him?”> Remain quiet> Write in
>>32554036> “How do we pull him out?”
>>32554036>> “How do we pull him out?”
> “How do we pull him out?”“How do we pull him out?” you ask.Farmer says, “Oh, it’d be a tough job for the four of us. This bull is so heavy that it makes Darry’s wife look small.”Darry says, “You what, mate? I swear on me mum’s life I’ll hook you in the gabber!”“Ah, shut it. If your brains were bombs, you wouldn’t have enough to blow your nose you shite, now shut up,” says Farmer. “I am thinking.”“Oh, that’s a first,” says Darry as he sits down on the ground.Farmer sighs, smiling. “Ah, but the old bull, I tell you. Tell you what, Stranger.” He turns to you. “You help us pull this thing out, I can cook you a neat dinner, how about it?”You nod. “Well, that is if we pull him out.”Fermet says, “Papa. Cutter’s got big saws, we can do this in chapters, haul off the meat and process it turn, have it fresh and ready for dinner.”“That’s crazy enough to work,” says Darry. “I’m with that.”Farmer says, “But Cutter’s out to the High City of Imperial City. He won’t be back for a month, he’s got his equipment locked up.” He groans in frustration. “Damnation. If we had strength potions, this would go trivially.”“DID SOMEONE SAY STRENGTH POTIONS!?”All of you look up at a tree to where that amazingly girly voice came from. “Because I!” she drops down to the ground, her green cloak flowing and her satchel of potions clinking and clanking, “Have the answer to your problems!”> “Who are you?”> “Great.”> “Were you just standing in that tree waiting for us to say that?”> Write in
>>32554479>> “Were you just standing in that tree waiting for us to say that?”
>>32554479>> “Were you just standing in that tree waiting for us to say that?”Is that who I think it is?Marrigold?
> “Were you just standing in that tree waiting for us to say that?”“Yes!” she says. “I was!”All of you glance at each other, then back at her as she stands triumphantly. She walks over to the bull, her equipment clattering as she says, “Now! Mind you, the potion is a delicate tool, but I am a master of brewing and kitting potions and I know just what you need for this situation! A strength potion!”Darry asks, “Who in the flying pigs of the Vogelreich are you?She thumps her hand on her chest. “Marigold Merriweather! Master of potions!”>>=[| MARIGOLD MERRIWEATHER |]=<<>>=[| Master of Potions |]=<<“Now, let me get you a strength potion!” she says she reaches into her satchel.…She looks down at her satchel, still searching. She quickly holds up a finger. “Two seconds please.” She uses both hands and digs deeper, occasionally dropping a vial of potion out onto the ground. “Um… uh… it’s in here somewhere,” she says quietly.“Take your time,” says Farmer.“No, no! I have it!” says Marigold. Her smile is gone and is replaced with a look of furious worry as she tries desperately to look for the potion. “I know I have it! Just hold on!”> “We can wait.”> “Maybe we should look for help elsewhere.”> “So, master of potions, huh?”> Write in
>>32554733> “So, master of potions, huh?”
>>32554733>> “We can wait.”
>>32554733Nice to see that the adventuring life is working out for her.> "So, master of potions, huh?"
>>32554733>> “So, master of potions, huh?”Aw, its nice to see her again,How is Norman by the way
>>32554733>> “So, master of potions, huh?”Glasses-girl went off adventuring too didn't she, think she'll turn up too?
> “So, master of potions, huh?”You say, “Master of potions, huh?”“Aha!” she pulls out a vial of yellow liquid capped off by a bit of cork. “A potion of strength!”>>=[| POTION OF STRENGTH |]=<<>>=[| Grants the user superhuman strength, good for thirty minutes. |]=<<She uncaps it.“Oi, Miss Merriweather,” says Fermet. “Maybe one of us should drink that?”“Nothing doing!” says Marigold. She waterfalls all the contents into her mouth and tosses the vial into her satchel. She twitches a bit, as she walks over to the bull, then heaves it all up over her head with a mighty roar. “AAAAAHHHH!”“Impressive,” says Farmer.“IT’S STILL HEAVY!” says Marigold. “SHOW ME WHERE TO DROP THIS OFF! I CAN ONLY HOLD THIS FOR SO LONG!”With that, Darry leads you all back to his farm, where Marigold drops the dead bull down. He and his six young daughters all get to work on skinning and cutting the bull up. Marigold smiles, proud of herself.Darry says, “I tell you all something. How about I cook you all dinner. It’s the least I could do.”“Oh, I would love that!” says Marigold.> “I have to go, actually.”> “Sure.”> Write in
>>32555012>> Write inI don't eat.
>>32555012> “I have to go, actually.”I doubt they've realized we are dead. Let's beat feet before they beat us.
>>32555012>> “I have to go, actually.”
>>32555012> “Sure.”> Write inI can't eat, but being around pleasant company is nice once in awhile.
>>32555012>> “Sure.”Tell me about Norman!
>>32555012>> “Sure.”Though we didn't actually help, so I'd kinda feel bad about it, but it would be rude to refuse.
>>32555117I second this one
>>32555117I third this.
> “Sure.”“Well, I actually do not really eat so to speak, Mister Dover. But I suppose it would be nice to have some good company.”The sun is setting in the window, but the dining room of Darry’s house is filled with mirth and life. Farmer’s two cousins from the Town Guard have come down to have dinner, and currently playing music in the adjacent room to the delight of Darry’s daughters. Fermet, Farmer, Darry, Marigold, and yourself have dinner as they play.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y0oMwkU1GK4Fermet looks at your plate of beef, carrot slices, and broccoli. “Gonna eat any of that?”Darry’s woman, a very large and plump woman, says, “Now, Fermet. Dinnae be rude to guests, ken? He’ll inhale the cooking at his leisure, yeah?”You say, “I actually do not eat, I have no need to considering I am a Wandering Spirit.”“Good enough for me,” says Fermet as he slides your plate over.Darry chuckles a bit. “Ah, waste not, want not. You learn not to waste things on farms, Stranger.”You shake your head. “It is no trouble.”Marigold looks at you, in awe. “So, what business do you have in the mortal world, Mister Cloak?” She smiles, obviously a bit enthralled by your status as a Wandering Spirit.> “I’m trying to find the Golden Fountain> “Looking for myself.”> “I do not know.”> Write in
>>32555286>> “I’m trying to find the Golden Fountain>> “Looking for myself.”
>>32555286> “I’m trying to find the Golden Fountain
>>32555286>> “I’m trying to find the Golden Fountain
>>32555286> “I’m trying to find the Golden Fountainand> Write inAnd who I once was.
>>32555446This is the best oneseconded
> “I’m trying to find the Golden Fountain“The Golden Fountain. I am searching for it. That is why I have a single gold coin saved up. Perhaps I will find myself as well.” You shrug a bit. “Whichever comes first.”“Whoo… I always thought the Golden Fountain was some Elven myth,” says Darry. “I tell you something, there’s no way such a thing could exist. The magic of this world has limits you know?”You say, “Well, if it brought me back with the coin and only the vaguest knowledge of it, then perhaps that is my purpose. To find it.”Marigold places her hands over heart. “That’s so daring! It must be quite an adventure!”“It is actually quite boring, not a lot of creatures dare cross me,” you say. “Which is ironic, considering I do not really have a way of defending myself.”Marigold says, “Well, the Golden Fountain is the find of a lifetime! They say the King took it from the Elves in bloody battle over a thousand years ago! And that dropping a coin into its water grants you a wish that your heart desires!” She sighs, dreamily. “How I’d love to find it myself!”Farmer laughs a bit. “You all sound crazy, I tell you. It’s just a myth. There’s no way it exists. You shouldn’t waste your time, Stranger.”You say, “All I have is time.”> Go see what the music is about> Talk to someone (Specify)> Head out> Write in
>>32555566>> Go see what the music is about>> Talk to someone (Ask Marrigold about herself)I wonder how long it has been since magic shop
>>32555566> Go see what the music is about>Write inI wonder if we can play music too. or have any skill in it.
>>32555566>> Go see what the music is about
>>32555566>Go see what the music is about
> Go see what the music is aboutYou sidle into the living room, to see the daughters all enthralled by Farmer’s cousins and their music. Specifically, the cousin playing the banjo. They laugh and giggle, clapping along to his banjo tune.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gq79UcHYk9IYou say, “You play music a lot?”The fiddle player, who’s taking a rest as the banjo plays, says, “Yes sir, we do.” You sit down next to him on the couch. “You play any instruments?”“I do not remember if I can,” you say.“Ah, that’s a shame,” he says. “Tell you what, pick up an instrument someday like a resonator, a dulcimer, a fiddle or a guitar. Maybe it’ll come to you, yeah?”“Perhaps,” you say.One of the daughters, a very young girl in a blue dress walks up to you. “Mister Cloak? Are you a ghost?”You say to her, “Not technically speaking. I’m more of an aberration. A spirit that can still interact with the world, unlike ghosts.”Another one of the daughters asks, “Can you tell us a story? Of when you used to be alive?”“Did you die, Mister Cloak?” asks the first daughter.> “I do not remember anything, I’m sorry.”> Make up something> Write in
>>32555842>> Make up somethingWhite lies, let's not disappoint the little ones
>>32555842>> “I do not remember anything, I’m sorry.”
>>32555842> Write in"All I can remember was that I was deep in snow trying to get back to a town. I am sorry, that is all I can remember."We tell them the truth of what WE know so far. No need to lie.
>>32555842>> Make up somethingAn Asoph style story.
>>32555842> Make up somethingA little tall tale never hurt anyone
> Make up somethingYou clap your ghostly hands together. “Ah, let me see… well, it was a hundred years ago or so, during the Great War between Baron Barker and Duke DuFresne. Terrible conflict it was. I was fighting for Duke DuFresne as part of his personal bodyguard.”All the daughters come to listen to your story, looking at you with all their attention their minds can muster. Even the cousins look particularly interested at your story.“Now, it all culminated at the bloody Battle of Hedgerow Peak. It is a tall hill covered in hedges, bushes, and shrubbery of all kinds. The fighting was very fierce. And we clawed our way through the enemy formations just as much as we did the thorny bushes and the tough grass. Duke DuFresne, brave man he was, he fell to a great weapon Baron Barker had employed.”One of the daughters asked, “What was it?”“Trolls,” you says. “Trained trolls all the way from the Western lands of the Orcs. They had clubs the size of this room, teeth the size of your head, and they roared like monsters from the depths of the oceans. They were a sight to behold.”Another daughter asks, “What happened to you?”“Oh me?” you say.> I was eaten by a troll. Not much fanfare.> I escaped the battle with my life.> I died saving the lives of the rest of the bodyguard.> Write in
>>32556208>> I died saving the lives of the rest of the bodyguard.Give it a good ending
>>32556208> Write in"It seems I was far too brave in thinking I could kill a pack of those trolls. At least I bought time for Duke Dufresne's forces to fall back. Little good it did in trying to save his life."
>>32556208>> I escaped the battle with my life.
>>32556208I didn't eat my vegetables, and ran out of energy on the battlefield.WE NEED TO TEACH THESE KIDS LESSONS.
>>32556208>>32556313>>32556403Changing my vote to include this at the end
>>32556208>> I died saving the lives of the rest of the bodyguard.because >>32556426
>>32556449Derp, I meant to link >>32556403 at the end, there.
> I died saving the lives of the rest of the bodyguard.You say, “Well, I stayed behind to give the bodyguard time to retreat.”“And that’s how you died?” asks one of the daughters.“No, no,” you say. “I could have escaped. But, there was a crucial flaw to my thinking you see.” You lean in closer to them, almost up in all their faces. “I did not eat my vegetables. I ran out of energy and tired out, and the trolls ate me for dessert.”All the daughters gasp, in shock.Darry’s wife comes out of the dining room. “Yearra, yearra, he’s right you little snotlings! Go eat your leafy greens else the trolls come knocking and they have you for dinner, ken?” All the daughters hurriedly rush into the dining room to eat their vegetables. All the adults who know better laugh a bit.“Oh, you crack me up!” says the Fiddler. “You’re alright for a Cloak, Stranger.”You shrug. “I suppose.”> Talk to someone (Specify)> Head out> Write in
>>32556510> Talk to someone (Marigold)Where is she from? What is her story? see if she wants to travel with us.
>>32556510Let's talk to Marigold before we leave. Being a cute girl aside, she's the first person so far with any tiny hope of being able to give us a hint to our goal.
>>32556510>> Head outIgnore the waifu shit please.
> Talk to someone (Marigold)https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1yeQucos9-MYou and Marigold sit on the couch, listening to the music idly. You say, “So, Marigold. Are you from around here?”Marigold shakes her head. “I’m a city dweller myself. I’ve only been out here adventuring for about a year really. I’m from the High City of Imperial City! I used to help out my father at his shop there along with a spellcat named Clay and a nice boy named Norman. I decided to just get out though, and see the world!”“Really,” you say. “That is quite ambitious of you.”“Isn’t it?” she says eagerly. “Oh, it’s been only a year and time flies so fast! Why, it feels like only yesterday I slew my first monster!”“What was that?” you ask.“Oh, it was the Giant Chicken of Brable,” she says. She quickly says, “But it was a very big chicken!” She holds out her hand at her waist height. “And it was this big! And it had teeth! And you should have seen the bones!”“I believe you,” you say.“Of course,” says Marigold. “But, you know Mister Cloak. I am positively enthralled by your story of the Golden Fountain. Is that really all you’re searching for?”You nod. “I woke up with naught but a gold coin, the cloak, the walking stick, and knowledge of it, so I figure it might be.”“Then let me come with you!” she says. “It’ll be an adventure of a lifetime! A thrill! A real derring-do!” She clasps her hands together, pleading. “Please?”> LET MARIGOLD COME WITH YOU?> Y/N> Other
>>32556914>YSure but the wish is ours
>>32556914YSure.>>32556951Actually I don't think theres only one wish. Nothing in the description said anything about limited to one per adventuring goup.
>>32556914>YesWhat we're doing isn't necessarily more dangerous than anything she's doing. And there're going to be situations where being a Cloak works against us.Also if we want to save ten coins, we could offer Marigold to Karen.
>>32556986An Elven lawyer probably made it. You can never be too careful with knife-ears.
>>32556986True but if it's one of those types wish machines, it's better to lay claim now then later
>>32556994Do we even know our gender?
>>32556997I see you there, you geek.
>>32557019I assume we're effectively genderless in this state, but the way people react to us and our pretend association with warfare in our fake backstory makes me think male.
> Y“I suppose you can. I am dire in need of company I gather. But you will supply your own equipment, yes?”Marigold nods, grinning widely. “I will! I will!”“Very good, you can come with me.”“Yay!” Marigold jumps in the air. “Oh, this will be great!” She grabs your ghostly hand, not even minding that she should be feeling discomfort or a chill at touching you. “We’ll fight monsters together! And we’ll camp out under the stars! And we’ll find great treasures! And we’ll find that Golden Fountain! Just you wait and see!”“Of course, Miss Merriweather,” you say.“Oh, please, call me Marigold!” she says. “Oh, I’ll go pack my things!” She runs into the dining room, nearly knocking over Darry and Farmer as they walk into the room.One of the daughters starts playing on her guitar, she’s certainly well-practiced.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gl8z_U5sclQ> Talk to someone (Specify)> Head out> Write in
>>32557157>Thank everyone for their time>Head Out
>>32557202Seconding. No need to bother them any longer.
>>32555566>not a lot of creatures dare cross meAt least one big bad beastie had better run from us wetting itself in terror, Schteel. Just sayin'.
>>32557202I agree, lets go. Do thank them for dinner.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gvQ2oKSLIGQ
>>32557202Yup, this oneWe don't need them but we should be polite
> Head outYou bow to Darry, Farmer, and their families. “We thank you for our your time and the dinner. It was lovely.”Marigold says, “We’d love to come back again soon!”Darry’s wife hugs Marigold in a tight grip. “Oh, aye me little flower! Come back again soon, you’re always welcome you hear?”Farmer says, “Yeah, and you take care of yourself, okay? Don’t go chasing rumors, now.”“Would not dream of it,” you say.With that, you leave the lit up house and walk into the darkness of night towards the ferry. Marigold skips next to you merrily, her satchel swaying as the vials of potions clink and clank inside. She hums merrily a tune unknown to you but is quite catchy.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AQgmB6xstEQMarigold says to you, “So, do you have any idea where it might be?”> “Sure. It cannot be too hard to miss.”> “Not really.”> “Do you?”> Write in
>>32557441>> “Sure. It cannot be too hard to miss.”
>>32557441"It's a big golden fountain, how hard could it be to find it?"
>>32557441> “Sure. It cannot be too hard to miss.”If a Human kick can steal it, it must be moveable. follow the roads to the old ruins of the elven city. the king's army used the, right? we can work it out from there.
> “Sure. It cannot be too hard to miss.”“It is a big Golden Fountain, probably in some mountain somewhere. How hard could it be to find it?”Marigold says, “Well, it’s eluded the grasp of many an adventurer! Who knows where it could be, or if it even exists!”“It has to exist,” you say. “Otherwise, I would not be here.”“I see,” says Marigold. She perks up her ears, looking around. “Do you hear that?”You do. Fiddle music.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5dCSdfZFTHEYou walk up to the Ferry, not lit up by a toch. Karen’s set up a little tent for herself by the waterside as she plays the fiddle like some mean instrument, tapping her foot down for rhythm. Marigold claps along as she approaches, getting her attention. Karen smiles, flourishing to a finish in one smooth motion. “Ah! Greetings, who’s your friend?”“New companion,” you say. You hold out a pouch of the gold coins. “Ten coins.”“Excellent,” says Karen as she packs it up. “Right, get aboard, I’ll take you across.”You all step onto the Ferry. Karen unties the rope, then with a long paddle she steers the Ferry across the river.> Wait until you get across> Talk to Someone (Specify)> Try to remember your past> Write in
>>32557680Try to remember some more. If we come to still on the ferry, share our findings, past and previous, and ask for opinions.
>>32557680>> Try to remember your past
>>32557680> Try to remember your past
> Try to remember your pastToo much snow. Can’t move. Can’t get up.Someone’s approaching. Wave your arm. Just say something, anything. “Help me!”He comes over, riding on a horse. He dismounts and unsheathes his sword.No.He’s an elf.“Righto,” says Karen. “This is where y’all get off.” The ferry docks at the other end of the river. You both step off.Marigold says, “Thank you so much!”“Ah, it’s my job, ferrying souls across this here river, no need to thank me,” says Karen. “Just get to your destination safe and sound, you hear?”You nod. “We will.”“Good!” Karen shoves for the other bank. “Good luck with your trip! Don’t get eaten, skinned, or disintegrated by nothing you hear!”Marigold waves. “We know!”> Continue the Journey> Set camp> Talk with Marigold (Topic?)> Write in
>>32557915>> Set campGet some restIts still cold
>>32557915> Set campFor marigold's sake. We can keep watch... and remember.
>>32552998Is this a reference to the /tg/ neckbeard elf who made star war into a theater in a fantasy world?
> Set campYou sit down on the ground while Marigold finishes pitching up her tent. “Oh, you should hurry and get some rest, Mister Cloak! We’ve got a long day of travel ahead of us you know!”“I do not require sleep I am afraid, Miss Merriweather.”Marigold strips off her cloak and dresses down into simple nightclothes. “Are you sure?” she asks. “It seems rude of me to ask you to stay up all night.”“It’s fine. I usually spend the nights walking anyway to make time towards finding the Golden Fountain,” you say.“Ah, okay,” says Marigold. “Well, goodnight, Mister Cloak! Be ready, we have some travel ahead of us! Who knows what we’ll meet and what dangers we’ll face!” She giggles a bit as she retreats into her tent.You sigh. You’d normally spend these nights walking, now you’re stuck with someone who actually has to sleep.Oh well, it’s pleasant company that you need. You stare up at the stars and wait for her to wake up.
>>32558139That's it for today's pilot session of Wandering Spirit Quest. Thank you for following! Hopefully when we get more threads, things will start picking up.Follow at: https://twitter.com/GermanSchteelI'll be here for an hour or so, so if you have any questions on the setting or the like, feel free to ask.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hJ9rM1DsJwI
>>32554862Are they references to another quest?
>>32558075It was Schteel tying magic shop quest into this. It's a nice touch, and then marigold is the lock that binds it all. Good Job Schteel. That is something I am thinking of doing in some of my fics.
>>32558276Now I want to read the magic shop quest too.
>>32558399Worth it I assume? Slice of way sense or an epic shop keeper adventure sense?
>>32558170Give us more setting details! Any!
>>32558170Pretty nice and relaxing, not a bad read at all
>>32558425So worth it. And Schteel had it as a mini-series so it isn't long to read it all. A little of slice of life, a little of 'you can only have one waifu so choose wisely', and wacky adventures.
>>32558449The Kingdom of Therindel is less of a Kingdom and more of a huge confederacy of various fiefdoms, lordships, duchys, principalities, etc. All of whom are in bitter dispute over the succession of the King (Lords are generally ranked by where they are in the line of sucession.) Despite this, they're more or less in a steady agreement to not completely screw each other over due to the constant threat of the Elves to the Woodlands to the East.Elves in the setting of Valaer are very feared by humans. Over a thousand years ago, Elves attempted to crush a fledgling humanity with a permanent winter, but the King (Whose name is so long that it takes several days to recite) united the warring human tribes to fight the Elves. This culminated at the Battle of Tirinia where the King fell, but ultimately the winter was forced back farther north and the Elves exiled to the Eastern Woodlands of Xalfacia.Nowadays, nobody's ever actually seen an Elf. Not the Vogelvolk of the Vogelreich, not the Orcs to the West, not the nomadic Dwarves, or the humans, or even the closely related Mermaids.
>>32558170Another great quest as usual Schteel! Will we see any more VampirexWerewolf quest? Also, what year did VxW taking place in?
>>32558561Ahhh thanks fluffy.
>>32558588I was thinking on continuations or just write ups for the two. I'm still of the opinion that Vamp x Wolf would work better as write ups but if enough people want it back, I may consider it.As for when it takes place, I don't really have a specific year in mind. Think of it like Brave, a fantasy-land Ireland of sorts where Werewolves and Vampires and other beasts and mythical things run amok. It's definitely medieval, just not at a specific point.
>>32558575Thanks for everything German, I loved this universe, will we get any mention from Norman and Galena in this story?Also kind of LGA related I have a plan on making some money, but maybe we can help build initiative by having crews raising money to add parts or conversions for their tanks.
>>32558647>Definitely medievalI was asking because I remembered that Peanut Butter was patented in 1884
>>32558659Perhaps. They may even cameo given the time.
>>32558679Well, mostly medieval.It's also set somewhere around the time when Irish people started immigrating to the Americas en masse and started exporting Irish pastors.Man, I should really think before I say this stuff.
>>32558647Do a write-up. Do ten write-ups. It was fun but even during the run it seemed like it had run out of direction very quickly and despite your efforts the premise just did not leave much room for player agency.
>>32558684But Norman doesn't do adventures, only reason he would if it's for Galena or if its to reach the stars with her.
>>32558737Indeed. I'll probably do follow up write ups one of these days.>>32558788The High City of Imperial City might be a destination to visit in the future.
>>32558720Nah, it's cool. You clearly put way more thought into it than I could have.
>>32558837Oh really, we're going to meet some old friends then! I'm having a big old smile on my face right now German, thank you.Also Spirit''s gender is ambiguous on purpose right?
>>32558892I originally was thinking on a female or male MC set straight for the Quest. Either way, the MC would've been bisexual to allow for some interesting options for.Cloak's gender is indeed ambiguous on purpose because I realized that that probably would've been a stupid idea.
>>32558942Considering past experience I would agree with you. How long do you think this will be?Will His gender be ambigious though this whole quest?
>>32558999Not sure. Could be five threads like Magic Shop, could be upwards of twenty threads. Really depends on how I pace it and if I can keep ideas flowing for it.His gender may be ambiguous through the whole Quest. Depends on how one interprets the flashbacks.
>>32558999I hope it stays ambiguous and he stays incapable of satisfying.I love waifus but I'm having a lot of fun with the tone going on here.
>>32558942>>32558999I think it would be best if Cloak has no gender now. He seems like a man when he was alive. But now He's dead and gender does not matter any more to him. I see it that it keeps the waifu wars down and /u/-boats away.
>>32559075I agree, I do like the tone and it's kind of fun. It's like hanging with Clay again.>>32559046Keep it ambiguous for the sake of peace of mind and waifu wars to a minimal. Also on the LGA front what model is our 76mm gun?I've been trying to find differences between the M4A1 and the M4A3 and found some interesting things when I tried the main armament. http://ww2-weapons.com/Vehicles/Tanks/US/Sherman/M4-76mm.htmhttp://books.google.com/books?id=lQoWAAAAQBAJ&pg=PA11&lpg=PA11&dq=76mm+sherman+muzzle+break&source=bl&ots=oV7CGsO-vw&sig=hlZcFOmIYxb-eRAh2GTFpdaCQ_I&hl=en&sa=X&ei=LYuOU7PjEdC3sASl5oGIAg&ved=0CFAQ6AEwCQ#v=onepage&q=76mm%20sherman%20muzzle%20break&f=falseThere was one more but I cna't find it right now.
>>32559046Hey will you link to the archives of the last magic shop quest?
>>32559181cliff notes on the difference?
>>32559181The specific model is the 76mm M1, adapted to work with the T20/T23 turret. I personally don't see too great a difference for specific models to be portrayed (though the Hellcat does have the M1A2 IIRC.)
>>32559184http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?searchall=magic+shophere you go.
>>32559202Well from what I can gather the Early M4A1 76mm used the turret from the T23 series which would have been the tank to replace the Sherman. The 76mm also did not have a muzzle break which caused a cloud of dust while firing.The M4A3 had a engine with better horsepower which made it faster. (I learned this from the Way) The later models of the 76mm used turrets that was more comfy for the crew and easier for the gun. The Sherman's armor was angled at 47 degrees which helped with the protection. The M4A1 did not have that feature. Their might be a few other feature but I need to keep researching/German's Quest brought out a hidden tank nerd within me and wanted to research more about these tanks.
>>32559352Interesting.However the upgrading of the M4A1 is a low priority. 10k+ for a marginal upgrade when we can use the cash for better upgrades.
Anyway, I suppose that's enough for questions. I will be heading to sleep now.Good night, hope to see you all this weekend.
>>32559282http://the.shadock.free.fr/sherman_minutia/turret_types/76mm_turrets.htmlFound the turret models. Of course but it will help in terms of revealing positions, and the M1 series were seen as a bit unwieldy for the Sherman thus they replaced it with the M1C and installed a Muzzle break to break away the smoke it dischrages once fired (I hope im using the term correctly) >>32559393Perhaps. I'm hoping that with the last upgrades with the add ons we did to the Sherman discounts the Sherman quite a bit for the upgrade though as well as making some money during shoare leave.I propose to the teams to try to make some money as well which will only be used for their tanks only. Sell the cookie recipe Dad has to the girl scouts. Maybe promote the sewing clubs fashion since we might be a town name.
>>32559522>Sell the cookie recipe Dad has to the girl scouts.Yea, no. Lets not sell out our family secrets for dosh.
>>32559556Why not. if we patent it, we can get more fundingWe need to money to max out our tanks as much as possible
>>32559571For one, a cookie recipe isn't patentable. Regardless of how good it is, it isn't a novel recipe enough.Secondly, its not ours to give. It's dads.Thirdly, its a family recipe, a family secret. That sort of thing should not be sold.
>>32559628How is it not Patentable? We can ask dad.Was it a family secret, all we know is that dad made it and it was awesome. Well I'm open to any ideas to raising money.
>>32559659>How is it not Patentable?you could try googling that topic and see where that leads
>>32559718*Reads a couple of articles*I see you may have a point there but the recipe itself might a avenue worth exploring. If not as a patent but to help the girl scouts make better cookies thus selling more. Again, if you think this is not a good idea sorry, but I have been thinking a bit on this since we're on shore leave and could make come money if not sponsors.
>>32559856That male elf seems like an asshole but If I were in his position I will also laugh
>>32559881And be cuckolded?
>>32559915No, but I think its because how he laughs at the poor hobbits attempt at wooing the girl to be funny
>>32559783The old fashioned way.Car washes by bikini babes.
>>32560086In winter?Its november anon