Death to Magi!Your past life is mostly insignificant. You were a lowborn boy and one day a lowborn man, but you never amounted to anything more than that. You assumed the title of Antimage not because you desire fame and recognition, and not because you wish to hide from your dark past, but because you want the corrupted Magi to cower in your wake. You want them to prostrate before you in fear. You want them to cry for the Lord King's forgiveness. You want to catch their tears in your open palm, so that the same palm may be clenched to strike them in retribution. Their blood, sweat, and tears will be your own to store in phylacteries, that they may be offered to the Lord Above as proof of your loyalty. It will be their penance for their philanderings with the Lord's powers. Magic is not their right, and it is not their power to hold over honest men and women. The world has been ravaged by plague and treachery. Those who have not submitted to the prevailing blasphemy of the Lažna Prophesy now cower and pray for forgiveness in hopes that one day the Lord Above will bathe the lands in everlasting light, that His people may thrive and rebuild the societies conquered by the forces of greed, hedonism, and divine pretenses. Your country, Skrivenya Mestikralja, was once an innocent hierocracy where innocent, hard-working families thrived. They paid their dues to the Priestess in the form of victual and written confession, who then paid her thanks to our one and only Lord Above in turn. And He answered with inspiration for the singers and skalds of the lands, a fair harvest for the pettymen with fingers calloused from hard work and prayer, and His blood to fill the goblets of the noble Clergy, so that they may be drunk on His unlimited erudition.
>>1146896You escaped from the Oprichna -- a blanket term for the Clergy's personal agents, legislators, and torturers -- and found yourself in a desolate region known as Odmazda Krater, traversing a hallowed path adorned with gold and silver, engraved with the names of the many pilgrims who walked it centuries ago.The names have since faded, just as the Lord Above has all but faded out of relevancy. The people still blame Him for the lung rot that split His people in two, and now they seek to elevate a new hero. You were briefly a proponent of this awful heresy until the Lord came to you in a vision only minutes before your impending torture.You remember His words clearly.Remember, child:You are Mine first, and Mine only to raise.Your life of squalor will become one of prosperityOnly by serving your King.Remember, child:There are no kings within your world.I am King, and I rule from a plane that your mind, in all its jejune sensibilities, cannot comprehend.And as King, I declare you Mine to control.Understand, child:These lands will return to my far-reaching fingertips, and they will do so willingly.There are no kings in these lands, but there are pretenders all around.They are known as Magi -- as a heretic, you have met many in disguise.Yes, it is they who presume to threaten My authority.Understand, child:You know more than most.Prove to me that your world is worth saving.This will be the last audience you have with Me.Death to Magi.
>>1146902Only one good thing came of your dark past:>You were a holy warrior called upon to serve the hieromilitants for a brief time, at least until you were cajoled into using your martial knowledge to assist the Lažna Prophesy accomplish its unholy goals. (bonus to strife, starting boon: engraved warhammer from your military days)>You were a master orator who publicly spoke against the clinics for embezzling the people's hard-earned coppers with false cures. Regrettably, you were one day coaxed into supporting their perversions of the Lord's will. (bonus to presence, starting boon: stoic mask)>You were a mage. You have scourged yourself clean of all magic -- no need to fret!(bonus to thwart, starting boon: obtain either a siphon or ward antispell*)>You were a muck slave to the Hierophant Society. Your body may blame you for its many aches and pains, but your brain knows better. (bonus to mettle, starting boon: impressive physique)>You once played Smokes with the farm girls. They technically won every time, yet you were the only one profiting. (bonus to duplicity, starting boon: 200 coppers)>You were a pettyman who knew his place... except when you let your delusions of grandeur get the better of you. (bonus to action points, starting boon: three holy books; "division", "of folk", "of matters divine." studying them may prove useful in the future)*Antispells are similar to spells, but rather than usurping power from the Baromon as magic does, they are faith-based and simply request a momentary outward projection of His power. As such, antispells are not nearly as powerful as normal spells. Think of Witcher signs. Witchers aren't sorcerers, but they're not magically incompetent either. 
>>1146910>>You once played Smokes with the farm girls. They technically won every time, yet you were the only one profiting. (bonus to duplicity, starting boon: 200 coppers)
>>1146910>You were a pettyman who knew his place... except when you let your delusions of grandeur get the better of you. (bonus to action points, starting boon: three holy books; "division", "of folk", "of matters divine." studying them may prove useful in the future)
>>1146910>You were a holy warrior called upon to serve the hieromilitants for a brief time, at least until you were cajoled into using your martial knowledge to assist the Lažna Prophesy accomplish its unholy goals. (bonus to strife, starting boon: engraved warhammer from your military days)Holy warrior Best warrior.
>>1146910That's a lot of terms at the start. This'll be good. Anyway:>You were a pettyman who knew his place... except when you let your delusions of grandeur get the better of you. (bonus to action points, starting boon: three holy books; "division", "of folk", "of matters divine." studying them may prove useful in the future)
>>1146910>>1146927...Changing my vote to>You were a pettyman who knew his place... except when you let your delusions of grandeur get the better of you. (bonus to action points, starting boon: three holy books; "division", "of folk", "of matters divine." studying them may prove useful in the future)Lore is irresistible.
>>1146937I'm willing to answer any lore questions you may have. My first draft was actually a lot more convoluted than this one, so hopefully it's accessible.One or two more votes and I'll write the next bit.
>>1146944I'm a map kinda guy so if you have one prepared I would appreciate it. Course, I'll understand if you would rather keep it secret for now.And don't worry, it's not too bad. There's not too much jargon.
>>1146953I'm not great at maps but I've got one coming along. I'll work it in when I feel it's appropriate.Writing next update now. Peasant votes have it.
>>1146966Can we even read?
>>1146966It's all good. Just be sure to inform us of where things are in relation to each other. I look forward to seeing the result.
>>1146914>>1146918>>1146927>>1146937>>1146943>>1146974You know barely enough to read your holy books, just like the vast majority of the country. The one thing the heresies have in common with the established religion is that they all have an interest in affecting people's minds from an early age. That means that everyone is raised on holy books, even if they never read anything else in their lives. As a pettyman, you grew up primarily reading the book Of Folks.>You were a pettyman who knew his place.Even good people can fly too close to the sun. You were a blasphemer, yes, but your crimes were not so egregious that the Lord Above cast you aside like the other undesirables. Something about you is special... or perhaps you're just in the right place at the right time.You traverse a murky path, shielding your eyes from the oppressive Lung Smoke that chokes the life out of your traveling acquaintances. Along this path you have met a good hundred men, women, and children fleeing from the nearby town of Besnja. You assume that's where the Lung Smoke comes from.It has been a good two weeks since you evaded your rightful capture. Had you the endurance to survive your just punishment, you would have stayed. But the Lord's needs are greater than your own, and He compelled you northward.A bearded man approaches you from behind and taps on your shoulder."Excuse me," he says as you turn to face him, "are you heading to Javnazagrat?""Of course. That is where the path leads." you respond, eyeing him up and down. His features are rough and unkempt -- this man has fallen upon hard times."Indeed. Say, I remember you from somewhere.""I believe you are mistaken, brother. I have no acquaintances.""No, no. We were not friends, but I remember you. 'Dung Trodder,' is it?"Taken aback by the man's sudden insult, you clench your fist and step in front of him. He smiles."That's what they called you, remember? Back at the prison?">"Like I said, I have no acquaintances. Go away.">Change the subject; ask him how he escaped.>Threaten him with harm -- he knows too much.>Grab the man by the collar and force him off the path. Your past life must not intermingle with your current duties.>Write-in. "Lung Smoke" refers to the thick black fog that encompasses the country. The Clergy assert that its ties to the lung rot plague are unmistakeable.
>>1147032>Change the subject; ask him how he escaped.
>>1147032>>Change the subject; ask him how he escaped.
>>1146944What is smokes?
>>1147032>Change the subject; ask him how he escaped.And nobody wears a mask? We should wear a mask. Do the obvious joke.
>>1147050A game played by the lowborn, often for money. I'll describe it when we get around to it.>>1147038>>1147040>>1147044>>1147055Taking this option. I feel stupid for not knowing what this obvious joke is.
>>1147063It's terrible and avoid memes, please.
>>1147059I think that your idea is good, and therefore support it by voting the same as you.
>>1147067You're a pretty big guy.
>>1147075But I'm a small dude.;)
>>1147067But seriously it sounds like a bad idea to breath in a fog named Rot.
>>1147063And by "play for money" I mean for one or two coppers.>>1147080The fog is not acknowledged as a detriment to one's health. The Clergy has only officially recognized it as a sign of the Lord's anger, nothing more. Some choose to endure for the sake of enduring, as they believe that evading the Lord's punishments is an act of defiance. There are other reasons that I will not yet reveal.>>1147067Ooooh, I get it now.>>1147038>>1147040>>1147044>>1147055>>1147057You neither confirm nor deny your knowledge of the Oprichna prison. As much as you'd like to strike the man for his insolence, you coax yourself back to reality with a quick reminder that your reputation does not yet precede you; you are still a pettyman. You are not the same pettyman, but you are certainly one of them.Taking a deep sigh, you ask the man how he escaped his bonds."The same way you did, brother. I ran and never looked back." he replies."That is not an answer." you say, gritting your teeth."It is, and it's all you'll get from me."You wave off the man and continue walking. For a short time you travel unabated, but the little annoyance soon catches up with you again."My name is Sybil." the man blurts after a moment of welcome silence."I did not ask.""But you received.""What is your obsession with me?""Obsession? I have none. I simply wish to speak with you. I have no acquaintances, just like you.">"Forget acquaintances. You will have nothing if you continue to bother me.">"Fine, say your piece.">Ignore him and continue on to the town.>Write-in.
>>1147116>Fine, say your piece."
>>1147116>"Fine, say your piece"I really don't see what we would lose from gaining some information.
>>1147116>"Fine, say your piece."Eh, I guess we can listen. But still, beware of those with nothing obvious to lose...
>>1147116>"Fine, say your piece."Just walk out of view of other people who might be watching first.
>>1147116>>Ignore him and continue on to the town.
>>1147121>>1147124>>1147129>>1147152>>1147141"Fine, say your piece." you utter, your fleeting interest clearly reflected in your voice."I just happened to notice a few books sticking out of your rucksack, dung man."You shoot him a piercing glare. He just chortles and continues on."I want to know -- where does someone like you get books like those? I didn't know dirty heretics read Hierocrat literature."He's really done it now, accusing you of heresy. >Give into your base instincts and lash out at the man. Who cares if a few merchants watch? [+1 AP for ensuing battle due to element of surprise]>Throw the man off the path. He just made this personal.>Contain yourself. This will require restraint, and possibly a roll. >"Don't push me, fugitive. I'm not like you.">"I aim to redeem myself. These books were purchased honestly from a traveling merchant.">"The Lord gave them to me.">Write-in.
>>1147155>"The Lord gave them to me."
>>1147155>"The Lord gave them to me."Damn we're a really ornery motherfucker.Good.
>>1147155>"The Lord gave them to me.""By me buying them."
>>1147155>>Give into your base instincts and lash out at the man. Who cares if a few merchants watch? [+1 AP for ensuing battle due to element of surprise]This asshole's been asking for it since the moment he saw us. Who are we to deny him the ass-beating he clearly craves?
>>1147177>>1147155Can we say and do both the things? I wanna see what kind of punishment we can currently mete.
>>1147155>"The Lord gave them to me."What could go wrong? Everything.
>>1147181Absolutely. Action rolls may be combined with dialogue rolls as long as they don't conflict.Also, I forgot to mention that both attack options give a bonus to AP, which determines how many unique rolls will be counted in combat.We currently have 3 AP, with a permanent +1 bonus thanks to the chosen origin. That means I will choose the best of three rolls, or the best out of four if you use the element of surprise to your advantage.Next update coming soon.
>>1147204Quick question then, but what system are we using, and what is our DEX?
>>1147204>Next update coming soon.The last QM who said this to me died of an ass cancer heart attack while falling down the stairs headfirst onto their laptop hard drive and its backup before deleting their twitter after telling me they stopped having fun whilst they samefagged their quest as anon.oh god the memories>>1147217Also this.
>>1147218Was this Sanguine Quest? Guess I miss that one.
>>1147116>"Fine, say your piece."
>>1147217>>1147218We're using a simple roll-based system based on bonuses. Here are your "stats":Strife (Strength): AveragePresence (Charisma): AverageThwart (Piety/Willpower): AverageMettle (Endurance): AverageDuplicity (Roguish Skills/Dexterity): AverageAP (Reflexes/Luck): 3 (+1 bonus)I prefer to work modifiers into the text rather than do D&D math behind the scenes. Basically, you have the skills of an everyman, but you've got better reflexes than most.>>1147218Don't worry, I mean it!
>>1147238So, basically, if we're gonna fight we should definitely try to be the one who starts the fight.Got it boss.
>>1147238The only reason I ask is because of how low an AC of 4 is in most systems.
>>1147165>>1147168>>1147171>>1147177>>1147178>>1147182>>1147230>>1147244I know the numbers seem low, but they only indicate how many rolls you have.Clutching the side of your tunic in bridled fury, you spit, "The Lord gave them to me.""We were all there for the same reason, brother. If the Lord loves you so dearly, why'd he let you fall to..." Sybil stops speaking, noticing the sheer wrath displayed in your face."The level of... scum like me." he says, watching his words. He's a coward, just like the rest of them."I never fell. The man you saw died in that prison."The fugitive just nods and falls back into the crowd, trailing behind a woman with a black ribbon tied around her neck -- the mark of a widow.>Watch the man; ensure that he does not accost the widow... or do something far worse. Widows are under the Lord's protection.>There are more pressing matters; besides, you've put enough fear into the man that he surely knows not to cross you. The Lord compels you to travel to Javnazagrat.
>>1147279>Watch the man; ensure that he does not accost the widow... or do something far worse. Widows are under the Lord's protection.
>>1147279>Watch the man; ensure that he does not accost the widow... or do something far worse. Widows are under the Lord's protection.Were we ever married, AQOP?
>>1147279>Watch the man; ensure that he does not accost the widow... or do something far worse. Widows are under the Lord's protection.Clearly the Lord has designed this as some sort of test. We must remember our mission but we cannot ignore the plight of the people!
>>1147289>>1147300>>1147313>>1147298You may have been married. I am leaving your past intentionally vague so that it can be established through dialogue.--You slow your walk to accompany a half-naked muck slave leading his master's black mare down the path. He pays little mind to your presence.Down a rocky hillside slope, you witness the undesirable's trickery in action! He appears to bump into the woman upon stubbing a sandaled foot against a loose stone, but he does not evade your watchful gaze.Extending a disproportionately small hand from his pocket as he "trips," Sybil expertly grasps the woman's coin purse and pockets it. Without a word, he shoves the woman down, madly sprinting off westward into the fog.>Chase him!>Inform the widow of what has taken place.>Look for a nearby guard or soldier. They will surely take care of this problem.>Look for a nearby guard or soldier to assist you in chasing the scum.>It is not your station to judge the actions of petty fools. What if someone is killed by a mage in your absence? Keep walking toward the city -- you're not far from it.>Write-in. Don't forget, you're a fugitive. The soldiers may not all be privy to your offenses, but the Oprichna certainly are.
>>1147352>Look for a nearby guard or soldier to assist you in chasing the scum.Yell that he is a thief.
>>1147352>>Inform the widow of what has taken place.
>>1147352>Chase him!>>1147371I'm really not sure if alerting a guard is the best idea.>>1147375He pushed her down, she probably already knows that he's a fucker who she wants stopped.
>>1147352>Chase him!Now we have an excuse to beat him
>>1147352>Chase him!Like the guards are going to care about this. The Lord demands justice!
>>1147371>>1147375>>1147382>>1147384>>1147385Throwing caution to the wind, you leap over the woman lying prone, and quickly descend into the shallow trench below. Your boots are quickly muddied by the pursuit, as your trek leads you through several tiers of drenched farmland. Eventually resting your legs at a row of overgrown winter wheat, you survey the fog for the man's silhouette. He can't have gotten far.>Give me some 1d100 rolls!
Rolled 8 (1d100)>>1147417
Rolled 25 (1d100)>>1147417
Rolled 27 (1d100)>>1147417All magic shall perish!
Rolled 9 (1d100)>>1147417>>1147419>>1147422OH FUCK HE'S GETTING AWAY
>>1147419>>1147422>>1147425>>1147427My 27 was the highestI think he's getting way lads
Rolled 100 (1d100)>>1147417Well... I had to go eat but maybe my roll can make up for it?
>>1147447WHY DIDN'T YOU ROLL SOONER
>>1147447PRAISE HE THE LORD ABOVEIF ONLY IT COUNTEDAT LEAST THIS CHEESE SANDWHICH TASTES GOOD
>>1147419>>1147422>>1147425>>1147427>>1147447Sorry, man. This was a best-of-three roll. 27 Your search yields no immediate results, although you witness a brief glint of light by a fir tree which towers above everything in its vicinity. Seeing no other indication of the strange fugitive's movement, you rush toward the tree.At its base you see a gruesome sight. An old woman, recently deceased, with her face vertically cleft by a crude implement, greets you with hollow eyes. Her fresh blood serves as further proof of the fiend's wicked deeds... or perhaps the deeds of someone even more dastardly.Nevertheless, you are not one to leave an honest woman to die without dignity. You recite a short prayer -- one that refers to the utility of a loyal midwife -- and attempt to discern an appropriate course of action.>Pray for assistance. [bonus to thwart; possible divine assistance]>Look for tracks left by the villain's sandals.>Check the woman's corpse for anything of value. Your need is greater than hers, and her spirit will surely understand why this is a necessary course of action.>"Face me, you coward!">This man is a petty thief; he doesn't have the trappings of a cold-blooded killer. This was surely done by someone else -- steel yourself! [bonus to mettle; possible encounter]>Write-in.
>>1147483>Pray for assistance. [bonus to thwart; possible divine assistance]
>>1147483>>This man is a petty thief; he doesn't have the trappings of a cold-blooded killer. This was surely done by someone else -- steel yourself! [bonus to mettle; possible encounter]
>>1147483>This was surely done by someone else -- steel yourself! [bonus to mettle; possible encounter]Probably a filthy mage!
>>1147483>This man is a petty thief; he doesn't have the trappings of a cold-blooded killer. This was surely done by someone else -- steel yourself! [bonus to mettle; possible encounter]
>>1147490>>1147491>>1147496>>1147499>>1147501>>11475041d100 to determine what happens while you prepare.
Rolled 86 (1d100)>>1147522Now, THIS time should also be good.
>>1147525A promising start!
Rolled 35 (1d100)>>1147522I'm preparing as hard as I can!
Rolled 98 (1d100)>>1147522
>>1147525>>1147533>>1147536Much better than last time. 98! Your heart races and your teeth chatter, but your legs do not falter. In one instantaneous motion, a bizarre figure laden with ceremonial armor appears from the fog and attempts to smack you with the hilt of his broadsword.However, your preparation has served you well! You swiftly spring back a couple of steps, fists at the ready, as a strangely relaxing wave of bravery takes over your movements. There is no doubt about it: the Lord Above favors you in your moment of need, and has granted you the strength to prevail against the force of magic that now contests you. He may be a good foot taller than you, but he is surely not a man who can match your wit and composure.A spark of otherworldly energy appears in his left hand, gleaming as it did a moment ago when you gazed through the fog. This is surely the murderer, and if he has killed your other foe, you may as well thank him when you're done slaughtering him.>1d100 accompanied with an action. Keep these things in mind: He's much taller than you,has some control over magic,has no qualms against killing another human being,and has a sword. You have only the clothes on your back, strong faith, and a great deal of machismo.
Rolled 90 (1d100)>>1147591I think we should try to prioritize disarming him of his sword. That would immediately eliminate one of his tools.
>>1147591I knew it! It was a digusting mage! PURGE FILTH!Look around for a weapon. Failing that, pray to the lord above for strength to smite the hated enemy with our bare fists and manliness.
Rolled 92 (1d100)>>1147591Can we Pally his ass with a smite?
Rolled 95 (1d100)>>1147602
>>1147600>>1147603>>1147607Truly we are chosen by the good lord to be his smiting hand of justice.
>>1147600>>1147603>>1147607I knew those faith builds were sketchy as fuck, but damn the returns are big on it!
>>1147600>>1147603>>1147607jesus where are these good rolls coming fromWriting now.
>>1147600Second and>>1147607>>1147603Hot damn. We ARE the chosen one.
But why the fuck is this guy right here, right now? That's what I wanna know.Stealing souls on the side of a well traveled road, or what?
>>1147600You vigilantly monitor the gargantuan figure's moves, sidestepping every blow he throws your way. With a disgruntled huff, the bull of a man releases a bolt of charged magic from his hand. You duck the blast in a nick of time, charging for his sword...>>1147602>>1147607You wrest it from his monstrous palms after a brief struggle, casting it to the ground in a decisive motion! Rushing for the blade, you briefly bend forward and close your palms around its hilt. Not a moment later, the horned figure makes another attempt at your life with a clumsy punch.>>1147603Raising the blade with the same ease that you would raise your hoe, you drive it forward into the mage's thigh! He grunts and pushes himself into you, knocking you to the ground.You maintain a firm grip on the blade, using it to parry an extended claw from the mage's gauntlet, and striking it in such a way that his middle finger flies off in an arc to reveal the lack of organic material underneath -- this is not your man, this is something else entirely!>+10 to your next roll for your well-timed maneuvers. Give me some more rolls and actions -- take into account what has already occurred in this fight and use your knowledge to your advantage!https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PY-BvPriIBo
Rolled 10 (1d100)>>1147718Just a puppet, then. Curses.Does it have that glowing white mask like in the picture? Perhaps that's the item the enchantment is centered around. I say try to shatter the mask -- or whatever seems to be the focus of the spell -- with the sword.
>>1147729Yep, the picture is an accurate representation of your foe.
Rolled 71 (1d100)>>1147718First, try to get off the ground, maybe stabbing out at him to prevent him from stopping us from getting up. After that, maybe attempt to lop his head off or something?
Rolled 98 (1d100)>>1147718Well, stand up. Then keep circle strafing to his injured side and make slicing hacks at his hands and arms. Disable any potential for more magical blasts.
Rolled 52 + 10 (1d100 + 10)>>1147718I say that we continue to strike at that claw. It seems to be the focal point of his magic and we've already been hacking away at it.
>>1147736Huh, we're pretty lucky with these rolls so far.
>>1147729Your eyes dart from the figure's breastplate to its horns as you attempt to determine the source of his unholy energy. Unfortunately, you are unable to tell -- this is all happening too fast for you to stop and think!>>1147734Thinking has proven a failing tactic, at least in this fight. You instead opt to plant your feet once more on the ground, and you do so with results. The mage does not tire from his onslaught, but if there is a face under that mask, it is surely drawn in bewilderment at your masterful moves. Truthfully, you're just as surprised as he is. You've never had this kind of power before.>>1147736You swing upwards when the giant lumbers your way and lop off an outstretched claw in the process. The tables turn in this moment, and you can feel it. He recoils and cries out in pain, assuring you that this creature is capable of feeling.The mage raises his remaining hand -- his right hand -- and manipulates the very fabric of reality. A flash of blue light evolves before your eyes into a portal the shape of a tear. Its edges lap outward like a snake's tongue, and an otherworldly hum fills your ears. The inside of this portal is utterly featureless. It is a void through which the surrounding world's color is drained, never to return.The mage, clutching his glorified stump of an arm, approaches the portal and...>You jump onto his back, doing whatever you can to pull him away from the portal. He will not get away that easily.>You grab a nearby rock and throw it into the portal as an experiment.>You charge for the mage, thrusting your sword into his other claw. Perhaps severing his connection to the portal will destroy it.>You don't risk it. You will keep the portal in mind for study later on -- surely you won't carry out the Lord's will if you are sucked into another dimension. For all you know, this could be a trap.>You do something else. (write-in)Once this situation is resolved, I'll be done for the night.>>1147737
>>1147858...and by situation I mean the encounter itself, not just this part of it. Still, it won't be much longer now.
>>1147858>>You jump onto his back, doing whatever you can to pull him away from the portal. He will not get away that easily.No you don't.
>>1147858>You jump onto his back, doing whatever you can to pull him away from the portal. He will not get away that easily.>>1147858I actually need to turn in right about so... g'night! Good session, thanks for running.Don't get us killed anons.
Rolled 59 (1d100)>>1147858>You jump onto his back, doing whatever you can to pull him away from the portal. He will not get away that easily.
Rolled 76 (1d100)>>1147858>You jump onto his back, doing whatever you can to pull him away from the portal. He will not get away that easily.Sorry, are we rolling?
>>1147865>>1147891>>1147898This'll be the last update for the night, folks.Also goodnight to that one guy.
>>1147900Nope, not necessary. This choice is based entirely on your judgment.Writing now!
>>1147865>>1147891>>1147898>>1147900Just as the villain makes his first step through the portal, you spring onto his back and dig your hands into his pauldrons, smashing your index finger against one of his horns in the process. Exhaustion hits you as you pull with all your might. You anger the mage greatly, but you are absolutely incapable of exerting the strength needed to floor him, or even annoy him enough to engage you once more. Where at the beginning of the fight you triumphed as a holy warrior, you now falter as the pettyman you truly are.The mage bats you off his back, then slowly turns to face you."Next time, be polite." he demands in a familiar voice, his order tinged with a morbid sense of humor. You hear a muffled chortle from under his mask.You squint your eyes -- this is the fugitive before, in some strange alternative form. No wonder he escaped so easily.>"Why did you kill her, you blithering devil?">Lower your new sword, but do not lower your guard. "Wait. Just tell me why you're here. Why... have have this fascination with me?">"Earlier, you judged me a heretic. Since when was it the domain of Magi to determine a person's devotion?">Try something new -- raise a hand at the man and recite a prayer.+> Recite a prayer from Of Folk in honor of the dead woman -- one about serving your family to the bitter end.+> Recite a prayer from Of Matters Divine in honor of the Lord Above -- one about the dangers of corrupting reality to serve one's selfish ends.+> Recite a prayer from Division in honor of law and order -- one about the death penalty.>No words, only kill.>Write-in.And that's all for tonight, folks! I really hope you enjoyed. I've been building up this world's lore for a while now, and I sincerely hope it strikes your fancy. Please leave any feedback you think I should consider.Goodnight. As a general rule, expect sessions around 6-7 PM CST during weekends, unless stated otherwise.
>>1147978> Recite a prayer from Of Folk in honor of the dead woman -- one about serving your family to the bitter end.Hey, thanks for running. It was pretty fun. We'll show everyone the true might of the peasantry in time!
>>1147978>"Why did you kill her, you blithering devil?"Recite a prayer from Of Folk in honor of the dead woman -- one about serving your family to the bitter end
I had a feeling we should've swung at his other arm.
>>1147978> Recite a prayer from Division in honor of law and order -- one about the death penalty.Only justice and death for mages! DEUS VULT!>>1148030Agreed, oh well, we still did pretty good for someone with no powers or weapons.
>>1147978>Recite a prayer from Of Matters Divine in honor of the Lord Above -- one about the dangers of corrupting reality to serve one's selfish ends
Tomorrow's session may actually start closer to 5 PM CST, we'll just have to see how my schedule works out.
>>1146953So, I've made a few maps for the upcoming city in Cityographer and some other online generation tool, but they've all turned out poorly. Do you have any suggestions? I'm thinking I might just draw something simple in Paint.
>>1148932I've only ever heard of using hexographer for map creation but I'm not sure how well that would work for a city.
>>1148932MSpaint. Photoshop brushes/tools for details.So long as it's good enough to give a general sense of where thing's at, that's good.
>>1147996>>1148013>>1148154>>1148159>>1148953>>1148978Will be running in an hour or so. Prayer is locked in, but which one will we do?>Prayer about serving family.>Prayer about the dangers of corrupting the Lord's creation.>Prayer about the death penalty.
>>1149315>Prayer about the dangers of corrupting the Lord's creation.If a prayer could have any effect right now, I'm sure this is the one that would. Mainly because portals sound surely corrupting of the world.
>>1149315>>Prayer about the dangers of corrupting the Lord's creation.
>>1149315>>Prayer about the death penalty.Death to mages!
>>1149315>Prayer about the dangers of corrupting the Lord's creation.
>>1149315>Prayer about the death penalty.
>>1149337>>1149359>>1149359>>1149360>>1149426>>1149471Once again, you feel an inexplicable urge to act in a certain way. This time, you point your finger at the imposing man -- who simply looks at you with his head cocked to the side -- and shout a prayer his way."And beware those who would deem themselves worthy of My domain!" you begin."What is this? Why--""For they are nothing more than petty beasts, whose desires contribute less than a slave's pittance to the World. And the World, in all its life, is a living being."The mage chuckles in amusement and crosses his arms, but you continue on."And they are the leeches that feast on its back."With that, you feel a sudden rush of adrenaline enter your body. Your head cocks away from the mage, and instead toward the portal he created. You feel overcome with a wealth of knowledge that would be forbidden to any other man. It beckons you toward the humming monstrosity ahead. This device -- this instrument of evil -- was not made by the mage, as you know that leeches are incapable of producing. No, they only consume. You gain a temporary buff: Adrenaline Rush The mage sighs and turns back to his portal."Shame. I thought you'd put up more of a fight than that. Instead, you've decided to bore me with inane ramblings."What do you do now?>Attempt to manipulate your prayer into something greater, and direct it toward the coward who stands before you. [gain antispell: Smother Magic]>Use your newfound energy to your advantage. Rush the man and go for his legs; see if you can throw him to the ground. [gain permanent ability: Adrenaline Rush]>Open Of Matters Divine and point it toward the portal. [gain antispell: Deny Access]>Try something else. [gain appropriate buff/antispell]Antispells are extremely effective, but they may lead you down a dangerous path.Abilities are not as useful as antispells and can only be used once a day, but they will not corrupt you. Really, though, everything may be used in moderation. The Lord wouldn't plant these ideas in your head if he didn't think you were capable of using them.
>>1149550>Open Of Matters Divine and point it toward the portal.
>>1149550Oh yeah, and accompany your post with a 1d100 roll.
Rolled 84 (1d100)>>1149581
Rolled 52 (1d100)>>1149550>Attempt to manipulate your prayer into something greater, and direct it toward the coward who stands before you. [gain antispell: Smother Magic]
Rolled 91 (1d100)>>1149550>Attempt to manipulate your prayer into something greater, and direct it toward the coward who stands before you. [gain antispell: Smother Magic]
>>1146896is this guy like a villain in a game you are running
>>1149648Thanks for the shitpost.>>1149644Which guy?>>1149581>>1149584>>1149616>>1149643Writing with "attempt to manipulate[...]" as chosen option.
>>1149581>>1149584>>1149616>>1149643>>1149666Ooh, 666! Appropriate.-->>1149666Rather than projecting your adrenaline outward, you decide to channel it inward. With fervor, you continue your vitriolic tirade against the mage, and with unprecedented accuracy, you unleash a snakelike beam of light from your wrist that wraps around the man at his waist and crawls under his mask. In a sudden panic, he drops to the ground and rolls about in the mud. A few strained gasps later, he chucks his mask into the nearby fir tree.Before you now stands an ordinary lowborn man with a scraggly beard and a bleeding stump of an arm. What you once perceived to be a skilled warrior and spellcaster has turned out to be nothing more than a conjurer of mere illusions.The portal gradually fades away, and soon disappears with a satisfying sizzle.Sybil, now pale and wide-eyed, stares in shock at his missing hand. He says nothing.>Ignore the mage. Try to see where the mask went; you should study it.>You recall a passage from Of Folks: "When a blasphemer falls, you must place a boot upon his chest. Pretenders will stop at nothing to conquer the World." ... so put a boot on his chest and interrogate him.>No more games, no more illusions. Approach the man and slit his throat.>Gloat and taunt the man while he's down.>Leave him be. He won't survive this injury and he's clearly too incompetent to save himself using magic.>Incapacitate the man and hoist him over your shoulder. You'll bring him to a guard for what he's done.>Demand that the man bury the woman he murdered.>Write-in.
>>1149721>>You recall a passage from Of Folks: "When a blasphemer falls, you must place a boot upon his chest. Pretenders will stop at nothing to conquer the World." ... so put a boot on his chest and interrogate him.
>>1149721>You recall a passage from Of Folks: "When a blasphemer falls, you must place a boot upon his chest. Pretenders will stop at nothing to conquer the World." ... so put a boot on his chest and interrogate him.Can't think of anything specific to ask, unfortunately...Let's start with just why he's here.
>>1149721>You recall a passage from Of Folks: "When a blasphemer falls, you must place a boot upon his chest. Pretenders will stop at nothing to conquer the World." ... so put a boot on his chest and interrogate him."Where did you learn magic? Who taught you!"
>>1149721>You recall a passage from Of Folks: "When a blasphemer falls, you must place a boot upon his chest. Pretenders will stop at nothing to conquer the World." ... so put a boot on his chest and interrogate him.
>>1149721>Incapacitate the man and hoist him over your shoulder. You'll bring him to a guard for what he's done.Go get the mask as well, I've seen enough Jojo to know where this is going.
>>1149746>>1149800>>1149840>>1149854You are, first and foremost, an extension of the Lord Above. Although you are unsure for a moment as to how you should proceed, you look inside for answers and remember that your books have all the guidance you could ever need. You approach the villain and stomp down hard on his lower abdomen as he exhales, thus knocking the wind right out of him. You let up for just a moment so that he may answer you when you speak."Why are you here?" you demand in a voice tinged with venom and hatred."I... was just interested in seeing how you'd respond." he admits, weakly."Where did you learn the dark arts?""I..." he starts, closing his mouth soon after."You.""I can't fucking tell you. Let me leave.">"Your name is one typically given to women, 'Sybil.' Is it fake?">"Oh, but I insist." Stomp on his crotch.>"Fine, rot here." Slash his calcaneal tendons and walk away. If he begs for you to come back, stop and wait for him to answer your question.>Knock him out cold and prop him up against the tree. Let nature decide his fate.>Take him back to the path to Javnazagrat and let human nature decide his fate.>Find the pettyman who owns this farm. The woman was slain on his property and may be related to him, thus it should be his right to deliver punishment however he sees fit.>Try using your antispell on him again. You still have much to learn from this strange man.>Kill him and loot him for valuables and/or vittles. You are quite hungry, after all.>Write-in.
By the way, feel free to combine actions if you feel it's possible and necessary to do so.
>>1149920>Find the pettyman who owns this farm. The woman was slain on his property and may be related to him, thus it should be his right to deliver punishment however he sees fit.Get the Mask! I am not about to let a flipping Jojo story develop.
>>1149920>Find the pettyman who owns this farm. The woman was slain on his property and may be related to him, thus it should be his right to deliver punishment however he sees fit.>Take his mask>>1149930Good point, I'd rather avoid another scenario like this.
>>1149920>Kill him because he is a murderer, and his powers might easily enable him to escape justice
>>1149920>Find the pettyman who owns this farm. The woman was slain on his property and may be related to him, thus it should be his right to deliver punishment however he sees fit.>Try using your antispell on him again. You still have much to learn from this strange man.This quest is cool OP, keep it up.
>>1149930Also, +1 to getting the mask.But remember that he is highly dangerous, and we lack evidence of his guilt beyond our own testimony.
>>1149930>>1149950>>1149966>>1149972Locking in finding the farmer and taking the mask. Which would you like to do first? The order in which you perform these tasks may be important. >>1149972Thanks, man.
>>1149666the MC. It looks like he would make a great endgame villain for high end party.btw, I wish this was taking place in zero no tsukaima. those mages need to be taken down a peg
>>1149996Knock the guy out with a quick blow to the head/sever the Achilles, run for the Mask.
>>1149996Take the mask first. It might risk letting him get away but I don't want to see what happens if that thing is out in the wild.
>>1149996Deal with the mask first. If we can destroy it, then that will likely save us a headache later.
>>1150003The MC's appearance hasn't really been established yet so I'll just assume you're referring to the horned figure.>>1150006>>1150010>>1150011This will be the order of events:You knock the man out, climb the tree and retrieve the mask, and get to the farmer.First, I'll need some rolls! 1d100, please.
Rolled 84 (1d100)>>1150025May our Lord bless this roll!
Rolled 66 (1d100)>>1150025
Rolled 49 (1d100)>>1150025DEUS VULT
>>1150032 84 Noticing that mask remains dangling from a branch above, you pummel the downed man with your fist until he's knocked out cold. Then, you approach the tree and begin to climb.You come close to losing your foothold as you ascend the massive plant, but in the end you triumph over its trials and reach a sturdy, ancient branch from which the mask sways in the wind. You cautiously extend a leg outward and nudge it off.Success! The mask drops onto the soft mud below with minimal damage. You slide down the tree and catch a splinter or two, then stumble off to quickly regain your footing and deposit the mask into your rucksack.It feels oddly ceremonial, like something you would wear to a clergyman's coronation. You know better than to wear it, at least until you can learn exactly what it does.You make your way to the barnhouse in the distance as the Lung Smoke clears. The skies are cloudy and dark as always, but the tiredness that now sets in your bones tells you that dusk is fast approaching -- and nobody sensible stays outside after dusk.You find an elderly pettyman -- sitting on a stump with a pipe in his mouth -- quietly petting a kitten and staring at the sky. He doesn't seem to notice you until the moment you tap his shoulder."Wah -- who?" he yells, startled by your presence. He swats his hand around aimlessly as though you are a troublesome hornet."I am lowborn, just like you. Follow me." you say in a comforting voice.Trembling, the man slowly rises to his feet and touches your shoulder for guidance. He seems to be losing his vision. Surely he and his wife were not the only ones who tended such a large chunk of land.It takes him a moment to digest the sight you lead him to. At first, he appears to be simply confused, but after a minute of powing toward his late wife you seem to strike a chord within his brain. He collapses to his knees and begins to weep."Who did this," he whimpers, "and... why would anyone kill her?"You open your mouth to speak, but the man cuts you off before you can."We were meant to die together. Not like..." he doesn't finish his sentence, and instead crawls beside the deceased woman to clutch her around the waist. He continues sobbing until you gesture to the unconscious man."I have her murderer here. He has not only offended you, but the very forces that stabilize our world as well.""I just don't understand.""Neither do I.""Just.. let the Oprichna take him. I want to know that he'll suffer for this. He deserves nothing less than a feast of burning coals.">Take the mage away from the old man and dispose of him yourself. You don't want to risk being seen by the Oprichna.>Carry the mage over your shoulder toward the nearby city. You'll find a way to hand him over to the Oprichna there.>Ask the old man something. (write-in)>Deny the old man's request; insist that he personally exact retribution.>Leave for the path. You've seen enough chaos for one night.
>>1150137>Deny the old man's request; insist that he personally exact retribution.If he refuses do it personally in front of him.
>>1150137>Take the mage away from the old man and dispose of him yourself. You don't want to risk being seen by the Oprichna.Let's not ruin this poor sod's life anymore.
>>1150137>Take the mage away from the old man and dispose of him yourself. You don't want to risk being seen by the Oprichna.The old man's been through enough tonight, and we can't be sure that the mage will receive justice without risking our necks in testimony. This is pretty much the best choice given the circumstances.
>>1150195>>1150202>>1150229Alright, we'll dispose of him ourselves.Quick question:How do you want to dispose of him? By burying him, butchering him, or simply leaving him in the wild to be devoured by creatures of the night? (more on that in the next post)
>>1150246Let the wild judge him. He doesn't deserve an easy death.
>>1150246Just take him out into the wilderness and cut his throat, or his whole head if we want to be thorough.>>1150267Remember, they aren't dead unless you see them die. The last thing we want is him magicking his way out of the situation and coming back for vengeance.
>>1150286Does he actually have any power left after we tore that mask off him though? I seriously doubt he could survive the night given his current condition.
>>1150297I don't know if he does or not, and gambling that it was the source of his power instead of an aid is not a risk I'm willing to take.
>>1150246Just cut his throat.
>>1150305I know you have a fair point but my karmic justice. Oh well.Yeah, just cut his throat. Let's be done with this.
>>1150267>>1150286>>1150297>>1150305>>1150311>>1150316Nice, I like seeing people discuss the choices. Writing now.
>>1150320You say nothing and heave the man over your shoulder with a heavy grunt. The old man just looks down in disbelief and slumps down next to his dead lover.You carry the man northward for a good half-hour until you find a secluded place -- away from the salt and vinegar wards of the farmland and path -- to dispose of his soon-to-be-corpse. Although you consider for a moment the possibility of leaving him alive to be torn apart by the horrific monstrosities that lurk about Odmazda Krater at night, you decide not to potentially gamble with people's safety. You drop him into a budding bush, lean over his unconscious body, and slice his throat.All of a sudden, you collapse facefirst into the ground. You lose a temporary buff: Adrenaline Rush You feel small and human again. The battle trance is over; the danger is gone. You had almost completely lost control over your body in that time, as though you were briefly reborn for the sole purpose of meting out justice.You have not lost your fervor or strength, but you have lost nearly all feeling in your legs. That much you know for sure.You have also taken a human life this day, a feat which you have never before accomplished in your life. Strangely, you have taken this life with the same willingness that you would take a rabbit's life.You are weak in body, yes, but stronger than any other in spirit. And the Lord has seen it fit that your spirit evolve for His purposes.You have ascended in power.>Upgrade an ability:Strife (Strength): AveragePresence (Charisma): AverageThwart (Piety/Willpower): AverageMettle (Endurance): AverageDuplicity (Roguish Skills/Dexterity): Averageor>Learn more about an antispell you have gained, or divine one that you have never even heard of and learn how to obtain it.or>Choose a perk. (will display perk list if you choose this) Creatures of the night are a reality in Odmazda Krater. They do not appear in most parts of the country, but an ungodly force (probably ancient mages) has cursed the Krater with centuries of terror. These beasts come in many forms, although the most common forms are as corrupted eyeless humanoids known as glazok, lycanthropes, vampires, and human-sized vultures.
>>1150417Presence (Charisma): AverageWe're going to need allies in our quest to rid the world of magi.
>>1150417I'm kind of torn between strength, charisma, piety, endurance, or a perk.Right now, I think we need to develop in a more mortal sense; we aren't yet anything special outside our antimagic, which is a shitty place to be for someone who's both on a grand quest and is probably marked for death by the authorities.I'll go with a perk I guess, mostly to see what we have to work with there.
>>1150417>Upgrade Presence (Charisma)
>>1150417>Choose a perk. (will display perk list if you choose this)Why do you guys always go for charisma
>>1150447>>1150458>>1150485>>1150530>>1150534I'll give this decision 5-10 more minutes because it's fairly important. You can discuss it or wait for another vote if you want.
>>1150458Magic use is the status quo, nobody's gonna share our fervor for mage extermination. We need to git gud first.
>>1150549The Oprichna and Clergy more than likely favor mage extermination in theory, considering the holy books allude to it. They're probably more focused on the wildly successful heresies, though.You're right, though. You will have a hard time finding allies either way, especially since you've already earned yourself fugitive status.Writing now!
>>1150417>Thwart (Piety/Willpower): Average
>>1150534Because we need to make sure people don't kill us when we talk to them.
>>1150616It seems more important to actually be able to defend ourselves since killing mages inevitably involves violence
>>1150616While I'm fine with the first one going to presence, we will need to be able to fight at some point soon.As it stands, our only real option when faced with a hostile non-magical guard is "run the fuck away". Boosting charisma will help avoid that situation, but just keep in mind that we would be roundly screwed if we somehow got outed at this point, so investing in some sort of combat skill is a major priority for the short term.
>>1150665>>1150664I agree, we will focus on combat next time. So what do you think would be the best attribute then?
>>1150447>>1150458>>1150485>>1150530>>1150608>>1150534You find yourself lacking in the oratory department. So far you have been a man of actions, not words. That will not change, but you are not so foolish that you completely disregard the usefulness of a well-crafted argument. Besides, you won't find many allies in this world with your current temperament unless you happen to find someone as driven as you are. Not likely! The people of Skrivenya Mestikralja are a depressed lot.As soon as the sound of infernal howling strikes your ears, you stir from your cat-nap and stand upright. Still exhausted from the events that transpired at the farm, you deliriously saunter back onto the now-vacated path, free to walk at leisurely pace with more concern for potential banditry than creatures of the night. Thank the Lord these paths are protected by wards, you think. No unholy beast in its right mind would dare approach salt, vinegar, or garlic. You recall that the Clergy issues hefty fines against farms that are devoid of wards.The imposing Javnazagrat stands tall ahead of you now. A contingent of guards with crossbows drowsily meander about the top of the town's wall. A sentry with an inviting face waves at you."You won't have that weapon much longer." he warns earnestly, pointing to the sword on your belt. Although phrased as a threat, this warning comes off as more of a sympathetic gesture. Perhaps these are local regulations.Or maybe these guards are just common thieves.(if you can't tell by my writing I'm getting super tired so I'm gonna call it here for tonight)Here's the town theme:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IXfgpw1KNpcI'll see you folks tomorrow (probably)! Sorry for cutting it off short here but I'm having some trouble keeping my eyes open. Reply to this post if you have any questions and I'll answer them ASAP tomorrow.And to the anti-Presence people: don't worry, you'll see whether or not it's a useful skill soon enough.
>>1150676Are we going to come up with a name for ourselves? Then again, it might be best for us to use an alias if we're a wanted fugitive.
>>1150688You can come up with a new name for your character, although it's not going to be his actual name. I'm saving that juicy bit of information for later.
>>1150672Probably Dexterity. Traps, dodging, disabling and a fair amount of finesse and thrown weapons depend on it.>>1150688>>1150702I say we call ourselves Emmeth Rivers.
>>1150676Thanks for running!I'm sure charisma will pay ample dividends, it's just usually best to have something to back it up with when words aren't an option.
>>1150702You and your secrets. Alright, next session then.>>1150744I can respect dexterity but I worry about what happens if that fails us. I'm more inclined towards Endurance.
>>1150702Hey op, good job on the quest!Are you going to be doing another session tomorrow? if so, what time?
>>1150922Last post for the night here. I really need to get to sleep.I'll be doing another session tomorrow and maaaaybe on Sunday. Sessions will usually start anywhere from 5-7 PM on Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays (and sometimes Thursdays) but my quest scheduling is super erratic so I'd take all of this with a grain of salt.Glad you're enjoying it!
>>1150932just kidding this quest was fucking shit
>>1150935Ah, I think I know who this is.Anyway, thank you for the criticism. I hope you find something else on /qst/ that better suits your interests.
>>1150942Yeah, I was in your last quest thread.This one wasnt very good. we have two other ones just like this. Next time could you do one that isn't slutty/a wizard?
>>1150949I think you're looking for Evil Sorceress Quest. The MC in this quest is neither of those things.Anyway, goodnight.
>>1150959I enjoyed this, thank you for running!
>>1151181>>1150922Last post for the night here. I really need to get to sleep.I'll be doing another session tomorrow and maaaaybe on Sunday. Sessions will usually start anywhere from 5-7 PM on Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays (and sometimes Thursdays) but my quest scheduling is super erratic so I'd take all of this with a grain of salt.Glad you're enjoying it!
>>1151263Eastern Standered Time?
Don't worry about last night's shitposter, he turned out to be a friend of mine who does this kind of thing regularly.>>1151286Nope, it's CST.
>>1151546>worry about shitpostersdoyouknowwhereweare.jpgAlso, hurray for weekend sessions.
>>1151546There was a shitposter?
>>1151546Time for.. BURN MAGES BURN
May be running a little bit later tonight, stay tuned. Still, it should at least be before 8 PM CST.
>>1151583>>1151668>>1151714>>1152798All right, writing now.
Actually, on second thought I don't think I'll be questing tonight. Tomorrow is likely, but I'm not really feeling it at the moment. My sleep schedule has been abysmal lately, so I think focusing on getting some responsibilities out of the way and sleeping earlier would be a good move. Sorry to anyone I may be disappointing right now.Expect more pretty soon! I certainly have no intentions to can this quest any time in the near future but I may need to work on developing a consistent schedule. Weekends are still likely but I may focus on only running Fridays, Sundays, and maybe Thursdays. Let me know what you think.
>>1153108S'cool. Better to run when you're in the mood than not, it's no biggie. That schedule will work just fine for me at least.
>>1153108Might I suggest a twitter when this thread falls off, that way people can follow it to know when you'll run or for schedule changes.
OP I got a lore/setting question.How much power does the clergy have in regards to peoples' daily lives?It was mentioned there were fines for not having wards, which means there's a heavily judicial element to their institution in relation to evil magic things, but just how much does a pettyman see of it?Are there any other quite known judicial/authority forces?
>>1156104Clergymen are nobles. There are no kings beyond the Lord Above, although the Priestess is the closest thing to a king in Skrivenya Mestikralja, as the Priestess is chosen to speak directly to the Lord.The Clergy control legislation and judiciary matters through the Oprichna. The Oprichna are judges, legislators, executioners, and when needed, even an inquisition (which is what they currently are, considering the volatile political and religious climate)The way that the Clergy makes contact with pettymen will be explored pretty soon, but the general idea is that they pay tribute each Sunday (or Kongregat as they call it). Think tax brackets for determining how much tribute a person pays in goods and coppers; a wealthy business owner will have more seized on Kongregat than your average pettyman.Hieromilitants are soldier conscripts, veterans are career soldiers, town guards are just guards, and the Oprichna are in direct contact with the Clergy while other soldier types are managed by generals and commanders.Wards are required by law because cities and farms would be decimated by monsters without them.>>1153161>>1153684>>1156104Running soon! And I mean it this time, I feel much less burnt out than I did last night.
>>1153684I have a Twitter. I'll be linking it once this thread starts falling off. (desu I'm just super lazy, I'll also be making the Pastebin at that time)>>1156104Woops, forgot to answer the magic question. Pettymen see very little enforcement against magic laws; the Clergy are almost 100% focused on the cults that are fucking up the country at the moment.
>>1150676"Why is that?" you ask, cocking your eyebrow."It's an honest warning, brother. We don't allow them anymore.""Stripping citizens of their right to defend themselves is a security precaution now?""It is here. Listen, I won't give you any trouble if you just hand it over. I'll even climb down there to take it personally," he insists, "you really don't want to deal with the other guards. At least I've got some moral fiber in my body.">Unsheathe your blade as a threat.>"I refuse to make a target of myself. Do you not see that my blade is bloodied? These lands are not safe.">"I understand, you seem like an honest man." Wait for him to climb down, then hand him your broadsword.>Something else. (write-in)
>>1157232>"I refuse to make a target of myself. Do you not see that my blade is bloodied? These lands are not safe."
>>1157232>"I refuse to make a target of myself. Do you not see that my blade is bloodied? These lands are not safe."Surely it is a death sentence for one to travel without a weapon nowadays.
>>1157256>>1157269I'll lock in this choice if we don't get another reply in the next five minutes.
>>1157256>>1157269>>1157336I'll need a 1d100 +5 lickety-split.
Rolled 77 (1d100)>>1157340
Rolled 65 (1d100)>>1157340
Rolled 47 + 5 (1d100 + 5)>>1157340
>>1157343>>1157377>>1157425 82 "I refuse to make a target of myself. Do you not see that my blade is bloodied? These lands are not safe." you steadfastly assert, standing with strong footing and speaking with resolute intention.He sighs deeply and waves you on through the open gate with a "don't say I didn't warn you" look on his face.Behind, you hear him say one last phrase:"At least I tried."As you step through the gate, you are instantly greeted with the mingling putrid smells of the eastern entrance of the city. You are flanked on all sides by night patrolmen changing their shift, and ahead you see a wide street leading to what you can only assume is the town center, judging by its many elaborate structures that stretch several stories into the sky, doubtlessly built by thousands of muck slaves throughout the years. Although there is nothing particularly remarkable about this town at first glance, you do take into account the unsubtle division of rich and poor via another wall that lies mere meters ahead.To your left and right are well-trod yet unpaved roads with no end in sight, which seem to stretch out haphazardly into countless abandoned houses and -- presumably -- areas where criminal activity is all too prevalent.You were sent here for a reason, although you aren't quite sure what that reason is. All that you know for sure is that this a town of great sin, and it is one of only five cities in Skrivenya Mestikralja that hasn't yet been overrun by heresy. Perhaps you should start by learning of local troubles, or by finding a way to legitimize your weapon ownership.You feel utterly lost here. This place is nothing like the honest hamlet you grew up in. You quickly note that poor cityfolk resort to crime when they are desperate, while poor pettymen resort to even harder work than usual.What a despicable place. Never before have you witnessed an area that introduced itself with its worst qualities.>Find a tavern. You must learn something about the goings-on in this town; the Lord did not send you here to see the "sights," after all.>Find a bum on the streets. Perhaps they can tell you something about this town's troubles.>Find a quiet place to observe. You may just find the next stepping stone in your journey.>Wander aimlessly and attempt to make yourself look like an easy target. This will help you gauge the severity of criminal activity in the city, which may grant some insight into the level of corruption. Could the guards be right; is banning weapons actually beneficial to Javnazgrat's safety?>Find a place to sleep for the night. You probably don't have enough coppers to pay for a room at an inn anyway.>Something else. (write-in)
>>1157485>>Find a bum on the streets. Perhaps they can tell you something about this town's troubles.Be kind. The downtrodden and the needy are to be treated with kindness.
>>1157485>>Find a quiet place to observe. You may just find the next stepping stone in your journey.
>>1157485>Find a bum on the streets. Perhaps they can tell you something about this town's troubles.The destitute hear and see many things, and are often willing to share if the price is right.
>>1157485>Find a quiet place to observe. You may just find the next stepping stone in your journey.
>>1157495>>1157511>>1157530>>1157550>>1157558You travel eastward to a location with slightly more activity. It is still reasonably quiet, considering that the night has already begun, but you see a few scantily-clad women go in and out of a large stone building next to the wall. You peg them as prostitutes, though you could be wrong -- maybe your simple upbringing has given you the wrong idea about immodest women. They may just be more common in urban centers like this one.Besides the occasional drunken commoner stumbling out of the same building the women enter, you see very little of interest... at least until an unusually small man (you believe he may be cursed with dwarfism) in a bloodied apron is seen entering the back room of an adjacent tavern, leaving only a moment later with an unlabeled vial full of an indistinguishable brown liquid. Unless he's a butcher making off-the-books deals for rare imported spices, there's something strange going on here.>Let the tiny man go about his day. It's rude to accost people on the job -- after all, he's probably moments away from falling asleep. Your presence may startle him, especially with the weapon on your belt.>Approach the tiny man and bluntly ask him what's in the vial. If he doesn't answer, knee him in the crotch and take it.>Quietly tail the tiny man; see where he goes with the vial.>Ignore him and let your religious biases take over. Whorehouses are not explicitly prohibited in the holy books, but the extramarital activity that occurs within is unacceptable.>Neither of these things are of any interest to you. They give you no insight regarding local mage activity. Just sit and wait for something else to happen. (accompany with a roll to randomly generate an event)>Write-in.
>>1157615>>Quietly tail the tiny man; see where he goes with the vial.
>>1157615>Quietly tail the tiny man; see where he goes with the vial.We don't really have anything to go on but a hunch; let's just see if anything illicit is happening.
>>1157624>>1157644Writing with this option selected.
>>1157624>>1157644>>1157711You quietly follow the man at a safe distance. Rather than make yourself more conspicuous by throwing yourself behind nooks and crannies as you go, you opt to walk casually a fair length away, turning to face nearby objects with mock interest any time he looks back. While your sneaking abilities are subpar, the man's glances appear to be directed more toward the occasional drowsy town guard than they are to you.Eventually, he takes a back alley entrance into an unassuming wooden shack from which a sign depicting a pig carcass hangs. Illicit activity or not, he at least checks out as a butcher... although you can't help but wonder why he walks around in public with a bloody apron on his person. Even at night, the act strikes you as unprofessional, and you find it doubly strange that he would work so late at night.After the apparent butcher enters his workplace, you peek inside.Several rows of unbutchered pig carcasses line the floor, alongside a few objects covered by black drapes that you can't quite discern. There are at least four men and two women rushing about inside the butchery doing Lord-knows-what. Once the tiny man presents his vial to the others, a much younger woman -- perhaps a teenager, judging by her small frame and youthful features -- jumps up and down with glee. Upon closer examination, you see that the woman has a ghastly complexion and an abundance of scabs on her neck. She appears to be sick with some disease or another.A worker looks toward the window, and you immediately drop to the cobblestone floor below upon noticing his gaze.Behind, you see a dozen or so guards pass by the alleyway while holding torches. One of them looks familiar, like he may be the sentry who spoke to you at the town gate. They talk about there being a wanted man somewhere in the vicinity.>Approach the guards and direct them toward the butchery, warning that it is a potential front for criminals. Your hunches are very rarely unfounded.>Knock on the front door. Their business hours aren't posted anywhere and they appear to be active. Surely they wouldn't turn away a potential customer.>Find a homeless person to investigate in your stead. One of the butchers may have seen you.>Bust open the back door with your sword drawn.>Write-in.
>>1157824>Try and find out what's happening through any crack or opening you can find.
>>1157824>Knock on the front door. Their business hours aren't posted anywhere and they appear to be active. Surely they wouldn't turn away a potential customer.
>>1157824>Knock on the front door. Their business hours aren't posted anywhere and they appear to be active. Surely they wouldn't turn away a potential customer.Just a regular customer...
>>1157824>sick with some disease or otherSo it's probably drugs, though whether they're to feed an addiction or treat her disease is still up in the air.>Knock on the front door. Their business hours aren't posted anywhere and they appear to be active. Surely they wouldn't turn away a potential customer.Worst case, they invite us in and try to kill us without calling the attention of the guards.
>>1157836>>1157860>>1157863>>1157870You scurry away from the back entrance and move to the front door instead. Thankfully, the man who turned his gaze to the window does not investigate the alleyway. He may have not seen you.Approaching the front door, you quickly notice that it is intricately locked, judging by the sheer amount of mechanisms on this side. You assume that there is an equally intricate lock system on the other side as well.You rap on the door and wait for several minutes before someone finally deigns to look through the keyhole. Likely unimpressed, the person at the door quickly retracts and yells at you to leave.>"What kind of business is this? I have a right to purchase from you just like anyone else.">Attempt to bluff: "I am an agent with the Oprichna. I would suggest opening this door if you know what's good for you.">Attempt to bluff: "I know where to get more. I won't speak out here, though. Let me in.">Attempt to bluff: "Calling the guards it is, then. I'll be seeing you shortly.">Run off to find the guard patrol. Their man may be in the butchery.>Slam on the door. Escalate in intensity every second they try to avoid you.>Strike the door with your sword until they open it. If they don't, start smashing windows.>Something else. (write-in)
>>1157937>>"What kind of business is this? I have a right to purchase from you just like anyone else."
>>1157937>"What kind of business is this? I have a right to purchase from you just like anyone else."
>>1157937>"What kind of business is this? I have a right to purchase from you just like anyone else."and if that doesn't work>Attempt to bluff: "Calling the guards it is, then. I'll be seeing you shortly."
>>1157947>>1157949>>1157957>>1157959>>1157975Deciding that attracting undue attention would only harm you in the long run, you opt to ask a sincere question instead."What kind of business is this? I have a right to purchase from you like anyone else.""We're not int'rested in your business, bruth'. Go get drunk like every'un else does, or just go fuck yourself. We 'ave a right ta' run our shop howsever we want.">Give me a 1d100 if you want to continue asking for entry.>If not, select another option above or write-in.
>>1157997>Well, looks like I'm telling the guards about that little brown vial.Rattle their nerves.
Rolled 20 (1d100)>>1157997bring it on
>>1158014I'll agree this would work, though he's probably going to try to kill us now.Honestly though, what exactly are we hoping to accomplish by doing this? Unless we're going to kill them for misdeeds or blackmail them for information?
Rolled 2 (1d100)>>1157997
>>1158062>Honestly though, what exactly are we hoping to accomplish by doing this?That's what I am wondering. Are we some vigilante now or something? Are we hoping this will lead us to mages?
Rolled 68 (1d100)>>1158014This.
>>1158079It'll reveal the misdeeds of the underclass. And where there is filth, there is sure to be magi.
>>1158090>there is sure to be magiI'm sure that mundane crime thrives just fine even without magic though.Hell, I'm not even completely sure it isn't just a smuggled medicine for that girl or something. It's a lead to follow up on for possible mage influence, but I don't think we have any ill will toward anyone in the butcher shop.
>>1158090The vial probably is just medicine though. And we're probably just being a dick.I think we should inspect the mask a little closer.>>1158129Maybe we should go back to where he got it from?
>>1158014>>1158018>>1158022>>1158062>>1158065>>1158079>>1158085>>1158090>>1158129>>1158137Cracking a sly smile, you hatch a new plan that incorporates the "business owners'" apparent disregard, or fear, of authority."Well, looks like I'm telling the guards about that little brown vial." you say, making a show of loudly walking away. Before you hit the streets, you hear the same surly voice calling out to you in desperation."Wait!" he shouts. You head back to the door to see the same man's eye, although this time it appears to be raised in concern."What's 'at about a... uh, vial?" asks the oaf.You reply with a simple "let me in and you'll find out." He does.You enter the building to be hit with an incredibly unpleasant stench. If every butchery in Javnazagrat is as foul-smelling as this one, it's no wonder you can't stand the place.Once inside, you see the same young woman being led down a stairwell at the far-right corner of the building by the small man you followed here. Most of the floor is lined with tarps, a suitable number of butchered pigs, and an unsettling number of intact pigs piled on top of each other. Flanking these piles are a middle-aged woman, a near-toothless bearded man with his lips drawn in a snarl who stands at at least six-foot-five, and an unremarkable working man who turns away from you and idly twirls his meat hook while staring dumbly at a carcass."Did you follow our man?" asks the tall man, sweating nervously."Perhaps. How goes the daily grind, brother?""Extraord'narily well. I... er, wouldn't tell the guards about tha' seasoning ya' saw.""Why not?""It's... from a nearby lan' with trade embargoes. Plus, our man's a pygmali an' the guards dun' like them folks much.">Angrily glare at the man. "Don't lie to me.">"Ah, that would explain his height, or lack thereof. I don't like pygmali either... always sneaking about with vials. Say, might I try some of this seasoning? It must be divine if it's worth avoiding the law for.">"Mind if I lift one of these tarps? Seems like a great way to hide... things.">"I have no ill will toward any of you. I'd just like for you to explain yourselves. I come from a simpler place, where honesty and transparency are qualities all good men strive for.">"Why'd the girl run off? I'd like to speak to her.">Lift a tarp without permission and peer underneath.>Place your hand on the hilt of your blade; see how they react.>Stick your sword in a carcass threateningly.
>>1158151Or, of course, write-in.
>>1158151>>"I have no ill will toward any of you. I'd just like for you to explain yourselves. I come from a simpler place, where honesty and transparency are qualities all good men strive for.">>"Why'd the girl run off? I'd like to speak to her."
>>1158151>"I have no ill will toward any of you. I'd just like for you to explain yourselves. I come from a simpler place, where honesty and transparency are qualities all good men strive for.">"Why'd the girl run off? I'd like to speak to her.">Place your hand on the hilt of your blade; see how they react.
>>1158151>"I have no ill will toward any of you. I'd just like for you to explain yourselves. I come from a simpler place, where honesty and transparency are qualities all good men strive for."He's obviously lying, but unless it's a magical substance or they're abusing the girl I'm not certain we really care too much about their habits. Offer a chance to come clean.And let's not do anything involving the blade without a very good reason.
>>1158151>"I have no ill will toward any of you. I'd just like for you to explain yourselves. I come from a simpler place, where honesty and transparency are qualities all good men strive for."
>>1158169>>1158186>>1158206>>1158215"I bear no ill will toward any of you. I'd just like for you to explain yourselves. I come from a simpler place, where honesty and transparency are qualities all good men strive for." you claim.Your ethos does not go unnoticed. The bearded man opens his mouth to speak, but quickly closes it and grumbles. He seems to be thoughtfully considering your words."I understan', yeah. You're a fief boy or somethin', and you think everyone oughta' live the way you did growing up. However, we city folks aren't quite the same. Here, people are allowed to have secrets." he replies.You nod, but your pursed lips indicate some dissatisfaction with the man's response. You change the subject."Why'd the girl run off? I'd like to speak with her.""She didn't run off. She was jus' helping with the..."The middle-aged woman chimes in. "The slaughtering! Girl's still squeamish, ya' see.""I do. Might I visit her?""No. You might make 'er nervous." says the woman, her eyes darting all around as though she is looking for exits that do not exist.>Press the matter; insist that they let you downstairs. You didn't chase the pygmali man down the streets for nothing.>Press the matter, and politely ask for a sampling of the "seasoning.">That's it. Draw your blade and demand an audience with the girl!>Lift the tarp. You're wasting your time talking to these habitual liars.>These people do not act like career criminals, so try to make them feel guilty; open a holy book (choose between Division, Of Folk, and Of Matters Divine) and recite a quote that pertains to this situation.>Something else. (write-in)Regardless of your choice, accompany with a 1d100 roll. Pygmali are much smaller humans. The holy books justify hatred toward pygmali, as they were apparently cursed by the Lord for rejecting the beginnings of religious law, instead opting to remain in their nomadic tribes.
>>1158327>These people do not act like career criminals, so try to make them feel guilty; open a holy book, Of Folk, and recite a quote that pertains to this situation.
Rolled 51 (1d100)>>1158327>>These people do not act like career criminals, so try to make them feel guilty; open a holy book (choose between Division, Of Folk, and Of Matters Divine) and recite a quote that pertains to this situation.
Rolled 95 (1d100)>>1158327>These people do not act like career criminals, so try to make them feel guilty; open a holy book (choose between Division, Of Folk, and Of Matters Divine) and recite a quote that pertains to this situation.
Rolled 95 (1d100)>>1158327>These people do not act like career criminals, so try to make them feel guilty; open a holy book (choose between Division, Of Folk, and Of Matters Divine) and recite a quote that pertains to this situation.>Book of FolkThese aren't hardcases, they're just people who are scared to have their dirty laundry aired out.
Rolled 63 (1d100)>>1158352
Rolled 13 (1d100)>>1158327>These people do not act like career criminals, so try to make them feel guilty; open a holy book (choose between Division, Of Folk, and Of Matters Divine) and recite a quote that pertains to this situation.Of Folk. Mention that we simply want to understand.
>>1158327Folk Book 'em.
>>1158415>when we find other holy allies
>>1158352>>1158353>>1158356>>1158357>>1158362>>1158364>>1158365>>1158368>>1158384>>1158388>>1158428 95! Although you find it difficult to contain your annoyance, you force a smile and dig into your rucksack to find a relevant quote for this situation. Everyone in the room regards you with uncertainty as you produce your favorite holy book, Of Folk.Flipping the book to a random page, you find a suitable passage for this very situation:"When your neighbor opens a door, it is your responsibility to hold that door open. Do not slam it in his face, as you may find that a man scorned is a man without reason. And a man without reason is a man without restraint; a man who will dedicate his life to destroying that door."The butchers regard you with stunned silence. Now sweating profusely, the bearded man gulps and points at the stairs."Oh... ah, okay. I'm sorry for offendin' the Lord, all right? Just..." he doesn't finish his sentence, and just continues directing you to the staircase.You continue downstairs to see a damp, dimly-lit cellar packed with rotten carcasses all over. Then you see the pygmali sitting next to the young woman from earlier, who now appears to be writhing in pain. The vial lies empty next to the woman."Why'd they let you down here?!" the pygmali screams, reaching over the writhing teenager to grab the empty vial. He instantly chucks it at you, but you are fortunately well enough prepared to dodge it. It shatters against the staircase.You furrow your brow, unamused.Farther into the darkness of the cellar, perhaps behind an unseen door, you hear pained squealing.>"What's that infernal racket off in the distance?">"I'd work on my aim if I were you.">"I'm not the one who killed her, you buffoon. What happened?">"They saw the light. I'll make sure you see it too if you don't calm down.">"I'm not in the mood. Just tell me what's going on here, you stunted monstrosity.">Ignore the man's attack and kneel next to the dying girl. Ask what's wrong with her.>Two can play at that game. Run up to the little fuck and kick him.
>>1158453>"I'm not the one who killed her, you buffoon. What happened?""And what's that infernal racket off in the distance?">Kneel next to the dying girl. Ask what's wrong with her.
>>1158453>>"I'd work on my aim if I were you.">Ignore the man's attack and kneel next to the dying girl. Ask what's wrong with her.
>>1158453>Ignore the man's attack and kneel next to the dying girl. Ask what's wrong with her.
>>1158453>"I'm not the one who killed her, you buffoon. What happened?"Then ask if you can approach.
>>1158462>>1158464>>1158479>>1158489You shout, "I'm not the one who killed her, you buffoon!"This seems to sufficiently intimidate the pygmali, and he stands down."Fine," he growls, turning his mournful gaze instead to the woman, who is now vomiting blood, "I'll tell you whatever you want to know. I've got nothing to lose, anyhow."You approach the woman. In her last moment, she just looks up to you with a desperate expression and hacks up her lung until she has no breath left to spare."What happened? What was wrong with her?"The pygmali just clutches the woman tightly and sobs."I can't believe it. It worked on the pigs. Why... why not her?" he shouts."What worked on the pigs?""The... serum. It only worked on the pigs. I thought it would at least save Nataly.""What serum? Answer my question."Suddenly, the man rises to his feet and stomps right up to you. He stands only an inch over your waistline, but he attempts to stare you down all the same."What gives you the authority to question me, huh? Why the fuck should I answer your questions when my only friend just died?" he spits in contempt.>"I'm on your side, fool. Stand down and explain what just happened so that I can help you.">Strike the man across his face and regard him sternly. "Let's try this again. What was in the serum?">"Go ahead, you hideous creature. Strike at me and get it out of your system.">Roll your eyes and point at the end of the room obscured in darkness. "Take me there.">Ignore the pygmali; draw your sword and approach the door at the very end of the cellar.
>>1158558>>Strike the man across his face and regard him sternly. "Let's try this again. What was in the serum?"I am chosen by the Lord. Tell me. Now.
>>1158558>"Go ahead, you hideous creature. Strike at me and get it out of your system.">"I'm on your side, fool. Stand down and explain what just happened so that I can help you."Yeah, sounds like it might have been medicine after all. Or was intended to be, anyways.
>>1158558OH YEAH and you can always do write-ins, don't worry.
>>1158558>>"I'm on your side, fool. Stand down and explain what just happened so that I can help you."
>>1158558>"Go ahead, strike at me and get it out of your system. I'm on your side your side fool. Stand down and explain what happened so that I can help you."Once he hits us motion to the other end of the room and draw our blade.
>>1158569>>1158574>>1158580>>1158596"I'm on your side, fool. Stand down and explain what just happened so that I can help you." you say, stone-faced."I didn't need your help before and I don't need it now," he hisses, "and if you wanted to help me, the least you could do is let me mourn in peace."Noticing that the little man is clenching both of his fists in fury, you decide to give him his opportunity, if only to expedite the investigating process."Go ahead. Strike at me and get it out of your system." you insist.The pygmali lands a pitiful punch to your chest the moment you permit him to. You are, if nothing else, impressed that he actually did it. Fortunately, the punch only briefly stings, and fades away mere moments after it's delivered."Damn you. Just... go there. Find what you came for. Hopefully you'll save the city, hero." he says grimly, with a hint of mockery.You proceed toward the door. The squealing gets louder with each step as you near it, and once you reach it the horrible sound culminates into a chorus of pained animals on their last legs.You open the door slowly, gazing inside to see a glorified jail cell containing two man-pig hybrids beating their head against the already bloodied walls. At their feet lie several human body parts. They appear to be the subject of rigorous experimentation.One sniffs the air, and quickly whips around to meet you."Sna-ah-ah..." whines the abomination, cocking its head slightly before bearing its massive teeth.You hear the pygmali scampering up the stairs behind you.>1d100 and a reflexive action!
Rolled 35 (1d100)>>1158645
Rolled 11 (1d100)>>1158645Slam the door shut and press our body against it!
Rolled 1 (1d100)>>1158645Basic two-handed sword stance. On the balls of our feet, secure grip that doesn't have our hands tense and locked, point of the blade out and angled up towards the throat and head.http://www.pammachon.gr/old/silver_files/Image11.jpg
Rolled 1 (1d100)>>1158645
>>1158660>>1158656Obviously the Lord is not pleased with our work.
>>1158660>>1158656Well, we had a good run.
>>1158656>>1158660Nice. (I won't count both nat 1s, don't worry. That would lead to your gruesome death or something equally horrible.)Writing now.
>>1158670That's right, the second one was fourth! I am the one that screwed up.
>>1158656>>1158660>>1158667>>1158668>>1158669In a panic, you drop your sword on the ground shortly after unsheathing it. You scramble to grab it, when only a moment later... 1!! A pig abomination kicks you hard in the gut as you reach down for your sword. His slightly smaller friend unleashes an ungodly roar and grasps the sword in his jaws, splitting it apart in mere seconds!You cry out in pain and drag yourself forward, soon after being struck once more in the back of the head by a cleft hoof.You are dizzy and bloodied. The pigs continue beating on you for several minutes until you're thrown onto your back, staring your imminent doom in the face.>Scream for help.>Drag yourself backward.>Produce a holy book, quickly! Just read something and hope the Lord is merciful this time. (choose one)>Scrounge for a weapon. There *has* to be a meat hook or something. Your life depends on it!>Write-in.Choose wisely!
>>1158687>Mutter a Litany Against Pain and Fear>Scrounge for a weapon. There *has* to be a meat hook or something. Your life depends on it!
Woops. Forgot to mention that I want a roll for this one too.
Rolled 26 (1d100)>>1158698
Rolled 15 (1d100)>>1158687>>Produce a holy book, quickly! Just read something and hope the Lord is merciful this time. (choose one)Grab the thickest one we got and bonk em on the noggin.
>>1158687>Scrounge for a weapon. There *has* to be a meat hook or something. Your life depends on it!>Fear is the mind killer. Fear is the Little death that brings total oblivion. I will not fear. I will let it pass over and through me. And when I turn to see its path, there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
Rolled 67 (1d100)>>1158705>>1158687
>>1158709Thank fuck.Writing now.
>>1158693>>1158701>>1158703>>1158705>>1158709 67 Though physically weak, you do your best to regain your composure in the form of a brief prayer. You do not cry for the Lord's forgiveness, nor do you stop and beg these unholy beasts to trust in His judgment. Instead, you stabilize your breathing and weakly mutter a series of short inspirational verses about overcoming weakness. All the while, you drag yourself back and search for a suitable weapon.At long last, you spot an intact (although slightly rusted) meat hook sticking out of a pile of flesh! With a small amount of stamina, you crawl over to the hook and wrest it from the pile.An abomination quickly approaches behind, while the other rushes up the stairs to end some poor sod's life. You wonder how long they've just been sitting in their cramped room behind an unlocked door, and pray that their stupidity will be their downfall.You have just enough strength to stand, but not for long. You are starting to see in double vision.There is fear in your heart and pain all throughout your body, but you've managed to hold it back through sheer force of will.You can't hold on much longer.>1d100 -10 and an action. Next post or the post after will be my last for the night
Rolled 5 + 10 (1d100 + 10)>>1158731
>>1158731>>1158754Wait, shit, wrong modifier.
>>1158754I'll allow someone to roll better than this. I'm not that sadistic.
Rolled 25 - 10 (1d100 - 10)>>1158731Uppercut with the meat hook into the throat of the creature.
Rolled 19 (1d100)>>1158763i dont know what to do but have my dice
>>1158765>>1158767HOLY FUCK ANONS
>>1158754>>1158765>>1158767 15 You swing upward for the pig beast's throat as soon as it reaches you, but you catch it in the shoulder instead!Mildly annoyed, the abomination struggles to remove the hook as you drive it in as deeply as you can with your meager strength. You struggle to return to your feet and maintain your footing, attempting to drive the meat hook in as far as it can go.With an exasperated squeal, the pig man hurls you into his former cell with great force. Your head slams against the wall, and not a moment later you're passed out.The abominations are merciful this night! They quickly lose interest in flinging you about.Don't worry, hero. You'll be safe.The city might not be so lucky. That's all for tonight 'cause I'm tired as fuck. Leave feedback and questions if you want!
>>1158795Holy fuck that was a ride.Can't wait for the next one.
Twitter, Pastebin, etc. will all be coming soon. May be today or tomorrow.
>>1159558It really is just bad news.
>>1159157Do you also run fantasy crusader quest?
>>1161426Nope. I've never run a historical quest.
Rolled 92 (1d100)just showing you guys how to roll
Rolled 5 (1d100)>>1161647I'll raise you eight.
>>1161685Or just fucking never mind.
Rolled 58 (1d100)Another dice test..
All right fellas, here's the score.I decided I'll put up a brand new Twitter tomorrow, and I'll finally make that character ability/inventory Pastebin. Sorry for the wait.Also, this thread is starting to fall off so the next update will probably take place on an entirely new thread.
>>1162205>starting to fall off>Only page 5You still have like 4 days at least.
>>1162258If there's new thread and don't see it can someone make a mention here
Aaaand here you are. I decided to just use my old Twitter.https://twitter.com/Scoundrel_OPI'll introduce the Pastebin in the next thread, which should come on either Thursday or Friday!
>>1165928Hey OP!What's the most recent Rp you've posted? How can I respond?
>>1146896>>1158797>>1159558>>1159797>>1161426>>1161647>>1161769>>1162294ANTIMAGE QUEST II NOW LIVE.
Link to new thread:>>1171348