You are Purps.Amnesiac Starborn, blessed of Minerva, The Purple Firefly, Saviour of Grinnsmon, an unaligned party in the civil war taking place on this continent and apparently unable to die due to the machinations of what you suspect is a Demon.You currently travel with your two friends; Honamurei - A guardswoman who befriended you and saved your life in Grinnsmon. She lost her eye defending her town from a psychotic Rebel. And Luc - Son of one of the most powerful Loyalists in The Republic, his father went insane and tried to kill you in a feral overprotective state. He's kind of like a little brother to you.You work for Doctor Lexington - perhaps the oldest living Starborn and a fount of knowledge. Like you though, there are chunks of his life he cannot recall and he seems to be trying to stay away from the ongoing conflicts. Together you are all heading to The Academy. A neutral ground where anyone and everyone is welcomed and trained in the arcane, scholarly or martial arts. So try not to die again?
You inhale.Appreciating the view for a moment, the slightly stormy sky, streaks of yellow clouds from your own power and the black stormclouds of the dragon's, all framing a backdorp of cerulean beauty. The ancient beast flying before you is a magnificent marvel of nature that has rightly found it's way to many a bard's song and theatre's plays. Zen has truly led you to a wondorous world.You exhale.And take off at maximum speed, letting your two saws form and trail behind you as you try to reach you maximum speed. You accelerate until you are a white gold blur with two silver streaming trails behind you, the Dragon having anticipated you to go high for it's skull is, flinches in surprise as you soar towards it's chest.It gives a flap of it's antenae wings and that is all that saves it, your saws snag on the joints connecting the legs to the chest instead of tearing through the already weakened sternum. But the result is two paralell fountains of yellow blood spraying down onto the bridge and water below. Steam guysers following seconds later like carrion to a slaughter; you continue racing forward and downward aiming to reuinite with your friends who have the wagon ready to go.You never knew that a dragon could scream, but the screeching roar is at such a pitch and volume that you can't help but feel guilt at the wounding you have inflicted. Looking over your shoulder you see the dragon lose it's balance and fall forward, eventually landing backfirst into the water with a splash that would eclipse the belltower of Grinnsmon for height and width.You inhale.Right as you land on the stones of the bridge you send cracks flying into the already weakened bridge, your momentum actually causing a support to buckl;e beneath the immaculately engineered bridge. Honamurei runs to you.You exhale.Divine Zen, Lantern, Base Zen. You lose it all as your body simpoly cannot maintain the energy output. Your vision begins to blur and darken as your hair returns to it's short length. Before your friend reaches you, you hunch over, hands onto your knees and vomit profusely. Painting the bridge a tapestry of bile and blood as the G forces of flying as well as your wounds take their toll out of your insides.> [DETERMINATION] Stay standing DC10> [LUST] Dramatically Swoon into Hona's arms> [PRIDE] Thumbs up, fall backwards, keep giving thumbs up> Write-In
Rolled 15 (1d20)>>987180> [DETERMINATION] Stay standing DC10Your victory over a dragon fills you with DETERMINATION
Sure seems like I picked an active time to start.Shit.
Rolled 5 (1d20)>>987180> [DETERMINATION] Stay standing DC10
>>987284>>987182Your legs threaten to collapse beneath you, but as your insides call you every one of the extensive curse words you've picked up on your travels with Lexington you stubbornly keep your footing. Despite the protestations of your body you manage not to sink any lower than your hunched posture as Hona pats your back gently. "There there Purps, ve von!" She says, changing to a rubbing motion as you hack up some of your own sternum in your next pile of bloody vomit."I don't think I like flying." You moan weakly.Luc storms over in his teenage form, "I've had enough of this!" He starts, "Two of you, in the wagon! You're going to talk this out like civilized adults while I get you both to a healer!" He demands with hands on his hips as you throw your arm over Honamurei's shoulder to be led back home.It occurs to you both you're being lectured in the middle of a dragonstruck battlefield, by a ten year old in the form of a teenager. You look aroundat the devestation you've causedas he pulls on both of your jackets in a desire for haste.> [CONTENTMENT] You catch Hona's eyes and break into laghter> [SHAME] You apologise profusely for being so reckless> [PRIDE] But we kicked it's ass> Write-In
>>987343> [CONTENTMENT] You catch Hona's eyes and break into laghter
>>987343>> [CONTENTMENT] You catch Hona's eyes and break into laghterEveryone ded?
>>987374>>987368You and Hona both meet each other's gaze and begin laughing,which causes Luc to puff up in embarressment and anger while you all continue making progress. "I'm sorry for being such a bitch about your past." Hona says between laughter as she wipes tears from her eye.Every moment of mirth is mangling your insides but you can't help it. "It's okay. I am still sorry for what she did in all honesty." You return. Luc takes your arm as Hona hops up onto the wagon, your comrades working together along with what little strength you have left, to get you up the waist high step. You're struck with stabbing pains through your chest and stomachas you have to briefly support yourown weight. You suck air through your teeth while Hona tuts at you, "Vell you are definently grounded. No more flying for you!" She boops your nose before picking you up maiden style you can't help but blush as she leans close, "Sorry for letting all that past stuff out on you - I try to hide it but..." She whispers, well whispers for her volume at any rate."I get it. More than you know." You admit dropping you voice. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry I hit you so hard we woke up a dragon." You say with smugness. She drops you on the pillows a little less gently than you'd like and as you goran she towers over you, "Well don't celebrate too soon, I'm still standing for one thing, so I clearly win! Also, now that I've seen your best, I have the surprise!" She shuts her eye briefly in what you think was a wink, before strutting off to the door to get Luc.You're left watching her go, nestled amongst rapidly bloodier cushions on the couch. > [PRIDE] Bullshit I totally won!> [GRATITUDE] Reflect on how lucky you are she doesn't hate you.> [FRUSTRATION] Brood over the effect divine Zen has on your body> Pray to keep Minerva in the loop (Write-In dialogue please)> Write-In
>>987468>> [GRATITUDE] Reflect on how lucky you are she doesn't hate you.
>>987468> [PRIDE] Bullshit I totally won!We beat a dragon solo ergo we won.> Pray to keep Minerva in the loop (Write-In dialogue please)"I combined your divine power with zen, woke up a dragon then beat it"If we can't do both do the second one
>>987477Supporting all of this
>>987468>>987477Also supporting this
>>987568>>987477>>987475>>987589"Bullshit! I totally won Hona, I beat a dragon!" You shout after her, your lungs complaining at that effort. Guess you got some smoke inhalation from the dragonfire. Everything is kind of quiet, which is a rarity. Infact every timeyou'vejust sat still something dramatic has happened to force you to get up and fight or run or deal with something. Hell the only few times you've been at peace has been listening to Hona's song and spending the night at her place, it's nice sitting here despite the pain.But that pain is a reminder, a reminder of the power you unlocked going all out. Divine Zen, some kind of godly state of tranquility that pushed your bdy to it's limits and far beyond them; regardless of the toll it was taking on your body. But was it the technique?Are you just too weak to use it?Are you combining stuff that is anaethema?You don't know. But there's one lady who could help. Minerva. I'm sorry I havent spoken to you much and I know you can't reply outside of holy ground. But I thought I'd give you an update.I remembered some of myself, turns out I knew Honamurei's Dad. I did some pretty terrible stuff back then and she was angry. So she wanted to fight me.During the fight I pushed myself further than I ever had, combining your divine power with my Zen form. Which uhhhh while amazing and all woke a dragon. I. We managed to beat it through that new form; but Gods damn has it shredded me up. I uh, hope we can talk properly soon. Uhm. Ehm. Amen? You hear Luc trying to manage the middle line between "im asserting my authority and need your attention" and "I'm politely trying to interrupt you." Turns out you lolled your head to the right while praying. Not exactly digniified."Yes Luc." You ask with a tired smile.He's trying not to blush furiously as he holds up a bottle of medical alcohol and bandages. "Oh." You say."Yes. Well. I asked Hona to do it but she said she's not exactly sure how Starborn biology works having only patched up herself and shoved healing potions down your throat." He explains, with a red face."Shut your eyes then." You say to which he complies, you agonizingly manage to wriggle out your jacket and slowly begin undoing the buttons on the shirt beneath.> [CRUELTY] Now go get Hona to patch me up> [LUST] I feel like you should at least be in your teenage form for this> [PRIDE] I trust you to do a good job.> Write-In
>>987648>> [PRIDE] I trust you to do a good job.
>>987648> [PRIDE] I trust you to do a good jobWe're too wrecked to think of lewdness right now. It would take a lot more than a flustered not-teen to make that seem appealing right now.
>>987648> [PRIDE] I trust you to do a good job.
>>987648 [PRIDE] I trust you to do a good jobBut send in hona after your done
>>987667>>987664>>987658>>987685>>987700"Alright." After a long moment of sliding and shuffling and biting your gum not to cry out, you work your way to your feet and are standing before him bare chested, while Honamurei gets the cabinwagon wheeling onward to the next town. "I'm trusting you to do a good job Luc." You say gently guiding his shaking hands to your abs.He nods in resolve, putting down the gauze in order to dab the alcohol, "This is going to hurt." He warns to which you almost scoff.He then presses the alcohol into your chest cavity and you your body folds in on itself as fire carries all across your veins and into your bones. Your hands curl up your toes curl up. Why does this hurt worse than dragon fire?He pulls away and his eyes almost open before he stops himself and frowns. "Fine! If you're going to be a baby about it." You are about to ask what he means when the world goes blue. You have a feeling Luc is sick of your shit today.A second later your entire body is burning from the insides out as alcohol has been dabbed in all of your wounds from stomach, to leg, to face, (you notice a stool having been dragged over during the time stop), but Minerva's fire would be a wlecome distraction from this agony!DC10 not to be a little baby> [FRUSTRATION] Complain at him surprising you like that> [RELIEF] at least that's over> Write-In
Rolled 12 (1d20)>>987714> [RELIEF] at least that's over
Rolled 4 (1d20)>>987714>> [RELIEF] at least that's overHey, he did what he needed to. It sucks, but we can't expect to feel great after all that.
Rolled 3 (1d20)>>987714>> [RELIEF] at least that's over
Rolled 13 (1d20)>>987714> [RELIEF] at least that's over
>>987714>> [RELIEF] at least that's over
>>987750>>987734>>987731>>987730>>987724You bite your teeth and look up at the cieling and count to ten. Your hands begin to uncurl around three, you biceps and hamstrings untense at seven, and by the time ten comes your wounds are back to "Sting like a motherfucker" instead of "Burn like dragonfire" a similie you can in fact make now. Because you're a dragonslayer.Your elation is brought back to present by the fact you realize Luc is blindly looking around for his gauze. "At least that's over." you say staggering over and putting a hand on his shouler and another on his hand to guide it. You are very careful to make sure no brushing of chest or wounded stomach happens. Luc's the kind of child who'd get upset for bloodstained clothes."Yes the worst part is done, now is the simple looping of some bandaging." He explains beginning to unspool some badages and set to work. It is going to be a slow process, but now that you're standing he can walk around you and pull his step stool around to make it easier. Still don't understand why Hona couldn't do this. The blushing seems to have faded now at least, instead he has a razor focus around his closed eyes,, kind of reminds you of his sniping face in Rono Pass actually.You are going to thank him at end of bandaging so don't write in gratitude.> [LUST] You didn't peak in time stop did you.> [PRIDE] Clever use of Timesotp with the alcohol there. Overcoming the non interact limit?> [CURIOSITY] How you feeling about the academy then Luc?> Write-In
>>987782>> [CURIOSITY] How you feeling about the academy then Luc?
>>987782>> [PRIDE] Clever use of Timesotp with the alcohol there. Overcoming the non interact limit?
>>987782> [CURIOSITY] How you feeling about the academy then Luc?
>>987782> [PRIDE] Clever use of Timesotp with the alcohol there. Overcoming the non interact limit
>>987828>> [PRIDE] Clever use of Timesotp with the alcohol there. Overcoming the non interact limit
>>987782> [PRIDE] Clever use of Time stop with the alcohol there. Overcoming the non interact limitDid he get better with his enigma when he aged?
>>987995>>987835>>987828>>987827>>987801>>987793Your eyes follow Luc as he begins another lap around you, like your some kind of divine idol. It's kind of amusing but, pressing matter; "Clever use of your enigma with the alcohol. Are you overcoming your non interact block?" You say, noting his focus slightly relax into a smile at his teacher's praise."I'm trying but it still tires me out massively. He sounds disapointed, "In my teenage form, I can do a lot more. I held it for five minutes without touching anything. But..." He trails off."But?" You prompt."Well it means my teen form collapses as soon as I come out of the stop, even if I do it for a second." He pouts. Then remembers what he's doing. "Your stomach and legs are sorted. Hona says she'll stitch your face... the only area is well." You see a bottle of ointment on the desk.You were burned in the chest a bit... "I think I can take it from here Luc. You're excused." You ruffle his hair slightly. "Thanks, you really didn't have to." He turns his back as you begin to get dressed, "I did. You're not dying on me again." You think he'd be stikcing his tongue out at you.> [DETERMINATION] I promised didn't I?> [CURIOSITY] How about we try and work on your enigma tomorrow?> [PRIDE] Hey we've got a hell of a sotry to tell> Write-In
>>988089>[DETERMINATION] I promised didn't I?Dice gods willing.
>>988089> [CURIOSITY] How about we try and work on your enigma tomorrow?How else is he going to kill the Joestars?
>>988089>> [CURIOSITY] How about we try and work on your enigma tomorrow?
>>988143>>988110>>988106"Hey Luc." You say haldway to your room, shirt thrown on haphazardly and jacket slung over your shoulder. "How about we work on your enigma tomorrow? See if you can cheat enough to keep up with or tag Hona?" "S-sure, I'll do my best." He says before heading out. It's a couple of seconds later that the wagon churns up to it's top speed. You feel a lot less agony now, but in return you're about as flexible as Lexington with a hangover. You look like someone set you up for a ceremonial burial but forgot to do the actual burying. On top of all that, you don't have anything to do.> Attempt to make tea (/comfy/ mystery box)> Explore the many cases of holding (Mystery boxes)> See how many forms your saw has now (Level Up)> Write-In
>>988321> cases if holdingLet's look for a random scrap of cloth to finish bandaging us up with...But really, he must have a nice hat collection in here somewhere.
>>988321> Explore the many cases of holding (Mystery boxes)MYSTERY BOX!
>>988321> Explore the many cases of holding (Mystery boxes)
>>988342>>988338>>9883331d10 please.Taking first 3 rolls.
Rolled 6 (1d10)>>988357
Rolled 1 (1d10)>>988357Check this one
Rolled 2 (1d10)>>988357Ten
>>988402>>988381>>988365>>988360Box Number 6: You stagger your way into Lex's study and firmly push everything you learned from the scrap of cloth incident in Grinnsmon out of your head. You're curious, this room has magical boxes. Two and Two is four.The first thing you realize as you make your way inside the room which you only set foot in the first time you were in here, is that it is BIG. Like, bigger than the atrium in the temple of Minerva. It is piled high with boxes, crates, books, scrolls, little glass balls with different coloured lights and liquids in them. Lexington always kept the stuff he needed to have handy in the mainroom, whether it be potions, tomes, his alchemy table or his cash. So you rub your hands together before grabbing the nearest box to you.It is red, made of a material that is warm, yet hard like metal. You would think due to the way the light is hitting that it's ruby, were you not actually holding it. You let your hands glide over it and enjoy the sensation of it, more than you'd expect.> Open it> Don't open it.
>>988480> OPEN ITWe asked for this.
>>988480> Open itDo it.
>>988480> Open itThis is the future we chose.
>>988505>>988500>>988496You flip open the catches with your little fingers and despite you not being one for girly ventures, you can't help but let out an "Oooh" at the ancient outfit within. You genuinely don't know when this was made, where it came from or who would wear it. But you are claiming it by right of conquest and for great need. Because you literally only have your white outfit, and an outfit borrowed from Lex now.You place the box in front of the door so you can take it back to your room after you're done lootin- exploring your boss' study. What Next? > 1> 2
>>988525> 2Save the magical instadeath mimic for the last
>>988525>2Hold me, I'm scared.
>>988541>>988536>>988530Tome 2:You wander for the longest time, mainly due to how slow you're moving at the moment. It's nice to take a stroll surrounding by lovely wormwood candles and enjoying the finery of a rather extensive of collection of everything that took his fancy.Maybe you shouldn't pry too deeply into the dress you've loote- borrowed!But you pull a tome at random, a dusty green clad book. On it is an image of a snake curled around a mighty tower and on top of the tower is a golden gem as represented by a gold piece being carved into the shape of some kind of large obelisk type thing.> Read> Don't Read
>>988734> ReadWhat could possibly go wrong?
>>988734> Read it
>>988773>>988770>>988744You read, hoping for some mystical incantations, or the feeling of new life filling your bones as it magically restores you.Instead you find a story."In the sands of Qualaran a tire splits the land. In a great and dusty morning fate it were at hand.For when the sky comes crashing down and darkness roams around.Then the great sand serpent emerged from the ground." Huh."A round and round it curled, wrapping round the city. Every girl and boy were just prey for this beastie.Until a brave man, who hailed from the stars.Stepped before the monster and laid out a game.If you can wrap around the palace more times than I have here; I'll give you all this town and it's gold and even make them cheer. The monster is was greedy, it savoured gold a lot. Better flex your tongue dear wizard length's one thing I've got! You snicker at the inneundo."So the beast did twirl and coil until it could no more.Sixteen times and thrice more it passed the palace door.With a groan of effort, with a hiss of glee. It turned and face the wizard, his fingers only ten.But his hands were glowing as they had been from the start. For he brought the palace down on the beastie and who was victorious then? The book magically closes itself with a snap and turns back to the title page when you finish.Huh, some Greater Snake Devil rose up in North, got tricked into a deal by some Starborn who crushed it. Wonder who it wa- "The Tale of Remy Rockslide"Oh Minerva...."A record of the slaying of Ghuruazarikal by Bard the Bard"> Mystery Box 1> Nope> Write-In
>>988925> Mystery Box 1
>>988925>NopeHahahah, this kills us.>Bard the BardDid this bard have no imagination or was it ironic?
>>988925>> Mystery Box 1
>>988975Remember how titles are a thing.Maybe never tell that guy you work for "The almighty Vernon The Sage" if you meet him.
>>988961>>988975>>988985You drop the book back off in your loot pile, this time not even bothering to self correct it to something less thieftacular.You notice a little class sphere with a hole cut out of it, it's sitting on the main reading desk to the left of a small tray that is filled with ashes. There's a brownish light in the orb, but only when you look through the small cut out section. It... seems like you're supposed to reach in.> Put hand in the glowing orb> Don't> Write-In
>>989204>Don'tThose ashes are of the last person that touched it...
>>989204>> Put hand in the glowing orbWHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG
>>989204> Put hand in the glowing orbWhat could possibly go wrong?
>>989274>>989241>>989232>>9892133:39AM and we're tied.I'll continue at some point tomorrow, even if I have to roll to break the tie.Questions for the characters? Discussions? In thread.Anything else including solicitation, legal notices and compliments to the goddess that is me can be sent to twatter or discord.Have a map:Flags are current points of interest.
>>989384> Put hand in the glowing orb
>>989390>>989274>>989241>>989232>>989213Writing because someone pmd me on discord while I was about to wank.
>>989390>>989274>>989241>>989232>>989213You decide that fate has always been fortunate to you when doing reckless things and push your hand into the orb in a fit of proud, reckless and arrogant determination.You smell burning immediately and thick smoke fills the air as the orb glows with an unholy, dark and foreboding light that seems to pervert your very eyes in all of it's total and uncanny wrongness. That burning, that burning that smell of smoke it turns your stomach as the light fills the entire study with spiralling thick smoke. You pull out your hand and.Cigarettes.A handful of Doctor Lexington's preferred brand. A beautiful sight, one that would move you to tears were you equipped with the capacity to weep with joy.You fill your pockets before grabbing two more handfuls and filling somemmore, all the caution and grandstanding of Doc Lexington's "Do not Steal" intimidation wards forgotten in an explosion of greed. Once every pocket, pouch, packet and your ruby chest are all filled to the brim with cigarettes only then to you nimbly pluck on from your pocket, put it in your mouth and light it by standing on tiptoes to a neaby candle sconce.You inhale.Feel the smoke mingle with your lungs as your body slightly goes into zen from the sensation of your favourite addiction being induldged again. You think you almost have your second orgasm in that moment. But it passes as you take the cigarrette in your fingers.You exhale.And begin working your way back to your room with your new posessions in a cloud of smoke and smugness. You should be coming up on Tinton soon.Remember to check the SE Muni map to see your current points of interest.> Park up the wagon with Hona let Luc find a healer> Hona finds a Healer you and Luc wagon> Everyone parks and everyone finds a healer> Write-In
Forgot image.I am going to wank then sleep now.
>>989486> Everyone parks and everyone finds a healer
>>989486>> Everyone parks and everyone finds a healer
>>990612>>989502>>989493Getting ready to run soon but let's do the level up while I'm still getting ready.> Pride: New Passive> Pride: New Form> Determination: Passive (WILL MAX)> Zen: New AbilityYou might need this stuff I forgot to post this thread:Shill stuff:Tw: @StarbornQCs: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1csg7vC-Yz10aAqk9ZwdCNv24obLGTtM5p6bKkPq1Pgc/edit#heading=h.74gk3dg6mvjpDiscord Invite: https://discord.gg/xM2aCYqStarborn Thread 0: https://yuki.la/qst/486356Starborn Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=StarbornCabin Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=CabinWhat Came Next Archive:http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=what+came+nextLewd Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/u/StarbornOP
>>990770> Zen: New AbilityExperience tranquility.
>>990770> Zen: New Ability
Whilst we're waiting on votes for level up. How's everyones day?How did you find the mystery boxes? Because from now on it's assume Purps always has cigarettes on her whenever she wants one.
>>990814I like mystery boxes as a rule so it was nice.And my day is fine insofar
>>990816Were you expecting anything different than what you got in the mystery boxes?
>>990770>> Pride: New Formthis isnt my finalt formcome on guys cant just zen on everything
>>990821I didn't expect to get smokes I the last one.I expected the last one to be something magic.
>>990825but unlimited smokes bro
>>990821i thoughrt something bad was going to happen with the fisting f the maigc orb to be honsest
>>990821I expected the last one to blow up in our face.>>990822YES WE CAN!
>>990774>>990791>>990816>>990822>>990825>>990828>>990835>>990837My vote count is 2-1 on Zen Ability.holding off so you can try and sway people f2 anon.Yeah the whole setup is Lex putting as many illusory DONT TOUCH things as he can. When in reality it's a holding case filled with tobacco and unpacked cigarettes.
>>990841hmm i dont know if it would work, every seems keeen on the whole ss thing she gets goingbut i would rather not relay on it all the time should be this isnt my finaly form type thing with others been the more normal way to go
I'll write once off phone to water company. Sink just broke.
>Pride: New FormTime to release our Saiyan- I mean Starborn Pride!Even though Hona is our Vegeta here.
>>990877hows it going there?
So Star is dealing with rolling blackouts and will be back as soon as he's able. I'm sure he doesn't actually want me to use that as an excuse to get away from all of you nerds.
Rolled 1 (1d2)>>991211>>991137>>990879>>990845>>990774>>990791>>990816>>990822>>990825>>990828>>990835>>990837I'm back. Why are you fucks still tied!?Writing next part of plot, 1d2 to break tie.1:Zen Ability2:Pride Form
>>991211>>991137>>990879>>990845>>990774>>990791>>990816>>990822>>990825>>990828>>990835>>990837You all roll into the town of Tinton at the crack of noon, drawing some curious but not hostile glances as you come in. Two women and a child, one of the women looking like she just got done fighting a bear and the other looking like she got doing being eaten by a bear.You stick together, you holding onto the coin as the spectacular horseless wagon makes it's way off the main road, to a very familiarly signposted stables. With red painted lumber marking out a large circle and similar lumber making up the bones of a very large barn. You see a friendly face approaching you as you wheel into the lot.Lucky.Of Lucky's lot and caravaneers.> [SHAME] Hide in the wagon and let Hona handle business> Politely greet Lucky> [LUST] Flirt with Lucky> Write-In
>>991267> Politely greet Lucky
>>991267> [SHAME] Hide in the wagon and let Hona handle business> [CURIOSITY] Go open more mystery boxesstranger danger
>>991280You already met Lucky. He wanted the V.Also no more mystery boxes for now.
> [SHAME] Hide in the wagon and let Hona handle business
>>991345>>991280>>991277You make an excuse about something and retreat into the wagon, chased by the curious gazes of your friends.Unseen by you they both shrug and hop down from the wagon to negotiate with the man in the large hat. But instead you begin changing out of your white outfit and put on your new looted/ found clothes from their ruby box.Ignoring the nest of cigarettes you pull out the white, armour and begin strapping it on as quickly as possible without tearing the delicate ribbons of fabric that make up the dress sections. It feels really nice and airy against your skin and the armour feels like it'd take a good hit or two. Honestly you feel like some kind of ceremonial damsel or something, well except for the fact that rolls of bandages bearing old blood are visible on the exposed sections. Or the fact your scars glimmer in the candlelight as you stand in front of the mirror. Huh, for some reason you've gravitated toward white twice in a row now. Odd. Popping a cigarette into your mouth, you light it up on a match from the stack that you relocated from the main room earlier. IT sounds like Hona and Luc are just waiting to sign some paperwork, so you'll be free soon. Honestly smoking makes you look like some kind of theatre's darling princess character whose actress bummed out after a long show in a fit of desperation.That is an incredibly bleak observation, I mean you look half dead physically not emotionally right?Your dull lifeless eyes stare back at you challengingly.Fuck.> Enjoy the cigarette (Do Nothing)> Make some lunch for everyone> Look at the map> Write-In
>>991419> Make some lunch for everyoneDo homemade pizza, everyone loves homemade pizza.
>>991434You have meat, bread and are comically incapable with the cooking rune thing.This is vote for sandwich.
Guys gonna have to call it here, I'm super burnt out between real life and tiredness. I'll try and get some done after work tomorrow but before 2017. So that this isn't a super shitty short thread.Might make it a fluff chapter.Sorry kiddos, let me know on twatter, discord or in thread how much of a waste of skin I am.Ask Hona, Purps or anyone else any questions here, if you want to have them answered out of continuity.
>>991419>> Make some lunch for everyoneWe must outdo our previous failure.
Elsewhere You are Vernon Lexington. Last of the Ghenrisian first batallion. First Archmage of Ghenris, former Court member, captain, historian, biographer , soldier, sailor, tinker, soldier, spy. You are the oldest Starborn in existense, eclipsing The Senator by at least fifty years. Over the centuries you have killed countless, as much as you have loved countless and fought under kings, queens and senators.You hurt like fuck.At the last counting your wounds numbered four dozen, the major ones being an arm broken in two places, a split across your waist that decides it wants to bleed every other hour and a part of your ear being about as present as your wagon, employee or anyone else you'd come to rely on.That might have soured your mood some because you're currently standing at the next town; also known as - the most logical place to wait for you. But instead you've walked into Rono Pass to be greeted with a travelling tavern missing the top half of it's front wall, the entrance plaza being dotted with craters, pieces of blood, hair and bone. And nobody seems to remember a lady by the name Purps, Honamurei, or having seen anyone with their descriptions.Once word got around you were asking, people started avoiding and ignoring you. So it's a fair bet that Purps somehow did this. After taking a long moment to take a long hard look at yourself in the reflection of a puddle, you began limping around looking for a healer. You only had a paltry 8k petty and ended up spending 6k to get seen to by someone who didn't describe you as "Needing a Good ole yank together."Despite your status of being treated with suspicion upon lingering in the non destroyed tavern, you were privvy to quite a few secrets as a wounded old man paying no attention. Turns out Darnites ran this town, alarming for you you but not dangerous. Only, seems like the Moon Momma got her knickers in a twist over Purps' intrusion. A rumour of Wolfbloods being sent after her were unconfrimed but turns out Purps picked a fight with some sellsword vets.You rammed a knuckle into the bar only to fake a coughing fit when glances were thrown at you. Fucking idiots couldn't keep out of trouble if it were a dragon's mouth. Feeling your eavesdropping had reached is limit you decided to trudge over to the temple the "Purple haired nutter" fled to.Holy Shit. The mountain which held one of the holiest sites in Ghenris is gone. Looks like someone slapped it with a huge hand and the area buckled. I mean, Purps was strong sure but you don't think she could take out this... You sniff the air, old magic. Primal. Deep. Earth aligned. Perhaps Rock. Would explain the damage here, but why would someone bury the temple. Vault. Somebody wanted to keep everyone out of the vault but... who and how.Activating your enigma your eyes blaze burning blue and you see that not only did someone strip the wards of the temple. They actively used the power of those wards to fuel their work. Nice.
>>992330Moving on from your startling discovery and pledging to research the formost earthern aspected wizards still kicking, you head to the gate. Thankful your limp is fading as the healing magic finally begins seeping into your bones and through your system. With all of your adventures is is about to reach prevening and the guard attempts to stop you from leaving. "Sorry Oldsort, can't have you doddering off out there." He says puffing out his chest to look authoritative. If the dumb lot hadn't preened like a peacock you might not have fucked with him."Do you know who I am?" You demand, hunching over to up your sagely factor. "You see that lantern?" You point at the hook above him."Uh Y-""My bloody magic powered that you moustached little arse. So open up that fucking gate so I can get me fucking luskmoss tonight and if you ever give me that lowbrow look at the "big man with the big shield" act again I'll rip your throat out an give it to me eels!" You spit.He blinks and let's the gate open again, clearly untrained for the kind of crazy you like to utilize, his partner is much more respectful when he clears his throat and asks, "Be careful ser wizard. We've found evidence of Two wagons being attacked by the ocean dragon yesterday?"You stroke your beard and give the boy - no woman. Just... kind of looks like a young boy, your utmost attention, "Wagons. Hum. Balthazar must've been awoken by something." She didn't. She couldn't. "Were there any specifics about the wagons or casualties.""Well the first wagon fled to Tinton so we don't know it's status, just that we couldn't find bodies." She begins scratching her scarred neck with one hand to think, "The nextone was wiped out utterly. Orcs, no idea which genders from how badly they were roasted."She did. Of course she did.She woke a Dragon, pissed it off and got away."I'll be going now. Thank you for the warning ma'am." You offer, trying to hide your panic and haste.Her brutish friend laughs and she huffs behind you and you hear her shout after you, "I'm a boy you old cunt!"Well shit, you're just everyone's friend today.Guess you better get the lead out and catch Purps and company before her new Dragon friend does. END OF ASIDE Continuing tomorrow.
>>992407>Guess you better get the lead out and catch Purps and company before her new Dragon friend does.A bit late for that Lexy boy.
>>994473>>992451>>991505>>991451>>991434Hey guys I'm back here's the vote:> Make some lunch for everyone (Sandwich)> Make some lunch (Pizza)> Look at the map (Local Area info)> Write-In
>>995048> Look at the map (Local Area info)
>>995048>> Make some lunch (Pizza)
>>995048> Make some lunch (Pizza)
>>995066>>995063>>995055DC18 best of 3.
Rolled 10 (1d20)>>995068
Rolled 20 (1d20)>>995068
Rolled 7 (1d20)>>995068Check this one
>>995084>>995079>>995072Cracking your neck with a well timed twist you approach the part of the main room which is dedicated to the preperation, storage and containment of all things deemed edible or the ingredients of items with the quality edible.You have no idea why you're talking as if you're writing a dissertation on the many varied methods of describing food. But you have an idea, an idea that involved the bread you have - that cheese and the scattered meats you've hunted.Gathering the bred, you take the meat tenderizer - intending to use it in a way in which it's designer never intended. The bread is gathered into a pile, beaten to within an inch of it's life and then once you have a nice flat disc; you use your polesaw to pick up the now doughy plate. Using your polesaw you lift it to your nemesis - The Cooking Rune. Dropping it on there as gingerly as you can, you hit the button to begins cooking your bread, dreaming of a hard and crispy base.Your cheese is a cold and dense block, for you to chuck into the air over the rapidly hardening base - only to be shredded by your two claws to sprinkle over the hard base of dough. Your vision. It is forming.The meat requires mor eprecise cutting than your saws, so you have to degrade yourself to a kicthen knife while your creation begins to grow. It is swift, sharp and precise cutting that you are quite rightly proud of and from there it is a case of waiting.The cheese is melted.The base is crispy, golden brown to black.The meat is cooked.to.perfectionBut now your friends are coming to regroup and you need to give your beautiful little creature a name.> Name your creation?
>>995113A One sided sandwich.It has meat cheese and bread but only bread on one side.
>>995124I'll switch to this.
>>995113>>995118This, but in broken Italian
>>995134>>995131>>995124>>995118>>995115Impossibly. We have tied.Quote this.> Pancake> One Sided Sandwich
>>995138> One Sided Sandwich
>>995147>>995145>>995144>>995140"Vhat have you got there Purps?" Hona asks leaning on your shoulder like a bird looking for bread."Fuuck!" You wince as your wounded body spasms under Hona's weight. "Hona stop making Purps' wounds worse." Luc chides."This, is the one sided sandwich!" You reveal with as much flair as possible."It's very pretty!" Hona says... a little too quickly."You used all the food." Luc notes.You think nobody is as enthused as you are, so you slice some Onesider off for everyone. Some weird triangle shape being the best you can do, all complaints are silenced and replaced with moans and groans of satisfaction. Skill Get: Pizza After you all let your food settle with a brilliant glow in your stomach. Honamurei turns to you, "Vell ve have good news and bad news." She offers.> Good News> Bad News> Write-In
>>995182> Bad News>Inb4 the bad news is that there is no good news. Must more bad news.
>>995182>> Good Newsthere is no good or bad just news
>>995182>> Bad News
>>995182> bad news
>>995235>>995200>>995193>>995190"Well why not give me some bad news." You say taking another cutting of Onesider."Ve're out of money." Hona says glumly."Buuuuuut the good news is we bought you a healer!" Luc adds complete with jazz hands."So we need money for the healer?" You ask in disbelief."No." They both say at once."Then why-""We need money to pay for wagon parking and food. If we can't pay for the wagon it's Lucky's." Luc admits fidgeting."Okay let's put our heads together and come up with ideas for money." You say not even bothering to say how stupid this situation is. After five minutes of silent contemplation "I mean we could sell some of Lex's stuff as a last resort, but that might be dangerous and is also a dick move. So what have we got?"You're just hearing out right now> Luc's Idea > Hona's Idea> Your Idea> Sell random potentially priceless, dangerous or magical items from the wagon> Write-In
>>995272> Luc's Idea It better not involve tea
>>995272>> Luc's Ideatea shop/ cafa with us as the waiters
>>995272> Luc's IdeaHe's smart, right?
>>995272>> Luc's Idea
>>995282>>995280>>995274"Luc you're the smart one what have you got?" You say supporting yourself on the table you've gathered around with one arm."Uhm." He stutters until Hona nudges him. "We do a quest for Lucky in exchange for writing off the debt or a lot of money. It's how all the heroes do it isn't it?""I'm not going to lie Luc. I had my bar set a tad too high." You deadpan.> Hona> You> Looting> Write-In
>>995306well i mean he is a kid
>>995306> HonaAt least it wasn't tea.
>>995306>Honanb4 find some moon people to kill and loot
>>995349>>995318>>995309>>995399You turn your impassive gaze to your friend, who shrugs. "I think you forget he's ten, sometimes. Also I think it could work."For once your expression accurately, succintly and perfectly relays your feelings on the matter. "I can think of one quest, Lucky vould have for us" Hona asks,"Oh?" "Vell one that Purps could do.""Oh.""It'd be long.""Hona."Would it be a hard quest?" Luc chimes in."Hopefully for Purps." Hona says wih her weird blink wink thing."ENOUGH!" You shout as you slam your hand on the table a tad too loudly. Coughing to remove the awkwardness of Hona's smug smirk and Luc's confused and annoyed expression you instead ask, "Your plan then?""We dance." She declares smugly."We dance?" You echo."Just like in Grinnsmon." She says."You can dance Purps?""No" You and "Yes" Hona both say."She was amazing. It's partly how she got her title." Hona says slamming a palm over your mouth which you're a bit too half dead to remove despite punching her arms and prying at her fingers. "She just doesn't like it for some reason. The plan would work."Eventually you gasp for breath as you finangle your way out of her palm prison of pressing power. Luc seems to be buying into her plan. Shit.> Pitch your plan> Accept Defeat and dance> Fuck It, Luc's idea> Let's sell artifacts that may be priceless or murderously magical for a fraction of their worth because we can't identify shit we find> Or a Write-In, that's cool too.
>>995407> Pitch your plan
>>995407> Pitch your planIf our plans shit we can dance.
>>995407>> Accept Defeat and dance
>>995407> get foot loosePawning off random powerful artifacts to butthurt commoners who go on murderous rampages against their oppressors could be funny though. Lex might get angry though. Probably bad enough that we are wearing this dress.
>>995449I'll switch to this.
>>995412>>995415>>995449>>995455>>995463Dance has it. Gonna play BGO and then write.
>>995455I wounder if that dress was his wifs wedding dress
>>995412>>995415>>995449>>995455>>995463"Fine we'll dance. But I'll have you know my idea involved fighting." You slump in defeat."EEEEEE" Hona shrilly squeals as she claps her hands together in rapid sucession while Luc hides his laughter behind a hand.Well guess the plan after seeing this healer is settled. What to do up until then?> Map (Intel)> You did say you'd work on Luc's Enigma> Let them explore (Healer is meeting you here)> Write-In
>>995712>> You did say you'd work on Luc's Enigmamybe he can use it to help us dance??
>>995712> You did say you'd work on Luc's Enigma
>>995742Give me a way for time stop to be handy (that Luc would agree with) and I will make that his training
>>995874hmm dont know, dont want him staling.mybe doging bulets from hona, juggleing or osmethingi mean we all can do a fight dance
>>995940>>995813>>995782>>995742"Luc, we did say we'd work on your enigma. So go outside and faceoff against Hona." You say pulling yourself slowly and stiffly to your feet."Haha yeah sure." Hona says sarcastically."I mean it Hona. He's going to kick your ass." You say as you borrow Luc's head for balance.The three of you make your way outside and you sit against the wall of the wagon as Hona limbers herself up. "He won't land a single hit on me!" She boasts as she rolls her shoulders back and bends rather impossibly far back at the waist."A-are you sure I should fight her?" He asks, "I mean I use magic up close and she's way strong." "This isn't about technique it's about forcing you to use your enigma to overcome a stronger foe" You sagely comment, wishing you had a beard, "I have so much faith that I'm going to do this.""I'll take that action Hona." You grin, naming your stake.> [LUST] Hona gives you and Luc sexy lapdances> [PRIDE] Hona admits you kicked her ass> [DETERMINATION] Hona names her terms> Write-In
>>995998>> [LUST] Hona gives you and Luc sexy lapdances but if she wont do it then she has to dmits you kicked her ass
>>995998>> [DETERMINATION] Hona names her terms
>>996022or wear a revlieing outfit for the dance
>>995998>> [LUST] Hona gives you and Luc sexy lapdances
>>996026>>996025>>996024>>996022Sorry guys going to have to call here.I just threw up my guts and it's 2am.I'll try and get another update up in this thread but I'm not sure. So this might be the end of Starborn for a weekish if I can't do any tomorrow.Please give me feedback on twatter discord or in this thread.Questions for characters can be asked in thread and I'll write answers.Discussion Question; What do you think Hona wants as her prize if she wins?
>>996069probs somethign slilly for us to do