Bertram Gillivers
CURRENT STATUS
Age: 19
Alchemical Formulae Known:
-Sunsphere, defensive weapon
-Dragon's Blood, offensive weapon
-Smokebomb, defensive/utility
Medecine, Novitiate level
Other Equipment:
-Apprentice's Robes

I've missed so much of this; a shame, I loved Blood Quest.

>>12539421
If you're ever bored take a dig through the archives, I'm always trying to get more people interested.

Research new alchemical formulae.

Rock to water

Water to rock

We should tool up our robes. I'm assuming either the Sunsphere or the Dragon's Blood is some kind of heat or flame-based weapon? Let's try to stick it in a tube that pops outwards in a stream of flame, and fit one into our sleeve that we can trigger by hand.

>>12539471
>>12539455
>You're in the middle of an emotional confrontation; now is hardly the time for equipment optimization. Take a look through at least the last archive before joining in, as we're coming off a bit of a cliffhanger

>>12539508
I see no issue. Optimise our equipment, kill Fulgrim with it.

Seriously, I am of the opinion we should kill him. I would have advocated poisoning that wine. We either shut up and put up or kill him, a middle ground will just be bad for us and good for him. So we need to decide.

I assume we are currently un-armed. Quickly survey the room, to see if there are any weapons we could use if it comes down to that. Meanwhile keeping him talking, ask him why he kept the letter from us.

Use Dragon's Blood to turn his Blood into Dragons.

Be calm and don't show any reaction. He's expecting it. Just comment on how then it'd quite obvious he knows things aren't so peachy.

Can we just leave his apprenticeship? Because if we can seriously, roll out, grab books on the way out and take the awkward maid to be our own apprentice.

Mind clouded by rage, you can think of nothing but Fulgrim's death. He waves the letter in your direction. You can piece together eight different poisons from the bottles scattered about the room, but you maintain your calm, sequestering your shaking hands in the folds of your robe.
"It's obvious you know everything isn't fine...why the games?"
Fulgrim unfolds the letter, peering at it as he swirls the goblet in one hand.
"It's quite the interesting read," he says, ignoring your question. Casually, he passes the letter through one of the flames beneath a bubbling beaker, watching the aging parchment catch like kindling.
"A pity, apprentice," he says, dripping venom from his lips. He raises the goblet to his mouth, making appreciative noises with his mouth as he slurps down a mouthful of wine.

>What do?

>>12539783
"I'm leaving, Fulgrim."

>>12539783
If I'm right in assuming he's already dead due to the wine, it might not matter. No, I think it's best if we just vow quietly to ourselves to make him pay. Plan to one up him or subtlely ruin one of his experiments so he goes mad wondering why something doesn't work when we know all along what would make it work. Things like that. He still does have lots of knowledge we can use after all.

>>12539821
Fuck that. We neither want to betray the memory of our father by compromising to work with his killer, nor do we want to adopt the sadism of Fulgrim in enacting our revenge. We should leave, and study, and one day return to kill Fulgrim. Not out of cruelty, but out of justice.

>>12539851
I don't fully understand the system in StonerDM's world but I don't think we have a choice. From what I can gather, we were assigned to someone and we have to learn from them until we go past the apprentice stage and I'm not sure what determines that. That and despite this guy is a huge jack ass and teaches us like trash, he HAS been teaching us on top of everything. He just has a very twisted way of doing it...

rolled 5 = 5

>>12539857
Except we're very close to graduating and have essentially nothing to learn from him at this point.

>>12539857
>From what I can gather, we were assigned to someone and we have to learn from them until we go past the apprentice stage
We -have- to stay with the person who betrayed our father's hope in us until the very moment of his death? We -have- to?

>>12539882
In theory. Not sure if it'll cause us to be kicked out or not. I'm not sure how the system works and their system seems to be very accepting of these kind of dirty actions.

>>12539895
My point was that there is no fucking way we have to, bro. The system might mandate so but fuck that, this isn't some videogame.

"I'm leaving, Fulgrim."
Fulgrim guffaws, wiping the ashes of your father's final correspondence from his fingers like breadcrumbs.
"Good, get out. I'll be sure to tell the other Masters of your incompetence and headstrong recklessness. Why don't you go home and tell your father you decided to spend your life working the land after all. Oh," he stops, taking another sip of wine. The giggles come too quickly for him to avoid spilling some of the dark liquid down his chin. "Oh, that's right. My apologies, apprentice, it seems like you've nowhere at all to go. You could go try and sell your knowledge to the Confederacy, and then we can drag you back here and hang you as a traitor, collect the whole set, as it were."

>>12539907
Maybe. Maybe not. All I'm saying for sure though is we shouldn't overreact and give him what he's expecting - which is us overreacting. This guy seems to take pleasure at it.

>>12539914
Ask him how goes finding a better apprentice to replace us anyways. Curious if the old man actually has tried to.

>>12539914
"Fulgrim, I'm leaving. I will be back for you one day. It will not be pretty, but nor will it be cruel."

Start collecting things we might need on our travels. Keep an eye on the master.

rolled 7 = 7

>>12539914
>his face

If he doesn't drop dead in the next ten minutes, we are personally killing his ass.

"How goes the search for a better apprentice?" you spit out.
Fulgrim shrugs. "I am past dealing with apprentices. You'll be my last, thank the old gods." He smiles, taking another sip of wine and nodding at you. "You know, boy, you do have some talent, loathe though I am to admit it. With your," he points to the pile of ashes on the desk, "...family connections severed, you've still got...got..."
Fulgrim squints, mouth slightly agape. He screws his face up in agony, succumbing to a coughing fit. When he pulls his hands away from his mouth, his eye twitches slightly as he beholds the dark wet stains on his flesh. Spitting up more blood, he laughs wetly to himself before looking askance at you.
"Heh...you've still got potential, b-boy," he struggles to get out the last word, falling into more coughing fits. His body has begun to shake uncontrollably, and he knocks the bottle and goblet aside, spilling wine all over the desk and papers. The ashes of your fathers letter are churned into a purple paste.

>what do?

rolled 64 = 64

Hey, StonerDM, any idea what's up with TempDM? He doesn't seem to have been around lately.

>rotterst redemption

rolled 5 = 5

>>12540099
Well shit. So much for personal vengeance. We're a bright young lad and an inquisitive type, surely we realize that the poison probably came from the wine and will immediately go looking for the girl who handed us the goblet?

>>12540099
Oh, we did poison him? Solid.

>>12540099
Might also want to inform someone he's been poisoned. Might look a little less suspicious although I'm sure we'll still be suspected. A part of me is tempted to hide and wait in the thought that someone wants something from the lab and we can catch them in the act.

>>12540099
"It was the maid, Fulgrim. I don't know what you did to her, but I will be the one to watch you die."

Fulgrim tries to stand, but falls to the ground with a crash, muscles seizing uncontrollably. You take a step towards him, but you are distracted by motion at the doorway.
"Yes, Fulgrim, one of the servants said you...needed...?"
One of the Master Alchemists, Treyor Podrin, strides through the door, looking about in bewilderment.
"P...poison..." Fulgrim manages weakly, pointing a shaky finger in your direction.
Podrin casts a grave glance in your direction. Murder isn't exactly rare in the Imperial court, but it is conducted with a degree of secrecy, Hushblades and the like. To kill your own master, with poison delivered by your own hands; it seems so...uncouth.
"Apprentice," Podrin says quietly. "What have you done?"

>>12540321
It was a set up. Some servant girl said he was expecting wine and was lost and we were too retarded to think twice about it and took it for her. God, I wish I was here for that when everyone accepted it...

>>12540345
Maybe blame it on whole found out dad died on why we accepted it so easily. Although that might make people think we did it on purpose as well... Great.

"No!" you say, looking from your blood-drooling, dying master to the stern-faced Alchemist standing at the door. "A servant girl, she...she gave me the wine, said Fulgrim was expecting it. I...this is a set up!"
Podrin cocks an eyebrow.
"...Possible, I suppose. But I'll have to involve the authorities. You'll get a chance to tell your story."
You look down at Fulgrim. His eyes are locked to yours, and you watch as he grits his teeth, the light fading from his face until he collapses limply in a puddle of blood and wine.

>gonna writefag it up real quick to get us the fuck out of this flashback and back to the present

Hierotoria's Judicium is a crowded and miserable affair, filled with the dregs of the Imperium that the Imperial court is built upon. Murderers, thieves, rapists, all bumping shoulders in the old stone of the Judicium, a holdover to the days of border wars, of the council of Knights, of the law of the sword and not merely of the noose; of the days before alchemy and empire.
Murderers. You are lumped in with all the rest, calmly awaiting trial in one of the Judicium's upper cells. The stone is dry and the meals come twice a day; you suspect you are among the best treated prisoners in the complex. In your dark solitude you've mulled over events in your mind. As best as you can figure, someone must have realized that Fulgrim had kept from you your father's letter, and seized at the opportunity to frame you for his poisoning using a convenient wave of circumstantial evidence. It is fortunate that your master burned the letter, or your case would be wholly lost.
>...

>>12540345
That's the major flaw of /tg/ quests, either idiots make stupid decisions and the DM goes with it or trolls who damn well know better make decisions and the DM picks those. Not the DM's fault, but such is the way it goes, maybe we should ask the Alchemist where the servant is who got him? If we can find her, we might be able to find evidence that she set this all up. I will damn well suggest we bring some offensive tools with us though. Shit could get nasty, yo.

I'm tempted to request Dissonant Serenity with this... but that wouldn't run with our character very well
Calmly: "No, I didn't kill him. Wish I had. At least I got to watch him die. If I HAD killed him, I would have used a more ironic delivery."

A guard with musket lazily shouldered unlocks your chamber; two figures stand behind him in the torchlight shadows.
"Visitors, young master," the guard says with a commoner's accent. He leaves a torch in the previously empty wall sconce and waits outside the cell door, within earshot and eyeshot.
"You should have just gotten this over with years ago, then I wouldn't even owe you this favor," a sharp female voice says. Lady Stelton steps into the dim light of your cell, smirking at you. Her manservant remains hooded and silent.
"I didn't do this," you say insistently. She chuckles. She is barely thirty, yet her eyes betray more age than the rest of her face, which is still coldly beautiful.
"It hardly matters if you did. They're going to wrap it around your neck; whoever set you up," she gives a knowing look, "if anyone did at all, they're going to be dripping honey in all the right ears when this comes to a real trial, and at the very least you'll lose your alchemist's appointment. I can make this go away."
You are wary of her involvement, but eager for assistance. "...go on..."
"The Empire's discovered some islands across the sea; it's a journey of many months. I've managed my father's political assets well, and I have more influence than he ever did shut up in his lab. I can put you on that boat, and get these charges lost in the paperwork. You'll be gone for years, overseeing the study of foreign lands. By the time you get back, few will remember the murder of Giles Fulgrim, who didn't have particularly many friends, and fewer will care."
>...

>>12540553
Wrong.

We figured the wine was poisoned. We wanted the bastard dead and didn't care.

>>12540642
"And you wouldn't happen to employ a certain servant girl with a penchant for delivering wine, would you?"

>>12540642
are we still in Heroic BSOD mode or could we jokingly ask whether or not she had anything to do with our predicament in the first place?
and, of course, why she is interested in helping us. she could just let us get hanged as a murderer and be rid of whatever she feels she owes us...

You mull the possibilities over in your mind. Gone for years? Is it worth it? Can you beat these charges on your own? Stelton leans in.
"There's nothing left for you here. Go, and come back a stronger man. And never ask me for a favor again."
You heave a sigh, staring at the blank stone for a few moments before nodding slowly. The exploration of far-off lands...and the guarantee of your appointment to court Alchemist...
Yes.

>Meanwhile, back in the present

>>12540642
Damn, so we only just left? Sounds like we might have some people remembering this after all.

>Meanwhile, in the past, because that's a good question...

"And you wouldn't happen to employ a certain servant girl with a penchant for delivering wine, would you?" you ask, smiling grimly.
Stelton's face betrays no reaction, but her thin lips slowly turn up in a careful smile.
"If I wanted Fulgrim dead, I would have killed him five years ago, or any of the other chances since then. And I would have made the touch more...personal." She shakes her head. "No, whoever did this probably meant to catch you up in the net of consequence, and I have nothing against you, Gillivers. I think you're just adorable, and more importantly, I -don't- think you're any great threat to me."

>>12540733
"Not a threat. But perhaps a use, hrmm?"

>>12540652
I did mention trolls in that post right? Yes I did, moving on, have I mentioned I look like Goku? No, well, there you have it, I may also have similar features to Vegeta, but anyway, back to the quest at hand...

So these are the islands that we just returned from in in non-flashback time? Or something else? Either way, I am not liking this deal. It would have been much more convenient for her to let us die, thus not owning us any favors, as well as cover up how damn easy it was for Fulgrim to almost kill her father, and now who ever was trying to set us up is going to think we have friends in high places, meaning they will be even harder to find should we decide to go looking for them, cause without this chick, you can bet your asses we would be executed as an easy excuse.

>>12540687
>>guarantee of your appointment to court Alchemist...
Wait, how is this happening?

>Meanwhile, in the past, because that's a good question...

Well played.

>>12540758
>they need a Court Alchemist to head the mission. Stelton's pulling strings. I forgot to put it in there in the rush to get back to the present, my bad y'all.

>in the fucking present already

The Blackheed estate swallows you like a forest, the carefully tended trees in stark contrast to the tall grassy hills surrounding the estate. Blackheed strides ahead of you towards the mansion proper, occasionally looking back with obvious concern at your strange group. You smile, what you hope is disarmingly. He nods awkwardly before passing through the front doors of the manor. Servants bow as you enter, and Blackheed sweeps you along in his footsteps through plush carpeted rooms and into a well-stocked library/study. He waves the servants off, closing the doors himself after scooting Dask'tchk in with the side of a foot. Wiping his forehead and sighing, he turns to you, gesturing to the variety of comfortable-looking chairs throughout the room.
"Erm...what in the name of...why are you here?" he says, obviously upset.

>>12540841
"Isn't it obvious with another one of your people here being with me?"

>>12540841
"We need your help."

>>12540841
"I heard you have the most wonderful tea and crumpets."

>>12540885
I like this, followed up with "Why do you bloody well THINK I'm here?"

>>12540927
Jolly good, but we aren't British, chap.

>>12540954
I fail to see the problem.

>>12540967
Pip pip cheerio!

"I heard you had the most wonderful tea and crumpets," you say, with a deadpan stare. "Why in the Abyss do you THINK I'm here?"
"We need your help," Fierna says quietly, untying the bonnet from her head, her long ears springing out, twitching as she sighs.
"Birand and I came through the rift and helped this man, Bertram Gillivers, escape the fate of his comrades. I flew him here in the hopes that he would warn his people, but we were followed. My craft was damaged in the fight."
"Why is...that...with you?" Blackheed says, gesturing to Dask, who is napping in the center of the floor.
"Stowaway," Sebastian offers.
"What do you need?" Blackheed asks, looking to you. "I can keep her safe, obviously," he gestures to Fierna, who nods. "beyond that, what do you wish of me?"

>>12541019
Tea and crumpets, for starters.

>>12541019
News, for one thing. I've been out of touch for some months, and I daresay that my reappearance is likely to be rather rough for me politically. What's been happening?

>>12541019
that was basically what we wanted you for but any aid you can give in convincing this world that it needs to work together to put up a proper resistance would be welcome

News. Contacts: Who can we trust?

If this resistance has people here, then so does the main army.

>>12541019
And any idea on how our foe might respond if they find out we're trying to warn everyone about them. If it might speed up the invasion, we might have to play a really stealthy game here.

>>12541019
"Speedy transportation to the capital, and the support of your servants and allies there--a letter signed and stamped by you should prove sufficient. Lodging at the capital if you have any residences there. Sebastion, am I forgetting anything obvious?"

>>12541061
>TempDM
>not dead
sweet

>>12541075
>>Not yet
>>Who is this
>>Why are we not focusing on the glory of Alchemyquest?

>>12541091
Because your face.

>>12541109
>>my face

>>12541037
>Oh yeah, I almost forgot
>Reputation: PROBABLY A MURDERER

"News, for one thing. I've been out of touch for some months, and I daresay that my reappearance is likely to be rather rough for me politically. What's been happening?"
Blackheed sighs. "The Emperor's been in a gridlock with the Confeds, and with the house of nobles. He's trying to make peace, to get an exchange going, but all they want is to show the Imperium how much better than us they are, and all the nobles want is war."
"Who can I trust? Your people have plants in our government, and presumably the main army does as well."
Blackheed nods as well. "It's difficult to try and uncover plants on this end without risking exposing myself, but spies on the home side of the Rift have discovered a few sleeper agents, mostly servants or artisans sitting on local guilds. I have the distinction of being the highest-ranked 'invader' in your world," he says with a small smile. "To tell the truth, after being here for so many years, I've grown quite used to the comforts of this place. I hardly even miss the arcane air anymore. I can get you a list of those contacts, by the way, though I believe you move in high enough circles that most aren't worth worrying about."
"Well then...speedy transportation to the capital, and the support of your servants and allies there--a letter signed and stamped by you should prove sufficient. Lodging at the capital if you have any residences there. Sebastion, am I forgetting anything obvious?"
Sebastian shrugs. "I haven't really been listening."

>>12541091
>merely professing my joy over the vitality of one of my favourite /tg/ DMs
>I'm just anon
>already wrote my response to StonerDMs post and am unsuccessfully attempting small talk during the brief interlude while he writes up his next post

>>12541177
How easy is it for him to contact the invaders? Would that also apply to their other agents in the empire? If so, would us suddenly appearing and informing the empire about an invasion possibly cause the invasion to occur sooner or would the invaders not care and stick with their plans?

>>12541177
Does he have the technical knowledge or replacement parts to possibly repair the ship we came with. That way Fierna might be able to go back to the island and see what's going on and see if her companion survived.

>>12541177
Can you post our current day stats, including updated reputation?

>>12541177
"You might want to make a habit of it in the future, Sebastian. Listening, that is. We can't afford to relax anymore, I fear. Lord Blackheed, do you suppose that we could have a meal and some rest here before moving on? I am not looking forward to my sudden return, particularly in the company of only a few survivors from my vessel. There will likely be suspicion to deal with, and I'd appreciate a short break before needing to worry about it."

>>12541213
Basically what he's saying is tea and crumpets.

.>>12541211
Alchemical Formulae Known:
-Sunsphere, defensive weapon
-Dragon's Blood, offensive weapon
-Smokebomb, defensive/utility
-Shadowdust, utiliy
-Arms and Ammunition, Apprentice-level
-Medicine, Novitiate-level
OTHER EQUIPMENT:
-Pepperpot Blunderbuss
-Eagle Eyes, binocular/magnifying lenses
-Phosphorescent Glove/Firestarter
-Armor-plated Robe, Medium

Reputation:
>SELFLESS+
>POTENTIALLY UNTRUSTWORTHY
>PROBABLY A MURDERER

ALLIES/HENCHMEN
Sebastian- An imperial rifleman sworn as your personal bodyguard for the duration of the expedition. He has indicated his continued participation in guarding your back.
Fierna- A lithe, magically-gifted woman from beyond the Second Sun, a tear in space through which her race plans to conquer your world and exterminate your people. She believes a peace can be reached.
Dask'tchk- A small goblinoid, of what Fierna's people call the Trechlan. Reveres you and other humanoids as sort of god-figures, and has yet to prove himself useful, or even really trustworthy.
-Four other dudes. They're not important.

>>12541177
we can probably trust the good Lady Stelton. Whether or not she'll help us is another question though.
My Reasoning:
She Sent us to the Island, so either she was just repaying her debt to us by saving our lives OR she knew something the rest of us didn't.
IF she knew, then she would have either sent us in hopes that we died or that we survived. If she had hopes that we would die there then she might as well have let us be hanged and if she didn't want us to die there then she would probably be open to helping us in informing the rest of the world about it.
If she didn't know, then it's really a moot point. (though I consider this possibility quite improbable)

There is of course the possibility that she sent us to lead the expedition to ensure that it failed (us being very inexperienced and incompetent)

>>12541258
We can't trust her. She helped us for seemingly no reason. She must have an ulterior motive.

>>12541252
>>Fierna- A lithe, magically-gifted woman from beyond the Second Sun, a tear in space through which her race plans to conquer your world and exterminate your people. She believes a peace can be reached.
>>Fierna- A lithe, magically-gifted woman
>>lithe

We need to bang her before we go.

drawfag anon is back. I haven't gotten a chance to read a word more of the archives at all today, and I sped right to /tg/ to see this thread already in progress.
Epic as always StonerDM; though I... always feel sad when somebody dies, even if they deserve it :(

I like this Fierna, she's my kind of person! Peace is great. can we get more description next time on what our main 4 people look like?

>>12541252
>-Four other dudes. They're not important.
For values of "They're not important" which mean "they owe us their lives and are some of the only other people in the world who will believe us fully about the whole alien invasion thing". Which is to say, they're the best shot we have at getting a few trustworthy agents working for us immediately.

"You might want to make a habit of it in the future, Sebastian. Listening, that is. We can't afford to relax anymore, I fear. Lord Blackheed, do you suppose that we could have a meal and some rest here before moving on? I am not looking forward to my sudden return, particularly in the company of only a few survivors from my vessel. There will likely be suspicion to deal with, and I'd appreciate a short break before needing to worry about it."
Blackheed nods slowly. "I can set you up in Hierotoria, I have some apartments I use when attending the house of nobles. I...I have heard of you, Master Gillivers. Being the sole survivor of your voyage is not going to look good given your...other suspicions. I doubt people will give you the time of day if you come in spouting nonsense about invaders. The Emperor would probably back you if you could make yourself appear trustworthy, however; a foreign opponent is just what the Imperium needs to form a strong alliance with the Confederacy. Until then, you may stay here. I will supply you with a coach to carry you the rest of the way to the capital." He moves over to where Dask'tchk is sniffling in his sleep, legs twitching like a dreaming dog.
"What, er...what should I do with this?"

>>12541328
Give him a sword and some armor.

>>12541328
"Not exactly the sole survivor, thankfully."
>As for Dask'tchk:
"Evidence that we're not lying, I suppose. He'll have to come with me. Just my luck."

"Not exactly the sole survivor, thankfully," you say, gesturing to the other sailors. "As for Dask...he'll have to come with me. At best, he's some proof of what I'm talking about. At worst, I can pass him off as a homonculus. An ugly, ugly homonculus."
Blackheed nods, though he seems somewhat critical of the idea.
"Very well then. I'll have the cooks begin preparing a fine meal. I've been to the island, before; you'll be wanting some real Imperial food, I imagine," he says with a grin.

>any other questions you'd like to ask/niggas you'd like to talk to before we move along?

Bang Fierna/whatever her name is.

Question. We have
>>-Arms and Ammunition, Apprentice-level
>>-Medicine, Novitiate-level

Can we improve our skill in those as a standard upgrade? Will we get a bonus to crafting upgrades if we're using those?

I'm thinking that developing method of quickly healing injury (potion or otherwise) would be quite a good idea at our next opportunity.

>>12541432
or at least describe what she looks like.

>>12541432
You know, if we described the bedroom skills of the elf women firsthand, we'd have more than a few people willing to fight their army and subjugate the lot.

>>12541432
She is in our debt after all, yes?

>>12541423
We might want to spend some time training Dask. If he's supposed to be our homonculus in the worst case scenario, we're going to need to be able to control it at least a little.

Alternatively, talk to Blackheed about his people's technology perhaps. We took parts from the ship and maybe he can provide some insight into how we might be able to use it for our own needs. If we could, it would help prove an outside force is going to invade us.

>>12541468
I second this. Blackheed and Fierna both should explain as much about their technology's specifics as possible; perhaps we can come to a new realization on its application before we leave for/reach the capital.

>>12541444
Fierna has long, Deedlit-ass ears, blond hair, and the armor of the foreign elves, a black skin-tight affair cut through with veins of blue light, though she's currently wearing commoner's dress. Beyond that, I welcome your imagination/interpretation.
>>12541442
You can dedicate time and study to improving those skills, which will help your combat/weaponsmithing and first aid/surgery skills, respectively. It could also affect your crafting efforts.

>>12541423
Thank him and have dinner. See if there's a proper alchemist's lab available afterward; we could do with a few more vials of our various concoctions.

Also, we should meet with our sailors and explain that we'll be mostly friendless and alone on this one, and could really use a few reliable agents whom others are less likely to watch constantly. So if they're feeling willing to be the first bits of our espionage network, the offer's open.

DAMN IE! ATE MY POST!

QUICK POST:
- Lady Stelton first thought to pay off debt, but since Bertram disclaim the murder, he is now in debt instead
- Blackheed is space elf?
- Keep Trechlan with Bertram
- How does our Rep work out to be?
- Is Bertram disillusioned enough to start going to Sons of Freedom or trying to usurp the Emperor?
- If not, what other contacts in the Empire does Bertram have?
- Contact Lady Stelton anyway, she is Bertram's inofficial patron in the end

>>12541466
>"Here, get on this ship and I'll get you out of this hellhole before you're slaughtered."
>"Drop the panties bitch, you owe"
Never change, /tg/.

>>12541514
Yeah... Let's not do that. We've been playing Bertram as a gent and he already has a potential love interest. If we can find her again, heh.

>>12541514
>>12541537
Fierna offer is something he not refuse if given though yes?

>I'ma take a minute since there are so many new people in here that might not get through the archives tonight.

AlchemyQuest Sparknotes
Hushblades- Black ops, court espionage, assassins and information gatherers in the service of most nobles.
Elegy- A childhood friend of yours who disappeared about six years ago. Had a dream to be a Hushblade, but WHO KNOWS IF THAT EVER HAPPENED, RIGHT?
While you were on the island you received a note detailing a plot to assassinate you using a Hushblade embedded in the crew. The note was signed by members of the Freedom's Sons.
Magic and Alchemy work because of a substance not fully understood, which manifests physically as will-o-wisps of blue light. All the magic in your world has leaked in through the Second Sun, a rift in the sky that leads to Fierna's world.
I think that's all the really important shit.

>The note was signed by members of the Freedom's Sons.
FFFFFFFFF- I hadn't realized that until now. I wonder if our father really was involved with them...

>>12541553
>Has anyone really been far even as decided to use even go want to do look more like?

Dude, I'm sorry, but I have no idea what you're saying.

>>12541571
Probably, which if nothing else gives us an in with a clandestine organization. We certainly need to find our friends somewhere.

>>12541577
I believe it was along the lines of "If Fierna offers, we wouldn't refuse right?"

I doubt she'd offer. At the moment, she's pretty much the stereotypical "Oh my, look at the natives. How droll. Let's give them something shiny to keep them occupied and be on our way." in some ways at this time. We're gonna have to be awesome for that to ever happen. Although I suppose sniping the 2 enemy craft was awesome.

>>12541587
yes we are awesome and she will want us

I'm sure she's hot and stuff but like, let's have a little bit of class.

Either Blackheed's cooks pull out some serious stops, or the man eats like a king on a daily basis. A tender suckling pig glistening with juices forms the centerpiece of a cavalcade of meats, fruits, cheeses, and veritable fountains of wine.
"To the Imperium," Blackheed toasts. "May it withstand the eons." The implications hang heavily over the table, and everyone clinks their glasses with no further dialogue for several moments.
Dask'tchk looks miserable in homonculus garments, his tattered hide cloak having been taken from him. Over the course of the afternoon you've gotten him to come when he's called and to hold onto objects without gnawing on them.
"Gillivers," Fierna says as you begin to eat. "I have been meaning to thank you. For shooting down our pursuers, and for not turning me over to your council of Alchemists. You are a truly honorable example of your race. If more humans were like you..." she laughs, a single short syllable, and looks almost embarrassed. "If...more of my people were like you, I would be confident that we could avoid a war. At best, I am merely hopeful."
She raises her glass to the table.
"To Gillivers!"
"To Gillivers!" the table echoes.
"Grulliblagh," Dask gargles cheerfully.

>>12541700
Give a toast to them I suppose. It's thanks to her we're alive in the first place and thanks to Blackheed we'll have a chance to make the empire survive. A toast to cooperation or something?

>>12541700
see she wants us

>>12541721
Or to survival.

>"Grulliblagh," Dask gargles cheerfully.

D'awww.

>>12541722
Unless Blackheed has told her something about the amazing lovemaking that the primitives have--or the elves are REALLY into "free love"--I think you're being a bit too hopeful.

>>12541764
Speaking of cultural practices, this dinner might be a good opportunity to get more information about the invader's culture and governmental structure. We got a bit of information about it, but we could do with more. Including, from the pragmatic side of things, who needs to die on the invader's side if the war is going to end with a minimum of bloodshed.

>>12541776
I like the culture info idea. Sure their agents may have been in the empire for a long time but there might be certain habits or traditions they just couldn't shake that could lead us to noticing some of their planted agents that won't be friendly.

You raise your glass in turn.
"To cooperation," you intone, then, more somberly, "...to survival."
"Here here," Blackheed says.

"Tell me, if you would," you say sometime later, when the rate of consumption is finally slowing. "How does your technology work? Are there any weaknesses, or strengths, that we could make use of here?'
Blackheed licks his fingertips around a mouthful of pork.
"The greatest advantage you...we...have at this time is that this world is not densely arcane enough to consistently fuel war machines that draw their power from the magic of the land; in order to bring their full power to bear on you, they will have to permanently fuse our worlds, flooding this one with magical energy. Energy that you can use. That's why the element of surprise is so valuable to them, and also why you cannot risk exposing yourself needlessly. They will take the advantage of surprise before any other tactic. For our part, we can feed you 'miraculous innovations' based on our technology, though they will require an amount of arcane energy that will be puzzling to your peers."

>>12541803
Then we must become the Dr. Frankenstein of this world.

>>12541803
So we can't show the technology we've captured as proof of invasion, because if their spies found out they'd crank their invasion scheme to full bore. This also means we can't even present our findings in open court--we'll have to get this information to the Imperial leadership quietly and covertly.

How are they planning to pass along the "miraculous innovations", and do they have a planned way for us to request certain things?

>>12541803
"As long as they are effective, I'm sure many will tirelessly attempt to figure out how they work but will use it regardless. The question is if how to let the cat out of the bag... We might need to quietly gain allies before we begin to spread the word on this invasion."

"As long as they are effective, I'm sure many will tirelessly attempt to figure out how they work but will use it regardless. The question is if how to let the cat out of the bag... We might need to quietly gain allies before we begin to spread the word on this invasion."
"I would highly recommend it," Blackheed says. "Aside from the warhawk/peacemonger dichotomy beyond the Rift, our culture is a unified one. Yours is fragmented, often hostilely so, and while this makes for an interesting cultural study, it will not serve you well during war. You need as many allies as you can possibly gather without drawing attention to yourself."
"Speaking of your unified culture," you say. "And to guide the talk away from strategy and doomsaying, what sort of culture is it exactly?"
"We are ruled by a Primarchate, a dozen or more of our wisest minds made interminably united in a single intellect. When one of their bodies finally gives away, we choose from among our number one to join. Occasionally someone will distinguish themselves enough to warrant membership in addition to those already within the group mind. We place all our trust in these individuals-made-individual. This system streamlines dissent within the group mind itself, so their decisions are pre-deliberated from among their many consciousnesses, and are generally accepted without debate. That is part of the reason for such widespread support of the war effort."

>>12541937
"And none from your world consider that they've grown corrupt in their authority?"

"So, what's sex like where you're from?"

>>12541937
"Fascinating. Where is this Primarchate located--must all the members be physically present in one place?

And will it need to be the Primarchate that is convinced that the war is not a good idea, or would subordinate generals be able to call it off?"

>>12541951
How long lived is their race? I'm wondering if corruption does exist in their Primarchate, it may be due to someone manipulating who was on it over time so they basically control it.

>>12541983
Or just that fact that power goes to people's heads.

>>12541951
"And none from your world consider that they've grown corrupt in their authority?"
Blackheed spreads his hands, looking around him.
"Here I sit. Obviously some of us do, but the majority has grown complacent and fat on the Primarchate's wisdom throughout the years. I admit myself this seems the only instance in which they have been steered wrong. Perhaps it is we who are wrong, and they are merely detached enough to realize which course of action would best benefit our race, but I cannot live comfortably on soil won by genocide and conquest.
"Wasn't your world unified through conquest?" you ask.
"Wasn't your Empire unified through conquest?" Blackheed counters. "That does not mean all Imperials are war thirsty. It is a poor man that lives his life based solely on the examples of his others. A man who looks around him and sees only his betters is a poor example of a man."

>>12542004
"Well fuck. Shit's complicated all over the place, I guess."

Reiterating these
>>12541980
>>12541983
>>How are they planning to pass along the "miraculous innovations", and do they have a planned way for us to request certain things?

>>12542030
By us looking like a genius.

>>12541983
>The elves live much longer than humans, something Fierna has commented on more than once.
"Fascinating. Where is this Primarchate located--must all the members be physically present in one place? And will it need to be the Primarchate that is convinced that the war is not a good idea, or would subordinate generals be able to call it off?"
Blackheed thinks for a moment. "The Primarchate's seat is in the center of our greatest city. Once a Primarch's body joins the group mind it never leaves. They live only to serve and advance our race. Convincing them would be...difficult. A dozen egos all acting in synergy, and bolstered by the popular notion that they are the most brilliant members of their race; that is a difficult opponent to debate. The other option is to foment a revolution, which would hopefully be over as quickly as possible, but is nevertheless something best avoided. Perhaps a show of force on the part of humanity can force a peace."
Fierna nods in agreement; this was the plan of action she mentioned earlier; illustrate to the invaders that the element of surprise is lost and that the only way to victory is through a grueling slaughterhouse of a war, and suddenly peace talks seem like a much more reasonable option.

>>12542052
"What if others were able to forceably enter into their groupmind? Some of your kind that share your opinions? Maybe even a few humans?"

"So, the mind of one man --or woman-- filled with ideals and hopes for the future, is thrust upon this monst-- This amalgamation of numerous past great minds, who if infer correctly, did not die along with their bodies? Would one tiny voice be capable to steer the direction of an ancient leviathan to a different direction?" Bertram stops himself and grimaces. He is putting words into his host's mouth. It is not right to assume, to stain a hypothesis with his own, darkly remembered. experiences...

"My apologies. Surely a civilization as advanced as yours have something in to remedy or prevent such... Intricacy."

Damn. Slow typing.

>>12542052
>>Convincing them would be...difficult

(Not when we know where they are. We need an exact location--because if we have several highly skilled hushblades hidden inside elven armor travel to the Primarchate's location, we can end this war with a sigh. Obviously, our elven friends ought not to know about this possible plan.)

"Are all members of your race free to go where they please, or are your actions restricted?"

>>12542052
"Has anyone recently won access into the Primarchate due to their deeds? Perhaps deeds of conquest?"

And I now collapse from fatigue. See you next time StonerDM.

>>12542120
And then Elegy was the hero of this tale.

>>12542079
>FLAAAAVOOOOOOOR
"So, the mind of one man --or woman-- filled with ideals and hopes for the future, is thrust upon this monst-- This amalgamation of numerous past great minds, who if infer correctly, did not die along with their bodies? Would one tiny voice be capable to steer the direction of an ancient leviathan to a different direction?" You stop yourself, grimacing somewhat. These theories are becoming personally edged.
"What if others were able to forceably enter into their groupmind? Some of your kind that share your opinions? Maybe even a few humans?"
Blackheed looks at you blankly. Fierna coughs softly. The silence goes on for far too long. Blackheed blinks several times, taking a long sip of wine.
"Let me make something perfectly clear, Master Gillivers. We are strongly opposed to the genocidal conquest of your race. We are strongly in favor of peace. What we are not in favor of is the subservience of our race, of our culture's heart and soul, albeit flawed, to a foreign intelligence, if such a thing were even possible. We wish for co-existence, but we will not be stamped out." he points a thin finger across the table. "Make no mistake, if your people will not have peace, if they fester with the same greed as our Primarchate, there will be no voices calling for war louder than our own."
Fierna makes a small cough again. Blackheed slowly calms.
"I am sorry. There are obvious cultural gaps between us. The Primarchate may be mistaken, and we may act against it, but it is a sacrosanct institution, and your suggestion is...repugnant to me."

>So...much...typing. Fingers crossed on more bitchin' illustrations from that mystery drawfag, though, those things were solid as fuck.

>>12542199
>To clarify, I'm not quitting for the night, just complaining

>>12542199
aw thanks. Almost done one, reading both archives and this thread intently and trying to draw at the same time.
So... if I understand this right... Fierna has black eyes, right?

>>12542170
"I neither spoke, nor felt, any intent of stamping down upon your people. I understand now that the idea of a human joining the collective mind is greatly disturbing to you, but as I saw it, it could bring our people to a unity not otherwise possible. However, it does not need to be a human by any means--why not a member of your own anti-war movement?"

"Well excuse me for my bluntness. I didn't intend to offend you, and I by no means meant to imply that I hoped for your people's will to be subverted." Pause for a minute to seem deep. "But the fact is, our worlds' are colliding. Sooner or later, all will be one. And even if we were able to unite my people here, and prevent a war, or at least stop it with haste, there would still be two powers directly opposed to each others existence." Look contemplative as fuck. "If your Primarchate were to gain a human perspective in addition to your own, it could herald a unification. Not just of our cultures, but of our people."

>>12542154
>>Switch characters mid-quest
>>Go shank the hivemind
>>Return to original character's arms
>>???
>>Profit

>>12542223
>Um...sure, why not. Let me level with you, physical details are made up by me on the fly the vast majority of the time. I'm going to say right now that there are probably some contradictory descriptions SOMEWHERE in the archives. I promise to keep actual plotholes to a minimum. If you want to illustrate characters, you have as much free reign as you want, as long as Gillivers is a dude, Fierna's ears be long, etc. If you really want me to work out specific details, shoot me an email and we can do that too.

>>it could herald a unification. Not just of our cultures, but of our people
he said, making a lewd motion with one of the pickles on the table and waggling his eyebrows.

>>12542261

"I neither spoke, nor felt, any intent of stamping down upon your people. I understand now that the idea of a human joining the collective mind is greatly disturbing to you, but as I saw it, it could bring our people to a unity not otherwise possible. However, it does not need to be a human by any means--why not a member of your own anti-war movement?"
Blackheed waves a hand.
"You meant nothing by it. However, given our peoples' long lifespans, new members to the Primarchate are rare, and the ritual to bond a new mind is a lengthy, ritualistic, and carefully presided affair. We would be unable to forcefully implant other intelligences within the group mind."
You pause thoughtfully for a moment, before speaking slowly.
"The fact is, our worlds are colliding. Sooner or later, all will be one. And even if we were able to unite my people here, and prevent a war, or at least stop it with haste, there would still be two powers directly opposed to each others existence." You look contemplative for a few seconds, approaching fuck-comparable levels of contemplativeness. "If your Primarchate were to gain a human perspective in addition to your own, it could herald a unification. Not just of our cultures, but of our people."
Blackheed grimaces for a split second before smiling politely.
"I understand your context, and I am sure some would agree with you. But we are two very different peoples with two different histories, different cultures; we are from different worlds! I am in favor of coexistence, but not the dissolution of our culture's distinctiveness. Do you believe there can be no peace between our two cultures as distinct entities? Can you believe that many of your Court Alchemists would be jumping at the chance to sacrifice their individuality for the sake of a foreign group mind?"
Fierna remains silent, ears twitching slightly as she nibbles at a fruit pudding.

>>12542261
>>12542280
Okay.
Okay

...

I lol'd

"My apologies..." Wonder if he truly is a noble, or if killed someone else to get to the rank. Think of the implication of elven longevity to deep cover infiltration and vengeance schemes. "Lord Blackheed."

"If you have been here long enough, you would certainly heard of the many faults of our own Court," indicating those human present, "And despite my own misgivings, I do still want to believe in my own liege lord. But certainly I WANT to improve on the system."

>>12542312
Look serious. Look like our father would. "I believe you'd lose count of those who would give anything to stop what will be coming."

>>12542312
"I'm sure I can think of a few alchemists who would be willing. That said, I suspect the peace we will see otherwise will fall along the nature of the phrase: 'If you want peace, prepare for war.'

At any rate, this was merely a suggestion. Although, since the subject has been broached, what about the creation of a second collective mind, comprised of members of both races, meant solely to foster diplomacy?"

(A single hushblade, then, could leave it as the only collective mind, should that prove necessary.)

>>12542312
Think. Deflate.
"Given that, I suppose most wouldn't, the selfish power hoarder they are. The logical, they would rue the loss of individuality. The few that are willing, probably too stupid to be of use, or too willing to part from their body for some selfish grab for immortality..."

Morose, about the lack of ability one can do, talent or position notwithstanding."Then, which am I, to actually consider it for a moment? The unthinking arrogant? Or the selfish coward?"

"My apologies...Lord Blackheed." You wonder if Lord Blackheed was a real person, and if he died to provide this man with his deep cover.
"I believe you'd lose count of those who would give anything to stop what will be coming. Although, since the subject has been broached, what about the creation of a second collective mind, comprised of members of both races, meant solely to foster diplomacy?"
Blackheed shrugs. "This is a discussion for more minds than ours, and a discussion to be had with full knowledge and consent of both our peoples. For now, let us focus on stopping my people from becoming butchers, and yours from becoming ghosts."

ok you wanted me to wing it, I've wung it.

if you want something changed please tell me.

it's hard to read two things at once :( my feeble mind isn't good at multitasking.

>>12542420
Uh, this time I include the file.

>>12542420
Nice picture, fag.

>>"Are all members of your race free to go where they please, or are your actions restricted?"
>>How are they planning to pass along the "miraculous innovations", and do they have a planned way for us to request certain things?
Seconding these.

>>12542426
Fierna looks like a little kid! Boner = gone.

>>12542426
Nice! What's on her arms?

>>12542426
>Adaw, Fierna looks so sad
Awesome picture. Gillivers does not look like a man who takes any shit. And the level of detail you put into this is just ridiculously cool.
>>12542432
>DEALWITHIT.JPG

Soldier dude looks like one of those dudes from Lupin 3.

>>12542466
That is most likely Sebastion.

"Are all members of your race free to go where they please, or are your actions restricted?"
Blackheed smiles. "I think I see where you're going with this. Access to the Primarchate is heavily restricted, much like audiences with Lassivar himself. Actual armed guards are fairly scarce, but expect that to change once the planar link is fully established."

"How are they planning to pass along the "miraculous innovations", and do they have a planned way for us to request certain things?"
"We can maintain a correspondence once you are in the capital, and schematics can be passed to you fairly easily. Of course, I fully expect that as the presence of wisp energy increases you and other Alchemists will be pouring out innovation after innovation."

>>12542487
That's what I assumed. I had nothing in my head for how Sebastian looked, and I'm definitely okay with this illustration being canon.

>>12542504
Lassivar?

>>12542432
great, now we can focus less on boning her and more on everything else at all, ever!

>>12542440
I don't know... :( you tell me.

>>12542516
>>12542487
yeah. Sorry if it's not immediately obvious.

>>12542519
Lassivar IV is the Emperor of your nation, a powerful but publicly elusive figure that keeps the council of the Court Alchemists, who also keep him alive with potent tonics and reagents.

>>12542504
>>Blackheed smiles. "I think I see where you're going with this. Access to the Primarchate is heavily restricted, much like audiences with Lassivar himself. Actual armed guards are fairly scarce, but expect that to change once the planar link is fully established."
Wave him off, look a bit irritated at the 'misunderstanding'. "No, I mean within the countryside and cities. We'll be much more able to defend ourselves if we can have people watching for large bodies of troops mustering and moving toward the portals between worlds. That way, rather than a constant show of force, we could have a seemingly much larger army at certain occasions."

>>12542521
>I don't know... :( you tell me.

D: But you are the artist!

>>12542552
well, shit.
They're because I misread a line rereading the archives. Nevermind.

You wave your hand slightly, shaking your head. "No, I mean within the countryside and cities. We'll be much more able to defend ourselves if we can have people watching for large bodies of troops mustering and moving toward the portals between worlds. That way, rather than a constant show of force, we could have a seemingly much larger army at certain occasions."
Blackheed waves a finger.
"You do not understand. The planar overly will occur, when it occurs, all across our worlds. There won't be any portals between our worlds because our worlds will be one and the same. We will be everywhere you are. I'm not exact on the particulars of it...i don't believe there will be any actual melding of land, buildings, and such."

>>12542565
Still curious as to what they were. Not that they look bad.

Though the line design reminds me of Nia in the latter half of Gurren Lagann.

>Captcha too hilarious to ignore

>>12542569
They want to HALVE the amount of livable land?! We can't let this overlay occur if we really want peace. Hell, how do they expect not to lose large numbers of citizenry in the process of this? Imagine a city center dropping into the garrison of a nervous army unit who are twitching for an expected war...

>>12542587
>There will be no overlay of land, buildings, and such

>>12542462
So Fierna indeed looks like a girl barely out of her puberty? I thought she looks at least human-twenty or so.

>>12542602
>From AQ5:
>"They appear basically human, except that they are far more slender around the face, with very pronounced cheek and jawbones. Their ears must have been slotted into the streamlined extensions on their helmets, for they are at least six inches long and end in soft points. The female's left eye is a solid blue orb, but other than that these physical discrepancies they appear normal."

As far as I know that's the only physical description of Fierna, so the only real problem is that one of her eyes isn't solid.

>>12542569

So they'd halve the amount of living space. That's a desperate move by any account. I'm thinking if they're willing to do that, they're going to need more than just a show of force to dissuade them. Furthermore, we'd need to have military units all throughout the land at key areas, not just massed near portals (technically they'd still need massing, but you couldn't draw a real line of battle the same way). So they're attacking now before this happens... why? To draw our forces into a single location where the can be easily avoided during the merger would make sense, but I don't think that's it--are they seriously expecting a full collapse of the human military and government before this happens?

Are they going to have the full amount of magic when it's done? I remember something about magic being 50/50--is that when the merging begins or after it's ended?

>>12542602
well, the archives said she had big doe-eyes and a childlike nose. They were small enough for Gill to carry, too, so... I just sort of assumed.

>>12542610
fuck, I haven't gotten that far yet.
I was sorta hoping someone'd mention this sort of thing when I asked how she looked :(

>>12542618
Don't sweat it. Like I said, I throw physical descriptions out there like a motherfucker, but all I'm ever really thinking about is trying to keep the plot straight.

>>12542616
Okay, apologies for my confusion. This is noted:
>>12542590
But so was this:
>>We will be everywhere you are.
So I assumed that one would replace the other, with the people being moved. But with my current understanding, it would be more like dropping a wall, correct?

>>12542616
>Magic is currently leaking from one world to the other. A 50/50 equilibrium will be achieved after a full overlay

>>12542628
I don't want to just tell you how it happens, because you don't really know. It's not going to be "suddenly your people are inside our people" however

>>12542618
Ah, that might be the wounded Watcher-dryad!

Fuck, Greek alphabet Captcha...

Holy shit, solid blue eye? We're asking her about that-NOT AT THE TABLE-as soon as we get a free chance alone.

>>12542633
I think this is correct, I remember us carrying a wounded dryad, but not Fierna.

>>12542636
laser eye pew pew

>>12542633
>Yeah, that was it. Drawsir, if you're back in the archives with the wounded Watchers, Fierna and Birand haven't shown up yet.

>>12542629
"So without the overlay, all magic is expected to leak from your world to ours, correct? Otherwise, having the overlay result in half the magic you began with seems useless. Do you know the current ratio, give or take, and about how fast it's transferring?

Too bad we can't just trade worlds..."

>>12542426
So this is Gillivers and Sebastion after capturing a nymph and putting a commoner's dress on her? I'm okay with this.

>>12542641
>>12542633
>>12542649

fuuuuck this is what happens when I leap into shit.

ok no more drawings ever until I'm 100% finished reading everything.

>>12542631
>ELVES INSIDE ME
>ELVES INSIDE YOU
>ELVES IN EVERYONE
>WAT DO?

>>12542675
I don't know, I thought that WAS one of them!

>>12542678
>>just lost the drawfriend

"So without the overlay, all magic is expected to leak from your world to ours, correct? Otherwise, having the overlay result in half the magic you began with seems useless. Do you know the current ratio, give or take, and about how fast it's transferring? Too bad we can't just trade worlds..."
"The arcane energies will leak through to a half-and-half ratio, at which point the magical advantage of our species will be lost. We're prepared to take a technological step back when the saturation of magic decreases, but the Primarchate wants a decisive victory before that saturation is lost to us. We're not sure about the rate of transference, but it's not enough to have the Primarchate too desperate to plan the long term."

>>12542675
Sebastion's expression takes a whole new meaning in that case.

>>12542678
Don't feel bad, we still love you.
But yeah, nigga, read them archives.

>>12542695
"Okay, that all makes sense then. After smacking my head in that landing, I wanted to make sure that I didn't get the details muddled. Being unclear or confused about things could result in a quick undoing of our efforts."

and now my embarassment will be archived for all future readers to see. Awesome.
>>12542718
>>12542689
yeah... yeah I'll go do that.

>>12542729
along with your crazy art skills. don't feel bad. i like the captured nymph explanation, it fits hilariously well.

>>12542729
>>12542678
noooooo

keep drawing

>>12542695
"Thus, your reasoning why putting up a show of arms from this side of the rift. If it costs too much-- Or it LOOKED like it will cost your side too much, w edo not want more blood wasted in this debacle; The Primarchate might be swayed for negotiation or truce?"

The dinner winds down as the expansive spread of food becomes a decimated landscape of bones and rinds. Gradually the survivors of the ship's crew drift away to the quarters arranged for them, and Dask climbs inside the remains of the suckling pig and goes to sleep amidst the juices and meats.
"I take my leave of you, goodsir Gillivers," Blackheed says. "I will speak with you again in the morning before your departure."
Fierna remains at the table, hair falling over her solid eye.

>You can talk to that bitch next week, i'm tired as fuck. Thread's been archived, give me your sweet sweet democracy. New folks: I try to run on Thursdays and Fridays at around 10:00. Do try and come back, we'll have some good times. Also the plot can advance at a steady rate now that there's no more flashbacks, though I did like going back and doing the flashbacks.

>>12542777
>>>You can talk to that bitch next week, i'm tired as fuck.

DAMMIT

Voting is here:

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=AlchemyQuest

Follow Link, and this is number 11. Let's show some appreciation for a well-run quest.

>>12542777
BUT HER EYE

WHY IS IS SOLID BLUE

WHYYYYY

>>12542675
>>12542738
>>12542697
"We must bring as many of them home as possible, Your Grace!"
"Uh, for science?"
"Uh, yea... For SCIENCE!"

Heh. But I think Sebastian is not like that. If anyone is, it's Gill, since he is our tg' sfigurehead...

>>12542797
>>Follow Link

>>12542798
Watch. We'll forget to ask next thread, and then we'll be away at the court, not to find out why until we get back.

When we finally return, she'll have been killed. AND WE WILL NEVER KNOW THE REASON.

>>12542822
and as she dies in your arms, you'll ask her, and she'll be all,
>haha... my eye... it's... it's to... t...

and then die.

>>12542822
>StonerDM denies responsibility

>>12542833
I laughed because how true that is.

I'm surprised either of our exposition allies have lived this long.

>>12542833
She'll have the reason in a journal (Blackheed will tell us this right before dying himself), which will be consumed in flame right when we pick it up.

>>12542859
It was Nyarlathotep all along.

>>12542777
>>Fierna remains at the table, hair falling over her solid eye.

SO HARD RIGHT NOW

>>12542822
No, we'll remember.

But she'll choke on the last piece of suckled pig right when we ask, and die.

We'll find a diary in her pocket with "Fierna <3 Gillivers" on the last page.

>>12542871
>>12542871
FFFFFFFFFFFFF-

>>12542871
Shapeshifters
Shapeshifters everywhere

>>12542871
"Damn you, Nyarly! Damn you!"

Why do we only have 2 votes for this on sup/tg/?

Come on, people!

>There is a snap of fingers, the hiss of phosphorous, and the hawklike face of Giles Fulgrim, your talented, stern, and occasionally cruel Master Alchemist is illuminated by the glow of a chemical lamp.
>"Well, well, little Hushblades where they shouldn't be lurking, eh?" He sneers, familiar with your years of childish games. "The point of Hushblades," he continues, stalking towards you on stilt-like bony legs, "is not to get CAUGHT!"

I'm sure I need to read more about how detestable he is but... man, this is really sort of sad, now :(

>>12542942
I know what you mean. He might have been a cruel and bitter man, but he was by no means all bad. I think his withholding of the letter was in a way, meant to strengthen us--he wanted us to not have family bonds holding us back. Heck, even his dying words were to praise us.

>>12542966
I believe he is doing what he THOUGHT and BELIEVED to be best for Bertram. Too bad he does it with cruelty and with too much glee to be truly benevolent.

>>12543013
>I believe he is doing what he THOUGHT and BELIEVED to be best for Bertram.
Given that you can never KNOW what you are doing is the best for someone, I fail to see the problem.

>>12543013
>>12543053
no teacher is truly benevolent.
it's the ones that get the angriest that always really care the most, right??

Good thread, StonerBro.

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