Where do you put your mouth on the whistle?

Why, the head of course.

Is there a kitten in the cap?

>>13305348
The /g/entleman makes a fine inquiry, sir.

What's in the box?

>>13305334
>A small bottle with an equally small tree inside
I'll take one.

>>13305359
No kitten, it's wriggling on its own.

>A small bottle with an equally small tree inside
Cute. I'll take it. Hope it doesn't turn into a giant man eating tree.

>>13305356
Where does the whistle sound come out?

>>13305368
The box is empty.
>>13305372
"Ah very good choice sir."

The shopkeeper stands, picks up the bottle gently with a gloved hand, wraps it in a fine fabric and hands it gingerly to you.

>>13305376
No kitten? What's the point, then?

I'll see it, though. Maybe it does something interesting.

>>13305378
>>13305372
If you only have one I'll (>>13305372
)pay 100 gold

>>13305390
Just above the buttocks, the small of the back where the rider would sit.

>>13305394
Thank you, and good day.

>>13305368
It's just a box!

Huh? What's in the box?

It's just a box!

>>13305378
"Oh I'm sorry sir, that gentlemen got the last one."

>>13305397
"Another fine choice!"

Grabbing the hat quickly, he stuffs it inside a small fabric bag and hands it to you.

>>13305414
I put the hat on.

What happen?

>>13305402
What does the whistle do when blown, other than presumably make a noise?

May I examine the box? I'd like to see if it has any ruins or sigils or other magically-charged lexography on it.

>>13305414
Ah ok. I'll take the box then.

Replacing the two lost items on his shelf, the shopkeeper produces...

>A brass butter knife
>A small index finger bone.

may i have the ring
>first sandinsu

I call the finger bone.

>>13305432
I remove the cork from the bottle, what happens?

>>13305420
It stops its wriggling and settles calmly on your head.

>>13305423
"Ah, that good sir, is a mystery."

>>13305425
Nothing fancy about it, just a small wooden box.

>>13305431
"Fantastic."

He hands you the box and sends you on your way, keeping his eyes off the box.

>>13305455
I'll take the whistle.

>>13305455
Where did you come by the whistle?

>>13305455
I believe 'what is inside the box?' was probably a question you should have asked.

>>13305442
He laughs slightly, and hands the ring to you.

>>13305450
"Ah, a wondrous item indeed..."

Picking it up with his gloved hand, he wraps it in a cloth and hands it over.

>>13305451
Slowly.. you begin to shrink.

A mist wraps around you as you watch the sky, the onlookers, the stall and the shopkeeper grow at a wondrous pace.

Looking down, the bottle is placed firmly under you as the thick mist pulls you down.

Standing by the large tree in the once tiny bottle, the cork replaces itself tightly in the neck. All around you lay the bones of countless corpses. Some fresh.

The shopkeeper picks the bottle up carefully, and replaces it on the shelf.

>>13305455
...This is not Pandora Box is it? I'm afraid to open it now.
Or does the decoration of the box cause madness like CoC?

>>13305470
"Marvelous!"

He picks the whistle up quickly and tosses it to you.

>>13305483
thank you for the ammo for my sling good sir. here is you money. i am off

>>13305470
Dick.

What else we got, here?

>>13305503
Laughing, the shopkeeper pulls one last item from his cloak.

>A small pair of half-moon brass spectacles.

>>13305484
"Oh no worries good sir... I... I am just not worthy to gaze upon it..."

How much for the ring, good sir?

I'll take that marvelous bottle with the tree, sir

>>13305483
Well shit what do I see in the bottle

>>13305498
I walk a few paces away and idly, foolishly, naively, blow on the mouth of the horse whistle.

>>13305520
Hm. Well, fuck it, I'm going to die in a month anyway.

How much for the spectacles? My eyes weaken in old age.

>>13305534
"My apologies dear customer, but that gentleman (>>13305442) already took it."

>>13305450
>>13305483
I unwrap the finger bone and eat it.

Share some food whit the man, cheese and bread, maybe some dry pork. Chit-chat a little. I'm sure he has some decent stories to tell.

>>13305548
That's a stroke o' bad luck, eh?
I'll take the cap then.
*Put on the Cap*

>>13305538
"A wonderful purchase." He once again grabs it with a gloved hand, wraps it in a cloth and hands it to you.

>>13305543
Corpses all around. Very few by the tree, however...

>>13305545
No sound issues from the whistle, but a thick black mist rushes forth in its stead.

As you look up from the whistle, the black fog flies forth and engulfs a man nearby. Making no sound, and moving as if invisible, unnoticed by the onlookers-- the man begins to scream.

Tearing at his hair and eyes, he collapses to the ground and quivers-- going mad.

Slowly, the mist returns to the whistle and a small scratch carves itself onto the surface of the whistle.

"1"

>>13305547
"Free good sir, like all of my items"

>>13305538
>>13305578
Ah excellent, thank you my good man.
I take the bottle, smile at the man, then smash it to the ground.
What happen?

>>13305567
"Oh bad luck, the Cap too has been taken."

>>13305550
The man, surprised by this, watches-- enthralled.

Suddenly the finger drops out of your waist, as if nothing was there.

His eyes go wide as he begins to chuckle and shake his head in disbelief.

>>13305552
"My items tell my story good sir, but feel free to sit back and watch. Many people enjoy my items. And perhaps someone of your stature can truly appreciate them."

>>13305578
I check the corpse for anything useful.

>>13305550
>>13305596
I frown slightly, pick up the finger, and look at it. Has it changed at all since I last touched it?

>>13305578
Merchant, what's left?

>>13305594
The bottle explodes into thousands of tiny fragments on the ground. The glass quickly dissolves into sand once more as the tiny tree inside is sustained.

Examining it closer, it has rooted itself in the ground and has begun to grow at a surprising rate.

Pushing brick and earth out of the root's path, it extends upward to the sky. Stopping suddenly at the height of a sapling, it dies abruptly.

Shriveling to the ground, the tree collapses to reveal a single seed.

>>13305606
Not a single bit.

>>13305621
>A brass butter knife
>A small pair of half-moon brass spectacles.

"You can sir, also ask for my... special inventory..."

The man smiles a mischievous smile and looks at you squarely with wide eyes.

>>13305623
Fuck, so I'm dead?

>>13305578
>>13305552

Sit there, watching all the people getting items. Trying to decipher that "my items, my story". Anyways, enjoying the way the people reacts, using and looking at the items.

"¿Are they dangerous?"

>>13305623
A question I should have asked before, was this the same bottle that has the other customer trapped inside it, or a different one?
If it is the same, what has happened to him with the bottle smashed?
If it is different, I pick up and examine the seed.

>>13305578
I look down at the whistle in my hand. "Huh, good think I'm a sociopath. This thing'll sure come in handy!"

I go over to the man who the whistle drove mad, and wave my hand in his face.

>>13305652
I believe it was the one with me in it....

>>13305643
It is special inventory time.

>>13305643
The special inventory, eh? Color me intrigued.

>>13305605
In it's hand is a small piece of parchment.

It reads:

"To whom who find themselves unfortunate enough to join me-

My name is Finnegan and if you are reading this, then I am dead. That shopkeeper sold me this bottle and told me it would do marvelous things. Blasted liar. Listen, I'm not sure why, but this tree is the key.

It's the only thing that doesn't change in this place. I've been walking for days... but I never get any closer. Find a way out and escape.

Tell my wife, Henrietta, I love and miss her..."

>>13305643
I place the bone on the counter.
May I borrow that butter knife for one moment?

>>13305674
Wait I'm still alive? Very odd. I look around for a small stone.

>>13305650
"It depends on the item... Some are, yes."

>>13305652
The very same bottle, but his world hasn't changed.

>>13305655
His eyes are dilated, he shivers and mumbles under his breath, ignoring your hand.

>>13305664
"I only have..." The man searches for a moment, then realizing something, reaches into a nearby chest. "...this."

Producing a small bag, he closes his eyes and reaches inside and withdraws a single, ordinary wooden stick.

>>13305660
Don't worry, you're not dead... yet.


Inventory update:
>Brass butter knife.
>Brass half-moon glasses
>Wooden stick

>>13305712
Wrap up that stick for me.

>>13305676
"Oh, I am sorry sir..." He grabs the knife quickly and stares daggers at you. "Limit ONE item per customer..."

>>13305722
He smiles a wide and goofy smile, and hands the stick over.

>>13305650
>>13305712
Ask if i can have the Wooden stick. If he says yes, play a little whit it. Draw something in the soil.

May I see the knife for just a moment? I just stopped in here on the way home from the grocery, I already have bread and butter handy.

>>13305723
My apologies, and thank you for informing me.

Is the customer who bought the box still here?

>>13305697
No stones in sight. Simply bones and grass as far as the eye an see. The tree stands firmly in the "center", a good 20 feet from you.

>>13305745
I grab a bone and throw it at the tree.

>>13305743
"Ah, of course."

He hands you the knife and watches you anxiously.

>>13305744
Glancing around the man shrugs.

"It seems not. But, if my items are not used within a certain time frame, they return to me instinctively."

>>13305752
The bone flies through the air and bounces off the tree trunk, making a hard thud.

>>13305712
>>13305652

In that case, I pick up the seed, look around for a second, and pop it in my mouth.

mmmmmmm, seed...

>>13305769
Suddenly, you get horrid indigestion.

>>13305756
alright i am back with the ring. for some odd reason i have returned here instinctively . what does it do?

>>13305763
I walk slowly towards the tree.

>>13305777
"Put it on and see."

>>13305744
>>13305756
I play with the bone for a little bit, poking it at myself and various objects, basically trying to see if it is intangible only when ingested.

>>13305781
Walking toward the tree, you watch as corpses pass slowly by. Looking back up at the tree, it stays firmly in place on the horizon as the ground around you shifts.

>>13305776
OH GOD.

Sir, is there a bathroom I could use?

>>13305732
I wrap a cloth around the end of the stick and try to light it on fire to use as a torch.

>>13305783
any other other information you can give me, such as the land it come from, the metal used, who wore it last?

>>13305793
I check the new corpses and I look around.

>>13305791
Poking nearby buildings and such, nothing seems to happen...

Until... you walk into the shade. Pressing firmly on a wall your hand slides through it easily, as if it wasn't there.

>>13305756
Thank you, sir.
Gripping the knife with my shirt sleeve, I carefully butter a slice of bread.
"Pardon me, mister sociopath guy? Your friend there looks a little hungry."

>>13305795
"Try the pub down the road."

>>13305797
As soon as the cloth touches the stick the cloth shakes and and wriggles with a life of its own. Suddenly, the fabric unfolds and turns into a beautiful nobleman's suit.

It is a marvelous deep blue with gold filigree and beautiful detail.

>>13305799
"Oh, but sir... What would be the fun in that?"

>>13305812
As you continue to walk, the corpses seem to repeat themselves, passing the same few over and over.

>>13305834
good point
i put the ring on
and yell at the top of my long
"HEART"

>>13305824
As you try to butter the bread, the knife bends under the butter. Astounded, you recall the knife.

The man laughs heartily and wipes a small tear from his eye.

"Oh.. that never gets old..."

>>13305834
I walk away from the tree.

>>13305791
I continue poking things with the fingerbone, including the insane comatose guy and the loaf of bread.

>>13305844
Suddenly the ring yells:

"Women hearts beat faster than men.


The human heart weighs less than a pound.

The human heart can create enough pressure that it could squirt blood at a distance of thirty feet.

The right lung of a human is larger than the left one. This is because of the space and placement of the heart.

The human heart beat roughly 35 million times a year.

In a lifetime, the heart pumps about one million barrels of blood.

The heart controls a person's emotions."

>>13305855
Backing away from the tree, it stays in place.

>>13305862
Nothing happens.

>>13305834
I hold the suit out to the Merchant for him to take. You know, quid pro quo.

>>13305881
I Look up, also I moon walk towards the tree.

>>13305885
"Oh how...kind of you..." The man grabs the suit with two fingers and opens his trunk. Looking inside, there are several dozen suits and dresses of the same design inside.

He shuts it quickly and returns to his customers.

>>13305862
>>13305881
I look at my watch, and realize that I am running late for my next appointment.
Well sir, this was a fun experience. I have no need for this fingerbone in my day to day life, so I shall give it back to you. May you prosper in all of your ventures.

Long days and pleasant nights!

>>13305893
As in walking backwards, looking away from the tree?

>>13305881
kick ass a knowledge ring. now for the ultimate question.
WHAT IS my favorite color?!

>>13305901
Yes and what do I see when I look up?

>>13305898
"Oh I've... never had one of my items returned before..."

He takes the bone in his hand and stares curiously at it. Amazed someone would actually return something.

Inventory:
>Brass Glasses
>Index fingerbone
>Small wooden box (As it was never used)

I would like the box.

I turn it towards myself and open it.

>>13305845
Really, how many people bring butter into your store?
I take it in my other shirtsleeved hand and see how far it bends.

>>13305905
The ring yells:

"Color is the visual perceptual property corresponding in humans. Color derives from magic. Color categories and physical specifications of color are also associated with objects, materials, light sources, etc., based on their physical properties such as magic absorption, reflection, or emission."

>>13305906
The tree is farther away.

>>13305946
Damn I walk away from the looking at.

>>13305946
interesting... games-workshop

>>13305915
Might I try on those beautiful glasses sir? They are simply quite stunning.

>>13305955
from the tree*

>>13305942
"Not many, but they always bring back the knife bent."

As soon as you remove it from the butter, it begins to straighten out, but not all the way.

>>13305932
You open the box slowly and reveal nothing. But you want it. You desperately need that nothing.

>>13305955
It stays in place.

>>13305959
It yells again:

"A workshop is a room or building which provides both the area and tools that may be required for the manufacture or repair of manufactured goods. Apart from the larger factories, workshops are the only places of production."

>>13305962
"Of course!" He hands them to you and watches you don them, smiling.

>>13305966
An empty box that makes you want the emptiness? I think i've heard of this box before...

>>13305966
i stand in the corner looking longingly into the empty box.

>>13305987
..I put on the glasses and look around. Does something strange happen? Do I see anything out of the ordinary? Or are these normal glasses?

>>13305987
vampire

>>13305987
I walk to the Left and to the right, not at the same time.

>>13305989
The man laughs and walks over to you.

He places a small red marble in the box and you become enraged. Whipping around you punch the nearest person in the face, panting.

The man pats you on the head, and hands you a small bag of glass marbles.

"They go with the box."

>>13305966
Well now a trick knife doesn't seem very magical, especially if I have to straighten it out again. No offense, of course.
Just out of idle curiosity I get my bare hands all greasy with butter and try to tie the knife in a knot.

>>13306009
HE BROKE MY GLASSES! BASTARD!
I punch him back

>>13306009
Grunting at the shopkeep in thanks, I rip open the bag and dump the entire contents into the box.

>>13306009
Ouch! Damn dude, what was that for?

>>13306000
As soon as you put the glasses on you can see the name of everyone around you, as well as several strange actions, such as "Passed gas at a formal event, blamed it on the dutchess." "Accidentally let himself, hang-free... in public." And "Had sex in a pile of excrement."

>>13306003
The tree rotates respectively.

>>13306002
"A group a vampires has variously been called a clutch, brood, coven, pack, or a clan. A rare disease caused by magic causes vampire-like symptoms, such as an extreme sensitivity to sunlight and sometimes hairiness. In extreme cases, teeth might be stained reddish brown, and eventually the patient may go mad. A vampire supposedly has control over the animal world and can turn into a bat, rat, owl, moth, fox, or wolf."

>>13306053
I laugh maniacally, then exit the shop.
I go on to work as a psychic.

I'd like the fingerbone please.

>>13306028
The knife becomes malleable and bendable in your hands, allowing you to twist it. Unfortunately, it is too short to tie in a knot.

>>13306043
Dumping the entire contents of the bag into the box, you are overcome with a swath of emotions. Falling to the ground, unable to control your anger, lust, jealousy, fear, hatred and love, the contents of the box spill out, and slowly you feel yourself returning to normal.

>>13306084
"Absolutely."

He hands you the fingerbone happily.

>>13306053
knights

>>13306053
I say " Damn it Finnegan I will get out and I will tell your wife, Henrietta, you love and miss her" I Look at the bodies and check how far away they are from each other.

>>13306105

I walk over to the nearest table and produce a thin dagger from my waist. I put my hand on the table. Steeling myself for a second I start cutting off my index finger. Breathing tightly I stick the index finger bone on the stump.

>>13306090
confused, i collect the marbles and inspect them.

A question before I must depart:

Who are you? Why are you giving away all of these magnificent items? Are you some sort of daemon, benevolent or otherwise, trying to get some amusement out of your life? Are you a retired adventurer, who seeks to spread his vast collection of magical items to the world? Are you just a bored man?

Is this all an illusion? Is any of this actually real?

Where did you get that beautiful coat?

>>13306090
I've got it!
After wiping the butter off my hands, I grab my lighter and hold the knife over its flame for a few moments, then try again with the bread and butter.

>>13306115
"Fighting on piggyback introduced the young knights to the balance and skills required in mounted combat.
Knights often wore ladies' "favors", generally a scarf, veil, or sleeve, when jousting. Sometimes a knight would appear with no heraldic markings. Knights met each other at combined speeds of 60 mph when jousting. Lances were measured, so no one knight had a longer lance. 'Dubbing' was a blow struck with the flat of the hand or the side of the sword and was regarded as an essential act of the knighting ceremony. At the end of the Knighthood ceremony a Knight could claim the title "Sir". A disgraced Knight had his spurs hacked off and his shield was hung upside down as a sign of dishonor. The Joust was an individual tournament event whereas the Melee was a team event."

>>13306131
About 3-4 feet from each other.

>>13306134
It falls off as you bleed profusely.

>>13306137
All the marbles are different colors and shine with different hues.

>>13306144
"I am Finnegan Beckett, I am giving these away for fun. Some call me a man, and some call me a demon... An illusion? Perhaps. But that all depends on you... Oh, and I got this coat at market square. A nice woman runs a small stall."


>>13306154
Holding the knife above the flame, trying again to cut the butter, the knife once again bends to the butter.

>>13306166
mysterious owner

>>13306211
The man looks up for a moment and stares at you, his eyes wide.

The ring utters a quiet mutter, then falls silent.

Standing angrily the man snatches the ring from your finger and returns it to his pocket, pointing to the door.

>>13306202
I toss the three marbles most resembling the original red marble into the box and stare at them.

>>13306134
Ha! I thought of doing that. Thanks for beating me to the punch.

If I may have the fingerbone, sir?

>>13306240
As the the red marble falls inside you become enraged. As the crimson sparking marble falls inside, you clench your teeth and struggle to keep yourself in check. Finally, as the purple marble drops inside, you tackle the nearest living thing and attack them violently. Beating them to a pulp.

>>13306202
Damn! Popular idioms have never failed me before!
I do my best to straighten the knife out before placing it back on the counter.
This has been very entertaining, but I should get back before my ice cream melts. Good luck with your store, and here's my card in case you'd like to try out our award-winning inventory management software!

>>13306222
may i at least get my money back since i did pay for it

>>13306253
"I believe that bleeding gentleman is still using it."

>>13306261
As you place it back on the counter, it slices through it like-- you guessed it-- butter and falls to the floor.

>>13306263
"No. Leave."

>>13306283
fine then wanker i am off

"Oh, something simpler is available. Good sir may I have a look a the knife?"

>>13306294
"Of course good sir."

Picking it up from the floor he hands it to you.

>>13306202
I throw a corpse at the tree.

Delighted, i grasp the red, crimson, and purple marbles, tossing the rest to the ground.
Holding my box I follow the ring guy home.

>>13306283
Oh, wait that's odd. I check if it the bladed edge was facing the table, or if it did any damage to the floor.

>>13306300
Picking up the closest corpse and throwing it as best you can it lands at the base of the tree with a loud thunk. Nothing else happens.

Then... after a short while, the roots of the tree push the corpse off the base of the tree and insert themselves back into the ground.

>>13306307
It did no damage to the floor, but the blade was facing the table.

>>13306310
I pick up a corpse and carry it with me while I walk towards the tree.

>>13306283
(What, handle and all?)
I step back, shielding myself with the butter.

>>13306320
Pulling a corpse over your shoulder you start to walk toward the tree.

It stays in place.

Whats the table and floor made of?

I try biting the knife, then bending it myself and stabbing at the crazy horse-whistle man, then bending it back and stabbing at him.

>>13306324
Is the corpse I threw any closer?

>>13306336
Wood.
You cannot bend the knife, and stabbing the man is simple. It is almost like stabbing nothing.

>>13306337
The corpse moves, but the tree does not.

>>13306320
(have you tried walking backwards yet?)

I take the ring off the table and slip it on.
"Magic."

>>13306337
tree guy. The tree ignores corpses, but moves the ground for anything thats walks on the ground.
Answer: Make a bridge of corpses. Throw them in a line towards the tree, like a bridge of boats.
If nothing else, you'll see what the tree will do next.

>>13306353
>>13306352
I think I have but here goes anything. I walk backwards.

>>13306353
"Magic. Magic is without rhyme or reason. Magic is magic. Able to allow people to do the impossible, and see the invisible. Able to change a person into a cow, a cow into a bird and a bird into a dragon and a dragon right back into a man. Magic is without limits. Magic an be anything, allowing the wielder to do anything. Magic exists because it does. To understand magic, is to be God... and you don't -really- think that highly of yourself do you?"

>>13306363
I was thinking of doing that.

>>13306370
Nothing happens.

>>13306352
"A knife that cuts through anything but butter? That's... a bit simple."
I try trailing the alphabet out on the crazy guy, seeing if it wears off."
>I might have changed my name to be pun appropriate.

>>13306385
I make a bridge of corpse, throwing corpses at the tree until they reach me.

>>13306393
"Simple but useful."

The man is still muttering, albeit quietly. It seems to be fading, but slowly.

>>13306395
Making a bridge out of corpses, you begin to step on them making your way toward the tree.

As you step on the first corpse, it yells, "...home or come home without me..."

>>13306430
obviously the corpses are temporarily being revived by your presence, much like Speak With the Dead.
OR the tree is fucking with you.

I start running towards the tree.

I try sticking the knife as far in him as I can, before trying to listen to his whispering, seeing as it'll probably kill me so I can serve my purposeful death as a faceless side character. Unless I killed him already.

>>13306457
As you step on the corpses they yell:

"Home or come home without me..."
"but I can't bite"
"I am the guardian"
"You wont leave"
"What am I?"
"I'm not loyal"
"And I'll let the next man enter"

The tree is still as far away as it was.
"leave me behind"

>>13306465
He slowly dies, bleeding out.

Suddenly the corpse grabs a hold of your hand, pulling the knife free. It tries to stab you in the stomach, an angry corpse thrashing wildly at you.

>>13306468
I yell out "Why can't I leave?"

>>13306379
Silly ring, now you're just messing with me. Color vision is magic?

>>13306480
Standing in the center of the bridge of corpses you yell angrily.

The corpses answer unanimously, "What am I?"

>>13306485
"Yes."

>>13306480
Keep stepping on one corpse to see what it has to say.

Apologize if it gets offended.

>>13306488
I yell back "Your corpses! Dead People, WHY ARE YOU TALKING!?"

>>13306502
The one you are standing on, apparently a woman, grabs you slightly--pleadingly and whispers,

"Because we have a question that needs to be answered..."

>>13306510

"What do you get if you multiply six by nine?"

I briefly consider tossing Hapless Civilian the butter, but for all his haplessness he's almost as psycho as whistle-guy was. Then again, whistle-guy as a subtle-knife-wielding walking corpse...
Nah. Time to get out of here and call the cops.

>>13306510
>>13306510
"Then ask!"

>>13306514
don't answer with a question, that'll just get recursive. Stick with something like "Tell me the question,"

>>13306526
They answer unanimously once again:

"We did."

>>13306533
"THEN ASK IT AGAIN! I get that you're dead, but you're not brainless!"

>>13306533
"but I told you you are corpses!"

>>13306546

"We don't want to go on the cart!"

>>13306546
>>13306543
The corpses yell, in order of the bridge;

"Home or come home without me..."
"but I can't bite"
"I am the guardian"
"You wont leave"
"What am I?"
"I'm not loyal"
"And I'll let the next man enter"
"leave me behind"
"I have teeth"

>>13306561
"your the guardian"

>>13306587
Thunder sounds in the horizon and dark clouds circle in the sky.

Suddenly your hand burns in pain, looking down, the number "1" is etched on the back of your hand. The corpse under you whispers; "Two more guesses..."

>>13306587
Hey, try digging into the ground.
You'll probably get ripped apart by living tree roots, but hey, you're gonna die in here anyways, right?

>>13306587
maybe this is the tree communicating with us?

>>13306595
ow, "your....the TREE!"

>>13306561
You are a key.

>>13306608
Roots circle and grab your feet and hold you in place.

The same burning sensation on your hand as the "1" is replaced with "2"

The corpse climbs up your body slowly, coming face to face-- once again whispering "One... more... guess..."

>>13306610
That makes perfect sense, Why did I not think of that.

>>13306610
My solution:
"You wont leave""leave me behind"/"Home or come home without me..."
"I have teeth""but I can't bite"
"I am the guardian""And I'll let the next man enter"
"I'm not loyal"
"What am I?"

Keys have teeth.
Keys have no loyalty to the owner.
You don't leave without your keys.
Key stop people, but also let them in.

>>13306617
I say "A key"

>>13306610
THIS:
"I have teeth, but i can't bite."
"Leave me behind, and I'll let the next man enter."
"I am not loyal, but I am the guardian."
"Home or come home without me, What am I?"

>>13306634
Oh. Yeah, you could order it like that too...

>>13306631
The clouds part and the sky becomes clear. The roots release you and the corpse falls lifelessly to the ground. Something suddenly appears in your pocket. Reaching in and pulling out a small rusted key, you look to the tree.

>>13306634
slight mistake
"You wont leave home or come home without me, What am I?"
there we go.

>>13306652
AND SEE?!

(a door?)
(also, where the fuck are we? still in some pocket plane?)
(perhaps the door leads back to the world...)

>>13306652
I walk towards the tree.

>>13306666
Walking to the tree, it allows you to come closer. After a short walk you come to the tree. A small keyhole is in the knot of the trunk.

>>13306675
I insert the key into the key hole.

>>13306561
"I have teeth""but I can't bite"
"I'm not loyal"but"I am the guardian"
"leave me behind""And I'll let the next man enter"
"You wont leave""Home or come home without me..."
"What am I?"
reordered to proper form, polite sage

>>13306561
its a key

cooooooooolllllll

>>13306714

>>13306683
The trunk twists and writhes forming a slowly opening door. The light surrounds you in warmth as you find yourself outside the man's shop once again.

The day long past, he stands, pipe in hand.

"Ah, you're back. That key and that seed in your pocket? Keep them, they're yours. I will however, take this." Walking to you he pulls the bottle from your pocket, jokingly taps it a few times, and locks it away.

"Perhaps you learned something while you were in there... I know I did..."

The man smiles his evil smile and takes a puff of his pipe.

As the orange ember fades off into the coming night, you hear a whisper.

"Be sure to check back in next time I'm open... you never know what I'll have in store..."

And with that, his store closes. Its wonders locked to the world once again... At least... until next time...

So... Anyone going to continue where the other item purchasers left off?
Non-butter knife>>13306465
ring of knowledge>>13306493
fingerbone of shadows>>13306271
spectacles of secrets>>13306083
bottle of tree(smashed)>>13305776
ambulitory hat>>13305455
few more

>>13306729
>>13306730
That was awesome.

>>13306714
is OP doing a fade to black or is 'Finnegan' here dissapearing literrally?

>>13306730
>clap.gif
Wonderful thread OP. Hope to see you another time.

I'm pretty pleased with myself, being first to piece that riddle together. I'm usually pretty shit with riddles... Perhaps it's because this one was blunt enough for even me.

>>13306751
Well... His stall has vanished into the darkness of night, and Finnegan along with it.

Just wait, soon it will be open again with even more marvelous items.

>>13306714
Anyone thinking Happy Mask Shop owner?

>Rulfral artist
Or he might be one of those, too. Good call, Captcha.

This was an amazing adventure

Also, if you liked this thread, be sure to stick around for the third installment of Kommando Quest Tomorrow at 8pm.

I was bored so I threw this thread up.

Glad you guys had fun. But it's 3:37 am, and It's time for sleep.

I won't say when Finnegan's shop will be open again, but if you're lucky, you might come around just in time to see his shop open up once again. Offering its mysteries to a world full of naive and foolish adventurers...

WTB archive

It's five in the morning, and I desperately need sleep. This thread kicks ass, though, and I want to keep reading.....

>>13306771
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/13305334/

Wew, my first archived thread. I'm doubly honored, Mista Warboss.