>>17801539
We deserved some rest. Have a meal, relax a little bit, perhaps visit The Devil's Den. Then take a look at that tome that the Arrik man gave you.

Next day we'll report to Prince

We'll have to ask Sayrala to teach us healing magic sometime.

>>17801674
>>17801668

Same bro from last night?

>>17801685
Yeah :)

You take the morning very lazily. You decide to flip through the book that you received from the mysterious Arrik man. It appears to be mostly a history, and almost a diary. You find some works in the book, regarding the study of demons, their names. In the book, the author states that there are a small handful of high demon princes, who had a war with their masters and chose a path of rebellion and chaos. There is a story in the book, about a demon prince who lived in a city of eternal light, in the earliest days of man, when humans still hunted in packs with spears. That this city was a carnal den of routine savagery, a hell on earth. The city has been destroyed, but the human agents who facilitated the city, and worshiped the demon prince who lived there, still roam the nights today. You find several references on how to go about warding yourself, and protection from demons. Also how to call upon them. The final entries refer to the creation of an organization, the College of the Khadar Hastate, a sort of wizards guild.

You put the book away and enjoy the rest of the day casually, ending it with a find dinner at the Devil's Den with your friends.

The next day, you and your gang go and visit the prince, who greets you warmly. You tell of the lizardmen, the cannibal half orc bandits and the necromancer. He thanks you greatly and offers a payment to you. He pauses for a long moment, and asks if you would do him a further favor. He does not trust the talents of his client bards, or advisers on a particular issue. He dismisses his retinue, and in confidence discusses his undying love for a woman. He is impressed with your party's talents, and thinks that you have demonstrated some sort of fantastic cunning. The prince asks if you would help him win the heart of a gorgeous desert princess, and convince her to marry him.

What do you do?

>>17801742
When we started we had four or five interested people. I wonder where they all went, or how the story turned to shit and they lost interest.

>>17801848
Bah. I'm sure that it's just the time-difference or that people are busy. Like I said before, there is generally more interest when America wakes up. Did you not notice that more people seem to join at the start of your sessions and at the end of it?

>>17801841
>What do you do?
We need more information on this. Who is the princess? Why can't he win her heart? What he expects us to do?
I have absolutely no idea how to help a man win over woman's heart.... though we could use our Rogue skills to gather information on her, her likes and dislikes, what kind of men she prefers, etc.

Also, we need to confer with our party. Do they have any ideas?

She is a daughter of a nomad-warrior band, who lives out in the desert. She is the most striking and beautiful woman in all of Giangreco. He tells you that she smells of a fresh desert rain, and her smile makes an oasis from a dune. He has no idea how to lure her. She is not interested in the trappings of his wealth, and he has never had to implore somebody, with anything other than the stature of his office. He is at a complete loss as to seduce her. He would like you do do whatever you can, write her a song, letters on his behalf.. ultimately, make her consider a marriage. You will be greatly rewarded. You ask to think on this, and desire to return to your base of operations. The prince agrees, and states that when you wish to leave, you will be rewarded with your due. On the way back, you ask your peers and they treat the idea with indifference. Chroi recommends that you just ride out, put her in a bag, and drop her off in front of the Prince. This earns some puzzled looks from Jaynce and Sayrala. Jaynce says he has no idea how to go about it either. He finds the challenge interesting, but can offer you no good ideas, besides the obvious. Sayrala thinks the prince is a coward, but, if it means further riches, then so be it. She also recommends, in a witty jab, that since you have so much experience with women of negotiable virtue, that it should be no effort for you whatsoever, to woo a woman on behalf of another man. You arrive back at the warehouse, and contemplate on what to do.

What do you do?

>>17801974
>She also recommends, in a witty jab, that since you have so much experience with women of negotiable virtue, that it should be no effort for you whatsoever, to woo a woman on behalf of another ma

Bullshit. I'm afraid that she will for for US. Which we do NOT want.

>She is a daughter of a nomad-warrior band, who lives out in the desert.
(you mean she is the daughter of a KING of a nomad-warrior tribe, right?)
We need first to learn about this tribe and their customs. We could try gathering information in the city or just ask the Prince. Or we could visit the tribe itself.... but there might be a risk that she will fall for us if we are near her company.

>>17802017
So confident are we?

>>17802039
Come on, we are a young, tall, hulking, blond, blue-eyed, strong man with great warrior skills who don't need no princess~ ~ ~ ~

rolled 11 = 11

I roll for suicied.

>>17802039
>>17802067

Though I do hope I'm wrong. Would make job easier.

You wander the streets, using your improved understanding of the local tongue and inquire about the most beautiful woman in all of Giangreco, who wanders in a bandit nomad tribe. Yes, she is the Daughter of Shalazid, master of the Aduli, a tribe of black clad camel riders, numbering in the thousands. They live in the northern reaches of the desert, and wander in packs of a few dozen. Despite their decentralized nature, Shalazid need only so much as launch a hawk, and an army three thousand strong will be assembled the next day. The royal caravan, as its called, travels in the north west, across the sea of dunes, many days ride from here. His daughter is the most beautiful thing the desert has ever produced, and you learn that she is witty and intelligent too. They have few customs outside the traditional customs of this culture. When one approaches their camp, you will be offered wine, and insist on water. After they offer you wine three times, and you refuse it each time, they will know that you are respectable, and ask you to dine with them, and share what they have. They are great story tellers, and judge a man's intelligence, by his ability to make up fantastic, but emotional tales. They love lute music. Other than this, there is little more or less than the normal Khaddar culture of this desert.

What do you do?

>>17802110
Did we find out more about the woman? Her tastes and whatnot?
Or will we have to visit their camp? If we are going to visit it, will we go there alone or does our party want to come with us?

>>17802132

You can't find anything else about her, no. Just more tales of her beauty. Chroi and Sayrala aren't very interesting, for their own reasons. Jaynce is game, however.

>>17802153
Sweet. Lets take Jaynce and get to their camp.
... Hmm, we should take the Book on demonic studies and the scroll with us and hide them deep in our bag. Wouldn't want Sayrala snooping around and fining those.

Tell Jayce about the customs you've heard about so that he knows what to do when we get to the camp.

You and Jaynce agree to go north in search of this woman. Sayrala gives you an indifferent look, turning around and walking off. Chroi says he will search for vast treasure, or dragons to slay. Then he lays down and rolls over. You and Jaynce pack your bags, taking special care to bring your book that refers to demons frequently, and the scroll with you. The two of you climb aboard and move out of the city. The desert is a harsh place, with its incessant cruel sun, and sandy barren waste stretching on as far as you can see. The trips is long, and you try to apply what you know about surviving in the deep forest, to surviving in the desert, with little effect. Jaynce tells you some tips, about keeping covered, preserving water and so forth. You travel for several days, asking passing traders of the location of the royal caravan of Shalazid. Each time you are given an answer, and you set off. Turn east, then west, then east and west, all the while heading generally north. Four days after you get guidance from a small wagon lead by halflings, you see what you think is a small tent city. With tall waving white and red flags above many tents. You approach the encampment and find it is indeed the royal caravan. A man, a camel tender greets you, and asks you if he can offer you some wine?

What do you do?

>>17802280

>When one approaches their camp, you will be offered wine, and insist on water. After they offer you wine three times, and you refuse it each time, they will know that you are respectable, and ask you to dine with them, and share what they have.
Heh.
Refuse wine and insist on water.

You refuse his wine, and simply ask for some water. He gives you a strange look, and in a dialect that is a little harder to understand, you gather that he offers again. Again you refuse. Jaynce stands stalwartly beside you, also refusing. He offers a third time, and you reply that you only want water. He stands quietly, staring at you. He then turns and motions for you to follow him. You pass through the camp, where many people dressed from head to toe in sheets labor and scurry. He takes you to the largest tent and invites you inside. The tent is mostly empty, with only a few people, who you take to be slaves, attending to minor duties. The man goes away for a moment, and returns with some water for you and Jaynce. “My friends, would you stay with us for dinner?” he asks. “I'm sure our king would be very curious to find out how two strangers from a far away land found us and know our customs. He would be very interested to know how he can help you, if he knew what your specific business was.”

What do you do?

>>17802421
Dine with them.
Share stories.

..hmm should we tell them the reason of our visit though?... Eh, better err on the side of caution for now.

>>17802488
>>17802421

Also, when sharing stories and whatnot, try to learn about them, their culture about the king his daughter and her interests.

You agree to dine with them. He shows you a guest tent where you and Jaynce make yourselves comfortable. Later that night, you are called back to the main tent, which is covered in fantastic exotic foods, that you'd never expect the desert to produce. Many fancy breads, cakes, fowl and lots of wine. Thirty people sit around, and pass each dish around, where you are invited to pull greedily from the dish and onto your plate. There is soft music in the background and dark candles add a mysterious flair to the celebration. You see no one who looks like a king or a prince. They all appear to be equals. They chat furiously, and laugh frequently. It is hard for you to follow their conversation, because they speak the Khaddar tongue so fast, and drop the “S's” and “T's”. One bearded, senior man points to you and asks that you share a story for everyone. You gaze across the crowd, and see several slim women, but they are all veiled.

What do you do?

>>17802532
>What do you do?
SHARE STORIES!

>They are great story tellers, and judge a man's intelligence, by his ability to make up fantastic, but emotional tales

Oh boy, I bet we can come up with some great stories. Hell, we could tell our own story, remove some more dark-ish parts (summon succubus, hunting elves). Actually, we should turn it into a tale and not make it clear that we are re-telling our own journeys.

With our Rogue social skills and first-hand experiences, we will be able to tell amazing things.

>You see no one who looks like a king or a prince. They all appear to be equals.
That's pretty cool. I bet the king is among them.
Are there women here too? (not counting the slaves)

>>17802560
Are you going to come up with a story?

Are there women here too? (not counting the slaves)
>. You gaze across the crowd, and see several slim women, but they are all veiled.

>>17802584
>Are you going to come up with a story?

With a story?
Well, I dunno... I mean we are re-telling out own adventurer in more emotional and fantastic way.

Unless you want me actually to write a story..... I'm not good at that.

>>17802648
We might tell a story of Slave. Little introduction, his early life, then how he escaped and traveled many days aimless, how he found a coven of mysterious women who asked him to dance and to join him, how he traveled with them and visited their people, how he became one of them and in the end how his dream was crushed by zealos murderers.

Something like that?

>>17802678
The story end on a cliffhanger-ish/open note. To enthrall people even more.

You lean back narrow your gaze. You start off slowly, trying to use the best of the Khaddar language that you understand. You mention a man, who was young, and who loved a woman. That woman was sold off to a temple to be a whore by her father. He grew up, and vowed to destroy all the temples, and all the religions that would allow such an awful thing. He became a soldier, and distinguished himself. This man had a natual charm about him, that allured others. But he was not a greedy or vain man, just a man dedicated to his personal mission. Eventually, he became a general of his nation, and conquered a neighboring barbarian tribe. There became great issues in his country, the men who controlled the trade were not satisfied with their control of the government. So he, on behalf of the people, stepped in. He demanded that grain be sold for a reasonable price, and they declared him a traitor. He took his army, and took refuge in the villages, where people knew him to be honest and just. He returned with his army, and defeated the mercenary forces in his own country, but the tradesmen, and the elders who got rich off their schemes fled to their neighbors. They spread rumor and worry, that if the people were to be able to demand prices, the economies would collapse, there would be chaos, and they would all be burned. So every neighboring country declared war on the general, who in turn, defeated, and conqured each, because he was a clever man. But the neighboring empire, which was old and powerful, saw this as a perfect opportunity to destroy their neighbors, and control them forever, so they encouraged the Orcs of the north to gather into a fearsome horde and travel south, into the Generals lands.

It was the first time that men ever did battle with the mighty Orc horde, which held hundreds of thousands of mighty warriors. Through clever tactics, and many displays of personal bravery, the hero defeated the Orc army, and produced evidence, that it was the neighboring empire which caused this attack. With the support of all his newly conquered lands, he attacked the old empire and destroyed it.

On the cusp of uniting all the nations of man, he fell ill, into a coma, for years. In the meanwhile, the old merchants and trade bosses reemerged, and divided the nations into fifes for them to rule. Five years later, the general returned, healthy, in his capitol. The trade bosses sent the army to stop him. In the public square he climbed atop a large statue, and his long blue cape caught the wind, cutting the shape of a mighty banner. He called to the army, to remember him, and support him, and asked if there was anybody in the army who would kill his general, then they should. The army threw down their arms and embraced him. He destroyed the last remnants of the greedy merchants and conquered all the surrounding tribes outside of civilization. Then he led a crusade, conquering further great swaths of territory, that had never even been explored previously by men. One day, after ten years on the march, his army had had enough, and told him so. He called them traitors, and pigs. Pigs who stood in the shadow of greatness. He turned to a small boy, who was the son of a friend of his, the only person in the army to go with him, and give the boy his own sword, and said it was his scepter. And that the boy should be the next emperor, for he was the only man among them. He turned his back on the army, and walked into a blizzard in the northern most mountains, and disappeared from history.

Your story has awed the crowd. Many of the old men knew this story, and told how their ancestors had seen this man. They wisest and oldest among them all nodded in agreement.

The man who met you outside leans forward, and asks in a much clearer Khaddar, fit for the city, what brought you out here?

What do you do?

>>17802762
>>17802770
>>17802776
>>17802783

Oh, that's better story. Good thing you didn't go with what I suggested. That one was awful.

>>17802787
Should we tell?
Well, I guess we should be honest. We tell them that we heard about this tribe in the city of Mahir. The warrior-tribe which respects intelligent and smart men. The ribe which gave birth to the most beautiful woman in the desert. We wanted to learn more about them, their customs and people but the city of Mahrir didn't have much to say, so we traveled to meet them first-hand.

That's technically true, right?

You explain that as recent travels to the land, you heard about a great race of 'noble savages' as the civilized people of the other lands would say. People who prized loyalty, intelligence and politeness. That there was a great king, of these people, who's kingdom stretched father than the wind could blow. And that in this desert there bloomed a flower, the most beautiful woman ever born. You thank everyone for their hospitality. The same man who met you earlier, and just asked you this question nods as you explain. He explains how much the king would be pleased to meet such strangers, and indeed the King produced the most beautiful woman, that man has ever known. He points to a woman across the circle from him, and implores her, to show these men the face that makes gods jealous. The lithe woman pulls the veil from her face, and smiles. “I am Ashazi, daughter of the great king of deserts. It is a pleasure to meet you.”

What do you do?

>>17803018
"I'm Jamithan, the pleasure is all mine"

I guess we talk with her, get to know her a bit.
.... Sigh, whatever you say in >>17802039 I'm still afraid that this will not work as planned. SO lets try not entice her with us.

Wait a second. The man who met us outside and who asked us the question IS the king, right?

>Man, Cheese, the previous threads you posted bunch of pictures of women on general responses which were much more stunning that that one. Haha.

>>17803102
better?

>>17803150
a bit. Sayrala is still better.
But I think it's better to leave it to imagination

“I'm Jamithan, the pleasure is all mine,” you smile. She makes no response. “I come from across the ocean, and everything they say is true.” The man who greeted you lounges back.

“Well, you have come here, you have met with us, seen our ways, dined with us, and had the pleasure of meeting our King's daughter,” he eats a grape. “Where will you be traveling tomorrow?”

What do you do?

>>17803194

Tomorrow?
We haven't yet thought about it. But we don't have any more destinations in mind and will travel back to Mahrir.
I was hoping to stop here for a while.

>>17803236
Well, whats your argument?

>>17803267
Argument? Why we should stay?

Dunno, we are tired from traveling several days and like to wait before setting out?
Or maybe that we want to linger around here for a bit longer to learn more?.......... I wonder if they have a wizard here from who we can learn something or get a book.....
Anyway! Lets ask Jaynce's opinion how we should handle this, and what best approach we should take to complete the mission.

>>17803191
very well, then we shall flood with beautiful women.

>>17803420
better be careful with that. Mods might get annoyed or something with the photo flood.

You reply that you are not sure. “I'm a sort of collector of tales, and as I've learned tonight, there is no greater collection of tales in any lands I've even heard of.” This pleases them.

“Well, you should stay with us a few days. We will be camped here for two more days, until the king returns, then we will travel east.”

You thank him for his invitation, and return to your tent. That night, a you are awoken in your tent. A young woman, no more than eighteen is standing over you. She kicks at your shoulder, and your hand goes to the grip of your weapon.
“You are an adventurer, yes?” She says in a very thick northern accent. This woman's face is twice as beautiful as the daughter of the king. She has long raven hair and black pools for eyes. Her skin is a well tanned olive. She smells of exotic spices and moves like tall grass swaying in the wind. “Then let us adventure!” She reveals a scimitar and dashes out of the tent.

What do you do?

>>17803533
Wait what?

>his woman's face is twice as beautiful as the daughter of the king. She has long raven hair and black pools for eyes. Her skin is a well tanned olive.
Okay. Now I am confused.

>What do you do?
Well, can't really go back to sleep again can we? Follow here and see what's up

>>17803533

Lets follow.

You follow this mysterious woman, who runs out and climbs on a camel. You look back to the tent, and think of Jaynce sleeping. You follow her lead and up onto the next camel. She dashes off to the north. From the moon's position, it must be somewhere around midnight. Its cold in the cloudless open desert night. You kick the camels sides and race off afterwards. After about an hour, you see her stopped up head. She stands before a small stone building, in an otherwise featureless expanse of desert. Only the blue hued sand, the velvet sky, and the large hovering moon above. She walks down to the front of the square building and draws a small bow from her back. “It old old temple, sacred to my people.” He nods ahead to the door, “Tonight we go in, take gems.”

You open the large copper plated door, and see a large dark pit before you. You help her in fastening a role to the large brass ring door handle. She begins to slide down the rope. Still unsure about any of this, you nod to yourself and follow. You shimmy down the rope, for what must be a hundred feet. The pressure feels different, and it takes awhile for your head to adjust to it, and the different flavored air. When you reach the bottom, there is a hewn stone tunnel before you, with many marvelous inscriptions along the sides, similar to the ones you saw in the deep crypts under Mahir. She motions for you to go on, you oblige and she follows you. The tunnel opens up to a tall, domed chamber, with pillars shaped like robbed men, twenty feet tall. In the back is a pedestal, with stairs going to the top. There sits a small, gilded box. Above the box however, is a massive, forty foot tall stone scorpion. “This cannot end well,” you say to yourself. You glance over to her, and in the light of your crackling white sword, it appears as if a million stars were falling in her marvelous dark eyes.

She dashes of to the box, and you follow. You step in front of her, look up at the scorpion, and back down at the box. With the quickness that would make a striking snake jealous you snatch box. The room shakes, and dust falls from the top of the dome. A horrendous churning noise deafens you. Her eyes are alight, and her lips pulled into a wife smile. She grabs you by the hand and you start to run back towards the entrance. The man shaped pillars, which appeared to be holding up the dome shake, and spit dust into the common area. They come to life, six of them, wielding massive stone scimitars. “At least it wasn't the scorpion,” you think to yourself as you're dashing past them. One slams its massive scimitar into the ground before you. The woman hops, with a flip, to the top of the scimitar, which is still wedged in the ground. You leap up, and she takes your hand, pulling you up. The scimitar breaks free of the earth and the both of you are carried into the air. She leaps off and lands in a wide stance. You follow, but tuck in and roll out of it. Y

She dashes of to the box, and you follow. You step in front of her, look up at the scorpion, and back down at the box. With the quickness that would make a striking snake jealous you snatch box. The room shakes, and dust falls from the top of the dome. A horrendous churning noise deafens you. Her eyes are alight, and her lips pulled into a wife smile. She grabs you by the hand and you start to run back towards the entrance. The man shaped pillars, which appeared to be holding up the dome shake, and spit dust into the common area. They come to life, six of them, wielding massive stone scimitars. “At least it wasn't the scorpion,” you think to yourself as you're dashing past them. One slams its massive scimitar into the ground before you. The woman hops, with a flip, to the top of the scimitar, which is still wedged in the ground. You leap up, and she takes your hand, pulling you up. The scimitar breaks free of the earth and the both of you are carried into the air. She leaps off and lands in a wide stance. You follow, but tuck in and roll out of it.

You check the box that you fastened to your waist. When you open it, there is an amazing gold necklace, made with massive blue diamonds. It must be worth a whole barony in gems alone, but as one piece? Kings would sell their daughters into slavery for this. You offer for her to examine and she does. She holds it up, so it catches the moonlight. The strange woman takes the necklace, turns her back to you, puts on the necklace and then turns back to you. It is an amazing sight, the gems, and her long, elegant neckline, framed by her blue black silky hair. She can see you're stunned by the beauty of the whole ordeal and she giggles. She removes the necklace, pushes the door back open, and tosses it over the landing back into the hole. She gives you a wide smile, and continues giggling.

What do you do?

>>17803809
>What do you do?
Well. Tell her to explain herself.
What was this all about? Why wake us middle of the night? And who is she?

>>17803809

"that was worth a fortune...."

“That... was worth a fortune?” you stammer out, at a loss.

“What is wealth,” she replies in her thick accent, “without a life worth living to spend it for?”

You watch her thin figure dance through sand back to the camels. On your ride back, you ask her, “Who are you?”

“I am the princess of this desert. My father is the king of this tribe.”

“And why did we just do that?”

“You must be joking, yes? A real adventurer, does not seek the value of his reward, but seeks the ne adventure itself, yes? Tell me adventurer, one of your stories, one of your adventures, a real one. Then tell me why you really came to my land?”

What do you do?

>>17803858

tell her that we are on an adventure seeking knowledge.

>>17803858
>“I am the princess of this desert. My father is the king of this tribe.”
I thought so.

>You must be joking, yes? A real adventurer, does not seek the value of his reward, but seeks the ne adventure itself, yes?
Well, I agree that for me personally the wealth is not the primary objective in my adventures. If I was interested in wealth, I could have stayed home and easily amassed a good fortune. I'm more in pursuit of knowledge above else.

>Tell me adventurer, one of your stories, one of your adventures, a real one
Stories?
I have several ones. I can tell you about the time I gained freedom. My time with the coven of witches. Or when I ran with the god during the hunt. If you wish, I can tell you about my days as a rogue and how I lost my way only to be woken up by someone I thought I lost long time ago. I can tell you about the wild sea or the mysteries that the undercity of Mahrir hold.
What would you like to hear?

>Then tell me why you really came to my land?
Heh. What I told during the feast was true. I did come here to learn about the people and the customs.
Since we are here, I could get that from you. Tell me, why the princess of this great tribe sneaks of during the night to go on dangerous adventures? Does your wealthy life not suit you? [here we try to learn as much as possible about her. Get her talking. Let HER do the talking. We must learn as much as possible about her. Touch the subject of the prince to gauge her reaction and what she would REALLY love from him]

You ride silently for a little while. You tell her of your days in the woods, in the far north. How you saw the stars rain one night, escaped slavery, parlayed with demons, ran with a god who took the shape of a great beast, hunted with a vampire, learned magic from one of the world's most powerful wizards, and sailed across the ocean to meet the world's most beautiful woman.” You look away, not barely realizing what you just said. You didn't mean to, and you certainly don't have any real intentions on this woman. This, princess. But, from your many days of flattery in Lija, it seems like you picked up something of a whore's tongue. Where you just say what you feel needs to be said. You ride on in silence for a bit.

“Did you find her?” she asks.

>>17803937
This is good. Will get back to it. after you respond.

>>17804024
>“Did you find her?” she asks.
[I can't help but be an ass here.]
"Still looking." Smile.

You look over to her, size her up, “Still looking,” you say with a chuckle and smile.

She gives a slow blink and looks forward, carrying a smile.

“I did come here to learn about the people, and the customs of this land. Could you tell me these things? Why does the princess of this great land sneak off in the night, and go on dangerous, fruitless adventures? What is it you wish to do and see? Do you not wish to be the queen of all Mahir and all the desert lands some day?”

She tells you that she has been sneaking off in the night since she was twelve. She sees no point in being wealthy, if all you do is travel around and eat. She has one girl, who looks very similar to her, who when she wears a veil, can even fool her father. She has adventured to the north, to the west, but never beyond the sea. Their customs are simple, and she comments that you have treated them well. There is not much more to add. As far as getting married, maybe, some day. But she's in no hurry. “And if I ever did get married, it would have to be such a skilled thief, he could steal anything... including my heart.” She gives you a wink, and continues riding.

What do you do?

>>17804175
Ask her what she likes besides adventuring. There must be something else.

>>17804175
>>17804202
also ask what she thinks about the prince.
Tell her the you heard he is looking for her affection.

“What holds a princess’s fascination besides careless breezes with death?”

“This and that,” she admits vaguely. “A good game, verses a clever opponent. A good debate. Lewd poetry. Watching the sunrise on the open desert. Fresh desert rains... Men who aren't afraid to take what they want.”

You ride on, quietly. However, your mind cannot help entertaining fanciful plots. Your heart races at the idea, but you bite your tongue. This will be an awkward ordeal....

What do you do?

>>17804315
>However, your mind cannot help entertaining fanciful plots. Your heart races at the idea, but you bite your tongue. This will be an awkward ordeal....

Calm down. If there is a spell we know to make people calm down or something similar cast it on yourself. Or a spell that doesn't let your emotions fog your mind.

>A good game, verses a clever opponent.
A good game? What kind of game?

>Lewd poetry.
Haha. Lewd poetry? How about romantic poetry?

“The Prince of Mahir is interested in me? Do you think, when the sun rises, the sky will be blue on the morrow?” she scowls, “I cannot imagine a more annoying thing to be chained to. Can you imagine something so wicked as to be stuck in some old building, sucking the same stale air? I would rather, gather all the nomad people, and take the city by force, than to have it on my back,” She shakes her head.

You practice a calming technique, normally used to remove feeling from your body in the cases of dealing with extreme temperatures to ease your emotions. You try, but it does not hold. Things you know about yourself, Jamithan, while you may not be a rash man, prone to outbursts, you are a man who feels the full gamut of emotions, whether you betray that for the world to see or not, you still feel them very deeply.

What do you do?

>>17804421
I don't know much about the prince. Why is it that you don't like him?

>You try, but it does not hold. Things you know about yourself, Jamithan, while you may not be a rash man, prone to outbursts, you are a man who feels the full gamut of emotions, whether you betray that for the world to see or not, you still feel them very deeply.

Still. Try to keep your emotions under control. Keep cool.
Think about how greatly you will inconvenience yourself and your party if you fuck this up and how you'll lose free access to royal library (presumably) holding some secrets hidden away.

Even if we don't manage to help the prince, at least we don't want to make things worse.

>>17804362
>Lewd Poetry
She could have meant romantic, due to the language barrier. But she defiantly said lewd.

>A good game? What kind of game?
A strategy like board game.

“Have you never met him? I find that impossible to believe. With the spies he keeps in the streets? I'm would not doubt if he shuffled you in to meet him, as soon as you fell off the boat. One, he is an idiot. Two, he wants to sit in that awful palace until he dies, getting fat and rolling around on some poor girl from his harem. Three he has no desire to get out and see the people that he rules. He is no more a king, than the clouds are gods. Have you ever heard him try to sing? Embarrassing not only for him, but for his kingdom,” she pauses. You notice that your understanding of her use of language is improving. “I am serious hero. I would rather conquer the city, than to have to share it with the likes of him.”

What do you do?

>>17804511
Hmm, I'm at a loss. I don't know how to help prince and complete his task. Perhaps Jaynce could help us if we tell him everything.

>What do you do?
Tell her that it couldn't that bad. He is a ruler of a big nation after all, it would be impossible to go around the whole kingdom and meet all the subjects..... And singing is not pivotal skill to ruling a kingdom.

Ask her if she has a dream and what it is. What she wants do to in the future (besides adventuring)

Let's convince her to raise an army, tell the king about it, she gets caught in a trap, spends the rest of her life as the kings sex slave. Works like a charm.

>>17804615
What? It's an awful idea.
Besides, it seems the prince wants to win her over not just stick her in his harem.
Also, the princess is not in charge of the tribe.

>>17804631

But she can be ;)
You're a dastardly would-be villain who dabbles in demonology.

Think on it my friend.

Its 0130 where I'm at, and I have to hit the hay and work tomorrow.

Thank you again. I greatly appreciate you time tonight.

>>17804667
You don't have free-days on Sunday? Or other days?

At what time will you start tomorrow?

>You're a dastardly would-be villain who dabbles in demonology.
>would-be villain
I don't even know which direction we are aiming for. Just going with the flaw. Would be interesting to become a villain without aiming to

>>17804697
>You don't have free-days on Sunday? Or other days?
No. Not in my unit. I'd like to say its because, "I'm an officer", but nobody in this unit does.

>At what time will you start tomorrow?
I will try to start around 0900 time.

>would-be villain I don't even know which direction we are aiming for. Just going with the flaw. Would be interesting to become a villain without aiming to
Well obviously we're not going for HRRDRR rage. But Jamithan, if anything, is a pragmatic man, controlled by no morals or scruples. He murdered a bunch of paladins and a pack of just wandering elves.

>>17804776
>But Jamithan, if anything, is a pragmatic man, controlled by no morals or scruples. He murdered a bunch of paladins and a pack of just wandering elves.

Pragmatic Evil. If we must resort to less-than-moral means to achieve our goals then so be it. Heh, I like that.

>I will try to start around 0900 time.
Aright. I'll see you tomorrow.
I'm not sure if I'll be available the whole day but as of now, I don't really have any plans.