>>18754403

"You, especially, will serve them." The Elder speaks. You were looking too closely at the board and you missed part of what she was saying. "This decision is not entirely out of your own hands. Here." She offers you something. Knowing better than to disrespect or disobey the elder, you reach out. It's a simple white pebble.

"You can feel free to place the pebble anywhere on the board you like. Or, if you wish, you can toss the pebble onto the board and let fate decide for you."


You have no idea what this board and pebble business has to do with anything, but you want to go outside and learn combat as soon as possible, so you should just play along. The Elder sees your consternation and speaks again.

"Of course, if you are unsure about the path the Spirits set out for you, I can explain in detail."

What will you do? Place the pebble on one of the Spirit's panels? Toss it (roll a 45 sided die)? Ask for help? Your father is there too, incase the cragged faced lady scares you.

rolled 27 = 27

We have a minor gambling addiction.

>>18754411
Lion. All day erry day.

rolled 34 = 34

>>18754411
Leaving this to the dice gods.

dragon

>>18754450

Always happy to avoid responsibility and blame things on the gods of chance, you toss the pebble across the board. It lands on the Tiger piece. Your father gives you a look like you might have just done something wrong. The Elder simply stares at the pebble before nodding.

"Brave child," she calls, unfolding her aged legs and standing. "You have allowed fate to play a hand in your destiny today. You shall learn the weapon of the Tiger."

She moves around the back of the dusty old tent, looking through various boxes and containers. You wonder if they all contain weapons. She soon turns, holding a long, ivory case in her hand. The clasps have some foreign symbol on them. You've seen it before, when your tribe has skirted along the eastern border of the Reach.

"The Tiger is the Spirit of ambition, of strength, of courage and of bloodlust. His weapon is the Dao, used by bandits and heroes alike in the deserts of Shenlong."

She opens the box and presents you with the sword. A thin, sabre like sword, you haven't seen anyone else in your tribe use or train with such a thing. It looks remarkably sharp, and has something of a fierceness, a roughness that other swords don't have. You can tell this is one to handle with care.

(continued)

>>18754635

After that strange meeting, your days went on as normal. You trained with your father and the other nomad teens. Someone from another of the nomad tribes is brought in specifically to teach you how to use your dao. Because of this specialised training, you are stronger and a little more agile than the other kids your age.

However, your strange weaponry was not the only difference in your childhood. You learned a few things, too. A talent that you thought would no doubt come in handy later in life. You had a choice in which of these talents you could learn. These talents were: Alchemy, Mercanitle, Stealth, Armour Crafting, Weapon Crafting, Lore, Acrobatics, Tracking, Persuasion and First Aid. You devoted your time to one in particular. Which did you choose?

Alchemy

>>18754643
We will be the best Merchant ever!

rolled 1 = 1

>>18754643
1=Acrobatics
2=Stealth

>>18754660
Yes, alchemy. good for crafting curatives and poisons alike. Very versatile.

>>18754643
Persuasion

we're known as having a silver tongue to those that know of us, and as a manipulative little fuck to those who actually know us.

Acrobatics

Tracking. We have the sword of the tiger, so we must hunt like one.

>>18754643
We serve a tiger spirit and use a dao.
Might as well go full on wushu and take acrobatics.

Acrobatics i want to climb these collosi.... Are there any? If not alchemy

>>18754727
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ALk7qG3VqjQ

Daos are awesome

Taking the first suggestion to get two hits.

>>18754689
>>18754660

You found yourself with quite the interest in Alchemy. The more you saw your mother work with roots, powders, gemstones and such odd combinations she gathered, the more you were interested in them. Of course, the boys called you a girl for helping her pick flowers and the girls thought you were weird because you always smelled of sulfur and dirt, but you had the last laugh, as you felt a little more intelligent than the rest. That and you learned how to make a Potion of Minor Restoration with a rabbit's heart, some bluebells and a piece of opal. Your mother even gave you ten opal pieces. Just have fun explaining why you're killing rabbits to the other kids. You would learn more potions, or at least, you wanted to. But alas, your study has very little to offer. Even your mother has gone into the realms of making soups and fragrances. Not the best that alchemy can offer.

But alchemy and dao practice weren't the only things to take up your day. Fate had one more pasttime in store for you. First to roll the 45 sided die decides which Spirit reigned over that choice. First to say negative or positive decides what kind of mood that Spirit was in.

rolled 3 = 3

Wise and Drunk

>>18754761
Positive.

In vino veritas - "in wine, there is truth"

rolled 33 = 33

positive hope for dragon

rolled 36 = 36

>>18754752
Wolfing wolves of wolfness!

rolled 33 = 33

Turtle spirit

... positive?

rolled 1 = 1

>>18754761
Is that tiger? If yes iwant my cat ears and tail

Why did we not chose the weapon of the wolf?

>>18754839
*choose

>>18754839
Because we have a gambling problem, apparently.

>>18754839
Because he always dies in every movie/series he appears

>>18754761
>>18754787

The Tiger resided over your Fate. His influence was positive.

You had no idea this was happening, however. But your caravan did happen to pick up an old man who seemed to be lost on the Steppes. His name was Xao Dulang. He instantly recognised your dao as a weapon from his homeland. He also recognised how much you had mistreated it. He taught you how to take better care of your weapons. The more you listened, the more you understood metals and the efficiency of weaponry. He taught you Weapon Crafting and together you made your dao stronger. You even got a little stronger and a little more stamina in the process.

After the weaponsmith from Shenlong left, you soon realised your beloved dao had a new inscription:

"In Wine, There Is Truth."

You are not sure you want to ponder the meaning of this much further. You're only fourteen. But that soon changed. Because time, as with all things, cannot be savoured one drop at a time. It flows like a rushing river and, before you knew it, your peaceful days as an odd smelling, dao brandishing, weapon crafting young boy were over.

For the last time (for now), roll a 45 sided die.

rolled 20 = 20

>>18754876
>yfw is tiger
>again

>>18754876
Come on Old manhood

>>18754893

rolled 4 = 4

>>18754893
I sense tiger
OP give us these goddamn tiger ears and tail

>>18754933
piss off, furry.

>>18754893

In your dreams, you are visited by the Ram Spirit. You know him. He is the spirit of dignity, grace, pride and nature. You're not sure what he wants with you, and you don't have much time to think of it before you are rocked awake.

It's difficult to sleep in a moving wagon, after all. You can recognise the bumpy grounds of the Steppes beneath its wheels, but you don't recognise the vehicle. It's not part of the caravan, you know that for sure. You glance down over yourself. You're naked. Thankfully, you're under a sheet, but you're still naked. You can't see your dao or any of your other possessions. What you do see, however, is a man.

The man is sitting on the opposite side of the wide wagon. You can't see who's driving, but it certainly isn't him. He has the trappings of a western merchant. Overalls over a scruffy linen shirt. A cap tipped over his bow. A big, red nose, pock-marked cheeks and a bushy black beard. He flicks through the newspaper. He doesn't even seem to realise that you're awake.

What now?

>>18754933
I dare you! I double-dare you!

>Samuel ktnesse

>>18754947
Catgirl ain't furry, moron. This is a /tg/ consensus.

>>18754876
Testing fate

>>18754952
What has happened to me, foreign devil?
Where am I?

>>18754952

Keep quiet. Watch and observe. Can we see our dao anywhere?

rolled 45 = 45

fwooosh

rolled 32 = 32

Ask him if he knows way to become tiger man

>>18754997
Seconding this.

>>18755013
You are suggesting what?
Astonish the man with our impression of heavy rainfalls?

rolled 2 = 2

>>18755031
this

>>18754997

This. Also our clothes. And watch or listen for other people around too.

>>18755049
oh, it was a late roll for the spirit dream thing

>>18754997

You watch closely. The man picks his nose. This has got to be a merchant vehicles. A potato falls from a sack and rolls right down beside your head. You can't see your dao, you can't see your clothes. You can't see anything. You can at least remember some things now.

You're eighteen, now, for one. And boy do you hurt. The back of your head is killing you and you feel exhausted. Even though you just woke up.

>>18755080
Oh boy we drunk ourselves into slavery right?

>>18755080
Try and recall what exactly happened to us.

grapple the fucker

>>18754964
this isn't a girl, either, dimwit. and you just look retarded begging for cat tail and ears.

>>18755031
samefag

>>18755100

This. How did we get here? And who's this man with the potatoes?

>>18755080
Well, looks like we were... shanghaied.

>>18755135
Awful

>>18755135

yep.

try to move ourselves. make sure we aren't paralysed or anything. and then try to recall things.

>>18755138
Sorry, I had to.
It's heraditary, it seems.

Ask the foreign devil what are we doing here.
Try not to seem drunk

>>18755100
>>18755134

You lay there, trying to clear your head of this fog. The jostle of potatoes in their sacks and the near silence apart from the turning of the page and the sound of the wheels beneath you actually have something of a helpful effect.

Memory rushes back.

You can see the people of your tribe. You had just come back with a freshly killed rabbit, but it is one you would never get to cook. Green fire engulfed the tents, the caravans splintered and erupted as if hit by invisible cannonballs. Unknown figures in unknown garb descended upon your people. Some of them were ablaze, covered by the green fire. However, it didn't seem to hurt them. Rather, they wielded their flaming bodies against your fellow nomads. And your fellow nomads fell. Bones were breaking, blood was spilling and lifeless body after lifeless body was falling infront of you. You could barely move, when you heard a voice.

"Forgive me, son."

Then a sudden pain hits the back of your head. You jump up into sitting position, causing the man to lift about six inches from his chair.

"Mother of Us All, you scared me, son!" the gruff, older man bellows. Settling down, he puts his paper aside and looks over you. "Well, are you alright? Can you still talk and add numbers and such?"

Can you?

>>18755209
5+5 is 10, who in the fuck are you and where the hell am I?

of coarse we can

>>18755230
best answer.

>>18755209
What is "number"?

>>18755230
The best. Go with this.

>>18755230

An answer befitting a true Tiger!

"Now, now, son, calm yourself. Here." He reaches down beside him and offers you a corked bottle. You don't need to guess what that amber liquid is, you can already smell it. Regardless of whether or not you take it, the man folds his paper and places it in his lap.

"You're still on the Equius Reach, lad. You're in my wagon, heading West. I'm going to Settehem, my home, but you can go as you please. First, I just want to make sure..." He glances over you with a solemn expression. "Do you remember anything from before you woke up, Lolua nomad?"

At least he knows where you're from. That's comforting. Or is it?

>>18755230

Do this while raising both hands to show our fingers.

Also, take the opportunity to check we in fact have all ten fingers left.

>>18755317

Don't reveal.

'Tell me what happened, elder. Might jog my memory. I'm rather fuzzy.'

>>18755340
the wisdom starts to show, or at least the cunning does. don't volunteer info to the unknown.

>>18755317
"I remember hunting a rabbit, that is all. Tell me, why am I here, what has happened?"

>>18755317
I'm not sure. It seems like more of a nightmare than an actual memory. I don't remember any of it. What happened.

>>18755340

It's a shrewd answer, but it doesn't stir the man's expression much.

"Well...." He begins. And then sighs. "Dammit, I'm not good at this, I swear." He takes a swig of the drink you declined. "I found you near your caravan, son. You were unconscious. Bleeding from the back of the head. It was my daughter, Natalie, who sewed you back up. But.. as your people, your tribesmen. I'm afraid I couldn't save any of them."

The man's chest falls heavily and his gaze falls from you. He begins to shake his head, gesturing with one hand rather wildly.

"I don't understand what did it, son. There was green fire, and it looks like your horses, your vehicles, they had all been torn apart. You were the only one still breathing. I only found you by luck, too, tucked beneath the body of another."

Finally, he looks back up at you, levelling a rather solid gaze on you.

"You understand, son? There are no more Lolua left. You're the last of your tribe."

>>18755458
"What is?! I don't even..."

Break down into a sobbing mess.

>>18755458

Nod. Try not to show emotion.

'I understand. Thank you for saving me. Do you know what might cause green fire? What sort of sorcery is that?

>>18755458
You really aren't that good at this.

Tell me anything you know about green fire or figures who come ablaze with green fire. I am going to hunt down whatever did this and kill them all.

>>18755486
This, not showing emotion is rather easy. As this would come to us as a shock, its common to not even react at all.

>>18755486
>>18755506
Your entire family and everyone you've ever known is dead. YOU WOULD BE A SOBBING MESS.

you're a fucking tiger, don't be a pussy, just swear revenge and all that stuff.

tell him about the fire, might help you find the fuckers

>>18755486

It's remarkably easy to keep your cool, you find. Something inside is strained, but you immediately have control of the situation and ask your question.

The potato farmer shakes his head, not surprised by your reaction. Given that he knew your specific tribe, he is no doubt a well-travelled man, at least.

"Green fire... that's a mystery to me. And I'm no fool. I've been to Aridotte, Sersipa and all over. I've spectated magic duels and all. But that was no Elementalism. No Conjuration. No Druidry. The fire... it wasn't burning anything. It was just... there. Yet... and I'm sorry if it pains you to hear this, but the people who had died. The ones whose bodies were still alight. They looked like they had passed in agony. Water doused the flames easier than real ones, too. It was a scene of such wanton destruction... I had to get you out of there. I didn't feel it safe at all."

>>18755517

Many people become sobbing messes in a week's time. The moment they figured their parents were dead, they were stone-faced. Some are just like that.

>>18755584

Nod. 'I... understand. I thank you. Do you... do you have any clothing?'

>>18755645
This.
Also ask for our sword.

>>18755645

The man nods and reaches down to his side.

"I managed to salvage these. They were a little torn up, but Natalie sewed them just like she sewed you."

He hands you your old clothes. Calve-length pants, sandals, an undershirt and poncho with your tribe's markings on it. He hands them to you. You ask for your sword, too. He looks at your warily for a moment but soon turns again.

"Of course, of course." As he sits straight, he offers you your dao, resting in its sheath. "And this was on you, too."

He retrieves a small sack, one you kept looped onto your pants. Inside, you feel the familiar rustle of the ten opal pieces. But not just that. There's something else in there, too.

rolled 30 = 30

>>18755719
Well, better have a look into that bag.

>>18755719
Lets look into our bar

>>18755719
Look in the bag.

>>18755736

You open the bag, as is really the only proper course of action. The greenish, square cuts of gemstone glitter up at you. But amongst them, a rather dull object, a cut piece of leather, lies. It's a sigil of sorts. A ram's head is sewn into the fabric, and beneath it, the letters 'ARETHOS'. You don't recognise them.

>>18755773
Time to ask mister traveler if he knows anything about Arethos

rolled 2 = 2

>>18755773
put it back in the bag, look to see if the merchant was looking at it

>>18755773
Pick it up, turn it over in our hands, feel the stitching. Ask our new companion his name and if the work ARETHOS means anything. It probably won't.

Find Natalie and thank her for sewing our clothes back together.

>>18755789
This yours, traveller?

Ask about Arethos.

Also ask about Natalie. We ought to thank her.

Finally, ask where the merchant is going, and whether he minds us joining him.

>>18755834
>>18755815
>>18755789

You have a series of questions at the traveller. Of course, not all at once, but he offers his answers. First, you ask his name.

"I'm Gram Nowell, young nomad. I trade amongst the western villages of the Reach, sometimes all the way to the east. But that's only when I have special cargo to be delivered, see?"

You show him the badge inside the pouch. He raises a brow and leans forward. Either he's more trustworthy than most merchants or he's doing a good job of pretending he didn't rifle through your stuff.

"Strange, that. You have a sigil of Arethos, but you don't know them? They're one of the most influentual families in the country of Homme. Strong line of Druids. That sigil is proof of loyalty. You sure it's yours?"

You ask to see Natalie, also to find where he's headed, and if you can join.

"We're going to Losaid, a small town in Settehem. My home, that is. We'll be crossing the border of Equius soon. And you're welcome to follow all the way as you wish. But if we're going to get there before sundown, we can't stop. So you'll have to wait to meet Natalie. She's driving us, after all." He glances back down at the sigil. You can tell by his glance, it's worth a lot of money.

"So, do you have any idea on what you're going to do, lad?"

find this family, they might know whats up or they mighta been the killers.
then we can stroll into a mansion and kill everything that moves

Ask him where Homme is.
If its on the way, we might part ways.

If not, I see no reason not to help them in return for their kindness

>>18755976
Seeking out those Arethos people, certainly.
I have a thing for alchemy, myself. And the Ram visited me in a dream.

We're probably in no shape to go around on our own.

There should be no harm in joining his family for now, if they don't mind. But only if they don't mind; who knows when the green fire will come at us or something?

>>18756041
>>18756085
>>18756075

You ask Gram where Homme is, and if it's okay to travel with him. The earnesty of the question prompts a laugh. He sits back and lights a pipe. Despite the odd circumstances, he has a broad warmth to his demeanour. You wonder if he was really meant to be a merchant at all.

"Of course you can come with us. We did pick you up, after all. As for Homme... it's to the West. Once we get into Settehem, you can probably get a horse. Go north-west through Vanthania and keep riding with the sun. You'll reach Homme eventually."

After a moment of thought, you decide to mention the Ram in your dream. You've clearly decided to find Arethos.

"Ram? Sigil of Arethos, clearly, but that's a little strange, isn't it? I'm not much of a diviner, son. Can't tell you what that means."

Apparently, he doesn't realise the Ram Spirit's existence. Foreigners, eh?

What next? Perhaps you can get some shut-eye before reaching Losaid. Or you can talk to Gram. Or you can do none of the above. It's your choice.

>>18756192
Say how much days to reach our location?

maybe he knows some basic alchemy, being a traveler and all he might have learned a trick from a country or something.

if not, sleep

>>18756245

"Well, we'll get to Losaid by daybreak. Been on the road for two days already, since picking you up. As for Homme... hm." He tilts his head back, puffing on his pipe and musing with a hum. "On a good horse, at least five days riding. That's guessing that you don't plan on sleeping much, of course."

>>18756265

"Alchemy? Sorry, lad. Not my specialty." After nodding to his question, you finally lay down again, resting your sore head on your pillow. Despite the fact you woke up not too long ago, it's not long at all before you fall asleep again.

(continued)

>>18756325

Something stirs you. It's not the rumbling of the wagon, you can feel that has stopped entirely. It's much more local, much closer. You feel it again. It's leather. A boot, infact, scuffing against your upper arm. With the third kick, it's hard to remain asleep.

"Get up, nomad." A voice calls above. Clearing your eyes and de-fogging your mind, you find yourself still in the wagon. No 'it was all a dream' for you. Above you stands a boy. He can't be any more than sixteen years old. He wears a baggy, dusty coat that shrouds most of his form, and a capotain hat, the brim low over his eyes. Straw coloured hair spirals out from beneath, framing a rounded, freckled face. Sharp blue eyes watch you from above. Despite his slight frame, he has all the roughness of a pirate to him.

"We're here. Father says you can put these on if you don't want to advertise you're the last of Lolua." He tosses new clothes down at you. Simple western garb. Full length trousers, a shirt and a worn jacket. A voice calls from outside.

"Natalie! You have the house key, dangit!"

The girl(!) gives one more look over you before climbing out the back of the wagon to help her father.

get changed and go out.

i wonder how much a horse costs

>>18756468
Make sure she get's a good look.
(Love interest required.)

>>18756421
Ooooh, a tsundere reverse trap?

>>18756536
Hence: >>18756514

>>18756548
Yeah i get it

Hey OP, out of curiousity, what would crow's and snake's weapons have been?

>>18756514
>>18756468

You put on the new clothes given to you by Natalie, getting up rather hastily in the attempt to flash the goods. But she pays no heed. You remember the old saying your father gave, 'Women are as cold as the north'. You've never been north but it sounds pretty frigid. All in all, you're not impressed. The pants don't have the looseness about the crotch that you found so comforting, and the jacket is downright restrictive. Attaching your pouch to the beltloop of your pants and tying the dao over your back, you give one last look to your comfy yet attractive nomad garb before sticking out.

And stick out, you do. Of all the people on the cobbled, seaside streets of Losaid, you are the only one with a sword on your back. The tan skinned ladies and gentlemen glance over you before going back to their business. It's a lot sunnier here than you're used to in the steppes, for one, so you're already sweating.

As Natalie and Gram argue over who has the keys to the house, you think of how much it would cost to get a horse. Of course, you have no money whatsoever, so that's something of a moot point. Finally, Gram opens the door to their home, having the keys all along.

"Alright, Natalie, take the horses up to grandpa's place, alright? Nomad, you feel hungry?" He gestures to the open door of his snug, but comfortable looking home. Made of a pure cut, white stone rather than laid bricks, and with a house of straw, it's certainly different from what you've seen before. The rest of the houses on the sloping street seem to be the same, all the way down to the beach. As Natalie drives further up the hill on the wagon, you can almost hear the seagulls welcoming you. Almost makes you forget that your entire family was killed not three days ago.

put your old clothes back

>>18756640

You turn back to get your old clothes. But Natalie is already getting further and further away in the wagon. Your clothes are in the back. Dammit.

>>18756665
Time for breakfast, then.

>>18756622
Let's have a breakfast, then go bathe in the ocean. We're a simple nomad, your ways confuse us.

run and hop into the wagon then get changed there and ride back walk back with her or grab the clothes and get changed in the house.

>>18756698
We've probably never seen the ocean before, now that i think about it...

>>18756721
Maybe we should up to the water and then run away as a wave comes in. Test it's courage and see if it wishes to challenge us...

Well, I don't think we should be that dumb-struck but we should definitely act a little in-awe.

>>18756707

Just thinking about doing that makes you tired. The wagon isn't forever lost, you'll get your clothes back eventually.

>>18756693
>>18756698

But it's dinner time. The sun is in the West and the sky is starting to gain tints of orange. But heck, you have breakfast anyway. Eggs, sausage and potato wedges are fried up as you move inside. It's a quaint place, full of pots, pans, tables, drawers, a big stove, a fire that seems to never get used and even stairs leading to a second floor. The furniture is clean cut, decorative, even, with swirls and patterns in the chair backs and windows that you've never seen before. On the Reach, furniture is much more of a quick-as-you-can and durable-as-you-can matter. You sit on one of the fancy-pancy chairs and eat the dinner provided. You understand meat, eggs and potatoes, at least. It's a delicious meal, one you take your time savouring.

"So, nomad," Bram sits down to your right, setting his plate down and another across from you. Natalie soon comes in, looking a little short of breath and sitting down at the table. "You're heading to Homme, yes? Any thoughts about how you'll get there?"

>>18756743
OCEAN
I,(name) WARRIOR OF THE TIGER, LAST SURVIVOR OF MY TRIBE,CHALLENGE YOU!
I'VE KILLED THE MIGHTEST RABBITS AND DRUNK THE FINEST ALCHEMISTS POTIONS
YOU CAN'T DEFEATE ME!

then a wave come by and wash him away

>>18756721
>>18756743

You wonder if you've seen the ocean before. Of course you have. The Equius Reach is also known as the central landbridge. There's ocean to the north and south of you, for heaven's sake. You've gotten over your amnesia, already. Gram asked you a question. Don't be rude.

>>18756780
Walking?

>>18756801
Awww, no adorable antics.
>>18756780
"Well, assuming I cannot get a horse I will walk. I don't have any money though."

perhaps see if your rabit poitions would sell or maybe take a job as a temporary guard till you have the cash for a horse

>>18756865
Oh! Why not just join a caravan going that way as a guard?

>>18756874
oh snap, that's some sharp thinking

>>18756817
>>18756829

Natalie takes off her capotain especially to glare at you like you're the greatest fool she's met.

"Walk? To Homme? You'll be on your feet for a month, Nomad, it's almost as big as the Reach is long." She unceremoniously piles as much food as she can on her fork and busies herself. Bram takes his time, taking a swig from that amber liquid occasionally, but nods in agreement.

"Sadly, my glowing example of ladyhood here is right... it will take you a long time to get there. Tell you what. Why not stay the night? I'll figure something out for you." He gave 'not to worry' sort of nod and continued with his meal.

>>18756865

Your suggestion brings a ponderous expression to the middle-aged merchant's features.

"You can make potions, can you? If it's rabbits you need, we have plenty just outside the town... no wait... that's hare... are hares okay?" You're not sure. "Anyway... I doubt you'll find much work as a guard. People are getting better at making their own guards. Summoning, they call it. Always a new fad with the kids, I tell you."

>>18756906
DAMN SUMMONERS THEY'RE STEALING ALL WER JERBS.

anyway, i guess it is alright to spend the night

>>18756874

His answer is much the same. There's little danger in Setteheim and people can conjure their own guards. There's little chance of finding someone willing to pay. At least in this town.

try out the hares tomorrow.
test it on a live hare.
hmm, are the opals for the potion rare?
it'd be nice if we could find more, if not, we'd only sell a few and thats if they sell well enough

oooh, ask if it's hard to learn to summon

>>18756965
Sounds legit.
And we might have to pay for our stuff, so getting accustomed to money should be a good idea.

>>18756906
"You forget my nomadic nature. A month on your feet may seem like a long time to you, but to me that is the status quo. What, did you think we all just rode on those carts of ours? Some people had to walk. If we all just sat around I would be a very round young man."

"Regardless, I will hunt some of those hares tomorrow and test their hearts for potion making. For all I know it will result in a more potent potion. For tonight, I'll happily accept your hospitality."

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>>18756906
op we could walk to homme in five days. 20 to 30 miles a day for a horse was considered good. A human in good condition can walk that same distance in a day. We're a fucking nomad walking forever is our thing. At most i would say two weeks to homme and that's taking it very very slow.

>>18756985

Gram nods. "It's pretty difficult, alright. Natalie here tried. Couldn't get the hang of it at all, isn't that right, Natalie?"

The blonde glares at her father from across the table. You've seen that look before. It's the look of a Steppes wildcat about to gut a rabbit.

>>18757015

"If you say so." Natalie replies. You sure shut that teenage girl up.

>>18756965
>>18756998

After eating, you thank Gram for the meal and accept his invitation to stay. You're sure he'll stick to his word of helping you out tomorrow, but you wake up early in the morning anyway. It's a long enough walk from his house to the edge of the town. The air's a little dry and so is the plantlife around here. But sure enough, a hare appears near a big sycamore tree. He's quite some distance from you and doesn't seem to realise you're there yet. You usually hunted with javelins, and you weren't even that great with them so... what do you do?

>>18757056
At a double march, a company of soldiers can cover roughly 24 miles in a day, I believe.

So yah, we could jog all the way there in a week. I mean, if we were the Nigerians of the planet.

>>18757056

(Noted. In that case, Gram highly overestimates the speed of horses and Natalie underestimates walking speed. It would probably take about two weeks to get to Homme through Vanthania.)

set up a trap?

>>18757135

You don't have anything to build a trap with. Infact, you don't have a trap, you don't have a hound of any kind and you don't have javelins. You're out of all the things considered hunting equipment.

What exactly was your plan, run at the hare, swing your dao and battlecry?

can we find some wood and make a javelin?

>>18757165

...yes...

OP, just one more time, if it's not too much trouble, what are frog, snake, and crow's weapons?

>>18757169

As resourceful as you are, it's easy to find a sycamore branch and whittle it. At first, you're a little rough handed with the dao, but you manage to make a fine, if not somewhat short, javelin out of it. You can try throw the javelin at the hare from there. It'd require you to make a perception roll on a 1d10. You would need to roll at least a seven to even graze the guy.

>>18757192

Or you can always do this.

>>18757193

The Frog weapon was actually a martial arts style, the Crow weapon is a kris and the Snake weapon is a pair of katars. Was debating on keeping them secret, as I don't plan to reveal too much that isn't revealed in-game, but I'm pretty sure people will have forgotten this before it becomes relevant again.

>>18757103
as a side note about soldiers. the romans were bad ass they were required to be able to march a marathon everyday. But then again they had damn good roads. Trying to resist history major urges.... nope can't. Marathon comes from the battle of Marathon a soldier after fighting the battle runs the roughly 26 miles to Athens to deliver news of victory over the Persians. He runs into the assembly shouts out that they won then collapses and dies. .

>>18757220

I think I'll pack it up here for now. It's been four hours and hare-hunting is a fine place to leave our protagonist. Any objections? If not, Nomad Quest continues tomorrow.

rolled 10 = 10

kill the rabbit!

can we atleast pick up the quest tomorrow using the same roll?

>>18757332

Disregard everything I have previously said! You throw the javelin and, despite your normally poor throw, your sharpened instrument pierces the hare's head. It rolls along the ground, wooden shaft sticking through its cranium. At least it didn't suffer. You feel pretty good about yourself. You already have one hare (and its heart) to your name. That's one potential potion. Of course, you need some bluebells for it, too. You come to the sudden thought that it would be pretty horrible luck if they didn't have bluebells in this country.

>>18757368

I'll archive it, no worries. So, save game and quit, y/n?

rolled 20 = 20

>>18757332
KILL DA RABBIT!

we could probably find some in a market, right?

>>18757377
Id love to continue

it's fine if ya don't want to though

rolled 4 = 4

>>18757332
>>18757390
The HARE* has been slain!

>>18757402

I really appreciate the interest. It's my first quest and I put about two weeks of solid work/writing/system crafting before starting. So I really do appreciate it. But I think this is a fine place to call it for now. The nomad has suffered his first tragedy and his first victory. The scale's a little lopsided, but you gotta take what you can get. I'll be here tomorrow. And most likely every day. Clearly, there's a long way to go before Homme, nevermind slaying some green fire weilding murderers.

>>18757439
Later OP, great quest.

>>18757439
Its your first time? Damn! Really impressive, wouldnt have thought so.

Looking forward to the continuation tomorrow!

>>18757439
>The nomad has suffered his first tragedy and his first victory

Yes the bards will sing about our epic fight against that mighty rabbit

jokes aside, i wait for the next installment of this quest OP. The Universes intrigues me