>>20722412
Karin children...well pups, grow a bit faster than human children, something I hadn't realized until I saw it for myself. The phrase "growing like a weed" certianly applies to the little ones, but then they're all like that.

While the journey to the Free Kingdoms was a relatively dull affair, something Sir Virgil had warned me about beforehand, I did gather a fair number of rumors in the various towns and cities we stopped in along the way. It was refreshing to simply travel, a feeling I regret I had not been able to indulge as often as I would have liked at that time, owing to my daughter and an unwillingness to be parted from them in the wake of the ork attack.

The merchant city we were making for was Bolitaria, a port city ruled by a council of merchant lords. I can't say I much cared for the place, more accustomed to villages or some dank cave or fortress when not in Teegee. The girls seemd to love it though, so I suffered the place with as much humor as I could.

I learned later that Karrigan had been dropping my name a fair bit among the merchants, perhaps hoping that passing off the caravan as being mine might garner a better deal or something, but I can't say how well that went. Either way, I was invited to visit one of the merchant lords, a man named Geralt I believe, to discuss business. I had hoped to let Karrigan handle whatever negotiations were needed and I was relieved to find that he was more interested in hearing my telling of my tales than in the prices of magic trinkets, something he left to his chamberlain.

If nothing else, the trip gave me a new respect for the diplomats of Teegee. Entertaining nobles is bad enough when you aren't trying to convince them that yours is the best idea in a matter. They can have that job, as far as I'm concerned.

So, hey, my first time at this, anybody mind if I write a bit about Castle Waifu's R&D/Engineering Department?

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>>20722740
Go for it.

>>20722740
Nope, but no need to go too crazy. Remember, we don't want to be TOO conspicuously technological. Let the Gnomes have that one.

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>>20722634
Thankfully that was only a one time ordeal, and I spent most of the rest of the time either escorting the merchants and their wares to the various vendors that had shown interest or escorting my waifus to whichever stalls happened to catch their eye. I can only say it was a good thing that I don't control the purse strings in the family, or else we would have left that city much lighter of coin. I can only take so many sets of sad puppy eyes, but thankfully someone all but immune to them controlled the finances.

I spent some time gathering information, but it seemed that there were few in the way of ruins in these parts. I might have found more, but some of the locals started to take offense to my choice of colors and company. Blue, it turned out, was the preferred color of one of the pirate families who happened to be in port during that time and they did not seem to be well liked. After a few jaws were broken, I got the feeling we were unwelcome and stayed away from the taverns for the duration of the trip.

The merchants were much more sucessful and before long we were on our way back to Teegee, coffers full and notes flush with new locations to scout out later on. I can't say I like traveling that far, but I must say, it has its moments.

-excerpt from The Knight Sergeant's Tale

>>20722740

Go ahead, it'd be good to get some technologies in. Also, let's try to engineer something that isn't a weapon this time. I've had about half a dozen merchants bitching at me because we can't sell some of the things we make. Even had one try to convince me he could get a good deal for the automatic shovel launcher.

>>20722801

By the Divines, give me the mans name! The last thing I need is for some coin-happy idiot to sell that monstrosity to some foreigner and then the next thing you know either we'll be at war becasue all the nobles of a land were killed during a demonstration of it or they decided to mass produce it and send them to all our cities.

>>20722857

No need, daft bastard tried to steal it from the pit where we keep it. I was following him in case he tried something like that. So I saw the whole thing.

I didn't know gibs could fly that high.

Be advised, I'm writing this as I go, so it'll take a bit to finish.

"Welcome to the Hole, Home of Castle Waifu's R&D Dept. I'm Sir Daniel Fortesque, your new boss and this is your introductory tour! Now step lightly, we've a lot to familiarize you with and not enough time to do so."


"So, the Hole was founded about 1.5 years A.A.(After Arrival). Formed by a majority of the people with actual engineer training, our first action, after shoving the role of Department Head onto me, those pricks, was the establishment of a source of electricity, completed a little less than 1 year later, after we managed to get a stable source of the raw minerals we need to actually make the initial generator."

"What kind of generator? Hydroelectric. There's a river about a quarter of a mile south of the castle, strong current, and perfect for our needs so far."

>>20722972


"Afterwards, with the establishment of the generator, and the aquisition of enough copper and rubber from trades to make the wires, we wired up the major rooms of the castle with the outlets and whatnot needed to power the few electronics we managed to bring with us from Earth."

"Like? Well, your husband's Music Player, The Librarian's Kindle, etc. Continuing, right now, we're experimenting two things. Making lightbulbs, and extracting Aluminum. We've got a source of the raw ore we need from the Dwarves, but actually bringing the knowledge from half forgotten memory and scattered wikipedia pages is turing out to be slightly more difficult than we thought."

"For starters, we've discovered 99 ways not to make a lightbulb, and 2 ways to make really crappy lighbulbs. They work, but a lit candle gives more light."

>>20722927
Death finds those who seek him out I guess.


On an unrelated note, I think someone should add the Bro Code and the established holidays that were set down in I think the second or third thread, to the 1d4chan page.

>>20723047

"Meanwhile, on the aluminum, wait, what? Massively expensive? Of course it is, that's why we're trying to make it. This world is still using the chemical means of extraction, as opposed to what the Hole is doing, which is something called the Hall–Héroult process."

"What is it? A vastly cheaper way of extracting Aluminum. The exact details of it I don't know, so you'll need to ask the project manager. Anyway, the reason for making the aluminum in the first place is something you've already answered. It's massively expensive for the rest of the world to make, but extremely cheap for us to make, as soon as we get the system running. Thus, we buy bauxite, widely considered worthless, then process it, and make a mint off selling the aluminum."

"Anyway, you'll be working on one of the minor projects. Specifically, the Babbage engine. Project lead is the male gnome Jorwyn Halvas, You'll recognize him from the giant mass of white hair he's got. Have fun!"

>>20723194
I like these people already, and I wish to apprentice with them.

There have been many instances in which I have been mistaken as an aide or mercenary when meeting with foreign dignitaries for the first time. The fact that I forgo the heavy armor and usual sword or polearm of my brethren and my tendency to stick to the background may have something to do with it. In fact, I am often asked why I do not carry a sword (I do carry one, just not regularly) or heavy armor. My normal reply is that such arms and armor just don’t fit my preferred fighting style, not my lifestyle. I am less of an adventurer than any other Harem Knights; I have no desire for wealth and riches or to expand my harem. I enjoy my work and am more than happy with the few waifus that I already have. While this is an acceptable explanation for most, there are those who are either overly curious or pigheaded and always want to know more.

When the Blades were first formed, we had no real established fighting style, only a rough set of tenants to follow. They were simply rules and tactics that could apply to any sort of fight. In the early days most of us fought with knives, they were relatively plentiful and over time we became quite adept in their use. One of our prime tenants is to deny your opponent the ability to retaliate. In unarmed combatives, this entails getting within their strike zone and using things like grapples, chokes and joint locks. The same tactic can be applied to blades. The strike zone of a sword is actually quite far out, and the weapon loses much of its effectiveness once you get inside it. A dagger is an excellent weapon once you’re this close; adding a second for defensive work lets you get close easier and stay there longer. Small blades are also good for exploiting weak points like joints and gaps in heavily armored foes.

>>20723332

All of that is relatively mundane, however; any competent fighter can tell you the same. The first real innovation, or should I say maturation, of the Blades fighting style came around a year after our sacking of that first Elven town. It was during our first Savior’s Day celebration that I witnessed an act by a troupe of Felim dancers and acrobats. There was just something about the way they moved that spoke to me, it was a thing of beauty, and it was inspiring. If you had told me I was going to be taking dancing lessons from cat-people after being teleported to another dimension back in the Old Realm, I would have punched you in the face. But dancing lessons I did take, and while I will admit that I was nowhere near as graceful or fluid in my movements as even the clumsiest of Felim, the training served its purpose. The dance techniques I learned incorporated almost flawlessly into a fighting style. To this day, no matter what their intended role in the Blades or preferred fighting style, all Initiates are taught the basics of what has become known as the Felim Blade Dance Technique. (Editor’s note: For more information, see Dance of Death: A Primer on Knife Fighting, also penned by the author)

>>20723348

While I never really made much of a publication of my work (as well as that of others who helped refine it) in the early days, I still find it amusing that on the occasion that I did let slip that my fighting style was based on Felim dancing, no one ever believed me. In fact, most foreigners found the idea downright degrading and even at times insulting. This made it all the more hysterical the few times I was forced into a duel because of what I had said, and won. Now that is not to say that my knife work is unbeatable, there have been numerous times in which a pair of daggers has fallen short or simply proved ineffective for a task. I find that while good for dealing with humanoid threats, a sword really is better when facing monsters and vermin. For when such a weapon is needed, I prefer a style of sword based on from the Old Realm called a Falcata. It is capable of delivering very powerful blows for a weapon of its size and works well in indoors, with a shield or even from horseback.

-From the memoirs of Sir Dustyn Howle, Master of the Order of Blades

>>20723194

Hey, hard-hats! Think of cheap way to make nice mirrors or glass. I'd gladly invest my money into glass-works. Money shouldn't be laying useless; it should circulate, earn even more funds!

>>20723194
Castle Waifu R&D Division: "The Hole"

Established 1.5 A.A. By a small cluster of engineers, The Hole currently employs approximately 67 people in various Research, ranging from simple lightbulbs to napalm, though with little success thus far.

The Hole's first major project, wide considered by the denizens of Castle Waifu as massively useful, is their Hydroelectric plant, etablished at a nearby river, which provided electricity to Castle Waifu, allowing all those from the Other Realm access to their electronics once again.

Also their massive collections of porn, but no one talks about that.

At least, not in public. Rumors do say, however, that quite a few of the Waifu's have been given some, interesting, ideas from the material, but actual evidence is understandably light.

Their next major success, completed in winter of 3 A.A., was the recreation of the Hall-Heroult process, allowing the sale of aluminum to the nearby nations of Mirthterrah and the Dwarven Holds.
The incoming funding gave the Harem Knights needed income to support the fledgling nation, allowing them to buy the food and supplies they needed to make it through the lean years following the the minor famine of the next year.

In 5 A.A., with assistance from certain Gnomes, most notably Sir Jorwyn Halvas, the Babbage engine was recreated, and subsequently classified, along with the vacuum tube.

>>20723420
Glass? Glass is easy.

All we need is the right sand. Get us that, and you'll have your glass.

I think we've actually got a glassworker on staff too.

Just in case no-one saw it before the last thread auto-saged, I can post up the little piece I had on magic and wizards in the setting. Anyone interested?

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At the time I write this, I have five children by the waifus of my harem, Amanda and Micheal by Karrigan, Juniper by Prescilla, Gwynivere by Melena, and Dusk by Bethany. Either by intent or some divine coincidence, my son and three of my daughters were all born in the same month. A blessing to be sure, but going from having a child and four wives to support to four wives and five children tempered my previous recklessness. It was a result of this that I went from the Abysswalker of bardic tale to the knight-sergeant, a less glamorous title, but one I have come to appreciate more so than the others I have held over the years.

I still ventured out into ruins from time to time, make no mistake, but those trips were less frequent now, and often to less dangerous ruins. My harem was not distressed over this, of course. Even without the gold from the many ruins, we wanted for nothing, living what would have been considered in the old world something akin to upper middle class, with the pub, Karrigan's item shop and trade caravans, and Prescilla's ice cream bringing in more than enough, to say nothing of Bethany and Melena's odd excursions, making my job as a trainer almost redundant, almost a hobby of sorts.

One thing I can say about the job is that it keeps me healthy. In the old world, sloth and laziness had been the bane of my existence, as it had been for many others, but after the hard months I had found my exercise of blade training much to my liking, and I certainly can't complain about the effects it had. I had already been tall and broad of shoulder, but the training had added more muscle and trimmed most of the fat from my body, though most of that had been gone well before any of them met me.

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This damnable man. He is able to tell us everything we want to hear, and yet give us none of it. And it’s he’s not even lying or twisting the truth, quite the opposite. When that “Sir” Fearghaile of the land “TeeGee” is at the table, he tells us the honest, painful truth. He tells us exactly what we want and what we’re looking for (and the bastard’s right too), and then he says exactly what he is looking for and no more. By any man’s account, and by all of our accountants understanding, his terms are always reasonable, sometimes even more beneficial to us than them. But their terms for these agreements are always rock solid and without loophole. No way to undermine this diplomat, no way to gain the upper hand. He always negotiates from a position of strength, and even when we do not know how or why. This nation that just popped up in the former frontier Hold, taken from us long ago by the elves plays an entirely neutral and benevolent part in our game of thrones.

And that is what confounds and frustrate me.

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>>20724533
Never in all my years, in all my days have I seen a man act so flagrantly before the High King of Mirthterrah. Not even the hated Elves ever sent an envoy that didn’t show his respects. Yes, Fearghaile remembers his courtesies when he talks to King Wilhelm IX (though I suspect because he has trouble remembering his name), even though he brings that animal along with him into our court strangely dressed as some Outrealmer mercenary, and even asks her council from time to time! The scandal of it! I have even seen her (“Kikki” as I believe she is called) openly insult him, and rather than strike her as a man of his status should, he laughs aloud and delivers some petty quip back, as if they were two siblings or, heavens damn it, quarreling lovers.

After our previous High King’s ill fated attempt to capture this knight and kill his pet, it was clear he was not strong enough for the throne, and High King Wilhelm IX, Myrthter bless his long reign, took his rightful place. And of course, Fearghaile has been savvy to pretty much every plot to remove him from our hair, sidestepping them expertly and acting as if it had never happened, as though he were doing us some favor. As the fools who have faced him and lived, the scant stories bards tell of his prowess in battle seem like they may have some truth behind them.

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>>20724554
Ability in combat would be one of the few things of him that would not surprise me, as he travels with three different swords, full armor with shield, a bow and a hatchet. Last Summer Festival, he brought a brace of lances and entered our jousting tournament. And won!
It bothered me more that I could hear as more cheers than jeers at his victory.

He’s slippery though. Every time we have reports of lost slaves, heading east, or slain bandits, put down by some Knight Errant, he always gives me the same line “Your internal issues of governance are neither my responsibility nor interest. My only concern is the relations between our nations, and unless you can show me how we are relevant to your issues of property and vagrants, stop summoning me.”

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>>20724566
After the first time we summoned him for this, he requested we send why we are summoning him before he show. Arrogant bastard.

Still, there’s nothing to be done about it. Their open and amicable relations with the other, lesser races are well known. We would not be able to go to war without Dwarven steel or Gnomish siege machines, and even if they were, stories of TeeGee’s warriors, from Elves to savage Orks to experienced and powerful Outrealmer warriors, make our victory less certain, and that’s even if we could get all of the Jarls to put their hand on it. Fearghaile has been a busy man. The Jarl of Drasavia speaks well of him now.

Damn that man to hell

I am sorry to bother you, brother, of matters of state you will not care much for, but I needed someone to confide in on this matter. My position may be getting to me. You were right, being the Hand does not suit me.

-From the letters of Hansel Stork, Hand of the High King Wilhelm IX

Well hello fair Knights, it seems that I have to live up to my promise today. Better get writing!

>>20724400
The job had other satisfactions as well. Aside from being able to go home to my wives every night, I was also able to pass along my knowledge and experiences to the younger members of our order. I was only in my thirties at the time, but to lads and lasses as young as sixteen, I seemed a wizened old man. Flattering at times, but damned if they didn't make me feel like an old man, more so when my oldest became old enough to start dating. I was doing well enough with just her, but a few years later when the other three girls started coming of age I swear my hair went to gray overnight.

My daughters, oddly enough, all took after their respective mothers. Gwynavere was a rambunctious tomboy growing up, as was Dusk, but while one tended more towards her fathers methods, the later tended towards the sneakier approach. She only thought she was being sneaky when I didn't scold her for jumping across rooftops at night, even if I knew every time she snuck out. Amanda took to the merchant trade more readily than her mother had when first we met, though I could only guess at the time how that would turn out. Juniper, much like her mother, preferred things at a slower pace and was the most "ladylike" of the bunch, though I swear she was always too shy for her own good.

Micheal, at least, took after me, though it was funny seeing him try and heft his father's greatsword before I got him a blade closer to his own size. By the time he came of age to join the knights he and his sister Gwynavere were both fairly accomplished bladesmen, thought of vastly different styles. I find that as I grow older I seem to live through my children more and more, but such is the life of an old man, I suppose.

-excerpt from The Knight-Sergeant's Tale

>>20724400
>>20724724
I wonder if I'm getting ahead of myself by writing my character's ending before the rest of it...I suppose if nothing else it gives me a bit more structure to work within since now it's just a matter of filling in the in between details.

>>20724786
Seems fine to me.

Here we go, the next installment.
Within the weeks of the Ork invasion, things were… different. While the inclusion of the female Orks was unprecedented, there were some that harbored resentment towards them. Myself included. I had seen too many of my friends die at the hands of the greenskins, and the fact that many openly accepted these brutes into our homes did not sit well with many of the front-line defenders. Our creed was to found relationships upon loyalty and love, but even in Castle Waifu I didn’t keep my sword far from my hand when talking to them. Ever since that day I have not been the same, I see things in a more pallid wash of gray. I had departed my old self, and I suppose that came from the stresses of the invasion, and even after the attack on the elves I was fine, but this time it was different. I spent my time that wasn’t patrolling the ramparts or drilling defenders in the forest, practicing my archery, or going through some blade routines. One particular day of going out into the woods was enough to snap me out of the unsaturated world that I lived in, that day was the beginning of my recovery.

>>20725031


I had been practicing my aim at one hundred yards, the long green fletched arrows sprouting from the hay target far off in the forest’s glen. I had knocked another arrow, drawing the string back with a deep inhale, and closed one eye as I sighted the shaft towards the target. I held it for a moment as I found the spot, and exhaled, loosing the arrow through the forest. I heard the faint and distant sound of the arrow impacting the target, and bent down to pluck another arrow from the grass below my feet when I heard the sound of boots on the drying autumn grass. Whirling around I drew my sword, dropping into a ready combat stance. I stood there for a moment as the green robed figure stood before me, completely calm. I sheathed the blade, the oiled leather letting the blade fall silently into its resting place, the metal clasp emitting a soft click as the hand guard met the end of the scabbard. The sun was filtering through the patchy canopy of leaves, casting odd swathes of shadow across the figure as it moved towards me. I kept a hand on the pommel of the sword, and was wary of its advance when it presented a leather gloved hand and put it on my chest. Shocked, but still cautious, I stood motionless, waiting to see what would happen next.

>>20725037

The figure stood there for a moment, and brought its other hand up to the hoods open and held it there for a moment before looking back at me, and withdrawing the hand on my chest. Standing for a moment, it brought its hands to the edges of its hood and pulled back, revealing the person who had remained so close to my side all this time, while remaining a complete secret. The delicately embroidered hood fell back on the shoulders of my silent keeper, revealing the light coloured hair, like cream, and the light skinned tips of long ears poking through the demure braids. I stood there, mouth nearly agape, the only thing keeping it closed was the tenseness of my jaw. I tracked down the figure with my eyes, past the hair and the ears, to a pair of strong, silvery eyes that blinked back at me. Another step forward into a patch of sunlight revealed that this dark skinned elf was the person who had been following me, the one who thanked me at the gate, the one who gifted me things and taken care of me when I feel off the wall. She was beautiful to me, though, I realized why she wore her hood all the time. She bored large scars on her face, across a cheek, across the bridge of her nose; another curving down her jaw onto her neck… it looked like she had been through a great ordeal in her lifetime.

>>20725042

She was not as dark as a Drow, but this light skinned brown elf stood before me, and I looked at her for the first time in a light that seemed unnatural to me. I was so used to seeing things washed out of all their colour, and I finally noticed the green of her clothing, as I struck a face, and pulled my hand to the green scarf I had been wearing around my neck for years now, and looked back at her. She simply just smiled at me, and gently put her arms around me and squeezed ever so daintily. I was awestruck, almost to the point where I did not return the hug. I snapped out of it, and squeezed her back as we sat down on a large mossy stone, and sat in silence till the sky turned pink and red with the setting sun.

I had returned.

My god, I just started following these in the past few days, and now I want in.

So, is there any rule to how you start your story, or do you just throw yourself into the fray?

>>20725058
Pretty much, yeah. Just start your story from whatever point in time from whichever point of view(outworlder, native, etc) and roll with it.

>>20725058
Nothing concrete, just keep with the tone and don't mess with another guy's character without asking.

>>20725052
And so we finaly meet her.
>f5f5f5

> Repost in case no-one read it before the last thread autosaged


Broadly speaking, one can assume that any wizard you meet suffers from at least some form of autism, in one way or the other. This rule is not absolute, but there is a very good reason why it holds true; the laws of magic are such that the very specific mindset of an autistic person has a much easier time grasping them. To some, magic is an art, or form of expression, to others, it's just a science, but for whatever reason, autistic individuals have an easier time manipulating the arcane. This, of course, is not the only way to attain magical mastery, but it is among the easiest.

Another method is magical breeding. Over the course of several generations, the children of magic-using parents start to be born with an inherent talent for magic. This manifests in the form of increased reserves of magical energy and a natural aptitude for the easier spells, even to the extent of instinctively knowing how to use magic, without tuition, in some of the oldest bloodlines. The first signs of this predilection are usually seen in the second generation born to a line. In Mithterrah, most magical institutions boast the progeny of many generations of focused breeding. It is often thought that magic is itself a CAUSE of autism, but this is not the case. In fact, it is simply that the families of Mithterrah's mages were mostly founded by autistic mages, their natural ability for magic having been passed on, along with the magical talent.

>>20725112
Of course, having neither autism, nor magical lineage is not a complete barrier to learning magic. Some individuals have managed to become mages while lacking either of these traits, some even becoming magic-users of great renown. It is simply a much harder trail for them to grasp what their peers take to naturally.

It is worth noting also, that 'autism' has been discovered to be a somewhat catch-all term. Several of the knights of deviant kingdom of Teegee have demonstrated at least passing talent for magic and sorcery, despite not being autistic in the strictest sense of the word. The current suspicion is that this is in some way tied to their uniquely sane brand of madness, utterly unknown elsewhere in the world.

- Extract from the graduate papers of Zerion Eindclar, student of the Midyahs University of the Arcane, 12 of Sun's Height, 4th year after Arrival (Teegee calendar)

As has become something of a hallowed tradition among those who seek to follow the path started by the Harem Knights of TeeGee, I; Cezario, a young immigrant to this land; have chosen to record the details of my life and it's adventures. Though I am not born of this land and it's peoples, I have found myself drawn to the concept of a place where I am capable of proving my worth with my own wiles and skills. One can only pray I am drawn here by the lure of finding someone to love out there in the world and not by something as crass as greed or vainglory.

Though I am young in years (seventeen as of this entry; currently the calendar of this land marks it as 1.7 A.A.) my arm is strong and knowledge of the wildlife's habits between TeeGee and Mirthterra has secured me a place in the local patrols for now. My past is something that is less than truly remarkable but I shall record it for posterity's sake. I am an only child born to peasantry in Mirthterra's eastern lands near the border between it and TeeGee. My father (a member of the local militia) passed a year ago during a squad fight with a pair of manticore - it was mating season and the already horrid beasts are extra ferocious when in heat - in a death I was told was swift but gruesome. Mother had fallen into a torpor of sorts, a state of misery from which she can barely rouse herself. It is a hope of mine to establish myself and send for her to come here. I feel this place's happiness can maybe ease her pain...

>>20725073

Indeed you do. Now, where will that meeting take me? I don't know, but I suspect that someone may enjoy reading it.

>>20725128

There are strange customs here, which some of the Outworlders have referred to as 'culture shock'. The inhabitants here actually speak in straight terms! None of my old home's doubletalk so common to those of higher stations; when someone here says something, you can hold it to be direct truth. I was raised on a different concept, but am enjoying this new method of communication.

At the moment, I have yet to find myself a Waifu. Perhaps I'm simply being too diligent in my duties? Or that special someone (or someones!) haven't come across my path yet. It is impossible to tell; and I'm told not to rush it. "You'll know when it's right" I keep being told.. It is a strange way of thinking but it suits me somehow.

A number of the non-human inhabitants are openly wary of me at the moment but that's understandable given the history of bias against them. Besides, they're all either taken or have their eyes on another. Oh, and there's some I simply don't have a care for. The Arachne; namely.

Now, don't get me wrong or mistake this for bigotry! I just happen to have a bad case of fearing spiders. Bit silly for a grown person, but everyone has their little fears.. Unfortunately for me mine tend to be twice the size of a man with fully functional hands! Goodness me. I think I may have to pause for a bit to collect myself!

>>20725058
Sounds good. Here it goes....

>>20725058
Welcome to the forge! If you want to ask about custom jobs, then you should talk to Fatwelder, he’s the hea-. Wait, you want to talk to me specifically? Sure, I can sit down and chat for a spell; it’s about time I break for the day, anyway. Just let me get Holgof to cover the end of my shift…

Alright, so what would you like to know? Oh, you saw me during the Ork invasion? Well, I guess it would be hard to miss something like that, especially after they found pieces of the guy across the courtyard. But don’t get the wrong idea. I’m not some skilled warrior or glory bound hero; after all, I don’t go on heroic adventures, bro it up with the other Harem Knights or anything like that. But if you’re still curious about what happened in the courtyard, I’ll have to start from the beginning.

Like everyone else, I came from the Out World. You’ve probably heard from everyone else how we came here; a wizard did it, he got killed by accident, and we were stuck here with no way back while winter slowly encroached on us. It’s the same story with me. I was studying engineering at the time; it was easy for me to comprehend, and I thought it would be a good career path to take. Thermodynamics was something that seemed especially appealing to me, and I wanted to work in energy efficiency. But then I chose to view that one damn post, and everything changed.

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>>20725224

So, I return from my brief respite to a conundrum. Having taken a walk outside (with my spear and sword equipped, of course!) I decided to take a look at the local bulletin board to see if there were any interesting goings-on in the area. Sure enough one caught my eye; and it involved one of my favorite places in the outlying areas of TeeGee.

The area in question is a small lake that houses a small watchtower. And by small watchtower I mean "Why would anyone built such a little thing on a tiny spit of land in the middle of a quiet lake that could just barely fit it on there?" Probably some wizard. Seems to be a fairly common reason for things like ruins everywhere. Bah. Anyways! It's a quite serene place, untouched nature save for the aforementioned small watchtower. I haven't told anyone about it; figuring I could keep it my own little secret for a while, maybe take a Waifu there so we could properly find love with one another without distractions.

The problem in question seemed to be spooky noises coming from the tower. Has someone unlocked something in that little building? I think I'll get leave and go investigate. A little adventuring may do me good.

>>20725340
While everyone panicked, I just sat still. My mind was still reeling from the surroundings suddenly changing around me, so I didn’t really know what was going on. Though I’ve never had anything so strange and unrealistic happen to me, I took things in stride; I didn’t really know how to take my predicament. I and a few others were able to organize the rest of the Out Worlders. We gathered some supplies, settled into the keep, and tried to send out search parties before the winter. While all that was going on, I did what I could to help out. I ran errands back and forth, helped out anyone I could, and tried to be as little nuisance as possible. Back then, I didn’t really have any practical experience, few of us did, though I did garner some survival techniques from those who had it.

Our scouts turned up dead, riddled with arrows. We learned from the survivors of the elves, which provided an insane risk to people with no weapons or fighting experience. I was scared, yes, but tried not to despair on what we couldn’t change. I tried to keep people from losing hope, but with winter encroaching and so many people to feed, I knew that most of us, if any, would survive. The best I could do was try to help hunt, and pray that those damned elves didn’t get to me. As winter came, people I knew began to die around me, and I could slowly feel myself weaken each day, even when I tried to save my energy. It’s not fun, watching friends die from starvation, realizing they’re already dead but still having to endure the wait.

I cried some nights when no one else was around to hear; it was truly the first time I’d ever felt absolute despair.

Alright, I might try something different this time. What say you all to getting into my characters' heads?

>>20725517
Go for it. You don't need my permission to start writing.

So, how did my "big reveal" go? Was it expected?

>>20725503
Hold on. Dinner, Be back in a bit.

>>20725558
A little, in that I expected a waifu to come of it. The scars, not so much. What's the significance of those?

>>20725558
Pretty much. Though so you know, the "Drow" haven't been discovered just yet. Rumors put them as secluded in the Dark Mountains. Brown elves are presumably common though, so don't worry.

It appears my tale might see a delay though, as I'm probably going out to make merry with my earthly Old Realm companions.

>>20725580

Always been something I'm drawn to I s'pose. That and its fairly unique.

That and my girlfriend has them

Some threads ago, someone mentioned compiling the stories here into a PDF/book. Is this still being worked on? If not, does anyone mind if I take over?

I've already written a few things for the book, actually.

>>20725495

So, having gotten leave I went to the lake. Yes, I know it was foolish to go alone but I didn't think it would be much of an issue. Nothing big could be in there unless magic was involved; and if it was then I was kind of done for anyway.

Upon reaching the lake, the shoreline revealed no clues. I steeled my nerve and pulled out a small raft I kept tucked away for getting to the small tower; making my way over the noises started. You have to understand that small building creates some surprising echoes. What was 'spooky sounds' actually turned out to be music! Singing to be precise!

At once I felt a lethargy overtake me. As the raft bumped into the place right outside the open entryway that the singing was coming from two things happened. The singing stopped, and I think I tipped over into the water. All I remember of that incident was staring up and seeing the sunlight shimmering through a haze of water and the dappling of the trees that shadowed the lake...

>>20725873

I was the one doing this, I would prefer to remain unchallenged but if you wish to I only ask that you don't do the same thing as me. As in, please allow me to use these compiled stories as I have been documenting them and am planning to use them to greatly supplement my own tale. My work should end as about 60-70% mine with the rest being the stories from these threads.

The Orcish Incident was a big deal to many people in many ways. The fighting was bad and many brave men and women gave their lives to protect the Castle. I was there when it happened, actually I had seen the marching rage of Orcs and gated over to the castle to warn people. But I was in no real way a major player in it. I saved a few lives and ended many. It in a way made me feel like Colonel Mustang. Striking down and burning up any who got in my way. But after that thought interred my head, all I could think was please don't let me go blind. As such I remember little beyond what I have written. But to hear the stories I just sort of snapped and started playing at scorched earth like a dictator with nukes and something to compensate for. That said I can tell you the last thing I remember about the battle. One of the younger knights, sixteen he was, Stanley. Good kid tough kid concerning he had been transported here when he was eleven. There I was Fury eating through anything that got in my way when I heard the sounds of breaking bones and something collided with my face. It was Stanleys head, it had been whacked clean off by a huge Ork with an even bigger hammer. After that I woke up after everything was over. I was covered in blood and standing on top of a pile of bodies piled high. I hate war.

Back, at least for a little while....
>>20725503
The Felim were truly a miracle. I’ll admit, as one of the feline women sat over me, nursing me to health, I openly cried. To hit the pit of despair and then be raised up by a miracle…I...sorry, I can still remember that overwhelming happiness, even years later. Something like that sticks with you. Anyway, after they saved us and informed us of the world we were in, I began to take an interest in magic. Some of the Felim were experienced in the craft, and in a world where our wildest fantasies were now reality, I was too tempted NOT to try. I know, it seems strange for someone who’s now working in a smithy to have studied magic, but just listen.

As it turns out, learning magic is just like learning physics or engineering principles; it’s a sort of science, with its own rules and laws of function. The difficulty is trying to comprehend how to utilize your own magicka to empower the spell; once you learn that, and as long as you understand the spell or magic you’re trying to use, it’s like second nature. The nicest part is that you don’t have to sacrifice your physical health or athleticism. In fact, the more fit you are, the more efficiently you process magicka, as your body has less impurities to get in the way. You just have to be smart enough to comprehend what you’re doing.

>>20726116
This advent made us have to come to terms with many different things. That we would have to make changes to security, that we would have to work with our new Ork allies. That the elves were still bastards that we needed to put them down or dealt with them. Those were the big issues. My private issue was a bit different. The Incident took place but four months after Riudiabie and her sisters had come to live at my castle. And since it was the Orks who had killed most of her clan, which lead to her finally deciding to come join me as her responsibilities to the clan were greatly changed. So the effective out come was That the High Orcs of the clan of Thunder Rift held a stronge hatred for the Orks. And there was a good deal of animosity towards all Orcs at this time. Regardless of differences such as subspecies.

I had told Riudiabie to keep her sisters at the castle and not leave herself for a while for their safety. Yet another mistake I have made in dealing with Orcs, seriously every other race has its hang ups, but Orcs their whole culture is weird. So every time you interact with them its like walking into a mine field. So Riudiabie and her sisters decided not to listen to me out of spite.

>>20726121
They disappeared one night. They came back the next morning beaten and bloodied. I bit my tongue and refrained from chewing them out. I returned to my work, a essay on magic. At the time magic was starting to spread about the populace of TeeGee. And as such many theories came in to being about the nature of magic.
One of the most common theories was that being autistic helped one to be able to practice magic. I postulate that it is more an issue with insanity, it takes a twisted mind to enforce your will on the natural order of the world.. Practitioners often have their quirks, my love of cracking wise, Harbingers personality and others. I think that the reason that we have such a high rate of magic capable is that arguably we are all insane to some degree especially those of us how were ripped from the Oldworld. I digress, so there I was when an alarm spell I had placed in the yard alerted me to a visitor.

>>20726130
It was a fellow knight, never seen the kid before. But he must have important business as I rarely get visitors, thought I make sure if anyone is ever out in the area that they are free to stop by, always have room for a visitor or two. So I put aside my pen and made my way to the front door. Kid looked like he would make a hell of a knight, local kid, 18, standing six foot three, and a jaw that looked like it could crush stone.
“What ya need kid?”
“I am here for the Orc.”
“You do remember the rules right? No going after another mans waifu.”
“I aim to kill her.”
“You know you suck at this.”
“Bring her to me.”
“Kid nobody tells me what to do and definitely not on my property.”
“I challenge you to a duel for her life.”
“Kid two things. One what makes you think that you could win and two why should I agree.”
“If you don't I'll go out and just start killing people and I'll make sure it points to you and yours.”
“Kid you don't want to do this.”
“Hell yes I do, her kind killed my family and I saw her kill my friends.”
“Fine if there is no talking you out of it give my ten minutes to get ready and we will duel in the courtyard.”

>>20726136
Ten minutes later I stood in my armor, a new make incorporating magic to reinforce the durability and other little tricks. Fury was in my hand, still haven't found a better sword, cuts clean through just about anything. That is if your mad enough, and for me there is always something to get angry about. The kid was wearing the heaviest set of armor I have ever seen, had to have been three feet thick plate. Wielded a claymore in each hand. This kid was stupid strong.
“So kid whats your name?”
“Brent the Titan.”
“No shit, so what kind of duel you have in mind and I swear if you say to the pain, I'll let the girls have their way with you and trust me kid you don't want a succubus tickling your tonsils with her tail.”
“First blood of course.”

And so the duel started, I couldn't believe I was doing this there was no way I was going to let this kid close to Riudiabie as one of them would die. So I cheated, and used a little magic.
“Taiyō ken!”
Light flared from my hands and Brent screamed out in pain and dropped his swords so he could put his hands to his eyes. I put Fury to his neck.
“You lost kid. Go home.”
“Never!”
“Kid your not got a leg to stand on, you lost, give up, go home, live your life.”
“Easy for you to say, you never had everything taken from you.”
“That's a dumb thing to say, every knight from, the FarRealm lost everything, you don't think we had family back there. Just because we never talk about how bad it hurts or how much it sucks. You know what we did when we ended up here, friends dying everyday, in a strange world that wants you dead. Get out of here.”

>>20726120
The Felim could only teach me so much though. All I learned to do initially was to throw a stream of fire, some healing magic, and a few runes (which, once you understand them more, are very similar in structure to scientific equations). After we assaulted the elven encampment (which I can’t honestly say I participated in, only helped heal a few people after most of the battle had passed), I sought to increase my skill in magic. I traveled Mirthterrah with a recently formed party of adventurers, setting my sights on trying to find a school of magic.

There was a small city called Farthem, about fifty miles into Mirtherrah territory. The town itself, much to my luck, was run by a small council of wizards and mages who resided in the central keep. Average people lived in the town that surrounded the keep; the only reason they were even allowed to live there was because the council were, to be frank, a bunch of lazy old men who were too concerned with their studies to care for growing crops on their own. It was a basic system of “you supply the goods, we supply the magic”. When we entered the town, we received many strange looks from the locals; not only did they rarely see a traveling party of adventurers, but I began to notice how their eyes narrowed at the Felim in our group.

>>20726142
The kid ran, but I could tell he would be back. As he kicked up dust I shouted out.
“You come after her again it will be your end. Leave her alone and you and me have no proplem.”
I knew in my heart he would be back. I did not look forward to it. It crossed my mind that I had grown soft since I had stopped adventuring last year. Maybe it was time to get back in the field, volume four is just about done, I could get someone else to finish it. There was that one knight at Castle Waifu who had a good head on him, he knows enough. I should take to him next time I am out there.

I returned to my study and started to back up my notes and what I had written so far. That's when Lilly walked in with Meina right behind her.
“What was that about Jim?”
“Hot head kid, no big deal.”
“Packing up your stuff I see.”
“Yeah I was thinking I've been couped up in here for to long, keeping you girls here. I think its time we went out on a new adventure. Not much is know about the lands past the Elven Realm.”
“And this has nothing to do with the Orc situation.”
“Maybe. So grab your gear and get ready. Going to pop in for a few at the Castle then we make our way to uncharted lands. We leave tomorrow.”

>>20726147
Okris was, and is still a good friend of mine. He decided to join me in my quest for knowledge, as he wanted to become more proficient in magic as well. As he put it, “it’s better to have a study buddy you can procrastinate with”. He was one of the Felim who helped teach me magic. We got to know each other and quickly became good friends. Where I was usually laid back and loved to just listen to people, he wouldn’t shut up (not really a bad thing, though). He always loves to get me and other knights together for a good time, especially if it’s to do something stupid. One time we got drunk (one of the few, as I’m not much of an ale drinker) and he convinced me to swing on the wooden chandelier in the Castle Waifu dining hall; no one came out of that one looking pretty. And even though he got dirty looks from the human villagers, he just gave them his sly smile, letting them know that he just didn’t care.

Though most of the village members were racist jerks, we were pleasantly surprised when the wizard council invited all of us, including Okris into their keep. Turns out that wizards respect anyone, regardless of race, who are capable magic users or who have exceptional potential to learn. Long story short, after showing my potential, Okris and I joined the school and lived in Farthem for the better part of six months. During that time, we established a small trade agreement with the council and Castle Waifu, so traders and adventurers from TeeGee would pass through or stop by on occasion. On occasion, the knights who stopped by, Okris, and I would look for loot, dungeons, or any assortment of adventure that existed outside the small town.

>>20726011
Ah, I was going for a straight compilation, with the content being anything that was 1) posted in the threads and 2) not crap. It'd mostly be a way for people to read what we've come up with without having to sift through threads/

I'm looking forward to your compilation, by the way.

>>20726011
Again, I will donate cold, hard green, should it be any good.

Now, given last night's late finish, I'm off to bed now. Come morning, if the thread is still up, I'll finish my little worldbuilding story and re-post it in its entirety. Brace yourself; this one's going to be LONG.

>>20726188
Those were some fun times, and there are so many to tell, but I guess those stories can wait until later. I should stop rambling and get on to the point of my story, right? Anyway, spending those six months in Farthem allowed me to learn everything I needed to reach my goal. After Okris and I had a handle on the basics and some experience with intermediate magic, we bade the wizards and magi of Farthem farewell and returned to Castle Waifu. I was surprised at how much it had grown and how many more species had joined our little slice of paradise in TeeGee. Lamina’s, Arachnids, and I think I saw a ghost girl around the kitchens at some point.

After I returned, I quickly sought to become an apprentice smithy to learn the trade and techniques that already existed.

You see, in my time as an apprentice, I slowly began to experiment with combining magic and my previous knowledge of thermodynamics. It only started off as an idea, but quickly grew into something beautiful. These experiments gave me a wealth of understanding about heat transfer and the effect it has on metals and objects. Once I realized the applications such magic had, I knew that I could increase the efficiency of smelting or forging metals.

My goal was to help revolutionize the metal work in TeeGee.

Finally tore myself away from Dark Souls, so time for some more writing.


>>20726217
I'm just writing for my own amusement, so it's still for anyone's use.

>>20726510
For a time, things went smoothly. At first, I didn’t outright let people know about my knowledge in magic, mostly because I couldn’t be sure if my experiments would turn up anything useful. I just confined myself to learn the art of metal forging while enjoying life in the city. It was strange being around so many different species, since when I left the only people in the now thriving city were the Out Worlders, felim, and female elves. But with everything I had already experienced, it didn’t take long to get used to and enjoy the company of so many different cultures. It was even more heartwarming to see how these men, who had once been daydreamers with unattainable fantasies, dote upon their cat girl waifus and lamina daughters.

I almost felt out of place, however, since I never felt the desire to find a waifu of my own. Maybe I just hadn’t met someone who really caught my fancy like that, or maybe I just didn’t have the same kind of drive to find a lover like others did. I can’t tell if I just hadn’t found that one spark of fancy, or if I couldn’t even comprehend that kind of love. Still, that didn’t stop me from sharing love of ANY kind with them.

What I lacked in love for a significant other, I had a wealth of love for those whom I call my friends and family. Okris who was like a brother to me, the knights I spent time adventuring with and making armor for, the waifus whose company I enjoyed when they told me stories about their culture and gossip, even their sons and daughters whom I played with in my spare time (people kept telling me I was good with kids)…

These people had…they are all my family, whether or not I had one of my own. Seeing them happy...makes me happy. And I’m honestly content with that.

.......Then the Orks came.

>>20726765
Only the Avatar, master of all four elements, could stop them, but when th.... wait, that's the wrong one.

>>20726765
I'll be back either later tonight or tomorrow, if this thread is still up. Please don't let it die, because I want to finish the shit out of this story...

>>20726149
I activated the gate spell to Castle Waifu and dropped off my work with WritFag the Knight. Then I checked in with the Guard Captain to make sure nothing was horrible wrong. After that I made my way to the library to drop off my latest work “Magic, Insanity, and You: A Beginers Guide to the Base Magics” In it I had compiled all that I had learned of magic in my five plus years of study. It also held lessons that I had devised that should help people pick it up quicker. The losers at the Wizards Guild in Farthem are near useless, in my opinion to set in their ways they are. Reinforces they reinforce all the preconceptions about wizards being old virgins. My favorite chapter to write in the book was the one on Drunken Magic.
I returned home from the Castle and my blood ran cold. The front gate was bent in, the door turned to splinters. I rushed inside to find Brent standing over six cold Orc bodies. He was fighting with Lilly and Meina was on the ground with a grievous wound to the gut. The real scary thing about this all was that Lilly was slaming her best magics into him and he was shrugging them off like they were nothing. Not even stopping to think I drew Fury, it nearly leaped to my hand. I charged at him screaming with all my rage. He turned at this and brought his twin claymores to block my over head strike. It did him no good. Fury cut through the swords like a hot knife through butter. Fury kept going, down, down the blade did go. Bisecting him clean in two.

>>20726874
Lilly and I attended to Meina it would be a while till she was whole again, but with magic she would be fine.

I buried seven bodies that night. I carved these words into the stones with Fury. Here Lies Krue, Sister and Friend. Here Lies Telnomer, Sister and Friend. Here Lies Pelnorean, Friend. Here Lies Jasmle, Friend and Krue's Lover. Here Lies Spintina, Friend to all living things. Here Lies Riudiabie, One Hell of a Woman. I truly did love Riudiabie even if she was hard to deal with. I buried Them in the garden.
Brent I buried out on the side of the path to my castle. His stone was soild black and by far had the most words. “Here Lies Brent the Titan, He had the makings of greatness. He chose to squander them. He was a bastard to the end. He lies here know split in twain. To remind all what awaits those who mess with me and mine.

We had to delay the trip as Meina needed time to heal. We had a sort of ceremony the next afternoon for the last of the Thunder Rift clan.

>>20726798
Don't worry about it. They're all archived.

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Just because I had stopped adventuring as a full time job doesn't mean I had stopped altogether, quite the contrary, I just did so with more caution.

One such example was a cavern we had been told about in the Giant Hills on the other side of the Halfling Shires. While the hills were themselves a bit dangerous because of the giants who dwelt there, I felt it was a good exercise for the newest batch of recruits, a confidence builder of sorts.

I had been pushing this lot hard for almost six months at this point, and some of them were getting impatient. While I can't remember being that impatient as a youth, it was understandable. Most recruits were trained and deemed ready for testing in less time if they were training for say, the Caravan Guard, but would be there much longer if it was membership to the Blades they sought. I, of course, was not going to even consider them for training until I knew they could handle themselves.

While they were excited at the prospect of some action at last, their spirits were dampened more than a little when Amanda, now seven, showed up and announced that she would be coming with us. Daddy's little girl wasn't about to be denied a chance to go adventuring. Karrigan objected, but one thing I've learned about children is that even Mommy isn't immune to the sad puppy face when done correctly.

I was scarcely a man when I arrived to the new realm, but toughening up was something that needed to quickly be learned. It was only by a miracle I kept alive through the First Winter, and the battle against the elves was..... brutal, to say the least. After we formally started to set up town, however, it really started to feel like a home, and a community. Everyone found something to do, and we became a productive city. Trade entered, and more often than not people had spending money. The castle was not quite large enough to garrison every knight, and as such I was able to haggle my way into buying a small house, in a quieter area. I donated most of my adventure loot to the town, and traveled frequently, so it was cozy, yet lacking besides some preserved fruit, booze, and a nice amount of paper. Nonetheless, it still became home to the Felim I saved. Her name, translated to Common and much easier to pronounce, was Serenity.

By the time we had met her, she had been transported for several days. This, combined with the nomadic nature of Felim, combined with the Harem Knights having mapped jack shit in the rainforest, meant that we were unlikely to find the group for quite some time. Though initially crestfallen, she did accept the offer, with the notion that it "could be fun". And thus, I gained a roommate.

Last one for the night, gentlemen. Sorry to leave on a cliffhanger.

>>20726798
We were aware ahead of time of their advancement on our City, so I and Holgof, a good dwarven friend who worked at the shop, busted our haunches pumping out molten slabs for metal work. By that time, I had gotten proficient enough in my magic that I could safely and quickly forge, shape, and cool the metals at a faster rate while simultaneously keeping the final products at peak quality. I didn’t have time to feel proud or think about the battle that was about to rage outside; all that mattered was heat, hammer, and concentration. This continued for about a day and throughout the night until the sound of drums overpowered the sound of hammering metal. Knowing that anything we did at this point wouldn’t make a difference, we decided to close up shop early and prepare for the onslaught.

Okris stopped by as we put away the last of the tools. He was making his rounds throughout the city to make sure everyone was prepared to evacuate in case Castle Waifu fell completely. The forge was also the place where I stored our recently crafted armor. Nothing special, just sets of scale armor that were both durable, yet allowed for an easier and more efficient flow of magicka through the body; one of our better works of collaboration, one that Holgof even helped to design. It wasn’t like we were going to actually head into the heart of battle, but we would be the last line of defense in case the orks pushed passed our main force to flood the city. We helped Okris get his armor on quickly, but I never got the chance to dawn my own set.

For a shrill cry of terror echoed from right outside the front door…

>>20727186
After some figuring, I decided to at least get her some abbreviated armor and a dagger in case something happened, both of which she knew how to use. Regardless of what their mothers might say about it, I make sure that all of my children know how to protect themselves.

Like most expeditions, things were quiet when we set off since there were little in the way of threats between us and the shires. A group of twelve heavily-armed and armored knights was nothing to take lightly, especially when led by one of the knight-sergeants. Once we reached the hills I handed one of the trainees the map and told him to have fun.

I could find both the cave and the way back, so there was no real danger of us getting lost, but it was a bit amusing to see how badly they could mess up simple navigation. They had been taught, but it seemed some of them had retained it less than others. After much effort and a few scuffles, Amanda walked over, took the map from them, then pointed out where the entrance was. My daughters scare me sometimes.

As expected, there were a handful of giants occupying the cave, but they were easily dealt with. Our intelligence had been reliable and there was a sizable hold of treasure, mostly looted from trading caravans coming from Mirthterrah if the coinage was to be trusted.

By the time we returned to Teegee my young compatriots were excited, because a safe return also meant it was time to split the spoils of our labors. Sixteen shares were made, something they weren't pleased about, 2 for me as a Knight-Sergeant, one of the few perks of the job, one for Amanda since she had pointed out the cave to them, one to each of them, and last but not least, one for the city's coffers.

>>20727240
Serenity, to my surprise, was just as curious as a cat. I didn't know too much about Felim, and only loose friendships throughout the Order, being more of an introvert. So it was quite a nice change to have someone who would talk, and listen, for hours on end, and I finally had a reason to come out of my shell. I explained things I remembered learning from the Old Realm, such as economics, business, and even a bit of what I learned about art, which she understood very well. In exchange, I also gained a plethora of knowledge about edible plants, and a bit about hunting. Nomads, I learned, had much knowledge that I couldn't find living in a city, and all of it was more practical, so I soon felt like an outdoorsman. In theory.

>>20727379
When one of them demanded to know why things were divided as such, they were reminded that there was more reason than one that this city was as built up as it was. Our donations to the Council of DM's, the governing body of both the city and the Harem Knights, were one of their main sources of revenue, and without such funding they would be unable to provide for us. I also reminded them that it was usually customary to a knight to donate a portion of his own share as tribute, and, in the case of new recruits, to cover the cost of their training and kit.

As an example of this, I donated fully a quarter of my shares and Amanda did the same. Having a child there, especially one so adorable in her armor, to shame the shameless when it comes to donating money. All of them, however reluctantly, gave the same amount.

I might make proper knights of this lot yet. They were all put to the test within the week and all acquitted themselves admirably.

>>20727427
Despite my joy at having a companion at home, I still needed to quest, especially if I planned on affording food. Much to my surprise, Serenity requested to accompany me. Kind as they were, the Felim never struck me as soldiers. Nonetheless, I failed to see the harm, and agreed. Being, to put it lightly, a massive swordfag, I had acquired several varieties, and she was soon outfitted with a saber and light armor.
The group, in all, consisted of her, myself, and four other Harem Knights. Through the order's scouts, we had mapped several unexplored dungeons, sure to be ripe with loot.
It's odd how they continually show up. I think a wizard did it.

>something a little different than my normal stuff. as a recap. Sir GearHeart and Lilly had just saved a Cowgirl and had made camp for the night. The sleeping cowgirl named Meina had gotten a little frisky. And our story picks up from there.

“You know Lilly I bought you a beautiful necklace today. How about we see how it looks on you.”
“Nows not really the best time James. How about tomorrow?”
With Lilly pinned by the sleeping Meina I had here right were I wanted her. I got the necklace out of its box. I walked over to Lilly and bent over and then put the necklace around her neck.
“What? You asshole you were acting like you were going to do something weird with it.”
“Not with company around. Though it would have been hilarious.”
“You would have to be pretty creative to out do the Mistresses anyway and we both no you don't have the balls to try something like that.”

>>20728239
“You know what to hell with it.” I said as I pulled a small length of string from my pocket. Which I then threaded through all three ring and tied the string to the necklace.
“Your doing this to make a point aren't you?”
“Yep I can give as good as I get.”
“You know you would make a mean demon.”
“Funny ain't the first time I heard that.”
“When was the first.”
“First time I killed someone. See where I come from killing is not something that is a common occurrence for your normal person. Happens though I am good at it. I was with a girl, we had just seen a show, it was late. I was walking her to her car. Think like a carriage with out the horses. So out from the shadows jumps some punk with a gun.”
“This gun thing you keep mentioning, what is it?”
“Think like a miniature crossbow that hit harder and can fire rounds really fast. I had a handgun that could fire off 15 shots in about two seconds. Guns were so powerful and deadly that they just about replaced all other weapons of war.”

>>20728246
“How would they compare to magic, I remember that you said your world didn't have any.”
“I'll put it this way guns vary, but we had guns that could kill every single living thing on this world. One such gun the Gau-8, it could fire 4,200 rounds a minute. The bullets it fired flew at 3,500 feet per second, in comparison an arrow flies at about 300 feet per second. The best part is it has a range of 12,000 feet. Though that was a really rare gun, they only made like 700.”
“I imagine with that much killing power at disposal your people did not have real wars which is why killing was rare.”
“Never said killing was rare. Just said that it wasn't something many people did. And war, war they say never changes. They would be wrong; war changes. If the Old World went up against this world it would never even come to guns. They would start with the real weapons. Bombs, yes this place has bombs but not like what we have. Capable of flying around the world and hitting the target dead center every time. The biggest of which the Nuke. To describe it is hard, imagine a weapon of pure hate that poisons everything around it. So powerful that it can embed shadows in the surrounding rubble.”
“Yeah right and if you pull the left horn beer comes out my tits.”
“I ain't kidding, they say at the high of one war we had enough power to turn the world to dust 50 times over. That's why I worry at times about our effect on this world. Imagine what we could do with technology and magic combined. Things keep going the way they are and I think in about nine to ten years TeeGee will be the most powerful force in this world. Anyway enough horror stories. Like I was say there was they guy with the gun, there I was with out one as it wasn't normal to carry one.”
“I can see how if every one had such a weapon on them people would be really afraid to go out.”

>>20728250
“You don't know the half of it. So the guy was like “Give me your money and the girl and I might not kill ya.” I jumped at him and wrestled the gun from him. Then I emptied it into his chest and just beat his face in with the gun. After that the girl said I looked like the meanest baddest demon in existence when I was killing the guy and that she couldn't be with someone like that.”
“So really guns aren't that deadly then.”
“Oh no they are the first shot did him in, I just believe there is no kill like over kill. Anyway thing is after the first time death seamed to follow me around, kept getting into one bad spot after another and the only way out was more killing. I started to get a reputation, one for needless brutal violence and for being incarnate in a fight. That's why here in this new world I would rather write books than be out adventuring but it finds you and I do like to explore. Its the killing I can't stand. Enough of my angst ridden edgy badass story. How about you.”
“I don't remember life before I was turned to a succubus and my time as I rather not talk about, someday but not now.”
“I can respect that, everyone has things that they would prefer to be secret.”
“I will tell you a little about succubi society though if you want.”
“I would like that.”

>>20728261
“Well it all started back before the elves ruled the land. It was the age of demons. Chaos was rampant and death a constant or quite possibly the other way around. So one day the age of demons came to an end and the elves took over. Not because of the strength of the elves but because of the weakness of the demons. They had nearly driven themselves to the point of extinction. There were only five demons left at the time. In comes Nebiroth the Trickster, he has a plan, two in fact. The first to repopulate the demon race, he proposed the creation of what is now know as succubi. The second to ensure that such an event never took place again they would create laws by which they would abide. So the first succubi was created when they captured and elven girl of the name Lilith, they corrupted her soul and infused her very being with demonic energy. And so the newly made succubi would repopulate the demon race either by corruption or by birth. Over time laws changed and new ones were made and demons ended up as you know them today.”
“That's quite the tale. Anyway its getting late why don't you turn in.” I said as I undid my handiwork.
“Your a good guy James no matter what anyone tells you. Goodnight.”
“Yeah sleep tight.”

why aren't we sup/tg/ archiving this thread???

>>20728303
Eh, someone will get around to it later on, no worries. We archived the previous ones as well.

>>20728250
A little but too much with the talk of the nuclear weapons. Comes off as a bit preachy.

>>20728261
>Emptied the magazine into his chest
>Beat his face in
.....isn't that something people go to counseling for? Because that's pretty violent.

>>20728426
His life and girlfriend were just threatened, and he was attempting to save himself. Police Officers who are in fights will often think they only fired once, only to discover that in the heat of the moment they fired off the whole magazine.

Opening: A while ago I had announced that I was going on a research expedition to the Elf lands, not too deep, just slightly within their borders, to observe behavior in the outlying villages. My purpose was to observe if the social hierarchy of the elves was enforced biologically or only psychologically. My plan was to observe the village with its elder alive, dead, and the introduction of a new leader. To ensure my protection, accompanying me was Helbrey and, despite my protest, the twins Eryana and Aryana, who claimed the fact that they were elves could allow me to interact with the elves much more than I would have been able to without them.

Hypothesis:With the absence of the higher elves, who I designate as the High Elves, the follower elves who lack the gland at the base of the spine, that I shall designate as Low Elves, that the Elven kingdom will crumble in on itself from internal strife and lack of leadership.
Process: Having arrived at the village called Al’hwyn Dah (translates to Righteous Wood), I had immediately set base camp in a nearby cave network with Helbrey setting out almost the moment we had finished setting up to go hunting. The sisters had set off to gather intelligence from the village as I began to get a lay of the land and possible observation points of the village that drew little attention to myself. By the end of the day, I had a list of all the important individuals of the village, the name and schedule of their leader, who I shall name Lead A, and a large beast that Helbrey dragged back, proud of herself.
Note: Discern species of animal I consumed that day.

Process cont: Initial observations showed that Lead A made continuous rounds through the entire village, to ensure that he had contact with each villager at least once a day. Once a clear schedule was in my mind, a trap was laid to ensure Lead A’s demise at exactly noon. Trap sprung. Lead A was deceased. Cover story was that Lead A met a tragic end to the tusks of a rather large porcine creature. Will now observe effects on the rest of the village.

Note: Species identified to be a very aggressive breed of dire boar, changed over time by exposure to Elf magic.

Day 1: Elves grow listless and apathetic. They are unsure of what to do. I notice several elves simply staring at their work stations and doing nothing for hours until a noise stirs them from their stupor. The sisters note the difficulty trying to get a reaction out of any elves and they seem to be dulled to outward stimuli, including pain, as noted when Aryana threw a rock at one elf, and he did not react for five minutes until blood obscured his vision.


Day 2: Elves continue with their lives as close as possible, with limited success. The Elves resume work, but not with the spirit they once had when Lead A was alive. Initial hypothesis would have chalked this up to grief, but when Eryana tried to mention Lead A, the Elves give a dazed reaction as if they are unsure who she is talking about. The aim of their hunters is off. They spotted me once; I blame myself as I was observing the different fauna that were picking at the corpse of Lead A. The hunters had a much delayed reaction, as if unsure how to react to my presence, giving me ample time to escape.

>>20727065
And now, so is this one. Thanks for reminding me.

>>20728594
This seems like some kind of pun.

Day 3: Attempted to make contact with village. Reaction was mild surprise. Followed by dull acceptance. Any attempt at resistance to my presence is halfhearted at best, any weapons drawn on me batted aside, and the offending elf makes no effort to threaten me again. Other than my presence, elf life seems to resuming its normal routine. Overall morale is increasing, and memories of Lead A are fading from all except the village militia. Likewise, reaction to my open relationship with the sisters is met with nothing more than dull surprise, and quickly accepted, as if it was too much an effort to be disgusted.

Note: Find out what elves put in their beds. Material is much softer than anything I have experienced in TeeGee.

Day 4: Village life has all but returned to pre-death levels, the Low Elves returning to life with the oddly positive attitude observed when I arrived. My presence in the village and is mostly ignored. Some of the children come up to me asking why my ears are not pointy. Low elves show some hospitality to me, especially when I make my request an order. This opens a possible theory that long ago, the Low Elves were bred specifically to follow order and only be happy when they are following orders. In the absence of High Elves to issue said orders, they seem to search for another leader to take their place. Theory supported by my placing a work order with the local smith for several swords. The Elf happily agreed to a commission price of nothing when I made it an order that could not be turned down. The smith seemed much more happy and his work speed increased by a notable 20%.

Note: Still haven’t answered children about my ears.

Day 10: Word is heard that a new High Elf is coming from a neighboring town. Reaction is mixed. Many Low Elves, especially soldiers, are happy that a new leader is coming to guide them. Others are not sure they want to feel that way again. Unsure of what ‘that way’ means. Decide to leave the village and hide away for the remainder of the day.

Note: Work Order complete. Will present swords to Fatwelder to gauge quality of Elven steel.
Note 2: Still did not give children an answer.
Day 16: Am informed that leader has arrived to the village. Harsh reprimands are handed out when he is informed of a human that had been living amongst them. Followed by sweep of the forest. Two discover my cave, and I am forced to mindwipe them. Skills with mental editing are still shaky. One elf now has forgotten how to properly take their pants off to defecate. Mental retardation accredited to head injury by elves upon return. Cover remains. Will now enter phase 2 of experiment.

Note: Still formulating answer for children.

>>20728536
>>20728613
Fascinating. Some kind of response to pheromones? I am reminded of the Imperial Navy in the Star Wars universe, specifically a facet which was described by Grand Admiral Thrawn. "The Rebels did indeed fight better, but not because of any special ability or training. They fought better than the Fleet because the Emperor was dead. The loss of the Executor - the sudden, last minute TIE fighter incompetence that brought about the destruction of the Death Star itself - the loss of six Star Destroyers in engagements that none of them shoul have had trouble with? All of that nothing but normal battle stress? The Imperials have to give up their blindfold and face the truth, no matter how bitter they find it. They had no real fighting spirit of their own anymore - none of them in the Imperial Fleet did. It was the Emperor's will that drove them; the Emperor's mind that provided them with strength and resolve and efficiency. They were dependent on that presence as if they were all borg-implanted into a computer. They fought on like cadets. My analogy with combat borg implants was a carefully considered one. The Emperor's fatal error was in seeking to control the entire Imperial Fleet personally, as completely and constantly as possible. That, over the long run, is what did the damage."

Day 18: Plan enacted. Using mental suggestion, the mindwiped elves go ‘temporarily insane’ and murder the new High Elf, I will call Lead B for sake of organization. Reaction is much more intense. Villagers turn on one another due to the violent death of Lead B. Family members kill each other. The men strangle the women, the soldier butcher anyone they can find. Children roam in packs, dragging down and killing anyone they can find. Will search the village for survivors tomorrow.

Note: Never found an answer for elven children. Point now rendered moot.

Day 19: Point no longer moot. Found two survivors. The aforementioned elven children. Names were Nenothin, Gewaini and Arnen, a boy and two girls respectively. Reaction to my presence is bewilderment. Any memories of yesterday’s events are a blur when they attempt to recollect them. The sisters have decided to adopt them as their own children. We broke camp and began to return to TeeGee. I finally gave answer. “My ears are not pointy because they were not rubbed enough.”

Note: Still did not mention to the wives about my involvement in the massacre. Attempting to do so is becoming uncharacteristically difficult.

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>>20727917
Dungeon diving by then was a simple job. We go in, clear out the skelertuns, and drag back the loot. Formulaic. Simple. The only major problem was traps. Sure they were rare, but one misstep could easily lead to anything from a bad stench to a flaying, depending on the depravity of the creator. It didn't help that this dungeon was relatively barren, forcing us to enter deeper.
A hallway stood at the far end of a hall. Nowhere else to advance. It was a bit awkward, but gut feeling told me I should hold my shield up. Lucky I have good intuition, because a log knocked me about eight feet back. Thank the Emperor my armor was padded, and I think I may still have received some sort of concussion.
The others helped me to my feet, and in a few more minutes we entered the next room. It was large, and circular, with high arches and a symbol along the floor. It took no genius to figure that this was some wizardry room. A small book lay on a pedestal. The six of us stared at it, wondering what magics may lie inside.

>>20728730
Rather odd. Is it likely either the loss of the leader in such a short time span (withdrawal symptoms right after they just got their "high" elf back), or that low elves will enter a frenzy when elficide is directly witnessed.

Conclusion: There is a discernible difference between High Elves and Low Elves. High Elves exert a dominance through some means, that may have a relation to the presence of extra organs within the High Elves. Have noted that during my stay in Al’hwyn Dah, that there is also a difference in body size to the elves. High Elves are notably taller, with a more pointed, lithe body structure. Below them are Low Elf soldiers, how are not quite as lithe, but almost as tall. The soldiers seemed to be the ones most resistant to the loss of the High Elf leaders, and reacted the most violently when Lead B was murdered. Other Low Elves are not quite as lithe, and are a full head shorter than High Elves, the tallest of them still being shorter than either Lead A, or Lead B. Also noted that when witnessing a violent death of a High Elf, all Low Elves are whipped into a violent frenzy, possibly a defense mechanism intended to kill offending threat to High Elves if such an offender manages to kill one. ‘Forgetfulness’ of such events possible another defense mechanism to ensure the Low Elf does not have any psychological damage should they survive the frenzy, as a damaged slave is much less effective than a healthy one.

Recommendation: Infiltration of the Elf hierarchy and have Leader(s) killed in full view of population. The ensuing chaos will ensure that no retaliation can be bought against us, and allow us, or any other force, to assume control of Elf Lands with minimal effort.

-signed Harbinger.

Note: Children adapting to life in TeeGee remarkably quick. Still have not mentioned my involvement. Now becoming near impossible to do.

Addendum: Helbrey is pregnant with twins. She wanted me to announce it in my report.

Brings back uncomfortable memories of that night...

>>20728871

Fascinating work my good man, but this does bring up an interesting point. Back in the days of the first battle against the Elves, we slaughtered dozens of them and their womenfolk added themselves into our fledgling nation without much difficulty. Did we somehow encounter a different species of Elf? If so, which is more common? The Elves we encountered, who seemed to have a patriarchal society where women were treated as slaves and breeders but all maintain free will, or these Elves with their biological High/Low system?

>>20728394
good to know ill tone it done

>>20729463
From the dissections, I can say there was only 1 High Elf amongst them and he was killed in single combat, away from view of the others. mind you those elves were Low Elves, already whipped into a frenzy by the High Elf.

Command would still have had limited power but it would have still been present in the soldier Low Elves...which you slaughtered. That is why the females were so dazed when you first rescued them. But then there were exceptions, such as Aryana and Eryana who seemed to have some degree of control over their wills. But then again, in Biology, there will always be exceptions...

>>20729505

Well, this would explain why a bunch of humans, with little combat training for the most part, armed with poor weapons, were able to successfully take on the village of hardened combat veterans. Harbinger, you may have just solved the riddle that had been bugging me ever since that day. Thank you.

In your estimation, is there any chance a High Elf interloper, if they were successful in infiltrating our town, could regain control over our Elven populace and turn them against us, despite the long time our Elves have been "cold turkey" from their pheromones or whatever they use?

>>20728426
Sir GearHeart has a habit of going into a blood rage in certain conditions. Also he is not real stable, its part of the reason why he took so well to the new world and to magic. Also yes the court sent him to counseling, he hated it and it made him worse in a way. Sir GearHeart is very much a libertarian. Leave him alone and he leaves you alone. Start bugging him and he gets defensive. Threaten him and he will respond, typically in kind. Though situations such as when people he cares about are threatened or in danger he just sort of hulks out. I mean come on I gave him a magic sword that runs on anger.

>>20729561
If the Elves are aware it is happening, the effect is lessened. As Aryana had told me, since she was aware of the High Elf 'Command musk' as she called it, she was able to resist his commands, though she would feel queasy afterwards.

From what I noted, a High Elf needs to exert his control by speaking to the Low Elves to begin the process.

In the end, so long as the locals are aware that there are High Elves that can exert control, the worst thing that can happen is nausea.

I have also noticed as of late pregnancy makes the Salamander very possessive. I shall take my leave. If Helbrey cannot see me for more than five minutes, she'll start tearing apart the castle looking for me.

>finally get to check back on old thread
>404
>check foolz
>oh, people were talking at me and I didn't get to answer them
So let's take care of that, finish what I'm writing, and get that posted before I sleep.
>Nothing? I think not?
Nothing in like the Seinfeld sort of way. I read these other stories around here and things are actually happening in them. I can't write action worth a crap and not much gets accomplished in what I write, so mine ends up less like
>The Adventures of Mistah Jay
and more like
>Life with the Shelmikamu: A Study
which has some appeal to some people, but I can definitely see how it could come off as uninteresting. Anyway, that's what I meant by "nothing."
>Any chance I could make mention of your tales in one of my own?
Be my guest.
>Do you have a idea when your story takes place in the grand scheme of things
Was a timeline ever figured out? I know a couple threads ago someone posted a rough idea of one. Whatever the case, it covers the period from arrival to about a year later. I'll get around to the nation of TeeGee soon enough. I'm a slow writer.
Now then, I have to get to that Fearghaile cameo I've mentioned a couple times anonymously.

>>20729712
New entry
It's been about a week since my last writing. Ever since the incident with the man from whom I graciously accepted the gift of a sword, I've been on my guard. Paranoid, if you will. After all this time, nothing? No attack? I was expecting at least some kind of retaliation by now. Are they waiting until they think we've forgotten? I decided to share my fears with Belen. She did nothing to sway them. If anything, I'm now more afraid, just not of a coming attack. She started her answer by having me sit down. Bad premonition #1. She told me they had actually tried a few days after the whole ordeal. Bad premonition #2. They had planned to come in the night to do some burning and salting, nothing too unusual. Then she just stopped talking. After a few minutes I decided to ask her about what had happened. That was a mistake. Worst kind of mistake, the kind where I didn't actually learn anything. So, she tells me, "Well, there are some things out there in the dead of night that you needn't worry about." She won't tell me anymore. Whatever she's talking about managed to repel some humans in a world where humans seem to be a, if not the, dominant race. Great, now I get to lose sleep over worry. Oh, and after I told her that she was only making me scared and more worried?
"Good. You're safer that way."
I'm starting to think she just likes making me nervous. If I were a conspiracy theorist, I'd suspect her of rigging up last week's happenings.

>>20730008
Aside from that, today was certainly an interesting day. I finally met someone from that first day. I can't remember his name, but I know he had some kind of cat person. Didn't even know those existed until today. So I'm out doing some work when a couple of the girls get my attention, telling me there's someone here I need to speak to, a guy from the nation of Tiji. I was trying to figure out what the heck Tiji could have been when the other spoke, telling me about this nation of Tiji that had been formed out of nowhere by a bunch of guys that just randomly showed up one day.
No. No way. I couldn't believe it. I was sure they had mostly (or all) died. Surely, right? As I walked over I managed to figure out a way to know if he truly was from /tg/. Figured that out right quick. Once I was close to him, he began to introduce himself. I think the first part of his name was Sir Fear or something? Whatever it was, I wasn't about ready to believe his actual name contained the word "Fear." So I interrupted him.
>Implying I care about whatever name you made up for yourself
That caught him off guard for all of about two seconds.
>Implying you're using your actual name
So it began. We implied implications back and forth and back and forth, even going so far as to point out intentional grammatical errors, like when he said, "your (possessive)" instead of "you're." He seriously leaned in and used a softer voice to let me know he meant possessive like he was making an aside or something. Things came to a head when I
>Implying this is even my final form
I didn't really even give him a chance to respond. I took a deep breath and let him have it.
>I shiggy diggy bo shiggy banana fana fo figgy mee mi mo miggy shiggy riggy raggy rooby scooby dooby doo I'm the scatman skibby dibby dib yo da dub dub

>>20730017
I think I had inadvertently cast Power Word: Stun because he didn't have anything for that. I think I managed to short out his brain or something. So I have it a jump start by finishing this nonsense out once and for all
>Implying you ain't my nigga
I had the proof I needed. We talked a bit; turns out he's going around on some kind of goodwill campaign for this nation the people from our world had actually founded. Something about waifus and Harem Knights, it was all fairly odd. He gave me an invitation to move in, told him I'd think about it. I think he also set up some kind of trading with the girls. Guess even fa/tg/uys need milk.
I'm still thinking about his proposal. That and whatever kind of freak horror is out there I'm supposed to be worried about. I expect little sleep tonight.

I've got 11,951 characters and counting. What exactly are you guys doing to me, /tg/? I haven't written this much in a long, long while.

>>20730129
I got 1401 I win. But yeah this is one of the funnest things I have ever written

>>20730129

I still need to write my second story. Mind you, writing in English for me is long process.

Write, write, stop, check google translate, curse google translate, check other dictionaries, resume writing, repeat.

It took some time, but I was able to track the lightning-throwing wizard from before down. We spoke through messages to each other a couple times and I was able to make a deal with him. If I could get him down to Serrid, he would do everything he could to teach me lightning magic. This really couldn’t work out better for me. Serrid was pretty open towards the inhuman races, so it’s one of the few places Kari will actually travel with me to, and it’s also where the Cyclops smith that made me my armor was, and I needed to talk with him. I had to get something that would let me survive long falls, just in case I fell of Rydia while riding. I convinced her that it was a purely tactical decision, saying that if we got hit by something mid flight there was no way I’d be able to hang on, but the truth (which she must never learn) was that I was fucking horrified of heights and was hoping that having something magic would help me not piss myself in fear. So with everything that I needed in Serrid I agreed without a second thought. Within a couple days I had teamed up with one of Virgil’s subordinates and was off with my waifus. We headed west into Mirthterah first and met up with the mage, named Aenor by the way, a ways east of Midyahs. From there we headed south to the Wyrm Tail River, where we hopped on a boat, and from there my training began.

>>20730249
According to Aenor, anyone can use magic (though few could do so well), since everyone is born with the “blood of the arcane” as he called it. You had to look deep inside yourself, find the spark of magic within you, and bring its power to the surface. In all honesty I was reminded of that part of Dragon Ball Z where Gohan was training Videl, only instead of one of the most skilled practitioners in all of creation I was stuck with Yamcha. Still I tried my best, trying to think of electricity non-stop from every movie, show, and vidya game I could think of that had it, along with everything I learned about it from science classes. Unfortunately, it seemed that there’s quite the difference between the blood of the Old World and the blood of the New World. I couldn’t get anything for the whole two weeks we were on that boat, and as soon as we got to Serrid, Aenor just fucking ran off. Damn wizard, skipping out before I had made any progress, no sense of right and wrong I tell you.

>>20730255
Still I was in Serrid and I had things to do. First thing was first, I found the Cyclops that had made my armor and asked if he had anything that could help me survive a long fall. He told me that he could fix my armor up to keep me alive, but it would take a few weeks, so I left my armor with him, along with a good portion of my money. After that I booked an inn room for a few week (and pushed all the beds together of course) and then I decided to take the girls shopping. I have to say, I love Serrid’s market. The rest of the city was unbelievably formal (always praise the king or die, never sully a priestess or die) but down in the market none of that mattered. It may have been more crowded than a Wal-Mart on Black Friday, but no one gave a damn about anything other than money.

>>20730275
You can find anything if you look hard enough and people expect you to haggle, and dragons can haggle. Hell Rydia is the only reason I was able to actually afford my new enchantments, it’s no surprise she runs a bank, now if only she would be willing to share some of the money from her hoard I’d be rich. Kari bought a bunch of weird herbs that she insisted are medicinal, though I think they may have been New World weed or viagra or something, along with what’s known as a hot rock, which is basically a rock with a bit of fire magic trapped inside to keep it constantly warm. Rydia had a fancy silk dress commissioned that was designed so that if she transformed in it, it would just come off instead of explode into scraps. Ana decided to pick up some of the fruits from the nearby felim lands, which look kind of like apples. Dear god kanin love apples. She bought barrels of them, literal barrels filled to the rim with apples. It was amazing, like watching booze disappear at a college frat party; she ate till she couldn’t even stand up (and this was before she knew about booze made from apples, but that’s a story for another time). I made sure to pocket some of the seeds for when we got back.

>>20730017
Sadly, that actually seems like it would be an actual way we'd identify each other.

>>20730280
Still, I had a couple weeks to burn, I couldn’t let my waifus get bored, and we were on the coast, so there was really only one course of action. We were going to the friggin’ beach motherfuckers. Rydia liked the view and Ana was too weighed down with apples to really do anything, but Kari absolutely loved it. If she got too hot she could swim in the ocean, if she got too cold she could bask on the sand, and if she needed to be just right she could coil around me. I did my best to combine meditation with working on my tan (wearing that armor everywhere made me pale as Kari) by fishing. So I got a stick, tied a string to it, and cast my makeshift pole. I didn’t attach a hook because I didn’t actually plan to catch anything. I had learned how to fish from Jack O’Neill from Stargate SG1. The purpose of fishing wasn’t to catch a fish; it was to fish, possibly with a dog or friend (in my case both) sitting next to you. Of course this concept was lost on Kari and Rydia, who decided to go out and catch something. Kari seemed to enjoy herself with her bow fishing, and Rydia just flew off and came back with what looked like a cross between a shark and a beluga whale, along with a look of victory on her face.

>>20730291
The weeks past, I got nowhere with my magic, and my armor was finished (and silk lined thanks to Rydia). The enchantments would let me survive any fall, along with enhancing my jumping by quite a lot (ten feet straight up, thirty forward, more if I have a running start). It works by combining the super lightweight of mythril, split second boosts in my abilities, and by messing with Newton’s third law. When I jump, all the force that I would push against the earth switches direction and adds to the force the earth pushes against me, and when I land all the force that would be used to crush me is instead turned around and goes into whatever I land on. I’m still not entirely sure about the details of the math behind it, but I’m pretty sure that’s how it works. I didn’t question it too much, it’s not like fundamental laws of existence mean anything when magic is applied. With my armor finished, my “teacher” nowhere to be found, and the apple supply dried up (thank god they went out of season), we headed for home. On the boat ride back I kept up my magic meditation. One day after a slight kitchen mishap that resulted in our morning toast being burnt, Kari mentioned how it would be nice to have some way of making sure bread never burned. I told her about toasters, even laughing as I mentioned the time I took a spoon, jammed it in, and electrocuted myself, and that’s when it happened. My hand sparked.

>>20730300
Then it hit me, all this time I had been thinking of all the electricity I had ever seen or heard of, but I had completely forgotten all the electricity I had felt. I started scouring my brain for every event in my life that had involved me being electrocuted; the spoon in the toaster, fixing the fridge’s ice maker, unplugging the broken fridge, changing car batteries, setting up Christmas lights, playing Legos, everything I could think of. By the end of the day, I kept an arc of blue light dancing between my fingers. I knew the way electricity felt, and I could control it. Granted it took a long time and purposefully getting struck by a full sized bolt of lightning before I could put any real power behind my bolt, but I could still act as a human stun gun and charge the electronics that managed to survive (we brought a LOT of porn with us to this world), though granted unless I sat there for hours the charge only lasted for a few minutes after I let go. Some people say that it wasn’t the bolt of lightning that super charged me, but that crazy people just have better control over magic and actively trying to get struck by lightning was the last shred of my sanity burning away. I didn’t care, I had magic (and a bad ass lightning bolt scar), and I had gotten it without being some super prodigy like the Mortician (who I’ll admit, is still one of the people I actually fear sometimes, no matter what Kari says about how much of a genius and inspiration he is). Sadly though, I didn’t have much time to practice, as soon as we got back to TeeGee, we were informed that an army of orks was marching towards us.

there, it took days to catch up to you people but i fucking did it. and in case it wasn't clear at the end, when the orks attacked i couldn't throw lightning bolts around, that came later. now i plan to sleep, because i have to wake up tomorrow and write a paper for college that i'll most likely blow off to come right back here
of course i'll probably blow off sleep too

>>20730351
I know your pain

>>20728267
The sound of bird songs woke me early the next mourn. Lilly and Meina were still sleeping soundly. They were real cute looking lying there all huddled together. As we were in no real hurry, I let them sleep in. I worried what we would find when we arrived at this village. The Holstauri were big if this one was anything to judge by, they look more than capable of defending themselves. I stroked my memory for anything I could remember about them. All I got was that they were all female and that their milk was wildly popular. The rising sun cast a glint off of something that I had missed in the darkness of night. Around Meina's neck was a thick leather collar with a bell on it. I could not remember anything about such, but it did fit with my preconceived notations about cowgirls.
I spent the time I had admiring nature, always did love a beautiful slightly overcast morning. The gray skies and subdued sun have a way of making the colors of the plant life pop. Reminds me of an old animated Disney movie. My favorite was sleeping beauty, growing up while other kids grew up wanting to be realistic things I wanted to be a hero. Like Prince Phillip, slay the dragon get the girl. Its actually what got me into D&D.

>>20730582
The girls woke up shortly after I did. The smell of cooking bacon and frying eggs can do that to people. Which got me thinking. I like a good steak, how close are cows to Holstauri. Would they be offended? And what about egg lying creatures. Oh god I hope there aren't any pigpeople, I love bacon to much to give it up. Actually I wasn't really feeling all that hungry all of a sudden.
“Morning girls, we got eggs, bacons, and beans. Biscuits will be done any second. Made some cowboy coffee if you want, careful though. In the words of my grandfather “stuffs strong enough to run straight through ya and eat through ya panties.””
“Really? If it can why would anyone drink the stuff?” asked Meina with an astonished look on her face.
“Don't rightly know, grandpa swore it had happened. So girls brave enough to give it a try?”
“Sure why the hell not. If it don't work like your grandfather said I will be greatly disappointed.”
“Of course you will Lilly. What about you Meina?”
“No thanks.”
“Come on you'll love it.”
“Lilly don't pressure her.”
“I'll try it, just this once.”

>>20730585
So I poured the girls each a cup. Menia took the first cup and with in a second spat the coffee out.
“How do you drink this stuff?”
“You don't, you got to chew it first.”
“Any drink you have to chew is to much for me.”
“So Lilly still fill brave enough to try your luck?” I said as I held out a cup to her.
“I lived in hell, nothing can match the crap we have there.” She said as she snatched the cup out of my hand and swallowed a gulp.
“So how is it.”
“Strong, gritty, it feels like something just punched me in the gut, but I do feel real perky now.”
We are breakfast and got to know each other a little bit better. About twelve minutes in Lilly got up and excused her self. Meina gave me the goofiest grin I had ever seen and busted into a fit of giggles.
“I am glad I didn't drink the stuff. How come it doesn't effect you?”
“Some people can handle it better than others, me? Cowboy blood runs in my veins. Also you build up a kind of tolerance for the stuff.”
Lilly returned shortly and sat down all prim and proper with one hell of a poker face.
“So did it?” Memia questioned.
“I did not let there be a chance to find out. You know James it was hardly straight though me, it took a full twelve minutes.”
“I don't brew it as strong my gradfather did, his was so strong that you had to cut it with a knife and if you stuck a spoon in it you could get it to stand upright.”
“Sweet Black Fucking Sabbath.”
“You should hear some of the stories about my grandfather, he taught me everything I know about being a badass.”

>>20730590
Shortly after we broke camp and set off. We where no more than a few minutes on the road when Meina said.
“I have to tell you something. My village wasn't attacked by elves. I escaped from my captors, who run a milk farm. Those men from before were sent to track me done. I lied to you because I didn't know if I could trust you. I am sorry please forgive me?”
“Nothing to apologize for. So whats you plan?”
“I don't know, I suppose I could go to the Holstauri village, but its been so long since I was there and I don't know if I could look them in the eyes. And I really want to help my friends who are still in servitude to those slavers.”
“Tell me about their setup, people, weapons, layout.
She told me everything she could remember and a plan started to form in my head. It was a simple plan. Part Star Wars part Rambo 4.
So we got Menia to get in the back of the wagon, looking as if she was chained up. Lilly sat at my side with a crossbow in hand and I steered the team. We arrived at the village hidden in the woods. According to Meina there were a total of twelve men remaining. I liked are odds. As we drew near a guard hollered out.
“State the nature of you business.”
“Came to buy milk, on my way here I found this one. Figured she was yours. Figured I could get a discount if I brought her in.”
“Right pull the wagon up to the barn, I'll have some of the boys load you up and another one take the cow. When you get loaded up go pay the boss in the main building.”
“Ok sir.”

>>20730600
I pulled the wagon into the barn. Five slavers came in. One went to get Meina and the one of the others asked me how much I wanted. Course Before the worlds had even finished leaving his lips I had run him through with Fury and Lilly had placed an arrow in each of the guards foreheads. Meina strangled the one next to her with the chains. Five down seven to go. Lilly took out the two tower guards, my limited skill with magic was too unpredictable for this situation. I grabbed one guard as he happened to walk by the front of the barn. 8 down the last four were split as two by the holding pins and two in the main building. Holding Pin was first priority. We had only moments till we were found out and then they would move to hold the girls at weapon point. The next part of the plan was simple. Lilly vamped out and swayed her way over to the guards in a way that only a succubus could. While the guards were being distracted by Lilly's “accidentally” flying up skirt I snuck up behind them and slit their throats with a hunting knife I had picked up. This left only the boss and his bodyguard. Of course the traders were out as were the actual slavers who did the capturing. I dropped all pretenses of subtlety and kicked in the door and ran across the room. I had my sword through the bodyguard and at the bosses neck before they could even get a weapon to bear.
“Say your peace.”
“Fuck you.”
“Someone already does.”
And then I cut off his head.

Lilly and Meina had gotten the girls set free. And so we started what I refer to as the great girl drive of TeeGee. It would take us a few days to get them home but we would.
>And now I sleep the sleep of the insane.

>>20728871
I don't know how I feel about that one. It seems to me that this effect, while I do not oppose its existence in the lore on some level, would make the Elves VERY unsuitable for elongated existence. Essentially, they're the most unfit high-functioning creature in the realm. I do support this idea of high-elf vs. low-elf where there is some level of pheromone control, but it should really just be a reinforcement tool of psychological elements.

Rather than become listless and unfocused, they should remain as self-righteous and arrogant as ever, moreso even, in order to defend the community until a new leader emerges, either through those that have dormant glands or implantation of another. This ingrained social teaching that they are a race of fallen gods would create in an Elf a respect for his fellow, and through the idea that even gods have hierarchies, the rulers are divinely chosen, reinforced by this pheromone, which is simply just a way of saying "I'm the strongest!", like how some species of animal use pheromones to attract mates and such things.

Simply put, if the Elves were so weak in this manner, then how did they survive war with the Humans? People aren't stupid, they can figure it out shit like this pretty fast, even with a degenerate and out of touch leadership.

I'd recommend rethinking the text. TeeGee won that first fight almost purely on superior numbers and surprise. They didn't actually think we'd attack, and we outnumbered them more than two to one (a thousand fat guys with varied arms and armor versus an unsuspecting garrison of 500 sleeping Elves) Their arrogance got them killed, not our skill.

>>20730624
Also, exhausted. Will write my more experimentally styled story tomorrow. Polite sage.

bumping

>>20730310

I would just like to say that I find this idea amazing and hilarious, that you need to understand how an element 'feels' before you can really gain control over it. Having to get struck my lightning to cast a lightning bolt spell, getting set on fire or burning yourself to cast fireball. I think it's a rather unique twist on learning magic and I like it. It also goes to show that wizards really are quite fucked in the head.

>>20730291
>The purpose of fishing wasn’t to catch a fish; it was to fish, possibly with a dog or friend (in my case both) sitting next to you.
That might be the best line about fishing ever written.

>>20732335
Would also explain why autists make great wizards. Sensation is very important to autistic people, with some textures, sounds, or even colours provoking very strong reactions, either positive or negative.

Just have to go shopping for food, but when I get back, I'll endeavour to post some writefaggotry in its entirety. Getting the right words has proven to be a real pain so far. Still, at least I'm writing again!

I still can't believe it. If you'd told me a week ago a simple, "Wizard portals you to a fantasy world WAT DO?" thread would turn into something so epic and so glorious, I would have laughed you out of the room.

I-I just got something in my eye. S-stupid /tg/, making me proud of you and stuff!

>>20732609
We have literally had seven threads of which the basis was "I want to romance some elf ears". There is no way we are not the best wizards in all the land by default.

>>20728777
Tentatively, I reached out. The book was thin, but filled with many runes. I had no idea what they said, but there were some very talented people researching back home.
"At least we won't leave empty handed" I commented, turning to face the rest, only to find some new figure blocking the door. A man with a red cloak and a kris stood, blocking the doorway.

".....'Sup" I said, only for fire to begin to swirl around his hand.

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>>20732925
Dashing forward, I was able to block the first attack with my shield. The wizard backpedaled down the hall, forcing us to funnel. Clever.
Bearing my shield, I attempted to advance, only to be pelted by continuous fire, now starting to burn. We found ourselves trapped inside the room, unable to advance or negotiate. What to do, what to do. I carefully considered our options. Five humans, armed with various European swords and spears, and one Felim, with a saber. I also had a shield. My plan formulated, the result of panicked thinking and hours of action games.
"Gentlemen, I propose operation charge that fucker."
"Alaric, are you go-"
"It is exactly what it sounds like. Serenity, please come here" and with that, we set into position, myself on one side of the door, Serenity on the other.
"Ready.... steady........... FOR WAIFUS." I charged, trying my hardest to ignore the increasingly large burns on my person.

"Stage two!" I slid down to the ground, crouching.

The neat thing about cats is their agility. The Felim clearly inherited some of this, I realized, as Serenity, using my shield as a springboard, leaped through the air.

>>20732651
Well I did note in a piece earlier in this thread that Teegee has exhibited an unusually high number of magic-users. It's also worth noting that being autistic does not make you a wizard; it just means you have an easier time becoming one.

It's >>20725112 here, if you want to give it a quick read

>>20732956
In this way, Serenity was able to land on the mage, killing him with one well aimed blow.

Unfortunately, raising my shield had left me open to magic fire. I passed out for about thirty minutes.

When I came to, my chestplate and helmet had been peeled off, revealing nasty burns around my shoulder and parts of my chest. Salves and and a spot of healing magic would keep me alive, and I was sure to make a good recovery, but.....

"That's gonna scar, isn't it?" I asked. It hurt to move, like the worst sunburn you'd ever gotten.
"Yeah, you crazy bastard" another knight, Lars, replied.
I laughed a bit, then winced. At least I had some cool scars to brag about. Trembling a bit, I stood, using my sword as a walking stick.

>>20732609
I guess in a way, it would be interesting. Still, we probably shouldn't rule out becoming proficient with magic just through studying it like some scientific force.

Is it possible that understanding the magic (getting burned to understand fire) and just studying how it works can both be considered viable paths in this world?

>>20733698
Working on a little something right now about it

I'm considering doing a little writefaggotry on this; but about a villain, an Outrealmer fallen from grace. Every good story needs a villain, as they say, but I'm afraid of messing up the setting.

>>20733698
>>20733794
I wrote the explanation of it in this very thread. >>20725112 Right here. You're welcome.

>>20733812

If it's about a man, who want every woman in the realm to be his waifu, either if they want it or not, then I'm all in.

"He has lost the way of Harem Knight. Greed has poisoned his soul."

>>20733812

Well, we already had that Tarkus faggot being a douche, but he died.

More antagonists!

>>20733845
Greed and perverse lust. Let his sword be shattered and his shield taken from the halls of our order, to be cast onto a fire. Let him be banished, his name forever stricken from the roll of honour, to be known forever only as...

That Guy!

>>20733794
>>20733819
( From Magic, Insanity, and You: A Beginers Guide to the Base Magics: In my time studying the nature of magic I came across two “Schools” of magic. “Faith” magic can be divided in to two “Classes” shamanistic magic which is magic drawn from the earth and clerical magic which is prayer powerd. The other “school” is the arcane class, which can be divided into three classes. Sensate magic is based almost entirely on the feel of things, you can't cast something till you know how it feels. As such they have a tendency to specialize in one element. In a way they are very much like sorcerers. The next class is Autistic Magic. Which is the magic of orderly chaos, it's formulaic in nature and being a bit crazy helps. However studying is the most important part. The last class was what I have labeled drunk magic, though compulsion magic would be more accurate. I first discovered it while studying enchantments. It originated in the Dwarven Mountains. In this magic type a compulsion strikes the caster and they sort of force the idea they have into an object. The reason there are so many strange enchanted things out there, is because a lot of enchanters use stimulants to force the creative strike. Hence Drunk magic.

Everyone falls on a sort of spectrum of the arcane magic. With Sensate on one end and Drunk on the opposite end, Autistic magic in the middle. Where one falls determines their starting strengths and weakness.

Some claim that magic breeding occurs were over time, where the offspring of magical creatures inherit magical skill from their parents. This theory leads to stronger generations over time. I like to refer to this theory as Bloodline Sorcery. I am no expert on the subject as it would take skills I don't have and a lot of time and research to figure it out.)

>>20733974
Let me know what you guys think.

>>20733974
>It originated in the Dwarven Mountains. In this magic type a compulsion strikes the caster and they sort of force the idea they have into an object.

Urist is taken by a fey mood?

>>20734091
Bingo

>>20733812

Nah. Not an Evil Rance. Quite the opposite, in fact-I was thinking of writing about a man who didn't want -any- waifu except the one he left behind in the Old World. Intensely devoted to her (some would say obsessed, made perhaps more so by her prolonged absence), he is quite unable to 'get over' her and seeks to return to the Old World, to return to her and start the life they were 'meant to have together'. He was also quite uncomfortable with the idea of polygamy, and this, combined with the knowledge that his brothers had no intention of finding a way back, led to him striking it out on his own.

Years of searching (and many great deeds and loyal followers later), and all evidence pointed to the same thing: there was no way back. Outraged at having his hopes of happiness dashed, the man raged against the gods, and when they did not respond, he turned on their followers and washed entire countries in fire and steel using the tactics, military technology and paradigms of the Old Worlds' military leaders that he had painstakingly learned in the Old World and refined in the New.

To his followers, he was a conquering hero, bent on uniting the world under his enlightened rule.

The reality was that he was simply a child having a temper tantrum and taking it out on the entire world.

His title could be 'The Red Brother', duly earned from the battle with the Elves after emerging from it covered head to toe in the blood of his foes.

>>20734408
The twist could be that he was socially inept and immature in the Old World, and that the girl of his dreams never really loved him in the way he always imagined she did. His growing up in the New World led him to realise this over the years and the revelation drove him more and more towards insanity, unable to let go of that ideal of happiness and unable to admit that his years of boundless effort and frequent cruelty were entirely in vain. In the end, a broken man propped up only by his ego and the will of his followers at his backs, his only real rationale for continuing to do what he did being that 'every good story needs its' villains'.

Should I write about someone like this, or does this sound too angsty and cliched?

>>20734413
It is really cliched and sounds angsty but give it a shot, you never know how it may turn out.

>>20734464
I thought so. Usually, my ideas are pretty bad until I've had a sleep over them. Oh well.

>>20734509
I did say do it anyway, I'll read it and I know others would love to read it. One of the hardest parts about writing is that it feels like you suck compared to others the thing is to just try your best.

>>20734509

Two rules about writing.

1. The piece that I'm writing is the best thing ever written.
2. The piece that I'm writing is the worst thing ever written.

Figure it out and get rolling.

Polite sage.

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>>20734539
Does it always feel that way?

>>20734408
>>20734413
Sounds like an eventual BBEG for us to fight and a partcularly excellent nemesis for Sir Fearghaile since he still wants to return to the old world himself. See what you can do about outlining it, but tone it down a bit with regards to how much he actually conquests before the Harem Knights get to him. No need to go TOO grimdark, remember he's in opposition to the truly NOBLEBRIGHT.

>>20734693
For most people yes, it does get easier the more you do it.

I'm writing up a notes section to be placed at the end of the book, followed by the glossary. So far I've written some things about the Teegee calendar, copied below. Note: the greentexted line is actually a header.

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As I recognize that not all my works may be available depending on the reader’s region, I have elected to include basic information on subjects not necessarily within the purview of the book’s scope.

>The Teegee calendar

AA: After Arrival
BA: Before Arrival

The Teegee calendar has twelve months, and is based on the Gregorian and Tamrelic calendars of the Outrealm. Note that the Tamrelic calendar originates in The Elder Scrolls, a work of fiction.

Leap years occur once every four years, in keeping with the Gregorian calendar.

>>20735036
Morning Star: 31 days
Sun’s Dawn: 28 days (29 on a leap year)
First Seed: 31 days
Rain’s Hand: 30 days
Second Seed: 31 days
Midyear: 30 days
Sun’s Height: 31 days
Last Seed: 31 days
Hearthfire: 30 days
Frostfall: 31 days
Sun’s Dusk: 30 days
Evening Star: 31 days

Teegee celebrates several holidays, each with its own importance.

Day of Founding: 19th of Sun’s Height
Anniversary of the day the Harem Knights were founded. Celebrated with a festival. Those with a family attend it together, and those alone seek out companionship.

Day of Arrival: 9th of Hearthfire
Anniversary of the day that the Outrealmers were summoned to the world.

Day of Salvation: 6th of Frostfall
Anniversary of the day the Outrealmers were found by the Felim, and subsequently saved. Celebrated with a feast.

>>20735045
If anyone has any corrections or suggestions to make, do so. Also, I feel that the Day of Arrival should be celebrated with something. What, I'm not sure. Any ideas?

>>20735058
Like all holidays, it should be celebrated with your Waifu.

>>20735045
Wasn't there something like ear rubbing day?

>>20735117
I got the holidays from the post linked below, and a grep of the archived threads makes no mention of holidays other than here.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/20674762/#p20679434

I neglected to keep the day we attacked the elves as a holiday because I wouldn't call it one of Teegee's prouder moments.

Also, should we have a holiday for the Ork invasion? If so, what should it be named and how should it be celebrated?

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>>20735186
It should be a day of sports and outdoor games.

Jousting, javelin throws, archery, wrestling, melees and the like are all held on this day.

>>20735186

Yeah, "celebrate" the slaughter of dozens of our people. Might not be the best idea.

Maybe it'd be like a half 'n' half? In the daytime, it's a period of mourning for those lost, with fasting and a minute's silence for the fallen.

Then night-time comes and it becomes a celebration of meeting our new Ork allies. So the whole day becomes a sort of metaphor for remembering the past while looking forward to a better future, something whimsical like that.

>>20735058

I still say there should be gift giving, as a sort of metaphor for the gift the Felim gave us. And also because it's winter and I just really want magic fantasy Xmas. Everyone loves Xmas, right? Hell, I'm not even religious, I just like giving presents and spending time with those I love.

>>20735236
>>20735288
I like these ideas.

The festival lasts two days. The first day is essentially, Virgil's idea of the fasting followed by a celebration. The second day is a sports tournament of all sorts. (This includes wargames, of course.) As for the gift giving, I forgot to include that. Thanks for reminding me.

Now go write some adorable holiday stories!

>>20735323
Right after I finish my current one damnit. Stop giving me more Ideas

>>20735363
I do my best.

>>20735045
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/20674762/#p20679862

From the third thread. Start in the early weeks of Sun's Dusk for our day of Arival. Savior's Day would be either early Morning Star/late Evening Star. Day of Union would be some time in mid-First Seed.

>>20735323

More of mine stuff is in the work. I want to at least mention ork invasion, because I'm way behind rest of the guys.

>>20735288
>St. Valentines Day
>Independence Day
>Veterans Day
>V-E Day
>V-J Day

>>20735323
I think I will, I just need to clarify, for personal timeline's sake: About what year was the Ork attack?

>>20735466
I think the genral consensciosn is year 5 A.A

>>20735490

I read somewhere it was around 3 A.A.

3,5 to be precise.

>>20735323

Oh, don't tempt me sir.

>>20735428
Valentine's day and Veteran's day would fit; I'm not so sure about the Independence day. Celibrating the birth of a nation noone will ever see again dosn't sound like such a great time to me.
I'm not sure what those last two are.

>>20735505
Lets say it was around 4.5 ish. Three years strikes me as a little too short a time to get everyone geared up and whatnot.

>>20735513

Victory in Europe and Japan Days, respectively. End of World War II. Definitely not applicable I'd say.

>>20735528
Ah. Yeah, those don't seem like they'd fit very well.

>>20735186
I still hold that the day we defeated the elves should not be a day to be ashamed of. Not only were the Elfish women we took on grateful for our freeing them, it was also the day the Harem Knights first stood together as Knights and the day that TeeGee was officially founded now that there was a land to call its own.

>>20735490
>>20735505
This is why we need to put together a timeline. Most accounts should be based on consensus, and in general, the list of holidays I've suggested has been used before, as has the Talmeric calender

>>20735528
Definitely applicable. V-J day was the day to celebrate the dropping of an atomic bomb that killed countless civilians. The defeat of the Elves in TeeGee was the day of its birth. It's like TeeGee Independence Day.

>>20735513
V-E and V-J stand for victory over Europe and Japan, respectively when the Allies won WWII.
Also, he was listing holidays celebrating violence, not necessarily ones we'd keep in the New World.

>>20735547
>>20735521
So all for 4.5 say Aye all apposed Nay

>>20735547
I don't know if this holds true for everybody (I'm american), but I don't know of anyone actualy celibrating V-E day or V-J day. They aren't on my calender, either. I don't think they're holidays so much as a reminder of the event.

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>>20735565
I thought it was 4 from the initial story...

also, pic related to Holidays.

>>20735565
Aye

>>20735589
They aren't on the Calendar, but there's usually some small news stories in remembrance. At the time, however, it was a big dal for years. I'm honestly quite surprised either one or the other weren't made national holidays in the USA.

>>20735565
Aye Aye Captain.

>>20735591
Well, I suppose Union day could be a thing, but not something to be celebrated so much as simply observed. Having a party for it might make things kinda awkward with the elves that've joined us.

>>20735611
Well, the latter at least is not something to be proud of. Eh.

>>20735589

Speaking as a Britfag, there isn't much celebration here either. Most of our military history is remembered on November 11th, with a minute silence and a really boring TV special.

>>20735622
You mean all the Elves that joined us thanking us for killing and driving off their oppressors? I'd imagine that would be a fantastic holiday for everyone! Remember, the focus is on the birth of the Harem Knights and of the Nation of TeeGee, not on the slaughter, which had to occur in order for us to thrive and be free.

I hate to say this, but some of you guys are some gigantic fucking pussies. It's not like we're celebrating the Holocaust or anything here, we're celebrating the positive outcome of a just war.

Well, I've finished my third story in... what is it now, four days? I swear, this thread must be laced with crack.

>Captcha: SPubse Frenchman
...Well then.

>>20735668
Wait are the day of founding and the day of union diffrent days? If so I need to fix the 1d4chan page

>>20735627
Why not? It stopped the US from having to invade Japan on foot (which would have killed far more on both sides), and let the world see the power of Nuclear Weapons (which made people fear them, instead of developing them to the point where they became the hugeass ones of today which literally can wipe out a city, and then using the later ones in battle first).

>>20735687
No, they're the same day. We can have our own sort of "Veteran's Day" on the day of the Orkish Incident, to honor those who have fought in battles in defense of TeeGee and to those who have died under her banner.

>>20735665
The reason that British Military day is so somber is because you guys have a more controversial military record than the US. Our shit didn't really start until after the 1950s, but you guys have a long history of international douchebaggery.

>>20735687
I think the founding of the Order was shortly after the Elf battle, and that celebration would probably include that.
And Day of Union was when we were saved by the Felim, which became Catgirl Christmas?

>>20735740

That's because you're still young. Give it a few hundred years, you'll have your own tally of fuck-ups to be ashamed of.

>>20735745
No thats the day of Salvation so far but of course nothings set in stone

>>20735745
No, that's the day of Salvation.

>>20735747
I feel such hope for the future of my country.

Anyway, the date of the orkish attack. Everybody agree on 4.5 AA?

>>20735773
Well there were no nays but it is a little early to end the vote/tally

>>20735745
It took a little over four months after the sacking of Elfington-over-the-water, or whatever it was called, to establish the order. Until then, we were still all making sure we were actually going to live for a while. Things took some starting up. I mentioned this in a mini-story in the second thread.

Speaking of stories, mein gott, my current one is over 5k words and growing!

>>20735781
I said that as much to get back on topic as anything else, really, but yeah.

Is Ear's Day still a thing? Or would that be our version of valentine's day.

>>20735801
I'd imagine it's still a thing, just a day of romance and waifus.
>>20735773
I'm cool with that.

>>20735801
I think we need a good name for it but yeah how about that becomes the "Day of Union" I like the sound of it and since I mentioned the day in my story and I would like to have it some were. So Day of Union for our Valentines day/

>>20735831
The Day of Union marks our defeat of the elves, though. That's not exactly valentine's day material.

How about Ear's day celebrating the fateful day Sir Gavran made his great proclamation and started this whole deal.

>>20735785
Codifying it, yes, that did take some time, but the first vows some of us took, taken right before the battle, were the basis of what we had later. It's really more of a rough representation, but I feel that what's important is celebrating the birth of the SPIRIT of the order rather than the letter. The US celebrates its independence on July 4th because of the Declaration of Independence that was drafted on that day in 1776, but it wasn't delivered until many weeks later, and fighting did not end until 1783, and the Articles of Confederation wasn't even ratified until 1781. The point isn't when we wrote it down, it's when we started it up, which happened in the most real sense on that fateful day we banded together to defeat our Elfish oppressors.

>>20735856
I know that but the name of that was changed to Founding day.

>>20735874
Ah. I still think Ear's day would be perfect for this though.

>>20735856

> That's not exactly valentine's day material.

According to Wikipedia, both St. Valentines were martyrs. Their not exactly a great basis for Valentine's Day either.

>>20735887
It's still the day Sir Gavran made his declaration about ears its just Ear day sounds really really stupid

>>20735895
Eh. It's about the spirt of the thing.

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>>20735906
This is a setting about an order of fa/tg/uys questing in a high fantasy land, doing autist magic, and obtaining harems of monstergirls.....

and Ear's Day sounds silly?

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i know we drifted from the topic, but as for our arch nemesis i think i may have found him. beware clicking the spoiler though, for true evil lies behind it

>>20735928 Compared to the other Holiday names yes.
Ok my justification for the name Day of Union. It was the day that Sir Gavran united us together with his desire and motivated us to survive.

>>20735895

I forgot to add, I've given you rather minor part in my new story, but rather major part for my character. Just felt like saying it. We'll see how it gonna turn out.

>>20735953
works for me. we could call him Marche the Dream Crusher

>>20735953
>Never played FFTactics
Someone please explain this to me.

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>>20735993

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>>20735953

>>20735953

Given the buildup, I was expecting the tale of Big Boy Blue. Which, horribly enough, fits WAY too well.

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>>20736005
basically a group of misfit kids gets transported to final fantasy world and their shit lives wind up great (cripple can walk, mom isn't dead, tons of friends, not to mention ADVENTURE) but the MC decides to genocide all of this new world and send his "friends" back to their shit lives

>>20735993
Get transported to magical land. Everyone's dreams come true. He goes all no we must return to the real world, never mind the fact that you will be miserable. Oh look brother you can walk well thats nice now to return hom to where you are stuck in a wheelchair FOREVER. And so on

>>20735993
The whole plot of the game is that the protaganest and his friends get sucked into a Final fantasy game, and he's the only one who wants to get the hell out.
He does, and drags the rest with him. Including his crippled brother, who only wanted to stay so he could walk.

>>20735981
>>20735993
I like you.

>>20735953
I forget, what weapon is the Pizza Cutter supposed to be?

>>20736027
You mean besides fucking retarded?

>>20735874
I strongly disagree with the calender now on the wiki. Would you mind if I made some suggestions?

>Summoning's Eve - 14th of Sun's Dusk
Day before the day of arrival. Feast, revel, tell stories, rub ears, etc.

>Day of Arrival and 56 days following - 15th of Sun's Dusk - 10th Morning Star
Day we were summoned. Somber day of remembrance of those who died that winter and comrades who have died since. Knights are expected to fast or do service if possible.

>Ear Day - 13 Evening Star
Half-way through the 56 Hard Days, a day of casting off the somber tones of the Hard Days for feasting and courting (and rubbing ears, of course). To remind us of the hope that comes on Savior's Day.

>Savior's Day/Day of Salvation - 11th Morning Star
Day we were saved. Grand feasting and celebration. Gifts are exchanged, but mostly a day of giving and cherishing that which we have. Rubbing noses is a customary gesture among couples

>Day of Union - 12th First Seed
Day we were united as a people against the Elves, a Brotherhood of Knights for our people, and our people as a nation. Popular for taking vows, both of marriage and knighthood.

Thoughts? I'm trying to hit most of the points here. I altered the dates as well to fit in just a tad bit better with stories so far. Let's just say it was a late winter.

>>20736010
NOPE.

>>20736027
It never actualy shows up.

>>20736038
I like it and vote for it.

>>20735419
Thanks, I'd missed those. Mind if I quote the post?

>I still hold that the day we defeated the elves should not be a day to be ashamed of.
I see your point, adding.

Cripes, I go play Dark Souls for one hour and there's twenty-something new posts. Anyway, here's the Notes page as of now.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1z5oDOZNWcABJYKGtvKMAfo5dW_dyVZFgiT-QKMgp3Yg/edit#

>>20736038
Sounds good to me.

>>20736038
Using this.

So, things have slowed in the end, uh?
do you guys managed to do a 1d4 page 'bout this?

>>20736079
Yup.
http://1d4chan.org/wiki/Harem_Knights

>>20736038
Well unless anyone has a disagreement with what has been put forth here I shall make the change, giving a time more for more imput.

>>20736079
Slowed? ha I have stories in progress still and I know other do too.

I think it only seems slow at the moment because everyone's writing at once.

>>20736079
They're not slowing, they're getting longer.

Someone might also want to write down the fleshed out races too. the difference between Orcs and Orks, and the High/Low Elf ranking thing.

>>20736079
The latter parts of threads tend to be worldbuilding and discussion. Once the next thread starts, there's going to be more story than you can keep up with.

>>20736128
I'll add some Orc stuff some time unless others want to

>>20736088
tanks nice fella.

>>20736128
I'll thow the high/low elf distintion up in a minute.

>>20736128
>>20736193
Actually, I had some issue with how stark the Elf ranking thing is. Such a system would make them horrifically vulnerable on so many levels, and with prior lore, there are many holes in it, like for example, what about the Elf women who were happy to be free of their male oppressors?

I suggested earlier in the thread amendments to this lore. here: >>20730624
This would also allow for a more social view of the female position. They're not in the loop because they're necessary for reproduction, and thus a sort of currency in the Elvish social hierarchy. This would prevent the biological harms of inbreeding as well since the women are passed around as desired by those in power.

>>20736239
I think it was decided that it wasn't really control more like a subtle suggestion and the elves got nausea if they resisted it. And they could only resist if they knew of it.

It's this hour already? Damn you guys, why the hell I'm writing the most during the night? It's not like I'm doing it way longer, because language barrier and stuff.

Though strangely, I find writing in English easier. Or maybe it's the setting fault.

>>20736316
This, although the idea that the female's are exempt sounds good, too.

Anyway, I threw a breif discription of the difference in the race list and added Harbringer's study as a section. If we decide otherwise, feel free to remove it.

>>20736396
Add some Orc stuff and some magic stuff

>>20736536
I'll hold off on adding more on the Orks untill someone writes some more on the subject. Right now we've only met one variety.
I'll add the magic bit, though.

>>20736027
It's the Judges' Sword. After you complete all 300 missions you get a new six or seven mission quest. In the first one you can get Judgemaster Cid, and the sword's pictured in one of his attacks.

>>20736536
added I mean

>>20736562
We have met two. High Orcs and Orks. And sorry for confusing things what with the mistyped post

>>20736316
>>20736396
Well that's just the problem, without this suggestion they become useless, and in order for a species to survive, it must be capable of independent action. This pheromone might instill a feeling that a High-Elf is the righteous leader. It might be opposed, but an individual that produces more of this pheromone is more likely to be accepted as a legitimate leader, an "alpha male scent" so to speak. I'd suggest that when an individual Elf's Alpha Pheromone is the strongest in the area, their senses sharpen and they become even more reactive. This would allow independent action towards their current goal (which is socially instilled as righteous) and a lack of being dependent on their leaders.

This goes beyond simple military elements though, this goes into traders who must be able to react to markets and haggle properly, artisans who may be limited by their cultural conditioning, but must still be creative in manufacturing art, weapons, and other items to fit their role. Because despite their degenerate nature, they still have to to be individually clever and intelligent to be a genuine threat.

why is it that getting a couple compliments and having my writing affect worldbuilding makes me feel more accomplished than the last four years of college?

>>20736604
Yes and if they resist the pheromone they get sick. They accept it they get sharper. The dazed part was them coming down from a sort of high when the High Elf was killed. At least thats how I read it.

>>20736604
Forgot to mention, female Elves wouldn't be exempt from this effect, but how it manifiests would be different, as in this fear of the Alpha Scent. It can be resisted, but females aren't socialized against it and end up being passive pawns of Elvish culture.

It is worth note that Elf-human hybrids neither produce the pheromone nor are susceptible to it, in part thanks to dulled senses compared to a full-blood elf.

>>20736634
You're seeing the results of your work firsthand. It's a beautiful feeling.

Anyone up for another Antoine story?

>>20736587
Bluh bluh.

>>20736604
This sounds about right. Perhaps different elf lords have different, distinct smells? Dynasties distinguished by a family sent? Maybe variations in the general smell of a lord based on the area their family lives, forest lords giving a suggestion of pine, lords from the medows smelling of flowers, and the like.

>>20730624
I realize this. What I observed was merely an outpost, far away from what a 'real' town would be. High Elf population is much denser, and much higher to ensure maximum coverage and little effect to Low Elves should one die.

Al'hwyn Dah was more or less, a labor camp designed to exploit local ore deposits, with Low Elves being used as labor to send ore back to nearby population centers. The High Elf present was more or less a warden to ensure labor continued smoothly.

From historical accounts collected and translated, it seems that the kingdom itself was made of High Elves. The Low Elf appears later on during the kingdom's history, some thousand years after its conception, being referred to as 'the silent children' in older texts.

From what I am told, normal towns have much closer 1:1 ratio of High : Low Elf, with only the wealthiest of families or government officials having multiple Low Elves serve them.

>>20736634
I think it has something to do with the fact that we're making something. You get more emotionally involved with it, and feel attachment.

>>20736648
Wouldn't it be easier to say that if they don't accept it all the Elves that do accept it gang up on him and beat him up until he does? Or that he gets put into the dungeon for his wrongdoing like they do in every other society?

>>20736713
I think there's a serious danger with looking at any of the Elves as though they were animals and not a Sentient people with their own culture and customs. We have to recognize that they have those things and that their culture is not their end-all be-all existence like this suggests. This basically makes them into mindless monsters, and I don't like that, even if their arrogance and self-worship makes it seem as if they are sometimes.

In fact, the very idea of a Low-Elf in this respect seems a redundancy as there will always be an underclass. I personally say rewrite it to that all male Elves have this gland and that social hierarchy is greased by the production of this pheromone. This isn't a statement against your writing, far from it, but sometimes things need a second draft and there are more than a few holes in it with the lore we've determined thus far

>>20736769
Part of it could be that the sickness shows that they are resisting. So if an elf is resisting it has to also hide the evidence or he/she will be beaten or locked up or in some other way punished.