>>27976160
-LAST TIME IN SALEM-
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/27940585/

You, Natalia Jean-Louis, a young witch of Afro-Carribean descent, had a bad first day of school. A fellow student that you thought was your friend decided to 'accidentally' change a potions recipe and spill the contents on you, causing you to lose all of your beautiful brown hair. You had quite the breakdown. The following day, you went early for extra Dueling practice with Professor Squall, and gained a better grasp on the fundemental 'Accio' spell. She also insinuated that you should mind your own business in regards to her scar. You also made a friend with a Starfish house member- Jeremy. He seems nice. The first class of the day was Herbology, in which you excelled, carefully harvesting the Screaming Reeds in spite of your teachers lack of instruction. Your next class is Charms, which you realized you shared with Turtle House, meaning that the hated Sophia Dahl would be there. You weren't sure whether to feel elated at the thought of revenge, or descend into yet another fit of the weepies.

Keep updated here: twitter.com/Salem_Institute

This quest uses a ROLL-UNDER system. I'll usually take the best of the first 3 rolls that are linked to my post.

>>27976270
-NEW FATE TOKEN SYSTEM-

So if you’ve been paying attention at all, you would have noticed that I interject -ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED: BLAHBLAHBLAH- occasionally. This started out as a joke, but after a Q&A some anons brought up that we don’t have a Fate Token system, which could have saved our emotional well-being at least once so far. SO. I have decided that for every THREE achievements you unlock (which I have drafted quite a few out for story purposes, and I’ll interject more randomly if funny stuff happens), you get ONE Fate Token. These tokens can be used to re-roll ONE roll per token, and only through a moderate amount of consensus. I may decided to call for votes for this.

Current Fate Points: 1
Current Achievements: 1

>>27976292
I'd like to use our Fate Point now.

>>27976270
Thin violet curtains cloak the windows to the Charms cabin. The room was well decorated with mysterious symbols to spell workings too advanced for your age. A slightly pudgy witch, known to your class now as Ms. Vu, stands at the front of the class. Her face is slightly wrinkled with laugh lines and her ebony hair is freckled with white. You can hardly see her dark eyes under the narrow slits of her eyelids. However, you actually find little interest in what she is saying. The brown haired girl in front of you is consuming your thoughts.

Sophia Dahl.

That rat didn’t even look your way when she came into the room today. Strangely enough, it bothers you even more than if she had said something awful to you. You wonder what is going on through her head right now, and if she really thinks you’re a threat or not.

The sound of shattering glass brings your attention back to the lesson.

“Reparo!” Ms. Vu bellows as the vase she just shattered decides to fit itself back together. “Now all of you try! Throw the glass in front of you on the ground and then use Reparo.”

You take the glass in your hand.

>’Accidentally’ throw it at Sophia
>Toss it on the ground like the teacher said.
>Other

>>27976308
Agree we need to be stoic as some sort of robot man

>>27976336
Revenge is a dish best served cold.

Throw it on the ground. We need a really golden opportunity to get her back not something petty

>>27976336
>Toss it on the ground...for our revenge will have no witnesses and leave no evidence.

>>27976336
>Toss it on the ground.

>>27976371
>>27976381
>>27976405
Not worth the detention, you rationalize as you throw your glass on the ground like you were told. You’ll have your revenge, just now is not the time.

Your glass shatters on the stone ground.

>Roll 1d100

Rolled 74

>>27976448

Rolled 98

>>27976448
I said, "Man! What I look like? A charity case?"

I took it and threw it on the ground!
I don't need your handouts!
I'm an adult!
Please!
You can't buy me hot dog man!

>>27976519
>98+

-CRITICAL FAILURE-

-USE A FATE TOKEN FOR RE-ROLL Y/N-

Rolled 83

>>27976448
Saving roll?

>>27976554
No. We suck at magic that's part of the character now I guess.

>>27976603
The/tg/ dice ordained that we suck at spells I guess

>>27976554
N

Hoping some of the flying shards of glass "happen" to cut the shit out off a little someone we are steadfastly refusing to take revenge on in this class.

>>27976603
>>27976641

Permanent character quirk? Don't know if I want us that susceptible to failure at critical times...

>>27976690
Well it would suck but we cant really fight the dice

>>27976554
Oh, I've been meaning to ask, how deep a taboo is breaking someone else's wand?

>>27976725
We are going to have to spend so much damn time artifacing to account for that...ugh, you're right though.

>>27976603
>>27976649
You half-heartedly mutter ‘Reparo’ and much to your surprise it does not work. The pieces do quiver a bit in place, like they have the desire to conform back to their original shape. You hear a giggle in front of you, flashing your eyes upward you see Sophia quickly turn her head back to the front of the room still stifling a laugh. Her now newly formed glass sits back on her desk. The fire inside you grows rapidly.

> Call her out- “Have something you would like to share?”
> Ignore her, against your better judgement
> Teach her a lesson- ‘Accio’ her glass off her table
> Other

>>27976788
> Teach her a lesson- ‘Accio’ her glass off her table

I just got here, is this in-character?

>>27976788
> Ignore her, against your better judgement

Don't engage. We already did our equivalent retaliation when we beat the shit out of her, let her make the first move if she plans on making this into a permanent feud.

Rolled 21

>>27976788
> Other

'Reparo'

Rolled

>>27976788
Try again this time with feeling

>>27976788
Try it again, but this time channel our frustration and hatred into the spell.

Put some feeling into it.

>>27976842
To be clear, I'm saying we should use a second attempt to fix our glass as a means of diverting our attention from the little brat.

>>27976842
>>27976910
>>27976914

Roll 1d100, Please.

Rolled 11

>>27976943
Here we go again...

Rolled 38

>>27976959
It's a natural 100!

Rolled 20

>>27976943

Are we waiting on OP's next post or for a third linked roll?

With my luck I'm not touching the dice again.

Rolled 43

>>27976943

>>27976959

Your teeth lock together as your eyes narrow. You think back to what Squall told you, about how you need to think about bending the will of the object in order for it to do your bidding. “Reparo!”

The glass quickly leaps up off the ground and back into its original form. You hear the sniggering stop. This is strangely more satisfying than knocking her glass off the table, though the idea still seems appetizing.

The class continued practicing the spell and it seems to come easier to you after a while. Drills are rarely entertaining but you seem to learn better this way. Soon you can cast it with little thought.

Transfiguration class is up next with the Octopus House members. When you walk across the courtyard to the designated cabin you notice that Todd has already slipped in before the rest of the class and is talking excitedly to another boy who you don’t recognize. A silver octopus glints on his robe and you wonder why you didn’t notice him in herbology.

You take a seat by the window and wait for the class to begin. Soon your classmates all take a seat and are talking to one another. A few minutes tick by and you begin wondering to yourself if the teacher is running late or not.

Suddenly, the cabin’s door is flung open by a young man holding a small stack of books and papers.

-CONT-

>>27977285
“So sorry!” He begins apologizing, his red hair is combed neatly to one side. “I was doing some research and lost track of time.” The end of the sentence is punctuated by the thud of the books on his desk.

He swishes his wand and a piece of chalk jumps up to attention over the black board before writing in smooth cursive ‘Mr. Adams, Transfiguration: Year One.”

Mr. Adams smiles at the class but even you can tell that there is some nervousness in it. “I’m sure that a few of you who have older siblings are wondering where Mr. Bryant is. Nothing bad has happened to him, he has simply decided to retire to follow his dream of studying the numerological correlations of Windleflux scores for the last century or so. Anyways, on to today’s lesson.”
His hand shakes slightly as he opens one of the books he brought with him. “The most important thing to learn before studying Transfiguration is the basic understanding of the transformation formula. Which is that the intended transformation is directly influenced by: bodyweight, viscousness, wand power, concentration, and a fifth variable that remains a mystery.” The piece of chalk dances along the black, making notes on what is being said.

Mr. Adams clears his throat. “For example. This desk,” he raps on it with his knuckles, “Can not be changed into a dragon, nor can it be changed into a mouse.”

-CONT-

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>>27977285
f5f5f5f5f5f5f5f5f5f5
(also, I'm having trouble locating the system you used to generate Nat, can you post a link please?)

>>27977464
He digs around in his desk and pulls out a very ordinary box of matches. “Much like these matches, which we’ll be working with today. I can not change it into a bowling ball, because that would be impossible. But I can,” He gives his wand a flick and in a blink of an eye the match is now a needle.

“Now you try.”

>roll 1d100

Rolled 21

>>27977516
C'mon success!

Rolled 100

>>27977516
We're good at this!

>>27977516

>>27977554
Hmmm, maybe not.

Rolled 62

>>27977554
Fuck.

Christ, are we going to fuck up in every single class we take? Good God.

Rolled 96

>>27977516
Crit fail

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>>27977487
>see pic

>>27977554
-OH LOOK /TG/ DICE ARE STILL HERE. FATE TOKEN?-

>>27977577
Yup. Some worse than others I'd guess.

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>>27977554

>>27977618
No to the token, I'm guessing we can use built up frustration and rage to power some of our magic.

Perhaps we are cursed? Did we tick off a Vodoun practitioner?

>>27977618
This time I'd say yes.

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>>27977554

>>27977640
Maybe we can make some kind of a charm to foist our failures on our enemies?

>>27977639
>>27977643

Split vote. Need consensus.

Rolled 98

It's funny how our stats are heavily biased towards succeeding at spellcasting and we've borked pretty much every spell we've casted and our one notable success has been physical.

Also kind of weird. I mean, presumably, this will even out in the future and we'll ascend to our rightful position as a clever young Eel, so what will this look like in retrospect?
>>27977700
Don't waste it.

>>27977700
Fuck that we go full reckless.
No

>>27977643
Though on the other hand, the only damage is to our morale.

I mean we're able to grasp the spells after our initial failure, and are able to challenge our frustration constructively.

Fate tokens should presumably be saved for when we're in danger or something.

Can someone give me the fast and dirty on the Salem Institute?

>>27977700
USE THE TOKEN

>>27977700
Nah

>>27977708
I'd say that it just means that we don't learn things on our first try.

Like while we couldn't cast reparo first, when we concentrated we were able to do it fine.

>>27977618
Thanks mucho.

>>27977725
...seconding this. Also, crit range explanation? Roll under system 1-5 and 95-100 with 1 and 100 being supercrits or something less standard?

>>27977700
Not worth it.

>>27977708
>>27977718
>>27977721
>>27977739

-NO TOKEN-

>98+
-WRITING-

>>27977725
You'll find out a lot more as the quest continues. For a quick history, the second thread should have a basic explanation.

>>27977725
American Hogwarts. Were a Caribbean girl in her first year

>>27977767
Oh okay, I didn't know if I missed a shit ton of world building. On phone, so too much of a hassle to go through old threads.

>>27977770
General personality of said Caribbean?

>>27977767
You take a steady swish with your wand. You are the match, you tell yourself, and you will become a needle. The match transformed, but not into a needle in the slightest. What is now in your hand is a small collection of straw. This has been the third class so far that you have performed poorly in and it’s starting to get to you. A hard lump wells up in your throat as you see other classmates succeed where you have failed.

Are you truely a Jean-Louis? Certainly you couldn’t have this hard of a time if you were.

>Roll 1d100 for composure

>>27977754
1-3 = Crit SUCCESS! 98-100 = Crit FAIL.
No supercrits.

Rolled 73

>>27977844

Rolled 33

>>27977796
She fucks up her spells on the first try and beat up Sophia for being a bitch (she threw hair-removing potion on us and then we slapped the shit out of her). Also we might have a crush on an upperclassman named Allen.

She generally seems to be highly biased towards critfails, a problem that will hopefully disappear into the statistical aether from whence it came.

>>27977844
Oh no!

>>27977844

Rolled 80

>>27977844
I hope we're better at holding our composure than we are at magic

>>27977876
No. You will not cry again infront of your classmates. You would rather be known as just a failure than a blubbering failure. You take a deep breath and choke down the tears and think of happier things like your sweet albino ferret, Snowball. Now finding the Chickacharney seems more appealing than ever. If you were to please the creature you will be gifted with better luck, something you feel you desperately need right now.

Class comes to a close and you quickly exit the class, not wanting to talk to anyone. The faster you got to lunch the faster you could get to history and then the faster you could get on to the evening. However, you feel a steady hand on your shoulder. Quickly tossing a look over your shoulder you see Todd behind you. There is a moment of silence before he says anything as he gives you a quick look over, assessing your current situation. He then realizes that it’s been a bit too long and looks uncomfortable.

“Ah, just wanted to ask you what you thought of the first day of classes. Haven’t really gotten a chance to catch up with you,” he says, apparently choosing his words with care.

>Honesty- ”What do you think? It’s been awful!”
>Stiff upper lip- ”Oh. Okay I guess.”
>Other

>>27978083
>Stiff upper lip for the win!

>>27978083
>Honesty

We need a hug.

>>27978083
Stiff upper lip

>>27978083
>>Stiff upper lip- ”Oh. Okay I guess.”

Rolled 97

>>27978083
Honesty, but can we sound less whiny/passive-aggressive? Something like, "Ugh, it's sucked. I don't know what I'm doing wrong, but apparently I'm doing a lot of it." He's trying to be nice.

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You know, all these bad rolls... They bring back memories.

>27978083
"I'm as bad as a squib, I don't know what's wrong with me!" Proceed to cry.

>>27978108
>>27978137
>>27978146

“Oh,” you say dismissively, as the bad memories threaten to overwhelm you again.

“It’s okay I guess,” you finish after the short pregnant pause.

“Oh, I see.” An uncomfortable pause finds itself back into your conversation as you both walk over to the Main House for lunch. “You missed it in flying by the way. I totally wiped out. Skidded three feet.”

“Really?” You ask with some disbelief.

“Oh yeah!” He lifts up the pant leg of his robe to reveal a small trail of road rash. “Pretty funny looking back on it to be honest even though the Starfish house kids made fun of me at the time.”

>”Never took you for the clumsy type.”
>”Well the Starfish kids should know better.”
>”Sounds like we could both use some tutoring then.”
>Other

>>27978313
>Sounds like we could both use some tutoring then.

Rolled 69

>>27978313
>”Well the Starfish kids should know better.”

>>27978313
>”Well the Starfish kids should know better.”
At least we haven't been mocked for our constant failures.

>>27978313
>>”Never took you for the clumsy type.”

>>27978313
>"Well tho Starfish kids should know better."

>>27978425
>>27978344
These two

"You still have nothing at me. It seems like everything i try my hand at i fail."

>>27978432
>>27978402
>>27978348
You suddenly feel a bit defensive for Todd. Though you have not known him long, he has always seemed like a kind boy who did not deserve ridicule for simply falling off a broom.

“Starfish house should know better. There is plenty they aren’t good at,” you are very quick to say to him.

“I guess,” Todd says with a small shrug. “It’s really not a big deal. They’ll forget about it tomorrow. People are usually too caught up in their own business to remember yours.”

You spend a few minutes in silence thinking about what Todd said while you finish the short walk to lunch.

The two of you reach Main House and lunch is fully underway.

>Eat with Todd/Angela
>Eat with Allen/Upperclassman
>Eat with Other

Rolled 69

>>27978579
>“They’ll forget about it tomorrow. People are usually too caught up in their own business to remember yours.”
Very subtle, Todd.

>Eat with Todd/Angela
(while occasionally giving longing looks at Allen)

>>27978579
Eat with Todd/Angela

>>27978579
>>Eat with Allen/Upperclassman
Again forwarding Allen for the object of our crush.

>>27978579
Time to make up with Sophia. Go eat with her, make up and start plotting how to get her back on a friendly way. She could teach us a lot. And we need all the help we can get

>>27978579
>Eat with Todd and Angela

>>27978243
At least we probably won't instinctively cast the cruciatus curse on someone this time around.

>>27978706
>Said right before we roll another 100

>>27978639
>>27978609
>>27978603
You think, briefly, that maybe you could go over and eat with Allen. Perhaps spending some time proving yourself ‘cool’ to the older students would be worthwhile. Maybe if he saw how mature you were for your age he would want to hang out with you outside of the forges sometime.

Your face flushes and you lose all your confidence. Sitting with Todd and Angela would be better anyways. This way you could solidify your plans for this evening. Things were hurried together this morning and it would be best to go over it one more time.

As soon as you sit down of course Angela tells you that she thought of a better idea.

“The last plan was way over thought. Too complicated!” She waves her hands dismissively. “This one is much better!”

She brings up a good point: the three of you could very easily slip out on your way to dinner. As long as you ate enough now you could still be satisfied for the rest of the evening. This seems like a good idea to you and Todd agrees. This way you wouldn’t have to worry about anyone seeing you or not being able to find one another. The three of you could stay out as late as you want and slip back into the dorms when you were done.

Soon lunch is over and history with Mr. Gonzales begins.

>Roll 1d100 to stay awake

>>27978706
Not yet...

Rolled 4

>>27978862
Zzzzzzzzz...

Rolled 72

>>27978862
Come on Crit Fail

>>27978893
We will never sleep again.

>>27978907
I'm fine with that.

Rolled 56

>>27978862
History is fun!

Rolled 8

>>27978862
And now some sleep

Rolled 36

>>27978862
I seriously question how you could make a subject as intrinsically interesting as magical history boring, but then again, American schools manage to do the same with real history, so...

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>>27978893
>>27978931
lol Sleep is for the weak.

>>27978972
It's not like it's unique to American schools.

I guess it's just all in the presentation?

>>27978972
>>27978931
>>27978893
Maybe our intelligence is pointed more at history than spell slinging. We can be magical historian?

>>27978999
So, good at politicking, tactics and legal maneuvering, but absolutely worthless in a fight?

>>27978999
I think it's more that we're forcing ourselves to stay awake so we can at least do SOMETHING right.

>>27978999
Sounds like a Squib job

>>27979036
Better to have a squib job than be a squib.

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>>27979031
Yeah. Time to be good at SOMETHING, at least!

>>27978999
Eh, it's not like we can't do the spells right on our second try.

I think we generally just get in our own way at the beginning?

>>27979052
But if the only job you can hold is a squib job you might as well be a squib yourself.

>>27979063
That reminds me, before dinner we should rush back to our dorm and get Snowball some food or something?

Kind of been neglecting the poor guy.

>>27978893
Once more you find the lecture highly interesting. This lesson is of time when Anne and Tituba spent many years traveling over the continent. Mostly learning magic from small clans of witches secluded in the wilderness or natives. During this time the two saw many hardships and violence directed towards young women who simply did not know that they were special and a community that feared what it did not know. Eventually Anne decided that it would be with in their best interest to go back where it all began and establish an institution to protect and educate young witches that otherwise would be left to their own devices.
Tituba at first rejected the idea of her loyal student. She didn’t believe that an established location would be safe at all for the witching kind. It most certainly could not be back in Salem, not when the community was already on alert for strange happenings like magic.
Anne was able to convince her teacher after only a year. Through more undocumented means they were able to find the island that they would soon build the school on and name in memory of the place that brought them together: Salem.
It would be after this that Tituba and Anne would seek out the notorious pirate and only male to attend the school before the Nazerian down fall. A man known as ‘The Black Storm’.
Mr. Gonzales decides to end the lesson a bit early today, concluding that if he were to start in with The Black Storm with this little of time left then he would be doing the house founder a disservice.

With that you, Angela, and Todd return to Eel house. The air around your small group is buzzing with excited energy about what will happen tonight.
-CONT-

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>>27979217
-THIS IS NOW SNOWBALL QUEST!-

-YOU ARE NOW SNOWBALL-
Your day had gone by effortlessly without your mistress. You spent most of the day curled up inside her pillow case, napping in the close warmth. Your mistress had come back for a small period of time in the evening with the strange blond girl that had an odd odor.

Closing your eyes in bliss she scratches your chin and feeds you a few chewy pellets of food. You wonder what she does all day that keeps her away from you but she usually comes back smelling of interesting places and things.

The blond girl plays with her rabbit, who you know as ‘Sir Ferdinand’ but you have heard him being called a word that sounds like ‘Cod-en’ by the girl.

Your two humans babble in their strange round-sounding language and then depart once more. Your eyes narrow as they depart. Where could they be going off to?

You curl up in a huff and start nibbling at your tail.

>Strike up a conversation with Sir Ferdinand
>Explore
>Try to break into Natalia’s luggage and steal more food pellets.

>>27979385
Explore

>>27979385
Conversation with Sir Ferdinand
Then
Explore Together

>>27979385
>Explore

>>27979385
Invite Sir Ferdinand to explore with us. Need a lookout.

>>27979503
And what better than a rabbit for a lookout? Seconding this!

>>27979407
>>27979413
>>27979426
>>27979503
>>27979513

Well, you could sit here trapped with all these other creatures or you could go have a bit of an adventure on your own. Your feet make a soft thumping sound as you jump off the bed and on to the floor. Sir Ferdinand turns from eyeing her hutch to address you specifically.

“And where are you wandering off to, Snow?” She says quite indignantly.

“To adventure!” You quip back at her. “Would your knighthood be honored to join me?”

Her parted lips smack a bit as she tastes the air. “I suppose I could be in the mood. As long as we don’t run into any hawks. I don’t like the looks they give us, even if they are well fed.”

You agree and the two of you trot into the area where the strange steps are. You smell more humans in a large room across the way and a room full of dampness in between the two sleeping areas.

Where do you go?
>Boy’s dorm
>Bathroom
>Down the stairs

>>27979625
The bathroom smells interesting

>>27979625
Boy's dorm. Let's see if there aren't any eligible members of the opposite sex and appropriate species there!

>>27979625
Down!

>>27979625
Down the stairs!

>>27979625
Boys dorm

Rolled 44

>>27979625
Down!

>>27979671
>>27979696
>>27979768

The two of you board the moving platform and go down to the floors below. The slow spiral movement makes you feel a bit sick to your stomach. You turn to Sir Ferdinand for support only to see that she is sitting pleasantly and enjoying the ride.

She notices your gaze. “What? Don’t tell me you are already regretting your impulsive actions?”

“Of course not!” You snap back like a whip. “I’m just not use to moving platforms such as this.”

The two of you travel down to the first floor.
>Try to find food. Natalia never feeds you quite as much as you’d like.
>Where does this hole lead?
>A whiff of smoke? Further down we go!
>Other

>>27979907
>Where does this hole lead?

>>27979907
>Where does this hole lead?
We are burrowing creatures.

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>>27979907
What the hell is this?!? A Hole?!! I LOVE THESE THINGS!!! Lets explore it.

>>27979907
Maybe we should be caref-THE HOOOOOOLLE!

>>27979927
>>27980031
>>27980035
>>27980161

It only takes a moment of observation to notice that there is quite a large hole on the wall near a very decorative arm chair.

“Hey! Look!” You mention as you motion your head towards the hole.

“Oh, Snow I don’t know.” Sir Ferdinand sighs. “It certainly doesn’t seem like a wise idea.”

“Ferdinand!” You say in a mocking tone. “I didn’t believe you were a coward.”

“Thinking before you act is not cowardly.” Her nose twitches in agitation.

“Listen, we’ll check it out for a little bit and then leave if it seems to dangerous.” You reason. “Okay?”

“Fine. Just make sure you’re quick about it. The humans are away for food time but they could be back any minute.”

You ease your head in and feel the slightly damp stones beneath your feet. There is a soft light at the end of the tunnel and you follow it. The air shifts in temperature and scent. Instead of the canned up air from the dorms you now smell something fresh.

When you reach the end you see that you are outside the dormitories and near the forest. The sun is setting over the horizon and the moon is rising on the other side. You notice two things though: to your left there is a strange light, but to your right is a very strange smell.

Where do you go?
>To the smell!
>To the weird light!

>>27979907
>>A whiff of smoke? Further down we go!
What is this smoke!? Could be trouble.

>>27980214
>To the smell!
THE SMELL OF ADVENTURE IS IN THE AIR

>>27980214
Light

>>27980214
>To the smell!

THE NOSE KNOWS.

>>27980214
> To the smell!
What could this be? Is it food? A DIFFERENT hole?

>>27980214
to the smell.

Can't eat light.

>>27980214
>>To the smell!
Report back to our compatriot first, though.

>>27980214
Seems like the smells have it is our sirrah rabbit with us still?

>>27980379
Probably was eaten by that snake over there.

>>27980243
>>27980266
>>27980288
>>27980296
>>27980300
This is something that your noble comrad-triate should know about. It wouldn’t be fair to explore something worthwhile and not give her the chance to join you.

“Sir Ferdinand!” You call into the hole and you can see her movement on the other side. “Come here! I found something!”

You can hear her moving through the tunnel grumbling about how you ‘better not have found trouble’. Soon she is out on the other side with you, ears perking up.

“It leads to the outside?” She asks, ears cocked.

“Yes but that’s not the point! Over there!” You exclaim towards the strange smell, now suddenly having the urge to roll in it. “Something smells weird! We need to go check it out.”

Sir Ferdinand sniffs at the air with some caution. “You’re right, there is something….interesting. Familiar... I just can’t put my finger on it\.” Her ears twitch in thought.

“Could be food!” you smack at the air. Food pellets are nice but some fresh food is always best. Your herbivorous colleague could not partake if it was the carcass of a rodent but maybe you could find some particularly crunchy grass to munch on.

The two of you head towards the smell.
-CONT-

SLEEP

>>27980458
"A half eaten sandwich? Score!"

>>27980458
As the day dwindled down into night the two of you make your way across the forest floor. Through puddles, over rocks, and under fallen logs. The smell grows stronger with every padding of your paws. A large rock separates you from what you suspect is the end of your search.

“Just over here! It’s so strong now,” you remark to your rabbit friend.

“It smells a little different now,” she comments as you quickly scamper up the rock. “Like...metal. Hey, be careful now!”

What you see causes your body to freeze. Sir Ferdinand calls up to you but you don’t respond. Starting to get frustrated, she hops up the steep incline.

“I said: what is-” But she is also caught short by the scene below.

A boy, older than your mistress by a couple years, lay sprawled on the ground like a marionette doll whose strings have been cut by a cruel puppeteer. Already fair skin has turned an inhuman shade of ghostly white making his chestnut hair look even darker in comparison. Thick dried rivers of red run from his nose, ears, and even tear ducts. His watery grey eyes now stare above him, fixated in a dazed look of horror at a scene long past.

“They’re not supposed to look that way, are they,” you state the obvious.

>>27980729
-NEXT TIME ON SALEM QUEST-
-Natalia and gang returns from Chickachaney hunting!
-Natalia notices Snowball seems unusually agitated!
-Natalia gives Snowball headscritches!
-Natalia awakes to find the faculty on alert!

All this and more, THIS WEDNESDAY ON:

-SALEM INSTITUTE QUEST-

Q&A starts now!

As always, any feedback is greatly appreciated!

>>27980810
When can we expect a shower scene

Archived: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/27976160/

>>27980888
Um. You're ten? So probably not for awhile.

>>27980810
The sudden shift to the familiar was a neat, unexpected move. Guess we'll have to wait til Wednesday to get to the forest with Natalia. Hopefully the Dice Gods will be more merciful.

>>27980888
This! But with a tweest: it's Snowball getting the scrubbin'.

>>27980810
Thanks for the run. Man, the dice were really socking it to us!

>>27980927
Thanks! This is definitely not the last time you'll be playing the ADVENTURES OF SNOWBALL AND SIR FERDINAND, for sure.

>>27980939
No kidding. Hopefully that'll make any victory won even sweeter.

Please don't drive yourself to burnout with several threads a week.

>>27981023
Don't worry. I'm trying to do 1-2 a week (and even then, 2 is a bonus). I honestly don't have the time to do more with my work schedule. There's usually always going to be one on Friday or Saturday, usually in the evening (in the US). I always give at least 24 hours notice, and post reminders in the QTG and on twitter.

Speaking of which: twitter.com/Salem_Institute if you want to follow updates/talk about the quest with me. I usually check it a few times a day.

>>27980986
What was the light?

>>27981159
Something equally intriguing.