Come come, ladies and gentlemen, lords and ladies; let us sit a while as I tell you a tale like none you have ever heard. Let me tell you of foul monsters, dastardly villains and beautiful women, and he who conquered them all. Let me tell you the tale of a man whose deeds were so legendary, few men know truth from legend. Let me tell you the tale, of a Witcher!

Yes, a Witcher! One of those grand old warriors that once roamed the land, slaying monsters and lifting curses as if such deeds were mere child’s play, one who as a child endured training the likes of which would cause grown men of our generation to fill their britches, one who through sorcery and alchemy threw away their humanity to gain the strength to fight on even terms with monsters and demons, one who passed through the legendary rite of the grasses, from which less than four of ten return.

Yet to compare this tale to that of any mere Witcher would be an insult to my art, and to my friend whose tale I have to tell. I still remember seeing him for the first time, as he strode through the centre of the small fishing town I called home, the carcass of some creature dragged behind him as evidence of his work. I remember marvelling at his strange cat-like eyes and white hair – I thought it strange that a man so young had hair whiter than my grandfather’s. But what truly interested me were those swords, the famous twin blades of a Witcher…

“A steel one for killing men, and a silver one for killing monsters.” I murmured to my playmate, who had also stopped to stare at the Witcher.

“They’re both for monsters,” the man said without stopping, though he did give me a sidelong glance, the glimmer of what may have been a smirk in his eyes, though his face betrayed no emotion.

Cont'd

>>32315935
Those simple words held with me for years to come, but I did not fully grasp their meaning for some time. But none can deny the truth of that statement? For sometimes men are the most terrible monsters of all. Indeed, this very tale concerns such a monster, a man whose heart was as black as night, and his soul even darker.

But I'm getting ahead of myself! Let me start from the beginning, of our tale, the tale of Garland the Witcher, the last true Witcher to graduate from the school of the…

>Bear
>Hawk
>Panther
>Serpent
>Hound
This choice will determine starting Talents and Attributes

>>32315979
>>Panther

>>32315979
>Hawk
Have to go with that bird of prey

>>32315979
Hound

We need a tiebreaker, or a roll off!

Rolled 3

>>32316032
>>32316047
>>32316052

Rolled 8

>>32316122
Adding my vote to Panther

I AM THE NIGHT

>>32315979
>>Bear

>>32315979
Panther.

Sorry for the slow update, had to sort out the skill tree, coming next post

Ah yes, the great Witcher school of the Panther, known for training Witchers who stalked the night like ghosts, slaying evil men and monsters before they even knew that he was there. My grandfather used to tell me tales of Master Elldrick, the head Witcher of the keep, who was said to have slain an entire coven of Vampires without even being spotted. But I’d wager Garland was just as crafty.

In any case our tale begins not four months after Garland’s trial of the Grasses, in his first spring as a true Witcher. Having only left Panther’s a month prior, Garland had with him only a few meagre possessions. Of course his graduation gifts were amongst them, a medallion bearing the face of a snarling panther, and his two swords of which I still remember with wonder.

There had been a number of contracts available for him to take, but Garland’s intuition and keen senses lead him to the job that would start him on a path like none other. He had come to the sleepy fishing town of Loredge on the western shore of Honoria, one of the four Northern Kingdoms of Middenvast. There had been reports of missing persons, over twenty four had simply vanished over the past month, it was decided some creature was to blame, hence they had called for a Witcher. Upon arriving at the town Garland headed straight for…

>The Tavern
>The Guardpost
>The Docks
>The Market

>>32316815
>The Guardpost
Let's see what the official reports say first

>>32316815
>>The Tavern

>>32316815
>The Guardpost

We do the job, then we drink ourselves silly.

>>32316815
Guard post. Let's see what concrete info they have so maybe we can riddle out what kind or monster were dealing with.

>>32316815
>The Guardpost
or
>The Market

we can get more rumors from market

>believing the official line

You guys are going to die quickly.

>>32316942
Hey, we have to start from somewhere. And if they've had witness statements from survivors they're likely to be (marginally) more accurate than second and third-hand rumours.

Also:
>known for training Witchers who stalked the night like ghosts, slaying evil men and monsters before they even knew that he was there.
Fuck yeah, Operators Operatin' up in here.

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>>32317062
Descriptions

>>32317084
Damn, man, you put some work into this.

>>32317062
>>32317084

Sweeet, so does the Panther schooling give us a head start on the Stealth branch or just a base bonus of some sort?

>>32317156
I would guess panther school got us training in footwork, tracking and stalking.

>>32317205
You are correct sir.

As well as some invisible bonuses to certain Attributes, I don't really want to show specific numbers though.

>>32316815
Garland knew that the best source of primary information would be the guard house, and so without any hesitation he made his way directly to the Garrison. Loredge being the small town it was, there was nothing grand about the place, t’was simply a large brick building attached to the side of the small wall that surrounded the town.

As he arrived Garland noted that the guardsmen seemed none too happy to see him, many of them gave him disdainful glances, others spat in the dirt as he passed. He may have even heard one of them mutter “Mutant” under his breath, but when he turned his cat-like gaze to the man, he was conveniently facing the other direction, staring at a particularly interesting practice dummy.

He ignored it, he was here for information, not pleasantry.

“Where is your captain?” he asked the nearest guard, who seemed more interested in picking his teeth than practicing his combat. It was no wonder people were going missing with men like these on the loose as ‘lawnmen’.

The man simply gestured to a door on the side of the garrison that read “Captain Klemens Barth” on a small wooden plaque. Nodding a simple thanks, Garland strode to the door and knocked thrice with a firm hand.

Cont'd

>>32317284
So how well can we use our signs without having invested in them?

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>>32317062
>>32317084
My dick is diamonds

>>32317313
There came a muffled grunt from behind the door, and something that sounded like a half muffled giggle and shriek – presumably from a woman, but I make no judgements on the preferences of others. It matters not, for Garland never saw the giggler, for when the door finally opened some moments later, the only face to greet him was the round, red, sweaty face of Guard Captain Barth.

At first the face looked angry, then shocked and then settled back into anger again. Surely he had expected one of his men, rather than the tall, silver-haired Witcher that stood before him. But Garland could tell by the look in the man’s face, that he knew why the Witcher was here.

“Ah, fucken ‘ell” the man grumbled “I told Lord Teslund I could ‘andle things. We don’t need no bloody Witcher in Loredge.” The man seemed to be talking to himself more than Garland, but still the Witcher replied.

“Well apparently you do.”

It looked as though Captain Barth was about to say something – perhaps something not quite friendly – but it seemed he thought better of it. “Right then, what the ‘ell you want? I’m a busy man Witcher.”

>???

>>32317321
Very poorly. Those that have been revealed can be attempted, but they are likely to fizzle. The skill being revealed is more knowledge of its existence rather than any practical skill.

>>32317442
>Tell me what you know about the disappearances

>>32317442
"Well for starters I'd need to know the circumstances surronding the vanishings. Fluids, remains, tracks, marks, time, day, weather. The more specific the better."

>>32317442
>"Information."

-Sightings
-Site of disappearances
-Connection between the victims, if any

Ask Captain Barth his opinion on the situation. He will undoubtedly be horribly wrong, but he'll be a little flattered that we (pretend to) give a damn about his thoughts. It'll likely lessen the chance of guard interference in our investigation.

>>32317495
>Fluids, remains, tracks, marks, time, day, weather.

Odds of the guard making note of any of those being 1/10.

>>32317534
You're rating these guys awfully high.

>>32317084
This is awesome
You wrote "Garland" instead of "Witcher" in the Ranger description

>>32317534
Eh you never know he might be the endangered species of competent man

>>32317495
This. And name and location of possible witnesses would be nice.

>>32317062
>>32317084
Well this seems a bit complex for a /tg/ quest, but you have my attention

>>32317479
>>32317495
>>32317501

>>32317442
“I need to know the circumstances of the disappearances; time, place, marks, tracks, anything of that sort.” Garland said, cutting straight to the chase.

Some of the flush had left the Captain’s face by this time, and with a quick glance behind him it seemed that he deemed his office “safe” for entry. He waved the Witcher in, closing the door behind him and moving to a place behind his desk. Garland could smell the musky perfume of sex, and beneath that the scent of alcohol filling the room like a cloud.

The round – but inarguably muscular – fellow dropped himself unceremoniously into his chair behind the desk, fuddled with some papers for a moment and then tossed them across the table to Garland.

“Twen’y-four missing, only three have turned up – all dead.” He began, pointing out the relevant reports. “Fourteen men, ten women, all aged not three summers short of nineteen. Most, if not all of them disappeared at night, most of them were reported near the brothels or docks before they went missing, but that’s ‘alf the damn town that goes ‘round those parts.” He said with a little smirk stretching his plump face.

“What about witnesses?” Garland queried.

“None, not any that’ll talk anyway.” Grumbled the Captain. “Meribelle, one-a-the ‘ores said she saw Ahlf – one of the missing boys – rowing off in ‘is rowboat one night, but she also claims she saw a bloody dragon in the ‘ills to the north, and there ain’t no dragons near Loredge.”

Garland took all this information in, as well as reading the papers before him – which were nothing but bloated reports with little more useful information. Using all this information he prepared his last few questions.

>???

>>32317837
Where did you find the three dead ones?
What were their bodies like?

>>32317837
Where can I find Meribelle? How far apart from each other were the disappearances?

>>32317837
>brothels or docks

Could be a siren

>>32317837
>all aged not three summers short of nineteen
It's probably not just random attacks then, it's a monster targeting teens

>>32317837
Ask him if one of the bodies hasnt been buried yet so we can investigate yourself, ask him what the bodies looked like, if he could judge a cause of death and where they were found.

>>32318031
Maybe, would girls be attracted to a siren though?
Also doesn't explain why all the victims are less than 20 years old

>>32317837
“I’m interested in the corpses, where did you find them? What state were they in?”

Barth gave the Witcher a quizzical glance before answering “The three we found dead were washed up by the tide, not half a mile south o’here. Two were found together, another washed up the next day. All bloated from the water they were, they had a few bites, but that’ll just be fish grabbing a nibble before they washed up. We burned’em, don’t want no drowned dead raising the panic any more than it already is.”

“What about this Merribelle girl?”

“Her? She’s alive.”

“I meant where can I find her.”

“Oh, right.” Suddenly the Guard Captain’s face was flushed lightly, turning his rosy cheeks a darker shade of pink. “She uh… you’ll be able to find her in a few hours, by nightfall she’ll be at the Red Lady’s establishment, right next to the Tavern near the waterfront. She works there most nights.” He said these words quickly, as if he were embarrassed at how well he knew the schedule of the whore. “Now unless you want to ask me what position you can fuck’er in, I’d like it if you got to work. It’s bad enough the Lord ‘ired you, I don’t want to have you meddlin’ in guard business any more than you ‘ave to.”

>Leave the garrison
>Ask more questions

>>32318158
>>Leave the garrison

Stay nearby since we'll be catching meribelle leaving his office shortly.

>>32318158
>Leave the garrison
Let's check out the docks before we meet with Merribelle

>>32318158
>Leave the garrison

I doubt anymore good will come from us staying here. I'm inclined to agree with >>32318031. Though I don't even know if sirens are a thing in the Witcher universe.

>>32318158
>>Leave the garrison
Lets get this show on the road.

>>32318198
I'd rather spend our time investigating the docks like >>32318238 suggested rather than wait or Meribelle and the Captain to finish up.

That and it might actually be a different whore he's with right now, the Captain could just have a weakness for them.

>>32318146
There's male and female sirens I doubt appearance matters much. It's the songs that get people in the trance

We probably need to find out if there are any islands nearby that can be reached by rowboat.

>>32318198
>Leave the garrison
>>32318238

Gathering up the papers and handing them back to Barth, Garland said not a single word before standing, nodding his thanks and farewell to the guard captain, then turning and exiting from the door through which he came. Though he could prove nothing, it was clear to him that the Captain had some affiliation with Merribelle. He suspected that she may well be the giggler he heard earlier.

And so he waited, expecting that she would emerge from the door – or perhaps a window – any minute. But when after fifteen minutes had passed with no showing of a busty show-girl, the Witcher decided it would be best to simply find her as the “Red Lady” that night.

Resolved to find the evidence that the Guardsmen must have missed, Garland of the Panther school headed towards the docks. He didn’t know what he was looking for yet, but he knew there must be something.


He arrived not five minutes later, scanning the small fishermen’s docks of Loredge with keen eyes. The town was set into a small bay, with the fishing boats sailing out to the ocean each day for their daily catch, which would then likely be sold off to local townspeople and smaller nearby villages. There were four bigger fishing boats, with a good number of smaller vessels as well. Most of them were out at this moment, as it was still noon of this spring day.

Scanning the horizon Garland could see a number of small rocky islands out towards the sea, one had a small stone tower upon which a fire would blaze at night he reckoned. Beyond this there was little of immediate interest, he needed to decide what to do from here.

>???

>>32318456
Question some fisherman and dockworkers about the vanishings and any major/strange events before they started

>>32318456
See if you can find someone to ask about that tower

>>32318264
Roll a d% to search the Witcher's knowledge of such a creature if you'd like.

Rolled 79

>>32318530

Rolled 66

>>32318530
d100?

>>32318456
Might want to put traps between the rocky islands once we know what to place.

Search for tracks along the beach/docks

Rolled 40

>>32318530
Knowing the things

Rolled 63

>>32318530
Rolling rules pls

Rolled 16

>>32318530
So were looking for something that hunts people below 20 or so, and from what the captain told us the bodies weren't particularly mangled

>>32318543
>>32318556
>>32318589
>>32318601
d100 roll under sorta system. Rolling against your intelligence in this case. I'd prefer to keep the numbers to a minimum and keep things to a narrative perspective, but if you guys think I'm being unfair I'll have to reveal them I suppose.

Knowing things is not the forte of the Panther school, that's more of a Hawk thing. Monster Lore can help with this though, as can some potions.

Unfortunately Garland knows nothing of such a creature, that isn't to say they don't exist, but he certainly doesn't remember them from his training.

>>32318456
Talk to anyone around see if they've noticed strange things at night

>>32318668
Just showing us our stats like int, str, and dex etc. at the start and end of a thread or during "Level Ups" would suffice.

>>32318668
Tracks. It might be amphibious

>>32318668
>"What foul manner of beast could do this?"
>"Fuck I don't know, I stab them and they die what more is there to it?"

Garland was particularly interested in the islands beyond the bay, having heard the information about the young man rowing out that way, he had a hunch that whatever was going on was happening out there somewhere, the drowned bodies were more proof of this.

Before he searched the shore for himself, he decided to ask the locals what they knew, with particular interest in the lighthouse tower. As he had suspected, most men knew less than the Guard Captain, and half of what he heard sounded more like unsubstantiated rumour more than anything else. But there was one he spoke to who he found rather interesting.

He was a young fisherman’s apprentice, roughly thirteen years of age, the signs of his manhood only just dusting his features as puberty began to take full effect upon him. When asked about the tower the boy gave the same answer as most men had, claiming it was lit on stormy or cloudy nights to stop passing ships from crashing into the rocks. But it was his reaction that was most interesting… the boy blushed while telling this tale.

>Question further
>Search the shore
>Go to meet Merribelle

>>32318668
Having an idea of our capabilities would be nice.

>>32318795
>Question further

>>32318795
>>Question further

This entire town is debauched.

>>32318668
You don't have to give us exact numbers if you don't want, but a general idea of what were good and bad at would be nice

>>32318795
>Question further

>{Questioning Intensifies}
Speak up boy stop mumbling

>>32318668
Best of 3?
>>32318721
I think Dandy would prefer not to have those visible to he players.

>>32318881
Nice kid, but got a mind like a steel trap full of mice.

>>32318796
Physique: 11
Finesse: 13
Perception: 12
Intelligence: 11
Willpower: 11

Vigor (used for Signs) = Physique+Willpower/2
Vigor = 11 - most signs cost 4-6 Vigor.

You roll under with a d100. The difficulty determines how much your stat is multiplied by. You guys just made an Intelligence check x5 [standard] if it were difficult it would be x4, easy it would be x6 etc.

>>32318881
Let's go with this.

There was clearly something more on the boy’s mind, and it was Garland’s aim to make him talk. Panthers were notorious for their skill with interrogation, but this boy was no hardened warrior, nor was he a demon born to lying. It took only a stern, questioning stare to crack the boy, though I must say, under Garland’s gaze any normal man might have done the same.

“I-I-I…” the boy stammered, paused, seemed to find the words and continued “I-I heard that some of the older boys, they take girls out in their boats to the light ‘ouse… and… well I don’t really know. My brother Ahlf used ‘ta say they fiddled with ‘em, y’know… like what y’do with them girls at the brothel.”

And there it was, the lighthouse was nothing more than an out of the way little make-out point. For all the young girls and boys that didn’t want their fathers catching them. Fair enough, but what did it have to do with the disappearances?

>What now?

>>32319063
Might as well go check out what Merribelle has to say at the Tavern then

>>32319063
What's the time?
I say we wait for Meribelle

>>32319063
A teenage makeout point, all the missing are in their teens. One of the washed up corpses came as a pair.

I'm willing to bet that something is stalking the lighthouse and preying on the couples that come there for makeout-times. The irony of the horror-movie love/death scene is not lost on me.

>>32319118
>>32319095
Approximately three o'clock in the afternoon. You have five hours to kill.

>Search the shore
>Go to the Tavern
>Meditate.

>>32319146
>Search the shore
Might as well

>>32319141
This is actually a good point

>>32319146
>Search the shore

We could potentially find tracks {Highly Doubt it}
Or a coven or cave by the shore

>>32319146
>Search the shore

>>32319146
>Search the shore
Especially the lighthouse

>>32319247
Lighthouse is on an island, hence the boat trips.

>>32319141
Going with this logic we'd probably have to buy a whore for some teen then do what panthers do best at the lighthouse

Barth had mentioned that the three corpses had been found south of town along the gravelly shoreline. With little more to go on for now, the Witcher set upon searching the shoreline for some useful clues. He hoped mostly for tracks, or perhaps even a new, fresh corpse to examine – having lost that luxury thanks to Barth’s overly cautious behaviour – but his hopes were not high. Therefore you can imagine his surprise when he found something that was perhaps, better than either possibility.

He trekked over a mile down the shore, examining all that there was to see. Amongst the driftwood and weeds he picked, hoping to find a scrap of evidence so that he would at least know what it was he was hunting, but alas there was nothing.

That is, until he had reached a small inlet where the tides conjoined, filling a shallow pool with water. Here where filth grew in the relatively still water, he found a creature. It hadn’t noticed him just yet, his light steps had made sure of that.

>Roll d100 to identify creature
>Also what is your course of action if any at this stage?

>>32319336
Or head there ourselves and camp out till another couple comes through, spares us the trouble and expense of hiring a whore.

Rolled 10

>>32319369

>>32319272
Wait, you mean teenagers are taking out boats in the middle of the night just to make out/fuck?
They deserve it, then.

Rolled 28

>>32319369
Kill that shit

Rolled 75

>>32319369
>Rolling for knowledge
>Crouch and approach with sword drawn

>>32319369
I think course of action is just to stay out of sight for the moment until we figure out what we're facing.

>>32319387
>They deserve it, then.

That's a little harsh, mate.

>>32319369
>Also what is your course of action if any at this stage?
I vote Stalk and Observe it might not be alone

>>32319369
Just observe for now.

>>32319369
Let's watch it and make sure it's alone, if it is let's murder it

Rolled 78

>>32319447
Sorry

>>32319447
A little higher anon

Just so everybody is aware, events like this, and even the boy blushing aren’t all set. I’ve been rolling a percentage chance for these things to happen, so far you guys have just been lucky to get information AND a beastie

Garland gazed upon the creature, easily identifying it once it turn to snatch at a small bird that ventured to close to its hunched form. Its skin was a sickly pale colour, its eyes were white and lifeless, and from its body oozed mud and filth as though it produced it. Though it had a humanoid form, and wore shreds of clothes, it was no human – not anymore anyway.

This was a Drowner – the result of sin continuing to live on even after a man has drowned. These devilish beasts often come ashore to grab and drag others under the sea or into rivers. Those who sinned in life, continue to do so in death – a monster is always a monster.

Garland drew his silver blade, for this un-living creature was certainly supernatural. His training allowed him to draw it silently, and approach without a single sound, even on the gravelly surface of the shore upon which he trod. He did not mean to attack, not until he was sure that it was the only one around. He scanned the area (Rolled 78) but saw nothing but the sea birds and the Drowner before him.

>If you mean to attack d100 against Finesse (or Physique if you’d prefer for some odd reason)
>Alternatively, give me some options.

Rolled 29

>>32319595
>>If you mean to attack d100 against Finesse (or Physique if you’d prefer for some odd reason)
There's probably more but let's at least kill this one

Rolled 3

>>32319595
Don't drowners normally come in packs?

Still, they're unlikely to be the cause of the disappearances since those bodies were mostly uneaten.

I say attack it.

>>32319595
hey Dandy are you doing best of three?

Rolled 43

>>32319595
Attacku

Rolled 14

>>32319595
>Stealth-Kill Go
I'm going in for the kill, I'm doing it for the thrill

>>32319595
>Drowner
>Flashblacks of Neckers and Drowner packs on nightmare difficulty
>{Sweating Intensifies}

>>32319679
We really need to learn aard

>>32319660
Is it best of three most people do?

I was told average of three, and in this case there was only one perception roll.

Would people prefer best of three then?

>>32319679
I'm only just doing a Dark run myself, I can't imagine Nightmare. Never ever.

>>32319694
Or in this case: Aer

>>32319718
The dice thing is up to you. Average of 3 is going to hover at 50, with a bell curve leading to more stable results.

Best of 3 kicks up the average dramatically, where the 50% point is something like 70.

>>32319718
I'd kinda prefer best of three
This quest is making me want to play witcher 2 again

>>32319771
>>32319760
We'll go with best of three for now, and I do go with degrees of success most of the time.

>>32319679
>Easy : Aww look at da little baby
>Normal : New guy huh? Come on I'll show you around
>Hard : Oh you're a tough one ain't ya?
>Dark : DOOOOODDDGGGGEEE
>Insane : Captain setting butt tape to maximum.

>>32319816
Garland dashed forward, his silver sword a blur in his hands. With each step he barely allowed his boots to touch the surface of the ground. He was a bolt of lightning, a force of nature cloaked silence.

(Rolled 3)

The beast never stood a chance, with a single terrifyingly quick swing of his silver longsword the Drowner fell in a heap to the grimy floor of the tide-pool, its head shortly joining it in the depths with a large “sploosh” noise. Wary that there may be more of these creatures hanging about, the Witcher kept his sword in hand as he kicked the creature over so that it lay on its back.

It was certainly a fresh one, for its clothes from its previous life were still partially in-tact. He saw it wore the clothes of a sailor, and no simple one at that. The clothes the Drowner still wore were of decent quality, and bore an insignia of a golden anchor upon the left breast.

>>32319937
No more Drowners in sight
>Wat do?

>>32320025
Let's take that insignia from his shirt and look around for anything, if not then we might as well head to the tavern now

>>32320025
Search the body. I have a feeling it's one of the missing people, and it might have something to identify it in a pocket.

>>32320025
Take the insignia, have it identified.

Check the drowner for what drowned him, then dispose of it unless were using it for bait at the lightjouse

>>32320025
Loot the Drowner and search the immediate area

>>32320109
Insignia’s such as this usually belonged to a company of some sort, Garland knew this well and decided that it might help him identify the… man that this creature once was. He cleaned his blade as best he could before sheathing it, as there seemed to be no danger here any longer. That done he knelt in the scummy water, took a knife from his belt and cut the leather insignia from the tattered jacket.

He placed this in his small carrying bag, and set about searching the rest of the body for evidence of the creature’s identity. There was very little left for him to find, there was some shredded papers which had melted in the sea whenever the man had drowned, a small silver pocketwatch that no longer worked, and a few gold pieces that Garland happily pocketed.

It was not much, but what he had found would serve him better than he knew in the future.

This done there was little more left for him to do except head back to town… and yet…

Something called to him then, and he decided that it was necessary for him to keep searching. Call it what you will, fate, luck, intuition – it does not matter. What does matter is that Garland continued to search, and in doing so fell upon some more evidence – literally.

As he pulled himself from the pool of salty sludge, he found his boot caught in a tangle of seaweed that put up more of a fight than the Drowner had. He tugged himself free with little effort, but in doing so staggered towards a jumble of weeds and driftwood. It was but a small stumble, but just enough for him to notice a fat pink foot poking from beneath the mangled pile… a human foot.

>>32320254
Can we get some intelligence and perceptions up in here?

Rolled 79

>>32320298
Sure

Rolled 92

>>32320298
this is /tg/. both qualities are a bit rare in these parts

Rolled 64

>>32320325
>>32320348
Incredibly rare it seems

Rolled 29

>>32320298
Rollan

Rolled 5

>>32320298
Fuck captcha

Garland pushed the pile aside, noting that it was far too convenient to have been done by the tides alone as he did so. Clearly something was amiss here, he could feel it now, there was more than a single wandering Drowner involved.

But that would have to wait until later, he was primarily interested in the body at the moment. Said body had just become visible as he finished musing on this subject, with the wood and weed parted to reveal the dead woman who lay beneath. She had been a plump girl, even before the sea water had bloated her corpse as it had. She was face down and naked, save for a single hide shoe that still clung to her foot, her bloated flesh pouring over the confining edges of it in puffy lumps.

Gently he turned her over with the toe of his boot, only to find the front of her was just as unappealing as her rear. Her pale flesh had swollen worst here, with her belly full of sea water and her bare breasts lolling to either side. He gazed long enough only to determine what Barth had said to be true, before turning his gaze from her.

There were no visible marks that he could see, though her neck seemed to be broken perhaps from a fall of some sort. The only other marks upon her were bruises and small bites, presumably as Barth said; from hungry fish or carrion birds.

He had found all he would find here.

>Tavern
>Brothel

>>32320515
>>Brothel
Lets go talk with the witness

Rolled 61

>>32320515
>Brothel

>>32320515
>Tavern
Let's go talk to the whore

>>32320515
>Brothel

The brothel was his next stop, he had but a single witness – storytelling whore or not.

By the time he had arrived, so had night, falling over the town like a blanket of shadows. Guards patrolled the districts, lighting torches as they went. But Garland’s destination had the most interesting lights of all… red lights.

Now as a humble travelling bard, I cannot vouch for the quality of every brothel in the land, but I can vouch at least for a few. And I will tell you, Loredge had one of the best in the land… if you’re hoping for a sleazy night with a chubby girl with decent tits, fat arse and a voice like a sow that is.

There were a few girls at work already, though sun had only barely disappeared beneath the sea line. One Garland saw with a touch of surprise was managing to entertain two men at once with her deft hands, all while smoking a pipe of tobacco.

He stood there only a moment before he was approached by a woman in a red dress, clearly the “Red Lady” for which the establishment was named.

“Well well what ‘ave we ‘ere? A Witcher?”

“Is that a problem?” Garland asked, noticing the scrunched faces some women gave him as they passed. He was used to these looks by now, but was surprised even whores would shoot them his way.

“Not t’all boy, but I’ll have to charge extra, most me girls don’t want any mutant seed in’em.”

“Actually I’m here for business, not pleasure. I’d like to see Merribelle.”

“Aye, Barth said you’d be comin’” the women sighed, obviously saddened that she wouldn’t get to add her ‘Witcher surcharge’ this night… at least not yet. She lead her to a woman who sat with one leg crossed over the other as she sat upon a wooden bench. She held a drink of low quality brandy in one hand and a rolled tobacco cigarette in the other.

“You da feller who been askin’ bout the missin’ folks?”

>???

>>32320753
Yes. I'd like you to tell me what you saw.

Rolled 34

>>32320753
>Actually I’m here for business, not pleasure
But their business IS pleasure!

"Barth told me you've seen something related to the disappearances. Tell me what you saw."

“Barth told me you’ve seen something related to the disappearances, tell me what you saw.” The Witcher said simply as he took a seat beside her. He noticed her gaze drop to his crotch for a moment, perhaps out of simple instinct, before trailing back up to his face before she continued.

“I’ll tell you exactly what I told Barth. I saw me one of them fisher’s boys – Ahlf, the one whose always sniffin’ around ‘ere for a cheap blow ‘cause ‘is pa runs the tavern, and we rent the brothel from ‘im – it was ‘im I seen rowin’ out his boat. ‘ad this weird look on ‘is face, like men gets when you just fucked ‘im real good. All happy and sleepy like.” She took this opportunity to take a long drag on her steadily burning smoke “’nyway that was ‘pparently the last anybody ever saw of the boy.”

>???

>>32320922
Did you see which direction he was rowing?

I would guess we’re running low on players now, so we might come to a close soon.

“Did you see which direction he was going?” Garland asked, trying to not show that he truly needed this information. And yet something must have shown on his face, or perhaps the woman was simply too spry to care either way, in any case her reply was less than what he was hoping for.

“How much is that worth to ya Witcher? I could be workin’ right now, I’ll be missing out on a fair few crowns for yer chatter.”

To be honest the Witcher did not have much coin on his person, a hundred gold, plus the few coins he had found on the Drowner. Definitely enough in there to pay off a whore with some to spare, but he would like to keep as much gold on hand as he could.

>Pay the whore
>Attempt to convince her [1d100]
>Intimidate that whore

Rolled 100

>>32321084
>Attempt to convince her [1d100]
May as well give it the college try.

>>32321108
Of course I get a 100 in a roll under thread. Where else would I get it?

>>32321084
Fuck it just pay her.

>>32321084
>>Pay the whore

>>32321084
pay the whore we dont the hex sign

Rolled 23

>>32321084
Roll to convince

“Look here whore,” Garland began in a gruff voice, “I need this information to save lives, I don’t have the time to deal with your games.”

“Ha!” Merribelle cawed loudly, nearly spilling her brandy as she stifled her giggle – one that sounded eerily familiar. “Looky ‘ere Witcha, you NEED me. So either you cough up say… forty gold pieces – half my normal fee for a fuck – and I’ll tell you what you need to know.”

And though it pains me to tell the tale this way, it is my Bardly honour that compels me to tell the truth. On this day, early in the Witcher’s journey he had to concede to the whore, coughing up the forty pieces that she so desired. He dropped each coin into her cigarette carrying hand, as her eyes grew greedy at the steady clinking of the mass of coin.

“Thank you sir, may you come again.” She cooed with pleasure dripping from her lips like a snake’s venom. “He was rowin’ out towards the light’ouse, but I don’t think he was going TO the light’ouse, he weren’t going straight for it if he were. Nay, I’d say he’d be heading to the rocky island ‘side it, no idea why he’d be doin’ that though.” As she said this she tucked the coins away in a concealed purse beneath her silken skirt. “Will that be all Witcha?”

>>32321285
We can rob her later right? Yes, I'm that petty.

>>32321345
You're the motherfucking White Panther, you can do whatever you want. Though you're not exactly high level yet

How are we looking for players? Is it time to wrap up?

>>32321489
I'm still around, but i think a lot have gone to sleep

>>32321489
to be fair i think some people thought that might be a multi part post since it didnt end with green text like the rest

>>32321489
Im here. Just got here and finished reading through.
telling it from the Bards POV is interesting but do you intend to run the entire quest like that.

>>32321285
Also as what to do head to the lighthouse island and look for clues then head to the other island after.

>>32321534
True, true.

But I think I'm good after almost five hours. At least for a first thread. Though feedback is definitely welcome.

Rolled 38

>>32321489
I'm still good to go, but 4chan is acting up on me, so it takes a while for posts to get through

Garland was less than happy with this result, but this was the price he had to pay. He had learned plenty in his first day of investigations; he knew that there were twenty-four missing – presumed dead – individuals, ten women, fourteen male. Three had been found on the shore drowned, one he had found himself, one who had been buried purposely beneath driftwood and seaweed. There was a Drowner he had found also, this one had a gold anchor insignia which he now carried. There was something suspicious about the light house too, and perhaps the islands surrounding it.

There was still much left unanswered, but he would get to the bottom of this mystery – and much more before he ended up leaving Loredge. But now it was time for him to relax, it had been a long journey and there would be more investigations tomorrow. With a grunt as a goodbye to the greedy pig-whore, the Witcher stood from his place beside her, and strode directly out the door. I don’t know if he ever had a desire to plough any one of those women, but any desire had left him by this point, and I can understand being turned off by a greedy whore!

Instead he headed for the tavern, little did he know he was about to meet an important acquaintance amongst the many night drinkers… but that shall have to wait until I next take up my tale!

Thanks for participating guys, sorry to the anon who just got here. But I have to leave it here so I can go eat, and this seems like a decent place to leave it. I have my twitter for announcements, but I'm planning to run again in two days (Monday for me, Sunday for most I think) Feel free to give me some feedback

>>32321694
Thanks for running

>>32321620
It was good. I was hesitant at how you said it was going to be narrated at the beginning of the thread but I'm liking it. I enjoy the dialogue in that it makes me loathe villagers in a way that only the Witcher games have made me.

>>32321694
Thanks for running. It was a good read.

>>32321755
That was the intention, also I can drop stupid lines that the bard would tell. I was basically inspired by the Dandelion Quest log and how he often embellished the truth.

>>32321736
>>32321777
Thanks for playing, it was a blast, good first thread I'd say

>>32321844
Nah I liked reading the quest log a lot from the game, I'm reading all your posts in his voice. This is also the perfect forum for our character to make some money on dice! Though maybe adjust the rolls for less decisions so the game goes faster.

>>32321694
Late anon here.
definitely plan on picking this up as one of the quests I count the minutes waiting for them to start
Might have to actually finish my playthrough of The Witcher now

>>32322443
Finishing The Witcher is a tough job

Witcher 2 is a different story

>>32322070
Maybe just one roll from me as the opponent, one roll from an anon for their dice hand?

>>32322823
>Maybe just one roll from me as the opponent, one roll from an anon for their dice hand?
opposed rolls and the like are terrible in quests, even worse when you get anons playing them out amongst themselves

terrible idea

This turned out better than i expected. Good job.

Personally i don't like to see rolls and such in the post though. This is especially true when it is suppose to be someone telling a story. I'd prefer if you used the rolls but not right them into the story.

>>32322823
Don't dabble too much on the dice. Just have anons roll d100 or whatever you like. You can do the rest in the background and it can be as simple or complicated as you like.

Can anyone confirm what Dandys twitter is?

>>32323143
Yeah, I don't think I liked it either. I gave it a shot and didn't find it favourable.

>>32322924
>>32323170
I was just thinking if we did a dice poker game players could roll 5d6 for the six sided dice that are used in the game. But it would get a bit complicated

>>32323247
@dandylionqm works

>>32323415
Thanks, was looking for @DandyLion, but what was pulled up clearly wasn't the right one.

>>32323442
Yeah some fucker stole it from me. Who the fuck wants to be known as Dandy Lion? I just took it because it's a play on Dandelion

>>32323537
>Not making your twitter before you make your quest
Step it up sampie

>>32323594
But I did, knee summer

>>32315875

OP, I'm genuinely curious: are you polish?

>>32324219
I am not

I am Dutch, from New Zealand

>>32324338

Noice.

Good luck with your Quest m8.

>>32324338
Sorry I couldn't stick around, looking forward to the next quest.