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I will be using a (very)loose Pathfinder system for this, and rolls will be decided by best of three. Crits and crit fails WILL be stacked, or be cancelled out (1st roll crits, second roll crit fails. They'll cancel each other out and the third roll will be taken instead.)

You have been possessed! It is also very unpleasant that you have to share a body for two, and the both of you may or may not like each other.

Moving on. You have managed to (barely) escape from some sort of crazy cultist meet and greet, and like all good cultists. They decided to finish the night off with a good ol' sacrifice; which involved you, sadly.

The cultist screwed up the ritual despite being "professionals", and instead of getting devoured by their patron demon it decided that possessing your body was a better idea!

But before we move on to the fun stuff. Who are you?

>Name:
>Gender:
>Before Possession:

>The Head Butler: You were the Head of all the maids and lesser butlers of a prestigious household. You inherited the Head from your Father, and have been running a tight ship ever since. Until you accidentally walked in on your masters having a blasphemous orgy, and they decided you'll be tonight's sacrifice. At least you managed to solve the case where all the missing persons (and maids) have gone.

>Thief: You believed you were sneakiest bugger in world, and you thought it be a great idea to rob the richest man in town on this fateful night.

>Beginner Adventurer: Being raised by a bunch of peasants was beneath a man(or woman!) like yourself. No, You were destined for greatness! A dam shame, you thought that investigating the disappearances of this town would be a great start for your career.

>You have better humble beginnings than what I have written down? Then by all means write it!
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>>32328639
>>Name: Slab Bulkhead
>>Gender: Male

>>You have better humble beginnings than what I have written down? Then by all means write it!
Hulking, dumb mercenary. Good at what he does but very thick.
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Male
Bender
Theif
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>>32328639
Eric Smith
Male
Beginner Adventurer
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Will be writing in 15 minutes!
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>>32328639
male
Adventurer

I wouldn't mind playing thief but we all know that /tg/ cannot play that kind of archetype to save their lives.
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>>32328987
>>32329168
>2 votes for Adventurer, and since Eric Smith is the only name I'll be going for that.
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Eric Smith was the name and adventuring was your game! Or at least... was your game.

A simple investigation they said. No harm will be done they said. There'll be no cultist they said.

Yea, well, how'd you like to explain to the town guard how you're currently sprinting through the town streets making holes EVERYWHERE, screaming something in an unknown dialect, all this happening while you were ON FIRE? (Demonic possession does that, sometimes).

Somehow, someway, you managed to wrestle control from the demon, and found out that you ran some twenty miles from the town and now near the village of Kretton. You know that place because you traveled through there to get to the main town during your now botched investigation.

There is a tavern there with a kind old man known simply as: Bart. Stingy bastard, but he'll help you out... hopefully.

You check your gear which the demon was kind enough to grab during the chaos.

>Your trusty iron sword and wooden shield
>Leather armor that you were still wearing during the failed sacrifice.
>Your backpack that comes with a map of the area, bedroll, flint and steel, torch, a half-full waterskin, enough rations for at least 5 days if you don't splurge, and 2 gold pieces.

Heaving a sigh of relief you place your sword, shield, and pack on your hip, left arm, and back respectively.

Looking upward you see the moon glowing in its full splendor tonight through the tree canopy. Beams of moonlight kindly light your way so it'll be difficult to try and get lost (unless you want to be).

A burning sensation is felt in your chest, and you nearly double over in pain. It seems that whatever demon that decided to possess you has now ended its warpath, and now wishes to know you, and you to know it.

>Siren: Demons of Sloth. Lazy buggers that sing songs to the weak-willed to draw them in and steal their souls.
>Succubus: Demons of Lust. Beautiful, tantalizing, seductive, and dangerous. They have a variety of tactics to seduce their prey.
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>>32329744
>>Succubus: Demons of Lust. Beautiful, tantalizing, seductive, and dangerous. They have a variety of tactics to seduce their prey.
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>>32329744
>only two options

>One fetish-bait shit
>Other sucks

Voting for Siren anyway. Though I'm sure that will not win.
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>>32329744
>>32329880
will be continued. Sorry.
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>>32329899
>dividing choices in two posts when they can fit into one separate post.

Rookie mistake I guess. Never do it. People will vote for the first part even if you say that more will come and it will become a clusterfuck.
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>>32329744
Continued
>Hell Hound: Demons of Wrath. Aggressive, fast, brutal. They prefer to solve problems by tearing apart anything that gets in their (or yours) way.
>Wraith: Demons of Envy. Cold, calculating, and terrifyingly cunning. They want what others have. Particularly their lives.
>Kimiho: Demons of Gluttony. A strange, foreign creature. It devours the souls of its prey through the consumption of their flesh.
>Vampire: Demons of Pride. Belief that they're superior to all other demon-kin, and believe that it is a great honor to be fed on by one.
>Dragon: Demons of Greed. Creatures that take what they wish, and hoard it great treasure holds. They have great love towards anything particularly shiny.

>>32329962
Ah, sorry then. First time doing this.
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>>32329744
Please, please, please. No more fetish bait.

Anything but succubus, it shouldn't have even been an option.
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>>32329997
>I new I should have changed the name.
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>>32329982
Let's do wraith.

Kimiho as a secondary.
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>>32329982
>>Wraith: Demons of Envy. Cold, calculating, and terrifyingly cunning. They want what others have. Particularly their lives.
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>>32329982
>Kimiho
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>>32329982
Gluttony
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>>32329982
>>Wraith: Demons of Envy. Cold, calculating, and terrifyingly cunning. They want what others have. Particularly their lives.
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>>32329982
>Kimiho: Demons of Gluttony. A strange, foreign creature. It devours the souls of its prey through the consumption of their flesh.
Foreign demon? Interesting.
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closing poll in 5
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Rolled 1

>>32329845
Succubus
>>32329880
Siren
>>32330024
>>32330043
>>32330143
Wraith
>>32330085
>>32330095
>>32330223
Kimiho

3 for Gluttony, three for Envy.

Rolling
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>>32329982
>Wraith: Demons of Envy. Cold, calculating, and terrifyingly cunning. They want what others have. Particularly their lives.
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>>32330384
So wait what won?
I just got here.
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>>32330438
Presumably wraith.
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>>32330462
>>32330438
wraith won
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>>32330462
Hopefully,since i'm not a big fan of cannibals.
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Cold... you feel cold... oh, sososososososo cold!

Cold is something you're used to. Huddling around a dying fire with your family during the winter nights was not an uncommon family event, or for anyone else for that matter.

The grass begins to stiffen, patches of frost begin to form around your pained body. Beginning to reach several feet and riding up the trunks of nearby trees.

There is something wrong with this cold feeling though. You can feel it permeate inside of you, it feels so wrong...

Yet it feels so right.

From the frost a wispy smoke is produced and it floats around lazily. Spreading it's freezing mist beyond the frozen circle. Anything caught in the fog is soon crystallized with ice and soon shatters.

After a few minutes of watching its lazy dance, the mist stops moving about a closes in around you. Bracing yourself for a cold touch, you're surprised to not feel anything from the mist. You could even call it disturbingly comforting.

"Well, well, well." A quiet but not weak voice is heard. "I never expected to get a host so soon. I guess you'll do for now." You can hear its voice echo in your head.

>Ignore the voice, ignore everything. Just get to the village. This is all a bad dream, and you just need to be smashed to forget about it.
>"W-what are you?"
>"Well this is... interesting."
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>>32330710
>>Ignore the voice, ignore everything. Just get to the village. This is all a bad dream, and you just need to be smashed to forget about it.
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>>32330710
>>Ignore the voice, ignore everything. Just get to the village. This is all a bad dream, and you just need to be smashed to forget about it.
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>>32330710
>>"W-what are you?"

Nigga, you just heard a voice in your head. Sort that sit asap.
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>>32330710
>"W-what are you?"
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Rolled 1

>>32330736
>>32330888
Getting smashed

>>32330962
>>32331111
Ask the obvious question

Rolling. One is getting smashed and 2 is question.
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Nope, you're having none of this tonight. This is all just a bad dream, you're tired enough as it is and this is most likely a mirage.

"This isn't a mirage." The mist chuckles.

"Shut up. You're not real." You grumble and attempt to stand much to your body's chagrin.

"I am real."

"No you're not." Finally you bring the will to force the first step. Despite living for some twenty plus years. Your body now feels tainted, foreign, it's like this was never meant to be your body. "This is all just a bad dream, and I just need to get smashed and I'll wake up back in my tavern bed in Kreeva with that cute red-haired wench by my side." You take several more strained steps down an open path which your dam sure leads to Kretton.

"Are you sure to strain your ailing body and mind more with denial?" The mist follows you, leaving a frozen trail wherever it goes. "You should just accept things as they are and listen to me."

You say nothing and ignore the mist and frost that has begun to creep up your back.

"...Very well then..."

>roll1d20
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Rolled 19

>>32331798
Uh oh.
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Rolled 3

>>32331964
Huh. Well that went okay.
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Rolled 4

>>32331798
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Frost begins to form around your legs in an obvious effort to slow you down.

"Haha, nope!" You break through the ice effortlessly. You can't be stopped by what can't be real after all!

"What?" The mist sounds stunned. "How's this possible?"

"Can't be stopped by what can't be real!" You wheeze out a laugh as you break through another icy barrier.

The mist tries, and tries again to slow you down, but fails utterly. "How can this be? Have I already become this weak?" It moans.

You whistle out a broken tune and march into the village of Kretton. The mist seems to stop as you step through the wooden archway and walk down the muddy path leading to the "Screaming Gossamer". A terribly named tavern owned by an equally terrible person: Bart.

Casually you kick open the tavern door revealing the warm insides before a cold wind suddenly blows in, snuffing the cozy fire and candles.

Groans are heard around the room as the chill sets in a multiple loud complaints are spoken by the drunken visitors.

"SHUT THE HELL UP YAH PANSIES." A booming voice is heard and a candle is lit at the counter. "I am older than all you shits combined and you don't hear me complaining about the cold!" The delicate flame reveals the tough scarred face of Bart. Grey skinned, scarred, well muscled, eyepatch over his right eye, and pointy eared. He's an Elf who served in some campaign 300 years ago before settling down in this no name village and has been maintaining this tavern ever since.

"Hey Bart!" You yell over the din of his swears. "I'll give a gold piece for as many tankards of your strongest drink!"

"Eric?" He raises an eyebrow. "The fuck are you doing here at night? And Bertha get that dam fire going!" He turns his head and yells at someone in the dark and a loud "I'm trying!" is heard.

You laugh, keeping your mad smile. "That is none of your business dream Bart! So give me all of your beer!" You take wide strides to ward the counter and slap a gold coin on it.

>continued
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>>32333132
Bart seems like an okay guy.
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>>32333132
Bart looks at you as if you have lost your mind, but still takes the coin and replaces it with a tankard filled with the desire to knock you out.

You take the beverage gratefully and down it in a matter of minutes. Slamming down the empty tankard you demand another one.

"Are you sure you should be drinking that much boy?" He looks at you somewhat concerned. "I don't mind people buying my stock, but you should at least wait a decade or three before drinking that fast."

"Nope!" You wipe the excess liquid from your lips with your sleeve. "Another!"

Bart pours another while yelling at Bertha to get that fire going. His yelling is returned with a continuous string of profanities from her. "Now boy," He returns his attention to you. "Why are you here? Last I remember you were boasting about finishing an investigation in Kreeva a week ago, but now you are here."

>"I will sleep now!"
>"What are you talking about? This is just a dream and all this Demon mumbo jumbo will be gone when I pass out."
>"Shh... dreams can't talk..."
>Custom
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Rolled 18

>>32333585
>"What are you talking about? This is just a dream and all this Demon mumbo jumbo will be gone when I pass out."
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>>32333585
"Shh... dreams can't talk. Now give me your demon dream ale dream Bart."
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>>32333585
>>"Shh... dreams can't talk..."
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Rolled 76

>>32333585
>Shh... dreams can't talk..."
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>>32333585
>>"Shh... dreams can't talk..."
>>"...and give me all of your ale, this is a dream, I shouldn't have to pay."
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>>32333666
This.
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"Shh... dreams can't talk." You place a finger to Barts lips and down the second tankard with your other hand. "And give me all of your ale, this is a dream, I shouldn't have to pay."

"This isn't a dream boy." He stutters and pushes your invading finger. "Now what the 'ell happened or do I have to beat it out of you?"

You laugh again at the not-real elf. "The fug you talkshin about?" You slur, this dreams ale is really strong! "Thish ish a dreamsh so I don't need to say anythisgh."

"I should not have given him the strong stuff." Bart grumbles.

"You did good, dream Bart." You giggle like a child and lean back only to fall off your stool.

Bart swears and walks around the counter to help you up. "Dammit boy..." When he leans over to examine you he finds your out like a light.

"Ah!" A happy yell is heard, and a flame begins to come to life in the fireplace. "I got it finally! Hopefully this gets rid of that damnable chill." A series of agreements are heard from the shivering patrons.

"Yes..." Bart whispers, rubbing his chin. "Quite the chill indeed..." He turns to the portly woman. "Bertha?"

"Hmm?" She answers nonchalantly, warming her hands on the growing fire. "What is it love?"

"Dammit woman," Bart swears, he doesn't like it when someone calls him "love". Reminds him to much of home. "Get a room ready for Eric he's passed out like a light." He effortlessly picks up the drunken, knocked out boy. "Dam he's colder than the fridge."

"I don't get it..." Bertha mumbles as she walks up the stairs. "We're in the middle of summer and we get a winter chill like that flying in here. God's be made or something."

Bart grumbles his approval and follows the blonde haired, portly woman. "This boy must have went through something. Was all smiles and gumbo before. Now, he comes back a disheveled wreck, and a mad smile."

Bertha simply smiles and pulls out a key to one of the tavern rooms. "Well he's just a boy and you're a grumpy three hundred year old elf."
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>>32335300
She unlocks the door to the room and ushers the elf in. "Now lay that boy down here, and I'll come back with his equipment."

Bart casually drops Eric onto the bed. "Dammit boy. I expect some answers out of this." He drapes a scratchy blanket over the shivering body, and then leaves the room.

All right that'll be all for now. I'll post again tomorrow at 2:30pm UTC or this thread if it's still up.

Thoughts, criticism, questions
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>>32335377
Post a bit faster is my only problem.
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>>32335377
Aye, this >>32335377
Most people will leave of the QM takes more than 40 min between updates. This could be a very interesting quest though. Your writing is fine too.
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>>32335744
>>32335471
Write faster, gotcha.
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>>32335787
Do like the writing, but definitely quickness could be improved. They don't reccommend that you pre-write things but if you see the direction we're going early on in the choosing process you might be able to start then.



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