"Oi, wake up." A voice is heard floating around you.

You grumble something intelligible as you attempt to keep hold of the last vestiges of sleep.

"Don't make me do this..."

"Oh why yes miss red head..." You mumble happily. "I'll hold those heavy breasts of yours for you..."

"..."

A sudden force grabs a hold of your blanket and you are unceremoniously dragged off the bed. Your face meets the floor with a bang and you wake up screaming in pain only to grab your head as the yells begin to echo through your hangover.

"Ah, glad to see you're up and at 'em." You look up to see the grizzled face of Bart looking down at your whimpering form. "Now that you're off the high you were on last night. I expect some answers, and I'll leave you to get your gear together, but I want to see you downstairs when you're done. I have something to help you with that hangover."

A quiet "Ok," is heard from you and Bart leaves the room satisfied for now.

>Get dressed and meet Bart downstairs.
>Like hell he'll believe what you'll say. You're to young to get caught by the Inquisition. Escape!
>Go back to sleep. This is a very long dream.
>Custom

>>32349586
>Like hell he'll believe what you'll say. You're to young to get caught by the Inquisition. Escape!

>>32349756
writing

>>32349586
>Get dressed and meet Bart downstairs.

Ahh no more dreams of soul chilling mist talking shit. Today's going to be a good day.

Nuh-uh you ain't telling Bart shit. For all you know, telling anyone what had happened could land you in the Inquisition! And the Inquisitors of the Goddess Ava are not pleasant folk to be around.

You get dressed as quickly as possible a hangover man could, and after you gather your equipment you think on what will be the best way to escape.

>There is a window here. It's a two story drop but you can make it!
>You could always sneak out the backdoor.
>What the hell are you think Eric? You're just being paranoid! Just go downstairs and talk with Bart!

>>32350119
Can't we simply
> Bullshit Bart
?

>>32350119
Nah man, Bart's cool. We should seriously not tell anyone else until we get a handle on reigning the demon in, though

>>32350119
>What the hell are you think Eric? You're just being paranoid! Just go downstairs and talk with Bart!

Erics a pretty cool guy doesn't afraid of anything

>>32350151
>>32350173
>>32350177
Go down, talk to Bart with a side of bullshit.

Gotcha

Yes! This quest was pretty cool yesterday.

>>32350232
>Yesterday
Oh my god this is a daily thing?! Hell yeah!

>>32350270
Was planning to do this as a weekend thing, but maybe if there is enough demand...

>>32350291
There be. Though timezone can and will be a bitch with me.

You smack yourself upside the head and immediately regret doing that as your hangover reciprocates the pain ten-fold.

Every step you take is like a hammer being knocked against your skull. It was agonizing to hear the doorknob squeak as you open the door.

"Ah Eric!" Comes a happy yell. "I am glad to see you're up and at 'em so early!"

You recoil in pain as you look to the owner of the voice and too no surprise find it belongs to Bertha. "Hello Bertha," You wearily call to her. "Can you please, please keep it down, just a little bit."

She places a hand over her mouth. "Oh I am so sorry dearie." Sheepishly she brings a cup of water to you. "This is for you. Bart, may have the best thing to sober you up fast, but it will kick you in the mouth like a mule once you drink it." She chuckles and her girth rolls with her. "The water will help it go down faster."

"Thanks Bertha." You gratefully take the wooden cup of water, but prevent the urge to drink it until Bart gives you whatever he'll give.

"I must say boy you have become so pale!" Bertha grabs your hand. "And cold too!"

"I don't feel cold." You look at your skin and find out that your normally farmer tanned skin has become pale, Almost deathly; but you don't feel cold... "Do I really look that bad?"

"Oh yes!" She nods. "Now you go down and speak to Bart and I'll cook up something to fill up your belly." Bertha walks downstairs to where the kitchen most likely is.

You follow her and are me with the sight of the empty tavern. No one must be up yet.

"Ah, glad you could join me." You turn to see Bart pour something behind the counter. "Now I know this stuff will work because It brought an Ogre out of its drunken stupor so a quarter of this should work." A tankard is soon plopped on the counter and you walk to seat yourself in front of it.

You peer down the wooden beverage container and find that it is holding some sort of white liquid... it looks more like slop than being an actual watery substance.

>>32350470
>Drink it
>Don't drink it
>"What's in it?"
>Custom

>>32350481
Be a man.
>Drink it.

>>32350498
This.

>>32350481
Driiiiink

Accidentally freeze water so we endure the full strength of the concoction

>>32350470
>Drink it
then
>Ask what's in it

>>32350498
>>32350501
>>32350512
>>32350516
Drinking the mysterious substance it is. Writing.

>Eric
We should have been a cleric.

>>32350543
back from dinner and now I shall write, and for some dam reason I couldn't post before, great..

You carefully cradle the tankard in your hands. You're not keen on having this stuff get on your armor.

You lean your head back and down the entire thing in one go. By Ava this tastes awful. It's syrupy slow and its sticking to everything in your mouth and throat.

You feel violated.

"Drink the water boy." Bart points to the untouched wooden mug.

You quickly place the empty tankard back onto the counter and quickly down the water mug. Near instantly the substance that has invaded your orifice begins to mix with the water and looses it cohesiveness, and slides down your throat into your waiting belly. You take another sip just to be sure and swish the water in your mouth to make sure there isn't anything left in there.

The hangover actually begins to dissipate and you now think you're capable of thinking of more than one sentence now!

"And now you can hear me again, finally."

FUCK!

"What's the matter boy?" Bart picks up on your distress.

>"Oh nothing. I just have this shitty little demon stuck in my head. That's all."
>"I must still be dreaming..."
>"Nothing, nothing at all..."

>>32350894
ffs I keep on forgetting to add the custom option.
>custom

>>32350894
>>"Nothing, nothing at all..."

Let's get outta there and get our bearings with that little demon shit.

>>32350894
>>"I must still be dreaming..."

>>32350894
>>"Nothing, nothing at all..."
just realised that everything still happed.
explain everything except the demon merging with you, chalk up your weird behavior to ptsd from seeing cultist die in horrible ways

>>32350894
>"Nothing, nothing at all..."

I felt violated reading that

>>32350894
>"I must still be dreaming..."

>>32351001
>>32351078
>>32351086
3 for nothing

>>32351006
>>32351091
2 for dreaming.

Nothing wins! Writing.

"Nothing," You heave a sigh. "Nothing at all."

"I really wouldn't really call it 'nothing'." The voice mocks in the back of your head.

Just shut up, dam you.

Bart looks at you quizzically. "Are you sure? It sure as hell doesn't look like nothing. Specially with the way you acted last night."

"Why do you even care?" You lash out. "I'm just some drunkard passing through." You take another sip of water.

Bart glares at you from your poor quip, but steadies himself. "Normally I wouldn't care if it was another drunkard, but I say you a week ago and now you come back like this." He pokes you much to your irritation. "Pale skinned and colder than a corpse, and I see you have some magic in you now boy."

"What?" You raise an eyebrow. "I'm not one of the gifted. If I was, I would have been dragged to the academy by now."

"I know," Bart rubs his chin. "You've changed over the week and I think. No. I know something happened to you boy." He leans forward. "Now tell me what I want to know. My eyes never lie."

A giggling is heard in the recesses of your mind. "You should kill him, he knows to much, and you don't want to be found by the Inquisition through him now, do you?"

>Tell him.
>Don't tell him.
>Kill him.
>Leave.
>Make up a bullshit tale (Custom).

>>32351416
Tell him.
>maybe a little breakdown. We need him to take pity, and not turn us in.

>channel sideshow bob
"Die, Bart, Die!"

>>32351416
>Tell him

"Alright, I'll tell you. You see, it's not my magic. It's a demon's. And before you burn me alive, I don't like it one bit. Actually, I'd be very pleased if he could just go away.

I was supposed to be sacrificed to said demon, but the guy in charge screwed up, and now I share my head with him. Also? Drinking seems to be the only way to make him shut up.

So yeah, my plans right now are to drink myself to death, and try not to be found by the Inquisition."

>>32351449
>>32351495
telling the truth it is.

>>32351627
>Killertpu
Why is this name so familiar?

>>32351646
Dunno, I rarely namefag on /tg/

>>32351646
He writes a lot on anonkun.

>>32351755
That's it.

"Alright, I tell you." You surrender to Bart's glaring. "You see, it's not my magic, never was. It's a demon." You stop and patiently wait for Bart to respond.

He responds by getting his maul off the rack above him.

"Wait, wait, wait, waitwaitwait!" You yell holding up your arms. "I'mnotdoneyetpleasedon'tkillmeplease!"

"Start talking boy, or your head is going to be painting my hammer red." He growls, brandishing his weapon.

"See, this would have been easier if you'd just killed him." The demon grumbles.

Not. Helping.

You take a deep breath and continue. "Now, before you splatter my brains or burn me alive, I don't like it as much as you do or anyone else. Actually, I'd be very pleased to have it go away."

Bart lowers his weapon just slightly. "How are you alive then and not some screaming foaming-at-the-mouth abomination?"

"I was getting there..." You get back into your groove. "I was going to be sacrificed to said demon in an incredibly painful and soul wrenching way, but the guy in charge screwed up and now I share my head with the bastard. Also? Drinking seems to be the only way to shut it up."

Bart looks at you in disbelief. "So when you came in last night, you were..."

You nod.

Bart swears something in elvish and places the maul back on its rack. "Now do you know what you have been possessed by?"

"I don't have-"

"I am a wraith you plebeian" You are cut off by the now labeled demon.

"Wraith, it's a wraith."

"At least it's not a revenant." Bart quietly mumbles. "Now, do you have a plan to get rid of it?"

"Drink myself to death, and avoid the Inquistion and its paladins." You reply seriously.

"That isn't a plan, that's suicide." Bart chastises you. "And you're ignoring the problem. Also, what would you do once you ran out of beer, idiot?"

"Yes~ what would you do next?"

>Get high
>Hide away in the frozen north and hope that it gets bored and leaves.
>Find a different brand of beer.
>Custom.

>>32351946
>>Hide away in the frozen north and hope that it gets bored and leaves.

Though I'd more likely see that as "retreat as far away from other beings as possible".

>>32351946
Move on to the Whiskey

>>32351946
>Hide away in the frozen north and hope that it gets bored and leaves
and while there destill alkohol, become wildman of the northen snow plains

>>32351946
Ale. Mead. Whiskey. Lock myself in a cave and stare at the wall until it gets bored and leaves. Start singing as badly as possible to annoy it. That's about all i could think of before i passed out last night.

>>32351946
>Become a traveling drunk in search of the one true alcoholic beverage that manages to either kill me or the demon.

>demon wants Bart dead.
We should name his bob.
>custom
Make the best of a bad situation. Become cleric and Beatle other demons.

>>32352007
>>32352016
>>32352063
Writing this

>>32352223
>Beatle other demons

BY RINGO, PAUL, GEORGE AND JOHN, I HEREBY SEND YOU TO REJOIN LUCYFER IN THE SKY!

>>32352272
LOL, whoops. I guess I should double check what I write before I hit post. Although if I did that we might miss out on funny stuff.

>>32352382
Indeed. Also I might drop some perals myself; I practically never mistype), but I tend to mess up words or to forget some. Which can lead to trainwreck of words sometimes.

"It will not be only beer!" You stand up and strike a pose. "Ale. Mead. Whisky. Rum. I'll gather the finest of spirits to shut up that damnable voice in my head."

"And I thought we were getting along so well..."

Shut it you. "I will then lock myself into a cave and stare at a wall until it leaves. If it doesn't. I will sing so terribly that it will have no choice but to do just that." You give the elf a proud, confident smile.

"You really are stupid aren't you." Bart gives you a look.

"Well, that was all I could think of before I passed out last night." You cross your arms. "And I don't see you helping."

Bart reaches for his Maul again, and you quickly apologize. "I was going to TRY and help you, but this goes up and beyond what I had expected for you to roll into."

"You hoo!" The conversation is interrupted with Bertha walking into the room carrying two steaming bowls of gumbo. "I made a batch for my favorite man and boy!" With a jovial smile and an extra swing in her step. Bertha places the bowls in front off you and Bart. "Now eat up! I want those bowls to be empty when I come back from the kitchen!" She then walks away to continue her work.

"Now, like I was saying before." Bart takes the wooden spoon in his hand and continues. "Bandits, curses, wildlings, slavers, bounty hunters, magical diseases. I could have helped you with all of that, but possession? That's beyond me."

"Some help you're being now." You sullenly grab your own spoon and dip it into your bowl, fetching a nice chunk of horse meat. "I just don't know what to do. I became an adventurer to explore! To have action! Love! Not to get possessed by a bloody demon." You swing your filled spoon around while you rant.

"Well boy," Bart sighs. "As an Elf who has lived for thee-hundred years, let me tell this. Life is never fair."

"Amen to that." You agree, and bring the spoon to your mouth.

"Too hot,"

>>32352763
As soon as the demons words speak your breath suddenly chills, and the steaming soup in the spoon freezes.

The Elf raises an eyebrow at watching the spoon turn into a popsicle. "Want me to blow on it?" He chuckles.

"Fuck you." You place the frozen spoon down. "Not at you, but at the damn wraith."

"Well you aren't nice, not nice at all." The wraith mocks. "Just don't get anything to hot near me, and I won't freeze it."

You just groan and place your head down on the counter top in defeat. "How the hell am I going to get rid of you..."

"Why don't you go back to Kreeva?" Bart says offhandedly. "If you didn't make to much noise, I bet you could go back there to get some answers." He takes another large spoonful of gumbo in his mouth.

"That-"

>"is a stupid idea."
>"is a great idea."
>Custom

>>32352918
>Custom
"Will probably either get me killed, or make it stronger."

>>32352918
>"is a stupid idea."

Didn't we set the town on fire? Also this wraith is a dick what the hell are we supposed to eat ice?

>>32352918
I would answer but I have no idea what Kreeva is. If it's some sort of capital city, though,

>"is not a good idea."

I don't want to offend nice Bart. But yeah, if a "simple" elf can spot my magic onsight, no doubt that we'll end up spotted, captured, analyzed, judged and killed the minute we step in.

>>32352918
"That is probably a good a plan as any"

>>32352985
Nah, you were on fire though for a little bit though. And you were sort of running through the town streets. Screaming. While on fire.

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>>32353035
Well we must of been running from Demon ninjas

>>32352978
>>32352985
>>32353010
It's not a good idea, it's a stupid idea. With a touch of: even if I go I may get killed in the end, or it could make me stronger.

"That is a stupid idea. I don't even know what happened to the town after I left. For all I know it could be overrun by demons or some shit." You grumble.

"Yea, but what's life without risk." Bart smiles cockily. "You won't know before you find out, and who knows? The town may just be the same as when you first came to it."

"When the demon possessed me. I managed to break out, and I was running through the streets. On fire. Screaming." You try to erase the morbid thought, but it refuses to go away.

"Fire bad. Lucky you got possessed by me otherwise you would have burnt. Cold is good for you. More than you can think of." The Wraith attempts to justify itself.

"Just be quiet for now." You send a grumbled thought to your unwanted host.

Bart who listened to your tale of being on fire nearly drops his spoon absentmindedly. "W-well boy, did anyone see you then?"

"Pretty late at night, so unless the night watch was there during my escape. There could be no way believe it was me." You scratch your chin. You really need to shave, you're starting to get a beard.

"Plus," Bart gulps down the remaining broth. "You were on fire. Even if they did see you, they don't know it was you. Hard to see who someone is once they are on fire."

"Yea, I guess you're right about that. Just have to think up a good lie..."

"Or..." Bart raises a finger. "You could go to the academy in the city of Zwolla. Heard they have a grand library with tons of knowledge that has been forbidden to be read by The Church." He then shrugs. "Or you could go to the capital. Maybe the Church can provide an exorcism."

"And all of it is going to be a hellishly long walk." You lean back but this time don't fall as you groan.

"Well boy," Bart chuckles. "You wanted to be an adventurer, and you got your adventure. So quit your bitching and explore!" A huge smile spreads across his face.

>>32354076
>Go to the great city of independence: Zwolla the academy library may have what you're looking for or at least grant you more knowledge about the Wraith.
>Head back to Kreeva it's time to explore the den of the cultists on your terms.
>Go to the shinning capital of Church. Such a place filled with the good souls of Ava will no doubt help you? Right?

>>32354111
>Go to the great city of independence: Zwolla the academy library may have what you're looking for or at least grant you more knowledge about the Wraith.

>>32354111
>Go to the great city of independence: Zwolla the academy library may have what you're looking for or at least grant you more knowledge about the Wraith.

Churches bad. Rather we learn about demons and rituals before we go Kool-aid man on another one.

>>32354111
>>Go to the great city of independence: Zwolla the academy library may have what you're looking for or at least grant you more knowledge about the Wraith.

What this guy said >>32354165
The church will smite us, no questions asked.

>>32354111
>Go to the great city of independence, where you'll totally won't be the unwilling guinea pig of just about everyone in town

>>32354165
>>32354213
Also yeah, authority bad, no matther the quest, no matther the authority, no matther the MC, no matther the setting.

>>32354215
Dude, we're going to a library not running through the streets shouting "I'm possessed! I'm possessed!"

>>32354215
>Implying we're going to be sober enough to not be mistaken for a wandering drunk

>>32354255
Even though we almost did that last time. Except there was more fire involved.

>>32354255
As soon as I read "city of independence" and "forbidden knowledge" in the same sentence, my mind automatically switched to "everyone in this town is a mad scien-I mean thaumatologist".

>>32354259
>implying wandering drunk aren't grade A guinea pigs

Also, fire bad, cold good, huh. There will be a "Let it go" joke somehwere down this road. It's just waiting to happen.

>>32354282
We were newly possessed, there's bound to be a brief adjustment period.

>>32354307
>"Let it go"
>{Incomprehensible Rage Intensifies}

>>32354339
>Sunuva bitch I have never watched Frozen, but I know that over used joke to well.

>>32354404
Also, it seems Zwolla won by a landslide so I'll be writing.

"The city of independence: Zwolla." You mumble the word of the city a few times. "That seems like the best bet." You pull out your map. "Now lets see... I am here." You press a finger on a small icon off Ketton. "And Zwolla is... here." You trace a finger in a straight line to the large icon of Zwolla. The icon itself looks like melting skull and a snake coiling around its jaw and slithering out of its left eye. Pleasant.

"Zwolla eh?" Bart leans over to examine the map. "Heard those guys were a bunch of nutjobs, and the only reason why the Church hasn't got its crusade on them is because those crazy bastards would blow up the entire city and half the continent with it!" He laughs again.

"Yea, but where else could I go? The other two are going to have me burned at the stake." You moan. "It's either religious nuts, cultists, or mad scientists it seems."

"Aww," Bart places a hand on your should and give it a squeeze. "Don't worry about that now. You have a lot of time to think, and a brain, along with a wraith to help you along your way."

"Yes, I am quite curious about this 'City of Independence'." The normally deadpan demon speaks with a light level of interest. "There wasn't anything like that around last time I walked this plane."

"Last time?" You thoughts turn to the demon. "When was the last time you were on this plane?"

"Oh some 1000 years ago."

"..."

"Hey, boy." Bart knocks you out of your reverie. "You looked out again, talking with your wraith pet."

"I am not a pet." The Wraith hisses.

"It's not a pet." You voice the demons unhappiness for being called that. "And it seems to be quite old as well, older than you even."

"Me?" Bart whistles. "Then it must be quite powerful."

"Except i'm not, somehow."

"Except it isn't." You shrug. "So I guess we're satisfying both our curiosities."

Bart nods in agreement as you begin to pack your things. "Getting ready to hit the road then?"

>>32355027
"Yea," You nod and place your pack on your back, and check if your shield is safely strapped onto it, and your sword is on your hip. "Want to get as far away from Kreeva as possible before the Inquisition get here to snoop around."

"A wise decision." Bart sagely nods. "Oh, and catch." He throws something. You catch the object by its rope and find it's a wooden gourd filled with now doubt Bart's "finest spirits". "That is what the rest of that gold coin went into." He grins. "Be careful though! It's loaded with bear fucker. It's strong enough to knock out even an ogre!" He laughs.

You pull off the cork and your nostrils are immediately assaulted by powerful liquor. You slam the cork back on and cough. "Ho, that's strong stuff." You try your best to suppress the water bubbling out of your tear ducts. "This'll come in handy. Thanks." You give the old tavern owner a sincere smile.

"Aww," He scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. "You're making this old elf blush." He quickly shakes off the compliment. "Now go get them tiger."

"Oh I will!" The both of you share a laugh, and you walk to the door.

"Oh, and Eric!" Bart shouts out your name for the first time. You turn around to see the old man returning your sincere smile. "Stay safe."

"Don't worry Bart. I'm always safe." You laugh and walk outside, closing the door behind you.

The old elf is left in silence to contemplate his actions. "...that's what I'm afraid of..."

And that is all for tonight guys. This'll be continued on Saturday at around 4-5pm UTC.Thoughts, criticisms, questions?

>>32355322
Also, how the bloody hell do you archive?

>>32355322
Have a feel that some Inquisitor dick is gonna shank Bart for helping us
Thanks for the thread Kill when's the next coming?

>>32355368
Like I said: Saturday, May 31st

>>32355338
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/32349405/

Archived it for you, you lazy bum.

Also
>>32355027
>mad scientist
Called it.

>>32355625
thank you based anon. I have no idea how to do it.

>>32355678
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html

Go to "add thread" (left column) and click the button. It's as easy as that.

>>32356049
Huh, well now I know.