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>>32695056
You stand by the side of the road, waiting for Marigold Merriweather to finish her sales to a traveling Orc merchant. Their inventory rifts float near them as they settle things over the pricing of one of Miss Merriweather’s treasures: an Elven knife. Not in good condition, the blade has been scratched and the hilt chewed to bits, but Elven weaponry get a good price regardless of condition.

The Orc says, “I’ll give you twenty, yes?”

Miss Merriweather frowns. “Thirty.”

“Twenty-two,” said the Orc. “And I’ll throw in…” he reached into the rift and pulled out an extremely well-made red wool scarf. “This scarf. Pure wool made by the great Tailors of my country-“

“I’LL TAKE IT!” Merrigold took the twenty-five gold and the scarf excitedly. The Orc grunted as he zipped the rift up, and then went on his way with his packmule and dwarf bodyguard. Merrigold excitedly walks over to you, already having wrapped the scarf around her neck. “I’ve got us a great deal, Mister Cloak!”

You nodded at that. As a Wandering Spirit, outwardly expressing things was a little difficult but you could appreciate that Miss Merriweather was at least happy. The two of you have been traveling together for only a few days, but her company has already made the trip to the Golden Fountain that much more exciting in a sense. She had even taken to calling you “Mister Cloak”. It was a strange nickname, but endearing nonetheless.

“That is very good, Miss Merriweather,” you say.

“Oh please!” Miss Merriweather smiled as the two of you began on your way. “Call me Marigold! Miss Merriweather was my mother.” Her smile drops at that. “And I’d hate to feel old.”

“How old are you now?” you ask.

Marigold pouts at you. “That is a rude question, Mister Cloak!”

...

>>32695072
…

“But I’m going on eighteen next month,” she says bluntly. She points ahead to a road sign.

Caul’s Landing – 1 Mile

Miss Merriweather says, “We must be in Count Caul the Hundredth’s lands. He’s only about forty-seventh in the line of succession of course.”

“Is he a good Lord?” you ask.

Miss Merriweather shrugs. “From what I hear, the recent drought and the pestilence on their crops have made times tough in Count Caul’s lands. He’s abroad in the Orc lands too, so… yeah, times are tough.” She tilts her head to you. “What do you think, Mister Cloak?”

You look up at the sky. The sun has only come up recently.

> “We should keep moving.”
> “We’ll stop off at Caul’s Landing for the night.”
> Write in

>>32695087
>> “We should keep moving.”
Day is early

>>32695087
>> “We should keep moving.”

Keep moving. If she gets tired, she probably has a potion for it and you're a ghost.

>>32695087
> “We should keep moving.”

>>32695087
>> “We should keep moving.”

>>32695087
Keep moving.

> “We should keep moving.”

“We should continue our movement past Caul’s Landing. We will make better time on the Golden Fountain that way,” you say.

“Do you even know where it is?”

“I am no closer to figuring out where it is than I was three days ago,” you say. “So no, I do not know.”

Miss Merriweather nods. “Mkay. Can we stop off at Caul’s Landing for lunch though? And maybe supplies?”

“If you feel they are needed, Miss Merriweather, then sure.” You gesture your ghostly arm forward. “Unlike me, I do understand that you humans require sustenance and rest every now and again.”

Miss Merriweather frowns. “I hope I’m not slowing you down or anything.”

“You are,” you say. She frowns deeper. “But I am glad to have your company.” She smiles again, muffling the bottom of her face into her new scarf.

Suddenly, you hear something. You both stop. Miss Merriweather says, “Is that squawking?” You look around, nothing but trees and the sound of squawking and pained chirping. “Oh my goodness, there’s a bird in trouble!” She runs into the trees, leaving you.

“Miss Merriweather-“ You’re too late to stop her.

> Follow her
> Wait here
> Write in

>>32695375
>> Follow her

>>32695375
> Follow her

>>32695375
> Follow her

>>32695375
>> Wait here
Just going to get lost otherwise.

>>32695375
>> Follow her

May as well be dumb together.

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> Follow her

“Miss Merriweather!” you say loudly as you follow her into the deep forest.

“This way, Mister Cloak!” says Miss Merriweather. You manage to catch glimpses of her green cloak and red scarf. All you need to keep pace with her.

But finally, you find her. She’s bent over a wounded Vogelvolk, a tree branch stuck through his right wing. The Vogelvolk yells and cries in pain. “Schiesse! Mein leben blinkt vor meinen Augen! Diese verfluchten Niederlassung hat mich gelahmt und jetzt kanni ch night fliegen! Oh! OH!”

Miss Merriweather is knelt next to him as he cries in pain. “There, there, Mister Vogelvolk. We can help you.”

“Oh Tod! Werden Sie ersparen Si emir nicht vorbei, bis ein weiteres Jahr!” yells the Vogelvolk.

Strangely enough, you recognize the feathers and the beak of this Vogelvolk. A curved down beak, a black stripe over the eyes, white and black with grey feathers. This Vogelvolk appears to belong to the Shrike Clan of the West. They’re wanderers like you, but unlike the Pigeon Clans, much more sociable.

Miss Merriweather reaches over, and quickly pulls the branch out of the Vogelvolk’s wing.

“ACH! MEIN FLUGEL!” The Vogelvolk blinks. “Oh. Das hat nicht weh.”

Miss Merriweather smiles. “Feel better?”

“Ja!” He offers his wing feathers to Miss Merriweather happily. “Sorry for the Vogelsprechen, the language never leaves you entirely!” he says. “I am Lanius! Vogelvolk of the Shrike Clan!”

>>=[| LANIUS |]=<<
>>=[| Vogelvolk Adventurer |]=<<

He looks over, curiously. “Who’s your friend, Miss?”

> Introduce yourself
> Let Miss Merriweather introduce you
> Write in

>>32695698
>> Introduce yourself

>>32695698
>> Introduce yourself

> Introduce yourself

“I am a Wandering Spirit, in search of the Golden Fountain. The girl, Miss Marigold Merriweather is accompanying me on this journey.”

Lanius nods violently. “I see, I see.” He offers his wing feathers to you, to which you shake it with your ghostly hand. “I say, I’ve never seen a cloak in person before. It’s timely that you and your lovely companion have arrived to help me out of my little bind!” He flares his wounded wing. “Unfortunately, my wing needs time to heal. But at least I am alive!”

Miss Merriweather says, “And that’s all that matters! You should come with us, Mister Lanius! The Golden Fountain after all is a big treasure to be had, and we can share it with everyone!”

“Ah, I wouldn’t want to impose.” Lanius looks around, twitching his head around. “I will go as far as Caul’s landing! Whereupon I may receive treatment for my wing!”

“Wait,” says Miss Merriweather. “I think I may have a healing potion for you! Hold on…”

…

Miss Merriweather looks up after several seconds. “Just a minute.” She goes back to searching in her satchel.

Lanius looks at you. “So, the Golden Fountain, yes? You know where it is?” You shake your head. “Really? Then why do you search for it?”

> “I feel compelled to.”
> “It’s all I can think about.”
> “It’s none of your concern.”
> Write in

>>32696041
>Write in
"Because I must."

>>32696041
>> “I feel compelled to.”

>>32696041
>> “I feel compelled to.”

>>32696121
I think that combining
> “It’s all I can think about.”
and
>>32696121
works well together.

>>32696041
>> “I feel compelled to.”

> “I feel compelled to.”

“Compelled to?” says Lanius. “Interesting! That must be the business you must resolve before you pass on!”

“Perhaps,” you say.

Miss Merriweather pulls out a vial of red liquid. “There we go!” Lanius happily takes it and uncorks it. He waterfalls the liquid into his beak, and then twitches and shudders as the potion takes effect. “Whooo! Okay, my wing is feeling that much more better now! Would still keep low to the ground though.”

“Really? Why?” asks Miss Merriweather.

“Oh…” Lanius cocks his head. “No reason. I prefer the ground… yes that’s it, I prefer the ground! I’m not being hunted by bounty hunters at all!”

…

Miss Merriweather says, “Are you-“

“NO!” squawks Lanius, his wings flared. Miss Merriweather and you flinch backwards. “I- I mean… maybe. Look, would you two escort me to Caul’s Landing? And I’ll be out of your hair. I’m innocent of the crime, honestly!”

“What was the crime?” you ask.

“Um…” Lanius nuzzles his wing. “I might have butchered a few cows. And pigs. And llamas. And sheep. There might have been a horse involved too- Look, can you please just take me to Caul’s Landing? It won’t look suspicious if I travel in a group!”

> No.
> Fine.
> Write in

>>32696410
> Fine.
All I know is that my gut says maybe.

>>32696410
>Write in
It's your choice Miss Merryweather, if the bounty hunters attack us you will be the only one in danger.

>>32696410
>>32696497
This

>>32696410
>> No.

>>32696497
That's not true though. Cloaks can be rekilled from what I understood.

>>32696497

Supporting leaving it to Merryweather.

>>32696410
> Fine.
> Write in
"Besides, I do believe you are in Miss Merriweather's dept with her healing your wing."

> Write in

“Miss Merriweather, what do you think?”

Miss Merriweather taps her chin, pensive. “Well, Mister Lanius, are you actually innocent of the crime?”

“Of course!” says Lanius. “Even if I wasn’t, I’d be innocent because I have repented that sin! But I am innocent!”

Miss Merriweather nods. “I see. Alright, you can come with us to Caul’s Landing, then we shall go our separate ways, yes?”

“Good!” says Lanius. “Let’s make haste then! I feel like getting myself a good beer from the local tavern!” He hops past you. “Come on, schnell!”

You look over to Miss Merriweather. “You think this is a wise idea, Miss Merriweather?”

“If he says he is innocent, I believe him!” says Miss Merriweather. “Come on!”

>>32696807
The road to Caul’s Landing is rough. The paving of stone has long since given way to cracks, moss, and other impurities. And yet the villagefolk go barefoot in these conditions. Caul’s Landing exists near a lake. According to Miss Merriweather, Count Caul founded it right on the border between the Western Vogelreich and his territories. Thusly, it was common to see Vogelvolk around, not that humans particularly cared for them considering the Vogelreich’s roots in Elvish culture.

It’s a modest town, only about ten buildings or so. There are no farms to be seen or anything self-sustaining besides the lake. Caul’s Landing you assume must be some kind of passing town that relies on weary travelers.

“Right!” says Lanius. “I will be at the tavern!” He walks over past a post with bounties on them. Half of the bounties all bear his name and face on it with prices ranging from 300 gold to 5,000 gold.

Miss Merriweather and you blink as you stare at the bounties. “How does someone like that get 5,000 gold on their head?”

You say, “Says here he apparently cut Count Caul’s cattle.”

“Wow,” says Miss Merriweather. “Still, we told him he’d be safe with us and we’d escort him here. We won’t exploit his bounty! But, is there anything you want to do?”

> Nope, let’s move.
> Visit the local bookstore
> Rest at the Tavern
> See what Miss Merriweather wants to do
> Write in

>>32696824
>> See what Miss Merriweather wants to do

>>32696824
> Visit the local bookstore
Book store? Oh could it be you-should-know-who be there?

>>32696824
>> See what Miss Merriweather wants to do

>>32696824
>> Nope, let’s move.

>>32696824
>> Visit the local bookstore
Could find something interesting.

>>32696824
>> See what Miss Merriweather wants to do

> See what Miss Merriweather wants to do

“Not right now, is there any business you would like to do?” you ask.

Miss Merriweather scratches her chin. “Hm…” She snaps her finger. “I know, let’s get some lunch first! I hear the peasants here cook a mean fish and chips!”

With that in mind, you hit the local café. Different from the tavern in that food is its actual dedicated purpose. A few people are curious that a Wandering Spirit would come in, but you quickly reassure them all that you’re not there to haunt them. They go back to eating.

Miss Merriweather sits across from you at the table, a plate of fish and chips in front of her. “Aren’t you going to eat?”

“I do not need to eat,” you say. “Spirit after all.”

“Ah, I see,” says Miss Merriweather. She looks over, at something else. You turn to see what it is.

“Hello there!” says one of the most beautiful women you’ve ever seen. She wears a brilliant white dress, and upon her shoulder sits a tiny little pixie woman. “My name is Gemma! I couldn’t help but notice you two come into town! And a Cloak too! My, my, it’s been a while since we’ve had one of those around here.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Gemma!” says Miss Merriweather. “I’m Marigold Merriweather!”

“Delighted!” says Gemma. She pulls out a card from her bosom and hands it to Miss Merriweather. “I am at your service if I am needed.”

Miss Merriweather reads it. “Gemma Germain. For Potions, Solutions, future readings, and other business magical.” She smiles. “Wow. You can see our future!”

“Precisely!”

“Oh, can we, Mister Cloak?”

Gemma smiles at you. “I would be happy to look into your future, Cloak.”

> No thank you.
> Sure, seems harmless.
> Write in

>>32697215
>> Sure, seems harmless.

>>32697215
Ask her if she can see into our past instead.

>>32697215
>> Sure, seems harmless.
I wonder if this prediction can lead us to our goal

>>32697215
> Sure, seems harmless.
Oh? This is a good point.
>>32697277
Ask if she can do that as well.

>>32697215
> Write in
"What would I owe you?"

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> Sure, seems harmless.

You nod. “I suppose it’s harmless. Would you be able to look into our past as well?”

“Perhaps,” says Gemma. She grins at you. “For a neat little price of course!”

Miss Merriweather says, “Let’s go then!”


Gemma’s home is a little ways from Caul’s Landing. But it is certainly a magical place. Pixies of all kinds tinker and float about in the bushes as she leads you all in. They all whisper and giggle as you pass them. Miss Merriweather says, “I’ve never seen so many pixies before.”

Gemma says, “These pixies happen to be my friends! Along with a certain friend of mine as well.” She leads you all to the door, where she knocks gently. “Slate! Open the door please!” She looks at you all, smiling warmly.

The door opens, and at the floor is the ghostly black form of a cat, with glowing red eyes. A spellcat. “Ah, good morning Miss Germain,” says the spellcat harshly.

>>=[| SLATE |]=<<
>>=[| Gemma Germain’s pet Spellcat |]=<<

“Slate!” Gemma tilts her head. “Where are your manners! Come in, you two.”

You both walk into Gemma’s house, a veritable library of potions, enchantments, solutions, and all things magical. A stair leads to the second floor. Miss Merriweather looks around, in awe at all the pixies that roam about.

“Mister Cloak,” says Gemma. “Please, take a seat over there. Miss Merriweather, I will look into your future, but it requires a certain amount of privacy.”

You nod. “Fine.” You walk over to a chair at the corner of the room, then sit down. Gemma leads Miss Merriweather upstairs.

Slate sits down next to you.

> Wait patiently
> Talk to Slate (Topic?)
> Try to remember your past
> Write in

>>32697628
>> Try to remember your past
Remember what made us happy...?

>>32697628
Talk to Slate about the town, and possibly about the Vogel(sp?) we helped get into town.

>>32697628
>> Try to remember your past

>>32697628
> Try to remember your past

>>32697628
>> Try to remember your past

> Try to remember your past

Your daughter. You played with her in the fields. She would frolic in that little white dress you made her. She’d pick flowers for you. You’d sneeze because you were allergic to them. You’d both laugh. It was funny, it was bliss.

Then the Elves came.

The winter. You tried to take your daughter to the safety of the Sparkling City. You trekked across hard ground, through snow and ice.

You almost froze to death, clutching her frostbitten corpse.


“Cloak,” says Slate. “Are you alright?”

“I am fine,” you say. “Just remembered something I do not think I wanted to remember.”

Slate nods, resting his head down on the floor. “That happens sometimes. Persevere.”

“Of course,” you say. “Persevere.”

[1/2]

>>32698022
[2/2]

You hear a clink and a smash of glass. All the pixies gasp in shock. Probably just someone dropping something. Then you hear a ruffling of feathers. Slate perks up, walking over to the source of the noise.

“Thief!” yells Slate. There’s more smashing and bashing, the breaking of wood and glass. Gemma and Miss Merriweather run down the stairs. “What’s going on!?” says Gemma. You all run over behind the shelves to see.

“Schiesse! Lasse Sie mich gehen du dumme Katze!” With a ghost tentacle protruding from Slate’s back, Lanius is slammed into the floor.

Gemma yells, “Slate! Stop!”

Slate looks back, keeping Lanius on the floor. Lanius looks at you. “Cloak! Miss Merriweather! It’s good to see you! Listen, I know it looks like I was trying to steal stuff but it turns out the Bounty hunters found me and now they’re on my tail so to speak! I just need to hide here.”

You say, “I am not surprised they found you.”

Gemma says, “You can’t hide here though. This is a place of business! I am with a client!” she says, gesturing to Miss Merriweather.

Lanius shrugs, still constricted by Slate. “Well I-“

“Hey, boy!” yells someone from the outsides. “It’s the AUTHORITIES! Just come on out, your situation is pretty nigh hopeless!”

“Damn,” says Lanius. “We’re in a tight spot.”

Gemma says, “Slate, bring him outside!”

“No!” Lanius says, “Those are Vogelreich hunters! They’ll have my wings clipped! You can’t do this to me! Help me! Miss Merriweather, Cloak! Please!”

> We can’t help you now.
> Gemma, spare him please.
> Write in

>>32698043
Oh no, moral dilemma.
Can we try to convince the feds not to clip his wings, and just throw him in jail for a bit?

>>32698043
>> Gemma, spare him please.
>Turn yourslef in, and we will help plead to not have your wings clipped

>>32698043
We can't help him.

>>32698043
> We can't hep you now
As much as I want to help him, doing so with the authorities right outside maybe put trouble onto us as well.

> Write in

You open up the door and walk outside to dozens of vogelvolk, humans, dwarves, and orcs with weapons and armor.

“Hello,” you say. “I am a Wandering Spirit.” The wall next to you is suddenly impaled by a crossbow bolt.

A very frustrated human looks around. “Um… that- That was your one warning shot! Next one is going between your pretty little eyes, Cloak!” He quickly stumbles into reloading his crossbow.

“I do not mean you harm. I am here to negotiate for Mister Lanius’ life,” you say.

One of the Vogelvolk says, “We are here for his crime of slaughtering Count Caul’s cattle.”

“He says he was innocent of that,” you say.

One of the human bounty hunters says, “Didn’t the last guy say he was innocent?”

“Was he?” asks another.

You say, “That is not relevant. What I am saying is that you should not clip his wings. And just give him a few days in jail.”

“We can do that,” says one of the humans.

“Hold on!” says a Vogelvolk. “Who says you can get him!? He’s ours!”

“You’re both wrong!” yells a dwarf. “We’re taking him to the Colony where he’ll face the oil bath for his crimes!”

All the bounty hunters yell and scream in arguments. Some push and shove each other, others threaten one another with weaponry. Gemma, Miss Merriweather, Slate, and Lanius watch from inside.

Lanius says, “Um. Should I run?”

> Yes
> No
> Write in

>>32698491
>> Yes

>>32698491
>> Yes
Yeah, I don't think we can negotiate with three disparate groups.

>>32698491
>> No
>> Protest for a lighter punishment and or prove his innocence

>>32698491
>> Write in
"I nearly have them where I want them. Patience."

Keep "negotiating".

> Write in

“Maybe you should. Continue running for the rest of your life away from this problem, where upon you will never find true solace with yourself. You will never settle down as long as this remains.” You shrug at that. “So yes, run.”

Lanius blinks, looking down. “Cloak, got to hand it to you, you know how to talk someone down.”

“Admittedly, I was tempted to turn the bounty in on you when we first realized there was such a thing, but you can still do the right thing and turn yourself in. I can help you negotiate for a lighter sentence. If you will have that,” you say.

Lanius looks at Gemma, who smiles warmly at him. Miss Merriweather nods at him as well, in encourage. He looks at Slate.

“The heck are you looking at me for?” says Slate. “Just get the hell out of here.”

“Fine,” says Lanius. He walks out, chest puffed out to the surprise of the bounty hunters. “You want me! Take me!”

They all stop their fighting to look at Lanius. “You’re turning yourself in?” says one of the Vogelvolk bounty hunters.

“That’s right!” he says. He walks up to them and presents his wings. “Go on, cuff me.”

One of the humans says, “We can’t just cuff you, we have to tie a rope around you. You’re a bird, numnuts.”

“Oh, right,” says Lanius. “Well do it anyway.”

You say, “And you will not clip his wings?”

“Depends on who gets him, he has a lot of crimes to answer for,” says one of the bounty hunters.

Miss Merriweather frowns. “So, you weren’t innocent after all?”

“You realize this now?” you say.

“Alright,” says Lanius. “Seien wir ehrlich die Musik. Los.” The bounty hunters lead him away. They apologize for trampling Gemma’s yard. The pixies all float around you, muttering and whispering.

Gemma says, “Well, I have seen Miss Merriweather’s future. Would you like for me to tell you your future, Cloak?”

> Yes
> No, I want to see my past first
> No thank you
> Write in

>>32698944
>> No, I want to see my past first

>>32698944
>> No, I want to see my past first

>>32698944
>> No, I want to see my past first

> No, I want to see my past first

You sit in Gemma’s bedroom. She sits on the end of the bed while you set on a little wooden chair she set out for you. “Hold out your hands,” she says. You hold them out for her, and she takes them up and shuts her eyes.

“Hmmm…” Gemma doesn’t appear to feel uncomfortable from your touch. She frowns a bit. “Oh dear. Oh, this can’t be right.”

“What?”

Gemma says, “I’m sorry, but you… your past is clouded. It’s as if there’s something blocking it.”

“Are you sure?” you say. “I mean, is there anything you can do? Anything you can see?”

“I’m sorry,” says Gemma. “All I see is a Golden Throne, a deceased daughter of yours, flowing waters, and a coin.” She opens her eyes. “I am so sorry, Cloak. That’s all I can give you for now.”

Darn it.

Gemma says, “Would you like for me to see your future as well?”

> No, I think we’re done here.
> Sure, for what it’s worth.
> Write in

>>32699476
> Sure, for what it's worth.
She was able to see what we were looking for at least, so she might be legit.

>>32699476
> Sure, for what it’s worth.

Rolled 29

>>32699476
>> Sure, for what it’s worth.

>>32699476
>> Sure, for what it’s worth.

> Sure, for what it’s worth.

You hold out your hands again. She takes them and sighs deeply. Pixies peek through the door as she takes it all in.

After a minute of silence, she finally says it.

“You are looking for the Golden Fountain. Your journey is fraught with perils and tribulations, but not of the physical kind. You will meet many people on your travels, some who may need your help, others who will seek to exploit you. It will be on you to decide how to deal with these people, or whether you will in the first place. But take heed, the Golden Fountain is in your grasp, and you will find it in the great high mountains, where once stood a King and his throne.”

You blink. “Where?”

“I cannot say,” she says. “It is unclear.” She opens her eyes, sighing again. “Cloak, your business in this world will only be resolved at the Golden Fountain, and only there will you discover who you are, and who you truly were, and who you will be. Trust in yourself, and trust in others.”


You both walk down the stairs to see Marigold Merriweather rubbing Slate’s belly. “Kitty, kitty, kitty!”

Slate says, “Hm… I’m enjoying this too much!”

Gemma holds out her hand, and Miss Merriweather quickly stands up and gives her the agreed price: Twenty gold. “Is there anything else?”

Miss Merriweather shakes her head. “Nope!”

“Well, feel free to come back at any time!” She says. “Or if you’d like, you can stay here the night, I am cooking dinner!” The pixies cheer with high-pitched squeals.

> We should go
> Sure, we can stay
> Write in

>>32699839
>> Sure, we can stay
Help cleanup after Lanius

>>32699839
>We should go

>>32699839
>> Sure, we can stay

Rolled 17

>>32699839
>> Sure, we can stay

> Sure, we can stay

You all sit at Gemma’s table in the dining room upstairs. Gemma has set out a plate of pure leafy greens, with some carrots, fruits, cabbages, and anything generally not made of meat. The girl has an acquired taste, but Miss Merriweather doesn’t seem to mind. Around you, pixies eat their food, talking to each other, whistling and chattering and singing. Gemma happily indulges them by feeding food off of her plate.

Miss Merriweather says, “So why are you living alone with all these pixies?”

Gemma says, “They are, honestly speaking, my only friends. I honestly cannot stand the regular people who disregard the magic of this world, ignore it and just regard it as just there. It’s a spiritual thing, to learn and enlighten yourself with. These pixies came to me naturally, and while most people regard them as pests, they are social creatures. And I love them for that.”

“Is that why you don’t have a boyfriend?” asks Miss Merriweather innocently.

Gemma’s eye twitches a bit. “I don’t need one.”

You say, “Still, it must get tiring living alone.”

“I occasionally venture into town, but I rarely if ever talk to the populace,” says Gemma.

Miss Merriweather looks around. “Where’s Slate?”

“Oh, Slate is guarding the door. He came to me one day, attracted by all the pixies, and we simply found a common understanding for one another,” she says.

> Retire for the Evening
> Talk to Gemma (Topic?)
> Talk to Miss Merriweather (Topic?)
> See where Slate is
> Write in

Rolled 79

>>32700334
>> See where Slate is

>>32700334
>> See where Slate is

Disregard girls, acquire spellcats

>>32700334
Talk to the pixies about supernatural stuff

>>32700334
>See where Slate is

Even if only because Clay was best character in Magic Shop.

>>32700334
>> Talk to Miss Merriweather (Do you have a boyfriend then?)
>> See where Slate is

>>32700334
> Talk to Miss Merriweather (Do you have a boyfriend then?)
> See where Slate is

Rolled 76

>>32700334
>> Talk to Miss Merriweather (Topic?)

>>32700334
> Talk to Miss Merriweather
> Talk to Gemma
Hear about where they came from. What about their families. maybe it'll jog our memory about ours.

> See where Slate is

“Hello, Slate.” You sit down next to Slate at the door as the girls talk upstairs. The night is beginning to set. Slate sits at the window, wagging him smoking tail as he watches outside.

“Hello, Cloak,” says Slate. “How was dinner?”

“I would not know,” you say. “I do not eat.”

“Neither do I,” says Slate. “Shame really, I assume Gemma’s cooking is delightful.”

“Same,” you say. “How long have you been with Gemma?”

“Three years,” says Slate. “Not too long, but they have been exciting regardless. The pixies are kind of annoying though. Always tickling me when I try to relax or always trying to get my attention. Childish.”

You nod. “I can only imagine. Pixies are not known for being able to read emotions very well.”

Slate nods. “Of course. Cloak, what is your business?”

“Finding the Golden Fountain. I feel compelled to that goal, it is the only thing I can really remember,” you say.

“That is a shame,” says Slate. “I cannot imagine how horrific it is, not knowing who you are, who you once were.” Slate says, “Sometimes I wish I could be human. Or any species in general. Just to feel what it is like to fall in love, or taste well-cooked food.”

You say, “Well, the Golden Fountain-“

“Is a myth,” says Slate. “I am sorry, Cloak, that is the reality.”

> “I should go.”
> “I refuse to believe it.”
> “Perhaps you are right.”
> Write in

>>32700628
>> “I refuse to believe it.”
I have nothing else but to believe it to be true

>>32700628
>> “I refuse to believe it.”
oh and did any kings make their thrones on huge mountians?

>>32700628
> Renegade Interrupt
> "I refuse to believe it."

>>32700628
> “I should go.”

Shepard, pls

Rolled 39

>>32700628
>> “Perhaps you are right.”
But it is my task while I remain. Perhaps it isnt the destination that is important but the journey instead. In any case, I will continue upon my path."

>>32700628
> “I refuse to believe it.”

> “I refuse to believe it.”

“I will not believe in such a thing. I know it exists, my mind is made up,” you say.

“And what will you wish for when you find it?” asks Slate. “If you even find it.”

“I do not know.” You stand up, looking out at the glowing sunset with him. “All I know is that I will find it, whether it takes me a year or a hundred.” You nod to Slate. “Good night, Slate.”

“I will be here if you wish to talk,” says Slate.

You walk back upstairs to see Gemma and Miss Merriweather talking again over what appear to be mugs of alcohol. You pick up the bottle to check what it is.

Luna’s Light Lemonade.

Hm. Sounds strong.

Gemma groans. “I’ve never had another person who understands me! Even my family cast me out into the cold when I told them how much I loved the magic of nature and why I would never work on the farm with them!” She cries, her cheeks flushed with the influences of alcohol.

Miss Merriweather meanwhile, simply sits and listens. Her mug is still completely full.

Gemma says, “Oh! I knew it was a bad idea to break out the alcohol! I must look like a complete idiot!”

“No, no,” says Miss Merriweather, nervously. “It’s fine.”

“But all this and that and all that!” Gemma slams her head on the table.

…

Miss Merriweather says, “I think she’s passed out.” She looks at you. “My goodness, I never realized that such a nature-loving girl could be such an alcoholic.”

You shrug. “Loneliness does things to you.” The pixies all gather around her, concerned. You say to them, “Do not worry, she is fine.”

> Retire for the Evening
> Talk to Miss Merriweather (Topic?)
> Help the Pixies bring Gemma to bed
> Write in

>>32701018
>> Help the Pixies bring Gemma to bed

>>32701018
>> Help the Pixies bring Gemma to bed

> Talk to Miss Merriweather (Her family)

Rolled 64

>>32701018
>> Talk to Miss Merriweather (Topic?)
>> Help the Pixies bring Gemma to bed

>>32701018
> Talk to Miss Merriweather (Topic?)
> Help the Pixies bring Gemma to bed
Ask her about Merriweather's family? Is she on good terms with them?

> Talk to Miss Merriweather (Topic?)
> Help the Pixies bring Gemma to bed

You and Miss Merriweather carefully lift Gemma up and take her to her room. “Miss Merriweather, are you on better terms with your family than Miss Germain is?”

Miss Merriweather nods. “Yep! Well, I never knew my mother, but my adoptive father Randall the Red was an excellent father. Lax, but he knew how to take care of me. Other than that, well, my father pretty much was my family. Besides Clay of course, and maybe Norman Niemand.”

You nod. “What were they like?” You both set Gemma down gently. She snores quietly as you pull the blanket over her body. The pixies all laugh and giggle quietly, watching Gemma sleep soundly.

As you leave, Miss Merriweather says, “Oh, well, my father was a great man! A great wizard with amazing abilities and intense concentration that allowed him to create awesome enchantments! And Clay was a greatly efficient spellcat, and a bit of a joker too and I loved that about him!”

You nod. “And Mister Niemand?”

Miss Merriweather shrugs. “He was handsome, smart, kind.” She blushes a little. “Sometimes I wish I had stayed at the city. I probably would’ve had a chance with him. But alas, he and Galena Garrison… well they married. I’m told they’re expecting their first child this month actually!”

You nod again as you settle back to the table. “I see. You regret leaving?”

“Oh, no, not at all!” says Miss Merriweather. “The adventuring life called to me! And I answered! Leaving my family, yes, it was difficult but… I accepted that. I wanted to make something for myself, I want to leave my mark on the world! I mean, these are interesting times we live in! What good would I be just sitting at home?” She sighs. “But… I do wish I had a nice boy to settle down with.”

> “You’ll find one.”
> “You don’t need one.”
> Write in

>>32701417
> “You’ll find one.”

I feel kind of bad but Galena is best knight

>>32701417
>> “You’ll find one.”

"The world is a large place. You just havn't met that special someone."

Headpats

>>32701417
>> “You’ll find one.”

She has her whole life ahead of her

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>>32701417
> “You’ll find one.”

>they’re expecting their first child this month actually!”
Good Job Norman and Galena!

> “You’ll find one.”

“You will find one, Miss Merriweather, I am sure,” you say.

Miss Merriweather smiles at you. “Really?”

“You have a lifetime of possibilities.” You shrug. “Anyone of them could potentially be a spouse.”

Miss Merriweather sighs. “I suppose that’s right, Mister Cloak. What about you though?”

You say, “As much I hate it, falling in love for me would be relatively pointless. Once I am done with my business in this world, I will fade into the afterlife. And even if I still remain, I cannot enjoy the many things that make life worth living. It is why Wandering Spirits seek to end their business as soon as possible.”

Miss Merriweather nods. “I see, I see. Well… thank you, Mister Cloak. For your kind words.”

“Do not mention it. I am only stating a fact.”

Miss Merriweather grins. “Well, I shall retire for the night. We’re sharing a room by the way, unless you want to sleep downstairs with Slate and the pixies.” She walks over to the door. “And as cute as the pixies are, I don’t think it’ll be fun to sleep with them.”

“I do not need to sleep,” you say.

“Oh, right,” says Miss Merriweather. She shrugs.

> Sleep with Miss Merriweather
> Head Downstairs with Slate
> Write in

>>32701715
> Head Downstairs with Slate
see if there any books to read to pass the night.

>>32701715
I don't know.....what to do?

But we don't sleep and I think it;s rude to just stand around while a lady is sleeping so.

> Head Downstairs with Slate

>>32701715
read books with Slate

>>32701715
>> Head Downstairs with Slate

> Head Downstairs with Slate

You sit down next to Slate downstairs. You hear the quiet snoring and sleeping of the pixies all around the room. Slate does not look pleased as he sits on the windowsill.

“Back so soon?” he says.

“I felt it would be awkward to sleep with Miss Merriweather tonight,” you say. “In hindsight, the progress I wanted to make today was irrelevant, considering Lanius and Gemma.”

Slate says, “You will find that on journeys, there will be unexpected detours and misrouting. Things like that make the journey a bit more exciting.”

“I suppose so,” you say. “Slate. Have you ever been on a journey like this?”

“No, and I have no desire to,” says Slate.

You nod. “I see. Are there are any books to read around here?” Slate nods, motioning over to the big book resting next to him. You pick it up and flip through the pages with your ghostly fingers. It is a big about the history of Valaer. And all that entails. Over six-hundred pages of lore.

Hmph. You suppose you could pass the night with a light read.

>>32702129
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hJ9rM1DsJwI

That's it for today's thread of Wandering Spirit Quest. Next thread will be decided on at a later date, so stay tuned.

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See you next time.

>>32702155
Thanks Schteel! This was a great thread.

>>32702155
That was lovely. Thanks!

>>32701417
>She blushes a little. “Sometimes I wish I had stayed at the city. I probably would’ve had a chance with him. But alas, he and Galena Garrison… well they married. I’m told they’re expecting their first child this month actually!”

2cute4me

>>32702155
Thank you for the thread!

>>32702241
I hope that Marriweather makes it though the end of this quest, she needs to return back home and become the official Auntie/God Mother to that little baby. Lord knows that Galena will want a baby sitter once in awhile.

>>32702389

I doubt that this quest will have a high body count, unlike All Quiet on the Western Front Strike Witch edition.

>>32702441
I do hope that Schteel is happier with this quest than that one.

I'm sorry, but I am shamelessly bumping this because I mean to read it in about an hour and don't want it falling off before then because fuck archives.

My apologies to GermanSchteel. My apologies to non-questing /tg/. My apologies to the questers who will suffer for my selfishness.