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>>35978220

Owen stands beside you with a white knuckled grip on his bow and a complexion to match. You don’t see any grievous wounds on him, but time will tell. Elric tends to be favoring a leg, and you note a long scratch raked across his face. Caldur is continuously looking at Ned, his newly deceased brother, and where he lay off the trail. His breaths are shallow, and you can barely make out his murmuring. “That didn’t sound like no hounds.”

“Aye, Caldur.” Your father seems to have avoided serious injury thus far, but a ragged-looking Reddard leans on him for support. “Those were no hounds: It’s Fallen. Sounds like at least a handful.”

Elric looks at your father incredulously. “Fallen? They haven’t been seen in these parts in years! Lights save us, we’re doomed-“

“Shutit, Elric.” Reddard manages to steady himself on his good side, but the gash along his upper torso needs to be seen to soon. “We run. Gotta run. Thems Fallen; I know. Heard’ems damn chatter n’ blow’ir horns enough to know. Hellsbedamned. You all have to run. Leave’m old Reddard here and git!” The old man falls into a coughing fit after that. Your father supports him, and turns to you.

“Adrien, he’s right. There’s no way we can take on a group of Fallen as it is. All of you, run- Caldur can carry Reddard. I’ll slow them down as best I can-“

“I see them!” Owen points a finger to the west and there, surely enough, tiny forms and torches can be seen in the treeline.

There they are. Felhunters. Demons. The Fallen.

>cont.

>>35978291

“Shit! We’re out of time. Take Reddard,” Your father takes the old man bodily and hefts him onto Caldur’s shoulders. Caldur, for what it’s worth, takes the old man but can only look at your father and whine for his brother. “Ned! Ned-!... NED!”

“Yes, I know Caldur, but there’s nothing we can do! Now go!” Your father pushes Caldur down the path and ushers you to go with them.

You refuse.

“I’m staying with you. It’ll give the others more time!” You move to support your father behind some trees, spear and shield at the ready. He looks at you, pain apparent in his eyes.

There’s tension in his jaw. He looks like he’s about to say something, but he relents.

“Fine.” His eyes turn back to the Fallen making their ways toward you. “I want you to know… I’m proud of you. May the Light watch over us.”

“And work through us.”

>cont. One more post left for intro.

>>35978329

Your breaths are quick, and sound wholly too loud. You gather the hood of your cloak about your mouth and pray to the Light and every saint you know. The chatter of the demons gets louder. Closer. You make note from behind your brushcover that there are 5 of them total: Four smaller, more impish figures carrying crude weapons and torches; the other is a behemoth. Standing at about half a height taller than the tallest man you know, with hulking shoulders and a great club. You can feel the vibrations of its steps through the very earth.

Your father throws a whisper to you: “Pick out the closest one to you and strike as they pass us.”

“Right.” Your reply is a harsh croak, and the cold air stings at the rawness of your throat.

You try to sound sure, but the unevenness of your breath and your knuckles betray you.

Closer. Closer. You watch the beasts as they scramble past you, onto the trail. There is but a few breaths in the silent dark, every muscle in your body coiled like a spring. Your spear glints in the light. The Fallen seem to sniff at the air, and one looks at the tracks beneath them. They seem to pick out the direction the men went, and begin to communicate with each other.

Steady-

Your father lets out a roar, and charges the demons. You follow, your legs screaming. One step. Two. Three. Your father’s sword pierces the neck of one of Imps, and your spear meets the breast of another.

The Overseer lets out a bone-shaking roar, and swings its huge club down on you. You duck under, but your father’s sword sticks and the club clips him. A grunt, and he is thrown over. You turn to face the demons, stepping in front of your father to protect him. The Overseer barks at the two remaining imps. They run off down the trail, leaving you with the Overseer to deal with. The beast roars at you, and you charge it with your spear.

> Rolled a 3

“For the Light!” But all that comes next is darkness.

>roll me 5 1d100 for consciousness

Rolled 53, 76, 86, 12, 3 = 230 (5d100)

>>35978429
Fuck, an Overseer already? We shoulda run lol.

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>35978429

>>35978478
Dude, he said 5 1d100s, I think he means from other people.

Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>35978429
>The Overseer lets out a bone-shaking roar, and swings its huge club down on you
Don't they usually use whips?

>>35978503
If that's true he can just use my first and ignore the other four. I've seen QM's ask for 5d100 with a variety of phrasing before. This way eliminates any chance of me having to roll twice.

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>>35978519
In D2 the overseers like Shenk(?) did use whips. The D3 mobs do not that I know of. See pic.

>>35978429

Mood Music: http://youtu.be/uzIdc4sFzsI

It feels like every bone in your body is broken. There is darkness, and there is pain.

Your eyes flicker open and closed. Fingers: moving. Toes: moving. You open your eyes again. Clouded vision, and it's like cotton is in your ears. Did you drink too much again? No, no drinking...

The ringing in your eyes begins to subside to the sounds of battle. You can hear the guttural screams, curses, and howls of the Overseer punctuated by your father’s voice. Your father…

Your father.

Your eyes snap open, and your mind races. You try to stand- but your legs won’t respond like they should. It’s like holiday pudding. And it’s so cold… So cold. You’re so tired. You slump back onto the ground. Your eyes shut again. You just want to rest…

“Adrien.”

A cold, hollow voice fills your head. It cuts through the fog and the pain like a dagger, and there is a sudden jolt in the back of your skull.

“The light shall burn, Adrien. Does it burn in you?”

The voice is commanding, ringing, echoing inside your head. Now the jolt has spread into a fire: down your throat, across your chest, through your limbs. Where your talisman lay in its pocket there is a sharp burning as it vibrates against you.

You muse on this, confusion again washing over you, when you hear a scream; your head whips around to the source, and you see your father being thrown bodily into a tree. There is a loud crunch, and then nothing. The Felhunter walks towards him, slowly, bellowing its aggression at Danar’s still form.

“Will you slay this demon, Adrien? Or will more have to succumb to the wrath of the Burning Hells? Do you just want to lay here and die? What do you want, Adrien?”

>What say you, Hero? First post to be third-ed wins.
>Write-in. Roll 1d100 with your post.

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>35978796
>I want to live.

>>35978831
So, Tasha best waifu - amiright?

Though, personally, I think the overseer may just be yandere for us and we're misinterpreting this.

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Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>35978831
>>35978796
This is good. We're gunna polish Tasha real good after this

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>35978796
"I want life, a family, a village. I want to experience all that the world has to offer and more. I want to go down in history as a great man. I'll not have my saga ended here."

>>35978796

"I want to save my father. I want to kill these beasts that threaten my friends, my home. I want to move - I will not do nothing."

"I will not do nothing! The light burns within me!"

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>>35978831
>>35978908
>>35978942

I would like to check something with you guys:

Do you want the update to come soon, or is it alright if I wait for some more votes and a "third" to come in?

Also, thanks for playing, welcome, etc. If you have any questions ask away.

>>35979100
I'm ok with whatever you want to do.
That said, if a while passes and no more votes are cast I'd just go with the majority.

>>35979100
It's generally alright to pick out common themes once all the votes come in and work it the way you want it.

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>>35978796

“I want to live.” You find yourself actually saying this out loud. Your hands grasp at the cold dirt and grass before you as you once again try to will your legs into moving.

“A dog wants to live, human. The tiny populous of your gut Wants. To. Live." The voice has lost its regal tone and is now mocking, demanding. "What gives you light, human? What makes you worth living?”

“I want to live. And I want my father to live. My family, my village.” A shooting pain up your side, and you cry out. “I want to experience all that the world has to offer and more. I want to be a great man, and go down in history. I’ll not have my saga ended here!”

“You have no IDEA what the world OFFERs, HUMAN. You are but a moving amalgamation of meat, of flesh. And, now, you are an UNMOVING pile of meat. You are on the verge of death. What makes you worthy of the light, Adrien? Why does it burn in you?”

You press yourself up onto your arms and watch as the Felbeast lifts your father, his head slumping over, and throws him bodily. Another crunch. “No!” You cry out, and reach for the spear laying next to you.

“WHO ARE YOU TO THE LIGHT, MORTAL?”

The voice is burning, hissing, steaming, echoing inside of you now. Your head feels as if it will burst.

>83

You snap. You change. The light fills you.
“I AM ADRIEN, SON OF DANAR BEFORE ME.” Where before your voice was tired and afraid, it is now rings like church bells. The vibrations in your chest come to a crescendo, and a fiery glow illuminates the ground before you. You push yourself, and your feet finally find their way, though you know naught how, and you stand. Your spear clenched tightly in front of you, you face the beast. Your voice rings out in the woods before you.

“I BURN WITH THE LIGHT BECAUSE I WILL IT SO!” The overseer almost looks confused as it turns to you, shining white in the darkness. It roars, readying its club again for another strike.

>Duck
>Block
>Parry

>roll 1d100

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>35979509
>Duck

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>>35979570
>>35979509
We're good

>>35979570
>>35979587

I find it funny how the rolls are just either fantastically ass-kicking or shit.
A first roll like that certainly does make it easy on you guys...

>writing

>>35979728
First time posting in the quest so just chalk it up to beginners luck.

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>>35979752
It's because you're badass, Anon. Let's be honest.

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>>35979773
>compliments his players for rolling good
Best QM NA

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>>35979773
Aww shucks.

>>35979509

You find that the club travels in a smooth, slower arc now where before it was quicker than you could react to. The light filling your body must have quickened your reactions, because you find yourself under and away from danger before the club has reached you and your own spear lodged into the shin of the Demon before it can lash out at you again. The Overseer howls in pain, and tries to hit you on the backswing. But you are already dancing away, out of its reach. Your new speed is incredible, and your limbs feel stronger than ever.

Your spear lashes out again, this time towards the right arm. The beast narrowly shrugs away from the flashing steel of your spear, receiving a large gash for its troubles. Its blood pools about its feet, and it curses at you in its unintelligible tongue. It drops its club, its left arm clutching at the wound, and roars at you. Bellowing, it sets itself lower on its feet and prepares to charge at you headfirst.

How do you meet the beast?

>Piercing Fury
>Resonance Shield
>Holy Hammer

>Roll 1d100 with your post. Majority wins.

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>35980066
>Holy Hammer

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>35979509
>Holy Hammer
I've never played Diablo but this sounds good.

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>>35980066
I just want to make a note that "Holy Hammer" is in honor of the Anon last thread that repeatedly spammed HOLY HAMMER.

Godspeed, you glorious motherfucker.

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Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>35980066
>Holy Hammer
We Paladin now?

>>35980257
>>35980231
>>35980153
We should probably reconsider the type of paladin were going to be.

>>35980257
>>35980285

Warning! Warning! You are getting ahead of the plot train! Please step back into the vehicle or the QM WILL TERMINATE YOU.

Thank you, and have a nice day!

>None of this post is to be taken seriously. I'm glad you guys are already talking about this, as it will be a major branch in the plot very soon.

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>>35980285
We're paladin of the weak and damned. We combine our shield with our spear and then become greater

>>35980257
>>35980153
>>35980231

Rather below average rolls. Players, you must sacrifice more goats to the dice gods!

>writing

>>35980341
We seem to be pretty good at evading attacks and inspiring our companions.

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>35980435
Dice?

>>35980462
He's saying that we should try and be more lucky.

Welcome back OP! Thanks for archiving the thread. Really makes my job more interesting to be at when my boss isn't looking at my screen.

>>35980502
all the good rolls get sucked into Diety quest

>>35980633
Well, they have to go somewhere in the absence of Glorp

>>35980066

Time itself has been made to slow around you. The world shudders and shakes, then grinds to a near halt.

The Overseer has its arms poised to meet you, claws beared. Its teeth are set in a menacingly fanged snarl. You take a moment to note each vein, muscle, and bone on the rampaging demon. Where before you were afraid, now you are determined. You are the light, and you shall burn away the darknes-

“Time for your first lesson, mortal.”

The voice fills your head again. It is but a cold wisp on your thoughts, barely alighting upon them but filling your mind with an invigorating briskness. You see twin glowing points in your mind’s eye, and you know this to be your visitor looking upon you.

“You will slay this beast with my help, and then together we will go on to root out the darkness so prevalent in this plane.”

“Who are you?” In your mind it is barely a whisper; a lonely, solitary thought. You have not felt fear, yet, from this being – but what is it doing? What does it want from you?

“What I want is the expulsion of evil, MORTAL; I want the Eternal CONFLICT to end, with darkness where it BELONGS: in the Burning HELLS.” Its speech is punctuated by bursts of bright light and flame – or your imagination of them. It is hard to tell, this being so dominating your consciousness.

“That does not matter now.” A light flows over your hands, the activity visible to you even in this slowed scene. “You will wield the Harmony of the Heavens now, and smite this foe."

"Repeat after me: EN’TUIEL; MAK DREMMELCH, DO’NAH. SEN RU’JAL, SEN RU’MIIR.”

You do not hear the words so much as have the phrases burned into your memory; you know them. It feels as if you always knew them.

> SKILL LEARNED: Holy Hammer. Active skill. Sing the Great Harmony into your weapon, and smite your foe with a HEAVY ATTACK.

>cont.

>>35980726

Time begins to unwind from its temporary slumber, and you feel the force holding your limbs unravel.

>48

Unfortunately, you weren’t quite ready, and you realize that time you could have spent chanting was wasted.

The beast still charges at you.

“Whatttt are you DOING, you FOOL?” The voice sparks and ignites again, hissing like water thrown upon some great furnace.

“E-En’Tuie-l; Ma-mak Drem-“ You try to catch up, to utter the phrase before the beast reaches you; you only end up stuttering in confusion.

There is a sudden weightlessness, then a pain – distant pain? You think for a moment – and then you are lifted bodily onto the skull and shoulders of the overseer.

>What do?

>Roll 1d100 with your post. Best of first three. Consensus or first to be third-ed wins.

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>35980809
Who needs magic hammer? Stab spear into eyes.
Also, did we just fly?

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>35980809
Stab that fucker in his fucking head then skull bash him with our shield

>>35980809
Try and wriggle free

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>>35980906
>>35980901

Will anons beat the DC? Will they crit fail? Oh, the delicious tension....

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Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>35980809

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>>35981023
>>35980906
>>35980901

If someone gives me some awesome fight music or something really creative to add to the fight scene I will give you all a boost.

How does that deal sound?

>>35981023
>>35980906
>>35980901
>“Whatttt are you DOING, you FOOL?”

>>35981087
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c71RCAyLS1M
This what you looking for? I feel it's fitting for these rolls.

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>>35981123

>mfw
>You think this is funny, anon? You think this is some sort of game?

It is.

>>35981087
Here ya go!
https://youtube.com/watch?v=xVU6o7xg_Lo

>>35981087
Here's the only thing snow related I could find since I'm on mobile.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Zj5fezE20XA&list=LLDNMFgoh2-s1_-Eqtx0Wmxw

>>35981192
>+1 "You don't suck as much" bonus.
Ya'll motherfuckers lucky this gracious Anon saved the day!
>motherfucking Tiny Tim in my quest
>My grimdark DIABLO quest!

I'm just kidding. I love you guys.

>writing

I'm proud no one used Holy Diver.
We gotta save that shit for when we really need it.

>>35980809

>Laughingdicegods.jpg
>Herald has received sufficient tribute.
>Ridiculous fight scene modo, ENGAGE!

“I haveee no USE for you, MORTAL, if you cannot kill this lowly DEMON with what power I have ALREADY graciously GIVEN YOU!”

The voice’s – you really need to learn the bastard’s name (“I heard that!”) – words ring through your head again. The holy phrasing pulses in a dark part of your brain again, but you ignore it. There are more pressing matters. For starters, you’re hanging onto the bucking form of a Felhunter, a large Demon brute that just maimed your father. You shall not befall a similar fate.

“Hells-damn this shite.”

You let your spear and shield fall around you. The beast flings you about again, but this time your feet catch on the trunk of a large tree, and you push and twist your body. The beast falters, then roars and renews its struggling.

You tighten your grip on its horns, and push off the trunk towards the ground, towing the beast’s top half with you. Your feet hit solid earth, and the beast is now on all fours, pushing against you. Its breath comes out in steamy plumes, and you stop one of its hands reaching towards its club. No chance of that.
“Feel my wrath, HELLSPAWN!” Your eyes burn with holy fire, and the skin and hair around them crack. Like a drain burst open, the holy power flows through you as you draw upon the bright connection in your mind’s eyes.

“EN’TUIEL; MAK DREMMELCH, DO’NAH.”

The feet and hands of the demon shift on the ground towards you. Its top half begins to rise, slowly, as you curl your arms inwards and upwards. The overseer is now screaming, hollering, snorting. Its feet scrabble against snow as its hands hold the base of its horns. You continue to pull and twist.

“…SEN RU’JAL, SEN RU’MIIR!”

The holy power is yours to control, to shape, and to use. Every muscle in your body clenches as you bring the beast up, up, up… And you toss it

>cont.

>>35981566

There is nothing. Nothing but quiet.

The beast hits the earth with a great thundering, Its body strewn amongst tree and brush, you have moments to make your move before it gets up again. It is time to finish this.

“WHATTT was that, you sod-ridden FOOL of a bOY?”

You have no time to talk. Already your spear is in your hands, and you approach the twitching, noisy mess that is the demon. You stand before it, light gathering at the head of your spear. You almost feel disgust that you feared this thing, that you let it get the best of you… This monster.

>FINISH HIM
>How do you finish the beast, anons? No rolls. Consensus or first to third wins.

>>35981649
Smite!

>>35981649
Quickly slay the beast by driving your spear into its heart.

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>>35981649
Carve its heart out and eat it. Gain its essence and use it to smite the darkness

>>35981649
Stab it through the throat and sever the spine.

>>35981767
I am stealing this image and using it wherever I can.

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>>35981789
eheheh, I thought you might.

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>suplex.jpg

>Mfw

>>35981844
Did Sabin start off suplexing trains?
No he had to work up to it. I agree that it's awesome but we need to work up to it.

Hey guys, the thread has been archived at suptg. Thank you for participating. It was a lot of fun, once again! If you had fun, please consider upvoting the thread. If not, downvote dat bitch.

Again, questions? concerns? insults? things you liked or disliked?

I'll be around to answer or address things for the rest of the night.

>>35982062
D-did we just fucking toss an overseer like it was a little bitch?

>>35982062
Enjoyed it.

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>>35982062
So, does this takes place in canon Diablo universe? When does this take place and are you going to introduce any other deities besides the angels, demons, and other entities already established?

>>35982399

This is canon, but outside of the events of d3. You are not the Nephalemon. I'm keeping that as it autocorrected to lemon.

You are 18, and the destruction of arreat happened roughly around your birth. 20 years separates 2 and 3. You should explore your backstory in story in town.

Yes, you suplexed s bitch.

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>>35982501
>Yes, you suplexed s bitch.

>>35982501
>Nephalemon is now new name in quest
I'm okay with this.

>>35982501
Does anyone have any criticisms or suggestions regarding combat? My first priority for the quest is improving the system/style I use.

>>35983544
I think it's good. It's simple and easy and although the dice gods fucked us, it adds variety.

Rolled 8 (1d100)

Fucking holy hammer in d2 is op

NOTHING HAS IMMUNITY TO HOLY HAMMER

GOOGLE HAMMERDIN YOUTUBE, AND DESPAIR

>>35984284

FUCK YOU WITH WHIRLWIND ATTACK DICE GODS

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>35984284