>>39388377

“This should be it, the Trebain House.”
Oster gives you a sideways glance as he guides you and Hiss forward.

The mansion before you is rather small, particularly when compared to the Mayor’s grand house back in Melire. A low-lying green-roofed building sitting within a small fenced off grounds. To get here Oster walked the two of you through almost two hours worth of Taldenral before reaching a district where the streets were cleaner and emptier, the buildings more spaced out and guards looking at you suspiciously. Hiss’ appearance alone was enough to clear you through most of them however.

The doorman looks the three of you down, clearly dismissing both you and Oster as servants before giving a small bow to Hiss, who only smirks in response. For better or for worse, Hiss actually looks like a noble of some sort.
“Good morning, your...ladyship? What business do you have with Lady Trebain?”

There’s just one problem as Hiss opens her mouth to reply. She doesn’t sound like a noble at all. She learned her words from you and thus sounds like a peasant dressed up in noble rags. That could be a problem.

> Answer for her. “Her ladyship wishes to speak with Lady Trebain on the matter of her recently acquired wizard.”

> Answer for her. “Her ladyship is not here for Lady Trebain, she only seeks audience with Eugene the Yellow.”

> “We’re just here for the wizard, you can ask him about Cennen if you want.”

> Let Hiss do the talking.

> Go around to the servant’s entrance.

> Other

>>39388390
Pray to Hiss to sound more like Nobility, She ought to have picked up how to speak properly(by noble standards) from the mayor of Melire.
> Answer for her. “Her ladyship is not here for Lady Trebain, she only seeks audience with Eugene the Yellow.”

>>39388390
> Answer for her. “Her ladyship is not here for Lady Trebain, she only seeks audience with Eugene the Yellow.”

>>39388390
>> Answer for her. “Her ladyship is not here for Lady Trebain, she only seeks audience with Eugene the Yellow.”
Remember everybody, if we can figure out flight we can recreate snakes on a plane, and it'd be glorious. Also we've confirmed Eugen does weird shit to potions, particularly when dandelions are used in them, in theory we might be able to use that potion as a massive "fuck you" to someone by poisoning them with it. We've shown it will occupy someone for at least two hours minimum before anyone can help them.

> Answer for her. “Her ladyship is not here for Lady Trebain, she only seeks audience with Eugene the Yellow.”

You direct a quick wordless prayer to Hiss to do her best to sound like a member of nobility. She ate most of the Mayor, didn't she?
And just in case, you answer for her.
"Her ladyship is not here for Lady Trebain, she only seeks audience with Eugene the Yellow."

The doorman wrinkles his brow.
"And what does she want with the wizard?"

"I...would like to hire his services," Hiss starts, speaking with a different accent than normal, one closer to the original Avling of the first settlers. It's a little shaky but the doorman nods.

"Very well, I will inform her ladyship."

Wait, do you want that?

> Try to get him not to tell her, it's Eugene's business only.

> Nobble him.

> Accept that.

> See if you can sneak in and find Eugene and let Hiss and Oster deal with Lady Trebain.

> Other

>>39388645
Also if we study his potion and the shapeshifting enough we will be a bit closer to master rank in alchemy

>>39388668
>> Other
We could literally play off of the fact that we're an idiot who has no idea how magic or wizards works and just knows that the word sounds scary enough to abuse for power.

>>39388668
> See if you can sneak in and find Eugene and let Hiss and Oster deal with Lady Trebain.
suggest that hiss uses a name other than hiss if she has to introduce herself

>>39388668
> See if you can sneak in and find Eugene and let Hiss and Oster deal with Lady Trebain.
I'll Try and speed this up guys. Oster Give Hiss a helping Hand. Hiss please don't call yourself Hiss. Also good job on the accent change.

> See if you can sneak in and find Eugene and let Hiss and Oster deal with Lady Trebain.

This place doesn't look like it has a lot of staff. There aren't even any guards aside from the doorman himself. So when he opens the gate to let the three of you pass through, you begin to sidle off to the side.

You can't say anything out loud so you direct another prayer begging Hiss to use a different name and to occupy the Lady Trebain for as long as possible.
Hiss stares at you and looks annoyed but she doesn't say anything so you guess she's going to back your plan if only more by default than anything else.

You attempt to disengage from the rest of them while the doorman is occupied. Roll a d100 for stealth.

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>39388914
with Cennen like tread.

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>39388914

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>39388914

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>39388952
Haha fuck

This proves without a doubt Cennen is fucking useless without Hiss either being in danger or being able to back him up.

>>39389037
Well at least we're not still using average of rolls

>>39389078
Thank god for that. Still sad my 40 was the best one though.

>>39389037
We just need to make more badass experimental brews, that's what we're best for

Well, it doesn't go disastrously at least. You simply attempt to sidle off out of the doorman's view before he takes you to the front door but the doorman's head turns to keep watch of you the entire time.
Now you just look completely suspicious. Excellent.

The three of you are deposited within a small drawing room containing a single couch and a scattering of chairs around an exquisitely carved wooden table.
As soon as the doorman leaves, Oster chuckles.
"What was that supposed to be?"

"Cennen was just trying to be helpful," Hiss stands up for you. "The operative word being 'trying'."
No wait, she isn't standing up for you at all. She starts laughing too.

> "Well if you have a better idea, I'd like to hear it!"

> Just sit here and wait.

> "We should go over our plan."

> Use a brew (Specify)

> Other

>>39389145
> "Well if you have a better idea, I'd like to hear it!"

>>39389145
Trying to speed this up since we're going to be here all night "being entertained" otherwise. Apparently my sneaking skills are rusty. Not been much call for it. So DO you two have any ideas on how to expedite this?

> "Well if you have a better idea, I'd like to hear it!"

"I don't want to be here all day being 'entertained', we're just here for the damn wizard. And yeah, I'm not great at sneaking I guess. Do you two have any better ideas?"

"I have one," Hiss says. "We wait for Lady Trebain to join us and then I ensnare her soul. Easy."

"Your gaze doesn't work on everyone, Hiss. She has to be scared of you."

She does her best to look coy and fails miserably.
"That can be arranged."

> "No, this is a bad idea."

> "I'm for it!"

> Other

>>39389458
> "No, this is a bad idea."
That should be more of a last resort

>>39389458
> "No, this is a bad idea."
Ophi, what do you think?

>>39389458
And if she has any guards We'll have a fight on our hands, which will blow our cover. Or lord Forbid she has Eugene guarding her, that'd be self defeating at that point. A noble disappearing or acting odd draws attention. The kind we don't need.

>>39389458
> "I'm for it!"

> "No, this is a bad idea."

You stop for a moment. How best to put this?
"I don't think that's a good idea, Hiss. Nobles are sort of important, I think. People will notice if one goes missing."

"I'm not going to eat her, Cennen. Just hypnotize her."

"But what if she has guards with her? Or if she has Eugene guarding her? The whole plan is gone!"

Oster strokes his chin.
"I hate to interrupt you two lovebirds but have you had a good look at the painting on the wall there?"

"No."

"What care do I have for human art?"

"Well," Oster continues. "I don't know a lot about paintings but I don't think their eyes are supposed to move."

You hear something audibly slide shut.

> Shit, cover's broken. Time to fight our way out.

> Sit here and wait.

> Break down the door and just escape.

> Break down the door and go find Eugene.

> See if you can smash down the painting.

> Other

>>39389793
> See if you can smash down the painting.

>>39389793
> See if you can smash down the painting.

>>39389793
> See if you can smash down the painting.
This should be renamed Everything Goes Wrong Quest

>>39389905
>Oh you wanted a nice relationship?
>Too Bad

>>39389793
> Shit, cover's broken. Time to fight our way out.
Just because we love Hiss Ophi doesn't mean she loves us.

> See if you can smash down the painting

You get to your feet fast enough to tip your chair over, nearly tripping over its legs as you rise. The painting is a picture of a demure young red-haired woman in a blue dress.

You don't hesitate, not even for a second as you curl your hand into a fist and smash it into the painting's face. You meet almost zero resistance, the canvas falling away to reveal a door sized hole in the wall that opens into a small passage that seems to go between the walls themselves.
The doorman is sitting inside, a crossbow in his hands. He raises it as a threat, pointing it first at you and then at Hiss.
"Both of you stay back or I'll put a bolt right between your eyes!"

You can hear Oster pacing behind you, his sword drawn but unable to act. It's he who talks next.
"So it's only you who knows?"

"I knew there was something strange about you! Don't move! I'll shoot!"

You doubt you can reach him before he can fire the crossbow. You're close but not that close. Hiss seems to be having the same doubts.

"Now all of you sit back down real quiet-like now," the doorman says. "You won't be getting to her ladyship."

"Getting to whom?"
The actual door opens behind all of you. It's a stout woman in a red cloak and dress, her graying hair done up in a bun. Behind her you glimpse something very yellow.
The woman, surely Lady Trebain, peers at the whole situation with an ever-increasing grimace.
"Just what is going on here?"

> Use the distraction to disarm the doorman.

> Nobble her!

> Call out to Eugene.

> Do your best to make sure Hiss and Oster don't kill anyone right now.

> Through the window!

> "This isn't what it looks like, I swear." Do your best to explain yourselves somehow. Lie like crazy.

> Other

>>39390269
> Use the distraction to disarm the doorman.
Your doorman was being a spying little shit and we took offense. He seems to be under the impression we want to hurt you. Actually I just want to Talk to yon Yellow Dandelion wizard behind you/

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>>39390269
> Call out to Eugene.

>>39390269
> Call out to Eugene.

>>39390269
> "This isn't what it looks like, I swear." Do your best to explain yourselves somehow. Lie like crazy.

> Call out to Eugene.

Okay, this could go really wrong really quickly if you aren't careful. But you'd recognize those awful colors anywhere.
"Eugene! It's me, Cennen! From the boat!"

Hiss rips the crossbow from the doorman's hands, the bolt discharging into the wall only inches away from your head. She jumps in surprise while you do your best to not freak out.

Lady Trebain turns slightly, allowing the garish yellow wizard a look into the room.
"Eugene, dear...you know these people?"

"Ah! Cennen! Hullo! And the others! You're just in time! I've been trying more alchemy but I just can't seem to get it down!"

Oh no, he's still on about that.

> "Right now we need your help about something else."

> "I'll be happy to help." Might as well butter him up.

> Speak to Lady Trebain instead and try to explain what's going on.

> Freak the fuck out.

> Other

>>39390567
> "I'll be happy to help." Might as well butter him up.

>>39390567
>> Speak to Lady Trebain instead and try to explain what's going on.
Yes we met on a ship on the way here.
> "I'll be happy to help." Might as well butter him up.

>>39390567
> "I'll be happy to help." Might as well butter him up.
> Speak to Lady Trebain instead and try to explain what's going on.

>>39390567
> "I'll be happy to help." Might as well butter him up.

> "I'll be happy to help." Might as well butter him up.
> Speak to Lady Trebain instead and try to explain what's going on.

You walk forward slowly, trying to put yourself between the Lady and your two companions. Oster puts his sword away as you pass him while Hiss waves the unloaded crossbow around. It looks like she's trying to figure it out. Something to worry about later.

"Look, this isn't what it looks like. Your doorman was spying and my companions took umbrage. We can pay damages."
Actually, you probably can't pay damages at all. Fuck.
"We're friends of Eugene. We met on the Kuri and we're just dropping by to see him."

"Yeah mum, they really are!" Eugene says. "Cennen was the alchemist I was telling you about! And the lady is the other one. I didn't think we'd ever see each other again!"

He pushes his way past Lady Trebain and shakes your hand vigorously.
"I'll be happy to help you with your alchemy," you say.
Wait. Mum? What.

Lady Trebain wavers.
"Well, if you know them then it's alright. I never liked that portrait anyway."

"Yes, excellent, fantastic!"
Eugene grabs hold of your shoulder.
"Let's get started right away!"

> Ask Eugene just what the hell his deal is.

> Let him take you and your companions to his quarters.

> "Actually, we're here about something else as well..."

> Other

>>39390829
> Let him take you and your companions to his quarters.

Jeez. That was close.

>>39390829
> Let him take you and your companions to his quarters.

>>39390829
> Let him take you and your companions to his quarters.
Was your father a wizard too? How did you become one anyway?

> Let him take you and your companions to his quarters.

"Sure, you can all come! It's just this way."
Eugene ushers you all past Lady Trebain, whose expression seems to state that this is far from the only eccentricity that she's had to put up with.
Eugene shakes Oster's hand too but you note that he keeps a wary distance from Hiss this time.

He guides you down a set of stairs and into what appears to be a basement lit by only a few candles. A mattress is lying on the floor and a large stinking cauldron is sitting over a fireplace. His staff is lying in the corner in a pile of dandelions.
"I've been crashing down here for now."

Alright, this is getting weird. Time to sort this out.
"Lady Trebain is your mother? Was your father a wizard too or something?"

Eugene suddenly looks shifty, one hand coming up to rub his goatee.
"Its uh, complicated. She is and isn't my mother. Best you don't ask about it. Really don't."

> Ask about it.

> Help him with whatever he's got in the cauldron.

> "Look, we need your help."

> Other

>>39391104
> Help him with whatever he's got in the cauldron.
> "Look, we need your help."

>>39391104
> Help him with whatever he's got in the cauldron.
While trying to work in how we need his help

>>39391104
>Help him with whatever he's got in the cauldron.

>>39391104
> Help him with whatever he's got in the cauldron.
> "Look, we need your help."
Use an identification potion to see what's happening when he brews more clearly

> Help him with whatever he's got in the cauldron.
> "Look, we need your help."

You pull an identification potion from your backpack and scull it down as you approach the cauldron.
You can hear Hiss tap her foot impatiently. Odd. When did she pick that habit up? Or maybe the correct answer is from whom.
"Look," Hiss says. "We want your help."
She doesn't make it sound like a request.

"Help? Yeah sure whatever," Eugene says. "But let's talk about this concoction. Don't you think it's marvelous?"

You inspect the cauldron, noting it to be full of sticky red ooze. Your identification brew kicks in a moment later and tells you that it's a potion of small healing. An apprentice-level brew only with enough magic behind it to knock your socks off if you actually drank it.

"I did it! I finally got it right! You won't believe how many rejects I had to go through! What's next?"

"Pardon?"

"Another recipe! I need to start brewing immediately, while I still have the process down."

"Oh, sure."
You give him instructions for yellow dye, something that he might actually find useful. As he shovels together a pile of dandelions as his only ingredients, you decide to pop the question.
"As Hiss was saying, we need your help."

"Yeah, yeah, what with?"
Eugene doesn't really seem to be paying attention.

"There's a ball tomorrow night that we need to attend, the one with the ambassadors. Can you-"

"Get you there? Of course! I was going there anyway, with mum. The one held by the King, yes? About the something-or-other war. Politics isn't really my thing."

"So you can?"
You almost can't believe it. It's all going right. No complications or sudden problems, just a clear affirmative.

"Yes. You'll have to talk about it with mum though, I don't really care for dances."

Oh nevermind, there it is.

1/2

>>39391488
2/2

> Leave him to his work and seek out Lady Trebain. Take Hiss with you.

> Leave him to his work and seek out Lady Trebain. Try to get Hiss to stay in the basement.

> Ask him about these 'rejects' of his.

> Get Hiss or Oster to deal with Lady Trebain while you stay in the basement.

> Brew something while you're down here.

> Show Eugene one of your more advanced potions (shapeshifting brew, souldrift potion, etc) and ask if he can replicate it.

> Other

>>39391517
> Ask him about these 'rejects' of his.
> Brew something while you're down here.
Id potion give him the recipe too
then
> Leave him to his work and seek out Lady Trebain. Take Hiss with you.

>>39391517
> Ask him about these 'rejects' of his.
>Ask if he can make something for us to study to help us with alchemical research
>Teach him to make a tree brew potion

>>39391517
> Get Hiss or Oster to deal with Lady Trebain while you stay in the basement.

>>39391517
>> Leave him to his work and seek out Lady Trebain. Take Hiss with you.
We can probably safely talk about hiss to her, lets face it, she has a wizard for a son, a highly powerful being that has absolutely no social grace is old news for her.

But yeah, we also can ask for some advice from her on how to actually keep hiss from murdering anyone, as she definitely has to deal with that shit if she has a son like hers.

Also has Eugen figured out how to throw magic at dandelion elixr and make it whatever he wants? If so he might have just gone up on the danger scale thanks to us, as alchemy can actually kill people.

>>39391816
I disagree with every part of that first suggestion

>>39391816
What makes you think the dandelion wizard is as murderous as a snake?

How about we phrase it to that lady this way "so, hypothetically speaking, if I were to tell you I'm neck deep in a bunch of magical happenings I have no idea how to deal with, would you happen to have advice?" Keeps us pretty neutral, explains why were friendly with her son (who she knows people don't want to be around), and would allow us to get the help we so desperately need.

>>39391916
No.

>>39391916
Bad idea.

>>39391914
Hes not, but he now the ability to kill and the moral compass of a toddler. Thats asking for trouble.

Hiss, on the other hand, has no value for human life at all, and enjoys eating peoples minds.

>>39391916
We don't want advice and she wouldn't even give us any useful advice. Telling her anything about our situation is an awful idea

>>39391957
Not taking advice is what got us to nearly bad end before.

I literally feel we've been handed a great opportunity here.

Sorry for the delay on this one, was eating.

> Ask him about these 'rejects' of his.
> Leave him to his work and seek out Lady Trebain. Take Hiss with you.

"Rejects? You mean failed brews?"

"Yeah, much like that. They came out with too much magic in 'em. Not what I wanted."

Hm. You could probably use some of these.
"Do you still have them?"

"Of course. Got 'em in a cupboard just down the hall."

"Come on Cennen," Hiss says. "Oster can stay down here and keep watch on him, we have to settle this with the woman."
Her look suggests that she wouldn't mind 'settling' all of this business permanently.

You cast one look back at Eugene and Oster, who just shrugs and sits down in the corner. As you and Hiss climb back up the stairs, Hiss starts talking.
"I still think if you let me hypnotize her-"

"No. I mean, sorry. Please no. Let's just handle this like actual humans."

"Why would I want to do that? That's what I have you for."

You find Lady Trebain sitting in the same drawing room you had vandalized. She looks up at you with a long-suffering expression.
"I'm sorry, I don't believe we've been properly introduced."

> Give her your real names.

> Try to make something up.

> Introduce yourself as a wizard.

> Apologize about the painting.

> Other

>>39392038
> Try to make something up.

>>39392038
> Apologize about the painting.
I go by Cennen, you wouldn't be able to pronounce her name. Sera will do.

>>39392014
I think you're being really dumb

>>39392014
How would she have any constructive advice? Furthermore she's a noble like Iana or her uncle, we tell her anything we are fucked.

>>39392038
> Try to make something up.

>>39392081
Saying that its hard to pronounce is suspicious. We should just make up a name and nothing else

>>39392038
>> Apologize about the painting.
She has to know shit about magic and all of our knowledge is pretty much snakes bragging about being snakes or "FUCKING WIZARDS!".

Also a note, despite the fact that I have an opinion I personally think is the best course, I am not going to be a faggot and vote multiple times, since I'm clearly the minority here I will keep up being a decent member of society and only vote once. Conversely, that means if anyone ever actually agrees with me they are legitimately someone else.

>>39392362
You do realize that post just makes it super suspicious that you are going to samefag right?

> Try to make something up.

Alright, you probably don't need to falsify your own name. But you do need Hiss to have a name that sounds like something a human would have.

"Of course. I am Cennen and this is Sera."

Hiss blinks at you for a long pause before getting the message.
"It's very good to finally meet you. Your son has told us so much about you."

"He has?"
She seems genuinely surprised and fair enough, given what you know about Eugene she probably should be.

"Absolutely," Hiss continues. "He just wouldn't be quiet. He was so happy to be visiting you."

"I guess he hasn't changed that much," she mutters to herself with a small smile.
"So you two are his friends?"

"Yes," you say, not letting Hiss take back control of the conversation. "We've come to the city for the ball tomorrow night..."

"And you want to go with him," she finishes for you, sighing.
"I suppose I can't stop him either way. But really, if you must insist on coming with us you simply have to get better clothes! And just look at your hair, young man!"
A switch seems to have been sprung inside her as she pokes your scalp, eliciting an extreme look of displeasure from Hiss that she thankfully doesn't notice.

"My clothes are fine," Hiss says, still put out. "There are no finer."

"Oh, I can't doubt the quality. But look at you? That style? Trousers? That hasn't been fashionable for years now. Where have you been, Sera?"

Hiss turns and glares at you. Come to think of it, that fashion catalog was quite a few years old by the time she got to look at it.

> "What's wrong with my hair?"

> Get Hiss to calm down and get your clothes done.

> Get your clothes changed but let Hiss stay as she is.

> Go check out the Eugene's rejected potions.

> Stay and talk with Lady Trebain about something else.

> Other

>>39392417
> "What's wrong with my hair?"
> Get Hiss to calm down and get your clothes done,
> Go check out the Eugene's rejected potions.
Goodbye mullet, my old friend

>>39392417
> Get Hiss to calm down and get your clothes done.
Tell her these were her traveling clothes, we lost the rest in an unfortunate accident. Sera is still a bit put out by it.

>>39392375
Eh, be suspicious if you want to, I'm not going to do it, I respect the fact that I am wrong here, its more fulfilling to convince people to actually side with you on here than to samefag.

>>39392417
> "What's wrong with my hair?"
> Get Hiss to calm down and get your clothes done.
> Go check out the Eugene's rejected potions.

>>39392469
>>39392417
I like this. Tell her we've been on the road for pretty much as long as we've known each other.

>>39392417
> Get Hiss to calm down and get your clothes done,
Fashion is a fickle thing, hiss OBVIOUSLY can't be expected to waste time following it.
> Go check out the Eugene's rejected potions.
I guarantee you his rejects are going to be hilariously overpowered and/or dangerous shit.

> "What's wrong with my hair?"
I like our hair!

Also I just realized, shes probably assumed hiss is some kind of wizard or some shit and used that to justify her weirdness. She knows that we're an alchemist and as such magically inclined already.

> "What's wrong with my hair?"
> Get Hiss to calm down and get your clothes done.
> Go check out the Eugene's rejected potions.

"These are just our travelling clothes, we've lost the rest. We've been on the road a lot."
All technically true, you suppose.
"And what's wrong with my hair?"

"Yeah, what's wrong with his hair?"
Hiss takes your side on the matter immediately.

"Well, I suppose it's fine to let it grow out when you're on the road but have you had it a look at it? It's a mullet! I won't let myself be seen anywhere near you tomorrow night, I'd rather die! And you really need a shave."

"There's nothing wrong with his hair OR my clothes!"
You place yourself between Hiss and Lady Trebain.

"Forgive Sera, she's still a little frayed from our travels. She'll be better by tomorrow."

Lady Trebain doesn't seem too bothered.
"Trust me, I've seen worse. Now here, take this."
She scrawls out something indecipherable out on a note and hands it to you.
"There's a fitting house just down the road. It's called Rennington's. This note should cover what you need."

Fitting house? You're not entirely sure what that is but you thank her anyway, praying for Hiss to follow you before she does anything that you might regret.

But you don't feel like leaving just yet. You make your way back to the hallway just outside the basement, popping open the dusty cupboard at the end of it.

There are seven potions here, all bright yellow and sparking. Unfortunately your identification potion has worn off.

> Take them anyway.

> Go back down to the basement and see if you can brew one there.

> You can do both of those later. You and Hiss should get to this 'Remmington's' place first.

> Drink one.

> Give one to Hiss.

> Other

>>39392784
> Take them anyway.
Maybe just a few. Then head to remmingtons place

>>39392828
This

>>39392784
>> Take them anyway.
Ask if he minds, offer to make it up to him.

That shits infused with enough magic to kill a horse, we have no idea what insane shit it'll do.

>>39392784
> Take them anyway.

then fitting house.

I'm very tempted to support us trying one except for the fact that last time we took one of Eugens potions it cost us three hours of our day.

> Take them anyway.

You take all seven potions and put them in your backpack. You're sure Eugene won't mind.

"What are all these?"
Hiss halfheartedly tries to grab one from your pack but you keep it closed.

"They're some more of Eugene's failures, ones he pumped full of magic. They're all going to be really strong brews."

She manages to look less than impressed by this.
"So now what, they're going to blow up inside your pack?"

"I...hope that doesn't happen."
You're suddenly no longer as sure if this was a good idea or not.
"I'll make an identification potion later. For now, let's just get going to this Remmington place."

"Rennington's," Hiss corrects you.

"What? No, it had an m sound, I'm sure."

A few minutes later and the two of you are standing outside a shopfront with the word 'Rennington's' inscribed upon it in red paint. Very much an N, not an M.

Hiss smirks at you.
"Don't worry about Cennen but I think maybe I should handle the talking from now on. You don't seem to be very good at it."

"Hrm, no."

You open the door and step inside. The building is much bigger than it appeared from the front, going back deep enough that it must be several lots. Two stairs lead upwards while a mustachioed man sits at a small counter by the door.
You nod to him.
"Mr Rennington, I assume?"

He laughs.
"Oh no, my name is Withers. And you are?"

You hand him the note and he looks at it for some time, apparently quite able to read the tangled mess that passes for Lady Trebain's handwriting.
"I see. The full treatment, then? Very well."
He pulls a cord and you hear a bell ringing somewhere further inside the building.
"I'll handle your first fitting sir and the missus will be around shortly to deal with your lady."

> Just go with him.

> "Wait, what is this place anyway?"

> You're not going to be separated from Hiss. Who knows what she'll do.

> Other

>>39393133
> Just go with him.
Ask hiss to stay calm

You decide, no time like the present! You grab a potion as hiss gives you an odd look. You close your eyes and take a sip of it... You immediately feel this was a mistake. You look at your arms, as they begin to turn green, your legs root themselves into the floor, Lady Trebain screams in the background, as hiss scrambles for help, trying to save you from the fate you've brought upon yourself. Your hair begins to grow out, yellowing. You feel an odd urge to stare into the sun, it seems so... beautiful, and charming. Before you know it your thoughts begin to slow and ultimately stop. You are now a dandelion...

>Reroll character.

>>39393133
> Just go with him.

> "Wait, what is this place anyway?"

>Pray to hiss reminding her these people are all here to dote over her and make her look as noble as she is to everyone at the gala.

>>39393213
I like this. Say that everyone will be even more in awe of her clearly royal appearance afterwards

>>39393133
> Just go with him.
>Remind Hiss she's going to have to not murder the people measuring her for clothes, there are just doing their jobs. Also warn the fitters she's a bit touchy about personal space.

>>39393184
Leave you attention whore who never delivers.

>>39393184
Feck off mate.

>>39393260
>>39393496
Yes, let the hate flow through you! The salt mines run deep today!

> Just go with him.
> Let Hiss handle herself, albeit with a prayer.

"Very well, I'll see you later Sera."
You let him lead you up one of the stairs deeper into the building, praying as you do so. You entreat Hiss that these people are just going to be helping her. You add a bit about them doting over her and how they'll make everyone be in even more awe of her royal personage than they already were.
"By the way, you might want to be be careful with her," you say as you are bustled into a small room with a full length mirror.
"She's a bit touchy about her personal space."

"I'll pass it on shortly. But first, just stand right...there!"
He pulls out a roll of tape and begins taking your measurements, something that is only a little uncomfortable. It does require a lot of prodding however and you find yourself dreading how Hiss is going to take this. Still, you haven't heard any screaming yet.
"What's your profession, boy? Anything I need to know there?"

"Alchemist. Why?"

"Ah, that'll go well. No worries, I think I have just the works for you. But that hair will simply HAVE to go. Fortunately you've got the full treatment here."

"What's the full trea-"

Another door is opened and he drags out a wheeled chair that he pushes you into before fastening a shroud around your neck that covers your entire body.
You give up talking as Withers unrolls a roll of cloth filled with pockets, each one containing a set of scissors or razorblades. He quickly gets to work, first on your chin with a quick lather and then on your scalp itself.
It feels good, you admit, much better than any of your own haphazard shaves.

"What do you want?"

"Pardon?"

"Your hair, where do you want it?"

> "Just give me something that looks good."

> "Cut it short."

> "Are you sure that you can't keep the mullet?"

> Other

>>39393553
> "Just give me something that looks good."

>>39393553
>> "Just give me something that looks good."
We can't bullshit our way out of this one.

>>39393553
> "Just give me something that looks good."

>>39393553
> "Just give me something that looks good."
>Preferably easy to take care off too.

Going to go to bed now guys, please don't ruin everything ever while I'm asleep... again.

>>39393628
I make no such promises

>>39393628
We'll try but no promises

> "Just give me something that looks good."

"A popular choice, sir."
He seems to hear that one a lot, you gather. He tsks gently before getting to work, focusing mostly on the back of your head.

By the end of it, you're left with a conservative cut that just has your short all over but somewhat longer on the top. You think it looks boring but Withers assures you that he doesn't think you have the face for anything fancier. Is that an insult?

You have no time to really question it as you then immediately bundled into a private room with a large hot bath. It's not a tub either, it's set into the floor itself! Talk about fancy. You try not to spend too long in it but it makes you wonder just how Hiss is dealing with it.

Withers presents you with an emerald doublet and a pair of pale yellow breeches that are a little baggy on you. You say so.
"Don't worry, it's very much the style these days."

The breeches are tucked and tied into a set of black leather boots that look expensive enough to buy and sell your entire village back home.
Same for the long brown gloves that are bundled in with them for you to wear.
"It's not even that cold," you protest.

"Handwear for men is all the rage right now."

You get dressed and you have to admit, this outfit feels a lot more comfortable than your old one, albeit less practical. You are presented with your old clothes in a bag, Wither's expression telling you that he would preferred to throw them in the trash.

By the end of the process, you've wound back up in the same room by the entrance. Hiss arrives a few minutes later, helped by an older heavy-set woman holding her arm.
"She was a bit of trouble this one. Kept insisting on these colors in particular."

We all should all be thankful if that was the extent of it, you think to yourself. Or at least, try to think to yourself. You're a little preoccupied by the sight before you.

You'd never thought about Hiss in a dress before.
1/2

>>39393881
>You'd never thought about Hiss in a dress before.

Oh dear. You've better have an awesome image to go with Ouro. Don't leave us hanging.

>>39393881
2/2

It's multi-layered, with a red blouse buttoned over a full length black dress that, while baggier over her arms, goes tight enough down the rest of her to leave little of her shape to the imagination.
Some sort of belt is held fast around her abdomen and you think you can spot the shape of a small corset beneath it all. Or at least, you think she's wearing one because she's never been that...largely built before. It's a bit hard not to take notice of that either as the blouse is unbuttoned just enough to show them off while still appearing tasteful.

It's about a minute before you actually look at her face and while she has very clearly noticed, she doesn't seem to mind.
That and she also seems to be a little intoxicated from her bath still, consenting to be held by the arm.

"We were going with something more complex but she wanted simple and I think it works, don't you reckon?"

"Uh, um...yes."

Hiss shrugs off the woman and steps forward, right next to you. You do your best to look her in the eye.
"What do you think?"

> Tell her that she's beautiful.

> "Yeah, you look alright."

> "You look like a princess."

> "What, not asking about how I look?"

> Other

>>39394104
> "You look like a princess."

>>39394104
>> "You look like a princess."

>>39394104
> Tell her that she's beautiful.

>>39394104
> Tell her that she's beautiful.

>>39394104
> Tell her that's she's beautiful.

>You look like a princess
> Tell her that she's beautiful

You have two differing ideas on what to say as she slinks closer, taking your hand in hers. Do you tell her that she's beautiful? Because she is. You've never seen anyone or anything more beautiful. But she probably won't like that, you need to say something else. Some other compliment.
Uh. Uh.

"Y-you're beautiful."
Oh shit.
"A beautiful princess, I mean. Um."

She doesn't seem offended though. She's smirking, evidently self-satisfied. She guides you out of the building, hand in hand. As you exit, she moves in closer until she's right up against you.
"Uh. Ah. Um."

She laughs, still a little heat-drunk.
"If I'd known it was this easy to get you to do what I want, I would have done it ages ago."

Uh.

Um.

> "Lets just get back already."

> "You look REALLY beautiful."

> "Um."

> "I love you."

> KEEP YOUR MOUTH CLOSED.

> Other

>>39394356
> "You look REALLY beautiful."

>>39394356
> "Lets just get back already."
Remember she will get pissed about this if we take advantage after she cools off.

>>39394356
> "You look REALLY beautiful."
> "Lets just get back already."

> "You look REALLY beautiful."
> "Lets just get back already."

"No, I mean it. You uh, you look really beautiful. Really good, yes."

Her smirk just grows wider and wider.
"You don't need to tell me that, idiot."
She leads you back down the road but stops just before the fence of Lady Trebain's small mansion. The doorman is nowhere in sight.
"Still, I think maybe I'd appreciate more than you just telling me that."
She doesn't even feel that warm anymore and her gaze is level-headed. She leans in, her mouth parting-

You do your best to push her back, which is no mean feat considering that she has the edge on you in those sort of things.
"Let's just go inside."

You walk inside, leaving her hanging.

> Go to the basement.

> Go see Lady Trebain.

> Go back outside.

> Other

>>39394582
> Go see Lady Trebain.
>If Hiss gets upset Tell her that I take my promises seriously.

>>39394582
> Go back outside.
Just a quick one, closed mouth of course

>>39394582
> Go back outside.
explain that we rather dislike being poisoned despite the temptation

>>39394663
If this keeps happening we really ought to try and work on that immunity

>>39394663
>> go back outside
we have anit-venom

>>39394719
Haha yes. Drink it directly afterwards. Or maybe just before?

> Go back outside.

You dither for a moment at the doorstep before turning around and walking out by the fence where Hiss is still standing awkwardly.
"Oh. Sorry."

"No, it's fine. I should thank you," she says icily. "You just kept me from making a mistake."

"Oh, don't be that way. I take my promises seriously, remember?"

"I wasn't even warm," she snaps. "But I guess we're done with that. Good job."

She walks past you, attempting to get inside.

> Let her.

> Kiss her. You have antivenom in your backpack.

> Other

>>39394789
>> Let her.
"Ladies first"

>>39394789
>> Kiss her. You have antivenom in your backpack.

I've voted against or abstained from every romance option so far. But we really got to do this.

>>39394789
> Kiss her. You have antivenom in your backpack.

>>39394789
> Kiss her. You have antivenom in your backpack.

No way this will end badly.

>>39394856
Doomsaying doesn't help anything anon. We'll just have to see what happens

>>39394856
Even if we get bit, it'll be worth it to feel those lovely lips against.. Whatever unfortunate bodypart she happens to latch on to, i suppose.

Hiss a cute

> Kiss her. You have antivenom in your backpack.

As she walks past you make up your mind, sweeping her up by the back and pressing your lips to hers. Her hands come up for a moment before relaxing as she presses herself up against you. Her leg sweeps in between yours as she pins you against the door.
The kiss...the kiss itself is very different from last time. Her lips are deathly cold and they leave behind the taste of death and old blood. But you hold it because you know you have the antivenom still in your backpack so you should be able to last just a kis-
Ow.

Ow!

Something's jabbing you! It really fucking hurts. You suddenly taste fresh blood as well as the old. It only takes you a moment to realize what it is. It's her fang. She must have extended her fangs just a little when you grabbed her. And now it's scratched you, injecting way more venom than just what's in her saliva.

Oh shit.

You struggle, trying to push her away and break the kiss but she's got a proper grip on you now and is refusing to let go. If she notices the fresh blood, it only makes her more excited, her hips pressed against your own. Her eyes are snake-eyes and she is too caught up in it now for human worries.

You feel lightheaded, the darkness blurring at your vision. No. You can't even say anything, she won't let you. It's only as you go pale that she lets go of you, listening to her wish-bond all too late.

And when she lets go of you, you fall to the ground like a sack of potatoes, her iron grip having been the only thing keeping you standing.
"There's antivenom...backpack", you manage to rasp out before all goes black.

1/2

>tfw no snake waifu

Told you morons If we live through this it'll be a miracle and we'll still have lost a lot of time.

>>39395003
I need to stop subscribing to the old saying "who dares wins"

>>39395003
2/2

"Oh shit!"

You take an involuntary step back as Cennen collapses. Were your fangs out? You hadn't meant to do that! You had only meant to...what, exactly? The idea of kissing seems ridiculous to you but you'll admit that a human body has ways of making you want it. And you had said you weren't going to be scared of your body anymore. You were just trying it out.
And now he's dying and your wish-bond is giving you a splitting headache.

Your name cannot be spoken in any human tongue, nor can it be written by any human hand but for the most part, you are known as Hiss. You have come to accept this.

Now, he said something about antivenom in his backpack. You just need to get it. You rip his pack open as quickly as you can, only to be confounded by a whole mess of bottles. Why does he have so many potions in here?

You know shit all about alchemy even now, much less what an antivenom looks like. You grab one and hope.

Roll a d100

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>39395075
inb4 she gives us the Eugene potion

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>39395075
Here goes antivenom + hyper healing

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>39395075
rolling
>>39395070
That has almost never been a thing in this quest and people still don't get that.

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>39395075
COME ON HISS

>>39395096
>Lewd potion found.

>>39395096
Oh thank god, at least we arent going to die
Hiss is still best girl ~

>>39395096
Well that's not an awful roll I suppose

>>39395112
Cennen doesn't have anything like that in his inventory.

>>39395114
>>39395124
Still likely to lose something because of this. Probably a good chunk of our face.

>>39395141
The wizard's potions

>>39395141
Nigga, with a potion success and our partial immunity, we aint losing anything.
Might be out for longer than we'd like, though..

>>39395141
That's not really how her venom works

You wake up with a sudden start, coughing. You're in a bed somewhere. You can't really remember right now, you're feeling extremely fuzzy. The bed is very big, you can't even reach the bottom of it which is unusual. A double bed?
You can't see much of the room but the window is open, letting light pour out over your face. Nobody else is in here with you.

You still feel really tired.

> Call out for someone.

> Get up.

> Go back to sleep for a little more.

> Other

>>39395156
Most of those would cause magical overload or worse.

>>39395176
>Implying this was a success and not a marginal failure

>>39395177
Necrosis due to venom is a thing anon, and Hiss wouldn't think about the after care. At least until it showed.

>>39395192
> Get up.

>>39395193
>>39395192

Sup.

>>39395192
Make a restoration potion

>>39395192
> Get up.
> Check for yellow

>>39395215
Still need to check a mirror anon.

>>39395222
Maybe even a healing potion too, just in case it helps

>>39395257
If we can get into our pack we have one ready that would be useful.

>>39395277
It's too old to do much good unfortunately

>>39395282
And? Still has some potency and we need to switch it out anyways. Not like they don't stack.

> Get up.

You slide out of bed, struggling to get up. Oof. You raise an arm over your face to keep it from the light and then stop. Your skin is green.
Not very green mind you, a faint green-ish tinge on an otherwise normal hide but still. It's pretty noticeable.

And it's not just your arm either by the looks of it. Oh no. You instantly grasp what must have happened. You told her that you'd had the antivenom in your pack and Hiss fed you an antivenom in time alright...but not before getting it wrong at least once.

You get out of bed and feel a little dizzy. It really is a big bed. It's tall enough that it comes halfway up your upper leg.

What's more, the moment you get out of the patch of bright light the window was providing, you suddenly feel even more tired and dizzy. Like you're going to be sick.

You can't see your pack anywhere.

> Go back to bed.

> Investigate the window light.

> Leave the room.

> Call out.

>>39395331
>Investigate the window light

Maybe we're photosynthetic!

>>39395331
> Call out.
Fuck I think we absorb sunlight for energy now. We are partially a plant now

>>39395331
> Investigate the window light.
Warned you guys but no you're just doomsaying we'll be fine.

>>39395331
> Call out.
Take off our shirt and get as much sunlight as possible on our skin to see what happens

>>39395373
Oh come on, being a plant isnt that bad. Im sure we'll get out of this somehow

>>39395404
We gotta learn to make dispel potions. Unless of course this just wears off on its own eventually

>>39395393
Seconding

>>39395404
>What could possibly go wrong
>Something goes wrong
>It isn't that bad
>It is
>We can Get out of it!
>We can't.

Melire all over again.

>>39395426
This isnt nearly as bad as what happened in melire. You need to quit being so butthurt anon

>>39395426
>and then we got out of it

Wow that wasnt so bad after all

> Investigate the window light.

You stagger around the bed and check out the window. Damn, it's high up. You have to crane your head just to see out of it. It shows a Taldenral landscape, the sun still high in the sky.
Standing in the light feels amazing. It doesn't reinvigorate you or make you feel less tired than you are but it just feels...pleasant. It doesn't energize you but you're using that energy for something. Probably.

> Get back into bed.

> Escape.

> Through the window!

> Other

>>39395452
Yet. Remembr waking up to Yolan being cool then shit started happening?


>>39395457
Nope still ongoing with The guard captain coming in to out us and get us chased all over the kingdom and revealing snake home to the world.

>>39395471
Pray to hiss. If she's too far away then call out for whoever. Stay in the sunlight as much as possible

>>39395471
> Get back into bed.
We're exhausted and in no shape to do anything.

>>39395471
So i feel like, we prolly still fucked up from the venom, and the terrible feels is from that and not from a desperate need for sunlight, as the sunlight doesnt seem to be tied directly to our energy. Maybe.

>>39395471
>Get back to bed, exposed to the sunlight and pray.

>>39395471
Stay in the sunlight and pray to inform hiss that we're awake

>>39395502
WE drank a wizard's potion which healed us enough to not die, but now we're part plant and likely stuck like this.

>Go afk to get work done for class
>Come back to maybe dying plant man

What the actual fuck.

>>39395525
Yes. this is true. I know that. My point is, the green skin doesnt seem to be debilitating, as it doesnt seem to be directly linked to our energy. In other words, i dont think we need constant sunlight to function. Im trying to get some discussion going, we need to feel out all the negatives of this as quickly as possible and see if we can think of ways to counteract them

>>39395597
I've decided that this should actually be called Harsh Consequences Quest

>>39395615
In the defense of our qm, we keep getting ourselves bitten by this universes equivilent of vampire snake fey

>>39395597
Anons are retarded and must kisss the socially stunted and very defensive snake girl.

>>39395609
Why bother? Anons are going to do something else to kill us shortly.

>>39395615
No the consequences were perfectly valid, Anons just went full retard. By all rights we should be dead.

>>39395634
Why bother? Seriously? Nigga you need to chill.

>>39395634
You seem upset anon

>>39395653
>>39395671
I am chill. Cennen keeps almost dying because tg can't keep it's metaphorical dick in it's pants. This is starting to become an escalating and recurring thing. I am fully at peace with Cennen dying in pursuit of lewds that will never come.

>>39395691
I think most people just didn't want her to be mad because we pushed her away

>>39395691
We all know there are no lewds at the end of this rainbow, anon.

Tell me, how many of the last five games youve played in were horrifying death worlds? I feel like somebody hurt you.

>>39395727
Still better and smarter ways to do it. her being upset with us for a short time is better than us dying.

>>39395748
5/5 If you don't think things through you die. In most of the games I have the longest living/most successful PC. Tg has a lack of critical thinking skills that cause it to die or do really stupid shit in quests.

>>39395794
Well at least that means you get to post about how superior you are to everyone else here

>>39395823
Thing is I'm not and I know it. Give most fa/tg/uys a game and they think and crunch the shit out of it. Which is why I look at some quests and wonder the fuck happened?

> Go back to bed.

You can think about this later. You feel exhausted. You pull yourself back into bed and go to sleep.

By the time you wake up, the window shows nothing but a faint night sky. You don't feel tired at all. You hastily check your arms and the rest of your body...no green. You're back to your regular skin tone.
As a matter of fact, this bed doesn't seem as big or as high as you remember. It's just a regular bed.

"Finally up, sleepyhead?"

Well, most regular beds don't have Hiss on them. She's sitting at the foot of the bed, watching you without moving. She's changed back to her usual outfit. Her pupils flicker between soft circles and harsh slits. That's sort of...extremely creepy. How long has she just been here?
Auugh.

"What's going on? What happened?"

"I bit you. Accidentally! And then I fed you the wrong potion and you turned into a little green person. I told Eugene that I'd kill his mother if he didn't do something about it."

"Uhuh. Wait. Little?"

She laughs.
"Yeah, you were like, only this big after."
She makes a tiny motion with her hands.
"I had to feed you the antivenom with a teaspoon. You were also bright green. The wizard said you just needed light to grow and then the curse would lift."

That explains how high the window was before. Among a few other things. Good thing you didn't leave the room, it might have been a little embarrassing.
"Must have been real funny," you mutter, brain still trying to catch up.

She shrugs.
"Not really. My first thought was to eat you."

Oh.
Well.

"What? What else do you do with small prey?"
She looks a little put out by your expression.

"Nothing. Just great to know that I'm apparently only a height difference away from being considered prey."

She grimaces.
"Oh hush, you. If I thought you were prey, height wouldn't mean anything."

"Was that supposed to make me feel better?"

She cocks her head, thinking it over.
"Does it?"

"A little, yeah."
1/2

>>39395917
2/2

A sudden worry strikes you.
"I didn't sleep more than a day did I?"

She shakes her head.
"No. So don't worry, you didn't inconvenience my plans greatly."

That's not what you were really worried about. So that's that then, you think. The arrival of the ambassador and the gala, all of it is now right on your doorstep.
Fantastic.

And that's that for today, guys. I hope you had fun. There is one interlude-type thing still happening but the actual thread's over now.

Next thread tomorrow.

>>39395964
Thanks for running

>>39395870
Ive only ever seen one quest go full 100% paranoid powergame mode, and that was BFQ. Its a bit weird now that i think about it.

>>39395964
Woo, interlude!

>>39395870
I bet you feel dumb for throwing a bitchfit now that we know it wasn't a big deal

>>39396018
Hey now, lets not be like that.

>>39395964
Thanks for running dude.

>>39395996
I don't want it to go full powergame mode. Some commonsense is all I'm asking for.

>>39396018
Relieved mostly. Still worried about how many bridges Hiss burned without us to temper this time though.

>>39395964
Thanks for running Ouro!

>>39396063
Oh, i wasnt suggesting it. It just seems odd to me that it never really seems to happen outside of civ quests.

>>39396090
Yeah. Honestly the more crunch there is the more you would see it. I don't expect it here but I would like some common sense to avoid this stuff in the future.

Interlude ?

Withers stood awkwardly under the burning oil-lamp. This is far from his usual haunts, miles away from the bar that he spent far too much of his off-work hours in. He'd been standing here for nearly an hour now in the night and it was becoming significantly uncomfortable.
But he was in way too deep to start running now.

And really, this was all his fault. He couldn't let that face go. Not because he was enamoured, oh no. Sure 'Sera', had been more than pretty enough but he'd seen plenty of classy ladies in various states of undress in his line of work. The missus was all he needed.

But she had reminded him of something, of a man that he had fitted just the day before. He had been a large man, a mixture of both muscle and fat. Warty too, ugly enough that was there only so much that even Rennington's could do. He was as common as dirt as well and yet he had a noble writ and an audience with King Edwin himself. And like so many in the city, Captain Frahm had come to Rennington's to get properly attired for the occasion.

He'd been a chatty bloke too and Withers had surprised himself in how quickly he had hit it off with the captain. It felt like nothing to ask the question that had been weighing so heavily on his mind. Just why was someone like him seeking out a royal audience.

And Frahm had told him.

He hadn't told him everything, even Withers could tell him that. But there was war on the horizon. With who? The captain couldn't tell him. But what he could do was show Withers a little printed face, an artist's likeness of what Frahm told him was a spy of the mysterious enemy nation.
At the time Withers had just nodded it off. You'd be surprised just what you heard working for the movers and shakers of the world.

And indeed, it was only hours after 'Sera' had left Rennington's that the fire had suddenly lit, the connection in his head made. She was the one, no doubt it. But what was she doing here? What were her plans? Was he already in danger?
1/2

>>39396160
Melire raises it head once again.

>>39396160
2/2

He abandoned his post by the streetlamp and began to pace back and forth, the banks of one of Taldenral's many rivers lapping beside him.

He hadn't been able to get in touch with Frahm himself, the man had been out of reach. Was he already with the King? But he had been able to pass a message to one of Frahm's underlings that had been traveling with him, a Lieutenant Skrelln. A message telling him that he had urgent information about their business, one that he needed to tell them in person.

It was for the good of the realm. And if he got a little extra gold from the King himself in his pocket, who could blame him? Withers had been rather happy about the opportunity.

He was rather less enthused now however. The lieutenant had promised him to meet him here at a certain time. That time had been at least half an hour ago. What was going on? Was he just late?

They couldn't be planning to double cross him, could they? Frahm hadn't struck him as that sort of person but it wouldn't have been the first error in judgement that Withers had made. That's why he hadn't written down 'Sera's' current location on the message or told them anything else. All of the relevant information that they needed from him was locked away within his head where nobody could get at it without giving him his payment first.

Something bumped in the river. He looked down and then staggered back reflexively. A body! A corpse that had been thoroughly devastated, rent nearly in two. But he could still see the standard guard-issue breastplate, split apart as if it had been paper and the bloodcovered insignia of a Lieutenant.

Something huge and dark under the waters surged forward and the last thing that Withers saw was a scaled claw.

>>39396249
broyip strikes?!

>>39396249
Well the snake hunter thing did us a solid

>>39396282
>scaled claw
anon I hope broyip is nowhere near Taldendral's waterways right now.

>>39396249
huh. thanks snakebro

Alright that really is everything for tonight.

>>39396282
Hm...no. But fear not, it'll put the information it gets from eating Wither's soul to good use.

>>39396307
ah crap

>>39396307
We really need to brew some scalebane acid, and talk to Hiss about letting us brew snake oil to slow it's ass down.

>>39396307
so the question is whether it places a higher priority on preserving the secrecy of snakehome or going after hiss and cennen

>>39396324
I'm sure that we have more effective ways of stopping it than just using snake oil now that we know how to make potions that specifically effect snakes

>>39396330
This did both. But considering it let Cennen go when people were nearby I'd say the former.

>>39396338
i'm hoping it means that it will go after captain frahm

>>39396337
Well yeah, but Those would be ad hoc untested potions and having something to slow it down(literally) so we can deliver the killing blow easier is a good idea. Snake oil would make it much easier to handle and hit, since it is fucking fast.

>>39396347
Probably already has. Where do you think it found out about Withers?

>>39396363
It found out about him through the lieutenant

>>39396374
Which it had just killed. Why'd it go after the Lieutenant? Point is it going after Frahm won't slow it down much if at all since it is a living warbeast of death and destruction.