>>39485028

But there’s other stuff that could happen. Ranthix is bright red and covered in bone plates. What if that’s you in five years? Except your bone plates are probably going to be all black and stuff, like your claws. You have a look at one of your hands, following the sinewy contours of the ossified flesh. That stuff’s going to be your skin before long, maybe. Future you is going to be pretty damn conspicuous. You already stand out a lot without glamors, but you won’t even be able to pass off the whole ‘half-human’ thing anymore.

While the thought of tanking bullets and flipping cars and stuff is cool as hell, you kind of wonder. Baron totally flipped his lid when you showed him what you really looked like. You thought he had a serious crush on you or whatever. Sure, he apologized, but that doesn’t change the fact he totally freaked out.

Is that how guys are going to be from now on? You’ve always thought you were super hot and all that, you know, if you wanted to put any effort into it, but it makes you wonder. You’re sure you’re stylish and badass and all that, but... are you still attractive? Can you be hot and scary at the same time? Or is it like, more of a scary kind of hotness, where people don’t actually think about you as being hot, except in retrospect?

All this landwell stuff is cool, and you’re probably not going to stop either way, though. Superpowers are too awesome to say no.

Ugh. How’d you wind up in this situation? Like, not with landwells, but, like, just with everything. You thought maybe stuff was all going to work out when Isaac gave you that marshal deputy job, but you just screwed everything up like a week later. You have people that are okay with you being you, and that’s cool, but doing highschool? What are you going to do with a highschool diploma?

The thought of working some nine-to-five job makes you retch. You’re probably going to be like... a mercenary or something.

>>39485043

Or you guess you’re working toward being the Imperiate? How’s that going to work? You don’t think it’s as easy as getting so swole that eventually you can just go to hell and take over. And what would you even do if you took over? You don’t have an agenda, or any real ambition to do stuff. You’ve never even been to hell. Ranthix thinks it’ll work out, but he has an idea of you that’s kind of larger than life.

Life is hard. You’d rather just chill out forever, doing whatever it is you want to do most. The sun dips down further, and you wind up falling asleep. You hear a barking, and snap back up. (-3 Stress: 72/103; +1 HP: 17/29; +2 PP: 11/37)

It’s dark outside, and cold, but it seems warmer in your little ice cave shelter thing. You reach out to your clothes, and find them warm and dry. Yes. First stage of the plan complete.

You kneel and look out of the shelter, and see Reeber dragging something toward the shelter. It’s big – some kind of sheep, maybe? Or a goat? Whatever. You can smell the blood from here. It’s fresh. Maybe even still alive.

With some concentration, you manage to extinguish your body flames so you can get dressed. You pull on your dry clothes, accidentally putting your new spines through the shoulders of your shirt. Things don’t seem to fit as well with a bunch of random sharp points coming off you. You’ll have to figure out a new glamor or something for those, but for the time being, you’re good to go.

You climb out of the shelter and go meet Reeber, your legs sore and protesting. The hellhound looks up at you with a lolling tongue, its teeth dripping in blood.

You rub his head, and examine the prize. It’s some kind of goat, you guess. That’s cool. A gust of wind cuts past, leaving you with a slight chill.

>>39485062

A few minutes and a whole lot of blood later, you’re feeling pretty fresh. (+6 HP: 23/29; +2 PP: 13/37; -3 Stress: 69/103) Your legs feel a lot better, though there’s still a dull ache and they still feel stiff. If you wanted, you could probably start making your way out of this forest, whichever way that is.

Before you manage to go anywhere though, you realize you accidentally smeared some goat blood on your sweet jacket. Before you can kick yourself over it though, the blood fades into the fabric somehow.

The ripped material from where Zorr's claws got you mends together, repairing the damage as if it were never there.

You stretch out the jacket and frown at it. Something tells you Moriah didn't really tell you everything she did to the piece of clothing.

Anyway, though you’re on foot, and it’s the middle of the night, you actually see better in the dark, and you can move a lot faster than the average person. Even if it’s miles to civilization, you can probably get there tonight without too much effort.

>Ask shadows for directions.
>Head toward the mountain. The vantage point might be useful.
>You remember Monster seeing a thin river kind of thing. You can go there.
>Head west, in the direction of the sunset. California’s that way.
>Best not to travel in the cold. Bunker down for the night.
>Have Monster look for lights.
>Keep an eye peeled for land magic. Ley lines might lead you someplace useful.
>Other (?)

>>39485134
>>You remember Monster seeing a thin river kind of thing. You can go there.

>>39485134
>ask the shadows for directions
It occurs to me that papa Crowther isn't on this plane to pull our bacon out of the fire. Also our glamors might not fit right anymore. How's the jacket doing with our spikeyness?

>>39485134
>Ask shadows for directions.
>Keep an eye peeled for land magic. Ley lines might lead you someplace useful.

>>39485134
>>Have Monster look for lights.
Looking for leylines is tempting, but we might run in to a french speaking innawoods landmaster who doesn't like to be intruded upon.

>>39485134
>Keep an eye peeled for land magic. Ley lines might lead you someplace useful.

LANDWELLS!

>>39485134
>Ask shadows for directions

>>39485208
Waitaminute, we might find the eclipse landmaster who agreed to show us a thing or two. I figured out why you dropped us into the mountains, you cheeky Lawnmuncher, you.

>>39485134
>Best not to travel in the cold. Bunker down for the night.
>Have Monster look for lights.
FUCK YEAH HELL BORN QUEST!

>>39485246
I doubt we'll be running in to Huges in while.

Did we leave our shoes with our other belongings? Walking out of here barefoot is gonna suck.

>>39485312
We did. But we've got tough claws.

>>39485134
>>Have Monster look for lights.
>>Keep an eye peeled for land magic. Ley lines might lead you someplace useful.
>Head toward the mountain. The vantage point might be useful.

>>39485312
>>39485325
Though it might serve us to make some kind og flippers out of bark or whatever, or people will wonder how Sierra's toes haven't fallen off from the cold when she is finally found.

So Monster will look for lights, you'll ask for directions, and keep an eye out for land magic.

Roll some dice for that whispering.

>>39485427
Could use the goats hide I guess if we want to bother wid it.

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>39485478

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>39485478

>>39485478

Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>39485478

>>39485478

colorado!

>>39485427
>this week, a teenage girl was found near Alamosa in the San Juan national forest by a rancher. She reports that "god saved [her] or something. Like. That's why [she] didn't need shoes."

>>39485509
>>39485497
>>39485504

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-uInmFU6JkU

Captcha: Styuk
Yes. Stuck.

>>39485497
>>39485504
>>39485509

I guess we're lost

>>39485497
>>39485504
>>39485509
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_O1hM-k3aUY

>>39485497
>>39485504
>>39485509
this is why you don't ask shadows when you're lost, knew it was bad idea when it was voted for

>>39485028
>Character Sheet: http://pastebin.com/rNg3Yw8m (pictures within)
Voice of One Thousand Teeth and Whisper of Lightlessness are missing their [VE] tags at the end. Just thought I'd let you know for whenever you do pastebin edits/fixes next.

>>39485575
The roll was for listening the shadows, so more like we're going crazy.

Monster might still find something.

You know, if we had let ourselves freak out, we probably would have been out of here by now. Y'know, just saying.

>>39485633
We're also missing Power of Blood, Corrupting Hex, and our whale-shark-crab thing under summons

>>39485650
True, but at that point Sierra might prefer to stay innawoods.

>>39485690
>>39485695
Power of Blood is an upgrade to Blood Taste and listed under it like how Hellblaze is listed under Hellbolt. CH and whale crab are gone though, yeah.

>>39485690
Wait, nevermind, whale crab is there, just in the same paragraph as Tiger. My bad.

What meter will we gain the next time we do freakout?

The meter meter. When it maxes out we get a new meter. Builds slowly over time, resets when we freakout or equivalent.

>>39485760
Probably something to do with Belphegoran nastiness. We've got a stress meter for bloodrage (Infernus), we've got a sanity meter (Verwelken), and we've got the bloodlust meter (could be either Infernus or Verwelken. Maybe both?).

So we'll probably get some sort of meter for feeding on negative emotions that necessitates we be an asshole to people or otherwise make them feel bad and starts resulting in Tourette's-like behavior designed to make other people feel bad if we let it build up too much. Something like Bloodlust, except for emotional pain and suffering rather than violence and blood.

>>39485760
Lifethirst: Sierra draws upon the health pools of all nearby creatures.
0/5 - daylight, no bonus
2/5 - dusk or dawn, Sierra can at will siphon 1hp per round
4/5 - night, Sierra unconsciously siphons 1hp per round
5/5 - new moon, Sierra unconsciously siphons 2 HP per round

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When we get back, we totally need to declare that we're getting a motorcycle.

>>39485845
Oh man, I imagine that'd be really troublesome if we let it build up. Suddenly we have terrorizing glare active without realizing it and everybody is shrieking.

>>39485864
That's fucking horrifying. Like, that would turn Sierra into some kind of avatar of Death. Just being in an area would kill every human in a couple minutes. She'd be unable to go to the hospital at all because people would start dying within seconds of nightfall. Animals would just drop out of the air all around her. Her claimed landwell territories might end up completely devoid of life at worst or filled with parasites and hemovores at best. Or the local life might start mutating to all be vampiric. At least it'd be impossible for her house to get infested with bugs. They'd all die instantly the second they got in range.

>>39485864
Sierra ain't Moriah.

>>39485957
Siphoning away life energy is not the same thing as pumping out death energy. It's more like the exact opposite.

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>>39485949
Exquisite.

>>39485864
That would kill normals in 2-3 rounds. Sierra started with like 7hp and was probably not average. It's more likely an emotion thing

>>39485986
Normal human hp is 10 and that's what Sierra started with. 7 would be a really sickly person.

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>>39485884
We'd be intimidating as fuck.

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>>39485949

>>39485884
I was half expecting the tentacles to have muscles what with how we got Umbrageous Vigor.

You snap, and Monster soars down out of the clear darkness to alight on your claw. “Go look for lights and stuff,” you say. “Should be pretty easy if it’s really the middle of nowhere.”

Monster screeches at you.

“Don’t give me that crap, just do your job.” And with that, you throw him back into the air, and the imp flies off in search of glowy lights.

Looking up, you see a multitude of starry pinholes in the sky. Or rather stars. So many stars. (-2 Stress: 67/103)

“That’s a whole lot of stars,” you say to nobody in particular. You bet it’s only going to get worse as the night goes on. Or better.

Reeber makes a grumbling sound.

“Ah don’t worry. I’ll ask for directions,” you say. “Stay here.”

Reluctantly, Reeber stays put while you traipse off into the wilderness to find a nice, dark, quiet spot. The snow tingles coldly underfoot. Ugh. No shoes. This is going to suck.

Anyway, you eventually find yourself in isolation, stick your thumbs in your pockets. “All right, any of you guys know where the nearest city is?” you ask. With the question hanging in the night air, you bow your head and listen.

Several murmuring voices edge into your awareness. One beckons for your attention, and you turn your attention to it.

Words scream into your mind, hissed by a tandem of voices, one clear as pain, ͘t͘he̵ ͏oţh͢er c͢r̢o̢aki͢ng̷, ̢ r̶̕a̶̵͟͜͞s̷͟͠p̨̢į͝͞ņ͘͟͏̴ģ̸̛.̵̧͟ ̀͢͟͞ ̨̧̀͘͢“̸̨̢T̡̨͞͝͞h̡̛͜e̸͡ ̧̡͠oné͘͢͜ ̴͝͝ţha̡̧͘t͜͝͏̛͝ ͏͡s͏̛͟l̢̛̕͜͠ę́̀͡ep͘̕s̨̛ ̡́͘͡͞t͠͡ḩ̧͝è͘ ̴̡̡̕͠o̸̡̨͢͡ne ̧̛͝͠t̷̢͘̕͠h͢͝at̷͠ ̷̧s̴̛e̛͘͘͢ę̷͞s̴̨̡͢͠ ͟͜͝t̷̶̡̨͟h̷͠e͞ ̡́̀͜͝o͏̷ņ̸͞͏e͟͠ ̴t̕̕͜͟h͏̕͡a̕̕͝ţ́͘ a̶̴̕l̷͞͞k̷̛͜s͠ ̶̷̨͘t͏͢͢͝h̵̢́e̕͏̢̨ ̡͜o͟͠n͢͟ȩ͝ ̡͡th̀́̕͟a̡t̷͝ ͠s̷̢̨̧͜ṕę̛͘͡a̸̴͟͢͝ks͟ ̷̧t̷̕h̸́̀̕͢e̶̴͢͢͞ ̢̀̕͢͏o͏̶̢͘ne͜͡͝͠ ̴t̴̴͘͜͠h́͡͠a̷̵͢t ̀d̵͜r̶͞͡͠è͠͏̡a̴̡̨̧̨m̵̨̡s̵̨ ̨̕t̷̶̛͝h̴͏̶̛͢e̢̨͢͡ ̵̀͡ó̶̧̧̧ń̕͟e̷̡̛̛͝ ̶̴̨̕͢thá͡͝t̴͜ ̷̷̡͘͜-̀͏̴ ̵̵̡͟͜”̴̶͞ ̧̢̕

You fight to tear the muttering, wailing voice from your mind, and cast it back into the darkness. (-3 Sanity: 82/100; +5 Stress: 72/103)

>>39486254

You’re not sure exactly what happened, but when you’re able to make sense of your surroundings, you find yourself clinging to a tree, your head aching, your heart pounding, and your breathing heavy. “I’ll uh. I’ll just f-figure it out my... myself,” you say.

You take a deep breath and stagger back to Reeber. “We’re just... going to wing it,” you say, still short on breath. You kind of forget what your plan was, but walking probably isn’t a bad idea. You need to put some distance between yourself and this place.

You trek off with Reeber running ahead, you walking along at speed behind. Your leisurely stroll is quick as hell so long as nobody’s watching you.

You walk on through the snow and night, passing trees and navigating difficult terrain. A few times you wind up in snow hip deep, and you wind up having to get Reeber to blaze a trail for you.

“Sweet mercy it’s fucking cold,” you say, alternatively clenching and unclenching your fists as you pick your way around shrubs and undergrowth.

“Deal with it,” you reply. “There’s bound to be a road or a McDonalds around here somewhere, just got to keep going.”

“I freaking hate McDonalds,” you growl. Worst place to work – food’s good though. Wait just a second. Who are you talking to? “Shut up, you’re talking to yourself again.” You can’t believe this. (+1 Stress: 73/103)

You scoff. Somebody’s got attitude. Well, you, but still. “I’m just stressed out. Cut me some slack, alright?”

You take a deep breath and try to clear your head. Silence isn’t a bad thing. You get a report from Monster a second later, and take a second to see through his eyes. You see a faint glow in the distance.

Aw yes.

You change up your course and hike in the more better direction.

>>39486273


You continue on your new course, making pretty good time and slowly getting colder until you pick something up at the edge of your awareness.

No way. Seriously?

You hike further, and the feeling gets stronger. Up ahead, you spot a ghostly ribbon of energy winding through the trees, almost like a vein. It’s kind of a tangent to your current course, but then again... wings?

>Investigate ley line. Maybe you’ll get your wings after all.
>Stay on course to Colorado City, Colorado. You can come back later.
>Other (?)

>>39486293
>Investigate ley line. Maybe you’ll get your wings after all.
LAAAAAAAANDWEEEEEEEEEEELL
inb4 Hugo owns this one.

>>39486293
>Investigate the ley line. Maybe you'll get your wings after all.

>>39486293
>Investigate ley line. Maybe you’ll get your wings after all.

>>39486293
>>39486293
>Investigate ley line. Maybe you’ll get your wings after all.

If we can figure out how to open this landwell, maybe we can teleport back to the other one and get our stuff back.

Then again... ZORR.

>>39486293
>Investigate ley line. Maybe you’ll get your wings after all.
Keep sending monster towards the light

>>39486293
>Investigate ley line. Maybe you’ll get your wings after all.

Sierra is adorable when she talks to herself.

>>39486293
>>Investigate ley line. Maybe you’ll get your wings after all.

>>39486293

>Investigate ley line. Maybe you’ll get your wings after all.
Greed is the better part of valor.

>>39486293
>Stay on course to Colorado City, Colorado. You can come back later.
Go to the city. Call Ro or Isaac or Ranthix or someone and let them know where the hell we are at the very least. Optimally, we want to wait for them to get out here with us. Who knows who owns this thing. It could be that douchebag landmaster who kept threatening Satt with a glowing magic deer.

>>39486293
>>Investigate ley line. Maybe you’ll get your wings after all.
after this we focus on regaining sanity, ok? maybe take a spa weekend or something

>>39486411
But I think Sierra having someone to talk to all the time is great.

The argument over McDonald's was cute.

Do you just hate cute things?

>>39486375
Or, even worse, if there's a demonbane/angel landmaster. That would suck

>>39486293
>>Stay on course to Colorado City, Colorado. You can come back later.

>>39486293
>>Investigate ley line. Maybe you’ll get your wings after all.

Flying is better then walking

I don't think our stress situation is up for eating up another landwell at such short notice. not to mention possible current occupants

>>39486530
We're fine in the stress department, especially if there's nobody there. If there's people there then it might be a bit of a problem yeah. Last one was way worse though. Fucking Zorrs.

>>39486293
>Investigate ley line. Maybe you’ll get your wings after all.

>>39486565
Reber....

This is definitely that ram guy's well

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>>39486411
Bathhouse episode!?

>>39486565
But if there is, we are in the middle of nowhere, rage mode isn't that big a deal

>>39486600
I need to hear what you base that on. I'm not saying its not Hugo's, but I'm curious on your reasoning.

>>39486600
Then we can talk to him. He seemed like a decent guy, and probably knows a lot that can help us.

>>39486600
>well
Implying he only has one.

>>39486656
Go. Stay go.

>>39486600
Eeeeh, Languid hasn't been big on extreme coincidences so far. Hugo might track us, he clearly has some dimension hopping ability since he got to Cera alone, so meeting him here isn't outside the realms of realistic possibilities, but I highly doubt we just randomly fell on top of a landwell that already belonged to him since before.

>>39486254
>: 82/100 sanity
A bit worrying there.

>>39486293
>Investigate ley line. Maybe you’ll get your wings after all.

>>39486293
>nvestigate ley line. Maybe you’ll get your wings after all.

>>39486677
He did say we'd talk later while the whole "don't get murdered by Optimus Zorr" thing has happening

“Welly well now,” you say to yourself. Heh. Wells. “Would you look at that. Reeber, we’re making a detour.”

The hellhound halts in his tracks, and circles around to rejoin you.

“Let’s do this,” you say. Wings, here you come.

You approach the ley line, and then begin following it down toward the heart. The glow from the power seems at odds with the shadowy landscape that you see, but you guess it’s not physical light that it’s giving off. Super special landmaster light. Landmasters only.

You hike on for maybe a half mile before the ley line begins swelling up, merging with other incoming branches. Yep. This is definitely the place.

Following through, you hear the sound of running water, and come to a small stream. You hop over the black iciness, focusing on your prize.

You come out of the trees to the rocky shoreline of a vast black lake. A sheet of ice coats the water’s surface. The clearing somehow feels even colder than the forest behind you.

The key to the whole scene is the cold light beaming above the water’s surface. The landwell is maybe thirty feet out from the shoreline, maybe even still in the shallows, fixed serenely above the ice.

One other important detail you do notice, though. The landwell’s not a silvery star that could fit in the palm of your hand. It’s a weirdly emerald orb, about a foot across. The well smokes with teal light, the power wafting upward into the darkness.

>>39486790
>A bit worrying there.
Not really. We'll end up talking to ourself or experience some minor delusions, but it's really that bad.

>>39486662
Because I'm asuming whatever he used to get back home is conected to his wells, and it makes sense for whatever interference happened to our teleport to come from his teleport, resulting in Sierra winding up on the doorstep to one of his wells.

>>39486825

Huh. Is this one of Hugo’s? Or maybe someone else’s?

You look warily at the ice. It’s been a while since you started hiking, and you have some power to spare if you want to get dangerous. (PP: 17/36; HP: 24/29) You’ve managed to calm down some as well, so freaking out’s probably not an issue. (-15 Stress: 58/103)

>Welp. You don’t feel like dealing with this kind of drama right now. Maybe later. (Trek to town)
>Maybe you can get the resident landmaster’s attention. Chuck fire at the well or something. (?)
>Go out to the well. You’ll figure out the best plan once you’re there.
>>Try to be super paranoid and crawl out.
>>Just be careful. You can probably magic your way out of any trouble with your powers.
>Other (?)

>>39486828
I want to see the magical realm on the wrong side of 50 sanity

>>39486829
>it makes sense for whatever interference happened to our teleport to come from his teleport
Our teleport got fucked up because Zorr scraped the diagram

>>39486854
>Maybe you can get the resident landmaster’s attention. Chuck fire at the well or something. (?)

>>39486854
>>>Just be careful. You can probably magic your way out of any trouble with your powers.

>>39486854
>Just be careful. You can probably magic your way out of any trouble with your powers.

Walk out on ice?

nopenopenope!

>>39486854
>>Just be careful. You can probably magic your way out of any trouble with your powers.
>Other (?)
tell Reeber to stay back and gtfo if we rage

>>39486895
We did just get that Verwelken thing that lets us walk on water.

>>39486855
I sort of do as well. But I'm not sure If I'm willing to let it go that far.

>>39486854
Sneaking up on the landwell isn't going to work if there's anyone home, if we can detect people on our land they sure as he'll can to.
>Welp. You don’t feel like dealing with this kind of drama right now. Maybe later. (Trek to town)

>>39486913
And yet, I bet we're still wary/scared of it

>>39486854
>>Just be careful. You can probably magic your way out of any trouble with your powers.

>>39486854
>Maybe you can get the resident landmaster’s attention. Chuck fire at the well or something. (?)
Try doing our land sense pinging thing, but in reverse. That'll totally probably work.

>>39486854
>Go out to the well. You'll figure out the best plan once you're there.
>>Just be careful. You can probably magic your way out of trouble with your powers.

>>39486854
>Welp. You don’t feel like dealing with this kind of drama right now. Maybe later. (Trek to town)

Yeah, lets not bother with a claimed well, at least for now.

>>39486934
>>39486900
>>39486895
>>39486882
>>39486945
Guys. Claimed well. This is stealing from whoever has it now and if someone did it to us we'd almost certainly try to burn them to death for it.

>>39486854
>Welp. You don’t feel like dealing with this kind of drama right now. Maybe later. (Trek to town)
Discretion is the better part of not drowning.

>>39486980
So?

>>39486914
If 82 san means we talk to ourselves I can only wonder what 70,60,50 and below leads to. I'm interested to see if there is a 0/100 freak out like with rage and how Languid would deal with the insanity - hallucinations, likely and I would assume multiple personalities. But what else?

>>39486854
>>Welp. You don’t feel like dealing with this kind of drama right now. Maybe later. (Trek to town)

>>39486980
We can't actually steal a claimed well. We'd just be talking to the current land master.

>>39486854
>>Welp. You don’t feel like dealing with this kind of drama right now. Maybe later. (Trek to town)

Trying to take another Landmaster's well? Haha, no

>>39486990
We can walk on water. It's verwelkin ability that we've got now.

>>39486980
It's a dog eat dog world.jpg

>>39486900
>>39486854
changing to
>Welp. You don’t feel like dealing with this kind of drama right now. Maybe later. (Trek to town)

>>39487018
>We can't actually steal a claimed well.
Yes, we can. Did you not pay attention to Hugo at all? The entire reason he didn't claim the well before we got there is because we could have just touched it and taken it from him.

>>39487014
Would it be purely in-character?

Or would it be meta-insanity: like, the option with the least votes wins at sanity <30?

>>39487032
>a Colorado land master
>not having more wells than us and being able to stomp us

>>39487037
How do landmasters protect their wells then?

>>39487053
>Assumptions
>Lots of them

>>39487060
Lots of pointy sticks.

>>39486980
We don't even know if it is claimed.

The fact that it's an orb rather then a small star could mean anything, like there is lots of absorbed power laying around in it. The teal color hasn't come up before and a quick look through the archive doesn't show any thing about orbs and stars.The power wafting upward into the darkness could mean it's transferring to the owner, but it could mean several other things. Nothing for sure.

>>39487060
By not telling people that the locations and the implicit threat of violence should one be found. Remember back when Isaac was reading that text about landwells and we found out that the author's landmaster informants had been feeding him bullshit and misinfo to protect their power base?

>>39487060
magical alarms, landmines...

>>39487105
Every unclaimed one has been a pure white. Every claimed one has changed color and shape. Are you really going to argue that it's not claimed?

>>39487047
I'd hope the only fuckery is IC - and as we likely wouldn't understand anything or see it as it truly is it would be difficult to meta make sane decisions. That sort of meta fuckery only helps trolls - removing agency a shit, but manipulating our understanding of the situation would be cool. Players would have to be cool and not just stay still to prevent fuck ups though, acting as if we were sane.

>>39487037
It has been stated that you can not just steal landwells.
My list of personal assumptions is that the whole "Seal the rift" deal would take a lot of time, so if Hugo claimed the rift he'd be in a kill-or-be-killed situation, which is undesirable when you know you'll be outnumbered.
Or maybe I'm completely wrong and he was just following some Landmaster etiquette from the book of knowledge we never got to read.

>>39487140
>It has been stated that you can not just steal landwells.
I don't remember that being said at all, and even if it was then I have to question where it got said seeing as a chunk of the shit we've heard about landmasters has been a misinfo campaign designed to cripple other landmasters.

You look warily at the ice. Of all the defenses, it had to be a freaking lake. You could probably work with it anyway, but even if you got to the well, you’re not sure stealing it’s a good idea. And you don’t really know if you actually want to talk to the master of this land. If they’re anything like Sattler’s moose man, you’d be better off not seeing them at all.

You snort and walk down the shoreline. Too much drama, and it’s too late at night for this crap. Maybe you could take the well, rejuvenate, and fly off into the sunset, or maybe you’d just get the crap beat out of you. Or maybe the ice would break and you’d get dumped into frigid Colorado water.

Discretion is the better part of not drowning.

Walking to the edge of the lake, you eventually come across a clear path of snow leading through the woods. Some kind of trail, or something? You can’t tell since it’s buried, but it looks like it leads off, following the contours of a stream leading away from the lake.

Maybe the trail goes to a road? If you got to a road, you could hitchhike the hell out of here.

>Follow woodland stream-side trail.
>Forge through wilderness.
>Other (?)

>>39487128
Basically, I'm secretly hoping we freak out and go completely insane at some point before we find everyone so we get mental Sierra funtimes without ruining everything

>>39487186
Such as what? We'very barely heard anything about landmasters.

>>39487123

>>39387455
>The first thing you notice is the colorless white star of the landwell, glowing steadily in the center of the clearing, ringed by dead hulks of metal and the mountain of snowy wreckage behind it. It’s about seventy yards off. Ley lines converge in the sky around it, feeding into the silent well of pure energy.

You're right. Guess I missed that.

>>39487211
>Follow woodland stream-side trail.

>>39487211
>not going for the well above a lake

Oh thank god!

>Follow woodland stream-side trail.
>Have Monster scout ahead to see where the trail might lead

>>39487211
>Follow woodland stream-side trail.

>>39487211
>Follow woodland stream-side trail.

>>39487225
Such as that book about landwells and landmasters that Isaac had, filled with bullshit like "it is impossible for landwells to exist within 100miles of another well".

>>39487211
>Follow woodland stream-side trail.

>>39487211
>Follow woodland stream-side trail.
Not seeing what the wilderness will get us other then encounters with forest things and other claimed landwells a few hours off.

>>39487211
>Forge through wilderness.

>>39487211
>Forge through wilderness

>18 minutes between updates

Fast Languid!

>>39487140
You're confusing things. It was outright stated that non-landmaster magic people can't use claimed wells for their magic. Philo/Freddy/whoever can't use a claimed well for their shenanigans without the landmaster's consent, but landmasters can dick eachother and pilfer wells nonstop.

>>39487211
>>Follow woodland stream-side trail.

>>39487186
Well, on the plus side I guess we have Zorr set up to guard the field of rust. With any luck it won't go on a rampage and people will just steer clear.

>>39487293
Ah. That does make a lot of sense. I wonder how much we can trust Hugo to honor the deal behind the duel then.
He might claim that the conditions of our "Victory" weren't fulfilled since he didn't yield and wanted to discuss it further.
Speaking of, if a landmaster can just claim someone else's landwell, isn't sealing it a very temporary solution that can be undone by any other landmaster?

>>39487287
Best Languid. With the return of summer, his posting speed increases, but the dreaded Lawn returns.

>>39487272
>>39487270
Do you guys want to stick around in the woods more or something?

>>39487421
Yes.

>>39487421
>Sleep

>>39487421
Woods are love, woods are life

>>39487403
>Speaking of, if a landmaster can just claim someone else's landwell, isn't sealing it a very temporary solution that can be undone by any other landmaster?
If the opposition can find a landmaster who doesn't mind getting into a fight, yeah. But most people probably don't want to risk their immortality fighting over a glob of light just for the ability to cast 1 or 2 more of their spells before they hit empty.

>>39487404
It's is the price I am willing to pay

>>39487421
>Sleep

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Holy shit languid is running
this is madness but I like it hell yes

>>39487403
>>39487473
Oh, and fun fact: Dragons in this setting are nearly universally planeswalking landmasters. Fucking with a claimed well carries the risk of a pissed off dragon the size of a mountain teleporting on top of you.

>>39487542
And how do you know this?

You figure there’s nothing to be gained by cross country jaunting, except maybe feet even more sore than they are now. At least on a trail, you’ll avoid deep snow drifts and getting your legs any wetter than they are now. And if things are even better, there’s the whole possibility of roads.

You dispatch Monster to scout ahead, and begin trudging down the stream-side river trail.

The quiet babbling of water over rocks is kind of nice, and Reeber seems a lot calmer now than he was before. If it weren’t so damn cold, the meandering route of the trail would be relaxing or something like that, but as is you’ve got worries.

It occurs to you that you know exactly nothing about landmasters. Only Isaac’s book knew anything, and even it was full of BS. And yet here you are, on some landmaster’s land. Hopefully if they can sense your presence, they don’t get pissed at you.

You check in with Monster, and find that he’s found a ruddy dirt road bearing tire tracks. Your trail leads straight to it. “Success,” you hiss to yourself, picking up the pace.

Several minutes later and even colder than before, you come out onto the road, or at least the vehicle sized trail. You look both ways, though don’t see anything.

Reeber goes ahead and sniffs at a tree, interested in something.

You scent the air as well, but the snow’s cleaned out everything except the smell of pine.

You feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and in the distance, you hear the sound of a running engine. Blinding spots of light beginning flashing through the woods.

Actually it’s not so distant. Trees and snow just do a good job of muffling the noise.

>Flag down the driver.
>Glamor up.
>Take off into the woods.
>Hide.
>Wipe the dried blood off your fingers.
>Other (?)

>>39487577
>>Glamor up.
>Flag down the driver.

>>39487567
Not him, but there was a thread about dragons ages ago, and I seem to recall the whole land mastery thing they had, dunno about instant teleporting

>>39487577
>Glamor up.
>Wipe the dried blood off your fingers.
>Flag down the driver.

>>39487577
>Glamor up.
>Wipe the dried blood off your fingers.

>Flag down the driver.

>>39487577
>Glamor up.
>Wipe the dried blood off your fingers.
>Flag down the driver.

>>39487577
>Glamor up.
>Wipe the dried blood off your fingers.
>Flag down the driver.
>Other (?)
prepare for the worst

>>39487577
>Glamor up.
>Hide (by climbing a tree)

>>39487577
>Flag down the driver.
>Glamor up.
>Wipe the dried blood off your fingers.

>>39487577
>Glamor up.
>Wipe the dried blood off your fingers.

>>39487577
>Flag down the driver.
>Glamor up.
>Wipe the dried blood off your fingers.
>And any other dried up blood we have on us.

>>39487577
>Glamor up.
>Wipe the dried blood off your fingers.
>Flag down the driver.

>>39487577
>>Other (?)
think of a cover story as well and a glamour up for Reeber

>>39487577
>Glamor up.
>>Take off into the woods.
>>Hide.
>>39487577
>Glamor up.
>Hide.
Something doesn't seem right...
Also we being in a landmaster territory it could be the guy.

>>39487577
Our story is that we were a hired gun, working for an interplanatar terrorist group to make a portal between worlds. We accidentally reported to Colorado I think its actually going to be Russia, when our magic pentagram was damaged by a magic war robot.

>>39487729
>I think its actually going to be Russia
that'd be pretty cool

>>39487729
we could say that we fell out of a small plane

>>39487729
Maybe we'll get to put that language practice to good use.

We didn't forget to retrieve Zelathis, did we?

>>39487577
If we are in the States our story is that we were camping deep in the woods and our camp was raided in the middle of the night by insert wild creature(s) here. We ran away like a little girl and lost all our stuff.

If we are elsewhere we fell out of a planehaha, get it?.

>>39487795
We still got it. Picked it back up in last thread.

>>39487795
We got it.

>>39487817
>Forgot the spoiler tag

>>39487795
Yeah. I think the only things we lost was clothes. I think.

Roll dice for glamoring and stuff.

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>39487850

>>39487817
Absolutely terrible.
I like it.

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>39487850
Pls

>>39487850

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>39487850

Rolled 60 (1d100)

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>39487884
yeah i can't remember how to roll the dice

>>39487906
Good thing you didn't, too.

>>39487906
Thank god you forgot then.

>>39487862
>40
Success? Mostly?

>>39487906
Thank god you were fifth.

>>39487906
Good thing you didn't son, holy shit.

>>39487795
Do we still have that beetle man mace? I seem to recall giving it to rowan and it mig be a cool trophy if nothing else

>>39487923
40 is pretty shitty in a roll-under best-of-four system

>>39488009
It's best of 3

>>39487906
whew, that could have gone pretty bad

>>39487906
>Glamor malfunctions
>We appear as kalkaska, Eatter of Worlds.
>The driver is actually a Dragon who owned the landwell and was going to see what was wandering around his land.
>He snipes us on sight. The planet is saved from kalkaska once again. At least until the next alignment of the stars.

>>39488021
My point still stands

>>39487906
>Fuck up Glamours
>Look like fucked up demon
>Driver drives away, screaming in terror
>Gets to town, tells everyone.
>People go nuts
>Story spreads, takes on bigfoot proportions
> Years later, people are still looking for the colorado devil.

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>>39488031
>>39488050
The tabloids were TRUE!

>>39488050
It's a 100. You forgot the part where he hits Rebeer with the car while driving off.

>>39488009
Out of ignorance I was going to disagree, but yeah you're right. Out of 3 rolls, none being below 40 is around a 23% chance.
We're on a bad luck streak it seems.

>>39488050
Funny thing is that people who know magic and demons and stuff are real are the ones who'd think it's fake. Shadows + fire usually means dead before they're a toddler.

Car. Right. Gotta put on a face. Get a ride out of here. Yeah.

You realize your fingers are kind of numb, and realize you’ve got blood on your claws. Wait. Claws? You’ve got to pull yourself together. You quickly crouch down and start scrubbing them with snow.

You frantically start messing around with your glamors, packing away your horns and tail and whatnot, forcing your clawed hands and feet to stop being so deadly, and generally trying not to look like a demon. The spines take some more doing to get rid of – you thought you’d have more time to figure out a glamor before you got into town! (+3 Stress: 61/103; -2 PP: 15/36)

You could leap back into the woods and hide, but then you’re stuck hoofing it to the city. You doubt there’s going to be another car coming down this podunk dirt rode any time in the next century.

The highbeams hit you dead on, and you pull your shadow back into place against the unexpected light. The car’s coming around the bend and approaching fast. No time. You’re good enough.

Reeber moves out of the way, already glamored up himself and looking like a cold, iced over German Shepard. Stupid dog, being better than you at blending in.

You take a deep breath and wave to the headlights. As the vehicle approaches, you can see that it’s a flatbed truck, but you can’t make out anything more with those headlights in your eyes.

The truck rumbles to a stop about thirty feet off, and a door opens. You can’t really see anything more than the vague outline of the driver as he steps out. The only sound is that of the engine. You feel his eyes on you more than you can see them, and you feel incredibly out of place.

> So, I kind of need a lift. Y’know. If you don’t mind.
>What brings you out to this neck of the woods at this time of night?
>Hey there... I’m kind of lost. Like. A lot.
>You got any blankets in there?
>(Wait. What if you’re not in Colorado at all?) Uh. Privyet, brahtan.
>Other (?)

>>39488252
> So, I kind of need a lift. Y’know. If you don’t mind.

>>39488252
>Hey there... I’m kind of lost. Like. A lot.
>So, I kind of need a lift. Y’know. If you don’t mind.

>>39488252
>>Hey there... I’m kind of lost. Like. A lot.
>>(Wait. What if you’re not in Colorado at all?) Uh. Privyet, brahtan.

>>39488252
>Hey there... I’m kind of lost. Like. A lot.
>(Wait. What if you’re not in Colorado at all?) Uh. Privyet, brahtan.

>>39488252
>wave
>Hey there... I’m kind of lost. Like. A lot.

>>39488252

>Hey there... I’m kind of lost. Like. A lot.
>(Wait. What if you’re not in Colorado at all?) Uh. Privyet, brahtan.

>>39488252
>Hey there... I’m kind of lost. Like. A lot.

>>39488252
> So, I kind of need a lift. Y’know. If you don’t mind.
>Hey there... I’m kind of lost. Like. A lot.

>no shoes or socks
>chainmail
>torn up pants
>spotless jacket
We must look like a doofus

>>39488252
>Hey there... I’m kind of lost. Like. A lot.
>(Wait. What if you’re not in Colorado at all?) Uh. Privyet, brahtan.

>>39488252
>Hey there... I’m kind of lost. Like. A lot.
>So, I kind of need a lift. Y’know. If you don’t mind.

I hope our warning ring actually works in case this person is packing and is hostile.

>>39488338
Not to mention the sword
I bet it's the fucking goblin driving the truck

>>39488374
It didn't even go off for fuckin Zorr. No way it goes off for some dude with a gun.

>>39488252
>>What brings you out to this neck of the woods at this time of night?

>>39488252
>>What brings you out to this neck of the woods at this time of night?

>>39488374

Fuck, what if it's an existential warning ring? Only sparks up when something's about to happen that'll radically/traumatically alter our worldview.

Bet it'll catch on fire if Rowan starts trying to kill us.

>>39488374
>>39488414
>>39488454
Seeing as how we're (probably) going to be staying with Morriah for a week whenever we get back to California, we can have her look it over to see if it actually does anything or not.

>>39488414
Well, who knows. Maybe Zorr saw us as it's master since we revived it and just wanted to reach out to us. Golems aren't known for their restraint and control.
But then again, it's probably more likely that the goblin sold us a ripoff.

>>39488454
It probably only activates when we are in danger of losing our life, rather then getting hurt.

>>39488454
Why would she do that? Do you know something I don't? What did the shadows tell you?

Like that's give up on life because your family wants to kill you levels of bad.

>>39488478
It was radiating pure hatred and malice at us.

>>39488338
>>39488380
"Let me tell ya, never trust google maps to get you to a new LARP event. More trouble than its worth"

>>39488495
It was only playing!

>>39488471
Speaking of moriah, we should totally give her that obsidian jewellery we bought in Cerra as a souvenir, almost entirely because her reaction would be the cutest thing

>>39488553
I think that (and all our other crap) is with Zorr.

>creepy guy finds teen girl wandering alone on empty road
>jackpot.png
>"Can I offer you a lift pretty girl?"
>Sierra gets all the blood she needs, and a free truck

>>39488525
Exactly! And everybody knows that the best golems are made with souls, none of that Emeth bullshit that makes them as dumb as a rock.

>>39488482

...I said IF, my friend. I know nothing that you do not.

But I'd put money on some heavenly fuckstick mind-controlling or bloodbending her when they find out about us.

>>39488568
Languid gave us the option to drink the potion of not being retarded when we teleported here, so I'm not so sure

You wave halfheartedly. “Hey there,” you say lamely. “I’m... kind of lost. Like, a lot.”

There’s no reply. Why isn’t he saying anything? Wait. What if he doesn’t speak English? What if you’re not in Colorado at all? What if you landed in the Soviet Union? “Uh. Privyet? Kak vui pozhivaetye?”

“I speak English,” says the figure, in a drab tone. It’s not the king’s English either. It’s straight up American.

You feel your danger ring begin trembling against your finger.

“Who are you?” he asks sharply. The question is firm. No nonsense.

Uh oh.

>I’m a victim! What are you talking at me like that for?
>I’m Sierra. This is Reeber.
>That your landwell back there?
>Pfft. Who am I? More like, who are you?
>Wait. Me first. Where are we?
>I seriously don’t know what you expect from me. I don’t even have shoes.
>Other (?)

>>39488664
>I’m Sierra. This is Reeber.
>That your landwell back there?

>>39488664

>I’m Sierra. This is Reeber.
>I seriously don’t know what you expect from me. I don’t even have shoes.

>>39488664
>I’m Sierra. This is Reeber.
>That your landwell back there?

>>39488664
>Wait. Me first. Where are we?
>Is this Colorado or something?
>Oh, and I'm Sierra. That's Reeber.

>>39488664
>>I’m Sierra. This is Reeber.
>Wait. Me first. Where are we?

>>39488664
>Wait. Me first. Where are we?
>I seriously don’t know what you expect from me. I don’t even have shoes.

>>39488664
>Other (?)
"You know, I changed my mind. A walk would do me good."
Walk away slowly.

>>39488664
>I’m Sierra. This is Reeber.
>Where are we?

>>39488380
And we're caked with blood and mud.

>>39488676
>>39488694

Why would we tell him that we're a landmaster?

>>39488664
>I’m Sierra. This is Reeber.
>Other (?)
"funny story, i was heading to a larp but took a few wrong turns and then my car broke down, mind giving me a ride into town?"

>>39488774
Chances are he already can tell, like Hugo was able to.

>>39488664
>I’m Sierra. This is Reeber.
>I seriously don’t know what you expect from me. I don’t even have shoes.

>>39488664
>I’m Sierra. This is Reeber.
>Where are we?
If this is the landmaster we don't really want to reveal ourselves as a potential rival.

>>39488774
If he knows what it means it saves us some explaining, if he doesn't we can say we're starting to get deluded due to hypotermia

>>39488774
More people than Landmasters can see landwells. Druids, for one. Sorcerers of sufficient power or training for another. Still not a good idea, though. We look crazy if he's not in the know and we're a potential hostile if he is.

>>39488664
I'm Sierra this is reeber

And you are?

I'm just trying to get home I don't want no trouble

>>39488664
>>I’m Sierra. This is Reeber.
>>That your landwell back there?

>>39488814
That's a good point, people who want to utilize a landwell might well try to chase away any landmasters who come by.

>>39488664
>>You feel your danger ring begin trembling against your finger.

STRANGER DANGER!

Huh. So it does work.

>>39488860
It might react to subtle danger. Things that are not straight up apparent.

>>39488664
>You feel your danger ring begin trembling against your finger.
nope out into the woods

>>39488921
Or this dude is worse than ZORR.

>>39488664
>You feel your danger ring begin trembling against your finger.
how did i miss this part?

He is pretty clearly a dragon. He's lying about not being Russian as well.

>I’m Sierra. This is Reeber.
>I seriously don’t know what you expect from me. I don’t even have shoes.

You figure it’s best to tell the truth, even if it’s not the truth he may be talking about. “I’m Sierra,” you say. Then you lay a hand on Reeber’s head. “And this is Reeber. And... where are we, exactly?”

Your ring ceases its buzzing, and there’s a pause. “Nowhere in particular,” he replies, “but you’re about fifteen miles out from town.”

“Really,” you say, feigning surprise.

The guy can almost feel the puzzlement coming from him. “You’re not from around here.” It’s more a statement of truth than a question.

You frown and shiver. “Yeah, no.”

"You've got blood on your face," he adds.

"Uh. I do?"

There’s another pause. “Okay," he says, sounding exasperated, "why don't you get in the truck before you freeze to death.”

>Seems legit.
>Make a break for it.
>Say stuff (?)
>Other (?)

>>39489268
>Seems legit.

>>39489268
What are the emotions coming off him like?

>>39489268
>Seems legit.

>>39489268
>>Seems legit.
>Say stuff (?)
You would not have a phone on you that has network? Gotta call family to tell them I'm okay.

>>39489268
>>Seems legit.

>>39489268
>Seems legit.

Is there candy in your truck mister?

>>39489297

He's kind of far for tele-empathy.

>>39489268
Yeah ok but who are you exactly

Self-consciously wipe the blood off our face

>>39489268
>>Seems legit.

>>39489268
>Seems legit.
>Say stuff (?)
"Thanks, man. I have had a cunt of a day. Seriously, you wouldn't believe me if I told you."

>>39489268
>Seems legit.
>Thanks.

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>>39489268
>Seems legit.
>Other (?)
ask if you can loan a phone

>>39489268
>Seems legit.

>>39489268
>Decline, ask for directions.

>>39489268
>Make a break for it.

>>39489268
>>Seems legit.

>>39489371
We have a phone. It just doesn't have signal.

>>39489268
>Other
No thanks, I'd appreciate it if you could give me directions though. And a map.

>>39489268
>>Seems legit.

>>39486825
She'll so never have wings.

>>39489268
We fucked up our glamours, he can already see we're dæmonic.

Shitballs.

>>39489560
You take that back!

>>39489560
Eventually the shadow tentacles will gain the ability to become wings. Probably.

>>39489660
By then we'll basically be one of the nightgaunts from the H.P.L story, won't we?

>>39489660
More like, them ShadowTs will be able to do the nasty with our imouto Rowan-chaaan.

>>39489660
Shadow wings and our other mind powers would bring us pretty close to creature of the abyss territory.

>>39489724
never happen anon

>>39489724
I'll give you points for not giving up, but you lose them all for not giving up.

>>39489724
Languid should just accept that Ro is a best.

>>39489848
Says you, Lawn God could be the QM of BFQ for all we know, maybe Sierra gon' get Verwelken Incubus-styley shadow dingus that has a hankering for Rowan.

>>39489848
we can experiment when we're in college(or when we are college going age)

>>39489930
Not giving up? Was there another anon saying that would happen? I rarely manage to get HQ live, always from archive so search "d !" to skip through and just see Languid's posts.

>>39489942
Until proven wrong, I'm going to assume I'm right, and that there will be no lesbian fun with Rowan (or anyone else).

So, anyone wanna talk about drugs and how much America sucks again? Like the good old days? (I.E. a few days ago)

>>39489983
No.

>>39489982
always a good plan, man.

>>39489983
If you're the idiot that complained that people work for wages. No. "I'm in a right to work state! A bloo bloo bloo." So is most of the fucking nation you baby. Go get a real job and shut the fuck up.

>>39489979
There's usually at least one person insisting we waifu Rowan when the topic comes up

>>39490018
Work for wages are slaves*

>>39490018
That's the spirit. /pol/ shit is always preferable to waifu-shit. At least in my books. And no, I'm not.

>>39490018

Work is Murder, Gimme free monies!

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>>39489983
>America sucks

>>39490034
>/pol/ shit is always preferable to waifu-shit.
H-H-Here we go

Something about his unwillingness to have you along seems genuine. His offer is legit.

“Well?” he asks.

“Right,” you say, rooting yourself out from your position and walking over. He climbs back into the truck, and you walk out of the headlights’ spotlight, and come up to the icy passenger-side door. The vehicle’s a piece of junk, with patchy bodywork and scratched paint.

You wrench open the door, and it makes an unpleasant grinding sound.

The driver catches your expression at the noise. “That’s normal,” the driver informs you, his voice unnecessarily firm.

More attention grabbing than grinding sounds, however, the interior of the truck is all warm and cozy. Guy’s got the heater blasting.

Reeber runs up behind you, eager to get in. But given that there’s not enough room in the front seat for you and a dog, you need to get him in the back. You start looking for a button or something to move the seat so Reeber can get in.

“The handle’s on the back,” the stranger tells you, leaning over and pulling the chair over before you get a chance.

Reeber jumps up and into the back, and the stranger puts the chair back up for you before pulling back.

You climb in and shut the door behind you, noting the minute presence of beef jerky and pine scented air fresheners.

You glance over at the driver, and find him glancing over at you.

He’s probably around your age, not much older. He’s decked out in a heavy winter coat, with tough boots, beaten up jeans, and a fur hat. His expression is dour, and you can feel a sense of guarded wariness coming from him. Also, you can tell he’s loaded with power. Idle magic radiates from him, suffusing the truck’s cabin. (Fur hat guy: 48 PP)

He idly drums his gloved hands on the steering wheel for a moment, before throwing the car into gear and pulling off a u-turn. “What happened to your shoes?” he asks, not looking at you.

You look down at your frozen feet, cold and burning at the same time.

>Say stuff (?)
>Other (?)

>>39490105
"Lost my shoes"

>>39490105
>Other (?)
>Lean on him and give a thank you hug (wrap your shadows around him).

>>39490105
"Ate them for sustenance"

>>39490105
Supporting: >>39487729
>Our story is that we were a hired gun, working for an interplanatar terrorist group to make a portal between worlds. We accidentally reported to Colorado I think its actually going to be Russia, when our magic pentagram was damaged by a magic war robot.

>>39490105
>"I don't remember.."

>>39490105
>>Say stuff (?)
"Tried to dry my stuff with a campfire, shoes got too close.

>>39490105
>Lost 'em
>What are you?

>>39490105
"Used for toilet paper"

>>39490105
"So much crap's happened to me in the past few hours that I don't even know."

>>39490105
>...Long story...
Classic, tried and tested.

>>39490105
>"I don't remember.."

>>39490105
>Say stuff (?)
"So where are we exactly? In the states, sure, but where in the states?"

>>39490105
>Loooong story.

>>39490105
>>Say stuff (?)
I took them off so I could move around easier, but then I had to run for my life and didn't have a chance to grab them.

100% truthful

>>39490105
>Got into a fight with some kind of metal golem robot thing, shoes are gone.
So long as we don't let on that we're a landmaster, saying so should be fine talking about magic shit.

>>39490105
"Can I use your phone? If not you have a phone charger that I can use in your truck?"

They probably got napalmed while our whale crab was fighting Zorr. Not that we're telling him that.

>>39490105
I'll back >>39490131

>>39490105
>Other
I ate them

>>39490105
>Say stuff (?)
"Not sure. It all gets a bit fuzzy after the 5th shot of Jaeger."

>>39490105
Lost them

>>39490105
>>Say stuff (?)
plane travel shenanigans gone kind of right, what state are we in?

>>39490228
We should keep dropping various Russian hints on him.

>>39490105
And we lost them after we fell out of the plane.

>>39490105
I say >>39487729 seems like as good an idea as any right now. This guy is probably going to remain on edge no matter what we do, so we should at least try to tell partial truths.

>>39490105
"I got pulled into my computer screen while playing Planescape: Torment! Just like in Tron! The Nameless One helped me escape! Mort was a little shit though..."

>>39490133
Heh why not

>>39490228
>>39490281
Both of these, please.

>>39490299
this

>>39490105
>Say stuff (?)

"I took them off, then stuff happened. fire, running, planar travel, and I ended up here, wherever here is. It's been a long day.

Who're you?"

Dude's obviously magic. We don't have to say "oh yeah I'm a landmaster demon", but admitting that this weirdness is the result of magic fuckery would go a long way. He's less likely to put a gun to our head if we admit that the lack of shoes and us being here was the result of a fucked up teleport spell than if we keep giving dodgy non-answers.