>>39551922

“Maybe not a trick,” you say after a moment’s consideration. “I mean, I get that you’re not a conjurer of cheap tricks.”

“I wanted to see your trick though,” Nemo says, sounding disappointed.

“Well, you don’t have to glamor down if you don’t want,” you say. “I’m just kind of excited about dragons.”

“Aw don’t be like that,” says Nemo. “Let’s just see your trick thing.”

You weigh your options. You could be cautious, or you could have a chance at seeing a dragon.

Why is this even a question again?

“Stay there and give me a beat,” you say, stepping back a couple paces.

“I’ve been practicing, check this,” says Nemo. The dude starts nodding to himself to get a rhythm, and begins beat boxing. It’s not that good. But if he’s a dragon, that won’t really matter, because he’s a freaking dragon.

You plant yourself in the snow, and draw your switchblade from your backpocket. While it’s perhaps unnecessary to carry a switchblade when you’re covered with razorsharp edges, the idea of knives appeals to you.

Plus you can do sweet tricks.

You follow with Nemo’s beat, beginning to flip the little knife around your fingers, tossing it up and doing general trickery. You lay the knife on your nose, wiggle out from underneath and catch it on one of your galoshes, and kick it into the air, juggling it around with skill and speed. After maybe half a minute of this, you toss the knife high in the air, and whip out Zelathis, and start spinning it around as well. You catch your switchblade in the other hand when it comes down, and twirl your blades around.

Nemo forgets his beat boxing, though replaces it with rhythmic clapping as he cheers you on. “Badass,” he says.

“Hold on just one second,” you say tensely, your mind occupied by trajectories and sharp objects.

You start juggling the blades, cheating behind your back with your shadow self to execute extravagant and obviously impossible maneuvers.

>>39551935

You throw both blades to land behind your back, catch them with your shadow, and throw them backwards on the same trajectory, plucking them out of the air by the handles.

Nemo’s eyes go wide at the implausibility of your talent. “Oh man.”

You sheathe Zelathis and spin your switchblade back into its home pocket, and smile at the dude. “You liked that?”

“How’d you even – okay wait.” He stands up, and peels off his tank top, revealing his rather wiry torso, and throws it back on the chair.

You give him a weird look. “Uh. What are you doing?”

“Your whole sword dancing thing was hella cool,” he says, kicking off his flip flops. “If you got your heart set on seeing a big ol’ dragon, man, I’m not going to get in your way.” He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his basketball shorts. “Stand back though – the whole size thing can be a little overwhelming.”

The sheer shock of what’s happening shuts your brain down. You can only stare in bewilderment as Nemo goes to remove his shorts. You get the eerier impression he’s not wearing anything underneath.

“Nemo! What you’re doing, stop it!” shouts Roger. The landmaster, once again decked out in winter gear, trudges between you and Nemo, waving his hands in a cease-and-desist motion.

Nemo gestures vaguely in your direction, temporarily delaying his designs. “She’s never seen a dragon before, it’s cool man,” he says.

“If my mom found out about this, you’d be gone,” Roger warns. “Put You can’t strip down for every stranger off the street.”

“Sarah’s not off the street, she’s out of your house,” Nemo argues.

"Sierra," you say.

"Right," Nemo replies.

>>39551963

Roger picks up the discarded tank top and shoves it into Nemo’s arms. “Just put your shirt on,” he orders, scowling. You don't need to be able to feel his annoyance to know he's not happy.

Nemo groans heavily, though does as told. You’re not sure whether you’re relieved or disappointed as he shrugs his the piece of clothing back on.

The landmaster looks over at you, noting your state of readiness.

>You’re looking spry.
>I’ll have to see the dragon some other time, I guess.
>Nice save. This happen a lot?
>Don’t be mad at Nemo, I was egging him on.
>So, you’re the one who plays then? (Nod at instruments)
>So... is he a dragon or not?
>I’m good to go if you are. Just left my chainmail in the house.
>I’ve got somebody flying in to pick me up.
>Other (?)

>>39551979
>Nice save. This happen a lot?
>I’m good to go if you are. Just left my chainmail in the house.
>I’ve got somebody flying in to pick me up.
>So... is he a dragon or not?

>>39551979
>But I wanted to see a real dragon!

>>39551979
>>I’ll have to see the dragon some other time, I guess.
>So... is he a dragon or not?
>I’m good to go if you are. Just left my chainmail in the house.
>I’ve got somebody flying in to pick me up.

>>39551979
>Nice save. This happen a lot?
>So, you’re the one who plays then? (Nod at instruments)

>>39551979
>You’re looking spry.
>So, you’re the one who plays then? (Nod at instruments)
>So... is he a dragon or not?
>I’ve got somebody flying in to pick me up.

>>39551979
>mumble mumble dragonblocker mumble mumble

>>39551979
>Don’t be mad at Nemo, I was egging him on.
>So... is he a dragon or not?

>>39551979
>>You’re looking spry.
>>I’ll have to see the dragon some other time, I guess.
>>So... is he a dragon or not?

>>39551979
I'm still not sure whether he's actually a dragon or if that's just what he calls his dick.

>>39552188
On a phone so I'll be seconding a lot so

Second

>>39552212
Well, we were about to find out.

>>39552212
(Stress +50)

>>39551979
Can he at least breathe some fire or something without taking the glamour off? We can offer to light our head up like ghost rider if he wants. Fire's cool.

>>39552305
We've already done our trick, now it's his turn.

>>39551979
>I’ll have to see the dragon some other time, I guess.

>>39551979
god dammit the teasers

>>39552449
I know. Languid, you fucking tease! I hope your lawn flash freezes!

Damn dragontease.

>>39552449
Don't give up. We can still goad them into showing us the dragon.

>>39551979
>So, you’re the one who plays then? (Nod at instruments)
>So... is he a dragon or not?
>I’m good to go if you are. Just left my chainmail in the house.
>I’ve got somebody flying in to pick me up.

>>39551979
>You’re looking spry.
>Don’t be mad at Nemo, I was egging him on.


"If you cost me my only chance to ever see an actual dragon, I'm going to be a little bit less impressed with Canadian hospitality. First, milk in bags, and then ruining one of the good things about all this magic jazz. Seriously, milk in BAGS?"

>>39552556

Freeze it and you get ready made igloo parts.

You scoff. “But I wanted to see his dragon,” you say. You feel kind of confused. “I mean... a dragon.”

“Some other time,” Nemo promises. “I’m a man of my word.”

“Yeah...” you say.

Roger makes a frustrated sound. “Are you ready to leave?” he asks.

Dragon talk will have to wait till later. “Yeah, just let me go get my mail,” you say, running back to the house. You pop in, snap it up, and head back out. You find Roger heading through the snowfall towards his truck, and head over.

Reeber knows what’s up, and clamors into the bed. Looks like he’s more interested in adventure than comfort.

You jump into the truck with Roger. Wordlessly, he puts the vehicle in gear and you head off down toward the main road.

“Nice save back there,” you note.

Roger lets out a breath between his teeth. You can feel the subdued, smoky anger radiating from him, mixed liberally with sheer power. “Do me a favor and forget that happened,” he says flatly. He glances over at you. “You look better.”

“I do?” you ask.

He watches the road. “You were covered in scratches yesterday.”

“Oh yeah,” you say, remembering. “I’ve got a fast metabolism.”

“A fast metabolism,” he says, his tone doubtful.

“Or uh. Something like that,” you reply. Although your legs are still all bruised and stuff. No pain no game. Or is it gain? Or... something? “So... is he a dragon or not?”

Roger doesn’t reply immediately. Eventually, however, he chooses his words. “I think the less you know about me, and the less I know about you, the better,” he says.

>Yeah, I suppose. Kind of scary what’s out there. It’s a big world.
>And I thought I was paranoid.
>I don’t know if that’ll work out. We’re like, landmaster neighbors.
>Why’s that?
>That’s kind of harsh. People are usually cool, unless they’re not.
>There’s always Facebook.
>Let me be real for a second. I'm still kind of miffed about you dragonblocking.
>Other (?)

>>39552659
>>And I thought I was paranoid.
>>I don’t know if that’ll work out. We’re like, landmaster neighbors.
>>Why’s that?

>>39552659
>>Why’s that?
>>I don’t know if that’ll work out. We’re like, landmaster neighbors.
>>That’s kind of harsh. People are usually cool, unless they’re not.
>Let me be real for a second. I'm still kind of miffed about you dragonblocking.

>>39552659
>Let me be real for a second. I'm still kind of miffed about you dragonblocking.

Who gets to see a real dragon?

>>39552659

>Why’s that?
>I don’t know if that’ll work out. We’re like, landmaster neighbors.

>>39552659
>And I thought I was paranoid.
>There’s always Facebook.

>>39552659
>Why’s that?
>I don’t know if that’ll work out. We’re like, landmaster neighbors.
>Let me be real for a second. I'm still kind of miffed about you dragonblocking.

>>39552659
>Why’s that?
>There’s always Facebook.
>Let me be real for a second. I'm still kind of miffed about you dragonblocking.

>>39552659
>Yeah, I suppose. Kind of scary what’s out there. It’s a big world.

>>39552659
>>Let me be real for a second. I'm still kind of miffed about you dragonblocking.

>>I don’t know if that’ll work out. We’re like, landmaster neighbors.

Are landmasters just giant dickbags or something, and I didn't get the memo? Because so far you've been pretty cool about finding me randomly out there by "your" well.

Seriously, though, with all this magic crap going on and throwing a wrecking ball into my life, it's things like getting to see Unicorns and Dragons that make it worth it sometime. OH MY GOD, if he could have told me how to get wings I will never forgive you."

>>39552659
>Other (?)
"Sure, but back to the topic on hand, is the dude a dragon?"

Nemo's like Canadian Descartes.

>>39552659
>"Better because dragon conspiracies or better because Canadian isolationism?"
>Let me be real for a second. I'm still kind of miffed about you dragonblocking.

>>39552659
>You scoff. “But I wanted to see his dragon,” you say. You feel kind of confused. “I mean... a dragon.”

>inb4 his "dragon" is actually a miniature parasitic dragon, breathes fire and everything

>>39552681
Second

>>39552659
>And I thought I was paranoid.
>I don’t know if that’ll work out. We’re like, landmaster neighbors.
>Why’s that?

>>39552659
>That’s kind of harsh. People are usually cool, unless they’re not.

>>39552659
Three things to bring up

> Milk in bags. WTF.

> Is dude a dragon? This is important.

> Thanks for lending us your boots. Now why are you so pissed at this?

>>39552659
>I don’t know if that’ll work out. We’re like, landmaster neighbors.

"Neither of us are going to really drop this sort of mystery that easily, especially if we end up having to deal with each other more often.

We could end up helping each other if there was some shared trust."

>There’s always Facebook.

>>39552659
supporting this one>>39552998

>>39552659
>That’s kind of harsh. People are usually cool, unless they’re not.
>I don’t know if that’ll work out. We’re like, landmaster neighbors.
>That’s kind of harsh. People are usually cool, unless they’re not.

>>39552659
Well, now I'm convinced that ONE of them is the dragon.

Kind of strange we didn't get a power reading from Nemo. Can we think back if we did?

>>39552659
>Why’s that?

>>39553365
>Kind of strange we didn't get a power reading from Nemo. Can we think back if we did?
wait a minute... you're right!
suspicious.

“Sure, but seriously though, is the dude a dragon?” you say, not really invested in whatever else he’s saying.

“You knowing more about my friends is you knowing more about me,” Roger tells you.

“Let me be real for a second,” you say. “I'm kind of miffed about you dragonblocking me. There. I said it.”

Roger takes a deep breath. “There are other dragons out there,” he says. “What Nemo is or isn’t – what does it matter to you?”

“Okay, first off, duh, dragons. I feel I’ve been pretty consistent on that point,” you say, as if explaining yourself to a child. “Second off, I don’t know if barricading yourself behind walls of snow and coffee beans will work out. I mean. We’re like, landmaster neighbors,” you reason. “If we wind up having to deal with each other, we’ll have to wise up anyway.”

“It’s not that simple,” says Roger, tightening his grip on the steering wheel.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that, Canada guy?”

He narrows his eyes. “Because it’s... it’s just not,” he says. “There’s risks involved, risks I have no right to take.” He shakes his head, and relaxes a little. “You’re a long way from California. Do you have a ride home?” he asks, changing the topic.

You’re a little taken aback by the sudden turn in tone, but manage to shrug. “Somebody’s flying out, so. You know.”

He seems annoyed by that. “All the way out here?”

You snort. “Wouldn’t do to go half the way.”

Roger thinks for a minute. “Have they left yet?”

You check your non-existent watch. “Definitely not yet, probably.” You’ll have time to kill in Willems Lake, jewel of the Canadian West.

>>39553650

“Do you have a well near where you live?” he asks.

“Kind of,” you reply.

He nods, still thoughtful. “If we go to one of my nodes, I can portal you home,” he says.

“Wait. You mean like. teleportation?”

“Similar,” he says.

>Not that I don’t think that sounds cool, but I’ve had enough teleportation for one weekend.
>Hold the phone, is this some landwell trick you just got one day, or is this like, something you learned from somebody?
>All right. How much blood do we need, and how fresh does it have to be?
>Is this some kind of cheap trick to find out where my landwells are?
>Huh. Well, if keeps the TSA away from me.
>You’re totally avoiding your weirdo secrecy isolation phobia. Just FYI.
>Other (?)

>>39553669
>You’re totally avoiding your weirdo secrecy isolation phobia. Just FYI.
>Hold the phone, is this some landwell trick you just got one day, or is this like, something you learned from somebody?
>Not that I don’t think that sounds cool, but I’ve had enough teleportation for one weekend.

>>39553669
>Hold the phone, is this some landwell trick you just got one day, or is this like, something you learned from somebody?
>You’re totally avoiding your weirdo secrecy isolation phobia. Just FYI.
This would be a pretty useful skill to learn, what with having one on another plane now.

>>39553669
>That something I could learn to do or is that a may-or-may-not-be-dragons exclusive?

>>39553669
>Hold the phone, is this some landwell trick you just got one day, or is this like, something you learned from somebody?
>Not that I don’t think that sounds cool, but I’ve had enough teleportation for one weekend.

>>39553669
>Not that I don’t think that sounds cool, but I’ve had enough teleportation for one weekend.
>Hold the phone, is this some landwell trick you just got one day, or is this like, something you learned from somebody?
we had enough.
>>39553691
remember that crazy demon general guy at the first part of this quest? that guy tried to use landwells to mass teleport troops, so I forsee that it is possible for us to do so too.

>>39553669
>>Hold the phone, is this some landwell trick you just got one day, or is this like, something you learned from somebody?
>>All right. How much blood do we need, and how fresh does it have to be?

>>39553669

>Hold the phone, is this some landwell trick you just got one day, or is this like, something you learned from somebody?

>You’re totally avoiding your weirdo secrecy isolation phobia. Just FYI.

>>39553669
>Hold the phone, is this some landwell trick you just got one day, or is this like, something you learned from somebody?
>Huh. Well, if keeps the TSA away from me.

>>39553669
>You’re totally avoiding your weirdo secrecy isolation phobia. Just FYI.
>Hold the phone, is this some landwell trick you just got one day, or is this like, something you learned from somebody?
>All right. How much blood do we need, and how fresh does it have to be?

>>39553669
>>Hold the phone, is this some landwell trick you just got one day, or is this like, something you learned from somebody?
>>All right. How much blood do we need, and how fresh does it have to be?
>Huh. Well, if keeps the TSA away from me.
>You’re totally avoiding your weirdo secrecy isolation phobia. Just FYI.

>>39553669
>>You’re totally avoiding your weirdo secrecy isolation phobia. Just FYI. But if it's really that big a risk to you I can respect it.
>Hold the phone, is this some landwell trick you just got one day, or is this like, something you learned from somebody?

Also,

> Other dragons? So he is a dragon then?

Regardless, dude clearly doesn't trust us *at all*, so how do we know that he's actually going to teleport us back home and not into some creepy dimension somewhere? Overall, vote is against teleporting.
>>39553729

It is also the job we literally just got hired to do. But there's a difference between teleporting between A and B, and being able to choose which letters of the alphabet to jump between.

>>39553669
>Yeah, I'd rather not. Last time I portal'd through a landwell I ended up in Halth getting dogpiled by condapedes.

>>39553669
>Not that I don’t think that sounds cool, but I’ve had enough teleportation for one weekend.
>Hold the phone, is this some landwell trick you just got one day, or is this like, something you learned from somebody?
>All right. How much blood do we need, and how fresh does it have to be?
>Is this some kind of cheap trick to find out where my landwells are?
>You’re totally avoiding your weirdo secrecy isolation phobia. Just FYI.

I'll be back in about two hours.

>>39553805
If possible, we could have him teach us how to portal and do it ourself.

Though I'm not that worried about backstabbing, if he wanted to fuck us over he'd have done it by now.

>>39553669
>Hold the phone, is this some landwell trick you just got one day, or is this like, something you learned from somebody?
>>You’re totally avoiding your weirdo secrecy isolation phobia. Just FYI

COMRADES, THE LAWN HAS STRIKED AGAIN!

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Sierra is acting like such a teenage Cali girl right now. It's even better when I imagine her in her demonic form.

>>39553669
>Hold the phone, is this some landwell trick you just got one day, or is this like, something you learned from somebody?
>And if the latter, any chance you could let me in on the trick to it? Cuz that sounds crazy handy.

Let's let on that we're taking some serious risks too. Or let on that our "identity" is pretty crazy too.

>>39554565
Yeah we just wanna be friends Canada man don't be such a knob about it

>>39554655
me 2 but he seems too paranoid

>>39554655
Well what if he does something crazy when he gets stressed out? Goes on a rampage and slaughters people or something?

The smart thing to do would be to remove oneself from stressors and any extra contacts. Fewer involved to get hurt if he does lose it.

I mean only some sort of monster would with this flaws knowingly get attached and live among other people.

>>39555041
Hah but having friends has helped us with stress so much when we started out we never could have been looked at that Zorr guy without going full rage mode

>>39555078
After how many people have died?

I know I'm paranoid but I can't see how Issac could just let her walk around.

>>39555134
I think it has to do with him being old as Shit life just doesn't have as much meaning when everyone keeps just dieing around you

And I'd say he realized it isn't her fault she's like that she cannot help the way she was born he has probably put down a lot of kids who couldn't control themselves and this time he is going to try something different and it seems to be working

I'm back.

>>39555547
yay

>>39555134
I think he justified it by weighing the good she's done versus the lives she's taken. Also, he kinda blames himself for the rampages after the fights with Nabuth and Meckor, rather than just her.

>>39555663
Good point. Makes sense. I just hate the "Can't hep it excuse." That sort of falls into the too damn bad category.

>>39555663
There's also the bit where declaring that Sierra's a lost cause would completely go against his world view and spit in the face of everything he's hoped for for his entire life, an admission that his dad was right in that big stupid fight they had.

Hey wait. Wasn't using landwells to teleport part of Freddy's plan that we agreed to? Only we don't know how to teleport between landwells yet? If so, we gotta get this guy to teach us.

>>39555869
Your right we need that knowledge baby

>>39555713
Also hasn't he mentioned he feels guilty because he failed to help a hellborn kid in the past?

>>39553669
>Not that I don’t think that sounds cool, but I’ve had enough teleportation for one weekend
>You’re totally avoiding your weirdo secrecy isolation phobia. Just FYI.

>>39555891
Yea. He listened to his dad and stopped trying to help and the kid ended up getting used by the generic demon gangsters/conquerors.

>>39553669
>The thing I was doing had a couple hellborn guys who wanted to find a place where they could live. Can't go to Halth since the demons think they're weak mortal scum and can't stay in the US since the humans and demonbane think they're evil demon scum. When they explained it I thought "well, I could just sit around and wait for everyone else to die".
>I guess that's what you're doing now.

>>39556283
2nding this, at the right time.

>>39556283
+1

While teleportation sounds pretty cool, you feel like you’ve had enough teleportation for one weekend. On the other hand, teleporting around all over the place would be pretty freaking awesome.

“Okay, not to rain on your Canadian parade, but I’ve had some pretty iffy experiences with teleportation in the past. Why’s this going to be any better?” you ask.

“I’ll just drop you off in town when we get there,” says Roger.

“Wait wait wait. I didn’t mean that I didn’t want to, I just meant... I don’t know. Just let’s hold the phone a second,” you say. “Is this some neat landwell trick BS you just picked up one day, or is this like, something you actually can learn how to do?”

“It’s not a secret,” says Roger.

You snort. “Any chance you could let me in on the trick to it, then?” you ask. “Cause that’d be way crazy.”

“It’s straightforward if you have somebody to show you,” says Roger. “Just ask them about it.”

“That’s the thing. I’ve kind of just been winging all this up till now,” you say.

This gives Roger some pause. “I thought you said you wound up here because you were skipping planes,” he says.

“Yeah, and it wasn’t like I had anything to do with it,” you say.

You reach the main road, and Roger looks both ways down the forest-lined road. There’s no one in sight forever, so the stop’s blatantly unnecessary. “You legitimately do not have anyone to talk to about this,” he says, kind of a question, kind of a statement.

You raise your hands in exasperation. “The first landmaster I met tried to stomp me in a duel, and the second’s a maple-head with some weirdo secrecy isolation phobia,” you say, kind of fed up with the situation. (+2 Stress: 9)

After a moment of deliberation, Roger’s expression softens. “It’s not like that, all right?” he says, sounding tired. “Look. I can show you how to portal between your landwells, if you want.”

Aw yes. “I do want,” you say.

>>39556501

“Fine,” he says, turning right onto the road.

You vaguely remember directions from before, and understand you’re driving to the floating lake landwell from last night. The idea of teleporting around all over the place gives you the chills. Kind of a cool deal. (-1 Stress: 8)

Still, for a guy who’s cool enough to let supernaturally powered vagabonds crash at his house, it’s weird how hard it is to convince him to help you. Maybe he’s just a distant kind of person, or something like that.

>Say stuff (?)
>Say this >>39556283
>Wait till you get to the well.
>Other (?)

>>39556513
>Say this >>39556283 #

>>39556513
>Wait till you get to the well.

>>39556513
>>Say this >>39556283

>>39556513
>Say this >>39556283

>>39556513
>>Say this >>39556283
I will put my faith in you anon.

>>39556513
>>Wait till you get to the well.

>>39556513
>>Wait till you get to the well.

>>39556513
>There any other neat Landmaster tricks I should know about? Because so far I got is the one where I can sense life on my land, sense the wells themselves, and draining wells to heal and recharge power. Couple summons, but those just sorta happened.

Holy shit the blatant samefagging.

>>39556520
>>39556537
>>39556547
>>39556566
samefag

>>39556513
>Wait till you get to the well.

>>39556513
>Say stuff (?)
Is it normal to have somebody teach you about this stuff

>>39556513
>Totally say this >>39556283

>>39556513
>>Wait till you get to the well.

>>39556513
>Wait till you get to the well.

>>39556513
>There any other neat Landmaster tricks I should know about? Because so far I got is the one where I can sense life on my land, sense the wells themselves, and draining wells to heal and recharge power. Couple summons, but those just sorta happened.

>>39556683
Stop it

>>39556513
>>Wait till you get to the well.

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>>39556670

>>39556619
>>39556670
>>39556697
It isn't samefagging you morons, they're literally quoting an option from the lawnman.

>>39556513
>Wait till you get to the well.

>>39556718
>inb4 accusations of editing

>>39556513
>Wait till you get to the well.

>>39556737
>THAT WAS EDITED! FUCK YOU SAMEFFEG!

Feel better?

>>39556760
Not really, but I wasn't particularly upset to begin with.
Wrote >>39556283, but I wasn't one of the people to vote for it this update. I wanted to ask about landmaster stuff since that's where the conversation seemed to be headed to.

>>39556513
>>Say stuff (Are there any other neat Landmaster tricks I should know about?)

Is Cass on her way? I'd laugh if Sierra learns how to quick travel and forgets to tell the Hallows and Cass ends up traveling to Moosefuck, Canada for no reason at all.

>>39556840
Well... Teleportation.

>>39556840
>Roger thinks for a minute. “Have they left yet?”

>You check your non-existent watch. “Definitely not yet, probably.” You’ll have time to kill in Willems Lake, jewel of the Canadian West.

>>39556513
If we're going to do this we should call Cass, and not say >>39556283 until he's actually shown us, in case he gets mad.
We should also get his number, you know, just in case we have other landmaster questions.

>>39556513
>>39556283
Too late, languid nailed it.

>>39556513
>There any other neat Landmaster tricks I should know about? Because so far I got is the one where I can sense life on my land, sense the wells themselves, and draining wells to heal and recharge power. Couple summons, but those just sorta happened.

>>39556725
Each one has a

>>>> or a **

Or a # or "I ALSO VOTE THIS I AM NOT THE SAME GUY!

“You know, I’m not trying to like, kill you or whatever,” you say.

Roger’s expression is hard to gauge, as are his feelings on the matter. “You wouldn’t have gotten within a mile of my house if you were,” he says. He doesn’t say anything else, and you don’t try to make him.

Eventually you get to the side road that leads to the side path, and from there, you walk out to the well, with Reeber close behind.

Roger isn’t super talkative, and you wind up whistling a tune to fill the silence.

But eventually you get to the isolated lake, with the landwell smack dab in the middle. The ice is covered with a fresh sheet of snow, hiding where the water begins and the shoreline ends. However, the lake’s general form can be seen by the uncannily flat plane of pristine snow which stretches out before you. The whole hidden ice thing is sketchy as hell.

Roger, however, ignores the blatant risks and walks out toward the well over the ice. His tracks mark the only touch of texture over the whole flat plane of white.

You find yourself halting by the shoreline. Maybe last night it made more sense when you saw what you were up against, and when you would have been the only one on the ice, but this whole thing just doesn’t seem like a good idea. (+1 Stress: 9)

>>39557087

You can hear the ice making noises under Roger’s footsteps. You can’t stop yourself from picturing what it’d sound like if he dropped out of view into the water below. (+2 Stress: 11)

You take a deep breath. You’ve got this. You’re not afraid of water, you’re just... kind of not somebody who’s a fan of suddenly being dumped into water. You shiver uncontrollably for a second. (+4 Stress: 15)

“I said it’s safe,” Roger says. He’s closer to the well, looking back at you. “It’s at least four inches out here.”

>You didn’t say that, you just walked out there like some kind of ice walker.
>Just show me the thing, I’m watching.
>Four inches. That’s pretty good, right?
>This feels kind of sketchy.
>Walk out onto ice.
>>Grow up and just get it done with already.
>>Remember, you’re a badass demon who can magic yourself out of any trouble.
>>Close your eyes and walk forward while trying not to think about it.
>>Canada guy already made it out that far, just follow his tracks exactly.
>Other (?)

>>39557042
What a surprise, quoting greentext with 4chan X adds another > to the line.

Why isn't >>39556687 and >>39556688 samefagging? Stop being ass, it's a fairly fun and angsty write-in that fits. And no, I didn't vote for it, I have no chip in the game here.

>>39557100
>>>Remember, you’re a badass demon who can magic yourself out of any trouble

>>39557100
>>>Close your eyes and walk forward while trying not to think about it.

>>39557100
>You didn’t say that, you just walked out there like some kind of ice walker.
>Grow up and just get it done with already.
>Remember, you’re a badass demon who can magic yourself out of any trouble.

>>39557100
>>You didn’t say that, you just walked out there like some kind of ice walker.
>Four inches. That’s pretty good, right?
>Walk out onto ice.
>>Canada guy already made it out that far, just follow his tracks exactly.

>>39557100

>>Close your eyes and walk forward while trying not to think about it.

>>39557100
>You didn’t say that, you just walked out there like some kind of ice walker.
>>Remember, you’re a badass demon who can magic yourself out of any trouble.
>Other (?)
>>39556613

>>39557100
>>Remember, you’re a badass demon who can magic yourself out of any trouble.

>>39557100
>Walk out onto ice.
>>Mentally repeat the mantra of "I can double jump" over and over and over again.
>>Utilize shadow to distribute weight over a wider area so it has less chance of breaking.

>>39557100
>Walk out onto ice.
>>Remember, you’re a badass demon who can magic yourself out of any trouble.

>>39557100
>Four inches. That’s pretty good, right?
Don't think of boats.. or drowning.

>>Close your eyes and walk forward while trying not to think about it.

>>39557100
>Four inches. That’s pretty good, right?
"I believe you, but is there like, a sign that says 4 inches is totally safe? Just kidding."
>Walk out onto ice.

>>39557100
>Dude I can't swim and this is sketchy-ass frozen Canada death water.

>>39557100
Poke the ice with our shadow before we step on it. If it doesn't break, it's probably fine.

I got this mental image of Sierra standing on the shore looking really apprehensive poking at it with her nightmarish shadow tentacles like a kid who's scared to jump in the pool and it's adorable.

>>39557100
>You didn’t say that, you just walked out there like some kind of ice walker.
>Just show me the thing, I’m watching.
>Four inches. That’s pretty good, right?

>not asking him if there is any other land master stuff we should know about

>>39557174
>Sierra revealing a weekness
HAH

>>39557199
Heh do this one

>>39557156
>>>Utilize shadow to distribute weight over a wider area so it has less chance of breaking.
smart

>>39557199
+1

>>39557100
>I bet you think 4 inches is really impressive huh?
>Walk out onto ice.
>>Remember, you’re a badass demon who can magic yourself out of any trouble.

Roll some dice.

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>39557280

>>39557280

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>39557280

Rolled 41 (1d100)

>>39557280

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>39557280

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>39557280

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>39557280

Place ye bets. Is the roll for whether or not we freak out? Or is the ice about to break and we'll have to keep cool and Aether Step all over the place? Or maybe suddenly hostile wildlife is happening.

>>39557347
Rodger just decided to kill us that's all.

This is our roll to not get insta gibbed by his trap spell.

>>39557347
>Is the roll for whether or not we freak out?
Nah.

It's the roll to see how hard we freak out.

>>39557347
or he's tying to kill us

>>39557375
>>39557374
>>39557367
>implying this isnt for resisting the urge to spout crazy talk and watch him be confused

>>39557399
>Sierra starts rambling about how the ice must be compensating for its 4 inches by being really cold

>>39557399
That's freaking out man.

>>39557424
No, freaking out would be babbling about the ice and it being unsafe.

Getting into an insanity fueled debate with yourself over the merits of how clouds taste is being crazy.

>>39557447
Clouds probably taste a lot like ice but with the added benefit of maybe getting electrocuted.

>>39557100
>Ice is basically quicksand, right?
>Well, they say that you're supposed to lay flat on quicksand so you don't sink
>So if we lay flat on the ice, we can use our shadow to scoot like some kind of weird amphibious dolphin

>>39557476
>Ice is basically quicksand, right?
Wrong

>>39557489
No, I'm pretty sure it's basically quicksand. You go out on it and it drags you down and doesn't let go.
This was more for weird shit that Sierra might think than anything that's true

>>39557489
Not by Sierra-logic.

>>39557489
We got an ace detective here, look out.

>>39557476
>weird amphibious dolphin
>not like an elegant and sophisticated inchworm

“You didn’t say that, you just walked out there like some kind of ice walker,” you reply. You don’t have to be very loud for your voice to carry over the silence.

“Well I’m saying it now,” says Roger. “It’s perfectly safe, look.” He jumps up and down a couple of times, stomping on the ice with abandon.

“Quit it!” you bark. Any second he’s going to die if he keeps it up. (+4 Stress: 19)

He gives you a quizzical look. “You need to be out here if I’m going to show you how to open a portal,” he says. “There’s no way around it.”

You manage to get a hold of yourself. He’s out there, so obviously it’s okay. Right? “Four inches. That’s like. That’s pretty thick, right?” you ask.

“It’s February. You’re in British Colombia. The ice is thick,” he says. He motions you toward him. “Come on.”

Whatever. You can do this. You could probably jump to shore if you needed to, even right off the surface of the water. You can feel the shadows underneath the ice, lying in wait for the slightest disturbance for you to call them to action. You’ve fought and killed demons twice your size. You’ve got this.

You grit your teeth and step out onto the snowy ice. And then you take another step. And another. And then -

The ice kind of slips under your yellow boot, and you wind up narrowly avoiding a fall. But the scuffle clears away some of the snow, and you’re left with a clear view downwards. The ice gleams black in the off-white light glowing from the iron clouds above. You can feel the depth below you, gaping wide. (+4 Stress: 23)

You feel a churning in your stomach. It’s like you can almost see something down there in the dark, gently drifting, turning, and you feel kind of dizzy. (+5 Stress: 28; -1 Sanity: 81)

>Keep moving forward.
>Stay in place, focus on not falling over.
>Examine mysterious thing beneath ice.
>Abort mission.
>There’s something down there. What the hell’s down there?
>Calm down. You’re fine. Everything’s fine.
>Other (?)

>>39557594
>There’s something down there. What the hell’s down there?
>Shadow stabilisation

>>39557594
>Examine mysterious thing beneath ice
Use our shadow vision thing that lets us see in the dark.

>>39557594
>Other (?)
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP"

>>39557594
>Keep moving forward.
>Calm down. You’re fine. Everything’s fine.

>>39557594
>>Keep moving forward.
>>Calm down. You’re fine. Everything’s fine.

>>39557594
>There’s something down there. What the hell’s down there?
>Stay in place, focus on not falling over.
>Examine mysterious thing beneath ice.

>>39557594
>Keep moving forward.
>There’s something down there. What the hell’s down there?

Spreading our weight out a bit with our shadow isn't a bad idea.

I kind of want to talk to the shadows under the ice, but let's wait on that until we're feeling a bit more stable on our feet.

>>39557594
>There’s something down there. What the hell’s down there?

>>39557594
>Stay in place, focus on not falling over.
>Examine mysterious thing beneath ice.
>There’s something down there. What the hell’s down there?

>>39557594
Calm down its fine just keep cool it's cool

>>39557594
>Keep moving forward
finding out what that is definitely isn't worth sanity loss

>Calm down. You’re fine. Everything’s fine.
>Keep moving forward.
Let's not dwell too much on the thing that goes bump in the depths.

>>39557594
It's just a big shadow, yeah?
>Talk to it.

>>39557594

>There’s something down there. What the hell’s down there?
>Stay in place, focus on not falling over.

>>39557632

Shadow sight doesn't let you see through transparent surfaces.

>>39557610

While a good idea, you're trying not to show Roger what you are.

>>39557594
>Keep moving forward.
>Examine mysterious thing beneath ice.
>There’s something down there. What the hell’s down there?
>Calm down. You’re fine. Everything’s fine.

>>39557594
Always keep moving on ice.

>>39557678
It most definitely is. Sanity regeneraes

>>39557667
>I kind of want to talk to the shadows under the ice,

I'd much rather never see what the next step in crazy Sierra gets from San damage.

>>39557594
>>Abort mission.
>>There’s something down there. What the hell’s down there?
>>Calm down. You’re fine. Everything’s fine.

>>39557696

I thought it was spread your weight over as much surface area and as evenly as possible?

>>39557594
>EXPLODE

>>39557697
>Sanity regeneraes


No, it doesn't. Sanity only goes up from certain things Sierra does, it doesn't come back on its own.

>>39557722
Yes, it does. It's slow and we don't see it when we're doing the play by play updates, but it happens.

>>39557722

It does regenerate, though only with a lot of time and a lot of normal things that are in Sierra's comfort zone.

>>39557737
Well it must only go up a point or two every 10 threads or such, cause I never notice it going up on it's own.

Regardless it isn't worth it. The lower our sanity gets the easier it is for it to deteriorate and it does so faster.

A snowball can quickly turn into an avalanche.

>>39557702
We're only down 19 Sanity, that's not all that bad. We've got some buffer and there should be some San regen once we get back to the Hallows, and doing regular life stuff.

And the Shadow beneath a Landwell will know quite a lot, some of it might even be helpful for us. It might even be one of the nice Shadows.

>>39557717
Sounds good, let's just slowly lie down on our stomach and start sliding our way across the ice.

we should chill out and regain some sanity points after this, maybe a weekend at a spa with Rowan?

>>39557770

Operation Penguin is a go

>>39557594
>>There’s something down there. What the hell’s down there?
>>Calm down. You’re fine. Everything’s fine.
>>Other (?)
double jump to where he is

>>39557769
DO IT
Call to the shadows

>>39557769
>it's only down 19 points

>Sierra is legitimately arguing with herself

For all we know the next step is her biting pieces of herself off, or tearing out her hair by the handful.

>>39557800
nah, yer a cunt m8

>>39557769
You know, if you think about it, that means that we're only 81% sane. That means basically a fifth of our sanity is gone.
As a side note I'm in a dark house no one else is awake and I just heard tapping against a window. (-1 Sanity)

>>39557594
>>Keep moving forward.
>>Calm down. You’re fine. Everything’s fine.

>>39557829
It's the wind, you skittish fuck. Or rats.

>>39557769
>And the Shadow beneath a Landwell will know quite a lot,

yeah the shadows beneath a near invisible floating orb in the middle of fucking nowhere is going to know SO MUCH stuff.

>>39557829
It's either a bird or a serial killer trying to test your awareness before breaking in and hiding in your shower.

>>39557842
No trees by the window. It's Canada so nothing's alive yet.

>>39557594
>Yo Roger you keep giant shadow monsters under the lake or something?

>>39557862
they can still blow in the wind, and a lot of animals dont hibernate,stoats (big ferrets) being one of them

>>39557829
It's Sierra

You’re not sure if you want to see what you think you’re seeing. “There’s something down there,” you say. “What the hell’s down there?” (+3 Stress: 31)

Roger gets a faraway look on his face for a second. “Nothing except a few fish,” he says.

“I’m pretty sure it wasn’t a fish,” you say.

He still seems pretty dismissive. “Then you must know something I don’t.”

The comment kind of jars you out of your pseudo-panic. Roger is the landmaster here. If there was anything funky going on, he’d probably be the one to know about it. You force your mind off of the things below. You just need to calm down. You’re okay. There’s nothing wrong, you’re just a little on edge because of the ice.

“It’s this sketchy-ass Canada death ice,” you say, stopping your shivers and turning them into a careful shuffle that moves you forward. It’s actually not that far. In just a little bit you reach Roger. The landwell burns with power just a couple yards away.

“See? Not so bad once you get out here,” Roger tells you.

>It is kind of bad though.
>Maybe its just stress.
>You seriously keep something under here, don’t you.
>Can you just skip to the whole portaling thing?
>So there’s the well. What do I do?
>Other (?)

>>39558016

>You seriously keep something under here, don’t you.
>So there’s the well. What do I do?

>>39558016
>It is kind of bad though.
>So there’s the well. What do I do?
>Other (?)
and is there any other cool landmaster stuff i should know about?

>>39558016
>>So there’s the well. What do I do?

>>39558016
>It is kind of bad though.
>Maybe its just stress.
>So there’s the well. What do I do?

>>39558016
>You seriously keep something under here, don’t you.
>Or maybe it's not technically alive. Can you sense stuff that's not technically alive? Or entirely in this dimension?

>>39558037
this

>>39558044
>>39558016
Supporting.

>>39558016
>It is kind of bad though.
>So there’s the well. What do I do?

>>39558016
>>Can you just skip to the whole portaling thing?

>>39558044
>>39558016
Supporting.

>>39558044
This one please

>It is kind of bad though.
>So there’s the well. What do I do?

>>39558016
>So there's the well. What do I do now?

>>39558016
wait a sec.. could it be the metal thing whose name i cannot remember? the one that got inside the portal circle

>>39558016
>EXPLODE
>Touch the well
>Hold Roger's head under the water until the bubbles stop
Nah but really that shit under the ice is freaking me out. Giant swirling lake monster shadow thing. Roger needs to be warned that his landwell is probably haunted. Or it might be sitting over a rift to Verwelkia.

>>39558107
Zorr?

>>39558016
>It is kind of bad though.
>Think of it like this: As hard as it is for me to imagine someone not liking dogs, it'd be easier if I knew that they had been bitten by a dog, then that dog had gone on to kill their entire family.

>>39558107
U wot? How could you forget

ZORR!!?

>>39558016
>It is kind of bad though.
>Maybe its just stress.
>You seriously keep something under here, don’t you.
>So there’s the well. What do I do?

>>39558016
FINALLY a chance to use our light ball spell.

Cast light ball under the ice. Make it drift down there so that we can see that there isn't anything and we don't stress during the well wellingness.

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>>39558016
>You seriously keep something under here, don’t you.
>>39558107
ZORR

>>39558116
yeah
>>39558122
because i have a shitty memory, can hardly remember what i did yesterday, even a few hours ago is hard to recall
we should prolly mention it to him, just in case

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>>39558143
Oh wait this guy gets it

>>39558016
>It is kind of bad though.
>You seriously keep something under here, don’t you.

>>39558143
>>39558016
Light Spell, I choose you!

it's like you guys don't want to know what other stuff a landmaster can do

>>39558143
I forgot we knew that spell. It's kinda funny that the only legit magic, not racial ability, spell we have is for a light spell and we're a quarter shadow monster.

>>39558143
This could be our only chance to justify learning that spell. We must use it.

>>39558016
supporting >>39558143
And if it we do learn that it's something terrifying, then Roger straight up lied to us and this teleporting business is all probably a really bad idea.

>>39558406

In which case we kill him dead, or try to, in which case we just come back and kill him dead

>>39558457
Kill him? Noooo, let's not go crazy here. This is a guy who bosses around dragons (using his momma's authority, but still). No, I say we just bail and find our way home without his help at that point. No need to provoke him unless necessary.

Plus killing him might piss off the only dragon we've ever met. No reason to burn that bridge if we can help it.

“It is kind of bad though,” you say, still feeling unstable on your feet. If you think about it too much, it’s like everything tilting back and forth. “I’d rather fight a beetleman, and I’m not even joking. You seriously keep something under here, don’t you.”

“I can feel all the life for miles in every direction,” says Roger. “There’s nothing under here but fish.”

“I’m calling BS,” you say, clearing aside some snow with a foot. You’re out of practice, but you still remember the rudimentary light magic Moriah taught you. Light’s kind of like fire, so you’re pretty good at it. Except you don’t want it in your hand, you want it in the water, under the surface.

You kneel down and press a hand to the cold, darkened ice, and try to form the light beneath. It takes more power than you thought, but you’re good to go on magic fuel. (-3 PP: 29) The white flames burn along the bottom of the ice, intense in their light. Rays pierce down through the depths to the lake bottom, which is surprisingly close. This whole thing is only like six feet deep, max.

A group of fish scatter at the sudden intrusion of light. Other than that, there’s nothing but frigid water and gross gangly mud plants on the bottom. Another second of looking gives you nothing to show except self-doubt.

Roger doesn’t comment, though he does join you in surveying the bottom of the lake.

Kind of confused, and feeling the beginnings of a headache, you stand and brush the snow off yourself. “Guess it went into hiding,” you say, not quite sure of what you saw anymore. (+1 Sanity: 82) “But uh. Anyway. Here’s the well, here’s us. What do I do? But actually first, are there any other ‘easy’ landmaster tricks I should know about?”

“I know Landwells can do all kinds of things,” says Roger. “That doesn’t mean I know what half of those things are. Portalling though, every landmaster I’ve run into knows portalling.”

“Let’s see it,” you say.

>>39558630

Roger touches a hand to the well. “All right, touch the well with me,” he says.

You do as instructed. You feel a strange buzzing sensation as your hand nears the emerald ball of light, which intensifies as you actually lay your hand on the thing. It’s like an intense vibration, shaking the sense out of your hand, even though there’s no physical movement involved.

Crimson light flares out at your touch, burning around your hand, but only your hand – the rest remains green.

“You know your land sense?” asks Roger.

“My what now?” you ask, blinking.

“The connection to your land,” he says.

“Right,” you say, fishing around your mind for the dull, distant feeling of the wells you’ve captured.

“Concentrate on the well you want to go to. Feel the land around that well.”

You focus on the San Bruno well until you get a vague feeling for the life of San Fransisco. It’s really windy. Cold. Cloudy. But a whole lot warmer than it is here. Its abuzz with movement, with life. You can almost feel the lives.

Roger can see you’ve got it. “Project the feeling of that node onto this node. It takes some power, and it burns up the energy of the destination well, but it works every time.”

You do as instructed, struggling to hold the whole sense of the well in mind long enough to imagine it outside of yourself. With a touch of will, you superimpose the feeling of San Francisco over Roger’s well, or more appropriately, the portion of Roger’s well that you’re in contact with.

>>39558641

You feel something happening, and suddenly you’re aware of Reeber on the ice, right at your side. (-10 PP: 19)

“Good luck,” says Roger, taking a step back.

You scoff and turn to look at him. “What’s that supposed... to mean?”

It’s warm and humid, and a strong, salty wind breezes past you. You’re on a grassy slope, with a commanding view of Daily City. The tumultuous pacific sits grey out to the horizon, with a dull white overcast sky above. You’re only like, a few miles from home.

Reeber shakes the snow off his glamored coat of fur, and looks up at you with questioning eyes.

>Do stuff (?)
>Other (?)

[That's the end for tonight.]

>>39558652
>>Do stuff (?)

Call the Hallows

>>39558652
We didn't even say good bye.

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>>39558652
>Do stuff (?)
call home and tell them where to pick you up
thanks for the thread

>>39558652
Stop that plane!

>>39558652
>Do stuff (?)
Call home

Thanks for running

>>39558652
>Do stuff?
Call the Hallows to tell them where you are.

>>39558652
Just in time for school!

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>>39558652
>[That's the end for tonight.]

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>>39558652
Uh.
Well.
that's that.

>>39558652
>Other?
Just for giggles, touch your San Bruno well and see if can sense the Field of Rust landwell in Cerra.

>>39558652
Thanks for running!

>>39558734
This is a good thing to check, though.

I guess this means we can make a quick trip back to the Fields of Rust if we decide we wanna try talking to Hugo.

>>39558734
Do that, but call the Hallows first.

>>39558652
Call Hallows, then check and see what you can feel in the rust fields.

Thanks for running Lawnguy.

>>39558652
>>Do stuff (?)
Call Cass, make sure he doesn't get on that plane.
Cross fingers, hope the fief hasn't all caught fire while you've been gone.

Thanks for the thread!

>>39558652
thanks for running

>>39558652
so you know when you'll be able to run next time?

>>39558652
So, we can now teleport. I wonder how many other people we can bring, and what the PP cost would be? This means we don't have to drive to the forest anymore.

>>39558652
Call the Hallows I suppose. A ride home would be nice. Did we end up stealing Roger's boots?

>>39559852
Yup. We totally stole Roger's boots.

If he wants them back he's going to have to go against his weirdo paranoid isolationist Canada act and contact us, and put up with us bothering him more.

So we didn't see the dragon. Damn. I guess we shouldnt have been so polite.

>the whole thread was an elaborate dick joke
LAWNGUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDE

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>>39561665

>>39561665
I saw it coming a mile away.

>>39563127
That was bad and you should feel bad.

Lawngod's running again today, praise be