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Elizabeth.

>>39903079
Roland Deschain
newfags won't get this

>>39903237
>You are a young man in the Kingdom of Gilead
>You are a young man
>Young man, there's no need to feel down.
I said, young man, pick yourself off the ground.

>>39903274
Second

>>39903237
Seconding

>>39903274

I'll bag this.

>>39903274
Yes please.

>>39903274
You my nigga.

"Roland! Get down here!"
You roll out of bed. It's a warm day. Groaning, you get up and stretch. Waking up to your father yelling from downstairs isn't a great way to wake up, but the day seems nice enough.
"Roland!"
"Just a minute!" You call down while getting dressed. Leather boots, comfortable pants, and a shirt woven by your mother. You spot your reflection in a bowl of water in your room and adjust your hair. It's nearly down to your shoulders now; you brush it out of your face and then walk down the stairs.
"Took you long enough," your father grunts. He's leaning back in his chair. "Your mother is tending the garden, so there's no breakfast waiting for you." You groan, sitting down in a chair across from your father. "Well, you should've gotten up sooner." You shoot him a tired glare.
"Why'd you wake me up?" You ask, leaning back into the chair. "The shop is closed today."
"You won't be working at the shop anymore." He pushes an envelope across the table to you. It appears to have been opened. You begin to read it.
"A call to arms by the king? No thanks, dad." You lay your hand on top of the envelope.
"Don't give me that, boy. You're of age now. I did my duty for the kingdom, and you'll do the same."
"I really don't want to."
"You don't have the choice. It's the law. Go grab your weapon and go to the castle. I think your friend Alain is waiting for you outside. He'll probably be joining at the same time as you."

You get up, groggily, and head back to your room to grab your weapon. Your dad trained you with it. It is...

>A longsword used by your father and his father before him
>A bow and quiver of arrows you would use while hunting
>A magical staff; you have studied destructive magic
>A magical wand; you have studied the magical art of health restoration
>A small hand-cannon; inaccurate and hard to reload with the lead shots you have, but packing a powerful punch
>A pair of brass knuckles; you prefer to use your hands
>Write-in

>>39903600
>>A magical staff; you have studied destructive magic

>A large heavy crossbow.

>>39903600
>>A pair of brass knuckles; you prefer to use your hands

>>39903600
>A magical shield; you have studied protective magic

Something different from the usual /tg/ shenanigans.

>>39903600
halbred yo

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>>39903600
Water Sprinkler of Nem Ankh

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>>39903793

>>39903600
>>Write-in
A big ass fucking club.

Looks like a two-by-four mated with a baseball bat, and is studded with nails.

Dad called it his learnin' stick.

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>>39903600
>>A magical wand; you have studied the magical art of health restoration
>>A pair of brass knuckles; you prefer to use your hands
can we combo staff and knuckles for a semi muscle wizard build

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>>39903815
Forgot the pic.

>>39903833
this.

>>39903815
Supporting.

We really haven't spent too much time just beating the everloving shit out of dickheads with heavy things in quests.

>>39903815
Yeah I'll back this.

Changed from >>39903767

>>39903815
>Dad called it his learnin' stick.

We call her Vera.

>>39903815
I love it.

We can say Dad keeps it around for pranksters and those fucking frat mages who think its funny to paint dicks on our sign and roof on pledge night.

>>39903600
>A magical wand; you have studied the magical art of health restoration
I'm just in a healing mood.

You grab your weapon. It's a club studded with nails. You remember when your father would train you. He called it his learnin' stick. You still have scars on your back from it.
It fits nicely in your hand. While using it, you feel attuned to your more barbarious side. The wood is strong and the nails give it an extra punch.
You walk downstairs, holding it in your hand.
"Ah, the old learnin' stick. Gonna be sad to see it go, but maybe it'll keep you alive."
"Alright, dad, I guess I'm going now. See you."
"Don't come back until you're officially discharged."
"Right."
You walk out of the house. Your friend Alain is, indeed, waiting for you. He's got a shortsword at his side. Alain is a pale boy with shaggy red hair and green eyes. He waves to you.
"Ready for the big day, Roland?"
"I never knew you were so excited to join the military."
"Hell yes, I am. Do you know how many women they nab while on tour?"
"And here I thought you were just an honorable citizen." You and Alain start walking to the castle, engaging in idle chat about the matches from the fighting pits over the last week.

While on your way to the castle, you spot a shady guy in a heavy hooded robe walking towards the castle at a slightly faster pace than you two. It certainly isn't the weather for that kind of clothing; it stands out to you.

What do you want to do?

>>39904040
"HALT CITIZEN!"

>>39904040

Talk to him.
>Here to join the army are you?

>>39904040
May as well greet him. Maybe another recruit?

>>39904040
Try to look at what he's carrying and guess what he's up to.

You walk up to the hooded man.
"Hail citizen. Are you going to join the army?"
The man ignores you, continuing to go on his way. You didn't get a look at his face.
"What's his deal?" Alain asks.
"Not sure."
"Seems like a bum. Let's keep going."
"Well, he seems strange."
"He's probably just intimidated by that stick you've got."
"Like you aren't?"
"I'm not afraid of you!"
The man keeps walking toward the castle, getting further away from you. Do you want to pursue him or continue on your way to the castle?

>>39904359
Throw a rock over his head and see if he reacts.

>>39904359
continue to the castle. a suspicious cloak isnt enough to harass this dude

>>39904359
Aw, fuck it, head on to the castle.

"Well, whoever he was, he's gone now," Alain says. He's right. The hooded man is nowhere in sight. "That's the castle up ahead!"
"I know where the castle is, rhik-brain." Truth be told, you'd never been to the castle or anywhere near this close before. The road stops in front of an elegant courtyard with cobblestone flooring filled with armored knights practicing their battle techniques. The castle is large and grand, partially stone and partially polished white marble. It stands dozens of stories tall.
"Halt!" Calls out a knight. He isn't wearing a helmet like the other knights. This is an older man, with short grey-black hair. His armor is clearly damaged and worn. "What brings you here, children?"
"My name is Roland Deschain, and this is my friend Alain. We're here to answer the call to arms required of men our age."
The older man studies your face for a moment, squinting as if looking into the direction of the Sun. After some time, he says "My name is Sir Bruhma, captain of this group. You can join us in training if you would like, or wait until tomorrow to begin formal training as a new recruit. There are bunkers in the West wing of the castle for recruits such as yourselves."
"I'll start training with them," Alain says. "Do you want to?"

>>39904796
go to barracks. where the white women at

You go to the barracks. There are two rooms, one labeled men, the other labeled women. You enter the men's room.
The room is large. Over one hundred bunk beds are laid out throughout the barracks. A few of them look unused, and the room is mostly empty. You sit down on an empty bed.
It appears to you that this room must be one not meant for normal people to come and see; it is not very spectacular. In fact, it's a bit shappy; there are spiderwebs in some parts of the room.
You lay your spiked club onto the bed and look around. None of the beds are made. Some sheets are blood-stained, and each bed has a chest at its foot. You look over yours; it's just a shabby looking wooden chest. A knock on it reveals that it's empty.
You hear some yelling from the women's room next to yours. You're still kind of tired.

Do you want to take a nap or go check out the women's room?

>>39905118
Stand outside the women's room and yell in "Everything alright in there?"
Look, tired and a kid or not, don't be dumb enough to waltz into the women's room.

"Everything alright in there?" You call into the women's barracks. A girl rushes out, holding a black book. She's got fair skin and long, blond hair tied into a ponytail. Like the other knights, she's armored, and she's smiling.
Behind her a younger girl runs out. She looks significantly weaker, with black hair and brown eyes. Her skin is a bit darker, and as she comes out of the door she stumbles and falls to the ground.
"Give it back!" She yells at the blond girl.
"In your dreams! Just wait until Sir Roderich sees this!"
"That's not fair, Jess!"
The blond girl stops and looks back. "It's no fun if you don't give chase!" She yells, then throws the book on the ground and walks off. You pick it up. It seems like an average journal.
"Is this yours?" You ask, holding the book out to the girl. She grabs it quickly.
"Yes. Thanks. Sorry. Jess is a bully."
"Have you known her long?"
"Um, yes, she's my sister." The girl stands up and salutes. "My name is Alex. I'm new, have we met?" The two of them don't look similar at all.
"No, I'm also new. My name's Roland."
"Oh! Well, um, if you need any help I might know the place a little better than you do right now. I've only been here a few weeks."
"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind." You think for a few seconds. You might have some questions for her. Do you?

>>39905452
"Where's the mess hall? I'm starved."
We did miss breakfast after all.

"Where's the mess hall? I'm starved. Didn't get breakfast this morning."
"Oh, um, it's just down the hall. I can show you if you'd like."
"That sounds great, Alex." She starts walking down the hall. A left turn, then a right turn. You find yourself in an extremely large room with an ornate open doorway carved from stone.
There are several tables, all covered in various meats, fruits, and vegetables. There are several massive barrels which smell to be full of ale and enough glasses sitting around to supply everyone in the city, as far as you can tell.
"There are a lot of things here. Just don't go to that table in the corner, that's the senior knights table."
"Thank you." You walk around and taste a few things before settling on just grabbing an apple. "So, why did you join here? It's not mandatory for women to join the military."
"It's a family tradition! And my parents wanted me to keep my sister company."
"It doesn't seem like the two of you get along very well." You take a bite of your apple.
"Sometimes we do, but she's just a bully other times. She's a lot like our dad, he has a bad sense of humor."
"I see." You take another bite of your apple. It's delicious, much more fresh than any of the ones you've had before in your home. This must be how royalty eats. Only the best food.
"But I still love her. After all, she is my-"

Alex is cut off by a loud banging sound. There is yelling from the courtyard. Screaming. Something seems to be happening. There's a door to the courtyard in front of you, but you left your club on the bed. And you're not even close to being well trained.
Alex yelps and grabs onto a fork from the table. What do you do?

>>39905804
Pass by our room to get our learnin' stick and then check out what's going on in the courtyard.

You rush over to your room and grab your learnin' stick. It's right where you left it. Shouting from inside of the castle now. It seems like a door has been breached. You hear it from the mess hall.
Rushing back there, you see Alex slumped on the ground, writhing in pain. The doors have been knocked down. You look out into the courtyard.
Dozens of dead knights. Dozens more injured. Blood stains the cobblestone and the white marble of the castle. You see your friend Alain out there in the wreckage.
You rush up to Alain.
"What happened? Alain?"
"It came out of nowhere, Roland," he coughs. He doesn't seem badly injured, but he may have a broken leg based on how he's positioned.
"Can you stand?"
"I'll be fine, just -- go into the castle. We've got duties."
"What happened? Who was it?"
"I - I don't know, Roland! Just go!"

What do you do?

>>39906033
Go into the castle, we wasted too much time as it is.

You rush into the castle. It isn't hard to follow the trail of destruction. The castle is massive and in any other state it would be immaculate.
Blood stains the marble walls and flooring. Dead knights and servants, injured men and women are scattered throughout the castle. You rush up one flight of stairs.
Then another.
Then another.

Then another.


Eventually you find yourself at the top floor of the tallest tower. It is almost silent behind a closed door. You try to open it, to no avail. It seems to be stuck with something.

Roll 1d20 to attempt to ram the door open.

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>39906226

>>39906251

Lucky it's best of three. Assuming we can get people rolling.

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>39906226

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>39906226

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>39906226
try knocking?

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>39906226
Well fuck it, bash it down with Learnie the Learnin' Stick.

With a running start, you ram yourself into the door and open it enough to slip inside. There was a corpse laying at the foot of the door dressed in an elegant gown. You recognize her face. It is the queen.
The king is next to a window with a longsword. In front of him is a lizard-man with dark red scales dressed in a heavy hooded robe. He flings magical bolts at the king, who is barely able to defend himself.

"You will pay for the crimessss of your ancessstorsss, human ssscum!" The lizardman shouts.
"Not today, ye scaled beast! Back from whence ye came!" The king shouts back. He's bloody and bruised but still holds his sword up.

A bolt of lightning shoots from the lizardman's fingertips and strikes the sword. The king drops the metal weapon and falls to the ground, convulsing. You can't stand by any longer.

You jump in, leaping with the learnin' stick over your head, ready to smash the lizardman in the head. He doesn't even flinch. The lizardman steps aside as you fall to the ground, slamming the stick into the ground where the nails get stuck.

You then feel a magical wave of energy come over you and feel yourself flung. Crash. The window is broken. You go spiraling down the tower.

You try to slow your fall by grabbing onto the wall as you fall. It barely works at all, but it's something. Frantically, you keep grabbing at the wall.

You land in a cart full of tomatoes. The cart breaks underneath your force. You're battered and bruised, cut up a little bit and you broke a few fingers. But you're alive.

End episode 1.

The Adventurer's Quest: Gilead will continue in the future.

God damnit
Roland Deschain, really? Really?
His partner is even named Alain, wow. Guess we're gonna get a Cuthbert next, right?