>>40910481

Monty’s expression is grim. “If you ever need a favor, you can give me a call,” he says, a kind of pathetic feeling wafting from him.

“How about this for a favor – you keep some freaking flowers on those graves over there,” you say, pointing at where your mom and sister are grounded forever. Then, scowling, you storm off back toward the car. You just can’t endure Monty’s self-sorry demeanor anymore, especially not frying out in the sun. (+3 Stress: 40)

Rowan must have stayed behind to be polite or some crap, because she doesn’t catch up to you until you’re in the parking lot, heading straight for the SUV.

“My freaking dad was a Nazi,” you growl to yourself.

But Ro’s near enough that she probably thought you were talking to her. “That doesn’t have to mean he was bad,” she says. “It’s not like the Third Reich were all about freedom of choice.”

“I don’t care if he killed people or whatever,” you say, getting the keys out and unlocking the door. “I just... it’s kind of important, right? I mean. Like, I should have known he was the freaking Red Skull.”

You open the door and climb in to the leather-scented oven. Gratefully though, there’s now something between you and the sun. (-1 Stress: 39) Ro climbs in the other side, a little more quiet than usual – you’re both still wrapping your heads around this.

>>40910490

You squint out the window. You think you see Mori, Vik, and Xan getting out of the shade of a tree to head back to the car, with Reeber in tow. Maybe they thought you’d be longer.

“Well,” says Rowan, “you know something now, right?”

>Let’s go pick up the girls. Spare them a minute in the heat or whatever.
>All I know is I want landwells and wings, not necessarily in that order.
>Whatever. I don’t even want to talk about it.
>No, Ro, you don't get it. You've got all these stories about you dad and everything, and I just have pretty much a whole lot of nothing.
>The joke’s on Monty – he didn’t even know dad was half demon. Or... however much demon he was.
>That’s the thing. I don’t know crap. Some random dried up jerk in a graveyard knows more about my dad than me.
>Why the hell couldn’t he just... y’know, sit me down or something before he took off and died?
>Other (?)

Reminder that we will never get wings.

>>40910519
>"Ro, your stories about your dad are that he's been an upstanding citizen, a fighter who does and sees terrible things on a daily basis and risks life and limb dealing with unholy monstrosities so that normal people don't have to. What little I can scrounge up about my dad is that he was a Nazi Landmaster that might have been part Verwelken. Maybe."
>Why the hell couldn’t he just... y’know, sit me down or something before he took off and died?

>>40910519
>That’s the thing. I don’t know crap. Some random dried up jerk in a graveyard knows more about my dad than me.
>Let’s go pick up the girls. Spare them a minute in the heat or whatever.
>Seriously, fuck the sun.

>>40910519
>That’s the thing. I don’t know crap. Some random dried up jerk in a graveyard knows more about my dad than me.
>Why the hell couldn’t he just... y’know, sit me down or something before he took off and died?
>Let’s go pick up the girls. Spare them a minute in the heat or whatever.

>>40910519
>Why the hell couldn’t he just... y’know, sit me down or something before he took off and died?
>I miss him so much...

>>40910519
>That’s the thing. I don’t know crap. Some random dried up jerk in a graveyard knows more about my dad than me.


>Let’s go pick up the girls. Spare them a minute in the heat or whatever.

>>40910519
>Other (?)
"Hey Ro, I'm...I'm not pasty, am I?"

>>40910519
>The joke’s on Monty – he didn’t even know dad was half demon. Or... however much demon he was.
>Why the hell couldn’t he just... y’know, sit me down or something before he took off and died?

>>40910519
>>Why the hell couldn’t he just... y’know, sit me down or something before he took off and died?
>Let’s go pick up the girls. Spare them a minute in the heat or whatever.

FUKKEN HELLBORN

Too bad I need to sleep. Have fun, guys!

>>40910519
>No, Ro, you don't get it. You've got all these stories about you dad and everything, and I just have pretty much a whole lot of nothing.
>That’s the thing. I don’t know crap. Some random dried up jerk in a graveyard knows more about my dad than me.

>>40910939
Seconding.

>>40910862
I had initial plans of sleep when the thread started, but they have now been discarded for a better future.

>>40910862
How can we have fun if you're not here?!

>>40910949
Does Languid actually count unlinked votes?

>>40910967
>Does Languid actually count unlinked votes?
I wouldn't

Five bucks says Monty is our dad in disguise.

>>40910967
>How can we have fun if you're not here?!
Awww.

Actually grinning like a kid.

>>40910519
>>40910939
Seconding, this time with a link.

>>40910519
>That’s the thing. I don’t know crap. Some random dried up jerk in a graveyard knows more about my dad than me.

>>40910519
>>No, Ro, you don't get it. You've got all these stories about you dad and everything, and I just have pretty much a whole lot of nothing.
>>That’s the thing. I don’t know crap. Some random dried up jerk in a graveyard knows more about my dad than me.
>>Why the hell couldn’t he just... y’know, sit me down or something before he took off and died?


"Any time anybody tells me anything about my parents, it's about how awesome they were. Fat lot of good that does me."

I think Sierra defaults to anger, not sadness, in emotional situations.

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So just how big is Reeber?

“Yeah, actually I don’t,” you say, “I don’t know crap. Some random dried up jerk in a graveyard knows more about my dad than I do.”

“It’s not like it’s your fault you don’t know,” says Rowan. “And besides, it’s not like Monty knew everything either. He didn’t even know you were hellborn.”

“I guess he didn’t,” you say, frowning. You still have an uneasy feeling in your gut, like you blew off class but somebody is going to find out. “But... like, why the hell didn’t my dad just... you know, just sit me down or something before he took off and died?”

Rowan looks at you with sympathy. “You weren’t that old,” she says. “And it sucks, but he might have been waiting for when you were older. I mean, that’s how my dad did it. It’s hard to deal with being different, especially when you’re a kid.”

“Yeah well, you’d be surprised how well kids can deal with some stuff,” you say, a bitter tone creeping into your voice. You grip the steering wheel and start up the engine, with an eye on the rest of your friends. The vehicle rumbles to life. “Let’s pick up the girls and get the hell out of this place. Spare them a minute in the sun. Screw the sun,” you say.

Rowan peers out the window at the sun. “Screw you,” she says conversationally, shaking her fist at the star in question.

You drive out of the lot and pull up to the sidewalk execute a super tactical pickup of your friends. As they’re piling back in, you find your grip tightening on the steering wheel. “I’m not pasty... am I?” you ask.

“Well. Some people don’t mind pasty,” Ro says.

You snort and reach over to whack her on the shoulder, but she blocks. You’ll just have to get her later, you guess.

--

A sharp snap on your nose breaks you out of your sleep.

“Quit that,” you say, slowly scowling and opening your eyes to see Xanissil peering over the edge of the seat with a predatory stare.

>>40911977
>“I’m not pasty... am I?” you ask.
I didn't vote for it, but I'm glad it was included.

>>40911977

“We are in your forest park,” she informs you. “I thought you might desire to gaze on its lush virgin beauty.”

“Gross,” you say. You sit up in the back seat, rubbing at the crick in your back from sleeping in such a weird position. It’s dark enough that your shadow sight’s better than light vision, but you just opt for regular colors and all that since you can see out the windows.

The slight glow from the headlights in front of you bathe the trees whooshing by on either side of the car in an eerie light. The ground here rises and falls in great mountainous slopes, and the road winds to follow the contours of the land. You catch traces of bare rock and deep valleys. If it was day, you’d probably be treated to some spectacular view of some wonderfully blue lake surrounded by forest.

Vik drives, and Ro sits shotgun, both watching the little two-lane road snake up on ahead.

“What time is it?” you ask quietly. You don’t know why you’re being quiet, but maybe it’s because you don’t want to break the peacefulness of the night.

“Late,” says Xan, glancing at Moriah’s sleeping for next to her.

>>40912028

Vikrama looks at you in the mirror. “We passed park boundaries a while back,” she says, turning her attention back to the road. “From what I’ve read, I think there’s a few definite landwell candidates here.”

“We can check one out tonight,” says Rowan. “Everything’s kind of far from the road, but I know you handle midnight runs through perilous terrain pretty well.” She roots around in her bag. “The radios are all charged up if you want to give one a shot – I’ve got my NVG’s and everything so I can follow you from the sky, you know, so you’ve got some backup.”

“What’re the places again?” you ask.

“Stuff we can do tonight, there’s three I think are good,” says Vikrama.

--Search for Landwells in Sierra National Forest--
> Nelder Grove: A whole bunch of super old sequoias grouped together – accessible through neat boardwalk trails with a nearby parking lot and campground and everything. Good place for landwells, or just tourists? You can bring the team on this one.
>Fresno Dome: After some serious hiking, provides commanding view of the heart of Sierra National Forest. Nothing says landwell like a huge stone peak in the middle of a mountain range.
>Tamarack Mountain: Probably the most involved hike. Supposedly there’s still snow at the top. But you have a pretty good track record with mountains.
>Let’s just rest up, head out early, and do this together team Sierra style. No telling what we'll run into out there.

>>40912051
>Fresno Dome: After some serious hiking, provides commanding view of the heart of Sierra National Forest. Nothing says landwell like a huge stone peak in the middle of a mountain range.

>>40912051
>Let’s just rest up, head out early, and do this together team Sierra style. No telling what we'll run into out there.

>>40912051

>Fresno Dome: After some serious hiking, provides commanding view of the heart of Sierra National Forest. Nothing says landwell like a huge stone peak in the middle of a mountain range.

>>40912051
>>Tamarack Mountain: Probably the most involved hike. Supposedly there’s still snow at the top. But you have a pretty good track record with mountains.

>>40912051
>Fresno Dome: After some serious hiking, provides commanding view of the heart of Sierra National Forest. Nothing says landwell like a huge stone peak in the middle of a mountain range.
Sounds like it has the best view of everywhere else.

>>40912051
>>Tamarack Mountain: Probably the most involved hike. Supposedly there’s still snow at the top. But you have a pretty good track record with mountains.

>>40912051
>Fresno Dome: After some serious hiking, provides commanding view of the heart of Sierra National Forest. Nothing says landwell like a huge stone peak in the middle of a mountain range.

>>40912051
>Tamarack Mountain: Probably the most involved hike. Supposedly there’s still snow at the top. But you have a pretty good track record with mountains.

>>40912051
I'm actually cool with whatever. Nelder gives me some concerns about how easy it is too get to, so even if it's not already claimed then it's likely that there'd be people faffing around if we tried to use it to portal through or something, but other than that I'm cool with whatever.

After some deliberation, you come to the consensus that Fresno Dome is the place to go. It’s pretty much smack dab in the middle of the forest, and you can see everything that’s going on pretty much in all directions, once you get past the grueling hike to the top.

Anyway, it’s night, so it won’t be nearly as hot out – especially since the altitude’s so high. If there was anything about the drive up here, is that it was up, up, and more up.

Vikrama navigates successfully to some campsite off in the woods somewhere, and everybody gets out.

“We shall make camp here,” Xanissil declares, leaping onto a nearby boulder and scampering to the top. She plants her foot victoriously on the crest of the rock.

“I don’t usually sleep on rocks,” says Moriah, setting down a tent bag on the ground.

Xan shrugs and sits on the rock, kicking off her shoes and lying out like a lizard. “I will accompany you, Sierra,” she says, gazing up at the inky black sky, spattered with shining dots all over the place. “The sky is luminescent with stars – one does not have to be Verwelken to feel the thrill of the night.”

Rowan, meanwhile, is unpacking her serious business outfit from the back of the SUV and changing from her comfy road trip clothes, strapping on knee pads and scabbards and donning her Seraph-style vest-jacket thing.

Vikrama smiles at you and goes to help Moriah with tent setup. “The dome’s up that way,” she says, pointing off through the trees and upward toward a not-so-distant black silhouette. Fresno Dome still feels imposing though, even far away. “Me and Mori will take care of camp and dinner.”

“I didn’t agree to this,” says Moriah, shaking out a tent.

>>40912771

“You should have thought about that before you agreed to it, darling,” Vik replies.

Rowan, meanwhile, tests out her night vision goggles. “Wow. These are actually really cool,” she says, playing with some switches on the side while she scopes out the nearby campsites.

Reeber just stands still at the edge of the clearing, sensing that something important is about to happen. He’ll be good to go for sure.

>You think this is actually dangerous? I mean, landwell hunting’s never really been too serious before, unless there were people trying to kill me.
>Let me try those. (Steal Rowan’s goggles)
>I take it you’ve done stuff like this before, Xan.
>You know, if you want to stay and powwow it all out, I’ll probably be back in like, a couple hours. I mean, the only thing I might be fighting is a deer or something.
>What are we standing aroudn for? Let’s do it.
>Take out some time to do some deep landmaster meditation before heading out.
>Do some Kethgi and chill out. You’re still a little riled from stupid Morty or whoever.
>Help set up camp.
>Gear up (?)
>>Pfft. You’re good to go as is.
>Prep blood magic (?)
>>You think you’ll spare yourself the whole cutting thing tonight.
>Other (?)

>>40912796
>Do some Kethgi and chill out. You’re still a little riled from stupid Morty or whoever.

>>40912796
>>>What are we standing aroudn for? Let’s do it.

>>40912796
>What are we standing aroudn for? Let’s do it.

>>40912796
>Do some Kethgi and chill out. You’re still a little riled from stupid Morty or whoever.

>>40912796
>Help set up camp.
>You think this is actually dangerous? I mean, landwell hunting’s never really been too serious before, unless there were people trying to kill me.
>Gear up (?)
Sword.
>>You think you’ll spare yourself the whole cutting thing tonight.

>>40912796
>You think this is actually dangerous? I mean, landwell hunting’s never really been too serious before, unless there were people trying to kill me.
>Take out some time to do some deep landmaster meditation before heading out.
>Do some Kethgi and chill out. You’re still a little riled from stupid Morty or whoever.
>Gear up (?)
Grab Zelathis, maybe a handgun.

>>40912796
>Let me try those. (Steal Rowan’s goggles)
>I take it you’ve done stuff like this before, Xan.
>What are we standing aroudn for? Let’s do it.


>Gear up (?)
Get Zelathis, chainmail, our standard pistol and smg, and magic stuff, maybe a grenade or two, just in case.

>Prep blood magic (?)
We should definitely have a Blood Curse, and a Puppet Veins or two ready to go. Get a Cardio-Paralysis up as well in case there's something serious out there.

When does Sierra off herself?

>>40913114
Never? why would she.

>>40913114
The moment she gets wings and realizes that her demonic spikiness has turned their edges into a giant pair of scissors.

>>40912796
>Let me try those. (Steal Rowan’s goggles)
>Mess around seeing what happens switching between goggles, regular sight, darksight, darksight with goggles, etc
>Return goggles when we inevitably give ourself a headache with them

>Gear up (?)
Sword, a gun, our chainmail if we have it. Seriously, Harvey's chainmail is a godsend. Stuff's the bomb. Our assorted trinkets like the shield charm and ring too but I'm fairly sure we never take them off so it's not like that actually counts as gearing up. More like check to make sure we didn't forget them.

>Do some Kethgi and chill out. You’re still a little riled from stupid Morty or whoever.

So, guys, when we eventually get back from this trip how would you feel about having Wolfgang help us put a ranged strike enchant on our switchblade? It'd be way better than the mace and we might actually use it since we carry the knife around all the time while the gaudy mace is stuck in a box in the garage.

You push past Rowan so you can retrieve your myagic chainmail from the trunk and shimmy into it, taking an extra second to put your shoes away. Then you buckle Zelathis at your hip, and go ahead and strap your Ruger in its neat shoulder holster on over top. You double check your shielding charm bracelet thing and your danger ring, and satisfied all is charged and deadly, you look to Rowan, who’ still screwing around with her fancy night vision goggles. Xan is just basking in the starlight, totally spaced out.

“What are we standing around for?” you ask impatiently. “Get off your butts and let’s go.” You follow your own advice and dodge off into the woods.

Xanissil catches up, sans beret, but with a buckler affixed to one arm – the vambrace that holds the shield in place doubles as a sheath, and she’s got her spike dagger thing tucked inside. Typically, she’s without shoes as well.

“Alone at last,” she breathes, shrugging out of her glamors. She’s still her, just a redder, more angular, and sharper version of her.

You go ahead and do the same. “Glamors suck,” you say.

Reeber presses his massive weight against your leg and taps one his horns against the spines coming out of your elbow. He’s always happy to go full-sizen. Big dogs are what it’s all about.

Rowan sails down through the treetops like a crazy tactical hawk, feathering her wings with a dexterous swoop, catching the air and stopping midair. She drops down, grinning at you and Xan like a loon through her ultra-spectral operator headgear goggles. “I am the night. I am Ro-wing,” she says.

“Ech. Seraphim are all the same,” Xan says, a notably distasteful flavor to her aura.

>You’re just mad cause you don’t have wings. I know I am.
>Really? I need to meet more Seraphs then.
>Hear that Ro? You’re being discriminated against.
>Yeah, all the same.
>Whatever Nighthawk, go back up to the sky or whatever it is you do.
>Oh yeah? Seraphim are all different. What now, Xan?
>Other (?)

>>40913665
>>You’re just mad cause you don’t have wings. I know I am.


A bottle of MotorOil is not a drink Captcha what in the fucking hell

>>40913665
>You’re just mad cause you don’t have wings. I know I am.
>Hear that Ro? You’re being discriminated against.

>>40913665
>You’re just mad cause you don’t have wings. I know I am.
>Really? I need to meet more Seraphs then.
>Hear that Ro? You’re being discriminated against.

>>40913665
>>You’re just mad cause you don’t have wings. I know I am.
>>Whatever Nighthawk, go back up to the sky or whatever it is you do.
>> How many Seraphim do you know, anyways, Xan? How do you know Seraphim, other than in battle, aren't Angels usually pretty big on having a murderboner around Demons?

>>40913665
>Really? I need to meet more Seraphs then.

>>40913665
>You’re just mad cause you don’t have wings. I know I am.
>I feel like I should be saying something really racist but the words escape me.

>>40913700
It is if you're a machine.

>>40913665
>>You’re just mad cause you don’t have wings. I know I am.
>Hear that Ro? You’re being discriminated against.

>>40913665
>You’re just mad cause you don’t have wings. I know I am.
>Whatever Nighthawk, go back up to the sky or whatever it is you do.

>>40913763
>It is if you're a machine.
No it's not because the Oil isn't consumed and changed/digested it's more like spinal fluid or lube

>>40913665
>Yeah, all the same.
>You’re just mad cause you don’t have wings. I know I am.

>>40913665
>You’re just mad cause you don’t have wings. I know I am.
>Hear that Ro? You’re being discriminated against.

>>40913665
>Other (?)
"How many Seraphs have you run into?"

So whatyda think Sierra's wings will end up being like?

>Fleshy batlike wings
>Shadow wings
>Some black feathery wings I very much doubt this would happen.
>Made of fire or something I dunno
>Made of blood I can't say why, but the thought makes me laugh
>Not actually wings, they're like some kind of helicopter rotary blades
>Other

And how many of them there'll be?
>1 pair
>2 pair
>3 pair
>4+ pair
>0

>>40913941
Gas powered Jetpack. We'll fuel them with silent but deadly McNinja burgers.

>>40913941
>Fleshy batlike wings
With a sickly pale skin stretched between hard and spiky black bits.

>>40914019
1 pair.

>>40914019
It might be black like our forearms/calves.

>>40914019
Made out of the faces of her victims screaming for release

>>40913941
Skeletal, black and flightless

Did Mom even have wings?

>>40914043
>It might be black like our forearms/calves.
Exactly what I was going for with the bony-bits of the wings.

>>40914090
Yes

>>40914090
We dont know

>>40913941
I'm torn between shadow and batlike, Why not some abominable (to some) combination of the two?

>>40913941
I'm hoping for shadow wings. Either the tendrils turn into the wings or we get black bony skeletal wings which the shadow then fills in as the membrane. I think the latter would be really cool.

>>40914090
Not as far as we know.

>>40914109
When whas this ever stated?

>>40914141
Someone asked Languid before, he said she did.

>>40914154
Where?

>>40914189
The ask

>>40914154
Evidence requested.

>>40914189
https://archive.moe/tg/thread/39757151/#39758551

Read the post it's replying to.

>>40914219
Thank you

>>40914218
see >>40914219

>>40914244
Look at the psot times on that dumbass.

>>40914286
I'm not the one who was asserting that we'd never been told about something we had in fact been told about. I assumed you'd miss the post if it wasn't directly linked to yours.

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>>40914332
>>40914377

>>40914616
What's on her head?

>>40914652
A door?

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>>40914652
Not a damn clue.

Also not a her.

>>40914652
A transvestite.

>>40914652
>her

“You’re just mad cause you don’t have wings. I know I am,” you say, clenching and unclenching your claws.

“Thousand hells, any time one gets sky born, it’s all poetry and nonsense,” Xanissil continues, with passion.

“Poetry and nonsense, huh?” Ro asks.

“Yeah,” you say, nodding in agreement. “You’re being discriminated against. I mean. I’d totally add something way racist too, but I kind of lack the terminology.”

“It is straightforward,” says Xanissil, in a matter of fact tone. “Simply say hooper a lot, and grumble ceaselessly about the first thing that comes to mind.”

“Hooper?” you ask.

Xan reaches over and raps Rowan on the halo with a knuckle. “Pow!”

Ro recoils, hands covering the gold ring above her head. “Hey!”

“Because of the hoops,” Xanissil tells you, tapping her head with two knowing claws.

“They’re called halos,” Rowan corrects her, sounding defensive.

“As I said previously,” Xan repeats, “the frequent usage of hooper is imperative.”

“Well you weren’t using it,” you say.

“Yes, because you have made Rowan your sister, and by your decree it is done,” Xan replies. “I will not deride you or yours.”

“Well that’s kudos to you then, I guess,” you say, “but how many Seraphim do you actually know? Aside from ones you’ve engaged in battle and stuff. I know the whole angels versus demons thing is a big deal.”

“I have not engaged a Seraph in battle, nor have I had the misfortune of encountering one before our journey hither to thee,” Xan says.

Rowan smiles. “So how do you know what all Seraphim are like, then?”

“How do you know that there is a continent called Africa? How do you know that your body is comprised of infinitesimal units arrayed as one, acting in harmony?” she counters. “Knowledge exists beyond the primary heritor.”

Ro laughs. “Geeze, Xan. You wouldn’t do half bad on a debate team.”

>>40915104

“Power is weakness when bereft of the wisdom to wield it,” she replies.

“Amen to that,” you say, edging off to keep on your way. “Enough chit chat – onwards and upwards!”

“To the skies!” Rowan shouts, running into flight and skimming into the air.

“All the same,” Xan mutters, under her breath.

--

Switchbacks. Why so many switchbacks?

You might have let Xanissil take the lead a couple times so you could cheat geometry a little. Nothing beats getting away with only a light jog while she’s out there at a dead run. Rowan circles around like some kind of nighthawk turkey vulture, swooping down occasionally to hassle the two of you. Stupid wings.

Anyway, trees give way to light foliage, which in turn gives way to sparse grass, which then dies out entirely toward the top of the huge rocky dome, until you’re heaving your way up steep granite slopes, devoid of anything more than lots and lots of rocks.

The night sky stretches above you in a great void of blackness, dotted with shimmering motes of light. Except not all those motes of light are stars.

A cool, silent power throbs sluggishly through the granite under your feet, some of it sparkling into the air like mist off a waterfall.

You can feel the pressure of the wondering life here, stretching out in all directions. It’s not quite like Muir woods or anywhere else – it’s big, but quiet, stony, but vibrant with growth.

You reach the peak of the dome, and you see the rich textures of the leaves in the far distance, the cool, glassy surfaces of lakes and rivers, and the grainy peaks of mountainous... mountains. Peaks? Whatever. Braille-o-vision is the best thing since teleportation, from a pure badass factor point of reckoning.

>>40915135

Rowan soars past below the peak, showing off the tops of her feathery ultra-soft downy wings to you and Xan.

“Is there a well here?” Xan asks.

You jerk a thumb back toward the starry light hanging above the granite about fifty yards back, sequestered between rocky outcroppings. “Over there,” you say.

“Let us claim it,” she says eagerly.

Turning back from the magnificent vista, you consider the situation more generally. The colorless silvery light is a good indication nobody’s going to get mad, so you might as well go take care of business and spin the wings-roulette.

But... the power here does feel kind of different than the other wells so far. Is that just cause you’re not in the Bay Area, or is it for some other reason?

>Claim well.
>Exercise caution.
>Not so fast. Plans, just in case. (?)
>Other (?)

>>40915153
>>Exercise caution.

>>40915153
>>Claim well.

EXCELSIOR

>>40915153
>Claim well.

>>40915153
>Exercise caution.

>>40915104
>>40915135
>>40915153
> “Simply say hooper a lot, and grumble ceaselessly about the first thing that comes to mind.”
>Xan reaches over and raps Rowan on the halo with a knuckle. “Pow!”
>Ro recoils, hands covering the gold ring above her head. “Hey!”


Damn Xan is fun.

>>40915153
I guess we should squint at the well real good. Try and sniff it with our landmaster whatever.

>>40915153
>Exercise caution.
>Not so fast. Plans, just in case. (?)
Let's go with the standard 'send Monster in first' to scout it out. Pop glamours back on before approaching, just in case.

>>40915153
>Claim well.

>>40915153
>Other (?)
Check to see if it has already been claimed.

>>40915153
Whenever we do get around to touching it, I wanna touch it with our shadow. I don't think we've done that yet. Always used the main body.

Or we might have used our shadow back at the Field of Rust. I'm a little hazy on the details there.

>>40915206
Claimed wells are colored, this one isn't.

>>40915153
>Claim well.

>>40915153
>Exercise caution.

I'll second sending out monster. Lets get Reeber's buddies out too and have them look around.

>>40915206
We don't actually know how to do that beyond just eyeballing the thing. Every colorless well we've seen has been unclaimed, every well that was a color was claimed. This one is colorless, so it's probably not claimed. I guess we could vote to roll for landmaster meditation whatever to see if we can feel it sending power off somewhere, but we've never done that and don't know if it would even work on a crit success. So yeah.

I hope we get the chance to ask Xan about her parents. Seems a good way to learn more avout her and Halth culture.

I can't remember, which of our summons do we keep pre-charged?

It's the hellhounds and the whale crab, right? That configuration gives us the lowest cost to get them all out.

>>40915153
>Not so fast. Plans, just in case. (?)

Have Ro and Xan close their eyes, and have Reeber turn around, make sure no one else is observing this. Have Monster do a bit of recon, give the air a nice big sniff to check for any odd scents, see if our magic sensing or Landmaster senses pick up anything weird.

Make sure that Ro and Xan are a decent distance away, and behind cover. Then claim the well.

>>40915315
>Have Ro and Xan close their eyes, and have Reeber turn around, make sure no one else is observing this.
Why?

>>40915153
Claim it

>>40915332
Some of our powers only work if we are unobserved. If they don't work right, it means somebody sees us.

Roll them dice.

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>40915417

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>40915417
Here comes the part where we critfail and +100 stress. And then birds peck us.

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>40915417

>>40915438
Hahaha

>>40915447

This is what friends are for.

>>40915438
>>40915440
>>40915447
fucking hell guys, why?

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>40915332
Because Sierra can tell if she's being observed or not.

>Form of the Unseen: Sierra always knows whether or not she is being observed.

So, if there is another person here, either hidden or doing some astral projecty thing, I'd like to be aware of it sooner rather than later.

>>40915417
Just for shits and giggles.

>>40915417
This isn't a roll-under quest, is it?

>>40915497
It is.

>>40915497
Yep.

>>40915497
This is completely, and utterly, a roll-under quest.

Which is, of course, why we end up with a lot of high rolls.

>>40915497
yup.

>>40915514
We actually tend to roll pretty well in this quest. This one wasn't even that bad, it's not like we crit failed or anything.

>>40915460
Thank you for your fancy nightvision goggles, Ro.

Also thanks for carrying our unconscious ass down off the mountain when the landwell knocks us the fuck out.

Looks like I'll be back in two hours. You know how it goes.

>>40915662
The lawn calls?

We should have listen to the shadows while we were there.

So you guys think the thing about "this is what friends are for" is about how we're about to get knocked out and they'll carry us, or is it about us missing something that the others catch?

>>40915805
I don't think we'll get KO'd. The roll isn't that bad. Maybe have a stress incident.

>>40915786
Wish this guy had posted earlier, that's actually a decent idea.

These arbitrary lawn battle waits are the worst.

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>>40915662
Mfw the lawn cometh

>>40917064
still got 26 minutes left

>>40917109
The lawn is a harsh mistress.

I'm back.

>>40917581
Jawesome! Can we do >>40915786?

>>40917836
I ment at the grave.

>>40917893
We're not at the grave. We're several hours away from the grave.

>>40917893
That was in broad daylight though. We probably wouldn't have gotten anything.

Well, whatever the reason is, you’ll figure it out soon enough.

You get everybody together and do a team huddle, and you explain your plan in detail.

“So your plan is for us to stand really close but no peeking?” Ro asks, taking a break from her NVGs.

“Well. Yeah,” you say, a soft heat waving off your shoulders.

Xanissil is not impressed. “This is not a good plan.”

Reeber though is all in, you’re pretty sure.

“I’m the Imperiate, it’s a good plan if I say it is,” you reply.

Xan nods, now impressed. “If that is your will,” she says.

“So, you’ll be able to tell if anything wonky’s going on?” Ro asks. “I mean, how exactly does that work, anyway?”

“You know,” you explain, “it’s just like that part in Mystery Men. The kid only goes invisible when nobody’s looking at him. So if there’s some weird magic or a landmaster who knows what’s going on, I won’t go invisible. Or... okay, it’s not exactly like that, but you know what I mean.”

“As long as you are privy to your own meanings,” Xan says, “it is enough.”

You realize you kind of don’t know what you mean, but you also realize that some things don’t need to make sense to be true. (-1 Sanity: 96) “All right,” you say, settling your claws on the diamond-shaped pommel of your Power Ranger lightning sword, “I’m all in. If you don’t see red fireworks in like thirty seconds, come get me.”

Ro stoops down and covers Reeber’s eyes. The hellhound doesn’t like it, but he shuts up when you tell him to stop freaking out and summon his two buddy hounds to keep him company. The summons are almost scrawny in comparison to your Royal, but hey, what can you do. You make sure they know who’s boss before moving to leave.

“I don’t like your plans,” Ro says, rubbing Reeber’s leathery, fleshy neck with a hand to calm him.

“Too late!” you say, turning tail and running off toward the landwell. You shoot out Monster to scout in front of you, and he manages to circle easily about the well like nothing.

It’s time.

>>40918366

You run over a low outcropping of rock, speed finding you instead of the other way around. Nobody’s watching, and each footfall carries you just a big further than you thought it would. Except you’re kind of expecting that, so maybe not? Whatever.

Anyway, it’s all good over the even terrain, but when you’re about ten yards off from the landwell, your speed fails you. Someone is watching you.

Or... something?

You feel a connection between the well and you, but not... it’s hard to explain. But whatever it is, the silvery light before you vibrates violently, like a speaker pumping out low bass, and the earth surges out from beneath you in a sharp heave of motion.

You catch yourself mid fall and land poised in al ow crouch, eyes locked on the well, claws and tendrils ready for anything except what happens next.

The well bursts to life, ribbons of white light whipping out all over the place, like one of those electro-sphere things you’re supposed to put your hands on – they converge on you, and you move to dodge.

But the movement of the landwell’s sudden tendrils are too quick – they snap onto your forearm and the edges of your shadow, searing your flesh and shadow-self like a hot iron, and siphoning power from your core. (-10 PP: 31/41; +6 Stress: 25/103; -3 HP: 31/34)

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>>40918394
I really should have seen this coming

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>>40918394

Your left arm and your upper left tendril go numb – Monster dives in to bite at the twin tendrils locked onto you, but a third tendril from the landwell lashes out and latches onto the imp, giving him something a lot worse to worry about as his body starts cracking all over with white power. The imp screeches and flies off with a limp. (Monster: 3/5 HP)

You claw at the painful tendrils locked onto you, and find your claws cutting through the soft light like it was an airy fluid – the weirdo lines of light dissipate momentarily at being sliced and diced, but more tendrils wave in to take their place. You already see the old ones repairing the damage, flecks of light swimming back through the air to reform.

You scramble back from the phenomena, but several of the tendrils dart in at you too fast to dodge.

Except they strike an invisible wall about a yard off from your face, concentric golden rings echoing out from the points of impact, each ringing a low, clear tone – while the tendrils from the well aren’t disturbing the ambient shadows, the light from the shield stirs them up angrily.

Rowan alights beside you with hard beating of her wings, one hand outstretched before her toward the weird waving tentacles, the other holding Aleopher out to the side. “This is new,” she says, her voice strained and muscles tensed as she holds the whipping lines at bay.

You clamor to your feet - Xan and Reeber with the hounds sprint forward at your back.

>The thing doesn't like getting cut, and there's plenty of shadows everywhere....
>You need to pull back and regroup - you don't think it has much reach.
>You must advance. If you can claim the well, you're pretty sure all this business will be done.
>Try to wrestle the thing with the ambient shadows.
>Try fire on it. Fire usually works.
>Do something more likely to succeed (?)
>Other (?)

>>40918494
>The thing doesn't like getting cut, and there's plenty of shadows everywhere....

This power was way too popular to never use.

I can't believe I never realized it until now, but that Verwelken teleport ability would actually be really useful for getting out of holds. Yeah, it doesn't actually have much precision, but it'd be pretty damn good for Sierra. Never get condapede dogpiled again. Never almost drown in a public pool. Never get almost tentacle raped by a pissy landwell.

>>40918494
>The thing doesn't like getting cut, and there's plenty of shadows everywhere....
Voice of One Thousand Teeth. We never used it before. It's time.

>>40918494
>You must advance. If you can claim the well, you're pretty sure all this business will be done.
>Try fire on it. Fire usually works.

>>40918494
>The thing doesn't like getting cut, and there's plenty of shadows everywhere....

>>40918494
>RAIN SHADOWS AND HELLFIRE UPON THIS MEWLING WRETCH!
>HOW DARE IT RESIST OUR RIGHTFUL DOMINION!
>I mean...uhm...maybe pull back...or just, yeah. Try both, see what works best against it.

>>40918494
>The thing doesn't like getting cut, and there's plenty of shadows everywhere....
HA HA! Time for Voice Of one Thousand Teeth.
>You must advance. If you can claim the well, you're pretty sure all this business will be done.

>>40918494
>The thing doesn't like getting cut, and there's plenty of shadows everywhere....
>Try to wrestle the thing with the ambient shadows.
>You must advance. If you can claim the well, you're pretty sure all this business will be done.

Hope this isn't a hydra deal.

>>40918494
>>The thing doesn't like getting cut, and there's plenty of shadows everywhere....


>>40918455
>>40918460
>>40918476
Oh calm down, this is fairly tame.

>>40918615
It's less "I'm horrified this is so scary" and more "holy shit landwells are sentient maybe"

>>40918638
Maybe this one is booby trapped somehow. It's not as if we really know anything about what a person can do with a landwell.

>>40913146
Aughhh

>>40913941
>implying we'll ever get wings

>>40918662
I think it's cut off from the leylines or something. It's all hungry and it just tried to eat us. We're lucky that was us and not a random hiker or something, because that woulda just killed a regular person.

>>40918494
We packed grenades, right? Let's see how it likes grenades.

Anyways, it appears to have some range issues, so if we don't have grenades, let's throw corrupted stuff into it. Lots of trees around, we can make corrupted spears and what-not.

>>40918687
Could be. It's pretty much speculation though.

I guess we'll find out when we claim the damn thing.

>>40918494
>The thing doesn't like getting cut, and there's plenty of shadows everywhere....
>You must advance. If you can claim the well, you're pretty sure all this business will be done.
>Do something more likely to succeed (?)

Imbue our flesh with Stain of Sin, we're made our of all sorts of sharp bits, claws, tail, spines. RIP AND TEAR! RIP AND TEAR!

>>40918494

Do we get any emotional reading off of it? Can we try to give it the good old depression ball?

>>40918803
I'd rather poke it from a distance. Like a good scientist, or anyone who isn't a moron.

“I’ve got this,” you say, your voice shaking more than you thought it would. Thing doesn’t like getting cut, and you’ve got just the trick. You glower at the jellyfish well thing and let out a low growl from the base of your throat, tinging your voice with your will and power. (-4 PP: 27/41)

You hit the resonate frequency of the darkness, and you hear incoherent screeches of anger from the resident shadows – they bristle against the sound, sharpening defensively.

The effect of sharp shadows on soft targets is impressive. Practicing on watermelons had pretty gnarly results, cutting deep through the rine ,and you have a feeling that thrashing around only worsens the injuries.

Lucky for you, this landwell is all about thrashing its little suckers all around, and they don’t fare so well. The tendrils shred to pieces, like confetti, tearing apart into a whole lot of nothing.

“Nice,” says Rowan, relaxing a little at the cessation of attacks.

“What manner of entity was that?” Xan asks, pulling up at your side with your hounds on her heels.

Your danger ring begins buzzing, and Reeber circles around the landwell, a deep growl rattling from between his sharp teeth.

A feeling of vague, senseless anger smokes from the core of the vibrating well, though not quite from the center.

Uh oh.

>We should take a step back. Like, now.
>I think I made it mad. You got any shield stuff, get it ready.
>Cover me! (Rush the well)
>Fire.
>Lightning?
>Stain of sin on this thing.
>Other (?)

>>40918888
>I think I made it mad. You got any shield stuff, get it ready.

>>40918888
>Cover me! (Rush the well)

>>40918888
>Cover me! (Rush the well)
>Stain of sin on this thing.

This seems like a good time to use Harvey's chainmail, "protege".

>>40918888
>Cover me! (Rush the well)
Activate Armor

>>40918888
>I think I made it mad. You got any shield stuff, get it ready.
>Cover me! (Rush the well)
>Other (?)
Use Harvey's Armor

>>40918964
>>40918981
>>40918983
>Hallowed Aegis: May be activated to sheathe Sierra in protective magic. For one combat round, Sierra gains a ~10 soak versus physical damage. Attacks made against her suffer a -15 roll penalty, excepting critical hits. Hostile magic targeting her suffers a 1/4 chance of failure. Activated by a key word spoken by the wearer, 'protege'. Refreshes magic at the light of a sunrise.
I dunno how useful that'll be.

>>40918888
>Cover me! (Rush the well)
>Stain of sin on this thing.
>Use our magical, kickass chainmail defences

>>40918983
>>40918981

Can't we just back off instead? The thing is stationary, no?

>>40918888
>>Cover me! (Rush the well)

>>40918888
Back up
SoS our gun
Shoot it

>>40918888
Let's use Inflict Pain on this thing. Debuffs are always good.

All right, let's vote for a final general plan, since there's some solid ideas.

>Rush with the chainmail and go for the kill. Or reclamation. Or whatever.
>Stay where you are, hide behind shields, and try inflict pain on the thing.
>Step out of range and SoS guns to pummel the landwell into submission.

>>40919145
>Rush with the chainmail and go for the kill. Or reclamation. Or whatever.

>>40919145
>Rush with the chainmail and go for the kill. Or reclamation. Or whatever.

>>40919145
>Rush with the chainmail and go for the kill. Or reclamation. Or whatever.

>>40919145
>Rush with the chainmail and go for the kill. Or reclamation. Or whatever.

>>40919145
>>Step out of range and SoS guns to pummel the landwell into submission.

>>40919145
>>Rush with the chainmail and go for the kill. Or reclamation. Or whatever.

>>40919145
>Rush with the chainmail and go for the kill. Or reclamation. Or whatever.

>>40919159
>>40919167
>>40919172
>>40919178

Why, oh god why, would we give up such a big tactical advantage.

Oh well, here's hoping we roll well.

>>40919145
>Step out of range and SoS guns to pummel the landwell into submission.

Roll some dice. Maybe we'll wrap this up.

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>40919283
>Maybe

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>40919283

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>40919283

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>40919283
I take that to be indicative of good things and that we chose the right plan.

>>40919298
I think we're done here.

>>40919298

Well, I'll see you guys next time with the results. I have to go to sleep unfortunately. I'll twitter tomorrow what run-time I'm aiming for.

>>40919319
You're a cruel man, you know that?

>>40919319
Thanks for running Lawngod!!

>>40919298
Thank god for that.

>>40919145
>Step out of range and SoS guns to pummel the landwell into submission.

>>40919319
thanks for running

>>40919298
Oh that's good, that's very good.

>>40919319
Oh wow, that cliffhanger