You look right and see the end of the hall with a mirror placed there. You always look at the mirror, that way you can check both directions at the same time, in case of an ambush.

Perhaps you have grown paranoid.

Movement in the reflection catches your eye; blonde hair, green eyes, and the face of a young boy is all you can see. You turn to face the child, but he is already gone.

The prince Aubron has been avoiding you for as long as you can recall. You didn't even know he was on the ship till a month after you reunited with Canis.

With a sigh, you continue down the hall.

As you enter into the lounge you hear a soft thump from behind a couch. You take a glance towards the source of the noise and see a flash of blonde hair quickly zip behind the furnishing.

It appears the young prince is stalking you.

[ ] “Is there something you want, Prince Aubron?”
[ ] Ignore the child and get some breakfast.
[ ] Ignore the child and breakfast; it's time to go searching for King.
[ ] Other.

>>41162969
>[ ] “Is there something you want, Prince Aubron?”

>>41162969
>[ ] “Is there something you want, Prince Aubron?”
So happy I woke up just in time for this from my food-coma.

>>41163018
>So happy I woke up just in time for this from my food-coma.
I am happy that you are happy, anon.

Hopefully this will go a lot better than last time.

>>41162969
>[X] “Is there something you want, Prince Aubron?”

Also that "paranoia inducer" you linked on twitter has done it's work. It's part of why I love this so much.

>>41163010
>>41163018
>>41163181

[+1 Inquiry of Tiny Princes]

>>41163181
>>41163210
>growing paranoia that Judi has been replaced
>it's actually us
>fake out, it's actually King

>>41163385

nobody's been replaced, there are now two identical copies of King running around

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>>41163210
“Is there something you want, Prince Auberon?” You ask the couch.

“It's King Aub-” The couch responds before abruptly going quiet.

You sigh once more before going up to the couch and peeking behind it. You spot gold-embroidered pants and a brown leather shoe go darting behind the side of the couch opposite of you with another soft thud following it.

Already tired of this game you stand upon the couch, now having the height and position to see over all sides of the couch.

You spot the child's golden hair. “The jig is up.”

“T-That's cheating!” The child stands up and fails to act casually, folding and unfolding his arms.

“I've been known to do that.” You reply, “So, what is it you want, Prince Auberon?”

“King!” The child shouts, “King Auberon!”

You roll your eyes. “My apologies, King Auberon.” You give him an exaggerated bow.

“That's better.” He puts his arms on his hips.

You have no time for this. You turn around and start to walk away.

“Wait!” The young king shouts.

“Why?” You ask, “Are you actually going to tell me what you want, or are you going to keep wasting my time?”

“How... That is to say...” He grumbles. “How should I feel about you?”

“Come again?” You are quite confused.

“You killed my father, but my father was mad. You are the reason I do not have a home, but you have given Aideen and me shelter.”

“I cannot tell you how to feel about me. That is for you to decide.”

“But I cannot make a decision on my own.”

“That's too bad for you.”

The child looks annoyed. He crosses his arms and says “Then I will follow you until I make a decision.”

[ ] “Then you can follow me to breakfast.” Go eat breakfast.
[ ] “No. I'm leaving the ship. Following me is dangerous.” Do not eat breakfast.
[ ] “Why do you care so much about whether to be angry at me or not?”
[ ] Other.

>>41164229
>[ ] “Then you can follow me to breakfast.” Go eat breakfast.

>>41164229
>[ ] “No. I'm leaving the ship. Following me is dangerous.” Do not eat breakfast.

>>41164229
>[ ] “Then you can follow me to breakfast.” Go eat breakfast.
>But I'm about to do some dangerous stuff afterwards, and I don't think [whatshername] would like you walking into danger.

>>41164229
>[ ] “Then you can follow me to breakfast.” Go eat breakfast.

>>41164229
>[ ] “Then you can follow me to breakfast.” Go eat breakfast.

Not a good idea to think on something on an empty stomach.

>>41164229
>[x] “Then you can follow me to breakfast.” Go eat breakfast.

For the record, we aren't guilty of regicide, that's on Lilac's conscience. Technically.

>>41164359
>>41164339
>>41164333
>>41164294
>>41164270
[-10 Hunger]

>>41163385
>>41163737
>>41164229
I'm betting it's the talking couch that's been replaced. (Yes I'm that paranoid at this stage)

>>41164359
Wasn't she also high as a kite because of what the king did to her and not actually able to realize what she was doing? So it shouldn't weigh that heavy on her either. She couldn't help what she was doing drugged.

>>41164431
Emphasis on "technically".

...Wait, ok, we're eating properly prepared breakfast right?

>>41164614
at worst, we can expect candy meat

>>41164614
Candied bacon. Candied eggs. Candied toast.

>>41164709
absolute heresy

I like my bacon in slabs, anyway

>>41164694
>>41164709
I mean we're eating stuff that actually tastes like food, right?

>>41164882
>>41164709
>>41164694
>>41164614
At some point he HAS to get better at it, right?

>>41165542
I envy your optimism

>>41165542
Hahaha!

>>41165542
Just keep him away from sugar, and he's probably good.

We can wait a couple years for slightly sweet sauces.

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>>41164418
“Then you can follow me to breakfast.” You say as you step off of the couch.

Before the child has a chance to respond you are already walking down the stairs. You hear his footsteps follow down after you.

You continue your stride all the way to your destination and take a seat at the bar. You glance to your side to see the boy climbing onto a bar stool next to you.

Focusing on what is in front of you, you see Takeshi staring at a pot of boiling water.

“Something wrong, Takeshi?” You ask.

He holds up his index finger to shush you.

“What is he doing?” The child asks.

“Asking us to be quiet.” You respond.

“Why?”

“Because he is focusing on something.”

“Can he not ignore us?”

“I'm sure he could if the tried.”

Takeshi extends his arm out and shakes his hand to put greater emphasis on his silent shushing.

“I do not think he can.” The young one says.

You agree. “I think you might be right.”

Takeshi responds by changing the finger he has extended.

“There are children here, Takeshi. You can't do that.”

“What is he doing?” The child inquires.

“Being very rude to us.”

“Oh.” The child takes a moment to process what is going on. “How dare you! I am King Auberon, King of Misvert! I will not be treated with such rudeness!”

The chef adds an extra hand to his rude gesture.

The king looks quite perturbed, but then looks to you. He whispers, “That is twice as rude, correct?”

You nod.

“I will remember this, Takeshi!” The boy shouts, “I will... I... will...”

Takeshi takes the pot off of the open flame and onto an empty spot on the counter top. “Will what?” The Assassin asks.

“I will remember this!”

The chef retrieves some kind of metal net scooper thing from his bag and begins to fish around in the pot. “Okay.”

“You will rue this day!”

>>41165842
“Uhuh.” Takeshi pulls some eggs from the boiling water with the scoop and places them all in a wicker bowl. Once he is done, he picks up the wicker bowl and walks over to you and the boy. He places the bowl of eggs in front of you two.

You stare at the eggs for a while before saying, “You first.”

Takeshi shrugs and picks one up. He rolls the egg on the bar counter until the shell is completely shattered. He peels away the shell and then picks up a salt shaker. He pours some salt on the eggs and takes a bite.

You examine his face for any sign of disgust, but find none. He continues to devour the egg till nothing is left.

You eye the eggs suspiciously. The young boy appears to be looking to you for directions.

You take an egg from the pile and do as Takeshi did. You take a bite and are met with the wonderful taste of a perfectly cooked hard boiled egg. You add some ground pepper and some extra salt before taking another bite.

You glance over to the boy and he has copied your actions exactly, even adding the extra salt and pepper.

He takes a bite and chews if for a while. His eyes light up, but then he suddenly glares at Takeshi. “Your eggs are good, but you are still not forgiven.”

[ ] “Stop threatening my chef.”
[ ] “So, Auberon, what do you think of Canis?”
[ ] “The eggs are good, Takeshi.”
[ ] Eat in silence.
[ ] Other.

>>41165865
Wait.
Wait wait wait.
His food is good?

Should we, I don't know, throw a party or something?

>>41165865
>[ ] Eat in silence.
>[ ] “The eggs are good, Takeshi.”
Bawl like a bitch, real eggs.

>>41165865
>perfectly cooked hard boiled egg
aww damn, I thought Takeshi was somehow going to surprise us with proper ramen eggs. Those are a bitch to make.

[ ] “Stop threatening my chef.”
[ ] “The eggs are good, Takeshi.”
[ ] “So, Auberon, what do you think of Canis?”

>>41165865
>[ ] “The eggs are good, Takeshi.”
>[ ] “Stop threatening my chef.”

>>41165865
>[ ] “The eggs are good, Takeshi.”
We need to say something nice to him every once in a while. Especially when he doesn't fuck up.

>>41165865
Thank you for the eggs Takeshi, they were good.
Auberon, he just made you breakfast, say "thank you".

>>41165865
>[x] “Stop threatening my chef.”

>>41165959
>>41165972
>>41165978
>>41166025
>>41166136
>>41166178
[Takeshi: Morale + 2]

>>41165905

Turns out that Takeshi can be good at a lot of things when he isn't trying to be a samurai assassin.

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>>41166219
“Stop threatening my chef.” You tell the youngest one.

“He started it.” The king responds.

“I don't care.” You reply. You turn your focus to the Assassin. “The eggs are good, Takeshi.”

The chef holds his head just a bit higher and wears a smug smile as he looks down on the small king.

The boy stands up on his seat, shouting, “Do not look down on me! I am a king!”

The outburst only strengthens Takeshi's smugness, which in turn heightens the king's anger. They are caught in a feedback loop of smugness and rage.

Two arms come from behind Auberon and picks him up by his armpits. “Careful there.” Says Canis.

The boy thrashes about in the wolf-hair's arms. “I am a king! I demand respect!”

The Bard puts the king one chair down from where he was sitting before. “You can't demand respect.” Your best friend informs him, “You can only earn it.” Canis sits the child down on a stool next to the one he was sitting on, and Canis takes the king's place next to you.

“Morning.” You say to Canis.

“Morning.” He responds, “What's for breakfast?”

“Hard boiled eggs.” You say.

He nods and takes one of the eggs. After taking a bite, Canis reports “Good job, Takeshi.”

Takeshi shrugs with a smile. “What can I say? I'm just a great chef.”

“Stop that.” You say to your chef.

>>41167858
You hear Aideen speak, “Did you sleep well, my king?” You turn to see Aideen sitting on the other side of Canis.

The young boy gives a “Yes.” With crossed arms and a scowl.

“He's mad because Takeshi shot him the bird.” You report.

“Is that all?” Canis responds with a chuckle.

“He was disrespecting me!” The child shouts, “On purpose!”

“If he was doing it on purpose he just wants you to get angry, right?” Canis responds, “So why are you letting him make you angry?”

The child makes no response.

“Remember,” Canis says, “You are the only one that can let yourself become angry. If you don't let anything make you mad, you'll never be mad.”

“That's stupid.” The boy responds.

Canis shrugs. “Okay.”

Things quiet down a bit while people start to eat the eggs.

The quiet munching is broken by Canis. “So, what are we doing today?”

“We're finding King, hopefully.” You respond. At mention of King, the boy looks in your direction. “A different King.” You clarify.

“Can I come?” Auberon asks.

“No.” Everyone else says in unison.

The king is disgruntled once more.

“So,” Canis asks, “Are we calling her, are we looking for her, what are we doing?”

[ ] “I'll call her till she responds.”
[ ] “We'll look for her if she doesn't respond to the calls.”
[ ] “Let's just look for her. Calling her feels like a waste of time.”
[ ] Other.

>>41167884
>[ ] “Let's just look for her. Calling her feels like a waste of time.”

>>41167884
>[ ] “Let's just look for her. Calling her feels like a waste of time.”

>>41167884
>[ ] “Let's just look for her. Calling her feels like a waste of time.”

>>41167884
>[x] “Let's just look for her. Calling her feels like a waste of time.”

She's either in the middle of some groundbreaking revelation or in the middle of getting nothing done very quickly. In either case, she'll probably be too engrossed in her work to answer any calls.

>>41167884
>[ ] “I'll call her till she responds.”
>[ ] “We'll look for her if she doesn't respond to the calls.”

>>41167884
>[X] Other.
I asked it in the previous thread, but how does in-game mail work? Does it work like banking, in that there is a lander organization that makes it function?

>>41168131
>how does in-game mail work?
I actually do not think there IS in-game mail.

The author mentioned that he was an EverQuest fan back in the day, so it's not too much of a stretch to believe that a lot of Elder Tales is based off of EverQuest, and EverQuest didn't have a mail system until 2005.

Furthermore, if there was a mail system like WoW where you could trade items via mail, there would be no need for Landers to care about trade routes, as they would just use the mail system, but they specifically mention trade routes at points in the story.

For the sake of the quest I'm going to just rule that the game simply does not have a mail system.

inb4 someone pulls out a quote that mentions a mail system and I look like an idiot.

>>41167920
>>41167943
>>41167987
>>41167998
[+1 The Hunt is On]

>>41168418
good to know, I was trying to be creative and basically set up a drop off system to get in contact with King.

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>>41168486
“Let's just look for her.” You say, “Calling her feels like a waste of time.”

Canis gives you a nod and you both get up to leave.

He gives a kiss to Aideen before leaving. You simply wait for him before continuing.

You open the door to the deck and are bombarded by the freezing winds of Big Apple. The chill cuts through you life a knife and you can't help but shiver. The snow is already starting to pile up on the land-ship, but you don't think you'll stay here long enough for it to be a problem.

You and Canis head down the ladder and travel through the growing pile of Big Apple snow.

“So, how are you and Judi doing?” Canis inquires.

“Good.” You respond.

“Okay.” Canis replies.

The two of you travel though the city gates.

You look around and wonder where to look first.

[ ] Go to the Great Library. She might have gone back there.
[ ] Go to where her Guild Hall was. She'd probably make her base of operations there.
[ ] Go looking in the Sewers. It's probably the best way to get around unnoticed.
[ ] Go to City Hall. It's where the <Morning Star> were set up, she might be looking for something they knew.
[ ] Go to Central Park. It's big, open, and covered in several feet of snow; a perfect place to hide.
[ ] Other.

>>41169089
>[ ] Go to where her Guild Hall was. She'd probably make her base of operations there.

>>41169089
>[ ] Go to where her Guild Hall was. She'd probably make her base of operations there.

[X] Go to City Hall. It's where the <Morning Star> were set up, she might be looking for something they knew.

>>41169089
>[x] Go to City Hall. It's where the <Morning Star> were set up, she might be looking for something they knew.

The Family would be looking for her in her guild hall.

>>41169089
[ ] Go looking in the Sewers. It's probably the best way to get around unnoticed.
[ ] So, you ever been with a girl and then felt weird being near her?

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>41169141
>>41169179

>>41169202
>>41169253

Dice Gods! We beseech thee! Give us the most interesting answer!

1)Guild Hall
2) City Hall

Rolled 3 (1d5)

>>41169459
Rolling for <The Family> patrol's current position.

1) Great Library.
2) Guild Hall was.
3) Sewers.
4) City Hall.
5) Central Park..

>>41169503
Looks like we dodged a bullet!

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>>41169503
“Let's get to City Hall.” You say, “The <Morning Star> were set up there. If King's looking information, she'd definitely go there.”

“Makes sense.” Canis replies.

The two of you travel through the snow blanketed streets and towards the center of town.

“So...” You break the silent trudge. “You ever start feeling weird when you're near a girl you've been with for a while?”

“You sure you and Judi are doing okay?”

“I don't know.”

“Do you not know, or do you just not want to think about it?”

“I don't know!”

The silence returns for a few moments before Canis simply says “Okay.”

The two of you continue your march in awkward silence.

As you two reach the ruins of the city hall, you can't help but notice something has been rebuild: The gallows.

A lone level 90 Druid sits on the stage of the gallows. On either side of him swings a person with a bag over their head. You cannot make out their name plate from here, but it is possible one of these people is King.

You pull Canis into a nearby pile of snow; the Druid does not seem to have noticed.

“Alright, what's the plan?” Your friend asks.

You rub your chin in thought.

If you position yourself properly, you can probably hit both people swinging with a Judgment Ray. If one of them is King, she'd definitely survive the blast while the noose would be obliterated.

However, if that's not King, you've given your position away to the enemy, and will probably get blasted in return.

On the other hand, if the two who are swinging are max level, they could easily take out the Druid.

Then again, if they're not, you've just screwed yourself.

You rub your chin some more.

[ ] Cut the noose.
[ ] Stay hidden and try to find a better position.
[ ] Look somewhere else.
[ ] Other.

>>41170414
>[x] Cut the noose.

>>41170414
>[ ] Does King know Morse code? She strikes me as the type of person that may know it. Morse her.

>[ ] Stay hidden and try to find a better position.

Try to come at them from behind and have Canis provide a distraction. Pull at least one guy away before the fight. Incinerate the magic blocking crap and go balls to the wall.

>>41170414

I'll support this: >>41170493

>>41170493
I'll support it as well.

>>41170414
I vote >>41170493

>>41170528
>>41170591
>>41170614

All this support, in quest threads it always seems to be everyone either loves my idea or thinks I'm a troll.

Rolled 3 (1d5)

>>41170614
>>41170591
>>41170528
>>41170493
[+1 Sneaky Sneaker]

Rolling for <The Family> patrol's current position.

1) Great Library.
2) Guild Hall was.
3) Sewers.
4) City Hall.
5) Central Park

>>41170689
That patrol really loves the sewers, it seams.

>>41170689
They must be fascinated with the sewers.

>>41170707
>>41170710
Maybe they got aggro'd by alligators.

>>41170766
>Maybe they got aggro'd by alligators.
This is now canon.

>>41170766
Oh yea, well maybe they got raped by Sewer Tentacle Demons!

>>41170775
Better than them finding something interesting.

Why does ambrosis not like judi anymore?

>>41171325

He just feels uncomfortable for some reason.

If it's representative of player sentiment, it might be because there's still an undercurrent of butthurt waifufags for either waifu competitor trying to stir up shit.

If it's IC stuff, then I think there's some part of Ambrosis that holds Judi at least partially culpable for his brother's disappearance or apparent death, though that was also on the playerbase's heads.

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>>41170689
“I'm going to try and sneak around.” You whisper to Canis, “When I give you the signal, distract him.”

“Distract him how?” He responds.

You shrug. “Just think of something.”

Canis give you a look of Are You Fucking Kidding Me.

You can only further emphasize your shrug before sneaking through the snow.

You slowly but surely push through the sea of snow. As you get close to the gallows you can hear the Druid mumbling to himself.

“Bored bored bored bored bored bored.” He repeats to himself over and over again.

You make your way behind the man and into the ruined building that was once City Hall.

Now that you're closer you notice just how poorly put together these gallows are. The thing is a ramshackle structure made of uneven boards nailed together. It's a bit of a wonder how it's standing.

You turn your attention to the name plates of the two being hung, but the corner of your eye sees the Druid turning around, so you quickly duck bad down into the snow.

“Heartbeat Healing for you,” The Druid says, “And Heartbeat Healing for you.”

You remain hidden. You're not sure which direction he's facing now.

“BORED!” He shouts, “I! AM! SO! BORED!”

You take a deep breath.

>>41171420
This is probably the best time to do this: The two hanging have a HoT on them, the Druid's main heal is on cooldown, and he's probably bored enough to be distracted by whatever Canis could come up with.

You're not sure how to give Canis the signal, so you do the first thing that comes to mind. “Kaloo kuckoo!”

You hear a very confused Druid let out a “Bwuh?”

Then you hear Canis suddenly announce, “You wan' feesh?”

You peak your head out to see Canis standing in the middle of the snow covered street holding a fish.

“What?” The confused Druid asks.

“You wan' feesh, yes? You buy feesh.”

“I don't want any fish.”

“You buy feesh. Feesh? Buy? Buy feesh, yes?”

“No. No fish.”

“No feesh?” Canis looks at the fish a bit confused. “Yes feesh. Feesh here. Is feesh.” He slaps the fish onto his empty hand. “Yes feesh. Feesh good. You buy feesh.”

Now that you have the time, you notice that, in fact, one person being hung is indeed KingAzebom. The other was some Assassin named Confidence. You really wish you had some way of communicating with King without giving away your positions. Maybe you could call and hang up on King really rapidly, like Morse code.

If only you knew Morse code.

[ ] Blast King with Judgment Ray.
[ ] Blast Confidence with Judgment Ray.
[ ] Try to sneak onto the gallows and untie both.
[ ] Other.

>>41171405
She's really not culpable at all for vertigos death though.

>>41171433
>[X] Other.
Is Judi with us? Her main weapons are throwing knives, she could cut the ropes with us.

>>41171433
get king down, once we have her we have a big advantage over a druid.

If the druid is on the platform, use ray, if not try to sneak for it so he doesn't alert his guildies before getting rekt

>>41171448

I'm just trying to guess here, that's one spot that could still be sore despite logic dictating otherwise.

>>41171433

Can we tell what Confidence's/King's player levels are?

>>41171433
>[x] Try to sneak onto the gallows and untie both.

>>41171473
>Can we tell what Confidence's/King's player levels are?
Both are max level.

>>41171468
>Is Judi with us?
Nope. Probably should have had an option to take her with you.

>>41171470
>If the druid is on the platform
The Druid is still on the platform.

>>41171468
No apparently we're not supposed to like her anymore

>>41171433
I don't know whether to be amused or frightened by the notion of Canis walking around with raw fish in his inventory.

>>41171433
>[x] Try to sneak onto the gallows and untie both.

>>41171433
>[ ] Try to sneak onto the gallows and untie both.

>>41171405
It's a little bit of both Playerbase and IC thoughts.

It's not that she is somehow responsible for what happened to Vertigo, but the knowledge that Ambrosis comes second to her duty/sense of Justice. That mixed with the past few months Ambrosis has mostly been ignoring her in favor of trying to find out more about what happened to his brother, not that Judi is complaining about that, but that long with minimal conversation between the two has left a bit of an emotional ridge.

>>41171524
>No apparently we're not supposed to like her anymore
This is not true.

>>41171433
>[ ] Try to sneak onto the gallows and untie both.

>>41171589
Using player comments is a bad idea. The losing side will always complain about the winning waifu no matter who it is or what they've done

Rolled 4 (1d5)

>>41171544
>>41171541
>>41171511
>>41171610

[+1 Gambler]

Rolling for <The Family> patrol's current position.

1) Great Library.
2) Guild Hall was.
3) Sewers.
4) City Hall.
5) Central Park

>>41171656

Uh oh.

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>>41171656

>>41171656

Let's hope that they're running from a huge train of pissed-off alligators.

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>>41171656
“You buy feesh, yes?” Canis continues. “You have money? Money, feesh? Feesh, money?”

“No! I don't want any fish!” The Druid continues to shouts.

You pull yourself up onto the scaffold. The Druid must not hear the boards creaking over his own shouting.

You get next to one of the women who are bound by nooses and begin fiddling with the rope. You really wish you had paid more attention to those diagrams on how to hang yourself, because you have no idea what you are doing.

Your concentration is suddenly broken by someone shouts, “Hey! Who the fuck is that guy!?”

You look up to see three max level players: A Guardian, a Cleric, and a Sorcerer. The Guardian is pointing at you.

You instinctively look back to the Druid, who is now looking at you.

[ ] Pocket Sand the Druid
[ ] Pocket Sand the Cleric
[ ] Pocket Sand the Sorcerer
[ ] Pocket Sand the Guardian
[ ] Do not use Pocket Sand
[ ] Other.
----
[ ] Blast King.
[ ] Blast Confidence
[ ] Position yourself so you can blast King and Confidence at the same time.
[ ] Flee
[ ] Other.

>>41171898
>[x] Pocket Sand the Sorcerer
>[x] Position yourself so you can blast King and Confidence at the same time.

>>41171898
>[ ] Do not use Pocket Sand
>[ ] Trash-talk instead
>[ ] HEY SCRUBS! YOUR GUILD MASTER IS A CORRUPT SHIT AND YOU'RE ALL FAGS
Gotta buy some time for Canis

>[ ] Position yourself so you can blast King and Confidence at the same time.

>[ ] Position yourself so you can blast King and Confidence at the same time.
[] Make fire noises for maximum efficiency, you get bonus points for rp'ing in tabletops right?

>>41171898
>[ ] Pocket Sand the Druid
>[ ] Position yourself so you can blast King and Confidence at the same time.

>>41171898
>[X] Pocket Sand the Cleric
Get him before he can get us!

>>41171898
>>[ ] Trash-talk instead
>>[ ] HEY SCRUBS! YOUR GUILD MASTER IS A CORRUPT SHIT AND YOU'RE ALL FAGS

Rolled 3 (1d3)

>>41172016
>>41171975
>>41171969
>>41171963

[+1 Superior positioning]

>>41172050
>>41171969
[+1 Trash Talk Mastery]

What could go wrong?

>>41171963

>>41172016

>>41172025
Pocket sand Target:
1) Sorc
2) Druid
3) Cleric

>>41172110
>not pocket sanding the sorc who will probably one shot us from across the field before we can move
curse me for missing this vote

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>>41172110
“Hey scrubs!” You shout at the top of your lungs, “Your guild master's a corrupt shit and you're all fags!”

“Get'um!” The Guardian shouts.

“Argent Chains!” You shout, flinging the spell at the Cleric.

Without even taking the time to see if it hit or not, you run for the long end of the gallows.

The Druid swings his staff at you, but you just barely move out of the way; you can feel the breeze the swing leaves behind.

You dive off of the scaffold, but spin around in midair. “JUDGMENT RAY!” You cry. A brilliant beam of light shoots out from you and you add a “Pew pew pew!” to be sure.

The gallows are engulfed in the light, and when the laser dies down, King and Confidence are left unbound by rope.

You land in a pile of snow and begin tunneling away. They'll never find you!

That is when you feel a sudden heat behind you. You look to see a sphere of empty air inches away from you and a couple bits of wood on fire. You look up to see the Druid walking towards you now that you are completely visible.

“Did I say fags? I meant... ummm...”

“Anchoring Step!” You hear King shout. She appears behind the Druid and chains suddenly wrap around both of them. “Now where were you going?”

“To hell!” Confidence, a Wolf-hair Assassin, answers. A flurry of slices go through the poorly armored healer. His HP suddenly drops to 0.

Jesus Christ, dat burst damage!

The chains vanish from around King and she grabs you by the arm. “We're running!”

Before you even have the chance to get up she's already pulling you into a full sprint.

You glance over to see what Canis is doing.

“Just take the fish!” Canis shouts, flinging the floppy fish at the three newcomers. The tuna hits the sorcerer right in the face with a wet slap.

“Canis!” You shout, “We're running!”

>>41172697
Your best friend begins to beat his drums. “Expeditious Retreat!”

You all suddenly get a boost of speed.

King does not let go of your arm, leading you through alleyways, through ruined buildings, and down into the sewer.

She pulls you through the labyrinth of tunnels, going left and right and right and left and down holes.

You find yourselves in some kind of reservoir before King finally stops.

You are all breathing heavily, but it appears you have escaped pursuit.

You look around at the rust metal walkways and the pool of water in the center off the room. “Where are we?” You ask.

“In the sewers.” King responds between gasps of breath.

“I meant something a bit more specific than that!”

“She doesn't know.” Confidence answers, “Don't let King confuse you, she never knows what she's doing.”

“I don't need to know.” King responds, “The plot will put me exactly where I need to be.” She pauses. “Maybe. The rules probably change every time I make myself aware of the rules.”

“She also does that.” Confidence adds, “A lot.”

You look to Canis. “You okay?”

He gives you a nod.

You finally catch your breath. This seems like a good a time as any to start asking questions.

[ ] “Have you figured out anything about my brother?”
[ ] “Do you know where the books from the Grand Library went?”
[ ] “Any idea how we're going to get out of here?”
[ ] “So, how'd you get caught?”
[ ] Other.

>>41172709
>[ ] “Do you know where the books from the Grand Library went?”
>Talk a bit about what we might be able to find in the books
Then casually ask
[ ] “So, how'd you get caught?”

Do we call Judi/Takeshi to bail us out?

>>41172709
>[X] “Do you know where the books from the Grand Library went?”
Ask if she's tried the ritual to summon the man in black.

>>41172709
>[ ] “So, how'd you get caught?”
>[ ] "Since your jailbait boyfriend isn't with you I'm assuming you haven't been able to get him back either?"
> [ ] "What is your stance on Levers and what is your opinion on the name Symbiology?

>>41172818
>>41172781
>>41172729
[+2 Knowledge (KingAzebo)]
[+1 Knowledge (Confidence)]

>>41172709
Does what you are saying about the plot have anything to do with the Man in Black?

....I wonder if underwear made it to the city despite the current state of anarchy.

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>>41172845
“Do you know where the books from the Grand Library went?” You ask. “Specifically the ones you need to summon the Man in Black.”

King folds her arms and lets a “Hmmm...” She holds that position for a while, but then snaps her fingers and proclaims, “The Luxians!”

“The what?” You respond.

“The Luxians.” She repeats, “The people who worship the Man in Black. It only makes sense for them to take the books. They are keeping it safe for the day the Chosen One shows up to summon the Man in Black back to our world. Obviously whoever the protagonist is, is the Chosen One. Maybe. This story might be postmodernist, in which the Chosen One could be anyone.” She Hmmms some more and then adds, “But if this story is dadaist, the Chosen One would be something stupid, like a potato. Or perhaps Godot.” She points to you. “Quick! We need to find Godot! It's the only way!”

“Isn't Godot a metaphore for God or something,” You respond, “And about how waiting for God is pointless?”

“Hmmm...” King goes back to thinking. “If Godot is God, then we need to find God, but the God that is God here. So...” She snaps her fingers, “We need to find the Man in Black!”

You stare at her for a while and then respond with, “Did all that hanging cause brain damage? Because I think you have brain damage.”

“That's quite rude.”

“I told you she does this.” Confidence comments, “It's best to just go with whatever she says first.”

“So the Luxians have it?” You ask.

“Most likely.” Confidence answers.

“Alright. So, where would they go?”

“Someplace thematically important.” King answers, “The Man in Black exerts his power through economic manipulation, so the obvious answer would be wherever the economic center of the server is.”

>>41173889
Before she can continue, you state, “So they're probably headed for Boulder or Pueblo. I may not have seen every city on the server, but I can guarantee there are no other large producer of land-ships or airships.”

“Or!” King continues, “Perhaps they are headed for Brotherhood, as there are no riches greater than camaraderie.”

“You know, before I would wonder what you could possibly see in jailbait, but now I'm wondering what he saw in you.”

She takes a step back. “Vertigo isn't jailbait!”

“Not now he isn't,” You say, “But he was.”

“Well, we were all jailbait at one point in time.”

“That's not what I mean and you know it.”

“Well, I quite frankly have no idea what you are insinuating.”

“That you two were doing more than being friend when he was still a minor.”

She coughs. “Yes, well, I wouldn't know anything about that.”

You sigh. “I don't know why you're trying to hide it, I already know. I mean, it's awkward, but I don't care. I mean, you invited me to an orgy with me, you, him and Judi!”

“Part one: Hot!” Canis interrupts, “Part two: Why wasn't I invited?”

“She didn't know who you were.” You respond.

“Uhh...” King gives you a confused look. “I don't know who either of you are.”

You give a concerned look to your friend. You focus back on King. “I know you don't know who Canis is, but how do you not know who I am? I mean, you furnished my land-ship! You were literally fucking my brother!”

She suddenly seems to understand. “You're Anthony!”

“Yes. Yes I am.” You say, “And this isn't the first time we've talked, or even met! I mean, it was two months ago, but even I remember!”

“I... literally cannot recall ever talking to you before now.”

>>41173899
“Holy crap! Hanging people really does cause brain damage!?” You let out an aggravated sigh. “We're gonna need to talk to the <Morning Star>.”

“Well, if that's true, then... umm...” King extends a hand. “Since it is this me's first time meeting you, it is very nice finally meeting you, Anthony.”

Not quite sure what to do, you shake her hand. “Like-wise, Kim.”

“Ah. I see you already know my name.”

“This must be very awkward for you.”

“Well,” She puts a finger to her chin. “I suppose it's less awkward if I simply pretend as if I'm talking to a time traveler that I talk to later in life, and that's why I can't remember any of it; because it hasn't happened yet.”

“Uhh... well... This is Canis.” You motion over to him. “He's been my best friend since preschool.”

Canis holds out a hand. “We factually haven't met yet, BUT I next time you think about having an orgy, I would appreciate it if you would invite me.”

“Well, until we get Vertigo back, I don't think there will be any of those.” She responds while shaking his hand. “Do you have a someone special, or will we need to find you one?”

“Oh, no, I have someone.”

“Oh, good! Do you two have anything that's off limits?”

You interrupt. “Are we seriously having this conversation NOW!?”

“It pays to be prepared, man.” Canis responds, “I mean, if your brother just rose from the water and said, 'Hey, let's have a celebratory orgy,' we wouldn't know what's off limits or not. Having a talk between all parties is very important.”

King looks to the pool of water, as if expecting something. After a while she proclaims, “Okay. We are officially not a comedy. Maybe.”

You look to Confidence. “Does she finish all her sentences with maybe?”

“Only when she is trying to give real life a literary analysis.” Confidence responds. Then she smirks. “Maybe.”

>>41173908
You sigh. “Look, I've got the answers I was looking for: The books are being held by the Luxian in Pueblo or Boulder. Maybe both. Either way, we're out of here.”

“We?” Confidence questions, “You mean you and Canis?”

“No, I mean all four of us.” You reply, “I'm not leaving my brother's mentally damaged girlfriend to wander a sewer.”

Confidence sighs. “I suppose.”

You grab hold of King's arm. “Alright, I'm taking us out of here.”

“Shouldn't I be the one to lead?” King asks, “I am the King, after all.”

You stare at her for a bit, then say, “No.”

You drag the Guardian up ladders, over streams, past iron grates, and through ancient piping.

After hours and hours of retracing your steps, and checking the direction of the people on the Manifest Destiny, you finally emerge into the snow-swept night.

“Oh. You did it.” King says, “I was about to say we are hopelessly lost.”

“King, you are not allowed to drive the land-galleon. Ever.”

“It's the brain damage, isn't it?”

“I certainly hope it's the brain damage, because if you've always been like this, I'm quite surprised how you accomplished anything.”

You shiver as you push your way through the snow. Your body wants to give up, but you know you are so close that you just keep pushing forward. Then you spot it, the Manifest Destiny 2 in all its glory.

“It's huge!” King shouts, “How does it move!?”

“Go ask Lilac.” You sigh. “Again.”

“I certainly hope I didn't forget anyone from my guild.” King laments, “It will be very awkward.”

“Just pretend like they weren't important enough to remember.” Confidence remarks.

“I would rather we not be rude to our fellow guild members.” King retorts.

“I would rather we not let people know we have brain damage.” Confidence points out, “We would have a big sign on us saying 'Please take advantage of us.'”

“I suppose you are right.”

>>41173918
You glance at their name plates. Neither of them are currently in a guild. You wonder if they mean their previous guild, or if they simply don't remember disbanding <Swich Licour>.

Your group makes it up the ladder of the ship, across the snow buried deck, and into the warm belly of the ship.

Before you can even take the time to appreciate the warmth of the inside, chain covered arms wrap around you.

“Ambrosis!” Judicature cries, “I was so worried.”

You pat her on the head. “I know. You're always worried.” You motion towards King and Confidence. “We have guests.”

Judi looks. “Oh! King! Welcome back! And... uhh...”

“This is Confidence.” King responds, “My right hand woman.”

“Oh!” Judicature stares at the new Wolf-hair. “Uh... Nice to meet you, Confidence. I am Judicature and this is Ambrosis-”

“I know.” Confidence responds, “We met before coming here, hence why we were in a group.”

It is obvious to you that Judi is going off a script she's been practicing in the mirror for a while now, you need to do something to salvage this.

“I think what she meant to point out,” You begin, “That we are together, not to imply that we haven't met before.”

“Oh.” Confidence responds, “But I already knew that.”

King sighs. “Yes, but she didn't know you knew that.” The Guardian looks back to the Swashbuckler. “You'll need to excuse Confidence; she's never been the best at socializing.”

“Oh!” Judicature seems excited by this prospect. “I also have have problems socializing. Maybe we could... umm...”

“Have a friendship based on our inability to talk like normal people?” Confidence responds, “Sure. I've started friendships on flimsier excuses.”

King chuckles. “Me and Confidence became friends using the best excuse!”

“That's right.” Confidence confirms, “It was... umm...”

King gives her friend a panicked look, “We became friends because... of... uhhh...”

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>>41173948
You interject with, “We're all really tired. I think it's about time we all get some sleep. Canis, mind showing them where the bunks are?”

Judicature gives you a confused look, but says nothing.

You give her a smile. “It's okay, I'llexplain in the morning. Right now, I just want some sleep.”

You move your weary body down the hall and into your room.

You fling off your boots and armor and robes.

The bed calls to you, and you dance to its siren song.

You take one step toward the bed, and a pain suddenly shoots from the bottom of your foot, like you just stepped on the mother of all lego pieces.

After hopping up and down and rubbing the bottom of your foot for a while, you get down on your knees to investigate what you just stepped on.

There, growing out of the wooden floor, stands a tooth.

END SESSION

>>41173960
ZE TOOOOOOOOOTH

Fucking teeth. They're warnings of that nightmare coming.

>>41173960
I just realized something.
King can see past the fourth wall.

>>41173960
EVACUATE

BUILD AIRSHIP

QUESTION KING FURTHER

GET CANDIED MEAT, WE'LL CAVITY THE MOTHERFUCKERS AWAY.

>>41173986
>King can see past the fourth wall.
No she can't, she just presumes there is a fourth wall, she doesn't know if there really is one and can't actually see what's beyond it.

King's the doppelgänger!
Tinfoil hats on!
/hyperventilate

>>41174453
>King's the doppelgänger!
No one's guide to becoming an Adventurer doppelganger:
Step 1) Acquire cooking knife
Step 2) Convert Adventurer into easily transportable pieces
Step 3) Create a duplicate avatar to carry around Adventurer parts.
Step 4) Spoilers
Step5) Empathium!

>>41173960
we should put takeshi's sweet steak sauce on it

so if MiB has control over Economy, why did Possessed!Vertigo flip the lever that turns off the economy of that region?

>>41174782

[adjusts glasses internally]

>>41174795
Mount Rushmore has one too so it's not like there was no backup theoretically.

>>41174795
>so if MiB has control over Economy, why did Possessed!Vertigo flip the lever that turns off the economy of that region?
In all honesty, I thought the answer was obvious, but maybe I am just being too subtle about some things.

>>41174893
I have watched maybe 1/4 of the first season and 1/6 of the second. Added to that the hiatus, and I am not terribly informed of the setting and of general ramifications.

>>41174921
Oh, it has nothing to do with the show or anything like that.

I had written something that I thought would have instantly explained things, because I was sure people were confused by the end of the Food Riots session

I can give you a hint, but are you sure you want have the puzzle spoiled?

>>41174975
gimme a sec to go over the thread again.

>>41174975
Maybe.

>>41174975
>>41174987
So, knowing he was about to be killed, MiB stopped the flow of money of the entire server. Does that make mobs stop dropping coins?

I'm guessing this will cause massive inflation?

All I'm sure of is that there's something No One wanted to do with the money, and MiB sacrificed himself to stop it. No guarantees yet if he PERMANENTLY sacrificed himself.

Is...the teeth infection spreading through GOLD!?

>>41174975
It's also possible that it's just a very personal kind of logic that makes sense to me, but wouldn't to anyone else in the world.

I really hope not, it's terrible having a puzzle that no one else can figure out.

>>41175129
>control the gold, buy everything, destruction and pvp everywhere on, ???, empathions?

>>41175129
aww damnit, Shep. Who is right? Are we even on the right track!?

>>41175129
My theory was that the geniuses used gold from the money machine to buy Big Apple and changing the zone rules to enable its destruction. MiB then turned it off to stop them from repeating it elsewhere.

If neither this nor the other theories presented so far has been correct, then you'll probably have to explain shit :/

>>41175802
But how did they get money from the money machine? Was it just easy because there wasn't anyone 'guarding' it?

Maybe the this is similar to that Wow Virus in that a change outside of the expected parameters essentially caused a plague? A much slower spreading or higher incubation period virus but still a virus.

>>41175861
The Japan guard was expansion content so perhaps you're onto something there about being no guards or them being all turned off? It probably helps that geniuses have OP abilities or tend to be raid boss level.