You went to sleep and had a talk with Allegiset about magic, undeath and blight, and got your Strength enhanced by him as a boon for your continued excellence in combat. You woke up to find your group piecing things back together, and it's time you did the same. You've got a long list of things to take care of, and you plan to start crossing them off one by one.

>Talk to your team
>Pack up and get moving right away
>Other (write-in)

Character Sheet:
http://pastebin.com/hZThyQm7

Thread twitter:
@BecomeQM

Previous adventures at:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Become%20The%20Dragon%20Quest

The rules:
Best of three rolls, critical threat on a 20, confirmed if another roll is 20-modifier or higher. Modifier is Stat being rolled+Relevant skill. You can decide which skill to apply. If no one applies one, no skill will be added on. If you don't have a logical reason to apply a skill, don't do it.
Critical fails are at least two 1s on a roll. May expand this later to increase shenanigans.
Success is on a sliding scale and is situational. Some things are easier than others. Use your head.

Check out the side stories!
Millie's Day Off
http://pastebin.com/9dmr6XWx
Sir Black and the Red Scale
http://pastebin.com/5JMxmEay

Ildareth Meets His Match is at 11 pages and counting and will be done shortly I promise.

>>42785491
>>Talk to your team

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You clear your throat to get everyone's attention before pausing. It takes you a moment to find the right place to start.

“...I'm glad everyone is alright. I mean... Kat, we need to get your arm taken care of, but... We're all alive. The town is free for the time being.”

Gil nods slightly and smiles.

“Yeah... A big tough necromancer and we foiled her plans.”

Sena smiles softly.

“So we're heroes now, right?”

Kat takes a pull from her pipe and smirks.

“So we should head back to town and have them throw a party in our honor. With cake.”

Sena's eyes light up, but you shake your head.

“Yes, we're heroes, but we have to keep moving. We need the sword so we can fix the real problem and so I can turn into a dragon. If we turn around now, that necromancer is going to come after us and innocent people might get hurt. If we can get to the next town, we can try to find a healer for Kat. We might need to do this all over again if the next town is the same way... I get the feeling we'll be better prepared this time though.”

You look at their faces. They're tired, worn thin by what just happened, but they look determined. You smile softly and nod a bit, mostly to yourself.

>Let's get moving, we can talk on the way
>Anything I need to know?
>Other (write-in)

>>42785884
>>Anything I need to know?

>>42785884
Everyone needs Church!

Sena gets her divine on, Kot gets holy fire, Kat makes holy hand grenades, Gil learns anti-magic skills.

Black somehow becomes a templar.

>>42785927
Anon we don't know of any churches nearby, if your going to sperg, sperg appropriately please.

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“Before we get moving... Anything you guys need to tell me about what happened?”

Kat shrugged a little bit.

“I mean, I learned a few things about blight. I boiled some of it while I was working on the potion and sort of forgot all about it, and it just turned into a solid black lump. I think that might be part of how you make a Null Stone.”

Gil nodded slightly.

“And that creature outside, that giant thing with all the limbs... She stitched her body together with blight, but that thing was held together with steel. Seems like a tacky job for a guard dog, unless someone else did it for her.”

Sena hesitates, shifting slightly and looking down.

“She... When she was in control of me, she kept forcing magic through me... Said it was like strengthening a muscle... She wanted me to become her assistant or something... So I guess there's that. I think I can do that to myself if I try, but... it'll probably hurt a lot, even if it does help me get better at magic faster.”

You nod slightly and rise to your feet, helping Sena up.

“Let's get moving then. We can figure the rest out as we go. There's bound to be other stuff at work here, and we don't want to get caught up in it.”

You pack up camp and help everyone clean out the carriage. You don't know how far the next town will be from here, but the sooner you get on the road, the faster you'll get there.

>Switch to travel rolls
>Talk to people on the road (write-in)
>Other (write-in)

>>42786178
>>Talk to people on the road (write-in)
Ask Kat about how bad her arm is and how her supply of alchemy ingredients and bottles are.

Ask Sena about what happened when we opened the bottle.

>>42786178
>>42786178
>Talk to people on the road (write-in)
How well does Gil work with a sword?
Training with him and the others in basic sword stuff could fill in for not having a teacher.

Reading those books too. Magic Book Club!

Hey! Do you enjoy side stories? Do you like 13 pages of rough draft about how Ildareth met Kotijah's mother? Check out Ildareth and the Dragonblood Witch!

http://pastebin.com/N83MDEHq

6000 words of backstory you don't need to understand the quest, right here! It's the rough draft, though, so expect a few typos here and there. Comments are always appreciated!

>>42786541
Yep!

Enjoyed.

Kot needs to learn draconic.

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As everyone piles into the carriage you take your usual seat at the reins and get the horses going, relaxing a bit. Once you're back on the road you open the flap to talk to your friends.

“So... Gil, how are you with a sword?”

Gil laughs a bit.

“Never used one in my life... And I don't plan to. No offence, but I'll stick to my knives. They suit me a lot better.”

Kat laughs a little.

“He tried it once and ended up falling over with every swing. He was eight, I think. Ah, the memories~”

Gil turns red and stares out the window, grumbling.

“Is that right? I'll have to remember that. Anyway... Kat, how's your arm? And do we need to make a supply stop?”

Kat looks at her arm for a moment.

“I mean it's still broken if that's what you mean. And I'm fine on supplies for the next day or two before I smoke my way through them. Then we have a problem.”

You nod slightly.

“Now for the big one... Sena, when I opened that bottle, do you remember what happened?”

Sena shifts in her seat and turns away.

“...You got really mean all of a sudden. You started to shout a lot, and you attacked the necromancer... She tossed you around a bit and then she took control of me... I don't remember the rest, but I think you were screaming for her not to take me away, which is... kind of nice...”

She smiles softly, and you smile back.

“Alright, so at least I didn't completely lose my mind... That's good news, right?”

Gil shrugs a bit.

“I dunno, losing your mind can be useful. I mean, do you know how hard it is to use enchantments on a crazy person? It's why insane asylums exist in the first place, you can't just magically calm them all down.”

Now that's useful info. Maybe stocking up on a bottle or two would be worthwhile after all.

>Travel time
>Talk about something else
>Other (write-in)

>>42786541
>http://pastebin.com/N83MDEHq
"She hasn't broken any crimes yet that I've seen."
Line 63, looks like it should be either "...broken any laws..." or "...committed any crimes...".

>>42786890
Huzzah, someone liked my story!

>>42786950
To be fair I didn't have as much time to proofread as I would have liked. There are bound to be other typos in there somewhere.

>>42786944
>>Travel time

>>42786966
Yep, mind if I just drop them here? I can do your proofreading for you.

>>42786944
To the next town!

Or ambush!

When everyone is healed, team sparring should be w thing.

>>42787024
By all means, go for it.

Alright, time for the next batch of travel rolls! Another week, another batch of excitement! Encounter, Event and Luck please, and be sure to label your rolls.

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>42787092
encounter

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>42787092
Travel!

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>42787092
Luck I guess

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>42787092
Luck
This may not end well.

>>42787216
I'm gonna pretend this is the Event roll.

>>42787397
You are so god damned lucky you're late.

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You spend two days traveling with little in the way of excitement, but on the third day you feel an odd chill in the air. As you continue down the road you spot what looks like a marsh up ahead, the road weaving through it along the only dry patches of ground. Something about the water strikes you as odd, and you slow the carriage to a halt for a moment. Your sight doesn't reveal anything odd about the water, but you still feel funny about the situation.

>Gotta go fast, get across quickly before something grabs you.
>Take it nice and slow and stop if there's any dangerous
>Other (write-in)

>>42787554
Throw a (large)log in it, see what you stir up.

>>42787554
This
>>42787588
>Throw a (large)log in it, see what you stir up.

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You look around for a bit and spy a large rock. You decide to test the waters, figuratively and literally, and heft it. Before last night this rock would have given you some substantial difficulty, but now it barely feels like it weighs anything at all. You hurl it into the marsh as hard as you can and watch. You can see something in the water moving towards the stone, something large, and then there's a sudden thrashing. An instant later half the rock you threw bounces along the path, tumbling towards you. The cut is smooth and clean, almost shiny. The movement in the water stops a moment later, and then everything falls still once more.

Cleave fish. Powerful jaws and beaks instead of teeth. You sigh softly. Your father had told you about them one night to scare you into staying away from the lake when you were five. You didn't think they actually existed, but the mere thought had kept you out of the water for years.

>Face your fear!
>Always with the water hazards. Find another path.
>Other (write-in)

>>42788352
>>Always with the water hazards. Find another path.

>>42788352
>>Always with the water hazards. Find another path.
Discretion is the better part of valor.

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You decide that a fish that literally just ate half a rock is probably not worth your effort right now. You could wear it down from afar, but in the murk of the swamp it would be hard to spot and kill. Now you have to make a choice though. Heading south from here would probably put you back on the main road, the one you were on before your detour, while heading north puts you closer to the coast and further from the capitol. Travel on the main roads might be less dangerous in terms of monsters, but there's also the risk of running into knights.

>We can handle a man in a can, let's head south
>Monsters don't scare me, I am one! North we go!
>Consult someone
>Other (write-in)

>>42788782
>Consult someone
Guys here are our options, thought?

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You decide to ask your friends for advice, opening the carriage door to talk to them. Sena is asleep, and Gil and Kat are both blushing, a blanket draped across their laps. Gil glances at Kat then back at you.

"We weren't doing anything. I swear."

You briefly consider slamming the door and pushing the carriage into the marsh so you don't have to think about that any more. Instead you rub your temples.

"There's a cleave fish in the marsh so we need to change course. We can either go north or south. North might have more monsters, while south of here is the main road but we're more likely to be recognized."

Gil says "North" in the same instant Kat says "South", and the two exchange looks. You close your eyes.

"Well unless we split up, we can't do both. And since neither of you are of any help, and Sena is, I pray, asleep, I'm going to decide on my own."

You close the door while making direct eye contact with them, giving them the most unnerving glare you can. Honestly, you literally just cleaned those seats the other day...

>North
>South
>Forge onwards
>Other (write-in)

>>42789193
We've got an injured party member, south.

You followed me...

I feel like I'm being watched...

Really though, why are people following me?

>>42789398
So I can start receiving direct messages on Twitter when I ask questions. Like I'm about to do.

Follow the twitter, folks, I'm gonna start asking stuff there from time to time.

>>42789398
what? are you drunk?

>>42789483
People keep following me even though I do literally nothing and it scares me a little.

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You turn the carriage towards the south and skirt the edges of the marsh as you go. It takes you almost the rest of the day to make it to something resembling a road, but it looks well-travelled and much smoother than cutting across country. You adjust your course a bit and continue on down the road.

A little ways further east you come to a crossroads. One sign informs you that continuing down the road will bring you towards a place called Nyl, twenty miles from here, a distance you could easily cover before travel becomes dangerous. The other lists the destination as the Cathedral of the Holy Eclipse, but lists no distance.

On the one hand the town offers supplies, which you desperately need, but there's no guarantee that there'll be a church or healer there. On the other hand, the cathedral might be of use to you, but there's no telling who might be there or who might have connections in the capitol. Of course, you could always visit one and then the other...

>Head for the town
>Head for the cathedral
>Other (write-in)

>>42789668
>>Head for the town
supplies first and find a splint then cathedral.

Never work in retail, folks. I now have to get up in six hours to open up the shop and work a full day from open to close because my boss is "too sick to move, sorry, frownie emote". I'll resume tomorrow morning around 8 AM EST because that's when I'll be opening the shop up and will have time to do so.

In the mean time, please feel free to throw in your questions, comments, concerns and critiques, which are, as always, appreciated.

>>42789668
Make the team vote on it.

If a tie, we tie breaker. If not we go with majority.

>>42789668
>Head for the cathedral
Healing and usefull stuff first.

>>42789668
>Head for the town
That church name sounds like a necromancer front, and we have no idea how far away it is.

>>42793646
What? You know that the religions is all about the sun and moon, right? There's no reason that they would be a necromacer front than any other church.

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You set the horses on the road to Nyl and give them a little push to ensure you get there before night falls. You allow yourself to relax and enjoy the ride, taking in the scenery. You spot a few kinds of bird you don't recognize, and more strange plants. The capitol had many of the same things you were used to in the south, and it makes the journey seem more exotic than it probably is.

You spot the first banner as the sun is starting to set. 'Welcome to Nyl!', it boldly proclaims. The next one, fairly close behind it, reads 'Home of the Festival of Stars!". Both are written in silvery ink on dark blue fabric that resembles the night sky, although the hand could certainly have been steadier. As you proceed you notice decorations in the trees, black and dark blue bows in the trees with white and yellow beads covering the knots, dozens of 'stars' all along your path.

The town of Nyl itself is bigger than Ditio, but also less grand. It reminds you vaguely of your home town, but bigger and cleaner. It's dusk now, and it's pretty dark, but you can see light in the center of town and hear people talking. Someone is yelling at someone else, and you can hear the sounds of construction, of hammer and nail, almost everywhere around you.

>Look for an inn
>Investigate the yelling
>Other (write-in)

>>42794136
>Look for an inn
been a long day

>>42794136
>Look for an inn

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You lead the carriage towards the nearest inn, a place called The Slumbering Dragon, but you're too tired to either appreciate the irony or groan at the inevitable puns your companions will come up with. You climb down from the driver's seat and lead the horses and carriage around to the back, securing both at the stables and helping your friends out.

As you come around to the front you finally give the town a proper look. There are streamers and bows all over the place, more 'stars' adorning every door and window. You head into the inn and are immediately greeted by the tired, bored face of a young man who immediately frowns upon sporting you.

"Oh good, more tourists... Welcome to The Slumbering Dragon. My name is Pirin. How can I help you fine folk?"

He smiles, but it's pretty plainly halfhearted.

>Rooms for four please
>What's going on out there?
>Other (write-in)

>>42794545
>Rooms for four please

>>42794545
>Rooms for four please
>What's going on out there?
Hope it calms down soon.

>>42794545
>Rooms for four please
>What's going on out there?

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You approach the counter.

"Rooms for four please."

Pirin laughs a bit.

"Right... we've got loads of room. Sure. Well, Miss Comedian, we've only got one room left, and at this point it's probably the last one in town so you and your friends will have to put up with it."

You glance at your group for a moment.

"Does that have anything to do with what's going on outside?"

Pirin chuckles a bit before falling silent.

"You... you really don't know?"

He pales.

"Quick, run, before-"

An old man with a rather impressive moustache pokes his head out the door behind the counter, eyes practically twinkling.

"Someone doesn't know about the festival?"

Pirin groans and slumps against the counter. The old man walks over and smiles.

"Would you like to hear the story? I'll let you stay for free if you'll put up with it. I just love telling the tale, and my boy here is, unfortunately, too old to listen to his old man ramble."

>Indulge him
>We're just passing through, sorry
>Other (write-in)

>>42794714
>Indulge him
Listen to his story over food and drink. Buy him a drink too.

>>42794714
>Indulge him

>>42794714
>Indulge him

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You opt to hear him out and smile.

"Alright then. I'll hear the story. But over drinks and dinner. I'll pay, it's the least I can do."

Pirin groans against the counter and slowly lifts his head.

"I'll go and get the room ready..."

The old man nods and smiles broadly, taking Pirin's chair.

"How about we go to a local tavern then? They have roast pork tonight. Good wine, too. Imported from the eastern border, where the grapes are the size of your head. Lovely stuff."

You give him a nod, and he leaps over the counter, heading for the door.

"Come along then!"

Gil looks at him, then at you, and shrugs.

"I'm gonna get Kat to bed so she can rest."

Sena frowns at him and huffs.

"You mean finish what you started, right?"

Gil and Kat both turn bright red and Sena grabs your wrist, tugging you towards the door and after the man.

"Let's go..."

You nod and follow Sena out. The old man leads you across the street to a similar-looking building called The Merry Dragon, and as you step inside and contemplate the rather uncreative name, you see the old man approach another who is either his twin brother or a magic doppelganger. They embrace and laugh, chattering briefly before the newcomer walks over to you and Sena, pushing glasses of wine into your hands.

"Welcome to my tavern! Make yourselves at home! My brother and I will be with you in a moment, we're just going to fetch the puppets."

Puppets. Great. You look at Sena, who seems ecstatic about the prospect of a puppet show. You sip the wine and pause. It really is good wine. You take another sip and sit down with Sena by the fire. The two men reappear with a large wooden trunk and a piece of cloth nailed to a pair of posts. They set up their stage and smile at you, one standing to one side while the other gets out some puppets.

"Long ago, when the world was young, there was no light in the sky. No sun, no moon, and certainly no stars."

Two puppets appear, both with felt tears stuck to their cheeks. Sena pouts at the sight. You're not sure you can quite handle this situation, so you drink some more of your wine and try to just relax.

"The people were sad, because they had no way to tell time, no way to know when to sleep, when to work, and certainly no light to work by. And so, Lord Solis and Lady Noct came up with solutions."

The puppets are replaced by two different ones, a splendid king in white and a magnificent and frightening queen in black.

"Lord Solid created a brilliant orb of white light, fueled by the goodness in his own heart, and lifted it into the sky to help his people see their work and the wonders of the world around them."

The queen vanishes and a sun-shaped puppet rises up, before hooking to the top of the stage above the king. Then the queen reappears.

"Lady Noct created the moon, a pale orb that drew in light and darkened the night sky further, creating time to relax and indulge."

This time the king vanishes, and a moon is hung over the queen. The king reappears, this time with a sword.

"But Lady Noct's pale orb was not fueled by goodness. She was wicked and cruel, and in the darkness she created she performed all manner of evil deeds. Lord Solis would not tolerate his people coming under attack, and so the sun and moon went to war."

The puppets clash, and Sena gasps, hugging your arm tightly. You have a bit more wine and watch the two puppets squabble for a moment.

"They were evenly matched in every way, and both realized that so long as the hearts of men were in balance between goodness and wickedness, the sun and moon would always be in balance as well. Lord Solis set out to teach kindness and respect, while Lady Noct sought to teach irreverence and decadency. But the fragments of the sun and moon left behind by their conflict still hang in the sky, the pale lights we call stars, the light in the dark, the place where good and evil meet."

A spray of glitter erupts upward, covering the cloth of the stage and settles into neat little patterns that look like the constellations. Both men bow low, and Sena breaks into applause, standing up and cheering. You clap as well and smile.

"So that's what the festival is about then? Celebrating that story?"

They nod in unison, and the innkeeper smiles a bit.

"Exactly. It's a day to celebrate the follies and successes of humanity, to remind us we are great, and to remind us that we are so very small."

>Ask about something
>Enjoy your meal and go to bed
>Other (write-in)

>>42795273
>Enjoy your meal and go to bed

>>42795273
>Ask about something
Ask about if there's a reason/story behind the dragon themed names for the inn and tavern.

>>42795273
>Ask the name of Solis' sword

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You finish your wine off and smile.

"So what was the name of his sword? I mean, the sword of a legendary king? That sounds like it would have a name worth knowing."

The tavern owner laughs a bit.

"It was called Shard of the Sun, before Lady Noct shattered it. It's what became the stars in the sky. Legends say that blades of white light descend from the sky and find their way into the hands of the worthy when darkness threatens the world of men."

You nod slightly and recline.

"Huh... Well, that's a shame. Still, a nice story. So what about the inn and tavern? What's with the names?"

The innkeeper gives a hearty laugh.

"Why, because dragons are the symbol of Nyl! This town was where Lady Noct bore the first dragon, a crimson scaled beast named-"

Your head goes fuzzy for a moment, and you feel your whole body tense. The world seems to blur around you and your heart is thundering in your chest. It feels a lot like when Allegiset appeared before you at the ball, only more abrupt and almost sickening. You jolt back into focus an instant later.

"-the Fierce! He became the father of all dragons, and once made his lair on this very spot! Today it's a humble town near the capitol city, but we're proud of our heritage and history."

>Mind running that name by me one more time?
>Thank you, I'm going to bed now
>Ask about something else
>Other (write-in)

>>42796133
Shit we almost got cursed by hear Allegsiet's true name. Damn.
>Ask about something else
Ask about what other villages are near here as well as the cathedral and any ruins. Also is there a cave nearby?

>>42796284
Are you trying to get Kot cursed?

>>42796133
>Thank you, I'm going to bed now
Too close for comfort. I wonder what he will think about this though.

>>42796133
>"And...where exactly was this old lair? I might try and visit. For propriety's sake."

>>42796133
>Ask about something else
Could you write down that name for me?

It would be good to be able to power up by saying it as a worst case cenario if we're in a bad spot.

>>42796362
Yeah, no. Haring, seeing or reading it gets us cursed in full measure anon.

>>42796399
Not to mention we cant just save it for later, he can see what we do when we sleep and he would probably not be happy about that. He was the one who granted us all these boons so best not to anger him, yeah?

>>42796399
How about not looking at it, then? Could be a last measure if we really really need it sometime.

>>42796362
Let's not ask this one.

>>42796440
see>>42796437

Besides there is a VERY good reason he didn't tell us. If you read Kot's parents side story the curse is apparently REALLY bad. Like Dragons would rather not improve themselves and be almost enslaved because Gaining power leads to them going batshit insane bad.

>>42796478
Ah, well i haven't read that so my bad then.

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You nod slowly as you collect yourself, taking a slow breath and looking into your empty cup.

"Maybe you can tell me about the area then. I mean, a big, important festival, there are bound to be places to see besides the main events. Ruins, that sort of thing."

The innkeeper nods knowingly at you.

"I think I know just the place. I'll have Pirin give you the grand tour tomorrow!"

The tavern owner laughs heartily.

"That sounds like a splendid idea! I'll make packed lunches as well! It's been so long since anyone wanted to see the sights and not just dance, sing and see the seer!"

Sena smiles at you.

"So we're going on an adventure tomorrow?"

You smirk a bit.

"I guess we are... I just hope it's worth the delay..."

>Sleep time
>Ask about something else
>Other (write-in)

>>42796753
>Sleep time

>>42796753
>>Sleep time

>>42796753
>Sleep time
>try and visit Allegiset and mention we're supposedly near his old lair.

>>42796753
>Sleep time

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You grab some roast pork from a nearby table.

"Well, I'm gonna help myself to some food and drink and call it a night if you don't mind."

The tavern owner nods.

"By all means, enjoy yourself. Revel, if you like."

You grab another cup of wine.

"I'll revel tomorrow night. Tonight I'm just gonna go to bed."

Sena grabs some food and sits beside you, and you both eat in comfortable silence. You thank the men for their warm welcome to the town, and head for the inn, Sena hugging your arm on the way back.

"That was fun... A nice break, right?"

You nod and smile at her.

"Something like that. Honestly I'm still just beat from the trip so far. I'm looking forward to a bed."

When you reach the room you find Gil and Kat asleep on the bed, their clothes scattered around the room. Sena pouts and sighs.

"So much for that plan..."

>Kick them out of bed
>Sleep on the floor, chew them out tomorrow
>Other (write-in)

>>42797024
>Lift up the bed
>Dump them out of it, set the bed down
>claim literally the entire bed for himself.

>>42797024
>Sleep on the floor, chew them out tomorrow
Kat still has a broken arm remember?

>>42797094
For yourself*

>>42797024
>Sleep on the floor, chew them out tomorrow

>>42797024
>Sleep on the floor, chew them out tomorrow

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You sigh and clear some space on the floor, deciding to chew them out in the morning. You lean against the wall and Sena sits on your lap, curling up against you and closing her eyes. You let yourself drift into an uncomfortable sleep. Fire greets your vision, and slow Allegiset emerges from it.

"I don't know whether or not to be disappointed. You came very close to trouble earlier. Had I not intervened, you would have suffered greatly."

>Ask about the town
>Ask about his lair
>Ask about Lady Noct
>Other (write-in)

>>42797548
>Ask about his lair
"It's not like i could have known that he'd suddenly utter your name, but thanks anyways."

>>42797548
>Ask about the town
>Ask about his lair
>Ask about Lady Noct
See if I had a scion of my blood come near my old stomping grounds where people knew my name, I'd tell said scion about it so she could avoid asking around and overhearing said name, but that's just me.

>>42797548
>"I honestly had no idea the direction that was gonna take. Amazing the kind of things you can learn in the ass end of nowhere. Except this isn't the ass end of nowhere for you, is it? Perhaps it's a place I should have known about earlier?"

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You look him dead in the eye.

"Thank you for intervening, although perhaps I wouldn't have needed it if you had just told me about this place. It's not far from the capitol, it's not like it would have been an unlikely place to end up."

He moves around you rapidly, and you feel hot breath on the back of your neck.

"You were the one who diverted your path over a fish. I had no time to warn you, and no inclination to give you the temptation to search on your own. I don't need to tell you what knowing my name would do."

You nod slightly.

"So instead of trusting me not to risk my neck, you just sat back and assumed things would work out?"

You turn around and come face to face with his smirk.

"Indeed. I presumed that if you would need me, I would become aware of it, but you're too curious for your own good sometimes. I didn't want to create questions you would want answers to that would lead you to this place and to my name."

You sigh a bit.

"Alright... so who is Lady Noct?"

Allegiset falls silent for a moment.

"My revered mother, and mother to all monsters. Temptress of the light, mistress of the darkness, she who resides within and rules the moon and the night."

Once youre sure he's done being poetic, you try your next question.

"And what about your lair? This town was built on the place you ruled from, right?"

Allegiset nods sullenly.

"Savages... All my treasure, my castle, all lost now... Such a terrible waste..."

>Tell him about the tour
>Ask about something else
>Other (write-in)

>>42798265
>"Were there any hidden caverns? Secret places nearby I might be able to take advantage of? Any requests on what to do while I'm in the area anyways?"

>>42798316
This, and tell him of the tour

>>42798265
This; >>42798316

>>42798265
>>42798316
This and tell about the tour.

>>42798265
>>42798316
this and
>Tell him about the tour

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"Well, I'm here now."

Allegiset nods.

"Indeed you are..."

You smirk.

"So...? Any family treasures I can reclaim? Secret chambers, lost artifacts?"

Allegiset growls softly.

"Learn your place, child. Those things are not yours to know or to take."

You shrug a bit.

"Well that answers one question. If I stumble upon something, am I allowed to take it?"

He glares at you.

"Do not disturb my tomb. I will permit you one treasure, nothing more. And only if you manage to find it."

Treasure hunt? Now this sounds fun.

>What kinds of treasure are we talking?
>Any hints at all?
>Other (write-in)

>>42798902
>Any hints at all?

>>42798902
>"Well, I was offered a tour of the place yesterday. Who knows what could happen?"

>>42799145
>>42798902
Seconding with
Any hints at all?
first

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"Well, I'm going on a little tour tomorrow, so who knows. Maybe I'll figure it out. Do I get any hints at all?"

Allegiset just glares at you for a moment before turning away.

"Good night, daughter."

You awaken to the sound of Gil sneaking around the room gathering his clothes in just his shirt, using one hand to keep the front pulled down. He looks at you, pales a bit, and slowly walks back over to the bed with what he gathered, slipping back under the blankets. You sigh softly and look at Sena, who is either passed out or doing a very good impression.

>Wake Sena up, leave with her so Kat and Gil can get themselves together.
>Let Sena rest and chew Gil out a bit
>Other (write-in)

>>42799607
>>Let Sena rest and chew Gil out a bit

>>42799607
>Let Sena rest and chew Gil out a bit
Just a bit

>>42799607
> Chewing out is a go!!

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You turn towards the bed slightly, cradling Sena against yourself.

"You two have been fooling around a lot lately. I get it if you two need to vent your stress considering everything that's been going on, but can you at least try to be considerate?"

Gil shifts a little and moves closer, peeking out from under the blanket.

"Sorry... It's just... Yeah, we need to vent our stress... I mean, it's like I said. There's no real way we can go back to how things were... We're along for the ride now, like it or not. It doesn't make it any less scary though, or stressful..."

You nod slightly.

"Next time you're sleeping in the carriage though. And then cleaning up afterwards. I don't want to know about what you two get up to."

Gil nods, cheeks red, and smiles.

"Thanks, boss... For, you know, not ripping my head off over this... I'll try to be more carefu-"

Gil is suddenly yanked under the covers with a muffled yell, and Kat giggles softly. You roll your eyes a bit.

>Find the innkeeper and get the tour started
>Roam around town on your own first
>Other (write-in)

-

My apologies for the delay, I had to drive home. I may need to take a nap before too long since I had to get up super early.

>>42801891
>Find the innkeeper and get the tour started

>>42801891
>Spirit Sight See
Snooping with second sight is helpful.
>Find the Tavern Keeper

>>42801891
>Find the innkeeper and get the tour started

>>42801891
>Find the innkeeper and get the tour started

Alright, and are you planning to take the whole team, only a select group, or go it alone?

>>42802107
Depends on how awake they are. I'd like to take at least someone.

>>42802107
Gil.

Kat and Send need to heal and rest. Make them read books!

>>42802107
Sena and Gil, Kat needs to rest.
And it may stop them from sneaking off to make out or something in the caves

>>42802241
This. Kat is soon to be in the family way with how those two are carrying on.

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You gently adjust Sena.

“Sorry, Kat, but Gil's with me today. I'm going on a tour of the town, including some old ruins belonging to my ancestor, and I'll need his keen eyes for it. You need to stay here and rest.”

You can hear Kat's muffled swearing from under the blanket and Gil slowly emerges with his pants on.

“I know, but she's right... You need to recover.”

Kat pokes her head out from under the blanket and grumbles.

“Stupid necromancers and their stupid minions and their stupid grip strength...”

You shrug slightly.

“Read over the books I found with Sena. You'll both probably find them useful.”

Sena stirs a bit and yawns, opening her eyes and smiling.

“Morning... What's going on...?”

She looks at Gil, then at Kat.

“Did Gil get kicked out of bed...?”

Kat smirks slightly.

“Nah, Kotijah's stealing him away from me. She's a homewrecker.”

Sena nods slightly and stretches, yawning again and standing up.

“That's no good... Kotijah, don't do that...”

You rise to your feet as well and laugh a little, getting the books from your pack and passing them to Sena.

“You're on research duty today.”

Sena nods and salutes, sitting on the bed and curling up on it with the books. Kat tussles her hair a bit.

“I guess we'll see you guys later then?”

Gil grabs his bow and nods.

“I guess so. We'll be back before too long though.”

You shrug a bit.

“Ancient tomb to a long-dead dragon that might be filled with dangerous traps and horror beyond measure? Yeah, that's an afternoon.”

You head for the door, grabbing your sword and pack and strapping on both as you head downstairs. Pirin is sitting there on a stool waiting for you, carrying a large pack of his own and sulking.

“How did you manage to get me roped into this...? It's the festival, I should be out dancing with a nice girl, not babysitting the wanderers...”

>Tough luck
>I'll make it up to you
>Don't worry, we'll find you a girl
>Other (write-in)

>>42802960
>What kind of girl are you looking for Pirin? A nice girl or...?

>>42802960
Err, i think the vote that won was to bring Sena and Gil, not keep her with books

>>42802960
>Tough luck

>>42802960
>Tough luck

>>42803053
Please don't try to husbando him right away now...

>>42803162
Further proof that I should be napping...

>>42803299
If you need to nap, nap. You've been at it with these quests often enough for us to never be able to complain about short sessions.

>>42803336
Then I'm gonna take a 1-2 hour break and rest for a bit, and then come back. You guys can decide if you want me to retcon it so Sena gets dragged along, although she is sleepy, so there's that. I'll be back with more quest later on. Go watch a movie or something, or debate the pros and cons of trying to husbando Pirin.

>>42803364
I just meant we should find the right gal for Pirin.
Not husbando.

>>42803364
Alright, i'll probably sleep myself.

>>42803406
Then i'll leave it in you trusted hands to move the plot forward while i'm gone.

And we're back.

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“Suck it up. No girl is going to want to dance with you if this is enough to throw you off your game. You'll have plenty of time for dancing later. If you mope then I'll drag my heels.”

Pirin scowls a bit and heads for the door.

“Stupid lousy... Rrr...”

He steps outside and makes a grand, sweeping gesture, putting on an obviously fake smile.

“Come along, friends! Let's begin our expedition! Where would you like to see first, or shall I rattle off the list of wonderful sights to see? Here's a hint, the list doesn't exist, so I'm already done.”

You roll your eyes a bit.

“Take me to the ruins of the ancient dragon's lair.”

Pirin goes pale as a ghost and stares at you blankly.

“You have got to be kidding me.”

He turns and starts walking off, running a hand through his hair.

“I'm going to die today, I just know it... I'm stuck babysitting a moron and she's going to get me killed...”

>Follow along and let him have his panic attack in peace
>Ask him what the big deal is
>Other (write-in)

>>42805598
>Ask him what the big deal is

>>42805598
> Let him have his panic attack

> Start asking Gil quietly, but not so quietly as he can't hear, n00b adventurer questions
> Like 'you swing the sword this way, right?'
> And 'Wait wait, dragons can breathe FIRE?'
> 'How am I supposed to check for traps again?'
> Have Gil play along if you want.

> But seriously, what's the big deal?

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“We're not going to get you killed. But you should probably tell us what the big deal is if we're heading somewhere dangerous.”

Pirin glances over his shoulder at you.

“It's haunted, alright? And don't... Don't pretend like I'm joking around. Weird things happen there... Apparitions, phantoms, a giant ghost dragon...”

Gil chuckles softly.

“I used to be afraid of ghosts too, but they aren't real. When someone dies their soul goes back to the Essence.”

Pirin huffs and turns away.

“Fine, don't believe me. But when things start happening, don't expect me to stick around. I don't wanna die in some pit somewhere.”

He leads you towards the edge of town and off into the woods. Several people stop and say hello to you and Gil, but they seem to ignore Pirin, and with each person that passes by he grows more and more morose and dejected. Gil gives you a nudge and gestures to him, but you're not sure where to start with cheering the guy up when his whole town doesn't seem to care he exists and he thinks he's marching to his death.

>Try to lift his spirits
>Leave things be, fix it later
>Other (write-in)

>>42806620
>>Try to lift his spirits

>>42806620
>Try to lift his spirits

Alright, how? Try to cheer him up with a song? Convince him things will be alright?

>>42806838
WE smacked the crap out of a zombie and other greeeblis, it'll be fine!

Schmooze roll

Rolled 10 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>42807004
persuade

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>42807004

Rolled 1 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>42807004
+ Persuade

We also, you know, sort of killed a necromancer. Twice.

>>42807607
Anyone else wanna roll to confirm? I don't wanna roll another 1.

>>42807712
There are no confirmation rolls. Neither of the other rolls were a 1, so you didn't crit fail.

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“Hey, don't worry so much. I'm an expert in dealing with the undead. I beat two necromancers with my sword and some firebreathing. A few ghosts won't get the better of us. And hey, I can teach you how to get people to like you or something too. You'll be a popular guy by the end of the day, just you wait.”

Pirin groans softly and gives you a glare.

“I can fix my own problems myself! And a little fire and a chunk of metal won't do anything against a ghost, alright?”

You roll your eyes.

“Your first lesson is to stop being such a crabby jerk.”

Pirin flinches, fists clenched tight, and he faces forward with a growl. Gil sighs quietly and makes a half-hearted victory gesture.

“Look, Pirin, right? She's not wrong. She can handle whatever comes our way. As for the rest... You do need to chill out a bit.”

Pirin's fists shake a bit.

“Just leave me alone...”

Gil shrugs and turns to you.

“Well that could have gone better... I guess we should let him cool off a bit for now...”

>Give it another go
>Follow him to the ruins
>Ask about something
>Other (write-in)

>>42807905
>Follow him to the ruins

>>42807905
> Just follow

>>42807760
Oh, I thought we stilled rolled again to confirm if it was fail or not, my apologies.

>>42807905
>Follow him to the ruins

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You decide to quite while you're behind and just let him guide you to the ruins. He brings you deep into the woods before stopping on top of a small hill.

“We're... We're here...”

As you catch up with him you can see a large clearing ahead of you, maybe a hundred feet across. There's a large mound in the center, with a stone archway set into it that leads down into the earth big enough for Allegiset to traverse through. It's dark, even with the sun shining almost directly down the passage, and the air seems still, as though holding its breath. Pirin is shaking.

“So! The tomb! Seen it! Next!”

He spins on his heels and starts to walk away, and you gently grab his shoulder to stop him, looking him in the eye for a moment. He looks petrified, and he glares at you, ready to snap at you at any moment.

>Run home. You've done what we needed.
>We need a guide, you're staying with us.
>Run or stay, it's your choice, but which is the one you wish you could make?
>Other (write-in)

>>42808302
>Run or stay, it's your choice, but which is the one you wish you could make?

>>42808302
>Run or stay, it's your choice, but which is the one you wish you could make?

Schmooze roll

Rolled 14 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>42808779
persuade?

>>42809060
Yep, unless you'd like to try a different approach

Rolled 14 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>42808779
Schmooze + persuade

Rolled 3 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>42808779

>>42808779
Why are we persuading him when we just said it's his choice?

>>42811984
We are manipulating hum. Plus ge needs ro grow balls.

>>42808302
>Girls don't like cowards Pirin!

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“Go home if you want to, you've done your job. Or you can stay here if you want. Heck, follow us if you're feeling brave. But don't do what you think you want. Do what you wish you had the nerve for.”

You release him and head for the archway, and Gil follows at your side with his bow at the ready. You don't look over your shoulder at Pirin, but you can hear his footsteps walking away, and then back towards you.

“Hey!”

You stop and glance at him, and he glares as he runs over to you, before his expression softens a bit.

“I... I'm tired of... of all of this. I'm tired of being ignored by people, of not standing up for myself. So you're going to show me what makes you so special... got it?”

He points a finger at you accusingly.

“And don't let me die or I'll haunt you until the end of time, I swear.”

You laugh a bit and turn back towards the archway.

“Let's get moving then.”

-

Sleuth roll

Rolled 20 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>42814598
Sleuth+Perception?

>>42814703
The Dragon's Tomb welcomes its daughter.

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>42814598

Rolled 20 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>42814598

>>42814703
>>42814795
Confirmed...fuck yeah

...What a way to start the day.

>>42814703
>>42814795
>>42814839
What is this fucking voodoo magic?

>Allegesit: "Dammit, I told you only to take one treasure, not to go looking for more."
>Kotijah: "It's not my fault you made the tribute storage so damn obvious!"

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As you approach the archway you feel your sight activate all on its own, and your head hurts a little bit for a few moments as you gaze at it. The darkness isn't an illusion, or anything else of the sort. It's so dark because this arch isn't just an arch. It's a portal. The deep darkness ahead of you leads to somewhere else, some other point in space, which you quickly identify as a mere inch ahead of it. The portal to the capitol was bright and shining, but this one is dark, foreboding and ominous.

As your eyes adjust a bit and the headache begins to fade, you can almost see the darkness parting before your eyes. The portal is dormant, and walking through will take you down to the tomb as it currently is, but if you can manage to activate it it might take you to some other point in time, or at the very least set the end to where it's supposed to be. Your sight reverts to normal and you feel the sharp pain of a headache once again for a few seconds. Well, you did ask Allegiset for a clue...

>Write-in

>>42814919
Examine the archway, tell Pirin to hold up. Maybe there's some obvious way to activate it? A bit of dragon blood on the archway?

>>42814919
>>42814953
This, and try to look around for a bit.

>>42814919
Try firesinging? I doubt we'll turn on the portal without spending some SP.

Smarts roll plus Self-Control

Rolled 10 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>42815481

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>42815481
Ok

Rolled 14 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>42815481

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Closer examination of the arch itself reveals a number of runes that you don't recognize, at least not consciously. You feel an odd familiarity as you look at them, and you can feel your body twitch slightly as you brush a hand along one of them. Something deep inside you stirs, and you can feel it trying to overwhelm your senses and manipulate you. Something about the symbols themselves is influencing you, but you manage to fight it down. Whatever these symbols are, they seem like they're meant to keep either humans or dragons out, but you're not sure which or how they work. You could always have Gil or Pirin try to touch one to see which it is, or you could just hope for the best.

As you continue your examination your fingers brush against a discolored section of stone that shifts slightly. You poke at it a little and the stone gives way, the button clicking as it's pressed. The ground before the arch rumbles a little, and soil is blasted into the air as a stone pillar suddenly emerges. There's a stone bowl on top of it with three indentations along the interior, and more of the strange symbols around the edge of the bowl. They glow softly, a soft pulsing that seems to match the beating of your heart. You feel the twitch again, and you know how to get the portal to open.

Do what no man or dragon unworthy of Allegiset would ever think to do.

Fill the bowl with the blood of a mortal man.

>Pirin, you've lived a boring life, right?
>Gil, buddy, pal, can you spare a pint?
>There's bound to be a loophole here somewhere
>Nope, not doing it
>Other (write-in)

>>42815683
>"Hey, Gil, don't you have things to go and do with Kat? I think I've got a pretty good handle on this. I'll be continuing the tour with Pirin once I'm done here." Totally gonna use Pirin as a sacrifice.

I might be influenced a bit by rereading 8-bit theater.

>>42815746
We are not black mage, anon.

>>42815683
>There's bound to be a loophole here somewhere...

>>42815683
> Other
"Gentlemen, we are at an impasse. It looks like we need blood in order to proceed. Human blood. I will see if I can find a loophole, but otherwise, I will need to ask for a volunteer."

>>42815683
"Hey have any of you two tried donating blood before? Because i might need some."
Doesn't say they have to die for it and a bowl is probably not enough to kill them from bloodloss.

>>42815683
>"So, good news and bad news and possibly more good news. Good news is I've figured out how to get to the tomb. Bad news is, I've got to fill this thing with human blood to activate the portal. Possibly more good news, if we split it between the two of you you'll both probably survive. Or we can nab someone from the village. My blood isn't entirely human, so I don't think it'll work and I'd rather not risk it."

>>42815683
>There's bound to be a loophole here somewhere

>>42815683
>There's bound to be a loophole here somewhere

>>42815683

>>42815826
>>42815778
>>42815777
Seconding

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You sigh a bit and turn to Gil and Pirin.

"I need to fill this with human blood if we're going to get into the tomb. And since I'm not entirely human I need a volunteer."

Gil examines the bowl for a moment.

"Well, that's about as much blood as you can get from one person without killing them, but I don't think the amount is the problem. Whoever gives it up won't be able to go with you into the tomb."

He looks at Pirin, who scowls.

"I... I'm trying to be brave here, I'm not giving up my blood and sitting this one out!"

Gil sighs softly and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"If we share the burden we'll both be out of commission. We'll be too busy to carry on. So what's the call, boss? Shall I do the honors and struggle home while you take Pirin into certain danger, or do we find someone else to lighten the load?"

>Go for it, Gil
>Pirin can sit this out
>We'll find another person
>Other (write-in)

>>42816378
Well, fuck... Either we leave the one who we just managed to get brave, or we loose our fighter or we have to somehow convince someone to give us blood...
I bet we're going to need Gil and getting someone elses blood might attract too much attention...

>Pirin can sit this out
>But tell him we'll help him with something/owe him a favor later.

Maybe also empathise that a favor from a soon to be dragon is a pretty good thing to have.

>>42816378
Get Kat and Sena Gil goes for it then get healed by Kat

>>42816378
> Other
"For now, let's see if we might be able to find another way around this. If not, we will have tho find another volunteer. We may have to wait on the recovery of the others in our volunteer pool."

>>42816378
>>42816689
Seconding, but let Pirin go for it to see if he has what it takes to continue.

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"Let's double back and grab Sena and Kat. We won't be bringing them with us, probably, but Kat can make healing potions and Sena can provide some healing as well."

Pirin sits down and pauses for a moment before pulling out a small knife.

"Fill, right? That's pretty subjective... I mean, to the brim or what? To the notches inside?"

Gil turns and walks off.

"I'll go get Sena and a potion or two. Be back in a bit. See if you can work it out."

Pirin approaches the bowl and pokes it with his knife.

"I think my dad told me about something like this in one of his dumb stories once..."

>Push for details, ask questions
>Let him proceed on his own, maybe this is going somewhere
>Other (write-in)

>>42817656
>"Stories are real shit, man. Just don't mention the name of that dragon. Seriously, don't."

>>42817656
>Let him proceed on his own, maybe this is going somewhere

>>42817656
>>Let him proceed on his own, maybe this is going somewhere

Just please skip any dragon names.

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You decide to let him ramble and cut him off if he says any dragon names.

"The old dragons, the evil ones... they used human slaves as currency. The blood of a human slave was seen as valuable. Like... tribute. Risking the life of your possession was the goal, proof of the value of what you wanted. No risk, no reward..."

He looks at you for a moment.

"If he heals after, there's no risk. No value. No reward. The portal will stay open only as long as he stays wounded."

>Looks like it's you then
>He'll be in good company at least
>Other (write-in)

>>42819241
>>He'll be in good company at least

>>42819241
>"Say what you will about the old dragons, but damn they knew how to put meaning into simple things like opening a door."

>>42819241
When we become dragon queen we're gonna avoid dumb clauses like this.

>>42819241
>He'll be in good company at least
You know your stuff about dragons.

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You nod a bit.

"Well, at least he'll be in good company. Say what you like about dragons, they sure know how to make an entrance."

Pirin smirks a bit.

"Something like that..."

You pause and look at him.

"You seem to know a lot about dragons. Your dad tells a lot of stories, huh?"

He turns away but you can see the edges of his smug smile.

"I'm an expert on the topic of dragons. Real dragons, not the ones those knights ride with clipped wings and dulled fangs."

>Prove it
>Impressive.
>Other (write-in)

>>42820157
> Impressive
> Other
"I will have you speak more of dragons, one of these days."

>>42820157
So old dragons are like wolves and the dragons of today are more like dogs?

>What's your favorite story?

>>42820157
>"I fancy myself something of an expert too, in my own way."

>>42820157
>Impressive.
>I'm more of a... Natural learner about those subjects.

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You nod slightly and give him a smirk.

"That's actually kind of impressive. I'm not much for book learning, I'm more of a... natural learner on the topic."

Pirin looks at you for a moment.

"Wait, those wings aren't for show...? So then you're... Wow, I didn't think there were any more ragzal. Was it your mother or your father that was the dragon?"

>What
>I totally know what that is. My mom was part dragon.
>Some expert you are, I'm clearly a dragon
>Other (write-in)

>>42820667
>Mother, and she was only part. I'm working on improving it, though. So, how does someone like you get to know so much about dragons?

>>42820667
>Ragzal?

>>42820667
>Im not some common... whatever it was you said!

>>42820667
>Neither my mother had the blood, but I got the wings on my own.

Smarts roll plus Focus

Rolled 20 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>42821633

Rolled 11 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>42821633

Rolled 15 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>42821633

Rolled 15 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>42821633

>>42821648
so close yet so far.

>>42821793
wat

>>42822185
to critting.

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"I'm not a.. whatever you said. My mother has draconic blood, I'm just trying to awaken mine. I earned these wings."

Pirin rolls his eyes.

"Uh-huh. Right. You're totally not a halfbreed. Look, it's fine if you are, I just didn't think there were any real red dragons left."

You sigh a bit.

"I'm telling you, I'm not. I'm trying to become a full dragon."

Pirin pauses for a moment and starts examining your wings, poking and groping at them.

"...no way. You're a raguzil..."

He immediately takes a step back, looking at you with a mix of fear and awe."

You grit your teeth.

"Stop using words I don't know and explain."

Pirin gulps.

"Avatars of oncoming darkness, the chosen of-"

The world blurs briefly, but some part of you manages to hear part of what he says, disjointed syllables that stir something within you. You feel your bones ache slightly for an instant, before the strange lightness seems to vanish, your body seeming to compensate properly now.

"-and rulers of the night. People with monster blood who try to awaken it and become heralds bound to the will of their sire. I... you're going to kill everyone..."

>I'm not like him
>...Say his name again. For science.
>Other (write-in)

>>42823855
>>I'm not like him
Where as he sought to destroy, I seek to rule

Add in a couple seconds later
And please don't say his name again

>>42823855
>I'm not like him

>>42823855
>Tell me about the others. The other raguzil before me if I am such a thing. Are there avatars of light?

Betcha there's a dude out there trying to become a phoenix. All because Kotijah wanted to go dragon.

>>42823855
>I'm not like him

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“Don't compare me to him. If I were him I'd have just cut off your head and held it over the bowl. I am nothing like him.”

Pirin takes another step back.

“Not yet, no... But monsters don't have souls... When yours is gone, what do you think is going to replace it? And then bit by bit, your mind will become a copy of his... There won't be a trace of you left, you'll just be a vessel for him to reincarnate into...”

He stumbles, landing with a thus on his backside and scrambling back a little further.

“I-If you take one more step down this path... it might be the last you make as... as you.”

>I don't believe you, you're being ridiculous
>I'll find another way then, so don't worry
>I'm committed to this, one way or the other
>Other (write-in)

>>42825318
> Look, you shit
> I'll find another way IF that happens.
> I'm committed now anyway.

Something something Allegeist worst waifu

>>42825318
I'll figure it out then, I have time. The bloodline is thoroughly Cursed, by his own hand, he ahs to undo it first, and nothing that can do it is here, just loot.

>>42825318
>Anything in your stories tell you how I can keep my mind intact? The guy is going to know all this when I pass out anyway.

Smarts roll and Self-Control

Rolled 18 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>42825620

Rolled 20 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>42825620

>>42825646
>>42825654

....This has been a weird day for Kotijah.

>>42825692
Pretty much, yeah. You have a 1/10 chance of critting on this roll right now

Rolled 9 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>42825620

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You advance on him slowly, kneeling down when he tenses and starts to move back.

“I won't end up like that. I'm committed to this, but I'm not going to be a puppet. I've done that before, and I'm never yielding to anyone ever again. The whole bloodline is cursed, and I need his help to break it before I proceed. We have a deal, that's all there is. There's plenty of time for me to make sure I get the better end of it.”

Pirin's eyes widen slightly.

“Cursed...? No, that... His 'curse' was giving red dragons a soul like human beings, making them kind instead of cruel, giving them a chance at peace even if it meant losing their power. To him it was the greatest blow to their pride he could deal, but it just ended up making them happier. Without him, without his name to return them to how they used to be, they were free.”

You take a moment to consider his words.

“So the curse he's helping me break is the curse of having a human soul, and then he gets a blank slate to work with... Wait, you said that his name returns dragons to how they once were? So then... His name breaks the curse. He can break it at any time... He just wants the sword that beat him and the rose first...”

You feel Allegiset's gaze upon you and pain wracks your body.

“Oh dear. Can't have that, can we. No no, you're going to forget all about this incident.”

You feel him reach into your mind and rip, yanking the memories from your head one at a time and discarding them. It feels like agony, and you can hear someone screaming in the distance before realizing that it's your own voice. When he finally releases you, you find yourself face down on the ground. In the back of your mind, in a tiny, secret space that managed to avoid his notice, you still remember. Pirin is beside you, shaking you gently.

“Please don't be dead, please don't be dead...”

>I'm fine, just a bad headache
>It wasn't as bad as it sounded but I need a minute
>Other (write-in)

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>>42826368
That is Oros the Avenger, motherfucker
You should remember his name

>>42826410
I got it off google and didn't bother to change the name from what the file came up as. Yell at the internet. Or at me for being lazy. I needed a dragon picture during a dry time when my folder wasn't big enough and Oros was a convenient pick.

>>42826368
>It wasn't as bad as it sounded but I need a minute

I assume he took the memories even with the 20?

>>42826442
You managed to retain the information even if you didn't retain the exact words. If you try to act on it then you'll give yourself away, but that little space in your head is beyond his gaze. I'm sure you guys can get creative with that.

>>42826442
Supposedly we still have them.

I'll second the action, as well.

>>42826484
>>42826499
ok so new plan, learn holy magic, find a way to astrally project, beat our ancestor's ass.

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You groan and sit up slowly.

“I'm fine, I'm fine... I just... I just need to recover a bit. I'll need a minute... What were we talking about again? The bowl, right? And how to fill it... Sorry, bit of a headache...”

Pirin nods, his expression going from relief, to confusion, and then to comprehension.

“Right... Yeah... The bowl... We were talking about when Gil gets back, we were going to fill it and head into the tomb.”

You nod and smirk a bit.

“Heh... Thanks for reminding me. I don't know what came over me...”

You can see Gil approaching from the woods with Sena, and he's waving an shouting something you can't make out, but he looks like he's smiling. There's someone else there behind him, but you don't recognize her right away. Her robes are different, for one, and she has an air of calm confidence that she was lacking a few weeks ago. Fiona smiles cheerfully and gives you a small wave, blushing and giggling a bit.

“Hello again, my lady... It's an honor to be in your presence once again. I knew the threads of fate would lead to us meeting once again.”

>What are you doing here?
>Think you can help us out?
>How goes our little plan?
>Other (write-in)

>>42826772
>>What are you doing here?
>Think you can help us out?

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You brush yourself off and make your way over to the group with a smile.

“Good to see you too, Fiona, though I have to wonder what you're doing here...”

Fiona nods a bit.

“I was never very driven or focused in my home town... I was the one cleaning up the wine spills during the nightly revels rather than participating, and I'm ashamed to admit that my connection to the moon was weak at best. After meeting you I dove into it, pursuing with dedication every opportunity to indulge by night and practice virtue by day. They sent me to the Cathedral of the Grand Eclipse just the other day, and I'm in Nyl as one of the emissaries of the church helping with the Festival of Stars.

I saw Gil and Sena and knew you couldn't be too far away, so I decided to follow them. I just knew that I had to see you again, and to let you know that the message it being heard loud and clear. Not all will open their ears, but enough will listen for it to make a difference. Already the signs are being noticed. Monsters at the southern border, necromancers within the kingdom itself, and talk of someone seeking the White Blade of Schimdi, the only means of preserving mankind through the dark trials ahead.”

She smiles cheerfully at you.

“I'm just pleased as punch that I'm able to do such a good job! I hope that my work is satisfactory to you.”

Gil and Sena both look at her, then at you, and both give you a disapproving look, shaking their heads.

>It's perfectly fine, guys, I'm just starting a cult
>I have no idea what she's talking about
>Let's change the subject
>Other (write-in)

>>42827274
>Let's change the subject

>>42827274
>"You remember how I said I was gonna be a dragon? It has to do with that. I mean, what kinda dragon-empress would I be if I didn't have devout worshipers ensuring people were in proper awe of me?"

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You shrug a little.

“I mean, I'm gonna be a powerful dragon and apparently there are now two people who think I'm going to bring about the end of the world, so... Gotta have worshippers, right? But let's... Let's change the subject... Fiona, we're about to bleed Gil like a stuck pig into a magic bowl so I can warp through time and visit an ancient tomb when it still had things worth stealing in it. Can you keep him from dying?”

Fiona smiles blankly at you for a moment as she processes that, and then perks up.

“Y-You're trusting me? With the life of one of your companions, while you do important tasks? Oh, thank you!”

She hugs you tightly, burying her face against your shoulder and squeezing tightly. If you hadn't just gotten your muscles and bones enhanced in the last few weeks, you're pretty sure you'd be having trouble breathing. You gently pry her off of you.

“His life needs to be safe, I don't want him dying, but there needs to be some risk while he's bleeding or else the ritual won't work, so don't heal him until the end, and don't heal him fully until we're out again.”

Fiona nods and smiles at Gil.

“I promise you that you're in good hands. Confidence is key when working with divine magic, and my confidence is boundless when I work in the service of my lady.”

Gil swallows nervously.

“Um... Can I... pick someone else to watch over my life? Not that I'm opposed to religious zealots who think you're going to destroy the world and sit on the ashes like a throne making sure I don't die, but... No, wait, yeah, that's exactly what I'm opposed to, on the grounds that I don't trust anyone who believes that with anything, ever.”

>Too late, you said you'd do it, and you'll be a man of your word
>Fine then, grab Pirin
>Fiona, how do you feel about risking your life for a good cause?
>Other (write-in)

>>42827701
Sena is here too Gil, besides Pirin knows a lot about these old ruins. If it helps you have some on Kat's healing potions on hand right?

>>42827701
"Honestly Gil, magic is more about faith than what that faith is in. If this lady has that much faith you won't die, you're probably not going to die, so don't worry."

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You point at Sena.

“You brought Sena, right? And Kat's potions? So you know that you're going to be fine later anyway. Besides, I trust Fiona. Divine magic is all about faith, and her faith in me is unwavering. If she says she can keep you from dying, I believe her.”

You turn to Sena and smile.

“No offense meant by the pointing.”

Sena nods.

“None taken. For now.”

She smirks a bit and pokes Gil's shoulder, and Gil hesitates before pulling out a small vial.

“Kat only had this much. It'll heal me over time but there's no guarantee that it can save a life. And she had to sacrifice the last of her stock to make it for me.”

He pauses for a moment and looks at Fiona.

“You can keep me from dying from blood loss... How are you with broken bones?”

Fiona smiles sweetly.

“Well I've never tried before, but with my newfound faith, anything is possible. And it surely couldn't hurt matters. If it heals incorrectly we could just rebreak it and start again. Painful, true, but in the end there wouldn't be any real harm in trying, and I can ease the pain.”

Gil nods slowly.

“Prove to me that you can do this and... and I've got a job in mind for you.”

Fiona nods and smiles brightly.

“Oh, everything is so wonderful today! Now then, shall we get started?”

She rolls up her sleeves and Gil approaches the bowl, taking out a knife.

“I have never been more afraid of anything in my entire life and I want you to know that.”

>Carry on
>One last thing
>Other (write-in)

>>42828088
>Carry on

>>42828088
>>Carry on

I'm about to head off to sleep, but before I go...

Sleuth roll

Rolled 19 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>42828311

>>42828311
Sleuth

Rolled 9 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>42828311
Sleuthening

Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>42828311
Attempt two, silly phone

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>42828311
>>42828533
Aaaaand then I roll a d6.....