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What had the spirit meant when it called you a liar? Were you not actually sharing your thoughts with some aborted god-like entity, or is whatever it is that lives in your skull not actually a failed attempt to elevate a mortal to godhood? Could the Varistha have lied to you?

The sharp pain splitting your skull momentarily puts an end to your worrying. Were it not for the wave of nausea that followed, you'd almost be grateful for the chance to pull your thoughts together. You shouldn't panic, panicking never accomplishes anything. You should focus on keeping it together at least until the end of the feast, then maybe afterwards you can try and figure out what on Earth is wrong with your soul, or mind, or wherever this entity was supposed to be living inside of you.

You pull the library door open and try to walk with some semblance of normalcy into the hall beyond, but stumble rather ungracefully on your own two feet and nearly smash head first into the opposite wall. Pins and needles prick their way up your arms and legs, as if you'd been sleeping contorted in some strange position. Just how long have you been out? Is the feast even still going? You can't hear any of the usual sounds of revelry echoing through the palace, no music nor conversation nor shouts of joy.

You're about to start stumbling towards the courtyard when, out of the corner of your eye, you spot the hem of a white dress slipping around a corner. It was probably just a slave, but images of that desiccated corpse garbed in white and gold spring to mind unbidden.

>You should investigate the slip of cloth. You never actually got to make a request.
>No, you're quite done with all this spiritual nonsense. Get back to the party, eat, and try to be merry.
>Write-in

>>43912710
>>No, you're quite done with all this spiritual nonsense. Get back to the party, eat, and try to be merry.

>>43912710
>You should investigate the slip of cloth. You never actually got to make a request.

>>43912710
>>You should investigate the slip of cloth. You never actually got to make a request.
but also contact our companions to fill them in on what's happening and figure out if something is going on

>>43912710
>>You should investigate the slip of cloth. You never actually got to make a request.
Its going to kill the boy, we must save the boy

>>43912769
Nah, fuck him, he ain't worth it.

>>43912710
>You should investigate the slip of cloth. You never actually got to make a request.
well then. more adventure.

>>43912710
>>You should investigate the slip of cloth. You never actually got to make a request.

>>43912710
>>No, you're quite done with all this spiritual nonsense. Get back to the party, eat, and try to be merry.

>>43912710
>>>You should investigate the slip of cloth. You never actually got to make a request.

>>43912707
Kek I was on your tumblr making the prefect thread asking question.
Lo and behold after sending it you already posted a thread.

>>43912756
>>43912827
>Fuck this shit, man. You're hungry.

>>43912763
>>43912765
>>43912769
>>43912823
>>43912825
>>43912841
>No such thing as too much spoop.

>>43912900
Never fear Anon, I'll use it next time.

>>43912710
>You should investigate the slip of cloth. You never actually got to make a request.
At least let us get some hot slave pune.

>>43912769
Fuck the kid, I'll vote to tell our companions and than vote to kill the little shit.
One of us two have to die, so one day that lil nigga might come kill us if he finds out about this.

>>43912977
>>43912926
Would you make/name the vote to kill him along the lines of a really late abortion?

>>43912977
fuck that. I'd rather kill Surya. uh, re-kill? who cares, if we can't kill him, we can kill all his babbies instead.

>>43913078
Mortals can't kill anything like spirits or void creatures. They just reform in reduced form unless killed by another spirit.

>>43913078
At least keep up on the lore anon.
Also that might include killing chrysa.

Panya a shit.

>>43913078
Is that before or after we kill ourselves in his honour after he turns his gaze towards us, or is it after said gaze/presence kills us?

>>43913140
She is a slut the boy was sucking on that teet when we revived him.

>>43913078
>wanting to kill best god
The fuck is wrong with, heretic?

>>43913140
>>43912926
Speaking of God worship wouldn't Darzi be a big believer in surya since she was part of the guard/military?

>>43913222
Var Var was military and he didn't seem that big on surya

>>43913263
Var Var knew for a long time the true nature of the gods though.

>>43913285
Why haven't we told our companions all about shit like this?

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What if it's the messenger going to kill Vicitra? You might be considering killing him yourself, but you certainly don't want the messenger to do it. You might not be redeemed in the eyes of Surya if he dies by any hand but your own. Leaning heavily against the wall you rush after the slip of cloth, rounding a corner just as it slips beyond the next. You really hope it's not going to constantly maintain a distance just one turn ahead of you, being led into a trap really isn't what you planned for this evening.

As you round the next corner you spot the figure vanishing through a hidden doorway set in a recessed alcove on one side of the hall. They've slid the door closed by the time you manage to reach the doorway, but you're familiar with this sort of hidden doorway. There should be a latch somewhere around here, and looking underneath a squat bench you find it. Pressing down on a protruding block of stone elicits a soft click, the section of wall concealing the servant's passages sliding away and permitting you entry.

It strikes you just how ancient this palace must be when you find that rather than being dimly lit with lanterns, the servant's passages are lined with thin strips of enchanted metal along either side of the floor which cast a dim, blue glow on the stone walls. Slipping inside, the door is quick to shut behind you. However, a moment's investigation reveals a switch you could probably flip to open the doorway again if you needed to.

There's no sign of the figure in white, but you proceed further down the hall anyway. There aren't exactly many places it could have gone. What if you're just chasing some confused slave around the palace? That would be pretty hard to explain, it's not like you could tell them you thought they were a ghostly messenger sent by Surya himself to inform you that you've offended the gods.
(1/2)

>>43913263
I believe that was because he was the head priest for pani and because it was from his youth( He did say he didn't go that far up in the chain of command).

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You reach a four way intersection and cautiously peer around each corner, wary of stepping into an ambush. To the right seems to be some sort of dormitory, judging by the rows of bunks you can faintly make out in the azure gloom of the servant's passages. To the left, deeper into the palace, you can hear voices and see the flickering light of a flame dancing across the wall, but the hallway takes a sharp right turn. You can't actually see who's speaking. Straight ahead the hallway continues on to a dead end, likely an exit.

>Right, into the dormitories.
>Left, towards the light and voices.
>Straight ahead, you don't like the look of this place.
>Write-in

>>43913325
>Left, towards the light and voices.

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>>43913111
yeah, but you're forgetting that this mortal has access to reality's source code. Mik has the tilde key on his keyboard. he can hack the Matrix. he has achieved... CHIM.

>>43913325
>>Left, towards the light and voices.

>>43913325
>Left, towards the light and voices.

>>43913302
Never crossed miks mind.
Honestly even with what mik knows he seems to believe in them still and so did varvar.

>>43913325
>>Left, towards the light and voices.
The bait is too tasty

>>43913371
Well, we haven't actually "effected our will on reality" yet. We just know that the tilde key is there. We don't even know how the console commands work.

>>43913325
>>>Left, towards the light and voices.

Oh, and you'll also inform your companions of what's going on next post, since I forgot to do that this post.

>>43913371
>enchanting

>>43913385
>believe
Stop using that word like you need to believe in something that can be observed

>>43913416
Enchanting killed this quest.

>>43913385
>>43913302
Wouldn't what mik know reinforce what he believes, but also make him think that we changed (as a race) what they mean thanks to time and shit.

>>43913446
enchanting never amounted to anything, it could have, but we've never reached a consensus on what we want to do with it, let alone started doing it

>>43913399
>>43913388
>>43913375
>>43913373
>>43913358
>Go towards the light...

Writin'

>>43913445
Point taken our entire race is an example and so is the location of another God.

>Surya gave the mortals magic
>Pani backstabbed and imprisioned him because of that
Reminder that Pani a shit.

>>43913325
>>Straight ahead, you don't like the look of this place.

Roll me a stealth check. 3d10+11 (+2 from Light Step, +9 from Void Cloak (Would be +12, but there's still dim lighting. It's not properly dark)) vs DC 26 (Base 20, +4 from Paranoid, +2 from Lightsource)

Rolled 3, 8, 10 + 11 = 32 (3d10 + 11)

>>43913591
SURYA AKBAR

Rolled 6, 6, 1 + 11 = 24 (3d10 + 11)

>>43913591

>>43913562
>implying it isn't suryas blood we call vys
Nigga we be using his blood to wipe our ass with water.

Rolled 2, 8, 4 = 14 (3d10)

>>43913591

Rolled 8, 7, 2 + 11 = 28 (3d10 + 11)

>>43913591

>>43913603
>>43913606
>>43913639
Not terrible

>>43913639
OFF BY ONE!

>>43913603
>>43913606
>>43913639
>32, 24, 25 vs DC 26
>Failure!

Spend 1 vys for a Success?
Spend 3 vys for a Great Success?
You're at 45/59 vys wise.

>Spend 1
>Spend 3
>Don't spend

Rolled 5, 8, 4 = 17 (3d10)

>>43913591
5 rolls left to get a Nat.

>>43913661
>Spend 3

>>43913661
>>Spend 3

>>43913661
>>Don't spend

Rolled 1, 2, 6 + 11 = 20 (3d10 + 11)

>>43913591
OMG the thread is up...amazing.

>>43913661
Spend 3

Rolled 1, 6, 9 = 16 (3d10)

>>43913661
>Spend 3

Rolled 8, 4, 3 = 15 (3d10)

>>43913591
The more we roll the higher the chance for a Nat.

Rolled 7, 10, 8 = 25 (3d10)

>>43913591
Only 1 roll left to do.

>>43913661
>Spend 3

Rolled 2, 2, 6 = 10 (3d10)

Nat 3

>>43913679
>>43913686
>>43913725
>>43913725
>>43913845
>Spend 3

>>43913694
>Don't spend

Back to writin'

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Well, the dormitories seem abandoned and you can't really just ignore a clandestine meeting in the narrow caves which compromise the slave passages. With your cloak swirling around you like black smoke you slink down the hall, sticking to the wall as you approach the corner and the voices become more distinct. You can tell they're both obviously women, but their voices are too quiet for you to make out anything of actual substance regarding their conversation.

You reach the sharp turn and press your back firmly against the wall, leaning over so that your head just barely peeks out into the hallway beyond. You see a woman dressed in the rich clothes of a noble conversing with a human woman in the robes of a slave. The strip of cloth down the front of the noble's outfit bears a design matching that of a tapestry streaming from the palace's walls, meaning she's probably one of your family's vassals. You couldn't say which family she belongs to specifically. Her long hair is streaked with gray, so whoever she is she's probably quite old.

Quite attractive as well, despite her age. Unfortunately you've little time to admire the woman, as she twist a hooded lantern in her hands, shedding light on the hallway. You're quick to channel vys, fading yourself out of visibility, but still. She seems quite uneasy all of a sudden. Nothing is said for what must surely be several minutes before she leans forward once more, resuming her whispering.

You slip around the corner, still invisibly, and find the room they're loitering in to be some method of storage room. You position yourself comfortably behind some crates before cutting the flow of vys and allowing yourself once more to fade into visibility. From this position you're able to just barely make out what's being said, though you channel vys to enhance your natural hearing anyway.

(1/2)

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“-opportunity. I can't stress enough that if it's not tonight, it will be never.”
“But mistress-”
A sharp slap rings out in the stillness of the room, the echo cut off abruptly. Almost as if it was stopped unnaturally. You make a note to remember that.
“Don't 'but' me, you'll do as you agreed or you'll not leave this room. Understand?”
There's a long pause before the same voice speaks again, you can only assume it belongs to the Samjan noblewoman. “Good. Now here, take this. Don't drop it and don't dare open it before the time is right. During the ceremony, you understand?” Again the silence stretches on before the woman speaks again. “Go, before we're discovered.”

Footsteps, their echo muffled the same as the sound of the slap had been, ring out through the room as the slave marches past your hiding place, clutching something to her chest. The noble doesn't seem like she's making any move to follow.

>You should capture this woman and interrogate her to find out what's going on.
>Well this is clearly none of your business. Slip away, before you're found out.
>You need to chase down that slave, if you can stop her whatever their plan is should fail.
>Write-in

>>43914289
>>You need to chase down that slave, if you can stop her whatever their plan is should fail.

>>43914289
>You should capture this woman and interrogate her to find out what's going on.

>>43914289
>>You should capture this woman and interrogate her to find out what's going on.

>>43914289
>>You need to chase down that slave, if you can stop her whatever their plan is should fail.

>>43914289
>>You should capture this woman and interrogate her to find out what's going on.
>>You need to chase down that slave, if you can stop her whatever their plan is should fail.
Both, capture the noble ourselves and paralyze the slave, carefully though, whatever she's carrying could be dangerous

>>43914289
>You need to chase down that slave, if you can stop her whatever their plan is should fail.

>>43914289
Whoever we capture, we should interrogate them using our penis.

>>43914289
>You should capture this woman and interrogate her to find out what's going on.

>>43914289
>You need to chase down that slave, if you can stop her whatever their plan is should fail.

>>43914405
that's a human slave, degenerate scum.

>>43914289
>You need to chase down that slave, if you can stop her whatever their plan is should fail.

>>43914371
>>43914342
>>43914340
>>43914306
>>43914461
>>43914473
>Chase the slave

>>43914319
>>43914328
>>43914342
>>43914435
>Interrogate the noble...

>>43914405
>...With your penis.

Writin' for chasing down escaped salves.

>>43914467
Slapping her in the face with our 9 inches of erected Samjam cock isn't the same as sleeping with her, anon.

>>43914515
Oh my bad. you're right, that totally different. This is what happens when you jump to conclusions I guess.

Actually, I think I need a roll for this. Give me a... hmm. I'll treat it as a combat roll, although it's really just for pursuit. So 3d10+8 (+6 from Veteran of Marsala Ve, +4 from knowing the Paralysis spell, -2 from extenuating circumstances (trying not to damage or break whatever she's holding)) vs DC 23 (Base 15, +4 from Familiarity, +4 from Physical Fitness)
Not a hard check, but I suppose it's the principle of the matter.

>>43913195
Reach heaven by violence.

Rolled 6, 10, 5 + 8 = 29 (3d10 + 8)

>>43914970

Rolled 7, 4, 5 + 8 = 24 (3d10 + 8)

>>43914970

Rolled 2, 6, 4 + 8 = 20 (3d10 + 8)

>>43914970
Ez

Rolled 6, 4, 9 + 8 = 27 (3d10 + 8)

>>43914970

Rolled 7, 10, 6 + 8 = 31 (3d10 + 8)

>>43914970

Rolled 3, 8, 9 + 8 = 28 (3d10 + 8)

>>43914970

>>43912707
>http://pastebin.com/8wLGz3HQ
A Reminder that we still haven't been given +1 Vys for finishing the Metal Codex.

>>43914981
>>43914988
>>43914990
>29, 24, 20 vs DC 23
>Success!

Spend 3 for a Great Success?
>Spend
>Don't

>>43915008
>>Spend

>>43915008
>>Don't

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>>43914990
Kek

>>43915008
>Don't

>>43915008
>Spend

>>43914990
THE ONLY ROLL THAT DIDN'T PASS THE DC

>>43914970
Is she just in much better shape than us? Or does our fitness lumped in with Veteran of Marsala Ve?

>>43915008
>Spend

>>43915004
Shit, think you're right Anon. Good call.

>>43915053
Lumped in with Veteran of Marsala Ve. So you're more fit than she is.

>>43915053
She /fit/, brah. All the more reason to bully her with our benis.

>>43915057
>>43915046
>>43915020
>Spend

>>43915023
>>43915027
>Don't

Writin'

>>43915093
>human slave
Might as well just fuck a camel.

>>43915079
Gotcha, I was thinking it would be weird for her to be in better shape than us after all of our adventures.
>>43915093
like we need a reason

>>43915104
Show me a /fit/ camel and I'm game.

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>>43915128

Another reminder. If we want to interrogate the noble still but can't locate her, we can use the prism to suss her location out.

>>43915271
rob pls go and stay go

>>43915271
Suss at me brah.

>>43915102
Mike forgot to tell his friend what he saw like you said he would soma.

>>43915379
SUSS SUSS SUSS A FUSS

You fade from visibility and slide out from behind the crates you'd made your hiding place, carefully removing your glass crown and tucking it into your cloak as you do. The noblewoman looks straight through you as you enter the hallway, but shows no signs of recognition. Even as you stand almost directly in front of her. Gods above, it's good to be a Vatis. If you couldn't rely on your magic you might need actual talent to pull this sort of thing off.

As soon as you get a few feet away from the storage room the echoes of the slave's footsteps become audible. You're not sure why you couldn't hear them before. Perhaps the noble has some sort of artifact on her person to create a bubble around her in which sound is muted? You can certainly see the utility in such an object, and wouldn't be surprised if either the Rhynians or the Hiacians had created such a device. Yet, enchanted objects are quite expensive. Enchanted objects which actually perform some useful task even more so. Just who is this woman that she could afford that kind of expense, it would be well outside of the typical Istandar's budget and you know of only a scarce handful of Bays in your family's employ.

The sound of stone grinding quietly against stone drags your thoughts back to your present task, catching that slave before she's able to enact whatever plan it is that her mistress has for this feast. You proceed as quickly as you can down the halls without making too much noise, but once you reach the main passage and see that the slave girl is about to shut the exit, you break into a sprint. You're only seconds too late, the door closing just as you arrive.

Wasting precious seconds you scan the walls for a switch, finding it half hidden in a recessed portion of the wall. The hidden door pops out towards you with a soft click and you're out the door in seconds, not bothering to close it behind you.
(1/3)

The slave turns at the sound of your footsteps, clearly surprised, but before you're able to fire off a paralysis spell she's turned down a side hall and left you behind. Grunting in frustration you follow the slave, even as she leads you on a rather confusing journey though the winding halls of the palace, up and down stairs, and at one point through what appeared to be a bedroom.

When finally you get a clear shot on her you don't hesitate, a bolt of paralytic green energy leaping from your palm. The spell hits her square in the back but doesn't seem to take effect immediately, because she manages to shove her arm forward before her joints lock up.
>Vys Pool: (41/60)

She's going to fall forward, meaning she might smash whatever it is she's holding. You can't let that happen. Focusing your will, hands of stone spring from the floor and grab her by the shoulders. She's lowered gently to the floor, her charge left undamaged.
>Vys Pool: (40/60)

With the woman apparently dealt with, you allow yourself to relax. Leaning against the wall you take a moment to catch your breath, and try to determine just where in the palace you actually are. You think you've been through this area before, on your way to the baths near the back of the palace compound. You could probably make your way back to the courtyard from here, but you're not certain. Come to think of it, it's really odd that most of the guest are being kept in the courtyard. Normally the entire grounds would be made available for guest, but you've barely seen a soul since journeying deeper into the palace proper.

(2/3)

You dismiss your concerns, marching towards the paralyzed woman lying on the carpeted stone floor and crouching down to get a look at whatever it is she's holding in her outstretched hand. Prying it from her grasp reveals a small wooden box which seems utterly mundane. However, channeling vys reveals something odd. Even when the rest of the world appears cast in shades of green due to your skill with Nature magic, the box appears as a black spot. A void where no vys seems to be present.

(Select at least one from each grouping)
>Open the box.
>Toss it in the cloak, the noble told the slave it was dangerous to open.
>Write-in

>Kill the slave.
>Leave her here.
>Tie her up and lock her somewhere.
>Write-in

>You should seek out the noblewoman, track her down.
>You should find your brother, he might be in danger.
>You should get back to the feast, the crown smashing ceremony should be starting soon.
>Write-in

>>43915589
>Toss it in the cloak, the noble told the slave it was dangerous to open.
>Leave her here.
>You should get back to the feast, the crown smashing ceremony should be starting soon.

>>43915589
>Toss it in the cloak.
>Tie her up.
>Track the nobleman down.

>>43915589
>Toss it in the cloak, the noble told the slave it was dangerous to open.
>Tie her up and lock her somewhere.
>You should find your brother, he might be in danger.
Please don't open the Void bomb

>>43915589
>Toss it in the cloak, the noble told the slave it was dangerous to open.
>Leave her here.
>You should seek out the noblewoman, track her down.

>>43915589
>Open the box

>Tie her up and lock her somewhere.
>Cock slap her a few times to try and get her to talk.

>You should seek out the noblewoman, track her down.

>>43915589
>Toss it in the cloak, the noble told the slave it was dangerous to open.
>Tie her up and lock her somewhere.
>You should find your brother, he might be in danger.

>>43915589
>Toss it in the cloak, the noble told the slave it was dangerous to open.
>Tie her up and lock her somewhere.
>You should find your brother, he might be in danger.

>>43915589
>Toss it in the cloak.
>Tie her up and lock her somewhere.
>You should seek out the noblewoman, track her down.

>>43915589
>Open the box.
>Kill the slave.
>You should seek out the noblewoman, track her down.

>>43915589
>>Toss it in the cloak, the noble told the slave it was dangerous to open.

>>Tie her up and lock her somewhere.

>>You should seek out the noblewoman, track her down.
>>You should find your brother, he might be in danger.
Contact our companions, like you said we would earlier, and let them know that our brother might be in danger and what has happened since we separated

>>43915621
>>43915622
>>43915627
>>43915647
>>43915658
>>43915678
>>43915694
>>43915731
>Cloak it

>>43915650
>>43915715
>WHAT'S IN THE BOX?!

>>43915622
>>43915627
>>43915650
>>43915658
>>43915678
>>43915694
>>43915731
>Engage in some light bondage.

>>43915621
>>43915647
>Just leave your slaves lying around where someone could trip on them.

>>43915715
>Make a mess on the nice rug.

>>43915658
>>43915627
>>43915678
>>43915731
>Find big bro.

>>43915650
>>43915647
>>43915622
>>43915694
>>43915715
>>43915715
>Find the noble.

>>43915621
>You've still barely eaten.

Writin' for cloak the slave, tie up the noble, and find the box.
And as someone pointed out earlier, I forgot to include contacting your companions. I'll rectify that in this post.

>>43915752
Hope that actually means

Writin' for cloak the box, tie up the slave and find the noble.

Hope, hope, hope.

>>43915867
It doesn't.

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>>43915886
*oh good*

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>>43915963
>he saved a thumbnail

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>>43915963
What is this?
A .gif for ants?

>>43915963
WHAT IS THIS

AN IMAGE FOR FOR ANTS

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>>43915963
>Don't Panic gif.jpg

>>43916011
Hey Soma be real, or maybe not at all, honest here; Was that a bomb/something or was that a illegitimate baby in the box to be sprung on some child dodging noble. While its probably not I just cant help but think of what a twist it would be for us to have just thrown a baby in the void.

We can ask Ricky to open the box from inside the void if it's a bomb.

>>43916103
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
>who knows?

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>>43916103
It could be anything in the box

>>43916103
The box was pretty small, more like a jewelry box. There's no way a baby could fit inside.
Although bastard shenanigans could be fun...

>>43916103
It was candy, anon. Lots and lots of delicious candy. And we could have eaten it. Except it's in the cloak now, and now Rickert is going to eat it all. Because you didn't want to open it. I hope you regret what you did.

>>43916148
Well you are a glorious bastard with much of the shenanigans, so perhaps when the prey known as anon has forgotten this thread, in like 4 more threads, you can spring that.

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>>43916178
>It was candy, anon. Lots and lots of delicious candy. And we could have eaten it. Except it's in the cloak now, and now Rickert is going to eat it all. Because you didn't want to open it. I hope you regret what you did.

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>>43915963
that's some SLEEK gif you got there

You toss the box into your cloak, and at the same time extract a length of rope. It takes some struggling on your part, since the paralysis spell has made her limbs rather had to manipulate, but eventually you manage to get the woman's hands bound to her feet and her back arched in what is surely quite the painful position. Lastly you stuff a dirty rag in her mouth and pile her off into a side room which appears to contain a massive array of pipes, water tanks, and machinery used in the heating of the palace's water. You've never seen its like, not even in El-Amin when you were tasked with maintaining the royal baths.

Leaving her there to stew in the humidity of the heating room, you wander out into the hallway and consider whether to go out looking for the noblewoman or find your brother just in case there's some kind of assassination plot in the works. Then an idea occurs to you. If you simply contact your companions via the brooches, you can have them ensure your brother's safety while you hunt down the noble.

Probing the various and manifold connections afforded to by the brooches, you realize swiftly that Profectus is asleep. Mortia seems at least mildly drunk and Chrys is enraged by something or other. Unfortunately that's all you can glean from the tenuous connections. {Listen everyone, I've discovered that there is at least one noble plotting something at this feast. I've already captured the slave she was getting to do her dirty work, but I don't know if she has any other accomplices. I need you to make sure my brother doesn't get a knife slipped between his ribs while I try to track down the noble.}

Darzi is quick to respond, she seems almost excited by the concept of a little intrigue. {You've got it, Mik. Judging by the way your brother's been eyeing me I don't think it should be difficult to get close to him.}
(1/2)

Mortia coalesces her scattered thoughts into something resembling coherence with only minor difficulty, from what you can tell. {Sure thing, you got it Mikle. Nothin'll hurt him on our watch.}

Fulvia cuts in sharply, her mind as incomprehensible as usual. {Did you just call him Mikle?}

Your poisonous friend response is almost belligerent, although you think she's joking. {What're you gonna do about it, Iron Tits? I'll kick your ass, swear to all the gods above and below.}

Severing the connections between you and your companions, you can help but sigh. At least Darzi seems like she'll actually manage to accomplish something, but you worry she might be too busy making sure Mortia doesn't embarrass herself to really focus.

Regardless you start to wander the halls until you find the hidden doorway where you'd initially escaped the slave passages, still open as you'd left it. You duck inside, and traverse the halls back to the storage room where you'd last seen the noblewoman. Unfortunately, despite a thorough search of the room, you fail to find her anywhere. Seems she's moved on, probably returned to the party. You could try using that crystalline prism you'd found in the Varistha's chest to seek her out, but that might take more time than you can afford to waste.

>Search the party for her the old fashioned way.
>Use the prism, it will probably save you time in the long run.
>Write-in

>>43916947
Yo nigga that's our pussy you are eyeballing.

>>43916974
Mormor a best
>Search the party for her the old fashioned way.
DON'T BITE THE BAIT
Prism gets damaged if we use it too much.

>>43916988
Bro best back off

>>43916947
>Write-in

Cancel the search we have to kick our brother's ass for eyeing our girl.

>>43916974
>>Search the party for her the old fashioned way.

>>43916974
Oh gods, Mortia is descended from Slav stock isn't she.

>Search the party for her the old fashioned way.

>>43916974
>>Search the party for her the old fashioned way.
And by that I of course mean nature magic

>>43916974
>Use the prism, it will probably save you time in the long run.

>>43916974
>Search the party for her the old fashioned way.
Go go nature magic!

>>43917009
supporting

>>43917009
third

>>43916974
>>Search the party for her the old fashioned way.

>>43916974
>Search the party for her the old fashioned way.

>>43916974
>Search the party for her the old fashioned way

>>43917009
Fourthing

>>43916974
>>Search the party for her the old fashioned way.

>>43916974
>>Search the party for her the old fashioned way.

>>43917111
>>43917108
>>43917107
>>43917048
>>43917017
>>43917016
>>43917012
>>43917006
>>43917151
>>43917161
>Do this the old fashioned way.

>>43917009
>>43917055
>>43917085
>>43917140
>Someone's oogling your waifu? Hell naw.

>>43917029
>Use the Illuminatus.

>>43917009
fuck it, lets do it. 5thing

>>43917140
You can stop samefagging.

>>43917167
the first supporting was me, but that was because I was pretty sure it wasn't actually going to happen. But it had me worried there for a second

>>43917190
It was obviously being samefagged.

>>43917167
second was me

>>43917167

I only made the original post as a joke.

>>43917213
So were like half of our bad decisions though

>>43917213
Nah nigga I was the original idea ,and noticed it got some votes so I fourthed it.
No clue if the third person was a samefag.

>>43917167
>waaah i dob't like this vote its obviously samefagged

>>43917251
You should have quoted this guy instead anon.
>>43917251

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>>43917275

>>43917332
I need to go to sleep now.

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>>43917357
>he jelly of muh internet argument win count

>>43917392
Fuck off rob

>>43917392
Gargle semen pls.

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>>43917392

nice memes

>>43917470
Is it yuri?

>>43917504
All anime is yuri shit

>>43917516
>Boku no Pico

>>43917536
Even boys are girls

>>43917545
fuck off kike

>>43917552
Be careful anon a hyper sensitive janitor will ban you for using slurs.

ROOOOOOLL ME 3d10+2 (+2 from Nature Vatis) vs DC 17 (Base 15, +4 from crowded, -2 due to flamboyant dress)

Rolled 9, 6, 3 + 2 = 20 (3d10 + 2)

>>43917939
>implying we're not right next to her

Rolled 3, 3, 7 + 2 = 15 (3d10 + 2)

>>43917939

Rolled 4, 5, 2 + 2 = 13 (3d10 + 2)

>>43917939

Rolled 7, 9, 7 + 2 = 25 (3d10 + 2)

>>43917939
fug

Rolled 4, 6, 4 + 2 = 16 (3d10 + 2)

>>43917939
SPEND

Rolled 7, 3, 5 + 2 = 17 (3d10 + 2)

>>43917939
I roll

Rolled 5, 1, 1 = 7 (3d10)

>>43917939

CANT SEE SHIT CAPT'N

>>43917950
>>43917955
>>43917956
>20, 15, 13 vs DC 17
>Failure!

Spend 2 for a success or 6 for a Great Success. You're at 40/60 vys wise.

>Spend 2
>Spend 6
>Don't spend.

>>43917939
Always bet on Spend

>>43917981
>Spend 6

>>43917981
Spend 6

>>43917981
>Spend 6

>>43917981
>Spend 6

>>43917981
>Don't spend.

>>43917981
>>Spend 6

>Spend 6
Writin'

So I looked over the people that were supposed to be attending from what our brother told us and that slave but that gal doesn't really fit exactly any of the people that were mentioned. Or she doesn't seem to.
Any ideas?

>yfw we are shadowrunning over nothing

>>43918236
I mean, the box is clearly some void mimbo jambo

>>43918222
I mean other than being a samjan noble of course, there didn't seem to be any particularly great outliers.

>>43918236
Yeah, that could probably be it as well. She could have just planned a festive surprise that happens to need to be locked in a void veiled chest. I know there are crazier samjan that have tried crazier things to lighten up a party. Ahem.

>>43918270
Fire tricks are a barman's best friend.

>>43918270
Kill yourself rob

>>43918270
Does not explain the noblewoman's use of a very rare artifact to try to prevent eavesdropping. Bit too hush hush for just a party practical joke.

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Using the prism would probably eat up too much time. You'd need to meditate, and meditation always takes at least an hour. That in mind you reach into your cloak and extract the glass crown, sitting it carefully atop your head. The unwieldy monstrosity, modeled as it is on the Shah's crown, really makes you wonder how on Earth it is that Kadir manages to keep this thing on his head all day when he host court.

You leave the way you came, shutting the hidden doorway behind you and making sure it's sealed tight. You don't want anyone getting suspicious when they notice the slave passages hanging open, the last thing you want is to possibly alert anyone that anything is amiss, though you haven't exactly seen anyone wandering the halls other than that slave, maybe. You're not actually entirely certain that she was the one you were pursuing through the halls.

Finding the front courtyard is a monumental task indeed. You first end up in the rear courtyard where there's a small garden, a barracks, and a sparring ground for the palace guards. Several of whom are currently practicing. Getting all the way to the opposite end of the palace takes several minutes of walking, and several more minutes of being lost, but eventually you emerge into the foyer and find that many of the nobles seem to have moved inside, perhaps to escape the stink of burning corpses.

(1/3)

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The thronging crowds would prove a problem were it not for the crown on your head. They seem to part almost like water, none eager to be the one that trips the Matha and causes his crown to shatter. You can only imagine that such a social misstep would carry with it heavy consequences. Stepping outside you find that your brother still sits at his throne with his wife Hasna in hers, the latter currently glaring daggers at Darzi, who seems to be the primary recipient of your drunken brother's attention. The fact she's not actively rebuking your older brother is probably the source of Hasna's ire. You console yourself with the knowledge that she's only doing it to prevent your brother from wandering off, right?

The wooden pyres on which you burned the prisoners have been cleaned away, whatever was left of the corpses presumably dragged off with them. The stench of burning hair still hangs heavy in the air, though it's largely drowned out by the more pleasant scents of burning incense and cooking meat. You take a moment to stack a plate high with slices of juicy mutton, and liberate the handful of frosted cookies which remain unmolested on their plate. It seems as though much of the actual feasting has already concluded, so unfortunately what's left is fairly slim pickings.

You spot Mortia with a glass of wine in her hand and her crown slouched at a dangerous angle lost amidst a pile of cushions shoved into one corner of the courtyard, probably dragged outside from the foyer for some unfathomable reason. You wonder if she's drinking to dull the memory of burning a man alive. Your intuition says probably. Fulvia is lurking around your brother's throne, staying largely out of the way and out of sight. You've little idea where Chrys is, and Profectus is probably passed out somewhere.
(2/3)

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Regardless you feel confident that your brother is well protected, and since a glance through the crowd of sycophants surrounding his throne doesn't reveal the noblewoman you saw in the slave passages you wander back towards the foyer, stuffing your face the whole way. Pani's sweet tits, you were starving.

Stepping into the foyer you find yourself assaulted by sights and sounds, the faces of noble men and women blending together. Their colorful outfits and the elaborate jewelry are almost enough to give you a headache, if for no other reason than the sheer strain of trying to process it all. Instead, you channel nature magic. It has the delightful effect of stripping away all that excess detail, so that only a sea of vaguely humanoid clouds of vys remain.

You recall that the woman seemed to have some sort of artifact, and a useful one at that. Maybe not particularly powerful though. You can't imagine that something which simply muffles sound in a small area requires an enormous amount of vys. Especially considering it should be deactivated. However, if she has one artifact maybe she has more. You spot a few possibly candidates as you wander the foyer. You spot a miniature sun in the courtyard you think is Mortia, and Profectus is probably the figure sprawled out amongst spilling enormous amounts of vys from his right arm.

(3/4)

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You have to do a second lap around the room, you're almost surprised you haven't been dragged aside for something already, then worry that maybe you've been ignoring people the last several minutes. Horror at your own rudeness aside, you finally make a break through. Posted up in one corner of the room surrounded by a veritable sea of more or less normal figures, is someone wearing three or four artifacts. Two strapped to their thighs, one around their abdomen, and another on their back. They're not glowing bright enough to be one of your companions, in fact they're probably not all that talented magically, but they have two more artifacts than any other noble in the room.

Cutting the flow of vys the world suddenly comes flooding back, and there she is seated comfortably amidst thick pillows, the brass mouthpiece of a hookah pipe dangling loosely between her lips as she listens to the discussion of the five or six nobles surrounding her. You've spotted her across the room and she doesn't seem to have noticed you. Unfortunately you doubt your ability to approach unnoticed in a room this crowded, dressed as you are.

>Act friendly, she doesn't know that you know she's plotting something.
>Accuse her publicly of conspiring against your brother, your confident that the box itself and the tied up slave should be evidence enough.
>Write-in

>>43918435
>>Act friendly, she doesn't know that you know she's plotting something.

>>43918435
>>Act friendly, she doesn't know that you know she's plotting something.

>>43918435
>>Act friendly, she doesn't know that you know she's plotting something.

>>43918435
>Accuse her publicly of conspiring against your brother, your confident that the box itself and the tied up slave should be evidence enough.

>>43918435
>Turn around and set our brother on fire, he should know better

>>43918435
>Write-in
Shove her in the cloak.

>>43918435
>>Act friendly, she doesn't know that you know she's plotting something.

>>43918316
I dunno anon, more samja than Mik have gotten into the crazier stuff. Could be nothing at all. For that particular lady void magic party surprises may be the ostentatious noblewomens best icebreaker for marriage proposals. Which is pretty unlikely, yeah.

Of course the best way to find out may be to meditate on it, but we don't have the time for that anyways.

>>43918435
>Act friendly, she doesn't know that you know she's plotting something.

>>43918435
>>Act friendly, she doesn't know that you know she's plotting something.
spy Mik is GO!

>>43918396
>right
KEK
U
C
K

>>43918435
>Act friendly, she doesn't know that you know she's plotting something.

>>43918435
>>Act friendly, she doesn't know that you know she's plotting something.

>>43918435
>Act friendly, she doesn't know that you know she's plotting something.

>>43918495
The second we see her leaving with our brother is when we paralyze him and have his wife drags his ass to the room by his long ears.

>>43918579
>>43918553
>>43918505
>>43918488
>>43918479
>>43918477
>>43918467
>>43918463
>>43918449
>What's good senpai?

>>43918471
>Don't mind me, just kidnapping a noblewoman.

>>43918470
>Commit kinslaying.

Writin! After I finish writing this Darzi x Zaahir smut. Nah, after I get a bite to eat.

>>43918605
Don't worry friend she'll C uck you later.

Reminder that muck remembered his family,money and magic above his waifus and friends.

>>43918723
He did remember Zahak though

>>43918752
Yeah, family.

>>43918752
>Implying he isn't our son
Nigga any other kids after him will have to fight him for family head after we die.

>>43918810
Nah he's an adopted son.The first trueborn son gets the titles.

>>43918906
Zahak is going to inherit our empire after we finally do something too stupid to recover from. And he will do us proud.

>>43919059
>after we finally do something too stupid to recover from.
What do you think will be more prevalent when that happens? Tears or laughter? There will most certainly be both.

>>43919059
>Mik
>dying

>>43918906
You act like anons won't make a will to make him the family head/figure head while the first true born does everything else kind of like England's royalty.

>>43919094
I don't know about everyone else, but for me personally, ejaculations.

>>43919094
I foresee salt or anons acting like sentimental retards.
All I know is that at this point the safety fags either have up or left and the power gaming fags stopped trying to power game ever since they shown their true colours.

>>43919178
>anons acting like sentimental retards.
There's nothing wrong with that.
I mean, especially after how much time has been invested in this quest. People have grown to love the characters.

>>43919099
Where did I say die?
I'm just saying that if we don't manage to do something stupid enough to end the quest then I'm sure Mik will end up doing something in the prologue.

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>>43919267
>There's nothing wrong with that.

>>43919267
>2015
>liking BQ characters

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>>43919305
>End the quest
>Take a couple days to write the epilogue
>Start it with Mik getting himself killed in some really stupid accident
Nah, I couldn't do that to y'all. Back to writing!

>>43919362
Eat several dicks.

>>43919362
They're all shit.
...well, not Ricky. Ricky is best gril

>>43919267
Been here ever since the second thread and I always viewed anons acting sentimental stupid since they have to make it booties or point it out. To me that always looked kinda like a circle jerk while using the tears as lube while also patting each others back.
It seems pointless to me.

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>>43919369
>I couldn't do that to y'all.

>>43919369
Sauce?

>>43919369
I still vote you have trip over and die. Or have him try some enchanting where he fucks himself over hard.

>>43919369
How much cropped porn images do you have Soma?

>>43919389
>they have to make it booties or point it out
wot

>>43919419
Prison school that scene includes pee and also the manga teaches you that tatas are imitation asses.

>>43919462
Auto correct I meant to say obvious.

>>43919488
>obvious -> booties

>>43919444
Not porn it's an echi manga.

>>43919517
Ask my phone why it did that, not me.

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>>43919519
It's pretty pornographic.
http://exhentai.org/g/785065/8a872340da/

>>43919444
Many.

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>>43919444
>not having several terabytes of cropped porn images all of which were made by you

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>>43919549

>>43919549
title of said sauce? For the plebs who can't get past the panda.

>>43919444
Nice trips

>>43919771
>get past the panda.
You deserve no sauce.

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>>43919771

>>43919771
>He couldn't get past the panda
Use a fucking plugin if you're having so much trouble.

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>>43919771

>>43919771
Boku no Pico
(C85) [Rojiura JACK (Jun)] Hana x Hana (Prison School)

>>43919771
My, My, what a pleb.

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>>43919998
>spoonfeeding

>>43920070
Go back to /a/ faggot.

>>43920183
>implying I visit that shithole
Kill yourself senpai.

>>43920226
Then go back to whatever shithole you crawled out of.

>>43920254
He's here.

>>43920254
>>>/trash/

This is a bit more your speed, spoonfeeder-kun.

>>43919771
>can't get past panda
what a sad existence you must live.

>>43920328
>implying I spoonfeed
I just dislike you mongoloids that bitch about it.

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>>43920328
Wrong guy, i'm afraid

>>43920434
And that matters how? You're just as bad as he is.

>>43919771
baka senpai desu

What you do is, you make a gehentai account, play their dumb game for 5 minutes then let the account sit for a couple of weeks at least.

After you're done waiting, delete all your ge/exhentai cookies, install the sadpanda extension, throw your username and password in and you should have access.

>>43920623
can you do it in incognito mode?
i don't want my parents knowing i'm a filthy degenerate

>>43920738
underage b&

>>43920738
ban he

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>>43920749
>>43920771
Why do you think people have to be underage to live with their parents?

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You resolve that if you can't approach unseen, you might as well approach under the guise of friendship. She didn't see you in the store room, she has no idea that her plan has been uncovered and, more than that, foiled before it could even begin. Striding towards the woman and her compatriots the crowd parts before you, ensuring you've gained their attention long before you actually slide down onto one of the cushions arranged around the hookah pipe.

You're seated almost directly across from the woman and a man dressed in similarly rich clothing, his red robes are complimented by pauldrons crafted from the carapace of a palaka worm and a silk cape died a rich golden color with intricate designs wrought in white thread. There's even a ruff of fur around his shoulders, though why he'd wear such a thing escapes you. It's not particularly cold, and fur would only serve to make him uncomfortable. Perhaps it's some recent trend you're not privy too.

He doesn't wear their family seal draped down his front as the woman does, but you can tell from only a brief glance they're related in some way. Probably mother and son, though you're not certain. He wears a fairly heavy beard, so you'd guess he's at least two hundred years old. That would still place him quite significantly younger than the woman.

After a moment's tense silence you speak. “Apologies if I'm interrupting anything, I just needed a moment's rest. The day has been stressful, to put it mildly, and I must admit between the good food and the wine I'm very nearly ready to turn in for the evening.”

(1/3)

You earn a politely sympathetic laugh from some of the assembled nobles, whom you look at with new suspicion. Any of them could be apart of the plot, you shouldn't let your guard down lest they stab you in the back when the time comes.

The woman's voice distracts you from your paranoia. “Ahh, Mikhael was it? You've no need to worry, we're simply enjoying your brother's hospitality. You know, we've heard quite a lot about you lately. Since riding in on dragonback, giving rousing speeches and marching into battle. You've quite upset the political landscape, believe it or not.”

You quirk an eyebrow. “Have I now?” A mouthpiece gets passed your way and you take it gratefully, sucking down a lungful of soothing opioids before passing it on to the next person down the line. “And how has my appearance upset the political landscape?”

The woman grins catlike, leaning forward and coyly shrugging the length of cloth down her front out of the way, affording you a generous view of her ample cleavage. “Everyone in a thousand miles will want to be friends with the man who rides a dragon, dear. I don't need to be a Vatis to tell you that much.”

(2/3)

She's being awfully heavy handed about this. Suspicious is what it is, what if she's trying to get you alone so she can poison you? Actually, ignoring your own paranoia, it's odd that she's the one speaking for the group as a whole. Perhaps they're all members of the same house, and not simply a band of disparate nobles gathered to enjoy the benefits to the mind and body opium provides. “And to which house do you and your-” You pause, eyeing the man next to her. “-husband belong?”

She laughs, light and airy. “You must be quite exhausted indeed young man, Onur is my grandson not my husband. No, I'm afraid my husband passed on some sixty years ago now, and while my eldest rules in Dombuk I thought to teach his heir what I know of the world. One does not live as long as I have by stumbling through life ignorant and unawares.”

Dombuk? That would make her a Demir, a family that yours was feuding with until only recently, in fact your two families may still be feuding. You know your younger half-brother was arranged to marry a daughter of the Demirs but you don't think that marriage has yet gone through. “What brings you so far from Dombuk? I can't imagine my brother's invitation reached you.”

They don't seem to take offense to your question, though you'd meant it to subtly imply they weren't welcome. “Word travels fast, and we heard that your brother was marching to war against those vile bandits ravaging the oasis towns of the contested lands. My grandson here insisted upon marching out at the head of a host to assist you, since we felt if your lands fall then ours will surely be next. However, by the time we'd arrived the battle was already over. As thanks for our gesture of good will, your brother invited us in for his feast.”
(3/4)

A thought occurs. “You know, you still haven't introduced yourself.”

She interrupts a drag from the hookah pipe to smile, feigning embarrassment. “How silly of me, it must be the pipeweed getting to me. Malika Demir, a pleasure to meet a young man as talented as I've heard you are. You know, my granddaughter simply can't resist singing your praise, much to her father's annoyance.”

You didn't know Rajani was part of the main line of the Demirs, you thought she was from some branch of cousins living in El-Amin.

>Subtly drop hints that you know about her plot.
>Pass the time smoking and listening, see if she lets anything slip.
>Excuse yourself, this is clearly a dead end.
>Write-in

>>43920866
>Write-in
Put up a magic show. That's get her to spill her plot.

>>43920866
>>Pass the time smoking and listening, see if she lets anything slip.
>Tell our companions that this is the woman who was plotting something

>>43920866
>>Pass the time smoking and listening, see if she lets anything slip.

>>43920866
Isn't Rajani the dyke? If so ask Malika is this means we've turned her.

did this rival noble house somehow convince the bandits to attack us so their army could sweep in and seize control of new territory?

>>43920866
>Pass the time smoking and listening, see if she lets anything slip.
>Contact companions telling them to subtly come here

>>43920930
they obviously came in to try and destroy our army while it was weak.

>>43920866
>Write-in
take the box out of our cloak, show it to her and ask her if she knows what it is and what it does.

>>43920866
>Pass the time smoking and listening, see if she lets anything slip.
>Subtly hit on her

>>43920866
>Pass the time smoking and listening, see if she lets anything slip.
Smoke till you drop. 420 Blaze it.

>>43920951
This

smoke, but work your magic not getting high that much

>>43920866
>>43920902
this

>>43920866
Can we brooch Ricky and send him pictures asking what the box does?

>>43920902
>>43920866
Support. This lady is basically on our dad's level in social shit. Gotta play this carefully.

>>43920866
>>43920902
Yeah, fourth.

>>43920866
>Write-in
Subtly you bend forward as if to pick up something on the floor while concealing your other hand that reaches into your cloak and takes out the "void box". Keeping the box hidden in your robes you channel vys to wrap the box in illusion and then use a manipulate spell to carefully place it under Malika's robes near her feet.

"It appears you dropped something Malika." as you walk across to her and pick up the object on the floor. "This is yours, isn't it?"

>>43921082
No, let's not do this.

>>43921082
shit idea m8

>>43921082
nah

thanks for giving an idea though

>>43920943
Supporting this.

>>43921082
I'll reach my hand into your "void box" if you catch my drift

>>43921082
Cringe worthy.

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>>43921082

>>43920866
Go full out, produce the box and ask her to tell us what in the fuck is in it

>>43921082
>>43920989
>>43920951
>>43921233
>Reveal the box.

>>43920986
>>43920959
>>43920943
>>43920906
>>43920902
>>43921145
>>43921057
>>43921035
>>43921008
>Play it cool.

>>43920959
>Ey bby u wan sum fuq?

>>43920943
>>43921145
>>43920902
>>43921008
>>43921035
>>43921057
>Inform your companions that this is the lady.

>>43920893
>Was THIS your card?

>>43920916
Yeah, Rajani's the dyke. Clearly she just acknowledges your obvious talents, as a peer. She's your lesbro after all.