The wall comes to life, glowing with the grooves that are not covered in stereotypical ancient glyphs like you were expecting. “Aah… I do feel better. Much, actually. Thank you, child.” The expression of the face becomes moving, and she turns to face you in a much more organic manner.

“The deal still stands, as long as one remains. Now… I understand that you are freshly hatched, and probably unaware of the circumstances. You may ask as you wish, but I shall state the basics beforehand, as there are some things you must know.” The entire wall was churning like a pot now, somewhere between a parade of dancing toy gargoyles and a kaleidoscope.

“I shall provide information and guidance, and I can only speak truths, to the best of my ability to determine a thing true. You will be allowed to reside here, for a while longer. I am not indentured to you like I was to them. You are not the ‘chosen’ one, so don’t take any risks or endanger yourself via some blind crusade against a veiled beloved demigoddess behind the strings. Finally, I possess a lot of knowledge, but am limited in what I am allowed to tell you directly, so do not trust me without critical thought.”

“Now, if you have any questions… do ask me while I am awakened. I will provide most of your energy back, when I am ready to slumber, or use it in the Forge to craft something for you of your design. I understand your reserves must be limited, young as you are.”

>Ask Questions (Write-in)
>Take some other action (write-in)


How would you like your energy back, once you have finished?
>Forge something.
>Consumable.

>>44181110
This still going?
>Ask Questions (Write-in)
Veiled beloved demigoddess behind the strings?
Why am I here?
What are you?
What is this place's purpose?
>Forge something

>44181728
Yeah. I'm just noticing now that the 'intro explanation' didn't properly copy over into the OP. Far as I know there's no edit button, so I can't stuff it in, but I can roll with the thread as-is.

>>44181789
If you're as new to 4chan as your looking for an edit button makes you seem, I recommend you read the faq.

>44181872
Oh I know there's no edit button, I was just taking note of the section of text that didn't get in.

suck dik

>>44181935
You can click the post number of the post and set up a reply. Also it's >> not >

(Vote not called because the options are the same and still open. The second option will be tallied from the beginning of thread up to the end of the questioning)

“Okay…” Your stomach growls, and you’re definitely not in the brightest of moods. You’re at least trying to keep all of your spirits up, and it’s working to a good degree. This… whatever it is, is friendly, and willing to talk to you.

“First off, what’s this ‘veiled beloved demigoddess behind the strings?” The statue simply shakes her head, and looks downward. “That is an example of a thing I said not to endanger yourself against, which I am not allowed to say represents an actual thing that exists.”

Cryptic. Let’s try something else, for the moment. “So why am I here, anyway?” “You are here because this is where you were upon birth.” The both of you stare at each other, and you let out a small sigh. “Could you be more helpful? Like, what are you, what is this place, why am I ‘in’ this place, why was my nest here and I have nobody else to talk to but you.”

“…” The walls and floor dim for a brief moment, and it’s only now that you notice that those eyes on the gargoyle never open. “Young Sylph, you and your clutch were brought here, to the forge of my residence. I am a guardian, and that is all I can say on that matter. Now the ones that have brought you here are gone.”

“So what’s so special about this place anyway? There’s so much light, and lava flow. This doesn’t look like a typical forge.” Another pause, and then a fire lit up beneath the statue.

“… long ago, this place was meant to store and condense raw energy into the form of weapons. People have… since lost the need for common use of the forge. Thus, the forge is no longer commonly sought out, as they can bend such might on their own.”

“So, what do you wish to ask next?”
>Ask Questions (Write-in)
>Take some other action (write-in)


How would you like your energy back, once you have finished?
>Forge something.
>Consumable.

>>44182474
So does that mean everyone has magic now?
Who or what brought us here?
Where's the rest of my clutch?
What's a sylph?
What are you guarding?
Where'd the people who brought me go?
>Forge something.

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“So what’s magic? Is this just something everybody has, all over the place? I’m a Sylph and even I don’t know what that means. Apparently you do though, so would you mind filling me in?”

At this point you’ve grabbed one of the iron stools from a worktable and sat yourself down, this was probably going to be a while so you may as well have a seat, if every time you asked questions there was going to be this low hum wait.

“Yes, every person has an Affinity. As for the nature of a Sylph, I am unable to say what would matter to you most. However, what I can tell you is that it is an additional layer of Affinity, and that it is not natural. Ordinary people do not hatch from eggs, for example.”

“As for the magic, as far as it can be called that, is infused within everyone. The ability to create local stations of concentrated power is a newer found discovery, so naturally occurring ones are not so needed.”

“That’s good, but if this is a natural nexus, is that what you’re guarding? If not, then what?” “I cannot say. Ask another question.” “Least ‘that’ one was immediate, that’s progress.”

>>44183082
“So where’s everyone else? Who brought me here, and why aren’t they here now? That’s probably the most important question, to be honest.”

Humming, again. Maybe you could carve something int-nope okay she’s talking again.

“I can say that the ones that brought you here are not your true parents. They did not both get captured in a Lion Knight raid authorized by the Caravan. … I have not seen any else of your clutch perish. … I am trying to give you the most informative answers I am able, given I am barred from speaking certain truths. I am edging the limits, however, and I cannot answer questions indefinitely, while looking out utmost for your safety at the same time.”

“I will answer any last pressing issues, as I begin the process of returning your energy. Although by the way you glance at the forge, it seems that you wish to put me to my… ‘proper’ use. Is this the case? It has been a very long time since I have had opportunity to craft.”

What do you choose to address?
>Ask a final question or two (write-in)
>I’d like to forge a weapon, you seem good at that
>I’d like to forge something else (write-in)
>I think I’d rather eat it instead, that took a lot out of me.

>>44183103
>I’d like to forge a weapon, you seem good at that

>is there anything special about the weapons you can craft other than quality than you can tell me?
>I’d like to forge a weapon, you seem good at that

>>44183103
>I’d like to forge a weapon, you seem good at that

Calling the vote at this point. Post up shortly.

“I think I want to see just what you can do. You’ve got me curious.” A small laugh escapes your lips, and you raise the dagger in your hand up with tip pointed down.

Whirr. Hum. Does she re-“You’ve piled up swords earlier, and examined those the most. Pick one of those, or something else if you prefer. Not the dagger, it needs a minimal lower bound of steel to work with. I suggest the Rapier, you were fond of it, and while I can add steel if you want a bigger or different style of weapon, pulling metal away is a much different process.”

After some debate, you conclude with a shrug to walk over and grab aforementioned rapier, taking a few swings in the air. “I’m… not sure I know how to use this thing. But if you say you can change this into any weapon I want later, I suppose starting here isn’t the worst. Also, what about anything else? What kind of improvements do you do with your forging?”

“What I do is imbue the weapon with a special magical crystal. I will be able to do more once you give me more energy, and we have more time. For now, I need to rest soon. Place it into the fire below my body, and I will imbed the metal.”

You’d already done that, actually. “I’ve already done that, actually. So is there a purpose to this, here? It’s to serve as the basis for other improvements, and… what?”

“Serve as the base for other improvements, and act as a mana chamber. The most immediate problem for you right now, young Sylph, is that as a newborn your reserves are very limited. So I’m giving you a chrysalis of metal with which to hold more energy. As well as act with your own energy when swinging.”

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“So it’s a +1 Long Sword with the Fire enchantment.” You joke briefly, and watch the flares rise, spiraling everywhere.

“… I suppose. And now the process is done.” You’re sorely tempted to make a joke about how this forging creation took less time than some of her responses, but say nothing and smile instead.

“I will say that you seem significantly… different than I expected. Positive, cheerful, getting a grip of your capacities well. Given your… condition, I figured you’d be more conflicted with yourself.” The smile softens slightly, but she does not look away. “That’s what it is to be young, and able to bounce back, I suppose. For now, I rest.”

Before you can say anything else, the fires dimmed down. The weapon you pick up feels and looks exactly like it did before, only with a slightly red tint. Something about this feels anticlimactic. At least she left the lights on when she went back to sleep.

What do?
>Eat some yolk and nap.
>Search upstairs for food and get an idea of the rest of this place.
>Try out your brand new weapon.
>Examine something from before in the basement (write-in)

>is there a way to absorb energy from the air or heat or the world around us?
>Eat some yolk and nap.

>>44183640
>Eat some yolk and nap.

Calling vote, posting soon.

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“Wait, how the hell do you use this to absorb energy anyway? I don’t know how to use this thing.” It’s no use, she’s asleep. Smiling. It’s almost like taunting, really. Only thing you can guess it that it’s similar to when you put energy into the statue, if that isn’t it then you have absolutely no idea.

Swinging the sword in your hand and strolling over to the egg, you realize that you have no bed to sleep in to fight off the creeping tiredness. Then you remember you have a nest, one that you conveniently started up, whatever that means. It’s still glowing bright, good.

As you bend down and look at the egg in the closet, this time you make sure to take your time, not be wasteful. There isn’t so much left. You figure you have about two good meals left before you run dry. Maybe three but that’d be stretching it, and maybe four if you try eating the shell, but you don’t even know if that’s healthy.

That’s food done, time to flop in bed and sleep. Nest, not bed. It’s… surprisingly comfortable. This kind of heat feels nice on your skin, and you slip into sleep comfortably and quickly.

You wake up some time later, rejuvenated, full, and ready to go. For some reason you feel really happy, supposedly resting does that. And then you realize what you were awakened by was the sound of a door shutting. It happened from above, and by the sounds in this room you can tell there’s some kind of holes in the ceiling that let noises from above easily vibrate down to the interior of the forge.

The upstairs was quite dark, but light shone from below. Apparently candles were lit all over the house, including the overhead lamps. You could see a window, it was night out at the present time. No moonlight either, fortunately the light you have is enough.

This place looks to be segmented like an ordinary house, with appropriate rooms, kitchen, living room, furniture… that you’re making sure not to set on fire. Actually a lot of this stuff is flammable, but there’s clear pathways with the rug preemptively burnt into paths so you can safely get around.

Lots of oddities are around this house, as much as it resembles a normal house. All depends on what your priorities are, of course.

Which oddity do you wish to examine?
>Kitchen, to the active Lava Lamps
>Upstairs, following the footsteps
>Hold on a moment, I need to grab some things (write in what you want to bring with you before you explore)

>>44184126
>>Kitchen, to the active Lava Lamps
>Hold on a moment, I need to grab some things (write in what you want to bring with you before you explore)
Our sword

>Kitchen, to the active Lava Lamps
then
>Upstairs, following the footsteps
but first
>Hold on a moment, I need to grab some things (write in what you want to bring with you before you explore)
Our sword

Alright, calling vote, gonna type it up.

>>44184126
>Upstairs, following the footsteps

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First, the sword. You briefly wonder why you didn’t have it on you, and then shrug. Now you do, running up and down those steps with surprising lack of sound. Armed, ready to roll, and trying to emulate that stealth while running through the kitchen.

Everything in there is… glowy. Forget having lava lamps, it’s literally like being ‘inside’ a lava lamp that’s shaped like a kitchen. There’s a basket of fish on the counter, still freshly caught. Quite a lot of them, probably a dozen if you counted. Those’ll make for some good food, and you figure that-if you’re right about the way the sword works, you could store up and chow down.

Then again, it could be unsafe. Then again, it could be a trap. Who left this here in the first place? By now you’ve gotten adjusted to this place being spooky and sparkly and quasi-on-fire, but fish out of nowhere is a ‘new’ kind of strange.

>Eat with abandon as fast as you can
>Carefully taste test and try the sword-energy-thing first
>Leave it be and follow the footsteps

>>44184318
>Carefully taste test and try the sword-energy-thing first

>Carefully taste test and try the sword-energy-thing first

if something bad happens to the sword we know not to eat it.

Okay, calling the vote, and archiving the thread after this post.

You take a single fish, tasting and closing your eyes. The taste is… weird. Something inside you tells you that raw fish isn’t supposed to taste this good, but eh you’re a Sylph and it looks nutritious. It can’t be that bad. You try to get the energy to flow into the sword, and you succeed. You’re more hungry, and you eat another fish.

While you slowly eat, it occurs to you that the basket is slightly harder to move than one would expect. Probably because of that thin-trace wire heading up through the ceiling attached to the basket handle. Something about that… seems odd.

Footsteps again, more hurried this time, and a sharp whistle to boot. You may not have wanted to touch that wire. You face the doorway, putting yourself behind the table and the entrance, when the source shows up, arrow knocked and aimed.

“Hey! How’d you get past Vector? … and what are you anyway? You don’t quite look human.” She’s hooded, green cloak, brown eyes, staring intently in your direction. ”Regardless, I’d like an explanation, because you’re not the weirdest thing I’ve seen today.”

>Bring out your sword, it’s time to d-d-duel
>Cautiously introduce yourself
>Explain everything and ask for help
>Make a break for it, there’s a window to go through.

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And with that I'm going to archive the thread, and post the continuation next time.

>Explain everything and ask for help


we cute and trusting like a child

>>44184575
>>Explain everything and ask for help

>>44184575
>Bring out your sword, it’s time to d-d-duel

> Explain everything and ask for help

And might as well give this a quick bump before I have to head offline, in hopes of Sam being able to continue in this thread in the morning.

>>44184575
>Cautiously introduce yourself
then
>Explain everything and ask for help

>>44184575
>Cautiously introduce yourself

keeping this thread up

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Pic related bump

Keeping it alive

Make friends or burn everything trying.

Bump it, bump it good.

Did OP get hit by a rampaging elephant?

Wait, thread is actually still up? Alright, cool. That's more motivation to start a little early. I was expecting to have to open a new one so I need to modify what I have typed up though.

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You are the Magma Sylph, newly born with a total life span measured in hours. You’re face to face with somebody who looks like a huntress with a bow knocked towards you. She looks angry that you’re taking her food. The options you can think of are either fight, or flight. Or perhaps diplomacy.

You pull your sword out and at the ready, however. With all the adrenaline in your body and your heart thumping for the first battle it makes your skin glow brighter. The woman across the room from you adjusts her stance. “W-wait, hold on a moment. I… I need your help.”

She stops, unknocking the bow and giving you a look. You give her one too. She doesn’t look super patient, so you don’t have much time before you decide on a course of action. Some part of you wants to fight still, but most of you just wants to talk and there’s a lot more to gain from a friend than a corpse.

“So, who are you?”

“I, I am…” Something stops in your throat. You suddenly realize you don’t have a name. You were never given one, and never thought about the subject before. Trying to recall your name ‘hurts’. Time to make sometimes up, then. It’s only what you’ll be called for the rest of your life, right?

Name
>Freya
>Tsuki
>Sarah
>Write-In

Title
>The Fire Lord
>The Hottest Thing Alive
>Princess of Flame
>Write-In
>That’s pretentious.

>>44200291
>Tsuki
>That’s pretentious.
We've just been born, haven't really _earned_ a title yet.

>>44200291
>Sarah
>Princess of Flame

>>44200348
might as well chose a title you're born into then

>>44200357
Well, we don't know if we have been born into some sort of sylph nobility or something, so it's easier to assume we haven't been. We're young, alone, and not entirely sure of ourselves.

>>44200454
>taking the easy road
didn't know you were an underachiever anon

>>44200291
>>Sarah
>Princess of Flame

>>44200558
Didn't say we couldn't become worthy of a title, it's just as we've only a few hours to our person, we've nothing to really base a title on. Aside from the obvious that we're fire-based.

>>44200291
>RAGNARA QUEEN OF ALL FIRE

Dramatic pose mandatory.

Calling vote in about 5 minutes from now, at the hour. I'll make another post then.

>>44200620
shit I'm backing this

>>44200620
>Supportan'
Fuck it, let's be FABULOUS.

Okay, calling vote now. Sometimes write in options happen.

>>44200620
>>44200670
>>44200694
Is it really the time to be fancy and dramatic when the person is this close to firing an arrow into our face?

>>44200807
Who would you feel more assured about shooting an arrow at? Some schmuck named Tsuki, or RAGNARA QUEEN OF ALL FIRE!!!11one

>>44200807
Apparently yes. Maybe we'll blind her with our majesty.

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“So, go on, get to it.” “Hold on, I’m trying to make something up.”

The bow reknocks and the woman hisses her voice. “Don’t play games with me here. I’m not interested in lies.” You shake your head and put your palms up, sword tilted down, arms out in front of you, in a gesture of surrender. You recognize that this is the ‘perfect’ hand stance to spray your jets from. That may be useful later.

“No, nono, like I literally haven’t thought about that. I… was just born a little while ago.” This sounds strange to her, and she immediately pulls down the bow. “I… that’s… how can you talk? What are you then? Anyway, I’ll introduce myself first, then. Rachelle V. Praetor.”

She waits, taking some steps forwards, and everything seems calmer. “My name is Sarah, Princess of Flame, soon to be Ragnara, queen of ALL FIRE!” Whoops, you got carried away like a little child, and are trying to maintain a sheepish smile as you extend both arms out in an overarching pose.

The bow slams down onto the table, accompanied by a hearty laugh. “Okay you convinced me, you’re a child. Small enough to be one too.” You notice other arms under her cloak, and assume she has some expertise to wield them, so she’s not utterly defenseless while she slides in to the table.

“So, Sarah Ragnara, tell me exactly what you need help with. By the way Vector’s waiting and ready now, incase you ‘do’ try anything funny.”

>Ask a question (write-in)
>Explain everything like cute and trusting child
>Try to find a solution to where you can get food
>Cautiously ask why she’s so much taller than you

>>44200991

>Try to find a solution to where you can get food

Like, a permanent supply

>>44200991
>Explain everything like cute and trusting child

Okay, gonna call the vote in a couple minutes, and type something up.

>>44200991
>Explain everything like cute and trusting child

And calling vote now.

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You sit at the table as well, thankfully things are going fairly well so far, even if it’s on guard, at least you’re managing to talk things through. “So, okay… first, can I have another piece? I’m sorta hungry.” Which to be honest isn’t even that false. You’d just put a lot of energy into your sword and have something of a tummy growl, even though now you can just draw it back out instead.

A blank look moves you to reconsider. “Okay, now really what I need help with is my situation in general. I’m alone here, I barely know what I am, though I like the sound of that name. Regal.” Upbeat, that’s something. “Apparently something killed or stole my family and I was spared somehow? I don’t know how to get food, or really even what I’m supposed to do, or-”

“Hold up hold up.” Both of Rachelle’s hands fly upwards. “Slow down. Do you know what you are?” “A sylph, but I don’t know what that is.” A pause, you wonder if maybe that wasn’t the right thing to say. She’s sure looking very inspecting of you.

“… huh. Never saw one myself. You look like a weirdly tinted Gromsh, to me. No use askin you about that though, since you know less than I do, apparently. You do seem innocent, so I’ll just say right now to be careful about telling any Knights that you’re a Sylph.”

>Gromsh? What’s that?
>So why don’t you have a problem with it?
>And who is Vector anyway?
>Is there a special reason you’re in this house?

>>44201746
>Gromsh? What’s that?
>So why don’t you have a problem with it?
>And who is Vector anyway?
>Is there a special reason you’re in this house?

Calling vote here, for what I can.

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“Okay, I’ve got tons of questions, but I can’t say it all at once. Let’s start with the most bearing thing, what is a Gromsh?” She takes off her hood, and simply showcases the horns on her head. You’re a little surprised they could fit under the hood without tearing, but that’s probably some kind of magic. “Gromsh, Earth affinity humans, like me. Like most of the people in this area, honestly. You look Gromsh too, though I’ve never seen horns curved quite like yours.”

A hand reaches up above your head, rubbing along the curvature. Man you ‘really’ need to get a mirror at some point. Her raised finger shushes down your next question.

“Actually, before you ask anything else, my turn, lemme make an offer. Knights have a reason to dislike Sylphs. Your family looks abducted or whatever kind of mess, and I’ve got… goals that whatever your spooky powers are could be of use for. What’s say we work together, aye? It’d give you a consistent way to get fed ‘and’ we could find a chance to figure out what happened to your family.”

“I may come to regret this, but I’m gonna just put it on the table regardless. I need some kind of help, may as well ask from you. Would you wanna join up with me?”

Just like that, what’s this now?
>Press on with your other questions.
>Adventure Time? Yay!
>What goals we be talkin here?
>What are you expecting I’d be able to do?

>>44202415
>>Adventure Time? Yay!
[WALKIN ON SUNSHINE]

>>44202415
>Adventure Time? Yay!
>Press on with your other questions.

>>44202415
>Press on with your other questions.
>Adventure Time? Yay!
Shit yes, adventure!

Calling vote now, gonna post soon.

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Adventure time? Yay! … however, it’s probably best not to say that aloud. More importantly while this is a deal, you should remain dignified. You’ve got to make sure you’re not being tricked here. Plus you’re just really curious about all those wild things out there. Like how earth and fire mix together. Decisions…

“Is that… ‘walking on sunshine’ you’re humming under your breath there? How do you even know that if you’re as young as you said you are?”

The question pops you out of your thoughts, and you nod. “Yes it is.” You mentally note that that is the name of the song, in your attempt to sound like you know what you’re doing. “Regardless, I accept your proposal, and I’m perfectly willing to go with you. Provided that we can trust one another.”

You lean back and smile with something of a more regal pose, obviously a little pleased with yourself. A pause, and she raises her eyebrow at you. “Oh, right, the questions. Well, this one ties in with the whole quest thing, which I’m probably up for but at the same time want to know regardless. Why do you think I’d be helpful in the first place?”

She pauses, giving something of a little smirk. “Well, how about you prove that to ‘me’, eh?” The woman stands up, and from behind the doorway you can ‘see’ some kind of head, definitely not human, peeking at you as well. “Show me what you’ve got to offer. I’m ready for it, ‘flame princess’.”

The What…
> Show off your Fine Swordsmanship
> Fire Jets and explosions
>Do a Magicky Thing to a fish
>Write-In


The Where…
>Let’s go outside first, don’t wanna burn this place down.
>There’s something neat to show you downstairs, that’s probably the best place.
>Right here is fine, this place looks weird enough to work.

The How…
>Conserve yourself
>Let loose the cannons of war
>Write-In

>>44202893
> Show off your Fine Swordsmanship
> Fire Jets and explosions
>Let’s go outside first, don’t wanna burn this place down.
>Let loose the cannons of war

Calling vote in about 8 minutes.

>>44202893
>Fire jets and explosions
>Outside
>Let loose the cannons of war

BEHOLD MY INCANDESCENT GLORY!

Calling vote, posting soon.

“First thing, let’s think about not burning stuff down. There’s flammables all around and this is crowded.” You get up alongside her, and glance out the window. It’s too dark to properly see outside. “Fair’s fair, I just hope you’ll be alright, being outside while so young.” Rachelle seems way more relaxed right now than she was before, picking up her bow and walking out to pet the giant ass wyvern on the head that’s somehow managed to wriggle it’s way inside like a snake.

You don’t ask about the wyvern, because you immediately remember that Wyverns are the natural steeds of the Holis empire, and indeed most of the continent. Some people use weird wingless and less nimble mounts, donkeys or ponies of whatever they’re called, but those are weird foreigners.

Not enough time to wonder how you know this, as you arrive at the door. You flex the glands, just a little, priming your fire. You’ve got a lot of energy, and there’s fish to spare even if you somehow run out. You’re fired up, you’re ready, now you get to impress somebody, and everything is looking giddy. You open the door and take a step outside, guns ablazing.

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You immediately regret everything in your life that has let you to this moment.

It’s winter, it’s night, it’s snowing and cold as BALLS and you bolt back indoors with a backwards leap that lands you on your ass in the middle of the room. Thankfully your red hot body lands somewhere it’s not gonna set fire to the rug.

So much for that, though. “Your face, shut it.” Rachelle keeps up the laughing she was doing, wraps her hand in some supposedly fireproof fabric, and holds out a hand to help you up.

>Take the hand
>I don’t need that

Revise Location
>Shoot outside from a safe distance
>This living room is good and wide enough.
>Back to the kitchen
>Down to the forge
>Write-In

>>44203484
>Take the hand
>Shoot outside from a safe distance

>>44203484
>>Take the hand
It's like your already a princess... Wait does that mean she's about to kiss your hand?

>shoot for outside again
I mean we're going to have to leave at some point.

Calling vote, gonna post up soon. After this post I'll be gone for at least a few hours, so temporary hiatus on that, and I'll do the votes from the next post in new thread, or this one if it's still up.

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You take her hand, making sure to cool it down regardless. She’s surprised you managed to do that cooling off trick, but that’s at least something. A brief thought about being a princess flutters in your head, but you shake it off. Being a damsel, while it can be fun, isn’t your role. You’re an action princess right now, a proper iron maiden.

“Poor thing. Yeah Sylphs are different from humans in one way being that their hearts… function differently. Also I think they’re called cores, which if it shuts down puts them in critical danger.” So basically, like charmander. Good to know. Also real good to know that she knows more about your biology than you, but you get over it with a forced grin. Now it’s your turn to kick this snow in the butt.

“Yeah, but I can make it feel a root at it’s core too. And maybe I’m being petty.” You stride your way towards that door, and lift the sword on high. You think of a battlecry, and get a rush out of the power you wield. Everything channels through the sword and your arm, a surge of energy going out and through. Focused on the sword that can hold your magic, and “BY FIRE BE PURGED”

A deep scarlet redder-than-red bolt fires from the sword. The air around it boils and wavers. The shot lands right on a tree in the distance, immediately igniting a flame. It’s far enough from the ground to melt the snow, but the snow right around the entrance where you stand has gone into recession.

How do you take this result?
>That tree fire looks awfully dangerous. (scared)
>Fck the tree, the snow’ll put that out. (angry)
>Man that was weird, didn’t expect that. (confused)
>Now that’s what I’m talkin about. (triumphant)
>Haha, SO MUCH FIRE (jubilant)
Pick up to two of the above

Additionally…
>Write-in next action, assuming you have an idea or preference, or a one liner or question, or desire to sate.

(gonna be gone for a while, but I will be keeping tabs on the votes here)

>>44204153
>Now that’s what I’m talkin about. (triumphant)
>Haha, SO MUCH FIRE (jubilant)

>>44204153
>Now that’s what I’m talkin about. (triumphant)
>Haha, SO MUCH FIRE (jubilant)

Food please?

>>44204153
>Now that’s what I’m talkin about. (triumphant)
>Haha, SO MUCH FIRE (jubilant)
>No, but seriously, is that tree fire gonna be a problem? (reasonable concern)

bump

>>44204153
>Now that’s what I’m talkin about. (triumphant)
>Haha, SO MUCH FIRE (jubilant)

Now where's that food?

>>44204884
pretty much seconding this.

>>44204153
>Now that’s what I’m talkin about. (triumphant)
>Haha, SO MUCH FIRE (jubilant)
>No, but seriously, is that tree fire gonna be a problem? (reasonable concern)

>>44204884
>>44206413
>Pick up to two

Alright, I'm on. I'll be posting at least one more update right now.

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Overall you’re feeling pretty good at this. The faintest twinge of worry about the fire being produced whisks its way out of your head as soon as you remember the coldness outside. “So how about that? Blasting through the snow.” You realize there’s no way to continue the phrase without it sounding weird, but that’s close enough, you figure.

Now, closing the door, because seriously that is cold. You’ve proven yourself though, and shooting it through the sword managed to not make you starving. Though you don’t know how much power you used, you know the answer is less than all of it. Hell if you aren’t going to milk it though.

“I’m hungry though, what’s edible, is there more stuff to swallow?” Rachelle currently is looking out the window, and turns back to you, after having watched the tree for a little bit. “Good thing that didn’t start a fire. Anyway sure let’s get you at least some meal. I just got here, and I was just stopping here for the night. Maybe you could help me hunt tomorrow. There probably won’t be as much snow, it’s a light breezy bit of the stuff. We ‘will’ want to get you bundled up though.”

There is a minor timeskip while a proper dinner is prepared, in the kitchen, letting you provide a fire, and then you two chow down, three including the wyvern. During this time you…

>Inquire about this Gromsh thing, and the nature of humanity.
>What about Rachelle and Vector, I wanna know more about them.
>So why do these Knights have a thing against Sylphs anyway?
>Go into depth about your own situation.

>>44206702
>>What about Rachelle and Vector, I wanna know more about them

> So why do these Knights have a thing against Sylphs anyway?

>>44206702
>>What about Rachelle and Vector, I wanna know more about them.
>>So why do these Knights have a thing against Sylphs anyway?
so do they live here or what?

>>44206702
>What about Rachelle and Vector, I wanna know more about them.

>>44206702
>>Inquire about this Gromsh thing, and the nature of humanity.
>>So why do these Knights have a thing against Sylphs anyway?

I'm gonna do another one right now, calling vote, posting soon.

Fish taste good, real good, as it turns out. Much better when cooked, which since that’s a thing you can do easily is something you’re going to do much more often. First and foremost is… “Do you live here, who are you anyway? I don’t really know much about you two.”

“Oh, hm…” The question gives Rachelle some pause. Not much, but some. It’s no forge statue. “Ultimately the reason I’m here is that this is a nice place to stop and spend the night, when I’m doing a long day hunting, instead of going this deep into the forest again. As for Vector… he’s my steed. A loyal friend. There’s a bit of a story there, between me and an old friend, but I’ll save that for later…”

She paused, drifting off, and needing a handwave to continue. “Usually I hunt a lot, and sell what I earn in the town or the high castle. That’s where those Knights are, as a note. The Castle is very snobby and high elite, but I’m not from the upper class.”

“The Knights… yes I know you’re giving me that look that says ‘continue’, so I will. They’re kind of like the… hand of the law. They enforce a whole lot of stuff, though I myself feel like the Caravan’s got a hand in their pockets too. Not all of which makes sense. One of which is an absolute capture or kill rule on an assortment of magical creatures, Sylphs included.”

“But they rarely go to the town, and they’re never in the forest. I’ve never seen them here, at least.”

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Food’s gone by this point, and the wyvern managed to eat some. “C’mon… oh wait, you’re… hm. Huh. I’m not actually sure where you’re gonna sleep. Maybe just where you were before, I think the basement? That’s the only place I don’t know in this house… come to think of it I’ve never been down there.”

You tap your foot and fill the air with smoke by shaking your hair, deliberately to get attention. “I think I’ll decide where I sleep, thanks for asking though. Give me a second, I need to think.”
>Forge Basement
>Forge Basement, but don’t let her come down
>Kitchen Floor
>Ask her for a fireproof blanket and sleep in a genuine bed, wherever those are

As a note I'll be off for a few hours, I did want to throw another update though.

>>44209048
>Forge Basement

>>44209048
>>Forge Basement

>>44209048
> Forge basement

>>44209048
>Forge Basement

>>44209076
Bump

burp

>>44209048
>Forge Basement

BLUMP

tramp

Alright, I'm here, expect a post in about 20 ish minutes. Seems unanimous at the moment.

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“Yeah, I’ll sleep in the basement.” You head off in that direction, and Rachelle follows you. The door is smaller than the Wyvern is wide, but manages to slip through alright, as is to the lithe nature of the beast. The basement looks completely dark, and it takes you a moment to realize why Rachelle and Vector are taking so long to follow you, as your glow acts far more as a flashlight for you than them.

“Okay, one thing I wanted to ask you two is…” You lift your hand, the mere presence and exertion of your mana seeming to be what lights the place up. “…is if there was anything down here you recognized.” Rachelle almost immediately bolts down the steps and towards the pile of swords you’ve collected earlier, grasping one, swinging it in the air a few times.

“Yup. Knights. I’m surprised they came out to the forest, must have gotten tipped off somehow if they did as big a raid as all of the blood here suggests.” You briefly wonder what ‘blood’ is, but shake it off. “But I recognize a lot about this sword. I mean nevermind the questions I have about this whole apparent magical set of fireworks down here, I can use the crest on this sword to figure out which group of knights did it, namely by who they pay fealty to.”

“This is a pretty good home for you, and base of operations. What I’m thinking is that we head out in the morning, and go to town. I’ll sell my hunting profits as usual, and we can purchase some special stuff from the town or the Caravan to help with the secret mission.”

“Alternatively, I’m not full up to what I can carry, doubly so if you’re with me, and we do need to figure out a way to get you bundled up. We could simply go hunting tomorrow, get some practice working together, and then late in the evening go to the town. If we do that we might need to spend the night in the town, which is fine for me, but not sure how comfortable you are with that.”

Rachelle overall takes quite a look around and seems very fascinated by the basement. There’s probably things she recognizes that you don’t. Regardless, you do need to figure out which of these options you’re better with.
Plans For The Morrow
>Go hunting and practicing, and head to town in the afternoon
>Head to town in the morning, and have the time for a round trip back to the Forge for the night


Now that you are more experienced, you have options during the time you wait. Or you could not spend an extra hour or two on an additional activity, and sleep instead.
Plans For The Night
>Talk to the statue girl, you never got her name
>Look over all those scribbled notes in the chest
>Get a full night’s rest instead

>>44221445
>Go hunting and practicing, and head to town in the afternoon
>Look over all those scribbled notes in the chest

>>44221445
>>Head to town in the morning, and have the time for a round trip back to the Forge for the night
>>Talk to the statue girl, you never got her name

>>44221445
>>Go hunting and practicing, and head to town in the afternoon
>Look over all those scribbled notes in the chest

da bump