>>46033580
>guard your sister

With noble rage.

Hello, I'm here to ruin it all.

>>46033580
>MORE VIOLENCE!

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>>46033580
You know what to do op

>>46033580
>guard your sister

>>46033680
... Smite undead? Magic Missile? ACTUALLY GIVE CAPTAIN MANTELL A HIT POOL?

Capitalise?

>>46033719
Fly with the seabirds?

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>>46033719
You know, deep down

>>46033738
...

...
Go mining?

But seriously, I'm as thick as school custard, I don't know.

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>>46033770
The void is calling you op, will you answer?

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>>46033803
Guess I'm not high enough to get this one.

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>>46033803
I.... I am very confused anon... Are you implying that there's something I'm not doing? Are you trolling?
Is there something in my teeth?
Is granma having a seisure again?
Do you have a crush on me?

>>46033846
You had me at 'Irishman'.

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>>46033875
MR CAAAAAAAAARP, I NEED AN ADULT!

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>>46033846
It's ok to be confused

>>46033891
I'm here now, Redem. It's all okay.

>>46033580
>Guard our sister.

Rolled 9 (1d20)

Brother protector. Writing. Please ignore this roll.

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>Guard your sister

That bastard thinks he can shoot your family eh? Not on your watch.
You settle into a preternatural calm. You feel the adrenaline from your charge fade, and your heart beats, once.

"Halie stop hiding behind the banisters and get behind something solid."

"WELL I CAN HARDLY GET BEHIND THE TABLE!" comes the expected response.

"Then get behind me"

You change your stance, and your sword comes down vertically across your chest as the two goons laugh.

"Heh, who do you think you are kid? A hero?"
"Don't you know there's no room for heroes in this world any more!"

A crossbow bolt is unleashed to a point somewhere above your head and something moves your hands before you can even think. Your sword flashes and the projectile bounces into the ceiling.

Halia settles in behind you and flicks a knife from behind your back, catching Goon#1 in the sword hand again.

He yells as for the second time today, his sword falls from his grip. "FUCK! YOU WHORE! YOU INSOLENT WHORE!". There's something cathartic about seeing misfortune focus on someone else for once.

"Sis? Move with me."
You advance at a walking pace, keeping your guard up, and approach the soon to be dead goon#1

> d20 +1 (sharpness) +1 (noble fate)

And

>d20 +4 (brother protector)

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>46034163

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>>46034191
...
>No bonuses to indicate which it's for.

Ooooooh. Yeah. I forgot you can only roll once per post... Uh... post twice and include the bonus to indicate which roll it's for?

Rolled 20 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>46034191
> d20 +1 (sharpness) +1 (noble fate)

>>46034231
Yeah, sorry about that. Was a little quick to hit submit.

Rolled 9 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>46034163
>First one

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>>46034272
Oh... OH. huh... I don't.... How... SWORD!

Rolled 3 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>46034163
>Second one

Rolled 2 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>46034163

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>>46034341
>>46034358

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>17

Goon #1 pulls the knife from his hand, and raises it to try block your strike. But it's too late. You see the fear in his eyes, but you have no mercy for him. Your sword takes his life, along with most of his throat.

Mr.Crossbow has his weapon up in front of him, but it's not pointed at you. You know what's about to happen, your sword's too far to stop it.

> Brother protector

>20+4 Natural Crit!

N̻͔̥̣͍̜̯ͫ͂͂ͩ̀̕Ọ̶̜͎̯͈̩̭ͥ̌̀̀T̴̨̥̯̘̼͗͑ͮͪ͛ ̷̡̢̣̼̖̼̻̲͙̤̮̐Ọ̧̧̞͔̮͕̣͑͛̑̀ͅͅN̼͉̻̘̣̱̟ͮͧͩ̑̃̌̀͑́ ̩͋̎́̾͊͟͝M̶̹̝̖̌̋ͤͫ͊̚Y̹̯̘͙̲ͬ͘͜ͅ ̞͓͚̜̥͊ͥͣ́͞W̨͔̥͎̍ͪ͞͡ͅA̲̹̗̥͉͚̦ͪ̌ͤ͘͠͡ͅT̜̰ͨͥ̂͗̉̔͛̐̔C̵̡͚̲͐ͤ̒̎͌̀ͦ̋̚H̡͙̯͍͓̰̘̰̻̊̐̔


Time slows.
You see the bolt travel. You can see the path it's taking, and you move like a fish through water, and everyone else is stuck in molasses. And you know if you angle it just so...

Time resumes, and you can feel the strain on your arm as the force of your swing pulls and tears at your muscle singing in the air.

The bolt pings off a pot to your right, hits a pan on the floor and ricochets into the head of Mr.Crossbow, who falls with a stunned silence. The house is quiet as you regain your breath.

"How... That's not something that you can... Did you learn that from Dad?"

Halie's out of danger, and you can feel *something* fade. Like you let go of a breath you'd been holding forever.

"I don't know. I don't think so. Come on, Let's go finish this. We're going to get revenge for Dad."

Condt...

"You've changed"

"Huh?"

"You're carrying yourself differently. You're confident again. But just because you got lucky doesn't mean you can just storm into the mayor's office and kill the bandit in charge. His name's Gimble. Fat, and ugly, but he moves fast, and hits hard. And he's faster than you'd think. I saw him take Mary Pollok's torso and legs apart with a single swing. The only way I'm letting him take him down if you can show me how you're going to do it."


> Write in ( tell me how you want to do it, make reasonable assumptions about what's in the town)
> I'm getting help
> I'm going to burn him out of his nest
> I'm going to go in quietly

Call in 20

Holy shit I'm tired. I mean sure, I had a counselling meeting today, so a bit of emotional weariness is to be expected, and I have to see a the doctors tomorrow because they think sugar is coalescing in my brain, but still, this is unreasonable. I'll keep this up as long as I can though.

>>46034469
We neo now.

>I'm getting help.

Uhhh... People still here? Will I give it until half past? or 20 to?

>>46034545
I'll spring for smoking the guy out. Add branches of oleander into the mix and you've got toxic smoke that'll cause further disorientation than mere smoke inhalation.

But first, >I'm getting help

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Vote extended for another 10 minutes. While I look up the effects of oleander (I'm guessing you mean Nerium Oleander? of the wolfsbane family?) and decide how that will affect Gimble. I'd also like more votes...
You know, I'm used to quests having more discussion between posts. That not something that'll happen here? any way I could propagate it?

>>46034545
>I'm gonna challenge him to a duel to the death. Me versus him. If I win, the rest of his bastards leave… If he wins… Well, he won't.

>>46034800
You are a sick bastard. I love it. Infact, this may be my new favourite poison. And I have had a lot of those.... I wonder how you'd distill it.
>>46034988
Depending on how suicidal you're willing to risk, you could combine these... you are dead after all.

>>46034944
Your favorite guy is here! [make sure to capitalize
>>46034545
>> I'm getting help

>>46035051
AHA! AND NOW YOU HAVE MADE THE CLASSIC BLUNDER, AND ERR'D WHILE CORRECTING ANOTHER! I HAVE THEE BY THE GONADS MR.SMUT!

> Not closing brackets.

Writing. Do you want to combine the write ins?

>>46035089
FUCK YOU!
>>46035105
Hell no! Just go get help and burn his house down.

>>46035044
Smoke him out, with backup, and then challenge him to a 1v1 duel.

>>46034944
That's the one, yeah.

I don't know what to tell you. Some quests are more popular from the get-go, some gain traction down the line, some just go belly up the moment they're posted. Sometimes she goes, sometimes she doesn't cause that's the fucking way she goes, boys.

>>46035044
It being such a seemingly innocuous plant is what makes it perfect.

And you'd do that carefully.

>>46035140
>>46035175


Huh.... I'll give one more 5 minute extension for more people to vote. And if there's no resolution I'll roll for it.

>>46035175
Do this.
>>46035226
There you go.

You think back to your days under Captain Williams. There was a plant, that someone was munching on, when he fell dead to a heart attack. For some reason, He'd been picking flowers and decided to chew the stems idly. Pretty flowers, pretty pink flowers that you'd seen somewhere before.

"Well, Did they destroy Mary's glasshouse yet?"

"The glasshouse? I... I don't think anyone's been in there since they caught Wren trying to make firebombs in her distillery."

"Wren? What did they do to her?"

"You don't want to hear it."

"But the house is still there?"

"The distillery too. But Wren sealed the door. Some kind of arcane lock."

"No shit? Wren's got the touch?"

"Touched in the head, maybe. It half killed her to do it."

"Huh. Well. I've made up my mind. I'll challenge him to a duel. Me versus him, one on one, and if I win, his goons leave. If he wins... Well, he wont"

Halia's eyes widen. "Are you *fucking* insane? Did you listen to me at all? He'll ruin you, you don't stand a chance!" You can see her eyes start to moisten, but she holds back the tears. "You have been stabbed, shot, and punched, you died not a day ago, and.. and I just got you back and you want to throw your life away again!"

"Halie-"

"I was wrong, you havn't changed at all, you're still focussed on yourself. You don't care about any of us. You don't care about me, Wren, Garr. You don't care about dad, or Harrfell at all!"

You catch her fist in mid air.

"Sis, did you really think I was going to fight fair?"

To be continued after dinner.
Back in... 40 minutes? probably. Discuss how you think things will go.

>>46035395
We will die again. Like an idiot of course. I vote to kiss Halie and make everything all better.

>>46035444
Or knocked on our ass, at least. Like an idiot, of course. But Gimble will be a walking dead man if the oleander heist pans out so it's fiiine.

And then we kiss Halie. Chastely.

I return, the populace took longer to subjugate that expecte- I MEAN, THE PASTA WAS DELICIOUS AND I HAD A SECOND PORTION.

And now back to writing
>>46035548
>>46035444

You know If you continue this way, I might actually write incest smut. But... I haven't done up Wren's character bio yet... who knows what race she might be, or what colour her skin is... hmmmmmmmmm... do you really want to lose out on that?

Bribing anons... what have I been reduced to?

>>46035843
actually, give it another ten, something came up.
*mumblegrumbleDamnGuardmenmumblegrumble*

>>46035843
Well, that's why I'm not advocating pushing our tongue in her mouth. It leaves us open to pursue her or someone else.

>>46035843
I thought wren was dead. It's not reeaaally incest. She's our adopted sister...
bribing us means you truly are a QM. You better make her brown.

"This is stupid. You're stupid."
"Just do it okay?"
"I'll kill you if you die."
"Good luck Sis"
"Shut up."
You have no idea how you convinced your sister to do this, but you've got a ring of tinder set up, just outside the Mayor's office, with Oleander mixed in, and plenty of greenery. She's set up with a flint and tinder, around the back of the green house, with a trail of the last of the booze you had in the house (thank Aughantaur for dad's love of strong moonshine) leading to the ring. You've got your sword, and a proper shield you took from a lone bandit who is now nursing a dagger wound to the gut. And throat, chest, and thigh, so he won't be getting back up. Now it's just up to you to call out the Brigand, and set the terms of the duel.

"GIMBLE!" Silence. A difference from the boisterous laughter and footsteps you heard from the window a few seconds earlier. You stand well back, in the middle of the ring. "I'M CALLING YOU OUT, BRIGAND. A DUEL, ONE ON ONE, BOUND ON A BLOOD OATH."
A man Stumbles out, pushed by a thick fist. Followed by what can only be described as a baby whale that is somehow walking around on land. "ON WHAT TERMS?" he roars back at you. You draw your knife and lower your voice. "To the death, if I win, Your goons leave Harrfell. If You win, you get my boat."
He looks at you sideways. "You're Captain Mantell! I remember you! You crashed your ship on Crookhaven's sandbank! What would I do with a wreck?"
"The Fiends Delight was re-built. 12 Balistae, faster than ever. And she took down the Wolf's Hammer!"
"Hah! You expect me to believe that!"
"On my blood."
The wobbling thing of fat looks at you, greed in his eyes"
"A blood oath can only be sworn by a Captain. I'll know if you're Lying."
"Then you accept?"

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"I accept your challenge."
"Then by blood be bound. If I win, those who currently follow you, Gimble, shall leave Harrfell immediately." You slash your palm. Gimble continues the oath. "And if you, Captain Mantell, lose, I get the Fiends Delight!" he slashes his palm with the blade of an axe that he pulls from what seems to be the back of his pants.
You shake, and the edges of the arena glow. And then they start to burn. Gimble's men start to jeer and roar. "CHEAT, CHEAT! LIAR AND FAKE!" Gimble takes his opportunity " YOU LIED CAPTAIN, I'll TAKE YOUR HEAD!"
"YOU FELT THE FORCE OF YOUR OATH GIMBLE, ON YOUR BLOOD YOU ARE SWORN!"
> D20 +1 (sharpness) +2 (swashbuckling)
Style:
> Defensive, let the poison work its way in.
> Aggressive, don't let him get the upper hand

>>46035916
haaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, Wren wishes she was dead right now... hope you like damaged goods!

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>46036440
> Defensive, let the poison work its way in.

And we never agreed that fire wouldn't be involved.

>>46036555
Well, there's an un-natural crit, but still. Oh you didn't. That's why the magic of the blood oath still took effect. And you're technically still a Captain, your boat just happens to be a dingy holed up in a cave west of Crookhaven.

Rolled 10 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>46036538
I mean... You don't have to say it like that man... Dats fucked up.
>>46036440
>> Defensive, let the poison work its way in.

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>>46036538
She's slumped over somewhere with the most intense ahegao face going on.

>>46036687
Oh anon. I had this planned from when I mentioned your childhood sweetheart. This is just me setting you up emotionally!

>>46036703
Haaaaah. Ahaahahahah. No.

>>46036755
We will help her pick up the pieces. Wrenloft will be her plucky self in no time. Or we could just opt to fuck our elven tart of a sister.

>>46036801
Wrenloft? did... did I call her that? I can't remember. WELL IF SHE WASN'T WRENLOFT BEFORE, SHE IS NOW!

Need one more roll?

>>46036801
Potion of Restore Nubian Goddess.

>>46036836
Nonono I called her that. As a joke.... Please don't bring in wrenloft master of all crits. Be they negative or not.

Rolled 6 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>46036440
>Defensive

>>46036538
>hope you like damaged goods!

I know you do.

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>>46036842
Did you mean this perchance?

>>46036858
I'm guessing there's a story for this. I have another name in the works, don't worry.
>>46036886
Minion, why do you suck *so* much. This is why Mr.Carp is your superior.

Writing

Rolled 10 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>46036440
>Defensive

Am I too late?

>>46036919
That's a potion of Restrain Nubian Goddess. Also useful.

>17+3 20! Unnatural crit
You're about to catch it on your shield when you re-think it, and slow it down by catching the wooden haft on the guard of your sword, then drive the flat surface of your buckler into his heaving chest. It does little to hurt him, but you can see, the smoke is in his eyes, and getting at his lungs. Winding him only accelerated the process, and it won't be long before it wears him down enough to end this.
He eyes you more closely, and spots the bolt still sticking out of your chest. "What the... How are you standing. That bolt should have dropped you!"
"Captain's secret!" You use the chit-chat to throw a half-hearted (heh!) slash his way, just to keep him at bay.
> d20+1 (sharpness) +2(swashbuckling) +2 (poisonous smoke)
>change stance?

Rolled 17 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>46037128
>>change stance?
Switch to offensive. Give him no quater.

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>46037128
Maintain stance.

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>>46036952
Yes, but you can get into this round!

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>46037236
Go on offensive.

>>46037236
>>46037271
>>46036555
Starting to think 17 is our lucky number... I got my first girlfriend at 17!

>>46037263
>>46037271

Or not...
Writing in 10, while votes come in, feel free to discuss what you could possibly want from your (second hand) waifu. I enjoy your theory crafting as it gives me plot points.

Rolled 13 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>46037128
>Offensive

PULLING THE LEVER

Rolled 5 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>46037128
>Offensive

I can do better than that dumb fish.

>>46037341
the lever has been pulled. Because of this, I'll include this in the next roll. Guess we're changing stance then!

>>46037313
Well obviously I would like for her to not be utterly destroyed as a person. That would be nice...

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>>46037420
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHUEHUEHUEHUEHUEHUEHUE!

>>46037431
But we'll go on a quest to make her a happier, more wholesome person.

17+5 unatural crit.
You are surprised when it connects. This was supposed to be a challenge! He's practically falling as it is! You follow your blow with another shield strike to the chest, and watch his eyes bulge. You're even more surprised when the haft of his axe strikes you in the head and knocks you off balance.

That's it, no more Mr.Nice Captain. You shift, your sword held to your side, and your shield hiding your movements. Your prey is weak, his blood is thin, and you can see that really, it's not his fault. After all, you're not breathing, he is! A few of the town'sfolk have crawled out of the woodwork, and are watching. You can see your little sister running over to them, warning them to stay out of the smoke.

Time to end this, quick.

D20 +1 (sharpness) +2(swashbuckling) +4 (poisonous smoke)

Rolled 13 + 7 (1d20 + 7)

>>46037571
ONE LAST TRY!

+7 SLASH!

>>46037571
>forgetting greentext

Ho-oh boy, I really am tired...

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>46037571
Let's do it!

>>46037604
Mr.Carp, you get the extra +2 as well, so really, this only ties with your roll,

Rolled 15 + 7 (1d20 + 7)

>>46037571
+7 SPLASH!

Rolled 8 + 7 (1d20 + 7)

>>46037571
THIS IS FOR MY CHILDHOOD WAIFU!

13+7 more unnatural crits. Aughataur favours you it seems.


He's halfway dead before your blade ever reaches him, but it goes deep into his throat. You can only assume that the gurgling that follows is somehow an insult to your honour. But the Oath honours only blood.

You can hear the shock and gasps as black marks appear on the hands of the afflicted. They'll either leave the town in the next few days, or start dropping like flies. Most have left already, those that aren't dying of poison. As the fire dies down, you can see the sun start to rise, and the barrier caused by the oath has faded, letting more smoke out of the circle.

The place is silent. And you lower your sword, to pull the bolt out from under your ribs. You start to hear the murmuring of the crowd. Lots of "Who's that?" and "isn't that..." going around.
You look up from the corpse of the land whale.

"What, no hero's welcome?"


And we'll end there.
THANK YOU FOR PLAYING!
Next thread will be next Monday at 5, probably.
ARCHIVING!

Please leave feedback, questions, and opinions while I do that!

>>46037860
Thank you for being you.

>>46037860
Thanks for running.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=One%20Foot%20in%20the%20grave

Archived, One last time, the twitter (in case I'm sick, broken, exhausted, dead, or QUESTING!)

https://twitter.com/QmRedemptor

I'll stick around for an hour, or until the comments stop coming. Whichever is first.

Rolled 5, 6 = 11 (2d6)

Testing

>>46038034
That... I knew about this. Why didn't I suggest this? I'm an *idiot*.

>>46038058
Yes you are. Can't wait to deal with wren next session. I hope she isn't that broken.

>>46038058
But then you'd have to go 1 is +x, 2 is +y.

>>46038158
I mean, I'll have the bios updated into actual sheets by next thread, and Wren'll have a name and bio by then too. And I'm not that cruel.

>>46038171
Test this for me?

>>46038207
I mean as in, if you put up two options to be rolled, we roll 2d20, and then we have to also specify which roll is which option for the purpose of bonuses.

I'm implying we're lazy.

>>46038303
>implying

Hahahahahahahhahaha. That's funny anon.
Very well. Just indicate which roll it's for with green text in future. I'll add the bonuses myself.