>A wizard's apprentice. Kept in the dark and fed on bullshit, but at least not entirely ignorant

>>48551561
>A thief, a well respected, second-story professional.

>>48551561
>A thief, a well respected, second-story professional.

>>48551561
>>A conman, a criminal, but a clever one.
>A thief, a well respected, second-story professional.

>>48551561
>>A wizard's apprentice. Kept in the dark and fed on bullshit, but at least not entirely ignorant.

>>48551561
>A conman, a criminal, but a clever one.

Sup Dead

You're damned right you wish you could go back to being a thief. You had respect, of a sort. You could have just pawned the book and taken a vacation to Hawaii or Cuba or something.

But no, you opened the leatherbound tome, read the pseudo-latin, got a hard-on remembering the wizard books you read as a kid and drew the actual pentagram and chanted the words. Well, okay, you spoke the words, you don't have any idea how to chant.

You're ripped away from the memory by another spell flying at you. You had never even been shot at before. You always paid your dues to the biggest gang around, kept your head down, you were always smart.

A little taste of power, and you're on your way to Vegas with frequent stops for partying and trying out your new powers.

All of this thinking is pointless, anyways. Apparently, once you've sealed the pact, you're in for it for the long haul. And you've sealed a pact with:

>A fay lady. Some days you think she's better than some gibbering monstrosity. Others, you think you'd take any nightmarish creature over her. Always you know she is trying to play you. [Glamours, illusions and mind magic. Pact advanced by sealing deals with mortals on behalf of the faerie courts]
>A succubus from Hell. Hot, in the same way that the lure of the angler fish is shiny. She has shown you a hell of a time, but you're sure that if you ever touched her she would literally eat your soul. [Combat magic of every flavor, Pact advanced by causing chaos and destruction.]
>An Eldritch god from beyond the stars. It is insane. There is no other way to put it. And it wants its insanity to spread everywhere. [Madness and Random effects. Advance the pact by enlightening mortals to the insane knowledge of it, and of course, driving people insane]
>The actual Devil. Well, you doubt it's the Abrahamic Devil. More like the folkloric one. The guy you sell your soul to on the crossroads. [Dark Miracles and Bursts of Inspiration. Advance the pact by human sacrifice.]

>>48551831
>A fay lady. Some days you think she's better than some gibbering monstrosity. Others, you think you'd take any nightmarish creature over her. Always you know she is trying to play you. [Glamours, illusions and mind magic. Pact advanced by sealing deals with mortals on behalf of the faerie courts]
Fits a thief the most, I think.

>>48551831
>A fay lady. Some days you think she's better than some gibbering monstrosity. Others, you think you'd take any nightmarish creature over her. Always you know she is trying to play you. [Glamours, illusions and mind magic. Pact advanced by sealing deals with mortals on behalf of the faerie courts]

>>48551831
>>A fay lady. Some days you think she's better than some gibbering monstrosity. Others, you think you'd take any nightmarish creature over her. Always you know she is trying to play you. [Glamours, illusions and mind magic. Pact advanced by sealing deals with mortals on behalf of the faerie courts]

>>48551831
>>A fay lady. Some days you think she's better than some gibbering monstrosity. Others, you think you'd take any nightmarish creature over her. Always you know she is trying to play you. [Glamours, illusions and mind magic. Pact advanced by sealing deals with mortals on behalf of the faerie courts]

>>48551831
>The actual Devil. Well, you doubt it's the Abrahamic Devil. More like the folkloric one. The guy you sell your soul to on the crossroads. [Dark Miracles and Bursts of Inspiration. Advance the pact by human sacrifice.]

Dude always seems fun.

You look at the statuesque woman next to you. She is wearing a dress of silver, as in, you're pretty sure it's actual silver somehow woven to be soft and pliable. That she is beautiful beyond mortal ken is a given. Most of the time, as you have been using your new powers to show off to some girl, or to get free drinks, she had a look on her face somewhere between absolute indifference and annoyed disapproval. Amidst the chaos, however, she is smiling. With teeth.

You had a nerdy friend back in Chicago. You remember that once, stoned, he told you to never make a deal with a faerie. That he'd take any minion of Hell, any crazy nightmare before he'd make a deal with one of the Sidhe. You called him a nerd and told him to stop smoking so much. And asked him what the fuck is a Sidhe.

Looking at Lady Gwynn's shark-like smile, you start thinking that he might have had a point.

'Gwynn, help me out here,' you say.
'Mm? Do you have anything you've got to offer in exchange, mortal child?'
'Look if you do nothing, I'm probably going to die, and then your fun is over,'
'Oh, not over. Delayed, at most. But, if you must put it like that,' She says and stands up ramrod straight, turns around, and begins casting a spell that you most certainly don't recognize.

The only two spells she has given you so far are a simple glamour that allows you to change your face, and just a tiny bit of illusion that allows you to make a sort of a dodgy looking image of anything immobile.

'Sirs, stop your vehicles immediately, or we will be forced to open fire!' you hear over a loudspeaker. Gwynn finishes her spell, and for the first time the car behind you swerves and the man inside screams as if he's being tortured.

>This shit is too much. The man following you is distracted, if you pull over maybe you'll get a nice comfortable cell instead of fiery death. Pull over.
>Distract the cops with magic, then take a sharp turn at next opportunity. Try to lose them.
>Other

>>48551831
>The actual Devil. Well, you doubt it's the Abrahamic Devil. More like the folkloric one. The guy you sell your soul to on the crossroads. [Dark Miracles and Bursts of Inspiration. Advance the pact by human sacrifice.]
or
>An Eldritch god from beyond the stars. It is insane. There is no other way to put it. And it wants its insanity to spread everywhere. [Madness and Random effects. Advance the pact by enlightening mortals to the insane knowledge of it, and of course, driving people insane]

>>48552069
>>Distract the cops with magic, then take a sharp turn at next opportunity. Try to lose them.

>>48552069
>Distract the cops with magic, then take a sharp turn at next opportunity. Try to lose them.
When the hell does any thief worth his salt listen when the police tells him to stop?

You've never been caught by the fucking law, and you're not going to start now. Maybe you could talk your way out of it, maybe they would find a way to connect you to all the burglaries you've committed. Either way, neither are you going to take that chance, nor does your pride allow you to stop.

So, you do as your new fairy buddy taught you, visualize a doughnut, sugar glazed with sprinkles on top, the size of a sedan, and release the image fifty feet in front of the cop car.

You almost feel sorry for them, as the driver panics and drives off-road. Almost. You raise your hand, middle finger extended and take a screeching turn onto some dirt road.

Did you get away? The wizard is certainly distracted, maybe half a mile behind you. If Gwynn can keep...

'That is all I can do, child,' Gwynn says.
'What? I need you to keep him off me!'
'Tsk. I gave you a chance. I am not going to end the chase just to keep you safe.'

Well fuck.

You cannot keep the same sort of speed going on a dirt road, but you keep going ten miles an hour over what you can handle.

The wizard finally makes his turn as well, but you think he is outside the range of his fireballs.

[Your background is Thief: in any city larger than 40 000 people you can find a fence, and potentially connect with the criminal underground through them. You can do burglaries to train your agility and earn money. You also get certain stat bonuses, but I will not be making a character sheet until after this session. Your pact is Fey Pact, and in order to gain magical power you must seal pacts with mortals, to give up portions of their lives to the faerie courts, to give their first-born to the fey, to visit faerie revels, and other pacts. You have $42 cash and a really nice car.]

>Speed up. He would have to be crazy to try to keep up with you if you went any faster.
>Turn around and drive at him, try to make him chicken out and drive past him.
>Offer something to Gwynn for further assistance.
>Other

>>48552379
>>Turn around and drive at him, try to make him chicken out and drive past him.
>Speed up. He would have to be crazy to try to keep up with you if you went any faster.
Live life on the edge!

>>48552379
>Speed up. He would have to be crazy to try to keep up with you if you went any faster.
Making pacts with fae is always a bad idea if you can avoid it, and making yourself a bigger target for the fireball-slinging wizard is literally retarded.

Your options suck donkey dick. Under normal circumstances any one of them would be suicidal, so you decide to choose the one that is most likely to succeed, not the one you are most likely to survive.

So you press down on the gas pedal to see what the old girl is made of.

Roll 1d100 Lower is Better, rolling under 40

Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>48552513
>inb4 nat 100

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>48552513
LIFE IN THE FAST LANE
SURELY MAKE YOU LOSE YOUR MIND

>>48552513
Best of three, nat 100 cancels out all successes, nat 1 is critical success, if both a nat 1 and a nat 100 happens in one roll, the table is flipped and I do the most unlikely thing I can think of.

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>48552513

You accelerate and every foot you drive feels like you're hydroplaning. You are wound tighter than a torturee on the rack, and all of your focus is bent to keeping the old car on the road. You manage, and as you speed ahead, maybe it is hopeful thinking, but you're pretty sure that the wizard is falling behind.

You feel the exhilaration that you sometimes get when avoiding detection by a hair's breadth on a job. All that adrenaline, seeing that the danger is almost over and deciding to throw a party with dopamine. You almost feel good enough to shout out in triumph, but then you hear Gwynn laugh.

No, not laugh. This kind of laughter has its own word. You hear Gwynn cackle.

You dare a quick look at her.

'What are you laughing abo-'

You freeze. You cannot move a muscle. Your foot is frozen pressed down to the floor.

You're going to crash. You're fucking going to crash any moment if you can't get your movement back.

>Ask Gwynn for help.
>This is an attack on your mind. Maybe you can break out of the spell through willpower.
>Other

>>48552712
>>This is an attack on your mind. Maybe you can break out of the spell through willpower.

>>48552712
>>This is an attack on your mind. Maybe you can break out of the spell through willpower.

Goddamned wizards, goddamned hands, goddamned feet, move, move, move!

Roll 1d100, under 20

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>48552750

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>48552750
Fucking Gwynn.

Headed to work, will catch up for sure asap. Glad to see you back.

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>48552712

Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>48552750

'Nnnn! Nnnng!' you shout with gritted teeth.

Gwyn sighs, and the break pedal gets pressed down by invisible force. Clearly the faerie has no idea how inertia or friction works, but your brakes screech terribly, you go into a spin, and start sliding down and away from the road.

'Don't flip, don't flip, don't flip, don't flip,' you think. The wheels on the left side crack, and break off the axle. You feel a severe bump and start flipping over. Something stops the upward momentum and you slide to a stop.

The wizard's car approaches at the same breakneck speed, and you get just the one lucky break of the day. He too fails to control the car, and instead of driving up to you, he turns too suddenly and his European sedan doesn't take it.

It is almost in slow-motion, the right side of his car raises slowly, until it is sideways, and then everything speeds up as the car rolls over again, and again, and again. by the time it stops, it is a mess of squished metal, plastic and it is leaking several fluids.

As it stops, you are released from your paralysis, and start shaking. You aren't going to go anywhere with two wheels, you could call in for rescue, but if the wizard is still alive, you aren't sure you'll be able to fight him, even if he is in as bad a state as you would expect.

>Approach the car. Try to talk to the wizard if he's alive.
>Approach the car. Make sure the wizard isn't getting up.
>Start walking back in the direction of the main road. He's unlikely to catch up to you even if he is alive.
>Other

>>48552956
>Approach the car. Make sure the wizard isn't getting up.

>>48552956
>>Approach the car. Try to talk to the wizard if he's alive.

>>48552956
>Approach the car. Try to talk to the wizard if he's alive.
We're a thief, not a murderer.

>>48552956
>Approach the car. Try to talk to the wizard if he's alive.
We'll regret this.

>>48552956
>Approach the car. Try to sacrafice the wizard to the fae.

Good thing you wore a safety belt. Your shoulder and neck feel like they have been badly bruised, and your whole body feels like it's recovering from a severe cramp. Your jaw especially hurts, like you've had it wired shut.

But nothing is broken. You exhale, take off the belt, and open the door. You all but fall out, but manage to get your feet on the desert ground before the rest of you reaches it.

'Clever,' Gwynn says, as you approach the remains of the wizard's car, 'Make him scream for me, dear!'
'Not going to kill him,' you say, weakly.
At that, Gwynn pouts.
'Oh, whatever. Do what you want, I'm not going to stop you,' she says.

You walk up to the factory-fresh and scrapyard-ready car, and try to open the driver's side door. It comes off without any trouble.

Your mouth fills with saliva, there are just so many bits of the wizard that are supposed to be inside that are outside. Nothing should look so much like a fleshy tube, there should never be this much blood.

You hope the wizard is dead.

He opens his eyes.

'Warlock,' he says, in a weak, wheezing voice, 'What is your name?'

>Mark Blaine
>No way are you going to give him your name
>Write in

>>48553107
Sacrificing people isn't how the fae one works bruh. We do deals, not sacrifices. That's devils you're thinking of.

>>48553140
>>Write in
"Not very polite to ask someones name without telling them yours first."
Also make up a fake name.

>>48553140
>Call me Mark. Is there any way I can help you?

>>48553140
>Write in
You first

>>48553140
>No way are you going to give him your name

'You first,' you say.
'Hah! Leigh Cromwell. Speak yours now.' he says, and has to take a pause, 'Warlock, I would know the name of the man who killed me.'
'I didn't mean to...' You start saying, and feel a presence next to you.
'I don't like your shadow. She smells like honeysuckle and lies,' a voice says.

You turn to the source of the sound and wish you hadn't. Next to you stands something that looks like a petite, scrawny woman in a luminescent green leather suit. When you look at her, you hear the loudest silence you have ever experienced. Your head hurts with it.

Okay, imagine a movie, imagine the scene proceeding as normal, and then suddenly the film cuts to a person, and all the background music, all ambient sound stops, and there is an absolute silence. It was like that, but louder. The only noise you could hear was a terrible tinnitus, and you heard it through your spine.

'If you stare so much, beetles are going to crawl out of your heart,'

>Run and don't look back.
>Try to talk to it.

>>48553362
>>Try to talk to it.
"That's a pretty apt description of her, really"
We should recruit her! Our fae needs a straight man anyways

>>48553140
"Yeah, I'm not that stupid magic man. I may be new to all this crazy shit, but even I know names have power."

>>48553362
>Try to talk to it.
"You do her a disservice; she smells nothing like honeysuckle."

>Also talk to Leigh.
"Call me Mark. Leigh - how much do you not want to die right now?"

>>48553362
>>48553427
>Try to talk to it.
>"You do her a disservice; she smells nothing like honeysuckle."

Supporting this-even if it kills us.

>>48553362
"Well, this was fun. Sorry about your friend there, but he tried to kill me with fire, so..."

And then run back to the car as fast as possible.

'You do her a disservice. She smells nothing like honeysuckle,'
The thing that looks like a girl freezes.
'Ha! Ha! Ha!' She says.
Gwynn is walking towards you.
'I greet you, King,' she says.

You look at Gwynn. Then you feel something wet running down your temples. You run your fingers over the wetness. The venom in Gwynn's words has made your ears bleed. Sure. That makes sense.

'Gwynnie Nude! I once imagined you inside out. Do you remember?'
Gwynn curtsies, 'What brings your highness to these parts?'
'I like playing games. So many shiny pieces move today.'
'I see.'

You hope neither of them will notice, as you turn to Leigh. 'Leigh, how much would you like to-'

'When you say 'take' a piece it means 'destroy'. You cannot actually take a piece from me, aptly-named-one,' the King says.
'Can he not?' Gwynn says.
Instead of answering, the girl that Gwynn called king jumps into the car with Leigh and sticks her head inside the insides of the fallen wizard.

'Bllrbrl mffgn hrfghtn' the King says.

>'Gwynn, what the fuck is that?'
>'Er- Miss. King. What are you doing?'
>Try to kill Leigh before the King does something
>This is much too weird. Run.
>Other

>>48553593
>'Gwynn, what the fuck is that?'

>>48553593
>>'Er- Miss. King. What are you doing?'

>>48553593
>Other

Take pictures.

>>48553593
>>'Gwynn, what the fuck is that?'
then
>'Er- Miss. King. What are you doing?'

>>48553593
>'Gwynn, what the fuck is going on?'
>'Er- Miss. King. What are you doing?'

'Gwynn, what the fuck is that?'
'Sir Mark Blaine, I present to you the Crimson King, Crimson King, Mark Blaine.'
'I mean what the fuck is that?'
'Tsk. It is a thing from beyond the stars. It has no business being here. Only an aspect of the whole thing, or even I would be on the ground praying for death.'
'What is it doing?'
'What does a rabid dog do in a nursery?'
'Miss- Er, Miss King, what are you doing?'
'Mrf- K-ng t-k-s Kngth.'
'I thought you couldn't 'take' pieces.'
She removes her head from the stomach cavity of Leigh.
'You are glue. I am the stars. So many squishy pieces. How do you put yourselves back together?'
'We don't really-'
'Oh! Of course!' She reaches into Leigh's chest, rips out a rib and stabs him in the eye. 'Too much seeing, not enough looking. Good dog!'

Leigh breathes in and screams.

'Good, good boy! Leigh wants Mark-meat?'
'Pardon?'
'Oh! I know this one! Snakeskin, wretch, humbug, aorta.'
'Gwynn?'
'Either we try to kill it or we run. Now.'

>Try to kill it.
>Run.
>Other.

>>48553816
>Run.

>>48553816
>Try to kill it.
We can't run nearly fast enough. Our only hope is to strike while it's still distracted.

>>48553816
>Run.

>>48553816
>>Try to kill it.
I doubt we can outrun it.

>>48553816
>Try to kill it.
Do we have WEPON?
Such as gun? or axe? or knife? or heavy pipe?

>>48553816
>Try to kill it.

I hope our fae freind knows how to set a gas tank on fire.

'We cannot outrun it,' you say.
'Are you a warlock, or a mere mortal?' She says, and conjures a-
'No way, I am not riding that,'
'The thing about virgins is a myth. It is perfectly safe.'
'No, I mean I am not going to ride that. There are some embarrassments worse than death,'
'It is swifter than the wind, it can run farther than any thing made by man, it is a beast of legend and you are afraid of LOOKING SILLY?'

>Ride the unicorn away from here.
>Hit the star-god with a tire-iron

>>48553948
>>Hit the star-god with a tire-iron

>>48553948
>Ride the unicorn away from here.

>>48553948
>Ride the unicorn away from here.
*sigh*
*pinch bridge of nose*
*repress memories*
AAAALLLWAYS

>>48553948
>Ride the unicorn away from here.

>>48553948
>>Hit the star-god with a tire-iron
RIP mc

>>48553948
>Ride the unicorn away from here.
Only because you asked so nicely, Gwynn.

'God fucking damn me,' you say
'Likely already has. Get on my unicorn, what was the word, ah yes, bitch.' Gwynn says
'Mark Blaine! I shall hunt you, wherever you go I shall hunt you. To the peaks of the highest mountains, to the depths of the the deepest trenches! You will not escape!' Leigh shouts.
'Bark! Rar! Arf!' The Crimson King says.

The Unicorn picks up speed. And fucking hell is it going faster than you have ever gone.

'And it STOPS when I tell it to STOP,' Gwynn says, as if reading your mind.
'Are they following us?'
Gwynn focuses for a moment.
'No. Whatever the goal of the King, killing us right now doesn't seem to be a part of it.'
'God damn. How unlucky of a day is this?'
'Child. The Crimson King is hardly the only dangerous thing in our world. You were going to meet something sooner or later.'
'Like what?'
'Demons, of course, but they don't usually pick on their equals. Louis Cypher, if you catch my meaning, is supposed to be in America. The Viking gods are making a bit of a comeback. And, of course, you should beware the enforcers of the Circle, like your buddy Leigh was. There are more, but the point is, I am only here to see how long you last, not to make you a king of anything.'
'Can't I just avoid all of this?'
'A delicious morsel under my protection? No, I think not. I am sure there is already a long line of people that want to kill you or make you theirs.'
'Great. Fucking great. What's next?'
Gwynn grins.
'You wanted to go to Vegas. I know a place.'

>'Elaborate. Please.'
>'Fair enough. Tell me more about your kind.'
>'No offence, but is there any way for me to get out of this.'
>'So, how worried should I be about Leigh?'
>Other

Choose no more than two.

>>48554144
>>'Fair enough. Tell me more about your kind.'
>>'Elaborate. Please.'
We're already in deep. Might as well embrace the insanity, or we'll go mad.

>>48554144
>'Elaborate. Please.'
>'There's obviously no easy way I can get out of this. How do I learn how to fight back?'

>>48554144
>'Elaborate. Please.'
>'So, how worried should I be about Leigh?'

>>48554144
>>'So, how worried should I be about Leigh?'

Guys, more about fae should be more important than elaborating, We need more background knowledge or we're gonna get blindsided by something eventually

>>48554144
>'Fair enough. Tell me more about your kind.'

>>48554144
>'Elaborate. Please.'
>'Fair enough. Tell me more about your kind.'

>>48554144
>Other
You wanna have a shotgun wedding?

>>48554221
I assume elaborating will tell us what we're actually heading headfirst into in Vegas right now, which is probably something we want to know as well.

>>48554144
>elaborate
>how worried

'I can feel in my back that you have some questions. I should say up front that a pure maiden such as myself isn't going to wed a mortal merely because he sold his soul to me,' Gwynn says. Fucking adrenaline.
'Lady Gwynn, you said you know a place in Vegas. Could you elaborate?'
'Only enough so that you are still confused, but I do love that game ever so much. It is a deep place of chance where the fallen meet. A dank corner in the spirit of the city. Gomorrah of the witching kind. A place of gathering that always wins.'
'I don't care about how you keep underestimating my intelligence. So, it's a casino?'
'Something like that, yes. But then, nothing like it at all. There are chances to test your luck, child, certainly.'
'Very well. May I ask another question?'
'One more, and so it is!'
'Right. Can you tell me of your kind? The faeries?'
'Tsk. I would rather not, but alas, I said I would. There are four seasonal courts. I am, of course, of Winter. We love mortals for their eternal struggle towards beauty and for their eternal capability for violence. You would be an embarrassment to me were I to take you to court today. But I am certain you are able to achieve a degree of beauty if you apply yourself.

[Aside from the usual means, you can improve your standing with the Faerie Courts and Gwynn by spending time to make yourself more good-looking]

>Offer to exchange question for question for further answers.
>Proceed in silence
>Other

>>48554395
>>Offer to exchange question for question for further answers.
Fae like games, time to up our social link?

>>48554395
>Offer to exchange question for question for further answers.

>>48554395
>Offer to exchange question for question for further answers.

>>48554395
>>Proceed in silence
a cemetery or morgue? "test your luck" doesn't really fit though...

>>48551561
>late for the party
Fuck

'Care to make a game out of it? Question for question?'
'And answer for answer? Clever child. I never could say no to a game. If you lie, i will cut your eyelids off,' Gwynn says, with genuine cheer in her voice.
'Alright, would you like to go first?'
'Yes I would! What will be your second question?'
'How worried should I be about Leigh?'
'Hmm. Imagine someone, say, killed your mother. Right now, with all of the power at your disposal. You should be exactly as worried as the person that might have killed your mother in this hypothetical should be. What was your first love?'

>Write-in

>>48554515
Not even a third-way done. I'm going to try to go to bump limit, and so far we're on schedule.

>>48554525
>Thievery

>>48554525
>>48554543
>Thievery

>>48554525
>A girl in high school. Her name was Megan. We broke up after about two months, though.
We discovered that we loved thievery more around that time.

>>48554525
>a gathering of friends. Why steal if I have no one to brag to about it after?

>>48554525
>redheaded baby sitter

>>48554624
First love, not greatest.

>>48554631
Backing.

You laugh.
'I think you're going to be disappointed. I did date a girl called Megan in high school. But she made me choose between her and thievery. That was when I realized I loved larceny more than any woman. So, thievery's my answer.'
Gwynn laughs.
'I would not be disappointed at an unusual truth. Curious. Very curious. Yes, you have always known that everything in the world belongs to you, but for the taking. I can relate.'
She falls silent and it takes a few moments before you realize that she is waiting for you to ask a question.

'I know I cannot escape this pact, nor this world opened up to me now. How do I learn to survive here.'
'Seek out knowledge. Knowledge is power, and do not let anyone tell you otherwise. That said, having more magic shall not ever hurt, and for that you should make deals on my behalf. The trick is that the thing that you ask for should always be too much for your comfort. If you are happy to make the deal there is no sacrifice in it for you. What do you fear most?'

>Write-in [also write-in another question]
>End the game

>>48554631
>>48554525
Decent answer.

>>48554680
You

>>48554680
>What do you fear most?'
Becoming a prisoner. I'd rather die than lose my freedom.
I will leave the question to someone else

>>48554680
>Losing, getting caught, that sort of thing
Alternatively:
>The fucking ocean, holy shit

>>48554680
You having power like my greatest fear over me

>>48554680
>Helplessness. Most men fear the unknown, but the cold certainty that nothing can be done is far worse for me.

>>48554680
>>48554720
>>48554723
Shit, change to this
>You having power like my greatest fear over me
It's too good.

>>48554723
next question would be what is your second greatest fear.

>>48554680
>>48554717
>>48554735
these

>>48554757
But we made her work for it at least.

So we can laugh at her, and immediately stop when she gives a us an angry glare

>>48554723
Her having such leverage over us is very much like losing our freedom, so it works for both.

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>>48554757
That'd be simple. Fucking geese.

Like, holy shit, have you seen those things? I bet even Gwynn's scared shitless of them.

>>48554680
Prision rape

>>48554757
Bam, extra question gained with no real effort. She'll appreciate the sneakyness bro. She's a fuckin' fae.

>>48554801
Except that we have to answer truthfully; we'd only be able to say that if it is indeed our greatest fear. Therefore, there is no sneakiness there.

>>48554820
Yes, except she'd have to waste a second question on getting our second greatest fear, helplessness.
Plus, my greatest fear would sure as fuck truthfully be a goddamned fae knowing my greatest fear. Like, holy shit, those guys are *terrifying*

'Right now? You, knowing my greatest fear.'
'Clever,' She says, dryly, 'But I see that you mean that having your choice taken away from you is the true fear underneath the clever words. Nonetheless, I appreciate it. Your turn.'
'Uh, last one, I think. Can you tell me what you know about the other, er, factions?'
'I have told you much of what I know. The demons are beasts of chaos and indulgence. Piety and charity would be the quickest way to make enemies of them. Indulgence and cruelty would get you their favor, but I wouldn't like you indulging in your whims as much as they like, or you are likely to become as ugly as they are. The Crimson King makes no sense to me, I cannot tell you anything but that it is insane. The Devil is a trickster. He is harmless, really, unless one of his followers decides to sacrifice you for them. He likes the game more than the outcome, and I can relate with that, but he cares for death more than I do. There are others, but none of them are worth talking about in depth. So, the game is over, I assume.'

>No, ask your question. [write-in a question you'd like to know an answer to.
>I guess it is. Are we there yet?
>I have no more questions, but I do not think we are even, you can ask one more.
>Other

>>48554907
>>I guess it is. Are we there yet?

>>48554907
>I have no more questions, but I do not think we are even, you can ask one more.

>>48554907
>>I have no more questions, but I do not think we are even, you can ask one more.
Show gratitude and up our social link, gain her favor, man

>>48554940
>>48554943
>letting her walk all over us
This isn't how you deal with the fay

>>48554907
>If you say it is.
If she ends the game of her own accord while she's down one, so be it. A thief will not pass the chance to get something for nothing. But we give her one chance not to rob herself.

>>48554967
>Owing her a favour
That's even more goddamn retarded bro
You honestly gonna try to tell me she isn't gonna remember? Do you even fair folk?

>>48554982
+1

'If you say it is over...' you say.
'Cautious of you. Good, you might even last the week! No, I shall not keep count of every one little question. I am meticulous about such things, but I answered the first questions willingly. If you do not wish to proceed with the game I shall take no offense.'
'In that case, I am done with my questions and with the game.'
'There shall be many more times you will be desperate for knowledge. No need to push yourself quite yet.'
'So, how long is it going to take us to get there?'
'Child, who do you think I am? We will be there midnight sharp.'

>Proceed to midnight.
>Other points of conversation
>Other actions

>>48555076
>>Other points of conversation

>>48555076
>Other points of conversation
What does she think of Earth? What does she think of us? How might we improve? Why a unicorn, of all things?

>>48555076
Wait how do normal people see us riding the unicorn? What kind of illusion are you using?

>>48555076
>>Other points of conversation

>>48555268
She's a fae. I doubt anyone can see us right now. At all. Like, the whole fair folk deal is 'fuck you your sense don't matter'.

>>48555147
'So, how do you like Earth?' you say.
'I thought we were done with questions.'
'You do not have to answer if you do not want to.'
'Mmm. Well, I will tell you that there is a very core misunderstanding in your question.'
'Will you tell me what it is?'
'No, I will not, not for free. I would like to see where this mistake might lead you.'
You ride for a while in silence.
'So, how do I rate among your marks?'
'It is starting to feel an awful lot like you do want to proceed with the game after all,'
'Just making conversation. Hell, you can make no response at all, the silence annoys me is all.'
'Ah, well. I do not care enough about you to have an opinion yet.'
'Mhm. Unicorn? Why?'
'Love, you really need to get over your prejudices. People in the know would sell their souls for the privilege of having the use of one.'
'Right. Well, is there anything you'd like to talk about for the rest of the trip?'
'Music. I do not know what has happened to mortal music since, what was it? David Bowie? Of course he was quite the star in the courts, but what has happened since?'
'Oh boy, where do I start...'

You ride, and you talk about music for hours and strangely you never run out of things to say. You are not even that into music, you know what you like, but prodded by Gwynn's question you find strange aspects of the specifics of your taste that you are unsure you ever knew existed.

You reach Las Vegas, and perhaps are not very surprised that no one seems to pay much heed to a man and a woman on a unicorn. Maybe there is some glamour at work to make you unnoticed, but maybe it's just Vegas. You ride down the strip.

'Left now,' Gwynn says.
'But there is nothing left of-' you start, and then you notice the alley that certainly did not exist. You ride down it, until you reach the front of a particularly strange looking casino. The neon sign in front of it says 'Neon Elvii' Over the sign there is a giant roulette wheel, [cont.]

>>48555076
Where'd we start from? and what time did we start? I'm just wonder how fast we're going right now.

>>48555327
>The fae like david bowie
And here I was almost regretting our choice. Clearly the fair folk have the best of taste.

>>48555327
and there is a man, an Elvis impersonator tied to the wheel. He is sweating and red in the face, but not screaming, or struggling.

'Here we are, child. I should make you look proper for this place,' Gwynn says.

>'No, I have my own style going on.' [You are currently wearing a dusty, torn and wrinkled black suit, simple sunglasses and aching for a cigarette].
>'If you say so, do what you would.'
>'Who's that man on the roulette wheel? Can we help him?'
>Other

>>48555377
>'No, I have my own style going on.' [You are currently wearing a dusty, torn and wrinkled black suit, simple sunglasses and aching for a cigarette].

>>48555377
>Other
What is considered proper for this place?

>>48555377
>>'If you say so, do what you would.'

>>48555377
>>'If you say so, do what you would.'
>I reserve veto powers though

>>48555377
>'No, I have my own style going on.' [You are currently wearing a dusty, torn and wrinkled black suit, simple sunglasses and aching for a cigarette].

'What exactly is considered proper for this place?'
'Oh, don't be such a baby.' Gwynn walks up to you, makes a dusting-off motion and you feel a sincere shift in your clothing. You look down.

It is rather hard to describe. First, take the flowing silken robes of the elves in the Lord of The Ring movies. Deep greens, and browns, threaded with silver. Then add rhinestone patterns on your chest and just about everywhere else you could glue rhinestones on.

A terrible premonition strikes you, and you check your hair. It is no longer, but as much of it as you have is done up in the best approximation of a pompadour that could be reached with your own hair.

'The proprietor of the place has a rather specific taste. And, of course, everyone should know that you are with me.'

>No. No way. You are not going as elven Elvis.
>Fucking faeries. Fine, you're not going to waste more time on this.
>Huh. This actually looks kind of cool. Way out there, but cool.
>Suggest some minor alterations.
>Other

>>48555617
>>Suggest some minor alterations.
NO FUCKING POMPADOUR. I refuse to keep a shit hair

>>48555617
>>Huh. This actually looks kind of cool. Way out there, but cool.
Keep the pompadour, at all costs

>>48555645
+1

>>48555617
>Be honest - is the main reason we're here just to fuck with me?
>Fuck it, let's just get this over with.

>>48555617
>Suggest some minor alterations.

>>48555617
>Then why is that impersonator being punished like that?

'Be honest. Are you here just to fuck with me?'
'No, but it is a part of it.'
'Whatever, just get my hair back to normal.'
'Mortal men and their hair.'
'No fucking pompadours.'
'Fine, fine,' she says and waves her hand. Well, you'll just have to deal with it.

>Go inside
>Other

>>48555743
>>Go inside

>>48555743
>>Go inside

>>48555743
>>Go inside
Ugh, pansy-asses can't see the glory of a goddamned pompadour.

Also:
>Letting people know on sight your contracted to a fucking fae
>A being known for trickery, cheating, and lying
>In a CASINO
I mean, I get all races are tricksy assholes, but fair folk are the *worst*

>>48555743
>>Go inside

'Should I really be going there under your colors? Your people aren't exactly known for their straight-forward dealings and honesty,'
'Child, the Devil plays dice in the Elvii every Sunday morning. In the true game going on in there, there is no such thing as cheating,' Gwynn says with a smile.
'So, I shouldn't play the games?'
'How good are you at sleight of hand?'
'Decent enough, I suppose.'
'You should be better before you take that chance. Shall we?'
'Sure.'

You enter the establishment, the bouncer- and you are not at all sure that he's human- looks like he is about to give you trouble, but seeing your companion he takes a deep bow and lets you pass without question.

You enter the Neon Elvii and you understand what the name means within a second.

There used to be a lot of neon in the 80s and the 90s. Then it sort of disappeared. Now you know where all of it went. The light is almost nauseating, pipes of neon lining every surface, every table, every open space that you could fit it. And on the ceiling, faces look down on you. You can, just about, recognize the King on just about all of them. The other king. Not the king that wanted to kill you or something. The King, y'know.

Damn it. You mean Elvis.

Just as you start comprehending the decor, you start noticing the clientele and, if anything, they are stranger than the place itself. Men in small latex suits with captain's hats led about by demons of different sorts. Women, standing tall, in their own normal street clothes. On the far side of the room you see a, well, a pack of burly men in neon lined suits and neon lined viking helmets bearing actual axes.

Once you get over the initial shock, you realize that most of the people here are in fact wearing reasonably normal clothes. There are plenty of people in suits here, and plenty more in just about every type of street clothes. The game tables are served by relatively normal looking croupiers, [cont]

>>48556022
The bartender and the waitresses are just about what you'd expect from a high-end casino. The absolute strangeness of some of the patrons simply draws your eye to them, so much so that at first this place appears to be populated entirely by weirdos and psychos.

Directly opposite the door there sits a chair. You really want to think it's a chair, but it is obviously a throne. Atop it sits a skeleton, dressed in a leather jacket and trousers, a cigarette smoldering in its jaw.

>'Gwynn, why the fuck are we here?'
>'Gwynn, what's with the skeleton?'
>'Gwynn, who's in charge here?'
>Go talk to one of the groups of people around you.
>Play one of the games
>

>>48556093
>>'Gwynn, why the fuck are we here?'
Do not, under any circumstances, play any of the games at all.
The skeleton is Elvis, isn't he.

>>48556093
>>'Gwynn, why the fuck are we here?'
>>'Gwynn, what's with the skeleton?'
no games plz

'Lady Gwynn?'
'Yes, Mark?'
'Would you mind answering a question, if you please?'
'Of course,'
'What the fuck?'
'Pardon?'
'Why are we here? What's with the skeleton? What the actual fuck?'
'Oh? I did not really know this place to be any stranger than any mortal establishment,'
'No shit. Seriously, why are we here?'
'It is a safe place. Well, relatively safe. Fights started outside of here cannot be continued inside, and fights started in here must be taken outside.'
'I mean what the fuck, who are all these people?'
'Magical talents of all sorts, ones that must escape the notice of the Circle, or just those that want to take a bit of a risk.'
'So, that skeleton?'
'Ah, that's the owner,' she says, and as soon as she does, the cigarette burns brighter, smoke gets inhaled, somehow, and then it escapes through the seams in the jacket.
'Lady Gwynn?'
'Yes, child?'
'That's not-'
'Oh, Lords and Ladies no. As far as I know he got an express ride. Up or Down I do not know, but he was out of this world moments after he died. The Proprietor merely enjoys the image.'
'Huh.'
'You sound disappointed.'
'Well, you know, when everything is fucking unbelievable, one thing making a sort of sense kind of gets you out of it,'
'Ah. A mortal thing.'
'Right, but we cannot stay here long, right?'
'How much money do you have.'
'Forty two dollars.'
'Ah. I dare say, we can stay here until someone finds that out.'
'Then what?'
'Then we are out in deep sea without a paddle. We should make an arrangement with the proprietor.'

>Walk right over.
>Ask Gwynn if the games are safe. If yes, try to make some money.
>Pick some pockets, just in case you need the cash.
>Other

>>48556390
>>Ask Gwynn if the games are safe. If yes, try to make some money.
Fuck it, let's live life on the edge.

>>48556390
>>Pick some pockets, just in case you need the cash.
time to put our thief skill to use!

'Gwynn, are the games safe?'
'Safe enough, the worst you can lose on this floor is your money.'
'Maybe I can try to get a bit more money before we walk over and talk to Skeletor Junior.'
'Mark, you should really give some respect to the host.'
'Is that some sort of a magical rule?'
'No. It is polite.'
'Right, I'm off to the Blackjack table,'
'Well, dear, you hardly have much to lose, now do you? Don't take too long, we should really find ourselves somewhere safe to stay before the night is over.'
'Just a few hands,' you say.

You do not feel obliged to mention what you are planning to do on your way to the table.

Roll 2d100. 1. Pickpocket under 40 2. Counting cards under 30

Rolled 54, 4 = 58 (2d100)

>>48556977

Rolled 22, 1 = 23 (2d100)

>>48556977

>>48556977
Dice+2d100

Rolled 28, 85 = 113 (2d100)

>>48556977

>>48556977

>>48557044
Options field annon.

>>48557065
dice without a capital D annon.

>>48557041
crap- wait, this is roll under.
eyy

...These people are the perfect marks. Nobody here expects to be swindled, robbed, or taken advantage of in any way. They think they have the protection of this establishment, but they believe it so hard that they forget that you have to get caught before the casino can do anything to you.

On your way to the table you empty a few pockets. The trick is to put the wallet back in after you've taken only half of the money out. You double your money, and then go for an even hundred before you've even reached the table.

These drunk bastards will never even know that they got taken.

Then, at the table, you get to work. Counting cards was never really your thing, but you pick shit up, right? No one, fucking no one dares so much as play clever at the table. And you've got to admit, you are getting lucky. It takes you a dozen hands to triple your money again, you have three hundred dollars and it didn't even take you an hour.

After one of your winning hands you raise your fist to the air and shout 'Woooo!', but everyone else seems to have gone silent. You turn back on an instinct, and see a skull three inches away from your face.

'Smoke?' the skeleton says.
'Thank you,' you say.
'Good game, well played. It's so rare to see someone do this crap right.'
'Ah, thank you,'
'So, a new face in my manor. Who are you then?'

The skeleton speaks with a strange, raspy, and of course, bone-dry voice.

>'I am here with Lady Gwynn, new, ah, contractor,'
>'I'm Mark Blaine. Pleasure to meet you, sir.'
>'Well, I sure as hell didn't choose these clothes, if you know what I mean.'
>Other

>>48557238
>'I am here with Lady Gwynn, new, ah, contractor,'
>'I'm Mark Blaine. Pleasure to meet you, sir.'

>>48557238
>>'I am here with Lady Gwynn, new, ah, contractor,'
>>'I'm Mark Blaine. Pleasure to meet you, sir.'

>>48557238
>>'I am here with Lady Gwynn, new, ah, contractor,'

>>48557238
>>'I'm Mark Blaine. Pleasure to meet you, sir.'
>'I am here with Lady Gwynn, new, ah, contractor,'
Looks like we made the mistake of doing too well at a casino. Oops.

'Mark Blaine, sir. I'm a new contractor with Lady Gwynn,'
'Gwynn, eh? Come to regret it yet?' he (?) laughs, 'Don't mind me, I'm sure you're clever enough. light?'
'Huh?' you'd almost forgotten the cigarette between your fingers, 'Oh, thank you.'
'Never mind, kid,' he says, and snaps his bone fingers, and a blue ghost-light appears an inch above them. You light your cigarette. You know not to be a dick to the boss, 'This is... Some establishment you're running.'
'Like it? Oh why do I even ask, of course you love it! The Neon Elvii is the finest casino this side of mortality. Just here for the games, or should we talk with the Lady?'

>'Do you have some rooms? I would very much like to rent one.'
>'It's embarrassing really. I'm new to the town and don't know a good place to stay. A safe place, if you know what I mean.'
>'We should really talk to the lady, when you have the time.'
>'Just here for the tables, but I think the lady wanted to talk to you.'
>Other

>>48557454
>>'We should really talk to the lady, when you have the time.'

>>48557454
>>'It's embarrassing really. I'm new to the town and don't know a good place to stay. A safe place, if you know what I mean.'
>>'We should really talk to the lady, when you have the time.'

You leave the cards on the table, and turn away from it.
'Yeah, I got carried away, we were meant to go and introduce ourselves. Or, I should have been introduced to you, seeing as you already know the Lady,'
'Always a pleasure to hear from the courts. Well, that's a fucking lie, but hey, I choose to be an optimist, sue me.'
'Right,'
'So, what is this talk going to be about then?'
'It's embarrassing, really. I'm new to town and don't really have a place to stay. Safe place, if you know what I mean.'
'I see. Anything specific you need to be safe from?'

>Deflect
>Answer Honestly
>Stall until you get to Gwynn

>>48557647
>>Answer Honestly

>>48557647
>Stall until you get to Gwynn

>>48557647
>>Answer Honestly

We haven't actually angered anyone in particular. It should be fine.

'Well, we ran into some trouble,'
'Sure, sure, that happens to newbies. Some ghouls? The Circle send someone to investigate? Piss off a Chaos Viking?'
'The Circle is what started it, we were on the run from them when shit really went down,'
'Boy, are you telling me that the Circle isn't your biggest problem?'
'Well, it's really not a problem. Pretty sure that the Circle guy is resigned right now.'

You are walking towards Gwynn. You have no read on this guy. His lack of facial expressions makes it even harder to read him than it should be.

'Must be something serious then,'
'Sure thing. So, if it's not impolite, or something, could I ask..'
'About the fleshless nature of my being?'
'Yeah, that,' sure, whatever to drag this out.
'Not at all, I like telling the story. I got bit by a zombie in the sixteen sixties. I know what you're thinking, Zombies, right? Slow, stupid, all about brains. Well, let me tell you, brains get old faster than you'd think. And then you realize that all that flesh inside your own noggin is holding you back, see, you are run by magic, but there's all of that brainmeat in the way, so... Ah, Lady Gwen, I hear that you wanted to speak to me.'
'Master Ash. A pleasure to meet you, as always.'
'So, I hear your kid is on the run,'
'I only wish it were so. The truth is, I am as much on the run as he is.' Gwynn says.
'What?' Ash says,
'What!' You exclaim.
'The Crimson King is no joke. You are the only person in the area that could keep us safe long enough to plan a counterattack.'
'Shit on a shit sandwich, Gwynn, the King... If we weren't friends, I'd tell you to call the whole living thing off. Biased, I know, but you sure have a knack for enemies.'
'So, can you help us?'
'Do me a favor,'
'What is it?'
'Nope, you get your room after you agree, then you hear the terms,' Master Ash says.
'Well, it's not really my choice right at the moment.Mark?
>That is how you get killed. Find someone else
>It's not like you have a choice. Agree.

>>48558055
>>It's not like you have a choice. Agree.
I suspect there are few other options, with none of them any less risky

>>48558055
>>It's not like you have a choice. Agree.

>>48558055
>It's not like you have a choice. Agree.

>>48558055
>It's not like you have a choice. Agree.

'Do you think we have another good choice?' You say.
'This establishment is a rather obvious place to hide in, but that is because it is by far the safest. I certainly cannot think of anywhere better,' Gwynn says.
'In that case, I do not see that we have a choice. I agree,' you say.
'Good,' Ashes eye-sockets glow with an orange light for a second, 'Shake on it.'
You do and you feel a searing pain in your hand. It is gone as soon as it began, and you are left confused more than hurt. You look at your palm and see a skull and crossbones scorched on it.
'That won't stop the Crimson bastard, but it might help out to negotiate peacefully with some lower goons,'
'About that favor?' You say.
'Straight to business, eh? Very good, it's not all too fancy. There is a place next doors. A stupid, garish, ostentatious casino, not even worth the name. And it just so happens that I want to expand my business.'
'So, you want us to take it over for you?'
'It is all but done. Just need to get rid of the current owner. Kill him, get him to sign one of you pacts, scare him away- but if you do, make sure it's for good- whatever, just make sure he's gone.'
'Sounds a little straight-forward, considering.'
'A bullet flies straight forward. Let us just say I do not want to expose any of my employees to any needless risk.'
'When do you need it done by?'
'You've a little time. You just got here, so I don't want you starting to start scheming and skulking about right away. Give it three days before you start. Then be done in ten more. Sounds good?' Ash says.
'Uh,'
'Doesn't matter. That is what you are going to do. You can move in now. Any bags you need moved to your room?'
'Not really.'
'Let's get going then.

Master Ash leads you to an elevator and gets in with you.

'You know, I love neon, but getting away from it for a few minutes is always a joy. You'll be staying on the thirteenth floor, along with the other long-term visitors. Do not hesitate to ask for anything.' [cont]

>>48558470
He leads you to your room in silence. The thirteenth floor is almost shockingly pedestrian. Red carpet, moss green walls, simple brown doors.

Ash opens the door to your room, and it is a nice, simple place, with a king-size bed and several couches, a TV and a bathroom with a bath and shower.

'It is a shame that I have to keep the thirteenth floor rooms so boring. Oh well, I guess you are not exactly in the position to argue aesthetics,'
'Indeed, Master Ash, this will be more than sufficient. Thank you,' Gwynn says.
'Hey, you're the ones doing me a favor. Now, good-bye, I've a business to run. Feel free to try to hire anyone from this floor, if you can afford their fees.'

With that, he leaves you and Gwynn in the room 1307 of the Neon Elvii Casino Hotel.

'So, what now?' You say.
'Rest. Think of what you are doing tomorrow, we have a few more days before we need to start working.'

You fall prone into the king size bed, not caring much about sleeping arrangements. If Gwynn wants this amazingly soft bed she can damned well share.

You are at a moment safe, and for the first time in what feels like forever, in a position to make future plans. Priorities,

>You need to arm yourself, and you have enough cash to buy a simple handgun. You can probably find someone that could get you an untraceable one in the city.
>Even with your winnings, you just don't have the cash to do proper preparation. Do a job to make some money. It would have to be rushed, but Vegas is as much suburbs as it is the Strip, and Suburbs are fairly easy pickings.
>Talk to your neighbors. Maybe you could do this on your own, or with Gwynn, but having a larger team always makes every move safer.
>Get your car back. It is a goddamned piece of art and you are not going to leave it to rust in the desert.
>Get into contact with the local outfit, they're not what they used to be, but there is still plenty of organized crime going on in the city.
>Other

>>48558673
>>Get into contact with the local outfit, they're not what they used to be, but there is still plenty of organized crime going on in the city.
Pay dues, find fence ect ect

>>48558673
>>Even with your winnings, you just don't have the cash to do proper preparation. Do a job to make some money. It would have to be rushed, but Vegas is as much suburbs as it is the Strip, and Suburbs are fairly easy pickings.
>Get your car back. It is a goddamned piece of art and you are not going to leave it to rust in the desert.
>Get into contact with the local outfit, they're not what they used to be, but there is still plenty of organized crime going on in the city.
the car can wait a little while, but not too long

>>48558673
>Even with your winnings, you just don't have the cash to do proper preparation. Do a job to make some money. It would have to be rushed, but Vegas is as much suburbs as it is the Strip, and Suburbs are fairly easy pickings.
>Get into contact with the local outfit, they're not what they used to be, but there is still plenty of organized crime going on in the city.
>Get your car back. It is a goddamned piece of art and you are not going to leave it to rust in the desert.

>>48558673
>>Get your car back. It is a goddamned piece of art and you are not going to leave it to rust in the desert.
>Other
Find some down-on-his luck dude and practice making a fey bargain to increase your power. Don't wanna have your first time being with your target and find out you can't get it up, so-to-speak

A lot of shit to do, not a lot of time to do it. What else is new, right? It looks like one way or another, you'll be getting on the shadier side of the law one way or another, so you should call your buddy Rick and see what he knows about the locals. You could do a quick burglary, or buy a gun, but in some cities the gang types get really touchy about that sort of a thing. You guess it wouldn't hurt to do a quick check-in with the local amateur repossession enthusiast union. Hell, maybe they even have someone that could tow your car.

It hurts leaving your car behind, but it's not really a day one priority. Hell, with your face-changing glamour and this being god damned Las Vegas, you can probably drive any car you want straight off a lot, but you'd managed to already get attached to the old Ford.

You barely want to think about what sort of a freakshow might be living in the rooms neighboring yours, and so you leave that as a last resort option, and you sure as hell hope you aren't going to have to shoot anybody, so that can be avoided for now as well.

Your thoughts start getting circular, then nonsensical, and then you sleep. You are awoken by the sound of flowing water, Gwynn must be in the shower. Huh, you'd assumed she just didn't get dirty.

>Call your buddy first thing.
>Wait for Gwynn and talk strategy.
>Other

>>48558941
>>Call your buddy first thing.

>>48558941
>>Call your buddy first thing.

>>48558941
>Call your buddy first thing.

You walk out into the hallway. You aren't going to use your own phone to make this call. Sure, you're probably not monitored, but 'probably' gets you caught. You expect to have to walk down to reception, but it seems that there is a payphone up here as if specifically left there for your needs.

It really doesn't seem to fit. Hell, you are surprised you did not notice it last night.

Your suit is back to a normal, if badly misused one. But you figure, hell, a torn suit is basically the morning uniform of Las Vegas.

You walk up to the payphone, drop a few quarters in, and dial a number.

It takes six rings before a groggy voice answers.

'Chicago Municipal Sperm Bank, You Jack it We Pack it,'
'Hiya cousin,' you say.
'Hey man, how are you doing?'
'Same old, same old, haven't had any time to go bowling lately, but I'm still on the team,'
'No shit? Just what I wanted to talk about.'
'Really? Didn't think you bowled anymore. The League hasn't heard from you in months,'
'That's cause I moved. I'm in Vegas right now.'
'No shit, well bowling's fucking great there if you know the right lanes,'
'I can imagine. Just interested if there is a League I need to join.'
'Sure, real hard-asses too. Think they need to know about every bowler in town.'
'Know how I can get a hold of them?'
'Pff, man, I am in Chicago, you know. Just about as far as you can get from where you are now. Best I can do is send you to a sports store, see if you can find out there,'
'Good enough,'
He gives you an address.
'Thanks, cuz. Good luck, keep hitting strikes,'
'If I ever stop, everyone will hear about it, knowing my luck,'
'Bye,'
'Bye,'

So that's that. Good thing you called, you wouldn't want to get the local outfit on your ass in addition to everything else.

>It'll be better if you go alone, Gwynn would stick out like a sore thumb. Head straight to the fence.
>Wait for Gwynn in the lobby, go together.

>>48559143
>>Wait for Gwynn in the lobby, go together.
We're a crime-causing duo!
We're the straight man

>>48559143
>>Wait for Gwynn in the lobby, go together.

>>48559143
>>Wait for Gwynn in the lobby, go together.

Reasoning that two heads are better than one, and that it's a good idea to have a magical being of unknown but significant power with you in case shit goes down, you take the elevator down and wait in the lobby.

The place looks a lot more civilized at this hour. The main lights are on, and while so is the neon, it is not nearly as nauseating as it was last night. The floors are not sticky, not even next to the bar, proving beyond doubt that some serious magic is at work here.

There are some people leftover from the last night, lounging around, and there are a few people who you assume to be residents eating breakfast at a corner set aside for the meal.

It looks as if any of it made any sense.

You sit there and people-watch for less than half an hour, when Gwynn joins you.

'So, what is the plan, exactly?'
'You know I'm a thief, right?'
'Of course, you've told me as much yourself.'
'Well, we are going to go see a man that could get us in touch with some people that might know a thing or two about operating outside the law, as it were.'
'Fascinating, shall we?'
'Wait, you cannot wear that.'
'Are you actually trying to get back at me for the robes? I will have you know that no mortal clothier could make you a finer suit,'
'That's not it, you just kind of stand out,'
'Thank you. That is rather the point,'
'Yeah, but where we are going it is really not a good idea to stand out.'
'Child, if I cared about what mortals think of me, I would scarcely have time to get anything done,'
'It is not about that, you need to....'

And here ends the first chapter of Urban Warlock Quest.

The next game shall be same time, same place next week.

I am @DeadQM on Twitter, you can follow me there for any schedule updates.

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>>48559382
I've not asked for votes in a long time, but it'd help me gauge the interest if you did vote for the first chapter if you enjoyed it.

>>48559382
Thanks for running.
cousin, Let's go bowling!

>>48559382
Thanks for running! Was pretty interesting/fun

>>48559382
Thanks for running Dead

thread-go-up

>>48562564
it's dead jim, no bump needed.

Got home and immediately read the thread. You've got my interest for sure, Dead. Looking forward to more.