>>396714
>Turn off the engine and stay still.

>>396714
>>Turn off the engine and stay still.

>>396714
>>Quickly tie all your gear around you with rope.

Was it ore like a metallic rumble or more like a beats one?

>>396920
(Bestial.)

>Turn off the engine and stay still.
Lets see what it is

>>396926
thank you

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>>396742
>>396836
>>396948
Running over to the engine, you shut it off and freeze. You try to slow your breathing as you wait. Gradually, you see something rising out of the water: a tentacle. Another one surfaces, and it’s not long before more follow. Forming a ring around your boat, they surround you as the waves rock your body back and forth.

You hear a groan, an echoing cry that could reach the mountains afar.

Then the tentacles come crashing down straight onto you. You hold tightly to your bag and sword as it lands. The boat is smashed into pieces, pieces of metal and wood dancing in the water as your eyes focus on the beast below.

Shrouded in darkness, a gargantuan squid gapes its maw. A growing spot of black is on its body, eating away at its tentacles and face. It’s rot, and in the center of it all is a harpoon with a torn rope attached.

A booming voice ripples through the water. “Helios…? Help me…”

[Roll 1d100, average of 3]
>Put it out of its misery.
>Pull the harpoon out
>Try to talk to it.
>Write-in.

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>397060
Pull the harpoon out and explain we have amnesia. And are dead.

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>397060
>>Try to talk to it.
Ask if he wants to be put down, I can't imagine pulling out the harpoon being very safe. Unless he tells us to pull it out.

>>397060
>>Try to talk to it.
What the hell happened?

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>397060
>Pull the harpoon out

>>397146
>>397169
(Nice.)

>>397169
WHY

OP pls use deleted roll it was 36 for pull it out

Well thats my fault :-(
Never gonna earse anything

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>>397200
I hope you've learned your lesson.

>>397194
Lol, my last roll in this quest was a 99 disallowed by OP because it was a couple of minutes past the end of voting time.

>>397296
Your luck is shit

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>>397067
>>397088
>>397146
>>397169
(83+87+36)/ 3 = 68.67 [Mild Success]

You swim over to the harpoon steadily, your nerves on edge. The Blessing of the Mire kicks in as you take short breaths underwater, allowing you to reach closer.

“Hold still.”

You tug at it, and it gives way all too easily. Pieces of sludge and rotting squid float up as you dislodge the harpoon, and an overwhelming smell hits your face. It’s a familiar one, one rich with earth and wood and tinged with an unbearable fire. It’s a foul odor that makes you feel at home, a scent that reminds you of the North. Baneweed.

The gargantuan beast roars, straining your ears. It thrashes wildly, its tentacles flailing in the water. You notice one too late; it collides with your body, knocking the wind out of you. Gripping onto it, you almost let go as the tentacle swings left and right. Eventually, the beast calms and starts sinking. You feel your body tire.

“Heal me… please…”

You search for an answer, but find nothing. “I don’t know how. I can’t remember anything.”

“Please… Helios…”

Nothing’s getting through, and the black rot isn't stopping.

[Roll 1d100, average of 3]
>Try to kill it.
>Swim away.

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>397446
>>Try to kill it.

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>Try to kill it.

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>397446
>Try to kill it

oh god

>>397547
>>397545
>>397496
Well shit, guess we're in for a ride.

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>>397496
>>397545
>>397547
(22+19+1)/3 = 14 [Disaster]

You swim toward it, drawing your sword and glancing at the harpoon. Dual wielding means double the death, you calculate, and you thrust both of them ahead. The water behind you gives you no backing as you try to stab them deep in, giving you a grand inch of penetration as you attempt your lethal blow.

It cries out, “Why?... No!”

Its tentacles lash out, ramming into your body with a dangerous force. You feel yourself flying deep into the ocean, head forwards as your consciousness fades. The current of the sea lifts your body far, far away, like the shards of wood floating above you.

…

You don’t feel too great.

“Oh good, you’re alive!”

You cough out water as you sit up on the sand, the shade of a palm tree providing only a small comfort. Your bag is lying nearby, and your sword is nowhere to be found.

“I saved you, so you’re my slave now!” A smug, young girl in a cloak is standing in front of you. “Before you is the to-be-Slayer of the Order, hunter of mythos, future queen and savior of the world Elena Aima! What’s your name, slave?”

Groaning, you reply, “Lucky.”

“What? You’re not Lucky! You can’t just take her name!” She gives a sound of questioning disappointment. “Uhh, how about Felix? It means the same thing!”

“What?” you reply, disoriented.

“Just because you look up to her doesn’t mean you can take her name! I’ll ask again slave! Who are you?”

>”Lucky. It’s my name now.”
>”Okay, okay, Felix. I was getting sick of Lucky anyway.”
>”…Helios.”

>>397769
My name is Helios.
And I am no slave, especially not to smug little girls

>>397769
>>”Lucky. It’s my name now.”
I like the name Lucky.

>>397769
>>”…Helios.”
we are anything but lucky
also y did we try to ill an old friend?
going to hurt us latter

>>397769
>”…Helios.”

>>397769
>”…Helios. And I'm not your slave."

>>397769
>>”…Helios. And if you call me a slave again, you will not enjoy what I will do to you.

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>>397774
>>397864
>>397866
>>397886
>>398145
“…Helios”

She gives you a weird look. “You’re not good with names.”

“…And I’m not your slave.” You finish.

“Hey! You owe your life to me, I levitated your butt out of the water! I was going to bury you too if you were dead!”

“What if I was someone dangerous?”

“I can handle myself, who do you think I am!?”

Speechless, you get up. Aima babbles about something but a conversation nearby catches your interest. Two kids nearby are playing around, swinging wooden swords.

“Hey, no fair. How come you get to be Lucky?”

“Because I’m a girl, and you’re not. Now go be the Frost Witch!”

“What? No! I’m… Phaethon, King of the Stella Empire! Haha!”

“Okay, fine!” They playfully swat around, wood clacking as the swords collide. It continues until the girl lands a hit on the boy’s chest. “Got you! Now you’re dead!”

“Nuh uh, I’m Phaethon! You’ll never kill me!”

“Well I’m the Slayer of the Order now! I use my Blessing of Life and slay you! Haa!!”

“Hey, you can’t be him! You’re a girl!”

Your attention drifts back to Aima as she waves her hands in front of you.

She says, “Are you even listening? Come on, you need to meet my dad; he’s the council leader! This is your first time in Ardor, right?” She spins around and thinks out loud. “Hmm, maybe we should take you to the shaman. I don’t want my first slave to die so soon, and you don’t look good.”

“I’m not your slave, and I will never be!” you exaggeratingly claim.

She laughs and asks herself, “What should I do?”

>”Let’s meet your dad.”
>”A shaman? Sounds interesting.”
>”Show me around. You got a map?”
>Write-in.

>>398203
>”A shaman? Sounds interesting.”

>>398203
>>”Show me around. You got a map?”
fuck lucky!!! take all the credit for killing an old friend/lover of us bitch needs a beating

>”A shaman? Sounds interesting.”

>>398203
>>”Show me around. You got a map?”

>>398203
>”Show me around, slave. You got a map?”

>>398203
>”Show me around. You got a map?”

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>>398223
>>398226
>>398243
>>398249
>>398252
>>398394
“Show me around. You got a map?”

“Oh! Did I tell you I’m a cartographer too? A wizard cartographer!”

“Uh huh…”

She reaches inside her cloak and digs around. Pulling out a scroll, she gives it to you with a satisfied grin. “Now you owe me twice!”

“I sure do,” you say as you open it. It has barely any detail, and it’s all done by hand. It matches the shape of your old map close enough though. “What’s the skull?”

“The Kraken! Don’t get too close to that beach, or it’ll eat you!”

…

Taking inventory, you find that you’ve lost your rope, your sword, and all of your money. You think about things as Aima shows you around. The buildings are all of wood, sometimes layered with clay and other times straw and leather. As primitive as everything seems, every building seems to have electricity running through it. No wires can be seen outside, but something is powering the lights. Magic perhaps?

When you get to the council building, you quickly walk away. You can hear a conversation going on inside between two people, but that’s none of your business. After that, you at a humongous conical tent.

Aima, her arms pointing toward it, proclaims, “And this is where our shaman is! He’s nice, he can heal you.”

You give a small nod and walk in, curious. Inside mixing various fluids is a skinny man wearing a hat of stems, forming an awful crown with flowers. A large burlap sash covers his body. When he notices you, he turns around.

“Why hello ther- Uh…?”

His expression changed from a content smile to a mortified gaze in an instant. Introducing yourself, you say…

>”Mind giving me a check-up?”
>”I heard you were the town shaman. Can you teach me some magic?”
>”You’re good with nature stuff, right? What’s baneweed?”

>>398545
>”Mind giving me a check-up?”

>>398545
>>”You’re good with nature stuff, right? What’s baneweed?”
Questions first, not like we're gonna die any time soon.

>>398545
>>”You’re good with nature stuff, right? What’s baneweed?”

>>398545
”You’re good with nature stuff, right? What’s baneweed?”

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>>398595
>>398598
>>398736
“Hey, I’m Helios-“

“My new slave!” the girl interjects.

“I heard you were the shaman?”

In a stumbling, jittery voice, he answers, “Y-yes. I’m Konjo. How can I help you?”

“You’re good with nature stuff, right? What’s baneweed?”

The shaman glances around nervously and stirs his mixture. “You d-don’t know? Oh that’s okay of course… it’s a flower you can find in the northern region. The higher you go, the more of them you see. It’s notorious for its p-poison. In concentrated doses, it’s an exquisite toxin that indefinitely spreads decay. It was quite common in the war a while back; it’s the only reason why most know about it.”

“Is there a cure?” you ask.

“Only m-magic, I believe. But there should be only a handful of people who can do it.”

You notice Aima staring at you, impatient.

>[Would you like to ask the Shaman anything else?]

>>398859
>Teach us magic
He seemed (Purposefully) scared so
>WHO AM I???

>>398859
>[Would you like to ask the Shaman anything else?]
I'm going to get some Baneweed. Teach me the cure when I come back. And tell her not to call me "Slave" again.

>>398859
The beast in the ocean seems to be attacking because it's in pain. It had a wound covered in the flowers toxin, and I wish to cure it.

>>399104
this one and who im i

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>>398936
>>399089
>>399104
>>399110
“Hey, can you teach me some magic? Maybe the cure for baneweed?”

“I-I can teach you some magic, but not the cure. It’s just r-regrowth magic, but you need a massive magic well to be able stop the decay and revert it too.”

The phrase sticks to you. “Magic well? What’s that?”

“O-oh dear, what did you learn in school? Oh I didn’t mean it like that, I’m so s-sorry. In every living being there’s naturally a well of magic. Items can be enchanted so magic can be stored in them too. The more complex the miracle, the more it empties your well.” He twiddles his fingers and avoids your eyes. “You, uh, d-don’t have a well. You’d need a wand or something, one probably the size of the White Lake. Maybe Ardor.”

“I… don’t have a well?” you ask. When he doesn’t respond you try a different angle. “Who am I? Do you know who I am?”

“You said your name H-Helios, right?” You can see the sweat building on his forehead. “Uh… you’re a c-castaway? Lady Aima’s slave? D-definitely n-not an undead?”

“Not a slave.” You sigh as you realize you won’t get anything useful out of him. ”Alright, I may be back.”

Turning around, you see Elena sheepishly peeking from the tent door.

“Helios,” she says, “someone’s looking for you.”

A man in a hooded cloak enters, wearing a familiar sash and emblem. He raises his hand, and your body halts against your will.

“Hello, Helios was it? I’m Aeses, Guardian of the Order. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

(Thanks for playing everyone! I'll be back on Sunday. For >>399089 baneweed is in the northern part of the continent, above the Salt Sea. It's quite far.)

>>399178
Why is this guy so stupid?

>>399194
(Who? Helios? He remembers as much about the world as you would, which happens to be absolutely nothing.)

you only know that someone that loved us was killed by lucky

>>399189
This Asses guy looks like a dick. We seems to be really unlucky since we just keep bumping into trouble. Anyway thanks for running, see ya next time.

>>399207
OP, I'm loving the buildup and slow release of lore

>>399178
>"Hello."

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You try to say something, but nothing comes out. It was as if you were entombed in resin.

Aima squeaks from behind him, “Hey, don’t hurt him!”

“I won’t, don’t worry.” He closes his hand, and you drop down onto all fours, gasping. “Needed to make sure we are going to have a nice, little chat. Let’s step outside, shall we? Don’t want to bother Konjo here too much.”

“It looks like you already know me.” You clutch your chest as you follow Aeses. Aima keeps her distance from you though, despite her worried look.

“You’re lucky, coming to Ardor.” He doesn’t drop the small smile on his face, taking a few paces to a nearby pond before stopping. “Kae was throwing a tantrum after you disappeared a few days ago. You remember him, the brat with the daggers?”

A few days ago? “So, what do you want with me?” you ask.

“We can be of assistance to one another. Kae has informed everyone of what happened, and I think your ‘durability’ could be useful.”

Suspicious, you enquire, “And what are you thinking of?”

“Let’s start small. I want you to help kill the Kraken. We never know if shipments will make it to Castus, and recently it’s been getting worse. What do you say?”

If this job is what he considers small, you’re not sure if you want to know what he thinks is big. “And if I refuse?”

“Nothing. I have nothing against you, but don’t expect help to arrive when the time comes. Not sure about you, but I enjoy having a larger hand of cards.”

>Agreed, but only if he gets you to Luxia.
>Accept on the condition that he arranges a meeting between you and Lucky.
>Refuse, you’d rather heal the beast.
>Write-in.

>>405226
>Refuse, you’d rather heal the beast.

>>405226
>>Refuse, you’d rather heal the beast.
Nah, who needs this guy. We need to go apologize to our friend for stabbing it.

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>>405252
>>405254
“No thanks, I’m not interested.”

“Are you sure?” Aeses examines you for a moment. “I’ll be around if you ever change your mind. Enjoy your stay at Ardor, but I’m watching you, so don’t do anything too idiotic.”

As he walks away, he says goodbye to you and Aima.

The latter turns to you awkwardly. “Sorry about Uncle Aeses. He’s nice, I swear!”

“Uncle?”

“Uh, he’s not my real uncle. But he kinda acts like one, so I call him uncle! Hey, aren’t you hungry? I’ll buy you some food, and then you can meet my dad!”

You’re not hungry at all. Wary, you reply, “Why are you being so nice to me?”

She takes a step back and her expression is mixed with surprise. Digging her foot into the ground, her brow furrows as she tries to come up with something.

“Y-you… you have to treat your subordinates right!”

You shift your bag, thinking, and only then you notice that the necklace from the Lord of Mire was rumbling inside. There’s a pond next to you, and it’s clear he wants in.

>”Are you hiding something?”
>Meet the council leader.
>Feed the necklace into the pond.
>Write-in.

>>405583
>Feed the necklace into the pond.

>>405583
>>Feed the necklace into the pond.

>>405583
>>Feed the necklace into the pond.
I don't trust him either but at least he's been a cool guy so far.

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>>405603
>>405605
>>405621
“I… I’m going to get some food, okay? Just stay right here! Don’t move.”

You nod, and she goes off in a rush. Taking the necklace out of your bag, you feed the ooze into the pond. Instead of a violent rush of climbing slime, a face slowly emerges out of the water.

“Thank. You. Lucky! Or is it Helios now?”

“You overheard?”

“I can’t help it. What, should I patiently wait underground bored out of my mind?” He stretches his arms, still lying down. “Oh it feels good to be outside again. How long as it been?”

You watch him relax and take in the scenery, and you say,“I’m glad you’re enjoying this, but isn’t it about time you tell me what this necklace does?”

“When you put it in the center of a body of water,” a sly grin forms on his face, “it turns it into my magic well.”

“Wait, what? What happens to everything inside?”

“Nothing happens. I just have the unfortunate curse of being constrained to my wells when it rightfully should be the other way around. You’re a great help, you know.”

If that’s what it does, then…

“You’re thinking about the Kraken right?” His grin grows wider, exposing even more sharp teeth. “There’s a nice, little lake east of here that I could get comfortable in. What do you say, friend?”

>Accept the deal.
>Refuse.

>>405875
>>Accept the deal.

>>405875
>>Accept the deal.
Lets see what happens, I guess.

>>405875
>>Accept the deal.

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>>405882
>>405945
>>406079
“I get you in the lake, and you can stop the baneweed?”

“Close enough, but yeah.”

“Close enough?”

You look over when you hear someone coming, and when you turn back, he’s gone. Aima, running up to you, hands you some bread. When you take a bite, it reminds you of wood.

She says to you, “Hey, you’re an explorer, right? An adventurer?”

“Not… really?”

“But you’ve been to cool places right? Have you seen an underground castle yet? Been on an airship?” she excitedly asks.

“I rode a giant spider underground, does that count for anything?”

“Ew, that’s creepy. Anything cool?”

Unsure of telling her about the mythoi, you change the subject. “That’s it. Thank you for everything, but I should get going.”

“What? Already? But you haven’t…” she thinks hard, “Where are you going? I’ll come with you.”

“The White Lake, and you should stay.”

“I know the way! What if you get lost, or have to fight some wild animals? You don’t even have a weapon.”

The compass was on the boat when it got smashed, but you can just follow the ocean to the lake. “Are you saying you can protect me?”

“I’m good with magic! Pleaaaase! You owe me, three times now!”

Is it a good idea to drag her along with you?

>”Alright, I’m counting on you.”
>”You can come, only if you stay back when there’s danger.”
>”No, you’re not following me.”
>Write-in.

>>406220
>>”You can come, only if you stay back when there’s danger.”

>>406220
"Show me your magic - I need to know that you can handle yourself."

>>406220
>>Write-in.
Why are you so persistent? Do you have some reason for sticking around me?
I wouldn't mind her company but I just don't trust anyone.

>>406339
Anon, what do you have against Aima, our new daughterfu

>>406417
The only relatively trustworthy person we met so far was killed within moments after meeting her. Everyone else has been varying degrees of suspicious. I can't help thinking that maybe she's related to Lucky 2 in some way, like maybe she was tasked with watching us or something. I'm paranoid as fuck dude.

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>>406228
>>406310
>>406339
“Why are you so persistent? Do you have some reason for sticking around me?”

Her eyes dance around, looking for something to say. Eventually, barely audible words come out of her mouth. “I… I just want to go an adventure. My dad never lets me do anything. You… you’re the first new person I’ve met, so I thought...”

“Wait, does that mean-”

“He won’t know! Nobody would know, we’ll be back really fast.”

Concerned, you ask, “Can you even handle yourself? Let me see your magic.”

Eager, she goes over to the pond. She opens her hand, and some stones that line the water fly up. When they reach the peak of their flight, they’re cut cleanly in half, the sound of intense pressure rippling through the air. They drop down visibly in pieces.

She smirks, her faced dashed with a hint of anxiety. “Better than a sword, right?”

You give a small sigh. “You can come, only if you stay back when there’s danger.”

“YES! Yes, yes, yes!!!”

…

The road to the lake was not what you expected. In fact, there is no road. You pass through sparsely placed trees, listening to your footsteps as you tread on the ground full of grass and dead leaves. The further you go on, the foggier it gets.

Aima notes as she shreds the air before her, “It’s never been this thick before. What are you going to do anyway?”

As you walk, you notice something strange. “Wait, don’t move.”

She stops as you do, and you hear footsteps that pause a second later. “What’s wrong?”

>”Stay close. There’s something nearby.”
>”Let me go on ahead. I think there’s something here.”
>Call out.
>Write-in.

>>406600
>>”Stay close. There’s something nearby.

>>406600
>>Call out.
One of these days this will lead to a friendly encounter.

>>406600
>Call out.

>>406628
Agreed. So that we can get proven wrong again

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>>406673
I'll keep believing, I'll grow to enjoy the pain.

>>406600
>>”Stay close. There’s something nearby.”

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>>406628
>>406671
>>406673
“HEY! Who’s there?” you call out. The shuffling of leaves continues.

“Helios! What are you doing?”

“There’s something here.”

“You mean the white wolves? They won’t bother us, come on!”

Just as she said that, the crunching footsteps multiply.

You say, “You’re the expert, right? What now?”

“I don’t know. I was always with Uncle Aeses and Aunt Fy and we were fine.”

This is her idea of adventure? Guiding an undead creature alone in the wilderness? Not bad.

You grab her arm and pull her. “We should go.”

Running forward, you follow her directions as you head deeper and deeper into the mist. Aima cuts through the air in front, clearing the path far enough so that you can see where you step. Sounds of snarls and movement come from all angles, disorienting you. You listen as it all gets closer and closer. In an instant after Aima cleaves through the next patch of mist, you realize you can’t see through it anymore. An amorphous shape emerges, blending in with the fog seamlessly, lunging at you from the white.

You push Aima away as its jaws sink into your left arm. Not for long, however. The wolf is shredded instantly, the air nearby whipping violently and reducing the animal into air. The growling turns into a cacophony, barks and howls clawing at your ears. You can see Aima shaking in fear as you two run.

It’s not long before another wolf swipes at you. Two more follow without delay, both leaping past the girl for you.

[Roll 1d100, average of 3]
>Try to fight them off.
>Focus on running.
>Write-in.

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>406995
>>Try to fight them off.

>>406995
>>Focus on running.
We're not exactly suited for fighting and I doubt Aima can handle them all for us. We can at least be a meat shield for her.

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>407012

Rolled 2 (1d2)

1 = Fight
2 = Run

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>406995
>Try to fight them off.

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>406995
>Try to fight them off.

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>>407004
>>407402
>>407436
(80+54)/2 = 67 [Mild Success]

You try to fight them off, helping Aima to deal with the ones climbing onto you. Grabbing a branch, you try to fend off the animals as you run. When she seems to kill one, another takes its place. Bites and scratches start to cover your body. One of wolves almost sinks their teeth into your entire neck, but you clobber it out of the air. You can’t really fight, but you can sure hit hard.

Soon, the trees clear up to show a huge lake where the mist relents. From the side, you can see wolves lurking near the trees, camouflaging in the fog.

Aima asks you, “What are you going to do? We should go back.”

“Just need to get to the center of the lake.”

“What? Are you going to swim?”

“That’s the plan.”

You switch to full gear, breaking into a sprint. The wolves follow, gunning toward you as soon as you made your move. Countless of them leap onto you, tearing away at your body. You swing your fists and knock some of them off. The air swirls around audibly as Aima tries to help.

“Get off of him!”

You hear a humongous blast, popping your ears. Blinking, you find yourself midair, launched into the lake. Below is the lower half of your body, surrounded by shredded white wolves.

(Thank you for playing! Sorry, but I'm going to end it just a bit early. Getting really tired. Critique is always welcome. Twitter is @sunphei, and I'll be back next week!)

>>407537
Thanks for running, see ya next time. Don't think I've really mentioned it yet, but I'm digging the art.

>>407537
>Oh hey undead quest is back
>Lemme just catch up real quick
>Cool time to participate
>session over
every damn time

>>407596
I'm curious, is it because of timezones? I was thinking of doing something about that if it is.

>>407672
nah, just remember about it late

>>407537
Thanks for running this session.