Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>542340
>> Honamurei DC 10
We made little amount of memories with Lex, we'll remake them easily.

>>542340

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>542340

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>542340
> Honamurei DC 10

These dice are gonna be the death of all my plans.>>542516

WITH THE SAVE YOU BIG TITTED BASTARD

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>>542516
>>542491
>>542412

You think of Hona. the short time you've spent with her.

Festival.

A sense of falling.

First Meeting.

A rasp of Breathe

Disguises.

Nausea.

Her flying into battle, golden hair flying behind her.

Vomiting on a pile of intestines.

Mr Black.

You stand on steady legs and glare at the man towering over a one handed Gretchen.

He sniffs the air and turns to see you, covered in your own blood, filfth and tears.

> [DETERMINATION] I'm going to kill you.

> Attack

> Write-In

>>542534
> [DETERMINATION] I'm going to kill you.

>>542534
>> [DETERMINATION] I'm going to kill you

Giving it 17 more mins until i call it.

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>>542553
>>542543

You take three steps forward, stepping over the guts on the floor. You try to form words around the lump of drying blood in your throat, coughing profusely. You spit, pieces of bone covered in red sailing into the dirt.

You were never very verbose before dying, but with your body in this state you can only focus on one thing. "I am going to kill you."

You charge as he scrambles to summon some fire into his one remaining, getting inside his range. You don't even spool the wire, you clutch the cold metal of your saw in your hand and slice at his chest. You find urchase and use the ripping blade as a lever, hauling him onto the air and tossing him.

He floats backwards with a trail of blood marking his flight, you feel the ground rumbling.

> Leap into the air after him

> [CURISOITY] Dodge and intercept his landing with two saws waiting.

> Write-In

>>542632
> [CURISOITY] Dodge and intercept his landing with two saws waiting.

>>542632
>> [CURISOITY] Dodge and intercept his landing with two saws waiting.

>>542654
>>542678

Writing once i finish food.

While you wait, let me know thoughts about the dealer and any theories you got.

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>>542678
>>542654

You take off, moving forward as swiftly as possible. The ground behind you rose skywards in a bed of living spikes as you skid to a stop, spinning as you do.

A second blade forms in your hand and you spin both of them to gain momentum, read to deliver two lethal upwards slashes. Mr Black is upside down as he closes his left eye and takes aim, his index finger pointed towards you ready to cast lightning.

Your let the blades run upwards, if they connect they'll slice him in three.

> [DETERMINATION] Activate No-sell and keep your attacks on target

> Block with one blade and slice with the other

> Cancel attack and dodge

> Write-In

>>542704

> Block with one blade and slice with the other.

Damn we're quiet tonight, good thing I'm here to 3am and can wait all night.

>>542704
> Block with one blade and slice with the other

>>542769
>>542727

Well guess I need to be more patient. Welcome 300anon

>>542704
>Block with one blade and slice with the other

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>>542769
>>542727
>>542775

You recall one blade as quick as you can, putting it in front of your face like a shield even as your other blade slices through his waist like butter. He screams in mid air as you feel the impact of his lighting hit your left blade.

You dig in, managing to stand your ground, your enemy is still alive, still conscious and has only traces of fear in his hate fill demeanor. You've got this in the bag now, revenge is going to be yours.

You bring both blades back to you and step forward.

> Maximum Overkill

> Let him land - take his eyes and then gut him

> Let him bleed to death when he lands

> Write-In

AKA FINISH HIM

>>542704
> Block with one
Blade and alive with the other

>>542781
> Maximum Overkill.


No matter what setting, dicking around with your enemy is always a bad idea.

> Maximum Overkill
SCORPION FATALITY
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DDBGGn1UQc4

Just waiting on one more. Will call it in 13 mins if nobody appears.

Maximum overkeel!!

>>542882
Oh, silly manboobs.

>>542781
>> Maximum Overkill

>>542806
>>542799
>>542893

You take a deep breath and dash forward once more;

You follow his path, ignoring the streams of blood raining down into your hair. When you're close enough to see his bloodshot, terrified gaze; you glare at the broken body of the cannibal bastard and act.

You start spinning with both blades in a manner that would have been more expected in your dance off.
Y
our blades spooling and recalling as often as you can, you start mixing in short vertical stabs alongside your typical whirling offense. You make your dance of death more brutal than you can imagine; weaving in,out and aorund the helpless falling psychopath as he falls. Bleeding out is too good for him, eye for an eye is too good for him.

No risks; he killed you, he might have killed Hona.

Only one logical way to deal with Mr Black; End with maximum prejudice.

In the midst of your display of martial superiority you suddenly stop and step in, closing your eyes as your opponent is on the verge of becoming a red mist. You begin to move as fast as you can, then move even faster as your arms resemble nothing more than a blur.

You hack,
slash,
rip,
tear,
cut,
shred and grate
every part of his twisted body.

You finally lash out with a kick to top it all off, feeling the satisfaction of your shoes colliding with his skull and hearing it fly across the open space to land in a squesching thud.

You exhale

> [GRATITUDE] RUN TO HONA

> [CURIOSITY] Just how bad did I murder him?

> ??????

> ????

>>542906
> ??????

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>>542906
>> ??????

>>542906
> ??????

>>542925
>>542920
>>542908

Writing in a moment

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>>542925
>>542920
>>542908

NEW EMOTION [RELIEF]

A new emotion washes over you as you exhale and try to ignore the exhaustion in your limbs. Even after a miraculous ressurection pushing your body so far today still took it's toll. The emotions cools the sweat on your brow and fills you ups like water in a jug. You find a small smile on your lips as your second blade disapears and the adrenaline leaves you.

You are alive.
You are Purps and you are alive.

You immediately vomit up more fragments of bone and blood.
You might not be in the best shape... but whoever or whatever sent you back made sure you're funcitonal.

> Check on Hona

> [CURIOSITY] Check the corpse

>Write-In

>>542936
> [CURIOSITY] Check the corpse
Desecrate some more, keep the skull for magical study.

>>542936
> [CURIOSITY] Check the corpse.

If mc was male I'd vote to skull fuck it. But yea, keep the skull for reasons.

>>542939
>>542937

Damn you guys hated Mr Black that much?

>>542941
Anti-clerical duties, We lack knowledge about magic, moreso with gods and the divine.

Purps just came back from the dead. What says Mr. Black won't do something similar?

>>542936
>> [CURIOSITY] Check the corpse
burn it all
only fire can stop anyone from coming back
cant come back if theres only ash

>>542955
That's what that other guy thought when purps died the first time. She came back at the cost of ALL of her emotions.

>>542975
>>542955
>>542945
>>542939
>>542937

Time to desecrate, I got to take dog his last walk, then I'll write.

got a few ideas, I think there'll be a choice.

>>542936
>whoever or whatever sent you back made sure you're functional.
so we actually retain the memory of our post mortem? neat i guess, so if the dice fucks us over hard multiple times in a row, will we get our minds wipe again by the dealer or will that be a "quest over"?

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You make your way over to the corpse, making sure there's no repeat of your miraculous escape from the mortal curse. You approach a head surrounded by meat, but that head is still alive for now.

He coughs and splutters, "You bitch." He is still talking somehow, "28 mortal souls in me and still... filfthy starborns..." His eyes are rapidly glazing over, "Shoul've blew your head to bits. Not even your glorious Demon masters could bring you back then." He looks scared for just a momentbefore religious zeal engorges him; "Darna, your feast is here!"

Yeah, he's dead now.

You feel approval in the back of your mind as you try to figure out a way to dispose of him.

> Let the feeling dictate you

> Time to get stompy

> Make sure to mutilate his head first. Maybe take the skull as a trophy

>>543017
I'm limited in what I say by the myhtical power of spoilers. But failing to pass the "Hold onto something" has dire consequences. and a Nat 1 on those rolls would pretty much be Quest restart or soul shredding depending on how Purps died.

>>542984
L-last walk? You bastard! What did the dog ever do to you that you'd need to kill him?

>>543020
> Let the feeling dictate you.

I really want the skull but I feel like this is important.

>>543024

Well he snores like fuck and sitnks when he doesn't get out between 11 and midnight.

So sometimes murder is considered, no matter how much I love my boy.

>>543026
supporting
>>543023
Nat = ???

>>543036

Nat 1 = someone rolls a one.

Calling for trusting the feeling in 5.

>>543020
>> Let the feeling dictate you

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>>543036
>>543026

You decide that the feeling might just be a forgotten memory and go with it. You fee a presence in your mind and filling you with new strength. You start to sing, in a language you never knew before.

You are the lady of fire.
This girl needs to destroy and abomination.
So you are lending her your fire.

With your fire, she is a burning beacon. Her usually purple hair is now a blinding white, her eyes are golden and all the viscera and pain of her struggles are being cleansed in a cloud of glorious steam.

You are the lady of fire Minerva. and you are getting off track.

You guide her burning hands over the mans skull. melting the flesh and bleaching the bones. The remains around you are beginning to ignite and melt also. The smell of melting flesh reminding you of your ascensceion many years ago.

The disposle of a member of Darna's cult is easy. Destroying the brain so nobody can eat it and consume their power. You implant all you know of your Daughter's followers into the girl called Purps as you retreat for her. Marking her as one of your own with a tatoo of the crimson fire in an area you've noticed women from this village find attractive.

Right above the symbol of her femininty a symbol of your favour, poetic if you say so.

You are Purps.

You know about Godesses and their family drama.

As you light up one of your cigarettes you notice you are holding a bleached skull;

> Keep it? Yes/No

Also

> RUN TO HONA & GRETCHEN

> Check on that fox kid Tornin

> Write-In

>>543129
> Keep it? Yes!
> RUN TO HONA & GRETCHEN.

So a red flame on her pubic area, interesting. Coincidentally, is purps smooth like a baby's bottom or is a carpet present?

>>543129
>> Keep it? Yes

>> RUN TO HONA & GRETCHEN

>>543146

This sounds terrible but I base it on my finace's so slight carpet, but shaved regularly when she had memories and desire to do so.

>>543129
> Keep it? Yes
Take a quick look at torrin then
>> RUN TO HONA & GRETCHEN

>>543129
> Keep it? No
> RUN TO HONA & GRETCHEN

>>543169
>>543148
>>543146
>>543180

Right-o Writing.

Tell me your thoughts while I try to resist just writing khorn shit in my weeb shit.

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>>543180
>>543169
>>543148
>>543146

You toss the skull up and down before you remember just why you wanted this fuck dead. You run over to the area of the courtyard that leads into town, where Gretchen has two hands again and is working on Hona.

You stand, silently as you witness Gretchen pulsing magic into your friend again and again. You see waves of gold and silver light press against her skin the burns receding and gaping wounds closing.

But her eye is gone, you see the dark pit that used to be bright blue eyes Gretchen's magic isn't going near it and you know enough to she's conciously not letting her magic go there.

You resist the urge to ask why and just ask if there's anything you can do.

"Go get my wife or your fuckin' boss, before we have to give up on gettin' her eye back." She says tossing you a set of jailer's keys from Hona's belt.

> [CURIOSITY] Boss?

> Go to get Muriel

> Find Walter or Shaunessy

> Write-In

>>543234
>> [CURIOSITY] Boss?
>> Go to get Muriel

>>543234
>> Go to get Muriel

Guys I know I said 4pm to 4am But I have college so I'm gonna tap out for now. We'll resume when I can. Which will be sporadically Thursday night and Friday night.

Next long spell of updates etc. will be Staurday, but keep half an eye on this space.

>>543234
> Go to get Muriel.

Not the time to play 20 questions guys.

>>543273
no problem

>>543234
>> Go to get Muriel
i have no boss
we better not fuck up the dice rolls for her eye this girl is so pretty.
thow her haveing a eye patch could look badass
thow im woundering about the what he sad about the demon masters of the starborn.

>>543234
> Go to get Muriel.

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>>543385
>>543282
>>543279
>>543270
>>543254

"I have a boss?" You muse as you take off in a sprint in the direction of that overgrown hut you had visited. Ignoring the hacked and torn limbs surrounding you as you dash through the snapped and ragged boughs of fallen plant guardians. You kick down the vine encased door with nary a second thought; "MURIEL?" You half scream half yell.

"In here Pet! I need you to run ahead with this bag!" As you go in you're amazed by the organization on display, especially in what you considered a home that was very much in tune with nature; shelves upon shelves are crammed with carefully arranged glass vials, jars and bottles/. Each one has a clear and plain label upon which the item's name is written in careful cursive. Certain plants exist in pots surrounded by magical force, some small lizard creature yawns from a bird cage that hangs from a tree so large and ancient it looks to only tolerate it's gilded cage rather than be constrained by it.

A large bag is pushed into your arms, the variety of smells and sounds overload your senses for a second until Muriel rams some kind of handkerchief up your nose, doused in something that smells like all the fruits in the world decided to rot together in harmony. "GO!" She screeches as she begins to ready an identical bag.

You take her suggestion.

> Be careful not to drop the bag, use the streets

> You're fastest when leaping and using the roofs

> Write-In

>>544543
>> Be careful not to drop the bag, use the streets
[DETERMINATION] we'll get there quick!

>>544543
> Be careful not to drop the bag, use the streets

>>544543
>> Be careful not to drop the bag, use the streets

>>544654
supporting

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>>544740
>>544739
>>544654

You run through eerily empty streets. Clutching the bag to your chest. You're going as quick as you can, despite your abused and aching body. The streets are passing in a blur, you take turns at a speed that could flatten a grown man if you hit.

Your heart is in your mouth as you return to see Gretchen panting slightly. "I've done what I can with enigma and magic."t She heaves, old lungs begging for air and body crying out for rest. "ime for what I'm actually good at, go get Lexington from jail." The usual fire from her voice is gone.

Hona stirs and her lone eye focuses slightly on you. She looks sad, when she asks. "I know I fucked up.... but I did good right? I made my Mother proud?"

> Of course you were a [GOLDEN PHOENIX]

> Yes, you were as nimble as a [BRIGHT SONGBIRD]

> You were a [SWIFT SWORD]

> Write-In [TITLE HERE]

>>545340
>> Yes, you were as nimble as a [BRIGHT SONGBIRD]

>>545340
> Yes, you were as nimble as a [BRIGHT SONGBIRD]

>>545340
> Yes, you were as nimble as a [BRIGHT SONGBIRD]

It took all of his 27 mortal souls to defeat you.

>>545443
>>545422
>>545398

Writing when I get a minute;

Fun fact - new player (3 sessions old;popping his cherry on this campaign) Just poisoned one of my veteran players with his blood transmitted diesease. Dwarf suspects him. Fun times.

>>545340
>> Yes, you were as nimble as a [BRIGHT SONGBIRD]

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>>545443
>>545422
>>545398

[GRATITUDE] "Of course Hona. He had the souls and powers of twenty somtething people; yet you still almost had him." The hairs on the back of your neck stand up as you continue, "You were a [BRIGHT SONGBIRD] out there. Your mother would be in tears." You feel something leave you as you say that and whatever it was flies towards Hona. You go dizzy for a second but when you focus back in she smiles and shuts her eye.

Her peace only lasts a moment or two before her face contorts in pain again. Gretchen begins mixing some kind of weed with some scales over a burning pot of water. You take Hona's left hand in two of yours and give it a squeeze.

"I have to go get someone out of jail now. I'll be back." You murmur as she slips back out of consciousness. You head to the jail, using the rusty keys to let you through the two security doors. A small sign on a massive desk leads you to the right. The only place you remember in here is Hona's office, plus you don't know who you're here for.

Four men and a woman turn to face you.

> Old Guy

> Smiling Goatee Guy

> The Tiny woman

> Black Guy

> Greasy Guy

> [CURIOSITY WRITE-IN] Ask Something

>>545597
>> [CURIOSITY WRITE-IN] Ask Something
im looking for man who can magic things?
are you a wirzard?
shit dose anyoen rember whta he looks like?
anyone knows how to save someones eye from lgihting bolts?

>>545597
> [CURIOSITY WRITE-IN] "Boss I got good news, they're letting you out. Got any more smokes on you?"

That should be enough to have him identify himself right?

>>545605
anyone wants to heal my bird?
shes very pretty and il want her to stay like it

>>545623
true but do we rember smoking? couse we got it from boss man himslf and we only remberd our birdy

>>545626

This is so vaguely creepy that I could see Lexington laughing his ass off at it.

>>545628

We remember smoking but not that Lexington got it into us.

Well we could just pick the old guy. We 'know' it's him.

>>545631
but we dont mean it it in a creepy way, shes a pretty birdy and shes our friend/gf/bff/ os shes our pretty birdy
but of cousre its goign to sound liek somethign its not ..........
we could ask for smokes as well

>>545639

From IC. All you know is you have a boss called Lexington.

>>545652

Also consider your voice is monotone as hell.

>>545659
hmmm that makes everyy thingv creepy dosnt it?
dose the voice change when we use the differnt fellings?
boss you here? i can get you out if you hep someone

Then just tell Lexington to grab any shit he might have since he's being released right now.

>>545626
Do the Creep

So we asking questions?

I'm going to take >>545623
Good news + smokes

>>545667
I can get you out if you help.

>>545685
yer but do the creep? on the way back

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"Hey boss, I got good news. I can let you out of here if you come help with something." You look around, noting the looks of hatred and fear on most of them.

One however is a wizardly looking old guy with glasses. "Fucking finally!" Wizard guy shouts, "If you're done having adventures with your bestie, I'd quite like to get outof this fucking jail, get my fucking money and get the fuck away from this place" He looks at you as you fish out the key from it's nest.

"So you're Dcotor Lexington?" You ask drily.

"Of course I am. You think Bobby one arm or The gay pirate over there could cast a spell?" He stops will you jiggle the key until it fits in the lock, "Did you lose your memory again or something?"

You open the door and as he's leaving his cell

> I died.

> Yeah

> No [Lie]

>Write-In

>>548407
>> Yeah, due to death I think.

>>548407
>>yeah. I died.

>>548413
>>548415

I'll wait 5 minutes then write next post before sleep.

Leave house at 7:30am

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>>548426

College until 5:00pm

Leave colllege to travel halfway across Scotland for work which starts at 7:45.

Home at 12:50am I'm so fucking beat.

>>548433
Just tear your skin off before going to sleep from homework. That's what I do on Thursdays.

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>>548415
>>548413


"Yeah. Forgot a lot. I think it's because I died." You look at him nonplussed as he is in shock; "Got a smoke?"

He offers you two and lights it up with a snap of his fingers. "So who am I helping?

You explain Hona was maimed in battle skimming over the details of you dying and the nature of your foe and before you know it you've arrived. Gretchen and LEx begin talking in massive arcane words that mean nothing to you, while Muriel is gathering empty vials and replacing them with other full ones.

> [CURIOSITY] Ask Muriel how healing went/ what's going on

> Find Tornin, wasn't he lying here?

> Write-In

>>549158
>> [CURIOSITY] Ask Muriel how healing went/ what's going on

>>549158
> [CURIOSITY] Ask Muriel how healing went/ what's going on

>>549158
>> [CURIOSITY] Ask Muriel how healing went/ what's going on
>> Find Tornin, wasn't he lying here?
BOTH! Although I am sure angst boy is fine. All he did was lie an a building that collapsed. Not get wailed on by some soul gobbling heretic.
I'm going to sleep real soon now. Hopefully no-one rolls a one while I am away.

Would Purps' knowledge about
>Godesses and their family drama.
help in knowing that emotion-dealing Demon or the "curse" that Purps is suffering?

>549158
> [CURIOSITY] Ask Muriel how healing went/ what's going on

>>549370
>>549285
>>549183
>>549164

Writing in a moment, life reared its stupid head.

>>549565
>life reared its stupid head
Punch in snout to establish superiority

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>>549370
>>549285
>>549183
>>549164

"How did it go?" You ask her, scratching some dried blood of what remains of your shirt.

"Well she's done what she can... but we had to try something a little different with her eye dear, not much we could do..."

"Which was?

"We smeared the insides of the wound with a plant that paralyses you. We turned it into a cream, but it means so long as it's coevered her wound wont get worse." She seems distraught that they couldn't do anything, the skinny old herbalist making a sign you think is regligious. Though Minerva's knowledge doens't help you identify it.

"So you bought us time. For Lexington?" You ask.

"We bought you two time to get her somewhere else. Somewhere that can do more." She shrugs "I don't know who or what, but if anyone will it's that boss of yours."

"Thank you, for everything." You reply.

"She's like a daughter to us pet. Even if she hadn't helped save this town we'd have tried our best." she sniffs, "Maybe if she leaves with you two she'll find somewhere she's accepted."

> Go find Tornin

> Wait for Lexington and Gretchen to finish up then tell Lexington Muriel's plan

> Try to find Walter and what's left of the guard

> Write-In

>>549692
>> Wait for Lexington and Gretchen to finish up then tell Lexington Muriel's plan

>>549692
> Try to find Walter and what's left of the guard

>>549692
>Go find Tornin
If you keep neglecting fox-boy he might not join.

>>550341
>>549970
>>549726

Perfect split. God Damn

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Guys, due to 3 way tie going to end this thread and archive.

Give me feedback please, not sure how I did on this thread due to real life but let me know.

Twatter and Character sheet links are in the OP.

>>550841
Excluding the tie(fighter) I've enjoyed this thread, and shilling in the general at the start of the next thread could get us more players

>>550841
Nice follow-up of the previous thread.
As >>550961
wrote, this would net us more attention.

>>549692
>> Go find Tornin