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>>1151634

All my balls its back
But sadly i has to work

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Name: Purps

Titles: The Purple Firefly - Every attack using fire has a DC18 check for Insta kill. Minerva’s Flame stacks (1 per fight ability)

Enigma: Wall Walking - feet instantly treat any sheer surface like ground.

Weapon : Wire & Buzzsaw

Magic: About as magical as you anon

Emotions: Gratitude, Determination, Curiosity, Relief, Pride, Frustration, Contentment, Shame, Cruelty, Worry, Lust, Zen, Fear

Gratitude: MAX
Ability, Magnetic Pulse; 1d20 can attract or repel projectiles or light objects
Form, Gratitude = Buzz Gauntlets
Passive, Saving an ally makes your next attack more powerful

Determination 1 Ability 1 Form
Ability, No Sell. Opposed Dice roll ot ignore enemy attack.
Form, Polesaw

Curiosity 1 Form
Form, Dual Buzzsaw

Relief 1 Ability
Recharge one ability (Once per thread)

Pride 1 Ability 1 Passive
Ability, Minerva’s Lantern; You are doused in purple flame, this can be channeled as a AOE burst around you or can be inhaled then exhaled as fire breath in a cone in front of you
Passive, Minerva’s Flame; Get +2 to anything involving flame

Frustration 1 Form
Form, Wire Claws

Contentment 1 Ability
Ability, 1 per thread rather than roll, take a 10 on any 1d20 roll

Shame 1 Passive,
Passive, In any interpersonal/ social roll 1 fail may be re-rolled (excludes crit fails)

Cruelty 1 Ability
Ability, Chink in the chain, next attack ignores armour or other defense ups (1d20 opposed)

Worry 1 Ability
Ability, Sympathy Pains; take the damage meant for one ally on yourself.

Lust 1 Ability, 1 Form
Ability, On the Pull; Strike with saw then drag the opponent close with wire, does not work with non wire forms
1 Form, Razor Whip

Zen: Mastery 2 1 Ability 1 Form 1 Passive + mastery 2
Form, Steward of Minerva
Ability, oreimages; creates an illusion of having multiple pairs of arms holding your weapon to disguise your strikes and confuse opponents
Passive, Can negate 1 failure to maintain + use abilities and weapons in zen form + receive +2 (stacks) on all rolls

Fear 1 Form
Form, Buzzshield

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Demense Status:

Purps has learned dreamwalking Y

Purps has wandered her own dreamscape Y

Demense Locations:
Forrest of Zen
Tree of ???????
Lexington Mausoleum

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You managed to make yourself comfortable leaning forward while sitting on the edge of the wagon cabin bed. You are literally sitting astride two parallel magical planes. If LExington ever bothered to try and explain this shit you'd probably be very impressed and taken aback.

Instead you're watching Honamurei intimidate Luc by stretching and popping all of her muscles and bones individually. Lifting her leg to her cheek in one slow sly movement she lets her bright blue eye meet Luc's icy blue.

"So if Luc wins we both get either lapdances, or you're wearing something revealing for the dance." You say, causing her to abruptly stop her seduction/intimidation/warmup.

"Haha you're on! Vhen he is squashed vithout touching me, I'll make sure your healer takes a look at him too." She says, putting a hand on her sword's hilt.

Luc looks over filled with concern as they take combat stances, but you remind him, "Use your enigma. You can do this."

He nods as your raise your hand despite the protests of your side and shoulder. "Ready?"

Luc gives a thumbs up before keeping his fingers prepared to click.

Hona just smirks in your direction.

Both of them tense, coiled like snakes about to strike. You can hear the breeze in the silence, the sudden tension almost stifling to your senses.

"Begin." You say dropping yur hand.

The world goes blue and it is with pride you note Hona on her back. Before she could use her superior speed, technique, experience or strength - she had already lost.

> [PRIDE] Congratulate Luc

> [CRUELTY] Trash talk Hona

> [CONTENTMENT] Say Nothing.

> Write-in

>>1151810

> [CONTENTMENT] Say Nothing.

Time powers imba nerf pls.

>>1151810
> [PRIDE] Congratulate Luc

>>1151810
>> [CONTENTMENT] Say Nothing.

>>1151810
>[PRIDE] Congratulate Luc
Fair fights are for losers.

>>1151634
> killed the dragon
I thought we just chopped it up a bit then it got away?

>>1151810
>> [PRIDE] Congratulate Luc

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>>1151959
>>1151909
>>1151900
>>1151828
>>1151822

"Good job Luc." You say as Hona picks herself up, the kid beams up at you as your other friend fumes.

Soon his ear is captured and he is dragged squirming and kicking close to her, "Oh no. I don't know vhat that vas but you are going to fight me properly."

"Well I hope this kid is somethin' special. I'm only gittin paid for you." A female voice says behind you.

She honestly doesn't match her drawl. Mostly white hair except for a neon pink stripe, she runs her eyes over your training exercise with a strange mix of amusement and professionalism. By her wide full hips lie two revolvers and her smile is full and warm, but you're pretty distracted by the small metal stud in her lower lip.

"Pleasure to meetcha, Jamie. Jamie Marlin'" She offers her hand which your gingerly shake. Your grp is still uch tighter than hers despite the wounds.

"Purps." You inroduce yourself simply.

Luc is hefted by his wrist effortlessly, "Honamurei. PLease call me Hona." She says shaking with her left hand. "The brat is...."

"Luc Maddison-Remy. Even cuter than the last time I laid eyes on 'im." She puts her thumbs in her belt and cocks her hip. "Yer Pa ain't around?"

Luc shakes his head.

"Last we saw he was fighting some great evil." You offer running your hand through your hair with your good arm.

"Ain't that just like 'im." She sighs, "Well y'all see 'im again. Tell 'im it's been too long since we met up." She leaves the implication hanging, but it's seemingly above the others' heads.

"Now pop up into your wagon and I'll getcha fixed up." She says hopping into the wagon.

"Sure." You respond finding Honamurei, sans toddler, about to step up and follow.

"Don' think so birdy." Jamie says putting a hand in front of her.

"Ve're all Vomen here." She protests.

"All due respect, I dun' know you and yours. So I don know if you want her here, or if yer keen on getting your business out for yer friends here." Jamie objects as politely as she can.

"Hona, give Luc some fist fight sparring. Tell him no enigma." You take a deep breath before starting to undress. "No magic either just fists. Don't put holes in any buildings."

You clench your teeth sliding the dress down, the movement of shoulder rubbing burned skin against burned skin and making some semi closed wounds weep.

Jamie whistles appreciatively as she crosses the threshold of the wagon cabin, amazed to be in the little log living room. "Boy, y'all must be important to have somethin' lak this." She says as a compliment. "But let's see what am workin' with."

When you reveal your burned back you can practically feel the atmosphere in the room change, when you get the dress to your waist and have to stop as your body just refuses to slide the garments of any further you reach out to brace yourself on the couch.

[CONT]

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>>1152085

You stumble and are about to cry out until Jamie's hand finds your and supports you. "Quite the badass to even be awake with this." she murmurs, "Jamie's gotcha now."

You feel cold liquid being poured onto your back and running down your spine, it seems to chill you to your very core and you can't help but let out a small "Ahn" as it's followed up by a wave of relaxing magic applied through a fingernail.

Nothing is actually healed yet, but whatever spell this is is removing the pain. Alongside whatever potion Jamie has brewed, you find your muscles unclenching and relaxing for the first time since your incident.

"Now hold tight." She says as she displays surprising strength and care, tenderly leading your around the couch and allowing your other arm to brace on the armrest of it.

"Th-" Your tongue feels fuzzy.

"Yeah you're speech will be messed up for a minute or two honey." Jamie says.

She stands in front of you and you semi cover your chest in shame, but the medicine makes you sluggish. "Ain't gonna hurt you. Just need t' touch where the worst is. Can ye point that out fer me?" She asks.

You comply.

A fingernail grates against burned flesh but instead, the burns begin to lower. Raised skin begins to lower. Shiny burns slick with sweat and the remains of alcohol loses it's sheen and returns to it's pale almost ghostly hue.

Your tongue feels less heavy, but you notice that your legs are shaking, both from their burns and lack of medicine and the fact that a lot more time has passed than you thought.

Jamie begins lowering you to the couch. "I can pul that down for you or you can. Dunno how much it's wearin' off."

You mutely pull the dress down past your ankles and Jamie silently pulls the fabrics over your feet and toes and leaves it neatly folded on the nearby table you ate the onesider of. "Purps, y'seem quite an eclectic bunch. How'd ye get burned by Dragonfire huh?"

> Stay silent

> [PRIDE] Boast like a motherfucker

> [CURIOSITY] Question for a Question

> [LUST] Flirt... badly

> [SHAME] Look anywhere but her eyes and try to cover up

> Write-In

>>1152104
>> [CURIOSITY] Question for a Question

>>1152104
>> [CURIOSITY] Question for a Question

>>1152104
> [CURIOSITY] Question for a Question
Maximum knowledge.

>>1152104
> curiosity
But what question are we asking, why you got that thing in your lip? Where else do you get dragonfire but from dragons?

>>1152148
>>1152140
>>1152133
>>1152123

You guys can ask any question you want. Literally anything, you know how I do. This is sandbox as fuck.

>>1152178
Why did she choose to become a healer.

>>1152182

If somebody seconds that then I'll take it.

>>1152182
this is fine also asking about the dragon we fought by name if it gave one.

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>>1152148
>>1152140
>>1152133
>>1152123
>>1152182
>>1152200

"If you're asking questions. I get to ask quesitons too." You rasp, whatever that medicine did really messed up your voice.

"Shoot." She replies.

"Why did you become a healer?" You ask,

"Well I was always pretty good at cookin' as a kid. Then one a ma friends made tha mistake of tellin' me cookin' and healin' is the same. Turned out I had a knack for it." She smiles.

"And the magic came later." You finish which recieves a nod.

"Now about yer dragon friend." She begins.

"There's not much to tell." You montone, "Honamurei and I sparred. Suddenly Dragon." You shrug with your newly healed shoulder as Jamie moves away and opens up a bottle, the smell of lemons fills the room and soon the shivering cold sensation you felt on your body is replicated on your thighs, and well.... it's a good thing Hona isn't here to make lewd comments. "I muh-muh managed to take his front two legs off and we ran."

"Pull the other one." Jamie gasps.

"No I'm serious." You reply, "I kicked it's ass."

She whistles in appreciation.

"Oh my tu-uuurnnn." Your voice pitches higher again as some of the medicine runs down between your legs, "Do you happen to know the dragon's name?"

"Askin the wrong woman darlin'." She sheepishly admits as she kneads the mdicine into your wrecked hamstrings. She slowly lifts your leg up and has you keep it straight to make sure it's covering all the burned area, "There's a bookish sort, Fergus. He keeps a small library an could he ya out if y'ask nice."

Lowering your leg she begins channeling her magic into her hands, before she begins mending your marred skin she asks, "Where is Captain Remy really?"

> I don't know

> I think he's dead

> I told the truth (LIE)

> Write-In

>>1152306
>> I think he's dead

>>1152306
>I think he's dead
Whoops! D-Don't tell Luc?

>>1152306
>> I think he's dead, just dont tell that to Luc

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>>1152324
>>1152323
>>1152313

"IF I'm being honest. I think he is dead." You say quietly. You see her place her hands on your inner thighs and you watch as your burned flesh heals before your eyes.

"You think?" She repeats,

"Look don't tell Luc, but I think he's dead. I haven't seen a body or any confirmation. But..." You trail off.

"I see. These things happen. Prolly with his wife now." Jamie says halfheartedly.

You briefly consider trying to console her, but you're almost strangers despite how fmailiar she now if with your anatomy. So instead you just change the subject, "If someone were to set up a dance performance for money, where would they do it?"

She looks at you as if you'd asked if you asked what the sky is. "Town Square. Right in the middle."

> Awkwardly sit in silence (Skip to fully healed)

> [CURIOSITY] How'd you know Matt and Luc

> [LUST] Make a lewd joke

> Write-In

>>1152468
> Awkwardly sit in silence (Skip to fully healed)

>>1152468
>> [CURIOSITY] How'd you know Matt and Luc

>>1152468
> [CURIOSITY] How'd you know Matt and Luc

>>1152468
>> Awkwardly sit in silence (Skip to fully healed)

>>1152468
>[CURIOSITY] How'd you know Matt and Luc

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>>1152635
>>1152632
>>1152614
>>1152538
>>1152537

You get to your feet under the scrutinizing gaze of Jamie. "So how do you know Luc and Matt?" You ask, hoping she'll blink as you clench and unclench your hand, stretch your legs, bounce on your feet.

You also notice you have a flame tattoo abover your pussy now. You need to have a word with Minerva about where she places her blessings.

"Well I don' reckon y'all gonna cause a ruckus. But I'm The Mayor-Captain." She gives a bashful smile as if you caught her stealing from the cookie jar. "

"Nice to meet you." You say
.
"Likewise Sweetheart." She replies with a smile."But if you're done giving me a showin' of yer undercarriage, ahm 'fraid I got work to do." She puts her thumbs back in her belt and heads towards the cabin opening. But not before tilting her head over her shoulder, "By the way. Hona's a lucky woman. If you had a swinger down there I'd be jealous."

You're not sure how to process what just happened.

> Track down Hona and Luc

> Test your newly healed body out

> Take a nap becuase, why not?

> Write-In

>>1152823
>> Track down Hona and Luc

We are paused for pathfinder.

Hope everyone enjoyed meeting a captain who didn't want to murderize or arrest us.

>>1152823
>> Take a nap becuase, why not?

>>1152823
>Track down Hona and Luc
Make sure they are both still alive.

>>1152823


> Take a nap becuase, why not?
Lol that pussys on fire ahah
And think how this chick just valled you and honha lovers and that she wants you to have a dick

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>>1153087
>>1153031
>>1152995
>>1152831

We're tied. It's 3:24 AM and I'm leaving for work at 10:30 so I'll try and update before then if the tie is broken.

>>1152468
>Track down Hona and Luc

>>1152823
>Take a nap

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>>1152831
>>>1152995
>>1152995
>>1153031
>>1153087
>>1155504

You redress with shaking hands, wondering at the weirdness of Jamie's parting remarks for a moment as you step off the bed of the cabin wagon.

You begin wandering through the town on foot, noticing the same accent as JAmie's surrounding you. It's a strange sensaiton being marked for an outsider just by your tongue, but as you walk down worn cobbles with bustling crowds around you - you feel very welcome.

A few times you're sure you catch someone out the corner of your eye dashing into side streets, but you are quite the curiosity. The old wives and marketwomen all note you as you pass and discuss you in hushed tones.

But you can't help noticing a man cloaked in a duster so old that calling it worn would be a compliment. You don't see much of his face, only his nose and odd yellow eyes. When he realises you've made him he reaches up and tips his hat slightly. Before he orders a drink from a nearby wench.

Something about the man raises your guard. But you continue walking along with the current of the town, marvelling in the straight prickly pines dotting each intersection.

It takes oyu the better part of an hour to track down your companions, Hona's gold hair only coming into view admist a tapestry of auburn and brown when you step back to allow a carriage to pass you by.

But you feel a tug at your waist. A little girl is standing there.

> Address the small child

> Ignore Child, catch up to Hona & Luc

> Kidnap child and reunite with group

> Write-In

>>1155897
> Kidnap child and reunite with group
I bet she's some kind of cannibal spy that's trying to distract us from finding Hona & Luc.

>>1155897
> Kidnap child and reunite with group

>>1155897
>> Address the small child

>>1155918
>>1155910
>>1155908

You see Honamurei's bright hair getting further away, "Come with me." You say picking up the small child and putting her under your arm like some kind of bizzare suitcase.

"But-" She begins to sputter out only to be silenced as you bend your legs and crouch before launching into a powerful jump. Sailing over carriages and shoppers, you land on the other end of the street a good fifteen metres in your friends' path.

Honamurei gives you a wave and you reply in kind.

"That weren't ladylaik!" The girl protests as you put her down as far away from the thoroughfare as possible. It's oddly quiet here where the food stalls meet the craft stalls.

"What did you want anyway?" You ask with a tilt of your head.

"Have you been to Hell?" She asks bluntly.

> Uhm. Yes?

> Technically.

> No.

> Come again?

> Write-In

>>1156026
> Come again?
> Technically.

>>1156026
>Maybe, most likely I think...

>>1156026
> Technically.

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>>1156047
>>1156030
>>1156029

"Well. I mean... technically." You stammer.

"Well then. Lady Zelam had a vision that a purple haired lady who'd been to Hell would come." She says in rote memorisation handing you a slip of paper. You take it dumbfounded. "She says it's very important you come see her. She lives in Murillo." She reports with all the calm efficiency of a soldier.

You are about to reply when she skips off into the busy street. Her brown hair is lost amidst the wide hips and rotund bellies of the locals and istead you're left with nothing but a letter in your hand and a slack jaw as Honamurei and Luc approach.

> Don't tell them about this and hide the letter

> Tell them a weird little girl gave you a letter

> Tell them everything

> Write-In

>>1156197
>> Tell them everything
>>Them dam enigmas mates

>>1156197

> Tell them a weird little girl gave you a letter
Cant go anywhere without something happening

>>1156197
> Tell them everything

>>1156197
> tell then everything
No, a prophecy!

When did we go to hell?

>>1156366
>When did we go to hell?
every time we die I think

>>1156389
I thought we just went to the dealer's space base, and not in body either.

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>>1156229
>>1156223
>>1156216
>>1156366

"So a little girl came up to me. Handed me this letter and asked if I'd been to Hell." You wave you paperladen hand. "apparently some woman living in a place called Murillo had a vision and I need to go see her.

"Huh." Hona says.

"Why didn't she just take you to her?" Luc asks.

"I wish I knew."

"Vell, have you opened it yet?" Hona asks.

"No."

"Vell get to opening." She snaps tapping her foot.

After shredding the envelope with a finger and opening up the paper within, you find a map pointing you to the North East gate and then what you'd estimate to be a two minute run if you put some effort into it. The area is marked "Murillo."

"Our Oracle has given me directions." You deadpan.

"But she didn't get the girl to bring you." Luc muses.

"Ve can't go anyvhere vithout fun times." Hona chirps.

"Well, maybe the oracle thought you'd think that it was a trap if she got the girl to lead you. So she thought you'd be better with the choice to come or not come rather than looking like she coerced you." Luc states.

"Well, I don't know if I filled you in. But apparently I used to live in Murillo." You notice Hona and Luc's shock. "Yeah, Violet says the me before her lived in a place called Murillo."

"So ve have a lead on your past?" Hona sighs, "But ve really need money."

"We have two days to gather the money. I doubt that visiting this ORacle will take that long." Luc counters.

"Zelam." You interrupt, silencing them briefly, "Her name is Zelam."

> Zelam then Make Money

> Money then Zelam

> Write-In

>>1156433
> Money then Zelam

>>1156433
>> Zelam then Make Money

>>1156433
> Zelam then Make Money
muh plot

>>1156433
>Zelam first
She might be able to point is too a wonderful money making opportunity. Or our old family living in our old estate. We can then kick then out and sell it.

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Posting the map with current Region:

>>1156459
>>1156444
>>1156441
>>1156440

Calling for Zelam. Gonna walk doggo and get some food though.

Bonus points if anyone guesses who Zelam is.

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Rolled 19 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>1156459
>>1156444
>>1156441
>>1156440

"Honestly, it's probably better to go see Zelam now." You admit, "We shouldn't be outside of town at night and if we do some dancing odds are it'll take a few hours to turn profit."

"Plus I can't really dance." Luc admits running his shoe in small circles.

"Vell you are cute enough to panhandle for us!" Honamurei says rubbing his hair and picking him up. "Ve should move quickly correct?" Her mouth lights up at the prospect of a challenge.

"Ho-" You try to say but she's gone, your eyes unable to track her speed, instead you see a ripple of people being blown out the way by her backdraft.

> Use the rooftops

> Slipstream

> Write-In


Roll 1d20 to race beat this roll.

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>1156762
>> Slipstream
like hell we're winning against that

>>1156792

Honamurei's the name Speed's her game.

You're too slow.

Guess it's time to debut Hona's theme music next post unless we nat20.

Rolled 8 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>1156762
Ha ha ha ha yeah.

>>1156806

Oi you, purps doesn't get a +2.

Well... she could if she went full power in a populated town.

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1156762
> Slipstream
we can do this.
Just gotta believe.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>1156762
I'm just here to bait RNGesus

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>>1156818
>>1156816
>>1156806
>>1156792

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YPaz0p2dpEk

You rush into the breach. The parted avenue of free space in the busy little town giving you ample opportunity to stretch your legs out. You hop over obstacles as smooth as a spring river running down a mountain and you begin to see a gold head of hair on the horizon.

Honamurei has a massive lead. Her trademark speed fully employed as she outstrips you; even having to account for the throng of Tinton's residents is nothing before.

[THE NIMBLE SONGBIRD] is beautiful in her skill, Luc's burden is not even enough to throw her off balance as her feet delicately and precisely bob and weave as she spins around an oncoming carriage.

The spin reveals your friend's one eyed face for just a moment, she beams like a sunray through a cloudy day at her own freddome to just be. In that moment she laughs out loud, her familiar trilling sound carrying over the hustle and bustle and the wind in your ears as you push your restored muscles to their limit.

She clears the wall ahead of you, jumping from a shop roof, to a guard tower, across the moat before tearing off into the surrounding wilderness in a black and gold blur.

You take a shortcut and simply sprint up and over the wall. Enigma use is the only thing keeping you within eyesight of her. She's on your terrain now; all the tall trees are perfect for your style of movement and are just fodder for your enigma.

...But you should probably reign this in in case Zelam's message is a trap.

> Shout at her

> Use your enigma to catch up

> [PRIDE] Minerva's Lantern to catch up

> Write-In

>>1156902
>> Use your enigma to catch up

>>1156902
> Use your enigma to catch up

Heading to bed guys.

Love ya all. Plot Tomorrow night.

THE SIRENS ARE SINGING

>>1156902


> Use your enigma to catch up

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>>1157830
>>1156969
>>1156948

You grit your teeth an dbounce from branch to branch, propelling yourself forward with every footfall. Whilst Honamurei is having to take care and land on top of the branches, you make gravity your bitch and bounce from the bottom and the sides of branches.

You rapidly gain on her, "Okay. Slow down."

"Vhat? Vhy?" She responds as you both fall into step jumping between giatn branches, in the same arc so you can have a conversation at only sprain neck pace instead of breakneck pace.

"I'd rather you not sprint into a trap." You say. "Are you okay Luc?" You ask to the child as white as a sheet on your friend's back.

"Feel sick." He whines.

"Look we're almost -" You say before the two of you burst out of the leafy canopy into open air. "Oh." You say as you tumble to the ground with the sound of Hona's laughing trilling in your ears.

"Vait I'm holding Luc!" Hona cries out in alarm, snapped out of her elation in terror from the responsibility, "SHIIIIIIIIII-"

You catch a glimpse of a ruined plantation behind an impossibly high wall before you plummet like a stone. Tucking and rolling on the wet grass you immediately spin and look up.

In a blur of motion you see Luc being thrown at you by Honamurei, the toddler hurtling towards you like a bullet. Standing your ground, you catch him, locking your legs and sliding back in the dirt a solid seven feet. Only to stumble as Hona leaves a crater in the ground nearby.

You turn and look at the colossal wall of immaculate stone, despite the age... It stands intimidating, perfect and imposing. Seamless except for two mighty statues flanking a cracked front gate.

"Well we're here." You announce, putting down Luc as Hona picks herself up.

"What now?" Luc asks as he sits down and shuts his eyes in an effort not to vomit.

> We knock

> I'll just walk up the wall

> Maybe Zelam or the girl shows up?

> Write-In

>>1159380
>> We knock

>>1159380
>> We KNOCK KNOCK OPEN UP THE DOOR ITS REAL

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>>1159394

With the nine inch BURR BURR OF STAINLESS STEEL

>>1159380
> We knock

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>>1159406
>>1159394
>>1159387

"We knock." You say, walking up to the gate. You feel observed, like a hundredhidden eyes are squarely looking at your back. But you slowly bring up your hand and do your best to ignore the feelings of a million restless spirits walking instep with you.

You knock once.

You knock twice.

You knock thrice.

The gate spits dust at you as mechanisms silently roll and the doors begin to part for you. Honamurei and Luc make to follow you, only to be stopped as the very earth shakes beneath your feet. Four feet the size of houses step forth to bar their path.

Hona and Luc look to you, hands ready to draw weapons. The giant golems, each looking able to go toe to toe with the dragon you fought step out form the wall. Rubble falls from their shoulders and backs as they march.

> Fight The Golems 3v2

> Tell Hona and Luc to Run

> Stop them somehow (How?)

> Write-In

>>1159433
>> Tell Hona and Luc to Run

>>1159433
I sorta get the feeling we're expected. Can we just tell them that? Maybe say our name, say the lady expected us.

>>1159537
>>1159439

Ties and not on father's day.

> Run

and

> Command Golems to stop.

>>1159622
>Command Golems to stop.
They are with me!

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>>1159743
>>1159537
>>1159439

You run over to Luc and Hona calling out to the golems, "They're with me! Lady Zelam wanted to meet!"

They stop, one just after it had begun to raise it's arm with showers of stone, rubble and dirt. Ancient carved eyes seem to stare at you, your gaze doesn't waver. In a standoff against two unliving ancient creatures of stone and magic - you win. They back down, retreating into their spot.

Each step reverberates through the ground into your bones, but soon the wall is whole once more as the two golems reintegrate seamlessly into it.

You're not sure what Zelam's deal is, but she's got some powerful bodyguards.

"I didn't think Golems could get that powerful." Luc says to Hona as you approach.

"Vhat do you mean?"

"You couldn't feel the magic off of them?" He replies shocked.

"Well, I could tell they were powerful, but I can't sense magic." You admit.

Hona chirps up with, "Ve vere very nearly in for some trouble then!"

"Well your instinctual reaction might be tinged by a bit of magic sensing Purps." Luc ponders scratching his nose as you all head through the colossal stone gate, "golems shouldn't be that strong. There's supposed to be a limit to artificial life and souls, but that limit was pretty firmly met by Republican Artificers." He bites his lip.

"I'm guessing these Golems are much tougher?" Hona asks, honestly it's nice to see Luc getting so consumed in a mystery.

"Even The Sentinel of Sonnat isn't as mighty as those two." He realizes in a troubled tone.

You're silent for the majority of that discussion, taking in Murillo. The estate is four storeys tall. Each plank of wood is rotten and withered with age. Time having mishapen the very structure of the household so that it bends inwards in the middle. The slanted roof is riddled with holes wider than boulders, each hole surrounded by singe marks and devestation.

You take a step off the raised platform around the gate, eyes locked on the house. Your foot lands with a crushing crack, surprising yourself as dust dances around the air at your footfall. A small skull, shattered by your passing. The rest of the child's skeleton facing the gate.

Another, adult skeleton is propped against a well. A cracked wooden plank has a femur bone embedded there. There are no signs of life, even the grass waves in the wind almost reluctantly. Lady Zelam's household is a place of death, an ancient necropolis which seems to drain the life and colour out of the environment.

Luc gasps as you raise your foot and you hear Hona swear under her breath. Broken windows look down at you accusingly, ghosts whisper in resentful tones in your mind, a crushing sense of [SHAME] fills you.

Your hands are shaking.

> [SHAME] Pray

> [DETERMINATION] Head inside

> [FEAR] Leave

> [PRIDE] Ask Hona and Luc to wait here

> Write-In

Regardless of vote give me a d100 DC90 best of 3.

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>1159837
>> [DETERMINATION] Head inside

>>1159837
>[SHAME] Pray
Minnie, we may have some clensing to do.

>There's supposed to be a limit to artificial life and souls
So she shoved a couple of people into golem shells?

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>1159863
DC90, not even a challenge. Unlike remembering to roll.

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>1159837
>[SHAME] Pray

>>1159999
>>1159866
>>1159863
>>1159849

Writing once I roll my 5ed character's stats up.

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>>1159866
>>1159863
>>1159849

You take a moment and close your eyes and exhale. "Minerva, take these souls into your light." You whisper trying not to let the fact this used to be your home hit too hard. You can't help but feel responsible for this somehow, as if it were your hand that committed this atrocity.

You fell Luc's hand take your left and hona's take your right. They both give you a reassuring squeeze.

It bolsters your spirits enough to step off further into the graveyard. A garden untilled for decades lies buried in weeds and vines.

Fences shattered and trambled are stepped over as you all pick your way through the corpse strewn grounds. It's then you notice a small pair of footprints in the muddy grass, leading directly to the door. You don't think they're fresh, but with the deliberate placement of her steps, you thinkg that the little girl from town comes here often. But... how would she get in?

You step up onto the porch and though the wood protests it does not give, the wailing weakness of the wood follows you as every step is a creaking discordant reminder of the estate's death.

The door is barely open when you smell something diiferent from the musty stale death. You smell... tea?

So distracted by you're unusual smelling you lose you balance and stumble forward when the door that your hand is resitng upon is opened.

A huge hand wraps around your waist and rights you in a practiced manuever, you whirl around ready to fight as Honamurei and Luc storm in after you. You all find yourself looking at a Mish-Mash of rocks and gems eight feet high and three feet wide.

It blinks at you, surrounded by the decaying magesty of a luxury estate. The cobwebs and dust spinning through the air from your stumble seem to avoid him, even as the half shattered chandelier swings wildly from the vaulted ceiling.

> [DETERMINATION] I'm here for Zelam

> [PRIDE] I'm Purps

> [CURIOSITY] What are you?

> [GRATITUDE] Thanks for catching me

> Write-In

>>1160235
>> [PRIDE] I'm Purps

>>1160235
>[PRIDE] I'm Purps
Just in case they think we are the, much delayed, maid service.

>>1160235

> [PRIDE] I'm Purps

Guse we are meeting our little girl all grown up

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"I'm Purps." You say simply.

It shakes it's head.

"I don't vink he agrees vith you Purps." Hona says with a giggle. It almost feels sacriligous for her to find any joy in this place.

"This feels more like a normal golem." Luc mutters just loud enough to hear.

"Vhere is your Lady Golem?" Honamurei asks.

He points to you.

Groaning your rub your eyes with your palms. "Butler, stop being a fool and let them in. please."

He seems to respond well to that direction, stomping his way on protesting floors through the hallway and to the first door on the left. As opposed to every other room in this house - this parlour is well kept. Though all luxury is gone, it boasts a table, a selection of seating places, a lovely thick white blanket and several gas lighted lanterns hanging in the room.

You are confused when Butler stops at the wall and slouches over, seemingly in some kind of sleep.

You then notice the white blanket has a pair of ears that twitch under your inspection. It's a fox woman, like Tornin. Ancient and withered, she has become one with the padded throne in which she rests. Once bright red eyes are not tired and sunken, with all the luster of a muddy puddle. Her hands, more skeletal claws than hands in truth are crossed in her lap.

Her loose rags, probably once prime fashion of her time fit snugly. With her fur brushed and maintianed, you suspect the little girl is the only reason your hostess has even survived to see this day.

She looks at you, gazes locking. Tears fill Zelam's eyes for but a moment before they are blinked away, you see the ancient one's ears perk up as she tried to adopt her regal persona; but you hear one word slip out, "Mama."

The room falls back into silence, there is a lump in your throat as surely as your heart beats. A heartbeat that you hear thrumming steadily with every second. Every second that feels like a week as your hands tremble, this was your home.

You can't look away from her. No matter how hard you try. You can't cry either. You're numb. every bit the unfeeling creature you were when you woke up on that hill beneath that tree.

> Write-In

>>1160437
Okay, just checked the archives and Violet told us that her predecessor Laurelai had a family here.
>"It's good to meet you. This place is a mess."
Why has she got an inverted nose! Im' not sure I want to know what her father was now.

That's going to be the last update for tonight. I'll try to do some more tomorrow, but it's v-day so no promises. Maybe do a lewd request.

BEWARE THE DEMON WHO LURKS WITHIN YOUR VOICE.

BEWARE THE VILLAIN WHO LIVES WITHIN YOUR ART

THE SIRENS ARE SINGING AND TEARING THEMSELVES APART

>>1160485
What is this, do you have nightmares about your characters or something?

>>1160437

So its been a bit, whats happened?

>>1160829

Welcome back blue anon, there's a recap in this thread's OP.

In short, shit got crazy.

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>>1160467
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>>1160829

"It's good to meet you." You say with a forced smile. You have to bite your gum a little to bite back the tears, "This place is quite a mess isn't it?"

"It is, frightfully so. " She says, pulling herself up to her full seated height with obvious discomfort, "Poor Butler can't keep up with all the cleaning." She covers her hand like she said some scandalous joke.

The golem in question shakes to life at the mention of his name and blinks for a second before stomping over to Zelam's side like a well trained dog.

"At least he seems very obedient. I'm afraid my companions aren't quite so." You find yourself making the same mouth covering gesture.

"Vell Ve don't all follow ze glorious Starborn master race." Hona quips sticking out her tongue.

"I don't recall having done anything particularly bad Purps." Luc protests furiously as he clenches his fist and frowns.

"we are in polite company." You growl, "I can remind you later." The temperature sharply rises as you intimidate the child.

"Speaking of these matters, Purps. You have yet to introduce your companions." Zelam councils.

"This is Seargeant Honamurei, Grinnsmon's finest sword/" You gesture grandly and your friend has the manners to half bow. "This is Luc Maddison-Remy. Attendant to Captain Matthieu Maddison-Remy of Grinnsmon."

Luc bows low, "It is a pleasure to meet you Lady Zelam, I am honoured by your hospitality."

He finds his hair being ruffled and you stifle a chuckle at the outrage on his face. "Such a polite boy you are." Zelam coos, "And for a guardswoman you carry a certain air of class yourself Miss Honamurei."

"Vell we can't all be Ladies and Lords can ve?" She offers.

Zelam cackles, "Are they still calling me Lady? Like I'm some lost princess?" She practically shrieks before being racked by coughs.

"Vell you vere introduced to us by that name." Honamurei says stonefaced, ever hating be the butt of a joke.

"Well I guess I should smack my Felicia one." She adjusts the fur aorund her ears, "But we are just dancing around the true subject aren't we, ""Purps"" She steers conversation back to you.

"Yes. We are." You admit, not really wanting to end the small talk.

> Could we have some privacy Luc, Hona?

> [WORRY] Are you sure you two want to be here for this?

> [RELIEF] It''ll probably be best to get this out in the open.

> Write-In

>>1161492
>> [RELIEF] It''ll probably be best to get this out in the open.

>>1161494

Gonna call it here and make a new thread once I'm back from Fiance's tomorrow.

Dialogue heavy thread next one most likely, so bring your question and write-in hats.

>>1161492

> [WORRY] Are you sure you two want to be here for this?

>>1161492
>> Could we have some privacy Luc, Hona?

I get wanting to be honest but goddamn, that doesn't mean airing everything out, especially when purps isn't 100% sure on whats happening.

>>1161492
>[RELIEF] It'll probably be best to get this out in the open

>>1161873
It might help our companions keep us honest if they know there was a better version of ourself in the past.