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>>1190339
>>[Check your phone? Maybe, you can use the map feature to get your bearings.]
Oh shit nigger this is happening.

>>1190339
>>[Check your phone? Maybe, you can use the map feature to get your bearings.]

>>1190339
>[Check your phone? Maybe, you can use the map feature to get your bearings.]

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Calling it in 5 minutes.

>>1190339
>[Check your phone? Maybe, you can use the map feature to get your bearings.]
This is finally happening. You make me so happy, TM.

>>1190339
>[Check your phone? Maybe, you can use the map feature to get your bearings.]

Well you might as well just check the map before just wandering off in a random direction. It’s probably for the best considering you wouldn’t even know where to start.

Taking out your smartphone, you bring up the map screen to see that you are currently…

…In the middle of a lake located in Sweden.
That doesn’t seem right. No network connection either, so you won’t be calling anyone anytime soon. Looks like for the time being the phone is relegated to being an expensive flashlight. Shit.

Your attention is drawn away from your flashlight by the feint sound of what you would guess to be horses. Possibly a cart to boot, judging from the dull wooden clattering accompanying them. Maybe you’re in a more rural area? Either way, there should be someone who can give you directions.

Heading through the bushes carefully, you encounter a landmark. A road! Well, a dirt road, but you can’t really complain.
Your earlier suspicions are confirmed once you look a bit further down the road and spot a pretty rustic looking wooden cart being pulled by a horse.

Maybe you're in Europe somehow, you remember seeing something about horse carts on the telly that one time.

The cart itself seems to be carrying a variety of grains along with some unrecognizable things you assume to be a sort of vegetable or fruit, and at the front there is a young man in a simple white shirt and brown pants steering.
He does not appear to have noticed you yet.

>[Approach him for directions or a ride?]
>[You don’t really trust the guy. Let the cart pass by and follow it down the road with your own two feet.]
>[Write in]

>>1190404
>>[Write in]
Stand back, but call out to him. "Hey! Heeeeeey!"

>>1190404
>>[Approach him for directions or a ride?]

>>1190404
Backing >>1190410

>>1190404
>Approach him and ask where we are.

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Rolled 2 (1d2)

Welp, a tie.
1=Write in
2=Approach for a ride
Either way, Writing.

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>>1190442
>>1190413
Putting on your best smile, you start toward the cart.

“Hey there,”, you call out to the fellow riding the cart. “I’m sorry to bother you, but I appear to be lost! I was hoping that you would be able to tell me where I’ve ended up.”

The farmer regards you curiously for a moment before speaking, “Well, yer’ on the road just between Dornwich and Vaburgh.”

Your smile takes a slight hit, you don’t recognize either of those names. “What country am I in?”

The farmer gives you a funny look. “Ecrus of course.”

Well fuck, you’ve never heard of a place like that, and your no closer to finding out where you are. You smile and nod anyway. “Uh… Where do you happen to headed?”

“Oh, just up do Vaburgh market.”

“Hmm… Would you mind if hitched a ride?” Maybe you can find a map somewhere in Vaburgh, wherever that is.

The farmer thinks for a moment before answering. “Sure, I guess. Hop on,” as he reaches out to help you up onto the cart bench, which you accept. Soon you’re riding alongside… huh, you never learned his name, did you.

>[Ask the farmer about himself]
>[Ask if there’s any place that has cellphone reception nearby]
>[Write in?]

>>1190646
>[Ask the farmer about himself]

>>1190646
>>[Ask the farmer about himself]
So, uh, what're ya headed up to Vaburgh market for?

>>1190646
>>[Ask the farmer about himself]

>>1190646
>[Ask the farmer about himself]

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>Ask the farmer about himself

>WRITING

You are about to ask for your benefactors name, but the farmer beats you to the punch.
“So… What’s your name?”
>Write in
>What gender is the MC?

>>1190740
Alexander
Male

>>1190740
>Sean MacDamon
Ma was a Scot.
>Male

>>1190740
Marcus Wright
Male

>>1190748
Will support this, but we should be blonde

>>1190753
This

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>TFW you have a power outage right as you're writing an update
>WRITING

>>1190740
>Cecil Percy Reed.
>Male
We're touchy about our given name and use our middle name instead.

>>1190816
But QM, it's a tie.

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Shit, just noticed the Tie

Markus Wright=1

Sean MacDamon=2

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>1190840

>>1190840
“Huh, well it’s nice ta’ meet you Markus, I’m Sigmund.”

“So, what are you headed to the market for?”

“Oh, just lookin’ ta’ buy some nails n’ other tools, and,” Sigmund turns to point at the vegetables the cart is carrying “ta’ sell some of the harvest. What ‘bout you, how’d you get into the woods?”

>Tell him the full story
>Lie *What will you tell him*
>Write in?

>>1190869
>>Lie *What will you tell him*
Just studying nature. Took a wrong turn and got lost.

>>1190869
>Tell him the truth
>Laugh
>I just go for walks every now and then. It's good for you, apparently.

>>1190869
>Lie *What will you tell him*
"Not sure. I remember trying a new drink a mate of mine made, and then waking up in the middle of the woods. Where exactly am I?

>>1190869
>>Lie *What will you tell him*
I.... I don't remember! Wait, where'd I come from?

(Say you have amnesia. Quickest way to guard your backstory without thinking up anything elaborate.)

Can I get some consensus?

>>1190904
No.

>>1190904
Sure, I'll switch to the bender one. It's the easiest story to back up with our genuine confusion and panic.

Calling it.

>A bender for the ages
>Writing

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amnit, can’t tell him what actually happened or you’ll sound crazy. Time for the classic excuse!
“Well one of me mates invited me out for a night on the town, and one thing led to another and I’m waking up in the forest of an unfamiliar country; you know how it is.”
Perfect.

Sigmund raises an eyebrow at you “So you got drunk, and somehow wander’d out into th’ forest of a diff’rent country,” You don’t think he buys it. “Eh, sure. I’ve ‘eard weirder.”

You let out a sigh of relief.

Sigmund looks like he’s about to ask you something else, when he perks up suddenly “Ey, were ‘ere!”

…Huh
Yep you’re here alright, and right into a town out of the middle ages, with guards in armor and everything. You are definitely not in Britain anymore you think to yourself as the cart rolls through the stone gate of the town, people running around in rustic dress.

Sigmund catches your attention once more “I ain’t too sure about yer’ story, but if yer’ still lost ya probably wana check out the adventurer’s guild. They prolly’ have a map in their library over there.

>Thank him and check that out. Maps are good.
>Ask what other places are around here.
>Write in?

>>1191039
>>Thank him and check that out. Maps are good.
>>Ask what other places are around here.
No real reason to not ask both.

>>1191039
>>Thank him and check that out. Maps are good.
>>Ask what other places are around here.

>>1191039
>Ask what other places are around here.

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>>1191048
>>1191054
>So much to do so much to see so much wrong with wandering around a strange town lacking basic landmark information

>WRITING

“Uh, are there any other places I should know about in this town?”

Sigmund strokes his chin thoughtfully “Well, there the smithy just next to the Guild, and then there’s the market in th’ center of town… OH! And there’s an Inn right across from th’ guild!”

Huh, how convenient. “Where is the guild anyway?”

“Oh, just down the street there,” Sigmund points straight ahead.

“Alright, thanks. Have a good day,” you say, hoping off the cart.

“Likewise,” Sigmund answers riding past you,
-
Huh, this here must be the adventurer’s guild. The smithy is right next to this building, and just as Sigmund said there’s an in just across from it. Neat. Oh well, no time like the present. You maneuver around a chatty group of peasants and push open the oak door into the large hall.

There are small groups of people with a variety of equipment scattered across the hall, some conversing with their fellows, a couple of loners looking awfully broody here and there, and a loud group of three fellows, two women and a tall man arguing in front of what looks like a notice board.

There also appears to be a receptionist sitting behind a counter looking quite bored, with a sign saying… “No Magic”? What?

>Talk to the receptionist(?)
>Check out what the three in front of the notice board are arguing about
>Write in?

>>1191278
>>Talk to the receptionist(?)
Ask what kind of jobs are available for a poor, under-equipped sod like you.

Extending voting time to 20 min to compensate for slow thread.

Also It wont let me upload images for some reason.

>>1191278
>>Talk to the receptionist(?)

>>1191278
>Talk to the receptionist(?)

>>1191283
We don't even know what's going on. Why would we ask for a job already?
>Talk to the receptionist: Ask to see a map. Ask if she knows what England is.

>>1191348
Because we're a genre-savvy motherfucker. We've read enough books to know how this works.

>>1191355
I disagree. We don't sound like we know what's going on. If we did, we'd be freaking out at least a little.

Might as well get that map you came for, those people arguing probably wouldn’t appreciate you butting in anyhow.
You walk up to the receptionist “Uh, excuse me.”

The receptionist not even looking up from what appears to be a book starts talking in an incredibly bored tone of voice “Hello, welcome to the adventurer’s guild. If you are here for a job, please check the notice board.”

“But I’m not here for a job,” you counter. “I’m in need of a map.”

The receptionist looks up, still seemingly bored “I’m sorry, but we don’t have any treasure maps at the moment, please come back later.”

All right, fuck this. “Look, all I need is an atlas. Not a job, and not a fucking treasure map.”

The receptionist raises an eyebrow “Well why didn’t you say so,” Before you can come back with a snide remark, the receptionist reaches under the desk and pulls out a worn piece of what looks like dried leather and rolls it open. “Does this help?”

{Pic here cause 4chan is refusing to upload posts with images attached: http://i.imgur.com/oDO25a8.jpg}

....Well fuck, looks like you ain’t in Kansas anymore.

>>1191447

Thanks for running, boss

Welp, that went pretty well. Sorry for the slow thread, but I had to get the scene set up. I'll prolly run again on friday.

Shill shit: https://twitter.com/VMajik

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>>1191447
Thanks for running, TM.