>>1268320
>Hit the bricks for new leads?

Let's see what kind of contacts we know around Portland, since we have those dots now

>>1268320
>Hit the bricks
Any update on how the peeps are settling into their new identities\?

>>1268320
>Hit the bricks for new leads?
>Follow up on a rumor?
Ask our contacts if anyone's seen that dog in the park

>>1268355
Mary's going to attend summer school so that she can go to Sunrise High next semester. Her new name is Mary LaPour. Terry has found gainful employ as a gas-station cashier, and is living under the guise of Mary's uncle-in-law and caregiver, Alphonse LaPour. You try and visit them at least once per week.

>>1268414

Good to hear, we should try to find cool little baubles for Mary and useful stuff for Terry, be amazed at what people throw out sometimes. Have we yet seen what Mary actually looks like? Are the blankets actually a part of her mask?

Rolled 6, 5, 1 = 12 (3d10)

>>1268341
>>1268355
>>1268389
You circulate around the local fringe population, looking for info.

The Nook Man -"Who's there? You got my groceries? Good, good, just pass them through the slot. Listen: I saw them again. Little imps traipsing across the rooftops, stealing from people through the chimneys. Watched them through my telescope. That's the fifth time this month. Something strange. They never steal from the old colonial from 37th street: you know, the one that "medium" lives in? But they aren't a medium, not REALLY, because ghost's aren't real. What? No, of course they aren't, I'm not CRAZY."


Street Guy -"Hey, Jerry! Sit down, get a swig of this!
... Yeah, yeah, I know the drill. Keep seeing doors, you know. Doors where there shouldn't be doors, I mean. Standing in thin air, or on alley walls, I mean ON the walls, in front of other doors. It's mental! Mostly, it's all happening in a neighborhood in the West end of town: I hear people are even vanishing into them! Drives me to drink. Yeah, yeah "everything drives you to drink", save it.


Crazy Larry -"-y and spy on my thoughts now, HUH gubbmint! HA! YA CAN'T! I gots me FOIL now! Blocks out yer rays! Oh, it's you again, magic man. Don't go puttin' spells on me, now, heheheh!... Wassat? Oh, I've seed plenny! I've seed PLENNY! I seed... lessee... oh, saw a man running down the street all done up in wraps and chains! A mummy, runnin across the University quad, clear as day, bein' chased by burly men with butterfly nets! Only, that's not happened, because they ran through my head. An' then, there's a big frog living under Chinatown! It's eating all the chow mien! An' the psychiatrists's trying to make me crazy! I was taken there by... someone, an' I saw him, I saw the REAL him, and when I pointed, he changed back! T'was in NoPo! Then my son an' I went for ice cream- wait, when was that? My son... ah, fergeddit! Piss of, tree boy! Don't you spit on me! I din't fight in the War for this!"

You back off as the old man waves his fists at you.
"Okay, okay!"

>>1268508
"Good! Good! Geddouta my STREET!"

You jot down the new information in your notebook.

>Follow up on a rumor? (Rumors found here: http://pastebin.com/2a3H84FR )

>Visit someone you know?

>Visit the Goblin Market?

>Head to one of the Courts?

>Head to the Peculiarium?

>Use your new Book of Tales?

>Write-In

>>1268512
>Head to the Peculiarium?

Let's check in with the Autumn Court, maybe take a look at the Job Board

>>1268516

Oh hell, those job board postings are in our book now, while we're in the area let's swing by Downtown and check in with the lady who fears for her life

>>1268521
Sounds good to me

>>1268512
Procedural note: rumor section updated.

>>1268521
>>1268542
You start heading downtown.

1966 SE Hemlock Ave, Ladd's Addition, Downtown Portland. 3:30 PM.

The woman is blonde and in her early 30's, by your judgement. She's wearing a plain green blouse, and would look quite lovely, if her eyes didn't have big bags under them. She's currently sitting on the back porch of her quaint single-story home, smoking a cigarette. She hasn't noticed you, in your ratty coat, standing up the street and looking at her. Occasionally, she quickly scans the street with the jerky motion of a bird looking for a worm.

>Walk up to her

>Sneak up and try to startle her

>Write-In

>>1268637
>Walk up to her

>>1268637
>Walk up to her

>>1268637
>Walk up to her

>>1268637
>Walk up to her

"Ma'am I understand you're looking for some help with something?"

>>1268650
>>1268663
>>1268713
>>1268774
You walk up the street and climb the steps to the back porch.
"Hello, miss. I heard you were in need of help."

The woman jerks suddenly. "W-what are you even talking about?! I'm fine!"

"I know you aren't. You're in fear for your life. You want help."

"I-I..." Her head swivels around the street again. "You... better come inside."

The home is decorated in a contemporary fashion: lot's of warm, natural colors and wood paneling. You sit down on a couch and stare at the collection of books on the coffee table:
"Mythology and Folklore of the Salish." "Cottingly Fairies: Truth or Fiction?" "Grimm's Fairy Tales".

"So... what is your problem, exactly?"

"Um... it's my ex. We hooked up... like, a year ago, and we were really good... together, you know. But then, he started acting... weird, like he had lost his mind. I mean, he always used to call me his princess, but..."

She sniffs. "And now, he won't leave me alone. I've called the police, tried to get a restraining order, but he won't go away. And now, he's getting more violent. He's been calling me an evil witch that stole his princesses, and..."

Her voice goes quiet. "I'm scared."


>What do you want me to do?

>What are you willing to offer me?

>Do you know what I am?

>Write-In

>>1268883
>Do you know what I am?
"I saw those books on your shelf. Ma'am, do you believe in fairies?"

>>1268883
>What are you willing to offer me?

listen carefully and then

>What do you want me to do?

>>1268883
>What do you want me to do?
Then find out
>What are you willing to offer me?

>>1268883
these:
>>1268900
>>1268932

Don't allude to being anything other than a normal fellow human.

>>1268900
>>1268932
>>1268941
You lean forward.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Make him leave me alone. I mean, don't... you know, KILL him; I think he's sick. But just get him to get out of town or... get him help, please."

"And... what can you offer me?"

"...I'm pregnant."

"And? What's your poi-"
The weight of her words soak into you.

>... No. I'm not that kind of fairy. If you're that desperate, I'll help you for nothing.

>... I accept your offer. (Extend hand)

>Let me make you a different offer (write-in)

>>1269007
Damn, that's pretty crazy. QM if you remember the first thread, didn't Long-Of-Days buy us for the price of a baby's first laugh? How would we be able to set that sort of deal up

>>1269026
You can buy and sell ANYTHING through a pledge. However, something as... intangible as that is useless without a buyer.

>>1269037
How the heck did the bidding at our slave auction work, then, if baby laughs don't have a set value?
Would we be able to go to Conrad or someone and ask what sort of intangibles have buyers?

>>1269043

I suspect that intangibles are Gentry currency and we don't want to deal with them

>>1269047
>Gentry currency
I'd buy that. I'm honestly not on board with taking this baby, but I AM on board with extracting some value from it
>>1269051
this guy know's whats up. We should get his first fear, too, maybe we can gift it to the horned king or something

>>1269058

Yeah ended up deleting that because of the difficulty in moving the product. Could pay out major dividends but only if we actually found a good use for it.

Reposting the idea for people who missed it

"The child's first laugh, first fear, and first memory of a sunny day."

>>1269007
>Let me make you a different offer (write-in)
How about a token of the love she had with her ex? It'll be more valuable at the goblin market (being tangible and all) and I'm sure she won't mind parting with it.

>>1269078
>moving the product
Yeah I'll agree with that. I think we should talk to conrad, and get some more details about bargains that we can strike with mortals and what are some valuable things to ask for.
>>1269081
has the right idea

>>1269089

How about a token of love (between her and the ex) and the baby's first tear?

>>1269095

I agree, both are material and may have a good value

>>1269095
I'll support it, seems smart

>>1269095
Sounds good to me

>>1269102
Wait, she might be a fetch

>>1269119
Can fetches get pregnant? Seems unlikely... But either way we'll find out when we investigate the guy

>>1269130
They can, half fetches are also incredibly dangerous, it's rare though

>>1269130
If I remember correctly, they can it just turns out really really really badly.

>>1269095
>>1269099
>>1269101
"Now, why would I want to deal with another mouth to feed? Give me a symbol of your love and the first tear of your child, and I will hunt him until the ends of the earth, and if I don't catch him by the new moon, it will show that I am worth nothing."

You do your best to pitch your voice low and rumbling, to impress her. Apparently, it works, because she nods, and you feel the pledge seal itself.

"His name's Jacob Rolfe. He lives in a Beaverton tenement. Please... just fix him."

You hold her hands. "I'll do what I can."

>Go to the Peculiarium

>Go to Rolfe's tenement.

>Write-In

>>1269130
>
I agree. And if the kid turns out to be half-fetch letting us dispose of it would be payment enough

>>1269154
if it's a half fetch it full on kill with and ice and agent orange and nukes

>>1269150
>Go to the Peculiarium

Let's see if we can ask some questions of Conrad first and maybe get some advice on how to approach the situation

>>1269150
>>Go to Rolfe's tenement.

crash nearby and scout the plac

>>1269150
>Go to the Peculiarium
Inform them of the possibility of a half-fetch

>>1269150
>>1269192
And to ask him about selling what we were offered. It would be nice to get some instruction in that realm.

>>1269150
>Go to Rolfe's tenement.
>>1269192
>>1269167
Do we have any evidence of her being a fetch besides >>1269119
just suggesting it? I'm not saying it's impossible, just that we should probably get more proof before jumping to that conclusion

>>1269210
I think it's less the mother being a fetch and more Rolfe being a fetch. Fetches usually end up acting weird, like how Rolfe is acting right now.

>>1269220
Well in the way of Rolfe being a fetch we have evidence that "this one chick says he's acting weird." I think something more concrete might be in order

>>1269234
...Yeah, good point. Maybe we were getting worked up for no reason.

>>1269242
Heck, even if it is a half-fetch, its not like the baby is coming tomorrow. We've got time to do a thorough investigation

>>1269249

True but I would still like to get Conrad's insight and get a little bit more information about the deals themselves

Also this would be a good time to use the Paperback of Many Tales

>>1269210
Rolf said she was an imposter, maybe he's not crazy

So:

>Go to Peculiarium

>Go to Rolfe's Apartment

>Read the Paperback of Many Tales

>>1269305
>>Go to Rolfe's Apartment

>>1269305
>Go to Rolfe's Apartment

>>1269305
>>Go to Rolfe's Apartment

>>1269326
>>1269338
>>1269342

Sunny Days Tenement, Beaverton, Oregon (within walking distance of Portland). 6:00 PM.


You put on your scavenged pair of sandals before you start walking through the detritus that surrounds the Sunny Day Tenement building. You hear the crunch of syringes and the rumple of discarded condoms as you walk down the filth-stained street. There are many nice neighborhoods in Beaverton, but this place isn't part of them. With your... extra senses, you can FEEL the despair, rage, and naked, hedonic hunger emanating all around you. You look down at the slip of paper in your hand:
5B

You take the back stairwell to the fifth floor: the front one had a group of obvious thugs loitering in it, a few of which were openly armed.

The door to 5B is clearly undergoing the early stages of rot.

>Knock on the door

>Try and kick the door down.

>Try to pick/beat the lock

>Try and sneak in from the window

>Write-In

>>1269398
>Write-In

Let's talk to some of the folks around here about it, come up with a good cover story like that he owes someone money and they want it paid, which isn't far from the truth

>>1269398
Yeah this >>1269404

>>1269398
>>Try and sneak in from the window

>>1269404
>>1269398
Supporting

>>1269398
>>Write-In
>Let's talk to some of the folks around here about it, come up with a good cover story like that he owes someone money and they want it paid, which isn't far from the truth

>>1269404
>>1269406
>>1269421
You start circulating in the tenement, looking for information.

Presence + Persuasion: Chance dice (roll a d10, 10 only counts as success, 1 is dramatic failure. May spend 1 willpower to change to 3 dice.

Rolled 6, 7, 1 = 14 (3d10)

>>1269431

Willpower

Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>1269431

no will

Rolled 9 (1d10)

>>1269431
>>1269431
No willpower, lets minimize dram fail chances

>>1269441
To clarify: the three dice option works as normal.

>>1269445
Well, shit. Seems kinda late to change my roll though now

>>1269453

Well it's not like we have a complete set for either option

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>1269431

Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>1269431

>>1269483
>>1269441
>>1269440
"Hello, I just need to know about the guy in 5B-"

"Yeah, nah. Don't like your look, granddad."

"Oh, don't like my look, huh? Well, fine then."

It's clear no one in this tenement's going to talk, and also, that little bum needs to get hexed. Some use that was.

The door remains unmoved.


>Knock on the door

>Try and kick the door down.

>Try to pick/beat the lock

>Try and sneak in from the window

>Write-In

>>1269530

Well it certainly could have gone worse

>Knock on the door

>>1269530
>Write-In
Look through the keyhole

>>1269530
>Write-In
Try and find a vantage point to get a look at what is going on

>>1269530

How long until the next new moon anyways?

>>1269604
The 16th, but the pledge could, in theory be stretched to the 18th.

>>1269632

Wouldn't want to strain it too hard but it gives us wiggle room

>>1269574
>>1269583
You put your eye up to the keyhole-

The flicker of a dead TV screen burns in the corner. The living room is a mess of discarded take-out containers, unwashed clothes, and other, less identifiable things. The air through the keyhole smells of rot and decay. You can see a hand slumped on the arm of a chair facing the TV.


>Knock on the door

>Try and kick the door down.

>Try to pick/beat the lock

>Try and sneak in from the window

>Write-In

>>1269724
>Knock on the door
Couldn't hurt

>>1269724
>Knock on the door

>>1269724
>Knock on the door

>>1269789
>>1269736
>>1269791
You knock on the door once, and it swings in a few inches before hitting a pile of trash. You walk forward...

It's a small apartment: a living/dining/kitchen area, a bathroom, and a bedroom. Trash covers the floor. So do two bodies: a pair of blacks with stab wounds all over their chests. Their third lies in the chair facing the TV, a metal rapier through his heart. You start sweeping Rolfe's apartment for any sign of the perpetrator.

Roll Wits + Composure (4 dice)

Rolled 6, 4, 8, 8 = 26 (4d10)

>>1269802

Rolled 5, 8, 7, 1 = 21 (4d10)

>>1269802

Rolled 9, 10, 6, 6 = 31 (4d10)

>>1269802

Ah shit, not a place we want to be and what the hell is a rapier doing here

Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>1269814

Boom

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>1269817

And one

>>1269814
>>1269817
There's no one in the apartment besides you. A peek in the bathroom shows nothing but more trash. The bedroom looks like it hasn't been slept in for months. The wall above the bed is covered in torn-out pages: little pigs in their houses of straw, wood, and brick, clever cats in boots, princes turning into swans, brave tailors outwitting giants. All of them have been defaced by crazed scrawls penned by a desperate hand. Cut into the center of it all by some sharp object are the outlines of the words:

HAPPILY EVER AFTER

You spot two books lying beneath an overturned dresser in the bedroom: you bend over to dig them out. One's a copy of "Grimm's Fairy Tales" with half the pages missing. The other's a journal of some kind.

>Do a second search, looking for any clues.

>Read the Paperback of Many Tales

>Read the journal, carefully

>Get out of here

>Write-In

>>1269884
>Write-In
Grab the journal and get out. We can read it at the Pecularium where it's safe

>>1269884

Grab the journal and the book of fairy tales and then get out, we can read them all somewhere safe, but we should stay in the neighborhood, somewhere we can see the apartment in case he comes back

>>1269916
Switching to this

>>1269916
>>1269918
You grab the journal and the book of fairy tales and sprint down the stairs and across the street, where you squat in an alleyway, panting slightly.

You pop open the journal to an earlier entry and start thumbing through:

July 7th: I've met the most lovely girl today! I was out at the grocery getting some food for Wiggles, and she and I ended up reaching for the same bag! Her name's Eliza DuChamp, and she has the most lovely blonde hair I've ever seen: it's like someone poured gold on it! We got talking to one another and, well, we're having dinner tonight at the corner bistro. Hope that this works out. I've had so much heartbreak already in my life, I don't know how much more I could stand.


September 17: It's been a whirlwind two months with Eliza! I feel like, before her, I was a man in a dark chamber, never knowing the light of day- until she brought it into my life! The pain, the doubt, the need for something to numb the pain: I don't need it when I'm with her! I really think that she's THE ONE. I would propose right now, but I think she'll need time: if we're still together on Christmas day, that's when I'll do it!

October 30: Went for coffee with Eliza, my sweet princess, as I've taken to calling her. It was lovely, but I could barely keep my mind on it. I had the strangest dream last night! Or maybe it was a nightmare. The funny thing is, now that I try to recall it, it seems to have slipped my mind. Ah, but isn't that just the way of dreams! Halloween promises to be quite the exciting night for both of us: we're attending a costume party at the house of one of Eliza's friends, and my Lennon impression is going to be KILLER!

>>1269937
November 1: Party didn't go well. No fault of my own; it was just that Eliza was feeling sick. I feel so guilty that I didn't notice. I guess I've been selfishly distracted by my dreams. I feel like I keep having the same one every night, but it's... different, somehow. I'm starting to remember little snatches... something about a figure coming to me at the foot of my bed. I feel... both energized and drained. Maybe I should start working on that manuscript I shelved. Beats hammering out garbage "human interest" stories.

December 26th: Proposal to Princess went well. She accepted, of course. How could she say no, after such a wonderful courtship? I am her Gallant Prince, and she my fair lady. A better match there has never been.
The visitations continue. I can now make out the full form of my muse: like a mist made of swirling words, but in the form of a man. Such a lovely image... it has truly helped my writing.

February 10th: Princess asked why her Prince wasn't working anymore. He had to explain to her that his writing was more important. After all, he understands now, because the Muse, that spirit of Story, is guiding him. All the patterns, all the themes, they all made sense now! He just had to get back to the fundamentals. Yes, the fundamentals...

March 3: She kicked me out. How could she do that? I love her, I really do, and I've tried so hard to be good to her, but her cat... it just looked at me, and then it was a manticore, and I...


April 2: Am I losing my mind? Everywhere's a story, all unfolding like the lotuses of the lotus-eaters, and here I am, trapped in the grasp of these stories. They make my head hurt. They want out. They want out. I have to get them out. Have to get them out.

(A large section of pages here have been torn out.)

>>1269967
May 1st: Once upon a time, there was a valiant prince who lived in a magical tower, cast far away from his true love, as the clever hag bewitched her to think that manticores were cats and the prince was a madman, but she was wrong, said the wise seer, for you see, the princess WAS the clever hag, and her true self had been stolen away by the hag's magic, and if the prince was clever, he could get her back and live happily ever after.


May 2nd: Once upon a time there was a clever hag who loved to play games and sing songs and oh, why don't you come back to me, princess, I'm your prince, and the prince gets his princess because that's the rules and you can't make it work different, that's how it works, stop it, that's not fair.


May 3nd: Once upon a time there was a story that began once upon a time in a far away land the book was opened and all the stories came out and they were a person and and they had eyes and a mouth and they could tell themselves and they wanted more, always more, those stories and they wanted it so that they could have it and then they would know how it was and how it worked and then they would live happily ever after and they all lived happily ever after after after afterafer


May 4rd: Ocne poun ateim der wuz a print.

Mayburary: Oelanlkapoeaunfaljakletimalmewlknf


o nnnn aaa aa a lmmmm iiiiiiiiih


aaa ooooooo tttttt prrrrrr ajlkalefjaiflasnelfkcawjilandkdd

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lkjlkan


ONCE UPON A TIME.

>>1269972
The last page is filled with a detailed charcoal sketch of Eliza being swept off her feet by a gallant prince. When you look closely, it appears to have been made by someone writing very fine letters en masse.

You put the journal down.


>Go to the Peculiarium

>Read the Paperback of Many Tales

>Visit Terry and Mary for help

>Visit the Goblin Market for information.

>Write-In

>>1269979
>>Go to the Peculiarium
Looks like some sort of art demon

>>1269979
>Read the Paperback of Many Tales

Wow, seriously nice job Teller, well this dude is a deteriorating fetch and we need to figure out what to do with it because unless there's some magic fuckery going on there's no way it's not the fetches child

>>1269979
>Read the Paperback of Many Tales

>>1269986
>>1269988
You pull out the paperback, with it's psychedelic, swirling cover, and set it down. You then use your pocket knife to cut a small wound on your finger, just deep enough to bleed, and press it on the cover. Roll Wyrd (1 dice). May spend Willpower to make it 4 dice.

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>1269994
Honestly, we really don't have much willpower left, do we?

>>1269994

What is our current willpower st?

>>1269997
>>1269999
You're back to full will, thanks to a 4-day timeskip. No need, though.

>>1269997
Your blood splashes on the cover, and the psychedelic patterns ripple out, transforming the cover into an image of a elderly man with an uncanny resemblance to your Mask posing with a science-fiction ray gun in one hand, his face in half-illumination (although his eye in shadows glows like a headlight). "JUNKIE: A JERRY BOOSTER STORY" reads the cover. You pick it up and do a quick read-through. It's a mash-up of a noir and a sci-fi story. Only one scene sticks out in your mind at the present:
Jerry Booster shook his head as he walked into the sorry scene. The three Zorblaxians were dead on the floor, ray-blast burns all over their green skin. His partner, H3-C7-0R, clanked around the room slowly, using his auto-senses to analyze and reconstruct the crime-scene. Damn sybers, Booster thought to himself. They're better investigative cops, they don't take zonut breaks, and you can pay them a tenth of what humans need. Of course, I'm hardly one to talk: I'm a syborg, after all.
"You got something, 'Hector'?" he cried out.

"AFFIRMATIVE. SCENE ANALYSIS INDICATES THAT THE ZORBLAXIANS WERE KILLED WITH A 2034 MODEL RAY-BLASTER FROM 20 YARDS. ZORBLAXIANS ARE DRESSED IN PERIOD RECREATIONS OF THE ZORBLAXIAN MARINE CORPS UNIFORM USED IN THE EARTH-CENTAURI WAR, IN A MANNER NEAR-IDENTICAL TO THE DEATHS IN THE FAMOUS PERIOD PIECE '4 YEARS IN THE VOID.'"

"The war sim?"

"AFFIRMATIVE"

Booster cursed. "Tojo! Only one thing could have caused this: simpsychosis. Which means-"


"HE HAS LOST HIS ABILITY TO DISTINGUISH FICTIONS FROM REALITY."

Booster took a long, slow sip from his hip flask of contraband mineral water. "Close, 'Hector', but no xigar: there's someone out there, probably a malfunctioning syber, who's slinging overcharged sims."


>Go to the Peculiarium

>Visit Terry and Mary for help

>Visit the Goblin Market for information.

>Track down an Autumn Courtier you know for info

>Entreat a Court for aid.

>Write-In

>>1270005
Damn, what do we know about major clarity loss? We may need to talk to an expert, even though I'm not sure it's clarity loss we're dealing with, that might be a place to start.

>>1270005
>Track down an Autumn Courtier you know for info

Conrad first

>>1270019
Not a bad idea, let's go with this.

>>1270019
>>1270032
The Peculiarium, Portland, Oregon/The Hedge. 8:30 PM.

You catch Conrad just as he's locking up the Peculiarium's mortal-friendly front, waving the last group of tourists out the door. His black eyes swivel as he sees you coming down the street.

"Great. Look, newbie: what do ya want? In case you haven't noticed, we're CLOSED on this front, and you have a half-hour in the smoking room before it closes, too."

"Listen... what do you know about... what happens when one of us goes... mad?"

Conrad pauses. "You starting to crack up, newb?"

"Oh, no. It's just... something I'm working on."

"Well, if it's something you're working on, that's fine then. What'dya think I am, a schmuck? Listen, nothing brings the Gentry down like a Madman running around blowing shit up because he's lost himself in their story. If you know something, tell me. I don't want the hounds on anyone in this Court, especially one close to me."

"Look, just hook me up with someone who might be able to help."

"Well, there's a couple people...

Old Middy, who lives in the Witch's Castle in Forest Park, she might help. She's the Witch of the Bitter Wind: the most powerful sorceress in the Autumn Court- hell, probably in all Oregon! That sort of thing seems right up her alley.

Mister Wednesdays, the Lord Scrivener, he could help you too. Teaches Anthropology at the U of Portland: the Catholic school in University Park.

Of course, Oswald could help you too. He's not one of our NOBILITY, but he's a shrink. Has an office downtown, if you care to visit. Probably should wait until morning, though: you look like shit right now."

>Visit Old Middy

>Visit Mister Wednesdays

>Visit Oswald

>Write-In

>>1270088
>Visit Old Middy
Let's meet a witch

>>1270088
>Visit Old Middy

Definitely want to be able to keep her on a list of contacts

>>1270088
>>Visit Old Middy

>>1270088
>visit old middy
This seems to be out of our league, we need to call in the big guns, and then keep the big guns and get rid of the small ones

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>>1270091
>>1270102
>>1270225
>>1270278
You slip Conrad a five to rent one of the back rooms for the night, and roll out of bed the next day and head to the Northwest.

June 15th, 1977. Witch's Castle, Somewhere in Forest Park. 10 AM.

The overgrown stones of the Witch's Castle looms over your head as you walk up the forest trail. You can see why this old, abandoned house got it's name; the remote location of this ruin, combined with it's half-decayed state in which it continues to stand gives it an aura of occulted power.

You head into the bottom floor of the structure and start looking around for an entrance. Roll Wits + Investigation (3 dice)

Rolled 9, 4, 5 = 18 (3d10)

>>1270330

Rolled 8, 7, 5 = 20 (3d10)

>>1270330

Rolled 2, 8, 5 = 15 (3d10)

>>1270330

completing the set

Rolled 4, 5, 10 = 19 (3d10)

>>1270330

Rolled 7 (1d10)

>>1270445

Boom

>>1270333
You sweep the Witch's Castle top to bottom, but to no avail. There's no sign of anything resembling an entrance anywhere-

"What d'you want?"

The creaky, elderly voice comes from directly behind you. You spin around to see an elderly woman, all twisted back, long nose, and snaggly teeth, like a fairy-tale hag.

>Old Middy?

>Jesus!

>I want to know what happens when one of us goes insane

>Write-In

>>1270469
>I want to know what happens when one of us goes insane
(we are so out of our league here)

>>1270474

"I want to know what happens when one of us goes insane."

Middy throws back her head and laughs- a horrible wet cackle that sounds like she's choking on a bone.

"What happens when we go mad? We lose ourselves to our story, that's what it means to go Mad! You forget you ever left Arcadia! Might as well be a hob, but more dangerous. No hope! No chance! Call the Ghûl! Put 'em out of their misery!"

>So there's no cure?

>The Ghûl?

>There's a Mad running around. His name's Jacob Rolfe. Help me, Grandma Middy.

>Write-In

>>1270523
I think Jacob Rolfe has gone mad. (did we keep his jounral? if so show her)

>>1270523
>The Ghûl?
>There's a Mad running around. His name's Jacob Rolfe. Help me, Grandma Middy.

>>1270530
>>1270526
"The Ghûl? What's that?"

Middy gives you a twisted grin. "Never you mind, dearie. Just hope he never comes after you."

"Oh... kay. Listen, I think Jacob Rolfe has gone mad. Look." You hand the journal over to her. Gnarled hands quickly snatch it, and Middy starts looking through it, flipping through the pages while scanning them with her bulging red eye.

"Mmmm... mmmm.. hmmm..."

She throws the book over her shoulder. "Nope!"

"'Nope'?"

"He ain't one of us, no siree! Don't reckonize the name, sonny! I DO know what's happened to him though, ehehehehe..."

"...And?"

"Shant tell you, though. Jest say this: he's a human, right enough."

"Listen, Grandma Middy, I need to know this!"

"Do ye? Well... guess, then. You're a clever boy, Granny can tell. Figure it out. You should be able to get pretty close jest based on his diary."

>Guess (write-in)

>Damn you, old crone! Tell me!

>I don't have time to play your games. (Walk away)

>A woman's life is in danger! Do you have no heart?

is the wife a fetch? if she is, how did she become pregnant?

>>1270585
>Once upon a time, there was a valiant prince who lived in a magical tower, cast far away from his true love, as the clever hag bewitched her to think that manticores were cats and the prince was a madman, but she was wrong, said the wise seer, for you see, the princess WAS the clever hag, and her true self had been stolen away by the hag's magic, and if the prince was clever, he could get her back and live happily ever after.

Looking at this again I think you might be right, I could have sworn that we are able to see through Fetches masks though

>>1270592
if she's a fetch and having a baby, this is really really really bad

>>1270585
>>1270592
"The wife. She's a Fetch, isn't she?"

A gnarled hand slaps your face, and Middy laughs. "WRONG, silly boy! Fetches tain't got anything to do with this! Guess again!"

>>1270599
>Guess
>Stop wasting my time!
>Leave
>Write-In

>>1270624
I honestly have no idea, any one else?

>>1270628
"Here's a hint: think. When did he start cracking up?"

>>1270624
>Booster took a long, slow sip from his hip flask of contraband mineral water. "Close, 'Hector', but no xigar: there's someone out there, probably a malfunctioning syber, who's slinging overcharged sims."

Drugs or Hedge fruit, no idea how he got ahold of them but maybe he was looking for a creativity boost

>>1270637
>The pain, the doubt, the need for something to numb the pain: I don't need it when I'm with her!

This is another hint as well I think, not sure what the something to numb the pain is

>>1270632

Looks like his major break from reality came on Halloween and the proposal but he was calling her his princess on the 30th already

>>1270624
>>Guess

>>1270624
>>Stop wasting my time!

>>1270637
"It must be drugs, then. No idea how he got them-"

SLAP

"EHEHHEHE!!!! More powerful than drugs, far more powerful! Oooh, and oh-so-hard to escape, too. So very, very hard. One last guess! Or maybe I could tell you, if you promise to give me something..."

>Guess

>Fine. What do you want?

>I'm done playing games with you, witch.

>Write-In

>>1270700
(note: I forgot this when writing up, much to my shame, but it's not Hedge Fruit, either)

>>1270700
>>Fine. What do you want?

>>1270700
>Guess

Shit, DREAMS someone has been getting in his dreams, that's what the Book of Many Tales was referring to when it said sims, simulations, someone has been running glamour charged dreams through his mind and overclocking the damn thing

>>1270714
This makes sense. A changeling or some other fae creature associated with stories must have influenced his dreams and driven him mad.

>>1270628
Since the madness started with a recurring dream about some Muse walking to him, maybe the Gentry or a mad Changeling?

>>1270714
>>1270720
>>1270721
"... His dreams. Something's been messing with his drea-"

SLAP

"CORRECT! I was wondering when you'd add it all up! The poor soul's been dream-poisoned by the Lords and Ladies. Got his head spun all 'round, can't think straight, head full of the Gentry's sick, twisted nightmares."

She clucks her tongue. "Nothing else to do. You need to get in his head and cure him."

"What?!"

Middy glowers at you. "He ain't himself, boy. Everything he's doin' now is because the Shining Ones are tellin' him to. Trick him into a pledge to enter his dreams, sniff out the poison, and fix him. That's all there is to it."

>Can't you do it?

>Can't you help me?

>Fine, Granny. I need to know where he is.

>Write-In

>>1270700
>>Guess
I'm seconding dreams.

>>1270748
>Fine, Granny. I need to know where he is.

>>1270748
>Fine, Granny. I need to know where he is.

>>1270748
>Yes Lady Middy, we will cure Rolfe of his ailment. Track John Wolfe down.

>>1270748
>Fine, Granny. I need to know where he is.

And do you have any advice for Dreamwalking, I've never done it before.

>>1270748

>>1270802
Seconding this .

>>1270759
>>1270779
>>1270802
"Fine, Granny. I need to know where he liv-"

SLAP

"Ow! Stop DOING that!"

"Doing what?" Middy gives you an innocent look through her mismatched eyes.

"...Never mind."

"Anyways: the man thinks he's a fairy-tale hero out to save his lovely princess from a terrible hag. He's going to go somewhere that feels comfortable for him..." Middy shuffles around in the layers of multicolored coats and shawls that enshroud her body, eventually coming out with a brown bag.

"Which would be?..." the bag is suddenly shook in your face, and an overwhelming odor of peppermint invades your sinuses.

"Candy? Makes your teeth strong."

"Um... I suppose so..."

You pop one of the mints in your mouth: it's as creamy as buttermint and freezes your mouth.

"Well, deary... ever heard of a place called Fairyland? I imagine you might not- you seem like a nice young man, and wouldn't go to such a place... but he might, if he's so confused. And, well, I hope he doesn't end up... out of sorts there. It's downstairs from the "Art gallery" in Belmont- not that'd you know it, of course, THOSE sorts of places tend to not advertise very much."

"Thank you, Granny. Er... can you give me any advice on dreamwalking? I've never done it before."

Granny brightens up. "Oh, why din't you say so? Well, then: give him this." She pulls a blue apple from the depths of her shawl. "Cut a little bit off and eat it yourself once he's done."

"Thank you, Granny."

>Head to Fairyland right away

>Do something else first (write-in)

>>1270850
>Head to Fairyland right away

He's already murdered a couple of folks, we should probably get ahead of this

>>1270850
>Head to Fairyland right away

>>1270850
>Head to Fairyland right away

>>1270852
>>1270863
Fairyland Gentleman's Club. Belmont. 12 PM.

The bouncer at the door eyes you up and down. "Yeah, you aren't getting in."

"What are you talking about? I NEED to get in, I have a friend in there, and I think he's in danger!"

The bouncer laughs, a short, harsh sound.
"Honey, your clothes stink, you stink, and the only thing anyone's in danger of in here is having a good time." He flicks a wrist at you. "Now scram, sugar. Don't make me get nasty."

>(Intimidate): Let. Me. Through.

>(Burn off the Mask): Wrong call, mortal.

>(Punch him: optionally with Might of the Terrible Brute) Bad call, queer boy.

>Write-In

>>1270901
>(Intimidate): Let. Me. Through.

>>1270901
>Write-In

"Look I won't bother no one inside and if my friend is the way I think he is you don't want him inside any longer than you have to, he's dangerous. All I am asking you is to look away for a moment."

Bribe him 40 dollars.

>>1270901
>>Write-In
>"Look I won't bother no one inside and if my friend is the way I think he is you don't want him inside any longer than you have to, he's dangerous. All I am asking you is to look away for a moment."
>Bribe him 40 dollars.

>>1270918
>>1270930
Switching my vote to this, good idea fellas, money talks

>>1270934

Hopefully it talks enough, hence why I went for a fair amount, our persuasion isn't the best

>>1270918
>>1270930
>>1270934
"Look, I'm not gonna bother no one, and my friend- he's real messed up, might hurt someone. All I'm askin is, y'know: look away for a sec." You pull a pair of 20's out of your coat and press it into his shirt pocket. The bouncer's stony face doesn't shift, but he opens the door for you.

The inside of this place is sparsely decorated: the only tribute to fashion is a few cardboard cutouts of towers, dragons, and shirtless, muscular knights. A couple of male dancers are up on the central stage barely dressed, their Adonic physiques earning the approval of the crowd. You start scanning for Rolfe:

Roll Wits + Composure -2 (2 dice). Optional: Activate a Contract.

Rolled 5, 10 = 15 (2d10)

>>1270962

Rolled 9 (1d10)

>>1270980
boom

Rolled 9, 3 = 12 (2d10)

>>1270962

Rolled 7, 4 = 11 (2d10)

>>1270962

Rolled 1, 10 = 11 (2d10)

>>1270962

Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>1271000

Boom

Rolled 9 (1d10)

>>1271003

Shockwave

>>1271000
>>1271003
>>1271007
You spot a frantic man with filthy hair and some kind of filth-stained ruff prop stumbling towards the restrooms. You tail him into them.

The restrooms are a pig-sty of graffiti, discarded needles, and obvious signs of illicit hookups. Rolfe is currently staring into a mirror with glazed, blood-shot eyes. "Mirror, mirror, on the wall? Who's the prettiest of them all?! Ha..."

He wheels around and locks eyes on you. "Ah! Yes, yes, the wise old seer! I came to the forest to look for you, yes! I come bearing a gift!"

He digs into a pocket and pulls out three paper bags, which he throws towards you one-at-a-time. You pluck them deftly out of the air.

"Rubies from the hall of the Goblin King, gold from far-off Araby, and the Diamonds of the Troll Prince! Now, answer my questions!"

>(Subterfuge/Expression): Ah, yes, of course, young prince. I know all, I see all. Ask me your questions.

>(Intimidate)You think this is a worthy offering to a mighty seer such as I?! I have no desire for baubles and trinkets!

>(Persuasion): Listen, Jacob. You aren't well. Your mind's been poisoned. I can help you, but only if you let me.

>Write-In

Optional: look in the bags

>>1271040
Let's look in the bags first

>>1271040
>(Intimidate)You think this is a worthy offering to a mighty seer such as I?! I have no desire for baubles and trinkets!

This is our best chance for success and he needs to be listening to us

>>1271048

Actually changing to this first

>>1271040
Look in the bags

>>1271048
>>1271081
>>1271096
The first bag has a plastic necklace with red glass gems in it. The second has chocolate coins. the third has... some kind of crystals you can't identify, but they are DEFINITELY not diamonds.

>(Subterfuge/Expression): Ah, yes, of course, young prince. I know all, I see all. Ask me your questions.

>(Intimidate)You think this is a worthy offering to a mighty seer such as I?! I have no desire for baubles and trinkets!

>(Persuasion): Listen, Jacob. You aren't well. Your mind's been poisoned. I can help you, but only if you let me.

>Write-In

>>1271106


>(Intimidate)You think this is a worthy offering to a mighty seer such as I?! I have no desire for baubles and trinkets!

Is this situation valid for viridian embrace's catch?

>>1271142
Nope.

>>1271106
>(Subterfuge/Expression): Ah, yes, of course, young prince. I know all, I see all. Ask me your questions.

Let's pump him for info a little, might help us once we're inside his mind, 3 dice isn't a bad chance and we still have those 2 re-rolls from using the Book right?

Rolled 6, 9, 5 = 20 (3d10)

>>1271151

Forgot the roll

Rolled 6, 5, 5 = 16 (3d10)

>>1271154
Rolling for continuity.

Rolled 3, 6, 2 = 11 (3d10)

>>1271106

Rolled 4, 5 = 9 (2d10)

>>1271154
"Ah, yes, of course, young prince. I see all, I know all. Ask me your three questions."

The prince stares at you...

>>1271287
"First, I need to know how to slay the vile demons that protect the Hag Queen. Second, how to slay the Queen herself. And third, how to free my Princess from her clutches!"


>(Intimidate): YOU SEEK A FOOL'S ERRAND, PRINCE. TURN BACK NOW.

>(Subterfuge): The first is simple. Just take a bite of this magic fruit: it shall purify your soul.

>Write-In

Rolled 4, 10, 5 = 19 (3d10)

>>1271290
>(Subterfuge): The first is simple. Just take a bite of this magic fruit: it shall purify your soul.

Let's keep this gentle, hopefully the less resistance from him the easier the trip into his mind will be

>>1271290
>(Subterfuge): The first is simple. Just take a bite of this magic fruit: it shall purify your soul.

Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>1271349

Boom

Rolled 3, 10, 1 = 14 (3d10)

>>1271365
>>1271290
Shit, no dice.

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>1271372
BOOM

Rolled 5, 6, 2 = 13 (3d10)

>>1271290
>>(Subterfuge): The first is simple. Just take a bite of this magic fruit: it shall purify your soul.

Rolled 6, 7, 5 = 18 (3d10)

>>1271290

Rolled 9, 8 = 17 (2d10)

>>1271372
>>1271376
You produce the blue apple. "The first is simple. Just take a bite of this magic fruit: it shall purify your soul."

Rolfe stares at the fruit...

>>1271458
And shakes his head. "No, no, NO! This is all WRONG! Not a fruit, not a fruit!! You... you're the Hag, in disguise! But I won't fall for your tricks, for I know your true name!"

>Well, I tried. (Attack)

>(Force-feed him the fruit) Shh... shh.... just swallow...

>(Intimidate) THAT'S RIGHT, 'TIS I, THE HAG! AND I'LL STRIP THE MEAT FROM YOUR BONES, HEHEHEHE!

>Write-In

>>1271465
>>Write-In
I'm not the hag, on the contrary, I'm looking for a partner to kill her. Since you know her true name, say it, it won't have any effect on me and it will help me in my quest if I know it, too.

>>1271465
>(Force-feed him the fruit) Shh... shh.... just swallow...

>>1271478

this is good, if it doesn't work we force feed it

>>1271478
>>1271494
"I'm not the hag, on the contrary, I'm looking for someone to help kill her."

"DON'T TRY TO TRICK ME, HAG! I know how the story goes! I know how ALL the stories go! You gave me the poison apple, which means you're the wicked witch! HAVE AT THEE!"

Rolfe reaches towards his coat.

>(Attack) Bad call, buddy.

> (Force-feed him) Look, I know this sucks, but you'll thank me later!

>Write-In

>>1271507
>Force feed him

>>1271507
>>Write-In
No, the poison apple is the red one that looks unrealistically tasty. This one is blue, it opens your eyes and tells the truth.

>>1271507
>> (Force-feed him) Look, I know this sucks, but you'll thank me later!

>>1271507
>(Force-feed him) Look, I know this sucks, but you'll thank me later!

>>1271511
>>1271516
>>1271520
Roll Strength + Dexterity (6 dice). Spend 1 point of glamour (5 points remaining) to gain 9-again. Spend Willpower to gain +3 dice. Must get 3 or more successes.

Rolled 10, 1, 3, 2, 1, 1, 7, 9, 2 = 36 (9d10)

>>1271530
spend will

Rolled 10, 5, 2, 5, 2, 10, 8, 8, 3 = 53 (9d10)

>>1271530
spend both

Rolled 9 (1d10)

>>1271539

Rolled 5, 6 = 11 (2d10)

>>1271544
booms

Rolled 5, 3, 7, 7, 10, 1, 1, 10, 3 = 47 (9d10)

>>1271530

Spend both

Rolled 9, 3 = 12 (2d10)

>>1271563

Boom

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>1271567

Shockwave

>>1271544
>>1271547
You grab his mouth and shove the slice you meant to eat into it, and start manually forcing him to chew.

"I'm sorry, but trust me, you'll thank me for this... that's right... just swallow."

You feel Rolfe go limp in your arms.

>Eat the rest of the fruit.

>Take Rolfe into a back alley.

>Write-In

>>1271530
Spend both, we really don't want to fail this roll

>>1271578
>Take Rolfe into a back alley.

Don't want to do this in the bathroom

>>1271578
>>Take Rolfe into a back alley.

>>1271578
>>Take Rolfe into a back alley.
Don't want to be disturbed while sleeping on the toilet.

>>1271581
The roll already succeded 9 minutes ago.

>>1271578
>Eat the rest of the fruit.

>>1271585
Forgot to refresh the page.
Do we really want to carry him around in that state considering our current look?

>>1271609
We could pass it off as us carrying a friend who passed out drunk

>>1271609

That's easy enough, just claim he's PTFO and we're getting out of here, no one will stop us on the way out because it saves them the trouuble

>>1271609
Two people sleeping in the bathroom of a club is more strange.

>>1271626
Less strange in a seedy gay club in the 70's.

>>1271585
>>1271584
>>1271583
You drag Rolfe out towards the back alley. The bouncer shakes his head as you pass him.

"Damn. He OD?"

"He just had a bit too much to drink. Sorry."

"Yeah, I see that a lot. You take care of him, y'hear honey?"

"Yeah, sure."

You lay him down in the back alley and take a bite out of the fruit. It tastes... well, like nothing, really. Sort of damp and-

>>1271638
-lemony.

You're standing in a dusty, musty library hall. You... can't quite read the cover of the books. You see Rolfe- significantly better-dressed- digging through a pile of books.

"No... no... oh, God, where is it? Where IS it??? I need it... Can't finish my thesis..."

You know you're in a dream, and somewhere, out there, is the poison eating away at Rolfe's mind. You walk towards one of the walls, and... FOLD it away from you. You walk through the rippling into Rolfe's dreamscape.

Roll Wits + Empathy + Wyrd (3 dice) to search the Jacob Rolfe's dreams. May spend Willpower to add +3 dice.

Rolled 7, 6, 5, 6, 5, 7 = 36 (6d10)

>>1271680
will soend

how much left?

>>1271682
2 left, I believe.

Rolled 8, 3, 4 = 15 (3d10)

>>1271680

Rolled 8, 6, 7 = 21 (3d10)

>>1271680

Rolled 4, 6, 5 = 15 (3d10)

>>1271694
>>1271698
Finishing out the set.

>>1271698
You walk through rippling, half-formed seas of memories and figments, feeling around in them for-

You FEEL it before you see it, the pressure-waves of unreality issuing off of it like ripples off of a shark. Black ink starts pouring out of the books in the endless, ever-shifting hallway and pours into the shape of a vaguely human-shaped storm of nouns, verbs, adjectives, and articles. A voice like the scratching of ten thousand pens rolls out from it towards you.

"I n t e r e s t i n g. W h y a r e y o u d o i n g t h i s ?"

>Wake up

>Run

>Attack

>Answer (write-in)

>>1271810
>Answer (write-in)

Every good story needs to end. And I am here to facilitate that ending.

>>1271859
oh clever, seconded

>>1271859

I'll support this simply because I'm paralised by fear that this is a Gentry manifestation

>>1271867
oh it totaly is and im freaking the fuck out

>>1271859
I like how you think

Rolled 4, 2, 10 = 16 (3d10)

>>1271859
>>1271865
>>1271867
>>1271904
"Every good story needs to end. I'm here to facilitate that ending."

"O h i s t h a t r e a l l y y o u r m o t i v a t i o n ? L e t u s s e e . . ."

Gravity suddenly tilts ninety degrees, hurtling you down the corridor at an accelerating speed.

Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>1271924
You hurtle down into a stack of books with a painful THUMP.

>>1271944
You pick yourself up off of the floor, breathing heavily.

>1 Willpower lost

Letters rain out of the sky all around you, forming into three copies of itself.

"Tellthetruth."

"Tell the truth."
"T e l l t h e t r u t h"
>Answer him (Write-in)

>Run

>Try to wake up

>Attack

>Write-In

>>1271979
>Answer him (Write-in)

"I am here because I was hired to be. By his fiance, she wants him back to normal."

Shit, thought that would go over better with the dream poison

>>1271994
+1

>>1271994
>>1272010
"Fine! I'm here because I was hired to be. This guy's fiance, she wants him back to normal! You understand that, you Faerie fuck?!"

"Ahyestheoldstorythemaidenwhowishesforherloverscursetobebrokenbuttheproblemisthatineedtofindacertainelementofminethatsgonemissinghesvitaltomyprojectiwillletthewritergoifyoutellmewhereheislostone."

"Ah, yes, the old story. The maiden who wishes for her lover's curse to be broken. But, the problem is that I need to find a certain element of mine that's gone missing. He's vital to my project. I will let the writer go if you tell me where he is, Lost one."

"A h y e s t h e o l d s t o r y t h e m a i d e n w h o w i s h e s f o r h e r l o v e r s c u r s e t o b e b r o k e n b u t t h e p r o b l e m i s t h a t I n e e d t o f i n d a c e r t a i n e l e m e n t o f m i n e t h a t s g o n e m i s s i n g h e s v i t a l t o m y p r o j e c t I w i l l l e t t h e w r i t e r g o i f y o u t e l l m e w h e r e h e i s l o s t o n e"

>How about you just get out of this guy's head, monster?

>...Who are you looking for?

>Get out of this man's head or I kill him

>Write-In

>>1272078
>How about you just get out of this guy's head, monster?
Nope, nope. Not working with this thing.

>>1272078
>...Who are you looking for?

To be clear, I am not selling out any mortal or Lost to the Gentry, we are not going down that dark ass road. But knowing who he's looking for means we can give the target a heads up

>>1272100
Good idea. I'll support this.

>>1272100
>>1272113
"...Who are you looking for?"

"thisone."

"This one."

"t h i s o n e"

The swirling cloud of letters suddenly SHIFTS into the image of a mannequin-like figure with... shockingly human eyes. You recognize it as Niko, the Legate of Mists who inducted you into the Autumn Court.

The silhouettes fold back into a cloud of letters and starts swirling around you.

"I S E N S E D T H A T ! Y O U H A V E S E E N H I M ! T E L L M E !"

>Fuck you. Get out of this man's head.

>Maybe I did, maybe I didn't.

>(Try to twist the dream) Yeah, and I'm not letting you get to him.

>Write-In

Optional: if you try to twist the dream, what do you try to do? The limits are up to your imagination.

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>>1272145
>(Try to twist the dream) Yeah, and I'm not letting you get to him.
Optional: Pic related

>>1272145
>Fuck you. Get out of this man's head.
>(Try to twist the dream)

Summon up some fast growing Rose Bushes into the dream, it's got Nature symbolism for us, protective thorns, Rose city symbolism and a lot of fairytale references, should be a strong environment for them

>>1272184
Seconded

>>1272184
>>1272187
Roll Wits + Empathy + Wyrd + 3 dice (total 6 dice). Willpower cannot be spent on this roll (you have one point left).

Rolled 1, 5, 5, 10, 1, 2 = 24 (6d10)

>>1272238
Here goes nothing

Rolled 7 (1d10)

>>1272245
Pop

Rolled 10, 9, 8, 5, 3, 10 = 45 (6d10)

>>1272238

Rolled 3, 8 = 11 (2d10)

>>1272254

Rolled 6, 5, 4, 6, 6, 9 = 36 (6d10)

>>1272238
Finishing the set.

Rolled 2, 10, 10, 3, 10, 4, 5, 3, 9 = 56 (9d10)

>>1272254
>>1272259
"Fuck you, Gentry. Get OUT of this man's HEAD!"

You reach out into the dream, and rose bushes start blossoming in the dream, strangling and stabbing the stacks of books with thorns, their blooms spraying pollen into the air. The storm around you chuckles.

"DO YOU REALLY THINK THAT WILL WORK? I AM THE WEAVER OF TRUTH AND LIES, THE FORGER OF HEROES, THE ARCHIVIST OF IMPOSSIBILITIES! I AM STORY!"

The storm of letters whirls faster.

Rolled 10, 8, 1 = 19 (3d10)

>>1272321
You see the outlines of your roses start to FLICKER and BEND, with little drops of ink pulling off and flying into the storm.

Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>1272328
You gather your strength and begin pushing back against the typhoon of power that threatens to shatter the dream around you, focusing on the roses.

>>1272321
>>1272328

Jesus Christ, that's a lot of successes

Rolled 3, 1, 2, 7, 5, 4, 7 = 29 (7d10)

>>1272321
>>1272328
The roses fall apart, splintering into words and joining the storm.

"L O O K A T H O W E A S I L Y I D E C O N S T R U C T Y O U R T I R E D T R O P E N O W I T S Y O U R T U R N"

The typhoon of words forms into lashes which fly for your hands. Roll Dexterity + Athletics to dodge. May spend 1 glamour (5 left) to gain 9-again. Must beat above roll.

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Rolled 1, 3, 2 = 6 (3d10)

>>1272352

>>1272361
Dammit

Rolled 5, 8, 1 = 14 (3d10)

>>1272352

>>1272352
>>1272382
You dodge deftly out of the way.

"I W I L L C R U S H Y O U T O D U S T L I T T L E F L Y"

The words pour back into the books, and the walls start closing in on all sides...

>Try and twist the dream to escape

>Try and force yourself to wake up

>Write-In

>>1272411
>Try and twist the dream to escape

Time to get 451 on this shit, summon a forest fire, a cleaning part of nature, one of rebirth and new beginnings