>>1747141
Headed out for a bit. Be back in a few hours. Just getting this here as a place holder.

Cursed, you are welcome to take control any time.

>>1747142
Cursed is getting eye fluid drained. Not sure he's going to be taking control any time soon.

But he's cool with Wick side story in case you didn't catch that last thread.

>>1748093
thanks for the heads up man.
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You have just killed and eaten the heart of a previous incarnation of yourself, and became bonded to a new weapon. You are carrying an incomplete essence of what appears to be a bear with you, and there is an unknown entity that has initiated conversation.

lets begin.
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In front of you is an entity best described as blurry and flickering, almost as if its presence does not belong in this reality. All around it the landscape forms a "personal space" a bubble that twists into unfamiliar landscape tinted in the same twilight blue, draped in shadows like everything else here. You look down at your feet. Wherever you place them, a few inches out you spot cobblestone or grass in a similar vein.

"Hey Wick. Long time no see, this is about the closest to pulling yourself together I've seen you get to. Suppose you dont' remember me,but I guess that's expected considering the whole essence being ripped to peices and scattered to the wind, banished to the Umbra, and cursed by a Dire Essence of a northern war shaman. That will probably do it eh?"

Despite the imprecise nature of this being, you make you a momentary grin.

>"Suppose I'm supposed to know you, maybe get real close, then you go in and rip me apart for the essence right?" the weight of all the weapons no longer feels cumbersome, instead comforting like a good shield or stout armor.

"Nah. Lets bring you up to speed again. At least this time the base you is a more sensible one. Actually, this is the first time of this you. not bad. Shoulda seen the tree try to take the lead, that was a sight. You are a Shade. Not alive. You are a not even a shade, you are just a greater fragment, enough essence piled together to maintain form, sentience, and animation."

>"Alright, keep it coming." Impatience. Thats new. Probably a little gift from the kid after you absorbed his essence.

"Essence is essence, but its got character to it. You start tacking on foreign material to yourself, you start inheriting aspects of that material, too much of one thing, and you even loose yourself. Some would argue we are always dying and being reborn with each new experience, but most of us here are that excited to put philosophy into actual practice. Particularly the travelers. So you seem to be pretty bent on collecting yourself into a new whole. Maybe not the same exact whole considering that last bit of madness you ate before the kid back there...but you can also see there are obvious benefits."

"You, those zombie back there, or the memories of the zombies, its all interpretation, what is familiar. You start gaining enough essence and you get more defined "Solid" as you put it. You can see things that were always there, but clearly.

>>1749851
"Its not just you, there are other travelers here in the Umbra. Some voluntarily, others not so much, a few born of this place. So if "solid" is your collection on yourself, an anchor is a ground to where you came from. Right now, you dont have enough of a mind to really get back there. Most of you is old material from a world and life that has changed..Anchors though, they are tricky. Maybe you tap into a spot you belong on instinct, but its one of the hells. See the issue there? Gotta try to grab onto something enduring or absolute when the time comes. Get enough Anchors, enough essence to become more than solid, but substantial, maybe you can start making a name for yourself again. Well, beyond fractured, unstable lunatic"

>"So, you tell me all this assuming its no lie, and now we are friends?"

"If you were going to be dead, it would have been so already. Devouring your essence would only blemish my own though, and we go way back. Come here, let me have a look at your eyes, seems to be something wrong with them." A mirror manifests in front of you, and for the most part, you see a you that is familiar, but the eyes are clouded over. "You are gonna be limited like that Wick. Gotta learn to trust me sometime."

Choice:
>Hell no
>Ok
>Talk more (what about)
>attack
>other

>>1749914
>>Ok
>>Talk more (what about)
who are you? Who was I?

>>1750053
You walk forward to ??? and the figure reaches over to your face, a moment of horror settles in as he plucks out your eyes, everything is dark but there is no pain.

"Relax Wick. Relax. You had some dust stuck in your eyes. Got em polished for ya."

>Hands on your face. Small pressure on the left and right. Light, and then understanding "Huh. Thanks Boss."

"Im no one's Boss, and you gave that honorific to another entity. You should be able to see more clearly now. Actually see the Umbra for what it is. Take a look around"

Gained: Honest Sight, allows you to see the actuality of essence, sometimes with a challenge (D20)

"Its rare Wick, rare we see the world for what it is. Sure, the surface is always there, but here...catch." The figure throws you a small bobble. Orange and flickering, its a part of your Bear Essence. The last part. you catch it in your offhand, reserving a spare for a weapon should it be needed. The Essence has a will of its own, creeping out of your pack in a long liquid stream, wrapping around your arm to slowly force itself into your palm. You hold a complete sphere.
----
>Simple memories; The smell of fresh dirt outside winter's den now summer. First fish of the season, sweet berries mixed with bitter leaves. Rain on fur, flesh under claws, a defeated rival and successful rutting season...cold two legs, too many, sharp cold claws, a last roar. Mate safe, cubs strong. dark. dark. hurt.
>A cold corpse, full of memories and instinct, and new false life with sudden changes. Overwhelming power, a burn beyond any imaginable pain, ecstatic and consuming; a thousand chattering voices offering temptations to a will bound absolutely, and ironically a mind so basic their offers carry no value. Master Thrane is a wise one to trust such power to me. Voices power is ours, not the others.
>The human female is dangerous, she hears the voices too but consorts. If master only knew.
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>"Its just a small piece of another life, but all once. Memory, history. Thrane took this bear. Named it Urziel. It lived a short life as a thrall, gained much power, and was killed, consumed by another. The fragment..." its scorched, just haunted of history, not demonic power "little to do with what was, and more to do with the mortal life of the bear."

Looking at the figure again, you see yourself for a moment before it flickers into endless indistinct blurring, like an invisible wind is blowing at it.

"Seems you got the idea now. Seems you see what I am too, maybe a little bit. I am you, or, maybe your potential, what could be. All of it, and each time you do something new, I get stronger. Not really you though, because what I've done you haven't? Following? Anyway Wick, you got work ahead of you. Few more Fragments to track down....now about that animal essence" He cracks his knuckles "I want it. I can get more out of it than you can, and its so simple that we would call it pure"

>>1750144
>"Mostly. You get credit for my hard work? Sure I shouldn't call you Boss, Boss?
"Already made that joke. Several times. Still not funny. If you need a name for me, just call me friend, because around here I'm the only one you got."
>"Seem to know a lot about me friend, care to share?"
"Essence first Wick."
>"Not so sure about that, pal." see how much he likes that.
"Not your pal...buddy." The fucker grinned at you, just teeth, eyes, and a void. "I'm not all bad, here is a bit more. A lot of things come to the umbra not as a whole, but part. When something is thoroughly "obliterated" by a magical means. They sort of explode across the totality of existence. Cant really destroy something, just remake it, scatter it. Even the true void is just a hole where things go. forever." You see its outline vibrate a bit, it seems to shudder at the thought.

you hesitate, the power coming off this could improve you, with no real detriment to your sanity.
>new stat unlocked: Strength: unaltered

"I see you figured that out. Yeah, it could help you out. On an instinctual level you have been consuming minor essences already. That one is pretty nice, a real choice cut in these parts. I'll sweeten the deal. I can teach you something of the Umbra that will stick to your soul if you give me that Essence."

>tough choice...I got killed the first time by being too slow, now I'm probably too fast, but got killed by that fucking marauder turn bear for being too weak. This essence could give me Strength, but he could give me minor magic.

Choice:
Consume the essence
Give it to your Guide

----

You know enough about yourself at this moment: You were a guard turned Revenant. Originally an Orphan though not right away. Your mother was a farm hand, and later a whore, father a Caravaner turned Highway man, and later a corpse. You are probably a bit of a sociopath, and all around good natured guy. You know of Thrane, and know that you are proud of your service to him, but you need to track down two other essences; The beast and the friend, they will round you out and allegedly give you wholeness. You were sent to the umbra after being slain in combat by a vastly superior foe.

>>1750182
its 2:45am. gotta sleep. will resume updates tomrrow. In addition to responses, Feel free to dump suggestions, criticisms, or actions for the quest here.

Wick has a bit of a journey ahead, hopefully you can help him get to wherever it is hes going.

>>1750182
>"I refuse your offer."
>"...or rather, I offer you an offer."
>"I believe that your words were 'we are always dying and being reborn with each new experience'."
>"I'd like to put that into practice."
>"I am Wick, He Who Wisked the Winds, Servant of Thrane, and I have come to bargin."
>"You are a part of me, as much as I am a part of you."
>"You and I and the essence will come together to form a being."
>"Both you and I will become stronger."
>"What do you say?"

>>1750425
let's roll with that

>>1750425
I am going to give a result to this action, but first I need to know if Wick chose to consume the essence, or give it to the guide? Assuming consumption considering the hold response, but I will wait.

>>1750680
eat it, bear meat gives +3 to vitality

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>>1750696
The guide, your "Friend" a being who insists you two have a history, holds its hand out patiently.

Warmly in your grip sits the essence of a bear who would become Urziel, perhaps Thrane's monument to your fall and his humbling. Ironic that it too would fall.

It was however your work that got this. Perhaps it is a newfound ambition motivating you, but you simply close your fist around the essence, consuming into your being. While not an original part of you, it quickly becomes part of you. The Bear's memories are non intrusive, more like reading a book than the ghoul trying to etch itself over another part of you. You feel your muscles fill out slightly, claws ever so slightly thicken as clear nails turn to bone. You no longer look quite so insubstantial.

>Gained: Strength+1
>Gained: Solid+1

Shaking it's head slightly emotions play across it's face. Amused and disappointed. "That really was choice essence Wick. Really wanted it. I could have shown you a touch of the truth behind the Umbra, but there will be other chances for that. Still, rather interesting. I told you, we are old friends you and I, out of all the things that have had to shred you here, I've been the fewest."

You feel confident, new strength surging in your limbs, from your core. You speak, voice ever so slightly harsher than you expected, almost a slight growl to it. You feel impatient. >>1750425

"We usually get a bit farther before you try this, but if you really want to...lets get it out of the way now. Though I am going to bring you up to speed on this. You stand no chance, and I am not part of you, but a product of you. Would a mason claim a dug ditch to be part of him?"

The sphere of influence around the guide stretches out far beyond you, your own little plots of reality under your feet subsumed by his. The world is a bit colder, and much more unfamiliar, and suddenly you dont feel so confident, the bear's temporary bravado growing quiet. "Should I rip you apart, cast you to the winds?" Your Friend's voice is a lot less amiable now. You run down twisting corridors and stairs, hewn from black and blue materials, the stars above alien and unfamiliar. A purple glow on the horizon is your only guiding reference. The Walls start closing behind you, herding you like an animal to slaughter, even your enhanced speed only serves to bring you towards the inevitable. There he is, the guide, sitting impassively on a stoop in this twisted dreamscape.

"Your move Wick, He who whisked the winds. That's cute by the way, and new. Never heard that one from you before."

Pick a choice:
>Attack (1d20)
>Disengage as graciously as possible
>attempt to use your sight on the Guide.

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1750720
>Attack (1d20)

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>>1750729
noice

>>1750729
https://youtu.be/ZB2eis1a4TY?t=43
>Apparently this fuck thinks he can buy me with trinkets, and party tricks. Clearing a fog he put there in the first place.
"Well wick, what do you think, an incomplete shade versus a" Your daggers cut him off, twin glints aimed right at his eyes
"Didn't have to be this way, you could have stayed on track, had a good run, and woken up again like you always do. Looks like its gonna be the hard way this time." The landscape around the guide begins to violently surge back towards it, absorbing into it's body. Only your speed keeps you from getting caught in the twisting mass, as it rushes by, hopping from stone to stone. The Guide, your self proclaimed "Friend" swells monstrously, growing in height. "WICK. YOU COULD HAVE SERVED ME." The voice booms effortlessly.

>That big sword on your back is starting to look real good. Kinda funny. "Instead I'll have ta' Sever you." It's getting hard to talk, feels like my teeth are gettin' too long for my mouth, claws a bit too damn sharp, cuttin my palms. Hard ta' think. Feels good. Feels great. "Ya got guts. Lets spill em'!"
--
Bloodlust take Wick. Eyes see the reality of the world around him. The Umbra was never governed by...well anything. It is sovereign unto itself. Everything is an illusion, or just a manifestation of familiarity or will. Right now the Guide is just showing what it wants to show. Blade meets enormous fist, each impact outlined with dust riding the shockwaves. Eventually massive fingers start to get hacked off as wick begins working his way up the monstrosity's arms, great chunks of flesh fall and turn to erode to dust. Each peice causes the Guide to shrink, desperately trying to hold its form, finally a vicious upward slash splits it from groin to cranium, not enough to bisect him, but enough to incapacitate. The Guide, a fragment of you, falls forward, barely able to hold itself together.

>There it is.."all bullshit". Guide's been around for a while, but its mostly show. "Your just bullshit, desperation and lies..."
"No Wick. I'm you. The real you."
It's real nature lays bare before you as you split a massive face; fear. opportunism. weakness. flaws. All wrapped up in potential, a drive to endlessly improve to try and get as far away from it as possible. He has been taking your potential for as long as you have been here, and its time to take it back. Everything that Thrane buried for you when he became your master and took you far beyond the mortal coil and limitations attached. It's utterance gives you a moment of thought.

You started as a base of self. You are still you, even after Thrane took away that weakness better than you ever could. One last lie, no need for deep introspection or choices. >"Hurry up and die already!" A brutal downward punch with your buckler crushes it's skull, eyes and spectral gore flying out before evaporating. What is left behind is a warbling, imperfect essence, loaded with power.

What do you do?

>>1750782
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WYzo7EYwUaw
Its raining now, maybe its you, maybe its the umbra. Each drop hits the ground, reality around it rippling before it evaporates, the landscape as desolate as it ever was. The howling behind you is gone, the specter of your death a petty illusion in a land where death doesn't exist. The gleaming city ahead also vanishes, and you are back to a cracked, endless landscape. The light far ahead remains.
>Even if its fake, it feels nice. The wind in my hair feels nice too. Clean. That essence though, looks heavy. Full of the past and regrets, power too. Dont know if it will fill the hole in me or not.

Options
>Take the essence, it was you, and you dont run from the past. Accept yourself as you are.
>Leave it. You dont need such a pathetic part of yourself. Let the Umbra claim it.
>Hold onto it, but dont consume it
>....
>...
>..
>.
>Your eyes see the fault lines in that essence, parts added, power had, divided by flaws. There is knowledge here, new power gained, and old pain. You could..cut it. Cut away the weakness and keep the rest for yourself. (roll 3d20, exceed a total of 30, do not obtain a 1. anyone can roll)

>>1750790
>Take the essence, it was you, and you don't run from the past. Accept yourself as you are.

>>1750798
Awaiting group consensus. If the response stands alone, it goes forward.

Rolled 20, 18, 14 = 52 (3d20)

>>1750798
let's do the roll

>>1750800
The 20s keep coming. fuck. The roll also counts towards keeping the essence, but removing it's flaws. Any one else here?

Rolled 19, 9, 10 = 38 (3d20)

>>1750806
>CUT THOSE FLAWS.

>>1750806
You heard Cursed, cut those flaws.

Rolled 3, 7, 19 = 29 (3d20)

>>1750790

You know the word of the one-eyed king Cursed. CUT THOSE FLAWS

>>1750846

Also Cursed you've got thr upgrade ideas for Domination and Blood magic? When I QMed for you for a bit I couldn't really come up with much, so please tell that you've got good ideas for them floating around in your mad mind

>>1750846
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J9aWaFfhiJQ
The sleeper rises. I must obey. Plus...does this one count as you playing?
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The Collection of essence is bloated, shifting and fractured. You eye it with contempt, what it represents might have been you once, but with your second life you rejected it. daggers find purchase in the essence, you begin to pare away at the exterior layer, a collection of stolen potential and dark lore. A ribbon peels off of the orb like an apple skin, flawed sections sinking back into its core. The ribbon slowly turns from a vibrant red, to a black as it reaches you, snaking into your arm and worming under your flesh, but still you keep at your busy work as a transformation overtakes you.

Black essence of the umbra trickles into you, tainting your essence as you embrace it as part of you. Eyes turn black, skin pales to chalk, and strange scrawlings creep up and down your arms, like living black ink. A trickle of black ooze seeps out of our mouth before running up your face into your nostrils. Smells clean. absolute nothing. cool and still. The Umbra is the closest place to the void. a scrap of knowledge. Unlike the other changes, this one is...calm. Your leather armor flows like heated pitch for a moment, blurring before taking a new more refined form. Black as void, the ash like dust of this place blankets it with a pale blue midnight muffling any sound it would make.

The knives slip from your hand, deteriorating before they ever hit the ground, only to take their place on your hip. Cruel claws vicious dig into the essence, clawing out great handfuls of what is rightfully yours. Your history, knowledge, your mind. This weak willed fuck was too cowardly to take what could have been his, and instead sat and supped at the work of others like a tick. Your mind is whole now, this deeper essence filling in the gaps, but not the associations. You remember your time with Thrane, but still yet your body is not as it was, the feelings aren't there...You need them back. The sense of loss is profound. There are two others, the beast and the friend. the true friend. Your newest incarnations, closest to the now, not wallowing in the past anymore. No more lies, or falsehoods. The umbra is empty. There is no true survival here. Just shadows of what was.

>Gianed: Memory
>Gained+1 intelligence
>Gained+1 speed
>Gained+1 Solid
>Gained+1 Anchor
>Gained access to new Discipline: Umbra
>New skill: Shadow pocket- store memory items within, recall as if they were never gone.
>New skill: Umbra Dive- Just Fall, and come up somewhere near by.

>>1750876
Blood magic
-increased shapeshifting options. Nonhuman forms, temporary body additions, etc
-increased BoMB capacity (lv10 should be about 120 blooded and 120 fleshcrafted.
-Mass leech attacks. Harder to resist.
-Weaponize your own blood. Send droplets flying like bullets.

Domination
-mass hypnosis
-200 dominated minions max
-mass Willbreaker
-Puppets-take complete control of a target at range and maintain as long as you focus
-induce fear and panic in enemy forces
-Compel animals to serve you completely.

>>1750887
Yeah im playing. Loving the work :) your writing is very well done

>>1750887
Your first anchor. A grounding to the real world. The idea is more important than the actual object.
Pick 1
>Thrane, Loyalty and Debt
>Bear Shaman, Fear and Revenge
>The Risen, Duty and Servitude
>Setgash, Humility and Patience

You also need to chase down the last bits of yourself, even though you may be a larger fragment, at this point the others should be smaller.

Pick 1
>The Beast
>The Friend

>>1750898
>Thrane, Loyalty and Debt

>The Beast

>>1750894

Those are VERY bueno Cursed. Fuckin' love you man. I'll be sure that with all the souls there are now that you'll be having a time working

>>1750887

I'm playing mein gut brother

>>1750898

>Thrane, Loyalty and Debt
>The Beast

>>1750904
>>1750905
Thrane. You genuinely appreciate what he did for you, even if it was the single most fucked up thing to ever happen to you. Being saved from a mundane life, a mundane death, maybe siring a few bastards with the local whores in towns you stop by, if you haven't already. Yeah, he is a monster, but at least he's honest about it. No hesitation, just goes for it....you feel a pulling at your chest again. Its Thrane. "MINE." The voice is clear and absolute this time. He is pulling without realizing it, but only at ragged edges. The gap remains.

>A flicker in your eyes turns to a new vision, you are in a crypt, detailed in strange morbid art, bustling with undead minions of strange new configurations. You walk through it's various corridors, stroking your chin, clawed hands pushing open doors and avoiding deadly traps. A cyclopian monstrosity pauses to observe you, in the past it would have bowed, such pleasantries now past it, and perhaps you...
>The Demon bitch continues to struggle, you are sure she is doing everything in her power to erode that sigil etched upon her head. Probably selling off precious memories of her children's faces or wedding day to the infernal powers within her. Ringing steel sounds as you walk past the domain of the hellsmith...
>...Jeeves, it was a momentary whimsy, but the name is fitting. Your loyal risen, first and most trusted minion. He is ever at work, daubing prisoner's blood on his Kopesh in new strange runes, perverting the elements with a touch of hellfire. He regards you with a nod, light sheening off his pale gray head.
>...Sophie, ah, Sophie. Ever dutiful. Her ability to command, that you command is very useful, and its true, every home needs a woman's touch, and her experiments on the limits of what is life before unlife are always fascinating.
>...a hidden room. A withered arm on a pedestal. So thin it looks anorexic, tipped with claws....Wicks. Try as you might, there is one truth, you started as a human, and that shaped your perception of the world, even what it is to act like a monster.

You fall back into yourself. It was good to see the Boss again...well see what he sees. He's been busy. He didnt notice you, which was disappointing. You'll have to assuage your woes with murder.

With a sprint of unnatural speed you take off into the distance, intent to find The Beast, the incarnation of you gifted by all the souls and living essnce stacked onto your own.

>>1750946
The landscape rises up around you to meet your leaps and jumps, rooftops burst from the ground as you sprint across them, once they leave your sphere of influence they simply crumble back to dust. From the corner of your vision you see shades taking form, but they aren't worth it right now. The closer you get to the beast, the more shades there are. Finally you resort to your parade sword, hacking through them as you sprint, black featureless limbs and torsos flying like chopped overgrowth.
>"FACE ME COWARD!" surprisingly noble sentiment. A sick thrum in your stash comes from the rotten core of your predacessor, the bit which you refused to take, it may still have use yet.

A hellish shriek comes from everywhere, black particles swarm above you to form a great sphere of pitch. like a drop of tar, the beast emerges, the connecting between the two snapping and the sphere popping like a bubble.

Its you, with every bit of your humanity flayed away. Long limbs ending in flensing talons that crackle with lightning. Good three heads bigger than you, torso is just a hollow pit showing spine. Pointed teeth meet to form a grin at you, from behind a mask of overgrown lank hair. "You come again. Told ya' last time. Ain't ever givin up what I have. You followd' Thrane like a little girl in love. ehhehehe..like a little bitch. LET ME TELL YA WICK, YOU WEREN'T THE ONLY ONE COLLECTING POWER HERE. LETS SEE WHAT YA GOT!"

A sea of clawing figures rise from the ground, featureless with blinking motes of blue for eyes. The Beast dashes forward, but almost like a series of pictures, each time you see it, its a single frame, by the time you use your true sight to focus on it, the monster is nearly on top of you.

What to do:
Pick 1: Sword and shield, Daggers, Bow, Great sword, or some strategy involving them.
Pick 1: Offensive, Defensive, Evasive, use your powers
and roll 2d20 for how well you fight, vs how effective it is against the horde and beast.

Ill check back in a half hour.

Rolled 1, 1 = 2 (2d20)

>>1750979

>Sword and shield
>Offensive

Two nat 1s ho!

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>>1750991
HOW

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>>1750991
What the Fucking fuck

>>1750991
https://youtu.be/YrEr9Z0LUtA?t=91
Dis gonna be good.

>>1750995
>>1750998
dice. I require dice. the show is not over yet till I get all my 2d20s.

Rolled 9, 1 = 10 (2d20)

>>1751021
>2 nat20's pls.

>>1750979
>Start from long range, shooting the bow.
>Mid-range start swinging the greatsword to stun.
>Close-start using the sword and shield, using the shield to occasionally stun.
>When he's stunned use the daggers to start hacking at him.
>Use Memory Storage to retrieve the sword-shield and attack.
>Back off.
>Rinse and repeat.

Forgot the style.
>Evasive with Powers

Rolled 2, 13 = 15 (2d20)

>>1751027

Rolled 8, 3 = 11 (2d20)

>>1750979
Greatsword, full offense.

>>1750979
Snake eyesssss. Sorry Wick.
--
The Beast shows no mercy, acting on pure Instinct. Wick put up the best fight he could against an overwhelming force. A mob of shadows rip at his flesh, glowing essence pouring out, there was no protracted last stand. He began to fall backwards into an Umbra Dive trying to escape, but a long claw skewered him through the chest, grabbing onto essence. "MINE."

Wick's last thoughts played across him as he began to dissolve.
>"doesn't hurt. nothing here has any feeling at all."
"Come with me, complete the dive. The loss is acceptable" the beast was busily violating wick as it ripped out more essence
>"Do I have a choice?" A hard yank rips something free, a memory becomes indistinct, you feel a sudden indifference at the situation in terms of your horrific dismemberment in progress.
"You could die.."
>"Alright." You complete the deep dive, burning part of yourself, ripping away from the bits of yourself the beast has.
----
you drift, for a long...long time. Eventually you awake, overlooking a great canyon of shattered stone cropping up like a ghoulish mouth. Thunder and lighting sound in the distance. You feel weak.
>"Where...where am I?" Your memories are jumbled again. You know you lost a lot.
"Somewhere safe for now." Its you. A very human looking you. "yeah. I'm the friend. Born from the first meaningful connection you ever had." Thrane. A closer look at him reveals glowing purple eyes, sharpened fangs, and pointed ears, he keeps shifting, fingers turn to long black claws. "What could have been. No sense in crying over it now." He sighs. "lets have a look at you."

>lost 5 solid
>Lost 1 damage stat (ghoul essence)
>Lost Umbra skills
>lost memory of sword and shield
>lost memory of bow
>Lost defensive stance
>Lost evasive stance
>Lost Flawed essence, consumed by beast.

There is a long pause "You got properly ripped up."

>>1751136
You can barely move. The wind plays across your features, blowing hair into your face, you manage to see a streamer of essence trailing off from a rather savage hole in your abdomen. well. if you had an abdomen. More of a hole now. Strange, no pain here though. Something consuming, absolute, like despair, but you realize it is certainty. You can feel your own end coming, another degradation, its hard to hold on.

Your counterpart touches the silvery streamer, and it promptly flows into his fingertip. "Tsk tsk..."
>"That...was mine...I think?" you rasp out.
He gets his face inches from you "Not much of a fight. You pick a short sword and an obvious charge against a superior opponent. Again. I see through one method or another the tree, boy, and liar joined you. In this state you are far too weak to fight back, about to fall apart actually. Suppose I should just consume you."
>You manage to limply swing you arm into his face, some semblance of a backhand. It impacts and your arm promptly dissolves into ash. You are too weak for a smart ass reply. Damn.
"I like that about you. Defiant. Motivated. What are friends for though. It wasn't an insult. Consider it advice for the future. The tree was wise, he contained your knowledge, mostly, but knowledge isi'nt wisdom. Or cunning. That is for the Beast and I. Probably couldn't be helped how this played out."...you fade out of consciousness for a bit, when you come to, the Wick that could be is looking at you somewhat sadly.

"Despite this place, the Umbra. I've enjoyed my existence. Hoped to see our Master once more. Was never strong enough though. Here you are, ruined, but with the potential...I got by in this place by draining essence. A bit of a vampire in my own right I suppose. You went at it like the damn ghoul, ripping and eating. I'd blame the essence, but probably just a lack of any class."

"Take what I said to heart, and dont fuck this up. Learn to think." He sighs again, turning more and more transparent, a stream of essence unwravling from him into you, filling in the gaps, changing you. For the first time since you arrived here, you feel a deep pain, a true sadness you never felt in your life, or unlife. The loss of a true friend. You stand up, changed, with one last chance. pale blue essence slowly streams from your ragged gut, muscles pulling closed.

A small echo plays out as the last whisp of the other wick flows into you. "The dumb bastard ate the flaws"

Gained+2 solid
Gained: Essence syphon. A long range pull of essence, not to be confused with a soul.
Gained: +1 speed

What do:
>Confront the beast again
>Form a strategy or trap
>Just sit for a while.
>Other

Taking a break for a bit.

>>1751198
When you all come to consensus, or individually, roll a single 1d20 for your plan, or action.

>>1751198
>Just sit for a while.

Let some weaker beings come. They will regret it. We are not strong enough, so we will bid our time and retreat from the stronger ones.

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>1751218

>>1751218
Supporting

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>1751218
Support.

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1751218

Supporting and such

>>1752021
You have redeemed yourself, partially... just need one more nat 20

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>1751218

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>>1752021
I cant handle all these crits.
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You bide your time, despite prior ravaging, your essence is like a beacon in the Umbra. Countless minor fragments come to challenge you, slowly scaling the cliffs of your tiny abode. With your essence draining powers you rip a majority of them to shreds, their insubstantial bodies falling apart as they tumble into the clouds below. There are no days to pass, but you feel yourself recovering. Not the same as before, but whole, the shallow cave embellishes with the trappings of a tavern inn, or campside fire. You often loose yourself staring into the shadows that play at being flames, waiting for your next meal. Success breeds boredom though...

>Gained +6 solid.

...A new entity came, something different. Powerful. The ragged remains of your stomach growl at the prospect. Before you can sight it, there it is. Sitting on at your fire. Absolutely inhuman, but such a simple mannerism. "Hello....Wick. It has been a while. Though it Maybe the last time for us." Long shards and plates of bone like white endlessly rearrange around the creature's body, though its hard to tell if there is something past the bone, it looks like just more shadow. A small volume of the strange Umbra dust endlessly seeps from joins in its body. This one though, you got a name even if the memory is not quite there..

>"Hey Gerriel, its been a while." Previous incarnations dealt with him, disjointed memories tell you that much. He escaped his hell, into a whole new desolation. Seems to have adapted well enough, what was demonic burned out long ago, giving way to the stuff of the Umbra. One cant ever escape their beginnings, as that forms the trappings of the rest of their existence, and a demon is always a demon, having initially seen the world with demon eyes and ideas. The Demon pokes at the fire with an arm that shifts into a lance of bone. "What are you trying to sell me this time?"

it drags out its pleased verbiage "ahhhhhhh.." fucking theatrics "..hhhh" the last exhalation ends in a grinding death rattle "Ever to the point, regardless of your configuration. I've enjoyed that about you." It's teeth elongate, nails stretching to almost comical proportions as narrow skewers, stopping short of your eyes "Yes. Lets get to the point." It abandons speaking, words and thoughts broadcasted directly to your mind. "This is the furthest you have ever come on your little quest. How many times is this now? More than a dozen to be sure. Your will is outstanding...if not for that.hmm.. taint, I would have consumed you long ago. Yessss. Anyway. What I want. What we all want Wick. Variety. Like you I grow tired of my common predations on such simple prey. The beast is what I want, but the beast is you, so out of mutual respect, and perhaps survival, I make a proposition. A simple one really; we team up."

>"The cost Gerriel. The cost?" It fliches a bit as you use a portion of it's name. They really hate that.

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>>1752833
"I can give you enough essence, consider it a down payment....for an anchor. I need you to set it here, consider I see you already have one set elsewhere. I...NEED YOU...to embrace this place as I have. I NEED OUT. What I came here to accomplish has long been done. A demon no more Wick. Something else. Like you. Something...new. However my only anchor would take me back home, a place I suspect is even less hospitable to me now. Considering past transgressions, though wholly worth it. I assure you...From there"

>It flourishes with claws as it speaks, in stark contrast to dead eyes ever staring at you. You know damn well it is trying to ply your mind with word and distraction, seeking an upper hand in negotiations. Those dead eyes probably cant even see the world like you do, just tools to further exploit each new resource Gerriel encounters. Finally the damn thing shuts up, content to hear its voice play out each thought.

Gerriel is a powerful if untrustworthy ally, who wishes to slay your beast, in exchange for a small fee. Half of it's whole. Something you dont even own despite being quite adamant it belongs to you. By consuming a portion of your essence it can ride you to an anchor, and in turn escape the Umbra. In theory. It would take his magic, and he assures you that consuming his essence would be most unpleasant for you, memories of an eternity of basking in the radiance of a hell will likely shatter a mind born mortal. He in turn has little desire to consume vampiric taint.
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Choice time:

Accept Gerriel's offer.
Attack Gerriel for his essence regardless of consequence. (Dice +1d20+1)
Reject the offer and go solo

>>1753031
passing out in a few. will resume in morning.

>>1753031
>"You want out? So do I. Join my essence, and you get access to the anchor and become something more."

>>1753148
"I've already offered you enough of my essence to form an anchor. Do not try and get greedy on me Wick, it is a game you mortal born only enjoy, but never master. I decline your offer, but mine still stands. I would say I grow impatient, but there is really no where to be, and the hunting is good here with two powerful sources of essence...Perhaps if I sit here long enough we will draw your beast as well, and drive the choice to one of my own? Is it more clear now? By sitting here, I force your hand, and you...what? ask for me to join you? I Decline." It exhaels deeply, blowing dust all over you. The sentiment is transient as the dust erodes into nothing, leaving you as clean as you were a moment before.

Gerriel will not negotiate, but you can attempt to slay him. Consuming his essence if successful would incur significant insanity if not pruned as before. Failure to pick an action will result in the coming of The Beast, without a sealed contract from Gerriel.

<Sadly time limits my ability to create deep responses to all events as real life will always win. I mean no offense by it. Job+kids+moving+etc.>

Rolled 11 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1753245
>Attack Gerriel for his essence regardless of consequence.

>>1753245
>Accept the offer

We can always slay him later and consume his essence

Rolled 20 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

i'm with slime
>Attack Gerriel for his essence regardless of consequence.
we can just cleanse the essence like we did with the liar's

>>1753787
>Hey, thats a nice NPC and plotline you have there...sure would be a shame if someone were to...nat 20 it.

>>1753787
You both sit in comfortable, somewhat awkward, silence around the memory of a fire. Little souls come and go amongst the ethereal embers. The mountain top sanctuary has been good, though you suspect the entire construct is yet another memory given form, perhaps a simple desire or day dream. Gerriel looks to you, pinpoints of light in empty eye sockets, they suddenly shift from white to a spectral blue, flaring like little novas. You can't move.

"We are all parasites here in the Umbra, Wick. We all need to survive in a place that offers no sustenance of it's own. I cannot, and do not WANT to wait here forever. Despite everything, I do hope you understand." He begins to unravel your shell, leaving behind the glowing essence of your being, somehow your consciousness stays intact. "Do not worry, you will be with me through this process. I would not want to detract from the...despair. It adds something to it for me, perhaps a little holdover from my crueler days?" With no eyes, you still somehow see a streamer of yourself, a cold blue with bruised purple intermingling. What you are now, and a touch of necromancy. If not for the horror of being devoured it would be fascinating. Perhaps it is that small amount of personal detachment that allows you to realize ol' Gerriel is having trouble digesting you. You recall what he said about parasites though.

>"Ya know something chief, you are right...about the parasite thing. Thinkin I fancy myself moreso a predator though." you call out to his mind, savoring the sudden sensation of panic from his emotions. "What was it about....despair?"

You begin to consume the former demon from the inside out, even has he begins to frantically try and vomit out your essence, a tendril loops out of his mouth, punching back into his chest. Glossy white armor begins to fracture, intricate plates stop shifting, falling off a few at a time. The process is not fast, or overly pleasant as you both fight a vicious battle of mutual consumption. However Gerriel is the slower eater, and is clearly loosing ground. Finally, with a setting stillness, the husk of your "old friend" ceases movement, your own form gradually filling it. A shake of your arms and shoulders removes the bits of white shell from your body; and that is when the pain starts.

>>1754095
You consumed an essence that was absolutely alien, pristine, and flawless. This was a demon, who surrendered itself to the Umbra to be remade, who stared into the Void itself like a human would a campfire. Its perspective and emotions are nearly impossible to digest, and with each scrap of profane knowledge you comprehend, you loose a portion of your own self, what it is to be human. You may not have personally experienced it, but the knowledge of a small eternity in a realm of hell, walking the edge of the void, impossible ponderings...Memories of life before Thrane become even more indistinct...or rather unimportant, indifference towards them against the vastness you now know. Your body begins to loose cohesion as a entity starts to take it's place. A thought echos to you:

>"We are always dying and being reborn, with new knowledge. Pain is simply the grief of your previous iteration as it makes way for the new you." Well then, old me sure as fuck is sad.

Your eyes, black as the void, motes of light suffice for pupils. Memories of armor and weapons fall to the wayside as gloss grey plate clicks and interlocks around your chalk white torso, your arms melt into a similar substance. On will you lengthen your forearm from one shape to another, a blade, fingers to spikes, Finally you stretch it into a spike that explosively spears across the room, puncturing the sturdy stone wall of your dwelling. Dust lightly seeps from the seams of your armor, evaporating before it ever hits the ground. Are you even still you? Though your memory of mortal weapon's persist, you find yourself finding them inadiquate, and eventually relegate the thought to the past.

>"Yeah. Where I started is still me. Just grew up a little. Though who am I even talkin' to now?" silence. "Mighta lost a bit more of my mind than I can understand. Oh well. BOSS! IM COMIN ' HOME!" A grin splits your face; you are less than whole, but more than you ever were before. Sharp claws dig into rock, shredding a path in stone as your weight pulls you down the mountainside. It takes you a minute to realize the noise you are hearing is a stream of laughter from you. feels good. feels right.
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>Lost: all "Memory of" items. Some of your humanity and a touch of sanity.
>Gained: Anchor to: The Umbra, Hell
>Gained: Abyssal knowledge.
>Lost: Solid stat.
>Gained: Abyssal form. It is much harder to dissipate you in the Umbra. Your arms are your weapons now, able to take shape as you see fit, from blades to spikes. Torso is covered in a a shell of plates made from an unknown substance.
>Gained+2 durability, +1 strength, +3 damage
>Incompatible with arms and armor. permanent characteristic
>Only able to feed on souls and essence. permanent characteristic.
>Passive skill: Unmaker; feed off the end of a life, collecting the essence that would normally scatter to the Umbra.
---
Time to visit the last incarnation standing. The beast.
https://youtu.be/syqI8xbxnyg

>>1754188
that's okay, Wick's gonna go full soul reaver

>>1754188

Well goddamn, Wick's coming back better than ever once he kills the Beast

>>1754188
>>1754188
The plains in the Umbra are the same as they always were. You speed along them, this time they dont change to something more familiar, instead growing more absolute in form. The Umbra is a home to you now, but gradually the ground starts to give way to bits of shadowy bone, grinning skulls and flayed skin. Shadowy figures attempt to rise from the ground, only to dissolve into wisps of smoke. You focus on eroding the landscape around you, reverting it to an austere surface. Hills flatten out and gruesome motif falls to the ground as more dust. The illusion broken, you are left facing the so named "beast" A manifestation of your former self, a fragment with a penchant for the darker things in life. What he took from you before has certainly had an impact. If you were about 12 feet tall, made of gristle and tendon, with unnaturally long arms and fingers almost scraping the ground and a mouth that nearly splits your head in half...well this would be a perfect representation of you.

"So nice of you to come back...I see you added new flavor to your essencessss." A mouth on it's chest splits open vertically revealing black organs and yellowed teeth as it talks. Just when you thought it couldn't get more fucked up. Neat.

>"Ya got something of mine."
"What? Your lost potential? That's mine. MINE NOW!" The way he says mine bothers you, its all wrong.
>"Nah man. Need the ticket home you have."
"oh I disagree. Despite it all, you are still built around the knave. Core or not of your being, I always found it mossst weak. When I return, I will claim thrane's power for mine...Do you like that, thinking about me ripping flesh from your master, little dog?"
>This stupid fuck talks so damn much. All of em have so damn much to say about nothin'. Fuckin drives me up a wall. Lets make something sharp.
Your fingers elongate into straight, sharp blades, each about a foot and a half of grey gloss.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zav-5FWdIek
>Choices<

roll a 1d20 and pick from below.
>Talk it out.
>Hug it out.
>Kill the fucker.
>Other

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>1754233
>Hug it out.

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>>1754243
I require more pylons. and 2 more dice in support, or two more actions with their own dice. High roll wins. or looses.

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>1754233

>Hug it out.

Let's see how this goes

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>1754233
>Kill the fucker.

Tired of my leniency being tossed into the trash. Fuck all y'all.

>>1754300

I did it mainly as a joke, good roll Slime. Let's kill the cunt

>>1754310
Just so you know, the "Fuck all y'all." was aimed at the malignant denizens of the Umbra.

>>1754323

Don't mind me then, let's put the Beast down like a rabid mutt and make sure he comes along on our ride back to Thrane

>>1754300
Zero Leniency. Your arms turn into scythe like blades, and you blitz forward dust trailing behind you. Claw meets blade for several strikes before you stretch and curve one arm in midswing, While the beast blocked the cut aiming for it's arm, it failed to intercept the tip of the blade that slice off a leg below the knee. That was all it took. You deliver several more spinning slashes, like a murderous dervish. Each rotation hacks off a foot, hand, part of an arm, finally you slice the wayward fragment's legs off, leaving an immobilized stump. Globs and streamers of essence hang in the air.

"How...did yooou" You abruptly cut off what would likely be another lengthy diatribe from a yet another would be ego stroker.
>"Just...shut up." You grab his face ,claws digging in, palms crushing skull "Just...please...shut. the. fuck. up." crunch. A headless torso simply degrades into nothing before it ever has the chance to fall over, the various giblets scattered around the landscape also vanish.

Immediately you rip out the most important part of the essence, your connection to the boss. It fills that ragged void inside your soul, and a thunderous voice fills your mind "MINE." you realize, it was never thrane, but his imprint, a lasting echo. A tiny part of you made in his image. Due to the flaws the beast absorbed, it traded stability for power. You swat and grab at the particles, greedily trying to snatch at least one before it dissipates, but you dont manage. Oh well. Loss makes way for new growth if it doesn't cripple you. Its an odd sensation. You realize you are no longer a thrall. You have free will, but it seems...pointless. Existence under Thrane was good enough, better than it had been, despite everything really.
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You are Wick. An Umbra Shade, frequent bastard, and loyal Friend.
Class: Returned.
Ability: Homecalling: Once per day you can voluntarily return to the Umbra, taking either yourself, a guest, or rip a 20 foot radius with you, depending on how fatigued/ injured you are. Once in the Umbra, you must wait to return until dusk.
Ability:Hellcalling: You can violently remove a 100 foot radius of reality and all its contents around you for a one way trip to hell. There is no coming back from that on your own. or possibly ever.
Ability: Deathless: Upon destruction of your body you will return to the umbra, you must wait to return until dusk.

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>1754233
rollan to save us all

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>1754405

Well, this is pretty good. Rollan for finding Thrane again

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>1754405
rerolling cause previous roll was mislinked

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>1754476
Support

>>1754405
Wick
Class: Returned

speed: 8
strength: 2
intelligence: 1
damage: 3
durability: 2

Skills:
Essence siphon, Homecalling/ Hellcalling, Deathless

Modifiers:
Only souls/ Essence for improvement. permanent.
No use of equipment. permanent.
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Acting on instinct, you command the umbra, not it's magic; the ground turns to a black substance, and at first your weight pushes down, before you finally sink into the darkness....
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Sheltering from the hated sun, you long for the day when you can stride out into the daylight and crush your enemies in their moments of peace and safety. The cool crypt has grown since you first took sanctuary in Sophie's makeshift dwelling, making it your own. Your assembled minions have met you near your "throne". The most trustworthy of your creations and followers brief you with updates and developments of the world above. Despite everything, the enemy forces are still overwhelming, on one side Magically immune runic shamans and wear beasts, giants and god blooded men. On the other, a legion of soldiers blessed by clerics of an entire pantheon of gods. The merchant you tortured to death, was apparently a brother of some nobility, and even he has thrown in material and troops to the cause, blaming the death on the northerners. What would be beneficial turned hindrance, these desert men wield a faith so absolute their very beings are nearly anathema to you. The last minion is the Hellsmith, you have corrected it's face somewhat. This interaction is to simply bolster her rune of domination. Jeeves has informed you that she continues to trade bits of herself, precious memories to the demons within her, for added power and a chance of revenge. So little of the woman's memory remains that she barely cares why she is seeking revenge anymore, other than a vague idea of lost loved ones...there is a certain charm to it.

She stands in front you, grinning. No amount of flesh crafting can correct that face to normalcy. Daggerlike teeth poke out from where cheeks should be, only the barest scrap of flesh on either side of the mouth holds it's plump lips in place. A pale facade, as it goes to speak, yellow eyes flicker, and it stops. "Finally learning your place?" You cuff her on the head, her neck barely moves. Stronger again, or perhaps just more defiant. The smile turns from a deliberate attempt at defiance and disgust to a slight smirk. "ThraAaneeee....Loook beHIND YOUUuu!!" You wont fall for such childish games, but to your surprise a familiar voice greets you.

A figure seeps out of a weeping blackness pooling on the ceiling
>"Hey Boss."

>>1754521
Nice 16 anon. Anything less than 12 would have dumped poor Wick somewhere else, far, far away.
>>1754652

Thats all it took. A moment of distraction.
The Smith lunges at you..no...past you. Claws graze your face, a Pastiche of a caress. You arent so strong in your human form. Despite savagely headbutting her, she holds on tight to Wick despite your best efforts to buck her off. "JUST a play BITE newCOMERrrrr." a Fanged maw opens massively, before your will stops her from going any further. A loud snap echos throughout the crypt. Wick is staring at the hellsmith, her head turned around 180 degrees. With a crushed throat and broken spine there is little room for theatrics; she speaks quietly "I'll burn you alive maggot. I can see you carry the weight of a betrayer...hell has a special place for your kind. I can tell...we will be such friendssss" Wick simply nods at her. "So...whos the hell milf?"..Despite the impossability of it, the Hellsmith's head rotates further around to face you, neck snapping more."I AM Delphine!!! MOTHER AND RUINER. STReeeeeEEE.." words descend to simple shrieking. An arm rips itself out of socket, pointed squarely at the former revenant; a demonic bolt obliterates wick's head. His body falls down into a pile of dust that rapidly dissipates.
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>You recover in the Umbra. Seems the boss has been collecting some new allies. Some sorta bat...entrail thing, few others too. You caught a glance at Setgash, the fucker is huge. Looks like the Risen has been working out too. Suddenly you are a bit self conscious about how slender you are.

See you in the evening Wick!
----

Thanks to everyone who participated, wrote, rolled, and lurkd' in this thread despite the different pace and mood of the quest. Hope it was enjoyable. I now hand over the reigns of UndeadQust, back to Cursed.

>>1754670

Fine job NonGentle, if Cursed doesn't show up I'll do my own sidequest. Only with a different gent besides Wick or Thrane, but it'll be fine

>>1754706
Bueno. Setgash quest: The search for more doots.

>>1754670
Now that was fun! I look forward to carrying this forward when Cursed comes back

Alright everyone, I've got a sidequest idea ready to go. Anyone here to try it?

>>1755138
Lets party.

>>1755225

Alright, time for a sidequest about a new arrival.

>Writan

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>>1755233

Darkness, there's a darkness all around. Enveloping you in nothingness. You think you have senses, but what's there to sense? No sights, no sounds, no smells, no tastes, nothing at all. You need to escape.

For what feels like eternity you wait and wait, but your patience is rewarded. Red light, it's like a door that's been opened for you. You run as fast as you can carry yourself, and then you fall. You fall through and land into a new place.

Fires burning, you stand on brimstone and ash, you can hear screams of agony, of despair, this is a place of misery. The sky a crimson shade with no sun, black clouds in the sky along with what looks like a gaping wound of some sort. Oddly enough...it feels like home

"Ahhhh...a new arrival." An old, wizened voice croaks. You snap your attention to see a hunched figure: covered in scars, symbols and matted fur. Holding onto a twisted piece of wood like a walking cane. His head that of a goat with four eyes, no lips showing a rictus of teeth. "Welcome young one."

>Who are you?
>What is this place?
>What am I?

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>>1755260
>What am I?

My excitement is... Palpable

>>1754670
BRA-FUCKING-VO!!!!!

I loved it Nongent. Masterfully done.

>>1755301

While you do have questions about who the goat hermit is and where you are. One question bubbles in your mind.

"What..." You cough out, new to speaking. Your voice sounding like brass and honey. "What am I?"

"You young one: are a new denizen of one of the Hells...." The old goat explains, looking you over all the while. "and from how you appear. You're one of the Fiends, how terrific." He mumbles sarcastically. "Ah, where are my manners? I'm the Greeter Sk'tha." He says with a nod

Hearing his name, you can hear your own ringing through your head. Zariel.

>Zariel
>Fiend
>Strength: ?
>Damage: ?
>Intelligence: ?
>Durability: ?
>Speed: ?

(I can either continue or let Cursed take the reigns so we can get to spending all the souls we have. What say you anons, Namefags and Cursed?)

>>1755260
What am I?

>>1755319
Depends on what you and cursed want. No shame if a second thread pops up and we do dueling banjos, or if one of you is feeling like taking it easy the other story runs concurently here as a lower key interlude.

>>1755305
Really glad you enjoyed man. You spent a lot of your time entertaining us, I also lurked and played in a few others of yours, so returning the favor feels good. How's the whole life situation treating you? Feelin any better?

>>1755319
So far man, I'm really enjoying the direction.

>>1755348

I'll let Cursed take the reigns, gives me more time to write up some shit for my own sidestory. Think of what I've done as an introduction, next time I do my part it'll be doing actual things.

Take it away Cursed

>>1755364

Nevermind, seems Cursed is running another quest. ALRIGHT EVERYONE, FIEND SIDEQUEST IS STILL A GO

>>1755348
Feeling like absolute shit. But slowly getting better.

>>1755319
Continue pls I don't have it in me to run 2 at the moment and im enjoying you guys throwing in new sidestories. Really fleshes out the universe.

>>1755429
Lurking

>>1755319

As you're seeing your new environment, you have one question running through your mind. "Can you show what I look like?" You ask the Greeter, he gives a nod. He mashes his staff into the ground and up comes a mirror, you look rather...well you could say weak some what.

You're a humanoid skeleton, needle-like teeth lining your jaws and small claws tipping your fingers, however you do have eyes. Black sclera, blood red irises and no pupils. But in admiring your form you see something, a small imp.

Almost on instinct you grab it, the smaller demon shrieks as you grind it into a powder. Rubbing it across yourself you have white flesh and red skin forming around you.

"What did I just do?" You ask Sk'tha

"You did what nearly all denizens do: you absorbed a lesser creature. It's one of the ways that you're able to evolve your form, but over time they become less filling." Your greeter explains, he points his staff to the east. "You can either take power from ones weaker than you, or you take a better path to making yourself stronger."

"And that is?"

"Souls child...MORTAL souls. Be it human, elf, if it has a soul then it gives you strength. Souls of beasts are less effective at it, but it's the easiest kind of souls you can get. For ones that are races who've become more intelligent...you need to make deals, pacts, bargains!"

"Why are you telling me all of this?" You ask him curiously, he snorts and grabs you by your wrist. A strong grip.

"Because I'm the only one who helps, it's my job to give a...heads up of a sorts to new arrivals. Be they Fiend, Devil, Daemon, or Damned." He murmurs

>You have some questions, but what do you ask?
>You know enough. Time to go out there and explore this Hell

>>1755473
>Why are you doing this? Helping? A punishment?
>What is the difference between a fiend, devil, daemon and damned?
...
>How old are you?
>....can I pull your beard?

>>1755473
>What would you suggest I do?
>What are the easier souls to gather?

>>1755528

"Why are you helping? Is this a punishment of yours?" You ask Sk'tha, he shakes his head and lets out a bored sigh.

"I've lived for a long time. Figure I'd make sure some of the new blood doesn't immediately go out and get butchered like a pig." He grumbles, this prompts another question

"How old ARE you?"

"Older than you boy...older than many." He says ominously

"I see...well what's the difference between a Daemon, Fiend, Devil and Damned?"

"Daemons are the ones that are more savage, Fiends and Devils who've gone mad become Daemons. Or enough Damned band together to become one of them. Fiends are the ones who are the ones mortals picture torturing them for their sins. Ones that usually make pacts with mortals, Eternal enemies to the Devils, a wonderful war between them continuing on and on since the beginning of everything. Speaking of: Devils are the ones who once served the Gods, but they fell and fell and fell. Crash landing into the Hells. However, there's ones older than the Archdaemons, Archfiends and Archdevils...the Fallen. The ones here since the beginning, the REAL powers of this place. But I'm getting ahead of myself, the Damned are simply mortals who've lived a sinful life and ended up here once they've died."

"And what are you supposed to be then? Should figure out what you are first."

He only gives a smile, "You don't want to know boy."

"What do you suggest I do then? What are some of the easier souls to gather?"

"I told you some easy souls to gather are ones of animals. You could always go for ones of babies, the dying, that sort of thing. Or you could try Damned, they litter the place...but you'll eventually find them less filling. As for what to do? Absorb more imps...you'll get to find your power soon enough."

What now?

>Ask more questions
>Hunt imps
>Find some Damned
>Other

>>1755570
How to make contact with a mortal? I don't see any stairways to heaven.

>>1755592

"Another question, how do I make contact with a mortal?"

"You just wait, listen. When a mortal is desperate or stupid enough. You'll hear their voice, reply and you'll make contact."

Good to know.

>Ask more questions
>Hunt imps
>Find some Damned
>Other

>>1755608
Let's go for the Damned.

>>1755615

You give your goodbyes to the old goat, you need power. Imps are probably too quick, cowardly, and some what smart. But the Damned...they're more than likely paralyzed, crucified, easier prey.

1d20 for finding some Damned boyos

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>1755638

>>1755646

Hm, writing. And then I'm gonna head to bed

>>1755638

As you begin your hunt, you track your prey by the sounds of screams and moans. Climbing over rocks and passing through flames, you find an overpass bellow with about more than a dozen of Damned.

But it seems there's a Daemon there, a milky white skinned thing with horns curling out of it's head. Spikes and spines sticking out of it, it's feeding gnawing on the bones of one of the damned.

You'll more than likely need to kill it, but you do wonder. Would it be a good gain for you? Yes...oh yes it would

>>1755691

Alright, I'm getting tired. Gonna get some sleep, if Cursed isn't running tomorrow I'll make sure to continue this.

See you tomorrow anons

>>1755691
>milky white skinned thing
extra calcium for my boners

>>1755700
Get those good sleps

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>>1755700
Don't forget to tell nana goodnight.

>>1755700

And now I'm back for more Hell times. Who alls here?

>>1756964
here

>>1756964
hey.

>>1755691

Seeing the Dawmon feed, you can feel only hunger couring through you. But with it being there you'll need to more than likely kill it, but it'll be more filling than the regular Damned.

But how to go about it?

>Charge in and full assault
>Stealth and quietly kill him
>Other

>>1757044

>Dawmon
>Daemon

Don't mind my stroke there for a moment

>>1757047
>flirt
Hey, cute. I've got a boner for you

>>1757044
Jump on it while it's eating.

>>1757076

I mean, you can. It'll possibly rape you while eating you

>>1757187

Alright, roll me a d20 anons

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>1757346
stab that fucker

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>1757346

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>1757187

>>1757583
Proposing if this thread tanks we hold Chaos to the flame until he makes a "UndeadQuest: Demonology"

>>1757577

My bad on being gone, got a new computer and had to break it in. Writing

>>1758001

Could go for that, I'd try to run when I can but I can get busy so no promises

>>1757044

It can't be too hard to ambush the thing right? You crouch down on all fours, stalking toward your target. You can smell the sweet aroma of cooked flesh.

But, you'll need to kill the Daemon first and foremost. You're right behind it, and you pounce onto it. It shrieks and roars trying to shake you off, however you grab onto some spines and rip them out of it.

You roll off of it and stab the Daemon repeatedly, each strike leaving a gaping hole. However it does leave a mark of it's own by slicing open your stomach, in revenge you jam both spikes into the Daemon. It now lays dead.

>Eat it
>Eat the Damned
>Other

>>1758365
>Other
No virtue greater than greed. Impale the damned with a spike to keep it from getting away. They are both snacks, but the dead one first.

>>1758384

No, escape can't happen for them. Not for the Damned, the Daemon may be dead but these morsels may get away should you not pay attention.

You rip off a dozen spikes and spines from the Daemon, running the Damned through and pinning them to the ground.

You're hungry. When you return to the Daemon, you simpky open your mouth wide and begin shoveling in every last bit of it into your maw. You then moved onto the Damned. Swallowing them whole like a snake.

You can feel something change with in you.

Pick two:

>Spines: You have spines sticking out of your arms. They're smaller than the Daemon's that you ate, but you can shoot them off. Adds to durability and damage

>Hellfire: Toss around Hellfire to burn an unfortunate thing that stumbled across you. Unlocks the Path of Fire, adds to inteligence

>Wings: What it says, a pair of leathery bat wings to help you fly. Adds to speed

>Larger form: Eating so much adds on to your frame, increases strength and durability

>>1758471
>Hellfire: Toss around Hellfire to burn an unfortunate thing that stumbled across you. Unlocks the Path of Fire, adds to inteligence

>>1758471
>Larger form.
>GET THOSE DEMONIC GAINZ

>>1758471
>>1758696

Switching to

>Spines: You have spines sticking out of your arms. They're smaller than the Daemon's that you ate, but you can shoot them off. Adds to durability and damage

We tore them off the daemon, but they seem very useful.

>>1758471
>Spines: You have spines sticking out of your arms. They're smaller than the Daemon's that you ate, but you can shoot them off. Adds to durability and damage

>Hellfire: Toss around Hellfire to burn an unfortunate thing that stumbled across you. Unlocks the Path of Fire, adds to inteligence

>>1758867
supportan. Gotta get swoll.

>Wings

we falcon nao.

>>1758365
>by slicing open your stomach
didn't you say we were a skelleton?
also, Spines and Larger form

>>1759430
we got skin after we smashed an imp. happened during Goat Talk.

>>1759434
so we're just skin and bones? got to eat more

>>1759214
>>1759178
>>1758892
>>1758892
Wait this is Whick and we aren't voting for double wings to become Mega-Sanic!?

I mean Wings has to be one of them, I would go for Wings and Spines

>>1760667

It's not. See >>1755319

Wick is in the Umbra recovering.

Rolled 1 (1d3)

Alright, after spending a lot of the day writing down ideas for how to proceed with Undead Quest: Demonology. Now I'm back.

So it seems

>Spines

And a toss up between the others so time to decide

1. Hellfire
2. Larger form
3. Wings

>>1760811

And so the dice gods sayeth. Fire and spines.

>Writorino

>>1758471

Soon you find yourself consumed by fire and pain, it's a blistering and mind-tearing pain. For you it feels like a thousand eternities of it happening, your sensitivity to pain cranked beyond even immortal comprehension.

But it ends however, and you fall to your knees. Spines sticking out across your back, arms and legs. You close your palms for a moment, opening them back up you see something in the two:

An onyx black and amber flame, it's beautiful. But something about it feels...off...like it's something that shouldn't be.

>Strength: ?
>Damage: 0.5
>Intelligence: 0.5
>Durability: 0.5
>Speed: ?

What now?

>Hunt
>Find a place (specify what you're looking for)
>Find someone (specify)
>Listen for pleas to bargain
>Other

>>1760858
>>Hunt

>>1760858
Hunt.

>>1760877
>>1761055

Waited for more to come, guess it's just you two. Roll

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1761185
>hunt
d20?

>>1761378

Si, you got it there anon

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>1761386

>>1761386
Rest in Peace Undead Quest.

>>1765987
We had a good run, didnt we?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w35WlojaExg

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>>1761378
Fuck it, lets ride this burning ship off the edge of the catalog. I wont be that much use, but modification to the quest due to sinking status: First reply generates response, or unless there are multiple, then crits/ highest wins.
---
A hot breeze comes past you, The scraps of flesh you didnt eat on the corpses turns to ash, your skin momentarily blackens before restoring to it's healthy white luster. A scent. Burned souls. Its not far. not far at all! Rushing and crawling over burning brimstone you find the source of the scent.

A half dozen reccently damned are chained to the ground, being tormented by several dozen imps. Their little leering faces twist with glee as they stab at the fallen souls with black iron pokers, shrieking and giggling at their casual acts of malice. The damned manage to cry out innocence, they always do?

what to do?
>Attack imps; bull rush
>attempt to pick off imps using fire and spine
>sneak and lure. grab the imps one at a time.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yScy55Asojg

>>1766514
>attempt to pick off imps using fire and spine

>>1766551
>18 is in effect.

Flame and Spikes launch. A great pain wracks your body as spikes rip themselves from your forearms, cascading out like a calcium enriched birdshot. Qills embed themselves in the ground and imp alike. A few of the damned catch the spikes as well. The skewered lay outright dead, or screaming as they struggle to unpin themselves.

You hurl fire at those who flee. Little bodies dance in the flames until they fall down, charred and smoking. There is no respite for the chained Damned, you saunter out from your rocky outcropping as the last imps scatter, running for their petty lives.
---
The burnt imps were ate first, pain lingering in the memory of their corpses. The skewered dead ones were juicy and fresh, you ripped them apart with needle teeth, swallowing limbs whole while the still living imps looked on in horror. One chewed its leg off to escape (-1 imp). The imps that could not escape meet similiar treatment, just a bit more noisily. You rip one in half, for apparently no other reason than that it feels right. The little torso and arms crawls away, guts trailing until it finally expires.

After that casual display the damned howl collectively, their dissonance becomes unity until bodies begin to melt into one another, flesh flowing like wax. A new Fiend is being born....

Quickly pick two mutations: cannot pick the same twice.
>Size and strength
>Wings
>Moar spines
>Moar fire

How do you handle the birth of this other fiend?
>attack
>let it...become.
>Other?

>>1766572
>Wings
>Moar spines

>let it...become.

>>1766631

Turn the fiend into a friend if you get my drift.

>>1766638
We mobile now.
____
As the fiend undergoes it's own traumatic birth, you twist and stretch. Muscles and tendons split and swell, anchoring to unfamiliar places. Two long skinny arms burst from your back, thin membranes connect to your back shortly thereafter. Finally a horrible itching fills your skin. Thousands of thin, long quills explode from your flesh. Each one slick with your demonic ichor. Your back, arms and legs are now densely furred with spikes.

The new fiend opens it eyes to state 1st you. " who are you?" it's body still steams with new potential, white skin slowly covering red bones.

You could easily eat it now, and take it's potential. Or it could follow you for as long as you could befriend it. Maybe take it to see the old goat

>>1766706
>take it to see the old goat
>let it follow us if it wants to

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>>1766771
The New fiend follows you in realtive silence. You spear a passing imp to a hellstone wall, allowing your follower to consume it and become a bit more substantial. Paltry muscle fill out the hollow bag of bone and skin. "Thank you."
>"You should meet the guide"...
the journey continues in relative silence. You both hide in a deep crevice as a larger devil moves past you, making you realize how the imps must feel in your presence. Finally you find the old Goat, the domain around it curiously absent of other demons.

"You again? I've told you all I can." It lets out an irritated bleet. "...What do you bring me? Interesting." its eyelids narrow across those unnatural eyes. "These gestalt fiends rarely do I see, before they are consumed by others, or blend in with the masses of others...pasts quickly forgotten." The Goat smears some ash across the Fiend's face, skin smoking for a moment, its eyes blue now. "Never forget. Now leave."

You gain a follower. It has it's own agenda, but will work with you, and for the moment is loyal. Should you choose you could cannibalize your new friend if the need arises.

>Gained blue eyes. Basic fiend?

>>1766808
gonna wait for chaos or anyone else for a bit. Gotta take care of real life stuff. So is there another champion to carry the quest?

>>1766812
Two hours later and it looks like the answer is no.

>>1767103
Alright. Fuck it. You and me slime. We can ride this one into the abyss. I'll be back home later. Out with the family. I'll probably close up Chaos's side story and move onto the adventures of setgash. I try not to fuck with peoples plots too much.

>>1767287
You rustle your thick mane of quills, they intersperse with the harder bone spines nicely. You feel...like you are worth looking at. Perhaps a bit vain. The blue eye fiend lopes behind you. Tormenting mortals will come some day, but right now, there is a certain joy in the hunt. The hellscape stretches out into the horizon in front of you, rife with possibilities.

What shall you hunt?
>Imps
>the damned
>other fiends
>...something a bit larger.
>Lets go on a safari, and hunt it all!

>>1768044
>Imps

>>1768435
might as well

>>1768044
>>1768435
Supporting
>IMPS

>>1768044
Best case, we eat some and get a few underlings.

Worst case, we get swole.

>>1768435
>>1768481
>>1768493
You hop eagerly from rock to rock, smooth baked desolation turning to uneven shattered ground. There was an apocalyptic battle here once. Now it is a breeding ground of lesser demonic entities. Shrikes chatter above you, circling the blackened bones of a once great creature, the flesh long since stripped, they now slowly drill holes to get at the smoking marrow. You finally come to a cliff. Leaping off, your blue eyed companion weighs you down by grabbing into your ankles. A somewhat rapid but survivable descent. Picking yourself up off the crusty ground, you look over to blue eyes. "Alive?"...silence and finally a deep gasp "yes." Blue eyes stands up, ribs cracking back into shape from mild impact induced deformity. You fared much better.

The smell. Greed. Terror. Malice. A hint of shit and carrion. "imps." your mouth waters. They start off very small, but given enough time and food, can scale indefinably into greater imps and so on. Usually the larger demons or devils will rip them apart once they get too big for their lot in life. This....this is not one of those times.

Ahead of you is a greater imp, enjoying worship form a small crowd of lesser imps. Standing head and shoulders above you, the imp is powerfully built, a small crown of fire wreaths above it's head. A purely cosmetic mutation, taken for vanity to induce the admiration of lesser imps...how very plebeian. Your assessment is interrupted by blue eyes. "I can wait no more." it launches towards the greater imp. Smaller imps emboldened, they do not flee.

pick an action:
>throw fire
>Throw spines
>Flying tackle
roll 2d20, one of you, one for your companion

Rolled 19, 7 = 26 (2d20)

>>1768778
>Throw Spines coated in fire.

Rolled 19, 19 = 38 (2d20)

>>1768778
supporting Slime
>>1769046

>>1769429
so close

>>1769616
Blue eyes slams into the crowd of lesser imps, blunt claws ripping and shredding, already consuming flesh mid kill. A little head goes flying off into the distance trailing gore.

You take a moment to send flaming barbs at the greater imp and any of his cohorts foolish enough to stand by their leader. A small chuckle escapes your throat, An imp runs around screaming, two of your flaming spines embedded into it's oversized skull. It frantically yelps while yanking at the barbed, flaming quills, running in circles.

The greater imp has managed to brush and snap off the quills. It is clearly injured, but also clearly pissed off...and appears to be mutating. So is blue eyes though.
---
The imp grows in size once more, its skin appears to be...cracked and grey. Stone perhaps? Meanwhile blue eyes has grown taller and thinner, a bit more human. Feet are fully cloven. Its gorging has done it well.
---
The imp lord looks powerful. Roll 2d20.
How do you attack...or run?

Rolled 17, 2 = 19 (2d20)

>>1769743
>Negotiate

Or if we can't do that,

>Attacketted

You cease hostilities. Without a doubt at least one of you would be slain in outright combat with The Imp. Perhaps there is a better way...
..The Imp Lord considers your proposition. Knowledge. With knowledge it could be more than the greatest of the least of hell. It could ascend. You see it's black eyes almost glitter with greedy thoughts. It accepts a true and the three of you make a long, long trek back to a cranked old goat.

>>1769887
sorry for the shit show update. best I could do on short notice.
-------
The old Goat almost grimmaces, shoulders pulling back as it hears your name "what is it this time? I've no teat to suck from child!" He stops, staring at your new cohort. "You are a strange one. It has been long, very long since one like you has come my way. The Imp however...common trash"

He points his staff at the Imp Lord, what do you do?

>>1770657
>"Common trash or not, I've chosen him to be a companion. Shall we prove the old goat wrong?"

>"I plan to host a bit of a triad of power. My Daemon friend here through no fault his own has become a fiend. I wish for the power of Daemonkin. Perhaps you can lead me to their lands?"

>>1770881
Sounds like a plan!

>>1770657
The Old goat narrow's its eyes, and the end of it's staff glows baleful green. Your imp seems not long for this world, though if you act fast you might all be able to dive back behind the sheer edge that makes up the massive Dias that the goat seems to haunt.
-----
<end quest for now>
I cut it here, because you might save the imp, you might wake up alone and sore, or something else all together. This is Chaos's side story, and Cursed's setting. Neither seems to be coming back, and real life is picking up for me as well. We took this quest pretty close to the end of the catalog.

If another person wants to step up and play at being QM, it would be fun to see.

>>1753811
Hey Gent, if you don't mind me asking, what was the original story for Gerriel?

>>1772214
Haha, so Gerriel was actually pretty well written out. So was the "liar".

He was a demon who had pissed off a lot of people in hell (i am operating off the assumption that in this setting hell is pretty big, and regional, with different flavors), for power, which in his case was knowledge. He went MIA a long, long time ago, and many thought he was slain in one way or another. Truth was he had fled to the Umbra, a place that slowly eroded him, replacing himself with the essence of the local. Though heavily diminished, what was left was a Gerriel shaped, something else. Still had his memories and personality, arguably then it was him, but all essence of demon was long gone. Still, whatever was left was recognizable enough in some way for the hell smith to see Wick had consumed him.

On a more personal level to Wick, Gerriel was a sort of frequent face throughout his incarnations. At the end of the day, a demon in a new form still thinks like a demon. Despite the amusement of conversation, Wick was an asset, and one that needed to be carefully guided and pruned.


As for what he did, who the hell smith is; if cursed picks it back up, and there is opportunity ill pitch in again. the TL/dr is that there is knowledge, power, and freedom. Gerriel took something from the entirety of hell in exchange for "freedom". If Wick had agreed to his offer, it would have been almost true freedom. An actual unfettered life, unburdened by contracts and rules.

As for the Liar, he was not as much of a Liar as he seemed. Wick has some roles to play depending on what situations he ends up in, how thrane reacts, but this is just a 4chan /qst/, so if the opportunity arises, neat. If not, hey, the beat goes on.

fun fact: Wick is no longer undead. He is following Thrane out of simple loyalty, and holy magic probably has no impact on the umbra, but that is up to cursed. In terms of existence he is a lot like the hellsmith as far as being hard to kill goes, just different. It was a bit of a highlight to show how far thrane still has to go, and at the end of the day despite being powerful, he is still very much bound by mortal constraints. Like getting killed.

>>1772454
We should seriously keep this going as Whick Quest while Cursed regrows his eye or whatever he is up to. Hopefully he didnt lose any more body parts.

>>1772498
Wick has about 4 different story lines I could take him down, and two of those fork further. He is cursed's character at the end of the day. I dont want to hijack him unless I get the A-Ok to take it further, or cursed stays MIA for a while.

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>>1772498
unrelated, but anyone want to archive this?

>>1774776
I'll do it when I get to a comp.

>>1772454
>Secret Setgash mini adventure
----
Wow. So you are looking at this quest even as it closes in on the event horizon that is the bottom of the catalog.
Well done!
----
You are Setgash. A GIANT cyclopian skeleton with with a horrific centipede like lower body, and the ability to summon minions from your own body. They are also skeletons. Recently you consumed the bones of a demonic bear, and can summon demons. No word yet on if they are skeletons!

Your life has mostly been underground digging. Despite being Master Thrane's strongest champion, he has put you to work exclusively digging out his home. Upon retrospect you realize it is a great honor, that you are likely his defender and sentinel, guarding over the lair. Besides, everyone else is so damn chatty.
---
Your commands have been few lately, and the Master has been busy. How will you pass the time?

>Doot (I dare you.)
>Dig (roll 1d20) (you seem to enjoy it well enough)
>Practice necromancy (gonna need some resources)
>Practice demonology (Roll 1d20) gonna need some resources
>Fortifiy the crypt (roll 1d20)
>make art (Roll 1d20) you are pretty ok at that.

>>1777592

>Doot (I dare you.)

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>1777592

What were you expecting, putting that there?
>Doot

>Fortifiy the crypt (roll 1d20)

>>1777612
>doot: 16
>crypt: 16

Your powerful claws have excavated a small hill worth of earth, already a growing mound is beginning to ring the graveyard itself. Your skeletons and the other's minions carry out great burlap sacks of earth and pack it down each night. You are an artistic soul though, a giant, undead, monsterous, artistic soul. A single misplaced burial mound yielded a child's tin horn. A whim takes you, you make a single skeleton, specfically made to play this item. Your enchantments enter old bones, taking deep root. A touch of hellfire licks your magic as well. Unavoidable really. The Skeleton gets up, eye sockets a dull orange, and takes the horn.

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

Gained +1 skeleton bard. It strikes fear and hatred into the hearts of your enemies, while not really attacking, it is surprisingly hard to stop it from playing the horn, and very hard to strike at, as you experimentally swat at it while it prances about.

Gained minor dirt fortification to graveyard (4 foot high wall behind crumbling stone walls, not really noticeable, but it helps.)

>headed out for a bit.

What do next? Doot is no longer available, as doot is now active.

all prior options are available. Roll up to 4d20 on individual tasks, or stack them against individual choices as you see fit.

Rolled 16, 17, 19, 14 = 66 (4d20)

>>1778023
>>Practice necromancy (gonna need some resources)
>make art (Roll 1d20) you are pretty ok at that.
first two are for necromancy

Rolled 18, 12, 8, 16 = 54 (4d20)

>>1777592
>>Practice necromancy (gonna need some resources)
>>Practice demonology (Roll 1d20) gonna need some resources

Hlaf half.

>>1778060
>>1778244

Necromancy- 18,17
Art- 19
demonology-16
>Setgash has lv2 demonology.
>Setgash can summon 10 imps and 5 Fiends.

Setgash dug out some rather old bones, and spent the day animating them...over...and over...and over. In strange and new configurations. After turning a skeleton inside out for the fifth or so time he realized something. There are more skeletons than everyone. Everywhere. Flesh rots first. Everyone has a skeleton inside them. Waiting to be free. Needing to be free perhaps? This would need to be talk with the master, these thoughts are too much. Back to digging for a while.
>Gained Skeletal animation- despite the name, a target must roll a willpower check, or their skeleton is not theirs to command for a turn. Works on animals, undead, and the living. Anything with a skeleton really. Exoskeletons do not count, and are for plebs. That's right. Setgash is an endoskeleton racist. What are you going to do about it?
---
Endless crypt murals, and etchings eventually gave way to more and more detailed work, using skeletal minions as spare hands. Setgash's minions are intricately scrimshawed, so much so to the point that there are actual necromantic runes in the design.
>Gained ability to create skeletal mages, counts against total skeleton...count.
---
Demonology was a rather straightforward affair for the Skeletal behemoth. Random travelers, mourners, and vagrants simply vanished during the chaos of the sieges by the northerners. Skeletal minions enacted the rites of damnation and oblivion. After the screaming, all that was left were 10 imps cackling away, and 5 fiends breathing heavily. Unsatisfactory. Setgash washed them with purple flame from his cyclopian eye socket. A tiny exertion of necromancy bound their unnatural energies within their unnatural bones. Skeletal demons. Exactly the same as regular demons, but with the appearance of bone. literally no difference. Setgash did gain new minions though.
>Gained 10 imps, 5 Fiends, that are skeletal.

and so ends Undead Quest pt5.5, it was a bit of a sillier tone, not a lot gained, but hey; I hope it was fun.

Thread is archived.

>>1781186
Thanks man.
Before it the thread tanks, Skeleton mages are weak combatants that throw out doombolts or some equivalent that cursed finds pleasing.

Setgash now has 3 skeleton types to summon.
Warriors, Mages, and the singular, but dreaded Doot Bard.

>>1781216
More doots.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SDIWLRvc7gQ