>>1985751
"R-Rog? I cannot believe my eyes... The Father of Roggar. If I may ask, have you known what has happened to your tribe, the Tribe of Rog?"

>>1985751
"We are Roggarians - you, you were our founder. You lifted up our peoples and united the clans to form one tribe of Rog. But you disappeared. How did you get here - how did we get here?"

>>1985751
"Limbo you say... does that mean...? Are we no longer of the mortal world?"

>>1985762
That I have, young man. Now that you are here, I know when I am.
>>1985770
"You came in the same way I did - a great reordering of the world is occuring and you were caught in the eye of the storm as it rages, changing all around it."
>>1985772
"You are no longer in the mortal world. Whether you are of the mortal world is a different question - one I can not answer myself until I find out more. Your arrival signals that the change will soon occur - anything is possible when all is said and done. "

>>1985788
Now the count speaks, elbowing his way to the front.

"You speak of Limbo, but where are the demons who were meant to have been sent here? Those who rejected the Pantheon and thus would not have been separated into body and mind, Hell and Heaven... and can we leave here at all? I have children at home, and so do many here."

>>1985788
"Well, we are of the mortal world... However, is there any way we can get back? There is a great cataclysm that is about to happen. One could call it the second storm."

>>1985751
"There are many questions needed to be asked. But firstly if you are truly Rog i would like to introduce myself and my companions over here. I am Herwig von Erden, claiming heritage all the way to the days when you roamed the land. Next we have Ser Reimar Nomin, descendant of Bereg Nomin the avatar of Zemel. Next to him are Ser Robert Armbruster, the leader of the Order of the Boar and Kolina our priestess of Domna. And i too would like to know if we would be able to return home, i haven't seen my nephews in three years."

>>1985795
>>1985804
"Good count Hawthorne, Zalian, if he's been here for 800 years... well, I assume leaving is out of the question.

Unless this... change... changes that obviously."

>>1985795
"Well you've only just arrived here. This is one small corner of a seemingly endless plane of existense - far, far beyond the size of the mortal plane."
He closes the book and sets it aside.

"I see you all wish to return back home. I believe that should be possible. You are here in a spiritual form. Your soul's mind and body are here, but your own physical forms are where you left them. Or where they left you, depending on the perpsective. The shape you have now is what your soul feels it should appear as. Your mortal forms may be at risk if you stay here for too long - even if you find a way to return to the mortal plane, if there is no vessel to have you, your soul will simply return to the Afterlife."
He sighs.
"That is one of the reason I am here. Nothing can preserve my mortal body for over eight hundred years. I am a soul in the Afterlife - a powerful one compared to most others, but still simply a soul, a dead man by most qualities."
"But it might not be too late for you, children of my tribe. If you wish to return, I will do all I can for the people who bear my name. For eight centuries I have been unable to aid you - now, I shall."

>>1985827
"If... if you can send us back... then what would you like us to do back there?
We... need your guidance."

>>1985827
"Thank you Rog, though we are not of your blood all of goblinkind are your children."

>>1985830
>>1985827
"Then guide us like you did 800 years ago."

>>1985827
"Damn it all. Is there any way to track those I seek? A friend killed himself quite recently, and I merely looked on and let him do so. I don't care if it was shock or empathy, what I did was shameful. Surely if you can observe the mortal plane, there must be a way to observe them. Please, lord, tell me."

>>1985827
"Why go back, in my 28 years alive, i've only seen war and suffering, is it worth living like this, meanwhile, i see you, sitting there and reading books, having what i'd call an ideal life... Yet, there are still many that need us down there, if we where to stay we would merely pass the suffering down to others. That is why i ask, we need your guidance, to stop the suffering, to bring back peace and prosperity."

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"Then, if you will have your chieftain lead you one last time, I will be your guide in the Afterlife. Perhaps I should explain a few things about it - the place you are in is my domain - my will has shaped it into its form - The forests of the sunset coast, where I was born and travelled to unite the clans into a tribe. Here, my will is made manifest and no other being, short of a God, can intrude without my permission. You arrived here because of the spiritual connection between us - it drew you to me, not the other way around. Beyond this forest, Limbo is a different places - some spots you may find to be similar, domains of those whose wills were strong enough to endure. But Limbo is primarily a realm of emptiness - the souls of those who have nowhere else to go wind up here. Most do not have the strength of will to endure for long - they wander around for an eternity, facing their past, with nothing to do but regret their mistakes. Beyond my forest, my power is limited - what I can offer you is my knowledge of this realm.
If you wish to seek out someone whose soul is in Limbo, then I can help guide you through the spiritual connection between you - a shared past, memories and feelings that are strong can provide that connection. But be warned - you must follow me and do as I say or risk getting lost in Limbo. If the one you seek is recently deceased, then their mind is likely still posessing most of its sanity - but most who wander are eventually lost, their mind withers away as their spirit is sapped and they are slowly reduced to nothing."

"We do not have all eternity at our disposal either - your bodies may be at danger and the way back to the mortal world will likely only be open for a short time, if at all. Prepare yourselves mentally for this - I shall lead you on a journey through the Afterlife. If you wish to ask me anything, do not be afraid to do so and I will answer to the best of my knowledge."

>>1985896
"For my own sake, I most desire to return to the mortal realm as soon as possible. But I am aware others in this band feels differently."

>>1985896
"M-My friend, Marcus, he died in a gruesome way a few months ago i heard, H-he charged at a titan of fire... Please, he's the only one who saw me for who i am and not another Eternian... I'd like to say farewell to him."

>>1985896
"Do you remember everything from your days in the Mortal plane? Do you remember the clans of Notajo,Godric and Nightstalker too? Are the many other Super Humans like yourself? The only one we ever met was Mighty or Basil as you may know him."

>>1985896
"The one I seek will not be sane without the second, I fear. This is selfish, I am aware, but if you can help me, I will be more in your debt than I already am."

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>>1985919
"I doubt his soul is here in Limbo - this place is generally reserved for those who did not die as mortals."
>>1985920
"Oh, I've kept my mind sharp. I remember it all - your forefathers too, when they were the first clan to adopt the ways of fieldwork wholeheartedly. As for the others like myself - I know your ancestors met the one named Basil - and that in the end he sacrificed everything he had. I know what happened to the rest - some died before the Storm - such as Zhang of the south. Besides Basil, Paiter survived and built the foundations of a Kingdom before himself meeting death. I am the last one left - I never truly died, but I shall never live as a mortal again either."
>>1985939
"Then we will look for that one along the way and do what we can."

Rog stands up. He leaves the book in a nearby entrance to a cave and, still wearing his blue robes, begins leading you along a path that, soon enough, brings you outside the forest -first through some grassy fields, which pass through brownish dirtland that eventually turns a barren, plain grayish-white.
"Here we are. Limbo - this is what most of it is like. If you try to travel without something or someone to guide you, you will walk an endless road."

True enough, a figure is passing by you - a man, he appears to be a dwarf. He walks slowly, an empty look in his eyes.
"I can tell just by looking at him. Those mountains you see in the distance - he has been walking towards them for a long time, yet to him they do not seem a step closer. Physical distance means little here in the Afterlife. Be careful, if you do not wish to be like him."

Will you ask anything of Rog, try to do something on your own, or simply follow him? It is up to each of you individually.

Rolled 23 (1d100)

The Trusted Band follows closely behind Rog, fearful of even the slightest chance of losing sight of him.
>>1985988
Feyd, while sticking close to the rest, will try to pick a flower (or just a leaf) and press it in diary. Perfect gift for his wife as well as evidence of it not being a dream.

>>1985988
Follow him
"So you can shape the nothingness of this place or see through the endless to find the end of the road?"

Rolled 45 (1d100)

Ser Marles attempts to capture Rog's image in his mind's eye - he wishes to paint him when he returns home, a true capturing of the founder of his nation.

>>1985988
Follow him.
"Doesn't it get awfully lonely here?"

>>1986019
>>1985988
Following of course.

>>1985988
Just follow him, inspecting environement and rog himself.

>>1985988
"If I may ask, do you recall how you died? Perhaps where you died? I would like to know where you may have gone after you left us."

>>1986002
Rog stops for a moment. Beneath his feet, a small clump of grass and a single dandelion flower grow out.
"I can shape this place with my mind, yes - to some extent at least. But once we leave, this grass and this flower will slowly wither away among the rest. My own forest will likely have shrunk by the time I go back."
"But for navigating the immortal realms, what drives you is purpose moreso than your feet."
>>1985999
You pick up the dandelion flower and press it in your diary.
>>1986019
He gets a general idea of the old man's height and features - were he to walk around Roggar today, he would not look too different from the average old man, though he walks and speaks with enough vitality to keep up with the rest of you without any problem. You note the colour of his eyes is a darkened blue.
>>1986034
Rog does not use any cane to support himself - indeed, though he looks the part, he hardly acts like a weak old man in the way he carries himself as you walk. The environment is the same bleak black and white on and on in every direction - the forest was lost behind you less than a minute after you stepped into the white plains, which you find odd, as the distance you physically crossed was definately not enough to put it beyond the horizon in such a short amount of time.
>>1986020
"That it does. It is one of the reasons why many go mad - or rather, hollow."
>>1986041
"Weren't you listening? I never died. When last I saw the mortal realm, I saw the great clash of gods that was the Eye of the Storm - I saw it with my own eyes as one who participated in the battle. Just as with you, the world itself shifted and turned and I found my soul transported to this plane of existense - since then, I have been unable to leave Limbo. My body has long since returned to nature's grasp So, if I have to say that I died in some way - it was my body no longer being home to a soul. Perhaps it was flung to the waves or burned to a crisp, buried beneath the ground or frozen in ice. It is gone, a thing of the past."


It's been close to an hour since you left the forest. Rog stops again and turns to you.
"Do any of you wish to try and visit a soul in Limbo? If you do, come to me and I shall try to sense the connection between you - describe that person in every way you can, who they were and what the two of you have that connects you. If I can make sense of what you say, I may be able to find the way to that soul."

If you want to try to find a soul in Limbo, roll a d100 and also describe it by those parameters Rog stated as best as you can. If Rog thinks the soul is not in Limbo at all, he will tell you - if not, he will try to find the way to it.

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>1986069
"I wish to find Girk, I know little of him but his name and how he was to Goblins what you were to Roggar. We share blood and purpose I suppose."

>>1986078
Rog closes his eyes and listens, trying to feel something. He opens his eyes again, shaking his head lightly.
"The connection between you is not strong enough or his presence is too weak - or not here at all. Possibly a combination of these - looking for him would be a risk."

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Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>1986069
"Could you perhaps check if a demon named Vy could be found? His real name was Manfred von Erden, he had blue eyes and black hair and he was about 6'6'' tall. He was my ancestor that turned into a demon a long time ago. He helped rescue me when i was captured by the Rhoznaxi and died for it. He was also a great friend of my fathers. Oh he also had a close connection to a man called Malte if that helps in anyway."

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>1986069
"I guess I have a request to make of thee.
A long time ago, a warrior that went by the name of Ran-bo from the lands of the Trusted was turned into a Dark Champion by the monster Anavark. I do not known if it was willingly or against his will. Nor am my faith as sure as it once was regarding what happens to those that suffer such a fate.
Perhaps... if you don't mind assisting me..."

>>1986098
Rog listens again, concentrated in thought.
"Yes - I feel the connection. His death was fairly recent and the link between you is strong enough. I will take you there - it will not be far away."
You walk for no more than ten minutes, until, eventually, finding the one you sought - Manfred von Erden, sitting on a lone tree stump in the wastes. His form is that of a human - the way he looked before becoming a demon. He is in thought for a few seconds, but as you approach him he looks up and stares at you, eventually opening his mouth and asking
"Herwig? And all these people? What are you doing here?"

>>1986101
"I should add, little is known about him. He left no family, no items, no writing. All we have is tall tales and stories regarding his undying hatred for the servants of darkness.
So, as for this connection you speak of, I got little to offer you. My request, to be entirely honest, is more of a matter of academic curiosity, to learn about the fate of those unwillingly corrupted by the darkness."

>>1986101
"Hmm. I see - his spirit was largely consumed by the one who had enslaved it, Anavark. But his mind, in some form, passed into Limbo. Along our way, I will try to find him."
Sure enough, after the two Erdens met, exchanged words and separated, the party passed by a half-transparent figure of a man with many scars. Rog explains that his very soul must be damaged if the form it percieves as natural is so badly scarred. Ran-bo looks at Pen-ce, some shred of sanity still present. He bows his head and shivers.
"I didn't ask for it. I didn't ask for it. It wasn't me. It ain't me." he repeats several times.

Rolled 79, 24 = 103 (2d100)

>>1986069
For Korl, Kogal thinks of a land awash with white; and for the one who would save him, Persephone, the keep at Thornebush, a place from which she had been exiled.

"Gods, I may not be able to speak to you, but I can pray anyways. I have not been the most faithful, nor the kindest, nor the humblest. But grant me this victory over death for them."

>>1986145
Pen-ce wraps his cloak around the shivering figure, muttering something about the cruel inhumanity of the universe, before rejoining his fellow travellers.

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>>1986175
You found Korl just as you'd hoped - in his mortal form. After exchanging words, he joined your party once more and you kept on moving. The connection with Persephone was feeling faint, however - present, but weakened - and soon enough it was visible to all why. In the distance, a lightning storm began to rage.
"We can not stay here much longer - Kogal, Korl, I am sorry, but I won't risk the group for the chance of finding Persephone when she will likely never be able to return to the mortal realm anyway. If you two want to risk your own souls in an attempt to reach her, I will give you instructions to the best of my ability and I will try to call out to you when you wish to rejoin this group - but, I must remind you, this is a heavy risk that you'd be taking."
(Hare has a chance to reroll contact with Persephone at a high risk if he fails)

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>1986256

"Hell is empty, and all the devils are here - brethren, if you follow me now you may be damned. I leave the choice to you."

Kogal wraps himself in his cloak, and his men follow him into the mist without hesitation. They all picture the same image, a crackling flame, something that has kept the Hawthorne family together in whatever variation since its creation. Its light will guide them, even if they fall here. The fire rises.

Their spirit fades in the mist as Rog is left alone with the rest of the party. Within minutes he declares, "they are gone." Yet they are not dead, not yet. The party has to leave, but some glance furtive looks into the distance, believing out there, they live in some form. Somewhere, they do. Their souls bound together, they wander until the memory of the flame perishes from their mind and their bodies cannot continue. Perhaps then they will have found their goal; perhaps not. Limbo, after all, is eternal in more way than one. Yet as their presence fades, their disappearance ends the second golden generation of Hawthornes; somewhere on Mukava, a child cries, though he knows not the reason. He too gathers round a flame, and his mind pictures the same his father did, is, and will see til his consciousness is wiped completely from the endless plane of existence that remains the last great frontier; Limbo.

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The storm was growing.
The group continued along its way, eventually reaching a structure amid the wastes - a great gate. You waited for the Hawthornes as long as you could, but with the storm approaching, Rog said that there was no more hope for them - they were lost, he himself could no longer feel the connection to them.
"This gate was not here before, but It is unmistakable - beyond it lies Hell. That is where we must pass through along our way. It seems the planes have been pressed together or connected more tightly than ever - never before was there such a gate here."
If someoneone, for some reason, wishes to remain in Limbo, they can do so - the rest, presumably, shall follow Rog into Hell.

>>1986069
Ado looks to this man, and asks, "Could you find my ancestor, Dreagon Hatl, I want to confirm the tales that ancient Kobolds held a merchant city."

>>1986317
"Hell eh, sounds lovely, let's go."

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>1986326
Quell cuts in, "It's utter nonsense, a primitive dwarf tribe could never have taken down a Kobold CITY!"

>>1986317
"From the Realm of Limbo into the fires of Hell. This tales going to be something once we get back home."

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"Many things came to pass. We had to ally with the Rhoznaxi who were in fact being lead by Dark himself against the other Old Gods who were taken over by the Vast. In the end it came to the battle over the Holy Mountain in the New World where Light the Old God was released and as the forces of Dark,Light and the Pantheon crashed an event similar to the Storm happened. I know it doesn't make much sense but that is not the reason why i looked for you."
"We will soon continue on our way trough Limbo being lead by Rog. I came here to say my final goodbyes and bring some news to you. I never got to thank you for saving me from captivity."

"I see, there is no need to thank me for a man who is not willing to help his family in times of need is not a man at all. If i could go back there again knowing my fate i would not change one damn thing." the man responds.

"You don't know but father succumbed to his wounds after the battle. He died right there in my arms." Herwigs face twists as he tries to hold his tears back.

"Oh, im so sorry if only i was stronge-" the man is then cut off, "No, it wasn't you fault he knew the risks when he joined the mission."

"He was a great man,Herwig, one of the few i could call a true friend in my long lifetime." Manfred said quietly.

"In brighter news Gerwig's wife gave birth to his children. Three of them in fact! All of them boys too, Manfred II,Simeon Nothos and Cernunnos." Herwig said with cheerfulness in his voice.

A smile came across Manfred's face as the realization hit him."He named his first born son after me!? Cernunnos too... i knew him since he was a little lad under Barnaby's wings, it was a pleasure seeing him grow into a respectable man."

"Aye, let us go now Manfred, we don't want to get lost from the group and i have many more things too to tell you." Herwig exclaimed.

"Alright, you said before that there was a battle over the Holy Mountain and i see many Roggarians here and the Hawthrones too, but where is Persephone?" Manfred asked.

The deafening silence of Limbo was his only answer."

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

>>1986317
"It is time to go. We must move."

>>1986327
After the Stardusts were found to be heretics, the Hawthornes forcibly bred them with some of the cadet branches of the Swift-Hands line. Soggy, a part human part goblin part something is the result of this, a puny but sharp individual with more daggers than friends. He has a single dagger. He follows his Lord into hell, literally.

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>>1986326
"They're not in Limbo - and if they are, we have no time to look for them. Maybe you'll find them where we're going."

>>1986335
Before you knew it, you'd lost awareness of where you were - you veered off the path, your vision blurred by images of the past. Your mind turned against itself and you, along with your entire group, found themselves separated from each other, going different ways, delirious, depressed, paranoid, driven insane or simply drained of emotion and thought - the process was rapid, an observer could note down behavioral shifts in real time - but the group did not spare any time to watch you.
You pass through the Gates of Hell - Rog's push is enough to open them.
On the other side, the sight is mostly as the stories describe it - a landscape of ash, dark rock, volcanoes, fire and brimstone. But there is a sky - this place is not underground. The sky is mostly dark, however, stuck at the phase of twilight - a moon can be seen, outlined by a strange red, almost bloodlike glow on its edges.
The realm of Hell is not dormant or dead - soon enough you see commotion. Figures skitter around, looking to hide from you - or some other threat.
"Unlike Limbo, Hell is a place we may find adversity in, friends. I am not so familiar with this plane and I do not know what fate has in store for us - we must look around and try to learn more of what is happening. I believe Hell shares some principles with Limbo - at least in terms of travelling."

>>1986374
"The Lands of Mor, I knew I would see them one day..."

>>1986374
"Our best bet in figuring out where we are in hell would be locating some Knights of Mor."

"In the past we've found portals that connect Hell with the mortal plane in Roggar and a place called the Ashlands near Paitras and the Dwarven lands. With all thats happening maybe another ones been torn open."

>>1986374
"I... I don't want to.... I wanna go home."

>>1986389
"My hands are so red with blood I deserve to stay here, but we still have work to do in the real world. We must stop the Vast, only then can we rest."

>>1986397
"Does the blood of heretics really make you deserve hell? If so then all of us are doomed to stay here."

>>1986402
"The Sack of Charlestead was a villainous act to the core, the common folk deserved nothing of what we inflicted on them in victory.

>>1986402
"Depending on who comes out on top we might find ourselves back here soon."

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>1986407
Doing what feels natural, Foreman shall pray to Lord Mor, God of Death.

>>1986402
"What makes one deserve hell is a topic of much discussion amongst the learned. And with the new revelations most of what we once believed must be questioned once more.
Take for example you good Duke Herwig, how many heroic acts upon the battlefield outweights the murder of one innocent in the eyes of Juras?
I do not have the answers, neither do anyone else here. And I must say I do not desire to know. Such knowledge might very well destroy a man, or be abused by those who see salvation as a mercantile agreement where a minimum of postitive balance will suffice."

>>1986374
Ado notes Quell's absence, shivering at the unwelcome change, but here is not a time to turn back.
>>1986395
"A portal would indeed be a useful tool to turn back the void, but few, if any, of us know the landscape of hell, and how it relates to the landscape of our own world."

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>>1986426
You feel Mor's divine presense in some form - a force of great power, one you have not called upon in some time. It gives you a feeling of safety and belonging as you are silently speak the prayer mantras, seeking his guidance - yet your prayer is disturbed as you hear everyone around you talking and someone shaking you awake - you open your eyes and blink several times.

Before you all is a tall figure, larger than any man or even giant, even as he is sat down. His bald head and ashen-coloured arms and hands , the simple regalia in his dark colours - it is the image of Mor, recognizable by all who have seen his portrayal by the Church.
"Mortals! Roggarians - you have done it - you've escaped the confines of Limbo. That is good - you shine a bright light in dark hours for all that is good. The enemy sought to prevent you from reaching us, redirecting you so that Hell could be the only path you could take to move forward. This is a harsh realm, a realm of suffering, some of it rightful punishment, some of it the cruelty of the Dark God's reign.Hell is in turmoil and open conflict between the many factions - those loyal to me, those who wish Dark to return, those who want power for themselves so they can escape - and those who are content with the power they may have here. The path to salvation passes through the trials of Purgatory - the way there is the one best protected by my loyal followers. When you get your bearings, it should not be difficult to find. Through Purgatory, you may reach Heaven - and through there, the place where we now fight The Enemy.
Be wary of those who would try to seduce you down a dark path. Remember the world you fight for, the goal you strive for. None are completely without sin, but to know death is to appreciate life and to never waste it - to recognize the sins you have commited is the first step to redemption. To repent is the second and to do all you can to make up for them through good deeds is the most important. That is why you must never give up on yourself. You decide what to do with your life for as long as it is in your hands - remember these words of mine, for they are my teachings to all who will listen."

The image of Mor soon vanishes, but you feel power within yourselves - you feel the connection to your body, the haziness of Limbo is gone and you can feel magical energy coursing through your body and spirit. You all feel alive.

>>1986489
"Then let us move onward men, with faith to guide our hearts and strength to guide our steel! To purgatory, to heaven and to Victory!"

>>1986489
>>1986529

"The path of salvation is through the Trials of Purgatory. Which path shall we take to the trials?"

>>1986534
"The only way is forward, we look for followers of Mor and we will find our way!"

Rog explains that he knows as little about this realm as the rest of you. You'll have to find your way to whatever it is you seek.
In your surrounding area, there are a few landmarks. A river of lava, a river of blood and a river of filthy water flow close by you. The fleeing figures are all running away from something coming from a different directions as well. Most of those figures are going up the filthy water river, hurrying as much as they can.

There are no roads or structures in the area around you. The most distant visible landmark is a mountainous formation in the direction from which the scum are fleeing.

Everyone, vote on where to go now.


A.Up the river of filthy water
B.Down the river of filthy water
C.Up the river of lava
D.Down the river of lava
E.Up the river of blood
F.Down the river of blood
G.Towards the mountain
H.Go in a random direction
I.Other

>>1986550
>G.Towards the mountain

>>1986550
>G.Towards the mountain

>>1986550
>G.Towards the mountain

>>1986550
A
"Perhaps they found a gate to heaven and are seeking an escape from this Hajatas comparable land"

>>1986550
>A.Up the river of filthy water

>>1986553
>>1986550
>A.Up the river of filthy water
change to this

>>1986550
A

>>1986550
G

>>1986550
>>1986551
Change to A

>>1986555
>>1986550
Changing to A to speed this up

>>1986550
I. Can we ask someone where they are heading before we follow blindly?

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You decide to follow in the direction that most of the scum are headed to - most of the scum in question are not demons, but rather have mortal forms - they are bruised, battered, wear ragged clothing, some carry around broken chains. Following them with a purpose and a half-formed goal does eventually, about half an hour later, lead you to the outskirts of some form of civilization - cleared ground, somewhat twisted vegetation and odd-looking animals in some places. Farmlands and hamlets, you conclude, around what must be a city. Here you find people - some demons, some mortal-formed - going about mostly normal lives. An odd sight, considering what images one's mind usually conjures up at the thought of "Hell".

A.Spend some time here
B.Head for the city
C.This place is fishy, let's avoid it
D.Other

>>1986581
D. Ask for directions and what this place is.

>>1986581
B. This place is fishy, let's go to it

>>1986585
>>1986581
this

>>1986585
This

>>1986585
this

>>1986585
Sure.
>>1986586
But unless it's exceptionally sketchy I wanna go in.

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>>1986585
Different people call it different names. It's a settlement, all right. No mayor, lord or army to protect it - it's just a place that stands here.
"The city's some ways east. Or was it south? Ah, you'll see it, when you head for it you'll reach it. Plenty of things to do there, here it's more of the quiet life." one goblin explains as he sips on some drink, sitting on a chair on a balcony. He doesn't seem to be offput by your party's presence much.
"Eh, name's Weed-grower by the way. Some call me Big Weed - it's what I do here. I can give you a huff for free if you want to sample my goods, but if you want anything more you'll have to pay with something."

>>1986608
"Sketcharama! Let's get to that city, I doubt buying weed, with whatever it costs, will make our ascent any easier."

>>1986608
"Quiet life eh? Thats not something that comes to mind when I think of Hell. I expected more...eternal low level warfare everywhere. Is there anything important about the city we should know. Big shot Demon warlords, scams, rules that we can get throw in a pit for breaking?"

>>1986608
"We are sorta....new in town, so if you could tell us more about yourself and this quaint town of yours that would be much appreciated. You see, besides knowing we are in Hell we are not well versed in the geography of this place."

>>1986608
"Thanks, do you know anywhere we could get a map."

>>1986608
"Who names a man Weed-Grower?"

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>>1986625
"Well, here's how it goes. You've got the city and the places around this like here - the people who enjoy civilized life know that there's a certain principle we keep to. Everyone who's not a slave or servant is armed. Mess with someone, they'll mess back - and if they've got someone providing protection, it's double the trouble. Me, I know some guys around here who make sure trouble stays away. They get some gifts from me and I get to live a good afterlife - what can I say, if you can make it in Hist, you can make it anywhere. I bet I live better than that stuck-up Knee-bender who spent all his time praying at the temple."
"Yeah, there's warlords, but they don't fight too much in the civilized area here. Beyond the valley, there's no rules. Plenty try to make it big by raiding, slaving or scavenging out there. Me, I'm set up just fine. Oh yeah - there's some big shots over in the city you shouldn't mess with. The Three Bigs, they call them."
>>1986627
"I grow the good grass - I spent half my life doing that back in the swamp and the other half hustling outside. Took all I knew here - first years were rough, pitchforks and pushing stones up hills, but I got away and made it here. It's been....I don't know how long, but it's been a while since I came here. You know what they say - started from the bottom and now I'm here."
>>1986629
"Nope."
>>1986658
He shrugs
"Wasn't a lie."

>>1986673
"You know any of the Bosses names?"

>>1986673
"Next best bet is to get a map from the city it seems."

>>1986728
"I know them by initials. T, I and M. I don't mess with them, so I don't need to know more."
He finishes his drink and stands up from his chair.
"Well, got other stuff to do. Nice talking to you all, make sure to buy some of my good stuff before heading on." He says, before going into the interior.

>>1986733
"I would like to warn my companions not to explore the cost of hell-grown narcotics."

>>1986733
"That was pleasant. Should we head to the city or try and speak to any of the other folks here?"

>>1986764
"The city might have much needed information."

>>1986764
"Sure, why not."

>>1986764
"Sounds like a plan."

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Sure enough, finding the city is not hard. There is no proper road - some sections, mostly those who are close to nice buildings, have a more cleared path and, in some places, even some pavings. This demon city is an interesting sight to behold - the river runs through it and its urban sprawl is of a respectable size - it can't match Dragonstomb, Gobbopolis or any of the other huge cities by the looks of it, but it's nevertheless a large place. No walls suround it - some estates have walls of their own, however. As Big Weed said, the people around the city are usually either slaves or armed freemen and women. The slaves are mostly non-demons and the free people are mostly demons, but there's exceptions to both rules. It's an endless night here in Hell right now - but the city is relatively calm, though you did see a small gang fight end with one man bleeding out to death in a gutter. Nobody's trying to pick a fight with your large group for the time being.
You've noticed that several hours have passed since entering Hell, yet you don't feel physically hungry or thirsty, though you are a bit tired. Rog plans to gather overall information about the state of things in the city and Hell in general so he can get an idea about where to go next. The rest of you can follow him or go about your own tasks - but he warns you that you should tread with caution here - if you get killed here, your way out of the Afterlife will likely be sealed.
It's a round of freeroaming - you can do actions per your own judgements, it's not a bad idea to group with other people. If it's anything with a degree of difficulty, roll a d100 for it. I leave for tonight with this and we'll continue tomorrow.

>>1986866
Ado searches for a gunsmith, surely the greater demand would have developed a small firearm suitable for a kobold's strength.

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>1986866
Search for some weaponsmiths that make stuff out of Demon Alloy, perhaps acquire a good trade deal/barter for a weapon.

>>1986956
Keep the Divatan out of trouble.

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>1986956

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>1986866
Search for any kind of librairy or books, or, anything of the sort, i'd like info on the place.

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>1986976
>>1986956
Damnit, finding weapons isn't that difficult, this is hell! Everything is armed, someone must supply that.

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>1986866
I'll look into a theory I have about this place. A name like Weed-Grower reminds me of someone who is an icon in Hist where I grew up. A certain Madmiral...

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>1986866
"Time to pick another flower, when i get back my wife will have the most impressive collection in the world!"

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>>1986956
>>1986976
>>1986993
The Divatan went into a smithy staffed by a number of demons, hard at work shaping metal in its rear area, their work hard to observe. At the front area, a shopkeeper was the one the mortal man approached, but some misspoken words, possibly misunderstood or lost in translation, had the demon crossing over the counter, axe in hand to tell the customer what he thought of him - Foreman's intervention made the shopkeeper reconsider engaging in violence, merely shooing you out. While this was happening, Ado managed to swipe two daggers, a hatchet and a single-edged sword made of demon alloy, slinking out before the distraction had run its course.
>>1986987
You found a few places of interest for the bookish kind. One is a library where you can pay to be allowed to read some of the things they have - but only while chained down inside Another place was more of a store type place that rents and sells per contract, with steep prices. The third place was more of a...performance area. It is a large complex, owned by one of the Big Three and is a cultural centre of the city. It has different areas for different arts and the artists have no limits to their creativity. You saw a painter painting a scene with blood, with the models for it actually enacting a bloody battle. A sculpter-surgeon was trying to reshape one woman's body to look like that of another - with the two being different in several sizes. You also saw "The Pornographicon", a section dedicated to various lewd performances - a theatre area, a free for all banquet and whatnot. You've never seen a place that embodies the word "Debauched" more than this "Cultural Centre".
>>1987055
You heard that a certain Mad Admiral, who some call "The Madmiral" is a warlord out in the demon wastes - he and his raiders haven't been back in the city in some months now, however.
>>1987921
You found an odd flower - one that had just eaten some little criter. With its "mouth" full, you were able to tear it off the ground - its petals are green, but its insides are burgundy-coloured. Some jerk demon started shouting at you, saying you violated this or that - he got in your face so you gave him the left-right-right counterargument to the face, which knocked him out cold.

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>1989124
>two daggers, a hatchet and a single-edged sword
...let's try that again, but this time I want a weapon that's worth my time.

Rolled 98 (1d100)

>>1989124
While I'm here, i'm gonna do whatever necessary to get as much book as possible.

Except maybe selling my soul

At the meeting place, severall hours after you were supposed to meet up, Rog and those few who went with him are still nowhere to be found.
>>1989450
You went off and started acquiring weaponry again, this time stealing a proper demonblade in the classical style, three feet long, with a large handle and a small, rectangular guard.
Doing this takes up your next turn(the one everyone else is taking now)

The rest searched the surrounding area, but couldn't find anything. Rog's missing! And what's more, you get the feeling that you're being watched at all times.

A.Eh, he'll come back. Spend some more time mucking around
B.We need to leave the city now!
C.Split up and search for him!
D.Search together
E.Other

>>1989467
>D.Search together
"I get the feeling those Big Three are probably watching us. We should stay together so they cant pick us off one by one."

>>1989467
C
What could possibly go wrong, we're all strong persons, r-right?

>>1989467
>C.Split up and search for him!
We can cover more ground that way.

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>>1989466
And while others are wondering what to do about Rog, you spent your time...performing. It was a performance for which the actors were blindfolded and led through a series of interactions with each other - your own eyesight problems gave you an edge over the rest as you knew best how to act like a blind man - two of the others had their eyes gouged out to make the play more convincing. The audience was pleased and you were eventually taken off stage where they washed the stains off and gave you back your clothes. The boss was so impressed with your role, they told you, that you are given a voucher to take as many scrolls and books as you yourself can carry out of the store.

>>1989467
D

>>1989467
C.

>>1989467
D

>>1989467
C

>>1989467
Switch to C

Well, that's another round of rolls for everyone except Maple and Jestre!

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>1989719

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>1989719

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>1989719

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>1989719

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>1989719
Roll high

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>>1989721
>>1989731
You bumped into each other and decided to combine your efforts. You went around the slave market, asking questions, roughing up some suspicious fellows here and there.
They tell you that people don't generally just get nabbed off the street and that if someone you know was captured and haven't wound up here on the market, then they're being kept by someone - probably someone whose property they intruded on.
>>1989734
You saw as Zalian and his group got in trouble - they'd crossed into the property of some big boss figure - you learned that it's one of the big three, the T - Timor, a mob boss renowned for his brutality. Word on the street is that he's been aggresively expanding his turf and that a war between the bosses might begin soon.
>>1989738
The moment your left foot just barely touched the border that marks (barely visibly) that you're entering someone's property, you and your men were peppered with arrows and bullets before you could react - one of the Fangs died on the spot, you and the rest were dragged in, too wounded to fight back.
>>1989742
You gained more info on the two other bosses. You saw Georgius exiting the cultural center and informed him on what was happening - the big boss there is someone called Meretra - a female. Searching around for clues around the city some more, you learned of the third big boss' name - Iuvo. He is known to be the most mercantile of the three, owning the largest gambling establishment and being considered one of the richest denizens of Hell.


You gather together and share the information you've gained. What will you do now?
A.Spend more time gathering information
B.Leave the city
C.Head for Timor's turf - the place where Zalian was kidnapped
D.Seek out Meretra
E.Seek out Iuvo
F.Other

>>1990079
C

>>1990079
D
"L-let's not get selled into slavery, n-not while in h-hell okay?"

>>1990079
>C.Head for Timor's turf - the place where Zalian was kidnapped

>>1990079
>C.Head for Timor's turf - the place where Zalian was kidnapped
"We'll ask him politely to release our friends, hopefully he's a reasonable fellow.

>>1990079
C.Head for Timor's turf - the place where Zalian was kidnapped

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You reach the outskirts of the property on which Zalian was kidnapped - it's a large, wide building with several chimneys, smoke streaming out of them. Guard demons observe you from inside the property's courtyard. What will you do?
A.Try to sneak in!
B.Ask nicely to be allowed to enter
C.Ask nicely to meet Timor
D.Attack the foul demons!
E.Other

>>1990152
>C.Ask nicely to meet Timor
"Hello good sir, please take us to your leader."

>>1990152
>C.Ask nicely to meet Timor

>>1990152
C

The guard glares at you. Some of you remember a proverb from some region you can't quite remember, maybe it was Ezirin - "King allows, guard forbids" would be its rough translation into Roggarian.
Give me ONE d100

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>1990182
o

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>1990182
i got this

>>1990196
" Beat it before I beat you"


Well, that didn't work.

A.Try to sneak in!
B.Ask nicely to be allowed to enter
C.Ask nicely to meet Timor
D.Attack the foul demons!
E.Other

>>1990227
>C

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>>1990227
>D.Attack the foul demons!

>>1990227
C

>>1990227
C

>>1990227
>C.Ask nicely to meet Timor

"What would we need to do to gain an audience with your Boss Timor?"

The guard looks really annoyed now.
First one to both roll a d100 and do the nice asking process(Write it out) is who he'll listen to.

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>1990312
Dear guard, Fuck off, and let us see your boss.
Regards.

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Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>1990312
"My good sir, perhaps me and my friend mr Bag of Cash here could make you reconsider your earlier refusal?"

He listens to Georgius while another one walks by and grabs the bag of cash from Feyd.
"It's untainted gold, Hen." the one now biting on a coin says to the big guy.
"Mm. Real Roggarians on a visit down here, eh?" He now speaks in Roggarian, fluently, rather than the elvish that is commonly spoken around here. The guard smiles.
"Come on in! Bossman's waiting for you, any Roggarian's welcome here. You know, I recognize the accent - a fellow man of Eternia. Plenty of us around here, heh." The muscly demon waves over for everyone to come into the yard.
The other demons keep watching you, but don't attack you as the guard leads you towards the building.
"It's like one huge family gathering! Warms the soul, really - you know, I heard someone say Rog himself is here. Can you believe it?" Hen says as he knocks on the metal door of the building in some combination, after which it is opened.
Inside, you see hundreds of other demons on different levels along the building - some are lounging around, eating, drinking, smoking. A few are training, others are working on the frame of a large metal ship being constructed indoors.

>>1990435
"Wonderful, two birds with one stone."

>>1990435
"Why are they building a ship out of metal?"

>>1990435
"That's.... a big boat you got there... Will it float?"

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>>1990495
"Looks like the bossman himself is going to explain to you" Hen points to someone behind you.
Coming down a flight of stairs is a masked man - a rather cheap and poor mask, you'd think, given that it's little more than a cloth sack.
"It's for a friend. A madmiral. Welcome to our little Roggarian corner in Hell, by the way."
"What brings you here on this fine day?"

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>>1990554
"Greetings, we are here on a search for a friend of ours, a man named Zalian and his companions.
From what we gather he accidentally caused an afront to you and was taken into custody, we would very much like to bargain for his freedom."

>>1990554
Seamus appears beside Soggy silently - the only one with any relation to the Hawthornes that didn't pursue Persephone, the lich had spent time in the archives and had seen some of the sketches Thuzad had drawn of his ancestors. He laughs his ass off upon seeing the mask, but stops and thinks.

"Do you have laughing gas or something?"

>>1990582
"Ah, a man of culture, I see! That I do. "
>>1990565
"The one you speak of and his group are hooked on it right now. Had to give it to em. Come on, I'll show you."
He brings you to a room where the Divatans are all laughing at something, some of them rolling on the ground. You notice that they're all here - the one who was killed is now once again alive.
It smells a bit funny in here.

>>1990605
"Newsflash lads, we're here to get information on how to get out of here, so get up, stop laughing
and don't get too comfortable..."

>>1990605
"... I see...
Will they be alright then?"

>>1990605
>>1990643
"They seem to be having a good time. If you don't mind me asking whats in that gas?"

>>1990652
"Trades secret."
>>1990643
"Well, the one we killed is now part of the dead. He had enough energy in him to regenerate - if you have energy, that's what happens when you die here in Hell. So his place is with us now, if you believe in that kinda stuff. The rest'll be fine, you can have them. Back in my day we hugged rivers, not trees, so I didn't recognize them at first."

>>1990670
"Most grateful to you good sir.
Well, if you'd excuse us, we have another lost friend to locate."

>>1990670
"Would you be able to tell us the way to purgatory?"

>>1990670
"A lots changed since your day. Roggar is now part of an empire made up of the Pantheonic states on Setyrias and the River-huggers are now scattered over parts of Roggar."
>>1990704
"And that we need to get back to our bodies before some rock or a titan falls on them and were stuck in the afterlife away from the battle for the world."

>>1990704
"Sure. There's this mountainous region that you can see from the crossing point of the three rivers, you have to go past it and travels some more until you'll see it. The road to Purgatory is where most warbands pray on travelers."
>>1990718
"Well hey, you can always stay here. You don't need to eat or drink unless you want to, you get to live forever, you've got good company - it's fun, as long as you have a place to call your own. Out in the wastes, well, that's for the more adventure-seeking souls. Or those who are stuck in the usual process of suffering and torment."
"If you make it back to Roggar, tell my people that Timor's got a spot saved for them when they cross over."

>>1990738
"Thank you, we will mention you, we must however head for the mountain."

>>1990738
The Divatans finally manage to get their bearings after having laughed and such.
"We shall go for the mountain then."

>>1990746
>>1990751
"What about Rog?"

>>1990738
"Thanks Timor and good luck with your metal boat project."
>>1990760
"We'll find Rog and then make our way to the mountain."
"Timor have your people heard anything about where he might be?"

>>1990760
"Hmm, Yes, we shall have to find Rog, but we do know where we must go now."

>>1990760
>>1990764
>>1990766
"Hmm, search around the city maybe. If you can't find him in the open, ask the other bosses, but be careful. The whore is a bitch and the greedy one can't be trusted."
"Oh - and if you see Barnaby while you're travelling the wastes, tell him version seventeen is almost ready."
You leave Timor's Den. What now?
A.Search around the city some more
B.Wait, let's go back in
C.Seek out Meretra
D.Seek out Iuvo
E.Leave the city
F.Other

>>1990792
D.

>>1990792
D

>>1990792
D

>>1990792
>D.Seek out Iuvo

>>1990792
E Head for mountains
"We need to get out of here, lest this might turn nasty, this is HELL let me remind you"

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>>1990792
I knew I shouldn't have been spectating that battle. Drawn into this... this WARM hell hole.
E.Leave the city
I say we get the hell out of here.

Give me 3 rolls

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>1990840

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>1990840

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>1990840

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>1990840

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You found the magnificent establishment that is the symbol of Iuvo's wealth and the face of his little empire - "The Palace of Fortune". Guard protection in and around it is tight and today is Gold Members' special betting night. A gold membership is granted to friends of the family, special guests and those who can pay handsomely for it. Obviously, none of you have a gold membership and you know that they don't look kindly upon either Timor or Meretra's people here.
What now?

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>>1991101
“Hmmm… I say we have two options.
The first one is to dig into our travelling budget and buy ourselves a gold membership.

The other is the usage of guile. For example that we disguise ourselves as washerwomen, maidservants or a travelling performing troupe that is scheduled to perform before this luvo himself.”

>>1993070
"Obviously we need to disguise ourselves as thespians for a 7 hour performance."

>>1993070
As the good sir has pointed out, there are several ways to gain entry to The Palace.
A.Purchase gold memberships - this will require a substantial sum per membership. Some of you may have some gold left on you, but it's likely that bartering away some of your belongings could be required.
B.Guile - try to sneak in as servants
C.Force - break your way in
D.Forget about this and go elsewhere
E.Other ideas - be creative if you don't like any of these options

>>1993922
B.Guile - try to sneak in as servants

>>1993922
E
"I dont have a good feeling about this one. I'll wait outside"

>courage 7

>>1993922
A.
"I'm sure a single platinum ring will be sufficient for myself."

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>>1993922
>B.Guile - try to sneak in as servants
What could go wrong?

>>1993922
B

>>1993922
A.

>>1993922
>B and A
Richbois pay 4 them selves and the poorbois can make by

The plan you decided on was that those who can pay for a membership will do so in some form or another, while those who can't will enter as their servants - though they'd have to act the part if you want the act to be convincing. Of course, if someone doesn't want to enter they could wait outside.

Everyone, decide on your own what you'll do - if you'll pay (And with what), if you'll wait outside or if you'll enter as someone's servant - apparently they permit two unarmed servants to enter along with a master(the one who pays, who can enter however he wishes) with a minimal required extra charge.

>>1994111
i'll be hiding outside with everyone's weapons, ready to get in if shit goes down

>>1994111
"I will pay with a ring, Divatan, Drunf with me."

>>1994121
"B... but I already had my disguise ready... Okay then."

>>1994120
>>1994111
Herwig sighs after losing the dice game against Nothos.
"Hold my hammer,Georgius. It seems im a servant to Nothis this time around."

>>1994139
Meanwhile, Pen-ce and the two Har-konnen's will remain outside with Georgius, prepared to mount a rescue operation of things go sour.

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>>1994111
"I'll pay my fee with my prayer beads, gold and angsteen of course. The petrekshani looking one and Herwig with me, as servants."

>>1994111
Looking over her lack of any material wealth Ankita shakes her head

"Guess I'll be a nothos' maid."

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Overseen by guards, a servant inspects the items you use as payment, before issuing Duke Foreman and Count Nothos a metal plate with golden lining, their names written down on the plates, noted as Golden Guests of the Society of Good Fortunes.
You line up in a queue of very well-dressed and groomed demons, both men and women - one by one they present themselves to the guards at the gates and are sent inside. When your turn comes, the guard asks that you wait a bit as he whispers something to another demon who calmly goes in - presumably to inform someone of your presence. You are allowed entry after the short delay and are even assigned a servant who will show you around as first-time guests.
A few things are striking as you enter Iuvo's Palace - firstly, the courtyard outside, the building's size and its interior are definately all worthy of the definition of palace in their splendor and arrangement. The fashion sense and overall design are quite interesting, they bear some resemblance to those you are familiar with back home. A high level of class and etiquette can certainly be observed here - but, in inspecting the guests and personnel, you see the second big thing that's odd. Many of the people inside the Palace do not look like demons - their skin lacks the redish hue, the bulging muscles, spikes, scars - horns are perhaps the most you'd see in most people's apperances - beyond that, they all look like healthy mortals, like nobles at a monarch's feast.
Live music is being performed from somewhere; The interior is well lit, not by torches, but rather by hanging chandeliers or lamps properly encased in metal or, in a few places, crystal.
The servant with you shows you around the different areas - a dance hall, a lounging area, the main gambling zones and the dining quarter - not quite a hall like what the palaces you are used to have, but rather elevated level after level.
"There are other facilities as well - baths, guest rooms, an inner garden, a gallery - you will not be dissapointed with your stay."
Well, this is interesting. The servant is sticking around with you for now, though you can dismiss him - you should decide as a group what to do here.

>>1994236
"Drunf fetch me a drink, Divatan some spiced meat would be appropriate and you servant we need to talk to Iuvo."

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>1994236
rolling to not fall asleep outside.

(Georgius is getting tired and is bored of keeping watch with dull eyes.)

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>1994236
"Since we're here, I suppose we should enjoy ourselves. I think a bath is in order, extra bubbles and drink."

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>1994242
"Are you talking to me... Oh, right! The act! Let me go look for something expensive to drink."

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>1994264
"C-Can i join in?"

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>1994236
Look around a little out of depth. Then take a breath to compose myself.

I guess I'll try to find somewhere for 'the master' to take a bath with extra bubbles.

Oh and a drink that would go well with a hot bath

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>>1994242
"Why, sir, just about everyone in our establishment would wish to speak to Master Iuvo, but he is a busy man - he is presiding over the event as we speak. Golden Guests such as yourselves are able to enjoy our hospitality and facilities, but I'm afraid the priority with which you are listed on the Master's list of guests to recieve personally is not the highest possible - before the Gold Guests there are the Platinum Guests and before them there are the gentlemen and ladies who are members of the Society of Extraordinary Fortune.
But please, do not despair - enjoy tonight's event to its fullest. Perhaps fortune will smile on you and our master will take an interest in you and invite you to see him."
>>1994259
You feel WOKE.
>>1994264
The servant takes the group to an inner courtyard.
"This whole area is dedicated to bathing, massages, swimming and relaxation. There are private baths, massage chambers, swimming pools, and four large baths -warm and cold, one of each above ground and another below."
"With this I am afraid I must leave you in order to attend other guests, as the Gold Guest Membership included only a tour by a servant such as myself. On behalf of the entire Society, we hope you enjoy yourselves."

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>>1994265
You brought the two masters a tray with four bottles of fine drinks - wine, "Liqueur", brandy and mead, fermented for centuries where applicable, made with expertise and the best ingredients in all of Hell - a taste unlike anything the Duke has ever tasted, it is absolutely amazing and you served him perfectly, not a drop spilled where it shouldn't be. Truly, this is the high-life.
>>1994264
You got room for the two masters in a warm bath, extra bubbles included.
>>1994287
>>1994293
You two didn't help much in the process - Herwig slipped on some possibly wet surface and fell down, bumping into Ankita, who spilled a drink she'd been carrying - they would've landed on the relaxing Count Nothos, were it not for Sir Eric who expertly guided an empty glass to intercept the trajectory of the spilled wine before it had done any damage. Eric smiles as you two feel disgraced.
The two masters are now relaxing in the warm water while the servants attend them. You have a relative degree of privacy to yourselves if you wish to keep it and plan for the next step - alternatively, you could try speaking to the other bathing guests or leave the bath and move on to another part of the Palace.

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>1994363
While the others relax, Drunf will chat up the servants.
"So, Master Iuvo ey? Heard loads of stuff about him, quite the character right fellas?
... Any of you got any juicy gossip to share maybe?"

>>1994363
Foreman will ask a servant how one becomes a full member?

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Go take a piss

Go try on some hat

Debate with some demon what is the best Illusion transponded concert from the demon string pincher band AC/DC

(find the reference)

>>1994378


You chat up a middle aged human, with a well-kept sat and peper beard.
"Well, the main dinner event ended less than an hour ago and now most of the guests are scattered around. This event is the best we've had in the last twelve years, I'd say, Master Iuvo has really outdone himself - there was one occasion on which the organisation was better, but apparently this time the decision to host a special dinner was made almost spontaneously, with far less time to prepare - if you can believe those who work here. Apparently, the good master has a special guest - someone who sought him out to gamble! The master is most likely in his personal gambling zone right now, maybe the two of them are playing as we speak - it must be exciting to watch! Iuvo is considered the best gambler in Hell, as well as the best enterpreneur - it is what this whole place was built on."
>>1994391
A halfling servant answers your question.
"First time visitors may come in as Golden Guests - on your second and later visits you can purchase a Platinum Guest Membership and if the Society invites you to join them - well, that's how you become a real full member. It usually takes a few years, but lower-ranking members of the society are known to sometimes bet their membership when playing against guests."

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>1994363
Ill uhhh snoop around the rest of the place, see if i can scout it out.

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>1994453
I will assist Herwig in this pursuit.

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>1994449
Time to find a member willing to gamble his membership with me.

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>1994468
assist my master

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>>1994423
"Definately "Blade's edge" - it was their peak. Since then it's been a steady decline if you ask me" A ten-foot tall minotaur demon says, passing you a bottle of beer. "Spineroot. Real man's beer."
>>1994453
>>1994457
The dining area has relatively few people around - mostly those eating desserts or just looking for a place to sit down and chat with company. Music is still playing from somewhere, guests are trickling in, but almost none have started leaving yet.

>>1994468
>>1994473
Sir Drunf reminded you that you should dry yourself, dress up and look properly fashionable first, helping you greatly with the tasks - he helped make you presentable enough as you entered the large gambling zone. No one's looking to bet his membership against you right away - looks like you'll have to gain some recognition first.

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>1994488
Well no time like the present, start gambling with the rest of my rings save for the family signet.

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>1994488
Ehhhh, Nothos can handle himself. I will go and have some fun talking with the people here.

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>1994488
Seek out a suitable target for our tactical gambling.
Just the right mix of intoxicated, desperate and rich should do.

>>1994513
The high-class guests didn't want to talk to you. Some of the servants who weren't busy did speak to you a bit. Something to do at least - most couldn't spare more than a minute or two, but some small talk is better than none.
>>1994533
The first targets the Duke was facing weren't the easiest.
>>1994497
There were some wins and some loses. Overall, you came out of your first poker game with one ring less, you got some coins from the dice game after that you then lost in some game called "Bacara" or something like that. It was some practice at least, it may have opened you more doors.

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>1994543
It's time to go big, bet my Gatestone necklace.

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>1994543
>>1994574
Make sure people like the Duke lose - no, mispossess their belongings into my hands as we play. We wouldn't want it to go elsewhere, would we?

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>1994574
Drawing upon his lifelong experience of senseless gambling, exotic cocktails and expensive women, Eric chimes in with some sage advice:
"My lord, when seeking to land the straight baccarat, I always find it sensible to go for the double card rather than the half-card. It is a high risk stratagem but it triples the chance of entering the streak zone. The winner takes all as they say.

Don’t play dangerous, play... dangeresque.”

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>1994574
>>1994543
Might as well do some helping out right here.
"Don't they teach you how to bet in Gobbopolis or was that Hist? Hmmm i always mix them up."

Rolled 51 (1d100)

Start getting tipsy and start using >>1994583's hammer for gambling purposes

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>1994543
Dry myself off and go watch the gambling. Keep a close eye on the purveyors for cheating.

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Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>1994574
You had Nothos, Seamus, Eric and Herwig giving you advise - you won a few small games before finally matching against someone who was willing to bet his membership against your gatestone necklace - a halfling in appearance, you played a series of dice poker matches.

"It's lucky three. We play three sets and the total scores at the end are what decides the bet."

In the first round you lost - your score was your (roll+theirs)/300, totalling at 52 average.
Mister Hodges, your opponent, had a score of 78 in the first round, taking it by a 26-point lead.

With a smile, hodges rolls his second hand of dice.

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>1994596
"Let us throw the dice. Bathal bless me...."

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>1994605
support roll

"Might I suggest doing a doublecurl rather than just rolling it straight? Produces the best combos in my experience."

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>1994605
Haelb the poor man

Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>1994605
Keep the moron from wasting everything.

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Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>1994605
Eric's advise didn't help, but Nothos provided emotional support and steadiness, your second roll was better, as was your third - Seamus wisely advised you to put down the dice when you'd done all you could. The halfling's rolling totals amounted to 99, almost the maximal possible - yours amounted to 90. His lead is 33-point strong.
"Third time's the charm, Mister Swift-Hands." he says smilingly as the third and final set of rolls begin.

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>1994586
Welp, I replied to the wrong one earlier - here's what the demon, betting his demonblade against "your" hammer, will roll with his dice.

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>1994636
"That's Duke Swift-Hands to you halfling."

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>1994636
Seeing his master having the game well in hand, Eric shall lounge at the bar.

“I’ll have a drink, a martini, shaken not stirred. On the rocks, bare and with extra ice. Add a slice of lemon, but hold back on the juice if you know what i mean. Make it a half split with whisky and throw in a tad of cocaine.”
Leaning back, and flashing a perfect smile at the most alluring woman. “Hi there baby, come here often?”

Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>1994647
Throw a drink in his face, along with the one the woman will presumably throw.

>>1994586
>>1994642
You took him up to playing best of three first - and then he asked that it be best of five. In the end, the demon conceded defeat as you took his sword happily.
>>1994643
Each player rolled their dice and meticulously wrote down the results, neutral parties watching to ensure no cheating or miswriting was occuring. At the end of the match, you carefuly calculated your scores - you won! With a lead of six points, you were offered a handshake and a copper plate, marking a low-ranking member of the Society.
>>1994647
The woman was simply ignoring you, but Seamus made up for her lack of interest in you by taking the drink and throwing it in your face, nearly ruining your hairdo.

>>1994661
Hmmmm how do I become a higher ranking member? Do I have to gamble or is there just someone I can bribe?

>>1994665
"Well, it took me a year of attending events, doing errants and impressing the right people to get a bronze status. Get the right people to like you, that's how, basically. And the higher up you go these stairs, the more right the people get."

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>1994661
“I’ll teach you some manners you slimy paluba!” Drunf shouts, throwing a haymaker against Yewling.
Nothing impresses the ladies like some good old masculine fisticuffs.

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>1994661
Happily go back to my hiding spot and wait it out

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>1994661
>>1994665
"Now now. You've gotta relax, my friend. Come drink with us."

Steam off with a nice stiff drink, something...olivey.

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>1994661
Celebrate swifts win with some drinks!

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>1994672
I'll summon some guards. No fighting in such a nice place, yes?

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>1994671
"God's dammit I don't have time for this. Time to fucking smooze and make some friends I suppose."

Foreman puts on his most dashing smile and attempts to woo some of the beautiful ladies here trying not to think about his wife.

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>>1994672
>>1994684
Seamus dodged the haymaker with ease and called on the guards. The bouncers - who look like proper demons, albeit well-groomed ones, grabbed Eric by the arms and escorted him outside, in an area where he was tied to a large wheel. A couple of guests are now preparing to shoot at the wheel with bows, crossbows, spells and throwing weaponsThe wheel will be pushed to start rolling in a direction for added dificulty.
>>1994679
>>1994677
You drank some fine liquor to celebrate, getting the pressure to buzz off.
>>1994676
You hear a familiar voice - that of Eric - trying to tell someone to put him down. It's coming from the courtyard.
>>1994694
Those who payed you attention were merely toying with you, letting you go on and on, feigning itnerest before laughing it off, at best saying you were a cute little man before moving along to taller men.

>>1994725
Go toward the voice, verrrrrrrrrrrrry calmly

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>1994725
See if I can get in to watch Iuvo gamble, I am small so I can just kinda squeeze in.

Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>1994725
The Duke had moral qualms, I have absolutely none. Let's get me a woman.

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>1994725
"My friens, when courting women you need so finesse and how should i say it, high and manly spirits which you lack."
Show swiftie how to get it done.

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>1994725
“Hang on there fellas, I think you got the wrong guy. It's the Yewling that's supposed to be up here you see.
If you take me down from here my pal Duke Swift-Hands and his buddy Sir Gold Mark can explain it further to you.”

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>1994736
Help the duke see Iuvo

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>1994725
"Ehere has the Drunfson gone? I need someone to fetch me a snack..."

Find Drunf before his pinky toe gets LOPPED

>>1994733
Yep. It's Eric.
>>1994736
>>1994761
You couldn't sneak past, but you did see someone coming out of that area - a dejected-looking gambler, he told you that he'd just lost his five best slaves and all the jewelry he had on him to Iuvo.
>>1994737
For the longest time it looked like she had an interest in you - she'd put a hand over yours, smile nicely, she even bumped you under the table with her leg once - and at last, she leaned over - you closed your eyes, but she went for your ear instead, whispering "It was fun" before standing and going on her way smugly.
>>1994741
You, Seamus and Foreman, upon talking about it later, found out that your experiences were practically the same. Dejected, you drank a round of shots, coming to the conclusion that women are not to be trusted on Earth or in Hell.
>>1994746
They weren't listening - one arrow got you in the left leg, while a thrown axe lopped off your right pinkie finger!
>>1994767
Thankfully, you found Eric before things had turned too bad and convinced the other guests to let him get off the wheel.
People are starting to gather to observe something that'll be happening soon - some say Iuvo will gamble against a special guest before the crowd.

>>1994793
Have a sit, i'm exhausted

>>1994793
Go watch this gambling match.

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>1994793
Go grab some refreshments and watch the match.

Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>1994793
Challenge Yewling to a game of baccarat, honor demands it.

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>1994800
...fine. At least Drunf is more trustworthy than a woman. I'll also bet one of my legs on it.

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>1994793
Watch the match and drink obscene amounts of alcohol to drown the sorrow. Put it on Nothos tab tho.

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>>1994800
>>1994809
First round saw Eric losing half the money he had on himself.
>>1994812
>>1994799
>>1994797
You get some nice drinks and find seats close to where the match will be taking place.
>>1994795
You have a sit, you get some rest from your tiring work.


On an elevated, glass-botomed balcony overlooking most of the gambling area, a table and two chairs are set. Two boxes, each containing a pair of dice are laid on opposite sides. The crowd watches in excitement as the two gamblers approach.
On one end, wearing a sharply-tailored set of clothes, a hat atop his head, finishing a cigar, is the demon introduced by a speaker. On the other end is a familiar figure - still wearing the blue robes, recognizable by his white beard.
Iuvo turns to the guests and waves once.
"Dear guests, allow me to be the one introduce our special guest of the night - in some scriptures it is written that "You shall know them by the fruits of their labour" - and all of you know of the great mortal Kingdom of Roggar - today, on a visit to our good city, is none other than that nation's founder - Rog himself. A round of applause for the venerable gentleman!" The crowd complies quite happily.
"Rog managed to rise up to where he stands now like a true gambler - and for such a special person, I was willing to make room - we spoke at length and decided to settle a proposed deal via the fairest of all methods - the dice. The bet is a favour - agreed upon beforehand - for the one who wins."

>>1994861
"GO GET HIM ROG!"

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>1994861
Demand a rematch against Yewling, double or nothing.
“Heh, good game. But a baccarat is worthless unless you can back it up as I say.”

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>1994861
Provide moral suport for our daddy!