>>1993117
>>"I love what you've done with the place."

>>1993117
>"I love what you've done with the place."

>>1993168
"Oh, so no questions or anything, you're just the pedal to the metal kind of guy. I can respect that."

It seems you've earned a bit of favor with him. This favor has manifested as CHARISMA. You feel like you could charm the pants off any mortal being.

"Well you look like you got things under control on your end so I'll just give you the basic rundown. My name's Muhammad, and you died, tragic I know. You got hit by a truck while at the market. Actually, I think the driver was one of ours. Not a great death but I guess it could've been worse. When you died, the universe was so confused about your masculinity it ended up sending you to be my 72nd virgin. Crazy right? Anyway--"

Wait a minute, that sounded important. It's not like I'm completely hopeless am I? No I'm a man! I think. Well actually if the universe thinks I'm not what the hell does that say about me?

"--Whatever you do, Don't forget to--"

There was that one girl in high school, does that count? Look, universe, basically what I'm saying is that just because I may or may not want to be a 2d Japanese girl doesn't mean I've forsaken my manhood and that I want my purity stolen by sand Jesus. Got it? Okay, good talk.

"--And that's how it's all gonna shake down. You got it?"

"Yes." No. Oh well, it'll probably be fine.

"Do you have any last questions? Make it Snappy I've got some nurses waiting for me in the operating room."

>Any questions?

>>1993255
>not really

>>1993255
>Guess it is time to service my husband's dick Mohamedh-sama

>>1993255
>Wait, don't forget to what?

>>1993255
>Why am I not one of the truck shahid's virgins?

>>1993255
Eh fuck, it seens clear that we died, and we are in heaven.
Let's just go with the flow, not like we can change anything niw that we dead.

>>1993255
Are shiites truly crypto zoroastrianists? I suppose you should know.
Wait, that is not the most pressing matter now.
>ended up sending you to be my 72nd virgin
That is wrong, houris have no soul, they are more aking an angel or an artificial construct, they are not human, they never were. This have no sense.
I demand to speak with the demiurge this is not what I signed for.

>>1993493
"That's a good question. I don't actually entirely know, but if I had to guess I'd say virgins aren't awarded to the people that kill them to prevent animosity. We're all just here to have fun y'know?"

>>1993383
Muhammad laughs, "Oh man, I think I will miss having you around, you will always find a way to make me laugh."

>>1993330
>>1993546
>>1993355
"See you later guy."

Muhammad waves at you and snaps his fingers. Before you even realize what's happening the whole room vanishes and is replaced with a dark void. Your lungs feel like they are about to explode and your ears are ringing from the deafening silence. However, as you float there (perhaps a minute or so passed in that state), you begin to feel a sensation: the familiar tug of gravity. A noise fills your ears and your clothes flap around. Suddenly the void is gone and replaced with a wide view. Around you you see a mountain and its foothills, a lake, a forest, a field of wheat, and most worryingly of all a complete lack of ground supporting you. You're falling, and really quickly.

I wonder if he said "Don't forget to break your fall", probably should've listened huh.

You will have time to perform two actions before impacting the ground. The actions you choose will affect your adventure
Do you:

>Spread your body
>Curl into a ball
>Straighten out vertically and slightly bend your knees

>>1993688
Oh I should mention, choose one of these actions for the first action.
A second list of choices will be given depending on your answer.
Please choose only one of the three currently provided.

>>1993688
>Spread your body

>>1993688
>Spread your body

>>1993695
This

Feel the wind rushing over our balls.

>>1993688
>>Spread your body
Might as well enjoy the view while it lasts.

>>1993688
>CANNONBALL!

>>1993695
>>1993698
>>1993718
>>1993701

You spread your body and feel the wind rushing past your boys. You feel like that was an INTELLIGENT decision. However, in doing so you have reduced your reliance on LUCK.

Your descent has slowed, and you can see your surroundings better. In doing You have noticed a path carved through the woods below you. Along it there is a large pile of leaves, which you decide to aim for. You angle your body and are now extremely close to impact. At this point there are really no good choices, just deciding what part of you you want to break.

All of these choices are equal in demerit, but they will affect your capabilities in different ways. Do you break your fall with your:

>Arms?
>Legs?
>Bottom?

>>1993761
>>Bottom?

>>1993761
>Legs?
It's not like we used them much anyway

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>>1993761
>>Arms?

Ass

Like in Mario

>>1993761
>Legs?

>>1993763
>>1993789
You decide to sacrifice your booty for the greater good. You orient yourself properly at the last second and impact. It seems like only a few minutes ago that you were laying close to death on a street in your home country, and now you already re-broke your bits. But, given your experience, you make yourself calm and think rationally about your situation.

Sweet cunt socks vroom vroom holy shit this hurts!

You fall unconscious for some time.

You wake up to the sound of a woman's voice piercing your hazy thoughts. Her voice is far away at first, "E, e, desu desu?" Her voice creeps closer, and you can hear some other people with her as well. Although really you can't tell if she is closer to you or if you are simply more awake, "E, amoizhu!" You feel like somebody is touching your face. In fact, turns out she was and she pulls open your eyelid. You open your other before she does it for you.

You are surrounded by men and women in armor, although the girl who woke you up wears robes and carries bags. She looks younger than most of the armored people, but you would guess her age to be 25-30. Her hair is shoulder length and a dark color.

"Chenban, deshu?"

That... sounded like a question, I think. Oh man how hard did I hit the ground? I can't understand anything she's saying.

She turns around and is no longer speaking to you directly "Ban Deshu peyo w' Duwao enjeu." She grabs something from her bag and hands it to you, "Vumo Gujizha."

It's a hard cake of some kind. She makes a biting and chewing motion. You take the hint and bite the cake. It tastes completely bland and uninteresting, but the pain in your rectum subsides.

It's healing me... Incredible! This world has something like this? Truly I can't believe the wonder I am seei-HURK

You vomit up whatever was left in your stomach and the woman pats your back. But at least your ass doesn't hurt anymore.

And now it's time for your grand introduction. You have come to this foreign land in search of adventure and glory and not getting railed by muslim jesus!

And so, with a fitting level of confidence, you proclaim the start of your adventure!

>What are your first words to the inhabitants of this land?

>>1993940
H-hello

>point to her, then to you, then make a circle with your thumb and index finger with your left hand, and thrust the pointer finger of your right hand in and out of the other vigorously

>>1993940
strike a pose and then say "I came to party!"

>>1994016
Second

>>1994016
forget my earlier vote, I'll support this

>>1993940
"ENGLISH MOTHERFUCKER, DO YOU SPEAK IT!"

Then go on a rant about how the realism is down the drains because women never wore armour.

>>1993940
>Just... Just say hi.

>>1993940
hello

>>1994016
This

>>1994016
>>1994029
>>1994091
>>1995079
>>1994016
>>1994029
>>1994091
You make the gesture and wiggle your eyebrows suggestively.

Unfortunately (or possibly fortunately) for your desperate wang, the language barrier is too great. The gesture seems to carry meaning to her but not the meaning you intended. In fact, it's almost a more literal interpretation. She is confused at first, then she looks at her hand to try and figure out what you're saying. She gets an idea and shows you her hand. On her index finger is a ring, which she takes off and hands to you. "Vumon kobekedi moisu yensa no?"

You take it and look it over. It's very heavy and looks like gold. Engraved on its surface is what you assume to be some kind of crest. Then it starts to glow, and it gets hot.

Oh ow, that's actually really hot!

You drop the ring, which is now emitting steam, and check to see if your hand is burnt. The woman stares wide-eyed and the rest of the group shuffles around and speaks in whispers.

"Nani chenhe t' nem no?" Asks the woman. You get a sense of urgency from the question, but unfortunately you just don't know how to answer. Instead you deflect by repeating.

"Na nee... chen heh to naem no?"

She seems to realize the position you're in, and her expression changes to one of mild pity.

"Seunhe t' dutetmon tetsho peyo e..."

She points to herself and begins speaking very slowly. "He."

Then she points to you. "Chenhe."

Again to herself, "He nem Katchi."

And again to you, "Chenhe nem?"

>You heard the lady, Chenhe nem?

>>1995628
Chaz

>>1995628
>>1995685
why not

>>1995628
>>1995685

"Uhm, Chenhe nem Chaz"

I choose to believe this is an odd nickname our character has, and prefers over their real name.

>>1995685
I'm ok with this

>>1995685
>>1995697
>>1995716
>>1995785

Your lexicon has expanded! You have acquired the vocabulary:
He: Me, I
Chenhe: You
Nem: Name
-----
"He nem Chaz."

Katchi smiles and looks proud of herself. She stands and extends an arm to you. When you are fully stood, she bends her right arm at 90 degrees with her elbow facing you, fist closed and palm facing her left. She seems to want you to do the same, so you return the gesture. She pushes her forearm against yours, connecting at the elbow and fist. You exchange this gesture and names with all of the other people around. First, a tall older man with a sword named Vanrir. Next, an equally tall woman called Hflei, also wielding a sword. After, a shorter woman older than Katchi. Her name is Lelestzam. Finally, a man close to your age, with more scars marking his face than any of the others, who was named Kamyen.

"Seunhe," Katchi points to all five of them including herself, "nem Akinya t' Hfuli Do."

Vanrir speaks, "Katchi, shivi vitji. Chaz lou delis vom fot'tsi peyo no?"

"Bong eu. E, fot'chi. Chaz, vit'zhi."

Although you are left without much in the way of understanding, you can at least guess that they want you to come with them. Katchi picks up the ring before you leave, then you depart down the path with them. I'm still surprised that I'm even able to walk. I must be in a world where medicine has advanced far beyond what was on Earth, or some strange force was at work betwixt the crumbs of that tasteless confection. Actually, that gives me a thought.

"Katchi," you say.

"E, na--...?" She stops herself from responding as she normally would, realizing you wouldn't understand the conversation.

"Uh," You perform the gesture that she did when she first gave you the cake. You then hold an imaginary cake in your left hand, and point to it with your right. "Nem?"

She seems to understand what you are asking, but she makes a gesture that is unfamiliar to you. She casually takes her right hand in front of her, opens and closes it, then returns it to her side. "Jem."

"Jem?"

"Fonhe," she points to everyone including you, "nem. Vumo," she points to an invisible cake in her hand, "jem. Vumo," now showing you her medicine bag, "jem. Vumo," now a rock picked up from the path, "jem." She again points to the invisible cake, "vumo jem Dwoji."

(1/3)

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(2/3)
"Katchi, Chaz!" Hflei calls back to the two of you who have fallen behind the group. During your lesson you weren't paying attention to where you were, but now you see that just ahead is a huge gate overlooking a massive lake. Beyond the gate is a bridge which extends to an island in the lake's center. Atop the island sits a magnificent city, and in its apex a castle. Hflei points to the city, "Wanjish."

Walking along the bridge you can appreciate how large it is. The bridge is cobbled, and it is wide enough for five groups your size. There's still light in the sky, but the sunset is soon and the temperature is starting to drop. Entering the city, you begin to see signs for shops and other buildings written in a script you can't read. You stare at one in particular for a long time, just to see if you can make sense of it.

"Gujisa." Kamyen was the one who read it for you, but he's gone back to the group before you can talk to him. You return as well, and you all continue on your way. It seems you're moving toward the castle in the center of town.

(3/4)
Eventually you reach the gate of the castle, and the group are approached by the guards. "Vanrir, Hflei, mazta zesum'l deldza no?"

"Kobekedihe hwot'tze-n gemizu," replies Vanrir.

"E bong no? Bizhe!"

You enter the castle, and the guards rush forward and speak to the servants. Suddenly the interior of the castle is bustling and the group is guided to a large chamber. Within the chamber stands an imposing yet kind looking regal figure. "Kobekedi, moizha."

Hflei bows, "Hajebshia. Katchi-lo enjeu."

Katchi bows, "Hajebshia." She removes the ring from her finger and walks to you. She pulls your arm out and holds it in an outstretched position. She opens your palm and places the ring. It begins to glow and heat up like before. You try and keep it steady in your hand as long as possible but eventually you drop it from the heat.

"Hoh! Hfuli eu! Semhe hwot'tze no?" The figure looks intrigued and begins walking toward you. "E? B...b-b-banhe eu!?" He suddenly starts laughing like a madman.

"Hajebshia, Nani?" asks Katchi.

"Vumon kobekedi... Sem t' nom he vom ame ze dosu!" He continues to laugh, and so do the others, when suddenly you hear a noise you never expected to hear again. You can hear a phone ringing. The ringing sounds like it's coming from inside your head. Actually, it is.

Hello?

"Hey there man, just checkin' in on my favorite virgin."

Oh hey Muhammad.

"So what's going on in the land of the living?"

You know, this and that, learning to speak a language, getting blisters from glowing rings. The usual.

"Oh boy do I know it. Wait, what do you mean learni--"

"Chaz," It's Katchi interrupting you.

"Hold on Katchi, just give me one second I'm on the phone with Muhammad."

"E?--"

"Who's that?"

Girl who found me after I hit the ground.

"Oh for real man? Look well this explains all of it, you totally weren't listening to me. I specifically told you not to forget to ask for the power to speak the language and for a safe landing when you were in the realm of the old gods."

Alright fine you got me, any way you can help now?

"Nah man you're SOL on that front. I can tell you what they're talking about right now though. Hold on... Just gotta get into their brain, and... boom baby!"

Muhammad snickers a little bit.

What is it?

"Okay but you're not gonna like it. They're saying the ring glows when it's around someone with 'true feminine manner', basically it's how they sleuth out candidates for princesses from common folk to keep royal bloodlines from inbreeding too much. Really makes you thin--"

You hung up on Muhammad. Fuck that guy.

"Chaz!" Katchi is really trying to get your attention now. She points at the figure, "Banhe nem Viliga." She takes her hands and forms a circle, and feigns placing it on her head a couple times.

Viliga approaches you. "Chenhe t' nem nani no?"

>>1997339
Make a crown out of sticks and stuff and put it on your head like the girl asked, you would honestly prefer being Ramahamadan Jesus's cockslave bitch to this.

See if you can ring Jesus or Buddha with your mindphone, they might be able to help you out

>>1997339
its time to go, walk out of there.

Katchi interjects, "Hajebshia, banhe t' nem Chaz. Fonhe t' dutetmon tetsho peyo."

"Ah... Katchi, chenbong." He raises his hand and touches your head, and you feel a rush of warmth flow from his thumb down to your teensy toes. He speaks again, "Chaz, my name is Viliga. I don't know how much you know of our land, but it seems there's a bit of a dilemma. You see that ring? It is used to find suitable candidates for princesses. It apparently chose you."

"Don't ask why, please. Oh wait I can understand you!"

"Yes, and I you. This is a diplomacy magic skill from back in my ambassadorial days! It feels good to be using magic again. But, it will only last a few more minutes, so I have to offer you this task. As a princessorial candidate it is customary in our culture that you prove yourself a worthy princess. To do this, you must accomplish a grand goal, and you also have to speak the language. For your goal I present three choices: The first is to slay a general of the devil's armies. The second is to amass a fortune of your own making. The third is to reignite the flame of passion in the hearts of the people by your own means. Once you have completed your goal, you must return here, and you must speak in our tongue. Then we may hold a coronation. Do you understand? If so, then choose.

>I will be a hero!
>I will give wealth to the nation!
>I will inspire!
>I have a question!

>>1997386
>I can do better, I will do all 3, prepare for demon slaying idol Chaz, pyun pyun

>>1997386
>I have a question!

"What does it mean to be a princess?"

Clearly either this title means something different for them, or shapeshifting magic exists.

Also
"What would be the best way to go about learning you language?" Are there spells to obtain the translation magic permanently? Some basic children's books we can have?

>>1997386
>>I will give wealth to the nation!
And also >>1997398

>>1997398
>>1997765

"A princess is a woman who exhibits the epitome of femininity. She is everything a woman should be. At least that's the definition we've been going with, but I'm pretty sure you're not a woman."

Only 'pretty sure'?

"Perhaps you come from a culture where boys are not made properly into men."

Oi, what are you implying.

"Either way, it doesn't matter what we believed before. We trust these rings' judgments. As for our language, you will be granted tutelage under an anointed professor. Unfortunately, this kind of magic that I'm using now, it is inherently temporary, and in rare occasions can even cause brain damage."

How rare are these occasions.

"I hope that answered your questions. I must now release the spell. Please make your decision, otherwise the chance of you becoming retarded gets much higher."

>I will be a hero!
>I will give wealth to the nation!
>I will inspire!

Just as a heads up, I am considering >>1997392 a valid vote, so right now it is tied.

>>1997823
>I will give wealth to the nation!

>>1997823
Voting for either
>I will be a hero!
And/or
>I will give wealth to the nation!

>>1997392
this

just in case the fucks try to marry us to a dude we can indefinetly keep the trial going unless we choose to bitch out and stick with only one

>>1997392
Fuck it, hard mode time

>>1997823

>I will be a hero!

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>>1997392
Seems you guys are going for the badass route. I can dig it.

(1/3)
"I'll do all 3. Pyun." You make peace signs on eather side of your face to look cute.

"Huh? The spell should'nt have had that effect yet... Oh very well. The arrangements will be made." Viliga pulls his thumb from your forehead, which is punctuated by a sudden dizziness and ringing in your ears, but it looks like he has the same sensation so you don't get worked up about it. He speaks to a servant, and soon you are taken to a separate chamber. There, your measurements are taken. Afterward, the tailors leave and in comes Lelestzam. She cloes the door, and blows out all the candles aside from one, and she lights an incense. She sits across from you at a small table, and removes her face.

That's completely normal.

Her face pulls off like a mask, and the old woman you saw before is now a girl, younger than you.

"Chenhe t' memya-th." Her tone is more dismissive, and her voice is different from before as well. You also notice she has a lazy eye. She takes out a book, and sets it down in front of you. Immediately you notice the book has writing on what you would call the back cover, and none on the 'front'. You guess that it must be written from right to left, then. You open the book, and on the first page is a list. She motions for you to turn the page again.

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On the next page is two drawings, and a character to accompany them both. One is of a boy, the other a girl. She points to the boy, "Ban," then to the girl, "Sem."

You repeat her words and actions.

"Bong." Now she motions for you to turn back to the list. She points to the double claw looking thing with a line over it in the left column, "B," then to the first symbol in the right column, "a," then to the tiny thing that looks like an upside down V, "n." When pointing to the last one, she holds her right hand up and rotates it 90 degrees to your left. Then she tells you to flip back to the other page, and points to the components within the full symbol. "B, a, n. Ban." She repeats this process with "S, e, m. Sem."

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>>1998824

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Pretend I didn't just swap the order of the images in the last posts

(3/3) Next, she pulls out a blank piece of paper, and writes a character, then hands it to you. You suppose she wants you to read it. It says...

>Men
>Nem
>San
>Mas
>Bes

>>1998839
>Nem
It goes top, bottom, left, I think. The middle is an e, and the top should be an N.

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>>1998963
this

my fucking head

>>1998839
>Nem
I can dig this.

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>>1998963
>>1998987
>>1999065

"M, Bong." She seems pleased and doesn't ask you again. Next, she has you flip to the third page. It's a drawing of a tree. "Nglao." She repeats the process of showing you every part of the characters from the list on the first page. they are listed in the second picture I'm about to post as left to right in the order she reads them. "Ng," then she points to the longer symbol and makes a quick motion with her hand, then she points to the circle, "l, a, o. Nglao."

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>>1999145

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>>1999153
Afterward, it's another question. She draws this character and has you read it.

>What does it say?

>>1999159
>Bong

>>1999159
Bon

>>1999200
Ah you're right, I misunderstood the wording in >>1999145
but the two are separate. Honestly im kinda disappointed these are all single-letter characters.

>>1999200
Throwing my vote in for Bon, still kinda thrown for a loop when the shape rotates for the side, but I think it stays the same?

>>1999214
Honestly I'm fine with this level of difficulty for the moment. Once we get to sentences I think I'll be glad the characters are all one letter. Assuming they stay this way.

>>1999200
going with bon too

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>>1999168
"An, Bong." She points again to the first two characters. First to the smaller character, "Ng." Then, to the longer character, and she repeats the quick hand motion.

"E..." She grabs the book from you and finds another page. She shows it to you, it's a blob of red. Beneath it is drawn an apple and a rose. "Hfuli." She points to the upside-down u, "h," then to the long character beneath it and does the same quick hand motion. It seems she's more concerned about getting you to understand that specific character.

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>>1999471
She then shows you this, and seems to be testing your understanding.

>What does it say?

If the message isn't really getting across I'll let you phone a friend

>>1999543
H-Silent
F-Silent
L, E
I?

Hflei?

>>1999676
Silent as in, I think that main symbol underneath is just used to show there's nothing else to be pronounced after the symbol above it?

>>1999676
"Hflei?" you ask.

"E, Bong eu!" She seems satisfied for now and takes back the book. A long time has passed during your lesson, and she leaves, sparing you verbal communication but giving a final smile. One of the servants enters and gets your attention, beckoning you to follow. They lead you to a luxurious looking room. Inside is a large bed, a night table, an armoire, and a desk. Inside the armoire is a nightgown, and the servant seems to be motioning for you to try it on. It's definitely made for a woman by how it looks, but it actually fits you perfectly. You wonder if this was made specifically for you, after all you were measured earlier.

You know, in the privacy of my own room I don't think I mind cross dressing. It doesn't matter if you're a boy or a girl when something's this comfortable.

You flash the servant a double thumbs up. She checks over her shoulder, then gives you a subtle fonzie and walks away.

There's nothing further for you to do tonight. As you're crawling into bed you get a call on your brainophone. Do you:

>Answer it
>Let it go to thoughtmail

>>2000807
Answer it.

>>2000807
>>Answer it

>>2000827
Hello?

The voice on the other end coughs and sputters out his first words,

"Oh hey child how's it going.

May I ask who's calling?

"Hey come on don't be like that. You've known me your whole life, cause I always been witchu."

...Hi Jesus.

"I knew you'd let me into your heart dude. Okay anyway I am glad I got a hold of you, listen I don't know if you realize this but you kinda hurt Muhammad earlier. I know it doesn't seem like hanging up on someone is anything more than a little rude but you gotta realize he doesn't have a lotta people he can talk to."

Big J pauses and you hear something bubbling.

"I mean sure he's got a lot of fans but almost all of them are pretty obsessive so he doesn't really get to talk to people in a normal way. I know he comes on strong but if you ask me I think you should call him up and apologize when you get the chance."

Okay I'll keep that in mind.

"Oh just so you know I am able to hear everything you think and I know you're thinking right now that you're gonna brush him off, but I also know that you secretly like the idea of being a cute girl so you can't stay mad at him for too long for poking fun at you. Anyway I'll catch you later, keep it chill little man."

He hangs up before you get a rebut.

Fair enough. Tomorrow is when things will get interesting. I wonder if I'll be able to explore the city and learn about the culture here? I wonder if I will interact more with Katchi, Vanrir, Hflei, and Kamyen? I think Lelestzam is my official tutor, but it's so hard to tell when I only know a few words. Maybe I really took my language for granted back home. Well I think that's normal, now all I can do is work hard to prove my worth as a princess.

You retire to your dreams for the night.

This is one strange quest, story and mechanics wise

>>2001098
>you secretly like the idea of being a cute girl
this is getting weird

>>2001318
I'm trying. Actually in regards to mechanics, I was wondering what the general opinion would be regarding some kind of kept lexicon. I'm not going to be providing translations, as the entire point of the quest is to almost treat the language as a sort of puzzle. As you progress, the grammar used will be more complex, and take a more refined understanding of the vocabulary and structure. However, I understand that it's unreasonable to think the participants will actually learn or memorize the language, and it's also an environment that's hostile to new players in later threads, so I was wondering what kind of tools the players might want in order to give them a better way of keeping track of what they've learned?

My initial thought was a google sheet, but I also want something that individual players can modify and that can be shared among players as they discuss nuances and try to suss out meaning from the language used, which will be necessary as simply using a tutor character who serves as a glorified pirated copy of Rosetta stone can only supply limited vocabulary. Also teaching grammar by describing characters doing silly things with their hands is nigh impossible.

I also want to have an updatable reference page with the script on it, so that rather than memorizing all 28 variations of consonant radicals and the 7 vowels, you can refer to the sheet to romanize them (after you've learned them of course).

I don't really know what the best tools for that would be, let me know if any of you have a preference or suggestion.

>>2001330
It was never not weird.

>>2001422
A google doc that can be edited by the players sounds like the best idea. I think something like that exists anyway.

Admittedly I wasn't sure if the "You were so non-manly you were mistaken as one of the 72 virgins" line was supposed to be a joke or a theme, asking what the title of princess meant I was expecting it to be revealed as non-gender-specific title. Now I'm not sure if we're going to end up transformed into a cute girl or not. Regardless, this story is interesting and I like the translation mechanic, so I'll be following along as best I can. The whole "MC might want to be transformed into a cute girl" and the "Mental phonecalls from various deities" thing might ward away some players though, but I'm not sure. As long as the mental phonecalls are just occasional jokes and don't really directly influence the plot, I'm fine with them, and the "be the little girl" option is popular enough on /cyoag/ that I think it's kind of funny to see it in a character of an isekai.

>>2001447
I'll avoid speaking to exactly what I have planned regarding the mc's masculinity but it's really more or less a running gag. The mental phone calls are going to be relatively few and far between. They're meant to give players some dialogue to read in a language that I have better control over, and wherein humor is more appreciable. Also to punctuate significant progress. It's kind of like how the texts worked in steins;gate. Not directly relevant but they serve a purpose. I may also use dialogue choices in these brain calls to affect stats, keeping in theme with how I did char-gen but I haven't really decided on that yet.

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You are awoken the following day by the same servant girl who showed you your room. She rings a bell, "Hajebshia, amoizhu."

"Good morning," You say to her. She returns you a small laugh and scratches her head before bowing and taking her leave. You begin your quest of looking for the bathroom. The castle in which you spent the night is very large. You begin to draw out a mental map of it. There is a central courtyard just outside the chamber where you spoke to Viliga. Standing in the center is a statue of a woman and a man dancing atop a fountain. You notice there are many coins within the fountain. The courtyard has four doors, one on each cardinal that lead to a banquet hall, a library, and secondary quartership. There is writing carved into the wall above each door. Pic related shows top to bottom in same respective order. You start by

>Examining coins
>Exploring Banquet hall
>Exploring Library
>Exploring Quartership

>>2002254
>Examining coins

>>2002254
>>Examining coins

>>2002254
>Examining coins

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>>2002254
>Examining coins

This quest. A trap MC and a language barrier. I can't ask for anything more. Let's be the best princess

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Whole bunch of curious calhouns today
>>2002304
>>2002353
>>2002392
>>2002482

You try to see the coins from where you are, but the rippling water makes it difficult to see details. You reach in and grab a handful, but as you're taking them out you hear someone.

"Chaz, Gailen kulkul!" Katchi runs toward you and slaps your hand, forcing you to drop the coins back into the fountain. Immediately after, her face turns red. "E... d-dadadada... da... da... eu." She starts prostrating herself, bowing over and over "Hajebshia, tubuzha! 'Hajebshia, gailen kulkul' tet'tza chenhe loe, tubuzha! Tubuzha!"

You just throw up your arms and look around. You spot the same servant girl from earlier from behind Katchi, standing in the doorway to the quartership. She makes the gesture that you were shown as a greeting the previous day, and taps her elbow with her left hand. She nods toward you and you make the gesture. Katchi sees you, then stops bowing and repeating "Tabuzha!", much to your relief. When you look back, the servant girl is gone.

Katchi catches her breath and gives a big sigh, then regains her composure. She points at the fountain, "Meunkesh" then she drags her finger from the fountain to herself a few times, "gilli," then she points at the coins, "kedi," then she imitates you taking the coins from the foutain, "yusha peyo."

You exaggeratedly speak slowly, "Talking slow and loud makes me know the language more."

That'll show her.

She just looks at you confused, then runs off in her sleepwear, and returns with a handful of coins. "Vumo moizhu." See pic related.

Next, with Katchi in your party, you decide to explore the

>Banquet hall
>Library
>Quartership

>>2002549
>Quartership
Lets meet some new friends

>>2002549
>>Banquet hall

>>2002549

>Banquet hall

>>1999464
>I was right by mistake

>>2002549
Now seriously though, did you invent a language for the sake of this quest or did you just find and learn some really obscure farawayistan language?

Because I'm not quite yet sure whether I should shake my head at or be impressed by such amazing level of autism of either option.

>>2002549
>Library
I know we can't read most of the books, but it might be interesting if we could find any text in our own language. We might not be the first one isekai'd here.

>>2002848
If I recall the discord right OP studies languages and conlan at university so I'm fairly certain it's an entirely constructed language.

>>2002848
The former.

>>2003980
I don't study either of those but it is entirely constructed

>>2002554
>>2002556
In the banquet hall some staff are making preparations for today's breakfast. They are busy setting the long table, and you can hear clangs from the kitchen, wherever that is. You search around for the kitchen and find the entrance. You observe the staff making some sort of thick porridge from small grains, they also chop unfamiliar fruits to add. Walking around the kitchen, Katchi points out various items and tells you their name. A cooking pot is "Lenbeu." A cutting knife is "Presheu." A "Jupa" is a stirring spoon, while a spoon you would use for eating is a "Gapa." You are shown several fruits that you have never seen before. The first is the size of a grapefruit, but posesses a black skin like a plum that surrounds another peel, also black. The inside has a solid fruit surrounding a pit like a peach, in a green color. They show you how it is used, by taking a spoon and scooping a small amount from near the edge. To your surprise, it is stringy, like the interior of a pumpkin. Alone the interior's taste is subdued and slightly bitter, but when the stringy interior is wrapped in a strip of the outer skin, it comes to life as something between a kiwi and a cherry's flavor. It took you a while to figure out that Katchi wasn't talking about herself in reference to this fruit, and that is also named Katchi. Another fruit, called faio, is a reddish thumb sized cylinder, with rounded ends. It's tough and chewy like a fig or a date, but tastes a little minty. It complements the Katchi very well. They don't let you taste the porridge itself yet, but you're getting sick of tasting their food and doing no helping, so you look around and spot an apron hanging. You grab it and get to work.

One thing people don't realize about NEETs, is that to survive with minimal exercise and maintain a healthy weight, you have to learn how to cook and keep a healthy diet on the cheap.

I'm sure this won't be my best work given my unfamiliarity with the ingredients, but I'm going to try and repay these people for their hospitality with every beat of my heart.

(1/2)

(2/3 I can't do math)

You saw enough of how the servants prepared the food to know the basic steps, so you grab a pan for every servant you've seen so far, six that you know of, and you double that number just to be safe. Luckily, the kitchen is large enough that you have room to do this. Since the steps are easy and you'll only need one full katchi, you can prepare the food in a line. You check to see if there are enough bowls and cutlery for the end result, and there are. You fill the pans with some water and a bit of cream, then you light the fire under each pan with about thirty seconds between them. Between lighting them, you cut open a katchi bit by bit, then set it aside after lighting the fourth fire. Once all twelve are lit, you go back to the start, and add the grain. The most difficult part was keeping an eye on all twelve and stirring them when they needed it to prevent them burning to the pans, but you overcame that trial. Next, you emptied each pan into a bowl, and stirred in the katchi and chopped faio. The porridge is topped with strips of katchi skin. You haven't paid attention to anybody around you, but now you see they're all bewildered at your actions. You give them a smile and a thumbs up.

"Semhe hrelao sem t' nom enjeu eu." Says one of the servants.

"E, semhe mazta dukle hagjitzo no..." Says another.

Katchi speaks, "M, chenhe loe hagjitzo f' atasu."

The servants exchange glances, and say "Killin!" in unison. They bow to you and say "Hajebshia, venbimija."

You smile again, "You're welcome."

You help them to set the table, then they lead you back to the tailor's workroom where you were measured before. There is the helpful servant girl who helped you with your Katchi situation earlier. She takes you back and shows you a wardrobe. Within is an assortment of clothes for you to choose from. You're in the process of trying each on. It seems they were all at least partially inspired by the tracksuit you were wearing when you first came into this world, but they still have an air of aristocracy that must come from personally tailored fantasy world clothing. They all vary in style, ranging from full suit to an exposed midriff with a single-shoulder cape. It looks like many tailors have created them, and not all of them got the memo that you're male. Although, thinking about it, if you were a tailor and you were asked to make clothes for the new princess, you doubt you'd make mens' clothing either. However, one piece stands out to you. It's much more similar to your tracksuit than the others with just enough flair to make it appropriate for an adventure, and for some reason it just reminds you of home.

(3/3)

"Hajebshia, He kiro hagjitzo," says the girl. She makes peace signs on either side of her face, "pyun."

A maid just made a pose and a cute noise for me. It's times like these where I know I am a man at heart, no matter what the dumbass universe or my manlet body says. This urge to protect that smile. that is real.

"Chenhe nem?" You ask her.

"Tits."

Okay, well, different cultures.

You decide to call her Ti. You put on the outfit you liked most and left with her back to the dining hall. Viliga, the rest of the party from yesterday, the full staff of eight, Ti, and you all sit at the long table and enjoy the breakfast. Afterward, everybody thanks you (at least you think it's a thank you) and the two servants who were in the kitchen earlier, by saying "Hajebshia, He bong gujitza. Venbimija." The only person not to address you with "Hajebshia" was Viliga.

There are now two areas remaining in the castle. Which do you explore?

>The library
>The quartership

>>2004760
>library.
i want too see a cute megane

>>2004801
I second this motion.

>>2004801
might as well

>>2004760
>The library

>>2004801
>>2004855
>>2004858
>>2004869
Hey guys
Im in the middle of writing but my computer seems to have suddenly decided it wants to post forever.

I'm going to troubleshoot but for now don't expect another update tonight.

PC will be up and running again tomorrow. My OS drive is dead. I'll work on the lexicon sheet in the meantime

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I'm back. Lexicon will be live tomorrow. More details coming

>>2004801
>>2004855
>>2004858
>>2004869
You find your way into the library. Inside is Kamyen of all people, staring intently at a book, spectacles on. However, he noticed you enter.

"Dumemyamai." He says.

"Dumemyamai?"

"Dumemyamai." He repeats it, this time making a circular motion with his hand all around.

"Oh. Dumemyamai. Of course."

He sighs and sits back, closing the book he was reading, and gesturing toward the chair beside him.

"Zho."

You sit, and he holds the book in his hand, "Ya."

He sets the book down between the two of you, and opens to a page somewhere in the middle of the book. This book is much more dense than the others you've seen so far. The characters are printed just larger than twelve point, and arranged in short rows. The short four lines are accompanied by a print. He is focused on reading, and you aren't. You sit awkwardly and just look around as you kick your legs in the chair. Kamyen notices your lack of reading and adjusts his position. He clears his throat to get your attention, and begins reading.

"Fonhe, kayohifasan enjeu,
N' he t' nom do loe fasanso.
Dohe hwot'tze-n gegesu f' tet'tza, Bancheu.
Chenhe n' he t' do pelriman no?"

The way he said the words, even though you couldn't understand them, there was an intent in his speech. The rhythm of his reading was organized, and there were rhymes. This was a poem, not just any passage. He is still for a short while after finishing, not making eye contact. Then, he closes the book, stands, and walks out of the library, leaving you to your own devices. You may

>Search the library
>Explore the quartership

>>2012781
>Search the library

>>2012781
>Search the library

>>2012936
this

>>2012781
Search the library

(this quest is awesome by the way OP, I love the conlang learning puzzle)

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>>2012868
>>2012936
>>2013136
>>2014064
You search the library, although not sure what for. There are thousands of books, arranged in a way you don't understand. The shelves stack easily twenty feet above you, and there isn't a space unfilled. You open a few books, and they seem to be organized by contents. Books of what you think is poetry are grouped together, and other forms of formatting are found in groups as well. There are books in languages and writing that you recognize even less than the one you currently don't speak. You take your time when searching, and notice a few interesting things. There is a lone pedestal that stands in the back of the library. It is very intricate, with many carvings along its surface depicting hundreds of women. In the center it has a small divot, with a cylinder no wider than your finger protruding. There is a locked door nearby, and an entrance to one of the turrets. From the top of the tight spiral staircase is an incredible view of the surrounding city and the lake beyond it. You can see many people. The way it all looks from up here, the society seems the same as yours. There are no neon lights or cars or subway trains, but the people are the same. You return to the courtyard, the library holds nothing else of interest at the moment. However it may be worthwhile to return in possession of a certain item.

With only the quartership remaining, and your bladder filling with every passing second, you begin searching for any indication of a restroom. The quartership is large, and can accommodate far more people than you’ve seen inside the castle at any one time. Each door has a chalkboard beside it, and there are currently 13 of which have writing. One other has significantly more on it than writing. This particular chalkboard is outfitted with drawings of flowers, and a sun. There is also a crude drawing of a face with peace signs either side. This must be Ti’s room. The door is actually cracked open. Whether or not you push it open is a matter of guts… One might say a test of your CHARacter. Do you:

>Roll 1d100+5 with a chance of penalty
>Ignore the opportunity, you don’t want to be rude.

>>2014968
Ignore

>>2014968
>Roll 1d100+5 with a chance of penalty

>>2014968
Roll 1d100+5 and go in

>>2015153
If she is changing or something, we need to make sure to scream kyaaaa! and cover our eyes with our hands while barely peeking through our fingers

>>2015135
>>2015153
Bold and brash my friends.

First roll gets it

Rolled 16 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2015174
BOOYAH!

>>2015175
Welp, rip us. Maybe we can convince her a half open door is a sign of wanting visitors in our world

>>2015175
As you are slowly pushing the door open, it gives a slight creak. Ti turns around and makes eye contact with you through the crack. Your nerves cause you to lose your balance and fall forward.

Okay, time for plan B then.

"Kyaaaa!" You scream, covering your eyes and peeking through. However, Ti is doing nothing even remotely close to risque, and is in fact fully clothed, organizing some kind of bound papers. Or at least, she would be if she weren't completely focused on you. She's more confused than anything.

"Hajebshia... Dugailen no?"

You briskly stand up and brush yourself off.

"Don't mind me Ti, just uh, checking in. I'll need those papers on my desk by Saturday. Well, back to it. Pyun." You give her a salute and turn around.

"Banhe hrelao dugailen..."

You leave and she returns to her busy work. You feel like Ti will remember this. Or maybe it will now be forever memorialized on her chalkboard.

You're back to wandering the quartership. You peek into a few of the unoccupied rooms. They're completely empty aside from a bed, a night stand, and a wardrobe. The bed dressings are all neatly folded in the base of the wardrobe, and everything else is empty. From what you saw of Ti's room, it seems like they have a great deal of control over their own space. Servitude seems like it must be viewed slightly differently within the culture from your own world. And finally, within the farthest reaches of the hall, there is a glimmer of hope. Two unmarked doors stand side by side. You open the one on the left. It's a bathroom. The floor is tiled, and there are multiple stalls. However, the bathroom shares one key difference to the ones you knew: the toilets.

These toilets are unlike anything you've seen. It's ceramic, white, and shiny, but it has no bowl. Rather than that, it has a chamber. The opening is shaped somewhat like a bicycle seat, and amazingly the whole bathroom doesn't stink. The toilets must be well taken care of. You relieve yourself and return to the courtyard. There, you find a full party of adventurers. They stand talking around Viliga, but they stop when you come closer. Hflei speaks to you. "Fonhe Wanjish bise. Telzibamai fot'si."

They walk you out of the castle and into the city.

Next part coming tomorrow. I'm bound to royally fuck up the stats card when I'm tired, and that's a little bit of a bigger deal than some (totally not) gay poetry.

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You are escorted through the busy city. It's late morning, and there are far more people than last evening, although to your surprise Viliga accompanying you doesn't seem to draw any eyes. Either people don't know who he is, or he comes to the city often. You are led to a large building. Many people wearing various fantasy clothes come and go from within it. Inside there are quite a few tables, with parties sat around them eating and drinking. Inside, Viliga takes your hand gently and walks you to a counter. Along the way people stare at you, although you're not sure why. You are a bit embarrassed by it.

At the counter the attendant smiles. "Hajebshia, nani he t' kemyu no?"

Viliga smiles back, "Vumon sem pashidzho sho no?"

"Om!" She reaches beneath her counter and pulls out a strange looking device. "Vuko kobe njijizhu." Viliga places your hand on the device, and it begins writing something onto a piece of paper beneath it. When it has finished, the attendant takes the slip of paper and looks it over. She smiles and hands it to you. "Chenhe bong kayana enseu eu!"

"Venbimija, Beioni." Says Viliga. He then rings a bell, getting everybody's attention. "Zheunhe, nani-f tetsa yensa. Vit'tzido, he t' kemyujama vumon sem gegetzu. Semhe kovet sem t' nomhe!" He grabs your hand and raises it in the air with his. Everybody in the hall was already staring at you, but now they begin cheering as well. You catch yourself blushing at the attention. "Vuzdo he bontos hinsa eu!" Music begins playing as everyone in the room cheers again and raises their mug. "Semhe t' nem, Chaz!"

The room shouts your name. "Chaz! Hajebshia, hajebshia, hajebshia!" Eventually the excitement dies down and you are taken back to the castle. After returning, the party splits, and they seem to be waiting for you to decide who to go with. Hflei and Vanrir are together. You guess they are going to train. Kamyen is on his way to the library, Lelestzam is on her way to the study, and Katchi heads toward the dining hall. Ti stands at the entrance to the quartership.

Who do you go with?
>Hflei and Vanrir
>Kamyen
>Lelestzam
>Katchi
>Ti

>>2016866
Ti I guess.

>>2016866
>Titi

>>2016866
>Ti

Lexicon sheet is now live but I can't post it here because anti-spam feels like fisting me today. It will probably go in next OP.

>>2017623
>>2017972
>>2018279
You salute the remaining party members, and decide to hang out with Ti. She leads you to her room. There, she has a number of effects sitting around. The bound papers you saw earler are nowhere to be seen, but that seemed like private business anyway. She motions for you to sit on her bed. You sit and watch her. She goes to her desk and retrieves a wooden box. The box is small. You assume it to be a jewelry box based on its size, but she sets it down and opens it. She begins looking for something, while from the box comes music. But unlike a music box, the box is playing music as if it were a recording. Orchestral music swells from the box's interior with no indication of moving parts, and it's certainly too small to be a grammophone. The nature of the box surprises you, because until this point every indication you had seen had told you that this society was pre-industrial.

Ti finds what she's looking for, a brush and comb. When she sees your confused expression she sets down the brush and picks up the box again. "Reremami moitza enseu peyo no?"

You shrug.

"E, chenhe dukle medmayase enseu eu..."

She sets the box down, grabs the brush, and climbs on the bed behind you. Your hair isn't radically long. Maybe a bit long for a guy, but nothing really abnormal. However, it's still long enough for Ti to get in there with the brush. She pulls it through your hair, and those strange little chills walk down from the nape of your neck. You realize what's going on, and you feel like complaining about it, but you can't deny how good it actually feels. You're very relaxed.

Screw it, I'm a god damn princess, and I'm gonna have my hair done.

(1/2)

(2/2)

Perhaps unsurprisingly, you don't recognize the music at all. The melody is completely different from any you've heard before, and the composition of the orchestra doesn't quite sound like the strings, horns, and woodwinds you knew.

"He medmaso f' heso na... Chenhe vom tetsho f' atasu. Anbuyi enseu, chenhe of gilli fal'tzo. Bong w' an f' hesho peyo na, of t' -thezh enseu f' atasu jesi." She giggles as she pulls your hair straight. This goes on for quite a while, you simply listening to her speak as she works on your hair. The musical box is not actually playing a recording, you determine. It turns out, as you discover while listening, that between pieces people are talking, and it sounds like a talk show. Well, it is. The box is a radio, tuned to a station. After a while Ti changes the station via a knob you didn't see before. It surfs across static, briefly passing over operating frequencies every few seconds. The station she finally chooses plays something that sounds a bit more poppy. The balance of sounds isn't natural, a single voice floats well above the instrumental. This music has been mixed and mastered. This confuses you even more as to the nature of the culture and world you have found yourself in.

Later, Ti runs out of things to say and finishes with your hair. She shows you in her mirror. Your hair has intricate braids around your crown now, and it no longer hangs and irritates your face. You give her the elbow forearm fist gesture as a substitute for a thank you. She gets the message, curtsies, and you leave.

You begin to realize that Ti might be the best resource for understanding contemporary culture and practical language skills

You have enough time left in the day for another interaction. You choose to go see

>Vanrir and Hflei
>Kamyen
>Lelestzam
>Katchi

>>2018567
>Vanrir and Hflei
Might as well go for the pair

>>2018567
>Vanrir and Hflei

Update will be out ~5:00-30 today. Sorry for being slow. In the mean time I've finished the lexicon sheet. Use this form: ( https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSfUUhiFOPSrK2x_VBdncqEYOlNVrT3hqVzEq2sDYods5MPNZg/viewform?usp=sf_link ) to submit definitions for words if you think you know it. Here's the sheet that form fills: ( https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1hg0e7blcaJvL70m3uxC5BcVl43Xh-dbWw3vpR6Dd1Bc/edit?usp=sharing )

>>2019226
This is the coolest quest I've seen in a while, do we have some discord or something for discussion too?

>>2020019
I don't know if many people would join, but I just made a discord server: https://discord.gg/nGNBqJ

>>2018596
>>2018684

You walk the direction you saw the pair of knights go earlier. You have a somewhat difficult time finding them, but you soon come across a section of the castle you were previously unaware of. This area is found to the east of Viliga's chamber through a door opposite the study. On the other side of this door is a training area. Hflei and Vanrir are sparring with wooden swords. Their movements are quick and deft yet have a huge amount of force behind them. Neither seems to be able to land a hit on the other. They notice you after a few seconds and cease the match.

The two bow to you. "Hajebshia", they say in unison.

You give them the fist arm thing. The two seem satisfied and get you a wooden sword as well. Hflei sits out, and Vanrir takes a stance against you. You ready your dramatic stance as well, and pull your hand over your eye.

"What a fool you are to challenge me Vanrir… 我が名はチャズミン! The princess from another world who subsided on willpower alone and died a gruesome death, only to outsmart the fate the gods lay before him and come alive again in this one... Heh, it's nothing perso--"

A rush of air takes the remaining words away from you. Before you could react, Vanrir's sword was situated directly aside your head, stopped less than a centimeter away.

You dejectedly drop your chuuni stance and hand back the sword, but to your surprise he pushes the sword back to you. "Fonhe medmayase, jes gilli." They take you to the back of the room and sit on their knees, backs straight. You imitate their posture, and they nod at you. Hflei grabs her sword. "Nana," then balances it horizontally on her finger, "Kayanaso." You try to find the balance point along it. It lay just between the blade and the hilt. Hflei and Vanrir sit with their swords balanced and still on their fingers. You place it on your finger and try to balance it as long as you can. The wooden sword is dense and heavy, and it soon gets the better of your endurance. The other two have still not moved an inch. You begin to stand, but a practice sword soon sits over your lap. It seems they want you to stay. So, you do. You balance the sword on your other finger and hold it as long as you can, and you alternate between the two many times. Over the course of the time you are there, neither Vanrir nor Hflei drop their swords or switch hands.

They stand at the same time after a while has passed. Your arms hurt, very badly, but you somehow feel like you learned something. Although you didn’t learn any language, you realize Hflei and Vanrir will be the best resource for you to grow your body.

You don’t have time for anything further tonight. You follow to the dining area, enjoy dinner, and retire to your chamber for the night.