>>2333884

>Perhaps a stroll would be nice. There is always somewhere to go after all.

Forget the gas, let's go for a jaunt.

>>2333884
>You think you would like to have another adventure. Its been a while since you have had one of those, though you fear you have outgrown them in your seniority

>>2333884
>You think you would like to check on Lucy

>>2333903
>>2333901
>>2333899
Ill wait 15 minutes for more responses, if no tie breaker emerges I will roll for it.

>>2333884
>You think you would like to check on Lucy
I'm curious about who Lucy is.

Rolled 43 + 1 (1d100 + 1)

>>2333910
>>2333903
Calling it. Writing

>>2333910
Probably short for Lucifer

>>2333919
All your thoughts of creating life recently have you thinking back to simpler days. With a huff you stand from your chair and will the empty doorway across from your desk to open and passing through, robes trailing behind. You dredge up old memories of Lucy, both to remind yourself of the state you had left her, and to enjoy those precious thoughts.

You remember having a humanist phase a few millennia ago, and desiring some company went to work on making some. Your first dozen or so attempts were utter rubbish. Most of those first experiments amounted to little more than screaming soul-less flesh and a few poorly coagulated flesh golems, but you had eternity to hone the craft and infinity to take inspiration from.

You remember fondly the various iterations that had preceded Lucy as you lovingly call her, had gone through. At some point you had sat down to study the wall of grey souls more closely and learn proper soul craft, spent time across a few habitable crystal spheres looking for desirable traits, and gathered some proper inspiration from various esoteric pieces of human art you had gathered across your age. You had many triflings with less human companions, but you really could never get over the unfamiliarity. You could change just about anything about yourself on a whim, but some niggling piece of your humanity had been rendered immutable by the ritual it seems, and so your preferences remained.

Your bare feet stride softly across the floor, some manner of pleasant stone from some odd place or another. You decided your vacation home would be best made of it and you smile as it crinkles pleasantly under your feet as you walk to Lucys studio. Standing at the transparent door you hesitate to reach out. It has been an eon since you last put her back together. Keeping a soul for a while is easy, making it whole when time has turned it threadbare is hard, as such you had long ago decided to keep her in stasis when you didn't have some plan for her. That aside, you are pretty sure you put her back together properly the last time you brought her out. Another errant fraction of a thought crosses your mind and you consider how warped your morality had become. You dispel it easily you...

>Had always been a warped individual. The ritual you performed required walking upon mountains of corpses and spilling oceans of blood.

>Had reclaimed your sanity some time ago, quite an easy task. A few millennia of meditation and attuning yourself to a less monstrous personality was worth the effort.

>Had walked the path of balance. The ritual required more of you than base slaughter, more than willful altruism, more than a steady hand and rote memorization. You never did anything without a reason good enough to serve yourself.

>Write In

>>2333942
>>Had walked the path of balance. The ritual required more of you than base slaughter, more than willful altruism, more than a steady hand and rote memorization. You never did anything without a reason good enough to serve yourself.

>>2333942
>>Had walked the path of balance. The ritual required more of you than base slaughter, more than willful altruism, more than a steady hand and rote memorization. You never did anything without a reason good enough to serve yourself.

>>2333942

>>2333945
>>2333944
Not sure what >>2333948
voted but I think this would be best for what I have planned anyway.

>Balance. You were beyond good and evil before, and now also after.

You smirk. Morality was such a fragile concept from where you stood, so close to the pinnacle of power. It had no sway upon you in your mortal state, and would have none now that you had become greater. You remember every man, woman, child, and beast that died for your ritual. You remember the devils you chained and the Angels whose souls you sacrificed. You remember it all, that long gone trial to be what you are. And you do not regret it. Not because they deserved to die, and not because you deserved to rise, but because this was the way it was meant to be. That sphere would not have survived your transformation anyway. You would not lose sleep for the doomed. Likewise you thought yourself kind to a point, for you could be cruel but refrained.What good would it serve to torture or to maim if you could obtain no pleasure from it? Some things had long ago faded from you, and chief among them was the desire to control. You had reached the hard limit on such things after all. How much could you want to harm when you could strangle the soul of any god with ease? Why would you bend the knee to heal a single sick dog, if with a wave of your hand the concept of disease would shrivel and die? No, neither would be good. Non-interference. A cold distance, a balance of good and of evil. Besides, this is what Lucy was for. When the urge struck to be close with someone, you could always find her... Oh.

You flush with annoyance. Again you had drifted into old thoughts. Something which had begun to happen more regularly these past few months. Some internal cycle of functions? You consider adjusting your own mind again but refrain. Too risky.

You stare through the clear surface of the door into the room beyond, Lucy sits at her easel, pallet in hand and surrounded by inspiration.

You consider again how you last left her.

>You had spent a few intermittent lifetimes raising her like a daughter, lots of small mistakes carefully crafted to make her a more genuine person. She remembers a fraction of a fraction of her ancient nature. Mostly manifesting as nightmares, and serving to bond the two of you more deeply.

>You had decided that she would be your wife and accompany you on your last adventure. You remember she and you had quite a bit of fun running a nation together and enjoying the small parts of mortal life.

>You had considered coldly using her in an immortality experiment to investigate the ravages of time on a psyche. This required you restore to her all the past lifetimes you had spent together. She was quite a strange being now, and wary. The damage of so much time is hard to reconcile with her poor mortal mind.

>(Write in)

Lastly, you consider what form you should take to greet her this time.

>Write in appearance

>>2333965
>>You had decided that she would be your wife and accompany you on your last adventure. You remember she and you had quite a bit of fun running a nation together and enjoying the small parts of mortal life.

>>2333965
>You had decided that she would be your wife and accompany you on your last adventure. You remember she and you had quite a bit of fun running a nation together and enjoying the small parts of mortal life.

>>2333971
>>2333967

Ill wait another 10 minutes to see if there is any interest in write-ins or vote swinging.

In the mean time, any suggestions for appearance or should I roll something up?

>>2333975
No appearance, slime girl

>>2333975
Do a roll

>>2333980
>>2333977
Oh hell, are you cheeky little shits my only players? Thought there were other IDs farther up.

So incorporeal/no form for yourself, and unless you two reach an agreement on Lucy Ill roll between rolling up a random appearance for her and making her a slime.

Normally Id veto the slime thing just because its contradicting my plans, but what the hell I can make it work if need be.

Rolled 2 + 1 (1d2 + 1)

>>2333983

>>2333977
Long had been the years you had spent trying to make a proper form for Lucy. For a long time you had contented yourself to simply mold her into someone new whenever her form bored you or failed to suit your ever changing fancy. However, as you now remember, you had a rather clever decision at one point. You had decided to remove her fragile soul and bind her to a slimeform of your own design. This form had managed to keep your interest for a long time now, so as far as you care it was a success. You had given her a rather impressive suite of mimicry tools, texture, color, even smell, a thought to manipulate and it was so. Fitting that a man who could have anything would have a woman who could become anything.

You look again into her studio, she had reverted nearly to her nakedness, little more than the vague outline of a woman wrapped around her stool, shining opaque liquid, thin tendrils covered in paint frozen mid swipe upon the canvas. You remember how much enjoyment you had when you last brought her out. The two of you had spent the better part of a hundred years on a colorful planet of bio-luminescence and shadowy moons, it had awakened some creative spark in her since then and she had painted everywhere you two went before you settled down in the shade of a pretty mountain at the edge of the world. Of course she had learned to paint many times, but in this lifetime you think she had really come into her own. One of these more recent works was fit to even make it into your own private gallery. You smile thoughtfully, putting your hand against the glass. She was still here waiting, just like she had been the last hundred times, just as she would be the next hundred. It warmed your cold heart some small measure to take these moments away from study to think. Not much, but some.

Your thoughts turn again to what you will do to refresh your thoughts and dispel some boredom.

>Take Lucy out of Stasis and do something together (Write in)

>Take a Stroll

>You think you would like to have another adventure. Its been a while since you have had one of those, though you fear you have outgrown them in your seniority.

>Reminisce (Write in)

>Other (Write in)

>>2334013
>You think you would like to have another adventure. Its been a while since you have had one of those, though you fear you have outgrown them in your seniority.

Will you present us with options/genres to adventure into?

>>2334031
Yep. No (write in) next to that one. Might as well point out it was intentional.

>>2334013
>Take Lucy out of Stasis and paint with her

>>2334013
>>You think you would like to have another adventure. Its been a while since you have had one of those, though you fear you have outgrown them in your seniority.
Is time travel possible?

>>2334013
>You think you would like to have another adventure. Its been a while since you have had one of those, though you fear you have outgrown them in your seniority.

>Other (Write in)

While many of your adventures have been refreshing, there is always an element that is lacking. Even when you seek out a suitable hero, and take on a role akin to a mentor or companion, the sense of strife is non-existent.
Perhaps it has finally come the time to look for a being who could strive towards the same pinnacle of power you had? To foster and nurture them towards taking the same path you did? To let them taste that same power that you had first attained so long ago, and then to wrest it away once they were at the pinnacle of attaining that same might. Confronting that student, and forcing them into a battle of wills to determine if they could let you experience that which you had long ago thought was beyond you - fear.
Certainly, it would be cruel to the would-be student, but wasn't the very flavor of immortality also cruel to you? And the goal at the end, being able to feel those things you thought were lost to you so long ago.... It was an intriguing proposition to say the least.

>>2334031
>>2334137
>>2334890
That might actually be better than what I had planned. Time for both maybe. Writing

>>2334890
You step out, past the bounds of Lucys self contained world and into the greater in-between. You were struck with a rather interesting thought. Many times had to played with the mortals, far more times than were worth remembering, but you had yet to let anyone approach the pinnacle aside you. Much to the opposite in fact! You had immediately upon coming into your own in your new form created a number of seals to see to it that such another being appearing would be impossible. Coming to mind are several of your creations, a few self correcting barriers of immovable force, splayed across a few dimensions real and unreal, seen and unseen. Suitable to keep anything that your prodigious mind could consider from seeing the source. Well anything except you.

You had a few close shaves with paradoxes in the past, sorely you remember the first time you had crashed a irresistible force into an immovable wall. The crystal sphere you had sequestered the experiment to had a rather poor reaction, a number of crucial laws of nature buckling quite catastrophically to make way for your immutable decrees. Even watching from a vantage point of some removal you had felt particularly drained after that ordeal despite finding no observable difference in your own power afterwards, being that it still seemed at least entirely limitless.

Still, you had grown clever in your age, and without threat of paradox you had learned to change relativity instead of reality when dealing with your own creations. You had a rather good habit of filling a few junk planes of your creation with snippets of space filled with other various 'Immovable' or 'Indestructible' objects best not left laying around, as well as other things of your own make which seemed to invariably be impossible to dis-incorporate.

With a thought you ply your own barriers and found that your tricks would still serve to undermine them, the you of that long forgotten time not making them nearly as sturdy as you now could, though you sense they would serve their task perfectly regardless. Perhaps its time to see if there is someone who can earn what you have, even if you don't actually plan on letting them have it.

>>2336112
You pick a rather unassuming form. You were fond of the human flesh, so you took to a sphere at random and scry for anything of note. The results were rather uninteresting. There were no individuals anywhere across this sphere capable of doing what you had, however there were a great number you found who would have the will to do so if it was within their power. Aside them you also find two in particular that would very well be capable of the ritual if they had not invariably stopped somewhere along the climb of power and become comfortable.

The first was a rather sorely dressed emperor of some sort. You assume he was some aspiring dark lord from the way he dressed, all golds and blacks and gaudy skulls. That and the fact he lived on a barren world filled with undead minions. You remember the mindless undead, before you lost your need for them you had a rather nice court of them serving your needs, flaying adventurers, oh the memories. You still remembered when Brennickan of the Wilted Star cleaved off your arm to free the Eye of Muldoon from your grasp. When you still chose to wear a human form you would often manifest the scar unconsciously. You put a pin in this dark lord, unwilling to bother to scry his name for the moment and turn to the other.

To your surprise, this individual is the opposite of what you were expecting. Seeing potential is always a tricky thing, but you hadn't expected that this stocky dwarf woman was capable of crushing gods, especially because you found that she had no means to do so.

You incorporate in a bar in the capital of some dwarf-home, in some rather unflattering mountain to enjoy a closer look. From your place in the corner you could see your candidate quite clearly, locked in an arm-wrestle with a rather intimidating half orc thrice her size. Unfortunately she also seemed to be losing, the drinking crowd gathered around her booing and cheering as the two struggled against each other. The table they battled on creaked uncertainly and seemed quite ready to snap under their relatively prodigious strength. Her hair was some fair manner of blonde wrapped into a few cords and tied into her belt, a rather fair complexion for a dwarf, and quite the steely set of cobalt eyes. You smirked idly as you sampled the local ale and watched. It tasted like all mortal brews to you, little more than vaguely tingling swill. Despite this you kept drinking. Even distilled mana and ambrosia gets boring after a while. The dwarfs face twists into a grimace of extra effort as for a moment she mounts a final resistance before the orc quickly overwhelms her and her hand hovers nearly on the table.

You consider how you would like to intercede in these events

>>2336151
There's no write-in, but it's been a while so I'll just assume you forgot to include it.

The Dwarf is clearly a more appealing student or even companion than the dark lord. Your own rise to power has too many parallels to this lord of the undead, and you're well acquainted with your own story, thank you very much. This dwarf, on the other hand, has already been able to do something you rarely have the pleasure to enjoy. She surprised you, if by nothing else then by appearance.

However, interjecting too early will ruin the entirety of the search. If this dwarf is to have the will to oppose you when it counts, you need to test her mettle. For now, observing her would be best to see how she handles a meaningless defeat. If no clues as to her motives in this competition are apparent, then you think to strike up conversation with her and simply ask. Not everything needs to be solved with magic or a grand scheme, in fact in adventures like this it's much better to inject a little personality into your frame and mingle with these mortals.

The question of your identity comes up. Obviously you cannot yet reveal your true identity, so an alias will have to do. Perhaps as an homage to the late Brennickan you should take up his name? You muse about it a bit before making a decision.
> Let's make up an alias, my dudes? I'll vote for Brennickan.

So in short, let's observe what the dwarf does after losing, and if nothing interesting happens let's just go talk to her and ask why she arm-wrestled an orc and what that all was about.

>>2337304
Supporting this

>>2337304
lets do this

>>2337304
>>2337532
>>2337757
The affairs of mortals don't normally concern you, but curiosity is something you have learned to not squander. You deign to keep your distance a moment. You struggle for a few short moments to consider how Brennickan had looked all those years ago, summoning little more than that annoying smirk he always seemed to wear and an olive complexion. Good enough. Its not like any trace of him still existed for reference. All of that was lost to time. You stretch your cheeks and enjoy your flesh a moment before raising your drink again to sip from under your hooded robe.

Her defenses falter, if only for a moment before the imposing figure across held her at the brink of defeat. All that remained of her strength seemed to be withering and the half orc condescendingly taunted her from the edge of victor.

"Well, all fockin talk then? Thot a lily of tha' mountain woulda had sumthin up her sleeve. You talked a big game 'fore, whats da matter? That trick of yours run dry?" He chuckles darkly unphased as the woman across from him slammed her other hand on the table in desperation, knocking on the wood, gritting her teeth defiantly.

You sip your drink and watch closely, looking for some sign of this dwarfs worth, your senses had not failed afterall so she must be of some worth. Had she never applied herself? Was the comfort of a mountain-home enough to make her complacent to never improve what chance had given her? As you watch you notice her jaw tensing and untensing in some prayer? Mantra? You weren't entirely sure but she was seeking strength from something or somewhere.

The heckling crowd were clearly growing annoyed, a few jeering dissatisfied at the effort shown. You almost ignore them entirely before you hear someone whisper something under their breath.

"Fucking showoff Moira."

>>2340931
The womans eyes shoot from the locked grip with the half orc to meet his gaze, having seemingly heard the same comment you did and snapped into action. Without warning her strength redoubles and in a moment she completely overpowers the half orc, forcing his hand into the same position she had just held and sqeezing his fist with an uncomfortable amount of pressure. Even without your perfect hearing you are sure you would be able to hear his knuckles popping from where you sat across the noisy bar.

The crowd cheers as the half-orc shouts in surprise and pain his free hand nearly leaping to his hand before he stops himself grimacing in pain.

You consider for a moment the nature of 'Moira' and her sudden burst of power. You did not sense the intrusion of any gods, and spells, or any magical effects on her person which left you confused for a moment before you took stock of her a second time. Ah, that would do it. She had indeed muttered some mantra, perhaps to steel herself from the considerable pain she must be feeling. It was obvious now what she had done, just not how. She had pushed with singular effort past all reasonable self constraint, her bones a hairs breadth from breaking as she worked her muscles past their limits. You could almost watch across the room as her muscles tore and and her tendons stretched out of shape.

The half-orc opens his mouth as if to respond to her, eyes locking with hers now a predatory smile as she forces him to the table. The cheering is quite loud and you have to struggle to hear the orc muttering curses as he rubs his hand painfully. Similarly Moira slowly tenses and relaxes her arm which to your eyes has already begun to bruise. Her other hand rubs across it and it immediately pops back into shape, muscle snapping back, tendons unwarping. Ah, a ring of regeneration? Some manner of healing regardless. So that was her plan. Reckless, almost insane. The pain tolerance of these dwarves must surely be high, but to inflict such suffering on herself would truly take a legendary will.

Maybe you weren't wrong to pick this one. After a few moments bathing in the cheering of the other dwarves and letting the half-orc recover she puts on a smirk and extends a hand to the man.

"Gave me a run for me money alright, bet you really thought you had me that time eh Wig?" She says somewhat earnestly. "Want to best of five?"

"Fock off, ay bought enough of yer booze tonight." The half orc says smiling back and taking a pouch from his side putting it into her palm to shake. "Shoulda known better after the first round."

Moira grins now stifling a laugh. "Aye, you should 'ave you whoreson! But I enjoyed the fight of it at least." She then turns her head and tosses the sack over her head at some equally smug barman who catches it. "Round for the room Remmy!" She shouts, met back with another round of cheers as she walks to the bar to have her fill.

>>2340941

You are quite familiar with con-men. Coming to mind are pool-sharks and their ilk who would traditionally feign ineptitude to free the ignorant of their money, but you cant quite say you have seen anyone who would so recklessly inflict bodily harm on themselves for a pittance like this. Granted, Moira seemed to be physically gifted, if not in raw strength then in tolerance but this is nearly absurd.

From your place you can just barely see her expression as she reaches the counter and exchanges some words with the man attending.

"You still owe-"

"I know."

You swallow the last dregs of your drink, the bitterness of the barrel striking your nose. Clearly these mortals were not as well versed in distillery as you, but this was just abysmal. Someone cut a corner with this batch. You consider your options, clearly you were owed another drink.

>How shall we introduce ourselves to Moira the dwarf? (Write in)

>>2340943
Ensure that no other mortal is capable of remembering what we are doing immediately after seeing us and no matter the outcome they will only remember us in the most vague way if they reflect on the evening later.

We then create/fill two mugs with the most fragrant and delicious beer we can remember dwarves producing.

We walk up to her and offer her a drink if she is willing to listen to a business deal.

If she accepts we begin arranging a moderately difficult adventure for her skillset.
We should mention that we noticed exactly what she did and how if she isn't interested initially or if it would prove beneficial as we learned more of her personality.

>>2341240
Supporting

>>2341240
sure why not

>>2340943

You take a moment to reflect on the arm-wrestling competition this Moira had with a half-orc.
Wasn't it exactly the same as what you had thought about doing just now? To bring an opponent to the cusp of victory, only to snatch it away from them when they thought the outcome was guaranteed? You slightly question the path you've chosen to undertake. Perhaps the grand tale you wanted to tell wasn't as unique as you had thought. Though slightly perturbed, you quickly realize that this doubt is a natural part of any adventure. Without a single doubt at the beginning, an adventure wouldn't truly be an adventure, just an irrefutable quest undertaken not for pleasure, but for necessity. This Dwarf looks to share quite a bit of your current mindset. She will do nicely indeed. You feel a svelte smile forming on your face.

>You consider your options, clearly you were owed another drink.
Yet, a drink not worth drinking was not a drink at all. The first mug had quite paradoxically only made you more thirsty, and what better time to drink a special reserve than when it is most satisfying.
>>2341240
> We then create/fill two mugs with the most fragrant and delicious beer we can remember dwarves producing.

You approach the dwarf, Moira.
"A fine performance, but I fear you've shared the spoils of your victory too eagerly. Please, allow me to share a drink and a quick word with you, to celebrate your success. My name is Brennickan, and I am a collector of the arcane and businessman of all things magical, at your service."

Let us see how she responds, and take it from there. We'll have two major objectives here:
1) Obviously, we want to recruit her as our student/apprentice/adventuring companion.
2) We want to have her owe a debt of gratitude towards us by solving her problem with the barman for/with her.
We also want to emphasize and compliment her on her **willpower** during the match.

>>2341240
>If she accepts we begin arranging a moderately difficult adventure for her skillset.
We should mention that we noticed exactly what she did and how if she isn't interested initially or if it would prove beneficial as we learned more of her personality.

Basically this.

>>2341240
>>2341278
>>2341302

These drinks really weren't doing you any favors. You wave your hand over your stein and let it fill with sweet succor, a rather fine brew, as far as mortal fare goes.

Standing you take your drink in hand and stride to the bar aside Moira who has dived into her own. There is a moment where the bartender looks your way having noticed your approach but with a wave of your hand he busies himself.

You try again to remember how Brennickan had looked, and mash what comes to mind with that of a magic vendor you remember meeting once. The end result is that your wardrobe looks rather out of place as you pull off your robe and take your seat. You wear a single solid piece of Dark red Chimera leather as a chest piece embossed with a bramble of some sort in very fine green thread. Under that you wear a nice buttoned white shirt matched with a rather nice set of cotton bottoms.

You slide your drink in front of the dwarf woman as she notices you, looking up from her own mug with a distrustful glare. She wipes her mouth once with her sleeve and glares at you harder.

"So who are yew then? If'n that drink was supposed to be a proposition, yew should know I don't like tall folk." She says, turning her gaze from you to the drink which she sniffs curiously. "This isn't Rems Stout... Damn, where'd you get this?"

Producing a charming smile you lean against the bar and encourage her. "Its a personal favorite of mine," You lied. "I liked what you did back there, very impressive."

Her response is expected, incredulous, wary. "Oh? Well I didn't know what you think I did, other than beating that idiot, but Ill thank ye for a brew this fine." She takes a small sip and smacks her lips, surprised, and then extremely surprised. "Alright, you have my attention." She says turning to you, cup coming up again with her hand, unable to stop as she downs the sweet ale in one long pull. Her cup comes away revealing a grin. "Alright, you have a good taste in booze. So what do you want?"

"I have a business proposal. Something I think you would be interested in, and capable of." You say leaning closer and speaking quieter.

The dwarf scowls and puts the mug down, before softening and giving you a searching look. "Suppose I could listen to what you have to say. But tread lightly. Good taste only goes so far."

>Offer her a job

>Offer her an apprenticeship

>Offer to buy out her debts

>Write in

Just a heads up and apology to anyone who is actually following this thread. I am sorry I update slow as hell. I'm not entirely sure how I am going to approach this as a project and am just going by quota right now until I do. Ill try to update every single day, but dont expect more than 1 or two updates at inconsistant times. Its just how I roll. On the bright side I feel like I might be putting a lot more quality into these posts since I ruminate on them so long.

its a little early for meta stuff but if you want to direct questions or comments just post them whenever in the thread. Ill respond to anyone who links to one of my posts if I see a question that needs answering

>>2344291
Im loving this so far
I dont mind a slower pace, the amount of text at such a high quality makes up for it. The story is unique and interesting, so i wont mind checking up here ever so often to vote and read
>>2344253
>Offer her a job
Giving apprenticeship so early may come off as too fishy. Rather start it slow. This way we can also see more of her potential, and act accordingly

>>2344313
Good. It makes me happy that somebodys getting a kick out of this. And I appreciate your patience.

>>2344291
No need to feel dumpy over it. qst has been spoiled for some time anyway. It's time these whiny fucks met a QM who shakes things up by not adhering to schedules/twitter or whatever. Double edged sword, because I find this interesting and that means I have to wait too. Rambles. Sorry.

Question: Do you think you've gotten a sense of 'direction' for this quest yet? I'm to understand it's a path to godhood/mentor quest where we uplift another. What dynamics do you think will make this quest even more interesting than it already is?

>>2344887
My original intention was to follow in the footsteps of the original omnipotence quest. That one was mostly dicking around and setting up heroes and villains to fight each other and playing autistic god with people. Although I always got the feeling that Vede never knew what he was doing at any time with that quest either.

Anyway I still think its too early to say. Less than a dozen posts in there isnt too much to decide yet. I'm really expecting to feed off of and roll with what it comes to in its own time. I took a look at European Dragon Quest this week and compared to what I saw in the newer threads the first two are incomparable.

That kind of put me in the mindset for this. If this runs past twenty or thirty threads all of my intentions from when I started this will have probably run their course. I have a few good ideas for what to do and where to go with this, but thats generally how I feel about it. Its going to become its own thing if as long as I keep it up.

Speaking of dynamics I think that this quest will be free of some of the issues that I see in other quests directly regarding people shitting on each other about feeling crunch, bad tactical decisions and the like. I read a lot of HQQ and DATS and that always irked me. With this quest that shit cant happen. Omnipotence. The only thing that will bite anyone in the ass decision wise is poorly worded actions, and thats something I kind of look forward too. I like taking liberties.

>>2344253
>Offer her a job
>>2344291
This is the only quest I'm looking forward to every day, and the quality is a big part of that.

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>2345188
>>2344313

"My name is Cinnibar Brennickan, and I have a job I think you would be uniquely suited to do." You say eyeing her more carefully now. Where before you had been most interested in her mind and her will, now you see her as she is. Brown coveralls, tin plate, burlap shoes. This was not what you had expected. Maybe more than comfort had stopped her on the ladder of power.

She gives you a puzzled look, and then an angry one. She slams the empty mug back on the counter and several heads turn to see. You wave your hand and they return to their own business. "What'n the fuck are yew talkin' about? What job? You 'ave been keepin' tabs on me? I told Smokey Id fuckin' pay 'im!" She says, at first angry, and then pleadingly. Pathetic. But at least more interesting than your other option.

You put a hand up defensively and give her a sad but questioning look. "No, I'm not here on behalf of anyone you might know, thats for certain. In fact I would be more than willing to buy out any of your debts for your services." You say, gauging her reaction. She seems to be trying to put up a facade, but to you she may as well be a child hiding guilt. You can tell she is desperate. "Well how about this, I am a vendor of certain wares. I will loan you a few items of singular value to see you to your duty, and Ill buy you out of your bonds right here. But I need you to tell me you are interested and shake my hand." You say, smiling with unnatural charm and offering your hand to her. You watch as she resists before slowly reaching to take her hand before a strangle look crosses her face followed by a scowl, and her hand shoots to a small knife at her side.

"Wait just a fuckin' minute, that hand trick, I heard about this in the pit. Mr. Nice, all good words, high offers, mind magic. You're a fuckin' devil aren'cha?" She says fear and hate on her face. At this again a few people, this time the bartender included turn again towards you and start to whisper.

You laugh, a good hard laugh. Oh yes, will indeed. She might be able to do it. You clap both hands and the bartender stops. The dwarves and riff-raff around the room stop chattering. All of the world stays silent, except Moira. She seemed to halted for a moment to see you squirm caught in what she had declared but immediately you see the color drain from her face. For a long moment she doesn't break her gaze from your hands in front of you where they had clasped, but slowly she darts her eyes around the room, looking at the various patrons stopped mid syllable. Then she stares at 'Remmy' who had stopped mid stroke with a holy symbol in hand, seemingly grabbed from a stash under the bar. You take a quick look and see quite a few curious items, all of which serving some peace keeping purpose. Clearly he had intended to take out this idol and shoo you away if you were indeed a devil, a fact that is not lost on Moira.

(CONT)

>>2349075

A cold sweat has broken out as she turns her gaze back to you, stuff huffing and laughing slightly. You match her gaze with a amused look. This only serves to unnerve her more.

You compose yourself, its rare that a mortal shakes your composure but you really were amused at the reaction. Coughing slightly unto a fist and giving her another smile you continue as Moira considers running. "Now, I think you have the wrong Idea about me. Why don't you step into my office, lets talk this over. I am certain that you will enjoy what I have to say." You bring your hands together again and between both of you and the rest of the room a doorway appears. Nothing too gaudy, just a nice oak door-frame, with a similar door. Nice but not too nice. Standing with a start you take a step to the door and put a hand on the frame, turning and offering with a hand that she enter first.

What you are met with instead is a rather strong blow to the head with Remmys holy symbol. This is swiftly followed with yet another, and a gut shot with her knife which passes with a pinch into your gut. You struggle to contain annoyance, but as you stand her barrage it becomes even harder to not laugh. Moira pulls back and stabs you two more times and hits you a further six with the symbol before she pulls back, hands covered in blood as your pulped head and your bloodied gut instantly replace themselves to order. The fear in her eyes now is overwhelming, she steals a glance to her hands, only a moment past slick with blood and viscera. They were clean.

She collapses back against a bar stool, knocking it to the ground and huddling against the bar itself. "Wh- no! No! Aye don't want- Don't touch me!" She shouts, her sweat having broken out into a sheen, shaking with primal fear. At least she wasn't trying to stab you anymore.

>Take her to your office with force to give her your offer

>Convince her you are not whatever petty malign power she thinks you are and invite her in again.

>Help her regain her composure. (Prodigal Will requires a roll)

>Write in

woof lots of small spelling mistakes. Oh well.

We are in auto-sage right now. Should I archive and make a new thread after this vote or right now?

>>2349090
Yo should wait untill outcome is decided. Starting next thread with the outcome could be a good opener imo
>>2349084
>Help her regain her composure. (Prodigal Will requires a roll)

>>2349090
Of course you should archive this. This quest is already one for the books.

>>2349281
Thats probably a bit much. But anyway Im going to archive this tonight, check replies in the morning. New thread will be up tommorow.
>>2349128
Good plan

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>2349084
>Help her regain her composure. (Prodigal Will requires a roll)
Her reaction started as endearing, but quickly turned disgusting. If she would rather stay in debt because she's afraid you're some kind of devil and isn't curious at all about what you really are or what you have to say, then maybe this was a mistake. Let's get her to regain her wits, and see if she's worth the effort.

>>2349825
No. It's NOT much at all you fucking faggot.

>>2350698
>>2349825
>>2349128

new thread
>>2357971