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>>2341045

It set in slowly, after a long day of hiking through the thin forests of the Eastern Lands you had to prepare camp for yourself and only yourself. When you were gathering some firewood and clearing a small area for you to hunker down for the night was when it really hit you; whether you like it or not, you've left behind everything you've known after your run in with a High Lord of Hell.

In the dark, all alone with nothing more than a dwindling fire to keep you company, you try your best to stave off the cold and solitude.

You think you were successful. The fact that you don't remember if you dreamed or not upon awakening doesn't help your confidence.

Gods... you wish you something to drink...

Unfortunately, you're still flat broke so even if there was a bar nearby you'd be shit out of luck. At least you still remember your father's hunting lessions, so instead of spending your morning grumbling on an empty stomach you munch on what's left of a rabbit.

Throwing away what's left of your meal, you pack up your pitiful gear and plan for the coming day's travels.
> Follow the nearby river downhill, always civilization along rivers
> Travel along the open prairie, see if you can't find a convoy traveling
> Keep wandering through the forest, maybe you'll run into a resident at some point
> Other

>>2341063
>> Keep wandering through the forest, maybe you'll run into a resident at some point

>>2341063
> Follow the nearby river downhill, always civilization along rivers
At least we will always have water.

>>2341063
>Travel along the open prairie, see if you can't find a convoy traveling
Took a long time for a second thread

Rolled 1 (1d3)

>>2341079

Just finished a four month long story arc on my main quest last night; cut me a little slack here anon.

>>2341076
>>2341077
>>2341079

Rolling to tie break unless someone else votes.
1. Forest
2. River
3. Prairie

>>2341063
>Keep wandering through the forest, maybe you'll run into a resident at some point

>>2341109
>>2341076

Forest it is.

> Roll me three 1d100+5's please

Rolled 2 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2341117

Rolled 90 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2341117

>>2341117
rolling again just to keep thread running
inb4 nat 1

Rolled 27 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2341161
dont mind me

>>2341131

That's a 95, let's see what you see.

Writin'

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>>2341063

You mull on it for a few minutes before deciding to stick to the forest for now. You'll have more opportunities to hunt in the future if you're hungry and it'll give you some cover if you need it.

Setting off, you begin slugging through the underbrush. Admittedly, you're not like Will who can move like a wraith, but you can still navigate without getting lost. It's just that subtlety isn't your strong suit.

The entire day passes quickly and uneventfully, the shadows growing larger and large as the sun sets.

What gives you pause is when your armor shakes for a few seconds, the enchanted metal scraping against itself in what you can vaguely pick up is... anticipation.

That's moderately disturbing...

A few minutes later and the sun is going down, darkness rapidly taking hold of the area. You don't see a good place to set up camp yet so you continue onwards.

Eventually, you come across something interesting. There's a few game trails that you've been using to travel, but this is the first that has something of not. Among the myriad of animal foot prints in the mud is a single boot print. Odds are good that someone's hunting in the area.

On the other hand, you catch a smell of wood burning and, after looking around a bit, you catch the faint outline of a campfire off in the distance. Who knows who is out there, but you know for a fact that they're there.

Lastly, you could just continue on with looking for a place to camp out. Less risk on your own, but you still don't have an idea of where the closest town is.

Now what?
> Try to find the hunter
> Check out who is at the camp site
> Just find another place to hide out for tonight
> Other

>>2341230
>Check out who is at the camp site

>>2341230
>camp site

>>2341230
>Try to find the hunter
camp dude wont go anywhere, we can check later

>>2341230
>> Check out who is at the camp site

>>2341233
>>2341246
>>2341292

Camp it is.

> Roll me three 1d100+5's please

Rolled 11 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2341296
remind me again how "hellish" we look?

Rolled 12 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2341296

Rolled 54 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2341296

>>2341298

Currently, not at all. Your physical appearance hasn't changed at all and to the naked eye your armor looks exactly like the set you work previously. If you run into a perceptive mage, they're going to think something's strange with the armor.

>>2341306

That's a 59, let's see what you see.

>>2341230

The camp, and it's guarantee of someone being there, more or less makes the decision for you when you barely pick up the sounds of laughter coming from it. Guess there's some kind of group there.

Getting closer, while staying as quiet as you can, you a look at the people occupying the camp. It's not a particularly good look, as the dark night makes it hard to pick out details aside from those directly around the fire.

What you can see, however, is a few grizzled, unkept men jovially drinking around the fire. You can barely pick up the outlines of the camp around them, but you don't see any women or children around which makes you a bit suspicious.

These guys could be mercs, ones that don't know how to use a razor apparently, or they could be bandits. The simple fact that nothing else really sticks out at you isn't helping to make this decision for you.

Now what?
> Just leave, no need to risk it
> Go right up and talk to them, they probably know the area better than you do
> Cut first, ask questions later
> Other

>>2341317
>> Go right up and talk to them, they probably know the area better than you do
examine the area for weapons as we walk in

>>2341317
>Other
circle camp, maybe the hunter is still out prowling

>>2341317
>Go right up and talk to them, they probably know the area better than you do

Ask for directions

>>2341317
do this >>2341321

>>2341322
Supporting.

Here's hoping the hunter isn't already stalking us.

>>2341322
this

Well, I suppose if the shit hits the fan, we can get some practice in.

>>2341317
>>2341322

I'll support this

>>2341322
>>2341321
support

>>2341321
>>2341328
>>2341361
>>2341446
>>2341503
>>2341848
>>2341872

Scope the place out then go say hello.

Writin'

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>>2341317

Well, you might as well go say hello to them all. Worst comes to worst, you could just start cutting off heads until they decide to listen to you.

First, though, it's smart to scope the area out before you head in; no need to be stupid here.

With a thought, you vanish from sight, walking forwards in practically plain sight without an issue thanks to your Invisibility spell. It is really like cheating, but in situations like these you don't exactly care.

You start by going around the outside, mostly checking to see if the hunter whose tracks you noticed before is nearby. Nothing particularly jumps out at you, but if it's someone like Will that's not exactly any indicator.

From there, you check out the camp in particular. It's pretty standard fare here, rough cloth forming temporary tents and shelters among the trees. You don't see anything out of order or strange, nor do you see anything that could be considered loot.

Lastly, you look over the jovial men. They're, as you first noted, a bit ragged around the edges but other than that, they're clothed, have minimalist supplies, and are armed to the teeth. At one point in time, you'd have been concerned at the weapons, but you well and truly know that no one lives out in the wilds for long without knowing how to fight.

Nothing left to do here than drop your spell and ask them your questions. So, with a thought and a cough, you do just that.

They react about as well as you anticipated they would to someone materializing within their camp, weapons flying into hands as all pretense of good cheer go out the window in favor of survival instincts.

"THE HELL?!" One of them points a spear in your direction, "NICK, DID YOU FALL ASLEEP ON WATCH AGAIN?!"

You follow his, and the the other men's, sight and you see another man snoozing against a tree.

"Oh, for fucks sake..." The spear user looks like he can't decide on whether he's more frustrated or pissed at the moment, "Alright, you! The hell do you want?"

Your response?
> Ask where the nearest town is
> Ask what they're all doing out here
> Ask why he has Nick on watch if he's so bad at it
> Other

>>2342948
>> Ask where the nearest town is
tap nick on the shoulder on the way out

>>2342948
"Yeah Nick, way to drop the ball... just kidding, I was invisible."
>> Ask where the nearest town is

>>2342948
>Ask where the nearest town is

>>2342948
>> Ask where the nearest town is

>>2342948
>>2342957

I'll second the sass.

>>2342978
>>2342975
>>2342963
>>2342957
>>2342953

Ask for some directions it is.

Writin'

>>2342948

"Common problem with Nick?" Your attempt to break the ice doesn't really work, as the spear user just narrows his eyes at you and inches his weapons forwards, "Doesn't matter; would you know where the nearest town from here is?"

"You...want directions?" He doesn't move his weapon, but you can tell that the grizzled man in front of you is struggling to comprehend the situation in front of him.

You don't make any motion towards the sword at your hip, just calmly standing there, "Yeah. I'm a bit new to the area".

"Alright, I'll tell yeah. But you fuck off and don't come back you hear?" The spear is lowered, but not by much, "There's three towns around here: Warlington, Southwold, and Briar Glen. Warlington's to the north, across the prairie, and about a day's travel from here. It's a trading town, lots of money change hands there. Southwold is, obviously, to the south; just follow the river until you see farmland in a few hours. Briar Glen is straight east, three days away. I'd stay away from there, word's getting out about something fishy going down there and that a few of the damn bucket heads are on their way. You got that? Now get!"

Stifling a laugh, you thank the man for his time and walk away, practically feeling the weapons against your back as you do. You can't help yourself as you walk by and flick 'Nick' in the forehead as you pass before you vanish off into the night.

Settling down for the night after you get a few minutes out of sight of the camp, you close your eyes and decide on where to go next.
> Warlington
> Southwold
> Briar Glen
> Just keep wandering

>>2343101
>> Southwold
closest

>>2343101
Do we recognize any of them?

>>2343115

Nope.

>>2343101
>> Warlington
Trade hubs mean we can figure out where we are easier.

>>2343101
>Briar Glen

>>2343101
>> Southwold

>>2343101
Warlington

>>2343101
> Warlington

Probably has more work and information, shit, caravan duty in the direction of home would work well

>>2343101
>> Warlington

>>2343101
>Southwold

>>2343126
>>2343150
>>2343152
>>2343155

We'll begin the journey to Warlington tomorrow. I've got work in the morning, so I have to head off now.

Later everyone.

>>2343185
Aww, I just got here.

>>2343183
Got the towns mixed up and deleted my first vote, sorry.

Ah yes I'm hyped for this I can't wait

>>2341045
Man you had like no plan at all for this thread huh? At least for the first day anyway, you might be brainstorming at work. There are only so many generic CYOA 'Forks in the road' prompts you can have before people catch on.

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Back now and writing.

>>2344169

The plot will be picking up shortly, but unless you want me to timeskip straight to that, and stir up the 'choo choo railroading' comments next, the fact that you have multiple, branching paths at this point in the story is due to the fact that Morgan was dropped into the middle of bum fuck no where. Also, I don't run once a week; I run whenever I can.

>>2344166

Welcome back.

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>>2343101

When you wake up in the morning, wincing a bit at the fresh set of aches and pains that come with sleeping in armor, you decide to head to Warlington. Of the three nearby, it's got the best chance of giving you some actual work so you don't have to keep sleeping outside.

A few hours of trekking through the forest and you come out to the massive prairie you saw when you first returned to the land of the living. At least the flatlands aren't a place that you're likely to get ambushed in, but you keep your guard up regardless as you walk.

And you walk, and you walk. A day's travel feels a lot longer than it should when you have no real points of reference. When the sun goes down, you're able to use the start to make sure that you're still on track and, after traveling for a few hours after dark, you settle in for the night.

It's just after noon the next day when you arrive at Warlington, which you note is really more of a glorified fort than a proper entrenched town. The stone wall around it looks sturdy, but you can tell even from here that it's not that thick of a wall and, as such, wouldn't survive any kind of siege. After taking off your helmet to reassure the guard that you're not some kind of monster in armor you head on in.

At least the place is rather lively, you can hear people shouting within the marketplace and several people are chatting on the streets. You don't see an inn or a mercenary or adventure's guild around, though you're sure there's something in this town.

Now what?
> Go check out what's going on in the market
> Try to find an Inn
> Try to find a merc or adventure's guild
> Other

>>2344332
>The plot will be picking up shortly, but unless you want me to timeskip straight to that, and stir up the 'choo choo railroading' comments next

Honestly? I would love that. I vastly prefer focus and plot over meaningless branching paths.

Imagine if you just had Morgan find a road with some signposts with the choices in the last update. Boom, you just shaved off hours of meaningless faffing about.

Imagine if that signpost had only one option and it was where the interesting plot was? Even more time shaved off and we can get back to what matters. Whatever that is at the time.

Does wonders for pacing.

>>2344457
>Go check out what's going on in the market

>>2344457
>try to find an inn

barkeeps know rumours, or they aint barkeeps

>>2344457
> Try to find a merc or adventure's guild
Ask the guard for directions, he's likely familiar.

>>2344457
>> Try to find a merc or adventure's guild

>>2344457
> Go check out what's going on in the market

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>2344461

I understand you concerns for pacing, which is why things will be gaining steam shortly.

I'd like to point out that the reason for why things are slow currently is because Dygteus literally just announced Morgan's succession. The very pissed off demons aren't capable of turning around, teleporting right to where he is, and then jump him; that's just not consistent with how this world works.

Also, I'm hoping to have a moderately fleshed out world so when it gets to the point in the story where there's elite Paladin squads and high form Demons hunting Morgan down, you all have places you can go to either hide out or entrench yourselves.

>>2344478
>>2344482
>>2344486
>>2344488

Rolling to tie break unless someone votes within 5 mins.
1. Market
2. Guild

>>2344482
>>2344486

Guild it is.

> Roll me three 1d100+5's please

Rolled 41 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2344506

Rolled 72 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2344506

Rolled 6 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2344506

>>2344510

77 it is. Let's see what you see.

Writin'

>>2344457

As tempting as it is to head over to the market to see what all the commotion is about, you've got the chance to make some coin here.

That is, of course, assuming they let you work without being a member. Somehow, you don't think they'll keep your membership if you get outed.

With that in mind, you walk over to some of the nearby people and ask a few questions. You ignore the curious glances they throw you and focus on the fact that while there's no mercenary guild in the town, the adventure's guild takes over those jobs when they come up.

Thanking them for their time, you follow the directions to the middle of town, where you find a moderately sized building with a few assorted individuals standing around.

Heading inside, you note a job board on one side and a young woman working behind the counter on some paperwork. Other than that, there's no one really around.

Now what?
> Go check the job board, you'll probably find something there
> Go talk to the clerk, she's the best to ask about jobs
> Leave
> Other

>>2344585
>> Go talk to the clerk, she's the best to ask about jobs
"Hello miss, I got a big sword and an empty wallet. Got a jobs that need the former and fills up the latter?"

>>2344585
>Go talk to the clerk, she's the best to ask about jobs

>>2344585
>> Go talk to the clerk, she's the best to ask about jobs

>>2344585
> Go check the job board, you'll probably find something there
receptionist are snarky don't like doing there jobs.

>>2344595
>>2344604
>>2344631

Clerk it is.

Writin'

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>>2344585

You could fumble around with the job board, but with the clerk being right there there's really no reason.

So, you walk right up to the woman who, upon hearing your approach looks up at you. You can see her eyes boggle for a moment, clearly not recognizing you, before she fumbles a few pieces of paper.

"Just a moment!" She ducks under the counter to collect the fallen paperwork, before standing back up and presenting you with one of the most fake smiles you've seen, "Hello! My name is Hannah! I'm the main receptionist for the Warlington Branch Adventurer's Guild! You're new to Warlington, aren't you? Are you a member of the guild?"

"No, I'm not," No point in mincing words here, as you're going to take a while guess and say she's got something better to do right now, "Any jobs to take that can get me some quick coin?"

"We don't deal in blood money, if that's what you're implying," Hannah's eyes narrow slightly, to which you just shrug, "If not, then you could always gather materials for potions. We've got alchemists here so basic materials are always in demand. It doesn't pay much, but it does pay per material and it's quick. Other than that, there's nothing else here that wouldn't involve becoming a registered member".

You're about to respond when someone practically bursts through the door, "HANNAH!"

"SHUT UP, PIERCE!" The clerk fires back, glaring over your shoulder at a guy in somewhat dressy clothing, "Sorry about that... errr, what's your name?"

"Morgan".

"Yes, right, Morgan. If you want to take that job, it's on the board. Now, if you'll excuse me..." Hannah turns back towards her pile of paperwork, pulling out a few things before stomping over to where 'Pierce' is.

Guess they're going to have words or something...

Now what?
> Grab the materials job, it's shit but it's money
> Go wander the town more then come back, might as well get registered while you're here
> Eavesdrop on Hannah and Pierce
> Other

>>2344767
>> Eavesdrop on Hannah and Pierce

>>2344767
>Grab the materials job, it's shit but it's money

>>2344767
>Eavesdrop on Hannah and Pierce
I forget, how common is magic such as our invisibility?

>>2344767
>> Eavesdrop on Hannah and Pierce
> Grab the materials job, it's shit but it's money

>>2344767
> Eavesdrop on Hannah and Pierce

>>2344801

Invisibility is uncommon in terms of prevalence, though it should be known that people in this world tend to, how do I say, 'follow their talent'. Most people with Morgan's magic go for roles along the lines of infiltration, assassination, and subterfuge. TL;DR, no one's really expecting the guy with the greatsword and full armor to turn invisible.

>>2344812
>>2344807
>>2344790
>>2344780

Eavesdrop on the two and grab the job it is.

Writin'

>>2344767

Gathering grass isn't exactly the most glamorous job you've been on, but you suppose you've done worse. Granted, the 'worse' also paid far, far better than this, but your empty wallet means you're not going to question work.

Walking over to the job board and grabbing the paper, rather one of the many copies of the paper for this job, you also overhear what those two are talking about when the screaming starts again.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU GABLED ALL YOUR MONEY AWAY!?" Hannah sounds furious, though you can't exactly see her expression.

"I was doing great! Was making a killing in challenges today when some punk Acolyte stole my earnings; I'm the best damn fighter in this town, no way in hell am I going to accept losing to a greenhorn!" So that's what that was all about earlier. Too bad, you would have liked to watch the show.

"Whatever!" There's the rustle, then airy slap, of papers being pushed about before the clerk speaks up again, "Here's your assignment for the day. Don't come back until it's complete".

With a huff, you hear Pierce walk out of the building.

"AND DON'T ASK TO BORROW COIN FROM ME AGAIN!"

There's a slam and you turn around to leave just in time to see Hannah, face red with anger, head back to her post. Now's probably a good time to leave.

Now what?
> Go out on the job
> Do some more exploring
> See if you can't find this Acolyte
> Other

>>2344987
But it would be incredibly obvious if we did it right now wouldn't it?

>>2345046
> See if you can't find this Acolyte

>>2345046
>> Go out on the job

>>2345046
>See if you can't find this Acolyte

>>2345046
> See if you can't find this Acolyte
Are we gonna do a good ol invisboogle robberoo?

>>2345046
>> Do some more exploring
find a bar
and a qt elf waifu

>>2345047

Yes.

>>2345151

Humans only in this world; sorry anon

>>2345050
>>2345068
>>2345141
>>2345151

Take a look around, particularly for the Acolyte it is.

> Roll me three 1d100+2's please

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>2345271

Rolled 62 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

>>2345271

Rolled 43 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

>>2345271

>>2345151
>>2345271
>Inb4 we fall for the first girl we see like the last quest.
Where's that qt.14 sword maiden we fought? Have to find her ASAP.

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>>2345309

You mean Claire? She's on the other side of the continent best you know.

>>2345281

That's a 64, Failure.

Writin'

>>2345309
We could also take the second woman we met.

I don't think we've seen her face though.

Also I feel like I've seen a character with the same "eating super fast while remaining helmeted" trait and can't for the life of me remember where.

>>2345391
Goblin Slayer?

>>2345391

It's a pretty common gag.

>>2345046

You're ready to go out and get this job done with, but Pierce's mention of an Acolyte sticks with you. It might be a load of horseshit, but if there really is an Order member around, even a trainee, you might have a problem.

As much as you and others might joke about them, they really, really, don't fuck around when it comes to training those kids.

Shaking a few memories off, you start discretely poking about the town.

An hour or so later, you haven't seen hide nor hair of anyone even resembling an Acolyte. It's not like you really have much to go on in the first place, so you weren't exactly expecting to find anything.

Oh well, you'll have to just keep it in the back of your mind then.

Heading out of the town and back into the wilderness, you start your search for these fucking plants.

> Roll me three 1d100's for luck please

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>2345421

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>2345421
Rollan

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>2345421

>>2345426
>>2345427
>>2345429
Oh wow. Compared to the awesome of the last thread this is pretty sub par. Maybe all our luck is saved for combat?

>>2345438
I'm betting a smug-looking goat ate most of the herb we were looking for.

>>2345438
Isnt lower rolls good in the system QM is using?

>>2345438

Would make sense, given Morgan's record.

>>2345426
>>2345427
>>2345429

Well, let's see how this goes.

Writin'

>>2345457

Nope; system is meet or exceed DC.

>>2345421

You're not exactly sure what you were anticipating, but the plants you're looking for are few and far between in this area. There's several good spots that you come across, but the sun is going down by the time you're satisfied with what you've collected.

Stuffing your pockets with the gathered material, you stand up and brush yourself off. Turning about to return to Warlington, a noise captures your attention.

High up in a lone tree, a pitch black raven, barely visible against the dusk, caws at you, looking down at you with beady eyes, before flying off.

Huh, that's not omin-

Growling cuts through your thoughts, turning around again shows a single, gray wolf snarling at you.

It's not a direwolf, thank fuck, but you're not stupid enough to think this wolf is alone. If it's here, then the pack is sure to follow.

Now what?
> Stand and fight, no reason to turn you back on them
> Try to scare off the wolf, you've got the magic for it
> Attempt to escape, you don't want to get surrounded
> Other

>>2345513
>> Try to scare off the wolf, you've got the magic for it

>>2345513
>> Try to scare off the wolf, you've got the magic for it

>>2345513
> Try to scare off the wolf, you've got the magic for it

>>2345524
>>2345552
>>2345606

Fire for effect.

> Roll me three 1d100+5's please

Rolled 45 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2345615
fir

Rolled 33 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2345615

Rolled 93 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2345615

>>2345620
there's the good old morgan luck

>>2345620

That's a 98, Success.

Writin'

>>2345513

The wolf snarls again as it stalks forwards, fangs barred on approach.

You, on the other hand, raise a hand and, as you snap your finger, let loose a pretty damn good imitation of a thunderclap.

Perhaps, you did too good of a job, as you'd gather anyone is the remote area of you just heard that. It sure as hell scared off the wolf, as it can't scramble away into the underbrush fast enough.

It's about time for you to be going too, considering you don't want to be in the area if anything, or anyone, gets attracted to the sound.

The trip back to Warlington is, thankfully, quiet and uneventful. It's dark to the point where you can barely see your surroundings, but you manage to not get lost on the way back.

The streets are far emptier now, but you ignore that fact and head back to the guild. Hannah's still there, a candle on her desk burning away as she continues dealing with paperwork.

She doesn't say a thing as she tallies up your collection, just sorting through a lock box before handing you your pay.

> You have obtained: 2 Silver, 25 Copper Coins!

Now what?
> Ask Hannah about Pierce
> Ask Hannah about something else (what?)
> Go find an Inn, get some rest for tonight
> Go look around the town more
> Other

>>2345733
> Go look around the town more

Is it wrong to hope for thugs to kill and loot?

>>2345733
> Go find an Inn, get some rest for tonight
food!

>>2345744
I feel like actively looking for someone to kill is an ethically dubious thing at best, even if the intended target is criminals

>>2345733
>> Ask Hannah about something else (what?)
When's the next caravan west?

>>2345733
>>2345763
I second this question, now that it's been brought up

>>2345763
I'll go with this too.

>>2345763
Support. Changing my vote

>>2345763
>>2345766
>>2345774
>>2345776

One last question, then find an Inn it is.

Writin'

>>2345733

"Do you know when the next caravan west is leaving?" Considering this is a decently sized trading town, there's a good chance you might be able to get a ride elsewhere from here. Granted, you're not sure you want to drag your friends and family into this mess, but it'll be good to have your options open.

Hannah doesn't react to your words at first, blinking a few times before looking up to you, "West? Uh...". She turns around and looks over a few things, "There was a merchant caravan that went out there last week, kinda. They really don't go west though, for the most part they're lumber traders from further north. I don't know when they'll be back, considering they come and go as they please. That's about it, sorry".

"It's fine, I'll see you around".

Biding the clerk goodnight, you leave the guild and find a nearby Inn. There's one that you find after walking a few blocks that looks relatively clean.

A room for one night is a decent chunk of your day's earnings, but for the chance to sleep in a bed for a change it's worth it.

> You have lost: 75 Copper Coins!

Heading up to your room, you lock the door behind you and start settling in. Your new claymore, still untested, goes off but stays within your reach before you move onto your armor. You dread the worst, but the metal plate easily comes off your form. It doesn't look like it's doing anything strange even as you put it into a pile on the floor, so you walk over to the room's window.

The view's not too bad, despite not really overlooking anything other than the nearby street. At least the it's a clear night, so you've got a nice, clear shot of the stars in the sky. Really, it all comes together well, the moonlight illuminating the quiet town around you, your dark room, the writing glowing on your window pa-

Wait, what?

Your eyes snap down to right in front of you, where flowing, but glowing red, script is forming on the glass.

> You can see this, right?
> Good, good.
> I know you're there, Dreadknight.
> And I think we can be of mutual benefit to one another.

> And that's where I have to leave things for tonight, work night and all that. Same as yesterday, I'll be picking things off here tomorrow at around 4 pm EST. See you all then.

>>2345754
What if your a hunter looking for game?

>>2346028
one is to provide food to live.
The other is killing for jollies.
(I take issue with trophy hunting if you can't tell, exceptions for conservation reasons that take advantage of trophy hunter money.)

>>2346057
So you okay with Cecil the Lion dying? Monster!

Just kidding. I'm just yanking yer chain, I mostly agree with you there.

I don't like hunting endangered, species but if there are game reservations with guides that help the overall species of animals prosper, while sacrificing older individual animals to pay for it, or hunting for food, I'm down for it.

I think there should be exceptions for invasive species like wild boar or pigs in places that have no nature predators, and will eat everything and destroy crops, then I think "sport hunting" to save on culling costs would be overall beneficial to everyone.

>>2346160
Generally speaking invasive species aren't even protected by seasonal limits.

Back now, working on the next part.

>>2347261
Qm, are you the same storyteller that ran Evoker quest and ember's edge?

>>2345868

Experimentally, you tap a finger against the glass, just to make sure what you're looking at is real.

> Stop that.

Yeah, it's real. The question is where the hell is the sender? They have to be nearby if they're able to see you...

You take a few minutes to thoroughly check your room for anyone hiding, making sure there's no false walls in your closet and that no one's under your bed. With a huff, you return to the window to see some new text is there.

> I'm no where nearby, if that's what you're wondering.
> Seriously? Under the bed?
> Just speak aloud, I can hear you that way.

Your response?
> Ask who the speaker is
> Ask where the speaker is hiding
> Ask how the speaker is able to communicate with you
> Just go to sleep, no reason to deal with this
> Other

>>2347297

Nope, my other quest on here is Artificer Quest.

>>2347304
"The fuck you want, and dont go spouting out what i am. i am pissed enough already adn i dont want a lynch mob or the fucking paladins on my case "

>>2347304
> Ask who the speaker is

>>2347304
>>2347309
Similar amount of expletives, but ask what their proposal is, and how much it will take them to fuck off

>>2347309
>>2347310
>>2347331

Basic run down it is.

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>>2347304

Thinking it over, you might as well start this off simply, "So, who the fuck are you, and what do you want?"

There's nothing for a moment, in which you feel like a complete idiot for talking to a piece of glass, before the text starts up again.

> Charming.
> As for who I am, well, I'm hoping to show you that if we can meet face to face. I'm not involved in this little game of succession Dygteus is trying to play, but I am terribly fascinated by all of it.

"Bullshit," Crossing your arms, you glare at the text, hoping to convey your anger over the situation across whatever medium you're talking through, "I'm already pissed enough from being thrown into this 'game', I'm not going to risk getting involved with you when there's already fucking Paladins coming into the area. So, start explaining what the hell you want, or this conversation is over".

> So much anger, but it isn't unfounded.
> And I was getting to that, until you cut me off.
> I'm an unknown in these parts but I have eyes everywhere

At the words, two thin red eyes blink open upon the glass and stare at you. You're taken aback by the suddenness of it, but they don't appear to do anything before fading away.

> I have information and a bit of influence. You have ambiguity, for now, and experience beyond my own in combat. I believe the mutual benefit is rather obvious here?

You don't speak up, thinking to yourself for a few seconds. Whoever this individual is, they don't really seem hostile to you, but then again that's almost something to suspicious of in and of itself.

> Or, you can't waste your time here in Warlington, collecting grass to pay for an overpriced inn until a demon comes along and tears out your guts.

That's... also a possibility.

> Well, what do you think?

Your response?
> Agree, ask where the speaker wants to meet up
> Don't commit, ask to meet first before you do
> Reject, you can't risk it
> Other

>>2347417
>> Don't commit, ask to meet first before you do

>>2347417
this>>2347422
and use profanity

>>2347417
>Don't commit, ask to meet first before you do

>>2347417
> Don't commit, ask to meet first before you do

>>2347297
If he were the MC would be a lesbian.
instead of a dude.

also that QM moved to akun/fiction.live

>>2347447
>>2347431
>>2347429
>>2347422

We'll continue this later then.

Writin'

>>2347417

"I'm not going to make a deal through a bloody window pane," Scowling at the fading text, you contemplate flipping off the window before thinking better of it, "Where are you currently? I'll meet up with you and we can talk more about this then".

> Hmm...
> Your caution is understandable.
> I'm within the Briar Glen area right now, so if you head over here we can talk.

You narrow your eyes at that new nugget of information, "I've heard some interesting things coming from that area; you're behind it all, aren't you?"

> And if I am?
> Just joking, you'll be able to verify what's happening when you get here.

"Alright," Sighing to yourself, you walk away from the window, "I'll be seeing you soon. Now fuck off; I need some damn sleep".

> I'll be in the outskirts of the city at night, that's where you can find me

With that, the text fades away and you settle in for the night.

You were right, it's a damn nice change of pace to sleep on an actual bed for once. Too bad morning comes all too quickly.

Forcing yourself to abandon the comfy confines of your room, you head out of the Inn once you've got your armor back on and contemplate what you're going to be doing next.
> Go check by the Adventure's Guild
> Go check out the market
> Leave for Briar Glen now
> Other

>>2347492
>> Leave for Briar Glen now

>>2347492
>> Go check out the market
get supplies

>>2347492
> Go check by the Adventure's Guild

First guild for job, then Glen, then market for supplies to complete both might be the most efficient.

>>2347492
> Leave for Briar Glen now

>>2347429
Support

>>2347666
>>2347510
>>2347505
>>2347502

Looks like the general consensus is head to the market for supplies then head for Briar Glen.

Writin'

>>2347492

Well, you have someone, or something, of rather dubious nature that wishes to talk to you. Might as well keep digging your hole in the ground deeper and deeper...

You're not going to be stupid about this, though. Which means that you're going to want some supplies to make sure you don't starve to death.

Heading down to the market, you find a few stalls that are selling basic supplies. Of them, you find a few decent enough deals and decide on what to buy.

> Ration Packs, Five Copper Coins each
> Simple Bandages, Two Copper Coins per roll
> Water Canteen (empty), Ten Copper Coins each
> Glaemoroth Region Map, 1 Silver Coin

What are you buying? (Current coin: 1 Silver, 50 Copper)
> Write in

>>2347782
>> Simple Bandages, Two Copper Coins per roll
5
> Water Canteen (empty), Ten Copper Coins each
> Glaemoroth Region Map, 1 Silver Coin
> Ration Packs, Five Copper Coins each
6

>>2347795
Support if able

>>2347795
hate to be broke but that looks like a good spread for our purchases

>>2347795
>>2347909
>>2347910

Alright, going for broke it is.

Writin'

>>2347795
rip money

money just jingles and gives you away anyways, not very good to have a lot on hand when you're a man of our skillset.

>>2347933
Isn't the entire point of being a mercenary to make money?

>>2347782

Coins are great, but they're not going to help you out in the wilderness.

At least, that's what you tell yourself when you pull out every last coin on you and hand it over in exchange for your purchases. The merchant was kind enough to throw you a free rutsack into the deal so at least you have something to put away all your new gear.

> You have lost: 1 Silver and 50 Copper Coins!

> You have obtained: 6 Ration Packs!
> You have obtained: 5 Simple Bandages!
> You have obtained: 1 Water Canteen (empty)!
> You have obtained: 1 Glaemoroth Region Map!

The map cost you the majority of your coins, but at the bare minimum you won't be getting lost while you're in this region.

With all your gear stowed away, you steel yourself for the coming journey.

> Roll me three 1d100+5's please

Rolled 60 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2347970

Rolled 69 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2347970

Rolled 56 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2347970

>>2347989

That's a 74, Bare Success.

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>>2347970

The first day of the trek isn't that bad, the fact that you're still within familiar terrain making it rather easy. You save up your provisions that night and snack on another hunting kill. Might as well take advantage of it while you still can.

The next day you leave behind the prairie and begin hiking up into a set of rolling, rocky hills. The going's far rougher than before, but you can manage for the most part regardless of how trying it is. When night comes, though, you just find a small alcove to hide under and munch on one of your ration packs.

The third and last day starts easily enough, as you can see the beginnings of the dark forest that surrounds Briar Glen when you start off in the morning.

You're traveling along another rocky outcropping when instincts flare. The only warning you have is the faint sound of wings flapping and a black blur flying at you before the area around you explodes.

Despite making it to the ground in time, you can feel debris ping off your armor. Pushing yourself to your feet quickly, you've got your greatsword in hand when the dust suddenly clears.

What stands behind you is an absolute titan of a man clad in plate armor, appearing to practically float across the ground as he turns around to face you. You shouldn't be surprised at this point, but the set of two glowing red eyes within his helm give you pause.

All thought of figuring out the situation end when he reaches behind his back and pulls free a rough metal blade, pointing the end of it right at you.

[b]DREADKNIGHT GERALDUS, THE RELENTLESS TALON[/b]
> Go all out, try to end this here and now
> Test out his defenses, see what tricks he's got
> Stay defensive, try to wear him down
> Try to run, you have no idea if he's got backup
> Other

>>2348102
>Other
>Go invisible and disengage

I think running might be a good idea here. He got the jump on us and we dont know if he has back up.

>>2348102
>> Test out his defenses, see what tricks he's got

>>2348102
>Test out his defenses, see what tricks he's got

I feel like this is the dude who was in the windowpane, and it was bait.

>>2348102
>> Test out his defenses, see what tricks he's got

>>2348102

> Turn invisible, summon an illusion of ourselves and have it flee in panic, when they attempt to chase it, we stab them in the back.

>>2348121
>>2348119
>>2348118

Test defenses it is.

> Roll me three 1d100+5's please

Rolled 82 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2348159

Rolled 71 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2348159

Rolled 99 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2348159

>>2348172
There's that Morgan luck!

Rolled 63, 9, 20 + 5 = 97 (3d100 + 5)

>>2348159

[DREADKNIGHT GERALDUS ACTIVITY]

>>2348172
Lol

>>2348172

That's a 104 versus 68, Success.

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>>2348102

You're tempted to just go right for the kill here and now, but showing your hand early on against someone who has clearly seen combat would be risky. Better choice would be to keep things simple for now.

And that's exactly what you do, as you lead into the fight by side stepping his first slash and jabbing for the breaks in between his guard.

The guy's good, you'll give him that, but he's throwing his weight around and trying to just bully his way through the fight. It'd probably work on someone else, but you've fought against Claire so many times you could do this in your sleep.

Despite moving like he's floating over the ground, you know that having that heavy armor is going to impair his movements, so you stick on the balls of your feet, jinking back and forth to throw off his aim. You block and deflect the first few slashes, wincing a bit as your arms struggle to withstand the punishment. Waiting patiently, your efforts pay off as the enemy Dreadknight begins to struggle to keep up with you and you're doing more dodging than blocking. It doesn't last long, though, as he jumps back after the second missed swing to gain some distance.

Your opponent drops his shoulder and charges at you with his shield, covering himself as he bring his blade around for another attack. The charge balks when you slam your own shoulder right into his shield, knocking him off balance and forcing him to continue his attack while on the back foot.

It misses entirely as you duck underneath it, getting right inside his guard you get to work by first stabbing your claymore into the gaps between his plate mail and ripping the sword up. Blood sprays out as you do, a portion of it splattering over yourself that you pay no mind to as you continue to brutalize your enemy.

By the time the Dreadknight pushes you back, your sword's drawn a heavy toll for his negligence, though despite the blood now staining his plate armor, the titan of a man doesn't seem too bothered by his wounds. The impromptu staring contest ends when he suddenly pulls a javelin from no where and throws it at you with his shield arm.

You're able to dodge to the side in time, though it is a close call. Looking back up at the Dreadknight, you question just where he pulled that from.

DREADKNIGHT GERALDUS, THE RELENTLESS TALON
> Go all out, you've drawn this out long enough
> Keep going at this pace, no need to strain yourself
> Shift to a defensive stance, see what he does while cornered
> Try to run, you've tangled with him long enough
> Other

>>2348314
>> Keep going at this pace, no need to strain yourself

>>2348314
>> Keep going at this pace, no need to strain yourself

>>2348314
> Shift to a defensive stance, see what he does while cornered

>>2348314

> Keep going at this pace, no need to strain yourself

>>2348314
> Keep going at this pace, no need to strain yourself
bet this sucka never sparred with the dark lord.

>>2348314
>> Keep going at this pace, no need to strain yourself

>>2348319
>>2348320
>>2348324
>>2348329
>>2348331

Same pace it is.

> Roll me three 1d100+5's please

Rolled 80 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2348333

Rolled 32, 25, 68 + 5 = 130 (3d100 + 5)

>>2348333

[DREADKNIGHT GERALDUS ACTIVITY]

Rolled 92 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2348333

Rolled 97 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2348333

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>>2348342
Snicker Snack

Is everything alright?

>>2348456
QM is probably in bed.

>>2348464
Should make a post letting us know.

>>2347942
Making dough is fine, keeping it on you at all times is probably a bad idea though

>>2348539
magical pocket dimension pockets for our gold when?

>>2348464
>>2348456

Sorry about that, passed out right after my last post. I'll be back same time as yesterday.

>>2348342

That's a 102 versus 73, Success.

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>>2348314

Ignoring the javelin, you stalk forwards towards the enemy Dreadknight. You've got the advantage here, in both condition and speed, and there's no way in hell you're going to give those up.

Quickening your pace, you resume the fight with several more testing jabs, all of them reflected off that massive iron buckler of his. This doesn't dissuade you, as you're just waiting for the inevitable counter attack.

He doesn't keep you for long, pushing back against you before reaching out with that massive blade of his in a horizontal slash. You duck and push your claymore up, sparks flying as several dozen kilos of metal flies over your head, before you step into his guard once more.

Your own greatsword slashes up right into that same wound you created earlier, leaving the weapon wedged between his plate you let go of it and smash your shoulder into his chest. The Dreadknight heaves as you twist, grab an edge of his armor in one hand, before punching right into the damaged section with your other.

You can feel your armored gauntlet creak and groan from the impact, a jolt of pain running up your arm accompanying it, but it's all worth it as you see his chestpiece, a stark sheet of gray stained with his own blood, crack.

Taking a step back, you yank your claymore back into your hand, getting it up just in time to take a rather late, but no less heavy, shield bash. The force of the blow alone sends you skidding backwards, your armored boots digging into the rock and dirt as they attempt to retain purchase, which they eventually succeed at.

Adjusting yourself back into a ready position, you're just in time to see the Dreadknight get picked up by an absolutely massive Great Crow, the dark shape rapidly shrinking as it makes a long, slow turn to head back out over the prairie.

You and the man, whoever he is, lock eyes for a while as he is carried away, his sword arm lying limp at his side and his armor practically in pieces. He'll be back, at some point, that much you gather is practically guaranteed.

After making sure he's gone, and that there's nothing else in the area, you give yourself a moment to breathe. It hasn't been that long since your last fight, but even still that was enough to get your blood pumping.

Taking stock of yourself, you note that aside from being a bit sore, your left arm in particular, and your claymore showing some signs of stress from the fight, you got through that in one piece.

You are slightly splattered with blood, which is an issue for about a minute before your armor makes a strange creaking noise and the blood is suddenly gone. Despite the troubling implications of that, you note that at least the damaged gauntlet is now practically good as new.

Now, it's time to get to Briar Glen proper; you've got some questions for your damn mystery speaker.

> Roll me three 1d100+2's please

Rolled 43 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

>>2349194

Rolled 39 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

>>2349194

Rolled 4 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

>>2349194
You know, the next this happens maybe we should try harder to actually kill the guy if it was going to run, since these guys actually return stronger each time if we don't kill them and only hurt them.

Rolled 73 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

>>2349194

Rolled 60 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

>>2349194

>>2349228

That's a 45, let's see what that gets you.

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>>2349194

Coming down from the hills, your pace is immediately slowed down upon discovering that the forest in front of you grow on top of some kind of marshland. Thick rivers of mud and muck crisscross between the overgrowth and grabs at your boots every time you step in them.

The wet slop sticks to your heels and you make a mental note to thoroughly clean your legs sometime soon lest you lose your feet to boot rot.

Thankfully, the muck doesn't last that long, though thanks to it and your run in with that Dreadkight, it's just becoming dusk when you make it to Briar Glen.

The town, or rather the large village, is a quiet place; a few people walking around but other than that there's nothing else going on. No market, no caravans, and no signs of outsiders.

That, of course, means that you attract a hell of a lot of attention as you walk through the town in search of the center of it.

It's indicative of just how small this place is that you find an old, weathered stone fountain. The thing must have been put in during the original construction of the town and it's still capable of pulling up water from whatever source it's placed on top of.

Sitting down next to it and pulling out your canteen, you pull off your muddy boots and get to work cleaning off your footwear and feet.

While you do, you consider how to handle your coming meeting with whoever the hell contacted you.
> Just go straight there
> You've got magic for a reason, might as well use it
> Don't go, this was a stupid idea
> Other

>>2349336
>> You've got magic for a reason, might as well use it

>>2349336
>You've got magic for a reason, might as well use it

>>2349336
>> You've got magic for a reason, might as well use it

>>2349336
>> You've got magic for a reason, might as well use it

>>2349336
>nagic

>>2349456
>>2349449
>>2349416
>>2349365
>>2349357

Magic it is.

> Roll me three 1d100+2's for effectiveness please

Rolled 90 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

>>2349535

Rolled 90 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

>>2349535

Rolled 60 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

>>2349535

>>2349538
>>2349541

That's two 92's, Success.

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>>2349336

By the time your boots are done drying, you've decided to play this safe. Yeah, sure, you could probably get away with just walking right up to whoever this person, or thing, is and getting this over with but for fucks sake you didn't survive getting dropped into Hell just to die to an amateur's ambush.

With that, you slip on your boots and get to your feet. In order to properly pull this off, you're going to need a moment unseen for the misdirection to work. Sighting a small alleyway, you walk over to it and turn the corner.

Once you know that you're out of sight, you focus on your magic and let it loose. In the same second, you drop out of vision and a complex illusion comes into existence just in front of you. You can feel the beginnings of a headache coming on as the strain of holding an Invisibility and Major Illusion simultaneously, but it's a somewhat familiar pain and you don't let it interrupt your concentration.

With a thought, your illusionary copy strides out of the alley with your invisible form following just behind it. It's a good thing that the sun's below the horizon at this point since even being invisible doesn't mean you don't occupy space, and thus cast a shadow. The devil's in the details and all that...

You mentally order your duplicate to walk out of the town and turn around a building, appearing to lean against it and overlook the forest ahead.

Meanwhile, you actually slink into the forest itself and start scanning the area for your mysterious contact. If this person, or thing, is lurking about they're going to notice your illusion and stake it out.

Mind games were never really your strong suit, but sometimes you've just gotta do it.

Apparently your trick worked, as a few minutes later you spot a figure in a dark, hooded overcoat peeking around a tree at your illusion. The figure doesn't seem to have noticed you, even as you approach from a blind spot.

Now what?
> Call out to them
> Drop your illusion, see how the figure reacts
> Sneak up and disable to figure, no chances
> Other

>>2349784
>Get behind them
>"Boo"

>>2349791
Support

>>2349811
>>2349791

Sneaki Breeki

> Roll me three 2d100's please

Rolled 13, 12 = 25 (2d100)

>>2349860

Rolled 28, 74 = 102 (2d100)

>>2349860

Rolled 79, 73 = 152 (2d100)

>>2349860

>>2349888

That's a 79, Success.

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>>2349784

Clearly, this person, whoever the hell they are, planned this out to some extent. And if there's one thing that you can't stand, it's someone thinking they can lead you around by your nose.

So, clearly, you've got to mess up whatever little schemes this person has planned just to keep things even.

Making sure to step carefully, you slink right up to the hooded figure, luckily not making a sound as you do, before dropping your Invisibility.

"Boo".

That word alone is enough to get a reaction, as the person practically jumps a meter into the air before whirling around to face you.

"Wha?" The voice belies the fact that the individual is a woman, a fact that's confirmed when her hood falls down to reveal her face. You really can't tell her age, but she's definitely younger than you are. Regardless, it is a bit amusing watching her look between your illusion and yourself, at least until you disperse it while she's looking at you, "How did you pull that?"

You just snort at her question; there's no reason for you to willingly give up your trick, "Don't worry about it. Who the hell are you anyways". Despite knowing there's no way she can see your eyes, you unconsciously narrow your eyes as you look her over, "Are you even the person who contacted me?"

That gets a wicked grin out of her, eyes suddenly shifting from a normal, if a bit unique violet to a pair of harsh red slits, a set of three eyes like the ones you saw on that window pane along each one of her cheeks, "Is this better?"

Laughter spills from her lips, mostly cheerful but it caries an undertone of mild mockery. It makes you frown a bit, only relaxing back into something more neutral when her traits recede into something more approaching human.

"So, now we're here, face to face," Smiling at you, the woman looks up at you somewhat expectantly, "I can't imagine you went through all the effort to get here, nice fight by the way, just to say nothing; so speak".

Your response?
> Ask what her name is
> Ask what she's been getting up to here
> Ask her how her powers work
> Say nothing, just stare at her
> Other

>>2349984
> Other
"Why are you contacting me?"

>>2349984
>What's your deal going to cost me? I don't mean in coin.

>>2349984
>> Ask what her name is

>>2349984
>> Ask what her name is
Who is this?

>>2349984
>> Other
What do I have to do to make you fuck off?

>>2350040
we could have said we weren't interested back at the inn.

>>2350042
ah yes, forgot we had the choice to ignore the plot hook back then.
I'll switch my vote to
> Say nothing, just stare at her

>>2350047
>>2350030
>>2350023
>>2349994
>>2349989

We have some questions.

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>>2349984

For a few seconds, you just stare at the young woman in front of you. Despite your expectations, and her own actions, she doesn't really seem all that malevolent for someone who's apparently up to her neck in this demonic bullshit.

You see her start to sweat a bit, a twitch shoots through her eyes as it looks like she's struggling to return your gaze.

Oh, yeah, right; you're wearing your helmet right now. Just staring at her probably looks all kinds of creepy.

"...What's your name?" You start out calmly, making sure to keep your usual bite out of your voice, "Unless you want me to call you 'young woman' constantly".

At your words, the young woman relaxes a hair, her shoulders lowering a bit underneath her coat, "Verona. I'm Verona, Warlock to the Chaos God Dragon Hyancia. And you are...?"

"...Morgan," Despite your hesitance over offering up your name, you are trying to keep things civil here.

"Mor-ga-n..." Verona slowly pronounces your name, as if testing how it feels to speak it before smiling thinly, "Morgan, Dreadknight to the High Lord of Hell Dygteus".

"Just Morgan," You face twists up a bit in response to hearing your... 'benefactor's' title, causing you to reflexively grunt out a response.

The Warlock's expression gains a rather catty quality to it at your words, "Fine, just 'Morgan' it is".

"Verona," Deciding to cut to the heart of the matter, you speak up a bit more forcefully, "Why are you contacting me? What is this deal going to cost me? And I'm not talking about a cost in coin here..."

"You're so cautious, Morgan. Don't worry, I don't have the skill set or the power to mess about with your soul. As for the deal, I told you that I need someone skilled in fighting on my side," Leaning forwards, Verona stands up on her toes and mimics looking into your visor, "Are you shy and you're just being coy~? Is that why you wear that helmet all the time? C'mon, take it off!"

Your response?
> Ask who she wants dead
> Ask exactly what she's willing to give you in return
> Ask how she became a Warlock
> Ask something else
> Just stay quiet

And
> Humor her, take your helmet off
> Ignore her jabs, leave your helmet on

>>2350129
>Protigy

but in all seriousness
> Ask exactly what she's willing to give you in return
>Why exactly do you need someone with combat skills?

>>2350129
>> Ask who she wants dead
>> Ask exactly what she's willing to give you in return
Question her eagerness to have us remove our helmet

>>2350129
>> Ask who she wants dead
>> Ask exactly what she's willing to give you in return
Gotta know the details of the job before accepting it. Who, what, when, where, and most importantly pay.

> Ignore her jabs, leave your helmet on

>>2350129
> Ask exactly what she's willing to give you in return
>Why exactly do you need someone with combat skills?
> Ignore her jabs, leave your helmet on

>>2350146

I seriously misspelled that... Now I've gotta fix that or it's going to bug me.

>>2350146
>>2350158
>>2350165
>>2350172

Looks like we'll be asking exactly what the terms of the deal will be, and keeping our helmet firmly on our face, tomorrow. See you all then, same time as before.

>>2350129
> Ask exactly what she's willing to give you in return
Take off our helmet, but make an illusion that gives us a dead skeleton face/skull look!

>>2350264
I like that

>>2350129
>Ask exactly what she's willing to give you in return

> Humor her, take your helmet off

>>2350129
> Ask exactly what she's willing to give you in return
> Ignore her jabs, leave your helmet on

>>2350264
If we don't do the illusion then keep the helmet on.

>>2350129
>> Humor her, take your helmet off

But cast an illusion so that we look like her to fuck with her.

>>2350264
This would be fine too.

>>2350443
That is too obvious, she would be surprised but only for a second before it becomes obvious. Death skull look for a dreadknight to the king of the underworld fits and is more believable.

>>2350467
Of course it's obvious.
we sound like a dude, it's not meant to be a serious disguise.

>>2350443
Backing

>>2350467
supporting

>>2350129
>> Ask exactly what she's willing to give you in return
>>Why exactly do you need someone with combat skills?
>> Ignore her jabs, leave your helmet on

>>2350158
>>2350165
>>2350172
>>2350264
>>2350308
>>2350330
>>2350373
>>2350419
>>2350443
>>2350449
>>2350467
>>2350473
>>2350673
>>2350680
>>2350683

Alright. Looks like we've got a few popular write ins. So we'll do one more vote, and I'll leave things open until I start things back up.
> Ignore her barbs, leave your helmet on
> Humor her, take your helmet off
> Screw with her, make yourself look like a skeleton
> Screw with her, make yourself look like her

>>2350746
Humor her

Also bro you don't cast a shadow because you occupy space, things cast shadows because they block light. Just make our invisibility an imperfect spell that still casts a shadow.

>>2350746
>> Ignore her barbs, leave your helmet on

>>2350746
Ignore her barbs, leave your helmet on
I'm just going to go with this since we can pull the illusion on her at a later date.