>>2355201

Call his bluff. It's a mercy for the slaver, really, considering how reluctant he was even to offer the stock to us due to her deficiencies - incommunicable AND wounded. We don't need to pay a high price for damaged goods.

....what are we doing in a slave market anyway if we don't have a lot of gold, incidentally?

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>>2355208
"And that's with the discount is it?"

The man narrows his eyes. You think you hear the words, fucking corpsebreather, under his breath--which is really quite uncalled for. Yes, you're an alchemist, and yes most of them do smell of death, but you make perfumes for god's sake and you're pretty sure you washed up this morning. Or was it yesterday?

"With the discount sir, it comes to 12."
"I'll give you 6."

The man actually laughs out loud, his large eyes bulging out his head like a frog's. "6 sir? 6!" He looks behind him with false incredulity. "Sir I couldn't buy a dog for 6 sovereigns."
"This slave looks to be no better than dog. And maybe worse."

The man pales at that. "W-well, sir, be that as it may, 6 sovereigns--I mean I didn't even pay--"
You hold up your hand and lay the coins out on the table beside you and slide them forward. "Sir, please--" He starts again.
"I think we both know you're not going to sell this particular item for a long time, if at all. And spare me your lies on how you got her and for what price. 6 sovereigns." You tap the table. "To take her off your hands. One less mouth to feed."

The man works his jaw but in the end swipes the gold, jams it into his pocket and unlocks the cage with small a key from a long ring on his belt. He pulls the girl out, without any of the softness slavers don't possess in the first place, nearly throwing her to the ground in his haste. The elf is small, gaunt, dressed in what can only be called rags. Her face and body are covered with dirt and little splotches of dried mud. Her nose is small and button like, her hair a pale, white gold, her ears pointed--as is characteristic of elves--and her eyes large and green. Pretty in some ways, though her sullen and lifeless expression destroys any beauty she might possess.

The man goes into the back of his shop and returns with some paperwork and and an inkwell and a stamp. You give your thumbprint and sign the dotted line and the man puts a collar around the elf's neck and puts its leash in your hand.

"Good day to ye sir." The man says, in a way that sounds more like good riddance.
You nod and lead your new slave into the busy, noontime heat of the market. It's unlikely you'll ever do business with that man again and the whole concept of slavery itself leaves a bad taste in your mouth, not to mention the expense--but you think you came out of that pretty well. You needed someone around the house to cook and clean and since the usual eventuality of a wife seems to be becoming more and more improbable and since assistants cost way too much, a slave seemed like the best choice. So you saved for three months and bit the proverbial arrowhead. You look behind at you at your purchase and the elf immediately looks down at her feet. You wonder if this was a good idea after all.

>Attempt to speak to her again in Elvish
>Just head for Gunter's stall
>Get lunch; the slave looks like she could use a meal and you're a bit peckish yourself

>>2355275
Lash the slave, establish dominance.

>>2355275
Just head for Gunter's stall

>>2355275
>Get lunch; the slave looks like she could use a meal and you're a bit peckish yourself

>>2355315
Supporting this.

>>2355315
This.

No point in keeping a hungry mouth if you can't feed it.

>>2355315
I like food

>>2355275
>Get lunch; the slave looks like she could use a meal and you're a bit peckish yourself
I mean we can try to speak elfish to her as we are walking there

>>2355281
>>2355291

Briefly, you consider establishing your dominance to this slave. You remember reading somewhere that it's important to do it early so they don't give you trouble later or try to run. And you even go so far as to raise your hand to strike her, but when you see the scars along her arms and legs--little white marks on the almost golden flesh--your hand grabs her arm instead to inspect it. The Elf flinches but does not resist. Her wounds have wrinkled in such a way that they could only have been made with pure iron, the bane of all Elves and a torture more painful and severe than any you can imagine.

You try and remember the few words of Elvish you know and rearrange them into something coherent. "Your master last did this you?" The Elf says nothing, but looks up again in the sheer surprise of hearing her mother tongue so far from home. She nods and looks back down. You sigh. Disciplining a slave is one thing, but this looks to be the kind of punishment exacted with relish and pleasure. You don't have the heart to add to it even a little and she's not given you any excuse to do so yet.

Instead, you decide to get a meal. The Elf looks starved and you're feeling a little peckish yourself and it's only noon. There's hours left before you have to head back. You drift through the market stalls searching for an appropriate place to sup. There's the small noodle stand you normally visit whenever you come here. It's cheap and the food is good and the cook is kindly and reminds you of your late mother. But perhaps you should eat somewhere else on account of the slave? What do Elves like to eat anyway?

>Head for the noodle stand, she seems in more need of quantity than quality anyway
>Head for somewhere a little more fancy, with a roof and chairs
>Just buy something to go, no reason to dally

>>2355399
>Head for the noodle stand, she seems in more need of quantity than quality anyway
she will need something with lots of nutrients and calories.

>>2355399
>Head for the noodle stand, she seems in more need

>>2355418

This. Also, I doubt fancy place would accept either of us. When was the last time we bathed for certain? Because we seem to be unsure.

>>2355425
Supporting. Noodle stand should be fine

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>>2355418
>>2355423
>>2355425

You take a seat at the stall and the slave waits behind you until you usher her to a stool. She looks very confused sitting next to you, almost afraid.
"Well, well, if it isn't my favorite customer." Says Rosalind. The wrinkles around her eyes curl back as she smiles.
"Hello Rosalind, everything well?"
She waves her rolling pin at you. "How many times have I told you sonny? It's Rose. Rose! Rosalind makes me sound like an old woman. Do I look like a geezer to you?" She pouts. As far as you know Rose is pushing 70 and has outlived two husbands and a score of lovers, but you humor her anyway.
"Of course Rose, wouldn't dream of it."
"I'm a young soul." She says, turning back to her dough. "My 2nd husband used to say that, bless his heart. And who's that?" She squints at your slave, who in turn shrinks from the gaze. You open your mouth to answer--but, come to think of it, she never did give you her name.

>Ask her again
>Just make up a name, she's your property now anyway
>She's your new slave

>>2355440
>Ask her again
if she doesn't have one, cant remember or wont tell we can just give her one.

>>2355440
>Ask her again

>>2355440
"A new help. Didn't catch the name - I figured I'd wine and dine her first in your fine establishment before I began prying. 'sides, I'm starving after today's shopping, and she looks mighty peckish herself."

>>2355440
>>She's your new slave
It may be a bit awkward, but I doubt she's going to give it out. She doesn't talk, after all. Let's just say this

>>2355440
>Ask her again

>>2355446
>>2355448
>>2355456
>>2355462
>>2355479

You turn to her again. She's moving her eyes back and forth like a wild animal. First to the other people in the stall and then Rose and then you and then back to her feet. "What name you?" You ask, after some silent sounding out of tricky Elvish vowels. You think you see her open her mouth to say something, but in the end she closes it without a sound. Does not know how to speak? Or is she incapable? Or is she just afraid?

"New help." You say and leave it at that. Rose frowns.
"Could use some new clothes and a bath and a hot meal."
You hadn't considered new clothes or a bath, but you suppose she'll need those as well. This is turning out to be more of a hassle than you first thought.

"Figured I'd feed her first." You say.
"I was talking about you." Says Rose. "When's the last time you washed that shirt?"
You look down at what once used to be a shirt of uniform color but now is stained in places purple and red and yellow by chemicals. "These won't come off." You say. "Believe me, I've tried. Even Griffin blood doesn't work."
"So buy some new ones--the usual?" She asks, glancing to the slave.
You consider asking the Elf what she wants, but you figure you'll just get silence again and order two of what you usually have: rice noodles with meat combo.
"Yes. Make it two."

Rose nods. "No charge for her."
"You don't have to do that."
"I know I don't have to, sonny. I want to. Anything she likes in particular? Elves like beef right?"
You don't even know how she came up with that little factoid, but then again you don't know anything about Elven eating preferences either, so you just nod.
"Good. I'll give her some extra. Looks like she can use it. And get her some new clothes too."

You've already spent half your money on this slave. New clothes seems like overkill--but looking at her again, her rags don't exactly become her.

>You'll buy some clothes with whatever you have left over today. Secondhand, thrift stuff.
>You'll head for the tailor right after this and get some new threads for yourself and her
>You have some old clothes back home she can wear

>>2355523

>You'll buy some clothes with whatever you have left over today. Secondhand, thrift stuff.

We sound like the sort to go to thrift shops. Not to disparage thrift shops, of course.

Let's thank Rosalind as well, we're a regular so we're probably in friendly terms with her.

>>2355523
>>You'll buy some clothes with whatever you have left over today. Secondhand, thrift stuff.

I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got 4 sovereigns in my pocket

>>2355523

>>2355539

>>2355523
Give her our old cloths, she is a SLAVE not our payed for gf.

Don't go all bowel of eggs on me /qst/.

>>2355590
Supporting this

>>2355590
giving her own childhood clothes feels way more personal than buying her some secondhand to make her look presentable desu

>>2355418
>>2355425
>>2355432
>>2355423
Just so you know, shocking a starving digestive track with too much calories too fast can shut it down.

>>2355646
Superior elven physiology suffers not from such human qualities

>>2355650
sure, and I suppose you'll be headpatting her for 30 minutes straight?

>>2355590
This. We can't afford for more, it seems

>>2355662
I thought we bought the slave for housework? We're a busy alchemist, not a headpat connoisseur

>>2355676
I'm getting Teaching Feeling vibes from this quest

Just don't go feeding her pink plants.

>inb4 OP is kill

>>2355684
Reference

Me 'ead

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>>2355539
>>2355559
>>2355563

You sigh. "I have some old clothes back home." You mutter.
"Why the new assistant anyway?" Asks Rose. "I thought you worked alone?"
"Not by choice." You say. "Actually I've recently been looking into other kinds of work and figured I'd get some help around the house to better focus on it."
"Perfume trade not working out?"
You nod. "I mean we're a border town, so I've always lived off the little tourism we get here but even that has trickled down since those silly dragon rumors. Now all we get are crazed adventurers and treasurehunters. And they don't want perfumes, they want painkillers and tranquillizers and blinding powder. They want poisons that can stop a kobolds heart before it can shout for help."

"Pity. I always did like your perfumes. I still use the red one you gave me for my birthday you know." You do know. You can smell it on her right now, rose water with a hint of orange. Not one of your finest works, admittedly, but you've gotten a lot better since then, and its the thought that counts.

She puts out two steaming bowls in front of you. The slave's has nearly twice as much meat as yours does and she looks at it, licking her dry lips and swallowing, but doesn't touch it.
"What's wrong? You don't like it?" Asks Rose.
The slave gives you a look of sheer panic.
"C-can I eat this?"
It takes you a second to realize that she just spoke, her Elvish is strongly accented and she has a mumbling, stuttering way of speaking--to the point that she's almost incomprehensible-- but you think you understand.
"Yes." You say. She immediately snatches the fork and plunges it into the noodles, bringing it to her lips, opening her mouth and then...stopping. She turns to you again and this time you can't quite make out everything she says. She did mention something about punishment and you're pretty sure you heard the word iron in there.

"Eat. No punishment. Promise.". She seems to doubt you, staring at you and then at the food and then at her feet. But finally she slips the fork into her mouth and closes her eyes and trembles from sheer pleasure. She eats slowly, savoring each bite and about halfway through she stops. You guess that she's been starved so long that she can't very much at once. But for the first time you see a small smile break on her lips, which dies the moment she notices you looking at her. Her eyes return to her bare, scarred feet and she begins to wring her hands.

You eat your meal in silence, letting Rose entertain some new customers. When you go to pay for both meals, Rose only takes the money for your meal. And when you try and protest, but she tells you to save the money for some clothes for the slave and wishes you luck on your new venture. You thank her and head straight for Gunter's, occasionally looking back at your slave as you walk. She's gone back to her sullen and dead demeanor.

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>>2355724
You find Gunter dozing, as usual, on a hammock strung between the poles of his stall, his straw hat and the tarp keeping the sun from his eyes and his snoring keeping out all the noise of the market. You cough loudly, but this does little to rouse him. It's not until you give a solid kick to the pole that he jumps up, snorting and shouting profanities about Orcs.

"Fuckin' a." He says, rubbing his eyes. "Oh its, you Seabass." He yawns, throwing his legs over the hammock. "Usual stuff today?--woah who's this then?" He leers at the slave.

"New help. And no I'm going to need some other reagents this month."
"New help?" Gunter bends down, bringing his massive body close to the slave's face. The slave goes rigid and points her whole body down. "Didn't think you were the sort to buy slaves, Seabass. I mean there're other ways for a man of your caliber to get your dick wet, you know? ...prostitution for one." Says Gunter, exploding into laughter that shakes the entire stall.
"Hilarious. She's just doing housework so I can focus on reorienting my business."
"Or sure. That's what they all say." He says, yawning again and moving to his display. "So, if not the usual frankincense and myrrh, what can I do you for?" He gestures to the boxes of shroom caps and wriggling insects, and seeds and dried skins and the various philtres of powdered crystal and clear liquid on their stands.

>Buy some death caps and hydra buds to focus on making poisons
>Buy some phoenix ashes and jejunebugs to make analgesics
>Buy a combination of fire powder and some dyes to make incendiaries and smoke bombs
>Buy something else entirely (write-in)

This is waifu simulator, isn't it?

>>2355741
>Buy something else entirely
Things for healing potions, all of those are situational. Where as healing potions are always needed.

>>2355753
Fuck I hope not. I wanna be an alchemist without all the waifu shit.

I wanna read the quest but I don't wanna vote on anything.

>>2355763
A mix of this and >Buy some phoenix ashes and jejunebugs to make analgesics.

They're almost the same, just healing supplies in general.

>>2355767
OOC: I don't mind lurkers but I suggest that you at least break ties so I can update faster.

Also brb, gonna get some food.

>>2355741

>Healing potions

>>2355741
>>Buy some phoenix ashes and jejunebugs to make analgesics

>>2355741
>Buy some death caps and hydra buds to focus on making poisons

>>2355741
>>Buy some phoenix ashes and jejunebugs to make analgesics

>>2355741
>>Buy some phoenix ashes and jejunebugs to make analgesics

Also phoenixes must be pretty common when their ashes can be bought for cheap in provincial towns.

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>>2355772
>>2355779
>>2355804
>>2355813

You pull out a small composition notebook, frayed and falling apart by years of use and chemical exposure. You made a shortlist of the things you planned to buy, but with all the glorious components in front of you the possibilities ping back and forth in your head like a game of marbles. It's hard to resist overspending but you still need to save some money for food and rent, especially now that you have another mouth to feed.

You're original plan was to buy some ingredients for making poisons--nothing too potent, you don't have the equipment for that, but toxic enough to help adventurers with their kobold genocide. You were aiming for quantity over quality, since there's usually a high demand for such things. But there seems to be a sale today on phoenix ashes.

"Oh yeah." Says Gunter, when you inquire. "Coupla "heroes" came in last week with bags of the stuff. Took me three days to grind it all. Apparently some nutbag was using troll shit to grow redweed. They caught him cause he was stealing sheep to feed it--can you believe that? Fuckin' a man this place is going to shit, I swear."
"And how much for the jejunes? If I buy them together?"
"What, you making painkillers now?"
"Pivoting the business, yes."
"Makes sense I guess. How about 2 for the ashes and I'll throw in the bugs--you want 'em dead or alive? Dead is another sovereign, alive, I can do 3 silver."
"Any queens?"
"Queens are an extra 2 silver. I got two."

Jejunebugs are notoriously hard to harvest. Their spit sacs only produce the analgesic fluid during times of extreme starvation, but starvation also makes them jittery and aggressive and they start attacking and eating each other. You can't just separate them either since they don't seem to produce the spit unless they're exposed to other jejunes (no one has yet provided an explanation for this phenomenon). Really the only way to do it is to keep a constant eye on them, it's labor intensive but with a queen and some work, you can grow a colony and never have to buy them again. Of course, they also smell like a mixture of ammonia and rotten eggs and you're not sure you're landlady is going to appreciate yet another complaint about your habits.

>Buy them dead, it's not worth the hassle
>Buy them alive and get the queen, you're on a budget here
>Just buy the drones, you'll harvest them at home

>Buy them alive and get the queen, you're on a budget here

>>2355896
>budget option

>>2355896
Constant watch seems like too much of a hassle for a single line of product desu and will cut into research and rest.

>>2355896
>>Buy them alive and get the queen, you're on a budget here

>>2355896
Jejunebug terrarium OP!

>>2355896
we got a slave now don't we? Go with the budget option

>>2355896
>budget option

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>>2355912
>>2355920
>>2355949
>>2355969

More labor is better than more money. Besides, maybe you can have the slave keep an eye on them. She just has to tell you when they start fighting, it's not brain surgery.

"Yes. I'll take them alive and the queen as well." You can clear out the terrarium you bought for that basilisk egg fiasco (though the chickens do lay tasty eggs) it should work just as well here. Gunter grabs a pair of tweezers and carefully plops several of the bugs into a closed box with airholes. Then he takes a few spoonfuls of the phoenix ashes and puts them into a small paper bag. You hand him 3 sovereigns and he returns 7 silver, leaving you with the equivalent of 4 gold.

"Anything else today?"
Doing a quick calculation for food you determine that you'll need 2 gold to feed two people for a month, and then you'll need a silver for the carriage home. That leaves enough for some more reagents, although you did want to visit the bookshop. You're still mostly unfamiliar with making restoratives, it's the price of being self-taught, so you could use a guide. That'll run you another gold and few silver. On the other hand you just spied a set of Chimia alembics which would be perfect for distilling the jejune extract.

Gunter wastes no time in capitulating on your interest. "Just got these babies fresh from the capital. State-of-the-art Chimia brand, see the seal there? This ain't a knock-off." He slides it over to you. "Feel that. Cool as a naiad's nipple. It's made from dwarven glass, zero heat escape."
"It's...beautiful." You caress its fine curves. You must have this.
"You bet your ass it is. And it's 2 gold for the set and not a half-penny less." Says Gunter, snatching it back. Your stomach falls.

>Buy it, buy it, buy it!
>You need the books more, an alchemist must be better than his tools afterall
>Try and haggle him down

>>2356074
>Can we pay him off in installments? We're good for it after all, we've been buying from him for ages.

>>2356074
>>You need the books more, an alchemist must be better than his tools afterall

>>2356074
>You need the books more, an alchemist must be better than his tools afterall
get more skills to get more money, and then by fun shit, more financial security.

>>2356074
>books

>>2356101
This. We can't use the alembic if we don't know how to make the potions.

>>2356101
>>2356107
>>2356109
>>2356110

You imagine all the fragrances you could extract with that alembic. It'd be concentrated enough to dilute one thousand times over--but, you have to remind yourself that there's no point to making more of something no one is buying.

The great Lavoz once wrote that an alchemist must be greater than his tools and more skillful than his reagents. An alchemist makes not with his hands, nor his ingredients, but with his mind. And in that (heavy) spirit, you tell Gunter that you can't buy it today.

"Well I'm sure it'll be gone by the end of the week." Says Gunter, not helping at all. "I guess you've got your mind on other curves eh? Eh?" He winks and laughs again. You look back at your slave, who's staring at a still beating troll heart suspended in a glass jar with her mouth slightly open. You pull just a little on her collar and she immediately jumps out of her fascination and looks down at her feet.
"Like I said. She's just going to do housework." You say. "I'll be back next month."
"Yep. Till then Seabass." He says, returning to his hammock.

The bookshop is run by an old crone whose name is so long that people have just taken to calling her Mam, a portmanteau of mother and madam. She doesn't really like you, mostly because you just come into browse and window shop and never actually buy anything. Once or twice you've even copied some sections of her books surreptitiously, and you're certain she knows though she's never actually said anything.

Today however, you plan to buy. You already know exactly which books you need, it's just a matter of deciding between them. Come to think of it, maybe it'd be a good idea to get a book on Elvish, to brush up on the little you learned in your boyhood. There are no strict textbooks on the language, given that you're quite far from any Elvish lands and such an interest would be esoteric at best, but you do manage to find a small dictionary.

You look at the three books in your arm, whose sum total comes to 1 gold and 4 silver. You have a thin treatise on modern crystallization methods, which you were planning to use on the ashes to better purify them. Then there's a book on some different recipes for basic restoratives and a book on insect cultivation. You were going to buy all three, but if you buy the dictionary you'd only be able to buy two.

You sigh, looking at the Elf. She seems as much fascinated by the bookshop as the troll heart and is running her fingers along the spines. She stops as soon as she notices your eyes, pressing her hand against her thigh and casting her gaze downward, occasionally glancing up to gauge your reaction.

>Drop the book on crystallization
>Drop the book on insects
>Drop the book of recipes
>Drop the dictionary

>>2356188
>>Drop the dictionary
As we get to know the elf we can learn from her.

>>2356188
Drop the dictionary

>>2356188
>Drop the dictionary
I really wanna get it but, monies first. We can always come back for it.

>>2356188
>Drop the dictionary

>>2356188
>Drop the dictionary

>>2356188
>Drop the dictionary

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>>2356226
>>2356246

You put the dictionary back. You should be able to get by with what you know and moreover it doesn't make sense to exhaust some effort (and money) over a slave. After all, she should be the one learning your language not the other way around. And if anything, you can learn the language straight from her. Probably.

You put the books under your arm and head for the counter. The pruned old crone is reading a thick volume of a script so old it can only have existed when she was young. She looks up from her thin, half-moon spectacles and her mouth meshes deeper into its perpetual frown.

"Actually buying something today I see." She says, cutting straight to the bone. She inspects the books one by one and writes down the sale in a huge ledger. "That comes to 1 gold and 4 silver." She says. You slide the coins over but her attention has been caught by your slave. There's a strange look on her pursed face, curiosity maybe, or perhaps just constipation.
"Oh. This is my...er, slave."

Her eyes narrow at the word. She looks down at the coins and counts them and puts them into a small lockbox with a slit at the top. She looks at the elf again and then begins speaking rapidly in Elvish. The Elf snaps her head up, starts to reply, but then closes her mouth and looks at you. She looks as though she's about to cry.
"What did you tell her?" You ask. "Wait, Mam, you speak Elvish?"
She ignores your questions. "Did you do that?" She asks, pointing to her wounds.
"What? No, of course not. This is how I found her. I only bought her today."

"Hmm." She says, disappearing for a moment behind a beaded curtain that leads to the back of her shop. She returns a minute later with a small lidded jar, opaque and filled with a sweet smelling cream. "Apply this to her wounds. It will help with the pain and discoloration." She says, returning to her book.
"Um. I don't-I mean the gold was--"
She stares at you. "Take it, boy and be gone." She says, waving her hand. You obey.

You turn to leave--but then stop. The old crone seems to speak fluent Elvish, perhaps you can have her ask the Elf some questions. For her name at least.

>Get your slave's name from Mam
>You'll figure out later, and you'd rather not try Mam's patience any further. Head home.
>Ask something else through Mam

>>2356254
>>Get your slave's name from Mam

>>2356254
>You'll figure out later, and you'd rather not try Mam's patience any further. Head home.

Don't need this liberal putting ideas into our slaves head, not this early into the game anyway. Its better that we name her, asserting our power over her in that way is good for psychological conditioning.

>>2356254
>Get your slave's name from Mam

>>2356254
>>You'll figure out later, and you'd rather not try Mam's patience any further. Head home.

>>2356288
this...honestly isnt bad. By treating her nicely and in contrast to her previous master we establish that she's better off with us and make her more loyal. Naming her is a good way to show her whose in charge.

>>2356288
>>2356293
>>2356301

No. You can find out later if you really need to, or name her yourself. But it's best not to try Mam's patience. You always feel a strange sense of unease around her. You pull on the leash again and the slave follows you into the street. You browse the shops for another few hours, buying fresh fruits and vegetables and some meat from the butcher to sustain the two of you for the next month. That slaver better not have been lying when he said she could cook.

All told your shopping trip and the carriage home leaves you with just a single silver coin and some change. It breaks your heart to see your hard earned gold disappear so quickly, but you tell yourself it's an investment for the future. You bring your slave up the stairs into your dingy apartment. It's a small modest studio with a built-in kitchen and bathroom. You have no furniture, just a single long table and a freezer powered by some spell you don't have the credentials to comprehend. The room doubles as your lab. You sleep on the floor on a mattress made of old blankets and take your meals on a smaller table that sits outside in a veranda over looking the town.

The room is quite clean, it has to be given the sensitive nature of some of the reagents you handle. You watch slave pinch her nose and sneeze several times as she enters. "Strong smell I know. Sorry. You get used to, promise." You say. The smell is at least pleasant, it's all the residual perfumes you've made over the years and it drives the other tenants below you (all 2 of them) crazy. You head immediately for the terrarium on the table and pour your jejunebugs into them.

The slave remains where she is, looking around the room, waiting perhaps, for a command.

>It's been a long day. Have her help you unload the groceries, then let her rest if she's tired.
>Have her unload the groceries herself and then prepare dinner while you get started on your work
>Have her rest for now while you start on dinner

>>2356379
>It's been a long day. Have her help you unload the groceries, then let her rest if she's tired.

>>2356379
>>It's been a long day. Have her help you unload the groceries, then let her rest if she's tired.

>>2356254
>You'll figure out later, and you'd rather not try Mam's patience any further. Head home.

>>2356379
>It's been a long day. Have her help you unload the groceries, then let her rest if she's tired.

Help her in the sense of "pointing to where things should go". Then settle in i guess don't know if the bugs need watching immediately.

>>2356379
>It's been a long day. Have her help you unload the groceries, then let her rest if she's tired.

>>2356379
>>It's been a long day. Have her help you unload the groceries, then let her rest if she's tired.

>>2356379
>It's been a long day. Have her help you unload the groceries, then let her rest if she's tired.

>>2356420
Supporting this.

>>2356401
>>2356417

"Put everything there." You say, gesturing to the bags and then the cabinets above the wood stove. She seems to understand immediately and gets to work. You return to inspect the bugs. They're still several days from the starvation state, for now all you have to do is give them water. Not wanting to go all the way to the well to pump water, you decide to head for the bathroom with a small mug and take some water from the bucket you fill every morning. You wash up a little while you're at it and the cool water feels good against your dirt and sweat covered skin. A small mirror hangs for dear life from a nail in the wall just above the bucket and from the reflection you decide you probably need a haircut and a shave.

You grab a pair of scissors and a razor and get to work, putting the excess hair into a small paper bag that you can use later for experiments. Finally, you put some water into a small dish and place it in the terrarium. Already the insects have begun secreting their smelly waste and even with the cover, it will not be long before the entire room smells less of lemons and whale oil and more of urine and sulfur. But such is the price of business.

The slave has already finished putting away the food and seems to have busied herself in preparing something to eat. Indeed a few minutes after you settle down with your books she brings you a platter of apples and peaches arranged in a colorful circle, then waits and watches you while you enjoy them. When you offer her some she hesitates as she did at the noodle stall, but eventually and cautiously takes a few pieces for her own. "Is this alright? She asks, trembling. You feel a twinge of pity for the slave, as you imagine what kind of treatment she must've have suffered to keep asking such questions. You merely nod and look back at your work.

"Rest, if you want." You say. "Ah. But, dinner later. You make. Yes? You point to the stove and she nods. "But later. Rest now.". She nods again. And then...heads for the veranda and lies down on the cold floor. Granted you don't have a bed, but there's more than enough space on the floor for her to lie down. And you have the blankets, they're old but they're clean. Why the veranda?

>Inquire.
>Leave it alone and get back to work

>>2356493
>>Inquire.
>Inquire.

>>2356493
>Leave it alone and get back to work

>>2356493
>Inquire

>>2356493
>>Leave it alone and get back to work

>>2356493
>People voting to ignore the elf slave, missing the point of Teaching Feeling Quest.

>>2356493
Oh, and
>Inquire

>>2356502
>>2356516
>>2356538

"Um. You." You still don't know her name, you realize. You get up and move to the thin wooden screen that serves as a door between your room and the veranda. She immediately bolts up. "Why uh, sleeping here?"

She gives you a confused and scared look. Then rattles out a few Elvish words too quick to comprehend.

"What? Speak slow. I no understand."

"Smelly" She says, pointing at the room. "Hot.". It is rather hot today and the breeze out here is pleasant. And you have little to say about the smell. "I must sleep inside? She asks, shaking in the fear that she's done something wrong.
"No. No. Do what you like." You say, waving her concerns aside and smiling for good measure. But she doesn't lie down again until you're back at your desk.

You spend the remaining daylight hours poring over the new books you bought. In particular:

>"Modern Crystallogenesis" so you can start purifying the ashes immediately
> "Entomon Politismos" so you can up the yield of the jejune extract
>"Restoratives and their Methods Vol 1" so you can better refine your methodology and perhaps learn some new recipes.

>>2356549
>> "Entomon Politismos" so you can up the yield of the jejune extract

>>2356549
>"Entomon Politismos" so you can up the yield of the jejune extract
gotta produce in bulk, then increase quality. basic /biz/

>>2356549
>>"Restoratives and their Methods Vol 1" so you can better refine your methodology and perhaps learn some new recipes.

>>2356549
>>"Restoratives and their Methods Vol 1" so you can better refine your methodology and perhaps learn some new recipes.

>>2356549
> "Entomon Politismos" so you can up the yield of the jejune extract

>>2356549
>"Modern Crystallogenesis" so you can start purifying the ashes immediately

>>2356549
>>"Modern Crystallogenesis" so you can start purifying the ashes immediately

>>2356549
>"Modern Crystallogenesis" so you can start purifying the ashes immediately

>>2356552
>>2356553
>>2356561

You decide to start with the book on insect cultivation. It's divided into three parts with a 3-4 chapters in each part. Part 1 deals with insect biology and anatomy, it's fairly basic stuff but covers a broad exposure of species and has detailed diagrams and drawings which may prove useful in the dissections. Part 2 is much more technical and deal with the care and structure of insect colonies. There is even a section on the cultivation of scarabs (the family to which the jejunebugs belong).

Finally the last part seems to be a mix of secondhand accounts of the so called "megainsecta" that sometimes evolve through aberrant magic exposure and the authors own philosophical ramblings on insectology being a metaphor for the existence of the divine, and insectologists being the most noble science and god's fondness for beetles and etc etc.

>Roll 1d20 to see how much of the book you comprehend, what you learn, and how far you can get through in one sitting

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>2356610

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>2356610

>>2356614
>>2356616
fuck we're illiterate

>>2356606
OOC: Shoot I just missed this, which would have tied the vote. I'll give a +1 to the roll to make up for my oversight.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>2356610
The arthropoda uprising shall begin, fuck birds!

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>2356610

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>2356610

>>2356614
>>2356616
>>2356623

>9, 5, 7: 0 successes

Unfortunately, the book is written in a dense academic style with frequent references to other texts that you don't possess (and you're not sure even exist anymore) so you barely make any progress. The only thing you manage to learn is the author's propensity for obscure insect-related terminology and undefined abbreviations. In sum, the book is basically incomprehensible.

You wasted nearly 7 silver on this book and you now feel like throwing it as hard as you can at the wall. Instead you take a deep breath and head toward the veranda for some air. Your eyes fall to the slave girl who is still sleeping. She's crouched up in a fetal position with her hands clasped to her chest. You can't help but notice her terrible wounds again, purple borders the wrinkled flesh, ironblight you think it's called. It's like a perpetual bruise. The girl starts to whimper in her sleep and twitch. Her breath comes quicker and shorter and she's begun to sweat.

>Wake her--she must be having a nightmare and it's time for dinner anyway
>Observe her, it's not safe to wake someone abruptly

>>2356673
>Observe her, it's not safe to wake someone abruptly

>>2356673
>Observe her, it's not safe to wake someone abruptly

>>2356673
>>Wake her--she must be having a nightmare and it's time for dinner anyway

>>2356679
>>2356695

You observe her, being careful not to disturb her sleep. A nightmare is only an illusion and will not harm her but to be yanked from the dreamworld can cause madness and even death. So you wait. Her trembling gets worse, she begins to mouth words and eventually gives them voice. Most of it you can't understand, but two words stand out which she says over and over: "Have mercy." The dream eventually crescendos and she startles and finally wakes. Her eyes slide over to you, standing above her and she quickly gets to her feet.

"Sorry. Sorry." She says, wringing her hands. "Sorry."

You're not sure what she's apologizing for but you tell her its alright and to come in and to prepare dinner. She gets to work immediately, perhaps trying to stave off some imaginary punishment she thinks may be coming.

You return to your book again, trying in vain to comprehend the difference between macrochaete and macropterous when there is a knock on your door. Strange. You don't know anyone who would come seeking you at this our. Truth be told, you don't know anyone who would come seeking you at any hour. You don't have many friends. The knock comes again and now an urgent voice follows:

"Are you Sebastian Sondheim?"

You run to the door and throw it open. "Yes I'm--" You see man and then the blood covering his clothes and the young girl in his arms, pale, unconscious. Behind them, you can see Nina, the younger daughter of the landlady. She's biting her nails, almost the entire hand in her mouth.

"You're a doctor right? Please help her! Please!" The man's face is tight in desperation.
"N-no I'm...just."
"Help her Seabass, give her one of your potions or something." Says Nina. You flash her a deathglare and then lick your lips. There's no actual doctor here for miles, he'd have to take a carriage to the town.

>Bring them and at least inspect the girl
>Don't get involved. You're just a perfumemaker for god's sake

>>2356794
>Don't get involved. You're just a perfumemaker for god's sake
if she gets worse who are they gonna blame?

>>2356794
Let them in, inspect her. Even if you cant help you cant tell them to fuck off. It may not even be something major. Make sure to tell them as they are coming in that their is very little you can probably do.

>>2356800
They will blame YOU if you don't at least let them in and take a look. You don't have to give her anything.

>>2356794
>Bring them and at least inspect the girl
Potential for profit, imagine if we were the first to discover and cure a new disease.

>>2356794
>Bring them and at least inspect the girl
at least take a look, if we dont take any kind of look, it'll make us seem worse.

>>2356794
>Bring them and at least inspect the girl
get our elf assistant ready and bring a bowl of clean water to wash hands.

>>2356828
>>2356836

God damn it. There's little you can do in this situation. You're no doctor but you can't just tell them to go away.

"Alright. Come in. Put her on the blankets." The man charges in past you and lays the girl down. You note now that the blood is actually not the girls. The man is wounded himself in several places. Despite the leather that adorns his chest and back, both are covered in slash marks.

You go and wash your hands in the bathroom and then grab the bucket of water and bring to the girl, in case you have to wash any wounds. "What happened?" You ask, looking from the man to Nina, who is still hovering by the door.

The man swallows, wiping his face. "We-we were in the forest." He says. His accent is heavy. A southern man. There were four of us. We were looking for kobold lair we'd heard rumors of." He wipes head. "There were four us and...we were ambushed. There were lizardmen with them. We tried to fight but..." He stifles a sob.

"OK, but what happened to her?" You check her eyes and her pulse. Both erratic. She convulses occasionally and there's bits of foam at her mouth.
"I don't know. She was hit with one of their arrows."
"Where?"
"I don't know." He moans.
You tear open the girls clothes, not caring for her modesty and inspect her body. There's blood seeping from a wound just below her armpit. It's little more than a scratch, but the wound has inflamed to the size of your fist and is turning green.

"OK. She's been poisoned." You say, more to yourself than anyone else. You have some antidotes in the freezer that you've been working on, but you're not sure of their potency. You can also just shove phoenix ash down her throat and clean, bleed and dress her wound. That should take care of whatever poison is coursing through her veins--and anything else besides. But you'll have to use a lot of it, almost half of your entire stock--and you just bought it. An entire gold piece just gone. You might as well cut off a finger.

"So? Do something Seabass!" Says Nina. God how you hate this woman.

>Give her the antidote, and pray she lives
>Force the ash down her throat--then make sure this adventurer pays you back

>>2356921
>>Force the ash down her throat--then make sure this adventurer pays you back

>>2356921
>Force the ash down her throat--then make sure this adventurer pays you back

>>2356921
>Give her the antidote, and pray she lives

>>2356921
>>Force the ash down her throat--then make sure this adventurer pays you back

>>2356921
>Give her the antidote, and pray she lives
>Force the ash down her throat--then make sure this adventurer pays you back
Both. If we fail or she dies, we're gonna get evicted.

>>2356921
>Force the ash down her throat--then make sure this adventurer pays you back
at least with this method we know she'll live

>>2356921

>Force the ash down her throat--then make sure this adventurer pays you back

>>2356921
>Force the ash down her throat--then make sure this adventurer pays you back

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>2356921
I would honestly say both.
>Force the ash down her throat--then make sure this adventurer pays you back
if we only have one option
but BEFORE doing anything ask both her companions for consent on the actions, refuse to do anything without it.

>>2356972
They barged into our home and demanded help, in a fantasy land. We have the means, so we're saving the girl's life.

Take your Political Correctness and fuck off back to /pol/.

This seems like a very interesting quest. Please do continue :)

>>2357019
think you got that backwards newfag.

>>2357019
Whoa who bit you

>>2356921
wait if the potency of the antidotes are in question couldn't we just give her a double dose? 2 antidotes instead of half our ash.

>>2356928
>>2356929
>>2356930
>>2356933
>>2356944
You groan. 1 gold sovereign. 10 silver pieces. 100 copper. 200 half-pennies. Just gone. But, what's money to a little girl's life right? Right. You get up and grab the bag of ashes, taking a handful and dumping it into a mug of water. You mix until it forms a grayish slurry and bring it back to the girl.

"Hold her head up." You command. The man lifts her up and you force the slurry into her throat, slowly, so she doesn't choke, but enough that she has to swallow. "Keep her upright for a bit." You get started on cleaning the wound but she starts to convulse even worse than before. Her whole body begins to shake uncontrollably. She looks like a rag doll in the hands of an angry toddler.

"What's happening!" Screams the man.
You sigh. An entire gold sovereign. You feel like crying. "It's normal." You say. "The reptilians favor a kind of neurotoxin that shuts down the central nervous system. Right now the ash is flushing it out. It'll come out through her sweat in a second or--" She suddenly heaves and vomits. Most of it gets on your blankets. A little of it gets on your clothes and face. "Or through expectoration." You say, wiping your cheek.

You resume your work, puncturing the wound with a hot needle, draining the abscess and then dressing the wound with some bandages the man already had on him. Afterward, the man brings the girl downstairs to Nina's room to rest. Nina stays behind for reasons beyond your understanding.

"I need to talk with him." You say. "After she recovers."
"What for? And who's this?" She asks, pointing to your slave, who in all this time had stopped her work to watch the proceedings and is now busy setting the plates. Whatever she's cooking smells better than anything you've made in the last 4 years.
"That phoenix ash wasn't cheap. I'm talking sovereigns." You say, mostly to yourself, as Nina seems more interested in the Elf. "How am I supposed to stay in business if things like this happen? Nina, are you listening to me?"

"Oh stuff a sock in it Seabass. But who is this? She's an elf right? What's with her arms? Where'd you get her? She's a slave right? She's pretty. Well except for those scars. What kinds of things did you buy her for Seabass? Huh? Well?" She seems to be getting increasingly angry for some reason. She's biting her nails again and now twisting a lock of her short, curly red hair around her finger.

1/2

>>2357063
"Look Nina, I need compensation. I can't pay rent if I'm giving away half my stock of ash to the first sap that comes through the door. Saps you force on me."
"But you have enough to buy slaves do you? What'd you buy her for? And did you get a haircut?"
"I need her."
"For what?"
"What business is it of yours?"
"Maybe I should tell Mother about this? Two people living in an apartment for one."
You grind your teeth. This creature is the bane of your existence.
"What do you want from me Nina?"
"Why did you buy her?" She asks.
"For housework. Cooking, cleaning, laundering clothes, work around the house. That sort of thing."
"And that's all."
"Yes! And what else would there be?"
She takes her hand away from her mouth and shrugs. "I don't know. Nothing I guess." She says, grinning.
You close your eyes and count to 10. The smell of the food helps enormously and strangely so does the smell of jejune waste.

"Nina. Will you let me know when the girl awakes? I need to speak to them before they leave."
"Ugh. Don't be such a miser, Seabass. This is why no one likes you." She says, heading for the veranda and opening the sliding door.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm getting some air in here. Smells like vomit and..." She sniffs the air. "Roses."
Your slave sidles next to you and tugs on your shirt. "What? Oh, right." It seems dinner is served.
"Look, Nina, just please let me know when they decide to leave. And now if you'll excuse me..." You gesture to the door. She doesn't budge, just stares at you. You clear your throat.
"What. Oh, you're having dinner." She says, not moving..
"Leave." You say, going for a more subtle approach.
"Seabass, I must say you don't have much of a mind for manners."
"Leave, please" You say.
"You know I'd be willing to put in a word with Mother. She might cut your rent for the month. How much was that weird powder thing? 2 sovereigns? Three? One word from me and it's cut from your rent."
You narrow your eyes. This is the serpent offering an apple.
"What do you want?"
"How mercenary. Can't I do it out of the kindness of my heart? You don't know how to trust people Seabass. This is why people don't like you."
"I thought it was because I was miserly."
"That too."
"What. Do you want?"
"Nothing. Sheesh." She stares at her fingers. "Well, I mean, as a courtesy for such a favor you could at least let me join you for dinner?"
You actually laugh, but she's silent "Wait, you're serious?"
She frowns and touches her fingers together. "Well, I don't know how to cook and I'm always just eating out unless Mother's home so..." She mumbles.

You can feel a massive stomachache coming on. Just the thought of sitting down and sharing a meal with this organism gives you the sweats. On the other hand, it's 2 gold sovereigns off your rent. It'd be a big help this month since you're not sure how sales will go initially.

>Fine. Invite her; you can bear it. You can try.
>Absolutely not. You'd rather take your chances with the man

>>2357106
...do we even have the food? how much did our elf make? do we have enough for all 3 of us? or is one of us gonna go without.

>>2357106
>Absolutely not. You'd rather take your chances with the man

This woman is the reason i'm a closeted misanthropist kek. Miss me with that blackmailing shit.

>>2357106
>Fine. Invite her; you can bear it. You can try.
save monies

>>2357106
>Fine. Invite her; you can bear it. You can try.
We can eat outside with or elf girl. She eats inside.

>>2357106
>>Fine. Invite her; you can bear it. You can try.

>>2357106
>>Fine. Invite her; you can bear it. You can try.
As long as we get through to her that we really need the money, this shouldnt be a problem

>>2357106
>>Fine. Invite her; you can bear it. You can try.

>>2357136
>>2357137

You look to the food. It seems there's enough for two, if both you and the slave eat conservatively (which you always do out habit anyway). But 2 gold is 2 gold. And you've just had a sudden bright idea, one that destroys your stomach pains completely.

"Alright." You say. And the red-haired, freckled creature brightens instantly. "But you'll have to eat downstairs. I don't have enough chairs."
"What, is the slave gonna eat with you or something?" She chuckles.
"Yes." You say. "She made the food, only fair she gets to eat some of it. I mean you can eat inside too, on the floor, but I figure you'd be more comfortable downstairs."
"But there's not even enough left for two people."
"I'm not that hungry." You say, offering her the plate. She takes it, but reluctantly and all her mirth seems to have gone. "So you'll put in a good word for me?" You ask.
She looks up from the food.
"To your mother."
"Oh." She says, quietly. She nods. "Sure, yeah."
You clap your hands. "Great! And now if you'll excuse me." You lead her to the door.
"Yeah. Sorry for intruding." She says. "Oh. What's her name?"
"Who?"
She gestures with her eyebrows to the slave.
"I don't know yet. She doesn't say much and only speaks Elvish. Maybe I'll give her a new one."
"You speak Elvish? I didn't know that."
"Yes. I grew up in Eastmarch. Lots of Elves there. Anyway, enjoy your meal and actually I'll need that plate after you're done. I don't have many plates."
"OK. OK. Wait!" She puts her arm through the gap in the door before it closes.
"What?"
"Why don't you just come downstairs and eat? I mean have plenty of chairs. We can eat out back. It'd be more comfortable than here right? Right?"
Damn it. No good excuses come to mind. And "I don't want to" isn't much of an excuse. You were so close. You can feel the stomachache coming back on in full swing.

"Yeah. Alright." You command your slave to bring the plates downstairs to the backyard and she looks confused but obeys without question. The yard is mostly an open field with a small pond that you've been trying to get permission to use. There's also a small chicken coop you built after the basilisk fiasco. Your chickens are fast asleep now, but in the morning you'll be greeted with fresh eggs.

Your slave sets up the plates on the table while Nina grabs her chairs. The man comes out a little later to thank you with tears in his eyes. Seems like the girl has woken up and is fine now and just resting. It's a good feeling, and almost makes up for having to eat dinner with the Beast. The man then surprises you further by pushing a small red gem into your hand. You're no jeweler but from its size and color, you'd guess its a reptilian blood diamond, a shard of hardened mineral that sometimes grows into horns on their foreheads. It's value is easily 4 or 5 sovereigns, maybe more. But more importantly, it has anti-coagulant properties that can be used to make potent poisons.

>>2357234
But you can't get out of the dinner now, it's already done. And to take the gift while you've already been recompensed seems like bad karma.

>Take it, you deserve it
>Counteroffer: he's an adventurer, you're an alchemist, surely there's a deal to be made here
>Refuse it, explain that helping people is all the reward you need

>>2357238

>Take it, you deserve it


network, but dont be stupid. this guy got his girl almost killed, he's not really worth working with.

>>2357250
>Take it, you deserve it
If the redhead gets bothersome about the gem, tell her it is useful in several alchemical stuffs

>>2357234
>Take it, you deserve it
Humbly rake and thank him.

>>2357234
>>Take it, you deserve it
a discount on rent and monies? schweet.

>>2357234
>>2357238

> Take it, you deserve it.

Let him know we'd be happy to do business with his party later.

>>2357250
>>2357273
>>2357288
>>2357319
>>2357339

You quietly pocket the gem and pat the man's shoulder. You're not a greedy man but karma be damned, you deserve this. You thank him and the man goes back inside and thanks Nina as she comes out. You tell the slave to sit and she gives you a look like you just asked her to fly. It takes a few moments and some broken Elvish to make her understand that she can eat at the table. And even then she's fearful and reluctant.

The dinner is phenomenal and you end up eating your fill mostly because Nina spends the entire time just chatting about her day and how handsome all the adventurers coming from the capital are and her sister's wedding and million other things you don't have the slightest interest in, instead of eating. Your slave eats little as well, despite your goading. You suspect the food was made only for you and that she was planning eating the leftovers afterward. You'll have to address that habit at some point. You have no use for a slave that's starving and unhealthy.

After dinner (which goes later into the night than you like because of Nina's ramblings) you head back upstairs only to realize that your blankets are still stained with the vomit of the little girl. You only have one clean blanket left, and although you take it for yourself without hesitation and although the Elf goes back outside to sleep (likely because of the smell) it isn't long before the temperature drops outside and you can hear the Elf shivering.

Now that you think about it, you never did give her any of your old clothes. She's still in rags out there. It's Nina's fault, if she hadn't burst into your evening with her nonsense...you sigh. It's not too cold inside. And you don't feel sleepy. And there'd be no sense in disturbing her sleep now. You take the blanket, head to the veranda and throw it over her. You watch her shaking slowly settle and then head back inside to light a candle and open a book and resume your work.

Starting tomorrow she sleeps inside.

END OF SESSION

>>2357341
Cool
When is the next session?

>>2357346
OOC: Next week, same time, same day. I'll try to a session sometime before then (maybe Thursday or Friday) but don't hold your breath.

>>2357351
thanks for running, was interesting.

>>2357351
same thread? i don't usually go on /qst/ but this was fun

>>2357429
OOC: Thanks, I enjoyed myself more than I should have writing the nonsensical alchemy bits. As for a new thread, I'm not sure what the protocol is here, but probably yes, so I can avoid the autosage. Doesn't seem like this board is "alive" enough to care anyway.

>>2357341
Just finished the read. I like it, seems promising.

>>2357474
blame the mods and the constant banning.

>>2357474

You should archive this thread mate.

>>2357523
Done: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Watdo

When lewd the elf slave and make her ahegao

>>2357660
never
elf slave is for feeding and eventual headpats

>>2357019
>Political Correctness
>/pol/

You're new, huh?

>>2358373
What about holding her hand?
I'd like to do that.

>>2357341
Was pretty fun QM, thanks for not letting it devolve into memery like I suspected it might from title

>>2357483
Can you really blame them when they're dealing with this >>2358940 type of degeneracy?

>>2358940
Beatles much?

Now that we clearly have made some "gain" with rent and crystal. We can buy that dictionary

>>2359948
Who gives a shit about some dumb dictionary?! Let’s go get that Chimea Alembic immediately after selling the gem, while we still can!

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>>2359035
We should give her headpats and hugs. We should curl up in a blanket with her to keep her warm and keep the nightmares away with cuddling.
While holding her hand.

>>2359063
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HXLeS_4DImM

>>2361214
Thatd be really creepy to do considering
1)she's clearly pretty tramutized and getting to physical would likely trigger some shit
2)We've known her for like a day
3)We're her slaver

>>2361336
I'm not saying today, but eventually.

>>2360602
It doesn't matter what you if she doesn't understand what are we said to her moron

>>2357341
I enjoyed following the quest, Waldo.
I look forward to catching the next one.

>>2361214
>>2361336
Lets start with bathing and washing her, letting her know what the rules and boundaries are so shes not always flinching in fear of punishment, and massaging the cream that the book lady gave us onto her nekked body!

>>2357341
So far you have highly entertaining characters. I really enjoy this poor, pragmatic alchemist.

>>2361214
And make her eat ALL the eggs.

>>2361214
>>2361385
>>2361831
Can we NOT do that here? Thanks.

>>2361963
This

We are just trying to make a living and the slave is a help, not a wife.

>>2361963
The number of people who are going through the whole slave->headpat gamut for the first time is quite astounding.

So THIS is what it means to be separated from /tg/.

>>2361894
Kekked hard

>>2362023
protag has also clearly decided to get this slave because he felt sorry for her, so all this "break her in" psychological domination stuff is completely off as well.

We should apply the medication that Mam gave us for the slave

>>2362141
I think it was more because he couldn't afford anything else

>>2362023
Exactly. i just wish niggas would understand.

>>2362114
>So THIS is what it means to be separated from /tg/.
They told us it would a good thing for quests. They played us like a damn fiddle!

>>2361963
This so much
We need to get by and make some money. If learning elvish is a luxury we can afford, we *might* try evolving our relationship with her

>>2362114
>/tg/
Let's not bring that up anon, I agree with you on the autism of all this but what's done is done. All we can truly do is work with what we have and not let /qst/ turn into the cancer the shit mods expected it to be.

>>2362141
It seems like it was mostly because mc is poor

>>2362183
>>2362235
This was the primary reason, but he's clearly beginning to feel a sympathy for her. He doesn't have it in him to be a cruel master.

>>2362364
>beginning
>>2362235
>>2362183
it was literally the premise of the quest straight from the original post:
>"These were inflicted? Intentionally?" You can hardly hide your disgust.
Not the outright motivation for why he was visiting a slave trader in the first place, but definitely a deciding factor why this specific slave was chosen for purchase. The only choice was how the purchase would be financed.

>>2362389
He only noticed the scars and wounds AFTER he purchased her, and was just about to give her a fucking whack upside the head to establish dominance.

>>2362400
After some retarded anon said to hit her.

Also, the reason they push the head parting waifu shit so damn hard, is because it upsets you all so much.

>>2362426
Because there are a million other quests who do it just like that, seeming as innocent as possible to appeal to fags.

>>2362525
I'm on your side man, but it's okay to let alittle bit of softness in, just not too much

>>2362525
>Not being an edgelord makes you a fag.
I don't want to go fully waifu shut, but you're really not helping your case.

Just finished reading. I am intrigued, OP, and look forward to the next thread.

>>2362783
Scroll up. Trying to make her a legit version of a this-setting wife-something when we JUST bought her is more than a little bit of softness.

>>2362965
>being a fag
I'm not sure what your argument is. Shut up.

>create superhero quest or adventure quest, harem fags everywhere
>create quest with elf slave with no other apparent plot, anons are anti-waifu

Why can't anons switch?

>>2364125
Because sad scenarios attract decent human beings, while power fantasies just manage to attract fags.

>>2364142
But but... Slave what do is made for powertrinpping harem scenarios once you get some good economy or powerbase and superhero scenarios are made for sad stuff of atlas scenarios, wizard unintended consequences and having hard time finding people to relate or have a peer and forcing a kind of isolation....

Bah humbug!
It really perplexes me how few people see it like that and would just....

Gah!

People will play the quest however they want, there's never a way to make the quest perfect for you, you just vote and hope

>>2364125
>adventure quest

What do you mean by 'adventure'? That's too vague.

I'm Eman Gat.

>>2364880
Fantasy setting, Pokemon, etc...

I vote we fuck the elf slav until it loves us.

>>2365139
Pretty sure there are several...hundred of that kind of hentai out there anon. Slake your thirst first before posting.

>>2364948
I was joking. I'm imitating some dumbass who asked that on the discord. Not sure if the inbreeding made his brain a goop of random matter.

>>2365139
I vote you leave this thread.

>>2365153
>Slake
Damn. My man said "slake". Classy af man. Real rap.

>>2364196
The quest isn't even really any of that though. So far, we're a poor dude that only bought a slave because we needed the cheap help, and said slave is so broken and traumatized that she's afraid to even speak. If anon's first thoughts are harem making and sexing the slave after this first session then they're really fucked in the head.

>>2365193
Aw-shucks anon, you're making me blush.

>>2365345
>4chan (including qst)
>not being fucked in the head

I'm memeing, but also, pick one. Not that I disagree, mind you.

I don’t know what you infidel think problem of making sex to a slave but if it is slave it is our to rape.

>>2365950
See? here's a man with a head on his shoulders. I give you good deal, 30 silvers for my sister, what do you say? What if I throw in goat?