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>>2462330

Looking at a nearby stone, you think about just slamming your face into it to try and force yourself into wakefulness. Or maybe you should just play along and see what this little horror show is all about? Dreams and nightmares all have some basis in your mind, supposedly, so perhaps exploring further will tell you something worthwhile.

>Walk forwards on the stone path

>Grab the stone and begin hitting yourself in the head

>Wait where you are and see what made that howl

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>>2462335
SESSION RESUMED

sorry but I'm going to have to make this little bit a habit

>>2462335
>>Grab the stone and begin hitting yourself in the head

>>2462335
>Wait where you are and see what made that howl
Concussing ourselves is tempting, but I'd rather see what wants to munch on our bones first.

>>2462335
>Wait where you are and see what made that howl

>>2462335
>>Wait where you are and see what made that howl

Called for Waiting!

Writing now!

>>2462335
>>>Wait where you are and see what made that howl

glad this came back

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Aside from giving yourself a concussion with a rock or walking down that little stone path that leads to whoever-knows-where, you decide that perhaps waiting here and finding out what made that damned howl satisfies your curiosity for the time being.

You don’t have to wait particularly long, as a strange animal breaks free of a nearby band of those black trees with a breath-taking leap and landing directly in your face. Panting with flared nostrils, you stare the beast in it’s eyes as waves of heat flash into your face as the creature bares a mouth filled with razor sharp fangs.
The monster returns your gaze, before slowly walking up and sniffing you with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. As you run your eyes along it’s warped, corrupted canine form, a deepening disgust begins to take hold in you. Though it possesses the basic frame of a wolf, there are clear traces of flesh tampering and abuse present with it’s various shadowy appendages and gaping wounds near its chest.

By all rights, this monster should be dead and decayed, but somehow it continues to circle you like a frozen prey animal, sniffing to memorize your scent with bared teeth. Grabbing the nearby rock, you raise it above your head and attempt to end the rotting animal but the wolf-beast easily dodges your attack.
This time you flare your nostrils and perhaps it is your vivid imagination that makes the monster seem to laugh at you, but whatever it is, it certainly succeeds in boiling your blood. Launching a barrage of swings at the creature, you fail at coming close to landing a single hit with the rock, the wolf-beast merely dodging and ducking between your attacks.
After a solid few minutes of continuous action, the effort of trying to touch the creature has you both panting and covered in a thin layer of sweat. In between breaths, you lean against a nearby tree and watch as your opponent confidently strides up a few feet away and tilts its head at you with a maddening display of confusion at your failure.

Throwing your rock in anger, the beast merely ducks and leaps forward fast enough to turn into a solid-black blur in your eyes and diving for your right hand. Before you know it, the seemingly-endless maw of the beast closes itself around your fist and comes together with a sickening crunch as flesh is crushed together with bone. Though you scream in reaction, there is no pain or feeling at all from your hand, and the beast twists its head to pull apart the appendage to your abject horror.
Coming away with your mangled hand, the creature leaps away into the dark as you clutch the bony stump of what used to be your hand in shock. Though blood flows freely from the wound, the entire experience proves surreal enough that you ignore the crimson flow entirely. Leaning against another tree, you simply lift the stump up to your face and stare at the mass of torn flesh and shattered bone.

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>>2462896

”Welcome home, Witch.”

Looking around in confusion, your head swivels to try and determine the direction of the speaker but it feels like the words originated from nowhere and everywhere all at once.

”You didn’t want to take the path I set for you, so I decided to send one of my friends to greet you instead.”

Gritting your teeth, you just continue to look at your bleeding, ruined stump as the arrogance continues drips from the poisonous, unmistakably feminine words of the stranger.

”Did you enjoy his little game?” The voice continues to gloat as irritation manages to override your initial feelings of horror and brings you to your feet once more.

“Yeah, he was a real handful.” You respond venomously as your blood begins to boil once more. “Whatever your game is, I don’t think I need to remind both of us that this is still my territory.”

Silence for a blessed second, and then a slight giggle that quickly turns into a manic roll of laughter. Clenching your good hand into a fist, you simply roll your eyes as you wait for the laughter to subside.

“I had heard you were a feisty Witch, but my, my, the rumors haven’t done your spirit any justice at all,” the Voice giggles out with amusement, ”As for my game, let’s just say I want to give you to take a little test of mine.”

Without warning, the ground begins to shake and the trees make way around you to form three similar stone paths, same as before.

”Be careful where you walk, Witch. You may not like where you end up if you don’t pay attention.”

As you inspect the roads for any differences, you note that the first has a rusty, dented helmet lying in the grass nearby whilst the second has a bloody trail running down the path. As for the third, you find no obvious distinguishing feature, but perhaps therein lies the trick?

Spitting in front of you with disgust, you shake your head as you wonder how you’ve gotten yourself into this mess. With blood again pooling at your feet and nowhere else to go, it seems that you might have to make a decision if you want to get out of this place.

> Take the first path

>Take the second path

>Take the third path

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God I hate not being able to edit posts.

I'm running tomorrow to make up for lost time by the way! Sorry about this session, I really take my sweet time and life seriously likes getting in the way. Always ready to go another round for my players though!

>>2462897
can we hit ourselves with the rock now?

>>2462919
For sure.

But it looks like I'm going to have to resume this session tomorrow when because I'm such an irresponsible retard that I started when most people were getting ready to sleep for work on monday.

Running tomorrow when I have time and on Tuesday when I can!

SESSION PAUSED

>>2463002
And don't forget to feel free to leave votes overnight before I resume!

And I used italics instead of bold.

Let me fix that!

SESSION PAUSED

>>2462897
fuck the voice and decisions. take the first path. use dream powers to make a new hand.

>>2462897
>>2463002
Let's not do the rock thing. I'm interested in seeing where this leads.

With dream logic, it probably stands to reason that since we're bleeding, our hand is bleeding as well. That's reason enough for me to pick the second path. I'd like our hand back, please.

>>2462897
>>Take the second path

>>2462897
> Take the first path

>>2462897
>>Take the third path

> Take the first path

After a day of absolute misery, I'm just going to say that tomorrow I'll get a proper session through.

Apologies but living really sucks. To make up for that I'll write an update or two tonight and have that run into tomorrows session

>>2464963
The curse is real.

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>>2464963
Yeah I lied. Tuesday it is.

Kill me.

>>2465949
Life comes first, and loyal fans will wait as long as it takes.
Just ask the MNQ players.

>>2465958
Or Binder Quest or FQ or AToW or JQ or...

Session Resumed

Called for First Path! 3 votes for the lead!


>>2463330
>>2463820
>>2463092

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Looking at the rusting helmet, you decide that the first path would probably guarantee avoiding a confrontation with the strange beast that had just removed your dominant hand with ease.

Noting carefully that the bleeding from your torn, hideous wound had begun to slow, and taking into consideration that collapsing from a loss of blood in a nightmare seemed rather unlikely, you step tentatively forward on the polished stone steps.

As you walk forward, a little calm manages to return to your mind as the blessed absence of the Voice gives you the opportunity to frame this as nothing more than a relaxing stroll through the woods.

Yes, perhaps this was a horrifying nightmare and yes, the massive, shadowy trees on either side seem to be moving back and forth as if they possessed some kind of malign sentience, but on the whole the sheer solitude of the activity grants you time to think about your situation.

Holding the stump where your right hand had been a few minutes ago up to your eyes, a serious glance at the shorn flesh and cracked bone manages to draw a deepening frown. What is this supposed to mean anyway? Did something happen while you were asleep? Trying to imagine your right hand moving in your sleep, you grunt as you wave your right arm around in an arc.

Damn it, you curse to yourself. Nothing! What the fuck IS this!

With a frustrated growl, the grass whishes softly as you run off the path and land a furious kick into the side of a tree. As pain flashes into your toes, you follow up with a left hook into thick bark, bringing another wave of agony into the nerves of your fingers as you draw your fist back and stop yourself from slamming it into the wood again.

Just breathe, Solana, you whisper quietly to yourself, trying to steady yourself again as you rub your left hand against your chest to soothe the bruised skin. You’ve gotten through worse, you repeat over and over in your head. This? This is nothing to you. You’ll play this little game, and before you know it, you’ll be back in the real world again with Terror and Scourge and that Robert fellow.

No problem. A few stiff drinks and this will all be a distant memory after a good meal and a little rest.

Marching back onto the path with renewed vigor, you keep at it, finally coming to an immediate halt as your eyes meet a familiar sight.

Sitting directly in front of you, bathed in radiant sunlight as the black, god-forsaken forest ends at the edge of the stone path, is Rootmire, the very first town you’d stumbled into after leaving the Coven.

“W-what?” you mumble as your eyes take in the town, completely reconstructed from your memory, with identical buildings, people, even the smell of newly cut timber as the same group of swarthy, heavyset men continued hacking down the same group of sturdy trees. Looking up at the sun, you find to your horror that it was even in the exact same place as when you’d…

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>>2467323
”Like it? I spent a little time digging through your memories and found this one to be absolutely, positively wonderful!” gushes the Voice in a tone of abject pleasure. ”Oh, but don’t mind me, honey,” the Voice giggles wickedly, ”Just step in and do a little…reenactment of what happened and I’ll let you go!”

At the thought of going through what happened in Rootmire again, your heart suddenly begins to race, thumping against your chest like a hammer as a tidal wave of panic begins to overwhelm you.

“No. No, I’m not doing this again.” You murmur as you clench your fist hard enough until it turns white. “Fuck you, I’m not playing your game anymore! Let me go or I’ll…”

”You’ll what?[/] the Voice cackles, knowing it has you cornered. ”Contrary to what you said when we first met, I think the both of can tell that this isn’t your ‘territory’ anymore.”

”Listen well, Witch. I’m having so much fun now that if you don’t take the deal I’m offering now, I might just get carried away and have you play a different game entirely!”

With your back against the wall, it doesn’t seem like you even have a choice in the matter. Closing your eyes, you try to come to a decision.

You really, really don’t want to experience what happened in Rootmire again. But you might not actually have a choice, though again, as you look slowly around at your surroundings. Without any control of your own, or a functioning right hand, you’re not completely sure you can handle whatever “game” is next.

>Play along. And brace yourself.

>Stay defiant to the end. Whatever happens, you stood your ground.

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...

I can't believe I just fucking mistyped an i to close the italics for a sentence and had it bleed into the rest of the update.

Going out for dinner, if you're actually around to deal with my idiocy please leave a vote as I'll be gone for about 45 minutes to call it.

>>2467330
>>Stay defiant to the end. Whatever happens, you stood your ground.

Should I extend this vote overnight?

I did start it at a retardedly late time.

Asking for anyone who's left.

>>2467330
>Play along. And brace yourself.

>>2467330
>Play along. And brace yourself.

>>2467457
Sorry, I just got here and caught up.
Feel free to extend the vote overnight, if you could use the time to relax.

>>2467457
Might be a good idea, yeah.

>>2467330
>>Play along. And brace yourself.

>>2467330
>Stay defiant to the end. Whatever happens, you stood your ground.

SESSION PAUSED

I'll leave this overnight and then call it tomorrow.

Probably leave this thread alone and make a new one along with a new and REAL session on saturday.

I just feel bad not being able to actually participate during the weekdays since shit CONSTANTLY comes up and I can't run at all and don't want you guys to have to wait forever for one update a few hours.

So yeah, leave your votes here and I'll count them tomorrow and hopefully the curse doesn't get me on Saturday when I get it working properly.

See you then!

https://twitter.com/Leave_QM

for update when I'm running

>>2467330
>Stay defiant to the end. Whatever happens, you stood your ground.
We have no reason to believe this Voice will ever stay true to its words. When in doubt, choose the option that stays truest to yourself.

Defiance
>>2467390
>>2467623
>>2468047

Playing along
>>2467507
>>2467510
>>2467556

Before I can call this vote for next session I'm gonna have to need a tiebreaker.

>>2469085

I'll swap to defiance >>2467507

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>>2469097
My IP changed, just want to show I'm not bullshitting.

>>2469102
D'aw you don't have to do that anon, I believe my players!

Right then, vote called for Defiance!

Next session is on Saturday (hopefully I won't have died by then) so don't miss it!

At least only being able to run on weekends allows me a lot more time to think and plan for sessions.

I dunno what I should archive this as to be honest, since I tried to run twice and got wrecked.