>>2516368
OKAMI: Ripples
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Gods.

Demons.

Blood.

Fire.

The Sunrise

An ancient land, now forever overcast.

A white wolf. A beautiful woman. Sometimes both together, other times both as one being.

Phantasms of a world so familiar yet totally alien rush by your eyes with color so blindingly vivid that you want to look away, but you simply can’t.

Weightlessness gently takes you, but you barely notice.

A white wolf. A beautiful woman. Sometimes both together, other times both as one being.

Fantastic magic and furious melee broken by long travels in tranquil nature and friendships formed.

The whole world breathes.

A hand of personified foulness would see it breathe its last.

A white wolf. A beautiful woman. Sometimes both together, other times both as one being.

The weightlessness is gone, letting you fall.

She would see the world live on even at cost to herself.

Your eyes sting with tears.

Sometimes she won, other times, she perished.

Her death was a cruelty upon the whole world. A crime against order. Damnation upon all who didn’t try to help.

Damnation on you.

...

>>2516387
Your eyes open.
Just in time to see the ground rushing to meet you.
”Shitshitshi-Oof!”
You slam into the ground with enough force to drive the wind right out of your lungs, sending you into a sputtering coughing fit.

-1HP
9/10 HP

For a moment, you sit and gasp, desperately trying to pull air back into your body. A minute later, you have your breath back, but just stay laying down as you think over the last few moments.
’At least the grass smells nice,’ you think ruefully.

The visions, more akin to waking dreams, have mostly faded and just left half remembered details. Flashes of light, the ring of steel, and the wolf who is sometimes a woman. Or is it a woman who is sometimes a wolf?
’What the hell was that all about,’ you silently wonder. ‘It all looked like something out of a fucked up movie that changed a little each time. I swear I was at work just a second ago. Did I fall asleep at my desk? Am I still asleep?’
You roll over to your back and glance at the darkening sky, a chilled wind running over your skin and making the grass tickle your arms and face.
’Feels real enough. Jesus, I hope I wasn’t drugged or something.’

>>2516426
”Hey pal. Are you alright?” A concerned, high pitched voice pulls you away from your thoughts and back to the outside world.

“I’ve been better,” you admit, sitting up. “Thanks for the concer…”

You stop when you look around the dark, grassy field you’ve found yourself in and see no one around. Left. Right. Still no one.Who the hell..?

“Uhh…”

”Down here!”

You look down and blink at what you see.

Barely taller than the blades of grass around it is a little bug, glowing a luminescent green and bouncing in place all the way up to knee height. “What's the matter, pal? Never seen a Poncle before?” The bug asks, bouncing forward and landing on your shoe.

’A Poncle?’ you think, squinting at the curious being, only to find that the ‘bug’ was in fact a tiny man with a beetle shaped hat. He was too small to make out fine details beyond his green aura.

‘He looks so real, too.’

>”I can’t say I have. I’m not from around here.”
>”You look like a bug to me.”
>”Poncle?”
>Remain silent
>Write in

(Players may be called upon for input on actions and dialogue. The dialogue options will be displayed as green text and the first one to three votes moves on. Certain actions and dialogues may have special requirements which will be indicated next to them)

>>2516449
>>”Poncle?”
Didn't you choose a shit time.

>>2516468
story of my life, to be honest. We'll give this a bit more time then move forward if there's no other input

>>2516449
>>2516468
“A poncle?” you ask, lacing your fingers and subtly counting them.

”I’ll take that as a no. I dunno if you’re some bumpkin or snooty city man from looking through.” The apparent poncle shakes his small head. Anyway, the name is Issun! The Wandering Artist!” the tiny man says, his pride obvious and the emphasis telling you “Wandering Artist” is a title he’s fond of.

“Issun, huh? My name is ...,”

>(Default) Anonymous.
>Nanashi
>MC
>Hero
>Something else (write in)

(First to 3. Cannot be changed afterward)

>>2516531

>Ezekiel Darkest.

How's that for a name, eh? Better than Anon.

>>2516531
Anonymous

>>2516541
Meh, ok

>>2516544
I realized I should have suggested Amaterasu for comedic effect...

>>2516531
>>2516541
>>2516544
Didn't hit 3 votes. Taking default.

"My name is Anonymous,” you say, internally wondering how you got into this situation. “Nice to meet you,” you say, holding out a hand to Issun.

The Poncle just stares at your offered hand. “Any reason you’re doing that?”

“Erm,” you pull your hand back. In hindsight trying to handshake someone only a few inches tall seems sort of idiotic. “Nevermind. Anyway, you said you’re an artist?” you change the topic

Issun’s aura becomes brighter as he hops in place. “Sure am! Here, take a look!” He pulls a paper scroll much larger than himself from… somewhere and throws it to you.

You catch the scroll and unroll it curiously, only to feel your face heat up a second later.

On the roll of paper is a woman with long black hair in a pink kimono with some very… revealing cuts made to the bust and rear. A deeper part of your mind notes the traditional japanese styling to the picture.

”What do you think?”

>”It’s, erm... Very nice?”
>”Hey, that’s pretty good.”
>”I wouldn’t call this art.”
>Remain silent
>Write in

>>2516896

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vjUqUVrXclE

>>2516896
>”Hey, that’s pretty good.”

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>>2517009
>>2517085
>>2516896

...Well, the longer you look the more you realize it actually is a good drawing.

”Hey, that’s pretty good.” you say with a small grin. You roll up the scroll and give it back to Issun, who somehow stows it away on his person.

By now you’ve counted your fingers at least eight times, each count numbering ten. Another glance at the landscape shows no changes from your earlier scan. The grass shifts in the correct direction with the wind. Even all the sounds are correct and consistent. If this was a dream or hallucination, then things should change with the unconscious whims of your mind.

The likelihood of this being a dream is dropping like a brick thrown into a lake.

Issun bounces in place. “Hehe! Nice to see a man who can appreciate a masterpiece! You’re kind of a weirdo, Anonymous-san, but you’re okay in my book!”

Your reputation with Issun increased!

(Reputation: You can form friendships and relationships with most characters. The higher the Rep, the closer they feel to you and the more they trust you. A high enough rep unlocks special dialog and actions pertaining to that character and maybe with other characters they know.)

You snort, but don't comment. ‘I could say the same about you, Issun,’

”Say, Anonymous-san? I can call you Anon-san, right? Since we’re friends and all, can you help me with something?”

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And we'll stop here for tonight. Not much happened yet (probably because I made the bad decision to start this while the site was acting up...) But it's a start. We'll be back tomorrow at 5:30pm EST. I still have some pre-writen stuff ready.

Current quest resource page:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1aRfozUM-1EC3GQqPoSI0GqTd1pmLlI4JsQcTexeIjmg/edit?usp=sharing

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>>2517438
And we're back. My IP might have changed so please forgive any formatting fuckups

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”Say, Anonymous-san? I can call you Anon-san, right? Since we’re friends and all, can you help me with something?”

“Gee, thaaaat bodes well,” you say with a roll of your eyes. “I’ve heard you so far, so what’s up?”

”How did you know I was going to point to the sky?”

“It’s just an expression, Issun,” you say. “What’s wrong with the skyyyyohhh shit.”

You look up as you talk, taking in the now pitch black sky.

A scant few moments ago, it was darkening like the sun was going down, but the now black sky is utterly unnatural. There is no way you and Issun were talking long enough for the sun to fully retreat.

You stand on wobbly legs, still looking up.

A sudden cold wind almost pushes you over and leaves you shivering, it’s chill penetrating all the way down to your bones.

“W-what is going on?!” you ask, suddenly feeling out of your depth.

”I’ve got some ideas, but I hope to the gods that none of them are true, or it could mean a bad ending to this little story,” Issun says ominously, crossing is small arms. “I was talking with Sakuya at the Konohana Tree when the wind blew me all the way down here,” he says, pointing to a path leading up a nearby hill and through a rocky path framed by cliffs. “Everyone else was hit by a curse. Why you weren’t, I have no idea, but I bet that means you’re the best guy to help.”

’Help? Help with what?!’ You wonder incredulously. ‘Curses, darkness, what sort of bullshit is this?’

>“Issun, how the hell could I help here? I’m a normal guy.”
>”Hell no. Whatever this is I don’t want in.”
>”...There's no way around this, is there?”
>Remain Silent
>Write In

>>2518915
>“Issun, how the hell could I help here? I’m a normal guy.”

>>2518915
>>2519000
Been a while so we're moving on
I don't know of the quest is boring or if the board is slow.

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“Issun, how the hell could I help here? I’m a normal guy.”

”You don't look normal,” he says, hopping up to your shoulder. “You don’t sound normal. And I don't think normal guys can resist curses as well as you do.”

Passive Ability “???” resisted Cursed Field

You hold back a biting retort. “If there is a curse then why aren’t you affected?”

The Poncle stops for a moment. “I was protected when the curse first hit the village, and we poncles have some magic resistance. The curse was at its most powerful initially, but leveled out afterward. My resistance is just barely keeping me safe.”

You really wish you could see his face past his aura. It would make telling if he was lying so much easier. But even if you could tell, you still don't know enough of what's going on to call him out. Damn it.

”Besides, Sakuya was saying something about summoning Shiranui.”

That name, Shiranui… That name invokes an image.

A white wolf. A beautiful woman. Sometimes both together, other times both as one being.

Your eyes widen. It’s her.

“Fine. I guess I can help,” you say, crossing your arms with a sigh. ‘Curses, poncles, wolf women, where am I?’

”Right outside Kamiki,” Issun replies. Apparently you said that outloud.

“And that is..?”

”A village. Duh.”

You grunt and start walking to the rocky path, crushing the urge to flick Issun off your shoulder. “No, I mean where is Kamiki?”

”South of Shinshu Field?”

”And further out?”

”Yeesh. You really are lost, aren’t you? Never heard of Nippon?”

’Nippon?’ You think with a frown. ‘The ancient name for Japan? What..? There is no fucking way.’

You count your fingers again.

Ten

“Motherfucker.”

>>2519274
Accompanied by Issun, you start your way up the rocky path leading to the ‘Konohana Tree’, whatever that is supposed to be. You ignore the steadily increasing ferocity of the wind in favor of taking stock of yourself.

Anonymous: Level 5 Human
HP 9/10
MP ?/?
SP 10/10

Passive Abilities: “???”
Active Status: Cursed (resisted by "???")
Primary Weapon: N/A
Sub Weapon: N/A
Praise: LOCKED
Yen: 0
Inventory: Smartphone, folding knife, keys, wallet

’What a shitshow,’ you think to yourself, resisting the urge to sigh. ‘Let’s see, I’ve got my phone, which is probably no use here. My folding knife, but that thing is so dull from being used so often and never being sharpened that it’s lucky it can still cut paper. My keys probably aren’t worth much either without a car or a front door to go with them. The lonely dollar bill in my wallet probably isn’t worth a thing and I know sure as shit my credit card is useless.’

You shift your shoulder and arm discreetly, feeling a little bit pleased that you DO have something useful. A weapon.

>But is it to keep foes at range…
>...Or is it something more up-close and personal?

>>2519327
>something to keep foes at range
Sorry op, slow board and bad timing

>>2519327
>Something to keep foes at range.

>>2519327

>something to keep foes at range

>>2519327
>>2519341
>>2519560
>>2519610


Lost and alone, it's reassuring to have your...

>Roll 1d10.

(Players may be called to roll any number or combo of dice to determine anything from random chance to skill checks to combat and so on. The best of the first three (3) will be taken with the exception of crits and failures. Dice priority goes Crit Success>Crit Failure>Non-Crit Roll. If a larger pool of dice are being taken or the dice priority changes, it’ll be stated so.)

>>2519617
/roll 1d10
Not sure if this even works.

Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>2519617

>>2519660

Holy shit, how about good tidings? Let's keep this roll. However, I mean, Crit success take priority over failures, right?

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>>2519660
>>2519617
You smirk.

Critical Success!

Under your button up over shirt is your massive Super Redhawk in a shoulder holster. The .44 magnum revolver is ugly, hefty, and it’s power is daunting to even the largest creature. It’s also heavy enough to bash faces in when needed. Why you decided to carry it with you today, you’re not sure, but now you’re happy that you did. You even went overboard and brought six speedloaders held in pouches in the other side of your shirt. With the rounds in the gun, that gives you a whopping 42 shots.

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Anon’s Super Redhawk equipped to Primary Weapon slot.
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Anon’s Super Redhawk (Unique)
Ammo: .44 Magnum
1d8 Ballistics
1d4 Bashing

Weapon Art: Crippling Shot - 3 SP
1d6 Ballistics
The magnum round smashes bone and mangles muscle, causing Bleeding and other penalties based on the limb hit.
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You unbutton your shirt just enough to reach for it if needed.

>>2519870
Halfway up the path leading up to the Konohana tree, the already raging wind picks up into a howling, frightful gale that almost pushes you off your feet and rips at your clothing with frigid fingers.

“What the fuck is up with this weather!?” you practically scream, holding up your arms to try and shield your eyes.

”It’s the curse!” Issun exclaims, his words barely audible over the shrieking air. “Whatever is causing it is doing this too! Get moving before we get sucked away or worse!”

“Fucking reassuring!” you scream back, but you comply and run up the path as fast as the buffeting winds will allow.

Gradually, the near tornado levels of wind begin to die as you charge further up the pass. It lets you drop your arms from your eyes, but the instant that you do, you wish that you didn’t.

In the far distance you see foliage, entire trees, and even human sized boulders being thrown like toys by the furious weather. Even further out, on the ocean, you see rolling, white capped waves that could swallow entire cities and pitch black clouds practically raining lightning with a staccato of cracks and booms that rattle your bones even from the great distance.
A primal sort of fear begins to grip you. The fear of forces great and unstoppable. ‘Just what am I getting into?’

Finally, you and Issun reach the top of the hill at the end of the path where all is eerily quiet, like the eye of a cyclone.

But there is no tree to be found. The just a hole in the ground and a small stone shrine off to the side.

”Here we are!”

Issun bounds off of your shoulder towards the large hole in the ground. “Hey! Babe! You said something about helping with all of this,” Issun says, obviously indicating the calamity going on around him. “Whatever that is, now would be a great time!”

>”Issun? You’re talking to thin air.”
>”More magic shit. Great.”
>Investigate the hole.
>Investigate the shrine
>Do nothing and remain silent.
>Write in.

>>2519933
>>”Issun? You’re talking to thin air.”
Never in my life would I think we'd pull out a revolver in an okami quest of all things

>>2519933

>"Issun? You're talking to thin air."

>>2519933
>>2519941
>>2519950
We'll take first to two until we can get a larger player base going. It was probably kind of arrogant to expect a huge number of people at the very start of a quest with a niche subject.

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>”Issun?” you ask with a raised brow. “You’re talking to thin air.”

“While I wish I was thin air so I didn’t have to speak to the bug, I am indeed here.”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rXYaUgcjPQw

You jump back from the unexpected voice, but Issun seems wholly unbothered.

A bright light blooms into existence above the hole in the ground, changing to a pink hue. At the same time, the entire hilltop is filled with the scent of unidentifiable flowers. The light changes shape and dims, settling into the form of a tall, dark haired, and voluptuous woman clad in a pink kimono, who floats several feet above the ground.

’It’s the same woman as Issun’s drawing,’ you realize with a blink.

The tall woman looks down at the still bouncing Issun. “Indeed I do have a plan, but I could not protect Kamiki’s people and awaken our savior in one fell swoop. I needed time to gather power.” she says, her tone annoyed. You’re sure her visage would mirror her voice if it were not for the look of intense concentration marring her beautiful face with deep lines. “I saved Kamiki… For now. And now it is time for Amaterasu to make her return and aid us in these troubled times.”

Amaterasu…

A white wolf. A beautiful woman. Again with the image that seems burned into your mind.

“Amaterasu?” Issun questions, ceasing his bouncing. “Who are you talking about, Sakuya-chan?”

”You may know her as Shiranui,” the now named Sakuya answers, the lines on her face growing deeper as sweat begins to dot her brow.

‘Sakuya is some kind of tree spirit?’ You question yourself, a starting to feel numb at this point from all the strange revelations.

The floating woman’s eyes shift to you before they widen. “Someone who is spared the curse? How did…” she trails off before shaking her head. “I haven’t much time. Once great Amaterasu has purged this evil, I would be interested in meeting you properly, stranger.”

>>2520028
You didn't see that.
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Your mouth is suddenly dry. “Me?”

She nods. “I am Sakuya, spirit of the Konohana tree. If you were spared a curse as ravaging as this one, I feel you may have your own part to play incoming events.”

Before you can ask her to elaborate, Sakuya turns away and floats over to the small shrine at the side of the hill. In the shrine is a statue of a sleek wolf, posed to pounce.

Suddenly, the whole atmosphere changes. The air becomes thick with an almost static charge and pushes down your shoulders. You suck in a breath past your teeth.

“O great Amaterasu,” Sakuya begins, her whole form glowing. “Now is the time. We have never needed your power more. Shine your divine light upon this broken and polluted world. Let your heavenly rays become our hope as you guide us all!”

As she speaks, the tree spirit draws a large circle in the air with a delicate hand, an orange, crackling trail of energy following it. Once the circle is complete, a large, circular mirror in a green casing appears before Sakuya in a flash of light. She draws her hand back, the mirror following the action as if pulled along by an invisible string, before she tosses it, the mirror whirling like a frisbee towards the wolf statue.

The mirror stops just above the statue, facing the wolf’s back. The edges of the mirror spark, before igniting in a wreath of flames.

The statue cracks.

The air is suddenly too thick to breathe and so incredibly HOT. You draw in a breath more labored than before.

What could Amaterasu possibly be to produce such a humbling power as a statue?

The statue cracks further and further, rays of light with the intensity of the sun peeking out of each one. A piece of the statue’s right eye falls off. Under it, an eye the color of gold snaps open.

And it stares right at you.

Even half awake, the single eye strips away any mortal protection that you may have had and gazes right into the depths of who you are. It sees all of who Anonymous is.

>Roll 1d4. First result taken. No priority on crits.

Rolled 3 (1d4)

>>2520041

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>>2520041
>>2520052

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nqvudNn1uuU

The entire statue is engulfed in golden light almost too intense to look at. The stone shell splinters and shatters as Amaterasu rises from four legs and onto just the back two.

The light grows blinding, and a howl that could be heard around the world drives past your ears and right into your psyche.

And at once, you understand who Amaterasu is.

A Goddess.
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And we'll stop here tonight. We finally got up to Amaterasu. Same time tomorrow at 5:30 pm est. I've actually got a bit of pre-writen material left with branching paths, so hopefully lowering the votes to the first to two will move us along quicker until more people join. See ya then.

Current quest resource page: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1aRfozUM-1EC3GQqPoSI0GqTd1pmLlI4JsQcTexeIjmg/edit?usp=sharing

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>>2520081
A white wolf. A beautiful woman. Sometimes both together, other times both as one being.

This time, she is both at once.

The being before you is unreal. A svelte, deceptively delicate form of ivory skin and ethereal beauty. From her white as snow hair, a pair of black tipped wolf ears stand tall. A volume’s tale, tipped in black as well hangs limply behind her. The gentle black and white colors that make her up our broken by whirling crimson markings along her face and neck. Finally, a simple short-cut kimono colored white and highed with red, held closed by a red obi preserves her modesty. The strange, flaming mirror hovers behind her, seemingly a fixed distance from her back.

Utterly alien and so far removed from what you know, but never before have you seen such a beautiful creature. You try to look away, but your eyes refuse to stop drinking in the image.

Amaterasu’s canine ears flick as her gold eyes, contrasted sharply by her black sclera, scan the scene before her.

Sakuya is practically beaming. “Ah! Such divine white light! Such beauty and grace! The only one capable of such a wondrous spectacle is none other than our mother and the origin of all that is, Amaterasu! How delightful to see that the savior whose brave sacrifice sealed away the evil demon so many years ago has not changed one bit. Seeing you emerge after so many years spent as a statue brings happiness to my heart!” she gushes with a theatrical sniff.

Amaterasu regards the spirit before her with a cool gaze... Right before she seats herself on the ground, yawns, and promptly nods off.

You’re speechless for a moment.

>”Oh fuck. This is the savior, isn’t it?”
>”Hey! Wake up! We kind of need you here!”
>Prompt Issun or Sakuya to physically rouse her.
>Rouse her yourself.
>Do nothing and remain silent.
>Write in

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We're back. Sorry about being late.

>>2521468
>A volume’s tale
Voluminous tail*

>>2521468

>Write in

>Ask her, "Who is a good doggo?"

>>2521468
>>2521532
This sounds fun, let's go with asking her this. It's bound to wake her up.

>>2521532
>>2521557
Thirded

>>2521532
kek, this

>>2521532
>>2521557
>>2521561
>>2521563

A small snore comes from the apparent goddess, telling you that she is, no shit, asleep in the unbelievable storm going on around her. If she can sleep to that, what could possibly wake her up? Then you think of something and blurt it out before your brain can catch up with your mouth.

“Who is a good doggo?”

Her ears twitch and a small smile comes to her face. “I am…” Amaterasu murmurs sleepily. An instant later, she seems to realize what she just said because her eyes she shoot open and a hand clamps over her mouth.

Your reputation with Issun increased!
Your reputation with Amaterasu increased!
Your reputation with Sakuya decreased!

Issun bursts out into uproarious laughter as Amaterasu blushes a light pink. Sakuya, however, turns to you with a thoroughly unamused glare. With a huff the tree spirit addresses the now awake goddess. “... Amaterasu... Gaze above you and take in the condition of the sky. Since your untimely departure from our midst, the world has succumbed to devious and vicious beasts. They have ravaged our fine and bountiful country of Nippon... But never have the circumstances been worse than they are at this very moment. Please use your powers to banish the darkness and punish those who would do us harm!”
Issun hops forward when Amaterasu doesn’t stand, bounding up and landing on up on her shoulder.

She focuses a single golden eye to look at him.

“What wrong with you, furball? You look kind of down in the dumps,” Issun says with absolutely zero tact. “And you don’t look much like that statue either… Not that I mind that.”

Even from a good dozen or so feet, you can still see Issun’s gaze wander down to Amaterasu’s chest. You would tell Issun off if you didn’t look a few times as well.

Amaterasu’s lips turn downward as she raises a hand and flicks Issun off of her muzzle, sending him tumbling.

The poncle manages to correct himself midair and lands on his feet, his aura changing to a furious red as he bounces around with vigor. “Whaddya think you're doin'!? Are you crazy? A handsome guy like me should never be treated like that! What if you marred my face?! You’ll regret messing with the great Issun! Don’t make me use my prized sword, Denkomaru against you!” he says, unsheathing his tiny sword with an even tinier “shing!” sound.

”RRROOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAARRRRRRR!”

Your blood turns to ice.

>>2521590
>muzzle
Shoulder*
I'm getting my story branches mixed up fuggg

>>2521590
An absolutely deafening roar shakes the entire hillside and threatens to burst your eardrums, forcing you to put your hands over your ears and making you grit your teeth.

Issun jumps even higher than usual in fright and Amaterasu’s downturned lips form a full scowl, but she seems unbothered by the actual noise.

“Great Amaterasu…” Sakuya starts, but a raised hand emblazoned with a canine paw pad stops her.

“I apologize for the lethargy, Sakuya.” Amaterasu’s voice is quiet and gentle, but thrumming with so much power that you can easily hear her over the ringing in your ears. “100 years of stillness has done neither my body or mind any favors, but I understand what must be done.”

As the goddess slowly stands, Sakuya continues, her shoulders slumping and her face now coated in sweat. “O, great goddess Amaterasu... I've used all the power I have to protect Kamiki Village. The village lives on. Their spirits lie encased in my fruit. Cut it free, and the village will be reborn! I trust in you. I know that you will lead us down the right path. Only your awesome power can restore life to the world.”

Sakuya brings her hands together, and in a whirl of pink flower petals, a great tree materializes in the huge hole in the ground. The tree is devoid of leaves or flowers, but a pink fruit of ridiculous proportions hangs from one of the top branches. It pulsates with light and gives off warmth that you can feel all the way on the ground.

With a sigh of relief, the tree spirit slowly fades away into nothing.

‘I really hope that means that she has gone off to rest, and isn’t…’ You don’t finish the thought.
Amaterasu looks at the spot Sakuya had just vanished from before turning her eyes to you for the first time since she initially awakened.

You freeze, once again feeling as if she staring INTO you rather than at you.

Slowly, she frowns then tilts her head to the side as if puzzled. “Wait a moment…” She reaches up and touches her ears briefly. “Doggo..? You… You can see past my shroud?” She questions carefully, as if wary of falling into a trap.

’Shroud? What the fuck is she talking about?’ you frantically question.

Passive Ability “???” resisted Divine Shroud

“I wouldn’t be surprised if he could,” Issun cuts in, jumping up to Amaterasu’s shoulder. “Anon-san has been resisting the curse this entire time. No idea how, but he’s been doing it.”

The goddess’s eyes widen by a slim fraction. “Truly..?”

>“Erm…I guess?”
>”I have no idea how, honest.”
>”What's it to you?”
>Remain silent
>Write in

>>2521624
>>”What's it to you?”

>>2521624
"Erm... I guess?"

>>2521624
>>”What's it to you?”

>>2521624
>“Erm…I guess?”

>>2521640
>>2521658
You pull into yourself, suddenly feeling defensive with all the twists and turns today has taken. “What's it to you?” you snap.


Amaterasu doesn’t seem phased by the rude reply. “I can see that you have a few questions. Perhaps about the shroud, first?” she asks . “I would appear as just a normal woman or beast to most, to allow them to live normally.” She crosses her arms under her bust. “It’s safer to keep the affairs of gods hidden, but just the ability to see past it…”

She closes her eyes in thought and is silent for nearly a minute. “Anon-san?”

“Yes?

Amaterasu opens her eyes again, the barest hints of a smile on her face. “I believe that an adventure is afoot. It may be inappropriate to ask such a thing of you, but I would have you travel with me, if you are willing?”

You’re floored.

A literal goddess (at least a literal goddess as far as you can tell) wants to take you along on what will probably be a long and dangerous adventure just minutes after meeting you. But you have so many pressing concerns. You look down at the shifting sea of green grass.

How will you get home?

What about your friends and family?

What about your job?

…What about your entire world?

You should say no. No, you have other things you need to do. No, you don’t want to risk life and limb. No, you don’t want to be involved with all of this supernatural business. But you look up, back at that smile.

Again, the waking dream surfaces in your mind.

Sometimes she won, other times, she perished.

Her death was a cruelty upon the whole world. A crime against order. Damnation upon all who didn’t try to help.

But...

Her victory was mercy to the suffering. A death stroke to chaos. Salvation to all who ally with good.

You are just a simple man, though. She can find better to help her.

You should say no.

But...

>”No.” (roll 1d20)
>“I’ll do it.” (roll 1d20)
Critical decision. First to 3

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>2521725
>>“I’ll do it.” (roll 1d20)

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>2521725
>“I’ll do it.”

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>2521725
>>"I'll do it."

>>2521737
>>2521744
>>2521777

>12/20
You look up to Amaterasu, eyes hard and stance firm. “I’ll do it.”


One door shuts.
Another one opens.
Ripples run through time.
And everything changes.

Your reputation with Amaterasu increased!
Your reputation with Issun increased!


Her small smiles grows
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And we'll call it here. Now I'm out of pre-writen stuff and we're out of the intro. Updates will probably move to being a weekend thing so everyone is free and can play. Who knows. And since all the cool kids are doing it, go here for updates and notifications twitter.com/Okami_Quest

I am in this for the long haul. We are going all the way to the end of Okami so I hope you can put up with me considering Okami is long as fuck.

Since we're on track to hit the autosage time limit, any feedback is greatly appreciated.

>>2521624

My heart, Ammy a cute, A CUTE

>>2521833
I'll be here for the long haul OP, thanks for this!

>>2521833
I'll try to be here if im not busy next time

I like it.

>>2521833
Looks pretty fun, OP, will try to catch the next session.

Also question: Will we be able to romance "Rao"? Will we be able to save the real Rao?

I'm sure the majority will go for main girl, but it's at least worth knowing if it's even possible.

>>2522433
>>2522668
>>2523504
Thank you! Hope to see you on Friday when the next session starts.

>>2524244
Nothing in the story is set in stone, so possibilities are endless. The whole story could follow canon or end up totally new depending on how everyone wants to play. With a high enough rep with the right characters, who knows?

>>2524302
Oops trip fell off