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>>2547436
>Go in and save her
I'm going to regret this aren't I?

>>2547436
>>Go in and save her.

I'm ill and might pass out while running this. Thought I'd give you a heads up.

>>2547447
Take it easy, man. Don't push yourself too hard.

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>>2547458
I said I'll run so here I am. Rather not be labelled as a flake.

Slow start again.

>>2547436
>Go in and save her.

Take the butter knife we swiped from the kitchen.

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>>2547436
>>Go in and save her.
HERE WE COME TO SAVE THE DAY!

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Jumping off the bed you know you must help her. Breaking out into a sprint you slam open your door with as much speed as your small body can muster. Like the books that have filled so much of your time, you are going to be a hero.

The buzz from the epinephrine permeates throughout your body. Your heart pounding both in fear and frenzy.

You charge in her door with your childish build. Surprisingly it works. The hinges break from the force causing the door to be hurled down to the floor.

Inside the room is two figures on a bed. One is large, round and hairy. The other is small fragile and Citrine. Both are nude in the candlelight. One side of Citrine’s face is illuminated by the flickering flame from the candle, horror is written over it. Rain from the storm outside raps on the window as if begging to enter.

“What the fuck?” Shouts the bloated old man whilst moving in a rhythm atop both the bed and the girl.

“Reinhold leave!” Screams your sister.

There is an emptiness within your chest, bile that crawls up from your throat. The revulsion you feel is akin to no other emotion you have felt. Everything feels heavy and you feel leaden. You stop, you need to see if this is real. You need to be sure this is really happening. Loud noises are coming from the occupants of the bed but you can’t focus on that, to you it is mindless white sound. It is real and it is happening. Citrine and the stranger are locked in some fetid intimacy, bare flesh in some foul union.

The fat man says “Fuck it, I’ve paid for this. I am not stopping whether or not the boy wants to watch.” Citrine tries to cover her tear stained face with her arms, as if this would make the situation stop, as if she could preserve the semblance of innocence her foster brother used to see in her. But she fails to do so because of the sobbing racking which is her body.

> Attack him

>Run

>>2547552
> Attack him

>>2547552
> Attack him
THOU SHALL NOT FUCKETH OUR FEMALE SIBLING!

But seriously though, grab a knife or something to shiv his ass.

>>2547552
>>Run

>>2547552
>Attack him
Shiv the motherfucker (or sisterfucker i guess)

>>2547552
> Attack him
https://youtu.be/QIYVMwi-cVE

>>2547552
>> Attack him
Well he's flaw was wrath

>>2547576
>inb4 we roll 100 with a butter knife

>>2547581
>You pierce the spot on the man's neck where the spine meets the base of the skull. He is fucking dead.

> Attack

strip nude and counter-fuck him in the ass

>>2547616
>strip nude and counter-fuck him in the ass
This isn't meant to be a smut quest, sorry lad.

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The inferno in you is lit. You throw a storm of blows onto the marauder, none doing damage due to his protective layer of blubber. Howling with a torrent of hate flowing from your mouth after your assault is having no effect on the cretin. No, that’s wrong he’s laughing now.

Cackling he asks you, “Having a good time boy? I know I am. You are too aren’t you sweetheart?” Pulling on her amber hair he increases his momentum. More atrocious sounds fill the room with a more urgent pattern.

Your eyes shred across Citrine's room searching for a harpoon to end this whale. But there is no weapon. There is no time, you can’t stop this. You are too weak. Then the solution strikes you as tears swell from your eyes.

Moving closer once again but this time you know how to end this. Now you are not punching him, it can’t cut through his mass. The only cutting tool you have is your teeth. Clamping your jaw onto the right side of his neck you are rewarded by turning his laughter in a desperate scream. It is disgusting, the mixture of the fatty chunk and the blood permeating your mouth. Spitting out the fat your head dives in there again, his fists flail at you but he has no angle. Taking another mouthful you repeat the action. And you repeat it again.

The colossus falls upon the body of the female. Both you are her are covered in blood and the corpse is unmoving until your sister pushes it off her to comfort you. You are kneeling in the centre of the room retching from both the evil act you witnessed and you took part in. Those arms wrapped around your body can’t give you comfort, not after this.

>>2547678
>Moving closer once again but this time you know how to end this. Now you are not punching him, it can’t cut through his mass. >The only cutting tool you have is your teeth. Clamping your jaw onto the right side of his neck you are rewarded by turning his laughter in a desperate scream.


FUCK YEAH THAT'S PRETTY METAL!

>>2547678
Jesus christ mini-Reinhold was hardcore as fuck

Gagging, all you can see is darkness. Washing off the horrid nightmare you rub your eyes. But this time you can feel around the room. You are lying in a soft bed, bandages bind your torso. If you could see you are sure the white dressing would be stained with the dark red of your wound. The blind is down but there is no sunlight wealsing its way through the gaps. It is night.

Beside your bed sits a sleeping form, female. Sleeping quite soundly next to you, seeing her in a comfort of rest you decide not to disturb her. With your magic you gently probe her form with small tendrils feeling out her shape. She doesn’t seem like a woman you’ve met before in the castle. Or if she is you haven’t taken any note of her. There seems to be some abnormalities with the body. You also feel she is wearing a maid’s outfit.

Then you come to a realisation that you are almost molesting her and recall the arms of darkness from her. Feeling flushed from your mistake you leave her, not wanting to wake her. Turning your head to face the other way. With a few blinks, your shadow sight is now working, you can see the room as clearly as if it was the day.

The room you are housed in is yours. That thought is a comforting one. If this is the case then the princess should be fine after your battle. Because if she wasn't you would most probably be locked up in a dungeon for failing to guard her. Thinking about the battle you fought with the abomination of flesh in a guise of both wolf and man. You have never been able to conjure bolts of darkness, maybe it was the stress that gave you the capabilities or maybe you are achieved a greater power.

Reaching out, arms spread, chest burning from the stress of the conjuration. Before you floats another great javelin of blackest night. A small hum purrs from it as if to warn of some terrible end it will inflict. With a hand gesture the spear balls up into a sphere, looking like some mockery of the sun painted in darkness. Next, you turn it into the shape of a castle, the one you are in. It is as perfect as your memory of it; you can control the shape without flaw.

You feel it is still late, but you are bored. Maybe you should wake up the maid next to you? Or should you try to go to sleep?

>Wake her up

>Create a blanket of darkness for her

>Go to sleep

>>2547701
>>Create a blanket of darkness for her

>>2547701
>>Create a blanket of darkness for her

>>2547701
>>Create a blanket of darkness for her

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>>2547678
This is a bit late, but still...

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>>2547715
Argel is the best SM

>>2547724
traitorous little shit, you mean.

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>>2547724
Better pic of him
>>2547730
I guess he did betray his primarch in the end.

>>2547733
Lorgar deserved it.

>>2547701
>>Create a blanket of darkness for her

We are going to practice with our powers because I want to be able to create Darkness Tendrils.

>>2547775
>With your magic you gently probe her form with small tendrils feeling out her shape.

>>2547777
No I want moar tendrils! I want to put the star on the top of the tree. We shall create tendrils that we can pick locks with!

>>2547787
>We shall create tendrils that we can pick locks with!
Haven't thought of that, good call.

>>2547795
Another decent way of practicing with our Darkness Powers on the solid end of the spectrum is to create objects with it that can hold liquids like water and so on. Because it would be cool to create a mug out of literal darkness.

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Shadows at the young woman’s feet slowly creep up around her buxom body. If anyone else saw this they would think the shadow is trying to consume a sleeping victim. But it stops around her shoulders, hugging her loosely. Keeping her warm and secure during the night. You are making sure to care for the maid nursing you. It seems only courteous. Looking at her head she seems to be wearing some sort of furry hat. Shutting your eyes, you empty your mind, and ignoring the pain emanating from your chest you sleep.

Waking you feel the sun beat on your closed eyelids informing you that it is time to wake. But it isn’t the only thing, “Reinhold?” You hear a perturbed voice call out whilst two dainty hands grasp yours. The person sitting in the chair is no longer a maid it is the princess.

“Reinhold?” She asks again in the same soft tone noticing your eyes open.

“I’m here Marianne. Are you ok?” You wheeze out as the pain in your chest bites.

Removing one of her hands from yours she ruffles your hair, “I’m perfect, you saved me. You saved me. You are a hero. Only a handful of people in this kingdom could have defended me, but even fewer would have carried on after the wounds the beast inflicted on you. There is nothing I can do to repay what I owe to you, my hero.” With that she smiles at her own statement thinking how odd it feels to call you that.

“You don’t owe me anything princess, I just did my job.”

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>>2547831
“Maybe but you still did something for me that I can’t repay, or can’t repay easily. Think of this as the beginning of my thanks.” The Princess tells you as she gets closers. A deep blush and grin is painted on her face as she approaches. Her face turns away for a second in nervousness for the action she is going to take.

Now her face is so close to yours, the sun dancing off her golden hair. Determined blue eyes now locked onto yours. With that, you can feel your heart beat irregularly as the resplendence of her glowing beauty becomes all you can see. Like a child seeing a goddess, your breath gets caught up in your throat, as if any small infraction would foil this moment. Marianne’s nose gently caresses yours as she puts the one hand of yours that she is holding on to her delicate hip. The Princess’ other petite hand rests on your broad shoulder.

Then her lips meet yours. Her soft lips gently press into yours. The erratic beat of your chest is gone; the only thing there is a wary embrace between you two. Your free arm wraps around the other side of her back, holding her body closer to yours. Breaking the moment she withdraws and starts a short giggle with her head deftly resting on your chest. Beginning to join her in the laugh to release the tension from the moment you notice she has stopped and is looking at your face once again, this time with a hungry expression.

Climbing onto the bed she straddles you. More forcefully this time your lips connect, your hands groping across her back wishing it was her front. Her youthful pert breasts press against your strong chest, as her warm tongue dances in your mouth. She extols a low moan from the intimacy. Breaking off for a second time she calls your name again, a lustful smile plastered on her face, “Reinhold?”

“Reinhold?” You hear the princess ask.

Eyes fluttering you see in front of you is still the princess, but no longer are you engaged in a tender moment. She is back in the chair with your hand wrapped in two of hers. Once again a morning sun lightens up her stunning face.

“Reinhold! I’m so glad you are safe.” She tells you with worry written all over her face. “How are you feeling?”

Spluttering out, realising that your first kiss was just a mere fantasy, “T-thanks, I’m glad to see you are safe.”

“Well, I’m safe because of you. You were very impressive and honestly, I’m proud to call you my friend after your refusal to submit to those horrid wounds.” A smile appears on her face as she answers. “I know that my last reward ended poorly but again I have to offer something to you, to my hero.” She snickers at the words tasting funny on her tongue, “What of mine can I give to you?”

>Write in

>Inb4 railroad
I wrote this due to the poll I did last thread http://poal.me/sgrkyf

>>2547850
"Your friendship is just fine with me."

>>2547850
"A restful fucking coma. Oh god my fucking ribs."

>>2547850
A sword to protect you better with

>>2547857
but aren't we already using Volker's sword?

>>2547863
I assume we will get a magic one.

>>2547850
>I.. Uh.. maybe an hour or two alone... For uh.. Personal reasons.

>>2547857
>>2547854
I vote for these, either for practicality or for shipping, mostly practicality though

>>2547872
duel blade style, perhaps?

I think I'll just switch over my vote to >>2547857 then

>>2547850
>“What of mine can I give to you?”
A name for the creatures I'm going to punt into oblivion.

>>2547899
there are pros and cons to two swords, but aren't those mostly for animes? you get like, half the strength of using two. why not a buckler?

>>2547872
why not get Volker's sword sharpened and enchanted?

>>2547951
Oh, this is good.

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Still phased from your pleasant dream, “J-just happy to be your friend Marianne, I don’t need anything.”

“Reinhold, you don’t understand the guilt I feel. I need to repay you somehow or it’ll eat at me.”

Wracking your thoughts for some kind of boon to ask for, “Well… Um, another sword would be great. This way I can protect you all the better too.”

“How macho.” She sighs, “I will talk to my father about getting it done. He is not stingy when it comes to loyal countrymen.”

The door bursts open and you gawk at the shining figure of splendour stood before you. Cast in a brutal light which slams into you. Raising a hand to block your unadjusted eyes you see an abnormality. The veins lying under your skin are a darkest black, so black it seems to eat the light surrounding your hand. Eyes running over your exposed arm you see your other veins, filled with an inky darkness, to match the phenomenon.

“Worry not son, it is an improvement, by my reckoning at the very least.” The majestic figure walks up to the sitting princess and runs a hand through her fair locks. “Darling, I would like to speak with Reinhold right now. You can go to your lessons.”

“Father I asked Reinhold if I could gift him something for saving me. He asked for a sword. You have a better eye then me for this stuff, so if you could help that’d be great.” Then Marianne follows her father’s suggestion and closes the door as she exits the room.

Gingerly he picks up a hand mirror which looks comically undersized in his grand hand. Taking one long look into it he turns to you and says, “You did very well protecting my daughter. The damage you took was deadly for any mortal man. But you did survive, clearly as you are here. This is due to you becoming more intertwined with your divine heritage. Now, like me, your body has been enhanced by your progenitor. I will not give you a new weapon. I will personally enchant your blade.”

He hands you the mirror. Gazing into it is your face is almost unchanged but now your eyes are without irises. Instead, there is only the void. Moving one hand to your face you finger eyelids to gain a clearer vision of your own eye.

“Also you are much larger then you were.” The Kings’ voice booms out again. “You’ve gained another head in height. Apart from Vincent and myself, you are the tallest person in this castle. Thank you for saving my daughter. It was an action worthy of a minor knight, so expect to be hassled from now on. You’ve risen quickly in my daughter’s opinion too, now I am almost anxious about her new friend. If you do not upset the order of this place and respect rank you will go very far here, Reinhold. You understand right?”

>I understand

>I’m not sure I understand

>She is a woman, she makes her own decisions

>>2547981
>I’m not sure I understand

>>2547981
>I understand
Let's not give the boss a reason to rethink our employment this early.

>>2547981
>I understand

>>2547981
>I understand

>>2547981
>>I understand

"Yes boss, Understood boss, please don't murder me on the spot boss.

>>2548016
Option number 3 is you getting splattered the floor

>>2548026
So how long do we have until the king is too old to stop us?

>>2548031
He's a level 5 mage, they don't age.

>>2547981
>I understand
My King? Might I ask, what *other* enhancements I might be exspecting? I won't turn into a vampire or anything will I? No wait that wouldn't make any sense if its night for you.
Wait if I am bigger, then that mean's I will need to have my armor readjusted, possibly even get new pieces or the whole set.

>>2548035
Oh, I'm new to the quest. Whelp, I hope the Princess finds a nice noble boy then.

>>2548038
I doubt anyone else remembers, I plan to info dump during lessons

>>2548038
Also just because there is a goalkeeper doesn't mean you can't score.

>>2548054
But that's not proper for a knight to just smash and leave.

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>>2548054
I would prefer that Happy Boss stays Happy and not murderous in our general direction.

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>>2548054
can we get a heater, buckler or targe shield later on? the kinds you affix to your forearm?

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>>2548064
>>2548065
>Single Mommy Princess Quest
>>2548070
Sure, I'll think on it.

>>2548074
QM please no. Also isn't magic genetic thus meaning she'd have some weird light + SHADOW stuff? Kinda a dead give away then.

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“Of course sir, I understand fully.” Rushing out the sentence to confirm he doesn’t need to crush you into the floor. “About my enhancement, what can I expect?”

“Well it isn’t the same for everyone, but you will regenerate slowly. Not on the level of a werewolf. Your skin is now as tough as any chain mail. Not only that but you are much stronger. Also, you need new clothing but don’t worry about that ”

“Wow, that’s amazing.”

“Indeed it is, I must go, remember my words.” He thunders out as he leaves.

A maid drops by to give you some lunch and to see if you are ok. Which you are feeling so, your chest no longer burns but itches. Ripping the ruined bandages off you see that your chest is now intact. Your fingers run down the scars marring your torso. The muscles on your stomach are much more defined than before the attack. Putting your shirt back on you decide that you can explore your body further at some other time.

An hour later three figures burst into your room. One a man lacking any hair crowning his dome, another with brown pig tales and the last with a silver ponytail. Chris, Sylvie and Nicolette.

Voicing a greeting, “Hey guys, what are you doing here?”

Chris takes this chance to speak up, “Well, Nicolette was worried about you, but was concerned if you were still in a tiff about losing to her.” Her fist impacts on his side and he gasps for air.

“We are wanted to see how you were doing. I'm glad to see you looking so healthy, it’s a miracle you both made it out of there alive.” Nico nods to the quiet girl to her side, “I ran into Sylvie waiting outside your room, I guess she had the same thought as us.”

That gets Sylvie flushed in the face, “I didn’t want to disturb him if he was sleeping!”

The mousey girl’s outburst puts a smile on your face. There have been times in the past when you have been ill but you’ve not had a reception like this before. All three pick up chairs and create a conversation about your battle. Sylvie then opens a large bag which she has placed on her lap. Both hands withdraw something with black fur and metal. Standing up she unfurls it. In her hands it is a chestplate with a white hand painted on the centre, fur sprouting from the pauldrons leading into a dark cloak.

“Niklaus and I made this for your deed. I thought as we used the bone marrow of the beast for healing potions you should get something. I enchanted it to hold some of the werewolf’s power. I hope it will help you.”

After trying it on you feel a wave of refreshment pass through you. Conversation resumes until a decent time has passed. Thanking them all for visiting and Sylvie for the armour, you call out as they leave to ask if

>Nicolette wants to train together tomorrow

>Chris if he wants to go down a pub tomorrow

>Sylive can teach you how to work Alchemy

>>2548037
Vampires don't exist yet

>>2548078
Yeah pretty much, I'll explain later too tired now.

>>2548128
>>Nicolette wants to train together tomorrow

>>2548128
>Sylive can teach you how to work Alchemy

>>2548128
>>Chris if he wants to go down a pub tomorrow

>>2548128
>Sylive can teach you how to work Alchemy

>>2548128
>Chris if he wants to go down a pub tomorrow

>>2548128
>>Nicolette wants to train together tomorrow

>>2548139
On second thought, i'm switching to Nicolette

>>2548128
>Sylive can teach you how to work Alchemy
Still salty about that fuck up. At least I think from the characters PoV.

>inb4 we fuck up a second time

>>2548149
>Still salty about that fuck up.
I'm still very ill and now I'm very tired. What did I get wrong?

>>2548154
Oh the fight, I get you now.

>>2548154
I think anon meant when we tripped and she tuned us up.

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>>2548128
>Sylive can teach you how to work Alchemy

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“Hey, Nicolette you want to go for round two tomorrow? This time it’ll be just you and me. Chris won’t be there for me to trip over.”

“Sure, I’ll look forward to it. I’m glad you didn’t stumble up on Marianne when fighting the werewolf.” She giggles into her hand.

“Hold on a second, I’ve been training on how not to fall over. So be scared.”

With a smile and wave, you are alone again. Left with nothing but your possessions. Seeing a large box in the corner, it’s the one you took from the music shop. It is your flute.

Not wanting to get up you conjure an arm of darkness. The hulking limb stretches out to the edge of the room and grasps the object and lowers it softly into your lap.

Opening the ornate box you see the instrument in many shining silver pieces. You didn’t know that the instrument was also jigsaw puzzle.

You flick through a manual seeing which piece to put where and how the thing fits all together. After doing so you have the flute in your hands looking like the one placed on the wall of the musician's shop. Pressing your mouth softly into the odd pipe it sounds all wrong. Again you flick through the manual you see that your lips are not meant to touch it.

Withdrawing a book from the box you see how to hold the flute and skim through basic songs for it. Blowing into the pipe you get out the notes you aim for. Feeling secure enough that you’ve memorised each one. In front of you, on your bed, is placed a book opened on a very simple melody.

Roll 3 d20s

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>2548202

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>2548202

>inb4 you roll a double 1 again and land on your face

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>2548202

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You blow into the mouthpiece and fingers pressing down on the keys to the rhythm you have been instructed to follow. Every now and then you mess up a single note but for the most part, you play the piece as it was intended to be played. Feeling pretty happy with yourself, knowing that you can make something out of this.

Again a knocking beats at your door. After telling them to enter you see the figure of Sir Gregory enter.

Getting off your bed you notice just how much you tower over him now. Taking his smaller hand in yours, you shake as he greets you, “Reinhold, good to see you up and around now. So not only are you a slayer of werewolves you are an upcoming musician. You know when I saw you and Marianne coming back with your chest ripped open, I assumed you were quite dead. But then when I walked into Nicolette an hour ago she said you were better than ever. Which I guess is true. Just look at you now.”

“Thanks, I struggled but here I am. Not quite in fighting condition but I shall be when I awake tomorrow.”

He nods his head, “Yes, yes that is good. You see your achievement by slaying a werewolf single single-handedly hasn’t gone unnoticed. It is the very reason I am here. No doubt you know how someone becomes a knight. You get an offer from a senior knight and he teaches you what it is to be a knight. Then after you finish a final quest which he tasks you with, then that squire is now a knight. Now, with your display a you will have a few senior knights after you.”

Walking towards your new armour he holds it up to examine it, “Is this made from the pelt of the wolf you killed?”

“Yeah, Sylvie was kind enough to make it for me.” You explain to him.

“Yes, she is a kind girl. So as I assume you’ve guessed why I am here, to be the first knight to offer you his tutorship. I am not the fastest, strongest or most magically adept out of all my peers but what I can give to you is the best tutoring in what is it to be a knight. None understand it to the level I do. So I shall give you this one chance to accept my offer or turn it down, I’m not interested in an indecisive squire.”

Your mind flicks back to the time you watch him in combat, he is a truly impressive combatant who has strikes fear in into all that face him. The boasts of his knowledge makes you wonder if there are some that do not teach the moral aspect of the title as well as they should. If you were to wager he may be talking about Sir Vincent.

>I am interested

>No thank you

>>2548287
>>I am interested

>>2548287
>I am interested

>>2548287
>>I am interested

>>2548287
>I am interested

Just so you understand if you say no there will be other knights that will ask you soon.

>>2548320
Would much rather have lessons in not bein an edgy asshole though. Gonna stick with my man Greg.

>>2548326
Good, just making sure.

>>2548287
Someone please remind me. Is Sir Gregory one of the first handful of people we meet in the first thread? Is he the one with the huge fucking fist? The guy that looks like a murder machine but is honestly a nice guy?
>I am interested
If we have to go to foreign lands, then we meed to make sure the princess is safe somehow.

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“It would be my honour, sir.”

“Haha, good man Reinhold. I look forward to testing you tomorrow.” He says slapping your shoulder. “I will catch you after we finish Marianne’s history lesson. So don’t worry about a date and a time. Just bring a sword and your armour and you’ll be good. It won’t interfere with your guarding duties at all.”

Your nod to your new mentor and he leaves you with a smile on his face. Then all the fatigue from the day hits you in one blow. Throwing yourself onto the bed forgetting about your wound you land on your stomach. Realising that you incurred no pain from the manoeuvre you once again grope your chest finding the only issue are the scars you have gained. You are fully healed.

Not a bad price for being a squire. Men have died for much less.

Tendrils sprout from ever side of the bed to worm their way up to you. They remove your clothing until none is left and you wrap yourself within your cosy and warm blanket. Then they recede back into the ground from whence they came.

With a final yawn you hope for good dreams, but maybe none too good. Eyes closing you curl up and fall asleep.

Ok that's me done for the night, I am incredibly tired and ill. I feel as if today suffered heavily from my ailment so don't take too negative of an opinion of me.

I hope to see you all again, but right now I'm going to pass out so I'll answer any question in the morning.
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>>2548349
>Is he the one with the huge fucking fist?
No, he's a different one.
>If we have to go to foreign lands, then we meed to make sure the princess is safe somehow.
Don't worry about that.

>>2548370
Good thread, no worries mate.

>>2548376
Oh. So he's the second one we meet? The one that look annoyed teaching the princess or am I still thinking of someone else?

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>>2547678
>Instead of being molested, Reinhold rips out a man's throat with his teeth.

>>2548416
All's well that ends well, nothing truly bad happens and we understand our character a bit more. A good session if I say so's.

>>2548505
Well the sister didn't have a pleasant time.

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>>2548589
Well of course not Anon, anyone that's making that kind of scream is not going to have a good time. Which does come to the question of what happened to her since then, because it does change a lot about what you know about someone when you witness them kill someone in front of your own eyes.

I wonder when we get a waifu into our bed will OP fade to black or describe the experience?

Bad dream, Wet dream, mutation, cool sword and squiredom. over all a success i'd say.

>>2548625
This is a blue christian board not degenerate anonkun shit, so I hope he fades to black

I liked this thread, though it felt a bit like too much stuff happening at once.
If i may suggest, i say you take it a bit slower, instead of just advancing/getting stronger suddenly.

>>2548393
>So he's the second one we meet? The one that look annoyed teaching the princess or am I still thinking of someone else?
Yeah
>>2548908
I agree, I also feel that I should have made the Nico, Sylvie and the other guy part be two updates at the very least.

>>2548416
I only thought of that due to an anon reminding me of Reinholds rage.

Also feel free to give me ideas about how the King is going to enchant your sword.

>>2552306
Something that would enhance the dark tendrill abilities or make them easier to use or modify for various purposes?

>>2552306
A passive ability that allows us to will the blade to be intangible/pass through solid objects.
That way we can deal damage to plate wielding knights or pain in the ass shield lovers.

In the last thread, I said real life is hectic for this month. Also, a family member has started coughing up blood yesterday. Don't expect another thread this month and most probably I will be visiting the ill family member during the first week of next month. In the meantime feel free to ask me anything in the thread, DM me over twitter or message me over discord (I am in the /qst/ discord).

I'm not going to disappear into nothingness, so don't worry about that.

Is this a rerun of the original Princess Guard quest?

>>2555930
No. New QM.

>>2555930
>Is this a rerun of the original Princess Guard quest?
Kinda, I'm taking this in a different direction.

>>2555957
what is the purpose
>>2555998
What's your Discord? Lets fuck.

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>>2556012
>Lets fuck
No thanks lad, but here if you want to talk about the quest. Blimf#6564

>>2556012
Damn son at least buy the poor bastard some dinner first!

>>2556091
Do you think I scared him?

>>2560525
I'm good lad

Are we doing routes or are relationships going to be dynamic?

Assuming all the girls are still in their teens are they going to be as lewd as real life teenage girls?

>>2566655
>>2566668
Up to you players, making a convincing case for either and I'll think about it.

>>2566668
Well I mean, The only good waifu is the one we must protect. The issue is her dad will fucking destroy us so... Forever lonely.

>>2567088
>The only good waifu is the one we must protect.
The maid by your bed was the awoo, who you meet proper next session. Also, the sessions from now on will spread more light on the other girls.

>>2567112
Ah, Hmm.. I see

Oh fuck, my weakness. Cute awoo in maid outfits. I must hold strong however.

>>2567126
Maybe she needs a strong man to help her from bullies?

>Rereading my quest
>I can't edit my posts
Fucking hell

>>2547436
Holy shit, PGQ. Are you the same guy?

>>2572529
Nope it's a different dude QM'ing.

>>2572529
>Are you the same guy?
Nope, it is a shitpost gone rogue.

Luciana best girl!

>>2578844
You're fucking wrong though.

Well, this is on page 10, so this is me saying bye until some time next month. Check my twitter to see when I'll get my next thread out. Don't forget about me and have a good month etc.

>>2578844
In the next couple of threads she'll make an appearance.

>>2578844
The red head?
fucking right she is