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You are Noel Tiberius di Hazaran, currently ranked number thirteen in the Organization, and you've found yourself in an uncommon degree of danger. After taking an assignment to investigate the disappearance of Fiore, a warrior assigned to a neighboring region, you encountered the reason for her disappearance: a former number seven by the name of “Earthbreaker” Saria.

Saria is now an awakened being, a powerful yōma with the skills and the twisted personality of a half-blood warrior married with an unmatched thirst for blood... or at least that's what you expected. She had killed off an entire town of more than 1,500 residents and taken the life of the warrior you were trying to find, all with the hopes of attracting a powerful warrior to torture into awakening. But you quickly realized she was doing so out of loneliness, and seems to have only killed Fiore by mistake. Which while still horrifying, piqued your interest.

She captured you with brute force, but by talking with her you've slowly managed to bring fragments of the person she was before awakening back to the surface, and you learned her story in the process. She felt abandoned by the Organization and by her closest friend, and the two of you briefly clashed over your worldviews and your views of awakening as an escape from the sort of pain and grief Saria experienced at the end of her career as a warrior.

Ultimately, she ended up releasing you from captivity with a single caveat: for the next six days, you're her's to fight with. If you awaken before defeating her she wins, and she gets her awakened 'friend' to keep her company until the Organization sees fit to destroy you both. But if you last the full six days, it's likely that the experience will have not only sharpened you as a fighter but will have given you a chance to improve upon your White Fist technique in actual combat.

“Six days,” you mutter to yourself, disengaging with your foe. “Six days... when six minutes can feel like an eternity.”

“I'm sure you'll be fine,” Saria insists cheerfully, hefting her own broken sword. “Either you'll win... or you won't. But at the end of the week you won't have to worry about it no matter what!”

As much as you hate to admit it, when she puts it like that she has a point.

“So, keep it up Noel!” the little awakened being cheers, dashing towards you with blinding speed. “Whichever way this goes I wanna make the most of it!”
>1/2
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>>2579530
The two of you exchange powerful, high-speed slashes of your swords... but these are just testing at this point. You can't commit until you know a little more about Saria's combat style, and Saria herself seems like she's in no rush to escalate things. Like a little kid, she seems to just be enjoying herself.

“It seems like you're waiting for something,” she muses playfully, countering a sharp swing of your blade with a sweep of her own. “You want to know what the nickname 'Earthbreaker' means, don't you?”

“The thought crossed my mind,” you admit.

“Well then get ready!” she tells you, leaping back and shifting her grip on her blade. “Watch closely, Noel!”

>3d10, best of three
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Rolled 3, 6, 2 = 11 (3d10)

>>2579535
oh dear.
>“Well then get ready!” she tells you, leaping back and shifting her grip on her blade. “Watch closely, Noel!”
Now Saria's acting more like a mentor.
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Rolled 9, 3, 8 = 20 (3d10)

>>2579535
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>>2579541
good job!
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Rolled 9, 2, 4 = 15 (3d10)

>>2579535
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>>2579541
Try to remember the basics of CQC, Noel!
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>>2579557
One must die and one must live. No victory, no defeat.
The survivor will carry on the fight. It is our destiny... The one who survives will inherit the title of Bad Luck. And the one who inherits the title of Bad Luck will face an existence of endless battle. I'll give you six days. In six days, Single numbers will come and sword the hell out of this place. If you can beat me in less than six days, you'll be able to escape in time.
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>>2579567
And then lolibaba shows Noel her stigma.
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>>2579573
Lolibaba has no more stigma. the stigma gets erased when a claymore goes WOKE.
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>>2579535
Saria isn't attacking that quickly, at least not in terms of how fast she moves her feet. But what immediately strikes you as unusual is the way she braces her right wrist with her left hand rather than keeping her off hand free or gripping her sword in two hands. She's also telegraphing a little too much for it to be accidental, raising her broken sword over her left shoulder in a way that makes it obvious that the strike is going to come from that side.

However you can't really say just yet what she's planning, so a parry still makes sense. You raise your sword to protect your high outside line, and just a split second too late it occurs to you what Saria is doing: she's awakening her arms, using her left hand to brace her right arm and build up pressure to insane levels.

And then she releases the tension, and with it comes the power of a single-digit's fully awakened right arm with plenty[/i ] of set-up time.

The blow knocks you off your feet entirely and sends you crashing out the brickwork wall of Anren's modest church, and you bounce hard off the paved street before colliding with what from the brief glimpse you got seemed like a general store. You go through that wall too, ending up upside-down behind the sales counter.

“You turned the flat of your blade at the last second,” you hear Saria calling out from the street. “Good reaction! If you hadn't done that your own blade might've severed your arm.”

“So that's why they called you 'Earthbreaker',” you realize aloud, pushing your way out through the store's swinging front doors.

“It's just that powerful a single blow,” Saria tells you cheerfully. “Strongest single-hit attack in my generation!”

“Not just that,” you press, stretching the muscles in your right shoulder after the immense hit. “Force like that isn't easy to stop, so any time you use it downwards you'd create a crater, wouldn't you? This the 'Earthbreaker' part.”

“Very perceptive!” Saria cheers. “Full marks!”

Full... marks?

“Now, did you see how I did it?” she asks.

>I did. Unfortunately I'm not sure it suits my own style that well, nor am I sure I can reproduce it.
>No. Explain it to me in more detail, it was a little hard to keep track of in the moment.
>See it? I can do you one better than that, and the way you controlled it interests me anyway.
>Other?
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>>2579602
>>No. Explain it to me in more detail, it was a little hard to keep track of in the moment.
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>>2579602
>>See it? I can do you one better than that, and the way you controlled it interests me anyway.
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>>2579602
>>No. Explain it to me in more detail, it was a little hard to keep track of in the moment.
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>>2579602
>See it? I can do you one better than that, and the way you controlled it interests me anyway.
Striking with just the arm is amateur. I bet we can do better combining our book lessons with awakening our legs for a stronger push.
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>>2579617
Where by 'book lessons' I mean the lessons on proper body mechanics.
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>>2579602
>>>I did. Unfortunately I'm not sure it suits my own style that well, nor am I sure I can reproduce it.
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>>2579602
>See it? I can do you one better than that, and the way you controlled it interests me anyway.
>other: do yourself one better by trying to apply Saria's technique with what you've learned from Father Vigilus's book.
>>2579617
supporting the incorporation of footwork and Saria's technique
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>>2579602
>>No. Explain it to me in more detail, it was a little hard to keep track of in the moment.
I'm a little hesitant to go all in and try to copy that.
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I'll wait for a tie-breaker.
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>>2579602
>>No. Explain it to me in more detail, it was a little hard to keep track of in the moment.
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>3d10, DC 16, critical 24
>best of three
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Rolled 4, 7, 1 = 12 (3d10)

>>2579660
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Rolled 10, 8, 3 = 21 (3d10)

>>2579660
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Rolled 2, 10, 7 = 19 (3d10)

>>2579660
dice is fail.
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Rolled 9, 7, 7 = 23 (3d10)

>>2579660
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>gonna write in a few minutes
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>>2579672
“I didn't quite catch all the details,” you admit. “I was a little preoccupied. Would you mind...”

“That's alright!” Saria reassures you, leveling her blade and pushing her wrist against her supporting hand. “I can just show you again! As many times as you like!”

This time she uses Earthbreaker in the form of a powerful thrust, which you easily sidestep but can't parry due to the speed of her charge. She sticks the broken end of her sword into the ground and grinds her way to a stop, and she's already building up power for a horizontal swing when she pries her blade free and charges back the way she came.

As she bears down on you, a few options come to mind...

>Take a low crouch, angling your sword over your head and shoulder to deflect Saria's blade upward.
>Put the point of your blade into the ground, use it as a shield to take the full force of the incoming blow.
>Try to mimic the Earthbreaker technique to create some debris that would slow Saria's edge.
>Other?
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>>2579723
>>Take a low crouch, angling your sword over your head and shoulder to deflect Saria's blade upward.
Deflection sounds good.
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>>2579723
>Try to mimic the Earthbreaker technique to create some debris that would slow Saria's edge.
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>>2579723
>>>Take a low crouch, angling your sword over your head and shoulder to deflect Saria's blade upward.
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>>2579723
>Other
Her strikes are telegraphed and hard to control. If they miss, they should leave her open to a counterattack.
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>>2579739
In with this
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>>2579723
>Take a low crouch, angling your sword over your head and shoulder to deflect Saria's blade upward.
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>>2579739
>>2579746
Yeah well you have to compel her to miss first lads. So deflection, or the mimic earth breaker.
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>>2579723
>Try to mimic the Earthbreaker technique to create some debris that would slow Saria's edge.
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>>2579723
>>Take a low crouch, angling your sword over your head and shoulder to deflect Saria's blade upward.
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>>2579752
Good point.
Changing my vote to
>Try to mimic the Earthbreaker technique to create some debris that would slow Saria's edge.
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>>2579752
This was, in fact, my reasoning: create an opening without forcing Noel to waste energy and compromise her positioning by going full evasive.
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>>2579723
It's hard for her to change direction, so if you can slip around the strike she's done, and wide open for an attack at that
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>>2579723
>Try to mimic the Earthbreaker technique to create some debris that would slow Saria's edge.
New techniques are fun.
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>>2579723
>Take a low crouch, angling your sword over your head and shoulder to deflect Saria's blade upward.
full pary.
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>>2579723
Take a low crouch, angling your sword over your head and shoulder to deflect Saria's blade upward.
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>3d10, best of three
>DC 19, critical 23
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Rolled 10, 9, 8 = 27 (3d10)

>>2579793
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Rolled 3, 10, 3 = 16 (3d10)

>>2579793
So is there a point to rolling after a crit? We don't have crit fails right?
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Rolled 10, 2, 3 = 15 (3d10)

>>2579793
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Rolled 7, 3, 10 = 20 (3d10)

>>2579793
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Rolled 1, 6, 9 = 16 (3d10)

>>2579794
>>2579794
WELP.
>>2579793
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>>2579797
it's for good record keeping. there is a crit fail, but that's only achieved by literally rolling a (1, 1, 1).
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Hey King, I think the dice gods are arguing against Noel’s nickname and winning.
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>>2579793
You can tell what direction the swing will come from, so at the last possible second you take a page out of the monks' book and take a low, wide stance that drops your center of balance much closer to the ground. You also lower the point of your blade and raise the hilt, carefully angling the edge in preparation for Saria's strike.

Her sword clashes against yours, edges sliding against each other, and while the force nearly wrenches your own sword from your hands you succeed in deflecting the Earthbreaker up and over your body.

Saria's eyes widen in delight as she realizes what you've done, and she almost giggles as your left fist slams into her ribs and sends her reeling. The momentum of her charge carries her through and she tumbles across the ground before rolling back to her feet.

“You came up with a counter so quickly!” she compliments you. “Not even a full day, how incredible!”

“Thanks,” you reply, raising your blade into a ready position and balancing carefully on the balls of your feet like the manual told you to do. “It was a bit of a gamble, whether I could withstand the blow without using any yōki.”

“Well now, that's a dilemma for me,” Saria replies, blinking once to reveal slitted amber eyes. “See, I still want you to use your yōki. So let's step things up a notch.”

>Release 10% yōki to match Saria's yōki level, at least for the time being.
>Release 20%, since Saria's yōki is more powerful than yours is you need the extra power.
>Refuse to release, instead focus on using that deflecting trick as many times as you can.
>Other?
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>>2579842
>>Refuse to release, instead focus on using that deflecting trick as many times as you can.
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>>2579842
>Refuse to release, instead focus on using that deflecting trick as many times as you can.
we need to practice our footwork.
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>>2579842
>>Refuse to release, instead focus on using that deflecting trick as many times as you can.
We can crank it up later, we need to work on this a bit.
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>>2579842
>Refuse to release, instead focus on using that deflecting trick as many times as you can.
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>>2579842
>Refuse to release, instead focus on using that deflecting trick as many times as you can.
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>>2579842
>Other:
>Refuse to release, instead focus on dodging
She will use some kind of a counter-technique to our deflection, so let's not be predictable.
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>>2579842
>Release 10% yōki to match Saria's yōki level, at least for the time being.
>other: divert yoki power to legs instead of arm. Also try kicking.
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>>2579842
>Release 10% yōki to match Saria's yōki level, at least for the time being.
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>>2579842
>>Refuse to release, instead focus on using that deflecting trick as many times as you can.
Gotta increase our base abilities before trying to add the multiplier that is yoki. I have no idea if that's how that actually works but sure why not.
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>>2579842
>3d10, best of three
>higher is better, but aim for 20+
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Rolled 5, 4, 1 = 10 (3d10)

>>2579907
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Rolled 3, 7, 5 = 15 (3d10)

>>2579907
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Rolled 3, 10, 10 = 23 (3d10)

>>2579907
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>>2579901
practically improving Yoki efficiency and reserves > base abilities once the claymore has fully matured.

>>2579919
Good job /k/
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>>2579907
>higher is better, but aim for 20+
that acknowledgement of the 20+ benchmark when no dc is stated.
>>2579919
ayy
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>>2579842
>>Release 10% yōki to match Saria's yōki level, at least for the time being.
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Alright, give me an unusual roll: a 1d36 roll, taking the third one only.
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Rolled 36 (1d36)

>>2579948
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Rolled 9 (1d36)

>>2579948
Ok, here goes all the things.
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Rolled 16 (1d36)

>>2579948
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Rolled 33 (1d36)

>>2579948
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Rolled 8 (1d36)

>>2579948
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>>2579948
You decide to hold off on tapping your yōki for now, and instead you decide to try holding her off with this parrying technique you've started to use. Letting your opponent's weapon slide past you rather than blocking outright is something you've seen in writing, but after actually using it makes it feel like you can fit this in with your own White Fist style.

Saria apparently decided to push you even harder: this time you watch her muscles ripple and bulge as she builds up force just by using opposing muscle groups to do it.

Each blow feels like it's going to pop your arms out of your shoulders, though the force is less than the first three attempts in exchange for the ability to use it multiple times in rapid succession. And she keeps on doing it, with the occasional quip or comment, without even slowing down or breaking a sweat. For hour after hour she rains powerful blows against your guard, and your guard holds.

The sun rises high in the sky, and still your guard holds.

The sun begins to sink, and although several buildings have been smashed into bits Saria still hasn't let up, nor have you fallen. You even managed to get a few punches and a slash or two in to keep the battle from being totally one-sided. The sun disappears below the horizon, the stars come out and the moonlight washes over the dead town, and the winds sweep down from the peaks... and still you find yourself fighting hard against the awakened being.

But finally, after what feels like the better part of twenty-four hours, Saria knocks you to your knee with a heavy two-handed blow.

“How long do you think it's been?” Saria asks you in the moonlight. “Because I think it's been sixteen hours.”

You can't help but pant slightly from the long exchange... it's hard to believe that she hasn't tired at all. “The stamina of an awakened being is insane...”

“You'll get used to it,” Saria insists cheerfully.

>You're not dead yet, you can keep fighting like this for a while longer.
>You need to tap your yōki or you might start making fatal mistakes from exhaustion.
>You need to track down something to eat if you want to keep fighting.
>Other?
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>>2579993
>>You need to track down something to eat if you want to keep fighting.
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>>2579993
>>You need to track down something to eat if you want to keep fighting.
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>>2579993
>>You need to tap your yōki or you might start making fatal mistakes from exhaustion.
>>You need to track down something to eat if you want to keep fighting.
I don't think either is mutually exclusive.
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>>2579993
>You need to tap your yōki or you might start making fatal mistakes from exhaustion.
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>>2579993
>You need to track down something to eat if you want to keep fighting.
>other: "scrambled eggs?"
Fiora's Cremation urn better not be part of the unfortunate buildings smashed by Saria's Earthbreaker!
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>>2579993
>>You need to tap your yōki or you might start making fatal mistakes from exhaustion.
Alright time to stop pussying out. We can stop when we're dead on our feet.
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>>2579993
>You need to tap your yōki or you might start making fatal mistakes from exhaustion.
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>>2579993
>>>You need to track down something to eat if you want to keep fighting.
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>>2579993
>3d10, best of three
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Rolled 5, 5, 1 = 11 (3d10)

>>2580053
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Rolled 4, 8, 1 = 13 (3d10)

>>2580053
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Rolled 1, 2, 7 = 10 (3d10)

>>2580053
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Rolled 10, 4, 2 = 16 (3d10)

>>2580053
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Rolled 6, 4, 10 = 20 (3d10)

>>2580053
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>>2580056
>>2580057
>>2580059
Oh god, we’re gonna die.
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>>2580059
>>2580057
>>2580056
no food.... fuck. that and I missed out on dice
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>>2580057
>13
Our lucky number!
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>>2580068
hah.
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>>2580053
You need to eat something to keep yourself going, and so you run towards the edge of town with Saria hot on your heels. Around the edge of town you find some low trees, which could be a good place to hunt.

“What are you doing, silly?” Saria taunts you playfully.

After about an hour or so of dodging Saria's attacks, you catch a glimpse of movement out of the corner of your eye: a rabbit, darting towards a shrub. You raise your sword to try and sling it, hoping that you can swiftly kill it and tear into it while keeping Saria off your back... but you're forced to parry an attack.

Saria glances past your shoulder as the rabbit flees. “You're hungry?”

You disengage and try again, only for Saria to outmaneuver you and put you on your back foot once more. The startled rabbit keeps on running, until it bolts down into a burrow.

“Aw, you lost it,” Saria coos, forcing you to duck under her blade. “That's alright, keep trying.”

Next you spy a small deer... which Saria also prevents you from killing. You nearly kill a bird, but Saria's woody tendrils find your blade midflight instead.

“You lost this!” she tells you cheerfully as she tosses you the blade.

You even get desperate enough to work your way back into town, knocking down a door and searching the first likely-looking home for anything edible. Then the building crumbles around you, forcing you to dart out into the streets with nothing to show for your efforts.

Finally, you're forced to release ten percent of your yōki just to keep the hunger pains at bay, tapping those reserves to remain functional.

“There we go,” Saria smiles, coming face to face with you as the sun rises on day two. “That's what I wanted to see!”

>Fine. You wanted to see it, here it is. Engage her in a similar style to before.
>You're using yōki anyway, go for White Fist.
>Maybe now you can get yourself something to eat.
>Other?
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>and I need to call it quits due to needing to catch a plane tomorrow morning
Thanks for playing, and probably expect an update or two tomorrow night. Hope you had fun, and sorry I just can't go any longer as things stand.
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>>2580101
>You're using yōki anyway, go for White Fist.
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>>2580101
>Maybe now you can get yourself something to eat.
Hungry noel is grumpy noel
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>>2580101
>You're using yōki anyway, go for White Fist
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>>2580101
>Maybe now you can get yourself something to eat.
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>>2580101
>Maybe now you can get yourself something to eat.
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>>2580101
>>You're using yōki anyway, go for White Fist.
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>>2580101
>Maybe now you can get yourself something to eat.
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>>2580101
>>Maybe now you can get yourself something to eat.
Thanks for the run!
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>>2580101
>>You're using yōki anyway, go for White Fist.
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>>2580101
>You're using yōki anyway, go for White Fist.
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>>2580101
You're using yōki anyway, go for White Fist.
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>>2580101
>maybe now you can get something for yourself to eat.
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>>2580101
>>You're using yōki anyway, go for White Fist.
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>>2580101
>Maybe now you can get yourself something to eat.
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>will update around noon PST
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>>2581793
And while I'm in the air you might as well already be rolling, one less thing to mind when I get home.
>3d10, DC 17, critical 22
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Rolled 9, 3, 1 = 13 (3d10)

>>2581858
Here we go
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Rolled 3, 3, 5 = 11 (3d10)

>>2581858
banzaiaiiii
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Rolled 7, 8, 7 = 22 (3d10)

>>2581858
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>>2581880
clutcchhhh
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>>2581880
Clutch crit, nice.
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>>2581880
And go ahead with a 1d24 roll as well, taking the second.
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Rolled 2 (1d24)

>>2581950
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Rolled 9 (1d24)

>>2581950
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>>2581950
You make a snap decision: if you're already being forced to draw on your yōki after just one day, if you draw more yōki and rely upon the White Fist style you can essentially consider it a wash. It means more intensive use of what you'd already tried to avoid using, but in exchange your attacks may actually stand a chance of affecting your awakened opponent. And while 50% utilization carries its own associated risks you're simply swapping those for the risk of being outright overpowered.

And if you can gain some experience in using your unique combat style, maybe make some improvements on it? You might even consider that to be coming out ahead.

>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a9LprhEoNTc

You decide to commit to it.

Your muscles strain and your bones creak from the force your body is trying desperately to contain, and Saria watches on with glee as you carefully halt the release at exactly the point you feel necessary. It's less of a controlled transformation than outsiders might think, and more like deliberately triggering an avalanche only to arrest its advance halfway downslope.

Which is to say, it's amazing every time it actually works.

“My my,” Saria coos. “I never took you to be the type that did thinks halfway. I might need to reconsider making such an unreliable person my friend.”

“I don't think that's really true,” you growl hoarsely.

“You're right!” Saria chirps. “I'll just need to remind you how it's done!”

In a powerful burst of yōki, the little awakened being makes good on her threat. As dark as it is so early before the dawn you can still see the change in her shape, which matches the explosive growth of her dark and inhuman powers.

By the time the sun rises you've been fighting her for what feels like hours, and you can finally start to see the details you've missed twice so far due to the dark. She stands maybe two and a half or three times your height, with great limbs like vines twisted and knotted together and hair like trailing willow-branches lined with what look like tiny metallic leaves. Her face still appears human-like, though more as if it has been carved as a mask to resemble her human face rather than a thing of flesh and blood.

If she were merely a tree you'd find her branches a stately sort of shade to sit under, out of the hot midday sun of Hazaran.
>1/2
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>>2582244
“Now is no time to be dozing off, Noel,” she cautions you, extending her arm as a cluster of tendrils which lash at the spot where you were standing an instant before, each carrying the full power of her Earthbreaker technique.

“You can use that with all of your roots and branches...” you realize before ducking into a nearby building and lowering your voice, to keep your own emerging doubts to yourself. “Are all single-digits this obscenely powerful if they awaken?”

Taking a moment to disengage, you fish through a small storeroom in the building you've sheltered inside, which seems to have once been an inn. To your pleasure you find a barrel of roasted hazelnuts... the flavor is absolutely heavenly, and you shovel several fistfulls of the nuts into your mouth while you have the chance. Some salted meat is hanging on a drying rack nearby, and you all but inhale that as well before the sound of failing timbers and falling bricks tells you it's time to leap out the nearest window like a robber caught in the act.

“Did you enjoy your little lunch?” the tree-monster with Saria's face asks. “If you lost track that's about what time it is.”

>You DID enjoy it, and you'll pay Saria back for trying to starve you by attacking all out.
>More importantly it gave you time to think... you need to slowly dial back your yōki usage.
>This is a chance to practice White Fist, to reduce its demand on your body and mind.
>Other?
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>>2582247
>>This is a chance to practice White Fist, to reduce its demand on your body and mind.
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>>2582247
>>This is a chance to practice White Fist, to reduce its demand on your body and mind.
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>>2582247
>This is a chance to practice White Fist, to reduce its demand on your body and mind.
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>>2582247
>>>This is a chance to practice White Fist, to reduce its demand on your body and mind.
"Stop trying to hit me and hit me."
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>>2582247
>This is a chance to practice White Fist, to reduce its demand on your body and mind.
>other: "you made me miss breakfast".
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>>2582247
>other: try to talk but fail because there's still a piece of salted meat and a handful of hazelnuts that stuffed your mouth silly.
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>>2582247
>This is a chance to practice White Fist, to reduce its demand on your body and mind.
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>>2582247
>You DID enjoy it, and you'll pay Saria back for trying to starve you by attacking all out.
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>>2582247
>>This is a chance to practice White Fist, to reduce its demand on your body and mind.
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>>2582247
>>This is a chance to practice White Fist, to reduce its demand on your body and mind.
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>>2582247
>>This is a chance to practice White Fist, to reduce its demand on your body and mind.

A determination to fist!
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I must admit, part of me really wants us to awaken here.
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>>2582543
I'm fine either way. It'd certainly be interesting and king is a good writer.
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>>2582543
As promising as awakening is, you have to keep in mind about in-character views. Noel awakening is something that she absolutely does not want to happen to her since it basically severs all good long term options that she prefers to have, not to mention the huge backlash it would cause to the people of Hazaran as they still love Noel as a princess.

I for one would like Noel to stay as a claymore and not awaken.

Besides, if we fail in this endeavor, you'll get your wish in the end. Until then, don't you even dare sabotage our chances of making it through the 6 day swordfight.
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>>2582543
half- awakening like all the main characters in the manga, and gaining special powers would be neat
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>>2582543
Can we at least try to hold on to our humanity and not awaken during the fight?
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Trying to get used to using White Fist seems like a solid consensus.
>3d10, best of three
>DC 19 to make some headway, DC 24 for a genuine breakthrough
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Rolled 9, 9, 9 = 27 (3d10)

>>2582584


>>2582578
Eh if we end up wakening I'd rather have a 'buddy.' That's the only thing really tempting me at this particular juncture.
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Rolled 8, 4, 3 = 15 (3d10)

>>2582584
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Rolled 1, 5, 10 = 16 (3d10)

>>2582584
>>2582575
it only works if you have a fellow claymore who can tether your soul down and keep you from going FULL WOKE. As of right now, Noel is alone and Saria intends to turn Noel into an awakened being. Insanity and all strings attached.
>>2582586
WELP. TIME FOR ENLIGHTENMENT.
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Rolled 7, 10, 5 = 22 (3d10)

>>2582584
rolling

>>2582586
>Those triple 9s
>Tzeentch approves of our techniques
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Rolled 1, 8, 5 = 14 (3d10)

>>2582586
ayyyyyyy
>>2582584
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>>2582586
Mmmm 3 x the number of magic
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>>2582586
Tha-that is so beautiful anon.
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>>2582617
It's a slap in the face too.

>"Eh I'd be okay with Saria, she's neat and awakening would be awful but inter-"
>MEGA CRIT SPECHUL
o-oh.
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>>2582624
It turns out our fists are more woke than all the Awakened Beings combined.
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>>2582586
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>>2582586
Well then. I need three rolls of 1d12, I'll be adding the results.
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Rolled 9 (1d12)

>>2582719
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Rolled 9 (1d12)

>>2582719
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Rolled 9 (1d12)

>>2582719
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Rolled 4 (1d12)

>>2582719
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Rolled 5 (1d12)

>>2582719
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Rolled 4 (1d12)

>>2582719
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>>2582721
>>2582726
>>2582727
It's the magic number ~~
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>>2582727
>>2582726
>>2582721
>initially crit 9,9,9
>queen asks for 3 more dice 1d12
> 9,9,9
I think the dice gods are telling us something. It might be our lucky number.
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Rolled 11 (1d12)

>>2582719
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>>2582726
>>2582727
another pair of triple nines....
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>>2582721
>>2582726
>>2582727
M-masaka!
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>>2582721
>>2582726
>>2582727

THE GOD OF CHANGE IS UPON US!
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>>2582727
>>2582726
>>2582721
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>>2582719

NINES!? NOEL OF NINES? NINE NOELS!?
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>>2582746
Nine Nein Nien?
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>>2582746
We're going to be the Nine-Ball in this story aren't we?
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>>2582752
Oh yes, yes, yes.
>writing
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>>2582586
>>2582721
>>2582726
>>2582727
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>>2582743
TZEENTCH HERE ME, BLESS THIS RAVAGED CLAYMORE!

MAKE HER YOUR AVATAR OF CHANGE, LET HER FOSTER HOPE OH LORD OF CHAOS
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>>2582831
*hear me

man that's embarrassing
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>>2582831
>Here

not Hear
You dun goofed the incantation up! You've cursed us!
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>>2582719
Looking at things objectively, this is something of an unusual opportunity: you may never have another chance to push yourself this hard for this amount of time again... meaning that if you were ever going to train to reduce the strain White Fist places on you, now would be the time.

Locked in a deathmatch with the willowy Earthbreaker all afternoon and into the evening, you begin to learn by doing the opposite of what someone else in your position might expect and increase how much yōki you draw. By your estimate you reach seventy percent of your maximum, which is perilously close to what your 'point of no return' should be: then you hold it there to get a good feel for how your yōki flows at this output. Your punches fall like hammer-strikes against Saria's tough hide, her razor-sharp hair and lethal vine whips shatter much of what remains standing of Anren save for the church, and the few times she connects you swiftly regenerate the damage.

And then you draw your yōki back down.

By nightfall you're back at half your theoretical 'maximum', and by around midnight your muscles no longer bulge in quite the same way. Your strikes grow weaker somewhat, to Saria's obvious disappointment, but your speed remains fairly good and your technique begins to grow more precise rather than the wild display of brute strength you gave her in the afternoon.

By daybreak, you've reduced your yōki utilization to just 15%... a fraction of what it cost you to make use of White Fist just a few days ago.

“I never thought it possible!” Saria pouts, crossing her arm-tendrils. “You're using that fistfighting technique without drawing even twenty percent of your yōki... you've cut the demand by at least two thirds! No fair!”

“How is that not fair?” you ask, savoring the fact that your voice has returned to normal.

“When I made our deal I really didn't think you could do it!” she admits. “But... I suppose I still have to honor my word, and you are getting to the point I'd be okay letting you kill me.”

“Hmmm... how tiresome.”

The fight continues until a little after midday, when you notice something off about your body. Each punch feels easy now, your movements free and light compared to when you had to release 50% of your yōki just to remain mobile. But at the same time, you can't help but feel profoundly tired. You've been more than three days without sleep after all... even your modified body has human needs from time to time.

Snagging some dried fruits from a destroyed shop while evading Saria's attacks doesn't seem to help, either.

>Try finding some meat to kill and eat, see if protein is what you're missing.
>Maybe if you ask nicely Saria will let you take a nap for a few minutes.
>Allow yourself to draw a little more yōki again, maybe an increase to 20%.
>Other?
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>>2582838
>Allow yourself to draw a little more yōki again, maybe an increase to 20%.
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>>2582838
>>Try finding some meat to kill and eat, see if protein is what you're missing.
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>>2582838
>>Allow yourself to draw a little more yōki again, maybe an increase to 20%.
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>>2582838
>>Try finding some meat to kill and eat, see if protein is what you're missing.

GOTTA GET THAT PROTEIN SO WE CAN BE SWOLE SON!
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>>2582838
>Maybe if you ask nicely Saria will let you take a nap for a few minutes.
We've been awake for 3 whole days. We need shut-eye. Or try and fight while sleeping.
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>>2582838
>>Allow yourself to draw a little more yōki again, maybe an increase to 20%.
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>>2582838
>Allow yourself to draw a little more yōki again, maybe an increase to 20%.
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>>2582838
>Maybe if you ask nicely Saria will let you take a nap for a few minutes.
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>>2582838
>>Maybe if you ask nicely Saria will let you take a nap for a few minutes.
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>>2582838
>ask saria if you could have a nap.
>other: we can cuddle if you'd like. As friends
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>>2582886
>Wake up to her ripping out your guts and feeding you people.
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>>2582893
there are no people in Anren. Everyone's dead.
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>>2582838
>>Try finding some meat to kill and eat, see if protein is what you're missing.
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>>2582894
I hate to be the one to tell you this, but, you usually eat dead things.
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>>2582899
>tfw I don't have that "Stomach is a Graveyard" screencap
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Ok.

here's the thing.

Noel has gone over 3 days without sleep.

She has very little ended to eat much and has had meat recently. Protein is not necessary.

Yoki MIGHT and I do stress MIGHT work, but it cannot compensate for lack of sleep. She'll lose control and slip into awakening in quite likely the worst way. (read Priscilla omnicidal maniac way, as sanity as an AB is the Lowest common denominator of when you turned.)

Noel needs sleep, she needs it badly.
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>>2582838
>Maybe if you ask nicely Saria will let you take a nap for a few minutes.
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>>2582914
How long can Claymores go without sleep? Is it even the same as a normal human?
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>>2582838
>>Maybe if you ask nicely Saria will let you take a nap for a few minutes.
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>>2582838
>Try finding some meat to kill and eat, see if protein is what you're missing.
>Maybe if you ask nicely Saria will let you take a nap for a few minutes.
common girl you don't want the most fun you've ever had in your life to end this soon do you?
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>>2582923
>>2582914

please delete your protein vote for the sake of good record keeping if you've decided to change votes.
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>>2582922
Even if she can go beyond human limits..

She's been awake for 4-5 days know as Being Ko'd does not count as sleep.
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>>2582914
We already to go no holds barred for six days. So... We're breaking the agreement and there could be some fucked consequences for it.
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>>2582838
>>Maybe if you ask nicely Saria will let you take a nap for a few minutes.
Sure why not.
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>>2582922
it's the same as a normal human's need for sleep. As implied by King in the update.
>You've been more than three days without sleep after all... even your modified body has human needs from time to time.
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>>2582929
I did.

>>2582932
hence ASKING. Worse she can say is no, and we've been taking pauses for food this entire time.
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>>2582932
we've been eating while fighting. which technically does not count as breaking the agreement. We're just asking for a few minutes of shut-eye while Saria gets to put Noel in a grapple/cuddle. Besides, if Noel's gonna be her friend, they might as well start cuddling.
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>>2582929
Already did, I know how to 4chan.
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>>2582838
>>Maybe if you ask nicely Saria will let you take a nap for a few minutes.
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>3d10, DC 20, critical 25
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Rolled 10, 10, 2 = 22 (3d10)

>>2583005
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Rolled 5, 4, 10 = 19 (3d10)

>>2583005
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Rolled 7, 9, 5 = 21 (3d10)

>>2583005
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Rolled 9, 10, 9 = 28 (3d10)

>>2583005
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>>2583020

>>2583019
you were late by ONE SECOND.
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>>2583012
Damn it man, I needed that last 10.
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Rolled 9, 1, 7 = 17 (3d10)

>>2583005
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>>2583020
FUCK!
TOO SLOW!
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Rolled 9, 1, 6 = 16 (3d10)

>>2583005
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Alright, I have what I need and I'll update at least once tomorrow. So thanks for playing, and see you later!
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>>2583204
“I need a break,” you admit, taking a series of fast steps to back away from Saria. “I haven't slept since you knocked me out, and before that I'd traveled straight through the night.”

“You have a point,” Saria admits with a frown, “though I don't think it would be fair to let you take a nap... so I'll tell you what. Since I'm still feeling generous I'll let you try and find a place to hide and take a nap.”

“But if I find you napping, I'm going to attack you. Sound fair?”

“Maybe fair, but not reasonable,” you sigh. “But that's the best offer I can expect, isn't it?”

“You're starting to figure out how this works,” Saria nods with a smile. “That's good, we have an understanding.”

>Then I refuse. I'll just have to beat you before it becomes more of a problem.
>Head for the church, there may be catacombs there Saria hasn't investigated.
>You need a distraction so she'll lose track of you, like a gas explosion if possible.
>Other?
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>>2584556
>>You need a distraction so she'll lose track of you, like a gas explosion if possible.
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>>2584556
>>You need a distraction so she'll lose track of you, like a gas explosion if possible.

Gotta think big to counter big.
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>>2584556
>You need a distraction so she'll lose track of you, like a gas explosion if possible.
Not like there’s much town to preserve, at this point.
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>>2584556
>Head for the church, there may be catacombs there Saria hasn't investigated.
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>>2584556
>You need a distraction so she'll lose track of you, like a gas explosion if possible.
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>>2584556
>You need a distraction so she'll lose track of you, like a gas explosion if possible.
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>>2584556
>You need a distraction so she'll lose track of you, like a gas explosion if possible.
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>>2584556
>>You need a distraction so she'll lose track of you, like a gas explosion if possible.
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>>2584556
>Head for the church, there may be catacombs there Saria hasn't investigated.

Damn it people the gas explosion is our trump card, don't use it right away!
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>>2584609
For what, beating her? Won't work.
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>>2584609
We need something that will fuck with her that can buy us time, because since she's an Awakened, she's not so easily persuaded by simple hiding without something to add to it like the Gas Explosion.
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>>2584556
>Head for the church, there may be catacombs there Saria hasn't investigated.

For the record I think bargaining to sleep in the general vicinity of something that wants to maul you is a terrible idea.
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>>2584556
Will the urn be safe from explosion?
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>>2584556
>You need a distraction so she'll lose track of you, like a gas explosion if possible.
>other: once you lose track of her, start shedding some clothes and effects. cut off locks of your hair, damaged armor pieces or bits of your cloak and place them on rock piles to fool her into thinking you're napping underneath rocks or just around the corner.
>other: also, make your hair dusty and muddy brown after you've cut off some locks as fool's bait. the bright pink gives your location away.
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>>2584740
>>2584556
I like this idea.
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>>2584740
Yeah, do these as well. She’ll probably just smell us out if we don’t leave a few decoys.
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>>2584624
>>2584626
I should have clarified. I wanted to use it during our final showdown to create an opening for the killing blow.
Like a freakin explosion would kill an AB, give me some credit guys.
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>3d10, higher is better
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Rolled 2, 5, 9 = 16 (3d10)

>>2584803
HOOO BOY
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Rolled 8, 7, 1 = 16 (3d10)

>>2584803
I need naps
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Rolled 6, 7, 6 = 19 (3d10)

>>2584803
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Rolled 6, 2, 8 = 16 (3d10)

>>2584803
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>>2584807
>Sub 20
weeelp
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>>2584810
All the rolls were shit man. This was probably karma from taking all the good rolls yesterday from shinigami savant quest.
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>>2584816
you know it hurts when the dice pressure gets progressively harder after so long. I remember the times when dc 16 was a thing. now it's constant "roll 20+ or bust"
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>>2584821
Well we are fighting a 'boss' so to speak.
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>>2584803
You have to keep your eye open for a way to cleanly disengage from Saria, even as you weave between her lethal limbs one attack at a time. Your mind goes back to when you first arrived in Anren, your surprise at the fact that a town like this would choose to rely on natural gas to light its streets. The danger you realize is that the gas is extremely inflammable, even explosive under the right circumstances. If the supply pipes were damaged the gas would leak into the environment, meaning that fuel and air would mix... one match short of an explosion.

Keeping on your toes you work your way back to the ruins of the general store you crashed through hours ago, and snatch a tiny box of phosphorus matches with heads sealed in wax and a red phosphorus striker on the outside. These must have been imported from the south, as Hazaran lacks the industrial capacity to make them.

“And now for part two of my daring plan,” you mutter to yourself as Saria reduces the last of the building to rubble behind you.

Following the faint scent of sulfur, a component in the gas they were burning here, you eventually find your goal: a ruptured pipe visible at the bottom of a deep crack in the streets.

“Dead end,” Saria observes calmly. “I don't know why you keep running like this.”

“Because I've got a plan,” you reply. “It may not be the best, but it's all I have right now so I'm sticking to it.”

“And what plan is that?” Saria asks with a grin.

You grin right back at her. “Watch carefully.”

Then you dive through the window frame of a nearby home, its structure already reduced to a hollow shell, and leave behind an entire box worth of lit matches.

When the matches hit a pocket of gas with just the right mix of air in it, the air itself ignites.

The whole house rumbles as a massive force crashes against your body, and then the flames swiftly follow to ignite everything in the room. You manage to crash through a back wall and tumble, trying desperately to knock down the flames licking your body.

That... could have gone better.
>1/2
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>>2585003
Saria may have taken the full force of that blast to her face, but you never thought it would be so simple to kill her. You can still feel her yōki as you flee. But it should take a while to regenerate her eyes and ears from that blast, giving you time to get clear of her. What's not immediately obvious is how long that actually bought you.

You got clear of the awakened being, but not without sustaining injuries yourself: burns over half your body, and what feels like a collapsed lung.

>Find a body of water to submerge in, hide your scent as best you can and hope the sutures of your stigma don't leak while you nap.
>Hide in the graveyard where Saria probably buried the dead townsfolk, use their scent to mask yours so you can sleep.
>There's no use hiding when she can sense your yōki, use the time to heal yourself and rest while remaining awake.
>Other
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>>2585034
>Hide in the graveyard where Saria probably buried the dead townsfolk, use their scent to mask yours so you can sleep.
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>>2585034
>>Hide in the graveyard where Saria probably buried the dead townsfolk, use their scent to mask yours so you can sleep.
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>>2585034
Hmmm, could we maybe burn Yoki up to 20%+, and try and incapacitate her long term? She’s probably not in any fit state to fight back right now, and if we bring our Yoki high enough we should probably be able regenerate from our current wounds.
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>>2585034
>There's no use hiding when she can sense your yōki, use the time to heal yourself and rest while remaining awake.
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>>2585034
>cut off your hair, scatter the locks to serve as decoy hiding spots, then muddy your hair so that the pink won't stand out.
>toss all of your perfume bottles (save one) to different places to throw off her sense of smell.
>Hide in the graveyard where Saria probably buried the dead townsfolk, use their scent to mask yours so you can sleep.
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>>2585075
sorry, I was making edits. So you can support this post here >>2585074
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>>2585080
Roger that

>>2585074
Supporting this
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>>2585034
>>Find a body of water to submerge in, hide your scent as best you can and hope the sutures of your stigma don't leak while you nap.
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>>2585034
>>Hide in the graveyard where Saria probably buried the dead townsfolk, use their scent to mask yours so you can sleep.
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>>2585074
>>2585034
Supporting this, but also tear off pieces of armor too.
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>>2585034
>Hide in the graveyard where Saria probably buried the dead townsfolk, use their scent to mask yours so you can sleep.
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>>2585034
>>Hide in the graveyard where Saria probably buried the dead townsfolk, use their scent to mask yours so you can sleep.

Yes, sleep under the pile of corpses.
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Alright, give me 1d150. Yes, you read that right.

Taking the fourth roll.
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Rolled 35 (1d150)

>>2585216
well shit. that's only out of 150 seconds of nap time.
we better roll HIGH.
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Rolled 15 (1d50)

>>2585216
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Rolled 103 (1d150)

>>2585216
WEW LAWDY!
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Rolled 147 (1d150)

>>2585216
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>>2585223
DAMN SON. 147 seconds.
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>>2585223
We have had a good nap.
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>>2585221
SHIT. THIS DIDN'T COUNT. WHICH MEANS.
>>2585224
WE ONLY GOT 40 SECONDS
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>>2585221
THIS COULD BE MULITPLIED BY 3 TO GIVE A 1D150 EQUIVALENT THOUGH.
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>>2585223
Is that good or bad?
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>>2585224
Oh fuck This is the real roll. Fuck me. 40 seconds
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>>2585236
>>2585230
Welp. At least it's still a decent headstart.
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No cheating.
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>>2585241
Tbh I'd say just do the roll as QM and be done with it.
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>>2585252
records already indicate that the fourth 1d150 roll was a 40. QM already locked it in after looking at it. plus anon witnesses.
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>>2585259
That's true, however it doesn't really help that some of us are willing to delete posts just because it doesn't go our way.
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>>2585216
You head straight for the churchyard, suppressing your reiatsu as much as you can without arresting the slow regeneration of your body's injuries. The smell of fresh death is all around you now, which is exactly what you were hoping for.

You even find an open grave to lower yourself into, and you shut your eyes.

WAKE UUUUUP” a childish voice screams joyously, as your body is flung out of the grave and onto the nearby grass.

In response you yell something incoherent and thoroughly un-ladylike back at Saria.

“I gave you about a half hour for that trick of yours,” she smiles eerily down at you. “It was really quite a brilliant distraction... unfortunately your wounds began to heal while you were unconscious, letting off more yōki than you intended. So I found you pretty easily.”

“Damn,” you grumble, hauling yourself to your feet. You're still tired, and now instead of feeling like your mind is starting to slip into madness your head aches. But at least that's an improvement.

You do a quick assessment, finding that your relatively minor wounds have healed well... however, what you've been fearing all along seems set to happen. As you feared, you probably don't have the reserves of yōki required to fight at a high level for six days. At this rate... it doesn't look good. But you still have a few options open to you.

>Hold as much yōki in reserve as possible for as long as possible, hold back every ounce of power you can get by without using.
>Even you think it's a bit crazy, but if you push your yōki to your limit and hold it there you may be able to feed yourself while fighting.
>It's never been done before, but if you allow yourself to awaken fully with the very last of your yōki your body shouldn't be able to transform.
>Other?
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>>2585274
>It's never been done before, but if you allow yourself to awaken fully with the very last of your yōki your body shouldn't be able to transform.
that sounds neat.
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>>2585274
>It's never been done before, but if you allow yourself to awaken fully with the very last of your yōki your body shouldn't be able to transform.

It does, but you better make som offerings to the dice gods
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>>2585266
The way I plan to deal with this is to ignore it and take the result you rolled up.

Teachable moment: I've been at this for four years as of next month. There's no way to cheat that I haven't seen before, and it's not gonna work. So next time don't bother.
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>>2585274
>It's never been done before, but if you allow yourself to awaken fully with the very last of your yōki your body shouldn't be able to transform.

We live by the dice, we die by the dice!
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>>2585294
May the nines return and guide your roll.
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>>2585274
>>Hold as much yōki in reserve as possible for as long as possible, hold back every ounce of power you can get by without using.
I really hate taking huge risks when the quest dice are involved.

>>2585289
Congratulations on being a QM for four years QoD.
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>>2585274
>>It's never been done before, but if you allow yourself to awaken fully with the very last of your yōki your body shouldn't be able to transform.

NEVAH BEEN DONE BEFOAH
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>>2585274
>Hold as much yōki in reserve as possible for as long as possible, hold back every ounce of power you can get by without using.
I don't to play an Awakened Being
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>>2585274
>>Hold as much yōki in reserve as possible for as long as possible, hold back every ounce of power you can get by without using.
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>>2585274
>It's never been done before, but if you allow yourself to awaken fully with the very last of your yōki your body shouldn't be able to transform.
seems to be the only option with a win condition. may the 9's guide us
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>>2585274
>Your reiatsu
In a bit of a Shinigami Savant mindset, eh Queen? Anyways,
>Hold as much yōki in reserve as possible for as long as possible, hold back every ounce of power you can get by without using.
I don’t trust /qst/ dice.
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>>2585274
>It's never been done before, but if you allow yourself to awaken fully with the very last of your yōki your body shouldn't be able to transform.
If this leads to a half awakened state, that would be awesome.
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>>2585274
All of these options are so horrible in a degree of bad that I can't decide.
>It's never been done before, but if you allow yourself to awaken fully with the very last of your yōki your body shouldn't be able to transform.
I'm gonna sorely regret this. Dice will never be kind.
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>>2585274
>>Even you think it's a bit crazy, but if you push your yōki to your limit and hold it there you may be able to feed yourself while fighting.
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>>2585344
The dice are never kind, nor are they strict.
The only meaning you can derive from a roll is the one you give it.
In this I case, I'm shitting my pants in fear.
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>>2585274
>Hold as much yōki in reserve as possible for as long as possible, hold back every ounce of power you can get by without using.

Why is everyone voting like a retard?
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>>2585410
It seems that they are under the belief that the dice will be merciful to them.
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>>2585410
>>2585416
If the dice want to fuck you you're getting fucked, anon. All of these options could go horribly wrong.
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>>2585410
>>2585416
It seems both of you are under the impression there is a safe option.
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>>2585421
But do they all have the same chance to go horribly wrong?
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>>2585432
that depends on what kind of train ride you want anon.
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>>2585421
True, but I’d take “Failure exhausting us and maybe leaving us at Saria’s mercy.” to “Failure turning us into a flesh eating monster.”
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>>2585421
The likelihood of it screwing us is highest
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>>2585421
Well of course QM. Being a Claymore has it's own workplace hazards.

>>2585424
>Implying I'm not just waiting for the crit fail to happen
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>>2585432
Nope. But the only one who knows how different the odds are is me, everyone else is just guessing based on what they think they know and how they'd prefer to get fucked if things go horribly, terribly wrong.
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>>2585274
>>Hold as much yōki in reserve as possible for as long as possible, hold back every ounce of power you can get by without using.
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>>2585443
And I am going to like it no matter what
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>>2585453
Quite, not using yoki, and trying to awaken right near the end could both go wrong on so many levels. It's going to be rather fun.
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>>2585453
And I really appreciate it when people approach it like that.

>1d60 roll, taking the best of three this time
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Rolled 4 (1d60)

>>2585465
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Rolled 5 (1d60)

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Rolled 51 (1d60)

>>2585465
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Rolled 53 (1d60)

>>2585343
What could go wrong
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Rolled 18 (1d60)

>>2585465
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Rolled 34 (1d60)

>>2585465
TIME TO MUTATE FOLKS!
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Rolled 54 (1d60)

>>2585470
>>2585472
Neither of these are linked correctly...
I appear to have fucked up with mine.
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>>2585471
>Anonymous (ID: MPbH2jzG) 05/22/18(Tue)16:28:13 No.2585471▶
>>2585472
>Anonymous (ID: hVItDh6u) 05/22/18(Tue)16:28:13 No.2585472▶
>16:28:13
same time post
wat do?
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>>2585471
>>2585469
>>2585474
these are the properly linked posts.
so the best we have is a 51.
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>>2585493
out of 60 a 51 is pretty good, and if we're going for low 4 is also good
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Come to think of it I need an attack roll too. 3d10, best of three.
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Rolled 1, 1, 6 = 8 (3d10)

>>2585513
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Rolled 4, 1, 8 = 13 (3d10)

>>2585471
So... does this mean we fought her half-woke for 51 minutes? or is it 51 seconds? it's definitely not 51 hours. I'd tell you that.

I'm just fearing there's a dice roll we would have to make as a repercussion in the aftermath of attempting to go WOKE on empty. Like being unable to revert or some shit.
>>2585513
SHIT. HERE IT COMES BOYS
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Rolled 2, 3, 3 = 8 (3d10)

>>2585513
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Rolled 3, 4, 6 = 13 (3d10)

>>2585513
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Rolled 3, 4, 10 = 17 (3d10)

>>2585513
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>>2585465
Glad that you do
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>>2585515
>>2585516
>>2585517
Well then
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>>2585515
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>>2585517
Ha! Hahahahahaha!
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>>2585513
It's desperate... unprecedented, even. But you think you have a plan that will either work and save your life, or fail and damn your human soul. Which when you think about it were always the only two options.

So you neither hold back your yōki, nor do you tap it too intensively to sustain. Instead you aim for a balance, to get to the point where you're seconds from running out entirely as long from now as possible. And when the time is right, your plan is to awaken fully for just an instant as you use the last ounces of your yōki to attack using the White Fist. If you're right about this, unleashing the floodgates won't transform your body permanently if you run out of yōki immediately afterwards, too quickly for your body or mind to transform from it in any sort of a sustained way.

The complication is that you can't be sure, as you've never heard of a warrior drawing her yōki reserves that low. Either way the battle should ordinarily end well before that point. But this is not an ordinary battle, nor is Saria an ordinary opponent.

It takes you two more days.

Two days, which might as well be back to back eternities of combat. You pound Saria as brutally as you feel able, and she does the same. You regenerate your wounds as easily as Saria regenerates hers. It seems for two days that you're completely deadlocked with your awakened foe, or at least at first it does. But you begin to realize that something is off about Saria's movements.

It took you five days in total to realize that Saria was never trying to kill you, and that her way of ensuring that was to match you as closely as she could for the whole six days.

Finally, shortly before sunset on day five, you feel it: the undeniable sensation that you're nearing the end of your endurance.

“So what will you do now, Noel?” Saria asks cheerfully. “We're so close now... one way or the other, it's the moment I've waited five days... no, fifty years for!”

“Don't disappoint me now!”

“I'm sorry,” you apologize quietly. “But I don't intend to.”

And as your strength fades, you let it all go.

It's over in a flash.
>1/2
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>>2585547
When you come to, your body is still that of a human. You feel a strange warmth in your hand, and an overwhelming burst of pain as you try to move your head to see what the source is.

It's Saria, in her human form as well now, also laying on the ground. Your hand is in hers.

“You're awake...” the awakened being coughs. “Good, good... and with no ill effects. That was quite the finale, but I really wish you'd gone for the head.”

She coughs again, blood dribbling down her face. “I may regenerate from this... but I still consider it your win. Several days worth of those punches of yours have ruined my insides... I couldn't force you to awaken now if I tried.”

“Are you dying?” you ask.

She shakes her head slowly. “I feel more alive now than I have in years, like a part of me that I thought died long ago reemerged. The human part... for that I have to thank you, Noel.”

“So... do you expect me to take your life?”

“No,” Saria replies. “Can't you feel it? That responsibility is no longer yours.”

Now that she mentions it, there's another yōki power approaching Anren... and it's substantial. A single-digit warrior has arrived on the scene.

“I want you to know something, before I'm killed,” Saria continues. “I have two favors to ask while I can still think like a human... please move Fiore's grave somewhere that people will see it. She deserves to be remembered.”

“And your other favor?” you ask.

The awakened being coughs again, her grip on your hand tightening a little. “I want you to take the broken end of my sword. Use the material to fix and reinforce your friend's quillons. It's my fault they broke, so consider this a way for me to apologize.”

“Can you promise me that you'll do those two things?”

>Of course. It's a promise.
>I'll see what I can do.
>The first, yes. The second... may prove difficult.
>Other?
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>>2585579
>>Of course. It's a promise.
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>>2585579
>I'll see what I can do.
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>>2585579
>Of course. It's a promise.
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>>2585579
>>Of course. It's a promise.
Well damn.
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>>2585579
>>Of course. It's a promise.
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>>2585579
>>Of course. It's a promise.
Goddamn what a fight
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>>2585579
>Of course. It's a promise.
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>>2585579
>>>Of course. It's a promise.
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>>2585579
>>>Of course. It's a promise.
[Insert Thomas the Tank Engine quote here]
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>>2585579
>Of course. It's a promise.
Wait are we human or not?
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>>2585579
>>Of course. It's a promise.
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>>2585579
>>Of course. It's a promise.
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>Claymore shows up
>She tries to gank Noel instead.
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>>2585579
>Of course. It's a promise.
>>2585605
"She coughs again, blood dribbling down her face. “I may regenerate from this... but I still consider it your win. Several days worth of those punches of yours have ruined my insides... I couldn't force you to awaken now if I tried.”"

Pretty damn sure we are.
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>>2585579
>Of course. It's a promise.
>other: "Thank you Saria."
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>>2585579
>>Of course. It's a promise.
We just fought an awakened for six days straight and 'won'. Where's our new nickname dammit?
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>>2585616
She might be basing it on our body, which we were specifically trying to keep human.
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>>2585579
>Of course. It's a promise.
>>2585605
As human as we ever were, I assume. Might have increased the amount of Yoki we can tap before we hit our point of no return though, with that stunt.
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>>2585617
This
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>>2585579
“It's a promise,” you tell her, squeezing her hand reassuringly.

“Thank you,” she replies with a satisfied smile. “For everything, Noel Tiberius... princess of... no, the lonely queen of Hazaran.”

“Lonely Queen?” you chuckle. “You come up with that yourself?”

“As a matter of fact I did!” she admits. “You didn't see your own awakened form... I did, even if it was just for an instant. If you'd seen it too you'd understand.”

“So that's what happened here,” a rough voice greets your ears, sounding somewhat astonished at the level of damage. “There was an awakened being after...”

There's a pause. “Saria?”

Next to you, Saria raises her head and looks past you with a look of shock on her face. “Olivia? You... you're still alive?”

“I am...” the warrior, who by everyone else's standards could practically be considered an old woman. “Down in rank to number five though... it's been too long, old friend.”

“Who is this?” you ask aloud, to neither woman in particular.

“Her name is 'Merciful' Olivia,” Saria informs you. “Formerly the Organization's number One warrior... and my closest friend. The one who was supposed to take my life.”
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>>2585648
>“Her name is 'Merciful' Olivia,” Saria informs you. “Formerly the Organization's number One warrior... and my closest friend. The one who was supposed to take my life.”

AW SHIT NIGGA WE SPANISH SOAP OPERA NOW! Wait I feel like we're missing something to make it a proper soap opera...
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>>2585648
>“Her name is 'Merciful' Olivia,” Saria informs you. “Formerly the Organization's number One warrior... and my closest friend. The one who was supposed to take my life.”
>Formerly the Organization's number One warrior.
THIS RINGS ALARM BELLS.
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>>2585648
Well, this is rather awkward then, isn't it?
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>>2585648
And that's as good a stopping point as I could ask for, so I'll see you all tomorrow when I pick up from here.
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>>2585655
The hats, we're missing the hats.
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>>2585660
Man was I clad to see this live
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>>2585656
I'd suppose that she spared Saria, which earned her that nickname and the demotion. Or maybe she just aged and was surpassed by the younger generation, who knows.
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>>2585660
It was the fun kind of silly to watch unfold, thanks for running this game QM.
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>>2585679
You're telling him.
My butthole has yet to unclench.
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>>2585683
The only cure I have for an affliction like that is to laugh and pretend you're watching a comedy.
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>>2585684
I see no other way.
Although I fear my asshole will never recover, I may need a surgical intervension.
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>>2585677
Claymores do not age.

They also get stronger as the age as their yoki stores expand.
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>>2585769
Did I misunderstand this line?
>The warrior, who by everyone else's standards could practically be considered an old woman.
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>>2585784
Claymores like Asakarum, Do not age once they reach full maturity. Descendants of Dragons, Awakened begins outright stop aging. This is canon.

The fact she looks old means there is some sort of fuckery afoot.
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>>2585821
I just thought the "age" thing was a joke as in she's the old woman sword fighter. And nobody lives that long, so she's scary as shit.
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>>2585834
No, she actually LOOKS old, instead of just BEING old.

She also took a rank Deduction, five of them even, which is so rare as to be unheard of without dying and losing rank or awakening and losing rank.


She should be by all logic of the lore, still number 1 barring five people coming along and be ludicrously Op like Teresa was.
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>>2585859
Sounds like a fun mystery to discover.
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>>2585875
a mystery that will be mostly solved tomorrow.
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There was some interesting talk in King's Discord Cabal.
Here's some highlights:
>Stats
>There's Yoki (how much energy we have), Agility (duh), Strength (duh), Mental (willpower?), Sense (ability to sense and control Yoki), and Fellowship.
>What Changed?
Probably Yoki. Agility, Strength and Mental increased.
> Why you think those stats changed
>36 hours perfecting White Fist to be Economic. 15% Yoki usage is cool.
>16 hours purely deflecting Earthbreaker Strikes
> fought 6 days with only a 40 minute nap and 2 "meals" on the go.
>What's fellowship? probably charisma yeah lets go with that.
>Typical Claymores don't get a B rank in Fellowship/Charisma
>The hell, why is she so charismatic
> Probably royalty training
> Princess Noel loved by all just by virtually everyone in Hazaran
> Mad king spent his lucid moments well.
>shit wanna move this to discord for posterity?
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>>2585579
wanted to ask about her friend here but i was late to this quest, but I'm glad this post happened.
>>2585648
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>>2586132
Be glad that this actually happened.

This explicitly stated from King/Queen himself on the discord around the circumstances for this post to happen:
this actually happened from rolling a 51 on the 1d60 prompt and rolling a 13 on the 3d10 attack roll.

It turns out that on the last stretch Noel fought Saria for another 51 hours on relatively empty. Buying Noel enough time for help to arrive at the end of the 6-day deathmatch.

the 13 on the attack roll was to determine if Noel's last second attack actually killed Saria outright. Which failed to make a clean kill. So that meant Saria was still alive, Noel botched the killing blow. Which leaves a Awakened Loli suffering from permanently ruined internal organs.

Noel's improved use of the White Fist Technique liberally practiced on Saria over the 6-day long deathmatch ruined her internal organs so badly that even if Saria were to spend all of her effort to regenerating her ruined internal organs, she still would not fully recover in the end.
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>>2586153
and this is why discord is cancer.
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>>2586163
Yeap. Might as well actively oppose everything in discord.
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>>2585648
Former number one?” you press.

“Former,” Olivia acknowledges, seating herself on a nearby piece of debris. “I am also the only defensive-type to have ever held the rank, due to my seemingly inexhaustible yōki reserves.”

“The nickname comes from the irony of her situation,” Saria explains. “Her ability is totally unsuited to retaining such a rank, even to maintaining that level of power.”

“I'm capable of exceptional feats of healing and regeneration,” Olivia clarifies, “to the extent of being able to force a victim's tissues to grow out of control... in the case of an awakened being, there have been several cases where I simply caused their armor to expand to the point that it locked their limbs in place.”

“But using this technique permanently reduces my yōki reserves and contributes to my physical aging. That is why I have lost my rank four times since my days as the number one.”

“Then the mercy...” you guess.

“... is in my self-sacrifice for the sake of my fellow warriors, yes,” Olivia confirms. “I don't regret it either, so far as I'm concerned it's an investment. What I do regret is never getting the chance to help my friend when she needed my help most.”

“You never came for me,” Saria accuses, her grip tightening on your hand. “You abandoned me... how could you?”

“You never sent your black envelope,” Olivia explains, bowing her head. “So when I heard, I swore that I would never allow myself to be killed before I had the chance to honor my word to you. I've spent the last fifty years chasing rumors, nearly getting myself killed, and doing whatever I could to save other warriors of promise.”

“You never received it?” Saria asks, rising to her elbows with a cough. “I gave the envelope to my handler, Lucius!”

“You did?” the venerable warrior gasps. “No... that can't be right... but I don't doubt you...”

“Why would Lucius...” Saria mutters, staring at the sky deep in thought. “No. That hardly matters now. What matters is that you came for me, you honored your promise. And I'm so sorry that I allowed my heart to doubt you.”

After a few moments of silence, Olivia rises to her feet and raises her sword. “Yes... I promised you this. I'm sorry that it turned out this way. Have you any last requests, my old friend?”

“Yes,” Saria nods quietly. “Take a look at Noel for me, please. Make certain that there are no lasting effects from our battle.”

“This warrior?” Olivia asks, sparing you a glance. “What's special about this one?”

“She has a certain way about her,” Saria tells her friend. “She awakened me... the real me. You owe her too, she's the reason we can have this final conversation as humans.”

“I see,” Olivia muses. “Then I will see this done.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Noel?” Saria asks. “Please don't watch.”

You gently squeeze her hand.
>1/2
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>>2587146
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V2KLi-X-yng

And then her hand goes limp.

You slowly open your eyes with an unfamiliar stinging sensation... were they damaged in your momentary awakening? No... you quickly realize that the only damage is to your heart, that you had thought long hardened by the pain of loss.

You're crying, not for the death of an awakened being but for the loss of one of your own, after long decades of suffering.

“I hardly imagined another warrior could shed tears for my fallen friend,” Olivia admits, blinking back tears of her own. Now that you get a clearer view of her, you can see the weight of time in her face... the lines worn into her expression, the unusual white roots of her otherwise straw-blonde hair, and the look in her eyes that tell of an entire human lifetime of struggle. “It makes it feel less shameful to do it myself.”

“We fought for six days, almost uninterrupted,” you explain. “I had plenty of time to think about what happened to her. I'll admit, a part of me was hoping she could be saved.”

“No,” Olivia shakes her head sadly. “Once a certain threshold is crossed not even my own powers can pull her back permanently. But you gave her back a few precious moments of her humanity... and for that I can never repay you.”

“It's fine,” you decide. “I did it for my own selfish reasons anyway.”

“You have a kind heart, Noel.”

>Saria asked you to examine my health. Please do so now so that I can hold to my own promises.
>Olivia, I need your help cremating the body. I want to give her a warrior's burial, next to Fiore.
>So... do you know any good blacksmiths in this area? I made a difficult promise to Saria.
>Other?
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>>2587150
>>Saria asked you to examine my health. Please do so now so that I can hold to my own promises.
>>Olivia, I need your help cremating the body. I want to give her a warrior's burial, next to Fiore.
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>>2587150
>>Saria asked you to examine my health. Please do so now so that I can hold to my own promises.
>>Olivia, I need your help cremating the body. I want to give her a warrior's burial, next to Fiore.
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>>2587150
>Saria asked you to examine my health. Please do so now so that I can hold to my own promises.
>Olivia, I need your help cremating the body. I want to give her a warrior's burial, next to Fiore.
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>>2587150
>>Saria asked you to examine my health. Please do so now so that I can hold to my own promises.
>>Olivia, I need your help cremating the body. I want to give her a warrior's burial, next to Fiore.
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>>2587150
>Saria asked you to examine my health. Please do so now so that I can hold to my own promises.
>So... do you know any good blacksmiths in this area?
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>>2587150
>Other: I made many promises to Saria. Can you help me fulfill them?
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Are we gonna scatter the ashes on the highest mountain in all the realms?
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>>2587150
>Other: I made many promises to Saria. Can you help me fulfill them?
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>>2587150
>>Saria asked you to examine my health. Please do so now so that I can hold to my own promises.
>>So... do you know any good blacksmiths in this area? I made a difficult promise to Saria.
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>>2587150
>Saria asked you to examine my health. Please do so now so that I can hold to my own promises.
>So... do you know any good blacksmiths in this area? I made a difficult promise to Saria.
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>>2587150
>Saria asked you to examine my health. Please do so now so that I can hold to my own promises.
>Olivia, I need your help cremating the body. I want to give her a warrior's burial, next to Fiore.
>So... do you know any good blacksmiths in this area? I made a difficult promise to Saria.
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>>2587202
Nah she want the grave to be visible, the ashes would get obscured by rain that way.
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>>2587150
>Olivia, I need your help cremating the body. I want to give her a warrior's burial, next to Fiore.
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>>2587150
>Saria asked you to examine my health. Please do so now so that I can hold to my own promises.
>Olivia, I need your help cremating the body. I want to give her a warrior's burial, next to Fiore.

Here we go.
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Rolled 10, 6, 3, 1 = 20 (4d10)

>>2587542
>3d10, taking the best of three
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>>2587642
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Rolled 5, 4, 4 = 13 (3d10)

>>2587642
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Rolled 2, 3, 5 = 10 (3d10)

>>2587642
Not sure what happened with the last one.. Trying again.
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Rolled 2, 9, 1 = 12 (3d10)

>>2587642
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>>2587650
>>2587647
>>2587646
dear lord mediocre rolls all around. did we suck up SoZ luck?
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>>2587653
Mediocre? Is rolling a nat 1 out of 100 mediocre? Because it's only slightly less likely then rolling no higher than 13 on best of 3 3d10. It's way worse than mediocre, it's critfail territory.
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>>2587647
it's happened to me when autocorrect goes to Dice instead of dice.
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>>2587642
“Saria asked you to examine me,” you observe. “I would appreciate it if you would do so quickly. There is much we have to do.”

“Is that so?” Olivia asks.

You nod. “I have promises to keep.”

In a moment, Olivia's amused smirk fades. “I understand.”

“Can you stand?”

“I think so,” you nod.

Olivia helps you to your feet and guides you away from Saria's body, slashed open down her forehead with an eerily peaceful smile still gracing her face. She kicks open what remains of a nearby door, though it may have been more convenient just to step through the nearby gap in the wall.

“Here,” she declares. “Please remove your uniform.”

You do as ordered, stripping out of your grimy uniform down to the waist. Olivia gives you the once-over, then with a concerned expression she does it again. The third time she gives you the 'once-over' you work up the courage to ask.

“Is something wrong?”

Olivia shakes her head. “More like something's impossible. Tell me, you had a stigma when you arrived in Anren?”

“Yeah?” you reply, confused. “Every warrior does.”

“Well, you don't,” Olivia tells you.

You glance down at your own body, gently probing the line in your torso where there should be a wound that never heals. But instead you feel solid tissue: ugly scar tissue, still marred by heavy metal sutures, but solid. Unbroken. Whole.

How did you not notice this sooner?

>Well, you learn something new every day (evade).
>That's... that isn't possible, right? Right? (shock).
>... how? (numb acceptance).
>Other?
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>>2587675
>... how? (numb acceptance)
>other: Oh no... (dawning horror)
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>>2587675
>>... how? (numb acceptance).
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>>2587675
>That's... that isn't possible, right? Right? (shock).
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>>2587675
>That's... that isn't possible, right? Right? (shock).
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>>2587675
>>That's... that isn't possible, right? Right? (shock).

From shock to being extremely confused.
>>... how? (numb acceptance).
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>>2587675
>aw shit, nice!
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>>2587675
>That's... that isn't possible, right? Right? (shock).

>Oh no (dawning horror)
>>2587690
Claymores only lose Those when the awaken fully.
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>>2587675
>>2587687
>Check your hair.

Adding this.
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>>2587675
>Other: Is my hair still pink? Please tell me it's still pink (denial)
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>>2587693
Obviously we're an exception
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>>2587702
Yeah. No. Doesn’t work like that and both the Organization and the other Claymores won’t see it like that.
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>>2587675
>other: go through the 5 stages of grief but skip the crying stage and anger stage.
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>>2587708
You say that, but Saria acknowledged that she couldn't awaken us, and she's the resident expert. I'll trust her opinion.
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>>2587717
......
You really think the Organization or Other Claymores will believe the word of an awakened being given by another apparent awakened being over their own eyes and knowledge?
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>>2587675
>That's... that isn't possible, right? Right? (shock).
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>>2587719
Organization definitely not. Other claymores though? It's possible. Especially when Olivia, a former #1, goes back and talks about how she never got her friends black letter.
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>>2587717
Well, when we woke for that last second, we sorta fizzled out and ran empty. Saria implies that we didn't fully awaken. but we woke nonetheless. the question is how woke are we? are we 10% woke? or half-woke?
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>>2587749
Most Claymores will never seriously contemplate leaving or rebelling against the organization. If we get a kill order placed on us they will pursue it.


Look at Teresa who was basically only a threat because she killed a man and defended a little girl doing so. Claymores were full aware of what she did and how she's not an actual threat to humans, still tried to kill her even when they knew they had no chance. The Vast Majority of Claymores are dogmatic to the extreme, The ghosts only were a thing because of the organization blatantly trying to kill them, their demi-awakening and two very unusually willful leaders pushing them hard.
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>>2587759
You're probably right, it's been a while and I'm probably remembering the later parts more heavily than the first parts. Still, what's done is done, no point moping. Just hide our stomach, have Olivia tell no one, keep it secret. Olivia at least won't be dogmatic after the letter.

>>2587758
We've always been 10 billion percent woke.
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Roll me a 3d10 best of four for Noel real quick.
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Rolled 4, 9, 2 = 15 (3d10)

>>2587777
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Rolled 7, 1, 1 = 9 (3d10)

>>2587777
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Rolled 4, 7, 4 = 15 (3d10)

>>2587777
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Rolled 8, 8, 8 = 24 (3d10)

>>2587777
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Rolled 5, 7, 3 = 15 (3d10)

>>2587777
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>>2587783
Nice.
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>>2587783
praise khorne!
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>>2587783
Nice roll mate!
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>>2587783
This thread is sponsored by the letter eight.
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>>2587822
8, ha ha, 9 ha ha 10 ah ha ha
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>>2588024
RIP Count.
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>>2587783
“Look at me carefully,” you demand, grabbing Olivia by her shoulders. “Tell me what color my hair is.”

“It's really light,” Olivia replies to your immediate relief. “Kind of a pinkish blonde.”

“Teresa's tits I'm glad to hear that,” you sigh in a rare moment of vulgarity, before coughing into your fist. “I mean, that's the color it should be. If I were an awakened being my hair would be a deep shade of red, as it was when I was a child.”

“I've fought more than my share of awakened beings, young one,” Olivia chuckles. “And I can safely say that you won't be one of them. At least, not today. The stigma disappears entirely for an awakened being... no, you're something entirely different.”

“I believe you are only partially-awakened.”

“Partially?” you ask in puzzlement. “That's possible?”

“In theory, if a warrior were able to recover shortly after crossing their limits,” Olivia muses. “I've never heard of such a thing, but then again I've never seen a stigma close up without its bearer being fully awakened either. So this is a day of firsts either way.”

“What should I do now?” you ask.

Olivia shrugs. “Continue as you were. None of us know when we might awaken, so if you think about it this doesn't really change anything from your perspective.”

“And from the Organization's perspective?”

“There is little outward indication of what has happened,” Olivia points out carefully. “So unless you go blabbing about it, or make a habit of stripping for simply anyone who asks, I doubt anything will come of it for a good long while.”

“Then I have one more request,” you tell her.

“I'm listening,” Olivia nods.

“I'm going to bury Fiore, the warrior Saria killed, back in the main city,” you declare, “at Saria's request. But I'd also like your help cremating Saria's body, so that I can give her a decent burial too.”

At first Olivia stares at you in shock, but eventually she closes her eyes and nods. “Of course. Yes, I'll help you do that Noel.”
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>“So unless you go blabbing about it, or make a habit of stripping for simply anyone who asks, I doubt anything will come of it for a good long while.”

You guys better sear this in your minds okay?
Shit's about to get secretive.
Just don't overdo it.
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>>2588086
Feels real hundred year cold war up in here.
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>>2588086
so.. we should strip for literally everyone and in every battle laugh and mention that we're already half awakening and they couldn't possibly beat us?

Then when someone finds out act stunned and say: "IMPOSSIBLE!"
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>>2588091
you guys thinkin what I'm thinkin?
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But does this mean that we can date people since our Stigma isn't as open as it used to be?
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Anon, sthap thinking with the wrong sword
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No Anon, I'm thinking with the RIGHT SWORD! Wait we're talking about actual swords right? Because the way I'm thinking. Is that we can totally go into acting and become the Princess of the Theater Arts, as we work part time as a bard traveling the lands telling of a hero who calmed the heart of a great beast who was betrayed by the love of their life and bonded over the course of their adventure, only for the great beast sacrificing themselves in a battle with a god of the underworld to protect the hero they fallen in love with who restored it's humanity.

Or we can just go and fuck people I guess... I mean that's what most people are gonna want to do.
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>>2588099
Indeed, however her doing so might lead to complications.... While it is unknown if Claymores can carry children largely due to the stigma, there is canonical proof Awakened Beings can.
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>>2588091
Sounds good except for that last line. If someone finds out we'd instead bitch at the QM because it's bullshit railroading and we were too careful to let that happen and there's no reasonable way telling literally everyone this info would let it get back to the massive organization we don't want to let know.
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>>2588208
I'll weigh in on this officially: while it's possible and has some canon precedent for a warrior to have sex, childbirth would be the worst case scenario. At best it kills them, at worst the excruciating pain and emotional distress could cause them to awaken.

Most warriors are either conditioned sufficiently to spurn romantic advances, or feel strongly that it gets in the way of their primary mission.
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>>2588073
It doesn't take you long to burn Saria's body, what takes longer is to find an unbroken vessel to scoop her ashes and bits of bone into. Once that task has been accomplished you hand Saria and her broken sword to Olivia, taking the broken end with Fiore's ashes, her sword, and the broken piece of your crossguard to carry yourself.

The road to Baiko is empty, and at first you and Olivia travel in silence. But eventually it seems the silence becomes intolerable enough for her to speak up.

“So... you fought Saria for six days straight?”

You nod quietly. “Almost continuously, yes. Though she was not fighting seriously.”

“Neither of you was fighting to kill,” Olivia points out. “Just the fact that you survived the encounter at all is impressive.”

“I suppose,” you admit. “Though mostly it was just tiring.”

“I remember the first time I ever fought an awakened being,” Olivia sighs. “It took a while to figure out what I was even doing. I was completely insecure in my own abilities, and it nearly got my whole team killed.”

“The first time I fought one my whole team did get killed,” you admit. “The broken guard I'm taking with me belonged to my friend who died that day.”

“I see,” Olivia nods thoughtfully. “So that is where the name 'Bad Luck' came from, as well as the rumors that everyone you ever team up with dies.”

“Yeah,” you chuckle grimly. “Despite the fact that not a single member of the next two hunts I joined died. All it takes is one bad day.”

“Well the nickname certainly doesn't seem to fit you after this,” Olivia decides with a sagely nod. “Nor does what we single digits sometimes call you.”

“What is it you call me?”

“Pink Princess.”
>1/2
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>>2589628
You stare at her in horror. “Please tell me that's a joke.”

“It is,” Olivia confirms with a smile. “At your expense. Though it certainly does seem disrespectful now that I know more of your capabilities. What was it Saria called you, the Lonely Queen?”

“That rings a bell,” you admit.

“It suits you. 'Lonely Queen' Noel,” Olivia tries out what seems to be your new title, “who fought an awakened being all alone for six days in the town of Anren. It even fits how you carry yourself... for the most part.”

“I suppose I don't have much of a choice in the matter?” you sigh.

Olivia chuckles warmly to herself. “Sorry, but you know that's not how these things work.”

She has a point. Neither 'Bad Luck' nor the truly dreadful 'Pink Princess' monikers were your choice either, and this certainly seems like an upgrade from either of those.

“Very well,” you relent.

“A wise decision,” Olivia smirks. “A skilled warrior recognizes a losing fight when she sees one.”

You arrive in Baiko after sundown, and there's a chill in the air.

“So, where should we bury them?” Olivia asks, her mood decidedly less cheerful than earlier in the day.

>In the churchyard, like normal people. Visible, but not in the way at all.
>In front of the church itself. They'll be in the locals' thoughts when they pray.
>At the crossroads in town. Remind people who it is that fights and dies for them.
>At the head of the main road into town, a reminder that this place is protected.
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>>2589642
>In the churchyard, like normal people. Visible, but not in the way at all.
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>>2589642
>In the churchyard, like normal people. Visible, but not in the way at all.
Any visible place might just become a target of vandalism.
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>>2589642
>At the head of the main road into town, a reminder that this place is protected.
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>>2589642
>>At the crossroads in town. Remind people who it is that fights and dies for them.
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>>2589642
>At the crossroads in town. Remind people who it is that fights and dies for them.
At this point I wouldn't mind if our past identity is discovered. it would really make an impact on the Hazarii.
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>>2589642
>At the head of the main road into town, a reminder that this place is protected.
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>At the crossroads in town. Remind people who it is that fights and dies for them.


>Pink Princess
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m1Syt7p2Iv0
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>>2589642
>>In the churchyard, like normal people. Visible, but not in the way at all.
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>>2589642
>At the crossroads in town. Remind people who it is that fights and dies for them.
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>>2589642
>>At the crossroads in town. Remind people who it is that fights and dies for them.
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>>2589642
>In the churchyard, like normal people. Visible, but not in the way at all.
"They may not have died human, but they came into this world human. Let them be with humanity. And have the true peace that was once denied to them for so long."
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>>2589642
>In the churchyard, like normal people. Visible, but not in the way at all.
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>>2589642
“Part of me wants to bury them right in the town square,” you grumble, “to remind these people who it is that lives and dies to protect them. But Saria and Fiore both died as humans... I think they should be laid to rest as humans too.”

“There you go again,” Olivia chuckles. “I guess you can't help it, but sometimes I can almost picture you as a queen, you know?”

“No?” you reply warily. “In what way?”

“Just the things you say sometimes,” Olivia explains casually. “The way you think.”

The graveyard is abandoned this time in the evening, and so you aren't hassled as you find a suitable spot on a little rise near to Baiko's largest church, dedicated to the twin goddesses Teresa and Clare. There you create two deep openings with your fists, before gently placing the two burial urns into them and covering them over with fresh dirt.

Then you plant Fiore's sword by her grave, briefly regretting that you were far too late to spare her this fate and cursing the Organization for sending her to it. You watch as Olivia does the same for her friend, planting the broken sword in the ground at Saria's grave with an expression... which you can't quite call sadness. It's something deeper than that, something you recall from when you lost Emma. It's as if she's burying a piece of herself, an important piece, and it goes beyond mourning for her to admit that it's gone.

“You must have been very close,” you mutter, snapping Olivia out of her near-fugue. “I'm so sorry.”

“Don't be,” Olivia insists quietly. “All warriors die, not all of them as humans. Between the two of us Saria got to go as a human, and that's better than I thought I could do for her after so many decades.”

Then she sniffs at you, before wincing. “You reek of fouled blood and sulfur. That uniform will probably never come clean, you know.”

>Then we should find an inn, get cleaned up a little rather than sleeping in the streets.
>I'm too tired to care. Can you put up with it for just a few hours longer, Olivia?
>The commander of the garrison here wouldn't begrudge me a bath and change of clothes.
>Other?
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>>2589842
I want to pick the choice asking the commander to help but I think we've asked enough of him as it is.

>Then we should find an inn, get cleaned up a little rather than sleeping in the streets.
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>>2589842
>>The commander of the garrison here wouldn't begrudge me a bath and change of clothes.
I want to meet the old guy again, he was pretty badass and chill.
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>>2589842
>>The commander of the garrison here wouldn't begrudge me a bath and change of clothes.
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>>2589842
>The commander of the garrison here wouldn't begrudge me a bath and change of clothes.
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>>2589842
>The commander of the garrison here wouldn't begrudge me a bath and change of clothes.
>other: I have a black card to retrieve from an old friend before Tomas sics Laura on my ass. And today's the deadline.
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>>2589842
>The commander of the garrison here wouldn't begrudge me a bath and change of clothes.
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>>2589842
>>The commander of the garrison here wouldn't begrudge me a bath and change of clothes.
>other: I have a black card to retrieve from an old friend before Tomas sics Laura on my ass. And today's the deadline.
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>>2589842
>The commander of the garrison here wouldn't begrudge me a bath and a change of clothes.
>other: I have a black card to retrieve from an old friend before Tomas sics Laura on my ass. And today's the deadline.
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>>2589842
>>The commander of the garrison here wouldn't begrudge me a bath and change of clothes.
>>other: I have a black card to retrieve from an old friend before Tomas sics Laura on my ass. And today's the deadline.
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>>2589842
>The commander of the garrison here wouldn't begrudge me a bath and change of clothes.
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>>2589842
>>The commander of the garrison here wouldn't begrudge me a bath and change of clothes.
>>other: I have a black card to retrieve from an old friend before Tomas sics Laura on my ass. And today's the deadline.
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>>2589842
>>Other?
don't we need to get that card back?
unless he already gave it to someone and they will use it to screw us over in the future.
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>>2590061
I checked the archives and whoops, I made a mistake, it isn't a card, it's actually a black envelope.
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>>2589842
>The commander of the garrison here wouldn't begrudge me a bath and change of clothes.
>other: I have a black card to retrieve from an old friend before Tomas sics Laura on my ass. And today's the deadline.
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>The commander of the garrison here wouldn't begrudge me a bath and change of clothes.
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>>2589842
>The commander of the garrison here wouldn't begrudge me a bath and change of clothes.
>other: I have a black card to retrieve from an old friend before Tomas sics Laura on my ass. And today's the deadline.
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>>2589842
>The commander of the garrison here wouldn't begrudge me a bath and change of clothes.
>other: I have a black card to retrieve from an old friend before Tomas sics Laura on my ass. And today's the deadline.

>the twin goddesses Teresa and Clare
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm
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>>2590589
>>the twin goddesses Teresa and Clare
>Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm
That's canon. There's a statue of the Twin Goddesses in... one of those towns early on in Claymore. Teresa and Clare (the characters) are named after them. Wouldn't surprise me if the whole mythology came from the Mainland.
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>>2590590
wait so the claymore characters are named after two goddesses that are some religion in the manga?
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>>2590592
Yeah. Even beyond a whole pile of imagery in the manga, it's not really a rare practice to name kids after religious figures. Nobody would bat an eye.
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>>2590590
Huh, I didn't remember that at all.
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>>2589842
>The commander of the garrison here wouldn't begrudge me a bath and change of clothes.
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>>2589842
“The commander of the garrison here isn't one to begrudge me a change of clothes and a bath,” you sigh, “and it smells like that's exactly what I need right now.”

You lead the way back to the headquarters, and knock at the door.

To your surprise it's not an attache that answers the door but the man himself. His eyes widen as he realizes who he's looking at.

“You're... not dead?” he breathes.

You nod in agreement. “See for yourself. Though I am covered in six days worth of blood and sweat... why? Had you assumed the worst?”

“A man in black appeared today,” he explains to you, ushering you and Olivia inside. “I handed him your envelope at sundown... is that going to be a problem?”

Before you can answer, Olivia answers the question on your own mind. “No, it won't. Laura is an old friend... or rather I'm her old friend, and I have time to spare. I'll vouch for you when she gets here, though your hair color should make that unnecessary I've wanted to speak with her for some time anyway.”

“Do as you feel you must,” you sigh. “You're the single-digit here after all.”

“I was preparing for my own bath, but I can wait for a day,” General Noventus insists. “While you are doing so I will find some clothes for you to wear when you are finished, Noel.”

“Thank you, General,” you nod your head. “I appreciate your hospitality.”

“Think nothing of it,” Noventus returns your bow. “However... can you tell me what happened to my men? To Anren?”

You shake your head sadly. “I can't say anything about their individual fates... but there were many fresh graves in Anren when I arrived. We can speak more of this tomorrow, there will be time.”

“I understand,” Noventus agrees. “Clean yourselves and rest. I owe the two of you that much at the least.”
>1/?
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>>2590728
The bath, as it turns out, is of the noble variety... it seems Noventus does have certain everyday needs after all, not out of line with a man of his station.

The first room is a small one, really more like a decorated closet that you're meant to walk into. Low seats are provided so that you and Olivia may comfortably undress, and hardwood pegs set into slots in the wall allow you to hang your clothes. In your case you carefully arrange them so that only the spots with the least blood worked into them are touching the peg. You ignore the six sets of towels for now... that must be the maximum number of visitors this bath can handle at once.

A door at the back of the small room leads to a narrow hallway.

“I've never used one of these fancy baths before,” Olivia muses. “I'm afraid I'm out of my element.”

“The frigidarium should be to the left,” you reason. “That's where you're meant to start.”

“Then I leave you to be my guide,” she replies calmly. “Since you seem familiar with the process.”

You don't reply, but it's definitely the truth. Though this bath is much smaller it does resemble the large public bath in the capital, as well as the more luxurious baths of the palace itself.

The first room is dominated by a pool of chilly water drawn straight from a nearby well, or possibly a glacial river. There's a small ladle and a few sponges provided as well, and the floor is a clean white marble that's cold against your feet.

“Gah!” Olivia sputters, rinsing her tangled hair with the cold water. “It's ice-cold! I was expecting it to be warm!”

“That's the point,” you observe. “Don't worry, it gets more pleasant from here, though I always found this part refreshing.”

At first you take the ladle in hand, too used to having to mind the fact that your stigma isn't quite watertight... but then you realize that you have no stigma. Not anymore, at least not in the sense that Olivia does. And so instead you plunge into the cold pool in the middle of the room.

Yes!” you hiss in delight. “I didn't realize how much I missed this! Though... it's not cold anymore.”

Olivia shakes her head at you dubiously. “How can you enjoy freezing to death? Even I can tell how cold this is supposed to be, how do regular humans cope with it?”

After washing and rinsing in the frigid water, you step out with a slight shiver. “It's something to enjoy on its own terms... but it makes this next part feel even better.”

“... the next part?” Olivia repeats. “What the hell have you gotten me into, thirteen?”
>2/?
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>>2590729
What you “get her into” next is the tepidarium, which as you predicted is down the hallway to the right side. Here you're not above the furnace, but the warm air moving through the nearby hypocaust passage keeps the room pleasantly warm and steamy. Three niches in the stone walls provide places to sit or lay while the air brings your body back up to temperature, and prepares you to enter the next room without too strong a shock.

“What do we do in this room?” Olivia wonders, glancing around at the elaborate carvings, some of which include the common motifs of the twin goddesses. But the white walls are also set with red and multicolored panels of stone inlays, approximating the familiar vernacular of Hazaran. Here, you are reminded, the religious and civic culture of the lowlands to the south and east barely holds, finding itself represented alongside the old ways of the foothills and mountains.

You spy a few small bottles of oils in one of the niches, along with a scraper. “Here.”

“Usually if you're rich enough to use one of these you have a servant do this for you,” you explain, gingerly anointing yourself with the fragrant oils and scraping the little excess away with the scraper. “Now we just wait in the warm until we start to sweat.”

“The point isn't to get clean?” Olivia asks, though even more carefully following your lead.

You shake your head. “No, the point is to cleanse the skin and smell good when you step out. This room in particular is only here so that the transition from frigidarium to caldarium doesn't put you into shock.”

“There's another room?”
>3/?
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>>2590730
Once you and Olivia are both visibly sweating already, you step through another door into the caldarium. The heated floor and steamy air would have gotten you sweating on their own, but now your bodies are properly prepared for it already.

“I see...” Olivia muses. “So a separate room to prepare really does make sense.”

“The water and air are heated by a fire under the floor,” you explain. “It takes quite a bit of effort... this complex is probably used more often by several officers at once, and operated by the rank and file. In the city they would be servants, or slaves depending on where you are.”

Olivia again uses a sponge and ladle to rinse the oils from her body and hair, washing carefully around her stigma. You however are free to take the plunge once more, submerging yourself fully in a veritable vat of hot water that you practically melt into.

“Am I going to need to fish you out?” Olivia smirks.

“It's been years since I had this pleasure,” you admit. “You can feel it in your own muscles, can't you? The way they release when they're this warm? The way your pores open up, the way your skin feels so clean and refreshed?”

“I can certainly understand the draw,” Olivia sighs, “but unfortunately we warriors can't enjoy it to the fullest. You being the exception.”

“Sorry.”

“Don't be. Even a sponge bath this luxurious is a real treat.”

Once you've had your fill you retreat to the tepidarium to drip-dry for several minutes, letting your body temperature lower once more, then backtrack to the frigidarium. It's definitely colder than it was before, refreshing even, but still not the same given your unnatural resistance to cold.

“That was quite the experience, Noel,” Olivia admits. “I'm glad I had someone to show me how to do it, otherwise I would have been totally lost.”

“My pleasure,” you nod. Then you notice that both of your uniforms have been replaced with light civilian clothing. “Seems they took yours to be cleaned as well.”

“It makes sense,” Olivia shrugs. “Yours is probably just going to be incinerated at this point, save for the strap for your sword and your armor.”
>4/5
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After an abortive attempt to sleep in a bed for the first time in years that ended on the floor next to Olivia, you awake to find that fresh clothes have been laid on the wooden floors just outside the little empty room you found to sleep in. One uniform, clearly Olivia's, and an outfit in the traditional Hazari style. A finely-woven deel with cap sleeves, a light-colored silken blouse, and cotton pants which clearly never went with the deel but don't clash with its colors either, and traditional riding boots. Atop these is the recovered sword-strap from your ruined uniform.

Absent, understandably, are the armored pieces which attached to your uniform. Since this outfit has no provision for them they serve no real purpose for now. Knowing Noventus he's probably having them polished for when you get a new uniform to wear with them.

Olivia blinks at the ensemble in surprise. “Colorful. Where'd the general get clothing like that?”

“The deel and blouse were made for a married woman shorter than either of us,” you explain, “probably the general's wife. The pants and boots were made for a young man, probably his son.”

“Because the other stuff wouldn't fit you?” Olivia guesses.

You nod. “You could sometimes see such things worn together, but usually by a well-off bride of a provincial chief. A woman with money who'd still have to ride on a regular basis.”

“These were carefully chosen, in other words.”

“Clearly,” you agree, throwing off your borrowed nightclothes and stepping into your borrowed day clothes. To your surprise, while they don't quite fit the way they were intended they seem to work from a purely functional perspective, and they seem to even look fine together.

After arranging your hair and returning your sword to its home on your back, you turn to find Olivia ready to go.

“Well, I assume you have plans other than waiting for Laura,” Olivia muses playfully. “I don't. So I hope you don't mind that I follow you around for a while.”

>I need to eat.
>I should find a blacksmith, start on that project as early as possible.
>I should speak with the General before heading out.
>I'd kind of like to stop at the church, if you don't mind.
>Other?
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>>2590733
>>I should speak with the General before heading out
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>>2590733
>>I should find a blacksmith, start on that project as early as possible.
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>>2590733
>>I should find a blacksmith, start on that project as early as possible.
>>I should speak with the General before heading out.
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>>2590733
>I should speak with the General before heading out.
>I need to eat.
Talk over breakfast?
Also a reminder that Noel was doing very harsh combat with barely any food for 6 days straight essentially, Probably a good time to get some food eh?
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>>2590733
>I should speak with the General before heading out.
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>>2590733
>I should find a blacksmith, start on that project as early as possible.
>I should speak with the General before heading out.
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>>2590733
>I should find a blacksmith, start on that project as early as possible.
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>>2590733
>I should speak with the General before heading out.
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>>2590733
“I should at least speak with the General before heading out,” you reply, considering the order you'd need to follow to ensure everything that has to get done before you move out of Baiko once more gets done. “Then I'll need to find a blacksmith.”

“What for?”

“To have the metal from Saria's sword forged into the crossguard I took from Emma's,” you explain, and your words seem to cast a shadow across the older woman's expression. “I've made promises to both of them now.”

“I see... so you carry it literally...”

“Come again?”

Olivia shakes her head, and her expression suddenly brightens. “Nothing. Don't let the ramblings of an old woman bother you.”

The general is in a similar mood when you find him, eating breakfast at a table just outside his headquarters building. He smiles when he sees you, but you can tell it's an expression with a lot more than that behind it.

“Well, it seems you're a young woman with a blessing,” he nods approvingly. “You can make anything look intentional.”

“Thank you for your hospitality,” you bow slightly, watching the general bow in return. “The bath was excellent.”

“I'm glad to hear it.”

“Aren't you going to thank him for the clothes?” Olivia asks quietly.

You merely shake your head, until the general snorts.

“I appreciate your delicacy, Noel,” he admits, “but I'm fine. It's not as recent as you might have worried.”

“I see,” you nod. “Your wife had fine taste.”

“I was hoping one day my grand-daughter might wear some of her gran's old deels,” Noventus explains. “That was why I held onto some of them. But she's not old enough to fit them just yet, so I doubt she'll miss this one.”

“Again, I appreciate your efforts,” you bow.

“Nonsense,” he insists. “Can't have rumors spread about being a poor host now, can I?”

“And your son,” you continue. “I gather he's stationed far from here?”

“He's an officer in the capital guard,” the General replies. “So many of his old clothes he had to leave here. He hates the formal uniforms there, so he changes the minute he returns to visit his old man.”
>1/2
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>>2590812
“If I had to dress like a fusty old peacock every day I'd miss simple clothing as well,” you admit.

“Ha!” Noventus laughs. “I never thought the new guy would come up with a dress uniform even more dated than the old King's tastes, but here we are. He's trying too hard if you ask me.”

“Not what I'd like to ask,” you admit. “You know of the options for a blacksmith around here?”

“I do,” Noventus nods. “If it's your sword you're thinking about we have an armorer here in the fortress. His work is never fancy, but he works hard and on a daily wage rather than taking commission.”

“And the other options?” you ask.

“There's a smith working in the fortress grounds who usually does commission work for the officers stationed here,” Noventus continues. “I've heard stories of his supposed technical brilliance, but most of the work he does is too ornate for my tastes. There are a few ironworkers in town, but only one old man who can do good steel-work: old Brutus. He's rough around the edges as a man, but his swords hold a razor's edge no matter what you do to them.”

“In fact, I own two of his pieces: a matched knife and sword. Bought my son one too when he made the guard.”

>The armorer's work should be fine if he can get his forge hot enough, appearances are secondary.
>I'll give the supposed 'brilliant' man's forge a try. If he's all he's cracked up to be he's our man.
>This 'Brutus' fellow sounds like the type I'm looking for. I'll be sure to tell him you sent me.
>Other?
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>>2590813
>This 'Brutus' fellow sounds like the type I'm looking for. I'll be sure to tell him you sent me.
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>>2590813
>This 'Brutus' fellow sounds like the type I'm looking for. I'll be sure to tell him you sent me.
We don’t need anything fancy. Just functional.
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>>2590813
>>This 'Brutus' fellow sounds like the type I'm looking for. I'll be sure to tell him you sent me.
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>>2590813
>Brilliant man's forge
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>>2590813
>This 'Brutus' fellow sounds like the type I'm looking for. I'll be sure to tell him you sent me.
An experienced blacksmith is a good blacksmith.
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>>2590813
>I'll give the supposed 'brilliant' man's forge a try. If he's all he's cracked up to be he's our man.
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>>2590813
>This 'Brutus' fellow sounds like the type I'm looking for. I'll be sure to tell him you sent me.
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>>2590813
>I'll give the supposed 'brilliant' man's forge a try. If he's all he's cracked up to be he's our man.
We don't need our crossguard to hold an edge.
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>>2590864
>We don't need our crossguard to hold an edge
To clarify, when Noventus is talking about the edges on the blades he ordered, he's not commenting on their sharpness but the fact that they don't chip or crack.

What he meant to compliment was the quality of the smith in question's heat treatment and thermocycling abilities.
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>>2590813
>This 'Brutus' fellow sounds like the type I'm looking for. I'll be sure to tell him you sent me.
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>>2590813
>This 'Brutus' fellow sounds like the type I'm looking for. I'll be sure to tell him you sent me.
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>>2590864
but we do need an experienced old hand who knows his shit and can make a reliable sword than a "brilliant" smith who's innovative but fucks up the heat treatment and tries to cover up the mistakes with gold inlays and shit.
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>>2590813
>This 'Brutus' fellow sounds like the type I'm looking for. I'll be sure to tell him you sent me.
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>>2590896
OP just said the heat treatment is one of his strong points. You may feel differently, but I want the smith who makes the best swords, not the smith who makes swords that stay sharp but have garbage balance and are unwieldy and cumbersome.
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>>2590813
>>I'll give the supposed 'brilliant' man's forge a try. If he's all he's cracked up to be he's our man.
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>>2590917
so I suppose then the "brilliant" smith's strong points is that he can make a sword that has perfect balance but makes mistakes during heat treatment putting the durability in question.
Keep in mind of Noel's occupation. Noel does half-swording, which uses the claymore as both a shield and a cutting weapon.
Having a weapon with good balance is fine by me, but I'd rather have a sword that can withstand the abuse that a claymore goes through on a routine basis and still remain intact than have it suddenly snap because there was a structural flaw the smith didn't notice.

If Noel was an Offensive-type claymore whose specialty was a specific fighting style that used the sword, I would go for the "brilliant" smith since having a balanced blade would work well.
But with this situation, Brutus fits our needs better since Canon!Noel is a defensive type whose specialty relies on defending with half-swording and counterattacking with White Fist.
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>>2590946
No, the brilliant smith has good heat cycling. That's what he's famous for. It's the difference between a sword built to be a good sword, and a sword built to be sharp forever. I'd rather have the good sword, made by a prodigy smith, than some sharp lump of metal with a handle.
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>>2590813
>This 'Brutus' fellow sounds like the type I'm looking for. I'll be sure to tell him you sent me.
Straight and true.
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>>2590948
I think you and I are getting things mixed up from interpretation of the update.
>>2590878
Okay since this generous anon and I are having a discussion on Noel's needs for a sword, I'm getting a bit confused by which smith is good at what.
Can you officially weigh in?
Is Brutus the one that excels at heat treatment? or is the "brilliant" smith in the fortress good at heat treatment? Because the wording of Noventus's statement of the "brilliant" smith's "supposed" technical brilliance could mean working a sword to make it exceptionally balanced or good heat treatment. because what I'm getting from the update is that Brutus is the one that can smith a sword so that it stays reliable due to exceptional heat treatment, whereas the "brilliant" smith can make an ornate sword due to his technical brilliance but has durability in question hence Noventus saying "supposed technical brilliance".
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>>2590966
I thought Noventius only said supposed because he doesn't have personal experience with the prodigy and his work. There was nothing to suggest he makes mistakes in my mind.
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>>2590966
"Brilliant Smith":
>Does commissions for officers
>Supposed to be technically skilled
>Noventus can't vouch for that personally
"Brutus"
>Does more work for the locals
>Also supposed to be skilled
>Noventus ordered swords for himself and was impressed enough with the heat treatment and edge retention he ordered one for his son too
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>>2590972
I read 'ornate' and thought 'naaah'
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>>2590974
We could ask him not to decorate ours, he does commissions.
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>>2590973
>Brilliant Nobles like him
>Brutus Hard experienced general likes him
hmmmm.
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>>2590978
>"Okay, ground rules, no inlays, embossing, or any of that shit. Just make a good sword."

>"N-no gold? How is it supposed to be good, then!?"
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>>2590995
You've formed a picture in your head of this guy despite never talking to him. You know tropes are just tropes, right? Feel good stereotypes that don't carry over to real life? King is too good a QM to write such a bland and unrealistic scenario.
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>>2590978
I am half tempted to switch votes just so I can have "brilliant" carve the sigils of Fiore and Saria alone the spine of our Claymore. But heat treatment and making a claymore that's durable as reliable farm equipment wins out.
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>>2591000
You know what a joke is, right?
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>>2591007
Maybe you're joking, but I think some people in the thread actually do think like that. Poes law.
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>>2591009
Maybe. But coming off as a holier than thou no fun allowed know it all prick really doesn't endear you to someone to change their mind. I'm sure some people do think he's simply a foppish noble toy who is good but flamboyant. Meanwhile people hear salt of the earth and associate it with someone they can trust and rely on more. Same could be said of the reverse, with nobles only taking work from one of the best, and the ironworker turned smith being a crude, uninspired, drunk.

However you can't just run around saying "This is what you're thinking, it's wrong." because all that does is make people like you less and reject your ideas on principle. Besides, he really COULD be a fop. And Brutus really could be a drunk. Assuming otherwise is silly. Sure, King is a great writer, but aspects of characters may still embody a trope even if they aren't a 1-1 comparison. The brilliant smith probably is eccentric, and Brutus probably is eccentric too in his own way.

I'm really just taking a long way to say "debate, don't speak like your words are fact".
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>>2591020
I've tried not to do that. I'll pay more attention to my tone.
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>>2591026
It's all good man. It's pretty easy to fall into that kind of thing when you're just getting brushed off by people. No one devolved into fits of calling everyone a faggot so it's a pretty good day regardless.

They're probably equally skilled anyway without factoring in their specializations.
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>>2591009
I don't like you.
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>>2591045
Sorry to disillusion you.
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>>2591052
No disillusionment homie, you're just an asshole.
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>>2591031
>>2591026
opinions aside, each smith recommended by Noventus will probably have their own quirks/problems. What sort of problems do you think we'll encounter in order to get our sword commission work done?

>>2590972
that is true, the problem is that we don't know much of Brilliant's handiwork aside from second hand stories and rumors. Sure he's capable of knowing a sword inside and out, but it brings to question Brilliant's clients. Officers, nobility, people with money who own swords for aesthetic or ceremonial purposes. He's pretty much an unknown. And that doesn't factor in the location of his workshop. It's in the middle of a fortress and we don't know the make and moral fibre of the troops garrisoned there. keep in mind we have two claymores, one of them (Noel) is in civilian clothing.

Brutus you could argue, would be inexperienced with working with swords the size of a person and wouldn't have the proper equipment/forge to do his work proper. And even though his prime craft is probably farming tools (Brutus does more work for Locals) keep in mind that although Brutus does forge swords occasionally (Noventus being the one that commissioned two swords from him), and the works that he does produce is very reliable and durable, which is to be expected since most of his works deal with farming tools. A good farming tool be it a scythe or saw or sickle that is reliable and keeps it's edge is one forged by a blacksmith that can heat treat it well.

So what did you actually want out of "Brilliant"? Good balance? the option to customize our claymore with some stylish inlays? Carving Saria's and Fiore's sigils above Noel's to form some archaic rune inscription? What drew you to trying out "Brilliant"s forge?

>>2591054
water under the bridge people. water under the bridge.
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>>2591075
From real life experience I can say durable blades aren't as good as the best blades. They keep and rarely require maintenance, but they don't handle as well. I don't really care about decorations or inlays, from what I've heard brilliant has the potential to make the best blade we can get. As for problems, like you mentioned, swords for claymores are unusually big. I think a naturally talented smith like brilliant would adapt to this situation better than an old, set in his ways smith.
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>>2590813
>>This 'Brutus' fellow sounds like the type I'm looking for. I'll be sure to tell him you sent me.
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What about we try to visit both, see what they can tell us about themselves and their craft, how would they create a sword as big as we need it and then we come to a decision.
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>>2591100
>>2591111
It might come to the same thing either way, but I don't believe we're actually looking to commission an entire sword, just a crossguard for one. I haven't any expertise in this topic, so I can't make any claims about whether or not the considerations are the same.
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>>2591100
>From real life experience I can say durable blades aren't as good as the best blades.
You keep on using the word "best". can you be more specific? Best as in what circumstance?
It's hard to be compelled when the primary definition for best is: "of the most excellent, effective, or desirable type or quality."
what quality is the quality that makes it "best"? And don't give me that "everything is best" bullshit. is it the balance which "Brilliant" keeps in mind after seeing fighting style that Noel uses and adjusts the forging proceedure to match? is it the procedure in which "brilliant" handles the blade? Or is it how he treats the blade so that the decoration and blade go together as one (pommel, handles, crossguard, quillions)?

>>2591111
That sounds good, and I would happily settle for a motion to visit both smiths. But there might be a few problems with that. one of which is the locations where both smiths place their workshop, which admittedly is a minor issue. The other and more serious issue is that you can't whore your sword to two different smiths. Blacksmiths are like artists, and tend to refuse to lend their services (mostly out of respect) when they find out another blacksmith has already laid their hands/worked on it. It's rare that two blacksmiths of different specialties come together for a collab work. For that to happen I can't help but think the only way to do so is to reveal our identity as the lost princess of Hazaran. But even then it's a long shot since Noventus remarks that Brutus is "rough around the edges" while "Brilliant" is a complete unknown.
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>>2591100
This isn't real life it's AnimeLand.

And despite there existing Awaken Beings hard enough that the Claymore can't cut it remains by FAR the best possible weapon because I have serious doubts that anything made out of steel could last more a dozen proper strikes at that level of strength and there isn't any garantee it would be able to cut something the Claymore can't.
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>>2591121
I'd say the best sword would strike a balance between all the qualities you mentioned, rather than take any single one to an extreme. For example, if brilliant lives up to the hype, we'd still need to get oir blade repaired more often than one from Brutus, but we'd have lower DCs or bonuses to our combat rolls that would exceed what we'd get from Brutus, enough to make it worth the additional repairs.

>>2591126
You begin by discounting real life experience because it's anime, then go on to say that real life steel would never hold up to what we put these swords through. If it's animeland, why would the properties of real life steel matter?
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>>2591126
It's anime land with a touch of historical realism. The quota for animeland was fulfilled by Queen writing a "Roman Onsen" Scene with Olivia and Noel bathing. Now it's time for the quota for historical realism to be fulfilled by going into the technicalities of Blacksmithing, Sword making, and the properties of a good sword.

>>2591137
Please watch your tone with the other anon. your initial statement is shaky from the counterpoint.

Aside from that, I have no doubts that Brilliant is a good sword maker who can make a sword with a balance of all the good qualities of an exceptional sword: well balanced, sharp, and durable. Your idea that a good balanced sword would lead to lower combat DCs that involve the reforged sword. But aren't you discounting Brutus's character a bit too much? your quote from >>2591100
>"I think a naturally talented smith like brilliant would adapt to this situation better than an old, set in his ways smith."

is a bit presumptuous and biased. He could be a smith who despite being resigned to forging farm tools for a majority of his career, took pride in working Noventus's commission (hidden behind a facade of grumpiness), or he used to be a really good sword maker before the coup happened and now he's grumpy.

Brutus's work would also give benefits to our combat rolls too. It's applied in different scenarios sure, the lowered maintenance cost would be a better long term investment. And if we did go to "Brilliant"s forge and become dedicated to his work, the maintenance cost would be many times that of Brutus's if we add in the factor that "Brilliant" would have to redo the entire blade plus any custom decorations that we've commissioned from him. Not to mention the downtime waiting for "Brilliant" to repair the blade if repairing requires redoing any custom decorations.
And do we even have a budget? what's the salary for a claymore? How much do we get from our Yoma pest control services? Is a Claymore even allowed an allowance?
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“You say you went back for a sword for your son?” you ask. “And he carries it as part of his service in the guard?”

“That's right,” the general confirms.

“Then you've piqued my interest,” you nod. “A hometown smith whose work turns up among officers in the capital is worth paying a visit.”

“Here,” Noventus says, tossing you an apple. “You look hungry.”

“Thank you again,” you nod.

The apple is gone by the time you leave the fortress gate and head down into Baiko proper. After asking directions twice, the second time at Olivia's insistence, you finally find a likely building. Unlike many of the others this one looks to have been built with fire in mind: it's all stone and tiles from foundation to roofline. Inside you find that the front of the building is a shop with a proper counter and a wooden floor, decorated with pieces of forged steel in various shapes and old iron tools hanging from hooks and pegs in the walls.

>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1BEk6d6aMX4

“It seems they're open,” Olivia muses, “but the owner must be in back.”

You don't reply. Instead you grab an iron file from off the wall, and a short sword of pristine steel from over the counter. The file skates across the steel edge like ice, not even the slightest indication that it might bite. The edge is perfectly straight as well, and even on both sides.

“What d'ya think yer doin', witch?” a barrel-chested man with a short mustache demands over the counter.

“You would be Brutus, then?” you ask, quickly handing the tool and the weapon back handle-first.

“At's right,” he nods, accepting them both in turn and putting them back in their spots on the wall. “Mah question repeats then.”

“That's a fine piece of work,” you acknowledge. “No wonder Noventus came back for a second sword for his son.”

“So ya know the general then?” Brutus frowns. “An what of it?”

“Nothing,” you shrug. “Simply wondering if you'd take a job from me.”

“Depends on the job,” Brutus replies, squinting at you slightly. “Av I seen you before, lass?”

“I was through here a few days ago,” you lie, knowing full well that's not where the old smith knows your face from. Instead you place your sword, its broken guard, and the spare piece of Saria's blade on his counter. “I was in a bit of a fight...”

“Six days long,” Olivia reminds you.

“A bit of a long fight,” you correct yourself. “My guard was damaged.”

“An why wouldn't ya send it back ta yer Organization?”

“They would simply fit a replacement,” you tell him. “This guard came off the sword of a dear friend of mine, who... isn't with us anymore. The broken piece of blade here has a similar story to it.”

“Friends ya say,” Brutus mutters, stroking his chin. “I see yer problem then.”

“So, are you willing to help?” Olivia asks.

“Aye,” Brutus agrees. “Lemme have a look here...”
>3d10, best of four
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>>2591187
Brutus could have that backstory, but on the other hand Brilliant could have always dreamed of making a sword for a Claymore, and practiced for it. No way to know just from talking to Noventius.

Brutus would also give us bonuses, but I think the bonuses we'd get from Brilliant would be higher, the trade-off being additional maintenance. I don't think we want to skimp money on the most important tool we have, which our life depends on. I also don't think the cost difference would be as high as you do. We aren't planning on any custom decorations, and there's no reason Brilliant would need to redo the entire blade if Brutus wouldn't.
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Rolled 9, 2, 3 = 14 (3d10)

>>2591227
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Rolled 7, 7, 7 = 21 (3d10)

>>2591227
rollain
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Rolled 8, 8, 7 = 23 (3d10)

>>2591227
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>>2591236
>>2591243
Is Seven Seven Seven better?
Or Eight eight Seven?

Like obviously 23 is higher, but..
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Rolled 2, 5, 2 = 9 (3d10)

>>2591227
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>>2591245
I am not even going fucking to try to divine what the dice are telling me from this roll because that's a bit too ominous for my tastes.
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>>2591251
777 is ominous? It's good luck. We're Jackpot Noel now.
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>>2591251
Clearly one seven is represents Emma.
Another is for Saria.
But as for the last one-
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>>2591267
And on the seventh day, she rolled sevens.
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>>2591259
No I mean I finally got off my ass to finish up one of the tanks I was painting over the course of a week or two and now it's giving me triples of the same number.
I'm a bit concerned that the dice are trying to bribe me with good rolls.
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>>2591286
The dice gods are benevolent beings and their goodwill should not be second guessed.
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>>2591227
After examining the two broken pieces for several minutes, in what seems to you like rapt attention, Brutus hums to himself. “I think I see whatcha getting' at here. Ya want ta reinforce yer guard with the metal from the blade, is that it?”

“That was the idea,” you acknowledge. “So the metal present from both would keep either from breaking again.”

“I see, I see...” Brutus frowns. “Whatcha got here is somethin' I've never seen before... powder steel. It's gonna be a trick to forge it right.”

“Can you do it?” Olivia asks.

Brutus nods. “Sure, doin' it's not the problem. But powder steel's just a theory, see. Nobody's got any experience workin' with it, so you'd either have ta figure out as you go or waste half the material testin'.”

“What do you mean by powder steel?” you ask.

“I thought you'd know?” Brutus admits, shaking his head. “It's yer own Organization as figured how ta do it... powder steel's a way of forgin' a billet of somethin' not like regular steel. You at least know what steel is, lasses?”

“Iron and carbon,” Olivia summarizes. “Plus some traces of other things.”

“It's the traces an' the amount a carbon as can give steel different properties,” Brutus explains. “Powder steel's a way of takin' advantage of that, reducin' iron an' that 'other stuff' ya said to a fine powder an' mixin' it, then heatin' it till it's liquid. Makes a billet of steel with precise properties... somethin' in this steel of yours ain't normal I'd wager. Gives it its special properties.”

“If you forge it will it lose those chemical properties?” you ask.

Brutus shakes his head. “Shouldn't do. Real problem's gettin' the quench just right to make use of the properties it's got. But I got a few ideas.”

“Yes?” you ask.

“Well, I've gotta take bits of that blade metal an' quench 'em, make sure I've got the right way of thermocycling and the right quenching method to get the end product right,” Brutus explains. “Probably half of what you've got there.”

“Which doesn't leave much,” you realize. “No room for errors.”

“That's right.”

“So what's your plan?” you ask.

“I got two,” he tells you. “I could cut away some room ta slot in the harder steel, literally reinforce the guard and forge the end back on. I'd get maybe two shots at gettin' it right.”

“Which means the stronger material wouldn't be full-thickness, and the original guard metal would still be exposed,” you summarize.

“Right,” he nods. “But I'm sure it'd work easy as cake.”

“And the other plan?”

“A bit fancy for my tastes,” he admits. “I could pattern-weld a billet and forge it into shape usin' a die. I'd only get one shot, maybe two if I underestimated the quench, but even if I got it wrong it'd still be stronger than it was to start. Just not strong as it coulda been.”
>1/2
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>>2591368
“And if you got it right?” Olivia asks.

“Damn thing'd never so much as crack again no matter how hardja hit it. The alternatin' metals'd see ta that.”

>Go for the reinforcing bar and bands. Simple and reasonably effective, with predictable if likely somewhat crude results.
>Go for the pattern welding. A failure would still be an improvement over standard-issue, but a success would be unbreakable.
>I'll consider it for now.
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>>2591389
And if anyone needs me to translate from Scots-Roman-Mongol-Tibetan dorf into English, let me know. Basically the difference is keeping the two metals separate, using the hard metal from Saria's sword to reinforce the broken guard from Emma's sword, or to take the metal and fold it together in something like the wood grain pattern above then re-forging it into shape.

Something with distinct visual and physical properties that solves the immediate issue, or one unified piece that could end up damn near unbreakable.
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>>2591389
>Go for the pattern welding. A failure would still be an improvement over standard-issue, but a success would be unbreakable.
Unbreakable crossguard. YES.

>>2591400
Brutus must've been a migrant who ended up here from some other country.
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>>2591389
>Go for the pattern welding. A failure would still be an improvement over standard-issue, but a success would be unbreakable.
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>>2591389
>I'll consider it for now.
I feel like the best thing to do would be to ask how confident he is in getting the pattern welding right; and if his answer isn't that he'd bet an arm and a leg on it, ask him if he's got any recommendations for someone who might have more experience with this sort of steel.
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>>2591389
>Pattern welding
And this is why I wanted Brilliant
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>>2591389
>Go for the reinforcing bar and bands. Simple and reasonably effective, with predictable if likely somewhat crude results.
I like the idea that they're together and separate, and visually distinctive
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>>2591422
if you wanted Brilliant, then vote
[I'll consider it for now]. But from the sound of things, pattern welding is exactly what you wanted in the first place.
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>>2591389
>>Go for the pattern welding. A failure would still be an improvement over standard-issue, but a success would be unbreakable.
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>>2591389
>Go for the pattern welding. A failure would still be an improvement over standard-issue, but a success would be unbreakable.
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>>2591431
It is what I wanted. I think brilliant would have a better chance of pulling it off successfully than Brutus.
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>>2591389
>>Go for the pattern welding. A failure would still be an improvement over standard-issue, but a success would be unbreakable.
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You know, with the stigma closed, Noel isn’t gonna be smelling youma scent from her body to be a perfume freak anymore?
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>>2591599
she's nose-blind from her own scent. That and we just took a bath and liberally applied lots of Perfume oil last night. The perfume's a bonus for the charisma factor as well as a hold over from Noel's previous life of royalty. Gotta impress muggles and be more approachable. by the way, we still haven't applied a single bottle after that bar brawl in Merced. it's kinda sad.
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>>2591599
Noel won't notice her own yoki from this point, as to her it's just her own scent. But she'll still get sweaty, and she's still a former-princess. She has certain standards.
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>>2591685
>>2591628
Would be nice if we could just carry some rose oil with us all the time
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>>2591692
we have a bag full of 5 perfume bottles.
>>2591685
perfume application wen?
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>>2591698
I mean as a signature scent, rather than just random perfumes.
also wouldn't anything we had on us have been obliterated in that six day battle to the death
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>>2591389
>>I'll consider it for now.

Let´s see what Brlliant has to say
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>>2591702
unless Queen stated it explicitly, I would say our monk book and bag of perfume is still safe in inventory space.
>>2591685
Do we still have our bag of perfume and our monk book?
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>>2591736
I would hope we had the foresight to hide it outside of town before heading in.
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>>2591685
Hey king, do you watch any blacksmithing channels on youtube?
You must have some slight interest, right?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8XgDHIx9LvQ
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>>2591752
he's a huge smithing nerd. he already knows many ins and outs of smithing.
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>>2591801
I'm sure he watches michealthulu and all the others, then.
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>>2591389
>>Go for the pattern welding. A failure would still be an improvement over standard-issue, but a success would be unbreakable.
If it's gonna be better no matter what I don't see why not.
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>>2591752
Minus the power tools this is a good example of what's going to be going on in Brutus' forge, if the pattern welding option is selected.

It's really a fun process to watch people fuck around with, and there are a lot of possible ways it can turn out.
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>>2591389
>I'll consider it for now.
Second opinion from the brilliant smith can't hurt.
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>>2591389
>Go for the pattern welding. A failure would still be an improvement over standard-issue, but a success would be unbreakable.
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>Calling it here
Noel will be opting for the pattern-welded option in the OP of tomorrow's session. Rest assured, clean welds and careful heat treatment are Brutus' strong suite.
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>>2591389
Isn't pattern welding used to remove impurities and homogenize carbon distribution in steel? What point is to mix two different metals?
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>>2596504
The point isn't to homogenize the end product, it's to blend two components with different properties. In this case there's somewhat closer a resemblance to mokume-game as the component metals are fairly different in composition: more so than simply two alloys of steel.

In any event it's the same process at work.
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>>2591389
You weigh the options in your mind. You know that such a technique as what Brutus is talking about is certainly possible, since swords are often made from two or more different types of steel to take advantage of their mechanical properties, and smiths in the north are fond of a technique meant to mimic wood grain in decorative metal. Your father once had a metal serving tray like that which looked bizarrely similar to natural wood.

It's probably somewhere in the palace still.

But you also consider that Emma's crossguard has been with you, whole, for many years: this means not only the loss of Saria's blade material, but irreversibly altering the token you have left to remember Emma by.

Maybe that's not a bad thing.

To stay with you in your memories, to lend strength to your heart and sword alike even after death... even to grow with you as your skills and your needs change over time.

You decide that honors them just as well as curating the little artifacts their lives have left behind, perhaps even more so.

“Try for the pattern-welding,” you tell Brutus calmly. “I like the sound of that.”

“Ya shan't be disappointed, lass,” Brutus nods approvingly. “Now, let's talk payment.”

You exchange a glance with Olivia: neither of you considered that the Organization isn't offering to pay for Brutus' services on your behalf.

“I...” you begin, but Brutus raises a hand.

“We smiths tend ta be of a certain sort,” he explains. “We like ta make things, an' not always cause we need ta make 'em, either. Helps us hone our skills.”

“That said... I got payin' customers ta deal with, so I'll be doin' yer order after hours, mostly fer fun.”

You breathe a little sigh of relief. “And how long do you think it will take at that rate?”

“One week, maybe a tad longer if the heat treat is trickier than I think,” Brutus tells you, clearly working out the specifics in his mind already.

Perhaps a little longer than you might have hoped, but then again he's also doing it just for the sake of doing it.

“Can you furnish her with an armorer's guard in the short term?” Olivia asks on your behalf.

You nod thoughtfully. “That's a good idea.”

“Not a problem,” Brutus shrugs. “I can take the measurements an' fit it in the hour.”
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“Good,” you nod. “I have one final request.”

“That so?”

You carefully trace Em's emblem and Saria's onto a piece of paper, copying them from the sketches in your book. “I want these two emblems to appear on the final piece. They can be small... I'd just like them to be present.”

“Can do,” Brutus nods.

It hardly takes any time at all to fit the temporary guard, as it turns out. Brutus hands you a piece of toast to munch on while he removes the pommel, handle, and broken crossguard of your sword and begins filing out the inner edges of a rough iron piece. It almost looks more like an elongated spacer than a proper sword-fitting, but then again the entire point is expediency anyway.

“There,” he mutters to himself, fitting the iron in place with a light tap from a wooden mallet. “Prefect. An' now the handle...”

You're both surprised when Olivia hands him a pommel... one with a deep scratch in it and a slightly rounded end rather than the sharp point your own bears.

“Wha's this, lass?” Brutus asks, slightly confused.

“This is an older style of fitting, but it should still match,” she declares, sparing you a glance. “Humor an old woman, would you?”

You shrug, not seeing the point in raising a fuss. Brutus dutifully fits Olivia's pommel to your handle, then fits your pommel to hers.

“There,” she nods, accepting her sword then passing yours to you. “Now a part of my sword will join a part of my friend's. I like the thought of that, don't you?”

>Yeah... it's nice. Morbid, but nice.
>Your turn to think of something to do.
>... are you really okay, Olivia?
>Other?
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>>2596865
>... are you really okay, Olivia?
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>>2596865
>Yeah... it's nice. Morbid, but nice.
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>>2596865
Meant to add on
>Your turn to think of something to do.
to this>>2596874
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>>2596865
>Yeah... it's nice. Morbid, but nice.
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>>2596865
>... are you really okay, Olivia?
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>>2596865
>>Yeah... it's nice. Morbid, but nice.
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>>2596865
>It's nice... are you really okay, Olivia?
>other: hug Olivia, she secretly needs one.
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>writing
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And for good measure,
>3d10, best of three
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Rolled 1, 4, 7 = 12 (3d10)

>>2596984
pray for a 20+ as it seems to be the standards nowadays for a good roll.
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Rolled 1, 6, 1 = 8 (3d10)

>>2596984
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Rolled 10, 2, 4 = 16 (3d10)

>>2596984
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>>2596991
Ehhh not bad but not great, Could be worse though.
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Rolled 9, 5, 3 = 17 (3d10)

>>2596999
Dice gods pls, we asked for triple 9 rolls not post numbers.
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>>2596984
“It's nice in a morbid sort of way,” you acknowledge, though that's not really your main concern at the moment. Instead you wait until Brutus has gone back into his working forge and you can hear the regular falls of a hammer.

“Are you okay?”

Your question catches Olivia off guard, but after a moment she seems to acknowledge defeat. “That obvious, is it? Well, I guess the one thing I haven't learned over the years is how to lie.”

“No,” she admits. “I'm far from okay. But it's my own burden to bear, thirteen. I will not have my own little moods add to your own burden.”

You offer her a quick hug, which she returns with equal quickness. “Okay, I understand your position.”

“Thank you,” she replies. “Now, we should probably get you something to eat before you start gnawing my arm off.”

“That obvious, is it?” you ask.

Olivia chuckles to herself. “You fought for six days, you can't have eaten nearly enough for that.”

“You aren't incorrect,” you admit with a smirk.

Olivia leads the way this time, taking you to the corner of a larger apartment block where there's a shop. You take a seat inside the spacious, pleasantly-decorated main room, finding a wooden booth where a waitress cautiously arrives to take your order.

“I've wanted to try the tea in Hazaran for years,” Olivia admits, “so I hope you'll indulge me.”

“Sure, if you can pay for it,” you tell her, looking the menu over. It seems there are quite a few pricey options available, and dozens of small dishes to eat with them.

“I've been saving up,” Olivia insists. “I have more than enough for fancier tea than this... we eat rarely enough that we can afford to splurge a bit when we do, don't you think?”

“I won't argue,” you shrug.

Olivia orders you two individual pots of a tea that was apparently grown at cloud-level in the hills of Hazaran before being oxidized. On a long list of fancy teas she could have ordered, this is one of the fancier ones.

>Olivia must have known many single-digit warriors... try and get her to tell you about some of them.
>Ask Olivia about her fellow single-digits, the ones who call you 'Pink Princess'.
>Read your book, call the server over and see if there are papers or books for Olivia to do the same.
>Other?

>Sorry it took a while, I had to go out to deal with real-life stuff
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>>2597141
>Ask Olivia about her fellow single-digits, the ones who call you 'Pink Princess'.
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>>2597141
>Ask Olivia about her fellow single-digits, the ones who call you 'Pink Princess'.
Fill our kill list.
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>>2597141
>Ask Olivia about her fellow single-digits, the ones who call you 'Pink Princess'.
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>>2597141
First.
>Read your book, skim and dogear the section of human anatomy and pressure points.
I specifically said human anatomy and pressure points so that we can enact vulcan nerve pinches on the one who started the 'pink princess' rumor.
>other: 5 minutes into reading surprise Olivia with asking about her fellow single-digits, the ones who call you 'Pink Princess".
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>>2597141
>Other?
>Talk about your late mutual friend.
It's common at funerals and wakes to reminisce about times spent with the deceased. It helps people let go and move on.

Surely while we can't possibly imagine magnitude of the weight she feels right now, our own burden is, to at least some degree, similar in nature.
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>>2597141
>Ask Olivia about her fellow single-digits, the ones who call you 'Pink Princess'.
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>>2597141
>>Ask Olivia about her fellow single-digits, the ones who call you 'Pink Princess'.
Cruisin' for a bruisin'.
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>>2597141
>>2597166
supporting this
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we're gonna have to roll for intimidating/interrogating Olivia if we looking to bully the ones who started the pink princess meme.
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>3d10, best of three
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Rolled 8, 3, 8 = 19 (3d10)

>>2597217
BULLI
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Rolled 1, 6, 9 = 16 (3d10)

>>2597217
MAXIMUM BULLY
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Rolled 2, 5, 7 = 14 (3d10)

>>2597217
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Rolled 7, 3, 8 = 18 (3d10)

>>2597217
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Rolled 10, 1, 2 = 13 (3d10)

>>2597217
A woman needs a name.
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>>2597217
You begin by flagging down a waitress and asking for anything to read, and she returns with your tea and a newspaper on a wooden frame with a handle.

“I've heard about this,” Olivia muses, taking the handle with a trace of amusement. “Teahouses often keep newspapers for their patrons to read while they're here. It's all so very intellectual.”

True enough, you can tell that every other table in this venue is the center of a quiet, private conversation about politics, business, local gossip... even word from far-off kingdoms in the east. So you take out your book and flip through it a little, memorizing a few new hand signs for more abstract concepts and picking out a section that details three ways to quickly get back to your feet after having been knocked down.

“Tell me, Olivia,” you begin, causing your companion to raise her head. “About the other single-digit warriors. I admit aside from you I know next to nothing... just Laura's name.”

“Our top fighters mainly keep to themselves,” Olivia admits sadly. “Many of them feel no sense of kinship with each other, and some don't even particularly like having me around despite the fact that I've followed all of their careers from the beginning.”

“What can you say about them?” you ask. “The ones you know anything about at least?”

“Well,” she begins, “Laura and I... you could probably call us friends. She has no nickname, but her swordsmanship is something special. She can attack at range.”

“From a distance?” you muse. That's extraordinary if true... you wonder how similar her technique is to your own.

Olivia nods thoughtfully. “It's been a treat to watch her develop it over the years. Serana is our number three warrior, a very thoughtful young woman who excels in using her sword with both hands. Her technique reminds me of Saria's 'Earthbreaker': much faster, but not quite as strong.”

“Sounds like you're fond of her,” you realize.

“I am,” Olivia admits with a warm smile. “Unlike with Saria... I did arrive in time to help Serana. And she's never once let me forget that she owes me her life.”

“That sort of warrior?”

“Precisely that sort.”

She gestures for you to hand her your book, where she sketches their emblems.
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>>2596138
Cute!
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“Then we have a case of two near-opposites,” Olivia continues. “Helen is our current number eight, and a natural leader. Her epithet is 'Echo-Sword' though I have never seen it in person, so I can't tell you anything about it. She guards it zealously, despite otherwise being so open and cooperative.”

“And her opposite?” you ask.

Olivia frowns, then shuts her eyes. “Our current number one warrior, 'Illustrated' Clarice.”

“What's so bad about her?” you ask cautiously. “And what makes her 'Illustrated'?”

“To answer your first question shes a psychopath,” Olivia tells you with unusual candor, bordering on genuine bitterness. “To the second, she takes a special pride in killing other warriors when the Organization needs such things done. When she fights a single-digit warrior, she inscribes that warrior's emblem into her own flesh to commemorate the occasion.”

“Why?” you press, stunned at the revelation of what strikes you as a barbaric practice for the number one to engage in. “What could she possibly gain from that?”

“I've definitely seen her use techniques she saw her fellow warriors using,” Olivia explains. “The markings must have to do with enhancing her memories.”

She takes a moment to mark in the two new emblems as well.

>I see. Can you tell me anything about the others?
>Do number eight and number one have a history?
>Tell me more about Laura. She should be the one coming?
>Other?
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>>2597383
>>Tell me more about Laura. She should be the one coming?
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>>2597383
>Tell me more about Laura. She should be the one coming?
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>>2597383
>>Do number eight and number one have a history?
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>>2597383
>Tell me more about Laura. She should be the one coming?
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>>2597383
>Tell me more about Laura. She should be the one coming?
I'm guessing that Clarice is actively hounding Helen so that Helen goes woke. which gives Clarice the perfect excuse to kill Helen.
If anything Clarice is a bloodknight who wants to become the 'ultimate warrior' whose power is basically megamanning. Not to mention the bisected omega symbol is very telling.
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>>2597383
>>Tell me more about Laura. She should be the one coming?
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>>2597383
>Do number eight and number one have a history?
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>>2597383
>other: How many did number #1 kill? how many techniques did you recognize when you saw her fight?
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>>2597383
Wait, I thought Laura was the number one?
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>>2597442
Laura is #2. not #1. Number one belongs to the claymore serial killer Clarice.
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>>2597383
>>Tell me more about Laura. She should be the one coming?
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>>2597442
Nope. She's the highest rank without a nickname, but she's only #2.
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>>2597383
“Tell me more about Laura,” you ask. “She should be the one on her way.”

“She was the one you put in your black envelope?” Olivia muses. “Yes, that was a good decision on your part. She's very skilled even without her nameless technique. Very fast, very perceptive. She has a habit of second-guessing everything the Organization tells her... it must be very tiring, but I can't say I disagree with her tendency towards caution.”

“I've had my doubts as well,” you admit.

Olivia sets aside her paper. “I hope you have the good sense to be less obvious about it.”

“Depends,” you reply, sipping your tea. “How obvious is Laura about it?”

“She's nearly gotten into a fight with Clarice on three separate occasions,” Olivia relays, “each time in view of her fellow single-digits and their handlers. She maintains that she has no desire to be the number one, but that a warrior with so much 'red blood' on her hands should not be either.”

“And how much 'red blood' does Clarice have on her hands?” you ask, not entirely sure you want to know the answer.

Olivia pauses to finish her own tea. “Not enough to satisfy her. If you find that the number one draws her sword in your presence, I have one piece of advice.”

“Run?”

“As fast and as far as you can.”

“I'll remember that.”

“Especially given your... eccentricity,” Olivia phrases her comment delicately, “I believe it could save your life one day.”

“Now, enough of that,” Olivia declares as the dishes you ordered finally arrive: three small plates of dumplings, with vegetables and meats for fillings. “Have you any other ideas for how to pass the time until Laura arrives?”

>I usually pass time by sparring or training, to be honest.
>I hear there's a theater in this town. Could be interesting to see.
>It might be nice to have some money of my own, do some odd jobs.
>Other?
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>>2597613
>>I usually pass time by sparring or training, to be honest.
practice foot techniques, and also see how much we've improved the White Fist
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>>2597613
>>I usually pass time by sparring or training, to be honest.
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>>2597613
>I hear there's a theater in this town. Could be interesting to see.
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>>2597613
>I usually pass time by sparring or training, to be honest.
But
>I hear there's a theater in this town. Could be interesting to see.
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I think it would be good to get a little spare change so we can tip the blacksmith.
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>>2597613
>I usually pass time by sparring or training, to be honest.
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>>2597613
>I hear there's a theater in this town. Could be interesting to see.
inb4 they're showing a play glorifying the coup-d'etat
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>>2597613
>I hear there's a theater in this town. Could be interesting to see.
>other: wanna learn how to talk in monk?
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>>2597613
>>2597666
I was gonna vote for training but you've convinced me.
>I hear there's a theater in this town. Could be interesting to see.
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>>2597613
>I usually pass time by sparring or training, to be honest.
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>>2597613
>I hear there's a theater in this town. Could be interesting to see.
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>>2597666
more like the life and tragedy of Princess Noel
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>>2597613
“Usually I pass the time by practicing,” you admit rather sheepishly. Though you're not sure why you're embarrassed to admit the fact: it's not like you have an abundance of time to pursue hobbies or any such things. And even when you were a child you were always messing around with sharp things, or riding horses, or other things that little girls in well-off households generally don't do.

The two of you eat your food in silence for a few minutes. The dumplings are excellent, whether steamed or fried, meat-filled or containing the strictly inferior roasted vegetables.

“That doesn't sound like my idea of a fun time,” Olivia eventually admits. “Besides which my old bones should be saved for when a fight is actually necessary. So I'm vetoing a sparring session.”

“That's not very democratic,” you sigh.

“Since when has the Organization ever operated like a democracy?” Olivia counters.

“Very well, I hear there's a theater of some repute in this town,” you tell her. “Could be interesting to see.”

“The theater?” Olivia muses playfully. “I didn't bring a thing to wear.”

“You should be fine, it's not the capital,” you shrug. “In fact I might be overdressed.”

“Then we will do that,” Olivia nods, leaving a few coins for the price of the tea and food.

The theater is in a relatively new building near the center of town, a very noticeable building that seems to date from around the time of your father's reign. It makes sense: one of the more noteworthy things he made a point of was organizing and funding the construction of civic buildings all around the kingdom, most of which shared the same characteristics. Sloping roofs, a gable over the arched doorway, and a smooth shade of almost mint green paint over wide stone blocks on the first floor and smooth plaster above on the higher floors, with trim in crisp white.

“Two tickets please.”

Olivia pays for the tickets for the first showing of the morning, and you seat yourselves somewhere in the middle of what's honestly a nice little theater. There are quite a few people here, considering the size of the town they must do a good business with locals and travelers alike.
>1/2
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>>2597763
The two of you are settled for a few minutes before the lighting in the theater is dimmed, and the curtains rise on a familiar story.

A prince inherits the throne, a boy favored by destiny. By sword and pen he clears a path to his succession, and establishes himself as a man both firm in conviction and fair in rulership. He grows up strong and handsome and cunning, with a fiery red... wig. A favorite of eligible ladies the world over. But so committed is he to his people that he has no time for such trifles, and ages into a man without a family.

As a man, both brilliant and mad, he rules over his people with both love and an iron hand. The same man who builds community centers like the very one you're sitting in forcibly resettles entire communities, the same man skilled in dealing with his rivals abroad makes a mockery of himself at home with gambols and antics. He can conduct himself brilliantly in war but cannot necessarily be trusted to dress himself for court.

And yet none can doubt his effectiveness. But whispers persist of his own succession crisis looming on the horizon.

Enter a prostitute, beautiful but without so much as a name to call her own.

Your mother was neither a prostitute. Your father would have mentioned it if she were... he had no reason to hide such matters once you were legitimated.

Their courtship is brief, their romance swift, before the king is called to settle a border dispute to the south. The two never see one another again.

That checks out.

Months later, a baby, already with the beginnings of her father's fiery... that's a wig too. A doll with a wig on it. The doll is delivered to the king at his court with word that it is his and her mother has passed, and he recognizes the truth of it immediately. His memory returns to the woman he loved, and he mourns her death.

He takes the child as his own, raises her into a fine young woman of princely pursuits, and arranges her succession to his throne.

The people rejoice in her.

And yet a tax increase proves to undo all of this. A councilor on the kashag is warned against his planned treachery, and yet gains enough support among the national assembly to put a scheme in motion... many of the assembly members are landholders who stand to lose from the new taxation scheme. They seem persuaded by the notion of an unstable monarch handing his power to a low-born girl.

The king is caught on his chamber-pot... which is inaccurate, you watched your father slay at least two of the traitors with a butter-knife before one managed to put a boar spear through his chest. He died to give you time to run.

His daughter ran and was cornered, pleading for her life... only to be put to the sword and thrown from a balcony. It wasn't a sword, it was another spear... and you were thrown through a window. Not to mention the fact that you bit off one of your pursuers' ears in the scuffle, and stabbed another in the eye with your pocket-knife.
>3d10, best of three
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Rolled 9, 5, 6 = 20 (3d10)

>>2597859
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Rolled 4, 3, 9 = 16 (3d10)

>>2597859
KEEP CALM NOEL. KEEP CALM.
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Rolled 2, 7, 6 = 15 (3d10)

>>2597859
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Rolled 1, 5, 7, 3 = 16 (4d10)

>>2597859
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>>2597859
There are quite a few gasps in the theater, despite this being a well-known story of how things took place that night. But only one patron accidentally cracks the arm rest on her seat.

Olivia glances at your armrest, then glances up at you... specifically at your hair. You stubbornly refuse to make eye contact.

There's a moment of dawning comprehension. “You...”

While the theater is still dark, you slip out through the back ahead of the crowd and weave your way towards a nearby alleyway which you think leads backstage. Olivia is close behind, her expression something you can't quite recognize.

“You don't just share your name with the princess of this kingdom,” Olivia realizes aloud. “You had vibrant red hair before you became a warrior, you must have for it to be pink now. And while nobody in that theater enjoyed that scene none of them were outraged by it, to the point they had to walk out. Like the hurt was still fresh.”

Don't try to analyze me,” you snap, before quickly reining in your temper. “My apologies... you're right. Seeing it again, even as inaccurate as it was...”

“I'm sorry,” Olivia sighs, putting an arm over your shoulder and pulling you in for a comforting embrace. “I was too shocked to think... please forgive my mistake in bringing it up.”

“No, we both made mistakes,” you reply, forehead meeting her shoulder. “We're human after all.”

After a few moments, you hear Olivia quietly agree. “Yeah, I guess you're right about that.”

It takes a few more minutes for you to gather your emotions, to get yourself back under control. But eventually you feel like you can face the rest of your day without wanting to punch it in the face.

>There has to be a place to drink around here. Find it, buy the strongest thing they can legally sell.
>Head back to headquarters for food, drink, and messing about with the officers and their families.
>You need someplace quiet, someplace where you can unwind and calm yourself even further.
>Other?
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>>2597959
>You need someplace quiet, someplace where you can unwind and calm yourself even further.
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>>2597959
>There has to be a place to drink around here. Find it, buy the strongest thing they can legally sell.
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>>2597959
>Head back to headquarters for food, drink, and messing about with the officers and their families.
Or
>There has to be a place to drink around here. Find it, buy the strongest thing they can legally sell.
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>>2597959
>>You need someplace quiet, someplace where you can unwind and calm yourself even further.
woosah
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>>2597959
>>There has to be a place to drink around here. Find it, buy the strongest thing they can legally sell.
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>>2597959
>You need someplace quiet, someplace where you can unwind and calm yourself even further.
>other: You need a pillow. hug the ever living crap out of said pillow. hug olivia. Olivia will make a fine pillow.
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>>2597959
>>You need someplace quiet, someplace where you can unwind and calm yourself even further.
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>>2597959
>You need someplace quiet, someplace where you can unwind and calm yourself even further.
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>>2597959
>>Head back to headquarters for food, drink, and messing about with the officers and their families.
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>>2597959
>>You need someplace quiet, someplace where you can unwind and calm yourself even further.
A drunk Claymore sounds like a horrible idea.
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Rolled 9, 7, 4, 5 = 25 (4d10)

>3d10, best of three
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Rolled 10, 8, 1 = 19 (3d10)

>>2598064
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Rolled 9, 5, 2 = 16 (3d10)

>>2598064
stay calm! we need more calm
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Rolled 7, 4, 9 = 20 (3d10)

>>2598064
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Rolled 6, 4, 2 = 12 (3d10)

>>2598064
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>>2598064
You want to find someplace quiet... not to think, but specifically to not think for a while. And so you find yourself in church, during the middle of a weekday, with nobody else around but Olivia who followed you in.

It's obvious she feels guilty about dredging up old memories... which you really wish she wouldn't.

This particular church, like most, is dedicated to the twin goddesses Clare and Teresa. The inside is decorated in the repetitive, colorful patterns of your Hazari homeland all over the walls and ceiling. It was probably built in your grandfather's time, though it doubtless saw refurbishing during the Mad King's reign.

Again, you're drawn back to that.

The most frustrating thing is that you know that you will always be his daughter, and that this will never be okay. You can only be more or less well-adjusted to the fact that it happened.

“Are you okay?” Olivia eventually asks.

“No,” you admit, “but it's my burden to bear.”

There are a few moments as Olivia seems to wonder how to respond to that.

“I'm sorry that I said that,” Olivia admits. “Do you know why I was keen to swap pommels with you?”

“No,” you shake your head quietly.

“Because I've been at this just over seventy years, Noel,” she tells you. “Since about twenty years before Saria awakened.”

“How?” you ask, completely astonished at the revelation. “How have you gone on that long?”

“Because for fifty of those years I had something I absolutely had to do,” she explains. “So long as Saria was suffering all alone I would save every warrior I could, defeat every yōma I could, suffer any indignity and deal with any task that saw me through until the day I could finally honor my promise.”

“And now I'm an old woman, deprived of that singular goal. You could say I've finally started to feel my age.”

“You're preparing to die,” you realize. “That's why you're leaving me a part of your sword, why you're spending so much money on fine food and drink and amusement. You don't know how much longer you can go on.”

Olivia nods sadly. “That's exactly right... but I've lived a long life, especially for a warrior. I feel like I've made a difference, saved may strong warriors who will remember and celebrate my life. This... is fine, I think. When it happens I'll be ready.”

"No matter how bad things get, just remember how much good you have done. I'm not the only one who owes you more than I can hope to repay."

>Have you told anyone else this? Do you INTEND to?
>You shouldn't have to die to be celebrated. We'll fix that.
>There has to be something else we can do.
>Other?
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>>2598173
>You shouldn't have to die to be celebrated. We'll fix that.
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>>2598173
>You shouldn't have to die to be celebrated. We'll fix that.
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>>2598173
>>You shouldn't have to die to be celebrated. We'll fix that.
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>>2598173
>>Have you told anyone else this? Do you INTEND to?
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>>2598173
>Have you told anyone else this? Do you INTEND to?
>other: Saria wouldn't have wanted you to off yourself after killing her. I wouldn't want that.
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>>2598214
This is good too.
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>>2598173
>>2598214
Supporting this.
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>>2598218
you changing votes or sticking to your other vote-post? can't double dip votes.
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>>2598231
Sticking with what I voted for, I just think that this is a good idea too.
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>>2598214
>>2598173
This
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>>2598214
To clarify, she's not considering taking her own life, she's doing things she's wanted to do because she thinks she may die soon whether she wants to or not.
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>>2598173
>Have you told anyone else this? Do you INTEND to?
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>>2598173
“Have you told anyone else about this?” you ask. “Do you intend to?”

“I might mention it to Laura, but I doubt it will make any difference,” Olivia sighs. “We all die sooner or later... we're human, after all. But I intend to rid the world of as many yōma as I can before I do, and to help as many of our sisters as I can while I'm doing it. That's the price I charge for my 'mercy', Noel.”

“It's a cost I'd be willing to pay,” you nod resolutely. “But there's one thing you said that was wrong.”

“Did I misspeak?” she asks.

You shake your head. “No, but it's wrong that someone like you would only be celebrated after your death. So let's fix that.”

“How?”
>1/?
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>>2598314
You find the nicest bottles of wine you can on short notice, and fine sausages and meats from a butcher in town. Then you take your bounty up to the fortress, practically knocking down General Noventus' door.

“What is this about?” he asks, eyeing your offerings. “I'm confused. Grateful, but confused.”

“This is a celebration,” you assert, dropping the food and wine on the table. “Gather your officers and squad leaders.”

“A celebration for what?” he asks, still confused.

“For a life worth living,” you explain simply, flashing Olivia a smile.

The afternoon and evening pass in a bustle. Your offerings are joined by smoked meats, breads, and cheeses from the fortress' store rooms, and kegs of ale as well. The officers are joined by enlisted men, and while all are confused at the sudden outbreak of festivities nobody seems particularly keen to try and curtail the growing celebration. Even the civilians join in, putting out picnic spreads in the quads and on the marshaling grounds.

By dusk fires have been lit, and you've long since had your fill of food and booze. Olivia reached her limit well before even you did, though she still politely tried a bit of most of the things she ran across or had thrust into her hands.

“Hey!” you finally shout, rapping the side of an empty wooden tankard with a heavy spoon. “Hey, everyone quiet down a bit!”

To your surprise the volume seems to drop almost immediately. “Thank you, I'm sure you're all wondering why we suddenly had a party.”

There's a murmur to the general effect of 'yes'.

“Well, we're celebrating my friend here, 'Merciful' Olivia!” you declare. “Seventy years she's been at this, SEVENTY. YEARS!

It seems that while you may have had some of the crowd's attention, now you have their interest. “She's been feeling a bit low these last few days, she lost an old friend in battle. A strong warrior. I just wanted to show her a good time, to celebrate her accomplishments over the decades. To show her what we've been protecting!”

“So, men... tell me: do you appreciate the protection she's offered you all these years!?”

There's a cheer from the happily-inebriated crowd.

“Old-timers,” you continue. “Do you appreciate what she's done for your generation, helping your children and grandchildren live a bit safer from the yōma!?”

There's another cheer from the crowd, this time sustained long enough that you bow out, having made your point.
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>>2598367
The next morning, you're left blinking slightly against the bright sun.

“I'm certainly glad we warriors do not get hangovers,” Olivia sighs, clearly still a little tired from the late night.

You groan. “I guess my body didn't get that message.”

“You should be more careful in the future,” she shakes her head. “Little details like this might get you in trouble in the future.”

“Point taken,” you grumble.

Several minutes pass, and the yōki you sensed when you woke up and threw on your Hazari outfit has grown steadily closer. Finally its owner rounds a corner, stopping several yards away.

It's a warrior, with long silver hair and pointed ears, wearing a stern expression that softens when she sees Olivia.

“Olivia,” she greets her fellow warrior, before turning her gaze to you. “What is the meaning of this?”

“Number Two, Laura,” you greet her. “We have never met, but I'm the reason you're here.”

“I see... so you're the one my handler mentioned,” she muses, closing her eyes in thought. “I will have to determine the truth of matters for myself.”
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>>2598388
And my writing is starting to slip, so it's time to wrap things up for the weekend. Archive, Twitter, and Discord are all where they always are, if you need a link to any of those things ask and ye shall receive... when I'm awake again.

Thanks for playing, and hope to see you all back next weekend!
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>>2598393
Thank you for the run. So what drunken shenanigans did noel do in the night?
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>>2598422
Claymores don't get drunk. But they can get dehydrated if they're not careful, meaning they can get hangovers.
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>>2599775
Darn yoma livers.
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>>2599842
All of the regret for none of the fun.

Never found being drunk 'fun' myself.
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>>2601155
Clearly you haven't gotten drunk with the right people
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>>2601155
Don't suppose we're getting a surprise update are we?
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>>2601155
Thats cuz ur drinking alone
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>>2601258
Nope. Back on a normal schedule now.
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I'm really happy to see a Claymore quest, and I realize that this isn't the canon island, but there has already been a huge departure from canon with the swords.

In the canon it is pointed out that the swords wielded by claymores are virtually unbreakable and probably made with metallurgy techniques that require technology and knowhow that simply does not exist broadly, if at all, in the lands covered during the story.

This isn't up for debate or interpretation: it's a major plot point.

So is this deviation unintentional or was it planned?
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And my apologies if this has been addressed before.
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>>2609675
While I occasionally make mistakes, this isn't one of those occasions. Noel has no idea how Saria's sword broke but there IS an explanation.
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>>2609675
well the whole thing with the blacksmith is just us reforging/refitting the cross-guard of the claymore, not the actual blade itself. The blade itself we can reasonably assume is indestructable. As for how Saria's blade broke. Recall her signature move: "Earthbreaker" which amounts to smashing the sword against the ground so hard it leaves a crater. A blade may be the hardest and sharpest tool in the shed, but repeated rock/flesh smashing with Earthbreakers without maintenance would logically lead to inevitable structure failure.
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>>2609935
Probably with the flat side of the blade too.
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>>2609935
In the series, there are plenty of claymores who swing hard enough to leave craters, and they also use their swords on things much harder than the ground, like certain ABs, and never once do their swords so much as chip.

Hopefully, queen has got a better explanation than that lined up.




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