>>2777984
2nd opinion

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>>2778009

The three men eventually come to a conclusion. Whatever these things are, they seem to bleed as much as humans do. So a few warriors will deter them from bothering our woodworkers. The eldest warrior says that 5 men would be needed at all times to watch over the peasants working the treelines. Reducing potential scouting parties to the ten remaining men.

With that matter settled, a few weeks come to pass, eventually leading into late spring. Most of the arable lands have been taken care of, no incidents have been reported in the woodworking area, and the soldiers who came back from the woods sick have recovered. From the southern dirt road, a large party of people can be spotted, they number 26 in total and are accompanied by the same number of adult weredogs.

They are hailed and their leaders express their desire to speak with the rulers of this tribe, so they are led to the hut of the Patriarchs. The leaders of the party are tall, tough and full of scars. They explain that they are the Woolve Clan, and that they've heard of the proposition for wardog tamers. A couple from the Woolve Clan are willing to stay in the Tribe so long as they recieve a roof to live under and weredogs to tame. In exchange, they request 10 weredog puppies. The patriarchs must choose.
>Accept the demands and prepare housing for the couple.
>Haggle with the tamers, give away 6 puppies instead.
>Refuse the trade.

>>2778064
>Haggle
We're a republic time to put our haggling skills into action. I'm willing to give away 8

>>2778070
Alright, roll me 1d100. Three tries. You can retry if no one else is around.

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>2778104
Please don't fail.

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>2778127
Wtf man

>>2778127
>>2778135
One of ya give me a reroll.

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>2778142
That don't be needed

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Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>2778149
Good to see you, brother.

>>2778127
>>2778135
The patriarchs feel that they have no need to give away so many of the puppies, the animals will easily be fed with kibble and those that can't be fed can be sold away for gold. They haggle with the leader of the Woolve clan, citing the youth and lack of experience of the couple settling into the tribe. Eventually, the Woolve clan leader accepts the offer, and recieves his 6 puppies. The couple from the Woolve clan present themselves on the next day, after saying their goodbyes to their families. The man sports a shaven head and a small beard, while the woman has her hair short and scraggly.

The two of them settle nearby the kennels, and spend most of their time taming the weredogs, the female first, then the puppies. They say the process could take all the way from a month to a year, depending on how receptive the weredogs are. The puppies will take a full year to mature, they also mention that them being from the same pack might cause inbreeding, giving them poor fertility.

The patriarchs consider the weredog issue to be taken care of, now a new path of activity could be taken. Considering that the warmth of summer approaches, it could be a good time to concentrate on external activities, but the tribe is still young, concentrating further on domestic matters could help.

Choose a path to undertake:
>Diplomacy, come to know our neighbours.
>Domestic, develop our tribe.
>External, continue our exploration of the area surrounding our home.

>>2778177
A strong base makes for a stable future
>Domestic, develop our tribe

>>2778177
>Domestic, develop the tribe

>>2778195
>>2778209
It is not yet time to open ourselves to the world, we must first focus inward. There are various paths to undertake, but there is only time for one during the summer.

>Develop our farmlands. Install proper fences, delimit areas owned by each clan, get rid of pests.
>Develop our woodcutting industry. Make proper sheds and trade for better tools.
>Construct a bridge to more easily cross the river that heads to the ancient city.
>Develop our goat and sheep pastures further. Make proper enclosures, ask for the tamer weredogs to be trained as herders.
>Make a proper, well built kennel for the weredogs.
>Other [Write in]

>>2778304
>>Develop our farmlands. Install proper fences, delimit areas owned by each clan, get rid of pests.

>>2778388
+1

>>2778304
>Develop our farmlands. Install proper fences, delimit areas owned by each clan, get rid of pests.

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>>2778388
>>2778394
>>2778426
The summer project was decided. All capable hands would give some time to setting up proper fences, small stone walls, and the making of proper agricultural tools.

The peasants were delighted that the farmlands recieved such care, and morale rose all around the tribe. The first half of summer was merry, and even a small festival was made, bringing in some visitors form nearby villages.

The warriors of the tribe came with a petition to continue exploring the city, and recover the stash that the first scouts left off. Five young men have offered themselves to go, their morale is high.

>It is a ripe time for an expedition, let us go.
>We mustn't risk it, the shadow god ruling the city might be angered.

>>2778442
>>It is a ripe time for an expedition, let us go.

>>2778442

Oh god, the young are going to do something stupid arent they.

>It is a ripe time for an expedition, let us go.

But the stash only, no heroes !

>>2778442
It is a ripe time for an expedition

>>2778474
>>2778550
>>2778572
Expedition it is then. I'll continue tomorrow around the same hour. See ya boys then. Have a good day/night.

>>2777984
>Situational sheet: https://pastebin.com/RgCXQsfj (unembed)
> - 1 Untrained Weredog Mother, 20 Untrained Weredog Puppies
>Discord: https://discord.gg/kJyKSzC (Used for QM to player communication and warning of future threads. Can be dead for weeks due to QM being busy, just stay in there if you want info on next threads and keep mentions unmuted.)
Oh hey, so this quest isn't dead? How many weeks has it been, 3?

>>2778550
+1

>>2778635
Around 3 or 4 yes. I'd rather write when I'm a comfortable enough situation to do so, haven't been in one until now.

>>2778442
>>Is it ripe time for an expedition

>>2778442
>>It is a ripe time for an expedition, let us go.

almost missed this, glaad to see you back

>>2778442
>Pick it while it's ripe

>>2778442
>Pick it while it's ripe

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The five are allowed to go onto their expedition. They swiftly pack up their gear, taking supplies to help bring back whatever great loot they may find in the city.

They are counselled by the elders, who mention to put caution over bravery. They must return.

At this time of summer, it takes longer to find a good spot to cross the river, some fishermen mention one a good walk north. When they reach it, the warriors see some strange folks enjoying a swim in the calmer current. As soon as the warriors are spotted, the young men head back to their clothes and pick up their gear. Intricate white shirts with grey jackets and strange cloth caps.

The strangers all sport short blonde hair, and most noticeably, beards of various lengths. The man with the longest beard, who seems to be the eldest, dresses himself and orders the rest to do so as well. They eye you warily as they pick up some sort of long, well crafted knives.

>Greet them, see if they speak our language.
>Attack and capture them, we must know who they are.
>Ignore them and continue on our way. We're not here for this.

>>2779518
>>Greet them, see if they speak our language.

>>2779518
>Greet them

>>2779518
>>Greet them, see if they speak our language.

>>2779521
>>2779525
>>2779531
The leader of your band greets the man who seems to lead the other band, to no response. The men of grey uniforms begin backing away, constantly facing you, short sword in hand.

The young warriors assume a wary stance, wondering if these men will attack or not. Worried looks are exchanged, and saliva is swallowed.

>Lay down arms, attempt to imply that we wish them no harm.
>Attack and capture them, we must know who they are.
>Get in formation and pass by, we've no time to waste with madmen.

>>2779563
only the one leading lays down his arm, raises a hand and greets. Let's see if we understand each other

>>2779575
+1

>>2779575
+1

>>2779575
+1

>>2779575
+1

Lets see how it ends.

(Sorry about the long pauses, got some shit going down)

The leader of the small party, a man barely into his late 20s, steps forward and lays down his sword, still sheathed. The blonde youngsters look at him, with various degrees of cautiousness, some with curiosity. Their answer comes with their leader sheathing his knife. He then signals to the rest of his men, who promptly begin to march towards the north, following the river. After that, he bellows from his side of the river.

"Peace, we leave at once. We have nothing to discuss with you." He says, he is firm, staring at you. Then he begins walking away, following his band.

There is incredulity in the eyes of the young warriors. These lads seemed too reclusive to be from one of the villages of the south, and never had they seen a people so uniform in their apparel and hairstyle. No matter, if they had no wish to speak, then there was no way to make them speak. One of the warriors proposed a plan to follow them without being noticed, but others said it was too brash, and that they shouldn't spur the ire of their elders.

>Follow the strange golden haired group.
>Continue on our way to the city.

>>2779735
>>Continue on our way to the city.
It'll make a bad impression if we follow them, and I'm sure they have lookouts to tell them if people are following them

>>2779735
>>Follow the strange golden haired group.

they may know about something we don't

>>2779735
Follow the cunts

>>2779749
+1. Make sure to take >>2779742 into consideration.

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>2779749
>>2779826
>>2779834
And so we follow, roll me 5d100, best of 3.

Rolled 3, 20, 45, 24, 89 = 181 (5d100)

>>2779847

Rolled 8, 94, 25, 35, 90 = 252 (5d100)

>>2779847

>Continue on our way to the city
I don't want to be fucking shancked by these poeple

Rolled 19, 16, 45, 18, 97 = 195 (5d100)

>>2779847

>>2779847
Is it better or worse that we roll more in this occasion?

>>2779876
I think the 5 is for how many troops we have. So each roll how good they are at sheath?

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While two of you warriors can get into perfectly hidden position, the other 3 get easily spotted by the blonde men. Their leader confronts the three of your men. He seems to be in a deep anger. Suddenly, catching your readied men offguard, small bolts of lightning begin emanating from the eyes of the leader of the few as he yells in anger, asking for your men's intentions and the if they know the meaning of honor.

The 4 blonde youngsters who were sent off earlier quickly unsheathe their weapons and come to confront your men while attempting to calm down their leader, who seems to be entering some sort of trance-like state. "Don't do this Loodevig!" the leader of your band can overhear.

Your three men who were revealed are, of course, kind of shitting their pants at the moment.

>Reveal the last two men, try to defuse the situation, claim we were simply observing them.
>Confront and capture these bastards, we must know who they are. We will use our stealthed men to our advantage.
>Run away, this may be a fight we can not win.

>>2779887
>Suddenly, catching your readied men offguard, small bolts of lightning begin emanating from the eyes of the leader of the few as he yells in anger,
Well, that's new.

>>2779887
>Run away

>>2779887
>bail

We were curious and now we are not anymore

>>2779887
>>Run away, this may be a fight we can not win.

>>2779887
>>Reveal the last two men, try to defuse the situation, claim we were simply observing them.
Got really curious on who the strange people are. Youth.
>Run away, this may be a fight we can not win.
>>2779882
So it was, as I suspected. At least now we know we should bring fewer people on stealth missions next time.

Rolled 98 (1d100)

Time to run, roll 5d100, best of three.

Pray

Rolled 39, 68, 29, 68, 90 = 294 (5d100)

>>2779945
Beating a 98 or is that good for us?

Rolled 74, 17, 37, 76, 95 = 299 (5d100)

>>2779945

Rolled 17, 5, 94, 6, 84 = 206 (5d100)

>>2779945

>>2779973
>>2779958
>>2779948
74, 68, 94, 76, 95
Much better than our past rolls

Rolled 60, 28, 93, 3, 50 = 234 (5d100)

>>2779945

>>2779983
Thank you for doing the dirty work.

The sight of a man displaying lightning through his eyes is a frightening one, no matter who you are. The men take up their flight response with no qualms and begin running. In the distance, no other sounds can be heard outside of the goldhaired men's voices. It seems the lightning man is not pursuing.

After a long run, the band returns to the spot of the river where they encountered the strangers. A few minutes to breathe and off they go to the city. They laugh and joke about what happened, some of the most superstitious say that the man was a thunder god. No matter, it's far away now.

Reaching into the city, as always, they pass by the weredog lair in the residential boroughs, eventually reaching back to the commercial area. All's quiet. The young warriors wander into the mall where the cache was left abandoned and thankfully, it is still there and in one piece.

As before, a large main street heads further into the city, with more of the ancient concrete buildings, some destroyed, some picked clean. There are still the paths that go through smaller streets and alleyways, which could provide a sneakier approach. No signs of the Shadow Walker, as it came to be known. Some fear seems to seep into the men knowing that the Shadow walked this very ground, but they make sure not to show it.

>Head through the main street and find locations worthy of a scavenging run.
>Go through the smaller alleyways, see if the smaller homes there hold some valuable trinket.

>>2780026
>>Go through the smaller alleyways, see if the smaller homes there hold some valuable trinket
.
After that lighting god encounter, let's just go with the same route since the cache already has some good loot

>>2780026
>>Go through the smaller alleyways, see if the smaller homes there hold some valuable trinket.

>>2780031
+1

Right then, give me 5d100 rolls, three tries.

Rolled 7, 49, 9, 54, 44 = 163 (5d100)

>>2780076
What happens in a nat 100?

Rolled 70, 95, 33, 64, 78 = 340 (5d100)

>>2780076

Rolled 44, 53, 66, 84, 54 = 301 (5d100)

>>2780076

>>2780105
>>2780094
>>2780092
70, 95, 66, 84, 78
Pretty good

Rolled 18, 22, 93, 53, 5 = 191 (5d100)

>>2780076

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After a few hours of scurrying around the alleyways, destroying a few doors, busting into ancient homes now rusted away, your men have found various valuable trinkets. Old ceramics, pottery, strange devices with odd ropes coming out of them, even some well built cages for smaller animals. All which could bring some good price back at home.

The greatest find was by far one made by the youngest of the band. A firearm, made of tough steel and with a handle of wood. These are only heard of in stories by great raiders. He mentions that he found it stashed in some derelict drawer in a bedroom. They are quite pricy back at home, though, as far as they know, no firearm has ever been seen doing its purpose. It will serve as a great enticement to bring new adventurers to the village as well.

Happy with their find, they head back through the alleyways with a filled rucksack that they wish to stash back at the mall. In the last street to reach the mall, they find a horrifying sight. A strange shadow, its contour seemingly buzzing, as if fighting the light it is walking on, blocks their path. It is featureless, apart from two lights emanating from its head, where a man's eyes would be. It's not huge as the Shadow Walker was, but it is more the size of a regular woman.

"Return..." it says. Its voice is more of a screech coupled with static, it says something else, but it can't be discerned. It raises its hand, with constant spasms, and points at the revolver proudly held by your soldier.

"Father... My..." it says. Compared to the anger heard before, now it seems more of a melancholic sound. But still absolutely inhuman. The shadow advances towards your men, seemingly struggling to do so.

Your men take fighting positions, shield to the front and sword unsheathed. The boy holding the gun sheathes it wherever he can and is also ready to battle.

>Try to speak to it. Ask what it is.
>Approach it slowly, get ready to charge at the creature.
>Take a detour in formation, avoid the creature entirely.
>Return the revolver, respect the being's wishes.

>>2780137
>>Take a detour in formation, avoid the creature entirely.
Let's go home with the gun, it's too much of a good found to have this fucker take it from us.

>>2780137
>>Try to speak to it. Ask what it is.


I think if we take it they will just follow us to the village to take it by force

>>2780137
>Take a detour in formation, avoid the creature entirely.

>>2780154
If it follows us, it would be easier to fight, since familiar terrain, and more warriors backhome

>>2780137
>Try to speak to it. Ask what it is.
>>2780154
This, if they are smart enough to talk I don't want to make an enemy out of something we don't know how poeerful it is. I mean, they are shadow, for all we know we can't even hurt them

>>2780161
>>2780154
+1 it better not fight us

The eldest warrior attempts to speak to the creature. He asks it what it is and what it wants. Small beads of sweat begin coming down the forehead of the men.

"I... So long... Years... Please... Give. It. Back." it says. It obviously replied to your warrior. It seems to have a hard time even pronouncing the words. It takes its featureless hands to its equally featureless face, hiding its eyes.

"Stolen... Life... Stolen... Please... God... Heaven-" it continues rambling as it approaches you in small steps, each of them jittery and cripping the men out.

"My... Peace... Give. Back. Or I will... Kill." it says as it stops. Its eyes now uncovered, the light from them shining harder. The men begin feeling sick as they look into it. They take away their eyes. The nauseating feeling of fear overtaking them.

>Fight.
>Flight.
>Say you will return it, but you want something in exchange.
>Return it outright.

>>2780246
>Return it
>Say you will return It, but You want something in return.
Can we return it than ask for something in return?
Maybe a location of some goodies.

>>2780255
Sure you can.

>>2780255
this is good

we give back, can you give us something too?

>>2780137
>>2780246
I don't know why, but this creature reminds me of No-Face from one of Studio Ghibli's movies.

>>2780255
Since the creature seems to understand your speech, your men decide to establish negotiations, as any good man from your tribe would. You offer it the revolver, as the light in the creature's eyes recedes, you ask it if it can give anything in return for your tribute.

With a clearer voice, it responds. "God. Shall hear of it." The static is still heard, but the voice behind seems calmer. The men can tell that it sounds like a woman's voice. "Please. Return."

The man with the revolver looks at the eldest, the leader, waiting for his decision.

>Accept the deal.
>Ask for something more tangible.
>It's slow looking, run back home with what we've got, making sure that it can't see where we're going.

>>2780246
>Return it outright.

We've overstayed our welcome. Better not provoke this entity. For all we know it can kill us in a split second without knowing.

>>2780412
Welp, bit late to the party.

>>2780408
>Accept the deal.

This ... thing ... is dangerous. Even if it just a harmless spirit of a soul lost in the apocalypse.

>>2780408
>Accept the deal
Maybe this "God" is the big shadow man we met, and we can be at least non hostile when we encounter him again.

>>2780408
>>Accept the deal.

>>2780422
if we can explore freely that would be great

The leader of the band nods, he signals to the younger to return the revolver. The young man takes a long, hard look at the revolver. He then lays it on the ground and kicks it towards the shadow. The shadow does the motion to pick up the revolver, but instead of picking it up, it seems to be swallowed into its body. "My... Thanks." it says, and a beam of light engulfs the whole being, blinding your men. When they can take a look at it again, they see it disappeared.

Swords and sheathed and shields are strung, while they pack up all other things they found. Some of the men seem sad about the result of the ordeal, firearms are precious and most of all prestigious. The eldest believe it was the wiser move, so as to not anger the creature.

As they return to the mall, they find that they have enough stuff for two people to carry. There's five in the band.

>Continue scavenging, this time down the main road.
>Call it a day and return home, let's not risk angering something else.

>>2780517
>Continue scavenging
We're going to find another revolver

>>2780517
>>Continue scavenging, this time down the main road.

I assume based on our deal that it's mostly safe to do it now

>>2780517
>>>Continue scavenging, this time down the main road.

>>2780526
>>2780564
>>2780612
So we continue.

I'll be back tomorrow, around the same hour. Gg my friends, see you tomorrow.

>>2780680
see ya

Some pretty exciting stuff my guy.

>>2780680
OP are you running today?

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>>2781707
Thank you.

>>2782351
Yes.

The band gathers after a short rest, finding the shadow, though terrifying at first, now seemed more like an exciting story that could be told around the village. Filled with courage, they decide to step up and continue the scavenging run.

They pick their arms and shields and begin their walk down the main road. Various large buildings are here, most seem like shops, some larger, some smaller, but all could house relatively useful items for the tribe. Thankfully, it seems there is still no sign of activity around the area.

Time to roll, 5d100, three tries.

Rolled 51, 8, 98, 7, 61 = 225 (5d100)

>>2782370
Time to nat

Rolled 97, 89, 33, 4, 15 = 238 (5d100)

>>2782370

Rolled 30, 19, 60, 77, 12 = 198 (5d100)

>>2782370

>>2782382
>>2782381
>>2782375
97, 89, 98, 77, 61
Pretty good, 2 rolls over 95.

>>2782375
>>2782381
>>2782382
Treading through the derelict buildings, it seems most of them dealt with items that long expired their usefulness. Nevertheless, the art drawn upon them, bearing the name of the great families who produced the items, still persists and could fetch a good price. At some point, two of the men come to a great find within one of the buildings. A large circular door of steel broken down with age, and behind a door within the room it protected. Books.

Though fragile and brittle, the books seem to have been kept safe with great care. The eldest remarks that even with that much care, it should be pretty much impossible for paper, even the paper of the ancients, to be in this good of a state.

Even then, these books hold the secrets of the ancients. From them you can extract knowledge that would allow the deciphering of the ancient tongues, then the knowledge contained within them. Not that anyone in the tribe could possibly do that, but it would fetch a grand price from the right merchant.

>Take the books. Carefully not to break them, and bring them to the stash.
>Leave the books for now. It might be another shadow's precious item.

>>2782426
>>Take the books. Carefully not to break them, and bring them to the stash.

>>2782426
>>Take the books. Carefully not to break them, and bring them to the stash.


if another shadow appears we begrudgingly take it back again hehe

>>2782426
>Take the books

So guys we should try to bring someone that can decipher this ancient language rather than selling the books

>>2782540
agreed

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>>2782433
>>2782445
>>2782452
As they fetch the books, the warriors are anticipating something terrible and horrifying to happen. Yet nothing does. They finish stacking the books carefully then cautiously pick up the rucksack they are in and lead it outside. They await for something bad to happen again. Nothing. The other warriors come to check their finds, they have found little more than the usual baubles, but are wide eyed when they see the stack of books in the sack.

As they return, one of them checks behind, this time his widened eyes correspond more to fear. In the distance is the gigantic bipedal shadow. Larger than the first time it was met. Sitting cross legged in the road to the city. It seems to be watching over the men, its eyes shining. It is unmoving, simply observing the party at this great distance.

>Continue on our way til it moves.
>Stop and try to converse with it.
>Leave the books back where they were.

>>2782552
>>Continue on our way til it moves.
If he wants to stop us, he'll be moving to us or trying to talk with us. I think we're safe in just returning home with our loot

>>2782552
>>Continue on our way til it moves.

>>2782552
>Continue on our way

>>2782562
>>2782584
>>2782597
The men continue walking, constantly eyeing the shadow for any suspicious movement. It jitters and has spasms, but in place. It shows no sign of movement.

As they reached the mall, they stash up and find that they have enough stuff to put on 3 men. Two remain on the lookout outside for strange movements from the beast, which remains still.

>Continue exploring the city outskirts, go deeper into the alleyways.
>Pack up and leave, we're done here.

>>2782653
>Pack up and leave, we're done here.
Let's go, the books were a great haul

>>2782653
>>Pack up and leave, we're done here.

>>2782653
>Pack up and leave, we're done here

>>2782653
>pack up
Can only go downhill from here, better leave while everything is still good

>>2782654
>>2782658
>>2782667
>>2782668
The men begin packing up everything. Three of them need both of their hands to keep the rucksacks steady. The one man with the books can't afford to throw it if a sudden fight were to come either. As they leave the mall and rejoin with the other two, they take a last look at the shadow, which remains still and seated. A wind begins flaring up, even throwing their hair back and making leaves and dust fly. The wind comes from the shadow.

"My... Children..." the very wind seems to whisper into their ears. A calming and sleep-inducing feeling begins overtaking the men, it's as if it came from the voice of the wind. They can barely move and their legs feel like they're failing. They consider sitting down for a bit longer. The shadow starts getting up.

"I pardon... Your sins." the wind now says, the shadow begins walking, slowly, towards the warriors. The men barely have any strength to move, the eldest must make a decision in his last moment of clarity of mind.

>Hide in the mall.
>Run.
>Attempt to talk to the shadow. What would you say?

>>2782710
>Attempt to talk
"Are you doing this to us? Making us sleepy? Could you please stop this, we neither mean you harm nor offence as we have demonstrated earlier. What ever we may have done to prompt this behavior, it was unintentional. Please allow us to talk this over to reach a mutually beneficial conclusion. If this is no attack and you mean us no harm then please continue, we trust in your good intentions."

>>2782739
+1

>>2782710
>Talk with the shadow

What...are our sins?

How did we offend you?

>>2782739
>>2782743
+1

>>2782743
>>2782739
+2

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As you talk to it, a laugh begins echoing in the wind. Soft, motherly, endearing even. It is hipnotyzing, the youngest men begin softly laying down on the ground, as if to sleep. Meanwhile, the shadow continues on its slow treck towards you.

The eldest begins falling down, and he asks what the sins of your people are, and how you offended it. The Shadow's laugh seems louder in his ears, now sounding like an old gruff man's voice, calming, fatherly.

"My children... So... Logical..." it says. "Feel... My... Embrace... Feel... Love...". The wind smooths over, caressing all of the men gently.

As the last sentence is spoken, the feeling of sleepiness amplifies.

>Continue talking. What would you say?
>Pray for the Shadow Walker's mercy.
>Pick everything up and run.
>Hide in the mall.
>Fight.

>>2782824
>>Fight.
>>Hide in the mall.

>>2782824
>Hide in the mall.

>>2782824
>>Pray for the Shadow Walker's mercy.
the others are down already right? it's just the elder up?

>>2782824
>hide in the mall

>>2782858
>the others are down already right? it's just the elder up?
They're laying down but still awake.

>>2782842
>>2782848
>>2782861
Right then. Roll me 5d100 to resist the sleepiness. Best of three.

Rolled 53, 22, 95, 21, 60 = 251 (5d100)

>>2782947

Rolled 2, 16, 19, 69, 72 = 178 (5d100)

>>2782947

Rolled 59, 66, 44, 44, 45 = 258 (5d100)

>>2782947

>>2782975
>>2782969
>>2782953
59, 66, 95, 69, 72

The urge to lay down and rest is almost irresistible. Almost. The leader of the band can muster the will to head inside the mall, closing the entrance as he can while his comrades lay down to sleep helplessly. The wind can no longer hit him, and he starts regaining his faculties.

A few extremely stressful seconds go by as the leader begins realizing what is going on. Not knowing if his comrades are dead, cornered in a derelict building, the stashes laying outside. He is barely 25 and the fear of death is overtaking him. Slowly, a static sounds begins creeping up outside. Never had he felt his heart beating this fast. Courage begins retaking him as he thinks of his fallen comrades, he does not wish to see them die while he stands safely behind a door, yet terror still grips his mind.

From outside, he now hears the static worryingly close, it's mixed in with small thumps, which sound like footsteps.

>Go out, confront the beast face to face, if it wishes to take someone, let it be him.
>Talk and reason with the beast from your safe spot.
>Remain hidden and quiet, nothing can be done.
>Write in.

>>2783016
>Go out, confront the beast face to face, if it wishes to take someone, let it be him.
Time for the leader to be the hero the young lads need.

>>2783016
>Go out, confront the beast face to face, if it wishes to take someone, let it be him.


here's the future leader of the tribe....if he survives of course

>>2783016
>Go out, confront the breast face to face, if it wishes to take someone, let it be him

>>2783016
>go out

Damn, I was hoping the shadow people would leave us alone after the peace offering

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The eldest knows that it is his duty to protect the young. If they die here and he survives, how could he ever face his folk back at home? How could he call himself a man? He unsheathes his sword and unslings his shield. If he lives, tales would be told of him, if he dies, at least he'll have died like a brave man.

A few more seconds to convince himself and he opens the door wide, shield first, sword at the ready, as he approaches the shadow beast which grows ever closer. The beast comes to a halt, its eyes shining greatly for a second when his sight goes over to the eldest. A few tense seconds come to pass while the warrior comes closer to it and steps in front of his comrades. The wind is gone, its sleepy touch lost.

"Fight me!" the man says as he hits his shield with his sword. "Leave them and fight me!" The beast's stare does not tell of its emotions, if it feels any that is. But the beast remaining in a halt and watching the man bash his shield might indicate surprise.

As the man grits his teeth for the coming, probably unwinnable battle, a great laugh emanates from the beast. Static and broken, torn by power untold. It laughs and laughs. The eldest feels fear yet he bites down into it even more.

"Fight..." the beast says. "Me!" it bellows in its horrifying voice. It assumes a fighting position like that of a beast.

>Charge and attack its leg.
>Wait for it to move.
>Pray.

>>2783145
>Charge and attack its leg.
>Pray

>>2783160
Yup

>>2783160
This

>>2783160
yeah

Rolled 46 (1d100)

Alright, roll me 1d100, best of three.

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>2783212

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>2783212

Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>2783212

>>2783229
>>2783220
clutch anons saving my skin

>>2783229
The young man bashes his shield one last time, taking in a deep breath and rushing towards the shadow. Again, the shadow seems to stay still in surprise. The man approaches, the static sound encroaching all around him, and ominous feeling of death surrounding him. Yet he persists and slashes the leg of the silhouette.

Nothing. In fact, his expectation to hit something solid even betrayed him and he nearly lost his footing. It was like slashing some sort of dense air. Again, the Shadow roars a mighty laugh.

"Brave... So... Brave... My... Child..." It says, it then turns back and swings an arm down to the warrior, who deftly avoids it. The fist hits the ground and does it no harm, its shape even adapts like water hitting the ground.

"Interesting..." It says pausedly. "Face... Death..." the shadow seems to emanate a pulse from his body, a circular gust of force pushing the warrior back with great strength.

Roll me a 1d100, three tries.

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>2783274

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>2783274
Come on dice gods help us out

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>2783274

>>2783297
>>2783283
Damn 53 Dubs

>>2783286
81 and double 53, hope it's enough

>>2783301
That's some divine intervention kind of rolls

The attempts to resist the gush of wind are futile, the warrior is slowly sent flying. Thankfully, with some good footwork, he is able to remain standing and facing the monster. The beast turns to face him as distance is closed, its eyes glowing a small but strong white light.

The tribal warrior bashes his shield once more. He mutters a prayer, asking for the help of his ancestors. There will not be many more strikes, he is fatigued from roaming around the city, the pulse of air felt like it did some damage, his armor seems to weight twice as much now. No time to uselessly attack the shadow's limbs.

>Attack, jump and go for the torso, where the heard should be.
>Attack, jump and go for its eyes.
>Defend and counterattack.
>Run.

>>2783319
>>Attack, jump and go for its eyes.

>>2783319
>>Attack, jump and go for its eyes.
the only thing that is different on it's body

>>2783319
>>Attack, jump and go for it's eyes

Fuck its eyes.

Roll me a 1d100, three tries.

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>2783345

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>2783345

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>2783345

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>2783348
Alright.

damn, I hope elder doesn't die, he is a badass

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>2783372
What does that mean?

>>2783379
it rolled lower than us at least, maybe elder didn't die

The leader realizes that it's do or die. Not knowing if the shadow can grow tired, the disadvantages will simply pile upon him and the shadow's strength will pummel him eventually. The only apparent weak spot are its eyes, who knows if they actually are. It's time for a gamble. He prepares for one last attack, taking position for a charge.

Meanwhile, the shadow awaits. Looking at the warrior with its intense gaze. The warrior then blasts off into a run. The creature, expecting a low blow, times a good sweep for when the warrior should come. But he doesn't.

The beast looks up in surprise to see the exhausted warrior in the air, flying towards him. His visage shows how great of an effort he is making. All of his strength sapped by the jump, he weakly slashes at the beast's throat, unable to reach its eyes. As he lands again, the warrior can barely stand. He landed on his knees, with his leather greaves absorbing part of the impact, but his fatigue gets the better of him, and he remains in that position.

The beast looks down at the warrior, both are still and unmoving. The eldest can feel his mind fade into unconsciousness. His eyes droopy, sweating like a madman, all he can see is his sword and his shield in his hands, then the beast's feet right infront of him.

>Fight.
>Let go.

>>2783413
>>Fight.


weakly scrap the sword on the floor...

>>2783413
>Fight

>>2783413
>>Fight.

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>2783429
>>2783438
>>2783444
Roll 1d100, three tries.

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>2783452

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>2783452

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>2783452
what's up with our shit rolls

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>2783467
RIP

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>>2783467
>>2783473
Lol


The warrior can not stand, slowly, his mind drifts into nothingness. His eyes barely open, the static now nothing more than a small buzzing as his senses cease to function. All he can see is the beast backing up. It seemingly says a few words, but he hears nothing more than a muffled, louder static, finally, he sees it raising its arm to deal the final blow. He closes his eyes, an excruciating pain overcomes him, then nothing.

The four others slowly wake up, aching all over from the terrible positions they took for their windy nap. As they rise, they check for the rucksacks, all are there. They check each of them, everything is there. Even the books, to their surprise. They question each other, wondering if what happened was even real at all or if the heat had simply gotten to them. Their answer is an easy guess, as they spot their leader lying on the ground, roughed up from the fight.

They run towards him, checking for breathing or at least a pulse. It is there, weak, but it is there. They all sigh in relief and sit down to rest their hurt bodies while one gives the fallen man some well earned water. The youngster serving the water mentions something.

"I never noticed the tattoo on his hands."

Wide eyed, everyone checks it, no one remembers any tattoo or even any sort of ritual drawing. The strange circular shapes aren't removed by water, and seem etched into the skin.

>Bring him into the mall. We patch him up and rest until he is in a better condition.
>We'll patch him up then hoist him up and go home. Bring the loot with us.

>>2783511
>We'll patch him up then hoist him up and go home. Bring the loot with us.
Our time here is done, it's time to go

>>2783511
>"We'll patch him up then hoist him up and go home bring the loot with us

>>2783511
>>We'll patch him up then hoist him up and go home. Bring the loot with us.

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Home will have better medicine to fix broken bones and treat his open wounds. A few minutes of preparation and off to marching they are. The trip drags on, the sun scorches, fatigue had set in, and their bodies ached, but the eldest had to be saved. As they closed in on the river, they made a short stop to refresh themselves. It was then that the eldest opened his eyes.

One of the warriors approached him, asking how he was. The eldest shook his head a little and with a parched throat, he claimed he was fine and that he expected a mansion to himself back in the tribe. To the eldest's surprise, the man was looking at him with an odd stare.

"I didn't remember your eyes being green." he says.

The eldest laughs it off. "They're brown, go joke somewhere else."

But the rest back up the claim. The eldest's eyes are green now. He shrugs them off, telling them it's no time for antics as he drags himself to check his reflection on the water. They're green.

He touches his face and sees that the reflection is well and truly his. Then he sees the marks in his hands. He begins to feel fear. What did the beast do to him. He looks back to see his comrades backing up from him. Then he notices, a barrier of wind is moving around his body, forming shapes with the leaves. He tries to move out of it, and the gust of wind adapts to let his hand through the barrier. He jumps back in fear, thinking the shadow has pursued them, and the wind barrier explodes outwards, the shockwave making the cap of one of his comrades fly off. As he concentrates and moves his hands, he realizes that the wind flows according to his sweeps. As the situation is defused, the eldest finally regains some control over himself and the rest approach him. Best head home and try to see what is going on.

One of the tribe is a Hero. Rodrick Broder, son of Ullader, is now one with the wind.

---Session end---

Continues tomorrow at the same hour, more or less.

>>2783635
>One of the tribe is a Hero. Rodrick Broder, son of Ullader, is now one with the wind.
Nice Shit OP
That's the type of guy I want to lead the tribe

>>2783635
Thanks op, see ya

>>2783646
This, the elder is a badass son of a [wind]

Hello everyone, session should start in an hour, more or less. Will most likely be in a new thread that I'll link here.

This thread has been archived. See ya boys in an hour.

>>2785916
New thread.