Arriving back at Celeste after a journey lasting a few weeks, Henry has quickly settled back into his new life, while Charles tries his best to adapt to his new circumstances. The little bits of rest and relaxation have been sorely needed by Henry, and with Ophelia and Johnny to soon return, a few preparations are needed, mainly, furniture and other supplies. Right now Henry and Charles have met with Duncan to thank him for his help and to regale upon him their tales of survival and almost heroism. Quest rules:1. All dice rolled are assumed to be D100 unless otherwise stated2. In most situations, only the first two dice rolls will be counted, if the threads become more popular this may be changed. This choice ultimately falls to the Lorekeeper, odd circumstances may cause him to overlook this rule (a ton of crits later down the chain for instance)3. All dice rolls are final4. Critical fails are considered to be between 1-5, Critical hits are between 95-100. Crits overpower any other roll except another crit. In the rare chance that a crit fail and crit success happen. The Lorekeeper will do something interesting from a story angle. Similarly, rolling 2 of the same number will be considered a MEGA crit, just pray its two high numbers. 5. Near misses may occur, where a rolled number is close to the required threshold, whether over or under. This can have an impact on how the story proceeds. However these are up to the decision of the Lorekeeper.6. Sometimes there are optional choices one may participate in, these will generally NOT be taken unless there are multiple posters who wish it, assuming there are multiple posters in the thread7. There are often times choices with multiple parts, each part is counted separately, unless otherwise stated, sometimes rolls will be required before counting the second, third, etc, part8. There will be “Time Limited” decisions, in which characters may only do a set number of actions, these will be clearly marked. Generally you will only be able to choose one decision per ‘round’.9. Interviews: Interviews will generally be a freeform set of questions that the readers have to ask the person they are interviewing. No hand holding here, I will purposefully leave up wrong answers or decisions, although for the most part careful readers will be able to tease these out. 10. Rules may be subject to change between threads, but will not change during the same thread. These rules are what we will follow for the remainder of this thread.Archived Threads + Sidequests: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Necromancer+Detective+QuestDiscord (Meet the Loremaster himself, and get live updates and all that jazz): https://discord.gg/5sZYkz9 (HIGHLY RECOMMENDED)Main Character Spell List: https://pastebin.com/PHc7TmBNEquipment Listhttps://pastebin.com/w7WUxyK6
>>2914434“He’s the royal heir. That’s why we had to leave so quickly.” Henry said.Charles nervously glanced around, but Henry waved him off. Duncan wasn’t one to go spilling secrets, even if he seemed the type.Duncan began to laugh before realizing that Henry was entirely serious. He finally turned to face the two of them, and took turns looking from Charles to Henry, and back to Charles again.“For the first time in my life I have nothing to say.” Duncan said. “How’d you even?”“Found the kid running from a rat, went right past my workshop.” Henry said. “Bit funny now, looking back at it.”“I didn’t find it funny.” Charles muttered.“What’re the odds of that? Outta all of the sewers… god’s gotta be sending ya a message mate!” Duncan said, half joking.“Just dumb luck Duncan, even dumber since I decided to help him.”“So you do have a heart in there somewhere, or is this some stupid plan of yers?”“I ain’t dumb enough to go messing with the nobility.” Henry said. “Ain’t my place, ain’t my sorta thing.”“Well didn’t you mess with the baron back in Yorkshire Proper?” Charles asked.Henry chose not to respond to that.
>>2914437+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++Charles looked down at his honeyed chicken before gingerly taking a bite out of it. It tasted amazing, so much better than most of the scraps he’d had to live off, and still a good deal better than what most of the servants gave him. He savored it, even though he’d been eating like this for a little while, since Henry had found him, Charles still worried the floor would get pulled out from under him, and he’d be left completely by himself. His thoughts were interrupted by Henry regaling Duncan with a tale of their travels.“So there I was, facing the mighty beast!” Henry said, swinging his arms around for emphasis. It was right outside the very cabin we arrived at. The battle was hard fought, and the ghiests I summoned were cut down like wheat, but in the end I proved victorious!” Decisions:1. “That’s not what happened…” 2. *say nothing*3. “The cabin got trashed though.” 4. *add to the story* (write in)
>>2914493>2. *say nothing*Give him the look of>Oh really.And if Duncan looks at us, give him the look of >Look at this guy
>>2914493>your basically in a tavern with duncan and Henry right now, getting food as Henry tells Duncan about their daring 'adventures'
>>2914499>>2914510will write as soon as my head stops pounding
>>2914493Charles said nothing, merely giving Henry a look of utter disdain as he continued his farcical tale of bravery. He glanced around the pub that Duncan had brought them to, and noticed a few people seemed to be listening with rapt attention.What a bunch of morons. Were people really that easy to fool?He looked back to Duncan who merely gave him a sly grin, raising his eyebrows and nodding at him when he was sure Henry wasn’t looking. Seemed he had Henry pretty well pegged. Henry continued on, explaining his fight with Vive in vivid detail, and the events of Blaise in loving praise. His fight with the nevermore, his brave defeat of an evil necromancer. Etc, etc. Charles sighed, Henry seemed to be truly enjoying himself now. At least he was, Charles absolutely hated the show of it, why didn’t he just tell Duncan exactly what had happened, weren’t they supposed to be friends?Eventually Henry finished, saying they arrived at Yorkshire Proper, sailed back through Grutzberg, and arrived home with no further incidents.Decisions:1. “That’s not what happened at all…”2. “What’s the point of all of this Henry?”3. “It’s not good to lie like this.”4. *say nothing*5. “Come on, didn’t you kill a monster in Grutzberg?!” 6. “We met the Solarch!” 7. (Write in)
>>2914721>7. (Write in)Look at Henry with an incredulous look.>"I'm all for hyperbole, but at least keep it credible. And don't forget the creature at Grutzberg. And meeting the solarch."
>>2914721Backing >>2914801Acting the straight-man noble brat like Charles was meant to is the best thing for this moment. Sure he's developing as a character, but if other people are THIS easy to fool, well...
>>2914842>>2914801will write in the morning!
>>2914721Charles sighed, looking back down at his near finished chicken and then back up to Henry. What a load of shit that story had been. Henry hadn’t even tried to make it seem realistic!“I’m all for hyperbole, but at least keep it credible Henry, and don’t forget about the creature at Grutzberg, or meeting the Solarch.”“The hell’s a hyperbole?” Duncan asked, cutting Henry off before he could respond. “He thinks I’m telling too many tall tales.” Henry said. “Look, we’re all having fun Charles, we’re just having a bit of fun between friends.”“Oh we’re friends now?” Duncan said, laughing a bit. “Alright then I’ll keep that in mind.” “I know Duncan isn’t easy to fool, but everyone else who’s listening in seems to believe you! Are they that easy to trick?” Charles asked, worriedly.Henry looked at him funny for a moment before smiling. “Who the heck cares what a bunch of random people believe?”“Isn’t it dangerous?” Charles asked, “And lying can get you caught!”“People want to be lied to, Charles, as long as it doesn’t hurt them in the end. Everybody wants to get lied to a little bit, if not the church wouldn’t exist, neither would any cult. It’s just human nature, nothing to get angry about.”“You’re just talking nonsense now!” Charles said. “If you say so Charles.” Henry said, digging back into his food.Duncan looked at the two of them, shrugged, and took a swig of his drink.Decisions:1. “Why do you play along Duncan?” 2. “None of what you said makes any sense!”3. “What sort of lies have you told me?!”4. “How can you be so cavalier with the truth?” 5. “Isn’t it dangerous to lie to people?”6. (write in)
>>2917115>6. (write in)Throw arms up in exasperation, then continue eating, seeing as it's not gonna change any of their minds anyway.
>>2917115Backing >>2917121>>291512010:15 at night is "morning" to you?!
>>2917115Charles threw up his arms and slowly sunk his head towards the table, resting on it. He was just about done with both of them. Henry looked at him with a bit of concern. “You need to stop taking everything seriously Charles.” Henry said. “It’s not healthy.”“Oh that’s real easy for you to say.” Charles said. Henry shook his head but said nothing. Charles had been through a lot, and this was probably the first time that he’d really had to think about it. Henry could only emphasize so much, he’d had a long time to think things over, hadn’t he? “So you mentioned something on our way over Henry.” Duncan said, desperately trying to change the subject.“Right, I was wondering if I could borrow your boat sometime, just to take it out onto the lake of course…”“Not a chance in hell.” Duncan said.“Well there’s this girl…” Henry said. “Oh, OOOOH.” Duncan said, laughing heartily. “In that case you’re welcome to, as long as I’m the one who can pilot it, I’d love to see what harlot you managed to snag.”“Shut up Duncan.” Henry said. “It’s not like that at all.” “Didn’t you fall in love with your wife?” Charles asked.“More like fell into her.” Duncan said. “But I suppose your right. I should probably be encouraging you, Henry.” Henry sighed, he’d finished his food and was ready to head out, Ophelia and Johnny would be arriving later in the day, if they’d managed to follow his instructions, so he still had some time to kill.Decisions: (By Henry)1. “I had this amulet…” (show Duncan the red mana charm)2. “Thanks for having us, but we need to get going now.” 3. “I wanted to ask about getting into corpse trading, I think I can snag a good supply of them and you have the experience.” (whisper)4. (write in)Decision: (By Charles)(Optional) 1. Have him do something (write in)
>>2917259>1. “I had this amulet…” (show Duncan the red mana charm)Charles>Order more drinkWhat ever it may be.
>>2917259>1. “I had this amulet…” (show Duncan the red mana charm)
>>2917259>1. “I had this amulet…” (show Duncan the red mana charm)1. Have him do something (write in)Order more black bread and ale.
Rolled 65 + 30 (1d100 + 30)>>2917259>Decision: (By Charles)(Optional)>1. Have him do something (write in)Have him order a hard drink to experiment with. rolling for getting drunk, -30 because he's a kid.
Rolled 36 - 30 (1d100 - 30)>>2917410It'sdice+1d100+-30into the options field. Like this.
>>2917422>>2917410welp he's drunk as all fuck now
Rolled 25 - 30 (1d100 - 30)>>2917410>>2917422SAVE THE KID
>>2917259Duncan called for the bar maid to grab some more ale and black bread, while Henry rummaged through the pouches he’d managed to cobble together and pulled out the red mana charm he’d managed to save from his fight with the two mages. It was a miracle that the thing had survived, and Henry had a hunch that it was also enchanted for strength. “Hey Duncan, what do you think of this?” Henry said.“Now that’s a fine piece, gotta be a couple gold at least.” Duncan said, suddenly all business.Henry handed it over to the man, who began to closely examine it. Duncan even pulled out a magnifying glass. “Excellent craftsmanship but the gem is missing, did you find it like this?”“Yeah sorta.” Henry said.“You looking to fence it?” Duncan asked, his eyes lighting up. The man was a capable fence from what Henry had heard, but honestly he’d just wanted the thing appraised.“No, I’m looking to repair it, I wondered if you had any clues on where I could start.”“Well there’s black alley.” Duncan said, lowering his voice to a whisper.“But they charge a fortune.”“Well a good ruby will be expensive no matter where you get it, and you’d better hope the craftsman knows what he’s doing when you need to use the damned thing.” Duncan said. “Right fine.”Henry sighed, going to grab at his drink before noticing it was far lighter than it should have been. He then noticed that Charles had tumbled off of the bench and onto the ground, and was currently rolling around unable to get up.“Oh for fucks sake Charles, did you drink all of this?!” Henry said, his voice growing angry.“Calm down lad it’s just some booze.” Duncan said. “Plenty more where it came from. Is he alright?”“Let him sit for a bit, will serve him right for stealing.” Henry said, oblivious to the irony of the situation.“Weeeee” Charles said. The boy was slurring his speech and was apparently in his own little world. Decisions:1. *Help the dumbass up*2. “Do you know anyone who won’t charge an arm and a leg to cut a gem? I might be able to save a gold coin if I separate the jobs out.” 3. “Know of anyone needing some detective work done? Got some free time right now.” 4. “So when I was at Blaise I noticed that some of the angelic wards were beginning to fail, normally this is a horrible thing, but it means there will be tons of unprotected corpses waiting to be plucked…” (will ask Duncan to join you in a business venture)5. “Well its been fun, but I gotta run, lemme just grab this moron and bring him home to sober up.”6. “I’m expecting Johnny back later today, I was thinking of holding a bit of a card game to celebrate the successful trip, interested?” (will set up card game event)7. (write in)
>>2920081>7. (write in)Laugh at charles, you can be angry at him once he sobers up.Also2. “Do you know anyone who won’t charge an arm and a leg to cut a gem? I might be able to save a gold coin if I separate the jobs out.”
>>2920084>who won’t charge an arm and a leg to cut a gemI just realized as necromancers we can easily get hands on spare arms and legs.
>>2920055It's a rite of passage for kids left unattended by booze.
>>2920081Henry forced his anger down and instead opted for a sardonic laugh. He picked the kid off the ground and laid him out on the bench, at the very least his clothing wouldn’t get dirty like this. Henry made a note to get Charles some more clothing when he had a chance. The kid just had the clothes on his back.“Do you know anyone who won’t charge an arm and a leg to cut a gem? I might be able to save a gold if I separate the jobs out.” “Well now that you mention it, I might know somebody, but I’d need to ask around to see if he’s still in Celeste. I’m a bit surprised you don’t know anyone else with those sorta connections.”“I used to.” Henry said. “Why don’t you just go to a normal gemcutter?” Duncan asked.“Might ask too many questions, and I’d rather have someone who’s vetted yknow?” “Aye, fair enough lad.” Duncan said.Decisions:1. *Ask Duncan further questions* (write in)2. *preform another action* (write in)3. Leave and go to another location (I’ll write up selections)4. (write in)
>>2920124>3. Leave and go to another location (I’ll write up selections)>Well, I got to get the kid home. Won't envy his first hangover.
>>2920139>>2920128writing last post of the night
>>2920124“Look Duncan, it’s been fun, but I got to get the kid home before he gets into even more trouble. I won’t envy his first hangover.”“Make sure he drinks lots of water, works for me when I stay out too long. Also make sure you boil the water.”“I’m not drinking sewer water jackass.” Henry said.“Point stands.” Duncan said. “Have a good one friend.” Henry said. The trip home was relatively peaceful, outside of the added weight. Carrying Charles was a pain in the ass, but Henry figured the kid would sleep it off then be right as rain, minus the horrible excruciating headaches. He hoped that Charles would recover before Johnny got back. That would be a fun piece of explaining. Arriving home, Henry laid Charles in his bed after a bit of trepidation. The pieces of the other two beds he had bought were laid neatly across the floor. It was a lot of parts for what should have been simple pieces of furniture, and Henry was too lazy to give it much effort. He’d rather risk Charles vomiting everywhere. His sheets were in need of some cleaning anyways. Maybe he’d do the wash tomorrow?He still had a couple hours to kill, give or take, enough time to get one more thing done.Decisions: (pick one)1. Get some sword practice in, the makeshift training room further down the tunnel will do for now until Johnny gets back2. Head down to Liam the corpse trader, man should have some new things in stock, hopefully well preserved this time. 3. Head down to Nessie’s and ask about Sophie. You’ve been putting this shit off for far too long4. Go visit Rosa, see how she is. 5. Head down to Patches in undertown, that crazy old healer might have something for Charles, and the good sense to not ask questions. (toll paid for the day, no further toll required)6. (write in)
>>2920205>3. Head down to Nessie’s and ask about Sophie. You’ve been putting this shit off for far too long.
>>2920205> 3. Head down to Nessie’s and ask about Sophie. You’ve been putting this shit off for far too long
>>2920205Henry looked over to Charles. The kid was properly conked out and was talking about stealing food in his sleep. It honestly made Henry’s mood worse, he needed to get this last piece of business done. He’d destroyed the note of course. Sophie was more paranoid than even he was when it came to such things. But had she really forgiven him? How could she? The question plagued him as he made his way into Undertown, and then in Nessie’s bar. The woman’s face lit up when she saw him, and she made her way over towards him as quickly as she could managed.“Henry, so glads yous could be backsies!” She said, with that particular pagan way of speaking she had. “Yes I’m ‘glads I’m backsies too.’” Henry said, his dour expression somewhat ruining the mood.“No needs to takes it out on me now laddie. Whats is its that’s troubling you?“Look… I found a note from… what I mean to say is… have you seen sophie around?” Henry finally said, nervously.“You knows nobody ‘sees’ much of hers these daysies.” Nessie said. Decisions:1. “Nessie, you know what I mean, and I know you’re close to her… I’m trying to make amends, alright?” 2. “Look, can I at least send her a message?” 3. “you know what, forget it, pretend I never spoke about this.”4. “It good to see you too Nessie, sorry for ignoring you.”5. (write in)
>>2922138>2. “Look, can I at least send her a message?”
>>2922138”Look, can I at least send her a message? Something, anything, please.” Henry said. Nessie’s expression softened.“You knows, when I heardsies she was thinkin of forgivin’ ya I couldn’t take hers seriouslies… but now… yes I will let her know.” Nessie said. “I expectin shes be visiting ya soon.” “Thanks Nessie, I guess I need to prepare for it. I feel a lot better now.” “Do you need somethings to drinksies?” Nessie asked, showing some concern“Maybe later on. Right now I need some time to think instead of drink.”Henry sighed, he remembered his time acting as a fence for Sophie… and everything else that had followed from it. She had been, and probably still was, the best damned thief he’d ever met. She’d even stolen his heart… well, that was in the past now wasn’t it? Still, if he could at least make amends for everything, well, wouldn’t that be worth it?1. *Say something more to Nessie* (write in)2. *head back home*3. *visit rosa*4. *other* (write in)
>>2922318>2. *head back home*Make sure house isn't a mess.
>>2922318The walk back was far too quiet for Henry. His thoughts of Sophie and what he’d even have to talk to her about clouded his mind. He felt like a god damned kid again with all of these doubts. Eventually he decided he’d worry about it when he worried about it. He had his own shit to deal with in the meantime, mainly those work orders and the stupid acting job Vermillion had set him up with, overall he looked to have a full plate.As he got closer to his house, winding down the drainage tunnel and approaching the entrance, he noticed that the curtains that kept the smell out had been parted, and two voices were emanating from inside. “So I leave him for two days and this is what happens, unacceptable.” Johnny said.“Is this always what happens Johnny? I thought Henry was responsible.” Ophelia asked.“He’s a necromancer so responsibility has never entered into the picture.” They were back a bit earlier than expected…Decisions:1. You don’t want to deal with this, get the heck out of dodge (roll 1d6)2. Head in and face the music3. (write in)
>>2922386>2. Head in and face the musicStill gotta clean, and tell Johnny who will be paying us a visit.
Rolled 6 (1d6)>>2922386>1. You don’t want to deal with this, get the heck out of dodge (roll 1d6)People keep trying to make Henry boring and responsible. I say, NO.I also know this roll is too late. I'm out and about so keeping up is hard.
>>2922505Luckily I'm a lazy SOAB, so I'm perfectly fine waiting for a tiebreaker
>>2922537and maintaining that theme, I'm calling it a night, cause I need to wake up early tomorrow
Rolled 4 (1d6)>>2922537>1. You don’t want to deal with this, get the heck out of dodge (roll 1d6)Miss me with that accountability shit
>>2922386> 1. You don’t want to deal with this, get the heck out of dodge (roll 1d6)
Rolled 1 (1d6)>>2922386>1. You don’t want to deal with this, get the heck out of dodgeFuck explaining, Johnny isn't going to believe us anyway, or find some way to make it a fucking lesson
>>2924044>>2922566>>2922505TIME TO BE MASSIVELY IRRESPONSIBLE!
>>2922386Henry considered his options. He could go right on in and try to deflect blame onto Charles, the idiot had taken a massive swig of his drink. That wouldn’t really work with Johnny, since he’d still blame him for it. He could actually take responsibility even though it wasn’t his fault, but that too was pointless. Then there was waiting until the problem solved itself, i.e. waiting for Charles to sober up and spill everything to Johnny. As long as Charles didn’t lie about his idiocy it would be the perfect plan.THE PERFECT PLAN!So, with that in mind, Henry quietly pulled a one eighty, walked his way right back down the tunnel, and got back up into the city near saint alexander square. He had a few more hours to kill before nightfall, and the mandatory curfew began. He’d rather not run afoul of the Night-Patrol, those Cathars were far less bribable than the normal bunch, and a heck of a lot better at their jobs to boot than the average Celeste Cathar. He stepped out of the alleyway and into the square to find a bit of a commotion. A man was screaming and waving something around. The man had managed to draw a large crowd which was nervously muttering to themselves. Henry couldn’t contain his curiosity and decided to get a closer look“Someone please take this lovely necklace!” The man said, holding up a horrifying construction made up of bone and what Henry thought look like human hair. He wasn’t completely sure but it seemed to be human hair, he didn’t really care what kind of hair since there was no way in hell he was going to touch the damned thing. Decisions:1. Keep watching2. Call for a couple of Cathars, the man is making a disturbance in a holy area. 3. Talk to some of the people watching to see if you can get any information (roll 1d100)4. Deck the man in the face, you need to get some aggression out and this is the most socially appropriate way you have available (roll 1d100) 5. Write in
>>2925032>5. Write inIf we can, without people noticing, either try to determine if it is necromantic in origin, and if not, try to necromance it from afar and fuckin spook the hell out of everyone so they run away.But only if we can do it sneakily.
>>2925032Backing >>2925044If people get spooked, this'll also make us feel better.
>>2925046Also would make them run away so you can approach with little witnesses.
>>2925044>>2925046>>2925049going to need a couple of rolls for that then. First to do it sneakily (1d100), second to see what happens (1d3, first roll only)
Rolled 23 (1d100)>>2925070
Rolled 75 (1d100)>>2925070
Rolled 3 (1d3)>>2925070???
>>2925088thats a pass, >>2925091and that... oh dear
>>2925032Henry decided to probe the amulet. He was fairly confident that it wasn’t necromantic, but he still wanted to try and make it move, to spook everyone and give himself a bit of entertainment. He carefully snaked a stream of black mana down past his legs, across the ground, and back up the backside of the man, eventually snaking around his arm and into the amulet. Henry felt something a bit odd, then he felt a lot of odd things, mainly things crawling on his back. He quickly broke the connection and stepped back. The damned thing was cursed, and from what he could tell it was a very strong curse. He didn’t feel any different and hopefully he hadn’t caught something nasty. Ramee would charge an arm and a leg for her services, and that third eye of hers creeped Henry the hell out. He hoped he wouldn’t have to go to her for curse removal.The amulet lit up with a dark energy, then quickly sent a pulse through the crowd, drawing screams from many and causing the man to panic. He began to speak to the thing, begging it to stop whatever the hell it was about to do.+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++=A cart carrying about three dozen sawed logs was making its way across the market square, the driver took notice of the outburst but paid it little mind, something was always going on in the square, and crowd wasn’t unusual. This attitude lasted until he was nearly knocked off his perch when his horses began to panic. The cart sped through the crowd, narrowly avoiding hitting anyone, before tilting over and completely crushing the man holding the amulet, the thing flew off in a random direction before the dust settled. Henry could hear the driver cursing and swearing, before standing up and dusting himself off. The man looked around before noticing the mangled remains of the man. The cart driver then decide to curse a whole lot more., and it wasn’t long before some Cathars arrived to clean up the mess and address the citizen’s valid concerns. They seemed to be more focused on getting the whole mess resolved rather than finding out what had happened. What the fuck had that been? Had the amulet done that? Decisions:1. Get out while you still can2. Try to find the amulet. 3. Speak to the cart driver4. (write in)
>>2925122> 2. Try to find the amulet. We can always start a distraction fire if necessary.
>>2925122Doubling down on irresponsible behaviour!
>>2925032> He’d rather not run afoul of the Night-Patrol, those Cathars were far less bribable than the normal bunch, and a heck of a lot better at their jobs to boot than the average Celeste Cathar. Pratchett references?
>>2925125Supportin, cause it'll probably find us later anyway.
>>2925122Henry decided that it would better if he were the first one to find the damned thing, rather than some helpless fool. At the very least he had an idea of what he was dealing with. He just hoped that some angelic magic or a proper curse removal would fix the damned thing. He didn’t really feel ‘funny’ or ‘fuzzy’ like he had felt when he’d been cursed in the past. Perhaps it was linked to the item itself?He took some time to look around, most of the people were standing there in shock. Henry traced the path he saw it fly away from the now deceased man, and made an uncomfortable discovery. It was currently being worn by one of the bystanders, and that person seemed to be completely unaware of what had happened. The driver was now being arrested by the Cathars, who assumed that he had done this purposefully. Henry felt for the poor sod, the man was completely innocent. Decisions:1. Explain what’s happened to the Cathars2. Explain the situation to the civilian3. Follow the civilian and see what happens. 4. Back away and observe5. Other? (write in)
>>2925147>1. Explain what’s happened to the Cathars>2. Explain the situation to the civilianLet someone know for heavens sake.Shit like this gives necromancers a bad name.Say we are a mage, and that the way it flew onto that person's neck makes you think it's a cursed item. Suggest Grom as a person that can vouch for you cause there's gonna be some questioning going on.
>>2925159>implying all black mana spells are necromancyNecromancy is only one of the dark arts you know.
>>2925176But we don't really do other dark magics, necromancy is our profession hence why we care about it's image.
calling it a night!
>>2925147> 1. Explain what’s happened to the Cathars> Offer to take the man to a holy healer so that he can be examined for possible necromantic influence. Name drop some inquisition folk we know.
>>2925147Backing >>2925159 and >>2925833
Rolled 35 (1d100)>>2925159this is a good plan. Supporting.
>>2928703I'm willing to count this as a partial success
Rolled 96 (1d100)>>2929228Hmm how bout now?
>>2925147As the minutes ticked by the Cathars first cleared the scene and determined the man was indeed dead as a doorknob. Secondly they waited for backup, then began to question people at the scene, that’s when Henry leapt into action. He grabbed a couple of the Cathars and explained that he was a mage, he’d seen what had happened, and that it had been caused by a cursed necklace. He then explained that it had leapt off of the dead man and onto a new person, like a leech. He went onto explain that it was obviously dangerous and should be dealt with by a Church Cursebreaker. The cathars spoke to each other before saying that there should be one nearby. Henry then made his move, spinning a masterful story about how he was linked up with the inquisitors, even name dropping Grom and Cassius. He did far better than he had expected. The Cathars bought the story completely and even gave him directions and a note to get into the saint Alexander Holy grounds. The whole place was generally closed off to the public! Henry smiled, what a story he’d have to tell. Henry went over to the civilian, a man named Mathew, who seemed extremely shaken up now. Decisions:1. “Don’t worry, we’ll get this damned thing off of you in no time.”2. “Could I have a look at the necklace?”3. “Don’t worry, I’m a trained mage. “4. “Everybody stand back now, we don’t know how the thing works!” 5. (write in)
>>2931404>2. “Could I have a look at the necklace?”>1. “Don’t worry, we’ll get this damned thing off of you in no time.”>"Come on people! The poor man needs to be cured of his curse, and he won't get it being surrounded by nosy idiots!" Escort the man Matthew to the holy grounds. While you do so, watch the man's movements and gait. Is the curse interfering with him in any visible way?
>>2931404“Could I have a look at the necklace sir?” Henry asked, holding out his hand. “And don’t worry, we’ll get this damned thing off of you in no time.”“Please just take the damned thing.” Matthew said fearfully, holding out the necklace and placing it into Henry hand before he could react. Henry checked over the thing briefly, and determined that it was REALLY cursed, whomever had made the thing had done a very good job at it, and that it would be a real pain in the ass to destroy, beyond that though the thing felt like it was crawling in his hand. Henry was certain that he didn’t have the skill nessessary to get rid of the thing himself. He’d need to find a professional, church associated or otherwise. Henry held the thing back out to Mathew in an attempt to give it back to him, but the man had already begun to back away. Grinning awkwardly and holding his hand out in front of him as if to say ‘no thank you.’“What are you doing?” Henry asked.“I’m not taking that damned thing back now that I’ve gotten rid of it.” Mathew said, continuing to back away.Henry chucked the thing at the man, then smiling smugly at himself, noticed it was still firmly gripped in his palm.Wait, fuckHenry tried tossing the thing onto the ground but found that it clung to his hand and no matter what he did he seemed unable to get rid of it. The crowd had begun to disburse now, and a wagon had appeared to carry the corpse away. With any luck the Church Seer would be able to figure out who he was, or rather who he had been. Regardless, Henry now had a very troublesome cursed object attached to his hand.Decision:1. Try to give the item to one of the Cathars 2. Try to get to the holy grounds on your own, you need to get this thing off asap3. Curse your bad luck4. Try to pull it off of you forcefully5. (write in)
>>2931651>5. (write in)I wonder what ophelia would think of it?NahJust >>2. Try to get to the holy grounds on your own, you need to get this thing off asap
>>2931651>2. Try to get to the holy grounds on your own, you need to get this thing off asap>3. Curse your bad luckCathars will probably just make things worse.
>>2931651Wait, can we try to talk to the necklace? It seems to have some sort of sentience.It didn't kill buddy until he tried to get rid of it, after all. Maybe it has a target?
>>2931651>2. Try to get to the holy grounds on your own, you need to get this thing off asap and you still have the Cathar's note for entry>Attempt to talk to the necklace on the way there
>>2931699you're welcome to try, got anything in particular you want to say to it?
>>2931708..."Greetings and salutations, what seems to be your boggle?"
Rolled 3 (1d100)>>2931776using QM fiat to say no>>2931707>>2931687>>2931699>>2931674writing
>>2931651Henry began to make his way through the plaza, past the Cathars who were slowly getting the grisly scene cleaned up, to the many merchants who were beginning to close up their various shops, past a row of Jugglers honing their craft. Henry poked at the necklace for a couple of moments, trying to reason exactly how it worked.“Do you talk?” Henry asked the necklace.The quiet that followed didn’t help Henry’s state of mind at all. He had really just tried talking to an inanimate object. As he hit the midway point of the plaza, something felt off. He could’ve sworn someone was watching him, but he couldn’t figure out whom. He turned towards the jugglers on a wooden platform that had been hastily raised in preparation for the Dawn Festival. Suddenly, a jet of black mana shot out of the cursed charm, and towards the jugglers, specifically one who was juggling a set of very sharp swords. The man began to walk backwards, seemingly losing his concentration. He stepped right onto a piece of fruit that had inexplicitly found its way there, and tripped, sending the swords clattering down towards Henry.Decisions:1. Try to dodge out of the way2. Use a bolt spell to knock the swords out of the way3. (write in)
>>2931803>3. (write in)Can we hold the amulet up in the way?So the sword would strike it?If not, dodge.
>>2932007>>2931803This seems likely to get our hand cut off.Can we threaten the amulet by channeling lightning claws through it?
>>2931803>we Final Destination nowYeah no, this amulet has gotta go.>2. Use a bolt spell to knock the swords out of the wayIf the guy bitches at us hold up the amulet, yell that it's cursed and trying to kill us, and that we need to get going and NOT stay for something else to kill us here. Sorry!
Rolled 87 (1d100)>>2934869
Rolled 58 (1d100)>>2934869
Rolled 64 (1d100)>>2934869
>>2934897>>2934945>>2934949thats a success>>2934946F
>>2931803Henry quickly summoned up the required mana, and let a bolt spell fly from his hand, making sure to hit each sword out of the way in quick succession. One of them was flung back by the force of the impact and embedded itself into a wooden pillar directly behind the juggler. The platform rocked around for a moment before steadying out. “Holy shit, you alright?” The juggler asked, shakily getting to his feet and promptly hitting his head on the flat side of the embedded blade.“Look I’m fine, but this damned thing is cursed and trying to kill me, I need to get going and not stick around for something else to kill me.”“What?” The juggler asked.The platform began to creak again, before the front legs gave way and the entire thing slid downwards towards Henry. The juggler was flung over Henry’s head and landed in a pile of hay. All at once, the front of the platform splintered, sending debris toward Henry and sending the other two jugglers scrambling for cover. Normally this wouldn’t have been a massive problem, but this was a massive problem. As in, the platform itself was fairly massive. If anyone had taken the time to check, they would have discovered it weighed about two tons. Two tons of wood, metal, rope, and jugglers which were now tumbling towards Henry.(-1 red mana)Decisions:1. Use another bolt spell to knock the incoming debris away.2. Make a run for the holy grounds3. “OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT”4. (write in)
>>2935161>3. “OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT”While2. Make a run for the holy grounds
>>2935161>2. Make a run for the holy grounds>3. “OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT”How hard is Abraxas going to laugh when it turns out that this fucking amulet is the thing that kills us.
>>2935161>2. Make a run for the holy grounds>3. “OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT”
Rolled 43 (1d100)>>2935250oh no
Rolled 52 (1d100)>>2935250
Rolled 7 (1d100)>>2935250rollan
>>2935256this isn't a terrible roll at all, writing
>>2935161The platform was a fairly simple construction. Wood, nails, iron and rope, with a couple of wooden pillars set into the ground which the rest of the structure was built into. From that the rest of the structure worked outwards. This was a fairly stable structure, until a sword had lodged itself into one of the poles at such an angle that it severed three supporting ropes, causing a chain reaction.This led to the present moment, where Henry ran for his life, screaming all the while.“OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT.” Henry said, dodging debris and splintering wood. He felt a few larger pieces hit his back but he was too full of adrenaline and fear to stop now. He kept running until a loud thud echoed behind him, mirrored by the ground shaking. Turning around he was greeted by one of the supporting pillars, a mere three feet behind him. Had that hit him he would’ve been pulp. Henry backed up, nearly into another set of carts. Causing him to lurch back, bumping a couple of gawking bystanders.Eventually he worked his way into Saint Alexander’s Holy Grounds, where a surprised looking guard watched the unfolding carnage with mouth agape.Decisions:1. Sneak inside2. Take the time to get his attention and wave your permission note at him3. (other)
>>2935356>2. Take the time to get his attention and wave your permission note at himTHIS IS AN URGENT MATTER
>>2935356>2. Take the time to get his attention and wave your permission note at him>"AMULET! CURSED! GOTTA GET IT BROKEN! CATHAR GAVE PAPER! OUT OF MY WAY!"
>>2935369Damn, this sounds way better than mine.I'll support this.
>>2935369Yeah, this'll get the point across. Supporting.
Rolled 89 (1d100)>>2935401
Rolled 76 (1d100)>>2935401>>2935417Now watch me fuck it all up!
>>2935356Henry took the time to go through each step of the introductory process. First of all, he introduced himself.“NAME, HENRY.” Then he explained his purpose for talking to the very confused Cathar.“AMULET! CURSED! NEED IT BROKEN.”The he explained why he was allowed to be in such a holy place unaccompanied.“CATHAR GAVE PAPER, OUT OF MY WAY!” Henry held up the permission slip, before pushing past the Cathar. The man for what it was worth tried to sputter out a couple orders. Like ‘what are you doing?’ or ‘stop now!’ But henry didn’t have the time for such stupidity when his very survival was at stake. He pushed past a few more Cathars, holding up the amulet and the work paper. Henry wondered which would be more effective. From the way the Cathar’s recoiled and ducked out of the way, Henry figured it was the amulet.Saint Alexanders Holy Grounds was one of the most famous in the world outside of the grand Cathedral, the Cathedral of Dawn, and the Cathedral of Midnight. It was said to house one of the most holy men to have ever lived, and it was even said that his spirt occasionally walked its halls. The structure itself was atypical for a holy grounds. Instead of having a massive courtyard, the entire space was taken up by a single building. A heavily fortified, heavily defended, building. Henry noticed that the inner sanctum was completely guarded off, with a dozen angels and a LOT of Cathars guarding it. Fortunately, Henry didn’t need to go in that direction.A breathless, heavily armored Cathar came up behind Henry and grabbed onto his shoulder.“What are you doing?” Henry asked.“Intruder…” The Cathar said, still panting.“I have permission to be here jackass, I have a cursed item, time is off the essence.”“Curse breakers… chamber… room… 125…” The Cathar said, now wheezing. A few of the others were rapidly approaching now. Decisions:1. Ask the man if he is okay2. Run down the hallway and get to the curse breaker’s you don’t have a moment to lose. 3. (Write in)
>>2935546>2. Run down the hallway and get to the curse breaker’s you don’t have a moment to lose.Holler about cursed amulets as we run there.
>>2935546>"Okay thank you, try not to suffocate, bye!">2. Run down the hallway and get to the curse breaker’s, you don’t have a moment to lose.
>>2935546>2. Run down the hallway and get to the curse breaker’s you don’t have a moment to lose.>THIS MAN NEEDS MEDICAL ATTENTION ALMOST AS MUCH AS I NEED A CURSEBREAKER! HELP HIM WHILE I HELP EVERYONE ELSE BY HELPING MYSELF!
Rolled 32 (1d100)>>2935578
Rolled 2 (1d100)>>2935578>Just barely too lateDarn it. At least I can still roll.
Rolled 26 (1d100)>>2935585>we trip and fall, breaking our nose in the process>some blood gets on the amulet>amulet's eye sockets glow like pic relatedYOU'VE DONE IT NOW>>2935578Rolling anyway!
>>2935585>2Figures.Calling it a night. Forgive me.
>>2935585>at least I can still rollyou sure can
>>2935546Henry took off running down the hallway, noticing the door on his right side said ‘101’ and the one on his left said ‘150’, the room was on the other damned side of the building. “Please don’t suffocate sir!” Henry said, briefly turning back to see the Cathar collapse onto the floor. Before a couple more showed up to pursue Henry. “The man needs medical attention!” Henry called back. “Almost as much as I need a curse breaker!” This didn’t seem to convince them.“Someone at least help him!” Henry continued, before noticing that a third Cathar had stopped to help the man.At least something was kinda going right today. The Cathar that had stopped shouted down the hallways towards the inner sanctum, and then something very powerful began to move towards Henry. Henry could feel the white mana flowing off of the thing as it moved down the main hallway towards the intersection where the downed Cathar was. He shuddered as it hooked a right down the corridor he’d taken. He took the chance and looked back when the Cathars began to shout towards him.He was being chased by a fucking Archangel, it was somehow able to fly in these cramped corridors, and it was GAINING on him rapidly. Decisions:1. Try to talk to it (write in)2. Cast a spell at it (write in)3. Try running faster4. Surrender5. (write in)
>>2935655>4. SurrenderWe gon die if we fuckin run.5. (write in)Hold out the amulet as we lie on the floor.AlsoLay on floor in sign that we give up.
>>2935655calling it a night, will continue tomorrow.
>>2935664>>2935655Yeah things have gotten way out of control.Have we considered cutting our hand off?Does it count as passing it off if we throw the amulet at the archangel after yelling "Catch"?
Rolled 99 (1d100)>>2935655
Rolled 80 (1d100)>>2935999>trips 999>>2936000>trips 000>AND 99/100 FOR DUBSAbsolutely incredible.>>2935655Backing >>2935999 specifically>throw the amulet at the archangel after yelling "Catch!"Rolling as well
>>2936394I've always been lucky.EXCEPT FOR MY FUCKING FLIGHT DELAY LAST NIGHT.
>>2936449>>2936394Whoops was accidentally a faggot there.
>>2936811I was intentionally being a faggot in another thread.
>>2935999>>2936000>>2936394ROLLING GREAT IS NOT GOOD IS THE RESULT IS CURSING AN ARCHANGELlmfao you guys holy shit I need a beer
>>2937246>>2937246It's not "Good" but I mean hey there's the argument to be made that we had FAITH an Archangel could fix things. We're supposed to trust them right?And hey, no longer our problem. Think of it as, instead of us going to the Church, the Church came to us!
>>2937257No matter what happens here, Johnny is going to make it ten times worse, shit, he'll even make it two lectures for the price of one
Tossing an archangel a cursed item.We so gonna die.
>>2935655Henry had a few options, none of them all that good. A fucking archangel was bearing down on him now, and would soon catch up to him. So in a blind panic, he chucked the necklace as hard as he could at the archangel, before realizing to his mounting horror that the thing clung like a leech to his hand, unable to be thrown. Why had he been able to take it from Matthew before? Was it only if someone accepted it willingly? Was that why the man was trying to get someone to take it?Henry didn’t know. The archangel immediately stopped midflight, and immediately retreated twenty feet with a single flap of her wings. She landed on the ground, her metal armor clanking as she did. Henry simply stood their dumbfounded as the Cathars began to advance on him, before the Archangel calmly motioned for them to stop.The archangel cast some sort of spell, white orbs emitting from her wings. Her emotions went from blank to one of complete confusion when the orbs simply sat up in the air. Next her eyes began to emit white mana as she began to scan around the room.Decisions:1. Try to explain the situation. 2. Make a break for it, fuck this3. Turn yourself in and hand over the necklace. 4. (write in)>as explained before, you can't just get rid of the amulet, but that was a really nice roll, so you managed to spook the archangel.
>>2937964>4. (write in)Hold up amulet and ask for help.
>>2937972>>2937964This. We're just being a good citizen here.
>>2937972>>2937979>>2938002make a roll for charisma
Rolled 34 (1d100)>>2938038
Rolled 3 (1d100)>>2938038
Rolled 67 (1d100)>>2938038How fated is this?
Rolled 74 (1d100)>>2938038
Rolled 33, 13 = 46 (2d100)>>2938054rolling for special event
>>2938045Man. Man oh man.I can only save things with crits so many times.>>2938054Let's toss out some
>>2938064So does the Archangel cut off our hand to remove the curse?It's the most practical and safest solution, no?
>>2937964Somehow, Henry had the initiative, he couldn’t afford to waste it. So he held up the amulet and began to explain what had happened, when a small burst of black mana emitted from the thing and a spider dropped from the ceiling and landed directly into Henry’s mouth. Henry tried to spit it out before discovering it had gotten lodged in his throat, and he was slowly choking to death. The angel decided that she had heard enough, and sent a bolt of white mana into Henry, flinging him against a wall but otherwise leaving him undamaged. He was completely unable to move now, but was otherwise alright, thank god white mana was so garbage at killing people. The archangel then walked towards him unsheathing her sword, a flaming masterwork that was now pointed directly at Henrys head. A moment later the same breathless guard showed up, being helped along by his friend.“Wait!” He said, panting heavily. “He’s cursed, he was trying to get help!” The archangel slowly lowered her weapon, annoyed. Then reluctantly sheathed it when she determined through spells the man wasn’t lying.At that point Henry decided to throw up, sending the contents of his stomach, and a terrified spider, onto the archangels metallic Sabatons. Decisions:1. Mercifully pass out2. Try to explain whats going on3. Piss yourself4. Apologize5. (Write in)
>>2938084>2. Try to explain whats going on>"Curse... breaker... help me... someone...">1. Mercifully pass out
>>2938084>4. ApologizeThen explain.
>>2938090>>2938092tiebreaker needed. >#1 is way funnier
>>2938096Well if one is funnier, lets do that.
>>2938103calling it a night, will write tomorrow.
>>2938084> Pray while apologizing Fuck pride. Let's get down on our knees for this.
>>2938084Henry could feel all the eyes on him, he didn’t really feel embarrassed, he was too frightened to be able to feel much else. He could feel the archangels gaze tearing into his very soul, the woman, the creature would likely kill him for what he had done. As he felt the effects of the spell wear off, he weakly tried to stand, only to be swatted back down due to a kick from the archangel. The angel then sheathed her sword and took a couple steps back, still staring at him all the while.“Pathetic, can none of you do your simple tasks, how difficult can guarding a single entryway possible be? Even a child could do a better job.” The archangel said. At first glance the angel didn’t seem to be reacting to the vomit on her shoes, but on closer inspection Henry realized she was filled with a sort of silent fury. Henry knew that emotion, the sort that a prisoner had towards the person torturing him when he started off. What really gave it its flavor was the fact that the person feeling it couldn’t act on it in anyway, sort of like a teapot that had been sealed, and was moments away from exploding.“Please don’t kill me.” Henry said. “I-I-I… I was just trying to find a curse breaker… I have a cursed item, I’ve nearly died three times trying to get here. I just need this thing destroyed and…”“Enough.” The archangel said. “You, mortals, help him up and get this pestilence removed from him. More importantly, get him out of my sight.”Henry shut his mouth as he was slowly helped to his feet by a pair of stunned Cathars. The archangel simply watched him with one of the most disgusted expressions he’d ever seen. “And you, the one with the Red Cloak. Your pathetic attempt at lying is not amusing, nor is it very convincing, I know you’re not actually sorry. I could tell even without magic. I don’t know which is more disgusting, the fact that you hate the true path, or the fact you think you can get away with lying in my presence” Henry again said nothing, he knew better than to give her rope to hang him with. But he couldn’t help but feel an indescribable rage, and he knew she felt it too. The angel had moved one of her hands down so that it rested on the hilt of her blade. “I never wish to speak to you again mortal, if we ever meet a second time I will not hesitate to run you through, do you understand me?” The archangel asked. The Cathars glanced between themselves, but wisely avoided saying anything.Decisions:1. *Pray*2. “Fuck you too.” 3. “Thank you.” (mock sincerity) 4. *say nothing*5. (write in)
>>2939073>4. *say nothing*B I T C Hwe should have just gone unconsciousthis is what we get for groveling to lawfagslearn this fucking lesson people!
See, this is what we need Ball Blightning for: to nuke cunts in the face with ridiculous damage to the point where they get permadead
>>2939073>2. “Fuck you too.”I really want to say this.But lets do >>2939081
>>29390732. “Fuck you too.” (said under breath as she turns a corner)Get some amusement from her shoes dripping vomit as she turns to walk away.
>>2939073> Genuinely thank her for her help with the cursed item. Feel both approval and that our expectations were met that an Archangel wouldn't take any shot.It was getting out of hand. Also, this Archangel seems to have a degree of self control, so I think the best way to tweak them is to genuinely approve as this is the most we can really expect from an Archangel.Like when you tell a black person "You're so well spoken! You must be one of the *good* ones." Since they can tell what we're feeling, sardonic approval will probably drive them batty without giving them an avenue to release it.Also if we can make the Archangel look irrational, the Cathars she just dressed down will probably be more sympathetic to us not measuring up to her ridiculous standards.I can see Henry honestly expecting to die from meeting an Archangel, and then getting a little manic at not dying. After all, we never really expected them to be *fair* about anything, right?
>>2939142>>2939125>>2939103>>2939081current winner is saying nothing, I'm willing to wait a bit if you guys wanna talk it out.
>>2939142If she even thought we might talk to a necromancer, let alone be one, she would cut us down without a shred of remorse. No, "Sad, another person fell to evil forces," but, "Good it's dead."
>>2939148Fuck what I said in >>2939151. Sticking by my original Say Nothing vote
>>2939142I’d rather just get this damn amulet off. Pissing her off further will just take up too much time and lead to more rolling for shenanigans.
>>2939152When did I say anything about us being a Necromancer?I meant Henry cynically thinking a lot of Angel's would have just cut us down for having the curse alone, "saving" us spiritually while saving everyone else from the curse.So really, despite being a zealot paranoid sociopath this Angel managed to not be complete and utter shit.So really, he should feel some condescending approval while honestly thanking her for not striking him dead right there for being inconvenient.
Rolled 4 (1d100)>>2939162I'm all about rolling shenanigans!
>>2939228And I’m all about getting this diversion over and done with.
>>2939228gonna go with saying nothing, but Henry is sure as hell pissed off now.
>>2939073>4. *say nothing*Just get outta here and get the cruse removed. Too bad we can't find where it came from.
>>2939548I got a test tomorrow so I'm not posting anything tonight, apologies.
>>2939073Henry said nothing, biting his tongue and bearing it, as he always had to. To the Cathars, he seemed perfectly, almost unnaturally collected and in control of his emotions. A couple of them murmured to each other that he had a screw loose, but Henry ignored them to. He was in a special place in his mind, a place he retreated through to allow an outlet for his murderous, psychopathic rage. He very rarely entered this state of mind, and even Johnny knew to shut up when he got like this. The archangel grit her jaw, and her eyes narrowed even further than they already had been, yet she said nothing, and did nothing. Even with the inhuman rage she felt from the red cloaked mortal, she knew he wouldn’t act, and thus her job of securing the inner sanctum had not been a failure. She kicked off the ground and began to glide back to her post. Hopefully nobody had screwed things up while she’d been gone.Henry didn’t really remember much after that, blurs of moving down the hallway, the Cathars keeping a safe distance from him for whatever reason, him entering into a small enclosed office with some light runes on the wall and a couple of dying plants in colorful pots scattered around. By the time the curse breaker came out, Henry’s unholy rage had died down to a simmer.“So then, can you tell me what the problem is sir?” A be speckled woman asked. Henry could hear the boredom in her tone.“I’m cursed.” Henry replied.“Well that’s good, otherwise I’d have you hauled off for trespassing.” The woman said, suppressing a laugh.At that moment, if Henry could have had a single wish, he wouldn’t ask for gold, or women, or anything material. No, he’d simply ask that the three Cathars standing guard over him where no longer in the room.Decisions:1. Respond sarcastically (write in optional)2. Give a through and literal explanation of what happened (write in optional)3. *glare at her silently, then hold up the amulet.* (write in optional)4. *be a polite and courteous member of society* (write in optional)5. Other (write in)
>>2943549welp, its finally up>procrastination makes perfect
>>2943549>5. Other (write in)>"Hey, hold your hand out for a second."Proceed to place amulet in her hand when she does.
>>2943549Backing >>2943555This bitch should be able to break curses right? Let's see her break one on herself.
>>2943555You ass! Supporting this haha
>>2943555This is it. Do it!
>>2943743>>2943788>>2943564>>2943555make a roll for Dexterity, 1d100+5
Rolled 59 (1d100)>>2943819
Rolled 7 (1d100)>>2943819
Rolled 35 (1d100)
Rolled 89 + 5 (1d100 + 5)>>2943819
>>2944246well that sure as shit does it>>2943901oof
>>2943549“Yeah well, can you hold something for me real quick?” Henry asked innocuously.“Yeah sure, anything I can do to help, I understand this must be a trying time for you and-“ The woman said, adjusting her glasses and holding out her hand.Henry took the opportunity and placed the cursed amulet into her hand. As he let go and found it didn’t cling to him, he smiled in silent satisfaction. The woman’s expression turned from confusion to horror as she began to realize exactly what she was holding.“W-where did you g-get this?” She asked. “This…. Oh no. Another one of the spider’s works?! I… I can’t let go… what did you do?!” The woman backed up a couple steps and her glasses fell off her face, before she ran through a set of doors, leaving Henry and the Cathars to sit and mope. “Before you ask I wasn’t able to let go of the thing until now.” Henry said. The Cathars looked to each other and one of them shrugged.“Look the archangel said you were not a threat and we’re not about to question it.” One of them said. “You’re free to go far as we’re concerned.”Henry could feel a large amount of white mana spells going off from the room she’d just gone into, she probably had things under control….Decisions:1. Leave2. Stick around and try to make sure she doesn’t get killed3. (Write in)
>>2945419>2. Stick around and try to make sure she doesn’t get killed>3. (Write in)To the cathars>"She is going to need some help to stay alive, follow her."
>>2945419>2. Stick around and try to make sure she doesn’t get killed>3. (Write in)So, who's this "Spider" character? Any chance of a bounty out on him?
>>2945419Backing both >>2945483 and >>2945499
>>2945419Henry pegged the Cathar’s as lazy, naïve, or fearful, chumps. But he knew better than to cut and run after giving a cursebreaker something potentially fatal, and even with the risks of letting them know about it, he’d still be better off in the long run if she survived this. Henry took the time to get a better look at the room, now that his life wasn’t in imminent danger. The place was fairly plain, yellow plastered walls with a wood finish, a few dying plants in some colorful plant pots, whoever ran this place didn’t exactly have a green thumb. Or maybe it was just due to the fact the place didn’t have any windows. “She’s going to need some help to stay alive, we should all follow her and make sure she isn’t alone.”“Marco, Rubin, go make sure the quack doesn’t croak.” One of the Cathars said. Henry began to make his way inside. From what he’d seen the thing didn’t harm anyone who didn’t have it in their possession.“Not you wise guy. You can leave but you can’t go any further inside. The note was just so you could get this thing here. You aren’t doing anything else.” One of the Cathars said, a man with a scar across one of his eyes.“Fine, fine, but can you at least tell me who this “Spider” Character is?” “Some bozo who’s been circulating cursed items around Celeste for the past month. Everyone they’ve hit has either been some noble or a lowlife. It’s a bit peculiar, they aren’t going after the commons so it seems to be targeted. Probably some sort of faction war or something stupid.” “How do you know its him?” Henry asked.“Fucker signs his work, leaves a nice little drawing of a spider on all their work. Names Damascus by the by, and you?”
>>2945419>2. Stick around and try to make sure she doesn’t get killed>3. (Write in)Hey, do you guys know who or what The Spider is? That is one nasty nasty cursed item. And she said "Another one." They are out in numbers?
>>2945612The name is Henry. I've worked with Grom and Inquisitors in the past. Is there a Bounty on this Spider? How many of these cursed item have been accounted for loose in the city? And where exactly. Doesn't seem likely you'd get real far with one.
>>2945612Backing >>2945630We almost died multiple times just GETTING here.
>>2945612Henry. Private investigator and hedge-mage for hire. If you need references, I've worked with Grom of the Inquisitors before.
>>2945630>>2945642>>2945645writing>dunno why it clipped the decisions off, happy you guys are creative enough to think up some
>>2945612“The name is Henry, I’ve worked with Grom of the Inquisition before. Is there a bounty on this spider? How many of these cursed items have been accounted for loose in the city, and where? Doesn’t seem likely you’d get real far with this one.”“Look mate, that name means nothing to me, and you can throw the big I around all ya want but it won’t impress me unless you got one of them fancy gold eyes and a black cloak. You’d have to ask the good egghead inside about the item itself, I’m just ‘dumb muscle’.”“Look I don’t believe you’re all that dumb.” Henry said. “I tend to notice things, since I’m a private investigator in my spare time.” “Smart one ey? I’m not high up enough the totem pole to know all that buddy, I’m just a guy who pays attention when people talk, although I talk quite a bit myself when something ends up in my pocket…” Decisions: (pick one)1. “Well then here’s a gift, and a little bit more if you’ll have more conversations in the future with me. I think I’ll enjoy it."(-2 silver)2. “Well then, how can I refuse such a helpful Cathar?” (-1 silver)3. “I don’t trust you bud, no thanks.” 4. *say nothing and leave*5. (write in)
>>2945750>4. *say nothing and leave*>5. (write in)Go and check on the curse breaker.Remember their faces though.
>>2945750>1. “Well then here’s a gift, and a little bit more if you’ll have more conversations in the future with me. I think I’ll enjoy it."(-2 silver)Always good to have an in with authority figures, especially ones that can bypass angry angels.
>>2945776>>2945768currently a tie>although you can't go into the cursebreakers chambers without getting the Cathar upset, since its a restricted area
>>2945785HmmHow about have him escort us to the curse breaker, for a small fee of course.And we can ask him questions on the way.
>>2945750Backing >>2945805"I'm just paying you to escort me to the cursebreaker. Nothing else. Really." :^)
going to bed, will resume tomorrow!
Rolled 85 (1d100)>>2945890This is good. Flip a pair of silvers to the Cather. Be sure to palm a few more. "You can escort me to ask the Cursebreaker, yeah?"
>>2945750“Look, forget the information, just asking really nicely for you to escort me to the cursebreaker, can you manage that?” Henry asked, flashing a couple of silver coins in front of Damascus. “Look, ‘pal’, I’m under strict orders to not let anyone who isn’t a cursebreaker into their chambers. Hell the others are technically disobeying orders right now to make sure the mad mage doesn’t get herself killed, lord knows the other two are just as bad. If she wasn’t so focused she’d have probably thrown them out by now. They’re just really, REALLY territorial, hell even my commanding Templar isn’t allowed inside of their chambers without permission.”“Either that or she got killed by the damned thing.” Henry muttered.“What?” Damascus asked.“Look, can you at least let me ask her some questions?’“I’m willing to let you wait to talk with her, but I did see that little… ‘prank’ you pulled, and I assume she isn’t going to be too happy about it… your choice. I’m willing to have a little chat with you as I escort you from the building. But otherwise… yeah…” Decisions:1. Use memory scatter on the man and try to get him to forget you, then use the moment to get further into the building (-1.5 blue mana)2. “Look, I’ve worked with Inquisitors before, can you really not trust me?!” 3. “Fine, I won’t push you or the subject further.” 4. (write in)
>>2948466>3. “Fine, I won’t push you or the subject further.” I bet they have magic tools to detect memory shenanigans. Better not risk it.
>>2948466“Fine, I won’t push you or the subject further.” Henry said.“Smart move, but you must be a crazy son of a bitch to want to go anywhere near that damned thing, from what the others told me, you nearly died a couple times trying to get into this building.”“Thing acted up a few times yeah, but I managed.” Henry said.He decided to not include the part in which he had ‘poked’ the thing with a tendril of mana, better to leave such minor details out of his descriptions. “Do you know what the time is by chance?” Henry asked.“Bout five or so, last I checked anyways.”“Thanks.” Henry said.Night would be on them soon, within a couple of hours. He always had trouble remembering when since the time shifted throughout the year. One of the joys of living underground half the time.Decisions:1. “I’m going to wait for her.”2. “I’m heading out, could you escort me? I’d like to chat.”3. “Can you escort me out?”4. (write in)
>>2948641>2. “I’m heading out, could you escort me? I’d like to chat.”
>>2948700>>2948648are we paying him 1 or 2 silver coins? Or none?
>>29487311 for now, but let him know of the possibility of more in the future.
>>2948641>2. “I’m heading out, could you escort me? I’d like to chat.”Ask him if all archangels are such raging cunts or if that one is a special case. Met angels before and they weren't anywhere near that bad
>>2948641“I’m heading out, can you escort me? I’d like to chat as well on the way out.” Henry said. “And thanks for your help.”Henry shook Damascus’ hand, using the opportunity to give him a silver coin. A nice clean motion, nobody who watched them would know what had happened. Damacus place his hands into his pockets and began the long walk to the exit.“So why the hell is the cursebreakers on the far side of the building?” Henry asked.“Nobody really wants em here, bad luck really. Do you want to be around people who break curses for a living?” Damascus said. “No offense to em tho, the three of em are good people n’ all.”“Right then, to business.” Henry said, glancing around to make sure they were alone. For such an important location it was quiet. Only a couple of Cathar’s walking around. Then again it was getting late…“Who is this spider fellow?”“Well from what I understand, he’s someone high ranking. Not a noble, but someone kicking it up, hell the probably live here in the second ring. Right now we have a total of eleven… I guess today makes it twelve victims. A happy dozen.”“And you guys have no clue about who’s doing this?’“Eight of em were low ranking street scum, gangsters and drug pushers, not exactly people who’d be missed, nor people who are high priority. Its only recently that more important people are being effected. A couple of high profile cases, I don’t know who exactly died buts its got my superiors in a bind, they’re getting forced to act now… I know that all of the deaths were due to curses… all but one.” Damascus said.“What?”“I don’t know the specifics, I just know the last person, a noble, died violently.”“So the Spider got to him?” Henry asked.“Dunno, I’m not directly involved. We’ve turned the case over to the inquisition now after the latest death though, which is odd, I mean the man is a danger but usually the inquisition doesn’t deal with these sort of things. We’d leave it up to Templar investigators.”“Hrm, so are all archangels raging cunts or was that one a special case? I’ve met angels before and they’ve never been that bad.”“Oh, Gertrude. I mean, you DID vomit on her, and she might have figured that timothy had been injured by you.” Damascus.“Who?” Henry asked.“The Cathar with the bad lungs, man has pneumonia right now but the daft cunt refuses to take time off. I’d respect it if it wasn’t so stupid.”“Oh.”“As for Gertrude, well, eh. She can be a little stuck up at times but she does a great job of running the place, she’s just been a little on edge ever since the package arrived.” Damascus explained.Decisions:1. “Package?” 2. “Do you know who I could talk to to learn more about the Spider?”3. “Anything interesting happen around here recently?”4. “You don’t happen to know a man named Gerald do you?” 5. (write in)
>>2951303>1. “Package?”Be prepared for handing out another coin.They let slip something interesting, then charge for further info.
>>2951319>>2951324roll 1d100 for charisma, see if you can get the info for free.
Rolled 50 (1d100)>>2951333
Rolled 83 (1d100)>>2951333
>>2951303“Package?” Henry asked.“More like a god damned mountain. Thing had to be two stories tall and it was covered in all sorts of holy wards when it got brought in. Basically a giant box with something real nasty inside, the god damned seraph of dawn personally escorted it and left Gertrude her to tend to it. This was before she went out of the city for whatever reason. Right now everyone’s on edge. Couple of the night shift guys have been saying the shadows have been acting funny, but everyone’s just on edge right now, even with things calming … down… damn it.”“What?” Henry asked.“You’re a smooth mother fucker you know that.” Damascus grumbled. “Look just don’t tell anyone I slipped you that piece of info, I’ll say it was on the house, yeah?” “Guilty.” Henry said sheepishly.The two of them walked along the rounded pathway, the whole thing encircled the inner chamber where this ‘package’ resided. Whatever the hell that meant. Henry was slightly curious but after the little near death experience with the cursed amulet, Henry had had quite enough.The rest of the walk was uneventful, except when Gertrude was waiting at the relevant intersection to make sure Henry exited the building without a fuss, some people took their jobs waaay too seriously.Decisions:1. Speak with Damascus one last time (write in)2. Head on home and face the music3. Head to a bar, you need the drink4. Try to find more info on the Spider down in undertown, your entrance fee should still be good. 5. Visit Rosa
>>2951444>5. Visit Rosa>On the way there, remember the shades working for Abraxas down below the city. Could that bit about shadows acting funny from proximity to the package have something to do with other demonic shit?>Shake the thought out of your head. Even if that's any true, there's nothing you can do about it and nothing you WANT to do about it.
>>2951444“Oi Henry, before you head off.” Damascus said. “If you ever want to have a chat again, just stop on by these Holy Grounds, I’m generally on shift here, or at the very least someone who knows me is, just don’t share what we talk about and everything’ll be fine.”“Works for me.” Henry said, running off through Saint Alexander Square. The square itself was slowly recovering from the damage the cursed amulet had wrought, although the Cathars there were on edge. Maybe they would perform their jobs at a level resembling competency.++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++The trip to the forth ring of celeste gave Henry some time to think, he wouldn’t really need to pay attention to where he was going until he left the third ring, and even then he doubted any of the local thugs would give him much trouble. Everyone knew to avoid those with connections to black alley, and Henry was a fairly dangerous man in his own right. Still, the talk of moving shadows drew Henry’s mind to one place and one place only. Abraxas. Henry shuddered at the thought. Maybe it wasn’t abraxas but it must’ve been a high ranking demon, right? Something else? What was with all that security. Whatever it was had to be nasty for that level of concern. Having an archangel guard anything was a big deal, and the meant that one of the Seraphs was commanding her. Still, there wasn’t anything Henry could actually do about it, and honestly that beehive wasn’t one he wanted to poke. Well it was more like a wasp hive, there sure as shit wasn’t going to be any ‘honey’ in there.+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++The Church of the Commons was letting out for it evening mas by the time Henry arrived. The priest… it was Abbot wasn’t it? Was helping an elderly couple to the exit gate. Henry didn’t see hide nor hair of Rosa, but he figured she would be in the place somewhere.Decisions:1. Speak to Priest abbot after he finishes2. Help the Priest with his tasks, might as well try to get on his good side3. Head on inside on your own, it’s not like you believe in god anymore, no need to speak with the priest4. (write in)
>>29515912. Help the Priest with his tasks, might as well try to get on his good sideBetter then just waiting outside, because we can snoop around a little.
>>2951591>2. Help the Priest with his tasks, might as well try to get on his good side
>>2951616>>2951648>>2951623will write tomorrow.
>>2951591Henry helped Priest abbot with his tasks, which amounted to holding the door open and helping a few elderly people down the stones steps outside the church. Abbot seemed pleased enough with what Henry was doing. After about ten minutes of this, the Holy Grounds had cleared out, Henry could see that there were two people cleaning up, a deacon with a mop, and Rosa was cleaning the weird long benches that the church had. Henry couldn’t remember the name for the life of him, but he figured it wasn’t too important. It was odd to see a healer doing such menial labor though, he wondered what was up with that.“So you must be this Henry I’ve heard so much about.” Priest Abbot said. The man was an elderly gentleman with a bald head and a warm smile. “I suppose you’re here to see Rosa, correct?”“Yeah, yeah I am.” Henry replied“Well you get to that then, I’m going to be heading to bed myself now that everything is settled for the day. Unless you need anything from me, child.”Decisions:1. *talk to Rosa* (write In optional)2. *Talk to Abbot* (write in)3. *Have a look around*4. (write in)
>>2953750>2. *Talk to Abbot* (write in)How is Rose doing, is she getting along well?Also, is there any embarrassing stories about her you can share?
>>2953750“So… how is Rosa doing? She getting along well?” Henry asked.“Doing splendidly, I’m so happy she’s decided to stay for a spell, it’s always lovely to see her. From what I understand you’re the reason she made it back alright. I wanted to say that I’m eternally grateful for that.” “I’m kind of surprised she decided to stay here of all places, doesn’t she have a healers abbey she could stay at?”Abbot paused, thinking of the right words. “Sadly it’s not quite that simple.”“Really?” Henry asked.“Talking about this further is something best done with Rosa around, if she feels the need or the want to discuss further of course.”“So know any embarrassing stories about her?” Henry asked.“Nothing outside of her confessions, and those I’m not at liberty to share. In all honesty she’s a fine healer, and has served with distinction. I don’t think she’s ever had any embarrassing moments during her career.” Decisions:1. “I heard she ran into trouble with the inquisition.” 2. “Really? I’m sure she must’ve done something silly when she was a child.” 3. “Well it’s been lovely chatting with you, but I really do need to speak with her…” *end conversation*4. “So how do you know her exactly? Are you two related?” 5. “Heck of a place to set up a church.”
>>2953796>3. “If you think Rose needs any help, don't hesitate to ask me. Well it’s been lovely chatting with you, but I really do need to speak with her…” *end conversation*
>>2953796“Well if you ever think Rosa needs any help or anything, don’t hesitate to ask me.”“I appreciate the gesture, but I’d imagine if she needed help she’d ask you personally, she’s not one who beats around the bush.” “I know that..” Henry muttered.“Did you say something? These old ears aren’t what they used to be.”“I’m just saying it’s been lovely speaking with you, but I really do need to speak with her.” Henry said. Henry broke off the conversation and headed into the chapel, making sure to wipe his feet on the entrance mat so that the Deacon’s hard work cleaning the floor wouldn’t go to waste. Rosa was sitting in the front row, praying silently to herself, she must not have seen him enter into the Holy Grounds.Decisions:’1. *sit next to her.* “So you come here often?” (sarcasm)2. “Should I wait for you to finish or will it be a while?” 3. “So you work here then?” *speak to the Deacon*4. (write in)
>>2953847>1. *sit next to her.* “So you come here often?” (sarcasm)
>>2953858>>2953852make a roll to be a cool guy.
Rolled 56 (1d100)>>2953879but what if we're trying to be funny?
Rolled 73 (1d100)>>2953879
>>2953884>>2953880that's a success
>>2953847Henry quietly sat next to her, waiting for her to finish a sentence of the angelic language she was saying her prayer in. The woman looked gorgeous in the fading sunlight. Red curls of hair flowing down the back of her head, flapping a few times from a gust of wind blowing through the open door. She was lost in prayer, her eyes scrunched in concentration.“So you come here often?” Henry asked.Rosa jumped and let out a small squeak of surprise as she suddenly realized Henry was next to her. The woman began to fall off of the pew, desperately clutching at empty air. Henry casually grabbed her hand and pulled her back onto her seat, keeping hold of her hand after the act was done. A small blush crossed Rosa’s face as she glanced every which way in a nervous tizzy. “Y-yes…” Rosa said, grabbing her hood with her free hand and pulling it over her head. “Why m-must you embarrass me in front of everyone here?”“I waited till everyone left didn’t I?” “No go on its fine!” The deacon said from across the room, “I’m quiet enjoying the show, you give Father Abbot a run for his coin!” “SHUT UP GREGOR!” Rosa said, fidgeting mightily.Decisions:1. “Want to go for a quick walk along the docks? They lake is beautiful in the moonlight. 2. “So how’re ya?” 3. “Yeah shut up Gregor.” 4. “Is this a bad time?” 5. (write in)
>>2953905>5. (write in)Laugh, but not too hard.>"How're you settlin in?"