>”You don’t know what you’re dealing with! Killing me will bring retribution you cannot even imagine!” (Talk to Nathan)

>”You just saved my life last night! Are you going to abandon me to die now?” (Talk to Delilah)

>”People will come looking if I go missing. Do you really want to be hunted by my masters?” (Talk to Jungczant)

>You don’t waste time talking. Instead, you try to rise to your feet again (roll 1d100. The first three will be averaged.)

>Other

Welcome to Modern Fantasy Quest, the story of Tristan, a modern-day Paladin in a not-so-secular world.

Updates are daily. The quest is very slow-paced, but hopefully that doesn't get in the way of anyone enjoying it!

Questions/Comments/Criticisms are welcome at any time. pls no bully

>>3752027
>'You were involved with that crazed cult, pretty cozy with the leader. A cult that I should mention was sacrificing members to summon an eldritch abomination. You think I'd give you my real name under those circumstances?" (Talk to Nathan)

Because if you believe that you'd be RIGHT haha why did we do that. Guess we thought he wouldn't make it out alive.

>'You were involved with that crazed cult, pretty cozy with the leader …’

“You think I'd give you my real name under the circumstances we met?" You protest from under Nathan’s heel, “You were involved with that crazed cult, familiar with the leader. A cult that I should mention was sacrificing members to …”

“Did I ask you to speak?” Nathan interrupts you, stomping down on you harder. “No matter what you’re gonna say, it’s going to end up the same so shut up before I make it nasty!”

Hmm … interesting. There was a note of fear in Nathan’s voice, underneath the menace and bluster. It was almost as if he was afraid of what you were about to say. But then Nathan ground his heel into your shoulder again and any speculation was driven out by the sensation of your shoulder slowly being turned into dust.

“I would say I’m not needed here currently,” You hear presumably Jungczant’s voice say, “I’ll be at my desk if I am needed.”
The next thing you hear is Jungczant walking away.

“I’m not finished talking to Jungczant yet so I’ll let you take care of things here,” Delilah says, “Tell Roxane I said hi, okay?”

“Sure I will, as soon as I get back to Los Angeles.” Nathan replies.

“Okay!” Delilah laughs cheerfully, “Oh, and just to make sure, you know who Jayden, sorry, Tristan is, right?”

“Does it matter?”

“You might be concerned. He’s a member of a secret society with sufficient resources that will come looking if he disappears.”

“Hah. The things you know, Leo. I’ll make sure to cover my tracks then.”

“It’s just part of my job!” Delilah says.

You realize that if you don’t say something convincing, you’ll end up dead in the very near future.

>”You just saved my life last night! Are you going to abandon me to die now?” (Talk to Delilah)

>”I reported to my superiors where I was going before I came here. It’s too late to cover your tracks now!” (Lie, your report isn’t due for a few more days)

>”If you let me go, I’ll forget I ever met you. I won’t even mention anything to my superiors!”

>Take a stab at what Nathan is trying to hide (Write-in)

>Other

Apologies, but tomorrow night I'll be out of town in a place where it would be faster to walk home and update than to try to post anything using the god-awful internet in the sticks.

So my next update will be sunday night instead of tomorrow night. I'm very sorry.

>inb4 "OP you specifically said 'Updates are daily'"
I SAID I WAS SORRY OKAY? sobs

>>3754462
>Take a stab at what Nathan was trying to hide

The eldritch horror part is a danger to us all. Wanted to get it out before Jung left but oh well.

>Take a stab at what Nathan was trying to hide

Nathan had been scared of what you were going to say about the cult. That meant that there had been something going on in the cult that Nathan didn’t want someone in the room to hear about, either Jungczant or Delilah.

If you could present yourself as a source of information on that ‘forbidden subject’, you might be able to live out the day. It would have been better if Jungczant had stayed in the room in case he was the one Nathan didn’t want knowing. But now, you would just have to hope that Delilah was the one that Nathan had feared.

As to the subject of what Nathan was hiding, you had a very good guess what that was.

“The eldr!” As soon as you start speaking, you feel the pressure on your shoulder lessen, the tip of a shoe brush against you hair. Just as suddenly, you feel a wind above your head, seemingly blowing away the foot poised to crush your skull.

“Why don’t you let Tristan finish what he’s going to say?” You hear Delilah ask politely, her voice cordial and cold again, “Sit up, Tristan.”

You begin to get up.

“I only said sit up, Tristan.”

You pull yourself into a sitting position. Delilah stood at one side, standing tall above you, her face an unreadable mask. Sprawled on the other side was the man you had seen back in the Cult’s basement, Nathan. One leg was bent at an unnatural angle, broken halfway down the shin. Nathan’s pant leg was soaked dark where the break was.

“Tristan, can you tell me what you were going to say? ‘Eldritch’ something or other? I’m very curious.”
Delilah’s cold, flat voice sent chills down your spine.

>”T-there was an Eldritch Horror being kept in the Warehouse on the grounds of Nathan’s ‘asset’.”

>”W-what will happen to me if I tell you?”

>”O-only if you promise you’ll let me go if I tell you.”

>Run away!

>Other

>>3761803
>"There was an Eldritch Horror being kept in the Warehouse in the grounds of Nathan's 'asset'. Pretty sure they were feeding members to it. Pastor might have been eating them himself though. "

Damn Delilah has a really high powerlevel. Strongest character we've ever met?

>>3762747
No, Tristan has had very intense religious experiences before.

But Delilah's up there in the world.

>>3761803

>”T-there was an Eldritch Horror being kept in the Warehouse on the grounds of Nathan’s ‘asset

>”T-there was an Eldritch Horror being kept in the Warehouse on the grounds of Nathan’s ‘asset’ …”

“T-there was an Eldritch Horror being kept in Warehouse on the grounds of Nathan’s ‘asset’,” You explain. The Templar only selected the most courageous of it’s initiates to become Knights, but you still couldn’t help stammering. The pressure you felt from Delilah was immense, heavy and dangerous. “There was strong evidence to suggest the Cult was feeding members to it, although the Cult’s leader may have been eating them himself.”

“Nathan, is this true?” Delilah asks.

Nathan nods sullenly. “Yes.”

“Hmm, this is more complicated than I thought …” Delilah mused, “Good thing it’s not my job to deal with it! Ahahaha!”
With a laugh, Delilah’s serious demeanour disappeared, “Okay, follow me, Tristan. Jungczant’s probably going to put you under protection since you’re now a valuable informant.”

Delilah turns around and walks down the hallway. You get up and follow after her. A short way down a dark hallway and through a door of frosted glass later, you find yourself in a cramped, messy office. Light streamed in from a row of narrow windows behind the desk. Low retail bookshelves lined the walls, all stuffed with books on every academic and arcane subject imaginable. A row of filing cabinets stood against the far wall.

“Is everything resolved, Delilah?” The owner of the room asked. You got your first good look at Jungczant, he was a thin man apparently in his late fourties, completely nondescript except for the ornate nail guards on his right ring and little finger, nearly five inches in length each. You guessed that those were probably his catalyst. His desk was covered in a combination of old tomes, office files, and loose paper. You could see the glint of a six-pack of beer under his chair.

“Almost, but, there’s something you should know,” Delilah replied, “Tristan here knows something about some investments that shouldn’t have been made in Los Angeles.”

“In Marion’s territory?” Jungczant sighed, “Marion isn’t going to appreciate that. What exactly is the nature of this ‘bad investment’?”

“Someone funded a Cult that was actively summoning outsiders.”

Jungczant sucked in his breath, “You mean physical manifestations?”

“Seems so,”

“That will be something Hong Kong wants to hear about.”

Delilah nodded. “I agree. I’d skip informing Marion entirely if I were you … do you have the right contacts?”

Jungczant gave a slight shrug, “One or two,”

“That’s good. I’ll leave Tristan in your care then, okay?”

“I’ll take good care of him.” Jungczant promised, before turning to you, “Your name is Tristan, right?”

>”Yes it is.” (Say nothing else)

>”What are you going to do with me? How are you going to protect me?”

>”Delilah was telling me about you. She advised me to ask if I could run any errands for you.”

>”You should know, I am a member of the Templar and if I go missing, people WILL come looking for me.

>Other

>>3764961
>”Delilah was telling me about you. She advised me to ask if I could run any errands for you.”

Lets not tell them who we are and play dumb lets this way we can gain info for thr order

>>3764961
>"You should know, I am a member of the Templar."

>>3765652
Would be a good idea, but Delilah clearly already knows about our organization and membership in it from the warning she gave Nathan. Plus this guy is Templar sanctioned anyway.

>>3765722
I mean she would know of it as its pretty open and well known in magic parts.
But i dont think every member would be known as we not even a full templer kinght power lvl might be too low to really know who we are.
Same with thr mage, they know we are involved somehow but not where we from??

>>3766756
For the purposes of counting the votes, do you mean to agree with >>3765652 or are you just discussing the different possibilities?

Or have you voted already and posting from a different IP address?

Rolled 6 (1d6)

There's a tie right now so 1d6 time

>Odds - Don't say Tristan is Templar
>Evens - Say Tristan is Templar

>"You should know, I am a member of the Templar."

“You should know, I am a member of the Templar.” You inform Jungczant.

“Ah, is that so?” Jungczant gives a thin, distrusting smile.

“It makes sense,” Delilah chimed in, “No other organization in North America would be interested in exterminating the … what did you decide to name them, Jung?”

“Immundiphagi Jungczant replied, “The ‘Eaters of the Unclean’,”

“Eh? I liked the name I thought of for them more: Roof Stalkers!”

“As appropriate as that name is, it is of limited occult and symbological significance,” Jungczant protested, “But you say that this young man here was hunting them? Does he tend to involve himself with Eldritch Creatures?”

“Well … I guess you could call what he was doing, ‘hunting’,” Delilah said, “But I don’t really know what he’s been doing …”

“Excuse me, does my status as a member of the Templar mean nothing to you?” You interject, annoyed with how they were discussing you as if you weren’t even in the room, as well as slightly concerned where the conversation would eventually lead.

Jungczant intertwines his fingers, leaning forwards on his elbows and staring you right in the eye.
“And how would you like your status as a Templar to be regarded?” He asks in a businesslike tone.

>”The Templar sanctioned you instead of purging you. We are the reason you are permitted to practise magic”

>It means we are allies. I hope you will treat me as such.

>”I thought it would be something you would want to know.”

>”There will be consequences for any dishonest treatment of me.”

>”It means that, if you want, I can exchange information for a guarantee of safety.”

>>3767142
>It means we are allies. I hope you will treat me as such.
I mean we almost got killed 2 times in 2 days soo lets not act all powerful

>>3767142
Yeah backing
>>3767246

>It means we are allies. I hope you will treat me as such.
[+1 Idealistic]

“It means we are allies. I hope you will treat me as such.” You answer.

“So that is how it seems from your point of view …” Jungczant muses, “But is the position of a Sanctioned Mage really the position of an ally? ‘To Sanction’ means ‘To Permit to Exist’. I am required by your Order to limit my work to very specific fields, and the rules I follow are entirely in the interest of a party other than myself. It is true I have assisted the Templar in the past. I am happy to assist when it benefits both parties, and it is the nature of research that it is always advanced, thus benefited, by a correspondence between two separate researchers. But as a ‘Sanctioned’ Mage, the exchange of research is not the only facet of my relationship with your Order. So tell me Tristan, would you consider the relationship between a typical Sanctioned Mage and the Templar be mutually beneficial enough to be considered a relationship between two allies?”

“Hey, Jung, if you’re not careful, you’ll scare him.” Delilah commented.

Naturally, you were concerned. You were under the custody of a man of what you realized was now dubious loyalty.

“Is that so?” Jungczant turns away from Delilah back towards you, before giving a slight bow, “I am sorry if I alarmed you. Let me reassure you that no unnecessary harsh treatment will be inflicted on you. But please understand, the Templar are not the only authority I am subject to as a mage.”

>”You should be thankful the Templar allow you to practise magic at all.”

>”I admit that the relationship between the Templar and Sanctioned Mages is unbalanced, but it is a necessity.”

>”What other authorities are you subject to as a Mage?”

>”There are many reasons why magic must be restricted in it’s usage that are hard to appreciate from a Mage’s point of view.”

>”I am only concerned with whether I will be able to walk away from this.”

>Other

>>3769458
>”I admit that the relationship between the Templar and Sanctioned Mages is unbalanced, but it is a necessity.” other ways people would just be hurling fire balls at everything.

Keep that bit about other authorities for our report

>>3769458
>"What other authorities are you subject to as a mage?"

Rolled 6 (1d6)

Tie so 1d6

>Odds - ”I admit that the relationship between the Templar and Sanctioned Mages is unbalanced, but it is a necessity.”

>Evens - "What other authorities are you subject to as a mage?"

>"What other authorities are you subject to as a mage?"
[+1 Erudite]

“Other authorities? What other authorities would you be subject to as a mage?” You ask. The existence of another authority Jungczant was under … did an unknown organization of Mages exist? One with hierarchy and ranks as authority would imply? If one did, it was something you would have to report immediately, the Templar would not tolerate the existence of another organization like themselves, they would spare no effort in it’s eradication. And such eradications were costly. Many archivists back in the Main Temple pointed to the last one as the beginning of an organization-wide period of decline.

“Unfortunately, it would not be healthy for you to know, Tristan.” Jungczant replies in a neutral voice, “I did promise not to inflict unnecessary hardship on you … but while we’re on this topic, we can outline what will be happening to you while you are in my care. In a few minutes, you will be blindfolded and escorted by armed guards to an unknown location, please do not hold any illusions that they will be gentle with you if you resist. Any belongings in your hotel room will be brought to you, I promise you that no searching more than necessary will be done. You will be detained for a period that is sufficient for a decision to be made, during which you will not speak with anyone other than your guards. If you are still alive after, you likely will be after you cooperate, you will make a report but you will only report what we allow you to. After that, you will likely be released.”

>”People know that I visited you.” (lie)

>”People will grow suspicious if I don’t make a report soon.”

>”Why do you have armed guards working for you? How long will I be detained?”

>”I’m willing to accept the risk that comes so tell me whose authority you are subject to.”

>Other

>>3771044
>"Why go to all that trouble? Surely whatever you have planned for this unknown location can be done here. I'm hardly going to try to escape with that Nathan fellow waiting outside."

>>3771789
Sure y not

>Write-in

“Why would you go through so much trouble?” You ask, “Surely whatever you have planned for this unknown location can be done here. I'm hardly going to try to escape with Nathan waiting outside."

“Hmmm, isn’t Nathan lying on the ground with a broken leg?” Delilah says in a seemingly innocent-sounding voice, “I’m sure that you could get past him somehow …”

“Well regardless, you might spend a night or two in our care, and I’d rather not have that happen in my office,” Jungczant offhandedly comments.

Just then, you hear footsteps behind you.
“We’re here, Jungczant.”
Jungczant nods in acknowledgement.

You turn around. At the doorway stood two men, innocuous-looking save that one of them had a sheathed Jian resting on his shoulder. The other had a pistol clutched in one hand. They step closer to you, flanking you on either side.

Jungczant holds out his hand, palm-up as if to collect something, “We can’t get into your room without your room key, so if you would kindly give it to us …”

>Give him the key

>Don’t give him the key. You don’t trust him with your belongings.

>You won’t abide by this! Struggle out of their grip!

>>3773082
How abut i come with you and get my things

>>3773302
I support this. We may be in their care but it doesn't mean we should fully trust them.

>>3773082
>"If you have unsupervised accees to my equipment I'll have to send it back to my organization for analysis and request a new set. So I'd appreciate if you skipped this step. I can live without my stuff for a couple days."

If they still insist give them the key though, or ask for other anons write in.

>Write-in

“How about I accompany you and retrieve my belongings myself?” You suggest.

“Unfortunately, that won’t be possible,” Jungczant replies, “It’s never wise to accept a suggestion on a course of action from a prisoner, especially one as capable as a Knight of the Templar. Now, are you going to give me your keys, Tristan?”

You stare at Jungczant’s outstretched hand. As polite as he had been, you still don’t feel that Jungczant is a man you can trust.
"If you have unsupervised access to my equipment I'll have to send it back to my organization for analysis and request a new set. So I'd appreciate it if you didn’t handle my equipment. I can live without it for a couple days."

“I’m sure you can live without your atelier for a few days as well,” Jungczant replied, “However, we might need you to make use of it. Now, your keys?”

Reluctantly, you draw your keys from your pocket and deposit them in Jungczant’s open palm. They immediately disappear into Jungczant’s own pocket.

“Thank you for your cooperation, Tristan.” Jungczant says, right before a blindfold is wrapped around your head and a set of handcuffs snaps shut around your wrists behind your back.

You feel yourself get led out of the mall and through an unknown part of the top floor. Perhaps your captors thought they were disorienting your sense of direction. If so, they were underestimating the full extent of Templar mind-sensory conditioning. Even if they had spun you around, you were confident that you could still easily find your way back to Jungczant’s office.

A dozen turns down unseen hallways, and you’re unsure of where you are except for a sense that you’re somewhere north of Jungczant’s office. Then, a trip down an elevator. From the sound it made and the air circulation inside, a large service elevator meant for produce and heavy furniture.
… You feel the sensation of an asphalt floor beneath your feet. Were you outside? … No, there was no breeze, and you couldn’t feel the sun on your skin. Then an underground parking lot.

“Get in,” A voice on your right, the pistol-holder?
You feel yourself forced into some kind of vehicle. You’re in the middle of the back seat, your two guards sit down as well, sandwiching you on either side. You smell a lit cigarette somewhere in front of you, hear soft breathing. There were three men in this car other than you. Your two guards and a driver …

You feel the cold sensation of a pistol’s muzzle pressed against your ribs. “I don’t want any trouble, okay?”

The car’s doors close, the engine rumbles to life …

>You have to escape before they take you wherever they’re taking you. You’d bet on being able to elbow the pistol-holder faster than he can react somewhere important for staying alive.

>You’ll wait for when the car’s in motion, when the driver is too focused on driving to be a factor in your escape.

>No, escape is too risky now. You’ll have to cooperate with them for the time being.

>Other

>>3775392
>You’ll wait for when the car’s in motion, when the driver is too focused on driving to be a factor in your escape.
We need to find a way to make the pistol wielder more at ease so he drops his guard fractionally.

>>3775392
>Escape is too risky now. Cooperate for the time being.

They have our key and all our equipment. Plus Nathan's out there and I'm not confident we can take him even with a broken leg. Assuming he doesn't have healing magic.

>>3775392
>You’ll wait for when the car’s in motion, when the driver is too focused on driving to be a factor in your escape.

>>3776259
Listen, as soon as we escape we can call the spear guy to give us back up. We might even be able to beat Jungczant to our stuff.

It's getting late for me and this update is taking longer than usual to write so I'm going to update in the morning instead.
Nice discussion over what to do btw.

>You’ll wait for when the car’s in motion, when the driver is too focused on driving to be a factor in your escape.

“Wait,” One of your guard tells your driver. You feel a small weight from your pocket disappear as one of your guards pats you down and finds your folding straightsword. You feel a yanking on your handcuffs as they were tested. Your guards must have been satisfied as the next thing they said to your driver was “Go ahead.”
You feel the car shift into motion.

It was pitiful, really, what they had thought would be able to restrain a full Knight of the Templar. But then again, what else could you expect? As a Sanctioned Mage, Jungczant probably never had the opportunity to see just how terrifying the Templar were in combat. You could have tried to escape right now surrounded by armed guards and still given yourself a 40% chance of success of getting out of the car. But instead, you decide to bide your time for the opportunity you knew was coming.

The car tilts as it goes up some kind of ramp. Soon, you feel it speed up as it presumably got onto the main street. You wait about a quarter of an hour, deducing what direction the car was taking you … About twenty or so kilometers west from where you had gotten onto the vehicle, judging by how long you had been in the car and the speeds average traffic conditions you had seen on your way here permitted.

Your driver was now fully immersed in driving, a non-factor. Right now was when your guards would least expect an escape attempt. Your chance had come.

Ever so slightly, you lean forwards, keeping your position for long enough for the pistol wielder on your right to assume you were just getting comfortable. Really, you were freeing enough space for the hands cuffed behind your back to work.

Suddenly, your elbow shoots to your side into the bicep of the pistol-wielder. The Jian wielder shouted. The Pistol wilder’s hand spasmed, forcing him to drop the pistol. You thrust your elbow into his jaw, shattering it and knocking him unconscious. You doubt that he even had the chance to react to your lightning fast blows.
Bentham had always believed that the hard elbow was the most functionally lethal part of the human body. Right now, you were inclined to agree with your mentor.

The Jian wielder had his sword halfway out of its scabbard. He was inhumanly fast, as you had expected. no one who hadn’t received mental conditioning and nerve augmentation of some sort would be foolish enough to wield a sword in this time and age.
But by inhuman standards, he was slow and you were faster. Even without your sense of sight to guide you, you were more lethal. You lean back and trap his hand with a free leg, guessing where it should be, before he can complete his draw. The Jian really was too long a sword to wield effectively in the tight confines of a car.
You force his hand back down with your leg, resheathing his sword. Then, you kick out with your other leg, a full-force frontal kick smashing into his face. His head whipped back and you kicked out again, this time aiming for his chin. There was a painful sounding crack and the second guard slumped limp.

Less than ten seconds had passed. The driver was just beginning to realize something was going wrong behind him.
“Hey, what’s going on back there?” You hear him shout.

Desperately, you twist your arms out from behind your head. You bite down on your lip to cope with the pain, the skin breaks and blood trickles down your chin. Without skipping a beat from that painful show of flexibility, you reach into the driver’s seat, wrapping your hands around his head.
Your joints flare in pain and protest. Your seatbelt digs into your shoulder. You violently twist your driver’s head to one side, instantly breaking his neck.

The car swerves, then spins out of control. You act fast, despite the screaming of your abused joints. A second later, you’ve unbuckled your seatbelt, unlocked the car door, and flung it open to jump out …

>Roll a 1d100 to see how badly Tristan gets injured. First three rolls will be accepted.

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>3778163
Let's hope it's not too bad.

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>3778163

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>3778163
Inb4 nat one and we break a leg like Nathan

>>3778274
That would be more like a neack

2-25: You break your leg
26-50: You twist your ankle
51-75: You tear a muscle
76-99: You’re barely scratched

>You twist your ankle

You have one reroll left. Would you like to reroll your lowest die for a potentially higher or lower result?

>>3779537
Noop il take it

>>3779717
And if we can, make sure we finsh off the gurds and driver

>>3779537
No thank you. It might be more valuable later on.

>>3779537
Nah. We can heal a twisted ankle pretty easy right?

>>3779755
Not easily per say, you would have to sit down for a few hours again.

>>3780144
I can accept that

>You twist your ankle

You jump blindly into whatever awaits you outside the car door, hitting the pavement and rolling across it, out of control and carried by inertia.
You pick yourself up off the ground, disoriented about what had happened since you jumped … There had been the screech of rubber against pavement, angry honking, the sound of a crash …

The honking continued. You pull off the blindfold, finding yourself sitting in the middle of a main street, miraculously unharmed. There was a car behind you … the source of the honking. The car which you had escaped from … had slammed into another vehicle in an intersection. There were multiple bystanders and at least one had their phones out, taking pictures or calling the police.

“Hey, get out of the fucking way, asshole!”
The driver of the car behind you had rolled down his side mirror and was yelling at you. You complied, standing up and … A lance of pain shot up your leg. You did your best to hobble away, barely keeping yourself from collapsing. It seemed that you had sprained your ankle. Well, you shouldn’t have expected to jump out of a moving vehicle and escape unscathed. At the very least, you were better off than if you had stayed in the car.

>Salvage the wreckage of the car

>Hobble away before anyone starts asking questions

>Find the nearest cafe to sit down and heal yourself

>Just sit down and let yourself be found by the authorities/emergency services

>Other

>>3780266
>Salvage the wreckage

One of those guards nicked our folding sword

>>3780266
Salvage the wreckage of the car

>Salvage the wreckage of the car

As much as you felt you needed to vacate the area, you had to at least retrieve your Folding Straight Sword. You hobble over to the car wreck, wincing in pain every step of the way. If you didn’t do something about your leg soon, you doubt it will take any more walking.

The front of the car was completely crumpled in. However, the back of the car was relatively intact, which was good, since it meant you could get your belongings. You rummage through the wreckage and find your straightsword in the Jian holder’s pocket, as well as a set of keys which you use to unlock yourself.

Tristan’s current inventory
>Folding Straightsword
>Pocket Grimoire
>Bulletproof Windbreaker
>Isolde’s notes

You glance at his head lolling on his broken neck. He wouldn’t be causing you any grief any time soon. Nor would the driver. You glance at the pistol wielder. He was still breathing. You flick out just enough blade to slit his neck and finish him off.

>You should leave before anyone starts asking questions

>Find the nearest cafe to sit down and heal yourself

>Check on the driver and passengers of the car that your captors crashed into

>Other

>>3781163
>You should leave before anyone starts asking questions

>>3781163
>You should leave.
Find a makeshift crutch and GTFO.

>>3781163
>You should leave

Later nerds

>You should leave before anyone starts asking questions

It wouldn’t be long until emergency services arrived. You had no desire to get caught up in the chaos that would bring. It was time for you to leave. You quickly look around the wreckage for a piece of scrap metal that could serve as a crutch, but unfortunately, none of the wreckage fits your criteria. You’ll have to make do with hobbling away on your own power.

Your injury must have been worse than you thought. You can only hobble a few blocks before you feel an impending collapse. From there, it takes all you have to reach the nearest alleyway, lean against the wall, and slowly slide onto the filthy ground. Somewhere in the distance, you hear ambulance sirens.
There was something nostalgic about this, wasn’t there? You guess, deep down, you’d always be an urchin from the alleys …

You shake your head, clearing it of unnecessary thoughts. Now was a time where you would need all of your focus. There had been no way to disguise the wounds of your captors in such a short amount of time. As soon as anyone got a good look at the bodies, they would know that they had been murdered, not killed in a car crash. Then the sirens you would be hearing would be those of the police.

>You need to get back to your hotel room as soon as possible and retrieve your things before Jungczant’s men get there first

>You should find the nearest phone and enlist Lin’s help

>You’re not going to be able to go anywhere without healing your leg first

>Other

>>3783081
>You should find the nearest phone and enlist Lin’s help

>>3783081
>Find a phone and enlist Lin

If possible something we can also use as a crutch, or makeshift brace.

I'm very tired today so I'll update early tomorrow morning instead.

>You should find the nearest phone and enlist Lin’s help

As it was, you were unprepared to deal with the coming fallout of your escape with only the resources you had on hand. There was no way Jungczant wouldn’t be angered by you killing his men. At the very least, he would likely send more after you. In a worst-case scenario, you would have Delilah pursuing you.

But there was no way for him to know about your escape right now, nor would there be for a few more minutes. It was in this narrow window that your actions would decide whether you escaped or were captured again, perhaps killed.

You rise to your feet, before immediately collapsing. Your ankle hadn’t gotten any better. Supporting yourself against the alley wall, you look around for anything that could serve as a crutch … there! An abandoned shipping pallet. You hobble over to it. A few hammerfists on your part liberates a single plank for your use.
You lean on your new crutch, taking the weight off your leg. This was significantly easier. Now all you needed to do was find a phone.

>Find the nearest public phone. You have some spare change.

>You shouldn’t walk too much. Walk into the nearest public establishment and ask to borrow their phone.

>You don’t want to be seen in public. Relieve the nearest passerby of their phone.

>Other

>>3784787
>Nearest public phone

Quickest option, what with the unlock codes on personal phones.

>>3784787
>nearest public establishment
We really should avoid walking on a sprained ankle. It needs to be elevated with a bag of ice to reduce swelling.

Rolled 1 (1d6)

It's a tie so I'll roll a 1d6

>Odds: Nearest public phone
>Evens: Nearest public establishment

>Nearest public phone

The easiest thing to do would be to find the nearest public phone. You experimentally take a few steps, before almost falling over, regaining your balance at the last second. A few more steps and you think you’ve hammered out a working system. Now all you had to do was maintain this gait until you got to your phone. You wonder if you can. Well, you’ll have to.

Stumbling through the streets, you attract the eyes of everyone you pass by. But who could blame them? You were a man covered in dust and a blood, hobbling like a cripple and leaning heavily on a plank of wood. That being said, you were grateful you were able to find that plank, it took most of the weight off your ankle, alleviating a sizeable portion of the pain. You only almost fall twice before you reach a suitable telephone booth.

But reach one you do. You take a minute to recall the number Ike gave you, longer than usual for you, since you only got a glimpse of it before pocketing it. Then, you pick up the phone and dial.

....
……

It doesn’t take long for Ike to pick up the phone.
“Hello? Who is this?”

“It’s Tristan.” You reply, “Look, I’ve got limited time, so I’ll make this short: I need your help, Ike.”

“Okay, I’ve got you. What can I do?”
Just as you thought, Ike turned out to be quite reliable.

>I need you to pick me up. My address is xxxx

>I need you to retrieve my belongings. I’m in Room xxxx

>Other

>>3786678
>I need you to retrieve my belongings. I'm in room xxx. There are others going there to steal them, so it's time sensitive. Thank you.

Mole here.

I'm planning to accelerate my update schedule to multiple updates scattered across the day. However, I will only do this if people are able to keep up with this update schedule.

Is it possible for you people to check for updates two or three times a day? If so, I will update multiple times a day.

>>3786678
>I need you to retrieve my belongings. I'm in room xxx. There are others going there to steal them, so it's time sensitive. Thank you.
Yeah, we should probably warn him about Delilah.

>>3786932
I can do that. My schedule varies throughout the day but I like browsing threads on my downtime.

>>3786932
Yeah I'm a filthy phoneposter so unless I'm busy at work or asleep I'll see updates and vote.

I'm busy at work a lot though.

>I need you to retrieve my belongings. I'm in room xxx. There are others going there to steal them, so it's time sensitive. Thank you.
“I need you to retrieve my belongings,” You tell Ike, “I’m in room xxx. There are others going there to steal them, so it’s time sensitive.”

“Damn,” Ike whistles, “You got yourself into some shit, didn’t you?”

“One could say that,” You admit, “I expect the people after my belongings to be rather weak. Expect some minor mental conditioning and augmentation, but nothing that can really compare to Templar standards.”

“I understand,” Ike replies, “Is there anything else I should know about your situation before I go?”

>Tell Ike about Jungczant. It’s dangerous to have a traitor in your midst and not know about it.

>Ike doesn’t need to know about Jungczant. It would only complicate the situation in Winterpine.

>Tell Ike that a dangerous assassin might be helping retrieve your things.

>Don’t tell Ike about Delilah, it’s dangerous for YOU and besides, she’s probably not helping retrieve your stuff.

>>3788049
>Tell Ike about Jungczant, but don't tell him about Delilah.
If we're going to ask for help, let's not set up our bro for failure.

>>3788049
I'll back
>>3788507

We ought to tell him at some point about Delilah, but right now would take too long.

>Tell Ike about Jungczant, but don't tell him about Delilah.

“The enemy is working for Jungczant,” You tell Ike, “Although what their relationship with him is is unknown to me.”

“Jungczant turned traitor?” Ike swore, “I wouldn’t have expected that ... we’ll have to deal with him later.”

“That we will,” You agree. No matter what transpired, the duty of the Templar always remained the same when dealing with rogue Mages.

“I’ll take care of your stuff then. I’ll call you when I’ve got it,”

[i]klik[/i]. With that, Ike hung up. You stepped out of the telephone booth.
Then, out of the corner of your eye, you see a blue-uniformed police officer wandering down the street, questioning people as he walked by. He sees you as well.

“HEY!” He shouts, before breaking into a run towards you.

>Run away

>Trip him, then run away

>Knock him unconscious, then run away

>Just let him arrest you. As a member of the Templar, you’ll be released soon anyways.

>>3789310
>Trip him then run.
With our wounded ankle, we won't be able to outspeed this guy, but knocking someone unconscious could cause serious brain damage. Should we suspect the cops of being part of this whole conspiracy?

>>3789310
>Knock him out then run
We're on a pretty time sensitive mission, and jail is the first place jung and del will look when they hear about the escape.

>>3789310
Knock him unconscious, then run away

>Knock him out then run

You wait patiently for the police officer to reach you.

“Hey you, were you at the crash four blocks …”
The cop’s demands are interrupted by a chop to the side of the neck. You catch him as collapses, lowering him to the ground.

You look around you. Half a dozen people were looking at you. You had half a dozen eyewitnesses.

The only thing you could do now was run. There were too many people to threaten.
So you pick up your plank, turn around, and hobble away.

END OF THREAD

That was just thread 11. A lot of things happened this time, I hope all of you are having fun.

New thread Tuesday. Probably.

Until then, I will answer all Question/Comments/Criticisms until the thread 404's itself.

>>3790478
Thanks for running?

Don't suppose people in this city are strong believers in ACAB? Perhaps it's a city with many supporters of the BLM movement?

>>3791398
Not more than any other city. They'll still be concerned with a guy knocking a cop out.

>>3792892
Dang, I was hoping they'd cheer. At least we have that Templar influence to get the manhunt dropped.

>>3793448
They would have to realize there was a manhunt first.

>>3793460
Eh. We can mention it when we're tattling on Jungy.