>>5383859

Snuff SigurdsÖnn

>>5383859
Bobbington Ducksworth.

Chuckington Sneedsworth

>>5383859 (OP)
Bobbington Ducksworth ESQUIRE

Bobbington Ducksworth

>>5383859
>Elsweyr

>>5383859
Stankus, Burgler of Turds

>>5383859
Bezwzględny Pietraszkiewicz, but most people just call us Bezzie

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>Bobbington Ducksworth
>Snuff Sigurdsonn

You are BOBBINGTON DUCKWORTH, or, as is your wizard nom de sorcellerie, SNUFF SIGURDSONN.

An erstwhile pupil at the capital’s SAINT AUGUST CONSERVATORY, your professors took notice of your natural talent for magic and recommended you for a specialized practicum with the hermitic great witch SIGRID DE HAUTDESERT.

You’ve since been with the witch at her remote GREEN CHAPEL for six months now–scrubbing chicken crap from the floorboards, cooking her food, and doing her laundry–all, you’re sure, just part of your magical training.

>Attend to daily chores.
>Consider the great witch Sigrid.
>Consider other residents of the Green Chapel.
>Write-In.

>>5384475
>>Consider the great witch Sigrid.

>>5384475
>Consider other residents of the Green Chapel.
The Great Witch is surely too great to even CONSIDER with any flippancy. Such a great personage demands meditative focus!

>>5384475
Loving the chickens

>Consider others

>>5384475
>Consider the great witch Sigrid.
Truly she is without fault, a paragon of witchcraft which all should aspire too!

>>5384475
>Attend to daily chores.
You got a job to do intern

>>5384475
>>Attend to daily chores.

>>5384475
>Consider the great witch Sigrid.
Is she really that great?

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>>5385212

The Great Witch Sigrid de Hautdesert the Disinherited, at twenty-nine years old your master and one of just a few in known history to earn the title of great.

A student once at the capital’s conservatory (like yourself), she was disinherited and expelled for her heretical interests in unknown branches of magic–only for her work to pioneer brand new worlds of magical study and practice, tantamount to the discovery of a fifth state of matter in the world of science.

But in spite of her prestige, she tends toward seclusion in her faraway GREEN CHAPEL near the edges of the PRIMORDIAL SEA. A famous misanthrope, she’s known to deny both neophyte and senior magic users alike the chance to work with her. You, it seems, are the first she’s ever taken on as an apprentice.

And though your apprenticeship has gone on for half a year now, you haven’t actually seen her much. A glimpse here and there, when you drop her dinner or freshly-washed bloomers off at her door. And she usually berates you. But you’re sure this is all just part of your path to becoming a great mage yourself!

>Attend to daily chores.
>Consider the other residents of the Green Chapel.
>Examine your quarters.
>Write-In.

Consider the overtly large mammaries

>>5385270
>Attend to daily chores.
WITH GUSTO! The Great Lady Sigrid has entrusted us with the daily maintenance of her home. It must be spotless.

>>5385270
Very great indeed!
>Consider that rad chicken from the first image

>>5385270
>Attend to daily chores.

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>Attend to daily chores.

You decide to get to your daily chores–all the usual fare of cooking the house’s meals, scrubbing the floorboards of chicken poop, running your lady’s clothing through the laundry rack, dusting up shelves in the store rooms, keeping track of magical materials in the ledger, setting the table, and whatever other janitorial duties the day demands of you.

Your domestic work here has been so strenuous as to leave little room for much proper magical study. In fact, your “tutelage” here has been left up to you, usually as a chapter or two out of your college textbook before you get to bed each night. But your lady is a busy witch, so you suppose you ought to be grateful to even share a house with her.

You wake up at no less than the crack of dawn–5 A.M–every morning for your first lesson of the day, breakfast. Your master’s preferred breakfast–poached eggs atop a fresh-baked muffin with wilted spinach and hollandaise sauce–can take some time to complete, after all.

[...]

You make your way up the stairs to your master’s door, the intermediary through which most of your communications take place. You usually leave your meals here for her with a knock and an announcement, but.. the red braised venison you left for dinner last night is still sat before the door. Your lady’s never missed a meal like this before.

>Knock on the door and announce you’ve brought her breakfast.
>Knock on the door and ask if she’s alright.
>Barge into her room. She may be sick!
>Write-In.

>>5385400
>Knock on the door and ask if she’s alright.
Slowly open door if theres no response.

Also i really dig your art, exquisite style.

>>5385400
>Knock on the door and ask if she’s alright.

>>5385400
Knock on the door

>>5385400
>Knock on the door and announce you’ve brought her breakfast.

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>Knock on the door and ask if she’s alright.

You rap on the vast green door twice. You've not once lain bare knuckle on your lady's door before, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

"Lady Sigrid?" You query the woodcut veneer. "I've brought you your breakfast. And I see you've not touched last night's dinner. Was it not to your liking? Or.. are you alright?"

You hear an awkward, panicked shuffling, the rolling of glass across floor before a voice rings out in response. “I’m fine. I’ll get it in a second.” A female voice barks back. “Just leave it there, Sigurdsonn.”

Your brow furrows. The voice that met yours was certainly not your master’s. It was strange--bratty and piddling, not at all like your fair lady’s deep and commanding tone.

>Burst into the room. There may be a thief afoot.
>Ask if your master might show her face.
>Use a spell to knock the door down and catch the intruder by surprise.
>Write-In.

>>5385747
Do we have any spells to help us see through the eyes of an animal? See if we can get to an open window near Lady Sigrid's bedroom, enchant a chicken, then send them in to check on the situation.

>>5385782
>>5385747
+1

proposition teacher for sex

>>5385747
>Ask if your master might show her face.

>>5385747
>Ask if your master might show her face.

>>5385747
>ask our master if she might have a cold, her voice doesn't sound as usual...

It could be some kind of transformation spell gone wrong, we don't want to be rude yet

>>5385747

>Burst into the room. There may be a thief afoot.

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>Ask if your master might show her face.
>ask our master if she might have a cold, her voice doesn't sound as usual...

“Ah! Might it be a cold, master? Your voice doesn’t sound as usual.” You posit to the door. “Would you mind letting me in? If you’d like, I can make some soup, or..”
“I’m fine! Just stay out!” The voice suddenly snaps back at you. “Here. Give me a moment..”

The door slowly creaks open to your master’s bedroom/workshop–dimly lit, you just make out a few stray sheafs of papers and bottles strewn out about the floor, a far cry from its typical immaculacy. But though open, you can still make out neither hide nor hair of your master, the voice hidden behind the door..

“I’m fine.” She repeats herself, voice still scratchy and uneven. “But if you’d insist upon my affairs, then make yourself useful and go fetch Van den Bos. I need to speak with him in private.”

>Insist that you see to your master. You’re her apprentice, after all, and it’d do you no good to see her sick.
>This all seems far too suspicious to leave well alone. Enter the room and get a good look at the voice.
>Go fetch Van den Bos. Maybe he’ll elucidate the situation for you.
>Write-In.

>>5386834
>This all seems far too suspicious to leave well alone. Enter the room and get a good look at the voice.
If this voice is an intruder or something they may be plotting to kill that guy.
Whoever he is.

>>5386834
>This all seems far too suspicious to leave well alone. Enter the room and get a good look at the voice.
Announce that you are entering unless you receive some form of proof from your teacher since this is all too suspicious

>>5386834
>>This all seems far too suspicious to leave well alone. Enter the room and get a good look at the voice.

sexo

>>5386834
>This all seems far too suspicious to leave well alone. Enter the room and get a good look at the voice.

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>This all seems far too suspicious to leave well alone. Enter the room and get a good look at the voice.

You decide to follow your gut instincts here. You know well enough that thieves, assassins, and other scoundrels of their ilk have set upon the chapel before. So, in spite of the lady’s shrill yaps at you to stop, you press past the door and make your way through into your master’s bedroom.

The room looks as if a thief really had torn through it. A maelstrom of stray papers carpet the floors, presumably your master’s research notes and old academic journals. A handful of glass bottles with old potion residue still stuck to the bottom lie strewn out overtop the sheets. And in the midst of the mess lies your master–at least, a bit of her.

The woman before you, for all intents and purposes, looks to be your master. She’s got the same keen glare in her eyes, the same brown nest of ringlets and curls beneath a green hat, the same gumwood burl staff.

But gone is her elaborate dress of ribbons and frills, in its place an ugly green gambeson slung over top a body less than a quarter of her original height–even you now stand a head above her. And from betwixt the nest of curls under her hat, you can make out the characteristic jumbo ears of a halfling. Your master is a human. Right?

“You–I..” Lady Sigrid stares agape, her mouth flopping open and shut, her face furrowing into a mix of panic, shock, and rage. “What are you doing, you idiot!?”

>Quickly leave the room. No harm, no foul, right?
>Ask to know what’s going on.
>Pinch her cheek.
>Write-In.

>>5386964
>Write-In.
Turn as red as a tomato.

>>5386964
>>Write-In
Ask her where Van den bos is since we've never even heard of him before

>>5386964
>Ask her where Van den bos is since we've never even heard of him before

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>Ask her where Van den bos is since we've never even heard of him before

You know well enough who VAN DEN BOS is. The only other resident of the GREEN CHAPEL besides you, your master, and the chickens, he tends to the in-house chicken coops and the green house--feeding and watering the birds, collecting eggs, trimming magic herbs, the like.

He was apparently once a royal executioner for the king, but was given as a gift to your lady. His proclivity for hard work without complaint and general silence made him the ideal housemate. And he's nice enough to you, if quiet. It's just that his vegetarianism can make his meal prep a challenge.

>>5387004
Then tell her that you'll fetch him in a giffy

>>5386964
>>5387004

>Turn as red as a tomato
>Then tell her that you'll fetch him in a giffy

>>5387004
>Pinch her cheek.

>>5387004
>>Turn as red as a tomato
>>Then tell her that you'll fetch him in a giffy

>>5387004
I wish to pick up the cute Sigrid.

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>Turn as red as a tomato
>Then tell her that you'll fetch him in a giffy

“Uhh–ah… yes! Yes, sorry, my lady.” You bow your head as you back out, stumbling over a rolling titration flask as you do. “I’ll fetch him in a jiffy!”

Your lady’s glare burns holes into the back of your head as you make from her bedroom. Your face glows red hot beneath the hood. You feel as if you’ve seen something you weren’t meant to–like peeping in on a bathing naiad, or watching the chickens going at it, or that time you saw a rat stealing plums from the larder.

[...]

You find the big lunk trimming the greenhouse decorative hedges and after convincing him of the urgency of the matter, manage to drag the wall of muscle back down the stairs to your lady’s bedroom. You find her still in place, still just as short, and her gaze still as sharp at you. You shuffle back.

“Excuse me, my lady–..” You move to bow out after your escort, but the witch raises her hand.
“There’s no need to leave. You thought it fit to ignore my instructions to see me like this, after all.” Lady Sigrid glowers. “Just stay here. I’ll get to you in a moment.”

Your lady speaks to the handyman without mind for your listening–not that you understand what she’s saying, though. “As you can see, the delivery hasn’t made it on time. I’ll have to file a complaint with the West Yaltra Company, but first, we’ll have to make up for the difference on our own. Get the legs out–eggs in the hearth, as usual.”
>Ask about her condition. The result of a potion experiment going wrong? A backfired spell? A curse?
>Ask what she’s talking to Van der Bos about.
>Mention that you think being short isn’t too bad. She can fit into cupboards and stuff now.
>Write-In.

>>5387152
>Mention that you think being short isn’t too bad. She is very cute in this form, after all.
How angy can we make the cute witch before she scolds us?

>>5387152
>Mention that you think being short isn’t too bad. She is very cute in this form, after all.

Let's insert this foot as far into the mouth as possible

>>5387152
>>Ask about her condition. The result of a potion experiment going wrong? A backfired spell? A curse?

>>5387152
>Ask about her condition. The result of a potion experiment going wrong? A backfired spell? A curse?
and then
>Mention that you think being short isn’t too bad. She is very cute in this form, after all.

Show concern AND bully her

>>5387160
>Mention that you think being short isn’t too bad. She is very cute in this form, after all.

Make sure to stutter a bit, then realize it was a slightly inappropriate thing to say and try to apologize

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>Ask about her condition. The result of a potion experiment going wrong? A backfired spell? A curse?
>Mention that you think being short isn’t too bad. She is very cute in this form, after all.

“If I may, my lady.” You cut into the conversation. “Would you mind if I ask what’s cut you in half like this? A potion gone wrong, or a spell backfire, or some resentful halfling’s curse..?”
“Hmph.” Sigrid casts her glare back to you. “I need you sworn to secrecy on this first, boy. It is of the utmost importance that my appearance like this remain a secret of the chapel.”
“Of course, master. You’ll have it on my wand. Or my head, if you’d like.” You salute. Your master shuffles about uncomfortably in her gambeson, her burl staff held tight to her chest before she begins again.

“If you’d insist upon it, I was born a halfling, not a human. My human body is for work.” Her words are low and vague. “But, as you can see, there’s a problem here that we need to rectify.”
“O-oh. I see!” You nod. You’ve not once heard of a great witch or wizard halfling before. “Well, if you must know, master, I don’t think being short is too bad. You’re cute in this form. Like a snail of some sort, or..”

Your lady gives you a wordless look that indicates it’s best for you to cut that thought short.

>Ask about how she turns herself into a human.
>Ask about what went wrong for her to become a halfling again.
>Ask how you can help her.
>Clarify that you meant a cute snail.
>Write-In.

>>5387523
>Clarify that you meant a cute snail.

>>5387523
>>Ask about how she turns herself into a human.
>>Clarify that you meant a cute snail.

>>5387523
>Ask how you can help her./ What she wanted to tell you before.

>>5387523
>Clarify that you meant a cute snail.

>>5387523
>Clarify that you meant a cute snail.
This thread is too damned adorable.

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>Clarify that you meant a cute snail.

"U-uh. You know, I meant a cute snail. Not one of those evil ones." You move to correct yourself. "And snails aren't gross, just so you know. I ate a snail at this restaurant back in the capital--"

A quick rap to the side of your head with her burl staff shuts you up quick enough. You lose 1 HP.

>Ask about how she turns herself into a human.
>Ask about what went wrong for her to become a halfling again.
>Ask how you can help her.
>Write-In.

>>5387620
>Ask about what went wrong for her to become a halfling again.
>Ask how you can help her.

>>5387620
>Ask how you can help her.

We really ought to make up for our rudeness at this point

>>5387620
> I ate a snail at this restaurant back in the capital-
We're kind of more a cook than a wizard huh?
>>5387631
+1

>>5387620
>>Ask about what went wrong for her to become a halfling again.
>>Ask how you can help her.

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>Ask about what went wrong for her to become a halfling again.
>Ask how you can help her.

“Uh.. what wrong, exactly, for you to revert to your original form?” You frown. You think to the spells you learnt of in college–basic illusions, transmogrification, mutation, mimic slime clothes.. “And is magic necessary? You could use some heels, or stilts, maybe.”

“I have a parcel set to arrive on the first of every month–ingredients necessary to create a human transpeciation potion potent enough to retain that form for another month. It’s expensive, but a necessity for this line of work.” The witch ignores your questions as she paces her room. “But the caravan hasn’t come. I’d guess they were taken by highwaymen or some stray beast, but guesses will do me no good.”

“Ah! So you need me to go out and find the caravan, then?” You posit, but your lady shakes her head.

“No. It would be a waste of time. The ingredients are valuable to thieves and delicious to monsters. And a letter of grievance won’t get me another parcel. But I need to get that body back.” She gnarls. “So I’ll just get the ingredients myself. If you want to help, then go find VAN DEN BOS. He should be at the hearth. Help him toss some eggs into the fire. Put all these chickens to good use.”

>Ask why she can’t just skip the potion this month. What’s with the urgency?
>Ask why she even has to maintain a human form at all.
>Go aid the handyman with the eggs for some reason.
>Write-In.

>>5387680
>Ask why she can’t just skip the potion this month. What’s with the urgency?
>Ask why she even has to maintain a human form at all.

>>5387680
Did she design her human body to have such humongous tits herself?
>Ask why she even has to maintain a human form at all.
Tbf why even bother? She lives in a secluded hermitage anyways, no one would find out. Seems like a waste of resources and time.

>>5387680
>Go aid the handyman with the eggs for some reason.
Now is not the time for questions, prejudice or something is probably the answer anyhow. Our lady needs our help now.

>>5387680
>Ask why she can’t just skip the potion this month. What’s with the urgency?
>Ask why she even has to maintain a human form at all.

>>5387683
>Ask why she can’t just skip the potion this month. What’s with the urgency?
>Ask why she even has to maintain a human form at all.
What's so bad about being a halfling? I'm certain plenty of them can get by just fine.

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>Ask why she can’t just skip the potion this month. What’s with the urgency?
>Ask why she even has to maintain a human form at all.

“I mean no offense, my lady, but.. why not just skip the potion this month? A month’s wait is paltry, really.” You offer. “And why keep a human form at all? You tend toward hermitage, do you not? And I don’t mind whether you’re short or not.”
“Ugh. Did you not take PROF. CORNWALLIS’ class at SAINT AUGUST..? MGT 104? The wine cask analogy?” She takes in your look of befuddlement with a sigh. “Ugh. Fine. I’ll try to simplify it for you. Those idiots at the academy..”

The witch moves to a barrel at her room’s corner. “Now, contrary to popular belief, different species all have the same innate capacity for magic–it’s inherent and consistent between all living things, like what those dogmatists in the capital cathedral might call a soul. A plant has the same magic as an elf has the same magic as a chicken. But what differs is their capacity to use that magic.”

She pokes at the barrel’s side. “Now picture a cask, filled to the brim with REUTLINGER RED. And let’s say you were to stick it with a corkscrew and make a hole to pour forth your drink. The rate and finesse at which you could pour differs based on the size, location, cut of the hole. The wine here is magic, and the hole is a species’ capacity to use it. Do you follow me here?”

You nod. Her eyes narrow.

“Now, a halfling’s capacity to use magic is small.. trifling, really. We’re meant to waste our days away stuffing our faces with cakes and pie, farming our holes in the ground. For a witch of my intellect, that’s not enough.” Sigrid mutters. “So I use transpeciation to use more of my magic. An elf has the best aptitude for magic, but.. elven transpeciation potions are too expensive, too time consumptive to prove efficient.”

“A human body to use your magic, then, my lady?” You glance to the papers on the ground.

“That’s right. I can only just call forth a handful sparks in this damnable half-pint.” A hint of frustration creeps into her tone. “I tried everything for thoroughness sake–elves, humans, dwarves, gnomes, even orcs and kobolds. But a human body was the best fit. I need it to conduct my work–to even use my magic to its fullest extent. I'm useless without it. What if I'm called up to the capital do work, or we get attacked? Do you understand why I need to get back to it so urgently now?”

>Go aid the handyman with the eggs for some reason.
>Ask just how she intends to get the ingredients then.
>You're a half-elf! Maybe she can make a potion with your blood or something?
>Write-In.

>>5387774
>>Ask just how she intends to get the ingredients then.
If we can't do it quickly enough, refer to this option:
>>You're a half-elf! Maybe she can make a potion with your blood or something?

>>5387774
I want to see kobold witch

>>5387774
>You're a half-elf! Maybe she can make a potion with your blood or something?

>>5387774
>"Just out of curiosity, what are the results on using a giant's or half-giant's body?"
>"What about a minotaur?"

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>>5387803

CONS:
>Even less magical capacity than even her base halfling form.
>Hard to bathe.
>Flea-prone.

PROS:
>Better hearing.
>Can digest raw meat.
>Playing ball is far more fun.

>>5387774
>>5387809
I should probably actually make a decision...
>Ask just how she intends to get the ingredients then.
>You're a half-elf! Maybe she can make a potion with your blood or something?

>>5387813
I want to see tabaxi witch

>>5387813
>>Even less magical capacity than even her base halfling form.
Lol why’d she even bother then?

>>5387774
>You're a half-elf! Maybe she can make a potion with your blood or something?
Feels like an important thing to mention?

>>5387849
She didn't have enough money to pay for her apartment's heating bills back when she was a magic student, but could afford just enough to make some kobold serum for winter and buy cheap noodles in bulk.

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>>5387823

>"Just out of curiosity, what are the results on using a giant's or half-giant's body?"
>"What about a minotaur?"
>Ask just how she intends to get the ingredients then.
>You're a half-elf! Maybe she can make a potion with your blood or something?

“So.. just out of curiosity, Lady Sigrid, have you done any experiments with a giant’s body? Or perhaps a minotaur?” You place a hand against your chin.
Your master looks at you with suspicion. “I have not, no. They’re both far too large and unwieldy. I wouldn’t even fit in the chapel. Why? Is that something you want to ogle?”
“Just out of curiosity!” You repeat yourself. “Ah–.. though, I’m a half-elf! Might that aid you? Perhaps a transmutation potion from my essence?”

“If you thought I kept you around as an oversized chicken or plant to harvest magical material from, I’m afraid you’d be sorely mistaken.” The witch peers out from her bedroom window as she speaks. “And half-breed lacrimal essence is of no use in transpeciation. The potion is too complex to brew with mixed genes. So you can keep your bodily fluids to yourself.”
“Then how do you intend to get the ingredients? Will we set out by caravan, or..” Your words are cut short as the room itself rocks to the side, nearly sending you flying into the wall.

“Oh. It seems Van den Bos is done.” Lady Sigrid observes calmly as she leans against her windowsill. “Come. Take a look at the answer yourself.”
You manage your way to the window by your master’s side, whereupon your peer out to see a roiling sea of tall grass passing you by. The entire house gently shakes and creaks as would a ship as the outer reaches of the PRIMORDIAL SEA pass the house by. And just underneath the window, in the shade beneath the house, you can make out the tendons and talons of giant chicken legs.

“The GREEN CHAPEL will walk us to our destinations.” The halfling stares dreamily out at the passing sea of green. “The chapel has legs folded under it grown from galliforme muscle tissue and enchanted with chicken souls to move and react. It just takes eggs thrown into the hearth to fuel. It’s not a bad means of travel.“

>Ask about the ingredients to the potion.
>Ask about Lady Sigrid herself.
>Ask about the GREEN CHAPEL.
>Think a little about the PRIMORDIAL SEA.
>Write-In.

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Also, I won't be updating tomorrow but should be getting back to it the day after!

>>5387898
>Ask about the ingredients to the potion.

>>5387898
>Think a little about the PRIMORDIAL SEA.

>>5387898
>>Ask about the ingredients to the potion.
>Ask about Lady Sigrid herself.

>>5387898
>>Ask about the ingredients to the potion.

>>Ask about our lack of tutelage
Not that we mind it or anything of course, cooking for Lady Sigrid is the utmost of privileges! It's just since we're having this nice conversation and all...

>>5387903
Love your artstyle btw OP, Sigrid best witch!

>>5387903
>>5388189
So soothing... it's the strokes he's not drawing!

>>5388188
+1
Yeah, I agree, I feel like the-
>“If you thought I kept you around as an oversized chicken or plant to harvest magical material from, I’m afraid you’d be sorely mistaken.”
part kinda implies that she wasnt just planning to keep us as a housekeeper forever.

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>>5388189
>>5388274

Thanks! Been a while since I've drawn a quest in this style, so it's been refreshing.

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>>5388188
>>5389478

>Ask about the ingredients to the potion.

“I see.” The primordial sea’s endless fields of grass expand far, far out beneath the cloudless sky. It’s as if you’ve set out to an actual sea. “Then, my lady, might I ask how about the ingredients for this potion? You think they might sell them in town? But they might be expensive..”

“Feh! No, don’t be stupid. You can’t mass-produce these ingredients like they do goblin sweat and ground unicorn horn.” Your master snorts with derision. “And you won’t find what we need on sale in some backwoods alchemical shop, either. I doubt they even sell what we need in the capital.”
“But what if a wizard wants to transpeciate?” You frown. “You know.. turn into an orc, maybe.”
“No wizard wants to turn into an orc.” Sigrid gibes. “And a transpeciation potion is difficult and dangerous to brew–if you botch the dosage, you botch your genes. You could turn into a lump of oblong flesh with just enough sentience to feel it. And it’s not like it provides much benefit for most wizards besides a little spice in the bedroom. It’s just the freak ancillary races like me that need it.“

“Ah, then..” This may be the most you’ve spoken to your master since you met her. “Then how do you plan to obtain them?”
“We’ll scrape them from the wilds ourselves.” The witch responds plainly. “We’ll need some BOLSHAYAN WILD BOAR LARD as the base, first. There’s a swampy forest region a few miles due north we can hunt one. Some strands of LESHY BEARD HAIR. I hate implorations to gods–especially wild ones–but it’s unavoidable for such a magic-rich potion. And DUNGEON RESIDUE to bind it. That’s more and more hard to get your hands on nowadays, but there’s bound to be at least one old dungeon somewhere out in the sea we can scrape from. HUMAN LACRIMAL ESSENCE as the key. I should still have some. And we’ll have to stop by a WIZARD CITY for a BUSCHGROSSMUTTER DECANTER to hold the potion. I don’t much like trips into wizard cities, even less than I do normal cities, but my last glass is broken.”

>Ask about the BOLSHAYAN WILD BOAR LARD.
>Ask about Lady Sigrid herself.
>Ask about the GREEN CHAPEL.
>Think a little about the PRIMORDIAL SEA.
>Write-In.

>>5389534
>Ask about the BOLSHAYAN WILD BOAR LARD.
Since it's the first ingredient on the list might as well ask about it. How do we hunt it? It's not like we could hit one with the GREEN CHAPEL and just toss it in the conservatory, right?

>>5389534
That seems pretty simple actually, kill a boar, pray to a god or something, go to a dungeon real quick and just buy the bottle.
Anyways
>Think a little about the PRIMORDIAL SEA.

>>5389534
>>Ask about the BOLSHAYAN WILD BOAR LARD.

>>5389546
Supporting this overconfidence.

>>5389534
>Think a little about the PRIMORDIAL SEA.
>assume everything else will sort itself out.

>>5383859

>>5387523
with eyes that yellow her liver is FUCKED

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>>5389889
That's just how halflings look.

>>5389906
halflings are lemurs

>>5389534
I want to see lump of oblong flesh with just enough sentience to feel it witch

>>5389534
>if you botch the dosage, you botch your genes.
That could mean she went out of her way to get tits this big.

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>>5389539
>>5389546
>>5389564
>>5389576

>Think a little about the PRIMORDIAL SEA.
>Ask about the BOLSHAYAN WILD BOAR LARD.
>assume everything else will sort itself out.

The PRIMORDIAL SEA–an apparently endless sea of green around the continent, an expanse of sun and grass that swells to unknown lengths beyond the known world. The chapel lies close to the border between the sea and civilization.
The science journals in the capital say it was once the basin for a vast ocean from which all life once crept that has since run dry. The folk tales call it the true wilderness, the domain of the wild gods and beasts. But regardless of its nature, man, monster, and demon alike have taken to conquer it as towns and caravans sprout up about it like weeds.

You can make out a thicket of trees and clumps of wet ground ahead of the window, a hazy blight on the green sea–the vast PONIZOVJE FOREST, a jungle-like woodland swamp not far from the chapel’s original location. You’ve come here once or twice before to pluck herbs, but’ve never seen it from this perspective. It’s far more large than you’d taken it for.
“At least the ingredients don’t sound too difficult to get, my lady.” You glance back to the witch who fiddles with something in her closet. “We just need to pray to a god, cut through some old dungeon, fetch a bottle in the city, and hunt a boar. No extinct species this time!”

“Yes. Very easy.” Your master pulls back from her closet with a length of steel and stock in her hands, the nozzle at the end near the size of your head. “Are you comfortable with firing a gun?”
“U-uh.. what?” You sweat. “Is that for the boar, master? Are we not using magic?”
“You wouldn’t salt meat before you toss it in a stew, would you? It’ll lessen your control of the end product. The same as a potion–magic will taint the fat and reduce your control of the brew. Especially a Bolshayan. We shouldn’t even use magic near it, really.” Sigrid extends the blunderbuss to you. “Is something wrong?”

“Well, I haven’t actually fired a gun before.” You eye up the rifle.
“Just point and shoot. Consider yourself lucky. The Paneirans hunt Bolshayan boars with spears, you know.” She remarks. “Or would you prefer to hunt like them?”

>Take the gun.
>Ask for a spear.
>Maybe you’ll just watch the hunt this time.
>Write-In.

>>5390425
spear time to honor the ancestors

>>5390425
>>Take the gun.

>>5390425
>Ask for a spear.
>Maybe you’ll just watch the hunt this time.
We'll be, uh, her trusty aide in this endeavor!

>>5390425
>Ask for a spear.
A Ducksworth never backs down from a challenge!

>>5390425
>Take the gun.

>>5390425
the obvious answer is to >DUAL WIELD

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>>5390439
>>5390475
>>5390492
>>5390527
>>5390576
>>5390619

>Ask for a spear.

“Then maybe just the spear, my lady.” You acquiesce. “I’m not sure I trust my shots to hold true..”
“Yes, fine, suit yourself.” She tosses a length of erwood your way. You fumble the rod in your arms, nearly catching your throat by the sawtooth tip. “But you only have yourself to blame if I end up picking you off its tusks. They’re more bears than they are hogs.”

[...]

You make your way through the waist-high field of the PRIMORDIAL SEA, the chapel’s shade cast low over the both of you. You clutch the spear tight to your chest as your master leads the way toward the forest ahead. VAN DEN BOS and the chickens wave you off from behind you.
“My lady. Do you mind if I ask why you didn’t bring Van den Bos with us..?” You glance back to the wall of muscle. “He could probably kill the boar with his bare hands, no?”

“He doesn’t like to hurt animals. “I once kept those chickens for more than just eggs, you know.” She keeps her gaze on the treeline. “You think you can handle our quarry alone? Or do you want to accompany me? We’re likely to find one before day’s end if we split up, but I’m not sure that I trust you won’t run yourself through with that spear alone.”

>Accompany your lady on the hunt.
>Split from her to cover more of the forest.
>Write-In.

>>5390638
look, the hats match the weapons!
>Split from her to cover more of the forest.
can we use the tip of our hat as a second pike?

>>5390638
>>Accompany your lady on the hunt.

>>5390638
>Accompany your lady on the hunt.
What a wonderful opportunity to quiz her on her magical methods and such!

>>5390638
>>Accompany your lady on the hunt.

>>5390638
accompany her you never go alone in forests and you never divide in a forest.

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>>5390650
>>5390683
>>5390735
>>5390759
>>5390778

>Accompany your lady on the hunt.

“Let’s stick together, my lady!” What a wonderful opportunity to quiz her on her magical methods! “We shouldn’t divide in a forest, should we?”
“Fine.” She continues to march into the muck ahead without a look back at you. “Just don’t slow me down.”

[...]

The PONIZOVJE FOREST is thick, hot, and dark. The ground beneath you is lumpy and swampy, muck clinging to your sabots with each uneven step. The canopy above is dense, affording few strong shafts of light purchase into the hazy fenland. And the forest is alight with the sound of chittering and flapping and hissing and slithering of every beast eyeing you up for dinner.

“Ah! Shit.” Your master’s voice cries out from behind. “Damn it. Stop, Snuff. Wait a moment..”

The fair lady has been struggling against the swamp at each step of the way of your route, dragging your hunting party to a halt every few minutes to readjust her shoe, or leap back from a snake, or adjust her hat. And while you don’t mind the occasional stops, she certainly seems to.

“Give me a minute. It’s these legs. They’re no good..” The witch mutters from behind you–while you can’t make out her face from the bend of her head, the quaver of her voice makes it sound as if she’s about to cry out of frustration. You might do well to distract her from the matter.

>Ask about her handling of the blunderbuss. She seems confident with it. Where did she learn her way around something like that?
>Ask about the GREEN CHAPEL. From what you hear, she built it herself.
>Ask about your lack of tutelage. Not that you mind serving her, of course, but it is a little strange.
>Write-In.

>>5390844
>Offer to carry her on your shoulders.
We will combine the powers of the spear and the blunderbuss

>>5390857
>>5390844
Yes, pick up the cute witch!

>>5390857
Support.

>>5390844
>Offer to carry her on your shoulders.
and while we have a captive audience...
>Ask about your lack of tutelage. Not that you mind serving her, of course, but it is a little strange.

>>5390844
ask about lack of tutelage, that's why we're here in the first place
also pick her up she's retarded with retard inferior genes

>>5390844
Maybe we should get her some more well-fitting clothing after this boar hunt, she seems to be somewhat struggling with it. Or at least adjust it. Our guy Snuff seems pretty competent at housework so he can probably sew.

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>>5390857
>>5390862
>>5390863
>>5390877
>>5391382

>Offer to carry her on your shoulders.
>Ask about your lack of tutelage. Not that you mind serving her, of course, but it is a little strange.

“Shall I carry you on my shoulders, my lady?” You offer, ever-generous. “We could combine our powers! I’ll keep the spear for close combat and you can use your blunderbuss for faraway quarry. We could hunt the beast in half the time.”

You manage to distract her from her frustration, if not in the way you meant to–as her exasperation turns on you.

“Are you pretending toward this inane stupidity? Because I have a hard time believing you’re truly this stupid. No. I don’t need you to carry me on your shoulders.” She tries to peel her boot up from the mud with her gun’s stock. “How did you even worm your way into the conservatory? Because it clearly wasn’t by merit of your academic performance.”

“I mean no offense, my lady, but that’s why I’m here.” You try to ease her rage. “They thought my magical aptitude impressive, so–..”
“Of course they did. So why do you even need me, then?” Sigrid yaps back. “You–”

Her barks are cut short by a rustling in the tree line just by you. But your master is still stuck in the mud.

>Stay here with her. Help her get herself out.
>Gut the beast yourself! You might prove yourself to your lady.
>Write-In.

>>5391435
>Stand guard, spear at the ready to defend Sigrid while she frees herself

Lookout for the terrible eye, Bobbington!

>>5391435
>>Stand guard, spear at the ready to defend Sigrid while she frees herse

>>5391435
>>Stay here with her. Help her get herself out.

>>5391435
Seems like magical aptitude is a sensitive topic? Maybe this is why shes so misanthropic? Some kind of envy or maybe a feeling of superiority for succeeding despite being born without any?

>Stand guard, spear at the ready to defend Sigrid AND help pull her out.

>>5391435
stay guard

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>>5391468
>>5391512
>>5391643
>>5391645
>>5391745

>Stand guard, spear at the ready to defend Sigrid while she frees herself

You raise the spear, still just as ungainly and unsteady in your hands. “Not to worry, Lady Sigrid. I’ll protect you!” You angle the point at the bush. “You there, beast! Reveal yourself.”
“My guardian angel.” Sigrid mutters.

The beast about the bush heeds your call. A figure, head stooped and back hunched, rises tall above both of you. A bosk of thick blonde hair run through with greenery hangs over a muscular frame. It eyes you up from the bush with an uncertain look.

“Ah–..! Master Sigrid! Look!” You whisper, pointing out the “beast” with your spear. “I’ve heard of these before.. they’re moss people, right? They’re super rare! Like, fey people of the woods, or..”
“Moss people aren’t real.” She shoots back. “That’s just a feral woman.”

>Attempt to converse with the moss person.
>Jab the spear a few times toward the potential enemy.
>Try to back away with your witch.
>Write-In.

>>5391793
back away

>>5391793
>Attempt to converse with the moss person.
>While backing away

>>5391793
>>Attempt to converse with the moss person.
>>While backing away

>>5391793
>Attempt to converse with the moss person.

>>5391835
+1

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>>5391797
>>5391809
>>5391835
>>5391851

>Attempt to converse with the moss person.
>While backing away

You're not unfamiliar with the wild beasts--as wizards and witches, the procession of wild animals comes part and parcel with lots of magical fields. You're a particular fan of DR. GANT's famous textbook "TREATISE ON COMMON MAGICAL VARMINTS AND WHATNOT." But reading about a situation is wildly different than facing off with a feral woman face-to-face like this.

"Just.. please back away behind me, Lady Sigrid." You steel your nerves as you take several steps back, counting each one beneath your breath. The mossperson, as you've taken to calling it, appears to eye you more out of curiosity than hunger. "Good evening, there, fellow.. human! 'Tis just I and my lady here. We mean you no harm. Just.. here to hunt a boar, nothing more--"

Something you said seems to incite something in the mossperson, and all at once, in a flash of flowing hair and flying claws does she lunge you.

>Defend yourself with your spear!
>Try to get your wand out to cast a spell.
>Stand your ground and try to scare her off.
>Flee for your life.
>Write-In.

>>5391938
>Stand your ground and try to scare her off.
>Hopefully only get a face full of torso sized cleavage.

>>5391938
grope

>>5391938
>Try to get your wand out to cast a spell.
This is a boar-spear, not a woman-spear!

>>5391938
Maybe shes just trying to hug us?

>>5391938
>>Try to get your wand out to cast a spell.

>>5391938
Love the way you draw hands!

>Stand your ground and try to scare her off.
She's bluffing

>>5392046
followed by a GAME OVER screen

>>5391938
>Stand your ground and try to scare her off.

The Lady has forbidden spells on this mission, we must oblige her to our dying breath! ...or at least manage to carry her away if we run.

>>5391938
>>Flee for your life.

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>>5391944
>>5391962
>>5391965
>>5391966
>>5392014
>>5392046
>>5392193
>>5392228

>Stand your ground and try to scare her off.

You recall one of the key lessons from your textbook–that beasts more often than not flash their claws and gnash their teeth to scare rather than to fight. Of course, DR. GANT had his guts torn out by a bear that did want to fight, but probability is on your side.

You clutch your spear close and stand before your master as the mossperson lunges, a mammoth of muscle, matted hair, and extended claws that leaps from the bushes all at once.. only to stop, hands moments away from your throat. Her hands are like hams, and she could very well palm your head.. Instead, she slowly pulls away from you, eyes still wary.

“Good. Let’s get out of here. Come on.” Sigrid hisses as she bumps your backside with her stock. She begins to stumble back through the overgrowth. You follow close behind, eyes still on the feral woman as you retreat from the clearing.

[...]

“Feral humans like that are all too common in the PRIMORDIAL SEA. Backwater peasants living in frontier towns, too poor to feed a seventh mouth, dropping their brats off in woodlands for wolves to raise.. that’s what they call mosspeople.” The witches grimaces as she cuts through a scrub of itchy greenery. “Perhaps I should’ve done that to you.”

“I doubt wolves have much use for my cooking, my lady.” You shoot a glance back behind you. You still catch occasional glimpses of the mossperson close behind–an arm ducking behind a tree, or head peeking out from bushes. It seems she’s taken to following you.

>Let the mossperson be. She can do as she likes.
>Try to scare her off. You’ve got bigger fish to catch.
>Attempt to talk to her.
>Write-In.

>Write-In.
Leave her a small snack

>>5392366
Support for dubs.

>>5392366
Supporting.

>>5392343

>>5392366
>>5392343

Support!

>>5392366
you guys really want this giant nude stray cat to follow us?

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>>5392366
>>5392367
>>5392446
>>5392464

>Leave her a small snack

You fish into your hood and retrieve one of your EMERGENCY EGGs, kept in case of emergencies, and gently set it down onto the ground–a peace offering for your intruding upon her territory. Your master observes haughtily.

“What? You planning a trap for the boar?” Sigrid snorts. “Try something bigger–yourself, perhaps.”
“For the feral woman, Lady Sigrid.” You continue after her.

“She’s a woman, not a dog. Don’t lay treats on the ground for her.” The witch scoffs, but she leaves the egg alone. “She looks well-fed enough as it is.”

[...]

“Ah. Look, Snuff.” Sigrid sticks an arm out to catch you by the gut. She motions for the dirt. “Here.”

Between the thick, prickly scrub of underbrush and wet muck, you can make out a trail of cloven prints that cuts across the forest brush. The prints are large–each step the size of your head, there seem to be heavier ones lain on top of lighter ones. It’s difficult to make out one clear path through it.

“Looks like the most recent prints cut left and right here..” She observes.

>Take the left path.
>Take the right path.

>Split up.
>Accompany your master.

>Write-In.

>>5392565
These boars are fucking huge, we definitely shouldnt split up.
Also i vote left i guess.
>Accompany your master.
>Take the left path.

>>5392565
accompany right

>>5392565
>Accompany your master
>Take the left path

>>5392565
>>Accompany your master.
>>Take the left path.

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>>5392602
>>5392615
>>5392639
>>5392730

>Accompany your master.
>Take the left path.

“..Hmm...” Lady Sigrid takes a long moment to examine the tracks–running her finger through the muck, bringing her nose in close to sniff at a print. “The ones left and right are the clearest, so I’d imagine they’re regular stops along our boar’s day.. though both are too old to make any definitive calls on. You might as well flip a coin. What do you think?”

“Shall we take the left, then?” You offer your master with a shrug.
“Very well. Proceed with caution. I doubt the boar will fall to you as easy as your “mossperson” did.” She snorts as she leads the way through the woodland.

[...]

You manage your way through the thick of the brush well enough, with only a few short stops to account for your master’s unfortunate stubbiness–but your short hikes affords you welcome relief at its end. You and your master stand before a clearing in the woods, rays of light cutting in through the canopy and illuminating grassy glade ahead.

“Mmmm..” Your master observes as she steps forth. “..Lots of sticks stuck into ground here. Might’ve been a magical creature that set it, warning not to trounce on its territory. Some bushels with nuts. Might be a resting or feeding ground for our quarry..”

She walks into the clearance proper, hands tight on her blunderbuss as she investigates.

>Examine the sticks protruding from the ground.
>Examine the bushels and nuts growing along the area.
>Look back to your oversized feral traveling partner.
>Write-In.

>>5392807
>>Examine the bushels and nuts growing along the area.
>>Look back to your oversized feral traveling partner.

>>5392807
>>5392809
+1
>>Look back to your oversized feral traveling partner.
If anyone would know whats the deal with these it'd be her, who has lived here all her life. Even if she cant speak, we can probably still gauge her reaction to them.

>>5392807
>Look back to your oversized feral traveling partner.

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>>5392809
>>5392814
>>5393488

>Examine the bushels and nuts growing along the area.
>Look back to your oversized feral traveling partner.

You first look back to your overgrown traveling partner, the uninvited among your hunting party. The mossperson still hangs back a well-off distance from you two by the rim of the glade, now stooped over one of the protrusive sprigs that litter the region–she looks deep in thought over the mound.

And now that you look more closely, many of the twigs feature small trinkets, stones knotted and hewed far too intricate to belie a predator’s territory. They may have been set by the moss person herself. Her home, perhaps, or something else entirely?

[...]

You turn your attention back to the bushels that line the clearance fringes–low, a deep sea green color, they’re rife with fat brown chestnuts that sprout up along their boughs like fruit. You take and run it once along your palm and through your fingers. It’s oily to the touch, your hands slick with their minty balm.

“Hmm. BERTILAK NUTS.” Your master suddenly speaks up from behind you, nearly making you leap from your boots. “This is good–must be the feeding ground of our boar. They love those nuts. And they make them taste delicious. We should set a trap here, wait it out and shoot it while it’s off-guard. I get my lard and a great dinner.”

>Agree to her terms. A fair enough trap.
>Perhaps you could set a trap with the nuts somewhere more advantageous, where the boar has little chance to escape.
>Deny her. The boar will be most on guard while eating, so you should continue tracking it and shoot when you find it.
>Speak to the mossperson.
>Write-In.

>>5393846
>Agree to her terms. A fair enough trap.
Us, contradict our master? Never!

>Speak to the mossperson.
Uh... Hi? Hello? Do you... Speak?

>>5393846
>>5393849
+1

>>5393846
>tell the feral she's shaped like an egg

>>5393846
>a giant shits in the woods

>>5393846
>>Perhaps you could set a trap with the nuts somewhere more advantageous, where the boar has little chance to escape.
The source of any running body of water has ground running uphill every side but downstream. Set up one pupil one spear in the bed to block it's easiest path, and one master one musket right behind us for nice shooting all day any way this boar may take.

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>>5394000
my shit trips and rhymes, the fuck does yours do?

>>5393846
>Perhaps you could set a trap with the nuts somewhere more advantageous, where the boar has little chance to escape.

>>5394000
+1 for trips + whimsical rhymes + good plan.

>>5393846
Also Im guessing this is some kind of communal site of the feral people maybe? Some kind of grave site or shrine? Or maybe she built all herself

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>>5393849
>>5393855
>>5393875
>>5393971
>>5394000
>>5394013
>>5394053

>Perhaps you could set a trap with the nuts somewhere more advantageous, where the boar has little chance to escape.
>The source of any running body of water has ground running uphill every side but downstream. Set up one pupil one spear in the bed to block it's easiest path, and one master one musket right behind us for nice shooting all day any way this boar may take.

“If I might speak up, master..” You recall the HUNTING & TRACKING chapter of your textbook. “The source of any running body of water has ground running uphill every side but downstream. If I were to stand in the bed to block its easiest path with you behind me, it would make for an easy kill all day any way this boar may take.”
“Oh? Yet another idea? You’ve gotten rather mouthy.” She eyes you from below. “..Fine. If you might “speak up,” then we can do it your way and wet our breeches. Come on. Let’s find a decent bed. Or maybe you would lead the way for me? Even carry me there, perhaps?”

[...]

You stand in a shallow riverbed with your master, the froth lapping about your ankles and about your master’s knees. The nut bait is set, your weapons ready.. but your fair lady seems to have grown even more upset with you over this trip. Now, the few words she speaks to you are short and terse. You clutch the spear close to your chest nonetheless.

“Hey.” You feel a sudden rap to your back. “Snuff. Get your pet out of here. She’ll get in the way.”
The feral woman, sure enough, sits by the bank ahead of you, still following your hunt and eyeing you up.

>Throw something at her.
>Yell at her.
>Let her be. Maybe she’ll prove useful.
Write-In.

>>5394160
>theow an egg past her, so she'll chase after it

>>5394160
>Let her be. Maybe she’ll prove useful.
I want to see her wrestle a boar

>>5394160
>>Let her be. Maybe she’ll prove useful.

>>5394160
>Let her be. Maybe she’ll prove useful.

>>5394160
>>Let her be. Maybe she’ll prove useful.

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>>5394184
>>5394208
>>5394252
>>5394421
>>5394455

>Let her be. Maybe she’ll prove useful.

“I mean no disrespect again, my lady, but what if she proves useful? If she could direct the boar toward us, or draw its attention–”
“Well, you’re in charge, master.” Her words drip from her tongue like venom as she angles her blunderbuss up.

You bite your tongue. It seems you just can’t please her. A sudden rustle from the treeline draws the both of you out of your self pity, though–an immense, dark shape, an oblong mass of muscle and bone, creeps through the brush off the river’s coastline. You can make out occasional patches of fur and tusks, but you can’t get a good glimpse at the beast between the darkness and trunks.

“There. A real bastard’s boar.” Sigrid hisses between her teeth, the blunderbuss up. “You think I should take a shot now and put it out quick? Or wait for it to take the bait? Master.”

>Encourage her to take the shot now.
>Hold back for the boar to get closer for a clearer shot.
>Write-In.

>>5394527
Y-you're the expert.. ma'am...

>>5394527
>Apologize for your impudence and prostrate yourself, asking forgiveness at this totally-not-inopportune moment

>>5394527
>>Encourage her to take the shot now.

>>5394527
>>Encourage her to take the shot now.

>>5394585
+1

>>5394527
>Tell her to take the shot now.
Fuck the cucks.

>>5394527
>clearer shot

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No updates for today and probably until later tomorrow since I'm moving into a new place!

(OP was forced to leave the internet cafe)

Do you think she's making up for something with that attitude?
Maybe, but I can't tell if she has anything in short supply.

>>5394527
>>Encourage her to take the shot now, then apologize for our behavior.

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>>5394585
>>5394588
>>5394610
>>5394623
>>5394942
>>5394951
>>5394955
>>5396097

>Encourage her to take the shot now, then apologize for our behavior.

“I think you ought to take the shot now, my lady–while it’s unaware. It might sniff us out if it gets too close.” You nudge her. “And.. I’m sorry for my behav–”
Your apology is cut short by the crack of the blunderbuss, the shot smoking out from the barrel’s broadside and hurtling toward your boar. The shot goes broad–while most of it wedges itself into the trunks, the few shots that do land find a home in the boar’s bristly side. The beast screeches in response, a shrill shriek that seems to rustle the trees as it peels from the brush down to the stream.
“A-ah..! Shit!” The witch curses behind you. You look back to see her left arm at an odd crook, her brow furrowed in frustration and pain. She extends the gun to you. “Had more kickback than I thought. It’s this body.. Take it and shoot the damn thing!”

The boar barrels toward the both of you now, tusks out.

>Take the gun and try to crack off another shot at its head.
>Ready your spear to lance it through the eyes.
>Pull yourself and your lady out of the way of it’s charge.
>Write-In.

>>5396570
how would we take another shot? its a blunderbuss, it'd take ages to repowder and reload and this boar seems to be approaching us quite quickly.
>Ready your spear to lance it through the eyes.

>>5396570
>Take the gun and try to crack off another shot at its head.

>>5396570
>Ready your spear to lance it through the eyes.
>Draw your wand and try a spell ASAP!

>>5396570
>>5397134
+1

>>5396570
I've seen this before. Stand your ground!

Given the size of this beast, we probably should have been the ones carrying the gun. In retrospect, giving the weapon with huge recoil to someone we can carry with one hand wasn't the best idea.

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>>5396575
>>5396699
>>5397134
>>5397139
>>5397621

>Ready your spear to lance it through the eyes.

Your hand instinctively flies for the wand at your hip, but you stay your hand for now. Your master told you that magic would taint the beast’s fat, so this whole hunt would amount to no more than a good meal. And your poor grasp on the WILDCARD could spell real trouble in such a hot situation. You’d best save it for an emergency.

“Snuff!” Your master repeats. “The gun! Now!”

You instead grind your heel into the rock bed beneath you and levy your spear at the boar’s forehead. The pig, however, does not let up from it’s feverish dash toward you, a path cut straight down the through riverbed toward your master. And as the pungent stink of its breath wets your eyes, its blade-like tusks up about your neck like a guillotine, you plunge your spear upward.

Your twig does not halt the boar’s freight–nor even kill it–but instead sticks itself into the fatcap of its head, a surface wound that sticks your spear in and drags it along with it, you included. You manage to just barely keep your grip on the polearm as you levy yourself up along the boar’s back.

You’re sat now atop the boar’s back, the beast bucking back and forth, a whiteknuckled grip tight on your spear and its matted fur. Your master has begun to attempt to reload the blunderbuss with one arm–your bravery has afforded you some small chance, at least.

>Attempt to plunge the spear in deeper. You might manage to kill the beast with a little more leeway.
>Focus on keeping the beast at bay and distracted while Lady Sigrid repairs her blunderbuss.
>Get off it. You’ll have to reload the blunderbuss while its distracted by the spear in its head.
>Write-In.

>>5397938
>Attempt to plunge the spear in deeper. You might manage to kill the beast with a little more leeway.

In for a penny...

>>5397938
>>Attempt to plunge the spear in deeper. You might manage to kill the beast with a little more leeway.

>>5397938
>Attempt to plunge the spear in deeper. You might manage to kill the beast with a little more leeway.

>>5397945

In for a pound! Of boar flesh!

>>5397938
>Focus on keeping the beast at bay and distracted while Lady Sigrid repairs her blunderbuss.
The spear won't slay it. We need that gun! Show some respect for our master's wisdom.

>>5398279
+1

>>5397938
>Focus on keeping the beast at bay and distracted while Lady Sigrid repairs her blunderbuss.
Whose idea was it to lance a bear boar? >_>

>>5398300
No ragrets.

>>5397938
>Attempt to plunge the spear in deeper. You might manage to kill the beast with a little more leeway.
Like the barbarians before us, only much more civilized

>>5397945
>>5397952
>>5398197
>>5398279
>>5398287
>>5398300
>>5401456

>Attempt to plunge the spear in deeper. You might manage to kill the beast with a little more leeway.

As the beast tosses its head about every which way of the forest, sending you careening up and down and left and right, you think it advantageous to try wrenching the spear in deeper. With just a little more give, you might hope to pierce its plate-like skull and put the beast to rest.

>Roll a 1d20, Bo3.

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>5401595
>first dice roll of the quest
Someone gonna die tonight.

>>5401597
BUT IT AIN'T US, BABY

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>5401595

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>Rolled 20 (1d20)

You’re in for a penny, in for a pound (of boar flesh).

You hold the coarse shag of the boar tight in one hand and wrench the spear in with the other, the beast’s coat like chainmail. But your strength holds true, and with the aid of the beast’s momentum, you plumb the spear through the boar’s hair, fat, flesh, and skull into the brain beneath with a wet squelch.

It’s instantaneous. The beast’s low squeals die between its gnashing teeth, its legs folding beneath it as its body slumps into the brush along the riverbed’s side. You manage to avoid the brunt of the beast’s weight as it falls, the bear-like BOLSHAYAN BOAR now fallen.

[...]

“Mmm. Well.. you did it. All by yourself.” Sigrid kneels before the beast’s side, renting flesh with a small knife. “This lard is decent. Thick. It’ll make a good base.”
“Shall I try to cast some healing magic, my lady?” You eye her arm, which still hangs bent from her shoulder. “It should be okay to use magic now, right?”

“The Bolshayan probably has some throes of life energy left in him. Could still taint the fat. I won’t risk it. I’ll bring the lard back the chapel and heal my arm myself.” Her voice is dull, almost sad. “We’ll have to figure out how to haul it back, though.. I brought a sled, but it looks a little big for one. And it’d be a shame to waste all this meat.”

>Cut what you can and haul it back.
>Just excise some fat and leave the meat to the forest.
>Request the mossperson’s help in hauling the boar back.
>Write-In.

>>5401669
Lets just cut off the parts we need including some meat, maybe a leg or 2 for some ham. Even with the moss person we couldnt carry this whole thing back, its fucking massive.

>>5401669
>Request the mossperson’s help in hauling the boar back.

>>5401669
>>Request the mossperson’s help in hauling the boar back

>>5401669
>Request the mossperson’s help in hauling the boar back.
She can have the rest of the boar we don't need as thanks for the help.

>>5401669
>>Request the mossperson’s help in hauling the boar back.

>>5401669
>Request the mossperson’s help in hauling the boar back.
Outside of kindness, she doesn't really have a reason to help us anymore, but it can't hurt asking. If she'd refuses, we can still get some extra fat to practice, sell or gift.

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>>5401679
>>5401743
>>5401754
>>5401761
>>5401782
>>5401886

>Request the mossperson’s help in hauling the boar back.

“Uh.. excuse me!” You wave over the mossperson, who observes your fresh kill from a safe distance. You motion to the beast. “We need some help moving this back. You can have the rest. What do you say?”
“I’d remind you again that she is not a dog.” Your master mutters beneath her breath as the mossperson approaches.

The mossperson takes a few tentative whiffs off the beast, eyeing it up with caution, before rounding a fat limb over a shoulder and wrenching the beast onto her back. The clap of a thousand pounds against her back reverberates through the woods.

“Mmm. Well, maybe she could be as useful as a dog, though..” Sigrid observes again.

[...]

The dim forest lies far behind you now. You wade through hip-high tall grass, a sky full of stars above. This sort of night is unheard of in the capital, the streets lined with gas lamps and homes illuminated by electric furnishing. But the PRIMORDIAL SEA plays host to an endless sea of grass below and lights above.

“Snuff.” Your master suddenly speaks from behind you. “I suppose I haven’t done much this hunting trip, have I? You did all the work. Tracked boar. Killed it. Hauled it. Helped pluck my boots from the mud like I were a child.”

>Reassure her that she was ample aid enough.
>Let her know she needn’t lift a finger with you working with her.
>Tell her that you’re sure it was all a practical test to train you.
>Write-In.

>>5402102
half of those things she says we did aren't even true lmao dumbass insecure midget, she tracked the boar and the wild woman is carrying it for us. She's letting her mind get the best of her so it's better not to entertain those toughts.
>"I wouldn't even know where to find a bolshayan wild boar, we just didn't have the time to organize a better hunt."

>>5402102
>>"I wouldn't even know where to find a bolshayan wild boar, we just didn't have the time to organize a better hunt."

>>5402102
>"I wouldn't even know where to find a bolshayan wild boar, we just didn't have the time to organize a better hunt."
A loss in height is no reason for a loss in confidence. One could even use it to their advantage if they were so inclined

>>5402102
>Tell her that you’re sure it was all a practical test to train you.
And we're glad we finally impressed her enough to deserve this opportunity to direct drain with her!

>>5402102
>"I wouldn't even know where to find a bolshayan wild boar, we just didn't have the time to organize a better hunt."

Really master, getting self conscious on us?

>>5402102
>Yeah, maybe you should stop being such a condescending asshole towards me.
But that would be too out of character i guess…

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>>5402261
>>5402376
>>5402704
>>5402706

>"I wouldn't even know where to find a bolshayan wild boar, we just didn't have the time to organize a better hunt."

“I wouldn’t even know where to find a BOLSHAYAN wild boar, my lady.” You reassure her. “We just didn’t have time to organize a better hunt. That’s all.”
“Mmm. Perhaps.” The halfling eyes you for a long moment. “I realize that I may have been acting.. [i]unbefitting,[/i] for a witch of my stature. I’m sorry. This is all.. really frustrating.”

“You really needn’t apologize t–” You begin, but your words are cut short by the encroaching flock of chickens bobbing up about your ankles. The GREEN CHAPEL stands tall before you, an impressive berth of timber with legs tucked beneath it. VAN DEN BOS sits at the porch with a bag of chicken feed on his lap.

“Ah–..! Snuff!” Sigrid suddenly barks. She motions at the mossperson, who has begun to drag the boar in. “Just tell her to leave the carcass out front. Don’t let her in. She’s covered in dirt.”

>Let the mossperson into the chapel. She’s worked hard enough to enjoy some of the chapel’s warmth.
>Attempt to communicate with the moss person. She shan’t dirty up the place.
>Ask why your master can’t just cast a bathing spell.
>Write-In.

>>5402837
>let mossman in to take a bath, she's earned it
bare minimum hospitality is the least we could do to repay her for hauling a boar larger than her from there to there.

>>5402837
>Attempt to cast a bathing spell
Lady Sigrid is in no state for spellcasting as a hobbit, right?

>>5402837
>>Attempt to cast a bathing spell

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>>5402906
>>5402916
>casting spells near the boar when we've been explicitly told not to cast spells because it might fuck with the boar fat and render it useless as material

>>5402837
>Let the mossperson into the chapel. She’s worked hard enough to enjoy some of the chapel’s warmth.
As the dutiful apprentice we are, we will ensure the Chapel will remain spotless and clean up after the mosswoman.

>>5402937
Didnt she say magic is fine as long as its life energy or smth is gone? By now it might be fully dead

>>5402837
>Let the mossperson into the chapel. She’s worked hard enough to enjoy some of the chapel’s warmth.
Its not like the dirt will be her problem anyways, we will be the ones who‘ll clean it.

>>5402937
Just... Walk away from the boar, first?

>>5402916
this, cast it directly on the boar, for good measure, too

>>5403975
Oh you.

>>5402837
>>Attempt to communicate with the moss person. She shan’t dirty up the place.

>>5402937
+1
I'm certain we'll have plenty of time to scrub the floors if she brings in too much muck

>>5402881
>>5402937
>>5403006
Can we at least get our master's permission, or invite the moss person in secretly, rather than brazenly ignoring or defying our already-insecure teacher?

>>5404370
no!
jokes aside, quest maker seems to have details like that nailed down and implements them properly to fit the characters more, but u right

>>5404370
Inviting the moss person in secret doesn't sound like it'd do wonders to a person's insecurities compared to just insisting on having basic decency for someone who helped a lot, we should absolutely do that :^)

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>>5402881
>>5402906
>>5402916
>>5402937
>>5403006
>>5403975
>>5404234

>Let the mossperson into the chapel. She’s worked hard enough to enjoy some of the chapel’s warmth.

“Aw, please, my lady?” You plead with the witch. “The poor mossperson has come all this way with the boar in tow. We’d have had to leave the brunt of our quarry to the wild without her. And, rest assured, I will thoroughly scrub each and every step she takes into the chapel with the wirebrush and polish the tub clean with that ANALGESIC SLUG SALT you like–”
“Urgh. Fine. Whatever.” The witch cedes to your request, perhaps too spent to argue. The mountain of a woman tugs the mountain of a boar in through the door frame, the squeeze so tight you hear some planks splinter. “VAN DEN BOS–bring her to the bathroom. And make sure she doesn’t destroy my beautiful chapel on the way there.”

The witch steps up the stoops of the porch, chickens flowing in along past her feet. “I’ll scrape the boar clean of fat and leave the rest to you. I expect a good dinner out of it. Make enough for the mossperson.” Sigrid commands you. “Now that we’ve got the LARD, though, we need to decide our next course of action. We have more freedom to choose what ingredient’s next now that we’ve got the base.”

>The magic residue off a dungeon next.
>The supplication to LESHY for his beard hair.
>The glass decanter from the wizard city.
>Write-In.

>>5405492
>The glass decanter from the wizard city.
WIZARD CITY
IMAGINE THE MAGIC
We can harass Sigrid about all the different spectacles of spellcraft on display, and get some tutelage out of it.

>>5405492
wizard city since we wanna be a wizourd if would be a fun and informative and cool trip, plus funny protege mc must have some other great wizard names he nerds about besides the booger with a hat so it would be a cool opportunity to at least see them in person or get something autographed or whatever wizard apprentice youth like to do these days

>>5405492
>>The glass decanter from the wizard city.

>>5405492
>The glass decanter from the wizard city.
Can't just leave all this junk lying around and NOT in a bottle.

>>5405492
>The glass decanter from the wizard city.

>>5405492
Wizard City sounds like the only place where moss maid won't get dirty again right after showering.

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>>5405497
>>5405500
>>5405557
>>5406087
>>5406092
>>5407135

>The glass decanter from the wizard city.

Your mind ignites, a mental gallimaufry of gilded archways and palisades, spires that skewer the clouds, wizards on brooms above like perambulatory birds. “The wizard city! The wizard city! The wiza–”
“Alright. Shut up.” Your fair lady cuts your chants short. She begins to mutter under her breath, a hand on her chin. “Mmm.. I suppose the BUSCHGROSSMUTTER DECANTER would be reasonable enough to get next. We’re still on the borders of the sea, so a wizard city ought to be close. But I’ll have to use the TRANSPECIATION POTION..”
“The transpeciation potion? You’ve got some? But is that not why we’ve done all this?” You cut in, puzzled.

“You think I’d scoff it all down like some thoroughfare drunkard?” Sigrid rolls her eyes. “I always save some near the end should a complication like this arise. It spoils fast, so I can’t produce a stockpile, but what I have left is for last minute emergencies–life or death situations, as you would have it, or social affairs like this. I’ve got an hour’s left of my human body still with me.”
“I see!” You nod, sure enough of your master’s brilliance. “Then you’re to adopt a human form while in the city?”
“It’s just for the transaction. I’ll meet my usual glassblower, LUD CORNWALL, and put the order on credit. It should take just fifteen.. twenty minutes for him to make. Then I’ll retrieve the bottle and we’ll leave. If no complications arise, I’ll need only use less than half an hour of my remaining potion.” She responds. “We should arrive at the nearest come morning if the chapel travels overnight.”
You know well enough about wizard cities–these enclaves for magi alone, where the best of the best wizards and witches ply their trade and practice politics outside the material world. And although very, very, very few can claim the title of GREAT as your master has, wizard cities are known to produce magical legends just a cut short of her renown. POOR YORICK, INGRAINE AN SPRYS, DI NAPOLITANO of the BLACK HAND FAMILY.. all posters you’ve pinned to your walls (just beneath your lady’s, of course).

>Remain en route for the glass.
>Consider the dungeon residue instead.
>Consider the beard hair instead.
>Write-In.

>>5407207
>>Remain en route for the glass.

>>5407207
>Remain en route for the glass.

>>5407207

Suggest to our lady that perhaps we should ferry a message to her glassblower first, make sure everything is in order, etc, to avoid any unpleasant complications, cramped schedules etc etc.

>>5407207
>>Remain en route for the glass.

>>5407207
Can we also get some other stuff while we're in the city? Like clothing for the moss person if shes gonna stick with us and new boots or something for our master, so she doesnt get stuck in the mud again. The dungeon will probably be more dangerous than the forest so we cant take any risks.

>>5407317
Youd think they have some kind of magical version of texting or something.

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>>5407294
>>5407317
>>5408188
>>5408210

>Remain en route for the glass.
>Suggest to our lady that perhaps we should ferry a message to her glassblower first, make sure everything is in order, etc, to avoid any unpleasant complications, cramped schedules etc etc.

“The glass, then.” You nod, eager to lay your eyes on your first wizard city. “In that case, shall I prepare a messenger chicken to contact MISTER CORNWALL about your order? Or, perhaps magic scrying–..”
“No. The old fool’s not easy to get a hold of, with or without magic–likes to shut himself up in his little shop all day to keep out the “latent magical radiation” and “royal gnome spies.” She snorts with derision. “The best bottle craftsman on the continent and he’s half-mad. The cost of genius, I suppose. Like the gnome spies would care about a nutty old glassblower..”
“The gnome spies? You echo.
“Irrelevant.” Sigrid waves you off with the flick of her hand. “You’ve got chores to attend to, don’t you? The boar’s to be carved and cooked, my bath run, and that wild woman you’ve let in to destroy my chapel needs to be cleaned up after..”

[...]

You wake with a start in your quarters to a bang, a minute or too short of your usual rouse. Your body still runs hot and full with boar and drink, the night from before hard on both your hands and your stomach. You manage to ease yourself up from off your bed to another bang, another few shouts from outside. The chickens in your room swarm up about your feet as you open the door.
“There you are! Your stupid moss person isn’t leaving.” Sigrid snarls suddenly at you, snapping you up by the collar from your room. “And she’s getting her stink all over the place. AND she’s still naked.”
The mossperson stands at one end of the hall, eyeing your lot with suspicion and lightly panting for breath. The chapel’s handyman, VAN DEN BOS, stands across from her–a few fresh scars dapple his arms, presumably prior attempts to drag the woman out. A real showing of strength from the both of them.
“You brought her in. You take care of her.” The witch jabs a finger into your chest. “And if you can’t drag her out, at least stuff some clothes on her before we get in trouble.”

>Try to reason with her using your words.
>Attempt to engage in hand-to-hand combat to earn her respect.
>Attempt to use magic to ease her.
>Write-In.