Post by: Imic on January 06, 2020, 05:30:29 pm
Of Ghosts and Whispers
A suggestion Game
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Post by: Stirk on January 06, 2020, 05:58:00 pm
Post by: Glass on January 06, 2020, 06:14:37 pm
Look to see where the smokey smell is coming fromGet up first, but yes.
I postulate there's a smoking crater nearby.
Post by: Imic on January 06, 2020, 07:13:04 pm
Look to see where the smokey smell is coming fromGet up first, but yes.
I postulate there's a smoking crater nearby.
Your body is reluctant to go through the trials and tribulations of getting up, but after negotiation your arms forge an alliance with your torso and begin maneuvering your body upwards, eventually pressuring the legs into joining as you finally reach something approximating an upright position.
You are standing on top of a wide, tall, round stone tower, albeit one with all the walls blown off and soot coating every surface. Also known as a smoking crater with extra bits. Your eyes pan the horizon, revealing in one direction a dirt path that originates from the base of the Tower bwfore dissapearing behind stumpy, rocky treeless hills. In the opposite direction, the horizon is made up of similar hills, but between you and them, going from left to right with no visible source or end is a long string of vast, steep, moss coated chasms which eventually descend into impenetrable darkness below, with very little space between them.
As you inch away from the ower’s edge, your gaze returns to the floor, and two previously unnoticed things finally catch your attention; A stairway which seems to be leading downwards, and a perfectly spherical black... thing at the centre of the thing that may once have been a room. It’s almost invisible against the soot.
It’s very cold up here. The wind is cutting through your clothing with ease. It’s quiet.
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Post by: Glass on January 06, 2020, 07:26:19 pm
Post by: Stirk on January 06, 2020, 07:40:48 pm
Anything noted as "perfectly spherical" is worthy of note. Investigate.
I have a bag of marbles to sell you at generous prices.
We should take a nap! Our body will be in better shape so we can move without breaking.
Post by: Glass on January 06, 2020, 07:42:33 pm
I have a bag of marbles to sell you at generous prices.Marbles aren't perfectly spherical. If you could make something that was truly perfectly spherical, it would be exceptionally noteworthy.
Post by: King Zultan on January 07, 2020, 04:00:12 am
Post by: Stirk on January 07, 2020, 04:02:39 am
Marbles aren't perfectly spherical. If you could make something that was truly perfectly spherical, it would be exceptionally noteworthy.
What, were we the royal sphere appraiser before losing our memory? We just see a random ball and call it a perfect sphere. It isn't like we took a scientific instrument to the thing.
Post by: Imic on January 07, 2020, 04:10:29 am
Anything noted as "perfectly spherical" is worthy of note. Investigate.
Just grab the thing.You reach out two purple hands and pick up the black sphere. When what little soot there is has been wiped off, you discover it to be covered from head to toe in lines and patterns. Some are round, some of them are right angled, and they only very rarely repeat themselves.
We should take a nap! Our body will be in better shape so we can move without breaking.Your body gives a sigh of relief as you put down the sphere, taking note that in spite of it’s shape it doesn’t roll away, and slowly work your way towards the floor, which welcomes you with open arms and a thick coating of soot. You curl up in your bundle of rags, and close your eyes. The bright sun shines down at you from its zenith. The cold wind cuts through your clothing. Your body, once relieved, is now.
What, were we the royal sphere appraiser before losing our memory? We just see a random ball and call it a perfect sphere. It isn't like we took a scientific instrument to the thing.Actually, that’s an interesting thought. You took one look at it and said ‘Yeah, that’s a perfect sphere’. Some potential answers spring to mind, but no actual answers posit themselves.
You wrap yourself tighter. It’s very, very cold.
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Post by: King Zultan on January 07, 2020, 04:20:33 am
Post by: Imic on January 07, 2020, 04:54:10 am
Lets go down stairs so we can get away from the wind, and take the sphere with us.After vigorous debate, your body agrees to lift you again. You pick up the sphere, and you slowly set off down the stairs, away from the cold wind.
The bottom of the stairs comes to a small alcove off the side of a circular room with a vaulted stone ceiling. At the opposite side of the room, there’s another stairway going further down. In the middle of the room, there’s a small, dying campfire. Positioned beside it is a bedroll, a bag, and an empty plate, still greasy from the last meal eaten on it. The sight beings with it new, forgotten senses. Hunger. Thirst. You have more than plenty of both.
The new sensations are distracting, but you can plainly feel that it’s dry, and less cold down here without the wind.
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Post by: Stirk on January 07, 2020, 05:26:45 am
Post by: King Zultan on January 07, 2020, 05:54:30 am
Some other hobo might also be here, given the fire here is still going and the soot outside is cold. See if we can shout “hello”.+1 But it might be our stuff from before we blew up, also sit by the fire long enough to get warm.
Post by: Imic on January 07, 2020, 06:55:19 am
Your mouth opens, and a word comes out.Some other hobo might also be here, given the fire here is still going and the soot outside is cold. See if we can shout “hello”.+1 But it might be our stuff from before we blew up, also sit by the fire long enough to get warm.
‘Hello?’
You lapse into a fit of coughing, and instinctively your body extends an orange hand to cover your mouth until it stops. You’re not sure what you were expecting, but that didn’t sound right. It sounded like your body tried to decide what voice to go with, and changed its mind several times even as the words were coming out. Everything feels confused and broken. You kneel down and settle into a cross-legged sitting position, and your red hands move to warm themselves over the embers of the dying fire. A few minutes pass, and your words receive no answer.
It’s actually quite cosy here. Warmth has spread to every part of your body, and you can feel yourself relaxing. But as the cold disappears, it only gets replaced with more hunger, and more thirst. The quiet, distant roar of wind slowly gets drowned out by the crackling embers of the fire. It’s quiet.
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Post by: King Zultan on January 07, 2020, 07:39:02 am
Check and see how may hands we have then look in the bag that was next to the bed roll.
Post by: Imic on January 07, 2020, 09:05:51 am
Check and see how may hands we have then look in the bag that was next to the bed roll.You inspect your hands. You count them. Two. You count them again. Two. They’ve turned from red to purple in the time it took to count them twice. Then back to red. Then green. So have your arms. And your torso. And your legs. As you stare at the lightshow, your head starts to hurt, but You’ve noticed something else, too. Your... ‘skin’... is smooth, hard, and... you could swear it was solid, through and through, right down to the bone. Do you even have bones? Do you have blood? Organs? Muscles? Maybe you should do something else. Your eyes turn towards the bag.
Your hands (Now a bright shade of pink) reach over to open up the cloth container, and you take a peek inside. Within are the tools of survival. A knife, a light metal pot, a metal lantern, a half full waterskin, a smaller bag revealed to hold flour, some potatoes, parsnips, and carrots, and a very small, mostly-full wooden container of salt.
Your hunger and thirst take centre stage at the sight of it all. The embers of the fire are still hot, and the room is perfecrlt quiet, the wind having long since disappeared into background noise.
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Post by: TamerVirus on January 07, 2020, 03:43:51 pm
Post by: Imic on January 07, 2020, 06:37:20 pm
Grab potato,throw it into the pot, add water, and baby, let's get a stew goingYou rinse the mud from the vegetables first. Your memory may be gone, but you do still know that they go bad if you clean them before storing them. But soon, the pot is nestled in the embers, filled with water and vegetables and just a pinch of salt. The anticipation of food allows your hunger to sideline itself for the time being; When done, the relief will only be the more potent for it. Your thirst, however, isn’t going anywhere, and most of the water is in the pot now. A sip from the edge will only do so much for your parched throat.
The wind has died down outside, but only by a little. Warmth has filled you, in any case, thanks to the warm embers on front of you. There’s probably enough to finish the stew, but after that you doubt there’ll be any juice left.
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Post by: Superdorf on January 07, 2020, 10:02:33 pm
While we're doing stuff, consider: can we recall anything of ourself, our history, our biology, our world?
Post by: Stirk on January 07, 2020, 10:06:20 pm
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 07, 2020, 11:17:41 pm
Finish the stew. Eat. Go get that interesting "perfect sphere" we found.+1
While we're doing stuff, consider: can we recall anything of ourself, our history, our biology, our world?
Put sphere in stew for flavor.-1
Post by: King Zultan on January 08, 2020, 03:45:50 am
+1 Also grab the plate and the bedroll.Finish the stew. Eat. Go get that interesting "perfect sphere" we found.+1
While we're doing stuff, consider: can we recall anything of ourself, our history, our biology, our world?
Post by: Imic on January 08, 2020, 04:59:47 am
As the stew bubbles away, you fetch the sphere again. Best keep it close. You stick the plate in the bag, and roll up the bedroll. Even once everything’s tidied away, the stew still isn’t done, though. Your mind starts to wander. Do you remember anything substantial? Where you’re from? Who you are? You know some things, evidently. You know that root vegetables need a layer of earth on them while they’re stored or they go bad. You know how to make a stew, though the quality has yet to be seen. You know what a tree is. Also, you expected your skin to be... skin-like. Fleshy. Not constantly changing colours (Currently a bright teal). But at the same time you’re... oddly okay with the state of your biology. You’re not sure what that means. And where are you? You honestly have no idea. Nothing feels familiar. Nothing remains in the oblivion of your memory. Encouraging thoughts all around.+1 Also grab the plate and the bedroll.Finish the stew. Eat. Go get that interesting "perfect sphere" we found.+1
While we're doing stuff, consider: can we recall anything of ourself, our history, our biology, our world?
The stew has finished. Using a piece of the bag to shield your hands from the heat, you pour it all out onto the plate. Your hand instinctively reaches for a spoon, but finds nothing, so in the end, careful use of the knife allows the stew to be directed in your mouth. Nothing in the World could have tasted better. Hunger and thirst disappear. The juices are still running down your chin as you finish. You feel good inside.
The fire is dead now. The blackened ashes give off neither light nor heat, and it’s getting dark outside now, but something catches your eye. In the fire, half buried in the ashes, is a twisted, blackened piece of metal.
The wind seems to be picking up, and without the fire, it’s getting colder, though you can still feel the heat from the stew inside you. It’s quiet.
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Post by: King Zultan on January 08, 2020, 05:22:07 am
Post by: Imic on January 08, 2020, 10:39:06 am
Use the knife to move the metal out of the fire, and see if its still to hot to touch, then grab it and see what it is.A little big of digging later, you have in your hands a cold, hard lump of metal with a hole in it, and a wire attatching it to another cold, hard lump of metal with a hole in it, and one side’s been sharpened. A firelighter. Judging from where you found it, it seems to have been thrown into the fire by someone sitting almost exactly wherd you are now. There’s something else, too. A piece of paper. Several. All burned, blackened, and barely recognisable.
The wind is blowing at a steady pace outside.
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Post by: TamerVirus on January 08, 2020, 11:00:51 am
put in hole
Post by: Imic on January 08, 2020, 12:06:36 pm
Take ballThe Sphere is unfortunately bigger than both holes, and anyway, the wire connetcing the two is in the way. You can balance the firelighters on the Ball using said holes, though. You’re not sure what this might serve to accomplish, but for all you know, it could be the most important discovery you’ve made in your conscious existence.
put in hole
Your skin has stopped changing colours quite so fast, and over quite so large a spectrum. You are now switching through a spectrum of purples and greens at a slow, steady pace.
The wind blows dutifully on without much change. You’re starting to wonder if it ever gets tired.
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Post by: Superdorf on January 08, 2020, 01:03:10 pm
Find somewhere relatively sheltered from the wind, and rest as best we can-- the daylight will make our journey easier.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 08, 2020, 01:05:38 pm
This seems as good a place to stay the night as any.+1
Find somewhere relatively sheltered from the wind, and rest as best we can-- the daylight will make our journey easier.
Post by: Imic on January 08, 2020, 03:57:21 pm
You get out the bedroll and lay it out flat in the corner of the room, in an alcove that’s more likely to be the place showing it’s age than an actual design choice. You gather together your ragged clothing, do your best to conceal your bag, though it’s dark enough that you might as well not bother, and try to get a nap. In the end, through the clamour of thoughts wrestling their way in and out of your head, the distant wind lulls you, at long last, to sleep.This seems as good a place to stay the night as any.+1
Find somewhere relatively sheltered from the wind, and rest as best we can-- the daylight will make our journey easier.
You are in a round, roofless hall filled with uncountable mirrors, all reflecting you, all watching you. You desperately try to find two reflections that look alike, but every single one is different. High above, massive statues watch you, their suffocating gases pressing down on you from every side. As you grow more and more desperate, a black formless mass the size of a continent and shedding swirling black vapour begins to descend towards you from far, far above. Beneath your feet, the floor disappears, and a pool of thick, black liquid begins to envelop you. No scream will pass your lips, or if it does, the screaming coming from the pool is too loud for yours to be heard. Slowly, you disappear into the pool, and are lost.
Then you wake up.
Light streams into the Tower room from the stairs leading upwards. There’s almost no wind. Your bag and your bed are still where you left them, though you somehow ended up about 3 feet away from both.
As your hands work to push you up and away from the floor, you notice that they aren’t changing colour anymore. They’ve settled on a deep, almost greyish shade of blue and so, it seems, has the rest of your body.
You’re not hungry, though you could use a drink. All is silent.
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Post by: Superdorf on January 08, 2020, 04:09:53 pm
Pack up our things, and set off down that dirt path we saw. Paths mean civilization, yes?
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 08, 2020, 04:40:43 pm
Right then-- adventure awaits!+1 along the way, try to find a river or lake to drink from
Pack up our things, and set off down that dirt path we saw. Paths mean civilization, yes?
Post by: Imic on January 08, 2020, 05:28:37 pm
You gather your things, and hoist the bag over your shoulder. Heading downwards, the floor below you is empty and dark, containing another stairway down and little else beyond cobwebs, dust, and a sprinkling of moss. Ass you head down those stairs, however, you are greeted by an empty doorway leading to the great outdoors, a large stone statue on a plinth of a heavily-armoured Soldier with a Sword in one hand and a torch in the other, and an alcove in one wall with a pit, rope, and bucket. A quick cock of the head reveals distant running water. Soon, your waterskin is filled, your thirst satisfied, and you head out the doorless doorway.Right then-- adventure awaits!+1 along the way, try to find a river or lake to drink from
Pack up our things, and set off down that dirt path we saw. Paths mean civilization, yes?
The light is blinding, but as your eyes adjust, you see rocky green hills not far ahead of you. They look a lot bigger from down here. There’s a ring of scattered rocky debris surrounding the Tower, free of moss and age. After a few minutes, you tear your gaze from the blackened peak of the Tower, and stick one foot in front of the other, then repeating. Soon, the road brings you through a few acres of marshland, over the crest of a hill, and up towards the crest of a much, mich bigger hill. Far behind, you can see the Tower and its blackened peak. You can just about make out the ring of debris. Beyond it, you can see the long string of chasms it overlooks, running off towards opposite horizons. In some places, you can see spots where you could walk across. In others, you can’t see the other side clearly, even from this height. You press on.
Massive hills pass by on either side. Occasionally, you spot a small collection of trees, never very close to the path. The sun shines down, and the wind is at your back. And then you spot something else. A tall, elderly, gaunt-faced individual with not-blue skin, wearing a long dark cloak and carrying a large bag is approaching. As you get closer, they seem to spot you too. They (She, seemingly) adopts a faster pace until you reach each other. She greets you.
‘You turned around, then. Did something happen?’
She stares at you, awaiting a response.
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Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 08, 2020, 06:02:02 pm
Post by: Imic on January 08, 2020, 06:29:41 pm
”Do you know who I am? I don’t remember anything about myself””Do you know who I am? I don’t remember anything about myself.”
She continues to stare at you. She blinks a few times.
‘I... ah... okay. That’s... I don’t... You were in the, ah, Inn. You said you were going to cross the Graves. I’m afraid I don’t think I caught your name... I... did something happen? Stupid question. Of course something happened. Was it something from the Graves? I... um...’
The look she gives you while she’s speaking is unreadable, but you can safely bet that she didn’t expect a conversation such as this when she got up this morning.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 08, 2020, 08:50:49 pm
Post by: King Zultan on January 09, 2020, 03:21:11 am
“Did I mention anything specific about the Graves? What do you know about them?”+1
Post by: Imic on January 09, 2020, 07:03:08 am
“Did I mention anything specific about the Graves? What do you know about them?”+1
“Did I mention anything specific about the Graves? What do you know about them?”
‘I, ah... no. Plenty of People pass through here to cross the Graves, I don’t stop them all to quiz them. Well... really not that many, I mean... there are much better places to cross... uhm... I... The Graves themselves are... a lot of pits and chasms, and they go very, very deep. Sometimes, things come out. Sometimes they want to sell things to you. Sometimes, they... don’t. There’s nothing in the World more terrifying than being told that something’s crawled out nearby. I... I don’t know what to say to you. I’m sorry.’
Post by: Superdorf on January 09, 2020, 07:30:57 am
"You find me rather out of sorts-- it seems I've lost my memory in yonder tower!" (Point back that way.) "I'm most eager to learn again of myself and the world about me, but I fear I've been a bit-- abrupt-- in the process? I apologize for that."
Post by: King Zultan on January 09, 2020, 08:21:23 am
"Ah-- I should explain."+1
"You find me rather out of sorts-- it seems I've lost my memory in yonder tower!" (Point back that way.) "I'm most eager to learn again of myself and the world about me, but I fear I've been a bit-- abrupt-- in the process? I apologize for that."
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 09, 2020, 09:15:03 am
+1"Ah-- I should explain."+1
"You find me rather out of sorts-- it seems I've lost my memory in yonder tower!" (Point back that way.) "I'm most eager to learn again of myself and the world about me, but I fear I've been a bit-- abrupt-- in the process? I apologize for that."
Post by: Imic on January 09, 2020, 10:20:48 am
"Ah-- I should explain."+1"Ah-- I should explain."+1
"You find me rather out of sorts-- it seems I've lost my memory in yonder tower!" (Point back that way.) "I'm most eager to learn again of myself and the world about me, but I fear I've been a bit-- abrupt-- in the process? I apologize for that."
"You find me rather out of sorts-- it seems I've lost my memory in yonder tower! I'm most eager to learn again of myself and the world about me, but I fear I've been a bit-- abrupt-- in the process? I apologize for that."
She smiles nervously, and gives a few reassuring nods, more to herself than to you.
‘Well, uhm. You’re in the Far Reach. That’s a start.’
She waves back down the road in the direction you came from.
‘Back there’s the Graves, all the pits and chasms. In some places you can walk between them, or jump across them, in some places they’re a mile across. Around here we call them the Graves of the Nine Traitors, east of here they call them the Graves of the Heartless King. If you keep on heading in that direction past the Graves through the Near Reach for week or two, you’ll reach Surin. Don’t go to Surin.’
She turns around, and starts to wave in the direction she came from.
‘If you head that way, you’ll reach my Village, and the Highway eventually. It runs parralel to the Graves at a safe distance, and the Cities and Towns along it are the most you’ll find of Civilization until you reach Surin. Actually, now that I think of it, you said you had been through one of them... Lent, that was it. You didn’t say much else. You got irritated when People asked your name or your Species. Then someone asked your gender, and you punched them. You left after that.’
She’s mostly regained her composure, but she’s still not hiding her discomfort very well.
Post by: King Zultan on January 09, 2020, 10:38:24 am
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 09, 2020, 11:07:19 am
"Do you know anything about the tower?" Point at the tower. "And why shouldn't I go to Surin, is it a bad place or something?"+1
Post by: Imic on January 09, 2020, 12:27:45 pm
"Do you know anything about the tower?" Point at the tower. "And why shouldn't I go to Surin, is it a bad place or something?""Do you know anything about the tower?" Point at the tower. "And why shouldn't I go to Surin, is it a bad place or something?"+1
‘Oh, I’m sure it’s a perfectly fine place to live somegimes, but nowadays you don’t hesr anything except war, death, famine, and poverty. As for the Tower, I assume you mean the Shrine. I head over to leave a few offerings and clean the place up once a week. It used to be a watchtower, back when People could afford to build them. Why? Did something happen?’
She’s gained an artfully curated look of innocent curiosity.
Post by: TamerVirus on January 09, 2020, 12:44:34 pm
“Have we met before?”
Post by: Imic on January 09, 2020, 04:18:22 pm
”Who are you, again?””Who are you, again?”
“Have we met before?”
“Have we met before?”
‘Me? I’m Sheila. You were at the Inn not two days ago. You, ah... made quite the scene, all things considered.’
Post by: Superdorf on January 09, 2020, 04:50:03 pm
"Anyway, the tower. I woke there in rather a lot of pain, my mind empty but for the thought-- hah--" (smirk a little) "the thought that I'd just done something very foolish indeed! I found signs there of a recent explosion, and a curious object in the soot..."
Pull out the sphere we found earlier. "Does this mean anything to you?"
Post by: Imic on January 09, 2020, 05:39:06 pm
"Good grief, I suppose I had best apologize for that too! My temper has gone now, I hope, along with my memory..."
"Anyway, the tower. I woke there in rather a lot of pain, my mind empty but for the thought-- hah--" (smirk a little) "the thought that I'd just done something very foolish indeed! I found signs there of a recent explosion, and a curious object in the soot..."
Pull out the sphere we found earlier. "Does this mean anything to you?"
She stares at it for a few seconds, before shaking Her head.
‘It could be that your People lay eggs for all I kno-‘
She stops, and gathers herself again.
‘Uhm... my apologies. The answer is no.’
Her speech trails off as she is lost in thought.
Post by: TamerVirus on January 09, 2020, 05:47:15 pm
Post by: Superdorf on January 09, 2020, 06:17:27 pm
Earlier you said that I wanted to "cross the Graves." Why would I want to cross the Graves?
And sure, say this.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 10, 2020, 01:09:22 am
"An egg! Ha, maybe. I wouldn't know."+1 to all. Also ”You mentioned a scene earlier, what was it? Also you mentioned your people’ when referring to me, what is my kind called?”Earlier you said that I wanted to "cross the Graves." Why would I want to cross the Graves?
And sure, say this.
Post by: King Zultan on January 10, 2020, 01:25:56 am
+1"An egg! Ha, maybe. I wouldn't know."+1 to all. Also ”You mentioned a scene earlier, what was it? Also you mentioned your people’ when referring to me, what is my kind called?”Earlier you said that I wanted to "cross the Graves." Why would I want to cross the Graves?
And sure, say this.
Post by: Stirk on January 10, 2020, 01:51:30 am
Anyone have any cool new name?
Also pull out the orb, tell the lady we stole it from the shrine, and her if it is valuable and if she thinks it is a perfect sphere or not.
Post by: Imic on January 10, 2020, 04:24:01 am
‘Well, there’s People over there, in scattered farms and Villages, though not much of them. You might have been going to Surin after all. Maybe your egg has the power to end war forever. Maybe you were going to go into the graves for some ungodly reason. As for your People... I don’t know. I’ll admit it, People started bugging you because no-one’d ever seen someone who looked like you before. You were a novelty. It can’t have been your first time getting bugged about that, and you... well, you started a fight.’+1"An egg! Ha, maybe. I wouldn't know."+1 to all. Also ”You mentioned a scene earlier, what was it? Also you mentioned your people’ when referring to me, what is my kind called?”Earlier you said that I wanted to "cross the Graves." Why would I want to cross the Graves?
And sure, say this.
Who needs our old identity? We are clearly ready to pick a new life. We can punch people for all sorts of reasons now!She looks at it blankly. ‘Well, I didn’t leave it there, and I don’t know if anyone else has been to the shrine in about a month. A perfect sphere, though? I... sure. I mean... well, actually, now that you say it... yeah. And it could be valuable, to the right Person. It’d fetch a decent amount in a Pawn Shop, though the nearest one is back in Lent, or Kesch. Uh, Kesch is another City along the highway.’
Anyone have any cool new name?
Also pull out the orb, tell the lady we stole it from the shrine, and her if it is valuable and if she thinks it is a perfect sphere or not.
Post by: King Zultan on January 10, 2020, 07:33:23 am
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 10, 2020, 10:10:42 am
"Is there any town you'd recommend us going to, and do you have any idea of where we could figure out what we are?"+1, also, "Do you happen to know where we can find someone who knows more about the shrine, and possibly this sphere?"
Post by: Imic on January 10, 2020, 04:34:56 pm
‘You’re looking at the only Woman who still cares about the old Shrine. I know that most of the Cities have a University, and I’m sure someone in one of those would have answers, but I wouldn’t know which one was better. Or worse. They all have Walls, though, even if they’re too small to deserve it, so there’s nowhere safer.’"Is there any town you'd recommend us going to, and do you have any idea of where we could figure out what we are?"+1, also, "Do you happen to know where we can find someone who knows more about the shrine, and possibly this sphere?"
Post by: King Zultan on January 11, 2020, 08:29:20 am
Post by: Imic on January 11, 2020, 06:51:46 pm
"Is there a city you'd recommend we go to, to figure out what this sphere is?"‘I’d recommend you never set inside a City wall, but I don’t know if that’s the advice you’d find useful. Out of Lent and Kesch I know that Kesch is definitely the more... rough around the edges, but I wouldn’t be able to say if either would be likely to have that sort of information. They both have intellectual Communities, but I’ve been in contact with neither. And, uhm, if you don’t find what you’re looking for, always remember, there’s always more People out there. There’s always someone in the know. Usually.’
Post by: Superdorf on January 11, 2020, 08:42:56 pm
Bow. "I am honored to have met you, madam Sheila! Safe travels to you."
Continue down the path, towards the village (and eventually, Lent.)
Our memory's shot, our personality's a blank slate. We can make whatever we want of ourselves... and personally, I'm in the mood for a bit of courtly grace and derring-do. How about it? :D
Also, we need a name. I'm thinking Silvester.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 11, 2020, 09:00:42 pm
Post by: TamerVirus on January 11, 2020, 09:04:17 pm
Also, we need a name.Raphaël Ambrosius Costeau
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 11, 2020, 09:34:35 pm
Post by: King Zultan on January 12, 2020, 05:37:28 am
Nod to ourself a little. "Yes... thank you very much indeed. For your words, and for your patience. I shall head towards Lent, methinks, and perhaps find some answers there."+1
Bow. "I am honored to have met you, madam Sheila! Safe travels to you."
Continue down the path, towards the village (and eventually, Lent.)
Lets name ourselves Bob.
Post by: Imic on January 12, 2020, 06:01:26 am
Nod to ourself a little. "Yes... thank you very much indeed. For your words, and for your patience. I shall head towards Lent, methinks, and perhaps find some answers there."‘Same to you.’
Bow. "I am honored to have met you, madam Sheila! Safe travels to you."
Continue down the path, towards the village (and eventually, Lent.)
She turns around and continues down Her path while you continue down Yours.
Time passes. Its been more than an hour since you left the Tower. The morning dew is still thick on the grass, and the sky is bright and beautiful. As ypu pass another hill by, the road comes to a T-junction. To the right, the road goes on past another hill, while on the left, it winds by a stream towards a small valley, criss-crossed by low stone walls seperating a patchwork of fields from one another. Right at the stream’s source is a collection of thatched fieldstone buildings, and beyond them on the hills is a massive ruined Castle, covered in damp moss and shining in the sun. One of the Buildings is larger than the rest, and even at this distance, you can see it has a sign above the door.
The wind is slow, but steady, and mixes with the occasional birdsong.
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Post by: King Zultan on January 12, 2020, 06:52:04 am
(The castle sounds like something to look at later.)
Post by: Imic on January 12, 2020, 01:46:36 pm
Lets go towards the buildings.You follow the path towards the Buildings. The path here is well-trodden, and the soles of your boots are soon given a coating of mud. A Man passes you by, surrounded by sheep, calling out orders to His Sheepdog. He gives you a strange look, but quickly disappears into a nearby field. The smell of peat-smoke fills your senses as you approach the buildings. A large, two story building with an L shaped floorplan is at the centre of the Village, a sign with a bed and a mug hanging over the entrance. A tall, bearded Man with an axe, as well as two chatting Women turn to look at you curiously. There doesn’t seem to be any other buildings here open to the public.
The sound of birdsong, wind, and the occasional bark from a Dog mixes with the smell of Peat-smoke and cooking food. You feel okay right now, all things considered.
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Post by: Stirk on January 12, 2020, 02:16:19 pm
Gaze back at them more curiously! That will teach them.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 12, 2020, 04:02:17 pm
Post by: Imic on January 12, 2020, 04:41:58 pm
We don't have any money or anything worth trading. Dunno why we're going to an inn.You gaze at them with almost violent curiosity! The Villagers retaliate by upgrading their curious gazes to the much more potent and deadly curious stare!
Gaze back at them more curiously! That will teach them.
“Why are you confused? Do people like me not come here often? Do any of you happen to know what I am?”You suddenly stop gazing and walk up to one of the still staring formerly gossiping Villagers, and begin to speak;
“Why are you confused? Do people like me not come here often? Do any of you happen to know what I am?”
They’re reluctant to answer at first, but your polite persistence eventually gets them to crack.
‘Well, uhh... no. Y’were here the day before yesterday, don’t Y’remember? You caused a right old fuss, nobody’d ever seen anybody w’blue skin before. Besided, Y’said Y’were goin’ across the Graves, Why’re Y’back so soon? Did somethin’ happen?’
She awaits a reply with the same unchanging curious stare.
Post by: TamerVirus on January 12, 2020, 05:32:47 pm
Hold up the sphere like it’s the holy grail or something
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 12, 2020, 08:30:10 pm
Post by: King Zultan on January 13, 2020, 03:16:14 am
”Behold!”
Hold up the sphere like it’s the holy grail or something
“I lost my memory. Have any of you seen this sphere before>”+1 But instead of saying behold, say "Gentlemen, BEHOLD!"
Post by: Imic on January 13, 2020, 04:45:35 am
”Behold! Gentlemen, BEHOLD!"”Behold!”
Hold up the sphere like it’s the holy grail or something“I lost my memory. Have any of you seen this sphere before>”+1 But instead of saying behold, say "Gentlemen, BEHOLD!"
The two Women stare at you. The gossip they were discussing before is bland and uninteresting compared to this spectacle.
“I lost my memory. Have any of you seen this sphere before?”
The two of them shake their heads in unison.
‘Y’could ask Sheila.’
‘She’d be th’one t’ask for things like that.’
‘If Y’were coming From the Graves, Y’d’ve met Her, though.’
‘If Y’ve met Her and she’s been no help, I can’t say where Y’should go looking next.’
The two of them are getting on your nerves just a bit.
Post by: Stirk on January 13, 2020, 12:02:17 pm
"Would you like to touch it?"
Post by: Superdorf on January 13, 2020, 12:14:09 pm
That castle seems interesting. Let's go have a look-see!
Based on the actions we've performed thus far, I'm forced to conclude that our personality is whimsical, flighty, and most unreliable. With that in mind... I'm just gonna wing it.
Our name is Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau. Our friends call us Bob!
...
...or they would, if we had friends.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 13, 2020, 12:21:23 pm
"Well, thank you anyway. I have many explorings to do!"+1, let’s call ourselves R R SAC for short
That castle seems interesting. Let's go have a look-see!
Based on the actions we've performed thus far, I'm forced to conclude that our personality is whimsical, flighty, and most unreliable. With that in mind... I'm just gonna wing it.
Our name is Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau. Our friends call us Bob!
...
...or they would, if we had friends.
Post by: Imic on January 13, 2020, 12:48:40 pm
"Would you like to touch it?"‘No.’, they blurt out in unison.
"Well, thank you anyway. I have many explorings to do!"“Well, thank you anyway. I have many explorings to do!"
That castle seems interesting. Let's go have a look-see!
They wave good-bye, before immediately deacending into a flurry of hushed whispers, occasionally glancing in your direction as you stroll away towards the Castle.
Your gut feeling says that this is a good name. If nothing else, it’ll certainly turn a few heads, or turn them away. Either or.Our name is Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau. Our friends call us Bob!+1, let’s call ourselves R R SAC for short
...
...or they would, if we had friends.
The Castle is accessed by a small dirt path that winds its way up along the rocky hillside. It’s just as big up here, too. Thick stone walls connected to one another by square towers surround a massive courtyard, every block weathered, crumbling, and coated in moss. At its centre is a collection of keeps and towers comprising the inner section. Huge sections of wall have simply fallen away, and one particularly large Keep is missing half its mass, and looks like a stiff breeze could show uo and knock it over. Off to one side, overlooking the Village, one Tower has a roof, and a chimney. Aa you look at it, a Man walks out, takes one look at you, and starts to yell in your direction.
‘Why th’ fuck are you back here, eh?’
He begins to march sternly in your direction.
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Post by: Stirk on January 13, 2020, 02:03:58 pm
"Why do YOU think I'm back here?"
Post by: Superdorf on January 13, 2020, 02:07:40 pm
Post by: Stirk on January 13, 2020, 02:08:48 pm
"Just exploring! Should I be leaving?"
In this case, he probably means "Back Here" as in "Back in the village were you made a scene and punched some people", not particularly in the castle.
Post by: Superdorf on January 13, 2020, 02:18:43 pm
Ohhh
...okay change of plans.
"Oh dear, are you one of the people I offended during my stay here? I'm told I raised quite a ruckus..."
Post by: TankKit on January 13, 2020, 03:04:10 pm
Oh.+1
Ohhh
...okay change of plans.
"Oh dear, are you one of the people I offended during my stay here? I'm told I raised quite a ruckus..."
Post by: Imic on January 13, 2020, 03:46:34 pm
"Why do YOU think I'm back here?"
"Why do YOU think I'm back here? Oh dear, are you one of the people I offended during my stay here? I'm told I raised quite a ruckus..."Oh.+1
Ohhh
...okay change of plans.
"Oh dear, are you one of the people I offended during my stay here? I'm told I raised quite a ruckus..."
He stops.
‘Are you shitting me? Are you fucking shitting me?! What th’ fuck is wrong with you? You said you wouldn’t come back! I’m not afraid of you, not if you’re this fucking stupid!’
Whisper to the Orb about the ladies. That will teach them.As he speaks, you whisper about the gossiping old Ladies to the sphere. It doesn’t whisper back. He sees this.
‘What th’ fuck are you doing with that thing?! WHY ARE YOU HERE?! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!’
Post by: TankKit on January 13, 2020, 03:54:07 pm
I like that idea that we just keep asking questions about our past even when we're being shouted at. Then, when he inevitably punches us, we test our combat capabilities.
Post by: Stirk on January 13, 2020, 03:57:59 pm
I'm also not sure why we think random people will know about us losing our memory, especially those who are clearly angry at the old us.
Lets just stare at him silently until he goes away.
Post by: TamerVirus on January 13, 2020, 04:06:24 pm
it is wholly irrelevant if this angry dude is actually called Marty or not
Post by: TankKit on January 13, 2020, 04:09:56 pm
YOU told me to come back! You did, Marty!+1
it is wholly irrelevant if this angry dude is actually called Marty or not
Post by: Imic on January 13, 2020, 04:18:51 pm
"I'm afraid I don't understand what you're saying, I seem to of lost my memory a short while ago in the shrine near the Graves. Do you happen to know anything about that?""I'm afraid I don't understand what you're saying, I seem to of lost my memory a short while ago in the shrine near the Graves. Do you happen to know anything about that?"
Wha- what? You’re shitting me. You’re actually shitting me.
I'm honestly not sure why we came back either buddy.“I’m honestly not sure why we came back either buddy.”
[...]
Lets just stare at him silently until he goes away.
You stare at him silently whenever there’s a gap between words.
‘What’s that supposed to mean? Why’re you doing tha-‘
“YOU told me to come back! You did, Marty!”YOU told me to come back! You did, Marty!+1
You stare at him silently again the second you finish talking.
You’re not shitting me, are you. You’re... you rea... what? Why? How? What? I don’t... I... but...
He stares at you incredulously, at a loss for words.
Post by: TankKit on January 13, 2020, 04:21:11 pm
Post by: Stirk on January 13, 2020, 04:22:11 pm
STARE
No wait this is better +1
Post by: Imic on January 13, 2020, 04:34:56 pm
You STARE. The Man goes from fuming with rage to confused to the point of tears in a matter of moments. You could almost swear you heard an audible click."There are like five different people in my head telling me what to do right now. This may or may not be normal for me, but they are definitely like new people if it is. Therefore I am an entirely different person than whoever you have issue with."STARE
No wait this is better +1
He walks up to you, once he finally regains his composure, and he puts on a neutral, serious face. It’s not fooling anyone, but he seems reassured by it.
‘About th’ orb. Some stuff happened in the Inn the night before last. You said you know you caused a “rukus”, but what else do you know? And, uh, who told you?’
Post by: TankKit on January 13, 2020, 04:38:01 pm
Master diplomacy. In all seriousness, I can't believe that worked.
Who needs to calm the angry man down when you can just explain, shout and stare him into submission?
Post by: Superdorf on January 13, 2020, 04:41:51 pm
because this is completely out of control
but let's try and salvage it anyway.
"...I'm sorry. I'm very much not myself right now. You can probably tell."
"Sheila told me that I caused a ruckus, a few other villagers confirmed that. Mind telling me what I did?"
Say this.
Post by: Imic on January 13, 2020, 05:12:49 pm
I'm laughing so hard right now"Sheila told me that I caused a ruckus, a few other villagers confirmed that. Mind telling me what I did? ...I'm sorry. I'm very much not myself right now. You can probably tell."
because this is completely out of control
but let's try and salvage it anyway.
"...I'm sorry. I'm very much not myself right now. You can probably tell.""Sheila told me that I caused a ruckus, a few other villagers confirmed that. Mind telling me what I did?"Say this.
He begins to think for a second. Nervousness rises up into him, as he opens and closes his mouth, which is slowly replaced by anger, before being eclipsed by other, more subtle emotions. He puts on the serious face again, this time, with sencerity.
‘On one condition.’
He lifts up his tunic to show off his stomach. It’s mostly concealed under layers upon layers of bandages.
‘I get to punch you in th’ stomach. Just once, then I’ll call us even, and I’ll tell you something you’ve definitely forgotten.’
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 13, 2020, 06:30:48 pm
Post by: TamerVirus on January 13, 2020, 10:15:14 pm
Post by: Stirk on January 13, 2020, 10:27:46 pm
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 13, 2020, 10:29:42 pm
”How can that possibly be my fault, Bobby? For I know, you could’ve fallen on a rock!”-1 no point in being rude
"Ha, just once? You think one of your limp wristed punches is as good as ours, when you are injured? You will punch us ten times. In the face. No holding back."-1 to this too
Post by: Superdorf on January 13, 2020, 10:33:02 pm
"Ha, just once? You think one of your limp wristed punches is as good as ours, when you are injured? You will punch us ten times. In the face. No holding back."-1
Ten real good punches to the face could pretty easily kill us outright-- we'd at very least come out of it seriously mangled.
We've had our fun; we've enraged and confused this poor guy almost to tears-- it's time to be at least somewhat civil about things. A gut punch should be livable, and we've presumably earned it!
”It’s on;y fair. I hope you get better, and I’m sorry for that” Await the punching+1
Post by: Stirk on January 13, 2020, 10:42:58 pm
Probably.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 13, 2020, 10:46:03 pm
Post by: Stirk on January 13, 2020, 10:48:34 pm
The semicolon is supposed to be an l, shouldOI edit it? Also I will minus the plus in my last post
Traitor.
Post by: Superdorf on January 13, 2020, 10:48:39 pm
He will probably stop before killing us.
Probably.
I'd... rather not rely on the self-control of a big angry guy who's just been told it's OK to beat us to a pulp.
Post by: Imic on January 14, 2020, 05:19:12 am
”It’s only fair. I hope you get better, and I’m sorry for that” Await the punching”It’s only fair. I hope you get better, and I’m sorry for that.”
He steps back, enters a fighting stance, winds up his fist, and punches you in the gut. For a few seconds, the only thing you know is pain, followed by the unmistakable sensation of falling over and hitting the ground. The World stays like that for a while. Then you feel a hand under your shoulder, and within a few seconds, you’re in an upright position again, being patted down by the titanic Monster that just used Its powers of pure pain inducement on you. The Titanic Monster seems to be speaking, in Its Titanic, Monstrous voice. It says that Its name is Tom.
‘Yeah, that’s more or less what you did to me, except you left a bigger mark on Me when you did it. I don’t think I left a mark at all.’
He’s inspecting your stomach, under your ragged clothing. You did not consent to this, and you let him know with a well-aimed whack to His hand.
‘Alright, sorry. It’s just that more like punching a block of cheese than I expected. Anyway. Follow me, I’ll do this in the Tower. There’s chairs in there.’
Before you can reply, he grabs your wrist, and begins a fast walk to the small doorway leading into the Tower. Inside, after a climb up a ladder, through a trapdoor, and an unlocked doorway, you find yourself in a small, circular chamber with a wooden ceiling. There’s a fireplace in one side, with a peat fire burning steadily. The walls re covered in hooks, and rolled up hammocks attatched to some of the hooks. He gets two wooden chairs and fetches a pitch black candle, which he lights in the fire. A warm, yellow glow fills the room as he placs the candle in a clay candle-holder. He begins to speak.
‘I shouldn’t’ve gotten angry at you. That was probably the worst thing I could’ve done there, honestly. But I’m not going to apologise, and I’m going to explain why. Calmly. Calm.’
He’s reassuring himself again.
‘Right. So the night before last, I come down from the Tower. It’s been a long day, and I’ve been working my arse off fixing th’ roof. I come to the Inn, and there’s a Blue-skinned Vagabond with a massive bag there. So I’m there asking questions, since it’s my job, and you refuse to say anything. I take a look in the bag, since if there’s a weapon in there, I want to know, and there’s a big black orb in there. And I say what’s that, and I say it quietly, because it looks Private, but I still have a job to do, and then you get up, and you punch me.’
He stops talking for a second, and stands up.
‘Only before you hit me, time stops. Nothing can move, but I can still move my eyes, and my mouth, and I’m still breathing. And you look at me. And you start to talk. You say that if anyone asks me what startes the fight, I’m going to tell them I asked your gender. And you say that I’m not just going to tell the others, more People’ll come, and they’ll come asking about th’ orb, and they’ll come asking about You. said they wouldn’t look like you, they’d look more like me. And you said that you were sorry, and that you promised you wouldn’t come back. And I agreed. And then you punched me for real. When I got home, I was bleeding.’
He throws a sod of peat into the fire, and a shower of sparks fly up the chimney.
‘Now you’re obviously in a state, so I’ll tell you this for free. I’m not stupid. You’re trailing bullshit. In the Reach, there’s no army to come out and help you, no King to ride out and rescue you if something happens. You have th’ weapons you can make, and th’ Towers you can rebuild. Bullshit means death out here, death for everyone you know and care about. No-one’ll care if another Village disappears. Every moment you spend here is more bullshit that’s getting closer. So I’m not going to say sorry for getting angry at you. But I am going to ask you to leave. I’m going to say it politely now, but if this keeps up, I’m going to say it much less politely later.’
Tom points to the door through the dim light. His expression is complicated enough to be unreadable, but he’s definitely not happy at you.
Post by: TankKit on January 14, 2020, 05:25:12 am
With that, we should leave the village.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 14, 2020, 07:03:54 am
"I'm sorry for the trouble I have caused you. You have been quite polite, all things considered, so I'll do as you request."+1
With that, we should leave the village.
Post by: King Zultan on January 14, 2020, 08:08:07 am
+1"I'm sorry for the trouble I have caused you. You have been quite polite, all things considered, so I'll do as you request."+1
With that, we should leave the village.
Post by: TamerVirus on January 14, 2020, 08:24:28 am
Post by: TankKit on January 14, 2020, 08:28:57 am
Back the fuck up, you sayin’ I can stop time?-1
We can figure things out once we're out of his way.
Post by: Imic on January 14, 2020, 09:19:58 am
"I'm sorry for the trouble I have caused you. You have been quite polite, all things considered, so I'll do as you request."+1"I'm sorry for the trouble I have caused you. You have been quite polite, all things considered, so I'll do as you request."+1
With that, we should leave the village.
You walk out the door, head through the trapdoor, climb down the ladder, and exit the Tower without another word.
You head down the path, pass by the Inn, through the fields, and back to the T-junction. After walking for five or ten minutes, passing a rocky mountain, the dirt road abruptly stops, connecting to a wide stone road that disappears into both horizons at another T-junction, a grey stone obelisk acting as a signpost. On the other side of the Road, the ground rises up into tall, rocky hills almost immediately.
The cracked, ancient obelisk is covered in writing from about a dozen different languages, five of which you recognise, though the writing is small enough that it gets hard to read. One language is written with crosses on long lines, each collection of crosses and marks representing a different letter. One language is written in flowery script, while another is written with very angular letters. One of them is written from top to bottom, while another sees all the words written bottom to top, assembled into a circle, and read counter-clockwise starting at the left. The sign points in three directions: back to The Village, Marked as Klausbyr, to the Right, Marked as Kesch, and to the left, Marked as Lent.
It’s windy here, under the cloud-covered sky. You’re starting to get hungry. And thirsty. You sit down for a second while thoughts begin to bubble up in your head. You feel tired already.
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Post by: TamerVirus on January 14, 2020, 09:27:09 am
Post by: King Zultan on January 14, 2020, 09:28:36 am
Set up camp, have a drink, and boil a potato for dinner+1 And lets try to find somewhere sheltered from the wind for our camp.
Post by: Superdorf on January 14, 2020, 09:33:24 am
Post by: TamerVirus on January 14, 2020, 09:41:37 am
For now, I think we should check out some of the other villages mentioned to us
Post by: TankKit on January 14, 2020, 09:45:22 am
+1Set up camp, have a drink, and boil a potato for dinner+1 And lets try to find somewhere sheltered from the wind for our camp.
The Graves definitely seem interesting enough to return to in the future, but let's try to retrace the steps we took before we lost our memory first.
Post by: Superdorf on January 14, 2020, 09:53:55 am
Post by: Imic on January 14, 2020, 10:04:12 am
It’s still early afternoon, but you decide to have dinner anyways. There’s very little cover, and no trees to speak of, but in the shadow of a particularly large rock you find a small bush. Soon, using branches from the bush combined with your fire-striker, you set up a small campfiee. You take a drink, fill the pot with water, and leave a Potato to boil. In the time it takes for all this to happen, combined with how long it takes for the Potato to boil, not a single soul passes by on the road.+1Set up camp, have a drink, and boil a potato for dinner+1 And lets try to find somewhere sheltered from the wind for our camp.
The potato is delicious, if plain. You eat it skin and all, and that seems to be enough to satisfy your hunger for now.
Everything feels very still. There’s no sound beyond the crackle of the fire and the wind in the grass, and there’s no smell other than woodsmoke. Your hunger and thirst are both satisfied, and it looks to be mid-to-late afternoon, juding from the dim light breaking through the cloud cover in places that you assume is the sun.
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Post by: TamerVirus on January 14, 2020, 10:22:00 am
Post by: TankKit on January 14, 2020, 10:30:40 am
Pack up and head in the direction of Lent while there's still sunlight+1
Post by: Superdorf on January 14, 2020, 11:20:25 am
+1Pack up and head in the direction of Lent while there's still sunlight+1
Be sure to put out the fire before we go.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 14, 2020, 11:33:00 am
+1+1Pack up and head in the direction of Lent while there's still sunlight+1
Be sure to put out the fire before we go.
Post by: Stirk on January 14, 2020, 11:33:28 am
Post by: TamerVirus on January 14, 2020, 11:53:21 am
We don’t have any money to pay for a room. It might be better to spend the night campingCounterpoint: It's not night yet
Could also find shelter as we travel
Could also camp out on the outskirts of town if need be
Post by: Stirk on January 14, 2020, 03:47:23 pm
We don’t have any money to pay for a room. It might be better to spend the night campingCounterpoint: It's not night yet
Could also find shelter as we travel
Could also camp out on the outskirts of town if need be
If we want everyone to think we are a crazy hobo instead of a crazy hobo with time powers, sure.
I'd like to mess around with the orb more before perusing backstory things. If people are after us it'd probably be nice to know how to use it.
Post by: Imic on January 14, 2020, 04:23:27 pm
You stand up, stretch, and stamp on the fire until it goes out. You pack what little of your things you unpacked, and you set off. The road goes on, and on, and on, and on, winding between hills and mountains, occasionally giving way to patches of thin forest. You fill your waterskin at a stream running underneath the Highway, drinking enough to keep yourself going. You pass a few ruined stone buildings, and at one point ring of stone walls, which presumably once contained a Settlement built out of less long-lasting materials. The sun is almost out of sight by the time you crest a rise in the land, and see Lent ahead.+1+1Pack up and head in the direction of Lent while there's still sunlight+1
Be sure to put out the fire before we go.
It’s an impressive Place. A small mountain, steep and rocky on one side but descending gently on the other, plays host to the City, the bulk of which covers the gentler side in a sea of black, slate rooftops. At the base of the hill, a wall seperates it from another, far smaller section of the City with its own, much much smaller wall surrounding it. At the very top is perched a Castle, a marvel of engineering that looks as if three People wanted to design three different Castles on the same small space of land, and never noticed that a fourth Person managed to sneak a Monastery into the blueprints while they were arguing. The result is a hodge-podge of rooftops, battlements, Keeps, and undersized courtyards perched on top of a Hill which looks like it’ll shove the whole mess off at any moment. Surrounding the City over a wide area are dozens, if not hundreds of fields of grains, vegetables, and who knows what else.
In the distance, as your eyes take the visual cacophany laid out before you, you spot something else. Vast pits, deep chasms, the land sloping downwards to meet them, occasionally split up by thin slivers of ground. The Graves are closer here, and much, much wider.
By the time you reach the gates of the lower part of the City, night has almost completely fallen, and you’re getting very hungry. Inside the gates, you find a collection of mostly wooden buildings, built in the thin space between the two walls. A number of closed market stalls and shop windows fill what pass for streets here. The first layer is much smaller, and thinner, with wooden scaffolding built for People to stand on. The second layer is thick and tall, made of ashlar masonry, with two big, moss-coated Towers guarding the closed gate. A group of nine individuals wearing large green cloaks and peaked helmets stand outside. One of them notices you, features invisible in the darkness.
‘Heading in?’
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Post by: Stirk on January 14, 2020, 04:27:32 pm
"No, I just came to enjoy the wall. It is a very fine wall, the best I've seen in years. You must be very proud of it. I think I'll build a wall just like it around my own city one day."
Post by: Superdorf on January 14, 2020, 04:34:33 pm
‘Heading in?’
"Please."
Post by: King Zultan on January 15, 2020, 03:41:52 am
Well that crazy old lady told us not to, so lets do it and see what happens since we are here already.+1
"No, I just came to enjoy the wall. It is a very fine wall, the best I've seen in years. You must be very proud of it. I think I'll build a wall just like it around my own city one day."
Post by: Imic on January 15, 2020, 05:42:11 am
"Please."‘Heading in?’
"Please."
‘Alright, do you have papers, or money for the toll, I-‘
"No, I just came to enjoy the wall. It is a very fine wall, the best I've seen in years. You must be very proud of it. I think I'll build a wall just like it around my own city one day.""No, I just came to enjoy the wall. It is a very fine wall, the best I've seen in years. You must be very proud of it. I think I'll build a wall just like it around my own city one day."+1
‘... what? I... look, are you going in, or staying out?’
Post by: King Zultan on January 15, 2020, 05:58:32 am
Post by: Imic on January 15, 2020, 10:32:02 am
"I lack both papers and money, but I can offer you something with even greater value!" Pull a potato out of our bag and hold it up like its something amazing, then say, "Its a magical wishing potato and I will give it to you as payment for the toll!""I lack both papers and money, but I can offer you something with even greater value!" Pull a potato out of our bag and hold it up like its something amazing, then say, "Its a magical wishing potato and I will give it to you as payment for the toll!"
You hold the potato up to the sky as though it was a baby destined to end all hunger which would die instantly if it wasn’t given constant attention. There’s a pause.
‘We accept copper, silver, ceramic, beads, shards, sherds, bloody-gold, and a few others, but while I’d like nothing more than to accept your Wishing Potato as payment, it won’t be accepted as legal tender, I’ll get in trouble, and I’ve heard that wishing Potatoes don’t work for the unemployed, so no. If you’re not going in, the soup kitchen’s down Bluff street, and they have shelter for the Homeless.’
The tall figure turns around and begins chatting with the other figures. It’s cold out tonight.
Post by: TamerVirus on January 15, 2020, 10:43:15 am
if nothing happens, put sphere away and sulk off towards the soup kitchen
Post by: Stirk on January 15, 2020, 11:15:37 am
Take out the black sphere and attempt to stop time
if nothing happens, put sphere away and sulk off towards the soup kitchen
+1, but first...
“Of course the magical potato doesn’t work on the unemployed, or I would have used it myself! Fortunately for me it seems you have pegged me as a beggar, the second oldest profession. I humbly accept this offered job. Magical wishing potato, I wish to be inside those walls!”
Post by: Imic on January 15, 2020, 01:05:22 pm
Two drunks and a random Guy in a cloak have gathered to watch.Take out the black sphere and attempt to stop time
if nothing happens, put sphere away and sulk off towards the soup kitchen
+1, but first...
“Of course the magical potato doesn’t work on the unemployed, or I would have used it myself! Fortunately for me it seems you have pegged me as a beggar, the second oldest profession. I humbly accept this offered job. Magical wishing potato, I wish to be inside those walls!”
“Of course the magical potato doesn’t work on the unemployed, or I would have used it myself! Fortunately for me it seems you have pegged me as a beggar, the second oldest profession. I humbly accept this offered job. Magical wishing potato, I wish to be inside those walls!”
The Magical Wishing Potato gives you a stare, the kind of stare that can only be given by a Magical Wiahing Potato. After a while, the novelty wears off, and both the Green-cloaks and the three random strangers leave to return to their business. To your indignation, you remain outside the walls. The Potato goes back into the bag, and the Black Sphere comes out. You trace the patterns with your finger. You pat it in places. You demand and beg it to work, under your breath. The Black Sphere does nothing. If it were a Person, you’d swear it was mocking you with that silence. It is returned to the bag.
You find the sign that says Bluff Street in probably a million languages, you can’t be bothered to count, and follow it to a four story stone building. On the ground floor, there’s a door, and a large window with wooden shutters opened, behind which stands a Dragon. A Dragon with two arms, two legs, no wings, orange scales, clothes, and a tired expression. She gives you a Look as you approach.
‘You here for soup, a bed, both, neither?’
She waits expectantly for an answer.
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Post by: TamerVirus on January 15, 2020, 01:12:08 pm
Dammit, why does everything cost money?!?
Post by: Imic on January 15, 2020, 07:51:23 pm
Both and any advice on escaping the cruel tentacles of poverty‘Well, there’s always work for farmhands. Or any labourer. Or Grave-divers, if you’re desperate enough. Begging’s always an option, and some stalls hire extra hands if work gets busy. Couriers, spies, murderers, Plenty of People will pay good money for someone with no connections who can’t be easily tracked to do their dirty work.’
She pours out thick soup into a wooden bowl. As the last sentance leaves her mouth, Her voice has a hint of... bitterness? Anger? It seems odd that she’d be talking about that kind of activity out loud, to a stranger. She goes to the doorway, and unlocks it from the inside.
‘Head on up, first door on the right, Toilet’s under the stairs.’
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Post by: TamerVirus on January 16, 2020, 12:16:33 am
Post by: King Zultan on January 16, 2020, 02:50:37 am
Eat the soup. Have a look around, is there anyone else here?+1
Post by: Imic on January 16, 2020, 04:36:38 am
You eat the soup. You have no idea what the ingredients were, and it’s probably for the best not to think about it. It’s nice, though, hot and filling. There’s neither sight nor sound of another Soul, as far as you can tell. The street is cold and empty, with the slightest hint of wind.Eat the soup. Have a look around, is there anyone else here?+1
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Post by: King Zultan on January 16, 2020, 05:44:30 am
Post by: Imic on January 16, 2020, 09:46:47 am
Lets go up and get into that room, then look around and see who's up there.You leave the cold street behind you and head up the stairs. On the first landing, you take the door on the right, opening into a rectangular room with plastered walls and shuttered windows, the only illumination originating from a candle on the wall of the landing. The ground is covered in straw, and four figures lie sleeping on the floor. One of them is short, stocky and long-bearded, one of them is tall, lanky and beardless, and the other two look to be Dragon-People like the Lady downstairs. None of them stir as you enter.
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Post by: King Zultan on January 16, 2020, 09:58:10 am
Post by: TamerVirus on January 16, 2020, 10:15:19 am
They seem to be deeply sleeping, we'd better+1start screamingstab themthrow a flashbangleave them alone and get some sleep ourselves, but make sure we keep our bag close to us so no one steals our stuff..
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 16, 2020, 10:38:41 am
+1They seem to be deeply sleeping, we'd better+1start screamingstab themthrow a flashbangleave them alone and get some sleep ourselves, but make sure we keep our bag close to us so no one steals our stuff..
Post by: Imic on January 16, 2020, 02:00:38 pm
You find a patch of straw that seems suitable for sleeping and, after closing the door, you hide your bag under your many voluminous folds and layers of ragged clothing. Soon, you’re lulled to sleep by the rhythmic breathing of your fellow Vagabonds.+1They seem to be deeply sleeping, we'd better+1start screamingstab themthrow a flashbangleave them alone and get some sleep ourselves, but make sure we keep our bag close to us so no one steals our stuff..
A black pool lies below you. Voices and screams melt into one another. Crystal statues fall into the pool, and are broken and eaten by the thick, black liquid below. It reaches out, and demands you join It. You turn, and run. As you feel the anger fade behind you, a different darkness rises up in front of your path. It devours you before you have the chance to scream.
Your eyes open, and the images fade. Mostly. The black pool remains burned into your mind. You turn over, and look up. There’s light, streaming through open windows. The room is empty. Your bag is still there. You can hear the sounds of People, walking and talking outside. You could use a bite to eat, all things considered.
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Post by: TamerVirus on January 16, 2020, 02:06:25 pm
Post by: Stirk on January 16, 2020, 02:59:23 pm
Now that we have accepted our lot in life, it is time to become King of the Beggars.
Pull out the orb and hold it aloft, so that all may gaze upon it.
"HERE YE HERE YE! I have right here an object of VAST MAGICAL POWER! That is right, VAST MAGICAL POWER! With an object so perfectly round and also vastly powerful, I have many enemies wishing to steal it from me. I would say definitely but I appear to have lost my memory. I hear from a reliable source that some of you guys may be murderers, spies, and gravediggers! This is great, because I'll probably need all three of those things in the very near future. This is your one chance at a steady job to put food on the table. Who is interested?"
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 16, 2020, 04:45:59 pm
Grab some food and strike up some conversation with my fellow hobo-kind+1
Post by: Imic on January 16, 2020, 06:19:01 pm
You head downstairs. Outside, People are walking up and down the street. Gathered around the Kitchen Window are three of the Beggars you saw last night, the Tall, lanky, beardless one standing to one side eating some soup, the short, stocky long-bearded one right at the window, and one of the Dragon-People looking suspiciously at her bowl of soup, all joined by the Grey-haired Man running the Kitchen.Grab some food and strike up some conversation with my fellow hobo-kind+1
‘So what do you make of it?’ says the Short one, as the Dragon-Lady takes a taste of the soup.
‘... Chicken? No... not a bird... insect. Definitely insect.’ Comes the reply.
‘It wouldn’t be... Who was it... You know the one, the Merchant who was here yesterday, remember Him?’
The Grey-haired cook chimes in; ‘Don’t even suggest it, the Lancers’re pissed enough already. That... being said though... it was Fiacra who brought the Meat... so... uh...’
‘Hey, the New Fellah’s up.’
The two Homeless People and the Cook turn to look at you, glad for a distraction. Soon, a bowl of soup that you don’t really want to eat anymore is thrust in your hand, and you’ve been incorporated into the chat. Soon the questions arrive; Your name, Your Species, Where you come from, Your, uh, Gender, and a few others besides. But before you can say anything, something happens inside you. Something clicks into place. You drop your bowl on the ground, and you take out The Orb. You hold it aloft.
"HERE YE HERE YE! I have right here an object of VAST MAGICAL POWER! That is right, VAST MAGICAL POWER! With an object so perfectly round and also vastly powerful, I have many enemies wishing to steal it from me. I would say definitely but I appear to have lost my memory. I hear from a reliable source that some of you guys may be murderers, spies, and gravediggers! This is great, because I'll probably need all three of those things in the very near future. This is your one chance at a steady job to put food on the table. Who is interested?""HERE YE HERE YE! I have right here an object of VAST MAGICAL POWER! That is right, VAST MAGICAL POWER! With an object so perfectly round and also vastly powerful, I have many enemies wishing to steal it from me. I would say definitely but I appear to have lost my memory. I hear from a reliable source that some of you guys may be murderers, spies, and gravediggers! This is great, because I'll probably need all three of those things in the very near future. This is your one chance at a steady job to put food on the table. Who is interested?"
The Short One, the Grey-Haired One, and the Dragon-esque one all stop in their tracks, mid sentence, and stare at you in a mixture of shock and horror, intrestingly enough. After a few wordless seconds pass, the various People walking up and down the street all having stopped to join in the staring, the Tall, Lanky One coughs, and opens his mouth to speak.
‘... I am!’
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Post by: TamerVirus on January 16, 2020, 06:31:30 pm
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 16, 2020, 07:29:43 pm
You look like a mighty warrior! Join me on an adventure for wealth and glory! What is your story?+1 can’t back out now
Post by: King Zultan on January 17, 2020, 06:39:04 am
+1You look like a mighty warrior! Join me on an adventure for wealth and glory! What is your story?+1 can’t back out now
Post by: Imic on January 17, 2020, 09:17:44 am
“You look like a mighty warrior! Join me on an adventure for wealth and glory! What is your story?“+1You look like a mighty warrior! Join me on an adventure for wealth and glory! What is your story?+1 can’t back out now
He walks up to you, and starts stammering out some words, almost unintelligably.
‘Uh... I’m, uh... I... live here? I suppose? I mean, I don’t really have a Home, per say, or weapons, but, y’know, I’m up for wealth, I suppose.’
The short, long-bearded One sees something, and shouts.
‘Wait! He’s going to-‘
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0 vs (1d6) 5You don’t hear the rest over the sound of a knife slashing your throat. The passer-bys stand back in shock, while the Dragon-Lady and the Bearded Man run towards you. You feel your neck dissolve as the blade runs through it, and dark, blue liquid gushes out onto the floor. Within moments, you feel your neck re-seal what parts it can, but thick, blue liquid, so dark as to be almost black, continues to flow down your chest from the bits of neck with wounds to big to be re-sealed. Your assailant doesn’t look like he expected you to survive that, but he isn’t going to let that stop him. He’s reaching for the orb.
Wounds: 1
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Post by: TamerVirus on January 17, 2020, 09:21:58 am
(I guess we should stop show people our ball all willy-hilly)
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 17, 2020, 09:32:58 am
(We know this works, kind of, I agree we should stop showing people the sphere)
Post by: Stirk on January 17, 2020, 09:49:37 am
Put our blood on the orb, then slam it into his chest!
Post by: Imic on January 17, 2020, 10:05:24 am
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 17, 2020, 10:07:26 am
Post by: Superdorf on January 17, 2020, 10:08:11 am
Post by: TamerVirus on January 17, 2020, 10:36:14 am
I’m thinking we do only one action, do we even have a knife?We have an inventory
Don’t forget that
Edit: To keep us from doing 4 actions at once and inevitably fucking things up, I’m gonna...
One action. Knee. Into crotch. Now.+1
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 17, 2020, 11:21:16 am
Oh, sorryI’m thinking we do only one action, do we even have a knife?We have an inventory
+1 it will likely be quicker than the other actionsOne action. Knee. Into crotch. Now.+1
Post by: Imic on January 17, 2020, 01:18:07 pm
Your thoughts merge together. You make a descision. Your knee flies for his crotch...+1 it will likely be quicker than the other actionsOne action. Knee. Into crotch. Now.+1
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2 (1d6) vs 2... And hits him in the leg. He reaches for the orb...
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1 vs 4 (1d6)... And grabs it.
The cavalry in the form of a shot, stocky, longbearded Individual and a Dragon-Lady has arrived on the scene. He’s about to leg it, and your Gallant Heroes are lunging for Him.
Wounds: 1
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Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 17, 2020, 01:25:34 pm
“Why are you taking this? Do you know what it is? What it does? Tell me”
Post by: TamerVirus on January 17, 2020, 01:35:48 pm
Tackle him and retake our orb+1 while also screaming
“Why are you taking this? Do you know what it is? What I’d does? Tell me”
"ITS MINE! MINE! MINE! MINE! MINE! MINE!"
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 17, 2020, 01:53:00 pm
I edited my quote and this one to change I’d to it. This is not a double voteTackle him and retake our orb+1 while also screaming
“Why are you taking this? Do you know what it is? What it does? Tell me”
"ITS MINE! MINE! MINE! MINE! MINE! MINE!"
Post by: Stirk on January 17, 2020, 02:27:49 pm
Tackle him and retake our orb
“Why are you taking this? Do you know what it is? What it does? Tell me”
I'm going out on a limb and suggesting because we just claimed it is an object of great magical power that will lead its owner to riches and this literal murderhobo couldn't resist taking it.
He might just like round things. I'm not sure what deeper insight you are expecting to gain from shouting at a hobo who just knifed you and took your things.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 17, 2020, 02:55:33 pm
Post by: Stirk on January 17, 2020, 02:59:00 pm
Question, why did we lie about knowing what the orb did?
We didn't!
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 17, 2020, 03:05:57 pm
We lied about knowing what it does, the person from the inn told us time stopped, so it can do that, but we don’t know how we did it or if it can do other stuff. We should probably still tackle him even if we don’t ask him what he thinks it doesQuestion, why did we lie about knowing what the orb did?
We didn't!
Post by: Stirk on January 17, 2020, 03:07:48 pm
We lied about knowing what it does, the person from the inn told us time stopped, so it can do that, but we don’t know how we did it or if it can do other stuff. We should probably still tackle him even if we don’t ask him what he thinks it doesQuestion, why did we lie about knowing what the orb did?
We didn't!
No we didn't. We just said it has "VAST MAGICAL POWER", of which stopping time is included. This really isn't the time to stop and ask questions. We should have hit him with the orb while we had the chance :(
Post by: TamerVirus on January 17, 2020, 03:30:37 pm
Question, why did we lie about knowing what the orb did?We don't know shit.
Assuming that the orb can stop time was just that, an assumption. It didn't work at the gate.
Time stop could have been an innate ability we conveniently forgot for all we know
We are, after all, not exactly normal
Post by: Superdorf on January 17, 2020, 03:31:00 pm
"ITS MINE! MINE! MINE! MINE! MINE! MINE!"
All the +1
But first, smash our fist into his nose.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 17, 2020, 03:31:43 pm
+1"ITS MINE! MINE! MINE! MINE! MINE! MINE!"
All the +1
But first, smash our fist into his nose.
Post by: Imic on January 17, 2020, 03:42:22 pm
“Why are you taking this? Do you know what it is? What it does? Tell me!”Tackle him and retake our orb+1 while also screaming
“Why are you taking this? Do you know what it is? What it does? Tell me”
"ITS MINE! MINE! MINE! MINE! MINE! MINE!"
He doesn’t answer. He makes a run for it. You lunge, fist reared for a nice hard punch...
"ITS MINE! MINE! MINE! MINE! MINE! MINE!"
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1 (1d6) vs 3... and You faceplant onto the cold hard ground.
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6 (1d6) vs 3
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6 (1d6) vs 3When you look up, your assailant has been tackled to the ground by both rescuers. He has a look of regret about Him.
The Dragon-Lady speaksn ‘Take your thing, we’re not gonna hold ‘Im down forever.’
Wounds: 1
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Post by: Stirk on January 17, 2020, 03:48:18 pm
Post by: TamerVirus on January 17, 2020, 03:49:43 pm
Take our thing. Then get our blood on it and whack him with it.+1
Yes, now is the time to bash the orb into the assailant's skull
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 17, 2020, 03:55:54 pm
+1Take our thing. Then get our blood on it and whack him with it.+1
Yes, now is the time to bash the orb into the assailant's skull
Post by: Imic on January 17, 2020, 04:17:53 pm
You take the Orb back. Your wound is still present, but it’s stopped bleeding. You wipe the Orb in some of the stuff coating the cobbled street. You lift the orb high, and bring it down onto his head as hard as you can. As soon as it makes contact, he’s knocked unconscious with an almighty whack. For a second everything goes quiet. But nothing else happens. The Dragon-Lady and the Short, bearded Man let him go. Their eyes meet for a second, and then they nod. The Dragon-Lady picks Him up, and begins carrying Him away, while the Bearded Man beckons you towards the Soup Kitchen, the Grey-Haired Man watching from inskde with curious eyes.+1Take our thing. Then get our blood on it and whack him with it.+1
Yes, now is the time to bash the orb into the assailant's skull
‘He’s not going to stick around. And I think you might need some advice.’
Post by: Stirk on January 17, 2020, 04:22:35 pm
Now I'm lying about the orb.
Post by: TamerVirus on January 17, 2020, 04:26:00 pm
Don't forget the strip that bastard of all his valuables before you dispose of the body!
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 17, 2020, 04:56:26 pm
"I'm good. You see this orb makes me immortal so I can be as reckless and stupid as I want. I was actually just a human before I got it, its power is what made me all pretty and colorful. Worst that happens if someone kills me is I wake up with my memory lost, like earlier! I get to have trippy dreams about all the times I died in the past. Its pretty great."-1
Now I'm lying about the orb.
Yes, I am in dire need of advice. Please, thank you and come again.+1 wait, why are we saying come again?
Don't forget the strip that bastard of all his valuables before you dispose of the body!
Post by: Imic on January 17, 2020, 05:44:09 pm
”Yes, I am in dire need of advice. Please, thank you and come again. Don't forget the strip that bastard of all his valuables before you dispose of the body!”Yes, I am in dire need of advice. Please, thank you and come again.+1
Don't forget the strip that bastard of all his valuables before you dispose of the body!
‘Hah. Beggers don’t pick fights with Beggers, not around here. He’ll need His things soon enough.’
He takes you inside, up to the room with a straw-covered floor, and sits You down.
‘I’ve a feeling this is going to be interesting. My name’s Lokum, by the way. Two questions for you: Who are you, and how much do You know about... Well, anything, really. You mentioned losing Your Memory, and, well, I hope You don’t hold it against Me for taking the rest of Your speech with a pinch of salt after that.’
Wounds: 1
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Post by: TamerVirus on January 17, 2020, 05:49:17 pm
I am Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau!
You can call me Bob
I'm alive, I think.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 17, 2020, 05:59:53 pm
All I know is that I know nothing.+1
I am Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau!
You can call me Bob
I'm alive, I think.
Post by: Superdorf on January 17, 2020, 06:08:07 pm
+1All I know is that I know nothing.+1
I am Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau!
You can call me Bob
I'm alive, I think.
Post by: Imic on January 17, 2020, 07:27:05 pm
‘That... that doesn’t give me much to work with. Nice Name, though, I’ll give you that. Well, you’re in Lent. Lent is built at a five-way crossroads, sort of. Kobolds live in the north, they’re the tall Folk with scales, Humans live in the south, They’re the tall folk without scales, Dwarves ,like me, live in the east and west, and Deep Dwarves, Insect-Folk, and a bunch of Others all live down the Graves. The Graves run from the south-eastern Mountains to some mythic ending in the north-west, and if you go to the very bottom of them, you reach the Place called The Underworld; Caves, tunnels, oceans, pits, and who knows what else are all down there, all in constant darkness. There’s other entrances, small caves and whatnot, but The Graves are the biggest. Anyway, there’s a road that follows the Graves on the northern side, starting at the point where the Graves end at Giant’s fall in the south, and continuing to follow The Graves off into the north, further than anyone goes in this day and age. And a few Cities away from Giant’s fall... is Lent.’+1All I know is that I know nothing.+1
I am Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau!
You can call me Bob
I'm alive, I think.
He looks exhausted once he finishes. But he keeps going.
‘Even if you don’t want to be, You’re a beggar, or a Vagabond, or Whatever you want to call it. That’s what Society will label You as long as you keep on wearing rags and sleeping above the Soup Kitchens. We do the dirrty Work that no-one else wants; murderers, Spies, Thieves, Blackmailers, even Grave-Divers. But we have rules. We look out for each other, We talk to each other, and we don’t fuck with each other, ‘Cause The World will do that last one for us. Ethan saw an opportunity. If he could get it, he could have skipped Town a rich Man, and he wouldn’t have had to care about Our retribution.’
He takes a drink from a hitherto unseen flask. It smells very, very strongly of alcohol.
‘You keep that thing of Yours close. If, if it is Magic, that shit’s dangerous. Lots of People know little spells, small things. Spells of protection, spells of defense, I actually know a way to make bandages to seal any wound, though you need a specific pattern and certain kinds of paint. But really Powerful magic is the shit that Kills People. We find Spells by finding what works, slowly and carefully. But you can’t test out a spell of fire slowly and carefully, not without leaving all the actual work to an army of disposable slaves. If anything goes wrong, you’ll be utterly fucked. Probably. You never said what that thing actually Does, so for all I know it could make infinite Cats appear from thin air. I don’t know what else to say except keep your head down, and don’t be surprised when things don’t turn out the way you expect them to. The Soup Kitchens can’t always run, and debt will find you in the end if you wrack it up. Work is always available. And never take more than two bowls of soup a Day per Kitchen, or You’ll end up like Ethan, garaunteed.’
He stops.
‘Fuck... how long have I been talking for? I’m sorry. Tell me if I missed anything really important. And, eh... actually... no, nevermind.
Sunlight is still streaming in. You finished your soup a while back, and you feel pleasently full inside. It’s warm and cosy in Here, all things considered.
Wounds: 1
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Post by: TamerVirus on January 17, 2020, 07:39:40 pm
Post by: Stirk on January 17, 2020, 07:41:05 pm
Examine the orb to see if it reacted to KOing the dude in any way.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 17, 2020, 09:00:55 pm
"Its fine. You saw me take a knife to the neck right? I'm basically unkillable. It would take like, a dozen hobos to put me out. Maybe two dozen. Perhaps even three dozen if I'm having a good day. Who would send three dozen hobos after one person? I mean I would, but I am currently struggling to recruit one hobo."+1 to examining the orb, but we should ask about where to go to apply for grave diving
Examine the orb to see if it reacted to KOing the dude in any way.
I’m guessing we are from there
Post by: Imic on January 18, 2020, 04:29:42 am
"It’s fine. You saw me take a knife to the neck right? I'm basically unkillable. It would take like, a dozen hobos to put me out. Maybe two dozen. Perhaps even three dozen if I'm having a good day. Who would send three dozen hobos after one person? I mean I would, but I am currently struggling to recruit one hobo.""Its fine. You saw me take a knife to the neck right? I'm basically unkillable. It would take like, a dozen hobos to put me out. Maybe two dozen. Perhaps even three dozen if I'm having a good day. Who would send three dozen hobos after one person? I mean I would, but I am currently struggling to recruit one hobo."+1 to examining the orb, but we should ask about where to go to apply for grave diving
Examine the orb to see if it reacted to KOing the dude in any way.
I’m guessing we are from there
‘Hmm.’
He stands up and does a little stretch.
‘I’ve never seen anyone survive a knife to the throat, so I’ll give You the benefit of the doubt on that. Still, be careful.’
As he
So, tell me... Who would I go see to get some ‘dirty work’? A bulletin board? Or is there some sort of big boss in charge of all that? Maybe you can give me an example of what you’ve done before.“So, tell me... Who would I go see to get some ‘dirty work’? A bulletin board? Or is there some sort of big boss in charge of all that? Maybe you can give me an example of what you’ve done before.”
‘Big Boss? Hah! Not in Lent. If someone’s looking for “labour”, they’ll either look for someone to do the job themselves, or wait for someone to come for the job, in which case they’ll usually spread word around that they’re looking for a Worker, just don’t expect specifics from rumours. If you want to go Grave-diving, though, You can just head on down into the Graves, and bring back information or loot or whatever you find down there. It’s work for the desperate, but never forget it’s an option. Or You could go to The Constables. They’re always looking for People to Spy on trouble-makers. I think that’s it. Is there anything else You want to know? ‘Cause I have a Man to see about an antique sword hilt.’
Wounds: 1
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Post by: King Zultan on January 18, 2020, 10:15:46 am
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 18, 2020, 10:21:23 am
"One last thing whats going to happen to the guy that attacked me?"+1
Post by: TamerVirus on January 18, 2020, 10:22:59 am
"One last thing whats going to happen to the guy that attacked me?"+1
“Can I also smash the orb into his head again? Give him an extra dose of brain damage? This wound demands vengeance!”
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 18, 2020, 10:24:38 am
Do you want to kill him? He is already unconscious, if we do this again we have a good chance of killing the guy, though they might kill him anyway for the soup, so..."One last thing whats going to happen to the guy that attacked me?"+1
“Can I also smash the orb into his head again? Give him an extra dose of brain damage? This wound demands vengeance!”
Post by: Imic on January 18, 2020, 10:28:24 am
“One last thing, what’s going to happen to the guy that attacked me? Can I also smash the orb into his head again? Give him an extra dose of brain damage? This wound demands vengeance!”+1"One last thing whats going to happen to the guy that attacked me?"+1
“Can I also smash the orb into his head again? Give him an extra dose of brain damage? This wound demands vengeance!”
‘Tam’ll drop Him off somewhere. Ask Her where She dumped Him if you want some extra retribution. If He wakes up, He’ll have to leave the City after that stunt. If He doesn’t, well, People around here are used to bodies.’
With that, He heads for the door, and tramps loudly down the staircase. You are left alone in the empty, straw-covered room, quiet save for the wind, and the sound of distant passers-by.
Wounds: 1
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Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 18, 2020, 10:59:21 am
Post by: TamerVirus on January 18, 2020, 12:11:55 pm
Post by: Superdorf on January 18, 2020, 12:19:34 pm
Go find Tam (dragon lady?) and talk to her/thank her for before
+1
Post by: King Zultan on January 19, 2020, 02:10:25 am
+1Go find Tam (dragon lady?) and talk to her/thank her for before
+1
Post by: Imic on January 19, 2020, 09:34:51 am
head for the Graves
You head downstairs and out the door. The streets are becoming ever more crowded. Market stalls have appeared wherever there’s space, and People crowd around them from shop-front to shop-front. You scan the crowd, before picking out the Kobold from earlier, who You assume is the aformentioned “Tam”. As you work your way towards Her, People stop and look at You. Everything other than your face is covered in layers upon layers of ragged clothing, and yet you stand out, even when some of the People here might as well list Beard as an extra limb, some are 6 or 7 feet tall and posess brightly coloured scales, and some are literal insects walking on two legs. In the end, You make your way to Tam, and get her attention.+1Go find Tam (dragon lady?) and talk to her/thank her for before
+1
‘He- oh, Hi again. Do you need something?’
Wounds: 1
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Post by: Superdorf on January 19, 2020, 10:54:25 am
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 19, 2020, 11:37:37 am
"I just wanted to say-- thank you for before. You people really saved my hide back there."+1
Post by: Imic on January 19, 2020, 03:04:08 pm
"I just wanted to say-- thank you for before. You people really saved my hide back there.""I just wanted to say-- thank you for before. You people really saved my hide back there."+1
‘It was nothing; He had it coming. I’d be telling more than one Person’s secrets if I said why, though, so I’ll end it there.’
Post by: TamerVirus on January 19, 2020, 05:28:16 pm
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 19, 2020, 05:31:41 pm
”My brain is telling me that I’m probably gonna be going into the Graves later. Any advice on how not to die a painful death. I’ve got this knife for protection!”+1
Post by: Imic on January 19, 2020, 06:40:39 pm
‘...’”My brain is telling me that I’m probably gonna be going into the Graves later. Any advice on how not to die a painful death. I’ve got this knife for protection!”+1
‘... If you see something move, then You run, and hide if You can. Never fight; if you’re fighting, You’ve already died. The Deep Dwarves have lived down there since when the hills were Mountains, and they have all kinds of secret ways of surviving; If you meet one, stick close to them. Never spend too long down there, always remember that not all of the things down there hunt because they’re hungry, and if you hear bells, run for the nearest way out and don’t stop running until You’re dead or You’re back in Lent. If you can’t reach a way out and You hear bells, find the strongest looking building or room or piece of furniture You can, hide in it, and make Peace with Your Gods.’
She looks you dead on in the eyes, towering above you.
‘Don’t go down the Graves. Only the truly, end of the road level desperate ever go down there. You might find something interesting or something weird, something that’ll make You money, but You’ll always find something that You’ll soon wish You hadn’t. And you’ll never see the same thing twice. It will always be ready to break You, again and again. Do literally anything else. Spying on a paranoid former assasin would be safer.
She sighs.
‘Or, you know, run off and kill Yourself, that’s fine, I won’t judge, but I’m glad to see tha... y...
She puts Her head in Her hands for a second.
‘Sorry, bad memories butting in. I know I only met You half an hour ago, but the less People down there, the better. Go ahead, if it’s what You’re into. Fuck... I must sound so... so... pretentious.’
Her eyes drift away as she starts to think to Herself.
Wounds: 1
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Post by: Stirk on January 19, 2020, 06:47:38 pm
Hold the orb aloft again.
"Speaking of, a lot of Grave divers sell their goods here yes? Is there any merchants who I could talk to about that? I kinda want to find out more about this VASTLY POWERFUL orb. I know it can stop time and stuff, but the rest of the details got lost with my memories."
Post by: Superdorf on January 19, 2020, 06:54:27 pm
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 19, 2020, 06:54:48 pm
"Pretentious? No... you sound like someone who's lost something. I'll not ask what-- but thank you."+1
Post by: omada on January 19, 2020, 07:00:57 pm
Post by: Imic on January 20, 2020, 04:20:49 am
"Pretentious? No... you sound like someone who's lost something. I'll not ask what-- but thank you.""Pretentious? No... you sound like someone who's lost something. I'll not ask what-- but thank you."+1
‘... You’re welcome.’
"Ha! Memories, such troublesome things. Glad I threw mine away. Anyway, if I find some bells to ring I can avoid like 90% of random encounters with theoretical murderous hobos? Neat. You might tell that story to the average Hobo, but I'm a bit tougher than the average hobo. Plus I have this magical orb of VAST MAGICAL POWER!""Ha! Memories, such troublesome things. Glad I threw mine away. Anyway, if I find some bells to ring I can avoid like 90% of random encounters with theoretical murderous hobos? Neat. You might tell that story to the average Hobo, but I'm a bit tougher than the average hobo. Plus I have this magical orb of VAST MAGICAL POWER!”
Hold the orb aloft again.
"Speaking of, a lot of Grave divers sell their goods here yes? Is there any merchants who I could talk to about that? I kinda want to find out more about this VASTLY POWERFUL orb. I know it can stop time and stuff, but the rest of the details got lost with my memories."
‘You don’t need to shout, People are starting to lo-‘
"Speaking of, a lot of Grave divers sell their goods here yes? Is there any merchants who I could talk to about that? I kinda want to find out more about this VASTLY POWERFUL orb. I know it can stop time and stuff, but the rest of the details got lost with my memories."
She sighs.
‘Well, there’s three Pawn shops and a University in High Town, and they buy most things. Otherwise, just lay down a piece of cloth, sit down, and sell ‘em Yourself, Merchants will lie to You and underpay You. University folk, on the other hand, can’t lie for a bunch of reasons, and the Pawnbrokers are too snobbish and competetive to lie. If You think a Pawnbroker’s lying to You, try and subtly suggest that one of the other Pawn Shops gave You a better deal already. Make it look like You didn’t mean to tell them that. If You can pull it off, they’ll spew forth the truth like there’s no tomorrow.’
Wounds: 1
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Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 20, 2020, 04:30:42 am
Post by: King Zultan on January 20, 2020, 09:06:24 am
Head to a University and ask them what they know of the sphere+1
Post by: Imic on January 20, 2020, 12:21:03 pm
‘See ya.’ She says, as you leave for the University.Head to a University and ask them what they know of the sphere+1
Several minutes later, you have combed all the area within the outer walls, only to discover that the entire space here is tiny, in some places not even big enough for more than one building to fit between the inner and outer walls, and if there’s a University down here, it’s very, very well hidden. In the end, You find Yourself back at the tiny length of road between the outer and inner gates, surrounded on all sides by crowds of People and market stalls, with nothign much to show for your last twenty or so minutes of searching other than more than a little thirst.
Wounds: 1
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Post by: TamerVirus on January 20, 2020, 12:31:17 pm
Post by: Stirk on January 20, 2020, 01:23:26 pm
We kinda needed to ask for a way into the walls before ditching our exposition fairy
Post by: TamerVirus on January 20, 2020, 01:36:15 pm
We kinda needed to ask for a way into the walls before ditching our exposition fairyWe already know the way into the walls
MONEY
Post by: Stirk on January 20, 2020, 01:42:08 pm
We kinda needed to ask for a way into the walls before ditching our exposition fairyWe already know the way into the walls
MONEY
Our hobo knew about the pawn shop and university, so she probably knows the secret hobo shortcut to getting inside. Otherwise we need a way to get money
Post by: Imic on January 20, 2020, 06:17:49 pm
Go to a local guardsman and ask for directionsYou look around, and try to find a Guard. After abut a minute, You end up at the Gates, talking to one of the People in massive green cloaks.
‘The University is in High Town You, head to the Gallows arch, head down Baker’s street, take a left when You reach the Inn, and keep going, You can’t miss it. If You’re heading in, I’ll need money for the toll, though. And, uh, heh, we still don’t accept magic potatoes.’
Post by: TamerVirus on January 20, 2020, 06:38:27 pm
Post by: Superdorf on January 20, 2020, 07:10:02 pm
Post by: Stirk on January 20, 2020, 07:13:17 pm
Post by: Superdorf on January 20, 2020, 07:40:13 pm
Look at our neck. Do we still have a massive cut that would be suspicious to the guard?
It was still marked as a "wound" in our last status/inventory update-- but I am curious to see how it's closing, if at all. +1
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 20, 2020, 07:50:04 pm
"Very well sir-- I shall attempt to obtain money. Could you possibly direct me to the nearest constabulary?"+1
Post by: Imic on January 21, 2020, 03:35:40 am
Why is there a toll, anyway? What is so important beyond this Gate that requires payment?!? This artificial bourgeois construct is ABSOLUTELY DISCRIMINATORY against the hardworking public!He is taken aback by that.
‘... Look, the toll’s literally half a penny. Three coppers, or one red bead, or two sherds, or 12 shards. It’s not that much. If you want to go in and out for free, just... get some fucking papers from the Constabulary.’
Its hard to see your neck withoit breaking it, but a quick run-over with your hand reveals it to be amaller than you thought it was. So it’s probbaly healing.Look at our neck. Do we still have a massive cut that would be suspicious to the guard?
It was still marked as a "wound" in our last status/inventory update-- but I am curious to see how it's closing, if at all. +1
Go to main street, turn left at the cheese shop, it’s the only Building made from stone."Very well sir-- I shall attempt to obtain money. Could you possibly direct me to the nearest constabulary?"+1
Post by: King Zultan on January 21, 2020, 07:13:21 am
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 21, 2020, 07:28:06 am
Then let us go to the constabulary and obtain some money!+1 “thank you”
Post by: Imic on January 21, 2020, 09:24:01 am
“thank you!”Then let us go to the constabulary and obtain some money!+1 “thank you”
‘Alright.’
You follow the directions given to You by the Greencloak. You squeeze through the crowd down the Main Street, and soon spot the Cheese shop, a tall-gabled 3-story log Building, leaning noticably to one side. You take the left turn, and come onto a street lined with similar looking tall-gabled Buildings, crowded with market stalls and People walking between them. At the end of the road, you see a large stone building. Not fine ashlar, this was built with the stuff that locals dug up from their fields. It’s coated in old whitewash, stained dark in places with ash and soot from the chimneys. Once, it was probably two or three buildings, but they’ve long since been fused together with extra walls, roofs, sheds, and windows. An arch, tucked between a large extension and a small extension, beckons You forward into a courtyard beyond.
As You walk through the arch, the smell of cooking food enters Your senses. An ancient looking brown-haired Dog with a green collar looks up at You as You pass, lets out a half-hearted growl, and goes back to sleep. As You pass out into the Courtyard, enclosed on three sides by whitewashed walls and the fourth by the Building itself, You find a total of three Individuals wearing battered chainmail armour and green sashes hanging out their washing. Before You can say anything, however, a fourth Individual, a green scaled Kobold in full uniform with the addition of a beige, flour-stained apron, shepherds You without uttering a single word towards an external staircase, in a doorway at the top, through a maze of coridoors and finally into a small, spartan Office. It has a desk, a cabinet, two chairs, a thin glass window, and a carved and painted wooden insignia hanging on the wall, showing a white bird of some description on a green background. Sitting on one of the chairs, behind the desk, is a Kobold with bluish-grey scales. She looks up as You enter the room.
‘Wait, why did Yo-‘
The Kobold who brought You here leaves before the sentence can be finished. The Kobold sitting in front of You sighs, and she begins to clear the desk of papers.
‘I’m sorry about Him, He got tired of People asking for help a long time ago and He just drags them to Me. If He wasn’t such a Good baker, I’d have killed Him years ago.’
She coughs, takes out a pen and a piece of stiff cloth, and straightens Her back.
‘Right, I’m going to need Your name and the purpose of Your visit. I- wait.’
Her eyes lock onto You, and Her voice fills with suspicion.
‘Do I know You?’
Wounds: 1
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Post by: TamerVirus on January 21, 2020, 09:27:48 am
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 21, 2020, 11:10:49 am
Post by: Stirk on January 21, 2020, 12:24:12 pm
Surely you must have heard of the many deeds and the dashing good looks of Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau!
+1, but bow elegantly to show how gentlemanly, dashing, and elegant we are.
Post by: Imic on January 21, 2020, 04:07:13 pm
You Bow elegantly, before speaking;Surely you must have heard of the many deeds and the dashing good looks of Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau!
+1, but bow elegantly to show how gentlemanly, dashing, and elegant we are.
“Surely you must have heard of the many deeds and the dashing good looks of Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau!”
There’s no reply. Her look becomes almost unreadable, save for the certainty that there’s a lot She’s keeping to Herself right now. Out of the many quiet things she mutters without noticing, You only manage to pick up on two:
‘... Kon did remember...’
And
‘... another of the fucking bastards...’
Eventually, You break the silence with Your characteristic schizophrenic enthusiasm;
”I lost my memory, so maybe> I have taken the name of Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau or Bob for short. Can you please tell me what you think you know of me?”
”I lost my memory, so maybe. I have taken the name of Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau or Bob for short. Can you please tell me what you think you know of me?”
She’s noticably taken aback by the sudden change of tone, and it takes Her what fels like an eternity to think. Finally, in a very cautious tone of voice betraying many, many decades of experience, she replies.
‘... No. A lot of People would get into a lot of trouble. You and me included. If You want answers... look for them discreetly. And this...’
She reaches into a drawer, and takes out a folded piece of paper. She hands it to You.
‘... Is Yours.’
The Paper, unfolded, reveals itself as identification Papers for a Citizen of Lent. The signature simply has an X marked on it. It has a simple sketch of a tired-looking Person who looks almost but not quite like a Human, in ragged clothing similar to Your own.
‘Now. There is no more business for us to discuss, Please leave. If You think that there is, I apologise for the rudeness, but You’re wrong.
She opens the door, and becons for You to leave.
Wounds: 1
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Post by: Stirk on January 21, 2020, 04:10:21 pm
Post by: Superdorf on January 21, 2020, 04:11:35 pm
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 21, 2020, 05:36:05 pm
"...Thank you ma'am."+1
Go to the guard and show him the papers. When he lets us in, go to the University
Post by: Imic on January 22, 2020, 06:30:56 am
Bow again, then leave. Wrap our magic potato in this citizenship papers and lets go to the University!
"...Thank you ma'am.""...Thank you ma'am."+1
Go to the guard and show him the papers. When he lets us in, go to the University
You bow, and then leave. She follows You out, and as You leave the Courtyard, You hear Her say something behind You.
‘Kon, I need to talk to You, It said It lost It’s memory.’
After that, You hear no more.
You make Your way back to main street, and swim Your way through the crowds, towards the opened gatehouse, where You present Your Papers. The Greencloak who takes them, a Red-haired, scar-faced Dwarf with a forked beard, asks more than once about why a Potato has been wrapped up with Your papers, and no amount of explaining that it’s a magic potato seems to satiate Him. Eventually, though, He lets You through, mostly out of exhaustion.
Finally, You pass through the gates, into the legendary upper parts of Town! The University awaits You! The gates open in front of You!
You are somewhat disappointed.
A cobbled street, overgrown in some places with moss and grass peeking between stones, continues before You. On either side, tall, heavily plastered and whitewashed, thickly-walled, roughly-built, high-gabled ended, slate-roofed buildings rise above You, packed together with almost no space in between. Out of every seven or so Buildings, one looks to be empty. You don’t know what You expected, but You didn’t expect it to be quite this run-down and miserable. After some walking up steep roads, You eventually reach a large square, with a free-standing arch at its centre, proud and tall, smeared with generations of uncleaned soot and ash, with a gallows set up underneath, the nooses hanging from beams lain down on the underside of the arch istelf. There are less People up here, but only compared to the Low Town. The wind is stronger, too.
After some looking around, You find the street with a sign labelling it as ‘Baker’s street’. Lined with Bakeries, filled with the smell of baking goods, it winds ever so slightly to the right, before depositing You at a T-junction. Ahead is what looks like a former Temple, with stained glass windows and flying butresses, which has long since been expanded and mutilated with a dozen or so extra bits shoved on, with dozens of chimneys and windows and doorways and rooftops. At the gates, a Woman with long grey hair and a face composed of wrinkles and angles stops You.
‘You here to visit? If Y’are, I’ll need Yer name, Yer papers, and Yer purpose of visit. No exeptions.’
Wounds: 1
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Post by: TamerVirus on January 22, 2020, 07:41:21 am
Here are my documents!
I am here to have some mysterious artifacts identified.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 22, 2020, 07:43:07 am
My name is Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau!+1, but artifact, we only have one wrt9fwct, the sphere
Here are my documents!
I am here to have some mysterious artifacts identified.
Post by: King Zultan on January 22, 2020, 11:30:19 am
+1My name is Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau!+1, but artifact, we only have one wrt9fwct, the sphere
Here are my documents!
I am here to have some mysterious artifacts identified.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 22, 2020, 11:32:15 am
No idea how/why autocorrect decided to scramble a word...+1My name is Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau!+1, but artifact, we only have one
Here are my documents!
I am here to have some mysterious artifacts identified.wrt9fwctartifact, the sphere
Post by: Imic on January 22, 2020, 11:57:46 am
“My name is Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau!”No idea how/why autocorrect decided to scramble a word...+1My name is Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau!+1, but artifact, we only have one
Here are my documents!
I am here to have some mysterious artifacts identified.wrt9fwctartifact, the sphere
She writes it down in a ledger. ‘Nice name. Not from around here I think, correct me if I’m wrong.’
“Here are my documents!”
‘These... look... to be in order.’ She hands them back
“I am here to have a mysterious artifact identified.“
‘Righty. I’ll take You to Brenjhan, in that case.’
She leads You through the gates, and intk a Courtyard, through a door, through coridoor after coridoor after coridoor, until finally, You abruptly stop outside a wooden door with Professor Branjhen written on it. She knocks.
‘Come in.’
The voice is smooth and academic, with a slight accent. The door is opened. Inside, the office is small, with a window on one side and another door opposite You. A desk, surrounded by shelves and tables and cabinets on all sides, plays host to three chairs on Your side, and a tall, black-scaled Kobold on the other. He looks up from his writing, and His eyes light up.
‘It’s You! I thought You weren’t coming back. Please, take a chair, and I will make us some tea.’
He walks through the other door, beconing You to follow. The Lady who lead You in takes Her leave.
In the far room, You find a small whitewashed stone bedroom, with a small fireplace, a bed, and various bits of assorted detritus and furniture scattered throughout. A single glass window lets in a dim stream of light. As He pours some water from a bucket into a cast-iron kettle, He begins to talk.
‘So, Why did You come back? I distinctly recall that You intended to continue on to Surin.’
Wounds: 1
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Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 22, 2020, 12:03:18 pm
Post by: TamerVirus on January 22, 2020, 12:04:34 pm
Post by: Imic on January 22, 2020, 06:48:06 pm
Change of plans! You might have met me, but that me is no longer me! Now, I am Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau! And I'm here to find out what this sphere thing is...“Change of plans! You might have met me, but that me is no longer me! Now, I am Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau! And I'm here to find out what this sphere thing is...“
‘... What?’
“I lost my memory. What else do you know of me? Can you tell me what this is and what it does?” Show him the sphere“I lost my memory. What else do you know of me? Can you tell me what this is and what it does?”
He puts the kettle down on the hearth, and sits down. He takes the Sphere. He thinks for a long while.
‘... Well. This was... not how I expected my afternoon to go.’
He stares at the Sphere for a few seconds, before turning back to You.
‘You came here looking for a book. Mysteries of the Witnesses was its name. You had been up and down the Graves in every City looking for a copy, and we checked the records, and we had one. When we looked, we couldn’t find it, but You insisted we not stop looking until every stone was unturned. We chatted a lot. You never said anything about what the book was for, or where You came from, or Who You were. You called Yourself Wander, but that was apparently just an epithet You took on. But You knew a great deal about the Unnatural Mysteries, and being my field of expertise, we had much to talk about in that regard. You had a few spells I added to the lists, and I gave You a few in exchange. You applied for Citizenship after a while. You paid for all the extra expenses we accrued looking for the book. In the end, we found it. In a locked box. Behind a wall, a fireplace, a room full of ancient, decayed traps, and a door which had been plastered over to look like the (stone!) wall. You paid every penny, and You headed out. And then You came back.’
He sighs.
‘As for... this...’
He nudges at the Sphere.
‘I have neither seen nor heard of anything like this before in My life. If You leave it with Me, I could do some sleuthing. The patterns would be a good starting point, methinks.’
He gets up to the tune of the whistling kettle, and pours out two cups of steaming hot tea.
‘Is there anything else I can help You with? My time is limited, but I definitely have one or two favours owed to You for those Spells.’
Wounds: 1
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Post by: TamerVirus on January 22, 2020, 07:57:50 pm
Because I have forgotten everything related to that
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 22, 2020, 08:11:20 pm
Spells? What spells? Like magic spells? Magic spells coming from me? Oh! Was I an all-powerful mage?+1
Because I have forgotten everything related to that
Because I forgot, will you retract me some spells I apparently taught you?
Post by: King Zultan on January 23, 2020, 03:22:02 am
+1Spells? What spells? Like magic spells? Magic spells coming from me? Oh! Was I an all-powerful mage?+1
Because I have forgotten everything related to that
Because I forgot, will you retract me some spells I apparently taught you?
Post by: Imic on January 23, 2020, 03:58:28 am
“Spells? What spells? Like magic spells? Magic spells coming from me? Oh! Was I an all-powerful mage?”+1Spells? What spells? Like magic spells? Magic spells coming from me? Oh! Was I an all-powerful mage?+1
Because I have forgotten everything related to that
Because I forgot, will you retract me some spells I apparently taught you?
“Because I have forgotten everything related to that.“
“Because I forgot, will you retract me some spells I apparently taught you?“
‘As Magicians go, I have reason to believe that You were indeed very Powerful. Perhaps You still have that spark.’
Ha grabs a chair and sits You down on it, throws a sod of peat on the fire and hands You a cup of tea.
‘Grab some milk if You take it. Now. Let’s start with some basics.’
He straightens his back, and cracks his knuckles.
‘The casting of Spells is done through many, many methods, however, there are two main requirements. The first is intention: you will never cast a Spell if You don’t intend to cast one. The second is artistic skill. Not necessarily skill with a painter’s brush, however; many things count as art. Words, music, singing, dancing, even martial arts, all can be used to cast a Spell. Words are the most common and precise method, but the others are far more interesting, though that’s not a popular opinion in academic circles. The main difference between the methods is that some are better suited to casting certain spells than others; a common spell of healing is to paint specific patterns and symbols on a piece of cloth, which You then use as a bandage. When You unwrap it, wounds heal. Simple as that. But, if You try to sing to the bandage to make it heal the wound, You’ll have very, very different results. I could give a deluge of examples and Spells, but I shaln’t bore You with that. As long as You intend to cast the spell, and You follow rough guidlines, the spell will be cast, and that’s the important bit. The more Powerful and specific the spell, the longer, more complex, and more specific the process to cast it becomes. Many of the most Powerful spells need many casters, many various objects assembled in certain ways, and the more awful the consequences if something goes wrong.
He sits down.
‘So? Do You want to learn some Spells through Words, or is there something else You’d like to utilize? Be warned, casting spells with Your words is a very easy and quick way to lose Your voice. And do drink Your tea before it gets cold.’
Wounds: 1
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Post by: TamerVirus on January 23, 2020, 07:57:42 am
First off, I want to get rid of this nasty, nasty wound.
Post by: King Zultan on January 23, 2020, 08:00:13 am
Drink some of that tea+1 But don't drink the tea, EAT the tea I don't care how we do it, just eat it!
First off, I want to get rid of this nasty, nasty wound.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 23, 2020, 08:22:57 am
Drink some of that tea+1, let’s drink the tea and try to heal our neck wound
First off, I want to get rid of this nasty, nasty wound.
Post by: Imic on January 23, 2020, 10:48:06 am
Drink some of that tea+1 But don't drink the tea, EAT the tea I don't care how we do it, just eat it!
First off, I want to get rid of this nasty, nasty wound.
“First off, I want to get rid of this nasty, nasty wound.”Drink some of that tea+1, let’s drink the tea and try to heal our neck wound
First off, I want to get rid of this nasty, nasty wound.
He leans in to inspect Your wound.
‘Well, if You let me have a loo- Shit of a Bastard Fish, how are You still alive!?’
He takes a minute to get a good look at the Wound. You can’t see it, and You haven’t looked in a Mirror for as long as You can remember, but as He traces along what You assume is the wound, You feel Him cover mlre than a third of Your neck.
‘I’ve never seen a Wound this big on a neck that still worked. This is amazing.’
He sits back down for a second as You munch on Your teacup, spilling tea absolutely everywhere. The actual tea proves difficult to eat, since it just goes straight down the gob without allowing the teeth to prove a sufficient enough obstacle for proper munching, and despite Your best efforts, Your teacup doesn’t want to be eaten, and remains subbornly solid.
‘... I know You have amnesia, but that’s not how You drink... anything. If You’re... uh... up for it, how’s about I give You a lesson on healing? Any medium You want. I did a lesson on interpritive dance a few weeks ago. And, uh... for the future, most Pople find tea much nicer with a bit of milk.’
Wounds: 1
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Post by: TamerVirus on January 23, 2020, 10:52:49 am
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 23, 2020, 10:55:29 am
Post by: King Zultan on January 24, 2020, 08:30:47 am
Is dancing the most effective way to heal wounds fatal to ordinary folk? If so, I'm ready to get my boogie on! My poses will be the most fabulous in this dimension!+1 Gotta get our grove on.
"You know who eats their tea with milk, COMMUNISTS that's who!"
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 24, 2020, 08:52:48 am
-1 to "You know who eats their tea with milk, COMMUNISTS that's who!". This is unneeded, I’m not sure if communists exist here, and if they do, it doesn’t mean they are like StalinIs dancing the most effective way to heal wounds fatal to ordinary folk? If so, I'm ready to get my boogie on! My poses will be the most fabulous in this dimension!+1 Gotta get our grove on.
"You know who eats their tea with milk, COMMUNISTS that's who!"
Post by: King Zultan on January 24, 2020, 09:03:46 am
Post by: Stirk on January 24, 2020, 11:52:44 am
-1 to "You know who eats their tea with milk, COMMUNISTS that's who!". This is unneeded, I’m not sure if communists exist here, and if they do, it doesn’t mean they are like StalinIs dancing the most effective way to heal wounds fatal to ordinary folk? If so, I'm ready to get my boogie on! My poses will be the most fabulous in this dimension!+1 Gotta get our grove on.
"You know who eats their tea with milk, COMMUNISTS that's who!"
I found the commie sympathizer.
Post by: Imic on January 24, 2020, 06:05:08 pm
-1 to "You know who eats their tea with milk, COMMUNISTS that's who!". This is unneeded, I’m not sure if communists exist here, and if they do, it doesn’t mean they are like StalinIs dancing the most effective way to heal wounds fatal to ordinary folk? If so, I'm ready to get my boogie on! My poses will be the most fabulous in this dimension!+1 Gotta get our grove on.
"You know who eats their tea with milk, COMMUNISTS that's who!"
“Is dancing the most effective way to heal wounds fatal to ordinary folk? If so, I'm ready to get my boogie on! My poses will be the most fabulous in this dimension!”
‘Well, You can use it in all sorts of ways. Different dances, different rituals, different Spells. There’s a very nice trick I know for opening doors that I could teach You, and another for directing wind, but the only Healing ritual I... ah... trust myself to teach isn’t the most convenient method, and You need both legs working, which isn’t good if You need to heal them. As long as You remember that some Casting methods are better for certain Spells than others, I’ll do my best to teach You. You’re certainly enthusiastic, which is very good! Passion is important! Honestly, if You’re ready and You don’t have any more questions, We could begin now. I have the time.’
Wounds: 1
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Post by: Superdorf on January 24, 2020, 06:12:44 pm
Post by: TamerVirus on January 24, 2020, 06:36:03 pm
Smile. Put our hand to our chest, and nod a slow nod. "I would be most grateful, sir."+1
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 24, 2020, 09:52:41 pm
+1Smile. Put our hand to our chest, and nod a slow nod. "I would be most grateful, sir."+1
Post by: King Zultan on January 25, 2020, 05:23:46 am
+1+1Smile. Put our hand to our chest, and nod a slow nod. "I would be most grateful, sir."+1
Post by: Imic on January 25, 2020, 07:09:51 pm
"I would be most grateful, sir."+1+1Smile. Put our hand to our chest, and nod a slow nod. "I would be most grateful, sir."+1
He smiles. ‘Then let us begin!’
He takes You to an empty Lecture Hall, built like an indoor ampitheatre, and brings You to the stage. Setting a few books on the ground, he begins the lesson.
It’s a lot more like ballet or a martial art than You might have expected. Some movements are essential, while others can be as wild as You want them to be. Sometimes You need to spin until You reach an almost trance-like state, while other times, simple movements of the body are enough. Gradually, as You spin, and jump and move, You begin to notice that in small ways, the World moves with You. Slowly, but picking up pace, You are directed by Bran in certain movements, certain gestures, certain leaps and spins, each time causing various small objects set down on the stage to move more and more. You lose track of time, and suddenly, You are flying, and spinning, and dancing, and as You do so, You watch as Your every Move carries a single book, flying beside You, spinning around You, and dancing in an endless harmony. Until You get hungry, and You eventually have to stop, and both You and the book flop onto the ground with exhaustion. Shortly afterwards, You are munching on a slice of rye toast with a poached egg, much to the delight of Your tired body, as Bran comments on Your work.
‘I’ve never seen anyone take to dancing work quite like that. You must have been a Masterful dancer before whatever incident lost You Your memory, whatever that was. I won’t pry about details, it probably wasn’t a pleasant experience. But still, some People take Years to get the hang of that, and here I am, it’s barely past lunchtime and You’ve gotten it all perfectly! Whatever it was, it definitely didn’t get rid of Your Body’s memories. If we keep this pace up, I’d say I could teach You a nice healing spell before I have to go back to my work. Come on!’
After dragging You back onto the stage, poached egg still in the mouth, he begins the movements for the Healing spell, checking a small notebook for specifics whenever He thinks You aren’t looking. Soon, You find Yourself spinning in circles, hands flying, eyes closed. Everything becomes focused. Every fibre of Your being channels itself into one point. You open Your eyes. Bran walks up, and traces Your neck.
‘Well done. You don’t even have a scar left behind.’
You can’t help but feel good. You realise that You started smiling a few seconds ago without noticing. This feels good.
Back in His office, he seats You down, and pours out some tea. The light through the window has gotten darker, and it looks like mist has settled outside.
‘Well. Personally, enjoyed that immensely. That was some of the best Magician’s dancing that I have ever seen. I’m not sure what else to say. Though... If I might, what’s the plan with the Orb? I’d love to research it, if You were okay with that, but if You want to hold onto it, I understand completely. And, uh, please take milk with Your tea this time. It hurts a little to watch You, no offense.’
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Post by: TamerVirus on January 25, 2020, 08:06:32 pm
Say this as I drink the milk instead of the tea
Post by: Superdorf on January 25, 2020, 08:34:12 pm
Well, when I first woke up from whatever gave me my amnesia, this orb was one of the first things I found. I was in a stone tower of sorts. Someone referred to it as a shrine. I thought this orb was some conduit of power, but now I’m not so sure. You seem like the folks who would find out what it does. I’ll probably find another one during my travels
Solid summing up, +1
But just drink our tea like a normal person this time. Put a little milk in it.
Post by: Stirk on January 25, 2020, 08:41:27 pm
Drink all the milk, then drink all the tea.
Post by: TamerVirus on January 25, 2020, 09:51:03 pm
Compromise.I actually like this better
Drink all the milk, then drink all the tea.
+1
Post by: King Zultan on January 26, 2020, 09:57:24 am
+1Compromise.I actually like this better
Drink all the milk, then drink all the tea.
+1
Why would anyone put milk in tea, do they want to ruin it or something?
Post by: Imic on January 26, 2020, 04:52:27 pm
Well, when I first woke up from whatever gave me my amnesia, this orb was one of the first things I found. I was in a stone tower of sorts. Someone referred to it as a shrine. I thought this orb was some conduit of power, but now I’m not so sure. You seem like the folks who would find out what it does. I’ll probably find another one during my travels
Solid summing up, +1
But just drink our tea like a normal person this time. Put a little milk in it.
“Well, when I first woke up from whatever gave me my amnesia, this orb was one of the first things I found. I was in a stone tower of sorts. Someone referred to it as a shrine. I thought this orb was some conduit of power, but now I’m not so sure. You seem like the folks who would find out what it does. I’ll probably find another one during my travels.”+1Compromise.I actually like this better
Drink all the milk, then drink all the tea.
+1
Why would anyone put milk in tea, do they want to ruin it or something?
He listens intently whilst badly hiding how much He’s judging Your tea-drinking preferences.
‘You didn’t need to tell me- Hang on, actually, I’ve heard of that Place. The government of Kesch built it back when they could still afford to Build things. At least century and a half ago, I think. The Shrine is notorious for drawing in some of the more... zealous of the Burning Warden’s followers, usually before running deadlong down the least steep slope they see and getting killed before they reach the bottom. His followers are dedicated to Monster-hunting, which is why they never survive around here, even the moderates. It’s usually The Night Crawlers or Spiders that do them in. I’m getting carried away, aren’t I. You weren’t an avid Fan of The Gods before You left. You were very superstitious, but then I’ve never met anyone who travelled for long and wasn’t superstitious. You respected them, feared them, but You also openly despised them. It was entertaining to watch, if I’ll be honest.’
He takes a peek out the window, only to jump in shock as he notices how dark it’s gotten.
‘How long have I been talking for? Ancestors forgive me, if I keep on going, I’ll talk my own head off. I’ll make this bit quick. If You’re happy with this, I’ll take the Orb, and I’ll try to find out what it is. I’ll have to sart taking notes. It certainly looks like the kind of object that could be a conduit of some form, but then, it looks like a lot of things. I don’t trust the couriers to get a message through to You so come back on...’
He takes out a piece of cloth covered in grids and lays it out on the table. He points to one that says ‘Saturday’.
‘I’m busy all day tomorrow and Monday through the afternoon, the door locks on monday mornings... so come back in tuesday afternoon, and I’ll tell You anything I’ve found. Sound okay?’
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Post by: Stirk on January 26, 2020, 05:03:06 pm
Post by: King Zultan on January 27, 2020, 05:59:29 am
"Try not to get dramatically killed for the orb. It would be a pain to have to track it down. Do you know anywhere that a hobo with citizen papers can sleep without getting stabbed in the neck?"+1
Post by: Imic on January 27, 2020, 06:16:03 pm
[“color=navy]Try not to get dramatically killed for the orb. It would be a pain to have to track it down. Do you know anywhere that a hobo with citizen papers can sleep without getting stabbed in the neck?[/color]”"Try not to get dramatically killed for the orb. It would be a pain to have to track it down. Do you know anywhere that a hobo with citizen papers can sleep without getting stabbed in the neck?"+1
‘Well, there’s three soup Kitchens, and they all have sleeping areas a-‘
There’s a moment of silence as the penny drops.
‘... right. Well. I... I don’t know. Most People’d throw You out if You asked for a bed, since that’s usually a prelude to assasination. The Inns are all... no, actually, You could go to the Brass Lamp. Uhm... here...’
He takes out a purse, and rifles through it, before emptying it out onto the table, revealing it to be completely empty. After a bit of rifling around in his pockets, He finally finds a few coins and beads, and a shard of greenish-blue crystal. He hands You a silver coin.
‘The Brass Lamp is off the main square, down Rook street. There’s no sign, just a Brass Lantern hanging over the door. You can’t miss it.’
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Post by: TamerVirus on January 27, 2020, 07:32:45 pm
Take coin
Thank’s buddy. Hopefully that orb won’t open a gateway to some hell dimension!
Go to Brass Lantern
Post by: Stirk on January 27, 2020, 07:35:12 pm
Lets go to our friends back at the soup kitchen and tell them of this wonderful safe place!
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 27, 2020, 09:39:36 pm
<We dance magic’d that 1 wound away, no?>+1
Take coin
Thank’s buddy. Hopefully that orb won’t open a gateway to some hell dimension!
Go to Brass Lantern
Post by: King Zultan on January 28, 2020, 02:53:36 am
+1<We dance magic’d that 1 wound away, no?>+1
Take coin
Thank’s buddy. Hopefully that orb won’t open a gateway to some hell dimension!
Go to Brass Lantern
Post by: Imic on January 28, 2020, 03:27:28 am
<We dance magic’d that 1 wound away, no?>Thank You for pointing that out, that’s an error on My part.
Post by: Imic on January 29, 2020, 06:37:01 am
“Thanks buddy. Hopefully that orb won’t open a gateway to some hell dimension!”+1<We dance magic’d that 1 wound away, no?>+1
Take coin
Thank’s buddy. Hopefully that orb won’t open a gateway to some hell dimension!
Go to Brass Lantern
‘Heh... maybe. Maybe not. I will find out though, believe You Me. Even if I have to climb the Mountain where the old speech was first carved. Heh. Heh...’
You leave His office, and enter the darkening streets of High Lent. The rooftops of buildings higher up on the slope of the hill loom over You, the sun having disappeared behind the vast, crooked Castle at the Hill’s peak. Greencloaks pass You by, carrying lit lanterns to be hung on crooked, ancient metal posts that occasionally line the streets. The square with the Hangman’s arch is mostly empty, though a fresh body now hangs from one of the nooses. The stink of rotting flesh makes You gag as You pass it by. You pass by the street sign saying Rook street. The wall it’s attatched to has a mural of a rook painted over the whitewash. Finally, the smell of Peat-smoke fills the air as You come to a building taller and wider than those on either side, with a gated arch at one end of the facade and a set of stairs leading to a wooden doorway at the other, a small brass lantern hanging over it. Thin, glass windows cover the upper floors, and at least three chimneys extend from the rooftop. You open the door, and enter.
Warm air fills Your face as You enter the building, leaving the cold streets behind You. You’re at the side of a long, rectangular common room with a tall, roughly vaulted ceiling and whitewashed walls, dimly lit by a peat fire at one end and what little light comes from a few small windows looking onto the street. It’s furnished few long tables and accompanying benches filling the centre of the room. There’s only a few People here right now, gathered together at the same table and chatting between themselves over plates of stew and mugs of alcohol. Sitting at the far side of the room from You behind a wooden counter, reading a leather-bound book, is a Seven-or-eight foot tall Giant in a massive brown coat, with a full beard and short hair, streaked with black and white. He notices You enter, raises a hand in greeting, and returns to His book immediately.
You aren’t that hungry, but You have the noticable echo of Hunger yet-to-be before it arrives. You’re so full of tea and milk, however, that You don’t feel thirsty at all. It’s warm in here, and the smell of peatsmoke and cooking food fills the cosy atmosphere with an inviting sense of safety.
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Post by: TamerVirus on January 29, 2020, 09:45:12 am
Post by: Superdorf on January 29, 2020, 09:49:01 am
Hi Ho! I, Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau, was recommended this fine establishment on the basis that it lacks crazy people who would stab others in the neck. I hope the review from the kind professor is true. Anyway, I am here for food and room and definitely not knives in the neck.
Aye, that'll do fine. +1
Post by: King Zultan on January 29, 2020, 09:51:59 am
+1Hi Ho! I, Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau, was recommended this fine establishment on the basis that it lacks crazy people who would stab others in the neck. I hope the review from the kind professor is true. Anyway, I am here for food and room and definitely not knives in the neck.
Aye, that'll do fine. +1
Post by: Imic on January 29, 2020, 10:27:15 am
“Hi Ho! I, Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau, was recommended this fine establishment on the basis that it lacks crazy people who would stab others in the neck. I hope the review from the kind professor is true. Anyway, I am here for food and room and definitely not knives in the neck.”+1Hi Ho! I, Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau, was recommended this fine establishment on the basis that it lacks crazy people who would stab others in the neck. I hope the review from the kind professor is true. Anyway, I am here for food and room and definitely not knives in the neck.
Aye, that'll do fine. +1
The Giant puts His book down.
‘No knifing, don’t worry. I make sure of that.’
He stands up, and comes towards You.
‘So. D’You have any money? I could list the prices in every currency we accept, but asking what People have is faster.’
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Post by: TamerVirus on January 29, 2020, 10:46:53 am
Anyways, what's your name?
Post by: King Zultan on January 29, 2020, 10:58:45 am
Ah yes, money can be exchanged for goods and services! Perhaps you might be interested in this shiny silver coin! Or...are you interested in this magical wishing potato? Actually, no, that magical potato is for personal use!+1
Anyways, what's your name?
Post by: Imic on January 29, 2020, 06:54:34 pm
“Ah yes, money can be exchanged for goods and services! Perhaps you might be interested in this shiny silver coin! Or...are you interested in this magical wishing potato? Actually, no, that magical potato is for personal use!Ah yes, money can be exchanged for goods and services! Perhaps you might be interested in this shiny silver coin! Or...are you interested in this magical wishing potato? Actually, no, that magical potato is for personal use!+1
Anyways, what's your name?
Anyways, what's your name?”
‘My name is Marthi, but most People call me Magpie. It’s the hair. I run this Place, if Y’didn’t guess that already. The Prices in Silver are a nice big room for a Penny of Silver, and a much smaller room for a half-penny of Silver. Both get a bowl of stew and a drink.’
He looks down at You.
‘May I ask, Robert, where do You come from? I’m not sure I’ve seen someone like You before.’
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Post by: Stirk on January 29, 2020, 07:10:16 pm
This is a pretty big upgrade from hobo village, so lets go with two days in the half-penny room.
Post by: TamerVirus on January 29, 2020, 07:13:36 pm
Wait. That’s not right. To be honest, I have suffered a sort of traumatic brain injury a few days ago so that knowledge is currently lost. However, I do have citizenship papers for this town. So I guess I’m from Lent for now.
The smaller room seems ideal and leaves us some money for later
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 29, 2020, 07:14:34 pm
"Oh me? I'm a human who transformed magically. I can dance for you if you'd like."
This is a pretty big upgrade from hobo village, so lets go with two days in the half-penny room.
“I wish I could tell you, but by memories are lost”
Small room
+1 to Stirk’s vote
Post by: Stirk on January 29, 2020, 07:25:03 pm
"Oh me? I'm a human who transformed magically. I can dance for you if you'd like."Question, do we know we were human?
This is a pretty big upgrade from hobo village, so lets go with two days in the half-penny room.
“I wish I could tell you, but by memories are lost”
Small room
I'm making stuff up. More fun than just telling literally everyone we lost our memory.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 29, 2020, 08:47:08 pm
The hope is since we were in town in the past, if someone remembers us. cancelling my vote and +1ing your vote"Oh me? I'm a human who transformed magically. I can dance for you if you'd like."Question, do we know we were human?
This is a pretty big upgrade from hobo village, so lets go with two days in the half-penny room.
“I wish I could tell you, but by memories are lost”
Small room
I'm making stuff up. More fun than just telling literally everyone we lost our memory.
Post by: King Zultan on January 30, 2020, 05:58:15 am
I come from a land down under, where women glow and men plunder.+1
Wait. That’s not right. To be honest, I have suffered a sort of traumatic brain injury a few days ago so that knowledge is currently lost. However, I do have citizenship papers for this town. So I guess I’m from Lent for now.
The smaller room seems ideal and leaves us some money for later
Post by: Imic on January 30, 2020, 06:36:01 pm
The hope is since we were in town in the past, if someone remembers us. cancelling my vote and +1ing your vote"Oh me? I'm a human who transformed magically. I can dance for you if you'd like."Question, do we know we were human?
This is a pretty big upgrade from hobo village, so lets go with two days in the half-penny room.
“I wish I could tell you, but by memories are lost”
Small room
I'm making stuff up. More fun than just telling literally everyone we lost our memory.
"Oh me? I'm a human who transformed magically. I can dance for you if you'd like. I come from a land down under, where women glow and men plunder. Wait. That’s not right. To be honest, I have suffered a sort of traumatic brain injury a few days ago so that knowledge is currently lost. However, I do have citizenship papers for this town. So I guess I’m from Lent for now.”I come from a land down under, where women glow and men plunder.+1
Wait. That’s not right. To be honest, I have suffered a sort of traumatic brain injury a few days ago so that knowledge is currently lost. However, I do have citizenship papers for this town. So I guess I’m from Lent for now.
The smaller room seems ideal and leaves us some money for later
‘Hm. Lent’s not bad as Places to be stuck in go. We take a lot of pride in our Constables, them not being corrupt and all that, and that sticks us head and shoulders over Kesch or Áine’s rock. I will say, Y’do look something like a Human, no doubting that. But then, You could be a tall Dwarf, or a Short Giant. If Y’lined up One of each, made sure They were similar heights and, uh, shaved the Dwarf, Y’d be forgiven for having trouble telling the Buggers apart.’
He takes Your penny and brings You over to the Counter. He takes out a weighing scale, placing a small weight in one side and the penny in the other.
‘Much as a Dancer’d be nice here, I don’t have much money for something like that. If You stick around until there’s a new Golden age for the Pit Cities, I might take You up on it then, though.’
After satisfying Himself with the weight of the Penny, He places it onto a counter, on a spot plastered with cut marks. Then from underneath the counter, he puts a chisel over the Penny, a hammer over the chisel, and gives a single whack. He takes one half of the penny, and gives You the other.
‘There’s Your change. This’s the key to Your bedroom, take the stairway behind Me when you want to go to Bed, I’ll get Y’some stew in a second.’
A few seconds later, You find Yourself sitting where The Giant dumped You and Your food, alone at the table. The chatting regulars occasionally glance at You, and start to whisper whenever They Think your listening. The stew in front of You is pale, almost beige, with the scent of fish and vegetables emanating from it. Your drink smells strong, and looks fruity. The light has stopped shining from outside, and the only light now is the fire, and the warm yellow glow from a black candle at the centre of the table. You’ve become very, very hungry all of a sudden.
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Post by: TamerVirus on January 30, 2020, 07:04:55 pm
Then
Strike up some conversation with anyone sitting close to us
*Psst* Hey buddy, you interested in understanding the complex mental machinations of one Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau? That is, of course, contingent on you not stabbing me in the neck. Neck stabbing is terribly rude and I don’t associate with such rude individuals.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 30, 2020, 09:22:24 pm
It be time to eat+1
Then
Strike up some conversation with anyone sitting close to us
*Psst* Hey buddy, you interested in understanding the complex mental machinations of one Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau? That is, of course, contingent on you not stabbing me in the neck. Neck stabbing is terribly rude and I don’t associate with such rude individuals.
Post by: Imic on January 31, 2020, 03:08:45 am
You dig into the soup. Spoonful after spoonful of fish and potatoes and who knows what else work their way down Your throat, as carefully stewed flavours compete for Your attention. Soon, the last drop has been licked from the bowl, and You get a wonderful feeling of fullness inside.It be time to eat+1
Then
Strike up some conversation with anyone sitting close to us
*Psst* Hey buddy, you interested in understanding the complex mental machinations of one Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau? That is, of course, contingent on you not stabbing me in the neck. Neck stabbing is terribly rude and I don’t associate with such rude individuals.
“*Psst* Hey buddy, you interested in understanding the complex mental machinations of one Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau? That is, of course, contingent on you not stabbing me in the neck. Neck stabbing is terribly rude and I don’t associate with such rude individuals.”
The Woman sitting closest to You turns away from the chatting group with a look of suspicion and curiosity, as the others pretend not to do the same. Her voice is cautious but intrigued.
‘... Sure. No neck stabbing.’
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Post by: King Zultan on January 31, 2020, 07:20:20 am
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 31, 2020, 07:53:31 am
Tell her about ourselves and be sure to mention the wishing potatoes, and be sure to leave out the sphere.+1
Post by: TamerVirus on January 31, 2020, 08:12:19 am
Tell her about ourselves and be sure to mention the wishing potatoes, and be sure to leave out the sphere.
Well, as you’ve probably may have heard, my name is Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau. A mysterious wanderer with a mysterious past. I have traveled this world from the highest tower to the deepest Grave and all I have to show for it is my trusty magical wishing potato and an appreciation for the plight of the homeless. Again, except for the homeless bum who tried to cut my head off. I still don’t know what was that guy’s problem! I think it’s because he wanted my magic potato. Anyways, I’m either a fallen god, a scientist who dabbled in matters mere mortals should not dabble with, an adventurer who acquired mystical power, or utterly insane. Possibly all of the above! Or none of the above. Still trying to confirm that.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 31, 2020, 08:41:36 am
+1Tell her about ourselves and be sure to mention the wishing potatoes, and be sure to leave out the sphere.
Well, as you’ve probably may have heard, my name is Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau. A mysterious wanderer with a mysterious past. I have traveled this world from the highest tower to the deepest Grave and all I have to show for it is my trusty magical wishing potato and an appreciation for the plight of the homeless. Again, except for the homeless bum who tried to cut my head off. I still don’t know what was that guy’s problem! I think it’s because he wanted my magic potato. Anyways, I’m either a fallen god, a scientist who dabbled in matters mere mortals should not dabble with, an adventurer who acquired mystical power, or utterly insane. Possibly all of the above! Or none of the above. Still trying to confirm that.
Post by: King Zultan on January 31, 2020, 08:42:20 am
+1+1Tell her about ourselves and be sure to mention the wishing potatoes, and be sure to leave out the sphere.
Well, as you’ve probably may have heard, my name is Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau. A mysterious wanderer with a mysterious past. I have traveled this world from the highest tower to the deepest Grave and all I have to show for it is my trusty magical wishing potato and an appreciation for the plight of the homeless. Again, except for the homeless bum who tried to cut my head off. I still don’t know what was that guy’s problem! I think it’s because he wanted my magic potato. Anyways, I’m either a fallen god, a scientist who dabbled in matters mere mortals should not dabble with, an adventurer who acquired mystical power, or utterly insane. Possibly all of the above! Or none of the above. Still trying to confirm that.
Post by: Imic on January 31, 2020, 07:15:08 pm
“Well, as you’ve probably may have heard, my name is Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau. A mysterious wanderer with a mysterious past. I have traveled this world from the highest tower to the deepest Grave and all I have to show for it is my trusty magical wishing potato and an appreciation for the plight of the homeless. Again, except for the homeless bum who tried to cut my head off. I still don’t know what was that guy’s problem! I think it’s because he wanted my magic potato. Anyways, I’m either a fallen god, a scientist who dabbled in matters mere mortals should not dabble with, an adventurer who acquired mystical power, or utterly insane. Possibly all of the above! Or none of the above. Still trying to confirm that.”+1+1Tell her about ourselves and be sure to mention the wishing potatoes, and be sure to leave out the sphere.
Well, as you’ve probably may have heard, my name is Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau. A mysterious wanderer with a mysterious past. I have traveled this world from the highest tower to the deepest Grave and all I have to show for it is my trusty magical wishing potato and an appreciation for the plight of the homeless. Again, except for the homeless bum who tried to cut my head off. I still don’t know what was that guy’s problem! I think it’s because he wanted my magic potato. Anyways, I’m either a fallen god, a scientist who dabbled in matters mere mortals should not dabble with, an adventurer who acquired mystical power, or utterly insane. Possibly all of the above! Or none of the above. Still trying to confirm that.
By the time You finish talking, the other three members of the group have stopped pretending that they aren’t listening. Even Magpie put down His book to listen. There’s no-one else here, but deep inside, there’s an involuntary undercurrent of nervousness bordering on terror at having an audience, even one this small. It’s probably nothing.
No-one in said audience says a word for a few seconds while they think to themselves, once or twice meeting eye contact and exchanging silent, secret communication. Eventually one of them, a Human with a beak-like nose and a sharp beard, speaks.
‘’Fraid that’s not a name I’ve ever heard. ‘Least, not ‘till You came in here and yelled it.’
The other three make general sounds and signs of agreement when He finishes. He raises a mug of alcohol towards His mouth, and speaks again.
‘How come Y’don’t know Who Y’are? What’s that supposed t’mean?’ He eyes You with a stern and inquisitive look as He begins to down His mug.
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Post by: Stirk on January 31, 2020, 07:24:26 pm
Post by: TamerVirus on January 31, 2020, 07:44:44 pm
"What a deep question. I suppose I should answer with my own. How is it that you do know who you are? If you could answer that, then we could both assume that I am missing whatever it is that makes you know who you are."+1
The brain is such a wonderful thing, ain’t it. So squishy and malleable and fragile and full of meat. A squishy, meaty room at the inn left vacant. It’s previous occupant having left without paying the bill and leaving quite the mess. Now occupied by yours truly: Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau! Next question.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on January 31, 2020, 07:59:41 pm
+1 to all"What a deep question. I suppose I should answer with my own. How is it that you do know who you are? If you could answer that, then we could both assume that I am missing whatever it is that makes you know who you are."+1
The brain is such a wonderful thing, ain’t it. So squishy and malleable and fragile and full of meat. A squishy, meaty room at the inn left vacant. It’s previous occupant having left without paying the bill and leaving quite the mess. Now occupied by yours truly: Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau! Next question.
Post by: King Zultan on February 01, 2020, 06:01:14 am
+1+1 to all"What a deep question. I suppose I should answer with my own. How is it that you do know who you are? If you could answer that, then we could both assume that I am missing whatever it is that makes you know who you are."+1
The brain is such a wonderful thing, ain’t it. So squishy and malleable and fragile and full of meat. A squishy, meaty room at the inn left vacant. It’s previous occupant having left without paying the bill and leaving quite the mess. Now occupied by yours truly: Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau! Next question.
Post by: Imic on February 01, 2020, 03:43:39 pm
“What a deep question. I suppose I should answer with my own. How is it that you do know who you are? If you could answer that, then we could both assume that I am missing whatever it is that makes you know who you are.”+1+1 to all"What a deep question. I suppose I should answer with my own. How is it that you do know who you are? If you could answer that, then we could both assume that I am missing whatever it is that makes you know who you are."+1
The brain is such a wonderful thing, ain’t it. So squishy and malleable and fragile and full of meat. A squishy, meaty room at the inn left vacant. It’s previous occupant having left without paying the bill and leaving quite the mess. Now occupied by yours truly: Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau! Next question.
He puts down His mug and sits back in His chair, having been evidently thrown for a right loop by that.
“The brain is such a wonderful thing, ain’t it. So squishy and malleable and fragile and full of meat. A squishy, meaty room at the inn left vacant. It’s previous occupant having left without paying the bill and leaving quite the mess. Now occupied by yours truly: Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau! Next question.”
No-one says anything for a few seconds. Then, one of the four, an old Woman with dark skin and small ears, pipes up.
‘... Do You... need help?’
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Post by: TamerVirus on February 01, 2020, 04:05:57 pm
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on February 01, 2020, 06:42:02 pm
Help? Define help. Helping me to remember? Helping me acquire money? Helping me learn a new mystical power? We all need help in this life, so the question becomes this: What are you offering?+1
Post by: King Zultan on February 02, 2020, 04:52:05 am
+1Help? Define help. Helping me to remember? Helping me acquire money? Helping me learn a new mystical power? We all need help in this life, so the question becomes this: What are you offering?+1
Post by: Imic on February 03, 2020, 06:20:45 am
‘No, no, no, You misunderstand Me... I mean, do You need... help? Like... maybe You should talk to someone... professional? Visit the Hospital, maybe?’+1Help? Define help. Helping me to remember? Helping me acquire money? Helping me learn a new mystical power? We all need help in this life, so the question becomes this: What are you offering?+1
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Post by: King Zultan on February 03, 2020, 06:48:51 am
Post by: Superdorf on February 03, 2020, 12:12:20 pm
Dance our healing dance.
Post by: Stirk on February 03, 2020, 12:15:42 pm
"The hospital! Whatever for, madam! I am quite healthy, thank you, and I have learned today a most marvellous magick for the closing of all wounds-- for my throat, it was slashed clean open! Behold--"
Dance our healing dance.
“The only thing sick about me is my beats.”
Post by: TamerVirus on February 03, 2020, 12:53:06 pm
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on February 03, 2020, 03:32:44 pm
"The hospital! Whatever for, madam! I am quite healthy, thank you, and I have learned today a most marvellous magick for the closing of all wounds-- for my throat, it was slashed clean open! Behold--"+1 to the speech, however, we must heal something with our dance, doing magic without a purpose can result in unfortunate side effected
Dance our healing dance.
Post by: Superdorf on February 03, 2020, 03:46:32 pm
Attempt to heal our own mind. Maybe we can do something about this amnesia thing!
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on February 03, 2020, 04:00:03 pm
Eh, fine.+1
Attempt to heal our own mind. Maybe we can do something about this amnesia thing!
Post by: Imic on February 03, 2020, 05:56:47 pm
"You offend me by implying that I'm crazy! I came here to stay the night, talk, and and maybe help some people and you say that to me."
"The hospital! Whatever for, madam! I am quite healthy, thank you, and I have learned today a most marvellous magick for the closing of all wounds-- for my throat, it was slashed clean open! Behold--"
Dance our healing dance.
“The only thing sick about me is my beats.”
"I'm pretty sure the hospital would take great delight in dissecting my spleen, injecting my liver with colorful liquids, and eating my magic potato. No, this is a journey of self-discovery! Not one where some "doctor" saws open my skull to tell me that little brain worms have eaten my previous identity"
"You offend me by implying that I'm crazy! I came here to stay the night, talk, and and maybe help some people and you say that to me. I'm pretty sure the hospital would take great delight in dissecting my spleen, injecting my liver with colorful liquids, and eating my magic potato. No, this is a journey of self-discovery! Not one where some "doctor" saws open my skull to tell me that little brain worms have eaten my previous identity”Eh, fine.+1
Attempt to heal our own mind. Maybe we can do something about this amnesia thing!
Before anyone can process what You just said, You go off again.
“The hospital! Whatever for, madam! I am quite healthy, thank you, and I have learned today a most marvellous magick for the closing of all wounds-- for my throat, it was slashed clean open! Behold--”
You leap from the Bench and run to the hearth where there’s floor space for moving, and You dance. The movements come like the words of a song learned long ago returning to the lips as well as they did once before. You spin. Arms flying, ragged clothing flowing between the lights and shadows from the fire, You close Your eyes. You can feel every fibre of Your being. Deep within, in familiar depths, You find something. Your mind, not within a brain, but in a small round object floating within a void of dark blue blood. It feels wrong, even though You don’t know what ‘right’ feels like in this situation. You can’t get in. Something is blocking You. Screams emanate from within. Pain wells up inside Your mind, as emotions and instincts and broken bits all start breaking. Your own voice joins the chorus of screams, and You hit the floor.
You’re in a very small whitewashed room with a thin window at one end and a thin door at the other, with a vaulted ceiling above. You’re lying in a bed with a mattress of straw and cloth covers, a small bedside table bearing the weight of Your bag and a thin black candle that’s letting off a warm yellow glow filling the otherwise pitch black room. You don’t know when You woke up. It feels like it happened forever and two seconds ago at the same time. Magpie has come over from some unknown place of vigil and is now standing above You with a look of curiosity, confusion, and concern on His face.
‘You alright?’
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Post by: TamerVirus on February 03, 2020, 06:07:07 pm
Post by: Superdorf on February 03, 2020, 06:14:19 pm
"Thank you for your aid. Might I ask--"
--how long was I incapacitated for? Am I still at the brass lantern?
Say this.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on February 03, 2020, 07:00:03 pm
"...well sir, I appear to have misplaced my brain. Other than that..." Sigh.+1 but I think Magpie is a girl if I remember correctly, if so, say ma’am instead of sir
"Thank you for your aid. Might I ask--"--how long was I incapacitated for? Am I still at the brass lantern?
Say this.
Post by: Superdorf on February 03, 2020, 07:30:57 pm
Magpie put down His book to listen.
Magpie has come over from some unknown place of vigil and is now standing above You with a look of curiosity, confusion, and concern on His face.
Seems to be pretty consistently male.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on February 03, 2020, 10:31:44 pm
I’m sorry. I must have misread some things. Disregard my previous post. Keeping the +1 to the planMagpie put down His book to listen.Magpie has come over from some unknown place of vigil and is now standing above You with a look of curiosity, confusion, and concern on His face.
Seems to be pretty consistently male.
Post by: Imic on February 04, 2020, 03:55:00 am
Ugh. It seems like brain really really didn't like that. And now it seems as if I'm doomed to deal with mysterious spherical objects for the rest of my existence. Maybe I'll encounter a cube later. Oh! Or maybe a dodecahedron? Blasted geometry! Your mysteries continue to elude me... Oh well, lesson learned. Shouldn't be doing that again. Anyways, my sizable friend, how long was I incapacitated for? Am I still at the brass lantern?
"...well sir, I appear to have misplaced my brain. Other than that..." Sigh.+1
"Thank you for your aid. Might I ask--"--how long was I incapacitated for? Am I still at the brass lantern?
Say this.
You prop Yourself groggily up in bed as a train of thought speeds through the station without so much as slowing down to look at the scenery.
“Ugh. It seems like brain really really didn't like that. And now it seems as if I'm doomed to deal with mysterious spherical objects for the rest of my existence. Maybe I'll encounter a cube later. Oh! Or maybe a dodecahedron? Blasted geometry! Your mysteries continue to elude me... Oh well, lesson learned. Shouldn't be doing that again.”
You turn to face the massive, bearded figure watching You.
"...well sir, I appear to have misplaced my brain. Other than that..." You heave a weighty sigh. “Thank you for your aid. Might I ask- how long was I incapacitated for? Am I still at the brass lantern?”
He sits down on a hitherto unseen stool, and folds His arms.
‘Y’were out for a good half an hour. Y’started screaming, and when Y’stopped, Y’were unconscious, so I brought Y’up t’Your room.’
He’s quiet after that. He’s picking His words carefully but, in truth, He has absolutely no idea what to say. His look speaks volumes towards this.
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Post by: King Zultan on February 04, 2020, 06:34:47 am
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on February 04, 2020, 06:56:40 am
"I was doing a healing dance and tried to heal my brain but it seemed to have made it worse, I might have more brain damage now."+1
Post by: TamerVirus on February 04, 2020, 08:16:36 am
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on February 04, 2020, 08:24:37 am
Ye be giving me that look. That same look many give me. Always that look. Disgust? Confusion? Disgusted confusion? I don’t take offense, though, because I don’t understand either. I am a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma. Now I ask you, what would you do if you were in my situation? What would you do if you heard voices in your head? They council me. They understand. They talk to me.+1
Post by: King Zultan on February 04, 2020, 08:48:42 am
+1Ye be giving me that look. That same look many give me. Always that look. Disgust? Confusion? Disgusted confusion? I don’t take offense, though, because I don’t understand either. I am a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma. Now I ask you, what would you do if you were in my situation? What would you do if you heard voices in your head? They council me. They understand. They talk to me.+1
Post by: Imic on February 05, 2020, 03:58:00 pm
"I was doing a healing dance and tried to heal my brain but it seemed to have made it worse, I might have more brain damage now."+1
"I was doing a healing dance and tried to heal my brain but it seemed to have made it worse, I might have more brain damage now."+1Ye be giving me that look. That same look many give me. Always that look. Disgust? Confusion? Disgusted confusion? I don’t take offense, though, because I don’t understand either. I am a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma. Now I ask you, what would you do if you were in my situation? What would you do if you heard voices in your head? They council me. They understand. They talk to me.+1
As You sit up, You meet His gaze. There’s a moment of silence. Then, You speak.
“Ye be giving me that look. That same look many give me. Always that look. Disgust? Confusion? Disgusted confusion? I don’t take offense, though, because I don’t understand either. I am a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma. Now I ask you, what would you do if you were in my situation? What would you do if you heard voices in your head? They council me. They understand. They talk to me.”
‘I.... I...’
His shifts to avoid looking You in the eyes.
‘... I... I don’t know.’
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Post by: TamerVirus on February 05, 2020, 04:06:17 pm
But listen, I gotta thank ye for the hospitality and hopefully the folks out there weren't too spooked by my shenanigans
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on February 05, 2020, 05:39:57 pm
You don't know? That makes the two of us, pal. You know they say that all men are created equal, but you look at me and you look at Average Joe and you can see that statement is not true! I'm a genetic freak and I'm not normal! The best I can do is keep living my life according to what the mystical moon observers controlling my words and actions say I should. One day at a time, I says.+1 also head back to the inn and spend the night, maybe sleep will do some good
But listen, I gotta thank ye for the hospitality and hopefully the folks out there weren't too spooked by my shenanigans
Post by: Superdorf on February 05, 2020, 07:05:15 pm
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on February 05, 2020, 08:03:47 pm
You don't know? That makes the two of us, pal. You know they say that all men are created equal, but you look at me and you look at Average Joe and you can see that statement is not true! I'm a genetic freak and I'm not normal! The best I can do is keep living my life according to what the mystical moon observers controlling my words and actions say I should. One day at a time, I says.+1 also
But listen, I gotta thank ye for the hospitality and hopefully the folks out there weren't too spooked by my shenaniganshead back to the inn and spend the night, maybe sleep will do some goodtry to fall asleep. I’m 40% sure the unconsiousness we went through wasn’t sleep
Post by: Stirk on February 05, 2020, 08:06:40 pm
Oh, in that case,You don't know? That makes the two of us, pal. You know they say that all men are created equal, but you look at me and you look at Average Joe and you can see that statement is not true! I'm a genetic freak and I'm not normal! The best I can do is keep living my life according to what the mystical moon observers controlling my words and actions say I should. One day at a time, I says.+1 also
But listen, I gotta thank ye for the hospitality and hopefully the folks out there weren't too spooked by my shenaniganshead back to the inn and spend the night, maybe sleep will do some goodtry to fall asleep. I’m 40% sure the unconsiousness we went through wasn’t sleep
Ask to be tucked in first.
Post by: King Zultan on February 06, 2020, 06:49:55 am
+1Oh, in that case,You don't know? That makes the two of us, pal. You know they say that all men are created equal, but you look at me and you look at Average Joe and you can see that statement is not true! I'm a genetic freak and I'm not normal! The best I can do is keep living my life according to what the mystical moon observers controlling my words and actions say I should. One day at a time, I says.+1 also
But listen, I gotta thank ye for the hospitality and hopefully the folks out there weren't too spooked by my shenaniganshead back to the inn and spend the night, maybe sleep will do some goodtry to fall asleep. I’m 40% sure the unconsiousness we went through wasn’t sleep
Ask to be tucked in first.
Post by: Imic on February 06, 2020, 07:25:21 pm
“You don't know? That makes the two of us, pal. You know they say that all men are created equal, but you look at me and you look at Average Joe and you can see that statement is not true! I'm a genetic freak and I'm not normal! The best I can do is keep living my life according to what the mystical moon observers controlling my words and actions say I should. One day at a time, I says.+1Oh, in that case,You don't know? That makes the two of us, pal. You know they say that all men are created equal, but you look at me and you look at Average Joe and you can see that statement is not true! I'm a genetic freak and I'm not normal! The best I can do is keep living my life according to what the mystical moon observers controlling my words and actions say I should. One day at a time, I says.+1 also
But listen, I gotta thank ye for the hospitality and hopefully the folks out there weren't too spooked by my shenaniganshead back to the inn and spend the night, maybe sleep will do some goodtry to fall asleep. I’m 40% sure the unconsiousness we went through wasn’t sleep
Ask to be tucked in first.
But listen, I gotta thank ye for the hospitality and hopefully the folks out there weren't too spooked by my shenanigans”
He’s quiet for a second.
‘They’ll be fine, this City has much weirder things than You. Your problem is not looking different enough. Y’look like a Godkin, but not... enough. Y’look familiar but just different enough to feel strange. It’s hard to describe.’
He stands up, and goes to leave the room. Before He closes the door, however, he leans back in
‘If You really do have a memory problem, I might as well say that Godkins’re like... Humans, Dwarves, Giants... there’s a few others that don’t live in this City, but the list gets long.’
He disappears behind the closed door. Then He opens it again, darts in, and blows out the candle.
‘I need t’save these things more.’
Whille He takes it from the candleholder, however, You look Him in the eye and gesture for Him to tuck You in under the covers. He returns Your look with an unreadable stare. After what feels like an eternity, His massive hands grab the sheets and bitterly tuck You in, before He leaves without a word. Darkness fills the room as the door shuts behind You, and as the wind howls outside Your window, and the warm bed nestles You snugly, You slowly drift to sleep.
A pool of thick, black liquid letting off a chorus of deafening screams sits far below You. As You stare at it with equal parts rage and melancholy, a storm rises from somewhere unseen, and picks You up. It takes You over the Graves, to a Town built on top of a hill. It looks similar to Lent, similar architecture, similar massive castle built at the top, but this one has had a river diverted between two defensive walls now acting as a moat surrounding almost the entire hill. As the storm tosses You around like a piece of wood in a tidal wave, the black pool appears once again in the sky. Massive lights appear, fire pours down from them, and within seconds, the Town is burning. The fire is so hot it melts masonry, it turns the river to steam, it blackens the surrounding landscape as far as the eye can see. People run, screaming, away from the fires, but every single one is burned to a crisp. A blackened and burned corpse, impaled on two massive black spikes, crawls out from the wreckage, and laughs hysterically even as its flesh rots and burns off its body, and nothing is left but bones as the rotting flaking skin turns into blackened pieces of paper floating away in the breeze.
Your eyes open. Dim light is streaming in through the window, and a breeze is blowing outside. The soft hay of the bed is warm, but the smell of frying potatoes from downstairs is tantilizing to Your sleep-hungered stomach.
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Post by: TamerVirus on February 06, 2020, 07:43:14 pm
Time to wake up. Time to head down and get some breakfast.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on February 06, 2020, 08:38:10 pm
A vision? Of the past? Of the future?+1 ask someone if there was a fire in Lent in the past, if asked why I wish to know, tell them about my dream
Time to wake up. Time to head down and get some breakfast.
Post by: King Zultan on February 07, 2020, 05:34:37 am
+1A vision? Of the past? Of the future?+1 ask someone if there was a fire in Lent in the past, if asked why I wish to know, tell them about my dream
Time to wake up. Time to head down and get some breakfast.
Post by: Imic on February 08, 2020, 04:43:01 pm
You strech Your limbs and crawl put from under Your warm, comfy covers. Your bag on Your back ans Your feet on the ground, You make Your way out from Your room and take the stairs down to the common room, brightly lit courtesy of the windows overlooking the street outside and mostly empty of Customers except a Dog-like Person, two Dwarves and a Human chatting about politics, and a Kobold staring mournfully at Her uneaten breakfast. The smell of peat-smoke fills the air, and You take a seat. As Magpie places a plate of scrambled eggs and toast in front of You, You lean over to the chatting Dwarves and the Human and ask them if there’s ever been a big fire in Lent, explaining that You had a dream in which You witnessed a Lent-like Settlement and lots of fire. One of the Dwarves, a Woman with long greying brown hair, is the first to answer.+1A vision? Of the past? Of the future?+1 ask someone if there was a fire in Lent in the past, if asked why I wish to know, tell them about my dream
Time to wake up. Time to head down and get some breakfast.
‘Are You taking the piss? I... have You looked outside? Every Building in this City’s made from solid rock and soil. There’s not enough trees here to make the place flammable.’
The other Dwarf, a Man with short reddish hair and a long braided beard, pipes up.
‘She could be talking about Hithe.’
The Women stops abruptly, and sits back in Her seat. She looks suddenly very unwell. The Human, a clean-shaven Man with short dark hair and prominent unibrow, begins to speak.
‘You’re clearly not from around Here, but Hithe was a City south of the Graves that burned down... half a year ago. The place had been in the middle of an apocalyptic storm, when suddenly, the entire City burned to the ground. Everything was flattened, the river boiled away, barely a dent in the hill was left to show anything had been there. Thing is, Hithe wasn’t a City state, it was part of a tiny Country made up of five Towns that called themselves Cities, and they were getting the storm too. And then, one by one, every single one of them burned too. Thousands of People lived in each City, and afterwards, they counted up 200 or so survivors that made it to the Graves alive. They talked of something huge and dark that covered the sky and blocked the rain, before creating its own rain of fire to purge the lands of life. But the weirdest thing is, there’s no big forests north of Surin, just empty hills. Each of the Cities was made entirely of stone, but the fire was so powerful it destroyed them anyway. People were scared for months afterwards that the same thing’d happen here. Honestly, most of Us still are. Maybe... maybe the Black Cat is trying to talk to You. I-‘
At this point He’s interrupted by the long-beared Dwarf, while the brown-haired Dwarf rests Her head ont he table and occasionally makes odd noises.
‘Keep the fuck away from that. Gods’ll only try and use You, and if You start thinking it’s a good idea, You’re halfway there already.’
‘That’s not what I was saying, let Me fucking finish next time You pillock. Besides, not all the Gods are that bad. They’d maybe treat You better if You didn’t go around throwing curses at the-‘
‘That doesn’t fucking well matter, do You think they really care about any of us? They care about Us about as much as You care about the pieces on a chessboard. If You keep trying t-
‘They care a lot fucking more than You think they do, You-‘
Magpie makes His way over around this point.
‘Mind Your fucking language in my establishment, and stop yelling or I will toss You both out right now.’
This seems poised to go on without interruption, if the look on the other two is anytning to go on. The other Dwarf seems to have recovered too, and has the look of someone who disagrees with all parties currently involved and is preparing their own speech. The scrambled eggs, on the other hand, have no involvement with the debate, and are proving quite delicious with the toast.
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Post by: Naturegirl1999 on February 08, 2020, 04:52:00 pm
Post by: Stirk on February 08, 2020, 05:09:00 pm
Then turn to the Kabold
"Are you going to eat that? Wasting food is a sin, so it is written. I will save your soul by devouring it in your place."
Post by: TamerVirus on February 08, 2020, 05:56:52 pm
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on February 08, 2020, 07:42:22 pm
Imma gonna have to ask for a quick rundown on the local gods and associated divinity because right now I’m the god of forgetfulness+1
Post by: King Zultan on February 09, 2020, 07:02:26 am
"I happen to be a god myself, so I've been told. Don't ask by who. I happen to care deeply about mortal affairs! For example"+1
Then turn to the Kabold
"Are you going to eat that? Wasting food is a sin, so it is written. I will save your soul by devouring it in your place."
Post by: Imic on February 09, 2020, 06:15:22 pm
Imma gonna have to ask for a quick rundown on the local gods and associated divinity because right now I’m the god of forgetfulness+1
“Imma gonna have to ask for a quick rundown on the local gods and associated divinity because right now I’m the god of forgetfulness.”"I happen to be a god myself, so I've been told. Don't ask by who. I happen to care deeply about mortal affairs! For example"+1
Then turn to the Kabold
"Are you going to eat that? Wasting food is a sin, so it is written. I will save your soul by devouring it in your place."
The long bearded Dwarf with reddish hair turns to face You.
‘If You want a list, go talk to a priest, but keep away from Gods and Demons if You value Yourself.’
The Human, looking somewhat exhausted, sits back in His chair and sighs as He raises His hands to His face. Then You stand up.
“I happen to be a god myself, so I've been told. Don't ask by who. I happen to care deeply about mortal affairs! For example”
You turn around to the Kobold, ignorant as of the current moment to Your shenaniganry, and address Her.
"Are you going to eat that? Wasting food is a sin, so it is written. I will save your soul by devouring it in your place."
She slowly turns to look at You, bleary-eyed and slouching.
‘... Wha... What?...”
The rest of the room collectively stares at You, all having been thoroughly thrown for a loop and none having any idea how to react to whatever the fuck is going on in front of them.
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Post by: TamerVirus on February 09, 2020, 06:30:30 pm
Ta-da! It’s a miracle! I have seen it! I have seen the flames! The brilliant, brilliant flames that have made this toast absolutely delicious. Behold!
Hold up my ‘magic’ potato
I have been truly blessed by the Gods. Thank ye! Thank ye! Thank ye!
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on February 09, 2020, 06:46:55 pm
Post by: Superdorf on February 09, 2020, 07:20:06 pm
clap my hands and do a spin
Ta-da! It’s a miracle! I have seen it! I have seen the flames! The brilliant, brilliant flames that have made this toast absolutely delicious. Behold!
Hold up my ‘magic’ potato
I have been truly blessed by the Gods. Thank ye! Thank ye! Thank ye!
Do this
this looks like a good time to leave and search for a priest
then do this. While dancing.
Post by: King Zultan on February 10, 2020, 02:14:57 am
Welp... we might as well make a proper exit.+1clap my hands and do a spin
Ta-da! It’s a miracle! I have seen it! I have seen the flames! The brilliant, brilliant flames that have made this toast absolutely delicious. Behold!
Hold up my ‘magic’ potato
I have been truly blessed by the Gods. Thank ye! Thank ye! Thank ye!
Do thisthis looks like a good time to leave and search for a priest
then do this. While dancing.
Post by: Imic on February 10, 2020, 06:08:08 pm
Welp... we might as well make a proper exit.+1clap my hands and do a spin
Ta-da! It’s a miracle! I have seen it! I have seen the flames! The brilliant, brilliant flames that have made this toast absolutely delicious. Behold!
Hold up my ‘magic’ potato
I have been truly blessed by the Gods. Thank ye! Thank ye! Thank ye!
Do thisthis looks like a good time to leave and search for a priest
then do this. While dancing.
You clap Your hands and spin;
“Ta-da! It’s a miracle! I have seen it! I have seen the flames! The brilliant, brilliant flames that have made this toast absolutely delicious. Behold!”
You take out that one Potato You wrapped up with Your Citizenship papers, and hold it out towards the sky!
“I have been truly blessed by the Gods. Thank ye! Thank ye! Thank ye!”
As the People in the room stare at You in a state of prolonged bewilderment, You takr the opportunity to leap into the air, do a twirl, and run at full speed out the front door, bag trailing behind You as You slam the door.
Outside, the sun is shining between grey clouds, and a chill wind blows from the north, where the streets angle themselves downwards and the wall eventually stands. Three Humans are walking uphill, consisting of two Men (one clean-shaven, one bearded) and a Woman (grey-haired and uncertain on Her feet), while a black-scaled Kobold pretends not to stare at You as He walks back downhill towards the square, and a single Dwarf sits back to the wall snoring softly. The road goes in two directions, back towards the square further down the Hill, and up towards the Castle further up the hill, occasionally marked by a small alley before the road rounds the bend and the end is obscured by Buildings. You’re nicely filled, all things considered, and the wind doesn’t seem all that bad, honestly. You have a feeling it might rain soon, though.
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Post by: Naturegirl1999 on February 10, 2020, 06:10:15 pm
Post by: Stirk on February 10, 2020, 06:12:14 pm
We literally just gave a sermon about how wasting food is a sin.
Post by: TamerVirus on February 10, 2020, 06:12:51 pm
Excuse me, pardon me, but I'm looking for the local house of worship! Would you kindly direct this lost poor soul towards salvation? I'm terribly confused and lost in this town and need someone to enlighten me on my status or lack thereof of my possible quasi-divinity.
Post by: King Zultan on February 11, 2020, 05:30:57 am
Go back inside and get the food we left.Do this then this.
We literally just gave a sermon about how wasting food is a sin.
Talk to group of humans+1
Excuse me, pardon me, but I'm looking for the local house of worship! Would you kindly direct this lost poor soul towards salvation? I'm terribly confused and lost in this town and need someone to enlighten me on my status or lack thereof of my possible quasi-divinity.
Post by: Imic on February 11, 2020, 05:44:16 pm
Go back inside and get the food we left.Do this then this.
We literally just gave a sermon about how wasting food is a sin.Talk to group of humans+1
Excuse me, pardon me, but I'm looking for the local house of worship! Would you kindly direct this lost poor soul towards salvation? I'm terribly confused and lost in this town and need someone to enlighten me on my status or lack thereof of my possible quasi-divinity.
As the People populating the Common room of the Inn return to their old lives, as the group You originally started chatting with returns to a discussion of something or other in a tone that suggests calm patience, but over a topic that suggests mutually assured murder isn’t far away. Then, the door opens, and You run in over to Your abandoned seat, wolf down the remnants of Your scrambled eggs, and run atraight out again as You are watched in bewilderment by People who really have no idea how to react to You.
Back outside, You chase down the group of Humans and jump in the way of their path.
“Excuse me, pardon me, but I'm looking for the local house of worship! Would you kindly direct this lost poor soul towards salvation? I'm terribly confused and lost in this town and need someone to enlighten me on my status or lack thereof of my possible quasi-divinity.”
The three stand staring at You for a few seconds while they fail to process everything You just said before giving up, at which point the older Woman speaks.
‘Are Y’lookin’ for th’ Temples? If Y’are, just ‘ead up th’ road from ‘ere, n’keep goin’ until Y’reach the Tailor, then turn right n’Y’should see i’. If Y’re lookin’ for somethin’ else, I’m afraid You’ll have t’explain Yourself a wee bit clearer ‘en ‘at. And, uh... If it’s alrigh’, may I ask, ah, Who Y’are? Never seen someone lookin’ like You before.’
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Post by: TamerVirus on February 11, 2020, 05:50:32 pm
Off to the temple!
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on February 11, 2020, 05:51:47 pm
Nobody. I'm nobody. I'm a tramp, a bum, a hobo. I'm a boxcar and a jug of wine. I'm an experience. An amusing anecdote. A funny memory. I'm a source of local gossip. I'm confusion and bewilderment. I'm everything and nothing. And I must be going.+1 also thank them for the directions
Off to the temple!
Post by: King Zultan on February 12, 2020, 04:03:33 am
+1Nobody. I'm nobody. I'm a tramp, a bum, a hobo. I'm a boxcar and a jug of wine. I'm an experience. An amusing anecdote. A funny memory. I'm a source of local gossip. I'm confusion and bewilderment. I'm everything and nothing. And I must be going.+1 also thank them for the directions
Off to the temple!
Post by: Imic on February 13, 2020, 03:23:50 am
“Nobody. I'm nobody. I'm a tramp, a bum, a hobo. I'm a boxcar and a jug of wine. I'm an experience. An amusing anecdote. A funny memory. I'm a source of local gossip. I'm confusion and bewilderment. I'm everything and nothing. And I must be going. Thanks for the directions.”+1Nobody. I'm nobody. I'm a tramp, a bum, a hobo. I'm a boxcar and a jug of wine. I'm an experience. An amusing anecdote. A funny memory. I'm a source of local gossip. I'm confusion and bewilderment. I'm everything and nothing. And I must be going.+1 also thank them for the directions
Off to the temple!
You immediately head off in the opposite direction, continuing until You reach the Tailor mentioned by the Old Woman. You turn right, down a small side-street, and enter into anither, larger street. On the left and right are more of the same tall, stone, high gabled, whitewashed buildings, but up ahead, the street opens out into a plaza of sorts. Entirely taking up one side of the plaza is a large wall, behind which You can see rooftops, stained glass windows, small domes, and various other works of fine architecture. At a large gate in the wall stand two Humans and a Kobold, the Humans in plain brown robes, but the Kobold in bright, flowing red robes, decorated with embroidered artwork of dragons in every colour of the rainbow. They’re arguing over who has to clean one of the Dwarven Shrines, but as You approach, they stop and turn to You, immediately going from snarky debate to smiles and politeness.
‘And what may We do for You?’ Says one of the Humans, a very old Woman with a face covered in scars and an eyepatch over one eye.
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Post by: Naturegirl1999 on February 13, 2020, 03:59:21 am
Post by: King Zultan on February 13, 2020, 09:20:41 am
”I would like to know information about the various deities”+1
Post by: Superdorf on February 13, 2020, 12:59:12 pm
”I would like to know information about the various deities”+1
"--you offer in this fine establishment."
Post by: TamerVirus on February 13, 2020, 01:13:34 pm
"Good day madam! I am Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau, and--"+1”I would like to know information about the various deities”+1
"--you offer in this fine establishment."
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on February 13, 2020, 02:59:31 pm
+1"Good day madam! I am Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau, and--"+1”I would like to know information about the various deities”+1
"--you offer in this fine establishment."
Post by: King Zultan on February 14, 2020, 04:56:43 am
+1 For the +1 pile!+1"Good day madam! I am Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau, and--"+1”I would like to know information about the various deities”+1
"--you offer in this fine establishment."
Post by: Imic on February 16, 2020, 06:02:23 pm
"Good day madam! I am Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau, and I would like to know information about the various deities you offer in this fine establishment."+1 For the +1 pile!+1"Good day madam! I am Robert Raphaël Silvester Ambrosius Costeau, and--"+1”I would like to know information about the various deities”+1
"--you offer in this fine establishment."
She stares at You for just long enough for it to become clear She didn’t expect You to ask that and now regrets acknowledging Your existence in the first place. She quickly recovers.
‘I’m afraid that won’t be possible. The Lentish Temple complex serves a number of faiths and beliefs and, if I may be somewhat blunt for a moment, no-one alive could name every Entity worshipped here. Most of them are known by their epithets Here anyway. We do run tours though, if that would suit You better.
While She speaks, the Kobold (proud, green-scaled and elderly-looking) and the other Human, (Younger though not by much, red-bearded, and exhausted-looking) begin to speak together in a language they probably don’t think that You can understand. The Human starts.p the conversation, spewking with a notwble accent.
‘“The various deities You offer in this fine establishment.” Every day this place feels more like a common business. Going in and buying favour. It makes Me sick.’
The Kobold thinks for a while before responding. His voice is smooth and unaccented, this is probably His first language.
‘You’re the ones running it. I don’t see why You can’t change it around until You find it working again.k
‘We can’t change anything as long as pompous shitheads are coming in Here like this. They don’t care. They’re just here because that’s what You do.’
‘Regardless, You’re the ones in charge. If You wanted to change Your image, I’m sure You could quite easily. We’ve discussed this before, You know. And You’re not doing Yourself any favours if that’s Your attitude to Worshippers..’
They stop talking when the Lady talking to You gives them both the evil eye. She turns back to You.
‘If You want a tour, I’ll speak with Baachen and We’ll get You someone to give the tour. It alone’d do a much better job of listing them than I could. Otherwise, just head on in and don’t go into the mausoleum, it’s being cleaned.‘
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Post by: Stirk on February 16, 2020, 06:05:58 pm
"No thanks, I'm not much for window shopping. I heard you had a cute little kitty here, what can you tell me about a 'black cat'?"
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on February 16, 2020, 06:26:34 pm
Try to speak back in the other language we just heard!+1 I had a dream last night about a burning city and an undead creature burning, I asked around and someone told me the Black Cat could be trying to talk with me”
"No thanks, I'm not much for window shopping. I heard you had a cute little kitty here, what can you tell me about a 'black cat'?"
Post by: Superdorf on February 16, 2020, 06:32:56 pm
Revert to the common tongue. "Perhaps another question would be more suitable:"
I had a dream last night about a burning city and an undead creature burning, I asked around and someone told me the Black Cat could be trying to talk with me”Say this.
"Have you any knowledge of such matters?"
Post by: TamerVirus on February 16, 2020, 08:07:28 pm
Speak in the same tongue as the other two. "I do hope I've not come across as untoward! I am here to learn, not to purchase." (Bow.)+1
Revert to the common tongue. "Perhaps another question would be more suitable:"I had a dream last night about a burning city and an undead creature burning, I asked around and someone told me the Black Cat could be trying to talk with me”Say this.
"Have you any knowledge of such matters?"
Post by: King Zultan on February 17, 2020, 09:59:46 am
+1Speak in the same tongue as the other two. "I do hope I've not come across as untoward! I am here to learn, not to purchase." (Bow.)+1
Revert to the common tongue. "Perhaps another question would be more suitable:"I had a dream last night about a burning city and an undead creature burning, I asked around and someone told me the Black Cat could be trying to talk with me”Say this.
"Have you any knowledge of such matters?"
Post by: Imic on February 17, 2020, 10:36:36 am
+1Speak in the same tongue as the other two. "I do hope I've not come across as untoward! I am here to learn, not to purchase." (Bow.)+1
Revert to the common tongue. "Perhaps another question would be more suitable:"I had a dream last night about a burning city and an undead creature burning, I asked around and someone told me the Black Cat could be trying to talk with me”Say this.
"Have you any knowledge of such matters?"
You turn to the gossiping pair and speak in the language they’re using. It doesn’t come to You immediately, but while Your first few words stumble slightly, You speak the language like a native.
“I do hope I've not come across as untoward! I am here to learn, not to purchase.”
The Human turns red and averts eye contact, while a little smile appears on the Kobold’s face, His eyes aimed squarely at the Human. You bow, and turn back to the old Lady, Who just about manages to stifle a wide grin.
"Perhaps another question would be more suitable: I had a dream last night about a burning city and an undead creature burning, I asked around and someone told me the Black Cat could be trying to talk with me. Have you any knowledge of such matters?"
She thinks for all of two seconds before speaking in a way that suggests She rehearses these details, if not in this order.
‘Ah, the Black Cat. The Black Cat is a more commonly worshipped Deity, usually associated with nighttime, stars, darkness, dreams, and a few others. It’s known by that name for Its usual appearance; a black cat approaching from darkness. Well known for its use of dreams to communicate with Individuals. Dedicated Priests usually gain the ability to communicate with each other through dreams after about a year of dedication. That’s as much as I’d know, but Ciara’d know more if You’d want to talk to Her.’
The Kobold escorts the cringing Human through a small doorway, and once the door closes, You hear hysterical laughter echoing from within.
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Post by: Naturegirl1999 on February 17, 2020, 10:48:00 am
Post by: King Zultan on February 17, 2020, 10:48:54 am
“Where is Clara? I would like to speak with her”+1
Post by: Imic on February 17, 2020, 02:48:27 pm
“Where is Clara? I would like to speak with her”+1
“Where is Clara? I would like to speak with her”
‘Ciara, not Clara. If You head into the courtyard, turn left into the Cloister and head into the big Domed Temple. If She’s not there, give me a holler.’
She pats You on Your back, practically pushing You into the Courtyard, before She opens the door that the Kobold and Human left through, closing it gently behind Her. In front of You is a wall with an archway leading to another courtyard, overlooked by a slightly greenish bronze-coated onion dome. To the right, the courtyard extends for a bit before ending sandwiched between two large buildings made entirely of undecorated masonry from walls to roof, with only a few slits on the sides for windows, giving the impression of a hollow, peaked stone block with a few holes. A deep blue banner with a white, eleven stringed harp emblazoned on it hangs over the door of one, and a bright red banner with an elongated grey omega symbol at its centre hangs over the other. To the left, the wall is covered in small shrines, some with statues, some with engravings, some with both, many with small offerings of flowers. Roughly around the middle is a large stone archway, and over the wall You see a large, pointed grey rooftop towering over You.
The courtyard is far from empty. A few Humans mill about the shrines, and two Dwarves to Your right are arguing inaudibly. A single Kobold stands at the far end of the Courtyard, looking about ready to fall asleep at any moment as another Dwarf walks up to Her with a teapot in one hand and two cups in the other. It’s overall pretty quiet here.
The wind is picking up. You shiver in the sudden cold, as Your ragged clothes begin to sway in the breeze.
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Post by: TamerVirus on February 17, 2020, 03:34:23 pm
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on February 17, 2020, 04:58:19 pm
Examine some of the shrines in more detail, then head into the cloister+1
Post by: King Zultan on February 18, 2020, 07:45:32 am
+1Examine some of the shrines in more detail, then head into the cloister+1
Post by: Imic on February 18, 2020, 05:48:15 pm
You head over to the shrines to have a look. The first one You look at has a small bust of a Kobold and an alter with several dice of differing designs and styles, and a few coins, beads, small shards of crystal, and what looks like a piece of broken pottery with bright green patterns shining in what little sun makes it between the gathering, looming clouds. A small placque underneath names this figure as Goramorniss, a local gambler so famed for His luck that as He approached His deathbed He was forbidden from gambling by most in the City for fear of Him bankruptcy. His spheres include luck, gambling, games, etc. and He acts as a local patron of Gamblers.+1Examine some of the shrines in more detail, then head into the cloister+1
You move through a few, before coming to a statue of a tall, heavily armed Woman, with a few flowers and coins scattered around the Statue’s plinth, on which is written (in several different languages this time) a story of a Woman named Áine, who supposedly created the organization known today as the Lentish People’s Constabulary, and acted as its Chief inspector up until Her death at the hands of an invading swarm of Pit Beasts shortly before the modern kite system was set up.
The last one is a statue of a Human with long tendrils growing from his body, which seems to be dissolving. One hand is just over his chin, holding up a beautiful mask behind which His face, just about visible, is covered in tumors, scars, extra eyeballs, and free-flowing blood. The whole thing has been vividly and colourfully painted, by someone Who probably needs to see some help, bringing it to life in a unique way that makes You feel only slightly sick. There’s no inscription, though there’s a few coins and beads left below it, and a few flowers too.
You head into the cloister. The courtyard at the centre of the cloister has a massive, ancient oak tree planted in it, and a sickle has been carved into it. At the far side of the Cloister is a doorway leading to a long hall, the gable end of the roof overshadowing you with a stained glass window of a fish in blue and red and white providing a nice centrepiece. To the left is a smaller doorway into a smaller hall, the gables ending at each end of the Cloister. To the right, however, is a large circular building with a peaked grey roof, the higher parts upheld by flying butresses, with weathered statues in between. Everything here is weathered and beaten. The rooftops that you can see are often missing tiles, moss grows freely on most surfaces, and cracks in the masonry stand out. The buttresses look ready to come crashing down at any moment. From the pair of huge wooden doors, braced with rusting metal, comes an old woman. The old woman you saw before was youthful compared to the primeval matriarch slowly coming towards You, bent over beneath a long cloak and hood. As she notices you standing there, she looks up and speaks. Her voice is gravelly and deep, but still confident in its own ability after who knows how many years of use.
‘Do you need anything... Lass?’
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Post by: Stirk on February 18, 2020, 06:03:37 pm
My god Senses are telling me you are...Clara, one knowledgeable of the Black Cat? I wouldn't mind getting to know them either. You could tell me of them on the way."
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on February 18, 2020, 06:12:19 pm
Post by: King Zultan on February 19, 2020, 08:28:45 am
"Oh, yes. I'm here for my offerings you see. My last follower offered me but a piece of silver, which has currently been chopped in half. You would think that guy could have made change with another half piece of silver instead of cutting up a perfectly good full piece. They'll be nothing but half silvers if he keeps up like that. Oh, look at me ramble! So just point me to the statue that looks like me, if you would kind priestess. And maybe the god of Thieves. I'm pretty sure he would be cool with me stealing his coins. It is like his thing.+1
My god Senses are telling me you are...Clara, one knowledgeable of the Black Cat? I wouldn't mind getting to know them either. You could tell me of them on the way."
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on February 19, 2020, 08:47:14 am
Post by: TamerVirus on February 19, 2020, 08:54:00 am
+1"Oh, yes. I'm here for my offerings you see. My last follower offered me but a piece of silver, which has currently been chopped in half. You would think that guy could have made change with another half piece of silver instead of cutting up a perfectly good full piece. They'll be nothing but half silvers if he keeps up like that. Oh, look at me ramble! So just point me to the statue that looks like me, if you would kind priestess. And maybe the god of Thieves. I'm pretty sure he would be cool with me stealing his coins. It is like his thing.+1
My god Senses are telling me you are...Clara, one knowledgeable of the Black Cat? I wouldn't mind getting to know them either. You could tell me of them on the way."
Post by: King Zultan on February 19, 2020, 09:17:28 am
I think it is arrogant to assume we are a god, I don’t want to offend the gods or CiaraI feel it enforces the fact that we're insane and offending stuff is fun.
Post by: Stirk on February 19, 2020, 11:47:20 am
I think it is arrogant to assume we are a god, I don’t want to offend the gods or Ciara
It is arrogant of the gods to assume we are on the same level.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on February 19, 2020, 12:27:19 pm
when have the gods assumed we are on the same level? Mortals told us about the Black Cat, which means the Black Cat must communicate with mortals too, or they wouldn’t know about himI think it is arrogant to assume we are a god, I don’t want to offend the gods or Ciara
It is arrogant of the gods to assume we are on the same level.
Post by: Imic on February 20, 2020, 04:07:10 pm
"Oh, yes. I'm here for my offerings you see. My last follower offered me but a piece of silver, which has currently been chopped in half. You would think that guy could have made change with another half piece of silver instead of cutting up a perfectly good full piece. They'll be nothing but half silvers if he keeps up like that. Oh, look at me ramble! So just point me to the statue that looks like me, if you would kind priestess. And maybe the god of Thieves. I'm pretty sure he would be cool with me stealing his coins. It is like his thing.+1
My god Senses are telling me you are...Clara, one knowledgeable of the Black Cat? I wouldn't mind getting to know them either. You could tell me of them on the way."
She looks at You with an unreadable smile carved into her face.
‘Ciara, actually.’
She turns away and begins to walk in the direction of the previous Courtyard You were in.
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Post by: TamerVirus on February 20, 2020, 05:59:43 pm
Go snoop around the room
Post by: King Zultan on February 21, 2020, 03:18:20 am
You ignore me at your own peril!+1 We will find our own answers!
Go snoop around the roomClaraCiaraSierra Mistthat old women came from
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on February 21, 2020, 06:39:47 am
(I thought we said Ciara?)
Post by: Imic on February 21, 2020, 07:02:29 pm
You ignore me at your own peril!+1 We will find our own answers!
Go snoop around the roomClaraCiaraSierra Mistthat old women came from
“You ignore me at your own peril!” you yell in her direction.
‘It’s veryl very polite of You to show concern for mere mortals such as myself, but I won’t inconvenience you with my burdensome prescense.’ comes the somewhat cheery reply, dripping with snark and completely failing to cop on to Your obvious mental instability. You turn away from Her and head towards the large building ahe came out from, and You open the door, as a few disparate drops of rain hit Your clothes.
You are inside a massive round chamber, lit by tall thin glass windows far, far above, and lanterns hsnging from wall hooks all around You. There are small stone balconies all around the sides of the building, accessed from small stairways. All across the walls from floor to the windowsills high above are little arched nooks, and inside almost every single one of the maybe hundereds of little nooks is a statue or figurine or symbol or something, usually with some writing, ranging anywhere from a few little sentances to a few massive paragraphs chiseled onto stone tablets, almkst every singke one of the accessible from at least one of the balconies. Some of them have little offerings, some have bread or coins or beads or litrle crystals or spilled alcohol or ashes. And at the far side of the room, at head height, is a small statue of a cat, painted black. You’re not alone in the room, though, a few Humans and Kobolds are here too. An orange-scaled Kobold looks up at You from the Shrine He was looking at when He sees You.
‘What are you doing here, Vagabond? Take Your bloody, thieving mitts somewhere else if you’re here for trouble.’
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Post by: TamerVirus on February 21, 2020, 07:16:55 pm
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on February 21, 2020, 07:57:10 pm
I have fallen from the below in search of divine knowledge and purpose! Being rudely ignored, I have taken the initiative into my own hands. I come to learn the specifics behind the worship of the One they call Feline of Blackness. The dreams! Every night, the dreams! They speak to me!+1 And I am no longer who you can, Vegabond. I am Robert Raphael [insert third name] Castau
Post by: Stirk on February 21, 2020, 08:09:44 pm
"Wonder what that guy's deal is. Anyway Black Cat, big fan, heard much about you. Love your show, really evocative. It is great to finally meet you in person! You are just as they say. Black. And a cat. It is much more descriptive than most mortals names. Really efficient, doesn't waste any time. Unlike me. I waste a lot of time. Even just saying my name. But enough with that, you keep trying to contact me and here I am! Your receptionist should have rung me in. I figure if you want to talk it is much easier to do it in person!"
Assuming the statue doesn't immediately talk back, ignore the mortals and attempt to take a nap on the shrine.
(Edited to be slightly more period appropriate)
Post by: King Zultan on February 22, 2020, 05:54:47 am
Look around like we are looking for the vagabond he is talking about. Then look confused at the cat.+1
"Wonder what that guy's deal is. Anyway Black Cat, big fan, heard much about you. Love your show, really evocative. It is great to finally meet you in person! You are just as they say. Black. And a cat. It is much more descriptive than most mortals names. Really efficient, doesn't waste any time. Unlike me. I waste a lot of time. Even just saying my name. But enough with that, you keep trying to contact me and here I am! Your receptionist should have rung me in. I figure if you want to talk it is much easier to do it in person!"
Assuming the statue doesn't immediately talk back, ignore the mortals and attempt to take a nap on the shrine.
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Post by: Naturegirl1999 on February 24, 2020, 07:57:20 am
+1Look around like we are looking for the vagabond he is talking about. Then look confused at the cat.+1
"Wonder what that guy's deal is. Anyway Black Cat, big fan, heard much about you. Love your show, really evocative. It is great to finally meet you in person! You are just as they say. Black. And a cat. It is much more descriptive than most mortals names. Really efficient, doesn't waste any time. Unlike me. I waste a lot of time. Even just saying my name. But enough with that, you keep trying to contact me and here I am! Your receptionist should have rung me in. I figure if you want to talk it is much easier to do it in person!"
Assuming the statue doesn't immediately talk back, ignore the mortals and attempt to take a nap on the shrine.
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Post by: Imic on February 26, 2020, 11:32:33 am
+1Look around like we are looking for the vagabond he is talking about. Then look confused at the cat.+1
"Wonder what that guy's deal is. Anyway Black Cat, big fan, heard much about you. Love your show, really evocative. It is great to finally meet you in person! You are just as they say. Black. And a cat. It is much more descriptive than most mortals names. Really efficient, doesn't waste any time. Unlike me. I waste a lot of time. Even just saying my name. But enough with that, you keep trying to contact me and here I am! Your receptionist should have rung me in. I figure if you want to talk it is much easier to do it in person!"
Assuming the statue doesn't immediately talk back, ignore the mortals and attempt to take a nap on the shrine.
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“I have fallen from the below in search of divine knowledge and purpose! Being rudely ignored, I have taken the initiative into my own hands. I come to learn the specifics behind the worship of the One they call Feline of Blackness. The dreams! Every night, the dreams! They speak to me! I am no longer who you can, Vegabond. I am Robert Raphael Whatsit Castau! ”I have fallen from the below in search of divine knowledge and purpose! Being rudely ignored, I have taken the initiative into my own hands. I come to learn the specifics behind the worship of the One they call Feline of Blackness. The dreams! Every night, the dreams! They speak to me!+1 And I am no longer who you can, Vegabond. I am Robert Raphael [insert third name] Castau
He gives you a funny look dripping with unspoken judgement, before slowly returning to a small shrine with a small figurine of a horn, occasionally looking at you when he thinks you aren’t watching.
"Wonder what that guy's deal is. Anyway Black Cat, big fan, heard much about you. Love your show, really evocative. It is great to finally meet you in person! You are just as they say. Black. And a cat. It is much more descriptive than most mortals names. Really efficient, doesn't waste any time. Unlike me. I waste a lot of time. Even just saying my name. But enough with that, you keep trying to contact me and here I am! Your receptionist should have rung me in. I figure if you want to talk it is much easier to do it in person!"
The Cat statue stares at you silently with unmoving stone eyes. You climb onto the plinth holding up the statue. A few people turn to look, but none of them go over to stop you. As rain hitting the roof becomes increasingly audible, it almost becomes a lullaby to you. It feels familiar, warm, inviting. You find yourself curling up into a ball without thinking. Darkness fills the world, and you drift to sleep.
You are standing in an unending darkness. The ground is concealed under slowly dissolving bodies of every colour of the rainbow, all slowly turning a darkening blue, fading to black as they turn to liquid. You recognise many of them, in the brief moments before the faces begin to melt together. A long hand reaches to you from above. It belongs to the the one who caused all of this. As you feel yourself sinking downwards, the hand approaches you, asking you to take it, be freed of this place, and return to its Service. Words appear in your mind, echoing silently:
’So? What happened next?’
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Post by: Superdorf on February 26, 2020, 11:47:45 am
"Woah woah woah, cat, little explanation before you get with the touchy-feely. You saying I used to be some kind of servant of yours?"
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on February 26, 2020, 02:25:32 pm
You're doing a valiant job of keeping up with the madness of your players! I'm curious to see what happens from here.+1
"Woah woah woah, cat, little explanation before you get with the touchy-feely. You saying I used to be some kind of servant of yours?"
Post by: TamerVirus on February 26, 2020, 02:27:52 pm
What happens next? More unrefined madness and confusion I bet! It always ends in more madness and confusion.
Post by: Imic on February 26, 2020, 05:56:59 pm
You're doing a valiant job of keeping up with the madness of your players! I'm curious to see what happens from here.+1
"Woah woah woah, cat, little explanation before you get with the touchy-feely. You saying I used to be some kind of servant of yours?"
I'm enjoying this just fine. Keep up with the good work!
What happens next? More unrefined madness and confusion I bet! It always ends in more madness and confusion.
"Woah woah woah, cat, little explanation before you get with the touchy-feely. You saying I used to be some kind of servant of yours?"
Time slows down, and freezes. The bodies look like like half-melted ice that has been re-frozen.
’Hah ha. A little presumptuous, are we?
A black cat appears, almost as though it formed from the darkness. It walks over the bodies towards you, and sits down on a half-melted head, looking you in the eyes.
No. Until only a few short days ago, I didn’t know you existed. Something very much like you passed through this very City not long before then, but when you came to be as you are now, a beacon was lit inside you. I’m definitely not the only Higher Power that noticed you, though. For all I know you might have been a servant of any one of them, once. Maybe that’s why you were here.
The Cat gestures with its head across the corpse-filled landscape.
’This is all from your memory. Most dreams are. It’s a twisted, shattered memory though. It could be partly or all abstract, or it could be several memories mixed together. It was an important memory for you, though, that much is clear. Memories are strange things, especially for an outsider; a little further in, and I can’t navigate it. Whoever’s hand this is, abstract or literal, and whatever choice you made, your memory of it is... mixed up. Not certain. Conflicted. Whatever happens next will be quite interesting.’
“What happens next? More unrefined madness and confusion I bet! It always ends in more madness and confusion.”
Hah. Whatever dreams you may have had, I assure you they weren’t mine. I take some pride in the quality of my dreams. Besides, your mind has been busy and the screams are practically deafening, I don’t see how anything extra could have fit. You are on my altar now, and I assure you, confusion may be inevitable, but I started doing this 3,000 years ago as a mad old Woman in a tiny hut full of cats giving advice to others by divining their dreams. I didn’t stick around this long by being bad at it.
The cat approaches you, and beckons towards the outstretched hand with its head.
’So. Would you like to make a choice?’
Post by: Superdorf on February 26, 2020, 06:08:42 pm
Take the hand!
Post by: Stirk on February 26, 2020, 06:26:44 pm
We refused. We lashed out at the hand to refuse it. This was all its fault. Does it think it could force us to return like this? We'll never be a slave again. From here on out we will be our own master bowing before none. Even if it means poverty. Even if it means being hunted. Even if everyone else looks at us as if we are insane. Even if it means becoming insane. Even if we sink into the abyss here. We live free, or we will die trying.
Post by: Superdorf on February 26, 2020, 06:41:35 pm
"It seems I have misunderstood your intentions, madam cat!" (Bow.) "Very well-- let us have done with this mountebank, and discover together where this dream-story may lead."
Strike the hand down by any means available to us. "Hyah!"
Post by: King Zultan on February 27, 2020, 05:54:47 am
On second thought, I like that better.+1
"It seems I have misunderstood your intentions, madam cat!" (Bow.) "Very well-- let us have done with this mountebank, and discover together where this dream-story may lead."
Strike the hand down by any means available to us. "Hyah!"
Post by: Imic on February 27, 2020, 06:50:21 pm
On second thought, I like that better.+1
"It seems I have misunderstood your intentions, madam cat!" (Bow.) "Very well-- let us have done with this mountebank, and discover together where this dream-story may lead."
"It seems I have misunderstood your intentions, madam cat!"Huh, that actually worked.
We refused. We lashed out at the hand to refuse it. This was all its fault. Does it think it could force us to return like this? We'll never be a slave again. From here on out we will be our own master bowing before none. Even if it means poverty. Even if it means being hunted. Even if everyone else looks at us as if we are insane. Even if it means becoming insane. Even if we sink into the abyss here. We live free, or we will die trying.
You bow.
"Very well-- let us have done with this mountebank, and discover together where this dream-story may lead."
The world begins to move again. The hand beckons, coming closer as you sink ever deeper into the melting bodies.
Huh, that actually worked.
We refused. We lashed out at the hand to refuse it. This was all its fault. Does it think it could force us to return like this? We'll never be a slave again. From here on out we will be our own master bowing before none. Even if it means poverty. Even if it means being hunted. Even if everyone else looks at us as if we are insane. Even if it means becoming insane. Even if we sink into the abyss here. We live free, or we will die trying.
Strike the hand down by any means available to us. "Hyah!"
You raise your fist. It’s hard to do, you’ve sunk almost to your waist. As you feel your legs and torso descend quicker and quicker into the dark sludge, you hear words coming from the Cat.
Wait, what do you mean by We?
Your fist makes contact.
You are standing in a vast cave, the roof only barely in focus, and the unspeakably distant walls unseen save for nearby natural pillars. A few paces behind you is a vast chasm with no visible bottom, a few paces in front of you is a cadre of heavily armed Soldiers, all details hidden underneath their heavy armour, and right beneath you is a tall purple figure, face dark with blood. The soldiers instantly rush forward and grab you by the arms as they help the figure up.
‘Sir, are yo-’
‘I’m fine, I’m fine.’
The purple figure looks at you. Beneath a thin veneer of exhaustion, their rage is welling up.
‘Toss him down with the others.’
‘... yes, Sir.’
The Soldiers holding onto you you drop their guns and swords to grab you with both hands and drag you towards the edge. They’re reluctant to do this.
You want freedom? Take your fucking freedom. You can have all the freedom you want, and you can have it at the bottom of the Lighteater’s abyss. Goodbye.
You feel the ground beneath you disappear, and you fall. Tossing and turning, flailing wildly, the lights above disappear as darkness fills the world, and what feels like hours pass. As your eyes desperately adapt to the darkness, you see something in your vision, becoming clearer and clearer by every second, standing out even in the pitch dark for how utterly black it is. Bells begin to ring, echoing through your mins as far below, you see the black liquid; a sea of darkness spreading out in every direction, getting bigger and bigger with each passing moment. You scream in the last few moments before you hit it. The water tastes of salt.
You wake up.
The bells are still ringing. People are running. Someone is taking boards of wood and covering the Temple building’s windows. Some parents come running in with their children, as people carrying massive kites run out in the opposite direction. The rain has stopped, but the sound has been replaced with screams and bells. A Human man in a state of barely-concealed spots you waking up and yells at you.
‘Son’t just lie there, do something useful! Beasts are swarming, you idiot!’
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Post by: TamerVirus on February 27, 2020, 06:57:40 pm
Beasts? Of what nation?
Post by: Superdorf on February 27, 2020, 07:00:02 pm
Spring to our feet. Drop the crazy act for once. "My methods are unorthodox sir, but I've some talent in the closing of wounds. Have we any injured in the building?"
Post by: Stirk on February 27, 2020, 07:06:39 pm
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"Right, you ask a random hobo to help you save the town and I'm the idiot. I'll just go get my hobo shank and start stabbing necks. How rude of them, interrupting my chat with the nice kitty god..."
Stand up, brush ourselves off, and look for someone who is injured. They can explain what is going on while we dance-heal them.
Post by: King Zultan on February 28, 2020, 04:14:14 am
We can figure out what's going on later. People need help now.+1 Dance out healing dance!
Spring to our feet. Drop the crazy act for once. "My methods are unorthodox sir, but I've some talent in the closing of wounds. Have we any injured in the building?"
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on February 28, 2020, 04:18:14 am
+1We can figure out what's going on later. People need help now.+1 Dance out healing dance!
Spring to our feet. Drop the crazy act for once. "My methods are unorthodox sir, but I've some talent in the closing of wounds. Have we any injured in the building?"
Post by: Imic on February 29, 2020, 06:52:23 pm
"Its uh, the royal 'We'. Because we are our own king now or something. Yeah sounds legit."
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"Right, you ask a random hobo to help you save the town and I'm the idiot. I'll just go get my hobo shank and start stabbing necks. How rude of them, interrupting my chat with the nice kitty god..."
Stand up, brush ourselves off, and look for someone who is injured. They can explain what is going on while we dance-heal them.
You jump off the plinth.+1We can figure out what's going on later. People need help now.+1 Dance out healing dance!
Spring to our feet. Drop the crazy act for once. "My methods are unorthodox sir, but I've some talent in the closing of wounds. Have we any injured in the building?"
"Right, you ask a random hobo to help you save the town and I'm the idiot. I'll just go get my hobo shank and start stabbing necks. How rude of them, interrupting my chat with the nice kitty god... My methods are unorthodox sir, but I've some talent in the closing of wounds. Have we any injured in the building?"
The Man shakes his head as his hands fidget, seemingly without him noticing.
“No! They aren’t here yet, you ne-‘
Outside, clearly visible through the wide open doors, a vast, dark shape begins to form on the horizon beyond the distant rooftops, twisting, splitting, merging, swarming. Someone screams. For just a moment, he freezes up, a look pf pure terror in his eyes. He turns to you, white as a sheet, and grabs you by the shoulder, dragging you out of the builsing, into the small courtyard, and through it into the larger one with the shrines and the twin stone buildings, to a group of three Greencloaks carrying massive longbows and intricately detailed arrows. The courtyard has about five people piloting massive kites; whenever one stabilizes in the air, it starts producing a high-pitched whistling. As you catch looks over the tall buildings, you spot more kites, in every direction, high above the city, in constant whistling chorus. The vast black shape beyond them is getting bigger.
The Man regains the use of his tongue finally, to the relief of the anxious Greencloaks, and starts spluttering out words.
‘She’s a healer I think I don’t know please gods help me...’
The Greencloaks make audible thinking sounds for an instant before one speaks.
‘If you can heal people, stick here or head down to the Arch at the Market Square, then brace for impact. Can you do that? If you can’t, then grap a kite, we need all hands working on this, and we need it now!’
The wind is strong, the ground is wet, and the air is cold. You feel groggy after waking up, but you’ve felt worse.
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Post by: Superdorf on February 29, 2020, 08:30:08 pm
Look to the sky.
Post by: Naturegirl1999 on March 01, 2020, 03:59:11 am
"Sticking here it is-- when my services are needed, I will be ready."+1
Look to the sky.
Post by: King Zultan on March 01, 2020, 09:22:25 am
+1"Sticking here it is-- when my services are needed, I will be ready."+1
Look to the sky.