CRACKThe bones of the kneeling man give way as a primal scream escapes his lips, the sack covering his head only provides enough of a barrier to marginally lower the volume of his shrieking. The crowd watching this brutal execution jeers at the man, "MURDERER", "C'MON LAD, PUT YOUR BACK INTO THE SWING", and other words of mockery slip from the mouths of the audience. The executioner, a large and burly man covered from head to toe in black garments, wields a nearly inhumanely long and heavy looking club. Each swing of it brutalizing the man in what is an increasingly barbaric display of punishment. "Bastards.." you catch a barely audible whisper coming from what may be a woman behind you. That's right.. you're not far off from being in the mans shoes ahead of you. Unsure of your bearings or whatever village they've transported you to due to your own coverings over your head, the only sure thing is you deserve to be here by all equal rights and measure. No matter what hole they put you in, no matter how long you were in there for, temptation overcame you.CRASH The sound of the poorly constructed floorboards give way and the crowd cheers, everyone waiting in line with you in the back is splattered by something."DID YA SEE THAT THERE? BATTERED THAT FUCKERS HEAD CLEAN OFF E' DID!" A particularly excited man shouts from out front the display. You feel a rough hand grab your arm as it tugs aggressively causing you to yelp in pain, the wound in it from your previous capture not yet fully healed. Looks like you're next for whatever is coming, no tears fall from your eyes, you lay your sights on nothing but the burlap sack covering your head, your vision obscured by the bag. In these final few moments you close your eyes, visions of the past slowly trickle forth from both before your criminal acts and after. You sigh and try to contain the fear of certain death coming your way, that is until an overwhelmingly sharp pain in your head throttles itself into the forefront of your thoughts. You scream before anything even happens and drop fully onto the floor like an infant.No, you can't accept this.. to just lay down and die like this? You won't let these bastards make a display out of you.All the pain in your body suddenly goes away! You stand, despite the efforts of the executioners help trying to keep you down on your knees, you stand defiant before them as an unknown burst of strength takes hostage over you. The crowd murmurs amongst themselves in confusion, you hear the executioner wasting no time and rapidly approaching you on the stage. "Oyo... what's that freak doing there now?" A confused man in the crowd says.From behind the bag hiding your face, you smile. "Oh, but I'm not just any freak.." you start talking back, "I'm..">Monte Hilderbrund, The Werewolf of Viscan>Kiku Minatori, Siren of The Foreign Lands>Graveth Hastings, The Immortal Butcher
>>6370009>Monte Hilderbrund, The Werewolf of ViscanArf arf arf arf grrrr rarf
>>6370009>Graveth Hastings, The Immortal Butcher
>>6370009>Monte Hilderbrund, The Werewolf of ViscanWe're actually just a bit hairy, but
>Monte Hilderbrund, The Werewolf of Viscan"I'm Monte Hilderbrund, The Werewolf of Viscan!" You shout out into the surrounding area. The audience reels back some making an effort to get out of the area ASAP, others stand there and try to instruct the executioner and his help to do something. The large, black clothed clad executioner raises his club in the air and with a quick effort slams it down and forward, narrowly missing you due to your keen reflexes. The bit of the club had gripped onto the sack over your head however, parting it open in ragged pieces revealing your odd yellow eye color and iris shape. "BLOODY HELL IT'S TRULY THAT CURSED BASTARD INNIT?" One of the crowd members screams as they too now try to make an escape. With your sight now somewhat restored from it's bindings, you take a moment to look up at the sky in the heat of the battle. Darkness, the moon, it all shines forth on you."You stupid bastards, did you really choose to do this during the dark hours, to me?" You jeer at the executioner. In what feels like a moment frozen in time you take notice of the executioner beginning his next jaunt towards you to attack, your overwhelming strength in the darkness takes hold of you, you flex your arms and feel their enhanced musculature causing their bindings to strain against holding you, they're just barely able to keep it together! With enough effort you should be able to break out of them, but who knows what else may be coming your way now that this event has become panicked. For now it is just a handful of men, but soon a small militia may arrive.>Break out of your bindings and turn the tides on your executioner>Escape now while it's still easier to do so
Welcome to We The Hunted!For centuries now, the world has been plagued by mythical creatures of both dark and light. At the turn of the darkest century, humanity has had enough and for years prior they had begun trying to tame or kill such beasts and self proclaimed deities. You are Monte Hilderbrund, werewolf, well mostly one anyhow. The origin of your powers is a strange one that you are at the mercy of turning feral from at any moment of surrender.This is my first time running a quest and I hope you all enjoy! I will try to update as frequently as possible, aiming for at least once or twice a day.
>>6370009>>Kiku Minatori, Siren of The Foreign Lands
>>6370021>Escape now while it's still easier to do so[Exit Pursued By a Mob]>>6370022Welcome, QM! Glad to see you're giving it a shot! Feel free to ask here or in the Quest Thread General (QTG) if you have any questions or need any tips or advice. People on /qst/ are pretty chill for the most part.Also just a heads up: /qst/ moves slowly so don't worry too much about updating every hour. Gives folks in different timezones/work situations a chance to vote too.
>>6370021>Escape now while it's still easier to do soFlee now to wreak havoc another day!
>>6370021>Escape now while it's still easier to do so
>Escape nowYour bondage and bravado can temper itself for now. Smirking at the executioner and the remaining crowd, you shrug your shoulders and quickly turn around sprinting away from your captors. Though what you did was sensible for your own survival, you can't help but feel if you had stayed behind you may have been able to save some of the other captives. You lost some of your humanity!Humanity 90/100It's now slightly harder to resist the beast within!You quickly shake the thought of your head and keep your eyes focused on the small perimeters on the outskirts of this village, you dash with a mad fervor, weaving around tight corners and the villages people who can't help but be startled by your inhuman speed. The longer you spend out in this moonlit landscape, the further your mutation leeches itself onto you. Though it serves as a boon for the time being, you know from common knowledge at this point that time is of the essence. The longer you stay outside in this, the easier it is to turn over completely and lose yourself. Finally, the perimeter is very close to where you are. The towns barely had enough time to muster a containment defense, standing in your way currently are just a handful of armed militia, hardly the hardened soldiers of war these defenders clumsily clutch their worn down shields and weapons close by them."Gods above, ready your arms men!" You hear the leader of the disheveled men scream out from further away.>Jump and launch yourself over the gated perimeter of the village>Rip and tear through the few armed men standing in your way
>>6370035>Rip and tear through the few armed men standing in your wayRip and Tear, you say?
>>6370035>Jump and launch yourself over the gated perimeter of the villageDon't waste time on these guys
>>6370035>Jump and launch yourself over the gated perimeter of the villageWe decided to run away instead of mauling the executioner, so we should continue running away.
>>6370035>Jump and launch yourself over the gated perimeter of the village
>Jump over the gate[blue]Monstrous Power bonus[/blue]Roll a 1d20+3Highest of 3 takes itDC is 11
Rolled 20 + 3 (1d20 + 3)>>6370061
Rolled 20 + 3 (1d20 + 3)>>6370061I don't think we need to roll but I may as well>>6370062Sheet that's good
Rolled 1 + 3 (1d20 + 3)>>6370061And one more for the road
Holy shid
>>6370194We're gonna leap into the next province lol
>>6370208First werewolf to fly to the moon, kek.
>Jump over the gate>Rolled 20! >ROLLED 20 AGAIN!The handful of militia brace themselves, getting into a clumsy defensive position with a couple of spearmen half-heartedly jutting their blades forward. The sight of it nearly causes you to chuckle, you snap out of your mocking state and focus on the goal ahead. "R-READY YOURSELVES MEN!" The leader commands, his voice cracking.Just as you close in on the handful of militia at the gate, one of them sticks their spear further out, you quickly concentrate all your strength into your lower body and leap gracefully over the entire squad. The sight of it is something to behold, "HELLS BELOW!," One of the militiamen shout. You not only cleared the jump over the squad, but you easily bounded beyond the height of the gate! Your bounding leap cascades you across the skyline as if you were a bog witch riding on your broom. The distance you create in a single bound between you and your captors is enough to put them off for at least half a days travel. The men stare in shock, the only thing that to confirm what they saw was real is your hounding laughter haunting the nighttime sky.SLAMYou finally land gracefully on your feet, well within the tree line of a forest not far from the town you were captured from. The nearby animals bound and sprint away from your location, sheer bewilderment crosses them from your sudden appearance. You take a moment and scan your surroundings, not entirely sure of where you are now, nor where you had just escaped from. The only certainty is that you are far enough to not have to worry about seeing any of those bastards tonight. You slump down against a tree, the adrenaline of tonight still coursing through your body mixing itself with your cursed power.FEED, is all that you can hear. The booming and primal voice repeating itself over and over in your head. It causes you to grip at your head and nearly scream from the pounding sensation it delivers in your skull, the repetition getting worse and worse. The only conscious thought of your own running through your mind, you shouldn't stay out in the moonlight much longer.. unless>Go hunting>Create a makeshift shelter>Travel further away from the town>Meditate and hone in on the beast within you
>>6370363>Create a makeshift shelter
>>6370363>Travel further away from the townWe're too near to our pursuers to be resting.
>>6370363>Create a makeshift shelter>>6370478I don't think they'll chase us after moves like that
