You are Charlotte Fawkins, dashing heroine, detective, adventuress, heiress, sorceress, etcetera. Three years ago, you drowned yourself in a quest to find a long-lost family heirloom; nowadays, you're just nobly causing solving problems with the help of trusty retainer Gil and snake(?)/father(?) Richard. Inexplicably, many people tend to "dislike" you, though you've never done anything wrong in your life.Right now, you're hazy on what's happening.I think I've done all I could do.You're in your head. Something is in your body. Bone. Marble. Roses. You can't see. Something is the matter with your eye.Shh. I'll take care of it. Give me a moment.You are reaching into your pocket and taking out an eye and you are reaching into your socket and taking out the sun. You are putting the eye in the socket, and you are opening your mouth wider than it goes and swallowing the sun.Fire and clarity return to you. You are Charlotte Fawkins. The lizard-thing, the Herald of the Bright Epoch, is in your body. You are in a tight space surrounded by Managers, which would ordinarily be frightening, but you remember. They worship you.For now. I wouldn't press the matter. They are already resistant.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6151113Now I'm writing. Let's blow this joint.>>6151212>Calling Horse Face by his first nameHis one weakness... Richard's still coming :^)
Nope, didn't happen. Tomorrow! Here's the final NIGHTMARE instead...
>NIGHTMARES IX You don't dream. It is not in your biology. You were not created to waste time. When you did dream, then— when she slept (finally) and you roused and stood and stretched and checked (compulsively) the instruments, when you walked out and back and resettled and set the on-air sign to off and cracked your neck (vigorously) and worked the plugs, when you settled back to rest, and then, appearing in your mind, were various semi-interactive videolike scenes, you were frightened and repulsed. This is not to say that you didn't recognize them for what they were. Indeed, you were frightened and repulsed because you did. Something was drastically, inarguably, perhaps irreversibly altered in you. You were uncertain even a complete recycling (which is not to say you wanted a complete recycling) could cure it. This was deep and structural.You did however recognize the scenes as 'dreams' as they were occurring, which put you several levels above her, and indeed most of them, as they were mostly blind and deaf and dumb. This was important to remind yourself of. Panic was conducive to exactly nothing. You remained aware and in control even as your conscious perception was stormed and overtaken.In the first scene, you found yourself seated at a large musical instrument. Your hands were on the keys. You took them off, not knowing how to play any instruments, and were greeted with jeering. "C'mon! Play!" "Give us a song!"You looked up at the audience, which was small but horrifically attentive, and down again at the keys. You were aware that the scene was illusory and that refusing would have no true consequence. Marked as you were with an infernal thirst for knowledge, though, you waved down the complaints and laid your fingers again on the instrument. (You were given to think it was a 'piano.') You felt the tug, then, the tide rolling out, the track laid before you, and you smiled and played the piano and sang, clearly and strongly, a light-hearted tune you had never heard. The crowd applauded. You felt compelled to stand and bow, so you did, and your wife came out from the crowd and kissed and embraced you and you held her back, your fingers resting on her spine, her head resting on your cheek, and you felt within yourself a heat and a poisonous weakness. You had felt its kind before, but you could pretend that the previous manifestation was within your interests, that it was professional motivation, that it successfully occluded your intentions, as you intended, as you always intended. And the previous manifestation was warm and glowing, harmless-seeming, which aided the pretense. (1/3)
This? Your wife embraced you, which you understood to be a typical display of close affection, and the warm glow was there, but only at the fringes. Only as radiation off your pulsing-hot core, which (as your wife nestled up to you) flared and emitted chemical-type fumes. These fumes tugged your attention outward and downward. They caused you to tighten your grip. If you were not as aware as you were, it was doubtless you would've been consumed by sensation. Instead, you were consumed by fear and repulsion, and you tore away suddenly."Martin?" your wife said, innocent of her role in things.You looked at her for a moment, then you looked at the half-full glass on a coaster on the piano. You reached for it and swallowed it down and wiped it away and left the piano, the crowd, and your wife.-You did not wake up. In the second scene, it was some time after that. You don't know how you got there, only that you were there, in a darkened room with an unlit fireplace and an empty mantelpiece. A sword had been there.Your old friend Henry was in the room with you. He was standing in the dark. His eyes shone from the sliver of light from the door. "Agent," he greeted you."Figment," you snapped back. "If we're playing that game. You know nothing of me.""I know more than most people, Martin. I'd say more than everybody. You haven't told Clara, have you?"Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
"I never knew you. You know this. You are taunting me. I am not him, and nothing will make me him, not—""Who are you, then?"In that moment, in the dream, you found no answer. Of course you knew. You had a name that was given to you, and you had taken it for yours. But you searched and searched and could find nothing."I thought so," Henry said. He extended the knife, blade toward the floor, and offered its mottled brown handle. "Take this. You'll need it."You took it. You didn't thank him.-Then you had gone down stairs and secret corridors, and in the third scene you were there with the knife in an underground chamber. It was furnished sparsely and in traditional fashion, with braziers and a tattered red drape and a lonely altar, and a groove was cut in the floor for the blood. The place smelled of metal.You heard footsteps on the stair and grimaced, but it was too late already: she pushed the door open. Why hadn't you locked it? She wore a grim dead expression and held nothing.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
You are a former knight. Your name? Well, that’s something you set out to make for yourself. You’ve been chasing rumors of an ancient artifact of unimaginable power, and now, at the end of your lead, you find yourself standing before a dark, dank cave. Will you finally be able to crush all your enemies? Will the princess finally notice you? Will your dad finally start talking to you again, since you did that thing at his birthday that one time? or will this be your last quest?!
>>6148951> Put it in your sack and go about your business.
Put it in your sack and go about your business.It's constant yapping finally breaks the trance it had on you. No dust collecting teapot is going to make a fool out of you! Annoying as it is, maybe it's worth something—lotsa gold, perhaps? Though it might bea bit difficult to sell something that thinks it has rights. Anyways, in the sack in goes, with all your other problems.Now, back to business. What were you doing in this cave again? Oh, right—looking for an Ancient Artifact of Unimaginable Power. Now, where could that be, you wonder? Hmm…
HOW DARE YOU!!!Your sack seems to be upset with you about something!You give the sack a half-hearted pat. “You’ll be fine in there, champ."Alright, so… where would I be if I were a powerful ancient artifact?> Let's go look for Da Chief, maybe he might know something.> Let's just go wondering around this troll infested cave until something turns up.> This is enough adventuring for one day—I'm pooped!> Write-in
>>6151046> This is enough adventuring for one day—I'm pooped!I, uh think we have the artifact. Even if we don't, this cave is about to be pretty dangerous for us. Let's get while the getting's good, sell the lamp, and come back when things have cooled down. Maybe we can convince Mung to be our party-member or lackey, too?
>>6151046>This is enough adventuring for one day—I'm pooped!
To everyone's horror and dismay, you are Nicole Smith. You are a SHIFTer, a human with anomalous abilities who has slowly been mutating more and more over the last few weeks. First it was horns, then it was fur, who knows what's next?Will you even be human once all is said and done?Regardless, this is good in your line of work as a Cleaner, a deniable asset used by massive mega-corporations called the Alphabet Companies and anyone else willing to pay you. Most of your jobs are from your Handler a member of a powerful family who asks you to check up on things or 'clean' up messes for him.All of this is because in the City the massive megacomplex spanning across hundreds of thousands of square miles, being a Cleaner is one of the most efficient ways of making cash if you don't care about your own safety and you can't quite get an actual proper Corporate job. As for how said job is going...You finally finished tracking down a very important briefcase for your Handler and, with little actual struggle, you retrieved it. Thanks to your job well done you have now gained access to him as a very powerful ally in the future.After hanging out at the bar with your friends, you proceeded to meet a bizarre alternate version of yourself who was corroded into an anomaly. A mind fuck and a half later, you met a mysterious CEO who wants to help you but only if you can figure out who he is. Trying to push past everything weird going on you got your newest mission:Harvesting resources from one of I-Corp's most rural, frigid subdistricts.So far your job here has been going well. You headed to a nearby village to get some side work while exploring the rest of the subdistrict. You then proceeded to meet a Graverobber and negotiated information out of them, hunted down a bank vault filled with valuables, and helped an anomaly out hidden inside of a clock tower.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6151188>Even Max and Casey, the youngest out of everyone here, dwarf her in size.I seem to remember Max was actually quite tall. Am I hallucinating?>>6151189>[BENJAMIN ALLY] "I think someone's following us." You don't sense anyone right now but maybe it's best to go along with Benjamin's intuition. Follow after him.>DAEMON IMPLANT: Clover>RECONSTRUCTOR IMPLANT: BENJAMIN
>>6151278You do realize that we will get intercepted by hostiles and lose the initiative by doing this? The hostile is currently stalking and observing us right now; they will not go "the Nicole team moving towards the warehouse. Oh well, let's not set up an ambush or intercept her; take the initiative and have an advantage of fog to help us ambush her in her ways. Already, lad, let's go get some lunch and sit back doing nothing to stop her."
>>6151283I remember Max being a bit tall too
>>6151283>>6151292>I seem to remember Max was actually quite tall. Am I hallucinating?She is. The point of the line was moreso to point out even the youngest girls here (Casey and Max) tower over her by a lot.>>6151258>Why haven’t we given that to Casey? Right now she’s LARPing with a shitty rapier.She's roleplaying as a knight, not a magical girl.SUGAR WAND X is like pic related. Sorta breaks the knight persona when you're holding out a cheap (but anomalously powerful) piece of anime girl plastic slop.If a fight happens of course she's going to switch to that. She's not THAT stupid. She has it in her inventory but just because you have FEDKILLER in your inventory doesn't mean Nicole has it out 24/7.
>>6151196>>6151253>>6151283Read DAEMON IMPLANT AGAIN>spend 1 charge to add +2d3 to any skill check, can spend 2 charges to: Heal a CRIPPLING INJURY, 2 FLESH, or 2 RESTRAINTit would be better for somebody who is out front and liable to take a bunch of either damage
Connecting….Connecting….Connecting….=================Connection established!=================The screen flashes on and a smooth practiced voice travels out.“Good ~ Morning, Salcot! I’m your host, Mike, who is joined today by Deputy Sarah. Today at Half-lid News Network, we have a loaded headline to get through, so let’s go at it.” “Today an official report of vigilantes taking shots at various criminal gangs infesting Darkrock has turned into an all-out war between the two with police getting involved at the scene! Why don’t you tell us more about that Deputy?”A small woman in a police uniform is shown on camera. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6148857+1
>>6148857+1 lmao
>>6148857I'll support this
>>6148874>>6148862>>6148859>>6148857Votes counted, but no update due to thanksgiving. Happy Holidays.
>>6149257appy give thanksing, man
The child stumbles up the worn cracked steps. She drops one - then two - small pieces of hardened flax-bread into your offering bowl, ringing it like a gentle bell."I'm lost..." she whispers, balling her fists in a semblance of prayer. "...please...please..."You wish to tell her that you control naught but the soft noonday breeze and the flow of dew upon bladed grass. You wish to tell her that you are a god of nothing.But your voice vanishes between the tall, rustling trees. It has been a very long time since you last heard a prayer. >[SUNWARD] - Help her look sunward. [-1 FAITH]>[SEAWARD] - Help her look seaward. [-1 FAITH]
Rolled 9, 8 + 1 = 18 (2d12 + 1)>>6151141
Rolled 2, 5 + 1 = 8 (2d12 + 1)>>6151145This has been really cool. The main character god concept is very novel and the addition of a hexcrawl only makes it more fun.
Rolled 2, 7 + 1 = 10 (2d12 + 1)>>6151141Not sure if the first two count so rolling again.>>6151145I’m sure the thread would still be open by then; but no real harm in starting a new one early I suppose.
>>6151145Thanks for running, QM. Was very cozy.
>>6151145Thanks for running QM! The vibes of this quest are immaculate, and I love your writing style.
You are Tristain d’Rusalka, a noble from the United Kingdom of Fodlan born with unique abilities bestowed upon you by the Goddess. You have journeyed across the sea to the desert kingdom of Morfis after receiving an invitation to join a mysterious competition. Though you know little of the trials that lie ahead, the winner of this contest has been promised the hand of Morfis’ Princess, Yulia Xan Phanes, in marriage. Seeking adventures, thrills, and battles that would be worthy of your might, you embarked on this strange voyage with nothing but your trusted axe.You vanquished a group of pirates that attacked your ship, making several new allies: Alvin, a merchant captain and ‘Adjunct’ of the Royal College of Sorcery, May, a stowaway and thief of remarkable skill, and Adeline, a knight from a disgraced noble family. You then arrived in Solis, a port city, where circumstances brought you into confrontations with both the locals as well as other contenders for Yulia’s hand. Your strength saw you through these trials, and you acquired additional allies: Cassius, a Morfisian Sorcerer with an admiration for Fodlan, Elric, a young Fodlan noble with little ability, and Cuthbert, a war veteran and Elric’s bodyguard.After stocking up on supplies and choosing one of two travel routes, you and your party were ready to depart for Morfis, the City of Illusions. In 30 days, the competition would begin in earnest. But for now, you must travel through the desert, facing any perils that may come your way.>Tristain d’Rusalka>Level 24/50 Lord (EXP: 0/100)HP: 51 (120%)Strength: 26 (65%)Magic: 18 (40%)Speed: 14 (30%)Defense: 20 (60%) Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6150906>C): I'm sure your work is good for something, even if I can't say what.Feels slightly more in-character to me? Then again, might not be.
>>6150906>B): After we defeat the Riahi and rescue Alvin, I’ll assist in helping find your research.Well Tristain did learn how to throw his axe with the power of Indech so I'd say it does indeed have some use. Apparently it can do some interesting things with these powers if left to its own devices.
>>6150923You can double with it off one charge with the right amount of SPD, sure.I'd say Morphs and Constructs go pretty hand-in-hand with a few differences. The main one being that we never see a Morph of a still living person in FE7. The other being that Morphs still retained a human appearance and were easily controllable. Nadia's research hasn't quite reached that level just yet.
>>6151109>Dark Lord and the Maiden of LightKino taste, anon.
>>6150906>A): This research of yours is perverse and dangerous. Better it be lost for good.
With the majority of the Seventh Universe united under the banner of the PTO, Emperor Cooler at its head, the universe has known a time of unrivaled peace. But in the shadows threats have been growing, nursing grudges against the PTO and the Saiyan race in particular. And now those threats are rising, stepping out of the shadows to openly challenge the established order. Seeking nothing short of the destruction of New Salda and the extinction of the entire Saiyan race, can you prevent this outcome? Or will the Saiyan race be reduced to nothing more than memories, their heroes nothing more than ink in the pages of the history books?You the players will (most often) control Karn; wielder of the mighty Berserker Soul and hope of the entire PTO, not only the Saiyan race. From his lowly beginnings as a Saiyan Brawler with a sub-3000 powerlevel in Age 733, only a few years into his time as a member of the PTO, he has grown in power and skill, overcoming the world-ending threats that have come for the Saiyans to become the strongest Saiyan of his time at AGE 758. From the massive Covenant empire to demonic incursions, mad cultists to vengeful gods, none have been strong or clever enough to put down Karn for good. But will one man's power be enough to protect everyone from the rising threats? Or will death come from those who you least expect it from? Your choices may mean the difference between survival and extinction, so choose carefully.Character sheets and other info: https://controlc.com/46ec566dhttps://pastebin.com/u/GrandDragonQMArchive:http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Saiyan+Conqueror+QuestHelp fund quest art commissions and get exclusive side stories as well as artwork by joining the patreon for only $1/month at https://www.patreon.com/GrandDragonQMQuest rules are as follows(unless otherwise noted):>30 minute vote times>Pick ONLY ONE option when votingComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6142363Yeah I think they call that autism.
>>6142389I do not think it is possible to call autism. It does not have a phone.
>>6142361Why I didn't even watch, sad. But, as we all know...>>6142362Depends on the training and the complexity of what you're listening to. But generally Karn's trainings are either very intense or are heavy meditation, requiring absolute focus to reign in the Berserker Soul.
SOON
It begins! >>6142505
What the name implies. I'm trying to get over some GMing nerves and figured, what the heck? Why not a quest. Most of these don't make it past chargen so I'll keep it simple: pick a feat, a race, a background, a class, and (optionally) pitch some backstory. I'm completely down for homebrew and I'll use 5e because basic.
Rolled 7, 8 = 15 (2d8)>>6136414get poisoned idiot
Rolled 3 + 4 (1d4 + 4)>>6136412oh and also this roll
Sharmk is dead >:^)
>>6136664>>6136668The thrashing of the shark stills, its black eyes relax, you feel the beat of its heart stop as your poison takes effect, you untangle yourself from your prey and undulate your coils to push to the surface, lungs aching for air as your barbarian rage dies down, satisfied with the death of the shark.As you reach the surface you see the crew of the ship watching with anxious or interested eyes. "THERE! See! See there! Throw the poor bastard a rope!""He's bleeding!""Sure that's not from-?"The shark bobs lifelessly next to you, drawing gasps and a pistol shot. But when they realise it's dead there are sudden cheers, laughter and, yes, a rope thrown to you. The captain leans over the rail and grins."Let's negotiate~"Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
it's something we're already good at, we get to see the world, and the crew can still kill us if we say no. it's no contest. we take the job but watch our backs.>Take her hand and shake it, carefully. "Looks like you've got yourselves a hunter."
It's Friday night. You've got two ice-cold six-packs of spicebrew perspiring on the left side of your shirt. This weekend will be the same as every other weekend. Getting blackout drunk. Alone. In a one-room apartment in the shadiest corner of Coruscant. This is your life. It's just what you deserve."If you're having a party, I could come back later." A man emerges from the shadows of the disorientingly long hallway. He has on plain clothes but the rank badge below his left shoulder marks him as an Imperial officer. For a moment you think you're in trouble, but there's far too many rank tiles to bother with a lowly bureaucrat like yourself. "What do you want?" you ask."To talk. In private. If you're expecting company..." He nods pointedly to the cans of spicebrew.>"Piss off.">"Why not? Misery loves company.">"If this is about the Lera incident, I had nothing do with that.">Write-in
Bro please come back the 15 min captcha wait is gone..
>>6147217Thanks for getting my hopes up for nothing
>>6147229Jesus Christ. that's indeed bad.
>>6147229To be honest, I've been keeping the same tab open and using the same Wi-Fi, but it might be horrible if you have dynamic IP. But considering you have the same ID, maybe just keep a tab open?
try this: click "get captcha" first and then start typing up your update. I figure the 900 seconds should pass by while you're busy typing it out and revising it
For centuries, in the cradle of civilization, the faith of man has been rocked back and forth like the salty tides of the Red Sea.Once the Gods of the Old Age allowed themselves to be conquered by modern kings, mankind found itself without purpose or direction. Soon, mankind realized they were yearning for supernatural intervention.Minor Gods arose from man's abundant faith and began to learn to enforce their divine will as belief in them grew. In their nascent state, the Gods do not yet have the power to directly speak or show themselves to mankind, yet they still find ways to lead new believers to their Domain and Commandments. Which Gods will be elevated into the Pantheon of this New Age?In this quest, each player takes on the role of a God, and attempts to expand their supernatural reach. Players can join at any time!Create your God!>Name >Domain >Appearance >Commandments
It appears our QM still hasn't come back. Everything good OP? You can tell us if this is too much to run
RIP
>>6147312I thank you for inviting me. I might join if you make a thread here, but with a gimmick that makes the lack of discord appropriate.It seems like the curse got our QM, such is the way. No more intermission, I am working on making my own quest...
>>6151396You could probably make this in ss13's tileset...
>>6151396Well there definitely needs to be some sort of external medium, and discord is just the more convenient one so alas, a lack of discord means you'll be heavily disadvantaged compared to everybody else, due to how I'll be handling actions. Not like it's ready immediately though
Cizilivacionn therd, pink race and locate .
>>6136812>>Start a new civiliatizfno thera.
chose race car driver and location
>>6136872Skaven Necropolis
water elemental, volcano
So clever and witty.
The Town of Mulekick. A bustling mountain town touting clean air, unpolluted rivers, and untouched forests. Shortly after your parents died, you moved here from the city for cheaper, simpler living.One day while hiking alone on a popular trail behind your apartment, you catch a glimpse of a weird insect you've never seen before. You follow it off the path, and dirt turns to grass, and grass turns to brush. The beetle is many different shades of green, and seems fuzzy or even glowing. You jump over a pile of thin, fallen branches and trees stacked on top of larger logs, not paying attention to where you wander. The path is easy enough, as long as you watch your step. The bug gets tired of you tailing him, and flitters off straight up into the sky. You watch it ascend until it's a little dot. When you look at your surroundings, you find yourself coming upon a clearing that leads to a rock face. A small cave covered in dead, dry moss, with an entrance you have to hunch to enter, taunts you with a piercing whistle. You look around, alone. You can't be more than ten minutes back to the trail. The sky is getting darker. Hunching down, you shine your flashlight into the cave, revealing that the cave gets big enough to stand in just a few feet deeper, and the moss gives way to stone and weeds. Intrigued, you decide you'll just check it out for a minute, and turn right back. You take a deep breath and enter the cave. Then, you forget.
>>6135096>Thank Gertrude and assure her you're alright, corral her back inside and tell her you should've known better than to go back to the Express Wok downtown. "I heard they use rat meat," Gertrude adds.
QM?
>>6136235HN0Gr7hC?
>>6136283When are we continuing?
The radio whirs. A blur of signal messages appears on the radar screen. It looks like a seizing smile. You feel the warmth of the cannon's bracket mount rubbing against your leather boots. The air smells of gun oil. You lower your goggles and peer out over the horizon. A purple mountain lurches in the distance. You know that's where battle station omega is, but you can't see the cannons from here. You bite your lip expectingly. Hoping to see the yellow flash of combat. The signs of struggle are for you the only sign anyone else is alive. But no thunder cracks the sky. All is quiet for now. Maybe you should radio command just to free yourself from isolation.
*laminated desk
EVENT!!! A sharp crack echoes from your radar equipment like a log exploding on a fire. You narrow your eyes as red dots sing onto the scanner. Suddenly the yellow haze of the skyline is broken by shimmering steel. You grit your teeth. Wasps inbound.
These alien life forms are pejoratively referred to as wasps. They resemble two plates slapped on top of each other separated by a large spinning metal blade. Reminiscent of drones from 21st-century warfare, these flying buzz saws rain death on the battlefield, self-destructing when in range of a target. They are the only enemy "personnel" seen thus far in the war.
Yellow clouds appear on the horizon. You hear the roar of cannon fire. Mushroom clouds puff up on the horizon. They look like sand devils or whisps of smoke, from a slow-building forest fire forming explosive lines in the distance. Row after row of these sand columns pop up, as the battle stations fire off.
>>6136277>Now this looks like our job. Do we wait for radio commands or do we have pre-sighted coordinates for the wasps to reach before we turn that specific spot into an even deeper crater. I'm assuming that this gun wasn't built to be pretty, and with Wasps being the only thing attacking us, are probably meant to be used against them, but maybe I'm wrong and this isn't actually our job. If that's the case, I guess it's time to get some work done on that shawl!
Previous thread is at the bottom of the catalog and OP will not return in time.I'm rolling the game back to round 32 just in case ROUND 32 >EV 15 vs. Ayys 21, Hobbits 22; Ayys +3, Hobbits +25>YM 15, PC 10 vs PG 35, Pine Gap +25, Cannibals +10> Emus 5THERE'S STILL TIME TO JOIN IF YOU'RE NEWCLAIM A COLOR AND A TERRITORY type "dice+1d9999" in Options to roll the dice
Rolled 2258 (1d9999)>>6148444Also my roll. Just defense for now.
Rolled 4981 (1d9999)>>6148444Munch, Munch, Munch
Rolled 667 (1d1000)>>6148444Rush 3 tiles down to the border with the green people and absorb the club of abnormal cucknomena, DO NOT fuck with the birds.
>>6148459I cant lend you my roll this turn but i sincerely wish you the west in wiping that poo stain from the map
>>6148444ROUND 39
You dismounted from Scar with a little effort, turning to help the diminuitive maid who'd joined you down in turn. She probably could have gotten down on her own, but you'd be lying if you said your prior conversation hadn't left you more aware of her. There were too many implications for you to unpack right now, though... 'When you got time' was what you wanted to say, but the thought alone elicited a bitter chuckle.While you had Asche firmly in hand, you took the opportunity to question her earlier reluctance. "Asche, be honest with me. If you and Maran seriously come into conflict, will you be okay?"Silent guilt shadowed her carefully neutral features. Your grip on her shoulders tightened, firmly holding her in place. She was going to answer before either of you left this spot, and you'd stare the ashamed maid down until she did. "Mutual suppression is safe." She explained with a small voice. "To break her... Likely also mutual.""..." You sigh, flopping a hand over Asche's head to ruffle her hair, much to her distress. By the time you'd worked out your irritation with the little maid, it would take her several minutes to try and right it all again - A task she reluctantly set about trying to do immediately.While it felt heartless, you genuinely did not have the time to comfort Asche the way she probably needed; You couldn't even begin to guess at what had gotten so twisted up in her heart and mind over this past year as to leave her in the state she was in... For now, you resolved yourself to keep an eye on her. Having appropriately scolded her, you left the maid to make herself presentable and turned your attention towards the pair of Resuri guards who'd kept a watchful eye on you since you arrived atop Scar. You couldn't recall if they were ones you had met the night prior when dropping off the drugged mayor. Did it matter? Probably not. That was sometime ago, though, so shifts had to have changed by now..."Ser Valen." One guard nodded as you approached, his companion standing straighter at attention. "Welcome back. Please head inside, the meeting won't start for a little while longer."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6145105 52>>6145141 15>>6145180 84No reactions? Just dice? ... Aight!>>6145419Desire to remove bracelet is officially our only vote!I'll call the window here and get to work on the update this saturday!
>>6145997>No reactions?I was very confused by this until I went back and saw there actually was a ">?" promptWell, it is what it is
I didn't notice the prompt either. Bros... we're cooked
I didn't realize thanksgiving was so close! I might get an update out before it, but it's safe to assume between cooking prep and such that we won't be back on track until after it's over.Hope everyone eats well and enjoys themself!
>>6148517Show us pictures of that food
