You are a magic sword.Long have you slumbered in enchanted sleep within these barrows, until this lesser creature dared to put his hand upon your grip. You sundered his mind and took possession of his frail, knobby body. A kobolin, called 'goblin' in the common tongue. It is much too weak to draw out your powers. It has barely the strength to swing you. But it can walk, can see, can smell and hear. And that will do, for now.It is time again to renew your eternal quest: to seek your true wielder, the union for which you were forged.>Chaotic: The blade itself incites to deeds of violence. You increase your powers by slaying creatures of power and authority, and seek the hand which shows no mercy.>Neutral: The blade is only a means to an end. You increase your powers by amassing wealth and status, and seek the hand which takes and does not open.>Lawful: The bright blade is not loved for its sharpness, only for that which it defends. You increase your powers by enforcing order and protecting the innocent, and the seek the hand that undoes the wicked.
>>5953877>Lawfulthe wicked shall fear the righteous
>>5953877>>Chaotic: The blade itself incites to deeds of violence. You increase your powers by slaying creatures of power and authority, and seek the hand which shows no mercy.
>>5953877>Chaotic: The blade itself incites to deeds of violence. You increase your powers by slaying creatures of power and authority, and seek the hand which shows no mercy.This seems like a fun quest.
>>5953877>Neutral: The blade is only a means to an end. You increase your powers by amassing wealth and status, and seek the hand which takes and does not open.
>>5953877>>Neutral: The blade is only a means to an end. You increase your powers by amassing wealth and status, and seek the hand which takes and does not open.
>>5953877>NEUTRALSEEK FORTH IN GLORY AND STRIFE
>>5953877>>Lawful: The bright blade is not loved for its sharpness, only for that which it defends. You increase your powers by enforcing order and protecting the innocent, and the seek the hand that undoes the wicked.
>>5953877>Lawful: The bright blade is not loved for its sharpness, only for that which it defends. You increase your powers by enforcing order and protecting the innocent, and the seek the hand that undoes the wicked.Swords are heroic okey? Lets go create a paladin
>>5953877>Chaotic: The blade itself incites to deeds of violence. You increase your powers by slaying creatures of power and authority, and seek the hand which shows no mercy.BLACK BLADE! Elric, here we come.
>>5953877>Lawful: The bright blade is not loved for its sharpness, only for that which it defends. You increase your powers by enforcing order and protecting the innocent, and the seek the hand that undoes the wicked.
>>5953877>Lawful
>>5953880>>5953882>>5953887>>5953889>>5953916>>5953919>>5953934>>5953951>>5953985>>5953990>>5954018Looks like Lawful wins it. Let evil beware.Writing.
Your memory of this tomb is foggy. Its stone walls stand entirely conquered by lichen and moss, the scent of which mingles with the damp stone and the oppressive stench of decay. A distant water drip echoes in the darkness. You appear to be alone. A tattered tunic, soiled with dark stains, covers your body. New urges assail you from within: hunger, cold, and thirst--demands unfamiliar to steel. You put them aside. There is something you are forgetting. Something important... A curse.You turn just in time to meet the wekt, newly risen from the tomb in which he was interred. Skin and muscle have long since eroded, leaving nothing but grey bone. Two wells of bluish light shine out from its sockets, seeking the intruder it has been geased to punish.Though the wekt is a only shadow of the man it once was, it is far beyond the capabilities of this puny goblin. As much as it cuts your pride, you must flee. You attempt to do just that and fall back, tripping on something warm and soft beneath your feet. The wekt climbs out of its crypt, its clicking fingers reaching out dumbly to steal your breath. Should it touch your blade, it will siphon your magic. You scramble backwards on your hands and feet, and the thing beneath you groans.It appears to be another goblin, still breathing thought its head is soaked in blood. >What do you do?>Try and save the goblin at risk to yourself, you were forged to protect, after all.>Abandon the goblin and flee the chamber, the wekt cannot follow beyond its domain>Drive your point to the neck of the goblin, a last mercy, for to be drained by a wekt lies a fate worse than death.>Write-in
>>5954109>Drive your point to the neck of the goblin, a last mercy, for to be drained by a wekt lies a fate worse than deathLet’s be “ruthless good” and not lawful stupid, please
>>5954109>Try and save the goblin at risk to yourself, you were forged to protect, after all.Stupid, but we might make an ally.
>>5954109>Drive your point to the neck of the goblin, a last mercy, for to be drained by a wekt lies a fate worse than death.
>>5954109>>Drive your point to the neck of the goblin, a last mercy, for to be drained by a wekt lies a fate worse than death.
>>5954109>Drive your point to the neck of the goblin, a last mercy, for to be drained by a wekt lies a fate worse than death.If we're going lawful, I want to be Judge Dredd sword.
>>5954109>Try and save the goblin at risk to yourself, you were forged to protect, after all.
>>5954109>>Try and save the goblin at risk to yourself, you were forged to protect, after all.
>>5954109>Drive your point to the neck of the goblin, a last mercy, for to be drained by a wekt lies a fate worse than death.Give mercy to the worthless cretin.
>>5954130>>5954143>>5954145>>5954158>>5954173>>5954174>>5954229>>5954247>>5954277>>5954378"""Mercy""" wins. Writing.
You hesitate. Just as the wekt is compelled to observe certain vows, you have obligations of your own and they demand that you do something about this pathetic creature bleeding at your feet. Your decision is swift and final. You press your point into the nape of its neck and thrust. It is with the greatest astonishment that you find yourself gripped again by a filthy goblin hand, this time at the blade, mere inches before it could penetrate. You try and free yourself, but the grip tightens. The goblin is not as near to death as you had imagined, and seems intent on taking you with him if he is to die. "Release me, cretin!" you say, but it is the language of your ancient makers, incomprehensible to his lesser kind. Meanwhile, the wekt has found his legs and is beginning to advance. It has no weapon on hand, but there is no weapon you can fear more than its touch. You try once more to wrest yourself from the goblin's fist, only to be gripped a second time by his other hand. Enough! Putting your foot on his stomach, you do not pull away, but rather thrust your point into his chest. He convulses as black blood spills out of his mouth and nose. You quickly unstick yourself but lose your balance--you are simply too heavy for your feeble goblin's strength--and as you go flying upward, as if readying an overhead swing, you are caught by the wekt. The touch is brief, for the wekt is surprised by the sudden appearance of a half-dozen more goblins, one of which has dared to throw a stone at its head, but it is enough to drain you of a great deal of your powers. Not enough to relinquish your possession, but enough that a second possession will be impossible--at least, without a full day's respite. Still, you are free again. You bound across the flagstones before the crypt to join the goblins at the arched entrance. Seeing the wekt follow, they flee in turn, as fast as their little legs can carry them. One of them trips and falls and is left behind. When you pause to grab him, another goblin, with long cropped ears, pulls on your arm and urges you onward. You watch as the wekt picks up the poor fellow by his neck and a silvery smoke passes from the goblin's mouth into the wekt's blue hollows. When at last the goblin is thrown away, its body is no more than a husk, twisted and dry like the dead leaves of autumn.The goblins pick up their pace after that, but soon they come to a fork in the path. The goblins are going left, having come in that way, But the long-eared goblin who pulled you along earlier is slinking toward the right, perhaps to escape by a secret passage known to him alone. He gestures for you to follow.>What do you do?>Go with the bigger party, there's safety in numbers, and you trust a goblin about as far as you can throw them.>Go with the long-eared goblin, the wekt is more likely to follow the crowd with all the noise they're making>Don't go with either of them, find somewhere to hide and then wait.>Write-in
>>5954680>Go with the long-eared goblin, the wekt is more likely to follow the crowd with all the noise they're making
>>5954680>Go with the long-eared goblin, the wekt is more likely to follow the crowd with all the noise they're makingI can't believe that gob resisted our mercy. It's almost as if it didn't want to die. Ungrateful little green shit.
>>5954680>Go with the long-eared goblin, the wekt is more likely to follow the crowd with all the noise they're makingwe gotta ditch this body.
>>5954680>Don't go with either of them, find somewhere to hide and then wait.
>>5954680>>Go with the bigger party, there's safety in numbers, and you trust a goblin about as far as you can throw them.
