Prologue.====You are Nathan Drake. An ordinary person. Ordinary looks, ordinary life. At least, you think so, because you can’t remember.No, not that Nathan Drake from the video games. You’re from Earth, so you know the reference.You can’t remember anything else. As you open your eyes, you find yourself lying on the grass. You’re in the middle of a forest. The sun mercilessly shines over your face, prompting you to get up. It must be around midday.How unlucky. You can’t remember anything, and you don’t know where you are.Where are you? You look around. Tall aspens with white bark and golden leaves tower over you. And though the sky still looks like it’s summertime, you wager it must be fall, since the leaves have already turned.You feel thirsty. Instinctively, you get up and start walking. One direction leads deeper into the woods. The other, towards a clearing. A way out of the forest, heading into an open area. As you’re still a bit disoriented, you can’t be sure of your location.You start looking yourself over. You’re wearing a pair of jeans, sneakers and a shirt. Nothing out of the ordinary. An odd thing occurs to you however… but before you can figure out exactly what it is, a voice interrupts you.“Hey you!”======The following quest is a work of fiction. Any and all similarities to characters, groups or entities in real life are purely *laughs* coincidental.====Rules==This will be a lighthearted Quest inspired by video games/movies, and classic choose-your-own adventure novels…Note: The quest may move rapidly at the beginning, and during certain times. However, I’ll give major events and choices at least half a day to a day or so, so everyone can throw their vote in.RNG will be kept to a minimum. Players need only to worry about a few things. One mechanic is Luck. Sometimes, the players will be given choices to either test their luck in a given situation or not. You will learn more about this eventually. The choice with the most support is taken.Some events have an opportunity for write-ins. The write-in with the most support is taken.Some events with write-ins, players can write their own dialogue ideas (asking questions, actions, observations, reactions.)Warning: May contain violence, explicit language, suggestive themes.Enjoy.====
>>6169626====“Hey you!”You turn your head around. A girl with dyed pink hair stands looking at you from the edge of the path. She begins to walk towards you - allowing you to get a good look at her face. She had a young appearance and big green eyes. She’s wearing what looks to be like cosplay. Some kind of uniform with lots of tassels and buttons; a dark blue jacket with epaulettes, that vaguely resembles a British royal guard’s, or something. What a strange choice for hair color… When she spoke again, her voice was softer, like a highschool student’s.“Where did you come from?” She asked demandingly.>TRUTH. You tell her you don’t know, and that you’re from Earth.>LIE. You say that you’re just lost and avoid the question.>IGNORE. You don’t answer her and instead start walking out of the forest. >ASK. You don’t answer her and ask a question first. Who is she?
>>6169628>TRUTH. You tell her you don’t know, and that you’re from Earth.First impressions are everything.
>>6169628>TRUTH. You tell her you don’t know, and that you’re from Earth.>Ask a question in exchange. Where the crap are you.
>>6169628>TRUTH. You tell her you don’t know, and that you’re from Earth.
>>6169628====You tell the truth. That you don’t know how you got here.“Huh… That’s weird.”You tell her that you’re from Earth.This time, after a few moments the girl began to smile. The stern, demanding expression on her face from earlier disappeared. She suddenly stepped up to you.“Oh, now it makes sense! Of course you wouldn’t know where you are, because you aren’t from this world!”She laughed a bit then crossed her arms. Then she said something quite unbelievable:“I summoned you.”A wave of surprise flows into your head. What’s this girl talking about? Summoned? However, for some reason, it doesn’t shock you or leave you wallowing in disbelief for more than a minute. It may be that you’re still disoriented, or the fact that you have no recollection or memory of your past. All you know is that you’re here, and you’re not sure where ‘here’ is.“Don’t think too much,” she interrupted. “Follow me back to the city.~”You start asking more questions. Why should you follow her? What’s going on? This girl, who couldn’t be older than eighteen or so, was bossing you around already. But it made some sense: She seemed to know where she’s going. She must know this world - she was even leading you “back to the city” already.She spun around to look at you again. You detected her eyebrows twitch for a split-second, before she smiled. She must be annoyed by all your questions, but anyone in your situation wouldn’t be able to help asking questions. She understood that.“You’re asking, why should you follow me? Isn’t it obvious?” She said, “I summoned you. That’s why.”In the tavern, she sat across from you in the booth. After she had brought you to the ‘city’, she purchased a drink and a meal for you at a clean little tavern with polished wood floors and leather-cushioned booths. Amazingly, the people you see here are all dressed strangely as well! There’s no ignoring it anymore: the people eating, chatting and drinking in the tavern all looked straight out of some medieval era. It’s like walking into a set for the Narnia film… There was indeed a city once you had left the forest. You had come out atop a hill, and across a vast green plain criss-crossed with farmland and grazing fields, you saw its glimmering silhouette on the horizon. You must’ve walked a mile or so following her. However, this tavern was only at the outskirts - the city itself is still a few miles away.…
>>6169669…It’s at this moment you realized what was so odd about earlier. When you checked yourself over again, you discovered:>You are younger now. Your body has mysteriously become younger. You’re in your early twenties again. Looking at your reflection in the window beside your seat confirms it. Being younger might explain why you can’t remember much about your past, or your lack of experience, or something… At least you feel like a normal young man.>You are still the same age. You’re in your mid-thirties, and looking at your reflection in the window beside your seat confirms it. It felt odd earlier because you’ve forgotten. This doesn’t explain why you can’t remember much about your past, though you’re old enough to know not to make dumb decisions. Most importantly, you feel like a normal man.She observes you quietly as you finish your plate.“Are you a warrior? A mage? What are you?” She asked. After a second pretended to look embarrassed and shook her head. “Sorry for asking all of a sudden, mister… Nathan. It’s just that I’d like to know more about the person I’ve summoned. You see, I need your help. Tomorrow, I need you to help me with something…”You still don’t know this girl. You’ve told her your name, but she hasn’t told you hers. When you ask about this, she seems stunned. “Oh, right! I apologize.”“My name is Eléonore Françoise Le Germaine de la Molière. I am a Fire Witch. You may call me Lady Molière.~”She gets up and does a little curtsy too. Funny, you think. She has an inordinately long name, and a haughtiness that expects you to bow to her. If you hadn’t known better, you’d be like the other people in the tavern, who all cowered in the presence of this young lady. “Look, I summoned you because I need your help. Tomorrow, I have to retrieve this amulet from a dungeon.” She says, finally laying it out for you. “It’s better if we work together now; I can get you a sword, a wand, equipment, whatever you need so that we can get ready tomorrow. So? Who are you, really, mister Nathan Drake?”You aren’t from this world. You knew better than to overreact. For the first time in your life, it occurs that your mind is at its clearest. A calm sense steadies you, and you neither smile nor gasp. You intelligently assess your situation.>TRUTH. Tell her you’re just a regular everyday normal guy.>LIE. Since she might ask you to prove it if you claimed to be a ‘mage’, you tell her you’re a skilled warrior.>ASK MORE. At the risk of annoying her further, you ask more questions. What’s a Fire Witch, why she summoned you, and why shouldn’t you just leave her. >LEAVE. Attempt to leave the tavern and her, and go to the city alone.>WRITE-IN. Ask her something else, or perform other actions… (be very clever, observant or creative with your write-ins. Sometimes there are other ways around in the story)
>>6169674>You are still the same age. You’re in your mid-thirties, and looking at your reflection in the window beside your seat confirms it. It felt odd earlier because you’ve forgotten. This doesn’t explain why you can’t remember much about your past, though you’re old enough to know not to make dumb decisions. Most importantly, you feel like a normal man.Old man adventures!>TRUTH. Tell her you’re just a regular everyday normal guy.>ASK MORE. At the risk of annoying her further, you ask more questions. What’s a Fire Witch, why she summoned you, and why shouldn’t you just leave her.>WRITE-IN: "Do people summoned to this world gain some special abilities or something like that? Sorry, I'm still coming to terms what the hell is happening?!I have no fear of annoying her, it's her ass that summoned us, if what she says is true at all. We are owed some answers.
>>6169674>You are still the same age. You’re in your mid-thirties, and looking at your reflection in the window beside your seat confirms it. It felt odd earlier because you’ve forgotten. This doesn’t explain why you can’t remember much about your past, though you’re old enough to know not to make dumb decisions. Most importantly, you feel like a normal man.Early twenties means muscle strength and reaction time at it's peak, but oji-san isekai sounds more fun>ASK MORE. At the risk of annoying her further, you ask more questions. What’s a Fire Witch, why she summoned you, and why shouldn’t you just leave her.She summoned someone in the first place because she needs help, she can take some annoyance.>WRITE-IN: "Do people summoned to this world gain some special abilities or something like that? Sorry, I'm still coming to terms what the hell is happening?!good one anon >>6169680
>>6169674====Eléonore Françoise Le Germaine de la Molière. That’s the Fire Witch’s name.She’s bold for insisting upon you like this. You’re an adult man with no reason to care at all. But Eléonore apparently summoned you.“Is this a joke?” You say. “Do people summoned to this world gain some special abilities or something like that? Sorry, I'm still coming to terms with what the hell is happening.”Eléonore flinched at your voice. She frowned.“Do you feel anything different?”No, you say.“Do you think you can channel Arka from your body?”No, you don’t think so. After talking, she realizes you have no magical abilities at all. You don’t know what ‘Arka’ is. Must be some parody of Qi or mana in this world.“Sigh… This world is named ‘Harahel’. It is the name of our Goddess. She created the whole realm. You’re here for a reason, don’t you think?”Eléonore produced a glowing flame from the tip of her index finger. She boredly played with it while you processed things.“I’m a member of the Order of Fire Witches. I have a talent for manipulating elements. You’re not the first person from Earth who ended up here in Harahel, and you won’t be the last. There are more people just like you.”A dumb boy with knowledge of how fantasies like Harry Potter works would leave it at that and eagerly buy whatever Eléonore’s selling. But you’re old and wise enough to be cautious.“You’re here because you must have an exceptional talent or ability of some kind. It’s impossible for you to be just ‘a regular everyday normal guy’.” She said impatiently.Maybe you’re unable to see if you can shoot fireballs out of your hands right now, but you’re unconvinced. It’s foolish and impudent to go with what Eléonore is asking of you when you’ve only just met.“This is the Encore Region. We’re in the province of Navia, in the Principality of Greyweul. In this kingdom, there are adventurers. They explore dungeons and wildlands, perform errands and quests from guilds. They do all kinds of things. Yes, dragons and wizards are real. Yes, there is a God - more than one. Need I go on?”She takes you to the bulletin in the tavern where an old world map is tacked on. The world you’re in now looks nothing like a map of Earth. Harahel looked like one supermassive pangea surrounded by an ocean. Least according to this map.Finally, you ask why should you help her.“Ah-h-h… You’re quite ungrateful, you know?” Eléonore pouted. “I fed you… and I summoned you! Do you have any idea how much Arka a summoning ritual takes? I’m too weak to go anywhere by myself! And besides, you and I… we’re meant to stay together and go on adventures…”Eléonore sighed. She looked down at her feet. “Please? Tomorrow’s my last chance at getting that amulet from the dungeon.”You eventually give in and agree to help her.…
>>6169757…You both stay the night at the tavern. Eléonore paid for two separate rooms, one for you. Since you couldn’t sleep, you snuck downstairs after some time to look at the map again.The female barkeeper is quietly wiping down the countertop. She looked at you warmly as you perused the bulletin.After a while, you deduce that Greyweul is just one of the many countries in this part or region of the world. Greyweul is practically on the top of the map, as ‘Encore Region’ is located here, far up northwest from the rest of the continent. Its capital city is named ‘Beowulf’. Right now you’re in Navia, in the southwestern most part of this country.“You look new here, adventurer. I hope you’ll come by again, you and your girlfriend.”You couldn’t help but laugh. The witch isn’t your girlfriend. Having studied the map, you yawn sleepily.“I see! Well, it seems like the two of you are off to a quest tomorrow. Good luck mister…”You tell her your name.“Mister Nathan Drake… It’s a pleasure meeting you. I’m Laurent.”The barkeeper, Laurent, smiled politely. You’ll remember to visit this tavern again indeed.Satisfied, you return to your room and quickly fall asleep.…True to her word, Eléonore takes you to fetch supplies for the mission you’re going to help her with today. She purchases an iron sword and a sturdy wooden shield for you, and orders you to change into a set of light plate armour.You look like a cosplayer now too. The armour is real however, and leaves you thinking just what kind of thing you’re getting yourself into.You think of the video games you remember playing. If the dungeon she’s talking about is anything like in the games you’ve played, then you can expect to do some fighting.“This won’t take long. We just have to walk in there, get the amulet, then leave.”Eléonore leads you back up the same road you’ve followed yesterday. After a mile, you’re back at the golden aspen forest. A short search within the woods soon reveals what you’ve missed yesterday: there was a cave opening on the side of the hill, not far from the grove you’ve woken up in.“Come on! There shouldn't be anything more than rats here!” She said, leading the way. She recites a magic spell and illuminates the cave with orbs of fire.>HESITATE. Don't go in yet. Ask Eléonore again if she’s sure there aren’t any traps or monsters to worry about.>GO IN. You’ve thought enough. The time to focus and go in is now. Trusting her, you grip your sword and shield tightly and go in after her.>WRITE-IN.
>>6169759>WRITE-IN: "Hey, wouldn't it be a smart idea to smoke out whatever that lives in the cave first and then hit it when it comes out? You have fire powers, you can start a small fire."We're not dumb, we're not charging in there with no strategy.
>>6169766+1>>6169759
>>6169759>>GO IN. You’ve thought enough. The time to focus and go in is now. Trusting her, you grip your sword and shield tightly and go in after her.
>>6169759===="Hey, wouldn't it be a smart idea to smoke out whatever that lives in the cave first and then hit it when it comes out? You have fire powers, you can start a small fire," You said.Eléonore said angrily, “nobody lives in there! Yesterday, a party cleared this place already, but they were too dumb to bring a map of the antechamber. The only thing left to do is to get the amulet!”You realize Eléonore never said why she needed this amulet. She moved in before you could ask more questions.There are no monsters or traps. The dungeon was barren. Even your witch companion is surprised. Other people must’ve been here already as Eléonore had said, though you don’t see any tracks.Less than fifteen minutes later, you’ve navigated through the dusty corridors, empty rooms and crumbling staircases of the dungeon and reached what felt like the end of a very long corridor. You and Eléonore are now in an antechamber. The ceiling has small holes from where rays of sunlight from the surface come through. You locate a sunlit pedestal in the centre of the room.The thing you and the witch were seeking is on it.This ‘amulet’ turned out to be a chalice of some kind. It’s made of copper, and was green from the tarnishing of time.“There it is.”What is it? You ask her.“It’s a magical artifact. It’s what I’m looking for.”Ignoring you, she starts moving towards it. You follow her quickly. Eléonore took the chalice from the pedestal. Soon after she did that, the entire dungeon began to shudder. You’ve triggered a trap of some kind.The two of you must leave at once! You narrowly avoided a piece of falling rock which missed your ears. Eleonore spun around, pointing up.“Watch out!” She screams.It’s too late. A large piece of debris falls on you and you black out. When you open your eyes again, you find your lower body trapped under a beam of stone. The entire dungeon continues to quake.“You alright?”Eléonore is standing over you. She doesn’t smile.You’ve broken your leg. Your head is bleeding and you’ve lost the sword.“I see,” Eleonore said.You try to get up, but you can’t. A terrible pain sent you back down.“This dungeon’s about to collapse,” she said.Help me up, you say to her.“Huh?” She stared at you. That sick smile of hers returned. “Haa… Why should I? You wouldn’t be able to walk out of here anyways with that broken leg.”At this point, you realize you’ve been betrayed. Your guts were right in suspecting something wrong about Eléonore. Right from the start, she had no intention of caring about you. You watch as Eléonore turns and walks away. Large fragments of stone ceiling began to fall, allowing rays of sunlight to breach the darkness. As the dungeon collapses with you in it, you curse your luck - and yourself for trusting that bitch! - before your vision dissolves into darkness, and you are buried alive.…
>>6169986…“What the hell!… Can you hear me?...”After an unknown amount of time has passed, you awaken to the sound of digging. Someone was talking above you. A few more seconds pass. A large piece of debris was lifted off you. Sunlight instantly blinded your eyes.“Oi. You’re still alive!”The stranger persisted. She continued to pull rock and debris off you, until you could breathe properly again. You groaned, feeling the agony of your shattered leg.“Hoh… you’re torn up pretty bad, old man! What were you doing risking your life in some stupid, empty tier-one dungeon?” She crouched over you, blocking the sun. She rifled through a satchel and brought the glass lips of a potion bottle to your mouth.…Pepsi?“Sorry, I don’t have any health potions with me. Don’t worry, I’ll get you out of here alive.”Your vision slowly cleared, letting you see who your rescuer is. It’s another woman. She had extremely blue eyes. She glanced up at you as you watched her. Suddenly, an amazing wave of pain shot up your body, prompting you to cry. The young woman had cut open your pant leg, assessed your limb, then tied off your right leg above the knee with a tourniquet. She finished tying the knot as she spoke again:“Your tibia and fibula are both shattered. You’re lucky that stone pillar kept you from bleeding out. You’ve been out cold for possibly three hours. Let’s get you out of here. My witch friend can patch you up and prevent that wound from getting infected- hey, hey! Don’t struggle! What’s the matter with you?” Just hearing the mention of ‘witch’ made you apprehensive. You don’t say anything. As she helps you up and shoulders your arm, she asks again what happened to you.It was a witch who left you for dead here, you say.“Tsk, tsk.” She clicked her tongue in dismay. “Greyweul witches are all crazy! Never trust any of them.”You pass out again.==End of Prologue.==
>>6169987======Part 1: Greyweul Witches Are All Crazy!==“...he’s fine. He won’t walk for a while but he’ll be alright. Hopefully we can get a healer witch to check on him.”A tall green-eyed brunette stood next to your bed. You’re in a small home, no longer in the ruins of the dungeon. Your right leg is in a cast. Birds noisily sang outside the window.Someone walked into the room. Your eyes widened in shock as a pink-haired woman approached you!However it isn’t the Fire Witch. It’s someone different.“How’s our old soldier doing?” She chirped. She’s the same person with the blue eyes who saved you from the collapsed dungeon.Who are these people? The lady brunette answered you kindly:“I’m Lisa. My friend here brought you in this afternoon. You were severely injured. She said you’d gotten crushed in a dungeon today. You’re very lucky to have survived, mister adventurer.”“He says a witch did this to him. Is that right?”You stay silent, reluctant to trust these people. Lisa knelt next to you.“It’s okay,” she said. “Just get some rest.”You ask if she’s a witch too.“I am. But don’t worry, you can trust us- ”The blue-eyed girl interrupted. “Aw, Lisa! Stop that. Can’t you see the guy just got royally screwed over by a witch this morning? And now you’re asking him to trust you?” Blue Eyes pointed a finger at you. “You don’t got to trust any of us and I don’t blame you. Don’t worry. Once you can walk, we’ll turn you loose - Hell, if you can walk tomorrow, you can go.”“Hitori!” Lisa shot back at Blue Eyes. “We’re not letting him go until he’s better!”You lose your patience and sit up, and tell the two to shut up in a stern voice.Immediately the two became quiet and looked at you.You can trust these two. Not that you’ve assurance they aren’t any less treacherous than Eléonore the Fire Witch, but right now you don’t have the gut feeling they mean ill intent towards you. Lisa was overly fussy but meant well. The one with the blue eyes, named ‘Hitori’, was blunt and loud but seemed honest.Hitori respectfully offered something to you. It was an iron sword.“Sire, you left this in the dungeon. It’s yours, isn’t it?”As you slowly take your weapon back, they wait for you to speak.It’s at this point that you decide: this Narnia thing you just got yourself into is fucked up.You just got betrayed and your legs smashed. Damn Gods of Isekai Fantasy! What now? What do you do? Plot your revenge? Say your prayers? Or do you act like a cockroach and say nothing?>EXPLAIN. You tell them the whole story. About Eléonore the Fire Witch. About how she summoned you to this world, then got you to accompany her into a dungeon, only to betray you in the end, which nearly caused your death.>SILENCE. You say thanks, but stay silent for now. >WRITE-IN.
>>6169988>>EXPLAIN. You tell them the whole story. About Eléonore the Fire Witch. About how she summoned you to this world, then got you to accompany her into a dungeon, only to betray you in the end, which nearly caused your death.
>>6169988>EXPLAIN. You tell them the whole story. About Eléonore the Fire Witch. About how she summoned you to this world, then got you to accompany her into a dungeon, only to betray you in the end, which nearly caused your death.Not really anything to lose, is there?
>>6169988====You tell them everything. About Eléonore the Fire Witch. About how she supposedly summoned you to this world, then got you to accompany her into a dungeon, only to betray you in the end, which nearly caused your death.After you finished your story, both women were appalled.“A noble witch! And you say that she’s summoned you?” Hitori said incredulously. “Listen. Everything she’s told you is complete nonsense. Summoning my foot! Even the Warlock of Firetop Mountain couldn’t summon a fly from the thirty-sixth level of Heaven if her life depended on it! No - that kid didn’t summon you. She’s a liar, and she lied about all that to get you to follow her. So that’s why you were buried in that dungeon, eh? I bet she ditched you and ran off with all the treasure?”You shook your head. “No treasure, hmm?” Hitori got up and looked at Lisa. “We should find that Molière, and beat her with rocks until she pisses blood for the rest of her life.” “Absolutely not!”“What do you think?” Blue Eyes grinned carnivorously at you, showing white teeth. You’ve made an acquaintance, but oh! She was cruel and perhaps even more sadistic than a witch. You couldn’t tell if Hitori was joking or not.>SARCASM. You humour Hitori and say you’d love to get revenge.>SERIOUS. You seriously want to get revenge.>PASSIVE. You calm the both of them down and assure to find a reasonable way of resolving this issue.>WRITE-IN.(p.s. Forgot to include this in the rules: You may actually choose more than one choice, if you must.)
>>6170064>SERIOUS
>>6170064>SERIOUS. You seriously want to get revenge.
>>6170064>SERIOUS. You seriously want to get revenge.>WRITE-IN: "While I appreciate your sincerity in beating someone to death with a rock in an act of brutal revenge, I have to find out why and how I got here. And if I have any abilities."
>>6170287+1 to the write-in, too.>>6170167>>6170064
>>6170064====You’ll make the witch Eléonore pay. Maybe not today, but you will.Blue Eyes smiled. She leant close to you. Her rose-pink hair smelled like oranges.“You actually want revenge, don’t you?”“Don’t exacerbate the problem, Hitori!” Lisa crossed her arms.“I’m sorry but you won’t be able to walk for a few days - I’ll go find Lady Izh’mir. She can heal your injury. She is a good Light Witch.”Hitori glared back. “You want to ask the matriarch for another favour? That’s mighty fine, isn’t it?”“Don’t be like that. Can’t you see he needs it? None of us are good healers and he’ll be crippled for a whole year if we don’t get a Light Witch to see…”They both looked at you. You give them your name in an unamused tone.“Sir Nathan Drake,” Lisa solemnly said. “I’m sorry for your condition. If you’re agreeable, I’ll leave tomorrow to get my friend and have her take a look at you.”There’s no arguing with Lisa, you knew. Whether you liked it or not, she cared too much even if you’d said no.Instead you ask a different question:"While I appreciate your sincerity in beating someone to death with a rock in an act of brutal revenge, I have to find out why and how I got here,” you say. After thinking for a second, you add, “And if I have any abilities."Lisa nodded. “I can use an appraisal spell to find out after dinner. Would you like that, mister Nathan?”“You can stop calling me ‘mister’. It’s making me feel like an old man,” you sighed.Blue Eyes giggled. “Then we’ll call you Nate from now on!”You ask them another question.“...why are there so many witches in this world? Well!” Lisa says. “Nathan, you’re in Greyweul. The country with the most witches and mages, that’s why. As for how you’ve got here… well, I’m not sure,” she muttered.An awkward silence follows. Lisa picked up her wide-brimmed hat from a chair. “Nathan, if you need anything, just call. I’ll prepare food for our supper soon.”She left. Hitori, who’s leaning against the wall, waved at you before following out.You will be spending time in their company it seems. Until your leg heals, you won’t be going anywhere far.Surely during dinner, you’ll get to speak with the two women again. In the meantime, often Lisa or Hitori would visit your room to check on you, open a window for the breeze, present snacks and refill your glass of water.You still have many questions about the nature of this world though. Now seems an opportune moment to talk with one of them, however you’re not sure what to discuss. Having someone to speak with wouldn’t be bad though.>TALK to Lisa first before dinner. You ask the witch about things. Maybe she knows more about how you got here, or if you have any magical abilities.>TALK to Hitori first before dinner. You ask the blue-eyes about things. She saved you from the collapsed dungeon. Why?>WRITE-IN.
>>6170379>TALK to Lisa first before dinner. You ask the witch about things. Maybe she knows more about how you got here, or if you have any magical abilities.Find out about STUFF and LORE.
>>6170379>TALK to Lisa first before dinner. You ask the witch about things. Maybe she knows more about how you got here, or if you have any magical abilities.
>>6170379>>TALK to Hitori first before dinner. You ask the blue-eyes about things. She saved you from the collapsed dungeon. Why?
>>6170379====“Got a minute?” You say, as Lisa reappears back in the room.“Yes?”“What did you mean when you said you aren’t sure how I got to this world?”Lisa raised her brows. She walked over and sat in the chair next to the bed. She says she really doesn’t know how people end up in Harahel.“They just do,” she breathed.“By people, you mean it’s true that there are more like me?”“Yes.” Lisa said, “You aren’t the only one who hails from another world. However… not all of us are from Earth like you. Nathan Drake, may I confess something?”You sit upright. “I am not from this world either,” Lisa said. “I’m originally from the Kingdom of Mondstadt, in the land of Teyvat. I arrived in this world almost two years ago. And ever since, I’ve lived here.”Your eyes widen. There are other worlds - no, universes aside from Earth? Suddenly, you felt just like how Edward Norton felt at the end of Fight Club when he realizes he’s Tyler Durden all along. “What the f…” You rub your face.Lisa looked a bit scared at how you’d react. “Please take all the time you need to let this sink in.”Well, at least you aren’t dead yet. You laugh dryly.“That’s indeed a blessing,” Lisa agreed. “Nathan Drake. Don’t ever put yourself in danger again, okay?”In hindsight, it was foolish to trust a total stranger like that Fire Witch Eléonore. To think that a kid completely played you… Well, it’s not going to happen again. Gods of Isekai Fantasy, that’s just warm-up!Lisa glanced at the sword you kept leaning beside the bed. “Do you want to be an adventurer too?” She smiled.You take a long time to think of how to answer her question. Indeed, what do you want?Things became simpler, at least for now, when you approached it logically. On one hand, you could say you’d like to go home someday. On the other hand, if this was your life now, then you must accept it.>TO GO HOME. Though your memory is still lost, you start to wonder about the life you’ve left behind. You might have a family waiting for you back home. You say that you’ve got to get back home to Earth. Saying this, it fills you with more resolve than anything else.>STAY. You say that you’ll stay - at least, for now. It’s not like you have any other choice. You’re just being pragmatic. You joke that it’d be nice to go on slaying dragons and evil wizards, and the like.>RETORT. You ask Lisa what she would do in your situation. What about her? Doesn’t she want to go home?>SHRUG. You may have thought of the above, but you simply shrug and say you’re still unsure as of now. You decide to just take things as they come.>WRITE-IN.
>>6170712>WRITE-IN: "Hell, I don't know, I can't remember. If I had a good life back on Earth, I would like to go back. If not, what's the point of going back? But fuck it, we're living in the moment for now, I'll figure it along the way.
>>6170812>>6170812+1But also>RETORT. You ask Lisa what she would do in your situation. What about her? Doesn’t she want to go home?
>>6170712>RETORT. You ask Lisa what she would do in your situation. What about her? Doesn’t she want to go home?It would be a good way of gauging her mentality, see if she might be a possible ally. A lot of isekai'd people in media were PoS in their former lives.
>>6170712===="Hell, I don't know, I can't remember. If I had a good life back on Earth, I would like to go back. If not, what's the point of going back?” You say, letting out a long sigh. “But fuck it, we're living in the moment for now, I'll figure it along the way.”Your answer was brusque and said without much care. But it satisfied you, for it was a good answer.Lisa chuckled. “You have a straightforward attitude, Nathan Drake. I like you.”“What about you? You said you aren’t from here either. Why didn’t you go back to your home?” “It’s not that I didn’t,” she said, shaking her head. “I don’t know how to. Nobody does. I can hardly remember waking up here two years ago. It felt like a dream, but this is real. Even Hitori has been trying for over a year now, and she doesn’t have the slightest inkling either.”The blue-eyed adventurer isn’t from this world too, you remember Lisa saying a while ago. “Where is she from?”She shrugged. “Hitori can’t remember. She thinks if she can build a rocket ship, she can go home by flying out of this world.”The Air Witch brought food into the room for dinner. Hitori followed, carrying a fold-up table which she set at the foot of the bed so that they could dine with you. Lisa was an ‘Air Witch’ - ostensibly a mage who specializes in the art of manipulating wind. She could also control lightning and weather, though you haven’t seen her perform her magic yet. It all felt straight out of some fantasy novel…After eating, Lisa was ready to tell you what she’d found. She looked at Hitori, then you.
>>6171287…“You don’t appear to have any affinity for magic or Arka at all, Nathan Drake. You’re just like Hitori,” she said. “But I suppose it makes sense - I was already a mage before I came to this world, so it might be why I still have my gifts. Are you sure you’re just a normal person?”You nodded. You’re positive. Though, you noticed that when Lisa referred to you as ‘normal’, she sounded a bit self-deprecating. If magic is a good thing, why didn’t she look too happy talking about it? Is it better to be ‘normal’ than otherwise at all?Hitori crossed her arms and grinned at you. “Look at that, Nate! We’re the same!”“Not quite,” Lisa said firmly. “You know that, Hitori.”“Well if he didn’t spawn in with divine gifts given by Arbiters like the other Otherworlders do, then he is indeed just like me,” she insisted. “Doesn’t make a difference that he isn’t a magician like you - and if that’s the case…”Hitori is excited. “Nate, you might not have any magical talents now, but you can learn!”“Alright, alright. That’s great and all,” you say nonchalantly, focusing on something more important. “But what about Eléonore? So everything she said isn’t true?”“Forget about her,” Hitori said. “I say you get some rest, eat and drink well for now. And when you’re stronger…”She got up and approached you with a determined look. “We can help you learn magic. I could train you.” She picked up your sword from the corner. “And then you may go find Eléonore, and kill her in a duel.”“Hitori!” Lisa cried. “Nathan, you don’t have to do that. I know emotions are rife at this moment, but please consider; she’s just a foolish child.”But what about your revenge?“If you want, I’ll help you file a petition myself. We can report Eléonore to the police, in Navia, and bring her to justice.” Suddenly Hitori got angry. “You’re an even bigger fool, Lisa, aren’t you?! The ‘police’ you’re talking about is controlled by the department of Water Witches! They’re even more corrupt than ghouls! You’ll only give Nate more trouble by telling him to report this matter to them!” She faced you. “Don’t do that. I’m telling you, you’ll be making a mistake. These people don’t give a shit.”Lisa stammered, unable to say anything. She sank back in her seat, ashamed. Hitori moved towards the window, and looked away.>REPORT. You decide to report the incident to the police in Navia city and try to file a petition against Eléonore in order to get the Fire Witch arrested.>DUEL. You tell them that you’ll challenge the Fire Witch to a duel the next time you see her.>SEEK. You decide to take matters into your own hands and try to find Eléonore again once you’ve recovered.>WAIT. For now, to calm them down, you say that you’ll think about it. You still need some time to process everything.>WRITE-IN.
>>6171289>WAIT. For now, to calm them down, you say that you’ll think about it. You still need some time to process everything.Patience is a virtue, or something like that. But what is this hesitancy from Lisa about us being normal? Does she like the fact that we're weaker than her?
>>6171289>Write in "The world you are from is more technologically advanced, they come from worlds with better understanding of the arcane arts, instead of using one or the other you should try to combine the two, hunting her down comes later down the line when you are prepared."We would probably end up a third rate mage if we started practicing now
>>6171289>WAIT. For now, to calm them down, you say that you’ll think about it. You still need some time to process everything.Also this >>6171501
>>6171289>SEEK. You decide to take matters into your own hands and try to find Eléonore again once you’ve recovered.Confront her, make her apologize, punish her if she doesn't.
>>6171289====For the first time since waking up to this world, you faced a very tricky issue. The Fire Witch who betrayed you today was still a fresh wound; you wanted to do something about it, but when deciding now meant siding with one of your new acquaintances over the other, things became more complicated.Answering suddenly became far easier when you realized: You didn’t have to answer them at all!“Both of you, calm down.” You muttered. “I’ll think about it. For now, I just want to get some rest.”Lisa nodded. Hitori, ashamed at her outburst earlier, apologized.As to Blue Eyes’ offer to help you train and possibly learn magic, you answered thoughtfully:"I’d like to learn more about magic and all this weird stuff that happens in this world, but not right now. I’ve got a broken leg, you see?"“Ah, of course,” Hitori nodded. “Then just rest for now.”An exceptionally glaring realisation occurred to you again: You’re from Earth. You already knew things that none of these people know. While your memory is still cloudy, you realize that you still have as much knowledge and wits as any sane modern man from the dark year of 2024. So what are you doing here, fretting like a clueless guy?You get a hold of yourself. Catching and punishing that rotten Fire Witch can wait. Armed with your hidden knowledge, you bide your time and sit for now.“There’s one thing, though.” Lisa spoke quietly. “What’s that?” You asked.“Although you don’t have any magical abilities, Nathan… You have one thing all of us always have.”Lisa produced a pen and a small piece of paper, and began to write. Even Hitori curiously moved closer. Afterwards, she gave it to you. With luminous golden ink, she’d written a single word, and a number below it:Luck: 6.“Luck.” You say, reading. “Six.”The number six glowed mysteriously.“That’s your luck score,” Lisa said. You held the number tightly between your fingers. What does this mean? You are suddenly left in wonderment.Hitori spoke up. “Luck - and magic - are facts of life in the world,” she said. “All of us have different luck - some of us are born lucky. Others… not so much.”Lisa smiled. “I can’t see your number,” she said. “Only you can see it.”>ASK. What does this mean?>REST. You decide to rest for now, and sleep.
>>6172303>ASK. What does this mean?Don't reveal the number, but ask what Luck does in this world
>>6172303>>ASK. What does this mean?
>>6172303>ASKWhat's an average Luck number?>>6172319>“Luck.” You say, reading. “Six.”Looks like we already revealed it when we read it out loud
>>6172830+1>>6172303
>>6172830Supporting this too.
>>6172303====‘Luck - and magic - are facts of life in this world.’So, that’s it, then? This is what this world’s about? As you think about it, you are one step closer to figuring out how things work here in Harahel. You’ve heard of luck, how people can be lucky and win the lottery or fight off cancer, but here it seems it’s as real as magic, gods and witches.What does this mean?You accidentally mutter it out. But Lisa and Hitori have no answers.“What does Luck mean for me?” You ask again.“We don’t know,” Hitori said. “What we do know is that people who have a higher Luck score actually seem luckier than those with lower Luck scores. I’ve seen a man shoot an arrow once at the Prince’s Festival and hit a bull’s eye at two hundred metres - twice. “That’s an impossible shot. Now, you could say he was just lucky - or maybe it’s because he had twelve in his Luck score.”Lisa confirmed Hitori’s story. “It’s true,” she said. “Luck is very real.” Without warning, a headache began to cut through your head. You suddenly remembered one of those table-top roleplaying games which involved dice and rolls. Maybe you’ve played those before, or not, but an incredible similarity between that and now became apparent that it made your eyes widen.There’s a benefit to memories after all.“You alright, Nate?” Hitori asked.“Yeah. Was just thinking about it. Hey, what would you consider a high Luck score?”“Hah?” Hitori’s mouth dropped. “Err… Well, I don’t know. Lisa, is 50,000 very lucky?”Annoyed, the witch shook her head. “Nothing like that! Nothing like that! We really don’t know either what the numbers actually mean. I’ve seen people with more than twenty luck, who still died from tragic accidents or met their end before their time - but I suppose one can’t really know, can they?” Lisa said, “the highest number I’ve heard of is from Elf with thirty-six...”“Then again, she could be just bullshitting,” Hitori chuckled. You thought exactly the same.Something worried you. If Luck is real, what does it mean to be unlucky in this world? You’ve seen your score - six - is that lucky or not? Whichever the case, you began to have a gut feel that it might be for your own safety that you kept your Luck score to yourself. There must be a reason why, as Lisa said earlier, that you are the only one who can see the true number of your Luck on a piece of paper.But it all still didn’t make enough sense to you.>ASK Hitori. Wait for a moment to speak with Hitori alone.>ASK Lisa. Wait for a moment to speak with Lisa alone.>FIGURE it out by yourself. You rest for now.You ponder talking to one of them again later. Maybe tomorrow morning. Then again, perhaps you could try to figure out alone how this whole Luck stuff really works. Afterwards, the night passes and morning soon comes…
>>6173050>ASK Hitori. Wait for a moment to speak with Hitori alone.
>>6173050>FIGURE it out by yourself. You rest for now.Sigma grindset.
>>6173050====You lie in bed silently.You’re no longer on Earth. A mistake to trust a witch led to you being crippled. Now you're stuck here indefinitely.Like a dream, you quickly accept it.Hitori came poking in the room. She stared at you with big blue eyes.“You're not asleep?”“No.” You sit up as she walks in. “I leave tomorrow,” she says.She is an adventurer. The first one you've met. You ask her more about what she does for a living.“I do quests from the Guild, and they pay me in gold Écu. These days though, it's getting harder to even make a few sous. Not without risking your neck fighting all sorts of terrible people and creatures.”“Adventuring seems like a full time job,” you observe. She grinned amusedly. “No adventurers in your world?”No, you explain, not quite in the modern day. Not in the sense people still have frontiers to chart, dragons and wizards to vanquish or treasure islands to discover. Ever since modernization came about, YouTube and NASA replaced adventuring forever.“Interesting.” Hitori’s eyes glittered. “Tell me more.”Soon you found yourself having to explain what ‘NASA’ and ‘YouTube’ is to her. Hitori was wide-eyed. “...wait, so with this NASA and everything… You mean to say that your people have already reached the stars?” Hitori asked.“If you mean space, then yeah. We've gone to space before. We put up satellites there for our cellphones and television.”She's noticeably pleased. She went beside you and said: “Tell me more next time. I promise you I'll tell you stories of my own too.”She got up.“I haven't properly introduced myself to you yet, have I? My real name is Hitori Gotō. I am from a galaxy far, far away…”Hitori took your hand and shook it.“I'm an errant-witch of Greyweul now. A ‘Space Witch’. There are things I must do to redeem myself from the mistakes I've done in the past here… they’re part of my quests. When that's done, I'm going home.” She said, “I'm glad I found you this morning.”“May I ask you a question, Hitori?”“Of course.”“What's your Luck score?”It's not exactly subtle to ask about her Luck, but now or never. Hitori suddenly looked sad.“Zero.”She smiled sadly.“All my life, I never believed in luck. Luck is for fools! We make our own luck.” She looked guiltily. “But I guess I’m wrong, and I'm being punished now, eh?”“What do you mean?”“I'm not a lucky person. I think I was killed in battle in my past life. Lisa thinks I reincarnated here. That's why I have to be careful now. I'm the only person in this world with no luck at all.” She pointed at you.“I think six is a lucky number, Nate.”The conversation with Hitori left you mystified.The next morning, something unexpected occured: the number on the piece of paper had changed.Luck: 7.Your Luck score has changed.
>>6173840...Just as Lisa had promised, she left early to go fetch a friend who could help you. At midday, she arrived with the Light Witch.The Light Witch was a fair, silver-haired Elven lady. She had long pointy ears and deep malachite eyes, and a serene countenance befitting that of a queen. When she spoke, her silken voice was gentle, exactly as how you'd expect a Tolkien elf to sound like.Lisa began the formal introductions. “Nathan Drake, this is Lady Victoria Izh’mir. The Matriarch of the Order of Light, of the Grand Coven of Beowulf. Lady Izh’mir, this is Sir Nathan Drake.”The High Elf nodded at you. “I'm pleased to meet you, Sir Nathan Drake.”You can't help but feel your face heat up. Her elvish grace was enough to have an effect on you. It doesn't help either that you're still a cripple stuck in bed due to your leg, and they're speaking of you as if you're a knight…“You must be in great pain,” Victoria said softly.“It’s not so bad now,” You admit.“Yesterday, I cleaned up his wound and applied a poultice which helped make the swelling go down,” Lisa said. “Nathan got injured when a dungeon collapsed with him inside it.”“I see.” Victoria Izh’mir looked at you. “I can heal your leg. You will be able to walk again today,” she said. “But…”You cut her off, almost sure that there's a catch. “What do you want in return?” You say.The High Elf blushed deeply. “Nothing!” She said. “Nothing at all, it's just that I wouldn't want to do it if it's against your will. But I insist that you let me. It's for your good.”Lisa and Victoria waited patiently for your answer. You give it a thought. Being able to walk again today was a big thing. What can be better than that? But you still aren't sure if this hospitality came without a catch. Trusting a witch last time resulted in your injury now after all.>ACCEPT. You agree to let the Light Witch heal your injury.>REFUSE. You refuse to let the Light Witch heal you.>ASK. You curiously ask why an important and high-ranking elf like Victoria wishes to help you.>WRITE-IN.
>>6173843>ASK. You curiously ask why an important and high-ranking elf like Victoria wishes to help you.Nothing accusatory, just out of curiosity.
>>6173843>ASK. You curiously ask why an important and high-ranking elf like Victoria wishes to help you.Is there any reason we wouldn't accept a free healing of a crippling injury? Is she an unlicensed healer? A healer in training with a high failure chance? Does submitting to her magic now give her a permanent backdoor into our very soul?
>>6173843====“Why do you want to help me? ”You asked the ‘Light Witch’, genuinely curious. Victoria smiled.“I'm a Light Witch. Even if I'm an Elf, it's my duty to help everyone, including humans.”So apparently, not all witches are bad. Perhaps the first one was just the bad apple in the basket. Though, you're still not quite convinced and Victoria notices this.“Lisa told me you're an Otherworlder.”You raised your brows. Oh bother. If Lisa’s been talking about you, what else might she have said? It didn't occur to you that maybe keeping your origins a secret may be important for your safety. But what's done is done. “That's true,” you carefully say. “What about it?”“Things happen for a reason, don't you think?” Victoria says cryptically. “You see… Otherworlders are considered special in our world.”“...special?”She nodded. “People who come here from other worlds are… different. In the past, many of them have risen to become great heroes of this world. Some of them are gifted with otherworldly knowledge, intuition… Others have a talent for magic. That's why Otherworlders are special - they are friends from another world. Maybe it's a virtue the Goddess tries to teach us. That the world is bigger than us.”You ponder everything she's said for a while. It's amazing, however, how can you confirm all she'd said? But Victoria looked to be telling the truth.“...may I heal your leg now?”You accept. Presently, Victoria drew close and examined the bandages on your right leg. Then she performed her healing miracle. She recited a magic spell and made the magic sign, then blew on your wounds gently. Golden shimmers of light fell over the bandages and a cold feeling crept up from your toes, up to your knee and dissipated warmly over your thigh as if a ghost were washing it with water.When she removed the bandage, purple bruises and the lacerations had gone. What remained were faint scars where your once-broken bones had punctured the skin during the injury.“I can't heal scars. They're there to stay.”Mystified, you had no words to say. You got out of bed and stood up for the first time. Your leg felt strong, and when you stood, you turned out to be taller than them both....
>>6175804...Victoria stepped back.“I know I had said that I would never ask for anything in return, but… I hope that in time, you will know that we mean well, and that you are welcome to stay in our world, Nathan Drake.” Victoria said hopefully, “And one day… that you'll show others the same kindness I've shown you now.”Lisa, who had been standing nearby, now came forth. She looked at you.“Is there anything you'd like to tell Lady Izh’mir?” She asked.You realise Lisa is pertaining to the issue with the Fire Witch yesterday. She had told Victoria Izh’mir about you being an ‘Otherworlder’, someone who isn't from here, but not about the whole story with Eléonore yet. This was what Lisa was talking about when she offered to help you bring the case to official light in Navia, and report the crime of Eléonore practically attempting to murder you to authorities. However, she was tactful enough to let you decide whether to tell someone like the Light Witch or not.Looking about, you also realize that Hitori, true to her word, was no longer here. If Blue Eyes had been here, she would've insisted you avoid reaching out to the police authorities at all. She warned that they were unscrupulous. You can neither confirm nor deny that claim.Victoria and Lisa were relieved to see you walking normally.>REPORT. You decide to take Lisa’s advice from last night and report the story about Eléonore the Fire Witch, who had left you for dead in a dungeon, so that she can hopefully be punished.>SILENT. You decide to say thank you, and speak nothing of the issue at all.
>>6175805>REPORT. You decide to take Lisa’s advice from last night and report the story about Eléonore the Fire Witch, who had left you for dead in a dungeon, so that she can hopefully be punished.Who knows what other otherworlders she’ll do this to if she isn’t stopped
>>6175805>SILENT. You decide to say thank you, and speak nothing of the issue at all.Let's learn suspicion. That "even humans" talk has me wary of this elf.Actually...>ASK: What did you mean by "even humans"? Is the relationship between elves and humans not great?
>>6175805>>6175952+1
>>6175805====For a moment, you seriously consider reporting everything that has happened to Victoria. She was a ‘Matriarch’ of some kind of order, so you've heard; she's likely powerful enough to help you if you were to tell her.But not trusting the people of this world enough, you hesitate. “Thank you.” You say nothing else.“Oh!... Um, of course.” Victoria smiled and nodded. “I have a question, if you don't mind me asking,” you add quickly. “What did you mean when you said, ‘even humans’?”Her blue-green eyes widened. She spoke gently.“Do you know that I am the only elven Matriarch in Greyweul’s Grand Coven? You won't see a lot of elves in Encore - especially not in this kingdom, because this is the region of man. My kind lives in the Great Wilds,” Victoria explained. “They do not feel particularly welcome here… So, I understand why you hesitated to allow me, an elf, to heal you. Even so… I cherish and care for your kind as much as I do for my own.”“In other words, she's one of us,” Lisa said. “She's the most loved elf on this side of the world.”“You jest, Lisa Minci!” Victoria chuckled shyly.After a drop of tea, you and Lisa saw her out. You waved as Victoria Izh’mir disappeared down the road. She went on the way back to Navia city.Lisa didn't smile. She looked at you.“Why didn't you tell her about Eléonore?” She asked. “Lady Izh’mir could've helped you.”You crossed your arms and looked away. The clouds in the sky were towers of white racing across the green horizon of the countryside. You remembered: the only thing you left in the room upstairs was the cheap sword and armour the Fire Witch had bought for you.>You tell Lisa that you don't trust Victoria or anyone else enough. At least not right now.>You decided to handle things by yourself, and the Fire Witch on your own.>You don't say anything.>Write-in.Lisa sighed. She followed your eyes, and saw through what you were thinking. It was a good day. She knew you could leave her roof today.“Hey… Nathan? You could stay here. You don't look like someone who's got a place to go.” She blushed suddenly and shook: “No, no. That's not quite right… No, I meant, since you're an Otherworlder who's only arrived here yesterday, well. I don't suppose you intend to leave now and wander the country, alone, walking the roads?”You stared at her. Lisa’s eyes avoided your gaze. “Of course, I'm not offering this hospitality without anything in exchange this time…! If you're okay with helping around the house, and doing errands for me… I'd like you to stay,” she admitted.You look at her, then at the road which led away from here.Now felt like one of those choose-your-own-adventure novels that you vaguely remember existing in your world. This time, you are in it. If you leave, you could see the world. If you stay, you would find companionship with her. >STAY. >LEAVE.>WRITE-IN.
>>6176419>You tell Lisa that something felt off about Victoria. Maybe you could tell her one day, but right now feels too soon to trust Victoria.>STAY. It's nice to have a friend. Especially one that knows this world more than we do.
>>6176419>It's not the sort of thing to just tell to anyone you've just met>STAYDon't always need to have a grand adventure. A lower-action time with a friend is good too, even if there is the "and more" implication in there.
>>6176806+1>>6176419Just while we get our bearings and figure out where that witch-bitch who left us for dead is hanging out.
