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You are LADY AVALSIDAL ANNAPURNA, the LAST of the OLD WORLD VAMPIRES, the MASTER of the MISERICORDE, and the PRINCESS of all MONSTERKIND. Your beauty and grace are second to none–as silver dust on the wind, as the marble icons of the old masters.

You float aloft in the sky above the capitol of the kingdom, the breeze of half-summer cool on your wings as you slip the sleeves of your poet shirt over your skin. The sun has begun dipping past the sea, the moon just cresting over the woods to shine over the city. You cast your gaze downward–humans dance and sing and eat in the streets like so many insects beneath your feet. Your lips curl.

You have come to this godforsaken land in want of a warm body. You prefer your fare of the flesh monstrous–corpses and beasts, as it were–but once in a blue moon, a rare thirst strikes your throat that you might only slake with a beating heart. You smirk, face warm with tonic as you begin your descent upon your hunting grounds. You have your eyes set on a church orphanage, where your banquet lies in wait..

Tonight you are on the prowl for NUN COOCHIE, the most forbidden of all coochie.

>Observe your target more closely.
>Land, and make yourself known.
>Consider your circumstances.
>[Write-In.]

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>New Haremvania thread
>It's another female protag
>And she's gay

>>6288173
Observe more closely, stalk the nun coochie

>>6288173

>Observe your target more closely

Mmm nun.

>>6288173
>>6288174
The legacy of the Arsene must be kept alive, at all costs. We can only weep for all that fails of reality.

>Consider your circumstances.

>>6288173
Rape the nun

>>6288173
>Consider your circumstances.

>>6288173
>Consider your circumstances
I need a quick rundown.

>>6288174
There was another one after our Guts expy?

>>6288173
>>Consider your circumstances.

>>6288173
>Consider your circumstances

>>6288173
> Consider your circumstances.
Is this Lady Avalsidal pre, during, or post Von Gundyr? Because we clearly need some pictures of the family.

>>6288353
I think so, some fat lady who liked monster men. Didn't follow it either. I prefer male protagonists, heavily.

>>6288388
>brown
>big
Unless this quest is about her getting terminal vitiligo and shrinking down two sizes, It can't be the same person.

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>>6288332
>>6288353
>>6288374
>>6288384
>>6288388

> Consider your circumstances.

You at present preside over an accurst black tower known as the MISERICORDE, said to be the birthplace of monsterkind. You spend your days in drunken regale within the tower, all cold bodies within at your beck and call as you eat and drink and rut the nights away. Yours is an eternal midsummer.

You seldom take leave from your home–only once every five-or-so years–but every now and then you feel a strange ache in your belly for something different. Your hunger is only natural: who could stomach the same meal night and night on for a hundred years (no matter how delightful)?

Your favorite repast are the men and women of the cloth–the church body clad in their sable garments and sacred beads. You enjoy luring them through the woods to your tower, hearing them moan your name, making them curse their own gods. Yes, you like to play with humans every now and then. To hurt them. You’re a monster, after all.

Your quarry stands alone in the graveyard beneath you, her hands together in holy repose. You tend to prefer to make a show of it, but every hunt is different.

>Observe the nun more closely before you meet her.
>Make yourself known as an angel.
>Make yourself known as a vampire.
>[Write-In.]

>>6288173
>Your beauty and grace are second to none
>Pic
I guess that's her narcissism talking

>>6288451
Violate the nun

>>6288451
>Consider how your siblings might go about such a salacious seduction

>>6288451
>Observe the nun more closely before you meet her.

>>6288451
>Observe the nun more closely before you meet her.
Knowing is half the battle

>>6288451
>Observe the nun more closely before you meet her.
stalk the nun coochie

>>6288454
Nah, see, that’s what she calls her buttcheeks. Left is Beauty, right is Grace.

>>6288451
>Observe the nun more closely before you meet her.

>>6288172
welcome back, SS-sama
>>6288174
wait, there's a non-gay one ?
>>6288451
>Make yourself known as a vampire.

>>6288451
>Observe the nun more closely
Or, in mortal parlance, ogle her. HARD

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>Observe the nun more closely

You decide first to observe your prey in motion–who has ever heard tell of a hunt well won by measure of impatience and impulsivity, after all? Your wings beat gently to steady yourself as you find purchase atop the church’s rooftop, a bric-a-brac yard of tombstones and flowers laid out before you. The burls of old trees swallow up the wrought iron fence that enclose it, and before one of many graves stands the nun.

Your quarry stands tall–a couple heads above you, by your measure–and wide in berth, especially about the hips. Her face is solemn in holy repose, prayer beads snaking her gloves as she murmurs a quavering supplication for the dead. The thrum of music and song of the MIDSUMMER FESTIVAL on the street just outside the church seems far away.

You’ve got a good target to work with: a woman with such inerrant dedication to her faith she would let the festival slip her body to pray in a dingy old yard of corpses. You find–in your experience–that the adherents most faithful to the church use it to cover up some kind of profound guilt. You like to pick at that. And, like that last paragraph said, she’s “wide in berth, especially about the hips” which is awesome for you.

>Make yourself known as an angel.
>Make yourself known as a vampire.
>Land before her. Let her decide.
>[Write-In.]

>>6288748
>Land before her. Let her decide.
Is nun coochie better when terrified or in awe? I don't know the answer but she'll get the strongest reaction first and that's what we want.

>>6288748
>Land before her. Let her decide.
But above all, let her realize that you are hungering for her holy hams.

>>6288748
>>Land before her. Let her decide.
Did God send her a blessing or a punishment, either one she might choose to receive.

>>6288748
>Land before her. Let her decide.

>>6288748
>>Land before her. Let her decide.
I see no eyes, what if she's blind? Also
>Your quarry stands tall–a couple heads above you
Ava is SHORT

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>Land before her. Let her decide.

You decide to let lady luck decide your fate tonight. You sometimes take on different visages to take in your prey–more frightful, or more angelic, or more bestial as needs will it (for some reason that last one works more often with nuns)--but every so often you like to meet them as yourself.

Your wings gently unfold as–with the grace of the breeze–you slip from your perch and land, silent, atop the headstone your target is in the midst of prayer at. The nun lets out a quiet gasp of surprise and takes a step back at your appearance. You leap off the tomb kicking off nary a speck of dust and lean on your sword,smiling.

“Good evening, my darling.” You look into her eyes.
“Ah..! You scared me there.” The nun breathes a sigh of relief. “That’s a wonderful costume though, sweetie. Are you alright? That was quite the fall.”

Your brow furrows.

>I’m obviously not a human, dumbass.
>I’m obviously not a human, dumbass, but not phrased like that.
>No, you’re an angel. Not anything scary. An angel.
>You really are a vampire, though.
>[Write-In.]

>>6288880
>…Fake a sprain or something! Brilliant idea, Ava!
>”Ooh, oh my, I’ve hurt my tender ankle! Oh wow is little, helpless me!”

>>6288880
>No, you’re an angel. Not anything scary. An angel.
Say you're the answer for her prayers.

>>6288880
>You really are a vampire, though.

>>6288880
Well, sure. As long as it get us some holy sip, why not go along with it and pretend our massive bat wings are just a part of a costume.

>>6288884
changing vote to this
>>6288892

>>6288880
>You really are a vampire, though.

>>6288881
>+1

>>6288881
>>6288892
+1 to playing pretend for a bit. We said we'd let her decide. The game is afoot!

>>6288881
>>6288892
+1

>>6288880
>>You really are a vampire, though.

>>6288544
In the first one a dude gets a harem of monstergirls.

>>6288880
>Tell her you got a big boo-boo from the fall and you NEED her to kiss it better

>>6288880
>Feign a head injury and flirt
"I can’t remember my name… but I’m hoping you’ll give me yours instead."

>promptly collapse

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>…Fake a sprain or something! Brilliant idea, Ava!
>”Ooh, oh my, I’ve hurt my tender ankle! Oh wow is little, helpless me!”
>Tell her you got a big boo-boo from the fall and you NEED her to kiss it better
>Well, sure. As long as it get us some holy sip, why not go along with it and pretend our massive bat wings are just a part of a costume.

You breathe a sigh of exasperation–across innumerable millenia upon millenia of ancient history, across an unknowable span of beasts that slither and crawl and lurch, there is no one single creature you find more loathsome than the human. The most contemptible of all the mongrels to walk the earth.

You do not partake in these night-by-night rendezvous with these hylics out of some affection, or even some meager pity for their kind. You do so to remind yourself that you are better than them. That you control them. That you outlast them. That you are not human, and you do not feel the things that humans feel. To act as one of them..

Well, it’s for nun pussy.

“Angh! My ankle..! Oh, woe is me..!” You attempt to fall into her arms, but she doesn’t seem to realize it and you fall to the ground, and you almost fall uncool, but manage to turn it into a kind of cool fall. “Oh, the pain.. I need care. And milk. If you can do that sort of thing.”

“Uh.. what?” The nun looks baffled. “Are you.. really okay? Ah. My name is..”

>What is the nun’s name?

>>6289506
Booberella

>>6289506
Sister Teresa d'Ávila
Spanish nun, sainted mystic who is a Doctor of the Church, associated with faith healing and health advice

>>6289506
Marilia
>>6289517
I don't feel like using the name of a saint for a character we intend to bang.

>>6289525
>wanting to bang a regular old non-sainted nun
weak

>naming her after the literal Mother of God instead
based

>>6289506
Changing from >>6289517 to back >>6289525, it's way more heretical this way.

>>6289506
Sister Theodora Ileana Trapani-Santoro

>>6289506
Lucillia, i feel like she needs a simple name not some long and extravagant one.

>>6289506
Sister Belle Tower

>>6289750
>Sister TITS
She just needs to be promoted for her to become Mother Superior TITS

>>6289527
>naming her after the literal Mother of God instead
that's not her name though, anon.

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>Marilia

“My name is Marilia. You can call me Marilia, or Sister Marilia, or Sister, or just Mari.” The nun places a hand on your head. “Oh–my. You’re very.. cold..?”
“Uh. Ah. Yeah.” You place a gentle hand over hers and remove it. “I was just–.. I just had a bunch of plums from out of an icebox. They were just so delicious! So sweet. So cold. Yep.”
“.. I see.” Mari decides not to press it. “..What brings you to Saint Tepes? I’m afraid you look a few years too old for us to take you in, but you’re in need of some food or water, I’d be happy to help.”

Your mind alights–what sort of brilliant scenario shall you devise to manipulate her feeble human brain..? You need to lure her out to your tower, by which you must pass through the BROCELIANDE FOREST that borders the capitol..

>You got lost.
>You heard a holy message from her god in the forest.
>Your poor little baby brother got lost in the woods. You need her help to find him.
>Ask what she’s doing so far away from the festivities herself.
>[Write-In.]

>>6289976
>Your poor little baby brother got lost in the woods. You need her help to find him.

>>6289976
>You got lost...By the scent of milk
Take us home Mari, pretty please

>>6289976
>You got lost.
>Ask what she’s doing so far away from the festivities herself.
She should help guide us back. Maybe hang out a little. A kind, caring, hugely buxom lady like her shouldn't be alone on such a fun and festive evening!

>>6289889
That's the etymology. Marilia is from Maria (the Latinized name of Jesus' mom Miryam) filtered through Portuguese Brazilian.

>>6289976
>You got lost.
>And drunk. Probably from the fermented frozen plums in the icebox.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=LAfKZUn9sZ0&pp=ygUnc3F1aXJyZWwgZHJ1bmsgb24gZmVybWVudGVkIGNyYWIgYXBwbGVz

>>6289976
>Ask what she’s doing so far away from the festivities herself.
>>6289990
I see it now. But you're on my watch, anon.

>>6289990
+1

>>6289976
>>Your poor little baby brother got lost in the woods. You need her help to find him.

>>6289990
>+1

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“I.. got lost. And drunk. The plums, perhaps.” You admit–a half truth, because you are, in fact, a tad blood drunk. Your buzz is mild, true, but you certainly drank enough to feel it–your tongue runs a bit more loose, your skin tends to grow a dash more rosy, and your form becomes more.. full. “I might ask you the same, sister. Your vows don’t keep you from a bit of food and song for the festival, unless I have my tenets mistaken.”

“Ah.. right. Well, it’s–.. just..” The nun glances to the grave she was taken to. “It’s difficult for me to get upbeat with all the rumors of the BEAST. And with some of the kids I care for gone, it’s just..”
“The ‘Beast?’” You echo, raising a brow.
“I find it hard to believe you haven’t heard–it’s all anyone seems to talk about, besides the midsummer festival..” Marilia sighs. “The BEAST OF BROCELIANDE–all manner of rumors swirl of a great, dark beast seen in the woods, a monster not seen before, one said to take children and elderly into the forest where it devours them whole in the night..”

“That’s very macabre.” You murmur–you have not heard tell of any manner of beast, which is strange, as you rule over monsterkind. “And you said children were disappearing..?”
“Well.. to tell the truth, children sometimes disappear from our orphanage. They always have. They find someone else they might stay with, or decide to take in with the church clergy or a hunter fraternity, or simply decide to live independent of us.” The sister eyes the great stone church beside you. “But.. I still at least see them in the city, and can know they yet live. The way our children seem to vanish into thin air now.. I fear the worst. I seldom fall in with such fads as these, but.. I fear the BEAST, to tell you the truth.”

A baseless human rumor, more than likely made up by a drunk fool. Maybe you could use this to your advantage to snag poontang, though..

>Your own baby brother disappeared into the woods. Perhaps it was the fault of the beast!
>She needs to take action and look for the kids herself. And you're quite the capable swordstress.
>You live in the woods, and would like her to help you get back. Maybe she can even stay the night.
>[Write-In.]

>>6290527
>You live in the woods, and would like her to help you get back. Maybe she can even stay the night.

>>6290527
>She needs to take action and look for the kids herself. And you're quite the capable swordstress.
Don’t want her to misconstrue our lie about living in the woods to think that we’re the BEAST when she realizes we’re a vampire.

>>6290527
>She needs to take action and look for the kids herself. And you're quite the capable swordstress.

>>6290527
>You live in the woods, and would like her to help you get back. Maybe she can even stay the night.
We've got sweetmeats in the house

>>6290527
>You live in the woods, and would like her to help you get back. Maybe she can even stay the night.

>>6290543
We must agree to disagree. That sounds hilarious.

>>6290527
>She needs to take action and look for the kids herself. And you're quite the capable swordstress.
If it doesn't exist, we get a nun alone with us in the forest where we can do whatever we wish. If it does exist, it does so without our knowledge, and thus without our permission.

>>6290527
>Poster
If only MC was in need of a sparring partner..

>You live in the woods, and would like her to help you get back. Maybe she can even stay the night.

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>You live in the woods, and would like her to help you get back. Maybe she can even stay the night.

“Well, to tell the truth..” You fold your hands behind your back. “I came to the capitol to celebrate the midsummer with some roast bear and fire rum, but I actually live in a cot in the woods. I had thought to come back before the sun fell low, but.. I ran late, and to know that there may be a beast in the forest.. it’s just all so scary! I hate to impose, dear sister, but do you think you could perhaps accompany me as I go home? You could even stay the night should our to-be trip run too long..”
“You–.. you want me to follow you? Into BROCELIANDE FOREST?” The nun gawps at you, her mouth flapping open and shut as she pries for the right answer. “I, well.. I mean.. I understand how frightening it must be, but would it not be better for you to find a monster hunter to accompany you? I’m sure there are plenty of members of the GUILD DE GASTON, or perhaps even the AUF ARSENE, in the streets. I don’t know how much a nun such as myself could help–unless you need someone you can outrun to distract a beast.. I’m not much of a runner.”

She’s scared. Very cute. But it’s best you avoid the “help” of any monster hunters. You may be able to fool a nun cloistering herself away in her tiny church all day, but even a fool with some passing familiarity with monsters could pick up on what you really are and try to light you up with silver.

>You could protect her. You’ve got a sword. You just want someone to come with you to avoid loneliness on the trip.
>Monsters flee from holy symbols. If the nun is strong of faith, she can repel any manner of beast.
>You asked her to come with you because you like nuns.
>[Write-In.]

>>6290966
Now THOSE truly are some jugs worthy of The Bride of Christ, or whoever the local fantasy world's savior is.

>You could protect her. You’ve got a sword...
>...but you are a little scared
(we already said it was scary)
>Monsters flee from holy symbols. If the nun is strong of faith, you can both protect and comfort one another!
heh heh heh

>>6290966
>You asked her to come with you because you like nuns.

>>6290966
>You asked her to come with you because you like nuns.
>Especially BEEG nuns.
>Also, I’m drunk. Everything seems like a good idea to me now.

>>6290966
>You could protect her. You’ve got a sword. You just want someone to come with you to avoid loneliness on the trip.
this nun's clothes are suspiciously tight

>>6290966
>Monsters flee from holy symbols. If the nun is strong of faith, she can repel any manner of beast.

>>6290966
>You could protect her. You’ve got a sword. You just want someone to come with you to avoid loneliness on the trip.

I hope its not a succubus in disguise, she perfect

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>You could protect her. You’ve got a sword...
>...but you are a little scared
>Monsters flee from holy symbols. If the nun is strong of faith, you can both protect and comfort one another!

“You need not worry. I’m quite the capable swordstress, you know.” You raise the black tip of your blade to her nose before you plant it back down into the earth with a flourish. “I have my limits, though.. on a night such as this, there may be just too many monsters in the woods for me to handle alone. But that’s where you come in! Your holy presence should dissuade their attacks. Your faith IS strong, is it not, sister?”
“I.. do pray every night before bed..” Sister Marilia murmurs under her breath. “For everyone I know, too..”
“That’s great! If that’s the case, I doubt we’ll see much of anything out there.” You laugh as you snake a hand over her shoulder–a lie, of course. The prayers of the church seldom can keep a dead monster down, but they can do little to halt a monster in its tracks. You doubt you’ll have much need to unsheath your blade out there, though–monsters in these lands abide by your whims. You’ll just shoo them off.

“W-..well.. Okay. Your house is close, is it not..?” Mari asks as you lead her into the great, dark treeline.
“You’ll know it when you see it, darling.” You smile as your arm creeps down to her waist. “It’s known to take people’s breath away.”

The great, dark breadth of the woods looms before you, a wall of branches and black thickets. The song in the streets are first to fade–then, the light of the church orphanage–then, the cold stone of the cemetery behind the heavy brush. You stand in a thin, murky dell just at the boundary of civilization and the unknown. You stand now in the BROCELIANDE FOREST with a busty nun.

>Which way do you pass?

>>6291531
>East

>>6291531
>North

>>6291531
>east

>>6291531
East

>>6291531
>North
Let’s Mary Shelley her.

>>6291531
North has a lot of crosses drawn, perhaps there's a graveyard there. Let's go check it out!
>North.

>>6291531
East, let's meet the latest hanged man.

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“Just follow me, Mari.” You attempt to soothe her misgivings, extending her a pale hand. “I’ll look out for you.”
“..Okay.” The nun takes your hand in hers. “But, let’s please attempt to keep this quick, miss..?”
“Ah.. forgive me. I’ve yet to introduce myself–an unfortunate little habit of mine..” You bow your head. “I am Lady Avalsidal–but you can just call me Ava, if you’d prefer.”

Your journey bears you eastward, where the tough clod of earth beneath your feet grows damp and soft and water begins to pool up in the low troughs around you. You glide effortless over the terrain, your step as light as a breath, but your companion’s.. “heft” does not seem to agree with the change in footing.
“Please.. slow down a little, Ava..” Mari pants behind you, each footfall leaving an ankle-deep imprint into the soft bog ground. The nun’s face grows more and more slick with damp as she steps after you. “It’s just.. a little hard to maneuver. Your house is around here, right..?”
“Mmmm. Well, not quite, sister.” You observe the marsh around you–from what little you know of it, the BROCELIANDE FOREST is a diverse woodland with all manner of different environments about its breadth, from rockland to forest to swamp to pond. A wetland such as this is not uncommon, and yet..

There’s a strange stillness about it. It’s dead quiet–no hums of insects or thrums of frogs. The water is cold, placid, reflective. Very strange.

>Observe the trees–you catch the occasional glint of moonlight off strange carvings in the bark.
>Take a look at the hand in the muck. A body, perhaps..?
>Hurry the nun along. You get the feeling you’d best not tarry.
>Stare at sweaty sister struggling in mud.
>[Write-In.]

>>6291863
>Stare at sweaty sister struggling in mud.
Give us the sweaty nun pic

>>6291863
>>6291864
+1 for pathetic nun pic.

>>6291864
+1, no way Ava isn't distracted.>>6291864

>>6291864
>Stare at sweaty sister struggling in mud.
jiggle jiggle

>>6291863
>Take a look at the hand in the muck. A body, perhaps..?

>>6291863
>>6291864
+1 sweaty muddy nun....

>>6291863
>Take a look at the hand in the muck. A body, perhaps..?

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>Stare at sweaty sister struggling in mud.

You find your eyes wandering from the dark swamp to more alluring affairs–the nun, still trying to wrench her boot from one puddle of muck to another. You drink it all in: the way sweat pools up under her chest and slicks her face, the way her flesh undulates in the habit with each step, and how just beneath the cloak her thighs rub--

“Ava. Please. A hand?” Mari stares at you, her voice worn.
“Uh. Sorry.” You extend a hand out toward her, and she takes it as you gently lead her to a stone find purchase on.

You may have gotten a bit too leery there. The nun seems to regard you with just a little more trepidation than before, with more than a few strange glances cast your way as you ease her off onto the rock. The sister is not so foolish as to miss that look of hunger in your eyes. You lose 1 TRUST POINT.

>Observe the trees–you catch the occasional glint of moonlight off strange carvings in the bark.
>Take a look at the hand in the muck. A body, perhaps..?
>Hurry the nun along. You get the feeling you’d best not tarry.
>Kindly inform her that you were NOT staring at her hungrily because you want to eat her. You definitely don’t do that sort of thing.
>[Write-In.]

>>6292299
>Kindly inform her that you were NOT staring at her hungrily because you want to eat her. You definitely don’t do that sort of thing.
Don't ask why we were staring though because we don't have an answer for you.

>>6292299
>Kindly inform her that you were NOT staring at her hungrily because you want to eat her. You definitely don’t do that sort of thing.
we don't her to get the wrong idea. we were just looking if she needed help or something.

>>6292299
>Kindly inform her that you were NOT staring at her hungrily because you want to eat her. You definitely don’t do that sort of thing.
>Ask why she decided to join a nunnery, when she could instead be breaking hearts with her beauty and bedframes with her body, but don't actually say that out loud Ava, you sword-swinging sapphic doofus

>>6292299
>Take a look at the hand in the muck. A body, perhaps..?

>>6292299
>Observe the trees–you catch the occasional glint of moonlight off strange carvings in the bark.
Now that is the second most interesting thing in this scene. Lets check it out!

We were robbed.

>>6292701
wdym ?

>>6292299
>Take a look at the hand in the muck. A body, perhaps..?
Hey look, a distraction!

>>6292711
I thin anon is saddened by the lack of sweaty and/or muddy nun.

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>Kindly inform her that you were NOT staring at her hungrily because you want to eat her. You definitely don’t do that sort of thing.
>Take a look at the hand in the muck. A body, perhaps..?

You stow away any thoughts of her heart breaking beauty (or bedframe breaking body) and attempt to assuage her concerns. “Please, pardon my gaze.” You smile, voice sweet as cream. “I only thought to see if you had need of my help, Mari.”
Your awesome sycophantry does not seem to assuage her (after all, you were certainly comfortable enough to stare at her slough her way through mud at length without your help). “You.. did you say you had a surname, Ava?” Mari asks, her stare a little more hard than before.

“..Annapurna.” You stare back. “Avalsidal Annapurna. Why do you ask?”
“I see. It’s just.. I’ve never heard of a surname like that before.” Mari murmurs. “It’s strange..”
“A name from the old country. I come from old blood, you see.” You attempt to brush past the point. “..Please, excuse me a moment. I’ll see if I can find a path that agrees a bit more with your outfit.”

You continue to step easy through the swamp. The sister seems to be a little suspicious of you–but it’s no more than suspicion at this point. You may be able to smooth it over with a win, like if you were to find a path through this marsh comfortable enough for her to pass easy through. But, still.. it’s best you quell those suspicions early, at least this shallow in the forest. You don’t want the sister to turn and run while it’s easy.

You turn your attention toward another curiosity in the swamp: a pale arm that sticks from the mud like a flower in bloom. You approach it, and, with a tentative breath, wrap your fingers around its own. The hand twitches.. and with a sudden, sharp wrench, you rip the arm and all below it above the mud.

“..Ah!” The zombie girl gasps, eyes fluttering open and gawping in shock at you. “..Lady Ava? Is that you..?”
“Renee?” Your brow furrows. “What.. what are you doing here?”
“Ah. I was just going for a spa day–mudbaths are all the rage among the undead girls now, you know. It does wonders for rotten skin.” Renee flicks a speck of mud off her cheek. “What are YOU doing here, Lady Ava..? You.. probably shouldn’t be here, to be honest.”

>You shouldn’t be here? What does she mean by that?
>You’re bringing a girl home. With EXTRA meat.
>Gently push her back under the mud. Better avoid getting caught around a zombie.
>[Write-In.]

>>6292779
>You shouldn’t be here? What does she mean by that?
>I've heard rumors of some sort of BEAST about in this forest... Is that what you talk of?

>>6292779
>You’re bringing a girl home. With EXTRA meat.

>>6292779
>You shouldn’t be here? What does she mean by that?

>>6292779
>You shouldn’t be here? What does she mean by that?
>Listen here Renee I'm gonna crush some fat nun puss tonight and the devil help any who get in my way

>>6292785
+1 to phrasing

>>6293219
+1 to deeper meaning

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>You shouldn’t be here? What does she mean by that?
>Listen here Renee I'm gonna crush some fat nun puss tonight and the devil help any who get in my way

“Renee.” You lean in, your voice low. “I’m crushing fat nun puss tonight, devil help any who get in my way–so what do you mean that I ‘shouldn’t be here?’ You were certainly singing another tune during our last meeting.. from what I remember, you sought to keep me for another two rounds, no?”
“Lady Ava!” The zombie blushes (or, as close as dry flesh can approximate a blush). “I didn’t mean it like that, you know.. It’s just.. the monsters here. I don’t recognize them. I don’t think they abide by your command, my lady. You ought to be safe around here, near BROCELIANDE’S edge, but.. any deeper, and the monsters may begin to turn on you.”
It’s not wholly uncommon that you run into a monster that does not recognize your rule–the more simple ones whose base instincts drive them, or defiant ones that deny your ladyship over them. You can still soothe those ones with a few honeyed words. But, in some rare situations, they deny you for someone–or something–stronger..

“I’m not altogether familiar with the situation.” The zombie catches your gaze. “But.. I’m sure you’re aware of the rumors. The beast that lurks about these woods.. it could be something these monsters hold in more high esteem than even you, your ladyship. You may rule the night, but these woods are the beast’s and the beast’s alone. You should be careful.”
“I see..” You grimace. You still very much doubt that there is some magical mythical beast in the woods–but if what this zombie says is true, you could have some competition here. You’ve been where monsters bend the knee to another beside yourself, and you don’t much like it.

“That said, lady, there is something else.. strange, about these woods. I’m sure you may know already, but..” Renee begins, but her voice is cut short.
“Ava?” Mari calls out. You hear her trudge through the swamp after you.

>Quickly! Push the zombie under the mud! You could get another capitalized popup that you’re losing trust points!
>Wait. This could be important. See if you can hear her out.
>[Write-In.]

>>6293271
>Wait. This could be important. See if you can hear her out.
can't have something tarnishing our date

>>6293271
>Quickly! Push the zombie under the mud! You could get another capitalized popup that you’re losing trust points!
Sorry Renee but we NEED this

>>6293271
>Quickly! Push the zombie under the mud! You could get another capitalized popup that you’re losing trust points!
What's the worst that could happen?

>>6293271
>Quickly! Push the zombie under the mud! You could get another capitalized popup that you’re losing trust points!
Kiss her before you do so. We'll make it up to her with a hot date.

>>6293271
>Wait. This could be important. See if you can hear her out.

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>Quickly! Push the zombie under the mud! You could get another capitalized popup that you’re losing trust points!

“I’m afraid I’ll have to cut you short there.” You give the zombie a chaste peck on the cheek. “I’ve bigger fish to fry. With child bearing hips. I’ll make it up to you another time, okay?”
You shove the undead back beneath the mud, the girl but a finger stuck out from the ground now. You might have to look into this “mudbath” thing. You would enjoy more illustrious skin–and you could reuse the mud for WEIRD BEDROOM STUFF.
“Ava? Just wanted to make sure you were still around. This forest.. it’s suffocating.” The nun asks for you as she rounds the brush.. “..What were you doing?”
You turn around, poet shirt sleeves now drenched with grime twigs and leaves entwined in your fingers. “Mari. You’re back!” You try to preserve your aura of mystique and beauty as you wring the muck out of the tail end of your blouse. “I was just.. playing. In the mud.”

“..Okay.” The nun sighs. You lose SOMETHING. Not trust points, but something incalculable and subconscious. ”Shall we continue?”
“Right.”

>Which way do you pass.

>>6293752
Looks like some sort of rape shed up north. Let’s go there.

>>6293752
>Rape shed

>>6293770
>>6293802
+1, I have no better ideas.

>>6293752
>right
a bonfire, like my mike zack games

>>6293752
Bonfire please.

>>6293893
Cue two skeletons having a conversation about dealing with bullshit in their respective military branches, one of them talking about his old bunkmate who smelled like week old blood sausage.

Either that or it’s them with the grumpy one being autistic about a new weapon they found.

>>6293752
>North
There are eyes in the tree trunk up north! Maybe something we can stab...

>>6293752
>north

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>North.

Your journey bids you northward, the marsh dilute beneath your feet as you find purchase on solid ground–dirt becomes tough and cold, ivy grows thick and obstinate. You keep close to the nun as you step through into the heart of the woods, where an ivy-laden home comes into view--though, it's not quite as quiet as one might think a derelict would. You hear the hum of voices and clatter of furniture from inside.

You order the sister to stay back as you approach, rapier in hand, and peer through the window.. where you see a gathering of a few SKELETON GIRLS sitting about a table in the home, exchanging cards and swearing among themselves. You breathe a sigh of relief--you KNOW these monster girls. You play strip poker with them on the first day of the week of every month and occasionally call on them for use as orgy fillers. You'll be fine. The nun, though..

You could stop in to gamble with them. It might be useful to get some pocket money for later on, just in case you run into a salesman in the woods–a bit of pent can go very, very far in this world. But that would entail putting something up for grabs, and without money on hand, you'd need to put collateral on the table–your rapier, or a boot, or your pants..? And the nun may get suspicious at your disappearance. Or you could just pass them by here and avoid any potential loss of pants at the cost of valuable coin.

>What do you do?

>>6294209
>Bet your pants and play 1 game

>>6294209
>Get the nun in on this
Just tell her we're palying for money AND for info on the beast, as a means to ensure safe passage. Make sure to tell the skeletons to help us maintain the ruse, first, of course... pretend we're a human and all that.

>>6294218
+1

>>6294209
>Bet your boots

>>6294209
>>6294218
Oh, and +1 to betting pants first. if we lose, boots are needed for a long walk, but a lack of pants will just help us score.

>>6294209
>>6294218
I bet she plays some good poker
Warn the skeletons to not give away our identity first of course

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>Get the nun in on this
>Just tell her we're palying for money AND for info on the beast, as a means to ensure safe passage. Make sure to tell the skeletons to help us maintain the ruse, first, of course... pretend we're a human and all that.
>Bet your pants and play 1 game

The thought occurs that you might get the nun in on the game. You could get her nun to put collateral on the table in your stead–her cross, or her pants, or even her pants..? You would get to keep your garb and the sister would lose hers, a win-win situation. But this is a tough position you’re in.

You doubt you could convince a devout of the church to play a game with skeletons–no, you doubt you could convince even some low down vagrant to play a game with skeletons. The first and most fundamental rule of the world is that MONSTERS KILL HUMANS–if you really were human, those girls inside that house would throw down their cards and drinks and tear you apart like a hunk of meat.

You may be able to keep those skeletons at bay as their princess, but the nun is a different story–if she saw real monsters kowtow to you, she’d almost certainly catch on to your ruse. You doubt you could much get her to weigh in on the game with that in mind.. but, still, these are expensive pants. Perhaps you could ask for something from her now to put up as collateral, and think up some convincing reasoning for it, or pass the game by to avoid having to ask her to give you her pants.

>What do you do?

>>6294721
>What do you do?
Just bet our pants.

>>6294721
>Bet your boots instead

>>6294721
Bet the pants

>>6294721
Oh man I didn't know human monster relations were that bad
Any amount of interaction would be suspicious here, just move on.

>>6294721
Seems like she'll be suspicious if we go missing for the length of a card game, anyway... Drat.

>Just keep moving

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>Bet the pants.

Okay, fuck it. You need to gamble before your imaginary shoulder devil and imaginary shoulder angel start to have imaginary sex in your head.
“Sister, you should stay outside just a moment.” You bid her a glance over your shoulder, hand on your rapier. “I’ll see what the commotion is about.”
“You’re leaving me here alone again..?” Mari gawps, the forest much more dark than before–each branch a curling claw, each bush a looming shape. “C-couldn’t we just pass this by..?”
“I ought to see if anyone needs help. Trust me–we’re just a bit further to my home now, anyways.” You wave her fear off as you step into the domicile.

The skeleton girls stop in their tracks as you creak the door open, dice clattering against the table and wine glasses clinking against bones.
“L-..Lady Ava?” The skeleton at the table’s front (Letitia’s) jaw drops to the ground. “What on earth are you doing in BROCELIANDE FOREST? It’s not the first, is it..?”
“Ladies.” You greet them. “I know it’s not the first, but care for a quick game? I’d like to get some cash for the road. Pants are on the table.”

It seems the girls have three games set up for a quick round or two, with 20 PENT for you to win (an impressive amount of pent, mind you, though not as much as you’d like for your pants). The first is HIGH ROLL DUEL: you roll a 2d6, a skeleton rolls a 2d6, and whoever rolls highest wins (ties reroll). The second is BLACKJACK: you and a skeleton roll a 1d10, and each round you can opt to roll again or stay–whoever rolls closest to 21 without going over wins. The third is REVOLVER ROULETTE (with a lead bullet, not a silver bullet, so you’ll both be fine either way): You take turns subsequent turns rolling a 1d6, then 1d5, then 1d4, etc. until either you or a skeleton rolls a 1, at which point you shoot yourself in the head and lose.

>HIGH ROLL DUEL.
>BLACKJACK.
>REVOLVER ROULETTE.

>>6295345
>HIGH ROLL DUEL
Seems like the quickest one, and therefore the least time spent leaving the nun waiting.

>>6295345
>HIGH ROLL DUEL.

>>6295345
>REVOLVER ROULETTE.
The shot will sell or cover story for Maria, that we were engaged in a duel.

>>6295345
>REVOLVER ROULETTE.

>>6295345
>BLACKJACK
Cahm ahn baybee show some 21 for a real savage

>>6295345
>REVOLVER ROULETTE.
Been so busy I missed that you were back

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>REVOLVER ROULETTE.

You decide to court the steel end of a handgun with a game of REVOLVER ROULETTE, a not-unpopular game among monsterkind--so long as a silver bullet isn't in the chamber, it's quite the rush to feel a bullet run through your brains! You are no stranger to the game: in fact, you used to play one-woman revolver roulette all the time.

The bullet is in the first chamber. You will begin by rolling a 1d6, then the other a 1d5, then you a 1d4, etc. until one earns a bullet in the skull by rolling a 1. The first dice rolled will be taken.

>Roll a 1d6.

Rolled 3 (1d6)

>>6297202

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Rolled 2 (1d5)

You rest the barrel against your temple and without a moment's hesitation pull the trigger. The hammer falls, the cylinder rolls, and clicks--and your brains remain intact in the cradle of your skull. Your pants stay on.. for now.

You slide the handgun against the rotted table to the skeleton girl, who takes it up and places the barrel in her half-hinged jaw. The bag of bones doesn't flinch as she pulls the trigger.

Rolled 1 (1d4)

>>6297210
WITNESS ME

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>>6297222

>>6297222
nicely done, anon

>>6297222
Didn't know Avalisdal was a Kurt Cobain fan

>>6297222
Didn’t expect it to happen so fast, damn.

>>6297210
What if Ava uses her awesome vampire powers to cheat?

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You watch as with the trigger’s pull, the gun’s cylinder click-clacks against her teeth.. and the girl’s skull remains in tact. Your hand finds ready purchase back on the gun as the girl slides it back across the table over to you. You pick it up–.. four shots, one hot. You’ve got a quarter chance to lose. You like those odds.

“Witness me.” You look the girl in the eyes as you pull the trigger, a smirk on your lips, and pull the trigger asyourbrainslightupwithleadandfireandsplatteragainstthewall.

Your being lies in a puddle of organic matter that spatters the rotten wood mat walls and chairs and table of the house. Your body lies in a pool of moss and blood on the ground.. and, with trembling, quavering effort, begins to pull itself back up on the table, cursing under your breath.

“Fuck. Ow. Ow! Ow.. that hurts..” You groan and wine–the self is the first to return as your mind regenerates, then the sight, then the sound, and then the pain. “Owwwww. Godsdamnit. Just once, I wish that’d work..”
You’re lucky you filled up on pig blood tonics before your night out–the regeneration process can be lengthy without some blood in your system. You still hate the process, though.. itchy and painful.
“You know the rules, Ava.” Teresa, your opponent, twirls the gun in her hands. “Give me the pants. What are those? Rouge-Milan? Looks expensive. Like a human made ‘em.”
“Why should you care? Your bony ass doesn’t even fit in them..” You grumble as you begin to undo the front lace. “Great going winning that game, by the way. Nice strategy. Lots of plans rattling around in that brain of yours, I’m sure..”
“You’re always such a sore loser, Ava.” The skeleton rolls her eye sockets. “Just give me the pants. You can win them back next month if you’re gonna be such a baby about it.”

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[...]

“Avalsidal..!” The nun gasps as you step out from the house, step a bit shaky. “Are you okay..?! You were in there for quite some time. I heard that gunshot. What happened? You.. I.. where are your pants?”
“Hmprgh.” You make a noise unbefitting a vampire of your stature, trying to shake the frustration of your loss. You don’t mind dropping your pants in front of nuns–it’s just that you prefer to be the one making that decision.

>Let’s just get out of here.
>Ask her to give some of the fabric off her habit. You want nun pants.
>There was an ugly fight in there. Don’t worry about it.
>Lost them in a game of revolver roulette with a skeleton.
>[Write-In.]

>>6297396
>There was an ugly fight in there. Don’t worry about it.
>Ask her to give some of the fabric off her habit. You want nun pants.
We can still get something out of this!

>>6297396
>Lost them in a game of revolver roulette with a skeleton.
>Ask her to give some of the fabric off her habit. You want nun pants.

>>6297396
>Lost them in a game of revolver roulette with a skeleton.

>>6297396
>Ask her to give some of the fabric off her habit. You want nun pants.

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>Lost them in a game of revolver roulette with a skeleton.
>Ask her to give some of the fabric off her habit. You want nun pants.

“Lost a game of revolver roulette with a skeleton.” You grumble.
“Lost a.. what..?” The nun’s brow furrows. She seems to take that claim for reticence on your part. “Oh. You don’t want to talk about it, then..?”

“No. It was bad.” You examine your figure in the sheen of your rapier. You ought to get out more, pick up fencing again–you’re pudging up a little around your rear section. The blood tonics you quaff will do that.

“Hey, you mind slipping a little fabric off your gown for me? It looks like you’ve got some to spare–unless you don't mind me wandering around pantsless with you.”
“Uh.. well–..” The nun looks between her habit and your VAMPIRE LEGS. “Alright..”

[...]

You’re lucky you got yourself such a pushover of a lady of the cloth. She offers a bit of fabric from a layer beneath her habit for you to put together some half-decent pantaloons to wear (with a dash of magic to take form).
The forest closes all about in a thick brush too unwieldy to bring the nun through, and a path northward seems to be the only one you could take from this house. You could go that way, or backtrack to a path not taken.

>Which path do you take?

>>6297819
Aw, I was hoping it would leave her MORE exposed.

>North, towards the statue.

>>6297819
North

>>6297819
>North
Why does the nun have to be such a pushover? I wanted pantsless Ava on the minimap!

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>North.

Your sojourn carries you north, the skeleton’s gambling den slipping into the brush as you press onward through BROCELIANDE FOREST. You ought to be closing in on your home, the MISERICORDE, about now–the spires of your tower should be piercing the tree line just ahead. You soon enough find another clearing, small stone steps piercing through the grass and leading up to what appears to be a SHRINE.

A weathered stone statue of a holy woman looms over you, in garb not unlike what the sister behind you wears: a CHURCH CORPUS SHRINE, it seems, a flowers and moss gnarled statue long forgotten by its devotees. You never quite learnt to distinguish the tenets of all the many religions of humankind, but even you are familiar with the CHURCH CORPUS, the dominant body of faith for the capitol.

You have had several run-ins with the monster hunting arm of the faith, the CHOIR, led by their wicked CHOIRMASTERS–though, the choir’s “monster hunting” is a pretense in service of their true goal of conducting experiments on your kind. You have seen their attempts to elevate humans to the level of monsters, and it is never a pleasant sight. The low-level brick and mortar practitioners like Sister Marilia are not beholden to such secrets.

“Ah–a statue to OUR LADY OF AGONY.” The nun bows her head and clasps her hands. “How sad to see it forgotten..”
“Woah, these pants are really warm.” You adjust the hem of your new NUN PATHS. They’re a half-decent fit, a little breezy. And they smell like lavender. “Thanks!”
“..Right.” Marilia shoots you a look.

>Ask about her faith.
>Make a pass at her.
>Press her to continue on.
>[Write-In.]

>>6298454
>Ask about her faith.

>>6298454
>Make a pass at her.

>>6298454
>Ask about her faith.

>>6298467
Let's earn some trust back, first.

>>6298454
>Ask about her faith.
>"So, how exactly did you come to join the cloth, Sister Marilia?"

>>6298489
Look in your heart and you know Ava would make a pass and then slap her ass

>>6298454
>Ask about her faith.
It wouldn't hurt to inquire a little about our new meal before we go through with eating her. Plus us acting interested in her faith might restore some of her lost trust in us.

>>6298454
>Make a pass at her.
>>6298467
nice

>>6298454
>Ask about her faith.
Not the right time for a pass lads

>>6298814
why not ?

>>6298908
Because I couldn't handle the cringe if we do it now

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“Hmmm.” You definitely get the sense that in the throes of prayer is NOT the right time to slap the nun’s ass. You may strike up some smalltalk while she supplicates, though. “..I never was much of a believer, to tell you the truth, sister. You mind teaching me a little about the CORPUS CHURCH?”
“Oh, you’re not of the faith? You know, that’s quite rare nowadays–you don’t meet many in the capitol who don’t fall into at least a schism.” Mari’s tone is more inquisitive than indignant. “It’s.. to put it simply, we worship the UNFATHOMABLE, a great, unknowable entity of divine power. But, well.. ‘worship’ isn’t quite the right word. The church seeks to make it known–to study and understand the kind of power that even monsters shrink from in the form of its cross idols and symbology. In that sense, the CORPUS CHURCH is sometimes more of a college than a faith. We believe it sleeps in the moon, which is a kind of egg, though I know of a schism that believes it sleeps beneath us, in a great chasm..”

“That’s the most you’ve said all evening, sister.” You whistle. “You buy into all of that yourself?”
“Oh, well..” The nun glances to the ground. “I mean.. of course. There are a few proven truths to the UNFATHOMABLE that I can’t deny–especially its power over monsters. It’s just that the dogma isn’t quite the reason I took up the cloth. I grew up in a church orphanage like SAINT TEPES’ myself, and I saw the good it did for children. I wanted to put in what I took out, so I dedicated myself to the faith once I came of age. I think it’s been good for me, and I like taking care of the kids.. though, with children disappearing, and rumors of the beast sweeping into the capitol by night..”
Her face falls. You must say, you didn’t expect her faith to be so insubstantial–most of the cloth are firm adherents of the church. How cute that her reasons are so virtuous and pure-hearted.

>You’d better go. You don’t want to stick around in one place too long, and you’re not far from your home.
>Tell her something about yourself, so that you might ingratiate yourself better with her.
>Attempt to cheer her up.
>Tell her something true about yourself.
>[Write-In.]

>>6299271
>Attempt to cheer her up.
Don't worry, we're an accomplished duelist, we'll hunt that beast down at the next opportunity.

Might even be true, from what we were told on the way that beast is usurping our authority.

>>6299271
>Tell her something true about yourself.

>>6299271
>Tell her something true about yourself.

>>6299284
+1

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>Attempt to cheer her up.
>Tell her something true about yourself.

“You know, I grew up with many younger siblings myself. I found myself stepping in to take care of them often, and I found it quite fulfilling.. if exhausting.” You muse. It is said the greatest lies sow kernels of truth. “It's a wonder I grew up with all my fingers intact the way my baby brother would bite. We’re.. not so close nowadays, but I’d still stop at nothing to protect him and his ilk. I suppose you and I aren’t wholly unlike in that sense, sister.”
“Well, I definitely know how you feel. I’ve got bite marks, too.” Mari shudders. You get the feeling the kids she takes care of don’t have sharp teeth, but you neglect to point that out. “That’s the nice thing about children, I suppose. They lose that energy as they grow up. Well, I could do without the biting, though. If there were something I could do for them.. even against the beast..”

“I’m quite the master duelist, you know.” You roll the pommel of your rapier along your palm. “Believe you me–if this beast is real, I will have its head. It’s nothing for you to worry about.”
“..Of course.” She smiles weakly, standing and dusting her knees off. “Shall we be off? Your home has to be near now, Avalsidal, right?”
“By now, yes. BROCELIANDE FOREST is not that great a wood. We’re close to the edge of it by my measure.” You shrug. “It’s a good thing, too–the moon is starting to grow high, and that’s when dangerous monsters begin roaming..”

As the sister moves ahead, you spot a book on the ground left behind after her prayer–it appears to have slipped from her habit as she kneeled. It’s very small, enough to fit in a pocket, but it exudes a strange kind of aura. You feel a strange kind of repulsion about it.. perhaps her bible? The devotees of her faith seldom carry around holy books, though.. You get an off feeling about this.

>Pick up and observe the book.
>Point out to Mari that she dropped something.
>Leave it be.
>[Write-In.]

>>6299875
>Pick up and observe the book.
Forbidden grimoire?

>>6299875
>Point out to Mari that she dropped something.
Could be monster-repelling magic.

>>6299875
>Pick up and observe the book.

>>6299875
>>Pick up and observe the book.
Woah, maybe its her diary and shes got her forbidden romance dreams in it.

>>6299875
>Pick up and observe the book.

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You–very slowly, with care–approach the book on the ground, footsteps imperceptible as you near the black tome. Your mind wanders.. a holy book, most likely, or an orphanage pamphlet on cheap vellum. You just need to quell your curiosity and find out for sure. You kneel and pick it up from off the ground, turning it over in your hands and reading the cover.
LOVE BY MOONLIGHT by the author P.P. Kaye is a lascivious forbidden love story between man and monster caught between the crosshairs of the church and hunters. Can woman and beast find love beneath the light of the full moon? Can Imogen pierce Aragorn’s heart before a silver bullet? Can Aragorn fit his–.. well, you don’t need to read that part.

It appears to be a book about monster/human romance–no, smut–from the capitol. You hear these kinds of books are all too common among humans despite the church’s efforts to burn them en masse–more illegal on paper than in practice, they’re most commonly found in the purses of noblewomen about town.
You slowly cast your gaze from the book’s cover to the nun, and then to the cover, and then to the nun. There’s no way. She probably found this in the library or on the street and saw fit to destroy it. It’s heretical, after all. A woman of the cloth with erotica like this? No way. No way. Noooo way.

You try to stay the wicked smile that grows on your lips.

>Keep it, but keep it secret.
>Leave it where you found it.
>Offer her her book back.
>[Write-In.]

>>6300156
>>[Write-In.]
Check for pages with a corner folded, her favorite pages. They probably have some lines she'd like to hear.

Then sneakily drop it behind her and point it out after we've gone through it.

>>6300156
>[Write-in.]
Check for pages with a corner folded, read them, then offer the nun her book back.

I think we’d get better results if she knows that we know that she’s reading that kind of thing.

>>6300158
+1

>>6300156

>>6300156
>Keep it, but keep it secret.
It'll be more effective if we reveal it at the right moment

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>Check for pages with a corner folded, her favorite pages. They probably have some lines she'd like to hear.
>Then sneakily drop it behind her and point it out after we've gone through it.

You leaf through the book more out of curiosity than sadism (though some sadism certainly plays into it). You hear that most monsters can’t stand these sorts of books: gutter tripe made to appease humans' wanton lust that get everything about monsterkind wrong. You can’t say you much disagree from just a cursory scan over the pages. The book features a few folded corners, curiously enough..

[“Aragorn,” she whispered, and his name in her voice was a benediction, a tether from his instincts to his heart. “You are shadow and flame, but you are not alone. Not while I breathe.”
His heart thundered, not with the savage rhythm of the hunt but with a tenderness he had almost forgotten he could feel. The forest itself seemed to exhale, and in that breathless moment, he pressed his brow against hers. The world narrowed to the warmth of her skin, the rhythm of her breath, the fragile yet unyielding courage that emanated from her very being.
“I can be your moon,” she murmured, “the light that makes the dark of your world bearable.”]
Oough–flowery, romantic sap. You’re familiar enough with pick-up lines of that nature. The scenes are quite unusual, though.. the vast majority of the marked pages are not debauched scenes of dripping flesh and roiling bodies, but quiet moments of repose in between, in which the woman holds the head of the wolf in her lap and soothes his angst. The tender quietude of two in love, one suffering, one comforting.

Of course, that’s only the vast majority of the marked pages–a few are just as much as what one might think to get out of junk like this. The sexy pages generally focus on the way the wolf tries to be gentle about the woman, dark claws sinking into soft flesh. You make mental note of this.

“Oops.” You drop the book onto the ground. The sister glances back to see it on the ground between yourself and her. “Looks like you dropped something, sister. What is that? A book?”
“OH–! Uh–.. yes!” Mari swipes the thing up from off the ground at almost absurd speed and tucks it back into her habit. “Oops. Silly me. Thank you, Avalsidal. Um–did you see what it was?”
“..Your bible?” You tilt your head.
“Y-.. well.. No.” She mutters, averting her eyes from yours. “I mean, it’s.. just something I need to get rid of.”

Holy shit, it’s definitely hers.

>Drop a line out of the book.
>Let her be. Pretend you’ve no clue what the book is about.
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>>6300719
>Drop a line out of the book.

>>6300719
>Drop a line out of the book.

>>6300719
>Let her brle. Pretend you've no clue what the book is about.
"There's a time and place for everything. Now is not the time!"

May I remind you all we're still in the hole trustwise.

>>6300762
+1

>>6300719

>>6300719
>Let her be. Pretend you’ve no clue what the book is about.

>>6300762
>May I remind you all we're still in the hole trustwise.
weak sauce, anon.

>>6300719
>Let her be. Pretend you’ve no clue what the book is about.

>>6300762
is right, timing is key.

>>6300824
We have to lure her into laying her head in our lap, like the wolf in the story.

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>Let her be. Pretend you’ve no clue what the book is about.

“Oh, I see.” You offer the nun a shrug, hands on the back of your head. “..You must have an out-of-date old tract, then? The church is always amending their dogma.. I could never much stand keeping up with it all. ”
“R..right.” Mari’s shoulders seem to ease as you “write it off” for her.
“Well, let’s be off, then.” You give her a smile as you proceed ahead of her, hand at rest on your rapier–know your enemy, know his sword. You’ve got a half-decent grip on the nun now, and you may be able to get more than a half-decent grip on her with that knowledge later.

[...]

Your trek bears you deeper and deeper into the woods, brush closing up around you, branches scraping lightly at your arms. You feel a strange kind of.. you don’t know how to describe it. The night has worn on longer than you thought it would, meeting up with that undead and dancing with those skeletons. The forest should be fading, giving way to the domicile of your tower.
And yet.. the forest carries on, stretching, morphing, growing darker, yet darker. The canopy of leaves cloud the stars as branches pierce the sky. You flew over BROCELIANDE FOREST from your tower to the capitol, whereupon you got a good lay of the land yourself. You know the forest is not that large. So why does it seem so immense? Is it growing? Breathing?

The warm buzz of blood has begun to fade from your head, and a familiar numbness takes its place–with it comes the faculty to assess your situation. The forest should be thinning. The sky should not be so dark. The nun should be in your bedroom by now. So, why..?
“..Where is your home, Avalsidal?” Mari cuts through your thoughts into you. The nun’s face is fearful still, of course, but something else now–.. accusatory. “I thought you said it was just over this knoll.”

>Turn back from where you came.
>Attempt to get a better lay of the land. Fly up.
>Attempt to explain yourself to the nun.
>[Write-In.]

>>6301243
>Turn back from where you came.
Something's wrong. We must be turned around. We should be home by now. We can even say as much! Forgive us our faults, O Sister.

>>6301243
>[Write-In.]
"We should be there by now. The forest isn't usually like this. Could this be the work of THE BEAST?" (Or an enemy Stand.)

>>6301336
+1

>>6301243
>Attempt to get a better lay of the land. Fly up

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>"We should be there by now. The forest isn't usually like this. Could this be the work of THE BEAST?" (Or an enemy Stand.)

“..We should be there by now.” You frown, cutting the hem of a branch from your path as you continue leading the way north. “The forest isn’t typically like this. I wonder.. could this be the work of the BEAST..?”
“I.. I don’t think a beast can make a forest grow, Avalsidal.” You may not be able to see her face, but you feel her gaze burning holes into the back of your skull. You lose 1 TRUST POINT. “Please don’t tell me we’re lost.”

“Bah. Lost? No. I could just..” You pause. You’d better not tell her you can fly. “If I found a good vantage point, I could make out my home. It’s quite tall. Let’s just.. keep on, for now. I may have made a slight misjudgment, but we’ll be out of it if we press on.”
You feel the brush grow more and more thick, boots falling uneven into moss and leaf, the nun’s breath catching behind you as you cut your way through the path–until, with a sudden, great swing, you loose a branch to an opening and step through.

“Aha..!” You release a sigh of relief. “..Here. This must be the way out–any deeper and we’d be on the coast by now, surely..”
You step through the opening. A clearing in the forest gives way to a field of flowers–beautiful, pale white petals dancing in the breeze, gently lilting up toward the FLOWER MOON. This place..
“Oh, my. Flowers? I didn’t know there was a flower field in BROCELIANDE.. I’ve never even seen flowers like these..” The nun murmurs. “It’s quite the sight..! Is this where you meant to take me?.. Ava? Ava?”
Her voice draws you out of it. “Oh–uh.. Sorry. Thought we were somewhere else for a second..” You shake your head. “No. This.. still isn’t right. And.. something’s coming. I hear it.”

“What? I can't hear anything.” The nun gawps. “And what do you mean 'something'?”

>Hide.
>Draw your sword.
>Run.
>[Write-In.]

>>6301661
>Draw your sword.

>>6301661
>Draw your sword.
Dang lady you hit me with a lost trust point only for it to show up immediately after. VINDICATION

>>6301661
>Draw your sword.
Time to earn back those TRUST POINTs.

>>6301661
>Draw your sword
Why must the world obstruct us in our holy quest

>>6301661
>Run.

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>Draw your sword.

“Stick close.” You draw your black rapier from your side–long, dark, slender, an heirloom of your family. “And do not scream.”
The nun’s face runs pale as she grabs your shoulder, ducking behind you in an attempt to hide her much larger mass behind your much smaller frame. You scan the horizon–all about you, white petals dancing in the air, black trees looming just behind..
The thing seems to take shape out of the flowers, a pale being bounding into the field and kicking up flowers about it. Its speed is dizzying, so much so that even you have trouble following it. A GREAT, WHITE WOLF–one of the largest you’ve ever seen–courses through the field in a sprint before kicking up flowers as it drags itself to a halt.

Is that..?” The nun’s trembling fingers tighten on your shoulder.
You eye it, blade at the ready. You can’t say you’ve fought anything of its breadth, but your breath remains calm and your grip remains steady. You have fought the country’s best before. You consider yourself among the best swordstresses of the night. You can put down some stray mutt. You need not worry.
The wolf eyes you and the nun, its gaze indescribable as it begins to pad along the field slowly–seemingly trying to circle you, perhaps? A wild animal, or a monster..? You can’t quite discern its true nature. Regardless.. you still feel some strange tickle onthe back of your neck. The uneasy feeling that something is wrong.

>Make the first move. Your first stroke will be decisive.
>Slowly back up and retreat. You may be strong, but you’ve never fought while protecting some squishy human before.
>Call to it. Attempt some interaction before you make a decision.
>Flirt(???).
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>>6302151
>Call to it. Attempt some interaction before you make a decision.

>>6302151
>Call to it. Attempt some interaction before you make a decision.
We can't flirt. Not only might it be male, but it reminds me too much of our brother.

>>6302151
>Call to it. Attempt some interaction before you make a decision.

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>Call to it. Attempt some interaction before you make a decision.

“..Hello?” You call out to the hound without waver. “We mean you no harm. We just mean to pass through..”
“What are you doing..?!” The nun whispers, her voice somewhere between panic, confusion, and frustration. “Why on earth are you trying to talk to it?”

The wolf’s eyes pass over the pair of you–easing over the treeline, passing the nun, and coming to rest on you.
It gives a few tentative whiffs at the air before, with a low growl from the back of its throat, its black lips twist back into a snarl. It begins to pad toward you–slowly, but deliberately, pressing your limits.

“Ava..! It’s coming!” Mari presses you, her grip on the back of your shirt white knuckle tight now.
“Urgh..” You grimace. Why is it mad at you? If anything, the nun here would be the easier meal.. probably tastier, too.

>Attempt to defend yourself.
>Flee.
>Flirt(???).
>[Write-In.]

>>6302675
>Attempt to defend yourself.
This is how we score nun puss.

>>6302675
>Attempt to defend yourself.

>>6302675
>>Attempt to defend yourself.

>>6302675
>Flirt(???).

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>Attempt to defend yourself.

Your trace circles in the air with your rapier as your body tenses–muscles tightening beneath your vestment, eyeing the wolf with darting precision. You aren’t quite at your usual yet–not while there’s blood in your veins–but you’ve enough sobriety to handle a dog, surely..?
The wolf.. is this really just some wild animal? The only beasts you know to reach such immensity are monsters–but there’s a baseness about the eyes and a lowness of form such that you still aren’t sure. You can only say for certain it seems intent on tearing your throat out.
“Ach–..” You wince, a strange burning sensation taking in your chest and arms. You pick up on a low murmur from behind you–the nun, praying. It’s not enough to seriously hurt, but it’ll certainly put a damper on things..

>Go at it from on high, for precise blow at its head.
>Attack its legs, so that you might cripple it.
>Go for a blitz, and try to attack it from behind.
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>>6303340
>Go at it from on high, for precise blow at its head.
Dang it is one chonky boi

>>6303340
>Go for a blitz, and try to attack it from behind.
We can't be seen flying.

>>6303340
>Attack its legs, so that you might cripple it.