>>6393159
>The Holy Sword (Not all treasure is worth keeping. Someone's going to be missing this.)
Let them come.

>>6393159
>Rock Bottom (Alone, unarmed, naked and hungry. Rock bottom in the middle of the desert.)
Hype hype hype

>>6393159
>The Holy Sword (Not all treasure is worth keeping. Someone's going to be missing this.)
The Blade of Okran... ours...

>>6393159
>>Rock Bottom (Alone, unarmed, naked and hungry. Rock bottom in the middle of the desert. )
The true way.
Also BEEP

Rolled 1 (1d2)

Anyone else for tie break? 1 sword 2 bottom

>>6393159
Damn, too late. Best way to get swole desu
>The Slave (Just another slave working in the pits digging rocks and metal to build a pointless statue.)

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>>6393160
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>>6393244

It was a hot day, more than usual.

You decided to stick to your routine.

Woke up, went to the bar in the middle of nowhere. Best alcohol is usually there. You can get drunk all you want and nobody is gonna rob you or suddenly be in the middle of a fight because someone though they were being looked at the wrong way and now we need to fight to the death even if you just there to drink some cactus rum.

Yup. None of that. Just drink, sleep, drink and maybe eat something why not.

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What you didn't expect, was to be so drunk that you actually went wandering around in the desert. It was dark and the wind was strong so you lost your way back. You saw some lights, lanterns flickering against the wind.

You found yourself on a battlefield. Or rather, the part that follows after both sides are decimated and too bloody to continue fighting. Corpses, pieces of armor and broken blades were scattered throughout the blood-stained sand. The light from moons helped as you wandered through the butchery. You heard moaning from the piles of bodies but were quickly cut short to the wind and sand blasting one another.

You would've made a decent amount of money with all these parts and equipment but you could barely keep your feet on the ground from all the rum.

You don't remember much, one of the advantages of being very drunk, which you very much enjoy.

But this is something you cannot get off your head. It was as if the moons themselves decided to guide you to this blade sticking on a sand hill. It seemed to be calling out to you...

You stumbled forward and climbed the hill. You stood still gripping on the handle of the blade. You remember pulling and pulling. Lifting your shoulders and arms almost about to fall until... Until the blade was free. It cut through the wind and sand. It rose to the air almost trying to escape your hands and touch the sky. It felt good.

Until, it wasn't. You were drunk. Keeping balance was a hard thing to do already but now holding a piece of metal almost as tall as a man...

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The sand as always being as hard as rock, you stood up slowly cursing and looking what made you fall. Right, the sword's sheath. Pale. Metallic. Strange. Hard to understand. You sheathed the blade as best as you could but on the corner of your eye...

You saw them. Figures. Shadows. Watching. Talking. Looking. Lights dancing in the distance slowly approaching. There was yelling. Moaning from the bodies scattered. Someone pointed at you. Then they all began to do so.

You ran. You ran as fast as you could until your lungs started to burn and then you ran some more. The blade dragged behind you kicking off any rock that dared cross its path.

You woke up to a pounding headache, a burning sensation on your legs and chest. You want to puke but rather not, you feel terrible already.

The cracked celling allowed the sun to enter fully into the house. Somehow you managed to end up inside a house, or rather, the ruins of one.

Didn't took you long to figure it out. You somehow managed to return to The Hub. Had to be, there's no village or town standing nearby unless you want to

The Hub was a "disputed" location by several factions, some held it for a week.. others for months.. eventually, they all leave. Nobody ever holds this place for much longer. Used to be a trading outpost but now is just some very impressive ruins.

It was the perfect spot for criminals, convicts, escaped slaves, and useless nobodies like you. Suddenly, your gaze made a sharp turn. You were still holding it. The sword. Your sword.

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Did you.. Did you really run into town with this? Even though there are walls and gates, nobody patrols the hub, there are no police or samuraii to keep it safe. But still, there's always someone watching.. Someone must have seen you dragging this massive blade. It won't be long before the others get jealous.. for there is one thing that is in abundance in The Hub it is ego, ambition, and the desperate need to survive, even if you have to kill the person standing next to you..

But what to do.. You had to decide and quickly. Its still early in the day.

Hide the sword, but someone will find it. No matter how difficult you made a hiding spot, once the locals started asking the kind of questions that ended with a chopped-off hand, secrets don't stay secret for long.. specially if the people who saw you steal the blade come to town asking questions...

And besides.. the thieves guild is working here.. they will find it no trouble.. Or will they? They barely pay attention to the "Hubbers," a derogatory term for the weakling scum that actually lives here.

Or.. on the other hand, you could choose to wear it... This is YOUR sword.. Yeah, you are no sword master.. You don't have training or know anything about weapons.. or fighting.. or how to hold the weighted hilt.. but it is YOUR sword at the end of the day.
This place is filled starving creatures and escaped slaves, nobody is actually strong enough to take it from you. There is no hiding this sword. That is for sure, these houses have nothing but dust and sand left.. and your clothes are barely hanging together as they are

>Hide the sword
>Carry the sword

>>6393257
>Sell the sword to the Thieves guild

>>6393257
>Carry the sword
Realistically speaking we're gonna have to fuck off to the swamp or the Sheklands anyway.

>>6393257
>Carry the sword
Is it still the standard weapon?

>>6393262
Sheklands is easiser to survive so long as we don't get unlucky enough to get caught by a fucking spider while we are in a coma whenever we get beat up by some roaming shek. Just gotta get lucky and don't lose a limb so we don't bleed out.

>>6393257
>Carry the sword
"Live by the sword, get beat the fuck up really badly a bunch of times by starving goofy fuckers and also some dogs and also what the fuck is that giant thing that just came out of the fucking sand holy shit holy SHIT but then you get back up real quick so your Toughness score skyrockets hell YEAH by the sword."

>>6393266
>standard
There are multiple ones, it can be an Edgewalker 1 2 or 3. I hope it's a 3

>>6393260
they would rather not pay you and kill you for it, the killing comes for free

>>6393266
All you can tell is that you have never seen anything like it before.

>>6393262
>>6393266
>>6393269
writing

>>6393262
>the swamp or the Sheklands
idk about you guys, but the Leviathan Coast was always my favorite region in the game, so I'm hoping that we'll eventually make that our base. Nice and far away from the troubles of everywhere else, along with water and good fertility to boot.

>>6393303
The problem is we are literally a nobody scrub who needs to train up first and get a buddy so we don't bleed out to death or something. Otherwise, I do agree.

>>6393257
>Carry the sword
The border zone is a good location to lay low. Just keep to the hub, help restore parts of it and become somewhat of an unofficial ruler of the place.

>>6393443
>The border zone is a good location to lay low
It's pretty obvious this quest is a little bit more "realistic" than the game, so we'd probably just get shanked by the Thieves Guild or some other dude.

Dude needs to train so he can actually wield the Nodachi.

>>6393443
I mean the thieves guild would shank anyone. Honor amongst thieves unless you pay the membership fee and show you're serious business.

Yeah, this is your sword. YOUR sword. They are gonna find out anyways if they don't know already.

You look through the house and to your surprise manage to find something of value, a torn and rotten mattress. You tear it to pieces and quickly put it together into straps and ropes for the blade. The headache comes again to remind you that you need to drink water. Accompanied by a gurgling in your stomach telling you not to drink rum ever again. You pay no attention to your body, as usual, and head on outside.

The sun glares at you making you flinch as you adjust your eyes to the city. Collapsed buildings...Broken streets and the usual boulders that were once a great statue to a great person who's no longer alive and you not care for anyhow.

You pick a side and walk on while you think on what to do.

This place is not safe. It never has now that more and more escaped slaves are coming down south. It's only a matter of time until they realize there is nothing to eat and nowhere to go, and then decide to come together into yet another band of starving bandits. But where to go? You don't know much about where is where. But you have seen a map before the few times you shared a drink with explorers and scouts.

You could always just go outside, find a distant bar, and drink on as usual but now that you think on it, you don't really have money to pay for a drink. Unless you sell the sword, that is.

As quickly as the thought came, it quickly went away when you realized that you were being watched.

You continue walking down the torn and shattered road but the sudden movement on the corner of your eye still makes you nervous. You may not have a talent for fighting, or shooting, or even working, but your stay in the Hub has trained your senses enough to know that someone is paying attention to you and that maybe you should shut up and not tell more jokes before your face is smashed in. And that someone... or rather, by the very faint footsteps, those someone's are following you now.

Now you remember: The Hub has few buildings left standing. Seems that with each occupation they decide to bring a building down; eventually the walls will have to go down if it continues like this. But things are not as bad enough that you cannot lose a few by going through the buildings and losing them in the nest of dilapidated alleys that makes The Hub.

You smile to yourself. This is too easy. You jump between the buildings.

The massive sword slaps your back merciless each time you make a sharp turn into the alleys, its going to leave some bruises. The footsteps are more louder now. You need to continue dodging them until you can reach the gates. And then.. But that never happens.

You quickly realize that a combination of hangover, terrible sleep and a lack of coordination has led you into a dead end as you bump into a cracked wall.

"Nowhere to run, now.. Malco seen you last night run in with some stuff..."

You spin around. Stepping out of a rusted fence, you see a group of white shirts, ragged pants and sunken cheeks. Starving bandits prospects if you ever seen it.
One of them steps forward, his face a mess of patchy stubble and his eyes seem dead but there's an aggressive look burning on his young roughed face.

"Give us everything you got, old man.. we let you walk out with just a beating." He sneers, glancing the others behind him "Told you he had no fucking idea where he was running.. "

They don't wait for an answer. Like bone dogs when they smell a meal, they begin to circle, closing the distance. You have a feeling that words are not gonna help you here.

So, this is it. You expected this to happen, your hand naturally grabs the weighted handle. This is your moment.

>roll 1d100 to flash the sword

>>6393474
>>6393464
>>6393404
>>6393303

Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>6393493
Rolling highest or lowest?

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>6393493

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>6393493

Okran has spoken, it's a roll under quest...right?
>Narko laughs at us, it's a roll high quest