ANTON PEAS: That's your name, don’t wear it out! Whisked away by a cult ritual gone wrong to a fantasy land shrouded in perpetual darkness, it’s safe to say your life has gotten a LOT more interesting as of late.
Sure, you’ve got a few new friends to back you up: TZAH-TZIE: a spinner of songs, stories, and shenanigans, VOLKA: gentle giant and Grand Marshall of THE LAMPLIGHTERS: a volunteer group working to keep the city safe, MOROOK: a big-eyed bushman you managed to spring free of a cult base and Volka’s adopted brother, and REZALITH: a feisty fiend who decided to rush off on her own due to… well…
Look, things have gotten hairy, okay? Barely surviving an all-you-can-eat buffet of close calls during a raid on one of the infamous SPICE CARTEL’S casinos, you immediately turned your attention towards preventing a summoning ritual by THE CULT OF THE BURROWER: a group of conspirators aiming to take over the world by any means necessary… including summoning DEMONS!
During your cross-country trek, however, you were visited in your dreams by an unfamiliar voice asking for your aid! The request?
”LORDS… END….”
Every inch of your being hopes they aren’t talking about THE FOUR LORDS that rule ZORAL, but you have a habit of being wrong these days! Still, it’s either be a hero or cough up 20,000 BELLS for a lead on how to get home… and that doesn’t even begin to address the fact that you inadvertently entered a contract with a devil upon being summoned!
Oh, and did you mention your ex-girlfriend LIZ apparently found her way here? Yea, you’re not gonna be buying any lottery tickets any time soon, THAT’S for sure…
Trudging through slush and muck to an Inn that owes you a well-deserved reward, THIS is where your tale continues…
https://youtu.be/1lR8VLt1Xlk
>>6255714 (OP)Back by unpopular demand, it’s DARK QUEST! Check out a few resources before we get this party started:
>Archive link to catch up with the last thread:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Dark%20Quest
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>Character and Other Info compiled by everyone’s favorite Spinner… Work in Progress!https://pastebin.com/YKhP6xCt
Rolls are handled by a 1(or more)d100--I take the BEST OF THREE ROLLS! 1’s are CRITFAILS while 100’s are CRITSUCCESSES! Certain boosts and maluses will be applied based on the situation and existing skills.
PLEASE ONLY 1 VOTE/ROLL PER PLAYER! If it’s exceptionally slow I’ll ask for people to roll again!
Describing your actions, write-ins, and GENERAL CREATIVITY are all APPRECIATED AND REWARDED--we like to keep things LIGHT and CHILL here, so come on in and have some fun!
DISCLAIMER: THIS QUEST IS DARK. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
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“Snack?”
Monotone though it may be, the sudden question rouses you from a stupor you didn’t know you were in! Jerking your head upright, you find yourself crunching along a frost-flaked path behind a familiar pair of yellow eyes…
The ones currently keeping pace with you, however, dwarf Volka’s by a long shot! Morook, you mutter, surprising yourself with how sleepy you sound, b-beg your pardon, bud?
Your answer comes in the form of a bouquet of unfamiliar aromas creeping into your nostrils: fresh-cut grass… pine nuts… and syrup?
“We’ve been traveling for some time now,” Begins the Chytree in a warm, but matter-of-fact tone, “But there’s plenty of path between us and our destination. Better keep your strength up.”
Right, you think as you graciously take the trail treat from Morook’s claw, THE FAR-THROW INN. One of your first stops upon arriving in Zoral, actually! Was pretty darn comfy aside from the surprise assassin attack.
“I wonder how many bells they’ll have for us when we get there? Hoo HOO, I can hardly wait!”
Oh, that’s where Tzah-Tzie went! Perched atop Volka’s ample shoulder like a bird on a branch, the spritely songstress provides your journey with some much-needed musical accompaniment. Noticing your gaze, she meets it with a cheeky smile and a wink that sets your heart aflutter… but only for a moment.
You never thought you’d miss having Rezzie around, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss the devious little devil. She knew where you were headed and had a penchant for tracking you down in the past, but even with those facts fresh in your mind and the reassurances TT gave you a few nights ago, you can’t help but worry about the haughty hellion.
… and Liz... whoof.
Though your mind is occupied to capacity, Morook’s guidance keeps you on what you assume is the optimal path… still, it isn’t long before the frost at your feet fades and you come to…
>A rushing waterfall with a pool at its base…
>The yawning mouth of a cave on the side of a hill…
>A sweet-scented grove in the middle of the woods…
>An abandoned hut next to a trickling brook…
>>6255717>A sweet-scented grove in the middle of the woods…Ah, we're back, is good.
Is it weird if i wish there was still some extra time until the next thread so I didn't feel as strongly about Anton's actions?
>>6255714 (OP)Huh. I somehow don't remember the
>”LORDS… END….”bit and cant' ctrl+f it anywhere in the archive. When was that again?
>>6255717>A sweet-scented grove in the middle of the woods…Welcome back, QM.
>>6255717>A sweet-scented grove in the middle of the woods…
>>6255725>>6255730>>6255737Hheheheh... yes.... we are so BACK
>GROVE STREETWriting! Man I missed typing that!
>>6255725>spoilerYES YOU NEED TO GET OVER IT IMMEDIATELY RIGHT NOW! Nah really bro no rush at all. I know Anton's still a spicy boy for what he did
>>6255730Last thread, actually! Right after the train crash!
You continue on your trek for a few hours as Morook guides you down an admittedly-steep shortcut and out from the mountain you didn’t even know you were on. You’d like to say it’s gotten easier to traverse the darkness, but Morook, well… that guy’s on a whole other level!
Speaking of, after tripping over a branch and tumbling halfway down the mountain like a loose rock, your stinging sinuses get some relief from the brisk, dry air when they’re instead met with…
… sweetness. Pure, unadulterated sweetness! As you and your pals descend into a copse of thick vines and shrubs with leaves reaching high enough to poke Volka in the cheek, you can’t help but suck in a few hefty breaths of candy-flavored air… this… this smells NOTHING like where you grew up! Is… is this what those hippies mean by ‘Fresh Air’?
“Intoxicating! Invigorating!” Purrs TT as she stretches out like a cat on Volka’s shoulder! “MmMM, imagine refining this into a perfume! I could BATHE in this stuff~” One of her lime-green eyes locks onto you twinkling with mischief! “Ant… crazy business idea-”
“Kinda reminds ya’ of the baths, don’t it?” Smiles Volka, the Skog’s tail thumping happily behind her! “Oh, that reminds me, Mor–we all went to-”
While the three of you bask in the ambrosia-scented air, Morook’s disco ball-sized eyes show little, if any, enthusiasm…
… unless Morook is enthused? Man, these Chytree guys are so hard to read! You have no trouble telling when TT’s happy-
… Err, anyways, the ranger cuts you all off with a sharp CLICK--one that stings your ears a bit, but does a good job of shutting you up! Before you can ask, you get a hushed, but curt answer:
“Sweetrope Vines. Beasts steer clear of these groves for a reason. Tread lightly and we’ll be fine.”
Your guide doesn’t have to tell you twice! Falling in behind him and Volka (and by extension TT), the latter’s claw resting on her blade slung over her back, you keep your ears peeled for any sign of movement amidst the tangled terraces surrounding you…
The passage widens the further you travel… the saccharine scent growing stronger with each step you take. Emerging into a core of the copse, you nearly trip over Volka’s tail as the odor goes from pleasing to downright DIZZYING! Running face-first into the Skog’s hip, you barely have time to recover before Morook’s eyes start to flicker like strobe lights!
“KNEEL! QUICK!”
>CONTD.
>>6255826You drop to your knees like a sack of potatoes… with knees. Good timing, too–your knee barely meets the plush, mossy ground before you hear it: the buzzing of gossamer wings emerging from the vines!
Morook gets about a quarter of a word out of his mouth before the owner of the wings makes themselves known: their eyes watching you like a hawk as their mouth curls into a smile. Its owner can’t be much bigger than your palm, but you’ve been in Zoral long enough to identify what they are:
A Veeti. Just like Lila the Lamplighter!
“Well WELL~” Exclaims the interloper, her voice creaking like a rusty door hinge as she flutters over to examine you, “Visitors!” Her gaze travels down to stare at your kneeling forms. “And polite, to boot! Very interesting…”
Hovering around you and your friends, the owner of the arbor quickly grows impatient with your deference.
“... You’re going to sprout roots if you stay like that all day, y’know. Come now, what brings you to my humble grove, hmmm?”
You manage to glance over at Morook for about half a second before your gracious(?) host buzzes between you with a wry grin on her face!
“Oho… you seem interesting! Well, dear? What are you doing here, hm?”
Her tone doesn’t seem threatening… not yet, at least, but the significance of Morook telling you to kneel isn’t lost on you…
What say ye?
>Just passing through!>Let Morook handle this!>You’re heading to the Far-Throw Inn…>Foraging! You’re foraging!>What is SHE doing here?>You came to admire her grove!>You’re lost…>Stay silent! She’ll think you disappeared!>Write-In!
>>6255827>Let Morook handle this!Clearly he knows what to do here.
>>6255827>Let Morook handle this!He knows what to do.
>>6255783Ah, there is is. no apostrophe
>>6255827>Let Morook handle this!We don't know the first damn thing about this place or these people, besides being barely acquainted with Lila. Morook is clearly better-informed.
>>6255827>Let Morook handle this!
>>6255837>>6255841>>6255842>>6256011>MOROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOK!Whoops! Sorry guys, this wasn't THAT big of a decision--yesterday just got a little busy is all! Writing!
Yea, nah… the last time you charged into something new and exciting, you DIED. Sure, you got to get a massage and relax in a private magical bath with an extremely well-endowed Durher, and, like, Tzah-Tzie’s great and all, but THAT girl, hoo boy…
FOCUS, Ant! Gulping down those fond mamm-err, MEMORIES, you glance over at a very… well, neutral-looking Morook, if you’re honest! You’re gonna have to come up with a signal or something.
H-he can-
The words barely leave your lips before a sensation takes hold of your head and jerks it towards the Veeti’s scowling mug! Holding you in place like an invisible vise-grip, the same force pries your mouth open and limbers up your tongue! H-hey!
“I am speaking to you.” States the winged witch as her alien eyes bore deep into your own, “Answer me.”
Each syllable trembles with a faint echo like someone slowly turning up a microphone’s volume! Her words don’t carry malice, but a primal fear hatches in your gut as she stares you down… one that tells you this creature is not to be trifled with!
“Forgive my interruption-”
A trio of gasps escape you, TT’s, and Volka’s lips as Morook’s body ragdolls across the grove, landing in a heap on the other side!
“He…” The Chytree groans, not bothering to regain his footing, “He’s not from this world… and doesn’t know… ngh… The Mossy Manner…”
The Veeti’s gaze softens as you feel the unseen grip on your head slacken, if only just a little bit.
“‘Zat right?” Her gossamer wings buzz as she circles your head, her tiny claws gently examining your features. “My my~ Put that away, pup.”
You hear the faint ‘shhck’ as a very-embarrassed TT returns her blade to its sheathe.
“That’s better.” Finishing her investigation with an approving nod, the Veeti hovers away from you and over to the center of the grove. “You may rise.”
So you do! Nifty powers! Trying your best to brush the dirt and sap off of your robes, you indulge in an inward sigh of relief as Morook steps forward to take the lead!
>CONTD.
>>6256171“Forgive the intrusion and lack of graces, o’ Lady of the Grove,” The Chytree begins, reciting the words with the reverence of a prayer, “We are merely passing through and sought shelter from-”
“From beasts, yes, yes…” Mutters the Lady of the Grove, waving off his explanation with an impatient tone. “And where are you headed, hmm? Some repulsive burg, no doubt…”
Volka’s face lights up with a cheerful smile! “Yep! We’re head-”
“To an Inn,” Interrupts Morook with a slightly more pointed voice than usual, “And we wouldn’t want to take up any more of your valuable time, so-”
“Pah. Inns…” The pixie-like proprietor grumbles, “CITIES! What’s the point of ‘em anyhow?! Too loud! Too crowded! Ooh, and all of those repulsive BOOTS stomping around…” She pauses mid-rant to send a sly eye your way. “Could drive a soul mad, it could… you ain’t mad, are ya?”
You uh… d-don’t think so? Wait, but how would you know if-
Before you can ponder your potential madness, the Veeti zips over to you again with a mischievous glimmer in her eye!
“The Chytree’s right… not from here at all, are ya?” A touch of dizziness tickles your vision as her eyes dig into your expression. “What’s your name, friend? And where do ya’ come from?”
Your eyes make a mad dash for Morook, but something about the pixie’s gaze recenters them on her!
Wh-what say ye?
>Tell her your name and where you come from!>Just give her your name! Be vague about where you’re from!>Deflect! Ask HER name!>Lie about your name and where you’re from!>Stay silent! She’ll think you disappeared!>Write-In!
>>6256172>Tell her your name and where you come from!She already knows we're from this world, and our soul has already been sold to some demon guy. There's literally nothing she can take from us that we haven't already given away.
>>6256175Is there? You don't feel anything probing your brain....
>>6256177Good thing Anton doesn't have one of those.
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>>6256172>Tell her your name and where you come from!>Also, what's HER name? Only fair if you're asking for our name.
>>6256172>Tell her your name and where you come from!>Also, what's HER name? Only fair if you're asking for our name.
>>6256175>I'm Anton from Earth!>>6256237>>6256310>I'm Anton from Earth!>Also what's your name?Writing!
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Who needs Morook anyways? You’ve got social skills! Ask any of the girls–you could write a book on communica…
Um.
Look, it doesn’t matter! You don’t have to be a rocket scientist to figure out the game Morook was playing with this broad… you just need to be polite, right? Easy as one-two!
See, you eliminated the ‘three’ to imply it’s that sim-
“Well?”
Yikes! Clearing your throat and putting on your best smile, you give the Veeti the answer she was looking for! You’re ANTON PEAS... and you come from a magical faraway place called ’EARTH!’
Stealing a glance at Morook, you can’t tell if he’s relieved or aching to punch you.
“ANTON….” Purrs the fluttering forest-dweller as if giving it a taste, “And a world known as ‘EARTH...”
Yes, you nod, has… has she not been?
“I’m afraid interplanar travel is rather uncommon these days,” The Veeti replies with a good-natured chuckle, “So no… I’ve never been. I knew something was different about you…”
Say, you blink as a realization hits you like a bumblebee, what’s her name anyways? A weak chitter leaves Morook’s mouth as she answers!
“Hmm… call me MIESLEE.” She answers with a polite giggle. “It means ‘Little Whisper’ in Vuut.”
Mieslee…
A tiny claw gives your nose a poke.
“Tell me about this ‘Earth’, would you? It’s not every day my grove gets an extraplanar visitor, you know!”
Well, you begin, preemptively raising your voice as your companions join in a chorus of frantic sputtering, if she’s got the time…
>CONTD.
earth101
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>>6256386THREE HOURS LATER…
And that, you sigh, is what a SPEEDBUMP is! This concludes Earth 101!
“Fascinating…” Mutters the Veeti, her eyes wide and mouth agape from the smorgasbord of information, “And those ‘Dispensers of Beh’Vrahg’ you mentioned… they can refill your cup… forever?”
Unless the dumb thing breaks, you answer with a derisive snort! And it WILL!
“Amazing…”
“Welp!” Grunts Volka, the Skog slapping her meaty thighs as she rises to her feet, “It’s been fun, MiMi, but we really oughta’ get back on the road…”
“Oh! R-right! Yea!” TT sputters as she quietly climbs down from halfway up a vine with a sheepish expression! “T-time’s a-wasting!”
“Before you go…” Mieslee begins with a thoughtful look on her face, “I’d like you to perform a small favor for me, Anton.”
You feel a pit grow in your chest as TT and Morook exchange a concerned glance! Well, it’s hard to tell with Morook, but you get the idea!
“We’re always glad ta’ help!” Chirps Volka with a fresh smile on her face! “What’s t-”
“It’s a simple task, Anton,” The Lady of the Grove continues, “A plant grows in the nearby woods known as ‘BLADESPRING.’ Bring a shoot to me and you’ll be rewarded.”
The sudden answer takes you off-guard as you stammer a response! R-reward?
“‘Something for Something, Nothing for Nothing.’” Recites the Veeti, “An old saying among my people. Perform this task and I’ll fix you something sweet for your trouble.” A wry grin creeps onto her face. “I know my way around a poultice or two, you know!”
None of your companions dare to comment, and the expressions on their faces don’t tell you much either! Still, Mieslee doesn’t look like she’s lying… What do?
>Sure! Be right back!>What can her reward do, exactly?>It’s fine–you don’t need a reward!>Can I talk to my pals about it first?>Sorry, but we really need to get going…>Write-In!
>>6256387>Sure! Be right back!Hey, we'll take any advantage we can get. And since she hasn't tried seducing us or morook, we can discount her as an Poison Ivy type.
>>6256387>What can her reward do, exactly?
>>6256387>Sure! Be right back!She seems highly dangerous, so best to stay on her good side and to abide by her customs... Right?
>>6256388>>6256411>OKAY! YAAAY! :)>>6256398>WHAT'S YER OFFER?Writing!
>>6256388>discount her as a Poison Ivy typeMaybe if Jhairo was here...
>>6256648Jhairo is NOTHING. He turns some eyes when he appears, but Anton is the REAL Casanova. Who else can get women from four different species to fall for him?
She said the plant was nearby, right? And you’d be lying if you said all that talk about Earth didn’t make you a little thirsty!
Poultices are drinks, right?
Doesn’t matter–she’s offering something nice for a little bit of legwork… and you want it! Answering the Veeti with an enthusiastic nod, she mirrors your grin with one of her own!
“Such a polite young man, helping an old dustwing like me…” Hovering over to the far side of the grove’s center, Mieslee flits up and down, her erratic movements sending an uncanny jingling into the air!
“Now then… Bladespring sheds magic in this pattern: listen closely, now!”
Yea, you uh…. You can’t sense magic…
The pixie pauses mid-pattern with a look of genuine pity on her small face. “... ah. Well then-”
“Forgive the interruption, Lady of the Grove,” Morook interrupts, “But we’ll be accompanying Anton. We can sense magic!”
The reveal nearly sends your eyes popping out of their sockets! Wait… REALLY!?
“Certainly.” Nods the Chytree, “My people are… extra sensitive to magical energy. It should be a simple task.”
Did… didn’t someone tell you this before?
“Most likely.”
Cool…
After demonstrating the pattern to your ranger pal, the Veeti gives you and your pals a warm smile as you depart the center of the grove!
“One shoot is plenty! Take care out there~”
With musical accompaniment by Tzah-Tzie, the four of you tromp off into the forest surrounding the grove…
>Roll me 1d100+8 (+5 Morook Leads The Way, +2 TT Tunes, +4 Chytree Magic Sense, -1 Dark, -2 Small Plant…) to find the plant with few issues! Best of 3!>>6256649Be careful what you wish for, bub
Rolled 40 + 8 (1d100 + 8)
>>6256656Anthony Peasson could handle ANY woman.
Rolled 16 + 8 (1d100 + 8)
>>6256656
>>6256674Well, one left...
Rolled 41 + 8 (1d100 + 8)
>>6256656Okay let's try
>>6256685>49Damnit.
Hey Bones, what would you accept as a bribe to turn that 49 into a 50?
>>6255714 (OP)we are so back
>>6256687its so over
>>6256657>>6256674>>6256685>HIGHEST ROLL: 49!N-no, Anton! That's MURDERWEED! Don't let Tzah-Tzie eat it!
Writing!
>>6256737In fairness, it's so tough to keep track of everything that's toxic to cats, and they'll just eat anything.
“Uuuuuuughh…..” Groans TT as her Striilii strumming comes to an abrupt halt, “We’re in a forest... how hard is it to find some dumb little weeeeeed?”
“Harder than I thought…” Muses Morook as he strides through the underbrush ahead of you with barely a sound! “These woods are… well, they’re a hotbed of magical energy…”
“No kidding?” Volka blinks, her eyes darting around in a vain attempt to catch a glimpse of the magic, “Well that’s what ya’ get when ya’ leave the city, isn’t it? Magic Forests! Gosh!”
“Sure doesn’t feel magic…” Grumbles TT as she tries to thumb a few more notes before climbing onto your back. “Now a real forest Veeti… THAT’S interesting!”
Stumbling over a root, you grimace as TT’s claws dig into your shoulders! Is that weird?
“It’s not un-weird…” Sniffs the Durher, her bushy tail tickling your elbow. “Veeti aren’t really fans of the urban lifestyle…”
Yea, you scoff, you noticed!
“It’s more than just preference,” Adds Morook as his eyes light up, “The Veeti are one of Zoral’s older races, Anton… well, older and still alive, I should say.”
Older than Chytree? And Skogs? And Durhers?
“Mhm!” He replies with a sagely nod! “Like Zetsi, their ancestral homes lie deep in the forests and jungles… but while Zetsi are more adaptable, Veeti, well…” The Chytree clicks as he struggles to put out an answer. “It hurts Veeti to be separated from the wilds. Biologically.”
Right, you nod, Volka’s pal Lila didn’t seem very comfortable-
“Lila?” The ranger interrupts, his eyes glowing brighter than a pair of headlights, “Yes, yes… Volka’s friend… you’ve met…” His high-beams glance over to his adoptive sister. “... did she ask about me while I was… indesposed?”
A rare sly look worms its way onto Volka’s face. “Hmmm… nope, can’t seem to remember anything, Mor~”
A dull click leaves the ranger’s lips(?). “Strange. Is your memory okay? I distinctly remember the conversation we had a few days ago when we discovered Anton here-”
Darting over to cover Morook’s mouth faster than you’ve ever seen her move, Volka forces out a laugh as she sends a bashful smile in your direction!
“Y-you know… s-she MIGHT’VE asked how you were doing! Y-yep! Definitely concerned! Mhm!”
Morook’s gaze softens. “Ah… Good… That’s… that’s good!”
>CONTD.
>>6256775“Pffft..”
Silencing TT with a gentle flick to her ear, you continue to follow Morook’s lead for another hour or so before he finally tenses up like a dog spotting a squirrel!
“There…” He mutters, his eyes dimming as he scans the woods around you, “It should be close.”
Spreading out, you try your best to block out the sounds of the forest as your hands plumb the underbrush at your feet. Some plants ooze with sap that leaves your hands tingly–others retract at your touch. One plant, however, has rigid spears for leaves and grows almost up to your waist! Sensing you’ve found something, Morook comes striding over and nods!
“That’s the one… careful on the edges-”
Too late! As your hands close around the plant, you hiss in pain as you cut your hands on the sharp leaves! Bladespring indeed!
“Uh oh,” Remarks TT as you pluck a plant from the earth and deposit it in your pocket, “Did it getcha?”
“Don’t worry, Anton… it’s not venomous.” Explains Morook as he gets to work cleaning your palms with a cloth, “Those leaves can cut deep, however, so take care.”
Thanks for the warning, you grunt, pressing the cloth against your fresh wounds.
“No trouble at all!”
With your quest more or less completed, you and the gang turn to head back the way you came… but as you retrace your steps, you can’t help but notice how cold the air’s gotten…
“Took longer than expected…” Frowns Volka, her thick tail clearing a path behind her, “It’ll be dark soon.”
“Hey, small price to pay for an easy reward, right?” Counters Tzah-Tzie with a toothy grin! “Say, Ant: see if she’ll whip up some perfume for us, will ya?”
Why, so she can bathe in it?
“I was gonna suggest selling it, buuuuuut you DO make a compelling argument~” She purrs, making a show of rubbing her chin in mock contemplation. “I certainly wouldn’t refuse such a thoughtful and VERY cute gift like that~”
“Less talking, more walking.” Grumbles Morook, the Chytree already well ahead of the rest of the gang! “We’ll want to set up camp before it gets too late…”
>Roll me 1d100+8 (+5 Morook Leads The Way, +4 Chytree Magic Sense, -1 Dark) to get back safe! Best of 3!>>6256758Just keep an eye on her if you manage to take her back to Earth... curiosity killed the cat-thing, you know... and TT's VERY curious.
Rolled 11 + 8 (1d100 + 8)
>>6256776WATCH
Rolled 66 + 8 (1d100 + 8)
>>6256776I'd be more worried about her getting kidnapped and turned into chinese dick pills.
Rolled 52 (1d100)
>>6256776Roll
>>6256777>>6256779>>6256822>HIGHEST ROLL: 74!Much better! Writing~
>>6256779>KidnappedYea, you might wanna get her chipped
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Cracking branches. Rustling ferns. It’s clear as crystal that you aren’t alone in these woods, and though you’re hounded the entire trip back to the grove, you make it back entirely unscathed…
Well, aside from that cut you got on your hand, that is! Ow!
“Regen hasn’t kicked in yet? Weiiirdd!”
Yea, humans don’t uh… they don’t have that, Volka. The Skog stares as if you just told her you have cancer.
“Oh… that’s… well, that’s not fun…”
“Ah, you’re back!”
You’ll be honest: Mieslee darting out from the shadows and right in front of your face might’ve taken you by surprise. You might’ve shrieked. You might’ve peed a little. Regardless of what may or may not have happened, you manage to compose yourself enough to hand over the plant she requested… pee free, thankfully!
The Lady of the Grove frowns at the flora. “What is this scent?”
IT’S NOT PISS!
“... Blood?”
Oh thank god...
“Ant here scratched his hand on the leaf,” Answers TT, her tail giving your leg a playful slap, “I’ve heard of plant cuttings, but this is ridiculous! Ha ha!”
No one laughs as a pleased look forms on the Veeti’s small face. “Hmmm, well it can’t be helped, I suppose. With how long you all took I assumed you’d been devoured by a Guuti.”
Morook’s eyes flicker. “They hunt in these woods?”
The pixie nods! “Mhm! And Tiikzas, and Maakar, and even a Bruuj or two!”
Another flicker. “... Bruuj don’t exist. They’re monsters for bedtime stories.”
Mieslee’s expression turns sly. “Only until you see one!”
>CONTD.
>>6257206Ending the debate with a wink, the Veeti hovers over to the center of the grove and sends an impatient glance your way. “Come.”
You begin to politely tell her you’re spoken for when you feel an invisible rope tug you towards her! Ooooh… right! Joining the winged witch in front of what must be the source of the sickeningly-sweet smell savaging your senses, you feel the rope slacken as Mieslee sends a sweet smile your way!
“Something for something, nothing for nothing! You’ve done me a service, now let me repay it in kind, Anton dear~”
It’s nothing, you shrug as a sheepish grin creeps across your face, you just grabbed a plant and-
“And humble too! Don’t debase your deeds, dearie… errand boys are hard to come across in this neck of the woods!” Her smile dips a bit. “And it can get dreadfully lonely too…”
Rising above you, the weariness in the Veeti’s voice is replaced with renewed vigor! “This grove oozes life, Anton… primordial power predating language and culture!”
Dipping down to meet your gaze, the Lady of the Grove studies your stare with a hint of amusement in her eyes!
“Tell me: what would you say is your greatest weakness?”
What say ye?
>I could be STRONGER…>I could stand to be more RESILIANT…>I wish I was QUICKER…>I’m not as SMART as I’d like to be…>I’d like to be better at COMMUNICATING…>Well, um… CHICKS…>My weaknesses make me strong, actually!>Actually, I have a question or two for ya.>If it’s not too much to ask, could I get some PERFUME of this grove stuff?>Write-In!Phew! Sorry, all! Got ambushed with a surprise fishing outing last night and there were chores to be done this morning! My bad!
>>6257207Hmm...man...I don't know. I reeeally wanna answer 'Chicks' for this one. Since it's...kinda true? Not in the "I want to get chicks way" but in the "Chicks are a considerable source of problem for me". Lizz...Rezzie..
>>6257207>Well, um… CHICKS…Ah, screw it, why not.
>>6257206So based on Volka's reaction, do MOST races on Zoral have some form of regeneration? I thiught it was just Skogs..
>>6257215Kek, true.
>>6257207>Well, um… CHICKS…And speaking of chicks, our GIRLFRIEND wants to know:
>If it’s not too much to ask, could I get some PERFUME of this grove stuff?
>>6257242Only Skogs do as far as you're aware... though it's fair to assume some of the bigger races like Molegg boast a high pain tolerance as well.
>>6257207>Well, um… CHICKS
>>6257226>>6257242>>6257278>BABES... Not GETTING them, but...>>6257242>You do perfume?Writing!
Well that’s the million-dollar question right there, isn’t it? Your greatest weakness… giving your stubble-covered chin a few rubs, you ponder the question like a menu at a restaurant you’ve never been to!
Weaknesses… well you’re Lactose intolerant and you’re not a fan of centipedes, but-
The answer hits you like a centipede falling from your ceili-nnauggh! Spooky!
Back on topic, however, one thing in particular comes to mind a little too quickly for comfort…
Well, you sigh as your eyes meet Mieslee’s, to be completely honest you’ve been having trouble with… um… chicks...
The Veeti blinks. “... What are ‘chicks’?”
D’oh! You know, you groan through clenched teeth, b-babes?
Another blink. “Your weakness… is babies? You can’t have children?”
TT’s eyes widen in shock! “Wh-huh!?”
“GUH!?” Volka sputters!
“Sorry to hear that…” Adds Morook.
NO, you hiss, you… that… that isn’t… could they give you a little privacy please!? Volka’s expression droops.
“... We just wanna support ya, Rook…”
TT, on the other hand, is squirming like a night crawler. “...I kinda wanted to hear your weakness…”
Damn it, TT! Look, you groan as you turn your attention back to the Veeti, you’ve… you’ve made a lot of girls upset. You’ve betrayed their trust, let them down… and the worst part? You can barely remember why you even did it!
Your shoulders slump as your words start to weigh you down.
You know you can’t undo the past, you mutter, but you would do anything to patch things up…
Bracing yourself for laughs, you open your eyes to find that they never come…
>CONTD.
>>6257365“Oh… Ant…” TT mutters, her big eyes and smug grin blotted out with genuine concern, “That’s…”
“A dire weakness indeed…” Nods Mieslee, “But a curable one with the right medicine…” Before you can ask, the Veeti soars into the candy-scented canopy! Standing in the center of the chamber like a child lost at a super market, it isn’t long before your gracious host returns!
“Betrayal turns our hearts to stone,” Mieslee begins as you feel a leaf-bound pouch drift into your hands, “But even that can be chipped away by time and persistence.” Moving to give the sweet-scented sack a whiff, your chin is stopped halfway by an invisible hand!
“Curb your curiosity, Anton dear… the poultice I give you has the power to thaw even the hardest of hearts. Simply rub it on your skin when-”
So it’s, like, a love potion? Your answer comes in the form of an incorporeal SPIKE stabbing your skull! OWIE!
“Don’t interrupt.” Growls the Grove-dweller! “But no… nothing so base as that. Apply this around the one you wish to open up… and open up they shall.”
An incredulous laugh escapes TT’s lips! “ANYONE!? Seriously?”
The witch’s brow furrows. “No, merely one who is guarded around Anton. If they were never quite fond of you, well…” She shrugs. “It smells nice, at least.”
Pocketing the poultice, you drop to your knees in front of Mieslee! Th-thank you, you sputter, that’s… it’s really-
“Something for something, nothing for nothing.” She replies with a wink before turning her attention skyward. “... Night is poised to fall… I’ve enjoyed this little diversion, but you really ought to be going if you plan on setting up camp.” A wry grin forms on her face. “The Bruuj hunt at dusk, after all…”
“We should depart, yes…” Nods Morook as he joins you in kneeling. “Thank you for your kindness and patience, Lady of the Grove.”
“We really gotta leave?” Sighs Volka, her massive tail slapping the ground. “It’s so nice here, though…”
What do?
>I had one question, actually!>Could we stay here for the night, Lady of the Grove?>Thank you again… let’s make camp, guys!>Write-In!
>>6257367>Thank you again… let’s make camp, guys!Better not push it.
>>6257367>Thank you again… let’s make camp, guys!
>>6257367>>Thank you again… let’s make camp, guys!
>>6257367>Thank you again… let’s make camp, guys!
It is nice, you nod, but Morook’s right: you’ve overstayed your welcome as-is! Taking another whiff of the sugary air, you rise from your kneeling position and sigh. You’re gonna get Diabetes if you stick around any longer… turning to face your gracious host, you give Mieslee a smile as you thank her once more for her hospitality!
“Oh, you’d do the same for me~” She giggles, her wings making a faint jingle as she hovers around you!
Yea, you… you don’t know how to make potions, though…
“Poultices.” She replies with a smirk, “And it’s an expression, dearie.”
Oh. Right! Ha-ha…
Following close behind your ranger pal like a class on a field trip, you just barely manage to pick up a few muttered words from your host as you depart…
“... potent blood indeed…”
Sleep finds you easily when you finally set up camp for the evening–marching across the back country all day will do that to a man. Despite the auspicious encounter with the Lady of the Grove, however, you still can’t help but feel unease welling up in your gut as you lay down for the night.
TT lies sprawled across your chest like a fur rug–her tiny breaths and steady heartbeat lulling you to sleep as her tail coils tries its best to curl around your trunk. Poor thing drifted off ages ago… probably about time for you to do the same.
Feeling weariness tug at your eyelids, the last thing you see before drifting away is Morook sitting on the outskirts of the campsite, his watermelon-sized eyes searching the sky for the answer to an unknown question…
You’re dreaming again… but this one feels different. Stuck in that half-space between lucid and helpless, you sense that you’re not alone…
Who’s there?
>...Liz?
>... Your roommate Travis?
>... Mom and Dad?
>... Your sister Dylan?
>... Someone… else? (Oh god why am I offering this write-in guys please be nice)
>>6257726>... Your sister Dylan?I want to make a funny write-in but i don't have any ideas, sorry.
>>6257729It's okay, anon... I... I forgive you...
>>6257726>... Your sister Dylan?Time to see what the deal is with her.
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You spot her lingering at the edge of your consciousness like a desert mirage… her features once so clear to you now nothing more than outlines.
Figments.
Scraps.
Her hair done up in a tight ponytail… the acrid smell of those horrible energy shots she always drank… and the loud and constant clatter of her delicate fingers diligently tapping away at her mechanical keyboard.
You told her you’d get her a replacement… but you never did. That’s what you remember, in any case. Approaching lightly on the balls of your feet, anxiety’s hooks tug at your innards as if PLEADING for you to turn back!
You’ve never been good at following directions. Each step you take towards your sister’s silhouette grows louder and louder, and just when you get close enough to reach out for her shoulder-
“Ah…. memories.”
https://youtu.be/c1NKBvoCnmQ
The low, gravelly voice booms loud as it is unwelcome. The tranquil halls of your subconscious erupt into black and red flames as a sensation akin to falling down an elevator shaft takes hold of you, and just as you feel your stomach work its way into your throat,
You STOP!
“Anton~” Purrs the voice as you’re engulfed in a caustic plume of cigar smoke, “Rough coupla’ days, huh, pilgrim?”
You know all too well who you’re talking to long before the brim of his damned hat pierces the cloud to greet you. RED, you snarl as you dangle in the air like a puppet, you don’t have the time or the patience to have another ‘Pow-wow’, oka-
“You do...” The devil hisses back, “And you will.”
Piercing the acrid layer of smoke comes the smell of burnt meat… but not any kind you’ve smelt before! That’s an achievement too, given your profession… piercing the smoky veil like a ship in the fog, RED’s featureless face towers over you like one of those head statues in the South Pacific.
Is that right? A cocky grin works its way onto your face. Look, you know he’s been listening in on your conversations: you’re getting out of this raw deal as soon as-
“‘Raw Deal’?” Scoffs the cowpoke with a raspy, wheezing breath, “This ‘RAW DEAL’ is what’s been keeping you alive, amigo… or do you think all of that newfound speed and strength is ‘all-natural’?”
Oh great, you groan, ANOTHER sales pitch! Look, you continue with fire in your eyes, you were in the middle of something before he showed up, so if he could hurry up and hit the dusty trail-
“You know what, kid? You’re right… maybe I’ve leaned too hard on the carrot as of late…” An uncanny CRACK echoes across the hellscape as he stretches his neck! “Might be time for the stick…”
Unless he’s able to restore some of your memories, he’d better butt ou-
… what’s so FUNNY?
>CONTD.
>>6257929“Ohh nothing~” Chuckles the archdevil with a Cheshire Grin in his tone, “But if it’s memories you’re looking for, well…”
… wait, you mutter, fists balling at your sides, he… he can give them back!?
“There’s a LOT of things I can do, pard,” RED sneers as another plume of rancid smoke surrounds you, “But the question is… what can you do… for me?”
Pushy bastard, you wheeze, trying and failing to swat the smoke away from your face, you… you just don’t give up, do you?
RED leans in even closer, his booming voice rattling your body with every syllable! “Like I’ve said oh-so-many times before, Anton: I’ve already won... it’s just a matter of how much you’d like to profit off of this contract of ours.”
Sucking the cigar perpetually dangling from his fingers, the demon cocks his head to the side. “So how about it, hmm? A little favor for a memory or two?” Another derisive laugh wriggles free from his non-existent lips. “Or would I be more convincing if I looked something… like this?”
Disappearing in a puff of cigar smoke, you blink in confusion when in place of the cowpoke you come face to face with…
M-Mieslee?
“Really, kid, seeing you trust everyone else so easily is… well it’s disheartening, to say the least…”
Another poof later and you’re met with a familiar set of lime-green eyes and a smug, toothy grin!
“... or am I just not tugging on the right… chains?”
TT disappears into another cloud of smoke… and out from the gloom comes a pair of shades you’d recognize anywhere!
“Ever get the feeling you’re making the wrong choices, pard?” Liz sneers! “Not everyone’s gonna give you a third or seventh chance, y’know…”
RED’s final trick sends you stumbling to your knees… past the roaring hellfire you see her: the silhouette of her ponytail just out of reach…
“We can’t undo the past, Anton,” the devil continues in a warm, reassuring voice you haven’t heard in years, “But we can learn from it…”
What do you WANT, you roar as you stumble back onto your feet! Quit messing around and spit it out!
A polite giggle rises above the flames. “What did that hag in the grove say again? ‘Something for Something…’”
>CONTD.
>>6257932The hellfire twirls around you with a deafening CRACK, and when it recedes you’re face to face with the cowpoke once more!
“Remember that guy we killed in the Swoos Lounge, Ant?” RED snickers, as if remembering a dirty joke, “I want a few more lives, that’s all!”
Pausing to rub his pointy chin, the cowboy’s tone goes a little softer!
“And before you ask, no: I’m not asking you to snuff out your little friends…”
The flames die down as RED leans in for your response.
“Oh, and don’t worry about hurting my feelings if you refuse… I’ll get those souls one way or another…” Even without eyes or a mouth, you can still sense a mischievous tilt in his voice.
“But believe me when I say this will be one of your last chances to do right by me, pardner.”
The tension is thicker than the greasebergs that would accumulate in the fryers at work… if he could kill you he’d have done it by now… so maybe he genuinely IS enjoying your antics?
You hate to admit it, but RED has a point: whether you accept or refuse, he’s still got your soul when you croak. Doing a favor or refusing one won’t change much…
But do you really want to do this guy’s bidding? Even if your powers are indirectly from him?
What say ye?
>Okay, RED. I’ll do it.>No means NO, RED.>Can I get back to you later?>You wanna ask him about something else!>What souls would I be hunting, exactly?>I want to negotiate a bit–memories aren’t enough!>Stay silent! He’ll think you disappeared!>Write-In!
>>6257935I duunno. Don't really wanna help RED, but then again, we can't screw him too much lest he collect early.
>>6257963Keep in mind the following:
1) Dude has taken over your body before when you were half-dead in the Swoos Lounge!
2) He brought you back to life because he thought it'd be fun
3) Devil Powers (Like throwing fireballs) are indirectly provided by him
4) He's gonna gitcha no matter what when you die
5) Cool cowboy hat
6) Rules all of Chaa'tai and errybody in it
>>6257970Well, I certainly wouldn't mind sending some certain people to hell
>Okay, RED. I’ll do it.>Can I get back to you later?I mean...we're in the middle of the forest, innit? Not very good killing place. We can murder some spicies once we get back.
>>6257935>Okay, RED. I’ll do it. >I want to negotiate a bit - If we kill enough people, can we get a cool cowboy hat like you?Look.
If we're going to work with a demon from hell
We should at least get a COOL HAT.
>>6257973>>6258009>OKAY, LES' DO IT>ERRR, RAIN CHECK THOUGH?>ALSO CAN I GET A HAT IF I DO IT I HAVE ALTERED THE DEALWriting!
RED… for a guy who holds all the cards, he sure acts nice. You hate to admit it, but he DID give you your powers, and based on your previous experiences with the guy there’s not much keeping him from taking over while you sleep and fileting your friends like trout!
That doesn’t mean he WON’T ever do that, but… but if he can help you with your memories, well…
Steadying yourself with a deep breath, your eyes meet with where you assume RED’s are… and you nod.
Okay, RED, you mutter, you’re in.
For a moment, all is quiet… deathly so. Even the roaring hellfire seems to grow silent as the hat-clad hellion regards you for the longest moment you’ve ever felt…
And then he laughs.
Laughs so hard it manages to echo in your weird slice of dreamworld. Laughs so hard his towering form nearly topples onto you like a redwood!
“YESSSSS!” He shouts as the flames roar back to life with renewed vigor, “THAT is what I like to hear, Anton! Two mad bastards raisin’ Hell! Shaking the very foundations of Heaven itself! A pair-a outlaws on a midnight ride!”
Snatching you into one of his colossal hands, RED makes a sweeping gesture at the lake of fire spreading into infinity around you!
“You won’t regret this, son…. You and me? We’re gonna make a few changes in Zoral!”
Yea, well, you stammer, still a little queasy from being picked up so suddenly, would he mind waiting a little longer? Like until you get back to town? He can have his pick of those Spice Cartel prick-
“Mob goons? Oh no, no, no, Anton…” The devil laughs, the sound rumbling across the hellscape like rolling thunder, “We’re gonna aim a little higher on the bounty board than a few bootleggers…”
You knew it. You KNEW he’d pull something like this! Every drop of enthusiasm leaves your body as you cast a steely gaze on your would-be ‘partner’. WHO, RED?!
Even without a face you can sense the smile in his voice. “FOUR LORDS, Anton… Four immortal sovereigns the common folk get goosebumps just thinking about:
WARLORD KHODRA: El Jefe de Skogs...
TRIER: Ruler of that Umberal joint…
SYSSKA THE DEVOURER: Scourge of the Western Wilds…
And MIKK: The Southern Shadow…
An unnerving creak emanates from RED’s neck as he cocks his head to the side. “We steal their souls, Anton, and we’ll be more than just a pair of handsome devils-turned liberators…” He brings his palm and, by extension you, close to his blank face.
“We’ll be GODS!” Another raspy laugh leaves his unseen lips as he waits for your response.
“How’s THAT for a plan?”
It’s… it’s insane, you snarl! Stupid! Everyone speaks about those guys like they’re immortal! Hell, they might just BE immortal! And even if you WERE insane enough to go after one of them, how do you know he isn’t gonna fast-track you down to Chaa’tai!?
>CONTD.
>>6258179Right on cue, another one of RED’s famous CONTRACTS appears next to you in a burst of flame–its red runes rearranging themselves into English…
“How many times do I gotta’ say it, pard? If I wanted you dead I could’ve done it ages ago! I NEED agents in this pretty little world… I. NEED. YOU!”
Gently scooting you over to the contract with his thumb, the devil gives you the short version while you read it yourself.
“Track these fat cats down, Anton… get in close… and I’ll take care of the rest.”
You blink in confusion as you near the end of the contract. Just like that, huh?
“Just… like…. that.” Nods the cowpoke, “Sure, they sound tough… but I’m a little higher up on the ladder. Hell, imagine what the people will think of the lone gunman who takes ‘em all down, Tex!” RED’s belly rumbles with a sly laugh. “... Imagine all the things your fuzzy lil’ friend’ll wanna do when her boytoy becomes a LEGEND…”
Okay, you groan, quietly imagining a few scenarios in your head, quit bringing up TT, alright?
“While we’re on the subject,” The archdevil lets loose with a leopard-like growl! “Not a bad choice, son! I guess it’s true what they say: ‘Big things come in small packages’! And those hips-”
MOVING ON! So if you sign this contract, you begin with a sigh, he agrees to NOT pull a fast one on you? Seriously?
“I’m not your enemy, Tex… never was.” RED shrugs. “I’ve got an eye for people, y’know… and I think you’re capable of big, BIG things.”
Before you can protest, two things appear in your hands: a fancy ink pen in one, a thick, pungent cigar in the other!
“And if this plan sprouts wings, well…” The tip of your cigar topples off RED’s hand and into the flames below. “You stand to gain quite a bit, amigo....”
Weighing your options and the items in your hands, you turn to face RED with a sheepish grin. If… if you do this… could… Could you get a cool hat too?
The devil weighs your words for a moment, clearly not sure if you’re joking or not, but a moment later he erupts in another round of boisterous laughter that would give Volka a run for her money!
“What the Hell kinda’ question is that, kid? I’ll give ya’ one right now!” Another poof of flames above your head is followed by something leather landing on your dome! “Call ‘er an investment… oh, and don’t worry–it’ll be there when ya’ wake up! Scout’s Honor!”
You stand above a precipice… both figurative and literal! As far as you’re aware, the contract’s legit… especially the part stating that RED will take care of you until the lords are gone…
All that’s left, it seems, is to make your decision.
>Sign the contract.>Refuse the contract.>Ask a question about the agreement!>Alter the deal!>Write-In!
>>6258180Can we get an read of precisely what the contract says? I feel like the specifics matter a lot here.
>>6258182Certainly!
'a)Anton agrees to deliver the souls of Warlord Khodra, Magus Trier, Sysska the Devourer, and Mikk unto Archdevil RED. Archdevil RED will assume control only when the transfer is possible. Archdevil RED reserves the right to take control if Anton is in immediate danger and risks endangering the completion of this contract.
b) To best facilitate this transfer, Archdevil RED pledges to do all necessary to preserve Anton's life when preparing to extract the soul of one or more lords. If the transfer will jeopardize Anton's life, Archdevil RED will enact countermeasures to keep Anton safe. This contract is rendered void if, despite Archdevil RED'S actions, Anton is still rendered dead, dismembered, and/or mentally-incapacitated enough to render the transfer of souls impossible.
c) Upon fulfillment of this contract (Read: All four souls are transferred via Anton and Archdevil RED's cooperation), Archdevil RED will restore Anton's missing memories to completion.
d) Archdevil RED agrees to Anton employing and cooperating with other allies. However, the agreed-upon award of memories is limited to Anton and Anton alone. All other allies must negotiate and agree to separate contracts with Archdevil RED if they seek rewards and/or compensation.
e) This contract is rendered void if one or more aforementioned Lords die, are killed by another party, escape to another plane, or through inaction of Anton make it impossible to transfer their souls.
f) Anton agrees to fulfill the obligations of this contract in a year's time. Failure to complete the contract will render it null and void.
>>6258190Aaalright. Since it says that it renders it null and void, I'll assume there are no other consequences.
Any other anon whos good a legalese can find something wrong with it?
>>6258192..No? Nobody?
Alright, then, I suppose I've got a good thing we should add.
>Alter the deal!Make it so that we get some memories per kill. Otherwise, we could kill three of the lords, have the last one die on us or escape the plane, and then we'd get diddly squat. I think that's a reasonable change, isn't it RED?
>>6258190>Alter the deal!Make him promise not to go after our friends while he has control
>>6258250I believe that would be covered by Article D, where he agrees to cooperating with their allies. We should probably make sure 'Employing' doesn't mean taking their souls, though.
>>6258180>Sign the contract.
>>6258190> alter the contractwe should ask for our memories in 4 chunks
>>6258250>>6258255exactly, except for the catch that he will not allow us to perform any heroic sacrifices.
putting ourselves in grave danger to save others would endanger the contract, etc.
seems fair tho.
>>6258009>We should at least get a COOL HAT.i love you and your thinking, anon
>>6258215>>6258622>Lemme get those memories in chunks for every Lord we BLAT>>6258255>>6258622>Also don't take my friend's souls please thanksWith these amendments I assume we're...
>READY TO SIGN!or
>NAH!
>>6258729If Red agrees to alter that, and there's no "Punishment" clause (it just says Null and Void, nothing about punishment) then
>READY TO SIGN!Not like we can sell more of our soul can we?
>>6258622COOL HATS are REQUIRED if we must SELL OUR SOUL to a DEMON.
HE gets one, WE get one. Fair's FAIR.
>>6258729READY TO SIGN, boss.
>>6258730>>6258732>THE COVENANT IS SEAAAALLLEEEDDDDDWriting<3 Happy Father's Day, folks!
>>6258806It ain't father's day in my country.
>>6258809Then Happy Whatever Day it is, bucko
Well, after a few amendments, of course. What kind of a quest protagonist would you be if you didn’t know how to negotiate a contract?
“Well shoot,” RED guffaws as you relay your terms, “Reckon you’re leaving me at a disadvantage with those ‘memory installments’, kid…” The contract floating at your side bursts into flames… and emerges unscathed and amended! “But I know a good investment when I see one. Done deal, Anton.”
Another burst of hellfire heralds the appearance of RED’s signed at the bottom of the contract… his penmanship remarkably tidy for such a rough-and-tumble-sounding archfiend! Wetting the tip of your pen on your tongue, you move to sign your own John Hancock as well…
…
…
Damn it…
“Need something to write on?”
No, you groan, it’s just hard to… there we go!
The minute you put the finishing touches on your name, a rush of energy courses through the pen and into your veins like white-hot steel!
“Finally!” Roars RED as the contract disappears in a plume of flames, “We’re… we’re finally… communicating…”
… is he crying?
“I’m… I’m just… so glad!” Sputters the devil as a steaming tear twice your size splashes onto his palm! “You and me, Anton… we’re going to rock this world!”
Adjusting your new and VERY cool DEMONIC COWBOY HAT, you feel reality begin to slip from beneath your feet…
You’re waking up…
”Oh, one more thing:” Adds the devil, his voice becoming more distant by the second, “Don’t dilly-dally, y’hear?”
You open your mouth to answer and get a throatful of fuzz instead! The brisk morning breeze on your back tells you you’re awake… and the frantic bites and angry flailing beneath you informs you you’re currently crushing your favorite furball!
S-sorry, TT!
Rolling onto a section of the ground NOT currently occupied by the diminutive Durher, you cough up a few hairballs as she gasps for breath!
“That’s…” She wheezes, panting on the ground like a dog in the Summer, “That’s…. Alright, Ant…”
Peeling herself off of the ground like a fuzzy flapjack, Tzah-Tzie wipes the sleep from her eyes and gives you a weary grin!
“Sleep better last night?”
As you prepare to respond, the wind jostles something resting on your head! A brief inspection confirms what you already knew:
It’s a cowboy hat.
And a damned fine one.
You’ll uh… you’ll tell her on the road…
>CONTD.
>>6258859That was a few hours ago. Trudging through snow, mud, snowy mud, and a particularly steep set of hills, you’ve been too busy focusing on your footing to relay the events of your dream to your pals!
“C’moooooon alreadyyyyy~” Sighs the Spinner as she prods at your cheek while hanging from your back, “I’m not backin’ down, Ant…”
“We talking about dreams!?” Volka sputters as she slows down to join the conversation, “Ooh! Lemme tell ya’ about mine! It was WEIRD!”
“I dunno…” Muses Morook with flickering eyes, “Mine was pretty strange too…”
You didn’t expect you’d have to relay the peculiars of your new contract this early… but maybe it’s worth peeling the bandage off now? They did give you an out, though…
What do?
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>Tell your pals about the contract!>Deflect! Ask someone to share their dream!>Lie! Keep the contract details hidden for now!>Write-In!
>>6258861>Deflect! Ask someone to share their dream!I mean, we'll probably tell them soon enough, but like...maybe not NOW? Let's see what Volka''s dream was.
>>6258861>Deflect! Ask someone to share their dream!
>>6258864>>6259012>>6259013>VOLKA! TELL US YOUR DREAM!Writing!
Your contract capers can wait, at least for now… While your friends are no doubt used to you making silly decisions by now, informing them about your new contractual obligation isn’t exactly something you discuss before your morning coffee.
Hey, yea, you nod as you call upon all the enthusiasm you can muster after just waking up, what did you dream about, Volka?
“Whuh, me?” She replies, eyes wide and clearly befuddled, “D’oh, it’s… it wasn’t that interesting, but… but if you really wanna hear…”
Course we do, you answer, trying hard not to look as TT sends a prying stare your way, tell us!
“O-okay!” Smiles the Skog! “So get this: I was workin’ a hired muscle gig, right? At this big tavern in Umberal! Only…” Her expression darkens as if remembering an actual memory. “Only I was haunted…”
“... by spirits?” Asks Morook, the ranger slowing his stride to listen more attentively!
“Nah,” Volka sighs, “Like… for doing something bad. In my dream I… I killed a guy…”
Your trek becomes a little quieter as you tromp through the frosty field at your feet.
“I-It was self-defense, but I just couldn’t let it go!” Volka recounts as if explaining her dream crimes to the jury! “But I got this new gig in the boonies… another tavern, yea, but this one… whoof! What a piece of work!”
“That bad, huh?” Mutters TT, clearly not fully-engaged.
“Oh it was BAD!” She replies! “Crummy staff, illicit deals… and these goons would show up every night to make trouble! Oh, and I slept in this barn too…”
A barn?
“Mhm! There was a lake nearby, which was nice, but little did I know that across the lake in a big ole’ mansion… was the big crime fat cat himself! And he had the whole town eatin’ outta’ his grubby claw!”
“And you…” Mutters Morook, “... remember all this?”
“You bet I do! And wait til’ I tell ya’ about when the carriage shop catches on fire…”
>CONTD.
waitress
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>>6259064“... and just when he’s about to fire the wand at me… BOOM!”
You hit the main road about an hour ago, but you barely noticed. Why don’t you have dreams like these!?
“Well go on, spit it out!” Snarls Tzah-Tzie, the girl’s eyes bulging with excitement!
“The townsfolk beat him to the punch…” Volka solemnly answers. “I came so close to killing again… and they did it for me. ‘This is our town’, they said-” Pausing mid-story, the Skog’s beefy tail smacks the stony road as she slips back to reality! “Oh hey, we’re back on the road! Remember this one, Rook?”
Yea, you nod, not noticing any unique details, this is… this is the road!
“And based on the Bumat runes,” Adds Morook, “THE FAR THROW TAVERN should be just around the bend!”
You hear your destination long before you arrive. Surrounded by a host of wagon trains and their patrons, you pick up a few conversation snippets as you approach the inn’s entrance…
“-ill no clue what did it to Fellick!”
“How d’ya kill a Chairman like that and not leave a trace’a evidence?”
“EVERY day I sit outside that damned gate my load loses ten bells’a worth!”
“You think that’s bad? My anniversary was three days ago… the wife’s gonna KILL me!”
“-hole place blew sky-high! I was there, too!”
“Didja manage ta’ meet Lutza at least?”
“Heheh… she trampled me when everyone was escapin’, so~”
Following Volka to the door, you spot a hint of unease on Morook’s perpetually-stoic expression as you’re greeted by a wave of heavy, sweat-scented air and the roar of the innumerable patrons inside!
“... Maybe we should wait outsi-”
Whatever request the ranger was about to make is cut short by TT hastily body-checking him to the side!
“C’mon, you babies! Our rewa-err, Anton’s reward is a-waiting~”
Hoisting Morook over her head like a surfboard, Volka leads the charge into the crowded tavern! Following closely in her wake, you get about a quarter of the way in before a familiar pair of purple eyes accost you with a cheery grin!
“Welcome to the Far Throw, hon! What’s yer’ poison?”
Actually, you begin, you’re looking for-
“Seven Ruuppaa’s, please~” Volka chirps before sending a cheeky wink your way! “I drink ‘em fast, y’know~”
“... and something to eat, please…” Grumbles Morook, the poor guy all but wilting from the veritable avalanche of activity around him!
ACTUALLY, you repeat, you’re looking for Inngo! You… you came here before! When the assassins burned the place down!
The waitress gives you a long, blank stare as her mind struggles to catch up.
“... Okay!”
>CONTD.
>>6259065Not keen on carving your way through the sea of patrons over to the bar, you decide to find a place to rest your legs instead! With the help of Tzah-Tzie and Volka, the former dangling from the latter’s tail like an anglerfish’s lantern, you manage to scope out a few spots:
>There’s a toasty place beside the fire… along with a group of guys who have clearly been there for a while…>We found a spot that’s nice and secluded in the back! But that’s where all of the other silent types are…>There’s the end of a table closer to the bar… maybe it’ll be easier to get the owner’s attention? But some patrons are playing some kinda’ game…>The stage near the back has a few spots to sit on… but is there someone sobbing back there!?>Let’s sit outside… Maybe the waitress’ll be able to find us?>Volka, throw me at the bar!>Write-In!
>>6259066>Volka, throw me at the bar!TOSS ME
>>6259065>“Heheh… she trampled me when everyone was escapin’, so~”Just a foot fan here living his dream.
>>6259066>Volka, throw me at the bar!The direct approach.
>>6259066>Volka, throw me at the bar!HAND ME A COLD ANTON, BARTENDER.
>>6259068>>6259081>>6259086>FIRE ME, VOLKA!Glad to see you guys still now how to pick the best choices!
>Roll me 1d100+2 (+5 Volka Stronk, -3 Crowded Bar!) to land where you wanna land! Best of 3, update on Monday, probably!>>6259081When you're a Lutza fan ya' gotta take what you can get!
Rolled 66 + 2 (1d100 + 2)
>>6259119WITNESS ME
Rolled 44 + 2 (1d100 + 2)
>>6259119
Rolled 42 + 2 (1d100 + 2)
>>6259119
>>6259129>>6259158>>6259244>HIGHEST ROLL: 68!WITNESSED!
There’s no time to waste… this place is more crowded than GREASE MONKEY during GREASY WEEK!
… how do you remember so much about your crummy job and so little about your own life?
A-anyways, you need to get to the Innkeeper! You NEED to! Just look at TT–the poor thing is trembling just thinking of the reward!
… that can’t be healthy. Turning your attention from the jittery jingle-smith to the tallest person in your party, you give her hip a few polite taps to get her attention!
“Oh! Rook! Don’t worry–two of those Ruuppaas are for you!” She smiles before casting a sympathetic glance at her very grumpy-looking adopted brother, “Mor doesn’t drink… much. Poor fella…”
Volka, you continue, it’s gonna take ages to find Inngo in this mess–is she up for tossing you behind the bar? The amazon’s eyes light up like Christmas Trees in response!
“Thought ya’d never ask! Sure ya’ don’t wanna wait for the drinks?”
You’re sure, you nod, trying and failing to not stare at the SEA of people between you and where you assume the bar is. Ending the discussion with a ‘what-can-ya-do?’ shrug, the Skog picks you up by the scruff of your robe and prepares to fire!
“Hey, didja’ get a new hat?” She asks, earning TT’s attention as well as she gives your new accessory a poke! “Niiiiice material!”
Yea, you’ll… you’ll talk about it in a bit, okay? Less questions, more throwiAAAAIIIEEEEEE!
You’ll never get used to being thrown like a javelin. Still, through some divine providence, and much to the excitement of the sea of eyes below you, you sail over the crowd and spot a pair of burnt-orange eyes shuffling around behind what you hope is a counter!
Now all you need to do is land without hurt-
https://youtu.be/iDLmYZ5HqgM
… Mission… Failed…
>CONTD.
itsinngo
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>>6259308Thankfully your landing was cushioned by plenty of broken glass! Whether it was busted before or after you touched down is anyone’s guess, but before you can ruminate you feel a rough, chitinous claw pluck you from the wreckage!
G-God?
“In here I am, yea.” Answers a gruff voice as you’re lifted to its owner’s eye-level! “S’matter? Can’t wait in line?”
INNGO! THE INNKEEPER!
It’s uh… it’s a bit long, you mutter as you cast a sheepish glance at the horde surrounding the bar! One set of eyes is bold enough to give the counter a slap!
“EYYYY I’m orderin’ heaaaaah!”
“CUT IT OUT!”
The Innkeeper’s roar nearly singes your eyebrows off as the would-be orderer is sent flying backwards like an umbrella in a hurricane! With the crowd sufficiently pacified, your captor shifts his small, burning eyes back your way.
“... I know you.”
Eheheh… A-Anton Peas! In the flesh!
Setting you down on the bar, Inngo wastes no time getting back to his job! “... clean me a few mugs an’ pass ‘em over.”
You answer his request with a bewildered noise that the hack QM can’t really describe. P-pardon?
“Do it.”
>Roll me 1d100+2 (+2 Loose footwork, +5 Food Service Worker!, -4 Where IS everything!? Why are there so many people!? -1 Dark) to DO IT. Best of 3!
Rolled 64 + 2 (1d100 + 2)
>>6259309Okay.
Rolled 30 + 2 (1d100 + 2)
>>6259309
Rolled 48 (1d100)
>>6259309Since no one else will...
>>6259311>>6259405>>6259426>HIGHEST ROLL: 66!Sorry all, got distracted by life! Writing!
Your response is borderline Pavlovian–to be fair he asked you nicer than your boss Lars or Liz ever did!
Which, to be honest, is pretty sad. You really oughta’ see a shrink after all this.
Anywho, the back of the bar is easier to navigate than you think–running your hands over the jungle of bottles, rags, and what you assume are ingredients, you manage to find two handfuls of clean-ish glasses and get to work polishing ‘em!
The moment you place a finished glass on the counter, Inngo snatches it up. It’s a bit jarring at first, but before long the two of you work your way into a rhythm that continues until the crowd by the bar thins out dramatically!
“Hmm…” Grumbles the barkeep as he hands off a fresh batch of beverages to the waitress, “Not bad.”
High praise indeed… putting the rag back on the counter, you divert your attention back to the Innkeeper. Anything else he needs doing?
The molegg’s burning eyes stare you down like a snake watching a mouse.
“Yea-”
“OY DRINK MAN! SLING US A DRI-”
The unruly customer’s request is cut short by a sharp stare that could cut diamond! Cracking his neck, Inngo lumbers over to the back of the bar and begins to rummage around.
Oh right, you mutter as you retrieve the METAL CHUNK he gave you ages ago, this uh… his supplier told you to give it back-
“How much we agree on again?”
The question nearly knocks you on your ass! That… that was like five threads ago! But you’re pretty sure he said you’d never pay for a room again… and he’d pay you?
Crap, you shoulda’ negotiated an actual REWARD!
A hefty, jingling velvet sack lands in your hands long before you can whine about it too much! Blinking in confusion, you take your time removing the bells and giving them a jingle… this… this is-
“2,000 BELLS.” Grunts the innkeeper! The words barely leave his lips when you feel a wicked presence manifest at your side… like a living, breathing shadow!
Oh, hi TT.
“D-d-d-did h-he s-s-say-”
The girl is borderline CATatonic as she stammers out the question!
“Aye,” Nods Inngo, “An’ there’s more.”
Tzah-Tzie topples to the floor long before you can roll to catch her! Errr, you sputter, c-come again?
>CONTD.
Your response is borderline Pavlovian–to be fair he asked you nicer than your boss Lars or Liz ever did!
Which, to be honest, is pretty sad. You really oughta’ see a shrink after all this.
Anywho, the back of the bar is easier to navigate than you think–running your hands over the jungle of bottles, rags, and what you assume are ingredients, you manage to find two handfuls of clean-ish glasses and get to work polishing ‘em!
The moment you place a finished glass on the counter, Inngo snatches it up. It’s a bit jarring at first, but before long the two of you work your way into a rhythm that continues until the crowd by the bar thins out dramatically!
“Hmm…” Grumbles the barkeep as he hands off a fresh batch of beverages to the waitress, “Not bad.”
High praise indeed… putting the rag back on the counter, you divert your attention back to the Innkeeper. Anything else he needs doing?
The molegg’s burning eyes stare you down like a snake watching a mouse.
“Yea-”
“OY DRINK MAN! SLING US A DRI-”
The unruly customer’s request is cut short by a sharp stare that could cut diamond! Cracking his neck, Inngo lumbers over to the back of the bar and begins to rummage around.
Oh right, you mutter as you retrieve the METAL CHUNK he gave you ages ago, this uh… his supplier told you to give it back-
“How much we agree on again?”
The question nearly knocks you on your ass! That… that was like five threads ago! But you’re pretty sure he said you’d never pay for a room again… and he’d pay you?
Crap, you shoulda’ negotiated an actual REWARD!
A hefty, jingling velvet sack lands in your hands long before you can whine about it too much! Blinking in confusion, you take your time removing the bells and giving them a jingle… this… this is-
“2,000 BELLS.” Grunts the innkeeper! The words barely leave his lips when you feel a wicked presence manifest at your side… like a living, breathing shadow!
Oh, hi TT.
“D-d-d-did h-he s-s-say-”
The girl is borderline CATatonic as she stammers out the question!
“Aye,” Nods Inngo, “An’ there’s more.”
Tzah-Tzie topples to the floor long before you can roll to catch her! Errr, you sputter, c-come again?
>CONTD.
>>6259928The Molegg turns to face the jam-packed tavern. “Obber sent double the amount’a Ruuppaa. Said yer’ helped him out loads.” You spot the faintest hint of a twinkle in Inngo’s eye! “Jus’ in time fer’ all sorts ter’ be locked outter' Crossroads. Business’s boomin’.”
Oh, well, you smile as you place a wet rag on TT’s comatose face, that’s uh… that’s what you do!
Another credit card-sized slab of rough metal lands on top of your bell sack. “Yer’ co-owner now. Room next ter’ mine’s yers. Cutta’ the profits every month. Take ‘er or leave’er.”
Your eyes nearly fall out of their sockets at the news! B-but… but the tavern burned down because of you!
A gruff, creaky laugh escapes the Molegg’s mouth! “Rebuilt. Folks thought it was the Grand Openin’. More business.”
W-well… you’re not sure if you’re going to be here for months, but… where do you even begin!? Inngo’s eyes shift downwards towards TT.
“Throw her out. Didn’t pay ‘er tab.” His frown deepens. “Stole a bag-a salt too.” And deeper. “... and three of my good frypans.” … and more. “... and me good trousers.”
You shrug. He’s the boss! Well, co-boss… Picking Tzah-Tzie up like a sack of stolen salt, you move to chuck her outside when the door creaks open…
And an unmistakable scent wafts into the tavern that silences the crowd.
A spicy scent.
https://youtu.be/GCtBldZa9qs
Striding in from the cold like they own the place come a host of Cartel Creeps: five, if you’re counting correctly! Parting like the Red Sea, the bar patrons do their best to put as much distance between the new arrivals as they can–some of them even heading outside! Spotting the barkeep from across the room, the gang’s leader approaches with a cheeky grin!
You’ve probably got about five seconds before he and his pals reach Inngo… What do!?
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>Hide!>Stick by Inngo–if anyone can handle these guys, it’s him!>Preemptive Strike! Attack while they don’t notice you!>Distraction! (Write-In or leave blank for MY idea >:3)>Write-In!
>>6259929>>Distraction!Put on the thickest southern drawl we got. Tip our cool new cowboy hat for morale. Draw their attention away from Inngo with a little performance.
>>6259929>Distraction! (Write-In or leave blank for MY idea >:3)
>>6259930>>6259932>DISTRACTION!>Roll me 1d100+3 (+2 Illusionist Initiate,+2 Element of Surprise, +2 Crowded, -3 Spicy Goons) to see how well your distraction works! Best of 3!>>6259930To be clear, you might not want these guys to notice you... are you trying to get their attention, or?
Rolled 88 + 3 (1d100 + 3)
>>6259976I would rather stick with your plan and not get recognized.
Rolled 63 + 3 (1d100 + 3)
>>6259976
>>6259976I, too, am on board with a cowboy accent and fake name, if we're distracting them.
Rolled 30 + 3 (1d100 + 3)
>>6259976I just went with the first funny idea that went to my mind.
We don't want them to reach Inngo. So let's get their attention.
>>6259978>>6260153>>6260233>HIGHEST ROLL: 91!So be it! Writingggggg
Your mind races as the pleasant-scented palookas make for the bar! You dunno what they’re up to, but with the Spice Cartel it’s rarely good! You need a distraction… but WHAT!?
“OI, barman!” Sneers the periwinkle-eyed leader, “Got a question for ya’s-”
Where reason fails, panic prevails! Striding over to the counter polishing a fresh glass, you give the newcomers a curt nod! Somethin’ y’all need?
The Spice boys take a moment to study you as Inngo watches with a slightly less-stoic expression!
“Yea…” Nods the ringmaster, “Lookin’ fer’ someone, actually…”
The Gnok with the tricked-out shades nearly bowls over! “L-Lido! Don’t he look like-”
“Looks like our guy.” Grunts the group’s resident Skog.
“Nyeeeah!” Snickers the bug-eyed Durher! “Want me ta’... CUT to da’ chase, Lido? Nyehehe~”
Lido weighs his comrade’s words and responds with a wary nod. “He does, doesn’t he?” Leaning on the bar with a sly grin, the Gnok locks eyes with yours, neither of you daring to flinch!
“You wouldn’t happen to be named… ‘Anton’... wouldja, pal?”
You don’t like how he rolls your name around in his mouth like candy! That’s WEIRD! Still, you manage to hold firm as you answer with a good-natured chuckle!
Nope, you shrug, name’s OBBER. I’m the new co-owner!
“Heeey, I know a guy named Obber!” Exclaims the until-recently-silent Mzz’goe’virr! You respond with another nod.
What’s this Antoine supposed ta’ look like anyway? Lido lets loose a derisive snort.
“Like you, actually. He’s a sneaky sonnova Skog, too.” The leader’s eyes flit back towards the Skog. “... no offense, Biiba.”
“S’alright.”
“Anyways, there’s a coupla other tidbits we’re lookin’ for too. And I don’t recall giving you permission ta’ speak, pal-”
“Welcome to the Far Throw, hon! What’s yer’ poi-nyagh!”
The Waitress’ ambush is thwarted as Lido deftly intercepts her throat with something from his pocket! Still grinning, the girl shoots you and Inngo a confused glance as the Spice Skog picks her up like a folding chair and places her back in the crowd!
“Sorry fuzzball,” Lido mutters with an apologetic grin, “Not a fan’a people sneakin’ up on me…”
“Yeeeeea! Lido don’t like it!” Sneers the Mzz’goe’virr!
>CONTD.
needo
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>>6260311If the bar wasn’t quiet before, it is now! Inngo stands at your side looking ready to pick up the whole tavern and drop it on the gang, and Lido almost looks like he’s anticipating it!
There’s tension building in the air like that persistent smell of burnt flesh back at work… one wrong step and this could get messy! WELP, you shrug as you continue to polish your glass, whoever this Antonio is, he probably doesn’t co-own a tavern… OR wear a fancy hat!
The Mzz’goe’virr nods in assent! “He’s right, Lid! ‘Scription didn’t say nuthin’ ‘bout no hat!”
The Durher draws something from his side and pounces onto the counter with a feral grin! “I bet it ain’t DAT fancy! Hand it over, mugjockey!”
Another sigh leaves Lido’s mouth as he calmly, but firmly sends the fuzzball tumbling to the floor with a well-placed smack! “Now, now…” He replies, his eyes still not departing from yours, “There’s a proper procedure for everything, Needo…” For the briefest of moments the Gnok’s eyes dart over to his shade-wearing counterpart! “Peepers. Do your thing.”
You struggle to maintain composure as the spectacled Spice Goon reaches over the counter and smacks a heavy claw on your FANCY HAT! Poking and prodding it for what feels like minutes, ‘Peepers’ ends his analysis with one last discerning squint before returning to his captain’s side!
“It IS pretty fancy, Lid.”
“Hmmm….” Grumbles Lido, “Boss did mention he had no style at all…” Shrugging his shoulders with an unnerving CRACK, the made man shoots you an apologetic smile! “Well shoot… guess we’re still on the hunt!”
Guess so, you grunt!
“Gonna order something or what?”
Inngo’s voice cuts through the awkwardness like a nine foot knife! Rapping his knuckles on the counter, the ringleader answers with an enthusiastic nod!
“Why not? Gotta celebrate the… ‘new co-owner’, right?”
What’ll it be then? Ruuppaa? Futskaa? Needo the Durher’s perpetually-jittery eyes light up at the offer!
“OOH! OOH! Gimme some Ruup-”
“C’mon, Need…” Purrs Lido with another devious smile, “This is a special occasion! Let’s make it fun!”
You and Inngo share a concerned, but still stoic, glance.
“Let’s see…” The captain sighs as he drums his claws on the countertop, “Two Maelstroms… One Umberal Fizzer… One Dirty Knife-”
“YESSS!” Snickers the Durher!
“... And one Iced Seenti.” Concludes the capo as he leans back to check on the Skog. “Virgin, right, Biiba?”
The corner of the Skog’s mouth rises… barely. Reminds you of the smiles Liz used to give you.
Before you screwed everything up, that is…
>CONTD.
lido
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>>6260315“The Fizzer:” Grunts Inngo, rousing you from your melancholy, “Glitter Ward or Gearton?” Lido answers with an exaggerated golf clap!
“My, my! Looks like you do know how to pour a drink around here!” His foxlike eyes jump back over to you. “Let’s see how your co-owner does, shall we?” The Spice Cartel Mook’s smile starts to look like a glare! “Go on, pal… dazzle us.”
Placing your thoroughly-polished glass on the counter, you spot Volka and Morook’s eyes in the crowd waiting for your signal… whatever it may be! Gathering some salt in your hand, you pause as you feel a chitin-clad claw prod your side with…
Some kind of ingredients? Guess Inngo’s down to assist with the drinks!
Reaching to grab a fresh glass, you feel a few things jostle around in your pockets: chief among them the BATH SALTS you got from the bathhouse… and that POISONED BLADE you pilfered from one of the assassins…
Weighing your options, you grimace as you feel Tzah-Tzie start to stir at your feet…
>Make the drinks! Keep it civil for now!>Chuck salt at ‘em and get the element of surprise!>Signal Morook and Volka to do something!>Spike the drinks with something (what?)>Delay! ‘Go get something from the back room’!>Write-In!
>>6260317>Delay! ‘Go get something from the back room’!To get the ingredients, of course.
>Spike the drinks with something (what?)Dip the poison blade in it reeeeal good.
>>6260321Wait, wait, wait. I just realized having someone poisoned is probably bad business.
>>6260317>Make the drinks! Keep it civil for now!
>>6260317>Make the drinks! Keep it civil for now!
>>6260341>>6260459>TEND BAR!Damn... look at this professional over here! And such a cool hat, too!
>Roll me 1d100+2 (+2 Illusionist Initiate, +5 Inngo Assistance, -3 Spicy Goons, -2 PEEPERS!!!!!) to mix things up a bit! Best of 3!
Rolled 87 + 2 (1d100 + 2)
>>6260597Yep.
>>6260597We need those rolls, man.
Rolled 39 + 2 (1d100 + 2)
>>6260597>>6260618Here's the rolls boss
Rolled 15 - 2 (1d100 - 2)
>>6260597watch me not rolling a 1
>>6260598>>6260620>>6260664>HIGHEST ROLL: 89!>>6260664>not rolling a 1Mission Accomplished! Writing!
Tumultuous past experiences with the Spice Cartel aside, Inngo probably wasn’t lying about making you co-owner… and if your old job has taught you anything, it’s that dead bodies are BAD for business! Which means poison is out!
In what you assume is another vain attempt at avoiding a scrap, you use your SLEIGHT OF HAND powers to push the ILLUSION of putting the drinks together yourself! The Prestige?
Your drinks, fellers.
Passing the platter off to the fine-scented fiends, you breathe an inward sigh of relief as they take their beverages without object-
“Peepers?”
All eyes fall upon the eyes of the group as the tension once more rises to biblical proportions!
Adjusting his spiffy shades, the Gnok answers with a singular nod. “... Peepers… Approves!”
A cheer erupts among the mobsters as they clink their mugs together, but a shrill whistle leaves Lido’s lips freezing them all mid-swig!
“Aren’t you forgetting something, co-owner?”
Oh, uh… t-to your health?
“Thanks…” Smirks the Spice Capo, “I mean your drink. To celebrate.”
“Right ‘ere.”
Ever the professional, Inngo raps a chitin-clad claw against the mug in front of you! “Made it ‘imself.”
The group’s leader gives you both one last long stare as you raise your own drink to your lips! Whatever the hell it is, it’s good… as expected of Inngo! The mobsters don’t seem to have any complaints about your collaborative work either–sipping the drinks like connoisseurs, they wait for Lido to make the call…
“Not bad!” He announces, rising to his feet with drink in tow, “Might have to come back here some time.”
“Yeeea!” Sputters the Mzz’goe’virr with an enthusiastic nod, “Like when we track down dat’ Anton guy! You really think he skipped town, boss?”
Lido answers with a stern glance. “... we’ll talk about it later, Muuzi. And in a quieter spot…”
“HEH! I HOPE he’s in town!” Needo sneers as he guzzles his drink! “Cuz’ if I find dat’ sneaky scumhead-”
“LATER!” With his goons officially silenced, Lido scoops something jingly out of his pocket and tosses it over to you. “Spice N’ Sundries Incorporated wishes ya’ all the best in your future endeavors.” A metal card slaps the counter in front of you. “Reach out by post if ya’ hear anything… or wanna talk business!”
With that the Spicys depart towards a quieter end of the tavern… leaving you and Inngo alone with the few patrons that work up the courage to order again!
“Well-handled.” Grunts the barkeep as you try your best to help him, “Nothin’ but trouble, those lot.”
Yea, you mutter, you uh… you’re well-acquainted…
>CONTD.
>>6260840“MmMMmmmm…. g’mornin’...”
Hopping onto the bar with a groggy grin, TT wipes some sleep from her eyes as she cocks her head to the side. “Something I missed?”
Yea, you nod, a whole pack of Spicys came in.
TT bristles!
Oh, and she’s banned, apparently.
“Whaaaa!?” She stammers, eyes wide and devoid of any lingering drowsiness, “B-but whyyyy-”
Now it’s Inngo’s turn to answer! “Food. Salt. Trousers.” A shadow falls over the poor Durher’s trembling face!
“ I… I didn’t… Y-you know it’s so funny… s-see, I was gonna pay it all back when the ballad pays off an-”
The cat-thing is not in high spirits after carrying her over to the dishwashing station, but considering the alternatives she really can’t complain! With money secured and the Spicys placated for now, you decide to…
>Help Inngo some more!>Rejoin Volka and Morook!>Try to eavesdrop on Lido’s gang!>Assist Tzah-Tzie!>Find your room for the night… you’re WIPED!>Write-In!Damn formatting... sorry about the last post, gang. Too lazy to change it! Can't be helped!
>>6260841Would it be in bad taste to try to pull one of those "I'll forgive your debt if you sleep with me" scenarios to TT? She seems like the kinda gal who'd enjoy the role-playing and Anton deserves the feeling of abusing authority for once in his life.
>>6260845I should specify, I mean it in a joking way. You know, hamming it up? Cheer her up while she has to clean dishes.
>>6260845Do it up. Very obvious ham it up, give her a wink if that doesn't work, but that's fun. +1
>>6260841>Try to eavesdrop on Lido’s gang!But then leave her to it while we do this.
>>6260845>>6260902>Playful Flirting (NOT AN HR VIOLATION! Funny Stuff!)>>6260902>Scope out the Spicys!Writing!
>>6260974Excuse me, Violating HR is very important. Anton better slap that ass on the way out.
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Yea, you can’t just leave your gal-pal hangin’! Retracing your steps into the back room, you can’t help but wince a bit as the clattering dishes and sloshing water seem to get louder and more violent at your approach!
H-hey, TT, you begin, putting on your winning smile as you approach the DISH ZONE, how you doin’?
A pair of very UNENTHUSED eyes turn to greet you. Is… is she mad?
Another dish clatters onto the counter.
Yea, she’s mad… look, you begin, you’re pretty sure Inngo was joking about the whole ‘banning’ thing! A-and besides… You're the co-owner! You could totally unban her if y-
Waiiiiit a second… the sides of your mouth curl into a mischievous smirk as an idea comes to mind… a devious, no-good, ANTONy idea!
Say, you begin in a sultry tone as you saunter over to the dishDurher’s side, why’s a sweet little thing like her hidden away doing DISHES?
The wooden stool creaks beneath TT’s feet as she splashes some water your way! “Alas! A loathsome BEAST sealed me away~” She sighs, “Content to deprive the world of my beauty… FOREVERMORE~”
Okay, you groan, it’s not gonna be forev-ugh… look, you continue, as you gently wrap your arms around her petite waist, what if the beast-
“LOATHSOME beast.”
Right, you sigh, LOATHSOME beast made her a deal, hmm? The word ‘deal’ sends the Durher’s pointy ears a-flutter, but she’s quick to conceal her enthusiasm! Guess that’s your cue to continue?
“... Proceed.”
Atta’ girl. Well, you continue as you gently massage her hips, what if she could pay off her debt to the new owner… another way?
TT cranes her neck back to get a good, hard stare into your eyes, her tail whipping back and forth like a medieval flail! EErr, you sputter, y-you know… if… she’s okay… with it?
She stands there silently pouting for a moment as she weighs your words. “Anton...” She growls, “Are you… seriously... asking-”
Y-you’re just playing, you sputter! You’ll totally get her off the hook, but you just thought-
“You just thought!” She repeats, whirling around on her stool to meet you face-to-face, “You just thought!?”
Retracting your hands so you can deflect whatever impending attack is coming, your neck creaks like an old water pump as you nod your head up and down! Oh man… sometimes her bites hurt a lot...
You’re about two seconds away from fleeing the scene screaming when the Durher explodes into LAUGHTER like a fuzzy, fun-sized IED--derisive, but genuine laughter!
“Oh Ant… you… you…” She wheezes as she rocks back and forth on the stool, “You were gonna whore yourself out… for… for DISHES!”
The sudden realization smacks you in the face like a dish rag! Hey, WHAT?! No, no, NO, you snarl, you were offering for HER to whore herself out! To get OUT of dishes!
>CONTD.
>>6261029“Too late! I know your price now~” She chirps, still struggling to contain herself as she rocks back and forth! “A night of dishes… for a night of ‘PASSIONE!’”
Don’t call it that! And stop posing, damn it, you can’t see her, but you KNOW she’s doing it! And that’s NOT your price, by the way! It’s… it’s hers, and… and QUIT LAUGHING!
As you might expect, the ferocious fuzzball doesn’t quit laughing… in fact, your protests only make her laugh harder! Hunched over and giggling like a schoolgirl, TT gasps for more air to begin another assault when the stool beneath her feet slips away… and sends her tumbling into the sink with a baleful ‘nyaaah!’
It takes you a bit with all the thrashing she’s doing, but through some divine providence you manage to save the Spinner from certain soaping! Carrying the doused Durher away from the death trap, you collapse into a nearby chair and squirm as she immediately straddles you!
“My hero~” She purrs with a grin! “I oughta’ do dishes more often, huh?” Her claw barely misses stifling a snicker! Har-har, you groan as you give her plush and pleasing posterior a firm pat, you’re never gonna live this down, are you?
“Hmmm…. I wonder~” TT remarks with mock contemplation in her tone before adjusting herself on your lap! W-wait, you sputter, she’s… she’s not seriously-
“Whaaaat?” Tzah-Tzie asks innocently as she cocks her head to the side, “I was just getting comfy after my near-death experience! What did YOU think I was doing, hmm?”
W-well-
Your answer is cut short by a playful nip on your nape!
“Enticing as the offer is, Ant, we’re NOT doing that in here…” The girl runs a hand through her unseen hair. “I’m not THAT shameless, y’know… and if those Spicys are still here, well…”
Yea, you reply with a knowing nod, you’re sorry… you didn’t mean to joke around with them he-
“Breathe, Anton…” She purrs as you feel a fuzzy tail caress your cheek, “I’m definitely not opposed to the idea later…” She blinks. “What IS the plan anyways? Are we staying here? Heading into the city? Back to the wilderness? I lost track of everything when I heard how rich we are.”
We?
Your question is met by a glare that could melt a glacier. O-oh, right… well, you begin,
>We should leave ASAP.>It’s getting late, so we’ll stay here!AND
>We’ll sneak back into Crossroads after this.>We should make for Umberal to the North…>We’re going West… to those woods Sysska hangs out in…>I wanna go back South… where MIKK is.>East… that’s where we’ll go. Where all those Skogs live.>I dunno where to go yet–we’ll just head back into the outskirts and plan!>Write-In!
>>6261034>It’s getting late, so we’ll stay here!We also want to get some distance between us and the species.
As for the plan...where exactly was her family again? We wanted to go rescue her sisters, right?
>>6261038TT's from Umberal, the Sleepless City to the North. Unfortunately it sounds like that's the Spice Cartel's base of operations as well... and home to Tzah-Tzie's Ex-Fiance
>>6261047In that case, that's where we're going.
>>6261034>It’s getting late, so we’ll stay here!>We should make for Umberal to the North…We've got to take down the Spicys and their asshole boss befire they retaliate against the Lamplighters (or us). Priority 1.
>>6261047husband, actually, remember? Ruusdii here is married. We're cucking a mob boss.
>>6261085Naw, he ended up going through several of her sisters instead. Pretty bad.
We're definitely killing that dude, though. And then having unprotected hanky panky with Tzah Tzie on top of his grave.
>>6261088Well, she said she was married before, when she first told us her backstory. Used the word. I assumed from later stories that when she made herself puke to avoid havign sex with him, it was their nuptial night, after the ceremony?
>>6261034>>It’s getting late, so we’ll stay here!
>>6261090Matter of opinion, I suppose! You guys can ask Vhale all about it if you run into him... maybe!
>>6261034>It’s getting late, so we’ll stay here!>We should make for Umberal to the North…>>6261088We should see if Red wants his soul for either free or just a minor favor
>>6261093Ah, missed the seoncd half.
>We should make for Umberal to the North…
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You’ll stay here tonight, you reply, making the fuzzball purr with a few good ear scritches, it’s late… and you get the feeling Inngo won’t let anyone mess with his lodgers, not even Spicys. After that, well… you’ll hit the road!
A frown forms on TT’s face as she continues to stare into your eyes. “... I’m not going to like where we’re headed… am I?”
Better rip the bandage off now, right? No, you somberly reply, she isn’t… but it needs to be done.
A weary sigh leaves the Spinner’s pursed lips as you both arrive at the same answer:
“Umberal.”
Umberal.
Biting her lip in trepidation, Tzah-Tzie traces a slow, methodical circle around your chest. “... Did you tell Volka or Morook yet? I figure he oughta’ know…”
You were gonna share earlier, you shrug, but those jerks came in… and you kinda wanted to start by telling her the full story-
“What’s there to tell, Ant?” Groans the girl as she shifts uncomfortably on your lap! “The Cartel’s up there and they’re not going to stop until we give ‘em more than a slap in the face–I GET that, it’s just-”
There’s more, you interrupt, gently guiding one of her claws to your new lid! A quizzical look forms on TT’s face!
“... Where’d you get this?”
Your infernal friend, you reply, earning an incredulous glance from your musical mate! You… you may have found a way to get your memories back! And do some good for Zoral while you’re at it!
“No, Ant…” Tzah-Tzie replies, shaking her head angrily, “No, no, no... you saw how messed up Rezzie was–a deal with a devil is… it’s just STU-”
He has the ability to devour souls, you fire back! And he wants four specific souls… does she understand?
The Durher’s eyes become pinpricks. “Ant, do you even know what you’re suggesting right now?”
Yes, you nod, you’re-
“Do you really, REALLY understand? I don’t think you do!”
You DO, okay!? Noticing how loud your tone is getting, you dial things back with a deep breath before continuing in a measured voice. It sounds crazy, you know-
“THAT’S an understatement-”
But you’re pitting a giant against a giant here! Can she imagine any other way anyone could deal with these… ‘Lords’, or whatever?
The Spinner appraises you for a moment before cooly asking a new question. “... How exactly will he get their souls, Anton? Is he going to use you?”
The look on your face betrays you almost instantly, prompting the girl to rise from your lap and pace around the kitchen.
>CONTD.
>>6261468Y-you know it’s not ideal-
“I want you to promise me a few things, Anton,” She mutters, pausing her pacing to glance at you over her shoulder. “And I want them now.”
Your mouth opens to protest, but you relent. O-okay…?
Trotting over to face you eye-to-eye, Tzah-Tzie gives you a hard stare.
“I’m a Spinner. Not my first adventure rodeo. But you know how many people I’ve seen die, Anton…”
Right, you nod, well-
A well-timed claw reaches up and presses against your lips.
“Whatever happens in Umberal, I want you to promise me you’ll get everyone on-board with your plan…” Her eyes tremble. “We were lucky with Rolo… but Vhale isn’t Rolo, okay?” The girl pauses to gulp. “... and neither is Trier… Hells, I don’t even want to think of Trier…”
What’s next?
“If you… if you run into Vhale…” She continues, each work shakier than the last, “... I want to be there. I shouldn’t, I know, but… but I have to face that bastard some day…”
Uh-huh.
“And this is the BIG one:” TT sighs as her gaze sinks floorward, “I don’t… DON’T want you to speak to, visit, or interact with my family at ALL.” Her expression hardens as a snarl forms on her face! “I MEAN it, Anton. We’re staying far FAR away from them!”
Even her sis-
“That’s different.” She counters! “If… if we can help my sisters, even one of them… then great, but…” Her eyes regain their fire.; “But that’s it.”
An uncomfortable silence falls over the kitchen as she finalizes her requests.
“Are we clear?”
Are we?
>I have a question, actually.>Of course.>About one of the promises…>I can’t promise anything, TT.>Write-In!
>>6261470>About one of the promises…I do get why she doesn't want to talk with her family. I get it. But we might end up in a situation where we kinda...have to? Not just her sisters, I mean. We don't know what's going to happen there.
Other than that,
>Of course.
>>6261474>>6261728>Of COURSE>>6261474>Errr, but your senpai-Updating tomorrow! Busy day!
>>6261745Goddamn it I shortened family and it went to senpai. I hate this damn website
>>6261470>>6261474Yeah, it might be even necessary to talk to them as part of our plan to take out Vhale
It’s rare to see Tzah-Tzie so Tzah-Tzerious… but you know better than to yank her chain around when she is! Of course, you nod, gently placing a hand on the Durher’s shoulder, you might be an affable goofball with a penchant for pratfalls and awkward faux pas, but… you promise.
A boulder’s-worth of tension leaves her tiny body as your answer hits her ears… and a relieved smile breaks through her stony expression.
“... Thank you, Ant. I know I sound unreasonable, but…” The Spinner gulps down some lingering unease. “... But it’s been years since I’ve been to Umberal.” Her big eyes delve deep into yours. “Truth be told: I’d rather I never went back.”
Well you won’t be sightseeing, you shrug, you’ve got business to take care of. TT nods.
“I know… and I’m with you every step of the way, okay?” A gossamer tail gently caresses your leg. “‘A Tzah-Tzie guarantee’, remember?” She adds as a cheeky grin finds its way onto her face.
There… is one thing, you mutter as your eyes fall from the Spinner’s stare. But uh… if you go looking for her sisters then you might run into her family one way or another-
“Then I’ll be very, very far away when that happens.” TT replies without missing a beat. “I’m not dumb, Ant… I just have no desire whatsoever to ever interact with my family again.”
Well yea, but-
“Vhale might be a monster, but my family gave us up willingly.” She adds with a pointed stare. “Everything they own is stained with blood, Ant. Everything. And if this trip to Umberal inconveniences them in even the smallest capacity, well…” She shrugs. “Then I’m all for it.”
Giving your leg another pat with her tail, the girl regards you warmer than she did at the beginning of the conversation as her eyes sheepishly start to search the floor…
“One more thing…”
That earns a raised eyebrow! Yea?
Steadying herself with a deep breath, she looks at you with those sparkly eyes of hers… and then shakes her head.
“... N-nevermind… I’ll tell you tonight.”
Fair enough?
What’s next?
>Help Inngo some more!
>Grab a drink and enjoy the bar a bit!
>Rejoin Volka and Morook!
>Try to eavesdrop on Lido’s gang!
>Ask TT something else!
>Find your room for the night… you’re WIPED!
>Write-In!
>>6262001>Try to eavesdrop on Lido’s gang!This was our plan originally before our attempt at consensual workplace sexual harassment backfired.
>>6262001>Try to eavesdrop on Lido’s gang!
>>6262005>>6262009>Snoop on the Spicys!A tasty plan indeed!
>Roll me 1d100+3 (+2 Loose Footwork, +2 Illusionist Initiate, +2 Crowded Tavern, +3 Sneaky Leather Armor, -3 Spicy Goons, -2 PEEPERRRRRSSS!!!!!!, -1 Kinda loud!) to see what you can hear! Best of 3!>>6262005>Before our attempt at consenual workplace sexual harrassment backfiredYou come at the QUEEN you'd best not MISS, son!
OFFICIAL TT VICTORY THEME:
https://youtu.be/vaiuTj4wLNM
Rolled 55 + 3 (1d100 + 3)
>>6262023Don't worry, someday we will get her to roleplay a funny hentai situation just like in our japanese mangoes.
Rolled 71 (1d100)
>>6262023Roll
Rolled 96 + 3 (1d100 + 3)
>>6262023
>>6262024>>6262030>>6262054>HIGHEST ROLL: 99!Well DAMN! Writing!
>>6262024>somedayCan't fault TT on enthusiasm!
With your gal pal more or less placated, you give her head a tender scritch before making a break for the exit a-OOF!
“Sorry!”
Part of you wants to know how TT managed to get tangled up in your legs so fast, but you instead ask where she thinks she’s going!
… Aaaaaaand here come the puppy dog eyes…
“Why… I thought we had an arrangement, dear Anton~”
And you thought she spinned it to make it sound like you whore yourself out for dishes! The Durher cocks her head to the side in mock thought.
“Well darn… It’s late and yet I still have so much energy… I guess I’ll just wear myself out cleaning dishes~”
D’oh! W-well, you stammer, maybe that’s enough for… toni-
“You’re the beeeeeest, Ant~” She chirps, hopping up to plant a smooch on your cheek before scurrying out of her dish dungeon! That girl…
Inngo shoots you a stoic nod as you emerge from the kitchen, clearly not bothered enough to go after the pernicious pipsqueak. Calling upon your mighty SHORT-TERM MEMORY, you manage to weed out the wiseguys almost instantaneously from the crowd… though having a Skog and a shades-wearing Gnok helps quite a bit!
LIMBOOOOOing through the crowded cantina like the champ you are, you manage to comfortably squeeze in behind a dozing Molegg… and right next to the sneaky Spicys!
“I don’t think I get it, boss…” Mutters the Mzz’goe’virr with a defeated sigh.
“I don’t think you get it either,” Frowns Lido as he continues to sip the drink you poured him. “Peepers?”
“It’s simple, Muuzi:” Peepers recites like a student giving a presentation, “If dis’ Anton guy heads North, he’ll be picked up long before he reaches Umberal! East? Skog chow before he even hits da’ border!” Peepers awkwardly thumbs his shades. “Errr, no offense, Biiba.”
The group’s resident Skog nods as he sips daintily on his alcohol-free drink. Hey… where’d he find a STRAW?!
>CONTD.
>>6262162“So the only real options are South… or West!” Concludes the Gnok as he triumphantly thumbs his spectacles!
“And if I wanted to get lost, I’d go West.” Adds Lido, giving his fellow Gnok’s shoulder a grateful shake, “But if I wanted to get lost and NOT get eaten, I’d go South.”
“Reckon his pals know the lay o’ the land too…” Biiba grunts. “Rolo said dat’ Ruusdi broad was wiv’ em too…”
“We leavin’ t’night!?” Sputters Needo the knife-crazy Durher! “I can march, Lid! I can march fer’ HOURS!”
“Nah…” Mutters Lido as he stirs his beverage with his claw, “Haste makes waste in the wilds. We’ll stay here, get a fresh start tomorrow.” A derisive snort leaves his lips as they curl into a fresh grin. “Hells, maybe a Maakar chewed ‘em up already. Easy money!”
“Heh! Or bandit chow!” Guffaws the Mzz’goe’virr!
“Anywho,” Lido concludes as he cracks his neck, “We’ll head towards RYTZO tomorrow.”
Biiba frowns. “Dat’ ole’ fishing town?”
“Mhm…” Nods Lido, “Higher-ups haven’t heard a lick from our boys there in ages. Figure we kill two Neetz with one stone. Rolo seemed fine with it…”
“Yea, about Rolo-”
The conversation doesn’t seem to be winding down, but you feel the sleeping Molegg shift a bit next to you… what do!?
>ABORT!>CONTINUE!>Write-In!
>>6262165>CONTINUE!If the Molegg wakes up, they'll stop talking anyway.
>>6262165>ABORT!We know enough: there's trouble up North to keep an eye out for (which they've moved on from and don't seem to be circling back to) and their search for us is going west, next.
Rolled 2 (1d2)
>>62621651 - Abort
2 - Continue
>>6262189I doubt it matters, but they're actually heading South.... Rytzo happens to be the village that Cultist mentioned back in the Cult Den too. It was the fallback point if shit hit the fan and the summoning failed
>“But if I wanted to get lost and NOT get eaten, I’d go South.”Sorry if I worded it strangely! Anywho, looks like we're stickin around! Oh, and since you rolled so well before I'll forego a second roll! Lucky LUCKY! Writing.
Why, stay right there of course! If Lido and his cheerleaders move, you’ll just move with ‘em! Man, you’re pretty cool sometimes-oh wait, they’re continuing!
“What about Rolo?” Lido asks as he sends a pointed glance at Peepers. “We got our job.”
“Yea, well…” Mutters the other Gnok, “W-we’re still gonna have him as a boss, right? Last time I talked ta’ Kiigha she said-”
“Kiigha says shit all the time…” Their Capo groans, waving the statement away like a fart in the wind! “A casino got burned down… big whoop. Rolo’s just headin’ back to Umberal ta’ talk to The Boss about rebuildin’ the Meat Wagon, is all.”
‘Rebuilding the Meat Wagon’... the meaning isn’t totally clear, but you’re pretty sure the Spice Cartel isn’t building an actual wagon made of meat…
“What about the Chairman, Lid?”
The Gnok gives the Mzz’goe’virr a thoughtful glance.
“Terrible shame. What about it?”
“Well…” Adds Muuzi, “We uh… we didn’t-”
“Dunno anything about that.” Shrugs the Gnok. “Beeb?”
The stoic Skog stoops down low to put a hand on the Mzz’goe’virr’s shoulder. “Word to da’ wise: Y’on da’ right hand? Stay there. Don’t go sniffin’ around da’ left.”
“The less you know the better in dis’ line-a work…” Peepers adds with a knowing nod. “That’s why Needo’s such a good hood!”
The Durher’s eyes light up with ire! “EY!”
Before Needo can stick a knife in any of his coworkers, Peeper’s eyes widen at the approach of a pair of heavy footfalls just off to your side! The rest of the hoodlums just stare, cool as a cucumber patch!
“Somethin’ I can help ya’ with, stretch?” Asks Lido, his perpetually-tired eyes drifting up to the newcomer’s face!
“Forgive my uncouthness…” Mutters the towering figure, his eyes and few features hidden under some kind of cloak, “But did mine ears hear you mention the late Chairman Fellick?”
>CONTD.
>>6262371The Spicys exchange a glance as the words settle in. “Just talkin’ about what a terrible tragedy it is,” Answers Lido, earning a few murmurs of assent from his pals. “Way ahead of his time.”
“S’truth…” Nods the figure, “And yet an unyielding miasma obfuscates the circumstances… pray, friends, hast thou procured any news in your wanderings?”
“Nope.” Lido shrugs, “An-”
“An’ boss didn’t ask ya’ ta’ join us, Silky-Speech!” Snarls Needo!
“Yea!” Adds Muuzi as an unnerving crackle emanates from his eyes, “Say, you a Spinner or somethin’? Howsabout writin’ a song about gettin’ LOST, right, boss?”
The figure falters under the insult onslaught! “I… mean no offense, good sirs-”
“S’alright, ya’ didn’t know…” Lido sighs as he leans back into his seat! “Say, you smell that?” The Gnok asks as he samples the air with exaggerated enthusiasm. “What an interesting smell, eh?”
“... Spicy…” The figure muses, not bothering to move from his spot in front of them! “My sincerest apologies, friends, but any information would be-”
His request is swiftly denied when the twitchy Durher slams his blade into the table with a resounding ‘THOK!’
“He didn’t take da’ hint, boss…” Stammers Needo as he stares the newcomer in the eyes with a maddened chuckle, “M-my turn?”
Unperturbed, Lido leans across the table with a stony expression. “Let me be clear, pal: this table’s full.”
The tension is palpable as the stranger stands his ground. One thing’s for sure: something’s about to give… Biting your lip, you decide to:
>Surprise attack the Spicys!>Tackle the newcomer!>Stay Silent! They’ll… Continue to Think You Aren’t There!>Head back to the others while you still can!>Grab Inngo! He can sort this!>DISTRACTION!>Step between the two groups! Peace!>Write-In!
>>6262376>Surprise attack the Spicys!
>>6262376>Surprise attack the Spicys!THE ONLY ONE GOING SOUTH IS YOU GUYS
TO HELL.
BECAUSE HELL IS DOWN
I THINK.
WHATEVER DIE!!!
>>6262376>>Step between the two groups! Peace!there are 6 of them, it is quite probable that we would have to use demon powers and burn down the tavern (again)
if not piece, atleast advise them to take it outside and only attack there
>>6262376>Step between the two groups! Peace!We do NOT want to beat these spicies. If we fight them, we'll have to kill them, and if we do, the Cartel will know we're here and they're gonna burn down this Inn.
>>6262441SWAPPING TO
>PEACEBECAUSE TIES SUCK.
>>6262376>Step between the two groups! Peace!
>>6262406>A PREEMPTIVE RETALIATION!>>6262462>>6262536>>6262542>>6262571>GIVE PEACE A CHANCE!D'awww you guys are so cute sometimes... anywho, let's see if it works!
>Roll me 1d100+3 (+2 Illusionist Initiate, +4 Cool Bartender, -3 High Tensions!) to see if you can defuse this powder keg! Best of 3!
Rolled 79 + 3 (1d100 + 3)
>>6262580PEACE
FRIENDSHIP
LOVE.
Rolled 71 (1d100)
>>6262580Hell yeah
Rolled 47 + 3 (1d100 + 3)
>>6262580Since no one else is rolling...
>>6262664>exactly 50Kewl.
>>6262584>>6262592>>6262664>HIGHEST ROLL: 82!Damn, y'all Steven Universe'd that shit. Writing!
TEND. THE. BAR! With nothing but a steadying breath to support you, you emerge from behind your catnapping cover and adjust your hat to an appropriately-gruff angle! They can’t see it, of course, but it makes you feel better, so…
Anywho, retrieving a glass from their table, you waste no time in getting to work polishing it! Problem, fellers? Startled by your sudden appearance, both parties forgo clobbering each other as they turn to face you!
“H-how long were youse’ standin’ there!?” Hisses Needo as he surreptitiously removes the knife from your table!
When you noticed trouble was brewin’, you reply, focusing your grizzle on the word ‘trouble’!
“F-forgive me, good sir,” Stammers the cloaked figure towering over you, “I’m afraid I don’t frequent establishments like these oft-”
“No trouble here, Mr. Co-owner...” Smirks Lido as he settles back into his chair! “Just directin' our new pal here to the exit…”
“Yea, das’ right!” Agrees Muuzi the Mzz’goe’virr with a dopey chuckle! “He gotta lil’ mixed up, is all! Askin’ about ole’ Fellick-”
“MUUZI.”
Lido invoking his crony’s name might spook the others, but you hold firm with a disapproving stare! Look, you grunt, if they wanna conduct that kind of business they can do it outside! Plenty of open land out there!
The freakishly-tall figure cocks his head to the side–a hint of yellow visible beneath his hood! “I… apologies, but I don’t follow-”
You don’t tolerate fighting in here, you explain, your tone straddling stoic AND understanding!
“What about dat’ fight over there?”
Following Peepers’ peepers across the bar, your heart takes the plunge into your stomach when you see who he’s staring at!
“That’s... That's MY food, darn it!” Volka snarls as a familiar pair of lime-green eyes dangles from her claw! “Get your own! M-Morook, make her spit it out! Morooooook~”
The ever-vigilant Morook doesn’t react–his glum expression evoking memories of being stuck in Summer School classes…
>CONTD.
>>6262787They uh… you’re gonna talk to them in a bit, you stammer! Regardless-
“Forget it,” Groans the leader of the pack as he levers himself out of his seat, “Too loud ta’ get a buzz in here anyways.” Shoving past the mysterious figure, Lido leads the charge towards the tavern exit. “C’mon boys… we’ll stop at the next one.”
The rest of the Spicys file out like kids on a field trip. Stoic as a statue, Biiba the Skog makes a point of stopping at the cloaked questioner’s side with unusual venom in his glare!
“... Brittle Tusk…”
The remaining patron doesn’t react. Stomping after his pals, Biiba leaves the two of you alone at a now-vacant table.
“M-my thanks, sir,” He mumbles, standing awkwardly behind one of the table’s seats, “It was not my intent to upset your customers…”
Yea, well, you shrug, they seemed like trouble anyways. He knows they were Spicys, right?
“Y-yes… I’m aware of the term…” Nods the figure as he finally opts to sit down, “Truth be told, I sought to incense them enough to share their knowledge…” He shifts awkwardly. “An underhanded tactic, to be sure, but…”
Stopping mid-sentence, a sheepish laugh leaves the would-be instigator’s lips! “But where are my manners!? Y-you must be busy. Pray, don’t concern yourself on my account–I shall endeavor to respect your rules for the remainder of my stay!”
You can’t shake the feeling that something’s up with this guy, but you also have better things to do than let random patrons cry on your shoulder! Wait a second… do you? Isn’t that, like, half of what being a bartender is? Did… did you finally make it?!
Man, if only Liz could see you now! She’d…
… Nah, she’d probably still hate your guts. Anywho, what do?
>Try to catch up with Lido’s Crew!>Investigate the Investigator!>Break up the Volka/TT spat!>Check in with Inngo!>Head to bed already!>Write-In!
>>6262788>Break up the Volka/TT spat!>Head to bed already!Say nothing, just grab TT and take her to bed. Two birds with one stone.
>>6262788>Investigate the Investigator!
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>>6262789>(1) Go to Bed>>6263105>(2) Talk to the InvestigatorWriting whichever is rolled!
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All told, a part of you wants to just grab Tzah-Tzie by the scruff of her mischievous neck and grab some shuteye… but Volka’s a big girl–she can handle a greedy little gremlin on her own!
Not to mention you’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious about this guy, especially his uh, earnest method of gathering information! Sitting down across from the pushy Skog, you begin by letting loose the sigh you didn’t notice you were holding in! That… coulda’ gone worse.
“Verily…” Nods the figure, a bashful smile creeping onto what little you can see of his tusked face! “In truth, sir, I know all too well which master they serve…”
Then he knows how dangerous the Spicys are, you flatly retort. He must really want some info, huh? The Skog shrugs his massive shoulders.
“Haste and panic clouded mine judgement, yes…” He sighs, tapping a finger on the table that could probably snap your neck like a pretzel, “The deeper I delve into this mystery, the hazier it becomes…”
Fellick, right? You uh… you heard he snuffed it.
“Word travels fast…” Mutters the mystery-buster with a weary shake of his head! “Though you ARE a tavernkeeper… thou must acquire all manners of knowledge here…”
Co-owner, you shrug, but yea… so, you add, what’s he heard anyways?
You’re answered by a nervous laugh! “Oh… forgive me, sir, but I was-err, well that is to say I already AM answering for breaches in protocol and information, so…” Something between the sound of the Skog coughing and clearing his throat leaves the stranger’s lips as he rises from his seat!
“F-forgive the disruptions I caused–I’ll be on my way n-”
“RoOoOOk! She won’t stop licking my food-”
“NyaaaaR-”
“Please tell me we can leav-”
Time slows to a crawl as your entire entourage seems to collide with the departing detective… and while everyone is too busy recoiling like they were hit with a fire hose, an uncanny, primal anger alights beneath your heart when you see it:
https://youtu.be/e9vrfEoc8_g
Polished tusks.
Immaculate teeth.
Blue eyes over the usual Skog yellow!
A part of you knew why this space cadet spoke so eloquently, but you didn’t want to entertain the thought!
The anger in Volka and Tzah-Tzie’s expressions fade away quicker than a fart in a jet propulsion lab when they too come to the same conclusion!
“O-OH!” Sputters the former, letting the latter drop to the ground like a bag of groceries, “It’s… you!”
“And who, exactly is this?” Inquires Morook.
Sensing the jig is up, the Skog abandons the effort of putting his hood back on as he answers Volka with a DISGUSTINGLY charming smile!
“Yes,” He sighs, “It is I: LIGHTBRINGER JHAIRO... w-well, former-err, it matters not!”
“M-me too…” Stammers Tzah-Tzie, your gal pal reacting with the usual grace and dignity.
Damned HUNKS!
>CONTD.
>>6263575“A-and you’re Meister Volkir’s daughter… Volka!” He exclaims, eager to change the subject! Her eyes widen in a blend of shock and relief!
“Y-yea! The um… ‘The One and Only’! H-hahah…”
“And Miitu!” Smiles the HUNK as his dumb, pretty face shifts over to TT! “I knew you looked familiar!”
“Metoo….” She gurgles, eyes still spinning!
“I was just getting acquainted with the co-owner,” Jhairo adds as he clasps your shoulder with a claw that yep, pretty sure he just dislocated it! You’ll have to pop that back in later… “Forgive me, sir, but I haven’t had the pleasure of making your acquaintance…”
“Morook,” The Chytree replies in a civil tone, “Meister Volkir’s… other adopted child. And helper as needed.” He cocks his head to the side. “How do you know my sister?”
“Oh, it’s embarrassing, really…” Answers Jhairo with an embarrassed chuckle, “We met at your father’s potion shop when I was tracking a particularly loathsome demon…” He smiles at his fellow Skog. “... and I ran into a pair of angels instead!”
Jhairo and Morook share a laugh while you wrestle your POISONED BLADE back into your pocket! Volka, meanwhile, seems lost between wanting to melt beneath the floorboards and… keep talking?
“HAH! A-angels! G-good one!” She sputters as she picks TT off the ground and hugs her like a support plushie, “Wh-what brings, you here, Mr. Jhai-”
“Please,” He interrupts, his face turning a little red as well, “J-just Jhairo for now!”
“Jhairo,” She nods, “What brings you outside the city? I thought you were a-”
Jhairo’s cocky HUNKINESS deflates long before she can finish the question. “I-It’s a long story, but suffice it to say I’ve been given a new task for…” His dreamy eyes flit skyward. “Well, for the foreseeable future, I’m afraid.”
“Let me guess:” Morook drones, “Mitaaran Church?”
“I-indeed…” Jhairo replies as he dejectedly hangs his head. “It isn’t permanent, but I have been… diverted from my usual Templar duties.”
“That’s horrible…” Frowns Volka, her usual empathy overtaking her bashfulness. “Well if you need any help-”
“Oh no!” He answers with a belly laugh rivaling Volka’s, “No no no NOoooOoO… I couldn’t... And I shan’t.”
Straightening like a scarecrow, the Templar clears his throat! “Quoth THE SECOND SERMON OF MITAAR: ‘Mitaar showers us with gifts of light, yet it is burdenless. Burden not the needy, for sharing is divine.”
Where’s Rezzie when you need her...
>CONTD.
>>6263576Volka cocks her head to the side with a wry grin. “But… isn’t helping others sharing? I don’t know much about religious stuff, but-”
“You know more than I, it would seem!” Jhairo answers with a sheepish laugh! “An astute point indeed… but really, I wouldn’t dream of asking anything of you or your friends–you must have far more pressing matters to attend to…”
“Well actu-”
Oh no, Volka’s going to give this HUNK a reason to hang around! Quick, what do!?
>MAN it’s LATE! We really oughta’ get to bed! BYE, JHAIRO!>What got you kicked out anyways?>So what HAS he gathered about Fellick?>What does he know about the Cartel anywho?>Any word on demons in the area?>How… C-Can W-We… H-Help…?>Weird question: has he heard any rumors about hu-err, ODD GNOKS lately?>Stay Silent! He’ll think you disappeared!>Write-In!
>>62635>Mention the cultist backup place in Rytzo and the Spicies going in thereThat ought to send him FAR away from us.
>>6263578>So what HAS he gathered about Fellick?>Mention the cultist backup place in Rytzo and the Spicies going in there.
>>6263582>>6263588>SCREW IT, LET'S DO BOTHWritingggggg
Your personal feelings about HUNKZILLA aside, you don’t know what kind of shitstorm you’ll unleash if he catches wind of RED or your powers! Jhairo doesn’t seem to have any tools to detect anything, but better safe than sorry, right?
Hey, pal-
“OH! Hang on a sec!” Volka’s sudden outburst nearly bowls you over, but Jhairo’s claw on your still-dislocated and VERY sore shoulder holds you steady! Volka, wait-
“Totally slipped my mind, Mor!” She continues, her wide eyes jumping between Jhairo and her brother, “Chairman Fellick died!”
“Wha? How?” Exclaims the Chytree with a flash in his eyes! “Did he tumble out of that ridiculous tower, or-”
Volka’s tail cuts Morook off as she shoots Jhairo an apologetic grin! “S-sorry, he’s not really a ‘people’ person-”
“Fret not… we all grieve in our own ways!” Replies the Templar with a sagely nod! “Streuth… it would certainly put many minds at ease if t’were mere accident… but no–t’was most likely murder… most FOUL!” Rubbing his tusks in quiet contemplation, Jhairo lets loose a pondering growl under his breath. “Though there were no signs of a break-in… and the wards protecting the Chairman’s quarters were second-to-none.”
“Then what makes you so certain it was murder?” Counters the Chytree!
“Well…” The Skog grumbles, clearly torn between talking and clamming up, “There… were some… worrying elements… present at the crime scene…”
“Me… too…”
“Ha! I would certainly hope not!” Laughs Jhairo as he gives the still-loopy Spinner a wink! “Suffice it to say t’was a, erm… lapse in security during the investigation… which leads us to believe there were other parties at play…”
Just because someone snuck in doesn’t mean they did it, you counter, earning a very long and VERY HARD stare from the Templar!
“... How dost thou know that-”
Errr, b-bartender’s intuition, you sputter! Y-you hear all kinds of stuff in a public house!
“... Verily.” Nods the terse Templar! “Indeed, the game is still afoot… and while I loathe to gossip, HIGH BELLCOUNTER IRYA is pulling her plumage out over the whole situation!” A sheepish grin slips onto the Skog’s face. “And, erm… is partly why I’m here before you know… in so many words.”
“Hells, the head of the Bellcounters is stumped too?” Volka remarks, her eyes glowing with barely-hidden delight! “Well hey, I run a merry band of folks devoted to keeping Crossroads safe-”
“THE LAMPLIGHTERS?”
>CONTD.
>>6263794If you didn’t know any better, you’d think Volka was two seconds away from blasting off into space! “Y-YES! YES YES YES!” She sputters with wild eyes and little hops punctuating each word! “H-have you heard? O-of us!? You’ve heard!?”
“Erm, well…” Jhairo smiles, “My brothers and I have interred quite a few of your members in the temple crematorium… B-BUT THE WORK THEY DO IS HIGHLY APPRECIATED!” He stammers just as grapefruit-sized tears start to well up in the poor girl’s eyes!
“Who’s going to replace Fellick anyways?” Asks Morook as he gives his sister a few reassuring pats on the elbow.
“Ah. Another snag…” Scoffs the Skog, his tail flicking behind him in annoyance! “You see, the three top candidates: ZIST, KUBRI, and GHIRA held a memorial on a yacht in Fellick’s memory… and I TRULY shouldn’t be speaking about this, but…” His blue eyes GLEAM as he leans in conspiratorially! “There was an ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT! On all three!”
Now it’s time for you to be shocked–you must have missed the yacht party! And the assassination attempt! Was this around your spa day, or-
“No kidding! When did it happen!?” Asks Volka, the girl completely enraptured in the conversation!
“The day after that explosion in… euch… GOLD TOWN…” Groans the Templar!
Oh yea, you nod, that was… that sounded gnarly...
“Gnarly indeed…” Jhairo nods, “Yet the destruction of that Monument to Sin may hath saved our would-be Chairmen’s lives… ‘pon the Casino’s destruction, High Bellcounter Irya decreed she’d take no chances… and she doubled the yacht’s security!” Jhairo’s face turns serene as he closes his eyes and smiles. “Even in these dark times, Mitaar finds ways to shepherd us away from chaos…”
Yea, you nod, totally…
“Me too…”
Say, you begin in a chipper tone as you give TT’s ears a few scritches, you actually caught a few details of the conversation those guys were having…
Jhairo’s already-shiny eyes light up. “... Oh?”
Yep, you add with an enthusiastic nod, they mentioned heading South to some town called… Rizzo?
“RYTZO… The Templar mutters under his breath, “An intriguing destination to be sure…” His face scrunches up as he contemplates it further! “But why such a backwater burg, I wonder…”
W-well, you stammer, genuinely surprised at how quickly he took your advice at face-value, you uh… you also heard there might be some kind of CULT meeting up there too…
Of the DEMONIC variety…
The word barely leaves your lips before Jhairo is halfway to the exit! Sneakily pumping your fist in victory, your victory is short-lived when he’s stopped dead in his tracks by a frantic ‘WAIT!’
>CONTD.
>>6263795“Y-yes, Volka?” He asks, tromping back over with a befuddled expression!
“Rytzo’s far, yea?” She asks, glancing over to Morook for guidance! “And it’s late–you oughta’ talk shop with Morook and plan out a route!”
“Wise indeed…” The Templar nods! “Best not to leave too hastily either, lest they intend to ambush any followers…” Finishing his think-sesh with a resolute sigh, Jhairo thanks Volka with a shiny smile! “You have my thanks–Meister Morook, I humbly request thine counsel on-”
“Of course!” The Ranger replies with a flicker in his eyes, “Anything for a friend of Volka’s!” A sound akin to a sheet of metal being wiggled leaves his lips. “‘Meister Morook... I could get used to that…”
D’oh! With your devious plan thwarted, for the night at least, you let out a long sigh as the tavern Waitress hops at your side and slips a fresh mug of Ruuppaa into your hand!
“Ever try Ruuppaa, Jhairo?” Asks Volka as a replacement beverage is slipped into her claw!
“I erm… I don’t make a habit of drinking…” Stammers the Skog! “THE FIFTH SERMON OF MITAAR states that moderation-”
“Then moderate!” Chirps the Skog as she turns to face the Waitress! “Make that a double on the Ruuppaas! Oh, and put ‘em on my tab.”
“Sure thin, hon!” The Durher replies, no worse for wear even after being held at knifepoint a few minutes ago!
“That’s… very generous…” Jhairo mutters! “Though I worry it might not be to my likin-”
“Don’t worry–if you don’t finish it, she will.” Shrugs Morook as he takes a seat beside his sis.
“Heeeyyy…” Volka grumbles with mock ire in her eyes! “S’true, though! I’ll be the first ta’ admit it~”
“Me… t-too?” Asks Tzah-Tzie blearily.
“Sure, you can order, hon!” Answers her fellow fuzzball! “And you too, Mr. Co-Owner! Congrats, by the way!”
“Ah!” Exclaims the Templar, “Thou recently came into co-ownership?”
The Waitress opens her mouth to answer, but your palm beats her mouth to the punch! It feels like forever, you reply with a laugh! A-and as for your order…
>You’re gonna hit the hay, actually!>You’ll think about the drink… but you’ll hang with them for a bit!>TT, need help finding the room?>You’re gonna check in with Inngo really quick!>One more thing, Jhairo…>Write-In!
>>6263799>You’ll think about the drink… but you’ll hang with them for a bit!I don't care if we're not on the Volka route, I refuse to allow that loser to get her. He doesn't DESERVE volka. He isn't WORTHY.
>>6263799>You’ll think about the drink… but you’ll hang with them for a bit!Let's wingman for Volka. She deserves to both be happy and see skogs in a more positive and heroic light.
>>6263799>You’ll think about the drink… but you’ll hang with them for a bit!
>>6263818>Let's wingman for Volka. She deserves to both be happy and see skogs in a more positive and heroic light.+1
also, better make that drink an Anton, even if we will have to fix it ourselves
>>6263800>>6263818>>6263942>>6263953>HANG OUT A BIT WITH THE GANG(tm) FEATURING JHAIRO FROM THE DEVIL MAY CRY SERIESWriting~
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>>6264034This but unironically. Jhairo sucks. Volka is too good for him.
>>6264037He seems genuinely quite nice.
>>6264108He's some goody two-shoes inquisitor paladin. He'd smite us on the spot if he knew about our 'deals'. He'd smite Rezzie too.
>>6264119Rezzie ate someone at the bathhouse because she felt like it. (it just so happened to be an assassin.)
so 1) double standards; 2) its not exactly unwarranted to be wary of devils, is it?
>>6264128The point, anon, is that he'd do a lot of things Volka would just categorically not want to. If he had to choose between Volka and Mitaar, he would choose Mitaar, because he's a Paladin, that's what matters most to him.
I mean, you do remember how those Mitaar guys are, right? They're basically the Spanish Inquisition.
>>6264131>If he had to choose between Volka and Mitaar, he would choose Mitaari mean, surely; because they have spent like 5 minutes together!
you are denying this man a chance based on your speculations
> Spanish InquisitionI did not expect the Spanish Inquisition.
>>6264141> mean, surely; because they have spent like 5 minutes togetherIf spending some time with a girl could change that, he wouldn't be some big shot paladin.
Anyways, I don't like 'im, and Anton sure as hell doesn't like 'im either. And who can blame him? All this time and his girlfriend still goes gaga at the guy's very presence.
>>6264143>If spending some time with a girl could change that, he wouldn't be some big shot paladin.well, i dont believe you. he just havent spent time with the right one.
and i dont like him either, he talks annoying and the way he summons Miitu is bothersome, but we should tolerate him for Volka
>>6264150I just think Volka could find a nice man who isn't a Boy Scout for the fuckin' Templars
You’ll have an ANTON, you answer as you sit down and give your pals a knowing wink!
“Alright, super! What IS that?”
D’oh! Relaying the recipe to The Waitress, you take a sip from your current drink and smile as the fruity, effervescent draught tickles your throat and warms your tummy! No wonder Volka swears by this!
… wait a second… is that HAIR in your mug?
“Woah… th-that’s a stumper, yea…” Following the voice over to a now very-lucid and guilty-looking Tzah-Tzie, you give her head a gentle tap with your mug! What, she didn’t want her own?
“You know how I get when I ‘glug-gluuuug’!” She counters, making a show of twirling her eyes in circles! “C’moooon, be a pal! Share with your favorite Spinner, yeah?”
Euch… fine. You’re just happy she isn’t spellbound by HUNKULES anymore! Speaking of, he and the others don’t overlook how you’re remaining at the table!
“Stickin’ around, Rook?” Asks Volka, the girl clearly jazzed about having the whole ‘gang’ together! “Atta’ boy… too early ta’ doze off!”
You wouldn’t wanna miss Morook giving directions, you reply with a good-natured shrug! You know the real reason you stuck around, though: say what you will about the guy, Jhairo’s a rare specimen when it comes to Skogs, and Volka seems pretty pleased to hang out with a kindred spirit!
And if she’s willing to support you no matter what, well… it’s only natural to return the favor, right?
So there you sit, fuzzball leaning into your side and snatching a swig every minute or so while Jhairo listens intently to Morook… As does Volka, the girl stealing a glance at her fellow Skog whenever she thinks no one’s looking.
“It’ll be slow-going,” Drones the Ranger as his eyes flicker excitedly, “But if you veer SouthWEST instead of due South, LOOK OUT! You’ll find yourself in a peat bog! Don’t let the smells or the Ziibs bother you, though–the land is ripe with medicinal moss and bog-dwelling bottom feeders that cook easily if you’ve the mind to catch some! Do you have a slab? I’ll tap some descriptions in for you…”
“I’d welcome any aid thou wouldst provide, Meister…” Jhairo replies as he fishes something out from his cloak and places it in front of his guide! “I’m ashamed to admit mine knowledge is woefully limited save for Miitar’s teachings and practices… Oh!” The Templar blinks in surprise as The Waitress plants a fresh mug in front of him! “Err, my sincerest thanks-”
“S’okay! I don’t know much stuff either!” Laughs Volka as she empties one of her many mugs before realizing what she just said! “ERR, I mean, uh…”
>CONTD.
>>6264156C’mon, you interject with a sympathetic scoff, she knows plenty of things!
“Thou DO seemst well-traveled!” Nods Jhairo with a reassuring grin! “Th-that is to say… more worldly than some cloister-bound clergyman…”
Volka blinks at the sudden compliments! “I-I DO? I dunno…”
“YeeeAAA!” TT Mumbles as she presses her cheek into your side, “T-tell ‘em, Volkie…”
Is she already tipsy!? The Durher answers with a sly wink!
“Gettin’ there…”
Hoo boy… hugging the boozy bard close, you watch for a moment as Volka struggles to come up with something she knows about, instead taking some shaky sips from her Ruuppaas while interspersing a few ‘umm’s and ‘ehehe~’s in between!
Since Morook is still punching holes from the sound of it, it falls upon you to support the Skog! What say ye?
>Talk about The Lamplighters, Volka!>Fighting! She knows how to fight!>What about Swimming, hmm?>She’s really compassionate–that’s worth mentioning!>You know how to eat and drink–Hell, you’re a pro!>TT--tell her!>Let her handle it! She’s the one who wanted to talk to the guy!>Write-In!
>>6264156C’mon, you interject with a sympathetic scoff, she knows plenty of things!
“Thou DO seemst well-traveled!” Nods Jhairo with a reassuring grin! “Th-that is to say… more worldly than some cloister-bound clergyman…”
Volka blinks at the sudden compliments! “I-I DO? I dunno…”
“YeeeAAA!” TT Mumbles as she presses her cheek into your side, “T-tell ‘em, Volkie…”
Is she already tipsy!? The Durher answers with a sly wink!
“Gettin’ there…”
Hoo boy… hugging the boozy bard close, you watch for a moment as Volka struggles to come up with something she knows about, instead taking some shaky sips from her Ruuppaas while interspersing a few ‘umm’s and ‘ehehe~’s in between!
Since Morook is still punching holes from the sound of it, it falls upon you to support the Skog! What say ye?
>Talk about The Lamplighters, Volka!>Fighting! She knows how to fight!>What about Swimming, hmm?>She’s really compassionate–that’s worth mentioning!>You know how to eat and drink–Hell, you’re a pro!>Let her handle it! She’s the one who wanted to talk to the guy!>Write-In!
>>6264158Tough choice. I don't want to sabotage her or anything but as I've stated, I don't think Jhairo is a good choice for our girl.
>>6264159Eh, unless he's actively malicious or he makes Volka unhappy, I'm not going to actively sabotage anything.
I don't think he warrants a 'father pointing a shotgun at a suitor' treatment. Especially since we're not Volka's dad.
>>6264158>Fighting! She knows how to fight!>She’s really compassionate–that’s worth mentioning!
>>6264165I just don't think trying to "rizz" the paladin is a good idea. That NEVER ends well.
>>6264158>Let her handle it! She’s the one who wanted to talk to the guy!If she can't hold a conversation with him on her own, the relationship don't got no future, Maan.
>Captcha: AAAA4
>>6264158>Let her handle it! She’s the one who wanted to talk to the guy!
>>6264165+1
>>6264232She just needs some help getting started. That's what a wingman is for!
>>6264165Breaking the tie, swap me to LET HER HANDLE IT.
>>6264232>>6264396>>6264523>LET HER HANDLE SUPER HUNK>>6264165>FIGHTING AND COMPASSION!Writing!
You open your mouth to assist, but instead decide to take another sip of what little Tzah-Tzie left you! Volka’s a big girl, you think as you shoot her a reassuring smile–she doesn’t need you or TT or Morook to back her up!
“Well…” The Skog sighs, her face scrunched up in thought, “I help dad out around the shop, so I know a thing or two about potions… oh, and I go with Morook on scavenging runs!”
“That’s an understatement.” Mutters Morook as The Waitress zips by and places your fresh ANTON on the table with a wink! “My sister’s modest to a fault… give her a forest and she’ll identify everything with leaves, bark, and gills!”
“Swell drink, by the way!” Whispers The Waitress! “Don’t tell ‘em I told’ja, but Inngie’s eyes widened by thiiiis much when he tried it!”
It’s hard to measure given how The Waitress’s eyes are always wider than Morook’s, but you’ll take her word for it!
“High praise! Hiiiiigh praiseeee!”
While The Waitress speeds off to collect her next batch of beverages and TT dives into your drink, Jhairo leans forward with a mischievous grin!
“Is that so? Pray, enlighten me: what is that vine that wraps itself round mangroves–the one with the pleasant aroma, but painful barbs?”
Volka answers with a cocky ‘ha’ before replying! “Easy! That’s SWAMPSTICK! The barbs are venomous AND poisonous in large doses, but if ya’ gently brush your tail against it, and I mean gently, it actually gets rid of that-”
“That midday ache!” Exclaims Jhairo as he gives his forehead a ‘why-didn’t-I-think of that’ smack! “Thou hath saved me many hours rifling through the Temple Library… a shame, but-”
“I’m sorry!” Volka remarks with genuine regret on her face! “Didn’t mean to take you away from the books…”
“No no,” He chuckles, “That place is an unyielding quagmire for the likes of me…” His blue eyes cast downward with embarrassment. “The Librarian acquired a special bell to rouse me from my reading… alas, it only works half the time…”
“Huh.” Volka blinks. “You acted a little cagey around my father’s library though…”
“Y-yes, well…” Mutters the Paladin, “I owe mine life to the Mitaaran Church… and yet I can’t bring myself to shun the knowledge and whimsy enclosed within a book.” He hangs his head as if confessing to a crime. “The Librarian insists it’s not a sin, but perhaps my lapse in adherence to Mitaar’s teachings is why I find myself here today…” Realizing what he said a bit too late, Jhairo doubles-back with a forced laugh!
“E-err, not that your company isn’t welcome, of course! In truth this has been the most I’ve spoken to anyone besides my Brothers in… well…”
“AAaAAaaagessss…” Mumbles Tzah-Tzie as she nuzzles your shoulder. Is… is she LICKING it!?
“… Guildeeee…”
>CONTD.
>>6264610“Y-yes, ages…” The Mitaaran politely nods! “But enough about me… does your father let you peruse his collection?”
“‘Let’ is a relative term…” Shrugs Morook. “When we were younger he wouldn’t let us go to bed without reading us an article from one of his Encylopedias…” The Chytree’s eyes glow fondly! “I’ll never forget the first time he told us about the Leechmoss…”
“Eeeh, it definitely helped me nod off!” Volka remarks with a fond laugh! “I’m more of a story gal… still am! He doesn’t look the part, but Pops can tell ya hundreds of tales of swashbuckling heroes, ancient monsters… all off the top’a his head!”
“I’ll bet!” Jhairo grins! “Do you have a favorite?”
“An Updated Atlas of Benevolent Fungi, Fifteenth Edition.” Morook fondly recites! “The twelfth revision really spiced up their representation of mold spores, an-”
“Chiidro Stovemount.” Answers Volka with a whimsical glimmer in her eyes!
“A classic, to be sure!” Nods the Templar! “A lazy fool becoming a knight is novel indeed, but the way his wits deliver him from certain doom…”
“I STILL smile remembering how he bested those bandits!” Volka snickers! “Never looked the same way at Poola Beans after that, lemme tell you!”
“HA! The Temple Chef doesn’t dare serve them to me anymore–they say in my youth I used to flick them around the Refectory!”
Sharing a laugh, the two Skogs pause to sample their drinks–the Templar recoiling a bit at the flavor! “S-sweet…”
“Yea, it takes some getting used to…” Volka nods as she empties her tankard into her mouth with an exultant sigh! “Y’know what was really good about Chiidro Stovemount, though…”
Jhairo’s smile fades a bit. “Yes,” He sighs with a knowing nod.
“He was a Skog.”
“He was a Skog.”
“And... AAAAnnndDdonnn… PspsssPsss…”
It’s only after a few licks and nips on your shoulder that you realize how engrossed you were in their conversation! Y-yea, TT?
“Would the chivalrous and charming gentleman perchance perloin a fresh refreshment for his darling laaaady?”
You’ve half a mind to cut her off… and half a mind to hit the sack! Volka doesn’t seem to need any help keeping the conversation going, quite the opposite, in fact, but if you retire now you might also not get another chance to ask Jhairo a question… not for a while, at least.
What do?
>Drag TT and Morook somewhere else!>Hit the sack!>Hang around longer! The lady demands a drink!>Check in with Inngo!>Ask Jhairo something while you can! (Choices provided unless you have something specific!)>Write-In!
>>6264611I can't think of anything, I guess
>Hit the sack!
>>6264611>Ask Jhairo something while you can! (Choices provided unless you have something specific!)
>>6264611>>Drag TT and Morook somewhere else!
>>6264611>Ask Jhairo something while you can! (Choices provided unless you have something specific!)No more drinks for TT though.
>>6264611>Hit the sack!Give the skigs some privacy, and bring a drink with us to split with TT once we're safely sequestered in our room where she can't cause any chaos or steal OUR tavern's belongings.
Rolled 2 (1d2)
>>6264626>>6264656>(1)SNOOZE CROOZE>>6264630>>6264643>(2)HEY JHAIRO!>>6264642>TT, MOROOK, COMMERE!Writing whatever is rolled!
Yep, no getting around it: you should probably ask now! Wait any longer and Tzah-Tzie’s gonna dig a burrow through your robe-OW she’s already starting! Cool it!
Sorry to interrupt, you begin with a sheepish laugh, but you might hit the hay soon and-
“D’aww, really?” Volka groans, her faux-annoyance dispelled by a cheeky smile, “Ehhh, makes sense, I guess! I’m guessing we’re risin’ early tomorrow?”
Something like that, yea… The words scarcely leave your lips before the other Skog rises to his dizzyingly-tall height and clasps your hand in his! E-er, h-hey-
“Please accept mine sincerest apologies for intruding upon your gathering!” He exclaims, earning you a few sidelong glances from the other patrons, “T’was truly a pleasure to share a drink and a conversation with you, Brother Anton!”
Brother? L-look, you stammer, trying your best to lower the grin working its way onto your face, you’re not going yet… you actually had a thing or two you wanted to ask him, if it’s alright, that is!
Jhairo answers with a hearty laugh as he gives your hand another shake that sends a painful shockwave through your body! “Mine friend, consider me an open book! HA! Get it!?”
“Wha….? Oh! OOOOOOH!” Giggles Volka when she finally deciphers the joke! “Hahaha! Didja’ hear that, Ant?”
“Heeer whuh?”
She was talking to you, TT, you mutter under your breath as you struggle to keep the Durher from wriggling inside your robe! As for your question, well…
You almost feel guilty interrupting Volka and Jhairo’s conversation–you’re no expert, of course, but you genuinely can’t tell if there’s a spark there or not… or if they’re both just starved of similar-minded Skog peers. In any case, you decide to make it quick:
What ask? (Pick 1 to be polite!)
>Why did you join the Mitaaran Temple?
>Heard anything about devils lately?
>What do you know about Umberal?
>What happened, anyways? Why are you all the way out here?
>Why do you still serve Mitaar if, y’know, there isn’t any light?
>Whatcha’ think of Volka, huh?
>Would you wanna travel with us for a bit? We’re heading North tomorrow.
>Err, nevermind!
>Write-In!
>>6264795>Heard anything about devils lately?Sorry, but having him be polite still isn't enough to make me like him.
>>6264795>Heard anything about devils lately?>Why do you still serve Mitaar if, y’know, there isn’t any light?
>>6264795>Heard anything about devils lately?Particularly, any small, foul mouthed demons?
>>6264795>Heard anything about devils lately?
>>6264801>>6264803>>6264805>>6264974>Heard about DEMONS?>>6264803>Why serve Mitaar still?Writing tomorrow morning! Sorry for the wait--busy day!
A pair of wires send sparks all over the inside of your head as they connect… he’s a Templar, you begin, earning a nod of confirmation from the Skog, has he uh… heard anything about DEMONS lately?
You consider adding ‘small’ and ‘foul-mouthed’ to the description, but abandon the idea when you realize how he might take it! At the mention of the ‘D Word’, Jhairo perks up like a dog that just heard someone touch the kibble bag!
“A worthy question indeed… and regrettably a common one!” Sighs the Templar with a shake of his head! “Ordinarily I wouldn’t dare worry you, friends, but in truth there hath been developments in that regard…”
“D’aAAawwWwwIginndamIshREzzshiee..”
The Templar puts his answer on hold to shoot ‘Miitu’ a look of genuine concern. “Hm?”
She’s uh… she’s just drunk, you laugh, trying to act natural as you fail to keep the sloshed Spinner from climbing through your collar and into your robes! D-demons! What about ‘em!?
“Well…” Jhairo continues, “In truth, and I urge thee to keep this knowledge close to thine bosoms,” Casting a conspiratorial glance around the busy tavern, the Skog does his best to crouch down and become inconspicuous before continuing. It goes about as well as hiding a T-Rex in a Kindergarten.
“Devilry IS afoot, my friends… and steel yourselves well: mine Brothers and I caught one less than a week ago!”
Let me guess, you reply, doing your best to ignore TT making a nest beneath your robe, they escaped?
Jhairo’s HUNKY blue eyes shrink to pinpricks as he stammers a response that could give Flustered Volka a run for her money! “Y-y-y-well, that, erm… m-may very well be… POSSIBLE, that is!”
How?
The Templar now resembles a kid that got caught hitting a baseball through a window. “W-well I can assure thee it had nothing to do with the skills, or lack thereof, of the Mitaaran Templars…” Gulping down a lump forming in his throat, the Skog gives you all a weak smile. “Or the power of our Chanter’s Divine Wards and Seals…”
“Then… what happened?” Asks Volka, the girl now totally enraptured!
“The demon took advantage of a… weakness… in the Temple’s architecture…” He mutters, as if whatever helped Rezzie escape was his fault and his alone, “I can’t say more than that. What’s far more chilling, however, is that the foul wretches that summoned the hellspawn were never located!”
“Actually, we just c-”
“WHOOPS! STUPID TAIL! HOW SILLY OF ME~”
It’s a wonder Morook wasn’t launched into the stratosphere by Volka’s surprise attack, and while the patrons at the table he flew into aren’t too pleased, Jhairo isn’t distracted!
>CONTD.
>>6265145“You’ve… you’ve heard something?” He asks, his boisterous and confident voice beginning to tremble! Before you can answer, the Templar drops into a bow at your feet!
You’re definitely making a scene now…
“P-PLEASE, Brother!” He sputters, not daring to look up at your face, “If I could bring information to the Temple–a-anything at all–they might… I could be reinst-” The Skog meets your pitying gaze with saucer-sized eyes!
“Please, Brother Anton… tell me you know SOMETHING!”
“Nyegheheh~whuzyerovfer…?” Slurs the Spinner from within your robe! TT!
“A-anything!” Jhairo sputters! “I’ll be in your debt til’ my last breath! I swear it under Mitaar’s light!”
What say ye!?
>Tell him EVERYTHING (including your summoning, Rezzie, and the Cult of the Burrower!)>Tell him about the two cult sites, but that’s it!>Mention The Cult of the Burrower, but not the summoning sites.>Nevermind! You just heard devils were around!>Stay Silent! He’ll think you disappeared!>What EXACTLY can he give you?>Write-In!
>>6265148>Mention The Cult of the Burrower, but not the summoning sites.>Don't mention any specifics, just that you ran into them while journeying somewhere elseWe can tell him that much at least.
>>6265148>Tell him about the two cult sites, but that’s it!Yeah yeah hunky awful dude evil stinky Anton hates him. But, let's give the dude a bone.
I'll keep this one open a little longer--figure you guys might want to ponder this decision a bit before I bring RANDO into it again!
>>6265148>Mention The Cult of the Burrower, but not the summoning sites.Good that he and his (former) peers should be on alert. bad idea to give them any hints where to fine Rezalith OR Liz.
>>6265151>>6265353>THE CUUUUULLLLLT!>But not the sites>And no specifics either, just that we ran into 'em>>6265152>THE SIIIIIIIIITES!>But not the Cult>>6265368>JUST THE CUUUUUUULLLLT!Writing! D'awww, you guys are still lookin' out for Liz and Rezzie<3
>>6265353No prob, man! It's a quest, not a job! Though I'd totally give you all promotions if I was your boss
A weary sigh leaves your lips as you stare down at the prone Paladin, his blue eyes staring up at you like you were his last lifeline.
You’re not a fan of Jhairo… not really. Sure, he’s a lot more agreeable when he isn’t melting your ears with his constant shouting and ‘Ye Olden Yore’ language, but you doubt he’d be as civil if he connected the dots about your little field trip to the crime scene or your demonic pals!
And yet… he’s been really friendly tonight. To you, to your pals–the jury’s still out on TT– and to Volka, the girl still watching things unfold with concern in her eyes.
A part of you almost enjoys seeing this knight in shining armor knocked off his proverbial ‘steed’... but another part can see the quiet pain behind his expression… and the plea beneath his blue eyes.
You aren’t sure if it’s anything big, you begin in a measured tone, making sure to keep your voice down amidst the sea of tavern patrons, but while you were foraging with Morook around Crossroads you, well… found this.
OW!
Despite TT mounting a bold assault of nips and a few sensual licks on your hand, you manage to fish some of the BURNT PARCHMENT you pilfered from the Ritual Site you arrived in out of your pocket! You’re no expert on the subject, you add as you hand the document over to Jhairo for perusal, but some other documents mentioned a CULT OF THE BURROWER? And a… LORD LARIUS?
For a moment you can almost swear the tavern goes silent as the name leaves your lips. Before you can ponder it at length, however, you feel a massive claw grab you by the collar!
“This…” Jhairo stammers, “This is… wh-where did you find this!?”
Seeing Volka’s mouth open to answer, you swiftly respond with a half-truth: there were some ruins, you mutter! A few days to the South!
“WHICH RUINS!?” He hisses through clenched teeth as he pulls you closer to his face!
You almost let it slip, but remember Liz and Rezzie! If he runs into either of them…!
Th-they were… near the road, you gasp! O-on the way to RYTZO!
Rising to his feet with you in tow, Jhairo’s gentle eyes dilate like a shark’s as his clenched teeth begin to tremble! Morook and Volka shoot each other worried glances as the activity in the bar skids to a screeching halt!
All eyes are on you now, even Inngo’s–the gruff innkeeper two seconds away from leaping the bar from the look in his gaze!
“This…” Growls Jhairo, the Templar lifting you even higher, “This is…”
"SoOoo hIiiiighhh... heheh~"
NOT NOW, TT!
>CONTD.
>>6265429Sensing a hammer about to drop, you grit your teeth in kind and prepare to-
“PRECISELY WHAT I NEED!” Gobsmacked by Jhairo’s exultant declaration and the subsequent round of bellowed laughter, all you can do is hang on to his wrist for dear life as he spins you around, dancing like a mad Skog! “PRECISELY WHAT I NEED TO BE FORGIVEN!
“HERESY! DEMONOLOGY! ATTEMPTED ARSON!”
You hit terminal velocity in seconds, but there’s not much you can do about it! Snatching Morook out of his seat and grabbing Volka by her claw as well, Jhairo leads you all on a wild dervish across the tavern, the patrons responding to his raucous laughter and foolishness with renewed revelry of their own!
A band of minstrels strikes up a tune by the fireplace! Boozers clink their mugs! Some of the more adventurous customers get up and dance too! JHAIRO, you sputter as Volka joins in on the laughter, c-calm down, dude...
“WHYZABEDFLYIN!?” Yowls Tzah-Tzie still trapped in your robe!
“This really is a strange tavern…” Morook observes mid-spin!
Tumbling to the floor in a heap of bodies, Jhairo continues to laugh madly as he holds you and the Ranger aloft!
“Brother Anton,” He gasps as his usual bravado returns to his voice and smile, “Mine dearest and TRUEST friend…”
You know what’s coming, but there’s not much you can do about it! Bracing your weak, human bones as best you can, you hope what happens next doesn’t crush your gal pal!
“You SAVED me!”
With that, the Skog brings you in for the MOTHER OF ALL HUGS!
>Roll me 1d100 (+2 Loose Footwork, +2 LIMBOOOO, -10 SKOG HUUUUUUG!) To not get squeezed into catatonia! Best of 3!
>>6265430Whoops, the roll is 1d100-6! Best of 3!
Rolled 51 - 6 (1d100 - 6)
>>6265430
Rolled 36 - 6 (1d100 - 6)
>>6265430
Rolled 13 - 6 (1d100 - 6)
>>6265430
>>6265435>>6265466>>6265482>HIGHEST ROLL: 45!Welp, Tzah-Tzie had a good run. Writing~
Your bones do what they can, but they’re just that: bones. They can only do so much! Maybe if they were pumped up by some MAGICAL BONE MARROW or something, things'd be different, but this isn’t fantasy…
This is the REAL WORLD.
Feeling your body go concave amidst a series of unsettling pops, the ensuing pain is thankfully cut short by you blacking out! The last things you see and hear before fading into catatonia are Jhairo realizing what he’s doing… and a baleful ‘nyaaaaahhh’ from inside your robe!
Damn… HUNKS…
You’re just about to enjoy that sweet, sweet oblivion when the sound of crunching wood loosens Jhairo’s grip and rouses you from your hug-induced stupor!
As you fall to the floor sore and bewildered, you watch as a group of bar patrons led by a snarling Gnok surround the Skog!
“Thas’ enough’a that, ya’ tusked terror!” Growls the leader as he gives a very confused Jhairo a shove! “Why can’t you scaly bastards ever pick on someone yer’ own size, huh!? I’m SICK of it!”
You open your mouth to interject, but you’re pretty sure your lungs are both collapsed… thankfully your Templar pal is quick to step in!
“I… I didn’t… this is but a misunderstanding-”
Damn it…
“We understand PLENTY!” The Gnok continues as his eyes hop from the Skog to you on the floor! “That damned RED COMET shows up and suddenly you lot think ya’ can treat the whole world like your little barbarian commune to the East!”
Struggling to come up with a response, Jhairo is saved when Volka comes to his aid with a placating smile on her face! “He just got a little carried away-”
“Stay outta’ it, beast!” Hisses a Mzz’goe’virr behind the Gnok!
“Apologize. NOW!”
It takes you a moment to place the voice, and you have to do a double-take when you realize who it belongs to! Stepping between the Skogs and the belligerent barflies is Morook, his eyes flashing like lights on a squad car! The Gnok and his crew aren’t impressed.
“Oh look… they’ve got a pet.”
“Gonna cast a spell for your Skog masters, big-eye?”
“ENOUGH!”
>CONTD.
>>6265655Where Volka and Morook fail, Inngo succeeds! Even from behind the bar, the innkeeper wields authority like a mace… his stern glare freezing all the agitators in place!
“Next one ta’ cause trouble is gettin’ put through that wall.” He growls before returning to polishing glasses. “Order something or PISS OFF.”
Tension fills the air as the rabblerousers slowly make their way back towards their tables. Helped to your feet by a mortified Jhairo, you breathe an inward sigh of relief as you hear Tzah-Tzie snoring peacefully inside your robe.
“I’m…” He mutters, not even able to meet your gaze, “I’m terribly, terribly sorry-”
Just when the situation seems diffused, the fragile atmosphere is shattered by the sound of someone hocking a loogie… and spitting it onto Volka’s befuddled face! Paralyzed with confusion and anger, all the Skog can do is quietly wipe the spit off of her as the instigator sneers!
“More where that came from, ya-”
The taunt is cut short when something rushes over and delivers a blow to the offender’s throat, sending him tumbling to the floor! All eyes are on the attacker: a familiar pair of yellow, segmented eyes flickering with uncharacteristic rage! His gaze sweeping the tavern like a mad dog, Morook’s eyes fall upon the original instigators like a hawk spotting prey!
“Stay… away… from my SISTER.”
With that, the Far-Throw Inn delves into complete and utter bedlam!
https://youtu.be/P8BAgLNPpDI
What do!?
>Back Morook up!>Assist Jhairo and Volka!>Get Inngo!>Try to flank the original assholes!>SHOCK AND AWE…>Stay silent! They’ll think you disappeared!>Write-In!
>>6265656As much as I'd like to see Jhairo's "kindness" when he finds out Anton is an warlock, I'd rather not burn down our new tavern.
So instead, I vote we create a real distraction...
>Think of the biggest possible noise you can makeMaybe throwing a blastcap outside?
>>6265656>Think of the biggest possible noise you can make OUTSIDE of the Tavern.Throw something heavy, maybe use a bomb if it wouldn't shred innocent(ish) people, anything to shift focus.
>>6265664>>6265672What, and cause a stampede?
>>6265656>Back Morook up!The skogs can handle themselves, but Morook is stilk sort of recovering, right?
>>6265683Well, we don't have a gun to shoot into the air like a cowboy. Sadly.
>>6265686You DO have a wand or two!
>>6265693THEN LET'S DO THAT. WE GOT THE COWBOY HAT. LET'S DO COWBOY SHIT.
CHANGING
>>6265672 TO
>FIRE A WAND IN THE AIR TO GET A COOL, DRAMATIC ENTRANCE>...also don't burn down the building as we do this, please.
>>6265695If it works that way I'll support it.
>>6265695>>6265700>MAKE AN ENTRANCE! DISTRACT! BEDAZZLE!>>6265683>BACK MOROOK UP!Looks like the ole' razzle dazzle wins it!
>Roll me 1d100-1 (+2 Illusionist Initiate, +2 Wand Works, -5 It's Turned Into a Ballroom Blitz!) to see how well it works! Best of 3!
Rolled 29 - 1 (1d100 - 1)
>>6265781
Rolled 29 - 1 (1d100 - 1)
>>6265781AIE AIE AIE
>>6265785Don't worry, guys--I have a great backup plan in case Anton dies horribly and we need a new protagonist. You all like Jhairo, right?
>>6265793I support this solely to annoy the Volka fanatic.
>>6265798Hmmm... now that I think about it I haven't introduced the obligatory rival character yet. Stanley had Boris, Diesel had Rodney.... hm...
Rolled 15 - 1 (1d100 - 1)
>>6265781Rolling for another 29
>>6265783>>6265784>>6265816>HIGHEST ROLL: 28!https://youtu.be/uJV-pfsx_UM
Writing!
>>6265816Good news: it wasn't a 29!
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>become co owner of shop
>it burns down half an hour later
cool
>>6265824Being Antoine is suffering
>>6265826It's what he gets for being nice to Jhairo
GLOOM
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Leaping to your feet just in time to avoid being stomped on by a pair of brawlers, you duck, weave, and LIMBOOOOO through the fray in a mad dash for a vantage point! If you can just get a leg up…
A glassware and furniture blizzard rages around you as you try to avoid getting crushed! Skidding to a halt in front of a suitable table, you quickly reconsider when a Molegg borrows it to swing around like a club! Plan B! Ducking under the table thrown by a patron who had a similar idea, you eventually find a table next to a pack of Durhers biting and wrestling each other on the floor. This one oughta’ be safe!
Hopping onto the table and clearing it of mugs and other obstructions, you reach into your robes and grab-
“Anton~”
Whoops, wrong thing! Fishing around some more, you retrieve one of the WANDS you ‘borrowed’ from the Spice Cartel during your casino escape! Great timing, too–even with the darkness you can tell the whole bar’s in on the action by now! Whipping out your… heheh… wand, you prepare to shut the party down… by any means necessary!
Taking aim at your co-owned ceiling, you grit your teeth and try not to imagine how much repairs are gonna cost before letting ‘er RIP!
To say your plan works would be an understatement! Sending a thundercrack tearing through the smackdown symphony around you, the wand’s magical payload blasts through the roof and showers you in charred roof debris!
Frozen in utter shock, the bar’s patrons, you friends included, all turn to face you! Okay, you sigh, you know everyone’s got a lot of pent-up energy-
“EEEEEY!” Shouts a Chytree currently wringing a Gnok’s neck, “HE’S GOT A WAND!”
“HE DONE BE TRYIN’ TA’ TURN THIS HERE TAVERN BRAWL ALL VIOLENT-LIKE!” Adds a Skog pinned down by a pack of Durhers!
“GET DA’ WAAAAAAND!” Snarls one of the Durhers!
“AND GIT IM!” Shouts a One-Eyed Mox! “’E WANTS TA’ BLAST US, DUZEE!? WELL I SAYS WE BLAST ‘IM!”
The crowd erupts in murmurs of assent as they come together in a beautiful display of community and brotherly love!
The Good News: You stopped the brawl!
The Bad News: You’ve unified the brawlers against a common enemy: YOU.
https://youtu.be/wiX8CJqt3Fc
Still standing on the table, you feel your favorite fuzzball stir in your robe!
“MmmMmMm…” Tzah-Tzie purrs as she pokes her head out of your collar and rubs her eyes, “That nap really hit the spot… whad’ I miss, Ant?”
>Roll 1d100+3 (+2 Loose Footwork, +2 LIMBOOO, +2 Illusionist Initiate, +4 Friend Backup, -2 TT GET OUT OF MY DAMN ROBES, -5 A BUTTLOAD OF AGGRO) to not immediately get clobbered! Best of 3!
Rolled 40 + 3 (1d100 + 3)
>>6265845PRAY
Rolled 66 + 3 (1d100 + 3)
>>6265845PRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY
Rolled 45 + 3 (1d100 + 3)
>>6265849Good praying.
>>6265845Sphinx of Black Quartz, judge my vow!
>>6265847>>6265849>>6265944>HIGHEST ROLL: 69!Wriitinggggggg
No time to explain, you sputter as you just barely manage to LIMBOOO under a volley of mugs and cutlery chucked your way like a rain of arrows! You’re sitting ducks here!
“... What’s a duck-”
Your quick rundown on ducks is put on hold when a Skog (not one of yours) leaps from the crowd like a stage diver with the clear intent to tackle you! Pirouetting out of the way, your eyes go wide as you the table lurches beneath the spry Skog’s weight… and, by association, you!
The effect is obvious, if not a bit cartoony: Though the attack misses, the table launches you ceilingward like a seesaw through a hail of glassware! It stings a bit, but the beam you SLAM into at terminal velocity hurts a bit more! Clinging to the support like a squirrel about to fall from a power line, you nearly lose your grip when your robe’s petite passenger takes the opportunity to use your face as a stepping stool and climb onto the beam ahead of you!
“Wh-what happened, Ant!?” Stammers Tzah-Tzie as the crowd below continues to hurl everything but the kitchen sink your way! “Th-this isn’t about the salt I took, is it!?”
Nah, you reply as the two of you scurry along the support, there was a bit of an altercation between Jhairo, Volka, and the bar patrons… and besides, her salt thing was ages ago!
Right?
TT pretends not to hear you as she stuffs a handful of something in her mouth and starts to crunch on it!
RIIIIGHT!?
“Spirit of Honesty: I totally borrowed another bag or two when I was pretending to do dishes.” She replies weakly! “Sorry…?”
You’ll be mad at her later when you aren’t in danger of being stomped into a paste! Peering over the side, you manage to locate your pals relatively quickly–AFTER ducking a pair of Durhers someone catapulted your way, that is! While Volka and Jhairo seem to be handling themselves pretty well, Morook is…
… Well, he’s not doing too badly for an unarmed and injured Chytree! Baiting attacks from the crowd, the dude ducks and weaves like a pro as he delivers decisive blows with what you assume is a chair leg! Still, he’s pretty far from the Skog Squad…
As for Inngo, well, you LIMBOOO another flying patron only to realize they’re a Gnok, not a Durher! Glancing downwards, you watch in awe as, true to his word, the Molegg begins the methodical process of putting patrons through his wall!
He must have a deal with a Carpenter or something…
>CONTD.
ttchew
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>>6266310“Ant! Over there!”
Following Tzah-Tzie’s eyes, you think you get what she’s aiming for: while you might’ve slept in the rooms behind the bar last time you were here, you vaguely remember some stairs leading to some other rooms… is that what she’s talking about?
“Might be a way out through there!” She shouts!
She wants to leave? The girl answers with a befuddled stare as if you’d just turned into a fish!
“... You wanna STICK AROUND!?”
Hard to say… the situation might diffuse itself if you and the others dip out, but on the other hand… this IS your bar, kinda…
What do?
>Look for a way out upstairs!>You blew a hole in the ceiling, right? Climb out!>Help Inngo clean house!>Assist Morook!>Join Jhairo and Volka!>VENTRILOQUISM! Try to lure the agitators out and away from the bar!>Crowd control! Fill the air with those BATHSALTS you have!>Toss a BLASTCAP into the crowd! Get ‘em outta’ here!>HEAT THINGS UP A BIT!>Write-In!
>>6266311>VENTRILOQUISM! Try to lure the agitators out and away from the bar!Hey, that worked before, didn't it?
>>6266311>>VENTRILOQUISM! Try to lure the agitators out and away from the bar!
>>6266312>>6266347>VENTRILOQUISM!Awwwww yea! Let's do this!
>Roll me 1d100-1 (+2 Illusionist Initiate, +2 VENTRILOQUESTER, -5 LOTSA AGGRO) to get these guys outta here! Best of 3!
Rolled 19 - 1 (1d100 - 1)
>>6266370git
>>6266311>VENTRILOQUISM! Try to lure the agitators out and away from the bar!
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Rolled 90 - 1 (1d100 - 1)
>>6266370GIVE ME A GOOD ROLL
>>6266372>>6266376https://youtu.be/LpbHlXPmmcE
Rolled 5 - 1 (1d100 - 1)
>>6266370Yep.
>>6266371>>6266377>>6266400>HIGHEST ROLL: 89!Well WELL! Not bad! Writing~
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“Ant?” Hisses TT through clenched teeth as she takes cover behind your leg, “Got a plan?”
Something like that! No more running away, especially not from a source of passive income! Squaring your stance and clearing your throat, you prepare to address your adoring public!
“... Ya gonna tell me the plan, or ar-NYAAH~”
Gently placing your hand over Tzah-Tzie’s mouth, you take a deep breath… close your eyes…
“eeeyyy lookit me i’m anton peas and im goin outside here i go hehehe”
A hush falls over the tavern as your would-be bar brawlers’s eyes hop from your spot in the rafters over to the door!
“Oi,” one of them mutters, breaking the silence, “Who said that?”
“Anton Peas, apparently…” Answers another patron mid-wringing another’s neck!
“Whozat?”
Beads of sweat trickle down your brow as you struggle to remain still with your eyes shut… w-will they buy it!?
… quit licking my hand, TT…
“KNOW WHAT I FINK!?” Snarls the one-eyed Mox from earlier! “I FINK DIS’ ANTON BLOKE’S DA’ ONE WE’RE AFTER! AN’ KNOW WHAT ELSE I FINK!?”
“Tell us, Lobi!”
“Yee! Tell us!”
“I FINK… WE OUGHTA’ GO AFTER ‘IM!” Leaping atop a table, the Mox’s eye sweeps the crowd! “OO’S WIF’ ME!?”
The bar erupts in cheers as the mob kicks open the door and rushes off into the night, hootin’ and hollerin’ all the way! Their jeers and cheers fading into the distance, Inngo takes the opportunity to hurl a ball of brawlers through one of the many holes in the wall before turning to address the remaining patrons!
“Anyone ELSE wanna fight?”
The tavern is quiet as the grave-
“Errr, not tryin’ ta’ stir nuffin’ up,” Squeaks a Durher as he shoots an uncertain glance at his fuzzy friend, “But if we DO wanna keep fighting can we jus’ take it outside?”
The innkeeper lets the question simmer for a moment.
“... Aye. Jus’ don’t muss up the inn.”
High-fiving his fellow furball, the Durher and several other patrons vacate the premises as well, punctuating their exit with the sound of renewed combat outside! Wiping the sweat from your brow and the saliva from your hand, you hop down from the rafters and land next to your pals!
Well, you sigh, that could have been worse, huh?
“Huh?”
“Who’re you?”
Errr, you stammer, V-Volka? Morook?
“Nah,” Coughs the Skog, “I’m Mokka.”
“I’m Vorook.” Adds her Chytree pal.
Whoops, sorry! Three or four faux pas later, you finally track down your friends over by the now-vacated bar counter!
>CONTD.
>>6266479“Anton!” Exclaims Volka as she wraps you in her warm and VERY beefy embrace, “You’re okay!”
Not for lack of trying, you reply with a shrug. Everyone alright?
“Wounds are a little sore,” Morook answers as he cracks his neck, “But I’m fine, thanks.”
The only one who seems worse for wear is Jhairo, but not in a physical sense! “Brother Anton,” He stammers, not even able to meet your gaze, “I cannot begin to describe how sorry I am for what just transpired-”
“Coulda been worse.” Ambling over with the usual gruff demeanor, Inngo gives you and your entourage a hard stare. “Place burnt down last time. I’d call this an improvement.”
“All the same,” Replies the Templar with fresh trepidation in his tone, “A Templar of Mitaar brings order to chaos… not the opposite…”
“Don’t beat yourself up over it,” Morook sniffs, “I threw the first punch. Not you.”
“Nevertheless,” Jhairo sighs as he rises from his seat, “I think it’s time I was well on my way. My superiors will wish to hear the information you shared with me.” The Skog gives you a warm, if not somewhat apologetic smile. “I will not forget what you’ve done for me, Brother Anton… and neither will the Temple.”
Rummaging around in a pouch tied around his waist, the Templar places a bauble in front of you–its close proximity making your eyes itch like an allergy! OW!
“This is a MITAAR’S LIGHT,” He explains, not noticing your discomfort. “All Templars and laymen doth receive one… don it and it shall tremble in the vicinity of aberrations and demons!”
Errr, thanks, you answer, trying your best not to whimper when the pendant burns your fingers, that’s… he didn’t have to do that!
“The first of many gifts, my friend,” He answers as he gives your shoulder a reassuring shake! “May it safeguard thou and your allies in these dark times!”
“How are you gonna get back into Crossroads?” TT asks as she prods at your new gift! “No one’s allowed in or out, right?”
“For me they’ll make an exception,” Shrugs the Skog before a realization settles into his expression! “Say, dost thou wish to travel together? I can ensure thou art rewarded properly!”
“Hey, great idea!” Volka remarks with a big smile! “Whaddaya think, Ant? We can check in on the gang AND get an escort!”
“It’ll be nice to see home again…” Morook adds with a weary sigh!
YYyyea, about that, you mutter under your breath, you’re… not heading to Crossroads. Not yet, actually.
Volka blinks her big eyes in confusion. “We’re… not?”
No, you reply with a contrite grin, you’re… you were planning on heading to Umberal, actually…
If Volka’s upset, she doesn’t show it. “Oh! W-well then… that’s, um… welp!”
>CONTD.
>>6266481“Umberal, ey?” Muses Morook, his big eyes flickering in thought. “... If it’s all the same to you, I might head into town with Jhairo here while I can.”
Oh, you blink, well uh, if he’s sure-
“I’ll meet you up North once I’m finished.” He continues with a twinkle in his eye. “Someone has to keep you out of trouble, after all.”
“If you’re really sure,” Volka remarks, “Would you mind passing along a few messages to some folks?”
“Certainly.” The Chytree nods.
“Great!” Volka smiles, “I’ll give ya’ the rundown before we hit the hay tonight!”
The Ranger’s eyes light up once more as he remembers something! “Errm, if that’s alright with you, Jhairo...”
“No trouble in the least,” Smiles the Skog with a hearty laugh! “Though I intend to leave tonight… I’ve caused enough fusses for one evening, I think.”
Rummaging through his belt once more, Jhairo places a sack of bells on the counter in front of Inngo! “For the damages,” He coughs, “Please take it.”
The Molegg wordlessly snatches up the sack and stuffs it below the counter. “... Obliged.”
With that settled, Jhairo shifts his attention from the innkeeper to Morook. “Speak to me when thine preparations are in order. I’ll wait outside.”
Turning to face you and your pals, the Templar gives you all a reassuring smile! “Mitaar keep you all safe. Until we meet again, Anton. Volka. Miitu.”
Striding outside with renewed pep in his step, he leaves you sitting at the counter with your original pals.
“... ‘Miitu?”
You’ll tell her later. Giving TT’s head a gentle scritch, you decide to…
>Hit the sa“I have a question.” Interjects Morook, his eyes burning into you like floodlights. “Why are you heading to Umberal?”
D’oh!
Volka leans in as well. What say you?
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>Lie! You’ll tell Volka later!>Spill the beans on your contract with RED!>Half-Truth! You’ve got a score to settle with the Spicys!>TT? A lil’ help?>Stay Silent! He’ll think you disappeared!>Write-In!
>>6266482>Half-Truth! You’ve got a score to settle with the Spicys!We can tell them that those spicies were looking for us because of the attack. So obviously, we need to go out and beat the tar out of them until they give up on us. Otherwise there won't be any peace.
>>6266482>>Half-Truth! You’ve got a score to settle with the Spicys!
>>6266483>>6266517>HALF-TRUTH!Writing!
In the absence of a stiff drink or bit of grub, you instead gulp down the knot of anxiety welling up in your throat! There’s no reason for you not to trust Morook and Volka, of course, but you didn’t expect to be telling them everything after… well, everything that just occurred!
Tzah-Tzie took the news about your little DEAL as well as could be expected, and while she might not be 100% jazzed about the idea, you know she’s got your back! Will Volka? Most likely. Morook? Maybe. That said, you don’t need to drop the RED bomb on them… not yet, anyways.
He saw those jerks earlier, right? The ones with the chip on their collective shoulder?
“Spice Cartel.” Morook sighs, his head already reaching the conclusion. “What happened?”
“We miiight’ve taken a job where we stole some eggs back from one of their slaving rings.” Explains Volka with a nervous laugh! “We played it real sneaky, ‘course, but they still caught wind of our involvement.”
The Chytree continues to stare. “... and then?”
“Ooh, right! We went to PEDRHA’S PLUNGE! Y’know, the bathhouse?”
“Oh.” Mutters Morook with a hint of envy in his tone, “That sounds… fun.”
“It WAS!” Volka chirps with an enthusiastic nod! “There was a snag, though: we got jumped by ASSASSINS in the private baths!”
“And guess who they worked for.” Grumbles TT, baring her pointy teeth at the memory!
“I’m going to assume they didn’t survive.” Morook observes, drumming his claws on the countertop.
Nope, you shrug, and you didn’t want them to keep following you around, so…
“So?”
“So we maaaay have attempted to assassinate a high-ranking officer in the organization…” Tzah-Tzie weakly answers.
“And blew up one of their biggest casinos in GOLD TOWN.”Concludes Volka with another uneasy laugh! “A-and that about sums it up…”
Taking a moment to process the information, Morook eventually lets out a long, despondent sigh.
“Out of all the things you could have decided to do upon arriving here, Anton,” He begins in a firm, but measured voice, “That might have been the craziest.”
Yea, you nod, well it could always get crazier… r-right?
“True,” nods the Ranger, “And I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t help out.” His eyes flicker as he turns his gaze back in your direction. “Never been a fan of those puffed-up bandits anyways. Count me in.”
You’re not sure how to respond other than the word ‘thanks’, to which the Chytree responds with a proper nod before turning his attention over to his sister! “I’m guessing the messages will have something to do with this?”
“P-please and thank you?” She smiles weakly! “I managed ta’ warn Ma, Pops, an’ Lila before we hit the casino, but-”
>CONTD.
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>>6266565“You did!?” TT interjects! “When!?”
“The mornin’ after the baths!” Explains the Skog in a matter-of-fact tone! “I get up early on the best’a days, so I paid a visit to everyone!”
Really? You didn’t hear her at all…
“I thought it was odd too!” Volka laughs! “Was worried I’d wake you and Rezzie up stompin’ around, but you two were practically dead! Could hear ya’ snorin’ through the door!”
“Ah,” Grins Tzah-Tzie, “That makes sense-”
“I almost complained about that, actually,” Volka continues with a frown, “For a luxury suite those walls an’ doors were mighty thin! Beds were creakier than sin, too!” The Skog gives the Durher an apologetic smile as the catthing bites her lip, eyes wider than Morook’s!
“Didn’t wanna mention it, T, but I thought I heard ya’ cryin’ the whole night… were you okay, or-”
“FINE! SUPER! TOTALLY OKAY!” Stammers the Spinner as her cheeks grow redder than beets! “T-thanks for asking though, Volkie!!”
“Course!” Volka chirps as she cocks her head to the side and smiles! “What’re pals for, right?”
“Speaking of,” Morook coughs, “Why not come with us to Crossroads?”
“Wh-what, you and Jhairo?” Blinks the Skog in confusion! “That’s alright… I’ll just slow you two down… and anywho, Ant and T are gonna need my help, so-”
“Errr, maybe not?” TT interrupts as she fishes around in her pockets. “You’ll never guess what I found!”
Holding whatever it is aloft, the Durher taps it a few times on the counter for emphasis before Morook snatches it out of her claw!
“HEY!”
“This is…” Reads the Chytree, “A pass… for the SKYRAIL.” He pauses. “... And the name reads… Jhairo-”
TT answers the accusation with the usual integrity and gravitas. “Wh-whaaaat? Wait, really!? That… that’s CRAZY! Sheesh, he really oughta’ keep an eye on this things-”
“I can return this, or you can.” The Ranger coolly interjects! “What’s it gonna be?”
The Durher opens her mouth to protest, but something about Morook’s steely gaze defuses her argument!
“... Y-you can…”
“Anyways,” The Chytree continues, “You sure you don’t want to come with us, Volka?”
“W-well…” She mutters, her yellow eyes leaping between you and the door, “I… well, I mean…”
What say ye?
>Go for it, Volka! Don’t worry about us!>We need you with us, Volk.>Why do you think she should go with you, Morook?>Do what you wanna do, Volka. No worries either way!>Stay Silent! She’ll think you disappeared!>Write-In!
>>6266566>We need you with us, Volk.I'm sorry but...LOOK AT US.
I mean you can't, but. WE'RE TINY. AND WEAK. OUR ARMS ARE LIKE NOODLES. Volka is strong and big.
>>6266566Forgot to mention: If you let her go now, Volka will rejoin y'all with Morook! This ain't bye-bye forever!
>>6266568Also, we need Volka with us so we don't need to watch TT 24/7, you know how she is
>>6266566>Do what you wanna do, Volka. No worries either way!
>>6266566>Write-inWhile adventuring alone with TT seems kinda nice, I don't think we have a very good shot of succeeding in our plan without Volkie.
>>6266566>Do what you wanna do, Volka. No worries either way!
>>6266717That seems like a good way to answer it. I'll support this.
>>6266566>Do what you wanna do, Volka. No worries either way!We can scout it out, and wait for Volka if we can't find another avenue to success. We're stealthier with just the small-fry, anyway.
>>6266779I don't think that's a good option. We can't waste time, and we don't know how long their adventure is gonna take.
>>6266568>>6266717>WE NEED YOU, VOLKA!>>6266631>>6266740>>6266779>DO WHAT YOU WANTWriting!
>>6266833You forgot to count one of the votes supporting it
Did I?
>>6266743Whoops, looks like it! Sorry about that, Dark Dorks--coffee hasn't settled in yet I guess!
She ain’t saying it, but Volka’s not that hard to read… and you can tell she’s asking for your thoughts. Problem is, you’re not really sure what those are either! Sure, it’s always nice to have your favorite HUGE GAL close at hand, especially when you’re on Spicy turf, but maybe a more delicate approach is needed here? With Rezzie MIA you might just be the stealthiest you’ve ever been!
Then again, having someone to rein in your favorite feisty fuzzball can be pretty handy too... and you’d be lying if you said you wouldn’t miss having your Grand Marshall around!
That said, maybe Volka could use some time to check in with her pals and family? Lord knows you haven’t always been the best company… and spending some time with a fellow Skog might be good for her, even if it is Jhairo…
Only Volka knows what she truly wants… and she’s earned the right to decide for herself, hasn’t she?
Do what you wanna do, Volka, you say, giving the girl a reassuring smile! You ain’t gonna judge her either way!
“Agreed.” Morook adds with an approving nod, “Don’t worry, Volk, I’ll make sure everyone gets your messages.”
“Ooh… w-well…” Stammers the Skog, clearly not expecting the question to be reflected her way, “Well, um…”
Her tail slaps the ground as she takes a steadying breath! “I… think I’ll tag along with you two, if that’s alright…”
“Why wouldn’t it be?” Asks TT, a touch of relief seeping into her smile! “What would we do without ya, Volkie?”
“Get into trouble, probably!” She smiles back! “... well, more trouble than usual, in any case.”
“Wow,” Morook remarks with a low chitter, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you two were making me jealous.”
“S-sorry, Mor…” Stammers the Skog as she wraps the Chytree in a gentle hug, “I know we just linked up again, but-”
“It’s fine, you big baby,” He interrupts with a cheeky glimmer in his eyes, “Just keep those two safe until I join you, okay?”
His disco ball eyes turn their attention to you. “And you keep her out of trouble, okay?”
Aye-aye, you salute! Feeling something cardlike fall into your hand, your eyes hop between the item and the Ranger!
“The PLANT NOTES I was going to give to Jhairo.” He explains in a matter-of-fact tone! “I figure you could use them more than Jhairo–I’ll just teach him on the way to Crossroads.”
Damn, you remark as you pocket the card, is… is there anything you can do for HIM? He’s been so darn nice every since-
“Just take care of my sister, okay?” He interrupts as he gives your shoulder a gentle pat. “... And if you find some Manglesprout on the way to Umberal, well…” He shrugs. “I certainly wouldn’t say no to a few sprigs.”
>CONTD.
>>6266961“Errr, since I’m stickin’ with you guys…” Volka begins, warily glancing between you and the door, “W-would it be okay if I said goodbye to-”
“Why are you asking us?” Smirks TT as she shoves the Skog towards the door! It’s more of a symbolic gesture than anything else given the size difference, but Volka gives you all a grateful smile before ducking outside!
“What do you think, Mor?” Tzah-Tzie asks, studying his expression with a quizzical look in her eyes.
“I think the more friends Volka makes, the better.” Her brother shrugs again. “And if they’re a Skog that isn’t just interested in drinking her under the table or wrestling her into a bed, well… all the better.”
His gaze shifts over to you. “Anyone or anything in particular I should speak to or look out for in Crossroads? You know how scatterbrained Volka gets.”
He’s probably got Ma, Volkir, and the Lamplighters covered… but if you had to suggest anything, well…
>Nope! Safe travels!>Keep an eye out for Rezzie, if you can.>You actually did want to say something to the Lamplighters…>You wanted to say something to Volka’s dad, the ole’ coot.>Ma at the tavern… You’ve got a message for her!>There’s this Chytree Mage named Oti–works out of a fireworks place. You have a message for him!>Keep an eye out for Liz. Knowing her she’ll be a big cagey, but…>Write-In!
>>6266962*Was* there anything we had to tell Oti, actually? I don't remember.
>>6266974Not really, though he WAS gonna give y'all a potion to help control RED.
>>6266962>Keep an eye out for Rezzie, if you can.
>>6266976Well, if we're not gonna grab it, not much we can do.
>>6266962>Keep an eye out for Rezzie, if you can.
>>6266962>Keep an eye out for Rezzie, if you can.>Keep an eye out for Liz. Knowing her she’ll be a big cagey, but…If he sees either, just blurt out "WAIT DON'T KILL ME I KNOW ANTON", and that should help. Probably.
>>6267000>"WAIT, I KNOW ANTON!">Liz: *Magdumps*
There is one thing, you reply, though you’re pretty sure it’s a long shot…
“I understand, Anton,” Interrupts Morook with a gentle nod, “If I hear or see anything about your fellow human-”
Wha? Woah, no, no, NO, you stammer, he doesn’t gotta track down Liz for you!
Both Tzah-Tzie and Morook exchange a wary glance. “H-he doesn’t?”
Look, you shrug, that girl’s cagey even on the best of days.
“She did nearly kill me when we first met, yes…” Nods the Chytree, “But-”
If she’s around, you continue, people are definitely gonna talk about it. It’s like how everyone’s talking about you!
An uncomfortable hush falls over the tavern as the remaining patrons go about their conversations and drinking. TT, when are those damn ballads going to be ready!?
“Y-you can’t rush art!” She sputters indignantly! “That’s why they call it ‘art’, y’know! Because it… it ‘art’ not to be… no, wait…”
“Understood,” Shrugs the Ranger as you give TT’s ear a flick, “Any message I should relay if I run into her?”
Now there’s the million dollar question! You’re still in shock over the fact that she’s HERE--lord knows what you’re actually supposed to say when you run into her… and you just KNOW you’ll run into her eventually!
Just, uh… tell her to not hurt anyone and we’ll meet up soon? Punctuating your suggestion with a weak shrug, you take a steadying breath as Morook’s eyes pulse in acknowledgement!
“You must be worried sick about her.” He observes. “I’m sorry, Anton.”
Y-yea, you nod, it’s a bummer… Seeing TT’s eyes bore holes into your face, you swiftly change the subject by clearing your throat! A-actually, you continue, you were hoping he could keep an eye out for Rezzie. Y’know-
“The devil we traveled with?” The Ranger asks, cocking his head to the side. “You think she’ll return to the city?”
“The only predictable thing about that one is that she’s UN predictable…” Groans TT. “She DID track us down pretty easily last time though, so…”
Well she tracked you down pretty easily before, so who knows? She’s probably angry, though. Might be burning Crossroads to the ground as we speak.
“I certainly hope not...” Drones Morook as he glances warily at the door.
>CONTD.
>>6267085“And the message?”
Just… you’re sorry, you sigh, feeling feelings come back that you’d rather stayed repressed! She has a right to be mad… but when she’s up for it you want to apologize. To her face.
… oh, and please don’t kill or maim Morook! He’s the guy saying this to you!
“...Hope I remember the last part.” The Chytree replies with a faint flicker in his eyes! “Don’t worry–I’ll catch up with you all as soon as I can. A day or two at the most.”
As if on cue, the door opens and in slinks Volka–the girl looking like she just shoplifted!
“VOLKIE!”
“AAH!” She shrieks, taken completely off-guard by TT’s sudden salutation, “I-I mean… TT… eyyy.”
“Lookit you with your paw caught in the pudding!” Snickers the Spinner, much to Volka’s chagrin and confusion! “Say your goodbyes?”
“Y-you’re the one with her paw in the pudding…” Grumbles the gentle giant as her tail slaps the floor! “He’s ready when you are, Morook! He, um… Jhairo, that is…”
“Then I suppose it’s time we were off…” The Chytree remarks as he gets up from his seat. “Oh, and you’ve heard it before, but be careful in Umberal… it’s a whole other beast entirely.”
Leaving Volka with one last hug, Morook takes his leave through the door leaving you and the gals sitting in the comparatively much-quieter tavern!
“So…” Volka mutters several silent minutes later, “Umberal, ey?”
Yea, you nod, Umberal.
For the first time in, well, ever, it’s hard to read the girl’s expression. “Gonna be a long trek… Might just hit the hay now, to be honest.”
“You… okay, Volkie?” Asks TT as she gives the Skog’s arm a gentle pat.
“Yea, just…” She replies, forcing a grin on her weary face, “Just tired, is all. Big day, y’know?”
She’s not wrong, and something tells you tomorrow will be even BIGGER. Stretching your arms with a mighty yawn, you decide to…
>Talk to TT real quick!>Speak to Volka about something!>Check in with Inngo!>Time for bed…>Write-In!
>>6267086>Time for bed…>Talk to TT real quick!She said she wanted to tell us something when we went to sleep.
>>6267086>>Talk to TT real quick!
>>6267089>BED TIME>>6267089>>6267100>TTTALK!Writing! Don't worry, all... we're gettin' a move on.
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Volka isn’t wrong. Apart from being ‘North’, you’re not entirely sure just how far Umberal is from Crossroads… or what even awaits you apart from a hive of pissed-off Spicys!
And a LORD, apparently. ARCHMAGE TRIER, whoever that is. Even with an Archdevil backing you up, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous! Still… if it’ll get you your memories back…
Tomorrow’s thoughts. Inngo has your room keys ready for you long before you even ask–if he’s pissed about the second round of chaos you’ve sewn on his establishment, he doesn’t mention it. Bidding Volka a fond goodnight, you and Tzah-Tzie head behind the bar and down the hall where you were attacked by a horde of assassins only a few days ago!
Ah, memories…
“Mind putting a chair under the door handle?” Asks the Durher as she sheds her boots and clothes from the edge of the bed! “I’ve had enough bedtime surprises to last a lifetime…”
Ditto, you reply as you lean the room’s only chair underneath the room’s only door! Secure as it’ll ever be, you shed your robes and flop onto the bed next to Tzah-Tzie as she strums a few notes on her Striilii! Nice to be back in a bed again, you remark, heart a-flutter as you wrap your arms around the girl’s now-bare waist.
“Mmmm…” She hums, still strumming as she takes a seat in your lap! “Y’know, there’s something romantic about sleeping on the ground under the open sky,” TT muses, tilting her head back to meet your gaze, “But I’ll take a warm bed and a dashing young rogue to share it with any day~”
Planting a kiss on your chin, she continues to strum away as you give her hips a gentle squeeze. Her nightly ritual, you think with a smile, though given she’s made herself comfy in your lap sans clothing, you’ve got other stuff on your mind…
Oh, you blink as a fresh thought crashes through your other, more pleasant ones like a train through a stack of cardboard boxes, she said she wanted to tell you something?
“I did?” She replies, cursing under her breath as her claws play off-key.
Yea, you nod, she had a few sips of your drink, but-no… wait… it was when she was doing dishes!
The Spinner’s eyes light up in realization. “Oh,” she mutters as her cheeks turn a reddish hue, “I did… didn’t I?”
Yea, you nod again, a little less patiently, she did! Is she okay?
“Yea!” She chirps, giving you a smile as she gently leans her instrument against the bed, “I um… I have another request… when we get to Umberal.”
Not a promise? Wow… OW! Don’t bite me!
“Quiet, you…” She scolds with faux anger in her eyes!
>CONTD.
>>6267176“And no, it’s not a promise… I know we’re not visiting Umberal for fun, but…”
You feel a small pit dig itself into your chest. But?
The Durher looks even smaller than usual as she averts her gaze from yours. “When I was… well, RUUSDI... I never really got to shop… n-none of my sisters or I did.”
She wants to go shopping? In SPICE CITY?
“Not shopping,” She groans, her fuzzy tail slapping against your stomach, “... I… when I was betrothed to…” The girl trembles in your lap, but steadies herself with a deep breath. “You-Know-Who, we never really… we didn’t…”
Taking another, hastier breath, TT turns around to face you, placing her dainty claws on your shoulders as she stares you in the eye. “We weren’t allowed out much. That’s the problem with being in a wealthy family–every step you take outside the compound is just a murder or kidnapping waiting to happen.”
But now that she’s Tzah-Tzie, you begin,
“I wanna, well…” She interrupts, her face turning even redder as her eyes drift downwards, “S-shop… eat… a-and walk around a bit. With you.”
You answer her with a confused blink. TT, this place might be totally dangerous-”
“I know…” She sighs, meeting your gaze with a sheepish grin, “And I’m not a princess–if we don’t have time, we don’t have time… I just…” The girl pauses to adjust her legs. “I want to feel like a normal girl for once… and I wanna spend time with you, Anton. Couple time.” Her smile droops a bit as the words leave her lips.
“... while I still can.”
What’s that supposed to mean? You’re not dying any time soon, TT…
“That’s what they all say…” She mutters with a grim look in her eyes before hastily putting on a smile! “A-anyways, just think about it, okay? A-am I crazy? It sounds crazy, I get it…”
How do you respond?
>You promise!>You’ll see when you get there, okay?>Maybe when all of your adventures are done?>It’s pretty risky, TT…>Kiss her!>Stay Silent! She’ll think you disappeared!>Write-In!
>>6267179>You’ll see when you get there, okay?>If we find the time, we'll 100% shop around and eat and do whatever you wanna do.I don't want to outright promise. But I also see no reason to deny her request.
>>6267179>Kiss her!Because she's too darn cute.
And then
>>6267185
>>6267185>>6267186>>6267230>>6267246>KISS HER>SAY YOU'LL SEE>IF WE FIND THE TIME WE'LL DO IT ALL, BAEWriting tomorrow! Your favorite cat thing appreciates your support!
Not crazy at all, you reply as you give her side a reassuring squeeze! Well… she’s a little crazy, but-OW! Stop biting!
“You KNOW what I mean, you RASCAL, you!” Snarls the Spinner as she bites her lip to hide her smile!
Seriously though, you continue in a measured tone, you can’t promise anything until you get there… but if we have time between dealing with the Spicys and this LORD or whatever, well… you’re on board with shopping, walking, dining, the whole kit and kaboodle, okay?
“O-ho~” TT purrs as she gives you a sultry look and paws at your chest, “He didn’t make any promises! Handsome, daring, AND shrewd! What a combination~”
Yea, yea, you scoff as you gently bat her claw away, you’re just not in the business of breaking promises, so-
The girl adjusts herself on your lap, sending a jolt through your body! “I know...” she replies with a grateful look in her eyes, “And I really appreciate it, Anton. Truly.” She plants a warm kiss on your cheek. “You’re a really sweet guy for putting up with all of my…”
Tzah-Tzieness?
She answers with a mischievous grin! “It’s a lot to handle, I know!” Seeing your chance, you dart in and plant a kiss of your own on her lips, causing the diminutive Durher to stiffen in surprise!
“Ackpth!” She sheepishly sputters, “C-careful! My breath probably still smells like booze…”
Actually it’s kinda salty, you reply with a frown. She’d better return that stuff before you leave early tomorrow!
Tzah-Tzie collapses against your chest with a defeated and VERY dramatic sigh! “Oh dear… I do hope I remember… this flower WILTS from the day’s many events-”
You’ll remind her, you groan, giving her pointy ears a gentle rub! It’s gonna be a long journey, huh?
“MmMMm~” She purrs, her eyes half-lidded as she barely manages to break free of your ear-rub spell, “Maybe not~”
A sensation akin to being set up for bad news wells up in your gut. TT, you warily begin, explain.
“Well…” The Spinner begins, tracing gentle circles on your chest with her claw, “I may still have that SKYRAIL PASS that our friend dropped-”
You sit upright fast enough to nearly bowl the little crook over! What?! But Morook took it from her!
“And I took it back!” She counters with a cheeky wink! “C’mon, Ant… Jhairo will get a new one!” Sensing the anger in your eyes, the girl wraps her tail around you and presses her bare chest against yours! “H-have I mentioned you look downright dashing when you aren’t mad? Very nice, if I do say so myself…”
She’s gonna get a new BOOT up her ass if she keeps pulling these stunts, you groan! What if he comes looking for it!? How do these passes even work!?
The girl assuages all of your worries with a casual shrug. Wait, that didn’t help at all!
>CONTD.
>>6267372“Never rode it before,” She answers with an innocent smirk! “But I hear it’s like a flying train that glides through the air! Doesn’t that sound romantiiiiic? Hmmmm?”
She can’t just cover up all of her petty thefts by calling them romantic, you reply with a frown. BAD TT.
“Y-you’re gonna eat those words when we get to travel in luxury tomorrow!” She stammers as you give her ear a flick! “You’ll be showering me with gifts! Showering me with praise!”
You only have one pass. How are we supposed to get everyone onboard, huh? And what if it’s packed with Spicys?
Another shrug tries and fails to put your worries to bed. “We’ll figure it out! The pass says we can bring guests, sooooo~”
You dunno, you say with a sigh, it might just be safer to travel on the road…
“There’ll be Spicys there too!” She groans, rocking back and forth on your lap in what you can only assume is a devilish ploy to weaken your resolve! “And monsters, probably! And bandits! And your little human girl friend! An-”
Wait, wha?
“Huh?” TT blinks! “I was talking about the Tiijhek, Ant! Remember when it almost carried me away?” Her voice lowers to a more sultry level as she presses her body against yours. “... Remember how you rescued me?”
You vaguely remember failing to catch her when she fell, but you don’t bring that up. Seems like TT’s dead-set on this Skyrail thing…
“So,” She purrs, her breathing getting heavier and her breath getting warmer the closer she gets, “How about it, hmm? We riding the Skyrail tomorrow?”
Well?
>Sure, why not. Should be faster, if not safer…>Nah, too risky. We’ll take the longer route.>You have another question, actually…>Let’s ask Volka tomorrow to weigh in!>Put your clothes back on–we’re running that pass back to Jhairo and Morook.>Write-In!
>>6267375>Sure, why not. Should be faster, if not safer…They'd never expect us to go north, it's practically suicide. We'll just put on some disguises to be sure. I mean, we're definitel going to need disguises to walk around in the north anyway, right?
We might want to look at that before we go, actually. Some good disguises would help us a long way.
>>6267378You DO have the hat, but...
>>6267375>Sure, why not. Should be faster, if not safer…Your sugary sweet words and your physical affection can only make us forgive so much, TT.
Thankfully the amount we can forgive is a LOT.
>>6267382Well, that's why we need more. Inngo might be able to help on this, I wouldn't be surprised if he had some stuff people forgot in the Inn after getting shitfaced and going out. Or getting tossed through a wall.
>>6267385She's a confirmed rascal, yes
>>6267375>Sure, why not. Should be faster, if not safer…Seems like she's a little insecure about Liz.
>>6267378>>6267385>>6267401>TRAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINWriting!
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Sure, you nod, but you want to prepare a bit tomorrow beforehand. Does she even know where the train stops?
“Nyah-ha~ are you really asking me, TZAH-TZIE: SPINNER EXTRAORDINAIRE, if I know where-”
That’s a yes, then? The girl’s starry eyes darken as you deftly ruin her show. “... You’re no fun…”
Anyways, you continue, what was that about Liz? You coulda’ swore-
Your question is put on hold as the Durher uses what little weight she has to shove you backwards onto the bed!
“Speaking of ‘rides’...” She purrs, licking her lips as she straddles you and locks you in place beneath her, “I never got to reward you for getting us out of the Casino~”
D-don’t mention it, you stammer, but-
“Good boy, Anton~”
It would seem the time for talk is over… Descending upon you like a sensual bird of prey, Tzah-Tzie doesn’t let you get much sleep… but by the time the faint sound of critters cheeping and wagon wheels turning slip in through the walls, you awaken with renewed pep in your step and vim in your smile!
… what were you talking about last night? Eh. Doesn’t matter! Donning your clothes and making a vague attempt at de-messying your hair, you find your pals at the bar chatting over a plate of what smells like mushrooms and milk…
“Mornin’, Rook!” Chirps Volka, the girl positively glowing as she gives the stool next to her a few smacks! “Sleep well?”
Sure, you reply with a tired smile, it was nice to have a bed under your back again…
“Ha! Tell me about it…” The Skog laughs as she shovels a spoonful of food into her mouth, “Rh shrebt rige a BULDR!”
“Pleasant dreams of your new friend?” Inquires TT with the usual smugness. To her credit, Volka only spits a tiny bit of her food out!
“C-come on….” She groans, wiping her lip with an embarrassed laugh, “I’m glad I got ta’ talk with another Skog, that’s all…” She shoots a sharp glance at the devious Durher. “Not everything’s about hanky-panky, y’know…”
“What’s wrong with talking about it?” Asks the Spinner as she cocks her head to the side! “Bottle it all up and it’ll make your scales fall out, y’know~”
Volka’s eyes nearly fall out of her skull! “W-wait, really!?”
“Food’ll be ready in a bit, hon!” Giggles The Waitress as she darts past you behind the bar! “No charge–boss insists!”
Peering over the counter towards Tzah-Tzie’s dish dungeon, your curiosity is rewarded with a heavenly, buttery aroma wafting out of the kitchen and into the tavern!
>CONTD.
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>>6267577“Dunno how you manage to talk about lovey-dovey stuff all the time…” Volka mutters as she hands the spoon over to the Spinner. “Gets my tongue all tied up just thinkin’ about it…”
“Thrsh yrr boblm rai thrrr:” TT replies, not bothering to swallow her food first, “You act like it’s FORBIDDEN MAGICKS or something!”
“W-well it’s hardly breakfast talk, is it?” The Skog stammers with a smile!
“Well you don’t have to go into RICH DETAIL,” Shrugs Tzah-Tzie, “But talking about romance makes it less scary! For example:” Clearing her throat as she stands on her stool, the Spinner’s eyes fall upon you with a mischievous twinkle!
“Spinners write song after song about the language of love... the pieces of passione... but y’know what really gets people going?”
You and the Skog exchange a wary glance. No words need to be spoken, but you know that at a moment’s notice the two of you are ready to tackle the foul fuzzball to the floor.
“Why, a little praise, of course!” The Durher continues! “Take Ant here: certainly not the toughest nut to crack… but if I shout his name or call him a ‘good boy’, he melts like-”
GOOD NEWS, VOLKA, you scream, WE’RE GOING ON A TRAIN TODAY! ISN’T THAT NEAT AND A HUNDRED TIMES MORE INTERESTING?!
“A… train?” The Skog blinks as a confused, but relieved expression forms on her face! “Oh! The Skyrail, y’mean?”
That’s right, you nod, TT grabbed a pass off of those uh, Cartel guys last night! Does she know where people board?
“Jus’ outside Crossroads off’a the main road.” Rumbles Inngo as he places a steaming dish of breakfast beneath your nostrils! “Road’s paved with that stuff they make in Umberal. Can’t miss it.”
Just the guy you wanted to talk to! You have a question actu-wait a sec…
The contents of your plate are creamy, but have a bit of a citrusy zest as well–you’ve got no clue whether you’re eating veggies, meat, or something in-between, but whatever the heck it is, it’s GREAT!
MmmM! A-anywaysh, you continue, this is REAL good by the way… would he happen to have any disguises or costumes left here by his customers?
You didn’t think it was possible for the Molegg’s stare to get any blanker, and yet here you are.
“... Disguises?”
Yea, you nod, y’know… to keep under the radar while you’re on the train!
Still blank. “...What’s a ‘RADAR?’”
>Roll me 1d100 to see what he can scrounge up! Best o’ 3, no bonuses or maluses!
Rolled 85 (1d100)
>>6267578Man, with the way those two are going they might run out of Anklebiters soon. And then we'll get to do a live study on the compatibility of Durher and humans.
Rolled 71 (1d100)
>>6267578Disguise Time!
>>6267582Why wait? Do it for SCIENCE, Ant. And for the adorable pupkittens
Rolled 21 (1d100)
>>6267578
>>6267582>>6267585>>6267588>HIGHEST ROLL: 85!Writing!
>>6267582Y'all got one left, questers
One brief explanation of a RADAR and several minutes later, Inngo returns from the kitchen and drops a pile of clothing onto the counter in front of you! Don’t worry… you moved your meal!
“Knock yourselves out,” He grunts as you and the gals immediately begin sifting through Clothes Mountain, “Mind the puke an’ blood, though.”
You preemptively scoot your breakfast far away from the pile before digging in! Fortunately there’s not as much blood and puke as you expected… and before long you come away with quite the treasure trove, actually!
“Well? Whaddaya think?”
Wh-WHO SAID THAT!?
“Down here, Ant.”
Oh. Oh! It takes you a moment and a few pokes to the leg, but you finally manage to locate TT when she bites you on your knee… hard! H-how is she invisible!?
Giggling to herself, the Durher reemerges as if out of thin air with a cheeky grin! “These goggles, Ant! You couldn’t see me if your life depended on it! Ain’t they neat?”
“Ooh, I know those!” Volka exclaims excitedly! “They’re SPIKING SHADES! Skogs wear ‘em in the East during Spiking Storms so their eyes don’t get stabbed ta’ Hell an’ back with ice crystals!”
What kind of Hellscape is this place-
“Huh. No wonder they fit so weird…” Grumbles the Durher as she idly slaps the goggles against the counter. “Hurts my ears, but I like ‘em!”
“Hehehe~ well save some enthusiasm for me, cuz’ check THIS out!” Turning to face Volka, you nearly do a double-take when you see what she’s wearing!
Where’d her tusks go?
“That’s the best part, Rook! They’re still here!” Snickers the Skog as her tusks magically reappear! “TUSK WARMERS! Nifty, ey? Betcha didn't even recognize me, didja? Admit it!”
Her tusks disappear once again.
“I got a hat too!”
“Ooh, that’s a good call….” Remarks TT’s disembodied voice. “Ant, help me pick out a hat!”
Hold on a sec, you grumble, you still gotta’ show them YOUR haul! Check THESE puppies out!
“Some’a dese’ might actually belong ta’ people here, so just grab one thing.” Warns Inngo! CRUD!
What choose?
>Thing A!
>Thing B!
>Doodad C!
>Wait, what’s THIS? (Write-In within reason, questers)
>Hey (Volka/TT), wanna trade?
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Wanna try something creative? Take a swing at the OFFICIAL ANTON PEAS REFERENCE SHEET!
Also probably gonna be the last update of the day, folks--got real tired halfway through the day and it's getting hard to pound words out. Apologies for the foolishness!
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How about..some EYECOLOR LENSES
Although Anton's HYPERBOREAN SON OF YAKUB eyes are very nice, they're also one of the few things that people can see. So just put on some lenses.
Uh, probably should wash them first, though.
>>6267630>Wait, what’s THIS? (Write-In within reason, questers)Some colored contacts. If we wanna be sugary sweet, we can make them green just like TT's, but black is probably better for staying incognito.
>>6267634wait who the hell is this guy
>>6267638That's uh....Pnton Aeas.
>>6267641Notan Saep, here to save the day with his friends Dzah Die, Wuka and Tezzie.
Don't sue.
>>6267636Also I just read this after eating some ice cream and it sounds VERY sweet, anon. She'd totally dig that
>>6267650I'll support green, the color doesn't really matter as long as it's not blue
>>6267636Actually, you know what.
Make those colored contacts GREEN, baby. Black is for LOSERS
THIS HOUSE is TZAH-PILLED.
>>6267634>>6267652+1 if permitted to green contacts.
>>6267630>Thing B!Shades, if not. That can serve the same purpose.
>>6267634>>6267651>>6267652>>6267658>GREEN CONTACTS!Writing!
>>6267641This is good character design, anon... R-REALLY GOOD
>>6267642Stop giving me ideas to ruin your lives later on in the quest
>>6267652Anon, I can only edit this picture so many times...
>>6267913The TT LOVE never STOPS.
It can’t be helped–just gotta pick the one you like the best! Putting your prize in place, you turn to face the gals with a triumphant smirk! How’s THIS!?
“Woah!” TT remarks with a twinkle in her eye, “Who are you and what did you do with Anton?”
“D’awww, look, TT!” Gushes Volka, the girl’s tail thumping excitedly on the ground, “You two maaaatch!”
It takes the catthing a moment to notice, but once she does you manage to catch a rare glimpse of her being flustered before she hides it behind the usual smugness! “You did that on purpose, didn’t you, you wiley thing, you…”
No clue what she’s talking about, you reply with a laugh! Taking a gander for himself, Inngo passes judgement with the usual gravelly grunt.
“... oughta wash those.”
D’oh! You were wondering why they were already damp and sticky when you put them in! Oh well, what’s the worst that can happen, right?
… why are your eyes burning?
Disguises in tow, you finish up your delicious meal and send a grateful nod Inngo’s way! Thanks for everything… and sorry for getting his inn trashed. Again.
“Not a problem, hon~” Chirps The Waitress, the dainty Durher’s claw darting past you to clear your plate! “Gives me something ta’ do on the slow days!”
E-eeeh?
“Illya’s a carpenter.” Grunts Inngo as you all watch The Wait-err, Illya skip off whistling like a barber! “When she ain’t bussin’ tables, at least.”
“It was a bit odd how quickly everything got repaired…” Muses Tzah-Tzie as she gives the counter a few smacks!
“One more thing…” Snarls the tavernkeeper, prompting TT to freeze up like a pipe in Winter! Y-yea?
“Look up my pal when ya’ get ta’ Umberal.” The Molegg answers. “Does maintenance work up at the University.”
“Ooh! The Mage University!?” Volka exclaims! “Nifty!”
“Mhm…” Inngo nods, clearly not anywhere remotely as intrigued, “Name’s OBBER. Gnok fella. Can’t miss ‘em.”
Hoo boy, you groan, another Obber?
“‘S a common Gnok name,” He fires back, his ember-colored eyes flickering as he studies you coolly. “’Anton’”.
>CONTD.
>>6268050R-right, you nod, course it is! With that settled, the three of you leave the tavern with your new costumes in tow! So, you begin, how do we even board this Skyrail thing anyways?
“It’s a train, Ant!” Snickers TT, the miniscule musician batting your leg with her tail! “We just show off that nifty pass and bam: we’re on!”
“Never been on a train before…” Volka muses with a wistful look in her eyes! “... well, ‘sides the one we crashed when leaving the casino…”
“You’re gonna LOVE it, Volkie!” The Durher chirps! “Snacks delivered to your own private booth… live music… and a ride so smooth you’ll be sleeping like a kit the whole way over!”
Has she actually rode the Skyrail before, or is she just improvising again?
TT steals a sly glance your way! “You didn’t complain when I was ‘improvising’ last ni-”
“Snacks… delivered to your own booth…” Volka mutters in hushed awe! “Golly…”
As it turns out, you DON’T just show off that nifty pass and bam, you’re on… guided by the road’s transformation from neat cobblestone to sleek, almost marble-like material, you come across a massive crowd of people lined up for… well, something!
“S’cuse us,” Begins Volka as she gives the Mox in front of her a gentle tap (much to their abject horror), “Is this the way to the Skyrail?”
“Aye,” The fishthing nods in a haughty tone, “Hope ye’ got plenty of bells–this ain’t no caravan, y’know.”
“Mhm! It’s a SKYRAIL!” Volka replies with a toothy grin, prompting her new friend to scoot away. So, you groan as you feel TT flop against your leg, ‘Just Hop On’, huh?
“Sarcasm is the sad refuge of those without ideas of their ow-NYEOW!”
Pinching the Spinner’s ear makes you feel better, but it doesn’t move the line any quicker! Moving at a glacial pace, the queue eventually takes you up an incline into some kind of station building–the air cool and echoey from the massive edifice surrounding you!
“Hope we’re in the right line…” Grumbles Volka, the poor girl’s tail swishing as she rapidly loses patience, “Bet we coulda’ boarded by now…”
>CONTD.
>>6268055“I’ve got a plan!” Cackles TT as she sidles up next to the Skog, “Toss me to the front of the line with the pass! I’ll get a guard to come grab ya’!”
“I…. don’t even know where the line ends…” Volka responds with an uneasy laugh! She’s not wrong–the whole thing feels like the line for a theme park ride… or an airport terminal! You’re just about to put TT’s idea into motion when a stern-faced figure marches parallel to the line… an employee, perhaps?
Pardon me, you interrupt, prompting the guard to stare daggers into your recolored eyes, this is the line for the train, right?
“The SKYRAIL, yes.” Nods the patroller with military precision, “Purchasers and Passholders here, Diamond and Resident Passholders are down that way.”
Following his gaze, you spot another line quite a way’s away from yours! All the same, it DOES look a bit less crowded…
“My good man~”Purrs Tzah-Tzie as she takes a dramatic step closer, “What would one need to procure a spot in the ‘Resident’ line, hmm?”
The guard gives the girl a long, hard, unflinching stare. “If you have to ask, you aren’t a resident.”
Departing with purpose in his step, the guard leaves you and the gals to your own devices, TT looking especially miffed!
“Don’t worry, T,” Smiles Volka as she gives her pint-sized pal a pat on the head, “I can still throw ya’ if ya’ like!”
“It’s… not that…” The Durher growls–her fuzz bristling against your leg! Then uh… what is it?
TT takes a few more whiffs of the air before nodding angrily. “No doubt about it… SHE’S here… somewhere…”
Volka’s eyes widen. “Y-you don’t mean…?”
“Mhm…” Hisses the Spinner, body trembling and eyes wide with unadulterated malice, “LUTZA!”
Oh hey, you remark, you ran into her when you were escaping the casino! Maybe she could fast-track you onto the train! Or, you double-back after getting a look from TT that could turn a lesser man to stone, m-maybe n-not?
“Hey, uh,” Stammers the Chytree behind you, “Is your pet okay?”
“She’s fine! Totally trained!” Answers Volka with a nervous smile!
Not wanting to wait around for your ‘pet’ to bite someone’s fingers off, you decide to…
>Stay in line! Who knows what kind of pass you have?>Try the other line! Jhairo’s a Templar–why wouldn’t he get special treatment?>Flag down another guard… see if they can get you where you need to go!>Look around for a shortcut or something!>Throw TT somewhere!>See if you can track down Lutza! An idol always helps her fans out, right?>Stay Silent! They'll think you disappeared!>Write-In!
>>6268056>Flag down another guard… see if they can get you where you need to go!
>>6268056>Try the other line! Jhairo’s a Templar–why wouldn’t he get special treatment?The guards seem unhelpful, if that patroller we dealt with before was one of them.
>>6268056>Flag down another guard… see if they can get you where you need to go!And if we have a normal pass, uh, I guess nothing to do.
>>6268059>>6268081>GUARDS! GUUAAAAAAARRRRDDDSS!>>6268079>TEMPLAR GRINDSETWriting!
Entertaining as it’d be to travel with a celebrity, you’d be on pretty much everyone’s RADAR before, during, and after your trip North!
Not to mention Tzah-Tzie will probably kill her. She’s pulled out that knife of hers for far less! Nope, you’d better just nick this uncertainty in the bud–for all you know Jhairo’s pass will get you… you dunno, a private car or something? Mitaar merch?
“Ey! HEEL, TT! HEEL!”
Good thing Volka’s here to reel her in! While the Skog wrestles the furious fuzzball, you spot a passing guard and flag them down with a few snaps of your fingers and a well-placed ‘yoo-hoo’!
“... You ‘yoo-hoo’in me?” The Gnok grumbles, approaching your entourage with a fresh scowl on his already-surly face!
Yea, you nod, you actually had a question about passes-
“Pssssh… do I LOOK like a guy who knows about PASSES?”
The guard’s sudden animosity takes you by surprise! H-huh? Wha?
“Huuurrr? Whuurrr?” He mocks, putting an emphasis on how silly you totally DON’T sound! “There’s an INFO BOOTH back in the Entry Hall… how bout ya’ scurry back over there with your pet and ask them?”
She’s not your pet, you growl, she’s your… she’s your ‘Special Lady’, okay?! And you don’t want to go back there–you might lose your spot in line!”
Your pleas are deftly ignored as the guard places something in his mouth and lights it up–the acrid smell vaguely familiar… “Sounds like a big heap of ‘Not My Problem’, pal. Guess who’s on his way to his smoke break?”
“Um…” Mutters Volka with a forced smile, “Y-you?”
“Bingo.” The smoke from his lit smoke hits your nostrils and immediately causes them to shrivel up! Wh-what IS that stuff, you gasp!
“MIZWEED,” Sniffs the guard, “Not from around here, are ya?”
“Just ignore ‘im, Rook,” Volka sighs as she struggles to keep a hold on Tzah-Tzie, “We’ll just find another guard.”
“Not on my watch you won’t!” The Guard replies with a wicked grin! “I’ll tell ‘em ta’ steer clear of you all! You’re DOOMED!”
>CONTD.
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>>6268106You… you don’t even know what to say. Gasping for fresh air free of that vile MIZWEED smoke, you barely manage to croak out a simple question:
‘Wh-why?’
“Well,” The Gnok shrugs, “I really don’t have much of a life… so I like to make things interesting here at the station. Y’know… stir the pot a little!”
Volka frowns. “Does… does that actually work?”
Another shrug. “Hasn’t yet, but it makes my job a little less dull, sooo…”
His voice trails off as another plume of smoke chokes the air out of your lungs! You… you REALLY don’t like whatever it is he’s smoking… but why aren’t Volka or TT reacting!?
Too bad Rezzie isn’t here… she’d probably tear this guy to shreds.
… Then again, they’d probably go well together…
What do?
>Diplomance! Try to convince this guy!>Intimidate! Maybe Volka or TT can help!>QUICK! Grab another guard!>Shenanigans! Try to get this guy in trouble!>Bribe! Maybe something you have will loosen him up?>Go to the Info Booth, you can leave TT and Volka here…>Stay Silent! He’ll think you disappeared!>RED?>Write-In!
>>6268107>Diplomance! Try to convince this guy!>And to sweeten the deal, a serving of trail chow Weed people are hungry, right? I don't think some chow would be enough for a bribe of its own, but if we just use it to 'sweeten the deal' it should be.
>>6268107>Diplomance! Try to convince this guy!I was tempted to do TOMFUCKERY and SHENANIGANS but we're supposed to be on the downlow.
Supporting gYR's write in as well
>>6268107>Go to the Info Booth, you can leave TT and Volka here…Hold our spot in line!
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>>6268110>>6268111>BRIBERY!>>6268122>THE SENSIBLE OPTION!Let's see how things go!
>Roll me 1d100+2 (+2 Illusionist Initiate, +3 Bribery, +2 Wants to get away from Angy TT, -5 I'M ON SMOKO) to get this guy to chill! Best of 3--will probably write the next update tomorrow mornin'! Have an apology TT!
Rolled 85 + 2 (1d100 + 2)
>>6268158
Rolled 33 (1d100)
>>6268158Go
Rolled 67 (1d100)
>>6268158
huuuuuut
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If working at a fast food restaurant has taught you anything, it’s that it ain’t worth engaging grumpy customers, especially if they haven’t eaten yet! Steeling yourself against the menacing miasma, you put on your best Customer Service Smile!
Smoke break, huh? Bet he’s pretty hungry too…
Your assumption earns a raised eyebrow from the Mizweed-smoking menace! “... Maybe I am, what’s it to ya?”
Well, you continue, you happen to have some extra trail rations burning a hole in your pocket… and if someone were to assist you, well–
“You think I’m an animal or somethin’?” The guard interjects with fresh disdain in his expression!
… does he want the food or not?
Taking a few more puffs of his smoke, the Gnok finally answers with a shrug. “Yea, sure… why not. Trail rations…”
Retrieving the chow from your pocket, you hold it just out of reach as you match his sneer with one of your own as you hand over your pass! So, you cough as he looks it over, where should you be?
“... There’s no way you’re a godsdamned Templar,” He begins, sending a chill down your spine! “... ya ain’t actin’ high and mighty enough.”
Oh, uh… Mitaar says to, uh… be cool, you wheeze as you and Volka exchange a sneaky thumb’s up!
“Huh. Guess I oughta’ go to temple more.” Handing your pass back, the guard’s eyes leap over to the shorter line. “You’re supposed to be over there, but I wouldn’t even bother waiting. Just talk to my buddy HUUT--the Mox.” Your eyes once again follow his to a frazzled-looking guard standing next to what you’re guessing is the end of the VIP line! “He’ll getcha’ on the train lickety-split.”
Oh. Well, uh, you cough as you hand over the RATIONS, th-thanks!
“For what?” The Gnok scoffs! “You see… you merely received information while I obtained material goods out of this transaction.” The guard nods to himself with a pleased-as-punch smirk. “Making ME the winner here. You’ve been bested.”
… what the hell is wrong with y-
“Thanks, mate! C’mon, Rook~” Volka chirps as she picks you up with the hand not currently holding a still-irate Tzah-Tzie by the scruff of her neck! Striding across the station with renewed purpose in her wide step, the Skog plants you both down in front of the aforementioned ‘HUUT’.
“Three for the Skyrail, please and thank ya!” She announces with a fresh grin! “Your pal over there said you could fix us up! All aboaaaard!”
The Mox examines your pass before looking you up and down like a coach sizing up a boxer. “... Sure, I can getcha’ on. Just promise you’ll never say ‘All Aboard’ again.”
“This Skyrail Station’s a cold and unfriendly place, Rook…” Mutters Volka, her tail drooping along with her expression. “I don’t much care for it...”
>CONTD.
>>6268414You don’t either, you groan as the guard wordlessly leads you up a nearby ramp. Is everyone this obnoxious in Umberal, TT?
“Lutza….” Snarls the Spinner. Guess that’s a yes? The commotion only grows louder as your destination, and as you emerge onto the main train platform, you can’t help but wonder how the hell you missed it!
Sensing the question in your eyes, Huut delivers a response with almost impressive amounts of apathy in his tone! “Whole terminal and the connecting railways are subject to several concurrent spells–keeps things nice and quiet outside while also making it harder for the train itself to be detected.”
Woah, you blink, so you’ll be riding, like, an INVISIBLE train?
“Courtesy of TRIMBAULT ACADEMY.” He replies as he deposits you all in a fresh queue leading into the hissing train! “They’ll remind ya’ when ya’ get in, but don’t try anything stupid… Umberal folk ain’t too keen on giving second chances.”
Thankfully the queue leading into the train moves MUCH faster than the one outside! Not that you notice much. Stepping into the train, you feel like you’ve entered a completely different world: one that greets you with the smell of a roaring fireplace and a cozy temperature to match! Before you can delve too deep, you’re stopped by an invisible hand pressed against your chest!
“Greetings, Templar,” Purrs a pair of eyes shaded by what you assume is some kind of cowl, “We trust you’ll be choosing the private booth today?”
Yes, you slowly nod, that will… that will suffice, you think! Mitaar always says-
“The door to your booth will be attuned to your pass. Don’t lose it.” The mage’s eyes flicker to life with an uncanny glow! “The DINING CART will be to the right of your booth–the LEISURE CART will be to your left. Please relax.”
A moment of pure, unadulterated NAUSEA washes over you–like a whole day of roller coasters jam-packed into one second–before you find yourself standing in…
Well, you obviously can’t see it, but it seems like a room! Bumping into a plush, silky recliner behind you, you freeze up like a deer in the headlights as the gentle pluckings of a woodwind instrument pipe into the booth!
“OoOugh…” Sputters Volka as the gentle giant tumbles into a chair of her own, “Hate teleporta-ooh, comfy!”
You follow suit and sink into your own chair. That’s what that was?
“Mhm!” The Skog purrs as she makes herself comfortable! “Y’see magic in Crossroads, but I guess it makes sense there’d be more of it up North… TRIMBAULT’S the place ta’ study magic at, after all!”
What the hell are you getting yourself into? Relieving Volka of TT, you bring the frothing fuzzball over to your seat and sit her down in the recliner next to you like a kid in a car seat!
Feeling better yet?
>CONTD.
>>6268418The rage in the Durher’s eyes fades away like smoke out a window! “UuUUuuughh… what… what happened?”
Her favorite musician, you reply as you tousle her hair! Just relax, okay? Enjoy the glamor a little!
“Yep! The royal treatment… gotta love it!” Smiles Volka! “Guess we got some time before we shove off…” She blinks. “Mmm, might haveta’ see what’s cookin’ in the dining cart…”
“They have a dining cart?” Asks TT innocently!
“Mhm!” Nods the Skog! “And a Leisu-”
Diving into Volka’s chest like a missile, you barely manage to cut her off before she finishes her sentence! VOLKA!
Through some divine providence, the Skog seems to pick up on what you’re worried about almost immediately! “Errr, l-LUXURY cart! W-which we’re in! W-wow…”
Out of the corner of your eye you spot TT staring at you like a dog realizing they’re at the Vet’s rather than the park… having stopped the fiendish furball from realizing there’s gambling on the train, you stretch out a bit and decide to…
>Hit up the DINING CART!>Check out the LEISURE CART!>Is there a place to grab some fresh air around here?>Chat up one of your pals (Who?)>See if your booth has any other cool stuff!>Walk around the train a bit!>Write-In!
>>6268420>See if your booth has any other cool stuff!It *is* a luxury booth.
>>6268420>See if your booth has any other cool stuff!
>>6268421>>6268452>LUXURY BOOOOOOOOTH!Writing
>>6268414>Volka is forced ot experience airport personnelTragic. Bad things shouldn't happen to good people.
>>6268465That ought to distract our little menace.
Hey, yea! LUXURY! Wonder if there’s anything cool in here?
“Ooh, good thinkin’!” Giggles Volka as she joins you in inspecting your surroundings, “Maybe th-”
“The icebox has a few packages of Umberal ICECAKES and a bottle of RAW RUUPPAA, but it doesn’t seem to be from a big-name vinya-”
How did she already manage to case the joint? And where did they stow an icebo-
“LEMMESEETHEBOTTLELEMMELEMMELEMME!”
You’ve only been lunged at by a Skog once or twice since you arrived in Zoral, and one thing you’ve noticed is that it’s utterly terrifying EVERY TIME! Even though you aren’t the target, you spring into action and curl up like a shrimp while Volka snatches the bottle out of Tzah-Tzie’s trembling claws!
“Ohohoho~” Purrs the Skog as she rubs her face against the bottle, “I’ll bet this tastes downright heavenly...”
“Easy, Volkie: that bottle’s probably worth more than all of us…” Mutters the Spinner as she snatches a sweet-scented dessert from a box in the middle of the booth! “Here, Ant. Open wide.”
Not one to refuse a lovely lady, you open your mouth and nearly choke on whatever the heck TT just shoved in there! Disc-shaped and pleasantly cold, your teeth easily carve through the gooey, doughy exterior and into a layer of tart jam and crunchy chunks beneath!
“Icecakes…” Smirks the Spinner as she takes a nibble from the side poking out of your mouth, “The bane of every Umberal lady’s thighs…” Licking her chops, she shoots you a concerned glance. “Careful with the powdered sugar, Ant. That stuff’ll clog your nose up if you let it!”
“Ooh! Toss me a few!” Volka laughs with a glimmer in her eye! “Hells, what was I thinking, going with Mor and Jhairo?” Her yellow eyes fall upon you. “You sure know how ta’ treat a lady, Rook!”
Coming up from the pie to get some air, you gasp a quick ‘thanks’ before going in for another bite! As you dive in, however, you feel something cling to the inside of your nostril and-
ACHOO!
>CONTD.
>>6268490Tumbling backwards over your seat, your hip smacks into something on the armrest and sends a trio of electronic whistles bouncing around the cabin! Before you can wonder what you just did, a pair of fuzzy blue lights appears in the center of the booth!
”Greetings, esteemed traveler! Call me Oot! I’ll be your Teksoul Concierge for this journey! How may I make your trip nicer today?”
“W-woah…” Volka sputters, doublefisting Icecakes, “Th-this is Umberal, T?”
“Not like I remember it…” The catthing murmurs with wide, wary eyes!
Before you can ask for clarification, you feel a series of options creep into your mind:
>Teksoul Overview>Skyrail Information>Teksoul Appearance and Persona>Cabin Easefloat (Currently OFF)>Cabin Envirotools (HOT, COOL, MIST, SWOOS, PHEROMONE, SLEEPTIME, WAKEUP)>Icebox Ordering (ICECAKES, MUUSP STEW, FUNGI CHIPS, TRAILCUBE, RUUPPA (DRAFT), UMBERAL SEENTI, FUUTSKA)>Prayer Aid (MITAAR (LIGHT), VIISLA (HUNT), OAD (SEA), BIISI (FORTUNE), KNODD (EARTH), HELAA (SKY)>Call Conductor>Nevermind>Other Options (Write-In)>>6268483Don't worry, anon--I don't think Volka can even fit on a plane... a passenger plane, anywho.
>distract our menaceBold of you to assume
>>6268492>CABIN ENVIROTOOL: COOL>ICEBOX ORDERING: MUUSP STEW, RUUPPA>SKYRAIL INFORMATIONCozy time.
>>6268492>Skyrail Information>Cabin Easefloat >Cabin Envirotools (Pheromone)It's probably a bad idea but my curiosity is too big.
>>6268490hey, has anyone noticed how often TT does the "put new food in anton's mouth" thing? she seems to do it quite often. I think it's kinda cute.
>>6268495>cozy>coldAren't those the uh...opposite?
>>6268501+1 for the possibly dumb idea
>>6268508I was more going for 'nice bowl of warm hearty soup on a cool day' vibe but eh. I'm fine with whatever.
>>6268513air conditioner colds are too artificial to feel cozy. Cozy comes from dealing with a natural cold by doing something warm.
>>6268514Eh, again, I'm not going to swap my vote for Pheromones because that sounds like a disaster waiting to happen.
It is what it is.
>>6268495>COOL!>MORE GRUB!>INFOOOO>>6268501>>6268508>INFOOOO>EASEFLOAT!>PHEROMONE!Writingggggg
>>6268507Ain't she a peach?
The choices drift through your mind like neon signs along the interstate at night… each wayward thought causing them to hum and tremble! It’s a strange feeling, to say the least, but it only gets weirder when your mind drifts over to the idea of that ‘Easefloat’ thing-
“EASEFLOAT ACTIVATING… Please secure your food and beverages!”
Volka blinks. “Whazzat about an easy-”
She gets her answer long before she can finish the question! Heralded by a dull tingling in your inner ear, you feel your stomach lurch as a sense of weightlessness envelops your body…
“W-woah! Hey!”
Oh snap, it’s not just you! It’s only after you’re almost level with Volka’s eyes that you realize what’s happening: you, your treats, and your friends slowly drift about the cabin like those people that live in space stations!
ASTRONAUTS! That’s it!
“Nyyaugh!” TT sputters as she flails like a cat in a bathtub, “Wh-h-how’d you do that!?”
Y-you just thought of it, you sputter in disbelief! Do they not see the Tek thing!?
“I heard it, yea…” Volka giggles as she somersaults in the air, “Hey Rook, spin contest! Let’s see who can puke last!”
“Hmm…” Muses TT as she stretches mid-float! “Doesn’t seem to want to respond to my thoughts…” A mischievous glimmer appears in the Durher’s eye! “Ooh! Try to order something fancy! Like GOLDEN PUDDING!”
“Hells yea!” Volka grins! “Ooh, try HEARTH STEW!”
GIMME a sec, you grumble as you gently push yourself away from the wall! You wanna see how this works first…
“ENVIROTOOL SELECTED: PHEROMONE!”
Any levity, lack of gravity induced or otherwise, leaves your companion’s expressions as they both turn your way with MURDER in their eyes!
“ANT!” Snarls TT, “Are you SERIOUS!?”
Erk-
“What are you THINKING, Rook!?” Adds Volka incredulously! “I don’t even know what kind of monster that IS!”
Y-you didn’t MEAN to think about it, you whine as an almost floral scent fills your room! It’s like saying ‘Don’t think about elephants!’ What’s the first thing they think of!?
The girls exchange a glance.
“... What’s an eleph-”
“... What’s an eleph-”
>Roll me 1d100 for reasons! Best of 3!
Rolled 38 (1d100)
>>6268555there's really no need to worry about this.
Rolled 64 (1d100)
>>6268555You guys really shouldn't have picked that.
Rolled 70 (1d100)
>>6268555Let's see
>>6268560Well, guess it wasn't a problem after all
>>6268560>>6268561Told you guys there wasn't any need to worry about it
Is it bad if i kinda wish the roll failed?
>>6268563I can see being curious about what would have happened.
>>6268557>>6268560>>6268561>HIGHEST ROLL: 70!Groovy! Writing~
>>6268567I mean, we succeed nearly all rolls unless they have a big malus, so I didn't expect it. But i did kinda want to see what would have happened if we didn't.
Bones?
>>6268572I don't think whatever you think would've happened would be all that fun when we're floating like pieces of garbage in the air.
>>6268574That just makes the idea more puzzling to begin with.
Before either girl can finish, their eyes lazily droop as any and all animosity in their expressions are replaced with…
Comfort?
“Huh!” Volka remarks as she takes a page from TT and stretches her back, “Y’know… that doesn’t feel half bad, actually!”
“Yea…” Nods TT as she swims over to you through the air, “Reminds me of the baths… barely even feel sore anymore…”
Volka blinks slowly at her pal. “You were sore? Why?”
As Tzah-Tzie tries to find an excuse, you, well… you feel GOOD! Not how you expected to feel when you chose, well… pheromones, but relaxed! And kinda…
Snuggly?
Gently pulling TT into your embrace, you squeeze the girl close as you continue to drift around the booth! She doesn’t seem too bothered by it.
“D’awww, comm’ere, you two!”
Not one to be left out, Volka plucks you out of the air as well and hugs you tight! This… this is NICE!
“Remember when we snuggled on the floor at the Inn?” Volka snickers! “Hells, I never thought I’d ever wake up!”
“Mmf… gentle with the squeezing…” Tzah-Tzie warns as she nuzzles your neck!
Blissfully floating along, something else comes to your foggy mind…
“SKYRAIL INFORMATION: No, you’re not flying! You’re currently relaxing in one of ten Skyrail trains commissioned and maintained by the joint effort of TRIMBAULT MAGIC ACADEMY and the UMBERAL DEPARTMENT OF CITY WORKS!”
“Sounds about right…” Mumbles TT as her tail wraps around your waist, “They’ve been working together since I was a kit…”
“Mages runnin’ the show…” Volka remarks as she hugs you both closer, “Dunno… always seemed like a scheckt barrel waitin’ ta’ explode ta’ me…”
“Each train is designed with one factor in mind: YOU!” Giggles the disembodied voice! “Sample our magically-sourced cuisine in the DINING CAR! Try your luck in our Teksoul arcade in the LEISURE CAR!”
You feel TT stir in your grasp. “L-l-LUCK!?”
”Fueled and operated by Teksoul, the train you’re currently enjoying is merely a sneak peak of Umberal’s bright future… a glimmer of light in the darkness… another incredible invention with limitless potential!”
Wrestling to keep Tzah-Tzie under control isn’t easy in Zero-G, but you’ve had plenty of practice… and so has Volka!
“Please don’t hesitate to ask if you have any further questions! The Umberal Skyrail: Mind AND Magic!”
“I…!” Snarls the Durher, “I just… nff! Just wanna… check it ouuuuuuut!”
“Don’t let go, Rook!” Barks Volka as she wraps her tail around you both as a barrier, “Don’t you DARE let go!”
>One more! Roll me 1d100+3 (+1 Floating Footwork, +2 Tiny TT, +5 Volka Aid, -1 Relaxed, -4 Slippery TT!) to wrangle the rascal! Best of 3!>>6268572Think Pepe LePew from Looney Tunes... But Skog. And Human. And Durher
Rolled 37 + 3 (1d100 + 3)
>>6268593FORME: HUGGE CATTE
Rolled 34 (1d100)
>>6268593That seems like it would have been fun to watch.
Rolled 58 (1d100)
>>6268593Thanks for answering. Also, SQUISH THAT CAT
>>6268596>>6268599>>6268600>HIGHEST ROLL: 61!Writing! By the by, updates might slow down in the next few days. Just warnin ya!
>>6268599>funYou don't wanna see a riled-up Skog, my guy
>>6268601>You don't wanna see a riled-up Skog, my guyThat just makes me want to see it more.
The catthing is slippery, that’s for certain, and floating around doesn’t make handling her any easier! But with the combined forces of ANTON AND VOLKA, the vile beast is sealed away forever more!
… and by that you mean you’ve got her squished and snug against you!
“NnNnff!” She groans, kicking her legs in vain protest, “... You’re lucky I’m cozy right now. I could bite my way outta here if I FELT like it…”
Calm down, REZZIE’, you snicker, giving the girl’s hair a gentle tousle, you’ll take a look around the train in a little bit, okay?
“Ooh, count me in!” Volka grins as she pushes off the wall with her tail! “Gee, imagine if the whole train was like this! Freaky thought, right?”
“Well I wanna do SOMEthing…” The Durher grumbles with an indignant look on her reddening face! “Y’know, BESIDES floating around in a train booth…”
“I wanna check out the DINING CAR!” The Skog exclaims, her sheer excitement sending the three of you into a death roll!
“Ackpth!” TT sputters, “W-we just ate, though!”
“I got room!” Volka replies as she gives her toned tummy a smack! “I always got room for fancy food and drink!”
TT smirks at her friend’s enthusiasm before setting her sights on YOU! Oh no, she’s got that LOOK, too!
“Anton, dearest-”
She’s not going to the casino, you interrupt as you give her a firm squeeze! Not without an armed escort! You remember what happened last time!
The Durher answers your accusation with a sheepish and VERY practiced smile! “But… but you rescued me, remember? A-and remember how GRATEFUL I was when-”
You’re still sore from the last few rounds of her ‘gratitude’, but you don’t tell her that. Look, you sigh, let me think a little, okay? You’re going to Umberal, not a field trip!
“Hmmm…” Sighs the Spinner with mock contemplation in her eyes, “Volka, why don’t you run along to the dining car-”
NOOOOO! DON’T LEEEEEEAVE!
What do?
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>Hit up the DINING CART!
>Check out the LEISURE CART!
>Is there a place to grab some fresh air around here?
>Chat up one of your pals (Who?)
>Fiddle around with the Teksoul more!
>Walk around the train a bit!
>Write-In!
>>6268507It's very sweet. Like icecakes!
>>6268593missed opportunity, but sine harem is verboten, this is probably best as it spares Volka's fragile maiden heart... and Anton's fragile human pelvis
>>6268627>Is there a place to grab some fresh air around here?
>>6268627>Hit up the DINING CART!Better not let TT alone, or she'll gamble away all out money.
>>6268627>Hit up the DINING CART!
>>6268629More like Anton's fragile human SKELETON /:3
>>6268627>Hit up the DINING CART!Fancy food and booze indeed.
>>6268629picrel
>>6268637hmm, that post should have had a gif
>>6268638I hate what you guys inspire me to create
>>6268639I believe in Anton. Once he realized how sad that would have made Volka, he would have pulled through and willed himself back from death.
>>6268641There is truly no greater motivator than "Volka would be sad"
>>6268642Maybe "TT's heart will break" might be up there, too. or "Jhairo will look cooler than us."
>>6268631>>6268632>>6268637>DINE AND DASH?>>6268629>CLEAR THE AIR!Remember when I said updates might become a little sporadic? That's gonna start now! Got people coming into town for the holiday so expect some delays--apologies for the inconvenience! Should have more by the end of the week at the latest. Thanks for playing!
>>6268725Thank YOU for running. Enjoy your Independence Day!
>>6268743Thanks! Here's all the gals at the beach to celebrate! Sun's Out Guns Out!
>>6268754First time we've seen Rezzie in years...
uoooh...
>>6268762She SHALL return.....
>>6268754Nice, but I never expected the swimsuits to be that skimpy
Fun as this is, if you’re stealing someone else’s pass for a magical luxury train then you might as well live a little, right? Volka seems keen on grabbing some food, and you don’t dare stay in here alone with TT, sooooo…
Drifting over to the cabin door, your ears perk up as a pleasant announcement replaces the gentle woodwind music:
”ATTENTION PLEASE: The Skyrail is now departing. Please use caution as the train may shift!”
Sure enough, all three of you are CATAPULTED into the wall and land in a heap with Volka on top! OoOOOwww…
“N-nyaaaahhh…..”
”This train will be stopped at: MILAR. TARRITOT. HOTHAR. And will end service at: UMBERAL. Please enjoy the ride and alert your nearest conductor or Teksoul Helper if you notice anything suspicious! Safe travels… we’ll see you in Umberal soon!”
Shimmying out from under Volka with Tzah-Tzie still in Tzah-tow, you push off from the plush, carpeted floor over to the cabin door and tug it open!
”Easefloat in effect! Please use caution when exiting–”
You’re too busy flopping onto the floor to hear the rest, but luckily your face tanked most of the impact!
Oh, and TT did too. Sorry!
“Bleeeehh…”
Peeling yourself off of the battered Bard, you barely manage to scoot out of the way before Volka comes flying out, eyes wide and expression happy at the promise of treats!
“C’MON, GANG!” She roars with a smile, “Say it with me! FAN! CY! FOOD!”
You’re not gonna-
“FAN! CY! FOOD!” Giggles Tzah-Tzie! “C’mon, Ant!”
Well, Rezzie isn’t here to make fun of you, so… much to the chagrin of your fellow passengers, you march down the hallway chanting ‘FAN! CY! FOOD!’ until the scent of said ‘FAN! CY! FOOD!’ assaults your nose and ears… and what an attack it IS!
Fresh-baked pastries! Roasting herbs and spices! Hissing meat and bubbling stew! Bartenders shaking and pouring bubbly beverages! Cutlery and dishware clattering and clanking over the roar of hundreds of conversations! All this and more greets your senses like the overture to an orchestra performance… the calm before the tasty, TASTY storm!
“It’s…” Mumbles Volka, the girl standing reverently as she observes the spectacle, “L-lovely…”
Is she crying?
“OUTTA’ THE WAY!” Snarls a Mox as he bodily SHOVES past you and your pals, “That’s a FIRE ‘AZARD, y’know!”
>CONTD.
>>6268909A barely-audible ‘sorry’ wriggles free of the Skog’s pursed lips as she leads you all in. Where… where do you even START?
>MEATS!>VEGGIES!>DESSERTS!>BAKED STUFF!>DRINKS!>Just follow Volka around!“I’ll go grab us a table!” Chirps TT as she gives you a cheerful smile! “Surprise me, okay?”
Oh, right.
>Roll me 1d100+3 (+2 Loose Footwork, +2 LIMBOOO, +2 TT Pheromone Relaxed, +3 Distracted Volka Support, -2 Still Pheromone Relaxed, -4 Wriggly Durher) to hold on to this dang catthing. Best of 3!>>6268823I'll let you guess which of the girls convinced the others to wear 'em
Rolled 40 + 3 (1d100 + 3)
>>6268910>Just follow Volka around!She's the food girl. She knows what she's doing.
>>6268911>first roll 43Inshallah TT shall be free
Rolled 36 + 3 (1d100 + 3)
>>6268910>Just follow Volka around!Inshallah TT shall not be free
Rolled 33 (1d100)
>>6268910>Just follow Volka around!Welp, we're gonna be poor
INSHALLAH THE CAT DEVIL IS FREE
>>6268909>Please enjoy the ride and alert your nearest conductor or Teksoul Helper if you notice anything suspicious! That just makes me suspicious of this train. Are they expecting trouble?
>>6268910>I'll let you guess which of the girls convinced the others to wear 'emAnother amazing play by, you guessed it...
Anyway,
>Just follow Volka around!
>>6269106>Another amazing play by, you guessed it...Rezzie, yes. It was honestly quite surprising how passionate her words were.
tegaki
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>>6268911>>6268933>>6268947>HIGHEST ROLL: 43!SHE IS FREED! Also,
>>6268911>>6268933>>6268947>>6269106>Follow Volka!>>6268984>Desserts!Still busy for the reminder of this week, so we'll see if I can do an update later today or Saturday at the latest! Sorry again for the delay, folks--having people over makes questing tricky! Appreciate your patience and love that you're playing!
>>6269111It came out as one of her usual taunts, but she inadvertently got the rest of the girls to roll with it. She was not pleased with all the competition in the beach bod department :c
foodtime
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Hugging Tzah-Tzie tighter, you’re almost a little surprised when she gets comfy in your arms! Wrapping her arms around your neck and nuzzling your chest, you’d almost think she had a total change of heart!
Almost...
“Whaaaat?” She purrs as her fluffy tail reaches up to tickle your cheek. “You look so serious, Ant…”
Any idea why that might be? The girl answers with an innocent shrug and a coy smirk as Volka gives your shoulder a gentle tap!
“C’mon, you two!” She chides, her big yellow eyes hopping between you and the sound of clanking dishware, “I’m pretty sure these guys SERVE you! How about that!?”
You’re not sure how you missed it earlier, but Volka’s right: following the Skog, you notice rows of hazy, glowing eyes waiting patiently behind tables for the food… Teksoul catering staff? Your fellow passengers move from station to station letting the servers dole out portions, and as Volka shimmies over to one with a giddy grin on her face, the server regards her with a dead fish stare…
”WOulD yOU liKe sOmE STeamed ROUgheaD–”
You and a few other patrons recoil when Volka leans forward and nearly sends the whole table tumbling!
“WOULD I!”
You and TT follow close behind as the Skog drifts from station to station like a Science Fair Judge–the girl pausing at each stop to sample the dish before relaying her thoughts to you with an enthusiastic ‘mmmMmM!’ and a nod or a curt, but polite shake of her head!
You’re not too certain if you’re supposed to try the food as you’re served. Based on how the other patrons stare you can at least assume it’s frowned upon, but your favorite Skog is in too much bliss to really notice or care!
“Dsh ersh aMAYZHINK, hrr, Roog!?”
Yea, you nod, using Tzah-Tzie to Tzah-Shield yourself from the shower of crumbs and food tumbling out of Volka’s mouth, kinda hard to hold a plate though…
“D’aww, Ant!” Sighs the mischievous musician currently pressed against your chest like a leech, “If ya’ wanna eat you can always put me dow-”
Nuh-uh! No way! You can juggle her and your plate just fi-
Just...
Uh-oh…
>CONTD.
>>6270643UH-OH.
https://youtu.be/ePRZC_OulYc
A small twitch of Tzah-Tzie’s tail is all it takes to send a tickle through your nose–one that the feisty fuzzball notices soon after you do!
That grin… that EVIL grin…!
Stiffening as you feel a sneeze coming on, you manage to send a pleading glance down at the Durher as you start to gasp for breath…
But you find no mercy in her soulless stare…
“Rook! They FRIED cheese! This place is tops-”
You tried… you really did! Yet without your hands to help, holding back the inevitable is a task akin to stopping the sun from rising…
AAAAACHOOOOOO!
Jerking forward, your mouth goes agape and your eyes widen in abject horror as both your plate and your catthing captive fly free from your grasp and into the air! Volka watches the spectacle unfold in slow-motion–her eyes matching yours in size and terror as she watches your food fall!
“NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!”
While the fuzzy felon hits the ground running with a hasty ‘JUSTGONNACHECKITOUTISWEAR’, your meal isn’t nearly as spry… splattering all over the carpet, the mess is swiftly swept up by an army of glow-eyed garbage collectors–their gangly forms and unseen joints clanking like an old windmill as they immediately get to work cleaning up your mess!
“Aw HELLS!” Groans Volka as you try to find a way to cut past the custodians, “You okay, Rook!?”
Yea, you reply with an irritated sigh, but TT’s getting away! We gotta grab her!
“Oh yea! Get TT! Gotcha!” Nods the Skog as she sidles over to one of the servers.
NOW, Volka!
“Right! Right! Sorry!” Shoving her plate over to one of the servers with a curt ‘Hold onta’ this for me, will ya?’
Rushing over to you, she doubles back to the confused caterer with an apologetic grin! “Oh, and couldja’ top me off with those grilled mireshoots, please? I REALLY liked those-”
VOLKA!
“Okay, okay, I’m comin’!”
>Roll me 1d100-3 (+2 Loose Footwork, +2 LIMBOOO, -1 Dark, -4 Crowded Corridor, -2 TT Lead) to CATCH DAT’ CATTHING! Best of 3!
Rolled 86 - 3 (1d100 - 3)
>>6270644Catch that cat before it makes us bankrupt!
Rolled 86 - 3 (1d100 - 3)
>>6270644
>>6270649>>6270673>same rollNiice. Does that count as a crit or something?
Rolled 32 - 3 (1d100 - 3)
>>6270644
>>6270649>>6270673>>6270680>HIGHEST ROLL: 83!CATTHING CAUGHT! Writing~
>>6270675100's are Crit-Successes, 1's are Crit-Fails! Though I guess I can give you SOME sort of reward for the double.... Hm. Maybe Volka saved you some chow!
LOB
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Luckily this ain’t the first time you and Volka ran after something, and it certainly won’t be the last! In a swell display of SYNERGY, you hop backwards rather than towards the swarm of servers on the floor and land in Volka’s outstretched arms! Taking a step backwards, the Skog hucks you over the horde like a football, depositing you safely on the other side!
Knowing all-too-well how speedy Tzah-Tzie can be, you take off like a missile down the corridor after her, deftly darting past a group of traingoers as you go!
Being a train, there’s not many nooks or crannies for the devious Durher to slip into, and as a door slides open ahead of you signalling the shift into a new car, you nearly crash into your quarry AND the person who managed to snag her!
… though person might be a stretch…
”RUnnINg OR CaUsSING A C-C-COmmOtION On Th-THE SKyRAiL Is F-fOrBiddEN.” drones the Teksoul, its voice coming out scratchy like an old-timey radio! ”THiS INfraCTIon W-wi-WILL be LOG-”
“I-Infraction!?” Sputters Tzah-Tzie with faux-awe in her voice as she tries not to look you in the eye, “This must be some kind of mistake… I was just trying to track down the commode, you see, an-”
The Spinner’s newest excuse is cut short when the clanking conductor YANKS TT up to its eye-level: a height that would probably give Volka a run for her money! Do these things just crouch all over the train? A-and where IS that Skog, anyways!?
A familiar flame starts to burn behind your eyes as you see the color drain from Tzah-Tzie’s eyes–whatever this thing is, it’s not something that can be hoodwinked or conned…
“There ya’ are!” Pants Volka as she comes lumbering down the hall with relief in her eyes, “Gave us quite the sli-err…”
You find yourself in a standoff as the Teksoul holds TT aloft like an unruly kitten–and you find yourself clueless as to what to do next! Do you attack? Say something?
Before you can decide, you feel a quick tingle in your teeth and behind your eyes as a red-eyed Chytree appears at the automaton’s side!
“RELEASE.”
Like a spell being broken, the Teksoul places Tzah-Tzie on the ground as gently as can be before giving her befuddled head a reassuring pat!
“E-eeeh?”
>CONTD.
>>6270728“So sorry about that…” Mutters the Chytree with an embarrassed chuckle as he steps in front of his magitek coworker, “Sometimes these things freeze up… Are you alright?”
Tzah-Tzie answers with the usual grace and decorum.
“Alright!? ALRIGHT?!” She snarls, her petite form filled to the brim with what you hope is fake anger, “Is that what counts as due process in Umberal these days!? Picking up Durhers and holding them indefinitely!?”
“N-no, of course not!” Sputters the Chytree as the Teksoul watches from behind like a gargoyle, “Though if you were scampering-”
Tzah-Tzie’s mouth falls agape with practiced incredulity! “‘SCAMPERED?’ What, so Durhers just ‘scamper’ around, I suppose?”
“M-miss-”
Your favorite fuzzball seems to have this guy on the ropes, but this IS Umberal… can you afford to make a scene?
What do?
>Pick her up and take her away!>Join in! You demand compensation!>Ask the mage about the Teksoul!>Let TT work her magic!>Write-In!
>>6270729>Let TT work her magic!>BUT be ready to take her away if she starts attracting too much attentionI swear, at this point we're gonna have to lock ourselves in with her on the carriage.
>>6270734Y'all really oughta' invest in one of these at this point
>>6270729>>Let TT work her magic!
>>6270744Rolling up to the final boss battle in this
>>6270729>Ask the mage about the Teksoul!Tzah-Tzie is a certified QT, but the impulse control issue and need to turn everything into a con is going to get us got. We should salvage the situation, learn a bit more about robots, and then get back to the dining car.
>>6270734>>6270753>DO YOUR THING, TT!>>6270755>ASK THE MAGE!Writing!
>>6270755>Impulse control and con is gonna get us gotPros: Cute
Cons: BAGGAGE
With all the trouble she gets herself into, it’s easy to forget that Tzah-Tzie somehow managed to avoid dying long before you came to Zoral… and knowing her she’ll probably signal for a lifeline when she needs it, so…
… So you let the show go on!
If she notices your hesitation, the Spinner doesn’t show it, though you DO catch a glimpse of a devious twinkle in her eye as she dares to poke the mage with her claw!
“‘Miss’! ‘Miss’, he says!” She scoffs, turning to face you and Volka with an incredulous look on her face! “Does ‘House Minokken’ mean anything to you? Hmm!?”
You weren’t sure if Chytree could express concern, let alone emote, but the conductor’s eyes flicker in abject horror as the name leaves the dramatic Durher’s lips! “M-M-M-[/’i]”
“Mhm! MINOKKEN!” TT snaps, her tail whipping back and forth behind her like a switch! “And I don’t care HOW long I’ve been away from Umberal, as an heiress I will NOT be treated like a misplaced handbag by…” Pausing her statement with an angry snarl, TT sets her ire-filled eyes upon the Teksoul! “... Whatever THIS thing is!”
“A-autonomous assistants, m’lady!” Stammers the mage as he scurries over to the Teksoul’s side! “Th-the perfect marriage of technology and magic-”
“Why not use a damned Magi’bah then?” Counters TT, craning her neck as far back as she can to glare at the automaton! “These things gimme the creeps!”
“S-sorry to hear that…” The Chytree mutters with an uneasy laugh, “T-Teksouls don’t need to be summoned or maintained by the caster… s-so they can keep performing tasks without a mage giving them commands!”
“And long after they’re gone, I’ll wager…” Volka remarks under her breath.
“Y-yes, maybe!”
So uh… what powers them?
The Chytree’s eyes flicker at your sudden question. “... Who are you again?”
LIGHTBRINGER JHAIRO, you answer, and-
https://youtu.be/e9vrfEoc8_g
CUT THAT OUT!
https://youtu.be/gNHooTszyW4
… thanks.
>CONTD.
With all the trouble she gets herself into, it’s easy to forget that Tzah-Tzie somehow managed to avoid dying long before you came to Zoral… and knowing her she’ll probably signal for a lifeline when she needs it, so…
… So you let the show go on!
If she notices your hesitation, the Spinner doesn’t show it, though you DO catch a glimpse of a devious twinkle in her eye as she dares to poke the mage with her claw!
“‘Miss’! ‘Miss’, he says!” She scoffs, turning to face you and Volka with an incredulous look on her face! “Does ‘House Minokken’ mean anything to you? Hmm!?”
You weren’t sure if Chytree could express concern, let alone emote, but the conductor’s eyes flicker in abject horror as the name leaves the dramatic Durher’s lips! “M-M-M-”
“Mhm! MINOKKEN!” TT snaps, her tail whipping back and forth behind her like a switch! “And I don’t care HOW long I’ve been away from Umberal, as an heiress I will NOT be treated like a misplaced handbag by…” Pausing her statement with an angry snarl, TT sets her ire-filled eyes upon the Teksoul! “... Whatever THIS thing is!”
“A-autonomous assistants, m’lady!” Stammers the mage as he scurries over to the Teksoul’s side! “Th-the perfect marriage of technology and magic-”
“Why not use a damned Magi’bah then?” Counters TT, craning her neck as far back as she can to glare at the automaton! “These things gimme the creeps!”
“S-sorry to hear that…” The Chytree mutters with an uneasy laugh, “T-Teksouls don’t need to be summoned or maintained by the caster… s-so they can keep performing tasks without a mage giving them commands!”
“And long after they’re gone, I’ll wager…” Volka remarks under her breath.
“Y-yes, maybe!”
So uh… what powers them?
The Chytree’s eyes flicker at your sudden question. “... Who are you again?”
LIGHTBRINGER JHAIRO, you answer, and-
https://youtu.be/e9vrfEoc8_g
CUT THAT OUT!
https://youtu.be/gNHooTszyW4
… thanks. Praise Mitaar, or something. Light.
>CONTD.
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>>6270830“W-well, Templar,” Sighs the Mage, “I’m not really allowed to share this, but…” He pauses mid-sentence and sends a wary glance at the Teksoul’s ‘face’.
“... Errr, I believe it involves a one-time infusion of magical energy. You’d have to ask someone else about the specifics, I’m afraid...”
Before you can ask anything further, the Teksoul lurches back to life and marches with purpose down the way you came!
“OH! S-sorry again!” Mutters the mage as he rushes off to follow his construct coworker! “Please enjoy the rest of your ride!”
“HEY!” Snarls TT as she tackles the conductor’s leg like a wild dog, “What about my compensation, huh!?”
“Oh, um…” The mage stammers, his big eyes frantically leaping between you and his departing partner, “W-what would smooth things over? Drink coupons? Playing Chips?”
“OhoHOOOO!” Purrs Tzah-Tzie, her eyes lighting up with dizzying amounts of greed, “Well if you’re offering-”
Weird question, you interject, but do they have pet carriers on this train?
You don’t know whose eyes bulge out more: the conductor’s or your favorite fuzzball’s…
TWO MINUTES LATER…
“THIS IS AN OUTRAGE! AN OPEN ATTACK ON THE ARTS! A TRAVESTY TO THE VERY CORE!”
Life isn’t fair, you grumble, trying your damndest to ignore the Durher-sized cage rattling back and forth in Volka’s claw, especially when SOMEONE keeps breaking the rules!
“I got us some good intel thooooough!” Whines the Durher as she stares at you through the bars of the kennel with big, watery eyes! “R-remember!? A-and I got you those DRINK VOUCHERS, didn’t I? Ya’ big meanie!”
“Thanks again for that, T!” Volka chirps!
“My pleasure, Volkie…” She replies with a defeated glower! “C’mooooon, I promise I won’t go to the casino! And I won’t hunt down Lutza eitherrrrr! Honest!”
Crud, you totally forgot about that! Now you DEFINITELY don’t want to release her!
Sensing she’s fighting a losing battle, the Spinner’s eyes darken as the panic in her tone and face give way to something far more sinister…
“Anton, my dear…” She begins, her eyes burning holes through you like a pair of adorable laser guns, “For every minute I remain in here, you will be spending a night ALONE!”
“Ooh!” Volka grins, thumping her tail on the floor behind her, “D-does that mean we can finally do our sleepover, T?”
“It very well may, Volkie…” TT replies as a sinister grin forms on her face, “It very well may…”
DANG! This might be the HARDEST decision you’ll ever have to make in this dumb DARK QUEST of yours! What do!?
>FREE HER!>CONTAIN HER!>WRITE-IN!Also, where to?
>YOUR CABIN!>LEISURE CART!>DINING CART!>SOMEWHERE OUTSIDE!>JUST WANDER!>WRITE-IN!
>>6270831>CONTAIN HER!FREEDOM OR CONTAINMENT FOR TT?
FREEDOM, FREEDOM, SCREAMS THE TT
CONTAINMENT, SCREAMS THE REST OF THE TRAIN (AND RED, he's here too :))
>JUST WANDER!
>>6270831>CONTAIN HER!Alone? Is that so? I guess she doesn't feel like getting scritches or curling up on us anymore, then. Oh well, her loss.
>LEISURE CART!Have fun with your sleepover, we'll ge in over in the casino listening so some music :)
>>6270838Oh shit you might actually have her here, Anon. She loves those ear and tail scritches, that shit is canon
>>6270842If she wants to play with fire, we're giving her fire. Let's see how long she can last without some Anton lovin' before she breaks.
>>6270838Withholding scritches and threatening to hear Lutza's music? Damn anon, that's MEAN
I'll support it.
>>6270847Crud, I didn't even read the 'Listen to Lutza' bit. That's... that's DARK...
TT might actually tear apart the crate at that point
>>6270838I'll support the 'no scritches' teasing but let's not use, like, the Lutza threat.
That's like mixing raw sodium with water. You'll get a fucking explosion of cat wrath.
>>6270853I don't think Lutza is actually singing there, is she? I'm pretty sure she's just a passenger. Hell, we don't even have any evidence she's *actually* here. TT just heard that there's a line for fancy people and started schizoing out about her because she lets her live in her head rent free.
>>6270851>>6270853Exactly, we need to speedrun the obligatory "couple fights and gets mad at each other for a bit before making up" arc so it doesn't happen later.
>>6270837>CONTAIN!>WANDER!>>6270838>>6270847>>6270853>CONTAIN!>LEISURE CART!Oh damn, bros. Writing! I'll assume we'll leave out the Lutza thing, but lord help ya if she appears! Writing!
That’s how she’s gonna play it, huh? Well TT might know a thing or two about, erm… ‘persuading’ you… but you worked retail! You can handle an ultimatum!
That’s fine, you shrug with a cool, confident tone, hell, she and Volka can have as many sleepovers as they want!
“Oh-ho, is that right?” Scoffs Tzah-Tzie as she grins at you from her cage, “Hear that, Volka? As many as we like~”
“A-as many as we… l-like!?” She repeats, trembling like a leaf in a storm, “A-amazing food… sleepovers with my friends… this…”
Oh jeez, she’s crying...
“This is… th-the greatest day… e-ever…” The Skog bawls, each sob shaking TT at her side! “C-can… can Anton come too?”
“No.”
“Oh…” Volka stammers as she quickly regains her smile and momentum, “W-well that’s okay…”
“Yes… yes, it’s VERY okay, isn’t it?” Asks Tzah-Tzie as a delicate, but haughty laugh escapes her lips! “Isn’t it, Anton?”
You meet her saccharine smile with one of your own! Sounds great, you snicker, I mean… she won’t get her pre-bedtime scritches…
The Durher’s smile dips.
And Volka can give her those belly rubs she likes, right? She’s not gonna be too rough?
“Leave ‘em ta’ me, Rook!” Volka grins, puffing out her chest as horror spreads across Tzah-Tzie’s face!
Oh, and those nappy parts in her hair and tail… Volka won’t accidentally tug on anything too hard, right?
“Course I won’t!” The Skog boasts, “Rarely use a comb myself, but Skog hair’s pretty much the same as Durher fuzz, ain’t it?”
“A-Anton…” Stammers the Spinner, the poor girl’s face pressed up against the door to her cage like a kitten in a shelter, “Sweetheart~I… I just had a wonderful idea about how we can make you look REALLY heroic-”
And y’know what, Volka? You’re feeling lucky... what say we hit up the LEISURE CART?
“Hey, alright!” She replies, the Skog grinning from ear-to-ear! “Wow… everything’s turnin’ up Volka today! What’cha think, TT?”
About half an hour of TT bodyslamming her cage later, but once she’s worn herself out you head out to have some FUN!
>CONTD.
>>6270918As is what seems to be the norm in all casinos you’ve visited in Zoral, you hear the Leisure Cart LONG before you arrive! To your great surprise, however, while Gold Town was peppered with drunken belligerents and pushy hawkers, the Leisure Cart is, well… more refined! Jazzy, sure, but cozy!
Upon arriving, you’re immediately met by the dulcet tones of a live band playing at the far end of the room–their notes clear and easy to snap your fingers to over the lively, but dignified revelry of the train’s upper-crust around you!
”CAre FoR A DRinK, SiR ANd MAdAMe?”
Not to be outdone by the dining cart, you’re swiftly accosted by several food and drink-slinging Teksouls–their smooth, cold claws depositing your beverages into your hands gentler than a mother trying not to wake her baby!
“Don’t worry, T!” Chirps Volka as she gives the cage a gentle shake, “I’ll give ya’ a few sips of mine, okay?”
The Durher doesn’t answer–her expression is every bit angry as it is defeated… and boy, does she look defeated! A problem you’ll solve later, you think to yourself as a crowd of casino-goers politely pass you by!
You’re about to check out the casino games when you smell it–an odor you almost forgot about in your brief encounter with luxury…
SPICE. And LOTS of it!
“Ooh, they got JIKKA RACES, Rook! D’awww, they’re so cute!”
It’s hard to focus on Volka’s explanation of each casino game or fun when you might be surrounded by Spicys… but maybe the best way to blend in is to… blend in? What do?
>Check out the live music!>Grab some drinks and finger food!>Why is everyone jumping over there?>You hear a rowdy crowd in the corner… a fight?>Play Jikka Races!>Play Roll-N-Count!>Play Tiny Tussles!>Play Tink-Tink-Tonk!>LEAVE!>Write-In!
>>6270921>Play Tink-Tink-Tonk!I have absolutely no idea what this is but it sounds funny.
>>6270921>Play Tiny Tussles!
>>6270918>a crying catgirloh no, my heart ;_;
>>6270921>Grab some drinks and finger food!>Play Tink-Tink-Tonk!>Let TT guide our bets, but control eh amounts and when we stopCompromise...?
>>6270990>Compromise...?Negative. We can't let her gamble like that. It's like giving a bottle of beer to an alcoholic.
>>6270922>TINK-TINK-TONK!>>6270926>TINY TUSSLES>>6270990>>6271016>TINK-TINK-TONK>GRAB SOME GNOSH>LET TT INTERACT A LITTLEWriting!
>>6270990>A crying catgirlThat's right, you monsters. You sick freaks. This quest is fuckin CANCELLED
>>6271131Guess we're giving beer to an alcoholic then! Choo-choooooooooooooo!
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https://youtu.be/yL2XQFuZpaw
Grabbing a handful of finger food and a random beverage, you have Volka lead you and, by association, TT over to the TINK-TINK-TONK table! The Spicys won’t squint at just another group of people playing games, right? Good timing, too–a Durher couple vacates the table just in time for you to squeeze in, though not before casting concerned glances at your pet carrier’s occupant.
”GrEEtings, SIr AND MadAME,” Crackles a Teksoul croupier upon your approach, ”BEtS aRE OPen: TWo BELls foR ONe TOken CHaNGed HERe AT THe TABle… WOUld you LIKe TO PLay A GAme of chanCe?”
Hmmm, you mutter to yourself as you give your chin a few contemplative taps, how, perchance, DO you play this… TINK-TINK-TONK?
“Oh, that’s EASY!”
It takes you a moment to realize the automaton’s voice didn’t become livelier and more squeaky… glancing down at the pet carrier dangling from Volka’s claw, your stare is met with a pair of bright, enthusiastic eyes… that quickly shift back into a rueful glare!
TT, you sigh, would… Would you care to explain?
The cage rattles as she answers with a spirited ‘harrumph’! “I dunno, Anton… would the BEAST that locked me away like a Veeti-tale princess allow me to share that information?”
“Hah!” Snorts Volka, “She’s talking about you, Rook! The beast, that is!”
Yea, you picked up on that. Look, you sigh, you’re… you’re sorry, okay? But can she really say she doesn’t have, y’know… a problem or two?
“What’s a salad without a few spices and toppings tossed in?” The Durher shrugs innocently! “So what if I like to drop the Took a bit! So what if Jikka Races stir me to the core?”
So what if the mere mention of Lutza-
“LUTZA!” Snarls the Spinner as she jerks upright and smacks her head on the cage ceiling, “O-Owww….”
“C-careful, sweetheart…” Volka mutters with a pitying look on her face! “We really oughta’ get her a bigger cage, Rook…”
Maybe some toys to gnaw on too, yea…
“B-BIGGER ONE!?”
>CONTD.
>>6271329Look, you sigh, reaching through the bars to give her a scritch and earning several bites for your trouble, she can help you bet and give advice, okay? Is that a good compromise?
TT’s tail thumps against the inside of the cage as she weighs her options. “... Fine,” She huffs, “But ya’ gotta listen to me, okay?”
Deal, you nod, so-
“And I expect DOUBLE the belly rubs tonight,” She adds, “But I reserve the right to be mad at you.”
Fair, you shrug, now can she help you out a little?
TT’s ire dissipates like a fart in the wind as she regains her usual plucky demeanor!
“Hoo boy, one of my favorites! Game’s simple: You’re gonna drop a little ball called the TOOK into the RUN… it’ll hit some pegs on the way down: TINKS and TONKS!”
Okay, you nod as your construct croupier watches with approval, so what’s the goal?
“Easy Aardiles! You’re gonna want the TOOK to hit more TONKS on the way down than TINKS! They’re named after the sound they make, by the way!” The Durher sends a conspiratorial wink your way as she starts to TREMBLE with excitement! “Watch out, though–the croupier has a set of wheels and switches to change up the RUN each time. Only rule is they can’t shift anything til’ the next bet, so no memorizing, unfortunately!”
“Wasn’t there another thing too?” Asks Volka, her face scrunched up in thought! “There was another peg…”
“Right you are, Volkie!” Smiles the catthing! “There’s only one on the run, and it’s called the TENK! Hit that and it’s worth FIVE TONKS!”
Huh. Good explanation as far as they go! And hey, she’s not angry anymore!
“Hah! Nah, I’m PLENTY mad!” She giggles, flashing her fangs at you from her cage! “Furious, in fact! I just like games of chance, is all!”
Ah. Well in that case… What do?
I’ll be rolling 11 d2’s. 1’s are Tinks, 2’s are Tonks. If the 11th roll is 2, you hit the TENK!
TT’S TIPS: “Always start low when you go to a new table… feel it out a bit! If you aren’t getting good vibes, don’t throw your bells away~
CURRENT BELLS: 5049!
>Wager 10 Tokens (20 Bells)>Wager 100 Tokens (200 Bells)>Wager 1000 Tokens (2000 Bells)>Wager a CUSTOM AMOUNT!>Nevermind…>Ask another question!>Write-In!
>>6271330>WAGER A CUSTOM AMMOUNTWAGER 111 TOKENS (222 BELLS)
BECAUSE THAT'S A COOL NUMBER
>>6271332I will support this. It *is* a cool number.
Rolled 1, 2, 1, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 1 = 15 (11d2)
>>6271332>>6271333>COOL NUMBER!Here goes... writing up whatever the results are--BIG MONEY, FOLKS!
>>6271365I believe that's a "we lose"
Oh well, we can go play something else.
Sipping your drink like JAKE BONZ, you fish your BELLPURSE out from your pocket. 111 BELLS oughta’ do the trick, you think, and you’re about two seconds away from handing the money over to TT for her to count out when you’re suddenly hit by a freak wave of SANITY!
“No trouble at all, Rook!” Smiles Volka as you pass it off to her instead! Counting out the right number of bells, (you think) the Skog hands them over to the croupier prompting them to get the game in motion! A dull WHIRR emanates from its unseen chest before a plush leather ball about the size of a small plum is deposited in your hand!
”PlEASe DRoP THe TOOK WhEN REAdy!”
Guided by Tzah-Tzie’s frantic recommendations, you find a spot above the ‘RUN’ that should be a good bet! Letting it drop, you bite your lip as you listen for the results…
TINK! TONK! TINK! TINK! TONK! TINK! TONK! TINK! TONK! TINK!
”ThE RUn IS TInK… APoLoGIES, SIr…” Drones the Teksoul, its joints groaning as if to sympathize with your plight!
“Th-that’s okay!” Sputters TT from her cage! “You fed some money into the game… that just means it’s warmed up, Ant! Warmed up for a WIN! Let’s bet MORE!”
You don’t know much about gambling, but TT knows her stuff… maybe she’s right! One more drop!
What do?
NEW BELL COUNT: 4827!
TT'S TIPS: You only lose when you stop playing or run out of bells! It's all part of the process, Ant! And gambling makes you look VERY handsome, by the way! Did I ever tell you that?"
>Play again (NAME YER PRICE! 1 TOKEN = 2 BELLS!)
>Check out the live music!
>Why is everyone jumping over there?
>You hear a rowdy crowd in the corner… a fight?
>Play Jikka Races!
>Play Roll-N-Count!
>Play Tiny Tussles!
>LEAVE!
>Write-In!
>>6271378Could we be told what the other games are? In these sorts of casino minigames, you *always* get rich by doing the blackjac copy, like Pazaak.
>>6271378>Play again (NAME YER PRICE! 1 TOKEN = 2 BELLS!)DOUBLE OR NOTHING. 444 BELLS FOR 222 TOKENS
>>6271386For you, anon... ANYTHING.
>JIKKA RACES: Bet on your favorite Jikka and go for the gold!>Roll-N-Count: Rolling two six-sided dice against a dealer. Can choose to reroll one of your dice and add to the sum. Goal is to get as close to 12 as possible! Anything over is bust!>Tiny Tussles: Cheer on your micro-magi'bah and see who will win in a battle to the death!
>>6271391Yep, we gotta go for roll n count.
>Play Roll-N-Count!
>>6271391OKAY YOU KNOW WHAT
LET'S GO TO ROLL-N-COUNT.
SWAPPING MY VOTE TO
>Play Roll-N-Count!
Rolled 2, 2, 5, 6 = 15 (4d6)
>>6271394>>6271399>ROLL AND COUNT!Alright Questers, I won't bother writing the rules again, but basically you wanna get closer to 12 than the dealer! Here goes... 4d6s. 2 for you, 2 for the dealer. I'll letcha' choose if you'd like to reroll one!
Once the rolls are done you have the following options (unless you hit 12 or the dealer does!)
>Reroll Dice 1!>Reroll Dice 2!>Stay!
>>6271437Anton's Dice: 4!
Dealer's Dice: 11!
Wanna reroll both, or concede?
Also I'm a fucking moron and forgot to ask for bets, so this one's free. Win and I'll just give ya' 100 Bells for being good sports and putting up with my dumbassery
>>6271437>>6271440Well, with an 11, we don't have any choice other than a perfect one, so...
>Reroll Dice 1!
>>6271437Even if we get a 6 we lose, right? or does one of the dealer's dice get rerolled, too?
Fuck it, we ball.
>Reroll Dice 1!
Rolled 3 (1d6)
>>6271443>>6271453>>6271493ROLL DEM BONES, BOYS
>>6271515That's a loss, but we didn't bet anything so no sweat! Care to play again?
TT'S TIPS: "Did you know some Casinos offer credit? I do!"
>Play again (NAME YER PRICE! 1 TOKEN = 2 BELLS!)>Check out the live music!>Why is everyone jumping over there?>You hear a rowdy crowd in the corner… a fight?>Play Jikka Races!>Play Tiny Tussles!>LEAVE!>Write-In!
>>6271517>Play againWe'll bet 227 bells to get it to an even 4600
Yes I am assuming we will lose
>>6271517>Play again (NAME YER PRICE! 1 TOKEN = 2 BELLS!)DOUBLE OR NOTHING. 444 BELLS FOR 222 TOKENS
>>6271521We will lose it and then Volka will have to shove us in the cage with TT
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>>6271523that is a risk we're willing to take.
>>6271520+1, first one was a gimme and now the machine is warmed up. TT wouldn't steer us wrong!
and if she does, which she actually very well might, we at least can say we gave it a fair shake
>>6271526We will fail. Anton doesn't have the NOSE to become a TRUE GAMBLER.
I wonder if this world has its version of MAHJONG.
>>6271517>Project your BAD LUCK AURA onto the dealer!>Play Again - 444 BELLS!!!!!!
>>6271558OH SHIT! Well darn, this'd be a really decent time for that to happen, ey? Tell you what... since it's been ages since that's been brought up (by myself included), once we get the vote untied I'll whip you up something spicy, okay
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>>6271561I remember it so you don't have to!
>>6271562It's a flimsy excuse, but I was kinda trying to tie it into the story... but I have a SLICK IDEA for everyone regarding bad luck. It's just like Undead Unluck, guys! Honest!
>>6271558AIGHT
I'M SUPPORTING THE BAD LUCK AURA.
WE MUST
MAKE THEM
PAY.
If the tie doesn't break soon I'll just use Rando. Anywho, here's my idea, questers:
Anton WAS voted on to have a BAD LUCK AURA in the beginning of the quest. I would argue he's been giving bad luck to a lot of folks since we started, but I also value player choices and agency and like to throw you all 'bones', so to speak. So here's my proposal:
How about I give y'all a daily reroll on a skill check? I'll add this to the next OP Post and remind y'all when I can (not keen on adding it to EVERY roll post, but I can!)
What say you?
>Yes! Let's get that Daily Reroll please!
>No! Let's not!
>>6271569I'm fine with keeping it a narrative tool! It's not like it give Anton good luck anyways - it gives OTHERS bad luck!
>>6271569>Yes! Let's get that Daily Reroll please!I say it should only be usable when bad luck would actually make sense.
So you can't use it to convince someone to do something or to find something specifically but it sounds like it would be synergize very well with his illusionist initiate feat.
Could be something like 'can reroll one dice on a check that uses Illusionist Initiate' or somethin' if you don't want it to be a 'get out of jail free card' reroll.
>>6271569I don't think it should be just a basic reroll whanever we want. It should just effect situations where it makes sense.
>>6271583And by this, I should say, "gambling" is probably a good example of a way it might make sense
>>6271577I think this is a pretty good middle ground, yea. Wouldn't want you dicks to get TOO powerful, now would we?
>>6271517>>6271569>Play again227 bells
Rolled 5, 2, 4, 4 = 15 (4d6)
>>6271520>>6271539>>6271658>227 Bells = 114 Tokens (Rounded Up, Fuck It)>>6271521>>6271558>444 Bells = 222 TokensLooks like the weird bet wins it! You'll get one reroll on both dice if you like, but if you lose this game I'll ask if you dare...
TO USE THE BAD LUCK ROLL! OOOooOOoOoH!
Anywho, first two rolls above are yours, second two are the Dealer's.
GOAL: Keep the sum of your rolls AS CLOSE TO 12 AS POSSIBLE!
TT'S TIPS: "Gimme the dice... GIMME THE DICE! IT'S GOOD LUCK FOR A LADY TO LICK 'EM, ANT, GIMME THE DAMN DICE-"
>Reroll Dice 1>Reroll Dice 2>Reroll Both Dice>Stand
>>6271834Okay, so that's...7 vs 8?
That's actually pretty good, right? So long as we don't get a 6, we can't lose.
>Reroll Dice 2
>>6271834>Reroll Dice 21-2 is a loss, 3 is a tie, 4-6 is a win.
90% of gamblers lose before they win.
Rolled 1 (1d6)
>>6271837>>6271847>>6271894>>6271925>Reroll 2!You're the boss(es)! Here goes.... writing the result!
>>6271934Yep, that sounds about right.
>>6271935Wouldst THOUTH LIKE TO USE...
BAD LUCK BALATRO?
>Y>N
>>6271937>Y95% OF GAMBLERS LOSE BEFORE THEY WIN
>>6271941This'll be your last use of it today.... dare ye dip into the devil's delectables?
>>6271942Sure, sounds good to me.
Rolled 3, 3, 6, 4 = 16 (4d6)
>>6271938>>6271940>>6271950Hmmmm, you mutter as you shake out of your thoughts and back to the present, no, that won't do at all...
"You good, Rook?" Asks Volka, concern plastered across the Skog's face.
Never better, you grin! Put us down for 114 tokens, Garcon...
The Teksoul stares you down with an even blanker expression than usual.
Err, 114 Tokens, pal.
"EXCeLLEnt CHoice, SIr..."
And here comes the flip!
GOAL: Keep the sum of your rolls AS CLOSE TO 12 AS POSSIBLE!
TT'S TIPS: "You only lose when you quit, Ant! You only lose when you quit!"
>Reroll Dice 1>Reroll Dice 2>Reroll Both Dice>Stand
>>6271961>Reroll both diceThere ain't winning with that hand.
>>6271961>Reroll Both DiceLol this is not going good
>>6271969Looks like SOMEone isn't reading TT's Tips...
>>6271961>Reroll Both DiceAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Rolled 1, 4 = 5 (2d6)
>>6271962>>6271969>>6271972>REROLL BOTH!We're comin' back! Writing the result!
>>6271986Well, gambling is definitely not our thing. I think we've wasted enough money.
>>6271986We have lost more dice rolls in gambling than we've failed actual skill checks.
NEW BELL COUNT: 4600!
A sound akin to a rabbit being strangled wriggles out from between your pursed lips as the croupier relieves you of your tokens with a half-hearted apology!
“Whoof… that’s rough, Rook…” Mutters Volka as she gives your shoulder a gentle pat that nearly bowls you over. “Welp, what can ya do, right?”
“Why, play HARDER, of course!”
TT, you groan, not even bothering to send a glance over to the trembling pet carrier, you get it, you really do, but-
“But we’ve sunk some bells into it, Ant!” She sputters, her wide eyes glowing from within her pet prison! “That means we’re due for some payback! That’s how it works–trust me, I know these games like the back of my claw!”
Is that why she’s always acting like she’s one roll away from sleeping in a dumpster?
“Huh?” Blinks the bard, “Hey, it’s more comfortable than the street, but that’s not important right now!” Rattling her cage door like a prisoner, Tzah-Tzie sends an encouraging grin your way! “C’mooooon! The next one’s gonna be a winner! I can feel it! Don’t you trust your Muse? Hmmm?”
Uuuughh…. You’ve spent so much time dinking around on the train you have no clue how close you are to Umberal! At least it’s been relatively peaceful…
What do?
>Play again (NAME YER PRICE! 1 TOKEN = 2 BELLS!)
>Check out the live music!
>Why is everyone jumping over there?
>You hear a rowdy crowd in the corner… a fight?
>Play Jikka Races!
>Play Tiny Tussles!
>LEAVE!
>Write-In!
>>6271991>Play again (NAME YER PRICE! 1 TOKEN = 2 BELLS!)>444 Bells = 222 TokensSHE'S RIGHT YOU KNOW
STATISTICALLY SPEAKING THE DEALER IS DUE FOR A LOW ROLL ANYTIME NOW
>>6271991>Check out the live music!Nah, I've had enough.
>>6271991YOU KNOW WHAT
I'M FEELING FUCKING GLOOBY
A REAL GLOOBSTER.
>PLAY AGAIN (400 TOKENS, 800 BELLS)
>>6271991>Check out the live music!Please...we need the money...we need to save it up remember?
>>6272014...the will to gamble is dying.
Changing vote to "Check out the live music"
>>6271991>Check out the live music!Unless it's Luutza.
>>6272009>>6272075>>6272088>MUSIC!>>6271998>MORE (222 Token Bet!)>>6272014>MOOOOREE (400 Token Bet!)TT Will Remember This.... Writing~
Yea, you’ve lost enough money for one thread, thanks!
“N-no we haven’t!” Stammers TT, rattling her cage as a look of unadulterated DESPAIR forms on her sweat-slaked face! “No! NOOOOOOO!!!!!!”
Wait, since when was she able to sweat?
Leaving the Teksoul Croupier with a quick ‘thanks’, you turn around and immediately bump into a trio of Mzz’goe’virr with eighteen eyes between them that have clearly seen some messed-up stuff!
You’ll never guess what they smell like, either…
“Pardon us, boss.” Grunts the one in the middle as his pals give you and Volka a once-over, “Crowded in here.”
Yea, you reply with a wary nod, no trouble at all… Balling your fists up at your sides, you can’t help but feel a little relieved when the wall of wiseguys opens up to let you pass! Phew…
“G-good luck!” Volka adds, forcing a smile on her face as the Mzz’goe’virr mobsters take your place! “Take all the time ya’ like, boys…”
Exchanging a glance, the two of you waste no time in power-walking FAR away from the casino tables… well, as far as you can in a train car, at least! Thankfully you manage to find shelter in a crowd clustered around the band playing the music that was piped into your cabin earlier… at the very least it might let you blend in a bit!
Or at least calm TT down, the poor thing.
“W-we were gonna…” She sobs with all the decorum of a kid that just lost a Little League Game, “We were gonna… w-w-win….”
“D’aww, don’t cry, sweetheart,” Volka smiles as she lifts the cage up to her eye level, “There’s always next time, yea?”
Yea, you uh… you don’t think there SHOULD be a next time, you murmur, prompting your gal pal to give you what might be the meanest glare she’s ever made!
>CONTD.
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>>6272136The music’s nice, at least. Sweet, stringy notes accompanied by what sounds like a pair of leather drums and a pan flute fill the casino with music you can’t really dance to, but you wouldn’t really call it lounge music either.
Man, Tzah-Tzie’s ears are gonna fly off when you take her back to Earth and play her some FEAST songs. You wonder if they’ll be playing at GHOULFEST this year with all that legal drama they ran into?
… How do you only remember useless trivia? HOW?
Pondering your memories while Volka tries her best to wiggle her hips and dance along to the tunes, you feel someone bump into you from behind…
And someone’s voice wriggle into your mind!
“A friend wants to see you. Alone. Cabin 223. Knock twice. Pause. Then three times. Tell no one.”
Whipping around to face your mysterious bumper, you find yourself staring at…
Nothing. Stupid darkness...
“You good, Rook?” Asks Volka innocently as her ‘dancing’ motivates the people around her to give the Skog some space, “Look like ya’ ate a bad dumpling.”
“It’s the tables, isn’t it?” TT adds, cackling in her cage with a ‘told-ya-so’ smirk! “Great idea! Let’s head back!”
Errr…
>Tell them what just happened!>Make an excuse to leave!>Try to find who just contacted you!>Try to sneakily communicate what happened!>Write-In!
>>6272137>Make an excuse to leave!>But also tell them you should be back soonThe logic is that if we aren't, they would realize something's wrong.
>>6272137>Make an excuse to leave!>Also, TT, if you hear me screaming, it won't be because I won. Trust me.
>>6272140>>6272141>EXCUSE MOI!>BUT DON'T EXCUSE ME FOR TOO LONG, WINK!Sneaky little skulkers! Let's see how you do, hmm?
>Roll me 1d100+2 (+2 Illusionist Initiate, +5 Volka and TT Trust, +2 When's the last time we used the restroom anyways? -4 Wary TT, -3 Being watched...) to get your point across... without giving it away! Best of 3!
>>6272181Oh, and feel free to write-in your excuse... it can only help your chances and make things more INTERACTIVE! OoOOohHh!
Rolled 66 (1d100)
>>6272181"Hey Volka, I think I'll take a look around the train. I trust you two won't spend all the money in the time I'm gone"
The trick is that they know Anton would never trust them with his money for a long period of time.
Rolled 45 + 2 (1d100 + 2)
>>6272181"I'm gonna get some fresh air. Losing that many times in a row fuckin' SUCKED, man, could've used that money to buy something cool..."
Rolled 40 + 2 (1d100 + 2)
>>6272181I'm not creative enough for an excuse.
>>6272182"I have to return some video tapes."
...
Kek, okay, uh... Why not just straight up tell them that someone told us to meet them alone, and we're suspicious but also need to know who on this cockamamie skytrain knows our secret identities and make sure they don't mean us harm?
>>6272224Because they told us to not tell anyone.
>>6272229But we can whisper! But okay, fine, if we're really that worried...
>>6272182>>6272185 +1, I guess.
>>6272185>>6272190>>6272200>HIGHEST ROLL: 68!Will write in the morning--did a lot of cooking and I'm kinda wiped out. Thanks for the patience and your write-ins, folks!
>>6272224>"I have to return some video tapes."+1
Your hand wanders over to your forehead as you answer them both with a weary sigh… what are you about to get yourself into? It’d be so much easier to just tell them what happened, but you’re in Terra La Vida Loco or whatever right now… who knows what’ll happen if you jerk around whoever’s watching you?
I uh, you sputter, engaging in the time-honored tradition of tying your tongue into a knot of Gordian proportions, I have to…. R-return some VIDEO TAPES!
Volka and Tzah-Tzie stare at you like you just pissed out spiders.
“H-huh?”
“What’s a ‘video tapes’?”
You open your mouth to hopelessly backpedal, but a cheeky grin from your favorite fuzzball beats you to the punch!
“Oohhhh, a euphemism, ey?”
Volka blinks in visible confusion. “Euba-wha?”
“A word or phrase substituting another one.” Shrugs the Spinner from her cage. “Usually to make it less embarrassing or awkward. Which,” She adds with renewed sugar in her smile, “Is pretty much impossible for Anton here, but that’s what makes him so dang endearing, doesn’t it?”
“Y-yea! Totally!” Laughs Volka, her expression still laced with confusion! “S-so what is he um… euphemising anyways?”
“Ain’t it obvious?” Mutters the musician with a hint of sympathy on her face! “Ant’s gotta’ use the privy, Volkie.”
Both you and the Amazon straighten up like bamboo shoots–the latter’s eyes widening bigger than Morook’s!
“That… that makes sense!” She exclaims! “You haven’t mentioned that since you got here, Rook! You must be dying!”
Oh, well uh-
“Go! GOGOGO!” She sputters, pushing you away from them both with her tail! “And here I was thinking humans didn’t, well… DO that stuff!”
“I was getting worried too…” Adds TT. “Seemed a little weird to me for a number of reasons…”
Well you got your big break, but who knows what awaits you? Making a show of sheepishly shuffling away, you turn back to your pals and tell them that if you’re not back in a bit, then-
“Eeewwww! Gross, Rook!” Giggles Volka as she waves you away! “C’mooon!”
“We’re not gonna check on you, you big baby!” Adds TT with a snicker of her own! “Just hurry up, okay?”
Just… you shouldn’t take long, you whine, now convinced you’re gonna die because your friends want to respect your privacy! Pl-please…
Your pleas only fuel the girl’s laughter. Hanging your head in resignation, you head off in the direction of what you assume is the room you were summoned to. 223, right?
To your relief, it isn’t that far away! If you had to be paranoid, however, you’d say things are pretty quiet when you arrive… almost TOO quiet, in fact! Brushing your palm against the cabin door, a frown falls onto your face as you try and fail to hear anything within…
MAN, this is stupid…
>CONTD.
>>6272481Knock twice… pause… then three more, right?
What do?
>Follow instructions!>Pretend to be someone else! Staff, maybe!>Screw it, grab TT and Volka!>Wait around and see if you can glean any more info!>Write-In!
>>6272483>Follow instructions!
>>6272484>FOLLOW!I figured this would be the choice! Writing!
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No sense putting it off–you’re stuck on a train with someone who was able to beam instructions into your mind without being noticed by anyone… either the train’s full of morons or your new pal is good!
Though now that you think about it, those aren’t exactly mutually-exclusive… Steadying yourself with a deep breath, you rap your knuckles on the door twice… then pause.
If anyone’s on the other side of the door, they’re being awfully quiet… unless these things are soundproof!
Oops, right… three more knoc-
Your hand barely touches the door’s surface a third time before you feel that same uncanny feeling you felt when being teleported to your cabin–like being yanked out of your body by a magical lasso!
Rematerializing in the confines of a plush chair, you spring into action almost immediately!
DON’TKILLMEDON’TKILLMEDON’TKILLMEDON’TKILLM-
“Calm yourself,” purrs a deep, velvety voice as you remain curled up like a shrimp, “And compose yourself, please… my client merely wishes to speak with you.”
Wiping the thin layer of tears away from your eyes, you peek out from behind your fingers to find a pair of very green and very unimpressed eyes staring down at you impatiently. When it’s finally clear your life isn’t in danger, your brain finally catches up. Client?
“Mhm! That’s me!”
Your ears perk up as you turn to face the owner of the voice sitting across from you… it’s familiar, but…
That’s when it hits you. Lavender eyes. A flowery aroma. And a smile that could sink an armada… you’re, you mutter, L-
Before the name can leave your lips, you’re roughly RIPPED out of your seat by three burly claws!
“Ey! Show some respect to da’ lady!”
“Ey! Whod’ya think yer’ talkin’ to!?”
“Ey! Don’t even think of tryin’ no funny stuff!”
Glancing upwards, you find that the three claws are attached to three pairs of eyes… big, yellow, and bordered by neatly-polished tusks…
Skogs!
“Put him down, boys~” Commands the aforementioned client in a voice softer than a sponge cake! “He’s my guest, not a security risk!”
“My apologies, Miss Lutza!”
“My apologies, Miss Lutza!”
“My bad, Miss Lutza!”
Releasing their hold on your robe, the Skogs take positions flanking their mysterious mistress–the sultry Spinner watching you with wide, almost awe-struck eyes!
“It’s really you, isn’t it?” She gushes as she leans closer, prompting her security detail to tense up! “The guy from the Casino! Anton Peas!”
Errr, you stammer, running your hand through your shaggy hair as a nervous laugh leaves your lips, e-exsqueeze me? Now it’s her turn to laugh!
>CONTD.
>>6272611“C’mon, I’m a Spinner!” She giggles in a chiding tone! “I don’t forget faces… especially not yours! You were swashbuckling all over the place that day! Like The Ballad of Light-Foot Tessere! Surely you’ve heard that one?”
You’re uh… not really up to speed on Spinnings, you shrug, still tense from the abduction. Why are you here, again?
“Ey! That’s no way ta’ address Miss Lutza!”
“Ey! She’s got a real good reason for it, bub!”
“Ey! She’s gettin’ to it, punk!”
“Boys,” Sighs the Spinner, her tail smacking against her seat, “Breathe, will ya?”
Cowed by the command, the Skogs set their sights on the floor in perfect, sheepish unison!
“Oh! Where are my manners?!” Lutza blinks, as if genuinely scandalized by her own behavior! “These three are Tiiro, Tiino, and Jopp, also known as The Tiito Triplets… my security detail.”
The Skogs give you a rehearsed bow.
“And this is my manager, Joplin.” The Durher adds as she glances over to the green-eyed Gnok with a loving grin! “Oh, what would I do without him…?”
“You humble me, Miss Lutza.” He swiftly replies before turning his hawk-like gaze on you, “My apologies for the peculiar circumstances leading up to this meeting, Mr. Peas, but in truth every precaution was needed to make this meeting possible. You see…”
He pauses, stealing a sidelong glance at his client, “Miss Lutza is in grave danger, and we humbly request your assistance in the matter.”
Grave how, exactly, you ask, sitting up in your chair! Like… death stuff?
“Precisely that.” Nods the manager as the security Skogs let their heads droop in grim reverence! “We have reason to believe that someone on this train intends to harm Miss Lutza… or worse.”
You know someone who might fit the bill, but something tells you they aren’t talking about Tzah-Tzie. Okay, you frown, but why choose me?
The question seeks to irk Joplin, but not enough for him to fully show it. “Indeed. My magical skills are considerable as you’ve already witnessed, and the Tiito Triplets are second-to-none in the realm of combat, but-”
“But whoever’s stalking me isn’t dumb…” Whines Lutza as she cradles her face in between her claws! “They know to keep their distance, especially when Joplin is hanging back… but you!” Her eyes light up as the last word leaves her lips! “They don’t know you! You could get the drop on ‘em!”
Sure, you smile weakly, but still… Why you? Why not some other schmuck? Lutza closes her amethyst eyes as a thoughtful expression forms on her face.
“... I have good intuition when it comes to good-hearted people,” She mutters, earning a trio of nods from her security detail, “I’m never wrong!”
>CONTD.
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>>6272612“She expressly asked for you, Mr. Peas,” Adds Joplin, “And while contractual obligations keep my client from speaking more candidly, you may rest assured we don’t hold any grudges for what happened in the Casino.” He explains with glimmering eyes. “In fact, we greatly approve of your work.”
“I know it’s a lot to ask,” Lutza adds with a pleading look in her eyes, “But I don’t know who else I can turn to! I thought taking the train would scare ‘em off, but they’re still here… I know it! Please, Anton…”
It’s a lot to take in, especially from your gal pal’s arch-nemesis… but she sounds earnest enough, and having a famous Spinner in your pocket is never a bad thing, right?
What do?
>Any idea who’s following her?>Why not get the conductors involved?>Doesn’t she have the Cartel backing her up?>Do they have a plan in mind?>Seriously though: why me?>You wanna talk about someone named Tzah-Tzie first…>Can I bring my pals?>Let’s talk rewards.>Write-In!
>>6272613Oh lol totally forgot
>Sorry, I can't help ya!
>>6272613>Why not get the conductors involved?>Doesn’t she have the Cartel backing her up?
>>6272613>What do you know about whoever is following you? Any motives or specific groups?>Also, assuming I didn't tell them about your identity, could I get my travelling buddies to help me?Well, Y'see, my logic is, TT probably doesn't want her to die to someone else, because if she did, then she'd never have 'beat' her, right? At least, that's the excuse i'm hoping will keep us out of the doghouse when TT finds out.
>>6272618+1, makes sense.
>>6272617>Why no conductors?>Cartel?>>6272618>>6272630>Any leads?>Can I bring friends if I don't use your naaaameWriting! You can ask follow-up questions later, but right now this just makes it a bit easier for me! Ha ha ha!
Let’s start with the basics before you agree to anything, you begin, crossing your arms as Lutza’s eyes light up with relief and glee! Gleelief! What do they know about whoever’s following her? Who would have a motive?
“See, Joplin? I TOLD you he was one of the good ones!” Croons the crooner with a haughty giggle!
You haven’t agreed to anything yet, you reply, adjusting your hat to a far more NOIRY angle! You just want the facts!
“Miss Lutza has a fair share of detractors, it’s true…” Joplin sighs with a shake of his head. “Rival musicians, slavers, merchandise bootleggers… we pay The Triplets good bells for a reason.”
“Sometimes fans get a little… clingy...” Mutters Lutza with a crooked smile, “Most of them are harmless, but this one…”
“We have reason to believe they aren’t just another fan,” The manager concludes as his frown deepens. “First: they haven’t made an attempt to contact Miss Lutza.” He steals a concerned glance at the starlet. “Most of her more… passionate... fans have done so in the past.”
“Ain’t nuffin’ right about it, treatin’ Miss Lutza like that!”
“Spoils da’ fun fer’ everyone!”
“Too right! She jus’ wants ta’ make people smile!”
“Notes attached to rocks thrown on stage or through my window… messages carved into my door at the inn…” The Spinner sighs as she counts them off on her fingers, “Some of ‘em just run up and try to hug me! But whoever this is doesn’t want to make contact… and that’s what scares me the most.”
“There’s one thing I know for certain:” Joplin adds in a hushed tone, “Whoever they are, they know their way around magic.”
Pardon your skepticism, you retort, but how does he know that, exactly?
“This isn’t your ordinary train,” The Gnok shrugs, his forest-green eyes sweeping around the booth you’re currently occupying, “Even without these new ‘Teksoul’ contraptions, every car is bathed in multiple top-level enchantments maintained by the conductors… Anti-scrying, noise-dampening, odor-subduing…” His frown deepens. “Not to mention the regular Spice Guild attendance… they take care of their investments.”
He and his client share a knowing glance. Spice Guild. Right, that’s what they like to call themselves, don’t they? So, you huff as you mull over the details in your noggin, whoever’s stalking Lutza would have to be pretty skilled, huh?
“‘Pretty Skilled’ is an understatement.” Mutters the manager! “This train is functionally undetectable when in motion, and the conductors are constantly sweeping for intruders and stowaways. Any and all unusual activities are logged.”
So that’s why he was so cagey about contacting you, huh? The Gnok nods.
>CONTD.
lutzasad
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>>6272681“Any spell, however innocuous, can land a commuter in a cell for the remainder of the trip. Our stalker isn’t just ‘Pretty Skilled’, they’re cautious as well.”
So they’re a mage, you groan. Seems like a whole lotta’ hassle for just one sorcerer, doesn’t it?
The Gnok answers with a sardonic laugh. “Indeed… which is why we’d like to know who’s backing them.”
“There WAS that one businessman that approached me last time I performed in Umberal…” Muses Lutze, her tail thumping harder against the chair, “HOLIS MARSHE? He was pushy, but he wasn’t, well…”
Pushy?
“Yea…”
You’re just spitballing here, you begin in a diplomatic tone, but has she considered… the Spicys?
“Not exactly…” The musician replies with a sad smile. “I already have an… agreement… with them…”
“A contract she signed long before I was in the picture…” Joplin frowns. “Magical, no less. My misgivings aside, the contract ensures no one from The Guild can harm Miss Lutza… directly or otherwise.”
“Rolo wouldn’t let that happen even without the magic.”
Your head tilts to the side. They can’t wiggle around that?
“A magical contract is airtight,” The manager answers with a grim laugh, “As are the penalties if it’s violated. One of the main appeals, actually.”
Right, you nod with a frown, so no Spicys and no small-time chumps. Meaning whoever’s doing this has an agenda and a group to back them up.
“I didn’t say that…” Lutza squeaks as she shifts around uncomfortably in her chair! “It MIGHT be a Guild member going rogue… it might even be a really, really persistent fan, too…”
“Plans have a habit of changing,” Joplin shrugs again, “But you need only concern yourself with learning more about the stalker’s identity. We will handle the rest once you ascertain who they are.”
Easy for him to say, you scoff! What if this mage catches wind of you tailing him, huh? What if he turns you into salt, or something?
“Unlikely, but…” The air seems to wrap around you as a series of hushed mutterings leave Joplin’s lips at a rapid-fire rate! “There,” he sighs as an uncanny glow fades from his eyes, “You’ll be partially-shielded from nastier spells for the next few hours.”
Partially?
“Were we not on the Skyrail I could do more,” Grumbles the mage, “But this should keep you safe during your investigation.”
>CONTD.
tripssad
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>>6272683YYyea, about that, you mumble, giving your back a good scratch, you uh… he knows you came with pals, right?
“Indeed.” The Gnok nods, “Forgive the cloak and dagger, but I didn’t want their reactions to jeopardize the investigation. I see minimal harm in having them assist your search.”
Okay, you reply, noting how none of Lutza’s entourage make an attempt to talk about TT, can we uh… can we try to keep Lutza separate from your pals? They’re uh… you pause, feeling a lump well up in your throat, passionate fans…
“I’d prefer it, actually.” Says Joplin as he steals a glance at his client. “The less attention drawn to Miss Lutza’s presence the better, as far as I’m concerned.”
“But they’re more than welcome to come to my concert when we get to Umberal! Backstage passes for everyone!” Smiles the Spinner before a sad thought sends her smile into a slump. “... assuming it still happens, that is…”
The ordinarily-silent Triplets rush to the musician’s side like a pack of tusked nurses!
“Don’t go sayin’ things like dat’, Miss Lutza!”
“Yer’ fans NEED ya’ ta’ perform, Miss Lutza!”
“Sure as da’ sun rises, Miss Lutza!”
“You guyyyss...” The Spinner sniffs as her security detail escorts her tears off the premises with gentle claws, “What would I do without you all? You’re too sweet…”
As Lutza’s security Skogs join in on the sobfest, you turn your attention back over to Joplin: a man who probably couldn’t cry even if he wanted to.
“... Any other details I can illuminate for you?”
Are there?
>Why not get the conductors involved?>Doesn’t she have the Cartel backing her up?>Do they have a plan in mind?>Seriously though: why me?>You wanna talk about someone named Tzah-Tzie first…>Let’s talk rewards...>Write-In!
>>6272685>I'll do it, if there's a reward.Obviously. This is still dangerous business.
>>6272685>I'll do it, if there's a reward.
>>6272692>>6272734>>6272749>I'll do it... FOR A PRICE!OoOOH, start thinkin' of that price, Dark Dorks! I'll write the update tomorrow morning--been feeling out of it today. I blame the heat. Stay hydrated!
>>6272752We can get TT's input on it. Something short of death that will settle her grudge, maybe.
>>6272752Oh and feel better soon, QM! Thanks for running.
tegaki
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Yea, you nod, running a hand through your shaggy hair as a swarthy grin hops onto your face, REWARDS. Let’s hear ‘em!
Um…. please.
“REWARD!?”
“AIN’T HELPIN’ OUT MISS LUTZA REWARD ENOUGH!?”
“UNGRATEFUL BASTARD!”
“Now now, boys~” Purrs Lutza, the three words instantly soothing the security detail, “Joplin?”
“Yes, well…” Clearing his throat, the manager adjusts the collar of whatever it is he’s wearing before continuing. “Given the suddenness of the request and the dire situation we find ourselves in, coupled with your status as an independent contractor operating under duress and threat of expulsion from the city of Umberal or worse… we are prepared to offer you a reward attuned to the sum of 3000 BELLS.”
Th-th-3000 BELLS!?
“Quite.” Nods the Gnok, “To be disbursed upon relaying reliable information on who or what entity is currently stalking my client.” He cocks his head to the side. “Do we have a deal?”
Well, you huff, that’s pretty generous and all, but-
Before you can finish, you feel something small, fuzzy, and… remarkably ‘gifted’ in the torso region tackle you into your chair–the Trio surrounding you LONG before she makes impact!
“Oh, THANK YOU, Anton!” Sobs the Spinner as she presses her cheek against your chest! “And on top of Joplin’s stuffy old reward, I’ll totally owe you a favor!” Pulling back to stare you down with her amethyst eyes, a sheepish smile forms on the Durher’s face.
“Anything you want, okay? Anything!”
“N-now now, Miss Lutza…” Sputters her manager as he watches helplessly as their bargaining power flies out the window, “There’s… we shouldn’t-”
“We SHOULD, actually!” She snaps with unusual venom! “Anton here could be risking his life for me!”
Yea!
“He could be bleeding out within the hour!”
Y-yea!
“Or worse: a miserable plaything for a mad mage!”
E-erm…
“SO!” She chirps as she gives your nose a gentle tweak with her finely-manicured claw, “What would my HERO like as a reward, hmmm?”
Well?
>You’ll think about it!
>You want her to talk to you about Tzah-Tzie…
>Lifetime passes to all of her performances!
>Can she, like, sign something for you?
>She can get into Spice Cartel places… right?
>Rolo… you want intel!
>What does she know about a guy named Vhale?
>Archmage Trier… you want to know about him!
>Write-In!
>>6272969Oh also
>I WANT MORE MONEY
>>6272969>You’ll think about it!Let's wait until after we figure this out to think. We trust her word, of course.
>>6272969>You’ll think about it!TT is going to fucking kill us, isn't she.
>>6273090We can convince her, trust.
Luckily, the rooms are apparently magically soundproofed, so we can talk with her as loud as we want as long as it's in our room.
>>6272977>>6273090>LEMME THINK!Writing! Might take a while--going out in a little bit. Excuse the delay!
>>6272969>You want her to talk to you about Tzah-Tzie…>>6273099That would have been my vote, anyway.
Tell ya what, you mutter as you gently extricate yourself from Lutza, you’ll, uh… you’ll get back to her on that, okay?
The girl answers with a grin and a glimmer in her eye! “Oho, a favor, hmmm? Such a shrewd negotiator~”
Y-you’re a man of many talents, you laugh, praying to whoever’s listening that you don’t smell too much like the Spinner when you regroup with your pals!
“That settles that then!” Lutza chirps as her security Skogs deposit her back into her chair! “Joplin, walk him through the plan, would you?”
“Of course, Miss.” The Gnok nods respectfully. “The aim is to keep things simple: Miss Lutza shall proceed to the LEISURE CART escorted by security.”
“Easier done’n said!”
“Leave da’ worryin’ ta’ us!”
“Ain’t no one gettin’ past me!”
“Once there,” Joplin continues in a businesslike tone, “She shall begin an impromptu performance. I shall endeavor to make my presence known near the stage–with luck the stalker will assume I’m too preoccupied to be on the lookout.”
“Oof… talk about stage fright…” The starlet stammers as an uneasy giggle leaves her pursed lips!
“You’ll do fine, dear.” Clearing his throat, the manager turns his hawklike eyes over to you. “You’re probably wondering how you’ll be able to identify our man.”
Yea, you nod, you didn’t really consider it until now-
“Once her song is finished, Miss Lutza shall rush offstage sobbing.” A wry grin thaws Joplin’s stony expression. “Swiftly enough, in fact, that the daring Triplets will be unable to follow her.”
The Skogs exchange a knowing chuckle.
“That shall be your moment, Anton.” Explains the Gnok as he gives his claws a decisive clap! “Miss Lutza shall make a break for the back of the train for some fresh air. With luck it’ll be as simple as determining who rushes after her.”
“Don’t worry–I’ll try not to run too fast!” Lutza adds with a wink! “Just promise me you’ll keep up, okay, Anton?”
“The Triplets and I shall trail after you at a distance.” Joplin concludes. “Best case scenario, we’ll have the Conductors ready to apprehend the culprit long before anything goes amiss.”
A-and the worst case?
Joplin’s frown deepens. “... Then we shall join you in subduing the stalker.”
Super… this’ll be fun to explain to your friends…
“Any other questions? Time is of the essence.”
Well…
>Let’s DO this!
>You wanna talk about someone named Tzah-Tzie first…
>I actually wanna back out…
>Let’s alter the plan a bit…
>Can you wait while you explain this to your pals?
>You wanna talk about something else… (Umberal? Vhale? Trier? Rolo?)
>Write-In!
>>6273127>You wanna talk about someone named Tzah-Tzie first…It's only fair.
>>6273127>Can you wait while you explain this to your pals?We gotta explain the situation to them first.
>>6273129Does she even know who the hell TT is?
>>6273131No but since she's like the one person we know who wants to fucking skin her alive any time she smells a WHIFF of Lutza...
I dunno? Just think it's relevant given how we have ties to someone who fucking hates her?
>>6273136Okay, so how about this. We say that we need to talk to our pals because one of them, TT, might freak out at her sight.
>>6273139Yeah, sure, we can do a compromise like that. I support that.
>>6273139+1
>>6273127Might also help to know more about Lutza's side of things on that, and if she'd be willing to mend the divide. Just saying...
>Can you wait while you explain this to your pals?>Including someone named Tzah-Tzie…
>>6273139>>6273143>>6273157>Gotta talk to pals because one might get ANGYWill write tomorrow morning! WATCH OUT
>>6273202Looking forward to it, QM. Thanks for running!
You’re happy to help, you begin as a weary smile slips onto your face, but there uh… there might be someone who won’t be…
Joplin and Lutza exchange a concerned glance. “And who, pray tell, would that be, Mr. Peas?”
Well, you sigh as you struggle to find the best way to put it, do they know who you’re traveling with? Surely Joplin noticed.
“I am aware, yes,” He nods stoically. God, what a PRO! “A Skog and a Durher-”
Yea, the second one’s the issue, you interject with a nervous chuckle! See, her name’s ‘Tzah-Tzie’.
You probably give Lutza and her staff a whole minute to stare awkwardly at you before you realize they aren’t gonna follow up. Erm, you continue, she’s a Durher Spinner too? Holds a bit of a grudge?
You’re not sure which stumbled-over word did it, but one of them causes Lutza’s lavender eyes to pop out in recognition! “Oh… OH! Joplin, he’s talking about BAAELIS!”
Great, another name for the bucket. Baaelis? Joplin’s steely gaze hops from you to his employer. “Miss?”
“It’s okay, I can explain…” Sighs the Spinner as her tail gives her seat a resigned smack. “So she’s going by a new title these days, huh?”
Y-yea, you nod, trying and probably failing to play along, and she’s not a Lutza fan, let me tell you…
Well, VOLKA is, but-
“Musta’ been a year ago…” Muses the musician as she wistfully gazes at the ceiling, “I was still fresh on the Spinner scene… still popular, mind, but not as popular, you know?”
Sure, you nod, barely concealing your unfamiliarity with popularity, totally…
“I had just finished playing a set in MIRAL at the CHIPPED TUSK TAVERN when I heard them:” The Spinner pauses as a warm smile sneaks onto her face! “Notes from a Striilii… clearer than crystal!”
You blink. She… started playing?
“It was divine...” Lutza nods, her smile full of whimsy as she relives the memory in her head! “And I just stood there stupified! I had been challenged a few times before, but-”
Wait a sec… ‘challenged?’
“A common occurrence in the Spinner world,” Shrugs Joplin. “A ‘stunt’ performed by lesser-known Spinners to gain renown.” His perpetual frown deepens. “Imprudent, but not prohibited. This was long before I represented Miss Lutza, mind. Such frivolities wouldn’t happen under my watch.”
“Aww, but she was so cute though!” Chirps the Durher as she kicks her feet against her chair!
So, you continue, what did she do about it?
“What else? I accompanied her, of course! Once a melody gets going, well… I can’t help but sing along!”
Hoo boy, you sigh, you know how this ends…
“And, well… that just made her play more…” Continues Lutza, her smile dipping into sheepish territory! “And so did I… and eventually she sug-”
>Roll me 1d100 for reasons! Best of 3!
Rolled 37 (1d100)
>>6273443Sugwhat now?
Rolled 57 (1d100)
>>6273443Maybe once this is over we'll finally get Lutza to stop living on TT's head. Or at least start charging her some rent!
Cam on, just one more roll, I got a success already.
Rolled 91 (1d100)
>>6273443
>>6273444>>6273446>>6273452>HIGHEST ROLL: 91!Writinggggg
“QUIET!”
Joplin’s interjection nearly sends you tumbling out of your chair! By the time you regain your bearings, the Gnok’s face is chiseled in the image of complete and utter concentration! Opening your mouth to ask what’s happening, you abandon the endeavor when Lutza shoots you a stern, yet still warm glance!
Frozen in silent confusion, you only dare to breathe once the manager relaxes his posture to its usual tenseness!
“... I’ve got them.” He mutters with a triumphant half-smirk! “It was only for a moment, but I was able to get something…”
“W-well don’t leave us in suspense, Jo!” Pouts Lutza as her security Skogs rush over to the cabin door! “What’ja get!?”
“To begin, they were just outside of this cabin-”
“AFFER’ EM’!”
“THEY AIN’T GONNA GO FAR!”
“LEMME AT ‘EM!”
“STOP.” Snarls the Gnok, freezing the Skogs in place, “Pursuing them now will give the game away… and allow them to pick their battlefield.”
Lutza frowns. “They… didn’t sense you sensing them?” Her question earns another smirk from her manager.
“You don’t employ a fool, my dear. I was very cautious.” Turning his stony gaze onto you, Joplin continues to relay what he unearthed: “They’re a Mzz’goe’virr–I’d recognize a lumbering gait like that anywhere. Nonetheless, they’re known to be adept assassins and mages…”
“Some of my kindest fans are Mzz’goe’virrs though!” Lutza chirps with a fond smile! “This one guy gave me a doll he weaved… the proportions were way off, but-”
Mzz’goe’virr, you mutter, got it… but what was she saying about Tzah-Tzie?
“Oh,” Blinks the balladeer, “Well, um…” Reaching over the side of her seat, Lutza picks something up off the ground and lets it rest in her lap before giving it a few strums.
You don’t know what angels sound like, but you’re pretty sure the notes that come out of the instrument come close…
“Beautiful, huh?” Lutza sighs as sadness creeps into her eyes, “This… was hers-”
“I hate to rush you both,” Joplin rushes, “But time is of the essence here. If we lose this Mage, they’ll be practically untraceable in Umberal.”
Nodding hastily, the Spinner sends an apologetic smile your way! “Let’s finish this when you’re done, okay?”
Hold on a sec, you frown, why doesn’t she just talk to TT with you? Let’s just nip this in the b-
“It’s… better that I don’t…” Lutza mutters as her gaze falls to the carpet. “But it’s for a good reason, Anton–I promise.”
>CONTD.
>>6273463Ushering you to the door, Joplin leaves you with a long, hard stare.
“Find a position where you can monitor the whole Leisure Cart.” He commands in a stern voice! “I shouldn’t have to remind you that Miss Lutza’s life is in your hands, Mr. Peas.”
D’oh, maaaan! Don’t say that, dude…
“Her life is in your hands, ‘Dude’.” He repeats even sterner than before! “Good hunting.”
“Go gettem’, bud!”
“Mage ain’t gonna know what hittem!”
“Drinks’re on us if ya’ live, squirt!”
The pep-talk from the Triplets doesn’t encourage you much, nor does the trio of bone-crunching back-pats you get on the way out of the cabin! The corridor is silent as the grave as you depart, but you can’t help but shake a feeling akin to having a dagger dangling over your head… that or a really big anvil!
Making your way back towards the Leisure Cart, you sigh in relief when you spot a familiar pair of cheerful yellow eyes and a lack of tusks beneath them… but freeze up in abject TERROR when you spot another pair darting towards you like a lime-tinted MISSILE!
A-AND THEY LOOK PISSED!
https://youtu.be/pExZ6b3rN0M
T… TZAH-TZIE!
>ROLL 1d100-2 (+2 Loose Footwork, +2 LIMBOOO, -5 PISSED-OFF CATTHING! -1 Dark) to catch her! Best of 3!
Rolled 91 - 2 (1d100 - 2)
>>6273464Ah fuck, Volka let her out of the cage.
Rolled 71 (1d100)
>>6273464TT probably wants that instrument of hers back, huh
Rolled 69 - 2 (1d100 - 2)
>>6273464
>>6273504>69In public? TT, you pervert.
>>6273465>>6273468>>6273504>HIGHEST ROLL: 89!Writingggggg
>>6273465>Volka let her outListen, if she doesn't get let out for a walk now and then she's gonna get the zoomies
>>6273505Hopefully she's a bit more classy than that...
>>6273521>Hopefully she's a bit more classy than that...A bit. Not much, but a bit.
You’ve dodged some wild stuff in your time, but if you’re certain of one thing right now, it’s this:
You’re not LIMBOOOing outta this one!
Squaring your stance like Volka showed you, you brace for fuzzy impact as the Anton-Seeking Artillery darts between the legs of other Leisure Cart-goers before making a beeline for your very scratchable face! N-not your MONEYMAKER!
Calling upon what little experience you can recall from your extremely brief Little League career, you thrust your hands out in front of you and crane your neck backwards just as the angry artiste slams into you like a musical medicine ball!
The Spinner smacks into you with much more ‘oomph’ than you expected–she’s pretty light aside from her lower half, but the Bard Bomb still manages to send you skidding across the carpet!
B-babe, you begin, you-
“LOCKING ME IN A PET CAGE, ANT!?” She snarls as she assaults with a flurry of blows from her claws, feet, and tail! “A PET CAGE!?!?!”
Sh-she has to agree–ngh–that on some levelOOF! that was–QUIT KICKING–the best idea-
“I GOT A FEW ‘BEST IDEAS’ FOR WHAT I’M GONNA DO TO YOU, YA’ BIG LUMP!”
Hey uh… speaking of, you cough while trying to keep the pissed-off performer from clawing out your eyes, WHY is she out of the cage, Volka?
“She kept whinin’, Rook!” Pouts the Skog, the girl too embarrassed to meet your soon-to-be-rended eyes! “A-and she kept pawin’ at the door! I thought she had ta’ go to the bathroom!”
WE TOOK HER OUTSIDE TO TRY BEFORE SHE WENT IN THE CAGE, you groan! Part of you wants to continue berating Volka, but the part that isn’t getting diced like an onion also realizes you’re still in the Leisure Cart… and people are DEFINITELY staring!
LOOK, you interject as you manage to grab TT by the wrists, you made a dumb decision, okay? You just… you were just trying to help her… with herself.
And just like that, the assault ends. Dangling by her wrists like some kind of internet cat meme, the fury in Tzah-Tzie’s eyes gives way to remorse…
“... You’re right…” She mutters under her breath, “I… I totally lost control, didn’t I?” Peering up at you with apologies in her eyes, the Spinner hangs her head as her actions in the last few posts finally catch up with her!
“I’m such an ass, aren’t I? Making you guys chase me around on a train…” A rueful laugh leaves her lips as she shakes her head in shame. “Totally outta’ control... Maybe I do belong in a pet cage…”
Listen, you reply, cupping her chin and lifting it so her gaze meets yours, she’s not an ass, okay? Nobody’s perfect! Well, she might come close, but-
“Shut uuuup...” TT giggles as she playfully bats at your cheek, “We’re in public, ya’ big goof…”
>CONTD.
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>>6273542“D’awww~” Purrs Volka as she saunters over with a trio of fresh drinks in her claws, “It’s so cute how you guys are able to work things out~”
“Welp, it’s easy to get mad!” TT laughs as your onlookers slowly begin to look on elsewhere, “But to forgive?” She adds with a wry grin and a twinkle in her eye, “That takes skil-”
An icy finger runs down your spine as the Durher freezes mid-sentence like someone hit ‘PAUSE’ on a TV Remote! Errr, TT? Hello?
No dice. A few gentle shakes, a poke on the cheek, ear scritches, a sneaky pinch on her hindquarters… nothing seems to rouse the girl from her sudden stupor.
“Y-you alright, TT?” Stammers Volka with concern spreading across her face and voice!
It’s only after you meet the Durher’s gaze again that you notice something is very, VERY wrong… her pinprick pupils locking you into place with a look of pure, undiluted MALICE.
“Anton…” She hisses, your name squeezing through her clenched teeth barely above a whisper, “Why… do you smell like….”
L-like Updog? W-wakka wakka…
A pair of claws sink deep into your cheeks as the nigh-catatonic catthing tugs you close!
“LUTZA.”
https://youtu.be/cOy6hqzfsAs
“What’s an ‘Updog’?” Volka innocently asks! You hope you survive long enough to tell her…
What do!?
>TELL THEM EVERYTHING!>Half-Truth! You ran into her in the hall!>Deflect! How does she know what Lutza smells like?>Kiss and Hug! Th-there there...>Advanced Gaslighting! That’s the smell from the bathsalts!>Beg Volka to grab TT!>Stay Silent! She’ll kill you quicker, maybe!>Write-In!
>>6273544Oh hold on one more option
>Bargain! Make her promise not to kill you first! >>6273539TT's the type who would probably be all 'Hey, my zipper is stick, can you help~' in a department store changing room. Volka would wait til' you're in the next area code before changing. Rezalith would be attacking the pretzel stand outside in the Mall. Liz would REDACTEDREDACTEDREDACTED
>>6273544>Kiss and Hug! Th-there there...>Tell her you'll explain everything if they go back to the cartFirst to disarm her from dicing you, and second to stop her from dicing you.
>>6273544>TELL THEM EVERYTHING!"Okay, look, no secrets between us. Some employee of her dragged me over to her and they told me someone is trying to hunt her down and kill her. Some weird magical dude."
"Look if it makes you feel any better, she's paying us 3000 bells."
>>6273555Anon, I do want to tell her, but we can't do it *here*, remember? Our rooms are soundproofed.
>>6273557Fine, fine.
>>6273555Rewording this.
"Lutza met us, she gave me a job, 3000 bells. I'll tell you more in the cart, okay? I promise."
I just want to clear the air immediately so she doesn't think we're piping Lutza behind her back or something.
>>6273559Again, anon, if we did that, the stalker would probably hear it, and our plan would go up in smoke. They might suspect we're up to something.
>>6273560look man i get worrying about secrecy but i'm sticking to my vote.
I'm not going to worry about some omnipresent hyperstalker when I really, really just don't want the cat to fucking skin me alive for smelling like her rival.
I'm functionally agreeing you with the 'hey yeah we'll tell you everything in the cart'. I'm not exactly trying to say "OKAY HEY TT AND MYSTERIOUS STALKER AND EVERYONE IN THE CART. I, ANTON PEAS, AM HUNTING DOWN A MYSTERIOUS STALKER!!!!! I AM GOING TO MURDERIZE YOU!!!!"
Alright?
>>6273544>Lutza steals TT's deserved Striili and deserved fame>Steals her boyfriend tooThat FIEND
Also
>Tell her you'll explain everything if they go back to the cartProbably shouldn't try to kiss her, though.
>>6273565Alright, fine. I'll remove the kiss thing. I admit it might be a bad idea right now.
>>6273544>"Lutza's manager offered us a job, 3000 bells. I'll tell you more in the cart, okay? I promise.">>6273559God thinking. Maybe her greed will overpower her rage?
>>6273560We can whisper, then take it somewhere more private. If just the mention of Luutza's name is bad enough, well, Tzah-Tzie just snarled it. That catthing is out of the bag.
>>6273589It's not Lutza's name that's bad. The bad part is the idea that we're working for her and in on a secret.
>>6273594Okay, then how about just:
>>6273588>>6273544>"I got us a job. 3000 bells. I'll tell you more in the cart, okay? I promise."
>>6273600Well, that's pretty much what I voted for.
>>6273602Just less specificity as to what the money is for and from whom, until we're in private.
Counting it all up and it looks like we wanna
>Tell her we got a job to the tune of 3000 Bells
>Will explain more in the cabin
For narrative sake don't worry--this won't jeopardize your chances to catch the Mystery Stalker or whatever. If y'all wanna refine anything just post--I'll write things up on Saturday Morning!
>>6273631I'd like to ask TT if she'd be interested in maybe, I don't know, forgoing the Bells potentially in favor of getting her old instrument back?
>>6273658Lutza said "a favor of anything".
The stiri (however its spelled) might as well be our price.
Btw, you anons have a divine ability choose whatever option I would have too. Nice.
Staring down the equivalent of a fuzzy gun pointed at your face, your attempted answer comes out as a mish-mash of stammers and unnerving throat noises!
“ANTON,” Snarls TT as her claws sink deeper into you, “WHY.”
It doesn’t sound like a question so much as a condemnation… but you answer it as if it was the former! Her manager offered us a job, you explain in the clearest and most diplomatic tone you can muster, to the tune of 3000 BELLS-
The sum hits the Spinner like a bag of turnips. “That’s…” she stammers, her anger struggling not to crack under greed’s pressure, “N-no… that’s… it’s not…”
And if we’re gonna talk about it more, we’re gonna have to do it in the cabin, okay? She can kill you there! The Durher’s mouth trembles as her shocked expression and wide eyes bore holes into yours!
Tzah-Tzie’s claws pull out of your cheeks as the girl hangs her head.
“....Fine.”
The cabin feels colder when you enter it again–the easefloat and pheromones seem to have shut off automatically as well. Good thing, too–probably would have messed with the mood. Speaking of, Tzah-Tzie wastes no time in stomping over to a seat the minute the door opens, prompting you to take the one opposite her.
“... 3000 Bells, huh?” Mutters the Durher as she stares ceilingward with utter contempt in her eyes!
Yea, you nod as Volka quietly takes a seat next to you, she and her manager are pretty certain there’s a stalker on-board trying to ice her-
TT interrupts your explanation with a derisive snort. “There’s an idea.”
“Alright, that’s ENOUGH!”
The sudden ire in Volka’s usually-gentle voice nearly sends both you AND TT bowling out of your seats! Rising to her full and VERY intimidating height, the Skog’s tail smacks the walls as anger seeps into her expression!
“V-Volka…” The Spinner sputters, her disdain giving way to concern as Volka looms over her!
“I CHOSE to come along because I wanted to help!” She snarls, eyes wide and sharp teeth clenched! “But you’re making me work like a godsdamned BEAST WRANGLER!”
The Durher recoils as Volka jabs what you assume is a finger in her direction!
“Try ta’ enjoy a meal? Nope, I gotta chase you around a train! Ant gets a job ta’ save someone’s life? No way, because it’s from big, evil LUTZA!”
“She’s the WORST!” Counters Tzah-Tzie as she regains some fire in her eyes!
“Then quit acting cagey and TELL US WHY, ALREADY!” Roars the Skog! “We’re your FRIENDS!”
The cabin is quiet as the grave save for the dull ‘CLUNKS’ Volka’s boots make as she slumps back into her seat. As for Tzah-Tzie, well… the girl looks like she’s been hit by a truck.
After a few minutes of complete, uncomfortable silence, her dulcet voice quakes out a quiet response:
“... Okay.”
>CONTD.
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>>6273910Steadying herself with a deep breath, Tzah-Tzie turns to face you both. “Lemme start at the beginning… before I was Tzah-Tzie, I went by another name.”
BAAELIS?
Your guess takes the Spinner by surprise! “Y-yea…” She nods with a mixture of befuddlement and shock on her face! “I went by Baaelis.”
“AHA! I KNEW[/i] it!” Volka exclaims, her tail thumping triumphantly on the floor! “Didn’t I say, Rook!? I knew she had another name!”
Part of you wants to reveal TT had another name before that, but you’d rather not ruin it for Detective Volka here…
“It was a first draft, really… but it also came with my first attempt at being a Spinner…” Continues the catthing with a nostalgic sigh. “I was reckless… barely knew my way around a stage… but I knew how to sing. And I knew how to play.”
Adjusting her position in her seat, TT continues. “I found out early on that you can get pretty popular if you ‘challenge’ other Spinners… didn’t know it at the time, but it’s frowned upon. Not necessarily illegal.”
So you’d, what, just hop onstage and start playing?
“I wasn’t THAT much of a menace! Sheesh…”Sighs the Spinner as she hugs her tail close, “I’d ambush ‘em at the end of their set, is all! The crowds loved it!”
You sincerely doubt her opponents ‘loved it’, but you hold your tongue.
“At the time I was living the dream…” She purrs with a glimmer in her eyes! “Traveling from venue to venue any way I could… crossing Striiliis with other Spinners… I felt like… like a wandering duelist, y’know? And sometimes my opponent and I would share ideas… a few drinks…”
The Durher’s face turns a little red as she revisits the memories. Guess that isn’t all they shared.
“But I soon found out that talent can only get ya’ so far…” Tzah-Tzie frowns. “Well… that and my instrument.”
And there it is. Lutza had acted strange about TT’s Striilii…
“Y’see,” She begins as her eyes fall upon Volka, “My real name, Volkie, is RUUSDI. SULASTIR.”
The info hits the Skog like a poisoned dart. It takes a moment to settle in, but once it does, Volka all but tumbles onto the floor in front of her!
“S-S-S-SULASTIR!?!” She sputters from her spot on the floor, “Th-THE RUUPPAA FOLKS!?”
“Yep,” TT sighs, averting her weary gaze from the awestruck Skog.
“Th-this is INSANE, Tzah… errr, Baael-no, RUUSDI!” Volka stammers! “I… I musta’ drank your entire family’s vineyard twelve times over!” Her childlike excitement gives way to stunned realization. “W-wait… we GOTTA visit! D-do they do free samples!? Oh, and yer’ folks can meet Anton!”
“That’s… not going to happen.” The Durher replies flatly. “Meeting my family, that is.”
>CONTD.
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>>6273910Steadying herself with a deep breath, Tzah-Tzie turns to face you both. “Lemme start at the beginning… before I was Tzah-Tzie, I went by another name.”
BAAELIS?
Your guess takes the Spinner by surprise! “Y-yea…” She nods with a mixture of befuddlement and shock on her face! “I went by Baaelis.”
“AHA! I KNEW it!” Volka exclaims, her tail thumping triumphantly on the floor! “Didn’t I say, Rook!? I knew she had another name!”
Part of you wants to reveal TT had another name before that, but you’d rather not ruin it for Detective Volka here…
“It was a first draft, really… but it also came with my first attempt at being a Spinner…” Continues the catthing with a nostalgic sigh. “I was reckless… barely knew my way around a stage… but I knew how to sing. And I knew how to play.”
Adjusting her position in her seat, TT continues. “I found out early on that you can get pretty popular if you ‘challenge’ other Spinners… didn’t know it at the time, but it’s frowned upon. Not necessarily illegal.”
So you’d, what, just hop onstage and start playing?
“I wasn’t THAT much of a menace! Sheesh…”Sighs the Spinner as she hugs her tail close, “I’d ambush ‘em at the end of their set, is all! The crowds loved it!”
You sincerely doubt her opponents ‘loved it’, but you hold your tongue.
“At the time I was living the dream…” She purrs with a glimmer in her eyes! “Traveling from venue to venue any way I could… crossing Striiliis with other Spinners… I felt like… like a wandering duelist, y’know? And sometimes my opponent and I would share ideas… a few drinks…”
The Durher’s face turns a little red as she revisits the memories. Guess that isn’t all they shared.
“But I soon found out that talent can only get ya’ so far…” Tzah-Tzie frowns. “Well… that and my instrument.”
And there it is. Lutza had acted strange about TT’s Striilii…
“Y’see,” She begins as her eyes fall upon Volka, “My real name, Volkie, is RUUSDI. SULASTIR.”
The info hits the Skog like a poisoned dart. It takes a moment to settle in, but once it does, Volka all but tumbles onto the floor in front of her!
“S-S-S-SULASTIR!?!” She sputters from her spot on the floor, “Th-THE RUUPPAA FOLKS!?”
“Yep,” TT sighs, averting her weary gaze from the awestruck Skog.
“Th-this is INSANE, Tzah… errr, Baael-no, RUUSDI!” Volka stammers! “I… I musta’ drank your entire family’s vineyard twelve times over!” Her childlike excitement gives way to stunned realization. “W-wait… we GOTTA visit! D-do they do free samples!? Oh, and yer’ folks can meet Anton!”
“That’s… not going to happen.” The Durher replies flatly. “Meeting my family, that is.”
>CONTD.
>>6273914The Skog opens her mouth to ask a question, but whatever it is dies as she picks up on the subtext. “... Oh. Okay…”
“I’ll explain later, Volkie, but… one step at a time.” Giving one of her ears an idle scratch, Tzah-Tzie continues to squeeze her tail like a pillow. “Anyways, now you both know that I come from money. A lot.”
“Pfft, THAT’S an under-” Realizing she’s interrupting again, the Skog plugs her mouth with both claws! “... sorry!”
“... Feelings about my family aside,” Continues the Spinner, “I was pretty close with my sisters…” A faint smile forms on the girl’s stony face. “My big sis NUUSI, especially. She’d always catch me singing when no one was around… drumming my claws on metal… that kind of thing.”
Just like that, her smile fades.
“Felt like someone ripped my guts out the day she got married.” Her eyes glance over your way. “Not to Vhale, Ant, but… same organization.”
“Oh, honey…” Volka mutters under her breath.
“When I got… engaged...” She continues, her voice trembling at the word, “She got me an instrument.”
A striili. The Durher nods. Volka seems keen on asking about the engagement, but manages to hold it in when she studies TT’s somber expression.
“Silkwood. Chee mane strings.” You can’t see it, but you can tell she’s imagining holding it again. “Immaculately-smoothed, perfectly balanced… sang like a godsdamned angel…”
As swiftly as her smile appears, it fades.
“... and that smug slut TOOK it from me.”
And there it is.
“S-she stole it!?” Stammers Volka, her expression morphing into a blend of sympathy and incredulous disbelief, “W-what are we waiting for, Rook?! Let’s get it back!”
Yea!
“No.”
The bitter tone in TT’s voice takes you both by surprise and knocks all the wind out of your collective ‘sails’. N-no?
“I was so stupid…” Growls the Spinner, shaking her head in dismay, “I HAD her! I had that crowd eating out of my claws!” Tzah-Tzie deflates as her memory catches up to her. “... I was certain to win… so why shouldn’t I have made a little bet?”
You have enough pieces to put together the rest of the puzzle. So she lost th-
“SHE CHEATED!” TT explodes, eyes wide and teeth bared! “I don’t know how… she… she used magic! Bribed the audience members! SOMETHING!”
Her anger is swiftly replaced by sobs. “... I… I was supposed to win…”
>CONTD.
>>6273917Ever the empath, Volka beats you to the punch and brings the crying Durher into a gentle hug. What happened next, you ask as delicately as you can manage.
“I… I tried to get it back.” TT mutters, letting the tears trickle down her cheek. “Tried to convince her… begged… even tried to steal it a few times… but she just kept saying the same thing:”
Wiping her eyes, Tzah-Tzie looks up at you. “She’ll give it back the day I beat her.”
Her story concluded, TT retreats to the comfort and safety of her tail as you go over the facts in your head. It’s a tough pill to swallow, but Lutza didn’t seem that cold and calculating… did she?
“Do… do whatever the HELLS you want…” The Durher spits from behind her tail, “I’m not doing ANYTHING for her. Don’t want her money either. S’tainted.”
Glancing over to you mid-ear scritch, Volka sends an encouraging, if not somewhat forced, smile your way. “I can keep an eye on her, Rook… unless you want me ta’ back ya’ up…”
What do?
>You wanna know more about TT’s family!>Ask more about Lutza!>Convince TT to join you!>Bring Volka along!>Head out alone!>Talk to TT a little more!>Write-In!
>>6273920>Talk to TT a little more!>Bring Volka along!At the very least, we can tell her that she still has the instrument, so there's still a chance she could...get it back, right? Maybe we can set up a proper duel between them with that 'favor' of ours.
>>6273920>Bring Volka along!Well, it seems like TT had quite a few flings with other bards.
>>6273921>>6273973>VOLKA, HEEL! PSPSPSPSS!Writing!
>>6273920>>6273921+1, if it's not too late.
>>6273980I'll incorporate this, yea!
There’s a lot to digest here, that’s for sure, but you’ve got other food to… to also digest. Or you’ll get constipated.
Yea, the metaphor kinda ran away from you there, but you get the general idea! However TT feels about Lutza, the latter did offer you a job… and you’re betting they’re just about to set their trap!
Volk, you mutter befpre clearing your throat, can she come with you? Rather than respond immediately, the big gal turns her attention back towards the crying catthing!
“TT, sweetheart,” She coos, giving the girl another scritch behind the ears, “Are you gonna be alright on your own?”
“Yes...” She groans, rolling her watery eyes like an angsty teen. “Have a blast, you two…”
Yep, she’s still mad. Approaching Tzah-Tzie from the front, you kneel down to her eye-level and give her a reassuring smile! If it makes her feel better, you begin, you uh… you saw her instrument…
If that makes the Durher feel better, she sure doesn’t show it! Shifting uneasily from your right knee to your left, you reach forward and give TT’s bare knee a squeeze. It’s a long shot, you continue, but maybe you can set something up… maybe a proper ‘duel’ to get it back!
The Spinner hugs her tail close, a sour expression cemented on her face. “...Don’t hold your breath…”
With this tasty air? Wouldn’t dream of it, you reply with a nervous laugh! You’re unsure if that was supposed to be a joke or not, but when TT doesn’t laugh and Volka does, you take that as a cue to hit the road!
“Heheh…. Tasty air…”
Thanks for the backup back there, Volk, you sigh as you give the amazon a grateful pat on the arm. Seriously.
“Any time, Rook.” She replies as the mirth drains from her expression. “Hells, though… never pegged our little TT to be so…” Her face scrunches up as she desperately searches for the right word. Complex?
“Y-yea, that!” She confirms with a hasty nod! “Here I was thinkin’ she just didn’t like Lutza’s music…” Continuing towards the Leisure Cart, you get about a minute or two of silence before the Skog speaks up again!
“... didn’t wanna ask in the thick of things, but…”
You shoot the Skog a sidelong glance. But?
“TT said her sis married someone in ‘the same organization’ as some guy called Vhale…” She begins in a measured voice, “... and that she was engaged…”
You know where the question’s going, but you don’t bother interrupting.
“Is… was TT married-”
She hangs on the last word for a moment before letting the rest die in her mouth.
“... Hells, Rook.”
Yea, you sigh, Hells.
>CONTD.
>>6274080A pensive look rests on Volka’s face as you continue down the corridor. “I… still wonder about them, y’know?” Her big yellow eyes blink. “My mom and pop, that is.” Another pause. “... the real ones.”
Did she ever think about looking for them? Volka shrugs.
“Every day.” She nods. “I love Ma and Volkir an’ all, but that doesn’t stop me from… from wondering, y’know?”
Totally, you smirk. You can barely remember your own parents, let alone the rest of your family. “Ha!” Laughs the gentle giant, “That makes two of us, doesn’t it? Just a coupla’ weirdos…”
That’s putting it mildly, you fire back! Sharing a few snickers, you steal a glance at Volka out of the corner of your eye and find her in ‘thinking mode’ again… and yes, she looks very uncomfortable.
“Scary though, ain’t it?” She remarks with a bit of a shiver, “Knowing your family could be, well… bad.”
Yea, you frown. It’s all you can think of saying, really.
“Tzah-Tzie’s must be real bad if she talks about ‘em like that…” Volka continues with a sad look in her eyes. “I hear a lotta’ stuff about Durhers–mean stuff mostly–but one thing I hear all the time is that family is…” Her tail thumps the ground behind her. “Well, it’s one of the most important things to them.”
Huh.
You feel the Skog’s eyes fall upon you again like a pair of spotlights! “What’s most important to you, Rook?”
Sheesh, someone’s getting philosophical today, huh?
>Fortune and Glory>Perfecting oneself>Experiencing things>Living comfortably>Spreading and receiving love>Leaving a legacy>Survival>Discovering the truth>Gathering knowledge>I dunno, actually>Write-In!
>>6274082>I dunno, actuallyCan we really pick anything else? Anton doesn't act like he's ever had a big goal in his life. Ever.
>>6274082>Spreading and receiving loveThe worst thing you could do to anyone is to make them feel like no one loves them.
>>6274083>I DUNNO>>6274084>LOVE?The absence of an answer is an answer too... Writing! Got big plans today as well, so expect some delays.
Try as you might, the question proves more daunting than you thought! What… what IS most important to you? Love? Friendship? Leaving the world a better place than you left it?
Did you value any of that before you were whisked away to Zoral? Do you care about it now? Your original goal was to head back home, but… but what exactly is waiting for you there?
Is this the memory loss talking… or have you always been so apathetic?
Feeling Volka’s kind, but curious eyes burn into you, you stammer the question back at her! What does she value the most?
“Oh!” She remarks with a surprised blink, “Well I was gonna say a balanced breakfast, but if I REALLY had ta’ think on it…”
Breakfast is pretty important.
“I guess I’d hafta’ say… safety?” She concludes, even though her tone sounds like she’s doubting herself. Safety?
“Yea, well…” Continues the Skog, “I don’t mean, like, listening for carts before crossing the street! I mean being in a situation where… where you’re safe, y’know?”
Now it’s your turn to blink. Like a secure environment?
“Lemme put it this way:” Volka mutters, her face scrunching up as she goes into her patented ‘EXPLAIN MODE’, “I uh… I grew up on the street, yea? Didn’t really have a fireplace ta’ curl up by or mum’s skirt ta’ cling to.”
Right, you nod, but she found Ma, didn’t she? Volka beams.
“Mhm! And being with her, well… that changed everything for me. Wasn’t just surviving anymore… I was able ta’ really take a look at myself and just… figure out who Volka was and who she could be!”
Her smile slumps as the memories kick in. “... Didn’t have much time for that on the streets. Sure, there were some good times: tracking down a hot meal, exploring a new part of Crossroads, spendin’ the day with another streetkid… and the bad stuff made that all more worth it, but…”
Her tail thumps the wall.
“But I still think everyone oughta’ have a safe place ta’ stretch out and grow in.”
Her yellow eyes fall upon you once more. “And y’know what? I think TT found her safety away from her family. With how she acts, I’da never guessed her past was so…” The Skog pauses to nibble on her lower lip.
Tumultuous?
“Right, whatever that means!” She giggles as she gives your shoulder a playful flick! “Mister Big Words…”
>CONTD.
>>6274265By the time you return to the Leisure Cart, the party is still in full-swing… and even without light you can tell it’s standing room only! The flowery-scented air is strangled with heat and humidity from all the bodies while the band in the corner struggles to stay afloat amidst the sound of games and conversations!
“Where to!?” Volka shouts, her booming voice barely registering above the din! Gently grabbing her wrist, a daunting task given how thick the dang thing is, you tug the Skog towards a corner where you can keep an eye on both entrances and the stage!
Good timing, too… as you get settled in, you spot a familiar pair of forest-green eyes attached to a Gnok exuding an aura of pure PROFESSIONALISM! Man, maybe that’s what you should value the most!
“Wow,” Volka remarks as her eyes follow yours, “That’s a man on a mission, huh, Rook?”
She can say that again, you laugh! And look sharp–if he’s here then that means-
The cart erupts with screams before you can finish! Drawing your shield as Volka draws her blade, the two of you share a sheepish glance when you realize what the screams are for!
Or rather… WHO!
“LUUUUTTTZZA!” Roars a Molegg who’s clearly had one too many drinks, “I LOVE YOUUUU!”
“IT’S HER!” Squeals a Durher to her friends, “IT’S REALLY HERRRRRR!”
“The Battle of Breakneck Pass was DERIVITIVE!” Hisses a snaggle-toothed Mox before a murderous stare from the Skog next to him shuts him up!
The sea of passengers parts as Lutza glides across the room like a goddess flanked by The Triplets–her amethyst eyes glittering like stars in the night sky…
Wow...
“I know, right?” Mutters Volka as her tail thumps the carpet, “She’s unreal… What I wouldn’t give to be that pr-” Stopping herself with a sudden cough, the Skog sends a hasty laugh your way! “Errr, I mean… you’re in for a treat, Rook!”
You ain’t here to enjoy the show… if Lutza’s here, then her ‘#1 Fan’ should be too! He should be a MZZ'GOE'VIRR MAGE... SO WATCH FOR SIX EYES! What’s the plan?
>Stay here and scan the crowd!>Keep Volka here and do some scouting!>Stick by the entrances! One for you, one for Volka!>Both of you can navigate the crowds!>Write-In!
>>6274266>Send Volka to the entrance and do some scoutingIf we find nothing we'll go to the other one.
>>6274271>>6274279>LET'S SPLIT UP, GANG!Nyohoho~ an interesting tactic...
>Roll me 1d100-2 (+3 Volka Helps, +2 Chokepoint, -7 OMG LUTZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA) to see what you can spot! Best of 3!
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>>6274333>>6274337>>6274346>HIGHEST ROLL: 56!Will update probably later today or early Monday! Apologies again for the teasing--got people comin' over today
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The trap is set… time to reel in the raccoon, or something! Hunting and trapping was more of Liz’s thing… In any case, you instruct Volka to pick an entrance and keep her eyes peeled… a shifty-looking Mzz’goe’virr, you remind her before dipping into the crowd, and a mage, to boot!
A faint “He’s wearing a boot?” barely manages to catch up with your ear as you shuffle into the crowd… the passengers spellbound as the Spinner takes her place on stage!
“Sorry for the interruption,” She begins in her soft, sultry voice, “This’ll only take a minute… you don’t mind, do ya?”
The cheers that follow would tear a lesser man’s eardrums apart... Guess they don’t mind! Good thing, too–it’ll be loads easier to track down her stalker if everyone else is engrossed by the tunes! Worming your way through the crowd with a few handy ‘s’cuse me’’s, you start to see what’s got everyone engrossed–it’s subtle at first, but as the Durher begins to gently pluck away at her Striilii, well…
You freeze.
The whole cart turns to statues as Lutza strums out a mournful melody that hits you right in the tear ducts… your teeth vibrating as she amplifies her whispers with a haunting echo and extra volume! You don’t recognize the names or the places she sings about, but by the end of the first few verses, well…
You’re SOBBING!
You’re not alone, either–the forest of fans surrounding you are in no better of a state: some hug, some sing along…
… But one onlooker isn’t as spellbound. Six yellow eyes… a toothy maw locked in stony concentration… oh, and a faint tingling on your skin that makes your hair stand on-end.
It’s gotta be him, you think as you wipe your teary eyes on your sleeves, you’ve never been more certain of anything in your life! Now if you can just keep tabs on this guy-
Your thoughts, Lutza’s song, and everyone listening are disrupted by a sudden strum of another Striilii… and from the startled look in Lutza’s eyes, you don’t think she has an accompanist!
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Augmented by the same magic Lutza used comes a trill of several swiftly-plucked notes that tear the Spinner’s sad song to shreds… you might be a newcomer to this whole ‘music’ scene, sure, but you have a pretty good idea of what’s going on here:
It’s a CHALLENGE.
“LORDS AND LADIES! PATRONS AND PASSENGERS! ALLOW ME THE PLEASURE OF INTRODUCING MYSELF!”
Even with magical magnification you could identify that voice a mile away… following the rest of the crowd’s gaze, your eyes fall upon a familiar pint-sized performer striding through the parting crowd like she owns the damn place!
TZAH-TZIE!
>CONTD.
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>>6274734Even as the Triplets surround her like hawks, your gal pal continues to strum away at her Striilii, her defiant eyes locked on her elegant arch-nemesis! “I HAVE SWUM THE SOUTHERN SEAS! ENDURED THE EASTERN ICEFIELDS! BATTLED BEASTS! HERALDED HEROES! AND I COME BEFORE YOU ALL TODAY TO RECLAIM WHAT WAS UNJUSTLY TAKEN FROM ME…”
Every eye in the cart follows TT’s gaze over to Lutza’s lap… and the Striilii currently sitting there!
“I AM TZAH-TZIE: MEISTER OF MUSIC! VOCAL VIRTUOSO… AND TODAY I CHALLENGE LUTZA… TO A DUEL!”
“She REFUSES!” Snaps Joplin from his corner of the cart! “As her manager, I-”
Can do nothing, it seems! Before he can finish, Lutza stands up with a twinkle in her amethyst eyes and a grin almost too big for her face! “I ACCEPT!”
Grinning ear to ear, Tzah-Tzie leaps into the Triplet’s arms and is soundly catapulted across the cart and onto the stage!
“CRUSH’ER, MISS LUTZA!”
“SHOW’ER WHAT’CHA GOT!”
“WE’RE ALL ROOTIN’ FOR YA!”
Welp, can’t fault them on their enthusiasm… Joplin probably will later, though, based on how angry he looks! Sharing an eager grin with TT, Lutza turns her attention to the band members from before.
“Care to accompany us, boys?”
You’d think they were asked by the god of ROCK himself! Scrambling onto the stage, the musicians set up for the battle as you turn your attention back over to your targe–wait, where’d he go!?
Being a Mzz’goe’virr, it isn’t hard to pick him out from the crowd, especially as he turns to scramble out of the cart! HEY!
“The situation has changed!” He hisses to some unseen ally, “Go to Plan B! DESTROY THE TRAIN!”
While he rushes towards the exit Volka decided not to cover, you utter a few choice curses under your breath as TT and Lutza square off!
What kind of music is THIS!?
https://youtu.be/3riJ4WQRHOY
What do!?
>Stop the damn show! Get your pals to follow you!>Bring Volka with you! After that Mzz’goe’virr!>Have Volka watch things here–get after your guy!>Flag down a Teksoul! Emergency!>Write-In!
>>6274735>Have Volka watch things here–get after your guy!GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
>>6274735>Have Volka watch things here–get after your guy!We got this!
>>6274736>>6274750>CATCH THAT MAN!GO, ANTON!
https://youtu.be/mth6uVKPsOM
>Roll me 1d100+3 (+2 Loose Footwork, +3 Got a Solid Look At 'Em, +2 Favorable Beginnings, -4 Big Crowd) to keep up! Best of 3!
Rolled 82 + 3 (1d100 + 3)
>>6274777GO OUT AND LIMBO TO THE EXTREME
Rolled 77 + 3 (1d100 + 3)
>>6274777
Rolled 34 (1d100)
>>6274777Please not a 1
>>6274778>>6274779>>6274788>HIGHEST ROLL: 85!>>6274788Not today, it would seem... WRITING!
No time to cheer your gal pal on… you’ve got to get after that mage! Taking off like a bullet, you manage to spot your favorite Skog on the way out! VOLKA!
“Eheheh~”
No good… she’s too busy swaying along to the dueling Durhers onstage! Leaving her on guard duty, you manage to navigate the passenger jungle through a combined effort of acrobatics, ‘s’cuse me’s, and a new, exciting maneuver you just came up with called…
LATERAL LIMBOING!
https://youtu.be/tPJGN20Ey_4
No time for that! C’mon!
https://youtu.be/gNHooTszyW4
It doesn’t take long for the Mzz’goe’virr to notice he’s being followed… Shooting you a glance over his shoulder mid-stride, the mage does what his title suggests and whips up some magic for ya! Feeling your teeth buzz, you whip out your MAGIC SHIELD and brace for impact-
“Is that Lutza I h-OOF!”
The speedy sorcerer is too focused on you to notice where he’s headed–straight for a Mox lady poking her head out of her cabin! Smacking into her, the Mzz’goe’virr growls as his spell hits the carpet instead, covering it with something hissing, crunching, and smelling like eucalyptus!
You leap over it, of course–lord knows he wasn’t trying to give you a spa treatment! Landing on the other side, you offer a quiet ‘sorry!’ to the Mox madame before pirouetting through a cluster of icicles! Or really cold spikes! Hard to tell!
“No, no… It’s quite alright! I’ll take your plates-OOH!”
Your pursuee barely makes it past his last obstacle before another one dips into the corridor: a cheerful Gnok conductress who, from the sound of things, is balancing a stack of dishware when the Mzz’goe’virr mage shoves past her and sends it all flying!
“O-OH NOOOOO!”
Not on your watch! Dropping to your knees, you slide over just in time to catch the poor girl mid-stumble AND catch and stack all of her plates like a tower! Planting her back on her feet with the dishes unscathed, you leave the girl with a grin before spinning around and resuming the chase!
“Th-thank you, sir!” She stammers, cheeks redder than cherries!
Don’t mention it! Ducking a patch of screeching tentacles swiping at you from the ceiling, you continue after the mage and see your chance when the door to the next cart opens and reveals a Teksoul!
“YOu ARe cauSInG A DISturB-”
“HA!”
The whole car quakes as a burst of force rushes from the mage’s claw sending the automaton screeching back the way it came! Stealing a glance your way, the Mzz’goe’virr curses under his breath before another blast erupts from his palm–this one tearing through the wall with a deafening metal shriek! Ears popping from the sudden change in cabin pressure, you stumble against the side of the corridor as the mage scrambles up to the roof of the train like a lizard!
“So long, fool!”
>CONTD.
>>6274818LIMBOing one last magical missile aimed at your head, you grit your teeth and squint as you climb after him–the train’s breakneck speed making the snow hitting your face feel like tiny daggers! Roaring winds buffet your body as you scale the scrap, which only helps to inform you just how high up you must be! One thing’s for certain–it’s gotta be a long way down!
To make matters worse, the train’s roof is slicker than the grease-soaked kitchen floors at your old job! Caked in ice and slush and bombarded by fresh powder, the path forward is nearly as treacherous as… well, your last example!
“Come no further, heretic!”
Oh good, you were worried you’d have to travel further! Just a few feet ahead stands your quarry–the six-eyed sorcerer staring you down with a haughty grin! Is he DONE yet!?
“Not by a long shot!” He sneers! “You see, you are toying with forces you cannot-wait, hold on a moment…”
His villanous speech is put on hold as you hear a low, rumbling drone approaching from the direction the train’s headed, prompting the mage to drop to his knees! Following suit, and by that we mean LIMBOing, your eyes nearly leap out of your skull as you feel something HUGE pass inches from your nose!
Must be the structure holding the rail or something…
“Ahem,” Continues the wizard, “Like I was saying: you are toying with forces you cannot comprehend!”
You adopt a wide stance to accompany your dashing hat! Oh yea!? Try me!
He deflates a bit at your response. “I… I just told you that you cannot comprehe-ugh, FINE! Cracking his joints menacingly, the mage’s eyes narrow at you as you both stare each other down! “Ask your questions… we’ve already won!”
Yea, you dunno about that… but since you’ve got him talking, you probably only have time for TWO QUESTIONS! Aiiiieeee!
>Who does he work for?!>Why mess with Lutza!?>What’s the next step in his master plan?!>Plan B: what is it!?>What does he think of Lutza!?>His pals will be waiting in Umberal, right? WHERE!?>Stay Silent! He’ll think you disappeared!>SUCKER-PUNCH!>Write-In!
>>6274819>Why mess with Lutza!?>What’s the next step in his master plan?!
>>6274823>>6274826>>6274834>>6274876>WHY LUTZA!?>NEXT STEP!?What impressive SYNERGY! Writing!
Fine, you hiss through clenched, chattering teeth as you hug yourself for warmth, you’ll keep it simple then: Lutza! WHY?
The Mzz’goe’virr answers with a derisive laugh! “HAH! Yes, yes… you ARE the loser!”
N-no, you stammer, you asked about LUTZA-
“HUUUUUUH!?” Shouts the sorcerer as he blinks in confusion, “SPEAK UP! IT’S WINDY OUT-wait, hang on.”
The two of you duck below another structure. Yea, it IS really loud out here, isn’t it? A-anyways, you sigh as you give your question one more try, WHY. DO. THEY. WANT. LUTZA!?
“OH! THE GIRL!” Exclaims the enchanter! “Yes, she’s integral to our plans!”
WHY-wait, hang on…
One LIMBO later you’re back in the conversation! Why is she integral!?
“Is it not obvious?!” Snarls the stalker!
… Her… her rack?
“Impressive indeed,” Nods the necromancer in assent, “But no! Her influence extends all over Zoral! Lutza is known in every home! Every barracks! Every seat of government in this world!” All six of his eyes narrow with wicked glee! “And with a few… modifications, she shall be the perfect agent for our dark work…” And just like that, his enthusiasm wanes. “... Or rather, she WOULD have, had our plan not been discovered.”
So they’re gonna destroy the train!? That sounds counterproduc-hold on!
“Thanks!” Mutters the Mzz’goe’virr after you’re both finished ducking! “And it matters not–our powers are great! We shall simply collect her corpse from the train’s wreckage and reanimate her into something FAR more malleable… a shame you and your meddlesome friends won’t be around to witness it!”
What if she gets, y’know… mulched? The necromancer blinks all of his eyes.
“... We brought a BUCKET!”
Damn, these guys thought of everything! Well congratulations, you conclude with a derisive laugh, they got caught! What’s the next step of their MASTER PLAN?
“Crashing this train…” Sneers the mage as you hear energy crackle in his claws, “With no survivors!”
He blinks.
“Well, WE’LL survive, of course. That’d be a dumb plan otherwise.” Regaining his menace, the wizard takes a few steps closer. “The destruction of the Skyrail shall keep our existence secret to our foes… and serve as a distraction while we regroup in Umberal!”
He keeps–ope, duck!
“... You were saying?”
Right, thanks! He keeps saying ‘we’... what does he mean by that?
“HA!” Laughs the kidnapper, “Wouldn’t YOU like to know?”
Yea, you would, actu-
“A rhetorical question!”
Oh.
“One that you can mull over for eternity… in the AFTERLIFE!” Throwing his head back in manic laughter, the energy building up in the Mzz’goe’virr’s claws grows to a magnitude where you can feel it on your skin!
“The wards are set, brother!”
えええええええええ?!
>CONTD.
>>6275078Both of you balk a bit at the new voice from the side of the train! Clambering onto the roof next to his fellow mage comes a pink-eyed Mox, his toothy maw twisted into a menacing grin!
“THE BURROWER WAKES!”
Both you and the Mzz’goe’virr deflate. Not THESE clowns again…
“... I was trying to keep our allegiance a secret, Hink…” Groans the warlock with a weary shake of his six-eyed head. “Hells…”
“Oh. OH!” Blinks the fishman, “I-I mean… WE’RE ACTING…. ON OUR OOOOOWN!”
The three of you stand trembling in the wind for an uncomfortable couple of moments.
“Right, time to die.”
Raising his claws (you assume) into the air, the Mzz’goe’virr cackles as the car you’re standing on QUAKES under the sheer amount of magical energy from the spell in his claws! Your eyes sting and your skin prickles… c-can you really limbo this!?
FOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!!!
G-guess you’re about to find ouuuuuuuttttttt!!!!
…
It takes you a moment or two to realize you aren’t dead. Frowning in confusion, you notice the Mzz’goe’virr looks puzzled too!
“Hink,” the mage mutters, “My spell?”
“Oh!” Exclaims his associate with a nervous laugh, “W-well remember how you told me to attune the wards so they’d stun the Teksouls?”
“Yes, I… hold on, duck.”
All three of you crouch below another structure.
“Wow!” Hink remarks, “That was close!”
“Yea,” the Mzz’goe’virr chuckles, “Gets your ichor pumping, doesn’t it?”
What even are those, you add with a confused grin!
“Oh, they support the rail.” Explains the Mzz’goe’virr with a good-natured smile! “Loaded with enchantments so they can’t really be seen or detected, but don’t be fooled–they’ll squash anyone or anything stowing away on the cars!”
Thanks for the explanation, you reply, earning a nod from your would-be murderer!
“A-anyways,” The Mox sighs, “I couldn’t really attune the wards without also silencing spells, so…”
The Burrower Cultists give each other a good, hard stare.
“... So we have no spells?”
“N-not for a minute or so, no!” Hink laughs anxiously! “B-but he doesn’t have magic either! And we can use this time to activate the MAGE BOMB and destroy the trai-” His last few words catch up and smack him in the brain like a swordfish. “... Uh-oh.”
>CONTD.
>>6275080“The Teksouls are going to be very, VERY upset when they get their energy back, Hink.” Mutters the Mzz’goe’virr! “The Conductors are probably already on their way.”
Lashing out with his gangly claws, the mage lifts his Mox pal into the air and throttles him! “MAGE BOMBS NEED MAGIC TO DETONATE, YOU IMBECILE! WE’RE DEAD IN THE WATER!”
While they have their marital quarrel, you take a few uncertain steps towards the way you came. Should uh… should you come back later, or…?
“Stay right there!” Snarls the sorcerer as his partner gags in his grasp, “I’ll kill you in a second the old-fashioned way! The Burrower Wakes…”
“Gh Ghrrorwerk Gaygksh…” Gasps the Mox!
They’re distracted… what do?
>LEAVE! You have your info!>Throw ‘em some flames! Demonic stuff still oughta’ work, right?>Rush ‘em! You’ve got a CURVED BLADE!>Stay Silent! They’ll think you disappeared!>Distract them! If they don’t duck…>Ask something else!>Write-In!
>>6275082It's time for trickery most foul
>Time a fake duck so he gets up just as the actual structure is about to come, then LIMBO so you don't get beaten!
>>6275082>Distract them! If they don’t duck…"Wow, Hink, didn't even realize MAGE BOMBS needed magic. What good IS he for anyways?"
>>6275086That's a nice idea too anon but mine gets the Limbo bonus so it might be easier?
>>6275087Shrug.
It's been like 16 minutes, man, I'm not in a rush to change my vote.
>>6275083+1 from me for the old trickeroonie
>>6275083>>6275107>LIMBOOOOOOOO TRICK>>6275086>DISTRACTION!Looks like trickery wins it!
>Roll me 1d100+2 (+2 Loose Footwork, +2 LIMBOOO, +2 Illusionist Initiate, -4 They Know What It Sounds Like) to see if it pays off! Best of 3!
Rolled 95 + 2 (1d100 + 2)
>>6275164Leanbow
Rolled 40 + 2 (1d100 + 2)
>>6275164
Rolled 27 (1d100)
>>6275164I just realized, if TT wins, we still have a favor. Wonder what we should spend it on.
>>6275078>they got caught! What’s the next step of their MASTER PLAN?>“Crashing this train…” Sneers the mage as you hear energy crackle in his claws, “With no survivors!”BAHAHAHAHAHAHA
>>6275169>>6275170>>6275179>HIGHEST ROLL: 97!Golly! Writing!
>>6275179Bold of you to assume the catthing will win~
>>6275189>Bold of you to assume the catthing will win~Are you telling me that there's a third, non-cat contestant or that Lutza or TT aren't actually Durhers?
>>6275191....
THE BURROWER WAKES
>>6275192The Burrower plays StriiliI?
>>6275208I guess we'll see, won't we >:3
>>6275210THE BURROWER WENT DOWN TO ZHORAL
HE WAS LOOKIN' FOR A SOUL TO STEAL
And idea comes to mind as you watch the kooky cultists work out their, uh... differences–one that’ll require cracker-jack timing and a bit of luck, but you’ve got both of those in spades, don’t you?
… oh man, you hope this works… You’re not sure if it’s intentional or not, but the support arches don’t seem to be spaced evenly–you’ll have to ask about that if you don’t die in the next few minutes! Still, you get the feeling these goofballs don’t know either…
“Won’t be but a minute!” Chirps the Mzz’goe’virr as his partner’s already-bulbous eyes grow even bigger, “Why’s your damned neck so thick!?”
“Z-zhorry…”
“Typical Hink! Always getting us into trouble! ALWAYS!”
Enjoyable as their antics are, you get the sneaking suspicion that the next arc is coming up soon! Evoking some of your favorite fuzzball’s theatrics, you gasp like an extra from a 50’s Sci-Fi Flick and drop to the ground!
DUCK!
Both cultists pause to send a derisive glare your way!
“Rrr yrr jrgng?”
“We can HEAR, you know.” Adds the Mzz’goe-Mage with a scoff! “Now let me strangle my partner here and I’ll be right with y-”[s]poiler]https://www.youtube.com/shorts/EbXUSatsCPw?feature=share[/spoiler]
>CONTD.
>>6275249The mage’s threat is cut short when something swoops down and sends him and his fellow cult crony tumbling over the edge of the train and into the yawning abyss below, screaming all the way down!
Bracing yourself for the next attack from the safety of your MAGIC SHIELD, you relax a bit when the airborne ambusher comes around again and lands in front of you!
“Oh,” groans your swooping savior with the usual venom in her tone, “YOU’RE still alive…”
You nearly drop your shield at your side as you recognize the haughty expression, crimson eyes, and faint smell of hickory…
…Rezzie?
“That’s QUEEN REZALITH to you,” She snarls as a half-smile forms on her lips! “An-”
DUCK!
“What’s a du-”
THWAP!
A few frantic minutes of screaming and searching later, you indulge in a few sighs of relief when the devil catches up with your car again and lands in a messy heap on the roof next to you! Rez, you stammer in disbelief, you… sh-she’s… where!?
“I… was aiming… for you…” She mumbles before going out like a particularly-hellish light! Giving her a few gentle pokes, you can’t help but smile a bit knowing she’s okay… especially considering what she was planning on doing the last time you saw her…
With the situation more or less taken care of, you turn your attention to more urgent matters: namely Tzah-Tzie jeopardizing your entire trip to challenge her rival AND the sudden reappearance of Rezzie, which, while nice, presents a few new questions:
To begin, will the Conductors and Teksouls take issue with a demon onboard?
With no one to ask, you decide to…
>Leave Rezzie here for now!>Quietly take Rezzie to your cabin!>See if you can whip up a disguise for her!>Try to wake her lazy ass up!>Write-In!
>>6275251>Quietly take Rezzie to your cabin!I mean, what are they gonna do? Accuse the Paladin of Mitaar of harboring a demon?
>>6275255Also,
>SHE'S BACKSHE'S BACK
>SHE'S BACKSHE'S BACK
We're using that 'honesty' ointment on her, right?
>>6275251>Quietly take Rezzie to your cabin!And then turn on the pheromon- I mean, and then go see TT's duel.
>>6275255>>6275265>TO THE CABIN!Last update of the night, most likely... well, maybe one more. We'll see!
>Roll me 1d100+2(+2 Loose Footwork, +2 Illusionist Initiate, +3 Paladin Business, -5 Conductors High Alert) to get the gal back to your cabin unseen! Best of 3!>>6275265You dirty dog, you
Rolled 6 + 2 (1d100 + 2)
>>6275316
Rolled 11 (1d100)
>>6275316Well we can't just NOT use the pheromone option, and if TT doesn't wanna...
>>6275320>>6275322Absolutely horrible rolls. Please save us last anon.
Rolled 75 + 2 (1d100 + 2)
>>6275316I AWAKEN
tplxrvi
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>>6275320>>6275322>>6275365>HIGHEST ROLL: 77!Now that's the ticket right there! Writing the last update of the evening!
>>6275365Whew, thank god for THAT. Things were looking dire with those other rolls.
>>6275377It's called GOOD LUCK when you FIRST WAKE UP in the morning.
The first thing you do in the first two minutes of waking up DECIDES YOUR FATE.
>>6275375TT...Tpl...it just works...
>>6275380Oh shit TT's actually playing
sga
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reznap
md5: b7556d04222a6b754f1f6201118c937e
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Yea, you know better than to leave Rezzie unsupervised! Shaking the layer of snow off your robes, you stoop down and pick the dozing demon up! Thankfully for all her feistiness and flame, the hellion is relatively small and light–her waifish frame barely hinders you as you carry her over to the hole you crawled out from. Good thing, too–you get the feeling Volka would have a rough time climbing up!
Dropping back into the train with your MITARAAN AMULET shaking up a storm in your pocket, you stiffen like a flagpole at the sound of some unfamiliar voices just down the hall!
“-ate when they just stand there like that… eerie.”
“Don’t worry– Esker and Hommand already located the wards. Self-disappating, to boot.”
Peeking around the corner, you spot the two Conductors, one Durher, one Molegg, inspecting the Teksoul the Mzz’goe’virr sent reeling earlier–its ‘face dimmer, but still glowing!
“Hells… there’s gonna be another meeting about this, isn’t there?” Groans the Molegg as an unnerving grinding noise creaks out from his shoulders!
“Not if we clean it all up!” Hisses the Durher through clenched teeth! “Most of the passengers are still watching that ‘performance’--we patch the hole up and track down whoever put it there… Breezy Bells!”
“Heh. Performance…” The Molegg remarks as you creep your way towards your cabin, “You a Lutza fan?”
“Not in the least… but my kits never shut up about her.”
Slipping into your cabin with Rezzie in tow and no one the wiser, you gently drop the devil onto one of the plush chairs, earning a mumble of approval from the drowsy demon! Glad she approves…
Watching her snore peacefully despite taking a piece of architecture to the face, you can’t help but let a smile form on your face… the jury’s out on whether she was serious about aiming for you or just being her usual prickly self, but one thing’s for certain:
You’re really, REALLY happy she’s okay. Especially knowing where she was headed when you last spoke… and what you said before she took off.
Taking a step towards the door, you pause as an idea or two comes to mind: you really oughta’ check in with Tzah-Tzie, Lutza, and Volka, sure, but there’s nothing stopping Rezzie from waking up and torching the whole train! Well, the Teksouls and Mage Conductors might have a thing or two to say about it, but…
Well, there IS the PHEROMONE CABIN SETTING. And the PACIFICATION POULTICE. Hell, you have quite a bit of BOOZE too, but you’re not ready to meet Drunk Rezalith. The question is:
What do?
>Check in on Lutza and TT!
>Try to wake up Rezzie now!
AND!
>Activate PHEROMONES (MODERATE)
>Activate PHEROMONES (LIGHT)
>Activate PHEROMONES (EXTRA)
>Apply PACIFICATION POULTICE!
>Leave TREATS!
>ACTIVATE EASEFLOAT!
>Put MITARAAN AMULET on the doorhandle!
>Just leave! She’ll be here!
>Write-In!
>>6275401>Check in on Lutza and TT!>Activate PHEROMONES (LIGHT)>Apply PACIFICATION POULTICE!>Leave TREATS!Let's, uh, give her a while to calm down.
>>6275401>Check in on Lutza and TT!>Activate PHEROMONES (EXTRA)>Apply PACIFICATION POULTICE!>Leave TREATS!
Guys, wouldn't using the poultice now like..waste it? We need it to be able to actually speak truthfully with her right?
>>6275508Fair.
>>6275404Changing POULTICE to
>Put AMULET ON DOORHANDLEI still think we should do the pheromones and treats. Nothing too heavy but just enough to not make her instantly wanna kill us later
>>6275401>Check in on Lutza and TT!>Activate PHEROMONES (EXTRA)>Put MITARAAN AMULET on the doorhandle!Let's go get our gal.
tegaki
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>>6275431>>6275510>>6275567THE TALLY:
>PHEROMONES(LIGHT):1>PHEROMONES(EXTRA):2>TREATS: 2>POULTICE (WHEN THE TIMES COMES): 1>AMULET: 2Whoof, my bad--made a lot of silly choices on my part here. For the record I woulda had you guys use the Poultice later, but that miscommunication's on me. I apologize. Here's a spicy pic of your favorite Dark Quest Character to make up for it. WRITING
>>6275567+1, for the record
The poultice can wait until she’s awake, but the real trick is gonna be making sure she doesn’t turn this Skyrail into a FRYrail! Clearing your throat a few times to get the Concierge’s attention, you take your MITAARAN AMULET and loop it around the door handle.
Needless to say, it takes you a few tries.
”Greetings, esteemed traveler! Call me Oot!”
‘ACTIVATE PHEROMONES’, you command-
I’ll be your Teksoul Concierge for this journey!”
PHEROMONES!
”How may I make your trip nicer today”
PHER.O.MONES!
‘Oot’s’ ‘eyes’ flicker a bit as they catch up with your commands.
“Command recognized. Ordering twenty SALTSTONES-”
PHEROMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONES!
You leave the cabin about ten minutes later just as the air starts to get, well, flowery. A part of you worries what Rezzie will be like soaking up all of that lovey-dovey relaxo-crap, but she’s a tough gal… What's the worst that could happen?
Right?
Nope, too many fryer baskets in the oil right now. One at a time, Ant! Scampering down the corridor towards the LEISURE CART, you kick it into overdrive when you fail to hear anything on your approach! Diving through the door like an Anton-sized missile, your eyes widen in horror when neither Lutza or TT are anywhere to be seen!
… Okay, you know it’s dark, but seriously, though! Where are they!? There’s still quite a crowd, of course, but the stage appears to be empty… aside from a few Teksouls milling about…
“AAAAAAAAAAAANTTT!”
Now it’s your turn to be hit by a missile–this one soft, small, and TREMBLING with energy as she crashes into your side! Hopping up and down with a look on her face akin to a kid who just won a Little League Game, TT looks LOADS happier than she did the last time you saw her!
“DIDJASEEDIDJASEEDIDJASEE!?”
Errr, the duel? Did she win?
“THERE you are!”
Lumbering over with fresh drinks in her claws comes Volka, the girl wearing an expression somewhere between relief and bamboozlement! “Didn’t even realize ya’ ran off, Rook! Hells…”
No worries, you reply, abandoning your efforts to shake Tzah-Tzie off of your leg, you uh… got some help. Situation’s resolved!
>CONTD.
>>6275696“Oh, well that’s a relief!” Sighs the Skog as she reaches down to give TT’s hair a tousle! “Shoulda’ seen this little spitfire, though! What an act!”
Yea, you blink, she’s… she’s all done? She’s not arrested? What happened?
“What happened,” The Spinner replies with a cocksure grin on her smug face, “Is the Conductors broke up the performance!”
Another blink. Isn’t that… bad?
“Bad?” She repeats, cocking her head to the side, “Why would that be bad?”
Well, you retort with a nervous smile, she didn’t… get her instrument back… right?
“Ah, there you are.”
Appearing at your side with the usual professionalism chiseled into his face, Joplin looks you up and down before continuing. “Is the matter handled?”
Yea, you nod, Lutza’s safe… and so is the train. Her stalkers were gonna blow it sky-high! If that startles the Gnok, he doesn’t show it.
“Yes, the sudden activity among the Conductors would appear to corroborate that. You have our thanks, Mr. Peas… and our reward, as agreed upon.” He concludes, handing over a weighty pouch of bells!
+3000 BELLS! NEW TOTAL: 7600!
“Gee,” Giggles Tzah-Tzie as her tail gently strokes your leg, “Dunno why, but you suddenly look a whole lot cuter, Ant~”
“Monetary worth has no demonstrated effect on ‘cuteness’.” Drones Lutza’s manager with nary a blink! “On a separate, but equally-important note, I’d like to go over the logistics for the Lutza Versus Tzah-Tzie…” He pauses to release a disgusted groan, “‘SLAMboree’.”
And there it is, confused blink number three! Your eyes are proper moisturized now!
“Like it?” Smiles the Spinner as she gives her tail a playful flick! “Course ya’ do–I came up with it~”
TT, you hiss through clenched and very perplexed teeth, explain.
“Allow me.” Joplin interrupts while TT continues to smug it up at your side, “Stupid, reckless, and litigious actions aside, your friend’s little challenge made the crowd ‘go wild’, to use the common vernacular.” A rare twinkle appears in the corner of Joplin’s steely eye! “We wish to capitalize on their fervor.”
“A concert, Ant!” The Spinner snickers as she gives your robe an excited tug! “A whole crowd of people watching me DESTROY Lutza! And we’ll get paid!”
“I can’t speak on the first point, but the second is a guarantee, yes.” Nods the Gnok before shooting you a wary glance. “We’ll have to set a date, of course, as well as a venue. What are your thoughts?”
The questions pile onto you like a sack full of anvils! C-can we talk about it later?
“We can, but time is, as they say, money.” Joplin sighs. “Worry not about your long-term arrangements–I’m of the opinion that we capitalize on this sooner rather than later. One performance. One venue. One ‘duel’.”
>CONTD.
>>6275698“Ain’t it great, Rook!?” Volka grins, pouring both handfuls of drinks into her mouth! “Bet we could have the concert anywhere we’d like, too!”
“Within reason, of course.” Smirks the manager. “Oh, and before I forget: Miss Lutza requested to speak with you upon completion of your task.” His eyes narrow like a hawk’s. “Alone.”
“Nope~” Chirps TT as her tail wraps possessively around you, “She’ll have to meet with the whole team! Them’s the rules!”
Now it’s Volka’s turn to blink in confusion. “... That’s a rule?”
“Shut up, Volkie~”
Okay, okay, okay… everyone back the heck up for a second! Especially Tzah-Tzie… and put that tail away!
What do?
>The duel… What happened, exactly?>Joplin, aren’t you worried about Lutza’s Stalkers?>Can we talk about the concert in Umberal? Later?>About this concert…>TT, you’ve got a LOT of explaining to do.>Where’s Lutza? You can talk to her now!>Write-In!
>>6275699>Can we talk about the concert in Umberal? Later?We're currently dealing with uh...the aftermath of those stalkers, and don't have much time.
>Where’s Lutza? You can talk to her now!Better get it out of the wa quickly.
And finally, if we actually have to meet Lutza alone
>Quietly pull the two aside and tell them to stay out of our cabin while we're meeting with Lutza. We'll explain it later.
>>6275699>About this concert…TT, we're trying to, you know, DO A THING assassinate your husband and maybe some other dangerous bigwigs which kind of requires a low profile, REMEMBER???
>Joplin, aren’t you worried about Lutza’s Stalkers?Give him an out, too. Tell him about the Burrower cukt trying to assassinate and murder his client to puppeteer her corpse.
>>6275702Ah yes, the thing - do they actually even know that TT is that girl? Rolo only recognized her from up close, and I don't remember if they ever said her name.
>>6275703They may reocgnize her once she's on stage and playing/singing, and especially if word gets out that she's traveling with Anton Peas and Volka of the Lamplighters, who are on the Spice Cartel's radar.
>>6275705Well obviously *we're* going to keep a low profile.
If anything, the concert might actively work to our favour by giving us an "excuse" to be in Umberal. As far as the Cartel knowns, Anton and Volka are all the way down south.
But like I said, that's why we should talk about it later. Right now we've got stuff to deal with, like Rezzie and whatever Lutza wants to say.
>>6275701+1
I'll also add we should speak with Lutza alone. She deserves her privacy.
>>6275701>>6275709>Talk concert later!>LUTZA!>Guys stay outta my roooooooooooooom>>6275702>TT, what happened to laying low, idiot cat>Joplin, about those stalkers...Writing!
This… is a lot to take in right now. A LOT! Picking Tzah-Tzie up by the scruff of her neck, you start by sending an apologetic grin Joplin’s way! C-can um… can we-
“Go over the details later? Naturally.” He nods as the corner of his mouth twitches upwards for a moment! “Haste makes waste, does it not? Miss Lutza was right about you, Mr. Peas–you’re a consummate professional.”
Y-yep, you nod, that’s what they call me! A singular laugh that sounds more like the clearing of a throat leaves the Gnok’s pursed lips.
“Very well. We’ll be staying in the CRYSTALMELT LODGE for the duration of our stay in Umberal. Simply inform the front desk that you have some TAIL CREAM to deliver–I’ll ensure they know where to send you.”
Damn… speaking of professional… Oh, and about that stalker–
Your explanation is cut short by an immaculately-kept claw pressing against your lips! W-what the hell!?
“You may give your report to Miss Lutza when you meet her,” Joplin explains in a hushed, but still totally professional tone, “It’s a bit… crowded here, yes?”
Oh! Yea, totally! Good save, dude! Where, uh… where can you-
“Twice the cabin we originally met in.” The manager replies flatly. “Spared no expense.”
Oh man, MATH!? You’ll just have to suss it out after this… sensing that you’re done, the manager straightens whatever he’s wearing before stooping low to meet TT’s dangling gaze! “As for you, rascal,” The Gnok retrieves something from his pockets and places it in the Spinner’s claws. “Do reach out if you ever want to put that talent to good use.”
“H-haaah?”
“You’re welcome.” Nods the Gnok! “Now then, if you’ll excuse me, I have some grievances to air about the security on this Skyrail.”
Vanishing into the crowd like a vampire, Joplin leaves you to manage your own miscreants… namely the capricious catthing currently dangling from your fingers! Before you can get a word in, Tzah-Tzie explodes into cheerful giggles that send her spinning like a fuzzy pinata!
“How about THAT, Ant!?” She squeals, her manic laughter spreading to Volka as well! “A real manager! And a concert! With a real AUDIENCE!” Grabbing Volka’s claws, the two dance as best they can with one of them balancing a drink and the other dangling from your hand! Isn’t she forgetting something?
“Oh… OH!” Wrapping her tail around your trunk, TT reels herself in close enough to plant a wet kiss on your lips! “Thanks for telling me that bitch was onboard, Ant!” A sly grin forms on her face as she stares you down with half-lidded eyes! “Gonna have to put that slumber party on hold, Volkie–Anton here is gonna need some EXTRA-special attention tonight… for the next few nights, I think~”
>CONTD.
>>6275783“D’aww…” Volka sighs, “Well I hope she can help ya’ with your sleeping problems, Rook! Exercising before bed usually do it fer’ me!”
“Oh, we’ll be doing plenty of exercising~”
“Swell!”
TT, you frown, desperately struggling to fight off the enticing images forming in your head, what happened to keeping a low profile? Wasn’t that, y’know, the whole point?
And just like that, all of the enthusiasm drains from the Durher’s face like water from a flushed toilet leaving nothing but a mixture of shock and embarrassment on the Spinner’s face!
“C-course I remembered…”
SHE TOTALLY DIDN’T, DID SHE!?
“L-look,” She stammers in a placating tone as you take a few steps away from the concerned stares being hurled at you by the Leisure Cart patrons, “Maybe it’s a good cover! The Spicys wouldn’t dare try anything before or after the concert!”
Uh-huh, you nod, still not completely convinced, what else does she got?
“A-and they would have found out we were there eventually anyways!” She continues with a nervous look and laugh! “S-so now they’ll think we’re here for my grand debut! T-ta-da~”
A baby migraine begins to form in your temples as Tzah-Tzie stares up at you like a mouse about to be eaten by a cat! You’re too busy to get angry about this, you groan, so you’ll chew her out later. Wiggling the catthing around, you manage to put on a small grin. That said, you continue, you are happy for her. Even if this DOES make things really difficult!
“Nyeheheh~s-sorry…” She laughs weakly. Letting her drop to the floor, you turn to face your more-dependable party member! Volka, you sigh, you’re gonna see what Lutza wants to talk about.
“Aye-aye, Rook!” She nods, the salute she gives you causing her drink to spill on the carpet! “C-crud!”
”PlEAse STAnd bacK,” Drones a passing Teksoul as it scurries over to the spill, ”ALLoW ME, MIss…”
“Oh, uh… th-thanks!” Sputters the Skog with embarrassment plastered all over her face!
“D-do you HAVE to?” Whines TT as she clasps your hand between both of hers! “I… I bet she’s just using this as an excuse!”
For what, exactly? TT’s eyes widen as she lays out the conspiracy!
“T-to make a pass at you, of course!” She stammers as if each word was a dagger piercing her chest! “To besmirch and sully the beautiful work of art that… that is US!” Pressing your hand against her cheek, Tzah-Tzie gives it a nuzzle as she puts on a reassuring grin! “But… but you’re better than that, right, Ant? You’re stronger… smarter… bigger...”
>CONTD.
>>6275784The girl paid you 3000 BELLS to deal with her stalker, you retort as you give TT’s ear a playful flick, the least you can do is check in on her! Oh, and stay outta’ the cabin for a bit, you add, earning a pair of intrigued looks from your pals. You can’t go into details now, you continue, but the um… the devil’s in them. The details, that is!
Both Volka and Tzah-Tzie exchange a confused glance.
Just stay outta’ the cabin until you return, you sputter as your migraine reaches adolescence! Trust me!
“Oho~” Purrs the Spinner as she shoots Volka a smug glance, “Guess that means we’ll have to spend some more time here, hmm? Near the games~”
Right, you blink, Volka, mind putting her back in the ca-
“NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”
One commotion and many, MANY scratches and bites later, you decide to leave TT out of the pet carrier, but give Volka full permission to do what needs to be done. Taking some time to explain what that entails when the poor Skog doesn’t seem to understand, you make your way towards Lutza’s OTHER cabin about twenty minutes or so later!
>Roll me 1d100 for reasons! Best of 3!
Rolled 80 (1d100)
>>6275786How curious.
Rolled 28 (1d100)
>>6275786Man, I feel bad for Volka. Maybe we *should* have a sleepover.
Rolled 33 (1d100)
>>6275786
>>6275792Yeah, TT's toit like a toiger and all and apparently has a big back porch but it's not nice to leave Volka alone every night when she's looking forward to a sleepover and she did come on this cockamamie adventure and leave that DAMN HUNK behind just for us.
>>6275788>>6275792>>6275825>HIGHEST ROLL: 80!Writing~
>>6275792Hey, there's nothing stopping ya' from asking her!
>>6275829>spoiler:3
You probably make it about halfway to Lutza’s hiding spot before you realize you’re being followed–not that that’s a big achievement considering how there’s really only one way through the train cars. For what it’s worth, though, whoever your shadow is is doing a damn good job of it–stopping when you stop, lifting their boots high enough to not let them drag… anyone else might have missed them…
But you’re not anyone else!
Taking a few more steps down the corridor, you stealthily remove the TELESCOPING MEATHOOK from your surprisingly-voluminous pockets, wait for the right moment…
And let it drop in your pursuer’s path!
https://youtu.be/Aa-ZIXJdDW4
https://youtu.be/KlP1QlLlk8M
https://youtu.be/TqRIU34MHZQ
https://youtu.be/iDLmYZ5HqgM
Whipping around to face your foe, y-OWWW, FUCK!
… Smack your face right into the wall…
“Oooouughh…” Sighs your shadow, “What the Hells, Ant…”
Peeling your face off the wall, you turn to get a good look at the Dazed Durher laid out on the floor behind you! Tzah-Tzie!?
“H-hey, Ant…” She mutters, her tone seasoned with embarrassment, pain, and a little… sadness? “... The hook? Seriously?”
It worked, didn’t it? Helping the harmonizer back to her feet, you plant your hands on your hips and adopt an adequately irritated expression before asking the question burning a hole in your head:
What is she doing here?
“‘Twice 223’, yea?” She replies, cocking her head to the side. “You’re going the wrong way.”
Truth be told, you have no clue how you managed to find her cabin the first time, you reply with a shrug and a confused grin! Wait a sec–how’d she know about Lutza’s cabin number anyways!? She was in the cage!
TT’s ‘innocent’ gaze evades yours as she gently taps something metal against the wall. “Miiiiiiighta’ stole that Gnok’s Rail Pass.”
TT!
“Shhh!” She sputters with an incredulous look on her face, “I was gonna give it back! A-and I still will! Of course! Honestly, Anton! If trust was water you wouldn’t give me a drop!”
Can she blame you? Did she really come all this way to give you directions? The Spinner squirms under your scrutiny!
“I…” She begins, her eyes slowly wandering back over to yours, “I wanted to talk to you… Alone.”
Your old friend The Pit makes his presence known in your gut as you relax your posture a bit. Okay…?
>CONTD.
>>6275870Steadying herself with a deep sigh as she leans against the wall, the Durher’s gaze falls back to the floor before she begins. “I… I wanted to apologize.”
For what, you ask, crossing your arms as you struggle to determine which of her many petty crimes she’s referring to!
“For… look I… I know I’m not the easiest person to deal with,” She groans, “I know I cause problems wherever I go, and as much as I hate to admit it, I… can understand why you and Volka put me in a damn cage...”
It takes you a moment to realize she’s shivering.
“A-and you… you put so much trust into me,” The Durher continues with a sniffle, “And I don’t know how or WHY you put up with the things that I do, but… but you DO...” Wiping a trickle of tears off her cheek, the girl looks up at you with glistening, watery eyes. “You could… you could have anyone you wanted, Ant… girls who don’t steal... girls who don’t gamble... girls who don’t lose themselves in revenge… someone who isn’t me....”
Her sniffles turn to sobs as you struggle with how to respond. Y-
“Everything’s gotten… gotten so much better since I met you,” TT mutters as a weak smile slinks onto her face! “It’s like our bad luck… I dunno, c-cancels each other out? And I’ve been so caught up in… how good everything’s been that…”
The trembling girl pauses to wipe her nose on her sleeve.
“I forgot all about your happiness… and your feelings…”
That’s not true, you reply with an incredulous scoff, y-
“Neetzshit,” She sputters, “Sleeping with you isn’t CARING about you, Ant–any gal at a cheap Swoos Lounge could give you that… you’ve been so patient... so kind... that I…”
She sinks to the floor with her head buried between her claws. “You’ve given me everything… and I’ve given you nothing...”
“I’m horrible.”
A weak ‘I’m sorry’ is the last thing to leave TT’s lips before she folds into a sobbing mess on the floor.
What do?
>Pick her up!>You haven’t been perfect either…>Apology accepted…>Why does she lose control like that?>That’s valid, but she can’t beat herself up over it…>Stay Silent.>Does she think this can work?>She said before that she didn’t love you…>Write-In!
>>6275871Ah, now that's a hard thing. I'm gonna be honest - I can't say I don't sometimes wish we'd gone for Volka instead, as cute out a girl as she is.
But we're kinda a bit too late to just to
>yeah that seems about right, we can break up now byeSo, uh... I dunno.
>>6275872If you wanna vote for it then vote for it :)
>>6275873Okay but that wouldn't really work?
>Yeah actually bye. Oh hey volka, I just dumped TT, wanna go out?That's not really something that makes sense. It would be forced. And end badly.
>>6275873Sorry, lemme be more clear since that sounds mega callous: this isn't me trying to give everyone an out, this is Tzah-Tzie reflecting on things, especially when big stuff is, well... around the corner. I won't pretend that she's been perfect...
>>6275876Well, she's certainly been a handful, but I'll admit that it's kinda my fault for not stopping the ""Rush the TT romance" train
But even if I probably would have liked it better if we went for Volka, I'm not just gonna vote for Anton to do a 180° on his personality. That would not be good questing.
>>6275880I still am on Team Rezzie. Ride or die!
>>6275871But since I like the platonic dynamic we have with Rezdawg these days, and Volka deserves to be better than someone's second choice...
and because bratty trashy shortstacks are my kryptonite...
>You haven’t been perfect either…We're a disaster magnet dragging her on a dangerous demon-quest. Our ex is possibly literally gunning for us. We're a klutz and sometimes a grouch.
>Does she think this can work?>Because if so... You want to try! Really!This will NOT be a repeat of Liz.
>>6275890Meh, Anton has been pretty damn good on Zoral. It's not like I just wanna drop her either, but I feel like just going "nah it's cool we both suck" feels a bit too much.
>second choiceNot *my* second choice...
>>6275871Alright, well, I guess I gotta vote for something. So let me try something that might at least show Anton isn't just a total pushover.
>She said before that she didn’t love you…>Stay Silent. If she can't even say that after all we did, she needs to do some thinking on what she wants.
>>6275871>>6275895TT is certainly being vulnerable here...but I think anon has a point. She really should be able to say she loves us after all we did for her and with her.
I'll support this unless a better idea comes along.
>>6275904Ah, shite, my IP changed again. Annoying.
My last ID was
>>6275792, and the one before that
>>6275709
>>6275890>I'm not perfect!>Can this work?>I wanna try!>>6275895>>6275904>She said before she didn't love you>Stay silent.Ooh, scrumptious! Writing!
tttalk
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You open your mouth to tell Tzah-Tzie it’s okay–that you’re no saint either…
But the words die long before they reach your lips, the hesitation only digging the pit in your gut into a chasm. You’ve always been quick to let the blame fall on yourself, but in this case, well… Can you really say anything Tzah-Tzie said isn’t true?
Sensing your hesitation, the musician peeks through her finger fortress with her big, bloodshot eyes.
“... Anton?”
It’s not an act, you can surmise that much, but you can tell she’s waiting for you to do something… anything.
As usual.
The thought dips into your mind for a moment, tops, but once it does the whole thing is poisoned. she said it herself: you’ve been a paragon of patience! Constantly reeling her in! Putting up with her petty crimes! Adapting to plans SHE told you to follow! And for what? A roll in the sack? A kind word here and there? You’ve been turning down girls left and right–hell, you’ve gotten more action here in Zoral than you ever did at home!
“Ant…”
It’s only after she says your name a second time that you realize your teeth are clenched–fists are balled up at your sides. What’s she playing at here, really? Did she really want to have a heart-to-heart?
Or is she just feeling possessive?
Every question you ask yourself brings you back to the same, gut-wrenching moment: your conversation after barely escaping the casino.
When she said she wasn’t sure if she loved you.
Taking a deep breath, you level your eyes with hers and tell her what’s on your mind: she said before… that she didn’t love you.
Your words hit her like a boulder–her eyes widening as she realizes what you just dropped into her lap. Wiping the tears from her soggy face, Tzah-Tzie’s eyes find a spot on the wall across from her as she digests what you said.
“You’re right,” she croaks with a weary look on her face, “I hurt you there too, didn’t I?” She steals a sad glance at your face and sniffs. “It left a scar.”
You stay silent. It certainly stuck with you.
“Do you know how many songs there are about love?” The Spinner asks, shooting you a sidelong glance. “Stories? Poems?” Her eyes sink to the floor as if she’d stopped to do a recount. “I lost track growing up… spent my days getting lost in some dusty corner of our two-story library when I was able to slip out of my lessons.” A rueful laugh wriggles free of her lips. “I can still feel the soreness on my claws from feeling so many words… must have spent years hidden away in that forest of fiction… stories. Music. Art. They kept me alive.”
A nostalgic smile works its way onto her damp face. “Never really understood art’s version of love, though. The hero beats the monster, he whisks the princess away…”
She pauses as if waiting for an answer.
“... and that’s that.”
‘Happily Ever After’...
>CONTD.
tttalk2
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>>6275938“Yea…” Nods the Bard, “‘Happily Ever After’...” Her smile fades. “Never quite figured out that part. Guess it’s not as exciting.”
Tzah-Tzie sniffs a bit as she hugs her tail close like a blanket. “ My parents weren’t happy. Not with each other, at least.” She continues with a sigh. “They’d sit together at dinners and dance a bit at balls, but at home? You’d think they were just two people passing each other on the street.”
TT scoffs. “Mum always said that marriage was love’s greatest reward.” A shiver passes through the Spinner. “And when I was betrothed to… to Vhale,” She adds, her voice cracking at her suitor’s name, “I prayed... prayed to every and any god that was listening that… that she was wrong.”
Steadying herself with another breath, TT turns her wide, watery eyes your way. “I still don’t know what love means… not really.” A half-smile creeps onto her face. “Heard the word bouncing off the wall back in my Swoos Lounge days… moaned in bed… sung in ballads…”
Tzah-Tzie bites her lip as she carefully weighs her next words. “So when you told me that back then, Ant, I got scared. So scared I couldn’t even really explain it…” Another sniff. “And you were so understanding and kind that… that I thought you understood.”
She wipes another tear off her cheek. “But I hurt you… and now I’m…” Her lip trembles as her mind catches up with her emotions. “I’m starting to realize just how deep that wound is…”
Stifling a gasping sob, Tzah-Tzie tries her best to keep her waterlogged eyes locked with yours. “I still don’t know what love is, Ant… but…”
…but?
>CONTD.
tttalk3
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>>6275940Tugging on her ears for strength, the Spinner spews words at you at rapid-fire speed!
“But I can’t sleep soundly without you next to me anymore! My stomach hurts if you aren’t close enough! Every time you run off alone, I count the minutes until you come back! The face you make when tasting new food makes mine taste WAY better! When you smile at me my innards twist up and my cheeks get really hot! When you pick me up you make me feel like a princess being rescued in one of my stories! When you pet my tail and gimme belly rubs I feel like I could MELT! When you tell me not to worry, I know you’ll keep me safe! Wh-when you carry me on your back, I feel like I’m flying!”
TT-
“I WANT… I WANT TO TRAVEL WITH YOU TO THE ENDS OF THE WORLD! I WANNA STAY UP ALL NIGHT WITH YOU, EVEN IF IT’S JUST SNUGGLING! I WANNA KISS YOU UNTIL YOUR SKIN GETS SORE! I WANNA HAVE BIG, FANCY PARTIES AND INVITE ALL OF OUR FRIENDS! I WANNA TELL OUR KITS HOW WE MET AND ALL OF OUR STORIES… EVEN THE EMBARRASSING ONES! I WANNA DRINK, GAMBLE, AND PLAY WITH YOU! I WANT TO WRITE SONGS AND STORIES AND… AND DIARY ENTRIES ABOUT HOW MUCH YOU MEAN TO ME! A-AND… AND I WANT TO TALK TO YOU! ABOUT EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING… BECAUSE YOU TURN THE DULL INTO SOMETHING EXCITING! AND I… and I….”
Gasping for air, the girl tumbles to the floor in a panting, cackling heap, her face soaking the carpet with tears!
“I… want my ‘Happily Ever After’ with you, Ant… and no one else… so… so tell me…”
She looks up at you from the floor with a weak, but hopeful smile.
“Does… does that… sound like… love?”
What do?
>I think so, yea.>Pick the poor thing up!>This… is a lot, TT…>I’m not sure…>Stay silent.>Write-In!
tttalk3
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>>6275940Tugging on her ears for strength, the Spinner spews words at you at rapid-fire speed!
“But I can’t sleep soundly without you next to me anymore! My stomach hurts if you aren’t close enough! Every time you run off alone, I count the minutes until you come back! The face you make when tasting new food makes mine taste WAY better! When you smile at me my innards twist up and my cheeks get really hot! When you pick me up you make me feel like a princess being rescued in one of my stories! When you pet my tail and gimme belly rubs I feel like I could MELT! When you tell me not to worry, I know you’ll keep me safe! Wh-when you carry me on your back, I feel like I’m flying!”
TT-
“I WANT… I WANT TO TRAVEL WITH YOU TO THE ENDS OF THE WORLD! I WANNA STAY UP ALL NIGHT WITH YOU, EVEN IF IT’S JUST SNUGGLING! I WANNA KISS YOU UNTIL YOUR SKIN GETS SORE! I WANNA HAVE BIG, FANCY PARTIES AND INVITE ALL OF OUR FRIENDS! I WANNA TELL OUR KITS HOW WE MET AND ALL OF OUR STORIES… EVEN THE EMBARRASSING ONES! I WANNA DRINK, GAMBLE, AND PLAY WITH YOU! I WANT TO WRITE SONGS AND STORIES AND… AND DIARY ENTRIES ABOUT HOW MUCH YOU MEAN TO ME! A-AND… AND I WANT TO TALK TO YOU! ABOUT EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING… BECAUSE YOU TURN THE DULL INTO SOMETHING EXCITING! AND I… and I….”
Gasping for air, the girl tumbles to the floor in a panting, cackling heap, her face soaking the carpet with tears!
“I… want my ‘Happily Ever After’ with you, Ant… and no one else… so… so tell me…”
She looks up at you from the floor with a weak, but hopeful smile.
“Does… does that… sound like… love?”
What do?
>I think so, yea.>Pick the poor thing up!>This… is a lot, TT…>I’m not sure…>Stay silent.>Write-In!
>>6275943>I think so, yea.
>>6275943>I think so, yea. Not like I got a better answer.>Pick the poor thing up!
>>6275943>Pick the poor thing up!>I'd prefer to hear your answerI ain't giving up until she's the one who says it dawg. She owes us that much at least.
>>6275943> "Yes."> Pick the poor thing up!
>>6275943>Pick the poor thing up!>I'd prefer to hear your answerI also want to hear her say it.
>>6276060Oops, ignore that.
>>6276008>>6276009>>6276030>>6276048>>6276060THE TALLY:
>I think so, yea: 2>Uppies: 4>I wanna hear your answer: 2>Yes: 1Sheesh, you guys are really making the poor girl work for it! Writing!
>>6276085Hey man, I would have been happier with Volka. If I can't get to do that stuff with her the least that the cat can do is say it.
A true Volka fan does not besmirch TT.
>>6276095If Anton can say it, she can say it too.
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Picking the poor thing up and cradling her in your arms like a pomeranian, you open your mouth to say ‘yes’ when it hits you:
”Do you even know what that means?”
Love? You replied with a goofy smile, course you do! As per usual, Liz merely stared you down through her slick shades. You’d never get used to that.
“Well go on then, ‘teach’,” She replied, resting her chin on her palm as her mouth moved a fraction of an inch towards a smile, “Dazzle me.”
She had a nasty habit of getting you to stick your foot in your mouth, that Liz… and the strange part is that you found it kinda endearing. Well, you sputtered, love is… it’s when…
When, y’know… people really like each other… but… but not just like, y’know, they… there’s… s-sex… and flowers, maybe?
The girl merely stared you down like you were speaking Martian before gracing you with her world-famous sarcasm.
“By Jove, Anton, I do believe you convinced me.” Reaching out to give your shaggy mane a good tousle, Liz cradled your cheeks in her roughshod, but gentle hands before bringing you in for a kiss… and a quiet laugh at your expense.
“Dumbass.”
Fine then, you grumbled, not bothering to try and escape her clutches, so what’s HER definition, huh? Liz removed her hands from your cheeks to rub her chin in mock contemplation.
“I think love… is like a gun.” You probably got out a quarter of a laugh before her stern glare shut your ass up! “It comes in all shapes and sizes… it can be modified based on the owner’s preferences…” And just like that, she’s back to staring you down. “And, most importantly, dear Anton… it can hurt someone if you don’t know what the hell you’re doing with it.”
Huh, you remarked, your eyes drifting away from her and out to the sea surrounding the boardwalk, that’s… yea, okay…
“So,” The girl added, cocking her head to the side as she took a seat on the pier’s railing, “Do you?”
You blinked. Do I…?
The setting sun set her fiery hair ablaze. “Do you love me?”
“Ant…?”
Shaking the memory off like a wet dog, you turn to address the catthing still cradled in your arms like a baby–not that she seems to mind. I, you begin, I think you should just… say it.
The Durher’s eyes widen.
Y’know, see how it feels! Try it on for size!
>CONTD.
>>6276138“... You’re right,” She nods, weighing your words like the wisdom of a sage, “It’s just like tuning a Striilii–gotta… gotta play it by ear, right?” Slapping her cheeks a few times for good measure, Tzah-Tzie stares at you with unheard amounts of intensity before going for broke!
“Anton Peas,” she declares with the intensity of a judge giving a sentence, “I, Tzah-Tzie, l-”
And just like that the bravado is gone–scattered to the wind by a crack in her voice! “I… I LOVE you, Anton…”
As the words leave the Durher’s lips, the clouds part from her demeanor entirely leaving only a bright, excited grin in their wake! “Y-YEA!” She sputters as she assaults your face with kisses, “I LOVE you, Ant! LOVE, LOVE, LOVE!”
Wrapping her arms around your neck with a playful giggle, the girl looks up at you with misty eyes! “I was right, wasn’t I? Love is… is all of that stuff I said!”
Yea, you nod, love is all of that stuff. And then some.
“Love is what you make of it, huh?” TT remarks, mulling over her own words like a student. “That’s good! That’s good...”
The moment is cut short by the sound of a cabin door creaking open behind you revealing a very tired-looking Chytree!
“Yea, happy for you and all,” He drones, clearly having just woken up, “But you guys are being extremely loud?”
Oh, you stammer, m-my bad!
“Just… congrats, but…” Sliding the door shut with a vague grunt, the passenger leaves both you and Tzah-Tzie staring at each other like a pair of kids that just got caught smooching at Makeout Point!
Soooo…
“Let me uh… let me help you find the cabin.” Mutters the musician as she wriggles free of your lap. “Oh, and Ant?”
Yea?
The Durher locks eyes with you as a mischievous grin forms on her face! “I meant what I said about ‘Happily Ever After’, y’know.” Leaning in to plant another smooch on your lips, the girl cocks her head to the side with a victorious laugh! “I’ll love you even after Ever After.” She winks. “That’s a Tzah-Tzie guarantee~”
Anything else you say or do before heading to Lutza’s cabin?
>You love her too!>Any other questions about, well… us?>She mentioned kits…>What’s she gonna do while you talk to her, uh, pal?>How are she and Volka doing?>Nah!>Kiss that catthing!>Write-In!
>>6276139Well, we really oughta go speak to Lutza, but there's no reason to not tease her, so...
>She mentioned kits…
>>6276139>You love her too!C'mon, She deserves that.
>She mentioned kits…
>>6276139>You love her too!>She mentioned kits…Do we even know if we *can* have kids with her? I suppose finding out would he good, but I don't see how other than uh, testing it, and it probably wouldn't end well if the answer was "yes"
>>6276143>KITS>>6276151>>6276160>YOU LOVE HER TOO>ALSO KITSSee, I write these choices down, right? And I know they'll be asked, but a part of me... and just a little, teensy part of me, mind, but a LOUD part of me, says 'Nah, no way will they pick this one, right? Nuh-uh." And yet here I am. I dunno why I'm writing all of this, just... just thinking, I suppose. And the coffee.
WRITING!
>>6276160THE FIRST HUMAN/DURHER HYBRID WILL BE BORN SOON.
NGHGHGHG.
>>6276168Anton is a shrimple man.
It is what it is.
>>6276169>THE FIRST HUMAN/DURHER HYBRID WILL BE BORN SOON.And the second...and the third....and the fourth...you do remember what TT said about Durher reproduction, right?
With everything officially laid out in the open, you take a satisfied breath while Tzah-Tzie skips down the corridor humming like a schoolgirl! It feels like such a small detail in retrospect, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t feeling loads better than before… and what better way to celebrate than by teasing your favorite fuzzball?
One more thing, you begin, prompting the performer to skid to a halt and send a sunny grin your way!
“Anything~” She coos, her tail wagging so hard it smacks the walls like a club!
Well, you shrug, in her speech she mentioned having kits and-
Presto Change-O: the girl’s now MORTIFIED! Stammering up a storm, Tzah-Tzie snatches her wagging tail and presses it close to her chest as she struggles to put out an answer!
“O-of COURSE you’d pick THAT out of all the beautiful things I said!” She whines, wringing her tail between her claws like a wet towel! “Mister Predictable, ladies and gentlemen! You’re insufferable, you know that!?”
You’ve been called worse. She hasn’t answered your question, by the way–what was that ab-
“I heard ya’ the FIRST time!” She snarls, smacking her head in self-inflicted punishment! “Stupid, stupid, stupid…” Turning her freshly-fierce face your way, the Spinner scowls as she struggles to come up with an answer. “I mean… I would like them eventually...”
With that, her face disappears behind her tail again. “... If you would…”
Would… Does she think that would even work? You’re a human and she’s a Durher, so-
“I dunno!” She replies in a tone usually reserved for answering when someone asks what you want for dinner, “Maybe we can, maybe we can’t! Guess we won’t know til’ we try a few dozen times…” A devious smirk forms on her face! “Oh no...”
There’s never been any hybrids of anything running around? No Skurers? Moltrees? Mzz’goe’veeti?
“Not to my knowledge, no…” Frowns the furball. “Can we worry about that later, though?” She grimaces. “Like… much later? I tolja’ before, Durher kits are… they can be a handful.”
What was the number again? Eight in a litter?
“Pfft!” Snickers the Spinner, “Yea, at LEAST! Didn’t I tell you I was one of twelve?”
NGH!
“And that was my mom’s first batch.”
GCK!
“Uh-huh,” She nods with a smile in her tone, “Enjoy your freedom while it lasts, bub, cuz when Durhers are ready, well…” A sinister glimmer appears in her eye. “We’re READY.”
Trotting over to give your hand a squeeze, you remain catatonic as the catthing’s tail caresses your leg. “Pick your tongue back up off the floor, Ant. We’ve got ‘Happily Ever After’ to think about it, remember?”
>CONTD.
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>>6276185R-right, you nod, still dizzy from the possibility of having close to half of a fuzzy-eared baseball team in your future, you’ll uh… l-let’s worry about it later…
“Just keep plenty of Anklebiters handy, yea?” She adds as she teasingly bumps your leg with her hip, “Especially tonight… all that love talk makes me feel all… generous~”
With the matter settled for the time-being, Tzah-Tzie hums happily to herself as she leads you by claw down the corridor like a parent taking their kid to the restroom. The rest of the trip is relatively quiet, but you can tell just by proximity that the girl is positively GLOWING... even more so than after a night of your usual antics!
“446, sir!” She announces, drumming her claws against a cabin door like she was a Conductor herself, “Oh, and tips are very much appreciated!”
Here’s a tip, you reply with a cheeky grin, hang out with better humans. The quip earns you a playful jab to the leg! Owww…
“Quiet, you.” TT grumbles with a wry smirk. “I already sunk my claws into the best human, thank you very much~”
Yea? Wait til’ she sees Earth! The Durher defiantly shakes her head!
“Nope! Made my choice! I’m a girl of principles, y’know!”
Punctuating her sentence with a giggle, TT moves to leave you to your meeting. WAIT, you exclaim, you-
“I know, I know,” She groans, rolling her eyes in mock annoyance, “Volkie and I’ll stay away from the cabin…” The Spinner frowns in quiet contemplation. “For whatever reason you have.”
Just… give it a bit, okay? Tzah-Tzie shrugs. “Sure, why not? Meet us in the Dining Cart when you’re done–I’m starving.”
One more thing, you add, the girl squeaking in surprise as you pick her up and plant a kiss on her lips, you love her… okay?
If Durhers could melt, she’d be doing it right now! “I… I love you too, Ant~” TT babbles as her tail wraps around your leg! “Y’know… you don’t HAVE to meet her yet-”
Uh-uh, nice try! Ignoring her pouting, you place TT back onto the carpet and smile as she makes her exit…
A part of you is anxious as you knock on Lutza’s door, but the rest of you, well… the rest of you feels like everything’s gonna be okay.
>CONTD.
>>6276186“Enter~”
The door opens a moment later bathing you in a familiar flowery aroma–thankfully pheromone-free–and sitting in a chair facing the door is none other than Zoral’s favorite Spinner!
“Hello again, stranger!” She giggles before turning her attention to the chair across from her. “Please sit.”
You acquiesce, of course, after shutting the door behind you. That voice, those eyes, that gentle laugh… they all make Lutza a very, very hard girl to say no to. Giving you a once-over, a wry grin forms on the musician’s face as she concludes her analysis.
“... you and Tzah-Tzie are close, aren’t you?”
How did-oh right, you awkwardly laugh, her scent, huh?
“There’s that, yes,” She replies with a nod, “You were too busy pursuing my… fan... to listen to our performance, weren’t you?”
Yea, you reply, did you miss something? The question makes your host smile even more. “Oh, she might’ve dedicated her performance to an unnamed ‘muse’...” She explains with a gentle laugh. “It was nice to see her again… despite the circumstances.”
She seemed happy to run into you again too, you nod, in, uh, her own way…
Lutza’s smile droops. “She has every right to hate me, yes…” Her amethyst eyes meet yours. “But believe me when I say my reasons are just.” Giving her special Striilii a strum, the girl lets out a somber sigh. “She’ll earn her instrument back soon… I’m certain of that.”
A lull blankets the conversation… what do?
>Did she call you here to discuss something?>Can TT have her Striilii now?>About this concert…>Let’s talk about your Stalker…>That favor she promised…>Why do you think she’ll earn it soon?>Write-In!
>>6276187>Did she call you here to discuss something?>That favor she promised…If we're not using the favor to set up a duel, what do you anons think we should use it for?
>>6276187>That favor she promised...>>6276188We can probably get some random junk autographed (or scentgraphed? However it works in le darkness) and sell it to the highest bidder for FAT STACKS or as BRIBERY tools.
The duel is probably the better option though
>>6276190She already *has* the duel, dummy. Anyway, maybe asking about the cartel would be better. She's totally got information about it, and we're not exactly on an easy job here.
>6276191
Fair, fair, half awake
We either get info or we milk a shit ton of bells via Famous Cat Merch.
Either or is good in my books4
>>6276187>Did she call you here to discuss something?We can think of a favor next time we see her. We'll probably know what we need when we arrive in Umberal. Let's finish this so we can go deal with Rezzie.
>>6276188>>6276190>>6276197THE TALLY:
>DISCUSS: 2>FAVOR: 2Writing! I'll just assume y'all don't have a favor in mind yet--you can figure it out when you get... to UMBERAL!!!!!
Damn, I take a day off and the anons really gave TT the gears, huh? Glad it worked out, somehow.
Comfy as this conversation is, you’ve probably already left Rezzie to her own devices for long enough! Important though the conversation you have with TT may be, none of this will matter if the pissed-off demon decides to tear the train apart! So, you begin, clearing your throat as you get comfortable, was there a reason she called you here alone?
“Straight to business. Good.” Rising from her seat, the Spinner approaches you with an uncertain expression. “First, let me apologize in advance…” The girl makes a point to clear her throat before continuing. “There are some… topics... I won’t be able to expand on due to… contractual obligations.”
You scowl. The one Joplin mentioned about the Spicys, right? Must be some contract… Lutza nods with a sad glimmer in her eyes. “You could say that, yes…”
What did they make her agree to anyways? Knowing them it was something crappy, right? The Durher nods. Care to elaborate?
“I… can’t.”
She can’t… or she won’t?
“... Yes.”
D’oh! Well if that’s the case, you’ll just have to make do! What can she talk about? Lutza takes a seat on a nearby chair’s armrest.
“There’s a man in… that organization,” she hisses, wincing in unseen pain! “I believe… you know him…”
You open your mouth to ask who, but the girl shakes her head. “You… know…”
Okay, you frown, this guy she’s talking about: what does-
“He should die.”
Oh, you remark with a surprised blink, that’s… ah. Does… does Joplin know about this? Does he care?
“Yes and no,” Smiles the Spinner, clearly relieved to change to a topic she can speak more on, “Joplin has little love for those people. He’s as trustworthy as he is professional.”
DAAAAYYYYUUUUMMMM! Lutza nods in amused assent!
“Yep!” She giggles before putting back on a straight face. “That said, I don’t want him or my security detail to be put at risk, hence why I wanted to speak with you alone.”
Okay, you reply, scratching your neck with a nervous chuckle, but why you? What’s so special?
“I know what occurred in that casino was no accident,” Lutza replies with a glimmer in her gem-like eyes! “When I saw you throwing… their... property into chaos… I realized you were the first in ages to send them scattering like that.”
The Spicys? The Durher Nods.
>CONTD.
>>6276245“I’ll be blunt: you’re making the right move, taking the fight to them.” A faint smirk forms on the Spinner’s face. “Appearances aside, their leadership is gobsmacked by what happened… and if you let them, they’ll regroup, draft plans, and make the remainder of you and your friend’s short lives a living Hell.” The Durher steeples her fingers in front of her stern face. “I can help you reach them.”
The concert… Lutza shrugs.
“One avenue, yes, but my… unique status… can possibly get you into some of their more-guarded strongholds as well.”
That sounds great, you interrupt, but she didn’t ans-
“I know you’re not a Gnok,” She interrupts right back! “And I know you aren’t from here.” She sends a reassuring smile your way. “But I also know whatever you did before burned that whole casino to the ground. Nothing left but ashes.”
”Hey pard, lemme take the wheel for a second, yea? I wanna show her what we can REALLY do!”
Ignoring RED for now, you cock your head to the side. Suppose you get the job done… what’s in it for you? She already owes you a favor!
“One I intend to pay in full, yes!” Lutza nods with a gracious grin! “But if you can manage this for me, well…” The musician stares you in the eyes with renewed determination! “I’ll do everything and anything in my power to aid you. You’ll have my gratitude and resources til’ the day I stop breathing! And…”
A-and?
The idol answers by thumbing at some fabric on her clothes before shaking herself out of it! “N-nevermind… No offense, Anton, but you smell… well, spoken for.”
Oh… w-well, um…
“Would you be willing to do this for me?” She asks as she innocently cocks her head to the side! “Joplin and the others can’t find out about it, you understand?”
What say ye?
>Leave it to me!>You’ll get back to her!>You don’t think you can…>About the reward…>Where can you find the target?>Can she get you to the target?>About Tzah-Tzie…>Regarding her stalker…>Write-In!>>6276237You can say THAT again!
>>6276246Is she talking about uh...who again? The Spicy Cartel's leader? Some other guy?
>Where can you find the target?>You’ll get back to her!We'll tell her our answer next time, we gotta figure out our plans since we're fighting them. Also, kinda funny she was seemingly about to make some advances on Anton until she learned TT claimed him. That's like...the fourth girl who got her eyes on him? Forget Jhairo, ANTON Is the real Hunk.
>>6276246>Where can you find the target?>You’ll get back to her!Would TT be happy that Lutza backed off when she smelled her on Anton or murderously furious that she even considered making a move on him?
>>6276246>Regarding her stalker…We really ought to tip her off.
>Where can you find the target?>Can she get you to the target?Then focus in, and finally...
>About the reward…The strilii is all we need. Just a guarantee TT will get it back, intact, in one piece, no matter what.
>>6276281Best not to take our chances by telling her. Lutza seems nice. i don't want anyone scratching her eyes out.
>>6276290>The strilii is all we need. Just a guarantee TT will get it back, intact, in one piece, no matter what.Anon, she's been keeping it safe for who knows how many years and said she thinks she'll get it soon. I think the Striili is safe.
>>6276250>>6276281>WHERE TARGET?>YOU'LL GET BACK TO HER ABOUT IT!>>6276290>STALKER!>WHERE TARGET?>CAN SHE GETCHA THERE?>REWARD!Looks like WHERE and MAYBE win it... I'll chuck in telling her about the damn Burrower Cultists too because we might as well, right? Writing!
>>6276291CATTHING FIIIIIGGHT
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This guy she’s talking about, you begin as you lean closer, she can’t tell you who it is?
“N-no…” Lutza hisses through clenched teeth as she nearly tumbles off of her armrest! “I… can’t… but you know…”
Is that right? You haven’t spoken to her about Vhale and you don’t know much about the rest of the Cartel’s Upper Management Staff, so coupled with the fact that you wrecked his casino a few days back, the only person she could really be talking about is…
ROLO!
“Very… Dangerous…” Whines the Durher as her claws grasp her neck! “But… I know… where…”
Before she can share, Lutza’s eyes flutter before the rest of her tumbles to the floor! L-LUTZA, you sputter as you scramble over to assist her, h-hey! Stay with me!
The girl enters a violent coughing fit that sounds unnervingly damp... your hand is already wrapped around a HEALING POTION when the girl lifts her head from the floor and gives you a weary, but reassuring smile.
“I’m…” She wheezes from the ground, “Fine… just… give me a moment…”
O-okay, you nod, just… y’know, holler if you can do anything for her! Your concern earns a laugh out of the sickly Spinner. “Thanks, Anton…” She croaks, still smiling as help her back into her seat, “You’re… very considerate…”
L-let’s change topics, you stammer, your relief still locked in battle with concern, where can you find this guy? She can keep it simple!
“ARENA…” She hisses, clearing her throat with one last cough! “Underground… illegal, but…”
But she can get you in, right? Lutza beams with pride! “Mhm… As a guest, too…”
An illegal arena. You’re guessing there’s more to the story than that… but there are too many known unknowns in your trip right now, especially with Rezzie showing up out of the blue! Look, you begin with an apologetic grin, you wanna help… hell, you might even manage it accidentally! But you can’t 100% promise that-
“It’s fine…” The Durher interrupts with a forgiving smile, “Did Joplin tell you where we’ll be staying in Umberal?”
Yea, you nod, some kind of lodge? Lutza giggles into her palm.
“Best hot springs in the North~” She chirps before her smile droops in realization, “... Maybe if Tzah-Tzie ever forgives me…”
Well, you shrug, she’ll probably like her a LOT more once she hands over that Striilii… Your suggestion earns a weary sigh from the Spinner.
“The day she beats me,” Lutza replies, glancing upward with a hopeful smile, “No one will ever be able to say no to her…”
You blink. Eerie. Speaking of, you segue, those Stalkers of hers–
“StalkerS?” She stammers, cocking her head to the side! “There were more?”
>CONTD.
>>6276342Yea, well, you begin with a nervous chuckle, they’re part of this weird cult to something called THE BURROWER–
The girl’s eyes shoot wide open upon hearing the name! Before you can ask, she scrambles over to her original chair and lays TT’s Old Striilii across her lap! Err, you mutter, you could go for a song, yea-
The tune leads in with a series of urgent, sharp strums… like an alarm for the people listening! Drumming her feet on the ground for rhythm, Lutza sings a few verses of a strange new song!
“Be discreet! Watch your feet! They are coming for your meat! Lightly tread! Guard your head! Lest you join the restless dead! REMEMBER THE STAKES! WHATEVER IT TAKES! But beware…” The tempo slows as Lutza’s voice grows hushed… “Take all care… don’t you think, don’t you dare…”
Her eyes open and lock with yours as she plinks the last few notes.
“The Burrower… Waaaaakkess….”
An eerie hush falls over the cabin like snow on a rooftop as the song’s words settle in as well! Uneducated on Spinner Etiquette, you rise from your chair and applaud the performance, but only get a few claps in before you realize Lutza ain’t bowing!
“That was an old song…” She mutters under her breath, blinking as if trying to wake up from a dream! “A very old one…”
So what, you frown, is she saying this Burrower crap you keep hearing is real?
“All ballads have a hint of truth in them…” She mutters as she looks to you with concern in her eyes. “These cultists… who are they? Should I be worried?”
You’re… not sure, you reply in as diplomatic a tone as you can muster! The rank-and-file cult members tend to be dumber than a sack of doorknobs… but their leader, this LARIUS guy…
“Larius...” Repeats the musician, “Never heard of a Larius before…”
Good, you scoff, because that guy is a piece of WORK! He can, like, write a book on blowing up people’s heads! And they were trying to get her so they could turn her into a sleeper agent, or something!
Letting your explanation steep for a bit, Lutza finally breaks the silence with a determined look on her face! “It’s a long shot, Anton, but the mages at TRIMBALT MAGE ACADEMY might know a thing or two!” Her expression sinks back into frown territory. “IIiiiffff they don’t turn you into a Maakar, that is. Or banish you to an Arcane Labyrinth.”
The frown’s contagious, it seems! They’d do that? The Spinner answers with a shrug.
“Wizards are… not the friendliest of people…” She mutters with a weak smile. “Even Joplin can be, well… abrasive...”
Is that a choice, or a rule? Another shrug.
>CONTD.
>>6276343“In traditional mage society,” Lutza explains like a professor giving a lecture, “The prevailing rule is ‘Might makes right’. Meaning if your neighbor has the power to break into your tower and turn you inside-out, they’re completely justified in doing so.”
Woah, you mutter, that’s… okay?
“It’s pretty much encouraged.” Says the Durher with a forced giggle! “Keeps magic from stagnating, or so I’ve heard.”
Well shoot, you scoff, no wonder Oti’s always so standoffish! Lutza cocks her head to the side in confusion. Nevermind, you tell her, she doesn’t know him!
“Well wherever your adventures take you next, Anton,” She concludes, “I’m extremely grateful for everything you’ve done for me.” A sad smile creeps onto the Durher’s face. “And for what it’s worth, I’d appreciate it if you take care of Tzah-Tzie.” Her tail gives her chair a gentle tap. “Us Spinners need to stick together… even though we’re constantly competing.”
Seems like you two have much more going on than that, you remark, causing Lutza’s smile to grow bigger!
“We don’t,” She sighs, “And yet we do.” An uncomfortable silence fills the gap between you. “... She reminds me of myself when I was first starting out.”
You can’t help but shoot the girl an incredulous look! She’s… she’s not that old, right?
“No, silly!” She snickers, hiding her teeth behind her claw! “But the Spinner world moves fast… faster than the rest of the world, I think.” She sniffs. “And if you run through the woods, well… you’re bound to trip and fall.”
Adjusting her position, Lutza gives you another smile. “We should arrive in Umberal in an hour or so. Was there anything else you wanted to talk about while we still can?”
Well?
>About the reward…>Regarding Tzah-Tzie…>Tell me about Umberal!>You wanna cash in on that first favor!>What’s her take on devils?>Your pal Volka is a HUGE fan of hers!>Write-In!
>>6276345>Your pal Volka is a HUGE fan of hers!Might as well ask for an autograph or something. We'll cash in the favor later.
>>6276345>Your pal Volka is a HUGE fan of hers!
>>6276345>Your pal Volka is a HUGE fan of hers!
>>6276347>>6276363>>6276385>>6276411>VOLKAAAAAGotta look out for our gal, right? Writing!
Something DOES come to mind, actually–a very BIG something, in fact! One who always has your back and has, on a few occasions, mentioned how much she likes Lutza! You’d nearly forgotten, given how TT usually takes center stage when talking about the Spinner, but now that you’ve got Lutza here, well…
Actually, you smile, it sounds a little silly, you know, but-
“You stuck your neck out for me when you had no reason to, Anton,” The Spinner chirps with a playful grin! “No request is silly coming from you as far as I’m concerned!”
You’re starting to see why people like this chick so much–TT could learn a thing or two from her about PR! Well if that’s the case, you continue, your friend Volka is a huge fan of hers… emphasis on huge!
“Awww, really?” Coos the Durher as you frown at her for not understanding your clever joke, “Well I’m a HUGE fan of her being a HUGE fan of me! Haha~”
Oh… she doesn’t know Volka. She never would have gotten it… Right.
“Anton?”
Oh yea, right! So, you continue after quickly clearing your throat, if it’s not too much to ask, would she mind, y’know-
“OH!” Lutza exclaims, bolting upright in her chair with an idea in her eyes, “Wait just a moment, okay?” Rolling out of her chair and onto the floor, the girl roots through what must be a MOUNTAIN of luggage! So uh, this wasn’t just a room for meeting, huh?
“Nope, this is my private cabin!” She laughs, flinging clothes and accessories all over the place as she digs! “I love what Joplin and The Triplets do for me, I do, but I just can’t sleep if I’m sharing a room with someone.” The girl punctuates her sentence with a sigh. “It’s a curse…”
Responding with a noncommittal ‘gotcha’, you watch as Lutza returns to her seat with something cradled in her claws! Clearing her throat a few times, the Spinner speaks into the object as it omits a faint magical crackle in her lap!
“Hey Volka, this is Lutza! I hear you like to cheer me on… and I’d like to return the favor!”
Blinking in confusion, you wisely decide to keep your mouth shut as the girl concludes her message!
“Wherever you are, whatever you’re doing, know that your biggest fan Lutza is rooting for you! Lutza Loooove~”
The Durher squeezes in one last giggle before the magical energy crackles away. “It’s not as good as the real thing, but,” Lutza explains as she hands you a warm, ridge-covered disc, “I hope Volka likes it!”
What uh… what is it, exactly?
“They’re called SPEAKSTONES!” Smiles the Spinner! “Joplin ordered them in bulk during our last trip to Umberal. You can record a message in them and they’ll repeat it whenever you want!”
Wow, you remark as you give the disc a few pokes, fancy!
>CONTD.
>>6276553“You bet! All of Zoral’s gonna be using them some day, I’ll bet.” Nods the musician. “It’s a shame you’ve got so much… business to attend to–Umberal truly is something else!”
You can hardly wait… rising from your chair with Volka’s gift in tow, you send a grateful smile Lutza’s way before heading towards the door! It’s been nice getting to know her, you remark as you prepare to leave, given the circumstances.
“Anton,” Before you can ask, you get your answer when Lutza scampers over and wraps your leg in a warm, and VERY SOFT hug!
“Thank you again,” She whispers as you feel her tail brush against your other leg, “Safe travels wherever they lead you.”
Her lavender eyes move to meet yours. “And please… look out for Tzah-Tzie for me. There’s a… familiar sadness in those eyes of hers.” Your leg gets another tender squeeze. “Give her something to smile about, okay?”
You’ll certainly try, you shrug with a wry grin on your face! Leaving Lutza to her lodgings, you lightly loiter as you look to your next labor… Rezzie hasn’t burned down the train yet, so either your precautions worked or she’s got something else in mind. The question is, do you fill TT and Volka in now… or later?
... Or maybe you get a Conductor to check in on her? Man, you hope Rezzie doesn't kill anyone...
>Check on Rezzie NOW!>Track down the girls!>Flag down a Conductor!>Write-In!
>>6276554>Check on Rezzie NOW!Probably for the best.
>>6276554>Check on Rezzie NOW!Time to face the musi- No wait, that's TT and Lutza. Uhh. Time to face the fire, yeah.
>>6276556>>6276560>REZZIEEEEEEE!Writing!
Wait... no I'm not! Why? Because you goofballs are gonna...
>Roll me 1d100+3 (+2 Illusionist Initiate, +5 I... HAVE A GIRLFRIEND (LOVE<333), -4 PHEROMONES! AIIIIEEE!) to fend off the pheromones! Best o' 3!
Rolled 64 + 3 (1d100 + 3)
>>6276617Meh, easy.
Rolled 7 + 3 (1d100 + 3)
>>6276617AIE AIE AIE
>>6276619Now I want you to get a 1 outta spite
Rolled 51 (1d100)
>>6276617Let's go!
>>6276625You know, it's not that I *want* to fail but anon is right. With a best of three and successes above 50 the chance of actually losing is literally 12%
I mean, this is the second time we did the pheromone thing and it hasn't worked either time and no one's been afraid because there's so little chance to fail
>>6276628So what you're telling me is that you want a bit more SPICINESS in the rolls... Perhaps it's time...
Anywho, writing.
>>6276630It's not that everything must be Dante must Die mode, but I mean...I knew the chance of us losing on either of these pheromone rolls was non-existant which is why I didn't try to stop anons from voting for it.
>>6276630>So what you're telling me is that you want a bit more SPICINESS in the rolls...Just bump the threshold to, like, 55 or 60 if the check's hard. Or if it would be funny.
Regardless. Yippie, we're not getting assaulted by a devil.
Your trip back to your own cabin is relatively uneventful. Good thing, too–you’re not sure if you’re able to put off dealing with Rezzie any longer! And while you feel like you’ve already reached your limit for heavy conversations for one day, you get the feeling this one might be a doozie too…
You just hope the pheromones have softened the hellion up a bit. W-wait a sec, that’s RIGHT!
It’s a good thing you remembered, otherwise you would have just charged into the room with nary a bother! Well, maybe a little bother, but you get the idea! There’s no telling what’ll happen if you head in there unprotected, but if you shut things down then the devil inside might go back to her usual… Rezzieness.
Can’t have that!
Wrapping the WARM CLOAK you bought back in Crossroads and the BATHHOUSE TOWEL around your face like a scarf, you take a few test breaths before making your move…
A rush of warm, flowery air rushes to greet your face as you open the door–the saccharine scents making your nose tingle even through the makeshift scarf! Something jingles on the door as you finish sliding it open–looks like your MITAARAN AMULET didn’t move! Stealthily stowing the trinket, you poke your TELESCOPING MEATHOOK into the room ahead of you just in case the demon is feeling bitey!
Nada.
Entering by way of PREEMPTIVE LIMBO, your core is coiled up and ready to catapult you back through the door in case of close encounters! As your eyes dip past the threshold, however, you find yourself staring down something that evokes a primal, uncanny horror in your very being!
“Aaaaaaantonnnnn!” Chirps a very cozy-looking Rezalith, “Hiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!”
It’s Rezalith, alright… and she’s… she’s…
SMILING! Without any menace at all!
“I MISHED you so MUUUUUCH!”
>CONTD.
rezhug
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>>6276654All you can do is stand like a statue as the devil tackles you into the warmest, cuddliest hug you’ve ever been in! Venturing a wary pat on her head just between her sizable horns, you feel a lump form in your throat as a low purr escapes the demon’s throat!
“Didja put all this together just for me?” She giggles, squeezing you with strength rivaling Volka’s! “That’s so sweeeeet~”
H-hi, Rezzie, you stammer, trying your best to not focus on the crackling sound your ribs are making, i-is she in a better mood?
“Hmmmm,” She hums as she rubs her cheek against your chest, “Nope!”
Oh, that’s go-wait, huh!?
“I… I really just wanna TEAR you apart, y’know?” She asks in a girly tone usually reserved for confessing a crush, “Take a bath in your viscera… but…”
You try and fail to swallow the lump. B-but?
“Buuuuuuut I don’t wanna right now~” She concludes as she gives your already-powdered ribs another playful squeeze! “And I really DID miss ya’, you big lug!” She sends a conspiratorial wink your way. “... but pretend ya’ didn’t hear that, kay? I’ve got a reputation to uphold, y’know~”
Words fail you. Your body fails you. Your soul-
”Don’t worry, I gotcha covered!”
Thanks, RED. You’re not entirely sure what’s happening here, but you feel like a squirrel dangling on a power line over a yard full of hungry, attention-starved dogs! Better play it cool… maybe? This might be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
Then again, that’s pretty much every interaction with Rezzie, isn’t it?
What do?
>I missed you too!>Where have you been?>Why were you above the train?>The Greater Demon… did she track it down?>About the last time we talked…>Do you wanna say hi to Volka and TT?>We could use your help in Umberal…>RED, any thoughts or advice?>Mess with the room settings!>Stay Silent! She’ll think you disappeared! >Write-In!
>>6276630>So what you're telling me is that you want a bit more SPICINESS in the rolls... Perhaps it's time...look, i am a gambling man
if i dont loose, am i even having fun?
>>6276656You're playing with forces you can't begin to comprehend, anon... Slice Quest players remember The Pepper Rolls...
I remember The Pepper Rolls...
>>6276655>I missed you too!>Apologize for screaming at her the last timeRezzie :)
>>6276657The REZZIE rolls.
>>6276655>I missed you too!>Also, sorry for screaming at you last time.
>>6276655>Where have you been?
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>>6276658>>6276659>MISSED YOU TOO, BOO>ANTON PEAS 20XX APOLOGY TOUR GRAB A T-SHIRT>>6276661>WHERE YOU BEEN, GURLWriting!
>>6276659I mean Rezzie and Pepper ARE both Hellspawn, yea
Unsettling of a welcome as this is, you can’t help but feel a sprinkle of… relief amidst your growing terror and concern! You… you kinda missed her too, you chuckle as a smile worms its way onto your face!
The demon’s reptilian eyes wander towards yours with childlike confusion. “R-really?”
Of course, really, you sputter in disbelief! You were worried sick about her after she flew off! You thought, well…
Your mirth drains as quickly as it arrived as you relive your last exchange with the hellion… when she was dead-set on tracking down a wounded, but still very powerful demon!
You thought you’d never see her again. Rezalith responds with a dreamy blink. “... Why?”
Well, you sigh as you dare to give her another pat on the head, you… you don’t know how strong Greater Devils are, so you were worried she’d get killed! Or, you know, you mutter under your breath, she’d decide not to come back…
“Oh…” Rezzie frowns, mulling over your words with uncharacteristic consideration. “But I’m strong, though. Really strong.”
Sure, you shrug, but-
“And I got stronger, y’know,” She adds with an impish giggle! “Stronger in my BRAIN!”
You couldn’t really tell, given how she’s communicating, but you decide not to let that particular observation slip! She did? Since when?
“Seeeeecreeeeetttt~” She purrs, tapping a claw against your lips! “But I know all KINDS of things now, Ant… better watch your back~”
R-right, you nod, well you’re glad she’s okay anyways?
“Heheheh… me too~” She purrs, her thin tail smacking one of the chairs like a whip! “Well, go on…”
Huh? The hellion’s eyes narrow.
“Keep talkin’, dummy. Tell me how much you MISSED me.” Her angry expression swiftly fades back into a dreamy grin! “Specifics if you please…”
>CONTD.
>>6276725Well, you didn’t send her off on the best of terms, you begin, averting your eyes from hers! You… pretty much called her a dumbass, and… and said you were fine with her running off to get killed…
“Yep, yep, yep…” Rezzie drunkenly nods, “You wanted me DEAD, Anton. Right when I was beginning to think you were my… my…”
Her…?
Rezalith steals a wary glance at you before casting her gaze at the floor! “... Friend.”
Oh. Oh….
“I wanted to try, y’know? Try some friends, for once.” She continues in her punch-drunk tone, “I liked when I got to cook. Liked the baths, even though I don’t swim too good. I liked talking to you and the other girls, even when it was just being mean.”
She frowns. “Don’t get me wrong, though, I still wanna burn this stupid world to the ground, but…” The hellspawn sniffs. “But it wouldn’t be fun if there weren’t a few people around afterwards… demons in CHAA’TAI are so damn BORING…”
She… she can still make friends, you say with a smile! It’s not too late–
“Nope, done with that!” Rezzie interjects like a toddler refusing to take a bath! “Too much work, and you all do the same thing: you pretend to wanna be friends, and BOOM! Suddenly you reveal it’s all one big lie!”
You find yourself standing on fragile ground here… is Rezalith close to an epiphany, or is she just set in her own ways again?
What say ye?
>Everyone makes mistakes!>You didn’t mean to make her mad…>Why did she want friends in the first place?>Does she realize WHY you got angry at her?>So she’s just giving up?>But she came back, didn’t she?>Write-In!Probably the last update for today, folks--feeling a bit off writing-wise. We'll see if I can put anything together later, but just a fair warning!
>>6276726>Does she realize WHY you got angry at her?>If you didn't want to be her friend, would you have cared enough to do it?
>>6276726>Does she realize WHY you got angry at her?
>>6276726>Does she realize WHY you got angry at her?>Why did she want friends in the first place?
>>6276728>>6276867>>6276916>>6276945THE TALLY:
>WHY ANGY: 4>WHY PUT ALL THAT EFFORT IN: 2>WHY FRIENDS ANYWAYS: 1>G-GOMENASAI: 1Writing!
>>6276945+1 to the apology, we still should make it clear that while we were mad, we didn't mean what we said.
>>6276628>>6276630IMO losing slightly more often than 1 in 10 rolled-for events (statistically) is fine. Depending on the timing, that can still be very dramatic.
It’s easy to dismiss Rezzie’s remarks as her usual prickliness, but the sickening-sweet smell in the air reminds you that pedanticness aside, you’re lucky that the demon is even discussing this with you right now! In any other situation she’d probably be peeling you like a banana!
All that said, you won’t always have a convenient giggle gas chamber lying around… Rezalith’s more keen on talking right now than she is on peeling you like a banana, so you go for the jugular! Does… does she even know WHY you got mad at her?
“Of COURSE I do, dummy!” She giggles, giving your shoulder a flick that leaves it burning and sore for the remainder of the thread, “It’s cuz’ I didn’t fall in line with the rest of your little floozies!”
Well THAT answer takes you by surprise! Wha?
“Oh don’t play coy,” She shrugs, her tail slicing the air behind her, “I wanted to track down that GREATER DEMON. YOU wanted to run off to an INN to act out your degenerate fantasies on Volka.” She frowns. “... Or was it The Snack? Can’t remember.” A mischievous twinkle forms in her eye. “... or was it that big-eyed guy we rescued? You DOG, you~”
Look, you sigh, that wasn’t the reas-
“It’s not your fault, of course,” The devil shrugs again, “You’re a weak, spineless male! And I got to touch that Emergency Food Ration you call ‘TT’ back when I helped her into that Casino… she’s got meat in all the right places, AnTARD-”
LOOK, you repeat, you get where she’s coming from about not choosing to go after the demon, okay? But when she wouldn’t listen to you-
A pair of long, serrated claws dig into your back as a bit of old Rezzie comes clawing out of the pheromone cloud! “Like you’re doing RIGHT NOW!? Big, tough AnTWERP has to choke me with weird GAS just to keep me from… from RENDING YOU APART… SPILLING YOUR BLOOD DOWN MY THROAT! CRUSHING YOUR EYES–”
The good news is that her claws aren’t digging into your back anymore! Bad news? They’re around your throat.
“SNUFF YOU OUT… REPAY YOUR TREACHERY WITH TOOTH AND FLAMES!”
T-tap out! Tap ouuuuut!
You’re not sure if the tap-out worked or not, but Rezzie’s rage dissipates as quickly as it appeared! “See, I missed thiiiiis~” She purrs as she nuzzles your chest! “When I was all alone none of the people I ate were like you, Anton~”
Th-they weren’t?
“Nahhh….” She sighs, tracing an admittedly-painful circle around your chest with her steak knife-esque claw. “No negotiating, no begging…” The hellion frowns. “Well, not in the beginning, at least. Lots of begging in the end, I think. It gets hard to understand ‘em in their final moments.”
>CONTD.
>>6277110Well for what it’s worth, you reply in a measured, diplomatic tone, you… kinda missed that too. But she’s… difficult to be around sometimes.
The demon looks genuinely crestfallen. “... I know…”
No, you frown, she doe-wait, she knows?
“I’m… just so used to fighting, Anton…” She continues, locking eyes with a slight pout on her face. “To being cheated… hurt… In CHAA’TAI the minute you let your guard down, it’s over…” Her frown deepens. “So being nice… it’s like forgetting how to walk for me, I guess.”
You understand, you nod, you’re… working on yourself too. THAT gets the devil’s attention!
“R-really!?”
Of course, you nod! Pobody’s nerfect! Rezzie frowns.
“... What the HELLS is that supposed to mean?”
It’s… it’s a dumb saying, you answer with a sheepish laugh! Nobody’s perfect! Everyone has stuff they’re working on-
“Just say ‘Nobody’s Perfect’ then, you waste of blood. Boy, I totally forgot how stupid you can be. And pathetic. I really oughta’ put you out of your misery, you know.”
Wh-why doesn’t she? The girl flaps her wings and shrugs.
“Prolonging your suffering is more cruel. And fun.”
Good, she’s getting back to her old self! A-anyways, you sigh, you… you admit you should have been there to help her out with the GREATER DEMON. At the very least you should have discussed it more–
“Mhm, mhm~” Chirps the hellspawn, “You’re absolutely right~”
But, you add, she keeps getting upset when we don’t always go with her plan… and she needs to learn that not everything can be solved by razing the whole place to the ground!
Rezalith responds with a long, blank stare. “... You’re saying that razing that Casino to the ground wouldn’t have worked out better than what we did?”
D’oh! Okay, okay, you sigh, trying and failing to fend the fiend off as she leans into you with a soft purr, you… you get it! You messed up back there!
“Nobody’s perfect.”
Right!
“ESPECIALLY not ANTWIT.”
S-sure… Look, you conclude with a weary groan, what happened when she left was bad, okay? And you regretted saying that stuff to her the minute after she left.
Rezzie’s eyes go saucer-shaped. “... Really?”
Yea, really, you nod! And she has a right to be mad–
“S-so do you…”
The concession nearly sends you off-balance! R-right, you nod, but… but that’s what friendship is about, Rezzie: it’s about being there for your friends even when they make mistakes…
“And… they’ll be there if I make a mistake…” The devil ponders, “... right?”
Of course, you smile. That’s what friends are for! Well… one of the things they’re for, at least!
>CONTD.
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>>6277111Watching Rezalith mull over your words, you give the girl another pat on her surprisingly-silky hair. Rezzie?
“... Yes, Anton?”
You just wanna say that you’re sorry again, an-
Your apology is cut short by another sudden HUG from the hellion!
“Jsht fmgrt rt, mkr?” She whines, her voice muffled from her face being pressed against your robe! “Lrsh tr rgrn…”
Huh?
“I said let’s try again,” She groans, giving your forehead a very UNgentle flick! “I wanna be around you guys again… I don’t wanna go back to being alone ever again, and I’m gonna try hard to be a good friend… even if it’s really, really tough! And… and I’m sorry, too, okay?” The girl quickly averts her gaze from yours before you can study her eyes! “... You were right, back then. Sort of.”
You just witnessed history in the making. Rezzie… apologizing! Y-you were?
“Mhm,” The hellspawn mutters as she idly twirls a lock of her short hair, “Can we turn off this stupid gas now? It’s making you smell really, really good.”
Oh, uh…
>Where have you been?>Why were you above the train?>The Greater Demon… did she track it down?>Do you wanna say hi to Volka and TT?>We could use your help in Umberal…>RED, any thoughts or advice?>Mess with the room settings!>Let me go find the others…>Wait a sec… you need a DISGUISE!>Write-In!
>>6277115>Do you wanna say hi to Volka and TT?>We could use your help in Umberal…RezCUTE. If we didn't just profess our love to TT...
>>6277115>Mess with the room settings!Turn off the gas. It's only fair and I do NOT want my hips shattered. Yet.
>Do you wanna say hi to Volka and TT?>Where have you been?
>>6277115>Mess with the room settings!>The Greater Demon… did she track it down?>Where have you been?And before we leave,
>Wait a sec… you need a DISGUISE!
>>6277115>Do you wanna say hi to Volka and TT?>We could use your help in Umberal…>Wait a sec… you need a DISGUISE!Come on Rez. There'll be KILLING and BURNING. We'll even let you eat some spicies.
>>6277117>>6277118>>6277123>>6277127THE TALLY:
>SAY HI: 3>USE HELP: 2>ROOM SETTINGS: 2>WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?: 2>DISGUISE: 2Looks like saying hi wins it, but I'll loop in a few of the other things too... y'know, because I LIKE you guys. Writing!
There are so many things you wanna ask her… so much info to catch her up on! But the friend-starved fiend has probably been through a lot if she’s talking to you like this… and you think she deserves a little treat!
Say, you begin with a reassuring grin, would she like to say hi to the gals? Maybe it’s the pheromones, but Rezzie’s eyes light up like Hellish Christmas Trees at the suggestion!
“YES!” She exclaims, before clasping her claws over her mouth a bit too late! “E-err, I mean… Pfft… I suppose…”
There’s something refreshing about the old Rezzie being able to fight past the pheromones like that… okay, you nod, you’ll go grab ‘em and we’ll all visit. Sound good?
A strange smile creeps onto Rezalith’s face. “... Like friends?”
Yea, you reply, like friends. Moving to open the door, you’re stopped by a hasty ‘WAIT!’ from your demonic pal! Y-yea?
“Mind turning off these stupid pheromones before you go?” She asks, her face wrinkling at the saccharine scent. “I have a reputation to uphold, y’know.”
Right, you remark, how careless of you… errr, PHEROMONES OFF…? It only takes a few seconds before you feel a significant difference in the air… did… did that work?
“Think so…” Observes the devil as she samples the room with a few quick sniffs! “Oh… one more thing.”
Yea, you ask as you tug the door open.
A fist meets your smile at terminal velocity, transforming you from a human into a pile of aches and pains on the floor outside of the cabin! Yep… pheromones are turned off… oough…
“Dope me up with your freaky little DATE RAPE GAS again and I’ll revoke your SKIN privileges, ANTURD!” Slamming the door shut in your face, Rezzie leaves you to track down your pals as a significantly more bruised, beaten, but also happy guy…
The band’s finally getting back together!
>CONTD.
>>6277317“OH MY GODS– Err, I mean DEVIL!”
The door is barely open for a second before Volka comes tearing in like a dog at dinner time, eyes wide and slaked with fresh tears as she tackles a very shocked Rezzie to the floor!
“We were SO WORRIED about youuuuu!” Sputters the Skog as she swings the poor demon around like a stuffed animal! “Where were you, Rezzie!?”
“ACKPTH! R-release me, you oaf!” Demands the devil weakly! “I… I’ll tell you, but…”
“Oops! Sorry! Got a lil’ carried away…” Volka mutters with a sheepish laugh! Freed from the giant’s grasp, Rezzie dusts herself off before locking eyes with TT…
“Ah,” Rezalith remarks, “You’re still here, hmm?”
“I could say the same to you.” Smirks the Spinner before tackling the hellion with a hug of her own! “I’ll be the first to admit it, Rez: glad to see you’re in one piece!”
“G-get off…” Rez mutters, a faint grin forming on her irritated expression when TT gives her cheek a nuzzle! “I-It’ll take more than that to best a Demon Queen…”
“Clearly!” Remarks the Durher as she refuses to let go! “Maybe I’m writing ballads about the wrong adventurer, ey, Volkie?”
“I uh… you oughta’ omit the parts where she wants to eat folks…” Replies the Skog with a nervous laugh!
“Don’t be such a purist, V!” Says the Spinner from the safety of Rezzie’s back! “Antiheroes are all the rage right now, y’know~”
So, you interject, now that the gang’s all here… care to share what kind of trouble she got into while she was away? You can fill her in on what’s been going on after!
“Why not?” Rezzie remarks as she collapses into a chair, eliciting a panicked squeak from the Durher now crushed underneath! “Not much to tell, but…”
“Not much to tell!?” Volka scoffs with an incredulous stare, “Rezzie, last time we saw you, ya’ ran off after a GREATER DEMON!”
“Y-yea…” Whimpers Tzah-Tzie as she crawls out from underneath the hellion like a fuzzy cockroach, “What… What happened…?”
“Oho~,” Grins the demon, “Interested in my exploits, are we? Very well, I suppose I can indulge you… the devil’s in the details, you know~”
Just shut up and get to the point, you groan!
Which version should Rezzie tell?
>Long Version (Perspective Change!)>Short Version (No Perspective Change!)
>>6277318>Long Version (Perspective Change!)REZ QUEST = BEST QUEST
>>6277318>Long Version (Perspective Change!)As if there's even a question.
>>6277318>>Long Version (Perspective Change!)
>>6277319>>6277324>>6277343>REZQUEEEESSSSSSSSSTFINALLY a GOOD quest. Writing!
Rezalith: that’s you! Demon Queen, true ruler of CHAA’TAI, THE RED PLANE and…
Honestly? You’re not really in the mood today. Waking from a restless, sorry excuse of a sleep, you peel your face off of the rock you used as a pillow and grumble at the sound of creatures chirping and trilling to greet the morning sun!
Not that they could see it, of course. Dumb beasts. You start the day with your usual routine: a biiiiiig stretch, a yawn, and your favorite: picking your teeth for any leftover morsels from your last meal! There’s joy to be found in routines–you learned that much back in CHAA’TAI– but as you shuffle through your rote morning tasks, you can’t help but feel… well, unstimulated.
It’s no surprise, of course–you’ve been tailing that GREATER DEMON for days now. Even YOU could use a little rest now and then… not as much as that FAT-HEADED WASTE OF AIR AN-
You interrupt your inner rant by giving your cheeks a few slaps–forget that, Rezzie, you think with a fresh frown on your face, he’s DEAD to you… and with any luck he’ll be dead to EVERYONE soon! Knuckle-dragging APE. Once you claim that demon’s power you’re gonna track him down and impale him on a-
… Nevermind. You’ve got far more important things to do today! You’re REZALITH! Everything you do is important, naturally! Indulging in a yawn, you gather what little belongings you have and make your way to the entrance of the cave you spent the night in. The owner was quite delicious, if not a bit gamey, but as you shiver with delight at the sound of the roaring waterfall hiding the cavern entrance, you make the decision to continue your hunt today!
No more loafing about and feeling sa-err, FURIOUS! INCENSED! SICK with RAGE! The question is, what to do before resuming your quest?
CHOOSE 1-2!
>Find a bite to eat!
>Dunk your head in some water! It’s not swimming, so…
>Wake up with a little flying!
>Scout the area nearby for treasures and trinkets!
>Write a diary entry!
>Write-In!
>>6277394>Dunk your head in some water! It’s not swimming, so…>Write a diary entry!
>>6277394>Dunk your head in some water! It’s not swimming, so…I want to finally understand Rezzie's weird mindset about when she can swim and when she can't swim, since she demonstrably can but claims she cannot. Tell me the lore! The inciting trauma!
>>6277394FUCK, forgot the pic
>>6277396>DON'T SWIM!>DIARY!>>6277399>DON'T SWIM!I'll lock in NOT swimming for now--will probably update Sunday early in the AM. We're definitely gonna do NOT SWIMMING, but if there's another option you'd like then make sure to get them votes in! THIS IS A SERIOUS DECISION AND WILL AFFECT THE OUTCOME OF REZQUEST
>>6277399Once you recognize the secret of her aversion to swimming, you will fell ashamed of your words and deeds
>>6277479>>6277400I already feel ashamed of my words and deeds. 2cute.
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https://youtu.be/iAyY2dvP9vU
It wouldn’t be a proper morning without a good DIARY ENTRY, now would it? Finding a suitable part of the cavern wall for your musings, you extend one of your finely-manicured claws and get to carving…
‘Day: One-hundred, probably
Dreaming of your screaming.
You’ve got me scheming.
I SHOUT!
Your throat’s torn OUT!
And now I’m beaming!
Weather: Chilly
Mood: Mysterious
-Queen Rezalith the First, Scourge of the Red Plane’
Running your claws over your handiwork, you nod with approval as the demonic runes heat up at your touch. Some might say it’s a waste to record your musings in a world shrouded in darkness, but if you ever met those people, well, they wouldn’t be doing much ‘saying’ for long…
The grin forged from your entry fades like a candle in a hurricane… what happened? A few days ago you were practically jumping for JOY about being on your own again! No one to tell you ‘No’! No needing to get up and move thanks to The Snack’s nightly yowlings!
You’re FREE, damn it!
…so why do you feel trapped?
Dislodging the thought from your head with a few quick shakes, you try and fail to shake some of the perpetual heat from your devilish bod. Perhaps a dip in some icy water will clear your head of this WEAKSPEAK!
So down you fly, relishing the brisk, morning air as a few wayward snowflakes meet their sizzling demise upon meeting your skin! Following the waterfall to a small pool, you instinctively tense up at the sound of running water…
Why?
>CONTD.
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>>6277785The devil glances at you as if you’d just slapped her in the face! “I wasn’t done, AnTIST! Hold your compliments and praise until the END of the story, or you won’t live to hear the end of it!”
“Did you seriously refer to your body as devilish?” Giggles Tzah-Tzie, earning a fresh glare from the hellion!
“I did, yes,” Rezzie nods with a look of complete and utter pride on her face! “Did you hear the part where I mentioned how much NOISE you make at ni-”
“HAHAHA THAT’S SOOOO CRAZY, REZZIE!!!” Sputters the Spinner before turning your way with panic in her eyes! “S-so what were you gonna ask, Ant?”
Well, you continue, why does she hate water so much?
“I hate a lot of things, Anton,” The devil replies, nodding at her own words, “Water’s just one of them.”
That’s not an answer.
“And YOU’RE not going to be ALIVE if you interrupt me again!” Snarls the satan-thing! “Now listen carefully… you’ll be quizzed at the end~”
“C-can I take notes?” Mumbles Volka as she and TT share a worried glance!
The hellspawn makes a show of pondering the question. “Volka and The Snack: you have shown great loyalty to me in the past few minutes by listening attentively and not being Anton.” She punctuates her decree with a spirited nod! “I shall grant you this boon. Do not forget my magnanimity.”
Clearing her throat while your gal pals exchange a high-five, Rezzie continues her tale…
The water looms ahead like THE SEA OF SCARS back in CHAA’TAI… but while you only have fond memories of your seaside outings, this pool at the foot of the waterfall, well…
ANYthing could be in there!
>Roll 1d100+90 (+100 Rezalith Is The Best, +10 Anton Stinks, -20 W-What waits in the water…?) to ensure the pool is safe… Best of 3!
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>>6277785The devil glances at you as if you’d just slapped her in the face! “I wasn’t done, AnTIST! Hold your compliments and praise until the END of the story, or you won’t live to hear the end of it!”
“Did you seriously refer to your body as devilish?” Giggles Tzah-Tzie, earning a fresh glare from the hellion!
“I did, yes,” Rezzie nods with a look of complete and utter pride on her face! “Did you hear the part where I mentioned how much NOISE you make at ni-”
“HAHAHA THAT’S SOOOO CRAZY, REZZIE!!!” Sputters the Spinner before turning your way with panic in her eyes! “S-so what were you gonna ask, Ant?”
Well, you continue, why does she hate water so much?
“I hate a lot of things, Anton,” The devil replies, nodding at her own words, “Water’s just one of them.”
That’s not an answer.
“And YOU’RE not going to be ALIVE if you interrupt me again!” Snarls the satan-thing! “Now listen carefully… you’ll be quizzed at the end~”
“C-can I take notes?” Mumbles Volka as she and TT share a worried glance!
The hellspawn makes a show of pondering the question. “Volka and The Snack: you have shown great loyalty to me in the past few minutes by listening attentively and not being Anton.” She punctuates her decree with a spirited nod! “I shall grant you this boon. Do not forget my magnanimity.”
Clearing her throat while your gal pals exchange a high-five, Rezzie continues her tale…
The water looms ahead like THE SEA OF SCARS back in CHAA’TAI… but while you only have fond memories of your seaside outings, this pool at the foot of the waterfall, well…
ANYthing could be in there!
>Roll 1d100+90 (+100 Rezalith Is The Best, +10 Anton Stinks, -20 W-What waits in the water…?) to ensure the pool is safe… Best of 3!
Rolled 10 + 90 (1d100 + 90)
>>6277791
Rolled 69 + 90 (1d100 + 90)
>>6277791
Rolled 91 + 90 (1d100 + 90)
>>6277791
>>6277792>>6277794>>6277803>HIGHEST ROLL: 181!Oh shit, you passed! Not that that's a huge surprise... you ARE THE Rezalith, after all~ Writing!
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There’s no getting around it… well, there IS, actually, but burning the pool would probably evaporate all the water! Or worse: make it lukewarm! You might as well take a dip in sweat at that point! No thanks!
Steadying yourself with a few deep breaths, you take a few steps back before taking to the sky! It’s simple, you think as you aim for what you hope is the center of the pond, as long as you get some distance from the water’s edge…
Your diligence pays off! Crashing through the water’s icy surface, you shiver with delight as you dive deeper into the depths… say what you will about his horrible plane, you think, giggling a bit as your body is tickled by clusters of bubbles formed from your body heat, it’s nice to relax in liquid that doesn’t cling to your body afterwards. And tastes like copper. Not to mention you don’t even have to worry about cleaning your clothes afterwards! These peasants really have it made, don’t they?
Sure is different without the others splashing around, though…
Before you can dwell on that particular thought, your blood turns to ICE as you feel something brush against your toe! Screeching like a banshee, your body goes on autopilot and launches you out of the water like a rocket!
You barely flop onto the shore before you go to work patting down every part of your finely-toned leg! Even when your search comes up empty, your heart continues to jackhammer in your chest… that… that was CLOSE!
Sorry, you groan, you… you know you’re being annoying, but–
“Good,” Snarls Rezzie as she pauses her story with her trademark eyeroll, “That saves me half the trouble.”
You blink. H-half?
“Mhm! Here’s the other:” Before you can ask, the demon reaches over and gives your forearm a flick that has no business being as painful as it is! Y-YOOWWWIE!!!
“Interrupt me again and I’ll flick your head off.” The hellion huffs as she crosses her arms with a pout! “Oh, and say ‘yowie’ again and I’ll flick your LIFE off!”
Part of you wants to ask how that’s any different from her flicking your head off, but you don’t feel like getting your neck flicked off or something, so you hold your tongue…
>CONTD.
>>6277902Look, you groan as you rub your now-tender forearm with an indignant look on your face, you’re not gonna be able to move on until she answers this: what ruffles her feathers so much about the water?
“I… I don’t HAVE feathers!” She sputters, nearly falling out of her chair with how violently she jerks forward! “And nothing ruffles Rezalith! NOTHING!”
Great, you chirp, then what made her jump out of the water? A deafening silence falls over the cabin as both Volka and TT join you in waiting for the answer with baited breath! Seeing no way to kick down or burn the corner she’s backed herself into, the hellspawn finds a spot on the floor to focus on before continuing in a very unRezzie-like tone!
“... water weeds…”
“E-ehh?” Blinks Volka, “What didja’ say, Rez?”
Taking Volka’s innocent question as some kind of jab, Rezalith leaps atop her chair with fire in her eyes!
“WATER WEEDS, OKAY!? YOUR DUMB WORLD HAS THESE STUPID, GROSS, DISGUSTING PLANTS THAT LIKE TO CLING TO MY SKIN EVERY TIME I TRY TO SWIM!”
The three of you sit in perplexed silence as you mull over her confession. S-
“WHO AMONG YOU CAN SAY THEY’VE HAD A PIECE OF ALGAE STUCK TO YOUR FACE BEFORE?!”
A nervous laugh leaves Volka’s lips. “Happens ta’ me all the time, actually-”
“CAN YOU EVEN BEGIN TO COMPREHEND HOW NERVE-WRACKING IT IS TO TRY AND PEEL THAT… THING OFF WHEN YOU’RE DEEP BELOW THE SURFACE!? THE TEXTURE!?”
Uh-oh! She’s feisty now! What do!?
>Apologize!>Sympathize! Everyone has something that spooks them!>Stay Silent! She’ll think you disappeared!>Tease more!>Tell her to shut up and continue!>Write-In!
>>6277903>Sympathize! Everyone has something that spooks them!Like touching the wet food bits when you're doing the dishes. Or biting on some crunchy bit when you're supposed to be eating something soft.
>>6277903>Sympathize! Everyone has something that spooks them!It's cute.
>>6277903>Sympathize! Everyone has something that spooks them!
>>6277907>>6278099>>6278132>SYMPATHIZE!So be it! Writing!
You don’t get rattled by water weeds and algae like she does, you admit as you gently reach out and lower Rezalith’s fireball-wielding claw, but you feel that way about other stuff! Everyone does–it’s totally normal!
To your great surprise, you aren’t immolated yet. Peeking out from between your fingers, you find the demon pondering your words with intense thought etched into her expression. “You know…” she remarks, rubbing her chin as you and the gals remain speechless, “You might actually be right, Anton.”
R-really, you ask, picking your jaw back up off the ground!
“Mhm!” Rezalith nods with a twinkle in her eye, “Maybe… maybe weaknesses ARE normal…”
You’ve never had a recliner thrown at your face before, but now you can cross it off your bucket list! Yay!
“NORMAL FOR WEAKLINGS!” Roars the Rezzie as Volka helps extract you from beneath the chair! “W-why am I even TELLING you all this!? I return for a few posts and already I’m losing clout-”
T-touching… you mutter, still dazed from the sudden attack, touching… the soggy… food bits… when washing dishes…
The demon queen blinks in confusion. “... You’re still alive?”
A-and… you continue, biting… something CRUNCHY… when the food’s supposed to be… s-soft…
“Oh Hells, I HATE that!” Groans Volka! “Like when there’s still a bit-a eggshell in the eggs! Dad messes that up all the time–no clue how he survives cooking for himself!”
Rezalith just stares, flabbergasted. “H-huh?”
“For me? It’s bein’ in a store with really narrow aisles between the shelves!” The Skog confesses as she shoots an accusatory glance at her tail! “Always worried I’m gonna knock something over an’ make a huge scene… used ta’ be I’d wait outside while Ma or Pop went in to do the buyin’...”
“Y-you…” Stammers the satan, “Y-you don’t… q-quit telling me-”
“I’m not a fan of water myself,” Shrugs TT as she snuggles up in her seat, “But my big fear? One of my Striilii strings snapping and slicing my throat wide open!”
You see? Everyone has something that makes them ner-wait, is that a thing?
“Yea, hold up…” Mutters Volka in disbelief, “Does… is that common?”
The Spinner merely stares blankly into space… still smiling, but it’s a hollow look. Like a doll who’s seen far too much.
A-anyways, you continue while anxiously scratching your head, everyone has something that bothers them!
“Then why SHARE them!?” Scoffs Rezzie with a dismissive laugh! “Now I know all of your weaknesses! Fools!”
“And we know yours.” Counters TT, earning a glare that could melt steel! “But friends keep secrets safe, right?”
Yea, you nod, because that’s what friends do!
“They… look out for each other…” Muses Rezalith with a glimmer of comprehension in her eyes. “S-so…”
Yea?
>CONTD.
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>>6278323“So it’s settled, then!” She declares, crossing her arms with a confident nod! “Anyone who dares reveal the other’s secret shall have THEIR secret revealed! One sword keeps another in its sheathe, as they say!”
You… don’t know if they say that… not in this day and age, anyways… A-anywho, you sigh, sorry for the interruption, but now you know what to look out for when you hit the beach with Rezalith!
“And I won’t be gifting you any algae bath treatments!” Sighs TT as she sinks into her chair! “What a drag… who am I gonna go with now…”
“OOH! OOH! PICK ME!” Chirps Volka as she nearly jumps out of her seat in excitement! “I LOVE baths! That was the best time I’ve had in ages! Hey, y’think they have ‘em in Umberal!?”
“Natural Hot Springs, yep,” Answers the artiste. “Never went, though… we had an underground aqueduct that diverted some hot spring water to our house.”
Wait, WHAT?! Seeing the shock in your eyes, TT sends a frantic glance over to Rezzie!
“C-continue your story, already!” Sputters the Spinner! “So you took a swim! Then what!?”
“Well,” Rezzie sighs, Refreshed and awake from that little incident in the pond, you decide to continue the hunt. Finding another demon is no hard feat for another demon–even miles apart you can still pick up a faint titter of hellish energy. Not sure why, but them’s the breaks!
Taking to the sky, you do a few lazy loops before you reach your desired altitude: nice and high to avoid any trees or hills, but not too high to not pick up chatter down below. Critters fill the crisp mountain air with a chorus of trills and whistles, their only accompaniment a steady wind billowing across the clear skies! To your mixed pleasure, you don’t hear much during your flight–wherever that Cult Lair was, it wasn’t close to any settlements… you’re still out in the boonies!
Some day you’ll have to turn all of this into a big monument to yourself, or something. Maybe a big blood fountain?
All of this blood talk coupled with your hasty morning soon takes its toll on your stomach–it’s a blessing and a curse, this HELLISH metabolism of yours! Your immaculate figure remains the same even after the biggest feast, but you find yourself getting hungry ALL. THE. TIME! What’s a girl to do?
Slowing to a lazy hover, you harness the power of your SUPERIOR BRAIN and weigh your options: you might have a bead on where the GREATER DEMON went, sure, but they can cover ground much quicker than you can even when they’re flying! Not to mention they got a bit of a head start on you.
In short, you don’t have time to cook… you’ll have to find food NOW! The question is… where will you get it? Stupid Anton, taking all the trail rations… he could certainly use one or ten, though, that skinny FREAK!
Hope he chokes on 'em.
>CONTD.
>>6278324>Delve into the forest and hunt!>Use those senses… maybe there’s a person nearby!>If you track down a river you might find some food in there…>There’s gotta be some plants or roots in the woods below…>Write-In!
>>6278325>Delve into the forest and hunt!Probably not a lot of people, but definitely some beasties.
>>6278325>Delve into the forest and hunt!
>>6278326>>6278344>LET'S HUNTING>Roll me 1d100+2 (+100 Rezalith Is The Best, +5 Keen Demon Senses, -100 Handicap Because Rezalith Is The Best And Likes a Challenge, HEH, -7 VAST LANDS!) to see what you can track down! Best of 3!
>>6278355Fuck, meant -2! Don't you DARE cheat in Rezzie Quest... or she'll know!
Rolled 97 + 2 (1d100 + 2)
>>6278355Okay then hoss
>>6278360>99As expected of OUR QUEEN
Rolled 98 - 2 (1d100 - 2)
>>62783551?
>>62783691-00
Can we get a 99?
Rolled 34 - 2 (1d100 - 2)
>>6278355
>>6278360>>6278369>>6278378>HIGHEST ROLL: 96!Totally miscounted that first roll since I'm a dumbass, but you passed! Really, though... was there ever any doubt? WRITING
Hunger comes quickly and refuses to let go even as you dive to a lower altitude! A proper meal would hit the spot… maybe one of those big things that Volka is, or a pack of whatever The Snack is supposed to be? Tracking down prey was easy when you were in the city, but here?
Well, you’d be lying if you didn’t appreciate the quiet, but it’s not exactly teeming with meal options!
… wonder what an Anton would taste like? Probably gamey and stringy based on what you’ve seen of the miserable wretch. You’d be lying if you weren’t curious about a new species, though…
It’s then that you hear it: something big and clumsy trotting through the thick underbrush below. Twigs crunching. Ferns rustling.
Either it’s too stupid to know better, or it’s big enough to not consider anything a threat… both fairly common stories in CHAA’TAI.
The air stings your cheeks as you pick up speed in your descent–by the time you can hear the trees rustling in the wind you’ve already clocked your prey’s speed and direction. Now it’s just a matter of…
A shrill squeal pierces the canopy as your quarry finally senses your rapid approach! Too little, too late! Descending upon them like a mighty raptor, you grin in defiance as you feel a shower of rough spines hit your face. The defense might’ve worked against other predators, but you?
You’re something special.
The beast’s backbone buckles under you as you crash into it at terminal velocity–your prey barely letting out a baleful whine before you tear into its warm, inviting flesh!
The beast’s blood sizzles against your skin as you gorge yourself on the fresh kill–its tender meat and juicy fat practically dripping off the bones as you feel a familiar euphoria wash over your body… your eyes roll back, your heartbeat quickens, your-
“Can we skip this bit?”
Now it’s TT’s turn to piss of Rezzie, apparently. Shooting a menacing glare at the Durher, the devil answers her through clenched, and clearly irritated teeth!
“But it’s the BEST PAAAAAARTT!”
We’re glad she’s having fun, you interject with a placating tone, but just for future reference, Rez: friends don’t fantasize about eating other friends.
The demon scoffs. “So what, you want me to just lie about not wanting to sample your no-doubt delectable flesh?”
Yea, you reply, that’s… that’s what you were getting at, yea.
“Interesting question, though, isn’t it?” Muses Volka as she rubs her chin in thought! “Like, whaddaya’ think you taste like, TT?”
“Hmmm…. Tender, definitely!” The Durher replies, smirking at the absurdity! “Ohh, and probably pretty rich, too–the smaller bites always are!” She shoots the Skog an appraising glance. “And ya’ know what, Volkie? I bet you’d be kinda tough on the outside, but dig a bit deep and-”
>CONTD.
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>>6278427“And you’d get to the juicy parts!” Volka laughs, her tail thumping behind her! “Hells, you’re probably right… Ooh, let’s do Anton next!”
You’re not doing ANYONE next, you growl, the hair on the back of your neck bristling in annoyance! Rez, get on with the story! And quit talking about eating friends!
“Pfft, killjoy.” Rolling her eyes, Rezalith continues her tale… After taking another dip to wash off all the viscera, you spent the majority of the day following the fiendish fragrance! It’s a good thing THE LIZ or whatever Anton called it wounded your prey–even with the GREATER DEMON’S head start you’re able to follow the relatively straight trail it cut along the ground!
You’re unsure if it was luck or a good guess, but Anton’s counterpart was wise to cripple the demon’s wings… but wit will only get you so far!
You fly for another day or so before the once-distant scent becomes thick and rank–strong enough to make your eyes and sinuses burn with how close the source is! Still high in the sky, you pinpoint the owner of the blood to a small perimeter of what smells like a bog… that’d slow him down for sure.
Saliva pools in your mouth as you lick your chops in earnest–despite the protests of those fools you once called ‘traveling companions’, you DID it! You tracked the GREATER DEMON! With luck he’ll be too weary to put up a full offensive, and then?
A fire flickers to life in your chest.
You’ll take the demon’s power for yourself… and carve a foothold in the long climb towards complete, uncontested FREEDOM.
Something tugs at your mind, however–something weak, but enough to give you pause before divebombing your prize…
If you’re so tough, and smart, and all of the other things you always claim to be… then fine! LEAVE!
The echoed words sting you just as much as they did when you heard them before… they shouldn’t have rattled you like they did–you’re REZALITH! You ARE all of the things you say you are!
… so then why are you thinking about what ANTON would do in this situation?
What do?
>Swoop in quick while it’s quiet!>Do some fly-by reconnaissance! >Land nearby and creep over!>Make a distraction, see if anything shows itself!>Just wait for a bit…>Write-In!>>6278387The best kind
>>6278430>Make a distraction, see if anything shows itself!He's a loud, STUPID idiot who YELLS at Rezzie!!!
Rezzie love.
>>6278430>Make a distraction, see if anything shows itself!
>>6278438>>6278439>DISTRACTION!>Roll me 1d100+2 (+4 Rezzie Magic, +2 Good Idea of Location, -4 Who Knows What's Down There?) to see how effective your distraction is! Best o' 3!
Rolled 1 + 2 (1d100 + 2)
>>6278469Rezalith is Bestalith
>>6278470Apparently, the dice disagre.
>>6278470>1https://youtu.be/uJV-pfsx_UM
https://youtu.be/uJV-pfsx_UM
https://youtu.be/uJV-pfsx_UM
YES! My vile machinations are finally coming to fruition! Crud, though, you just had to roll that on a flashback, huh. Welp, let's see if anyone can pony-up a 100!
Rolled 52 + 2 (1d100 + 2)
>>6278469OKAY UHHHHHH
Rolled 38 (1d100)
>>6278469>flashback critfailI guess Rezzie's having a second meal: a Nothingburger
>>6278470>>6278475>>6278480>NAT 1Well look on the bright side: this happened in a flashback and Rezzie's here and totally fine, right?
OR IS SHE!? OooOooooOOOH
>>6278490The total failure while attempting to do an Anton-esque maneuver might explain why she came back to "kill" us.
Knowing him, he’d probably be a mouthbreathing JERK and YELL at you a lot! Spindly little wretch. There’ll be HELL to pay one of these days, he can be certain of that!
Though… he’d also probably make a plan, right? Concoct some hare-brained scheme that would take the GREATER DEMON completely by surprise… and totally work out somehow in the end!
So cool...
FOCUS, Rezzie! It’s not a bad idea… and you DO want to test out a few of those SPELLS you gained knowledge of from that old tub of bones-
WAIT WAIT WAIT, you groan, this you HAVE to ask about!
In a shocking display of self-control, Rezalith merely lets out a long, weary sigh at your interruption. “Ask about WHAT, AnTOOL.”
SPELLS, you exclaim! Since when can she do MAGIC?!
“Yea, that’s news to me!” Adds Volka with a nod! “I mean… I knew you were a demon an’ all, but-”
“Ugh, I KNEW you’d ask about this…” Grumbles the hellion as her wings flutter behind her in growing frustration! “I knew it the minute I woke up this morning! AnTWERP!”
Quit pouting and spill the beans already, you groan as the devil sits sulking with her arms crossed and brow furrowed!
“Fiiiiiiiine,” Huffs the hellspawn, “When I was down in that hole a few days ago I met some old dead magic man who gave me everything he knew about magic, okay?” Her head jerks to the side. “A girl can’t have any secrets anymore… stupid, rotten Anton...”
You WHAT!? Before you can interrogate her further, you feel a small claw hold you back!
“Anton, dear, take it easy.” TT coos, giving you a few reassuring pats on the chest. “On that note,” The Spinner adds, “WHAT THE HELLS, REZZIE!? YOU MET AN UNDEAD WIZARD AND DIDN’T TELL US!?”
She’s standing on the chair now… oh boy, don’t fall!
“WHAT WAS HIS NAME!? WHEN WAS HE FROM!?”
“I didn’t ask!” Shrugs the demon indignantly! “Should I have?”
“YES!”
YES!
Rezzie nearly falls out of the back of her recliner at your sudden shouts! “Okay, OKAY, she howls, “I thought that kind of thing happened a lot in this dumb world! ‘Sorry’!”
“UuuUUgghhh, it’ll be impossible to find that place again too!” TT groans, clutching her head in dismay! “Imagine what I could’ve LEARNED! I could’ve been set for life-”
Ahem.
“Oh… I mean WE!” Sputters the Spinner with wide eyes! “A-all of us! We coulda’ lived like royalty!”
“Awww, well I don’t think I’d like to be royalty, to be perfectly honest…” Mutters Volka with a sheepish look on her face! “Seems like a lotta’ responsibility an-”
“I mean the rich part, Volkie. We’d be stinking rich.”
“Ooh!” The Skog remarks, her yellow eyes glowing like truck headlights, “Well sign me up fer’ that! Stinkin’!”
>CONTD.
>>6278540Look, you groan, you’ll get back to all this in a bit, okay? You need to catch Rezzie up with what’s been going on in your neck of the woods too…
“We’re here to lay the HURT on people, Rezzie. You’re gonna love it.” Adds Tzah-Tzie!
“Hmmm… I HAVE been known to lay the hurt on people on occasion, it’s true…” The fiend mutters.
L-let’s get back on track, okay? So she said she was gonna cast a spell…?
“Mhm! You bet I was!” Rezalith replies, puffing out her chest with pride! “And you’ll never guess what happened next!”
“You cast an illusion over the whole forest!?” Asks TT, her eyes lit up with excitement!
“You turned into a Maakar an’ snuck in under the demon’s nose?” Guesses Volka with equal eagerness!
You set a fire?
“Nope, nope, aaaaaaaaaand nope!” Smiles the succubus! “Toldja you’ll never guess!”
“Well go on then,” Smirks the Skog as she leans forward with delight, “Tell us!”
“Yea!” TT nods as she taps at her handy tablet! “Details, please~”
“I don’t have any details,” Frowns the fiend as she leans back in her seat, “None. Zip.”
What… what does that even mean, you reply with a weak and rapidly-drooping smile! Rezalith responds with a shrug.
“Means I don’t remember. It’s one big blank in my memory. What did you morons think I meant when I said ‘you’ll never guess what ha-’
You thought she was leading up to a big reveal, you snarl! What the Hell!?
“You remember everything you did EXCEPT for the most important part!?” TT growls, her tail swishing angrily behind her!
“Hey, whatever happened to ‘Being there’ for me when I make a mistake, huh!?” The demon fires back with fire in her eyes! “Duplicitious dingbat!”
Where does she even LEARN these words-
Your conversation is put on hold by a firm series of knocks at your cabin door! Sharing an uncertain glance with your cabin buddies, you put your shouting match on hold as you take charge of checking on the door!
It’s not like any of the others are leaping to answer it…
Tugging the door open a little bit, you’re met with a familiar pair of very tired-looking segmented eyes…
“Yea, you’re being extremely loud?” Grumbles the Chytree from the hall you spoke to TT in, “Again…?”
Oh, uh… s-sorry, man.
“Just… keep it down, okay?”
>CONTD.
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>>6278542A few hushed apologies later, you’re back in your seat with a trio of very embarrassed-looking ladies. So, you begin in a hushed tone, does she remember anything after her little spelling mishap?
“Ha ha ha, that’s SO funny, Ant-”
DOES she? Rezalith abandons her previously-scheduled abuse and turns to more pressing answers. “... I remember waking up in a tree,” She mutters, her eyes wandering as if trying to spot the missing memories, “And it was snowing… and much colder, so I think it was nighttime when I came to…”
“What time do you think it was when you first arrived?” Asks Tzah-Tzie as she cocks her head to the side. Rezzie’s furrowed brow grows even furrowed-er!
“MMm…. must’ve been the afternoon at the latest…” She sighs, shaking her head in frustration! “Still heard those damned animals chirping, so…”
“So ya’ woke up later…” Volka mutters to herself, “Well at least you didn’t get hurt, Rezzie… that’s some good news, right?”
“There’s more…” The devil replies as she looks up with fresh energy in her expression! “I remember… snarling...”
You open your mouth to ask for more info, but it’s too late! AAAIIIIEEE-
Whatever happened, it left you no worse for wear… a bit dizzy and nauseous, maybe. As you untangle yourself from the gnarled, rubbery vines rising like tentacles out from the top of the tree you woke up in, you hear something nearby…
A few somethings, in fact. Yelping… gnawing flesh… and beaks clicking.
Lots and lots of clicking.
You don’t even need to get out of the tree to know where the wilderness revue is happening, but that’s not the worst part:
The GREATER DEMON’S scent:
It’s gone RANCID.
What’s the plan?
>Blow off some steam. Kill whatever pack beasts are eating your prey!>Make a MUCH SAFER distraction to lure them away!>You’re in no hurry… see if they leave!>Animals are dumb… maybe you can scare them off?>Write-In!
>>6278544>Blow off some steam. Kill whatever pack beasts are eating your prey!No blood for you. Too bad.
>>6278544>Blow off some steam. Kill whatever pack beasts are eating your prey!Womp womp.
>>6278549>>6278574>GET EMSorry, all, evening ran away from me and got really busy! Will write an update Tuesday Morning! No rolls necessary--Angy Rezzie's a force to be reckoned with, especially in regards to pack beasts!
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>>6278676Hot bile rises in your throat as the reality of the situation settles in: you hunted this bastard for DAYS. Pushed your wings to the limit! Slept in caves and crevasses!
… and you broke ties with the closest thing you had to friends.
The vines around you crackle as hellish flames rise from your skin! Leaping to the forest floor, you follow the howls and clicks to their source: the foul-smelling corpse of a demon whose scent you don’t even recognize… which means they were either really cautious, or not too strong at all!
The reality of the situation settles in as hellfire spreads to the snow-covered ground around you. Their meal interrupted, the pack of beaked beasts whimper and yowl at the Hell you’ve brought to their dinner… but one refuses to bow to your might.
Bellowing as it strides past its packmates comes THE ALPHA: it’s hard to say whether it’s a male or female, but you don’t really care…
You’re angry... and there’s only a few ways you know of that can cheer you up!
“Ant!”
The whisper at your side takes you by surprise, to say the least! Roused from watching and listening to Rezalith reenact her big brawl with the Beakwolves and their pack leader, sound effects and all, you might add, you turn your attention to the pint-sized performer sitting next to you! Yea, babe?
“What do you thi-” She pauses mid-sentence with blood-red cheeks as she registers your response. “... What do you think that spell was she casted?” A wry grin forms on her still-crimson face. “... Stud?”
You haven’t the foggiest, you shrug, flinching as Rezalith fills the cabin with the loudest ‘CRRRRSSSHSHHHHKKSKK!’ you’ve ever heard! Magic’s not really your wheelhouse… well, not Fantasy Magic, at least.
“I don’t like it…” Mutters the musician under her breath. “I only know a spell or two, but I know enough to know they don’t tend to fizzle out without something happening…”
You blink. She knows magic?
“Nothing fancy…” Tzah-Tzie replies sheepishly! “Oulster’s Ringing Reverb… Greater Volume, Tarkannen’s Major Tuning…”
“HEY!” Snarls the devil as she balances atop her chair, “You’re gonna miss the best part!”
What about the part where she investigates the corpse, you fire back! She said it was… what, rancid?
“Did the Maakar get to it first!?” Sputters Volka with horror in her eyes! “Beakwolves juiced up on Greater Demon Blood… no THANKS!”
“Those things were munching on it when I came to, yea…” Frowns the fiend, “But as I was saying BEFORE EVERYBODY STOPPED LISTENIIIIIIIING, none of those beaked boors I ate had any hint of demon in ‘em. Zero.”
>CONTD.
>>6278884Wait a second, you reply with confusion settling into your tone, didn’t she think eating that Greater Demon would-
“Yep, but get this:” Rezalith interrupts with a hint of wariness in her voice, “When I sampled some of the corpse… I felt nothing. It was like eating… I dunno, empty meat or something.”
“Empty… meat?” TT echoes, befuddled.
“Yea, empty meat!” Rezalith repeats with a little more ire in her tone! “Like… imagine you’re eating your favorite food, right? But when you bite in, you…” She pauses. “There’s no flavor.”
“That sounds terrible…” Gasps Volka!
It certainly does, you remark with a stoic nod, mulling over the details in your head. Rezalith was pretty certain eating the demon would give her some power… but to get nothing AFTER the corpse started to smell foul… and for none of the Maakar to get any of that sweet, sweet power…
“You okay, Ant?” Asks TT with a concerned look in her eyes. “You’re doing that thing where your face gets all scrunched up.”
“Hah! Anton finally learned how to think!” Snickers Rezzie as she leans back in her chair! “Welcome to the club, you dunce!”
You’re fine, you mutter under your breath, but you think you’ve got a theory about what’s going on here…
Why do you think the corpse didn’t do anything for Rezzie?
>Her spell must have messed with it!>Eating demons doesn’t do shit!>Someone or something got there first!>She was too late… It's just spoiled!>The Maakar must’ve messed with it!>Stay Silent!>Write-In!
>>6278885Well, she was certain it would give her power, so I think
>Someone or something got there first!Rezzie, you left us after we got angry you constantly wanted demon flesh.
Might be possible something else thought the same thing as you?
>>6278890But what if the spell ruined it?
>>6278892...Then vote for that?
We're basically guessing here.
>>6278900Ok, then
>>6278885>Her spell must have messed with it!
Yea, no penalties here! Just having Anton weigh some thoughts. If we're still tied in a bit I'll just do both.
>>6278936Then I vote to do both, then.
>>6278901>>6278941>FUCK IT, BOTH!Lets rockkkkk
“Yea?” Asks Volka as she leans in with curiosity plastered all over her face, “Whatcha’ thinkin’, flash?”
Again, you’re no magic meister, you begin, weighing your words as they carefully come out of your mouth, but Rezzie was able to sniff out this demon from miles away, right?
“Yep!” Nods the hellion with pride, “It’s how I tracked you down too! Once whatever was hiding this thing went down, that is!”
“Good to know the Skyrail’s almost demon-proof…” Mutters TT under her breath.
The scent only went away… or, well, changed, you continue, AFTER Rezzie tried to cast her spell!
“Think something happened while she was konked out?” TT asks, tilting her head to the side.
That’s one theory, you reply with a soft ‘heh!’ and a smile! But there’s another possibility: Rezalith’s spell might have messed with the demon too!
“It’s not impossible…” The Durher replies with a few swishes of her tail. “Spell malfunctions can be pretty nasty… and unpredictable at the best of times!”
“Mhm! Used ta’ know a mage who fat-fingered a spell once!” Adds Volka as she laughs at the story she’s about to tell! “Made his voice squeakier than a Durher kit’s! Permanently!” Her smile droops. “... He WAS a Durher, though, so it wasn’t really that weird, but… but y’know…”
Rez, you continue, what spell was she trying to cast anyways? The devil shrugs.
“Nothing special–Old Bones said something about it being a GHASTLY WAIL or something? Spooks people, especially the dumb ones.” A toothy grin creeps onto her face. “Hey, lemme try it on you!”
Y-YIKES!
“Problem is,” Sighs the Spinner next to you, “Is that there’s really no telling what a spell failure is gonna look like. You could cast the most innocuous spell ever and it could conjure… I dunno, a giant TZERG or something.”
“D-don’t even JOKE about that, T!” Sputters Volka as she casts a wary glance around the cabin! “They… they can’t live on land, right?”
The Spinner shrugs. “Dunno! Pretty spooky though, riiiight?”
“Y-yikes!”
Can we stop saying ‘YIKES’ and think for a minute here!?
“You started it…” Mutters Rezalith as she impatiently scratches the arm of her chair.
Doubling back to your first theory, you huff, could there have been anyone else out there with the same idea as Rezzie?
>CONTD.
>>6278996“Well Templars an’ the like can track ‘em down pretty easily…” Muses Volka as her tail gives the floor a gentle thump. “Mitaaran and any of the other ones, really.”
“Mages too.” Frowns TT. “They’d have a motive, too… having a demon under control… or at least their power, well-”
Your devil pal scoffs. “Yea, like that big-eyed pervert you morons left me with. Shoulda blown him and his stupid fireworks shop to the next plane…”
The question is, you continue with a deepening frown, would any of these people be close enough to pick up on the GREATER DEMON’S position… AND get to it before Rezalith? The Temple’s demon detection can’t be THAT strong, and if a mage was sniffing around Rezzie’s prey then she woulda’ sniffed them out, right?
The hellish huntress’ cocky smile falters a bit. “Yea, well… the problem with a demon that size is that it kinda overwhelms your senses…”
What, like she couldn’t smell anything else? The demon nods. Well, you sigh as you sink deeper into your chair, that… certainly complicates things…
“Ant…” TT’s wary tone makes you bristle a bit. Y-yea?
“I think we might also be ignoring another possible… candidate.” Her lime green eyes gradually hike up your side and meet your gaze. “You know who I’m talking about?”
It takes you a moment before the realization settles in… she’s… she’s talking about…
The Durher nods.
Jhairo?
Volka perks up. “Huh? What about Jhairo?”
“Who’s Jhairo?” Spits Rezzie. “The other big-eyed guy? Not a fan!”
“NO, Ant!” Groans the musician! “I’m talking about the OTHER human! The one who got summoned too!”
TT’s suggestion slaps you across the face like a gauntlet… Hell, in all of the excitement you’d nearly forgotten about her…
LIZ.
>CONTD.
>>6278997You can’t see it, but it’s snowing.
https://youtu.be/cpGgQHAublY
Flakes fall like feathers, blanketing the forest floor and settling in your messy hair as you let your CHINCHILL PUMP-ACTION linger above your head–its smoking barrel making the powdery precipitation hiss on contact.
You missed the cold.
“P-p-please….” Whines the six-eyed sneak from where you kicked him to the ground, “I… I didn’t mean nothin’...”
His heart, or whatever’s pumping in this thing’s chest, is jackhammering as you stare him down–hard enough for you to feel it in your teeth.
Poor little gun thief, you think to yourself as he clutches the kiss you gave him with your knife, you must have scared him half to death.
He won’t be a problem, you reason, but his friends might. Still stunned from the shotgun’s discharge, the would-be thief’s pals watch your every movement like a pack of coyotes. Wary, but not sure whether to bolt or bite yet.
Four freaks. Eight eyes between them: puce on the little shifty one, orange on tall and tusks, red hidden behind a pair of gaudy glasses…
… and periwinkle on the only one who isn’t sweating bullets.
“You’re not from around here, are y-”
You shut him up with another gunshot–this one going into the powder next to him. Stupid, especially if you ended up hitting a rock, but it does the job: the shotgun’s report sends them all ducking for cover like roaches. The subtle shift in the leader’s stare tells you everything you need to know:
He’s not used to not being in charge.
You idly load a few more shells.
First time for everything.
What do?
>Eliminate them. The locals have been nothing but trouble.>Interrogate them. ‘Knowledge is power’~>Leave while you can. You’ll lose them in the hills.>Answer Periwinkle’s question. You can be nice.>Stay silent. Let them stew a bit.>Write-In!
>>6279000Oh. Liz is just going full doomslayer.
I am now horrified about how she's going to handle meetin' Anton later.
>Stay silent. Let them stew a bit.Intimidation...
>>6279000>Interrogate them. ‘Knowledge is power’~The girl...
>>6279000>Interrogate them. ‘Knowledge is power’~Liz is pretty cool. Bones, are you SURE that our Anton is the same one who who rejected her instead of some gay frycook loser who accidentally had his memories beamed into our STRAIGHT frycook loser?
>>6279012yfw you realize Anton took her to the BONE ZONE multiple times
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>>6279014>gets some badass shotgun girl despite being a foodwagie>actively bangs her multiple times>she actively wants to move in with him and help him become an actual working adult>"nah actually i'd rather break up. bye."You know what Rezzie? You can mangle him a little, as a treat.
>>6279015Ant clearly prefers his partners communicative and expressive, to judge by who he's surrounded himself with since arriving and what he and TT are like.
>>6279000>Interrogate them. ‘Knowledge is power’~
A hush falls over the clearing save for the incessant whimpering coming from the six-eye bleeding all over the snow. You didn’t stick him that hard…
You allow yourself an inward grin. But they don’t need to know that.
Weapon in hand, you take the scenic route over to one of the trees behind you–making certain to take slow, methodical strides and exposing your back to your would-be ambushers to see if any are dumb enough to take the bait.
Save for their friend on the ground, they aren’t. No, wait… as your back makes contact with the spiny bark, you notice more than one pair of eyes flit away from Mr. Periwinkle. You were right: they bark when he barks.
Doesn’t matter, though–from where you’re leaning you could blast them all with one shell if they rush you.
Two, tops. Very sloppy.
Glancing down at your handiwork moaning in the snow, you turn your steely gaze onto the ambushers. Gee, you remark in a lackadaisical tone, is he going to be okay?
“The HELLS do you care, bitch!?” Snarls the short one! Short fuse on him. “Think you can just stab whoever ya’ like!? DO YA!?”
No, you methodically reply, where you come from you just let people rush you and take all of your stuff. A beat. You just thought you’d try something new with them, is all. The pipsqueak doesn’t appreciate your Earthling humor.
“Uppity-”
“Look,” Interjects the leader, taking a few cautious steps forward as if you didn’t notice, “Let’s call this what it is, okay? A-”
Forbearance, you interject as your shotgun’s stock gets comfortable in your shoulder pocket.
“A mistake,” He corrects, frowning at your remark. “We thought you were someone else, is all… and you aren’t, so-”
Well that perks you right up. Who did they think you were, you ask as you cock your head to the side.
“Can’t tell ya.”
Actually… your gloved fingers drum against the gun loud enough to make a few taps. He can.
You’ll give this guy one thing: he’s smart enough to know when he doesn’t hold all the cards. “Okay, okay,” he sighs, making a show of running his hand over his face, “We were looking for a girl, alright? And you ain’t her, so-”
Eyes all over the place… so are his neck movements. Much different from how composed he was before. You indulge in a sigh yourself.
Liar, liar, pants on fire. Making a show of crossing one leg across the other, you meet his lying eyes with a fresh glare.
They know you’re not from here, don’t they?
The goons exchange a wary glance. That’s a yes.
Then they know just how inconvenient it is for you to have witnesses walking around.
Glance #2. The communication on these guys…
>CONTD.
>>6279150“We.. we won’t tell nobody…” Mutters the shades-wearer. That’s the plan, yea, you lazily reply.
“Just tell us what ya’ want…” Mutters the tall one in the back.
This time it’s your turn to blink. The brains of the outfit…
His big yellow eyes balloon out of their sockets. “Wha? No, I-”
Since we’re all sharing ‘fun facts’, you drawl, here’s a fun one about you: resting your chin on the hand that isn’t currently fingering the trigger guard, you give your new friends a long, hard stare.
You can always tell when you’re being lied to.
“Neetzshit!” Croons the tiny one! “Ain’t no w-”
Your Medusa’s Gaze falls upon the furball. True or False, you purr: he’s never wet the bed.
The rest of the mooks join you in staring as the hotheaded hoodlum slowly melts under pressure. “F-forget it!” He spits! “Godsdamned worst day of my godsdamned life…”
New game, you sigh: you’re going to ask them questions… and they have to answer.
“T-truthfully?” Asks the oddly-quiet one in the shades. He’s up to something. Did he not hear what you said about being lied to?
“N-no, I… I heard…” He stammers with a shaky and unnervingly-toothy smile! They looked pretty human until they opened their mouths…
“And when, pray tell, is the game over?” Asks the leader, now bent over his six-eyed subordinate.
When you say it’s over, you flatly reply. Should keep it short, though–fear makes men fly.
What ask?
>Seen another human?>Why are they out here?>Who do they work for?>Nearest town?>Who’s in charge of this place?>Write-In.Next update tomorrow, probably! Hope to see you then!
>>6279151>Why are they out here?>Who do they work for?>Nearest town?I do not believe Liz would have any reason to think they know about another human. They said the person they confused her for was a girl, so obviously not Anton.
>>6279152She immediately knew Lido was lying about that, though. They're looking for someone, alright...
>>6279156Yeah, but she don't look the smallest bit like Antoine Pois. Not logical to assume they'd know she's the same as Anton.
>>6279151>Who’s in charge of this place?>Who do they work for?>Seen another human?>>6279152>>6279159She DOES know Anton is here, though. She wound up here looking for us at our our apartment, and after being summoned muttered about us.
>>6279168She knows Anton is there, but she wouldn't have a reason to believe these guys would know what the hell a human even was and much less that she and Anton were the same thing.
>>6279151>Who’s in charge of this place?>Who do they work for?>Seen another human?
>>6279170If si' on an alien world with only two known humans, and the alien seem to know what I am, I'd suspect they knew something about the other human. Even if they know something about humans other than Anton and Liz, that in and of itself is important info, no?
>>6279152>>6279168>>6279289THE TALLY:
>WHY OUT HERE: 1>WORK FOR: 3>NEAREST TOWN: 1>WHO'S IN CHARGE: 2>OTHER HUMAN: 2We'll go for the threefers and twofers! Writing!
You’ll start with an easy one, you begin, hands still firmly gripping your gun, who do they work for? The ringleader answers with a scoff.
“‘Work for’? We run our own racket, kid-”
Lie.
“Ngh…” He sputters, clearly not being used to being called out, “We… We work for a company… okay?”
“Yea!” Grins the fuzzball, “We sell spice!”
And waylaying travelers on the road is, what, aggressive sales tactics? That earns a smile out of the bossman.
“Look, you seem like a smart girl-”
He’s gonna make you blush.
“We are…” Mutters Periwinkle Eyes as he searches for the right words, “Procurers and providers of things that might not be easy to acquire…” He grins. “Under certain rules and guidelines, that is.”
Just your luck you’d run into mobsters. You tend to get more info when you play dumb, though, so you play it dumb.
Meaning?
“There…” Your friendly neighborhood mobster stammers, clearly not expecting you to ask for clarification, “There are… we-”
“Slaves! Potions! Magic Stuff!” Croaks the six-eyed stab victim, “You want it, we got i-AAACK!”
“We aren’t just average crooks, okay?” Growls the leader after delivering a well-timed kick, “We’ve got influence. Connections. Zoral wouldn’t function without Spice.”
‘Zoral’. So that’s what this place is called… and who runs the show, exactly? The goons exchange a wary glance–guess they’re starting to believe in your ‘lie detector’.
“It ain’t a secret, really.” Grunts the strong, silent type in the back. “Name’s Vhale. He calls the shots.”
Just him, huh?
“Well,” Shades chimes in as he shoots an unsure glance over to the leader, “We… there’s an agreement he’s got with… well, Umberal's lord-”
Umberal, you repeat, that a town?
“A CITY! And it’s got a lord runnin’ it!” Yips the feisty furball! “You want a civics lesson!? Take a hike up there yourself!”
But you’re having so much fun with them you reply dryly. A blast, really.
“Needo coulda’ phrased it nicer,” The ringleader sighs as he shoots a glare in the furball’s direction, “But if you really want the rundown on who’s who, you oughta’ talk to someon-”
But you’re talking to them, you interject as you drum your fingers on your shotgun. But okay. Bye~
“WAITWAITWAIT!” Exclaims the leader, “WE CAN TALK!”
His subordinates watch in silent awe… they’ve never seen him like this before, and it shows. Hmmm, you remark as you uncross your legs and shake some snow off your bomber jacket, SOLD.
“So,” the boss continues, his eye trembling at his sudden outburst, “Zoral’s split into five pieces, really: Umberal, where we’re from, is to the North, The Bite to the East…” His gaze wanders over to tallboy. “Biiba’s folk. The West is pretty wild, still–forests that have been around for… well, since before the darkness, really.”
>CONTD.
>>6279396So this place wasn’t always dark… but the locals just accept it. Odd.
“And we,” He concludes with an admittedly-charming smile, “Are in the South! Far South. Not much here aside from a few independent villages-”
“And MIKK…” Hisses your stab victim.
The name sends a chill through the clearing as a deathly silence falls upon the mobsters.
“Muuzi…” Periwinkle grunts as he scans the woods around you, “We don’t say that name in these parts…”
You do now, you reply. Who’s MIIK? The others clam up, but six-eyes… ‘Muuzi’, as he was called, doesn’t seem to get the memo.
“Dweller… in the Deep…” He croaks, still clutching the wound like it’ll kill him, “Lord of the Southern Seas… pop always warned… not ta’ sail too far out…”
Lords, you repeat, savoring the word like a fine wine, so they run the show, huh.
“Yea,” The leader nods, “A-and we don’t really talk about them much, okay?” Taking a steadying breath, he tries his best to regain his confident demeanor. It doesn’t work. “Anywho, smack dab in the middle of it all is CROSSROADS. Big trade hub. Run by a Merchant’s Guild.”
A weary sigh escapes your lips. Your search just got a lot more complicated. Sensing your stress, Periwinkle sends a toothy grin your way. “Getting tired?”
You answer with a long, hard stare. One more thing, you add as you adjust your back’s position on the tree: they’re looking for someone.
Just like that, his smile sags. “Y-yea…”
Who?
“Well,” The boss mutters, weighing his words in his head before spitting them out, “He’s… well he’s kinda like you-”
Anton.
“H-hey, good guess!” Remarks the glasses-wearing goon! You don’t respond. Next question, you drone as you gently finger the trigger, why?
“He made trouble for our boss.” Periwinkle explains, not even bothering lying anymore, “So we were told to track him down and bring him in.” His smile recovers. “For a talk.”
Like they talked to you? The leader laughs.
“A misunderstanding, nothing more!” His expression takes a turn for the serious. “This Anton guy, though… he’s dangerous.”
Amazing. He almost got you to laugh there. They think Anton is dangerous. The man who somehow manages to trap himself in the bathroom on a weekly basis. You never thought you’d see the day.
They think he’s dangerous, though, which means he’s in trouble. Are they the only ones searching? Periwinkle scoffs.
“I WISH. We’re just one team, sweetheart… and only one’s gonna get the finder’s fee.”
So the mob’s hunting Anton. Dumbfuck could write books on pissing people off...
>CONTD.
>>6279398“H-hey Lido,” Stammers Shades, “Why don’t we work tog-”
“Can it, Shades.” Lido snaps, before turning his periwinkle eyes your way, “Anything else we can illuminate for you, doll? It’s getting cold, so if you’re gonna kill us…”
You’re thinking about it. Anything else?
>Nearest town?>What do they know about Anton?>Tell me more about the other teams.>Where are they headed?>You’re done. Ice ‘em.>We’re through here. Leave them.>They’re gonna help you, actually.>Write-In.
>>6279399>Nearest town?>Where are they headed?>You’re done. Ice ‘em.
>>6279399>Nearest town?>What do they know about Anton?>You’re done. Ice ‘em.Waow...Liz Quest...
>>6279400>>6279546>TOWN?>WHERE HEADED?>WASTE EM>>6279403>TOWN?>ANTON?>WASTE EMOkay, folks! WRITINGGGG
>>6279399>Where are they headed?
towiida
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This ‘Lido’ is right about one thing: it’s getting colder. Nightfall, if you had to guess. If your friends are going to try something stupid, it’ll be soon.
Nearest town, you drone as you give your trigger finger a much-needed stretch, where is it?
“Ghh…” Groans Muuzi from his comfy spot in the snow, “W-WIIDA… Nothin’ but… Giid farmers… Tavern… ngghh… grew up near there…”
Out of all the places he could bleed out… poetic, huh?
“Go…to HELL…”
Don’t worry, you will. How far is this Wiida?
“Coupla’ miles.” Shades answers as you feel a faint tingle in your teeth. “Back that way.”
You don’t bother glancing over your shoulder as you draw an arrow in the snow with your boot. Such good friends, you remark with the faintest of smiles in your tone, taking your pal ‘Muuzi’ here home.
“Word is your buddy Anton mighta’ headed South.” Lido retorts as his original confidence slowly filters back into his voice. “We’re gonna head him off in RYTZO.” He grins. “Seaside Village. Very quaint.”
What makes them so certain Anton’ll stop by? Seems a little off the beaten path.
“On the contrary,” Shades chimes in, “All roads in the South pass through Rytzo eventually, so-”
“So if he comes through,” Lido sneers, “We’ll be ready for him.”
You straighten out your posture and square your stance. Is that right?
“Hey,” The boss snorts with a toothy smile, “We may be goons, but we’re not st-”
BLAAAAAAM!
CH-CHK!
BLAAAAAAM!
Thunder… and then silence.
Blessed silence.
You didn’t even hear their bodies hit the snow. Still took two shots thanks to tons-of-fun in the back. So it goes.
>CONTD.
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>>6279661Dutifully retrieving the warm shell casings from the ground, you stick them in the backpack pocket with the rest of the spent shells. You were sloppy when you first arrived, but the jet-lag’s gone now. You’re still not worried about running out of ammo, but, well…
‘Better to have and not need…’
Sticking your blade into your friend Muuzi’s neck on the way over, you get to work relieving the made men of their worldly belongings.
Leather armor. Curved blades of all shapes and sizes. A hook-shaped mace belonging to the tusked terror in the back. Sacks of spice that makes your nostrils itch. Rings, bracelets, necklaces, chunks of card-sized metal with those rough surfaces… Oh, and more pouches of those jingling things you keep finding on these freaks. Money, most likely. Must be up to four-thousand of the damn things by now.
You take the smaller stuff. Even if the armor fit you, it wouldn’t do much that wasn’t already being done. And besides-
You put that thought on hold when you notice an error in your count: Silent Shades. Big-Man Biiba. Leader Lido… Messed-Up Muuzi…
SSHCK.
A cold, thin blade gets acquainted with your side.
“How’s that feel?”
...Needo.
The small slasher doesn’t wait for your response before going to town–sticking your side like a kid making airholes in a jar for his new bug pet and laughing all the while.
“MUUZI! SHADES! LIDO! BIIBA!” The lights are on, but nobody’s home. Guess there is honor among thieves…
Loyalty, maybe.
Your pint-sized perforator only realizes something’s wrong when you turn around to face him–your stony expression no worse for wear… and his blade never sinking further than skin-deep. Picking him up by the scruff of his surprisingly-fluffy neck, you bring the murderous little stoat to your eye-level.
“Da’ Hells..”
One more time, you drone as you stare a hole through his trembling eyes, with feeling.
Needo tries, of course, but the stab is uncertain. Frantic. By the time the blade is halfway down in its arc, you’ve already flung the fuzzball into the trees.
He lands in the snow about ten feet away, give-or-take. By the time you’ve retrieved your knife from Muuzi’s throat, Needo’s still on his ass.
His pupils are pinpricks. Body’s quaking. Poor bastard: he’s not used to being the scared one. The two of you stare each other down like statues before you break the ice:
Go on, you tell him in the usual lackadaisical tone,
Run.
And they’re off, you think as you watch the mobster scamper off into the woods. He has a head start, but he’s scared as hell–his tracks’ll be easy to follow. Cracking your neck, you load a few more shells into your Chinchill.
You hungry?
Your answer comes in the form of a raspy laugh.
”Always! Oh, and darlin’…
Call me RED.”
END OF PART 5!
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>>6279662Part 5 done and DUSTED… and I couldn’t have gotten there without you guys! Sorry if this feels a little early, but I figure Umberal could use a little more TLC than a thread on Page 8 could provide! The next week or so will be a little busy as I get set up at a new job, so expect a delay in Part 6… Keep an eye on the /qtg/ thread or bug me on Discord if you really get Bones Withdrawal. That’d be a first!
This thread’s been ARCHIVED! You can use the link below to check the whole thing out.
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Dark%20Quest
Time for some homework! We’re going to add a little extra to the bottom this time, so look sharp!
>What was your favorite part of Thread 5?>What could be improved in the future?>Who/what do you wanna see more of in the next thread?>What do you think will happen next?!>Who's your fave character and why?>Who's your LEAST fave character and why?>Anything else? Questions? Comments? Darksonas?DOUBLE BONE-US TIME: We didn’t get much Liz info in the last thread, so I’m giving you a DOUBLE CHALLENGE this time around:
>What do you think Morook the Chytree looks like?>What do you think Liz the Human looks like?That’s all for now… enjoy Summer while it lasts–I’ll be there for ya’ when it starts to cool down, don’t worry. Thanks again for playing, voting, lurking, and just being patient! Hope to see y’all in the next one!
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>>6279663>What do you think Liz the Human looks like?
>>6279663Won't answer all but I'll answer some.
>Who's your LEAST fave character and why?The station guard. What a fucking cunt.
>Who's your fave character and why?Ignoring waifufag impulses, RED. I like super smug dudes who actually put weight behind their words.
>Who you wanna see more of???Jhairo, to annoy those who hate him.
>What do you think will happen next?!We end up stumbling upon Liz and shit G O E S D O W N.
>What do you think Liz the Human looks like?Beanpole, tomboy, wears a lot of torn up demin
Dyed hair of some kind, not sure what color.
>>6279765>smilingRare Liz unlocked!
>>6279767I don't wanna burn your biscuit, anon... but Liz is down South. Y'all are headin' North
>>6279842I am a HOPE CHUD....
Yeah, yeah, I assumed it's like a 2-3 thread thing but I do wanna see these two idiots meet and try to kill each other.
For something more immediate, I wanna murderize the crime lords. Mr. RED told us to murderize them for a reason.
