ITS NOT WORTH IT ANY MORE, COMMIT SUICIDE.

questcancer

>>10122105
Try and work out where we are. Also, see if there's anything we can do to sate our hunger.

>>10122141
The only problem with quests is they like, need an end.

Don't get me wrong, bloodquest is some epic fucking shenanigans. Just saying maybe its about time we stuffed a few BBEGs and retire on whatever pension government-mutant-call-of-cthulu rejects get these days. Which i'm assuming is not much.

Archives- http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Bloodquest
Last night's thread because SOMEONE TAGGED IT WRONG- http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/10078525/

Inventory-
<NOTHING>

cool beans. i'm about 5 parts behind, i'll be back trolling shortly.

Take a bath in the water.

"I feel....hungry..."

>>10122159
You stand, wings now fully retracted into your veins. You shiver as the breeze picks up; your clothes have been all but destroyed by whatever sent you to this place, hanging off you in tatters. Looking around at the verdant slopes of the mountain range you are in, you notice that colors seem more vibrant; everything about this place seems more alive, subtly different in one way or another. There don't seem to be any signs of life, however. Your stomach rumbles, a vibration shared by your blood.

>What do?

we go looking for something to eat

we must feed!
(look for food maybe fly)

observe something really hard to see if we can fuck with reality yet.

>>10122495
>>10122482
You test your muscles carefully, concentrating as you feel the blood spanning out, forming your new wings. All told you have a wingspan of about 5 meters when the wings are fully extended, and when folded they stick well above your head. You pump your shoulders experimentally, trying to translate the movement into a proper manipulation of the blood.

>Roll dice to LEARN TO FLY

rolled 40 = 40

>>10122604

>>10122649

>>10122649
>40

You take off at a jog, clumsily stumbling as the wind catches in the wings. You manage to flex them properly a few times, feeling the rush of wind and upward momentum. Your feet leave the ground for several impressive gliding jumps before one of your wings catches the wind wrong and snaps downward, sending you crashing onto the hard ground. You remain prone for several seconds, waiting for the dull throbbing pains to die down before slowly getting to your feet.
"Shit..."

rolled 29 = 29

>>10122604
Here goes nothing

if at first you don't succeed

rolled 16 = 16

if at first you don't succeed

(lol try again)

damn it all to hell

>>10122833
>16

You stumble as you rise, teeth gritted in frustration. You charge downhill again, feeling the lift tugging at your body. You run up a natural ramp of rock, thrusting yourself off the edge and flexing the wings mightily. Unfortunately, this sends you backwards instead of upwards, crashing into the rock and bouncing agonizingly to earth once more. That's going to bruise.

rolled 14 = 14

WE WILL FLY!

son of a...

the dice gods frown upon us.

rolled 96 = 96

last try then fuck flying forever.

rolled 57 = 57

FUCK YEAH BLOOD QUEST.
I haven't read the thread yet but have some dice.

Fuck yeah, BQ!

And tg's dice continue to be god awful. At least it hasn't killed us. Yet
Can't we take 50 or something for our flight check? It's not like we're under any particular pressure at the moment.

>>10122914
>14
You fail even to successfully stand after the nasty shock of your last crash, crying out as your punished shins give out. However, a crack of the neck and several deep breaths have you on your feet again, rotating your arm to stretch your shoulder.

>>10122953
>96
You stand very still, slowly flexing the wings and observing the breezes produced, the pull and tug on your torso. Slowly you begin manipulating the blood to surge more powerfully, wings kicking up a stiff breeze. Gradually, however, your feet no longer touch the ground, the wings providing sufficient lift for you to hover in place. Through experimentation, you learn the subtle shifts in weight that can control your direction, the pauses you need to dip in height without crashing to the ground. Soon you are soaring over the valleys below you, staying about twenty feet above the ground so that you will survive any crash that may occur

<YOU HAVE LEARNED TO FLY>
<MANEUVERABILITY: MIDDLING>

>>10122661

>>10123151
Time to eat some deer?

>>10123151
While in the air we should be able to get a better view of the area so search around for any identifiable landmarks so we can figure out where we are. And while we're at it look for something we can eat.

>>10123151
Locate wildlife-related eatables.
Eat the eatables.
I wonder how 151 will react to the wings...

rolled 74 = 74

>>10123151
Rolling for a "Spot wildlife" check.

rolled 100 = 100

>>10123263
Fuck, that wasn't a low roll. Ignore that roll.
Rolling to Spot Wildlife again, and this time rolling shittier.

>>10123275
God fucking damn it, dice gods.
Oh well, at least we find some delicious wildlife. ALL OF IT.

>>10123275
ha

An amusing coincidence: I just started playing a glider level in Super Mario Galaxy 2 and I'm flying about as well as Helen.

>>10123275
"Garfield, have you found something we can eat?"
"Yes."
"What have you found?"
"EVERYTHING."

>>10123238
>>10123190
>>10123174
You cast your eyes at the ground below as you coast lazily on the breezes. Learning to fly has made you ravenous. The mountains, however, begin to dwindle around you, and you are soon sailing over the vast undulating dunes of a great desert, while the jagged teeth of the mountains fade behind you.

Ahead of you, through the sands, you can see some sort of city, and to the right of that city, further away, you can see the desert give way to grassy scrubland.

>what do?

It's that time of the night, everyone's favorite...

Archive Postan Time!

>>10123275
>Okay then

You spot the dusky coats of a handful of camels moving across the sands. Rolling to one side, you descend into a dive, armoring up as you do so. you streak towards them, landing on the back of one of them and scaring the shit out of all of them. Your blood quickly floods downwards, burning away the flesh as the other camels flee the scene of the ambush.

Every cell of your skin seems to hum with delight as you feel the essence of the creature dissolved to fuel you. You feel yourself purring in your throat.

>>10123275

>>10123373
Eat all the camels goddamn.

>>10123373
Are we creeping ourself out yet?

>>10123400
This, damn StonerDM are you sober?

hm, greater symbiosis it seems

>>10123442
>While I will occasionally put thoughts in your head when you're being influenced by something (your blood, The Gorgon, etc.) it's up to you how you really feel about those.

>>10123400
You lash out with your whips, snaring two more camels as they try to escape. Soon your blood is a frothing amoeba surrounding you as you satiate yourself on living flesh, searing open the bones and releasing the marrow vapor boiled within.

has it always been like this for you Garfield? It's... intoxicating.

>>10123478
Yeah, I'd say there's a little bit of freaked out.
It was alright when we separated the hunger from ourselves, but to actually feel the bloodlust is a bit... off-putting.
Just a minor bit, until we eat someone and enjoy it.
Then its major freak out time.
Then we accept it.

>>10123478
Wuh-oh. Does that mean Helen just burnt off her own arms?

"Has feeding always felt like this for you?" you ask your blood. "It's so...intoxicating. Almost dangerous feeling."
"No, whenever we feed I just feel...less hungry," Garfield says.
Interesting.

>>10123566
Well then. Fly around and find more stuff to eat, d'uh!

>>10123533
I'm against this
no need for her to feel freaked out.
just an "oh well" feeling will do fine.

>>10123631
How about "weirded out" instead of "freaked"?

>>10123678
Are you kidding? this is AWESOME!
More power! More blood! More eating!
It is a good feeling.
But I am hungry! Must find delicious eatable things!

same thing we've been doing all along now it just feels good this is in know way dangerous

>>10123701
this.
just a little less weird.

>Find more shit to eat.

You are located:
in a Desert
Nearby there is:
-a city
-grassland
-mountains (you came from here)

>What do?

we're full for now need to find our friends and not turn into a all consuming monster if we can help it.

rolled 59 = 59

>>10123731
City potentially good.
Grasslands also potentially good.
But eating in a city bad. :(
So, Grasslands!

Rolling to fly over the Grasslands, looking for herds of things - big herds of things - to eat.

>>10123767
THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS FULL.
ONLY SLIGHTLY LESS HUNGRY.

>>10123777
>For the record, you are satiated at this point. I will do this if others seem on board, but this isn't Doppleganger Damacy, you don't get stronger simply from eating things.

>>10123731
Go to city, stay in the shadows, find some clothes. Figure out where and when we are,and make our way back to our allies' last known position.

>>10123767
>implying we're not a monster already, and that the only difference has been that we were too weak to consume things

what's the city look like? modern? slum?

>>10123793
Satiated already? Aw, man. Go to the city and waste time talking to people until it's meal time again.

>>10123804
>good question

The city has the appearance of an Islamic town built during the Medieval era, pale stone walls and buildings accented by the tall spires of prayer towers.

>>10123845
None of that sounds very tasty, but whatever. Go ask them where something powerful and edible is located.

>>10123797
>>10123874
>The city

>Approach the city in flight?

now come on we were always an altruistic hero getting shit done to make the world better lets not become a rampaging beast like the subjects we've taken down before.

+1 for find clothes and locate our friends

>>10123914
No, and try to find some form of clothing before entering the city. The last thing we need is to be hunted down in some random place we know nothing about. After entering the city, try to get a phone or something and see if we can call Clara or someone.

>>10123929
Do both.
Be a rampaging beast that takes on other rampaging beasts.
And naw, approach the city on foot. Derp around. Try to find some fucker that speaks english.

lets be sneaky

can we make our blood look like clothes maybe?

I'd prefer sneaking into the city. Maybe wait til night and then fly in. Land on a roof and listen in see if we recognize the language maybe steal some clothes maybe if we are lucky we find a criminal to eat.

>>10123952
>>10123951
You descend to earth to walk the last half mile or so to the city. Unfortunately you are in the middle of the desert, so there are no spare clothes to be found. You are still wearing only tatters as you approach the front gate, where stands a spear-wielding guard. Most of his face is obscured by a turban, and a sleek, pale cat rests on his shoulders.

"Stop," he says as he sees you approach. "Go no further. What manner of beast are you?" he says, nodding his head in your direction. You look down at your rune-covered flesh. What manner of beast indeed.

>>10123991
>>10123958
>be sneaky

Whoops >_>

Uh human...ish

>>10124008
"Adventurer! Need work."

is he speaking English or do we have some sort of omni comunication powers

>>10124008
KILL HIM. CONSUME HIS FLESH. HE DOUBTS THE POWER OF THE OVERGOD.

oh well at least we can talk to them. Now we just need to know backward or forward in time? Ask them if the city has any scholars we're a beast looking for knowledge.

>>10124008
"A peaceful one."
Inquire our current whereabouts and if we can be let in. Ask to borrow a cellphone and try calling people we know to see if anyone's still alive.

-1 for kill him, not our style

>>10124008
A Beast that eats other Beasts! A Benevolent Beast eating Baddie Beasts - but a benevolent beast bearing burning blood!
Basically, "Adventurer, need work" :P

>>10124008
>where stands a spear-wielding guard. Most of his face is obscured by a turban, and a sleek, pale cat rests on his shoulders
did we go back in time this time?

Alright fine. No flesh consuming.

Let's ask him where we are, and what year it is. Just to be safe.

>>10124073
when's the last time you saw/heard of a spear-wielding guard that thought his spear was a threat?

>>10124064
i wonder if our speaking will drive him insane

>>10124126
Or if it's the northern hemisphere we can check how far True North is away from polaris, given that the direction the earth's axis points in precesses about a 23 degree circle every 36,000 years.

>>10124183
good idea but, it's daytime

>>10124201
Fine whatever, ask him what's happened in the last thousand years so we can get an idea of what millenium it is.

"A peaceful one," you say. "And one seeking knowledge. Where is this place?"
"You stand at the south gate of Illarnek," the cat says, speaking in a strange language that, to your surprise, you comprehend.
"My friend here is correct," the guard says; he has a slight arabic accent. "Your confusion indicates you are from the waking world, though I cannot recall ever seeing one such as you from that place."

For added bad-assery, we could cleave his spear in half and roll to intimidate. Rolling makes you cool.

>>10124223
Except rolling on tg brings almost nothing but failure.

dreamlands, think we can call for spider Lebron to guide us?

>>10124248
I'm tired of us kicking so much ass. Lets see some more 1's.

We should ask the guard if he knows how to return to the waking world, or if he can point us to someone who can.

>>10124269
OH GOD, NEVERMIND WHAT THE FUCK I SAID.

SPIDER LEBRON, I SUMMON YOU FROM HELLLLLLL.

rolled 74 = 74

>>10124220
Where am I?
What year is it?
Where can I grab some food?
Where can I find some Work?
I'm quite powerful, but I need to constantly fight powerful things to stay that way! does Illarnek have any powerful enemies?
Demonstrate power by doing something cool. Like maybe showing blood wings and blood spears. Or perhaps inventing some kind of Blood Grenade!
Rolling to look cool

>>10124220
"That sounds... like I'll need a more detailed explanation. Where can I get one?"

>>10124220
Is there any way to get back to the waking world? And try to summon Spider Lebron, he'll know what to do, or will at least be amusing.

Inb4 we are rampaging just like 13 and this is where the consciousness of the host goes

>>10124220
>the cat says
OH SHIT

Guys, we are in the dreamworld. If there is one thing you need to know about the dreamworld, it is this:
DONT FUCK WITH THE CATS
THEY WILL FUCK YOUR SHIT UP

"Spider Lebron, Spider Lebron, Spider Lebron."
spin three times and clap our hand together 3 and a half times.

rolled 62, 62, 68, 34, 94 = 320

>>10124270
Have some ones sir!

>>10124327
>>10124277
>>10124269
>Unfortunately, the hallucinogenic lighter is no longer on your person.

"Uh, could you give me any more details?" you ask.
"You are-" the guard begins.
"You are in the Dreamlands," the cat interjects. "Did you not enter through the Steps of Slumber? How did you come to be here if you are not yourself dreaming?"

>>10124415
I suppose I may have been knocked unconsious. Would that count?

"I fought a demon and won? well I still exist anyway."

>>10124415
Nyarly, I think he called himself.

>>10124415
"I suspect that I was supposed to die, and ended up here instead."

don't know if you would call what we did winning

>>10124362
the first camel was manhattan. The second and third were new jeresy and new york.

>>10124415
Impaled by a horrifying embodiment of chaos, blown somewhere beyond reality. You know, the usual.

How can I leave if I can't wake up?

sure is quiet in this thread tonight

>>10124488
>>10124443
>>10124471
>>10124468
"I came here because I bested a god. Well, sort of. I'm alive anyway. But how can I leave here if I'm not dreaming?"

"Usually-" the guard begins.
"The usual method of exiting is either to be awoken or to physically reclimb the Steps of Slumber," the cat says. "You will have to physically cross over between the dreamlands and the waking world, something which must be done at the Plateu of Leng to the north. You are certainly not to be envied in your position," the cat chuckles.

>>10124611
Time to climb some steps hurp derp :(

>>10124625
Or just fly up the steps, we have functioning (barely) bloodwings now.

>>10124649
>>10124625
>sigh

>I was unclear. You enter and exit via the steps if you are a dreamer seeking to wake. That option is not open to you

>>10124611
I suppose this is ridiculously dangerous to attempt, right?

>>10124666
it's probably guarded by eldritch abominations

>>10124657
Oh? Well, can I get some cloths then? I happen to be rather lacking in bodily coverage.

>>10124657
well crapity...

"Plateu of Leng?
A-also can I get some clothes?"

so we have to find some obscure reality breaking (even for dreamland) way out huh.

Par for the course

>>10124701
Remain naked. Let our nudity intimidate the enemy.

Ask him where the plateau is, and what kind of task you need to go through to get through.

>>10124750
when we fight we have our blood armour on

>>10124750
...How about, No.

>>10124701
>>10124729
"Plateau of Leng?" you ask.
"Yes," the cat says. "An inhospitable place, to say the least. You'll find the Dreamlands on the whole to be more dangerous than you are used to."
"Psh, I wouldn't count on it," you say, rolling your eyes.
"It's...sort of cold up there..." the guard says, looking at you.
"Oh! Right!" you say. "I could...use some clothes."
"That can be arranged for," the cat says.

>>10124822
CLOTHES ARE FOR THE WEAK. LET US TRANSCRIBE MORE RUNES UNTO OURSELF, THAT WE MAY STRIKE TERROR AND DISCHORD UNTO THE HEARTS OF OUR ENEMIES.

Or, if you really want to be a bitch, I guess we could get some HAMMER PANTS.

>>10124822
acquire clothes, ask cat about narly

yaaaaaay bloodquest.

Um. Well, shit, we're in a place that is not good. Let's crack wise, and occasionally maybe practice not being covered in shifting eldritch runes.

>>10124822
get cloths go to the Plateau of Leng

rolled 30 = 30

gather information!

>>10124906
screw that runes are the bomb yo!

>>10124953
but high profile

>>10124847
we can have clothes and show off our swirling runic patterns.

and for a top we can wrap our boobs in a strip of cloth bandages, always a bad ass female lead style.

>>10124913
>>10124892
>>10124936
"Get the lady some clothes," the cat tells the guard. He shrugs, picking up the cat and setting him in the sand near the gate.
"What can you tell me about Nyarlathotep?" you ask. The cat hisses in response.
"You seek information and you were close enough to survive an encounter with the Crawling Chaos? You are a curious beast indeed...Nyarlathotep is the sentience of the Outer Gods, those unfathomable dominators of the waking world. Occasionally he comes to the Dreamlands as well, to sow madness, misery, and destruction."
The guard returns, bearing a pale brown robe of fairly shapeless quality.
"This should suffice, for charity," the cat says.

>>10125046
extremely politely express your undying gratitude for the clothes

>>10125046
So, the cat orders the guards around. Let's play nice with it.

"I seek to oppose Nyarly. Can you offer any aid beyond the information you've given me already? And if not, then i must depart, so... where's the plateau?"

>>10124822
Go with cat/guard. Let's get some clothes.

>>10125046
A polite thank you will suffice.

>>10125133
I like this one.

>>10125180
...

oh shit?

>>10125152
>>10125219
>>10125180
>>10125133
WHAT'S GOING ON?!

evil is among us!

I wonder if we bitchslapped and absorbed narly

>>10125094
>>10125128
>>10125086
"Thank you," you say, inclining your head.
"It is not a problem," the cat says, as the guard picks it up and returns it to its shoulder-perch.
"Can you give me any other assistance or information? Id like to know what I'm getting into here."

"The Plateau is an isolated place, a confusing intersection of realities," the cat says. "There is a monastery there with a single inhabitant, the High Priest Not to Be Described. He, or it, is your best bet if you wish to return to the waking world. Not that you should trust him. Or look at him. Speaking to him is probably risky..."

>>10125420
High Priest of what?

>>10125420
"That will be. . . well, remarkably like most things I've done recently. You wouldn't happen to be able to make sense of any of the markings on my body would you? I'm ashamed to say that I'm not entirely certain what I am."

Did we ever figure out if we actually ate Nyarlathotep or just beat him?

>>10125481
this.

>>10125484
We're not really sure WHY we're not dead, in character. OoC, we rolled a hundred :D

>>10125420
"And what would one find in Illarnek?"

>>10125495
>>10125481
"That will be. . . well, remarkably like most things I've done recently. You wouldn't happen to be able to make sense of any of the markings on my body would you? I'm ashamed to say that I'm not entirely certain what I am."

"I have never seen a text like the one your flesh bears," the cat remarks. "I am not ashamed to say I'm not at all certain what you are, human though you may appear."

"What else can I find in here?" you say, gesturing behind the guard.

"Illarnek is a fairly prosperous trade center along a West-east trail in the Dreamlands. You could find a vast array of goods, though you seem lacking in currency yourself, and I am sure you are accustomed to a higher level of technology than we."

>>10125477
Not to Be Described

>>10125599
"I bid you farewell then"
well I guess it's north then.

>>10125599
"Well, thanks anyway. I guess I can ask Nyarlathotep what I am next time I have to bitch-slap him. I should get going, but before I do, do you have any recommendations for dealing with the High Priest?

>>10125600
An outer god, most likely.
What if some of the others ended up here as well?

>>10125599
So, into the city or head to Leng. I'm partial to checking out the city.

>>10125683
"I should get going, but before I do, do you have any recommendations for dealing with the High Priest?"
The cat shakes its small fuzzy head. The guard looks similarly puzzled/reticent.
"Well...thanks anyway," you say, turning around. Looking up at the sun, you manage to get your bearings, and set off north.

>>10125740
I believe I can fly.

>>10125713
Leng, We got shit to get back to in the waking world.

>>10125765
Fair enough. to Leng it is.

>>10125751
I believe I can touch the sky.

rolled 2 = 2

I wish there was a random encounter table StonerDM could use....

Also, you are living up to your name sake, yes fellow toker?

rolled 36 = 36

>>10125812
I am just going to go ahead and roll again, just to see if it's shitty AGAIN

>>10125812
GOD WHY ARE YOU ROLLING WHY?

>>10125812
>>10125822
Right then that seems clear empirical evidence I shouldn't roll again....

Wait a second, I just realized:
>Drugs+The Dreamlands=Greatness.

rolled 12 = 12

>>10125840
I know, that's what I'm saying!

...Yeah, I'm going to roll again, just to see how long shitty rolls last from me..

rolled 29 = 29

>>10125862
This... this is hilarious.

I have to keep rolling....

>>10125812
>Expressed a desire for random encounters
>2
>Hmmm.....

You get a fair distance away from the city, then carefully singe two holes near the shoulders of your robe, allowing your blood-wings to billow out. You flex them, refamiliarizing yourself with the foreign motions, then take off, still heading north. After several minutes, however, you begin to notice dark shapes, like birds, headed in your direction from the West and South-west.

>What do?

>>10125879
Well, we're certainly going to impress these people by repeatedly battering ourselves into the ground before we manage to take flight again.

>>10125881
Gain altitude as we continue on our flight path. They've obviously already spotted us, and higher is better in air combat.

>>10125879
I WISH I COULD HATE YOU TO DEATH

rolled 16 = 16

>>10125881
Well, I'll keep rolling to see how long I roll shitty, but beyond that....

How fast can you rise, or change direction? Possibly flip about to fly upside down (you can reshape your wings so it wouldn't be as awkward as normal for flying upside down) and be ready with blood whips/blood spears, able to face your targets.

>>10125881
Land, we haven't practiced too much at that whole flight thing.

rolled 13 = 13

>>10125923
... a 2, 36, 12, 29, a 16, and now a....


All from the same guy.

>>10125932
agree

also see if we can't use the wings in quick bursts on the ground to lunge in various directions in order to quickly dodge things/move short distances

rolled 77 = 77

>>10125945
... good god, how long will it be till I even breach 40?

>>10125881
climb prepare to respond in the case (who am I kidding did you see that fucking 2) they are hostile.

>>10125972
..... Huh.

>>10125956
2nd

>>10125881
thirding land + practice land based wing usage briefly before we get swarmed by the flying sharks that the 2 probably spawned on us

>>10125822
>36
Your wings catch a stiff breeze, and you plummet earthwards. Desperately, you try to pull back up,
>>10125862
>12
But instead only barely break your fall into the gritty face of a sand dune. At least you're not crashing in rocks.
>>10125879
>29
You try to rise, only to slip backwards on the loose powdery wind-blown sand.
>>10125923
>16
A walking comedy of errors, you trigger a small avalanche of silicates down on your head; when you reach the bottom of the dune you are chest-deep in sand.
>>10125945
>13
>Precog: FAILURE
Your face and neck are opened up by the gruel gashing claws of the attacking beast. You are surrounded on all sides by a stinking, festering mass of flesh and feathers and leathery wings, hideous crow-like calls sounding out.

>What do? ROLL DICE, LOLOLOLOL

rolled 38 = 38

>>10126044
God damnit.
Blood Armour up. Whips out. Get these bitches off of us.

>>10126044
oh come on he was rolling to see how long it would suck and he ended with a 77

>>10126044
>>10126080

you CANNOT take all of those shitty rolls and then just pretend the 77 didn't happen

rolled 37 = 37

Whips, everywhere.

rule number one never fucking roll dice unless your fucking asked to.

>>10126092
>You CANNOT- i stopped paying attention after i read that

>>10126066
>38
You scrabble furiously, blood coating your flesh and hardening. You can't get a good look at your attackers, but there could be anywhere from 2 to half a dozen.
>>10126095
>37
You extend your whips, but you're buried too awkwardly in the sand to make effective use of them. The best result is that the creatures back off, giving you distinct glimpses of their mottled purple flesh, six insectoid eyes, splotchy, gangrenous-looking patches of feathers, and leathery bat-wings.

rolled 17 = 17

>>10126044
Blood Armour up Whips everywhere.

rolled 99 = 99

>>10126172
Fuck this being stuck in the sand noise.
Burst out like the Bloody Outer Goddess we are!

rolled 100 = 100

get out of the sand first.

>>10126172
you have to admit that it's pretty bullshit to come up with events like that and pull out a bunch of shitty rolls and then just arbitrarily stop and ignore the one good one in that stretch

if you're going to decide what happens like that why are we even rolling, its not a chance thing

>>10126201
>>10126204
Please, let these happen.

>>10126201
>>10126204
Holy SHIT.

Well, that's decided then.

>>10126201
>>10126204

rolled 35 = 35

relax he can do whatever he wants must be in a malevolent mood tho.

>>10126201
>>10126204
what is this i don't even...

WHO WROTE THIS SCRIPT, TZEENTCH?!

Also, are we being attacked by freaking... what were those things from Morrowind? Cliff Racers?

>>10126201
>>10126204
And thus Helen got so out of the sand that her firey bloodwings glassed the dune.

>>10126211
>why are we even rolling
>why were we even rolling
>why were we just shitting numbers everywhere
>>>10126111
>99
You grit your teeth, spikes protruding even further out of your blood armor, angular and wicked-looking. You pump your wings, batting away your assailants and bursting free from the sand.
>100
You focus on the whip-ends in your hands, hardening the blood into a sharp hook while keeping the whip itself loose and flexible. Lashing out, the hooks dig into the rubbery flesh of two of your opponents' chests. Yanking the whips taut, you pull them bodily from their feet, and they tumble towards you to be impaled on the spikes of your armor. You push each of them away with disgust, spinning a whip lazily in your hand and looking at the remaining four.

<YOUR BOND WITH YOUR BLOOD HAS INCREASED>
<YOUR BLOOD ARMOR HAS INCREASED IN STRENGTH>
<YOUR BLOOD WHIPS CAN NOW BE TIPPED WITH HOOKS OR SPIKES>
<WHERE ARE ALL THESE 100s COMING FROM>

rolled 63 = 63

Man, fuck these rolls.

And fuck these birds.

Fuck some shit up. Blood spikes everywhere, Prototype style.

>>10126312
I'm not going to bring it up any more, but I am disappoint.

Singular moment of weakness in an otherwise phenomenal story/game/quest.

rolled 4 = 4

rock them like a blood hurricane

>>10126312
Bound to happen eventually.

>But seriously guys, don't roll unless told.

Guys....I think we're leaving the Dreamlands WAY too soon.

I think we need to stay here; this is DEFINITELY closer to the Elder Gods than our world. We might be able to learn/find something here that can fight Nyarlathotep/13.

Also...I've been wanting to say this for AGES.

All the crazy mind control stuff doesn't seem to affect Garfield...I think we should focus more on that. I'm betting somehow, we can focus that, and keep 13 from Mind-Raping us next time if we do.

...Also, when we get back, tell Creed he needs to learn Fire Armor. Bitch needs some bullet shields.

>>10126389
Assuming Creed is still alive.

>>10126389
I agree, we don't need to leave so soon. If this is the dreamlands then we can possibly find some help or at least weapons to fight dreamgods.

>>10126412
and assuming he doesn't now think we're satan with these wings

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>>10126423
Great thing about our wings is that they can retract. Yay!

Not so great thing is the runes and demonic blood red eyes. That could be problematic. We also have no idea what we did to get here, some massive reality breaking shit might have occured while we were unconcious.

Well, after this battle comes to its inevitable conclusion, lets start thinking about things.
Stuff we couldnt think about before.
Non-ecludian geometry, for example.

I'd love to come out of the Dreamlands like some conquering messiah. We also need to be careful about our bloodlust...keep in touch with our humanity and all that. We ARE people.

>>10126316
>63
>FUCK THAT BIRD
You sling out two more spiked whips, driving them through the torso of one of the creatures. It grapples at your blood with its awkward, child-like hands, but you swing it around you like a pendulum, crashing it into two of its compatriots. You spread the blood over them, watching them writhe as their flesh caves in and wafts away as ashes in the desert breeze. The survivor figures that Helen Tanner ain't nothin' to fuck with, and begins running away, taking several flapping leaps before finally gaining the air. You stare after it, breathing heavily and feeling at the slash on your face.

>what do?

>>10126449
We're like a dark mirror of Ramiel now.

As in, awesome.

>>10126452
This. Lets see just how far we have advanced. If we can comprehend such things, then maybe we might be able to figure out a way to stop 13.

>>10126489
assess wounds

>>10126489
Let it go.

Survivors let the rest know Helen Tanner's not to be fucked with.

so like sit meditate and commune with our inner elder god or something?

>>10126531
I like this idea.

>>10126489
We consider our options.

First, can Garfield do anything about the wound other than make it start bleeding? Like, hold it together with blood stitches from the inside or something? Infections suck.

Second, take mental stock. Do we feel any more non-euclidean?

Third, what is our terrain like? We should probably head back to the city and be like "Yeah, sorry guys... didn't think it would be a good idea to leave without finding some magic shit and forgotten tomes of mind-breaking lore. I know you guys must have it. How can I earn some dough to buy it?"

rolled 21 = 21

>>10126389
>>10126415
I disagree.
1) we have no idea how long the road back will be.
2) we have no idea bout the comparative time flows between the dream lands and the waking world. If we go off to kill monsters and gods but comeback to a world destroyed by 13 then what's the point.
3) we have a week or so until the quest ends by timeout regardless of where we are in the story.
4) if 16 is dead. Suddenly power vacuum!
5) our friends.

>>10126531
>>10126509
>>10126505
>>10126452
You sink into a cross-legged position, drawing your wings around you like a shroud. Slowing your breathing, you consider your position in all this. You contemplate higher concepts; the vastness of space, the idea of the death of consciousness, obtuse angles that behave like acute angles. It's all very confusing.
"I'm bored," Garfield says.
You have suffered a shallow cut from under your right eye to the right side of your neck.

>>10126579
>5) our friends
and Creed.

getting back to our friends is top priority in my opinion

>>10126586
"Well, instead of being bored try to think about the fact that you probably are or were an extremely powerful elder god who is probably capable of making Nyarlathotep and 13 your bitch"

>>10126602
creed is bro

>>10126586
So. Leng or back again. Now that we've left, I'm all for heading all the way to Leng.

I think the answer may lie in the blood runes that adorn our form. They must have some sort of significance.

"Garfield, remember when 13 was in our head? You weren't affected by her as much, were you?...Do you think you could protect me from her next time?"

Also...Helen's not exactly a contemplative, from what I've seen. A little mentally disturbed, a little bitchy when she needs to be, not afraid to get her hands dirty, but not a meditative. A little compulsive sometimes, too.

"I wanted to thank you, Garfield. For saving us...and for whatever you did with Nyarlathotep back there."

+1 for finding ourself some god-slaying weapons. Go back to that cat, and outright ASK if there's anything that could help us in the Dreamlands...if not, just go on our merry way.

>>10126625
>we
FTFY

>>10126679
No, he WAS.
WE are NOW.

>>10126586
Ask Garfield if he can do some internal blood stitches. Done well enough it will heal with minimal to no scarring.

...Huh. Well, seems Garfield'll be more respected here. CATS.


Just go back and talk to those people. See if they know anything that could help us...otherwise...we ask the High Priest.

>>10126670
Should probably ask if such dreamland weapons can even be taken to the waking world. And if they'd function properly once there.

>>10126743
we did and they didn't so to the priest!

>>10126743
we asked them they pointed us to the High Priest

>>10126743
Huh? I have no idea what you're talking about.

Garfield is named after the 20th President.

>>10126772
Obviously.

We need to reach a consensus. Do we go to the High Priest, or search for dreamweapons?

>>10126862
High Priest.

>>10126870
High Priest.

>>10126870
>>10126882
High Priest mind.

dream weapons probably wont work in the real world, we have no dream money so we can't buy anything i say all this can be asked of the priest and if need be we can go on a side quest for weapons.

>>10126862
High Priest

>>10126862
It's probably best to continue forward to the high priest, who knows what elder god shenanigans could be going on in the real world now.

Seems like High Priest is it then.

>>10126927
Outer god shenanigans, actually.

>I'm hearing priest
Getting a good start, you take off from a run, enjoying the increasing skill and control you have over your wings. You dare to fly higher and higher as your journey continues, and this proves to be necessary, for the northward path soon has you winding upwards into tall mountains, harsh winds forcing your eyes into a squint.
After several hours of flight, it begins to snow. Flakes batter against you, chilling you to your blood. Nevertheless, you press on, eager to get back to the waking world and your companions.
Eventually you pass through the entire snowstorm, only to find that the mountains have ceased. Their peaks are behind you, and you are flying over the barren ice of the Plateau of Leng. A thick mist obscures your vision and forces you to fly low; within the mist you think you can see flittering shapes or bizarre colors. You are thankful for the robes in this biting cold, and even thankfuller when you see the dark shape of a castle-like monastery hove into view.

land and proceed on foot

>>10126976
Land a few meters shy of the door and knock.

>>10126976
Lets be on the lookout for anything hostile or OHDEARGOD or whatnot.

>>10126976
Attempt to appear nonhostile, last thing we need is a beating from some dreamland space monk or something.

i have to say even tho there is no pictures in my head the blood runes and flying look hella cool. i wish someone would draw it *wink wink nudge nudge*

You land, trudging through the knee-deep snow. The monastery seems to jut out of the snow at a strange angle, and seems wider at the top than the base, like some inverted pyramid cast into the snow. There is no door, but only the gaping maw of a doorway, beyond which no snow has entered.

>>10127133
Proceed with caution

>>10127133
Cross the threshold.

knock on the side of the maw and say hello.

>>10127155
no harm being polite

You step across the threshold into the darkened stone halls. Lit torches provide the only illumination, placed at seemingly arbitrary and asymmetrical locations. By what sputtering light there is, you can see that the walls are adorned with etchings and carvings, displaying in vivid, horrific detail frescoes of ritualistic torture and murder, and the worship of horrifying mindless deities that slaughter sacrifice and supplicant alike. You wander the halls, growing increasingly confused. At times the floor seems tilted, while at others you are walking on perfectly level ground. In your explorations you quickly lose track of where you are, growing nervous as you make your way through innumerable darkened rooms and halls.
At last you enter a vault that appears almost well-lit. Within is a robed figure, who seems to be studying the walls, tracing the terrible etchings with one pale finger.

Um, hello?

um, priest of non-description I presume?

>>10127258
quick look at your feet
"hello"

>>10127258
Head down, don't look him in the eyes.

"I... I heard you might help me leave the Dreamlands?"

Are you the only person in this whole place? I've been wandering around for ages, and you're the only person I've seen.

>>10127346
>>10127324
>>10127299
>>10127291
You look at the ground, bowing your head.
"Uhm....High Priest? I heard you might be able to help one escape these lands..."
"Hrm?" comes the sharp grunt. You can see the feet of the figure turn to look at you, and the pales hands move up to draw back the hood.
"Truly, it is fate that brings allies to my side now," the figure says in a voice at once proud, distant, and familiar.

>>10127452
familiar?

>>10127483
Ten bucks says it's Prime Shard and the angel dude.

"My name is Helen...I'm looking for a way out of the Dreamlands...and a way to combat the Elder Gods on my plane...or the after-effects thereof. Like Nyarlathotep. People said that you could help me."

>>10127452
>Yeah, familiar as in friendly, or as in 'wait, do I know you?'

"Ally? I suppose we could work together."

>>10127504
>I have no bux. Have this instead.

You raise your eyes. Ramiel steps towards you, hand held out.
"It is strange and miraculous that you come to be here. I sought the peace and solitude of the higher hills of this land, but then found myself unable to leave. I was directed here, but this labyrinth has confounded me endlessly."

>>10127564
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>>10127607
At the risk of derailing this, DUDE, I FUCKING KNOW. I just keep looking at it, and every fucking time I nearly piss myself.
...
FUCK, IT HAPPENED AGAIN

>>10127564
"I have been told that the path back is somewhere in here, and that someone called the High Priest knows it."

SNAP RAMIEL!!!!!!
We need to get out of her, the slender man is fucking shit up!!!

>>10127564
Shake it.
"Ramiel! This certainly is fortuitous!
I have a whole lot to tell you."

>>10127564
"Then we have something in common. Well, I didn't come here to meditate. I think I came here to get away from the attack from the entity that killed 33. It's Arkham, or at least looks like him, the mind isn't the same."

>>10127668
>>10127645
>>10127639
>>10127637
You shake the man's hand.
"That puts us in the same boat then. I've been told the way back to the waking world is here, guarded or overseen by a High Priest of some sort."
Ramiel nods, "I heard much the same tale. The Shard seemed to believe it to be truth, and so I came."
"Well, things in the waking world have been going...not well. Arkham is some kind of demon, or dark god, or maybe it's just pretending to be Arkham...he almost killed me and then...well, then something. I ended up here."
Ramiel listens to your story intensely, fiddling with the handle of Subject 23.
"Intriguing..." he says. "A most unforeseeable development. For my part, despite the lengthier time afforded me by the Dreamlands I have been unable to divine any secrets, any weaknesses. I return, to face 13 myself, whatever may happen."

"I got sent here when I tried to eat an Elder God....and I'm getting a little better at that, as you can see."

Just got caught up on what's happened in the last couple threads. Now I need to sleep. But anyway. Awesome work man. Just awesome.

>>10127564
"So, care for a flight? I hear we need to simply cross a stretch - how hard can that be?"

"I think I may be protected from 13's mind...sort of. It's iffy, though. Listen, Ramiel, I crushed her top half, and...nothing. I'm not sure how to deal with her, short of eating her whole, and last time I tried that, she time-shunted me a week into the future."

>>10127756
"13 is just a malevolent spirit, senseless in its wrath. This new threat - Arkham - he is intelligent and deadly. We need to remove him first and foremost, then take care of the bumbling whirlwind."

Ask him about the Dreamlands and if he has learned anything about anything.

Also see what Garfield thinks about him. Maybe it's just our paranoia acting up again, but I'm not going to trust that this is the real Rammie.

>>10127756
any ideas on what our next move should be?

>>10127821
NO. Do NOT eat Ramiel. He is the only familiar face in this entire dreamscape.

>Dear Whoever is Posting in Zalgo-Speak:
>I love you :3

Ask him about these carvings he was tracing. What are they and why is he interested? Also why he came here, and what the Prime Shard wants.

>>10127951
This, a MILLION times this. If we have a road map outta here on us then we need to use it.

>>10127951
I agree... I think.

Compare the markings on our body to the ones on the walls. See if any match. If needed, extend blood to let Garfield read the markings.

Zalgo-speak keeps getting deleted. Last post contained:
Compare the carvings to the blood runes on our body.

>>10127871
>The real question is why does it keep getting deleted.
>Unless its you, doing it to fuck with us, Dreamlands and all that.

>>10128004
Your paranoia serves you, well, but your assumption is incorrect. Of course, one would expect the real guy to say it, so I cannot see a way out of it over the internet.

"Have you learned anything about the Dreamlands? Anything at all that might help us?"
Ramiel shrugs. "Depending on how long youve been here, you may return to find you've been gone mere minutes. And the cats here are very curious; they are far more intelligent than even your average human, and I have witnessed them travelling ethereal roadways to the moon itself to hold strange secret cabals."

"Do you know what our next move should be?"
Ramiel shakes his head, turning back to the walls.
"I have taken to examining these carvings, in the hope that one of them holds the key, but it is nothing but an endless chronicle of obscenity and death. The Shard has been equally perplexed, which is curious, as it is usually quite sure of itself. Perhaps coming to this altered state of reality was not as beneficial as I had hoped."

>>10127992
this

You extend your blood, letting it lace over the walls and take in the carvings.
"Wow, this is some gross shit," Garfield says.
The faintest glimmer crosses the walls, like a shadow passing over water.
"Of course..." Ramiel says. "The spilling of blood..."
In the center of the room a horrible grinding can be heard as a spiral staircase unwinds, leading downwards into dimly-lit darkness.

>>10128088
Also ask Rammie if he or the Shard know anything about our skin-runes.

>>10128110
Fukkin sweet!!!!

Descend the staircase with Ramiel

>>10128115
I second this. They may hold the key to increase our powers.

>>10128070
>I don't know why, but I finally got it. Ramiel IS just like us. The Prime Shard is his Garfield. And we called him crazy.

Examine the walls, do our 'Cover the walls with bloodrunes thing'

>>10128110
Wow, I was late. My other comment still stands.

>>10128138
>That...that make sense. Holy shit, why didn't I see that before.

>>10128184
>Probably because we're crazy

>I'm getting mad tired y'all, so this is going to be it for tonight. I feel like the night started out being shitty because a bunch of you were acting pretty HURR DURR DEVOUR PEOPLE FOR TEH LULZ, but things fell into their regular pace, and I'd consider the night salvaged. Also, for what it's worth, I'm really not sorry about using a hilariously long string of shitty unnecessary rolls against you. Like, at all.

>>10128287
We seriously need to prevent people from just randomly rolling for shits and giggles. It's not cool.

>>10128287
It inspired me to add a new section to the archive.
"Rules to Bloodquest"
It will have one entry, and that entry will be.
"Do not roll unless necessary, as the rolls will inevitably be shitty, and there is no reason to bring undue misfortune on us."

So, can you confirm>>10128138 ?

>>10128287
Suits me fine. Our truely badass moments are made that much sweeter because we know we can fail.

And regularly do.

>>10128287
We can fly. I am happy. Also, gave us a kickass new ability.
What were those things anyways?

>>10128138
>>10128184
>People finally get my parallels
Hooray!

>>10128378
Byakhees. Horrible lovecraftian ant-mole-insect-bat-zombies.

I love Lovecraft so much.

>Oh, also, congratulations on Highroller earning his name back.

You know, I bet Ramiel could teach us how to fly better.

Tonight was a little slow, but still necessary. We'll get more done tomorrow, I'm sure of it.

StonerDM, can I use this wonderful, awesome setting you've created for a personal project?

I may or may not be writing Bloodquest fapfiction. This very moment.

>>10128766
You've inspired me to as well, what pairings shall we conjure to scar everyone's minds?

>>10128737
>>10128766
>For the sake of hilarity, I'm going to assume these two are the same poster, and that you just couldn't wait for my permission. Godspeed

The the sake of Arkham Archivist, my bro:

-Helen's whips now extend to 25 ft.
-Wingspan is 5m, not 5 ft.
-You list the Harlem Globetrotters as an ally, though this was never explicitly established.

That being said, if you weren't cataloguing all this I would have gotten high and wandered off like 12 sessions ago.

>>10129037
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>>10129037
Regarding the Globetrotters, I thought I caught and fixed that. Must've only done it on the Word version and not the image.

Also, reading is tech.

>>10129047


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