alright lets get this going.

You're standing in the forest, after successfully navigating inwards after being lost once. The cattle seem a little ancy but, nothing major. The logs are loaded up and you're sweating mighty fierce though even as you do, You feel a cool breeze brushing past your bearded cheek.

"Well, little farmer man. What brings you to the wood?" A female voice coolly.

bump for awesome quest, it's 5am where I live and sadly won't be able to participate

>>16865972
"To Get me stiff wooded logs, obviously"

"Why cut firewood little man.." The voice continues, fingers as chill as ice touching you as it circles you.

"You could be with us instead, we'd keep you warm as you could ever please..."

"I'll not fall fer yer trickery, witch! I just came here te cut some wood, yahear?! "

There is a part 1 to this!?

This tale is truly riveting.

>>16866244
Sadly, It was not archived. Also gentlemen please put in your own opinions of what to do as well.

But I thought you were supposed to continue to dialogue.

I turn around, ignoring the voice, and start cutting wood.

With a snort, you set back to work ushering your cattle away from the voice. As you continue, you rely on your hardy beasts wisdom to navigate. The way seems to betting harder and harder to make out. the paths are blending in on themselves and from time to time you catch glimpses of a woman of unnatural beauty hiding amongst the trees. Cold blue eyes looking out at you with hunger.

I squint at the distance and the shifting paths, and summon up my most horrible mish-mash of foreign accents.

'Arright, fine then. I gis yer one of them hauntin' spirit things me mam told me aboot. Well, waddya want? I relly didn' mean to kill the guy.'

"Oh silly child." the voice coos. "I'm no haunting spirit. The man you murdered is nothing to me. No, I do say you have no such problem from me. Rather, I've taken quite the liking to you child of the field...
In fact, so much that I have come to offer services to you, Some of which you might ind, most interesting...."

As the voice explains this, a figure steps from the forest, tall and lithe, there is a cold beauty to it though it resembles an elf, it surpasses even them in grace and awe. Wearing little more than long pale hair and some well places leaves she steps between the cattle petting them as she walks closer.

"I know about that little plant from the south child, would you like to know as well?"

'Oh, thit old thing? Yeah, I think it's aboot dead. I dunno, doesn't seem to be growin' much. Ter be honest, I've bin thinkin' aboot throwin' it out.'

"Oh child, even the dead have life. That little flower could make you a very rich man." She whispers, walking closer, a long slender fingered hand touching your cheek. her skin smooth, soft and life ice.

"and I can show you how to make that little flower bloom. All it takes is making a little deal sweet chyld."

>>16866267
>>16866244
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/16817316/

It has 7 votes.

>>16866740
ah well cool

>>16866699
"What deal? This better not be faustian."

"A little thing is all." she whispers taking your head in her hands. "All I want is a little favor in the future, It's a minor thing, for now..."

A kiss as chilling as ice touches your lips. This token will keep you safe, should you ever want to talk with me and...perhaps deal. Merely drink a glass of cold blood from a beast of this forest child."

'Wait, whut forest child?'

...

'Oh, that forest child.'

'Arright, come wit' me, I giss.'

there's a comma in there sorry. I'm doing this a tad exhausted. keep th thread goiing if you can. I need some serious sleep.

but, first:

With a laugh the woman steps away.

"Why yes, my forest. Silly child you must know by now. Did your parents ever warn you of us?"

"Naw, me pa didn't talk te me much, 'specaily when he was drinkin' and mah ma didn't never talk, pa hollered at her a lot."

"You're saying you've never heard of the fey ones child?"

a laugh chills your blood as a gust carries away the woman, her form turning into little more than leaves on the wind..

A bump for the morning crowd, who thinks we should make a deal with the forest spirit?

'Th' fey ones, aye. T'was not me mam nor me paw who spoke of yer kin, tho'. An' I can say, yer kin 's not so bad, if Ah mite say so meself. Ye keep yer words, t'least."

Shrugs.
"An' the bad things yer kin is said ta do to us short-lved folks, weee-erl, it's not like we ain't done it to each other. Done deal, Ah guess. Tho' Ah will be holdin' to that MINOR part of the barg'in."

Scratch beard. "Say, any thots o' tryin' to rub shoulders wit' us more? Ah could use a pair o' hands in the fields. An' if we go to town, mite' be folks be interested in ya."

"Oh worry not child. Your help will come as the night falls, merely leave an offering of a handful of wheat seeds and they shall do a bit of work for you. As for the deal you've agreed to..."

A drop of dew that should have burned off falls from the trees landing upon the canvas. It expands and takes the shape of an elegant vase, clear cold water sits within it and images of trees are carved into it.

"Put thine plant within and mix three drops of blood, a pinch of dirt and a fish plucked from the river that's been allowed to dry three days, and ground into a fine powder. Your plant will grow with this.

Acquired:
Two face chord of good solid Red Oak
A compact with one of the local forest Fae
A glass vase of questionable power/magical ability.

Bump for an awesome thread. Also, Suggesting we take up the fae's offer and plant this plant and see what happens.

>>16870582
bumped in case op remains

You arrive back at your home with little fanfare. The cattle happily go to grazing as you set the logs in a pile by your door. You set the vase on the table for the time being and though it was down to embers, the fire is now going nicely keeping the shack pleasantly warm.

Sitting in the corner hidden by flickering shadows is a figure...one that looks familiar from yesterday. A pale Elven face stares at you with cold, hard eyes.

"I thought I recognized that smell. It seems you have something that Lord Istavaan had intended to gift to man more worthy than yourself." he says calmly, a smile crossing thin lips.

>>16871830
Oh shit... we are screwed... I say we lie our way out through this before we brutal murder the elf and use his blood in the mixture for the plant... and on the fields

Highest roll decides next bluff/action

D100 time lads

>>16866267
The hell are you talking about?

Here
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/16817316/

I wish we didn't agree to a deal where we do not know what we have to pay for it.

Eh. Well.

I cannot write in the dialect like >>16866556
"The Elf from the other day. Watchu want?"

rolled 47 = 47

>>16872088
rolla

rolled 37 = 37

Op?

welp, I am going to sleep

>sorry had a small engines, lab.

"I would like what was meant for Lord Bulger, I tracked you back to this shit hole you call home. You reek of the flowers scent and I would like it back. Preferably without bloodshed." He carefully explains taking a cautious step forward. You see that he is once again half naked, tattoos of unknown origin cover his upper body, twisting and turning with each step. "So, I'm here to make an offer. Your life for the flower.

"Huhn. Wadd'ya thun ya doin' inside a man's house wi'out 'is permission? Ah din't think Ah gave ya any, did Ah?"

Stare at him closely.
"Din't ah see ya in town yesserday? Th' dancin' an' plants growan' outta yer toes. An' wut stench ye be talkin' aboot?"

We question his motives. No comment yet on plant. We'd probably kill the elf in the end, but I'd like to wait and see if he'd do that dance for us before dying. Also, maybe fey woman would love this one as a gift?

Think on acquiring fishing pole, line, hook, sinker, floater, and bait. Could we change fish with elf liver? They're both fishy, I think.
Also, I'm doing the mishmash of Irish, Scottish, redneck, and probably ye olde British peasantry accent for fun. You can choose not to follow us, I guess. It's up to OP to decide if we drop the accent randomly or keep it through out.

The elf glares at you. Anger palpably emanating from him.

"that little Dance" He spits, his tempter flaring. "Is a sacred ritual that no peasant like yourself could ever think to do. Of course, you masquerade as someone of a higher station and even go so far as to have used the plant to mask that stench of your lower class even. do you even know what it is you have in your possession?"

the elfs hands spasm for a few moments as the tattoos move and writhe across his body. Crawling of their own accord, In the glimmer of the light you see some crawling at his feet.

Oh, boy. I guess no more asking and more axing.
"Wot? Wotcher' talkin' aboot?" Axe, where are you? Maybe the hoe. "W'at floower? Ye can't mean th' spice th' man from before sold me wit' th' 'orse an' everthan'? Ah already tried plantin' it on mah field."

Lead him out of the shack and axe him in the narrow doorway.

the elf wrinkles his nose.

"Very clever story peasant." he stands his ground, hands still moving steadily. Behind you hear the sound of rustling leaves. "I know that horse, I went to the stable yard yesterday when I picked up the flowers scent. You did not 'buy' such an animal, the stench of blood covered it and this house."

As he finished speaking the roof of your shack begins to tremble, its supports being pushed on by some massive force.

"You dare think that you can pull a trick upon one of the green men? I know a killer when I smell one little man, and you reek of death and of the spice."

As he finishes the sentence the roof of your home peels away, curling vines pressing against it until it breaks away, spreading outward like a flower, fill the small room with sunlight. All around you are curling twisting plants, large hand shaped leaves growing from the stalks.

rolled 26 = 26

>>16873284
Pretend to be in awe for a moment and then BAM! decapitate him with your axe!

Seriously, the shit does he want from us?

rolled 35 = 35

>>16873284
Shit, this is bad.
If all else fails
THROW THE AXE AT HIS HEAD

>>16873313
one would assume our asses dead, we also sorta have a rare spice plant that was meant for a lord nearby...And we also were kinda responsible for murder....

rolled 68 = 68

>>16873284
Ax him a question.

rolled 11 = 11

>>16873313
>>16873320
Welp, we're dead.
Was fun while it lasted.

Hey, perhaps we can get the help from that fey somehow?
Dunno, call out for her or something. Saying that you'll be unable to pay your debt if this fucker kills you.

Rollan again for AXAN or FEY INTERVENTION

rolled 9 = 9

well, shit

With farmer like speed you leap out of the non existent doorway, diving for your handy new shiny axe. Using your mighty strength you begin to chop and hack at the plants, splatters of reddish sap covering your tunic as you tear away at the monstrous thing.

It's barely enough to make it away from the elf. As you reach the fields you spot a small rabbit looking on with doleful eyes, staring at the plant with rabbit like awe...

>>16873365
Tell our rabbit friend to attack the plants.

rolled 5 = 5

>>16873365
Rabbits are beyond tasty. We should breed them.

>>16873390
I hate to think how we are going to carry out our plan with a roll like that.

rolled 94 = 94

>>16873390
It was a d20, it doesn't count. This one does

rolled 81 = 81

>>16873404
>ourfacewhen buttmad elf

rolled 19 = 19

>>16873365
> farmer like speed
FARMER-MAN
FARMER-MAN
DOES WHATEVER
A FARMER CAN
TENDS THE FIELDS, ALL DAY LONG
CUTS DOWN WEEDS, ANY SIZE
LOOK OUT!
HERE COMES THE FARMER-MAN

rolled 9 = 9

>>16873404
>>16873408

Soooo, do we throw the rabbit at the elf's face like a fist of an angry god and kill him with it?

Anyway, take the plant and lure the fucker into the forest.

Wooo, anons out of the woodwork.

Grab stunned rabbit. Think on whether carrying around for the fluffiness or tossing it at elf for distraction value.

rolled 84 = 84

>>16873476
"Yes, it seems I have no other choice, fair fae from the woods. Will you grant me it?"
But you know, in farmer speech.

rolled 62 = 62

>>16873487
Toss it at the elf, definitely. Do a little dance mimicking the elf's as best as we can to mock the prissy little bitch, all the while screaming something nonsensical like:
"WE GOT DEMS MAGICAL FAE 'N BALLS, SEE! GODDAMN PRISSY TREEHUMPERS LIKE'N YOU GON' DIE DOWN HERE T'NIGHT WEEEHEEOOW!"

>>16873510
"another favor chyld. and I can show you how to beat this heathen elf." She coos as she takes the battered corpse from your hands stroking it gently. "A favor, which of course, I can choose. at anytime."

You've been given the option to gain another favor of the fae of the forest, do you accept?
Y/N?

>hit a button sorry.

rolled 48 = 48

Oh, wow. Someone remember to put Khorne farming tag when archiving this one.

Axe the elf the question: "How ya like this!? Bhlud fer th' soil! Flesh for th' roots! Maybe no, doesn't haf' th' right impact..."

rolled 52 = 52

>>16873544
"It is this or my certain death. I can only accept."

rolled 21 = 21

>>16873608
Without such plebeian wording:

"Well, that 'ere goddamned chick'n legs o'er ther' wants ta feed me ta ma own beanstalk here or wha'e'er that bastard plant is, so I'mma figurin' why the hell not, eh? See, I dunnae quite like the prospect of a' dyin' ya see mate? So gimme some o' dat good ol' Fae love so I kin cleave that sonufabitch in two"

rolled 86 = 86

>>16873636
You forgot the "WEEEHEEEEOW!"

rolled 65 = 65

>>16873636
Hey, I do not have such fine oratory skills as you, fine gentleman.

A cruel smile cold as winter crosses her face.
"Oh...I know, but somedays, maybe death is the better option." As she says this she takes the heart from the small fuzzy creature, ripping it from the body, bloodied, she hold out the still pulsating piece of flesh. "Eat of its flesh child, and have his grace, let the heathen feel my wrath for making a mockery of my power."

The heart sits before you beating of its own accord. Without a second thought you scoop it out of her hand and swallow it whole. Letting the beat work it down your throat. The taste of frozen blood fills your mouth as you do so.

for a second nothing happens, Then it begins to fill your body, a trembling energy, vibrant, strong.

>You have now gained:
Grace of the rabbit.

WEEEEEHHHHHOOWWWW, time resumes flow, the fae woman gone.

rolled 17 = 17

>>16873654
AWW YEAH NOW WE CAN FUCK LIKE MAD MEN

VIRILITY HERE WE COME

Wait, how the fuck is that supposed to help us
Do we..

Do we fuck the elf to death?

>>16873673
>Do we fuck the elf to death?
Well, he IS an ELF...
But do we really want to let go of our humanity so soon?

rolled 54 = 54

>>16873671
>Grace of the rabbit.
Is this temporary?

Anyway, let the damn Elf feel our power. And by that, I mean to axe him to tiny bits!

>>16873673
Fucking someone to death is surprisingly difficult.

You'd probably give yourself a heart attack from the exertion long before your victim expired.

rolled 63 = 63

>>16873681
>But do we really want to let go of our humanity so soon?
Man, we straight up murdered a messenger like he was an animal for daring to run over our crops in cold blood and used his remains to fertilize the soil. I do not think we had much humanity to begin with.

rolled 59 = 59

>>16873673

rolled 25 = 25

>>16873673

your body for a second trembles and as you step forward you find you're moving far faster than you ever did. You leap and dodge admidst the curling grasping plant, somehow keeping a few seconds ahead of it.

Axe swinging you cleve through the plant, tearing it out of your home with surprising strength. Cold flows through your limbs and the axe has a sheen of icy sap upon it. Where it touches the plant dies.

As the last of it withers away you stand now before a very scared, very confused Elf Greenman.

"What...wh...what are you!?" he screams taking a step back, nearly falling into the fire.


also, I've gotta run. I've got work till 11 keep the thread going guys.

rolled 4 = 4

>>16873673

rolled 55 = 55

>>16873729
DO NOT ANSWER
DON'T FALTER
DON'T STOP
MOVE FAST AS THE WIND
CUT DOWN WITH THE POWER TO SHATTER A MOUNTAIN.

When the Elf lies broken and bleeding, just before the life leaves its eyes whisper "I'm just a farmer"

>also, I've gotta run. I've got work till 11 keep the thread going guys.
11... of what exactly? 4chan time? When will you be back

>>16873673

rolled 73 = 73

"Jus' tell me, tho. Twasn't ye who'd bring thar' ch'kn legs 'ere in th' first place, rite'? Isnnae Ah'd mind an'uder faver, ya know? Also, is elf bhlud good fer th' soil?"

Axe.

rolled 65 = 65

"Death? Then who'd turn th' soil an' weed the plants?"

Foreverfarmer

11 Eastern standard.

rolled 72 = 72

>>16874235
alright.

I will assume that's 11 AM

>>16874284
Pm, Im able to sneak on here and there though

rolled 41 = 41

Archive this!

Bumping from a shitty gas station

anyone still here?

rolled 35 = 35

Le bumpo.

While it might be confusing, axe this: >>16873899

Just switch chicken legs, by which the other anon seems to mean elf, with fae. So conversing chattily with elf, pump info and perhaps ask about tattoos before chopping him up.

Next, find a way to fish. Our plant needs fish emulsion!

PS: Had thought of drinking rabbit's blood, but I remembered that it must be cold. So a bit of a confusion there.

Neccesity also Its magic, I ain't gotta explain shit.

Either way, Bumping one hour gents!

And, I'm baaaaack

you forcefully kick the the elf doubling him over with ease. Your speed seems ot have left your legs stronger as well.

Grabbing a shock of hair you level his head to your axe blade. gritting your teeth you begin to interrogate him.

"These are my rights!" He hisses "My symbols of power! Through them I channel nature's power."

rolled 19 = 19

A~and am I all alone?

Who is Bulger anyway? And are elves good fertilizers? Can we skin you and make a shirt out your leather and use your power?

Someone not as nuts as me come up with better ideas! Please!

Else, chop him up and make bowstrings out of his tendons. Or was that intestines?

rolled 22 = 22

Eh, might we have auto-saged? Last time the thread 404-ed when it went past page 15.

At any rate: "So, them swirlyjigs. Ye jes' paint 'em on an' ye got 'em dancin' ritooal thin' goin'? Neat. Who's Bulger anyhoo?"

Bring our blood-spattered beard close. Let some drop on him.
"Ya know, Ah think ya could make mah field more... Fertile."

his reaction is...petulant. A grimace smears his features and he spits at the ground, a small flower blooming at your mutual feet.

"These are carefully made, I worked hard to receive these, As for fertile. Bah! Bulget will come for you. Lapdog he is for Istavaan he will happily put your head on a pike!"
Also, I might pick this up tomorrow if it's autosaging

rolled 84 = 84

"Oooooh, Ah'm impressed! Ye'd do nicely!"
Elf-bag of fertilizing blood. Can we keep him around to donate blood when we need some fertilizing?
The /d/ quad-amputee fetish comes to mind, or threaten that we'd do that to him if he dares running away?


Nevertheless nick him some, and make him drop it over our planted plots. I wanna see what happens. Ideas of a corral of amputee greenmen comes to my head and refuses to leave. Hehehehehehe-

rolled 73 = 73

Bumpan.

Bumping again.
Where art thou, OP?

I HAVE AWOKEN

>>16882895
yay!

>>16882895
Sooo....
Are you gonna update or what?

Just in case, use this >>16879554 roll to finish him off. No need to keep him alive. I doubt the Fae's gift is permanent so it will be dangerous.

Kill him and fertilize the fields..... wait, no. Kill him and ask the Fae if she wants the body.

With a sigh you drag the elf man out to the fields, Slicing his throat and spilling his blood upon the land, where drops of it land nothing immediately seems to happen save the gurgling gasping sound of someone trying to scream after having their larynx and various major blood vessles severed.

"Well now, you are most ruthless." A feminine voice whispers as a face appears in the pooling blood at your feet. The fae looks at you with something akin to admiration.

"Sadly, my gift will not last, though consider what it leaves behind a token of appreciation. I shall take the heathens body now, consider it my payment for having to come forth in your time of need..."

As she says this the elfs body begins to move of its own accord, vining plants bursting from the wound, eyes, mouth, ear and nose. Jerkily it begins to shuffle away towards the woods. As if to does this your body is racked by a sickening feeling. Your insides twist and heave for a brief moment before you lose your breakfast, coughing up blood and half digested viscera with one final heave something disgustingly hard and solid leaps from your throat and lands softly in the dirt by your feet....it would seem to be a small heart shaped gem.

>>16883520
>.it would seem to be a small heart shaped gem.
Huh. Take it, might be useful in future.

Wait, a clarification, did we fulfill the first Deal we made? Or do we need to do something more for the fae (not including the favour she can claim at any time)

>>16883587
the favor for the speed of the rabbit, sorry kinda scatter brained, I'm just now getting my coffee

>>16883599
....So, the favor is only thing we need to pay? Alright.

Hmm, for the first deal the Fae promised us that the plant will grow and make us rich, didn't she?

pretty much, you need to plant it in the vase, take a pinch of dirt, water, a drop of blood and fish from a nearby river that's been allowed to dry for three days and turned to powder first though.

Also:
LOST:
One house

>"Oh worry not child. Your help will come as the night falls, merely leave an offering of a handful of wheat seeds and they shall do a bit of work for you. As for the deal you've agreed to..."

>A drop of dew that should have burned off falls from the trees landing upon the canvas. It expands and takes the shape of an elegant vase, clear cold water sits within it and images of trees are carved into it.

>"Put thine plant within and mix three drops of blood, a pinch of dirt and a fish plucked from the river that's been allowed to dry three days, and ground into a fine powder. Your plant will grow with this.

Alright, I found this...
hmm, I am a little bit confused by this

>Your help will come as the night falls, merely leave an offering of a handful of wheat seeds and they shall do a bit of work for you.
What did she mean by this?

And we need a dried fish to finish the ritual, right?

>>16883661
one would assume place a handful of wheat seeds out in the field. Though...we have no house.

>>16883659
LOST: One house

Ah FUCK!
You mean it is completely destroyed? Not just the roof or anything? You mean we can't fix this?
Shit.

Build a rudimentary dwelling for now so that we don't freeze in the night.
Also, if we can find time, catch a fish from the river.

Hauling apart what little of your house is still standing, you manage to construct a simple lean to, the oak pieces acting as poles to hold up the rather shaky piece of wall you've found.

On the plus side your cattle seem to be content to clean up the mess the greenman left behind in the process of trashing your place and the vase evne though it was in the middle of this whole shindig is intact.

Pulling apart one of the tough stringy vines you create a bit of fish line which you tie to sapling from near the hedge row, its a young green ash, springy and straight. Good fishing rod material. With typical callous nature you dig up the messenger and yank a few beetles that were crawling admidst the corpse for bait and fasion a simple hook from one of the nails of your house.

Acquired:
One fishing pole
One leanto.

>>16883799
Go catch us a fish!

Also, we will have to make campfire when sleeping, a leanto will not be enough to keep us warm.

>>16883843
Oh and don't forget to do this at night
>"Oh worry not child. Your help will come as the night falls, merely leave an offering of a handful of wheat seeds and they shall do a bit of work for you.

You set up a simple fire, it's not yet lit but with a flick of stone on steel it'd take off readily.

you wander off to a nearby stream and cast your line, listening to the babble of the water. A few hours later, as the sun sets you manage to pull out a couple of brown trout and a carp. Fish in tow you reach before night fall and settle in for the night a crackling fire going, your cattle laying down near you, chewing cud.

>>16884085
Leave one or two fish to dry.
leave an offering of a handful of wheat seeds.

Make a fish stew, eat it and go to sleep.

Using your pan you manage to scrape together a rather hearty stew of fish, boiled wheat, and more fish.

The two fish, cleaned and prepared hang from your leantos ceiling, swaying back and forth in the night.

the small pile of wheat sits atop a flat gray rock.

As night falls and you huddle in your mass of rags, you drift to sleep, laughter filling the air.

FAE MAGIC ACTIVATED:
CHOOSE ONE HIGHEST ROLL WINS
-Till and work fields, to make for better planting
-cut wood
-clear the remains of your house and sort them out.

rolled 75 = 75

>>16884272
>-cut wood
This. At the moment this is the hardest for us.

We can manage fields ourself because, GASP, we are a Farmer!
And we can clean the house later anyway.

>FAE MAGIC ACTIVATED:
Can we do this shit like everyday?

When we wake up, do what a farmer is meant to do and tend the fields for the entire day. Use our new plough and animals to help us.

The next morning you wake up to find a large pile of cut and split oak and cherry wood sitting by where your house would be.

Stretching, eating the last of that stew, you hook up your cattle and begin to plow your field. Which field would like to focus on?

>>16884376
Wheat for now.
While we murderated the messenger, we probably will still need give wheat that was demanded of us.

The plow digs in easily, biting through the soil and churning it up as the cattle move with a steady, determined pace.

Where at one time this would have taken all day, you find your self done by midday able to sow seed with almost no effort. By the afternoon you've planted a field of wheat, ready to grow through the year and be threshed later.

You also notice that the once dead looking plant has seemed to have perked up, turning steadily greener and seeming to regain life.

>>16884442
>You also notice that the once dead looking plant has seemed to have perked up, turning steadily greener and seeming to regain life.
Sweet.

Alright, we have a half of the day left for us. Great.
Lets start using that wood and the remains of the house to build a Barn/House hybrid of sorts. We don't have enough for both (probably), so lets just improvise with what we have.

rolled 57 = 57

>>16884473

Also at the end of the day spend time before bed sharpening tools and arms.

op?

sorry had to get my walking stick from a friends place.

You start work on the house/barn using some of the longer sturdier pole timber that has appeared to build a basic frame, The rough cut timber is sturdy though right now there is little holding it in the ground....

Roll to see how well this is made! D100 highest roll in the first three posts win.

rolled 18, 95, 84 = 197

>>16885276
>Roll to see how well this is made! D100 highest roll in the first three posts win.

Oh boy, I hope I will not fuck this up.
(gonna post 3d100 in case no one else shows up)

>sees a 95
*shrug*

With some quick thinking you bury the poles and secure them with some rock you find in the field giving you a good solid foundation to work with.

As night rolls in your settle down in your leanto sharpening your axe blade with a whetstone, staring into the fire.

>>16885499
Great, we'll have a Barn/house monster hybrid in no time!

Watch the fields before eventually drifting of to sleep again.

>>16885499
Have a meal and go to sleep, not much to do during the night.

You settle in for the night. Exhaustion creeping in as the long day has settled. As you drift off to sleep for a brief moment you swear you see something vaguely humanoid shuffling across the field.

>>16885799
!

Quietly leave the leanto and hide behind the nearest tree and try to distinguish what it was.

If it is someone hostile, they will try to kill us in our sleep!

Slowly you begin to move...

keeping low to the ground you make your way over to the hedge row. As you look at the figure you can make out some details, it seems to be humanoid, wearing some sort of baggy clothing. Its digging in the dirt, its long fingered hands tearing through the soil with ease.

>>16885870
WHERE IS IT DIGGING?!

Not where we murdered that messenger, right? Please tell me it is not digging there.

Funny thing about that....

The...person? The thing, thing sounds better right now seems to be digging all over the place, moving from spot to spot not really aiming for anywhere in particular though...yeah it is getting a little too close to the where you buried the messenger.

As it does so it raises a misshapen head to the air, a we snuffling sound coming from it.

>>16885910
Misshapen head?
Is it really not a human?

Do we have our trusty axe with us?... Right, we do.
Lets try to get closer to it, I want to know what we are dealing with and if it starts to dig in where we killed the messenger.... well, I think we got another fertilizer.

You heft the axe. The thing crawls closer to the grave site. Muttering to itself in some garbled language that seems incredibly wrong to your ears. As it begins to paw at the loose soil....

ROLL FOR EFFECT! HIGHEST ROLL GETS THE CHOICE

rolled 77, 51, 20 = 148

>>16886013
>ROLL FOR EFFECT! HIGHEST ROLL GETS THE CHOICE
[I assume highest of the 3 rolls again... since I seem to be only one here for now]

When the thing is busy with digging CRACK its motherfucking skull open!

As it begins to paw you leap into action, Axe held high you bring it down on the beasts back.

A heavy thunk lets you know that you've connected, well that and the spray foul smelling ichor that it sprays as well.

A shrill scream echoes through the air and you find yourself laying on your back out of breath, something scrabbling on the ground, maybe rolling in pain.

rolled 69, 29, 81 = 179

>>16886240
STAND UP SOLDIER! I mean farmer!

Keep at it, hack it to bits! Don't let it live.

>>16886240
Seriously, I don't care what it was just finish it while we have the initiative.

>>16886259
>81
"Git offa me land ye filthy git!"

With a grunt you get back up. your axe is lying on the ground as you fight against the protest of your sore muscles.

The creature is crawls back on its feet crawling on all fours, brilliant scarlet eyes glaring at you and dog like face a mask of rage.

Its long fingered hands end in long sharp claws and black viscous blood drips from the wound on its back.

A ghoul...it just had to be a ghoul

rolled 28 = 28

>>16886370
TAKE THE AXE AND AIM FOR THE GODDAMN HEAD!

rolled 13 = 13

>>16886370
grab the axe and kill it!

rolled 20 = 20

>>16886381
>>16886388
DAMMIT!

WE WILL NOT BE EATEN BY A DAMN GHOUL!

(are ghouls know to be fast?)

rolled 52 = 52

Shit, we dead.

try to run away or something.

With a bellow you swing the axe, missing the beast as it crawls out of the way, scrabbling along the ground, the beast is wary of you though its barring teeth and seems to be thinking that maybe you're looking a bit tasty...

rolled 64, 42, 92 = 198

>>16886472
Yes, we still are alive.

Throw dirt at its eyes with your off hand and kill it while it is distracted!

Taking a knee, partly to catch your breath you hurl a handful of dirt at the creature.

It is not amused. Its large watery red eyes do not enjoy the sensation of having grainy silty dirt meet mucous membrane. with a scream it clutches at its face trying to clear its eyes.

hefing your axe and opting for the overhand swing you bring it down on the creatures head, shattering the skull and laying it low. For a few moments it continues to scrabble trying to get back up. You of course, will have none of that and proceed to smash the skull a few more times.

>>16886616

Keep at it for a good measure.

Hack its limbs apart just to be sure.

>>16886616

Somehow I doubt it will make good fertilizer ...
Ask fey thing if it wants a dead ghoul, otherwise dump it somewhere away from our fields.

You sever the beasts limbs from its body and haul the remains towards a place where it would be safe to dispose of them.

the stench is incredible and when its all said and done, you find yourself covered in its stinking ichor as you settle down in for at least a few hours of sleep.

>>16886753
God damn ghouls!

Anyway, when we wake up, go and wash yourself from the stench.

You wake up the next morning sore and hardly well rested but, thankfully the icy water of the stream at least gets the stench off and wakes you up. As you walk back to your leanto you notice that the ghouls remains are gone, trails of black greasy ichor leading off into the hedgerow....

with a shrug you set to your day of work.

WHAT SHALL YOU DO?

>>16886845
That's .... ominous.

Anyway, just like the day before tend the fields (this time tomatoes) and then work on the house.

given the smaller size you manage the tomatoes in a quicker rate and manage to get more of the frame work set up. A good days work later your stomach is rumbling fiercly given how little you've been eating as of late.

rolled 97 = 97

A ghoul, yay.

You know, we gotta ask someone how to make a field so that every dead body planted under it would rise up every night and work the field...

>>16886901

Alright, go catch some more fish and prepare some meal.

rolled 81 = 81

We've got two fish drying out. Are they done? Eat one, and use the other to start that emulsion fertilizer thing.
Do we need more though, considering greenelf's blood seems to be doing fine?

Tomatoes, yay!

Fish some more, dry some more.
Tomorrow, we find time to look for herbs and wild produce in the forest.

You manage to catch a few fish along with some fresh water mussels, and even a few fresh water lobsters! A good day. Settling in you prepare a simple soup made from the various bits and pieces of the fish, mollusks and other delicious things you've found.

cooking it down the smell is amazing, a tasty treat that makes your mouth water. The cattle have settled in nicely and are managing to keep the hedgerow trimmed back.

>>16886990
Well... eat it then!

As you take a bit you find it to be icy cold. Somewhere between fire and mouth something has chilled it to near ice.

"Hello child of the dirt." A feminine voice whispers in your ear. "I've come to see how you're doing. Perhaps, you might be willing to share some of that gift I've given you?"

>>16887014
>Perhaps, you might be willing to share some of that gift I've given you?
What gift is she referring to?

Doesn't matter.
"Of course"

>>16887034
an ancient woman rises from the embers, sitting by you. Eagerly she shovels a bowl of the soup into a wooden dish. a look of hunger on her face.

"Most kind" She whispers. "Now, I've come to offer you something of worth. Would you like the chance to corner the rat who sent the heathen after you?"

>>16887085
>"Would you like the chance to corner the rat who sent the heathen after you?"

".....You mean the elf did not come on its own accord?

...Alright, I am listening."

rolled 12 = 12

> I'm in the bath, and I'm still texting
> Be proud, OP

"A chance? Ah dunno. Iffen he brings more to the soil, it'd make give mor' fertilizin', roite?l
Shrugs, looks at her closely.
"D'YA have a grudge agains' 'im, tho'? Thar heathen comment sounds mighty suspicious. Ah'm willan' ta do ye this faver, if ya needs me ta."

>>16887223

> I'm in the bath, and I'm still texting

I HAVE NO CLOTHES AND I MUST POST

rolled 85 = 85

By the way OP
Notify when you are done for today instead of just bailing out (it seemed to happen several times during this session) so that I don't have to wait and hit the sack already.

"Aye, I do. They think to harness my powers and all the fae." She explains eating the soup. "these green men are heathens of the worst sort, they try to molest and rape the fae's power as their own. Masquerading as true power. I have reason to hate these beasts, kill bulger and I will call my deal equal"

>>16887504
"Is Bulger an elf or just a human with Green Man skills?

You said something about 'cornering' him.
Do you have an idea to catch him off-guard?"

I believe I will leave off here for tonight gents

>>16887635
Alright, see you later OP.

Same time tomorrow?

not likely I've got classes all day

>>16887723
Dayum shame.

any ideas or questions by the way guys? First quest I've really ran.

>>16887888
Dunno, I like it as it is.... Just, try to update faster.


For now the quest seems straight-forward enough, so I have no questions... well, except perhaps when you think you will be running this again.

Alright, also feel free to postulate on the world Im trying to keep the magic to a fairly low level though at the same time make it interesting. r

For right now, I'm drawing a blank but gentlemen lets build on this world if you don't mind.

A few tenants:
Magic in the sense of wizards doesn't exist, greenmen are a good example its often the harnessing of magical beings that powers magic.

Istavaan isn't high up on the food chain he's a minor lord at best.

The country is much like germany in climate

So far so good- I mean, it's like grimdark in Harvest Moon, with all western medieval fantasy.
A power berry? No, we get to eat a bloody raw heart of a hare (or was that a rabbit?) to gain its agility! And we probably have to do it repeatedly if we want to get more...

Quick, set up a hare snare and a place to keep them!
Also, do we sell the gem, and make people suspicious, or gift it to the maid, and make HER suspicious?

Also, sprites? Faeries? We got fae, old fae of the Black Forest, and it approves of our bloodthirsty farming style.

Note, don't use the fae helpers to till the land. We do it ourself until the land is too large to be tilled alone (with plows and pullers) in a day. We keep wheat all year long, and give out seeds that we plant, keep, and harvest ourself, if we could.

How much was the tithe needed by Istaavan again? We at least need to prepare that much and extra, for seed for helpers, for eating, for selling, and for ale...

And how many should we start brewing for ale? How does tomato wine taste like, eh?

>>16888383
14 bushels quite a sum really for anyone with just manual labor. Also is anyone scared of that damn fae?

Projects for fae helpers (brownies? Or worse?): rabbit/hare hutch, channels/wooden aquivers to prepare for irrigation+fish pond from river.

World-wise, how are fae viewed? As normal, as in, terrifying?
Are there religion? Are we using 3.5e Greyhawk, Forgotten Realms, other systems, or your own pantheon?

How comes the undead in this world? Negative plane leaks, accumulation of negative emotional trauma (VERY violent/tarumatic death, if we consider the setting: medieval fantasy), dead evil guys (this are probably inherently evil undeads, and not just your common violent ones), necromancy...

Wait, no wizards, so no necromancy. Probably we have witch-doctors, or just plain witches and warlocks who dabbled with the dark planes to control the dead, eh?

How about politics, do we even care?
Economics! Now THAT we care.
Prices of the produce at this moment?

given the nature of politics and economics being tied to together I'd imagine so, also for all we know maybe different faerie do different things?

Like brownies build, redcaps fertilize that sort of stuff

Honeybee hives, if we want to make mead.
And flowers, they said tulips fetch a lot at medieval times. How about others? Maybe red poppies?
Herbs and spices, too. The ones that grew nicely in medieval german, maybe like basil, coriander, leek, foxglove, mandrake...

Regarding fae, I actually find her less twisted and manipulative than I would have expected a fae to be. Maybe she is actually a Seelie fae, just one with a grudge. Point in fact, she willingly admit that she has a grudge, and that Bill cornering the 'rat' might constitute mutual favor. Then the grace of rabbit for the body of the green-elf, straightforward. She didn't claim that she saved our life then we need to repay in the same value; she took what of similar value: a carcass with a blessing.

Isn't that nice, for a fae?

PS: We're getting proficient with that axe. But it's a damned conspicuous weapon if we wander into town.

>>16889422
an axe is far from conspicuous really, just say your a woodsman

>>16889422
We are just getting started for all we know this is a long drawn out scheme as well, its hard to tell really. Then again could be they're just pissed that elves are making them slaves who knows.

Also I'm not gonna lie I wanna play this setting with a group at some point

Oh, comments:
- Don't forget to use spellchecker and be wary of your grammar
- Maybe a little bit more use of punctuation and capital letters?

Considering Bill's sanity and common sense, I guess I shouldn't ask for reminders of stuffs most people would realize, like how conspicuous carrying a sword and breastplate would be. And I hope we do remember to do the emulsion. And not to forget to wash off the blood and ghoul ichor...

holy shit...this thread is still going?

On the subject of magic, like I said earlier it's all sponsored. Though as to weather that sponsor likes it or not, is HIGHLY debatable. Those who raise the dead often have spirits of the damned shackled to their souls for example. And weather those souls like being used as basically a battery is again, debateble.

When the fae said heathen she meant it, greenmen use their power by coaxing it out of fae that they've shackled to them usually with Tattoos. Again, it may just be that fae disliking the situation but, she's bill's boss.

As for the rabbit, that one is something a trick, its fae magic coupled with the focus of a rabbit's heart to represent the speed. In theory this could and probably will be done with various other animals if Bill needs it though again the result is strictly temporary and the bargain fairly minor as all things concerned.

As for Istavaan and Bulger. They're not elves, merely rich humans who employ the fruity mildly scary sons of bitches. The baresti may or may not bea mixture of humans and dwarfs(clagnogs ancestral home?)

Any questions? I won't be running today mostly due to a kafucked up schedule but, I'm here for a bit to answer issues, thoughts and demands

>>16895957
That's pretty cool. The mechanics of everything reflects the give and take nature of... well nature. Everything comes from somewhere and nothing is free. The ethics of all this can be debated, but if it's results for the short term you're after, go ahead and take short cuts. Just don't come crying when, at the very least, your land becomes useless.

Maybe the fae can be appeased by planting various legumes? Legumes form nodules that release sugars into the soil, attracting microbes that in turn restore nitrogen to the rhizosphere (the area around the roots). I don't see why they, or some other plant could attract them for some magical reason.

>>16889422
>they said tulips fetch a lot at medieval times.
From wikipedia: "At the peak of tulip mania, in February 1637, some single tulip bulbs sold for more than 10 times the annual income of a skilled craftsman."
Holy cash crop, Batman! Not medievel, though. It'd take a marketing campaign to make tulips a big deal if they aren't already in this setting. Give some to nobels, make it fashionable, then rule the world with your tulip empire.

>>16896085
It was the goal pretty much, there maybe ways to appease the fae and other spirits, such as blood for blood like what bill has done with the rabbit. Of course extending this out to other entities....things might get a bit esoteric. Perhaps a spirit of fire in exchange for his powers steals away your heat, leaving you forever cold and always wishing you to be warm, making you use your and it's power more fueling its own nature.

As for tulips, marketing is a bitch like that. Also, a quick heads up, that plant has a purple flower narrow lancolate leaves and is merely a VERY FRAGRANT spice.

Also, that ghoul was not undead, merely a result of a price being payed. A lot of what will be termed 'monsters' are actually people who gave up too much for power and have had it bite them in the ass.

>>16896124
>A lot of what will be termed 'monsters' are actually people who gave up too much for power and have had it bite them in the ass.

Nice.

>make deal with fire spirit

>lose control of all inhibitions and burn everything around you to keep 'warm' even though you're now covered in burns.

>MFW

>>16896124

>Also, a quick heads up, that plant has a purple flower narrow lancolate leaves and is merely a VERY FRAGRANT spice

>VERY FRAGRANT spice

>spice

The spice MUST FLOW. He who controls the spice, controls the universe!

I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when my fear is gone I will turn and face fear's path, and only I will remain.

GENTLEMEN. WE NEED ROW AFTER ROW OF THIS FLOWER. WE NEED ALL THE SPICE FOR PRESCIENCE. OUR NAME IS A KILLING WORD.

Some thoughts have a certain sound, that being the equivalent to a form. Through sound and motion, you will be able to paralyze nerves, shatter bones, set fires, suffocate an enemy or burst his organs.

>A lot of what will be termed 'monsters' are actually people who gave up too much for power and have had it bite them in the ass.

>fae keeps offering us deals....

Ohshitgais.

>>16896249

Jesus christ.

We're the Kwisatz Haderach.

Will it be possible to gain some measure of permanent power from the fae without having to pay too much (I mean, like giving away one of your sense, emotions, soul, etc.)? Or from other spirits?
Like undergoing a high-level mission for them and getting rewarded?

>>16896291

We don't need them. We've got tulip melange now.

>>16896291
to an extent, to get real power no matter what takes a price, barring doing what a greenman/wizard analogue does and straight up bind one to you and even then there is a price.

Of course, making stuff permanent might be possible though it would take a lot of bootlicking and probably Bill giving up an aspect of his humanity/turning towards being something else slightly. Even if its at first something as simple as he can't eat hot food.

A few examples of what 'The Fae' may ask for bill to give up.

>Cannot eat anything not gathered from the wood.
>cannot partake of hot foods
> cannot use cold iron
>has to at least once a week/day/month eat the still beating heart of a creature of the wood.

At first, these things seem pretty petty but, that's really how it should seem

>>16896317
About that one...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saffron

not far off really when you give it a couple seconds thought

>>16896351
>>16896320
Hmm,

I hoped we could get something minor permanent power without losing aspect of humanity. These things tend to bite in the ass.
Still, for now, I hope we find a way to get the heat of our back and become a true farmer.

>>16896442
true that probably should be our goal also...dear god...we're sitting on fucking gold if what farmer just said is true!

hmm so it's not spice but saffron?

I'm alright with this, also who here is thinking we're eventually going to be turning into some sort of plant/man thing from all the wheeling and dealing with the fae?

>>16896596
I hope not. I just want to be a farmer.

>>16896603
We all do, I think though we also want to be rich.

>>16896613
Well, okay, we can be a rich farmer without selling of our humanity... Well, at least I hope so.

But we'll need powerbase. I still say we try to become a criminal FarmerBaron type of thing. That way, it will be too hard and expensive to bring us down by the 'government' and we'll gradually amass more power and become big player.

>>16896633
probably buy our way in with that plant, though again we're looking for now to need magic of some sort to grow it.

All the same we don't actually know how 'human' nobles really are it might be that people are freely willing to deal with spirits in exchange for power. hell Istavaan might be some sort of monstrous freak and is just good at hiding it.

hmm so what sort of 'monsters' are we gonna run into then?

hmm... humanoid things probably stuff like orgres, giants, Obviously ghouls, greenmen who've lost control of their spirits and have become more green than man.

possibly also creatures like bulletes and what not.

Brainstorming here or a second.

Non humanoid monsters are usually just animals, that dragon? not actually a giant flying lizard that'd be silly it's really an aggressive creature that hides in the crags and rocks, or maybe its a spirit of some sort hard to tell.

things like the shaggy cows are more common than say Ankhegs, though creatures like goblins, ogres and ghosts do exist they're people who've suffered a price they couldn't pay. A danger for anyone dealing with the supernatural

Creatures like the dire beasts are either primitive versions or spiritual beings that have taken the shape of an animal for whatever reason.

>>16896912
In the beginning of the quest I thought this was going to be "Ye olde standard fantasy setting". Thought that we will have to deal with goblin raiders at one point by asking adventurers for help and such.
But this works too... maybe even better.

Love the quest Farmer guy.


>>16896834
>>16896912

Are we going to have to Deal with any animal people? This has been in the back of my head ever since we started this farming adventure.
Things like: Gnolls, Werewolves, Deer minotaurs, Bearmen or anything else like that?

Or does this world not have animal people/conventional monsters- mearly Humans mutated by magic?

Saffron makes everything taste better? I thought it was going to magic. I'm cool with this, but in order to use this efficiently, we're going to need a partner in the culinary arts. It's one thing to provide the spice, it's another to make it the must have of the hip (and more importantly: the rich).

Also in the future, I'd suggest teaming up with someone who is willing to make these awful deals with the fae. Bill Johnson, son of John should try to stay as human as possible.

>>16897078
Oh yes again though they most likely are not the result of normal stuff rather they may be spirits themselves like the Fae, or possibly humans who were dealing animal spirits and have slowly begun to lose everything they had as a human becoming more Urcine, Porcine, Ungloid, Bovine etc.

Also, meta human(dwarves, elves, Possibly orcs? and of course humans) are naturally occurring. It won't be uncommon to run into any of them and often in odd things like a dwarvish cook.

Also, thinking Baresti will be a bit like a dwarven homeland or possibly like the rhineland was for the french/germans being rich in resources and something of a border war at all times.

Regarding deals, did we already pay for the emulsion's recipe and the vase? The hot food chilled got me worried.
If so, renege on the deal, or at least allow for maybe a day/week long of trading our temperature taste buds for use of vase. In fact, give her favor of allowing to borrow the ability to eat hot food, even if you don't use the vase. Sorta 'I pity you foo' kinda trade.

It seemed like the way to turn into a fae is by trading deals with fae, sorta like misery loves company. If we plan to be some agroeconomic baron, having the edge of being fae-favored is nice, but turning into a full fae before might be too restrictive.

- Hot food for usage of vase is fine, it's a bargain, in fact, but needs to be regulated to when we actually USE the vase.
- No cold iron is a no-no, since I doubt all fae would be so favorable to Bill. And all those good tools we'd miss out on.
- Trading food from our farm (or cities) with food from the woods are fine, but only occasionally.
- Regularly eat the still beating hearts of creatures? Actually, this is fine by me.
My two cents, anons. Yours?
And what favors you'd be willing to let Bill give up?

>>16897889
using those as examples its intended to make it feel like a steady slip of things, again things may get more esoteric at times as well like a fire spirit making it so a man is always cold no matter how much he burns things.

really it's highly variable, really the worst thing that could happen is being turned into something that is less than human,that slippery slope is there for a reason. Bill's gotta be willing to say no to the powers offered to him or say yes and turn his back on being human. The hare's heart was taste really and meant to lure him into relying on the Fae more and more.

Again, all highly speculative I'm worldbuilding as of right now and simply figuring out how to fit pieces together.

Short run down of the Regional players:

Istavaan: A young noble, he's recently taken over the barony by orders of the Grand and holy Emperor. Istavaan comes from a illustrious military background and seeks to quell the issues the Baresti lowlands have Caused the Savaan Empire as of late. Which is why he matters. Istavaan doesn't care how, he simply wants results this includes feeding his armies as well as things like cornering markets to try and starve supply lines. Located with the fortress Gringskald he's probably gonna be showing his mug at somepoint in some way.

Bulger: One of the minor lords under Istavaan, Bulger is what Bill want's to be. he controls the flow of local grains supplies as well as things like the regional spice trade. This is partly due to his cadre of Greenmen which operate his numerous hothouses across the country ensuring year round production of exotic goods for the rich and powerful and also as a way to out compete normal operations which simply can't grow much in the winter. Bulger is reported to be something of a dandy as well and has often been seen in the company of a cadre of young men whom he calls his retainers.

The Order of the Emerald rose: The guys who work with Bulger the emerald rose is the local greenmen. Not nice guys by any means but, people like them well enough if just because they can make the crops flourish. the order also are the ones that have been harvesting local spirits to enslave them as pets and as ways to power their own magic. Again, not nice guys. But, whatcha gonna do?

>>16898062
The order of the Silver chalice: A semi-monastic order of knights. These brave warriors answer to Istavaan and the emperor alone. The Silver chalice from which they take their name is said to have been given to them by an angel sent from the skies on wings of platinum and light. They serve a variety of functions with their lesser members acting as messenger, swords for hire and even relief during times of hardship. The order however is getting ready for war, and it shows they've once more started to fly their banners where a chapter is located and their stronghold is now filled with the sounds of training as they begin to renew their efforts.

The Quansi- the elves of the east, these strange folk appear from time to time bearing trade goods as well as word from the far and distant empires which no man in the land has ever seen. The Quansi often have goods, spirits and other oddities that are simply not found here. Recently a number have been cropping up across the land, possibly trying to earn a little coin in the shadow of war.

>>16898062
>lger is what Bill want's to be. he controls the flow of local grains supplies as well as things like the regional spice trade. This is partly due to his cadre of Greenmen which operate his nu

So it looks like Bill will have to eliminate Bulger, but Bulger has cadre of Greenmen. Fae hates Greenmen. Bill has no powers, so he'll probably have to lend them from Fae. She'll gladly provide them. If we start killing Greenmen, sooner or later we'll have to deal with the The Order. Probably will have to kill them. Meanwhile, we will be getting more and more powers so that we can stand against such force.

In the end we are severely going to fuck up local order, economy and resource-flow just because SOME ASSHOLE STEPPED ON OUR CROPS!

>>16898135
Continuing some more.

The Fae/spirits: Though not a whole and united front they are there, damn near everywhere and when brought to bear a force to be reckoned with. The spirits have been taking a hit thanks to the Order of the Emerald rose but, as we've seen they're still a force to be reckoned with if a little unyielding when it comes to working together. Outside of those that reside in the forests there are still lakes and rivers in which powerful beings reside as well as the mountains and surrounding barrows. Though how friendly is hard to tell.

The fallen/monsters: where the spirits tread, the monsters follow. These creatures are the result of magical bargains gone awry, the ghoul, a common creature being just one such issue. The greater the bargain the more fearsome the beast that is born from the man. Though some are mere animals other retain a modicum of their minds, and will drive their kin to villages and other places of possible food. Farms are also a large target though as of late things have been fairly quiet.

The Valnesi: The Val, are a northern people, pale hair and skin they come from a land of ice and cold. Consummated in the art of trade and also the strange act of Skalding they travel here and there offering whatever they can for coin. Valnesi are known to be a hard working people and have no question taking goods and coin from questionable sources so long as it glitters or can be made to.

....I think that's it. at least for now these are the possible allies and enemies that Bill son of John may very well face.

>>16898244
I hope that after we murder EVERYONE, we will be able to farm in peace.

>>16898381
well the Valnesi seem like bros. If just because they seem to be nordic hobos

Anymore questions gentlemen? also, I will try to steer things back to simply farming it as best I can. That had been the intention though shennagins ensued and I rolled with them. Again, first quest apologies for anything to out there.

We need to make a deal with a spirit of Wrath or Rage or something like that.
Fits Bill's pity-less, cut-your-throat-like-a-pig character

Rage is KILLKILLKILLYOUALLTIMEALLDAY I suspect.
But it probably would grant some combat deals, and I suspect easy to get favors from, since it wants to RAGEALLTHETIME.

The problem is this minor deals means that the character is the one who feels them. Tg's hivemind, well, doesn't feel what their character feel. We could order Bill to take all the deals, but probably lose him when the damage from the deals break his mind, turning him into a ghoul-or-worse.

Man, if there are stats, we need to pump Willpower. Eat your cold food, Bill, and no, you can't burn your farm.

>>16898522
I can't imagine any deal something like that would cut would not end horribly and I'm not gonna lie I wanna steal this setting and use it for at least a one shot.

gentlemen, I...crap I forgot what I was gonna say hold on here....

Um dwarfs yes dwarfs how do you think they should fit into all this? If at all?

>>16899088
no idea, really

but from the looks of it you are not going to make the Standard Fantasy Drafs, right?

>>16899191
probably not, though how to vary them is a tad tricky. I'm thinking possibly they're one of the few troped up races in the setting given everything else is so far off the mark.

Im thinking dwarves may just very well be shorter versions of humans that have a habit of being well dwarvish. They like metal, they like gold, they like beer and they like women. At the same time culture might come into play on this one, perhaps a strange ritual practice and aversion to those who deal with spirits where as the elves seem to be quite happy to take any old ghost and bind them?

>>16899330
>Im thinking dwarves may just very well be shorter versions of humans that have a habit of being well dwarvish. They like metal, they like gold, they like beer and they like women.
Isn't this what dwarves basically are?

Eh, I dunno. I have no idea on this.
You can do basically what you want.

Anyway, I am out.
When are you running the quest again?

>>16899693
tonight possibly given I have essays to work on and this will keep fairly motivated to function check in about 2100 hours Eastern standard

Dwarves as dwarves mean that their ancestral worship are great, comparable to elves, even if their lives are a tad shorter compared to those pointy-ears, but their ordered culture makes memorial last longer.

Depending on the culture, they might bind souls to their crafts and considered it great honor to be done so, or the reverse, they might hate the idea of commanding ancestral souls. It's all culture. Even the alcohol. Especially the alcohol.

The anvil and the still, no dwarf actually live without those. At least, socially.
My idea. Kinda kidding and Dwarf Fortress inspired, but feels like it fits the quintessential dwarf.
OP should choose his own dwarf culture though.


PS: Cold food permanent?

>>16900817

*ehem*