>>20852968
Now to begin with some more stories of festival funtimes.

The time of the festival is nearing. I didn’t really understand why we are holding one so soon after the orc attack; Sir Feargaile tells me it’s to take everyone’s mind off the battle and to prove to the other nations that we aren’t so weak. I’m joining the ‘Beach Volleyball’ tournament, even though Sir Giovanni and Sir Feargaile had suggested we join one of the martial competitions; Belle says that she’s joining too, especially now that she knows you play the game in teams.
I’ll join the boxing tourney too, if only to keep Feargaile and Giovanni off my back. They just won’t leave me alone about the martial games. Belle isn’t joining to join to join the boxing game, she says she’ll be happy watching me.


“Aren’t these too revealing Kuro?” Belle says as she holds up the pieces of her ’bikini’ we had purchased to wear during the volleyball games.
I continue playing with my bikini, trying to find a comfortable fit. “I kind of like it, and I think you’d look cute wearing it.”
“But in front of other people?”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll be there, and it’s not like you’re going to be naked.”
“This is going to be so embarrassing...”
I hug her from behind. “Relax. I’ll be with you the entire time.”
“Ok.” she says, relaxing in my arms.

>>20852980

It’s the first day of the festival and the first two rounds of the volleyball tourney will be held later today.
“Why did want me to wear this dress so badly Belle? It’s so warm today.” I say as we walk past stalls, looking for funnel cakes.
“Because if you were in that bikini, we’d have to pry the men off of you.” She says it with such indignation. Before I can retort, she points at a stall “There, that one’s selling funnel cakes.”

We finish our funnel cakes and walk to where the blacksmiths have set up shop.
“You said you wanted to get some new armor?”
“That, and a new sword would be nice. You should get some new weapons too. I don’t think yours will be able to take much more abuse.”
“Hey, I’m careful with my sword; it’s not much use to me if I break it. I guess I do abuse the daggers though.”

We continue looking through what the blacksmiths have to offer, finding some gear we decide to come back for after our games. Something catches my eye as we walk out of the blacksmith area; I go up to the stall to get a closer look. On the corner of a table covered in armor is a small collection of jewelry. They’re all finely crafted pieces that would look good in a horde, but what really has my attention are two identical rings. I excitedly wave Belle over and point at the gold and mithril bands.

>>20852994

“Belle, what do you think of these. We could each wear one.”
“But doesn’t that stone make them look too much like wedding rings? We’re both girls.”
“No one in this land cares about that.
“You are right.”
“And those aren’t just any stone, those are blue diamonds. Do you have any idea how rare they are? These rings are perfect!”
“Do we even have enough money to purchase them?”
I pull a gold statue of a cat out of my pouch and hand it to Belle. “If this isn’t enough, I still have the dagger.”
“I thought those were precious to you. You’ve held onto them for so long.”
“I’ve held onto them for this very reason.” I pull Belle close and whisper into her ear. “After all, you’re the only treasure I have worth keeping.” She turns red and smiles slightly; no longer protesting.
I trade my enchanted statue and a jeweled dagger for the two rings.
Deciding to put the rings on when we have a little more privacy, me and Belle run off with our prize.

>To be continued soon.

Artorias. It seemed to me that melena never got married or is that just me? Also can Priscilla die?

>>20853109
Different Melena. As for Prescilla...she's part dragon, so who knows?

What is everyone else working on?

>>20853532
Considering whether or not to go through with "Interviews with a Revolutionary."
We do seem to have a certain shortage of downright despicable fellows.

>>20853532
I'm working on a difficult quest in Conclave.
are you bored? upgrade the 1d4chan page. the infos about the world you guys built are too fragmentated. how can somebody use it as campaign setting?

>>20853532
A wedding.

>>20853881
So bourgeois.

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>>20854027
pic related

>>20854049

Bonnie and Clyde?

>>20854049
That's beyond bourgeois.
I'd say slapsticky redneckish.
...amusing.

>>20854049
A shotgun wedding? How quaint.

Reminds me of one of my sister's weddings.

Monstrous races that likely have some kind of natural magical ability.
Go.

>>20854975

Dragons, angels, demons, true fey. That's about it.

>Sir Dustyn Howle: Founder and leader of the Order of Blades
So when were the Blades established? Really early on? Not so early on? Or what?

>>20855329
Early on, within the first year. Elf raiding parties were sometimes a problem until after our first year and they realized they were more trouble than they were worth.

Looks like things have slowed down a bit lately...or maybe it's just early.

>>20855697
Well, to be fair, I'm working on like three things at once.

And yes, it is a bit early. I don't think we really have as many people as we did at first either way. I don't think I've seen Sir Gavin since the earliest threads. Do we even have a story told in the perspective of the Earrubber?

>>20855746

I haven't seen one.

>>20855017
>>20855820
Might be a funny question, but could I borrow your dragon for a cameo?

>>20855856

The flight thing? Just make sure you don't cause any paradoxes.

>>20855903

Just let me look at it before you post it, or help write any lines of dialog my characters might have.

>>20856079
Sounds good, have an gmail for docs you wouldnt mind posting or do I need to go make a throwaway gmail?

>>20856304

Got one right here. I wish I started using google docs earlier.

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>Alright, Al, you got this. One hand on her waist, and all that. I said her waist.
I know what I'm doing.
>Don't mess this up. Now, lead.

And so we started to dance. Sera and I had only been "together" for a few hours, lucky someone set up a concert to end this festival. Dancing is relatively easy, though, just have to stay in time with the music, and you can do a simple waltz.
...Sera's ears started to tickle my nose.
>Don't sneeze, don't sneeze, don't-
I AM BEYOND SNEEZING, MORTAL.
There was a useful trick I taught myself, that suppresses sneezes. However, it does not stop you from making a slight convulsion.
"What was that?" she asked.
"Nothing."
"Right."
You'd hope conversations would pick up more easily. Still, at least the tension started to melt.
>Good lord, man
Sera had started to bury her head in my chest. It was hard to read her expression from this angle. Was she being playful? Affectionate? Tired?
>ohgodohgodohgod do something!

Outlanders Guide to Indigenous species volume 3, High Orcs yet again: High Orc politics are in nature a thing of great bluntness I have learned in my dealings with them. It is a odd thing of convince, my political marriage to Ruby. I am effectively king of a well off clan, but the only time I am needed is during the time the council is in or when she needs a champion to bash someones head in. It brings to mind the political unions popular back in the dark ages of the old world.

As odd as it is, it does have its advantages. My duel position on the council of Dms and the High Orc covenant has allowed me to keep peace between the two. Which is a good thing as a force pressing down from the north is something we do not need. What with being on edge with our other neighbors.

>>20856655
The part I like the least has to do with titles. The High Orcs have a sort of hard on for names and titles. And one of the biggest things is the name challenge. There are two kinds of the challenge. The kind where they doubt that you are who you say you are. And the other a title claim, when someone thinks that they deserve your title more than you they can challenge you to a duel to the death for the right. Being an Outsider who had the name of Lord Ozgrumuch I had a lot of challenges. As they really did not like the idea of a human being a ruler of one of their clans.

One thing that is important to note is that rulers can not challenge other rulers to title challenges, this is to keep one clan gaining an unfair advantage other the others. There are 37 clans currently. The number has been know to fluctuate.

I think though the biggest thing about High Orc culture is that there can be some misunderstandings to things as High Orc have a unique kind of logic. They don't always see things like we do or think like we do.

>>20856662 Creation myth HO
One such misunderstanding is the personality of Tera the Earth Mother. I think the best way to describe the characterization of her is as a violent and crazy hippie chick. And is in no way a kind and loving goddess. It ties back to the High Orc creation myth.

In the time before time there were the Moon and the Earth. Terroar the Sky god fell in love with Tera the Earth goddess. So he ripped out a part of himself and named it Roar. Roar was all that Terroar dispised about himself. Such as stupidity and weakness. Terroar renamed himself Ter and then impregnated Tera with Roar. This is what lead to what the High Orcs refer to as the age of sickness. Tera grew weak and nearly died. Then she gave birth to all the creatures of the world. Some were born weak some were born strong. It is the way of the gods for the weak to die and the strong to live and rule other those who are weaker.

This effects the view of the High Orcs in some strange ways. The most noticeable thing I have found is how it affects their relations. Since one can not appear weak High Orc couples try to make themselves look stronger than their partner. Then the other does the same, in the Orc mind this makes both look stronger.

>>20856673
This can lead to a kind of posturing, where to save face they over do it in situations where they seem weak. One such case jumps to mind. When a college of mine was studying High Orc religion, he came across a couple who were out hunting. See as the Norm is for the men to Hunt and War and for the women to handle the domestic work and religion, it is unheard of for a couple to hunt together as it implies weakness. Which can lead to them overdoing it.

>Coming shortly more on succubi

Wait... How many people are on each team in a volleyball game?

>>20856796
2 4 5 6 8 10 are the common numbers.

>>20856827

Who wants their waifu's to play volleyball?

>>20856913
Well I did mention that Lilly and Meina played and that Lilly may have caused a few girls wardrobe malfunctions.

>>20856939

This gives me ideas. Any mention of Lilly winning or losing the tourney or how long it lasted?

>>20856913
As a matter of fact, I mentioned Sera doing so earlier. Go for it.

>>20856957

That brings the total to five people, so a five person team made up of named characters.
Lilly occasionally trying to liberate the bikinis.

>>20856997
The story so far is that nobody remembers who won. I joked that it was Lillys fault for stealing bikinis

>>20857035

D you remember which thread it's in?

>>20857091
I want to say 13 or 12

>>20857143

13. I just found it. Edited my stuff a bit to match up with yours. Now we get to go into more detail with the volleyball games, and see if I can write something other than dialog.

>>20856683
Outlanders Guide to indigenous species volume 2, Mary Sues and You:
There are a few creatures in this world that have powers far beyond the threshold of normal. The big ones would be: the Fey, Demons, Angels, Dragons, Vampires.

There very well could be more but in my three years in this place as of this writing. These are the only beings that I know of that are magical in nature and tripping balls on power. And out of all of these the one I know the best is the Succubi. What with having books on the subject and one at my side, I have learned far more about Succubi than I ever thought I would. It should be noted that demons is a catch all term and that Succubi is one of many variations. It just so happens they are one of the more magical versions. See the Succubi is a artificial construct. They are created through many not nice processes that I will be giving the gist of here. If you want the hard facts stop by and I'll lend you Asgorenthen Delmor Primer, not a book for the faint of heart. Its where I first learned of the process.

>>20857342
It all starts with a 'willing' girl. The girl captured is then tortured and raped and many other horrible things. Once the sprite, will, and mind of the victim is broken they then began phase two. Phase two is the molding process. It is where they condition the girls mentally. Once the moral conscience is replaced with apathy they then began part 3. In my humble opinion the worst part. The demons have brain surgery, far beyond what we had back home. Just thinking about it brings back memories of bio psychology and biology and even bio chemistry. Back on subject, they basically hot wire the pleasure centers of the brain to everything else and and add even more connectors to the parts responsible to the sex drive. The other thing they do is implant a inhibitor growth in places, dimming the intelligence.

Now that the girl is stupid, broken, and eager they begin the next horrific part. They begin the demonification process. They replace the blood and soul with demonic energy. The heart with well the demon equivalent and literally place hellfire in the stomach. This leads to the devolupment of the demonic features. Once that is done the subject can survive the next step, bone branding. They etch into the bones powerful magic runes, that will give the succubi her powers. Next they give the succubi a demon core. This is an odd magical organ that supposedly only appears in demons, it allows the demon to feed on certain natural energies. Succubi feed on sexual energy, while a rage demon would feed on anger and so on. This core is a powerful magic generator, it converts any energy the demon absorbs to magic. This is important as with the hellfire for a stomach they can not gain nourishment in normal ways. As anything entering the stomach burns up in a magic fire of evil hate. Luckily for the succubi the runes allow them to withstand such heat, in fact it is one of the first powers that awakens.

>>20857350

Now that the succubi is one in body and mind, that leaves only skill and knowledge. I will be brief her. Deviant debauchery is the least of things that a young succubi is lead in. It actually remind me of the sociology theory of the humiliation pact. The theory had to do with how fraternities breed loyalty to the group through degragation of the new people, to some how create loyalty and instill the desire to do such to others. That was one of the things I never got. Anyway so the new succubi is trained in the ways of the succubi. This basically amounts to more torture (though the succubi enjoys it now) and some actual teaching.

The final step is the seal rings. I have mentioned them before. They slowly unlock with the completion of certain requirements. The rings limit the powers of a Succubi and have a few other effects. The requirements read like a debauchery check list for the most part except the last one which is to go for five years with out breaking any laws. Once this is met the final ring unlocks itself allowing the succubi to slowly grow into her full powers.

>>20857359
There seems to be some variation on what powers are given based on the time of creation and who did the job. But some of the main stays are: mind reading and mind related power, innate magical skill, limited shapeshifting, magical resistance, superhuman speed and strength, ridiculous amounts of endurance, and of course the ability to steal souls.

Lilly and I have learned that the extra powers unlock as the Succubi gains more magical might. The final rune to be unlocked is a specialized spell that will kill off the inhibitor growth, restoring the Succubi to what their intelligence was before. As you can see, while this gives the Succubi some serious edges on the rest of the game. It is not a pretty process.

>>20857365

So no kids for the succubus?
And will you do one of these on dragons?

New writefag here, tempted to add my own page to the tale of TeeGee. Any guidelines I should know about? I've already read over the 1d4chan article and most of the old threads as they happened. My only real fear is that my idea might impinge into some fluff that other people have been focusing on (not retconning anything obviously, just involving stuff that other people have been fluffing for a while, mainly demons) and I don't want to step on anyone's toes...

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>>20856525
I leaned my own head down onto hers. It smelled quite nice. Was this romantic? Did she like it? The only response it warranted was a tighter grip from the Felim.
We continued for several minutes like this.
"Hey, Alaric?"
"Hm?"
"I didn't... force you into anything, did I? I mea-"
"If I didn't want anything between us, would I have saluted?"
I received no answer save another tightening of her grip. As we continued, I found myself in thought again. She very clearly felt for me. It was only natural that I felt something back, but... what was the line between love and friendship? Could our relationship be both? Certainly, I was attracted to the girl, and I enjoyed her company greatly, but was that romance? Isn't that what love was, when people come together facing any adversities they may come across, for better or worse? Even if we were married, could I provide as a husband? I could, but I didn't exactly have a safe career. Indeed, I more often than not came home with cuts and bruises. Then again, wasn't it Sera who helped me sew those wounds up? Who talked and listened to me, showed concern for me, who even saved my life the first time we met, and I her freedom?
Indeed, I to her I saw a greater attachment than to any friend, and a fuel to drive myself ahead. I briefly wondered how hot my blood might boil were harm to befall her.
If this wasn't love, then what was?

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>>20857748
I'm sure you'll do fine so long as you don't go full grimderp.
Welcome aboard.

>>20857709
No succubi have demon kids, which I will get to some other time. I will also be doing one on dragons. Not right now though cause I am about to hit the gym.

>>20857820

No cute loli succubi to dote on... That's no fun.
I look forward to the bit on dragons.
And have fun at the gym.

>>20857768
>If this wasn't love, then what was?
Taking the high road on this one.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zfk89hBNO9g

>>20857820
So no or low biological fertility rate for any demons?

Sounds like motivation.

I might send B on a trip through Miasma to reach the Underdark, if there are no objections.

>>20857709
>>20857836
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/20740292/#p20741914

>>20857910

Looks like I wasn't the only person who forgot about that.

So...inciting some knights and a range of other peoples into some kind of political uprising with some military implications. Badwrong? Badong? Or kinda somewhat okay?
Looking to point it at about 6 or 7 AA.

>>20857906
If you mean Hell then I wouldn't mind as long as you kept with hot, dark, full of suffering, and ruled by iron law. Laws every where about everything, that can be magically binding and are meant to screw you over.

>>20857836
Its possible, through shapeshifting or if they just got her young

.>>20857949
>>20857910
I will be writing more on dragons through.

>>20857952
As long as you don't mind GearHeart Fucking the uprisings shit up.

>And I am out the door as soon as I hit submit so thats the last answers from me for a time.

>>20857994
Ah, see, I was intending for Artorias to come shut it down. It has a more...dramatic? Poetic? The word went and left me.
It just has a better feel it in my head.

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Hmm, considering getting in on this, but not quite sure where to start. Would my character's entry into TeeGee be an acceptable offering?

Also, the realization has just dawned that being in my Scout Trooper Armour at the time of the transformation is a very real possibility, as about half the time I leave home, I've got it on me. Awkward.

>>20858054

You may or may not get even more strange looks from the natives.

>>20858054
It's where most people seem to have started as far as I can tell.

>>20858054
Steer clear of Ewoks and you should be fine.

Maybe get an enchantment so it cools down more?

>>20857994
Trust me, the Hell I'll write is full of that. And is constantly on fire. Really, Laws? Sound more like a Fey or Lawful Evil Devil thing.

>>20858054
It's a good place to start, though I think most start early into their actual knight career, about 1-2 AA.

Also, Scout Trooper Armor would be neat. Hell, once you get real armor you could request the helmet be styled after it.

>>20858081
>Sound more like a Fey or Lawful Evil Devil thing.
>Hell
Well...yeah.

>>20858054
It'd be pretty nice to have a guy walking around in Scout trooper armor, or rather armor stylized at it after his old plastic bits fell apart/were used for important plastics.

I want to get back into writing too, either finsihed my nameless knight story (i had an inkling on where it'd all go) but i dont have as much time as i'd think.

Well, one thing that I've tried to set the tone for in my stories is "Hero of another Culture" tone.

I try to show what qualities the other cultures or people found honourable or right, and their worldview.
The peasants were humble, the elves vainglorious, the wizards gonna wiz, Serridians were nationalist, etc.
Now to pull off hotheaded dwarves and a scatterbrained Demon mad scientist.

I'm really going to need someone to look this over. I have absolutely no idea how I should write this volleyball game.

>>20858378
Well, I'm about to go get a pizza, but if nobody's around to give you a hand when I get back, I'd be glad to. I don't know much about volleyball, if that's a problem.

Upon reflection, I probably could have gotten changed out of my armour after the event and headed home. I’d certainly have gotten less weird looks, wolf-whistles and I probably wouldn’t have had to stop for quite so many impromptu videos. What should have been a two hour walk took almost three, but my armour bag has the kinda straps that slice my hands up, and in my experience, wearing the gear is more comfortable than carrying it.

I’ve been trooping in it for so long that I don’t even notice the extra weight or loss of peripheral vision anymore. When I finally reached the top of the hill where I live and stumbled through the front door, I’d been on my feet for a good seven hours now, and I was damn well ready to drop. I called out, the voice amplifier built into my helmet sending out my voice and giving it a nice, authentic mechanical rasp. The silence was astounding.

>Prologue, part 1. Damn, I'm rusty. Going for a bit of a stream-of-conciousness thing to get into the mind of the character early.

>>20858378
Sexily.

>>20858378
With a gratiutious amount of bouncing, good sir.

>>20858407
no one that watches volleyball knows much about it besides the refs

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I dropped my armour bag onto the floor and took a sip from the water hose I’d built into my armour (because damn if I’m going to break character in front of sick kids just to get a drink) and made my way to my bedroom. It was, just as I had left it that morning, an apocalyptic scene. My old ex-army sleeping bag was still tossed lazily into a corner, with my collection of nerf guns and ex-military clothing, right next to the only spot on the carpet without layers of mess on it. That was where the armour would go. If I could be bothered ever taking it off.

Sidestepping the my old larp sword & board and my old practise katana on the way to me bed, I completely ignored both the presence that was staring me down, and the constant click of plastic on plastic that announced my every step. For recon specialists, Scout Troopers were less than stealthy. Collapsing onto the end of my bed and stabbing the power button of my computer with a gloved finger, I mused to myself that at least my gear let me sit.

Something I always made sure to remind the guys stuck in full Stormtrooper armour.

>Fun fact: The Stormtrooper armour from the original trilogy? The guys in that gear can't bend over at all, let alone sit down. It's almost as bad as plate armour.

Which, for the record, is still nothing compared to how restrictive Clone armour is.

>>20858470
Would you be okay if I used yourself and Rydia for a cameo?

As my computer, held together by spit, a stencilled Omnissiah cog on the side of the case and stubborn determination powered up, I took off my gloves – heavy biker jobs that made typing absolutely impossible – and tucked them into one of my webbing pockets. Force of habit, even at home – if I didn’t, they always disappeared into the gaping, pan dimensional maw of my closet, and I wouldn’t see ‘em for weeks. Ah, there we go, power’s on.

“No, Bruce, I am bloody well /not/ unleashing you on the world today.” I muttered to small, feathery bundle of rage and hate that I shared the room with, finally turning to regard it from behind my visor. It glared defiantly at me with those black, beady eyes that I just knew would one day spell my downfall, and ruffled its feathers. I didn’t need any fancy telepathy to know the exact thought that was rebounding in the great chasm of its skull as it plotted my demise.

“Soon.”

> Enter the main villain, Bruce the Destroyer.
> He's known and feared in no less than four nations.

>>20858538
feel free

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(Authors note: Anything offensive in this story is opinion of the character, not myself!)

>Scribe's Note: Enclosed herein are reproductions of the legible text from a journal discovered by a group of TeeGee explorers in a ruin near the edge of the Knoll wastes, to be added to the TeeGee Library Archives. Though much of the text was destroyed or rendered illegible (both from weather damage and, in some places, the mental state of its author) its content, if true, shall be of use to any scholar of demonic lore.

>Entry One: Date unknown, presumably early in the third year AA. The first page or so is missing. Text begins as such:

...since we found ourselves in this strange new land. Unlike my fellows, who quickly fell prey to their obsession with their inane old-world concept of the 'waifu,' playing their little games of knighthood and chivalric posturing, I alone retained a cool head upon entering this world, determined to obtain a fraction of the power I soon learned it contained, rather than settling for a drafty old castle and a 'monstergirl' or two. No, I left their enclave soon after its 'official' founding, setting off on my own to pursue my research.

It soon became apparent to me that magical power was not an easy thing in this new world, requiring a carefully curated bloodline, belief, or a particular mental state (no wonder such methods came so easily to those who came into this world with me!) I needed a different source of potential power...
.

>>20858606
You have no idea how happy that makes me, would have had a gaping plot-hole had you sad no. :)

>>20858637

...managed to secure myself a low-ranking position in a great library in one of the human kingdoms, hiding my true heratage. It was here that I discovered my avenue to power-- the still-present strength of the Demon. It was said that in the past, humans of strong will who possessed...

...power beyond imagining, if one observed the proper ritual and made an ironclad contract. It was only a matter of finding the proper items and location...

...completed my journey westward, towards what is marked on my map as the “Knoll Wastes.” I have narrowed down the location of the former Lord's stronghold somewhere on the boundary of this vast expanse...

...end. This journal, then, shall be more than just a record of my research and my eventual triumph, but a companion on my long journey. Though the lonliness bears down hard at times, the thought of the power which waits for me keeps me moving forward. I can feel that it will not be long before my efforts are rewarded.

>>20858637
>(Authors note: Anything offensive in this story is opinion of the character, not myself!)
>post has some criticisms towards fa/tg/uys
Don't be a pussy. I've taken several shots at us as a whole from my perspective and I own up to all of them. Or at least I would, but nobody really seems to mind.
So basically, don't be a pussy.
>>20858378
Manage to find any help yet?

Then, it went back to preening its gunmetal grey feathers, dismissing me entirely from its tiny, malevolent mind. Evil, I had learned quickly since adopting the little bundle of fluff, was patient. I gave him a suspicious glare, to make sure he really was simply cleaning his feathers and not sharpening them somehow, before turning back to the large screen that dominated my bedside table. I wiped the worst of the sweat off my hands on the cummerbund of my armour, affectionately nicknamed the ‘nappy’ before grabbing the mouse and keyboard.

It was time for 4chan. Double-clicking firefox, I booted up facebook and sup/tg/, checking if the missus was online (she wasn’t) and if any interesting threads had shown up while I’d been away. A new instalment of AC Quest had finally appeared, as had a few other quests and some more Warhammer High. Meh, maybe there was something on the new Iron Kingdoms RP that was coming out. Still wearing my helmet, I took a sip of water and headed to the main /tg/ board. Hell yes! Scans of the new character generation system for IK. I’ll download those.

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Okay, seriously. What is that? Looks like some kind of spider/drow/pig armoured like one of those tanks from Ghost in the Shell. This I gotta see. Le click.
What the…head…fuzzy…Bruce…damn you!

>Aaand there’s the monstergirl. This ends the Prologue – I’d appreciate thoughts and constructive criticism. I haven’t written anything in a long time, so I know I’m quite rusty.
>Apologies for short post, damn field length bit me in the arse.

>>20858753

Yep.

>>20858798
Oh good. That leaves me to my pizza then.

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>>20858663

>Entry Five: Dated the Twelfth of First Seed in the third year AA.

At last! I have arrived at my destination!

The Stronghold lies in ruins, but even in its desolation it is a magnificent sight, the tall central tower and the rooms surrounding its base still standing proudly against the seemingly endless wastes behind them. Such a fitting place for my ascension to power!

As soon as I arrived I set about exploring the standing ruins, discovering to my delight surviving bedchambers and a kitchen, though of course no food remained after so many years...

...jewel of my discovery were archives in the lower levels of the tower containing fragments of surviving texts describing the Lord's Ritual, with which the former king of this place, it was said, took the power of the Demons themselves for his own!

Forgive me, journal, I repeat myself in my excitement. Above the archives, in the last surviving room of the tower, now open to the sky, lies the key to the ritual- a massive summoning circle, cast in silver and brass, taking up the entire diameter of the tower. And, in its center, the key to it all- the Heart of an ancient demon, imprisoned in brass and lead, kept dormant by the power of the circle, but serving as a direct conduit to the powers of Hell...

...must rest now, though if I could I would start work immediately. I must still decode the ritual from what scraps remain. One step at a time. Though, with power so close at hand, it becomes difficult to wait...

>>20858753
Sheesh, I was just trying to be polite, since I'm new to the setting...

>>20858933
Screw that, you were dropped into a foreign land with a bunch of guys from 4chan. Not wanting to be associated with them is the logical thing to do.

>>20859061
>logic
>on 4chan
i laughed far harder than i should have

>>20859061
>>20859096
Hah, true enough!

Sadly I have to get off for the night, it's later than I thought. I'll pick up here tomorrow!

No news is good news, I guess. I'll start on the awakening.

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>>20857768
Was she thinking the same thing? No, she had no doubt reached the conclusion some time ago. A little slow to the draw, eh?
>Al, don't keep a girl waiting
Her gaze had lifted to meet mine at this point, though it must have been a struggle for both of us. I got a good look at her; her eyes flittered, cheeks tinged red, and not from alcohol.
>It's now or never
"Alaric, do you..." my heart grew faster. Was hers? I couldn't tell over the music. It didn't matter.
"Yes."
Our stance soon less resembled one for dance and more an embrace. Time was lost to me, though I'm sure several songs passed, along with a few thoughts.
Is she alright? Why does my shirt feel damp? Should I say something? What is there to say?
It was a relief when her head lifted again. It seemed as if the night was looking up again, for the both of us.

"Does this mean we're-"
"Yeah, I think so."

>>20859139
And done. Not used to romance stuff, so it was probably handled as gently as a fucking bagpipes.

>>20859206
Romance quite often is. Ya did good.

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>>20859206
>handled as gently as a fucking bagpipes
well thaht just shows you handled the girl real gentle like then laddie

Damn, nothing but darkness in here. Can’t see shit, captain. There’s no light in here whatsoever. I must have been out a while for it to get dark. I placed a hand on my head, and felt the familiar resin of my helmet. First time I had ever managed to actually pass out in my armour. No wonder I was having trouble seeing. Dark visor at night wasn’t the greatest combination ever devised. That was the first thing I noticed. The second thing was that my hands were damn cold. They were probably blue, but it was too dark to tell.

I fumbled for my gloves and found them in my left webbing pocket, and slipped them onto my slightly numb hands. That was a lot better. The gloves were designed for keeping hands warm when riding a motorbike, so they’d warm them up pretty quickly. I placed my hands on the matt-

>>20859259
-hold on. The ground was hard to the touch, solid and unyielding as stone. From memory, the mattress in my bedroom was certainly nowhere near as hard. Or lumpy, for that matter, and I was quite sure I’d passed out on my bed. Being on my bed was the last thing that I could remember, at least. I stared down at the ground below me until my eyes adjusted a little to the darkness, fixing on what little light there was.

That was…definitely stone. It was old and cracked, with moss clinging stubbornly to every single nook and cranny that presented itself. My mind raced, assessing the situation. It was night-time, and I was in a stone structure that obviously had no lighting or heating, far from where I had fallen asleep. My armour was still on properly, so at least I could take comfort in the fact that nothing untoward had happened to me during my transportation to whatever this place was.

>>20859269
Okay, that was the first question. Where in the name of Steve Irwin’s delicious accent was I? I pushed myself up off the ground and shakily got to my feet, my legs still a little sore from the walk and from sleeping in armour. I normally did the walk from town to home, two hours uphill, a few times a week, but it was always tougher in armour. Looking around, I was definitely in a stone structure. An old one, abandoned from the look of the cobwebs and the large hole in the roof, an impromptu window to a crescent moon.

“Well fuckin’ ‘ell.” I murmured to myself, my voice amplified by the speaker. I’d gone from a comfy bed to some old, run-down hut. Spotting a slim window, I ambled over towards it and poked my head out, looking down curiously. Suffice to say, I regretted that damn quickly. It was so dark, and I was so high up, I couldn’t even see the ground beneath me. Not a hut then, that was for sure. A castle or tower, maybe. I scratched my helmet curiously. There wasn’t a single medieval structure in the entirety of Australia.

I blinked and sighed, realizing that something had definitely gone wrong.
“Where the bloody’ell am I?”

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>>20859231

>>20859259
>>20859269
>>20859279
this keeps sounding more and more like my summer 2010 and i love it

Hmm...question. If my character honestly believed that there was no reason for his replica blaster to NOT work, (such as, say, believing he's in a dream) and he had some form of magical ability, would he be able to use it as a conduict for his power, therefore making it able to shoot fire or death rays or something of the sort?

Just wondering.

>>20859312
Thanks man, it's good to have some feedback. I'm starting to pick up some steam, methinks.

>>20859318
No, you'll need to add some sort of magical channeling element. Until then, it's just a hunk of plastic.

However, I like the idea of such a weapon if you could find a way to wield it without destroying the blaster. Basically, it would just be a fancy magic wand.

>>20859318
Drunk magic has been mentioned, but does require some experience with the sensation of firing a blaster. Perhaps as a focus?

Judging from the text and spoken language, could I hazard you are also a Down-Underer?

>>20859318
i can see something like that happening a little ways down the road thanks to the bit about drunk magic, not sure how i feel about right off the bat. though the bigger question is why doesn't it already shoot lasers
http://www.geekologie.com/2012/09/nes-zapper-modded-into-a-powerful-burnin.php

>>20859318
No, unfortunately. Technology is limited to what we can actually make (such as VERY carefully rationed gunpowder). Magic exists, but it's a bitch to learn, and we'll probably never get to archmage status within our lifetimes.

>>20859353
At least, not without cheating or skipping a few steps.

Besides, some of us have to be powergamers, isn't that what powergamers do?

>>20859340
That was what I was thinking. It's just resin on its own, nothing special, but the fact that the character believes that it can do fancy things makes it a focus of his power.

Essentially, yes, as a fancy magic wand. Might be a little overpowered, though. I'll save that one for later. Maybe let it work as a tiny cigarette lighter for now at best.

>>20859349
Tasmanian, so I only half-count. Drunken magic? Oh my, I'm liking this setting more and more.

>>20859377
Oh, I wasn't thinking of powergaming, actually. Just curious as to how belief would affect the setting.

The answer, when it came to me after a full minute of crazy conspiracy theories that would have made the tinfoil layer on the inside of my helmet proud, the realization finally hit me. It was followed shortly after by my gloved palm impacting on my armoured face as I appreciated the sheer obviousness of the actual answer. I leaned against the stone wall and looked around myself. The situation was this: I had fallen asleep in my bed, and had woken up in an abandoned castle in the middle of nowhere, but certainly NOT Australia where I have lived my whole life.

Shit like that happened all the time in fiction. In stories I read, and in RP’s I did with my mates down at Dylan’s basement, but they sure as shit didn’t happen in real life. That was why I read books and rolled dice in the first place. In reality, this couldn’t happen. So, in reality, I had to be still asleep in my bed, exhausted from the troop and the walk. Therefore, I had to be having one badass dream. I absently thought to myself that if I didn’t wake up from it, it wouldn’t be such a great loss.

>Triple post combo! Character has decided that this can't be happening. Therefore, it is not happening, and he's having a badass dream.

>>20859413
Great! Now all we need is four (or five, bloody ACT) more up and the entire Terra Incognita will be represented!

Keep on truckin'.

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>>20859452
Terra... Incognita?!

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>>20859473
Yes, Alaric, Terra Incognita.

Its already active!

>>20859378
>>20859413
Well here's the thing, Magic can only be done consciously. It's a product of active action and thought. You need to UNDERSTAND magic before you can DO magic, kind of like math. So someone doing Divine magic must UNDERSTAND their faith in order to channel it into power. Some random uneducated crazy who believes he can shoot fireballs out of his hands won't be able to just because he believes it to be so.

Magical focuses can simplify this understanding, much like mathmatical calculators, but those need to be finely created and tuned by someone that DOES understand magic, and are by their nature expensive and limited. Much like a TI-84.

Make sense? This is why Autistic types take to magic so well, btw.

Deciding to make the most of the dream, I looked around for a way to get out of the room I was in. I bloody well didn’t want to try my luck climbing down the outside wall. Looking around, I spotted a dark patch in the stone that I guessed was a hole, which probably meant a doorway. At least, I hoped it was. For some reason, perhaps paranoia or perhaps feeling Operator As Fuck, I decided to proceed with caution, remembering the feildcraft lessons they’d taught me back at the Army Cadets.

One step forward, nice and slow. Land with the heel of the boot first, then roll your foot so that only the outside edge is on the ground, then gently lower it down. There, no noise at all. Perfect. Keep stance wide so the knee plates don’t rub together, and do it again. One step at a time, nice and slow. The irony of trying to sneak in gleaming white armour was entirely lost on me as I cautiously advanced through the doorway, wondering what I would find as I explored what sounded like an abandoned castle…

>Funny how you mention MGS just as I decide it's a bright idea to be sneaky.

>>20859512
Okay, that makes a lot of sense. That rules out my character being able to use magic for a good long while, if ever.

Thanks for clearing that up.

As an aside, I've almost finished up the dwarven segment of my story, now I'm taking a break to eat some lunch and watch fight scenes for inspiration.

Keep up the new work, Bruce.
And everybody else.

>Get back from 3 hour 30 minute work out have a shower sex scene with 'Lilly' get on 4chan 50 post, get cracken like a boss
>>20859512
Except for sorcery and drunk magic are less doing math and more estimating on your gut.
>>20859350
>>20859349
>>20859340
May face when people like drunk magic
>>20858023
Sorry what I meant is go ahead but if it gets to grimderp and carries on to long then I might have to write a piece.
>>20858081
I just fused devils and demons for ease.

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>>20859605
But what did you think of my story, Gearheart?

>>20859620
It was cute. I am glad that the concert could be the background for it

Thanks for the encouragement and help guys, it's a pleasure being part of this. I do have to run, though, but I'll be back to finish the story sometime soon.

I look forward to reading more about your guy's exploits when I get back.

>>20859605
>but if it gets to grimderp
Well, part one already has dead waifus.
>and carries on to long
Part one's only about 1150 words. That's not TOO long I don't think.
Actually, I need to make it a bit longer. The setting needs to be better described.

>>20858906
Ok just a suggestion, keep a low profile, as GearHeart and Lilly two experts on demons live on the edge of the wastes. So no giant magic light shows

>>20859662
What I am trying to say is just don't rape the setting to much. If this establishes a evil TeeGee and things like then well its the same thing as when the first political situation came up. Shit storm. Sorry if I am not communicating this clearly

>>20859662
My pieces are starting to clock at ~1500 words a piece.

Just make sure that it can captivate an audience for the whole thing, and isn't some horribly punctuated mess.

>>20859709
This also remember to keep the rape and adjectives to a limit

>>20859689
Okay, gotcha. It doesn't have any profound effect on Teegee as it gets quashed. It's really just more of a way to write in someone a little closer to home we can all hate.

>>20859689
>>20859662
Basically what he's trying to say is we already had a bit of a shock when that Ork invasion came about. We've been writing mostly lighthearted fare since to make up for it.

Also, Jim, check your damn email! I wanna finish this thing, which I think I mostly already did.

>>20859664
>>20859689
Damn I sound really oldfag tonight.
>>20859735
Will do right now

>>20859723

Good lord, I come back and scroll down to find the topic has changed to "Rape and likewise adjectives"

>>20859760
Sorry I love that saying

>>20859766
i thought it was rape and adverbs

>>20859766

You can do rape and adjectives too?

>>20859784
You can abuse adjectives as well, especially when they're contradictory.

>>20859787
>>20859784
You can do both

>>20859806

These words have no sense of right or wrong!

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>>20859806
>both

Dangit, I go away to lunch and now the thread's dead?

Thanks guys, with your maltreatment of grammar.

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>>20860570
Well in my defense, it's late here. I already posted a story today, though, so there is that.
Anyways, I'm going to hit the sack and think up the next story to do; should be ready by tomorrow, or Wednesday if I'm busy.

>>20859853
Instead of Rum, Sodomy, and the lash. Its Rape, Adjectives, and Adverbs

>>20861448
That sounds like a naval term, and you know who doesn't have a standing Navy?
Dwarves!
Stayed tuned for an amazing 10+ posts of dwarven mysticism, stubbornness and betrayal.

>>20862176
Sweeet! And we will have a navy one day. A Sky Navy.

I will one day don a pair of aviators and soar off into the wild blue yonder upon wings of blue steel.

>>20862231
Are you referring to heavier-than-air flight vehicles or armored dragon/wyvern/winged wyms?

Wait, were you listening to Top Gun music earlier?

>>20862246
No, I'm actually a pilot, bitch. Recreational, not commercial. Yet.

I am referring to heavier than air vehicles, starting with Airships, and then moving onto Fighters when we find a source of sulfur and build repeating rifles/machine guns.

Dos Gringos, Top Gun, Sabaton, lots of good bands and albums all about the pilots. Why?
CAUSE I'M A PILOT! I ONLY CARE ABOUT MEEEEE!!!

A few weeks ago, I sent Cerran to check on The Hole, and see if they have anything that might warrant inclusion in the book. She returned with the letter below, and spoke somewhat highly of its author, Wilhelm Kroeker.

----

Enchanting magic works by infusing an object with a spell. Runic magic however, works on an entirely different mechanism. While harder to learn, it is infinitely easier to understand and modify. The runic language operates on some very simple principles, which can be manipulated to achieve many different things.

There are two types of runes. Characters always have at least one curve or sharp angle to them, and perform some specific task. Wire is merely a straight line, connecting to a character at a 90° angle.

A lone character by itself can be effective. For example,if you want to breach a door, you can draw an explosive rune (two concentric circles connected by lines) around the handle and activate it by touch. However, if you wanted to use more than one rune at a time, (say, to blow the door off its hinges) you could use wire to connect it. If you need to connect runes and can’t do it with a straight line, only use 90° angles to change direction. Otherwise, your wire may be interpreted as a character.

The most complex use of runes is in gates. Gates are special characters that can allow or deny flow to wires depending on how they are set. Because of this, runic magic is in fact Turing complete. For more information on runic programming, refer to Spells of Turing.

Engraved runes can’t be erased, but cuts made in battle can act as new wires, potentially horrifically fucking up your runes. (Don’t put them on display.)

>>20862282
Prop planes or jet fighters?
The former's pretty easy to handle once an industrial base is set up, can be pumped out in larger amounts, while the latter will require some substitute to jet fuel.
Possibly a form of aetheric engine that draws energy from the air spirits inside it, but that's a long way away.

>>20862303
If anyone has any problems with how I've defined runic magic, I'm willing to take suggestions.

>>20862308
The way I've read it, you've interpreted runic magic as a cross between circuitry and plumbing, with the runes being the "do things" part.

Or are you not done yet?

>>20862304
Whilst Jets are cool, and I would love to roar over people scaring them shitless in copies of the F-14 Tomcat, Props.
Easier to repair, maintain and fly.

Besides, build Spitfires. Show them fear, in the form of a V12 Merlin roaring over their heads at treetop height.

Quick check.

Do dwarves live underground, in surface cities, or in hollowed out mountains?

They were to be based off Greco/Roman culture, so pillars abound, I guess.

Rolled 11

>>20852968
>me: wow! you're cute! a little too young for me though...
>minisuc: (clutching the adult succubus' leg) neeeeeeeeeeeeh, i want to feedu, mama!
>me: good lord you're cute
>minisuc: can i suck your dick?
>me: no.
>minisuc: BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH
why does my mind do this

>>20862392
Loli incest story in 10...9...8...

>>20862324
That's all I have so far. I like it, but I'm not sure if it fits the setting.

>>20862452
Okaaaay.

While that doesn't happen, I've got a story to post.

Put on your reading goggle, this one's a long one.

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Lbomr was a disgraced stone shaper, a scribe for the Oracles and Scryers, holy mystic dwarves. During his stay in prison awaiting execution, he spent his time carving his role and involvement of the Black Amber incident, where the greatest holy dwarfs were put into the stone sleep by his actions. Highly controversial, the carvings were of such masterful craftsdwarfship that they were removed from the cell and displayed as a cautionary tale.

{This is a carved granite wall. All craftsdwarfship is of highest quality. It is encrusted with sweat, granite, brightstone, studded with iron, obsidian, tears, and encircled with bands of rat leather, insect chitin and beard hair. This item menaces with spikes of obsidian, amber and blood. It depicts a book, superimposed with clover}

I, Lbomr Ironpen, remember that day clearly. News came that the diplomatic mission to Elven Realms had returned, and they had brought back a manuscript for an opera. Speaking of a Mountain of Light to the West, the interpretation of the writer as Elvish was cast as nonsense. However, it did bring new information that the Court of Elders thought important.

And so it was that Deep Vault doors were thrown open, and the Journal of Clover extricated. Dwarven mystics were called upon to look upon the text, and guide a fleet west. I was tasked to record their findings.

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>>20862500
{A masterfully crafted image of a dwarf and a dwarf. One dwarf has bright eyes. The other dwarf has bright mind}

Dahgo Deepheart and Brolin Blackrock. The wizened sage and the rising star. Some dwarves would say they were the greatest Oracle and Seer the Misty Mountains had known. I agreed. Though Dahgo's sight had long departed, his Sight and knowledge of Mountaintongue were unmatched. Likewise, Brolin was a prodigy among Stoneseers and Scryers, able to pick out gold flecks from a slag heap.

Both mystics arrived with little ceremony, the undertaking was a silent venture. Dahgo resplendent in his robes, with a long flowing beard whitened with age, and a shaven head inscribed with Mountaintongue, the language of Dervish, his marble eyes seemed to see through and into my very being. Likewise, Brolin was an image of a dwarf at his peak, his black cut cloak shrouding his well built form, and eyes that hid such a sparkling mind, cutting and cunning. Both had turned from the path of the warrior to a higher calling.

I felt honoured to be in their presence, that they had descended from the very peaks, where they contemplated the fates and flow of the world, in order to read a simple book felt unreal. But little did I know what they would have found. I should have destroyed it.

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>>20862504
{A masterfully crafted image of a book. The book is open. It depicts a mountain. It is decorated with brightstone, amber, obsidian and symbols. The symbols menace with spikes of amber and blood, they are crossed out}

The Clover Journals are well known to any scholar of esoterica, describing an island to the West, the fruit of life, Obsidos, the City of Black Glass, always a bad omen, and voyage directions. But many scholars fail to realize the impact of how many languages and designs are packed into the Journal. The syntax is maddening, switching through no less than three variations of ideography, the tone is inconsistent, as if the author fell into fey moods with the seasons, and the schematics are inhumanly, nigh, indwarfly possible for a single soul to construct.

Flora and fauna categorized with more meticulousness than an elf, diagrams and instruction for not only smelting material from rock, but creating the City of Black Glass! Equations and ritual formulae that boggle the mind and appear as gibberish to unlearned minds. Songs and poems...

But I digress. Dahgo and Brolin practised their holy craft, letting stone and crystal enhance their sight and mind, delving into the most hidden secrets of the book, the descriptions of the guardians, the positions of the stars, and most illogically of all, a discovery of magic.

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>>20862511
{A masterfully crafted image of symbols and symbols. The symbols depict Mountaintongue. They are decorated with brightstone. The symbols menace with obsidian, amber and blood, they are crossed out}

Not just any magic, but a variation of Mountaintongue, no doubt derived from the Mountain of Light itself. Dahgo recognized it as Old Mountaintongue, from which few fragments survive undiluted or mutated into Mountaintongue, as did Brolin. Old Mountaintongue was far more potent than any remaining Word of Mountaintongue, requiring less and encompassing more. I hesitated to mention that not only was it an amalgam of three scripts refined, but also discovered by a mute. They called an Elder Summit.

{A masterfully crafted image of a mountain, decorated with Native Iron, brightstone and beard hair. The mountain is Dervish, it depicts dwarves. The dwarves are meeting}

A senate is always a raucous place, more so one called for the eldest, wisest and holiest of dwarves. The discussion lasted weeks, with two dominant sides emerged. One cried out that the Mountain of Light was a holy place, second only to Dervish, and pilgrimage be made. Others spoke out that Obsidos was a trap, a heathen place, a false Mountain, whose black obsidian would corrupt all dwarfdom. Eventually, there was a consensus. A fleet was commissioned to validate the location of the island.

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>>20862517
{A masterfully crafted image of three ships. Each ship is studded with a single brightstone. The ships sail west}

Dwarves are not known for seamanship, some suffering from a form of racial agoraphobia, nerves wracking when tall structures or enclosed spaces are unseen. Instead, powers of Sight and Mountaintongue would ensure that no dwarf need set foot on the seas.

Three ships were appointed to sail west, each carrying a large crystal inscribed with the Word of Recall, and with strict instructions to not sail into the veil, but around it. Each captain was given a starchart, where they would drop anchor and stay becalmed, so that the ships would form a large triangle bordering the veil.

{A masterfully crafted image of a triangle, containing a circle. The circle depicts a mountain, it menaces with spikes of obsidian and amber}

The voyage took nearly three months to reach their positions, with many dwarves afraid they would abandon their mission and throw the stones overboard, but at last, contact was reestablished, the many dangers had passes, as Dahgo and Brolin focused and let their sight expand, past mountain and forest, plain and desert, sea and sky.

Until finally, they could See it. There was indeed an island, a structure within the ship consuming veil. A Mountain of Light, a City of Obsidian. And then their Sight exploded.

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>>20862521
{A masterfully crafted image of a city, men and serpents, decorated with symbols. The symbols are written in amber and blood, they are crossed out}

We know not what sorcery was planted on that island, or merely Word amplification, but suddenly Brolin and Dahgo could see further than any mystic beforehand. All could share this vision, one of shining halls of black glass, lush trees heavy with fruit, birds singing raucously and vulgarly. The Sight expanded, silent guardians with symbols blazing on their form, tunnels and vaults than ran beneath the island. The Sight explored, great riptides hidden beneath the waves, serpents and sealife patrolling the seas, great everburning towers jutting from the ocean.

And above all, the Words. On every wall, on every tower, guardian and sentinel, was Old Mountaintongue, symbols that could shape the earth and that Dervish spoke to carve Dwarf from unliving rock.

{A masterfully crafted image of two dwarves. It is encrusted with brightstone. The dwarves are cheering. One dwarf menaces with obsidian. One dwarf encrusts with amber}

I could then see what Words resembled Mountaintongue. There was one that combined Recall, Return and Dictate, one for Illumination, one for Movement. Dahgo and Brolin were ecstatic, jumping around like the miner that had struck diamond. But then they cast their gazes inwards, to the center of the mountain.

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>>20862525

{A masterfully crafted image of a mountain. It is encrusted with brightstone, menaces with spikes of amber and obsidian. The center of the mountain is hollow}

They were scrying a routine, almost habitual, feeling, that being the state of the Mountain. Earliest Oracles and Seers were respected for detecting faultlines, gas pockets or valuable ore veins, which continues to this day.

The Mountain of Light greatly resembled Dervish. It was very large, extending deep below the waterline, the heat was comparable, if not equal, to the Heart of the Forge, rich in metals and minerals, the surrounding land fertile and green. Then they searched for its heart, offhandedly. That was the start of the troubles.

The heart of the Mountain, no, the entire island, was absent.

{A masterfully crafted image of a dwarf and a dwarf. The dwarves stand back to back}

There was a shifting in the atmosphere. No dwarf would deny a Mountain without a Heart was not portentous, least of all myself. The greatest impact could be seen on Dahgo and Brolin. On Dahgo's face, a wide grin could be seen to split his beard, while Brolin turned as pale as marble. An argument soon broke out.

Brolin fell to his knees, proclaiming that it was a sign of the end times. Dahgo stood upright, and declared that Mountains now walked among Dwarves.

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>>20862547

{A masterfully crafted image of a dwarf and a dwarf. They are confronting each other. It is decorated with symbols. The symbols menace with brightstone, obsidian, amber, and blood, they are crossed out}

Many sevensuns passed, and the assembly grew restless. Discussions grew hot regarding the fate of the three ships, and final judgment fell to Dahgo and Brolin. I felt that both had become unhinged, in separate but similar ways. Dahgo spent his days meditating upon the Words of Mountaintongue and Dervish, while Brolin poured through the Journals in search of further signs of what he thought was the Twilight of Dervish.

These differences finally came to a head when I was called to the Grand Council room, in order to record the judgement of Brolin and Dahgo. The halls shook with roars by the time I had reached its doors. Dahgo spoke in calm, powerful tones, compared to the spitting rhetoric of Brolin. Dahgo wanted the ships to head west, to find further evidence that the Mountains had begun to move, Brolin wanted the ships to be sacrificed to return a Heart to the Mountain of Light.

As I moved to exit the room, they both noticed my presence. One spoke to me to take note the day that dwarf betrayed dwarf. Then Brolin spoke a word of power, flinging Dahgo against the wall.

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>>20862549

{A masterfully crafted image of a dwarf and a dwarf. The dwarves are fighting. They fight with hammers. They fight with axes. They fight with words. They fight with mountains}

The senate was in an uproar. Not that it mattered, Brolin silenced them with one of his own. He took the words from the Journal and mixed them into Mountaintongue, proclaiming that only the end times could bring such power to point. Dahgo spoke out against him, but this only angered Brolin more, and he threw the elder dwarf through another wall with a [Shout], following with his axe drawn.

Axe raised and poised to strike, Brolin Blackrock spoke that Dahgo was a coward and should be undwarfed, saying he would cut off the elder's beard before his head. But the blow was stopped, stilled by Dahgo's outstretched hand. Brolin was puzzled, but the second hand cut through the air and struck his sides. Dahgo stood and declared that not all dwarves dulled with age and spoke [the Word of the Axe], slicing his hands through the air as the younger dwarf blocked and parried unseen blades that cut through the air and the walls behind him.

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>>20862553

The strikes continued until the axe was knocked out of Brolin's hands, and then the elder dwarf strode towards the younger, his runes and eyes glowing brilliantly and pale. Brolin was not outmatched and gave [Word of Thunder], bright sparks and yellow lightning coursing through the air. Dahgo countered with a wave and a [Word of Fire], flames breathed into existence and battering away wild lashes.

A stalemate was reached, both mystics will would not break, and neither would their [Words]. Brolin changed tack and in an opening spoke [Word of Illumination], a bright glare blinding all in the chamber, and stabbed the air with his fingers and [Word of Needles]. Dahgo had heard the [Word] coming, and moved away from Brolin's assault. Anticipating this, Brolin changed to [Word of Binding], the rock wall fastening around the elder dwarf's limbs even as he crept away.

No longer blinded by [Illumination], Dahgo whirled around to attack the Oracle once more, only to find that he had disappeared from his clasps. A strike from within the wall struck the Scryer, and though he remained unseen, the elder dwarf had melded with the stone of the wall itself, using [Word of Stone], and began mocking the younger.

But one thing that slipped Dahgo's mind, was that dwarven scryers had learnt to see through stone very early, to detect impurities.

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>>20862554
With a thrust of his arm and a [Word of the Pick], dwarven arm pierced dwarven walls to grip dwarven throats, and with a great yell, Brolin Blackrock tore down the entire wall, with Dahgo inside, slamming it into the ground. Even dwarven construction could not handle so much internal destruction, as the removal of so many structures caused the floor to collapse, sending the fighting mystics and unlucky onlookers plummeting towards the Heart of the Forge.

Alarms were raised and cries of cave in were given, civilians evacuating and warriors piling in. None of this deterred the holy dwarves, who had begun their fight anew with freshly smithed axe and hammer. Age was no barrier to Dahgo, his Sight blazing and [Word of the Warrior] empowering his strikes, while Brolin moved faster than mortal sight could impart, [Word of the Drunk] blurring his movements and multiplying his attacks.

They clashed again and again, sparks flying whenever they moved as they fought deeper into the Heart of the Forge, the temperature and flowing rock an afterthought to their combat. At last, at the very centre, where the greatest weapons were forged and wisest kings were cremated, they locked white hot steel. With a great yell, Dahgo grappled with Brolin, unbalancing him and with both his arms straining, threw the Scryer into the rock flow.

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>>20862557

With a great sigh, Dahgo hefted his axe and begun to walk away, only to hear a voice, muffled through the rock and heat.

[Word of the Anvil]

A molten and steaming form burst through the magma flow, a parody of dwarfdom, the already stiffening rock hardening around the mad Scryer's form into armour. His hammer swinging, it caught the elder dwarf off guard, his axe spinning into the darkness. But Brolin was not the only dwarf who could find inspiration in adversity. As the molten dwarf struck down at Dahgo, he clasped his hands and said simply,

[Word of the Hammer]

(CLANG)

Arms upraised, the Scryer's white hot axe had been shattered by the Oracle. Using his momentum, Dahgo landed blow after blow onto Brolin's rocky hide, completely shattering the armor he had on and exposing his unburnt hide to further assault.

What the mystic dwarves did not realize in their heat of battle was that they had steadily wreaked havoc across much of the city. It was also apparent from their undeterred ferocity and combat prowess that they would, could continue even if the cavern roof caved in on them. I had duly followed them, to my peril, and did the only possible thing I could think of to gain their attention.

I threw the Journal into the Heart of the Forge.

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>>20862558

{A masterfully crafted image of a book, it menaces with obsidian, amber and symbols. The book is burning, the symbols are crossed out}

The book burnt, its poisonous fumes filling the air, both warring dwarves were finally paused in their combat, as they tried to conjure further [Words] of power to strike at me or clear the air, only to take in lungfuls of amber laced air. This surprised me greatly.

It would be later discovered that the books had been coated in amber, the same as the tokens, which had the dual effect of increasing resilience and manic psychosis. Too much of the amber, however, would overload the body, shutting it down while the amber escapes the system.

None of those facts came to my mind as I crept down to check the state of the once furious dwarves. Both had entered the stone sleep once thought lost to our ancestors, their bodies already petrifying and greying. Guardsdwarves soon trooped in, clearing away rubble and demanding answers. Fingers were pointed towards me, as I had followed Brolin and Dahgo as they fought through the city, and I was summarily brought before the senate.

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>>20862559

{A masterfully crafted image of a dwarf. It is decorated with tears, sweat and beard hair. The dwarf is in the fetal position. The dwarf is laughing}

And so I return to my current predicament. The incident was covered up, the damage fixed. Gold changed hands and memories altered. Painted as the traitor to preserve their good names, I was sentenced to execution for harming the holy dwarves. I rot in my cell, praying for a swift execution than a slow death imprisoned. Instruction has no doubt been given to revive the holy dwarves to ask the truth of the matter, scouts sent to procure more of that unique amber, but I say they are better off as they are. For if two mad dwarves could endanger Dervish, what could more do, once they question them and relearn the Old tongue?

I know the secret behind the hollow heart of the Mountain, and I take it to my death. It is not a hard secret, and it is spelled out by the author. But for a dwarf to acknowledge such a thing, why, that's a laughing matter.

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>>20862561
And that's that.

I'm off to make dinner now. Hold down the fort while I'm gone.

Sneaky deals will come later

>>20862565
Sweet work mate!

Holding the Fort.

was thinking of writing something about an engineer journeying to learn how to enchant things. Has anyone gone into how enchanting works?

Aaand I'm back.

What's the general consensus for my latest piece?

Messes the canon too much? Too long?
Stop complaining and get back to the typewriter?

Any and all comments welcome.

>>20862977

Still reading it.

>>20862994

I appear to have forgotten my name.

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>>20862715
I don't think so, no.

On the subject of enchanting, that guy I mentioned, working at The Hole? I plan to do some more things with him, for a few reasons. For one, I have a few cool ideas for magitech stuff. (Namely summonable armor, perhaps activated with a pose and passphrase.) Second, Olin's a stick-in-the-mud. Wilhelm's reactions have more funny potential.

Also, another thought I had. Orc legends mention two moons; the eyes of Ter. Kanin legends imply one via the Priestess of the Moon.

Instead of retconning, maybe this could be mythology material? Perhaps the second moon appeared/disappeared for some reason? Something's gotta be pretty powerful to move a moon.

If it even is a moon in the first place, that is. Physics seem to mostly be the same as on Earth, but who knows what's in the sky? Hell, in The Elder Scrolls, the stars are actually holes in the cosmos.

Holy fuck, it's 5 AM. G'night!

>>20863036
According to my time zone map, that places you at -90 to -120 degrees longtitude, American midwest, or west coast.

And yes indeed! The Elder Scrolls astronomy is mythology, all stars (including the Sun) are the exit holes left by gods rocketing to places unknown.

Perhaps the Kanin only thought one moon was worthy? That'd be one explanation for the hiccup.

>>20863010
i was thinking about some steam powered golems myself

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>>20863036
if there used to be two moons but there is now only one we have to introduce the world to dragon ball
pic mildly related, couldn't find one of master rosh...er, i mean jackie chun blowing up the moon

>>20863010
Olin is an amusing stick-in-the-mud though.

>>20863036
One of the moons is usually eclipsed? So only at certain times you can see both?

For my final piece this night, would you like to see a deleted scene from the fight, or the latest episode of sneaky deals?

>>20863090
>>20863010
I try to go for more simple utility things, such as moving statues or returning knives. With a little effort and imagination, even the weakest of magics can fell a giant.

>>20863062
Not unknown, they went to Aetherius. Mana is leaking from there, and the bigger the hole the more mana gets through. Hence why Magnus (the sun) is such a big deal for mages.

And yes, I'm on the west coast. NorCal, actually. Nowhere near GearHeart, though.

>>20863133

And only the Nine Divines were left.

>>20863120
Ok, since there are no feedback replies, deleted scene it is.

Brolin landed from the fall on his feet, his legs giving way under him and he sank to the ground. Dahgo had more fortune to be stopped by scaffold and stuffing, getting his bearings shakily and pulling a hammer from the table of an unlucky smith, smote by falling rubble.

"Your madness ends here", the elder dwarf spoke out, raising the warhammer above his head to crash upon the kneeling Seer."Speak your last words with honour"

The younger dwarf took account of his standing and his position. Looked towards, no, through Dahgo and spoke:

[Word of Recall]

His eyes widening with realization, Dahgo spun round as an axe rocketed towards Brolin's outstretched palm, fresh from the forge's fire. Brolin kept his stance, barraging Dahgo with the axe and retracting it with [Recall], when it all the elder dwarf could do to deflect the blade.

As the Scryer drew his arm back for another throw, Dahgo thrust an arm out and spoke [Word of Ash], the forges nearby roaring open in response and belching clouds of thick, choking dust into the air. As Brolin cleared his vision and his lungs, the Oracle closed in, his Sight unmarred.

Gentlemen.

>>20863328
Evening.

>>20863353
Playing catch-up now. How are you this fine evening?

>>20863408
Not much to complain.

Cooked a nice dinner, finished my latest piece, now watching Game of Thrones season 1.

Bit miffed that no one's commented on the story though. Perhaps the length frightened them away.

>>20863422
Never fear, fellow knight! Now that I'm suddenly single, I've got all the time in the world to read up on your story. Brace for review.

>>20863422

Reads like a Hong Kong action flick, but with dwarves instead of Chinese.

>>20863438
Glad you enjoyed the fight scene. I hope the liberal use of [Dwarf Word] wasn't too canon rapey. I could offer the explanation that Dahgo was newly empowered by prayer and meditation, while Brolin was stealing knowledge of First Magic.

How was what I depicted of dwarven culture anyway? Their art reads like Dwarf Fortress, their politics like Rome, their mystics like Yoda.

>>20863408
Not bad, just doing up an entry now. Can't think of much for story progression, so now for something completely different.

>>20863422
Definitely an intersting read: it expands on the Dwarvern part of the world quite a bit. I especially liked the high-octane action. It was a little hard to follow at times, though, but that might be my sleep deprivation and the daunting length.

I have about 700 word of story up to the ork attack. Do you guys want it know or when its finished?

>>20863614
>know
Goddamnit meant now

>>20863611
Good thinking, it's too easy to get stuck in a rut in this kinda thing. I'm kinda feeling that way now, but that's probably because I've already rendered my character obsolete.

>>20863629
Mine already has his death written out, I've just got a 40 year gap to fill.

The issue now is that the main storyline is only a bit past AA 6, and I'm not going to force something major on the setting just yet.

>>20863613
>>20863438
Good to know I can write compelling action scenes.

The length of my stories is beginning to become a problem. Should I beginning aiming for brevity, or are you all fine with slogging through walls of text as long as its a gripping read?

Perhaps I'll split the stories in two.

Agh, my girlfriend and I broke up today. Feels bad man.

Maybe I should write or something. Might help.

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>>20863690
Dude...yeah, that might help.

I'd suggest getting drunk and plotting revenge personally, but it is only Tuesday, so yeah, stick with the story.

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>>20863719
Nah man, it wasn't anyone's fault. We just...kind of drifted apart. It was a long-distance relationship anyway. I'm surprised we nearly lasted a full year.

No booze in the house at the moment, so writing it is. I'll get started right away.

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Ah the life of a family man, something I had not particularly desired in the old world but found I rather liked in this one. More or less adopting/being adopted by Bethany and my later marriage to Karrigan put my life in a new perspective, one I hadn’t really considered before.

Before then I had ultimately been living for myself. I had worked only for myself and my own enjoyment. If others happened to be part of the enjoyment, then so be it, but that was as far as it went. I dealt with my family, of course, but because of time and geography I had grown distant to them, and I found that this didn’t bother me as much as it should have.

Something in this world changed all of that. Perhaps it was the fact that everything, almost to include my life, had been snatched away from me, one of my motivations to give up my old name as well, or perhaps it had something to do with the magic that brought us here, but all of that is ultimately academic. What I found here was love.

>0-AA, Castle Waifu, 2:24am
>About an hour after arrival.

How I managed to keep reasonably quiet in my armour, I had no bloody idea. The padded confines of my helmet muffled my hearing, making me second-guess whether I was actually doing a half-decent job of stealth, or if I just couldn’t hear the cacophony of clanks and thumps I was making as I cautiously made my way through the interior of the abandoned castle. After wandering through the derelict building for a full hour, I had no doubt that it was nothing less than a castle.

There wasn’t any sign of life in there at all. No sounds, no smells, no movement whatsoever. There was just room after trashed room of silent, dark emptiness. A part of me was tempted to call out, to see if I got a reply, but the latent paranoia that was starting to creep into my mind told me that it wasn’t the brightest idea I’d ever had. Whatever had brought me to this place likely didn’t have the kindest intentions. So, like a thief in the night, I crept from room to room, trying to ignore the cold sweat on my brow.

>Tension mounts as the night goes on.

>>20863948
>0-AA, Castle Waifu, 2:58am

As my power-metal damaged ears started to adjust to the quietness, though, I began to notice that the castle wasn’t quite as quiet as I had first thought. The wind blew through the windows and holes in the walls and ceiling, an eerie, whispering sound that sometimes, when I was still, sounded like a soft breath behind me, or a ‘shhh’ sound. I whipped around, reflexively jerking my blaster pistol from my boot holster, but there was nothing there. There never was. I kept walking, keeping my blaster in my hand.

Peeking around a corridor about an hour and a half into my exploration, I finally noticed something that caught my interest. There was a smell that I couldn’t quite describe, a cloying, thick scent that punched clean through my helmet and assailed my nostrils, sticky and sweet. I remembered the smell from my long midnight walks from town to home and back, and recognized it quickly, having smelled it every time I walked past fresh roadkill. It was the smell of fresh blood.

>Suddenly, I realize I'm not alone in here.

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As anyone who has read this far into my memoirs can attest, love has made me do some crazy things in the past, be it risking almost everything on a store, facing down a creature of the abyss and its corrupted minions, even swallowing my pride and not doing something stupid on occasion and, ultimately, I learned to let go.

Melena was my first ray of hope that this world wasn’t all bad, and she would have harsh words with me if I stated otherwise, but it was Karrigan who first showed me that there was more to life that just me, myself, and I. Bethany tried, but at the time I didn’t take her as seriously as I likely should have, passing off her words as those of a child, which in my defense, she was, but even then she was a wiser person than me.

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>>20863973
For Karrigan though, there was something about the entrepreneurial spirit that drew me in. Here was this young woman willing to risk everything to work towards her dream, however unattainable or distant it might have seemed, undeterred by her close call with death. Beauty of the spirit, along with those adorable ears and tail, which I still maintain I didn’t stroke until later on, made her irresistible.

I never quite figured out why she picked me though. Aside from saving her life once, nothing in particular came to mind, not at first, but then I considered that perhaps she wanted someone to share her dream with. After all, who else but a deviant outrelmer would take a Karin with a crazy scheme to become a merchant while starting from almost nothing? It was a worthy dream, and I would see it done.

>>20863960
>0-AA, Castle Waifu, 2:59am
For the first time since I had donned the helmet the previous morning, I lifted up the visor and slowly removed my helmet, my free arm tucking it in by my side as I sniffed experimentally, trying to get a handle on the direction of the blood. That is probably what saved my life, as the slightest ‘twang’ behind me caught my attention and instinctively, I crouched low. The arrow, gilded and ornate, flew clean over my head and clattered against the wall at the other end of the corridor, so close that I could feel the air displacing around my hair.

Any sane man would probably have run for it. Instead, before I realized what I was doing, I slammed my helmet back on my head and turned, my blaster pistol already aimed squarely in the direction the shot had came from. Looking through the grim anonymity of my visor, I rounded on the shadow that I spotted behind me. Damn it, this was /my/ dream, and I wasn’t going to have some joker turn me into a pincushion. I’ve spent three years in the Australian Army Cadets, one of them as a Drill Instructor, so I know how to intimidate. My voice rang throughout the castle, amplified by the speaker built into my helmet.
“WHAT IN CRIKEY FUCK ARE YOU PLAYING AT? DROP THE BOW BEFORE I GARROTE YOUR PINDICK WITH IT!”
Looking back, I’m pretty proud of that one.

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>>20863935
>>20863973
>>20863990
I seem to love rambling on pointlessly of late, but hopefully no one minds. That's just what I do when I'm running low on ideas.

Maybe some more stuff related to Melena and Bethany is in order.

>>20864043
>>20864056
Oh, snap! Almost forgot to post sneaky deals before bed.

This one is dramatic.

>>20864056
No problem your rambling is fun to read.

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Somewhere with a lot of excitement:

K: Carving revelations dark. Dwarves can fight. Move south, from mystics.
B: Progress made Underdark. Surface tunnels sealed. What news home?
K: Festival huge success. Cause hidden deeper. No soul suspects.
B: Cross walk needed. Portal jump dangerous. Leads through Miasma.
K: Highly risky. Pursue other paths first. Don't reach Hell.
B: Only option. Proud to serve you. Active Radio Silence.

{...}

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>>20864093
Oh no!

What will become of B?
How will K react to losing their best field agent?

Find out on the next Sneaky Deal!

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>>20864043
0-AA, Castle Waifu, 2:59am
As my challenge reverberated off the stone walls of the castle, echoing into infinity, the shape recoiled. It clung to the shadows better than I ever could have, a deep, hooded cloak masking its shape and breaking up the familiar, recognizable silhouette, but there was no mistaking the recurve shortbow that was aimed at me. It jumped back a little at my response, clearly not expecting a show of defiance from its prey. I grinned a little inside my helmet at the response, and took a step forward, pressing the advantage.

Emerald green eyes stared out from the shadows of the hood at my blaster pistol, pointed squarely between them as I took a bold step forward, knowing that if I showed any weakness, I was a dead man. From the way it took a step back, it hadn’t seen anything like a fully armoured Imperial Scout Trooper before. If I was lucky, my assailant wouldn’t realize that the armour was nothing but thin plastic and resin, and the firearm I threatened her with nothing but a well-crafted prop.
“Drop it, or I drop you.” I elaborated, not even knowing if it understood me.

>Rolling intimidation, I’d say.

>>20864120
Does anyone reading actually know what's going on in the sneaky deals section of my writing?

Whatever, next part coming up.

>>20864181
I'm still new, so I have no idea what half of the storylines actually are. I'll have to backtrack after I've finished up with my chatper.

>>20864134
>0-AA, Castle Waifu, 2:59am
I was breathing a little heavy inside my armour, my adrenaline spiked, ready to bolt at a moment’s notice. I had my work knife in one of my pouches, a flick-knife souvenir from the days when I worked in a hunting store, but with my gloves, it would take a good twenty seconds to get out and ready. Other than that, my repair kit on my thigh box had a Stanley knife in it. That’d take even longer to ready. Damn it, I had nothing but a fake gun and my laughably poor unarmed combat skills if things went south.

The shadow tightened the grip on its bow with gloved fingers, and the bow wavered a little, but it didn’t lower, still aimed right at me. It didn’t look like there was an arrow nocked, though. That was good, meant that if I had to, I could still make a run for it if I had to. Again, I was thankful that I had gotten Scout armour – you couldn’t really run in a full Stormtrooper rig. I took another step forward, and this time, my hunter held its ground. After a few, tense moments, its free arm snapped backwards, probably to its quiver, and I took off at a dead sprint.

>This might get ugly - unarmed against a longbow? Even I don't know how this one will turn out.

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>>20864120

Somewhere with a lot of fire:

B: Hell Dive successful. Breathing fire difficult. Demons bloody annoying.
K: Relieved trip safe. Complete Underdark punch. Return home after.
B: Making side trip. Demon lord involved. Acquiring his notes.
K: Demons have notes? Change of priorities. Need their knowledge.
B: Request change rings. Metals hard acquire. Smithing difficult moving.
K: Agreed. Last intercepted. Flying Postman. Ran interference. Proposed.

>>20864217
My heart pounded in my ears as I started to sprint as hard as I could towards the cloaked assailant, who even now was drawing an ornate arrow from a quiver that was hidden in the shadows. My arms pumped and adrenaline soared through my system as I raced to close the distance as quickly as I could, an amplified roar on my lips as I bore down on the shadow. Step by step, I closed on the assailant, brandishing the ridiculously small blaster pistol in my hand like a set of brass knuckles, pushing the thumb-trigger ineffectually.

Ten paces out, I saw the shadow nock a black-feathered arrow into the bow and raise it, drawing back on the string at the same time. My eyes went wide as I realized that I wasn’t going to make it in time! A ‘twang’ reached my ears just after blinding pain lanced into my shoulder, sending me twisting a little and damn near enough to knock me over. I kept my feet, though, my free hand moving towards the arrow embedded in the meat of my right shoulder. My roar turned from fear to pain to anger, growing in volume as I closed the last of the distance between us, yanking out the blood-slicked arrow as I did so.

>Damn, that hurt! Not feeling it so much yet, but the moment the adrenaline wears off, I'm going to be in a world of hurt.

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>>20864299
It happened faster than my mind could keep up. One moment, I was reeling from the pain in my shoulder, and the next my fist, knuckles covered by the oversized handguard of my blaster, smashed into my foe’s face, knocking the hood back and revealing refined, feminine features and pointed, angular ears. I’m not usually that good in a fight, but damned if I didn’t put everything I had into that punch. She took a step back, her auburn hair framing her face as blood spurted from her lip.

I saw her eyes go wide with shock and fear as she reeled back, raising her arms to defend herself from another punch. Too little, too late. The arrowhead that had just before lanced through the gap between my shoulder and chest armour stabbed upwards into her armpit and punched through flesh and organs, sending a spurt of hot blood lancing down my gloved hand. Her eyes grew wide with pain, and a gasp left her blood-slicked lips as I, running on adrenaline and bloodlust, pushed her own arrow even further into her frail body.

>I get the feeling she's going to be feeling even worse than me after this is over.

>>20864311
>0-AA, Waifu Castle, 3:00am
Her eyes bulged a little as the arrow punctured something important, before she started to go limp, the strength leaving her body as her gaze met my visor, reflected in the polarized material. She was surprisingly heavy for someone so thin, and I let go of the arrow shaft immediately, unmoving as she fell backwards onto the blood-slicked stone, already coughing up blood and gurgling. I’d never seen anyone die before, not for real, and I found myself fascinated by the macabre show that I had created. Her lips moved as she tried to speak, raising a hand weakly.

I just stood there and looked down at the dying elf, unable to move or speak. I still, to this day, don’t know what she was trying to say, what her final words were meant to be. It just came out as a wet gurgle. Was she raising a hand for help, or salvation, or was she denouncing her murderer? That clouded look in her eyes, the pale skin offset by vivid red blood that pooled around her and lapped at the tan soles of my boots, has woken me from a fitful sleep many a night since. I just stood there and watched helplessly as she died.

It took a long time.

>And so it came to pass that I committed my first murder, ending the life of another in a storm of fear, rage and defiance.

>>20864217
>>20864299
>>20864311
I hate to be throwing a wrench in your works, but according to the canon, all 3k fatguys were thrown into the same room. A small few were whisked away by another wizard in the following chaos, but the Elves only shot at us after we started walking into the forest.

The early threads deal with this a bit better, but it's mostly why I recommended skipping the Hard Months.

>>20864417
Oh, I didn't know that. Damn, that pretty much renders everything I've written obsolete.

Fuckberries.

>>20864417
Ah, Fearghaile!

What did you think of my interpretation of Dwarven culture? Or do I have the wrong knight?

>>20864427
Eh, it was a good run while it lasted.

Write it off as a flashback, so you can claim fallibility.

>>20864181
Well it sounds like to me that we have two rouge agents in Castle Waifu. Who are researching these Clover Journals. Also B must be a real badass to steal from the Demon Lord. Think Asmodeus.
>>20863091
>>20863100
>>20863036
I can do that. I'll write up a short legend about how Ter lost an eye or something.

>>20864441
I remembered reading that Elven women were generally treated as slaves by the men, so I was painting this one as a deserter - someone who had fled to seek better things. The idea being that she is very potential waifu material, and a character in her own right.

One that got cut short.

That's not the problem the problem is really the 'woke up in the same room' part. It's easy to retcon the Elf encounter, but the entire waking up arc?

>>20864467
You could always just retcon some of the earlier parts and keep her in. We haven't exactly had a great relationship with the elves since our first war.

>>20864457
Oh good, someone gets the subplot.

Yes, I'm afraid I may have painted them as too sneaky, given that these two have not only been researching the Journals, but also using a wide variety of coded messages to communicate in hostile lands.

Makes the Order of the Blades look a bit inattentive is all. And the rest of the spies look silly.

>>20852968
Someone want to give me the tl;dr version of this so I can jump in? Or has it become a super speshul club that doesn't accept new people without them reading an entire novel of thread prior to it?

>>20864521
Get trasported to other world of magic by wizard. Mob the wizard. Hard months many die. Met the catgirls Felim. Start growing into a small nation. Get atacked by Orks. Have festival. Uneasy truce with the local human kingdoms. At a sort of cold war with the Elfs. The main goal is to get money and bitches.

>>20864521
http://1d4chan.org/wiki/Harem_Knights#Holidays

Here's the general summery.

>>20864521
Ok, a tl;dr request.

Short stuff:
Magic picture, crazy wizard, portal fantasy.
Wizard dead, cold winter, 2/3's killed.
Catgirl nomads, forgotten castle, elven forests.
Elven hunters, kill em all, rub elf ears.
Waifu code, Harem knights, Founded TeeGee.
Orc invasion, fought off, elven plot
ADVENTURE TIME!

or am I not even close?

More stuff:
Serrid=Aladdin+Baghdad
Mirtherra=Middle Ages Europe
Snarletooth Isles=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mOsp-tJthAE

>>20864521
Well, the quickest explanation is on the Wiki, but...
Basically, a bunch of fa/tg/uys were sucked into an alternate world by a wizard. The key was opening an image in some thread that varied from person to person, showing them what kind of monstergirl they wanted to see. Them's the basics of the beginning. The rest goes something along the lines of
>hole up in an abandoned castle
>plagued by Elves
>oh crap it's winter
>saved by catpeople
>neckbeard rage against the Elves
>victory because they really weren't expecting it
>liberate the womenfolk
>nation of Teegee is formed
>this world's humans are master race style douchebags
>Teegee holds no such notions, but rather puts an emphasis on finding one's waifu(s) regardless of race
Something like that. The 1d4chan page can explain it better.

>>20864543
>>20864541
>>20864540
>>20864539
Huh, we are all so helpful.

Now the selfish part.
Why haven't you said if I broke canon here
>>20862500
yet? Writer demands feedback, or my next piece will be half again as long! Mwahaha

>>20864543
>>20864541
>>20864540
>>20864539
Can I just get warped in as a late arrival?

>>20864560
You could have found the pic later or magic shit could have lost you some time

>>20864570
That'd help explain why I woke up alone, too. Either people had simply left the room by the time I warped in, or there was a mishap.

>>20864560
Time dilation was mentioned, and you could be one of the unluckier cases. Why not a new migrant from native lands? Or amnesia, that's a good fallback.

>Captcha: ?????
That's my signal to sleep. Ciao, yall!

>>20864560
If you want. It is magic, after all. No explanation necessary.

>>20864591
>>20864587
>>20864585
>>20864570
And so it was that all the anons of TeeGee felt the innate and uneasy sense of a familiar magic, the portal had opened once more. But what came out? And why did it take so long?

>>20864427
Honestly, I'd just backtrack. It's not TOO out there to assume that someone was summoned in a different part of the castle. Maybe walking in the moment the Wizard is killed by a mob action?

>>20864441
I haven't finished. Still in class. So far so good though. Let's see how out there it gets.

>>20864633
That was what I was going for, but my character was about to collapse by the time the portal opened anyway. Realistically, there's no reason why he'd wake up the moment the transportation was complete. I know after a troop and the walk home, I'll sleep up to 12 hours. Hence the night-time wake up.

>>20864377
SIDE STORY: Green-eyes.

Green eyes stared out from under a dark hood, a bright pink cut that was only just beginning to scar standing in contrast to pale skin. A gloved hand with delicate fingers gently rose to stroke the scar, a physical memory of cruelty and oppression. A soft sigh left even softer lips as those piercing green eyes regarded the stone structure around them, observing the stone sanctuary with an expert precision. A long, slim nose inhaled, noting the riot of new pheromones that had not existed the previous day.

The lips curled in distaste, and the gloved hand fell down towards a leather-bound quiver filled with black-feathered arrows, drawing one out softly and nocking it against the string of a fine, ornately carved recurve bow. Stolen arrows, and a stolen bow. Recompense from the cruel suitor whom had cut that scar into place. The nose twitched again as it identified the scent it was sampling. Human. Male. Filthy and sweaty and unclean, intruding upon what was now a home.

>Just a little side story explaining what an Elf was doing inside the castle.

>>20864688
Bare feet padded silently against the stone floor as the cloaked form melted from shadow to shadow, years of hunting experience serving well as the scent grew stronger and stronger, the warm spoor of footsteps visible to eyes more sensitive than any human could hope to possess. Pointed ears twitched as they picked up footsteps. Quiet, for a human, but easily loud enough to betray position. There was an odd clanking sound, like armour, only quieter. Fingers tightened around the bowstring, as the figure stepped through a doorway and gasped aloud at what it saw.

Black cloth hid under gleaming, reflective white armour, smooth and polished to a degree unlike anything those emerald green eyes had ever seen before. It had a hump on its back, and geometric black stripes along its armoured carapace. It held a small object in its hand that looked like a crossbow without a string. Its shape was vaguely human, but the armour seemed…wrong, somehow. Alien. It didn’t belong, and before the shadow knew what was happening, it had loosed an arrow straight for the back of the armoured thing’s head.

>>20864695
The arrow whistled harmlessly over it as it ducked, then fearlessly turned and pointed its own weapon squarely between those green eyes, rising to a somewhat respectable height and glaring coldly through a faceless mask. It was lithe, but not quite as thin as an Elf. Its mouth made no movement as it spoke, a distorted roar of angry, aggressive words, thick with indignation and authority. Exactly like how the males had spoken, back in the village. Breath caught as the shadow took an unsteady step back, surprised by the sudden, fearless wrath.

It advanced onwards, speaking again in its distorted way, clearly making an order. Surrender, it called out in its weird language, the intent unmistakable. Submit. Do not resist, or it will not end well for you. Teeth gritted in defiance as a gloved hand reached for another arrow, the action sending the faceless monster thundering forwards. Fumbling, the shadow nocked the arrow and fired it into the creature, the arrow impacting solidly with its shoulder, in a gap in the armour.

So I've decided to give this a read through. Are all of the previous ones on sup/tg/ or am I hitting foolz?

>>20864703

It didn’t even slow down. A gloved fist lashed out, smashing against the pale face and opening up those soft lips, sending a spurt of blood onto the previously pristine armour and glove. The hood fell back, and she gasped from pain as she looked indignantly at him, hissing in pain. Too late, she realized that its shoulder didn’t have the arrow in it anymore, and its free hand was racing towards her armpit. Suddenly, pain lanced up her side, as the arrow bit home. She gasped, and felt her strength leave her as her blood spurted free from her body. Then, her lung popped.

She gazed up at the faceless mask of her killer as she felt the ground rush up to meet her back. The stars danced before her eyes, as she looked up at the unmoving statue that had a moment ago been an explosion of rage. Now, it felt cold…numb. Everything felt cold. She tried to raise a hand, tried to speak, but her strength failed her as the colour began to bleed out from her world. Damn it…she’d fought so hard for her freedom. It didn’t matter now. As her eyes closed, she gave in to death’s cold embrace.

It was kinder to her than life ever had been.
>Okay, that should be enough to cover my tracks. Adds a bit of perspective to a killing when the victim isn't entirely faceless.

>>20864612
The room is a swirl, spinning to and fro before his eyes and warping, trying to drive him insane as the magics of the portal recede. "Fucking... bullshit...." he manages to groan as he flips on his side to vomit and settle his stomach. "Where the hell am I? Anyone?" he shouts as he pulls himself together.

>>20864711
Fairly certain they're all on SupTG. The 1d4chan page has proper links to each thread.

At this point, being in the first thread doesn't counts as being part of this I guess. its unbelievable how much you guys worked on this.

So, I'm still trying to wrap my head around how this particular thing works. Is it just a compilation of writing or is there a large amount of interaction?

>>20864749
Gracias.

>>20864767
...this is clearly a sign that this is the this time to go to this bed this this this.

>>20864771
Rough compilation. Some people focus on the "present" which is around about 6 years after our arrival, but I just write as someone 40 years ahead looking back and reflecting on events.

>>20864771
There's some interaction. Sometimes someone likes to mention someone else in their story, sometimes a couple people collaborate on a story.
For the most part it's a bunch of writings that follow a rough timeline that will never be added to the wiki.
>>20864767
It counts as much as you want it to. We won't stop you from writing something.
Well, unless there are some gross time paradoxes involved. Those will get pointed out.

>>20864730
His voice echoed and mocked him through the shifting stone walls as he pulled himself to his feet and waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. Clutching his pounding head he stumbled out of the empty room and into the interior of a most strange castle, abandoned and lifeless.

When he turned back, stone stood where air had been a moment before.

>>20864377
By the time I snapped back to reality, I’d lost a bit of blood. Fumbling for my medical kit, kept in the right-side thigh box, I grabbed out a bandage and covered the wound, using tape to fix it into place. It wasn’t a perfect solution, but I wasn’t a surgeon, and my medical training at the Cadets had been more about dealing with poisonous critters than with arrow wounds to the shoulder. At least, I reflected, it wasn’t to the knee. I’m pretty sure I’d get executed for being a living example of that tired old meme.

I sighed to myself as the pain started to hit, throbbing at my right shoulder. I holstered my blaster pistol and searched the dead Elf’s body, knowing that without supplies, I’d soon join her. The shortbow and quiver I kept, along with a few strips of meat that she had kept in a leather pouch. Those would come in handy later. I got to my feet and turned on my booted heel, trying my best to ignore the pain in my shoulder and the corpse I left behind me as I set off again, an arrow nocked into the bow.

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>>20864861
>>20864848


I was a murderer now. That wasn’t what worried me. What worried me was that I felt absolutely no guilt or pity about it. I had just ended another’s life, and I didn’t feel a damn thing. I always had known that I was a little self-centred, perhaps cold at times, but knowing that I could kill without guilt…worried me. It made me seriously fear for my sanity, and about what kind of a person I was. I didn’t care if she had a family, or what she had been thinking. She’d opened fire, and she’d died for it.

Lost in my thoughts, I abandoned all pretence of stealth and wandered aimlessly through the castle, until I heard a shout echo my way. It sounded…confused, a little lost, and the accent was certainly familiar. As was the language. Bolstered with fresh purpose, I set off at a brisk trot towards the sound of the voice, speaking loudly in reply.
“Oy! Where the bloody’ell are ya?”

>Makes sense for us latecomers to stick together.

>>20864848
Try to write in larger segments, like continuous prose. We're not a one-sentence, IRC, free-form RP here, we're writefags to a man and proud of it!

Or rather, THEY are... I'm so terminally lazy, I never get anything done...