You sit up, rubbing at your face and biting back a curse as you pass over the black diamond underneath your left eye, a mark by your new master, of to whom you are now indentured. Slavery is illegal in The Quiet, but indentured servitude is not uncommon and is hardly a step above, particularly when the wage you make has been given to a mother gone from this land across the sea. Rift was not the name she gave you, but was forced upon you, as are all bastard born inside The Quiet, it is a mark of shame and betrays your heritage as a Half-Elf, bred from an Eladrin mother (most likely a whore) and a human father(most likely a whorer) from across the sea. His blood shines through the most, while your mother’s blood gave you the figure and features of feyfolk his dark complexion gives your skin a dark tan and long hair a black coloring. If it wasn’t for being a street rat and absolutely filthy to boot someone might have taken you into their employ for other reasons, you shudder at the thought, your mother had attempt to sell you off for that purpose originally.

Pushing her from your mind and yourself off the ground you look around, you did not know this portion of the Gilded District; you hardly knew where your new Master dwelled yet. A slight panic sets in; the lashes upon your back grew sore remembering the last time you were home late. Pacing back and forth a bit attempting to retrace your steps does little, bar giving the rain enough time to stop. You glance up at the sky and watch the colors dance upon the clouds, the nightly aurora borealis display, and sighing you resign yourself to your fate and begin to walk through the streets of the city named for the display, Aura.

1.[Follow the Purple] Endurance
2.[Follow the Green] Cunning
3.[Follow the Red] Strength

>>29683386
>1.[Follow the Purple] Endurance
gotta go fast

>>29683386
>[Follow the Green] Cunning

>>29683386
2.[Follow the Green] Cunning

>>29683386
3.[Follow the Red] Strength
>>29683438
>>29683440
Oh come on guys. You know /tg/ can't play cunning well at all.

>>29683458

Don't worry it doesn't lock you into anything in particular as of yet. Looks like 2 won, post coming.

>[Follow the Green]

The strand of green magic moves with a slow wavering motion, falling to the wayside only to reform upon the cusp of the display. It doesn’t feel like the way “home” but it feels right, your own limited magic flaring up to meet it, the pebbles and dirt from the street jump up and begin to obscure your person, couple with the shadows you look a small dust cloud albeit a poor one. Brushing them away you continue to trudge forward, the hope that no one saw your small magic displays burns in the back of your mind. While magic is incredibly common in The Quiet, Half-Elves are not permitted to practice and use it, a racial divide from the upper ruling class the Eladrin. Your magic is mostly natural, and at present entirely out of your control, your mother use to beat you with a wooden spoon until it stopped.

You stop at a four way intersection, unfamiliar as they have all been thus far. Thoughts creep into your mind, you could run, hide away in the other districts, disappear into the forests, become a rogue working with the bandits along the road...

These dreams have sat upon your mind for a few years, and that is all they are, dreams, there is little left for you in life, other than working for your new master. Staring up at the sky again you close your eyes and leave your arms fall loosely to your sides, dust and dirt whip up in a mild torrent, obscuring the light source above you and your person, you will escape this life, you know this.

Suddenly a voice interrupts your brief moment of control, it is quiet and wispy floating in and out, “…child, come to your mother… you need to feed… she will provide… you will grow…”

Jumping in confusion you look around, the dust and dirt fall from the air putting your person in full view once more. Who was that?

1. [Yell at for them to show themselves, surely they hide in the shadows.]
2. [Attempt to refocus yourself; was it in your mind?]
3. [Continue onward, it was probably nothing.]

>>29683550
2. [Attempt to refocus yourself; was it in your mind?]

>>29683550
2

>>29683550
>2. [Attempt to refocus yourself; was it in your mind?]

>[Attempt to refocus yourself; was it in your mind?]

You close your eyes once more attempting to recreate your previous focus, it is rare that you manage that much magical focus. The voice was oddly comforting despite its alien tone, the feminine inflection managing to soothe your nerves ever so slightly. Your own mothers voice never managed that, only causing fear. You even attempt to whisper back, a leaf floating by your lips seems to carry the message.

[DC14 Focused]

>I’ll take the first 3 rolls of a d20. Don’t worry so much about higher DCs in the beginning and failures as of yet, you are an untrained child, learning and focusing your abilities takes time and training.

>Posts after this will be slightly delayed, I wrote up the first three to get the thread going.

Rolled 7

>>29683669

Rolled 12

>>29683669

Rolled 4

>>29683669

>Target not met

And it would appear that your focus was as fleeting as the words whispered upon your ear. Your arms hang loose as they did before, your mind strains, and nothing. Though as your resolution fades you pick up one more word, “Follow.”

And that will do it. Are your dreams more than fleeting thoughts now? You don’t know, but you’ll be damned if you go back to your new home. Looking into the sky you pick out the wavering green strand again and begin to follow it.

The Gilded District is large, and as mentioned relatively new, remnants of the construction still linger here and there, nothing you can’t handle. Climbing and clamoring through them you manage to keep an eye upon the strand. The only noises that can be heard are the soft pitter patter of your bare feet upon the white stone.

You stop again, and look up at the fleeing display; it would appear that it is almost over. Running through the streets to catch up you almost lose sight of it before reaching your destination, the entrance to the Red Light District. Noise raises from the city nestled on the waterfront, sailors and whores abound. You are no more invited there then the Gilded District but the magic is fading. How do you wish to proceed?

1. [Stick to the shadows]
2. [Run through, they’re likely too drunk to catch you]
3. [Attempt your magic again]

>>29683933
>3. [Attempt your magic again]

>>29683933
1. [Stick to the shadows]

>>29683933
1

>[Stick to the shadows]

The shadows have been you friend before, why not now? Darting beyond the gate you delve into the alleyways of the Red Light District. Your step is quiet, and efficient, climbing and jumping through the fences and roofs of the district is easy work for a street rat such as yourself. The strand of magic is in the corner of your eye, and is difficult to follow properly in the tightly packed alleyways.

You decide to get a better vantage point and climb to the top of the brothel you are behind.

[DC12 Stealth]

Rolled 1

>>29684115

Rolled 14

>>29684115

>>29684131
I-I'm so sorry.

>>29684131

I chuckled. Writing up now.

Rolled 15

>>29684115

>Critical Failure

And what you thought to be an easy task is now no longer, the sides of the building are slippery and the stone weak. You manage your way up half way before misplacing a foot on the ridge of a window. Your hand immediately reaches out to grasp at something, catching the curtain hiding the contents of the room. Despite your malnourished weight it still rips from its rings and you for a brief moment catch a view of an Eladrin being serviced by two Nymphs. His eyes catch you gawking, and his voice immediately rises in rage, his previous enjoyment being interrupted. Screams erupt from the room, and an armored man bursts through to see you pale faced and falling from the ledge.

You land with a large thump, the wind knocked out of you, might have bruised a rib in that as breathing is difficult. You look up and immediately pick up on the green strand of magic again before it is obscured by a helmeted head yelling down at you, “GET THAT STREET RAT.” Oh no.

1. [Get up and run like hell.]
2. [Turn yourself in.]
3. [Hide, possibly attempting your magic again to obscure yourself.]

>>29684344
>3. [Hide, possibly attempting your magic again to obscure yourself.]
invisibility save us

>>29684344
1. [Get up and run like hell.]
Out

>>29684344
>3. [Hide, possibly attempting your magic again to obscure yourself.]

>[Hide, possibly attempting your magic again to obscure yourself.]

Despite the pain in your chest you lift yourself up and quickly scan your surroundings. Typical alleyway fair, trash, shadows, nooks and crannies and ah there it is. You glance up again and see the man in the window is gone, you dash towards a pile of stone and earth, looks like most of the buildings here are falling apart and someone has swept together a large mass of it. Diving behind it your mind races and your eyes continue to glance up at the sky, the magic stays but it still fading in and out. If this is merely how the green dances amongst the others or the display is close to its finish is beyond you.

You hear voices begin to approach and the clang of metal on stone and earth, briefly you focus yourself, attempting to quiet your labored breath and summon your magic once more.

[Stealth 13/17]

Rolled 13

>>29684531

Rolled 18

>>29684531

Rolled 6

>>29684531

Rolled 11

>>29684531

>Higher target met

Your mind quiets itself, focused and in control like before. The dust creeps around you, the light is dimmed by it and your person is obscured as it was before. This is a strain upon your young untrained mind but the added pressure of pain and not wishing to go back to your master helps drive your magic forward.

Two steel clad guards come into view, their white fur cloaks flourish around them, and you pick out a small sigil holding the cloak together. A golden phoenix on a background of white, that sigil belongs to the Baron and ruler of this city and the province of The Quiet. It is doubtful that the Eladrin you saw inside was the Baron but possibly related to the Court if he has guards amongst him. Their voices ring out as they search and poke through the rubbish around them, one jabs at a bag of trash with his gladius. They convene no more than a meter away from you.

“He probably ran.”
“Doesn’t matter much then, it’s not like some street rat would know who that was, and with that distance to fall, he’ll probably die of the injuries anyway.”
“Aye, let’s go, I better not have lost my chance at that Minotaur.”
“You have strange tastes my friend.”

They disappear into the night, poor guards they make, but lucky for you. Your focus fades and the dust clears, standing up and stretching you take a moment to feel pride in your control, never managed that before. But no time for that, you begin your trek through the alleyways again, putting good distance between yourself and that brothel. It is hard going though, your lungs hurt with every breath and you can’t climb half as well before. You stop again and look up at the green strand. It is but a wisp now, but its end seems close, the white wall in front of you seems to be its destination, vines and flowers roll over the top of it, looks like a hidden courtyard.

1. [Climb over the wall.]
2. [Attempt to find the entrance]
3. [Find the front door to the building.]

>>29684817
>1. [Climb over the wall.]
Solid Snaking this bitch

>>29684817
>1. [Climb over the wall.]
Sweet half elf ninja

Joining the chorus. 1

>>29684817
>It is hard going though, your lungs hurt with every breath and you can’t climb half as well before.
>you can’t climb half as well before
Do you people read?

2. [Attempt to find the entrance]

>>29684817
http://vocaroo.com/i/s0WSaiTnNIkz

>>29684962
It's got vines. We got this.

Rolled 19

>>29684817
2

>[Climb over the wall.]

Despite your early misfortunes with climbing this wall looks more easily passed. You grip upon a lower hanging vine and pull yourself up, with no small effort on your part as well; the pain in your chest makes the task much more difficult than it usually is. However you find enough footing to reach the top. The green strand has disappeared, and quiet has begun to set in around you. The courtyard is beautiful, flowers and well-kept plants and trees sprout up in the cluttered space. A small stream swims between a few statues and leads to the base of a cherry tree.

Hunger and thirst lurches in your stomach. That’s right you haven’t had a chance to eat today, the pain only adds to your ribs. Then suddenly a voice graces your ear again, “…eat, drink… your mother provides.” You begin to lower yourself down.

[Immediately eat and drink]
[Search the courtyard]
[Attempt to whisper back]

>>29684981
That was fantastic, thanks fella.

Rolled 8

>>29684817
2

>>29685096
>[Attempt to whisper back]
yesssssssssss

>>29685096
>[Attempt to whisper back]
"What's your price?"

We're a street rat, right? We know everything has a price. This help probably does, too. Somehow, I doubt we'll be able to, or want to, pay it.

>>29685096
http://vocaroo.com/i/s0oIgLObXIr7

>>29685096
>[Attempt to whisper back]
"Who are you? What are you?"
While searching the area and looking hungrily at fruit.

>>29685096
>[Attempt to whisper back]
WHAT'S YER OFFER

[Attempt to whisper back]

Magic is flowing around you, you feel more empowered here than before. Your eyes close and you attempt to whisper back, leaves pass before your face as they did before. This is all so very new to you, but it feels right. Voicing trembling with fear and pain you stammer out, “W-who are you? W-what is your offer? the price?”

Your eyes open once more the fruit lingers in your eyes hunger and pain creeping through your body.

[DC13 Magic]

Rolled 17

>>29685284

Rolled 3

>>29685284

Rolled 14

>>29685284

>>29685284
http://vocaroo.com/i/s1n12jr22job

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>Target met

The leaves dance around your head and tickle at your lips as your whisper passes to them. They move as the green strand of magic did and then travel to the cherry tree before falling to the statue kneeling in front of it.

Nothing happens. It is quiet. Incredibly so, you shift uncomfortably.

Then suddenly a flourish of long robe whips around and you are faced with white glowing eyes, that was no mere statue. Their presence looms over your young self, tall and lithe it reaches to their hood and pulls it away, black hair cascades across their back and a red flower shines in the moonlight. It is a woman, a beautiful one at that, but she is not man nor mer. This is a hamadryad and you have step upon her courtyard uninvited. Her eyes stare at you deeply piercing into your very soul and she speaks, “That offer was not for you young one. How did you hear my voice?”

Response?

>>29685443
Are you an angel?

>>29685443
i just did

>>29685443
"Who was the offer for?"

>>29685443
"I don't know." Because really, we don't. It just sort of popped into our head, right? No reason to be dishonest with this creature.

>>29685443
"I don't know. I heard you on the green road."

>>29685507
this but *by the green trail

>>29685500

Seconding

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This is quite the enjoyable quest so far.
I really dig OP's writing.

>>29685635
I am as well. Good on ya' OP.

Attempting to compose yourself and stand as tall as you can against her looming figure you speak back, your voice cracks with pain, “I-I don’t know, I just did. I heard you on the green trail in the sky” You point up at the wisps that break from the courtyard here and there, her eyes follow your finger and she continues to stare inquisitively. Then her head snaps back to you and she motions you forward, you obey for reasons unknown to you. Her 3 fingered hand reaches out and is placed upon your forehead her expression unchanged. Her touch is surprisingly soft and warm, you had heard hamadryads were just trees and would feel like such, such things are beyond a street rat.

You follow up, her quietness disconcerting you, “Who was that offer for then?” Her eyes turn to you once more, “For my son, who is yet far away from me, but… Here.” She removes her hand and traces the black diamond on your cheek. “You are property. No this will not do for this one.” You are motioned towards the stream and tree, taking this as an offer to feed and drink you do so with quickness, her eyes continue to watch you.

“This young one is but half mer, yet he speaks the green speak,” she says interrupting your feeding. “Tell this one youngling, of whom do you belong? Do you wish to stay in his employ?”

What is this green speak? Response?

>>29685720
>What is this green speak?
Fucking moon language... who DO we belong to?

>>29685635
>>29685644

Aw thanks guys. First time QMing, so I'm still a bit nervous.

>>29685720
Tell her about who it is. And no, we'd really rather not... but it's a catch-22. We don't have too many options.

>>29685762
I got the jitters when I did my first quest, too. It's natural. You're doing good, though. Keep doing what you're doing, and don't overthink it.

Who is our master?
>>29685720
"I work for [Master's name]. I don't wish to but I don't know what else I could do."

>>29685826
This.

>>29685826
It's not a catch-22, we just don't know what else to do aside from running in the forest or becoming a bandit.

>>29685918
>becoming a bandit.
Which we should totally do.

You begin to explain your life story, your mother who was a lady of ill repute, your unknown father. Tears form up in your eyes at the mention of your mother and her selling you into servitude and how she use to beat you for attempting to undermine her more lucrative deals. Then you tell her of your current master, Royce Birluge, an eladrin with a bit of a temper, but he pays well for young boys to be trained into warriors that are later sold off on contract. You end with, “I… I don’t want to work for him. But… I just don’t know what else to do or where I could go, I have few options.”

She studies you long and hard, “Yes this one could teach you much. Yes yes…” her voice trails off as her hands continue to brush over your face. You wonder if she was listening to you at all for a moment, then her voice lashes out again in a more guttural tone, she is speaking giant, but to whom? You look around, and a yet another statue moves, a Minotaur clad in heavy plate and holding a large warhammer answers in return. The hamadryad nods to his response and he walks over to you. If you weren’t scared before you certainly are now, this Minotaur is huge and armed to the teeth; he glares at your diamond. “He belongs Master Birluge. Mistress Elionwy, he is rich man. Would ask much for him.”

[Cont'd]

>>29686098
Her name sticks in your mind, you’ve heard it said before, but where you do not know, you stow away that for another time. She clicks her tongue and pats at your head, “This one would have him regardless. Go and pay for his contract Krigga.” A grunt is given in acknowledgement and he stalks off. She motions for you to follow after her into the building. The building is loud, incredibly so compared to the courtyard, must be magic or something... This is all very confusing. Whores and sailors are abound, she owns a brothel? How strange, Hamadryads rarely care for sexuality. You follow after her and are ushered into a new room, small but cozy it suits you just fine. Elionwy begins to fiddle with a wardrobe.

[Sit in silence waiting for her to speak.]
[Ask about her.]
[Inform her of your bruised rib.]

>>29686121
>[Sit in silence waiting for her to speak.]

But, also look around the room. Look, don't touch.

>>29686121
[Sit in silence waiting for her to speak.]

>>29686121
>[Sit in silence waiting for her to speak.]
I don't like where this is going.

>>29686144
this

>[Sit in silence waiting for her to speak.]

Your eyes flicker about the room, small oddities sit about, more plants as could be expected. It looks like this is her apothecary, all of the necessary components are about the room, you've stolen a few for a few Curs before. A bed sits in the corner next to the wardrobe.

She turns to you, her movements are very quick, it makes you jump for the third time. Her white eyes look over the sad bruised child in front of her, her tongue clicks again and she pats you on the head again, “This one hears you. No you are not to be put under employ.” Apparently your worries about suddenly becoming a whore were unfounded. She points towards a smaller room, “Strip and leave clothing here, clean self in there. Your mother will fix your rib when the young one is done.” You obey making note of her use of the word mother and how is in your mind still, somehow.

After cleaning yourself for the first time in weeks you step out and find a fine tunic and trousers, no shoes but beggars can’t be choosers. You grab your old leather belt from you previous clothing items and use it to strap yourself together, the clothing is a bit large but you are also a but unfed. She begins to fiddle with you again and the items on her table, you are ordered to lie down, and she begins to mend your rib. Magic sears through your body, it tingles, but gives much welcomed relief. Her eyes are focused on her task at hand.

[Ask about the brothel.]
[Ask how she is reading your thoughts still.]
[Ask about her.]

>>29686336
>[Ask how she is reading your thoughts still.]
magicksssssssss

>>29686336

All them typos. Sorry about that guys.

>>29686336
>[Ask about her.]
Just in general. Try to get a better feel of her personality.

>>29686336
[Ask how she is reading your thoughts still.]
Thank her for her help, also.

>>29686443
>Thank her for her help, also.
We definitely need to be grateful.

>[Ask how she is reading your thoughts still.]

Elionwy’s hands are deft and efficient making quick work of your wound, you wonder if it is mostly magic or the alchemical solution she placed upon you, either way you are grateful and attempt to sit up when she moves away, “Thank you… I don’t know how you managed that but thank you.”

She turns around again, slowly this time, cocking her head to one side, “This one is happy to provide for her child.” She keeps doing that, she seems to be of the impression you are now her adopted son, perhaps not the worst position to be in, her magic is beyond anything you can muster and she has been nothing but kind to you thus far.

“Elionwy...” you start out with a bit of a stammer, “… how is it you can read my thoughts still? I’m not whispering to you anymore. I don’t even know how I did that the first time…” She responds with a light laugh, it sounds like wind rustling leaves, how strange, “This youngling does not know of what he is capable of. He is untrained, no focus, but this one is not, she can hold conversation with the young one.” She walks over to you during this explanation, and touches your forehead with her finger and then her own, establishing a link. It wasn’t the best explanation in the world but it will have to suffice, she seems to like talking in round about ways.

“Now. no more questions time for young one to feed, needs strength grow strong again for teaching.” Her hand pats your head again, seems like you’ll need to get use to that, “But. This one does not her son’s name. His green thoughts do not give it away, this one once only sees Rift. That is not name, that is mark of shame. You are not shameful. What is this young ones name?”

You’ve never been asked that before. Rift has always been your name, even if it was just a last name given to bastards of The Quiet. You think long and hard, what is your name?

>>29686336
>[I want to be a potion master.]

>>29686443
this

>>29686664

All in good time Anon, this is the prologue.

>>29686658
Roberto.

>>29686658
Geg

>>29686658
Ælfric

>>29686658
> Martin Riggs

We lethal weapon now

>>29686658
Erik.

>>29686658
Jonas

>>29686658
Algar

>>29686658
Obligatory Ivan

Going to mix a few of the ones I like, unless people choose a specific one I will update with mine.

>>29686912
Nah, yours is fine.

“My name is Roberto Algar,” you respond with some small degree of confidence. It felt right, for some reason unknown to you. Her hands clap together with happiness, “This is good name for son of this one.” She rolls it across her tongue a few times to confirm such, during this a woman appears at the door with a tray of broth and bread, when given to you it hardly lasts a few minutes. Elionwy watches you throughout this amused by your actions, you don’t know whether she is using you as a test subject or just enjoys your presence, might be both, but her aura is comforting. Hamadryads are well known for this, they avoid war and give peace to those around them, apparently Elionwy’s connection with you has strengthened this feeling a degree and for the first time in your life you don’t feel scared. She puts you to bed in the corner and leaves the room; you fall asleep quickly despite the very busy day, the food and peace of mind lulling you in.

[A few months later.]

Your laugh is high with happiness as you skip from the rooftop to the underbrush beneath you. This has become your home, and while Elionwy had to pay a high price for your contract she has done so with a degree of happiness. You are tasked with cleaning the brothel during the day, and helping the bakers at night with the food and ale, easy chores, which leaves much time for practicing your parakour skills, ever since that fall you have had little reason not to, much to your mother’s distress. However today is different you hear a whisper upon your ear, “Roberto, your mother requires your presence.” You...

[Daly and come when you are done.]
[Immediately go to her.]
[Attempt to whisper back.]

Ended up going with Roberto because of the similarities between The Quiet and Spain, also his roots to his father. Hint hint.

>>29687047
[Immediately go to her.]
Always punctual.

>>29687047
>[Immediately go to her.]
She wouldn't call us if it wasn't important.

Good name, by the by.

>>29687047
[Immediately go to her.]
[Attempt to whisper back.]
"Coming"
Would we end up calling her mother by now? I don't think we would, the term would kind of lack endearment to us.

>>29687047
[Attempt to whisper back.]

>>29687107

No you would not, and despite her insistence upon you often ignore it. The mere notion of having a mother is still a sore spot for Roberto.

>>29687123
Makes sense. Too many negative feelings attached to the concept. Maybe when we're older and are better with reason and logic, we might call the Hamadryad our 'mother', though?

>[Attempt to whisper back, then immediately going to her.]

Before immediately going to her, you attempt to whisper back, your skill with Green Speak is still incredibly limited but you like to attempt regardless, it pleases her when you succeed. You whip up a few leaves in front of your lips and whisper back, “Coming Elionwy.”

[DC15 Green Speak]

>Also I am keeping track of skills and the like over on my side. I will give a Character Sheet at the end of the session with Roberto's stats.

>>29687153 Potentially, more than likely, depends upon where you guys go with it.

Rolled 18

>>29687224

Rolled 19

>>29687224

Rolled 10

>>29687224

>>29687247
>>29687268
woo

>Target met

And this time your attempt was met with a light laughter, “Young Roberto does well, but has much to be taught. Come come.” You are pleased with this, and jump down further into the courtyard. Maybe someday you’ll learn how she keeps tabs on you.

You run into her courtyard, Nuk’Tan, the Minotaur stands next to Elionwy his arms crossed, and golden nose ring gleaming in the sunlight. He doesn’t scare you near as much as the first time, but he certainly did your old master. He attempted to reclaim you initially, but Nuk’Tan’s presence and warhammer saw to it that your contract was signed over to Elionwy with a quickness, you didn’t question further details.

She is kneeling by her cherry tree that you knick one of the fruits from, Nuk’Tan laughs, “You are quick. But would not last in Proving Grounds.” You pop the fruit in your mouth and retort, “If all the Minotaurs there are as large and clumsy as you are I doubt that,” and laugh back as he rolls his eyes. Nuk’Tan rarely speaks of his home the Proving Grounds but when he does it is in boast, you have taken to joking at him whenever he does so. Elionwy interrupts you two, “Roberto, you stop such boastfulness, Nuk’Tan is this one's guardian for good reason.”

“Yes Elionwy,” you respond dutifully. She nods quickly, her eyes flashing like pearls, “Now, this young one has been here for two moon phases, it is time he learns,” she nods diligently, your own head following eagerly. “You may choose of these things for today young one.”

[Spar with Nuk’Tan, learning how to handle a weapon.]
[Practice your Earth Magic with Elionwy.]
[Learn Alchemy with Elionwy.]

Rolled 7

>>29687448
>[Spar with Nuk’Tan, learning how to handle a weapon.]
Rememebr when we got the shit beaten out of us? Time to toughen up a bit.

>>29687448
[Practice your Earth Magic with Elionwy.]
because MAGIC

>>29687448
[Spar with Nuk’Tan, learning how to handle a weapon.]

>>29687448
>[Learn Alchemy with Elionwy.]

>>29687448
>[Learn Alchemy with Elionwy.]

>>29687448
[Practice your Earth Magic with Elionwy.]

>>29687448
[Spar with Nuk’Tan, learning how to handle a weapon.]
I want to learn Alchemy next, but it's important to know how to defend ourselves.

Alright I'll cut the votes off here. Sparring won, but some Alchemy will occur later. Post coming.

>>29687448
[Spar with Nuk’Tan, learning how to handle a weapon.]
we really need to toughen up

I like this. We're only half-elven. We've still got a human predilection to conflict.

>[Spar with Nuk’Tan, learning how to handle a weapon.]

You ponder your options for a moment, they all sounds reasonably useful and things you know little of, “I would really like to learn how to fight, but alchemy sounds so… Awesome.” Your young street rat vocabulary betrays you for that moment, and lacking a better word that comes out, Elionwy raises her painted eyebrow and Nuk’Tan laughs. “Nuk’Tan will teach him to fight today, perhaps tonight he learns Alchemy with the Mistress.” Elionwy nods in agreement with this idea, and you are ushered off to a more open area of the courtyard.

Nuk’Tan stands across from you, his plate is dull and does not shine like a true Knight’s but the name Krigga (which you have been told is the name for an honorable warrior in giant) still stands. He pounds against his chest and booms, “Am Krigga Nuk’Tan, warrior of Proving Grounds. Youngling will learn as Squire in his tongue to Krigga. Now he picks.”

After composing yourself a bit from that display you look in front of you, three weapons set before you, they are:

[Two-handed hammer]
[One handed mace with shield]
[Gladius with shield]

“Krigga will also teach young one of these.” His large finger points to two other weapons:

[Longbow]
[Crossbow]

>Dual choice, you will be learning the basics of both short range and long range.
>This is something that will be set in relative stone and armour choices are later.

>>29687705
>[One handed mace with shield]
>[Crossbow]

>>29687723
Seconding this.

>>29687705
[Gladius with shield]
Poison goes on a blade.
[Longbow]

Also no axes because Elionwy has an innate fear of them. You know being a tree person and all. So sorry if someone wanted to write that in.

>>29687705
[Gladius with shield]
[Crossbow]

>>29687743
This.

>>29687705
[One handed mace with shield]

[Crossbow]

>>29687723
Voting for this. Sorry about previous post.

We should become a warrior-alchemist. Think Apothecary from 40k.

>>29687743
this

>>29687743
this works

Rolled 1

Alright even votes for Mace and Gladius. Calling the voting here. Will roll for which, if someone gets a vote in before I post this I will go with that side regardless of roll.

1. Mace
2. Gladius

>>29687866
God dammit! Fucking swordfags samefagged I know it.

>>29687866

And looks that just that happened.

Gladius and shield plus Crossbow are the winners, write up coming.

>>29687885
Fuck this, I'm out.

>>29687884
It does look like a samefag honestly, but whatever. I just wanted an xbow anyway.

>>29687900
Samefaggots are annoying, but this decision was pretty minor. Hardly a reason to quit a quest.

>>29687884
>>29687900
>>29687908

Honestly I did sort of suspect it as well. But decided against it calling it out, this time. If it happens again later down the road with a much more important decision I will redo the votes.

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>>29687900
>Over something this minor

More hard choices to ponder, you reach out to each weapon and weigh them, they are heavy and despite being better fed and stronger, you are still far too weak to effectively wield any of them, but that comes with time. Nuk’Tan watches you with a hard glare; apparently this is incredibly important to him, the added pressure makes you cave to your decisions.
“I would like to learn the Gladius with the shield,” you speak up giving them a light swing in practice. He nods without changing his glare. “…and the Crossbow.” He nods again and claps his hands together with another boom of metal and flesh.

“This young one has chosen noble pursuits. And now Krigga will teach him.”

Nuk’Tan pats you on the back roughly his voice falls back down to its usual tenor, “Am proud of youngling, will make good squire. Now, time to learn.” You smile dumbly back at him, no one has ever been proud of you before for making your own decisions, you could get use to that.

The minotaur stands across from you with his own shield and dulled sword, significantly larger than yours, “Now young one attacks, Krigga would see how poor form is.”

[DC18 Spar]

Rolled 2

>>29687999

Rolled 13

>>29687999

Rolled 4

>>29687999

>Target not met

And unsurprisingly your form is absolutely horrid. You dash at the minotaur and slash violently, your shield not even being held up in defense. Nuk’Tan laughs and blocks with his own shield and pushes you to the ground with a small flick. “As suspected is of poor quality. Young Minotaur would laugh at feeble attempt.”

You quickly clamor back up to your feet; of course he would start that boastfulness again. Elionwy sits a distance away kneeling at her tree, you know she is meditating but is watching at the same time. “Young one pay attention to fight!” the minotaur roars and slams down on the ground with his hoove, “Come again!”

[Charge him again]
[Attempt to outpace him]
[See if you can cheat with your magic.]

>>29688117
[Attempt to outpace him]

Rolled 2

>>29688117
>[See if you can cheat with your magic.]
Minotaurs might be honorable. We don't really need to be, do we? At least, not in a fight.

>>29688117
>[Attempt to outpace him]
>>29688157
This is so we can learn. Cheating doesn't help us. We need to learn how to fight without magic.

>>29688117
[Attempt to outpace him]

>>29688117
>[Attempt to outpace him]

>>29688117
>[Attempt to outpace him]

Rolled 1

>>29688178
Why can't we learn how to fight with our magic?

>>29688243
we will but that is a different training

>>29688243
Because then we'll rely on it. Better to be good at fighting unaugmented so that we're really good when using magic.

>>29688117
>[Attempt to outpace him]

Just caught up. OP, I like the way you write.
Also, macefags, wasn't the Gladius damn good back in the day? A mace seems pretty boring in my opinion, even if smashing bones and armor is good
>>29688243
Christ, this is the first day, we'll do it later

Well he is right at least, you are of poor quality at the moment, but you suspect you are much more cunning and quick then the Minotaur, especially in his full suit of plate. You break into a quick charge at him again, his deep bellowing laugh meets your ears, but as he changes into a defensive position, you stutter step and swing around him. All that climbing and jumping through the Red Light District seems to be paying off now. You jab at his side but he is just quick enough to deflect it with his sword. You keep moving, jumping back and forth, his laughter has stopped and he’s focusing on you now. Large arching swings barely miss you, and your short jabs and swings are easily deflected.

Despite this Nuk’Tan seems to be tiring ever so slightly, not as much as you of course but enough, his left guard is slightly off now. You hear a soft whisper in your head, “…his left knee.” Seeing an opening to finish this spar you aim for it with this new knowledge.

[DC14 Precision Strike]

Oh trust me you'll be learning how to fight with your magic later.

Rolled 16

>>29688347

Rolled 10

>>29688347

Rolled 16

>>29688347
Stabby stabby.

pls don't actually stab his knee

>>29688418

Dulled training weapons. Enough to toughen you up, weak enough to not do any major damage beyond a bruise and hurt pride.

>Target met

Your strike hits home at the back of his knee, Nuk’Tan roars in Giant and drops down for enough of a moment for you to position your gladius at his neck, “I’d imagine the young minotaurs would not be laughing at the Half-Elf now?” He looks down at you and smiles his broken smile, “No they would not. But would still laugh at form. Good, let us move on.” The rest of the sword and shield training is spent on a training dummy; you learn proper defensive positions and how to actually use the shortsword in your procession. At one point the dummy swings around and gives you a nasty bump on the head, Nuk’Tan laughs and says that is the first of many.

By midday you break for lunch, the Minotaur eating at least three times as much as you, it’s a wonder Elionwy can afford him, as you break into your bread to sop up the minestrone soup you notice his shield, 4 iron colored bolts on a field of bronze, more than likely his old homes sigil. You rarely get to speak with Nuk’Tan you take this opportunity to do so.

[Ask him about the Proving Grounds.]
[Ask him about the Sigil on his shield.]
[Ask him about himself.]

>>29688540
>[Ask him about himself.]

>>29688540
>[Ask him about the Sigil on his shield.]

>>29688540
>[Ask him about the Sigil on his shield.]

>>29688540
[Ask him about the Sigil on his shield.

>>29688540
>[Ask him about himself.]

>>29688540
>[Ask him about himself.]

>>29688540
>[Ask him about the Sigil on his shield.]
He will most likely want to talk about it.

>>29688540
>[Ask about his knee]

>>29688729
>Trying to hide your samefagging by asking him a question about himself but not phrasing it like that
You're not flooling me.

>>29688729
Unnecessary

>>29688268
Yeah, I agree. This writing style is rather refreshingly different compared to the other quests I follow.

Maces and gladius(gladii?) are both "get the job done" types, so there's not much to complain about. It IS true that using a gladius is more showy, but that's because gladiator fights also involved making shallow cuts that looked impressive but did hardly any damage to the opponent.

I'd have picked a curved sword, but it would be weird to learn that from a minotaur in a spanish setting.

>>29688540
>Ask him what he thinks of us
it's less intrusive than asking about himself, but we still learn more about him.

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>[Ask him about the Sigil on his shield.]

Greedily you bite into your damp bread, the baker is incapable of making anything than dry bread it would seem so coupling it with soup is usually the preferred method of eating. You gesture towards his shield and he nods briefly, “So Nuk’Tan whose sigil is that?” The minotaur looks at himself, and sighs a deep sigh, “Is sigil of Rang, mine family. Noble Minotaurs, won many wars. Shaman of the Souths greatest warriors. Four bolts of iron for four heads of family, bronze for armour worn,” He drinks deeply from his cup, his eyes distant, and he speaks again after a long pause, “Nuk’Tan was first of family to leave. While Krigga amongst them, was not as grand as young brother Nok. Left to become more. Now… Wandering Knight in your tongue.”

Wandering Knights are the lowest of the Knights amongst The Quiet, Household and then Lorded stand above them, some see it as a dishonor to be left as a Wanderer, others enjoy the adventure of it and become grand in their own way. “But… You are Elionwy’s guardian now, does that not make you a Household Knight?” you ask reflexively. His head turns to you and he laughs, “Young one is wise in his own way. Yes Nuk’Tan supposes this is truth.”

You finish your meal in relative silence, small talk and the like. He apparently is allergic to a certain kind of flower Elionwy adores and is sent into a sneezing fit when she passes by with them. He stands up after this, “Come young one, is time for Crossbow.”

You follow along after to two targets set up at about 10 meters away, Nuk’Tan lugs a huge crossbow over his shoulder, “Aim for target. Basic.” He hands you yours, it is supposed to be one handed up you need to support it with both for now. The minotaur laughs again and claps you on the back. “Now, steady self. Take aim. Fire when ready.”

[DC17 Crossbow]

Yes I made it with the Game of Thrones thing, don't judge me.

>>29688834

I'm glad you, and others, enjoy my writing style. I was wondered it would come off poorly. Really gives me a bit of confidence. Thanks.

The reason for the gladius being the primary sword choice will come up later. So don't worry, it's relevant.

Rolled 17

>>29688850

>>29688912
Why weren't polearms a choice?

Rolled 1

>>29688850
Let's see if we're better at shooting than stabbing.

Rolled 18

>>29688850

Rolled 3

>>29688850

>>29688939
you answered your own question

>>29688939
I guess we can't see at all. Sucks because the other two rolls were fine.

Rolled 18

>>29688850
meh, don't watch/read game of thrones, so don't care.

>>29688912
that's good. Arguing over what sword type to use takes forever, so having a plot reason to only use 1 is smart.

>>29688933
I'd imagine tiny parkouring kid does not go well with polearms.

>>29688933

Good question. This is because of a choice that will come later regarding them. Roberto will have the ability to learn them at some point if he so desires.

>>29688939

Chuckled again. Will enjoy this one.

>>29688939
Question. Do crits override other rolls? If so we have a 10% chance to fail anything.

>>29688985
Try parkouring with a crossbow and a sword on your person. It's impossible. Sick and tired of never getting to used a polearm or a spear in this quests.

>>29688957
>>29688939
>>29688920
CURSES
SO CLOSE

>>29689001
Or a 10% chance of succeeding wildly.

>>29689001

Yes nat20 and nat 1s override. If both occur counts as a success. I should include a rule set of how dice rolls work in this quest.

Also nat 1s are not as relevant as they will be later, in which case I will be adding a way to negate them in extreme situations. Right now as it is training and Roberto is young it is more humorous to see him occasionally failing.

Rolled 7

>>29689059
>more humorous to see him occasionally failing.
Agreed. He's not even a teen yet.

Rolled 9

>>29689005
fair point, he could probably only bring a dagger when he's out parkouring.

Maybe he'll get one of those single shot concealable crossbows in the future? The ones that are portable, but are so difficult to reload there's no point to bringing more than 1 shot.

>>29689131
You'd have to poison it then, because those things have shit penetrating power.

>>29689131
2 daggers and a few of those pre-loaded?

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>>29689131
We need Van Helsing's auto crossbow.

>>29689220
of course. unless we find a way to enchant them for more penetration(heh).

>Critical Failure

You listen to his words, taking a deep breath and aiming with precision. What do your half-elf eyes see? A perfect bullseye. Your finger quivers on the trigger as you apply pressure and at that precise moment your other arm falters and buckles, apparently the crossbow was a bit heavier then you originally thought. Attempting to correct yourself you quickly jerk it back up and fire off the bolt.

The bolt flies nowhere near the target and instead embeds itself into the wall; a flower is pinned under it. You gulp down a degree of fear and look at Nuk’Tan who shows fear for the first time since you’ve known him. The shriek of anger follows soon after.

The next hour is spent fixing the wall and flowerbed, Nuk’Tan sneezing the entire time. If you weren’t so scared you’d be laughing. Elionwy loves her flowers, the first time you picked one for her and brought it to her she almost fainted. “These are children,” she scolded, “Much like you. They speak, they live. Do not harm children.”

After the clean up you begin practicing again. This time even managing to hit the target a few times. Nuk’Tan has recovered from his sneezing fit, and is aiming alongside you as well. These goes on until night begins to set in and the green wisps begin to rise from the courtyard. Deciding this is enough Nuk’Tan ends for the night and congratulates you on a good day of practice, you are to be here at 8AM sharp tomorrow for more.

>Skill Gained: Weapon Proficiency I – You have been trained in the basics of hand to hand combat and long range disciplines.

As it is almost business hours you need to decide what to do.

[Go to your duties, the baker expects you.]
[Go see Elionwy, to apologize about her flowers and potentially learn some alchemy.]

>>29689303
>[Go to your duties, the baker expects you.]

>>29689303
>[Go see Elionwy, to apologize about her flowers and potentially learn some alchemy.]

>>29689236
>>29689252
It's barely possible to bring just one, and it will be uncomfortable as hell wherever you place it. Bring more than one and you'll clink with every step.

>>29689303
>go to baker, try to help bake something to bring to Elionwy as an apology

trying to imagine a minotaur with flower allergy trying to garden. I chuckled.

>>29689303
[Go to your duties, the baker expects you.]
While I would love to learn alchemy we have duty to do.

>>29689303
>[Go to your duties, the baker expects you.]
If it's expected today, we shouldn't just not go

>>29689366
Does she even eat?

>>29689303
[Go see Elionwy, to apologize about her flowers and potentially learn some alchemy.]
she is in charge and if she doesn't want to teach us alchemy right this second then we can go help the baker

>>29689366

I hadn't expected to have to use that potential bit of humor so early. That Nat 1 was just too perfect though.

>>29689303
>[Go to your duties, the baker expects you.]

>>29689390
umm, uhh, maybe she can just smell it?

>>29689391
I like this idea.

>>29689390

Elionwy eats very little. You've seen her partake in eating honey on sesame bread before. That seems to be her favorite.

>>29689366
then maybe a small dart shooter or maybe a blow gun

>>29689456
>dart shooter
Yes. Fuck yes, this.

>>29689303
>[Go see Elionwy, to apologize about her flowers and potentially learn some alchemy.]

>>29689454
oh then lets make some of that then go see her(>>29689391
change my vote from this)

>>29689454
>Roberto charging into a beehive in an attempt to make it up to Elionwy
>tramples flowers as he tries to get away from bees
>Elionwy gets pissed again
>repeat ad infinitum

>>29689456
much more practical for stealthy parkour, I agree. Gonna be hard for Roberto to learn how to do that, though.

>>29689391
I'm with this guy

I enjoy the talk about potential weapons for Roberto's future, but just sit on it for now. His story isn't even beginning, and there are a lot of twists that may involve different weapons.

I liked the making Elionwy a treat in apology thing. Do that then see her when Roberto has his break to apologize and see about alchemy sound alright to everyone?

>>29689543
Sure whatever

Rolled 72

>>29689543
Yes.

>>29689543
I like it.

>>29689543
Sure. Can we give her the shota D?

>>29689543
I'm down

>>29689543
sure

>>29689543
glad you like my suggestion.

>>29689610
goddamnit we're going to have to read up about dryad biology now, aren't we?

>>29689610
stahp for now
>>29689668
yes

>>29689610
Fuck off. No really.

>>29689610
No.

>>29689668
>>29689684
>>29689699
>>29689712
I was just joking, seriously. I dislike having relationships in quests because they always devolve. Good to see the majority are against it though.

>>29689726
I think this is the first time I've ever seen the romance option nipped at the bud.

good

>[Mixture]

Dutifully you head off to your nightly job. The baker is barking orders at the rest of the crew, mostly half-elves like you, occasionally Eladrins, even a few humans have snuck in from the ports. You heft up the bag of flour and bring it over to the baker, he smiles and nods at you, friendly old fella, must be the surrounded by beautiful women on a nightly basis thing, good for morale.

You ask him the favor of making Elionwy’s favorite meal, he laughs a bit and agrees, “I only do this because I know about the flowers lad. Don’t get use to it.” He messes up your hair, “Come see me before your break I’ll have it ready.” The night goes by quickly, must be busy out there, plenty of orders have been coming through for the soup and bread tonight. And the ale is almost tapped, you’ll need to lug in a new barrel later. The baker taps you on the shoulder when it is your break time and hands you the platter. A lovely fresh loaf sits next to a bowl of honey and two cups of honeyed mead.

As you head up to Elionwy’s quarters the sights and sounds of the brothel overwhelm your senses. It is rare you are out here during business hours, Elionwy prefers you not to be, for whatever reason, you were never quite sure. Pushing into her room you see her staring out at the nightly display dancing on the heavens. You stand in awe with her for a moment of it.

[Wait for her to acknowledge your presence.]
[Sit the food by her and leave her to her musing.]
[Apologize and give her the meal.]

>>29689726 I'm not big on relationship stuff. Plus hamadryads don't have physical reproductive organs like humans in this setting. See I was ready for that one.

>>29689800
>[Apologize and give her the meal.]

>>29689800
>[Wait for her to acknowledge your presence.]

>>29689800
greenspeak

aaaaand I have to go to class. Awesome start for the quest you got going here, OP. It's gonna be REALLY awkward if we have to call you Father, though.

>>29689800
>[Apologize and give her the meal.]

>I'm not big on relationship stuff.
Best thing you've written so far.

>>29689800
sit next to her with food and wait patiently

>>29689800
>[Apologize and give her the meal.]
Also, nice dubs, OP.

>>29689860

There's a reason for the name actually. It'll come into play later.

>>29689887
You're not my real Dad!

>>29689800
>[Sit the food by her and leave her to her musing.]
I don't think she wants to be disturbed. If this doesn't win though.
>[Wait for her to acknowledge your presence.]

>>29689800
[Sit the food by her and leave her to her musing.]

While Waifu wars are annoying having at least 1 or 2 love interests would be nice.

>>29689887
Roberto's his own Father and he's the one reading the story. Check and m8 OP

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>>29689887
You've got a plan for everything don't you.

>>29689948
>1 or 2 love interests
No. Go play PGQ if you want a devolving quest. I just want my magical adventures.

>>29689985
This

>>29689948

Maybe later. Options will be there, may not be pursued by the whole. We'll see.

>>29689979

You have no idea.

>>29689985
Speaking of magic... Father OP, what is the magic like in this setting?

>>29690011
this worries me

>>29689994
This

>>29690011
>Maybe later. Options will be there
pls no, you have to understand what happens. I'll be reading accusations of neglecting waifus and people acting irrationally or just being the whipping boy of every girl who says we did something bad

>>29689985
People like you are why anything devolves but, your entitled to an opinion.

>[Apologize and give her the meal.]

You clear your throat and she glances back at you just barely and waves you forward. Sitting the meal next to her hand you begin to apologize, “Elionwy I’m sorry about the flowers… It was an accident, I couldn’t hold the cross-“ she holds up her hand again, her white eyes are focused on the aurora, the colors mixing playfully on them. “This one knows. Her young Roberto does not need to repeat.” Her hand reaches out and touches your forehead, tapping it gently, and you remember her presence in your mind, sighing you reach up and grasp her soft hand, she smiles at this.

“Well I’m still sorry, I even brought you your favorite meal.” The hamadryad withdraws her hand from yours and pulls at the bread, “Such a sweet son this one has, young Roberto is forgiven.” She nips at the food here and there as you both watch the night sky.

[Ask her about the Aurora Borealis]
[Ask her about Alchemy]
[Ask her about Green Speak]

>>29690061 Trust me I know. It will be incredibly muted if it occurs at all. If it gets out of hand I will stop it and no more at all. But that is a really long way off regardless.

Also no more speaking of romance please, enough of that.

>>29690130
>[Ask her about the Aurora Borealis]
fuckin' beautiful man

>>29690130
>[Ask her about the Aurora Borealis]

>>29690130
>[Ask her about Green Speak]

>>29690130
[Ask her about the Aurora Borealis]

>>29690158

It's my favorite part about this setting actually. I like cold weather regions in general so I decided to add that in. Gives Aura a really mystic feel. Especially with how Elionwy's courtyard gives off wisps of the stuff.

>>29690020

Sorry missed this. It is a high magic setting. Very. High.

>>29690130
[Ask her about the Aurora Borealis]

>Trust me I know. It will be incredibly muted if it occurs at all.
You really are prepared for everything. Okay, I'll steer my thoughts away from it.

>>29690214
>Sorry missed this. It is a high magic setting. Very. High.
It's fine. Cool.
>cold weather regions
Is there elemental magic by any chance?

>>29690011
>>29690130
based on these responses i gotta ask. Have you done any other quests?

>>29690291
Nope, see >>29685762

>>29690291
See
>>29690330

>>29690130
[Ask her about the Aurora Borealis]
She probably has good insight on it, magic and alchemy can wait, I'm not going anywhere soon.

>[Ask her about the Aurora Borealis]

The night sky seems to dance as it always does, your green strand wavering in and out as it always does. Dancing with the others, gliding in and out of them like a dancer, occasionally it pricks at the others and they dissolve together.

“Elonwy?” she acknowledges you with a small noise in between bites, “Why does the sky do that? The auro-aurora boar-real…” you choke on the words, a little bit above your learning thus far but Elionwy is trying, you can almost read now. “Aurora Borealis, young one,” you sound it out with her before she continues, “It is because of the Rift, a scar upon the land of The Quiet and a bridge to this one’s home.” Elionwy has mentioned being from beyond The Quiet before you never quite understood what that meant. “What is beyond the Rift?” the word still tastes vile in your mouth despite it no longer being you.

Elionwy sighs her light sigh and pats you on the head, “This young one is curious. He will have his answers some day, but this day. He is but too young to understand such things. Just know, Roberto’s brother is there.”

With that she finishes her meal and sends you off to finish your duties with the baker. The hamadryad tells you to come by her room tomorrow for a lesson in alchemy after your midday meal. It would appear you are now getting into a bit of a schedule. The night ends with a dull roar as drunkards disappear into the night and the night sky turns to black once more.

>Is there anything else you would like to do before going to bed?

Rolled 86

>>29690496
Dryads are just slow and tranquil. Not in a rush for things. She'll bring it up. She can read our thoughts.

>>29690516
nah. Sleep

>>29690516

>but not this day.

Sorry about that. And if you are looking for more in depth answers about things don't worry they will come. Right now they are explaining it in smaller terms to a young child so he can understand the basics of his reality.

>>29690516
Pray to the Cactus King

>>29690516
What are the gods like in this world? Would we know much about them? Any in particular that would be relevant to us? Might help to offer a little prayer or something before bed.

>>29690516
Exercise a bit. Gotta git strong

>>29690567
>>29690590

There are four major gods. None are particular relevant to you at this point. Two are opposing dragons, the other two you know little of.

>>29690623
I want to pray to the Cactus King

>>29690623
oh..well nevermind then

>>29690613

Roberto's major form of exercise is his parkour throughout the Red Light District. Otherwise he doesn't have weights or anything. Usually the floor bags manage strength training for the young lad.

>>29690516
Not to pole ride but you're doing great.
Could you give a description of the city we live in?

>What style of architecture are the buildings?
>what style of clothing do the people wear?
>what is the climate/landscape?

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>You are a young lad, no older than 9

>your heritage as a Half-Elf, bred from an Eladrin mother (most likely a whore) and a human father(most likely a whorer) from across the sea. His blood shines through the most, while your mother’s blood gave you the figure and features of feyfolk his dark complexion gives your skin a dark tan and long hair a black coloring.

Is our character a brown elf shota?

>>29690666
So then suggesting physical exercise is redundant? I can't think of anything else then. Maybe if we had books, wait how literate are we?

>>29690670

I promise that will come up whenever whenever Roberto hits his teens and ventures of this Red Light District with Elionwy and Nuk'Tan.

Climate is mostly chilly throughout the year. Many wear furs, the style vary from fancy to necessity, a lot of longer flowing gowns like Elionwy likes to wear.

We need to get a book. Our vocabulary is bad. Perhaps one on plants. Ingredients. Would help with alchemy. Also maybe anatomy. I'd like to be an Apothecary.

>>29690697
yes

>>29690701

Not entirely, Roberto can practice at night if he desires.

>>29690729
>you can almost read now

If you wish to take a book and try to learn some more on your own you may.

>>29690697
No

>>29690767
>take a book
There's a library here?

>>29690767
Can we get one now? I just mean next time we can. If you're fatigued we can end session now.

>>29690767
yeah lets do these (dont really care which one atm)

>>29690789
If there is, let's grab a beginners book right now

>>29690789
>>29690791

You guys have another two hours and half with me. So no fatigue as of yet. The alcohol usually helps.

And yes you can, your room is actually where Elionwy stores her small collection of books.

>>29690817
Well lets sneak into there.

>>29690817
>You guys have another two hours and half with me.
Great.
>And yes you can
Then I want us to grab a book. Whatever Roberto thinks is easy

>>29690840
>YOUR ROOM is where Elionwy stores her small collection of books
>Sneak into our own room.

>>29690840
>sneak into
>your room

>>29690865
>>29690854
I thought he said 'near' our room. Yea. Realized afterwards.

We can still sneak for practice.
>>29690847
We're going to need to choose. Shopping is fun.

>>29690817
Pray to the Cactus King

>>29690893
>We're going to need to choose
Something to do with magic or alchemy I guess. Hopefully it isn't too wordy
inb4
>a book
>not wordy

>>29690921
>inb4 dictionary

>>29690907
No.

>>29690817
Lets check it out then. Did cunning up our intelligence at all?

>>29690944
Is it so much to ask? To pray to our one true savior whose will in the way of the universe? Who create the Sun, sky and sea?

Will it really take so much time out of our day?

>>29690944
We'll be thankful we prayed when we're lost in the desert and the Cactus King's spirits save us.

>>29690984
>>29690986
xD
Out

As you head to your room you poke at a spiky plant in a magically warmed vase, Elionwy says this is a cactus; you prick your finger on the spines. You curse the cactus and suck at your finger.

Embarrassed by your lack of vocabulary and literary skills today you decide to look into teaching yourself a bit more. Elionwy’s books reside in your room inside a dusty old glassed cabinet. It creaks when you open it and you cough by the fluttering dust. There are a few books you can manage the titles out of, you figure if anything those are the best places to start. Grabbing all three you dust them off and set them at your bedside and light a candle. After settling in and whipping away the rest of the dust you look at your choices, they are:

[Of Hamadryads and Home Trees]
[Earth Magics]
[Alchemical Basics]

>>29690978
I'll give the Character Sheet as of the end of the quest when I finish. I don't like to divulge such meta things though, so asking won't yield much often.