A few seagulls caw in the distance. You give them the stink eye, and they wheel away; it was only a scouting force, prodding your sacred territory. After the major defeat they suffered at your hands before Poseidon swung through, they have not dared fly directly across the harbor. The stinking reek of their rotting corpses bubbled in the water around your usual spot for days.

It was immensely satisfying.

Something new catches your gaze - a ship. At this distance, it might be a large trading vessel, or a smaller military craft. Normal enough, by itself, but the ship flies no flag.

Pirates? Or something else? Then again, are you really in the mood to police the harbor?

What do you do?

>Investigate the flagless ship
>Head on land and shop around for new paint. Red is getting boring
>Visit Joe, the fisherman, and your best friend. It's getting late, so he's probably putting back into the harbor.
>Something else

>run over 130 quest threads
>still forget to put Quest in the subject field

>>34099235
>Investigate the flagless ship

>>34099235
>FIRE THE LIGHTNING!

>>34099238

AWWW.....!

FUCK

Oh well. I'm kinda bad about that stuff. And it has been two months.

>>34099235
>DARKNESS WITHIN

>>34099235
>Investigate the flagless ship

YES
GOOD

ALSO I KNOW IT'S A LITTLE EARLY TO SAY ANYTHING BUT PEOPLE WHO ARE KIND OF MAGICAL BUT NOT REALLY IS A BIG TURN-ON FOR ME, BOOK'S GETTING ME WET.

>>34099295
Hey ho SM, how goes the Thunderdome of Studying?

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>>34099353

>spoiler
>my face

Best reaction pic I could find that combined "weirded out" and "blown away".

>>34099400

s'alright. Just finished learning about the innate immune system. Now on to the adaptive immune system.

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Gonna go with investigating the flagless ship with LIGHTNING at the ready.

>>34099235
>Investigate the flagless ship
rither they lost their flag or something fishy is going on here

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>>34099437
>fishy

>>34099485
sorry

A guardian of the sea never rests. You hoist your anchor up off the sea floor, reeling in the long chain. With the weight snug up against your underside, you activate your unfolding propeller and zip across the water. A foamy wake follows in your motion.

You keep the lightning on a slow burn, just in case. A tiny flicker of blue light at your core is all that betrays you.

You steadily pull up to the ship. It's...kinda ugly. There's steel plating showing here and there, as if it were an ironclad someone decided to patch with wood. The top is fully wood, though, complete with three main decks, a tall mast with a crow's nest, and a foresail.

You shift your propeller directly beneath you and change the force from magical to mundane. You rise up off the water, a few shocks of lightning snapping on your underside. You stop and hover adjacent to the ship's railing, keeping pace with it as it moves toward the harbor.

The crew are all skeletons.

There's a skeleton at the wheel, and a skeleton in the crow's nest, looking out with an eyeglass poised against an empty white socket. There's a skeleton climbing the rigging, and a few skeletons working on trying off a drawn-in sail. There's even a skeleton washing the decks.

A skeleton approaches you. It's holding a large piece of parchment with bony hands.

What do you do?

>Let this play out for a minute. They're not hurting anyone, yet.
>Demand an explanation from the fleshless crew (write-in)
>You hate skeletons. FIRE THE LIGHTNING

>>34099596
Fucking skeletons.

>Let this play out for a minute. They're not hurting anyone, yet.

But if we hear ONE skeleton pun. ONE. We do:

>You hate skeletons. FIRE THE LIGHTNING

>>34099596
>Let this play out for a minute. They're not hurting anyone, yet.
Would lightning even be effective against skeletons? We may need to think of a backup backup plan.

>>34099596
>>Let this play out for a minute. They're not hurting anyone, yet.

oh boy.

>>34099596
Pulling a "skeleton crew" joke this early in the game seems a little hollow.

>>34099596
>Let this play out for a minute. They're not hurting anyone, yet.

>>34099596
>You hate skeletons. FIRE THE LIGHTNING
Fucking skeletons man

You decide to let let this play out and see what happens. This is the most interesting thing to happen since the seagulls.

The skeleton with the parchment walks up to the railing and faces you. It raises a fist to its mouth and clears its throat.

Wait a minute. It doesn't even have a throat. How did it -

"Greetings, sir or madam," the skeleton reads. Its voice is flat and toneless, and rather high-pitched. "We are a ship from Kuzeckistanbul. We are putting in to your city in order to unload the goods which we have for sale below deck. We are then going to purchase goods which are rare back home and return to sell them. In this manner, we hope to make a profit."

"We do not have a flag because flags are against the law in our country. We are certainly not a ship of foul or bewitched properties that seeks to consume the flesh of a fresh crew. We have nothing to do with necromancy or any arts magical or mundane that may or may not be allowed in your city."

It occurs to you that the skeleton does not have eyes to read, either.

>"...I think an inspection of the cargo bay is in order."
>"Right then, head on through. Keep within the boundaries of the yellow buoys."
>"Bring your captain up here. I want to speak to him directly."
>FIRE THE LIGHTNING

>>34099819
>Fucking skeletons
But anon, they can't bone.

>>34099841
>"...I think an inspection of the cargo bay is in order."

>>34099841
>"...I think an inspection of the cargo bay is in order."

>>34099841
>"...I think an inspection of the cargo bay is in order."

>>34099841
>"...I think an inspection of the cargo bay is in order."
Is it profiling to not trust skeletons? Maybe.

But let's see for sure.

>>34099841
>"Right then, head on through. Keep within the boundaries of the yellow buoys."
We do not exist to protect the city from badly-disguised undead attacks.
We exist only to manage the harbor and immolate anyone who tries to disrupt our order.
However, should they not follow our instructions...

>>34099841
>"...I think an inspection of the cargo bay is in order."

>>34099841
>>"Right then, head on through. Keep within the boundaries of the yellow buoys."

Seems completely legit.

>>34099841
>>"Bring your captain up here. I want to speak to him directly."
>"...I think an inspection of the cargo bay is in order."

>>34099841
>Other
Force them to purchase and use a flag in our waters regardless of what option we go with

"...I think an inspection of the cargo bay is in order."

"Addendum in the case of request of inspection," the skeleton reads. "Our cargo is of a delicate and sensitive nature and can only be fully enjoyed by potential customers if it is unopened until the moment of use. If inspected, the cargo will be ruined, resulting in the loss of all potential profit from our long and arduous journey. Please forward all questions and concerns to the customer service department."

"Alright. Where's customer service?"

The skeleton looks up from the paper and shrugs.

This smells like bullshit.

What do you do?

>"Zalasaramayana Martime Commerce Clause Article 5 Section J grants me the authority to inspect any cargo which enters the city, and it will be inspected before it enters the city." Head down to the cargo bay, by force, if necessary.
>"Bring me your captain, now."
>Just let them on through. What's the worst that could happen?
>FIRE THE LIGHTNING
>some other strategy

>>34099968

we can work that in somewhere

>>34100006
LIGHTING

>>34100006
>>Just let them on through. What's the worst that could happen?

>>34100006
>LIGHTNING THE FIRE

>>34100006
>Just let them on through. What's the worst that could happen?

>>34100006
>>FIRE THE LIGHTNING

>>34100006
FIRE TEH LIGHTENING

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>>34100006
>"Zalasaramayana Martime Commerce Clause Article 5 Section J grants me the authority to inspect any cargo which enters the city, and it will be inspected before it enters the city." Head down to the cargo bay, by force, if necessary.

>>34100006
>"Zalasaramayana Martime Commerce Clause Article 5 Section J grants me the authority to inspect any cargo which enters the city, and it will be inspected before it enters the city." Head down to the cargo bay, by force, if necessary.

>>34100006
>>"Zalasaramayana Martime Commerce Clause Article 5 Section J grants me the authority to inspect any cargo which enters the city, and it will be inspected before it enters the city." Head down to the cargo bay, by force, if necessary.

>>34100006
>>"Zalasaramayana Martime Commerce Clause Article 5 Section J grants me the authority to inspect any cargo which enters the city, and it will be inspected before it enters the city." Head down to the cargo bay, by force, if necessary.

>>34100006
>"Zalasaramayana Martime Commerce Clause Article 5 Section J grants me the authority to inspect any cargo which enters the city, and it will be inspected before it enters the city." Head down to the cargo bay, by force, if necessary.

Nothing is getting past us unless it has been inspected.

>>34100097
Dredd sure changed those votes around fast.

>>34100006
>>"Zalasaramayana Martime Commerce Clause Article 5 Section J grants me the authority to inspect any cargo which enters the city, and it will be inspected before it enters the city." Head down to the cargo bay, by force, if necessary.

>>34100227
We are the law.

>>34100227
Of course.

He is the law.

You LIGHTNING THE FIRE!

Wait, scratch that. Reverse it.

Regardless of wording, a bolt of blue lightning leaps from your iron core and strikes the skeleton in the face. Bone does not conduct your magical power very well - the skeleton has no flesh to burn, no tissues to vaporize. However, the force of the blast sends its head careening off its shoulders. It scampers across the deck to retrieve its skull, and the parchment flutters down into the water.

The entire crew stops and looks at the commotion. You put aside existential concerns about your lack of a voice box and clear your throat.


"Zalasaramayana Martime Commerce Clause Article 5 Section J grants me the authority to inspect any cargo which enters the city, and it will be inspected before it enters the city. If you try to stop me, your lives are..." You pause. "Your unlives will become extremely annoying for the duration of my inspection."

You float over the deck and extend a tripod. Thick metallic claws grip the wooden deck. You march toward the stairs leading below decks.

The skeletons fly at you. Your lighting flashes, knocking four of them backward in quick succession, but there are too many. In a moment, you're surrounded by wave upon wave of bony hands.

Their knuckles rap uselessly on your steel sides. They claw and scrape and try to block your path. You shrug off the pathetic attacks and continue forward. One of the skeletons in front of you trips. You crunch over it, smashing it into the deck. The bits and pieces, however, gravitate toward one another in an attempt to pieces itself whole - but not fast enough to stop you.

A few blasts of lightning blow away the skeletons behind you, but they relentlessly pursue you, knocking on your sides and tugging at your bars. But it's as if flees are trying to stop the dog they're riding on.

>con't

You settle on ignoring them altogether, continuing down into the darkness of the ship. Your bony passengers are banged and scraped against the walls as you move down the thin stairwell.

Eventually, you come to a short hallway. On the left is a wide room. A giant steel crate sits in its center.

On the right are two doors. They're made from steel, and gilded in silver. A complex-looking sigil sits engraved over the knobs. You suppose an undead crewmaster wouldn't care about the view offered from the higher decks - maybe that's the captain's chambers.

What do you do?

>Inspect the cargo room.
>Head in to speak with the captain and get to the bottom of this.
>You've seen enough. Sink the ship to the bottom of the harbor.
>some other strategy

>>34100293
>>Head in to speak with the captain and get to the bottom of this.

>>34100293
>Head in to speak with the captain and get to the bottom of this.

>>34100293
>Head in to speak with the captain and get to the bottom of this.

>>34100293
>>Head in to speak with the captain and get to the bottom of this

>>34100293
>>Head in to speak with the captain and get to the bottom of this.
this anons off to work, good luck all and keep our harbor safe

>>34100293
>Speak in to the bottom of get and captain to the head.

You stomp toward the twin doors, project a mechanical arm from your core, and knock as sternly as you can possibly manage.

"This is the Zalasaramayana Martime Commerce Authority! I demand to speak with the captain, immediately! You are in violation of multiple protocols, including attacking and disrupting the duties of the chief agent of the ZMCA! That's infinity in prison, plus ten years, with no chance of parole!"

The skeletons stop knocking on you. They steadily clamber off and shuffle away, lining themselves up along the hall.

The sliver-lined doors flash. And then, they slowly creak open. You clamber into the dark chamber.

The room is entirely made of steel, lined with silver. Inscriptions flow and snake across the floor like vines, continuing up onto the walls and cross on the cieling. You've rarely seen anything this sophisticated. It reminds you of yourself.

The center of the room holds the sole source of light. There is a red orb hovering quietly over a steel pedestal. It casts the room in shades of red and black.

There's a sound. Clickclickclikcclick, pa-chunk, Click-click-clikcclickclickclick, pa-chunk, click click clatter click...

It continues. You realize where it's coming from - a small, thin slot at the front of the pedestal. There's a piece of partchment slowly extending from the slot. It vibrates slightly in time with the noise.

"What the hell is this shit?" you ask the air.

>con't

There's a sharp snapping sound. The partchment is cut free from the slot and drifts to the floor. You move forward a few steps and snag it off the steel.

[Hello. May I first compliment you on your incredibly masculine, steely physique. Red was always my favorite color. I am the captain of this ship. I am also the ship. My name is Sarah. I hope I may address any concerns that you have regarding my entry into the port of Zalasaramayana. I apologize for the behavior of my skeletons. Being at sea for a long time tends to leave them a little rattled.]

>"Flattery will get you nowhere, babe. What the hell is going on here, exactly?"
>Spend a few moments checking out that sexy silver plating. "So, baby, what can I do for you?"
>"You're in violation of 23 different regulations. First and foremost, you need a flag. I can offer you a Valazararyanamaman flag for $15.99, not including taxes and shipping and handling."
>That's it. NO FUCKING PUNS UP IN THIS PIECE. FIRE THE LIGHTNING.
>some other strategy

>>34100635
>inb4 anons waifu a boat

>>34100635
>>"You're in violation of 23 different regulations. First and foremost, you need a flag. I can offer you a Valazararyanamaman flag for $15.99, not including taxes and shipping and handling."

>>34100635
>"You're in violation of 23 different regulations. First and foremost, you need a flag. I can offer you a Valazararyanamaman flag for $15.99, not including taxes and shipping and handling."

>>34100635
Vigil pls, you can't fool us with a tiny wood-covered drone. Take your skeletons and go kill chaos somewhere else.

>>34100635
>"You're in violation of 23 different regulations. First and foremost, you need a flag. I can offer you a Valazararyanamaman flag for $15.99, not including taxes and shipping and handling."

>>34100660
Isn't someone planning a Kancolle quest now?
It's going to happen.

>>34100635
>Spend a few moments checking out that sexy silver plating.
>"Flattery will get you nowhere, babe. What the hell is going on here, exactly?"

>>34100635
>>Spend a few moments checking out that sexy silver plating. "So, baby, what can I do for you?"

>>34100635
>Spend a few moments checking out that sexy silver plating. "So, baby, what can I do for you?"
>"Flattery will get you nowhere, babe. What the hell is going on here, exactly?"
>"You're in violation of 23 different regulations. First and foremost, you need a flag. I can offer you a Valazararyanamaman flag for $15.99, not including taxes and shipping and handling."

"You're in violation of 23 different regulations. First and foremost, you need a flag. I can offer you a Valazararyanamaman flag for $15.99, not including taxes and shipping and handling."

The slot clitters and clatters and does the odd pa-chunk in regular rhythm. You realize that's the noise it makes each time the writing requires a new line.

[What is the full price including shipping and handling?]

"$24.67."

More clattering. [I accept your offer. You can find my monetary holdings on the main deck.]

"Now, once that's done. What's in the cargo bay?"

[Preserved crystalline butterflies from Mount St. Gulgog. Exposure to air will ruin their properties as magical catalysts. They are used in alchemy. Also, my stomach.]

"I'm sorry. Did you just say your stomach?"

[That is correct. I consume the flesh of my crew to live. This is why they are skeletons. Please do not sink me out of misplaced hatred. It is what I am.]

>Sounds like a fantastic way to clear out Zalasaramayana death row. It's been getting a little stuffy. "According to reference notes found in Appendix C of the Maritime Code, I can waive sentencing of your offenses in exchange for a public service to the city."
>"And what you are is sick and disgusting. Time to die."
>"That's it? Go on in. If anyone's stupid enough to be fooled by your skeletons, they deserve what's coming to them."
>some other strategy

>>34100885
>>Sounds like a fantastic way to clear out Zalasaramayana death row. It's been getting a little stuffy. "According to reference notes found in Appendix C of the Maritime Code, I can waive sentencing of your offenses in exchange for a public service to the city."

>>34100885
>Sounds like a fantastic way to clear out Zalasaramayana death row. It's been getting a little stuffy. "According to reference notes found in Appendix C of the Maritime Code, I can waive sentencing of your offenses in exchange for a public service to the city."

>>34100885
>>Sounds like a fantastic way to clear out Zalasaramayana death row. It's been getting a little stuffy. "According to reference notes found in Appendix C of the Maritime Code, I can waive sentencing of your offenses in exchange for a public service to the city."

>>34100885
>Sounds like a fantastic way to clear out Zeromayonnaise death row. It's been getting a little stuffy. "According to reference notes found in Appendix C of the Maritime Code, I can waive sentencing of your offenses in exchange for a public service to the city."

>>34100885
>>Sounds like a fantastic way to clear out Zalasaramayana death row. It's been getting a little stuffy. "According to reference notes found in Appendix C of the Maritime Code, I can waive sentencing of your offenses in exchange for a public service to the city."

>>34100916
>>34100919
>>34100950
>>34101019
>>34101074
Should we hold a tiebreaker? This is a real close one Harbor Master.

Oh god what beauty is this before me

picked the fuck up

>>34100916
>>34100919
>>34100950
>>34101019
>>34101074
One of these things is not like the other.
One of these things just doesn't belong.

>>34101208
Ha!

I see it now.

Sounds like a fantastic way to clear out Zalasaramayana death row. It's been getting a little stuffy.

"According to reference notes found in Appendix C of the Maritime Code," you say, "I can waive sentencing of your offenses in exchange for a public service to the city."

[What sort of service did you have in mind?]

You tell her.

Her little red light flickers and bobs for a moment, deciding, and then more parchment starts to print. [This is acceptable. It will be nice to have regular meals without resorting to duplicity.]

There's some hashing out of the particulars, but sure enough, Sarah understands her position quite clearly. She almost seems excited to dock. You tell her you'll arrange the particulars with customs.

"And remember," you say, "stay INSIDE the yellow buoys. Unless you want your hull scraped to hell and back and a $2,000 fine for disturbing the local wildlife."

[Understood. Thank you for your patience in these matters.]

"The law is absolute," you say, "but lucky for you, I am the law."

You turn to leave, but more clattering makes you stop. Sarah prints out another sheet. [I apologize for attempting to flatter you. I was prepared for the worst. I was unsure of how to approach the situation. I hope to see you again shortly with the prison inmates.]

"If I have time. I'm a busy buoy."

With another situation settled, you leave the ship, and cruise off across the harbor. The sun is at the horizon, now, and you have dinner arrangements.

>con't

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Joe's house is humble, but comfortable, the dwelling of a modestly successful fisherman. You sit in the dining room with him and his mother. Dinner is her family curry recipe on a bed of rice - just the thin to hit the spot. You love that curry.

"Thanks for inviting me, Mrs. G," you say.

"Why, certainly, buoy," Joe's mother says. "Always a pleasure. So, now, this Sarah girl sounds rather nice."

"Our relationship is strictly professional."

"Mm-hmm." Mrs. Garfield is getting on in years, her hair only having a few black strands left - but she's still in great shape for her age. A twinkle dances in her eyes. "The way you speak about her says more than you realize, I think."

"Don't encourage him." Joe shovels a spoonful of curry into his mouth, chews, swallows. "I don't know why you always play into his stories."

"It's just what happened, Joe," you say.

"You expect me to believe," he says, "that you ran into a living steel ship, clad in wood as a shoddy disguise, crewed by skeletons, ferrying alchemical ingredients and seeking more flesh to devour?"

You set your fork down. "Joe. What do you see when you look at me?"

"Buoy," he says, "I just see you."

"Dude, I'm a talking buoy."

"So?"

"So why can't you believe me about Poseidon, and the seagulls - they're developing a hive mind, I swear to Kana - and this ship?"

"You're one fantastical thing that exists," he says. "That doesn't prove the existence of other such things. In fact, if you take the law of averages, it means I'm even more unlikely to encounter something similar in my lifetime. I've met the quota."

"...well, I guess that makes sense, in a way."

>con't

"It's alright, Buoy," Mrs. Garfield says. "I believe you. Now, when are you going to see her again?"

You sigh. "When I bring her the inmates. Look, romance is for lesser beings."

"That's what the young men always say."

"Young men are not saying that," Joe says stiffly.

"Hmph. When I met your father - "

"Oh, here we go."

Mrs. Garfield ignores him, going on at length about Joe's father. He's been convinced, since he was younger, that she just made him into this great and powerful wizard to entertain him. But over the years, she never backed away from her stories.

She's never told him that Mr. Garfield is the one that made you. You wonder why...but you decided not to stand by her choice.

"Now, let's get back to Sarah," Mrs. Garfield says.

You make a good-natured groan.

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I think I want to keep these threads short and sweet, we've had a good episode for today. No need to drag things out.

I've actually picked up some ideas for future threads, though, so many another one sooner rather than later!

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By the way, Shadow Quest devotees, and others, if you haven't heard, I'm publishing my book this Saturday, and you all get free copies for being cool people. See my /tg/ twitter feed for links to the facebook page and my real-life twitter.

https://twitter.com/ShadowMaster_tg

I'm giving freebies through Monday. Just drop me an email at the email address located on the relevant pages and let me know what format you want it in; PDF, .epub, .mobi, etc. I will send it to you directly. Don't worry if you don't get an immediate response, I won't be sending them out until the book is public at the online vendors.

I'll hang out for a but if anyone has questions on this or anything else I'm doing or have done.

>>34101481

>Harbor Quest is slowly getting fleshed out

SM, don't lie to us, you cannot leave a story untold, can you?

>>34101481
edgy quest when?

>>34101522
>SM, don't lie to us, you cannot leave a story untold, can you?

Heh.

Honestly, that little detail jumped into my mind as I wrote that line. It seemed -right-, so I wrote it.

Who knows? Bits and pieces between the absurdities give it more personality, I think, whether or not it goes anywhere.

>>34101481
It's already over.
Already!

I just fucking got here!
Thanks for the thread tho.

>She's never told him that Mr. Garfield is the one that made you.
Why did this actually give me feels? This singular line hit something... deep.

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>>34101481
HARBURMASTURR!

>>34101554
Was it your cervix?

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>>34101481
>but you decided not to stand by her choice.

Whoops. That should be you DID stand by her choice, which makes much more sense, given the context.

>>34101548

Once I fall into a regular school schedule. I start in September.

My program condenses 6 years into less than three years, so I need to get a sense of my workload before I can commit to anything. Also writing the sequel of my book, to, so, you know.

>>34101582

>my face

Missed you too, anon.

>>34101611
>writing a sequel before the first is even read en masse
>this fucking guy

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>>34101595
No, it was the ocean floor.

>>34101611

Looking back on SQ, and now that it's been a few months, what things are you glad the players handled well?

Which of our shitstorms were you most disappointed with?

I always thought the Xella debacle was most retarded, but you probably have your own favorite.

>>34101682
I remember the Xella debate. Man, it was so intensely gratifying when everyone else figured out that she was bad news. Being right never felt so good.

Archived the thread on suptg.

>>34101646

But if I don't write it, how will I find out what happens?!

>>34101682

Handled well:

- infiltration into Magnock's lair
- Archonium
- dealing and managing Yi Fang
- fight against Metatron
- the big battle against the demon armies
- the ending

Oh shit what are you doing:

- Xella
- kissing Abigail
- Xile

Ila best girl.

>>34101758

lel, I pretty much agree.

I voted for permanent daughterfuing Abigail, but /tg/ let's their dick think for them 10/10 times

>>34101758
Can you tell me how Adavan is doing right now, SM?

I need to know. For personal reasons.

>>34101758
On a scale of 1 to Take-a-Seat how much did you initially believe we'd wind up with Abigail when you introduced her?

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>>34101758
>Ila best girl.
look at that face and tell me that's not pure best girl

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>>34101758
Joey needed to tell more stories about our adventures, say what you want to about the little fucker he could tell a story

>>34101847

When not engaging in turbo siege mode, Adavan now teaches at the Archonium. He keeps his knowledge of mental magics carefully hidden, after deciding with Hecate that it was something better left forgotten.

Hecate is now dedicating most of her time to catching up on 700 years of literature and culture she missed, as well as researching a way to restore Adavan's flesh. After consulting with Yi Fang, she discovered that his method involves the regular ingestion of a special alchemical preservative he devised himself, along with a tiny bit of a constant magic feed to provide energy for his body's normal metabolic processes. He never lost his body in the first place, so that method won't work for Adavan.

Shadow has the sense that she wants to ask him, and by extension, Vigil, for help. You're just waiting for her to come around in her own time.

Adavan has built a cabin in the mountains near the Palthair mines. He visits there often with Hecate to get away from the city, and also as a special diplomat to Palthair. He's been helping the city get back on its feet after Magnock's temporary invasion.

>>34101932

Well...I decided to provide a way to "age her up", so to speak, so that she could be relevant in your battles. That had the side effect of making her a potential romantic interest. The writer in me worked it into awkward feels, but I was hoping it wouldn't go all the way. Well, it's a thing, that's for sure.

>>34101972

Remember, way back, when Donovan reached into the water to pull you out after you held off the Kanian armies at Jacob's Field? There was a roll for that. You rolled very well, and he grabbed you.

If he didn't, you would have been washed downriver and, as a result, encountered Ila far earlier.

At the end of the day, Abigail provided a strong romantic interest that was satisfying in its own way, but it's one of those things I never intended from the start.

>>34102008

I'm glad I was able to bring Joey back into the story in a creative way. I think it turned out really well. Also, sweet picture. Definitely Joey as a prince of Atlantis.

>>34102074
So.

How IS Ila doing?

>>34102111

She's ok, anon. She's ok.

She sees the werewolf, Young Bull, here and there, but she's not really much into developing a relationship. She needs a bit more time.

>>34101847
If i remember corectly he was taking things slow in a relationship with his wifu Hecate, we can safely asume they get married, have a bazillion babies and sneak into peoples dreams together and discover true love. but not as much as shadow and abby who have like a millionzillion more babies and are just constantly banging, think archmage abbigail is making sure archon is the best it can be? nope, she fucking her husband the god of darkness in her superarmour that he gave her and they lived forever and ever and never stoped having amazing sex forever. BEST END.

>>34102143
Also, you said you archived this thread, but I swear I can't find it.

>>34102111
Went out on a date with the werewolf guy.

>>34102164
It's... uhh
"Magical Edgelord Quest" - We shove a loli buoy into a box to magically age it into our waifu.

>>34102153
I don't know forever is a long time and shit has to hit the fan at some point in abby's/shadow's relationship.

>>34102178
Is it possible to update the tags to match the first quest?

>>34102164

Me neither.

>>34102178

Ha! He finally got me. That's what I get for not posting Quest in the subject field, I suppose.

>>34102178
you must admit that is a pretty good description.

>>34102199
>shit has to hit the fan at some point in abby's/shadow's relationship.
sure but then they quickly make up and head to vigils cyberspace to have the best makeup sex between possibly the two most powerfull beings the universe had ever known. and all was well.