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>>36122864
The clattering and stomping of horse hooves against the stone streets is nothing compared to the cheers and the yells of the crowd standing alongside the street, making their bets and cheering for their favorite adventurer. You, Miss Eckhardt, Rusky, and Stiina stand in the street, watching and observing along with other marketeers before the Joust reopens. Miss Eckhardt herself doesn’t look very interested, unlike you and Stiina.

Heck, you got thirty silver down on this.

What you were watching now was a street Joust. There was only a rope to indicate the barrier between horses, different equipment and horses between adventurers, and a street for them to bear lances against one other. Of course this was all before the actual Joust between the nobles themselves of course.

The first adventurer, a hefty man wearing a huge iron breastplate and leather armor underneath rears his horse, heaving his lance into the air. The crowd goes wild, the women especially throwing their garters and their hats to him. You didn’t know his name, but you did know him as the Big One.

The other adventurer does not have the luxury of a breastplate, only a small shield. What he lacks in protection, he can make up for in accuracy without a cumbersome shield to stop his aim or a breastplate to lock his arms. You knew not his name either, but you knew him as the Underdog.

Stiina leans in towards you, whispering. “Which one were you betting on winning again?”

> Underdog
> Big one
> Write in

>>36122874
>Underdog

profit

>>36122874
> Underdog

>>36122874
>> Underdog
Why not

>>36122874
> Underdog
FUCK YEAH, THIS QUEST!

>>36122940
Wouldn't get too excited. This is apparently the last one.

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>>36123013
I know...

>>36123013
Yeah, there go everyone's plans

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>>36123056
You are not alone.

>>36123091
I suspect those are why this is the last thread.

>>36123147

The Magic Shop series of quests seem to only go on for a few threads and never seem to settle on any one character as a protagonist for long. Perhaps next time we'll play as that debt collector or as a member of the expeditionary force that the princess may assemble.

>>36123013
>This is apparently the last one
where'd you get that from?
That would really suck.

>>36123379

QM's twitter:

https://twitter.com/GermanSchteel/status/532625290263265280

>>36123379
His twitter said this is the final thread.

>>36123379
>GermanSchteel @GermanSchteel
>The final thread of Poor Trader Quest is up.

> Underdog

You cross your arms. “The underdog there.” You point to him as he sits upon his dark little courser, accompanied by his companion, a tan-skinned woman. “He’s got spunk and I like it. And he better win otherwise that’s 30 silver down the drain.”

Miss Eckhardt nods. “Good thing you don’t have a gambling addiction.”

Oh, it could be far worse than a gambling addiction.

Satchel, standing in the front alongside with Herringbone, laughs. “I told you you’re making a big mistake, that boy couldn’t hold a lance if it was his second hand!” Herringbone simply shrugs, watching eagerly for contact.

The judge throws down the towel, signaling the charge. The two charge at each other, bringing their lances down. Stiina holds onto your arm, eagerly, waiting for it to come to blows. Miss Eckhardt as well glances up, apparently interested now. Rusky howls, jumping up and down trying to get a view of the action.

They close in at full gallop. No facial protection, not even chest protection for the underdog. Just raw spirit and determination!

And finally, contact is made.

The Underdog flips off his horse, end over end, splinters of wood showering over him. The Big One cheers, throwing down his broken Lance and throwing his arms in the air as the crowd cheers him on. “Yes, yes! Ahahaha!”

“Whooo!” Stiina claps, running over to the Big One.

Ah.

Damn it.

Satchel grins smugly, holding out his hand. “Well…?”

> “Fine. You got lucky, Satchel.”
> “Um, it appears I left my silver back at the Market Square.”
> Write in

>>36123403
> “Fine. You got lucky, Satchel.”

>>36123403
> “Fine. You got lucky, Satchel.”

>>36123403
>> “Fine. You got lucky, Satchel.”

>>36123403

> “Fine. You got lucky, Satchel.”

>>36123403
Would you be swayed if the overwhelming majority wanted to continue playing poor trader?

>>36123301
I think it's becaise people were trying to turn it into a story about a traveling harem rather than, as the OP probably intended, a story about a down on his luck merchant.

>>36123403
>“Fine. You got lucky, Satchel.”

>>36123527

I don't think that's the case. I think GermanSchteel just wants to tell the story about the Magic Shop universe from a lot of differing points of view rather than just from one type of person.

>>36123549
Maybe. This is the first one of his quests I've played. I didn't know it was part of an existing universe.

> “Fine. You got lucky, Satchel.”

You place the sack of coins into his grubby little greedy hands that filthy dwarf. “There, you got lucky, Satchel. It’s going to run out one day,” you say.

He chuckles, tossing it into his own personal inventory rift. “I tell you what, so is yours, Kanenas. You and these pretty little girls, and your shop of yours? It’s all going to run out one day,” he says. “Just saying, you better prepared to fish for gold in the Dustbowl like the humans of old.” Ah yes, the Dustbowl. It took nearly a century to cultivate all the farmlands lost during the Great Winter. Humanity nearly went extinct then.

“Sure,” you say. You gently punch him on the shoulder, letting him wander back to his stand at the Jousting Grounds. You walk over to Stiina, as she exchanges words with the Big One.

“… now jousting, it’s a noble sport, an adventurous sport fraught with risks and all that,” says the Big One as he looks down on Stiina from his horse. He smiles warmly, being a bit more sociable than you thought he’d be. “Miss, are you going to be partaking in the Joust?”

Stiina smiles. “Well, I’d love to, but I don’t have a horse.”

And as if on-cue, the Underdog walks up to the two, walking his horse on a bridle. “As is custom.” He limps a bit, holding his chest. He sets the bridle into the hands of the Big One. “Very good contact. Damn near killed me.”

[1/2]

>>36123790
[2/2]

The Big One nods, handing the bridle off to Stiina. “Next time, be better prepared. If I had hit you in the head or if you landed the wrong way, things could’ve been much worse. ” He looks down at Stiina. “And as for you, Miss, some up and coming nobles like myself will be partaking in the Joust alongside the likes of the Princess herself and even Lord Lamarr. Guy by the name of Sir Schwarz as well is coming in, scary guy, seems familiar.” He gives Stiina a thumbs up. “Sign up’s at the grounds, hopefully I’ll see you.” He spurs his horse on, happily walking along with his companions to the grounds.

Stiina happily looks at the horse, grinning.

Oh now, you know that look, she’s got an idea.

> “You’re not jousting.”
> “So you’re gonna joust, huh?”
> Write in

>>36123807
>> “So you’re gonna joust, huh?”
We'll even put some money down on you
It's not an addiction

>>36123807
> “So you’re gonna joust, huh?”

Gunna laugh if we end up doing > “You’re not jousting.”

>>36123807

> “So you’re gonna joust, huh?”

>>36123807
> “So you’re gonna joust, huh?”

>>36123807
>“So you’re gonna joust, huh?”

We got any old cooking pots?
>Hey Stiina, you'll need some armour if you're going to joust. And I just so happen to have some genuine Tirinian-era plate. And just for you, a special discount...

>>36123807
>>36124005
I back this. I back this so much.

>>36123807
She's either dead, or going to be injured, taken care of by the big guy, and they end up together
Guardfags will be devestated

>>36124066
Okay, I'm worried now. Fuck you.

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> “So you’re gonna joust, huh?”

You cross your arms. “So you’re jousting?”

She smiles at you and Miss Eckhardt. “Oooh, maybe. I mean…” She shrugs. Then after a minute of awkwardly staring at you both, she then says, “Yeah, totally.”

“Well, you’re lucky the Black Baron isn’t around,” says Miss Eckhardt. “Otherwise you’d never walk out of the Jousting ring alive.” She’s blunt, but that’s otherwise completely true.

“Speaking of walking out of the Jousting ring alive,” you say. “Stiina, you realize how dangerous the sport is? You’re a City Guard, you don’t even have a breastplate.”

Stiina waves you off. “They give us shields and lances. It’ll be fine!” She quickly hops onto the horse, and it whines, hopping up a bit and nearly sending Stiina off. “Whoa! Okay!” She hugs the horse’s neck. “Now, admittedly, I haven’t ridden a horse since I was a child but I should be able to hold myself at a simple gallop. That’s what stirrups are for.”

You sigh. “Just be careful, Stiina. I don’t want to see you get lamed out there.” She smiles warmly on you. “That would cost me money.” She drops her smile, glaring at you. “I’m just saying.”

“Right.” She giggles a bit, snapping the reins and sending the horse forward to the Grounds.

Miss Eckhardt looks to you, crossing her arms. “The Joust doesn’t start for another few hours. Anything you want to do?”

> Get some Breakfast
> We can just walk and talk
> Get to the stand, prepare to sell stuff
> Write in

>>36124213
>> Get some Breakfast

>>36124213

> Get some Breakfast

>>36124213
TRAINING MONTAGE TO GET HER READY!

>>36124213
>Get some Breakfast

I get the feeling that most of the customers won't be coming in until an hour or so before the joust. We'd just be trying to hawk our wares to other people setting up their own stalls.

>>36124213
>Try to get Stiina a proper breastplate.

She's going to need one anyways when she joins the Free Companies.

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>“Well, you’re lucky the Black Baron isn’t around,” says Miss Eckhardt. “Otherwise you’d never walk out of the Jousting ring alive.” She’s blunt, but that’s otherwise completely true.

>Guy by the name of Sir Schwarz as well is coming in, scary guy, seems familiar.

>>36124213
>> Get some Breakfast

> Get some Breakfast

-

-

You drop fourty silver to the man at the food stand then bring over your plates of food to the little table amongst others to Miss Eckhardt and Rusky. The grounds aren’t open just yet which means there are scarce few people here, other than the merchants getting ready to peddle their wears like you and the cooks getting all the food prepared.

Still, twenty silver for a full meal? At least Miss Eckhardt paid for it otherwise you’d never eat anything here, you’d rather starve.

But then again, strudel with cream, a cup of ale, a few cubes of cheese, and even a pork rib. Excellent! You haven’t had anything so filling. And it’s probably why Miss Eckhardt is looking at you as if you were slaughtering a baby that you’re eating so fast. You look up at her, confused. “What?”

Miss Eckhardt sighs. “You could at least use your utensils.”

You look to the side. Knife and fork, right. You take both, then start eating slightly more slowly. “Riiight… so Miss Eckhardt. You never really gave me a real answer about what you wanted to do.”

Miss Eckhardt shrugs, handing the pork rib off to Rusky, who happily chews it as he lies down next to her. “As much as I trust you, Mister Kanenas, and I have trusted much to you.” Oh yes, very much. “I’m not entirely sure about it.”

You nod. “You still don’t want to leave the High City?”

“I grew up here,” she says. “Like I said, the adventuring life isn’t for me. I’d like to live my days here, and if invasion comes and tries to force me out, I’ll just sit at my doorstep and let it happen, come what may.”

> “I’ll respect that.”
> “You should go, it’ll be fun.”
> Write in

>>36124636
>> “I’ll respect that.”
Yeah okay

>>36124636
Adventuring is more about the people you're with than the things you do. A good band sticks together and gets one another. You didn't fit in with your last group, but you will fit in with some weirdos like us.

>>36124636
>> “I’ll respect that.”

>>36124636
>“I’ll respect that.”
>Write in

There's a lot to experience out there even if you're a perfectly sane person who doesn't want to risk her life for an adrenaline rush and dubious promises of treasure.

>>36124636
> “I’ll respect that.”

>>36124636

> “I’ll respect that.”

>>36124737
That's a good point. Kanenas isn't looking to go adventuring, he's just moving a business.

>>36124636
>> “I’ll respect that.”

> “I’ll respect that.”

You nod. “I’ll respect that, Miss Eckhardt. You’ll at least stick to your principles.” You take a sip of ale. You sigh, if you are going to shove off and leave the High City, you will miss Miss Eckhardt. Those lovely legs of hers, that firm rear, her cute little squeaks when- No, no, that’s your business, no one else’s.

Still however, now you are kind of worried for Stiina. Hopefully she gets some easy targets in during the Joust.

You finally finish off your breakfast, licking at the rest of it as it lies on your fingertips. “That’s good, very good.” You look around, then blink. Hm, is that… “Um, Miss Eckhardt.” She looks up then looks to where you’re pointing.

Down on a bench at a table lies a very worn out Vogelvolk, a very familiar Vogelvolk. A torn up and tattered looking blanket lies over him, and his bags have all spilled out, revealing jars, bottles, and metal parts. Is he dead?

A janitor walks by. “He ain’t dead. He just showed up here last night, we couldn’t make him leave, so we just left him there,” he says.

Ah. Aloysious.

> Eh, go see what’s wrong with him
> Well, back to your stand.
> Write in

>>36125146
>> Eh, go see what’s wrong with him
Rifle through his pockets, we might find a clue as to what happened

>>36125146
> Eh, go see what’s wrong with him

>>36125146
> Eh, go see what’s wrong with him

>>36125146
> Eh, go see what’s wrong with him

>>36125146
>Eh, go see what’s wrong with him

Maybe he lost something or has something to sell so he can eat.

>>36125239
>a very familiar Vogelvolk.
only one we know far as we know is the one who gave us a gun to sell. he is an inventor. so we may get some stuff to sell at our stall.

>>36125146
> Eh, go see what’s wrong with him
Any one have an idea of who he is?

>>36125476
Dude that made the gun

> Eh, go see what’s wrong with him

You and Miss Eckhardt walk over to him. You gently place your hand on his feathers, then nudge him a bit. “Oi, Aloysious. Are you awake?” He grumbles, fluttering his wings rapidly before settling down. “Aloysious, it’s me, Kanenas. You remember me?”

He turns over, intent on warding you off. But he immediately falls down on the ground, and starts flailing his wings and his legs, screaming and squawking. You and Miss Eckhardt back off. “Agh! Kut, kut, kut!” he yells in his native dialect. “Flikker op, sunava bitch!”

Well, that’s one way to greet you.

He turns over again, writing himself. He grabs his head, groaning. “What- what do you want!?”

“It’s me, Kanenas.” You motion to Miss Eckhardt, who simply hides behind you as a human shield. “And this is Miss Eckhardt. Remember us?”

“Eh?” He squints his eyes at you two, standing up straight and proceeding to tower over you all by over a foot. “Ooooh…” He looks inebriated, plastered like a statue. “I remember you, sort of. You’re the chap I sold my Schietgeweer to.” You clambers back onto the bench, then slams his head on the table. “Go away.”

You cross your arms. “What’s wrong?”

He flicks his wing at you, and you flinch backward in surprise. “Isn’t it obvious!? Nobody will take my design!” He throws his bag at you, revealing messes of torn up papers, revealing sketches and concepts. “All of it is worthless, worthless!” He cries, sobbing on the table.

The janitor walks over. “Hey, birdbrain. You’re going to be much longer? Joust is going to start in a bit.”

“Give me another hour!” shouts Aloysious.

> “Maybe you shouldn’t have sold the prototype to me.”
> Comfort Aloysious
> “Well, that’s sad.”
> Write in

>>36125593
> Comfort Aloysious

>>36125593
>Comfort Aloysious
"They aren't worthless, they are just ahead of their time."
Think we could try help him sell them to that sexy lady?

>>36125593
>> Comfort Aloysious
See about purchasing a few guns from him.
cost +10%
so long as he can make them before jousting tournament is over.

>>36125593
>Comfort Aloysious
Sad that is

>>36125593
>Take a look at his design

>>36125593
>Look at his designs

>Comfort Aloysious

We do personally know the Princess, and she knows us. Maybe we can try to pitch something like that to her, as the anon in >>36125642
suggested.

Also, maybe he just needs to think smaller? Bows and crossbows have cornered the long-range market so far, but maybe a compact sidearm would be a better sell.

>>36125664
this. if he can make a few, we can sell em at like 2k a piece, during the tournament.

>>36125704
Or larger! make fucking CANNONS!

>>36125738

I think they already have cannons in this setting.

>>36125593
What >>36125704 says. The Princess is going to be leading a military expedition. It's the perfect opportunity to show off his prototypes in actual combat rather than trying to peddle them in the capital.

>>36125769
Bigger cannons!
or maybe he has something that just vibrates?

> Comfort Aloysious

You sit down next to Aloysious. “There, there…” You pat him on the back as he sobs. “Come on, it’s not all bad. I mean, you have yourself a fine weapon, it’s just far too ahead of its time perhaps.” You snap your finger. “Tell you what, I happen to know the Princess, perhaps-“

“Forget it!” he shouts. “I tried to implore her of the idea last night!” He slams his wing on the table. “And all we did was have sex!”

“Yeah-“ You blink. What? “You… nevermind.” You suppose they don’t call her the promiscuous for nothing. “Look, Aloysious. You shouldn’t beat yourself up like this. Maybe you just need better marketing.”

“I suppose,” he says. He stands up. “You know what, forget it, Mister Kaneas.” He hops onto the table, his talons digging into the wood construction. “From here on out! I will travel, and I will show the worth of the Schietgeweer by any means necessary! It will be done!” He flicks his wing at you in a point. “Mister Kanenas, Miss Eckhardt, you two will be credited as my co-inventors for supporting me! But now I must go!” He flies off, taking his designs and his bags with him.

You sigh. You were hoping you could sell more of those useless things.

The bell rings across the city. The Joust is about to begin. Miss Eckhardt stands up. “Looks like the joust is about to begin. Shall we head down to the ring?”

> Go to the ring
> Go to your stall
> Write in

>>36125977
>> Go to your stall

>>36125977
> Go to the ring

>>36125977
> Go to your stall
Set things up

>>36125977

> Go to your stall

>>36125977
>> Go to your stall at the Joust

>>36125977
Go on and watch miss Eckhardt, I need to be at the stall at the joust, merchants work is never done.

>>36125977
>Go to the ring
Let's at last watch Stinna's match

>>36125977
> Go to your stall

> Go to your stall

The stall at the Jousting Grounds is much neater, much more sturdier, so much more sturdier that Miss Eckhardt can sit on the counter as people start coming out for the Joust. Your stall is on a platform behind the seating area for the people coming to watch, allowing you a good view of the ring while you sell items and the like. With all these books Miss Eckhardt has and all these knick-knacks you have secured, things should be relatively good.

The trumpets sound off, signaling the approach of all the competitors. You see Stiina on her horse, wearing a borrowed helmet and a borrowed rusty breastplate as she rides along with all of them. The crowd starts cheering on and on, waving garters, flags, and handkerchiefs to the many.

You’re not even worried that all of the other competitors look more well-equipped than she does, if anything she stands out.

They trot onto the field, facing Lord Lamarr at his own little viewing station. They raise their lances in salute. And then the crowd quietens down.

Lord Lamarr stands up, smiling upon everyone. “Ladies and gentlemen, of the High City of Imperial City! Welcome to this year’s King’s Day Joust! Before us stand the brave, the proud, those who would venture forth from their homes to face the unknown, and for that we thank them for their service to King and Country! All of them! So dine well, eat your fill, and enjoy the festivities! Happy King’s Day!” The crowd cheers.

Miss Eckhardt smiles. “We’re about to sing the anthem.” You roll your eyes. “Ah, come on. I know you’re a foreigner, but any good man knows the anthem.”

> Sing with them
> Stay silent
> Write in

>>36126408
>Sing with them

Might as well. Don't want any potential customers to remember us as that one dude who didn't sing.

>>36126408
> Sing with them
Why not?

>>36126408
> Write in
Could we play our Reso along to the tune?

>>36126408

> Sing with them

>>36126408
>Sing with them
Pull out our Reso, might get us a bit of attention

>>36126408
>Sing with them
>Play instrument if appropriate

> Sing with them

You cross your arms. “Don’t test me, Miss Eckhardt. I’ll pass every time.” The trumpets begin sounding. And with that follows the singing of thousands. From the old, to the young, to the men to the women, to the soldiers to the merchants and the adventurers. All people of Therindel, divided but united under a single flag. Their song echoes through the plains, through the mountains, and over the hills and far away, unlike the Elves who tried to silence it.


We will rally from the hillside, we’ll gather from the plains
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!
We will fight them round the bend and we’ll fight them on the main
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!

The kingdom forever, we’ll never let it down!
Down with the Elven, and up with the crown!
While we’ll rally round his flag, boys, rally once again!
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!

We are springing to the cause as he came to from before
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!
And we’ll fill the vacant ranks with a million freemen more
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!

The kingdom forever, we’ll never let it down!
Down with the Elven, and up with the crown!
While we’ll rally round his flag, boys, rally once again!
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!


The crowd cheers, happily shouting and throwing up their caps, stomping their feet, and singing more verses to the anthem. The Joust will begin now! Miss Eckhardt happily claps, being one of the louder singers to it. Rusky howls, sitting in front of the stall, his head up high as he howls. “Glorious!” yells Miss Eckhardt. “Most glorious!”

> Start shouting and heralding
> Talk to Miss Eckhardt
> Go down to the Ring, see if Stiina is available
> Write in

I'm gonna miss this quest.

>>36126802
>Start shouting and heralding
Get your stuff to throw at losers

>>36126802

> Talk to Miss Eckhardt

>>36126802
>Start shouting and heralding

>>36126802
> Go down to the Ring, see if Stiina is available
Give her our favor.

>>36126802
>Start shouting and heralding

>>36126802
> Start shouting and heralding

> Start shouting and heralding

“Come one, come all! We’ve got wares of all kind here!” You pick up one of Miss Eckhardt’s books. “Here we’ve got books from the ancient times! From the times of elves and the King himself!” You pick up a bowl, just a simple clay bowl you found lying on the street. “And an elven war disk, used to slaughter countless thousands of humans! What will you pay for this!? I’d pay fifty silver which is the actual price!”

Unfortunately, not many people really go for anything. A few hours pass by with no biters. You have to assume this is mostly because of the Joust. Nobody is interested in books or a bowl. They’re interested in the prospect of watching someone possibly get killed. You sigh, uncivilized it is.

“Ooh, lala~!” You blink. Could it be? Miss Sloane Selachi, crossing her arms and smiling at you. “If it isn’t Kasimir Kanenas at the Joust. I thought you wouldn’t be able to afford to sell at the Joust this year.”

You shrug. “I raised the money. You going to buy something?”

She scratches her chin, looking over Miss Eckhardt’s wares. Miss Eckhardt happily pulls up a book for her. “We’ve got lots of different genres and other topics for you to read! All within an affordable price.”

“Hmm…” Sloane looks at you. “What do you think, Kasimir?”

> “Just buy something and leave.”
> “They’re good, buy one.”
> “Heck, I’m not making this decision for you, you’re a grown up.”
> Write in

>>36127212
> “They’re good, buy one.”

>>36127212
>“They’re good, buy one.”

>>36127212
>“They’re good, buy one.”

We can actually say this with authority because Kasimir was an archaeologist.

>>36127212
> “They’re good, buy one.”

>>36127212
>> “They’re good, buy one.”

> “They’re good, buy one.”

“You know me, I’m a scholar. They’re good, Sloane, so you should at least buy one or two.”

Sloane smiles happily, picking up a book and looking it over. She flips through the pages. “Ew, Old Standard.” Miss Eckhardt visibly deflates at that. “Hm… you got anything in Modern?”

Miss Eckhardt nods, holding up a book, a very huge book. “We have the Orevango Trilogy. Fifty silver.” Sloane happily sets down the silver for it, taking it and quickly tossing it into her inventory rift without much of a thought. “Thank you!” Instantly, Miss Eckhardt is lot happier now.

Sloane nods. “Yeah, yeah.” She looks to you. “Hey, Kasimir, since your mother made that dent into your debt, I was wondering.” You quirk your brow. “You know, once you pay it off. Do you know what you’re going to do?”

You sigh. “It’s not going to be anything with you, Sloane. I’m sorry.” She frowns at that, grunting. “I don’t know what I’ll do when it’s paid off. You should get a move on, alright?”

She nods. “Yeah, see you round.” She walks off, her hips swaying as she goes to watch the Joust.

Miss Eckhardt says, “A bit frigid, don’t you think?”

“Loan sharks, I just can’t get into it,” you say. You hear the explosion of a shattering lance and the cheer of the crowd.

The announcer yells, “Sir Seversky Schwarz has unhorsed Jerome Jericho! Sir Schwarz advances! His next opponent, Princess Patricia Parisia Perrinius Prometheus the Prmoiscuous!”

“Hey!” The Princess leans on your counter, chewing on an apple happily, not even bothering with a breastplate of her own. You could probably figure that out though, she’d need at least two for those puppies. “Looks like I’m up next!” She smiles at you, and Miss Eckhardt looks at you a bit enviously. “So, Kasimir, gonna dump this spot, see me wipe the little smarmy bastard off the field?”

> “Not right now.”
> “Sure.”
> Write in

>>36127633
>> “Not right now.”
There's money to be possibly made here.
Fuck princesses, get money.

>>36127633

> “Not right now.”

>>36127633
>> “Not right now.”

>>36127212
> “They’re good, buy one.”

>>36127633
I secretly hope the slut dies

>>36127633
>“Not right now.”

A man and his apprentice must eat.

>>36127633
> “Not right now.”
As much as I would love to we both know it'll be no contest you'll win. Might as well tend the shop before the good heats get going.

>>36127633

> “Not right now.”
>> Write in
"What's the point? We already know you're going to crush him."

She's obviously going to get wrecked but let's at least give her confidence.

>>36127633
>sloane will never have her husbando

>>36127781

She wouldn't be wearing something like that at a tourney unless she's extremely skilled, extremely vain, or extremely magically protected. Possibly all three.

>>36127847
All three is most likely.

>>36127847
No anon, the story calls for her getting REKT, can't you feel it in the air?

>>36127868
Considering that the high nobles in this setting are close to demi-gods I doubt it unless that other guy is a noble as well.

> “Not right now.”

You shake your head. “Nah. I gotta watch the shop, my lady.”

She looks around, to see a few people scanning and browsing the wares of some bored looking merchants. “For what? Kingdom come?” You shrug at that. “Ah, whatever. Tell you what though, I saw that Stiina girl who wanted to join my Free Company.”

You nod. “Yeah? How is she?”

She shrugs. “I must admit, she seems a bit too eager. I’d rather have more experienced adventurers than City Guard veterans. Though, maybe her performance in the Joust might change my mind.” She pats your cheek. “Welp, see you. Maybe when I win, I’ll invite you up to my room, we can have a victory shag with my favorite succubus pets.” She waves bye to you, then looks over to Miss Eckhardt. “You can come along too, It’s been a while since I’ve had girls as cute as you.”

Miss Eckhardt blinks, blushing a little. “Um… okay my lady.”

“Ta, ta!” She trots off, happily.

Miss Eckhardt quickly recovers. “So, Stiina is going to be joining the Free Companies. I assume you’re going to join her, huh?”

> “I’d love to.”
> “Probably not.”
> Write in

>>36127924
>> Write in
"I honestly don't know."

>>36127924
No idea yet, part of me wants too, part of me wants to stay here. My physique isn't being helpful either.

>>36127924
>> “Probably not.”
Let's just stay here and make dosh.

>>36127924
>Probably not.”
Go where the money is

>>36127924
>Write in

I want to but I don't have nearly the amount of time to start my venture before she leaves

>>36127946
Seconding

>>36127924
>Write in

I don't know. I have to settle my debts first, and I'd like to be sure you'll be able to look after yourself much better than how I did before you came along.

>>36127924
>>36127946
This

>>36127924
>“Probably not.”

>>36127924
>> “Probably not.”

>>36127924
> Write in
"I don't know yet"

>>36127924
How can one woman be this much of a slut?

>>36127924

> “Probably not.”

>>36127924
>>36127946
this

>>36127924
>>36127946

>>36128063
She broke the succubi, anon. All High nobles in this setting are nigh demi-gods.

>>36128103
>noble
Kek

>>36127924
>"I'd love to but I can't."

>>36128122
She's a princess still, so she is a noble in name if not act. Plus she's the master of siege, a.k.a. the Rogal Dorn of the kingdom.

>>36128233
You can give her all the titles in the world, she still ain't noble

>>36128252
Ok I fell for your bait once, nevermore 6/10

> Write in

You shrug. “I don’t know yet. We’ll have to wait and see.” You start numbering thins off on your fingers. “First I got to settle my debts, then I have to make sure things are good back here in terms of money. You know?” She shrugs at that. “I just don’t know.”

Miss Eckhardt nods. “Well, we should hope Stiina makes it through okay, right?” You nod. Of course you should hope. Heck, you’d be up there jousting for her if you could. You sit down in a chair, sighing. “Right. Let’s just get back to peddling our wares. Alright?”

“Okay, Mister Kanenas.” She sits down next to you, crossing her arms. “Hopefully, we get a lot of customers today!”

-

-

Lunch rolls by. Only two or three people come by to buy something. Some poor idiot actually fell for the Elven War Disk trick, and he actually overpaid you with one hundred silver for it. Idiot. But still, you only made three hundred silver, at least you did. Miss Eckhardt only made the silver she made off of Sloane. Seems people don’t buy books at a Joust.

You did hear Stiina make her second victory against another adventurer though, which was nice. And indeed, she walks up to your counter, happy and giddy, covered in wooden shrapnel. “This is amazing! I can’t wait to see who my next opponent is! I’ll ride them down like grass!”

You nod, smiling back. “Save it, Stiina. Next match is the Princess and Sir Schwartz. Whoever wins, you’ll fight.”

“Besides,” says Miss Eckhardt. “Overconfidence and hubris can be your weakness, you shouldn’t let your guard down.”

She waves you both off, hissing air from her mouth. “Pssh. You two are a bunch of defeatists.”

“Just being cautious,” you say.

“Well come on then!” she says. “Come join me at the Ring! It’ll be fun! You’ll get front row seats!”

> “Fine.”
> “No thanks.”
> Write in

>>36128369
>“Fine.”

>>36128369
> “Fine.”
Been slow as all hell today.

>>36128369

> “Fine.”

>>36128369
>> “Fine.”

>>36128369
>“Fine.”

Not many book-buying people at a martial event, I guess. Perhaps we'll have better luck once the main event is over.

>>36128369
>“Fine.”
Fine

>>36128369
>Sounds like fun.
>This better not end in heartbreak

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>>36128568

Shadowruns intensifying.

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> “Fine.”

You nod. “Fine, fine.” You look down at Rusky. “Rusky, hold down the fort.” You place a be back sign as Rusky dutifully sits by your stall, wagging his tail and glaring down people who pass on by. With that, you and Miss Eckhardt follow Stiina down to the ring.

-

-

The fence by the sidelines is reserved for competitors waiting their turn. They feed their horses, make sure their lances are weighted right, have their companions keep their armor together, everything. Stiina just sort of sits around with her horse, sipping on a cup of hot chocolate. Miss Eckhardt looks around, “Wow, the Grounds are so big.”

“Of course,” you say. “Jousting is one of the biggest sports in Therindel. Dangerous but entertaining.”

“That’s right!” Stiina sits up a bit, pointing over to the Princess, who is busy waiting at her starting position. You can see one of Companion Cavalry ride up to her, and start whispering in her ear. “And I figure if I can get the Princess’ favor, I’m a shoe-in for a good position in her Free Company!”

You nod, crossing your arms. “Yep, and I figure that…” You squint as the Princess frowns, uncharacteristically. She sighs, then nods, patting the cavalryman on his shoulder. She turns her horse away from the ring and starts riding off. “… is she withdrawing?”

Just to confirm it, an attendant brings her flag down from the post. The announcer shouts, “Princess Patricia Parisia Perrinius Prometheus the Promiscuous withdraws!” The crowd groans in defeat, muttering about how they got ripped off and how she should’ve kept on. “Sir Schwarz’s next opponent will be Staff Sergeant Stiina Stelara Strafniki of the City Guard!”

Something’s not right. Stiina and Miss Eckhardt look at her competition, a very simple looking man, with grey streaks in his black hair, and scars below the chin barely visible by his black armor, Sir Schwarz. “I’ll go see what’s up,” says Miss Eckhardt. She quickly runs over to one of his attendants.

[1/3]

>>36128785
[2/4]

Stiina narrows her eyes. “Why do you think she withdrew?”

You shrug. “Could be anything.”

Miss Eckhardt starts pushing a willing attendant up to you all. She shoves him forward. “Tell them!”

The attendant says, “It’s just a Joust, I don’t understand-“

“Tell them!” she says. You can see Sir Schwarz look at you all, concernedly.

The attendant sighs. “Introducing my Lord and Master…” He motions to Sir Schwarz.

Or rather…

>>36128796
[3/4]

>> BARON BALDWIN BURNSIDE <<
>> Son of Brendon Brandon Branson Briar Benton Balthazar Beadros Benedict Berislav Baldwin Balfer Balther Bowler Bonnington Badriel Bedriel Binnington Beaufort Bofors, Lord Governor of the Region of Blackwater, and Lord of the Fiefdoms of Mannington, Polewater, Teaufort, Balmoral Castle, Sparkling City, Goldridge, Blue Mountain Valley, Bailey’s Road, Riverside, Frost Giant Mountain, Crossroad City, Sidewinder Hill, Torchtown, Abramstown, Durangoland, Greenville, Wheatington, Boring, Dull, Blandshire, Halfshire, Ponyton, Galen, Potsville, Mendoza’s Landing, Mendoza’s Brother’s Landing, Yardshire, Widow’s Peak, Fort Strong, Fort Valerie, Castle Pall, and Castle Wilder. Chief Administrator of the Kingdom of Therindel, Destroyer of the Orc Hordes, Governor General of the Population of the Orc Lands including Terekia, Morannian, and Rewlo and their subsequent popuatlion, Conquerer of the Principality of Ferain and Governer General of its population. Leader of the Free Companies of the Orc Lands, the Kingdom of Ferain, and Kingdom of Therindel. Slaughterer of the Pirate Hordes of the Southern Oceans. Endangerer of the Elder Dragons and personal slayer of seven Elder Dragons and twenty-five offspring. Extinctor of the Saberteeth Tigers of the Frozen North. Crusher of the Mountains of the Orc Lands. Wrestler of the Mountain Giants of the Andrian Mountains. Rider of the Lava Whales. Tamer of the Feral Orc Army of the Far West. Impaler of the Vampires. Slayer of twenty-five Lords of Therindel, offspring, and bloodline. Scourer of the Halfling Unions. Claimer of the Ancient Treasury. Birther of the Kingdom of Therindel’s Golden Age. Master of the Infantry, Cavalry, Archer, and Artillery. Subjugator of the Merchant and the Sailing Guilds. Terror of the enemies of Man. The Black Baron. SECOND IN THE LINE OF SUCCESSION. <<

>>36128812
[4/4]

Stiina goes pale at that. You step back as well, flinching. All the competitors halt their doings, looking over to the Black Baron himself. One immediately hops over the fence and starts running away, and a few others immediately follow him.

Stiina sighs, standing up, then quickly dusting her breastplate down. “Tell your Lord that I will face him.”

> “You can’t.”
> Do nothing, her choice.
> Write in

>>36128812

oh shit

>>36128812
>its a full post

>>36128831

> Do nothing, her choice.

>>36128831
>> Write in
"Stiina, I know you really want to prove yourself as a fighter so the Princess will take you on. But THINK. Discretion is the part of being an Adventurer too. Won't you retreat when faced with a foe you cannot reasonably defeat? Even the Princess withdrew, for gods sake."

>>36128831
>> “You can’t.”
Get rope, we can tie her to something if needed

>>36128831
>write in
"don't think you should do it but if you're going to.."
the best advice we could offer.

>>36128831
>Do nothing, her choice
Jesus fucking Christ, this dude I'd fucking badass

>>36128831
>Write in

I rather not you fight him

>>36128831
> Do nothing, her choice.

>>36128831
>>36128859
THIS

>>36128831
> Write in
"You're a big girl who can make her own decisions, but you do realize that this is a terrible idea, right? In all likelyhood he will kill you.

>>36128831
>> Do nothing, her choice.

>>36128831

I'll support this:

>>36128859

>>36128831
This guy >>36128859

>>36128859
this + "...and if you're really going out, at least go get some armour."

>>36128859
Stiina route deder than ded
Nice job patronizing her bruh

>>36128993
better we never get with her then for her to die

>>36128993
Yes, "Go kick his ass" into dead Stiina is a much better path.

>>36129017
She's gonna go anyway, out of spite

>>36128831
>Write-in

I'll support you in whatever you choose to do. It's your right to decide. But please remember that your life is inextricably woven with many others. Whatever happens to you will profoundly affect those people, too.

>>36129055
Well if we show we are looking out for her then maybe we can get with her ghost.

> Write in

You quickly walk to Stiina’s front. “Now, listen, Stiina. I know you’re an adult, and I know you can make your own decisions. But you have to realize this is a terrible idea, correct? This man has conquered nations, razed them to the ground, wrestled with the mountain giants, and is quite possibly the closest thing Therindel has to a living King. You can’t hope to defeat him.”

Stiina pushes you aside, glaring at you. She looks to the attendant. “Look, I’m ready to fight him.”

Miss Eckhardt steps up. “Stiina please, you have to withdraw.”

You all pause, and go quiet as the Black Baron himself trots up to you all. “Is everything okay?” he says in his grizzly voice. “Are you ready to joust, Miss Strafniki?” You feel the blood in you go cold at the sound of his voice. You are standing in the presence of one of the most feared men in Therindel. “I hope you will not withdraw just because of my reputation.” He smirks, chuckling a bit. “Maybe you’ll unhorse me, hehehe.”

Stiina smiles, obviously forced. “Ah, yeah, hehe. Of course, my Lord, I will be ready to joust in just a minute.”

“Very good.” One of his Companion Cavalry hands him a lance, and with that the Baron slips on his helmet and goes back to his position. The crowd is quiet, whispering and muttering.

Stiina climbs on, grabbing a lance. “Right, let’s go.” You grab the reins. “Kasimir, let go.” You still hold her reins. “The horse, Kasimir. I’m going whether you like it or not.”

“He’ll kill you,” you say.

“Then let him kill me,” she says furiously. “… if I can’t be a woman, I’ll at least be a hero. The one girl who stood up to the Baron, and probably died for it.”

You narrow your eyes. “Is this what this is about? The fact that you can’t birth children? Stiina, when he jousts, he thrusts his lance at the last moment! He’ll break you!”

Stiina leans down to you, glaring at you. “If you love me. You will let go of the reins.”

> Let go of the reins
> Hold on
> Write in

>>36128993
it will change kasimir that's for sure.

>>36128831
>You can't.

>>36129179
>let go of the reins

>>36129179
>"Make me"
Wanna go YA cheeky cunt
I'll bash ur ead en u tart

>>36129179
> Let go of the reins
bet all the money on stiina

>>36129179
HAHAHAHAHA SHES ALREADY DEAD

>>36129179
>Let go of the reins

Bet money on her.

If the guy is this skilled, he also is skilled to not kill those in a fair joust, hopefully.

>>36129179
> Let go of the reins

>>36129179
>> Hold on
>> Write in
Herald. Herald like you have never done before.

Herald to the crowd, herald for someone to step forward with a breastplate.

>>36129229
And then the girl we loved died and we starved to death without any money

>>36129229
forgot to say
"okay, but if you risk your life on this then i'll do too"

>>36129179
I wish we had the rifle so we could shoot the baron.

>>36129179
> Let go of the reins
I'm crying.

>>36129263
this

>>36129263
do this

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>36129179
ROLLING FOR THE BARON

>>36129284
You made your bed, now lie in it

>>36129179
> Let go of the reins
"Come back to me alive, Stiina."

>>36129179
>> Let go of the reins

>>36129299
>>36129179
> Let go of the reins

>>36129179
>Let go of the reins
Don't you fucking die

Rolled 15 + 3000000 (1d20 + 3000000)

>>36129299
>forgetting his modifiers
Let me do that for you

>>36129280
It was a first generation musket. It would bounce off his armour and he would crush our head with one hand.

>>36129179
>>36129263

This. At least send her with some armour

>>36129263
This.
>"Who wants to be known as the one who made the plate that survived the Black Baron?"

>>36129347
>inb4 the insides are literally a blood mash and he keeps the plate as a trophy

>>36129179
>>36129229
>>36129263
This

>>36129179
>Let go of the reins

>>36129179

Supporting this: >>36129263

>>36129263

>>36129179
I also back these
>>36129263
>>36129244

> Let go of the reins
> Write in

You don’t want to let go. Even if you didn’t love Stiina, even if she was just some random stranger to you, you wouldn’t have let go. You wouldn’t just let someone be killed like that. Miss Eckhardt looks at you, pleading with her eyes for you to hang onto her reins. Stiina simply glares at you, but you can see a hint of her pleading for you to let go as well.

You sigh.

You should let go. Dina would want you to let go. And that’s precisely what you do.

She canters on over to her position. Before Miss Eckhardt can yell at you, you quickly run over to the crowd, then stand up on the fence. “People of the High City of Imperial City! Staff Sergeant Stiina Stelara Strafniki is one of our most beloved City Guardswomen! She needs your help now! She needs a breastplate, a breastplate and a helmet! Will you be the one to hand her the armor that defeats the might of the Black Baron himself?”

The crowd talks and converses with one another. You don’t expect someone to just randomly start making armor in the middle of the crowd. It’s time consuming work! Nor do you expect someone to just give you a-

“Here you go!” You look down to see Satchel, with a fresh iron breastplate and a fully enclosed helmet. “On the house, just for Miss Strafniki.”

You take it, smiling. “Thank you, Satchel.” You hop down, nodding to him. You quickly run over to Stiina, who looks at you, confusedly, but then she sees the armor you have. She starts stripping out of her old rusty breastplate. You throw her the new one, and she quickly sets it on properly. You hand her the helmet as well. “Good luck, okay?”

[1/2]

>>36129670
[2/2]

She smiles, then places her helmet on, obscuring her face. “I don’t need luck. It’s King’s Day.” You nod, then move to the fence to observe.

You sit down with Miss Eckhardt, who watches wordlessly, breathlessly. You cross your arms.

For the love of the King, Stiina, please live.

The flag is dropped. Both launch from their positions at each other, their lances brought low to meet each other. The crowd cheers Stiina’s name, pumping their fists. As they get closer, the chanting gets louder, and louder.

Then contact is made.

Time just seems to stop right then and there. You see Stiina’s lance glance off the side of the Baron’s breastplate, not even scratching the iron. The Baron’s own lance though meets it mark, right at Stiina’s head. He’s got an accurate thrust, and when the lance explodes, you almost see how Stiina’s neck just snaps.

And finally, when they pass, she simply slumps over and falls out of the saddle. The crowd is quiet. Miss Eckhardt covers his mouth, in shock. All the competitors are silent, some mourning, one even crying terribly. You can see the nobles on the other side look on, grimly.

Everything just seemed to stop.

[2/3]

>>36129690
GOD FUCKING DAMNIT

>right at Stiina’s head
Well thats a disqualification, head strikes are illegal

>>36129690
no no no no no no no

don't you cripple our waifu GS, please fuck no

>>36129711

Who has the gall to call out a living god?

>>36129711
That's almost certainly not true, and even if it is, it doesn't matter much

>>36129731
It is in RL jousting

>>36129728
We do, get the fuck over there and start praying

>>36129711
Yes, I'm sure having one of the most powerful men in the country who kills on a daily basis thrown out of a tournament is going to avenge our friend's death.

>>36129727
Cripple? She's dead.

>>36129690
scccchhhttteeeeelll

>>36129690
What did I tell you anons,
Deder
Than
Ded

>>36129760
SHE NOT DEAD YET

BELIEVE ANON

BELIEVE

>>36129757
RL jousting is designed to make sure people don't die, there's a reason they don't let it happen and our dear friend got a crash course lesson in it
Rip

>>36129778
I hope she's dead.

If not she is definetly crippled and that is way way worse, she ain't gonna want none of that.

[3/3]

-

-

You sit on the steps leading into the grounds. The Joust so far is wrapping up, and the cheer and livelihood is back again. Stiina’s death has been quickly forgotten thanks to the bread and the circuses of Lord Lamarr’s celebrations. It is King’s Day after all. You should be celebrating.

And yet, you are not.

You don’t remember much of what happened immediately after her death. You remember cradling her body when she died. The Black Baron apologizing as if all he did was break a vase. Miss Eckhardt was nigh-inconsolable.

And that was that. Somehow, you ended up here underneath the snowfall. People pass on by, not even giving you a second thought.

You’ve been here so long, the snow has piled up on you by inches.

Well, you let go, Dina. Look where that got you.

“Mister Kanenas.” You turn your eyes up to see Miss Eckhardt, holding a cup of hot chocolate. “Are you okay?” You nod a bit, shuffling some snow from your head. She dusts some snow from the step, then sits down next to you. “Her death is deplorable.”

You nod at that.

She blinks, then sighs, looking ahead. “I’m sorry. If you don’t want to talk, we don’t have to talk.”

> “We can talk.”
> Remain quiet
> “I’d rather be alone.”
> Write in

>>36129797
>> “We can talk.”

>>36129797
>Stiina’s death
Fuck you

>>36129797
>“We can talk.”

>>36129797
>“We can talk.”

>>36129797
>"Why do they always go away?"

>>36129797
>> “We can talk.”

>>36129797
Dropped

>>36129797
> Remain quiet

>>36129797
>> “We can talk.”
Find a priest, a necromancer, find fucking someone and get her back

>>36129797

> “We can talk.”

>>36129840
Last thread anyway

>>36129797
>> Write in
Cry

Cry and pray, for something, anything to listen, to hear our call for the one we love, to bring her back to us.

Cry our heart out

>>36129797
>"I shouldn't have let go."

>>36129797
>“We can talk.”
Please

>>36129863
Good

>>36129796
Fuck you anon, go die in a fire

>>36129863
And a fucking terrible one too.

Could have ended well, could have gone out on a high not, but nope, GS had to shit it up just like Mecha Musume, its that trainwreck of grimderp all over again

>>36129797
>Well, you let go, Dina. Look where that got you.
>people called this quest comfy

>>36129797
>>36129876
This

>>36129894
Fuck off you shitter, not everything has a happy ending

>>36129894
>Wanting your waifu to live a miserable existence as a result of her own stubbornness.

How selfish, that would have been a much sadder ending.

>>36129894
Schteel did nothing wrong, we had a chance to stop this.

And you all wanted to let go of tne fucking reins.

>>36129894
Every fucking quest.
Every single one

>>36129797
>Go buy a gun
Fuck this grimderp

>>36129936
I never wanted her to joust and I voted that way

you fuckers are the ones who got her killed

>>36129965
Please, like I didn't see this coming a mile off, I definitely didn't vote to kill her.
That's how it works though Anon.

>>36129797
>Commit suicide

>>36129797
Seconding >>36129876

Call on the gods and their champions to bring us back our love who was unjustly taken from us

>>36129797
>>36129876
I'll second this

There goes my hope for a spice and travels with the both of them.

It seems lesbians get the harem end in German's case.

Is this sort of grimderp stuff par for the course with German schteel?

>>36129797
>>36129876
This this this

>>36130064
Well yeah, pure love will always come out on top.

>>36130064
German has always been a yurifag, it's not really surprising

>>36130064
3 people does not a harem make
>>36130065
how was that grimderp

>>36130065
No, which is why this one is so shit, it was going in every direction except grimderp.

Then he drove it into the ground and utterly killed any enjoyment I had in this quest and in Magic Shop Quest.

> “We can talk.”

You nod. “We can talk,” you shakily. “I just don’t know what to say.”

“You tried so hard to keep her from doing it,” she says. “I’m sorry- that’s not what you want to hear um…” She brushes a bit of her hair back, biting her lip. “I don’t know what to say either.”

You cross your arms. “Stiina died doing what she thought was right. I won’t say anything about that, and I certainly won’t make light of her death.” You lean back, looking up at the stars. “But I think it has taught me something.” Miss Eckhardt turns to you, sipping on her hot chocolate, awaiting your word. “I guess the world just doesn’t like it when I’m actually successful at something. I don’t know what to do anymore.”

Miss Eckhardt grunts. “Now that’s just hogwash.” You glare at her. “Don’t give me that look, Mister Kanenas.” She presses her finger to your chest. “I know this is a time of mourning, she was killed not six hours ago. And you know what, would Stiina really want you hanging around in the dumps like this?”

“Miss Eckhardt-“

“No!” She throws down her drink, spilling it down the steps and stands up. “You can always mourn Stiina later. But you’re not going to get anywhere by letting her death destroy you.” She stomps her foot. “By the King, it’s not right! These are hard times for all of us damn it but it’s not right at all!”

You sigh.

Miss Eckhardt takes your hand. “I’m with you, Kasimir.” She grips it as hard as she can, looking you in the eye. “I’m with you. Just please, live for Stiina, don’t let her death define you.”

> You’re wrong.
> You’re right.
> Write in

>>36129797
>>36129876
I'll second >>36129876

>>36130120
>> You’re right.

>>36130120
>> You’re right.

>>36130120
>> Write in
>"Go away, be happy, just get away from me, nothing will go right if I'm around."

>>36130120
>You’re right.
Bookworm is a good girl

>>36129797
>>36129876
May as well, not like we got anything better to do after you just shat on everything.

>>36130120
>You’re right.

>>36130120
>> Write in
Hug her

>>36130120
What do you know? You don't know what I'm going through

>>36130120
> You’re wrong.

>>36130120

>Write-in

Did you just throw away 50 silvers' worth of hot chocolate? That's coming out of your pay.

>>36130120
> You’re right.

I say we go on an adventure and find something or someone who can bring her back

>>36130120
>Say nothing

>>36130120
> You’re right.

>>36130120
>> You’re right.

>>36130120
> You’re not right, but you're not wrong ether.
I'm too mad right now to do a proper write in. Fuck this shit.

>>36130120
> You're right.

>>36130120
>> You’re right.

>>36130120
>You're right

Then this

>>36130188

>>36130195
This, it's true, she doesn't know what its like

>>36130120
>>36130214
>I say we go on an adventure and find something or someone who can bring her back
Why the fuck not, I'm all for that.

Though GS will probably kill us and Eckhardt 3 steps outside the city gates the bastard.

Shit I would mourn a Ice cream sandwich I dropped for longer than six hours, let alone someone i was intimate with, what are we a robot?

>>36130257
>wanting to jump on the teen angst train
anon, pls

how is stiina's sister btw?

>>36130276
> grief is angst
Fuck off

>>36130120
I'm going to be angry if not even six hours after this shit we get a happy ending

>>36130120
>Challenge Death to a ruso contest to get Her back

>>36130213
>>36130120

This one.

>>36130276
>six hours after the death of someone you loved
>it's essentially your fault
I think we can afford a little angst

>>36130107
Well threesome route but you get the idea.

>>36130286
probably blamed him when she arrived at the heat of the moment.

All these tears, and nobody is to blame but yourselves. Schteel gave us enough of a warning that this could happen.

>>36130317
Man what would have happened had we not let go? That wouldn't have stopped her.

>>36130120
> You’re right.

>>36130275
/tg/ can't rp and only want to pick the "right" choices and get happy endings

>>36130214
>I say we go on an adventure and find something or someone who can bring her back
This, I want to see Kasimir use his archeology skills, his love for Stiina driving him on, bringing Eckhardt along despite how much she doesn't like adventuring, because she cares for us and Stiina

I want to see them go dungeon diving and exploring for a treasure or artifact, or to seek audience with a good or mystical creature who can bring her back and not barren this time

I want to see them grow from this, and at the end, as they get Stiina back, to finally see Kasimir shed his pride, to see Eckhardt come out of her shell, and to see Stiina get rid of her stubbornness

But fat chance of german writing that, fucker gets off on this grimderp shit

>>36130339
That's not how people in grief think

>>36130339
Are you absolutely sure about that?

>>36130358
ok we get it your mad that your waifu died due to players being dumb stop fucking harping on and on about it

>>36130358
German is now on my do not quest with list.

>>36130370
Until I see GS confirm that we could have saved her by holding onto the reigns, yes I'm sure.
>>36130365
Fair point but I'm not thinking in character.

>>36130370
She was a guard who ate three square meals a day and was trained how to use a sword. We're a glorified hobo who's been eating crackers and dust for years. Do you seriously think we could have stopped her if she really wanted to go out there?

This really does remind me of the time when we were told we can't pivot turn our witch in Mecha musume but anon decided we should do it anyway.


But Magic quest got depressing for me because of this.

>>36130120
>Write-in
"It doesn't define me. I'll get over it. But six hours ago someone who was close to me - who always had my back when I was down - who wanted nothing more than to see me succeed - he broke her like a fucking rag doll. You can fill in the holes, Miss Eckhardt, but you'll still see where they are.

That hot chocolate's coming out of your pay, by the way. Hope you enjoyed it."

I don't know man. I don't see the point. I just don't see it any more.

>>36130391
Harping on about what? Is it wrong to want to not let her go? We loved her for gods sake, we're in a setting where all of that is justified and exists, we've just seen the woman we love murdered by some grimderp DMPC, so why the fuck wouldn't we try to get her back seeing as we know it can happen in this universe?

>>36130411
it is the same anons do dumb shit and get mad about it

>>36130405
We could of jumped out infront of her horse and said something like over my dead body will you be able to pass.

>>36130419
What a shit

>>36130411
>But Magic quest got depressing for me because of this.
yeah, the blow would be lessened some if he didn't just ruin Magic Shop Quest by association with this fucking mess

>>36130428
Dude, call the baron what you want, but he had a full page of titles, that screamed "Im going to kill everyone you love while wanking"

>>36130428
what the only time we have seen or heard of anyone coming back from the dead was as wraths

>>36130456

It was also kinda foreshadowed in the first joust, too.

>Man is reputed to kill people he faces in jousts
>someone jousts him, gets killed

BULLSHIT, GRIMDERP BULLSHIT WAAAA

Times like this I wish I could turn back time and stop this debacle.

>>36130456
SO WHY THE FUCK DID YOU LET HER GO?

>>36130497
He's also known for this from Magic Shop Quest.

This was just a colossal asspull and grimderp railroad, you could tell /tg/ would give in to the waifu and let her go, GS knew this, he planned around it.

Fuck you german

>>36130514
Well it is, and the setting is grimderp as hell, it's honestly just depressing that GS chose to turn this into another Mecha Musume Quest

>>36130521
How could we have stopped her?

>>36130497
Yeah, seriously. We were given plenty of warning that this guy was somebody who doesn't fuck around and aims to kill.

>>36130521
I can only samefag so hard anon, and I couldn't samefag hard enough

> You’re right.

You nod. “You’re right.” You lean back, sighing, groaning a little even. “King’s sake, you’re right. But I don’t know if I can be happy, Miss Eckhardt.” You look down at her spilt hot chocolate. “First off, you spilt fifty silvers worth of hot chocolate.” Miss Eckhardt narrows her eyes. “Secondly, Stiina is still dead. I’m nowhere near putting down my debt with Sloane and my mother. For King’s sake, I’m right where I started!”

Miss Eckhardt sighs. “We have to face these things as we come.” She goes back to sitting down next to you. “We’re never going to learn how to live if we don’t learn to take these hits life gives us.”

You nod. “I suppose.” You hear the soft footsteps and the crunching snow behind you.

[1/2]

>>36130521
>asspull
>grimderp
>railroad
You keep using these words. I do not think you know what they mean.

>>36130516
Then we find a time travel device and go back and stop Stiina or shank the Baron while he sleeps.

But we don't let this shit German pulled stand.

>>36130541
BY HOLDING ON AND NOT LETTING GO

THAT WAS THE CHOICE YOU RETARD

>>36130521
What, nothing bad happened in Magic Shop, now you're just pulling shit out from nowhere.