But, once again, your golden-armoured companion had ruined all that. What was left of him had given a hearty laugh, which had disturbed you as his heart wsa lying some feet away.

"Ha, ha", he had chuckled. "You poor fucker." Judging by the state he was in, you thought that that was quite an imprudent comment. "You," he continued, spitting up something red and sticky, "you've gotta be the next 'un.The next paladin."

"...Perhaps another would be more better suited to the noble calling."

"Noble calling? Bullshit. No-one wants to do this shit; they never have done. I got got the same way you just did."

"...Just did?"

You look down at the paladin's sword, that you'd picked up earlier. Waste not want not, after all.

"Drop the sword, boy.", he commanded. You obliged... well, tried to oblige; your hand grasped it of its own fierce will, as if it were a woman's breast or a purse of gold, and you stared at your companion in dismay.

"Ha ha ha.", he guffawed (rather unpleasantly, you opined). "You cannot drop that sword until you've done enough good in the world to combat to earn its release. It you go too long without doing good, it'll start to burn your hand like a hot coal."
He smirked. It was unpleasant. "It's your turn now, boy. Have fun."

So, here you are.

You glumly sit down to ponder your current situation, and decide to take inventory.

Your inventory:

1 unasked-for, adn frankly resented, paladinship

1 magical sword that you can't seem to fucking put down

1 corpse

1 set of golden armour (sticky)

3 beef sandwiches, a pork pie, and a hard-boiled egg

>>36312542
search the dead body

You wonder what your next course of action should be.

>Sit around moping

>Take your bearings and get a better idea of where you are

>Try to drop the sword

>Other

>>36312605
>>Take your bearings and get a better idea of where you are
105

I'll start off by going with the first option / decision to get three votes.

This might be subject to change as the quest continues.
>>36312581 counting this

>>36312605
Take the armor, bury the body properly. No chance of leaving the sword there as a grave marker, huh?

>>36312605
Take your bearings.
If alchohol was part of the picnic, imbibe! You need to be well-lubricated to do enough Good and Law to fufill the oath of the Paladin.

Well, I guess giving him a proper burial would be a good deed. Don't want the sword burning us too soon.

>>36312413
Drag his dead ass back to town so he can receive proper funeral rites.

>>36312755
>>36312701
>>36312695
>>36312581
You try to search the body, but there isn't really much body left to search. The upper torso seems to be in one piece, and the head grins up at you mockingly. With some power of will, you resist kicking it away from you like an urchin with a pig's bladder, and instead search for the rest of his organs. Five minutes and an uncomfortable period of dry retching later, you have all his miscellaneous squishy bits together.

Beneath his chestplate you find a small, crumpled piece of parchment and a few pieces of currency of various denominations.

>>36312924
>small, crumpled piece of parchment

Of course we're going to read it.

>>36312924
The parchment holds a charcoal sketch of a young woman; the sketch is of poor quality, and you fancy that your former travel companion must have been a worse artist than he was a climber.
Nevertheless, you place it over his scarlet-stained underclothes, next to his heart.
You next collect his various former organic belongings and placethem into his golden armour. Some parts are still missing, and you hope that whomever he's meeting where he's going won't mind.

>>36313042
>>>36312924
>>small, crumpled piece of parchment
>Of course we're going to read it.
secounded

>>36313060
carry it back to town.
Proper funeral rites require our attention.

>>36313060
You wonder how to bury him, with teh sword still clasps firmly in your hand. You eventually settle upon using the sword as a shovel, and hope it won;t take offence awfully, and that, if it does, it'll be sufficiently irked to fuck off and bother someone else.

Oh well. At least the spring earth is soft and easy to dig. After burying him, you decide to take your bearings.

>>36313167
Ah, I didn;t make this clear. It's supposed to be a sort of semi-long voyage, of a couple of months. You're a few hundred miles away from your hom city of Prince's Gate.

>>36313208
>Ah, I didn;t make this clear. It's supposed to be a sort of semi-long voyage, of a couple of months. You're a few hundred miles away from your hom city of Prince's Gate.
how far is the closest town?

>>36313267
Please roll 1d6 for geography knowledge.

1d6

dice+1d6

>>36313460
You _have_ read the /tg/ stickie, right?

Rolled 3 (1d6)

>>36313267

"dice+2d6"
yeah just did sorry I'm a bumbass

>>36313495
thank you gonna go kill myself for stupiudity

>>36313267
>>36313495
You think about the form and structure of the lands of this region.

Hmm... The region is obvious; you've been tracking through it for days. You're in the famed meadows of the Midway, about which your deceased companion was so passionate. Gazing idly about yourself now, you must admit that they hold a sort of quiet, gentle beauty. To the west lies scrubland, and maybe a few poor goatsherds. Might be a ruin or two; you're not sure. Seems likely, anyway.
To the east is the Little Sea - you went there once with your father. You remember it as full of ports and sailors, and everyone stank of fish.

You suppose that the closest settlement to you is The Falls.

>>36313641
you see that thing between "Name" and "Comment"? It's called "Options", try there. Don't put the quotes, though.

>>36313755
minute of silence for the email field

>>36313728
The Falls middle-sized town. You seem to remember they had something to do with grain, but then so did most things in this area of teh Midway.

>>36313728
>Head [direction]

>Head towards The Falls

>Head back towards Prince's Gate

>Stay where you are

>Other

>>36313848
>>Head towards The Falls

>>36313872
You eat one of the beef sandwiches and the pork pie, and leave. You briefly consider paying your respects to the grave of the paladin; however, on further reflection, you remember that he was a wanker, so you don't.

After a mile, the sword burns in your hand, andyou reluctantly return to pay your respects to the paladin. Having fulfilled your duty, you again set off for The Falls. You do not glimpse the lights of the town on the horizon until dusk, as night is beginning to fall. You estimate that the town is still seven-eight miles distant.

>Push on to the town

>Sleep rough outdoors

>Other

>>36314100
>>Sleep rough outdoors

>>36314152
Roll 1d6 for a random encounter

Rolled 2 (1d6)

>>36314207

Rolled 1 (1d6)

>>36314207

>>36314254
You find yourself sleeping outdoors.
You ease you body into the nook of an oak tree, old and gnarled, and prepare to spend the night.
You dream fitfully, and have sporadic, unpleasant dreams. Try as you might to imagine yourself under the warm, soft linen of your bed at home; nature, the cruel bitch, constantly reinforces the uncomfortable reality - a stray root plants itself in the small of your back, or the wind blows chilly over your huddling form, or dirt makes its way in between your toes and settles.

You begin to feel insanely jealous of those that slumbr peacefully in the town of The Falls; you entertain passing fancies of burning all their beds and forcing them to sleep in livestock troughes.

You are woken from one such reverie by something falling upon your face from the tree above.

>Stab it till its fucking dead

>GTFO

>Wait to die like a bitch

>Other

>>36314508
>GTFO

>>36314508
>>Stab it till its fucking dead

>>36314544
>>36314508
SInce it seems that I've got a bit of a dearth of players, I'll go with the first one.

Roll a 1d6 for how well you GTFO.

bump

Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>36314743

>>36314876
You flee from the attack, past copses and trees and bushes and streams until eventually you lean, worn out and panting, against a tree-trunk.

You have dirtied your clothing, but there is little permanent damage. You look down to see that you've stratched you legs running through a thorn bush, and your knee sports a bloody graze.
Isn't paladinning meant to be a little more glorious and noble than this?

>Hide

>Stay and catch your breath

>Carry on running

>Go back to sleep

>Go back to the oak

>Head to the town

>Other

>>36315036
>>Hide

>>36315036
Damn! You've left the remaining sandwiches at the oak where the thing attacked you"

>>36315059

You search the immmediate vicinity for any hiding place. Roll 1d6 for successfulness.

Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>36315132

>>36315197
You find a grove of small trees that shelter you from the wind. Their low-hanging, close-knit branches hide you from view of anything outside.

>Continue hiding

>Go to sleep in hiding place

>Leave

>Other

>>36315401
>>Go to sleep in hiding place

>>36315401
You sleep well, or at least as well as one can sleep on a meadow floor. You wake rested, although hungry and thirsty. As you awake, you can hear the chorus of the songbirds, many of which are unique to these meadows. Noisy cunts.

>Drink from a stream

>Walk towards the town

>Go back to sleep

>Fuck around the meadow

>Other

>>36315560
>>Drink from a stream

>>36315607
You conduct a quick search, and eventually you come upon a stream. You drop to your hands and knees, and peer suspiciously into the water. The water appears mostly clear, although carrying many tiny flecks of brown sediment within it.
You cup your hands together and sip some of the water tentatively: it's certainly no Prince's Gate wine, but it appears clean enough to drink.

>Head towards the town

>Continue to explore the meadow

>Other

>>36315792
>>Head towards the town

>>36315815
Dearly mourning the loss of the remaining beef sandwiches, you trudge slowly in the direction of The Falls. As you grow nearer to the town, the wildflowers and long grass of the meadow begin to thin out, to be replaced fields upon fields of corn. As the Sun's morning rays strike the area, the corn seems to glow a dazzling, brilliant gold. You pause for a moment to survey the scenery, and notice workers tending their fields in the distance, whilst a wide dirt path runs through the centre, toward your destination.

>Continue onwards

>Nick some corn

>Approach a worker

>Retreat

>Other

>>36316142
>>Approach a worker

>>36316142
They're hoarding corn all to themselves!
>Partition some corn to give to the needy

>>36316142
Actually, I'm going to end this quest here for the moment. I'll probably return to it later, though, maybe in a slightly altered form.

Do you have any constructive criticism?

>>36316229
git gud

>>36316203
>another player turns up just as I end today's session

I'm sorry ;_:

>>36316229
thought it was good maybe move things along quickier

>>36316260
Oh, hiya! Um, will orange and blue morality count towards doing good?

>>36316312
Basically, the way morality works in this quest is that, in moral matters, you are the sword's bitch. If the sword judges you to be doing evil, or just not to be fulfilling your quota of goodness and justice, it'll burn you.

>>36316229
Your opening post was pretty good, but your following posts were too short and had too many spelling errors.

I guess just take more time on your posts.

>>36316405
Man, fuck that sword. It acts up again, and we're going to shove it right up our ass.

>>36316284
Well, th campaign's starting to begin in earnest after this session, due to the presence of human settlements rather than just meadows and trees.
There'll be a lot more room for character roleplay and more complex interactions.

>>36316504
We still have the freedom to act on our own sense of justice, right?

You must regularly perform good acts, and avoid performing evil acts. You're free to use your own sense of justice to interpret which acts to do, so long as those acts fit within you justice's definition of good.

So, for instance, executing criminals would be fine, but killing innocents would not be.

>>36316644
Where does stealing from the rich to give to the poor fit in? Does kicking people in the nads anger the sword?