>>37233372

You resolutely ignore the boy beside, training your attentions instead on the monster that writhes before you.

"My dear... Sir Sandal." you say sarcastically, "Why exactly were you attacking that poor old man just now?"

>32
"Paaahhaaahaaaaa." comes the reedy reply, "Whyyy nooot? Heee'sss jusst ssso eassy to sstaaaand on!"
"Hey mister, can I touch your sword?! Pleasepleaseplease?!"
"That cannot be the real reason, I can see that you are a creature that possess more reason than that. No don't bunch those beady eyes at me, I know that you were doing it for some-"
"Yoouuu knoooww noothiinng!"
"When I grow up *I* want to be a swordsman too!"
"Look, my dear sandal, I just want to know why you did, what your troubles are... I don't see why we can't better understand each other. Indeed, depending on what you say I may just let you go."
"Fiiiiine, I'll teeeell you whyyyy. Peeeopleee thiiink they caan treaad all oveeeerrrr meeee?! I'll show theeeem whaaat it'ssss liiike!"
"Well, I don't think your owner would have trodden on you if he knew how you felt about all this. Why don't you come back with me and we'll talk it out with him, hm?"
>52
"Pah! Aaand yooou thiiink he'd eveeer seee iiit frooom my poooint of viiiew?!"
"Well, yeah, and if he doesn't I'll give him my own thoughts on the matt-"
"I'm gonna touch your sword!"
"Hey, no wait-" you say turning to fend off the boy messing with your blade, "You might hurt yourself, or us!"
"Haaah, I kneeew iiitt, yoouu caaree mooore foor thaat boooy thaan yooou dooo fooor meeee, thaat'sss why yooou saaaved theeeem, yooou're nooot here to beeetter my liiiife at aaaall!"
"Hunh? What? No! No, that's not the case at al- No STOP THAT you blasted child!"
"Hehehee!"
"Ufufufuuu... It seems you have your hands full, Eriasu-san..."

You crane your head round to find Umeko stepping toward you, snapping her fans shut.

>(Cont.)

>>37301867

"The others are on their way, I can make a much speedier journey after all. It seems you found our mysterious missing sandal, a bakezoori no less..."
"Ah, yeah. Could you get that boy to stop messing with my sword by the way?"
"But he can barely lift it..."
"Which is what worries me, if he somehow DOES lift it he's very likely to drop it and I'm nearby!"
"Ufufuu... Okay then," she says, stepping round to apprehend him, "Knock it off dear or I'll dangle you from the air."
"Dangle from the air?! That sounds like fuuUUAAAAHHHH"

Your sword clatters to the floor beside you and you heave a sigh of relief.

"Now then, it'll only be few minutes for me to draw up the requisite talismans needed to banish and bind this bakezoori. Just sit tight for now, Eriasu-san."
"Banish and bind..? Surely there's another wa-"
"Yooououu willll neeeveeer baaaaniiiish meeeee! I'll TREEAAAD OOON YOUUU AALLLL!"
"Another way? It seems not."

You sigh, disappointed at this turn of events. Still, you have to admit, this sandal is particularly antagonistic to all and every... You just can't shake the fact he waited for you to be ready before resuming you fight though. You know that those black beads belie more complex thoughts and motives than the brusque surface demeanour would sug-

"All done Eriasu." says Umeko, stepping round the gurgling child held aloft by her magic and kneeling to paste a strip of paper with a series ink shapes onto the 'face' of the sandal-man. He stiffens, going completely rigid and then she places a secondary one beside it. Dusky smoke spews from the body of the youkai, swirling around as it flows towards the secondary talisman which seems to suck it up and visibly eject it, purple flames consuming it as it goes, flickering hypnotical-

"It is done." says Umeko, and you look down to find you're simply kneeling in a pile of straw with a pair of sandals left where the head once was.

>(Cont.)

>>37301884

You close your eyes a moment, a quick thought for the being that is no longer here before you push yourself up and wipe the worries from your mind. What's done is done and you've freed the people up here from a threat. You retrieve your broadsword, stashing it away on your back and turn to face the flailing miscreant.

"Come on Umeko, I think that's enough."
"Ufufuu... Little boys should mind their manners more..." she says as she gently lowers him only to drop him the last few inches.

You check in on the old man but find that he'll be alright. The family up here make a living gathering mountain plants for medicinal remedies, they're more than capable of healing him up.

"Will these sandals ever become like that again?" you ask Umeko as the pair of you descend the mountain.
"I do not think so, at least not within our lifetime. These sandals have been well looked after but you can tell from design that they are several generations old. When objects last for that long the thoughts and feelings of beings around them leave an impression that becomes unto its own. I have separated this from our world, those sandals are utterly mundane now."
"I see." you say, not really sure how you feel about learning this.

---

You met back up with Kanada and Yuki halfway up the mountain, red in the face as they were hurrying up the steep slope. You filled them in with the tale of your fight as you all made your way back, Kanada getting a laugh from Umeko's recount of the boy that had been pestering you. The conversation moved on to what everyone had learnt about that missing wife but you still don't have much to go on beyond one person's account that they'd seen her running into the forest in the middle of the night.

>(Cont.)

>>37301900

You stop by the sandal-owner to hand them over and he thanks you graciously, stating that they'd belonged to his father, and his father's father and so on before handing you 23,000 yen for your troubles, listening eagerly as you told him what had happened to them.

> +17,250 yen (like, $144.00!) (You gave Umeko her cut)

It's dark now so you all return to the inn, ordering a meal that comprised of long thin pasta strands in a bowl of thin soul with chopped vegetables bobbing about.

> -1200 yen (meals were 300 yen a head)

"So all that's left is to find that wife tomorrow and we'll have cleaned this place of jobs!" says Kanada jubilantly, waving his chopsticks around for emphasis that causes Yuki to duck an errant 'noodle' as they're apparently called.
"Watch what you're doing, baka!" she cries, flicking him on the nose with her own chopstick.
"Ufufu... Still, as Kanada says we're nearly done here. We should make plans for where to go next."
"Ahh, well it's just like I said! I should be able to find something a bit tougher but more rewarding from one of my siblings, just gotta track 'em down first."
"And how hard will that be?" you ask.
"Depends on whether they want to be found, but even then I have a few tricks up my sleeve."
"Sounds good then." you say, finishing your bowl, "Shall we all get an early night then? It'd let us be up nice and early to find that wife."
"Up to you, boss-man, but I have a couple more bottles of sake if anyone here's interested. Umeko? How about you? You seem the sort to appreciate a good sake..."
"Ufufu..."

>>37246103

>98
You foe takes this opportunity to turn to the crowd, arms held aloft in display of his victory over you, the cheer ringing loud and long throughout the arena.

This will not stand.

You reach down and grasp the trident by the prongs to give you better grip, the shaft too slippery against your gauntleted fingers. The joints creak and groan as you muster your strength and pour it forth, the ground slowly giving way around it.

"Oh, now Romulus is looking desperate here and what do you know, our other contestant just doesn't even care that he still struggles! Perhaps he hopes for a better fight?"

With a wrench that nearly dislocates your arms you pull it free, stumbling back but lashing a foot out to steady yourself. Ignoring the commentator you busy yourself at the edge of your prison, thrusting the trident into the earth and using the prongs to loosen it away from the sharpened weight that holds the net down.

With the third one freed you drop to the floor and slide yourself out from underneath it, leaving the trident as you draw your gladius and rush towards your captor, who even now still strikes poses for the crowd.

You make your final step towards him and begin to swing your blade at his nape-

>34
-only for him to drop to a crouch at the last second and you watch in slow motion as he spins and thrust his palm out into your chest, your blade serving only to nick his shoulder before you're sent flying across the ring, sliding to a halt on the dirt to a deafening roar from the crowd which serves to drown out Domenette's presumably snarky thoughts on this turn of events.

Still. You're free, the net's not and he's yet to pick his trident back up. Certainly a turn for the better.

>>37270632

>43
Your voice quavers a little despite your efforts and you hear the conversation around you halt, a drop of pure silence to let you know that you have irrevocably disturbed the waters. You hear footsteps coming your way and one of the voices sounds out again in a wheedling tone.

"Welllll lookey here then, seems our 'esteemed guest' is awake..."

You can hear him leering in your face and then your head is tugged to the side and the blindfold comes loose, the light piercing your retinas causing you to squint.

"And 'e know's why we're all 'ere too, now ain't he astute. Tell me then, why ARE you here?"
"Well obviously you've kidnapped me, though whether you wan-"
"Right you are, sonny jim." he says, cutting you off before you can voice your thoughts as to whether they were trying to recruit you as a superhero. "And as you may well surmise the reason for tha' is because we want your parents' money. Count yerself lucky lad, you're a privileged person to be here right now."

This last comment sends a wave of eagerness through you at being told you were privileged before you realised that he probably wasn't being too serious about it. Rather, you WERE from a privileged background and are NOW being held ransom.

The man gets back up and paces around in front of you, pretending to follow his movement you scan your peripheral vision and surmise that there are three people in here - or at least three in front of you. Their attention seems to be satisfactorily on other things so you start wiggling your hands and feet about surreptitiously to feel for restraints. Your legs are free it seems but your hands are bound together, though not to chair as far as you can tell.

>(Cont.)

>>37301953

"-have to ask, why exactly ARE you wrapped up in bandages anyway kid? You that much of a mummy's boy? AAAAHAaHaHaaa!" he bursts out, laughing at his own joke. His cronies follow suit. "Aaaaahhh, no, but seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you? You got some kinda skin condition under there?"

"Hunh? No! I uh, well, it makes me look cool and mysterious, yunno? Like, people see me, they thinking 'ooh, who's that guy, and why's he all bandaged up?'"

There's a stunned silence as they all look at your again before falling about laughing. The nearest one has tears trickling down his cheeks.

>76
Well, that does it, you're done sitting around here. The bonds on your wrists are loose now and with juussst a twist of-

There we go! Hands nice and free, yup, legs free too, quick wiggle to check the rest of me is... And they don't seem to have noticed anything yet either, bunch of bastards still busy laughing...

>>37276238

Well with that taken care of you suppose you best track down another source of magical power to head to towards. A moment of concentration later and you've pinpointed your next target.

>84
You're not prepared to hang around, not now, not whilst that fight still lingers in your veins. You deign to unfurl your wings, blessing this marred earth with your radiance, a myriad of colours shattering and dancing across the surface as your crystalline wings scatter the light about you. You stretch your wings wide, strainging on each muscle and ligament in turn to fully feel them again, the tensions sending shivers of pleasure through your body, you close your eyes and envisage each and every twitch as a dancing note in your mind...

Yes, your wings are ready to bear your majesty.

>98
You inhale the cool clear air that is being drawn down through the hole wideing in the smog and hold it in your lungs, bathing them in the sweet nectar. You raise your wings high, crouch your legs and jump with your full being, streaking through the air and coming to a slow a good twenty metres up only to beat your wings down, catching and thrusting the air earthwards with them, propelling you up and up through the billowing clouds around you...

>(Cont.)

>>37301988

And then you break through, cresting the seas of smoke and gleaming in the dazzling sunlight, ripples of divine pleasure cascading through you, leaving you trembling and quaking, tears of euphoria streaming across your face as you dip into a glide and soar onwards to your destination. You blink, clearing your eyes of the moisture and gazing around with renewed clarity, you hadn't realised quite how much the ash below had cluttered your lenses until this moment.

Turning your attentions to that overwhelming source of magical power you rise on the thermals provided by the burning land below and make your way onwards.

---

You're circling over a walled city, filled with ruined buildings and crumbling rubble. The one largely intact structure is a great tower, jutting forth from the land like , well like a thing that juts really proudly. Your keen vision traces across the ground and you spot a sign at the base, "Tower of Deathrape" scrawled in what appears to be dried blood. How crass. And somewhat out of place, this whole area looks like a pit of despair only it is dazzled by pure sunlight that strikes forth from clear blue skies. The incongruity is perplexing.

Still, as you revolve around the tower you ascertain that it is indeed inside that the magical power resides. At this range you also note that it is a cluster of several magical powers rather than the singular one you had anticipated. Which only means that the individuals are weaker than you believed.

>(Cont.)

>>37302019

You alight at the entrance at the tower's base and set foot inside, bemused as what seem to be creatures made from food skitter around. You pay them no mind as you ascend the tower, eventually coming out at the top. You step forth into a chamber with no ceiling, the skies above, sun shining twixt the proud pillars ringing the place. Before you are six figures.

At the base of the dais stands one of the food-people, next to her a gir- no, wait, a boy dressed in pink. Behind them is a brute of a man lying on a chaise longue, muscles rippling as he accepts the fruit a girl tucked up beside him offers. At the top of the dais in a golden throne more ornate than anything you've ever witnessed sits a young girl in scruffy attire, curiously her presence dominates the space despite this. Perched on a cushion beside her is a woman with pointed ears and closed eyes, she's makes no indication that she's recognised your entrance.

The man let's out what is a mixture of a hum and a sigh, locking his gaze on you with dreamy eyes. You cannot help but feel enrapt at the perfect shape of his body, oiled muscles practically twinkling in the light. The enthroned one claps her hands lightly together to regain your attention.

"Welcome to New Heaven." she says, "I am Punch Rockgroin."

>>37281074

"Well... I think that a trip to Ireland would be too dangerous right now, I have no idea how likely this... thing inside me is to act up when I least expect it. That and going to the place we obtained the ritual involved with its arrival... That said, what's the best way to get there?"

>90
"Hmm, well you would need to catch a ferry to cross over. The nearest port is Plymouth but the ferry would have to sail round Cornwall, it's probably faster to head to south-west Wales and take it from a small place by the name of Fishguard across the narrowest point this side of Scotland. Of course, it might well depend on whereabouts in Ireland you'd be heading..."

"Right, thanks. That said, I think it would be best for me to speak with a practitioner of eldritch magic. I... I don't suppose you know anyone who could help me in that capacity?"

>92
He stays quiet for a moment before replying in a careful tone.
"As a matter of fact I do. He... He's currently on parole. Tried and convicted for practising an eldritch summoning ritual. I know him well, it was out of curiosity for the unknown that he did it, nothing more, nothing less."

>(Cont.)

>>37302049

The meaningful way he looks at you conveys what he doesn't say - that your own situation would land you in much the same place as his old friend were the authorities to learn of it.

"I am reluctant to involve him in anything that could violate his parole and quite honestly it's his own enthusiasm that's most likely to end up the cause rather than anything you would beyond simply being there... However, your situation is worrisome enough that I cannot bear to starve you of the help you require, especially if the repercussions have bearing beyond yourself." He sighs, full of melancholy. "Here are his contact details. Wales, you'll note, so on your way to Ireland already..."

You accept the slip of paper with thanks, tucking it into your pocket.

"And now I wish to ask you when you intend to leave. How is your magic on that note? You might wish to stay here a few days, I'll see if we can arrange a few private lessons for you if you wish them."

Hmm. A place to sleep, presumably food too and lessons? That's an offer you'd struggle to turn down if you weren't anxious about... the thing inside you.

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Rolled 41, 93 = 134 (2d100)

>>37301860
>>37301867
>>37301884
>>37301900
>>37301916
Wow, this was posted literally as I was brushing my teeth to go to bed, refreshing the catalog one last time. That's lucky.

>Name: Elias
>Gender: Male
>Age: 23
>Race: Human
>Fluff: Elias was born and raised in the holy order of the Saint-Warriors of the Thirteenth Apostle, or Apocyphtes, the result of the entirety of Mormon Utah separating and walling itself off to form a magic-based, technology-ignoring militarized order based off largely Catholic practices. It's his first time out of the order's moving headquarters, and he is determined to prove his worth to both his superior knights and the woman he left back at home, Karoline, gifting him a small purple armband embroidered with a golden heart that he would not forget her on his journeys. Elias is about 5'11, and has pale but healthy-looking skin, deep blue eyes, and shining, short blonde hair with just the tiniest hints of stubble. He's much more lean and toned than anything, but nicely-muscled from years of training.
>Equipment: Armband, Generic Broadsword, 24,550 Yen
>Companions: Yuki (Lancer), Kanada (Rogue), Umeko (Fan Mage)
>Special Abilities: [Smite] - Smite!
>Bonus: [Pure of Heart] - +10 to combating evil, +5 to resisting temptation. This bonus is lost if you abandon your waifu back home.

1. Eh, we had some of this alcohol the last time and were totally fine, I think I speak with utmost confidence when I say that I can responsibly drink with Kanada and Umeko, having only as much as is proper. The worst thing that happened last time was mistaking a room for another one, hardly a terrible event!

2. This should be a great opportunity to talk more with Umeko in a more casual setting, as well! I'm still sad about having to banish the Sandalman, though. At least we didn't need to kill him.

Reporting in to offer guaranteed quality advice and suggestions when the situation requires it!

Still here. Guess I have to wait for 13lackcat

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>37301988
>>37302019
>>37302038

>Name: Lorenth

>Race: Angel(Archangel )

>Class: Mystical bard

>Cause: Restore the faith of his dead god with him as the new god and rule the land with hedonism.

>Fluff: For millenia I, Lorenth the meister of music, served by my god. My god was the god of beauty and music but he wasnt a human god. No he was a ruler of the entire concept of passions. I fought by him for millenia protecting and cultivating the worlds beauty, until an ancient appeared. This ancient, known only as The Silent Voice came to destroy the worlds beauty!! My lord gathered all his Angels, Paladins, and Clerics and we attacked the monster. The beast died and in the process destroyed my lord and most of his force. Me and my fellow angels slept for millenia, corrupted by the monster, only to awaken once our beauty and the corruption merged.

>Equipment: The scythe of passion. A mokn shaped sword able to cut through any thought, emotion, will, or belief and can twist any being to the wielders needs. It can even cut souls and destroy any concept from life to death.

>Special: I can control any passion or thought. Be it the will to die or lust i can make it reality and alter anything to fit its shape and power. I also give off an aura of any emotion i choose with my prefered ones being lust or ecstasy.

>Bonus: Can manipulate ANYTHING as long as a passion is linked to it(+20) for ex, if someone lust for another person, he can not only make that person theis but manipulate either of them through their passion, be it changing their race, gender, or power he can change them.

1. Say hello
2. Ask about this place

Rolled 77, 1 = 78 (2d100)

>>37302640
Woops messed up roll

>>37302680
I'd say you messed up this one as well.

Right, well I'm too sleepy to finish off an update for Darius. Not sure how much time I have after I wake to write more, I ended up promising someone I'd gamble loose change on games of Ludo this afternoon.

So, err, huzzah for that.

>>37283382
Fine, I was wrong, I admit it. He's in Desert!Dallas.

>>37272451
You tear into your turkey leg, savoring the flavor of the tough meat as you chew it down.

>37, -1 Turkey Leg

Well, the bleeding's stopped, but your wounds are still tender. You'll need a little more to fully heal up.

After wrapping your wounds in the gauze you got from fighting all those mummies in that tomb from a while ago, you grip your HEAVY MACHINE GUN tight as you make your way along the path of footsteps.

>85
After a few minutes of running, you think you hear something behind you. You glance over your shoulder only to see darkness. You do hear a growling purr, however.

Up in front of you, a BIG, ancient structure appears from behind some trees. It's a similar to a pyramid, only there's a tower coming out of the top, and four more at the corners. You also see a camp in front of the entrance to the building.

Rolled 21, 68 = 89 (2d100)

>>37301860
>Name: Hando
>Gender: Male
>Age: 26
>Race: Human
>Fluff: He's a 4th reich fighting man, he will kick out the scum (non humans) carrying the banner of his people, He's a skinhead and a glorious fighter
>Equipment: Steel shiv, Prison armband 1 market carving knife and a hunting rifle with a small bundle of munitions for it. battleaxe
>Special Abilities: [Coke Rage] - You get a high bonus to attacks and withstanding damage, briefly. .
>Bonus: [Deutschland Uber Alles] -10 to interactions with non-Aryans, +5 to Goosestepping!
Action 1: Take the little coke i have left
Action 2: ATTACK!

Rolled 79, 14 = 93 (2d100)

>>37302058

>Name : Mira Judicium
Gender: Female
Race: Human (corrupted)

Age: 18

Fluff: Too long. Girl Corrupted by an Eldritch summon that killed her daddy and mutated her. Currently trying to find a way to get it out
>Equipment: Moon pendant, Large rucksack, Tent, rollable foam mattress, sleeping bag, trangia and a bottle of methylated spirits, sensible walking gear (boots, gaiters, waterproof coat, comfortable clothes), a ceremonial dagger, spare clothes and your spellbook wrapped in a binliner to keep them dry and as many packets of dried food as you can cram in. Noodles, couscous, preserved meat, nuts etc, map, compass, manor house key

>Spells: Magic attack, Fire attack, Wall of Force, Blink, Vanish, Banishment ray, Magelight

>Special Abilities: [More than meets the eye] - Harboured within yourself is something strange and powerful. You can call upon it when you want to but it will be more likely to manifest by itself the greater physical or mental strain you experience.

>Bonus: [Well-bred] - You are the daughter of a wealthy family that can trace its illustrious history far back. As such you have been brought up with proper manners and speech. +10 when speaking to upper class people, -5 when speaking to the rough and ready.

1) Accept the Offer for a week or two. With how travel is these days it would be foolish to try to pass the countryside with our current ability to defend ourselves.
2) Describe our magical capabilities and ask if it is possible to learn some spells more viable in dangerous situations. Forcewall takes too much time to be cast, Blink is too tiresome, And Vanish lasts for too little

thinly veiled attempt to stay here so i can meet with Aya

Bump

Rolled 2, 96 = 98 (2d100)

>>37304100
>Name: Marko
>Gender: Male
>Age: 35
>Race: Human
>Fluff: Marko has served under different flags and different forces, a gun nut of the highest caliber he's fired everything from Rockets to Rail Rifles, Pistols to Plasma bolters. Fighting on different parts of the world he's seen and faced more than many a man has. Demons?

"If it bleeds, I can kill it."

With his trusty HEAVY MACHINEGUN he's ready to kick some demonic ass, for a price, naturally. All of the proceeds he earns goes toward the noble cause of the acquisition of more guns.
>Equipment: HEAVY MACHINE GUN, with lasers and a flame thrower taped on. Two frag grenades, one sticky grenade (it has a stick coming out of it), $17.24, knife, pistol
>Special Abilities: Due to his experience as a soldier, he can heal injuries by eating a lot. Also, +5 to combat rolls
>Bonus: Can drive nearly any vehicle until it blows up.

1-2. Marko crouched low behind the bushes, eyeing for any signs of movement in the camp.

This could be the cultists, or it could be archaeologists, anything was possible, so he had better be prepared for anything.

He approached the camp, walking softly, but carrying a big gun.

Rolled 31, 63 = 94 (2d100)

>Name: Mister Lister
>Gender: Male
>Age: 17
>Race: Human
>Fluff: Just a normal teenage boy. Has a bit of an over-imaginative imagination. Thinks he looks cool and mysterious when he's wrapped up in bandages. Headed out for adventure. A miracle that he's managed to stay alive.

>Equipment: Carbolic acid, small roll of surgeon tools, spare bandages
>Special Abilities: [Whirling Fury!] - You spin around, making good use of those ballet lessons you’d been forced to attend as a child. Doesn’t really do much but has the potential to entangle things with your bandages, confuse your foes or give someone a nasty knock if they get too close to your flailing arms.
>Bonus: [Head in the clouds] - When life gives you lemons you dream of lemonade! You can generally pretend most situations are better than they are but sometimes suffer from paranoia.

1&2. Why are they even laughing? Well, they might not have thought I was cool and mysterious, but it did make them curious, so that's a win in my book. I can do this. I'll take down the leader and the rest will follow. I spring up, quickly grab the chair and smash it over the head of the laughing guy in front of me. Now that I think about it, I hope these guys don't have any guns. Too late for that now anyway. I can do this.

Rolled 71, 48 = 119 (2d100)

>>37253848
Aya cocks her head "I guess...? I still don't know where the Lead pipe comes from... Or why I'm in dooblin."

"Or why I was in space in a green capsule in my dream....Or who else I'm sharing myself with.... If I am sharing myself, I may not even be the original."

"Niamh, where can I go to try and find out....things, and can you help me?"

#Bbump

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Rolled 77, 48 = 125 (2d100)

>>37301937
>Name: Romulus Rastavius Rex
>Gender: ?
>Age: ?
>Race: ?
>Fluff: Purify the Heathens. In his name, let none survive.

>Equipment: Full suit of plate armour, heavily dated in style. Long spear and gladius, age showing in the beaten metal. The spear shaft looks new, you've replaced it often. Bitching cloak, great for keeping your warm if temperature still had hold on you.
>Special Abilities: [Even in Death] - It's not really known what may kill you for it is not really known what manner of being you are.
>Bonus: [I have moved for so long...] - Time has long since raked its claws through your mind and memories. You no longer recall who you are, or how you came to be. All that you know are the actions most ingrained in your being: fighting. +10 to combat rolls, -100 to filling out application forms.

1-2; It is over now, I have him right where I want him. Approach him in a way where it would be easy to intercept him if he made for the net and trident and smash him like the weasel he is. If he attempts to dodge by me or counter inside my defense, palm my spear head and lodge it into his head.

Bump

>>37309640
Number your actions correctly.

Bump

Bump for frigid Scandinavian ice mages, frisky Japanese fire priests, and their sexual adventures with Elias, whoose resistance only makes it hotter

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>>37313560
>spirited jap fire priest holding down the two prudish virgin scandinavians with fire magic and making them do as she wants between the three of them

Stop it, anon. I can only have so many boners.

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>>37302019
>You're circling over a walled city, filled with ruined buildings and crumbling rubble. The one largely intact structure is a great tower, jutting forth from the land like , well like a thing that juts really proudly. Your keen vision traces across the ground and you spot a sign at the base, "Tower of Deathrape" scrawled in what appears to be dried blood. How crass. And somewhat out of place, this whole area looks like a pit of despair only it is dazzled by pure sunlight that strikes forth from clear blue skies. The incongruity is perplexing.

Bumping For Ninnius since he's is occupied.

13ump

>>37313560
>>37313660
Regardless of how steamy these situations you describe may or may not be, I refuse to let you inflame my desires in the name of purity! Okay, seriously, why are these pants so damn tight? How am I supposed to defend muh purity if these bloody skintight things betray me? STOP IT, THIS ISN'T FUNNY.

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>>37319140

Well since Ninnius got really distracted with another quest(rightfully so we'd have been stuck for even longer without his help), looks like tonight is a silent night. Final bump before sleep.

>>37319927
Done playing Ludo and Snakes & Ladders. God they're drawn out.

I mean, I like rolling dice as much as the next person but that S&L game took forever......

Anyway, monotony kinda frazzled me. I'll try writing some updates but no guarantees there'll be anything appearing tonight.

>>37322528
Yeah snakes and ladders can take a while, between that and the spreadsheet you did I was just bumping to keep thread alive. Whenever you get it done is fine Ninnius.

>>37322582
Thanks for keeping it up.

Also, forgot to mention, but >>37313929 is now the canon look for New Hell/Heaven's tower/castle only the central portion extends into a circular tower that's about as tall as the spire and topped with bigass pillars.

>>37285952

Your stomach growls and you wave the dryads to follow you as you set off down the street, following your nose.

"Where are we going?" asks Lilo
"Find some food." you reply, "You guys hungry? Wait, what do you even eat?"
"We photosynthesize and drink water for the most part. Vitamin supplements."
"Well that won't do, c'mon, let's get you something hot to eat..."

You drag them after you and quickly find a vendor.

Mmm, hotdogs.

Buying four (you're pretty hungry) you step back against a shop window to avoid the bustle of the street and dig in, realising quite just how famished you are after the day's events. The slick warm oil from the onions trickles down the back of your throat and you moan in content, gnashing your jaws as you wolf it down.

> -$8 ($2 per hotdog)

Having finished you look up to see how the dryads are enjoying what is apparently their first real meal.

>17
Lilo is making a funny face, she either likes it so much or-
Oh, and Apane is flailing about as she looks around for somethin-
Oh, seems she's found it and-
Yup, she's vomiting down the drain. And Lilo's gone and joined her. Well, today you learned that Dryads don't enjoy eating hotdogs.

---

"What are we doing back here again?" asks Lilo as you all head back to the cultist base.
"Rifling through the documents they left behind, hopefully we can pick her trail from it. Important documents, some kinda identification, her name, anything really..."
"But we already know her name, it's Jillian Mercer. And how is knowing her name going to help you track her anyway? You just planning to walk around the city asking if people saw her?"
"I, uh, well..." you reply. It's true, you hadn't really thought this through...
"Look, if you're just going to waste our time then Apane and I will just head to their next base by ourselves. You might not take YOUR sister's life seriously but we do with OURS'!"

>(Cont.)

>>37325312

This retort hits you like a slap to the face, how DARE they think that you aren't concerned for your sister?!

"Now look her-"

>64
"And look, there's police milling about here now too! We can't even get inside anymore."

Well, nothing left but to head to one of their bases then. Houston's the closest of the two and not knowing which facilities were at what you've got no better plan to work from. 'Sides, good chance that the receptionist fled to their closest base of operations.

All that remains is finding a way to get there. Taxi would be nice and discreet but likely to be pretty darn expensive. A bus would be a lot cheaper but you'd have two mysterious robed figures to somehow keep from nosey passengers. You suppose you could try jack a car, free barring fuel and no issues with privacy but certainly a bit riskier...

Should probably leave another message for your old team too, lest they try to find you around Dallas.

Bump

Bump

Rolled 77, 23 = 100 (2d100)

>>37325335
>>Darius Greene
>Male
> 32
>Human
> A veteran of war against demon and other supernatural threats Darius, retired after a particularly grueling and lethal mission. He returned to his home only to find it a charnel house, all his family dead except for his youngest sister. Now he's out to find her with the only thing he kept from his old job, a magically enhanced six shooter.
>Equipment: Magic six shooter (Geryon), pimpin' cowboy hat, 885$,,tattered playing cards, bag of $4.5K, 9 Crappy Mobile phones
>Special Abilities: [Quick hands] - you can unload your six shooter in the blink of an eye!
>Bonus: [I've seen things...] - As a veteran of conflicts against the unimaginable you don't even bat an eyelid when faced with horrors (+5 to rolls when facing the supernatural). Alas, your past exploits haunt your dreams and you can never quite get a good night's sleep - you have a mild dependancy of coffee.
>Followers: Apane the Dryad(armed with anitmagic sheild), Lilo the Dryad(One of Apane's little sisters)


1. Call my old team let em know I'm heading to Houston.

2. Take a cab I've got money, speed and secrecy are key.

BUMPAN 13: HARDCORE AYA ON MIRA BUMPING ACTION AS WE WAIT ETERNALLY FOR NINNIUS

Missed the bus bump

bamp

>>37329984
L-lewd....
It would be funny as fuck though if libido causes Mira to transform though

>all this discussion about having the [priest] have a fire focus to serve as antithesis to Elias + frigid scandi ice Mage
>forgetting the fucking [dragon]
Helpful Old Man plans all

bimp

>>37282235
You bring up your rifle, and fire a round into the demon's back.

>37
Your bullet sinks into the demon's flesh, albeit in a non-vital area. The demon growls as whips his tail frantically behind him, taking out one of your men who was too close.

Curious, the bullets hitting his front deflect off of him as if he was made of stone, but the one you fired at his back sunk in so easily. Perhaps...

"That's right, Fat-ass! Over here!" you shout at the demon as you brandish your axe and knife.

The demon chuckles as it turns around, tail swaying dangerously towards your men. Most of them duck, some are knocked over.

You charge towards your opponent, and jump at him yet again.

>57
He brings up a hand to catch you, which he does.

"GYORKGYORKGYORKGYORKGYORKGYORKGYORK! YOU MUST BE INCREDIBLY STUPID OR SIMPLY INSANE!" he says as he squeezes down on you. His fleshy muscles squeezing around you feel jiggly. However, the flesh seems to be... hardening? Becoming tougher. You have an arm free, the one holding onto the carving knife.

Oh yeah, stop doing that "1-2" business, that shit don't fly here.

>>37334739
Oh. . .sorry. . .I should really start thinking of useful secondary actions then.

>>37334739
Fuck you, you don't control me.

>>37336235
>"You don't control me!"
>To the QM.

>>37336277
S/He is doing it anonymously to avoid stupidity backlash. Glad I started marking correctly.

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>>37336304
>>37336277
More like I'm too lazy to type in my name

>>37336235
You're right. You are in possession of a controller with two buttons, which won't work if you press them at the same time.

>>37307214
You crouch down behind some bushes, and scout out the camp.

>2
It's too dark to see anything. Strange, you could have sworn the moon was out. Looking up, you see a full moon.

Why is it glowing purple!?

Confused, you turn your attention back to the camp. It seems as though it's either been abandoned, or the people in it have retired early, for there aren't any lights on.

Not able to make anything out from here, you decide to get closer.

>96
You spot a branch overhead in the darkness, and wouldn't you know it, it goes out towards that camp over there. Once you climb up the tree, you silently crawl along the branch until you've come up over the camp perimeter. You hear whispering underneath you, as well as growling behind you, distant. You reach the end of the branch, and hop down, landing roughly between some tents. You hear some men laughing in one tent, and some snoring in another.

Bumping for more ditzy elves, tight pants paladins, crazy gunners, bandaged chunnis, mary sue angels, abominified ladies, Skin headed berserkers, nameless armors, and out of depth gunslingers.

Bump for nat 1 angel

Rolled 54, 41 = 95 (2d100)

>>37337378
>Name: Marko
>Gender: Male
>Age: 35
>Race: Human
>Fluff: Marko has served under different flags and different forces, a gun nut of the highest caliber he's fired everything from Rockets to Rail Rifles, Pistols to Plasma bolters. Fighting on different parts of the world he's seen and faced more than many a man has. Demons?

"If it bleeds, I can kill it."

With his trusty HEAVY MACHINEGUN he's ready to kick some demonic ass, for a price, naturally. All of the proceeds he earns goes toward the noble cause of the acquisition of more guns.
>Equipment: HEAVY MACHINE GUN, with lasers and a flame thrower taped on. Two frag grenades, one sticky grenade (it has a stick coming out of it), $17.24, knife, pistol
>Special Abilities: Due to his experience as a soldier, he can heal injuries by eating a lot. Also, +5 to combat rolls
>Bonus: Can drive nearly any vehicle until it blows up.

1. I am no stranger to strange sights and sounds, but that deep growl of the jungle is. . .worrisome. Morso than the odd moon. There was magic at play here, or somebody really liked to be theatrical.

First, deathly quiet, then deafening boom.

But for now, deathly quiet, until the last moment.

I watch and wait for an opening, knife in hand. A man leaving his station I could pull into a bush with a knife at his neck. Or peer into the tent with the snorers perhaps?

I'll see when opportunity approaches.

2. . . .I consider the possibility of using rope to tie someone down. Funny, I'm used to rescuing prisoners than making them.

I've been lucky with prisoners before, rescuing them usually turned up something good whether it was ammo, food, even information.

Maybe I'll be lucky again.

>>37340485
You decide to keep to the shadows, and wait a bit. No one notices you. However, nothing much changes during the 10 minutes to wait there except that the men in one tent have starting having a serious conversation about something, You think you hear the words, "power," and "ritual" and "world will be ours." Bored out of your mind, you decide to peek into that tent with the snorer.

Inside the tent is barracks, with many cots, though only one of them is occupied. Seems like this guy missed the wake-up call. With him snoring like that, it's entirely plausible.

>41
You open up his footlocker to see if he has any rope, but sadly he doesn't. There is his uniform, though.

Rolled 96, 96 = 192 (2d100)

>Name: Marko
>Gender: Male
>Age: 35
>Race: Human
>Fluff: Marko has served under different flags and different forces, a gun nut of the highest caliber he's fired everything from Rockets to Rail Rifles, Pistols to Plasma bolters. Fighting on different parts of the world he's seen and faced more than many a man has. Demons?

"If it bleeds, I can kill it."

With his trusty HEAVY MACHINEGUN he's ready to kick some demonic ass, for a price, naturally. All of the proceeds he earns goes toward the noble cause of the acquisition of more guns.
>Equipment: HEAVY MACHINE GUN, with lasers and a flame thrower taped on. Two frag grenades, one sticky grenade (it has a stick coming out of it), $17.24, knife, pistol
>Special Abilities: Due to his experience as a soldier, he can heal injuries by eating a lot. Also, +5 to combat rolls
>Bonus: Can drive nearly any vehicle until it blows up.

1. Marko listened to the men speak.

Yeahhhhh, these are the cultists alright, or else give me an eyepatch and call me morden.

So I could go guns blazing right now. . .but damn if I don't want to have a bit of fun with these chucklfucks first.

Hmmm, a uniform?

2. A differently dressed Marco carrying his backpack sat down by the men around the fire. Just as casual as can be.

"Greetings Brothers, I am the new arrival, how goes it?"

>>37344064
>double 96
SHiiieeeeeettt

>>37344064
This is refuge in audacity quest.

>>37344064
You are clearly a master of disguise! Make sure to keep your ears open for upcoming important plot hooks!

>>37344064
>fire
???????????

>>37344190
Woops. Forgot that the laughing men were in a tent and not a campfire.

>>37344214
The only light out is the moon.

>>37344240
Gotcha.

Interpret my action as you see fit. Here's my fingers crossed that the sleeping fella IS a new recruit.

babump

Rolled 2 (1d3)

Don't mind me, just rolling a dice

>>37302087

"Well if you're offering..." she replies.
"Hahah, well count me in." you say, thinking about the last time. You'd managed to stay nice and responsible despite the influence, this time won't be any different, "Be a nice way to celebrate our third job!"
"Not like I can miss out on all the fun..." adds Yuki, smiling.
"Then sake it is! I dunno about your room but ours has a table and a couple chairs..."
"Same for us, we'll just grab the seats and move them over."
"Then what are we sitting around here for then, eh?!"

---

"-and then, well, I said him I did, I said 'Gama, my old pal, you're too old for school, what're you still doing there?' and he just says 'Kanada, your discipline is lacking! Allow me to teach you the error of your ways!', ahahah."
"What then, what happened next?!" interjects Yuki, absolutely taken by his tall tale.
"Well the fellow's a big guy, and when I say big I mean BIG. I know that taking him head on in a brawl will definitely spell trouble for me so when he throws his punch I jump right? High enough to clear that punch and without even meaning to I ended up landing on his outstretched fist! Now, I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth so I take that opportunity to get a front kick in, BAM, right in the chops!"
"Aaah, kakkoii!"
"So then I follow through with a backwards flip and land before him, and I say 'I see now that perhaps you DO still need to learn. Let me bear witness to your strength again!' before I do that ninja trick and vanish in a cloud of smoke! I appeared off the one side on a wall, man, the look on his face was priceless!"

>41
"Ahahahah, the thought of you being all wise old man..." you say.
"Yeah? Well, I've practised hard, learned a lot you know! You wanna try your luck in a fight Eriasu?!"

Oops. Maybe you've had a bit more to drink than you thought, you really didn't mean it to come out that way...

>(Cont.)

>>37346551

"No, sorry Kanada, I didn't mean it like that - it's just, you're such an easy going fellow y'know? Imagining you as a serious mentor is just a funny mental image..."
"Hahah, just messin' with you pal!"
"Ah, c'mon, I thought- Nevermind..." you sigh, grin splaying your lips in relief that you hadn't offended him afterall. With that pleasant thought you take another gulp of sake, leaning on one elbow as your eyes casually rove the group before settling on Yuki next to you.
"Ufufu...My mentor was quite a lively fellow too actually."

Umeko's comment snaps you out of your reverie and you spin your head round to face her.

>93
"Oh, you had a mentor? What were they like?" you ask, sensing an opportunity to learn more about her. Normally she's tighter than a clam.
"Hm... What's it now, must be... getting on for five years since I last saw her. As for what she was like, well she was always energetic, always looking forward to tomorrow when all that it would bring was the same old shrine duties she'd performed daily until then... She was the sort of person who could brighten a room just by being there."
"Wow, she sounds like a great person! The man who taught me sword-fighting was as grouchy as the come, we trained in the rain because the sun pissed him off."
"Ahahahah, sounds like you had it tough Eriasu!"
"Well, it wasn't too bad really. Anyway, how come you haven't seen them in five years Umeko?"

She falters slightly as she replies.
"I- I haven't been back to the shrine since then... I er, I've been too busy adventuring." she says before brightening visibly, "But what about you two-" she says gesturing at Yuki and Kanada, "What were your teachers like?"
"Aaaaah, well I'm from a ninja clan y'know? I was taught by me old man and let me tell you he drove us hard! Why, when I was only seven we got three bowlfuls at mealtimes and only one of them wasn't poisoned - we had to eat the right one or die!"
"Ufufufu... Sounds tiring..."

>(Cont.)

>>37346574

"Well, one day I ate all three because I was an obstinate little kid, figured I'd teach HIM a lesson right? And it turned out NONE of them were poisonous! Old snake had been tricking us for weeks! Now, when my brother saw this..."

---

As the night had worn on and everyone had started to get a bit drowsy, barring Kanada that is, Yuki had ended up lying down on one of the futons and falling sound asleep, a strand of hair dangling by her nose that flutters every time she exhales. As the rest of you finish up, a bit unsteady on your feet and sleepy to boot you look across to the inviting beds...

"Let's all just crash here tonight, eh?" murmurs Kanada, "Eriasu and me will take the other futon, you can share with Yuki."
"Ufufu... sounds good to me."

And with that you snuff the candle and join the pile, settling in as you swiftly drift off...

---

You're half asleep, the scatters of a dream amusing you idly as you watch it unfold. You realise that you're aware of a weight on your arm, contact on your back and front. Then you realise that your forearm and hand are feeling kinda numb and groan internally at the prospect of the pins and needles that will arise. The niggling thought drags you back to consciousness and you experimentally try wiggling your fingers to ascertain quite how uncomfortable they're going to be...

In response to this you feel movement in front of you and it dawns on you that someone's managed to roll onto your arm during the course of the night. And now they're nuzzling into your chest...

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>tfw romulus will never leave final boss round

>>37302640

"Hello." you reply.

>77
Punch watches you expectantly but when it becomes apparent you have no more to say she opens her mouth again.
"We are the the six heavenly pillars, who might you be?"
"I am Lorenth the Meister of Music, Archangel of Dethan."
"I see. We here are all blessed by our Lord and Saviour Baby Jesus. I have not heard of a god name Dethan, which domain is his?"
"He is the god of beauty and music, the ruler of the entire concept of passions!" you say, spreading your arms wide to emphasize.

The man quirks at this, sitting upright and pulling the girl beside him onto his lap, softly stroking her neck as he regards you with an intent look.

"The ruler of passions you say..." he rumbles in a sultry tone, "Then perhaps we are more familiar with him than we realise. My name is Slab Bulkhead, the former demon king of New Hell." He chuckles, rich with mirth.

You forehead creases at this, you are amongst MORE demon kind?! The foul blight this man must have been responsible for...

Your thoughts start to shift into intricate articulations as you begin to weigh up the beings before you, calculating...

"Tell me about this place." you demand to keep them talking, give you time to follow your thoughts to their preordained conclusion. Your tainted tapering points begin to be moved by a wind that does not exist.

"It is as Slab said." chimes in the girl beside him, "This place was once New Hell. The epicentre of the recent demonic insurgence to this world."

As you process the words she utters your eye start darting back and forth across them all. They sit there, in this radiant light, idle, unmoving, a mask of beauty that starts to crumble before your gaze, the air eerily silent, deathly silent. For would there not be music if this place truly was a drop of perfection?

>(Cont.)

>>37346689

"We had fallen into the depravity one would imagine from such a place and we revelled in it, until our current Queen arrived and fought her way to the top. She blessed every vanquished foe and this marked the birth of what you see before you now - New Heaven."

Your eyes once more rest on the so-called Queen of New Heaven as she sits on that throne idly, robed in grubby cloth that is of ill fit. The facade before you cracks further and you hear a rattling sound from your right, turning to look but realising only that your taint is thrumming with vehemence at the tangle of lies around you, catching you, drawing you into their false paradise. Your flicking gaze catches that creature of food, the preposterous manner in which leafy vegetable comprises its hair...

>1
No. This cannot stand. This place is an affront to all you and your god hold dear, an abomination. At least the previous rule had the decency to name it what it is - HELL.

"So, Lorenth." comes the dirty girl's lofty voice, overbearing in its mock sincerity, "Tell us more of your god. He sounds like a noble entity, I should like to know more of his influe-"
"ENOUGH OF THIS FARCE!" you screech, spittle spraying in your rage, "I SEE NOW THAT FOR THIS WORLD TO BE BEAUTIFUL ONCE MORE I MUST ERADICATE THIS PLACE."

You bask in the reactions, the two beings closest to you reel in shock, Slab cocks an eyebrow, the girl beside him covers her mouth with her hand, presumably to hide her gaping mouth at this turn of events, taken aback that someone would dare challenge them. The woman on the cushion, well, she lies unmoving - perhaps she is deaf then - and Punch, Punch looks bemused.

"Eradicate you say..." she begins, only for you to cut her off.
"IT IS AN BLIGHT UPON THIS LAND, SPILLING FORTH THE NOXIOUS SEEDS OF DECAY! IN THE NAME OF MY GOD-"
"Dethan." she says with a twitch of her lips.
"YES DETHAN. IN HIS NAME I SHALL. KILL. YOU. ALL."

>(Cont.)

>>37346701

You watch them take it in whilst you breathe heavily after shouting that loud, shoulders heaving, chest rising, falling, rising... You vision darkens around the edges as you focus all of your intent at those before you.

"So shall it be. As is customary you may choose your first combatant from those you see before you-"
"YOU THINK YOU CAN FIGHT ME ONE ON ONE?!" you bellow in your fury, clenching your fist tight enough to shatter your bones before releasing it, the endorphins flooding you as it rapidly regenerates.
"It is dishonourable for anything else." replies Punch evenly, bring a hand up to steeple her fingers across her temple.
"And besides," cuts in Slab with uncovered enthusiasm, now sitting up straight, "If we all fight then it'll be over too soon. We'll miss out on valuable entertainment."

>>37305150

You think over it. A week or two would be incredibly useful to have to focus on improving your magical capabilities. It certainly wouldn't do to be waylaid on your journey by something just because you were too impatient. And besides, if the being within you starts to... get out of hand... you can simply pack up and leave earlier than you'd intended.

"Thank you very much for the offer, I should very much like to stay a little while. If it isn't too much trouble I'd like to decide precisely when I leave a little later but I'd say tentatively a week's time, maybe two if- if I'm not being too overbearing."

"You're welcome, we have a fair number of spare rooms nowadays. The young blood these days are more captivated by the marvels of technology than the wonders of magic, though I don't blame them, not when the government pushes that augmented reality system so persistently with all it's bells and whistles."

You idly wonder how old Mr Penrose is in comparison to Geoffrey, their opinions feeling like they belong to the same generation. Magic use does prolong one's time on Earth after all... Then again, you realise, you too share the opinion. Old before your time, as your mother used to say.

"Thank you. As for my magic, well..."

You proceed to give him a rundown on the spells you know and the level at which you can perform them. Penrose reacts curiously when you describe your affinity with your more unusual spells; Wall of Force, Blink, Vanish and Banishment Ray.

"Going back to your more complex spells again, I have to say that's quite the eclectic repertoire you have there. Wall of Force for example, well there's little wonder you struggle with it - it's an advanced spell typically only known by fully qualified magi. You need great dexterity of the mind to be able to refine the barrier and as for being able to use it in a fight, well, I've only ever seen a handful of people who can claim to truly be proficient at that.

>(Cont.)

>>37346736

You Blink is astoundingly impressive if you're capable of what you've said, I'll have to find time to come and watch you demonstrate whilst you're here, but from what you're told me about your struggles with it I believe the issue is actually something different entirely. It's not your mastery of the spell that's lacking, rather your mental constitution overall. I dare say you've been too busy over the years from what you've told me to really find the time necessary to improve it because it requires you to push the levels of your fatigue. Most practitioners have the luxury of time devoted to simple repetition of their spells which serves to both further their understanding of them and gradually extend the duration they can focus their mind for.

Unfortunately you do not have the time for that, for it is years of practise that builds this. There is, however, another way that can have pronounced results in a much shorter timeframe. Simply put, in a life and death situation people are forced to go above and beyond what they are normally capable, the mind retracting its comfort limits in order to survive. This practise is inherently risky and whilst it has been refined over the years, typically by the young and impatient, there is still the danger of failure. In your... current state... I would be even more wary of taxing yourself in this manner since it is unknown how the entity that inhabits you will react to you enduring undue mental stress. If you wish to try it you will have to convince me it is wise through several sessions that build up in intensity first.

I realise I got a little sidetracked with that explanation, but back to your spells - your Vanish likely suffers primarily in the same manner as Blink. We could also find someone to take a look at your technique, see if we can't improve the quality.

>(Cont.)

>>37346753

And finally, your Banishment Ray. I'm afraid to say that we have nobody present that would be capable of assisting you in determining whether your ray will indeed expel its target from this plane - summoning magic is not lawfully practised. It's possible that someone here might be capable of casting that spell themselves for you to compare with, I'll have to ask around.

But yes, all in all a most curious collection you have. Clearly your father was keen on teaching you spells that would lend their favour to keeping you alive. I think perhaps the most impressive aspect is that you've learnt high level spells, at least to a degree, without having picked up a myriad of lesser spells that offer a mage the mental framework that makes it a lot easier to comprehend the conceptual fundamentals involved."

You blush and give an embarrassed smile at these words of praise. It's a nice contrast from what that woman said earlier.

"Anyway, we won't be able to start on that until tomorrow, it's getting late and I need to arrange your stay with the housestaff."

He sits back and opens one of the desk drawers, fishing around a moment before handing you a key. At that moment the door behind you opens and you turn to see that blasted woman again.

"Ms McKinley here will show you the way, it's room thirty five." he says, addressing McKinley, "And could you show Mira the various facilities too? Dining room, that sort of thing."

Shutting the drawer and turning back to you he continues, "I'll be ready to view your performance at nine o'clock tomorrow morning, meet me in the entrance hall. If you've any further questions feel free to ask me now, otherwise Ms McKinley should be able to help with them."

>thinly veiled attempt to stay here so i can meet with Aya
I feel I should point out that you're currently in England and that Aya is in Ireland.

>>37307304

Right, it's time to show these guys a thing or two! Firstly, why it's always a good idea to tie a hostage up properly.

You take a deep breath to ready yourself, exhale, and repeat to hyper-oxygenate your blood and then spring from the chair-

>31
-only to find that you're pretty stiff from your time sat on it, sending you staggering slightly as your muscles wake back up. It costs you precious seconds and the furthest thug is already pointing at you in alarm so without further ado you spin deftly and grab the chair you'd been tied to, carrying on the momentum of the spin and raising it at head level-

>63
CRACK.

You smack the chair over the leader's head, impact shaking it from your grasp as it goes falling past him and there's the moment of truth where he doesn't react and you wait to see how much effect if any you had on him and then he's tilting slightly, everyone's eyes focussed on him before he topples backwards and slams bodily onto the floor, a small plume of dust being thrown up around him.

You look back up at the others and they meet your gaze whilst you slowly ready yourself, assuming your fighting stance. The furthest away one is reaching into his pocket, oh god you hope he hasn't got a gun, surely it can't end like thi-

And then he draws a flick-knife, snapping the blade out with sharp twist of the wrist.

You're not too happy about seeing that appear but at least it's not a gun right?

>>37307322

"Heaven's above, Aya, yer not in Dooblin. Thissus Maynooth. And what do yew mean, 'in space in a green capsule'? Was that another part of yer dream?"
"Yeah, different one from before. It was the one I had before I woke up just now..."
"Aye see... How big was this capsule, was it some kinda spacecraft?"
"Hunh? I dunno, there wasn't anything to compare it to... Look, this is beside the point. Niamh, where can I go to try and find out....things, and can you help me?"
"Aye shall indeed help yew dear. Aye think that we should go and visit someone who will know more than Aye can tell yew about this. A wise-woman of sorts."

You brighten at this suggestion. Yes, a wisewoman sounds like just what you need!

"Where do we find her?!" you ask chirpily.
"...In a barrow."
"What's a barrow?"
"A form of burial chamber."
"R-right. So, er, this woman... Is she human?"
"...No. She's a banshee."

---

It's about midday that you and Niamh arrive at the barrow, fortunately a relatively short distance outside the town. You're dressed in a new set of clothes that Niamh provided and you're clutching your pipe tightly, lest it slip from your hands. You have a feeling it holds some key part in unravelling the mystery of yourself, though you haven't a clue what that might be.

You stand beside an earthen mound, grassy surface broken only on one side by a stone built entrance way leading within.

"Right, now when we're inside leave the talking ter me. Fair warning, she can take many forms, some more... troubling than others. Try not ter let it bother yew. Ready?"
"I... I think so. As much as I ever will be."
"Alright, come along then."

>(Cont.)

>>37346804

You follow Niamh down through the low entrance way into the murky gloom, following an unlit tunnel with a shallow gradient downwards. Patches of blackness on either side mark branching passages but you stick close to her, hand clasped firmly over hers to make sure. You turn to see the entrance only to find it a pinprick in the distance.

Shortly Niamh slows and you stop sharp to avoid bumping into her.

"Badhbh, we come seeking yer knowledge" she says and from the darkness before you comes a reply in a clipped, firm tone.
"Well you better come in then."

Niamh squeezes your hand and tugs you after her as she files into the small chamber that your eyes now accustomed to the dark can pick out the surface details of despite no obvious light source. The woman before you appears middle aged, ample bosom and lined face, hair done up in a bun. A grey hooded cloak is draped around her shoulders and she sits crouched on a wooden stool, regarding you both with beady eyes.

"My, how interesting. You've brought with you an elf. It's been a long, long time since I last clapped my old eyes on one of them... Well speak up, ask what you will."

"My friend-"
"Friend?! HAH!"
"My... lover seems ter have the souls of many within her, and they ar-"
"And can she not speak?" says Badhbh, turning to you, "Tell me child what you wish to know."

>>37309640

You carefully advance on him, moving so as to block him from recovering his trident and net, stepping such that you don't tangle your feet in it. He enters a low fighting stance, knife poised to lash out when you near. You're within range and gauge up your attack... there! Now's the time to strike with your gladius!

>77
You dart to the side he doesn't hold the knife on and swing down, scoring a hit on his forearm but it seems he was expecting this and you have to duck to avoid the flash that narrowly skims across the plume of your helmet, his greater height serving to give you an advantage this time.

You step forward to get behind him on the knife's blind side in order to land another attack but he lunges forward to avoid you, crouching low and spinning to face you. You expected this and rush forward, you spear head readied in the palm of your hand as your prepare to lodge it in his head.

>48
You slam it down but you get the angle wrong and it simply slides across his helmet and beyond, sending you off balance as you stagger after it which gives him time to get back to his feet, knife readied again. You follow through with the momentum, running to put distance between you again as you resume your position to continue blocking his access to the trident and net.

"And it seems that Romulus just can't catch a break with his continued attacks on his foes head! Will he keep this up or go for a softer target?!"

>>37346843
Is that nigga really that strong that 87 and 58 wont do much shit to him? Boss battles hard, no pain no gain doe nigga

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>>37346912
>Mfw I've been forgetting all of the +10 bonuses
I'm terribly sorry about that, Romulus will get bonus bonuses next round. He's, er, been storing up energy or something.

I had a quick look back through this fight and even with the +10 taken into account it wouldn't really change it. Maybe the adjectives I'd have used would be a little different.

Anyway, whilst that 87 would have done some more damage the 58 just ain't enough. This guy's a giant and attacking the ONE armoured spot like that ain't gonna cut it.

>>37347055
I suspect I might well have also been missing out Elias' +10 to combat if you consider youkai inherently evil.

Sandal-man's a grey case there even if you don't work on the logic that youkai are essentially demons thus essentially evil.

That said, I reckon the three oni can't really be classed as evil and they're a form of youkai too, sooo......

Iunno, debate the morality of youkai whilst I sleep. Sorry Darius, no update for you, I nee to be vastly more awake than I am now to write it

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Rolled 70, 81 = 151 (2d100)

>>37346843
>Name: Romulus Rastavius Rex
>Gender: ?
>Age: ?
>Race: ?
>Fluff: Purify the Heathens. In his name, let none survive.

>Equipment: Full suit of plate armour, heavily dated in style. Long spear and gladius, age showing in the beaten metal. The spear shaft looks new, you've replaced it often. Bitching cloak, great for keeping your warm if temperature still had hold on you.
>Special Abilities: [Even in Death] - It's not really known what may kill you for it is not really known what manner of being you are.
>Bonus: [I have moved for so long...] - Time has long since raked its claws through your mind and memories. You no longer recall who you are, or how you came to be. All that you know are the actions most ingrained in your being: fighting. +10 to combat rolls, -100 to filling out application forms.

1; Bait him into coming at me. He's a big guy for me, and I'm sure he'll respond, if not to kill me then to get his net and trident back first before attempting again.
2; Obviously, he'll expect me to know what he's thinking with my superior knowledge of tactics. He'll try to either brute force his way through, or parry his way around to his weapons. When he attempts for this, get in his guard again and slash his guard near his waist and shouldering through him and slamming the spear head into the back of his knee.

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>>37347138
>>37347137
FUCKING YES

Rolled 87, 10 = 97 (2d100)

>>37346786
>Name: Mister Lister
>Gender: Male
>Age: 17
>Race: Human
>Fluff: Just a normal teenage boy. Has a bit of an over-imaginative imagination. Thinks he looks cool and mysterious when he's wrapped up in bandages. Headed out for adventure. A miracle that he's managed to stay alive.

>Equipment: Carbolic acid, small roll of surgeon tools, spare bandages
>Special Abilities: [Whirling Fury!] - You spin around, making good use of those ballet lessons you’d been forced to attend as a child. Doesn’t really do much but has the potential to entangle things with your bandages, confuse your foes or give someone a nasty knock if they get too close to your flailing arms.
>Bonus: [Head in the clouds] - When life gives you lemons you dream of lemonade! You can generally pretend most situations are better than they are but sometimes suffer from paranoia.

1. A knife? A knife! Thank the gods. Getting cut is pretty painful, but at least I'm already bandaged up. I wonder what's for dinner. Wait, this is not the time for that. I need to focus on the important thing. What should I call my fighting stance? It needs a good name. Extreme Death Thunder Explosion Killer Style. Hmmm. It's pretty badass, but I think it's a bit long. Mysterious Fist? Yeah, let's go with that. Short and sweet. I'm sure having a name for my style will come in handy sometime. Probably. "Not laughing anymore I see." I snort. "My Mysterious Fist style is quite sight to behold after all. Like I tried saying before you cut me off, I do know why we're here. It's so I can make sure something like this never happens again" I wish Katie was here to see me. I'm so cool right now. I bet that little speech there have them quivering in their boots as well.

2. I dive into the fight and do my best not to die.

Rolled 56, 29 = 85 (2d100)

>>37346769
1) Thank the man for his offer and follow the servant on a quick tour over the facility
2) Go to sleep, it's been a long day ! DON'T Think about the thing within us having access to our mind ! DON'T Think about how it will invade our dreams.

>>37348580
Ah shit , we are going to have a rough night.........

Hey Ninnius, I have a plan over in the sneaky sekrits doc!

Rolled 98, 61 = 159 (2d100)

>>37346551
>Name: Elias
>Gender: Male
>Age: 23
>Race: Human
>Fluff: Elias was born and raised in the holy order of the Saint-Warriors of the Thirteenth Apostle, or Apocyphtes, the result of the entirety of Mormon Utah separating and walling itself off to form a magic-based, technology-ignoring militarized order based off largely Catholic practices. It's his first time out of the order's moving headquarters, and he is determined to prove his worth to both his superior knights and the woman he left back at home, Karoline, gifting him a small purple armband embroidered with a golden heart that he would not forget her on his journeys. Elias is about 5'11, and has pale but healthy-looking skin, deep blue eyes, and shining, short blonde hair with just the tiniest hints of stubble. He's much more lean and toned than anything, but nicely-muscled from years of training.
>Equipment: Armband, Generic Broadsword, 24,550 Yen
>Companions: Yuki (Lancer), Kanada (Rogue), Umeko (Fan Mage)
>Special Abilities: [Smite] - Smite!
>Bonus: [Pure of Heart] - +10 to combating evil, +5 to resisting temptation. This bonus is lost if you abandon your waifu back home.

1. Well, uh, we should probably see who's nuzzling at us at this ungodly hour, quietly.

2. It'd probably be pretty rude and potentially dangerous and annoying to try and push them off, and it's probably just Kanada moving around anyway, so let's just try and go to sleep unless something happens. Another big day tomorrow, it's too selfish to disturb everyone's sleep because someone had a little too much of the drink.

>>37348759
>98 for seeing who's sleeping on me

T-thanks?

Rolled 84, 43 = 127 (2d100)

>>37334703
>Name: Hando
>Gender: Male
>Age: 26
>Race: Human
>Fluff: He's a 4th reich fighting man, he will kick out the scum (non humans) carrying the banner of his people, He's a skinhead and a glorious fighter
>Equipment: Steel shiv, Prison armband 1 market carving knife and a hunting rifle with a small bundle of munitions for it. battleaxe
>Special Abilities: [Coke Rage] - You get a high bonus to attacks and withstanding damage, briefly. .
>Bonus: [Deutschland Uber Alles] -10 to interactions with non-Aryans, +5 to Goosestepping!

Action 1: Order the men to shoot his back
Action 2: Cut stab everywhere on his arm with the knife

>>37348989
Fugg with all these giants i'm gonna need a tank,combat drugs or a power up

>>37347137
Kinda figured, no problem Ninnius.

>>37347138
Nice

>>37347180
All talk no substance, that's going to hurt.

>>37348580
Me caliber nightmares in bound.

>>37348759
>>37348791
You're turning into a dog, Elias.

>>37348989
>>37349265
You need more coke for your special my friend. Hell you need supercoke with all the demons you fight. You've fought more in story than I have.


And with all that talk bump.

Rolled 11, 58 + 20 = 89 (2d100 + 20)

>>37346689
>>37346701
>>37346723

>Name: Lorenth

>Race: Angel(Archangel )

>Class: Mystical bard

>Cause: Restore the faith of his dead god with him as the new god and rule the land with hedonism.

>Fluff: For millenia I, Lorenth the meister of music, served by my god. My god was the god of beauty and music but he wasnt a human god. No he was a ruler of the entire concept of passions. I fought by him for millenia protecting and cultivating the worlds beauty, until an ancient appeared. This ancient, known only as The Silent Voice came to destroy the worlds beauty!! My lord gathered all his Angels, Paladins, and Clerics and we attacked the monster. The beast died and in the process destroyed my lord and most of his force. Me and my fellow angels slept for millenia, corrupted by the monster, only to awaken once our beauty and the corruption merged.

>Equipment: The scythe of passion. A mokn shaped sword able to cut through any thought, emotion, will, or belief and can twist any being to the wielders needs. It can even cut souls and destroy any concept from life to death.

>Special: I can control any passion or thought. Be it the will to die or lust i can make it reality and alter anything to fit its shape and power. I also give off an aura of any emotion i choose with my prefered ones being lust or ecstasy.

>Bonus: Can manipulate ANYTHING as long as a passion is linked to it(+20) for ex, if someone lust for another person, he can not only make that person theis but manipulate either of them through their passion, be it changing their race, gender, or power he can change them.

1. Channel my rage into a tranquil fury. The very epicenter of a storm of passion. Add 20 to that roll
2. Challenge the queen.

Rolled 20, 29 = 49 (2d100)

>>37349785
I don't nedd supercoke, i'm gonna need something MUCH more powerful, akin to something that almost kills me, considering i took a whole bag of coke i probably can handle the side effects.

>Mfw i can't catch a break

Rolled 30, 98 = 128 (2d100)

>>37346828
"I wish to know how many mes make up I, and how to talk to all of myself!"

All these rolls. They hurt

>>37349851
>>37350437
You do realize you're going to get your ass kicked hard right? These are (some of) the Mcs of the quest proper.

>>37349886
Well I meant like coke laced with angel tears and demon blood, you know something that is just like "the fuck are you doing?" powerful.

Rolled 30, 19 = 49 (2d100)

>>37350736
Speaking of Mcs i'm gonna read some kabbalah quest, also aren't we kinda mcs anyway?

>>37350766
Yeah kinda, but some of mc make Lorenth look tame comparatively. Some of them are damn overpowered compared to where they set in.

>>37350766
>Aren't we kind of MCs anyway?
Ninnius did bring up making a new Quest, probably with Elias (or Aya if he's feeling particularly smutty) as a MC, which would be cool.

If you see your Men Die, you'll get mad and a end. If you get KOed, you'll get a power boost.

Soon , You'll become Super Aryan

Rolled 99, 65 = 164 (2d100)

>>37350794
If i'm correct i've been fighting slab bulkhead. then doesn't that mean that i'm close to lorenth 2?

>>37350850
I doubt it, if you are you'd be pretty well screwed. Also remember in in the general stat you're in as well. Given Murphy's law if we're that close some serious shit will be going down.

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Rolled 64, 32 = 96 (2d100)

>>37350838
The aryan to surpass them all

>>37350886
I'm pretty sure the demonlord i meet before is slab,

>>37350736
No one told me these were Mc's though. Well...gotta try i guess since its to late now. So this is like a boss battle right? Also what happens when i win?

>>37351179
bump

>>37351179
If you win and with those rolls highly unlikely.

Bump

Bump

Sleep bump

Tired bumb

Sleep Bump

Sorry guys, I probably won't be writing tonight. I won't give you a sob story but I'm a little distracted.

>>37359453
But we love sob stories.

>>37359507
Well, if you really want to know:
Family member admitted to hospital yesterday night, currently on life support.

>>37359560
Sorry to hear that Ninnius

sad bump

Bump of Hope for ninnius

Anonymous will to another anonymous person to get better soon bump

op is ded final destination bump nevar forget

Fear not, I will continue for the night. It is the least I can do for friends.

>>37350886
He was, but Hando was not powerful enough to even scratch Slab at that point, which is why Hando's begun to train.

>>37344064
After shoving a sock in the snorer's mouth, you turn your attention back towards that tent as you change attire.

A man speaks in the other tent, "Una vez completado el [Ritual], vamos a gobernar la tierra entera."

Another pipes up, "Sí, hemos de ser las luces de guía para las masas . No como ellos tendrán algo que decir en el asunto, jajaja!"

One solemnly states, "Somos la ley esta noche en adelante. Cualquier que no muestran lealtad, y mucho menos se atreven a oponerse a nosotros, se reducirá a meras bestias tropiezo en la oscuridad."

The fourth claps his hands together, and declares, "Antes, nuestra regla buscaba inestable, lo que con la reciente plaga de demonios que ponen al estado en una condición precaria. Lo mismo se aplica a los curs tejanas y rebelde que nos dan dolores de cabeza constantes. Con esta [Espejo], podemos mantener nuestra riqueza y lujo para el resto del tiempo, y hacer nuestro esquema último esquema, uno que va a durar la noche.

"Señores , permítanme una vez más de forma preventiva Brindo por nuestro éxito."

You walk out of the tent in a black military uniform, and head over to the other one. It sounds like they're drinking triumphantly. You open up the tent and enter to see a group of four men sitting around a candlelit table with several maids and bodyguards off to the side. You stop in front of the table and salute.

The first is fat and wears a tasseled jacket with a bright sash. He curls his moustache with two fingers as he looks up at you.

The second wears a priestly robe and a weird hat on his head. He sips his wine as he regards you.

The third lifts up his wide-brimmed hat to give you a stern look. He wears the robes of a judge.

>Cont.

>>37369071
The fourth man does not turn to face you, and asks, "¿Qué estás haciendo aquí? Vuelva a su puesto. El ritual está a punto de comenzar y que no puede tener ningún tipo de interrupciones. ¿Hay algo importante que se sintió que había que decir a nosotros?"

You respond, "Saludos, señores! En realidad, soy un nuevo recluta. Privado Antonio, el comienzo del servicio!"

The man before you sighs, "Ah, otra leal trata de estar ante el recto y justo. Reclutar, tu país te necesita para montar guardia en frente del campamento para garantizar la inexistencia de interrupciones en el ritual. Dispara a matar. Y recuerde, no hay luces. No hay luz, incluso si esto significa que usted va a morir, porque si los hay, usted va a morir. ¿Entendido?"

The man turns to face you, giving you an appraising glance. He wears a formal suit with many medals showing off his impressive military career, as well as a crown with a twin-headed serpent on his forehead. He smirks at you arrogantly, finally saying, "Usted puede ir ahora."

>>37348989
"FIRE!" you roar at your men. "QUICK, WHILE HIS BACK IS TURNED!"

"You heard him!" Heinz shouts as he brings up his machine gun.

The demon gets a shocked look on his face and begins to turn, but it's too late. A volley of gunfire rips into his back, causing him to squeeze you tightly, so tight that you can taste blood.

You ignore the pain and stab your knife into the base of his thumb, and start carving through the fat flesh. Too distracted by the pain in his back, you are able to sever his thumb and free up your right arm's reach. The demon catches on to what you've done, and with a howl, he slams you into the ground.

After several seconds of intense pain and coughing up blood, you realize that the fingers wrapped around you have turned to stone. Without any give, they are as four vices.

The demon turns back toward your men, his wings shredded and tail dragging across the ground limply.

Morning bump

>>37370259
Am i still in his grip?

Rolled 13, 33 = 46 (2d100)

>>37370259
>Name: Hando
>Gender: Male
>Age: 26
>Race: Human
>Fluff: He's a 4th reich fighting man, he will kick out the scum (non humans) carrying the banner of his people, He's a skinhead and a glorious fighter
>Equipment: Steel shiv, Prison armband 1 market carving knife and a hunting rifle with a small bundle of munitions for it. battleaxe
>Special Abilities: [Coke Rage] - You get a high bonus to attacks and withstanding damage, briefly. .
>Bonus: [Deutschland Uber Alles] -10 to interactions with non-Aryans, +5 to Goosestepping!

Action 1: FINISH HIM
Action 2: Do everything i can to escape his grip

>>37370502
You're not me anon

>>37370518
I'm doomed

>>37370841
Hey , at least you won't be mind taped by an Eldritch abomination in your sleep

Rolled 63, 35 = 98 (2d100)

>>37369669
>>37369071
>Name: Marko
>Gender: Male
>Age: 35
>Race: Human
>Fluff: Marko has served under different flags and different forces, a gun nut of the highest caliber he's fired everything from Rockets to Rail Rifles, Pistols to Plasma bolters. Fighting on different parts of the world he's seen and faced more than many a man has. Demons?

"If it bleeds, I can kill it."

With his trusty HEAVY MACHINEGUN he's ready to kick some demonic ass, for a price, naturally. All of the proceeds he earns goes toward the noble cause of the acquisition of more guns.
>Equipment: HEAVY MACHINE GUN, with lasers and a flame thrower taped on. Two frag grenades, one sticky grenade (it has a stick coming out of it), $17.24, knife, pistol
>Special Abilities: Due to his experience as a soldier, he can heal injuries by eating a lot. Also, +5 to combat rolls
>Bonus: Can drive nearly any vehicle until it blows up.

1. Okay Marko. Let's review.

By the way these guys talk, they're the cultists. But you knew that already.
The moon is purple. The moon isn't normally purple.
Any who oppose them will become "beasts stumbling in the dark". Is that usual evil banter or literal?
The ritual is about to begin, that isn't very good.

The /mirror/ seems to be key to their plans.

Oh, and absolutely no light. . .but I am allowed to shoot. Show me that logic.

So whatever magic is going on here, darkness and light form the part of it. Do they turn people into animals using dark magic? Or summon some dark monster or force that hates the light and kills those who make it? Or some kind of big illusion that is dispelled by light?

Hmph, I'd rather stop this thing than find out first hand. Better look for that mirror, or the ritual site.

2. I might need a distraction. Preferably of the explosive kind. I wonder if these guys are typical enough to store all their weapons and ammo in a single place, makes it oh so convenient to know.

Bumpo

>>37347138
>70
"COME FIGHT ME LIKE A TRUE MAN, COWARD!" you shout at him. "I BET 50 ASSES* THAT YOUR HEAD WILL ROLL WITH ONE STROKE!"

"I'M NO COWARD, SHITTY ROMAN!" your foe roars as he comes charging towards you like a wild boar.

>91
You see his attention directed through you, rather than at you. You're just an obstacle in the way of his weapons. He has abandoned strategy in exchange for this shallow feint of his.

To his surprise and the crowd's joy, you charge towards your opponent as well. As you run, you flex your muscles, and stretch out your joints to limber up a bit.

When the Retiarius is 5 feet from you, he brings up his armored shoulder and elbow to barrel through you. However, you duck and roll to his side with your weapons at the ready, slashing his side with your gladius and driving the spearhead under your armpit through the back of his knee.

"Oh ho ho! Looks like Retiarius took a spearhead to the kn-"

"SHUT YOUR MOUTH, FOUL DEMON!" you snap at the announcer, your voice booming from your helmet. You bring down your gladius to the gladiator's head, and grunt, "Speak."

Your fallen opponent leans up to give you a look of platinum frustration, and spits blood at your feet."You... you were responsible for what happened to me. What happened to us! We have killed and died many times, not for our friends, family, or home, but for the entertainment of others. We pray to whatever gods are listening that you fall here, Roman trash, and BURN!"

>>37374901
*Actually a real currency. Ten times smaller than denarii.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/As_%28Roman_coin%29

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Rolled 60, 8 = 68 (2d100)

>>37374901
>Name: Romulus Rastavius Rex
>Gender: ?
>Age: ?
>Race: ?
>Fluff: Purify the Heathens. In his name, let none survive.

>Equipment: Full suit of plate armour, heavily dated in style. Long spear and gladius, age showing in the beaten metal. The spear shaft looks new, you've replaced it often. Bitching cloak, great for keeping your warm if temperature still had hold on you.
>Special Abilities: [Even in Death] - It's not really known what may kill you for it is not really known what manner of being you are.
>Bonus: [I have moved for so long...] - Time has long since raked its claws through your mind and memories. You no longer recall who you are, or how you came to be. All that you know are the actions most ingrained in your being: fighting. +10 to combat rolls, -100 to filling out application forms.

I better not fail to execute him for getting a mediorce fucking roll here.
1-2; "I pray everyday on the battlefield. I pray now your soul make it to the afterlife and you live long there. Die well, Retiarius." Slit his throat there and then tell the speaker that I was to know more about the fell beings from above and where to find more so that I may slay them. Also, ask about the eagle and that I claim it for myself.

>>37375699
Hey, guess what? You fail to execute him because you did that "1-2" thing.

>>37375699
>two actions in roll
>list it as 1-2
GMs should kick your faggot ass

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>>37375754
>>37375727
I do that because it's all one combined action. There's not really any combat and talk, it's just talk. ;_;

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>>37375699
>being a retard

>>37375772
Stop combining actions?

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>>37375800
Okay.

>>37375699
>I pray now your soul make it to the afterlife and you live long there.
I assumed that you were fighting in Hell for some reason.

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>>37376025
Kabbalah Earth is basically hell.

>>37376040
Uh, not really. There's demons fuckin around being assholes and a lot of society is very different but it's hardly hell. Many parts and entire countries are as or more pleasant than modern day earth.

I SUMMON THIS THREAD FROM THE EDGE OF SAGE

Gunslinger bump.

Running out of bullets bump.

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>>37329282
I'll take over Darius, if you'd like.

Btw, just how close is Darius with his former team?

meme bump

>>37383682
Well according to his back story most of his team died last mission, those who remain are likely friends from different teams or command and control personnel. So I'd say good friends but not like a super coherent team unit like you'd see for a squad.

Out of bump bullets bump.

Sorry, Darius, can I renege on my earlier statement to QM for you? Like, fuck, this is too hard, I just wanna go watch things for a while.

>>37370518
You've had enough of this. You bring up your knife, and stab it into his hand, channeling all your RIGHTEOUS FURY into the blade!

chink

Aw, fuck it broke.

>-1 Carving Knife

Frustrated by your predicament, you try squirming out of the stony grip, but it's no use, he's got a good grip on you despite having no thumb.

"GYORKGYORKGYORK, ALWAYS DID LIKE THEM WRIGGLING AND JUICY!" the demon says as it raises you to its face, it's multiple rows of teeth glistening with acrid saliva. You can feel his fingers losing some of their hardness as you get closer to his mouth.

>>37386131
It's fine.

>>37386131
Welp, heading to do stuff wll do actions later

Rolled 15, 90 = 105 (2d100)

>>37386131
>>37386131
>Name: Hando
>Gender: Male
>Age: 26
>Race: Human
>Fluff: He's a 4th reich fighting man, he will kick out the scum (non humans) carrying the banner of his people, He's a skinhead and a glorious fighter
>Equipment: Steel shiv Prison armband and hunting rifle with a small bundle of munitions for it. battleaxe
>Special Abilities: [Coke Rage] - You get a high bonus to attacks and withstanding damage, briefly. .
>Bonus: [Deutschland Uber Alles] -10 to interactions with non-Aryans, +5 to Goosestepping!

Action 1: stomp,bite,kick his hand and try to escape
Action 2: try to cut his hand with battleaxe

>>37375699
"And now you die for revenge. Die well, Retiarius." You bring down your blade and sever his head in one stroke, his body bursting into flames, eventually dissipating to reveal 50 bronze coins lying on the ground.

"Gee, grandpa, I bet that back in your day, that could buy you a whole gaggle of slaves!" the announcer jeers.

You turn to the announcer's box, and ask, "Where might I find more fell beings to slay, filth!?"

"Gyahahah! I'm glad you asked, because right now, folks, Romulus gets to fight ALL the vengeful spirits at once!" The crowd starts cheering yet again at the thought of your gruesome demise.

The four gates from all sides of the arena raise up, and several fighters that look just as powerful as the Retiarius come running out.

"My, my, my! So many people out for your blood since your kingdom spilled theirs! Just look at them, there's Samnite, Murmillo, Gladiatrix, Equites, and Venator, just to name a few. There are so many!" Domonette cackles.

The spirits of fallen gladiators surround you, cruelly laughing and brandishing their weapons in anticipation. One of them seems a short fellow, trying to nudge his way past others to get closer to you, but he is harshly elbowed to the ground.

"Hahaha, what's that runt doing there?" the speakers buzz.

When the shorty recovers, he snarls, and pounds his fists on the ground. Getting up on his hands and knees, he rears his head back.

"AAAARRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"

The gladiators turn toward the shorty, and the ones blocking your view of him conveniently back away from him out of the way of your view. You see the armored young man growling as his muscles develop rapidly, and his face extends to the point where he has a snout with dangerous looking fangs. He also gets very hairy in places hair doesn't grow that much.

"...Um, sorry, I'm not entirely sure what's happening right now, so let me go and consult with my supervisor real quick."

>Cont.

>>37388670
As the teen continues to morph into some sort of wolf, you hear frantic whispering over the loudspeaker, such as, "He got out!? What do you mean he got out?" and, "The bars were too high!? For all that's unholy, he's not in wolf form ALL the time!" then, "Fuck this, I'm outta here." There are several footsteps, then a door being opened and slammed shut.

The teen wolf, having finished its transformation, gets up on two clawed feet, and extends several sharp claws from its tough-looking pawed hands. In the time it takes for you to blink if you could still blink, the wolf lunges forward and swipes off the head of the gladiator that elbowed him.

"HE. IS. MINE!" the wolfman bellows at the assembled gladiators. Several gladiators drop their weapons and run away, a few are left standing there, petrified with primal terror.

The wolfman fixes his gaze upon you, and gets on all fours.

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>>37388888
Nice

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>>37388888

Bump

Bump

Deus ex Bump

>>37389011
>fucking DUBS

>>37372396
You finish your salute, and head back outside. With the stick no longer in your ass, you consider all you've heard, and decide that it's guano loco. To stop it though, you'll need to figure out where this Mirror is. You give the area a sweeping glance, and eventually decide it's probably in the big-ass temple.

You go towards the front of the camp, and hear the four men and their bodyguards head over to the temple. In front of you, you hear a man scream, as well as a gun going off. A second later, a scratchy yelp is heard.

If you want to stop that ritual, you'll probably need a distraction. You look around to see if there's an explosives depot anywhere, but it seems there's not one. Looks like the only explosives around are the ones in your pack.

Bump

Bumping for killing something.

bump

Rolled 70, 2 = 72 (2d100)

>>37393291
>Name: Marko
>Gender: Male
>Age: 35
>Race: Human
>Fluff: Marko has served under different flags and different forces, a gun nut of the highest caliber he's fired everything from Rockets to Rail Rifles, Pistols to Plasma bolters. Fighting on different parts of the world he's seen and faced more than many a man has. Demons?

"If it bleeds, I can kill it."

With his trusty HEAVY MACHINEGUN he's ready to kick some demonic ass, for a price, naturally. All of the proceeds he earns goes toward the noble cause of the acquisition of more guns.
>Equipment: HEAVY MACHINE GUN, with lasers and a flame thrower taped on. Two frag grenades, one sticky grenade (it has a stick coming out of it), $17.24, knife, pistol
>Special Abilities: Due to his experience as a soldier, he can heal injuries by eating a lot. Also, +5 to combat rolls
>Bonus: Can drive nearly any vehicle until it blows up.

1. Take a note of the bodyguards and what they are armed with, as well as see the body of their victim if possible.

2. Guess the only way to get to the mirror of this is to get into the temple and see the ritual myself, this uniforms gotten me far enough!

Hoping all is well bump.

Hope Ninnius is alright. I really enjoy reading these.

>>37403771
I do too. Also, I'm going to be absent so I can go play Heretical Milkmaid Monopoly Quest.

>>37403871
That an actual quest or a nickname for Zoanthrope sidequest?

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>>37403901
You guess right!

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>>37388110
>15
You squirm in his hands some more, but you can't get free. Stomping, biting, kicking, nothing seems to work against this guy.

Well, YOU can't get free, that is.

>90
You shift and squirm until you've rummaged battleaxe down to where you can grip the blade between your feet, and lean down to retrieve it with your free hand.

The demons tongue snakes out at you, making a slick hiss as it uncoils, and then it turns into a fuckin' serpent. You bring up the axe and cut the side of his tongue a big before he retracts it and howls in outrage. Blood seeps through his chubby lips once more.

"YOU'RE DEAD!" he shouts as he brings you up in the air. As you go up, though, you see that the area around his wrist looks less firm than his fingers and torso. The same with his elbow and other ambulatory joints.

Not wasting what precious time you have, you bring down the battleaxe on his wrist, chopping deep into his skin. His fingers loosen, and you drop towards the earth in a shower of demonic blood.

The fat demon's wrist is pouring out blood, his tongue is cut, his wings are torn, his tail is limp, and he has many bullet wounds. However, you get the feeling it's going to take a bit more than that to finish him off.