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Previous Threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=The%20Red%20Lady
The Future To Come: http://pastebin.com/NecJGwLq
QM Twitter: https://twitter.com/TheRedL4dy
Quest Dice Mechanics: http://pastebin.com/WPwJTgzR
Weapon Construction Mechanics(in progress): http://pastebin.com/GNLhfpZN
Character Sheet: http://pastebin.com/jLcjZG3w
Deities and Demons: http://pastebin.com/sZaaSAKQ
Combat and Magic: http://pastebin.com/YjvM6qzg
Additional PSA: http://pastebin.com/bsDEgHja

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>You are Steven "Spike" Bloom: buzzed, grouchy, and down-and -out Middle-Aged man.

>You woke up today passed out at the counter of your favorite, hated, local joint on a Wednesday. Pushed the drinks a bit too hard for your age after losing your job for the past few years.

>You approach a strange woman from across the bar, the Lady wearing a cloak of Deep Maroon. Her eyes were golden.

>"Telling" us our fortune, making us mighty anxious and uncomfortable, and calling us an old guy, we decided to politely tell her to Piss off....

>Only to realize the bar is no more. Unaware, you and the booth you were in had been displaced to a cathedral of sorts.

>Here the Red Lady revealed herself as your "Muse" and as your opportunity to "edit" the "written story"

>You also just met legendary demigods from across history and time itself, and learned incarnation is a thing

>Odin is your bro

>You're too old for this shit

>Who IS the Red Lady? Why does she want 'Spike" Bloom? What did she see in those cards?

>More importantly, How did you get here? Why are you here? What is the "written story?"
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>>40159063
>Write in response heavily encouraged

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>>40159063
QM side note:

(If you haven't already checked the paste bin, you'll find it quite useful.

Brief character sheets, the magic system to come, as well as a summary of both Muses and Demons may be found there, among other things.

Also being developed is a method for equipment construction/upgrading in the Quest.

The Quest will now pick up in pace a bit more now that the exposition and character creation is finished.

Finally, I will be able to run this quest for most of the evening. Enjoy!)

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>40159063
Repeating this write-in from a previous thread
"Try not to blame my sloppy penmanship when the story is over"

>>40159063
"By the way, I haven't gotten your name"

>>40159463
>>40159508
>writing

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>40159063
Low roll incoming

>>40159556
well then, you were right in that sense.
Also, this thread is slow and the number is low for the start of this thread. Which is surprising considering it's the weekends.

>>40159580
Eh a lot of the smaller quest usually have slow starts on the weekend

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Previous Lives? Age of Virtue? Oblivion?
A Happy Ending?

You just stare at the Red Lay for a minute, a stern look on your face.
“How about a deal?”

A look of confusion flutters onto the Red Lady’s face, alongside a wry frown.

“Your name,” you point with your index finger and thumb in the imitation of a pistol,” in exchange for whatever future it is you want me to write. Also, you take full responsibility for my shitty penmanship when everything is said and done, Red.”

The look of confusion melds with disbelief as melodious laughter catches The Red Lady once again- unintentionally. She returns your point with an identical one of her own, aims, and…

“Bang,” she chirps, “Consider it a deal, Spike.”
“But…” The look of mirth turns wistful, and golden eyes of sadness stare at you from their crimson conclave. What’s up with her?
“…you already know my name.”

What? No way in hell you’d forget this chick.

“Hey, I wouldn’t even co-“

The straining pressure in your head returns, and a wave of anxiety stops your sentence cold in its tracks, wherever it was headed. There are more pressing matter at hand. There’s something….

>It will chase you to the ends of the earth.
You need to get out of here. Now.

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When you come back to your senses, you note a concerned Red looking at you, golden eyes inspecting what had conceivably been a blanked-out Spike Bloom seconds prior.

“Spike, I know it may be hard to accept. Maybe you already forgot. You and I, we-“

>>40159556
She doesn’t finish. The black tendril spurting out of the center of her torso prohibits her.
The Red Lady looks down in shock at the shadowy vine piercing her own chest cavity. In shock, you note the entrance wound in her back, above her lumbar and almost exactly on point with her diaphragm and lungs. You trace the vine from its victim to a small, shadowed corner near the crimson altar.

>(Hello again, comedian)
>(t’s my turn to play a little prank)

You easily dodge a black tendril from the rafters above.

>NO, THE RED LADY (try to help her)
>TENEBROUS! (Rush the corner, attack with something)
>Burn that motherfucker
>Call for help
>Write in

>>40160088
Shit. PANIC
>NO, THE RED LADY (try to help her)
Call in Odin Father to help her

>Burn that motherfucker

>>40160088
Welp. That was a mood killer.
>Grab the Red Lady and RUN LIKE FUCK! If there is a hospital outside the Barthedral, we go there stat! We ain't gonna have a repeat of what happened to our wife!
>Odin, bro. Cover our escape!

>>40160088
>The Red Lady looks down in shock at the shadowy vine piercing her own chest cavity. In shock, you note the entrance wound in her back, above her lumbar and almost exactly on point with her diaphragm and lungs.
shit......I think that just went through her spine. She'll be crippled from the waist down if that tendril went through her spine. Is it possible for a demigod to completely recover from that?

>>40160088
>>NO, THE RED LADY (try to help her)
>Burn that motherfucker

>>40160088
>(Hello again, comedian)
>(t’s my turn to play a little prank)
hmm....
>write in
"If stabbing a lady through the spine is your idea of a comedic prank, you didn't make me laugh.

>>40160326
Maybe Galahad might have a heal on him

>The Silver Muse: Galahad (Patron of Service, Piety, Faith, and Diligence)

Sounds like you're cleric/paladin with a heal or two

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No.

No, No, No, NO, NO, NO

Not again, not this again. Why didn’t you warn her, why didn’t you save her?

Your legs first hesitate, then respond with adrenaline-pumped fervor as you sprint the distance between you and your mortally wounded Muse. You see her garments are taking on a deeper crimson hue, and her usual snarky, smoldering face has red in places it shouldn’t. She weakly looks up at you, and meets your gaze as you sprint.

Hers is one of pure terror and pain and her face is slowly losing color. This is something she hasn’t felt before, she didn’t think she would with you around.

“Why…didn’t…you stop…it?” She coughs a clot of blood onto the marble flooring in from of her. A single muted, red blot, soon to be erased of the sea of white.

NO.

You reach towards the shotgun on your back with your left hand, while feelings of despair,, rage, and burning denial of this unjust future echo in the corners of your heart; you stretch out your right hand, open palmed, towards the target.

You’ll make him nothing but tinder.

“BURN, MOTHERFUCKER,” you scream as you reach the Red Lady, a fireball the size of a living room table explodes from your reach, accompanied by a cannon-like blast.
You look at the Red Lady, dying, through the embers of your own explosion. Time seems to slow, and her eyes close more and more, she opens her mouth to say what could be her last words- amid falling embers which resemble angry fireflies.

“Wake up”

>>40160472
are we back at the bar? did we wake up?

>>40160583
I have a feeling we wake up and everything is horrible

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Your eyelids rip open as you hear your own words begin screech about the cathedral, your palm outstretches toward the ceiling as you are flat on your back. The Red Lady, completely unharmed, is doubled over top of you and inspecting you with a look of pure concern and fear on her face.

“BURN MOTHERFUCKER,” You scream, before realizing what is happening.

>>40159463
At the last second, however, you managed to edge your arm out of line with the Red-Lady’s torso.

The fireball explodes from your casting hand, yet it is the size of a geography globe, not a table. It shoots past the surprised Red Lady and explodes in the rafters overhead.

>(That prank never gets old, does it?)
>(Yet, I think my routine is done for now.)
>(You’ll find the next act a bit more…determined)

Fuck that guy.

You then notice the entire 9 Muses are circled around you, backs facing you in a defensive formation. Only you and Red are within their guard. You look outside their ranks and see it:

Tenebrous is standing halfways across the cathedral floor, backing slowly towards the shadows- laughing all the while. Yet, that isn’t the concern.

Nearly half the cathedral is covered in shadow now, and it seems like it’s approaching your position on the end with the crimson altar and Apocalyptic stain glass.

At least 10 feet above tenebrous shadowly, vaguely humanoid form, you see it.

A single, neon red, pulsing point. A single eye.
You hear something impossibly heavy clanking, cracking, and scratching the stone floor. The black wall of darkness covers everything.

"This is bad. This is REALLY Bad. We need him out of here, now," Red yells at the other Muses.

>What’s happening?
>Are you alright?
>Odin? Sit rep?
>Get up, fire a spell
>Tarot Card

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>>40160771
>Tarot Card

No seriously fuck that guy

>>40160771

>What’s happening?
>Are you alright?
>Odin? Sit rep?
>Tarot Card
sun

>>40160771
>Tarot Card
"If this was your idea of a comedic prank, I wasn't laughing."

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>>40160823
>>40160831
>>40160866

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XJ5JpHH1ovI

"Jesus Christ, Red, are you alright? What's happening?" You spurt out at the Lady above you as your struggle to pick yourself up.

"I'm fine, Steven. Tenebrous, an illusion.
He does that." She responds curtly as she quickly hustles about the Red Altar behind her, fellow Muses still at the ready. Jeez, give me something to work with, Red.

"We have a larger problem, Spike," Odin calls from the head of the formation, "Tenebrous warned the others, this is but the first of many."

His gaze narrows into a glare, and he snarls, "But this very well may be the last one I wished to see."

" We need to get you and her out of here, it may well have already caught your scents. In which case, we can give you a head start in your escape" Odin finishes, tightening his grip on Zantetsuken.

"The Pursuer"
(1/2)

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You hear behind your back, as suddenly a smaller hand gets a vicegrip on your right arm and pulls you toward the Red Altar.

"Red, the hell are you doing?" You shout at the woman practically dragging you away from the soon-to-be-battlefield.

"Your Quest begins now, we stayed too long." She pushes you onto the red stone of the block.

You suddenly hear a thunderous clapping, and realize that whatever thing that was, the "Pursuer", has begun to charge.

Reaching into your pocket, you quickly snatch a tarot card before Red can restrain you.
"Your jokes suck, I wasn't laughing!"

>roll 1d78

Rolled 75 (1d78)

>>40161239
Dice guide my cock

Rolled 57 (1d78)

>>40161239
My luck sucks as shit, I have death on my ass, and I'm an idiot for not knowing the whole story. But I'll play what you deal. NOW SHOW ME THE MONEY!

Rolled 9 (1d78)

>>40161239

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>>40161298
>75
>4 of Wands

4 pulsing, prismatic pillar of light burst into existence in front of you and the Muses, separating your defensive ground from that of the encroaching dark. Within second, they have made a mirror like field of pure light between them, forming a fence of sorts.

The burning anxiety and crushing pressure in the depths of your skull subside somewhat.

The Muses don;t relax a bit, but the Pink Muse, Diomedes, turns to look at you. His face is angular and exceptionally masculine, though it seems to be stuck in a permanent, thoughtful expression. He looks distinctly Greek. He flashes an ingratiating smile in your direction, relaxing and at odds with his- and his allies' body language.

"You bought me and the others a bit more time, brother. I thank you dearly. But, you must go now, this barrier shall not last forever...though when it collapses," he grins and beats his prismatic hued shield of light with an offhand shortsword, "it will find an even stronger one waiting!"

"Spike, it's time, any last words before we go?"
Red yells as she finishes up her preparation.

You her colossal blows ringing across the magical fence, sounding more like industrial grade explosives than any sort of living being.

>Well?
>also, roll 1d20

>>40161641
*hear

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>40161641
Thank you stay safe all of you.

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>40161641
"Thanks guys. Kick his ass!"

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>>40161724

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>>40161724
>>40161756
W-what have I done?..

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>40161641
*wink and fingerpoint at each muse*
>>40161756
YOU ASS!

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>>40161724
>>40161756
Nice.

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>>40161724
>>40161756
>RELATED
>>40161807


>writing

>>40161933
Be Gentle pls

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>>40161724
You hear several more thunderous blows ringing across the tarot-sourced wall, yet it holds as steady as it did originally. Damn, these cards pack a mean punch.

You hear a bellow of frustration from across its sanctuary.

"Thank you all," you call out to the Muses, "Stay safe, all of you."

Nine heads nod in unison, and tense as they prepare to delay their foe.

"Well said," Red compliments, before she starts.

She begins to perform an invocation, and incantation:

"Oh, Odin! Oh, Bhima! Oh, David! Oh, Sinbad the wise and Xiangu the pure! Oh, Galahad of great faith! Oh, Anansi, of guile! Oh, Diomedes the loyal and Lincoln the Honest!

And the one, The Red Lady, to invoke their legends.

SIng, dearest Muses, favored of god, of the tale of man's twists and falls. Time and Time again, sing to us of life, of dreams, of demise!

Sing to them and sing through me of the lands in which god did tread, beast did scour, and souls turn to ash.
Sing from that sanctuary of spinning time and clock anew! Where great heaven did part and birth greater purpose!
Sing of a new tale, of lost paradise, of man's greatest folly- be that discovered.
Tell me, Muses, of mankind's yearning, their desire. Tell me of their sacred designs.
Sing, so that we may discern the hallowed truths.
Sing a tale of that banished land, Orre."

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>>40162309
>Lincoln the Honest!
Straight up Honest Abe

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>>40161756
>Nat 1 (It's Happening)

As she finishes her last piecemeal invocation, blinding light begins to overtake you. Each of the Muses is glowing in turn when the Red Lady mentions them.

As your eyes begin one again to lose focus, and blindness overtakes you, a single noise is perceived.

Sniffing, deep and tornadic in its action.

The Pursuer has your scent.

It will follow you to the ends of the earth...and beyond.

Then everything fades into a bright flash, and you only perceive an utter blackness.

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>>40162486
Roll 1d20

>first three counted

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>40162486
>It will follow you to the ends of the earth...and beyond.
Well shit. Now the only way to stop the Pursuer is to kill it. And the more we run, the stronger it gets.
>>40162542
dead man walking.

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>40162542
rolling expecting my roll to be eaten.

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>40162542
I need to make amends for the 1
Time for the dice to guide my cock again

>>40162578
>>40162573
>>40162558
so average as fuck.

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>>40162558
>>40162573
>>40162578
>Highest 13 (Average outcome)

You are awake in the void: black, devoid, and endless surrounding you.
You are simply existing.
Floating.
You feel empty, apathetic. The pressure is gone, along with the anxiety. But, you also have an overwhelming sense of loneliness overcoming you.

That's a first.

Goddamnit there is a reason you didn't want to be an astronaut. Next time Red can ask for your permission before doing something like that, you are her elder after all.

Or maybe you aren't. She looked like a young'in but you aren't too sure with what's going on.

At least, not anymore.

Man, you're pretty hungry. Some booze would really pass the time right now. Your thoughts always were a fickle drinking buddy.

Still floating....


>Call out of someone? (Who?)
>Look for something?
>Try to start a fire?
>shoot the rifle?
>Simply float on?

>>40162983
>Call out of someone? (Red Lady)
"Yo Red, are you out there?"
>Look for Booze.
Never gonna know when we'll need a drink.

>>40162983
>Try To start a fire
>Draw a Card

>>40162983
>Call out of someone? Red
>Look for something?
Our weapons

>>40163089
>>40163133
>call out for The Red Lady
"Hey, Red!" You shout towards the nothingness around you, "Now's a great time for something to happen!"

There is no response from anything around you, as you can tell.

>Look for booze

You start thinking about that Jack and Coke you had earlier at the old, fancy bar.

As you float, your hand bumps against something and nearly gives you a heart attack. You quickly grab whatever it is and turn....

It's a bottle of Jack Daniels. YOINK.

>Try to start a fire

You feel burning fear and curiosity from the last encounter with the Demon, Pursuer, as well as the enchanting invocation.

With a flick-o'-the-wrist you toss a fireball into existance, It floats in front of you, however; it remains in place, it's burning figure giving off an inviting warmth you didn't think you wanted.

>Look for weapons

You reach for the shotgun on your back, only to grasp air. Fuck.

You similarly search for the tarot deck, and luckily find it where you left it.

Floating comfortably in front of your own makeshift campfire-ball with bottle of jack, alone.

Eh, could be worse.

You remember the powerful effects of the last card you drew from the deck. Maybe it would do something here? Hot tub, maybe?

>draw a card? Y/N
>If yes, roll 1d78.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x4rQtSEmPp8

Rolled 77 (1d78)

>>40163420
>Y

Rolled 17 (1d78)

>>40163420
>Y

>>40163420
>Y
I'm guessing we lose a tarot card every time we draw one right?

>>40163438
>>40163438
Okay so we really do have a sleight of hand
New perk get?

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>>40163460
(Good Question!)

(The tarot Card in question will become inactive and unusable for the remainder of the current and proceeding thread)
(I haven't specified Tarot Rolls yet and how they work. After about 10 minutes, 15 if slow, I use a random number generator to select one of the rolls given by you guys.
Basically, the tarot roll is a single roll selected from your given numbers.)

>>40163555
So we get a randomized result even if we shuffle the deck before drawing?

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(still got at least another 5 minutes for rolls)

>>40163594
(You got it!)
(the tarot deck is shuffled everytime, but 78 cards will always be in play)

>>40163629
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XUTSMUFqm7k
A preview of Spike's awesome card shuffling skills.
Which brings to mind. we use cards for magic and have a shotgun in reserve when things get physical. Spike is a combination of Twisted Fate and Graves (from LoL)

Rolled 2 (1d78)

>>40163420
Fuck it might as well roll

>>40163420
heart of the tarot cards time! what will fortune bring us?

Rolled 76 (1d78)

>>40163759
fuck forgot the dice.

>>40163438
>>40163442
>>40163736
>>40163790
>survey says....

>>40163790
>winrar

>Drawing tarot 76

>>40163929
I wonder what's our prize?
Also, the deck of 78 tarot cards encompass both major and minor arcana right?

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>>40163929
>76: Queen of Swords!

With a snag, you grab the first card from the top of the deck, it depicts an elaborately dressed woman atop a throne level with the dirt around her. She has a stern, and clearly sorrowful expression, in her right hand she holds a sword- vertical.She seems valuable, but not powerful- distant even, as the throne is in a field.

Well that's weird.

"Steven" calls a pretty voice from across your fire

You freeze.

You know that voice.

You could never forget it....
at least, not anymore.

"Oh c'mon, Mr. 'Spike'. Quit being so serious and pass the bottle already," she teases you.

But she's supposed to be dead.

Looking at you, only feet away from your face.

Sitting with you is your dead wife, Maria.

>How?
>Why?
>Just talk, casually. How you doin'?
>ATTACK. DEMON,
>Where did you come from?
>Just give her the bottle you alcoholic
>Come here often?
>Write in, please

>>40164168
>How?
>Why?
>Either you're red, a demon, or I am hallucinating really badly.

>>40164168
>Why?
>Come here often?
>"Nope, not yet."

>>40164168
>Just give her the bottle you alcoholic
>Just talk, casually. How you doin'?
>Confirm that she is real by groping her boobs.

>>40164168
"Is this supposed to be some kind of sick joke?"

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>>40164207
>>40164239
>>40164243

Uh, uh, uhhhhhhhh
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x4rQtSEmPp8

Yeah, you're hallucinating. You gotta be. Everything here is a hallucination, the magic cards are actually powerful hallucinogenics. You try to convince yourself of this while taking a swig of the- very real tasting- fifth of Jack Daniels in your hand.

You swallow and look at the Jack Daniels.
Goddamnit Jack, why couldn't you lie to me for once and taste fake?

You look up to smiling Maria. She cocks her gossamer, brunette head- smiling and all- as she notices your strange, bewildered look.

"Hm, Something the matter babe? Jack got your tongue?"

That was your inside joke with her....

Only one way to find out. You stand and will yourself to walk over to her.

"About time, I'd say, Mister. You were leaving me a bit disappointed there, though the fire is a nice t-"

She stops, wide eyed, as you grope your wife's boobs.

Yeah.
Yeah, you can;t really fake those either.

"Really?" She asks you with an exasperated expression, as she leans back against her hands.

"Some forewarning would be nice, Spike" She chides.

"How. Why....." You can't really form words right now. You settle by just shaking your head and handing her the bottle. She takes it with a smirk, "I earned this, I'd say".

You sit down next to the woman you haven't seen- outside of a photograph in your wallet- for more than a decade.

Alright, Spike, act casual...

>Write in

>>40164587
It's good to see you again Maria. So how's the afterlife?

>>40164587
"It's a bit dull and dark here. I wonder if there's anything else we could add to spice the place up?"

"I'm sorry what happened back there. Acted like shit for 10 years after you're gone. Now I'm here. And chased by a pursuer that'll keep chasing me even in the afterlife."

>>40164698

She giggles a bit at this one.

"It's been too long, dear. The afterlife? It's, well, boring me to death." She says with a wink

...Not really that funny, babe.

>>40164792
Maria your puns are still terrible, their killing me here. So Did the card I play bring you back or?

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>>40164782
She nods a bit at your suggestion, inspecting the surrounding oblivion with mocking concern.

"Hm, I think you may be on to something there, dear. Have you considered some nice wallpaper?" She looks at you with a teasing professionalism

"This is your own little dimension after all, decorating is your job. You know it was never my thing anyway." She lightens up again and grins."

>I'm sorry what happened back there. Acted like shit for 10 years after you're gone. Now I'm here. And chased by a pursuer that'll keep chasing me even in the afterlife

"I can forgive you this time, but watch those wandering mitts," she points at your hands with a stern look.

"Ah yes, the Pursuer," she actually becomes concerned, "Not sure I can give advice on that one, other than to watch your back. I'd hate for you to join me, babe. You haven't been to the afterlife yet, let's keep it that way, hmmm?" ending with more of an order than a question.

She always was a bit bossy.

"You won't have to worry about him here, though. But, you won't be here much longer, I'd say." She finishes by looking in the distance at something in the void.

You don't see anything.

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>>40164941
She sighs at your pun and looks at you with a sad smile.

"Magic can't resurrect, Spike. In the end, I'm just a temporary physical manifestation of your memories."

"I wish it were true. Or, do you wish it were true...?" She mutters, puzzled, as she looks up for some sort of answer.

"This stuff is confusing."

>"Sir?"

>>40165039
> Look in the direction where Maria is looking
"You called a ride for me? Well that's sweet of you"
>if it really is a cab coming to pick us up to take us out of this dimension, give her a kiss on the cheek

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>>40165136
You don't see anything at first, but as you keep staring you see a small light, growing.

"Well, looks like our time is coming to a close." She huffs, standing.

She looks down at you, sitting, and gives a bright smile. Her eyes tell a different story, though.

A few tears are quickly wiped off her face. She's crying and trying hard not to.

"If you leave, if this ends...will I die again?" She asks you wistfully, "if so...I'm sorry, Steven. You should have had a family. It's...it's my fault....
You would have been a great father," more tears openly flowing down her cheeks as she turns her back on the cozy scene.

You may be choking back some tear as well, as you get up and kiss her on the cheek.

>"Sir!"

The light grows larger, and starts to outsize the surrounding void.

"You called a ride for me? Well that's sweet of you," you whisper as it approaches- overtaking you.

"Thank you, Maria"

>roll 1d100

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>40165432

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>40165432

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>40165432
To the waiter: "Sorry! I'm up, I'm up. Nasty hangover and a weird dream."

>>40165493
>>40165530
>>40165590
>Highest Roll: 81
>Second-Degree Success
>Writing w/ Write in

>>40165625
>Second-Degree Success
That was the higher DC right?

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"SIR"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UQd4ZOC2sas&hd=1

You're looking at an bartender, dressed....
wow, this guy looks like he belongs in a museum.

Greasy, large man with mutton chops, leather jerkin, and canvas trousers. He smells a bit too.
Sweet Christ this entire place smells.

"Sire, your DRINK- if you don't mind"

Drink?
Oh.
Oh god damn it all.
You're in a bar again.


>>40165493

you immediately notice a rather...heavily spirited man next to you on a wooden stool, covered in his own puke and snoring.
Or choking, who knows.

God, he's probably the major source of the smell. He certainly looks like he could be a pig, or a peasant. It looks like the Bartender doesn't give two shits about the guy, though. Ignoring him, it looks like the 'tender is only going to wait a few more seconds before giving up on you.

The passed out fool has a somewhat worn iron sword on his person, though.

>Check your own person
>Check your own surroundings, best to figure out where you even are
>Might as well order a drink, you'll need it after what you just went through
>Take the man's iron sword, he won't be needing it
>Red? Where aaaaaare you?
>Write in

>>40165879
>Red? Where aaaaaare you?
>Check your Surroundings

>>40165668
you got it

>>40165879

>Check your own person
>Check your own surroundings, best to figure out where you even are
>Take the man's iron sword, he won't be needing it
>Red? Where aaaaaare you?
>Time travel...... groovy

>>40165879
"Water please, Also what year is it?"

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>>40165953
>>40165961
>Check your Surroundings

Step one: always know your surroundings.

Taking a deep breath of the rancid air, you turn around and take a look.

Wooden walls, pitchers of ale, everyone smells and looks dirty, people are dressed like medieval peasantry, and a guy is passed out on a table.

Well, you're either in a very old medieval tavern or Mississippi.

>Red? Where aaaaaare you?

Where did the gal go? You think as you contort around trying to get better angles to look about the scene. She's gotta be around here somewhere....

"Uh, got a problem?" a feminine voice teases with a melodic quip

Red is sitting next to you on your left. She is wearing her normal attire, except her inscribed leather boots were traded in for more rough, rawhide looking ones. She also has a pack by her feet.

"Yo," she jerks her head in greeting

> Check your own person
>>40165493
Your cards are still where you left them, and you found a small hand crossbow on your left hip- A pleasant surprise.
Hunh, still no shotgun.

The Red Lady sees you patting yourself down and inspecting your outfit and taps you on the shoulder.

You turn to her pointing down to her pack. The end of a shotgun stock can be seen sticking out of it.

>Take the man's iron sword, he won't be needing it

You take the blade off of the motionless drunk next to you.

>>40166196
The Bartender snorts, reaches behind the corner and tosses down a mug of ale in front of you.
"Finish yer' drink an' piss off"

Friendly sort, aren't they...

Red taps you on the shoulder, "Not in one of our historical time periods, Spike. Orre is a different realm entirely."

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"Remember how there was another condition to your little choice? Well. let's just say you won't be traveling alone. Also, I hope you packed your own food, because I'm not sharing," She ends by sticking her tongue out.

"It's not every day a transcendent being gets to eat material food," she says haughtily.

Well,thanks Red.

Something wet plops onto your nose, and you look up only to have another plop, but in your eye this time. Looks like it's raining, as you note the pattering sound on the wood an thatched roof above.

There's a large boom.

Make that a thunderstorm.

Let's see what we got here, taverns are pretty busy.

>One armed dude, sitting by himself
>A group of about 5, armored people are being quite obnoxious. One or two of them are going around to everyone in the corners, asking questions about "quests"
>An kid is shaking a very drunk, nearly unresponsive grown man at a table. It's probably his dad
>A large, heavily armored woman is learning back with an equally sizable mug of port
>Bartender is a dick, but maybe you could talk
>There's a TERRIBLE musician playing an equally awful instrument. Looks like a guitar. Doesn't sound like jazz.
>Go outside
>Chat with Red (about?)
>Write in?

>>40166602
>>Chat with Red (about?)
So any tips about generic fantasy realm i'm in? aka Orre?

>>40166602
>Hopefully find a deck of cards, use our card shark skills to make us some money.

>>40166602
>There's a TERRIBLE musician playing an equally awful instrument. Looks like a guitar. Doesn't sound like jazz.
How dare this nigga butcher it like that?
Show him how Spike does things then we can get back to PLOT

>>40166684
>>40166705
>>40166708
>writing

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>>40166684

"Really, Red? Orre? Generic High Fantasy is boring," you say with a groan.

She gives a shrug in response, "Hey, I'm not going to argue with that. Always was Sinbad and Odin's thing anyway."
"This is just the realm where we first noted the shift. Where the first major shifts occurred in the fated stories," she crosses her arms while she continues.

"You're looking for one of your previous incarnations, here. Try and get an idea of who and what is behind this, as well as where to go next." She finishes with a dismissal wave of her hand.

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>>40166705
>>40166708

You eye a group of gamblers in the corner, it seems they are playing some sort of Poker with what looks like could be a large pot. You did need food, if you're going to be searching for this incarnation thing for a while.

It's also hard to miss that GOD AWFUL bard dude. Man, you just want to punch the little shit he's butchering it.

>Card Shark
>Musician

>>40167086
>Card Shark
let's play some poker

>>40167086
>Musician

Time to bring the house down

>>40167086
>>Musician

>>40167198
go troll some other thread dakimakura anon.

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>>40167101
>>40167119
>>40167159

Musician it is, how to deal

>POCKET SAXOPHONE!
>I CAST FIST
>Give the guy some tips, he would probably appreciate it. It's probably what he's hoping for anyway (Pussy move)
>TAKE HIS INSTRUMENT
>BREAK HIS INSTRUMENT
>GO,RED! USE BODY SLAM
>Write in

>>40167421
>>POCKET SAXOPHONE!
>>I CAST FIST
>>Give the guy some tips, he would probably appreciate it. It's probably what he's hoping for anyway (Pussy move)
in that order

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>>40167421
>GO,RED! USE BODY SLAM
Can't resist

>TAKE HIS INSTRUMENT
>PLAY DAT SHIT MANG
>GIVE TIPS

>>40167421
>POCKET SAXOPHONE!
>I CAST FIST
>Give the guy some tips, he would probably appreciate it. It's probably what he's hoping for anyway (Pussy move)

>>40167421
>I CAST FIST
>TAKE HIS INSTRUMENT
>EPIC GUITAR SOLO

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>>40167446
>>40167455
>>40167492
>>40167518
consensus seems to be
>Pocket sax
>I cast fist
>Take his instrument and give "tips"

any way you guys want to spin this?
also,
>Give me 2d10
>Best of 3

Rolled 4, 9 = 13 (2d10)

>>40167637
I have become music incarnate

Rolled 3, 5 = 8 (2d10)

>>40167637

Rolled 5, 7 = 12 (2d10)

>>40167637
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fDTm1IzQf-U

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>>40167651
>>40167657
>>40167675
DC 6 for both rolls

>5 (Casting Fist), 9 (pocket sax and instrument stealing)
>You failed one, You passed another

>Roll 1d100, best of 3

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>40167787

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Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>40167787
Hopefully we got the one that counts

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Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>40167787
counter-roll

you may have started a bar fight

Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>40167787

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>>40167839
>>40167823
>>40167805
>>40167837
>85 vs 82
>Shitty bard ftw
>writing

>>40167805
>82
Yaayyyyy-
>>40167837
>85
God dammit

>>40167900
We just had to pick a fight with the secret Monk huh?

>>40167913
We could've stayed quiet and used our card shark skills, but no~. we just had to beat up a crappy minstrel bard.

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>9 (Near-perfect success)
The musician is by any taste, awful. It doesn’t take a talented musician like yourself to see it. Time to take action.
You give a look to Red, sitting next to you at the bar stool; she responds with a grimace as well. Good gal, she knows papa is right on this one. Fate of the world and fortunes can wait, a man like you has priorities; no world is worth saving if it allows such a disgusting blotched excuse for music to exist. Only you can stop this, only you can save the music-verse.

You give her a knowing wink and point to the leather pack. She looks confused for a minute before she registers what you mean. A look of shock and clarity overtake Red; she nods, understanding what you’re about to do.

Reaching into the pack, she pulls out…
YOUR SAXOPHONE and lightly tosses it underhanded to you.

Snatching it out of the air, you pet its smooth brass exterior. Hey baby, daddy missed ya’. You note an empty table near the open area where the discordant notes of the bard are vomiting forth from.

Game time, boys.

You motion to Red with your head, indicating the sorry bard with his guitar. She’ll disarm the beast while you distract it. With a start, you hop out of your seat, saxophone strapped around your shoulder. Striding up to the target, the flimsy looking wooden furniture by the goddamned fool, you jump from a wooden stool and onto its tabletop.

The guy stops playing, shock evident on his common features. You point at him, and draw a line across your neck. Taking you sax in hand, you start to take the poor boy to school.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kxopViU98Xo

Women cry, girls blush, and men stare in envy as you bust a sexy tune this realm ain't never seen before- never will again, either.

As you serenade them with your sexy sax greatness, the bard gets visibly SALTY. Dude tries to match your pace and talent...but he fails miserably.

The bartender looks on in awe. The tavern suddenly smells better.

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>>40168316
The image of Spike standing I'm a tavern pelvic thrusting while playing that song amuses me greatly

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As you continue your melodic conquest of the hearts and minds of the tavern's patrons, you see Red sneak up behind a visibly distressed shit-bard and take his lute/guitar thing straight out of his hands.

He's too salty and entranced to notice.

She jumps up next to you and delivers a cooperative, tasteful base accompaniment.

>>40167805
>>40167837
>Failed 5 (DC 6)
>Failed combat roll (85 vs 82)

The Bard has had enough, and rallies his few supporters, namely the group of 5 adventurers.

You're on their turf, motherfucker.

With a swing, Red takes out one of the heavily armored fanboys with the bard's guitar, leaving it in splinters. It's owner howls in rage.

You're still playing away, thrusting and saxing in his face.

Dude can only take so much and throws a punch, connecting with your knee; you collapse with a shrill blare of the sax.

The remaining adventures begin to start throwing punches and soon the entire tavern is brawling to the beat of what would have been the song of their century.

Five minutes later, the greasy bartender throws you into the rain, out the tavern doors.

"GODDAMN FOREIGNERS," He slams the wooden doors in your face.
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END THREAD #3

>>40168517
welp, onto the next joint. fucking bards.
Nice run there, hopefully we get more players. you got this archived?

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Thanks for participating, everyone!

Post-Thread Discussion/Feedback/Commentary time.

Any questions?

>>40168517
Thanks for running!

>>40168600
not yet, was about to.
It looks like the quest isn't as popular as the DBZ's and all that, but it isn't really a bother

>>40168615
Thanks for participating!

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>>40168517
Goddamn Bards

Thanks for the thread Red
Now I am become sleep

>>40168637
the playerbase will grow on it's own the more you run the quests. You're just beginning the campaign overall. Keep on trucking cowboy, and the playerbase will grow. Also, you might need to be a bit more punctual when it comes to time between posts as the post content isn't enough to justify the time it takes write up one.

>>40168717
Thanks for the advice!

>>40160066
>you already know my name
Oh hey
It's our dead wife

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>>40168990