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As you advance on the gawping slave, fire dancing at your fingertips, Mortia emerges from a door to your left. You couldn't have timed it better if you'd planned it. She's dressed in elaborate robes dyed a rich blue and trimmed with gold thread. Silver beads sewn into the fabric glitter at her neckline, drawing attention to a enormous ruby sitting at her throat. The dress is composed of three or four layers of silk, accompanied by a thin veil which does little to actually hide her face but is covered in a floral patterning. The clothes she's wearing probably cost more than most commoners could ever dream of possessing.

She twirls around once slowly, the dress flaring out like the petals of a flower. Only once she's completed her turn does she notice Bhaskar lying terrified on the floor in his wine stained robes, and Chrys standing over him menacingly. Not to mention Darzi faking unconsciousness.

Her expression sours, and irritated she snaps out. “Would you five quit wasting time and get ready? We're supposed to get called up in front of the crowd for some sort of ceremony and I'd rather not look like an idiot in front of a bunch of nobles.”

You refrain from pointing out that most nobles are probably going to think she's an idiot by default, humans aren't exactly held in high esteem, as she sweeps past you and past the slave. Seeing his chance he leaps around Chryssa and practically attaches himself to Mortia at the hip, trailing out of the room behind her but never taking his eyes off you and your companions.

You're sure he'll be telling the other slaves all about how you and your friends are secretly abominations from the void masquerading in mortal skin. You wonder if you'll hear them whispering about you behind your back, or about how Bhaskar's lost his mind?
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As soon as he's out of earshot Profectus starts laughing, which prompts Darzi to cease pretending to be a corpse. She stands up, adjusting her clothes where Ricky's tentacles had set them askew. “That went well.” She casually remarks. “I'm surprised he didn't scream though.”

You shrug your shoulders, watching the doorway through which Mortia and the slave left. The festivities seem to be dying down, at least the music's stopped. “I think he was trying to. He mostly just laid there with his mouth hanging open but didn't make a sound. I'm not sure what in Pani's name he was thinking, if that's his strategy when confronted with an actual void entity he'll be dead before he even realizes what's ripping out his soul.”

Chrys carefully removes her mask, slipping it inside her bag while wandering over to join you and your other companions gathered in a loose circle. “If it is any consolation, I believe he may have wet himself. At least it smells like he did.”

You hadn't noticed, but then again Chryssa was closer to the man than you were. “We should get more wine.” Profectus announces once he's stopped laughing. “Since he spilled ours all over himself when he fell. I'm not sitting through some boring ceremony sober.”

“How would being drunk make the ceremony more tolerable?” Darzi ask. “You'd just be more likely to make an ass of yourself and regret it once you've sobered up.”

You cut in. “You just don't get it, Darzi. You don't understand the pain of sobriety to an elf. Every moment spent not soaked in alcohol is a moment wasted to them.”

Profectus adopts an overly serious expression, nodding his head somberly. “He's right, you know. Even now my existence is one of constant suffering without the soothing haze of alcohol to help me forget the pain.”
(2/3)

Changing the subject, you decide to find out a little more about this ceremony. “So before we decided to mentally scar that arrogant little bastard for the rest of his life, what was he saying about the ceremony? What's all this going to entail?”

Fulvia speaks up, summarizing what they were told in a dull monotone. “Zaahir is to call for a momentary halt to the celebration at which point he will name both you and Mortia to come stand before him. You shall both be given glass crowns fashioned from the sand of the battlefield and hailed as Matha, at which point the assembly will expect both you and Mortia to offer up some sort of thanks to your god Surya. Bhaskar explained that two captured bandits will be brought up from the cells to serve as your sacrifices.”

You're expected to kill a captive in honor of Surya? You knew that sacrificing captives used to be commonplace but you haven't heard about it being practiced since several centuries ago. It's generally seen as barbaric, at least among Vatis.

>You don't know if you're okay with that. You need to find your brother and clarify this.
>Eh, they were going to be executed anyway. If you make their death quick, you're doing them a favor.
>You'll go along with it, but you have trouble believing that Mortia is okay with it. Make sure she understands what will be expected.
>Write-in

>>43744735
>Eh, they were going to be executed anyway. If you make their death quick, you're doing them a favor.

>>43744735
>You'll go along with it, but you have trouble believing that Mortia is okay with it. Make sure she understands what will be expected.

>>43744735
>You'll go along with it, but you have trouble believing that Mortia is okay with it. Make sure she understands what will be expected.

>Write In
Give Fulvia the books tell her to read up on the al hikars and where the key might be when she has the chance

>>43744735
>You'll go along with it, but you have trouble believing that Mortia is okay with it. Make sure she understands what will be expected.

HAHA, TIME FOR SOUL EXPERIMENTATION!

>>43744735
>>You'll go along with it, but you have trouble believing that Mortia is okay with it. Make sure she understands what will be expected.
I mean, it's literally deathrow inmates and this is a religious rite.
It's way more IC to do this than to do some inhuman experiment on some faggot.

>>43744877
I think you're misunderstanding the scenario, anon.
This is a sacrifice, we don't get to play with their souls, they are being offered to Surya.
Also that would take hours.

>>43744735
>You'll go along with it, but you have trouble believing that Mortia is okay with it. Make sure she understands what will be expected.

We can just illusion it and do it ourselves if she won't, fuck the haters, Mor-Mor a cute.

>>43744953
>>43744867
>>43744866
>>43744877
>>43745061
>Better give mormor the heads up.

>>43744778
>Let her figure it out on her own.

Writin'. I just realized I haven't eaten today so I'll probably run out for food after this post.

>>43745067
Just order a fucking pizza ya faggot

>>43745090
I don't need an entire pizza, man. I'd just order Jimmy's John but they don't deliver to my apartment complex.

>>43745108
Share it with some other faggots in your apartment.
Put the leftovers in the fridge and eat them tomorrow.

>>43745108
Damn nigga you don't know how to live poor buy some god damn ramen noodles you extravagant fuck

>>43745180
Why would he live poor and buy those disgusting ramen noodle things? I've literally never eaten anything worse than those.

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>>43745233
Which one have you eaten?

Cause this shit here is god damn delicious if cooked right

>>43745067

silly soma, we all know you only eat two things.
our time and patience

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>>43745108

>>43745325
and tears and anger

>>43745325
dick and more dicks

>>43745325
Damnit, I hate being a newfag.

How do you do that cool spoiler text thing?

>>43745402
and his sister

>>43746098
lurk moar faggot

>>43746098
ctrl-S

>>43746098
:startspoilers*:Remove the asterisk.:*endspoilers:

Soma is dead, mugged and murked on his food run

>>43746260
rip in piss

>>43746260
He deserved it for missing so many threads.

>actually running twice a week

>>43746260

His baklava ripped from his hands, tossed upon the cold ground and stompped upon.

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You're not really all that distressed by the idea of sacrificing someone to Surya. They're going to die one way or another, at least this way is quick. However, you are worried that Mortia might not be willing to go through with it. Granted she's some sort of witch and she seems to have some weird ideas about how the world works, so maybe cutting someone's throat to appease foreign gods is right up her alley, but you have the creeping suspicion that isn't the case.

Reaching out via the brooches you feel your mind brush against hers. The brief contact reveals just how nervous she really is. Her anxiety seems to dominate her thoughts completely. You hadn't even really noticed earlier. {Mortia, have they explained what will be expected of us during the ceremony to you?}

Her thoughts still, distilled from vague emotion into the words and concepts which get transmitted through the connection. {Yes, briefly. We'll be called forward and crowned with glass. We have to keep the crowns on until the end of the feast at which point we'll smash them and let the pieces fall into a pool of water. Something about surrendering glory to your goddess. Oh, and letting the crown break before that is considered really bad luck.}

Huh, Fulvia didn't mention smashing the crown into a pool of water. Is this ceremony not written down anywhere you can just read it? Just how complicated was it when all five gods were still actively worshiped? {We'll also be expected to sacrifice two captives to Surya as well. I wanted to inform you, since I'm not sure how you feel about sacrificing sapients.}
(1/4)

You don't get a response at first, but slowly you start to pick up a growing sense of concern, tinged slightly with disgust. {I suppose if that's what expected of me, I can do it. I'd really rather not though. How are we supposed to sacrifice these people, exactly?}

You don't really know, but you assume it will be with a blade. {I presume we'll be given some sort of ritual knife and asked to slit their throats. That would be the fastest way to go about things, and I don't think the goal is to make them suffer. They're going to die one way or another, this way is just kinder.}

{Alright.} She begins, her thoughts uncertain. {I think I can manage that well enough. If they're going to die anyway. They were pretty bad people, right?}

They certainly weren't good. {Considering they rampaged across the countryside raping and enslaving those they came across, and murdering any who resisted, I suppose you could qualify them as 'bad people'. I certainly won't be losing sleep over their deaths.}

Her thoughts grow more resolved, more determined. {Okay, I can do this then. I would have killed them anyway had I met them on the battlefield, so this is just sort of an extension of that. Thank you, Mikhael. For telling me I mean. I'll need some time to prepare myself.}

With that resolved you turn your attention back to present company. Your companions are staring at you expectently, and you realize slowly that you probably missed something. “Apologies, I was filling Mortia in on what will be expected of us regarding the sacrifice.”

Darzi waves off your concern. “We figured. You had this blank look on your face and you were staring off into nothing. You think we all look like that when we're talking on the brooches?”

(2/4)

Fulvia nods. “You do, in fact, all look like that. I believe it is because for you it requires actual concentration to communicate, where as my connection to the brooches is intrinsic.”

Profectus wraps his stone arm around your shoulder, dragging you towards the doorway to the palace courtyard. “Now that you're back in the land of the living, it's time for a certain someone to get very drunk and probably make someone important very angry in the process.”

As you exit the foyer you find two boys, probably no more than eight or nine and likely siblings, struggling to fill their cups from the open cask which sits just slightly high then they're able to reach without standing on the tips of their toes. When one of the boys notices you he bolts, and is followed soon after by his brother. Ahh, youth. You remember sneaking drinks at parties while your parents were too busy mingling to make sure you stayed out of trouble.

Profectus breaks off to fetch wine for the lot of you, while you turn your attention towards the rest of the feast. Food is set up on long tables arrayed on either side of the courtyard. You see a lamb roasting over a brazier set up between two tables, and a slave laying out a massive plate of rice mixed with smoked salmon and all manner of herbs. You also spot coffee, baklava, and stuffed grape leaves alongside various types of elaborately decorated cookies.

You wander over to the nearest table and grab a plate. As you move down the line, picking out a few stuffed grape leaves and a generous slice of baklava, the man behind you taps your shoulder to get your attention. “Have you heard, all this just to honor a human? Not just that, but a human woman? I'm surprised she was acclaimed Matha to begin with. The soldiers must have been too drunk on victory to mind proper decorum.”

(3/4)

He's dressed rather richly, in the manner of a nobleman. Almost too well for a simple bay or istandar. He also doesn't seem to recognize you. As you move down the line, grabbing a few cookies covered in thick frosting while you're at it, he goes on. “That other one I can understand. It's not every day that a man rides into battle atop a trained dragon. Gods, if it was just yesterday I'd call the idea absurd. The world is going to change drastically once word gets around that they can be domesticated. I wouldn't be at all surprised if the Shah decided to risk his armies marching into the mountains to rob nest of their eggs. Mark my words, in fifty years the world will fear the Shah's dragonriders more than Surya himself.”

>Play along. Why not?
>Point out that Zahak isn't domesticated, he's adopted.
>Excuse yourself and get back to your companions.
>Write-in

>>43746449
>Point out that Zahak isn't domesticated, he's adopted.

Be right back.

>>43746449
>Point out that Zahak isn't domesticated, he's adopted.
a father's pride activate!

>>43746449
>Gods, if it was just yesterday I'd call the idea absurd. The world is going to change drastically once word gets around that they can be domesticated. I wouldn't be at all surprised if the Shah decided to risk his armies marching into the mountains to rob nest of their eggs. Mark my words, in fifty years the world will fear the Shah's dragonriders more than Surya himself.
He has know idea how badly this would end.

>>43746449
>Point out that Zahak isn't domesticated, he's adopted.

>>43746449
>Point out that Zahak isn't domesticated, he's adopted.
And it's a lifelong commitment that you have to mean, you degenerate.

>>43746449
>Play along. Why not?
Pretend we're not mad until he stops, at which we deck him. Or something similar.

>>43746449
Play along/let him run his mouth until you reveal that your son isn't some domesticated animal and see what his reaction is

>>43744735
>Eh, they were going to be executed anyway. If you make their death quick, you're doing them a favor.

>>43746449
>>Point out that Zahak isn't domesticated, he's adopted.

>>43746449
>Point out that Zahak isn't domesticated, he's adopted.

>>43746449
>>43746711
and stay friendly! He said "human" neutrally, without the usual "filthy degenerate" accompanying it. Must be a very openminded samjan.

>>43746449
>Point out that Zahak isn't domesticated, he's adopted.

>>43746785
Too open minded for my taste.

I hate soma he is a nigger and a cunt.

>>43746926
How long do you want your ban?

>>43746882
You mean he would associate with degenerates? We have to do something, before they overrun the shahdom!

>>43746711
>>43746759
>>43746869
>>43746524
>>43746523
>>43746503
>>43746472
>Point out Zahak is adopted.

>>43746526
>>43746633
>Play Along

Writin'

>>43746396
>Yes, briefly. We'll be called forward and crowned with glass. We have to keep the crowns on until the end of the feast at which point we'll smash them and let the pieces fall into a pool of water. Something about surrendering glory to your goddess. Oh, and letting the crown break before that is considered really bad luck.

Getting real tired of that bitch Pani bragging about her "control" over my lord
One of these days..

>>43747227
Surya pls

>>43747234
Keep sucking on that blue bitche's teet you insolent whelp.
I'm sure being nothing more than her puppet will work out for you.

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>>43747234
You betrayed me my son
I loved you I provided for you and you betrayed me for that whore

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>>43747365
Being Surya is suffering.

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Dead Quest

>>43747722
I think you've mistaken this quest for Republic Commando Quest.

>>43747730
Too soon

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>>43747722
This is Banished, not CNQ.

>>43747730
Fuck man that's a low blow.
You could have gone with Xenocide/Voyager/DAQ/Predator Quest or even AEQ.

>>43747012
Speaking of Zahak, is he going to come down for the party and feast?

>>43747788
>AEQ
Killed by Harems
Who'd a thunk

Yay, I finally managed to catch a Banished Quest live! Just finished catching up a few months worth of archives.


Please don't tell me this entire thread will be descriptions of the ceremonies with arbitrary decisions

>>43747890
Nah man, Prof is going to get drunk as fuck and end up setting part of the ceremony on fire.

Then Zahak is going to wake up and come slamming into the banquet table, promptly devouring everything in a 30 foot radius.

>>43747890
Hey, you caught on quick!

>>43747890
This thread will be descriptions of half of the ceremonies, with arbitrary decisions.

The next thread will be the other half.
Then the one after it the party.

>>43747890
Silly newanon, the ceremony will be in the next thread [Spoiler]in december.[/Spoiler]

>>43747913
>>43747890
Oh actually I just checked the time.

You're right, it won't. This thread will end in a post and the NEXT thread will be descriptions of the ceremonies with arbitrary decisions!

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>>43747890
Of course not goyi...I mean anon!, you can trust this fellow anon

>>43747921
test1
:startspoilers:test2:endspoilers:

Soma, we still love you, even though we're having fun at your expense.

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You reach the end of the table and snatch a lamb shank from the slave cutting it. As the two of you step away from the lines of men and women heaping food onto their plates, you turn to the nobleman and decide to correct a few misconceptions he seems to have regarding your son. “Actually, Zahak isn't domesticated. He's adopted. Dragons are just as smart, if not smarter, than you or I. He's only a month old and already he's a skilled Vatis and has a fairly comprehensive grasp of our language.”

The man seems slightly taken aback. “You're familiar with the beast, then? I take it you're Zaahir's brother. Mikhael, was it?”

You finish chewing a bite of lamb, enjoying the subtle sweetness of the mint glaze coating the meat before you respond. “That's correct. I found Zahak's egg sitting abandoned at the bottom of a mine and found out later that by meditating on it I was inadvertently incubating it. He hatched only a little more than a month ago, and he's already as big as a horse.” Maybe even bigger, actually.

You decide it's probably not wise to tell him your actions are probably the reason that dragons are now pouring out of the mountains and burning down villages. That doesn't seem like a fact that will win you many friends.

The nobleman holds out his hand and you clasp him by the forearm. “Bay Husayn Ali, I rule over a small city to the north built up around the source of this river which has proved so vital to Nazir's prosperity.” That wasn't a very subtle way of proclaiming himself important. “You know I'd heard you were banished, but if you're standing here before me I must've heard wrong. What was it you were doing up in the mountains at the time?”
(1/5)

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The cookies are a bit dry, but the frosting is pretty good. Maybe a touch too sweet for your taste. “You heard correctly, actually. I was banished.” You say whilst considering a stuffed grape leaf. “However, that is no longer the case. I encountered the Padishah whilst staying at a temple to the north of El-Amin and saved his life after a attempted, and successful, assassination. With the help of a companion, that is.”

You tear off a bite, a plethora of flavors hitting your tongue all at once. Lemon, basil, cilantro, garlic, and beef all competing for your attention at once. The overall effect is a dish that's sweet and just slightly salty, overall quite pleasant. “As for why I was in the mountains.” You begin once you've swallowed your bite. “I was hunting bandits which had taken shelter in an old Rhynian ruin. That's actually where I met one of my companions, the Samjan woman I travel with. She'd been held captive by the bandits for quite some time. Anyway, the ruin featured an immense mine which the leader had fled into, so we were forced to hunt him down.”

Bay Husayn seems intrigued, or perhaps simply suspicious. “I'm surprised I haven't heard more about you, Mikhael. It certainly seems like you've been busy in recent months. Has your unbanishment been formally announced? I believe you would be the first man in recorded history to live to see it.”

(2/5)

>>43748108
>1/5
Noice

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You shake your head, popping the rest of the stuffed grape leaf in your mouth. “No, I'm afraid not. The Shah has been stalling in the name of 'securing his rule', which I suspect is simply a way of saying he doesn't want to admit having me banished was an injustice on his part. Really, he's the one that slandered me.” That's probably not fair, but you doubt a noble from a backwater like this knows all the details anyway. “As for my reputation, or lack there-of, much of what I've done has pertained to things which the general public isn't privy to. I won't go into it, but this was not the first time I've dealt with a breach in the veil between our reality and the void.”

Well, it's the first time you've dealt with one. Not the first time you encountered one. You have Varistha Sehzade to thank for dealing with the one you inadvertently caused by destroying that pirate base.

You're distracted from the conversation by your brother rising from his throne, clapping his hands together to draw everyone's attention. Once the crowd is silent, he clears his throat. “Will the honored Mathas Mikhael of the house Abdul-Hakim and Mortia of the Venefica please come forward.”

Bay Husayn bows his head before stepping away and you cast about for some place to put your plate, in the end simply setting it on a table to avoid holding up the ceremony. The crowd parts before you as you stride purposefully towards your brother, Mortia emerging from a group of noble ladies and their children. You wonder what they wanted with her.
(3/5)

You take position standing in front of your brother, Mortia joining you only moments later. Zaahir is beaming as a slave brings forward the glass crowns. One is clearly done in the style of the Shah's own crown, more of a glass helm with a crescent moon emerging from the top which shelters within it a globe. The glass has even been colored to resemble the Shah's crown, with the base an opaque yellow and the globe bright red, while the crescent moon is transparent.

The other crown is a far simpler affair more in line with the crown which will eventually be worn by the Shah's wife. Essentially a circlet, three massive teardrops rise from the front and sides of the crown in which one would normally find all manner of gemstones. The gemstones have instead been replaced with colored glass similar to your own, but it's quite an impressive imitation.

Your brother lifts the Shah's crown first, motioning you to come forward. Carefully he sets the heavy glass crown on your head, and immediately you realize that it's horribly balanced. This thing could slip off at a moment's notice. Next he motions Mortia forward and crowns her as well. A great cheer rises from the crowd as the two of you turn around. Normally you'd bow, but that seems like a bad idea with this thing on your head.

You notice that in the light from braziers and torches the colored glass cast a veritable rainbow of colors across the gathered nobility swarming across the courtyard. As the cheering quiets your brother clears his throat again, calling out once more. “Prepare the offerings!”

(4/5)

The servants gathered around leap into motion. Some start laying out planks of wood in two places on either side of the courtyard, while others gather wood from piles behind the raised platform on which your brother's throne sits. It takes only a few minutes for two pyres to be erected in the courtyard. It seems that sacrifices to Surya are burned, not stabbed. It makes sense, though it won't exactly be painless.

Then the captives themselves are brought out. They seem drugged, judging by the way they dully follow along behind the servants leading them. Their hands are bound, but their feet aren't. Yet they don't even try to run or fight back as they're laid out across their funeral pyres. They've probably been force fed opium. Their feet are bound to keep them from thrashing and potentially setting some poor nobleman's robes alight, and then the slaves withdraw.

>These guys are terrible, but being burned alive is a pretty shitty way to die. Finish them off now, painlessly, before going through with this.
>After raiding and enslaving hundreds of innocent men and women, these men deserve everything coming to them. You're not going to waste vys trying to make them comfortable.
>Write-in

>>43748150
>we get the shah's crown
>Mori gets his wife's
>implications
>[eyebrowwaggle.gif]

>>43748167
>After raiding and enslaving hundreds of innocent men and women, these men deserve everything coming to them. You're not going to waste vys trying to make them comfortable.
>>Write-in
Paralyze affect them.
I have a feeling freaking out guys will ruin the mood.

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>>43748206

>>43748167
>After raiding and enslaving hundreds of innocent men and women, these men deserve everything coming to them. You're not going to waste vys trying to make them comfortable.

Do as we are expected, quell the hate of the common folk, gain their sympathy. It'd be suicide to go against the hype.

>>43748167
>>After raiding and enslaving hundreds of innocent men and women, these men deserve everything coming to them. You're not going to waste vys trying to make them comfortable.

>>43748232
>>43748167
Soma didn't we read a surya prayer book essentially.
What does is say we should do with sacrifices?

>>43748167
>discretely put them both under with magic before lighting the pyres
Death via burning might have some sort of magical significance here, but no reason we can't make sure they won't feel it.

>>43748167
>Write-in
Take the ropes off them and use the Manipulate+Vys spell to have them light themselves up.

Maybe make a little show of tapping one of them on the forehead and planting a glowing illusory rune there.

>>43748167
>>Write-in
My, would it be nice if we knew the Pain effect like I repeatedly proposed /salt.
Will paralyze lower the pain? Probably not.
Do we know enough anatomy to rot the nerves of their skin so they don't feel?

>>43748167
>>After raiding and enslaving hundreds of innocent men and women, these men deserve everything coming to them. You're not going to waste vys trying to make them comfortable.

>>43748260
We could rot their brains.

>>43748167
>These guys are terrible, but being burned alive is a pretty shitty way to die. Finish them off now, painlessly, before going through with this.

>>43748232
So does the book mention any special ways to do something to sacrifices.

>>43747770
Ironically, in Criminal Nigger Quest, we play a white person, whereas in this, we play a dune coon.

>>43748285
then they would just floppily lay there

>>43748167
Write in

With all the opium, they are not going to feel too much, however, you will channel a bit of vys to dull the senses even more in the early parts of the immolation.

>>43748167
>>43748231
Seconding this, or accelerating the pyre via fire magic to make it a more or less instantaneous death as opposed to a drawn out affair.

>>43748167
>After raiding and enslaving hundreds of innocent men and women, these men deserve everything coming to them. You're not going to waste vys trying to make them comfortable.

>>43748300
Yeah this mang

>>43748300
Not particularly, most of the burning in the Ritual Book of Surya was practiced on the self. People submerging themselves in flame as a sign of devotion to their god.

>>43748360
So could we engulf ourself in flame and break them apart as a avatar of surface
Using Illusions and other shit?

>>43748386
Surya*

Fuck spellchecker

>>43748167
>Their hands are bound, but their feet aren't. Yet they don't even try to run or fight back as they're laid out across their funeral pyres. They've probably been force fed opium. Their feet are bound to keep them from
>Their hands are bound, but their feet aren't.
>Their feet are bound to keep them from
WHICH IS IT?

>>43748418
Their feet weren't bound initially, but later they were bound by the slaves after they had already been laid out on the pyre.

>>43748330
>>43748268
>>43748247
>>43748240
>>43748231
>>43748325
>They deserve everything they get.

>>43748231
>>43748255
>>43748260
>>43748308
>>43748325
>Do something to prevent them from freaking out/lessen the pain.

I'll have Mik use a little water magic to dull the pain, and paralyze both of them. So that'll put you at 47/59 vys, not that it's particularly important at the moment.

>>43748500
>not that it's particularly important at the moment
Soma pls. We both know something's going to interrupt this festivity. It's just a matter of what and when.

>>43748500
So how we doing this?

>>43747788
>not mentioning mechengineer quest

>>43748500
Keep the crowns on both our head and Mortia's with the manipulate metamagic.

>>43749025
My soul hurts now.

rip soma?

>>43749465
Nah, he's looking at festive art in a different tab.

>>43749465
Nah, he's just writing an excessively long update like always

>>43749465
It's barely been an hour, wait another halfie before posting that

Can we make this a meditation?

>>43749554
No.

>>43749516
What, you mean you don't like having only 3-4 votes per thread?

You channel vys, but at the last second before turning the gathered vys into a spell you cut it off from your reserves. You separate the resulting cloud of ambient vys and send half to each of the captives. Only once the vys is positioned near each of the men do you reconnect the gathered vys to your reserves and transmute it into a Paralysis spell. The men, who'd previously been weakly struggling, fall completely still.
>Vys Pool: (45/59)
I forgot about the cost of metamagic.

Then just for good measure you channel a little more vys to numb their senses before striding towards the pyre on the left. Mortia advances nervously towards the pyre on the right. As you take up position in front of your chosen sacrifice, you reach out to her via the brooches to offer some reassurance. {I've numbed them, and paralyzed them both. They shouldn't feel much.}

A slave steps forward and presses a torch into Mortia's shaking hands, though you're left to use your magic. That suits you just fine. It's a trivial matter to manifest a ball of flame hovering over your shoulder. The drummer Zaahir hired for the feast has started up a low, insistent rhythm which grows steadily in intensity as you and Mortia prepare to set the pyres alight.

The ball of flame hovering above you shoots forward, bursting in the air before it hits the pyre and sending a shower of flame cascading over the dry wood. It catches immediately and the loose sackcloth robes the captured soldier was wearing burn just as readily. He doesn't scream, nor thrash about. He's unable to. Accompanying the scent of cooking meat is a subtler, sweeter scent as well. Almost like vanilla.

(1/3)

Horrible though it is, it reminds you that you've barely eaten anything all day besides a few bites of lamb. Fortunately the stench that comes with burning hair soon drowns out anything pleasant about the process of watching someone cook alive, their skin splitting and peeling away from their blackened flesh beneath.

Mortia still hasn't thrown her torch, she's transfixed watching the man in front of you burn. {You need to throw your torch. The crowd is getting impatient.}

That seems to snap her out of it. Turning towards the pile of wood in front of her she hesitates only a moment before tossing her burning torch onto the pile. The wood catches just as readily, but the fire burns slower. Likely because the entire pyre wasn't lit all at once by the torch. You could almost swear that you can see faces in the flame, devouring the wood and the captive alike, but you can never quite seem to focus on them directly. Only catch them in your peripheral vision.

Once the fire is well and truly burning, Mortia backs away from the pyre and clasp her hands behind her back. You follow suit just as your brother recites a brief litany. “Glory to you, primeval God. Glory to you who rages across the sky each day. Glory to you who guards the holy gates at Pani's behest. Glory to you who protects his people from the predation of outsiders. Glory to you who is the source of all victories.”

He ends the prayer after a moment of silence during which the only sounds in the courtyard are the crackle of melting fat and the roar of flame. “I offer you the enemies of your people, oh terrible Lord of fire and death, so you might show mercy to your most faithful servants.”

(2/3)

Zaahir's voice seems to echo across the silent city, ringing out longer than it has any right. Only as the last vestiges of his prayer fade is the air is filled with a chorus of snapping wood. The pyres collapse in on themselves simultaneously, and the resulting inferno swallows the sacrificed captives whole. An oppressive weight you hadn't realized was present is lifted from your shoulders the moment their corpses vanish into the flames.

Something isn't right here, but you can't quite put your finger on what's amiss.

Conversation starts up again as the crowd begins to diffuse through the courtyard again, many returning to their meals without a second thought. Mortia looks like she's going to be sick to her stomach, likely due to the smell if you had to guess. You have to admit, your appetite isn't what it was either. Since attention no longer seems focused on either of you, it would seem prudent to make sure she doesn't stain the expensive dress she's wearing.

Wandering across the courtyard you rest a hand on her shoulder, pulling her along with you towards the tables of food lining the left side of the courtyard, where you left your plate. She calms down a little once she's away from the flames, but she still seems pretty shaken.

>You should try to comfort her, you don't want her making a scene.
>Eh, she'll get over it. You should find the rest of your companions, wherever they've run off to.
>Something is bugging you, you should find a nice quiet spot to meditate. Maybe that will offer some revelation.
>Write-in

>>43749634
>I offer you the enemies of your people, oh terrible Lord of fire and death, so you might show mercy to your most faithful servants.”

Yet you condoned his existence to one of a mere guard bitch

>>43749656
>You should try to comfort her, you don't want her making a scene.

>>43749656
Yay we're connected to best god

>>43749656
>You should try to comfort her, you don't want her making a scene.
Not everyday you burn someone alive as a sacrifice.

>>43749656
>You should try to comfort her, you don't want her making a scene.

>>43749656
>Write-in
Somethings fucky here
>Attempt to commune with Mahana. You know you didn't imagine those faces in the fire. Mortals can't do illusory things that are only visible to one person out of the corner of their eyes; it could be that a spirit is drawing close.

>>43749711
Sure

>>43749711
Mortals could totally do a single illusory thing. It's doubtful that anyone here's a good enough vatis to pull it off, though.

>>43749656
>>You should try to comfort her, you don't want her making a scene.
some comforting words then we go
>Something is bugging you, you should find a nice quiet spot to meditate. Maybe that will offer some revelation.
find out about these offering. possible soul link here. And spirit related
>>43749711
doesn't sound bad. but a meditation may help just as well, if not better to get acquainted with the issue at hand. then ask for more information later once we have an idea of what is it.

>>43749656
>Something isn't right here, but you can't quite put your finger on what's amiss.

Ritual sacrifice, Mikael. It's a hell of a drug. And the lands you occupy are not well.

>>43749656
>You should try to comfort her, you don't want her making a scene.

>>43749656
>>You should try to comfort her, you don't want her making a scene.

>>43749729
The thing with the illusory thing is that nobody noticed it, and it was only visible from our peripheral vision. A visual illusion wouldn't have that effect, and afaik there's no standard mortal magic that would allow illusions to be visible to a single person. Mind-fuckery is spirit territory.

>>43749656
>You should try to comfort her, you don't want her making a scene.

>>43749656
>>You should try to comfort her, you don't want her making a scene.
Then meditate. Or can we use the Sight, or some other magic vision without having to zone out into a full meditation?

>>43749755
We have also loaned our ring to Chryss. It wouldn't surprise me if minor hallucinations accompanied Mikael's tired and hungry body, recently re-souled from his own misadventures.

Seriously, let's go get more food. If only to see more delicious food descriptions.

>>43749656
>>You should try to comfort her, you don't want her making a scene.

>>43749745
>>43749736
>>43749735
>>43749704
>>43749684
>>43749678
>>43749762
>>43749775
>>43749793
>Chill bruh, chill.

>>43749711
>>43749726
>Yo, kitten. What's up?

>>43749736
>>43749735
>>43749775
>Find a quiet place to meditate.

Tip titty typin'.

>>43749656
>Something is bugging you, you should find a nice quiet spot to meditate. Maybe that will offer some revelation.

>>43749755
Mind metamagic or it might have been effect rather than meta, I can't remember is available for us to learn the next time we go back to Anthus. Having that, or an old artifact that lets someone do single-target illusions, would work.

I'm not saying it's likely, I'm just saying it's possible.

[21:19] <~Soma_QM> !roll v1d100
[21:19] <DiceBot9000_> Incestous Alcoholic: 1d100: 7 = 7
[21:19] <iou1name> >7
[21:19] <~Soma_QM> Yikes.

We're fucked boyz

>>43749860
Why show us this? Why ruin the surprise?

>>43749896
This desu. There's really no reason to post shit like that.

>>43749860
ya wot

>>43749860
why would that have anything to do with the quest? its not in thread

>>43749926
>>43749921
>>43749917
>>43749896
There's not actually a random element to this encounter. I was just fuckin' with the IRC people.

>>43749975
You slut. I love it

>>43749975
noice
thats what those fagets get

>>43750069
>thats what those fagets get
you mean like fucking ur mum? cause we do that every day lmao

>>43750086
get rekt m8
soma played you like a fiddle boyo

>>43750099
>implying anyone was fooled except for one retard
>implying we don't all want the quest to burn anyways
ur just jelous ur mum is getting dick instead of you lmao

Zzzzz

Wha? Somebody say something?

>>43750485
nope

>>43750485
No, adhd. Just let the thread die.

>>43750517
No

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You retrieve your plate from the table on which you left it before returning to Mortia. The lamb's getting cold, so you tear off a chunk. The meat is so tender it practically melts on your tongue. However, just the sight of meat seems to set Mortia on edge. You set it aside for now, despite your own hunger, to make sure that your friend and companion isn't on the cusp of a very public breakdown.

Leaning forward you lower your voice, such that the nobles around you shouldn't be able to hear. “Mortia, it's alright. They were so high I doubt they even knew where they were, let alone what was happening. They wouldn't have felt anything while they burned.”

She flashes you a weak smile, nervously scratching at her wrist. “I know, and they deserved it. It's just... I don't worship these gods. I worship my own. My line is descended from a god, diluted though the blood may be. It sets me ill at ease sacrificing to another, let alone to offer so immense a sacrifice. A person's life is not to be offered lightly.”

Mortia mentioned that 'descended from a God' thing when you first met, but you assumed she was just boasting in an attempt to either impress or intimidate you. How could a mortal be descended from a god, or even a spirit? Spirits at least are completely asexual, they reproduce by splitting off pieces of their essence. Void entities presumably do the same.

(1/2)

Asking her about her ancestry can wait until later, for now you need to make sure she doesn't empty the contents of her stomach onto anyone important. You figure getting her away from the smoke and the pyres themselves will probably help her calm down, so wrapping an arm around her shoulders you walk her towards the foyer. You get a few odd looks but nobody makes any sort of move to confront you.

You find the foyer abuzz with guest lounging around hookah pipes to relax after a long night of eating and dancing, and spot Profectus sitting with several men and women you don't recognize around one pipe in particular. He waves to you cheerily enough, seemingly oblivious to what just happened, and motions for you to join him.

Seeing no reason not to, you oblige your friend. Space is made available for your and Mortia around the hookah pipe and you make sure she's comfortably seated. Your crown almost slips off in the process of settling into one of the plush pillows scattered about the floor, but you manage to catch it before it shatters on the ground with a bit of magic. Much to the momentary panic and amusement of the nobles surrounding Profectus. He always seems quite popular at these social functions.

You see a momentary glimpse of a face flitting through your peripheral vision, but it's probably just your imagination. Your attention is soon drawn away from your hallucinations by a woman's voice, some noble's wife no doubt. Attractive in her own right, if a bit plump. “So your friend was just telling us about the journeys your little group has been on in the barbarian North.”

A man, her husband judging by the way he rest a hand possessively on her hip, cuts in. His voice is booming and deep, commanding. “Indeed! Surprised you still have the thirst for adventure. Most in your position would've gotten tired of the whole endeavor by now. I can tell you, one voyage through the edge of the Pa'vala was all it took to convince me the adventuring life was over rated.”
2/3

You never thought you'd meet someone who legitimately preferred pissing about at feast and court functions to fighting giant worms in an inhospitable desert. “What can I say? I'm a man of immense ambition. Without it I would never...”

You trail off as the foyer vanishes, replaced by an endless maze of thin golden threads. A figure with skin of ash drawn tight against ancient bones flits between the strings, a halo of burning candles surrounding his skeletal head. Where his eyes should be there are only bottomless pits of black, and his nose has long since rotted away. However, from within his chest shines a brilliant golden light, and his elaborately decorated robes mark him as no simple spirit.

Then the vision is gone, and you're once again sitting in the foyer before an audience of nobles waiting expectantly for you to continue what you were saying. Unfortunately you've forgotten what you were saying.

>Excuse yourself, Mortia will probably be fine here by herself and you want to investigate this nonsense.
>Pani's blessed tits, not now! You still have a ceremonial role to play in this feast. Ignore the otherworldly messenger and just change the subject.
>You should consult your companions and see what they suggest you do. Don't want to run off and leave them high and dry.
>Write-in

>>43750643
>You should consult your companions and see what they suggest you do. Don't want to run off and leave them high and dry.
Don't want to leave a spirit hanging.
ayyyyyy nigga you smoked too much kush.

>>43749711
>>43750643

I KNEW IT

panic panic panic panic panic

>Excuse yourself, Mortia will probably be fine here by herself and you want to investigate this nonsense.

Also

>Periodically check up on Mortia via telepathy

It might help to actually let Mortia know what we're off to do, so she doesn't freak.

>>43750643
>You should consult your companions and see what they suggest you do. Don't want to run off and leave them high and dry.

>>43750669
Sorry, meant to vote for >You should consult your companions and see what they suggest you do. Don't want to run off and leave them high and dry.

I'm in favor of actually letting our compainions know what's going on for once

>>43750643
>You should consult your companions and see what they suggest you do. Don't want to run off and leave them high and dry.

>>43750643
>Pani's blessed tits, not now! You still have a ceremonial role to play in this feast. Ignore the otherworldly messenger and just change the subject.
Meh, it can't be that important.

>>43750643
>Excuse yourself, Mortia will probably be fine here by herself and you want to investigate this nonsense.

>>43750643
>Excuse yourself, Mortia will probably be fine here by herself and you want to investigate this nonsense. Advise your group through the brooches that something ethereal is going on here and they all need to be on their guard and that you are going to go meditate on what is happening.

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>>43750612

>>43750718
why does it look like he's blushing

notice me senpai

notice me

>>43750643
>>You should consult your companions and see what they suggest you do. Don't want to run off and leave them high and dry.

>>43750643
>You should consult your companions and see what they suggest you do. Don't want to run off and leave them high and dry.

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>>43750718
Moe~

>>43750643
>>Excuse yourself, Mortia will probably be fine here by herself and you want to investigate this nonsense.
>>You should consult your companions and see what they suggest you do. Don't want to run off and leave them high and dry.
Tell our companions what we saw before hunting the apparition, but don't take long.

>>43750752
>>43750747
>>43750757
>>43750687
>>43750681
>>43750667
>Yo niggas I gotta go be bust a ghost

>>43750669
>>43750698
>>43750706
>>43750757
>No time for consultation, there is spoop afoot.

>>43750690
>Can't it wait?

>>43750643
>You should consult your companions and see what they suggest you do. Don't want to run off and leave them high and dry.

When are we going to waifu Mortia?

>>43750863
Never.

>>43750643
ohhhh boy here we go

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You look between the nobleman, his wife, and the various other men and women gathered around the pipe. In the end, you decide to just be honest. “Sorry, I forgot what I was saying.”

Profectus pulls the mouthpiece of the pipe out from between his teeth, blowing a cloud of blue smoke into the air around him. “Something about ambition.” He slurs out, voice muddled by wine and opium.

Now you remember, your drive for success. “Right, were I not as ambitious as I am I would not have accomplished half the things my companion claims. I would not be amongst the youngest grandmasters in history. I would not have been unbanished by the Shah himself. I almost certainly wouldn't be sitting here being honored for my success on the battlefield, alongside Mortia of course.” You nudge her with your elbow, snapping her out of her reverie.

Just as you'd hoped, attention shifts from you to Mortia. Allowing you to safely reach out via the brooches without drawing too much suspicion. {Something odd is going on. I was just briefly flashed a glimpse of the fabric of reality and found myself face to face with a ghostly figure made of ash and bone. It wore rich robes trimmed with gold and seemed quite powerful. I'm planning on investigating, but I wanted your input first.}

Mortia sits up a little straighter next to you and Profectus gives you a vacant, bleary-eyed look but it's Darzi who's the first to respond. You can tell she approves based solely upon the brief glimpse you're afforded of her thoughts when she contacts you. {That sounds wise, you're the best equipped out of all of us to deal with spirits after all. At least in terms of experience. I think Mortia probably has the better equipment.}
(1/3)

Mortia looks to you and simply nods, before going back to talking about the void incursion and the role she played in holding off the endless horde. Profectus simply shrugs, taking another hit. It's Chryssa who voices concern. {Wouldn't it be best to wait until after the feast concludes? Lest you be needed for something important.}

Fulvia counters before you're able. {Anything involving the veil between reality and the void is vastly more important than a social function. We must ensure that the fabric is not at risk of tearing, lest we face another incursion in the palace. Unarmed nobility will not fare well against the denizens of the void.}

Since it seems like everyone is in agreement, you push yourself to your feet. Here is hardly the appropriate place to slip into a trance. “If you'll excuse me for a moment, I'll be back in just a moment.”

You don't wait for a response before slipping away. You wind your way deeper into the palace, passing a sheltered alcove where a man currently has one of the Samjan slaves bent over a bench with her robes pulled up over her ass. She seems willing, so you don't bother to concern yourself with it. Not like it's anyone you know.

Eventually you find an abandoned part of the palace, a library which doesn't seem to see much use judging by the layer of dust coating everything. You sit down in the middle of the floor, on a plush woven rug, and close your eyes. Without any effort on your part you find yourself drawn into a trance, the world rapidly slipping away. The ebb and flow of vys appears as nothing more than a momentary flash of blue and purple, and the souls of the party guest as nothing more than a momentary glimpse of twinkling lights.

(2/3)

Only as the individual threads of the fabric of reality come into view do you feel as though you're in control of yourself once again. Floating in front of you is the same skeletal figure you saw before, but much closer. You're able to see where its teeth have rotted out of its head, and the heat pouring off the creature is stiffling.

You stare into its empty sockets and a whisper flits quietly through your thoughts, so subtle you'd almost think it belonged to you rather than this foreign presence. {Anathema.}

The voice grows louder. {You have betrayed the natural order. You are anathema. Why do you beg for his most glorious presence if you are anathema?}

>What does he mean you've betrayed the natural order?
>When did you beg for anyone's presence?
>What is this creature?
>Write-in

>>43751180
>Nigga what?

>>43751180
>What does he mean you've betrayed the natural order?
>When did you beg for anyone's presence?

>>43751174
>passing a sheltered alcove where a man currently has one of the Samjan slaves bent over a bench with her robes pulled up over her ass.
oh my

>>43751180
>When did you beg for anyone's presence?
It was a custom that society forced upon me during a celebration. Even if I did make the appropriate sacrifice, I never really intended to call for Surya.

>>43751180
I guess someone didn't like our whole resurrection attempt and halfway success.
Well, fuck you buddy.

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>>43751180
>catching the attention of one of THE GODS
oh shit nigger

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>>43751180
>What does he mean you've betrayed the natural order?
>What is this creature?
It's pretty clear we summoned him with the ritual, but i'm not sure about the anathema thing.

>>43751180
>What does he mean you've betrayed the natural order?

>>43751223
That's what I thought at first too.

But really it could be any number of things we've done. I cannot think of a single area we've been to where we haven't messed with the natural order of things in one way or another.

>>43751180
Are we anathema because of that crazy shit we did when we put on the crown and dissolved part of that spirit's essence?

>>43751244
>>43751261
Good thing this setting based upon morrowind and dune with inspirations from some others doesn't have any vengeful ghosts that are contracted to deal with mortals messing with things beyond their ken in mostly lethal measures. Because those setting were entirely devoid of such concepts.
Eheheheh.

>>43751174
>You wind your way deeper into the palace, passing a sheltered alcove where a man currently has one of the Samjan slaves bent over a bench with her robes pulled up over her ass.
Could have been us.

>>43751180
>What does he mean you've betrayed the natural order?
>When did you beg for anyone's presence?

>>43751236
>...Bane?

>>43751236
>>43751227
>>43751276
>>43751208
>If you take that mask off, will he die?

>>43751276
>>43751219
>>43751208
>A lot of loyalty for a hired gun.

Writin' for
>What does betraying the natural order mean?
and
>When did you summon anyone?

>>43751301
WHY DOES HE WEAR THE MASK?

>>43751323

Is Soma drunk and that is why he's taking too long to post, or am I too sober and notice the passage of time too easily.

>>43751577
Oh shit, thanks for reminding me to drink, anon.

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>>43751589

np, pick is what I'm drinking.

What about you?

You have a dozen questions but one comes to the forefront immediately. {What do you mean, I've betrayed the natural order?} It could be referring the resurrection, or to your journey through the Gateway to Surya's Heart, or even to something more mundane. Being unbanished while you're still alive for saving the Shah's life after first killing him probably goes against the natural order of things.

The creature slips past you, its long robes trailing along behind it like some sort of ghostly tail. {You have robbed Surya of what is his rightful due. You have stolen from him the soul of a mortal who had passed. Shoved it back into their vessel and kept it there by your will alone. You encroach upon the god's domain, and for this you are anathema.}

So it is talking about the resurrection then. Fair enough, that's without a doubt not how death usually works out. Actually, why does Surya even care? The souls of mortals are mostly Pani's domain. Unless that kid was so weighed down by the memories of his past wrongdoings that he was doomed to be devoured by Surya. You find it hard to believe that a kid as young as Vicitra could have performed enough evil acts to doom his soul to eternal torment.

Another question occurs to you. {When did I summon anything? The ritual I performed was forced upon me, it was a tradition I was obligated to carry out.}

The creature flies through you, pain searing through your chest at its passage. {All that is required to summon one of the servants of the Highest Glory is the offer of a worthy enemy captured in valorous battle to the flame. You performed this task. You summoned me here. You are anathema. Why did you summon me?}
(1/2)

>>43751612
All I have in the house is some blackcherry wine, so that.

He keeps saying you're anathema but he's never actually explained the meaning behind it. {What do you mean I'm 'anathema'? What does being anathema entail, and how can I stop being anathema?}

The entity, the servant you suppose, looms towards you. So close you can feel the heat radiating from its chest. {To be anathema is to no longer be one of His chosen. You were once chosen, and now you are not. You are anathema. The suitable punishment for theft is death. His or yours. It does not matter so long as a soul is offered to Surya.}

This is really starting to get on your nerves. {That's well and good, but how am I actually affected by being anathema? Does it immediately inconvenience me in any way?}

The creature drifts slowly away, retreating to a more comfortable distance. {You shall never know paradise, even if you die in meritorious combat. Instead you shall be surrendered to Her, and forced to begin again.}

>Alright, you're fine with that. Why would you ever want to escape the cycle of death and rebirth?
>Paradise does sound pretty nice. You suppose you don't mind sacrificing Vicitra to Surya.
>Isn't there any other way you could lose the status of anathema?
>Write-in

>>43751657
>Isn't there any other way you could lose the status of anathema?

>>43751657


HAHAHAHAHA

Holy shit,

Mik just got banished by the gods.

Fookin incredible mate.

>>43751657
>Isn't there any other way you could lose the status of anathema?

>>43751657
>Alright, you're fine with that. Why would you ever want to escape the cycle of death and rebirth?

>BANISHED QUEST

/thread

>>43751657
>Isn't there any other way you could lose the status of anathema?
>as long as someone's soul is offered? So you mean I can offer up a soul is neither mine nor his and still be pardoned?

>>43751657
>>Isn't there any other way you could lose the status of anathema?
Ask if the soul of another would be an acceptable subsitiute

>>43751657
So this guy's saying Pani doesn't get all the souls after all.
>Tell him that mortals don't know about this Sruyian paradise thing.
>Is there any way to stop bein anathema?
Also does that mean Mortia also summoned one of these?

>>43751657

>Write him

Give him the offering of the dead god trapped within your body that's trying to take control.

Have him rip that shit out of you if necessary. Let Surya devour that.

>>43751688
>The suitable punishment for theft is death. His or yours.
You forgot about this part. It states that it must be Mik's or the guy we saved.

>still not the last post of the thread
Already missed 2 votes thinking Soma is gonna go away after posting the next part.

>>43751657
>Paradise does sound pretty nice. You suppose you don't mind sacrificing Vicitra to Surya.

>>43751657
>>Alright, you're fine with that. Why would you ever want to escape the cycle of death and rebirth?

>>43751677
WELL FUCK THEM
WE'LL BECOME OUR OWN GOD
WITH BLACKJACK, AND HOOKERS

>>43751705
>>43751657
oh I like this. I support.

>>43751705
It's not a bad idea.

He'll probably give us the equivalent of 'fuck you' but it's worth a try.

>>43751677
Only by Surya, actually.
And I honestly doubt paradise is a thin and Surya doesn't just eat the souls.
We plan to live forever anyway, aren't we?

>>43751657
>Alright, you're fine with that. Why would you ever want to escape the cycle of death and rebirth?
>>43751705
>>43751719
>>43751722
>people this retarded actually exist

>>43751657
>Isn't there any other way you could lose the status of anathema?
>>43751705
This.

>>43751705

The guy who posted offering the dead god to surya

>>43751715
>>43751719
>>43751722
>>43751728

Maybe we could get more for the dead god. Haggle and all that.

Immortality with never a chance to become insane and, AND, we get to touch Pani's tits, palm contact, at least 5 seconds.

Also knowledge of what the gods are truly like, considering he might be an emissary.

>>43751705
>>43751719
>>43751722
>>43751742
>>43751756
You are literally retarded.
We DO NOT have a dead god trapped in us.
We have an enity trapped in us, who is a failed attempt at resurrecting a dead god.
Also, the entity doesn't have a soul, it's a mental think where she was written into the enchantmet of our mind.

>>43751657
I agree that we should offer to sacrifice the dead attempt at a god embedded in our head to him, but we shouldn't offer only that, since he wants a soul. I think we should try to go into soul-debt, then offer up the soul of the next powerful enemy that we face, or something.

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>>43751742
>Can't I just suck your dick or something?

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>>43751729
>Who needs paradise anyway? Place is probably boring.

>>43751712
>Meh, fuck that kid.

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>>43751742
>My HIV is very valuable to me, please take it.

Writin' for HIV offerin' and dick suckin'.

>>43751777
>My HIV is very valuable to me, please take it.
Oh Soma, you lovable fucker.

>>43751771

>You are literally retarded

Well sorry for being too drunk to care.

And if it's an enchantment on our mind, can't we just do some brain surgery on ourselves and remove the fucking brain tattoo?

God's above, I don't want it to be on there when Mik's like 800 or so. Saggy deflated tattoos are the worst. All sad looking. Enchantments would probably be even worse.

>>43751795
>implying Mikhael wouldn't have transcended time and space

>>43751777
Did most of the players that know how shit works go to bed already? How could a write-in this awful win?

>>43751795
Have you forgotten about the mind purging device that we are going to get after obtaining the recipe for that steel? Its pretty much the next thing we are going to do.

>>43751809
I've given up trying to fight against such retardation a long time ago.

>>43751812

Have you forgotten that we have an opportunity to haggle with a god, or shit even get in a gods good graces?

We could be like an ultimate power broker between the mortal realm, the spirit realm, and the divine. Hagglin for shit and all of that.

Next time we meet with our dad

>Hey son, I just met with the Padishah, and we got more influential contacts and shit.
Cool pops, I met with a Divine Emissary of Surya's. Seems like I got some pull with the gods.

>>43751771
Oh yeah, I forgot about that.

>>43751809
>2015
>still caring about what happens in banished quest

You consider what the spirit, or servant, has said. It would seem that what you learned growing up was not quite accurate, regarding the nature of death and rebirth. Surya would seem to play a greater role than simply a monster to scare children into behaving lest they get eaten by the Sun. Assuming this servant is telling the truth of course, and that its idea of 'paradise' is roughly similar to your own. By no means a safe assumption.

Still, no reason to shut out an opportunity before you even know what really is. {Is there any alternative way to stop being anathema? Anything that doesn't involve the death of myself or the boy?}

The spirit drifts still further away, your perception of it growing clouded. {He is not known forgiveness, nor is He known for leniency. A soul must pay for what was snatched from His grasp. If not yours, and if not his, then justice will not have been delivered. Only appeasement. He does not wish to be appeased. He wishes for justice.}

You'll take that as a 'no' then. Still, it might be worth making an offer. {What if I could offer another anathema's soul for my own? Is service rendered not proper repayment for crimes committed?}

The creature drifts closer, leaning forward. You think it's interested. {Perhaps this exchange could be called equitable. One death would not suffice. Your actions have made another anathema as well. Thus to repay the debt owed without self-sacrifice or the return of what was stolen, two deaths are required.}

You recall the entity you have dwelling amidst your thoughts, dormant though it's been lately. {What if I could offer you the soul of someone who's crimes are far greater than theft? I have dwelling within my thoughts an aborted attempt to revive Prthvi. If I were to-}
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The creature shoves its hand into your head. You can feel it ripping through your mind, tearing through your thoughts in a mad search for the entity. The pain is immense, and after a short while you black out. You awaken some untold amount of time later lying on the floor of the library. An attempt to sit-up results only in the realization that you have a horrendous migraine, but besides the terrible pain you feel no different.

The crown is laying on the floor next to you, thankfully unbroken. After you've taken a few minutes to recover you force yourself to pluck up the ornate headdress and crawl to your feet, sitting the crown back atop your head before stumbling towards the door. Once you're able, you prop yourself up against the wall. Thinking back on your memories of the strange meeting, you find that only one survives after the creature shoved its hand into your skull.

The servant had leaned forward, its hollow eye sockets promising untold horror as it whispered soundlessly into your thoughts {Liar.}

>EEEEND THREAD

>>43751962
Short thread today.

>>43751965
Not really. Eight story post. Got through most of the party. Next thread will start with crown smashing and then it'll be back into a timeskip.

>>43751962
Well... could have gone better. So is that entity NOT an attempt to resurrect a dead god or what?

>>43751962

So wait.. we don't have the entity inside us?

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Who~
Knows~

It's simple, we said we had an anathema inside us, but the entity doesn't have a soul, so she doesn't count as a person enough to be anathema.
Also sounds like Soma has been misleading us about her for months.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Banished%20Quest
Archive here.

>>43751962
What a drama queen.

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>>43751962

chryssa a shit

Mormor, Darzi, and Ghada a bests

>>43751979
.. this is getting scary ..