>>46246729
>>Other
What is it?

>>46246729
>Refuse

>>46246729
>other
What type of meat is that?

>>46246758
>>46246814
Sure why not.

>>46246729
>Buy the meat
can't cost much and there's always complementary information to be had that's tastier than any meat

>>46246729
>>46246758 This

Also, hi OP

>>46246758
You ask what type of meat he's pushing on you, but he seems to just smile and shove the stick in your face, as if seeing it up close will make it more appetizing. The more he shoves it on you, the more the sickly sweet smell of the thick sauce seems to annoy you.

"You buy, yes! Two coins! Best in town!"

With your limited grasp of his language, you can only just catch a few words, but he repeats them incessantly.

>Buy the sweet smelling meat
>Refuse
>Other

>>46246902
Hello, friend anon

>>46246962
>Refuse
rude

>>46246962
I feel like I'm in fucking Greece. Also we are we right now?

>refuse, sense we have limited money.

>>46247015
who*

>>46246962
>>Refuse

>>46246962
>Refuse
Fuck this guy.

>>46246962
>Refuse

>>46246962
>Refuse
we all know those street merchants

>>46246962
>Refuse

>>46247054
You turn away from the stick and raise your hand in the best 'no' motion you can think of. His warm smile turns to a sour frown so fast you think his cheeks might have whiplash. His attention turns from you to another passerby, a woman who seems just as surprised as you, but wholly unable to refuse his meat pushing as you did. You move away from the stand, and head toward the center of the market, hoping to find some clues as to the whereabouts of your target along the way.

As you walk, you notice a good number of the locals seem to be wearing swords, or at least knives on their belts. None of them are as large as the two-handed cleaver you carry on your back, but you don't think starting a fight around here will end very well, especially if you pick the wrong person.

Just as you're thinking that, someone comes stumbling out of the crowd, slamming into you, almost knocking you over. You are just about ready to shout at him, when you notice he is bleeding from the stomach, and clinging to your tunic with a red colored fist.

"Help! Help me!" he cries, tugging at you. You look in the direction he just came from, and see a man in chainmail, carrying a bloody scimitar, who looks to be on the warpath.

>Help the bleeding man up
>Slap his hand away
>Stop the approaching man
>Other

>>46247246
>>Slap his hand away

>>46247246
Who are we, exactly?

>>46247246
>Slap his hand away

>>46247275
I think this is another flashback

>>46247246

I need to know who we are.

If we're a "does 'x' for money" type person then slap his hand away

Otherwise stop the approaching man. Let's stay just out of swinging distance and try to talk first if we go this route.

>>46247246
Otter
Protect the bleeding man, ask whats going on and without additional info help the one who pays most.
Oh and tell the bleeding man, that there is a fine offer for meat, if he is hungry

>>46247246
>Stop the approaching man

>>46247365
You slap his hand away, sending him sprawling into the sand as you take a step back. The approaching man raises his sword, causing the bleeding man to scream, only to be silenced as the blade comes down, slicing open his windpipe. The man dressed in chainmail hacks at his victim three more times, each more unnecessary than the last, until he is but a bloody mess on the sand. Most people turn away here, hoping to get back to their shopping without incident, but the man in chainmail sees you, and the bloody handprint on your tunic, and turns his blade at you.

"You, foreigner! You are under arrest for aiding a criminal! Come peacefully or I be taken by force!"

You can see the adrenaline in his eyes from here. He's hopped up on murder. You think you might be able to talk him down, but a wrong move could mean a fight.

>Come quietly
>"I don't know this man."
>"Get bent."
>Draw your sword
>Other

It's a flashback, I just kind of wanted it to be a surprise

>>46247246
>>46247410 this

I have a feeling we are Big Man before he was BIG

>>46247496
>"Get bent."
? not sure what it means but sounds cool

>>46247496
>"Get bent."
I was guessing that after I asked, don't worry about it

>>46247518

It means " go fuck yourself"

>get bent.

>>46247496
>>"I don't know this man."
Pardon me, I just slapped his hand away, as he was dirting me clothing.
You can ask the bystanders for confirmation

>>46247496
>>"I don't know this man."
>>"Get bent."

>>46247547
Danke

>>46247496
If it means this >>46247532
when
>get bent

>>46247496
Well, I still appreciate the effort. I like it, sometimes you just get into a thread and even if you follow the quest you don't know what you're in for.

Also, you kinda inspired me to try my hand at questing. W-would you mind it if I start one somewhere next week with some inspiration taken from your quest?

>Get bent

>>46247496
>>"I don't know this man."

>>46247518
Salt, did you make sure, it does not mean "bent over and offer your rear as an apology" or something similar, before voting it?

>>46247532
You tell the man to take his attitude elsewhere, but the doesn't seem too keen on it. He raises his sword and rushes at you, fully intent on killing. His footwork is sloppy, his eyes are closed, and he isn't even choking up on the grip properly. A grown man is charging at a fifteen year old, and he can't even be asked to have proper form.

>Kill him
>Wound him
>Embarrass him

>>46247641
>Embarrass him
He is beneath us.

>>46247595
Well considering the man is hopped up on murder, I doubt his going to fuck us in public.. But if QM did that pretty sure everybody would freak out.

>>46247641
>Embarrass him

>>46247641
>>Embarrass him
if he is some law-enforcer it will bite our ass, but still.

>>46247641
Embarrass him

>>46247641
>>Embarrass him

>>46247641
>Embarrass him

>>46247641
>Embarrass him
Use your blade to cut through his belt. Enough to both humiliate him and to show we could kill him at any time if we bothered to care.

>>46247641
>Teenager with a fuckhuge sword
We're Guts?

>>46247662
You plant your back foot, and raise the other, delivering a powerful kick to his gut, and sending him ass first into the sand. He falls back, dropping his weapon. As soon as he realizes what's happened, he scrambled to pick up the scimitar once more, but you kick it away, and it's scooped up by a passing child who dashes away with it, probably to hurt himself somehow. The man, now confused and afraid at your feet, begs you to forgive him.

>Walk away
>Draw your sword
>Help him up
>Other

>>46247578
Go ahead man, I don't control you

>>46247725
>Help him up

>>46247725
>>Walk away
But keep an ear out if he tries to attack from behind.

>>46247725
Other
Who trained you? They should be ashamed of you, and you. When you go for a kill, a neat gut slice or neck is better than running in while flailing. Etc

>>46247725
>Help him up

>>46247725
>Other
This guy just bump on me. No hard feelings?
aslo, do we have buissnes cards?

>>46247725
Walk away.
We are here for a reason, right?

>>46247707
>What if Guts impregnated Ainz: the quest

>>46247725
>Walk away
>>46247762
He's too unprofessional.

>>46247578
If you do. let us know, maybe grovel at BBEG-Questmans feet to announce your writings in his twitter

(Do not forget to bring 10 kg of choclade pudding for bribery purposes)

>>46247802
Oi dont forget the canolis as well!

>>46247790
I wanted him to give it to his superiors

>>46247802
Nah mate. Getting a more popular QM to vouch for me makes me feel like a massive attention whore. If I don´t get cold feet at the last moment, I´ll announce it in the quest discussion thread like everyone else.

>>46247884
haha then sure

>>46247884
>Trainee gets lost in blood-lust
>His skills are not trained enough that they are second nature to his body.

Ya, lets give his shit-fucking lord teacher a card.

>>46247765
You say nothing, only turn away and leave the man stewing in his own ineptitude. You notice several rubberneckers watching you as you go, but pay them no mind. You're more than used to being leered at by now.

After another two hours or so of searching for a sign, you give up for a minute, and sit down to rest by a small well. People come and go, drawing water in buckets and jars, saying nothing to you as you bake in the desert heat. You think about taking a drink yourself, but you know better than to trust strange water. After while though, something catches your eye.

A tall, slightly hunched man in white robes approaches the well, with something long and wrapped in dingy cloth affixed to his back. His cracked face, salt and pepper facial hair, and piercing eyes make him a dead ringer for the man you're looking for. He doesn't seem to notice you.

>Stand and greet him
>Watch him carefully
>Other

>>46247790
Well, if we are young Big Man, we might want to give him a card, offering COST-EFFECTIVE training sessions from a professional.
(No squad rebate)

>>46247968
>>Watch him carefully

>>46247968
>Watch him carefully
>>46247984
I like the way you think, but we assuredly have more important and better-paying things to do

>>46247968
>Watch him carefully

>>46247968
>>Watch him carefully

>>46247968
>Watch him carefully

...What if we're looking for the BEG?

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>>46247968
>Watch him carefully

Obligatory Nohelmetposting

>>46248038
anon, this is a flashback. we're the BBEG in his early years

>>46248059
But what if... we're looking for ourselves in the people we killed in the past, That made ourselves whole?

>>46248038
You do not look for the BEG, it is HE whose interest you catch, then HE will come for you, giving you a business card.

>>46248056
Silly. We already agreed it is just mask that we put on our helmet

>>46247968
>>Watch him carefully

>>46248079
I don't understand. Please explain.

>>46248079
Don't confuse me

>>46248079
We are the people that tried to kill us in the past?

>>46248079
anon, put down the peyote, its its seriously bad shit to get into.

>>46248147
>We are the people that tried to kill us in the past?
What if we´re Tyler Durden? What if we're not trying to conquer the world, but ourselves?

>>46248015
You keep your eyes on him as he approaches, stopping beside the well and tying the public rope around the mouth of a tall jug. He drops it down into the water, causing a faint splash. He waits a moment, presumably to let the water fill the jug below, before tugging on it to raise it back up. As he pulls on the rope to recover his jug, you notice his eyes quickly dart over to you, then go back to his work. You say nothing.

When the jug is finally back in his hands, he turns to you, face still as stone, and stares. It unnerves you a bit, and you think it might be time to speak, but before you do, he finally opens his mouth.

"Go home boy. The man you're looking for isn't here."

>"I think he is. I just need to lure him out."
>"Are you him? Are you the Fallen?"
>"I'm not sure what you mean, sir."
>Other

>>46248200
>>"I'm not sure what you mean, sir."

>>46248200
>Other
>"Is this a double-bluff or are you actually this bad of a liar?"

>>46248186
Fight Club has inspired a generation of kids to be douchebags. Like Scarface

>>46248200
*Intense Stare* Mode activate

>>46248249
I want to vote for this but I'm conflicted.
On one hand, trademark silence.
On the other hand, it works best when people are coming to us and looking for a response instead of the other way around.

>>46248200
>Other
U fookin wot m8? Amma knock ye on the gabber!

>>46248200
>"I'm not sure what you mean, sir."

>>46248200
>>46248238 this

>>46248217
You tell him you don't quite understand. This seems to turn his frown into a scowl.

"I won't stand here and play word games with you. Get gone, and do it quick. You won't find anything or anyone to help you in this city, only disappointment and regret."

You continue to lock eyes for a while. You catch yourself being drawn to the bundle on his back now and again, and he seems to notice. He turns ever so casually to keep it out of view, but you know what it is at a glance.

After a while, he seems to grow tired of the staring contest, and turns to walk away. You need to convince him to confess the truth, or at least hear your request.

>Draw your sword
>"I know it's you! Face me like a man!"
>"Please! I've come too far to turn back."
>"Old man! Turn this way or be run through!"
>Other

>>46248357
he obviously gonna kick our ass
>Draw your sword

>>46248357

>Draw your sword

>>46248357
>"Old man! Turn this way or be run through!"

>>46248357
>Other
>"Who am I looking for, then? Where did he go?"
could this be the man who teaches us the way of the sword? I kind of doubt it, but...

>>46248411
You reach over your shoulder and grip the handle of your weapon, tugging on it and sliding it free of the hooks holding it in place on your back. As the steel rings, the old man stops in his tracks. You level the sword with him, saying nothing, but speaking volumes with your one action. He turns, sees the blade shimmering in the sunlight, and sighs. All around you, locals and tourists alike are moving away, and yet remaining close enough to observe the showdown. The old man notices this as well, and seems to turn slightly red at the notion of being observed by so many. Finally, he sets down his jug, and pulls the bundle strapped to his back over his shoulder, holding it out so that the tip just touches the tip of your own sword.

"If this is the only way to get you away from me, fine. Make your move."

>"I just want you to listen."
>Lunge
>Swing
>Other

>>46248445
You think he is Frank Castillo?

>>46248544
>"I just want you to listen."

>>46248544
>Throw your sword into the dirt and begin the duel.
>Dance for a minute and dare him to match your talent.

>>46248544
other
>kick him in the balls

>>46248544
>"I just want you to listen."

>>46248556
yeah. He's oozing with *regret-filled hermit swordmaster* and the bundle on his back is conspicuously a weapon of unknown/dangerous properties

>>46248544
The only way to make me go away is by being more forthcoming with answers.
careful, mage

>>46248581
You tell him you just want to be heard, and it actually seems to resonate a little. He peers around, growing anxious with the crowd gathering here, and sighs, slinging the bundle over his back again, and lifting his jug from the sand. He turns away, but looks back over his shoulder before beginning to walk.

"Follow me, and be quiet until we arrive." You nod, and stow your weapon as you trail after him.

The two of you arrive at a small, mud and stone building not long after, and he leads you around the side to a door that he unlocks with a large iron key. You enter after him, wiping your feet out of courtesy, regardless of the fact that the floor inside is just as much dirt as the ground outside.

He sets the jug on a table across the room, and sits down on a wooden crate beside a black iron pot that dangles over a fire pit. You shut the door behind you, and follow him into the room.

"Pour two cups,' he says, motioning a lazy hand toward the jug. You see a pile of unwashed clay bowls beside it.

>Pour two cups of water
>Pour a single cup
>Refuse
>Other

>>46248717
>>Pour two cups of water

>>46248717
>Pour two cups of water

>>46248717
>Pour two cups of water

>>46248717
wash bowls and pour two cups

>>46248717
>Pour two cups of water
It won't hurt us

>>46248717
>Refuse
We may be evil, but by Jove we're not unhygienic!

>>46248717
>>46248759 this
We have standards

>>46248717
>Pour two cups of water

>>46248717
>Pour two cups of water

>>46248735
You cross the room and pour the jug into two separate bowls. The cool water splashes the table a bit, but you manage to get them full. You set the jug down, and bring the bowls with you back to the old man, handing him one before grabbing a crate and pulling it close to sit across from him. He sips his water, and you do too.

"So, spill it then. Why are you here."

You tell him everything. About wanting to be a swordsman, about hearing the legends of the Fallen Paladin, about trekking across the Valley of Death alone for weeks, and about arriving in town. He listens intently, draining his cup little by little as you go on. When you finish, he throws back the last of it.

"Yes, well, Francis Castillo of the White Order is long gone. It's like all the stories say. I fell, and hard. I've been excommunicated, stripped of my holdings, and even stricken from the canon. All I have now is this dented, chipped hunk of steel that used to be a sword," he says thumbing at the bundle that was once on his back, and is now set beside him in the dirt.

>"I'm not looking to become a Paladin."
>"I came a long way. You're teaching me."
>"There must be something left in you. Something I can learn."
>Other

>>46248965
>"I'm not looking to become a Paladin. I'm looking for the skills to be an amazing swordsmen."

>>46248986

Second

>>46248965
>Other
He's clearly filthy as fuck, so offer to clean and wash for him in exchange for private lessons.

>>46248965
Tell me your story, then, if nothing else, at least you will be remembered.

>>46248965
>>46248986 thus

Also, called he is Frank

>>46248965
>>46248986
this.

>>46248986
He looks you dead in the eye for a moment, then turns his eyes back down to his empty cup.

"I understand how you feel, son. A young man wants to feel powerful. He wants to have some sort of control over the world he lives in. Often the easiest way to gain that control is by force. You can get a lot done with a closed fist. But it's a fleeting sort of control. Someone will come along with a, harder fist. That's not a path I want to send another man down."

>"Sir, strength is all I have. It's the only thing I know."
>"There won't be a bigger fist. I'll make mine the biggest."
>"Are you a swordsman, or a motivational speaker?"
>Other

>>46249222
>"Sir, strength is all I have. It's the only thing I know."

>>46249222
>"There won't be a bigger fist. I'll make mine the biggest. You can knock me down but I will rise up stronger until the gods themselves would need to use the biggest of fists to fist me."

>>46249222
>"There won't be a bigger fist. I'll make mine the biggest."
And that´s how the BEG was born

>>46249222
It sounds like you know that there is something more I should learn?

>>46249274
"You sure do love to talk, boy. Work on that," he comments, standing from his crate. "That aside, you're starting to grow on me. I'll tell you what. If you really want to learn what I know, I'll teach you. But I have one condition." You lean forward, eager to hear what it is he wants of you.

"Keep this place clean. I mean top to bottom. Scrub the cups, sweep the floors, do the wash, all that stuff. You do that, and I'll make a swordsman out of you."

>"Seems fair."
>"Fine, but none of that 'finding yoursef' riddle shit. I just want to stab things."
>"No deal, I'm not here to be an errand boy."
>Other

>>46249518
>>"Seems fair."

>>46249518
>>"Fine, but none of that 'finding yoursef' riddle shit. I just want to stab things."

>>46249518
>>"Fine, but none of that 'finding yoursef' riddle shit. I just want to stab things."

>>46249518
>Other
Draw your sword and swear a solemn oath to slay the filth wherever you may find it.

>>46249518
>"Seems fair. but none of that Riddle shit."

>>46249518
>>"Fine, but none of that 'finding yoursef' riddle shit. I just want to stab things."
obviously

>>46249649
You shake hands with your new mentor, and suddenly feel a cool puff of air in your ear. You turn to the side and see nothing that might have caused it. You ask Frank if he felt a breeze, but he doesn't seem to know what you're referring to. You scratch your ear and go back to speaking with him, only to flinch when another cool puff of air. Something tickles your ear, and you stick a pinkie in to try and sate the feeling. Even with a finger blocking the path, you feel another tickle, and start to think you may be going mad.

cont

>>46249598
Only question is, do we have to do the cleaning ourselves, or can we use our mad charm skillz to find a nice gal, who does the dishes and keeps us warm in the night.

Suddenly you are in your bedroom, tucked warmly into your large, king sized bed. You sit up straight, shake your head to clear away the daze of slumber, and look over to the side of your bed to see Vanessa, still in her pajamas, smiling up at you.

"Morning, Daddy. You looked so peaceful, I didn't want to shake you, so I just blew into your ear instead. Were you having a dream?"

>"Yes."
>"No."
>"Not a dream."
>Other

>>46249912
>Other
I saw me, in myself from the past with myself, learning from a man who was my former self who...ah who am I kidding, It was just a dream sweet-heart.

>>46249912
>Other
Pull her into a tight hug and start tickling her. We need to spend more time bonding with our little girl.

>>46249912
>>"Not a dream."

>>46249912
Yes, but a sad one, because you were not in it.

>>46249912
>"Not a dream."
Remembering old times, simpler, but dirty.
Now then my little hellion, whats for breakfast?

>>46249912
>>46249945 this

#1 Dad is back!

>>46249987

Second

>>46249912
>Other
>Did I ever tell you about Frank Castillo?

>>46249945
You reach over and hoist Vanessa up by her armpits and pull her into your lap. She giggles as you squeeze her, and begins kicking and laughing uncontrollably as you prod her ribcage with your fingers.

"D-d-daddy s-stop! Stooop!"

After she threatens to pee herself in your bed, you finally stop and let her slide off of you, onto the stone floor. She recovers slowly, and finally hops back up to her feet and reaches out to grab your closets hand.

"Come on, I have something to show you before the meeting today." You set your feet on the ground and let Vanessa think she is pulling you up out of bed, then follow her out of the room and toward the kitchen. When you arrive, you see a veritable feast laid out on the breakfast table, including flapjacks, sausage, bacon, scrambled eggs, buttered toast, mixed fruit, muffins, biscuits smothered in gravy, and a tall mug of black coffee to name a few. Vanessa runs out in front of it all and waves her arms, smiling cheerfully.

"Surprise! Happy Father's Day, for the best most nicest daddy in the multiverse!"

>"Honey, this is all way too much for me alone, even if I am the size of an owlbear."
>"It's not a surprise when you do it every year, sweetie."
>Other

>>46250207
He's dead, right?
Maybe we should make him a hero, or role model complete with statues and national holiday. Dude seemed to dislike being forgotten?

>>46250240
Start munching, praising her

>>46250261
Er I think we killed him, because he taught others the way of the sword aswell

>>46250240
>Other
Say nothing
hug her and kiss her forehead

>>46250240
>"Honey, this is all way too much for me alone, even if I am the size of an owlbear."
>Being a father is the best.
>>46250261
Yeah, he is. We killed him.
I just wanted BBEG_Questman to give us more precious information about him and his remaining legacy that carries on in us

>>46250299
Err. we maybe sould leave out some parts, then

>>46250299
I bet he taught Cruz. I'm calling it now.

>>46250240
>Other
Thank you so much sweety, you know the perfect way to my heart, praise and a hearty meal!
Give her a bear hug and kiss her forehead, then tuck in.

>>46250240
>"Honey, this is all way too much for me alone, even if I am the size of an owlbear."
>Other
>" I CHALLANGE YOU TO THE FIRST ANNUAL FATHER DAYS EAT OFF DAUGHTER! "

>>46250240
>"Honey, this is all way too much for me alone, especially after my last visit to the Evil Cardiologist"

Who remembers the cardiologist from the first thread?

>>46250372
Thanks to all the exercise and stress, we should be fit again and need the calories.

>>46250372
I don't. Good call.

>>46250344
You tell Vanessa that you'll never be able to eat all of what she's prepared, delicious as it looks. She seems a bit sullen.

"I know, Daddy, but I wanted to make sure there was everything you like, because you're my daddy and it's your very special day! And you always used to look so sad when you would come home from work and there wasn't any hot food in the house. That's why I learned to cook when I was little, so I could make you something good whenever you came home!"

You think back to when Vanessa was only five years old. She learned to cook instant ramen and five minute macaroni, and would often force it on you when you came back from a long day of slaying. She would even fork it into your mouth for you as you sat in your easy chair. You always hated the taste, but choked it down just to see her smile. You never knew it was all for your sake.

"Come on, sit down!" Vanessa says, smiling as she tugs on your arm. You let her pull you to the table and sit down across from her. You look for a fork, but can't seem to find one. You look over to Vanessa, and see that she has both a fork and knife in her hands, and is hard at work cutting things into small, bite sized portions. When she has sectioned a bit of everything, she stabs a few sections of the flapjacks, drizzled in syrup, and holds them out to you.

"Say ah, Daddy," she says, grinning from ear to ear. You remember her little flowered apron, and the way she was always carefully watching the pot as it came to a boil.

>"I can feed myself, Vanessa. I'm not that old."
>"Sweetie, that's a bit much."
>Open
>Other

>>46250700
>I'm not that old sweetie.

>>46250700
>>Open
But only if we are alone with her....

>>46250700
>Open
Don't ruin this, were having a moment!
inb4 Shen catches us in the act

>>46250786
>>46250797
You guys know it will happen.
Still.
>I'm not that old sweetie.
>open

>>46250700
Shit forgot to link
>>46250865

>>46250865
Maybe we should turn it into a question, then?

Am I really getting this old, sweetie?

>>46250897
>Am I really getting this old, sweetie?
This entire plot for global domination is the last ditch attempt of a man with a midlife crisis to feel truly alive.

Repeating digits confirm

>>46250700
>>"Sweetie, that's a bit much."

>>46250700
>"Sweetie, that's a bit much."
>"Just one bite."
>Being a father is the best.

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>>46250917
>trying to steal my dubs
these prove that the BEG is in fact going to have a son.

>>46250996

>that feel when you'll never be one cause your unable to get a woman preggo

>>46251032
I would say "watch me" but I sure don't want that, you weirdly confrontational anon. Have faith in yourself as well, if this was supposed to be a shared feeling.

>>46250786
You open wide and let Vanessa stuff your mouth full of warm pancakey goodness. As you chew, she proceeds to stick a bit of sausage and egg on the fork.

"Here comes the trade ship, Daddy! Getting sucked into the whirlpool to be crushed by a kraken and have all of it's crew devoured!"

Vanessa feeds you forkful after forkful for a while, basking in the alone time and absolutely glowing with joy as you eat. When you're finally full, you clean your mouth off with a napkin and stand, patting your slightly bulging belly.

Vanessa hugs your arm and walks you back to your room, leaving you to dress yourself for the day. When you emerge from your bedroom, she has already morphed into her suit, and latches onto your arm again as soon as she is able.

>"We're just going to the meeting, sweetie. I'll be right next to you."
>"Vanessa, didn't we have a talk about this?"
>Teleport to the conference room dimension together
>Other

>>46251121
>we're going to be in public. What was the rule sweetheart?

>>46251121
>>46251188
this

>>46251121
>"We're just going to the meeting, sweetie. I'll be right next to you."

>>46251121
>>46251188
>we're going to be in public. What was the rule sweetheart?
>We are profesionals, make daddy proud 'wink'

>>46251188
Vanessa pouts a bit, but releases your arm and straightens out her skirt and jacket before you teleport together. You arrive in the conference room, and take your seats.

Duncan is still missing, off handling the investigation of the massive fire that struck a forest near the city. The rest of your advisors are in attendance, even Marigold, though she refuses to remove her horned helmet as a representative of the Hellraisers.

Things seem business as usual, though it doesn't go nearly as smoothly as when Duncan is mediating. Near the end, Gilbert brooches the topic of the new weapon design, and the progress he is making.

"I'm almost ready to assemble the first prototype. However, I require a special material from the fourth pit of hell. A unique type of sulfur that can be found there. Unfortunately, I lack the ability to cross the aetheric plane. With your permission, I could purchase a small supply. It won't be cheap, but I need it to complete the next phase of testing."

>Grant permission
>Refuse
>Other

>>46251411
>Grant permission

>>46251411
>Grant permission

>>46251411
>other get it ourselves

>>46251411
>>Grant permission

>>46251411
>>46251456
yes, can't we go there? it seems like it would be quiet easier to do so. or get vannessa to do it or something like that. maybe we can even bring gilbert and... caitlyn? (whatever her name was) to come and visit.

>>46251411
>>46251456
>>46251489
Bring Gilbert

>>46251489
This, why buy here?

>>46251461
You allow it. Gilbert thanks you for your generosity, cackling to himself as he wrings his hands and grins eerily. You bring the meeting to an end, and most of your advisors stand and begin heading back to work. Vanessa stays behind, watching as people leave, tapping her finger nervously on the conference table and trying not to glance at you as things wind down. Caitlyn is the last to leave, approaching you meekly and asking for your attention.

"Um, yes, sir? Sorry, I don't mean to bother you, I know you're super duper busy," she rambles, and you notice Vanessa scratching at her neck. It seems she's experiencing some sort of withdrawal symptoms from the lack of physical affection.

"-what I mean to say is, if it's not too much trouble that is, if there's any chance at all, should you deem it acceptable," continues Caitlyn.

>"Spit it out."
>"Let's talk about this later."
>Let Vanessa hug you
>Other

>>46251591
>take your time

Rip money when we could've got it

>>46251591
>>"Spit it out."

>>46251591
>Other
>Interrupt her and explain that Ray is your closest friend and we wouldn't be able to stand it if he knew that we were making her uncomfortable. She can calm down; her opinion is valuable and she has nothing to fear from us.

>>46251591
>>"Spit it out."

>>46251591
>>"Spit it out."

Also we should "visit" Marigold later. To give her some attention.

>>46251591
>>46251767
This.

>>46251591
>"Let's talk about this later."
Vanessa has been a good girl all meeting. She needs and deserves an extra tight hug.

>>46251591
this>>46251767

>>46251591
>>46251767 this
But focus on mentioning Ray, so Vanessa wont freak out again.
No need to be rude to Cait.

>Also we should "visit" Marigold later. To give her some attention.
We should stay at friendly, but professional term with her. She seems devotet to us now, no need to poke hornet nest.

>>46251927
Well she asked us.....
More than once

>>46252000
Yeah, well, you know thay saying about sticking dick in crazy?
Don't.
She's fine where she is now.

>>46251767
You raise a hand to stop Caitlyn, and tell her there is no need to feel pressured. She does seem to relax, even as Vanessa begins tapping her foot in desperation.

"Sorry, sir. It's just that I was wondering if it might be possible for me to take a trip into the city today. My teacher packed some books for me to study while he's away, and I want to practice my potion and alchemy basics. We don't have any spell components here."

>"You don't need my permission to leave the fortress, Caitlyn."
>"Go ahead. Just be careful."
>"No, I'll send a minion to pick up what you need. Just write up a list."
>Other

>>46252028
>"Go ahead. Just be careful."
>Take a squad with you

>>46252028
>>"No, send a minion to pick up what you need. Just write up a list.

Then hug Vanessa

>>46252028
>"You don't need my permission to leave the fortress, Caitlyn. Just be careful."

>>46252028
>go ahead, take. Minion as a guard

>>46252028
>"Go ahead. Just be careful."
Send a minion or two with her for protection.

>>46252028
Can she take a couple of Hellraisers with her?

>>46252028
>>46252044
not a squad, but maybe two three men with a direct direct line to us. maybe hellraisers instead of normal minions.

>>46252044
>>46252028
this

>>46252088
You tell her she is free to go, but to ask Marigold to assign a few of the Hellraisers to escort her. Caitlyn seems relieved, thanking you before running out to get started. You look over to Vanessa, who is pursing her lips and trying to stop her hands shaking.

>"Vanessa, this is really a bit much."
>"Come on then."
>Deny her a hug
>Other

>>46252028
>>46252044
Take few guys (hellraisers) to carry you stuff or something. Make sure they have direct link to us.

When she leave, hug Vanessa and praise her.

>>46252192
>>Other
Fuck Vanessa

>>46252192
>"Come on then."
Also tell her that she did good today.

She's actually acting like a meth addict who didn't get a fix for a week after a few minutes/hours of not being hugged? What's wrong with our daughter?

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>>46252221
Pic related. Die in hell

>>46252192
>hug her and praise her that she was so professional.

>>46252192
>>"Come on then.
Anything up?

>>46252192
i'll vote this >>46252249
But we REALLY need her to get looked at... it was only a few hours at best?

>>46252272
Agreed, we need to find a way to... Shit, i think we are baited.
We need to keep Vanessa close. We will find a way, but we should not let her out of our sight. I think we should for now show that we really appreciate her behave maturely.

>>46252272
we also need to find a useful application for the slugs-in-a-jar that we have

>>46252236
Vanessa stands, dusts off her lap, walks around the corner of the conference table, and sets herself gently in your lap, where she rests her head on your breastplate and sighs, letting the tension in her muscles wash away. You pat her back and tell her you're proud of her holding back for as long as it took to complete the meeting.

"I don't mind if it makes you happy, Daddy. I'll get used to it with practice." You rub her head and mus her hair, which she fixes carefully before hopping down. The two of you leave the conference room together, and walk back to your office. On the way, Vanessa chats you up a bit more.

"Daddy, I've been meaning to ask you. Why did you invite that girl here? I'm not gonna be jealous anymore, but I think I deserve to know who she is if she's going to be near my favoritest daddy."

You let her know that Caitlyn is Ray's student, and you're looking after her studies for the time being. Vanessa seems happy to know you're only letting her stay as a favor to Ray.

"I see. If that's all, then I guess she's not so bad. Maybe I should take her to hell for a day trip."

>"That's a little dangerous, sweetie. She's still learning."
>"Sounds like a good idea. She probably doesn't have many friends."
>"If she wants to go. Not everyone likes hell, dear."
>Other

>>46252497
>"If she wants to go. Not everyone likes hell, dear. No threatening her either, Ray has been the best friend and Best Uncle to you as well?"

>>46252497
>>46252524
this

>>46252497
>>46252524
this

>>46252497
>>46252524
this.

>>46252497
>>"If she wants to go. Not everyone likes hell, dear.

Oh and talk to Gilbert to procure that stuff there instead of paying extra here!

>>46252497
>>"Sounds like a good idea. She probably doesn't have many friends."
>>"If she wants to go. Not everyone likes hell, dear."

>>46252497
OK, just as i was saying moment before. Shit will hit the fan.
>allow Vanessa to go with Cait, but follow them incognito personally.
>Or maybe send Sophia with them.
Still risky, but maybe worth a shoot.

>>46252272
Maybe because she is a half-succubus?
Or because the poor thing has some flashbacks from how her mom treated her ;-(

>>46252755
i think it's because she's a virgin succubus. hugs and affection are the closest thing to nourishment she has.

>>46252524
"Daddy!" Vanessa slaps you on the arm, likely doing more damage to her small hand than your steel plate.

"I told you I'm not gonna be jealous anymore! I just want to know everybody who comes, to work for us. Because if any of them make my daddy mad, I'll find them, and nail them to the floor, and rip out their eyes, and when they pass out from pain I'll enter their dreams and torture them for a hundred years in the span of a single second!" You can see her horns beginning to emerge from her head again as she curls her fingers into claws, but after a moment she calms down and her head goes back to normal.

"I love you, daddy," says Vanessa, resting her head on your arm.

>"I know, sweetie."
>"You need to quell your temper."
>"So long as we're clear."
>Other

>>46252843
>>"I know, sweetie. I do too"

>>46252843
>" I know Sweetie, Daddy loves you too. "

First we lose duncans step-son and now this. The feel train don't break for nobody.

>>46252843
>>46252914

>>46252843
>>"I know, sweetie."
BUT
>>"You need to quell your temper.

>>46252843
>>46252914
This

>>46252843
>>" I know Sweetie, Daddy loves you too. "

>First we lose duncans step-son and now this. The feel train don't break for nobody.
He's not dead untill we see his body.

funny how this quest turned from "BBEG taking over the world" to "how to raise your teenage daughter"I like it

>>46252843
>"I know, sweetie."

>>46253053
is she a teenager? didn't she had like 21 or something like that? hell, wasn't this her internship?

>>46253285
She is a half succubi, im sure she grow diffrent
Ok, i messed this, fpr my defense, im not native english speaker Also, its after 1AM here

>>46252914
Vanessa accompanies you back to your office and finally lets go of your arm when you open the door and enter. She blows you a kiss and scurries off to get her own work done.

You cross the room, lifting your desk with one hand from the heap you left it in when you threw it across the room. After setting it back in the spot you like, you sit down and start going through stacks of reports and files.

It seems like the scouts from the western kingdom have ceased normal operations, but there are rumors of them raising a great number of new troops recently. They still have shown no sign of direct aggression, but only time will tell. Furthermore, the nation to the far north, home to Shaka's employers, has calmed. Shaka himself has been released, but is no longer working for them for reasons of disloyalty. As of now, he is a freelance Necromancer, and is at the moment heading a large scale project to revive an ancient dragon.

Finally, near the bottom of the stack, there are reports of a young adventurer doing odd jobs far to the south. Slaying minor monsters, freeing captive slaves, etc. The only reason it's worth nothing, is that the description given matches that of Cruz' one time pupil. If it is her, then you cannot underestimate her tenacity.

You sort the reports and begin thinking of you next big move.

>Amass an invasion force to march north
>Amass a force to march west
>Accelerate the automaton project to bolster defenses
>Try to open trade with one of the two bordering nations

>>46253388
>Accelerate the automaton project to bolster defenses
Keep tabs on Shaka, too; check to see when he's done with his zombie dragon project in case he'd be willing to enter under our employ.
Also, send that pupil of Cruz a gift basket or something.

>>46253388
>Try and recruit Shaka and convince him to raise an army of the damned
>Accelerate the automaton project to bolster defenses

>>46253388
>Accelerate the automaton project to bolster defenses
>Call up Shaka.
A good Defense is the best offense. - Wise words of Dorn.

>>46253388
>>Try to open trade with one of the two bordering nations

Lets carefully trade their goods required for war to us....

Also contact Shaka. Ask if he is up for drinks, and why did not ask us for work

>>46253388
>Try to open trade with one of the two bordering nations
>Sow distrust between them while presenting your own empire as the reliable mediator
>Accelerate the automaton project to bolster defenses
>Contact Shaka and offer him a position as chief necromancer (don't tell him it's because he's the only necromancer we have)
>Amass your best warriors in a small party to fight Cruz' pupil before she becomes too big to handle

>>46253473
Argh we also need to take care of that Paladin knight guy, that is currently resting peacefully. The one Kyle travelled with. Give him as snack to Vanessa.

>>46253388
>>Accelerate the automaton project to bolster defenses
>Send message to Shaka, ask him whats up, maybe he want to hang out for cold one.
We could offer him a hand, reviving dragons sounds groovy as fuck.

>>46253388
>>Accelerate the automaton project to bolster defenses
>>Try to open trade with one of the two bordering nations

we need to be stronger.

>>46253519
>Argh we also need to take care of that Paladin knight guy, that is currently resting peacefully.
I thought we captured him? If not, do it now!

Also, we could start looking for promising inventors and shit like this. We are very open-minded and moraly-relative. Im sure some crazy bastards would love to work for us. We could be like some patron for mad scientists who could not find place for themselves in other countries

>>46253519
his fate is the same as Kyle's; we know shit until we find who were the bodies that were left on the fire.
>>46253620
Maybe instead of trading with other nations we can send an ad trough the internet (or craiglist) to find them?

>>46253464
You make a note, telling Gilbert to devote as much time as he can spare to the automaton project. That done, you pull over your trusty evil Rolodex and find Shaka's card in the mix, before sending a message to him in regards to working for you. You propose meeting for drinks to discuss things.

You continue to put your nose to the grindstone for the remainder of the day, all the way up until after dinner, when Vanessa brings you a plate of food and a kiss on the cheek.

As you sit at your desk, straightening pages and sort them for pick up come morning, Duncan enters the office. His face is haggard, as if he hasn't slept. You ask how the investigation of the fire went.

"Little in terms of solid results. The bodies still can't be identified, except for some basic traits. The adventurer we captured seems to believe they really are from his companions, but we believe he is too emotionally compromised to be a reliable judge. I've accompanied the team combing the burned forest for signs of survivors, but so far no luck, and we've covered the are nearly twice."

You listen to Duncan, but can't ignore the way he seems to be wobbling on his feet.

>"Don't overexert yourself, Duncan. I need you here, too."
>"Take a day and get some rest. You look terrible."
>"I'll let you get back to it, then."
>Other

>>46253725
>>46253620

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/46138632/#p46145725
We did not get any response from OP regarding Alexander. (BBEG must know the name, as he read the Kyle-File very carefully)

>>46253797
>>"Take a day and get some rest. You look terrible."

>>46253797
You take this personally, I understand very well. However you cannot help Kyle, if you and your men drop dead on their feet, which is why I ask you to take some rest and let your men rest as well. I am sorry, I cannot do more at the moment.

>>46253797
>"Take a day and get some rest. You look terrible. He'll survive another day if his survived this long, His a fighter."

>>46253797
>>"Take a day and get some rest. You look terrible."

>>46253797
>>46253899 could be this
We have no other way to find him? Like we could ask Gil or Cait. Maybe she could use some of this mathemagic of hers.
Actually, we do not know to much about our subordinates. We should do something about it.

>>46253853
You tell Duncan that he will do little good if he is exhausted, and order him to take a day to rest and recompose himself. He is reluctant, but you order him to do so, and he cannot argue. He leaves you in peace, with a few hours before bed to kill. You decide to spend time with one of your staff.

>Caitlyn
>Gilbert
>Shen
>Legion
>Sophia
>Marigold
>Vanessa

>>46254063
>Sophia
Haven't heard from her yet today?

>>46254063
Sophia and Marigold
lets hope to end the bad blood that is between them.

>>46254075
Everyone doesn't have an exciting plot point every day

>>46254108
I was out getting food, I meant like she wasn't at the meeting so we might as well try to get everybody once a day.

>>46254063
>Legion
"So... how are you? And you? And you? And you? And- [repeat once for each individual soul]"

>>46254063
>Legion

>>46254063
>>46254094 this

>>46254063
>Sophia

>>46254146
You find Legion in the training yard, now empty for the night. Being a creature that requires no sleep, food, or water, he must find ways to occupy himself, and the most common one seems to be staring blankly into space while remaining completely still and silent. Upon approaching him, you see him turn his head, then the rest of his body to face you.

"Good evening, my dark lord. How may I serve you."

>"Just checking in to see if everything is alright."
>"How goes your training?"
>"I have something to ask of you, Legion."
>Other

>>46254377
>"How goes your training?"

>>46254377
>>"How goes your training?"

>>46254377
>"Just checking in to see if everything is alright."

>>46254063
>>Vanessa

>>46254377
>"How goes your training?"

>>46254377
>"How goes your training?"
>Other
Can we ask him about that soulblast thingy of his and if there is any way we can help him train that ability?

>>46254571
You ask Legion how training has been lately.

"Fruitless. I fear I am limited by my nature. My body is at peak condition, and the more souls I consume the more powerful I feel. However, as a result, there is little to do to maintain my condition, and even less to learn simply through repetition."

You ask about his soulblast ability.

"A technique I honed using Shen's methodology. Unfortunately, it consumes a large amount of the souls that make me. Using is too often would almost certainly mean expending my own strength. As of now, the only thing I might do to improve myself is to find a plentiful source of free-flowing souls to incorporate into my being."

>"Then that's what we shall do."
>"I'll keep it in mind. For now, we'll just have to make do with the condemned and the slain."
>"I'm sorry, but we cannot prioritize such a high cost endeavor."
>Other

>>46254865
>"I'll keep it in mind. For now, we'll just have to make do with the condemned and the slain. Next war should give you the souls you need."

>>46254865
>>"I'll keep it in mind. For now, we'll just have to make do with the condemned and the slain."

>>46254865
>>"I'll keep it in mind. For now, we'll just have to make do with the condemned and the slain."

>>46254954
You tell Legion you'll look into it, but for now he'll have to simply be conservative with his fuel source. He understands, and you leave him to his loneliness.

Before turning in for bed, you have milk and cookies with Vanessa and kiss her goodnight. When you slide into your bed, Sophia snoring lightly across the room in her cot, you lay awake staring at the dark as you ponder the calm before the next storm.

Really sorry, but I'm gonna have to cut it here tonight. I'm dead tired, and can't think straight, and it's not fair to you all for me to write in this state.

I'll be back fresh tomorrow, and we'll get this ball rolling again!

Thanks to everyone who came by, please come back next time for more fun times and daughter love!

Okay this might be stupid but what about building an arena. We could have gladiators and fights and stuff, we could make Legion our champion which would provide him with a lot of souls and it would entertain the people.

>>46255068
Thanks for the run anyways.

>>46255040
Lol I forgot she sleeps in a cot in our room. Well atleast she found her place. Thanks for the run OP! see you tomorrow.