>>150450
Okay so let me explain a few things with the last thread I tried to do last night. After a post everyone basically fucked off. Hopefully I will be able to stir up a little more of a creative crowd.
I cannot delete the last thread because it is 'too old'

>>150450
>>What is this man's name?
Makesh O'erchand

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>>150480
Makesh reminds me of an Indian dude.

Here I'll post a map of where we are I'm more along the lines of an English/Spanish/Italian/Roman name. Nothing that exactly one of those.

The map is a crude interpretation of the region. Roughly the same size of England and the surrounding area. Also this map is not representative of exactly where the guy is because he is in Tophet, 'hell'.

The map is where he is from. The top part of the island is his home town/city.

Here i'll give a list of possible names

> Tristan
> Josef
> Dante [a little bit more direct]
> (this is why i'm asking you guys to help...)

>>150569
Reinhold

>>150612
Ehehehe, seconding.

>>150628
Reinhold? sounds pretty good.
>>150628
Wait.. does it mean something I'm not getting?

>>150569
Renley WillHammer

Alright
>>150612
>>150628
locked in a few minutes.

>>150691
>>150480
Probably use these names later.

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Dust and ash whip around as a lone man travels across flats. The blood soaked ground cracks beneath each step. Ruins scattered across the land and unknown horrors fly above the black sky. The faint red glow is the only indicator of his own existence he knows. He has been wandering for weeks, scavenging and hunting for what little food and even less water there is to find. He knows there are things that fly because of the ever so often crack that rips through the ghoulish sky and flickers it's harsh red lightning casting shadows that almost paint the sky a battlefield.

Those who note of these lands know nothing of it's true horrors. The damnable weather and the ebbing away of sanity that comes with the landscape before them. The man speaks softly to himself 'He killed her right before my eyes..' as if to remind himself of some past grievous event. The man was not supposed to be here. He knew this. All who saw him knew this. It was because he was not dead, and he is alive in the planes of the dead. The great river that separates the dead and living he had crossed not knowing the true fate he would wind up in.

He gets closer to a set of ruins, some ancient thing made. The stone was dark and burnt but there was an elegance of it that some how felt attractive. It was a onyx building of some unknown origin and it was larger than any structure he has seen before. Sounds of rocks and bubbling heat arise from all around him as he enters the decrepit palace. He takes a single step only to hear some far off laughter. An animalistic laugh that sends a primordial fear through out his body. A fear he had not known before, no.. he had.. it was a familiar chill of the bone. The laughter and a crackling of flames seems to come from far deep within the void that is the shadow cast by the structure. He saunters forward as if moved by fear itself to overcome such a arcane feeling. Enchanted he walks toward the shrill sounds. As he nears he can begin to make out a faint orange glow of some fire.

He turns a corner to face the glow of fire. A singular creature hunches over the flame. The twisted tendrils of the beast seem hauntingly disgusting. It seems wounded. It's bleeding.. some glowing green fluid. Hesitant he turns back behind the corner and watches from afar.

What do you do?

>>150982
Woops, forgot options
> approach the creature
> try to fight it
> run away
> other

>>150996
>run away

>>151026
I'm going to eat dinner real quick and then I'll come back and see what was decided.

Approach the creature (maybe our new character can be an unbreakable badass?)

>>151026
>>151120
1 for run away
1 for approaching

>>151248
Fuck it, WE CHARGE

>>151282
>>151120
two for Approach. Alright.

The man breaths a deep breath to calm his mind. He grasps the crumbling stone wall and turns the corner. The abomination still flails about it's bleeding as a fire illuminates it's horrific visage. Stepping quietly but rugged he moves ever closer to the creature, accidentally kicking away small rocks across the stone surface. The thing hears the faint tumbling of the rocks and turns around to view such a disturbance. It sees him. What ever it is. It locks its eyes with the mans and shambles ever so closer. Fear reaches the man's throat and he begins to crack but manages to croak a faint greeting. The creature before him stops as if confused and tilts its head slightly. 'It speak?' the thing cackles, 'it speak, it live?'

'I don't know about living.' The man interjected. The thing moved closer, 'If dead, food.' it spoke in a hollowed voice. The man backs up slightly discouraged from continuing any conversation to be had. So he begins to back away into the hallway.

'if leave, dead. If dead, food,' It continued. 'If food..' I shambles forward in a awkward motion and leans forward, all the while the man moves farther and farther back into the dark hallway. The creature then begins to motion for an attack.

Roll d100 for options.
Trying something new.

What do you do?
>A) Run
>B) Fight
>C) Other

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>151424
A) Run

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>151424
>c) back peddle and talk
"I'm not alive or dead, but I know I am certainly not food, you need to fuck off"

>>151444

After the creature moved one of its tendrils the man, out of pure fear, turned hastily and began to run through the dark halls. His flee was on unsure steps and stumbled in his flight. The thing caught him by an arm and in one fast motion broke his right arm from the elbow down away from the rest. A mist of blood sprayed his face as he struggled to free himself from the gaze of such a horror and scrambled back to his feet, pain and fear pushing him to feats past human capabilities to escape the dark palace.

His right arm dangles pitifully as blood drips off of it's shredded connection to the previous neighbor. The blood drips only to dry on the scorching ground below. Another red in this hellish world. The sky casts his frustration above like a painting with it's deep bolts of rage.

Clenching his teeth he rips a part of his torn and ragged shirt for a makeshift bandage. Touching it makes him squirm in an intense burst of pain as his adrenaline begins to wear off. The creature seemed to stay within it's onyx fortress. His hesitant steps are met with pain from his arm as he continues his trek on the desolate red plane. Far ahead he can see a small hedge of stones standing in a circle, somewhat like statues. To his right he can make out something faintly glowing green, a color he hasn't seen in ages. To his left he can see more ruins.

What do you do?
>A) Forward
>B) Left
>C) Right
>D) Other

>>151516
Shit, sorry probably the better option but I was typing and then posted before I saw it.

>>151592
C) Right
Always go right, fellow manchildren

>>151797
I'm waiting for more players for a second if no one else voices whilst I wait then I'll just go with what you posted.

>>151592
>>A) Forward

>>151935
>>151797
1 vote for C
1 vote for A

>>151592
>A) Forward
I want to see those statues

>>151592
>A) Forward

>>151592
>C) Right
We've seen a ton of ruins already. Green seems interresting.

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>>151953
>>151935
>>152007
Alright. Stay true forward.

The man watches the ghastly horizon as he squints to see the hedge of stones. Stumbling ever so closer, like a lifeless husk, he slowly goes forward focusing on the occultic figures. As he gains distance from the dark fortress behind him and the stones before him he can see more details in the stones. The stones, no statues, are larger than he had expected and they stand far more meters taller than he. The great pillars are of some old religion of some description or at least that is all he can discern from the details he can manage. His ragged march forward to the statues is as if it was unending. The statues only grow in size and seem to stay in the same spot but there is no telling what it truly is.

The dust and ash rush past him and he covers his eyes only to open them again to find he is a great distance closer to the statues. It was as if he was pushed there or if something wanted him there. It, like most of this abysmal landscape, was empty save for the seven statues which tower before him in a circle. He stands in the center and looks up at the giants made of stone and covered in silt and ash.

Each statue depicts some horrid face with some as much as twelve eyes and others with none. Tendrils, wings and other sorts of things sprout from each statue like a circus act of freaks. The great black stones seem to be the sentinel of some lost tradition. There is no telling in it's present condition. The man moves closer to one statue reaching out hesitantly with his left arm. He can feel the heat in his palm. It's as if it was a fire. From this angle he can see some curious inscriptions that tell of some story he cannot read. There is nothing here, he tells himself, again, nothing. The sky is still black, time is not the same as on Terra. There is no sol, there is no luna, the sky is as desolate as the ground. He is now facing the glowing, something he cannot see.

There is a shuffle of cloth behind him.. or was it above..

What do you do?
>A) Run forward
>B) Turn around
>C) Stay Put
>D) Other

>>152167
>>C) Stay Put

>>152167
>B) Turn around
And if theres no iminent danger, I feel like my hand needs more than a bandage since its shattered.

>>152167
>D)
Let's not lose another arm.

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>>152251 Kek, One can only hope.
>>152218
>>152232
General consensus is to stay.

The man freezes in his tracks upon the unwelcome sound. The sound was sudden and was from somewhere, somewhere behind him. The light crunch of the broken ground can be heard moving towards him, but he does not move in fear this too will be an unsavory experience as the last. The sound stops mere feet away from him, but another begins.. words? none that he knows if they are.. it seemed the thing is trying to talk and after a silence it then spoke in common, 'Human, why are you here? What purpose does this voyage bring you?' it commanded. Frozen he stays silent and still, to mimic the statues above.

'Ah, you can stay mute if you wish. I will no longer answer questions if you are unwilling to answer mine.' It moves past the man and it looked as if a tall human was cloaked by a thick black robe. With it's long spindly finger points in the direction of the green glow. You cannot see it's face under the abyss that is its robes but it seemed to be well natured as it didn't try to kill him, or eat him. The figure then walks out to the glow and in a gust of dust and silt he was nowhere to be seen. The man looks around as in astonishment and witnesses the statues that towered him are again far away. A distance that was not passable before and is now not passable. This uneasy sense of direction is an unwelcome feeling amidst his agony that he feels.

What do you do?
>A) Go to the green glow
>B) Ruins
>C) Statues
>D) Other

>>152417
>A) Go to the green glow

>>152491
Alright If no one else would like to comment.

The man moves across under the dark black abyss above he moves toward the soft glow of the inciting green. The ominous direction the figure gave and its mysterious disappearance makes him wonder of what it could be in the soft glow. Each step closer to the green feels like agony with his right forearm missing. His constant reminder. The trek to the green glow is none easier with this aliment.

Closer he is the darker the sky becomes, red lightning skip across the sky and lights more worms that slither in the sky. The sudden sound of robes announces the arrival of the robes figure as before. He begins to walk alongside the man and at the edge of the glow he can finally see what was creating it. It was a vast land dotted with deep pockets of glowing green pools. The air is thick with fumes of something old, something ancient, something evil. The green is all that can be seen as he ventures deeper into the fog. The figure is ahead of him and stops in front of a vast pool. The air is the thickest here with a stench of whatever is the thing.

The robed figure points to the water and slithered 'Drink.' The thing does not speak again. His heart sinks, something he doesn't understand.

What do you do?
>A) Drink the fluid
>B) Refuse
>C) Other

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>>152674
Captcha ate my picture

>>152674
>drink

>>152946
Alright

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>>152946

The man accepts the thing's offer to drink the green liquid. He kneels down and with his usable arm he cups his hand and dips it into the green. A sudden rush of coolness fills his body and then he puts the cupped hand to his mouth. With a few more sips from the substance he stands up and looks questionably at the tall robed thing. The creature, like dust, dissipates into the air.

After a few seconds of the cold drink he begins to feel an extreme pain. Something he has never felt before. His right arm begins to crack and tendrils spew out of his once nub. The immense pain causes him to fall to his knees holding his arm. The tendrils writhe and flail in an increasing amount of pain like his bones themselves are being reformed and cracking under his own weight. He looks down to see his body to be lower to the ground, falling and crumbling like a statue. His heart drops in some dread of a realization of a looming doom that covers him. He reaches out to the pool and in a quick motion falls into it. Dissapearing within it's green maw. His body slowly moving into it like a mud that is dragging him inward.

His mind melts away as if he cannot think. He becomes nothing. He is nothing.

His last wish is a prayer to his gods above as in some last ditch effort. His last conscious thoughts leaving him as he reaches out with his right arm, tendrils flailing about. His screams unanswered and begin to silence as he slowly descends into the pits of Tophet. His mind leaving him.


Time..

Time is lost to him, all remembrance of time is gone.. all he knows is this pain. All there is above is the abyss that awaits him.

Like a crack of thunder a light shines above him, so bright it envelopes him. Basking in the light descends something.. winged.. feathers..

Time...

Lost..

He loses his all thought..

He becomes nothing.

Last post for tonight and I will leave you with a cliffhanger which I will pick up tomorrow.

Thank you all for playing my quest tonight. I had fun QMing. See you tomorrow as I will probably be posting all day.

We will see what becomes of this man. May or may not use your names.

>>153064
I'm calling that the human is Roc and Kov is giving us his original story

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>>154013 The devil is in the details.
>>153061


Light, golden light, shines brighter than anything he has seen before.

Who is he? .. A lone wanderer. Ah, yes.. Dust and ash whip around a lone man that travels across plats. The blood soaked ground cracks beneath each step. Ruins are.. scattered across the land and unknown.. unknown horrors fly above only to be painted by a bright flash of lightning. He has been wandering for weeks, scavenging and hunting for what little food and even less water there is to find.

Those who note of these lands know nothing of its true horrors. The ebbing away of sanity that comes with the landscape before them. The man speaks softly to himself 'He was my uncle.. and he killed her..' as to remind himself of some past grievous event. The man was not supposed to be here. He knew this. His young face struggled with his thoughts and why he decided to cross the great river that separates the dead and living, even his worst imaginings could not of foretold this.

He gets closer to a set of ruins a black structure of some description. The stone was blacked with fire from past wars but the beauty of it stayed intact, it's fine details lost forever yet it's great curves within the stone appear to be enhanced. It was large and he has.. never seen.. something so much like it. He rubs his eyes and temples, as if something was bothering him greatly. Bubbling heat arose from the dark and decrepit place before him, he takes a single step into the the structure before hearing a ghastly sound of laughter. A chill rose from all of his body which brought him a deep fear. A fear he had not known before, no.. he had.. it was a familiar chill of the bone. The laughter and crackling of flames comes from far into the innards of the shadowy stone beast before him. He reluctantly walks forward as if controlled by fear itself to overcome such an archaic feeling. Enchanted he walks toward the shrill sounds. As he nears the producer of the sound he can begin to make out a faint orange glow and deep crackling of a large fire.

He turns the corner to find only a horrid image of an abomination hunched over a flame. The twisted tendrils of the beast seem hauntingly disgusting. It was bleeding.. some.. green.. glowing fluid. Hesitant he turns back behind the corner and watches from afar.

What do you do?
> approach the creature
> try to fight it
> run away
> other

Anyone going to comment? Also I'm back.

I need to remember to keep adding my twitter to the main post.

https://twitter.com/Kov_QM

>>154220
Grab the piece of crumbling stone wall and crush it's head..stealthfully

>>154687
Can you roll for that, try d100

Rolled 57 (1d100)

Alright well I'll roll for you and I might add that My rolls are not that great.

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The man looks around in the darkness grasping for some kind of weapon and his hands lay onto a sizable stone that is larger than his head. Lifting the stone he carries it to the other side of the corner to see if the thing didn't move. planning to bash this abomination with it he crept across the stone surface toward the creature and the closer he gets the more he sees the thing in all of its glory. Tendrils and many mouths the thing has creates a still image that will be stained within the confines of the mans mind for many years to come.

Tripping across rocks he tries quite desperately to mask his presence and his rising fear. The thing is far larger than he. His movements do not betray his tired composure as he almost crawls across the stone floor. He gets closer and closer to the creature and confused where it's head is he decides it best to just start to bash it in the back. Green fluid sprays from one of it's many worms and it screams in agony and turns to face it's assailant. Its many faces squirm in anguish as to focus on the mans face. It's horrid visage and stench fumes around the man. He backs up to move away from one of it's strikes.

'Live, this one does. Not long food always comes!' The creature boasts, 'Food food food food food food food food food...' It's endless repetition of the one word chant ingrains in the man's ears as the creature moves closer. The man takes his rock and bats away the creatures tendrils in an attempt to fend off from the attack. Many of his wild swings miss and in a last resort he flings the stone to hit the creature in its center.

The creature reels back in pain as the man hit one of its many eyes.

What do you do?
>A) Attack it even more
>B) Flee
>C) Run around it
>D) other

it sucks that lately the good threads like this one are dying and I havent been in this one so much, but I'm here now daddy

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>154953
locate it's face and flying dragon kick that mofo

>>154958
lol yeah its fine man.

>>154977

Mustering most of his strength the man pulls up his arms to bat away the tendrils and charges the squirming mass in an attempt to harm it. Taking on of his legs he kicks the side of the creature and in return he hears a satisfying squish under the weight of his leg. The creature moves it's mass away from the man and then in one swift motion flings him near the fire.

The man hits a pillar quite hard and the creature begins to move toward the man as he begins to try to push himself up from the massive blow. The man struggles to regain his footing as he gets up. The creature is pretty far from him an in the hall way flailing it's tendrils in anger. 'You hurts me! You hurtses me now me hurtses you! Food is live now but food will be food soon,' the thing squeals as it moves closer. The man is back on his feet and finds a piece of a board to defend himself from the abomination. His back begins to hurt as the creature did toss him quite a ways away.

The creature is now close and begins it's assault onto the man in an attempt to hit him. It's major movements are slow but it's tendrils are swift when swinging for an attack. Holding up the rickety plank of wood to defend himself from the attacks he picks up small stones and throws them at the creature.

What do you do?
>A) Attack
>B) Run around the creature
>C) Other

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>155083
don't wanna be that guy that hogs all the choices but I'm gonna roll to use the karate chop mister miagi taught us to fugg em up

>>155115
>hogs all the choices
No one else is posting and might as well continue the story instead of just sitting here. So I'm fine with it.

The man swats away the tentacles and swings his arm down with a close fist at the main mass. He hears a very satisfying squish as his fist met the flesh of the creature. Mustering his might he uses the plank of wood to slam it against the creature and it reels it's body back from the man. He ducks under a swing that was coming straight to his head. He takes his closed fist and punches the creature again and it reels back. It's getting closer to the roaring flame and the man continues his push. The creature curves its body away from the open flame to not burn itself.

The man saw this and kept blocking and dodging it's attacks. The creature's squeals and squirms its way from the man and tries to sweep the man from under his feet. The man manages jumps over the tendril but also hurts his back because it still hasn't stopped hurting from the previous blow. The creature noticed the change in the mans face and decided that was the best time to hit him so it did and the tendril slammed into the mans stomach. The man loses his breath in on swift motion and reels back in pain grasping his stomach.

The creature seemed to be hurt but so is he. If he doesn't end this fight he probably won't make it out in one piece.

What do you do?
>A) Attack some more
>B) Move around the creature
>C) run around and flee
>D) Other

>>155219
Woops forgot my name.

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>155219
use a final push to shove him in the fire

>>155252
Nice rolls man.

The man swats away many of the attacks the desperate creature swings and takes his board and slams the creature in one of his mouths. The thing reels back in pain before it notices the fire roaring behind. The man takes this time to move back a small bit before charging forward. The man jumps with his charge and slams both his feet first into the creature's center mass pushing it back into the fire. The creature begins to become unstable and falls back into the fire. It sizzles and pops as the fire consumes it, the burning flesh and a sirens scream fills the air as it burns alive. The screams of a thousand lives sound off as it dies within a blaze of hatred. It's tendrils whip out in a flurry of desperate attacks.

All attacks miss the man and he watches on as the flame consumes the creature that fell into it's maw. After a few more screams the creature dies and all can be heard now is the sizzle of flesh and the crackling of wood. The man moves forward to the fire to make sure it is truly dead and pokes it with the piece of wood he found. The creature was dead and the man looks around into this dark onyx building that seemed ti be a never ending void.

The walls are too licked by tormented flames. The entire building seemed to have burned endlessly in some great conflict. Maybe he could find some food or water deep within it's innards or possibly remnants of this conflict.

What do you do?
>A) Search the ruin [roll]
>B) Leave
>C) other

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>155355
Search of course, and carve a knotch into our piece of board

>>155384 kek I cant wait till we have like 40 notches on our board

>>155384

The man looks around the dark place and picks up one of the burning pieces of wood as a torch to light the way. The soft red glow shows a passage from here to another place so he decides to delve deep into the abyss. Looking behind him he takes a small stone and marks the piece of wood as a reminder though with such an event he doubts the need for this. The man walks through the passage way and with each step begins to hear a crunch underneath his boot. He looks down and to his horror there are bones strewn across the floor. He tries to not step on them in order to not alert any other to his presence although if they were not alerted to the screams of anguish the creature let out whilst burning then they cannot hear.

The man works his way through the hallway and into a large room that he cannot see an end to. The dark room has piles of skulls and bones heaped up like something tried to clean a mess. The stench of death is insurmountable and sways in the air like fresh paint. The filth seemed to piled up like bones and the grime on the walls is horribly disgusting. Holding back his instinct to gag he moves into the room in search of something usable.

His hands scour the rotten floor and crawling things scuttle across his fingers. Many legged things hide inside the filth and with much effort he found very little. Just as he was bout to leave this room he turned to find a small hatchet. His eyes widen in joy to find something so simple. The luxury of security is in such a small amount within the confines of a ghastly realm such as this. The rusted blade still barely holds an edge and the handle was made of metal not wood for the wood would of rotten away in such filth.

Leaving this place he turned to a sudden sound of rattling. The sound of bones.

What do you do?
>A) Stay put
>B) Run
>C) Turn around
>D) Other

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>>155538
Forgot the damn picture

Oh yeah. Roll d100 for all of those options

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>155538
C.

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>155538
stay put, but be ready to babe ruth the shit out of anyone or anything that tries to do you harm

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>>155836 Sorry had to get dinner

A cold wind breezes through and fills the man with dread. He slowly turns to face the noise only to be met with another pair of eyes. The blue eyes of an undead. Chains rattle as a large pair of flails dangle in each of the skeleton's hands. It's cold and restless eyes meet the gaze of the man's. It slowly approaches the man and filled with fear he fumbles around his body to find the hatchet he just picked up. The skeleton whipped around the flails in a clumsy but skillful manner.

The man took up his hatchet and was able to fend off the first flurry of blows. The skeleton jumped back and moved somewhat gracefully away from the human in an attempt to make the man miss. With hatchet in hand the man was able to cut one of the skeleton's arms off. The Man is a little out of breath with the previous fight so he stumbles and misses his footing and is hit in the back with the other flail.

The Skeleton seems undaunted with the loss of it's arm and continues to fight. How can you kill something that is already dead? The man asks himself.

What do you do?
>A) Flee
>B) Continue fighting
>C) Other

>>155836
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lcOxhH8N3Bo

>>155905
oh yeah, also you need to roll d100 for these options too.

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>155905
>throw hatchet hard at center mass
>don plank
>plank him

>>156005 Nice.

The skeleton misses his next hit and the man decides to take this time to move back a little. The skeleton stands there for a split second and the man uses this time to toss his hatchet at the skeleton. Dropping his torch the man throws the hatchet at the center of the skeleton and misses only to hit a leg. The skeleton falls down and the leg seems to be in bad shape after the hatchet carved through it. The hatchet is embedded within the leg of the skeleton.

The man takes out his plank and begins to charge the skeleton and in an attempt to fend off the man the skeleton swings his flail. The flail was dodged by the man and then he swings his plank hitting the skeleton square in the jaw. With the hit the skull pops off from the torso and rolls away into the darkness. The bones of the skeleton scream and with a wail the blue light fades from inside.

The man watches the bones crumble and fall into a pile at his feet. Picking up the hatchet he places it near his hip. Where the hell did that thing come from? The man asks himself. The cold air hovers over the corpse like a winter's breath of frozen air. If there are more I don't think I can handle more than one at a time, the man thinks to himself as he picks up the torch. He gives the room another once over.

What do you do?
>A) Search the building more
>B) Leave
>C) Other

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>156059
>B) Leave

2spooky4me

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>156059
search it like a jew looking for a penny

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>156059
>leave, add second knotch

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>>156202
>>156268

Adding a mark on the plank like he did when he slayed the last beast he moves his torch around in the darkness to see if anything is there. Only silence answers him.

The cold winds pick up and more sounds of distant rattling of chains and creaks of bones send shivers down the man's spine. He looks quickly with his torch around the first duel and he begins to see silhouettes of skeletons and multiple eyes light up in a familiar blue. The man backs up, gripped by fear, into the hallway whence he came. His quick jaunt leaves the skeletons alone in the abyss that is the palace of onyx. His steps command snaps and crunches as each step he takes bones wither away beneath them.

His torch slowly lights up the other room he was last in. The abomination's husk, now crisp, burns in the flame. Creatures from deep within the innards of the great dark shroud of shadows behind him move and creep along to follow the man's steps. The sounds are not so distant.

He leaves his torch at the pyre and quickly leaves the rest of the ruined landmark. The scorching weather blasts the dust and ash across the surface of the ground scraping and running it's thin fingers across the world. The man shields his eyes and looks across the flat desolate land before him. Squinting he can make out some kind of hedge.. a .. a hedge of stones.. no they were statues.. he knew this.. to his right was something oddly familiar with a green glow, and to his left are ruins of some description. The draw, the enchanted gaze he gives, of the great black stones. They stare back at him.

What do you do?
>A) Forward
>B) Right
>C) Left
>D) Other

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>156297
>A) Forward

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>156297
I think to the right is another tentacle monster but I'll take my chances

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>>156316

The man stares forward into the ghastly horizon to see the hedge of stones. His rugged trek forward moves him ever so closer to his focus of the occultic figures before him. As he gains distance on the dark ruins behind, he gains distance toward the statues before. Details and other crevices are not seen with a simple glance but focusing his eyes he can make out simple and large details about the hedge. His unsure feet pushes him forward toward these ancient stones of a faith of some description. His confidence flees him as he sees the statues to be taller and only grow in size and not closer toward him.

Dust and ash rush by his face in a tormented flurry so the man holds up his hands to his face to protect him but just as suddenly it started it ceases in it's assault and the man removes the hands only to gaze upon the statues closer. He stands in the center of the seven statues. Their figures are twisted and disgustingly horrid. Each face unique and as different to the other as a horse to a hog. The great circus of freaks he stands in the center. The black stones stare down on him and stand vanguard to some unknown reason. Their sentinel stance they take.

Closer he stands the more heat he feels. They are almost made of living fire and brimstone as the twisted figures stay silent. Their tendrils, wings, horns, and breasts sprout from each statue in an almost random assortment. One looks like a normal, no absolutely outstandingly beautiful, woman whilst another looks as if an elephant and a pig was fused together with a human. The contrast in figures and bizarre stones they are made of spins in the man's head but non of them frighten him but they seem to be more familiar than anything.

The man becomes discouraged and wonders why he came here. Or how he got here. He glances around for a moment before saying 'There is nothing here.' He turns and is just about to leave before he hears something very odd.

Sounds of cloth rippling through the air. It sounded like behind him.. or was it above?

What do you do?
>A) Run forward
>B) Turn around
>C) Stay Put
>D) Other
no need to roll.

>>156419
ehhhhhhh call out and ask if it's the man from before

>>156445

Alright i'm going to start writing now, sorry was doing something real quick like.

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>>156445

The sound was sudden and was from somewhere, somewhere behind him. The light crunch of the broken ground can be heard moving towards him. The man turns around to face what was making the sound. The cold chill rose from the man with an almost familiarity. 'Who are you?' the man asks. 'Who are you human? Why are you here? And why again?' The creature asks.

'Again?' The man replies but the creature before him only shakes his head in disapproval. 'Again.' It's hollow voice repeats. 'You came here before, and before that and before even that. All under different circumstances... Do you remember why you are here?'

'I can only remember.. I.. I can.. what?' The man stumbles with his words, 'What do you mean, I left that ghastly place. That hell and traded it for this one. Who are you?'

'You traded what place?' The creature asks. 'A pit. A dungeon. A hell. My... my love..' The man begins to lose his voice. 'Love? You left love for Tophet?' The thing inquires.

"I did not leave love, it was taken away from me so I saw the chance to escape and I did.' The man said. 'Young. Young man, you know nothing of what happened do you? A soul was taken, traded, for a demon. You sit at the feet of the most powerful demons in existence the seven fallen creations. What do you truly desire?' The creature asks.

'Life.' The man replies.

'Then struggle.' The thing returns. 'You've lived an odd existence here in Tophet and you must return to Terra as you are not dead yet.' The thing reaches out it's long hands, 'I'll only open the portal, you merely need only to step through it's gate. Pass through and return... unless you want to stay here for some time more, I'll wait for this. Champion.'

What do you do?
>A) Accept
>B) Decline
>C) Other

>>156537
>A) Accept

>>156568

The man takes the creatures hand. 'Terra it is then.' The thing says before sprouting black feathery wings and in one swift motion opens a portal to Terra and throws the human through. 'You will not be in the same place you left.'

The bright myriad of colors flash before the man's eyes and the extreme speed he was moving made him unbearably nauseous. The great bright lights blinding him as he rushes by time and an intense amount of unexplainable things. The sol can be seen through to the other side. Life is there. the thinks. In an instant he appears on grass. In the distance he can hear birds chirping and the rustle of leaves.

The cool breeze of wind softly moving past. The gentle sol kissing the skin. Home. His vision fades to black as he passes out of exhaustion.

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The man's eyes adjust to the bright sun as he opens them slowly. Sol is leaving for Luna in it's celestial dance. The man pushes himself up and the sound of rushing water is near. He looks around him and finds he is in some forest somewhere but where he does not know. He gets onto his feet slowly and with this he can know there is a stream or something near him, maybe to his right. He is surrounded in a forest and the sun is going down. He glances about and sees that he is in a clearing of a forest, a large rock outcropping hangs in the center and there are flowers strewn about. It's green, it's all green. He thinks to himself, It has been so long.

What do you do?
>A) Follow the noise of the water
>B) Explore the forest
>C) Other

Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>156537
>c) lie, accept the offer than bash his head in with the plank

Waiting for action

Well I guess that would be it for today guys.

If anyone will be on tomorrow I will be so just, ya know watch out for that.

I'm not going to be on tomorrow. Sorry I wasn't on today. I'll post a 4th thread whenever I get back. I will also be missing for most of June. But I doubt this quest or even /qst/ will survive until July.

But if it does then I'll be back.

See you guys soon. This thread will probably have a link to the new one when I make it but I'll also post it on my Twitter. It's been a fun session I guess. See you next time.

url = https://twitter.com/Kov_QM

>>157345
Dude wtf, I read all the 3 posts in one day, you are so good, plx keep the good work, I wanna know what happen, plx