>>153152
>Syuzari Eibon, the Gentle Terror? Poet, jeweler, sophisticate and dreamer, it is your duty to safeguard the power of the Aether: the Ending of All Existences, the nullifying force of dissolution, the Abyss Manifested!

>>153152
>Xing Die Argenta, the Tomboy Princess? Martial artist, wearer of suits, defender of the weak, and wielder of the power of Nexus: teleportation, telekinesis, and sight beyond sight; here and there is the same as anywhere and everywhere!

>>153152
>Syuzari Eibon, the Gentle Terror? Poet, jeweler, sophisticate and dreamer, it is your duty to safeguard the power of the Aether: the Ending of All Existences, the nullifying force of dissolution, the Abyss Manifested!

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Calling in 5 more minutes!

Is this the same guy that did that yuri quest who just up and quit?

>>153152
>Xing Die Argenta, the Tomboy Princess? Martial artist, wearer of suits, defender of the weak, and wielder of the power of Nexus: teleportation, telekinesis, and sight beyond sight; here and there is the same as anywhere and everywhere!

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YOU ARE: Syuzari Eibon, the Gentle Terror! Poet, jeweler, sophisticate and dreamer, it is your duty to safeguard the power of the Aether: the Ending of All Existences, the nullifying force of dissolution, the Abyss Manifested!

Demure, soft spoken, elegant and seemingly sweet, you have the power of the Aether at your fingertips...and woe to those who stand in your way!

Aether
The power of House Eibon is that of death. Every schoolgirl knows it. But Aether is not death; it is that which lies beyond existence, the nullity where power lost and lives passed on come to cease. It is unreal and emptiness, the final void that eliminates all things eventually. It is the snuffing of energy, matter, thought, and reality; Aether creates nothing, where everything else is. The opposite of Spirit, House Eibon still manages courtesy to their counterparts.

...IN LOVE WITH...

Liselle Vashtaria, the Princess Crystalline? Elegant, demure, blind to the world but aware of all that has past and is to come – for she commands the power of Time itself. Not merely the ability increase or decrease of it's passage, but to mold its shape and substance, to experience and alter that which is coming to pass and that which has happened already; a great responsibility rests on her slender shoulders!

Sicily Sorbet Scarabrae, the Mad Czarina? Beautiful, strange, kind and cruel, Sicily is the very paragon of all that is her household. Bearer of the power of raw and untrammeled Chaos, her very existence fores change upon the universe and the rules it holds forth. Mercurial, delightful, and strange, her shapechanging powers are not limited to her own flesh, but can affect the entire world around her, and even the forces of existence itself!

Kinnet Pearl Ophias, the Saint of Grace? Gentle, beloved, and sweetly natured, she works her will to protect, inspire, and heal all those who are needful. Her power is Spirit, the wellspring of all life, all thought, all existence. Capable of influencing all around her in a variety of ways, there are darker aspects to her power that few dare to delve deeply into!

THE PRINCESS...!

…will be captured! Your beloved is the victim of a kidnapping, one which you alone are aware of! You must decide how best to rescue your lady-love, before the unthinkable occurs and disaster befalls the Six Realms of the Foundation of the Universe. Armed with powers beyond the pale, you must decide the very best ways to defeat your enemies and return your lover to the safety of her family – preferably without getting caught, killed, or worse!

>>153191
>Can only love girls

Degenerate as fuck. Im out peace

>>153191
>Liselle Vashtaria, the Princess Crystalline?
Hell yeah, I'll take some Time Control.

>>153191
With our loved being kidnapped and the princess captures
>Kill ourselves for being incompetent guard and a failure to protect our lover

>>153168
Not me! The other quest is still alive!

>>153204
It is?

Link it plz, can't find it in the catalog which is weird

>>153212
Not that quest - the other quest I run on /qst/!

Only one vote? 5 minutes before calling!

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###Liselle Vashtaria, the Princess Crystalline? Elegant, demure, blind to the world but aware of all that has past and is to come – for she commands the power of Time itself. Not merely the ability increase or decrease of it's passage, but to mold its shape and substance, to experience and alter that which is coming to pass and that which has happened already; a great responsibility rests on her slender shoulders!###

Time
Everyone knows that seeing the future and the past is the province of Time's House Vashtaria, and that they can slow or speed the perception of it with effort. But those are the simplest of tools. Time is a substance, to be molded, pressed, shifted, studied. It has depth in its duration, and to manipulate the past and future alike is the true power of Time. Without Time, the other powers are useless, and with Time, House Vashtaria could overcome all save House Eibon.

All roll requests are for below or equal to the listed skill percentage, with low being success and high being failure. The average of all rolls is taken, with a critical margin of 3% on either end, +/- 1% for every 10 percentage points in the skill (critical failure limited to 5% maximum, no maximum for critical success). Critical success and fails are not based on damage – they are instead Dramatic Incidents, with a slant towards the heroine on a crit-success and against her on a crit-fail.

After all, this is Dramatic Princesses Rescue Quest, not Let The Dice Kill The MC Quest, because seriously, this dice roller hates you people. Criticals do cancel one another, (un)fortunately. Also, if you fail a magical skill check by 50% or more, there will be a magical disaster! It won't kill you, but it will make a huge mess of things.

For more information, you may peruse this pastebin: http://pastebin.com/NC6U1BjG
It isn't required at all, the requested rolls and spells and skills will be fairly self-explanatory.

LET'S BEGIN!

>>153217
>Not that quest - the other quest I run on /qst/!
Alright, what's the other quest you run on /qst/.

I also vote for Liselle. It's a little late, but just so y'know.

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It was at the Azimuth Cotillion of the Foundation's Firmament, the last great ball before the turning of the season towards Equilibrium and the rise of the Fundament to power (or is that the fall of the Firmament into weakness?), that you met her. She was beautiful in her gown and jewels, a beauty unlike any other, and in a palace filled with the most beautiful and handsome the universe could offer, that was saying something. You knew of each other of course; that was inevitable, given you were both princesses of the Foundations of the Universe, and therefore of incredible value to the houses and clans you belonged to. Just on the cusp of coming of age for your respective houses, you met during the gala, almost by accident it would seem.

She was demure, accompanied at all times by one or another servants of the House of Vashtaria, dressed in white and silver as appropriate for her Household and the cotillion itself. The jewels she wore were blue tinge diamonds and rich blue spinels, and though she spoke but rarely, it was with surprising warmth and gentility.

It was not entirely strange to feel so out of place; House Eibon was never the most loved of the Foundation, but when you introduced yourself she treated you as an equal...and more than an equal, she treated you with a graciousness that her servant couldn't dream of pretending. You were startled when she dismissed the servant and took your arm carefully, to be led to the fete where you could pour her some of the rich mead.

When you started speaking to one another, things became very clear to you both. It might have been a passing fancy, it could have been a momentary infatuation...but it ended up being an affair. And not one of those momentary ones that occasionally happened with girls who were forbidden from having young men too pay much attention to them; this was an affair, the kind that would be going down in history books and have terrible novellas and strange art books written about it for generations to come.

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>>153233
Naturally, such a thing was forbidden on so many levels for so many reasons that you both had to be ridiculously cautious. The politics alone make a love affair between two princesses as dangerous as all Fundament, to say nothing of the potential disaster that two people possessed of your powers could generate between them. Marriages usually involved a removal of powers from one or the other, depending on who was marrying into which family; not all powers, but a limitation upon the level of power that could be achieve. Since you were both marriageable heirs to the powers and the thrones of your respective families, you both possess high levels of skill and power for now.

Despite all that potential disaster, you're yet again on your way to woo your beloved, bearing gifts and planning a lovely evening together. You are currently dressed in the servant's fashion of her household of course, a necessary deception to move freely in her home as you approach her apartments. There are no maids, servants, pages, butlers, or guards privy to your secret. The scandal is just that explosive, the situation just that dangerous.

Love defies reason, even outside the Scarabrae!

As you approach her room, you hear voice – male voices, two of them. And not ones you recognize. Their accent is strange too, not even remotely related to this household's dialect. Frowning, you approach cautiously...

“...serving boys here...”

“Well, I don't normally, but if he's good enough for the princess...”

“Disgusting, really, disgusting.”

“Oh pleasure, you think she's the sort who would allow just anyone to touch her?”

“Well, he still has to die. May as well enjoy the last few minutes of his life – he won't even get a burial, after all.”

It is true you've adopted a pageboys uniform, as tight as it tends to be about your chest, but the maidservants are too well known, and gossip far too much for your taste. In any case, it sounds like they know about the affair, but not who was involved (fortunately!). Pressing yourself to the wall, the time has come to make a decision.

[] Confront them directly as Princess Syuzari Eibon. Roll Intmidate 80%
[] Slip inside as if nothing was wrong, see what more you can discover. Roll Subterfuge 70%
[] Try and peek at the through the keyhole, discover where they are from. Roll Stealth 70%
[] Write In.

>>153228
I'll post the name at the end of the session, anon.

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>153240
>[] Try and peek at the through the keyhole, discover where they are from. Roll Stealth 70%

I'm rolling a d100 I don't know if that's right.

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>153240
>[X] Slip inside as if nothing was wrong, see what more you can discover. Roll Subterfuge 70%
Well, here's hoping for a low roll!

>>153247
They'll try to kill us if we enter.

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>153249
Well, you do have a point. I'll switch to
>Stealth
if that's alright.
Either way, we should be set for rolls.

>>153255
Figures.
I really hope that roll doesn't count.

>>153257
Also it's pretty obvious one of these two guys is going to try to fuck before they kill us, thinking we're a dude. And as a fellow homosexual we shouldn't create an awkward situation where he has to question his homosexual identity by finding a female attractive.

>>153255
It does, but the average is sufficiently lower than 70%. Writing now!

>>153264
Taking more than one roll from one poster just encourages people to keep rolling to lower the average if they begin with a particularly high number. I wouldn't recommend doing that in the future QM.

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[X] Try and peek at the through the keyhole, discover where they are from.

Quietly you step in front of the doors; despite being closed, the keyhole is antique (as is most of Castle Vashtaria, really) and quite open considering the size of the key you use to lock it. A glance down either side of the corridor shows a distinctive lack of guards, which is a touch alarming in and of itself. Still you crouch slightly, and place one eye to the keyhole.

You can see more than you expected which is nice; a wavering field at the back of the room, a gate of some sort, with Princess Liselle trapped within as though in amber or sink into a slowly shifting ocean. She seems unharmed and peaceful, for her body is fading away even as you watch. One of the men comes into view, and your heart sinks, for he is dressed in the black and silver livery and armor of House Decadmus, the wielders of the power of Nether, and they are elite guards, which means they are at least trained in the use of the powers that their Household is famous for.

On the other hand, they are only elite guards – you are Princess. You might not be the warrior they are, and you might not have the broad access to the powers of the elements and the forces of the universe...but you are the inheritor of the one power that can defeat almost all other powers.

“She is pretty. Prince Decadmus should be quite happy with her.” This from the guard you can't see. Which prince though?

“Pity she can't see, the Prince is a handsome devil.” The guard you can see; the would-be rapist. Drawing his blade, he turns it over and slides one gauntlet along the flat. “To be chosen for his personal guard is quite the honor, andI've heard tale they are given 'special duty'.”

“...can you even think outside your codpiece?” He sounds terribly annoyed.

“Nah.”

[] Confront them directly as Princess Syuzari Eibon. Roll Intimidate 80%
[] Slip inside as if nothing was wrong, see what more you can discover. Roll Subterfuge 70%
[] Contact your personal Librarian though Telepathy, see if she can enlighten you on the plots of Decadmus. Roll Channeling Power 75%
[] Write In.

>>153269
This is perfectly acceptable - as things get more difficult, the percentile will change. So far these are easy problems.

Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>153278
>[] Confront them directly as Princess Syuzari Eibon. Roll Intimidate 80%

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>153278
>[X] Contact your personal Librarian though Telepathy, see if she can enlighten you on the plots of Decadmus. Roll Channeling Power 75%

Rolled 98 (1d100)

>>153278
>[] Contact your personal Librarian though Telepathy, see if she can enlighten you on the plots of Decadmus. Roll Channeling Power 75%

>>153285
Any other fucking quest goddammit we still pass thank god no more rolling plz

>>153285
Told you it hated you guys.

Writing!

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[X] Contact your personal Librarian though Telepathy, see if she can enlighten you on the plots of Decadmus. Roll Channeling Power 75%

You slowly and carefully back away from the keyhole and place your back to the wall next to the thick double doors of burnished ironwood. Closing your eyes you picture the mandala of your connections to your kith and kin, opening a path to your personal Librarian, Kinne. You can see the image of her coweled face looking up inside your mind. You only have a moment or two before Liselle is drawn through the gateway to wherever she is being taken.

My lady?

Kinne, which Prince of Decadmus has designs on Liselle of Vashtaria?

There is a momentary pause as she tries to figure out of you are playing some kind of elaborate prank or not; or she may just be looking that information up in her internal library. It feels like forever, but is only seconds later that she replies.

Prince Gerard Decadmus, the second in line for the throne, has made clear his intention to woo Her Royal Highness Liselle of Vashtaria despite his father's clear forbiddance. The hand f the princess is hotly contested, as there are several within House Vashtaria who have a standing claim upon Her Royal Highness. House Scarabrae has made overtures to Vashtaria as well, for the sole purpose of preventing any such alliance between Vashtaria and Decadmus...

Thank you Kinne. That will be all. I would recommend you forget this conversation permanently for your own safety.

[I]...yes, your Royal Highness. You feel her wiping the conversation from her own mind, even to the point of forgetting she has the Channeling link open with you at all.

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>>153311
You drop the link, and twist one of your rings slowly about your finger with your thumb, an idle habit your mother absolutely hates. Gerard Decadmus is nobility, but as second born son, has lest status than you yourself do. On the other hand, he is older, and likely has more training than you. Then there is the matter of the gate – a power of Nexus, but poorly managed, likely a wizard's magic, rather than the Power of Nobility. A wizard on his side is unfortunate. You doubt it's one of these two – elite guards are still only guards, and certainly not royal guards.

You hazard another look – your lover is more than half faded, and the process is speeding up. Might be less than a minute now, and you have two guards to deal with. You can't work power or magic through the threshold of Liselle's room; if you could that would make things easy! Of course, it would also make things easy for assassins, but that seems a rather moot point at the moment.

“Well, her lover is late. Do you want to go find him? We don't need an alarm raised yet.”

“No – he'll be here. Who would dare stand up a princess of the blood?”

Not you.

[] Confront them directly as Princess Syuzari Eibon. Roll Intimidate 80%
[] Slip inside as if nothing was wrong, see what more you can discover. Roll Subterfuge 70%
[] It's a door. You're Syuzari Eibon. Time to announce your intentions to kill them both. Roll Aetheric Ways 60% and destroy the door.
[] Write In.

Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>153313
>[] It's a door. You're Syuzari Eibon. Time to announce your intentions to kill them both. Roll Aetheric Ways 60% and destroy the door

Murder murder murder.

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>153313
>[X] It's a door. You're Syuzari Eibon. Time to announce your intentions to kill them both. Roll Aetheric Ways 60% and destroy the door.
Slaughter them.

>>153313
>[] It's a door. You're Syuzari Eibon. Time to announce your intentions to kill them both. Roll Aetheric Ways 60% and destroy the door.
Can i choose to not roll?

>>153332
No, but I'll let it slide this time.

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[X] It's a door. You're Syuzari Eibon. Time to announce your intentions to kill them both. Roll Aetheric Ways 60% and destroy the door.
[] Write In.

Magic is difficult to learn, even for those inclined to it. You're not wizard, only a mystic, but you are of the Royal Blood. Power is your birthright, your inheritance, and in your blood. And while the threshold to Liselle's room is fully warded and wrapped in protections deep and thick, yours isn't just any power. Another power would have great difficulty breaching the protections and spells upon the room and the door. Even a powerful wizard would have great difficulty merely defacing the simplest one. Except there is one problem...

You are Eibon.

Walking to stand some distance from the doors, but directly ahead of them, you lift your hand and close your eyes. The power rushes to your skin from deep inside instantly, the peace and tranquility of emptiness hollowing you out and leaving only a shell of yourself. Opening your eyes, you see the vast emptiness between everything, the nothingness that constitutes nearly the sum total of the universe. The magic of the wards gleams in your sight, and the spells of protection and weird that guard your lover from assassin and curse shimmer throughout your sight. Even the momentary existences of the souls within that room beyond what is merely a troublesome and insignificant distraction from your goal are dully glowing flickers of light, save one.

Liselle's soul is a massive thing of clockwork and rainbows, a heavy, massive presence in a universe of empty space.

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>>153355
You shiver in delight, and turn your will upon the door, unmaking the wards and drawing the spells away into nothingness. The door itself dissolves before you with mere breath, wood to dust, dust to atoms, atoms to quarks, quarks to Planck foam, foam to nonexistence. The guards round on you as you step into the room, your hair floating in the breeze of your agitated aura, your eyes pits of luminescence.

“Shit!” the would-be rapist is not bemoaning loss of his playmate; he is caught in the terror of knowing he faces annihilation on a level far deeper than the Fundament itself. He lifts his sword, his stance guarded and his other hand pulled back and raised.

His companion is far more composed, though still upset by the appearance of your Royal highness in the fullness – Emptiness, perhaps – of your power. “Your Royal Highness. I certainly did not expect you this evening. I am afraid that your appointment must wait; Princess Liselle is in the midst of deep meditations, and we are serving as her guard.”

[] “Liars and knaves you both. Surrender to me, or die in the name of your lord.” Roll Intimidate 99%
[] Snuff his life like the candle it is. Roll Aetheric Law 65%.
[] “Surrender at once.” Draw your rapier and infuse it with Power. Roll Aetheric Law 80%.
[] Take a risk and try and dismantle the gate before your lover is completely lost in it. Roll Aetheric Mastery 50%.
[] Write In.

Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>153357
>[] “Liars and knaves you both. Surrender to me, or die in the name of your lord.” Roll Intimidate 99%

Come on 100!

>>153361
Ooh, so close. But unfortunately I'm only close to a complete failure. I fail even at failing.

I gotta go to sleep now unfortunately you fucking britbong or whatever european country you inhabit.

Make sure to tell me the name of your other quest so i can read it in six hours.

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>153357
>[] “Surrender at once.” Draw your rapier and infuse it with Power. Roll Aetheric Law 80%.

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>153357
>[X] “Surrender at once.” Draw your rapier and infuse it with Power. Roll Aetheric Law 80%.
As tempted as I am to just kill them they might actually have some useful information.

>>153363
Thank you for playing, hope you have enjoyed!

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[X] “Surrender at once.” Draw your rapier and infuse it with Power. Roll Aetheric Law 80%.

You draw the slender, jewel hilted rapier at your side. It isn't merely for show; you are well trained with it, though you're nowhere near your contemporaries in skill. On the other hand, while you may lack skill, you more than make up for it in power. Lifting the blade in what could me mistaken for a salute, you gaze at the bold warrior with unshakable calm. “Lay down your arm, and surrender at once; I a more merciful than many of my peers.” Grey mist crawls up the slender blade. It's more a small-sword than a rapier, it is true, but infused with your power over the Void That Consumes All, it doesn't really matter what kind of blade it is – it is a God-Slaying Weapon.

He looks rather startled, your soft voice belying your rather boyish appearance at the moment. Then he notes your rings... “Princess Syuzari?! The assignation was yours?” Shaking his head. “No matter...” Drawing his sword, he places both hands at the hilt, muttering an incantation as he stretches the hilt and shortens the blade utilizing his power over matter to craft a spear from his sword.

His companion, made bold by the lack of fear his friend shows, steps forward, muttering a much different, more ancient incantation, drawing on the destructive totality of Nether to empower his and his companions weapons...

[] Counter-spell with your own Power. Roll Aetheric Mastery 70%.
[] Attack! Roll Swordsmanship 75%.
[] Ruinous strike of Aether against the bold one! Roll Aetheric Law 80%.
[] Write In.

Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>153404
>[X] Counter-spell with your own Power. Roll Aetheric Mastery 70%.
Please be a good roll.

I gotta take off too OP. I'll be back later though. I just hope that you'll have enough players.

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>153404
>[] Ruinous strike of Aether against the bold one! Roll Aetheric Law 80%.

>>153411
Words escape me. I'll take this as a sign I need sleep.

What is it with these rolls? We're rolling super high every time...

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>>153415
>>153416
>After all, this is Dramatic Princesses Rescue Quest, not Let The Dice Kill The MC Quest, because seriously, this dice roller hates you people.
I keep saying.
One tiebreaker post please. I'll even accept a double post - with roll - from one of my two players.

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>153419

>[] Ruinous strike of Aether against the bold one! Roll Aetheric Law 80%.
Ok then

>>153421
Done deal.

BTW, regular magical failures aren't particularly dangerous (even critical fails with magic aren't directly dangerous to you).

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>153424
Good to know.

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[X] Ruinous strike of Aether against the bold one! Roll Aetheric Law 80%.

With no time to waste, and even less time to prepare yourself, you simply hurl a bolt of Aether at the bold one who was foolish enough not to accept your offer. Your concentration wavers but the bolt strikes true, even as he tries to hurl himself to one side. His armor dissolves as does a significant portion of his chest, ribs, and one of his lungs. A gout of blood erupts from the gaping wound in his upper torso. He collapses, his deflated lung a mass of quivering tissue in his chest, while blood pours over your lovers plush carpeting.

The other solider of House Decadmus, shocked at the sight of the brutality you inflicted with a mere wave of your hand, halts his chant and steps pack towards the gate, glancing at the fading image of your lover. He turns towards you and lunges, his sword far overextended in his panic. You parry easily and bring your slender blade down upon his wrist, and it slices cleanly through armor, flesh, and bone alike. He shrieks, stumbling and collapsing on the floor, tearing the remains of his gauntlet free and clamping his hand over the spurting stump.

The soft gurgling of his ally's breathing ceases, and you round on the man who foolishly attacked your person as he writhes upon the floor. You hair floats in the unearthly breeze of your aura and your eyes blaze with unhallowed light...

With this, we pause for a while, on the order of five hours or so, to return to this thread and interrogate your prisoner in full – hopefully before Liselle vanishes into the clutches of Prince Gerard Decadmus!

Thank you for reading and playing!

>The other quest will be named at the conclusion of this thread.

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Feedback and questions will be fielded for a short while, and again when I return, before continuation.

>>153448
Thanks for running!
Seems good so far. The only feedback i could have is me personally not liking the average dice system, but with the low DC you have, it still seems to work.

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>>153455
That's not a DC - that's her actual skill level you're rolling under. While the names of the magical skills are generic, each one is actually a separate skill under that wit it's own skill level (i.e. Aetheric Bolt -s 80% skill level, while Life Like a Candle is 65% skill). when you meet more powerful opponents with actual useful defenses, those skills will be lowered appropriately.

Again, criticals aren't damage-based, so crit-fail is dramatic, but not deadly. A crit-fail with a spell or power may wreck your location though...

>>153355
>close the portal

>>153802
Ops reload fail hehe

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Starting up the thread in half of an hour; home computer, no OP goodies, sorry! More pictures though.

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Looking down on this pathetic excuse for a guard of House Decadmus (even if he was capable of summing the power of Nether, he's still pathetic) you can see he's not merely a coward, but utterly crushed. His already feeble soul is flickering wildly, like a candle with too long a wick to sustain a healthy flame. It is in better condition than his companion's is though. That soul is flickering like a guttering candle flame, only minutes before it is irretrievable lost to the Aether you serve and contain.

You could change that, however, in a thoroughly horrific manner.

You point your small-sword at him, the seething grey radiance of the Aether still curling over and around the slim blade. There are only scant moments before your sweetheart is truly in the clutches of Prince Gerard Decadmus, and you have questions. Whether or not he has answers is another matter entirely. The obvious question, where are they taking her, springs to your lips at once. Sadly, the poor fool is still clutching at his wrist and screaming mindlessly at the loss of his right hand.

[] Get his immediate attention by removing ~the wound itself~.
>Roll AERTHER LAW 70%.
[] In a display of terrifying power, prevent his friend from being dead by cutting off his soul's access to the Aether.
>Roll AETHER MASTERY 55%
[] Forget him for the moment – see if you can pull Liselle free!
>Roll Arcane Perception 90%
[] Write In.

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>153911
>[] Forget him for the moment – see if you can pull Liselle free!
Gonna go eat now, so i'll come back when i'm done.

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[X] Forget him for the moment – see if you can pull Liselle free!
>Roll Arcane Perception 90%

With a sigh of disgust that leaves tiny wisps of Aether drifting from your lips, you ignore the blathering idiot and step closer to the semi-liquid light that appears to be some kind of sorcerous or wizardly gate.

Liselle appears to be sleeping peacefully, dressed in in a body tight evening gown and her arms glittering with jewels and silver chains. Her eyes are closed and she seems to have a faint smile upon her lips as she sinks slowly into the vivid semi-gelatinous 'substance' of the gate. However, with your gaze augmented by your Power, you can see that there is far more at work here. Not only is there a gate, but some form of enchantment that dulls the mind and senses of those caught within the gate, making them further vulnerable to enchantments and spells laid upon them by the gate's maker.

You're fairly certain that the gate's creator is not Prince Gerard, but some wizard in his employ, or perhaps even a weaker family member. It has none of the telltale signs that mark it as a construct of pure Nexus. But there ~is~ Power here: Liselle's powerful clockwork-and-prismatic soul is shimmering brightly, as does a faint are about the gateway itself.

Your vision shimmers for a much different reason, hot tears welling in your eyes as you realize that your beloved has given you more Time to work with than you could have hoped for; every moment that you have fought while she has faded is stolen from the very sands of Time itself by her Power.

Unfortunately the design of the spells about the gateway means you must work with unthinking brutality if you wish to destroy the gate before she slips away entirely. And that means taking a huge risk. You could leap into the gate yourself, without breaking the other spells, but that would leave you somewhat vulnerable to the magics of whomever created it. Or you could destroy the other spells, leaving the gate intact and leap after her, trusting that you will make it in time to arrive with her instead of somewhere between here and wherever she is being taken.

You turn your burning eyes upon the sobbing fool who is sitting up, binding a tourniquet about his severed wrist. That one could have the answers you seek...you just have to convince him to give them up. Which should be terribly easy.

[] Break all the spells at once!
>Roll AETHERIC MASTERY 40%.
[] Break the lesser magics and leap through after Liselle!
>Roll AETHERIC MASTERY 60%
[] Break the idiot guard who serves your current enemy!
>Roll Intimidate 99%
[] Write In.

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>154029
>[] Break the lesser magics and leap through after Liselle!
Since it's currently only me here, how do you want to handle dice? Should i roll just one?

>>154067
>100
Nevermind, i probably shouldn't have rolled at all...

>>154072
...and you thought the dice roller hate was a joke.

I'll wait five more minutes, though >>>153459
applies.

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[x] Break the lesser magics and leap through after Liselle!
Critical Failure!

Dropping the magics upon your sword you replace it within its sheath and take two steps back from the gate. Closing your eyes you visualize the spells you will be breaking, much as you had with the door and its attendant warding and magics. You open your eyes and the Abyss reaches out from you, peeling away the enchantments and weakening spells, as well as the Power of Time that surrounds them.

At first it goes smoothly, the spells unraveling and draining into nonexistence as all does before the hunger of the empty Void...but then the gate becomes truly active. You dart towards it, intending to leap through it to join Liselle wherever it may take her...but the Power you have released is not so eager to be caged once more.

You are brought up short by the thick swaths of Aetheric power erupting from around the gate, exploding across the room...rooms...castle...and tearing gaping holes in the structure of the ancient edifice. Bringing the full might of your youthful will to bear upon the power you have unleashed, you manage to keep it from snuffing out the lives nearby, turning the fountaining power away from them even as it disintegrates and consumes huge amounts of the architecture around the shimmering gateway. Huge amounts, to your utter dismay, including sections of apartments hundreds of feet away from you, a section of the grand library, and massive amounts of the royal's living chambers.

To say that you have attracted some attention would be understating the matter.

Managing to bottle the genie, you are dismayed to watch the Liselle's eyes open and her delicate gloved hand reach for you blindly. You leap for her but the gate vanishes, trapping your lover elsewhere, leaving her at the mercy of a powerful wizard and the madman who would defy not only the head of his own house by the entirety of another to claim a prize that he does not deserve.

Rising, you turn on the one remaining link you have left...the cowering, terrified soldier of House Decadmus, who is looking at you like you are some horrible monster that he cannot imagine doing anything but the very worst of nightmares upon his helpless form.

He is not entirely wrong at this moment; House Eibon is not particularly feared, under normal circumstances. These circumstances are now far, far, far removed from normal.

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>>154188
“Where is she?” you ask in your deceptively soft voice.

He backs away to a remaining corner of the room as screams ans shouts erupt throughout the castle, alarms surely being raised now. Too little, far too late. “...I dare not...”

You gesture at the devastation around you, the only thing that keeps this entire section of castle from collapsing and killing everyone within it the power of the Vashtaria, the immovability of something mored within Time itself. “Dare for me,” you command softly, and he lowers his head, tears spilling across his cheeks.

“Prince Gerard has her within his personal holdings inside Mount Cerubis, in his chamber of meditations. They await the high Priest, to cement their marriage in wedlock, but the priest cannot arrive sooner than an hour before mid-night.” He shudders. “Mercy, your Royal Highness, mercy upon the weak and helpless!”

[] Lay a Geas upon him to inform the House of Vashtaria of the treachery of Decadmus.
>Roll CHANNELING 80%
[] There is no mercy.
>Roll AETHERIC LAW 65%
[] Leave him – you need assistance from a peer and it will cost you enough as is.
>Roll CHANNELING 80% to contact Xing Die Argenta for help!
[] Write In.

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>154190
>[] Lay a Geas upon him to inform the House of Vashtaria of the treachery of Decadmus.
Hmm, notm any around right now.

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>154219
I can't catch a break from these roll, now can i?

>>154221
Apparently not! As you're the only one around you may apply your second roll to one of the other two remaining options (or to the write in).

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>154190
>[] Lay a Geas upon him to inform the House of Vashtaria of the treachery of Decadmus.

>>154247
I'll apply it to killing him i guess.

>>154282
Writing.

>>154274
Welcome to the smallest quest base around.

>>154303

Thanks, I look forward to entrenching myself firmly in the opposite decisions of the other guy and ruining everything. No but seriously this looks cool

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[X] Lay a Geas upon him to inform the House of Vashtaria of the treachery of Decadmus.
Failure.
[X] There is (no) mercy.

Gazing at this pathetic wreck of a man, one of the esteemed guards of House Decadmus, you start to wonder if Pricne Gerard has been culling some of the guard for his own purposes,, perhaps planning a coup. A weak willed person such as this would seem easy prey....you kneel, your hands on your knees, and try and reach his mind, attempting to connect to his so that you can lay a geas of obedience upon him.

All you can see in him, all he can feel is misery and despair. And while at first you were tempted to grant this miserable wretch no quarter, you find yourself moved by his plight, his conviction that lead him into conflict with one of the Scions of the Foundation, much less a Princess of the Fundament Aether. It is with a gentle heart you reach for him, laying your fingertips upon his bow.

The whispering voices of his conscious mind are snuffed far more easily than his life, and there is nothing but and empty shell that remains.

Rising, you quickly walk over to the wardrobe, taking out the spare clothing you have hidden there. There is little time left, but you spend it putting on your own clothing and the remainder of your jewelry. Slipping the small box into the purse that hangs from your belt, you glance around. Spying in a distant bedroom (along with a rather pretty chambermaid being berated by the lady of the lord whose bed she was in) a clock, you mark it as ten of the clock, with fifteen minutes of the clock. Forty-five minutes to find and rescue Liselle Vashtaria, for once the marriage is blessed, it is done and none can break it save by war or death.

[] Make your way to the Castle Gates, as you usually have when leaving or arriving.
[] Contact Xing Die, and bargain for assistance in reaching your beloved.
>Roll CHANNELING 80%
[] Contact your Librarian as you locate a 'safe' place to hide from the guards who will undoubtedly be on their way.
>Roll CHANNELING 80%
[] Write In.

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>154362
>[] Contact Xing Die, and bargain for assistance in reaching your beloved.

We'll need some assistance here

>>154349
Honestly, you can't make it worse than the dice roller has for him.

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>154362
>[] Contact Xing Die, and bargain for assistance in reaching your beloved.
>>154377
If only it was a roll high quest... I'm ok-isk in those

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[X] Contact Xing Die, and bargain for assistance in reaching your beloved.

The sounds of movement through the halls and the voices of the Royal Guards – not mere guards such as the two you just killed, but men and women who are trained to deal with threats greater than they believe you represent – start echoing through the gaping holes and chasms your runaway power has carved out of the castle. Stepping around the wardrobe, you conceal yourself from most of those openings, and close your eyes. It is far easier than you prefer to make contact with your contemporary in House Argenta.

{Your Ryoal Highness Xing Die, I greet you as an equal and a peer, seeking aid and counsel.}

{Oh, Syuzari. Is there something I can do for you?} Her cavalier attitude makes you want to sob for the glory days of old, where gentility and word smithing could forge stronger alliances than threat and barbarity.

{Prince Gerard of Decadmus has kidnapped Princess Liselle-} Ah, the sweet sensation of Xing Die's mental outrage at a threat leveled at your lover is heartwarming, and hope inspiring. {-and is planning on forcing her to marry him against her will...and against this own father's wishes.}

{Wow, he must have some kind of death wish.} So flippant!

{I cannot reach my usual egress from Castle Vashtaria, and all that I have to trace the location of the abductors lair is a mere name or two. I fear that Princess Liselle has been bespelled and is helpless against her captors. There is very scant time for me to effect a rescue, and I fear there will be enemies that I must conserve my strength for.}

There is a long and somewhat nerve wracking pause from the other royal. {By the Firmament, you're totally in love with her!} You clamp down on the urge to both deny and to shame her for even thinking such a thing. You need her help too badly, and if it pleases her as much as it sounds like...

{More-so than that; we are lovers, though only in the most general meanings of the term, Xing Die.} Your cheeks and ears are hot, even though you haven't spoken the words aloud. {Will you aid me, Princess Xing Die? I would pay near any price.}

Another pause. {I can help you – I may be the only one who can help you, aside from your own Gatekeepers, who would inform their Majesties, your parents.} You agree silently. {Then allow me to take you from there to here, and I will name my price.}

[] You haven't the choice really; accept.
[] It could be a trap – ask her price now.
[] Ask her to give you the chance to rescue Liselle – then you will present yourself at her pleasure, if you live and are whole of mind and soul.
[] Write In.

>>154531
>[] You haven't the choice really; accept.

And I will do anything for love

>>154531
>[] You haven't the choice really; accept.
We're in no position to argue

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[X] You haven't the choice really; accept.

Despite some small trepidation, you are forced to concede the fact that you haven't a choice – not unless you want to try and explain to Lord Magus Vashtaria why exactly you were doing in his daughters room a few moments ago. With no evidence to the contrary, you are easily the scapegoat for far worse than mere kidnapping; and unlike the guards, Lord Vashtaria is well aware of the true power of the Aether. Even if you could convince him that this was done with the power of Nether – and it entirely could have been – there are a few too many living witnesses who would disagree.

{As you wish, your Royal Highness.} You close your eyes, because this is no mere magic, nor a portal. This is Power.

You feel the universe move around you, your body still yet in motion, flight without flying, untouched and traveling through the emptiness of the universe at another's will. When the sensation stops, you open your eyes slowly, relaxing your own power and resuming a more normal appearance. Mostly because you aren't actually anywhere – you are IN the Nexus.

Xing Die stands before you, smiling and running a hand through her short hair. You blush faintly, and curtsy to her, which she responds to (after a moment of blank shock) with a bow from the waist. All around you arr the semi-mirrored crystalline walls of Nexus, shifting lights and fragmented movements reflected from all across the universe into this small chamber, which might not be as small as it appears. Though her power is not upon her, here Xing Die looks most at home, the light glistening off her pristine silk clothing, the few delicate items of silver and gold that she wears, and the signet ring bearing a tiny octet of cubes on point – her signet. “Welcome to my home away from home. It will be easiest to work from here. How long do we have?”

“Forty minutes, at the most.” One of the faceted walls reveals a shimmering clock-face, somewhere in the worlds. “I am sorry to bring you into this, Xing Die – you have my thanks, regardless of what occurs next.”

She smiles, her lips delicate and unadorned with makeup, yet prettier for all that. “No thanking me until I have delivered.” You nods slowly, looking down, your hands clasped behind your back. “First of all...do you have armor at home I can fetch for you? I think you will need more than a pretty rapier to finish this.”

[] Armor will do you no good – only your power can stand against the enemy you face now.
[] It may be of some use, so, yes, please.
[] Against Nether – you doubt your own armor would suffice...but perhaps that of another princess?
[] Write In.

>>154772
>[] Against Nether – you doubt your own armor would suffice...but perhaps that of another princess?

>>154772
>[] Against Nether – you doubt your own armor would suffice...but perhaps that of another princess?

PRINCESS POWERS UNITE

>>154840
Oh, i thought we were just "borrowing" another armor.

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[X] Against Nether – you doubt your own armor would suffice...but perhaps that of another princess?

You shake your head. “House Decadmus' power will annihilate my own armor. My power might be enough to stand up against that potency...if there were another armor I could don that would be ass effective...” Of course, there may be another way. “Perhaps that of her royal Highness Scarabrae? We are of a close size...” You run your fingertips down your breasts, hoping you're at least close enough to correct that there will be no issues.

The Mad Czarina Sicily, whose power is the opposite of Nether: Chaos, pure and undiluted. Another price to pay, perhaps, but it may save your life.

“You really are going all out, aren't you...” There is a note of envy that you cannot miss in her voice and you lower your eyes to the...you immediately stop that thought; you might actually change orientations here if you aren't careful. Up and down is as subjective as here and there in this place.

“She would do the very same.”

Tell me where, and names. I'll speak with Sissy.” You restrain your urge to frown at her. “Princess Sicily might not be amenable to helping me...” you start, but the brilliant and earnest smile Xing Die gives you ends the thought before it finishes.

“You can't say she won't though, because you can never tell with her. Let me take care of it. Just be patient.”

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>>154935
Easier said than done; Xing Die closes her eyes and reaches out before her. Her lips move, but you hear nothing; likewise a voiceless whisper emerges from the aior around her, but you cannot make out the words. She opens her eyes and gestures expansively, her lips moving as she uses her Power...

…and strips you bare.

Well, very nearly – your undergarments and jewelery remain, but little else. Then you feel something warm and liquid sliding over your skin, something moist and supple. You bite down, controlling your reaction as Xing Die gives you Sicily's gift: The Armor of Chaos, which feels more alive than it does like armor. When she is finished, you are dressed in crimson and gold, the living armor snug against your skin and unrestrictive, yet filled with a vicious malevolence towards any who would try to harm you.

“I told you she might. But you owe me big for that.”

“If I can rescue Liselle, I will be at your disposal,” you remind her.

“I would rather have my reward now,” she claims, stepping close, removing her silk gloves. You feel your cheeks burning once more as she looks into your eyes.

“And what is it that you would wish...?”

“To be your first,” Princess Xing Die claims with a brilliant smile.

>To Be Continued....

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Thank you for reading and playing. I'll be continuing in this thread, either at 3:00 am PST or 9:30 am PST.

The other quest I run in /qst/ is Playing in the
Shadows, of course. Tomorrows thread will conclude my last test of this board.

>>154939
>To be your first
That's both a high and low price to pay, huh...
>>154962
Thanks for running!
>Tomorrows thread will conclude my last test of this board.
Wait, you were XS all along?

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>>154990
It wasn't Dio, that's for sure.

>>154997
Don't know why it took me so long to figure out, i mean there were some recognizable similarities here and there. Maybe the strong use of colors in the beginning threw me off.

>>155016
I changed a couple of my tells, amd pushed for a decided upbeat style, but it usually breaks down about halfway through as sleep deprivation catches up to me.

This thread did answer the questions I needed answers to though.

>>154962

Thanks for running man

>>155203
It was rather fun.

>>154962
Well damn, looks like I made it back just in time for it to be over.

>>155260
There will be more tomorrow.

>>155320
Alright, I'll look forward to it. Thank you for running!

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New thread in process.

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New Thread: >>158565