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Should we start right away or perhaps you want to change our equipment?

>>187442
I vote to go on.

As Snitches flew out of the Sanctuary, you wondered about the betrayer. He would not defile the sanctuary. Not again.

>level up [we can level up once]
>Offer twisted soul of ______ to Eresle to purify
>Say something to____
>Leave, head to____
>Something else?

>>187465
hello anon.

>>187487
>>Offer twisted soul of Watchdog to Eresle to purify
>>187487
Hello, Soul. How you been/

>>187487
Let's explore ashen end a little bit.

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"S-so soon?" The maiden sighed "Mind me not, this is my duty...yes. "

The maiden embraced the twisted soul, She huddle to a small dark corner away from prying eyes. She exhaled loudly before initializing the purification process. It would take a while as expected.

You exited the Sanctuary, you have covered almost all of the Ashen but a small spot in the north. You also had Masterless Ieyo to deal with should you want to slay the clueless snake.

>Head to____
>Head N/S/E/W
>Something else?

>>187507
hello anon.

>>187529
>Head West

>>187560
You marched to the west. Soon, you encountered the masterless snake ever waiting for his master to surface from the Chasm of Vorrem.


Once again, it shriveled upon sensing your helm. it coiled around itself in fear.

>Attack Masterless Ieyo
>Leave, Head E/W/S/N
>Something else?

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>>187595

>>187595
>>Leave, Head E

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>>187605
The Ashen barrens held no surprises for you, that was until you were close to the sanctuary.

A crumbled tower caught your attention. It was due the north.

Your Brand churned your flesh once more. A black tainted surfaced on your hand.....
>Head to the tower
>Head to ____
>Ignore it, head E/W/N/S
>Something else?

>>187642
>Head to the tower
With that, I'm going to take a shower. I'll be back of course. Hope more players will come.

The tower was in ruins. It was a miracle that it was still standing. Three things of interest caught your attention; A light crossbow with no bolts, A locked door at the very bottom and a functional ballista at the very top. It only had one shot. the ballista was movable too. you could point it at anything in Ashen End.


>point it at the wall of the black Marshes [10-20]
>point it at pilgrim's peak [15-20]
>point it at masterless Ieyo [18-20]
>leave it for now, head to____
>something else?


>>187653
take your time

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>>187720

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>187720
>point it at the wall of the black Marshes [10-20]

Your aim was true for the first time in a while. It was hard to miss a large immobile target. The Ballista crushed the flesh-and-stone wall. A sizable breach would be found in the northern parts of the wall. You could easily climb the rubble to reach the other side.

>Head to____
>Head N/S/E/W
>Something else?
>>187793
welcome back.

>>187819
>>Head to the Black Marshes
>>187819
Heyo

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>>187831

[The ring of the lost urges you to go west]
You headed straight for the Black Marshes.

In your first steps, you smelt the stench of rot, death and decay. Green fumes were seeped with the unrelenting fog. You coughed greatly as your lungs were contracting on their own refusing to absorb this noxious fumes.

Black tar made from corpses of beast and men made small Isles up ahead. You could barely see what was ahead.

>Head W/E/N/S
>Leave Black Marshes
>Something else?

>>187884
forgot my trip

>>187884
>Head S
From there, we can only go up!

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>>187919
You couldn't imagine who the savages of the marshes could withstand such noxious fumes.

As you were taking your first steps, You were knocked on the ground; something was slowly dragging you to the tar. You couldn't see it but you could feel its slimy texture coiling around your feet.

>Wrestle yourself out of it [5-20]
>Accept your fate.
>Something else?

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>187949
>Wrestle yourself out of it [5-20]
Can't die yet.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>187949
> Wrestle yourself out of it

>>187968
You crushed the bones of this invisible foe as you regained your precious freedom. It backed away, you could heard it whispering mother

The Brand churned again, the black taint has spread. You could no longer feel your hand

"Smother the flames."

"kill..."

"Embrace the dark"

"Pave the way for the dark lord of men...."


"Kill the firekeeper...."

These whispers came from the brand. The taint was spreading to claim your arm.

>Head W/E/N/S
>Leave Black Marshes
>Something else?

>>187987
>Leave Black Marshes
Spooky

>>187987
Do we still only need two twisted souls?

>>187995
You left the Black Marshes. By then, you arm has fully succumbed to the taint. It was spreading at an alarming rate.

"kill..."

"Hail the dark lord, conqueror of flames..."

"Kneel before the dark...."

The whispers grew in strength.

>Head to____
>Head E/W/S/N
>Something else?
>>188016
any soul, doesn't have to be twisted.

>>188026
Let's go to Ioa's Sea and see slug lady about that brand.

>>188026
>Head to Ioa's Sea

>>188034
By the time you arrive to Ioa's sea, the taint has covered all of of your body but your face. You eventually collapsed on the ground, unable to ignore the dark whispers.

"One of us...."


"Become one of us..."


"Shard..."


"A little Shard..."


"A Whole he must be..."

"The true lord, the dark lord...."

Your hair was dripping black substance on the, you coughed and coughed trying to get rid of the disease churning you from the inside but in vain.

>Resist [15-20]
>Surrender yourself to the dark
>Something else?

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>188061
>>Resist [15-20]

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>188061
Cut the nerves to your arms

>>188061
>one the ground.

fug

>>188078
Did we slice off our arms, jab our eyes out, cause another Manus!?

>>188061
>Cut off arm and hold onto it.

>>188065
>>188078
What little warmth you soul held was gone. It was replaced with cold, bitter dark. You wanted to devour the flames for the true lord of men.

Your feet dragged you to the sanctuary. High Shard Sordine was awaiting for you with a handful of Scythe hollows.

"Aaah, the hound returns. I welcome your arrival. You were informed of my little trust of hollowed words.... You proved your disloyalty to me but one in my position ought to deal with various possibilities. They lurk inside, kill every last one of them and smother this petty flames. Beware, An eastern warrior have recently arrived. I trust you will take care of her."

You nodded to the High shard. He landed a kiss on your forehead , you could feel the power of the dark rushing in your veins "Now, go. "

>Resist [18-20]
>Enter the Sanctuary first
>Let the scythe hollows enter first
>Say something to the high shard

>>188094
want to roll a dice?

>>188094
you haven't rolled

>>188084
>>188094
the brand has spread already cutting the arm won't do anything.

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>188117
>"I came here to replace you."
if we can't resist then let's become the king of hollows

>>188117
>Let the scythe hollows enter first

>>188125
You opened your mouth but words wouldn't come out.

You had no will on your own. Your body, your soul, All belonged to the dark lord....

The high Shard sat on a lavish chair brought from the shrine, he was waiting for good news. You should not disappoint the high shard.

The Scythe hollows bashed the main entrance. Lishro was inside, she lost her right eye and a good part of her right ear. A recent claw mark made its presence on her right cheeks.

"Shoy Mikay! Death will aw-" her voice has drowned in sorrow as she saw you in the back. "G- Giznru.?"

The dragonslayer snapped out of it as the scythes were risen in the air, ready to strike.

The maiden and the pyromancer were probably hiding something. You found the pyromancer setting herself on fire "NO! NONE SHALL DROWN THE SECOND FIRE! IT IS OURS!!! OURS!!!"

>Resist [18-20]
>Aid the hollows, attack Lishro
>Attack the blazing pyromancer
>Look for the hiding firekeeper and maiden, kill them
>Open the feathered door, unleash the evils inside

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>188169
>Resist [18-20]
Come on.

>>188178
Damn it.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>188169

>>188188
I'm really not helping with my shit luck am I?

>>188178
>>188188

The pyromancer must die, you fired an arrow but it turned to dust when it made contact with her naked skin; the damn fire protect her.

"OURS, IT IS OURS!!" the woman of the far fire conjured a wave of fire towards you, you went through it ignoring the pain. The red scale set protect you from what could be lethal burns.

The woman managed to evade your monstrous swipe. Up close, She was defenseless. You ought to remember that.

Orros was summoning reckless waves of fire. When she grew restless, she doused herself in greater fire .Raging fire lingered with each step, she charged towards you.

>Resist [18-20]
>roll away, fire an arrow
>Embrace the pain grab her by her neck
>Swing your greatsword just before she lunge herself at you

>>188196
You know even if we willingly fought in order for us to kill ourselves, knowing my luck we would probable roll a natural 20 against our friends.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>188240

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>188240
>Resist [18-20]

>>188249
So close but yet so far. ;_;

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>188240
Trying my luck too

>>188247
>>188249

You embraced the flames and grabbed the unsuspecting woman. Her eyes widened as the fear of death was possessing her. She stared at your eyeless orbs. There was nothing. no pity...no mercy.

Only death.

Your skin was falling off of your flesh in parts, in other parts it was one with your charred set but the dark soothed the pain.

A joy sparked in your heart with her wiggling about. No wonder Regras was into this.


>Resist [18-20]
>Gouge her eyes, snap her neck
>Plummet her to death.
>Choke the life out of her

>>188276
God damn it!

>>188276
>>188280
oh snap.

well, what do?

>>188286
Take pity on us
;_;

>>188280
Snap into a rage filled fury when you remember what Regras did?

>>188280
Damn, is it too late?

>>188290
>>188276
You opened your eyes. Immense pain was coating your body. You found yourself choking Orros, She was moments away from death.

>Allow her to kill you
>Urge her to kill you
>Try to explain what happened in mere seconds [15-20]
>Leave her , try to aid Lishro
>Something else?

>>188319
>Leave her , try to aid Lishro
Let's try to fix this.

>>188319
thanks OP

>>188319
> Help Lishro

>>188351
>>188363
you set your back on Orros and shifted your attention to the dragonslayer who was barely able to stand toe to toe with now seven Scythe hollows.

It was your last mistake though, as the pyromancer summoned a large wave which drowned you in bitter flames. There was nothing to tell her that you gain control over your body.

________ YOU DIED __________


1-5 Everyone is dead, the bonfire is smothered, the evils behind the feathered door are unleashed

6-10 Everyone is dead, the bonfire is smothered.

11-15 Lishro and Orros managed to fend the sanctuary at the cost of one's/their life/lives

16-19

The sanctuary is defended, Sordine accepts his defeat and congratulates the victors. The high shard returns safely to the shrine.

20

The sanctuary is defended, Sordine is injured by Lishro/Orros. The high shard retreats to the sanctuary.

>>188319
>Leave her , try to aid Lishro

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>188404
Well it was worth a shot

>>188407
Thank the Lord!

>>188404
>retreats to the shrine
>>188407
oh goodie

>>188416
woah a 1 and a 20 all in the same day

>>188407
>>188419
>>188412
You were reborn in the fires of the sanctuary. The firekeeper was by your side. Judging by the looks of Orros and Eresle and even Kesp. you were certain that your vile actions were explained. you were not sure how though.

"There was nothing for me to scavenge but your soul, master. Our kin knew the suffering of the bare. Please, take this....I...Till next time, master" the bastard departed quietly. he gave you tattered clothes to cover yourself.

Orros didn't say anything, she glanced over your corpse while touching her bruised neck. You had nothing to say to her either. Her action and silence were justified..


The maiden was pale and sickly, her hair was a mess. Her delicate fingers were shivering "Here....." words barely escaped her lips as she gave you the soul of the watchdog.

The churning....It was gone. You were no longer branded. You didn't know why but you were glad it was done. You also gained your vision with the destruction of the bell of guidance. It was better that meeting with that old man. Seeing again felt strange and peculiar but you would get used to.

You found Lishro weeping next to your molten corpse. She didn't mind her injuries. She didn't mind anything around her "Ginzru...."

>Say something to____
>Give Lishro___
>Leave, head to____
>Something else?

>>188487
>better than

>>188487
>Tell her about the fate of Ginzru

>>188487
>Tell her about the fate of Ginzru

>>188512
>>188518
"There is nothing for you to tell; you found him...or...or rather his corpse, looted it and used his arms. Oh, Irony is indeed a twisted little creature; I spent years of my life searching for my beloved....and you. you found him in a matter of days ."


She paused to touch the charred armour of Ginzru "Nevertheless, I must thank you for giving me a closure. I didn't find a way to reach Coris and so i returned with my...failures. Alas, I have earned my rest , thanks to you. Here, take the very thing that protected this useless shell. I will no longer need it"

Lishro handled you her small Katana

>Accept
>Refuse
>Say something to her
>Something else

>>188560
>Accept

>>188560
>Refuse, tell her she still has things to protect like the Masterless Ieyo and that you really don't deserve such a thing after what just happened.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>188586
>>188617

>>188586
Switching>>188617

>>188617
You gave Lishro her gaping ring and the red scale katana after refusing her offer explaining the reason behind it.

The eastern warrior trembled in happiness as she wore her ring; a flood of fond memories washed away her sorrows. Her lips parted but she couldn't form a cohesive word until tears ran down "I-i...of course, My beloved Katana is in the right place. It is rightfully yours."

Lishro stood up, raising her Katana in the air "I, the Eastern warrior of Hanshira, will pledge myself to you, Ashen vessel. This sanctuary shall be under by protection. Should you need any aid with a stronger foe. I shall be by your side! Youl Kal Mikooh! "

>Drink with her
>Say something to her
>Say something to____
>Something else?
>>188617
i was mere moments of posting >>188586's outcome, I was also about to put another choice but i didn't want to spoil the quest in a spur-of-a-moment choice

>>188674
>Drink with her

>>188674
>Drink with her

>>188674
>Drink with her
Let's become raging alcoholics to forget our regrets.

>>188688
>>188704
>>188707
Lishro had in fact a couple of cups. She urged everyone to gather around the bonfire for a warm drink. Her merry spirit and altitude seemed to be contagious as it infected even the holiest of them all; everyone needs a brief respite from time to time.

Snitches slowly hovered to the sanctuary, he had a sack filled with goodies from Ioa's sea "I leave you for juuuust a little bit and i find you lots fighting those dark clerics without me? Dare you spill some spirit without me too?! ohohoho! you done it now!"

Lishro joyfully invited him to huddle around the bonfire and have a drink with the rest. He gladly agreed.


Laughter echoed in the sanctuary. The evil behind the feathered door went back to slumber. Mayhaps Another opportunity would rise in the future.


That was a wild ride. Thank you for your participation

>>188747
shoot.

>>188747
Thanks for running, Soul.

>>188747
Cya soul

Back.

Last night was a blast. For once, everyone had forgotten one's sorrows and regrets.

The Firekeeper was doing her best to clean the mess of yesterday. Orros seemed to possess a lot of clothes to cover her self-combustion tendencies, she huddled by the bonfire. Lishro climbed her way to the top of the sanctuary. She desired some mediation....Snitches was organizing his new goodies. He sure brought a lot of things from Ioa's sea.


With the brand gone, you ought to deal with shard Yearne and shard Boiel and of course high shard Sordine who started all of this.

The murkiness of the Black marshes , the decrepit lift of the mad's decent , the scorched black desert of the Eater of names and the hollowed tombstones of the Graves of old .....all awaited you.

>Say something to____
>Level up [we can level up once]
>Offer twisted souls of the Jailors to Eresle
>Leave, head to_____

>>190938
>Talk to Orros, make sure she's doing alright.

>>190938
>Talk to Orros, make sure she's doing alright.

>>190994
Great minds think alike eh?

>>191005
Yes.

The pyromancer was a bit dismissive at first but she started to talk "There is nothing to worry about....consider yourself that snickering fly; you have done some harm to u-me,sure. But I am willing to let it slide as long as i am around the second fire . I did kill you after all. Trot along now, there are a lot of pyromancies for us both to learn..."


>Say something to____
>Level up [we can level up once]
>Offer twisted souls of the Jailors to Eresle
>Leave, head to_____

>>190986
>>190994
hello anon

>>191017
>Offer twisted souls of the Jailors to Eresle
Then level up
Also, hello, Souls.

>>191017
oops
>>191027
level what up?

>>191034
I suggest our faith.

>>191027
>>191017
>Then talk to Snitches,the maiden, and the firekeeper.

>>191039
>>191041
You drew strength from the firekeeper. She was ever so glad that your soul is not branded.

You offered the twisted soul to the maiden "haaah....hahh...must i? Of course, I...I will s-serve you." She grabbed the twisted soul with her frail, sickly hands. She said no more as she crawled back to a dark corner.

Snitches was laying out his goodies "Oy, bruv! check this out! fresh from Ioa's sea. I don't mind another run if you know what i mea- oh wait, you don't have the souls for it. A damn shame. Well, since you are here, why don't you buy something or two? come on, you know you want it...."

You have 11000 soul

>Say something to Snitches
>Browse his goodies
>leave, head to____
>Something else?

>>191094
>Browse his goods

>>191094
>Browse his goodies

>>191107
>>191110


>x10 throwing knives -100 each
>x5 firebomb -100 each
>A spear -400
>A targeting shield -700
>A Whip -500
>x3 Dungpie -200 each
>x5 homeward bones -500 each
>x2 Lifeyearn dew -100 each
>Cursed ring of Norr -3000
>x20 feather arrows - 100 each
>A crossbow -300
>x20 wooden bolt -10 each
>Torturer key ring -8000
> Fire seed -50000
> Torturer set - 2000
> Torturer Whip - 2000
> x7 Coris black greatarrow -1000 each
> Coris Greatbow 9000
> Coris greatshield 5000
> Coris knight set 7000


>Buy____
>Leave

>>191126
>>x2 Lifeyearn dew -100 each
>>Cursed ring of Norr -3000
>>Torturer key ring -8000
My, what are these?

>>191132
I'll go with this but
>2x10 throwing knives -100 each

>>191140
he only have ten ins stock

>>191145
Then just one.

>>191132
>>191151
we have only 11000 soul, we can't buy the dew or the knives though.

>>191161
Drat.

>>191132
"Pleasure dealing with you mate."

>Cursed ring of Norr

A ring forged by Norr, the cursed Blacksmith. Like his other infamous products, this ring holds a curse of sorts. What is it? One have to find out.

>Torturer Key ring

A handful of rusty, bloodied keys. Old Lioth was Coris' infamous torturer. He and his subordinates served the king of Coris with unseen loyalty. It is said the wind never stopped carrying the cries of Old Lioth's victims.


>Say something to____
>Leave, head to____
>Something else?

>>191186
>Ask Eresle if she's ok.
I don't like the fact that she's "frail, sickly" and is in a dark corner.

>>191205
Same

>>191205
>>191228
Eresle was praying to the divines as she held the twisted souls to her bosom. Despite her shivering, she focused on her prayer. She ignored your words entirely since her soul and mind were in another medium.

>Leave, head to____
>Something else?

>>191246
>Leave, head to the Village

>>191252
The village remained the same like last time you were there; ruined, lifeless, barren with two graves for a father and his daughter.

>Head to____
>Something else?

>>191295
>Head to Ioa's Sea

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>>191328
you headed back to Ioa's sea, the sea was calm, almost silent. You wished the boat wasn't destroyed in the wake of Uzn

>head to_____
>Head /S/N/E/W
>Something else?

i wait 5-10 minutes for other anon before looking at vote(s)

>>191354
Let's check with slug lady, to speed up with her on what has happened lately.

>>191354
Slug lady

>>191365
>>191368
You approached the shipwreck with caution. Morvanne Delisis calmed her kin as you entered their domain.

"Aaaah, the conqueror of the brand arrives once more...A servant of the dark, broken....another...perished under the light. We have none to thank but you. Please, accept our memories...our pain as a gift."

Morvanne streched her dilated mouth, there was something wiggling inside her mouth.

>Accept this 'gift'
>Politely refuse

>>191414
>Accept this 'gift'
Also tell her the latest news so far.

>>191414
>Accept this 'gift'

>>191432
>>191435
The victim of the dark grabbed you by force shoving a myriad of tiny slug-like creatures down your throat via a strong kiss.

She slithered away giving you some space with her tongue sliming back to its place as you tried to cough whatever was in your insides. Flashes of wails, screams, blood and suffering echoed inside your brain.


You gained, An agonizing memory


>An agonizing memory

A peculiar memory of the slug women of Ioa's sea. Sometimes, words are not enough to express one's pain.

"You bear another curse in that ring. Ancient that one. We can remove it should you want....a handful of souls should suffice."

>Accept [you have no souls]
>Refuse
>Say something
>Something else?

>>191504
>I might accept but I do not have any souls on me. I'll gain them later.

>>191504
>"We don't have any souls, we'll be right back."
Use red eye orb.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>191517
>>191518

>>191504
>Tell her about the marsh (or wherever we went before the attack) the brand taking us over, the attack, and the brands removal.

>>191517
>>191518
>>191528
"The news of the outside world is little of intrest to us. we appreciate souls more than words. Another time we will wait for you."

You left the shipwreck, your stomach wasn't the same. You hoped this ache would pass away.

Our crossbow/longbow/bell of guidance/Corris greatsword/Ring of the lost/red scale set are one with our molten corpse in the Sanctuary thanks to Orros. Please suggest a primary and a secondary weapon(s)


>Head to____
>Head N/S/E/W
>Something else?

>>191566
Feather rapier as primary, siren whip as secondary.

>>191566
What armor sets do we have?

>>191593
currently none.

>>191586
estoc bestoc

>>191597
they butchered my favorite weapon in ds3, fuck

>>191596
So we're just walking around nude?

>>191604
>>188487

>>191613
Well damn dude.

>>191586
alright, where to next?

>>191635
>Use red eye orb

>>191635
>West

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>191643
>>191654

>>191643
this
inb4 we get ganked

>>191643
Invading another world....
Invading another world....

Invading another world as a dark spirit

.
.
.

You were spawned at the edge of a battlefield or rather, the aftermath of it. All the soldiers belonged to Coris.

They were fighting each other.


The orb showed you your target, a lonely maiden mired in blood. She appeared to mourn over the loss of her pair.

In the midst of the corpses, you heard a distant weep.

>Follow it
>Return to your world

>>191659
DS1 oroboro/giant dad/dark magic gank squad

>>191679
>follow

>>191679
>>Follow it

>>191679
>Follow it
I hope no notices that we are glowing a neon red.
>>191724
and one of them backflips nonstop

>>191734
>>191741
>>191745


Eventually, you found your target. She collapsed over her what you assumed to be her husband's corpse. A fallen knight with a myriad of injuries that no miracle can heal. You found no weapon within her reach.

>Stab her in the back with you rapier
>Strike her with your whip
>Return to you world

>>191762
>stab her in the back

>>191762
>Stab her in the back with you rapier

>>191762
>Stab her in the back with you rapier
"I'm so sorry!"
This was vastly different from our first invasion.

>>191762
>Stab her in the back with you rapier
"Sucks to suck, kiddo. Nothing personnel."

>>191774
>>191778
>>191783
>>191797

"Aaaaah! aaaa....hah.." your thrust went straight to her beating heart. Her trembling hands were yearning for her fallen husband.

She dropped dead the moment after.


_______ TARGET DESTROYED _______
+3000 soul

Triumphed, you returned back to Ioa's sea with souls from another world
>Head to____
>Head E/W/N/S
>something else?

>>191816
so....let's go to slug lady one time to fix that curse.

>>191824
I second this motion.

>>191816
Fix the curse.

>>191824
>>191836
>>191848

i am not feeling good right now; i hate to say this but we will have to end it for today. sorry for that anons

>>191858
Hey man, can't help that. Feel good soon my friend.

>>191858
All is good. Hope you feel better. Thanks for running.

>>191858
Thanks for running soul

>>191868
>>191869
>>191895
back.

You spent your newly acquired souls to break the curse off of Norr's ring. you got:


>Fourth ring of Lord Vire

A black, dull ring. holds no special power.

Lord Vire ruled a land far in the south. When the curse of the undead went rampant, He shredded his land from history's weave leaving it unscathed.

He sent one of his all powerful rings to Norr, the accursed blacksmith, to alter it...to hide its true potential

As you left the shipwreck. Once you were outside, you encountered A fallen knight of Coris with a broken sword and a frail maiden with a visible wound leaking from her chest.

>Thrust your feathered cawpier into the knight [2-20]
>Thrust your feathered rapier into the cawdien [1-20]
>Tear the maiden's flesh with the Siren's whip [10-20]
>Crack the knight's armour with the Siren's whip [15-20]
>Outrun them, head E/W/S/N
>Something else?

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>195883
>Thrust your feathered rapier into the cawdien [1-20]
Cawpier

In a single thrust you downed the fallen maiden, The knight, despite being a sluggish walking corpse, struck you in the back.

+0 Souls
You Cawed in defiance kicking the cawgressor to give yourself some space. The feather on the rapier was fluttering

>Caw your feathered rapier into the knight [2-20]
>Crack the knight's armour with the Siren's whip [15-20]
>Outrun him, head E/W/S/N
>Something else?

>>195984
hello anon.

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>196019
>Caw your feathered rapier into the knight [2-20]

>>196019
>Caw your feathered Cawpier into the Cawight.
Caw

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>196076
Whoops

>>196084
Nat
Fucking
Twenty

>>196084
Sweet

>>196076
What was left of his armour was useless as you stabbed him caw to the chest. He stood little chance to survive this blow. You didn't bother to take his broken tool.

+500 soul

Your arms were itching for a scratch....

>Head to____
>Head E/W/S/N

>>196073
hello anon

>>196113
>scratch arms then go back to Sancturary.

>>196113
>Head to Sancturary
We're not turning into a bird, right?

>>196136
Caw caw mother fucker

>>196122
>>196136
The itch wouldn't go away for a while. That Jailor of Pokent sure knew how to handle his rapier unlike you. He/it had some...grace in its ravenous thrusts. Still, You felt a great power inside the rapier....and the feathered shortsword/dagger for that caw.

You headed back to the sanctuary.

>Say something to ____
>Leave, head to___
>Something else?

>>196170
I want to talk to the maiden but I feel like we should give her some space.

>>196170
>Talk to Orros about the rapier.

>>196170
>Ask around about the kingdom of Coris
Also realize that the enemies you just encounter were the ones that you met in the invasion.

>>196201
>>196200
The pyromancer knew little of what was outside the far fire. She knew nothing about this rapier. However, she expressed some interest in your agonizing memory. You sat with her until she finished deciphering it. Orros was teeming with excitement as she unraveled this new pyromancy.

>Morvanne's Sorrow

A pyromancy created from one of the slug women in Ioa's sea, launches a torrent of small leeches and maggots to eat and to sap the flesh/blood out of the caster's foes. Absolutely useless against armored foes

You gained nothing new about Coris except from Snitches who told you about the myriad of mountains surrounding this land. Perhaps there is a passage leading to Coris via underground passage.....

>Say something to____
>Head to____
>Something else?

>>196253
Check on the maiden to see if she's doing alright.

>>196253
Let's see what the maiden is doing.

>>196264
You found the corpse of Eresle in a cold dark corner, her frail fingers held a brilliant soul. you gained Souls of the Jailors and Twisted soul of a maiden.

>Twisted Soul of a maiden

Soul of a maiden which followed the awakening chapel. The maidens of the awakening chapel are few and far between for absolute purity is a must. They purify evil, twisted souls sapping said evil into their pure souls until their body can hold no more.

Alas, this one has served her purpose.

>Say something to____
>Head to____
>Something else?

>>196314
>>Head to Pilgrim's Peak
Aw, man.

>>196314
>Head to Eater of Names
Well we were given hints that it was taking it's toll on her.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>196331
>>196360
it did it again, fuck.

>>196331
>>196360
you headed for the peak . The outskirts had various Scythe hollows guarding the shrine. they haven't noticed you just yet. The high shard is deep inside no doubt.

>Attack
>Ignore them, head to____
>Something else?

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>196420
>try to sneak past
Not sure what the roll would be, but I'm rolling anyway.

>>196420
I'll try sneak as well.

>>196439
roll?

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>196446
I'm scared

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>196420
sneak also

>>196460
>>196449
>>196429
With some luck, you managed to bypass the outer ring of the Scythe hollows. Currently, you hid yourself among the corpses of the pilgrims. There were still some guards around but their density has decreased compared to outside.

>Declare your presence, attack the scythe hollows
>use your homeward bone
>try to find an alternative way to the shrine [15-20]
>Sneak by the main entrance whenever it is possible [17-20]
>Something else?

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>196487
>try to find an alternative way to the shrine [15-20]

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>196487
>this is a sneaking mission

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>196487
>Sneak by the main entrance whenever it is possible [17-20]

So much for sneaking.

>>196495
>>196500
>>196510

!


A scythe hollow has spotted you, It wailed with anger attracting its kin. The pilgrims cowered and curled in fear as the hollows with the scythes were swarming towards you.

>Homeward bone out [10-20]
>Attempt to run away [15-20]
>Stand and fight
>Something else?

>>196531
>Stand and fight

>>196531
>Stand and fight
Let's be quiet about this.

You didn't chose the coward's way. By the looks of it, the odds weren't on your side.


>keep whipping your Siren's whip around you to make them keep their distance [16-20]
> CAW [[2-20]
>Homeward bone out [10-20]
>Attempt to run away [15-20]
>Something else?

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>196576
>keep whipping your Siren's whip around you to make them keep their distance [16-20]

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>196576
>CAW [[2-20]
>"That's no pickle-pee!"

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>196578
>>196590

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>196576
>CAW

>>196578
>>196590
Your whips failed to keep you safe. Soon, you were shredded to death for your transgression.

______ YOU DIED _____

You were reborn in the emberless ash of the Ashen end. Kesp sat next to you, waiting for his payment in silence. By now, he probably found it useless to talk you out of dying in dangerous areas.

>Give him____
>Attack him instead

>>196614
>>196619
shoot

>>196619
>Give him savage axe.

>>196619
>Give him savage axe.

>>196677
>>196674
OH YEAH! MACHO MADNESS

>>196674
>>196677
alright.

i guess that's it for today, thank you for your participation

Item description is not only for flavor text, keep that in mind

>>196695
Cya tomorrow my man.

>>196695
Cya soul

>>196695
See you later.

Just caught up reading the archives while on lunch at work. Look forward to participating. Going great so far, Soul.

>>196706
>>196710
>>196712
back sorry for the delay. we will start in mere minutes

>>202245
hello anon, I hope you will enjoy this session.

Lifeless, the Ashen End was. You wondered what was it like in times of old. The fleeting thought vanished as you decided your next move.

>Head to____
>Head N/S/E/W
>Something else?

>>202681
>Head to Eater of Names

File: Shard Yerne.png (333 KB, 1033x2191)

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You headed towards the bridge to reach the woods. It was then when you have realized that shard Yerne was blocking the way. With your brand gone, She would try to kill you on sight.

>Proceed, fight Shard Yerne
>Head somewhere else
>Something else?

>>202695
hello anon.

>>202731
Hey soul
>Fight Shard Yerne
Might as well thin their numbers.

>>202755
The shard twitched her head when she sensed your presence, Her sword sent a howling burst almost knocking you on your feet. The curved sword dragged Yerne towards you, She flipped twice in the air before crushing the ground beneath her.

The curved sword snickered

A small ring was formed around you two. It would constrict your moment in the fight Rotten hands from the abyss rose from the ground. Slowly, they were closing on you two.

Yerne extended her sword, Her head stopped twitching, a wicked smile was drawn of her face instead.

> CAW [2-20]
>Homeward bone out [10-20]
>Try to shatter what little armor has had with your Siren whip [14-20]
>Attempt to escape the ring of the abyss [19-20]
>Something else?

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>202825
>Try to shatter what little armor has had with your Siren whip [14-20]

>>202859
The Siren whip wailed upon impact, you had to cover your ear. The wail was too loud for its own right. It did break Shard's armour. Yerne retaliated with an upward slash, you rolled away from it just in time.

The back of your feet accidentally touched the blazing abyss behind you. A simple touch caused a n immense pain but you had little time to register it; your mind was busy dodging Yerne's relentless Slashes.

The sword was growing impatient.

The ring was inching to the center yearning for your flesh and soul

>CAW [2-20]
>Try to maintain some space between you and the shard [10-20]
>Homeward bone out [10-20]
>Whip Yerne in the chest, bleed her [13-20]
>Attempt to coil her foot with your whip [15-20]
>Attempt to escape the ring of the abyss [19-20]
>Attempt to yank the curved sword from her twisted arm [20]
>Something else?

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>202951
> CAW [2-20]
Become a bird

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>202951
>CAW
BECOME BIRB

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>202951
>CAW [2-20]
What's the worst thing that could happen

>>202974
>>202985
>>202990


The feathered rapier fluttered, you felt a great power devour the rest of your- CAW!!

CAAAAW CAW!!! CAAAW CAW...
Fly... away
C...A...W.
for it is your curse.
CAW?
to guard the dreamchaser

CAW!!! CAWW!!!

Become a new jailor for the living dream

C..A

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.
.
.
.

>CAW
>CAW CAW [10-20]
>CAAAWWWW!!!! CAAAWWWW!!!! [15-20]
>CAW?

Pokent

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>203033
>>CAAAWWWW!!!! CAAAWWWW!!!! [15-20]
Fly away now, fly awayyyyyy

>>196695
>>202990
>>202985
>>202974

>Feathered Dagger/rapier/Shortword

Accursed weapons forged by Norr, the cursed Blacksmith. Greatly increase one's strength and dexterity. A strange power was bestowed upon this blacksmith. These set of weapons would slowly turn their wielders into beasts ...

As dreadful as this might be, it was a blessing in disguise....

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>203033
>CAW CAW [10-20]
Local Man Turns to Bird

>>203057
HOLY SHIT I FORGOT! Well at least now we're angels.

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>203033
> CAW CAW [10-20]

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46 KB PNG

>>203081
>>203066
>>203053


CAW... CAW?

CAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWW!!!!! CAAAAAAWWW

_____The High Winds of Pokent _______

"Yet another beast to come to my lord's domain...You blind beast...The high winds belongs to my lord. If you wish to shed these feather....dare and fight the lord of the high winds....Pokent. A vessel are you? well even in a dream, You will not vanish...you die over and over to my lord. Best of luck, foul beast."

>CAW....
>CAW CAW/CAW/CAW/CAW
>CAW?

>>203126
>CAW?
[confused in CAW]

>>203126
The shard must be confused as hell in what just happened.

>>203144
>>203152

"You deserve no sympathy from me, Agent of Livendagen. If I had limbs, I would have shredded you to bits...damn this useless head. Now go, Flap your pretty wings somewhere else."


>CAW!! CAW!!
>CAW...
>CAW CAW/CAW/CAW/CAW
>CAW?

>>203177
>CAW!! CAW!!

>>203177
> CAW!! CAW!!

File: Lord of the high wind, Pokent.png (2.35 MB, 2222x1922)

2.35 MB PNG

>>203192
>>203200
CAW!! CAW!!

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.
.

CAW?

"Ignorant beast, My cage- as humiliating as it is- protects me from the likes of you. Your petty rapier wouldn't-"

"Guide the vessel...to me."


CAW....C....AAAA.....W

CAW.

CAW.

"Greetings young one, I am Pokent, the lord of the high winds....You have seen my corpse down in the real world. Weak, fragile ...clutching to a Pathetic mean of life. Here, in my dream, I am a mighty Lord ruling the endless skies of my dreams...."

C....caaaw.

"I have escaped , Life...death, they are meaningless to me. I forged my own path out of the cycle...I expect you to do the same. The path of fire....the path of dark. It will repeat itself over and over again. I dream of a world free of these shackles. Livendagen had a vision, no doubt but She was a foul...."


" She feared my powers shackling me in this 'controlled' dream. I only desire for a hand in the living world. One that will help me to transcend us all into the dream world; no death no suffering....just dreams of glory, Speak. I await your words"

C-c-caw Feather fell off of your skin, your beak was no more. You felt that this was something temporary. You stood before a mighty bird, Pokent himself in the vast emptiness of the skies.

>Accept
>Refuse
>Fight The lord of the high winds, Pokent
>Something else?

>>203289
>Accept, what does he need?

>>203289
What exactly does he need?

>>203331
>>203300

[/blue] "I do not require petty flames or other squabbles. I require the soul of my Sister, Livendagen, the souls of our Ill brother Kanii of the twisted dreams...and a timeless seed from the first Archtree. With those, I shall render everything anew. I seek no trickery with you, Vessel of Ash. I recognize and respect your role in this play and so I am to warn you...Pledging yourself as another Dreamer will not renew neither the age of fire nor the age dark..." [/blue]

>Accept
>Refuse
>Fight him
>Something else?

>>203345
shoot

>>203345
>Accept

>>203289
Does he know where these things are?

>>203382
he has been imprisoned for a long time, he knows little of the real world.

>>203390
Oh well, accept anyways. Maybe we can update him with the latest while were here.

"Thank you for taking the reasonable choice, your words shall not go unrewarded...."

+200000 Soul

You have joined the Dreamers of Pokent. You can enter dreams of certain creatures and other mighty souls. Any acquired dreams can be deciphered immediately

>Dreamer's Flame/Staff/Tailsman

Tools bestowed upon you by Pokent himself, said tools resides in your mind.

Pokent has little intrest for brute force. The colours of magic always caught his intrest.

>Dreamer's armour

A transparent armour bestowed upon you by Pokent himself, While it is not existent in the real world, It is a mighty mean of protection when transversing twisted nightmares.

>Say something to Pokent
>Politely ask to return to the living world
>something else?

>>203425
>Thank him for the opportunity and ask him what he knows of the Shards, if anything.

>>203425
>Politely ask to return to the living world
At least he asked for consent.

>>203425
Ask him what does he remember from the real world.

>>203443
>>203454
>>203471
" I am afraid i know little of the agents of the dark as for myself...I remember little. I do remember death...my last moments I dreamed of a another fate. My sister shared the same path as i did except that she would consume dreams of young and old, men and dragons. We fail to cherish what we have until it is gone. As for my brother. He went beyond death and time as a mere bait to rise a new dark lord....how foolish those shards were. Dreams are NOT meant to be consumed or altered. both my sister and my brother paid the price for it..."

The Dreamchaser sent you back to the sanctuary to ensure your safety. The firekeeper sensed something strange in your arrival. You quickly washed it off blaming the curse of the feathered weapons.

Soon, she would taste betrayal....

.

Well now, i think i will end it here. Thank you for your participation. today's session was nice.