>>472870
Woah. That's a lot more color than I wanted.

>>472870
>Charging towards another man

>>472870
> ...facing off against something inhuman.

>>472870
>> ...facing off against something inhuman.

writing for inhuman

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...facing off against something inhuman.

The man points you towards it. Between you and a burning treeline, stands a beast born from a maggot’s dream.

Its sickly yellow eyes glare straight at the man. A terrible smile adorns half its entire face - gleeful looking, as if the swaying of its long pale tongue counted down the seconds it knew its prey had left. What little fur that still clings to its body wisps away into the air, revealing the stark bones underneath.

The creature stands on its hind legs, reaching a height twice that of any man. It bellows a deafening challenge at the man and jumps into a sprint at him!

The man roars back, “You’re mine now!”

Ah. It was his voice that woke you.

You can feel what he’s doing. He’s digging his heels into the dirt. Is he getting ready to fight it head-on? He’s half its size and can be nowhere near as fast as any feral beast - abomination or not.

> Don’t do anything. See what he’ll do.
> You have to try something. Now!
> Focus. Try to glean more. What’s happening here?

>>472945
Just realized the difference between the 1st and 3rd option may be unclear

Replace third option with this one
> Try to glean more from the terrain. What's happening here?

>>472945
> Don’t do anything. See what he’ll do.

>>472945
>don't do anything, see what he will do.

>>472945
>> You have to try something. Now!

writing for don't do anything

The monster leaps at the man, trailing dust behind it.

As soon as it’s off the ground, the man bursts forward and swings you up vertically, catching one of its back legs.

He’s rewarded with another glass-shattering howl from its maw. It falls onto its forelegs and rolls.

You’re covered in a horrible icor that runs slowly down your fuller.

The man capitalizes. He leaps towards the beast, holding you high above his head.

It rolls back onto its feet, further away from him. You hit the ground, kicking up dust 3 feet high.

Without even glancing at the thing, the man hops to his right. Four wicked claws whiz by where he once stood. He spins and sends you straight into one side of the creature’s foreleg and through the other. The same foreleg was aimed at his left side. As the leg is severed, it gouges the man’s left arm.

The man lets out a staccato shout as the monster wails again, more of a whimper this time and jumps back, giving itself space from the man. Its limb is still in front of the man. He swipes you backwards, flinging the ichor off of you.

It lands in the fire and makes a bubbling hiss as it dampens the flames. The fire has spread beyond the treeline and into the grassy clearing where the man and monster have been fighting.

The blazes surround the two in a wide ring.

Another scream from the creature. It kicks off into a run straight at the man, regardless of its missing leg.

“Shit. Shit! Shit!” He lunges into the fire!

As the man sprints through the flames, gripping onto you with an iron fist, you can hear the inhuman monstrosity let out a bellow. This one is long and low. You see it standing behind the flames, its tongue swaying. It won’t follow him into the fire.

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As the man sprints through the flames, gripping onto you with an iron fist, you can hear the inhuman monstrosity let out a bellow. This one is long and low. You see it standing behind the flames, its tongue swaying. It won’t follow him into the fire.

His breathing is growing ragged, and he’s sheathed you in favor of holding his injuries. He runs further into the forest, until he reaches parts that haven’t yet caught fire. Even then, he continues to rush onwards for a good 15 minutes.

Finally, he slows down and pushes himself up against a tree. He’s wheezing in oxygen by the lungful. Gingerly holding up the wounded arm, he lifts his hand from it to take a look.

“Oh… god..! Damn it! Not again!” he screams into the air. His head falls down, chin against chest, silently cursing to himself.

> Try to speak to him. You have questions you want answers to. (Anything specific? If not, that’s fine too)
> Let him finish doing what he has to before you try contacting him.
> Stay silent. He doesn’t need to know you exist.

>>473057
>> Stay silent. He doesn’t need to know you exist.

>>473057
Considering the intro, he was probably saying those things to the beast. Meaning that he doesn't know we exist.

So the question is, what do we do about it?

Personally I think we should:
>stay silent, meditate on the mans wounds and the power that resides inside of us. Remembering what we are and our capabilities.

writing for silence

“Natan… Minol… Tamet…” He’s still whispering to himself.

“Crebor too… Crebor…!” Maybe they’re his gods. Tears are rolling down his face now. He picks himself up and walks further into the forest, away from where the fight took place.

Without a battle to watch, you take the time to inspect your wielder. His big mouth is framed by a growing stubble. His nose is long and crooked in the center as if it were broken multiple times and had just decided not to heal back correctly. It probably has if that last fight was anything to go off of. His eyes are currently darkened by the shadow of his square brow. You have no doubt that it’s bloodshot from his crying, however. His dark brown hair looks almost black in the night and has been left to grow wild, although it looks as if someone had tried to hack off the ends a bit.

He’s wobbling in crooked lines now. The blood loss is probably getting to him.

When he wielded you against the beast, you could feel the entirety of his body. Every footfall, every breath felt as if it were yours. His movements were fluid and sure - natural. The link between you and him was seamless. Your blade was vibrating as he was injured, you’re sure of that.

However, as soon as he sheathed you, that connection was gone. Now you feel none of it. The only thing you can feel is the scabbard and… a few drops of that ichor mixed with his blood still on your blade.

His sweat is mixing with the cool air and steaming. He’s shaking now, either from the agony of the wound or the cold. Maybe both.

With a few final steps, he trips over a large root. You notice his breathing is getting shallower.

He slowly rises to his feet and continues.

> Let him be. Think a little bit more.
> Focus on the hand that had grabbed you from the nothingness. Try to re-establish that connection as when he had wielded you.
> Feel the blood and ichor. Let it seep into you.

>>473149
>> Let him be. Think a little bit more.

>>473149
>Let him be. Think a little bit more.
Recall, if there was such a thing, the time before the darkness, when we were last wielded, and ponder over how we came to be here.

Examine our surroundings, and ponder over what has changed.

Examine our wielder, more deeply this time - judge him as a warrior and as a man, and ponder over whether he is worthy of wielding us.

>>473157
This.

mkay writing for think a bit more

>>473167
This thread is now Normal Sword Quest

The man suddenly stops between two trees whose branches have grown intertwined. He pulls on a branch and a bag falls from the forest canopy above. He grabs a roll of thick cloth from the bag before peeling off his gambeson. Another foray into the bag produces a bunch of rolled up jerky, which he quickly tosses into his mouth, and a vial of some clear liquid.

He upends the vial on the gashes that take up most of his left bicep. The jerky helps to stifle his scream. The bandages are hastily rolled over the wound and tied up with a leather strip off the front of his gambeson.

You watch it in its entirety. He has experience with this, it’s clear. He knows how to take a hit, excepting that he nearly died from blood loss on the way here, but he didn’t go down straight away when he took it.

Whatever names he was invoking when he was crying is his own business. At least he didn’t let it get him killed. Strange, thinking how this is the same man that stared a living nightmare in the eye and roared back...

Also talented in combat as you had seen earlier. He knew exactly how to use you and where to strike. You very much doubt that any other man could have cut a limb off of that thing with only a scratch to the arm - wait.

Any... other… any… other…? You can’t remember anyone other than this man.

How did you even get into that void?

Were you… what were you before he grabbed you?

You are a sword.

The man draws you from his scabbard. You feel that sensation again - fire rushing through your metal body. And then you are connected again. You hum as his nerves start registering in your... head? Do swords have heads?

He's holding a torch in a bush. He’s starting another fire.

As soon as the flames catch onto the foliage, he treks off a different way and breaks into another clearing.

“Another try,” he mutters as he rotates, watching the trees catch fire again.

> Stop him. He’ll get himself killed!
> This man is obviously linked to your escape from the darkness. Without him, you are alone. Offer him an exchange of your aid for whatever knowledge he might have.
> Whatever grudge this man and beast have for each other are trifling. You have questions and neither obviously have the answer. Help the beast off this man and kill it as well.

>>473318
> Whatever grudge this man and beast have for each other are trifling. You have questions and neither obviously have the answer. Help the beast off this man and kill it as well.

>>473318
>Resolve to aid him even if he is in need, regardless of whether he asks you to or not. Otherwise, remain dormant.
We are a sword. That is what swords do.

>>473334
We may be a sword, but that's just retarded. The entire quest would just be a yes man quest. No reason to even run it from a qm standpoint.

>>473318
>Other

Try to establish a mental connection to communicate with the man.

>>473334
>>473338
Yes, pondering all the time would get pretty boring fast I think.

>>473349

Alright, so I got three very different votes, so unless I get a tie-breaker, I'm just going to roll dice

>>473318
>> Whatever grudge this man and beast have for each other are trifling. You have questions and neither obviously have the answer. Help the beast off this man and kill it as well.

>>473354
I'll support the mental connection.

>>473338
This is probably true, though I'd imagine it would be interesting to explore the tale of a sentient blade finding its place in the world from the moment of first awakening.

I don't really want to go completely bloodthirsty right off the bat (especially since we'll find it hard to get our answers even after the man and beast are dead, lacking any apparent way to move around).

I'll switch to >>473349 instead.

Doing nothing is boring and killing them both is retarded.

well shit, people are posting right as I am, gimme a sec

>>473371
Maky, that makes sense. Yo op if the voting is closed can you put in an option to establish a mental connection after your done writing the action scene?

Alright. So mental connection then. Writing for real this time.

Bumpin

Standing there, the man doesn’t seem so bothered by his injured arm anymore. He takes a breath deep into his chest.

“I’M HERE!” It’s ringing almost as if it were singing.

With each second that passes, his heart rate climbs higher until you feel as if your own steel blade would burst with the anxiety. The flames are growing hotter…

They dance in and around the long finger-like tree trunks.

You notice that all the trees seem to be swaying inwards, closing in on the palm that is this clearing. How the smoke sails towards this one area.

“ANOTHER!” I accept only the most adept.

A doleful cry follows a cloud of dust and ash from the fire in the forest.

He looks much like he did when you first saw him. You can clearly see his eyes now. They’re yellow.

As the last strands of smoke float away from the clearing, a leg steps out of the dust.

It’s grin seems to widen even further. It’s tail is wagging menacingly slowly. The tongue drags along the ground. It’s pale canary eyes judging every breath.

The monster releases a thunderous bark. It storms towards the man.

He swipes left as he steps to the right. Your tip draws a line through its side. A gush of that thick black pus is drawn on your blade once again.

The ashen beast tries a chomp towards his midsection. He rolls over the thing’s back and chops off its tail.

The abomination bellows again before kicking backwards with its hind legs. The man promptly hops back and retaliates with a thrust into the beast’s knee.

A mistake. You’re caught in bone now, he can’t pull you out in time. The single front leg catches him across the chest.

He falls back. His grip on you is lost. The monster lets out a few abrupt barks. As if it were laughing at him. Mocking him with its cheshire smile.

From your position behind the beast, you can see into the man’s eyes. Bright yellow, reflecting the burning forest.

“LEMIRION WILL CARRY YOU BACK TO HELL HIMSELF!” These ashes will adorn your casket.

LEMIRION

You cut through the monster’s knee. His back leg explodes into inky fluids and blinding white bone bits.

The roar it releases from its jaws of jagged teeth crack the air.

You fly into the man’s left hand. He lunges up as the fire just starts to lap at his back. And you pierce the creature’s skull straight through to the other side.

Yes! Good!

“Aye.. very good indeed…” he huffs.

ABSOLUTELY - wait.

What?

“What?”

And with that I leave off for today.

Thanks for being here for my first quest guys. If you feel like asking a question go ahead. (Or if you want to critique, I want that stuff too).

Here's my Twitter for this quest https://twitter.com/Floor_QM

I'll probably run again the day after tomorrow

Shame ya wrote so little before you called quits

I also don't know how your going to make this concept interesting and engaging. Seems a bit odd.

>>473695
Yeah, I'm trying to work out some ideas. Don't worry, I don't plan on keeping the sword just some dude's tool forever. Gaining enough power to have more freedom is something that will naturally happen.

Beginning again, looking over some things, next post imminent

Strange. Can he hear your thoughts?

“I can hear you. Where are you? Come out, it’s dangerous to stay in a burning forest!”

Down here.

He looks down, searching around at waist height. Maybe he thinks it was a child that had gotten lost.

No, in your hand.

One of his brows arches up as he holds you up and stares at you. “The sword…?”

Yes, it’s me.

“Wh- How?”

I’ve been hoping that you would tell me.

“I’ve heard stories of men that go insane and believe that they can hear their swords…” He heaves out a slow breath. “I didn’t think madness would take me so soon.”

Can hallucinations have their own thoughts and consciousness? I am as real as that creature you just slew. I am the steel you hold in your hand.

He glances at the corpse of the monster. It’s dissolving into the night sky. The flames surrounding the both of you are receding and dying as if they were tied to the beast’s life itself.

I have questions for you.

The man simply stares at you. Perhaps he’s still wondering about the soundness of his state of mind.

"Ask."

> Who are you?
> Do you know who I am?
> What was that monster?
> Other?

>>480524

>Who are you?

>>481876
Supporting

>>480524
>Who are you?
> What was that monster?
> Other?

Where are we?

Maybe that will give us a hint to our origins

>>480524
>Where are we?
>Who are you?

>>482490
Backing this one