>>1829728
> Take Lex’s shift driving

>>1829728
>> Take Lex’s shift driving

>>1829755
>>1829743

Calling it in 5 minutes.

>>1829728
Switching to
> Enter Lex’s room

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>>1829760
>>1829755
>>1829743

Do I even need to say at this point?

>>1829728
>Enter lex's room

>>1829778
>>1829760
>>1829755
>>1829743

Called.

>>1829728
>> Take Lex’s shift driving

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>>1829781
>>1829778
>>1829760
>>1829755
>>1829743

You decide that you should check up on Lex, the old man doesn’t seem the type to miss his shift. More than that, he’d been avoiding everyone for a while regardless.

Moving towards his room, you knock on the door. But nobody answers. Knocking again a second time yields the same result. Aside from Hona’s intake of breath there’s total silence throughout the cabin, so you decide to enter the room.

The room is dark and you swear you can almost feel the smoke of cigarettes left smothered rubbing against your skin, but despite the darkness and the cramped quarters, the first thing you notice is Lex lying on his bed. He doesn’t look all too healthy, and the fact that he hasn’t changed out of his clothes seems unlike him. On top of THAT his eyes are rolling and sweat coats his skin like some kind of Fever Dream.


> [WORRY] Dream Walk

> [CURIOSITY] Wake him and ask what’s wrong

> [PITY] Leave and Take his shift

> Write-in

>>1829901
> [WORRY] Dream Walk

>>1829901
>WORRY] Dream Walk

>>1829901
>> [WORRY] Dream Walk

>>1829901
> [WORRY] Dream Walk
Hooe his not having some catzy dream sex

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>>1829910
>>1829951
>>1829956
>>1829963

I'll just go ahead and say...
This vote is pretty much called.
Pretty much... Unanimously. If you will.

>>1829983
Writing soon.
Forget THAT note.

>>1829983
Who are you and what have you done with star!!???

Also its rare that this happens

>>1829994
I have assumed direct control.

>>1829998
For people who are not aware, I am helping out Star in the writing of the Quest, from this point forward. I'll do my best!

>>1830004
>>1829998
>>1829994
>>1829985
>>1829983
>>1829963
>>1829956
>>1829951
>>1829910

Writing.

For those unaware Aleera has all my notes of world building setting plot and lore. So if I die or something equally as terrible she can either explain what was going on or continue Starborn.

3/10 Coup.

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>>1830004
>>1829998
>>1829994
>>1829985
>>1829983
>>1829963
>>1829956
>>1829951
>>1829910

Focusing all of your being on the wrinkled space between Lexington’s clouded green eyes, you think of that old gnarled door in your head. Picturing every warped little etching and detail, you suddenly find yourself propelled through it.

Soon you’re standing back in that endless graveyard with the dank frigid air. Looking around, the air feels different - as if it were alive and thriving. As more of the world seems to form around you, you begin running up the hill as some kind of danger sense warns you that not everything is as it seems.

The Mausoleum on the hill. That’s where everything will be answered, but as you push yourself into a sprint you begin to see signs of discord. Scorch marks paint the ground in long streaks, like ominous guides to your destination. The gravestones by your side are chipped, shattered or melted and the formerly dead lifeless air is taking a fiery taste in your mouth.

If you didn’t like fire you’d probably be uncomfortable, but when you skid to a halt on top of the hill you’re in your atmosphere. But you see Lexington clutching his spear to stay upright and locking his glowing eyes away from you. Teeth gritted in exertion as he defends the mausoleum and it’s glittering interweaving chains.

With eerily silent flaps, the gigantic wings of the dragon move up and down; holding it’s frame in place as it’s ancient eyes look at Lexington’s resistance with a mix of fury, disgust and dismissal. You can feel something going on between them in the very core of your body, but this is a magical duel. Not one that you can help in.. or can you?

You maimed this dragon once before in the real world… maybe there’s something you can do here?

> Maybe if I unsealed Lex’s power again

> Is this because of the wards he put on me? Maybe I could undo them.

> Maybe if I drag them into my dreamscape I could do something

> Write-In

>>1830183
>> Maybe if I drag them into my dreamscape I could do something

>>1830183
> Maybe if I drag them into my dreamscape I could do something

>>1830183
>> Maybe if I unsealed Lex’s power again

>>1830250
>>1830225
>>1830219

2d20 -3 please.

Rolled 9, 4 + 3 = 16 (2d20 + 3)

>>1830311

Rolled 5, 4 + 3 = 12 (2d20 + 3)

>>1830311

Dice are always a problem! Here to assist!

Rolled 4, 12 + 3 = 19 (2d20 + 3)

>>1830311
Welp, here goes.

Rolled 6, 12 - 3 = 15 (2d20 - 3)

>they can't into format

>>1830325
>>1830320
>>1830316

6 & 9

...

Not good enough.

>>1830334
Too late friendo.

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Pulling together all the willpower you can, you reach out to both Lexington and the ancient dragon and begin trying to draw them into your own mind; yanking at them with all the force you can possibly muster with your untrained dreamwalking abilities. You let out a savage grunt as you feel a block, an almost tangible limit on your ability that stops you dead.

When you open your eyes from the strain both Lexington and the Dragon are staring at you, “The fuck was that supposed to be?” He demands.

But the sheer venom in the dragon’s gaze as it stares right through you has you physically reeling, you know it’s name. It is Balthazaar, you know it’s motive - revenge and the righting of the natural order. You know it’s location. You know what it’s learned about you. You know what it’s doing as soon as it fades from this dream…

He’s coming.

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>>1830471

“So let me get this straight, you just intervened in a contest of magic between me and a dragon. In my own demense. Not only did you fuck up my concentration; you put it’s focus on you - which is EXACTLY what I made myself sick avoiding.” He summons up a cigarette already lit from thin air, “Please Purps, tell me exactly why you thought it’d be wise to fuck with magical stuff when you’re magically inert?”

> [FRUSTRATION] I was trying to save you asshole!

> [PRIDE] I was going to drag it into my head where we could kill it!

> [WORRY] I thought you were dying! Have you seen how you look in our world?

> Write-In

>>1830477
> [WORRY] I thought you were dying! Have you seen how you look in our world?

>>1830477
>> [WORRY] I thought you were dying! Have you seen how you look in our world?

>>1830477
>> [WORRY] I thought you were dying! Have you seen how you look in our world?

>>1830477

> [FRUSTRATION] I was trying to save you asshole!

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>>1830505
>>1830494
>>1830489
>>1830478

“Because I thought you were dying.” You monotone at him, squaring up to him as if you’re going to fight, “Because outside of this world of self pity you’re a corpse, shivering and shaking on your bed like some senile old man.”

“Have you considered that maybe I am, an old man?” Lex fires back with steel in his gaze, “That maybe I’d finally go out on my terms; saving a young girl from a dragon is a pretty fucking noble death!”

Poking him right in the sternum, you accost him further, “Obsessing over your death isn’t exactly helping you. You’re not dying while I’m here, even if it kills me.”

You are repulsed back by his glare, thrown across the cobblestone graves to land in a combat stance, “I don’t give a damn what you fuckin’ want Purps. I’ll die when I’m good and gods damned ready.”

“Like it or not, I’m your bodyguard and you’re my scribe.” You spit. “We’re in your dreamscape, so you want to experience death? Well fine, I’ll kill you. Again and again until you realize, that you’ve got responsibilities.”

The word to describe the expression on his face is murderous, with a raised hand a spike of solid rock rises from the earth and embeds itself perfectly in your throat with a pathetic rasp. “YOU THINK I DON’T KNOW?” He screams at you, while a sword appears from thin air and embeds itself in your dream self’s leg. “WHY DO YOU THINK I DIDN’T HANG MYSELF?” The graveyard begins to shake, “WHY DO YOU THINK I WANTED YOU TO DO IT WHEN WE MET?”

With a slashing gesture, his hand cuts clean through your hips and with a spurt of blood you are left hanging with an impaled throat; strips of flesh and guts hanging down with rains of blood and gore. He stares into your red eyes, one of the few who can hold that cold gaze with nary a flinch. For once it is you who cowers from another’s eyes as your realize how truly powerless you are right now, “I’m aware of my duty. To Luc, you, my debt to Honamurei, my duty to resist Senator Carlisle - that’s right I know his fucking name. I know my duty to be here in case of a magical catastrophe, I know my duty to the fey, to the spirits, to the living, to the wizards, starborn, shamans and orphans.” You try to look up opening the wound in your throat up in the sheer fight or flight response to the seemingly insane wizard, but he drags your gaze to him with his old scarred hands, clutching your skull enough to crack your jawbone; “Power is a fucking prison Purps. You’re in it, I am too. Our duty is to survive and fight. Don’t ever accuse me of forgetting it - I’m not the one who forgets who I am here.”

You awake to pain in your head where your face hit the floor.
Lexington’s breathing is no longer laboured. You see nothing but Honamurei standing in the doorframe with concern.

> [FEAR] Flee
> [PITY] Lex, I’m sorry I had no idea.
> [PRIDE] Who do you think you are?
> Write-In

>>1830899
>> [PRIDE] Who do you think you are?
This nigga

>>1830899
>> [PRIDE] Who do you think you are?
time for that sweet crit rolls

>>1830899
>> [FEAR] Flee

>>1830899
>> [PITY] Lex, I’m sorry I had no idea.

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>>1832338
>>1831380
>>1831077
>>1831013

"Who do you think you are Lex?" You growl, both of you sitting up in synchronicity, "You think that you're special - that you're the only one who's feeling the pressure of what they are?"

"No I think I'm old man who's earned the right to be pissed off at having to march off to fight every Tom Dick Harry and monster that you piss off-"

"I think you'll find you tried running away before we me.t I think you'll find I'm here to make sure you don't have to go out and fight."

"Well that'd be grand if you werne't so fuckin' naive about everythin.'"

The volume of your shouting increases and is far from understandable, but it is interrupted by your lover, "Both of you shut up!" She roars, allowing her vocal chords to open up in the unique way that let's her speak giant. Her uusually high lilting cadence replaced by an outright beastial voice that sielnces the chamber. "You're going to wake Luc." She warns in her normal trill.

"Outside." Lexington commands standing and storming past you like a man a tenth of his age. Upon following him through the common room and emerging into the starlit night, he barely waits a breath to pick up where he left off. "I'm looking after you - ecause you don't know how this world works. you don't know what you can't fuck with and what ye can. You're just gonna get yerself killed." He pauses and you offe rhim a cigarette from your pocket. Despite being crushed form your fall he gladly takes it. "So when someone who's one a the burdens I've taken on - starts tellin' me how t' live my life? Mayhaps made me a tad angry."

You note that as he calms down from his rage, his voice is less fiery, loud and echoey. In fact he now sounds like the Lex you know and like. A older guys who's intelligent insightful but battered down. Also his weird accent is back, so you think Honamurei defuse the tension pretty well.

> [PRIDE] If I don't know what I need to, teach me.

> [DETEMRINATION] Maybe we disagree on what I should deal with. But I'm going to try and bring down anything I see fit to.

> [CURIOSITY] Is duty all that keeps you alive, really?

> Write-In

>>1832802

Not bad for a phonepost, but a couple typos. Sorry guys.

>>1832802
>> [CURIOSITY] Is duty all that keeps you alive, really?

>>1832802

> [CURIOSITY] Is duty all that keeps you alive, really?

>>1832802
>> [PRIDE] If I don't know what I need to, teach me.

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>>1832923
>>1832871
>>1832867

"Is it really only duty keeping you alive Lex?" You ask as you take a seat next to him. Honestly, he just looks kind of defeated as he sits there smoking.

The silences stretches and stretches, growing and opening like a gaping wound between the two of you.

"Some days aye." He admits eventually, "Some days I think there's nothing left for me - just an old man who's killed everyone he's cared for."

A simple hand on the shoulder and nod is all you can offer, "Other days I feel like I've not found my purpose yet. That I'm supposed to do something else with ma time. So I throw meself into my studies... looking for the big breakthrough I'm suppose ta make..."

He looks at you, "Sorry for being a bastard. But... I just stared down a dragon for ye and ye fucked it up fer both of us. Gods know what he knows. Feels like ya spat in my face a little..." He sighs, "Still doesn't justify the dream murderin'"

You try to vocalize a response, but he holds up a hand. "I'm rabling. Let's just act like I was pissin' when it was my shift and I was a little late." He produces the magical coin and the wagon lurches into life. Bringing you closer to the next town; an unremarkable little place called Mido.

> [WORRY] You know, I worry I'm going to outlive everyone. Hona, Luc, You. I get where you're coming from.

> [LOVE] Sit in silence with him for his shift

> [LUST] Take Hona to bed

> Write-In

>>1833206
>> [LOVE] Sit in silence with him for his shift

>>1833206
>> [LOVE] Sit in silence with him for his shift

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>>1833212
>>1833642

There's not much to be added, so you simply light up a cigarette of your own in silence. Before he can protest you give a look that makes it plain your company is mandatory. The old man's face spreads in a lazy smile as the two of you simply look onto the horizon as the wagon lazily makes it's way South.

A little small ball of... something is summoned by your emotions right now but instead of obsessing over it you settle on simply being there for your friend. The fact he felt how he does is troubling to you, but worry only drove him further into it... so you'll be here. To support him and stand beside him

He won't have to worry about anymore bloodshed tonight.

It is when Dawn arrives, Minerva's awakening giving you a burst of power that tingles your skin despite being slumped against Lexington's shoulder in half sleep, that you see the trouble ahead.

Mido lies an hour's wagon trip away; it's all downhill from here and the thick black smoke billowing into the pinkened sky cannot lie. "Wake Hona and the boy. This won't be pretty."

> Continued Sunday or Monday

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>>1834852

The four of you stand at the cres of the hill, weapons at the ready a syou watch a small figure swoop and glide upon the buffetting currents above the town. Gunfire and screams act as the mornings melody, the start of the day marking the end of many's lives.

You smell it on the air, stronger than anywhere else; the influence of Darna. That cloying dank stench, the smell that brings back memories of beign trapped in a dark wet well... memories that you're unsure belong to you or Minerva. But your veins thrum with fire at the potential purging of cannibals.

"There's Darnites down there." You tell them, "I guess the rebels are attacking Mido."

Lexingtons continues looking straight forward, "If they're being this bold there must have been opportunity; or something work such an overt attack in there. We don' know what we're walking into here."

"Vhat I hear is the same bastards who attacked my home are attacking another town." Hona sings, "So let's go and help."

Lexington sucks air through his teeth and from the corner of your eye you note his ever increasing anxiety. But inside your body is practically trying to take off down the hill at a sprint and start ripping Darnite heads off.

"Um... Purps, Lex." Luc pipes up, as he's loading his rifle with reverance. Each bullet inspected before being slid into the firing chamber individually, "The rebels are the bad guys. They hurt Purps and Hona at Grinnsmon, they're trying to overthrow the government.... we should stop them right?" He stops loading for a second and looks to you for confirmation, "That's what Dad would want us to do?"

Lex shakes you from your thought abrubtly, "Purps. We have to go through that town; so what's the plan?"

You honestly didn't expect him to throw this on your shoulders, but after your talk last night and the whole clash that followed it - maybe it's for the best that he allows you to step forward a bit more. Or he doesn't want to be the one to take responsibility when it goes to shit... When did you start quesitoning what exactly LExington's motives were?

> [CRUSADER] Remov Darna

> [PRIDE] We go in and resolve this. Whether it's rogue imperials or Rebels, anyone who's at fault goes down.

> [DETERMINATION] We blast right through. Lex gets us to full speed; the rest of us keep people off us. In and Out ASAP

> Write-In

>>1836026
>> [CRUSADER] Remov Darna

>>1836026
> [CRUSADER] Remov Darna
Purge them all with the fire

>>1836026
Y is is there even any other offer

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>>1836143
>>1836140
>>1836122

"We're going in. We're going to kill every Gods damned Darnite that gets in our way." You vow, spitting into the ground and bringing your saw from your hip. "Nobody in that city is ending up a meal and Black's little friends are going to join my skul collection."

Honamurei blushes profusely and grins, Lexington just somberly nods and Luc looks a little uncomfortable, but you don't care for anything right now. Minerva pulses her approval through your skin as you produce the coin and focus in on it, hopping onto the wagon's driver seat and then roof in two short hops. Lexington tosses Luc onto the drivers seat and uses the spear to vault alongside him whilst Honamurei effortlessly keeps pace with the wagon despite it picking up more and more speed. Lexington produces his driving coin and the downhill crawl turns into a sprint and then the wagon is moving at runaway speed, with Honamurei finally getting to stretch out her legs alongside.

The wagon starts heading towards the outskirts of town like some kind of bizarre battering ram, surrounded by a grey blur and topped by a purple and white figure. You see a skirmish continuing at the entranceway, one of the larger bearded men involved in the fighting is trying to reload some kind of unfamiliar "bomb gun" and a man in Imperial garb is barking commands whilst pointing at you furiously.

> Default state saw, drive by

> [FRUSTRATION] Dismount wagon, pounce on the guy with the weird weapon

> [GRATITUDE] Ground Pound and Beat those soldiers down

> [CURIOSITY] Saw dance through the melee

> Write-In

>>1836263
>> Default state saw, drive by

>>1836263
>> [CURIOSITY] Saw dance through the melee
time for the firefly
a song and dance of fire and blood

>>1836263
>> [CURIOSITY] Saw dance through the melee

>>1836263
> [CURIOSITY] Saw dance through the melee

>>1836263
>> [CURIOSITY] Saw dance through the melee

>>1836415
>>1836354
>>1836349
>>1836417
>>1836418

Called. Going to write.

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>>1836415
>>1836354
>>1836349
>>1836417
>>1836418

As you get close the Rebel turns and riases his weird weapon, only to be silenced by Luc blowing a hole through his head. But you had already leapt, following the trajectory of the bullet as Honamurei lunges at the Imperial officer with a vicious stab to the chest that sends the man sprawling to his knees.

By then your world shrinks to the range of your weapons as two saws trail in the air behind you like streamers on a festival statue. Landing in a roll, you press the recall mechanism in your glove and begin weaving through the chaos of battle like it was nothing but a simple stroll through tall grass.

Spinning and pirouetting, you leave a trail of gore in your wake. Blood sputrs, men and women scream - you hear the rending of armour and the snapping of bone as the rebels and imperials all collapse behind you.

A brave spearman roars a challenge as his wepaon licks out at you three times, you simply jerk your head to the side for the first and the second and third are sidestepped. Both saws return your hands with a reassuring familiar weight, and the man seems to realize he is outmatched.

His eyed widen as you throw one of your saws backhand, splitting and tearing apart the shaft of his spear and embedding in his abdomen with a fountain of blood. The revving blades sing as you leap over him and throw your other saw into the back of his head as you pass.

Landing on the other side of the battle, you finally exhale and give your weapons a casually almost derisive tug and the corpse of the spearman relents. Falling into a pile of gore as your weapons return to your side. Over your shoulder you see Luc picking off ranged targets from the wagon as it approaches and Honamurei continuing to rack up a rather sizeable body count of her own.

In exmaining the battlefield you have left yourself open and a flash of steel seeks to take advantage.

> Dodge

> [FEAR] Buzzshields

> [GRATITUDE] Counter punch

> [CURIOSITY] Fight him off with current form

> Write-In

>>1836552
>> [GRATITUDE] Counter punch

>>1836552
>> [FEAR] Buzzshields

>>1836552
> [CURIOSITY] Fight him off with current form

>>1836552
>> [FEAR] Buzzshields

They sound cool.

>>1836775
>>1836564
>>1836563
>>1836561

Called.

1d20 best of 3 please anons.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>1836803

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1836803

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>>1836832

What is this strange number?

>>1836836
it is only spoken in old text of a by gone age

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>1836803
And now for obligatory...?

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>>1836848
>>1836832
>>1836815

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eOGkZsuFILU

You don't even take a step back, instead as the saws attach to your forearms and take the form of an imposing vibrating kiteshield you simply bring each half of the new shield together. Whatever attack was levelled at you nullified immediately, thrusting your arms forward you tear the arms apart and send your attacker onto the backfoot as you see him for the first time.

The cigarette in his mouth is shredded to pieces as your shield almost takes his face with it's hungering teeth, the man's stratlingly brilliant green eyes widening in alarm as you come forward. The advantage is firmly yours but the double headed axe you repulsed is already coming back in to your right.

Anothe rparry, this time only the right half is needed as you swipe your left arm towards his leg. repeating blades dig deep into flesh and the Cadalonian cries out as you try to pull him closer for a final strike. With startling speed, he instead drops his axe and rams his head into yourts in a stunning blow; allowing him to rip himself free at the cost of half of his leg.

A series of shots ring out and you have to recombine your shield under three Cadalonians wielding assault rifles on top of nearby houses. That man must be someone important to them as a man in robes pulls him onto his back and begins retreating under the covering fire.

Miniboss Defeated Fear levelled up

> [DETERMINATION] You're not going anywhere until I say so.

> [PRIDE] Lantern up, Time to burn

> [ZEN] Drop Shields, time to CQC those gunners

> Write-In

>>1836912

> [DETERMINATION] You're not going anywhere until I say so.

>>1836912
>> [PRIDE] Lantern up, Time to burn

>>1836912
>> [PRIDE] Lantern up, Time to burn

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>>1836951
>>1836933
>>1836914

You wait for the next reload, but are instead gifted your opening by a combination of sniper and sidearm fire from your comrades. Taking this as your queue you roar, "MINERVA'S LANTERN!" With that proclomation you leap as high as you can and look down upon the gunmen from the fulles height you can as purple fire explodes from your body. To the two men before you must look like some terrifying purple sun or meteor as you inhale sharply, absorbing the fire into your mouth with nothing so much as a second of hesitation.

A billowing torrent of flame burst from your mouth, almost perfectly cylindrical in it's compression as it launches forth and bursts forwards like a beast springing to life form your mouth. The hardened warriors simply freeze before it as the purple fire cascades onward and over them, cooking them in there armour before it clangs to the ground empty save for the dust hat remains of their bodies.

As you seem to slowly descend, you look ahead and see a response being mustered to your invasion. Lines of warriors now seperate you from the man you wounded earlier and the street looks like the before picture you see in every portrait of glorious wars. Gleaming armour, sword and axes beating shields, guns being lovingly checked.

It is a shame they stand no chance.

You gently touch down on top of the wagon and Honamurei nimbly skips from the ground to stand by your side as the thunderous war carriage charges through the main street, Luc doing his best to block out the gore and carnage all around; whislt Lexington just levels a steely gaze forward despite the frankly horrific mess you've left behind.

> Lex, they've formed up in front. You and Luc need to magic them.

> Hona, when we get close I use the polesaw and you muscle up

> Luc; I need you to timestop me when we're approaching their lines!

> Write-In

>>1837089
>> Luc; I need you to timestop me when we're approaching their lines!

>>1837089

> Luc; I need you to timestop me when we're approaching their lines!

>>1837089
>> Luc; I need you to timestop me when we're approaching their lines!

>>1837103
>>1837093
>>1837092
>>1837092

1d20 best of 3 please guys.

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>1837250
IMMA SCREW YOU UP!

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1837250

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>1837250

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>1837250
>>1837256
there we go

>>1837274
>>1837256
yup we got screwed

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>>1837279

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>>1837269
>>1837262
>>1837256
>>1837274

Guys. This isn't going to be pretty.

>>1837289
im reading that

butfuck my butt and callme abitch

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>1837250

>>1837289
hona is going to yell at us again

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>>1837269
>>1837262
>>1837256
>>1837274

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n4AbU-XSOAo

The carriage thunders forth ever more as the ranks of rebels close and present spears, you call out to Luc and give him the signal you'd worked out - a single raised thumb. He gives you a mischievous smile and you anticipate the world going blue as he stops the world turning to give you the drop on the ranks of men.

You turn your gaze upon the foes about to recieve your make shift cavalry charge and are aware of your allies raising their weapons; a spear and sword to give deadly answer alongside your revving saw that thirsts for blood.

The last moment comes as you focus in on the man you will kill first, taking in his milky left eye and silvering brown beard. A veteran of many a conflicts about to come to the end of his glittering career.

The world goes green

And then thunderstrikes as the wagon collides with the pit of spears and wall of shields. Guns fire and explosions rip out as grenades and molotovs are thrown at the wagon. You're caught in an inferno that burns your friends' flesh as the wagon veers and overturns; blood hits the back of your head and causes your purple locks to stick together even before you hit the ground and everything goes fuzzy.

Silence. Dirt and blood dance on your tongue, as you see part of it has been bitten clean off. You're in a puddle of your own blood as your vision clears... blue. You see bright blue as you look into Luc's eyes, his mouth open in total surprise. But your eyes move on their own and widen every second. There's a long clean gash across his throat, easily as wide as both of your hands and spurting blood weakly.

People don't bleed this much.... they can't.
Not a kid. for the love of Minerva not a kid.

You kneel and look past him and see a figure in a grey bodysuit shetahing a sword. He looks back with a smile, a smile of satisfaction in his work. It's him that boy from the tall grass on the day you met Luc.

Bertrand.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n4AbU-XSOAo

> Write-In

>>1837345
SAVE LUC!
SAVE LUC!
PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE!
SAVEHIM!
Damage control.

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>People in the discord think there's a chance to save him

>>1837345
Stand yourself up straight. Spit out some blood. And go fucking mental.

>>1837345

> I'm sorry.

Taking a break while this sinks in, fuck me that wasn't fun to write.

>>1837345
>go Vid related
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pRvmh7Mqb2k

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>>1837345
it is time for mad

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>>1837345

>>1837362
>>1837358
>>1837355
>>1837354
>>1837353

I'm gonna call this an agreement on "pissed off as fuck" Purps. Now a very important vote whilst I prepare for this.

> Cold

> Feral

> "Dealer.... help me."

>>1837376
>Feral

>>1837376
Feral

>>1837376
>> Cold

>>1837376
I'm willing to do with the Dea-
>>1837378
>>1837377
...
STILL...
> "Dealer... help me."

>>1837376
> "Dealer.... help me."

>>1837397
>>1837384
>negotiating with the dealer when he has the advantage
What could go wrong?

>>1837376
>> Feral

>>1837407
>>1837401
>>1837397
>>1837384
>>1837381
>>1837378
>>1837377

Calling.

>>1837376
>> Cold

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>>1837407
>>1837401
>>1837397
>>1837384
>>1837381
>>1837378
>>1837377

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LziOrqxpYYI

For the first time since you remember you drop your saw, the glove falling off your mangled hand as you stagger forward and stare at something beyond the farthest reaches of your vision. Everyone's eyes are upon you as you walk through the bloody pool before you, feeling your shredded boots allow the crimson between your toes and to stain your footprints as you delicately step over a huddled form below you.

Words are spoken and guns fire upon you to no effect as everything in you begins turning off like so many lamps in a storm.

You scream.

Stepping forward before anyone's eyes can track you, you place your hand on the isde of a mans skull and drag out his brains like thread from a ball of yarn, the enemy hasn't even reacted by the time your other hand has been thrust into someone's stomach; the punch sending the man flying through a nearby rooftop. As you continue your movement, frantic, hectic and impossible to track in your freeflowing brutality - a sword finds itself in your hand before it is thrown into a gunner's chest.

You grab an amrour clad woman's shoulder and tear her in two, shoulderingthough the small space her parting makes to pounce on an officer and crush his skull between your hands like an overripe fruit.

Magic lashes out at you from the rout that was the enemy formation and you take it in your face, the heat of the bolt of lightning making your nose smoke. The magus; forty odd feet is in your grasp a moment later and your howls of grief go silent as your teeth grasp onto the lower half of his jaw and tear.

Next is picking off the fleeing army. Which is done by grabbing and physically tearing them apart, flesh bone, steel and leather parting like wet paper - every second you can, you tear your throat and heart open more as you persist in painting the town red with your blind fury.

Despite embracing the Violet demon's legacy, you spot a white haired foe limping towards you despite the terror you smell coming off him in waves. The blood from his leg marks his own funeral march as his forces flood past him.

> We grieve together. They Burn...

> Find the one who did it. All else is seocndary.

> Minerva's Lance

>>1837463
> Avenge the shota
All else is secondary indeed.

>>1837463
>> Find the one who did it. All else is seocndary.

>>1837463
>> We grieve together. They Burn...

>>1837463
>> Minerva's Lance

Who are we to decide who lives and who dies. We kill these people but then what? Their families go hungry, more suffering, more death. Do you think the child would of wanted this? For us to kill these people in cold blood? All we are doing is spreading suffering and misery, all because of one life.

>>1837529
one life is all it takes

>>1837529
this town can burn

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>>1837529
If I'm correct, which I am firmly certain of, consider
> pic related

>>1837556
>>1837553
>>1837551
>>1837529
>>1837506
>>1837499
>>1837493
>>1837490

Called.

I think its bullshit that luc has to die because of one. Uno. 1. bad case of rolls.

>>1837568
there was two 1rolled

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>>1837490
>>1837493
>>1837499
>>1837506
>>1837529
>>1837551
>>1837553
>>1837556
>>1837568

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LziOrqxpYYI

You swing your head in the direction he went. And simply ignore the officer moving forward first at a dtermined march then a brisk walk followed by a jog; then you begin moving up to a full sprint. Your power leaking and overflowing in all direction in purple fire that is much, much darker than norm.

The flickers of black seem to warp and twist, cloying at the edges of your flames and guiding you through the streets, alleys, avenues and even telling you to break through some walls until the entire aura around you goes black. Ebony flames rage like a bonfire as you see the bastard standing opposite you in the middle of the street.

His words come out, but they don't reach your ears. Nothing will, except ignored pleas for mercy or screams of agony.

"No hard feeling eh Miss? I'd say it wasn't personal - but Luc and I weren't exactly besties"

> Try to Speak

> Burn

> Minerva's Lance

> Grab him

> Write-In

>>1837613

Had to delete because of typo.

Revote below.

>>1837612
Ooooo. So now star is taking EVERY roll into account now? When did this new rule start? I never fucking read it.

>Burn

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>>1837615

> grab him
while...
> pic related

Also,
>>1837626
Crits are always taken into account.

>>1837626
his always taken crits outside of the frist 3

>>1837626

Crits overwrite. Is this going to be a thing everytime we crit fail outside of the 3. Literally the last time it happened I clarified this.

>>1837615
>> Minerva's Lance

>>1837629
>>1837630
>>1837632
Not what I meant. What I meant was it should have been counted 1 nat 1. Not 2 nat 1's. Its fucking stupid

>>1837644

I get you feel that way, but we wouldn't have Divine Zen if I never took double 20s or double 1s.

>>1837644
Mate your salter then the dead sea

>>1837665
So when you editing out luc from the starborn picture.

>>1837626
>>1837628
>>1837629
>>1837630
>>1837640
>>1837644
>>1837666
>>1837708

3 way tie.

>>1837708
I have not even processed what is happening currently nevermind planning reprecussions of this.

>>1837615
>Write in Spare him

>>1837615
>> Minerva's Lance

>>1837814
>>1837808
>>1837626
>>1837628
>>1837629
>>1837630
>>1837640
>>1837644
>>1837666
>>1837708

Called for lance.

>>1837814
>>1837808
>>1837626
>>1837628
>>1837629
>>1837630
>>1837640
>>1837644
>>1837666
>>1837708

1d20+5 please. Best of 3. Crits Override until Called.

Rolled 3 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>1837831
Rip you poor fucker

Rolled 15 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>1837831

Rolled 12 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>1837831

Rolled 3 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>1837831
Can only go so wrong

>>1837831
Stop rolling
We gots this
Also thats good that your putting crits overright
Should stop the bitchings

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>>1837853
>>1837840
>>1837837
>>1837861
>>1837866

https://youtu.be/SYEmpiy9W2o?t=83

Yout shredded voice is able to force out two more words,

Minerva's Lance

The upraised finger stabs uucsingly at the murderer as the very sky is torn asunder. The orange sun burns with an intensity unseen by man for some time as a bright beam bursts forth.

This sheer pillar of holy sunfire blazes through the Void of Venura and strikes the Terrestrial plane with authority, the town of Mido frozen in fascinated horror as are warriors, merchants, whores, mages, scholars and everything in betweent for miles around.

Your foe looks up and you just know he tries to stop time. But by the time the world starts to turn green; the orange pillar of sunfire strikes. All that you see is orange as the street is engulfed in the ensuing explosion as the sky, town and street are all torn asunder by divine fury.

Time passes.

You open your eyes to glass buildings on a glass street, your hair stands on end and your body is strangely numb as you see a melted pile of flesh and grey magitek equipment. Total annihalation at the hands of a furious Sun Goddess. Only one body part remains, a perfectly bleached skull.

As you walk forward, every step echoing back to you; your bloody foosteps ring out like a speech being called at a noble feast. The red smeared stains of your footprints on the glass are the only mark of your passage as you stand in the liquefied remains of a man and crouch down to collect his skull.

Behind you, is nothing but destruction and despair. Connection to the gaping wound that is Luc's absense.

In front of you is a day or more of bloodshed and violence. A chance to express this horrible new feeling in your soul; to inflict it upon others.

To your right.... is the unknown.

> Attack (Forward)

> Back (Regroup)

> Flee Mido (Right)

>>1837924
>> Back (Regroup)

>>1837924
> Attack (Forward)

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>1837924
> Attack (Forward)
No brakes on this train
Also will lex have to beat us down?

>>1838021
>>1837942
>>1837940

Called.

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>>1838021
>>1837942
>>1837940

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ALbVEmzY5S4

You take a minute to stare into the dark pits of the skull, hearing both the grieving of Minerva in the back of your mind and the delight of the Dealer in the pit of your stomach as you gaze into those twin abysses.

This is not a time for introspection, this is not a time for emotion. This is a time when you go back to what you are, a broken and inhuman killing machine. A starborn among sheep, the violet demon, The Purple Firefly. Whatever moniker you need to don right now to achieve revenge.

You are not a woman of feeling and softness, quite the opposite. You are a cold tempered tool of death - one that is pointed at the rebellion's very heart.

As you stow your new trophy in your threadbare pack, you push through the puddle of human remains and move forward; as you always must. Marching ahead towards the town square, where the pyres burn brightest and the smoke billows out in an unending black column.

Somewhere a bell rings, whether in alarm or victory you care not. Because as you quietly head towards the next fight; you are alone. Save for a Godess in grief.

Darna, The Rebellion. Both will fall by your hands.

Luc will have company on his journey beyond... no matter how many of your lives it takes.

> Starborn Quest 35: Mido End.

>>1838157
God dam son
Is is that it?