>>3319647
>>Rest for a while with your wife in the one of the Yintan tents
Fuck the waifu now. Consummate the marriage.

>>3319647
Also the inventory:

= Equipped =

You
>Bow w/ Quiver (10/15 arrows)
>Hatchet
>Cloth Wraps
>Cloth Cloak

Your wife
>Flat-bladed weapon

= Loot =
>Cloth Bag
>x1 Cloth Wraps
>Block of Dried Healing Paste (3/3)
>x3 Rations (lasts 3 days)
>Engraved Ring
>Bag of Yintan Coins

>>3319657
This may not have been the best time to start the quest. I'll wait a bit longer, but if we don't get a few more players, I'll have to continue in the morning.

Here's my twitter: @guard_qm

I'll post when I'm running there.

>>3319657
Support

>>3319657
Sure bang waifu. Trap waifu would be better but can’t have everything.

>>3319663
Is the waifu not wearing anything?

>>3319701
Just a beaded shawl that comes down to her navel and a loincloth which goes down to her knees.

>>3319657
>>3319693
>>3319700

Writing for R&R

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"Rest with me." You gesture to her and then to the tent and she rises and follows you. The Yintan enclosures are not the elaborate fur and mud constructions of your people. The frame of the tent seems to be of that same strange material as your hatchet and the bladed weapon, strong and durable. The tarps are simple cloth, oily and slick to the touch.

There is no bedding to speak off so you use some of the cloth wraps and your cloak and the cloth bag as a substitute for bed, blanket and pillow. You lay down first, as is proper, and your wife takes a moment to shed her beaded shawl, yet still hiding herself beneath her arms. After abandoning her people and her whole life to be your husband in exile, she is suddenly shy.

When she lays beside you, she turns so that you face her back and can feel the movement of her ribcage against your chest as she breathes. Her name is Ma-Sho-Kai and she is yours forever, and you are hers until this world passes into pale fire. And then your spirits shall join as one thing, in the place where there is no time.

You part the delicate black locks from her neck, which is unadorned like the new brides of others, and though she pretends to sleep, you can feel her body seize like a trap against you, as you touch her and her breath escapes her. And in that instant, a violence inflames your blood, unnatural and overwhelming, like fever, almost like pain.

You want suddenly to take her and crush her in your hands like the dry earth. Not love, not even passion, but simple, idiotic brutality. And then you know it is because you have no heart, and therefore like an animal, you cannot love. Your arms are clasped tight around her body, squeezing her flesh more and more until she becomes frightened.

>Restrain yourself so you do not hurt her (roll required)
>Satisfy yourself completely; there are worse things in this world than this.
>Leave her before you lose control end up hurting her further

>>3319785
>>Satisfy yourself completely; there are worse things in this world than this.

>>3319785
>Satisfy yourself completely; there are worse things in this world than this.
Barbarian time

>>3319788
>>3319797
>It's not rape if it's your wife

Writin'

>>3319785
>Restrain yourself so you do not hurt her (roll required)
Only lose control with Trap Waifus. They can take the punishment and deserve it. Nice waifu doesn’t.

>>3319785
>Satisfy yourself completely; there are worse things in this world than this.

Swiftly all reason flies before primal impulse.

At the end of two hours your wife lies curled into herself, shaking, her hair and her body wet with the reek of a futile struggle. Her sweat has mixed with tears and also with blood. Her arms have rings of purple where you seized her and her throat is bruised and her lip is split where you bit her.

The rage is all spent. There are perhaps worse things in this world than to be taken in such a way by your husband, maybe she even understands that it was not really you that hurt her. But pain is not easily forgotten in something so fragile. "I'm sorry." You whisper and when you go to touch her little shoulders and she flinches and trembles as though you would force her again.

You kiss her gently on the nape of her neck, where there are the square geometries of your tribe etched in henna and you can feel the gentle motion of her sobbing. Outside the Yintah on the tree has gone silent and there is only the gentle patter of a soft rain.

>Make sacrifice now and ask aid from the spirits; leave your wife to collect herself
>Comfort your wife as best as you can and try to get some sleep
>Write-in

>>3319822
>>Comfort your wife as best as you can and try to get some sleep

That will be all for tonight. I'll leave the vote open to break the tie. We will continue tomorrow. Please check my twitter: @guard_qm for next session.

>>3319822
>Make sacrifice now and ask aid from the spirits; leave your wife to collect herself

>>3319822
>>Comfort your wife as best as you can and try to get some sleep

>>3319822

>>Comfort your wife as best as you can and try to get some sleep


"Hey the quest is back!......what?"

Why must thirsty anons immediatly shit the bed. I guess we won't have sex with our wife again unless we want to destroy our literal soulmate.
Damn, the girl left everything behind for this....

>>3319822
>Comfort your wife as best as you can and try to get some sleep
If that guy hanging on the tree ain't dead, perhaps we should free him?

>>3319800
Misogyny? I'm out. Not with this tape culture shit.

>>3320187
I don't think so, qm was being sarcastic, but because of 2 asshole anons we fucked up the quest on it's beginning I think

>>3319822
>Comfort your wife as best as you can and try to get some sleep

>>3320301
I agree completely, and a shame that 2 measly votes made us do it, I actually really enjoyed the 1st thread and was happy when I saw this on the catalog but then anon immediatly fucked up the quest.
I'll just try to salvage this the best I can I guess, our curse had a big factor to play in what we did so my hope is she can forgive us based on the fact that we were overtaken by it

>>3320303
You ruined the quest first by picking the mystery box.

>>3320396
Mystery box was best option

I think too much porn and lack of understanding the type of quest this is made some anons think we would conquer her with our dick and fuck her till she liked it.

Shame, we will hopefully be able to repair the damage.

>>3319822
>>Make sacrifice now and ask aid from the spirits; leave your wife to collect herself

>>3319826
>>3319885
>>3320489

Give her some space

>>3319827
>>3319944
>>3319964
>>3320045
>>3320217

Sleep

Writin'

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You say into her ear, "That was not me." and how gently you kiss her behind the lobes, yet her crying does not cease for that. And you hold her close and softly, as one holds a wounded bird. You wipe the sweat from her throat until she exhausts herself and her breathing falls into the slow rythms of sleep and you fall with her.

You dream of flame and white smoke and your heart is in the hands of the chieftain, who tosses it casually into the pyre. A ring of light ascends like a star, a halo; it speaks. It says: Sho-kai, son of the Sun, my son, my god-to-be, come to the house of your god, your father, and bow. I shall make you perfect before mine enemies. Sho-kai. Sho-kai. You try to answer as the ring draws near and its light sears your flesh away like ten thousand years of rainless heat upon bleached bone, but your lips and tongue turn to ash before a word can slip out. Sho-kai. Sho-kai.

"Sho-kai, my husband." Says your wife, cupping your cheek in her hand. "Someone is coming." You open your eyes. Your wife fidgets violently, like a top which is near the end of its spin. You rise and look about you, it is dark but for the light of the ever present moon.

"Who?" You peek out of the tent and see and hear nothing, not even the Yintah's guttural speech. "I see no one."

She joins you at the opening of the tent and seeing nothing also, shakes her head. "But I saw them."

"It was a dream." You say, touching the place where her lip has split and scabbed over. She looks down. Her fists clench and she breathes fast and hard. You sigh. She will not forget the pain you forced upon her. Perhaps, she also will not forgive.

"I hear something." She says, looking again through the tent. "There."

It is the Yintah, skulking to the remains of the stag on the dead fire. Feasting like a man starved for twenty days.

>Ambush him
>Call out to him
>Wait and watch

>>3320991
>>Call out to him

he hasn't fled, and we need help to reach the place where we will lift the curse.


damn, poor waifu

>>3320991
>Ambush him

>>3320991
>Wait and watch

>>3320991
>Ambush him

But not lethaly.

>>3321018
>>3321046
>Ambush him gently

I need some rolls, silver plate.

>Roll 1d20+4 (+4 surprise)

Rolled 12 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>3321056

Rolled 20 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>3321056

>>3321072
booya

Rolled 12 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>3321056

We're not killing the guy right?

>>3321082
we are ambushing him softly with this song

>>3321066
>>3321072
>>3321078
>16, 24, 16 vs. 12: Critical Success

You exchange a look with your wife and she understands instantly. She goes to drape your cloak about your shoulders and hand you your weapons. You can take no chances here. How is it this Yintah came down from the tree? Why was he bound there in the first place?

Notching an arrow to your bow, you wait until a cloud passes over the moon and you step quietly out of the tent and crouch to the earth. He does not see you until you are too close to miss. And then it is too late. The clouds part, the light returns, he sees your shadow at his feet and turns around. Slowly he raises his arms, swallowing a mouthful of stag. Surrender. You call your wife and she binds the Yintah's hands and feet with the cloth wraps. The Yintah does not make even a single gesture of resistance. An act of such cowardice that you are almost moved to slit his throat over the fire anyway and let the spirits drink of him.

But your wife begins to speak. You do not know where she learned the speech of the Yintah, but in her mouth, the hard, sharp sounds are somehow made soft. The Yintah seems more surprised than anyone, and speaks slowly and carefully to your wife. You work on starting the fire again, for the night air is biting.

"He says his name is Mikah-el." Says your wife. "He was left here to die."

"For what reason?"

"A disagreement with his chief."

"Of what kind?"

"He does not say."

"I stole." Says the Yintah, in perfect patterns of your own language. And on his face is the smile of a man who has come to hate all things in equal measure.

"You speak our langauge?" Says your wife. "Why did you say nothing when we first saw you?"

"It is strong to act without hesitation. It is wisdom, to wait and watch." His eyes move from your wife, to your own, to your scar. "So you're the one." He closes his eyes, black like holes. "What will you do with me?"

>Release him, give him some food and send him on his way. You don't like the look of him.
>Offer him a chance to explain himself, the way he looked at you...does he know you?
>Spill his blood upon the fire, he will make a good sacrifice

>>3321162
>Spill his blood upon the fire, he will make a good sacrifice

>>3321162
>Spill his blood upon the fire, he will make a good sacrifice

>>3321162
>Offer him a chance to explain himself, the way he looked at you...does he know you?

He knows about our curse, lets ask him about it, maybe he knows how to lift it

>>3321162
>Offer him a chance to explain himself, the way he looked at you...does he know you?
Finally some info.

>>3321184
>>3321173

Come on guys, let's not be hasty, we can sacrifice him later if needed.

>>3321198
Fine, ask first then sacrifice him

>>3321162
>Offer him a chance to explain himself, the way he looked at you...does he know you?

>>3321173
>>3321184
>Put some Yintah on the barbie

>>3321192
>>3321194
>>3321206
>Talk

Writing.

You glance at the fire behind you. He reads your thoughts, but says nothing. "Do you know me?" You say.

"I saw the white smoke. I see your scars. I make a guess."

"Who are you?"

"Mikah-el, as your wife just said." His eyes gesture to her and linger on her bruises. "And who are you?"

"I am Sho-kai. Remember that name. Do you know of my curse?"

He nods. "I have seen such a thing before. I don't know its purpose but it is a hideous barbarism befitting a savage people."

You stand and loosening the hatchet from your belt you place its blade against the bottom of his nose. He laughs. "Do what you will. It is all predetermined and I fear nothing."

"What business did you have here?" Says your wife, returning to the point before you can slice his nose off.

"I am--was--a gemcrafter. I came with a group of my people to look for an ancient gem-mine located somewhere in this horrid forest. We searched for two months, lost three to abominations and disease, but found the mine. We found the gems. There were so many in that hole, that we had to leave much of it behind."

"Then where are they?" Gems of the Yintah are spoken of in legendary terms among your people. Some bizzare magic which is separate from the motions of spirits, which they say the phospheron once used in their wars, before the moon was balanced with sun.

"Our expedition leader felt he was owed everything we found. Nevermind the contracts, nevermind that I was the one that deciphered the map, nevermind that I alone realized our trackers were being scrambled--but, no matter. Probably, I should have let things lie, but then, it was all inevitable anyway." He shifts in his bonds, trying to scratch a spot on his cheek by rubbing it against his shoulder. "I don't suppose you'd just let me go? I don't have anything to give you, one of your own already took everything I had and you have the rest. If you take me to the citadel, which is not far by the way, I'm sure my family would be willing to pay a ransom, much as they hate my guts."

>No, he has no other use but as a gift to the spirits
>Release him and take him to this citadel, you've never seen a Yintah settlement
>Your task is inside the forest not out of it, but this mine and these gems might help you on your quest. Release him on the condition he takes you to the mine.

>>3321264
>Your task is inside the forest not out of it, but this mine and these gems might help you on your quest. Release him on the condition he takes you to the mine.

Get the gems, maybe we can use them to reach the oracle.

>>3321264
>Your task is inside the forest not out of it, but this mine and these gems might help you on your quest. Release him on the condition he takes you to the mine.

We have to get rid of this curse.

>>3321264
>No, he has no other use but as a gift to the spirits

>>3321264
>Your task is inside the forest not out of it, but this mine and these gems might help you on your quest. Release him on the condition he takes you to the mine.

>>3321268
>>3321274
>>3321293

>Side-quest get

Writing

"I cannot leave until meet with the oracle." You say. Mikah-el closes his eyes again and sighs. Not once does his sardonic smile budge. He is a ghoul, a kind of grinning ghost. When he says he feels no fear, you believe him and then you wonder if he really is a coward. You reach behind him and undo the knots. "You will take us to the mine and you will craft me gems to help me reach the deepest parts of the Sylvan."

"And if I were to refuse these things?"

You do not answer. He rubs his wrists and slowly pushes himself to his feet. You keep your throwing hand ready but he does not move.

"Your people will not return to this camp?" You say.

"I suspect not for a while. They will inevitably return, and in greater numbers, to take what they left behind at the mine." Seeing your frown, he adds, "But that is a ways off yet. Not for many months at least." He turns and tears another piece of flesh from the spit, looking over your wife with eyes you do not like. Not hunger, for which you would have gutted him already, but judgement. "Is it another one of your people's customs to brutalize your own spouse on the nuptial bed?"

Your wife looks away and rubs her fingers.

You grab the Yintah by his straight white hair and shove his face close to the fire. Again you feel no resistance in him. And no fear. "You should fear death."

"Ah yes, well, I should think life is bad enough. How much worse could death be, really? And anyway, the point is, I should fear you right?"

You release him. "You don't?"

"Don't take it personally, chap." He pats your chest in a concillatory gesture. You're not sure whether to hit him or clasp his arm in respect. You decide to hit him. A quick blow with the hilt of the hatchet sends him reeling into the mud. "Thank you sir." He says, spitting dirt. "May I have another?"

Then your wife shrieks your name, cut off mid-wail as an arrow sinks into her shoulder blade. She slumps forward to the earth, unmoving. Then, ululations from the trees, like the pitched screams of tinder when it burns. And more arrows, whizzing through darkness and air and into the wet earth.

>Scramble for cover. Your wife's wound is not fatal and it is unlikely they will hurt her.
>Surrender, you're obviously outnumbered and you need to tend to your wife's wounds
>Scramble to rescue your wife amid the rain of arrows (roll required)

>>3321619
>Scramble to rescue your wife amid the rain of arrows (roll required)

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And that will be all for tonight. I might do another session tomorrow, I'll give advanced notice on my twitter if so: @guard_qm

Is everyone enjoying the quest so far?

>>3321619
>>Scramble to rescue your wife amid the rain of arrows (roll required)
Poor girl, she gets exiled from her tribe, raped by her own husband and shot by an arrow in a day.

>>3321619
>Scramble to rescue your wife amid the rain of arrows (roll required)

>>3321619
>Scramble to rescue your wife amid the rain of arrows (roll required)

>>3321651
I like so far, wondering if we will ever be able to do any good for poor wife

>>3321648
>>3321652
>>3321656
>>3321667

Ok it seems like this option is going to win. Might as well do the dice rolling now so I can plan the next update.

>Please roll me a straight 1d20.

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>3321679

>>3321698
Savior of wives!

At least once we didn't shit on her.

>>3321679
>>3321698
I actually need two more rolls. We're using a 3-roll, count successes, system here.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>3321679

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>3323136

Time to heroicly save our waifu

When you sprint across to the short gap to your wife, and the arrows rain about you and when you grab your wife's neck and knees and carry her away in your arms, it is all pure reflex. There is no thought from the moment you see her fall to the moment she is in your arms. Separation is unteneable.

Mikah-el follows behind you, struggling to keep up, and the tribals behind him. Above you the skies shake and the night is split by a flash. You see three men, young, strong, with the three blue stripes across their foreheads. Asakoni. The best among them looks familiar, a brother or a son to the first man you killed not long ago.

They give chase until the rains start to fall and then in another flash of light you see them standing among the trees, silent, watching, promising they will come again. One day they will draw blood, for such an oath has been made and an accursed is one abandoned; he has no defender but himself and the gods.

You know not how long you run. It is only when your muscle feel like solid ice that you stop to rest and by then you are outside the Sylvan. Your wife wakes. Her wound is not serious, it was only the shock of pain that frightened her.

"I told you." She says, weakly. "I saw them." You part the hair from her eyes and kiss her gently on her lips.

"Ma-Sho-Kai." You say and she smiles.

"Friends of yours?" Says Mikah-el, leaning against a tree to catch his breath. You ignore him and setting your wife down, you roll her over to examine the wound. The shaft of the arrow has snapped off, but the head is lodged in her bone. To pull it out would make her bleed. To leave it in would risk the corruption of her flesh.

"How is she?" Mikah-el saunters over. "Let's take her to the outpost. We're not far now."

>Pull out the arrowhead and bandage her with the cloth wraps and block of healing paste, she can handle the pain (roll required)
>Search the forest for redcaps, the mushrooms your people use to forget pain and let her chew them while you dress the wound
>Take her to the outpost, you're not medicine-man and a minor wound could be made more serious by your incompetence

>>3325881

>>3325919
>>3325881
>Take her to the outpost, you're not medicine-man and a minor wound could be made more serious by your incompetence

>>3325881
>Take her to the outpost, you're not medicine-man and a minor wound could be made more serious by your incompetence
What do we know of the outpost.

>>3325932
Not much beyond hear-say. The outpost a small frontier settlement that the Yintah use to provide access to the forest. Note that it's not the same as the Citadel, which is a Yintah city somewhat further away. Tribals often visit the outpost to trade and lend their services as guides to the Yintah, so your presence would be neither unwelcome nor unusual.

>>3325950
Can we make some small talk with the man?

>>3325962
Of course. You can write-in questions you'd like to ask him and I'll include them.

>>3325881
>Take her to the outpost, you're not medicine-man and a minor wound could be made more serious by your incompetence

Carry her there

>>3325976
Ask him if anyone in the outpost will recognize him, and how long for the gems

>>3325881

>Take her to the outpost, you're not medicine-man and a minor wound could be made more serious by your incompetence

>>3325976
Ask him more about his family and, why everyone seems to not like you. Ask if he has any other skills.

>>3325881
>Take her to the outpost, you're not medicine-man and a minor wound could be made more serious by your incompetence

Sorry for the false session alert friends. Something came up unexpectedly and I had to spend most of the day handling it. I think I might have to give up on formal sessions and just do once-per-day updates for while. I'll tweet whenever I post something.

I'm a little disappointed that we still haven't got to the sacrifice/divine-favor based magic system that I made for this quest. That was supposed to be the main attraction lmao.

>>3327213
Well if we didn't get driven from our campsite during the middle of the night I would have tried voting for it.

>>3327252
Oh I wasn't blaming you guys or anything. I actually wanted to give you guys a chance to perform the sacrifice before the attack, but completely forgot about it when I was writing the update. No matter, there'll be another chance coming up soon.

>>3325922
>>3325932
>>3325994
>>3326014
>>3326063
>>3326138

Your wife reads your thoughts. "I can take the pain." A lie. And you have hurt her enough. You turn to the Yintah.

"The people that you were with--"

"Might be at the outpost, yes." Says Mikah-el. "Or they might have already left for the Citadel. They wouldn't have stayed long. The outpost is hardly equipped to purchase such a quantity gems."

"Will they recognize you?"

"I won't be going inside, so that's of no issue."

"You think I'm going to leave you by yourself? Before you take us to the mine?"

He holds out his hands. "Tie me up if you must. And anyway, we could have parted ways back there, I didn't have to follow you."

"Why did you?"

He pauses, his eyes move toward the dark forest. "The gems."

Greed is something you can understand, something you can trust. You lift your wife to your back and tell the Yintah to lead the way. Several hours later you arrive at a small settlement enclosed by a wooden palisade. Dawn creeps. Most of the trip was spent listening to the Yintah complain about his family.

He talks too much for a man but then, the effeminate character of the Yintah is a running joke among your people. Their propensity for wearing jewelry and colorful clothes. Their long hair. Their easy laughter. A disgusting race of degenerates. You learn that his family is chief among their tribe, wealthy and strong. Despite being heir to a considerable fortune, he has done nothing but disappoint them. He shirked his responsibilities and fled to the border to avoid an arranged marriage. His house has not heard from him in years. A coward in every definition of the word. If not for the matter of the mine and your wife you would have beaten him to an inch of his life.

"Once you're inside, ask for Sam-sun and whatever he asks for, offer half. I'll be here when you return." You leave him camped at the base of a small hill and he busies himself with a fire.

The Yintah outpost is a strange and wondrous place as any you've seen. Bigger than any tribal village. Massive. Buildings of stone, lumber and strange sheeted metal. Paved walkways; between them. mud-covered roads where carts drawn by Kanu, ferry men and goods. There are tribals and Yintah alike and none of them pay you any mind as you pass. Most of the tribal designations you don't even recognize, but these tribals have abandoned their traditions anyway and it hardly matters. One of them is kind enough, after a short exchange of the Yintah currency, to guide you to Sam-sun.

Another exchange leaves your bag of metals half as heavy and your wife in the care of the medicine-man. He tells you (through a tribal assistant) that it will take some hours to "operate" on your wife, though he seems far more interested in her other wounds. Your wife is scared, but you assure her all will be well.

>Wait for your wife outside
>Explore the outpost, perhaps a there's a market where you can spend the rest of these otherwise useless metals

>>3328233
>Wait inside and watch
Maybe we can learn something if we ask what they are doing and why. Plus we are literally a wife beating asshole, and not letting their wives alone with healthcare providers is a standard move for them. If he asks how she got the non arrow wounds assure that she fell down the stairs. [Dont actually do that]

>>3328233
>>Wait for your wife outside

>>3328289
>>3328296
>Shadow the doc

Please roll me some (3) d20s to see if you learn anything.

>>3328233
>Wait for your wife outside

What other - oh right the rape.

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>3328303

>>3328337
Not 3d20, but 3 separate d20s. Sorry if that was unclear.

Rolled 2, 2, 9 = 13 (3d20)

>>3328303
Probably gonna get triple 1s

>>3328305
And of course both anons that voted for it disapeared after getting off.

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>3328344
yup.>>3328338

>>3328353
>>3328341
>>3328336
>14, 16, 10 vs. 14: Success

Although the medicine-man is reluctant to let you observe his work, he ultimately cannot refuse you. He looks at you like he would have you nailed to the execution poles at the center of town, where murderers and thieves languish without food and water. There is an impulse that grows within you to destroy him for such a look, the very same primal urge as when you took your wife. But you do not. You should have resisted then, as you do now.

Sams-un explains nothing as he works. His tools are unlike anything you've seen before. Small, slight, delicate, of the same strange material as your hatchet. He begins by washing the wound with water and some foul smelling liquid reminiscent of the spirits your people make with milk and honey. He then injects a poultice near the wound, using a device not unfamiliar to you. This one is made of a thin strand of straight metal and a cylindrical vial of glass, instead of the hollow bones and bladder of a zut-zut bird, as your shaman's craft.

Then he begins to cut into the flesh with a thin knife, but your wife feels nothing even as she bleeds. It's as if she had chewed redcap but there is no sleep or dreaming in her eyes. He slowly parts the flesh excising bits of it and taking time to drain the blood and pus until he hits the arrowhead. Using a strange clasping device he roots into the depths of the wound, plucks the head out and drops it on a nearby dish. He does this several more times, retrieving smaller pieces which had broken against the bone.

Once all this is done, he does not sew up the wound and seal with the healing paste, as you expect but takes out another tool, one with a rounded head and several sockets at the handle upon which there are a series of small gems, each not larger than an ant, of various colors. He touches these gems and they begin to glow and the head, which you now see also has a gem, begins to glow green and when he touches your wife's flesh with it, the muscle begins to burn as if against fire and the skin sizzles. Though the cutting took nearly an hour, the sealing, which to the medicine-men in your tribe is the hardest part, takes only seconds. He covers the burn with a white powder and then wraps it with in an adhesive bandage.

Through it all, your wife feels no pain, which seems to scare her more than anything else. For your part, his technique with the blade has been enlightening and if you should ever return to your tribe, it will be something you can share with the medicine-men to great repute. (+2 to future doctoring checks)

1/2

>>3328510
Your wife healed, you make haste to leave the outpost and return to your quest but the medicine-man seems to have other plans. He gestures for you to wait a moment and leaves the room. Through a small window on the front you can see him speak to some armed Yintah, of the kind you saw near the gates. He jerks his thumb behind him and the Yintah begin to pile inside the office. You can guess their intentions and your blood begins to boil

>Escape through the window
>Fight your way out
>Attempt to parley

>>3328514
>Escape through the window
Whats his problem?

>>3328514
>Escape through the window
this includes wife?
if not then

>Attempt to parley


how many are we talking about?

>>3328529
>>3328531
Just two armed Yintah. And yes the escape would include your wife (unless you want to leave her behind).

>>3328514
>Fight your way out
It will be hard to escape with these guys in pursuit and carrying our unconscious waifu. Plus they might have some cool loot.

>>3328514
>Escape through the window

Time to bail, their city is no place for a fight and thay won't fire arrows at us since they may hit Ma-Sho-Ka, the very person they want to "save", hope some of them chase us in the forest, I'd like a sacrifice

>>3328514
>>Fight your way out

>>3328524
>>3328529
>>3328549
>>3328566
>Exit window left

>>3328542
>>3328548
>>3328584
>Rip and tear

Writing.

We could also set the place on fire just to really spite the guy.

>>3328604
That would be a good distraction to help our escape.

>>3328604
Just a suggestion, we don't have to actually do it.

You prop your wife up. Because of the medicine-man's curatives she remains lucid. She feels no pain.

You pass her the cloth bag and gesture to the supplies. She hesitates.

"I paid the elf for a service and he betrayed us. He does not deserve the respect of our ways."

She nods and begins searching through the cabinets on the walls.

You push the operating table toward the door, forming a barricade just as the Yintah arrive. They pound on the door, screaming in their vulgar sounding language. You throw open the window and wave at your wife. She climbs out but you do not follow.

"Wait for me outside, with Mikah-el."

"What will you do?"

"I will distract them. Go now." She does not go. "Go!"

"Don't leave me." She says. "Please. I have no one else."

Your heart clenches. "Never, Ma-Sho-Kai, my bride among the many, not until I die, and not even then." She bites her lip. "Go." Then she finally turns and runs.

Your eye falls on the bottle of foul smelling water the medicine-man had just used and then to the cauterizing device. If it's anything like the bitters of your people...

---

Hours later, the smell of smoke and ash is still in the air. Dark clouds rise from within the walls of the outpost. But you are back in the forest, hidden inside of a small cave formed from a fissure of roots and rock. The Yintah have sent out scouts to look for you and occasionally the voices of their calls will echo through the woods. One of them lies dead at your feet, and Mikah-el watches in mute fascination and horror as you cut him open.

First the throat, which is slit down the arteries to spill the hot blood against base of the fire. Because his heart no longer beats, the blood trickles out like a dew. Then his stomach and the long ropes of his guts sticky and stinking of half-digested matter, thrown into the fire in handfuls. Then his eyes, scooped out with your fingers like flesh from the lychee. Then his tongue, ripped away from the throat.

You wife dances around the fire, kneeling and squatting and waving her arms as the smell of roasted flesh and her singing voice, rise and fill the cave.

And at last you wrench the ribs apart and snake your hand into his heart and pull it out from the tendrils of clinging fat, and hold it above the fire and suddenly the flames leap out of the ground, rise and form the figure of a woman whose beauty is such that you begin to weep and must throw your whole body to earth. Your wife, still caught in the rapture of the dance, does not see her. But Mikah-el covers his eyes as though he would tear them from his head.

"I am Ameshiki-Naya-Ur-Kai, She-Whose-Light-Is-Like-Pleasure, of the sun's many daughters, of his bright rays when he wakes in the morn." Her voice is like the warmth after rain. "Sho-Kai, son of my father, my brother, your sacrifice is welcome. And how shall we reward thee?"

[You gain +1 Favor with the spirit of the Sun]

>Power: Unlock a divine power (choices next vote)
>Wisdom: Reveal a secret, or get the answer to a question
>Favor: +1 Favor (Divine favor is gained via sacrifice and vows, and is a bonus to most rolls including any divine magic. Favor is lost when you roll poorly using divine magic or do something to anger the sprits you pledge yourself to)

>>3328693
>>Power: Unlock a divine power (choices next vote)

>>3328693
I want to ask the way to the oracle but we can asknthat in a next sacrifice. For now lets go with power

>>3328693
>>Power: Unlock a divine power (choices next vote)

>>3328707
me too, but the QM said he was anxious to put his magic system out so I decided to go for that instead of the way to the oracle, we can do that later lol

>>3328704
>>3328706
>>3328717

Choose one:

>Photophage - You are sustained by the sun itself, feeding on light, no longer requiring material food as mortals do.

>Fireproof - Heat and flame are as water and wind to your body. You cannot burn.

>Night-Vision - Light never leaves your eyes, and even the dark is like day.

A few details of the magic system to guide your choice:

1. Powers can stack and combine. Certain powers are required to unlock others.
2. Most "active" powers will require a standard d20 roll (3 separate ones as usual) modified by your favor bonus
3. You can use the powers anyway that you like, the only limitation is difficulty (which I will set using DC). Failure will result in loss of Favor. Trying to use divine magic with 0 Favor is not something I recommend.

>>3328758
>>Night-Vision - Light never leaves your eyes, and even the dark is like day.

>>3328758
>>Fireproof - Heat and flame are as water and wind to your body. You cannot burn.

>>3328758

>Night-Vision - Light never leaves your eyes, and even the dark is like day.

>>3328824
I change mine to:

>>Fireproof - Heat and flame are as water and wind to your body. You cannot burn.

>>3328758
>>Night-Vision - Light never leaves your eyes, and even the dark is like day.
As cool as fire proof is, Night Vision is more immediately useful to us. Being fireproof doesn’t protect us from blades or arrows in the dark. Night vision gives us the tools to utilize the dark.

>>3328758

>Night-Vision - Light never leaves your eyes, and even the dark is like day.

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>>3328762
>>3328767
>>3328915
>>3328824

The night has not been a friend to you and you will need light in the mines.

"I see your thoughts, my brother. Look upon me and see Light."

And when you raise your head to look upon her, she reaches for your face and her fingers are like tongues of fire. You scream and your arms fall limp to your side, you cannot reach to cover your face. Then she crushes your eyeballs in her hand until the flesh liquefies like milk and drips down your cheeks, leaving nothing but the bare gray skull sockets behind.

Then she touches the nadir of the bone and two small points of light, golden-blue, bloom there like the first root from a seed. And the vision once lost, is returned more perfect and there is no more darkness for you in the world.

"It is done. And if you would win greater favor from our father, then walk with your breast bare before his light, do not cover yourself. And make sacrifice to him. Such is his decree. And now I go, Sho-Kai, my brother. Be favored, always."

And instantly the flame is put out as if it had never been, not even the traces of smoke or ash or heat left behind. Not even the body you have butchered. Your wife slips out of her trance and seeing your eyes, or lack thereof, rushes to you touch and comfort you.

"Well that was something." Says Mikah-el, spitting into his shirt.

You can feel the two points of warmth where your new divine sight has taken root. The shadows of the forest are as nothing, even as you can sense them, they do not obscure your vision. This is what it is to be Sho-Kai, son of the sun. If only you were not cursed.

In the distance the scouts continue to call and seek you. You cannot stay here long.

>Move deeper into the forest, waste no time to the mines
>Remain here a while longer, rest, wait for the scouts to leave
>Hunt the scouts one-by-one; they will all of them burn for the Sun

>>3329092
>Hunt the scouts one-by-one; they will all of them burn for the Sun

We predator now

>>3329092
>>Hunt the scouts one-by-one; they will all of them burn for the Sun

it's our advantage, now we see and they don't
with more sacrifices we may learn the way to the oracle
we need our heart back

>>3329100
Plus more sacrifices would mean we could get the fire immunity.
>>3329092
Does this mean we can’t wear shirts during the day anymore? There goes the idea of looting and wearing armor.

>>3329100
question:
as Ma-Sho-Kai, can waifu sacrifice?

>>3328689
>Your heart clenches.
Should be:
>Your heart would clench, if you but had one.

>>3329092

>Hunt the scouts one-by-one; they will all of them burn for the Sun

RETURN THE HEART! TAME THE BEAST! GUIDE US FATHER SUN!

>>3329108
Ugh, rubbing it in.

>>3329106
>Does this mean we can’t wear shirts during the day anymore? There goes the idea of looting and wearing armor.

Yes, that's exactly right. But it constitutes a Vow. Keeping a Vow will give you an extra boon when you sacrifice (so you that you get two of the three choices above) while you keep it. The Vows will increase in severity over time, but they are completely optional, There is no penalty for not keeping them. Note that an Oath is different from a Vow and will be discussed when it comes up later.

>>3329107
I accidentally read this as "can you sacrifice waifu", for a second the answer is yes . Ma-Sho-Kai can sacrifice but, as a woman, this is taboo. She has other powers which have already been hinted at and will be revealed with time.

>>3329092
>Hunt the scouts one-by-one; they will all of them burn for the Sun

>>3329142
Basically you keep it from one sacrifice to the next, to get the bonus for the next sacrifice. Anytime you break it, you have to wait until you sacrifice again to start it again.

>>3329142
well, since we have night vision we can sleep naked under the sun during the day and be active with armor during the night

>>3329135
taboo shmamoo, we are cursed and exiled, let the girl sacrifice, it will only help us both

>>3329135
>hinted at
What? Where?
Can we get a hint of the hint?

>>3329155
Eh, I'm not against it

>>3329184
The most recent and obvious one is when she "saw" the tribals that were after you well before they actually attacked.

>>3329184
I bet is a precognition thing, like when she tried to warn us of the archers, and then she said "I told you" "I saw them"

>>3329206
Now you picture both Sho-Kai and Ma-Sho-Kai with fireproof blessing sleeping during the day huddled together in a big campfire

>>3329223
That's pretty hot.

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>>3329257

>>3329097
>>3329100
>>3329116
>>3329140
>It was a pleasure to burn

Roll me 1d20+1 (+1 Favor)

I'm assuming you guys will go shirtless for the time being to keep the vow? (As there is no advantage to doing otherwise, except to hide your scar)

Rolled 6 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>3329346
Shirts are for losers. At least until we are allowed to wear one again.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>3329346
>gain favor
>immediatly lose it

Rolled 15 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>3329346
Not showing off our glorious abs!

Only when we are in the presence of swooning unmarried women do we begrudgingly put the shirt on. Its for our wife you see, wouldn't have to be dressed in bodies of women.

>>3329354
>>3329360
>>3329374

I have the update half-written, but will have to end it here for today.

Is everyone enjoying the quest so far? Is it going too slow?

>>3329670
Its awesome so far, the pace is good, I really was not expecting a full session today, can't wait to resume

still salty over rape anons tho, but what you gonna do, right? Lets hope we can fix this shit, but no big issue

>>3329670
Its fun so far, yeah its a little slow, but not much can be done about that. Just glad you haven't abandoned it.

>>3329696
We make things right by letting her rape us back.

How many hours from now will you be back roughly?

>>3329738
Probably won't be running till next week. I'll tweet a couple hours in advance when/if I run and just tweet the update otherwise

>>3329994
Okay, Do you have a rough idea of the date so i can try and catch the tread?
Why are we spoilering everything?

>>3329206
Interesting.

>>3329994
Are you continuing it here or on a new thread?

>>3339522
New thread:
>>3339984