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An hour passes until four guards came for you.
They have been coming for all the expedition members and returning them with no problem.

Niven had his notes taken and many jars of Rot eater guts were confiscated from Emilia.
But everything had been very controlled despite the wizard’s outcries of injustice.

It gave you the hope that everything would turn out well when the guards took you to a small tent.
Upon entering you saw the inquisitor sitting at a table, filling out paperwork.

He looked up from it and extended his hand to you.
"Good afternoon, I am Inquisitor Salazar. You will be in my charge for now."
With a wave of his hand the guards left and you took a seat in front of him.


...


"Well, now that we're alone. Would you consider killing yourself?" he said in a morbidly jolly tone
"What?"
The inquisitor continued pointing to the small bottle on his table, filled with a greenish liquid.
"This is full of poison, probably enough to kill you, could you -"
"No, wait, why are you asking me this?" You interrupt him in your confusion.
"Because you are a demon." he said as he wrote something on his papers.

There are many questions going around in your head,
And this man's calm demeanor doesn't help.

"Look, I know you're not evil... probably.
But the things your kin brought into this world 452 years ago are still hurting.
Please, your death is the only way to keep protecting this world."


You want to stay calm, but this camp has to have at least forty soldiers.
Why doesn't he just kill you?
But most importantly

"How did you know?" ask him.
"I’m the hand of the god Qothos, his flesh might be dead but not his will. Now let’s resolve this cordially."
What will you do?
>drink the poison (Roll 1d20 Bo3) (Corporality)
>agree with him but don't drink
>disagree
>Convince him that you should live (Roll 1d20 Bo3) (Speech)(DC: 25)
>Convince him to drink the poison (Roll 1d20 Bo3) (Speech)
>He knows what you are, you have to kill him. (Automatic success)
>Write in

If you want to ask any questions or steer the conversation into some way I will include it.

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List of the menbers of the expedition friendly to you so far:

-Niven (Elven Wizard) (madman under medication)
- Anny Wormwood (Elven archeologist,) (voice of reason)
-Tog (Kobold rune crafter) (scared of the world)
- Metis (Elven aistocrat) (might see the future)
- Hildra (mercenary) (Huge fuzzball)
-Emelia (Elven Ranger) (greed personified and pretends to be tough)
-Jericho (Young elven Artificer) (unhealthy curiosity)
-Ghal, (Tyr abomination-slave) (dead on the inside)
-Cat, your cat

>>5143227
I think to start we should take advantage of his apparently cordial approach and try and get him to explain a bit more. Mention that if there's a way to send us home we'd happily cooperate with that instead.
Also what the fuck is up with the poison? Why not just mob us with guards as soon as he saw us?

>>5143258
+1, I think he's partially worried that if he has to fight us, who he assumes is a demon, shit is gonna so sideways, then inside out because we're a demon in the eyes of these people.

I'm really tempted to try and kill this guy. DO you see that auto success? My god it's so tempting, like a freshly roasted duck. Maybe that's why it feels like a bad idea.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>5143227
"You know what one of the first things I did when I came here? I found Ghal - he was a victim of those humans all those years ago, and he was artificially kept alive so he can serve them for eternity. What they did to him - it deeply sickens me. No human I have ever met my entire life would have done something like that to another living creature.
First I promised him to put him out of his misery, but I found a way to free him so he'd be able to have a normal life again. Eat and drink, be merry, have friends, maybe find a woman for himself. I had to convince him to live.
I value life, I value normal life. I don't want to mess with the normalcy of life here. But I don't want to die.
I'm not quite prepared to enter into a philosophical debate about the nature of humanity, and good and evil with you, but I will plead my case."

>Convince him that you should live (Roll 1d20 Bo3) (Speech)(DC: 25)
have to roll a 20 + our 5 in speech

>>5143258
>>5143262
yeah, I think he's afraid of a fight as well
>Maybe that's why it feels like a bad idea.
among other things it would prove that we are evil, not just to him, but our companions as well

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>>5143263
Anon I think we need to vote on things before we roll. I think.

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>>5143267
nah, you can start rolling.
good arguments will increase your roll.

>>5143262
that is correct.
also, there are still Rot-eaters inside the bunker.
taking you both is not a good idea.

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Rolled 14 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>5143270
Oh, then I'll just roll to support whatever this guy is saying >>5143258

Rolled 10 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>5143258
Seems as good an approach as any.

>>5143227
+1

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> try and get him to explain a bit more

He seemed open to conversation and not scared so you pushed a bit.
“I don’t understand, how is my death necessary? ”
The man sighed leaning back slightly in his chair.


"I know you're not malicious, the rest of your teammates are comfortable with your presence.
But imagine you get out of here.
You arrive in any city and start to amass power, something normal.
This world is hostile to you and stability is something we all want.
The leaders of this world would be afraid and declare war wherever you went.
Even if you dedicate yourself exclusively to helping people it would be worse.
They would see you as a resource and would fight to get you.
And that's not even talking about the cultists who would see your arrival as the beginning of the end.

You are not yet aware how much impact your existence has on this world."
"Well, help me hide, help me get back to my house." you tell him appealing to his sense of justice.
He thought for a while, considering the options.

"I don't know if I would be able to hide you, but I know that there is no way to go to 'Averno'.
The library of the inquisition may be lying to me, but the Great War began when the demons began to seek a return.
Please, if you don't listen to me and decide to live, don't look for the way back."
The inquisitor fervidly begged

“One last thing, why poison?”
“the blade is unkind, poison gives a gentle death many can’t afford.”
He seemed very sure of his claim, taking up the bottle and staring the world though it.

He put it down and sook you hand.
“I assume you will want to leave now, I still need stay here.
So please, leave and lay low, in our next encounter I will be bound by duty to try to kill you.”

….

That was a strange interaction to say the least.
And he was right, when they are done here they will probably pursue you.
So you could make it hard on them and prepare.
Talking with the group also gave you ideas on things to do.

What will you do? (Choose 2)
>[Jericho’s plan](Use 1 Fuel) Destroy some of their supplies so the cant follow you as fast
>[Emilia’s plan] Sabotage their maps so they get lost (Roll 1d20 Bo3)(Stealth)
>[Metis plan] Burn a wicker wood doll and leave bait on top of a rock (Roll 1d20 Bo3)(animal handling)
>Try to exchange goods with the soldiers before you go (trade minigame)
>Steal things of use for your travels
>Just start getting distance from the camp
>Convince the inquisitor to give you more time (Roll 1d20 Bo3) (Speech)(DC: 20)
>Write in

would you guys belive i recently got home?
anyway, tomorrow i will try to have 3 updates

>>5143970
>Steal things of use for your travel
Tempted to go for animal handling, as it plays to one of our strengths, but outright siccing a beast on them seems cruel given the mercy just granted to us.

>>5143970
What the inquisitor should be consider instead, is to hire our services. He would be able to keep an eye on us, we can easily disguise our identity, and he would afford our services in dealing with problems. Its mutually beneficial.

Rolled 10 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>5143970

Rolled 4 + 8 (1d20 + 8)

>>5143970
>Steal things of use for your travels
We're sneaky, we can totally do this. Is our bonus to sneaking 3?

>>5144885
>>5144024
nononono
don't give him an excuse to start heading after us immediately, seriously guys

>>5143970
>>Just start getting distance from the camp

>>5144885
>>5144024
>Steal
>>5144974
>getting distance
>>5144035
>talk with the inquisitor

i will begin writing

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When you left the inquisitor's tent you found yourself alone and unguarded.
Without really thinking about it, you started to go back to your group.
You would have to leave this place soon if you want to get out alive.
Passing between the different barracks and losing yourself a bit, you came across the warehouse.
No one was watching, probably because no one would dare steal.
but you were already leaving anyway, so you peeked out to see what they had.

You have obtained:
[16*Rations (1 per day and person)]
[climbing tools (+5 to climbing rolls)]
[30 imperial coins]

You filled your pockets with food, which would help not having to stop so much.
The climbing team didn't know if it would be useful, but they had enough that they wouldn't notice if one went missing.
The coins were in a little bag hidden among the rations, you shouldn't have taken them.
But you were in a frenzy and they shouldn't have been there.


Returning to the group you began to talk about the direction you would take.
Emilia and Tog wanted to go east and to the forests and villages that were in the region.
it was a safe zone from natural hazards.
Niven and Hildra however, proposed fleeing north.
It would be much more dangerous but a large group like the inquisitor's couldn't follow you.

Metis proposed to go further into the land of demons.
They all agreed that it was a bad idea.

Who will you go with?
>The inquisitor is only after you, they don't need to follow you. (some may still decide to follow you)
>Metis is still crippled and Tog won't be able to keep up with you.
Divide the group [Choose companions]
>This world is weird and at least you trust them. Everyone comes.

Where are you going?
>take the map and decide direction.
>[demon map] could you keep heading to more ruins

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map

>>5145011
>never split the party
Metis wanted to make a deal for us to get them savely back to Elven land, so his own idea of going further into demon land is out of question.

>head up north until we got some distance, then beeline around the mountains to travel in safer lowlands

>>5145039
+1 while we're traveling we might as well opportunistically hunt animals and feed then to our computer, and fuck around with it. Maybe play some minecraft.

>>5145011
Oh wait shit. Maybe we should catch something, sacrifice its life to the coin battery, and use said battery to heal Metis and Tog. If Tog is still whining about being slow, se can just carry him under and arm or something. What, how much does he weigh, twenty pounds? Hea like the size of a small medium dog or something. Alternatively we can max heal the cow lady and she can carry Tog.

>>5145203
>>5145039
Its going to be a long update so i will begin writting now

>>5145039
Makes sense.

>>5145011
Supporting:
>head up north until we got some distance, then beeline around the mountains to travel in safer lowlands
>never split the party

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>Everyone north
Looking at the map you decided which way to go.
Following north to the mountains, and then around them.

It was a somewhat dangerous route but you would quickly reach elven lands where it would be easier to be hidden by your companions.

After talking about it with the group, you ended up convincing them.
You began to prepare the supplies and orient yourself.
Each one put on his backpack what they could carry and left the camp without incident.


...


The wasteland smelled of burned wood and mud.
Every step you took broke the layer of ash that covered the ground.
Making it crunch like virgin snow.
The fog dissipated a little more as you moved away from the cursed land
This let you see the mountains on the horizon.

The journey was pretty dull, several hours into the trek and the camp had disappeared from sight
The warm breeze covering the trail made.
There were only a couple of stops when Emilia hunted mouse-like creatures
and when you realized that Tog couldn't keep up with his short legs.


He was exhausted after running after the group so Hildra dropped some of her burden and put him under her arm.
"Hildra stop! This is humiliating!" the kobold wiggled trying to break free.
turning to look you realized that the problem was that Tog was not wearing underwear, leaving him exposed to the wind.

Everyone ignored the pleas of the lizard between chuckles, with the exception of Jericho
"Excuse me miss, could you put him down. I could carry his things so he doesn't get tired."

The mercenary studied him for a bit with her one good eye before replying.
"He'll slow us down. I'll let him go if you carry him." There was a grin on her face, she knew something he didn’t.
Jericho stopped for a moment to think about it and accepted.
Carrying the kobold on his back.
Tog didn't say anything, he just tried to hide his embarrassment.
The young elf tried to comfort him, but only manage to make him hyperventilate a bit.


...

Then you had a little panic attack you realized that you did not know where your cat was.
but you found it in the arms of Ghal.

"Are you holding up well?" You asked him, he had been underground for a long time
And it was strange to see how well he was doing on the trek.
"I don't feel pain, I think I should, but I don't."
"I'll take that as 'decent', and what about this place, does it look normal to you?"
"No, it used to be a green land. So it was transformed into this with the death of the old masters."
*interesting* you thought for yourself.
After a couple more hours of travel and a stop to eat, you decided to prepare camp for the night.
Picking up scattered wood from the few trees and bushes in the area, you had a small fire.

They all brought out sleeping bags or the like.
You took the first watch and crossed your fingers that you could see the stars.
It hadn't been that long since you'd seen them but you wanted to have a bit of normality.

Who is coming to visit?
>The lunar dream
>a galloping herd
>the reliquary procession
>Write in

>>5145358
>Tog was not wearing underwear, leaving him exposed to the wind.
Ez just dont be gay and look at his lizard wiener

Do we even need to sleep? Like at all?

>Write in
>a projection of our lord and saviour Todd Howard

>>5145358
>>The lunar dream
TO THE MOON

>>5145358
>>The lunar dream

Oooh, it's back ! Glad you haven't flaked, Fae !

>>5145360
Be gay and take a peek and go with the moon dream

>>5145358
>The lunar dream

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>>5145360
>Todd Howard
Pickrel
>>5145830
He covers his private parts with his tail, with success for better or worse.
But his butt cheeks are exposed, sadly he is skinny, so no new development has been made in kobold thigh science.


>Lunar dream

You sit quietly waiting for the fog to clear.
The crackling fire made you company while the others slept.

The hours passed in silence, and the sky clears.
The stars are there to your relive.
You can’t find any constellation but that was to be expected.
And the moon is… very close.
It’s a beautiful pearly white, but it’s too large to make sense…
Maybe this world orbits around the moon?
You begin to theorize while the celestial body swallows the night sky.
Wait, Its getting closer?
You panic as you come to the realization that it is indeed going to crash.


Fear takes over and you bolt in the opposite direction
The sound of breaking stone rumbles the earth behind you.
It eventually caches up, squishing you under its weight.
All goes black for a second and then it keeps rolling.

So, you are on the moon.
This is definitely a dream, or you tell yourself that.
It makes no sense you would be here.
The dark sky is filled with stars that shine apathetically to you.

The expanse is a smooth surface, with the exceptions of stone pillars that stab into the ground.
They dig deep into the flesh of her body.
You walk through them, they are filled with runes.
Most of them are way beyond what you understand but they seem to reference each other a lot.
Forming a complex web of magic whose purpose is lost to you.

You keep walking, eventually finding your way home through a hole in the ground.
Your apartment is just as you left it, so you fit back again into your routine.
You shower, feed your cat and yourself and then leave for-
There is nothing there.


You open the door and are back into the cave entrance, your apartment disappearing behind you.
Thankfully you are not alone.
A statue of humanoid shape is chained to the ground.

“Hello” you say
It does not replay back, but she could lead you back home.

What will you do?
>I’m a key, I can open the lock [return route] (+1 aberrance)
>I find this place comfortable, I will stay [settler's route] (+1 corporality)
>This world is broken, I must mend the wounds [martyrdom route] (+ 1 to corporality and speech)
>I will not be your pawn, I’m free! (+1 to any stat)
>Write in

I’ll draw when I get home.
The route will unlock and hide some options in the future, but it can be changed at certain points in the story.

>>5146054
>I will not be your pawn, I’m free! (+1 to any stat)
Fuck you glowie nigger! I'm not falling for your tricks!

>>5146054
also becouse i find it funny
>Seduce the statue [slaughter route] (+1 to speech)

>>5146054
>>This world is broken, I must mend the wounds [martyrdom route] (+ 1 to corporality and speech)

>>5146054
it's not just the aftermath of the war but also the magic system itself is broken
We noticed that before and I thought that was what op was going for anyway, so let him railroad us into the story he wants to tell a little
(also aberrance and speech are good stats to have)
>>This world is broken, I must mend the wounds [martyrdom route] (+ 1 to corporality and speech)

>>5146098
also become a gods champion and bang qt elven priestesses

>>5146054
>>I find this place comfortable, I will stay [settler's route] (+1 corporality)
>>This world is broken, I must mend the wounds [martyrdom route] (+ 1 to corporality and speech)
actually I'm between those two, but settling in demon lands and make the barren land bear fruit once more in a combination could work

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space race makes a daring turn putting the moon on man

>>5146054
>I find this place comfortable, I will stay [settler's route] (+1 corporality)
Changing vote because nothing interesting was going on back home, and rent is a bitch to deal with.

I think
>>This world is broken, I must mend the wounds [martyrdom route] (+ 1 to corporality and speech)
but i'm not sure, looks like its a tie
someone confirm this while i begin drawing

>>5146621
it's a tie since I sorta voted twice, but also had two options in my second one.
Guess you have to do both routes

>>5146621
Breaking the tie
>the world is broken, mend it.

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got frustrated with the drawing and made a small sculture.

>>This world is broken, I must mend the wounds [martyrdom route]
The twisted statue reminds you of the world you have left behind.
Trapped in a single expression, and decaying.
Even the stone itself seems to rot, reflecting its earthly counterpart.

You know you can change it, maybe it would be unfair to leave if you can help.
You crouch down and start removing the parasites from the rock.
She's disappointed that you didn't release her, but you ease the bother.

You work until dawn, when you finally wake up from your strange dream.
Anny woke you up by shaking your shoulder.
“Morning Anon, breakfast is ready.”
After preparing for the day, you returned to the road.
Jericho still carried Tog, who was now at least responding when spoken to.
The ashen desert falling behind and giving way to the prairies.
It was greener, still with remnants of death, but alive.

[Rations reduced by 9. The group has 11 more]


The mountains getting closer, the wind changed and brought fresh breaths from the nearby forests.
Emilia patted you on the back and pointed upward
"I think it will be the first time you see a dragon right?"

You looked at the sky, you really had no expectations.
But seeing a mix of octopus and stingray floating in the distance surprised you.
"They're rare so consider yourself lucky, charmer."
You stared at the creature that flew like a garbage bag blown by the wind.

"And that's a normal creature, isn't it an abomination of war?" you asked the ranger
"Well, kind of normal. It's pretty, isn't it?"
you stared at the elf for a few seconds until she broke in laughter.
"Ok, yes, it's very ugly. But not all things are adorable like Me." she told you, gauging your reaction.
The rest of the way passed without incident.
You reached the foot of the mountains and took a break.
It was supposed to be a short stop but Metis went to sleep.
You assume you have some time to relax.

What will you do in this free time? (Roll 1d20 Bo3)
>talk to someone (who?)
>Find more food(Instinct)(camper)
>Create another spell (explain it)
>follow the trail of a larger creature (Roll 1d100 additionally)
>Wake up Metis and keep walking
>Write in

>>5146710
>Create another spell (explain it)
Summon G U N

>>5146710
>>talk to someone (who?)
Niven.
Ask about the gods of this world again.
and also maybe set up a fake contract, so that when anyone from outside your group sees you as a demon you can point to it to stop them from worrying.

>>5146858
Not a good idea we have no source of ammo

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>5147261
Contract or not, normal people from this world will freak the fuck out.

>>5146710
>follow the trail of a larger creature (Roll 1d100 additionally)
Time to acquire food and loot. We can kill it for rations, and skin it to sell it's hide for muny among other things. If anything we can feed some of it to our computer for an upgrade, or to our coin for when we need a ton of spells on the ready.

>>5147288
would you rather a nuke runs around freely or a nuke to run around belonging to an established clan that has to worry about the political landscape of the world and its continuance?

>>5147326
Neither, because no governing body will tolerate free range nukes or nukes controlled by third parties. It doesn't matter if you form a fake contract or not, demons are on the "kill on sight" list.
We should really up the quality of our disguise, or learn how to defend ourself better.

>>5146710
>Write in
Figure out how to make our disguise better and talk to our companions to expand our general knowledge so we're less likely to give ourselves away by not knowing things that should be common knowledge

>>5146710
>>follow the trail of a larger creature (Roll 1d100 additionally)
we shouldn't let our rations dwindle
als
>>5147337

>>5147326
>>5147334
>Neither
is of course the right answer, but it will come out sooner or later, and you need to prepare for PR disasters before they happen

>>5147349
If we were able to convince to Inquisitor to work with us, we could in theory make up some bullshit inquisitor approved legal contract that states blah blah blah the demon is being used by the inquisition, don't fuck with it or it will eat your soul etc etc. I'm not big on know how to hash our the details, but that's the best PR prepping I can think of.

>>5147334
I think you'd like to win the nuke for yourself before it's aimed at yourself.
inquisitor was right that we upset the world by merely existing. peasants always fear us, no issue there. But actually smart nobles will want to use us for themselves

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>>follow the trail of a larger creature (Roll 1d100 additionally)

Your main concern now is food, it doesn't matter if you get discovered.
The first thing is getting there alive and not starving.

Using your skills and the terrain to your advantage, you find a trail of some medium creatures.
About the size of a horse.
the footprints remind you of a goat but with three hooves on each leg.

You tell the rest that you are going to hunt and ask them to wait for you.
After a while following the trail through rocky ridges and ash moors, you come across the creatures.
The bellows could be heard from afar.


There are three antelope-like animals trapped in a tar pit.
one of them is almost completely buried and the other two only have the legs.
They're not that far from the edge of the pit, although they panicked and they went deeper.
There are a couple of cliffs nearby, oozing this slimy mass.
the excess creates a small river that descends almost without current.

You look at the trail and it seems that the rest of the pack avoided this trap.
but it leaves you with the decision of what to do with the animals.
they are very close to you now, they see you, but cannot act.
the best they can do is try to intimidate you.
it does not work.


you could kill them and take out the meat,
although you would need to be able to get to them without getting traped yourself.
And if you manage to pull them out alive, maybe use them as pack animals.
If they don't escape, of course.

While you decide, you take some of the tar in a jar,
you don't know if you will use it, but you are used to taking everything.
just in case

[tar jar: ???]

What will you do?
>Take advantage of the situation. (Game of Trials)
>Leave them there and return to the group.
>Write in


>>GAME OF TRIAL'S
In this game you can say anything to try taking advantage of the situation.
If a plan is created that solves the puzzle you gain (+1 strength) permanently.

In this case, getting one and a half animals out of the tar will suffice.
(More or less, depending on their condition and what you get out of them.)

Sorry for the delay and short update.
this is a problem you can try solving anyway you think of so good luck.

>>5147561
I do like the inquisitor as the "villan" a lot since he is not evil nor technically wrong.
seemed fun to make the antagonist that way.

And i will say i enjoy a lot the diferent plans you guys are making for hidding and avoiding panic.

>>5147337
Thats clever, i will begin to write banter of this type for diferent post.
---

Name; Anon
Strength-[5] /Aberrance -[1] /Instinct-[6] /Speech-[6] / Corporeality –[6] /Insight – [5]

Skills:
Rascal; +3 to sneak and investigation
Animal empathy: +3 to roll of Speech and Insight when interacting with an animal.
Camper: +1 to all survival skill rolls
“Soulless”: Magic can’t put you to sleep or charm you.
“Demonic” vigor: Reduce all damage by 1
Spell crafting 7/10; when modifying and creating spells you get a +7 bonus

Spells:
<Minor heal = [1 Aberrance] (Range: Touch) (Heal 1 Corporality)>
<Mage armor; (1 Aberrance) (Reduce the damage received from one attack by 3 to a min of 0) (stays for 10 min)>
<Force arrow [3 Aberrance] (Range: Medium) (1d10 blunt damage)>


Inventory: (30 Imperial coins)
Fuel *2
Hammer 1d4 blunt damage
Rending cleaver = 1d4 +2 slashing damage, - 2 to hit
Demon Lantern = [1 Aberrance] (produce a source of light with short range for 5 h)
Human-doll; no actual use but it can reach a high price amongst collectors
Gas-mask; Wearer is immune to gas type poisons,+2 to hide your identity, -1 to hit rolls when equip, -1 to speech rolls
Soul battery; (Contains 5 Aberrance) can be recharged pouring Aberrance into it or killing a creature equip with it
Climbing tools; +5 to climbing rolls
Chestplate; Will reduce the damage taken from critical strikes by 2.
Rot-eater skull; no actual use but it can reach a high price amongst collectors
demon map; map of the Pre-Great war human land
demon laptop

>>5147582
Do we have rope with us? What about back at the campsite?

>>5147593
>Climbing tools; +5 to climbing rolls
for very general stuff i will allow just forming them out of mid air.
dont want overpreparing at shops, takes too much time and its not that fun.

>>5147582
>Take advantage of the situation. (Game of Trials
)
>>5147593
+1 try forming a lasso with the climbing tools to pull the animals out of the tar pits one at a time. No need to wad our way too close.

>>5147582
>>Take advantage of the situation. (Game of Trials)

>>5147637
lasso it? how? we could throw it around their necks, but pulling them to us would only cause them to suffocate

The advantage we have is that our feet are rather broad, compared to the dainty legs of deer-like creatures.
which means we have better weight distrubution and don't get stuck as easily
Still, tar is bad if it gets to flow around and over your foot, so we have to do something about the surface of it.
Best thing would be to lay out leaves to stop the tar from changing it's surface easily, and branches for even better weight distripution.

either way, we first need to calm them down a bit to not struggle and sink in deeper.

I rather get them out alive (to string them up and bleed them out while the heart does all the heavy lifting to pump the blood out)
alternatively we go back and ask for help

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>5147666
wait, we have animal kin stuff

>>5147582
>try to calm the animals down
speech 5+3 Animal empathy

>>5147666
I'm against going anywhere. lose to that tar pit, thay just spells trouble. We can exactly dig the tar out from under them.
Can we try the lasso first, and if that doesnt work we get the gust lady to rip them out the muck?

Rolled 17 + 8 (1d20 + 8)

>>5147699
Oh yeah, we do dont we

Rolled 1 + 8 (1d20 + 8)

>>5147666
>>5147699
+1 to calming them down but
>>5147593
>>5147637
lasso them if we can to pull them out

>>5147727
U H
O H

>>5147740
op said there are o crits last time... right? RIGHT?!?

Rolled 6 + 8 (1d20 + 8)

>>5147590

Just got home, sorry but it will be only 1 update today

the rolls you give me will be usefull for avoiding them running away if you get them out alive.
But the puzzle itself requires no rolls.
if its a good plan it will succeed.
you have 5 strenght and they have 2 corporality, they are light. easy pull.

the ambiguous ones like lasowing them and pulling will have something like 1d6
1-you pull their head off (no loot)
2-4 you choke them but pull them out (its dead)
5-6 they get out fine.

something like that, depend.
>>5147743
dont worry, its only when the diference of roll and DC is 12 or more.

Rolled 3 (1d6)

>>5147833

>>5147833
I'm no expert when it comes to tar pits, but that other anon sounds like he was on to something. Are there branches or rock we can kick into the pit to give us some standing leverage so we can pull the animals out? Can we use our animal handling to calm them down?

>>5147866
Well, I'm no expert, but I passed fluid dynamics on my second try in university

>>5148911
>>5147666
and my IP changed again, I'm that guy

>>5147582
>About the size of a horse.
>There are three antelope-like animals trapped in a tar pit.
>one of them is almost completely buried and the other two only have the legs.
>You look at the trail and it seems that the rest of the pack avoided this trap.
Alright I needed to reread this. This is supposed to be a puzzle, but I still know jack shit about escaping tar pits unless you got a crane.

For starter we need to calm the animals down, maybe use animal handling and offering a bit of a single ration between the three of them for a handling bonus. If they're calm they'll struggle less and sink slower. The two by the edges I'm pretty sure we can get out 100% if we toss in some rocks and large branches to step on, and use the improvised platform to leverage a foot on so we can carefully remove their legs from the tar one at a time. We could probably chop down some branches with our rending cleaver.
We would then repeat the same process with the other horse sized goat thing on the edge of the rat pit.

The one that's almost completely submerged, yeah that fucked mate. I'll be honest got no idea how to get that one out beyond fucking around with the computer to try and develop a grease spell or levitation spell to pull the whole thing out.

Anyone have a better idea?

>>5148993
>develop a grease spell
both tar and oil are mostly hydrocarbons, with tar sorta polluted by free carbon

maybe we can separate it into oil and something like charcoal powder

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>>5149014
What like a spell that can distill the tar? Could work? I pretty much gave up on the third guy.

>>5149025
thing is I'm not entirely sure we should mess with reality like that on a whim, but yes

>>5149033
We should do it anyways, as an excuse on what we can do with magic, and as a general fuck you to reality. Plus it's the perfect test subject with how restricted it is.

>>5149036
well, if we stick to equivalent exchange (which this would be) I'm more comfortable than just setting our lifeforce to a higher level

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>>5149038
Wait.
I got it.
Now bear with me, we create an orgasm spell. We make the tar pit cum all the oil, leaving charcoal powder.

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>>5149042
on the list of things I want to get to orgasm after i get isekai'd...
a tar pit didn't make it on the list, anon

>>5149045
You doubt my solution to the QM's puzzle?
Yeah that's fair. A cum spell is way too far out there. Maybe we should use our climbing tools to tie us to something secure, attempt to secure a length of rope to the goat in the middle of the tar, and try to pull it out?

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while you search through your backpack and think of ways to reach those animals, you come up with a plan.

it takes a while, but with enough soil and rubble you cover the surface
Giving you a ground to walk on, your shoes sink a bit but don't get stuck.
You slowly advance, the animals becoming more nervous and noisy.

Once you reach them they panic, reinvigorated by fear you try to escape.
They stumble trying to get free, almost falling like their partner.

freeing them is not difficult, the difficult thing is that they do not accidentally push you and make you fall.

[Roll 17 + 9 DC 13 Roll; critical success]

Starting with a rope around their necks so they don't run away.
You begin releasing them slowly.
Slowly pulling each leg, you manage to free them.
They try to kick you from time to time, but by keeping them leashed and working fast you manage to get them out
before the path you've built sinks into the black slime.

You managed to get two out alive.
The third you try to free it but you can't unclog it without risking sinking yourself.
So you tie a rope around it and try pulling.
>>5147848
The good news is that its out of the tar, the bad news is that by pulling you crushed its rib cage.
Killing it.
Well, two out of three isn't bad.

Carrying the dead one and pulling the other two, you return to camp.
Everyone looks at you strangely when you come back.
worried you might have stolen them from some caravan.
After a brief explanation and more talking on what to do with them
you learned that Emilia had worked for a while in a butcher shop.
Between her and Hildra they could clean and prepare them given time.

What will you do?
Each animal can be transformed into 6 rations and a pelt (quality: D)
You have 2 alive and 1 dead.
if kept alive they serve as pack animals.(slightly increase the speed of the group)


GAME OF TRAIL = Pass
+1 to strength

this evening i will have more free time so a proper update will be made

>>5148993
This puzzle is built around me getting stuck in mud once.
Having an outside "foothold" and pulling one leg at a time is the best way out.

>>5149042
this magic system was made so players can break it
but please, dont

>>5149212
>Ask if it's normal to have a space egg floating in the sky and inquire about the moon and related gods

>>5149219
+1

>>5149212
Butcher the dead one, keep the other two alive.
Introduce cat to them, so they're friends.
Pet the horsie goats.

>>5149212
>[Rations reduced by 9. The group has 11 more]
Are these rations independent from the 15 we stole from the Inquisitor?

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Leaving Emilia and Hildra to take care of preparing the animal that died.
you take the other two a little further.
[Group Servings = 17]
[pelt obtained(quality D)]

You sit next to Jericho and Ghal, both of whom couldn't bear to see blood.
They informed you that they were wild horses.
You doubted the statement because this did not look like a horse or a wild animal.
they were too calm as you ran your hand through their mane.
You quickly decided it was a bad decision when you saw the spikes they had.
so you took your cat, who was walking around the camp.

The horses seemed more frightened of his presence than he was of them.
Which spoke poorly of the character of the creatures.

With nothing else to do until they finished you started talking.
"Jericho, dumb question, but what's wrong with the moon?"
you are sure that this place has the astral body.
But you're not sure if you had a bad dream or if it's more magic shit.


"Is it the home of the gods? I don't know what you find strange." answered the kid
and with that you confirmed that it was not a dream, more or less.
"Okay, start from the beginning. What gods?"

It was Ghal who started the history lesson.
"Before there was the moon or magic, there was Gaia.
she gave birth to the monstrous races, the titans, dragons and all the animals.
One day a god came from another side, just like humans, he did not belong to this place.
He fell in love with The First Mother and they had 3 children.
The external god died of old age and Gaia, in her sadness, went to sleep.

The 3 young gods, alone, created mortals and lead the world.
Well, one of them died at the hands of the demon lord."
Jericho confirms what he has told you, but it does not explain what you saw.
Although you decide to keep it for yourself.
but if there is something else you also want to ask.

"You say that Gaia is asleep, but Metis speaks of her as if she is wide awake."
It is then when Niven sits close to you and responds after eavesdropping for a while.

"Metis is from...a slightly heretical cult. They think Gaia wants to end her dream and wake up.
The elven kingdoms don't mind the idea but the Empire says the all mother must not be interrupted."

That gives you a lot to think about.
You're still not sure it's true but you'll get there.
"I personally believe that -" Niven continues speaking and enters a theological debate with Ghal
about cults and the morality of praying to the external god.

you don't learn much new but its entertaining to watch.

...

An hour later you have everything ready and you start the march again.

Thanks to the new pack animals you make good progress and reach the edge of the forest.
Officially leaving that wasteland behind.


What interrupts your trip now?
>BANDITS
>it starts to rain
>Metis is delirious
>a caravan
>Write in

>>5149465
yes, i just mixed them to make it easier for me

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>>5149557
>but the Empire says the all mother must not be interrupted.
This reminds me of that one Lovecraftian god that dreams of reality, and it's surrounding by a court of abominations that sings to it so the all consuming sleeping god stays sleep. Because if he wakes reality will end.
https://lovecraft.fandom.com/wiki/Azathoth
This guy.

>BANDITS

>>5149557
>>BANDITS
just gonna second that to move on

can we render the horses fat and make soap?

>>5149557
>BANDITOS

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>bandits

Time continues to pass and you make good progress through the forest.
finding the occasional abandoned house.

The transition from wilderness paths to a highway is slow, but now you'll progress faster.
Deciding to take advantage of the time, you talk with Metis so that she tells you how to pretend to be an elf.

"We live under the elven democracy, clans have representatives and they go to a parliament.

You will also find electricity and running water, just not everywhere.
We are still learning from the demon-tech remnants... let me think.
the military is lead by the judges... all elfs share the same blood type, and horns are a symbol of health."

Metis was going to continue telling you random bits of his culture when Anny stopped him.
"That's not what you need, leave it to me." she said she pushed her boss to get closer.

Over the next few hours, she explains the appropriate way to address superiors and the education standards expected of any person.

It's a bit tiring but you feel more confident in your costume.
The neighing of one of the "horses" and Tog's complaints after falling off stop you.
There are three people blocking the path and four more emerge from the sides, surrounding you.
They are dressed in brown robes and try to hide their faces with scarves.
their weapons are stolen farm equipment and kitchen knives.
The leader is the only one who seems decently equipped, wearing a makeshift breastplate and a real sword.

"This is a robbery, leave your animals here and turn around."
the bandit spoke confidently.

your companions did not know how to react.
in another situation they might have considered what to do.
But now there was you.
And they were afraid of what you might do.
Except for Hildra, who held her laughter as she grabbed his gun.

What will you do? Roll 1d20 Bo3
getting mugged will take away 3 random items and the coins


I need to go so I'll put this on quick and I'll be right back

>>5150264
>their weapons are stolen farm equipment and kitchen knives.
>The leader is the only one who seems decently equipped, wearing a makeshift breastplate and a real sword.
[...]
>as she grabbed his gun.
gun?

>>5150280
Brain fart. I use a translator to help but it sometimes likes to fuck with me.
It was soposed to say weapon

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>5150264
>Encourage our two living 'horses' to stampede
>Use the distraction to take down the leader, non-lethally if possible

Rolled 19 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>5150264
ok, but no ranged weapons, right?
if not, then...
"Look, shitbag, these are not some merchants, who hired one bodyguard for their travels, these are scholars going into demon lands and had to find some muscle to defend them against rot eaters and demon beasts. And I guess I still have to protect them on their way back. You know- I killed something twice your size not two days ago. Some of my comrades have had chunks bitten out of them. And I'm really not in the mood for some wayward wannabe who thinks hes tough shit. So how about another deal. Because I'm such a nice guy, I give you and your merry men a coin each and they don't have to find out today what their insides look like on the outside. Sounds fair?"
the question is more directed at his men.

roll speech?

Rolled 7 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>5150264
Hildra has a fucking gun? Okay.

>getting mugged will take away 3 random items and the coins
Nnnnnno. No I'd rather not.

>>5150308
Eh. Honestly? I'd rather kill them all on the spot if we were just here alone, but our travel buddies might have words against that. I'll support your vote but I'd like to also talk them out of being Bandit scum? Someone less merciful is bound to kill them all one day, and no one could cry over their deaths. They should just go back to being farmers, or try improving their education or something.

>>5150308
>>5150264
But if the speech check fails I'm voting for blood and death.

>>5150334
>Hildra has a fucking gun? Okay.
nope

>>5150334
>>5150336
well, I rolled a 25, so... we can maybe get them to mend their ways too.

Piracy only worked because those ships were filled to the brim with people and they simply had the numbers advantage.
Here? It's 7 bandits versus more than 9 of us (at least one with a bow and two who can cast fire arrows)
always avoid unnecessary fighting, because you only have to get unlucky once and someone can die.

what I'm more worried about is that I have no idea how much one coin is worth
but we have 30 that we stole ourselves

>>5150345
Maybe we should ask some of our traveling companions how much a single imperial coin is worth through whispers? If they're the equivalent of a gold coin in DnD then one each should be enough. If an Imperial Coin is like a platinum coin, just give the group 1 coin.

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>>5150334
>Hildra has a fucking gun? Okay.
I messed up.
but it gave me the idea that Gun is not a gun.
Just the name of the legendary weapon used by the demon lord.
seems funny to give it the same connotations as Excalibur here.

>>5150356
1 coin = 1 ration, similar to d&d.
minimun salary is 70 coins

>>5150308
Neat.

>>5150406
make it a Mauser

>>5150406
1 ration is 5 silvers, which means 1 imperial coins is worth 5 silver coins.
That means each guard, or inquisitorial guards gets payed the equivalent of 35 gold coins, I assume yearly? Eh decent pay.

I like the name Gun for her hammer.

Rolled 7 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>5150406
Mother I crave violence

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>>5150531
Anon, i'm sorry to say this but it would be a draw and i almost finished the update.
It my fault for not closing voting but i will need to ignore your vote.
sorry.
its my bad, i just dont have the habit

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You studied the bandits for a while and while they were a many, they didn’t really pose a real threat .
They were probably overconfident, you still did not trust them to be morons and try to fight.

"Look, shitbag, these are not some merchants, who hired one bodyguard for their travels, these are scholars going into demon lands
and had to find some muscle to defend them against rot eaters and demon beasts. And I guess I still have to protect them on their way back.
You know- I killed something twice your size not two days ago. Some of my comrades have had chunks bitten out of them.
And I'm really not in the mood for some wayward wannabe who thinks he’s tough shit.
So how about another deal. Because I'm such a nice guy,
I give you and your merry men a coin each and they don't have to find out today what their insides look like on the outside. Sounds fair?"

[Roll 19 + 6 + 3 (good argument) DC 15 Result; Critical Success ]

The bandits look at each other.
“DEAL!” screams the leader
“that’s very little….” Said one of them before immediately getting punched by another bandit.
That was easy.

…

After giving them seven coins you chat with the leader a bit.
“Why are you doing this, you are clearly underequipped.” You ask
“Well, its part of the act. If they don’t turn around we just use a light spell to stun them.
They don’t expect us to use combat magic.”
He then shows you a large piece of wood with a big and rough rune carved into it

Spell learned:
<Improvised flash: [1 Aberrance] (Range: Short)( target creature suffers the lingering injury Blind for 3 turns) (Roll 1d4= on a 4 you are also blinded) >


“And that works?”
“Sometimes.” He shrugs
“Dude, why would you risk your life like this? Go back home.”
“Yeah, yeah, but it can pay very well when it works. And with so many monsters it’s easier to have a job that keeps you on the move.”
You were going to call him an idiot, but how do those fantasy worlds in the books you read deal with the constant monsters.
While you try to remember he indicates a few hamlets in your map and tells you paths to avoid.

…

Once you are back on the path and the bandits are well behind you speak out loud.
“That was odd.”
“yeah, I thought you were going to kill them all.” Jericho chirped
“I get the talking it out, but why did you have to pay them.” Hildra was disappointed she didn’t get a chance to quell her itch for a fight.
“The less corpses in our path the less the god sworn will have to track us.” Metis said with his iconic smile.

The path continued in silence for a while, the only notable thing was when Anny approached you
Thanking you for trying to convince them of leaving that life.
Maybe you struck a nerve because she seemed gloomy .

You lose track of time and arrive at a hamlet at dusk.
Its only around eight houses and one of them looks like a refurbish barn.
It appears the barn like house is the inn, and its open.

What will you do?
>Step inside and spend the night (1 coin per person)(+1 to the next roll)
>Don’t risk it, sleep in the forest (free)
>Let the others pay and sneak in yourself (roll 1d20 Bo3) (1 coin per person)
>Write in

-Game of distortion-
Add a photo to your vote and they will be added into the hamlet in some way.
The more complex the photograph the more changes it will have.
Example
A box will be a box but a place will become a unrecognizable parody of its former self.

>>5150561
>“The less corpses in our path the less the god sworn will have to track us.” Metis said with his iconic smile.

Lost in translation:
“The less corpses in our path the harder the god sworn will have to track us.”

>>5150561
>Step inside and spend the night (1 coin per person)(+1 to the next roll)
Use it or lose it.

Try to see if we can sell off the pelt in exchange for coin and animal feed.

>>5150580
if you sneak inside you should also get the bonus for resting comfortably.
but they could kick you out if they find you

I will add selling the pelt to the post tho

>>5150561
Heres my photo.
We'll need saddles for the horses, and need to do something about the spikes, maybe cut down the spikes to nubs. Will the pelts cover the cost for saddles and reigns?

>>5150616
>>5150585
Piss and shit I cant post images right now.
https://www.candb.com/site/candb/images/artwork/riverwood-street_skyrim_bethesda.jpg

Have a shitty reddit link.

>>5150561
>Step inside and spend the night (1 coin per person)(+1 to the next roll)

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-Game of distortion-
Skyrim village (distortion: Low) (added forge)
>Step inside and spend the night (1 coin per person)(+1 to the next roll)


Entering the tavern was an enlightening experience.
The place was a large room with a fireplace and several scattered tables.
Although there were really only two occupied by the few local patrons.
Your entry was noted and forgotten.


This small village saw the occasional traveler, so your presence was somewhat normal.
As long as you didn’t make a scene the inquisitor would have a dead end here.
Approaching the bar, the old bartender greeted you.

You tried to hide while the rooms were paid for.
You had to pay a little while Metis negotiated the purchase of more rations for the trip.
And annoyingly you also had pay to put the horses in a stable.

(4 coins used, 19 imperial coins remain)


With everything paid you went up to the rooms.
Room?
It was another large hall with beds separated by walls made of a couple of planks.
Niven and Metis came up soon after with dinner and a bunch of rations they had managed to buy.
A goodbye later and you finally rested on a real bed.
It smelled like hay and it couldn't compare to the one in
your apartment but it was better than what you've had these last few days.

(Well rested bonus: +1 to your next roll)
[the group has 37 Rations now]

The morning was busy.
You managed to sell the pelt for 5 coins and immediately use 4 to buy some saddles for the horses.
Then with the help of the blacksmith you filed down the spikes.
(Action unlock: Pet horse)

The animals remained calm during the process and would make handling them an easier task.
When you were done you considered selling more stuff, but this place dint need much.
Their only interest is on more basic resources and tools.


You finally meet up with the group, and get ready to leave.
You have been making good progress and the nearest elven city is just a few days away.

Choose intermission?
>The inquisitor’s occupation
>Metis POV
>Hildra wants to grapple with the human
>Op just skip this.
>Write in (another character)

Do you want a time skip?
>Yes, let’s get to the elven city. No benefits but you get there safe.
>Yes, but let’s plan what we will be doing on the way. A few chances to earn coin but you take a small risk.
>No, day by day. More loot but more dangers for the path.


---

Well.
We are going to hit the 1 week mark.
Any sugestions on things i should be doing.
or not doing.

>>5151189
>The inquisitor’s occupation

>No, day by day. More loot but more dangers for the path.

Just like the Oragan Trail. Just dont ford the river.

>Any sugestions on things i should be doing.
or not doing.
What is this^^^^? What's this word posting format you're using?

>>5151189
>We are going to hit the 1 week mark.
>Any sugestions on things i should be doing.
>or not doing.
Well, since you asked.

>doing:
I'd like more character moments. Conversation where personalities shine through.
I'd like to ask members of the expedition what they are going to do after returning home. They know a demon runs around, and yes, we're now sorta accepting the fact that Humans are considered as demons. etc.

For conversations, there was a QM who did them non-chronologically. Like: he would respond to multiple things at once, continueing every conversation-thread individually, even if they would rationally be happening at different times. Do you know what I mean?
I'd like to ask Niven and Anny about Clan Seeker (they are both from it, right?), Hildra where she learned to fight, or Emilia if she's interested in something non-fiction.

>not doing:
I'm not really a fan of "what should happen next? Bandit attack?" type of choices. Those are not our characters decisions. It's weird.
unless...
>Game of distortion
do we have reality warping powers akin to Bastian in "The Neverending Story" who wishes for something and then the world has always been like this, or rather mages in "Mage the Ascention" where you actively force your will on reality to cast magic.

I also don't think Intermissions should give us knowledge that we shouldn't have as players and only serve as flavortext for immersion
>>Hildra wants to grapple with the human

>No, day by day. More loot but more dangers for the path.

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>>5151277
i need feedback
If I know what I have to fix, I deal better with the fear that everything is wrong.

>>5151316
>I'd like more character moments. Conversation where personalities shine through.
okie dokie

>non-chronologically.
I think I understand,
like running conversations paralel to the quest?
I'll try to apply it

>Game of distortion
>do we have reality warping powers
more or less. Its a game for the players, not something from this world.
A way the players can add certain setpices in the world, they could use.


>I also don't think Intermissions should give us knowledge that we shouldn't have as players
I have considered this, not very realistic if you know where the inquisitor is.
but on the other hand is a fun writting exercise for me.
Playing with other characters and places.
I take your advise and tone them down in the future.


Will wait a bit for a tie breaker and begin

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>The inquisitor’s occupation -1
>Hildra wants to grapple with the human -2

locked and writting

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>5151402
rolling for cum power

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>Inquisitor occupation
The work of the inquisition is eternal.
It’s not something that will ever be done.
Salazar knew this
He was just treating the symptoms.

But when the bunker entrance finally collapsed under the strength of his mages he felt a little victory.
He had successfully extinguished the infection and sealed off the entrance.
The rot was still there, but it could do nothing but suffer.
Now he had to deal with the worse part of being an inquisitor.
Reporting to his superior.


The channel of communication used was based on a piece of demon-tech.
Something that brought him great joy, as the others inquisitors refused to acknowledged it .
He returned to his tent and took out a small brick shaped object with runes carved on it.
Looked like a radio.

“Inquisitor Salazar present, identification code [ REDACTED ]”
“Confirmed. Grand Inquisitor Franco here, report.”
“The tip was correct, the ruins where here, a group found them recently but was already gone.
The land has been purged and cleaned of demon ruins. Requesting permission to pursue the remnants of the expedition.”
He didn’t like lying to his boss, but telling him the real reason he had let them go would not fly well.

“Granted, after you capture them you must investigate how they learned of this place.
The anonymous tip we received could not be traced.
It’s imperative we discover who is giving away this information.”


A flicker of static and it was over.
Salazar breathed a bit easier now.
His lie had been convincing, now he needed to take care of those lose ends.
He had lost a lot of men, but he could recruit more.
his aproach was quantity over quality anyway.

He needed to catch the demon before too many sightings of him became public.
*I hate this job* he though, pouring himself a drink.

>I'd like to ask Niven and Anny about Clan Seeker (they are both from it, right?)

You have been on the road for a while.
the village had already disappeared from your sight and the road felt neglected with overgrown weeds.
Your curiosity had been growing about some subjects so you approached Anny to talk.
"If I remember correctly, are you from clan seeker?"
Anny was slightly surprised by the question.
"Yes, Niven, Jericho and I belong to the clan. Are you considering joining?"
"Is it possible?"
"Oh, sure. It would be a bit difficult but it could be done.
Though I assume you'd want to know what we do first."
She had a gentle smile.

"You shouldn't have asked." Metis whispered to you.
The comment bothered you a bit, and you were going to tell him that very graphically.
But Niven grabbed your hand.
"I'm so proud of your first step son."
He was holding your hand tightly with an idiotic smile.
“Admission requirements are few, start-"
The magician was stopped by Anny.
"Niven, calm down, he is just wondering."
"But he is a boy full of curiosity!"
"You're making a fool of yourself." Said the young woman trying to remain serene.

"ANON, sign here to start the application.
This way you will get parliamentary representation and citizenship.
Apart from the obvious benefits of entering the protective policies for exploration. "
Anny tried to take the papers from him but the old man raised them above his head.


"Anny, why is he so excited." you asked, ignoring the old man who was trying to sell you his government.
"If you sign the entry through his patronage you would legally be his apprentice."
"It's not because of that... well yes.
But imagine having a demon in the clan, it would be so easy to understand the artifacts we found."
That caught your attention, do they just store all the technology they find?
"What does your clan actually do?"
"Search for demon-tech, catalog it, and try to replicate it.
We're also the only ones who bother to keep pre-Great War history written down."

"If this is your line of work, what has happened on this expedition? You came unprepared." You said
They were both silent for a while.
"It was accidental that we found something that big on the outskirts of the wasteland. Bad luck."
Niven lost the energy he had been showing and thought of all that he had left behind.

His mood spoiled by memory
The rest of the trip was uneventful.
Most of it was spend talking with Hildra, she has the theory the kobold might be a female.
You could not confirm it but it’s a fun though.

Eventually you all need to rest, so what will you do with your free time?
>Find more food(Instinct)(camper) (Roll 1d20)
>Create another spell (explain it)
>Maybe Anny could teach you how to cook.
>Emilia is going hunting, you should follow.
>Tog is wood carving something, is that you?
>Write in

>>5151485
>>Maybe Anny could teach you how to cook.
inquire about the types of animals around especially the ones that get domesticated and which taste the best

>>5151496
+1 I like me some bushcrafting and cooking

>>5151477
one more thing,
pet the horse

>>5151485
Let's try to recreate the grease spell from D&D. It might be useful if we need to make a quick getaway.

Locked and writting

>>5152121
Pet the horse
Sleep with the horse
Use the gross computer to make sure selfies of sleeping horses

>>5152051
What does Grease do again? Makes you faster?

>>5152130
grease is a spell that can be described by many a slur
it makes a zone of the ground where
if you do anything in it, you fall on your face (if you fail a check), then you have to stand up, and, if you try to move again, you have to make the check again

this means that any low level character is perma stuck eating shit until the spell ends (which it basically doesn't)

>>5152140
Oh my gosh that's perfect. The versatility of such a spell would be great. You could cast Grease on a group of charging enemies. Some will eat shit, then the guys sides or behind them would need to make their own saves to not eat shit, and even if they do they have keep making saves as they move, and also an additional one to not trip on their friends. It would because glorious dog pile of shit eating.
It could also be used to greasing stuck mechanisms or sliding heavy things out of the way?

>>5152144
>It could also be used to greasing stuck mechanisms or sliding heavy things out of the way?
theoretically, yeah, but it would fall in the realm of "ask the DM", on in this case, "ask the QM"

grease is the most powerful level 1 spell bar none, so I'm not even sure if it would be allowed, it power is only limited by being a pure early game spell (mid or high level targets have good enoug saves for it) and its area of effect (ten foot square)

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>Maybe Anny could teach you how to cook.
Sitting next to Anny, you watch how she prepares the food.
The principles are similar, but you don't understand the ingredients.

You ask about it and she patiently guides you through the steps, letting you help her.
The fat used to prepare the dishes is salty so you have to add herbs to mask it.
And the different meats are prepared in ways that do not combine well with some recipes.
There are also many meats that are bitter if you don't prepare them with vinegar.

You spent a couple of rations on your apprenticeship but feel confident that you've made progress.
(Learning Cook skill (1/2))
[the group has 26 Rations now]

the conversation ends up being about farm animals.
"I was born on a farm actually. We had anzus and we grew wheat." she started telling you.
"Anzus?"
She gave you a description of a chicken-sized griffin, bit odd.
"The meat is good, but if you want to enter the world of cooking, the best would be beef. The problem is getting it, since few raise animals of that size."
"How big are they?"
"Hildra could use them as a horse and have space for another person."

"There is also a demonic animal that is raised. Sheep."
It's a little hard to hold back laughter.
From all they could have said, sheep being demonic is a bit absurd.
"Are they carnivorous or something? Why are they demonic?" you asked her.
she shrugged
"It's just an animal that humans started breeding. I don't know where they got it from."
"And people just have them?"
"They are very convenient."
So you are trapped in a fantastic world and the most normal thing is the sheep.
fantastic.

“Let’s go back a bit, how did you end up here if you were raised on a farm?”
“Farms are terribly boring, so I went out to the world for a bit of adventure.
I think this was enough so maybe I will go back.
Not sure what I will tell my parents. What about you? Big plans?”
“No, just getting ground between me and the inquisition.”
She looked at you trying to ignore the voice in her head that blamed her for your situation
But no words came to her mind, so she returned to watching the fire.

…

The road was clear and the wind carried the smell of pine trees
Jericho and Tog were still talking about bunker stuff,
even after they had been talking about it for 4 hours straight.


Everything else was fine until you ran out of road.
There was no gradual disappearance of the road.
There was not a fallen tree that separated both pieces.
The dirt road was simply gone.
Ending a perfect cut that separated gravel from the forest.

It was very strange.
Niven blamed various gods and forest spirits for this
But it didn't change the situation, the path was gone.
You could backtrack and pray there was another road.
Or you could keep going without a path.

There was also the option of camping and waiting for the morning sun to be able to orient oneself better.
Tog proposed to burn the forest, bad idea but you appreciate his enthusiasm.

What will you do?
>Go back (loose time)
>Go forward (Roll 1d8)
>Camp wan wait for morning(roll 1d100)
>Write in

I will make a drawing when i have time.
>>5152146
>>5152144
You can craft a spell that blows up the moon.
The only thing i will intervine with is the Aberrance cost to cast it.
Go nuts, its part of the ingame reason humanity are considered demons.

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>5152178
>Camp and wait for morning(roll 1d100)

Also on the topic of spells let's make one that will temporarily blind people, should help if we need to make an escape

Rolled 7 (1d8)

>>5152178
>>Go forward (Roll 1d8)
I rather make a spell for invisibility rather than blinding people, it's more passive and fits our sneak

>>5152178
>Go nuts
so something like
<Greater Grease: [? Aberrance] (Range: sixty feet)( combined 20 square feet become completely frictionless for ten minutes)(creatures in this area cannot slide more then five feet per ten seconds)(can be dismissed by caster) >

would be legal?
because if so, then we have cancer squared
I suppose it does depend on the cost though

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>>5152203
that would be around 3 Aberrance.
i think it's fair considering you have long rage and make the enemy unable to move.
(they can't really move, but can act)

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>>5152178
>Niven blamed various gods and forest spirits for this
>>Go forward (Roll 1d8)

Rolled 3 (1d8)

>>5152305
and I didn't roll

Rolled 44, 30 = 74 (2d100)

>>5152233
>Camp wan wait for morning(roll 1d100)
Oh nice. Yyyyyeeeaaaahhh let's craft that spell baby
First roll for camping, second roll for spell making. Ignore the second roll if it's not needed yet.

>>5152189
or kill them while they're blinded.

>>5152197
>>5152305
Why go forward? It's dark and someone might get hurt tripping on something. Plus this whole sudden lack of road is very concerning.

>>5152406
someone obviously tried to keep something hidden and protected in there while simultaneously doing a bad job of it.

>>5152382
Supporting. Let's get greasy.

>>5152178

>>5152425
If they wanted to keep something hidden, then it's either something dangerous or personal. It's not our problem to deal with or stick our nose in their buisness.

>>5152442
they may also have a huge area of effect spell we might be able to retrofit

>>5152464
Therea also a chance that you're wrong, and there is no spell at all. Theres no evidence to support there being a spell being active in the first place, and even if there was a big AoE spell at work here we wouldnt be able to use it in the first place because our magic attribute is so low.

>>5152468
dude, you were worried about tripping in the dark just a second ago. I think it's worth that risk.

>>5152430
>>5152382
>>5152189
3 votes for camping and making the grease spell.
I will begin writting

>>5152130
Creates an oil slick that trips up anyone in the designated area. You can even light it on fire if you want.

>>5152178
Couldn't we get our bearings by looking at the stars? If the forest canopy is too thick, then someone could climb a tree.

You do not want to go back, retracing your steps and looking for another path would take up a lot of time
and you could not be sure that this would not happen again.


But entering the forest is not something that gives you confidence.
It is not natural and it is by no means well done.
If someone wanted to use it to make you lost, it should be more gradual.
And if it was to hide something, they wouldn't have made such a basic mistake.
you are not sure what is causing it and your colleagues give conflicting answers.

in the end you agreed to stop to rest and face the problem in the morning.
If it's magic it will have run out of power by then.
if it is something else, at least you will know that it is constant.

...

You had set camp in the middle of the road, with somefear that it would disappear under your feet.
The light from the campfire illuminated the place steadily.
But the flame wavered between vigorous tongues of fire and embers.
it was a strange occurrence that only added to the mystery.


Hydra stood guard, trying to ignore the strange situation and grabbing a hammer tightly.
Probably for comfort, this was a situation she could not just bash someone’s head.
You were going to speak to her when you notice Ghal doing something strange.
He sat on his knees at the edge of the camp,
hands buried underground, concentrating on something.
You moved next to him to observe.


“Hello master.”
“hi, are you okay?” you asked
“Yes, I’m communing with the forest. The trees speak their own language.
Nothing comprehensible, but they share their fear. There is something leeching from them.”
So you discovered Ghal can speak to plants, not surprising considering he is 70% one.

“Can we get any more information from them?”
“Only that it’s an interloper. It’s been here for a short time, I could learn more if you allowed me to deepen my connection.”
“What if that interloper finds you?”

“I would be forced to dissolve my mind into the roots and find death.”
“You are still thinking of killing yourself?”
“It has been my only though since my imprisonment.
Readjusting to life is numbing to the spirit, but I apologize for my behavior and I will seek to correct it.”
“Ghal, it’s not about apologizing. Are you not enjoying life now?”
“Yes, but it’s a constant remainder of my inadequacy to it.”

You pat his back and talk about his experiences so far.
He needs help relearning how to live and while you may not be the best help,
He needs to talk to someone now, ignoring it would be worse.

After a while you started talking about magic you ended up designing a new spell for fun.
Trying to teach the Tyr how magic works.

<Greater Grease: [3 Aberrance] (Range: Long)( A small area becomes completely frictionless for ten minutes)(creatures in this area cannot slide more then five feet per ten seconds)(can be dismissed by caster) >
…

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The morning settles with a light wind and the sky turns orange with the raising sun.
The group was waking up when you noticed something odd about the missing path.
The shadows of the trees where wrong.
The where trees not casting shadows into others.
Then it click, you tested your theory throwing a stone to one of the tree trunks.
And it passed right through.
This was just a poorly made illusion.


The more you paid attention to details the more you could make out the true path.
The road was not gone, just hidden.
This revelation hit the ground with a mix of awe and regret for not realizing it.
“It’s a forest spirit then, there are some tales of strange magic losing travelers to the forest.” Niven declared.
“But why?” you asked the wizard
“Who knows.”
[“Soulless” skill advanced; (1/3) to level up]


You decided to cautiously advance through the path.
Making good progress once you got accustomed to seeing through the illusion.
Yet the elves could not tell the difference and
the others had a hard time telling apart the fake trees from the real ones.
You ended up leading the group until Emilia whispered to you.
“Anon, someone is following us.”
She discreetly pointed at a humanoid shape that moved through the forest.
Phasing through trees and not moving its limbs.
Like a doll of sort.
It was extremely off putting and it was definitely another illusion.
And it was effective at scaring the group.
Tog had jumped of the horse throwing itself at Jericho.
Who was just as scared at him but now had a kobold backpack to worry about.


You need some way to calm the group down.
Or some way of getting rid of this illusion.
“Master, the interloper must be near, its targeting us. Yet I know not the way.”
Ghal seemed pretty sure of his assessment
So the culprit is around.


What will you do? (Roll 1d20 Bo3)
>Calm the group down (speech) (DC 17)
>[fuel] whatever it is, it can burn.
>If the culprit is near maybe you can speak to it (speech) (Why would he do that?)
>You are going to punch this guy the moment you find him (Instinct)
>Write in

I will make a drawing after dinner
>>5152579
someone in the group probably can do that, but the problem is not getting lost.
Its whatever is creating the ilusions.

>>5152613
>You are going to punch this guy the moment you find him (Instinct)
There are more logical solutions, but this is too funny to pass up.

Rolled 14 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>5152613
Forgot my dice

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>5152613
but ok, assessment time:
the trees are afraid and a lot of the flora is fake, plus there's another illusion around to scare us off.
I've seen enough scooby doo to know where this is going. It's a real estate developer! They are hiding what damage they have already done to the forest and want us to go away so they can build their mall...
Or something like that.

>You are going to punch this guy the moment you find him (Instinct)
the moving doll is a distraction, we must see through the illusion to know where they really hide, just like the road, they won't be visible but still punchable
we're so close to getting invisibility ourselves, guys

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have one of this

>>5152780
Magic forest caster bout to catch these hands

>>5152613
"I can tell that that's just another illusion. We don't mean to meddle with your business, we're just passing through."

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>5152672
>>5152681
Rolling to for its hiding skill

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Whoever was doing this would not settle for scaring you.
Everything was too planned, poorly done, but planned.
So you could assume this is some kind of ill-conceived robbery.


You focus on what surrounds you.
The elves had started shooting and casting spells against the illusion.
It kept moving the same way, so the culprit was not in that area.
it wouldn't risk getting hit by accident.

You focused your attention on the rest of the forest.
An even palette of greens and browns made up everything in front of you.
There was nothing out of place.
The shapes were uniform and similar in pattern.

[Roll 14 + 6 + 3 (Investigation) DC 17 + 3 + 1 Result; Pass ]


You start to lose hope of finding it.
An increasingly nervous Niven was preparing to run.
"achoo!"
You turned your head to a bush not far from where the sound came from.
It's pretty stupid, but there it was.
You could see two eyes staring at you in terror.

You sprinted, launching yourself at the creature.
Blindly throwing a punch that luckily connected.
a small creature shot out and hit a tree.
Stunning it long enough for you to catch it.


You have grabbed a ball of tentacles with "face".
the illusion of the forest persisted but not the thing that terrified your companions.
"What the fuck are you?" were your first words
"I speak same. Elf no fear? How? magic.... not elf...
Please forgive me demon!"
god this guy is going to be annoying if it can only speak that way.
And you had many questions.
“What are YOU!” you start with something simple.
“I’m me. You don’t eat?”
you wanted to press the issue but something in you mind knew this would not be fruitful.
So you turned to the group.
The best guess was a spriggan, the only useful information they could give was that its an infant.

“Why are you doing this?” was the main problem that you wanted resolved.
“… You not eat me?”
“Answer or I will.”
You dint like playing into the demon roll but you weren’t going to spend more time with this little shit.
“So get group lost. Then eat one lost.”
Okay, so this was a shitty trap made by a kid that wanted to eat you.
You need to ask the group why humans are the ones considered demons.


So, what will you do with the little shit?
>Keep it around, maybe you could learn a trick or two.
>Kill it, it thrives on killing and its annoying
>Leave it be, if the inquisitor follows it will need to deal with it.
>[Ghal interaction] Ghal wants to kill it personally, but there’s something off on how he asks.
>Write in

>>5154177
>Write in
Ask if there's any good way to keep one of these things contained and if anyone would want to buy a captured one.
Also check of Ghal try to find out what's up with his request

>>5154177
>>5154198
+1, but
>>[Ghal interaction]
Even though he just regained freedom, or rather put himself into servitude under us. But if an act of hatred should mark one of his first steps.

>>5154198
+1

You really wanted to punch this thing a bit more.
But it would be a waste
The elves regained their composure and the journey resumed
All while keeping a firm grasp on the creature.

“Niven, do you think we could contain this thing?”
The wizard was still calming down, but he seemed enthusiastic at the idea.
“Oh yes! So many things we could try. I have never contained a creature of so much mana.
A pure inhibitor could kill it so maybe a matrix of interlaying runes?”
“How much time will it take you?”
“maybe an hour? I will properly secure it once we set camp.”
Niven was excitedly working on his new project so you decided to talk with the group’s smuggler.


“Emilia, do you think someone would be interested in buying this specimen?”
The ball of tentacles writhed while begging.
“Please forgive! I repeat not done!”
Emilia looked at it with a bit of disgust.
“As a trophy, no. But the Arcana clan might be interested, if only for dissection.”
The thing began to wail.
“no no no no no no no no no no no no”
You put up with it for quite a long time before you could stuff it in a container
A metal box covered in paper talismans.
*Finally, some god damn peace and quiet* you though, as the box muffled the creature.
[Acquired Infant Spriggan : ???]

The rest of the trip was very calm.
So you took a chance with Ghal, asking him why he was so interested in killing the thing himself.
“It’s a parasite that plays to be a predator. It’s a abhorrent creature with no self-awareness of its twisted nature.
It deserves to feel pain, but I overstepped.
It was yours to shape into a tool the same way I was, its your right as a master.”

You slowly blinked, processing the information.
“Could you expand on that last part please?” you said.
“The creature was harmful to you, so you captured it and transformed it into a tool.
Maybe you will keep it, consuming its soul. Maybe you will sell it.
I find comfort in imagining it could suffer a similar fate to me.”
Ghal went into graphic detail on how you should “remove” the flesh
Leaving you only with pure aberrance, apparently it was a common thing humans did.
His advanced knowledge on the subject reminds you he was a criminal.
Makes you unsure on how to view the humans of the Great War.


You take your mind off it by asking Metis on the progress you have made.
You are 1 day away from the nearest elven city.
You are kind of exited for it, wondering how it would look.
And you also start thinking on the last things you need to prepare before you enter.


What will you do next time you set camp?
>Ask help with your disguise (to who?)
>Ask Metis for a layout of the city
>[Emilia trust > 6] maybe have a heart to heart (What will you say)
>Ask Tog if he is a she
>start drinking with Hildra, last chance to get wasted.
>Write in

To make things simpler I have changed the disguise to this:
Average disguise: Non-elves assume you are an elf; elves you talk to take a DC 17 Insight roll to realize something is wrong, but will be unsure what.

brb with a drawing

>>5154730
>Ask help with your disguise (to who?)
Anny or Emelia. Maybe Anny.

Introduce our cat to the Infant Spriggan. The cat is the ultimate judge of character, and will determine it's fate. Pray that it like you little infant.

Did we decide on a name for our cat yet? Tyrone sounds like a good name.

>>5154730
I thought Hildra already drank the rest of the alcohol after "they summoned a demon"
>check Niven's handiwork on that container
the way with which they summoned us and we then fixed to summon our cat makes me think their magic can still be improved upon
also have we fed out laptop yet? What's its battery at? Do we have some music on it that we can play?

>disguise
ask that, when confronted about someone noticing something off if we can claim that our horns are fake, but we're embarressed about the state of our horns so we basically use a push up bra.

>[Emilia trust > 6] maybe have a heart to heart (What will you say)
She got hired as a Ranger, just like Hildra. With her contract fulfilled it'd mean our paths likely diverge here.
What is she gonna do from now on, and if she's gonna read something or could be interested in some non-fiction (jokingly tho). but for the sale of the spriggan, she might act as a mediator if she worked with the Arcana Clan before, or at least give us a letter of recommendation to even be able to talk with someone. (if that is the proper way to conduct business in this world)

>>5154745
I thought we settled on Lucy
and we're not getting the spriggan out for Lucy to play with it or it's just gone. Unless we keep it on a leashe...

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>>5154793
>>5154745
>Introduce our cat to the Infant Spriggan
>Unless we keep it on a leashe...
I'm more worried the cat will try to eat the spriggan.
not sure what will happen

>>5154793
>check Niven's handiwork on that container
not the best but it will get the job done.

>but we're embarressed about the state of our horns so we basically use a push up bra.
that is a good and funny excuse so i will bump the DC of the disguise to 18

>I thought Hildra already drank the rest of the alcohol after "they summoned a demon"
She got more at the hamlet.

>also have we fed out laptop yet?
I assumed you have been feeding it aberrance since you have not been casting spells.
it will complain if it needs more.

>What's its battery at?
5/5 , a bit of a dick move giving you an empty battery

>Do we have some music on it that we can play?
yes, whatever you want.
minor thing i dont mind you abusing.

>>5154745
If the cat likes the spriggan we've gotta keep it. Other than that, let's brush up on elven culture and come up with a backstory. All the disguises in the world won't do anything if we get caught in a lie or don't know some inane bit of etiquette that proves we're a demon.

>>5155242
+1

>>5154821
hold the bug baby in front of the cat. heh.

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Rolled 6 (1d8)

So the votes are spriggan cat interaction and prepare the backstory for your disguise?
rolling.

What will the cat do? (Rolling 1d8)
1-Dear god! She killed him! (Loose spriggan )
2/4- Lucy didn’t like it.
5- She ignored it completely.
6/7- Okay, the thing is scared shitless, but they get along
8- HEY! Stop that! I’m not ready to be a grandpa!


Also, aprently I have been forgeting things i needed to do.
so i will reduce this thread to 1 post a day but i wont take breaks
steamrolling this quest till summer (unless Anon dies)

>>5155627
take care of yourself

>>5155627
Dont die homie

>>5155627
If we're keeping the spriggan, can we bully it to make illusions for us to throw off our enemies? Might as well use it or lose it.
If this things is mostly driven by the need to eat, we can provide rations for it on the easy to placate it.
Does it have any spare abbarance to dump into our soul coin?

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>Okay, it’s scared shitless but they get along
>Prepare the backstory for your disguise

The camp had been set up a little before sunset.
Tog ended up drinking with Hildra and talking about their lives.
You took the opportunity to have a conversation with the other girls.


"The disguise is fine, but I need help with how to introduce myself? Could you help me forge a false identity?"
"Sounds impractical, why tie yourself to a single identity, won't it make it easier for them to track you down?"
Emilia said somewhat confused by your approach to the problem.
"Well, if the identity is imperfect, yes. But if we do it right, it would be easier to disappear as another citizen."
it was Anny who asked then.
"Okay, it's a good plan, but we need a good story that explains why he has no connections and what he looks like."


Emilia jumped to your rescue, forging an absurd story.
"How about this. He was born on the border of the wasteland, but his village was wiped out by Chimeras,
which he managed to evade by hiding-"

"Emilia stop, no one survives chimera raids."
"That's why it's dramatic. Nobody would pay attention to the rest of the story.
It would be so flashy that the rest of the mistakes don't matter."
"Emilia, we don't want it to be flashy." Said Anny trying to discourage her.
"Do you enjoy being a wet blanket?"
"I'm not a wet blanket. You just don't understand what's at stake."
"Then what do you propose?"
You were also a bit intrigued by what she would say.
"He was born to a large family of seven in a farm in the outskirts of the Hesin port city.
His only interaction with other elves was his family and the occasional visit to the ghetto.
With the passing of his father he seeks better fortune in a city."

Emilia and you stared at her for a while in silence.
that was a good cover.
"That’s not fair, you just gave him your backstory!"
"I did not. I only have one brother and left for studying."
Emilia pouted a bit, complaining that the story was incredibly stale.


"Can we at least add that he ran way fater sleeping with some baron’s daughter.
It would explain why he left in a rush."
She said trying to inject some drama into your lie.
"That's not a bad idea." Anny agreed.
Emilia celebrated her small victory while Anny chuckled.
Shortly after, Jericho passed some soup bowls.

[the group has 17 Rations now]
[Good disguise: Non-elves assume you are an elf; elves you talk to take a DC 20 Insight roll to realize something is wrong, but will be unsure what.]
[Upgrading the disguise further will require advanced techniques or magic.]

The sun had already set when the Spriggan decided to calm down.
You opened the lid of the box and grabbed him before he did anything.
Although he didn't resist you either.
"You now kill I?"
"No, now you will be judged."
Sitting on the floor, you put the creature on your lap.
And you called the one you would trust the most with this decision.
Lucy, your cat.

She had already eaten, just in case.
and luckily for the creature, her interest was superficial.
"Ah, test in combat. Victory taken by me!"
The creature seems to have misread your actions, waving its tentacles in the cat's direction.
Lucy, for her part, believed it was a game and accompanied it with her own blows.
The creature didn't have anywhere near the strength to hurt Lucy.
And Lucy for her part, she wasn't using her claws.

After a few minutes the creature was exhausted and the cat bored.
The feline moved away and lay on top of Hildra, who was already snoring.
"Flee! my victory?"
"Why not." you said "But you need to rest."
Then you placed him back in his cell.

...

Your group woke up and began the final part of its journey,
It was a pleasant travel, you finally exited the forest.
Entering vast plains of farmlands.
The ocean breeze could faintly reach nose.
You were nearing the city when you found the last obstacle.
Adventurers.

“Ignore them, and whatever you do. Do not mention any quest’s.”
Was the only word of advice from Metis

They had set up in a bridge, like some sort of checkpoint but allowing passage.
It was a ragtag group of four worryingly armed people.
The paladin step forward.
“Greetings travelers! You look like you are in the need of some adventurers to even your party!”
They began selling their services as the group slowly approach the bridge.
And then it hit you.
They were a unholy combination of Mormons and a door to door salesman.
A very dangerous salesman.

How will you deal with them?
>You trust in your disguise and do as the rest. (they will roll)
>Pay them to kill some monster in the woods (roll 1d20 Bo3)(speech)(lie)
>Gresse spell the ground so they leave you alone. (roll 1d20 Bo3)(instinct)
>Just turn around. You are not ready for this.
>Write in

>>5155631
>>5155729
I wont die, i was just remainded by my teache that i should have been reading and compiling information about a thyroid pathology

>>5155834
>, we can provide rations for it on the easy to placate it.
You are going to need a conversation with him on that.
>Does it have any spare abbarance to dump into our soul coin?
Aberrance battery at max capacity (5/5)

>>5155860
>>You trust in your disguise and do as the rest. (they will roll)

>>5155860
>You trust in your disguise and do as the rest. (they will roll)
I'm liking our sentient potato the more we interact with it.

>>5155860
>You trust in your disguise and do as the rest. (they will roll)

Rolled 14 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>5156912
uhh edgecase, nice
ist that for all of them or just one?

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>You trust your disguise and do like the others.

You've been preparing for a long time to go unnoticed.
This is a good opportunity to check how things are going.
Standing firm, you move forward.

the whole group begins to cross the bridge
The adventurers surround you and try to get you to hire them.
"Do you need help claiming any family heirloom?"
"What about the monsters on the road, do you need more guards?"
"Is there someone we can rescue?"

many generic questions aggressively exposed.
Hildra elbowed him in the stomach to get one away from her.
and Metis resorted to telling them how they are going to die.
Tog surprisingly tried to sell them a toad farm
Good ways to get rid of them.
[Roll 14 + 6 DC; 20 Result; Success]
(they know something is wrong with you, and they will remember.)

When you pass them, you hope they will pass you by.
That they focus on Jericho who goes to the end of the group.
But you're not that lucky.

Paladin grabs your shoulder and stops you.
With his helmet on you can't see his face.
You are like this for a few seconds, still and silent.
a shiver runs down your spine.
the fear of being found out becomes very real.
unsure if you will have to kill them or run away.
"Hello boy! Would you be interested in a cleric cure?"
"What?" your brain says automatically.
A small mistake that causes the knight to yank you out of the safety of the group.
He places you in front of an equally armored person of smaller stature.
"Obviously you have some health problem. Maybe some illness or battle injury.
For a minuscule amount you can hire the services to cure yourself."

"No, I'm fine. Really. You don't need this."
You say trying to placate the knight and drive away the cleric who was getting a little too close.
"Are you sure, health comes first and there is no-"
Before you got totally trapped by the adventurers
Hildra grabbed you by the scruff of your clothes and pulled.
Bringing you back into the group, who had stopped to rescue you.
Emilia jumped at them with a decent excuse.
"It's just that he's an alchemist, that's why he's like that. Avoid the horses that carry his materials."
With that excuse they managed to direct the gang's attention to the animals and give you time to escape.

"Thank you."
"You owe me a drink now.” She says with a toothy grin
“They are not following us, you are okay.” Jericho tried to reassure you.

The city was more of a fortress.
a lot of verticality with concrete and rock walls.
the guards at the entrance let you pass without problems.
You walked through the wide streets of a city that feels both familiar and alien at the same time.
Pieces of human architecture are mixed with forms of more arboreal shapes.
Buildings with pillars of living trees, a market with plant-braided stalls.
all obviously sculpted in an unnatural way.

Where it was most obvious is in the power lines.
Living plants used to support the cables that passed over your heads.
it gave the impression that the city was deciding its identity.
oscillating between industrialization and chaotic nature.


You enjoyed the sights for a while.
but finally you arrived at Metis's house.
It was a small three-story building closer to the sea.
the sea!
you could hear it
the sound of breaking of the waves contrasted to the urban noises.
The first floor was a patio where you left the horses.
But the second hinted at the amount of money the man possessed.

"It has been an exciting journey but before we decide what to do I suggest you rest for a day.
You can sleep here if you don't have lodging."
Metis said this and distributed the first part of your pay.
[You got 90 coins]

With the heavy bag of cash in your hand you have many things you could do now in the city.
Most of the group decides to stay here to be able to wash properly and rest.
But there is still a long way to go tonight.


What will you do in the city?
>You don't have that much time, finish collecting the rest of your pay.
>Jericho is going to walk around the market, maybe you will see something of interest.
> Emilia will probably try to sell her junk, you could accompany her to sell yours.
>You could take Hildra for that drink you owe her now.
>Niven will go to the library to compare what he has learned from the bunker. It would be a good opportunity for you.
>Write in

-Game of distortion-
Add a photo to your vote and they will be added into the city in some way.
The more complex/specific the photograph, the more changes it will endure.
Note; I was going to have different coins for the different countries, but it only adds a bit of fluff but make the mechanics worse.
So I will simplify and say “Coin” but the empire uses gold coins and the elven democracy has paper money.

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I think this has everything.
do correct me if i miss something.

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>>5156995
Hmmmm. At least the adventurer's dont know we're exactly a demon, but that'll leave a snail's trail for the inquisitor to follow.

> Emilia will probably try to sell her junk, you could accompany her to sell yours.
Time to sell our garbage

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>>5156995
>> Emilia will probably try to sell her junk, you could accompany her to sell yours.

give me something disgusting looking - yet good - to eat

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>>5156998
What kind of knife is the Rending cleaver? Could the handle be removed so the blade could be attached to a wooden shaft?

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>>5157007
So this city is a religeous hub? fuck

>>5157023
>give me something disgusting looking - yet good - to eat
wait, you mean people or artifacts?
who are you planing on eating?
can artifacts be food?

>>5157050
Its a cleaver
>so the blade could be attached to a wooden shaft?
yes?
What are you hopping for?
also, is the image for the game of distorsion?

>>5157063
>>give me something disgusting looking - yet good - to eat
>wait, you mean people or artifacts?
>who are you planing on eating?
>can artifacts be food?
I mean like a fried scorpion on a skewer, literally alien looking seafood, tentacles, mystery meat.
but stuff that people in this world actually eat at a food stall just going through town.

>>5157063
>So this city is a religeous hub? fuck
Oh shit I wasnt even thinking when I made that post. Shot myself in the foot there didnt I.

>also, is the image for the game of distorsion?
If you want. My idea was to remove the handle or the cleaver and attach it to a staff to make it a cleaving polearm. Its shit in narrow places, but it's got reach. No idea of it would grand additional damage at the cost of more accuracy since it's not designed to be made into a two handed weapon. It was an idea I had floating around for a couple of days. If anything we can switch between using the one handee handle and the spear shaft if we take make 5 minutes to switch them out.

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>>5157068
sorry
got confused with the image.
Thought you wanted to eat him.

>>5157078
After checking notes if the city is a religeous hub just expect to be unable to cast large spells.
Aberrance >2 will not work

Pole arms have a diferent damage die but it would need to get adapted to:
1d8 +3 (- 4 to hit) (2 hands)(range: Short)

>>5157122
fishdude was a food vendor in a show, selling slimy tentacles that the protagoinist just gorged down

>>5157122
Woof, that's a serious up in damage, but that penalty to hit makes it almost not worth it. Maybe we could pay someone to make a balanced woof shaft, or enchant it, or learn how to get gud with two handed weapons.

It might be unpopular with the other anons, but I'm gonna vote for turning the butchers knife into a polearm.

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>>5157133
lets get us a nicer bardiche later

>pic related is not meant for game of distortion

>>5157142
Two handed weapons as a rule of thumb deal more damage than a one handed weapon, but then there's duel wielding, or going sword and board.
Fuck shit is complicated, but that does look like a nice weapon. And chance we can modify our weapon so it keeps it's extra damage, but makes it a less unwieldy fuck?

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>>5156995
> Emilia will probably try to sell her junk, you could accompany her to sell yours.
>You could take Hildra for that drink you owe her now.

If we can't do both, prioritize Hildra, but if Hildra will accompany us in our shopping, Emilia can accompany us for drinks.

Game of distortion:
>an overgrown altar
>some power remains
>is that statue of... A human?

>>5157894
Scary. +1

>>5157063
Can we use our flesh computer to google up how to make mustard gas, fire bombs, explosives, and other things from the Anarchist's Cookbook? You know, for self defense?

Since we are in a tie i will mix them.
You get less of each character but more content.
just... fuck its going to be long.

>>5158094
no, it would not make any sense and its to much power.

Game of distorsion:
>Grand cathedral in a city – [medium Distortion]
>Food stall – [Low Distortion]
>Astronaut statue with hidden power – [High Distortion]


You want to go with Hildra for drinks but you backpack is getting a bit full.
You ask Emilia to wait for you and go to speak with the mercenary.

“Hildra, I need to do some stuff but where can I meet you later?”
She thinks for a while, looking back at Emilia waiting for you.

“There are a lot of bars in the main plaza.
Just search for me there, good luck with stuff.”
She say’s winking at you.
Unsure why she did that, the group begins scattering through the city.


With the elven ranger leading the way you take some turns in the street
it revealed how utterly chaotic the construction was.
With some alleys barely fitting one person at a time.
And yet, it’s a clean city, large amount of trash or smell of sewers .
Its counterintuitive, so magic must be at play somewhere.


A almost 30 minutes later, you finally reach your destination.
A pawn shop.
“Why did you choose this place specifically? Won’t they pay us more in the seeker clan offices.”

“ Well yes, but you are undocumented and we have no prove we didn’t just stole this.
So this is the place if you need to fence stuff.” Emilia said proudly.
“Let me guess, you also know the owner and he will give us better prices?”
“Oh no. The fucker won’t give us anything more than the bare minimum,
but he will keep his mouth shut if someone comes asking."
Entering the shop is an experience on itself.
The walls are covered in paintings, hiding a horrid wall paper.
And despite the amplitude of the place it feels claustrophobic due to the amount of tables filled with many trinkets
The stacked furniture was also not helping.
One thing that was surprisingly reassuring was the ringing of the bell at the door.
A familiar sound.


Behind an oak counter was the shopkeeper.
It lower half looked like a jellyfish while his upper half was a mix of ant and humanoid shapes.
It floated slightly above the ground.
Its voice was off, you are unsure where is its mouth.
“The fact that you are still alive fascinates me Emilia, and you brought a friend?
You are not getting any discounts.”


>Select what to buy and sell from this list.
https://pastebin.com/xyZ9DUEi
>You can haggle the price of 1 item you buy or sell. (Which one?) (Roll 1d20 Bo3)

Taking a look at its wares was definitely something.
And the ranger had been telling the truth, he paid just enough to be worth the anonymity of sale.
But you also wanted to ask the obvious question.

“I have never seen anyone like you, you are?”
Its six unblinking eyes turned slightly in your direction.
“A Gheist, not many of us so I understand if you are curious.
Now, if you are done, go have fun elsewhere. I need to find use for the junk your friend just sold me.”
“Hey, this is quality material.”
“Emilia, sweetheart, it’s not. Now scram.”

After getting kick out of the store you look at your companion.
“He is not very friendly.” You commented.
“True, but he is compared to other gheist.”

You stand both in the street in awkward silence for a while
“So what do we do now?” she asks
“We go to the main plaza.”
…
The plaza was a circular open space centered by a small statue.
And your search for Hildra was difficult, as you had to check every place that sold alcohol.
From the food stalls selling some type of fried spiders or pickled snake strips.
The only thing that makes you gag is some food that smelled of hotdogs but was eaten like candy cotton.
Maybe you will try them, but probably not.


You finally find your mercenary very drunk and being entertained by a smaller version of herself.
You catch up to her and she takes a bit to recognize you both.
“Hey guys!” She says , standing up and opening her arms.
You managed to dodge her , but Emilia got trapped in a bear hug with the smell of wet dog.
Realizing the elf, she pointed at the person she had been talking to.
“look this is Sam, He is a sorcerercer! But shhhhhhh. It’s secrets.”
You look down at the small dwarven male.
He looked like Hildra but was half your height.
“hi” he said meekly.


Emilia seemed amused by the little man, you did not have a frame of reference.
“Do the thing, do the thing.” Hildra insisted while shaking his arm
“yes, I mean. I need to go. Nice meeting you.” He waved and the scuttled into the crowds.
“damn, now Hildra will never get laid.” Emilia commented.
Luckily Hildra was too wasted to hear her.
You took a seat around the table and asked for another round.

…

Several hours later you were more than tipsy while Emilia had bend over on table.
Hildra, more impressively, was exactly the same as when you arrived.
*What did she drink before you got here* you asked yourself.
You aren’t sure what you are talking with them with them
But Hildra make a joke that sticks.
“Damn, we already have two demons here. Don’t need more.”
“Two?”
She points at the statue in the center.
“That’s a frozen demon. “


As you look at it you realize it’s a petrified human.
Sporting strange equipment , the man is displayed like a trophy.
“How?” it’s the only thing you can say at the moment.
“Do you think I could beat it?” Hildra ponders out loud.
“No way.” Emilia said giggling
“I think I could.” The mercenary argued
“Prove it.”
“Emilia stop” you ordered her
“No, she is right. Fight me!” Hildra slurred
“no. we are drunk.”
“Then it’s an even fight!”


How do you stop the drunken warrior? (Roll 1d20 Bo3)
>Accept the challenge , it’s a test of strength (strength)
>Lets see who can drink more (corporality)
>Talk her down (speech)
>Run away
>Write in


I will draw a few things when i get home.
and have time

Rolled 11, 16 + 6 = 33 (2d20 + 6)

>>5158247
Hmmm things yo sell? The human doll, rot water skull, and jar of tar. Rolling to negotiate a better price for the human doll (150 coins).

>Accept the challenge , it’s a test of strength (strength)
Arm wrestling!

Rolled 19, 1 = 20 (2d20)

>>5158302
+1

our speech is 6, strength is 5, roight?

>>5158314
strength also 6

>>5158247
>Accept the challenge , it’s a test of strength (strength)
But limit it to something like arm wrestling, we don't want to wreck the place that serves drinks

Rolled 17, 6 = 23 (2d20)

>>5158247
don't sell the doll unless we get a better price

>>5158302
>>5158314
>>5158469
19+6=25 on the gheist salesman
16+6=22 on the dwarf maiden

>>5158476
We are strong WOWMAHN!

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Rolled 17, 19 = 36 (2d20)

Image of the Gheist and the dwarven male that was flirting with Hildra.

also rolling the dice that correspond.
but will begin writting tomorrow.

Gheist speech = 4
Hildra strength = 7

>>5158599
I'm afraid not anon.

>>5158682
At least we got our money's worth.

>>5158686
true, its not a crit but it should hike the pay to 220 coins.