>Sindhustan

I'm guessing the Malikate of Sindh pussy-whipped the Ghorids and Rajputs, and not the other way around.

>>7107668
It's a pseudo-historical game with fantasy elements, I fucked the geography up enough to exclude most munchkinning.

>>7107682
>>7107668
>geography
and history, to be more specific.

>>7107682

Either way, Sindhustan is where it's at. Real men roll Sindhustani rape machines.

Jamal, Vagabond, Persian.

>>7107696
Invalid.
Create your main character: (Others will be under your partial control)
Name:
Class: (Warlock, Magician, Vagabond, Soldier - ask for details)
True affiliation: (Mesopotamian, Persian, Neutral/Egocentric)
Restrictions: You are male. No obscene names. When making a decision, multiple votes win over logic and logic wins over first voice.

Hm. Interesting. Too bad I have a date tonight!

...About my colonoscopy. :C

>>7107701

we're making a party?

Jamal, Soldier, Persian.

>>7107701
Name: Jamal.
Class: Vagabond - confirm.
True affiliation: Persian - confirm.

DARK PACTS AND DARK WORDS
THE WARLOCK IXNORPITASKULARAF COMES TO STEAL YOUR SOUL SIN-MURAPI, AND THE NINURTA ARTIFACT WILL BE MINE. THE WORLD WILL BOW TO MY MIGHT AND WORSHIP ME AS A GOD

>>7107701
>>7107710
>>7107717

Fine. Based on example...

Jamal, Magician, Neutral/Egocentric

>>7107717
Invalid.
Create your main character: (Others will be under your partial control - GM creates the rest of the party)

Name: Jamal.
Class: Vagabond/Soldier - confirm.
True affiliation: Persian - confirm.

Alexander Constantinos
Class: Vagabond (serial killer)
Affilation: Anatiolian/Neutral

>>7107744
Invalid.
Name: Jamal.
Class: Vagabond/Soldier - confirm.
True affiliation: Persian - confirm.
Please restrict yourself to the choices in parentheses.

Rolling for random class choice in 2 minutes.
Please confirm character status:
Name: Jamal.
Class: Vagabond/Soldier - Please choose and confirm.
True affiliation: Persian - Please confirm.

>>7107773
Confirmed for Vagabons

Random class roll: Vagabond.
Character Name: Jamal, 21 y.o.
Class: Vagabond
True affiliation: Persian.

You are on a long journey from your home town Aqar Quf to the king's court in Babylon, the capitol of Mesopotamia. Arriving in Babylon, you realize nothing is vacant, and even if it were, you would not be able to pay for a night's sleep or even a bowl of soup.
It's late mid-day. A few streets from the agora, a drowsy grocer sits with his fruits and vegetables in the shadow of a small but sturdy clay building. The rattle of guardsmen's armour can be heard in the dust of the high sun. In the distance, supposedly from the agora, you hear children laughing and men shouting.

Your stomach gnaws at your insides.
Awaiting command.

>>7107757

Kind of railroady. Why would the king refuse a killer who couldn't be traced back to him?

>>7107855

Break into song and dance.

This sucks on ice
Get out of here OP you faggot

>>7107867
>implying that serial killers are rational individuals that can be trusted on by heads of state

>>7107869
You grab your straw flute from your small woolen pouch, which holds nothing but the flute and a "pretty rock."
You begin to play a cheerful song on your flute, dancing a bit around, dust whirling at your feet. The sound of your flute attracts attention from the agora and children are soon running past you in dance of joy. People throw copper coins at your feet.

Awaiting command. (clever move, anon)

>>7107904
Collect coins with a smile, keep on playing for a while, then proceed to buy some food.

>>7107975
You have collected 27 pieces of copper, a bit more than two silver pieces.
Do you buy fruit/vegetables at the grocer, or do you proceed to find somewhere else to eat?

Do you buy fruit/vegetables at the grocer, or do you proceed to find somewhere else to eat?
Awaiting command.

find and purchase a horse
its both transportation and food

>>7108179
Invalid. No horses up for sale nearby and your do not have enough of value to purchase an animal.
Also, camels are cheaper and better in a non-battle situation.

>>7108179
>It is both transport and a lover

do I have any proficiencies or am I talent and skill-less?

>>7108262
You can play your flute. You are very clever considering your age, though you are without formal education. You know only one language, Arabic, as it is spoken within the Meso-arabic area (Anatolia, Lybia, Mesopotamia, Persia) where you have been all your life.
Your rough life has taught you necessities such as pickpocketry and zigeuner-esque scamming.
Any specific questions?

>>7108301

How many licks does it take to get to the centre of a tootsie pop?

I ask you for a hamburger

>>7108326
.... in... invalid...?
D:
Any relevant questions? Else, awaiting command.

>>7108301
How many chicks in our obviously massive harem?

>>7108371
One in each haven. Wait, no. None.

>>7108371

Regular or Monster?

Move over, OP, this is mah town now!

>>7108392
Both.

>>7108392
It's DOCTOR OP to you, WITNESS.
This is getting out of hand.

I say we buy some figs from the vendor and see if there is anyplace nearby we could buy a dagger from

>>7108429
Then give us a harem. It'll calm us down.

>>7108429

I AM WITNESS 1, FEAR ME!!!

WE HAVE 700 HUNDRED+ PLUS. IT IS HARD TO COUNT. Tey all saw your huge dick and swarm from all lands to join your harem. The king wants ass, what do?

>>7108452
You buy five figs at 3 copper pieces each, leaving you with 12 pieces of copper.
You move to the agora, and the children from the alley follow you lively, cheerfully asking you to play another song.
You spot a blacksmith. A quick look at his display reveals an apparently ideal dagger; a slim and flat bronze dagger with a red leather grip.
The blacksmith initially gives you the price of 17 copper pieces, but without a shaft, he will bargain for a mere silver piece (12 copper pieces).
Do you buy the dagger? What do you do with the figs?
Awaiting command.

>>7108590
>without a shaft
I of course mean without a sheath. I dum. I knoz.

the fuck you think?
I eat 3 figs
buy the sheathless dagger
and play songs in the street until sunset
also play the song of time and see what happens

>>7108641
You have to figs left and no money.
Inventory: Flute, stone, 2 figs, dagger.

You play a jolly song to please the children, resulting in a quick 5 copper pieces earned.
You play a couple of long songs for about an hour or so. The sun is setting. Counting your wealth, you have earned 7 silver and 3 copper pieces.
Awaiting command.

>>7108705
>Inventory
forgot to mention the half empty 1,3L water sack

I say we mug a one or two peaple in the side alleys both to get the hang of it and because now is the perfect time to not get caught

make sure to disperse any children first
dont need anyone watchin us

lets go buy the sheath to our dagger and find a place to sleep for the night
doesnt matter if we slleep outside if we look proficiently poor

none robs peaple with who dont look like they have money

>>7108790
Children are long gone. Most of the townsfolk are inside for supper.
A drunkard in a white tunic and purple turban staggers down an alley along with two less drunk men. The two laugh as they leave the white wearing one.
He walks down an alley and as soon as the others are gone, you feel your opportunity. Your silently wrap your scarf around your head to remain anonymous.
Stealth d20: 15
You tippy-toe across the agora to the alley the man went down through. There he is, struggling with his sandal, mumbling loudly about stones inside his feet.
You grab him by the neck and holds his mouth shut as you hold your dagger to his eye and demand he give up his gold. The drunkard passes out, in shock or in intoxication you don't know. You frisk him and find his pouch. You also steal his turban, revealing a grotesquely ruddy, acne-ridden scalp.
You return to the shadows of your "hide-out" across the agora.
The loot is a fine silk pouch with 4 gold pieces and 7 silver pieces, along with 2 small diamonds (possibly just crystals) and a piece of fine, purple cotton (turban, about 5" by 2").
The sound of guardsmen's amour rattling in the distance....
Awaiting command.

>>7108868
Sorry, first come, first served (unless it's entirely illogical)

run i guess? we didnt make noise so I assume they arent here specificaly for us
just walk away inocently
oh and if the smithy is still open buy that sheath and a chainmail vest to wear under our clothes

>>7108969
You hide your loot under your long, beigey-brown garments. Chit-chat is heard, subtle laughter. The guardsmen, you're certain, it's them.
You walk away as if nothing happened.
All shops are closed, most townsfolk are sound asleep, and so should you be; you're getting drowsy after a long days walk and work. Your stomach isn't fully satisfied with just three figs, though.
Awaiting command.

find someplace semisecluded and sleep

dream about cthulu

HITTITES OUT OF FUCKING NOWHERE

>>7109042
The alley you have entered has a small two-camel stable. No cattle, you sleep in the hay.
You wake up by a sticky sensation. You slowly open your eyes, annoyed by the strong early sun and the damp liquid, and you're looking a camel right into its mouth. You sit up in a spasm of surprise and the animal lets out a grunt of hot air onto your face. You sarcastically laugh at the animal and go wash your face in the water trough.
You taste the water. You're thirsty, and your sack is almost empty. You're hungry too, you notice when your stomach moans; the camel answers with a similar grunting sound.
Awaiting command?

Make love to seductive camel. You know it wants it. It wouldn't be walking around naked if it didn't.

Find a well and fill our water sack. Go look for a market where we can buy food and maybe a sheath.

alright, we got our hands on real damn money so imma get all this shit outta the way

go buy some figs & pomegranits as well as refil our sack with winebought from the bar the drunks came from
eat the pomegranits first they dont keep

see the blacksmith about the sheath and that chainmail vest

next buy that camel

last use whatever money we have to get proper clothes to go see kingy

>>7109128
actually I like this more

lets do this for teh lulz

>>7109199
You own =747 copper pieces (p).
You return to the agora. You return to the blacksmith to buy the sheath @5p and a bronze chainmail vest @72p.
You walk down the alley you saw the drunkard come from and fill your sack with wine @30p. Back at the agora, you meet the tailor who fits you with a nice yellow velvet shirt and a purple pair of silk pants @120p. A gold embroidered vest
will cost you another

48p. (You can optionally wear the turban you stole, as it matches the pants.)
From the tailor you venture down to the cattle salesman and buy a mid-aged camel with a full lacquered leather sattle with packspace @270p.
Across the agora, you buy 12 figs @36p and 5 pomegranates @35p.
This leaves you with 130p (178p if you don't buy the gold embroidered vest).
Awaiting command.

put on the turbin but dont get the gold vest, thats askin for trouble.
never look too good

ride to the kings court for whatever reason we came to babylon for

>>7109538
Inventory: Shitload o' awesome clothes, bronze chainmail vest, bronze dagger with sheath, flute, stone, wine, figs (12-3), pomegranates (5-2).
Money: 178p.
You eat 2 pomegranates and feed your camel 3 figs.
You spot the spire of the palace in the distance and you begin riding towards it. You're met by a large gathering of people, from youngsters, younger than yourself, to elderly people. You're told to state your name, heir and errand and then get back in queue.

>>7109648
Awaiting command.

why ARE we here? Im asking a question

like I know we made the trip here to see the king but not why

>>7109860
>>7109860
>King Ammurapi has drafted the entire country for military audition, only to find the best warriors, rogues and magicians to penetrate the dark walls of Persia and bring back the artifact before Sin-Murapi's power becomes too strong.
Original post; background story. Let me show you it.
Now, you're told to state your name, heir and errand and then get back in queue.
Awaiting command.

>>7109883
we are Jamal and we come to audition as rouges in the kings court
I dont know what he means by heir

>>7109915
>heir = heritage
A bum without a prominent pedigree can't possibly hold any power! - such are the customs and Jamal knows this.

>>7109932
Heir of Amurabe

>>7109958
"Alright," says the guardsman and nods at a geriatric who begins to scribble on a long piece of papyrus.
"Get behind. You should be inside in about two hours."
If you don't stay in line, you'll get hunted down by the guardsmen and arrested for desertion. You cannot move outside the line. How do you spend these two hours?
Awaiting command.

play flute for the most part, mostly legend of zelda songs
also avoid the urge to pickpocket peaple
this place is far too public for it

>>7110064
You play your flute and people appreciate it a lot. About half an hour later, you're almost halfway through the queue and you can see some guardsmen dancing around in the court. You see a figure appear on the balcony above you; it's the princess Maryam Em-Murapi, a beautiful young girl (aged 14, ready to get married). You stop your flute playing and people complain loudly.
"People, people!" you shout, "look above you! See the nymph, and sing!" - you play a well known love song and the crowd sings along with enthusiasm. The princess is obviously blushing.
You play some more and soon you're inside.
You're told to enter one of three queues;
Sorcerers' queue (magicians)
Warriors' queue (tanks and soldiers)
Foxes' queue (for the sly and cunning)
Which do you choose?

the foxes cue derp

>>7110235
You stand in the foxes' queue and soon you're entering a large hall.
The hall is surrounded by guardsmen with swords and spears. Right in front of you is a tall throne, about 3 metres of stairs, and on it is the very king Ammurapi, sitting sludged over the armrest, resting his chin on his fist, obviously bored out of his mind.
On each of his sides are three scribers, writing down every word said. On a platform to the right of the scribers right of the king's throne is a man wearing a red robe with sapphire embroidered scarves. The man slams his oddly shaped cane into the marble floor, echoing a great implosive sound.
He says with a raspy, slithering voice "Sssstate your nnname..." and the ramble of pen on parchment flows whispering through the walls and up the beautiful golden dome.
Awaiting command.

>>7110235
Agreed
its all we are good at

Jamal, Heir of Amurabe the late

I hope we dont catch plauge from fatties turbin

>>7110425
"Very well," says the king impatiently, "on with it then. What are you good at?"
His deep voice rings through the golden dome, and every sound is followed by a skitter of inky pens like rats away from daylight.
The slither-tongued man on the right grabs his cane and knuckles the armrest of his chair. He leans forward in anticipation, a slight grunt-like sigh can be heard from his direction.
Awaiting command.

" I am proficient in stealing, lying, tricking, playing song, hideing, and I can hold my own in a 1 on 1 fight....

>>7110679
say this but just fastenough that it can be understood by everyone but hard on the scribes
be cheery about it

>>7110679
"Quite a lot of talentssss," the cane wielding oddling speaks, "for such a young lad..."
The man bangs his cane into the floor once more and by a blink of an eye, he is gone in a haze of red powdery dust.
As soon as he is gone, he is there again, right in the middle of the hall. Standing before you, he speaks again; "Trick me, oh great trickssster."
By the end of the sentence, his cane, now a tall staff, is raised in the air. No longer is he just a man, but a tall brute, almost a giant.
"Knock him over, " the king says, "and we can continue."
Awaiting command.

wat..... um..... this is going to take a while

on average how fast would you say we are?

>>7110798
Quite speedy in short periods of time, 100m in just over 10 seconds. Very agile too.
Awaiting command.

mkay try and throw the rock at his face to distract him and sprint twards him and do a somersault through his legs

if he lifts a foot to turn to us ram full strength into his other leg to send em of balance

Can we sever his Achilles tendons and push him, or we restricted to nonviolent methods?

Discretely crush a pomegranate onto the ground and lead him into it, causing him to slip.

>>7110899
Throw rock - Aim d20: 7
Throw rock - Strength d20: 3

You throw the rock, but miss his face and it bumps off his stomach.
"Fool!" he laughs with his harsh voice as he lifts his foot.

Ram tackle - Strength d20: 16

As he lifts his foot lazily as giants tend to do, you run full speed towards his leg and jump feet first onto it. As your sandals hit his tibia, you hear a bone crack slightly. The giant lets out a cry that makes the dome rumble like the inside of a bell.

Enemy balance d20: n20

The giant stumbles but hurrily regains his balance. He isn't down yet, but his leg is injured.

>>7110996
Sly check d20: n20
While the giant magician in distracted by his pain, you succeed in squashing a pomegranate onto the marble floor.

Enemy anger control d2: 2

In mere thirst for revenge, the giant comes hurling at you. You step aside and the giant slips in the fruit.
The giant gliding over the floor, the soldiers aligned around the room step aside from his point of impact with the wall; right before he hits the wall, he disappears in that same dusty cloud. In the same instance, a cackling laughter is heard from the platform. The sorcerer is back.
"Hahaha! Well done, lad! Well done! I am Abdahl Ibn al Hazed, royal mage. Welcome to the royal court's elite."

Awaiting command.

>>7110950
>No rules set, thus no rules apply. I should have pointed that out.

well.... that was rather easy

ask " Well whats next then?" in a content but not offensivly way

Smile and give a little bow to the magician and ask what's next.

>>7111312
>>7111241
You bow to the king and his sorcerer. You then proceed to ask, "But, Sire - what do you mean by 'elite?'"
"You have completed the initial test," the king rumbles from his throne, now with a different enthusiasm. "You have gained the honour of partaking in the continuing tests for the league responsible of returning Ninurta's cuneiform."
The slithertongue nods and grunts in a way that could be mistaken for a subtle laughter.
"Guardsmen, take this noble lad to the dining hall. Hero strives not on honour alone!"
Two guards escort you to a hall, not as great as the one before, but a ceiling just as high. In the middle is a table of a magnificent feast unlike any you have ever seen before! Around the table sit about 50 other people, men and women of varying ages and status.
"Eat," says a guardsman, "you'll need the extra strength."

Awaiting command.

>>7111364
>strives
THRIVES*** g'dang

>>7111364
Sit down, but do not touch the food. I'm very hesitant about how eager they are to have us eat. Take a quick sampling of the room and gauge how people are looking.

eat and drink to just below our fill and while we are at it chat up the peaple nearest where we sit

also are we going to get another chance to shop before we set off?

>>7111396
You sit down, incidentally next to a young attractive woman dressed in bluish ragged clothes. She's gnawing on a turkey wing and from her dilated pupils, you can tell she's already had quite a bit of wine.
You look down at the other end of the table and see a mixture of people either full and asleep or stuffed and relaxing, picking their teeth with chicken bones and conversing about this and that. Seemingly no reason to worry about the food.

>>7111413
You ask the woman next to you if you might get a chance to shop before continuing with the trials. She stops gnawing and just sits there, looking. Awkward silence.
"Shopping?" she says and bursts into laughter, "Shopping?! You're in the elite! Everything you want, anytime you want it! Just tell a guard what you want and you'll get it!"
The woman laughs at you still as she furiously returns to her now stripped wing, which she annoyedly notices and quickly exchange into another piece of meat.

OH SHIII
DID WE PICK UP OUR PRETTYROCK?
I FUCK I HOPE WE HAVE IT

Durr - awaiting command...

>>7111540
You want a guard to retrieve it for you? :3
(aka. no fucking way I'm letting you into the throne hall again!!)

>>7111553
Sure, have them fetch us a second dagger as well. You can never have too many daggers.

I think we should ask the gaurds for the following
1 full dark robe (If we are going theif motif we will need for the sneaky sneaky)
1 slingshot and a satchel of iron ingots ( generaly helpful)
1 hand harp or lyre
and
some flash or smoke bombs (if they exist in this setting)

also wheres our camel?

Look around for anyone of interest, grab a few rolls and a hunk of meat while we're at it.

ROPE WE NEED ROPE TOO DAMNIT

always gotta hev rope!

>>7111562
You shrug at the woman and yell for a guard.
"In the throne hall there's a stone. That stone is very important to me. It's black and smooth with very few creases and it feels warm to the touch. Would you get it for me?"
"Yes, Sire!" the guard replies and readies for a hut-hut run.
>>7111598
Surprised at the positive and immediate response, you decide to try and jinx your luck;
"Oh, and would you get me a dark hooded robe too? And I need slingshot with iron ammuntion! And get me a harp or a lyre or some sort of instrument like that! And I need to know where my camel is! And get me a leather basket quickly!"
The guard speeds to a huttle of
guardsmen
and obviously give them instructions.
At once, a guard comes by with a leather basket. You take it a stuff it full with cooked boar and grilled turkey.
Soon after, another guard comes with your stone and a satchel of iron and copper ingots and tells you that your camel is safely situated in the royal stable, being fed water with wine drops and fresh leaves.
Next, a guard comes bearing a lump of thick, black fabric, dyed wool by the smell, in which a 23 string lyre is hidden.
The woman next to you looks at you and says in a sarcastic tone "I told you so..."
>>7111634
"Oh!" you whisperingly shout to yourself, "psst!" as you wave another guard over - "rope, I need rope. At least 12 feet..." and the guard hands you his own 15 feet rope.

Awaiting command.

>>7111775

Examine the rope

>>7111775
(what did I forget?)

>>7111790
Rope is finest quality hemp rope, unsolvable knot around the middle, but else fine.

>>7111792

Nothing, now... Getting to that rope

Fucking.... AWSOME
I think we are ready for anything to come our way now so neatly pack up our stuff, eat, be merry, and wait for something important to happen

>>7111805

Use the rope and see if its workable with stuff

>>7111792
smoke and/or flash bombs

>>7111820
You order a guard to pack your stuff for travel, you trust them enough to let them do that for you. They have it neatly done within half an hour.
>>7111821
Invalid command; specify?

>>7111836
The idea of something like that wouldn't be available to you at this point, as you have no knowledge of chemistry.
Sorry, invalid command.

178p
Inventory: flute, stone, wine, figs (9), pomegranates (2) meat (8 pounds), 23 string lyre
Amour: bronze chainmail vest (not worn)
Weapons: bronze dagger with sheath, slingshot (~200 copper/iron ingots)
Clothes: Black robes (not worn), purple turban, purple pants, yellow shirt

>>7111845

Go out and do rogue stuff

>>7111901
You stand up and walk towards the exit, but are stopped by guards.
"Please await the king's orders, Sire."
You go back to your seat.

go practice our lyre so the next time we encounter the princess we can woo her proper

Ask for some poison, if that's not out of the question.

>>7111937
You walk to the farthest corner of the dining hall, behind a pillar. You play each of the 23 strings slowly and just listen; perfect tune. You begin to play a slow tune, few mistakes, but nothing anyone would notice; it's your own song.
Awaiting command.

>>7111950
Standing there behind the pillar, you've just about gotten the hang of the lyre.
You look up from gaze at the instrument and talk to the guard across from you.
"Would you get me some poison, please? Arsenic or anything, really."
"Well," says the guard, "I could go ask the chef!" he says and bursts into laughter along with his fellow guards surrounding him, "but, no Sire, I can't. Poison and magical items are the only things we are not allowed to hand out. King's order, I'm afraid."
Awaiting command.

>>7111972

Challenge one of the guards to some friendly sword practive

walk up to the gaurd we just talked to and hand him our leather basket fullOfood
we can snack on figs

Juggle some fruit to entertain ourselves, challenge others to a competition.

>>7112019
"Care for a friendly duel, then?"
The guard's face brightens at the mere sound of the word 'duel.' He takes your hand and jumps onto the open floor, yelling of his lungs' full force; "DUUUUEEEEEL!!"
Trumpets sound and an obviously superior guard comes bearing wooden sticks.
"Drop your weapons, men," he says as he throws the sticks to you and your opponent.
"And batte!"
Your opponent positions himself in a standard bujinkan-like defensive pose.
Awaiting command.

>>7112030
You acclaim "Winner gets a basket of meat!" pointing your stick towards your leather basket full of meat.
>>7112035
>competition
>duel
>same shit?

Awaiting command.

>>7112062
>batte
*battle

ho damn

how much bigger than us is he? Is he wearing any heavy armor that would offbalance or slow him?

>>7112062

Say you were just joking and go eat some figs by yourself.

What are the duels conditions for victory

>>7112083
Iron chainmail vest, leather and bronze helmet, knee long copper-reinforced wood "skirt"-thing (wtf are they called?)
Regularly muscular, a tad stronger than you, looks to be about 30 years of age.

>>7112086
>Can't back out now, you'll look like a pussy

>>7112103
>Pacify opponent; disarm, not harm

Fuck all this shit, pull an Indiana Jones (back when he was a goddamn man) and throw/shoot/fire/ something and kill this prick in one go then head off for adventure with a bipolar bitch and a funny Lebanese man.

Screw being in the army. You are the army.

fake him out with a half swing to his face with the right end of the stick then a quick powerfull snap at his shin to stun em

Feign a strike to the left, and sweep his leg out from under him with the wooden blade.

>>7112127

...this intrigues me and i would like to hear more...

>>7112140
Stick Aim d20: 6
Stick force d20: 12
You try to control a swing to the right of his face, but accidentally misinterpret the force and distance and swing it over his head as he bends his knees
Enemy precision d20: 10
and knock his pole into the side of your knee. You still stand, but tour left leg hurts (-2 agility)

>>7112153
Stick Aim d20: 10
Stick force d20: 5
You try again by faking a swing to the left, and you now manage to change direction. You hit his left knee. Now you're even.

>>7112127
>Illogic, invalid command

Awaiting command.

make 2 hard blows to his right arm then try and take his feet out from under him while we still have the speed advantage

>>7112256
Wait for his next strike, deflect and pommel thrust to the throat.

>>7112289
Stick Aim d20: 5
Stick force d20: 8
You try to double take the stick onto his arm, but you accidentally jerk it into your own face. Luckily, it was almost without power, so you suffer no distracting pain.

>>7112294
Running out of moves, you choose to wait him out.
Stick Aim d20: 3
Reflexes d20+2: 12+2=14
You wait for a while, circling eachother. Then he attacks, full force frontal lancic thrust! You deflect it successfully it and aim for his throat, but you miss
Luck d20: 10
and hit his right hand instead; bones cackle and the man screams, leading into a cheer from the audience.
Score: 1-2, your advantage.

Jump in the air, do a sommersault, a barrel roll, land behind him and poke him with the stick on his ass.

bring it down swiftly on his head

LETS FINISH HIM

>>7112373
Agility d20-2 (damaged knee): 4-2=2
Your attempt at jumping wouldn't be noticed if it weren't for the shriek you let out from the pain in your knee.

>>7112367
Full vertical strike into a elbow to the jaw.

>>7112392
Well damn.

Let's go for guard, which is actually a prepared evasion to the side and tripping him as we move forward, then.

>>7112390
Stick aim d20: 12
Stick force d20: 12
You jump forward and chuck the stick onto his scalp; on impact, it leaves a "clank" from the rattling metal flaps of his helmet. He is distracted now, holding his head tight with one hand, only barely holding his stick!
+2 to any factor, awaiting command!!

Hit the hand or arm he is holding the stick with

>>7112422
Disarm our opponent.

>>7112435
Stick aim d20+2: 5+2=7
Stick force d20+2: 12+2=14
You swing hard towards his hand, but you miss by and inch! The recoil from the stick, however, is so forceful that your opponent drops his stick in pain and shock!
"Jamal Em-Amurabe, duel winner! Akim ibn Ajaz, duel loser!" the superior guard, who is apparently the judge, yells, and the crowd shouts in unison; "Jamal! Jamal! Jamal!!"

Awaiting command.

>>7112472
Offer him a hand and bring him up. Order a piece of meat, and give it to him anyway.

modestly accept praise with a bow
shake our opponents hand and then go back to our corner

Enthusiastically raise our hand in victory.

>>7112496
no dude
foods poisoned
gaurds practicly told us so

>>7112496
"Akim," you say, "you fight like a true warrior. The king's magician was an easier prey." You say that without lying.
You order him to come sit with you at the table where you are greeted as a hero. You use pure wine (unmixed, 40% alc) to clean your own and Akim's sores.
Awaiting command.

>>7112526
... fine. Offer him a piece of meat, instead, but don't stand around to watch in public if he is going to eat it.

lets go take our stuff to the garden and take a break until kingy shows up
also make sure not to eat any of the food from the table

>>7112543
Holy shit that wine is 80 proof.

How long till our wounds heal, or we lose that penalty.

>>7112610
>Insignificant wounds; splinters in hands and a bump on the knee.
>>7112593
>40%
>>7112572
>Already ate some. You have no reason to suspect the food; the guard was obviously being funny.
You order a couple of guards to carry your stuff outside into the garden.
It's beautiful, an open atrium with bushes and flowers and vines and marble statues and water fountains.

Awaiting command.

>>7112743

Play a soft song of romance on the flute.

Examine the statues, explore further.

>>7112743
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=80%20proof

Play some song about never giving people up, and not letting people down.

>>7112764
You play a flute sonata in honour of Inanna, god of fertility and desire; love.
The birds tweet along.
Four large men enter from one end of the garden. They're carrying a large, red pillow with golden, soundless bells. On it lies the princess Maryam.
Awaiting command.

>>7112801

Give the impression that you have been playing the song in honor of the princess, almost as if you have been waiting for her.

>>7112801
OK, *now* rickroll the princess.

>>7112819
This. While continuing the play the song.

>>7112819
You notice the princess, but wont let her distract you: you close your eyes and play on, a little louder than before. The trodding of the four men come to a halt and you can hear the puffs of a pillow leaning towards the ground.
You hear easy steps approaching. You know it's her.
Your eyes still closed, you hear a brutal stomping approach and a harsh voice grunting - in the same instance, you hear the most beautiful childlike voice; "No, let him finish... It sounds so divine..."
Awaiting command.

>>7112860

Finish the song with a flourish, then look up at her with a warm smile.

>>7112872
As you near the end of the song, you slow down in pace blow softer and yet softer into your flute. The very last note you sustain for a while whilst imitating the chirping of the birds, arousing them to chirp louder in a symphony of spring-like lust.
You take the flute away from your mouth and slowly open your eyes, knowing you will be looking directly into the eyes of the princess.
"Princess," you say with a warm smile and an honouring nod, as you're still sitting and can't bow.
The princess sits down next to you and waves at the guards to get out of her sight.
"What's your name, peasant?"
Awaiting command.

>>7112929

"Jamal, highness."

>>7112939
"Your art is beautiful. These statues are by the finest stone cutters in the world. They were brought here from Greece and Italia, home of the art of marble cutting. I've been looking at these my entire life.
These flowers are grown by the finest gardeners and botanists in the world. They were brought here from Sindhustan and Hispania, homes of these nature's perfections. I've been looking at these my entire life.
Yet the sound of your simple straw strikes me as more beautiful than my own mirror image.
You own my heart, peasant."

Awaiting command.

>>7112982

"I am honored that you would grant such a humble peasent as myself a place in your heart. I am at your service."

>>7112992
"Play me anoth-" the princess is interrupted by a great uproar from the dining hall.
"Oh, my father has arrived; he wishes to speak with the chosen ones! Hurry, listen to his words!"
The princess snaps her fingers and climbs aboard the pillow. "Soon, peasant. I promise you my heart."
The princess disappears into the other end of the garden.
Shouts are heard from the dining hall; "Hail the king! Hail the king!"

Awaiting command.

>>7113023

Enter the dining room slowly, with poise, to observe the King speak.

>>7113038
You enter the dining hall and linger at the doors until you are pointed to the table by the guards.
The king is speaking.
"People! You are chosen! You were the strongest, the best, the most sly and the most clever of my kingdom. You are chosen to go through the next trial. Each of your talents have been carefully categorized and you will be grouped in groups of five each; a fox, two warriors and two sorcerers. My royal mage Ibn al Hazed has arranged a test for each of you. You will be divided into ten equally large groups. The groups are as following;
Group alpha: Abdullahi Ibn-Kazim, Ibrim Al-...."
and the list goes on.
Soon, your names is called.
"Group Theta: Ilyas J'ezohua, Hawwa Lil'ith, Aharun Imaniyel, Jamal Em-Amurabe, Ayov the Younger."

You quickly find your group;
An old man, middle-aged blind man, a vigorous youngster and the woman from the table.

Awaiting command.

saged, reported, hidden

>>7113137

Cheerfully say hello, holding an aura of command about you.

>>7113148

I will note that this is why first-response commands are not particularly glorius in this type of environment.

Consensus actions, while slower, garner better participation.

>>7113158
"Hello," you blurt superiorly, "I am Jamal. I suppose I am your fox. And what were your names?" You say the latter as you fasten your look at the woman in ragged blue with recognizing eyes.
"Hawwa." is all she says. She shifts her eyes from one man to another, avoiding your pseudo-friendly gaze.
"I am, ahem," coughs the old man, "Ayov the Younger. The 'younger'-part might be a bit, ahem, exaggerated. I am your one magician, your wizard to be precise. I specialize in aquatic magic, as I come from a very dry land... in the eastern part of the kingdom..."
Next in line, "My name is Aharun, but my friends call me Imaniyel after my father, the village chief. I strive towards being as great a warrior as he."
Lastly, the blind man speaks; "I am Ilyas. I am a warlock. I know conjuration and reanimation to perfection. I also dabble in soul capturing."

Awaiting command.

>>7113175
Well, I try to combine them best as possible, but sometimes you guys are just kinda slow and I've already written and action when your command reaches me. I do apologize.

>>7113238

"Hmmm, it appears we have a good mesh of survivability. Ilyas, what can you conjure-- spirits, creatures, food?"

"And Hawwa, what might your specialty be? It would appear that you are a fighter."

>>7113270
Hawwa: "I hunt." Silence. She wont even look up, but her eyes are clearly wide open.
Ilyas: "I know conjuration to perfection, kid. I can conjure anything with the right means. Give me a bone from the table."
Awaiting command.

>>7113264

Well, it is generally best to attain consensus on an action before writing the response.
Determine what everyone wants to do, then enact it.

>>7113291

Swipe a bone from the table and hand it to Ilyas.

>>7113297
>Okay, but then you do have to be a little better at attaining consensus.

>>7113302
You grab a boar femur from the table and hand it to Ilyas.
Ilyas: "Animare!" The bone grows to a whole skeleton and the skeleton is quickly covered in muscle, tissue and skin, the sounds of the half-alive boar becoming less and less morbid.
Ilyas: "Exanimaris!" The boar grows to double size and deforms into a grotesque being, but remains peaceful at the touch of Ilyas.
Ilyas: "Extracto!" The boar squeals and burns lightly. Left is a neatly grilled boar.
Ilyas: "Convinced?" He grabs the femur off the cooked boar's body and taps the remaining corpse. It disappears, leaving only the original femur bone.

Awaiting command.

>>7113395

"Quite impressive! And speaking of boars, Hawwa... you mentioned hunting-- are you skilled in the bow, or perhaps trapping? And... have I perhaps met you before, you seem familiar."

>>7113395
I am now regretting choosing vagabond.

>>7113414

Caster is almost always the more enjoyable option in these sorts of things.
We are now effectively a Rogue/Bard.

Good for seducing things, though.

>>7113410
>You know quite well she is the woman from the table. You also notice that her hair is curiously short for a Mesopotamian woman.
"I master contraptions and aim."
Her glare is fastened to the floor.

You suddenly remember that Ilyas and Ayov introduced themselves differently; warlock and wizard respectively.
You are slightly puzzled if this is significant.

>>7113449
Ask them to explain the difference to us, as we are very clearly foggy about this world's magic.

>>7113472
"Ilyas.. Ayov... You are both magicians, correct?"
In unison "Correct."
"Now, Ayov, you are a wizard, correct?"
Correct rings the answer.
"And Ilyas a warlock, no?"
"Yes, indeed," he speaks, clearly dissatisfied.
"And these are different... how?"
Ilyas grunts and lets Ayov speak.
"You see... A wizard is a human with an interest of magic. A wizard is a scholar of magic, a wise man who has studied for many years. A wizard is the honest magician."
You nod in expectation. Then what is a warlock? you think.
Ayov continues... "A warlock, on the other hand... is a human consumed by magic. A warlock has sold his soul to a demon for the powers of his own wish. Ilyas asked for more than usual, so the demon took his vision as well. Many people think the royal mage is a wizard, but he too is a warlock. Warlocks are powerful, but often... No offense, Ilyas, they get carried away - " " - none taken," Ilyas interjects, " - by the mysteries of the power in the magic..."

Awaiting command.

>>7113596
Ask for personal histories and so on, attempt to get Hawwa to open up.

>>7113596

"Does anyone here know why we have been called together here?" --to the party.

>>7113624
>Whose personal history? Hawwa's, Ilyas' or Ayov's?

>OOG, can't wait to get you guys the fuck out of this country...

>>7113624

We may want to see if Ilyas can teach us to become a warlock.
*giggle*

>>7113635
I like it here.
Why don't we ask Ilyas how to become a warlock, then settle down with the princess to play the flute to her and demons.

>>7113635
Quick bit for each one, then getting a move on to wherever we get sent seems fine to me.

>>7113626
"Exactly why, " Ayov explains, "isn't known to many. Nor I know but the fact that the Persian emperor has stolen a hymn, a theist spell if you will, of the war god Ninurta. With this hymn, his already strong army will become stronger and more powerful than ever, and the king -" interrupted by Ilyas;
"And the king fears his brother, the emperor might declare war. So we have been gathered..." now interrupted by Arahun;
"... to retrieve the artifact from the Persian Empire. The journey will be dangerous, and the king relies rather on proficiency than brute power. A mistake, I believe, but I remain loyal."

Awaiting command.

>>7113701

"Shall we find a map and formulate a plan of travel then?"

>>7113684
>>7113624
Just as you are about to ask the members of your party to tell more about themselves, a guard in a red cape hands you a piece of parchment.
It reads:
"As recommended by the royal Mage Abdahl Ibn al Hazed, I the king Ammurapi the First of Mesopatamia, assign to you, group Theta, this task:
Do travel to Nubia and return to me the beautiful Nubian pygmy queen Gerenas army of pygmy warriors to battle for me in case emperor Sin-Murapi the first of Persia declares war upon our beloved empire.
With this parchment is a map of the way you must go. Travel safely. Your task must be fulfilled within 90 days."
The parchment is signed by the king.
>Map coming.
Awaiting command.

>Map attached to parchment.

>>7113829
It looks like Libya is spooging into Mesopotamia

>>7113851
>Lybia and Mesopotamia are on friendly terms. Lyba lets Mesopotamia use their land as an outpost and expanden harbour in exchange of protection from the invasion addicted Aegypt.

Right then, make our way to the camels. Ask them about themselves on the way there.

>>7113894
Hawwa stil isn't budging.
Aharun on the other hand is more than happy to talk about himself and his heritage. "... blah blah, my father is the greatest village chief in the entire nation! Blah blah my sisters are the most beautiful women in the world, no man is good enough for either of them!" etc. etc., his attitude makes him seem very gullible; possibly why he became a soldier, since credulity and gullibility are the next best thing compared to actual bravery.
Ilyas tells about how he has fought in many wars without ever seeing the enemy. He claims it is easier to kill 'en mass' when you don't have to look into a dying man's eye. It is, after all, the window to the soul, and a suffering soul is no vision for the meek.
Ayov tells of how his village was once a dry and infertile wasteland until he, after many years of study, learned how to conjure nurturing water, and that it is now a fertile land full of the most exotic fruits and vegetables, with grass meadows year round. When you departure from the castle, Ayov is far into an anecdote of how he once summoned a 2 feet tall golem by accident...

You have packed chainmail amour for all five members, two camels each; one to ride one and one to carry provisions for 90 days (2 meals a day, mainly rice and dried figs). The magicians have each packed their necessities; potions and ingredients and whatnot. Else, please specify.
Awaiting command.

>>7114046

"Hawwa, are you going to betray us?"

>>7114105
"I am loyal to the king. That should answer you question."
She continues to swag on her camel.

>>7114114

"It's just, you've been so silent. Usually that indicates that something is amiss-- is something bothering you?"

>>7114140
"I was the first to audition. I fought the king's best soldier, Traxerces. I killed him. I never killed before.

Could we request anything before we leave, I think we should have a set of leather armor for ourselves to use.

>>7114169

"Well, killing is nothing to fret over-- it is necessary to survive, as hunting has taught you."

>>7114171
Make a list.

>>7114191
"I differentiate between animals and humans. I don't kill humans."

>I, Ninurta's Heir

Hernias Ruin It
I Ruin Hairnets
Inertia Inrush
Hairier In Nuts
Airier Shit Nun
Irate Irish Nun
...

oh, anagrams.

>>7114209

"Killing humans in the defense of yourself or your nation is entirely permissable, perhaps not with the casualness of hunting... And I believe the killing of humans will be particularly neccessary on this trip. The Persian Emperor will not take kindly to his treasures stolen, nor will bandits be concerned that you value them more than a jackal."

>>7114229
>The "I" is a roman numeral.

>>7114265
Hernias Ruin It

>>7114258
"Death is death. War is hunting humans. I am not a warrior."

Leather armor

Lockpick

Second Dagger

Gloves

>>7114265
Seems to me you're just an irate Irish nun underneath that plague doctor mask.

>>7114281

"But, will you be able to fight other humans on this trip?"

178cp
Inventory:
Misc: flute, stone, 23 string lyre, iron lockpicks (3)
Food: wine, figs (9), pomegranates (2), meat (8 pounds)
Amour: bronze chainmail vest, Leather armor
Weapons: 2 bronze daggers with sheath, slingshot (200 copper/iron ingots)
Clothes: Black robes, purple turban, purple pants, yellow shirt, pair of leather gloves

Inventory refresh closed. You're given 288p extra (2gp) all together. Each other member own about 100p. All in all, you have 866p.

>>7114315
"..."
Hawwa retires to the furthest back of the caravan.

>>7114358

Frown at the rest of the group-- "She may require a bit of acclimation to the task at hand. We should use this diplomatic mission for that."

>>7114376
Aharun chuckles, slightly misogynistic as he is.
Where are you riding towards?

Map >>7113829

>>7114402

It would appear that we have little choice but to head toward Libya-- I'd recommend following the coastline, though.

>>7114419
You travel south towards Nubia.
Interested in any stops along the way?

>>7114419

Unless! Can Ayov part the Red Sea? Or perhaps there is a ferry.

>>7114480

I've always been a fan of Aegyptus. Perhaps a stop in a small trading village to ask about any rumors and the like.

>>7114494
>>7114419
>>7114480
COMMUNICATION BREAKDOWN
Now I've confused myself. Do you want to go to Libya (west) or Nubia (south) and either way, which way do you go?

>>7114520

Well, we have to go through Libya to get to Nubia, unless there is some way to cross the Red Sea.

>>7114520

I fancy a land trip through Libya to Nubia with a stop in Aegypt.

>>7114534
The map doesn't state any habours, but it does strongly suggest a certain trail.

>>7114565

Then we shall take that trail, stopping briefly in a small town in Aegypt to get the local news.
Although, perhaps a small modification of the trail-- staying near the coast is usually best for protracted desert-condition travel. Or at least the Nile.

>>7114548
>>7114534
Nubia through Lybia over Aegypt it is.
To restrict the gameplay, the travel from Babylon to Libya takes about two days.
>Munchkinfact, Libya: Libya is inhabited by Semites and Libyans. Semites are monotheistic gypsies who have settled in Libya because of the nation's general hospitality. Libyans have a rich culture mainly evolving around agriculture and doing good deeds. Semites and Libyans have much in common, though Semites have a large sect with a darker twist to their religion; the Qaballah. The Qaballah practice religious earth magic of the most advanced kind, so beware not to upset a Semite; he can easily take his revenge.

You soon arrive to the Three Cities, the capitol(s) of Libya. Do you linger, if yes, where - or do you ride along?

>>7114717

Ask the wizard and warlock if they'd like to spend a little time in Qaballah sector.

>>7114751
Ilyas the warlock takes this opportunity to sneak off and see if he can learn some more magic.
Ayov the wizard says no and continues to retell the story of how he accidentally summoned a 2 feet golem.
Which Ilyas is gone, what does the rest of the party do?

>>7114765

Follow Ilyas-- this could be interesting.
On the way, take the time to ask around about local ocurrances of note and to look over the goods merchents have for sale.

>>7114565
EIGHT HOURS IN THIS THREAD.

Fuck Libya, instead of this silly quest we should convince the others to help us assasainate the king of Aegypt, seduce his wife/daughter (killing any male heirs before then, of course) and become the new ruler of Aegypt. How is that for "helping" Mesopotamia?

>>7114780
The further into the Qaballah sector you venture, the smaller and darker the streets get. You pass by an oddly placed stable, "Sorry, people. No animals this far in." You're forced to turn back or leave your animals at the stable (free of charge).
Lots of antiquity dealers and curiosity and rarity stores around, cheap jewellery booths allover.
Awaiting command.

>>7114838

Let's look in one of the smaller out-of-the-way but well kept antiquities shops.

>>7114873
Alright, I assume you park the camels at the stables.
You wander down an alley for a while when a store catches your eye. It has a wooden sign hung outside it; Schlomo's Quirkies. You enter. Mostly odd books and interesting minor mechanical devices. A collection of dried larvae, Asian swords and armours - inoperable from rust and decay, - shrunken heads etc. etc.
On the lookout for anything in particular?
Awaiting command.

>>7114942

Ask Ayov of he can identify any enchanted weaponry.
Other than that, a spyglass could be quite useful.

>>7114986
Plenty of spyglasses, 6p a piece.
Ayov recognizes a couple of grimoires, even some he used himself. The Asian stuff might have been enchanted at one time, but not anymore.
Asking the clerk doesn't help, he only speaks Semician.
Awaiting command.

>>7115019

I'd say we should pick up a quality reliable spyglass. Perhaps a spare, too.

See if Ayov wants a Grimoire to study on the road, too.

Also, do we have any idea where Ilyas has *actually* gone?

>>7115041
No precise destination on Ilyas; when you parked the camels, you left his trail.
In the process of picking out spyglasses, Ayov stumbles upon a rather curious device; a red spyglass in an inch-long copper monocle. He buys this for 10p + another 9p for a good spyglass and a spare. He isn't interested in these particular grimoires.

>>7115085

Ask him what he thinks of the red spyglass-- it's properties and the like.
Also ask if magic would be able to contact Ilyas should they need to leave in a hurry.

And... hmmm... does the store have any mirrors? Signalling mirrors will be useful.

IT ENDS HERE!

>>7115111
Ayov: "I belive them to be used with another oiece of eye wear... I doubt you would understand either way...
Dang, I'm getting tired, /tg/.
I'm saving the game here. Game is paused for at least a couple of hours.