Rip had an easier time then I, it seems being mostly made of metal sets off detectors and masks combat shotguns. Lupus also managed to get all seven of his various blades on board, a task I decided was best to not ask how it was accomplished. Perhaps it was a property of his new Cameleoline cloak, but the reality was probably as grim as he. Cú arrived, he too was given a pass thanks mostly due to his large grey cloak, status as one of the imperial guard, and metal mask.
It seems his late arrival was due to him giving some thrones to local children playing by one of the plasma vents. I wasn’t sure how to react to that, all I had know of Cú to this point was that he was an uneducated man with a big sword and rather silent. When he did talk it was only of horrors he had seen on his world and of comrades turning on each other. Still this change was a pleasant one and I must say my opinion of him improved, but it was not to stay that way.

>>12236243

>Before we boarded the ship to Strank, a group of children at play in an alley caught my eye.

>They were dirty, skinny enough to show from a distance, and clothed in rags.

>I approached them, drawing them with the sound of jingling coin.

>I gave each of the seven tots 4 thrones. Enough, I thought, to feed each family well for some time.

>I returned to the others and was rewarded for my actions with an almost unsettling grin from the girl.

>Apparently she had noticed.

We got into the ferry, the short but loud trip to the orbiting cruiser that would take us to Strank. The ship itself was deathly quiet and empty with only one man to take us to our rooms.

“Do not leave your room, this is for your own safety.”

Once again we would be confined to a single room, but this ship had enough beds for all of us. Still I knew why the man said what he did. The dark holds. I couldn’t help but say these words to myself and Cú found interest. I was surprised he needed to ask me what they were, surly as a guard he had been on a ship before; if anything it was stranger that I knew of them. Still he asked so I told him, I told him that every ship had vast sectors blocked off and left to decay and that the only ones who made their homes in these vile places were horrid mutants and monsters.

His eyes…they practically lit up.

>>12236399
Wherever there is a beast, a monster, a fiend, an aberration, there are thrice as many men who would pay to have it in pieces. If these "dark holds" were as Joseph says, then they would be a practical coffer of thrones to a man who had slain worse using only a rock.

As always the brawler from dusk was ready for a fight and asked me where they were. This was madness that I answered truthfully. The dark holds made themselves on different parts in every ship and that these ships were so massive even being “near” one could require a day’s travel to reach, but he had made up his mind. We were to go to the dark holds, and fight more. This man was in need of desperate medicade care less than three days ago! It seemed the only thing on his mind was to fight! Nothing could be helped no effort to change his mind stuck. Lupus would watch the room, we would find the holds.

>>12236477
>I asked Joseph where the owners of this ship would likely keep their dark holds, and he seemed surprised that I'd want to go. To be fair, he hadn't really seen it yet, but there was always a destructive, vengeful, childish glee that came to me in the slaying of beasts, and doubly so in the case of hellish abominations.

Exiting our room was nothing. Dead silence and a servitor moping, that was all. Rip seemed to be able to communicate with the thing, a few annoying and confusing sounds and beeps were shared between the two and then silence as the servitor continued his task.

“….What did it say?”
“Well…I learned an extremely effective moping technique!” Oh Emperor give me strength! “But there was another thing, it seems an area was mopped more than the others, must be a lot of traffic there.”
“That’s better than nothing I suppose”

Following Rip we happened upon a type of bar area and Cú blurted out that he wanted to know where the holds were. The patrons reactions were just as you’d expect them to have been.

(Brb, bathroom)

>>12236558
>Honestly, I had been under the impression that to speak in an excessively friendly manner would yield more palatable results in one's search for information.

>This, however, seemed incorrect, as when I asked the patrons of the ship's bar if any of them knew where the dark hold were, I was rewarded with their blank stares and their awkward silence.

>And I am to be the strange man amongst us?

Silence gripped them all as they looked at the pale tall man. Thank the Emperor, for a moment I thought we’d be unfortunate enough to go into the holds. It seems my extended company with these mad men was beginning to impact my expectations. I thought for sure we were going to be pointed in the right direction to be slaughtered, but these people knew that no one in their right mind would go there. They spared me, but Cú decided to turn it into a business.

He asked the barkeeper if he needed a bouncer, but the man was not in the talking mood after Cú’s last outburst. I told Cú to go with Rip and see if they could get some supplies from traders. He took his defeat well, he didn’t sulk or complain he simply accepted and moved on. While he was gone I apologized to the bar tender and quickly made a friend.

He told me many things, the most important was that the “confine them to their rooms” rule wasn’t because of pressure from a nearby dark hold but simply because his captain was, as he put it, “A total dick”.

>>12236757
>It would seem I was to find to lucrative application of my talents aboard this Lady-accursed vessel.

The man complained about many off the subtle annoyances as we went back and forth chewing the fat. I took it in turn to describe the company I was with and he said he was sorry for me. I bought a drink for him, not for myself but for him, and he thanked me.

He did not go cheep.

The glass was full, more appropriate for water or some common drink, but instead he filled it with hard liquor and downed it with ease. Seems his Captain was a dick after all.

I parted ways with my new friend and took Cú and Rip back to our room. Lupus, without a stove to torture, simply cleaned his knives and examined his chain sword. It dawned on me that he never used it though we recovered it early in our travels, so I asked him why. Calmly he explained how the spinning blades, though very effective at damaging just about anything, made the sword truly difficult to use properly. He was not going to waste his time fumbling with a sword, when he was able to use it he would and no sooner. The assassin also informed us a package had arrived, and it was from Saul.

Inside was a mantle shrine, far grander then the many I had seen in the past. Two Saints stood to the sides of the Immortal Emperor, each carving amazing in its detail. To the left was Saint Aret the lethacant, and to the right was Saint Drusus. Aret was the keeper of secrets, a man whose entire life was to take in sin, lies, and true feelings. Once his ear was lent to you, those things were to be taken, and forgotten. Drusus was a man who died in the service of the Emperor only to rise again by his grace and finish the fight. Both men were grand enough to be in the Emperor’s presence and Saint Aret’s ear was ready for my prayers. Though the gift was grand I couldn’t help but contemplate selling such a grand piece.

Inside the shrine was another gift, a compact but very powerful Vox, soon to be another useful tool in our mission. I was pleased, when the second mission was given with no apparent reward I felt like a slave, but here Saul had given us a reward for our efforts.

After examining the vox I realized a note was left under it.

>Please, don’t sell these like you did the wall

Once again it seems no one reads these. If anyone is in here feel free to comment on any part. It's not that I NEED the e-fame or anything, it's just that I don't want to write for hours if no one reads them ya know?

>>12237017
>Apparently the thing was a shrine or portable latrine of some sort. I honestly could not find it in me to care after the moment I realized it was not going to explode. trust Like Joseph's has killed greater men.

>>12237057
I'm reading this!
It's just, well, I can't really respond- you're telling a story
It would be dickish of me to interrupt

>>12237057
>>12237057
What do you want?
Maybe interactive bits where we decide where the story goes next?

>>12237144
This is actually a bluebook retelling of our DH campaign we're currently playing. So we can't really make it a choose-yer-own kinda thing.

>>12237057
We're definitely reading them. The lack of posts is the hushed silence of /tg/ during storytime.

>>12237133
Bah I don't care about that. If something you find awesome happens go "woah awesome" I ain't gonna yell at ya or anything. Hell it helps bump it because i take so god damn long to type lol.

Anyway, I'll continue, the guy that plays Cu is talking my ear off about continuing too. I'll decide by the end of this thread

Anyway, back to writing

Definitely reading.

Kind of want to throw in your pcs at some point.

>>12237166
You better continue, Broseph. I want these elegen/tg/entlemen to hear about me being motherfucking Batman/Les Stroud/Van Helsing and whatnot.

>>12237144
That'd be fun but unfortunetly the story is already told. This is me and my friends playing some good old Dark Heresy and I'm just sharing it in character.

>>12237057

Another anon here, I've been following these since the first thread. Keep posting this shit, kthnx.

I couldn’t help but smile. Saul seemed like a nicer man then I originally thought he was. These people were getting to me, making me bitter, tired, and kept me on edge. I was losing faith for the wrong reasons and Aret would soon hear of this and more.

It was getting late however and I decided to retire. With 4 bunk beds near each other and a high ceiling I took one of the bottoms. Lupus again seemed comfortable on the top while Cú used his large stature to climb his bunk with ease. Rip slept on the bottom, mostly due to concerns of her bunk breaking again and smothering any that slept under her. To anyone else that probably sounds very insulting, but weight is not a luxury for those made of metal with boobs like that.

I should have kept an eye closer on her. I should have known how mad she was. I should have slept with one eye open.

Then maybe I would have know what she was about to do to me.

>>12237315
>I envy Joseph. This trip was becoming entirely too tedious to bear. In battle, at least, one knows his foes. The silence can hide a great deal, and boredom can dull the nerves. At least he seemed to find means of occupying his time.

I started to stir in my sleep. What was that noise? Warm…cold, what is on me? The room was dark and my eyes were heavy but I could feel something on me. It had quite a weight to it and I continued to wake myself to find out. What the HELL was that noise? It was close to my ear and I felt something stroke my head. Awake, I was awake now and my eyes quickly adjusted while my brain put the pieces together.

Rip. She was on me, draped over my arm and most of my body, her face was practically touching mine and her hand made its way through my short brown hair and to the back of my head. What was sh-WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK!
“THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?”
I recoiled in horror, pushing her away from me and kicking myself off my bed. Oh Emperor why!? She was SMELLING MY HAIR IN MY SLEEP! Taking deep breaths of its subtle fragrance for some…I don’t even know why!
“I’m smelling your hair silly!”
I just looked at her, horror on my face as she just smiled. To her this was nothing, like some kind of fucking greeting that happens every day. I was disturbed, violated, and my skin crawled over my body. My mind screamed run, and for a moment I was unable to follow these orders, but soon enough I was up and leaving.
“Where are you going?” It was Cú, his head peering from over his bunk.
“ANYWHERE BUT HERE!”

>>12237516
I still can't figure out why you two haven't fucked yet

>>12237516
>He climbs into a woman's bed, then, come morning, acts as though he's seen a daemon.

>I'm growing to doubt Joseph's sanity.

>And Rip's choice in men for that matter.

>>12237590
Insanity, denial and horror. The fact that there is a big age difference between the characters doesnt help.

Remember he had to take a fear test when he saw her naked.

And more importantly, we find the awkwardness funny.

>>12237516
I can't help but think about what sort of enhancements she has. Vibration capability is the most obvious, but I don't doubt she has more than that.

>>12237619
I thrive on the shit.

Intensely awkward situations for Cú and the others are like sweet ambrosia to some ugly part of my twisted little heart.

>>12237640
Never change, /tg/

>>12237619
Pssht, what's a little insanity or age difference in the grim darkness of the forty first millenium

If I could slam that automatic door I would have. I stomped off with nowhere to go, as angry as I was sickened. I felt raped. Fuck those people. They’ve done nothing but caused me stress unknown to me, and I KNOW stress. I volunteered for riot suppression for fuck’s sake, but nothing compared to the hell I’ve experienced with these people!

It was at this time I decided on a destination, the bar.

“You look like hell! What happened?”
“You don’t even want to know friend.”

The first drink was free, the other 14 were not. The entirety of the second day of travel is nothing but a blur to me, and I couldn’t be more grateful. The final day of travel I awoke, back in my bed, my brain was on fire and my body felt sluggish. I couldn’t put together where everyone was, but I knew they were all in the room.

It didn’t matter, a knock came to the door and I heard something about Strank. Cú helped me up and we were moving. Loaded onto a craft designed to take us down to the planet below.

>>12237657
Do you know what would help relieve stress?
Sex
With Rip
uh-huh, I went there

>>12237657
>Apparently this was either Joseph's first, or he felt particularly accomplished for some reason.

>Perhaps it was pride for having bedded a girl of the Adeptus Mechanicus that made it a special occasion for him.

>Whatever the reason, Joseph celebrated a bit too heartily and I had to drag him back to the room.

>Rip did not seem notably... enthused in any way, however. I decided it best for Joseph's ego that I not mention this.

>When the day came to disembark, I had to drag Joseph, still reeling from a painful separation from lady inebriation, out of his bunk and all the way into the landing craft.

>...Honestly, though, Joseph could at least wait until the girl aged a bit. It seemed passing strange to me that he'd mind so little, but it was not my place to question my leader's personal matters.

Oh god it was next to me again. Why, oh why, does that keep happening? What’s worse is this ride was rougher then the last one, and my stomach was none too pleased with me. Still, I managed to keep from vomiting inside the ship, but something was wrong. The ship sounded off, it was shaking more then it should have. Rip seemed concerned as well while Cú stood still in his seat among the entire calamity while Lupus…Lupus slept.

The craft touched down and a noxious fume seeped into the craft. My stomach held once more as I took out my gas mask. I remember holding on to this after one of the riots, using it with great effect when paired with choke gas but here it was powerless. We filed out, but Rip began to speak to the pilot about the noise. It offered its services to repair the ship and the pilot was more than happy to accept. We however went into the town to discover a place to sleep and find the person who asked Saul for help.

Before we even headed into the city we could see it spread out before us. Textile factories to the west, housing to the east, port to the south and administratum to the north. We ventured into the heart and even with a hangover I managed to track down a place to sleep.

>it
How can you not love the melding of flesh and machine? The subtle interlacing of nerve and wire, muscle and servo, skin and metal? A wonderful duality of the unbreakable and the so very fragile. Softness and steel.

>>12237802
>As we emerged from the landing craft, I was thrilled to see a world far closer to my home than the hellish labyrinth of steel we had walked upon only a few days prior.

>The marshes, I knew well.

While you read, play this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1tqxzWdKKu8
On the way in a pale young man was playing a lovely tune, and the locals seemed to get into it. It was clear there was a divide between these people. Half looked normal; the others were pale and lanky. I took this time to gather more information about Strank itself. It seems textiles were the only reason this place existed and the massive swamp that was this world was slowly being drained for more land to live on.

I was told this planet stank, but just being told that made it clear to me these people thought little of outsiders. More interesting I learned a bit about the disappearances we were to investigate. All of the disappearances have been in the Natan province or a neighboring province. These places are not highly populated to begin with, and most people are not sure if anything is wrong or if they’re just disbanding the settlements. It seems the province was a few days in…a direction. I wasn’t getting anywhere with these backwoods fools. Then again, it could have been the hangover.

FUCK YEAR DUSKWOOD HEARTS

>>12237923
>These people, I can understand. They are simple, not foolish. Those of the hive worlds seem to confuse the two terms. These people have very little, and must hold tightly to every ounce of it. Their minds are the keenest blades forged on any planet, and they know the wilds better than hive worlders know their cities.

>>12237057
Oh ive been looking forward to this.

It was about this time we were approached by a young man. He identified himself as Alrec and he was an adept. It seems he was in the service of one Ceveris. Ceveris is in charge of the census of this world and he was the one that brought the attention to Saul. We started to follow Alrec as he brought us to Ceveris. Truly he was a man who looked like he should. He was older and slightly grayed from stress while surrounded by papers.

He was however nice, and we learned that many of the census takers had gone missing, it didn’t matter if they had guards with them or not and even some of the towns were rather well armed. He couldn’t give us more details then that for it seemed the PDF was keeping a tight lid over any town they were sent to after a disappearance.

What he could offer us was advice and transportation. Seems one of the census takes that never made it back had a truck and he saw no reason to not just give it to us. The advice was to hire a guide. Even though this place wasn’t “cultured” the Natan province made it look like a hive, and the only way we would make it is with a guide. He also gave us a map that showed the planets river system due to the fact that roads were few and those that did exist were rough. More importantly we received a list of the settlements that have gone missing. The first three were Veron, Delan, and Koron. These three were lost sometime around two months ago. Hash and Wreck were lost two weeks ago and the next settlement was, Reva whom they lost contact with around the time of our arrival.

That was all we had to go on so we departed. Though the sun started to set there was enough time to find a tracker. We headed into the nearest bar and trading post and those I asked spoke of one man. Conrad. Sure enough we found him, he stood with a shotgun, taller than most and paler but he seemed to be a kind of middle ground when compared to the two people that dwell in these lands. He was old and his hide resembled leather more than skin, as I approached he seemed calm.

“We were told you were a good guide”
“What?” it seemed the man was hard of hearing, his speech was slow and low but with a purpose behind his words. A strong spirit.
“We were told you were a good guide!”
“Well, some say I’m the best there is. The name’s Conrad”
“Joseph”
We shook hands
“So what can I do for you Joe?”
“We need a guide to the Natan province”
“Huh?”
“WE NEED A GUIDE TO THE NATAN PROVINCE”
The old man smiled as the entire bar stopped, every eye was on me. Instantly I simply raised some thrones and bought a round for everyone on me. It works every time. After telling him we can provide the transportation and any other expense he signed on. We told him to meet us tomorrow at the impound lot, the place the truck was stored and he agreed to see us there first thing in the morning. He told us it would be a day’s ride into the next settlement over and five days before we arrived at the first missing settlement.

We would be on our way soon enough

>>12238356
>It would seem I'm not the only one capable of asking all the wrong questions in a crowded tavern.

>Joseph handled it well, though, in the end.

Before we met Conrad, Rip let us know she would meet us at the Inn I discovered. It seems she did a good repair of the craft and was paid the fee originally intended for the official techpriest that never arrived. All of us got there at about the same time and Rip was covered in dirt and grease. I paid for the room as the others headed upstairs.

Once again fate let me know it was not pleased with me. When I got into the room Cú sat on a chair near the window, Lupus slept like a stiff board in one of the double beds, and next to him were his blades and Cú’s massive sword. The other double bed was empty and I heard the shower operating.

Rip was showering and I was being forced to lay with her

>>12238498
Honestly man, why fight it at this point?
Just lay back and accept a fate filled with robotitties

>>12238498
>I would have preferred that Joseph and the girl have their own room, seeing as how he desperately needs to work out some of his shyness with her, but it seems we'd ended up all in a single communal room.

>I suppose luck wasn't with him today.

>I also wish we could get on the road soon. These buildings, the larger they are, the... itchier it feels to be within one.

>I long for smaller, simpler surroundings.

>>12238561
sounds pretty basic to me- sure as hell isn't the ritz

Cú smiled, he knew what I was being forced into again, but why!? I quickly took off my jacket and hat and went under the covers. I would be asleep before she got back! Cú simply smiled again as he drifted off into one of his rare rests. There was a major flaw in my plan, and that was I could not force myself to sleep. I continued to lay facing away, it was the only thing I could do.

The shower turned off and I heard he climb into bed, there was nothing in between and I began to feel the moisture at my back. Oh Emperor, she didn’t even put her clothing on or dry off. She was just laying near me. Still she never came closer, she just lied there. It was then it hit me, she was exhausted from working all day and already asleep. The Emperor is truly just and merciful, and I soon entered an uneasy sleep.

When I awoke, and I was the first to, I rolled out of the bed onto the hard floor. Quickly I got up and started to walk out. Lupus and Cú got up moments after my impact on the floor and armed themselves quickly. Cú was the first out the door.
“What’s the rush Joe? There’s no need to act so strange because it’s your first time.”
Honestly, I smiled. It was a comment I did not expect from the swordsman, but it did not end.
“You don’t need to be embarrassed, I’m sure you were great”
The smile left my face and I continued to march towards the impound lot.
“I didn’t awake once during the night. Perhaps she isn’t that loud.”
I quickly grew angry

>>12238680
>Joseph was great fun to joke with. It'd been years since I'd cause to laugh and his romantic fumblings with Rip were more than welcome, if not with her, than at least as a source of humor.

“Don’t you talk to Me Cú. Don’t say another word.”
It was at this time we arrived at the lot. Conrad was waiting for us and Rip informed us of her ability to drive.
“Very well, Conrad will be with you in the front”
“I’d rather not. It’s easier to get a lay of the land from the bed of the truck.”
“Well if we mount those heavy stubbers on the roof and rear I shoul-“
“It would take too long for Lupus and I to disembark. We should stay in the back.” Conrad and Rip agreed.
“Cú I know what you’re doing and I'm telling you to stop”
I got in the front seat, Rip got in the driver’s seat.
““I’m sorry if you didn’t perform, but there is no reason to get angry at me”

That was the last straw, I drew my Tranter

>>12238711
>I concede. I understand that those sorts of shortcomings could be a source of great frustration and embarrassment for him.

>It did not help that Joseph was quick to anger.

Cú didn’t believe me even as I pointed my massive hand cannon at him. All the others looked on with shock as well. “Keep going Cú and I’ll shoot you in the head.”

He practically rolled his eyes at me. Maybe I was acting childish and signing my own death papers. At this range he’d be on me in a flash, the man who took a three barreled shotgun to the chest by all means should survive a hand cannon to the face, but I had had enough to choose death then another moment with them.

I steadied my aim, breathed, and fired a shot. The large bullet went past his ear and through his cloak. They now know I kept my threats with the same determination as I kept my word. That was a warning shot and in a split second I pointed the gun at his face, waiting for him to provoke the attack.

A hand pushed my gun down, it was Rip who I had forgotten about while taken by rage. She looked at me, serious for one of the few times in I forget how long.
“Stop it!”
It was all she said, it was all she needed to say and It was apparent she wasn’t happy about Cú’s remarks either, but she did the right thing. She didn’t let it get to her.
I looked back at Cú, he seemed amazed I would go that far, and little did he know I’d go much farther than that. Now, however was not the time. I holstered my pistol and took off my micro bead.

We departed, Conrad seemed amused by it all. I simply looked out into the dense swamp, my thoughts were my own and that was all. Soon I calmed down. I was starting to lose my grip on things. I had become quicker to drink, quicker to rage, quicker to stress and everything in between.

That was not me.

>>12238817
>Though I don't doubt he would have pulled the trigger, being shot in the face would not have been the worst of the things that I've experienced. And, much like the other things, it hardly would've killed me.

>Still, he had that same look in his eyes as did the psykers we crashed with on Mara. The look in their eyes an instant before the wasps burst from their skulls, that is. That look like the faint rippling of the water's surface before a bog raptor lunges from the depths.

>I would later think back on it and notice that his reaction had all been a little too volatile for reason. I don't even know if his mind is even stable enough to remember with clarity anymore.

When we got near the town I put the bead back in to the sound of Cú making a kiss sound. This time I was in control. I still had no grasp of Cú’s personality. However I was stuck with him and the others. There was only one way I could make it out of this sane and that was calm.

The town was worse than the one we left. No metal, just horrible wood huts and a mud road. A pier was at one end and children sifted through trash at the other end. The huts in between were mostly barren and devoid of markings. We now had to make a major decision.

Should we walk in as low key as we could or should we bring in the heavy stubbers, throwing all subtlety to the wind? Conrad quickly pointed out that it would be no secret that we were outsiders, and all eyes would be on us anyway.

There we were, fully armed and armored in the middle of a crappy Inn eyes all over us. Cú took time to mention a singular one that gave him a look but I dismissed the claim. He seemed to forget all the others doing the same.

I was able to get my own room and Cú decided to bunk with Conrad, even after he warned he sleeps in the nude. He seemed to bond with Conrad quickly, probably due to their similar backgrounds. Lupus continued to just go with the flow and agreed to room with Rip.

>>12238999
>As horrendously unpleasant a habit it was for Conrad to sleep nude, as he'd threatened, I had to speak with him.

>I made sure to turn a chair toward the door and sit with my gaze averted.

>A few particular individuals amongst the locals had given us notably strange looks, moreso than just what would be expected as the welcome for a group such as ourselves. It stank of suppressed fear, hate, nervousness...

>The tall, slender, pale folk were known as the first colonists. It would seem that they were held with great suspicion by the rest of this region's inhabitants, for the large noble family who began the first colony a long time ago, bringing the first colonists with them, mysteriously vanished shortly thereafter.

>Conrad was partially of first colonist descent. This explained the dirty looks he too had received, even as a local, himself.

>After a while of talking, he told me he needed his rest, and so I took my leave.

>I decided I would not die in my bed with a blade in my back.

>I would go for a walk.

Once again men were gathered at a card table and I decided to get in on the bet. I managed to win 10 thrones after two hands, but the most important part of gambling is to know where to stop. As I stood something surprising happened to me.
“You ain’t bad for a cop”
“How did you know I was a cop”
The man smiled as if he had the best hand possible “You just told me”
I couldn’t help but sigh. He had me and I laughed it off “What can I say?” They seemed to join in “Have a good night guys”
“you too”
And that was that. I went into my room and set up the shrine. It turns out the card games I’ve been playing were Heretics wake, a game whose fine was to have your fingers dipped in gold. As an Arbities my penalty was even higher.

I prayed all my sins to Arat, how I considered some heresy too petty and the punishment too high while the opposite was true elsewhere. I told him of how horrified I was of Rip, how I wished harm will of a comrade like Cú, how I found Lupus to be creepy. I told him of my dealings with Bones and other low lives, but I also told him the great success it brought me in my cases. I prayed for Saul, the man I damned in my first meeting simply because I didn’t receive a reward. I prayed for Lorenzo who was just and helpful but I wasn’t pleased with his offering of a hat. I confessed this all and with that. I went to sleep

A sleep that would be interrupted.
>to be continued

(Now for Cú who did stuff while the rest of us were alseep and then another cliffhanger.)

>I had heard Joseph enter the room next door some time before I finished speaking to Conrad and, by the time I stepped out into the hall, the building was silent.

>My hand began champing at the bit, ready to leap to Hardfang's haft.

>I came to the bottom of the stairs and saw the inn's first floor to be empty.

>I slowly left the Inn, allowing my eyes a few seconds to adjust to the darkness. The town was empty, silen-

>No. I heard voices in the distance. Rythmic in a way I recognized immediately.

>I turn on my micro bead and whistled sharply into it.

"I need everyone clothed, armed and out here."

"Now!"

>I focused intently on the chanting, memorizing exactly the direction from which it originated, though the sound soon ceased.

>The others stormed out from the door behind me, clothed, armed, and ready, as I'd said, save for Conrad, who was armed at least.

>They asked me what it was and I answered with the same black certainty which always poisoned my elders' voices as they told of the coming fog.

"A ritual."

The suspected fate of the missing colonists. (also Cú gets married)

Future Duskwood Heart threads will take place Sunday nights starting anywhere from 7-9pm Eastern (USA) and going on till I’m done. Also they may get a bit short from now on as we are getting very very close to the point we’re actually playing. Cú and I will find a way to make them last.

>>12239299
>Cú and I will find a way to make them last.

Probably with all of Joseph's Adeptus Mechanicus fapfics.

also, yes I will keep doing these so long as Joseph doesn't die, even then I'll probably continue with one of the many other characters I rolled up. You guys convinced me you read these and that's the entire reason I'm posting them.

>>12239308
If you want to write them, I won't stop you. Just know I won't be reading them or writing them

>>12239333
>Just know I won't be writing them-
because he'll be fapping...

>-or reading them.
because he will have fapped himself blind.

I cast bump

Next sunday can't come soon enough.

>exception mandamp
What is this, I don't even.

>>12239696

Sir, are you feeling exceptionally man-damp?

Don't worry, it's a common symptom of reading Duskwood Hearts.

Bumping before I go upstairs to chip paint because this thread should live and be read.