>officially turned twenty four

shit man, we are old as hell. peasants were getting married and having kids at 14.

go to Scalding Lake

Fight injustice?

ruin the lives of rightful heirs to the throne just becuase of the fact that they were evil or crazy?

>>9391381
The sound of falsehoods rang with dissonance in their ears, and no deception could fool their gaze.

>>9391381
Transform

>>9391403
Well, yes, I suppose that is true. But do you remember how they did it?
>>9391419
>>9391421
Come now, they were Heros not gods, they had faults like any man, and were bound by the limits of their flesh when they began.

>>9391450
Well, yeah. I didn't say that their talents came easily. Took, y'know, years of experience to master their unparalleled skills.

>>9391381
In his old age, after settling down, one of the heroes could plow a field with the strength of a herd of oxen, sow it with the speed of twenty men, and harvest it in one swing of the scythe.

>>9391450
By... being damn handsome and using hammers!

A hero is just a man who knows he is free.

>>9391470
and large amounts of platemail to protect them from their enemies hammers

>>9391468
Yes, there was Grakle the hardy. He could indeed perform these feats.
>>9391470
Sounds like you remember the tales of Charles the bold.
Can you remember the feats of one more hero?

Pleasure twenty women and several men at the same time

by holding up the motherfucking sky

>>9391515
Surely you jest sir!
There were no whores among the Great heros of Old! Only the finest and most upstanding of Men and Women were the Heros of ages past.

>>9391506
Another hero was said to have been able to stir the heart of an army with words so profound that even the enemy would fight with greater valor and honor.

Alistar Fidwig, wise and intelligent, who could remember everything he's ever heard, seen, or read.

THROW BABY.

Hmmm, I like the "wisdom" suggestion

>>9391547
Indeed there was! Though truth be told, she was a little bit mischievous, Illia the Charmer was one of the most skilled tale spinner this world has ever seen.

Now I think it is almost time.
Tell me first though.
What is your name? (first to three)

>>9391594
Some call me... Tim.

>>9391594

dickbutt

Mr. Crowley

>>9391506
RICK!

All capital letters, with an exclamation point. That is a fine name.

>>9391594
pudentane

>>9391594
Kale

Rigatoni

Roland, son of James

>>9391613
Bah, responding to this. >>9391594 Man I'm off tonight.

>>9391613
Can we also not speak? Do people instinctively recognize us as a hero, and say things like "Oh, RICK!, I'm so glad you're here! I need you to solve this puzzle. Do you understand, RICK!?"
>No
"I need you to solve this puzzle. Do you understand, RICK!?"
>No
"I need you to solve this puzzle. Do you understand, RICK!?"
>Yes
"Oh, thank you, RICK!! With your help I'm sure to accomplish things I should have been able to do on my own!"

>>9391613
Third for RICK!

>>9391594
Julia

peasant quest reminds me of dungeon siege.....hopefully there will be sum krug up in here for us to rape with a rake

I change my vote to RICK!

RICK!
I think its time that you Woke Up.

You can smell smoke from your bed, and its quiet out. The sun shines through the small window in your cottage. It must be the afternoon from the angle of the light.
You don't even hear a chicken clucking right now.

RICK! what are you going to do today, in your little town. You're the blacksmith's apprentice, but you haven't really gotten the fully muscled and permanent soot coloration yet. You've had your share of women, but not all of them -- that'd be a bad idea, seeing as this town is only about fifty people.

>>9391711
>RICK!

rrrrrrrrrrrrretcon

>>9391711
Get up and go outside. Walk around wordlessly enjoying the atmosphere. Then move up to each person in town and use the
>
command. See if they tell you anything interesting.

>>9391740
This sounds like a RICK!ish way to start the day.

>>9391711
OP, I haven't been taking part, just seeing the thread's posts on the front page, but I want to give you props for rolling with this.

Just like when the guy who did witch quest rolled with /tg/'s desire to turn it into a My Immortal parody--and the result was hilarious.

>>9391711
LOOK/RECALL inventory (everything owned or accessible)

You get up, and head outside.
Oddly you have your clothes on already.
You still hear nothing other than the sound of your breathing and your clothing rubbing against itself.
As you wander the town, you stumble across a headless chicken, still walking around.
You can't even hear the children playing.

You'd talk to someone, but you can't find anyone right now.
You pass by the smithy. Its quiet inside, the furnace must be off. Maybe John Maker Smith is taking the day off?

i hope this ramps up with a cutscene of some poor sap being skewered by a goblinoid....then we take our vengence

>>9391800
how odd headless chicken still alive and kickin......

>>9391800
Our village is fucked. OBSERVE village, is it on fire?

>>9391800
Grab a weapon of some sort. That seems like it would be helpful in this particular situation.

Pick up the chicken and name it Fred the Barber. He will be your immortal chicken companion FOREVAR!

>>9391817
That's actually not that odd. What's odd is that OP mentioned it nonchalantly rather than that it was running around crazily.

That said,

OBSERVE chicken

>>9391825
is there static, or an air raid siren....feels like peasant silent hill

Action commands:
>[object/person] (interact with [object/person])
>OBSERVE [object/person optional]
>INSPECT [object/person optional]
>INVENTORY (review inventory)

Communication commands:
> ...
> ...?
> ...!
> Yes
> No

Did I miss anything, guys?

>>9391817
Nah, its just not dead yet, isn't it? They can run around for awhile without their heads anyway.
>>9391825
No, the village isn't burning. Not by the Smithy anyway.
You do still smell smoke though. Looking up though, you can see the sky is all gray with smoke. Maybe its another part of the village. Or it could be a fire somewhere in the forest.

>>9391800
wonder where you'll go to pick up chicks now

>>9391865

SAVE
QUIT

>Peasant? Quest

Where's my Cottage?

>>9391837
This, as long as the chicken doesn't dissolve in our hands or something weird like that.

>>9391881
TROGDOR!

>>9391893
nah the chicken has acidic blood...we no long have hands

>>9391835
There might be something inside the smithy you could use as a weapon. Maybe a sickle or something. John Maker Smith generally only makes farm equipment for the village. Occasionally he'll make a cleaver or something for a family.
>>9391837
Looking back at the chicken its still wandering around aimlessly. You see it bump into a wall a couple times before turning. It also stumbles over some broken root in the ground.

>>9391937
Does he have an axe in there?

>>9391937
Go back to help Fred!

>>9391937
>Smithy

agreed find tool impliment as weapon preferably with reach ......try to find towns people

>>9391970

>>9391970
You check inside the smithy.
Its cold inside.
Theres enough light to see a few almost useless pieces of metal hanging on the wall. Some tongs, an anvil, and one or two pieces of scrap metal. Theres also a hammer resting on the anvil, next to a half-finished blade. It doesn't have a handle or guard, but you could probably use the unfinished side to hold it. It could be kinda pokey you suppose.
Hanging there's an oil lamp.
The lamp isn't lit.

It occurs to you John might not not appreciate you taking his stuff.

its borrowing....borrow the hammer....continue to explore the town....where all the people at?

>>9392033
john isn't all by himself in what used to be a decently sized village

>>9392033
>Hammer
>Street

Grab a hammer and explore to find out where everyone went.

>>9392124
You 'borrow' John's Smithy hammer.
Its fairly hefty. You probably shouldn't swing this around too much, you could get tired quickly if you aren't careful.
You go back out into the village area, to continue exploring the village.
The chicken without a head seems to have wandered off somewhere.
##Noticed something due to statistics!##
You notice that there seems to be a small, sparse trail of blood leading towards the village center from the broken root the chicken stumbled over. It's probably from the chicken.

You still don't hear anyone. You can still smell smoke in the air.

>>9392295
>Village center

It sounds like we need to FORGE OURSELVES SOME SHIT.

Since we're so goddamned awesome with a hammer, I propose we take the half-finished blade and work on finishing it. John won't mind if we do some work for him, right?

Plus, after we're done with it, we can probably make an extra one. Or twelve. Since we're a HERO and all.

>>9392303
You head towards the village center, following the trail of blood.
The smithy hammer is heavy in your hand.
You see something up ahead. It looks like it might be a human.
He's dressed rather darkly, you can't see many features clearly despite the day.
You aren't sure who he is from this distance.
You don't think you've been noticed.
You can see a headless chicken near the man, wandering around aimlessly.

>>9392344
>OBSERVE [darkly clad figure]

>>9392334
You're only an apprentice under the blacksmith.
Mostly you've worked the bellows. You've only gotten to practice making a few simple things, like flat sheets of metal.

>>9392360
You get a bit closer.
It looks like it might be Michael.
Why is he dressed so darkly?
. . .
He still doesn't seem to notice you.
The chicken bumps into the backside of Melanie's house, which is next to the village center.

KILL THAT DUDE

>abandoned village
>Guy dressed in black robes
>Headless chicken
>Armed with a hammer

ARRIGHT, FUCK THIS SHIT.

Ask Michael what the fuck he's doing in those faggy-ass robes, and demand to know where the villagers all are hiding.

>>9392442
>>9392448
-Impasse!-
(Vote count 2.5 to choose)

>>9392470
>Melanie's House

>>9391381
>>9392448
>>9392448
this

>>9392470
Ask him about robes, but dont call him faggy

I was interesting in this until I saw we were old as fuck.

polite sage for off-topic post

>>9392442
This

Hide and watch him.

>>9392448
>>9392499
"...!"
Michael doesn't notice even as you call at him.
What is he looking at?
It smells more strongly of smoke.
Michael turns and looks at you. Or through you.
Michael is crying as he starts to walk away, right past you.

>>9392559
Kill him with hammer

>>9392559
> ...?
>INSPECT Michael

>>9392600
You swing your arm violently at Michael.
The hammer is missing.
You miss Michael with your arm.
Michael continues to walk away.
The chicken trips over a broken root.

>inspect michael
>kill michael

>>9392622
You follow Michael.
You don't hear anything.
Michael is muttering something, and is crying.
The headless chicken is wandering around near Michael.
A trail of blood leads towards the village center.

>>9392666
>...!
>INSPECT Michael's muttering
>Michael

>>9392666
>inspect michael's muttering.
>mutter prayer to satan.

>>9392640
Tears stream down Michael's face.
He is walking towards the road out of town.
The you are next to the blacksmith shop. There might be something you can use in there.
>>9392734
>>9392714
Its difficult to tell what he's saying, but you make out the words: "???...Killed...???...chicken...massacre...???"
You couldn't figure out what the ??? words were.
He seems to be repeating the same thing over and over. You can't make out any more.
You don't hear anything.
The headless chicken isn't around anymore.

>>9392791
>Village center
>OBSERVE
>Melanie's House

>>9392819
run to melanies house, save her from the headless chicken

>>9392819
You head back to the village center.
The headless chicken bumps into the backside of Melanie's house.
You smell smoke.
You don't hear anything.
You go around the side of Melanie's house to reach the front.
There is something on the wall of the next house over.
There is a dark figure ahead of you.
The hammer weighs heavily in your hand.

>>9392918
>OBSERVE dark figure
>OBSERVE wall
>INSPECT hammer

>>9392958
You get a bit closer to the dark figure.
It appears to be Michael.
Why is he dressed so darkly?
...
He doesn't seem to notice you.

You examine the wall. There's words on the wall.
You can only read some of them.
"Wake...???...Chicken...???...You'll...???...everyone."
The words appear to be written in blood.

It's John Maker Smith's Hammer. Its a hammer used for shaping metal. It is fairly hefty, you probably shouldn't swing it around too much, you could tire yourself out quickly.
It occurs to you that John might not appreciate you taking his stuff.

>>9393037
TIME LOOP!!

kill chicken, cruch it to tiny pieces

>>9393072
The only chicken around is the word written in blood.
You can't really kill a word.
Can you?

>>9393121
It appears i win this round OP...
that or
PencilEraser.jpg

>>9393121
stop doing anything

wake up

>>9393037
Sneak attack vs Michael. thats at minimum an extra 1d6 damage and he's flatfooted..

>>9393177
You open your eyes.
You can smell smoke from your bed.
Its quiet out. It must be late morning now, based on the angle of light coming through the window in your bedroom.
You can't even hear a chicken clucking.
There's a small fire in the fireplace in your room.

RICK! what are you going to do today?

>>9393121
>Melanie's House

>>9393248
Not do a shit-ton of drugs before I go to sleep.

>>9393248
>source of smoke

>>9393262
You'd never do drugs! You are a descendant of the ancient Heros of old.
Hardly anyone recognizes the heros of the past were once real, and you only know because of the stories told to you by your parents.

>>9393248
take anti-psychosis medication

attempt to stop killing other villagers in your delusions

>>9393296
Then I'm not hanging around with Michael anymore, he obviously drugged me withouf my consent.

>Leave thread
>Come back an hour or two later
What... the fuck just happened?

>>9393318
But Michael would never do such a thing, the two of you have been friends sense childhood. You both grew up together.
He's practically your wingman for picking up chicks.
>>9393304
You don't have any medication, you've never been sick in your life. Must be because you've gotten so strong working for John.

You hear Melanie call you from outside your house.

I masturbate furiously

>>9393378
curl up in the fetal position, ask her to come in

>>9393378
>Outside
>OBSERVE Melanie

>>9393431
You go through your bedroom, into the main room of the house and then open the front door.
Oddly, you already are dressed.
Melanie greets you.
You converse with her about the state of the village. She also gives you a basket and a lunch.
She winks at you before heading away, back to her house.
The sky is clear. You're at the town center, as your house is one of the houses that surrounds it.
Melanie's house is out past the smithy.
Theres a small market set up in the town center currently.

>>9393489
>INVENTORY
>INSPECT basket
>INSPECT lunch
>Market

>>9393550
The basket contains a small chick, all fluffy and yellow.
It cheeps happily.
The lunch appears to be bread with a fried egg, a small bit of cheese, and a bottle of some liquid. There's also a note asking you to stop by this evening.

You head out to the market.
The basket is in your hand. Your lunch is in a sac you've tied around your neck.
You forgot to bring your coin purse.
You smell smoke.
There are several food vendors, one selling cooked salted meat for a fair (though expensive) price.
Another appears to be selling apples and furs. She is trying to catch your attention you think.
Finally John has set up a place to take requests. He's waving to you.

There's a root on the ground.
The wind is blowing.
You don't hear anything.
There are a few clouds in the sky.
You can smell smoke.
It smells of apples and meat.

>>9393644
talk to john

>>9393644
>OBSERVE apple and fur seller
>OBSERVE John
>Apple and fur seller

>>9393684
John wants you to help him complete orders later.
The chick cheeps happily.
>>9393694
The apple and fur seller seems to be having trouble selling furs. She looks hopeful when you look over at her.
You can smell smoke.
John appears to have made several contracts to produce different things for household use. There's also a request for a sword.
You don't hear anything.
You head over to the fur and apple seller.
You see Michael. He's standing off in the corner.

>>9393782
>OBSERVE Michael
>INSPECT apple and fur seller
>apple and fur seller

>>9393782
>INSPECT chick
>DEVOUR chick whole

>>9393865
Michael is crying.
Tears are streaming down his face.
He seems to be muttering something.
You can't hear anything.

The apple and fur seller is rather cute. She appears to be around 16. She is from out of town, you don't know her.
She tries to impress you by showing how the fur brings out the beauty of whoever's wearing it.
She offers you a basket and lunch.
The chick cheeps happily.
The wind is blowing.
You're standing infront of the apple and fur seller's stand. Its made of wood. It appears to be a converted wagon.

So is this going anywhere or has this just been 3 hours of dicking around?

>>9393915
Michael sure cries alot. Holy shit that kinda makes sense, bitches totally go for the sensitive type, he IS a damn good wingman.

>>9393937
More than a little of the dicking, but it is actually going somewhere.
Theoretically.

>>9393946
I don't know, man... this is actually highly entertaining, but I'm getting kind of tired. I'll have to leave it to others in a bit.

Anyway, for now...
>INSPECT basket and lunch (apple and fur seller)
>INSPECT Michael's muttering
>Michael
>...

I vote we quick inspecting shit and start some plot advancement.

>>9394008
That should be quit, I'm tired.

>>9393985
Inside the basket is a baby chicken, all fluffy and yellow.
The lunch is composed of bread, a fried egg, a bit of cheese and a bottle of something to drink. There's also a note inside asking you to stop by later this evening.

On closer inspection you make out a few of michael's words, but they're quiet and very quick.
What you can make out is: "Up...Gone...Lost...Melanie, Melanie, Melanie, Melanie, Melanie..." He seems to be repeating what he's muttering.
You approach Michael.
The basket is in your hand.
The chick cheeps happily.
The lunch is slung over your back in a cloth.
You forgot your coin purse.
You smell smoke.

>>9394008
I'd respond to that but I don't want to spoil anything. <___<

>>9394055
>Michael
>...?

>>9394107
Michael smiles at you.
He asks you how you're day will be.
He'd like to know if you're planning to visit Melanie.
He doesn't comment on why he's dressed so darkly.
If something else is bothering him, he doesn't want to share it.

>>9394146
ask if he is a necromancer

>>9394146
>Michael
>...
>note in basket

>>9394174
Michael laughs heartily.
Michael calls you quite the joker -- he explains he has no idea what kind of black magic that would require him to cast.
Michael is crying.

>>9394200
(Not sure what you mean here)

>>9394207
offer micheal the chick in the basket

note if we are now carrying two identical lunches

>>9394207
>EXPRESS CONCERN

>>9394218
You offer Michael the chick.
He accepts the chick in the basket.
You have only one lunch.
The chick chirps quietly as you hand it away.
Michael is muttering under his breath.

>>9394229
examine past events

attempt to notice when mirandas lunch dissappeared

check basket for chick

>>9394269
You still have Melanie's lunch.
You no longer have the basket, Michael does. You can see the chick is still inside the basket though.
There's a note with the lunch.

>>9394213
Damn, and I was getting along so well with the simple command set. Meant that since Michael had asked about Melanie, we should show him her note requesting our presence later.

>>9394229
check note

check fur seller

>>9394304
The note says: "I'll be waiting for at my house when you wake.
Love,
Melanie."

You return to the fur and apple seller.
She tries to get you to buy some fur. She offers you an apple as a sample.

>>9394297
>>9394332
Showing Michael this note might not be the best idea.
He seems a little obsessed from what you could make out -- he was repeating her name so much.

>>9394332
what happened to the lunch given by the fur seller?

>>9394357
You still have the fur seller's lunch.
Its slung over your back in a cloth.
The basket is in your hand.
The chick cheeps happily.
You forgot your coin purse.
You smell smoke.

>>9394291
>>9394229
>>9394376

have only one lunch

have melanies lunch

have fur sellers lunch

.....

>>9394404
You appear confused as to why you have a lunch from both the fur seller and Melanie. You only have one lunch though. You still have the lunch Melanie gave you. You still have the lunch the fur seller gave you.

>>9394404
We also gave Michael the chick, and yet still have it. It's getting pretty surreal.

>>9394345
Damn, barred action? So much for my attempt to force the plot...

>Melanie's House

>>9394454
(Not actually barred. Just was self-awareness checking in, do you still want to go to Melanie's house?)

>>9394472
sure

>>9394548
You head over to Melanie's house, near the town center. It's late afternoon.
You go around the side of her house to reach the door. There's writing on the wall next to the house.
You don't hear anything.
You can smell smoke.
The basket is in your hand.
You have your lunch in the sack over your shoulder, around your neck.

>>9394596
check writing

>>9394626
It appears to be written in charcoal.
Some of the words are smeared with handprints making them impossible to read.
You can make out "Alone", "Everyone", and "Sleep".

I think we should sleep with everyone alone.

--Announcement--
I'm gonna be able to run this for 30 more minutes or I'll be checking out once we complete the prelude, but then I'm gonna head to bed.
If you'd like me to run it again, archive this thread on /suptg/ with a tag of "quest".
If I see it up on /suptg/ tomorrow I'll be running it again, around the same time as today. Possibly a bit earlier.

>>9391381
Can we become punpun?

>>9394702
>Door to Melanie's House
>Melanie's House

>>9394720
You open the door to Melanie's House.
You enter Melanie's House.
The smithy is outside.
Its cold inside.
The basket is in your hand.
The chick cheeps happily.
It looks like Melanie isn't home right now.
The door to her bedroom is closed.
You can't hear anything.
There is some bread on the table. There is a fried egg in a pan on the table. There is some cheese on the table. There is a bottle on the table.
You smell smoke.
There is a small fire in the fireplace.
There is a note on the door.

>>9394777
>INSPECT note on door

>>9394806
It says: "I'll be waiting for you at my house when you wake.
Love,
Melanie."

Hey remember last time we started out as a peasant?

Yeah. Look how that end.

>>9394835
Wake up.

>>9394841
You're in bed.
You're eyes are closed.
You can smell smoke.
There's something warm next to you.
Its quiet outside.
You can tell its light out from the light shining through your eyelids.
Your bed is soft, made of feathers.
Your pillow is also made of feathers.
Something wraps itself around you and squeezes slightly.

>>9394841
God damnit, is this the OP?

>>9394876
On my honor as a bastard I swear that was not me.
Someone else actually did that.
:P

>>9394870
>OBSERVE

>>9394882
why is waking up working?

and why does it confuse me so?

>>9394891
You can't see details, your eyes are closed. Light pierces through your eyelids to produce a red haze indistinction.
There is warmth to your left. You are being pulled towards it slightly from the thing that is wrapped around you.
You are warm under soft bedsheets.
The bed is soft.
You taste nothing special.
You can smell smoke.
You hear only the rustle of sheets.

>>9394924
>INSPECT thing wrapped around us

>>9394906
It works because you were dreaming.
And why is it confusing?
Well, dreams can be confusing.
And so can the transition from dream to reality.

Open eyes

>>9394938
It feels soft, and smooth.
It is warm, but not as warm as the thing to your left.
It is relatively sturdy.
It is gentle.
It is probably an arm.

>>9394960
>eyelids
>OBSERVE

>>9394946
You open your eyes.
Its early morning.
You're in your bedroom.
Your wife, Melanie is next to you.
She is smiling at you.
She gestures to her lips to be quiet.
You don't hear any children.

>Realize I am a unicorn.
>Fly over the town emitting a rainbow.

--Announcement--
Well, that's basically all for tonight.
See you tomorrow guys.
And for those who hang around, feel free to speculate about what exactly, is the point of it all.

>>9395068
The point is either:
Nothing
Stuck reliving something until we do it right
A fa/tg/uy in a coma.

considering how little happened, this was surprisingly mindscrew-y.
I applaud you, OP.