>>14982301

The Skeletal laughter continues, dark and foreboding.He draws his hand back, flexing it, before sweeping down with another.
You are James Courtland, 24 years old ten of wich you spent in a cell. You Seem to have no memory of the past 20 years, but have already formed a pact with the Goddess of gambling and strife to cause a change whether it be good or ill. In return it seems she has given you divine powers.

And you are about to be crushed into nonexistence by a giant skeletal arm composed of nothing but the void.

>Watdo?

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>dice are sometimes required for checks and the like. I like to use D6’s
Previous threads
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Change%20Quest

If you would like to ask questions about the quest, please feel free to do so .I only ask that you mark them differently than your input for action.

My apologies for starting late yesterday, I became held up at work and could not make it home in time.

Perhaps Ive started too early.

Ah well, if this threads still alive later, ill bump it at the hour i usually start at.

rolled 3 = 3

Blast the fucker with lighting! We go where we want when we want!

>>14982465
Lightning courses through your arms, and you strike out with your palm. A small beam of electrified white shoots forth striking the skeletal void. It streaks through, the blinding white iluminating the impossible emptiness, before bursting through the other side.

Dark mocking laughter greets you, and you watch as the arm knits itself back together. “I do so enjoy playing with you puny mortal, but I fear I may break you. Such an enticing concept would not let me bring you before Artarion however, and I would suffer his wrath. I will have to use a more direct method.” Raising his arm, he seems to be drawing the surrounding shadows to him. They coalesce into a small black sphere the size of a melon. Gasping in recognition, you remember having used this ability yourself.

The laughter continues.

rolled 5 = 5

Tell the others to get back we will return no matter what, as were sucked tell this beat if anything happens to our people while were gone we will, end him!

bump

In a split second, you manage to yell out that you will return before the sphere of darkness impacts into your chest. The voices inside your head scream out and you watch as the world around you changes. Daylight turns to shadow, the world of reality dissolves, and you find yourself in an abyss of darkness. Stepping forward, your boots trod upon pieces of masonry that used to belong to the temple. A dark laughter can be heard, and you can see an impossibly large face materialize.

Seemingly staring into the depths of your soul, it speaks.

[cont, im being told that the field is too long.]

>>14983070
"̶̧̨̧̥̲̘͇̬̼̯̩̓̈̈́̉̈ͨ̈̂ͣͤ̍ͪḊ̏͗̒̈́ͫ̓ͮͫ̽͌͐̋̚͏̢̛̱͙̩͍̦o
̵͛ͮ̏̉͏̸̡͍̟̼͕̝͓̤̦͉͎̻̤̞͓̥͢ͅ ̷̡̜͓̠̘̯̔̊͋ͥ̐̒̔̉̎̊̈͠ÿ̢̨̺̺̯̜̣̦̭̮̖̫͉̼́̑͌͆͑̊̽̿̓̎ͪ̄͌ͤ̚͢͝
͈̦̪͖̞ô̴̷̢ͮ͗̎̍͌̎́͘͏͉̫͙͕͈ü̵̵̡̩͉̲̗̘̜̥ͮ̾ͮͥ̿̉̆ͫ̏̇̂̓͢͞ͅ
͙̬̯͓̣ ̶̸̤̞̥͍̱̠̞̻̝͈̺̋͐̂͒͋ͤͥ́͠k̡̞̭͙͓͎̟͚̜̙̺̜̩͙̫͆̒̑̑͊̉ͥ̋ͣ͗͂̃̕
̹n̷̡͙͎͚̻͚̯͔̲͚͉̼̥̭͔͛͛ͫͪ͌́̓́ͤ̍̀́͞ͅͅơ̡̺͖ͣ͛ͯ̇ͬ͐͑ͭ̔̉̿ͧ́
͍̳̞w̸̸̵͍̟̬̠̖̤̺̰͎̬̩̹ͮͪ̃ͫ̽̓̂ͣ̊ͪͪ̄͐͢͝ ̢̘͖̫̲̻͆̒ͫ̍͑̀͐̽̌̒̐̿̕͟ͅͅw̵̲͈̠͚̞̖̖̲͎̠̠̳̣̫͎ͬ̀̆͒̒́̀ͅh͑́͋
̡̛̬̠͙͇̹̺̰̯̜̈͐ͪ̒̉̾̿̈́ͥ͘͢o̢̢͍͇̺̞̞͈͎̰̭̹̪̼̙͙̗̜ͬͧͪ͠ ̓̅̂̎ͩ͂̋̆̃͏̢̳̳̦͔͍͝ȳ͉͈͔̫͖͎̲̗̤̮̬͖͕̗̞͂ͨ̏̄̅̆̃ͨ͆ͬ̓͌̌̚͘͜o
́̇ͦ͋ͣ̋͋̊ͨ̅ͤ̏̀ͣ͂̆̋̈̋͏̷̀͜͏̩̱̘̫̩̰̫̗̮̟̙͍͍̭͈͉ͅu͛̃̀̋̎̈̆͒̋
̡̢̮͈͓̗̲̝̳̥̼̩̗̣̱̝͌ͮ̀̐͠͡ ̀ͥ̊̄̈̓ͪ̚͏̸̸͔̰̳͎͎̺̺̻̮̠̩̥̟̹́aͯ̈́̎ͬͣ͆̿̓̋͢͜͏̱̼̙̮͖͇ȑͬͩͥͦ
̮͉̹̝͕͇̖͇̝̆̽̄͒̽̏̓ͩ̓ͮ̚̕͜͟e͌ͮ́̌͋̅͒ͤ̐͒̌̉̕͞͞͏͈̮̬̭̯͓̗̥̭̀ ̵̵̸̨̖̠͕͍̣̣͖̯̣̘̻͍̳̐͋̆̋ͮͅm̈̑͋͐̎̔̆ͥ̆ͣ̚̚҉̨̥̜͖͈͚̣̦͓̕͠ͅͅo
ͬͬ̃͊͂͐͆͒ͫ̓͌̇̎̍ͩ͋̚͢҉̘͓͖̗̗̞̘̭̰̼̟͉̹̀͡ͅr͌͂̒͊̏ͭ͑̀͂̅̂͌̈́ͤ̚
̨̡̖̣̹̯͙̖ͅt̶̋ͨ͂̉̂̄̇̌̅ͬ̈́̑ͫ͏͓̯͕͙̝̱͡ả̸̡̨͎̹͍̰̦̻̙̿ͩ̓͌̌̚͟
̞̬̭l̵̥͎͈̰̩͚̉ͫͥ͋͋́̔̊ͫ̆ͫ̆̍͡?ͨͪ̄̇̀͒ͭ͐ͬ͛ͫ̔̓̏̌ͤ̔̽ͮ͏̀̕҉̥̕
̠̗̫͍̻̹̣̰̱̭̦͚̭"̵͎̜̤̫̭̩͓͔̪̘͚̽ͫ̒ͯ̐͑͛ͧ̒́͑͗̃͋ͬ͛̑͠

Inside your head, you hear the words,”Do you know who you are mortal?” The voice is soft and dry.

>Roll 2d6 personality test. Number to beat is 10

[the text must make it longer than it is.]

Aww shit guys...we woke up Zalgo...

[I admit, while searching through various websites,i foung that the zalgo text looks the coolest.]

rolled 5, 5 = 10

Leys ask the guy to whom this temple belonged for help
also for the lightening god

My name is James Courtland and I am not afraid!

"Why dont you enlighten me?"

At this question, the voices inside your head clamour to make themselves known. Fighting for control of your own body, you narrowly manage to push them into the back of your mind where they belong. You scream. “I AM JAMES COURTLAND!”

Your words carry over the vast emptiness, and the being before you laughs.He speaks directly to your thoughts, “You are no longer in the temple foolish mortal! YOUR ARE IN MY REALM, THE SHADOW BEYOND EXISTENCE. LOOK AROUND AND KNOW DESPAIR, YOU WHO WOULD CARRY MY SYMBOL INSCRIBED UPON YOUR HAND!”

Clutching your head, you scream in pain. Falling to your knees before Atarion, you look inwards, begging for help.”

One of the voices answers your plea.
>”Child, I am Leashan. You who carry my symbol do not yet know of me, but i can see no evil in your heart. Bound to you as I am, I will not let you face destruction at the hands of Artation, you have but to let me in..... “


>watdo

Alright
Let her in, not like we can do anything else
But first make a deal. She will leave when she has dealt with the shadow.

>>14983381
secouneded but not with out her word that she will give us back our body afterward.

[Ah despite the feminine sounding name, He is a man.]

“I agree to your deal, but my body is not yours. After this is over, I will take back what is mine.” You respond the voice in your head.

Artarion laughs, “Cutting a deal with gods long gone will not save you mortal.”

>”Foolish child, I care not for your body! I ask that you let in the desire for Divine Judgement!! I am not so petty that i would posess you.” He sounds of anger barely held in check.

You push yourself to your feet, and look up at that hideous face. Thinking back to the temple he corrupted, and the damage his demon inflicted upon John cause you to cry out with rage. “You will pay for your crimes!”

“Such arrogance! YOU CHALLENGE A GOD?!? COME THEN, TO YOUR DEATH!!”

You feel a sudden shift. You can no longer feel the pain in your head or arms. The Lightning bolt branded into your arm grows to three times its size before your eyes. The air itself around you crackles with electricity, and more symbols are branded into your arm. This time, the pain is fleeting. Looking down you can see the Large symbol of the lightning bolt intertwining with that of a sword and a bar of light. All glowing brighlty with a blue glow, so much so that you find it hard to look at them.

The shadow retreats from you and you can see what looks to be thousands of corpses strewn across the ground.

>”these are my gifts to you child, but should you conspire to commit evil acts, I shall take them away and visit naught but destruction upon you.”

>watdo.

rolled 12 = 12

Search the shadow
kick it arse

by that I mean, destrou it utterly with your new power!

>>14983591
Argeed

rolled 40 = 40

Examine corpses and surroundings

You a god ,no you are but a shadow, and I'am the light feel my wrath!

“I AM GOING TO KICK YOUR ASS!” You find yourself screaming. You feel better than you have ever felt in years. Clutching your sword you stab at the shadow, and watch as the iron blade disintegrates before your eyes.

“FOOLISH!” the shadow surges foward, and smashes into your chest. You feel as if all the heat is being drained from you, before you are propelled through the air to impact the floor yards away.

Pushing yourself back to your feet, you clutch your chest and can feel blood sticking to your hand. Oddly enough you dont feel the pain.

Again, the shadow moves forward, but this time you slash at it with your sword. No, not your sword, but a sword of blindingly white light where the blade used to be. Where it impacts, you see shadow burned away like cloth. Laughing you strike again, and again.

“WHAT IS THIS?!?” the voice yells at you. Not sounding so self assured.

You give him an answer, “Judgement.”

“I know you Leashan, and i concede, but you will not have the justice you seek. I leave this broken vessel and this paltry realm to you and yours.”

And with that, the shadow fades away, leaving you in the middle of what looks to be a corpse strewn battlefield. One man still standing, collapses to his knees and looks at you.

>>14983796
Rush to his side this poor man needs aid!

rolled 68 = 68

Aw shit, Where the hell are we now?

This is not the temple grounds, right? And these aren't our dudes from before.

You rush to the mans side. He looks to be emaciated, the shapes of his bones quite clearly visible under his skin. As you crouch beside him, he places a hand on your shoulder and looks you in the eye. “Curse you.” He barely manages to cough out. Choking on the air. “Curse you for making my last sacrifice worthless!” The hand gripping your shoulder slowly turns to ash and you watch in horror as the man ceases to exist, becoming only a pile of ash and dust.

>”This is the fate of those who become possessed by gods. The power that is ours can not be fully supported by a mortal frame” This time the voice of the weeping elf.

Looking around you are amazed as Mhail falls from the sky and lands amongst the corpses.

>watdo

rolled 77 = 77

So what?
Was that guy possessed by that Shadow thing?

And again, where the hell are we? Are we at the temple grounds?

Go to Mhail
see how he is
ask what happenned

>>14983960
[The dead Man was a cleric of Artarion who willing let his god posess him. But Artarion being a dick put more power into the mortal frame than it could handle, turning him to ash.]

Looking around you are amazed as Mhail falls from the sky and lands amongst the corpses.

“Mhail?” You call out upon seeing him fall from the sky. “Mhail!” You rush to his side and he looks up at you grinning.

“I KNEW that would work!” He retorts while pushing himself up. Laughing, he looks around. “Where in the blazes are we boy?”
“I dont know, not the temple I assume.”

“No this is definitley not the temple” he retorts as he looks around.

“How did you get here!?”

“Oh that? I pissed off the demon and he transported me here to let his god kill me. A trifle really.” He looks back to you and grins, “That elven women is crazy though, she brought the trees to life to atack the demon shortly before I made the comment about his parentage.” He unpacks a pipe and lights it. You do not remember him having one. “Well, i guess since no god is trying to kill us, and there are way too many dead people, how about we return home?”

“And just how do you plan on doing that?”

“Boy, Im a Wizard! I can do anything!”

rolled 67 = 67

Well..

alright, lets go back.

Do we still have the power that the lightinging god gave us?

>>14984075
Give Mahail a hug" home sounds nice right about now, also I figured out who the people in my head were it was the gods after all!"

“Well Lets go!” you say as you clap him on the back. Looking to your hands, you see that the brands are still there, but not glowing. The bleeding seems to have stopped as well.

“Allright, stand back!!” Mhail thrusts his hands forward and draws ruins of fire into the air before him. You watch as he does this for several minutes, before he nods with affirmation. “There it is, its been a while since i used this i had almost forgotten how it went.”

The Text of fire flare with a purple glow, and then...

Nothing happens.

“No that was the right one! Why didn’t it work?” He stamps around in frustration and begins to cast the spell again only to be met with the same results. “Something is draining my magic.” He looks sad, “I cant open the gate.”

>>14984173
"can you sense where your it's going?"

rolled 64 = 64

"Maybe it is this place? Should we leave it and try another location?"

Or maybe we are draining him... could that be it?

Giving the dejected looking old man a hug you tell him that the voices in your head are the gods themselves.

This does not cheer him up in the slightest.

“Maybe its this place?”

“Magic is supposed to be universal, permeating through all realms of existence.I dont see why it shouldn't be the same here.”

“Can you sense where you magic is going?” You ask him

He looks at you warily, and then trys to cast a fireball. Saddened by the magic drain, he pears to the east and then points. “I feel it coming from about an hours march that direction.”

One of the voices, you cant tell which, speaks.
>"That direction lies death for your friend here, hehehe. All is not as it would seem."

>Watdo

Tell that voice to fuck off, We go that way that then.

rolled 48 = 48

"We shouldnt go there, if it drains your magic from here, imagine what it would do to you if you get close to the source.
I am afraid it will kill you.

I can go there alone, if you promise to wait here or we can go opposite direction untill that place has no influence on you"

Also, you should start indentifying the voices and recodnizing them

>>14984362
Telling the voice to fuck off, you ask Mhail to lead the way, buy he prefers to follow you.”Its east.” He points, and the two of you begin to walk. You pass corpses of several of the dukes guards. ‘this must be where they are sent when I use the Dark Sphere’ you find yourself thinking.

“What happened to the dark lord artarion, or whatever hes called now?” Mhail asks you. “Was he here when you were transported?”

>>14984436
[I apologize, i did not see your response until after i had typed this one out.]

Tell Mhail what happened

rolled 36 = 36

Aw dang it
I dont want Mhail die because we did not heed the voice!

Tell him that he was merely a mortal possessed by lords power.
you defeated him and the shadow left the mortal to die

Deciding to stick to the facts, you tell the tale of how you, with the god of divine Judgements help, drove back the dark god Artarion from his mortal servant.

"He was merely a mortal possessed by his lords power. When i defeated him, he left the mortal to die."

Laughing, he pats you on the shoulder and says. "So you drove back the dark lord! quite an accomplishment for a mere mortal eh?" Smiling at you he makes the comment "Its not far, I can feel the magic drain pulling at me."

>2d6 perception test! (for those still interested.)
>wat do?

rolled 4, 6 = 10

and I see...

rolled 4, 1 = 5

Stop as if you had a relevation and then do this >>14984436

Turning back to Mhail, you grab his shoulder. “We shouldnt go there if it drains your mag-” You stop, Mhail feels insubstantial under your arm, and he has no shadow.....

The voice laughs at you
>”heheheh i told you not all was as it seems.” this voice seems childlike with glee.

Mhail, or to be more accurate, the demon impersonating Mhail looks at you and grins, his teeth turning to fangs, and punches you in your wounded chest. The pain is intense, and your wound reopens, blood trickling down your torso.

"I had hoped you would not notice untill after I had dragged you to the sacrificial alter, but this is the hand that I am dealt."

He punches you again, and you think he may have broken a rib or two.

>watdo?

rolled 85 = 85

Well dang

pew pew some lightning on him
make a lightning shield or armor for yourself to defend. Charge your sword

Deep-fry his tuchus

You manage to shoot a lightning bolt at him, but his body contorts around it. “Hahahahaha. Is this the power that drove the dark lord from his vassal?” You recognize his voice as he laughs some more.

“Your the demon from the temple!” you manage to shout through clenched teeth.

“How very perceptive of you!” He claps slowly. “Yes, and that elven bitch I spoke of earlier? I ripped her apart and feasted upon her blood. She was so delectable.” He changes his form to mimic that of the elf. “Oh earthmother, please help me! Hah! Pathetic. Your wizard friend gathered the rest of them and ran! I would have destroyed them as well had I not been summoned to deal with you.” Still in form of an elf, the demon materializes a black blade to meet your downward swing. Lightning meets shadow, and the two of you are pushed apart in a shock-wave. “How you managed to best Artarion is beyond me, but i am not bound by a mortal host fool.”

Black blade meets lightning again, and you manage to drive the demon back, cutting a gash along the elf shapes face.

>If you want to, i guess, attack rolls. 1d20 along with describing the action? Sounds better than just blast him with lightning and makes it a little more interactive.

Use the black hole thing, dont hold back either he deserves to die for what he did! if that wont work either call upion the vocie that says it stands for justice will it stand for the murrder of someone who only whished for peace?

rolled 17 = 17

defensive stance, parry, look for opening and exploit it

[just curious how does everyone feel about Artarion's power (black holes)? it's draining and dangerous, as well as connects you to Artarion, but can we use it to fight back? or will we simply be more at the evil one's mercy? i vote never let a resource go to waste, but to proceed with caution, but how do you guys feel?]

It looks like the black holes might transport people here.

rolled 11 = 11

>>14985134
My roll, also I think we should use this only when we have to in this case I think we have too.

>>14985222
>>14985207
>>14985193
I think we should avoid it entirely if we want to stay on Leashan's good side

rolled 10 = 10

[Going to sleep op
thanks for the quest]

You adopt a defensive stance, parrying a thrust of the demons blade with your lightning sword. Pushing it aside, you see an opening and strike out severing one of the elf-demons hands. He cackles and you watch as he reforms the hand in front of you.

“You touch your powers fumbling in ignorance. You know not what the gifts you hold are truly capable of, but fear not! You wont be alive much longer to enjoy them!” His form changes to mimic your own, but appears to be darker. His armour is finely made of a dark black obsidian, in comparison to the dark Orange of that of the dukes guards. His eyes are compltely black and he giggles. “This is how you could be if only you followed lord Artarion!”

Your blades meet once again, but this time your course is clear. “I bring you a gift, demon”

“Oh, is it your own heart on a platter?”

“It is Justice, and I give it freely!” He black blade shatters under your onslaught and cuts through to the arm beneath. This time it doesn't grow back.

"Your gift is paltry, I would much rather have your blood instead!" The demon laughs as, with effort you realize, he forms another sword in his remaining hand. This one apears to be made of black steel, and not shadow, and much sharper.

>wat do

>>14985292
[have a good one. Happy to entertain.]

i say a nice o' ball o' lightning surrounding the demon. have it constrict until it fries his ass.

rolled 18 = 18

embrace the power of leashan, feign low, stab high

>>14985337
Justice is complete

You embrace the desire for justice, and you can feel leashan’s approval. Feigning low, the demon moves to block your thrust. But to his suprise, you alter your swing higher.

The white bar of light that is your sword slides through the demons throat with contemptuous ease. He looks at you with shock before doing his best to laugh. It sounds more of a gurgle. Veins of white light extend from the wound in the demons neck, to cover the rest of his body. He stabs at you in desperation but you push it aside with your own. His death scream is barely audible and you watch in smug satisfaction as he crumples inwards.

Where the demon stood, you can see what looks like an open window before you, peering through you can see the ruins of the temple.
The window starts to shrink.

>watdo

[I have to say that I am surprised at the direction this tale has taken, I was so sure we would be following an evil route in the first thread. Im learning to think more on my feet so to speak.]

>>14985337
>>14985193

rollin' like a boss

>>14985445
Run like we just escaped the dukes prison aagin and get though that window!!!!

rolled 18 = 18

Dice gods be with us!

slip through window and see if we can find the others

>>14985462
[I see what you mean.
I think we were just angry and scared making us vicious, but now that we have encountered success we are more confident in our abilities and have found others to protect and a cause beyond survival and revenge for others as opposed to just ourself. Or maybe it's just different people and I'm reading way to much into it.]

The window starts to shrink.

With a deep breath you jump through the rapidly closing window, and land face first on the hard masonry of the temple floor. You can feel your ribs flare from the pain, and groan. rolling on to your back, you let out an exultant cry. You've escaped from that hell!

Your cry of exultation is cut off however, as you can see the elfs pained face impaled upon a sharp piece of iron. Her eyes open indicating her last moments to be one of intense suffering. The rest of her, seem to be strewn about the place. Pushing yourself up, you look for your friends, you can see John still collapsed against one of the pillars. The rest are no where to be seen.

No, you can see something. Its the multicolored bear that followed the elf and companions. He seems to be sitting on his hind legs, in mourning.

You weren't aware that bears could cry.

>>14985462
Things seemed to start off headed straight for Chaotic Evil but then we became responsible for the freedom of the other prisoners.

rolled 8 = 8

>>14985574
I think your on to somthing there

Go over to John see if he still lives, then go the bear and give a hug and tell him were sorry but failed, but tell him justice was done!

>>14985596
Check on John first

[It definitely was a pleasant surprise to be sure, and even now its not set in stone. What happens to James is completely up to you guys.]

Running over to Johns side you inspect him for damage. Thankfully you can feel a pulse. You are unable to move him however, your own injuries protesting against the weight. Vowing to return, you look towards the bear. He stares at you, with his head cocked to one side, before ponderously walking over to you on his four legs.

When he reaches you and John, you give him a heartfelt hug. He looks at you solemnly as you tell him that you slew the demon responsible for the elfs death.

He licks you, and then nudges at John.

>>14985696
Is anyone else around or was the demon not lying when it said that Mhail took everyone and ran?

"Can you help me move him? We need to get him to Madral, and I'm not exactly feeling my best. You don't happen to know where they went do you?"

Looking around the ruined temple, and the forest outside of it, you do not see anyone else.

The bear starts licking Johns face like a dog, eliciting a groan from the young man.

looking down at John, he seems to be smiling. No doubt he is probably having a dream of kissing fair maidens.

"We need to get to Madral sir bear, the one without eyes. Do you know where he went?"

The bear looks at you quizzically, his head tilted to one side, and then nods the affirmative. Truly a smart bear.

>Wat do

>>14985775
"Can you help me take him there?" Lift John as gently as possible. Also, ask the voices in our head if any of them can help heal him.

>>14985800
The bear looks at you for a long moment, before laying down next to John.

You manage to drag him over the back of the bear, though with much pain.The bear stands back up, now carrying John, and looks to you.

Looking inwards, you ask the voices if they know of a way to heal yourself or John.

>"Why heal him? Everyone dies eventually, might as well be now!!!!" This voice sounds like a madman. You recognize it as the same madman who continually laughs at you.
>"I could lend you my power child, but in doing so you will lose your sight forever." This voice sounds grandfatherly and you assume it to be Degarth.
>"If he dies, know that his soul will join my side." This voice sounds feminine, you have never heard this one before.

>watdo.

Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can't see where it keeps its brain. Go after Madral, he is our best bet.

>>14985884
Really against letting this guy die. The White Knight in me says Degarth but I know that's a bad idea. "We had better hurry to Madral sir bear. John doesn't look too good." Follow the bear. Keep our eyes on John to make sure he doesn't fall or anything.

>>14985884
Thank guys but those options suck I think I will take my chances with my friends instead, lead on bear we must find our compions!

Looking to the bear, you ask him to lead the way. He agrees by ponderously making his way out of the temple and into the forest, try as you might you can not make the bear understand the concept of 'Go faster'

and hour or so later, the three of you come to a small camp set up near a large lake. A rousing cheer goes up as your companions recognize you.

Mhail, the real one you are happy to note, rushes forward dragging along a shaken Madral who immediately gos to check on John.

"What happened?" Mhail blurts out at you. "The poor elf tried to, It was just awful. We ran for it, I though you to be dead!"

Looking around, you see that the group is more or less intact. A flickering fire can be seen in the distance, not purple, where a few people huddle around it. Most of the men look Demoralized.

Madrals sockets are alight with green fire as he goes about healing John.

>wat do

Tell the people that by the Justice of Leashan the demon that dwelt in the temple is no more.
(it was definitely Leashan's power, and it seems... arrogant to claim it as our own)

Ask Mhail if Madral is ok (wasn't his eye-fire blue before?)

“The demon lies dead in the foul realm he came from! By the Judgement of Leashan it is so!” Several of your companions raise their weaponry with shouts of “Huzzah”

“The temple is clean from the evil that plagued it!”
Even more cheers respond to this.

Looking back to Madral, you place a hand on his shoulder. “Is everything ok?”

He looks at you noticeably weaker. “Degarth does not answer my plea for healing. I can not feel him any more, but my oath still
binds me. I will heal those in need of it till i die. The power you see before you is my life essence.” His face looks fore lorn.

People, I have killed the moster, it took me to hell and before its master but thanks to the Justice of Leashan it is no more, but it's death has come at a coast, one which we shall mourn later, but for now let us rest and perpare to move into our new home in the moring.

In head: WTF Degarth!? You talk to me but not him, now you cut him off?

While taking to vocies Degarth, why do you not heal thourgh this man anymore?

Perhaps Dergan cannot, rather than will not, help him. The gods are powerful, but they may face their own limitations and foes.

>>14986291
Reguardless we should ask what up anyway

>>14986305
Agreed. If the gods are in trouble, we should at least try to find out about it given that they're all running around in our head.

Focusing your thoughts inwards you verbally assault the voice you have come to recognize as Degarth. Many of the others speak in his defense but you ignore them.

With deep remorse degarth responds “Two things prevent me from reaching out to my child before you. Firstly, he has lost faith. I fear that something broke within him when he witnessed the child of Venechale ripped apart so, I reach for him, but he does not see it. Secondly I seem to be bound to you and can not make myself physically known in this mortal realm anymore to restore his faith.” The voices are quiet now, “I mourn his loss of faith dearly, he was always devout.”

>You can hear the weeping elven woman continue at this remark, her grief apparent, but she ignores your attempt at communication.

You look back to Madral, he is looking worse by the second as the toll his magic takes become dreadfully obvious. Using his life essence to heal, is killing him.

>watdo

[Bah, it looks so much larger in Google documents, but when i paste it 4chan makes it look as if i have barely written anything.]

Grab Madral's shoulder lightly, and tell him "You are a good man."

>>14986424
[started this post before your post came up, maybe disregard?]

>>14986424
This still works me thinks, also tell him what happed was't his fault and in end all we have is our faith even if the gods don't talk to us anymore, we must bevlive in them or all is indeed lost.

Well shit.
We need to try and help Madral, if only to keep him alive. Even if we can't restore his faith immediately, if we keep him around, maybe we can eventually.
Mostly, don't let him kill himself off.

Also, I have no idea how to do this sort of thing, so gonna need some help guys.

I would like to get Madral to re-open his heart to Dergath, but I fear that will require him seeing something truly good and hopeful, and we're in a pretty rough position.
First things first, get him to stop killing himself actively. If he's healing someone who will surely die without help, that is one thing. But killing himself to heal injuries that time and rest will take care of is not good at all.

>>14986484
Then let us start by rebulding the temable and having him help us do it.

Maybe take him by the shoulder gently and say "Madral, killing yourself will not help these people more. You are a good man, and the terrors of this world should not be on your shoulders alone. It is alright to grieve."

Idea, going off of the rebuild the temple thought: we organize a funeral for those killed by the demon. At the end of that we then announce our intention to see the temple rebuilt, with a special area dedicated to the innocents who died. We will not let this demon's evil go unanswered, but we shall answer it with a dedication to that which it abhors; goodness.

Looking to madral you carefully remove his hands from John. He turns to you and meekly responds, “This man needs my help! Even if Degarth has abandoned me, I will not abandon my sacred charges!” He trys to fight your grip but is to weak to do so and the magical energies fade away.

“Degarth has not forsaken you, he calls to you still but you do not hear it.” You look at him intently for a few seconds. “You are a good man Madral,”

“How do you know this? How do you speak for a god when his own cleric is lost without the light?” He retorts bitterly.”Your words are hollow, and fall on empty ears. Release me that I may finish my sacred duty to heal those in need!”

“This man will heal in time, at the least see that. You need not kill yourself for a shallow wound.” By this time you appear to have drawn a crowd. Letting go of the mans arm, he seems to stare at the dirt, before turning away and walking towards the lakeside.

You go to follow but Mhail stops you.”He needs time to think.”

One of the hippies comes and crys alongside the bear.

>watdo

[sorry for the slow post guys]

I think that my prior post still holds as a starting place.
>>14986607

We don't want to rush it, but we want to get people active and doing something, anything that will distract them and help them get through their grief.
Perhaps we won't be able to do anything tonight, but I think nearly everyone in the camp probably needs rest. Organize a watch / perimeter lookout, and scout out some slightly more defensible places within the immediate area, if we need a place to retreat to in a hurry.
[tonight in-game by the way, not tonight IRL!]

>>14986718
This couse of action sounds best, seconded

Looking to the people before you, seeing their downtrodden faces, you come up with a plan. “I request Volunteers to brave their fear and return to the temple to gather the bodies for proper burial. Fear not though, the temple has been purged of Demonic taint!”

after a brief hesitation four men and one woman step forward and make their way to the temple, the bear trotting along with them.

“We also need people to forage for food!” looking around you watch as some of the people get to work. One even making a crude fishing pole and heading towards the lake. “For the rest of us, we will organize the camp, and prepare for the funeral services.” Having something to do causes the next few hours to pass uneventfully. The volunteers return to camp quietly and you direct them to the graves already dug. The hippie woman reverently places a large cloth bag inside, while another of the men approaches carrying the body of one of the convicts that broke out of the dukes cell with you what seems like ages ago. He places the body in the second grave, and the rest of the crowd approach to listen to your words, including Madral.

They cheer at your announcement of the rebuilding of the temple in honor of the fallen. The demons evil shall not go unanswered, but instead be metwith a dedication to that which it abhors; goodness.

After the graves are buried, the rest of you get some sleep. The hippies dance the night away in remembrance.


You awaken to the smell of bacon.

Unfortunately I believe I am going to have to call it a night guys.

Hopefully I managed to entertain you?
Any questions or suggestions on how to do better in the future?

>>You awaken to the smell of bacon.

Truly, the gods have smiled upon us.

More seriously though, how are we feeling? We've done a lot of fighting and supernatural antics recently. Take a minute for a quick self examination.

>>14986905
Honestly, I think things went pretty well!
The story pacing slowed down a bit towards the end, but that's very much influenced by our wrangling over what to do and what we wanted to plan rather than the quicker decisions battles call for.

We are working towards goals, and meeting complications, as well as some scary implications (the gods being unable to speak to the world after being bound to us). I think you're doing well Mr. DM.
Thanks for the quest!

>>14986905
Doing an excellent job with the quest OP

>>14986905
Night Qust guy
when the next one going be

As far tomorrow, I work late on Fridays, and so I would probably Starting up at this time, instead of ending.

>>14986953
I am glad you enjoyed it !

>>14986970
>>14986971

I am glad that you both enjoyed it. As for when the next one is, If you want, I can try and start up at this time tomorrow.

I may be slow with the responses at that time though.

Does anyone know how to archive? I believe someone told me how, but I honestly can not remember.

>>14987030
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/requestinterface.html
Enter thread number in the box, add title of quest, add description&tags

>>14987049
Thank you! I will do so at once.

>http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/14982301/

I bid ye goodnight.

>>14987092
Sleep well