"My name is Vanessa Alexgarde,
And I am dead.

I lived in the small town of Green Meadows in the shadow of Mount Solise with my Uncle
Ben, who is serving the military abroad, and my faithful dog, Lord Barkington.

My friends, Dave and Stephanie, worked with me to protect the village as upcoming members of the village
guards...
At least, that was what we were supposed to do...
We failed.

We had no idea Lord Rathorn's visit wasn't going to be the wonderful occasion everyone thought it was going
to be... We were helping the town prepare for a big festival where everyone would come out to celebrate the
newly arrived Lord of Formortua...
Everyone in the village was preparing...
Miss Potts...
Mayor Fredericks...
The shopkeepers...
.....
Mr. Drum.

We were wrong.

Lord Rathorn turned out to be a monster in disguise...
A wolf in sheep's clothing...
He brought devastation to our village...
Death.
Him and his army of monstrous shadow beasts in soldier's clothing... They surprised us and reaped devastation...
Destroyed our homes...
Killed the villagers.
While we watched helpless and stunned by fright.

Stephanie and Dave...
I-I ordered them to take the villagers... To get as many as they could to safety....

Mr. Drum tried to fight them off himself... To protect our village... But there were too many...
He was losing.

I went back for Mr. Drum... To try and help him... To try and save him.
I couldn't see him die.
Promising my dear friend that I would come back to her, I ran into battle to rescue him.

Amazingly, I got to him...
And a lucky shot into Lord Rathorn eye gave us the time to flee back to the others...
At least, that is what I thought...

But we were attacked...
My shoulder was pierced...
Screaming.
Fear.
And I blacked out.

My name is Vanessa Alexgarde...
And I am...

Wait...

Am I?

If I am...
Then how am I thinking this?"

Your eyes snap open… only to be greeted by your nightmares.

Your body moves like lightning as you bolt up from the crushed velvet carpeting of the corridor, your eyes looking around and up in terror…

Waiting for the dark voice to come… The dark voice whispering into your ear as it tries to find you…

Followed by the eye.

Your shoulder burns and you almost fall back down into the hallway rug… but you manage to catch yourself…. Fear grips you…

As you wait for the voice to come.

But it doesn’t.

Slowly, you stand back up…
Looking down the dark corridors of your dreams…
The silence of the unfocused and unseen pictures watching you patiently.
“What’s… What’s happening?”

<<Hmm… That’s a little hard to explain at the moment, my dear... Maybe I can answer that next time after you have learned a little more.>> The voice echoes through your head, but unlike the evil voice you were concerned about, this one is quiet… Gentle. Sagely.

“Who said that!” your eyes dart around the dark corridor of your dreams… You neck craning up to look into the shadows of the roof.

<<I did.>> The mysterious voice speaks in a matter-of-fact tone, even though your search has yielded no results.

“Where are you!? Show yourself!”

<<Ahem.>> You feel a soft tugging at the bottom of your leg.

Looking down, you come eye to eye with what appears to be a rather plump bluebird… Wearing a cloak…. With glowing yellow eyes.
“Oh.”

You honestly can’t think of anything else to say…. It’s a pretty weird bird.

<<Well… my SINCEREST apologizes that you find my form to be ‘weird’. I should have known to ask a 17 year old girl what she thought was ‘in’ before projecting taking the trouble to project myself into this planescape.>> The bird seems to ruffle his features… his mental echo dripping with sarcasm.

“Oh no… I didn’t mean…”
“Wait. You can read my mind?”

<<Hmph. Well, yes and no…>> the bird looks back up at you and cocks his head to one side. <<To put it more accurately, I simply just know everything. It’s no more surprising to me to know your thoughts than if someone who already read a book he’s handed to you guesses the next few sentences you will be reading… Do you understand?>>

“I… I guess so.” You mutter.

<<Don’t think too much on it...>> The bird hops away from you a bit before turning back around. <<Your next question on the other hand, is the reason why I am here, hmm?>>

You didn’t have to hear the bird’s mental voice to prepare the question that was forming in your head. The question that was building ever since you remembered what happened in your village. It doesn’t make it any harder to ask it though.

“Am…. Am I dead?”

<<Ha!>> The bird throws back its head to further the impression of a laugh. <<It’s always so white and black with you, isn’t it? Yes or no… Dead or not dead… Evil and good… No sense of the finer sensibilities or considerations at all.>>

“What?”

<<Nothing important.>> You hear a mental sigh as the bird turns back to face you. <<However, in the way you understand things… No. You are not dead, dear girl.>>

“Then this is a dream…?”

<<Again, in your black and white connotations… No. You are not dreaming either.>>

“But this corridor… It’s the same as the one I’ve dreamt about since I was a young girl….”

<<Oh really now? Exactly the same….?>> the bird seems to hide a smile in its ancient beak as it lifts a wing to a spot on the wall you hadn’t noticed before.

Here, the pictures are not hazy outlines… As you move towards the wall, you can clearly see the picture of your beloved Lord Barkington, frozen in time looking up at you with a plate of buttered bread held in his teeth.

Nearby, a picture of Dave and LB hangs gently against the muted backdrop of the wallpaper… Almost as if frozen in time, the both of them relaxing idyllically by the tree before you and Steph found them at… The sunlight playing through the leaves and off his glasses…

Above it… There is Steph. Her eyes focused in fierce determination as your hand reaches out to take hers across the table in the bar….

Even though it is hazier than the others, Uncle Ben has a picture… A younger version of you sitting on his scarred and rough knee as he tells you of the mystical ruins that are hidden under Mount Solise…

And Mr. Vincent… The merchant you helped set the stall up for, is here on the wall as well… His plump backside leaning against his gigantic bag as he twirls his handlebar mustache and talks with you on the ground, hammering the nails in to make his stall…

That sad Nameless soldier is here too… Gently bowing his head to you as he excuses himself from the bar.

Even…
Your vision becomes slightly hazy as you look at the next picture… Watching yourself laugh at Stephanie’s face as Mr. Drum flexes his muscle in front of the cheering bar crowd.

<<There are other pictures too, Vanessa…>> The bird’s sudden mental voice makes you turn your head to look at the other wall…

At Lord Rathorn getting out of his carriage.

At the mysterious black leather clad woman that smiled sadistically as the villagers were about to be slaughtered.

The Shadow Beasts that attacked…

Your tearful goodbye with Steph…

Mr. Drum’s valiant last stand against them…

You turn your head away as you can’t stand to see any more…

“What is this place.” You whisper softer to the bird that stands in the middle of the crushed velvet corridor.

<<Ah. I told you… that will have to wait for next time, dear Vanessa… After all… You will be leaving shortly.>>

“What do you mean?”

The bird, a knowing glow in his yellow eyes, opens his beak…

And a young child’s voice comes out.

“Mother Superior! I think she might be coming too!”

“Wait… What’s happening?”

The child’s voice, seemingly ignoring you, continues to come out of the bird’s mouth as softly as the mysterious guide’s eyes twinkle knowingly. Behind you, you hear the buildup of a slow rushing sound.

“It’s looks like she is having trouble though…”

Suspicious, you feel the need to turn around…

“Wait! I know how to help her!”

And you see a wall of water rushing towards you in the small corridor.

“Here! This will help!”

“Oh shi-“

The cold water hits you and you let out a sharp gasp, you rocket bolt upright as you splutter some access water from your mouth, your eyes wide open and looking at…

An infirmary?

“Yay! I did it!”

You turn to look down at what appears to be AN ANDROGYNOUS CLERIC KID beaming up at you. In his hands s/he holds an empty pail.

“I just knew it would work! You’re up! You’re up! Yay!”

((Baaaah. Sorry for the length...
Figured I can get away with it since it is the official start of Chapter 2.
Board is OPEN.))

rolled 5 = 5

>>16286930
What happened to Mr.Drum? Is he alright? Where's Steph and Dave?

What about Lord Barkington!

Ignoring the boy… err… girl… err.. KID, your eyes glance around… hoping to see someone familiar…

Stephanie…

Dave…

LB…

Mr. Drum…

No one.

Instead, what you find yourself in is what seems to be a church’s infirmary… High stained glass adorns the ceiling of numerous beds as nuns and priests rush to and fro to attend the wounded.
You note that there seems to be an awful lot of people here….

“Ummm….” You hear the young child’s voice anxiously asking you from the side. “Are you alright Miss? What’s your name? Mine’s Kody!” the young it seems to beam with angelic radiance up at you.

rolled 5 = 5

>>16287024
Introduce ourselves and ask what happened to my village

(I hope some other broquest bros find this thread...)

rolled 17 = 17

Bump for broquest

“My name is…” you shake a little bit of left over cold water out of your face as you start again to address the child. “My name is Vanessa… I’m from the village of Green Meadows… I-I don’t remember what has happened to me... Please. What is going on??”
As you speak, you notice the young cleric’s beaming face begin to descend.
“Oh no… You are from Green Meadows?” the sudden overcast of darkness on his features stirs a knot in your stomach…
“That-that explains a lot actually, Miss…” You can see his eyes blinking gently, tears seemingly building up in the corner of them. “It-it truly is a miracle you are alive…”

>>16287039

(I know I'm a lot later with my usual time for the other two BroQuest Quests... But if its slow tonight I might just repost this again at another, more regular, time for me.
I really just wanted to get the big intro to Chapter 2 done.

Also: Thanks for the loyal following, BroQuester Anon!

rolled 1 = 1

>>16287092
Press him on what happened. Did a man named Mr.Drum survive?

rolled 15 = 15

>>16287092
Ask the kid to tell you everything. Might as well get it over with...

I like RP.

rolled 14 = 14

>>16287134
I REALLY wish /tg/ had spoilers

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>>16287119
Sounds like bad news...better get it over with.

>>16287134
Wow. We'll he's on my party

>>16287134
...what the fuck.
ok, where's the others?

rolled 15 = 15

>>16287166
...Check paheal

“What do you mean…?”

You ask… The tension rising in your voice as the knot grows in your stomach. The child’s tearful look only worsens it.

“What happened to my village!?”

The boy/girl takes a deep breath… His/her voice low and quiet…

“Rumor has it that monster’s followed Lord Rathorn’s carriage into the village… The entire village and Lord Rathorn were obliterated in the surprise monster attack…”

S/he sniffles before s/he looks back up at you.
“No one survived.”

As weight of the child’s words plummet down into your stomach, your mind begins to reel.

“What-What about Mr. Drum?”

“W-Who?” the it cracks out… Eyes concerned at your condition…
“Mr. Drum! My friend! The man who saved me!” you scream… the eyes of the other patients turning to look at you.

The child’s face blanches, as s/he whispers in horrified tones… “Oh no… You must mean the man in the garden…” As soon as the words escape his lips… S/he puts her/his hands up to them in an effort to keep them back.

rolled 20 = 20

>>16287206
Man in the garden?

Lets go see the man in the garden then

rolled 16 = 16

>>16287222
>20
Welp, guess that's settled. Let's get out to the garden. Crawl if we have to.

>>16287182
...uh...no thanks.

Throwing back the covers to your bed, you bolt out of it with speed that knocks Kody down.

“No! You shouldn’t! Miss! Stop!!”

He yells after you feebly, but you don’t stop to hear. Your feet move with speed belying there weariness… Running… Faster… The other patients sitting up in their beds to watch the commotion you make as you head towards the door…

“Mr. Drum…” you pant… Your voice heavy with exertion as you finally reach the double doors to the infirmary and pull them open….

You stop dead… Your breath taken away by the image in front of you…

Just past the gates of the Courtyard…. A few steps from the infirmary… Kneels Mr. Drum.

Scarred… Battered… Bruised barely beyond recognition... Missing an arm… The giant rests on his knees… His body protectively overshadowing the cradle of his empty arm.

Frozen. Dead.

“Our clerics say that he died the moment he fell here at the infirmary gates… He wouldn’t talk to anybody when he came out of the river that runs by our Church, he just kept moving until he was here.” Kody, pulling up behind you, whispers in a hushed voice that is filled with the emotions you can’t express… “They said it was a miracle he even made it that far….”

As you fall to your knees in the shadow of the fallen giant, stunned, Kody puts a hand on your shoulder.

“Word had it he only said one thing when we went to retrieve your body from his arms…

It was ‘Save her.’”

>>16287342

(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZpaxpIPsJ8A&list=FL9A7RSIWJWsECG0FxHNilZw&index=1)

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>>16287342
The bastards will pay for what they've done!

We need to give Mr. Drum a burial, and try to find out if anyone else escaped. The reports say everyone else is dead, but reports can be...unreliable.

When you finally find yourself able to move, your fist clenches together in anger.
You swear Lord Rathorn will pay for what he has done.
You feel a hand settling on your shoulder as you turn to look up into an older woman’s kindly face. “Miss…” she speaks in a grandmotherly tone, her frail hand squeezing your shoulder encouragingly, “Right now, there is nothing more we can do for your friend. When our templars get back from their mission we will move him out of the garden and give him a hero’s burial, I assure.” Kody stands quietly behind her white robes, biting the edge of his collar trying not to cry. “In the meanwhile… You need to come in and rest, my child… It is what he would have wanted, no?”

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>>16287615
Slowly let out a breath and unclench fist. Then follow the clerics back inside, with one last look towards Mr. Drum.

Gotta get full HP back before leaving.

Letting out a slow and measured breath, you pull yourself back onto your feet.

As the sadness crushes you, you can feel just how truly tired you are.

“Yeah. You’re right.”

As the clerics lead you inside, you look over your shoulder one last time at Mr. Drum’s body…

And in the slowly disappearing summer sun, you can see that beneath the blood and scars across his face… A gentle, fatherly smile lingers frozen on his cold lips.

The doors close as the older cleric and Kody escort you inside. Wearily, you follow them in silence. Now sadly caught up with what has happened, you take a moment to examine the other patients in the beds.

All of them vary in races, gender, and ages… Many look tired and hurt, with cut marks across numerous portions of their bodies. All of them watch you back in silence… Probably due to the outburst you just had.
…..
All except one patient who seems to be trying to avoid your stares.

Slowly, as your attention focuses on the individual pulling close the curtain as you approach, you catch the glint of something metallic just behind it the white cloth.

Letting out a slow and measured breath, you pull yourself back onto your feet.

As the sadness crushes you, you can feel just how truly tired you are.

“Yeah. You’re right.”

As the clerics lead you inside, you look over your shoulder one last time at Mr. Drum’s body…

And in the slowly disappearing summer sun, you can see that beneath the blood and scars across his face… A gentle, fatherly smile lingers frozen on his cold lips.

The doors close as the older cleric and Kody escort you inside. Wearily, you follow them in silence. Now sadly caught up with what has happened, you take a moment to examine the other patients in the beds.

All of them vary in races, gender, and ages… Many look tired and hurt, with cut marks across numerous portions of their bodies. All of them watch you back in silence… Probably due to the outburst you just had.
…..
All except one patient who seems to be trying to avoid your stares.

Slowly, as your attention focuses on the individual pulling close the curtain as you approach, you catch the glint of something metallic just behind the white cloth.

>>16287784

(Bah. Double post due to 4chan hiccup.)

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>>16287784
Go to our bed and lie down, but keep that one patient in mind. See if they come out after an hour or two.
Start up a conversation with the other patients, ask them where they're from. Maybe we can bait the shy/suspicious person to come out.

rolled 11 = 11

>>16287781
Examine the metallic one further.

Is that some Nameless rank and file soldier?

rolled 5 = 5

confront the gleaming metal, with words and/or fists

Slowly, you make your way back to your bed, your eye keeping track of the shy/suspicious patient that has pulled his curtain closed.

“There, my child. You need rest.” The elderly cleric moves to pull the curtains closed.

“Umm… Actually, Mother… If it is quite alright, I’d like to keep them open and get more use to my surroundings.

“Of course, dear.” She nods her head in an understanding way. “If you need anything from us, please don’t hesitate to ask. I’m sure Kody here would be happy to help you if need be…”

“Uh huh.” Kody nods as s/he helps you into bed.
The elderly woman smiles softly. “Kody has really taken a shine to you since you showed up, you know… The young child would sit by your bedside to see if you were getting better… It’s not surprising with interest in the outside world…”

“Mother Superior… “ Kody whines softly, his/her face flushing ever so slightly from the embarrassment.

The older woman gives an elderly chuckle. “Of course. I shall let you be… I have other patients I need to attend to, after all….”

“Out of curiosity though, Mother….” You stop her as you pull yourself back into bed, “Who is in that bed over there in the corner with the curtains closed?”

“Hmm?” The Mother follows your gaze to the suspicious curtains…

“Oh. He came on the same day you arrived my dear… He hasn’t said much this entire time. Never even gave his name.”

rolled 11 = 11

>>16287984
“Mother Superior what dose he look like? “ you say with obvious impatience and a mix of urgency.

rolled 1 = 1

>>16287984
>He hasn’t said much this entire time. Never even gave his name
Nameless Rank-and-File Soldier?
Let's wait a bit, then go over to him. We have the excuse of asking if he was at Green Meadows.

“Um… Mother…” You ask right before the elderly cleric leaves… a nagging feeling in the back of your mind and seeping into your voice.

“What does he look like?”

“I don’t really know…” she remarks genially, either oblivious to the growing tension in your voice or writing it off as nerves. “He says he doesn’t wish to take off his helmet for any reason.”

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>>16288066
BAM! right there and now you jump of you're bed doing a front flip using you're (if unknown to you) magic to land with a wobble but on you're feet, after which you run to him...(the rest is up to op it's not my job :D also a good excuse to finaly use our magic)

rolled 5 = 5

>>16288066
Call over to him.
"Hey! Weren't you at Mr. Drum's bar?"

As you stretch back out on your bed, contemplating listening to your hunch by doing a magical back flip out of your sick bed and dashing over with amazing speed and renewed vigor to question the growing suspicious patient…

You sigh softly.

If only you could… I mean… You’ve heard stories of great and powerful wizards, sure, but you know better than to think of yourself as one… Uncle Ben admitted freely to you that he has absolute no truck with magic and prefers to answer things with the business end of a sword…

But maybe…
If you concentrate hard enough…
It would be like those fantasy stories…
Where a child is told by their giant guardian (you choke up briefly thinking of the late Mr. Drum) they are a wizard and whisked away into the big city…
I mean…
You’ve had strange things happen to you today, right?
Slowly, you close your eyes…
Concentrating…
Focusing….
Closer….
Nearer….

“A-are you okay, Miss?” Kody suddenly cuts in, shattering your concentration…. S/he is sitting in the same stool where you first saw him, her eyes looking up at you with concern.
…..
Maybe you can go about this a different way?

“Um… Kody… I know this is a strange thing to ask… But can you do me a favor?”
Kody seems to light up, a bright angelic smile on her face. “Of course Miss… What do you need?”
“Well… You know that patient I was talking to the Mother about? Could you go and ask him if he was at the Green Meadow’s bar…?”
Kody’s brow furrows, but s/he nods. “Okay.”

In a few moments, s/he’s back… A confused look on his face… “He says to tell you he’s never heard of the Twice-Mended Drum….
……
What’s a Twice-Mended Drum, Miss?”

rolled 15 = 15

>>16288285
nimeless must have low int, go fuck his shit up... verbally. but in the end sincerely thank him for his help, try rubbing his ego abit he has self esteem issue if i remember correctly

rolled 15 = 15

>>16288338
15 again lets see if i get it three times in a row

>>16288357

rolled 1 = 1

I don't think anyone needs to get yelled at here or now, but do confront him

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>>16288285
We need to talk to him. He knew something was about to happen, and we need answers.

In the back of your mind, you can mentally picture Stephanie pinching the bridge of her nose when you hear that the trick worked.
….
You push your worried thoughts about your friends out of your head. You are certain that they are safe. After all, reports can be wrong…..
…..
Right?

Throwing back the covers and getting out of bed, a shocked Kodi tries to stop you. “No! You shouldn’t be back out of bed! Mother Superior wanted you to rest…”

You feel bad for pushing past the cute child and not listening to him, but you assure yourself you have more important things to worry about…

Like a certain nameless someone.

Marching over to the bed in question and throwing open the curtain, a familiar battered helmet looks up at you.
“Yeah… The kid didn’t mention the name of the pub when he talked to me… Did he?” The NAMELESS RANK-AND-FILE SOLDIER sighs resignedly into his bed, giving up all attempt to hide himself under his covers. “At least it’s good to see you heeded my previous advice to you…”

Pausing for a moment… He looks away from your eyes and towards the tattered remains of his soldier’s uniform… The uniform you now have come to recognize as belonging to a Formortua soldier.

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

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>>16287342
>Killing off Mr Drum

I don't feel like playing anymore.

>>16288494

(I know... I was sad too when I reach the conclusion the story was evolving that way...
Confidentially?
Reason I brought back Nameless Rank and File Soldier was to cheer me up...
But its sad to see Mr. Drum go....
OR IS IT?
.....
Nah, he's dead...
OR IS HE?)

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>>16288531
Stop that.

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>>16288477
Grit teeth, don't let anger get the better of us.
"You...you're tabard is Formutuan. You weren't there when Rathorn...he...turned those soldiers into shadow beasts. What do you know about him, why he did what he did?"

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>>16288477
"Take that helmet off. You don't get to hide after this. I want to know the face of the man who did nothing while... While that happened. You think telling me to run was a good deed? You couldn't have tried to warn more people, do something?"

Vent at this dude. Vent with the rage of someone who just lost everyone and needs to lash out at someone. Later you can talk it out, but for now just let everything out in the open, so that it doesn't come out at a less convenient time.

rolled 16 = 16

>>16288531
Well, I guess you've done your job really well when you manage to hook me within the first thread. And manage to make me never want to participate again two threads later.

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>>16288477
threaten to punch him in the dick if he doesn't talk if he dose talk give him a hug as thanks

“Take off your helmet.” You voice is measured. Sharp and cold like a knife, but only covering up a bubbling pit of rage beneath.

The nameless soldier looks up at you, a worried expression crossing his eyes shadowed by his helmet. “Miss... I understand what you must be going through and-“

“Take your helmet off.” Your hand clenches… Shaking… Your nails digging into the soft flesh of your bruised and battered skin.

“No, Miss… Please… You don't understand… Let me explain… I can’t…”

You grit your teeth… The words of the nameless soldier fading into the background… He’s Formortuan… He knew something was going to happen! Why didn’t he warn anyone? Why didn’t he stop them? It’s his fault… His fault that they are all dead…

YES… ANGER IS GOOD.

All his fault the villagers are dead…
Dave.
Stephanie.
LB.
Mr. Drum.

YESSSSSS.

Kody passes through the curtains of the Nameless soldier’s bed… Her eyes looking timidly at the both of you.
“Please, Miss… He’s hurt like yourself… If you could just go back to bed…”

“I SAID TAKE YOUR FUCKING DAMN HELMET OFF!!!”

Your hand moves suddenly, the two others shocked by your outburst. Reaching out for the bastard’s helmet… Pulling it off before the nameless soldier has time to react… Time to stop you. As your other hand pulls back getting ready to slap him, you freeze.

And a familiar eye looks back at you.
HA HA HA HA HA HA.

Stunned, you watch below you as the black, shadowy tendrils wriggle freely around the evil eye embedded below the man’s short orange hairline turns to look at you.

GIRL… I KNOW WHO YOU-
“SHUT UP!!!!!!!”

The orange haired man scream stops the voice dead in its tracks as he snatches his helmet back from your limp hands and jams it roughly on his head…

A stunned silence follows the three of you as a few of the nuns pull back the covers.
“Is-is everything alright here?” their concerned and fearful eyes look from Kody who is petrified, to you, and then to the man.

“Y-Yes… The man says weakly, regaining himself first. His panting breath hard against the confines of his helmet. “It-its fine.”

He looks up at you… deep sorrow and pleading hidden behind the confines of his helmet…

“I have everything under control… I do… I-I was just going to tell this woman what she needs to know.”

The nuns look to you for your reaction.

>>16288700

(Apologies... I guess I took my lame joke too far..
A side effect of having to right all this heavy plot stuff.
Because I feel bad about potentially losing people interested in the story, and you have been reading my threads, I will let everyone here in on a secret.
There's a couple of ways of possibly bringing back Mr. Drum I'm playing around with at the moment if reader demand is high enough.
Just looking at the line up of characters that you will eventually bump into should give you a few ideas of what this might entail.
I'm not going to say any more than that though...
I guess that's what I really meant by my lame joke earlier.)

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>>16288865
"Yeah, it's fine."
Wave away the nuns.
"Now. You. Answers." directed toward Nameless.

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>>16288865

Try your best to say very normally that yes, everything's fine. Dismiss the nuns politely.

A bit after they leave, ask the NR&FS about his 'evil eye'. And about Lord Rathorn's attack and the shadows, etc.

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>>16288865
"Yes, sorry. I mistook him for... somebody else."

>>16288948
Guess I'll have to wait and see. I'm off to bed anyhow.

Do you have an ETA for the next thread?

“Yes…” you speak after a moment or two, your voice cracking as it begins to return… “Everything is fine.”

Your eyes stay fixed on the nameless soldier in front of you… Watching as his body almost folds in on itself from exhaustion.

Kody doesn’t speak… the young boy’s eyes opened wide in fear, surprise, and confusion.

“Okay…” the nuns seem to say uneasily, worry still traced on their features as they look back at the three of you. “Please don’t speak so noisy or use that language here in this hall again though… We are a house of pray and healing.”

A moment passes as the three of you wait in silence for the nuns to leave.

“Now.” Your voice tries to stay measured and controlled, but fear and anger make it waver ever so slightly. “You. Answers. How did Lord Rathorn turn all those soldiers into Shadow Beasts?”

The nameless rank and file soldier sighs... his voice quiet and carefully spoken.

“Heh. You are mistaken. Lord Rathorn did not ‘turn’ any soldiers you must have seen that night into those terrifying creatures… They were already there… Simply wearing my comrades’ skins and moving them about like macabre puppets.”

The soldier leans back, his eyes looking up at you.

“I don’t know much… But I will tell you what I do know… It all started on Lord Rathorn’s death five months ago…”

Detecting the confusion in your eyes, he catches himself. “The FORMER Lord Rathorn’s death… The last leader of Formortua. He died under what some whispered as ‘mysterious circumstances’ but his son refused to follow the questioning any further when he took control to ‘preserve the sanctity of my father’s memory’.”

His eyes glancing back to his tabard, he gives a sad chuckle. “It was so obvious now… Looking back. We should have seen what a bastard he was. But as you know, hindsight is 20/20…”

Turning back to you, the nameless man continues his story. His shadowed eyes watching it play out horribly before him. “It wasn’t long before the Formortua militia was called in for additional training. At first, my comrades and I thought nothing of it… Just some bureaucratic blue tape due to the change in power… By the time the rumors had spread and we had begun to get suspicious of what was really happening, it was already too late…”

“We were captured… Me and the rest that hadn’t had our ‘special instructions’ given to us yet… And thrown into our own jails. One by one, we were taken… One by one I watched my friends go… Watched them come back… Watched as that THING inside them hollowed out their humanity and wore their skin like cheap suits!”

The soldier’s fist clenched tightly at his thoughts… His shoulders shaking from rage.

“Until it was my turn… I was scared. More scared then I have ever been before… I was taken someplace secret… They blindfolded me so I couldn’t see… And brought before this…. Woman.” He spat out the word… As if it was akin to Monster, “She took off my blindfold… Smiled at me with her sick and twisted lips… Told me I should welcome the Nothingness…. And then took a black oozing liquid from a basin near her and touched my head with it…”

The soldier pulls his legs up close to his chest as he continues to recount… His voice driving forward like a train with no brakes… “The agony… The pain… That voice… I knew it was trying to take me… Knew it was trying to kill me… Trying to use me… Make me his puppet like the others…”

His fingers white… he pauses for a moment….
In the silence… You can almost hear the malignant chuckle of the eye being forced to be silent. “I-I don’t know how I survived… How I managed to live… My mom always told me I was the lucky one in her family… Sometimes I beg to differ on that…..”

“The others obviously thought I would be taken over just like the rest of the soldiers… So they weren’t keeping a good watch on me. I knew the back alleys of Formortua… I was able to escape… Able to leave.” He shakes his helmet sadly…. “I’ve been running ever since... Trying to fight this.... Monster.... growing in my head....”

"..... And that the truth, Miss. I don't know if you believe me or not... But I swear that is the truth."

rolled 16 = 16

>>16289287
>"..... And that the truth, Miss. I don't know if you believe me or not... But I swear that is the truth."

Place a hand on his shoulder
"It's okay, I believe you.... you should rest, I'll see if I can get us something to eat."

Stand up, ruffle the ANDROGYNOUS CLERIC KID's hair and try to get some food.

(I sadly have to go to bed myself as well. It has been an awesome, albeit sometimes sad, blast.
I'll pick up with after the soldier's tale in BroQuest Quest IV, so if you want to post responses here before I close it please feel free to do so...

As for the next quest...
I honestly don't know...
Tomorrow (today) is busy for me but I MIGHT be able to escape to continue for a bit, but it is unlikely...
Thursday is unlikely as well...
Though I think I can definitely find some time of Friday to continue...

Speaking of continuing...
Anon sparked an interesting point: Mr. Drum is (officially at the moment) dead, though as I said before I have ideas to bring him back (usually involving meeting other characters on the chart).
Opinions on that?
Popular vote will sway my decision as always.)

rolled 19 = 19

>>16289287
Sigh.
"Yeah, your story sounds plausible enough. If you were working for Rathorn, you could have already killed me or had me delivered to him.
"So, what are you going to do? Keep running until that thing on your head finally takes you over?"

Great. Now I hear the Voice as Rubilax.

>>16289326
Wednesday night is probably not a good idea, competing with Void Quest, Zerg Quest, and Kobold Sorceror Quest.
Friday should be clear of any other quests, though.

>>16289326
Dunno. There's always the elven time mage.

Could be an interesting episode where you first have to save him without revealing your presence to your younger self, and then have to stage his death as not to screw up your past.

>>16289358
Wednesday is also Bodysnatcher Quest day.

>>16289337

D:
Dammit. This is what I get for watching /co/ shows.
I was typing it out and thought to myself 'Hmm. Where should I put this eyeball on the poor soldier's head?'
'Oh! I know! Let's have it right in the middle of his forehead... And you know what? Let's make his hair orange... I don't know why, but it seems right...'
Now I know.
Stupid Wakfu being awesome.

>>16289370

My point exactly...
I have some other ideas on the back burner as well...

Personally, the image of Mr. Drum kneeling on the ground, frozen as he stretched out the remainder of his life to save yours capstoned the character for me....

But that's just my opinion...
It's all of your opinions that counts.

Hmm. Good point. I will shoot for Friday for BroQuest Quest IV then...

Archived.
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/16286842

>>16289453
Thank you kindly anon... You make my recaps much more fun since I don't feel I have to recap everything.