Your current equipment is:
-Breaker’s Sledge: A tool forged by ancient methods, the Sledge is more durable and heavy than any common metal.
-Kala Gauntlet: A full-arm gauntlet of leather and inscribed steel, it’s special manufactare allows for the wearer to interact with items of Kala make in specific ways.
-Explosives:
--One and a half dozen Cracker Seeds: Small balls of rubbery material that explode upon impact or after a few seconds if activated by the gauntlet. They are stuffed into small indentures in structures and rocks, then detonated to crack them.
--Six Breaker’s Apples: Fist-sized orbs with similar properties as the Seeds. Mostly used when directed force is necessary.
-- Three packs of Towerbane: A large pack of shaped explsoive, these are the tools that topple the derelict towers of Netalia.

Your talents are:
-Breaker's Eye
You have an uncanny sense when it comes to your work, developed over the years of toil in the Old City. +30 to all rolls to break objects, topple structures, or damage stone of any kind.
-Trade Secrets
You have aquired the knowledge necessary to create the explosives the Breaker's use. With the proper raw materials and tools, you can create any of the three.

Archives here:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Breaker%20Quest

Back again, eh? Take a seat. We left off as Akasha fled the Old City, the Daeva’s screams still echoing in her ears. How did this part go? Ahh, yes.

The Wastelands. The scars of the War still etched into Maél. Bit of a minsomer, really. There’s plenty of life here, in thousands of shapes and colours and temperaments. It’s just that the Kala, and most civilised folk for that matter, think that no sane man would live here. And who could fault them? A wilderness filled with Razorvine, Fire Cap and Killer’s Leaf, not to say anything about the Pale Ones, the Greasemen, the Burrower Wasps or the Armorhides. No sir, no man would find this place hospitable.

Except the Lep’Gor. Hardy people, proud and strong. Not many know about them. One of those who do, is Carver of Pak’Nadin. He took the serkesh girl Nitalah and Akasha the Breaker to one of their towns, called the Haven of Kirali.

>>16330958
The girl wakes from dreams of dark fire and falling towers, of men and women crumbling to ash and a flight amidst whispering stones. She’s battered, bruised, and aching all over. But she’s alive, ain’t she. She takes her time, soaking up the warmth radiating from the hearth in the little wooden shack. Well, she can’t stay just lie there forever, right? So she gets up, the old warped wood of the bed creaking.

A figure moves out the open door in a blur, shouting in a foreign language. A child, from the voice. She takes stock of herself first. Her clothes are ripped, but someone bandaged her chest and applied a foul smelling ointment to the scrapes and cuts covering her skin. Her Sledge, Gauntlet and satchels are by the bed though, and she gears up, the familiar weight a comfort. Carver steps in through the door, his pale skin shining in the darkness. „You are awake. You feel fine now, yes? You were asleep for most of a day. A head injury and a cracked rib, nothing serious, but the medicine men insisted on letting you rest.” „Where are we?” Right to the point, like always. „A little village, Haven of Kirali. Among friends, of a sort. Any confusion? Anything you want to ask of me? If you still feel weak, I will call the medicine men again.”

Field was too long to post in one. Again, dreadfully sorry about the lateness. Hope some of you guys are still here.

Going to bump this for a bit.

One thing any quest-runner should do, man. Give out a disposable email, and stick to a timetable. Hell, be like a spy and have a time and a fallback time if you don't show for the first one.

rolled 53 = 53

>>16330975
Get some clothes and some food and water

rolled 60 = 60

bump for breakquest

Bro quest already didn't show up yesterday ;_;

>>16330975
"How long was I sleeping?"

"I'm feeling fine. Some food and drink would be welcome before anything else." He inclines his head. "Of course. Please follow me." The girl steps out into Haven, a curious place for one such as her, tents, mismatched shacks and firmly built houses encircling a cavalcade of ashen-skinned folk bustling and hurrying about their business. A few shining yellow eyes follow her as Carver leads to a cooking fire, a woman crouching by a pot handing Akasha a wooden bowl filled to the brim with a thick brown soup.

She sits down on a log, and wolfs down the meal, ravenous after the past days. A skin of water makes it's way to her, and she drains it to the last drop. A slight jingling cuts through the din, and Nitalah jumps her from behind. "You are well! Of course you are well, Carver said so. I am sorry to disturb you." She steps backward, ashamed. The girl just laughs. "It's fine. I don't mind." She turns when someone cleras his throat by the fire. And old man, wrinkled and wisened by the years, furs from beast she has not seen before lining his chest.

"I see that you have waken. I mean not to hurry you, but there are matters that I must oversee. Who are you? I believed Carver when he told me about the Fall, but I must ask none the less. And I assume you wish to leave Haven soon, yes?"

Of all the damned times I had to decide to get something to eat.

>>16331221
I try to stick to a schedule as much as I can, and I announced that the quest would be held today at the end of the last one. The email is a good idea though, maybe with a google doc to post things of interest like changes.

>>16331250
>„You are awake. You feel fine now, yes? You were asleep for most of a day. A head injury and a cracked rib, nothing serious, but the medicine men insisted on letting you rest.”

rolled 36 = 36

>>16331392
introduce ourselves and also ask about the nearest Kala city

>>16331392
>And I assume you wish to leave Haven soon, yes?

"I have no idea." she answers. "I've lost everyone I considered a friend or family, there isn't anywhere for me to go."

„I am Akasha the Breaker. And I have nowhere to go. Netalia, my City Fell. I have lost my friends, my home. I have not had family since Oletia Fell.” There is something... hollow about her voice. When your City Falls, a piece of you dies with it. The soul is forever scarred. The old man’s eyes fill with simpathy. „I am no stranger to being a drifter. My House died out when I was barely a man. My name is Hartok. I am the elder of this village of ours.” She nods, forming her question. „If I may ask, where is the nearest Kala City?” „You wish to rejoin your people? The nearest is Élatha, the Fortress Above the Mists. It lies to the north from here, deeper into the Wasteland. There is one other matter I need to speak of.”


„You see” he says, his face proud and serious „ debts and obligations are the very backbone of the Lep’Gor culture. If one does not pay back what one owes, they are shamed and marked, cast out from among their peers. And out here, that is a death sentence. You owe the medicine men healing you, the women and children caring for you, the men who hunted for you, the man whose house you rested in.” She reaches for her satchel. „I will pay, of course.” He hurriedly raises a hand, grimacing. „Coin has little value here. Few venture this far, and fewer of us leave the wilds. Work and barter is currency in the Wastes. We will not stop you if you want to leave. But if you do so with debts in place, you will be not welcome here again.”

>AAAAA WHEN DID I GET THIS SLOW
I'm going to start the coffeination process right now.

In the meantime, have some soundtrack! (Disclaimer: this is mostly for mine own amusement, since in Bodysnatcher Quest no one seemed particularly thrilled about it)

(Also, I think up titles for the songs, even though they already have perfectly good one. I'm a faggot like that.)

Curious Times (Main Theme)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WSCs6_qy4mg

The Fall
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aVxiUNnDPJ4

Breaking (Action Theme)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QdmoTz1P83k

rolled 4 = 4

>>16331698
Sigh and ask about the work they need done.

It'll be dishonorable of us to leave just like that right?

rolled 34 = 34

Bumping to get more people to join

Come on guys, I thought you liked Breaker Quest?

Bumping the quest up

Girl’s never shied away from work before. A lifetime of it without stop can take it’s toll tough, and she sighs with a weariness befitting one half a century her senior. „What would that work be?” Hartok smiles knowingly, the old fox he is. „Mikoa and her children washed you and fed you. Some chores or such would be fitting, yes?” The woman stirring the pot nods. „Of course, elder. I had an agreement with Kilek the Builder to carry wood for him. My daughter has ventured off without doing it yet, the blasted child. If you could do it, the debt would be settled.” „I will carry that wood for you.” The woman shrieks a name, a young boy of eight summoned by her shrill voice. „Niket, show the Breaker Kilek’s house, and the stacked firewood.” The boy grabs Akasha by the hand, dragging her away, and Carver shouts after her. „We will talk when night has fallen. I will be around if you need me.”

She is led to a clearing by the edge of Haven, wood haphazadly stacked in piles. The home of the Builder is a good minutes walk away, so she loads her shoulders heavy with the kindling. The men of the village do not stare. Much. Who would blame them, a pretty lass from far away, carrying bundles that would make most men curse and complain. She makes quick work of it, parched by the time she finishes, the sun blazing merciless above the canopy. Niket, the child, brings her a clay cup of water while she rests, before showing her the way to the hunters, pointing at a tall, broad shouldered youth talking in a circle. „I have come to pay my debts. I believe you are the one I owe, yes?” The young man grins, eyes flashing with mischief. „Yes, a fine deer, rare prey out here. I would consider it settled for little, though. A kiss from the Breaker girl, yes?” The men around him roar with laughter.

>mfw next post is yet another thirty minutes from the last
Dammit.

rolled 63 = 63

>>16332019
Say a very blunt "no" and keep drinking our water.

>>16332034
>That feel when you're the only one following.

Maybe some others will join?

>>16332069
I'm guessing they figured I wasn't coming, since I postponed Bodysnatcher last night. I am getting pretty damn tired, but I've been getting sleep whenever I could.

>>16332087
>I am getting pretty damn tired
To clarify, that was referring to a general state of being, not the current moment.

rolled 26 = 26

>>16332019
>A kiss from the Breaker girl, yes?

"One kiss from my sledge, coming right up..." she thought for a brief moment.
"Well, I guess the deer is a much more plentiful prey around here than the lips of a Breaker girl. I'll take my luck in the forest."

>>16332087
Try sticking it out a bit longer. Someone might get interested and join in.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/16249388/
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/16262110/

I also think apart of it was that you forgot to post the previous threads.

Her stare would’ve frozen the Daeva's flaming eyes. She takes her time, waiting until the laughter subsides, taking a long drink from the cup in the awkward silence. "Well, I guess the deer is a much more plentiful prey around here than the lips of a Breaker girl. I'll take my luck in the forest." She leaves, the hunter’s merriment targeting the young man this time. Niket walks by her side, speaking up after they are out of earshot. „It was an old deer, slow and weak. Mother had to cook it for hours. It will not take much to pay him.” The girl rustles the kids dark hair. „You did not have to tell me that. Thank you.” The boy grins. „Mayet talks like he was a Stalker, but he’s been hunting for less than a year. The elder would approve of showing him his place.” It’s strange, even the children speak perfect Kala here, with nary a hint of accent. „I will take you to Master Kret, he will lend you a bow and arrows if you ask.”

„For a price, of course.” The man is leaning against one of the shacks, shaking his head. „A kiss would be less dangerous, you know. The wilds have been strange these moons. But if you so want, I will lend you the tools. For some help. You know your craft, do you not?” The answer is sharp. „As well as any other.” „Good. I will need some of your concoctions. I have a bow to make, and it would befit Pitawe to have the finest one. Your Clinging Stew made permanent will be what I need. A bow any hunter would long after is yours for the day if you make it for me when you come back. Deal?”

Shame that such interesting quest thread dies so early. I would participate, but it's past midnight here and I want to go to sleep.
Anyway, basically what >>16332103 said. The only thing that we would willingly put on his face is our hammer.

Holy shit I'm making better time!

>>16332111
I linked the archives with the second post, but thanks, maybe making it more direct will help.

>>16332247
No death here, mate. If I have players (hopefully in the plural), I'll keep going.

Maybe I unintentionally implied as such. Welp, fingers crossed for more people.

Also, how's the music? Should I forget about it?

rolled 82 = 82

>>16332241
Does she have access to the necessary ingredients here? If so:
"You have a deal. I prefer it when I can choose my debts instead of having them trust upon me."

rolled 66 = 66

>>16332241
>A kiss would be less dangerous, you know.
"If I had wanted to take the easiest way out, I would have left without repaying any of my debts."

>"A bow any hunter would long after is yours for the day if you make it for me when you come back."
"Add a simple bow for me to keep when I leave, and I'll give you any meat remaing after I've paid off my debt and taken some to sustain myself."

>>16332280
>Also, how's the music? Should I forget about it?

I think VQ manages to pull it off rather well. Depends on your selection, I guess.

"You have a deal. I prefer it when I can choose my debts instead of having them trust upon me. I have everything I need but Screamer feathers." „And I have plenty of those. Come, I will find a weapon suited for you.” His workshop is close by, and after a little thinking he heads inside, emerging with a bow and quiver, a dozen arrows jutting out of it. She takes it, sliding a hand gently along it. It is a thing of beauty, and she can’t shake the feeling that she has seen it’s like before. A Guardian’s bow would look like it, if it were stripped of all the insignia and decorations, made sleeker, deadlier. One would be not so foolish to mistake it for Kala work. „You have made this?” „For a friend, some years ago, yes. Fire Caps took his leg, and he died of the fever. Enough about old times. Try it.”

The girl strings the bow, and tests it’s draw. Few men would be able to draw it fully. But she’s nothing if not strong. It’s unfamiliar at first, her shots going wide, but she learns quick. Kala are industrious, Breakers even more so. They need to be to survive. The target is bristling with arrows soon, more in the bullseye than not. „Well I’ll be damned. You have good eyes, girl. One last bit of advice. Don’t go north. South or west is your best bet. River’s down south, but the forest is thinner to the west.”

Which way did she go? Well...

>>16332507
Void Quest? Guess I'll check it out. My taste might be a little different to most fa/tg/uys. I mostly post the stuff that I listen to when thinking about the quest, the ones that strike a chord so to speak.

>>16332601
He uses Two Steps form Hell and Atrium Carceri, mostly. Not for every post, but when something important happens or we're introduced to a new locale.

>>16332580
She went west. Thinner forest = less nasty surprises.

rolled 97 = 97

>>16332580
Go towards the river, a deer will want to get water soon enough.

Animals always travel to a source of water

>>16332668
Well, those are all two steps from hell. Never heard of Atrium Carceri though. D'oh well.

>>16332721
>AC
I love the first two and a half minutes of this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XV9qPGM6L0E

>>16332668
here
I'm okay with going south to get the ball rolling again.

She figured she’d have better luck down south, taking one down when it came to drink to the river. So she took off, leaving the stachel with her belongings by Carver, taking the one with the Seeds and Apples with her, the pipe at the bottom of it. The forest is no less strange to her than Haven, a thousand noises and the susurring of leaves filling her ears. It takes time for her to adjust, but she’s quiet as a mouse by the time she fights her way through the thick underbrush to the river. A tree calls to her, a nice and hidden spot a little from the bank. She settles down, and waits, hours passing with little more than tiny critters moving around.

The forest suddenly come alive with noise, shaking her from her daze. A fawn darts through the edge of the trees, an Armorhide bulling it’s way through after it, the ground shaking as it tears apart all that stands in it’s path. Mottled grey carapace get’s scratched and dented, small eyes glaring out with frustration from slits above a maw filled with gruesome fangs. The deer panics, and in it’s fright, simply leaps into a thicket of Razorvines, it’s flesh ripped and torn by the wicked edges and coiling barbs, and the monstrosity simply forces it’s way through, barely slowing. The sound of horrific crunching fills the air as it starts to feast, and the girl tenses.

What’ll she do?

>>16332941
Sorry, it wasn't that, my cousin just got back, took a little of my time.

>>16333007
Sneak up on that fucker and hammer it to death while it feasts. If that's impossible or inadvisable, she'll hurry to get away and try to find a different hiding spot.

>>16333037
A roll for that, please.

rolled 24 = 24

>>16333037
Pic to appease the dice gods.

rolled 43 = 43

>>16333116
I hate /tg/ dice.

rolled 49 = 49

>>16333116
;_;

rolled 78 = 78

>>16333116
Lurker powers activate!

She lays down the bow by the tree, and slips off the sturdy branch she was perched on. As silent as she can, she stalks closer, taking care to place her foot. Well, not enough care. A twig snaps under her soles, as loud as Towerbane going off to her ears. The Armorhide turns, and she slams the Sledge down. It glances of a horn-like spike on the creature’s shoulder, breaking it clean off. The roar is deafening, and she turns, scrambling for the trees.

She runs fast, fast as she can, but when one of those monsters get’s some speed up, there’s few who could outrun it. Akasha leaps, skittering up the bark, her nails biting deep, only to find it almost throw her off and start to topple. She jumps again, getting clear of the eager beast, the trunk almost broken in half by the impact of the Armorhide running against it. She let’s the Sledge fly, buying herself enough time to find another, thicker tree, climbing as high as she dares. The monster circles underneath, furious by the interruption, it’s eyes empty ’sides the hunger. It rears on it’s hind legs, a feat made seemingly impossible by it’s sheer bulk, and slams it’s clawed forelimbs down.

Akasha hangs on, and the beast roars. The mouth of one of those things can open so wide, it can swallow a man whole. Wide enough for a girl to fling a Breaker’s Apple into. The Armorhide gulps in surprise, then shakes with as the dim explosions rocks the ground. It stumbles for a few steps, trying to leave, then collapses, leaking dark ichor on the trampled grass. She waits. Maybe it’s a trick. But it ain’t getting up again, not after something like that. So she climbs down, still a little shakey, and retrieves her Sledge and bow.

Now how is she going to get this thing back to Haven? It’s the size of a damned ox cart!

rolled 25 = 25

>>16333456
Cut a part of it off as proof and return to the village. Ask Kret if he'd be willing to trade the Armorhide we managed to slay, of course minus the meat we owe, for the bow he gave us and some food. Transportation not included.

rolled 81 = 81

>>16333509
>25
facepalm

>>16333509
Well, this doesn't really need a roll, that's only needed when something depends on the result, or when there's a tie in votes.

Well she sure as hell not going to carry it on her back! She takes a knife instead out of her bag, and cuts of the single colorful part of the beast, a red and blue fin running down it’s neck. Wrappes it up in a bit of cloth, and goes back to Haven. She’s thoroughly had enough of the forest by the time she gets there, her skin scratched and poked in a thousand places where not covered. As she approaches his workshop, Kret calls out to her. „No luck?” „Guess you could say so. Got my prey snatched away. Brought somethign else, though.” She unfolds the cloth, shows him the fin, and offers the new deal. He just stares for a moment. „You killed an Armorhide? How?” „Blew it up from the inside.” The man starts shaking from laughter, and holds up a hand. „Just, give me a minute.”

He walks off, still chuckling, and when he comes back, Mayet and the hunters rush by him. „Show it to me. Show it!” The girl hands over the fin, and the young man stutters. „She, she must have, must have found it dead.” „Come on, son, you know how the color fades. It’s fresh, less than two hours or so. How about we take some Runners with us, take a look. We’ll haul it back for you, Kret.” He is still dumbstruck when they leave with half a dozen muscular creatures, like overgrown hounds with long, sad faces. The craftsman still guffaws every now and again, and wipes tears out of his eyes. „Little Breaker girl goes off to hunt deer, comes back with an Armourhide. Keep the bow and arrows, it’s yours. And you won’t have to worry about food for a while, my wife’ll make sure of that. I’ll make some astounding armor out of that monster.”

(cont.)

>>16333797
Did... did we just get stuff for free?

>>16333797
A deal’s a deal though, so Akasha settles down to think about the Clinging Stew, figuring she could make it hold longer if she mixed the ingredients and their proportions around a bit. A little more rubber leaf, and a lot more feathers with less gunk and solvent should do the trick, especially if she heates it up before applying it. She fixes up a batch for testing real quick, and it looks like she didn’t go wrong with her thinking, the two pieces of wood stuck together so hard she can’t pull them apart. She makes another bowlful, and gives it to Kret, telling him the dos and don’ts of it’s use. „Fine work. My wife’ll get you something to eat in a little while. I’ll be here if you got something else you’d like.”

The girl sits down by one of the cooking fires, resting a bit. She’s still got two more debts, to the owner of the shack and the medicine men. But it’s been a long day already. Should she do something else, she wonders, or is it more than enough for today.

>>16333888
She can ask what those two think she should do to repay her debt.
Knowing is half the battle.

rolled 1 = 1

>>16333888
Go see the medicine men.

Might as well get knock out another one

>>16333826
Not really. Felling an adult Armorhide is a story hunters tell about years later. It's huge, and though it's meat isn't all that tasty, there's a lot of it. It's bones are like steel, and easier to shape for a skilled artisan. It's carapace can be fashioned into armor that is stronger than plate.

So yeah, it's pretty big catch.

>>16333960
So, the village does more or less owe Akasha now. Nice.

Might as well talk ot those medicine men, see what they might want. She tracks down Niket, the boy eagerly jumping to the task, anything to get away from his mother’s side. He leads her to a tent large enough to take in what was her little hole back in Netalia several times, and simply gestures for her to go forward, keeping a respectful distance. She walks in slowly, careful not to disturb any of the fetishes and carved poles lining the entrance, and pulls the flap aside, a thick vapor of herbs and spices assaulting her senses, making her eyes water. A single fire burns inside in a pit, in the center of the circle seperated by the tent. Four men sit inside, dark figures illuminated by the flickering light, shadows dancing in strange patterns around them.

„Breaker. Come in. We have been expecting you.” one of the figures says without turning around, his deep, raspy voice seemingly causing the shadows the whirl and roil. The girl steps inside, and sits down on a pelt on the floor offered to her by one of the men. A third speaks up. „You come here because of your debt, yes? We did little, so we expect little as well in return. The task for you, what should it-” He stops dead in the middle of the sentence, his head whipping around. „Come closer, Breaker. Let me see you.” Akasha gulps, the mask she did not see before in the gloom sending shivers down her spine, the spirals and curved lines running down the carved bone black in the scarce light. She complies, though, and the man gently hold her chin, looking deep into her eyes. „Brothers, I seek council. Tell me, what do you see?” The men stand, each taking his turn at gazing into the girl’s eyes. The one who spoke first tilts his head, the Armorhide mask sinister in the glow. „Please. If you would wait outside for but a little while. We have... some things to discuss that are not for your ears.”
(cont.)

>>16334201
She flees, grateful to resurface in the sunlight. It feels like she hasn’t been breathing since she went inside. Cold sweat runs down her back, and she rushes to the fire where Mikoa sits, snatching up a cup of water and downing it in one drag, like she’s about to die of thirst. She calms herself. It must have been the air, all those roots and grasses boiled in the confines of the tent. Akasha walks back, a little more confident, and waits until one of the medicine men steps out. „We have decided. There is a shrine, from times forgotten, lying to the north. One of the Name Pillars has fallen, the last of them, the smallest, and the men here will not go there to set it back. They believe that it is haunted by the spirits of old. We would go there ourselves, but our old bones lack the strength. Will you take it upon yourself to do it in our stead, Breaker?”

rolled 40 = 40

>>16334329
>Will you take it upon yourself to do it in our stead

"Your request sounds reasonable. Would it be enough if I began this task tomorrow morning?"
She should ask what the other debt is. Stories of spirits may or may not be true, but being caught in the forest during the night is something she probably wants to avoid.

rolled 58 = 58

>>16334362
Yeah, this debt is better suited after a well rest

„A reasonable request. Would it be alright if I undertook it in the morning? I have had a long day.” „Of course. The Pillar has been like this for many days. It will not matter if it lies there for one more, and you will need your strength. We shall await your return.” With that, he dissapears back into the roiling darkness inside the tent. Akasha leaves quickly, even the sight of it enough to bring back the suffocating feeling of the shadows enveloping her. The elder, Hartok crosses her path, stopping when he sees her. „Ah, Akasha. I have been looking for you. The women already whisper of your deed, and the men try not to hear.” He smiles softly, eyes gazing into the distance. „It does not help make it go away. Hah. They will have to learn that for themselves.”

The girl bows briefly. „Elder, if I may ask. Who do I owe my last debt to? Whose was the house I slept in?” „That would be me. My son, to be more precise, but he cares little for it, and I take it upon myself to keep it clean and standing upright. ” She frowns a little. „Then how I may I help you, elder?” He chuckles. „It is not much. I merely ask you to speak with my son. He... dreams of leaving Haven, of travelling to distant lands. I have none to blame but myself for that. I allowed him to listen to Carver’s stories, of his exploits in Sarkat and the Mollesh Alliance, and further. But he does not dare leave us. He has been trained as a medicine man, a speaker for the gods and spirits. It is a burden that he shoulders. I would ask you to help him make up his mind, to decide his fate.”

rolled 37 = 37

>>16334718
"I'm honoured. I'll offer whatever insights I can." This sounds like something that should be discussed while having supper.

"I'm honoured. I'll offer whatever insights I can." He nods sagely. „Thank you. That is all I can hope for.” Someone shouts for him, and the elder quickly walks off, leaving her there. The shadows grow long, and though the light is still bright, the Lep’Gor are preparing for the evening, fires burning all around to cook for the hundreds who live here. The girl finds that there is no place for her in the hurry, and saunters off to settle down by Mikoa’s family, resting until supper. Kret’s wife, a rotund woman, carries her the meal of soup, black bread and roast Armorhide, and Akasha tears into it with abandon.

A man, some years older than her, edges closer, nervous. He wears clothing of Kala design, not the more practical garb of his fellows. When she turns to him, he almost jumps back, but decides to sit down beside her after a moment of fidgeting. „My name is Rekew, my father Hartok sent me here to talk to you.” „Ah yes. He has told me about you. You wish to leave the village.” He grimaces. „Yes, I do. But, it is not so simple. I have not the money one would need to travel, and besides that... I owe my father for raising me, and the Pitlah’Nar, the medicine men, for teaching me. It is not something I take lightly.” The girl nods while stuffing herself, swallowing a healthy bite of meat before speaking up. „Then tell me, why do you wish to leave?” His eyes sparkle as he stares into the fire in front of him. „The world is full of wonders. What might be mundane for one such as you, is a thrilling discovery for me. I wish to see, to seek out all that the gods have made. To learn, to know what men and women centuries before me have saw, thought, and experienced. To know the mysteries of the Masons, the trade of the serkesh oracles, the wit of the mollesh playwrites.”

His smile dissapears. „But I cannot leave here. Not with my debts unpaid.”

>>16335129
Sorry, it's nearly 6am here and I can't write a coherent response. I'm off to sleep.

She'll probably tell him how much she's lost and how one really doesn't understand how much one has until it is lost.
Couldn't they simply let him journey for a month or two each year? Maybe have him establish some trade relations on the way.

>>16335227
And archived.
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/16330605

>>16335227
Thanks for sticking around, man.
Now, if there's no one else around, I'll wrap things up.

The kid's been playing Bastion, I see.

„You are thinking in absolutes. Why not pay off your debt bit by bit? You could leave Haven for short times, a moon or two, procure supplies it needs, perhaps even set up trade. There is no reason not to attempt it, is there? While you wait and hestitate, the world moves on. What might be here for you one day, will be gone the next. The gods favour the bold, do they not?” „I, I see. Yes, I will talk this through with father.” He stands, dusting off his knees. „Thank you for listening to me, and offering me your advice. I hope that I will be able to return your kindness one day.” He bows, and hurries off, gaze locked on the horizon. Akasha leans back, glancing around the fires around. Carver and Nitalah seem absent, even though the sellsword seemed to have something to talk about. She doubts that they would have gotten into much trouble.

The meal pleasently warming, she heads back to the shack, and lies down on the bed smelling like hay and the flowers of the field. The drone of the Lep’Gor outside, talking, laughing, singing, lull her into an easy sleep. It is good that she rests. Tomorrow will demand more of her than she might be capable of.

What do I mean? Well, my throat is sore, and my eyes weary. An old man needs his rest. You will have to wait until next time.

>>16335409
The paralels have been drawn and admitted repeatedly, yes. Mostly in the narration style and a few things in the first thread.

Next quest is on saturday, the 24th. We will start on time, at 16 o'clock board time. Archive's up, see you folks then.