...what?

Are we supposed to identify that blotch as something?

Are we supposed to name an item that you will then use to roll a d100 in real life?

>>17795414
MY APOLOGIES. SUGGEST AN OBJECT YOU'D LIKE TO SEE A MAGICAL VERSION OF, WITH A D100 ROLL IN THE POST.

rolled 16 = 16

>>17795430
I see.

Well I am partial to Scissors, myself.

rolled 51 = 51

>>17795430
potato

rolled 35 = 35

>>17795386
Block of tofu.

rolled 26 = 26

War hammer.

rolled 5850 = 5850

>>17795430
bar stool

>>17795723
I don't think anyone's going to beat that roll, OP.
Hope we get a nice dwarf to wield us, not some pussy elf.

Soooooo.....

what is supposed to be happening?

rolled 99 = 99

Musket

Remember this quest. Sad to see that it wasn't continued, happy to see a reboot, sad to see some of the above though. Hopefully this time to gender bending.

>>17795793
Sentient Musket Quest is go!

>>17795820
*no

Darn crappy internet.

>>17795793
MUSKET LOCKED.

CHOOSE A SINGLE ASPECT, CONCEPT (LIKE 'NOISE' OR 'PAIN'), OR ELEMENT. ROLL D100 ON THIS.

NOT USING A D100 WILL INVALIDATE YOUR VOTE/ROLL.

Ah. This quest.

Some explaination as some werent here this summer: We are an intelligent weapon of some import (or not, thats rolled on). We have a special power we think up, and have a general power we can use to manipulate reality. Last time we were a rusty sword that shot force cannonballs and turned a kid into a girl 'as our weilder must be female'. Mild lulz were had, as well as an interesting quest. Perhaps OP will link the archives, but they arent directly relavent.

rolled 44 = 44

>>17795839
Splitting Bullet

Bullet leaves musket, bullet splits into multiple bullets.

rolled 98 = 98

>>17795839
Patience

rolled 94 = 94

Perfect accuracy/ricotchet control

>>17795870


>Sentient Sniping Musket

Jesus Christ how horrifying.

>>17795870
Seems we're a patient musket. Don't know what that means though.

>>17795870
>PATIENCE CONCEPT LOCKED

VOTING LOCKED. QUEST BEGINS IN TEN MINUTES.

rolled 80 = 80

>>17795877

Can we combine this with Patience?

I would like us to become Hellsing's Rip Van Winkle's gun.

>All dem rolls.

Nice.

rolled 49 = 49

>>17795919


I would support this, patience by itself just seems...lousy for a MUSKET.

rolled 69 = 69

>>17795870
I dont understand. How can 'patience' be a power of a sentient, and nearly immortal, weapon? Some elaboration?

>>17795940
((It is a concept. I'll explain briefly.))

I'm sure patience means something. Maybe. You know how marksmen often have to aim for a few seconds to get a good shot in? Maybe like that? Minor control over time, only going forward though, like maybe we age something we hit?

If it means what I think it does, our secondary power is going to be superpowered by neccesity. The horror.

Maybe it gives us bullet time, or slows down what we hit?

All weapons are forged in the fires of a blacksmith's efforts. Even now, years after Sanguinus's fall and hundreds after the reign of Humanity and the Ursa, that holds true. The Rust Princess ruled the world with an even hand until her death, and her descendants and theirs were just as great. Their rule was a stable one, as if some outside force was guiding them.

And then the Sword Of The Throne was shattered.

Not by man, who had created it. Not by Orc, who had feared it. Not by Demon, who had hated it. But by Fae. A creature of glass and stone had chanced into the throne room, to this day no one knows how. But it shattered the Sword, then vanished. And the Age of Fae began.

Man has fought against the incursion for years. Armies of the same creature, an armored, faceless beast, each weilding the same sword, slammed into the cities of man. It is only by their determination and grit that they survive. Magical weapon after magical weapon has been broken in the struggle by the Fae's creature of glass and stone. You know these things, but you know not how.

You are Westing 45.

A man in spectacles regards you. He is short, stocky, and his hair is absent. His face has many scars.

You are loaded.

You know that the longer you aim a shot, the more true it becomes - even supernaturally so.

The stone table you rest on is cold.

rolled 65 = 65

Fire.

rolled 63 = 63

Demand knowledge on why you are loaded without knowing your target.

rolled 25 = 25

>>17796138
wait.

rolled 23 = 23

>>17796138
Be patient.

>>17796138
We need a task, I'm sure this guy will give us one after a while.

Rather than firing or speaking up, you wait. The man pokes at you, briefly, first with a wooden stick.

"Scribe: Note that there are no ill effects in organic materials by touch."

Then a metal rod. "Scribe: Note that there are no Ill effects in metallic materials, by touch." Then finally he picks you up, inspecting your length. "Scribe: Note that there are no notable mental effects on touch. Note no physical transformation. Note no pain, aversion, or transformation of the subject, either."

With great trepidation, he finally says, "Scribe, put up the test subject dee two three eight five."

A bound man is pushed into the area. You note the room is large, completely clean. Small windows in the walls, high and barred, let in small amounts of light. The bound man is completely featureless, and is behind a divider in the room. Bars seperate the the two rooms, and both have doors."I am now aiming the subject."

The old men aims at the bound person. You feel a familiar tightening sensation. A rising sense of anticipation. "Scribe: Note minor pleasure." the old man states. His stance is excellent, you note yourself. "I am now pulling the trigger."

Fire?

((A note: There is no need to roll with standard posts. ))

>>17796684
No. The target is not a threat.

>>17796684
Well, we don't know what this man/thing has done to us. Who is this man?

I say we ask the wielder why. Just one word, "Why."

rolled 12 = 12

>>17796764


>Make magic weapon
>It asks Why it has to kill
>Scrap it as it is worthless as a weapon

>>17796708
>>17796764
The hammer slams down with a solid snap. But you do not allow yourself to fire.

"Scribe, note: Weapon does not fire."

>Why.

"Scribe, note: It speaks. It asks, "Why." I will now relay his responses to you."

He remains aiming at the target. "I am firing to be certain of the abilities of this device I have created. The process ensured a magical weapon but not what sort. Since even the Fae cannot destroy weapons made that way, after testing I either will put you into the hands of a suitable prospect for striking at the enemy, or seal you away in the Old Land, with others of your sort as company. You will also be cleaned and cared for by stewards. Conversation can be supplied, as well." he adds. "Now, All I ask is demonstration." he speaks while aiming, and you feel quite precise.

"Scribe: Note that I pull the trigger again."

He pulls the trigger.

>>17796947
Do not fire.

"The target is not a threat."

>>17796947
Fire at this point we are merely a tool without purpose so wait and do as told until we can divine a purpose for ourself.

>>17796947
Ask why the bound man, what did he do, why should we end his life now and not wait for his inevitable end.

"What has this man done? Is he an enemy?"

Did Field of blades quest spark your interest in the subject once more, Ego?


Also, do we have an EGO score like before?

Okay, step one is obviously to take (very) rough aim at the Fae ruler(s), despite being indoors and undoubtedly very far away. Then just wait a few days before firing.

>>17797178
((I didn't read it, sadly.))

((And no. Or at least - not yet.))

>>17797259
You know this is impossible - the target must be in sight.


>>17796973
>>17797002
>>17797070

>The target is not a threat.
you say.
>What has he done? Why should we end his life now, bound and harmless?

The old man repeats your words to the unseen scribe.
"Scribe, note it did not fire when the man posed a danger. Ask Paladin Wayne to release the man's binds, then pull the release lever. Fraul!" the man calls.

The bound one looks up. "Your binds will be released." he says as an armored man enters the room on the barred side. "The way into this room will be clear. If you can kill me, you are to be freed, but only if you do not take this weapon. In that event, the Paladin will hasten your execution."

"Are you certain?" the paladin asks.

"I am certain. Scribe, lock down the room."

There is the sound of the doors locking. The Paladin draws a blade, shining and silvery. The bars between the rooms lower, with the sound of clicking gears.

The paladin lifts the blade. The old main continues to aim between the bound one's eyes.

The blade comes down, the man's arms are freed. He immediately begins to close the distance as the old man pulls the trigger.

>>17797289
Fire.

>>17797289
"Target is now a threat. Firing."

>>17797302
Fire. The man is now a threat. Also... were we aimed at him this entire time?

>>17797289

>Firing


So what? Xaven 88 is dead? How depressing...

Fire.

"In the future, we would appreciate less contrived targets."

>>17797289
we still don't know what this man did to be incarcerated... I think we shouldn't fire, we have no allegiance to the old man, for all we know this man could have a family and was just plucked off the street for these cruel experiments.

>>17797455
Nah, Xaven succeed actually if you read the OP. Apparently he lead the "Rust Princess" to victory and a time of peace and prosperity was had.

>>17797555
>And then the Sword Of The Throne was shattered.

>Not by man, who had created it. Not by Orc, who had feared it. Not by Demon, who had hated it. But by Fae. A creature of glass and stone had chanced into the throne room, to this day no one knows how. But it shattered the Sword, then vanished. And the Age of Fae began.

Sounds like Xaven got broken. This of course is assuming he was the sword of the throne

The bullet slams into the man's head, roaring from your barrel like a wild banshee.

You are uncertain how you know what a banshee sounds like.

The old man pokes the dead body, first with his foot, then with you.
"Scribe, note no unusual interaction with the dead. Not that the Fae leave bodies." he says. "The death is completely mundane, further - however, the trajectory is supernatural." Indeed, when he had fired, your barrel had been to the left of the head, away from the Paladin behind the man. "No elemental powers, no other strangeness detected." he says.

>In the future, we would appreciate less contrived targets.

Again, he relays your words to the unseen Scribe. "My apologies. Testing is a very important part of Born Weapons." he states. "Paladin, take the murderer to the incineration room. He has no family or kin - send him into the garbage." the paladin nods, picking up the man. "This is excellent. Not only does the minituriezed cannon work splendedly, it is an incredibly accuratemagical weapon. Warlord Zarl will be pleased." he sighs, relaxing visibly. "This test is over. "... Have you named yourself, or shall we give you one? Would you prefer to be carried, or carted? And lastly, would you please join us in fighting the Fae and protecting our people?" he asks. There is no plead in his voice.

>>17797707
What are the chances of us not helping him now?

>>17797707
"My name is Westing 45. I do not have a preference either way. I will join your fight."

>>17797726
Drop the 45 and you have my vote. West for short?

>>17797799
I'm okay with this.

>My name is Westing. West for short.

"I see. And...?"

>No preference.

"Very well. My scribe will carry you and care for you until we find a suitable applicant." he says, walking out of the room with the Paladin, who is carrying the corpse. A young woman approaches, clothed in red. Her eyes are very striking. Her figure is modest, hidden in her voluminous robes. The hood is up.

"Professor, are you insane? You could have been killed!"

"But I was not, scribe Ceran."

"But, even so-"

"The weapon will join us. You are to see to him during this time. Please make certain he is happy and comfortable."

"Yes, sir. How long until we find a proper applicant?"

"It could be days, scribe. but first, I must let the College know of this success. The notes?"

"Yes sir." she says, handing the proffessor a set of notations. Meanwhile, you end up in her hands - small, delicate, and soft, nothing like the professor's time-worn, callused hands. He wanders off. "I swear, that old fool will get himself killed..." she mutters. "Well then, uh... Mister, er, Musket-thing. Any requests before we head home? You fellows are always so curious, so you might want to ask all your questions before you end up in the hands of an army type."

>>17798244
"What is the purpose of this war, when all that exists will crumble, inevitably?"

>>17798313
Guess we're going for the fatalistic, time consumes all outlook huh? I like it.

>>17798335
It comes with having a focus on patience, I think.

>>17798346
What's time to something that if patience and care is applied, may very well live forever after all I guess?

>>17798313
She raises an eyebrow.
"Wow, really?" she asks. "That's an interesting thing to hear. I guess... It's because it's what we're born to do." she says, holding up a slim finger to full lips as she walks. "Maybe we will die out, the Empire will crumble, and everyone forgets we exist. But..."

She smiles. "If we don't fight, then we'll never have the chance, however small, to last." she says, resting your barrel on her shoulder. "hullo, Arkvad." she says with a wave, the young man in red robes waving back as she passes a window. You only get a glimpse of men training forms with polearms. "I mean, sure, maybe you're right. But what's the fun in laying down to die because it'll just happen sooner or later? Anyway, is there anything you want? Maybe I should buy some metal polish..."

>>17798453
"Tell me about this place, if you please."

>>17798453
"I do not require anything other than to be in proper working order. I would, however, appreciate having someone to converse with."

"Does that man frequently put his life on the line simply to convince a gun to fire? Would it not be simpler to use an object for the target of preliminary tests?"

>>17798471
>>17798481
>Tell me about this place, if you please.

"Hmmm. Well, this is the Center for Magical Item Testing And Research. Or CMTAR. Everyone calls it Scimitar. Some kinda clever pun on the word. We test magical items, we care for them, and we dispose of dangerous ones. Sentient ones are sent to the Sentient Item Living Facility, if they aren't willing to participate in the war - it's pointless to get them to fight if they don't want to."

She turns down a hall. "If you meant this land, we are the Grand Empire of Rust. Not so grand as when the Princess ruled and expanded across Novilia in a single decade, but pretty grand! We have control over most of the continent, the Fae holding the Breach to the East and some of the land West of that. But with a population like ours, there's plenty of Sons and Daughters of Rust to march against them - and supplies, and weapons. We'll win eventually."


>I do not require anything other than to be in proper working order. I would, however, appreciate having someone to converse with.

"Oh, thank god. I thought you'd be one of the perverts. If I had a tarr for ever sword, sheild, gauntlet, or ring that's seen me naked, I'd be able to afford hiring someone to do the scribework in my place." she mutters as she turns towards a long hall with many doors. "Honestly."

>Does that man frequently put his life on the line simply to convince a gun to fire? Would it not be simpler to use an object for the target of preliminary tests?

"Professor Argyle is a god-damned madman." she admits. "I have no idea why the Paladins put up with his... way of doing things, but yes. Countless times - he claims there are other men to take his place, and at his age, death would be a relief, but honestly. His patriotic fervor is borderline maniacal."
>field too long, continued in next post.

>>17798913

She finally finds a door, opens it with care, stepping inside. She sets you down, sitting heavily at a desk. The room only has a bed and the desk and chair, you lean on the corner.

"So what other questions do you have? I've a few hours before dormitory curfew."

"When one refers to a weapon that's been born, what exactly does that imply? I highly doubt that a mommy musket and a daddy musket loved each other very much."

>>17798926
"You seem tired, would you mind telling me about yourself and the things you do here?"

>>17798992
>When one refers to a weapon that's been born, what exactly does that imply? I highly doubt that a mommy musket and a daddy musket loved each other very much.

"I've been asked not to tell you. I'm very sorry - but this is the only thing I cannot speak of." she says, "Trust me, it is far better you do not know."

>You seem tired, would you mind telling me about yourself and the things you do here?

"Not at all! I am a Scribe. We monitor the testing chambers and record what is said, note what the scientist wants, and record proceedings. We also have a duty to provide the sentient items whatever they desire. Some abuse this." she mutters the last words. "Anyway, I have to note something new - I don't have to hold you to hear you. Handy, that." she turns and writes briefly, then returns to you. "It's nice to have someone who just wants to talk, for once. So... What sort of guy would you like to get you in the end? And don't try to flirt - I'm not part of the frontline, so even if you wanted, you can't stick with me."

>>17799121
>And don't try to flirt - I'm not part of the frontline, so even if you wanted, you can't stick with me.

"Didn't you just say you are to provide me with whatever I desire? I may not stick with you, but perhaps you'll stick with me?"

"A wielder who understands that not all problems can be directly confronted. It'd be a shame for me to experience my existence in some muddy ditch due to someone being unable to restrain themselves and think."

>>17799121
"I would be most useful in the employ of a patient marksman with steady hands. I am preternaturally accurate, so the wielder's skill is not as important as his ability to wait for the perfect opportunity."

>>17799121
"Somebody with soft hands, so no guy at all."

>>17799214
My votes on this.

From Fatalistic to Flirty in 10 seconds flat.

I love you /tg/.

>>17799427
All things pass away. Might as well have some fun while we're here.

I feel that saying she's supposed to do anything we ask is a little to forward for a gun with magically enhanced patience. If we consider flirting with her, we should at least take it slowly.

>Somebody with soft hands, so no soldier at all...

She laughs. "Ah, there we go." she says. "nobody can keep up an attitude like that for long. It wears on you." but she shakes her head. "I make no guarantees on that one, though."

>I would be most useful in the employ of a patient marksman with steady hands. I am preternaturally accurate, so the wielder's skill is not as important as his ability to wait for the perfect opportunity.

"Ah, okay. That's what we need." she says, writing enthusiastically. "You're sure this is all you want?" she asks nervously. There's even hope in her voice.

>>17799531
"Pick me up. Aim me at anything you like, but keep me as still as possible."

>>17799531
>You're sure this is all you want?" she asks nervously. There's even hope in her voice.

"Well, is there anything I can do for you?"

>>17799565

I like this, but unfortunately unless she knows how to load a musket or if we manifest our own ammo, she can't really do anything but point us at something. Muskets being muzzle loaded and all that.

>>17799731
I'd assumed we manifest our own ammo. Anyway, the point is to see if she has what it takes to wield us, not fire us. Pointing will suffice.

((Note to self, start quests earlier in the day.))

>>17799731
>>17799565
>Pick me up and aim me. Just keep me still as possible.

She nods, picking you up. Her aim and stance are atrcious, but at least she aims you for a full minute before setting ou back down, resting her arms. You feel you could correct any err in her aim about halfway to that point.

"That's all?"

>Well, is there anything I can do for you?

"No, no. I just, most ask for more. I'm relieved." she smiles, looking out the window in her room.

>>17799735
You note that the bullet you spent has now returned, along with powder. You're not sure when it did - perhaps when she aimed you.

"It's getting dark, now. I'll be sleeping soon." she warns.

>>17799746
"Do tell me, what do the others tend to ask for? You've piqued my interest."

>((Note to self, start quests earlier in the day.))
I'm off to bed after this post, good night and thanks for the reboot.

>>17799746
"I will not keep you. Know this, however. You are capable of wielding me. Since you are a scribe, not a soldier, you would benefit from training, which I can provide. If you wish to fight with me, you may."

"When you head to bed, might I be placed so I can observe the night sky? I'd prefer to wait looking at that than an empty room."

At some point we need to suggest we be fitted with a bipod.

>>17799840
This is a valid point, and I agree.

>I will not keep you. Know this, however. You are capable of wielding me. Since you are a scribe, not a soldier, you would benefit from training, which I can provide. If you wish to fight with me, you may.

"Really now. I've heard that offer from a lot of you - swords to teach me how to cut, bows to teach me how to shoot. And here I still am, despite their teaching me. The gesture isn't wasted, though. Thanks."

>Do tell me, what do the others tend to ask for? You've piqued my interest.

"Poetic and not-so-poetic desires to see me naked. Some seek mental gratifaction of physical desires. Others want to know about my sex life. Still more want to know about my sex life with other women. Some want to know about the history of the Kingdom of Rust, which isn't so bad. others ask what happened to a sword called Xaven 88 - a sword that vanished once he was in the Archives. Others want to know about the Sword of the Throne, which was never used. Many, many, want to stay after making their decision to fight. We can only accommadate so much - magical weapons are the only edge we have."

She moves to the side of the bed.

>When you head to bed, might I be placed so I can observe the night sky? I'd prefer to wait looking at that than an empty room.

She smiles and leans you against the wall, beneath the window.
"There you are. Good night."

With that, she wanders down the hall. When she returns, her hair is wet. She slips into bed clothed, and soon falls asleep.

>END OF THREAD ONE

>>17799866
>"Really now. I've heard that offer from a lot of you - swords to teach me how to cut, bows to teach me how to shoot. And here I still am, despite their teaching me. The gesture isn't wasted, though. Thanks."

I am saddened by this. At least all she needs to do to use us is hold us for a time and pull the trigger. We're much more user-friendly than most weapons, I'd guess.

Please to be archiving, see you guys within the next few days.