rolled 72 = 72

>>18041141

Experience deep seated emotional turmoil over how I exploit other humans for my own monetary gain

>>18041141
You arrive at the fortified warehouse, your men having formed a perimeter in your absence. Muskets at the ready, a cannon well placed to fire, your man Orion oversees it all with an impassive one eyed glare. The grim former gladiator was a wall of impassive grit in a sea of anxious faces.

The girls, Maria Cortez and Madeline Lupin, had not been produced despite the demands of your party being read aloud. Tensions are high, and a decision has to be made about how to proceed.

rolled 14 = 14

>>18041179
>1d100 to decide an action, highest number of first three rolls takes priority, then 1d100 to decide how that action plays out.
Wait. I don't remember this having highest-roll chooses system. It can backfire greatly.

Anyway.

It seems like we will have to raid if they do not concede to our demands. I hope they will not harm the girls, that will be awful.
Do the families of the girls know they are held up here?

And, oh man, I'll have to read the previous thread again to remember to brush up my memory.

>>18041242

You have informed the families, one of which is a powerful slave trading family and rival to your own, the Lupins. The other girl belongs to a tobacco farmer who is of almost no importance.

They have troops on the way to reinforce your own numbers. The Paravel family is likewise en route with a body of soldiers, lead by the heir of the Paravel family, Rikard.

Strike now and risk the girls for greater glory, or wait for larger numbers.

>>18041179
Before we go barging in, did we check to see if there are weak points we could target instead? Like may be a back door or side entrance?

Also, do we know of the warehouse's approximate layout and where the girls might be kept? It would be very bad if we shot the cannon at where the girls were being tied up.

>>18041268

There is a lot to remember, from voodoo women to global political stuff even I forgot.

rolled 22 = 22

>>18041287
Greater glory can wait, imo. Better wait for reinforcement.

We must surround the place, make sure that they cannot escape. Also, we must make sure there are no escape tunnels or sumwhat.

>>18041302
Oh, and we delivered some slave girls to a scary, scary man too.

>>18041295
The warehouse is two storeys high. Your men have made a note of Just Soldiers armed with muskets in the high windows. There is a seaside entrance for admitting ship brought cargo firmly shut with large iron doors. It would take a broadside from the largest ship you own to blast those open.

As it stands the double sided doorway before you is the safest bet. Designed for carriage and cart entrance, it shouldn't withstand more than a couple of hits from a small cannon such as you employ.

rolled 87 = 87

>>18041331
What were our own combat prowess again?

>>18041314
Artur Stonesnake, appointed councilman of Narleen by King Louis of Nova Leon.

He may or may not be an apocalyptic figure known as the World-Killer.

>>18041355
Personally, we are considered a competent if rough fighter specialising in the rapier.

Our men are experienced slave-hunters with a trained surgeon in their number, a bookish man named Benjamin Cohen. Not exactly the stuff that would hold on the battlefield, but a tough compliment in small scale encounters. Your chief lieutenant is a grim and experienced former gladiator named Orion.

As a game its pretty bereft of stats. I'm not running it with any system.

rolled 97 = 97

I'm still in favor of waiting for reinforcements.

In meanwhile, send couple of your men to make sure there are no secret escape tunnes or soemthing.

>>18041411
You make the wise decision to await further reinforcements, and in the mean time consult with your lieutenants. Advising them to search for alternate routes, Orion dispatches a pair of greasy looking men in sailors rags to comb over the sea-front, while he takes charge of two ruffians to check the alley ways.

It is a tense ten minutes before a troop of soldiers in the colours of the Narleen militia appear. Young Rikard rides at their head in finely crafted armour astride a handsome grey stallion.

They bring with them another pair of portable cannons, and place them beside your own.

Rikard dismounts and clasps your arm heartily.

"Time to rescue some damsels, eh?" he says, cuffing your shoulder.

>>18041401
The muskets are shit in close combat, right?

rolled 91 = 91

Wow, I thought this was gone for good. Glad to see it's back.

rolled 45 = 45

>>18041442
"It is nice to see you, friend.
Shall we start the assault?"

Go over the last minute details and start the raid. Shoot the door with cannons, ready the musketeers to shoot anyone.

>>18041445
They aren't great for something like sniping, but in numbers and at a relatively close proximity they can be deadly.

rolled 57 = 57

>>18041458
Will you participate, bro?

I admit, being one of the few during such an important part of the quest is a little unnerving. Wouldn't want to fuck up for other players.

>>18041461
>>18041442
Also ask him if he has different ideas how to approach this.

>>18041500

I would, but I have class in ten minutes. I'll hopefully be reading this on suptg at some point.

>>18041461
You return Rikard's warm greeting and apprise him of the situation. It isn't long before his soldiers stand with your slave-hunters, and the order to fire goes out.

The cannons are prepped and one by one the fuses lit. One ear shattering blast after another rips out, followed soon by the teeth clenching explosion of the warehouse doors. Splinters and black smoke fill the air.

You draw your rapier and order the advance. The men give belligerent roars as they muster down their fear. The crack of musket fire rings out, and a man falls before you with a shattered leg.

They push on, past the blasts of Just muskets into the darkness of the warehouse.

That is when the screaming begins.

Rikard has mounted his horse and seems eager to follow his men. Follow your men into the breach brave commander, or wait?

Roll to exercise, fatass.

>>18041527
lol

rolled 84 = 84

>>18041520
>Follow your men into the breach brave commander, or wait?

WE ARE GOIGN TO LEAD THEM!

CHAAAAAARGE!

>>18041527
The image above is not an accurate representation of Estavo Zahak.

Estavo is a young man in his mid-twenties, of a mixed race appearance. Olive skinned with tightly curled black hair, quite tall and considered reasonably handsome. Daily exercise and a wild youth of adventuring has left him in excellent physical condition.

>>18041520
Of course we are going to follow them or our name isn't Estavo Zahak!

>>18041567
Rikard gives you a broad grin as he spurs his horse forward across the empty thoroughfare. Wasting no time you charge in after him, rapier in hand.

The interior of the warehouse is a smoke filled mess. The sound of wounded screams and blood thirsty bellows breaks from the choking darkness. You hear the scream of Rikard's horse ahead of you. Its warm enough within that you start to bake in your leathers.

Out of the darkness a man in the white tabard of the Brothers comes charging, bloody faced and wild eyed. Half his face is a mess of blood and bone, but adrenaline has the man on his feet.

He swings a clumsy but powerful blow to your head with the cutlass in his hand. You sweep it aside easily. Stepping into his reach you smash in his nose with the guard of your sword and ruin the other side of his face with the edge of your blade.

Before continuing on you take his throat out with a swift slash, leaving him to fall with a burbling, sick moan.

You step over the dead and dying until confronted by a messy sight. A circle had been formed, muskets and pikes bristling out. Your men were being cut down equally by musket fire and tipped lance.

Ben Cohen had dragged some wounded behind a wall to your left, while Rikard was madly spurring on his men from the centre, gesturing with his broadsword.

rolled 75 = 75

>>18041653
>A circle had been formed, muskets and pikes bristling out. Your men were being cut down equally by musket fire and tipped lance.

BRING THE CANNON! WE WILL BLOW THEM UP!

>>18041663
You gesture to the men waiting nervously to make their advance.

"With me you lot, we've a gift to deliver!"

Tired as they are they keep up with your reckless sprint. The cool ocean air of the outside world is a maiden's kiss after the sweltering hell of the warehouse. You spot the small cannons you had come for and take up the rope of the nearest.

"Pull you dogs!" you roar as the soldiers set in beside you. Inch by bloody inch you pull the cannon back into hell, ever mindful of the men dying in your absence. Ball and powder are brought in by others and they set to the business of prepping the cannon.

As they prepare to touch fire to fuse, you spot Rikard amongst the pike and shot formation fighting wildly, his horse dead beneath him and his sword a whirlwind in his hands.

Do you fire on the formation, and risk the life of Rikard Paravel?

rolled 68 = 68

>>18041663
Don't forget to tell your men to fall back and take cover while we bring the cannon.

Hmm... better yet, we could hide the cannon behind the mass of our soldiers and just before shooting it, have them move away to open a line of fire.

>>18041710
Aww shit. Tell them to wait.
Go into the fray and pull Rikard out. Just as we both are away from the formation, have our people shoot.

rolled 86 = 86

>>18041710
>Do you fire on the formation, and risk the life of Rikard Paravel?

Do not fire.
Call Rikard out and tell him to fall back.

>>18041724
You don't have so many men the cannon would be hidden by their number. Odds are the Brothers have already noted its arrival.

> Go into the fray and pull Rikard out. Just as we both are away from the formation, have our people shoot.

Against all sense of self-preservation you charge towards the whirling fight. Heavy lead balls fly past, missing you by scant inches. From whose side the fire came made no matter at this point.

Rikard stands bloodied on the corpse of his horse, bloody running freely from a gash on his forehead, his left arm hanging limp by his side. It is taking all of his considerable ability to fend off assault.

You add your sword to the mess, enough to earn only brief respite for Rikard. Enough for him to dislodge from the fighting. Together you maintain a desperate defence as you try to clear room for the cannon to make a clean shot.

The roar of the cannon almost knocks you from your feet, the shock wave as the ball passes rocks your bones.

Taken fully in the heart of their line by the blast, the Brothers are scattered enoug for you to make good a proper retreat. Taking Rikard by the shoulder you limp back to your line.

You push Rikard into the waiting arms of Ben Cohen before turning your gaze back onto the field. The ball had disappeared into the darkness, and the Brothers were slowly reforming.

>>18041801
Tell your men to attack before they reform their formation!

rolled 82 = 82

>>18041823

rolled 17 = 17

>>18041801
If possible use our slave hunters to search areas of the warehouse while the Militia fights with the Brothers.
We need to find the girls at all costs, if we manage to get them out safely, we could just level the damn warehouse with the remaining pirates inside

rolled 13 = 13

>>18041842
Oh, that's true.

On the other hand. Our enemies ought to be protecting the girls.

>>18041823
Charge with your men. Bellow out some war-cry to motivate them!

>>18041823
You stand wearily, and point forward with your sword.

"Finish this! A gold for every Brother scalp, bring me the girls and you can have my sister!"

The men give a hearty cheer and spring into action. Its a disgusting sight that follows. Your hunters and the city militia set upon the scattered men like a stray dog in a chicken coop. They take you at your word, and draw knives along scalp lines, lifting the skin from their heads.

Throats are cut and heads are bashed in with no mercy or quarter given. Those that manage to put up a fight are soon overwhelmed by your own men. You watch a boy no older than your youngest brother have his head caved in by the long wooden stave of a seasonal dock-worker, and an older man desperately try to keep his arm in place before losing his jaw to wild swing from a militiaman's halberd.

Its not long before the butcher work is done, and all the Brothers lie dead, remains mixed with your own dead that you cannot tell which parts belonged to which side.

And as yet there is no sign of the girls.

rolled 34 = 34

>>18041902
>And as yet there is no sign of the girls.

FFFFFffff

Search the basement, second floor and other rooms.
Tell your men to scatter and search them. And on serious note, whoever finds them first will get 5 gold bonus.

rolled 65 = 65

>>18041902
Look for hidden rooms, a basement, i hidden alcove at the interal docks, Hurry!

If there's guards alive still holding them hostage, offer the survivors amnesty if they come out with the ladies unharmed.
Short lived of course, fuck them.

rolled 57 = 57

>>18041923
The guards that is, leave the nobles alone, get them food, a bath or something then we can deliver them to their families. If possible, if and when we take them out, cover their faces to protect them from the carnage.

rolled 62 = 62

>>18041902
Search the warehouse.

Does it have multiple stories? Or a basement?
I hope the men we sent out to search for secret tunnels will come succeed intercepting them if they had such things.

>>18041842
With the fighting done you marshal your men, instructing them to scour every nook and cranny for signs of the hostages. Rikard is in no state to give similar orders, some concoction of Ben's has him doped up while the young surgeon treats his wounds, but his men instinctively follow your lead.

Before they can even really begin Orion sidles out of the shadows, an uncharacteristic smile on his weather beaten face.

"No need boss," he says, jerking his thumb behind him. A pair of teen girls no older than fourteen came walking out, escorted by Orion's men.

Relief floods through you and your men, someone gives out a whooping cry.

"If you waited five minutes I'd have had them out with none the wiser," Orion said, "But you had to go make a right jolly mess of things."

rolled 20 = 20

>>18041951
HUG THE MAN AND KISS HIM!

We were getting mighty worried here!

"Heh. At least we got some GLORY!.... Damn, we'll need to hire more men.
Orion, you deserve a bonus" (what would be appropriate bonus here? 10 golds?)

rolled 89 = 89

>>18041951
Well, at least we dealt with the Brothers! (right?)

rolled 4 = 4

>>18041951
Excort the ladies out personally, avoiding the carnage as best we can. Introduce ourselves again, assure them their families have been worried sick about them and done everything in their power to save them, and offer use our our apartment should they wish to clean themselves up some before they're returned to their family. (Order out some food? Dare say we wouldnt want to feed them our sisters cooking, it'd be like being a hostage all over again)

rolled 32 = 32

>>18041951
Make sure Rikard gets proper medical care.

>>18041990
You grasp the grizzled old man close and plant a kiss on both his cheeks.

"You had me worried you old bastard!"

He isn't the sort to beam, but he does give a proud quirk of the lip. The girls cling tightly to his solid frame.

Seeing the fear still in them, you arrange to escort the pair out of the gristly den. They seem loath to part from Orion's side, and you do nothing to pry them from it.

Outside the world seems clearer, purer after escaping the charnel house. The soldiers of the Lupin family had made good on their arrival, and the old master of the House was at the head of a neatly arranged column of pikemen.

Ancient and looking look a spectre of a long gone era in his antique armour, the man gives a loud gasp of delight at the sight of his young grand-daughter.

She breaks from Orion's side into his outstretched trembling arms.

"The living god bless you Zahak," he says through thick tears, "Ask of me anything, and it is yours."

rolled 17 = 17

>>18042060
>"The living god bless you Zahak," he says through thick tears, "Ask of me anything, and it is yours."
[Oh man. I don't even know WHAT to ask. OP, can you give some ideas? Reading the old thread is a slow process while trying to participate in two quests. I can't remember our goals.]

>>18042015
The Brothers power is shattered with this loss. You soon are informed of the capture of a number of Brothers trying to flee the city by both land and sea. One such ship has been scuttled and its occupants hanged after the captain refused to turn over his passengers.

Some might have discarded their distinctive tabards, but as a force they are finished in Narleen.

rolled 23 = 23

>>18042060
"I'll pocket it for the time being. For now take your grand daughter home. If you'd like you can commit some troops to take the Ship in the harbor." (Is the Brother's ship still there?)

rolled 41 = 41

>>18042079
Yes.

I hope we get them as slaves so that we can sell them.

>>18042077
You could ask for an upgrade in license, to second class trader, so that you might buy and sell sex slaves as well as common slaves. You could ask for a ship from the captured vessels. Or you could ask for money to invest in any number of endeavours.

The only other urgent goal you can think of is the capture of Jericho, the legendary haven for escaped slaves. Orion thinks he knows where it might be.

And of course the weirdness of the Stonesnake, the World-Killer, and your status as a 'crusader' what ever the hell that means.

>>18042091

The Brothers ship has been captured. Its to be put up for auction, as is the custom with the captured ships of criminals and outlaws.

>>18042109
How could we benefit from having a ship?

rolled 24 = 24

>>18042123
Well we'd have a personal ship we could use for our own endeavors besides the families fleet. Their ships seemed decent enough to cross the sea to reach the Imperial lands so there's that.

Doesnt a 2nd level license allow us to train gladiators as well?

>>18042123
Easier ability to travel, a necessity for independent trading outside the family, able to cut out the middleman in terms of importing slaves.

Taking up a career as a privateer even.

Its all up to you.

>>18042143
Can we have some side-business of buying and selling going on too?

Hmm, I think we will get an upgrade to license soon enough. Since it is mostly based on reputation (I think), with what we've done, they ought to upgrade us.

The ship seems good idea.

>>18042139
That's a first license. Gladiators are the cream of the crop when it comes to the slave business. The gladiator leagues spend a lot of money on quality gladiators, and they constantly need replenishing.

Its a lucrative, closely monitored market.

>>18042143
So a ship would give us the means to do more, but a license upgrade would give us the legal backing to actually do it without threat of having what we did to the Brothers happen to us; is this about the short of it?

>>18042166
Yes. More or less.

>>18042160
There was talk in the last thread about developing a side business with your sister, producing muskets and cannons. Its perfectly acceptable to develop a side business outside the family, so long as all the legal issues are met. (and even then, going outside the law is not uncommon)

>>18042203
Oh man. I remember her. The one who HATED slavery, right.

Hmmm. Having a ship that can carry the shipments of weapons would be beneficiary. On the other hand, we would need money for investment too... but I think our sis has that covered.

What do you think >>18042139 Servant of Emperor? Lets take the ship?

Come on girl. You gonna fetch some lovely coin.

>>18042284
Hey now! We run a respectable and LEGAL slave establishment here!
We're only a third-class slaver, and that slave is obviously Second-Class Merchandise. Do you want to get us hanged, you idiot?

rolled 55 = 55

>>18042284
We don't have license to trade pleasure slaves, man.

Anyway. Since Servant seems to be gone.
I suggest we ask for the ship and a competent, loyal crew to man it.

>>18042245
Theresa Zahak, she has been negotiating with Lord Jean Paravel for backing in the endeavour.

rolled 90 = 90

>>18042307
Seconding the ship, now that I think about it. We can always get a license upgrade as our reputation improves, but bringing in a new revenue source for the family is probably more important.

>>18042307
Yes but wouldn't it be safer to get the access to gladiators.

>>18042328
Gladiators require a First-Class Slaver license in order to get into the market.
We've got a ways to go before we can get there.

rolled 23 = 23

>>18042307
I say we take the Lisence.
The ship is going to be auctioned anyway, maybe we can buy it too!

>>18042340
Then more the reason to get working on it.

rolled 17 = 17

>>18042328
I think there were some sentiments to move away from slave trade in the previous thread. If we take the ship, then that route will become easier.
And our sister who we convinced to join us in side-business will be mighty pissed off if she learns that we decided to take license upgrade.
(also, these are not the only options we have, we could ask for other things too. I just can't think of anything)

>>18042307
You ask and you receive. Jacques Lupin is more than happy to see the Brother ship, currently nameless, transferred to your ownership and to recommend an experienced captain to man it for you.

Lord Jacques mentions that a captain under his employ named Brighton can be found at an inn called the Evening Tide. Tell Brighton Jacques vouched for you, and you would have your crew.

What is the name of your new ship, incidentally?

rolled 17 = 17

>>18042362
The Promise.

We say it's a promise to turn a profit from it, but really, it's a step in the right direction for the battle against the evil ones.

>>18042390
Good enough for me.

>>18042390
Sound's good.

>>18042398
How bout The Inscestous Sister. Let's make her happy and drop some winscest hints.

>>18042390
The Promise it is.

You take Orion with you to the Evening Tide. He bids a gruff but fond farewell to the girls. Its not far from the sight of the battle, being a well respected port for the more upper crust of sea dogs. A tall ornate building, with waves carved into the frames of the doors, it sees well dressed men and women coming out of its doors.

A far cry from the dives you had been frequented, but as you soon discover just as raucous within.

Dancing girls entertained, stripping off silken scarves as drunken men hooted and cheered, slamming tankards against tabletops. You scour the crowd for this 'Brighton'. Lord Lupin gave only a bare description, a tall red head sporting a pair of duelling swords.

You see no sign of such a person and wait at the bar. A serving girl, delightfully slim, sidles up beside you, offering a jug of honey-whiskey, offering something else entirely with her loose blouse and inviting smile.

>>18042450
Trying to engage you in conversation, she is quick to point out the various captains, but does not name Brighton amongst them.

>>18042462
Give the girl a small tip. We are not interested in her come-ons.
Ask other captains if they know of him.

Nostromo!

rolled 98 = 98

commit sudoku

>>18042476
why are we never having sex? are we gay?

>>18042489
Because we are busy at the moment?

>>18042489
Well, technically yes, we are, but that's not important.

rolled 14 = 14

>>18042489
We're of a powerful influencial family, we dont need to give it away to some whore that we'd need to pay for.
The last two times sex came up was a Bride coming onto us on her wedding night, and the two pleasure slaves that'd been cursed and we were tired.

>>18042476
You slip her a silver star and instruct her to move on. She pouts prettily, but is quick to latch on to Orion's arm.

Correcting the trim of your half-cape, you sidle up next to the nearest captain. The girl had called him Hawksmoor, he was a hairy ape of a man with a high pitched laugh that set your teeth on edge.

Attempts to engage him in conversation were rebuffed. It takes a hand on your rapier to get any cooperation out of him.

"Up there," he says, pointing to the dancing girl. A graceful red haired woman, she spun silken scarves off her lithe frame. "That's Captain Brighton."

>>18042534
"....Why is she dancing if she's a captain?
Actually, tell me what her reputation as a captain is."

>>18042513
I can understand not fucking our childhood friend on her wedding night, and I guess it /would/ be in bad taste to have a threesome with two beautiful slaves, if they were sad and what not.
But, I mean, we came down to this crazy house to look for a captain. He's not here, and this hottie is down to fuck. Also, OP never said she was looking for payment, or was a sex slave. She's a barmaid, and we're a good looking nobleman. Let's charm her up, and have some fun.
You'd think we'd want to loosen up after being in two seperate, bloody battles.

>>18042552
engagement night, sorry.

>>18042552
True enough.
But still, we came here with a purpose and look, the captain turned out to be a sexy woman!

>>18042548
"She 'was' a captain, 'til she fell into debt with the Lupin family. Made a few too many bad bets. It was this or the debtor's cells. Lucky for her she's got the body for it, I fell into debt once and broke my back on an Imperial ship for five years pulling an oar. Not good work, lucky to have made it out alive.

She ain't no whore though, just a dancing girl. Cruel jape on Jacques part though, makin' her dance. It'll be hard for her to get that reputation back. Pirates used to run in fear of her sails, but what man runs from a dancing girl, eh?"

>>18042552
Spending time on such pleasures would lower our defenses, it would be dangerous.

>>18042574
"Good enough."

Walk up to the podium, smile:

"Hey Brighton, get down from there, you don't need to dance anymore!"

>>18042576
oh, yes, woe is us to lay with a woman, for they are the devil and will fill our heads with needless thoughts. Feeling a woman's touch, even but a single time, will surely cause us to make a series of bad descisions.
>sarcasm mode activate

>>18042574
chuckle at the story, and and try to get the redheads attention, see if we can motion her over to us.

rolled 51 = 51

>>18042574
Hmmm.
That's actually a good gesture Lupin is making. letting her captain a ship again.

Call her down from the table, lets have a chat.

>>18042604
Actually I meant we wouldn't be wearing our armor.

>>18042623
I just imagined our char becoming so paranoid that he would refuse to sleep with a woman unless he wears full heavy plate armor.

>>18042599
She stumbles mid-dance, looking down at you with shock.

"Should of said," Captain Hawksmoor said with a vicious chuckle, "The bitch is calling herself 'Jocasta' to keep that reputation!" He hoists his cup and drains it with an ugly chortle.

Despite her shock she climbs off the stage. The men have stopped cheering, grumbles can be heard now as men stared daggers at you for ruining their fun. Brighton is glaring too, though she allows you to escort her out. She still wears enough to cover up the important parts, but the flimsy gauze was far from appropriate for outdoor wear.

You find Orion having his neck nuzzled by the barmaid, perched up on in his lap with her hands disappearing up his shirt.

>>18042636
That would be amazing

>>18042623
fair enough.
are we afraid of assinations?

>>18042637
offer her our cape-thingy. Let's be courteous to this lady, she will be captaining our ship after all

rolled 7 = 7

>>18042614
I have a bit of a propsition for you, and it will be unlike anything of the kind you make in this bar. You may have heard how the Lupin family had a daughter kidnapped, Well, i am Estavo Zahak, the man that rescued her. As for you, you fell into a bit of bad debt with the Lupin family i hear, but as a result of saving the lady Lupin, i won myself a Ship.

The head of the family asked for anything, and i need a captain. He recommended you, which means, he's willing to let you give up that debt im betting and work for me. It's a nice ship, been doing slaver runs mostly, and being who i am, it might stay that way. So how about it Brighton, do you want to take up the sail again, and sail for The Promise? S'what i named her actually."

If she agreed, lets take her out shopping for a suitible captains outfit. I cant very well expect her to sail in a scarf!

rolled 48 = 48

>>18042670
>anything of the kind you receive in this bar
i mean

>>18042637
"Orion, you having fun?
Eh, you deserve it."

Let him play with her while we talk with Brighton.
Get a table, and say to her that Lupin send you here, recommending her as a captain of our new ship. What does she say to that, or would she rather keep dancing?

>>18042670
that sounds a bit egotistical...

>>18042674
>>18042637
Seconding this. Keep it professional, simple and direct.

And for what Orion pulled off tonight, he deserves some down-time.

>>18042674
She's going to be captaining our ship, which I imagine will find a lot of use, whether it's slave trading or musket transporting. We need to start on the right foot with Red, here. Be courteous, and treat her like the great captain she was, not the dancer she's become. No ultimatum. No subtle threats.

>>18042714
Red's a good nickname.

>>18042674
>>18042673
>>18042670
>>18042660
You leave Orion to his fun with a friendly wink. He returns the gesture with an uncomfortable nod.

You remove your half cape and offer it to her. She sniffs at it, no doubt the stench of black powder still clings to it. None the less she fashions it into a band around her chest. Taking a seat, she kicks up her feet and glares at you, pointedly ignoring the cat-calls of nearby drunks.

You begin your proposition:

I have a bit of a propsition for you, and it will be unlike anything of the kind you make in this bar. You may have heard how the Lupin family had a daughter kidnapped. Well, I am Estavo Zahak, the man that rescued her. As for you, you fell into a bit of bad debt with the Lupin family I hear, but as a result of saving the lady Lupin, I won myself a Ship.

The head of the family asked for anything, and I need a captain. He recommended you, which means, he's willing to let you give up that debt im betting and work for me. It's a nice ship, been doing slaver runs mostly, and being who i am, it might stay that way. So how about it Brighton, do you want to take up the sail again, and sail for The Promise? S'what i named her actually."

She listens to it coolly.

Finally she speaks. "My debt is paid when I've paid it. Not you nor that old bastard Lupin tells me when I'm done. Consider me something of you personal slave until the capital to buy my freedom is raised. I'll work as your captain until then. Afterwards, we renegotiate. Sound fair?"

>>18042741
Grin at her. I like her spunk.
"wonderful! It will be an honor to be working with the great Captain Brighton! Shall we have a toast?"
Motion to the barkeep for drinks!

rolled 95 = 95

>>18042741
"You dont like being in anyone debt anymore do you? I accept you terms, now come on, let's go grab you some new clothes. My treat, call it a signing bonus."

After we get her new clothes fitting an officer, we should check out the ship. Did we get to keep cargo as well? Does that mean we have even more muskets?

>>18042741
Agree. It's a fair enough deal, and even if she decides to get her own ship when she buys her freedom, if we treat her fairly maybe she'll come work for us again.

rolled 28 = 28

>>18042741
>>18042789
>>18042794

How about we make the contract nice, legal and proper?
I want everything in ink and signed. At the stipulations for re-negotiating (like, she will not demand some outrageous high salary or something).
Then we also should insure our ship.

>>18042741
Seems she might be expecting a typical slave's wages and not the full-share for a captain. Or if she is planning on a captain's wage, just how big IS that debt of hers, anyway?

>>18042794
> Did we get to keep cargo as well? Does that mean we have even more muskets?

You'll have to negotiate that with the Watch.

>>18042789

You give her your wickedest grin.

"We are going to have a lot of fun Captain Brighton. Let's get you outfitted for your new job, something worthy of an employee of the Zahak family."

"Let's get out of this place, I'm wearing all I own," Brighton replied.

Orion has disappeared up the stairs with his little barmaid. You can fetch him, or head on with the Captain.

>>18042843
leave that old bastard to his young prey.
We shoudl move on, and help Red pick out someting to wear. Cue Fashion store montage!

Also, I propsition we take to calling her Red whenever possible

>>18042818
Large enough she had to sell her ship and she's still in debt. Thousands of gold leonines, which is 'yearly' in come for a well to do trading family.

rolled 89 = 89

>>18042843
>Orion
Let the man have some fun. He's earned some time off.

>Brighton
Let's get her some clothes fit for an officer and ship's captain, then to our lawyer (I think we had one on retainer, can't remember) to write up the contract, then to a public notary to have the contract notarized.

rolled 89 = 89

I still think we should work out a proper official contract.

rolled 76 = 76

>>18042865
>>18042843
Agreed!
Though if we have a boot knife of something, give it to her.
"You're not a slave, and i wont be calling you as such. You're a captain, and Lupin had a sick sense of humor when he stuck you in this bar. Now there's a chance someone could try to jump us when we're walking around, the ship used to belong to the Just Brother's, and an old employee might be stupid enough to try something.

>>18042865
you leave Orion to his fun. "So Red, what do you wear other than silk scarves?" you ask as you both exit the joint. She has a long proud stride, and pays no mind to the gawkers that watched her stride by half-clothed.

"Are you scared of drowning Master?" she asked. "I am not. On ship I wear a breastplate and greaves, the best I can afford, with gauntlets to match. Aside from that I dress for practicality. Do not concern yourself with dresses and silk. Leather and hardy cloth, something that won't be hard to replace."

She leads you to a store front, a humble tailor's.

"Everything I need can be found in any port," she gave a servile bow before ducking inside. It isn't long before she returns, outfitted in a louse white shirt with cloth trousers tucked into plain knee high boots.

"The only thing I 'want' are a pair of swords and a nice hat. See those and my armour delivered to the ship. Until then, I have a crew to gather." Even dressed so commonly she was still a striking figure, just a few scant inches short than you.

>>18042889
"Come find me at the Zahak offices, we'll have your contract drawn up!" you call after her as she strides away. She waves you off without looking.

>>18042942
>>18042949
That's a good captain.

Hmm, what time of the day is it? If our sister is at home, we should visit her and tell her what happened.

>>18042955
Approaching sunset, and you are exhausted. If you'd have to guess, you would say your sister is back at the apartment. Your brother Esteban is probably waiting to hear word from you.

>>18042980
Oh, I guess we shouldn't let our brother get worried then. Lets meet him.

rolled 20 = 20

>>18042949
A lot of moxy, and seems very independent. a boon, and a bit of a con as she doesnt seem to respect us much.

Can we even get breastplate and greaves? We dont even know her size. Never the less, we should send some of our men down to the Docks to the ship to guard it and her. There might be some sailors that remember her from the bar, in a less than desirable way (for us, not them)

>>18042980
drop by Esteban's first, he is our Captain. Don't stay long, however, we ned to rest if we've got a long day of sailing tomorrow.
>implying we should get some sea-legs

>>18043001
It's a good idea to outfit our precious captain with best equipment. But it's late, I think we should leave this for the next day and have her buy it herself (she would know better what to get)

>>18042942
Let's commission her a pair of blades from some high-class blacksmith. Something pretty and befitting of a Zahak family captain, but also practical on the battlefield.

>>18042988
He's back at the office, which isn't far from your own apartment. When you arrive you find your brother outside. Esteban is fretting like a nervous cat, twitching like he has an itch between his shoulders. When he sees you he almost jumps for joy, hurrying over to embrace you.

"Scared the living shit out of me little brother!" he pants, "I've heard all about that business. Dealing with the Brothers. Good for you. Heard you got a ship off Lord Lupin. Going to cash that in or add it to the family squadron?" He says the last with a laugh, but there is a familiar weasel look in his eyes.

rolled 10 = 10

>>18042980
Let's first report in to Esteban, and then let our sister know about our recent acquisition, and that our little dip in the arms trade looks to be feasible.

Also, while we COULD get breastplate, greaves, and swords for our captain, I'd feel more comfortable if we got proper measurements first.

>>18043036
Smile.
"Don't worry, I know what I'll do with the ship.

I just came in to let you know I'm alright. Today has been an exhausting day, I should rest. See you later, brother.
Oh, and you should take action and seize the opportunities made by destruction of Just Brothers. I'm sure you'll find a way to profit further from the situation."

>>18043036
"Brother, you've got that look in your eye, what are you planning?"
>>18043037
We'll take her on a shopping trip tomorrow morning. Treat her to breakfast, and find her the best arms money can buy.

>>18043070
He nods greedily. Esteban wasn't the smartest of men, but he knew how to produce an easy coin or two. No doubt he already had his scavengers out working.

You retire for the evening back at your apartment. There you find your sister lounging in the parlour, her blouse unbuttoned and her skirts removed to the last. She watches you pass with a languid eye.

Stripping to your waist and depositing your bloody clothing to be disposed of by the maids. You return to the parlour and take a seat beside your sister. It was a hot night, and despite having stripped down she still glistened with sweat.

You fill her in on the details and her eyes grow wide with delight. She wraps her arms around your broad shoulders.

"We're going to do this, Estavo," she murmurs tiredly into your ear, "We're going to save our family." She seems on the verge of sleep, when you untangle her arms her head flops tiredly onto your chest.

"Jean Paravel agreed to put up the capital," she said, "We'll have a fully staffed workshop by the end of the month. I know it."

just a thought, but the new... slave-captain didn't specify anything other than "two swords"?

Does the family have a favored/employed smith? (or, preferably, does MC have one personally?)
we should send her to the smith to have the breastplate and swords fitted and sized to her specifications.

>>18043218
The family has its weapons and armour produced personally by a talented old blacksmith named Julian D'Orsino. The Zahak family aren't charged up front, and have a long standing account with his workshop.

>>18043135
Quester, can you give us some background on the social situation? I can see that it must be pretty close to industrializing, what with the muskets and cannons, but I'm confused with the large families. Are they "clan" style, in which hundreds of people may have the same name and belong to the same Family, but have no actualy relation? Is it normal, or at least uncommon, to have siblings and cousins marry each other? Our sister seems to have become oddly close to us...

>>18043135
"That's great, sis. You seem exhausted, you should get some sle-"
pass out

rolled 69 = 69

Don't forget, we told Brighton to come to our office to finalize our contract.

>>18043247
Socially the upper class is very aristocratic, assembling itself into blood-related Houses with sometimes multiple branches along with minor 'client' Houses.

Its a bit different depending on where the family is from Nordlanders have more of a clan set up like you described.

Cousin marriage is completely a-okay, likewise fucking cousins. Sibling relations is considered a perversity of the Imperial old world and a social taboo. But at the end of the day the extremely rich and powerful can do whatever they want.

rolled 89 = 89

>>18043135
"That's excellent news, sis. You look exhausted though. Let me put you to bed."

And take her to her bed.

>>18043253
You give a large yawn, and before you can finish your reply you pass out from exhaustion. You awake some hours later on the lounge, curled up with your sister. Its raining heavily outside, with repeated flashes of lightning and the rumble of thunder.

A knock comes from your door, repeated and incessant.

>>18043310


will there be some hanky panky a la Rance, or are we going for long term seducing?

because I kinda like the captain already, and we do lack a , relationship shall we say to use as a excuse in various situations.

A "moustache" would be great, if you get my drift.

>>18043335
(do we have guards?)
Take the rapier and see who that is.

rolled 7 = 7

>>18043335
to our feet, throw on a shirt, and grab a knife.

"Who is it?"

rolled 27 = 27

>>18043335
Get a shirt, grab our weapon, or any weapon if our rapier isn't available, and call out "Who is it?"

>>18043343
sure , why not?

she seems more interesting than a soon to be wedded woman with a ally or two slave girls.

>>18043368
derp roll.

rolled 78 = 78

>>18043380
not roll
it's dice+1d100

>>18043390
why do you keep rolling anyways? I thought this quest used a mojority system

>>18043343
> will there be some hanky panky a la Rance, or are we going for long term seducing?

That is entirely up to you guys.

>>18043352
>>18043349

No guards, but there is a rapier at hand. You draw it from its scabbard and stalk across the flaw shirtless. Throwing the door open, you are greeted by the sight of a pair of young natives, a boy and a girl possibly twins. They look up at you with fear filled eyes and you feel a strange stirring within you.

"Crusader, come," the boy says in a broken tongue, "Duty, promise. You come."

The girl makes a sign with her hand you don't recognise. "Mambos Nualla need help. Say find Crusader. You crusader. You come."

>>18043425
If no one rolls its majority, if someone rolls they take priority. Ignoring obvious trolls of course.

rolled 62 = 62

>>18043428
"Give me but a moment." Throw on some actual clothes, grab a small purse of stars. Find out where we're going, because we might be able to grab some of our men on the trip.

>>18043428
More of this crusader business.

Should we bring along some men, or go alone?

Either way, we should get our armor back on, just in case.

>>18043428
Aw shit. It's that witch's mumbo-jumbo, right?

Go grab some appropriate clothes (rainy weather) and go with them.

rolled 69 = 69

>>18043428
Do we have a musket to take with us as well? do we even know how to shoot one?

rolled 39 = 39

>>18043428
> Rance/seduncing
we could go for a middle road. sadly i dont have the time to think of one. I am doing this while repeating for a exam, for this is glorious

>>18043380
thankyou kind annon. its been some long time since i rolled and diced on /tg/, and i have forgotten.

>>18043446
>>18043457
>>18043459
You grab a hooded cloak from the hook on the wall and throw it on. You have no armour at your apartment, its stored in the office, but you collect a purse and prepare to follow the natives.

You debate picking up some men on the way, but have yet to make up your mind.

>>18043468
You don't have a musket on you, but like your armour you can collect one from the office.

>>18043479
Too many men and we would lose the element of stealth.
Voting that we get 2 men at most, then follow the twins.

rolled 69 = 69

>>18043479
Do so. Better we have some extra eyes for whatever these natives want.
And forget a musket, it's pouring rain outside, the gun wouldnt fire with the powder wet.

>>18043479
get the armor. The musket is useless in the rain though.

rolled 99 = 99

>>18043489
>>18043479


We could ask the darn kids what it is.

If its a clerical, or administrative issue, we can solve it faster without armour and guns.

else we can go to the office.
Retainers ,might be a must although.

rolled 52 = 52

>>18043501
right, it's raining. Good point

>>18043501
>>18043500
You know where to find two dependable men.

A quick detour to the Mermaid's Cunny and you find Orion and Ben sharing a drink. Orion seems awfully pleased with himself, while Ben was scowling measurably. You don't even have to offer them extra pay or much of an explanation before they fall in with you.

The twins lead you on to the swamp. It seems different some how, sinister. In your childhood it had been a warm and inviting place, the only danger the sort imagined by a wild and irresponsible boy.

It was like a shroud that crept into your bones, weighing down your heart.

The twins lead on carefully, guiding your party through the treacherous swamp paths until you came upon the hut of Nualla the Swamp-Witch.

A sound could not be heard outside a vague pulsation, like a heart beat. The twins both point towards the doorway.

>>18043556
Are there windows? Try to peek in.

>>18043556
You also made a detour to collect your armour, a breast plate and gauntlets with a bell shaped helmet. A long red plume rose from the peak of the bell-shaped helm.

>>18043568
The windows are shuttered against the rain. The only entrance that you know of outside the door is a chimney.

rolled 24 = 24

>>18043582
use the door.

>>18043582
Carefully open the door, enough to peek inside.

rolled 14 = 14

>>18043556
Quester, this "Living God" is just that I imagine; a God that people around these parts worship? If so, lets mutter a little prayer under our breath

>>18043604
The Living God is the main deity of the setting. A vague Christ-like figure that may or may not still be around.

>>18043595
>>18043603
You say a brief, informal prayer to the living god as you inch open the doorway. Peeking inside, you catch a glimpse of something moving in the darkness, the vague outline of a writing body on the bed.

As you watch you notice it is more than one figure, but several. Writhing together, limbs entangled, a low moan rings out. You recognise Nualla in that moan, and something about it terrifies you.

>>18043635
Do the figure appear humanoid at least?

rolled 31 = 31

>>18043604
aren't we from a mercantile culture?

we don't pray. we promise payment and temple reverence or something. we 'trade' so to say...

If we are from a mercantile culture, we would not pray, but ask and offer payment.

>>18043654
You would judge as such from this vantage point. Its hard to make out clear details from a crack in the door.

rolled 45 = 45

>>18043635
Damn.

Bad end for those girls. Perhaps we should have swapped them, or at least accepted their offer, but alas we had not with whom.


Oh well, lets investigate and if we can end their suffering.
I suggest Fire.

Finally caught up.

Touchy situation this - but we wouldn't have been called were it not an emergency.

Kick the door in, sword drawn. Let the light pour in and sort out what's going on. Better to face an awkward situation than to risk someone's life.

rolled 12 = 12

>>18043635
can we determine what kind of moan this is? Is she just getting laid, and maybe these are her grandkids who think "someone's hurting gandma get help"

>>18043693
Even if that is the case, we'll still be in good standing as we took the call seriously and came here, rather than turning it down to do something else.

rolled 61 = 61

>>18043678
I'm against using "fire" here

and I'm rerolling this:
>>18043693

>>18043693
The moan isn't of physical pain, but like the sound a mother would make on finding their child dead. A sound of irreconcilable grief that rips into your heart.

>>18043678
i think you mistook some more relevant NPC for a slave girl delivered to that creepy guy.

rolled 82 = 82

>>18043682
>Kick the door in, sword drawn. Let the light pour in and sort out what's going on. Better to face an awkward situation than to risk someone's life.

Well, I don't have better ideas.

rolled 28 = 28

>>18043743
I dont think we shoudl kick the door in, but do move in sword drawn. Let's see whats wrong with the witch.

rolled 89 = 89

>>18043716
Alright, nothing else but to enter the home, with rapier drawn.

Would be nice if we had a lantern.

>>18043743
Mustering what courage remains in you, you give the door a hard kick, sending it flying inward. Striding in with sword drawn and cloak torn back to reveal you armour, you are greeted by the sight of two woman embracing Nualla.

You recognize them immediately, and shudder at the subtle changes. The black skinned Nubian had been named Silty. She was as tall and dark as ever, but her dark skin now had a slick, scale like quality. Her full, inviting mouth was drawn back to reveal thin needle like fangs. Her eyes were black pits.

The Nordland girl with the honey coloured hair had been called Hildi. Her skin had changed from a creamy milk to pure white alabaster. Blue veins, like marble, ran all over her body. Her body was just as inviting as ever, hypnotically so.

They look up at you without any recognition in their eyes, extended inviting hands. you feel a vague pull, but a fire within you burns it away. Their smiles turn to scowls.

Nualla looks up at you with wide, terrified eyes.

rolled 36 = 36

We should see about second class slave trade licence As soon as we can afford or politic/favour our way to it.


Then i suggest we aquire a large stock of pleasure slaves and instead of selling them we offer a long or short term rental, thus allowing our clientèle a better flexibility with their sensation for those of ample tastes , a greater affordability for those with a lower budget, and a greater security for the slaves.
( a buisness idea that we can sell to our sister and her sympathisers too, lessening the strain , etc, etc.)

This way we increase revenue, increase our market area, gain some good publicity, and even a greater loyalty from the slaves, since the renter has a certain accountability for their welfare, to us the owner. - thus severely limiting the chance of death and permanent injury of our slaves as well as decrease the cases of maltreatment.

rolled 16 = 16

>>18043798
DECAPITATE THEM!

poor girls

rolled 45 = 45

>>18043806
There was another big noble's daughter taken, lets cash in the favor from him for the 2nd class one.

Silty? Hilde? Nualla what happened, your crusader has come."

rolled 6 = 6

>>18043798
Aw man. There's no saving them it seems.

Sever their head with your sword.

>>18043806
That would be a good idea, if Slave Traders were allowed to operate brothels. The Brothel Keepers, the officially licensed guild, would like to keep it that way.

You 'can' buy a brothel, but its slaves would have to be purchased from a different slave trader.

rolled 9 = 9

>>18043830
>There was another big noble's daughter taken, lets cash in the favor from him for the 2nd class one.

Nah. The other girl was taken from a small-time tobacco farmer or something.

>>18043798
Shit. Call our men and attack these abominations!

rolled 98 = 98

>>18043798
"Nualla, what is this? Silty, Hildi, please move back."
Don't let our guard down.

>>18043830
When you say their names, the girls flinch as if struck. Nualla tries to pick herself up, but its as if she were held down by invisible bonds. The only sound she could release was the low, haunting moan.

Put away the sword, and ask Nuala if there's anything that can be done for them.

We made a promise that we'd save them.

>>18043851
You repeat their names again, and their bodies thrash in agony, strange cries completely alien to your ears ripping out of human throats.

rolled 42 = 42

>>18043860
"Silty! Hilde, get away from the bed! Now!"
They're mind might still hold a lot of the pleasure slave training, so probably easy to manipulate
"Orion, get in here, i might need you help..."

rolled 56 = 56

>>18043798
Hah! I knew the slave girls were involved!

Time to give them their last rites.


"Sorry, i could not have saved you form your terrible predicament. I suppose you dont want to be rid of the curse too, and let me do this the easy way, will you?"
>dialogue or Rapier poke

"Oh well, it never is - Although i must say, the new look just dose not do it any more girls. You really let yourselves go, i mean, your complexion is just terrible."

>more Rapier poke

rolled 23 = 23

>>18043875
Oh OH OH!!!

They told us about them, didn't they?
Like their past and dreams?

Recount those things that they said to us. Try to bring the girls back!

>>18043875
Huh. That might be working? Try to remind them of who they are maybe? I don't know. We barely even knew their names.

Keep trying I guess.

rolled 55 = 55

>>18043891
I meant, "they told us about themselves".

rolled 50 = 50

>>18043806
this is really not the time to consider these things.

>>18043798
"oh fuck." shout to your companions "steel yourselves men, save the witch!"

rolled 33 = 33

>>18043875
Continue saying the girls' names, begin recounting what they told us of their pasts, who they were and what they enjoyed.

rolled 51 = 51

>>18043848
What brothel? a On year rental, or five year rental or six month rental is not the same as a night at a brothel.

we are renting slaves not selling nights of pleasure.

sure they might not like it, but if we hire a lawyer first, in legal terms , we are in the clear.

There is not brothel being done, and this is in no way a competition to them, since it does not impede their function. we still carter to someone wanting to own a slave, not visit a pro for a night.

And considering the time scale i am certain they should not see it as a threat. Their operation is more , transient and lowbrow, shall we say, than ours.

rolled 93 = 93

>>18043891
On skimming the previous thread, it does not seem that they actually told us anything about themselves. A pity.

Keep saying their names then.

>>18043885
>>18043891
"Silty, Hildi, I know you both. You are girls belonging to my House. Get away from the bed, I command it!"

They flinch as if whipped, their bodies flopping down onto their bellies and crawling across the floor away from the bed.

"Orion, Ben, get in here!" your men came bursting in. The strange sight leaves Ben cursing his head off, while Orion grimly draws a knife.

"Silty, you are a proud woman of Nubia. Remember that. Hildi, you have the blood of Nordern stock. Strong and proud. Fight whatever this is." Their bodies jump and start with jagged motions. Hildi takes a staggered leap towards you, hands outstretched.

rolled 6 = 6

>>18043923


This is actually a FUCKING GOOD IDEA!

go for this if it does not work

>>18043889
>>18043913

rolled 13 = 13

>>18043946
"THE LIVING GOD COMMANDS YOU TO STOP"

>>18043946
Well it's definitely having some effect. Don't let them touch us though.

rolled 52 = 52

>>18043913
What are you on man?

Its allays time for more filthy lucre!
we will not rest till we have the largest company that supplies for vice, engines of death, education , slaves and loans.

If possible have monopoly on all that!

rolled 63 = 63

>>18043946
Grab Hildi's arms, continue saying her name and Silty's, and tell the men to grab up something we can use to bind the girls' hands and feet.

rolled 4 = 4

>>18043946
Dodge her attack.
If possible pin her to the floor and keep repeating their names and whatever you know of them.

Guys, we can't kill them. We need to take them alive to use them as evidence that the asshole we took them to (name escapes me) is practicing black magic and needs to be taken down IMMEDIATELY. We'll get full government backing against this asshole if we play this right.

>>18043964
You bellow it right in her face, just as her outstretched fingers are on the verge of gouging out your eyes.

She stops if a giant hand had grasped her and was slammed down into the ground. She let out a pitiful soft sound, like a sick cat.

>>18043979
You grab Hildi's arms and order your men to bind the girls. As they do so the twins dart past and kneel beside the bedside.

"Mambos Nualla," the girl said. Tears formed in her eyes.

Nualla let out a low croak.

rolled 68 = 68

>>18043994
Eh. Who's going to believe couple of slaves and swamp-witch?

>>18043996
Well, that seemed to work. Any chants, prayers that we know of?

>>18044019
You are completely winging this hoodoo stuff. The only person you know of who might understand what is going on is Nualla.

rolled 73 = 73

>>18044031
Oh well.

Hey, it seems the Darkness (shut up, that's what I'm calling it) is taking over Nualla too. Lets start recounting what we know of her too. We know her name, that she is a witch or something, we know that she was a stunning beauty in her youth and we had some hanky-panky with her.
Umm... what else could we tell?

rolled 21 = 21

>>18044019
At least we will have something to research. their condition, how, what lore sais against it.

our sister may help us with some library hunting, and the swamp witch might contact her spirits or knowledge in regards to them

Perhaps even cure them and find what the fuck went on in there, so that if we must we are prepared and know how we should or might defend ourselves against it.

>>18044019
BS, he already has a reputation as being a frightening and super creepy dude. An allegation of pracitcing black magic and bringing forth a couple of monsters - whom witnesses can provide testimony that they were human before entering his service - would be enough to scare the fuck out of people. Enough to get a mob with pitchforks and torches going.

Not to mention their severe reaction when their names are used.

>>18044070
Good point. We should make it as public a spectacle as possible, so that if the government is in on it, or doesn't want to deal with it, or feels that there isn't enough evidence, a massive mob of townspeople form to go burn his house down.

rolled 1 = 1

>>18044063
and our doctor might have a few ideas. never underestimate renisance medicine, they were crap, but in contrast to other people he, our sister and the witch are as close to a scientist as we got, and we have ourselves a low level hunter party here.

well, more like a entourage, since we like our gladiator and sister more.

rolled 2 = 2

>>18044084
>>18044070
going openly and in public against the Imperial representative is tantamount to suicide. we need to not be the ones raising hell, or at leat not connected to us, or we could be facing serious reprisals from homeland, and i think we dont want that.

lets see how and what this is at first, and how we can use and abuse it first. then go on plotting on how to put it in practice against the creepy fuck.

>>18044056
After binding the girl-creatures securely you join the twins at the bedside. Taking Nualla's head in your hands, you see the despair in her eyes. She seemed to have aged terribly, her skin was like paper and her hair like reeds. You recount what you know of her softly, whispering the intimate details into her ear, repeating her name, trying to draw her back.

Her breath comes in ragged wheezes, heavily laboured. As you talk the despair begins to leave her, a smile starts to spread across her face. She grows warm in your hands, and her breathing grows more easily.

"Crusader," she sighs. Lifting a wavering finger, she digs it into your chest, "World-killer. Promise." She smiles happily. A gasp leaves her body, her eyes widen in exhilaration. Then her face slackens, her chest stops moving, and breaths neither ragged nor smooth leave her. Her body grows cold. There is nothing left of her.

The twins cling to each other, bawling their eyes out. You find tears in your own eyes.

>>18044110
If the Empire has any goddamn sense at all, they'll disown the guy immediately. Someone turning people into literal monsters is NOT something that townspeople will let lie if they know about it. Normal folks will not abide by this sort of supernatural crap if they know that it's harmful, and in their midst. If the government tries to defend it, then you may even have a full-blown revolution on your hands.

rolled 77 = 77

>>18044123
Aww FUCK.
Now how will we learn magic?

Okay, no time to despair. How are the slave girls doing? Are they still taken over by the monsters?

We might need to continue to speak their names and whatever little we know of them.

rolled 28 = 28

>>18044123
That seemed to work for the witch; let's see if it'll work for the girls. Work on one, then the other. See if they will respond to us saying their names, see if we can draw them back.

>>18044110
>>18044145
Stonesnake has nothing to do with the Old World Empire. He is an associate of Nova Leon and King Louis.

As explained by Lord Branagh:

"That man there is the new envoy from King Louis, taking a seat at our council. They call him the king's representative. What a load of horse shite. He's here to oversee something. Something bigger than just the overflowing seats of our council. They call him Artur Gaulle. I met him thirty years ago when he was going by the name Stonesnake. As venomous a monster as you might expect."

>>18044175
Problem solved, let's take this motherfucker DOWN.

>>18044152
The girls are silent, withdrawn. They still possess physical deformities, and when noticing your attention Silty gives a cat-like hiss.

>>18044166
You take Silty aside first, and try to do as you did for Nualla. The native girl however steps forward and takes you by the hand. She shakes her head.

"Different with them," she says, "Need more. Need um, more power."

rolled 98 = 98

>>18044184
Shit. Now what?
Maybe tell them our last moments together or something?

Fuck, why did the witch have to die? She could have helped us here. Ask the kids if they know anyone else with voodo-majic.

>>18044207
What does she mean? More power? Do we need to shout at them?

rolled 50 = 50

>>18044175
Oh?

In that case. Lets assassinate the fuck.

cleaner, less casualties, and without that much of a spectacle. Plus we might find something of his contacts if we can seize or raid his house. for any letters or watcha have.

curing the girls might get us the Intel we need on the house. and if we keep them as our own , since obviously, if the good owner mr creepy has not procured any documentation for their release or disappearance, they were abandoned.

Keeping them way out of sight, until we get to second level licence or kill the fuck would be best advised

>>18044207
Take out our hyper weapon?

But the native girl seems to have an understanding of this curse so best ask her some questions about it.

>>18044218
You ask her what she means.

"You mean louder?" you ask, "DO. YOU. MEAN. LOUDER?"

She gives you a baffled look. "No louder, power."

She frowns and looks down at her feet, hands clasped before her.

"Um, kill life. Power enough to clean. Or you hmm," she blushes deeply and makes a motion with her hands, a finger through a circle. "That is good source of power." She kicks her feet nervously. "I can make either. Clean soul."

rolled 35 = 35

>>18044249
Wut.

We are not going to fuck these abominations infront of the kids.. and our men.

Eh, just kiss Silty or something.

>>18044272
There are multiple ways, blood sacrifice or sex (life or death) and maybe another way if you can find another expert. You have the girls tightly bound and which ever you choose it doesn't have to be here.

>>18044249

Do the thing with the native kids I guess.

rolled 14 = 14

>>18044249

So things i dont really want to hear but are supposed to happen:

Please tell me that we dont have to fuck the little girl.

Please tell me that we dont have to fuck the two girls and get ourselves infected with whathave you

Please tell me we dont have to fuck our burly men.

that or kill two people,

Or let them be.
Of all of those , we could have a fucking orgy... we are three men and two slave girls, leaving the two natives to do the majick. one for each girl.

rolled 56 = 56

>>18044287
Oh lets bound them properly then and have the kid explain us in more detail since I'm confused.

Or blood sacrifise, that works too. Just cut our hand and pour our blood over them?

rolled 36 = 36

>>18044249
>>18044287
Let's ask the native girl what her method entails.

In any case, I'd prefer to do whatever we need to do in the safety of our manor, someplace private, rather than here in the middle of the swamp.

>>18044307
>>18044306
Okay, this will need a bit of OC extra detail.

She's around fifteen, so its still unpleasant but not paedophile little girl disgusting. All you need is the energy from the sex, you don't necessarily need to be the one doing the fucking, or fucking the channel (though that makes it stronger).

And for a possession this strong its going to have to be a mite more than just a slashed palm. Not necessarily a 'person', but something substantial.

by the way, are we the only one who can do the romancing or can our boys do this to work.

rolled 90 = 90

>>18044287
but it would be best if done as soon as possible, right?


How old ar the natives. just to see if they are eligible to do or witness it, although only the former is of any concern ,since they clearly know of it, and what it must be done.


I do suggest some sex. and since we are the crusader, we might be the only one slightly immune to the taint, thus if the native girl is not eligible for sexual intercourse, we are the only one and have to fuck the slaves.

our men might get infected, so i dont want to risk them.

>>18044348

oh nevermind it has been answered already. I guess we should ask that girl for consent?

rolled 15 = 15

>>18044346
I'm still uncomfortable with having sex right here, right now.

I suggest we bind the girls tightly for now at least.
Fuck, if we HAVE to fuck, then at least tell our men to go back or something, that you'll take this over from here.

rolled 15 = 15

>>18044346
well, she asked for more power.

Lets give her more power. conduit + crusader ought to yield the most, thus give us the greatest chance of success,without killing or maiming someone for life.

She is 15 for gods sake, i am certiain mos of us had sex then. Lets not beat around the bush. ask her if she is up for it.

If she is we do the girl. else we do a slave.

End of story.

>>18044367
You don't have to do it right now. It should be no problem taking them back to your apartment. explaining it to your sister might be a little difficult.

>>18044374
I was 16 by the time I got my first, but it wasn't because that was the first age I wanted it at.

Actually, we could ask if either of our boys would be more interested in the proposition. Maybe one of them is an ephebophile or something.

rolled 2 = 2

>>18044382
I'm more concerned that there are two of our men here with us.

If they weren't here then it would not be that bad.

>>18044391
I think it has to be us, the Crusader.

>>18044374
You ask her for a bit of clarification, with a bit of awkward pointing and hand gestures.

She gives a shy but firm nod. "I channel your power." She looks up at you and gives a nervous smile. "I am trained in this," she says.

rolled 37 = 37

>>18044362
No , we are going to rape our magic support /sarcasm
Of course we do that!
>>18044367
And of course we have the slaves bound so tight that they cant even wiggle. Still , i think we should have our men inside , to incapacitate the slaves, in case they break free due to supernatural or something.

and the native boy as look out for anyone approaching the hut. - we dont want him witnessing his sister passionately fucked and orgasming all over the place.

shouldn't we... ye know, not fuck in the room where the dead witch is? seems kinda disrespectful.

>>18044374

>She is 15 for gods sake, i am certiain mos of us had sex then

...For real? I mean, I know I was a late bloomer, but wat? I'm pretty sure the figure I'm remembering from somewhere is 60% have by the end of high school, which means at fifteen it ought to be a good bit lower than that.

rolled 50 = 50

>>18044405
Have sudden revelation that Nualla used you in your youth to take your SEX energy.

...Damn.

>>18044405
Well, I feel a little better about it if she isn't a virgin then. Let's tell our boys to step outside and do it.

>>18044410
Who do you think she was training with?

>>18044405
So, shes done it before.

now i am less uncomfortable with this.


Ok, lets do this! Lets channel our power into her!

>>18044414
That they'll admit to adults.

In my area at least, 50% by freshman year. At least.

>>18044391
Ben gives a snort of laughter. "I got someone back home, and she ain't my type. Sorry boss."

Orion just blushes and shakes his head. Not the response you expected from the grizzled Cyclops.

The boy gives an angry snort. "What, you think my sister ugly?" he claps a hand to his forehead and gives a clucking curse in his native language.

>>18044441
"No, I think she's just too young for their tastes. Mine too, if I'm honest. But I'd rather do this thing than the other thing."

rolled 45 = 45

>>18044405
Passionate sex with the nubile witch. A-ok

Lets make sure the training is soon forgotten and rendered obsolete, i hope we wont disappoint. - we should have considerable skill in this, after all as a slave trader...

rolled 77 = 77

>>18044441
"Argh, fuck it.

Everyone, get out."

...

"Alright, lets do this."

rolled 63 = 63

>>18044441
That was so not the consensus.

Now confirmed for delicious incest.

teasing the boy might prove entertaining.

rolled 53 = 53

>>18044467
Also mutter "this is stupid"

rolled 13 = 13

>>18044467
Slaanesh Wills eet!

>>18044420
"Everyone out" you order. Ben gives a nervous laugh as he skips out the door, followed by Orion shaking his head. The boy gives you a disturbingly serious thumbs up as he exits.

Once alone with the girl you start to feel a tad nervous. She's a pretty little thing, with the light amber skin and raven dark hair of the native people tied into two thick black braids.

"What's your name?" you ask.

She frowns, rolling a complex sound around in her mouth. "Dawnstar," she says with a wide smile.

"Estavo."

She doesn't wait, she hitches up her shift and pulls it over her head. Her red-brown body is shapely, her hips were wide and breast supple. You fumble with your belt when she kneels down before you. Taking the clasp in hand, she worries it free and slides the belt out from around your waist.

(how far should I go? I'll fade to black if that's what y'all want but I'm perfectly comfortable continuing)

rolled 3 = 3

What's wrong with the boy?


fine, lets fuck his sisters brains out, so that she finds his dick totally unsatisfying afterwards

>>18044504

i'd say fade to black after that lovely exchange. WE WANT RESULTS!

rolled 49 = 49

>>18044524
yeah, this.

>>18044504
continue. I am fine with all the way too.

>>18044504
cont.

>>18044504


Continue but also results. I am greedy that way.

>Leavitt tifinrem
What cacha? I dont even.

rolled 48 = 48

do whatever you want op

I don't care one way or the other.

>>18044504

Fade to black. But we better had fucked her good though.

>>18044556
Yup. You the GMan. you do what you want.

rolled 77 = 77

I must say. This is just like in my Chinese cartoons!

>>18044644

did Quester just up and left?

bummer.

>>18044686
Calm your nips, he's just writing.

>>18044711
They are hard! They cannot be calmed!

>>18044556
>>18044537
>>18044543
>>18044555

(Frankly, I would like to point out how okay people are with the graphic violence as opposed to graphic sex. Ad that is all I'll say on that)

She draws you forth from your britches,large and thick in her soft hand. She gives you a nervous pump, slow and firm. She claimed she was trained, but she seemed inexperienced to you. Her lips quivered a little as they closed around you, drawing you deep into her mouth.

You let out a sigh. The two bound creatures let out low growls. You keep her from going too far, and draw out with a wet noise.

She looks as if she might say something, but who kneel down and push her back. Your tongue closes around the soft mound just above the slit and she lets out a sharp breath. You feel her body writhe against you, her muscles moving under the skin, tightening and relaxing in a subtle rhythm. The bound girls begin to spit and snarl in agitation.

You move your large calloused hands across her tight stomach, up to cup her supple mounds and trailing towards the very peak of her nipples.

"More," she moans, "Need it now." You keep up the tongue work until she is truly panting.

With shocking force you bring it up and into her. She lets out a sharp but delighted cry. You work her body, hitching one of her legs over your shoulder until she's in a sweaty lather.

The beasts are roaring and raging, thrashing at their cuffs.

>>18044736
You grab her other leg and lift it up. You take her by the ankles and raise her almost entirely off the ground. Hard and fast you work. Dawnstar's eyes are wide, her lips parted and panting. You feel her orgasm before she does, her legs wrapping around your back.

Half standing you drive into her again and again until she is brought to orgasm again, her hands stuffed to her mouth to muffle the scream of delight.

you feel a surge, and just before you finish she brings her feet around and pushes you out. It comes out thick and heavy, right across her face and waiting tongue.

You fall back, sweaty and panting. Wearily she crawls over to the two women. They spit at her as she takes the sperm from her tongue and inscribes it on Silty's forehead. She does the same for Hildi.

Their eyes roll to the back of their heads sharply, and they collapse. Dawnstar does the same, giving you a tired but immensely pleasured smile.

(and that's one way exorcisms work in this universe!)

>>18044736
>>18044746
I tried to keep it classy. I'm quite tired.

>>18044762
As classy as one can reasonably do such a thing. Good job, OP.

rolled 13 = 13

>>18044736
>(Frankly, I would like to point out how okay people are with the graphic violence as opposed to graphic sex. Ad that is all I'll say on that)

But that's because... um, ummm. That's because... uhh
....
I've got nothing.

>>18044762
classy it was, OP.

>>18044787
Americans.

>>18044746
BEST. EXORCISM. EVER.

>>18044787
That's because the United States is a nation founded by puritans that earned its nation through blood. It's a social remnant that's persisted to this day. Sex is dirty and forbidden, but violence is to be glorified.

>>18044822
More like....

*dons sunglasses*

an Exorcgasm, amirite?

I'm going to leave it here. Archived at sup/tg/:

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/18041141/

>>18044866
Awesome. Will you be on tomorrow, Quester? Really loving this Quest.

rolled 71 = 71

>>18044866
Aww, dang.

Hey, I hope you'll continue this OP.
When do you think you'll make the next thread?

>>18044883
>>18044879
If its anything like last time, maybe another years?

I'll aim for next week on Tuesday. My girl studies during the day and works during the night on Tuesday, so she rarely comes over. If I can squeeze it in early, I will.

I certainly enjoyed writing that sex scene more than I thought I would.

>>18044746

and that is how you use the power of love.

anyway, now that the whatever has been exorcised, we will probably take them in to protect them and learn a bit more about what the hell happened. where can we leave them? this shack is too secluded and to close to that monsters mansion, but your brother (and sister) will have a few questions if you take them home.

rolled 66 = 66

>>18044905
>If its anything like last time, maybe another years?

Hahaha-
but seriosuly, please don't.

Hope to catch you next time. At what time do you think you will be able to make the session? Please use 4chan time if you can

>>18044932
I'm terrible at time zones. Some time around Eleven PM, Australia time? That's UTC/GMT +10 hours according to the world clock.

rolled 43 = 43

>>18044968
Well... I dunno.

Right now it's 18:35 4chan time, so if you do some basic calculation you could conclude what time 11 Australia is on 4chan. That's how I do it ,at least

Ok that gives us a full week to figure out what to do next. that just might be enough. what was the to do list again?
-take care of this mess
-bring down the kings emmisary who is also a houngan
-set up a musket and cannon foundry with sister (who seems to have some less than platonic feelings for you)
- get your own ship running and seduce the attractive female captain
-find the fabled city of freed slaves to capture those buggers back OR set up a nationwide slave revolt
-and just rise to wealth and prominence in general

did is miss anything or was that it?

rolled 100 = 100

>>18045028
>-set up a musket and cannon foundry with sister (who seems to have some less than platonic feelings for you)
>- get your own ship running and seduce the attractive female captain
>-and just rise to wealth and prominence in general

I endorse these actions.

>>18045024
So, around 8 in the morning or something?

rolled 59 = 59

>>18045043
Alright. That means it's 16:00 hours where I am. Works out great to me!

Hey, if you can do it earlier, don't hesitate

Alright. See you next time, op!

Oh man, I just remembered. The next day we should visit Rikard and thank him for his invaluable help.