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rolled 77 = 77

>>19141816
I agree OP, there really ain't no party like a twelve year old's party... supple and innocent.

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You find yourself in a large, solemn looking hallway. Polished wood and the high ceiling makes every step audible, several doorways lead into long, windowed halls full of doors and turns, two staircases rise high above you to two more floors, and before you is a reception area. A woman sits behind the raised surface, scribbling on one of the many pages stacked before her.

Aged eyes turn up to you, peering over her gold rimmed glasses as you. For a woman so prim, in a rigid, navy dress and her grey hair pulled up in a tight ball that almost looks painful, no doubt your appearance is something of an anomaly.

"Yeees?" Her voice is surprisingly deep, seeming to rise slowly up along her throat.

>>19141852
"Good day.
I wanted to know how one can get Alchemy permit."

If she asks if we're an alchemists tell her that we are.

Also, we shouldn't really be spending our time here. We should prepare for the dance, we need some tutelage from Siobhan or someone else. I don't want us to make an ass out of ourself.

>>19141900

"Well, then... if you're a registered alchemist, you already have the permit to use and study the materials on offer from the Guild. I assume you mean that you want a permit to sell your products."

She sighs, reaching beneath her desk and pulling out a rather heavy tome. Clearly you are not the first alchemist to up and appear with his eyes on the money.

"Well, then, just put your signature here and I'll see what I can do."

She opens the tome to the first page, where a blank line awaits. Much like the book at the gates, as soon as you touch quill to paper, your signature, and that same pattern of burn marks appear. Then the pages begin to flip all by themselves. She turns the tome back in her direction as page after page spill over until it finally stops.

Glancing down, you can see your signature amongst many others. It also seems to have quite a bit of writing after it, but you can't make it out. Especially as she pulls it closer to herself.

"Well... you've only been a member of the Guild for a week, Mr... of the Lolua. In what capacity do you intend to serve as a member of the Guild? I can see you've only purchased the beginner's text... what alchemy do you know?"

>>19141981
"I can brew potions with relative ease, though I know only beginners potions at this moment. But than can change when I can afford to buy recipes for more advanced ones."

"Are there any requirements I must meet to be granted the permit?"

>In what capacity do you intend to serve as a member of the Guild?
Not sure what she means.
"I intent to travel far and wide, if during my travels I discover something that can advance the Alchemy further, I will certainly bring it up to the guild. Except for that, I'm not sure how else I can serve unless complying to the Law and studying the Alchemy counts as serving."

Should we tell her about the potion recipe that Ram gave us?

>>19142058

"Potions, hm?" She draws her fingertip over the text following your name. "Well, you haven't caused any trouble so far, apparently. If you simply wish to sell the produce you make, I'm sure we can arrange something or other. Certainly, I don't see the trouble in letting a young novice like yourself funding his own learning."

She pulls out a drawer, where a small, square slip of red paper, decorated in a pattern of a circle, containing smaller circles inside and some script you find illegible. She places the square over your signature and, taking the quill, dots her own ontop. It seems to burn for a moment, cinders travelling along the lines, before the signature disappears.

"This will allow you to sell your produce in any town or city, so long as you're not encroaching on the territory of another Guild-approved Alchemist's Imporium. If it's in the same town as a script merchant, that's fine. Worry not, they're not as widely spread as you might think. You're still not allowed to sell any recipes or texts published by the Guild, and we will know if you try. If you do find some research worth turning in, we are always open to purchasing said information and, if it turns out you have a knack for it, we even offer grants for further research."

She holds the red slip out towards you, a cordial smile on her lips.

"Will that be all, sir?"

>>19142186
"How will I know if there is an Imporium in the town? I assume I cannot sell in Vanthania, right?"

"Thank you Ma'am. That will be all for now."

>>19142259

The prim older woman stands from her desk, and leans over, gesturing to the circles containing the runic text.

"Here is a list of the towns and cities that have an Emporium. I know it's not easily read, but if the owner, or the legislator, that is, I, scores a quill over the parchment..."

And she does so. Once again, you see a pattern of cinders rise in her signature. Not only that, but some of the characters in the circle glow, too.

"And there you have it, you can see that you are currently in the territory of an Emporium, and you also have quick proof that you are one of the two permitted to have a copy of this. If you lose your copy, you can purchase a replacement from one of our offices for 1700 yee."

She returns to her seat, offering you one more smile as she turns back to the mountains of documents on her table.

"We of the Guild wish you the best of luck in your future endeavours."

Sorry my posts have been slow, but that's because I've been setting this up. Ta-daaa: http://nomadsland.wikispaces.com/Alchemy+Recipes

Captcha: 4 1/4-inch amusement

I think my captcha's saying something about you, nomad-kun.

>>19142386
"Thank you."

I can't find but feel that the permits are not so easily given but I don't want to question her why we're getting one so readily.

>http://nomadsland.wikispaces.com/Alchemy+Recipes
Sweet!
That is certainly to be useful. we should also copy-pasta all that text from the Alchemy book somewhere for easy reference.

>>19142386
Now go back to our friends. We need to prepare for the dance ask Siobhan's help or anyone else.

>>19142430

(I'll be sure to add a page on alchemy laws and such, but most of the practical information for practising real alchemy will be found there, the more you learn.)

Anywho, you leave the college after all is said and done. The sun is starting to get lower in the sky and you can't see the carriage you took anywhere on the road. However, there is a smaller one, a single horse carriage, waiting outside the college. As you approach, the young man standing by the horse straightens up. He wears the same robes as Shepherd Berram and the other Druid who drove you here.

"Guardsman Thol. I am Lewil, tasked to take you where you wish to go. The Green Maiden and her other guardsmen have left for your current residence. Please, step inside."

He opens the door for you. As soon as you step on, it closes behind you and the carriage begins to move, rocking you off your feet and onto your seat. Glancing out the window, you can that you are turning on the cobbles, headed further into the Culture District, rather than back to the Noble's District.

>>19142488
>The Green Maiden and her other guardsmen have left for your current residence.
Our residence is in Noble District, right? So where are we being taken?

Ask Lewil where he is taking us while checking if the door is locked or not. There are windows through which we can jump out, right?

>>19142519

The driver does not answer. The door is, indeed, locked, and the windows seem a tad too small for you to get out without dislocating a shoulder.

"Honestly, Lewil, I told you to -gently- turn, not frighten our guest to death."

Speaks a voice from inside the carriage. Yet there seems to be no-one there. That is until you see some odd goings on in the seat across from you. The air seems to distort, as if a mist is suddenly arising then clearing shortly after. As it clears, rather than an empty seat, you are left with an accompanying traveller.

You recognise him. It's hard not to, what with his stark bald head, blue eyes and features that seem sharp as a blade yet soft and peaceful like a cliff of limestone.

"Well met, Thol of the Lolua." Speaks Sir Emiel Ystregard, Advisor to the King.

>>19142602
"Oh.
To what do I owe this pleasure?"

>>19142623

The man chuckles, his hands folded in his lap. His age is rather hard to guess due to the presence of only a few, but very deep, lines in his features and he doesn't particularly carry himself like an old man, or a young one.

"For one who carries such a barbarous weapon, you are a rather calm minded young man, aren't you? Tell me, young Nomad. What are you doing out of the Reach before your time?"

>>19142670
"It is an unpleasant story, do you still want to hear it?"

Then tell him what happened to our tribe but be vague about our reasons for travel. We could just say that we were helping the man who saved us by accompanying his friend's son on the road, how we became good friends and continued to ravel together till we met Siobhan and Cu who hired us as guards after we proved that we can be trusted.

"If I may ask, what do you want of me?"

>>19142711
Why are we giving the guy who's kidnapping us our backstory. I'd say we find out what he wants first, then we decide how much to tell him.

>>19142725
He is the King's adviser and is some kind of a wizard. I don't think we have a choice.

>>19142711

He waves his hand slowly through the air, as if snatching the question you just asked.

"Worry not, Thol of the Lolua. It is not my intention to bring you harm. But you are a curiosity. Whilst Lady Voxellus may be charged with holding the peace in Higher Vol Itolstein, I am the one who protects and informs the King on all matters that require his judgement. You are an anomaly. I know the ways of your people and, as such, I decided to hear what you had to say."

He rests easier in his seat, his hands slipping into the loose sleeves of his robe, joining in the center. Leaning over, he glances out the window as you travel along the edge of the second level. Looking over the city, you see an odd looking sector, indeed. Between two of the sectioning walls, a great, gaping hole in the Earth rests. There are scaffolds and contraptions of chain, stone and wood all down the cliffs and an abundance of smoke rising from that District.

"Although, should you be asked tomorrow night, I would perhaps leave out the colour of the particular flames that murdered your people. There are some here who would misuse such information, should they know what it represents."

He shoots you a knowing glance.

"Is it common practice in Vol Itolstein to go to such lengths to ask people about their childhood?"

>>19142725

(Woah there, I didn't even know that a second dude was even playing. I'll wait a bit in future to let you guys talk stuff out. Brb for a sec, making tea, so next post might be a minute or two late.)

>>19142770
"Thank you for your advice.

I've been wondering though, is there any reason why the King took such particular interest in me, going as far as asking to dance with his daughter? I admit, I'm a bit overwhelmed."

>>19142777
Sadly I can't stick around, as it's 4am over here, so I guess you're be back down to one guy again unless someone else turns up.

>>19142770
"What can you tell me about the flames?"

>>19142788

The man's features soften slightly as he lets out a chuckle and slides his palm over the corner of his brow, as if to rub away the stress.

"Ah... the King is fond of people. Rare people, in particular. As a Prince, he spent a lot of time travelling and grew fond of the Equius Nomads. No doubt you remind him of his travels. I expect he will speak to you at least once tomorrow night. As for the Princess... let us say, he is also fond of teasing his children."

>>19142861

Despite the relative seriousness of the topic, the placid smile remains on his lips.

"The same any caster, historian or occult expert will tell you: the only green flame known to man is the Maya, power inherited by the Rakshasa, servants of the Asura. The Rakshasa have been in our sights for a while, now. Perhaps you may have heard, but there some murders in the Noble and Culture District as of late. We have reason to believe the Rakshasa were involved in this."

>>19142848

I feel ya, Eurobro. As a fellow Yuropeen, I apologise for the lateness. Normally I start at midnight, to get a good mix of late sleeping Yurps and evening Murka browsers. But that didn't happen tonight... feel free to check up on the archives and visit again. I'll be playing on either Saturday or Monday.

>>19142915
"I hadn't heard about that but I did hear that there have been many sightings of Rakshasa lately."


...
Hey, while have the chance
"Any advice on how to behave tomorrow? I've never been on royal gatherings, let alone danced with a royalty."

>>19142950

"Oh, I would not worry so much. The Princess... Her Highness's talents do not lie in the ballroom. Simply do as you see and she will, hopefully, follow. As for the celebrations, all you have to do is celebrate," he chuckles. "His Majesty does not often get to organise his own events so he uses the opportunity of his children's birthdays to provide some mirth and... variation. It has made him popular with visiting nobles. I imagine this is all strange to you, these foreign lands and ways."

>>19142997
"Well, having lived on the Reach for the entire life everything is strange to me." Smile.

..Well, I don't have anything else to ask unless he wants something else from us.

rolled 18 = 18

WOO! Nomad Quest. Sorry I'm late.
>>19142997
"So, I should drink fermented cow's milk and grain alcohol, and start a bonfire of chairs to dance naked around? Because, in the Reach, that's a celebration..."

>>19143023
Don't say that.
From what we know, Nomads are not barbaric like that. In fact, everywhere we've been, we've been treated like good and respected. So the Nomads of the Reach do have something going for then.

>>19143023

(Welcome, brah. Good to have ya.)

"I, too, have been to the Reach, Lolua. I can tell when I'm being led on a cat-chase." He smirks. "I would advise against dancing as you might have back home, however... mainly for the fear that His Majesty will follow and implore the rest do the same. The dances of the Reach are simply a little too.. energetic for many Vanthanians."

>>19143014

"I understand that... I was not originally from this country, either. I come from the North, over the Driscoll Mountains. Perhaps you may not have heard of it, as you are quite young, and not many speak of it, but I hail from a kingdom named Crostforst. And indeed, the way of the Five Western Kingdoms were particularly hard for me to get used to, too."

You seem to have come full circle around the second level, because you recognise these fancy houses and the fancy carriages travelling down the fancy, laid roads.

"Well.. we are nearing your accomodation. So... allow me one more question." He sits up from his seat and sits upright. Yet still he carries the expression of a mother nursing a babe. "I know that you are not truly a guardsman of the Green Maiden. So I ask, do you intend to follow her into Rooksland?"

Also, Alchemy Recipes page updated to include summaries of all currently known recipes.

>>19143132
"I have not fully decided on the matter but I am leaning towards it. Why do you ask?"

>>19143132
"I'm not entirely sure yet. It will probably end up happening, but hey, expect the unexpected."

>>19143132
"Nothing is sure right now. For now i am helping her and she is helping me"

>>19143153
>>19143198

"I simply think it would be a shame to lose one of such import in the name of a suicide mission."

Finally, the carriage comes to a slow stop.

"This is your stop, Thol of the Lolua."

The 'Druid' Lewil appears as the side again, unlocking and opening the carriage door for you. Emiel remains seated, but offers his hand to you.

"I hope we can use discretion in relating this conversation. I do not say it lightly when I tell you danger could come to either of us should the wrong ears get a hold of it."

After you step out, the carriage makes way again. You are standing before the gate to a single-floored, but rather expansive abode of white stone, perched somewhere in the middle of the rising Noble District. There is no carriage here, but as you glance through the window of the home, you see Eames in the kitchen, making use of an actual stove. The delight is palpable inside.

"Sir Thol!," you hear from beyond the gate. Siobhan appears from around the corner of the house, wearing a wreath of large, white roses in her hair. "Learn anything of use?"

>>19143273
"Nope
But now i can have some PROFIT"

>>19143273
"A little bit about the King but nothing in particular. Also, I got alchemy permit."

"I was meaning to ask you, can you give me some advice and pointers on how to behave tomorrow and perhaps some basic, appropriate dance moves?"
"Perhaps Eames can help too." We could have them two dance while we observe from the side if they'd like it.

>>19143329
Man, don't say that. It makes us seem to regard alchemy only as business venture. While that might be true, we just want to be able to cover our expenses.

>>19143348
Also, we never told Eames that apparently he is forbidden from reading the Alchemy book, have we?

>>19143329

Your mother would be ashamed.

>>19143348

"You... learnt of the King? In an Alchemist's College?" It takes a moment for the brow lift curiosity to slip off the girl's features as she shrugs, replacing it instead with a bright smile. "Well, I'm glad to hear you made some good use of your time. You should have seen the Gathering Tree, though. It was magnificent. Not as much space outside as the one back home, but my goodness, there were so many monasteries inside. I had no idea there would be so many Druids in Vol Itolstein, but they have literally hundreds of rooms in there!"

Then, as you sheepishly remind her that you would like dance instruction, she grins again. Still remembering how you huffed when Cu made fun of you.

"I would be glad to, Sir Thol, but I'm afraid I don't know much about Vanthania dance after all.. Eames showed me a few steps, though... perhaps we can learn together after we have our meal. As for behaviour... you carry yourself well, most of the time. But yes, I suppose I can help you. If you come with me to pick out a dress tomorrow. Something to go with this..."

She straightens the wreath on her head.

>>19143443
Sure we can go with her

>>19143443
Do we have to?
If we go, we should take Eames too.

>>19143457
we're actively trying not to romance her though it seems kind of hard.

>>19143476
Second this and dude this is a /tg/ protagonist they ALL have swag comes with the territory

>>19143550
Doesn't mean we have to lie down and take it. We got to resist sometimes.

>>19143569
I pretty sure we been resisting I'm just giving you the meta reason I guess

>>19143476

You mention your plan to take Eames, to which the young Druid vigorously shakes her head.

"That won't be necessary, Sir Thol. Just you will be fine. Besides, I have a surprise for you, anyway."

Her lips take on a coy little curve, before the window opens. The usual long-haired, bespectacled summoner leans out the window, glancing to you both.

"Good to have you back, Thol. Come in! I've prepared quite the feast, if I do say so, myself." He smiles proudly, before popping back in. As you turn to make your way inside, you feel Siobhan's fingers close on your wrist. Only momentarily. As you turn back, already she has tucked her hands behind her back. Her eyes don't quite meet yours.

"If you please... do not tell Cu or Eames? I don't want them to come to any rash conclusions. I've simply told them I'm going to get a dress myself."

>>19143599
Well Fuck

>>19143588

Not to mention, the Ram is kind of the patron Spirit of Swag. But hey, I'm not weighing in on this.

>>19143599
"Alright, I wont."

EAMES, WE ARE SO SORRY

>>19143618
>the Ram is kind of the patron Spirit of Swag

Oh? More info please?

>>19143599
>>19143621
Look guys
we will go, but we WILL NOT do her or whatever.

>>19143634
We kinda wanted Eames and her to get together but it seems she has a crush on us.
But yeah, we wont do anything.

>>19143628

It's just one of his things. Grace, dignity and beauty. Which is kind of swag, I guess. I mean, one of the Ram alchemical concotions is essentially Potion of Swag.

>>19143621

"Thank you." She beams and nods, gesturing for you to go ahead. She takes a moment as you move in, taking off her wreath and no doubt quelling the red that threatens to dash her cheeks. As Eames sets up the plates on the table, Cu stares at the decorations of the house with a certain confused intensity. Indeed, you've never seen so many easily broken things in your life. Soft chairs, tables with legs so curved and oddly shaped that they probably couldn't sustain the weight of a single person, plates that are, for some reason, suspended on drawers.

At least the dinner table is sturdy enough. And Eames wasn't kidding. A meal of mashed potatoes, roasted potatoes seasoned with all manner of delicious smelling herbs, some watery, dark sauce that you've never seen before, slices of tender rabbit meat, and that same kind of flavoured bread you had before, all heaped on your plate.

"I thought we may as well eat like nobles if we're going to live like nobles for a night." The chef puffs up his chest, taking a seat at one end of the table. Siobhan sits across from him, leaving you and Cu to take the other two sides.

"So... Thol," Eames begins again as he cuts into the excellently cooked meat. "Courting a Princess, huh?"

(WEE, LOVE MY ROUTER.)

>>19143804
Wait what Eames?

>>19143808
He's talking about King's daughter

>>19143804
"Yeah... that was weird. Apparently the King loves people from the Reach and respects them. He has traveled a lot as a young man and seemed to take liking to the Nomads.
Really, I'm surprised myself."

"Don't care what Cu thinks, but I need some dance pointers for tomorrow. I don't want to make an ass out of myself"

>>19143829
Second

>>19143829

You panic for a moment and briefly flirt with the idea of jumping out the window, but you realise Eames is referring to Princess Tessa.

"Oh, it's not so surprising," Eames replies, pouring a pitcher of wine into some rather pretty goblets. You're not sure what use these goblets have for gems in them, though. "Your people are rather well accepted back home in Settehem as well. No doubt that was why Mr. Nowell sent you off with me in the first place."

He hands the goblets around, passing one to you. Siobhan furtively sips between small portions of food. After you mention the dancing lessons planned, Cu clears his throat.

"Actually... I may have been... rash in my, urm, mocking. I suppose. I may, urm. Need lessons, too. I've never been much of a dancer, and apparently, we're all expected at the party tomorrow night. I don't know if I'm even going to dance with someone but... if a challenge arises, I cannot let it pass."

He gives a stout nod before digging into his food. You do the same. And soon wonder how you have never tasted this sauce before. It's savoury, it's sweet, it soaks into the potatoes to make a delicious, moist treat and drips from the meat, giving it a rich texture.

"Well, it's decided then." Eames holds back a chuckle for the sake of not getting punched by Cu again. "We'll have a little lesson tonight. We'll be switching partners to make sure you all get the timing individually, so Cu, Thol, don't go getting too cosy with eachother."

>>19143933
>"so Cu, Thol, don't go getting too cosy with eachother."
"We'll try." say dryly

>>19143968
So cold Eames

Show Cu the dance of our people, surely he can handle our energetic dance! After dinner of course.

>>19143968
second

>>19143968

Your blow hits Cu hard, and he almost dies, battering his fist against his chest. Eventually, a chunk of meat lands in his goblet.

"Gods be, Nomad, whose side be you on?!" He picks the meat out from the goblet and, not one to waste a good piece of rabbit, especially not when its soaked in wine, he eats it again.

You all finish your meal, full with such rich food and sweet meat that for a while, no-one is able to move from their table. So instead, you lounge around for a while. Eames glances over his Fireball scroll, yet again. Siobhan pours herself a second glass of wine. Cu's chair creaks for help.

"You know... I've realised that we're now half-way towards Homme. And the second half of the journey will be even quicker, now that we have a proper two-horse carriage," Siobhan muses as she swirls her goblet around, green eyes half-lidded as they watch its movement. "It hasn't really been very long, at all... but I feel like we might've been travelling for months."

The vertically challenged guardsman sighs in reply.

"True. Pains me to admit, but you two are doing well by my records. So... here's a toast. To Princess Tessa. For giving us an excuse to celebrate just once before we hit the road and eventually scatter off like dust in the wind."

He raises his goblet, as do the rest of you.

>>19144092
Well, Eames and us, assuming Siobhan doesn't tear our friendship apart, will probably stick around...
We could probably bring Cu along too, but maybe he'll be uber loyal to Siobhan...
But I think Siobhan is probably going to go back to being a princess, or go be dead somewhere, or sneak off with us. Oh yah, she was going to sneak off with us.

Anyway, toast, down the goblet, start doing the nomad wiggle to initiate dance classes.

>>19144092

"It was an eventful journey."

>Eames glances over his Fireball scroll,
We should ask Eames to teach us the wolf summoning. Sure he loves it much but with all the dangers we will face in the future it would be stupid to not share things that can help us out.

>>19144126
Second

>>19144125
second this as well

>>19144126

"It will probably continue to be one, too," Eames replies with a certain tired stress in his voice. Yet he is clearly smiling.

Soon, you begin to help clean up. Cu washes the dishes as Siobhan wobbles into one of the rooms for a nap and Eames lounges on a strangely long seat in the parlour. He tells you it will be a couple hours before you all start practising. You can tell by his tone that he's rather looking forward to it. You mention the Wolf summoning, and he glances up towards you.

"Hmm... well... I suppose I should, hm?" He clears the room for a moment, soon returning with the scroll, which he hands over to you.

"Oh, I was thinking of tomorrow. Our plan." he leans towards you, glancing over his shoulder at Cu. "Siobhan is going dress shopping in the morn, but she should be back by noon. All four of us should travel to the Commerce District. Then, you and Cu split off from us to meet Silver Guin in that tavern, whilst I'll ask Siobhan to help me look for an incitement rod. Then... whilst we're looking, I'll ask her. Sound good? Oh, also, do you want one?"

>>19144273
I have no idea what a incitement rod is but I love me some free stuff

>>19144273
Fuck man.
This is setting to be some NTR stuff

>>19144273
"An excitement rod? Look, man. I mean I'm on board and all but really, pick that up tonight and have it ready. If you can't perform, it's none of my business, but just a little preparation, okay bud?"

>>19144321
Won't be if we shoot her down. You DON'T have to say yes and for all you know this is a misunderstanding

>>19144344
Second this all the way

>>19144273
"What's an incitement rod?"

"Also, when telling her to leave her duty be.... well, I dunno, but know that it is quite obvious that you have taken liking to her. So be careful when making your proposition lest she takes it wrongly"

>>19144321
yeah, lets tell him that she asked us to accompany her to buy her a dress. I know she asked us not to tell but, hell, I don't want to ruin our relation ship with our bro. Bros b4 hoes man, and besides, we knew him first.

Look around to see that no one can hear you.
"Eh, listen, Siobhan told me to not tell this to anyone but I would feel like an ass if I didn't tell you, so try to not let it know that I told you, alright? She asked me to accompany her when she goes buying her dress tomorrow. I tried to get out of it but she insisted. I hope you do not mind."

>>19144377
[me again]
Oh damn. I wanted to add, use the that line about going to buy a dress with Siobhan only if someone supports it.
Seems like a semi-important decision so I wouldn't want to be solely responsible for the fuck up

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>>19144344
This.

>>19144321
Nope this is Netori

Netori are games where the protagonist steals the lover or wife/husband of someone else.

Different from Netorare where the protagonist's lover gets stolen.

The more you know.

>>19144344

Eames starts to stutter and stumble over his words like a baby duck trips on a cobbled road. Suddenly he starts dropping everything, scrolls, glasses, his bag.

"W-, I.. n-now just wait here a moment, I SAID IT WAS-"

>>19144377

You gently let him return, placing your hand on his shoulder and making it clear you heard him well enough. He grumbles and begins to pick up the mess he made. Indeed, he seems to do just fine without said rod of excitement.

"An INCITEMENT ROD is a rather common tool for casters. It lets us cast much easier, depending on which source we use. I'm planning to get a Rod of Will. It's best for spells using the Soul, and since I want to be able to help more in the many fights that are no doubt down the road... I figured it would be useful. Plus, we'd be able to use much less ether on our horse shifts."

Then, as you mention his intentions, and the mechinations that might be behind it, his complexion deepens somewhat, and his brow takes on that grim expression once more. He may not be blood related, but you can certainly see that Eames got certain traits from the Captain.

"I've thought long about this, Thol. It's not about..." He retrieves his glasses, straightening them before glancing back at Cu. The man is happily whistling, but surely he should've been done with the dishes by now. And why is he making pouring gestures? And drinking gestures? "My feelings for the Princess... for Siobhan, I know what they are and I'm not afraid to admit it. But I'm not a lovestruck boy. I don't want her to die, Thol. Every night, I lie awake thinking of what kind of fate awaits her when she travels to Rooksland... and I know that there are fates worse than death up there. Worse and beyond..."

>>19144509

.. but... it still fits the 'NTR' abbreviation.

Not that that's what's happening here.

OR IS IT?

>>19144526
Oh my goodness, the only thing that could've made his reaction any better would've been if he had pasta fall out of his fanny pack.

Anyway, go serious mode, nod head solemnly. "Since your intentions are honorable, I will agree. Oh, by the way. Siobhan-" Glance at Cu "-asked me to go dress shopping with her, in exchange for lessons on nobility. Maybe we can incorporate that into the plan somehow?"

>>19144532
True enough but that abbreviation sucks if it can be use for two different words that are exact opposites of each other.

>>19144532
Well, we're not actively trying to steal her. In fact it is the opposite, so I guess we can't call it that.

>>19144526
"Indeed. I question that mission too. They sent her with only a single guard, knowing that they will be in great danger. It is like they knew she wont survive her mission. Don't you think that it is strange?"

>>19144575
Oh, someone else wants to tell him about shopping trip. Make sure he knows that we weren't to tell him that but because he is our bro, we were willing to break the promise lest there are going to be any misunderstandings between us.

>>19144575
>>19144599

"They say a Druid that receives the full extent of the Ram's blessing has the power to grow a forest in their wake. I am sure Siobhan could wield such great power... her devotion is clear. But if what Nomad Hawne said is true, the Druids have visited the north before. And rather than stopping the curse, they imprisoned a Goddess... as I've said before, Thol, we know our course is true. I believe in your path. I can't say the same for the Druids..."

When you mention the shopping trip, for a while Eames stares at you.

"..."

Then a long sigh leaves him, his shoulders deflating as he shakes his head.

"Well, for one, you probably mean 'etiquette'. You can't be taught nobility. But... well." He places his hand on your shoulder. "Not to be rude, but I simply think I have a better chance with the princess than you do."

"In convincing her to join us, I mean."

"So you should possibly... let me handle this one?"

>>19144675
"Can't be taught nobility? Please, as if someone's breeding matters." Dismissive wave of hand. "Eames, don't worry about a thing. I'll pal around with her in a perfectly platonic way and then she's all yours for the convincing."

>inb4, we sleep with her.

>>19144675
Well
Okay
We really need though those "etiquette" classes

>>19144675
Fine let him if he want to

>>19144675
"Of course, if you think that is for the better."

well, I'm glad he is taking this better than I thought he would

>>19144756
He was a bit condescending about it, but I'm all for obliviously bumbling through this situation, as part of a clever ruse.

>>19144675
"Oh lordy lordy you're so right Eames I has no "etiquette" I guess I'm just some dumb nomad. Hell I can't even count my toes."

>>19144728
>>19144731
>>19144756

"P... 'platonic'? Well, of course, we're not trying to...! You're doing it again. I'm going to practise my Fireball, you... stay here and learn how to summon. I'll -think- about getting you an incitement rod, should you want one."

He proceeds out the door. Then sticks his head back in before it closes.

"And if you try peeking on Siobhan when she's dressing, I assure you, I'll knock you about the head you so hard..." He pushes his glasses up. "... you'll earn the title 'Balanceseeker'."

And with that, he pops out. You have about enough time for two attempts at learning the Summon Wolf scroll before everyone gathers again. Once again, it's a layer of circles overlapped in circles. And it's one of the more complicated ones, like the horse. So it won't be as easy to learn as the cat.

You have two chances to roll correctly for it. On a 1d10, you need an even number. So I'll be taking the first two rolls as your attempts for now.

Captcha: eame Abortion

What.

rolled 4 = 4

>>19144830

rolled 7 = 7

>>19144830
Clearly, Eames intentions aren't so honorable...

rolled 10 = 10

>>19144830
Tiger Wolf

>>19144845
Well that went well. Nice roll. Thol is just great at magic huh

>>19144845

You get it on your first try! A great, black wolf with shaggy hair, piercing eyes and vibrantly glowing circles stands before you. Like Eames's, he's certainly bigger than the average wolf. After a cup of wine to celebrate (which Cu is happy to join), you get on the wolf's back and ride around the house, laughing all the way to victory. You've caught up to Eames in terms of Summoning, now. Be sure to remember to gloat to him at some point.

In fact, in your tipsy zeal, you decide to do it right now. You burst through the back door where you find him sitting crossed legged, breathing carefully. What will be your cry of victory, atop your wolf?

Captcha: easy mallynag

Mallynag is the wolf's name, now.

>>19144902
"WENCHES AND MEAD!"

But, no. "BEHOLD MY WOLF-Y GLORY!"

>>19144902
> You burst through the back door where you find him sitting crossed legged, breathing carefully. What will be your cry of victory, atop your wolf?

Wait. Lets not. He seems to be concentrated on something. Maybe he is meditating?

>>19144902
TIGER WARRIOOOR!!!

>>19144922
>>19144928

WHICH SHALL IT BE, THIS IS SO IMPORTANT, IT DECIDES EVERYTHING FROM HERE

>>19144926

This is not an option. Alcohol, pride, your Tiger Spirit and resentment say so.

I'm >>19144922 and I capitulate to >>19144928 as the clear superior.

>>19144928
This

>>19144969
But we're on a wolf. What do tigers have to do with this?
Eh, go ahead

>>19144978
We're Tiger Warrior
That's all there is to this

>>19144978
Our Horse is a Tiger Horse, Our cat is a Tiger Cat and our Wolf is obviously a Tiger Wolf

>>19145015
We need to find a way to make our glowing symbols vaguely resemble a tiger...

>>19144969

Your roar is heard throughout the Noble District, and possibly the pages of history.

Eames jumps to his feet and, drawing his hand back, launches his palm towards the air.

"TIIIGERRR WAAAARRIOR!"

He screams, as flame bursts outwards from his palm, spreading before compacting into a ball of yellow hot energy that flies high into the air. For a moment, it lights up the darkening skies, before fizzling out.

You are so surprised, the wolf ends up fizzling out, too, and you fall flat on your face. But you are soon picked up by Eames, whose triumph echoes off you until you are both up, standing proud and laughing like true men. Then Cu comes out with three cups of wine.

A few minutes later, Siobhan, wearing her short sleeved tunic top and a long, somewhat hip hugging, skirt, appears at the door.

"You've started without me...?"

But this is not the dance of Vanthania. This is three inebriated men dancing around in a circle.

(continued)

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>>19145047

Four cold drinks of water later, you have all sobered up considerably. For there can be no loss of focus in this next task.

The night sky has finally descended over Vol Itolstein, and the streets below and above glow with the soft hum of a thousand lamps. You, Cu and Siobhan stand in a line on the grass behind the house. Eames had shed his coat and rolled his sleeves up, currently pacing up and down before all of you.

"Alright. First thing's first. We don't have music. But Vanthanian dance moves in a rhythm. I'll be able to count it. First, memorise. One-two-three-four, one-two-three-four, one-two-three-four, one-two-threeeeee."

He steps in a circle with an invisible partner, counting his steps, one in, one out, one in, one out, then, on the final three count, he bends forward, rather low.

"This is how we lead. Now... I'll use Siobhan as an example. Please, Siobhan, if you would. For this exercise, just step on my feet."

She does so, after some trepidation. He guides a hand to his elbow, the other, he raises, touching his fingertips to hers, and his other hand on her lower back. He begins again. Once again, in a circle, he steps in towards some vague center, then out from it. Then on the last third count, he dips her low. Siobhan's head falls back, until its upside down, staring blanky at you and Cu as her hair falls freely, exposing much neck. Scandalous.

(continue)

>>19145155

"Alright. That's good. But Siobhan, you're supposed to keep your head up. And the uh... protocol is... if the man you're dancing with is your husband, you look into his eyes with the dip. If he's not, then you look to the side. But keep your head up. Now, step off my feet. We'll try for real." She does so, as Eames looks to you and Cu. No-one else sees it, but you notice a twitch of his lips. The kind of twitch that can lead to a mad cackle.

"Alright. Cu, you lead. Thol. You be the girl."

Before you have a chance to say no, you feel the shorter man's hand on your back, his fingertips waiting for the touch of yours.

"... be brave, Nomad." He looks up at you with the resolve of a knight in battle.

Eames begins the count.

"1-2-3-4..."

This will require FOUR ROLLS, all 1d10.
For dexterity, you need a 5.
For agility, you need a 4.
For perception, you need a 6.
And a fourth, charisma roll. You don't need anything for it... it's just nice to have.

I'll take all four rolls in order.

rolled 8, 7, 3, 3 = 21

>>19145155
>She does so, after some trepidation. He guides a hand to his elbow, the other, he raises, touching his fingertips to hers, and his other hand on her lower back. He begins again. Once again, in a circle, he steps in towards some vague center, then out from it. Then on the last third count, he dips her low. Siobhan's head falls back, until its upside down, staring blanky at you and Cu as her hair falls freely, exposing much neck. Scandalous.

Tsk, tsk, Eames.

>>19145207

rolled 8, 6, 7, 10 = 31

>>19145207
Fuck
Dancing is hard
and very restrict

>>19145223
Oh shit man. Take these rolls please.

rolled 3, 1, 4, 1 = 9

>>19145223

>>19145223
>>19145233
>>19145220

Your average works out to be 6, 5, 5 and 5.

Needless to say, you're pretty good for a first timer. Despite the fact that Cu's supposed to the lead, you do most of the stepping before he does. You deftly step to and fro. You're not looking particularly flash, as you're clearly focusing quite a bit, but you manage to avoid making any mistakes. Then, when the time for the dip comes, you even perform that role perfectly.

Only...

You were focusing so much on the steps, you forget to look away and soon you end up meeting Cu's big, beautiful brown eyes.

"What deviance is this?!"

The guardsman drops you suddenly, and you land on the grass rather unceremoniously. Eames and Siobhan are now laughing raucously.

"Okay, okay... let's ignore Thol's proposal and switch partners. He needs to learn how to lead, after all."

You get up, dusting the grass from your backside, when Siobhan steps over and, a small smile on her lips, she offers her hands forward, touching one to your shoulder, and meeting fingers with fingers again.

Same rolls as last.

But this time, you know you want your charisma to be high.

rolled 10, 9, 10, 10 = 39

>>19145312
Lets do this
Tiger Dancer

rolled 4, 8, 7, 5 = 24

>>19145312
AAAAH!

>>19145332
NO ONE ROLL AGAIN

>>19145332
NOBODY ROLL ANYMORE

>>19145332
Holy shit no one roll!

>>19145336

TOO LATE. ONE MORE ROLL. THIS IS YOUR FATE.

rolled 4 = 4

>>19145344
FAACK
WE TIGER DANCER

>>19145334
God dammit, why can't you people check before rolling?

rolled 10, 7, 2, 1 = 20

>>19145349
wait wrong thing

>>19145349

I meant one more 4d10. Unless you want me to apply 4 to all scores... CUS I'LL DO IT.

I'M CRAZY LIKE A TIGER.

>>19145351
Nigga we posted at the same time!
Check your timestamps.

>>19145355
NOOO! Our charisma, oh god oh god...

rolled 8, 7, 1, 3 = 19

>>19145355
FUCK
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME
AFTER I ROLL 3 TENS YOU GIVE ME THIS?

>>19145361
Nigga, I was going to roll at the exact same moment before I checked. So don;t give me that bullshit.
Get 4chanx and click the nifty "update" button right before submitting.

rolled 6, 5, 3, 5 = 19

>>19145369
We're sorry! We just couldn't live up to your legacy!

>>19145360
Seriosuly OP, don't be a dick and take these rolls >>19145332

I mean, the dice are practically telling us to do this shit right.

rolled 1, 7, 7, 3 = 18

>>19145379
No i'm annoyed at myself

>>19145355
>>19145334
>>19145332

IT IS DONE. THE AVERAGES ARE 8, 8, 6 AND 5.

rolled 8, 3, 4, 6 = 21

>>19145397
Fuck this
The Tiger Spirit is disapointed

>>19145397
We pass everything...except charisma. Does that mean we do or don't make an embarrassing mistake like with Cu and his beautiful eyes?

You are resolved to do this thing and to do it right. You feel that same, strong, courageous spirit rise up in your chest and it looks like she can feel it, too, because she looks at you with a distant awe.

When Eames begins the count, you step with a ferociousness and virility that can't be matched. Siobhan is surprised by the strength of your lead, almost as if she doesn't have to take a single step, but rather, your willpower will move her body for her. But you are gentle, like a man handling a dove. You guide her, you ensure you don't step on her feet, which is always important, and you track your steps with a grace and composure that might convince someone you're a noble.

You know this isn't your potential, however. You -know- this, deep in your heart, you felt like you were about to tap into some kind of cataclysmic realm of dancing. Only something stopped you. What was it. A missed step? Did your fingers slip from Siobhan's? You are still doing it perfectly, so it can't be that.

You begin to look about yourself, thinking you might have dropped something on the ground. Your body is doing fine without you, but you can't help but be incredibly distracted. And by the time you realise you weren't even carrying anything to begin with, you've already dipped and now you are standing up straight. Siobhan looks at you with a strange, distant glare.

So do Cu and Eames.

"Well... I think we've all got it. The dancing part, at least... Thol, are you...? Nevermind..."

Something messed up your perfect dance. Something...

(continued)

>>19145464
THE ONLY WAY TO SAVE THIS IS GOOFY-NESS

Quickly! Begin searching the grass. "Hey, did anyone see my drop anything? I was doing so well, but just...something wasn't right." Crawl around on all fours for a while.

>>19145487
what? Why?
We did good. Could have done better if no one rolled after the first roll.
Seriously guys, if you don't have it yet, get 4chanx. It's very easy to check before posting, that shit is prudent in games which take averages of first rolls.

>>19145487
Second, we gotta find whatever we lost.

>>19145487
>>19145515
hell no

that would be just retarded

>>19145464

"Alright. For the final part... Thol, we'll pair, and Cu and Siobhan will pair. I need both you gents to know the leading role for this, because we have to practise together. Each song ends with a partner switch. The song's tempo will speed up as such: 1-2-3-4-5-6-7, 1-2-3-4-5-6-7, 1-2-3-4-5-6-7, 1-2-3-4-5-6. The song will come to a climax where the final '7' is supposed to be. This is when you switch partners. Now, I'll count and show you how it's done, as the dominant partner."

He starts with the regular dance with Siobhan, who is playing her part very well, right down to the dip. Then, he speeds the count, and leads her in somewhat different dance, only their fingertips touch as they stare into eachother's eyes and skip in a perfect circle. Then, at the final seven, he spins Siobhan in place and flits off towards you. By the time he meets you, he's a little out of breath from the dancing and counting.

"... and... then, the lead stops the woman from dancing by dipping her one last time. That's how the song ends. Ready to try?"

He takes up dancing arms with you. THIS IS THE LAST STAGE. I will take only the first set of four rolls.

>>19145515
>>19145487

Had I only read this before writing...

rolled 9, 9, 4, 9 = 31

>>19145522
Fuck
FUCK
LETS DO THIS
LETS DO THIS
TIGER
DANCER

>>19145528
>perception fail

fuck
i'm sorry guys

>>19145528
Close but no cigar. Look at the bright side you are one Charming mother fucker

>>19145534
Are we dancing with Cu cause if so he just fell in love with us and our rugged handsome face

I can't wait to have a "My parents are deeeeaaaad!" moment...

>>19145545
Nah
We just made Eames have an erection on his pants

>>19145528

In the four step, you lead Eames with the same gusto you started with last time. You remind yourself that you didn't drop anything, and that you are great at this. Infact, you begin to believe you are great at this, and it shows as you lead with confidence, grace and power. If Eames were a woman, he would no doubt be swooning right now. Had you not stepped on his foot three times during.

"That's okay, Thol..." He speaks with a wince. "Doing, well,2-3-4, 2-3!"

You dip, and luckily, do not share a moment of gazing into eachother's eyes with Eames. Then the finale begins. You manage it perfectly, skipping with all the majesty of a horse alongside another horse that's not quite as beautiful as it. The third 7 comes and you release Eames with a twirl that will probably infuse his blood with some of your Tiger Spirit for generations.

Then, you prance towards Siobhan, who is similarly, but not quite as beautifully, spinning. Except, you are too focused on your own excellent footwork, you don't even really see her and end up prancing right past her.

(continued)

>>19145573
Fuck
Dancing is just too hard & complex for a simple minded person like us

>>19145573
Ego b4 hoes.

We so good that we care for no bitches.

>>19145573

But you got this! You know you can save it! And so, with all the poise and vulnerable skill of a swift weaving through the trees of an elaborate similie, you twirl and head back for Siobhan. You can't dip her normally, now, you've gone too far for that. So instead, you dip her forward. Your hand places just scant inches beneath her bust as you stop her, and stand behind her. Reaching down, you tuck the fingers of your other hand beneath her knee and dip forward, lower than you've ever dipped before.

Panicking, Siobhan manages to balance herself from falling by outstretching her arms, and lettiing you hold her as she lifts to the tips of the toes on one foot, letting the other stretch out right behind her.

When you finally right yourself, and set her on her feet, you don't even have to look to know that her face is as red as her hair. And now Eames and Cu are staring too.

Eames is in blank shock. Cu's lips quiver. He raises his hands and begins the slow clap. Siobhan wanders off into the garden in an attempt to find a chair as Eames taps his finger to his lips.

"... a new dance... yes... a new dance has been born today."

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>>19145604
Do pic related.
Add a "TIGER WARRIOOOOR!" To it.

>>19145604
>>19145611
Say that again

Aaaaand, that's where we're gonna leave it for tonight, folks! I hope you've enjoyed it today, because I had a good ol' time, indeed!

Plus! You can now sell alchemy stuff! Finally! That's... worth the amount of time and effort you've put into it, right..?

>>19145604
WE FOUND IT!
WE FOUND WHAT WE LOST!

whatever it was.

I say we are ready for the dance tomorrow. Lets go to sleep now

>>19145620
lets not

>>19145622
Yeaaah..... maybe. I'm still not hot on that stuff.

>>19145622
Great thread OP, and as long as we get sweet, delicious money it'll be worth it.

>>19145621

What did he say, I missed it, did he doubt your tiger spirit?

>>19145628
"Well at least we don't have to worry about Siobhan getting too attached to us."

>>19145622
The chance to make a profit of course. Loving the quest so far

>>19145632

No, no. Siobhan has moved beyond earthly desires and has discovered Nirvana. She's no longer going to be a Druid, but is going to ascend to the next plane of existence next thread, all due to your dancing. True story.

Anyone has some visual representation on what just happened because I have trouble imagining it. Maybe a video? Or at least a picture?

>>19145642

It was essentially an arabesque penchee, but with the dude from behind, if anyone here's a ballet afficionado...

>>19145622
So when next thread?

>>19145658

I would love to promise to be here on Saturday, but I can't... Monday, for sure, though. Regardless if I make it for Saturday or not.

>>19145657
I see.

>search on google

THAT'S SCANDALOUS

>>19145679
it really is
i'm assuming is not 180º but more like 90º on the legs