> let us continue from where we left off

Bart leads you through some twisting alley ways to get you over to the herbalist's. You are all clad in cloaks with the hoods drawn up, masking your identity.

Half-Crow's shop is a modest building, and Stag-Horn points out charms hanging from the windows. Fetish idols made from bird bones, to ward out evil spirits and warn of intruders.

"Caution now, I'll get them," he said, drawing his knife and ghosting on ahead.

One by one the bone idols are snipped carefully off the window frames. A smarter man would have hung them inside, though perhaps the magic did not work that way.

Stag Horn gave the signal and you crept up beside him.

The breathing of your thugs was heavy, they all stank of stale beer. You give the nod and Bart works the frame, silently slipping it up. One, two, three, the thugs slip through like eels and you are soon behind them. Even grotesquely big Bart manages to worm through the window.

The room is adorned with herbs and spices, the air rich with powerful aromas. The man must do good business, he had every kind of herb a customer could want, and exotic plants preserved in glass jars.

Bart points up the stair well.

> roll a d100, get over seventy, first three rolls only.

rolled 66 = 66

I whip my dick out.

rolled 49 = 49

Eh.

rolled 74 = 74

>>20830814
>>20830847
Well shit, this is lovely.

>>>/quest/

>>20830857
But its okay! We have waifus! Lots of them!

>>20830865
>>>/quest/

Or maybe we should call it /rp/ - Roleplaying.

That'd actually be a pretty good board, in my opinion. We could have it and /tg/ link to each other at the titles like some boards do with their associated text boards.

>>20830857
When it exists I will go there. I follow the rules.
>>20830852
> Lucky

He's stopped before he can burst past, a large, hairy and dark man, his attempts to rush through are stopped decisively by a shoulder barge from Bart Cooper. The bash of man against wood was followed by the man's sick cry of pain. He never even cleared the stairs.

"Broke his leg boss, this swamp rat ain't running anywhere." Bart hauled the man to his feet by the hair. Red, swelled eyes cried up at you, snot dribbling from his nose. The man was old and ugly, and from his clothes not at all rich.

"This is the feller we're supposed to kill?" Bart asked, drawing a thumb across the shivering man's neck.

>>20830922
Oh. You're alright, then.

>>20830922
"I believe it is. Don't kill him just yet, I'd like to ask him a few questions. Though if he starts saying magic words or wriggling his fingers in a magical looking way please break his fingers.

Mr. Half-Crow, if you answer honestly I promise your death will be swift.

Now then, I heard a rumor that you had someone try to kill me. Is this true? Why did you do so? Who do you work for?

>>20831090
Half-Crow chokes back his tears of pain, and hangs limp in Bart's grip.

He looks up at you without speaking, eyes wide but defiant. You ask your questions but he gives you nothing, only silence.

Bart just shrugs, and Stag-Horn eyes the scene uncomfortably. Your thugs are making busy, combing over the house for valuables and not being shy about it.

>>20831155
"Half-Crow, what do you know about Stonesnake?"

>>20831174
Half-Crow spits words at you in his native tongue, which earns him a powerful smack across the jaw from Bart Cooper. He takes Half-Crow's hand, and squeezed. The only thing that kept his scream from waking up half the neighbourhood was Bart's large hand squeezed over it.

"You said break it if he started rantin' mumbo-jumbo," Bart said with a tight, vicious grin.

"He was just calling you a toad-fucker, boss, not magic," Stag-Horn said, glaring at Bart.

Half-Crow shivers uncontrollably, quivering gasps of pain shooting from his lips. His left hand was a crumpled mess, fingers jutting out at impossible angles.

"Maybe he needs more incentive to talk, boss," Bart suggested, tapping his knife, "Man like this don't give up easy."

>>20831285
"So I noticed.

Half-Crow, I was hoping to get this dealt with without having to resort to the nasty business of torture.

I was hoping that I wouldn't have to have people cut off strips of your flesh and feed them to you, or place your feet into boiling water. Or any of a thousand different methods. It always leaves such a mess, the screaming wakes people up, and women and children cry when they see the aftermath.

Half-Crow, you're going to die, but we can make it a peaceful one, one where you are buried properly instead of your body desecrated in such a way that you never know peace.

Do the smart thing Half-Crow, just talk to me, take the easy way."

>>20830758
>dat pic.
"bring in the flying fatman"

>>20831441
Looks a bit like Dark Horse Conan style.

>>20831388
It was the first words you had out of him, and there was no fear there, only defiance:

"There are worse things than dying. You kill me, you kill a man. But the order lives on, and the cause continues. If you are going to kill me, do it. If you are going to torture me, do it. I'll spill no secrets to you."

He then closed his eyes, and a serene expression covered his face. Just below hearing he chanted something. Bart crushed the other hand, but this time to no effect.

"He's gone inside hisself boss," Stag-Horn said, tapping the side of his head, "Old swamp witch trick to deal with pain. Do whatever you want to him, he won't talk."

"Give me five minutes to give it an honest try," Bart replied, drawing his vicious knife.

>>20831441
What are you talking about? All I see is a Hedonism Bot covered in chocolate sauce.

>>20831481
"You're not going to get anything out of him, I trust Stag-Horn. If you really want to give it a shot go ahead, just try not to mangle his tongue. After you're done slit his throat."

Okay, the only thing we're going to get from him is from his personal effects, so ask Stag-Horn where he thinks he would hide important correspondence and the like and check those places out.

>>20831605
Bart shrugs. "No fun here." He drags his knife across the man's throat, sawing through flesh and pipe. The sound that came out of the gaping sound was like a high pitched pig scream. It rattled you something furious. Stag-Horn went green in the face as Half-Crow rattled his last as the air went squealing out of his lungs. Bart didn't seem to mind.

He yanked the tongue out with a casual efficiency.

"Where would we find his personal belongings?" you ask Stag-Horn, wiping sweat from your forehead.

He hitched his thumb up the stairwell.

Turning to your thugs you lay out your instructions. To turn the house upside down looking for books or personal correspondence, anything written down. They've had a head start on the searching, turning up some coin and valuables, but they returned to the task with paper in mind.

A pair of thugs climbed the stairs, followed by Bart. You followed Stag-Horn up.

It was just a single room meant for sleeping. A pair of beds, a thrown down rug, a trunk and a drawing table with a candle for light. In the corner huddled a middle-aged woman with two young children, silent and staring.

>>20831700
Kill the mom and enslave the children.

>>20831700
Wonderful. Well keep an eye on them, they aren't going to try anything if there's a pile of thugs around. Search through the trunk, under the rug and beds, see if there's any compartments in the drawing table.

>>20831700
>inb4 we whiteknight the fuck out of them and they come to love us too

>>20831763
Kill them all, don't want that coming back to bite us in 15 years.

>>20831768
You ignore them for now, and get to searching.

> roll a d100, get over 80. Only three rolls.

>>20831763
Any objections?

rolled 59 = 59

>>20831817
Eh, I don't care as long as its at least kinda sorta legal.

rolled 18 = 18

>>20831817
No need to be a dick, seeing as we already killed their dad.

>>20831817
If we did so would it be legal?

Honestly I was thinking of leaving them alone or maybe leaving a bribe for them to stay quiet. Killing them leaves more corpses to deal with, enslaving them just means there are people with a tiny bit of blackmail who hate us and it's not like they're going to sell well.

>>20831842
It isn't any skin off your back to see the mother killed. She went more quietly than her husband, at least. The kids were too young to put up much of a fight, and Bart had them wrapped up in strips of bedding before they could make much of a fuss. You could sell them for a piece now, but not for much, or wait and sell them when they had gained a few years. But if you waited and people discovered you were kidnapping children and pressing them into slavery, you might go the way of the Brotherhood. Bad enough having Lord Paravel on your case.

When the children finally started trying to escape a few sharp blows from Bart took the fight out of them.

Now there was just the mater of the information you were looking for.

>>20831912
Not at all. Though since the kids are native, their word means shit-all to most people.

rolled 81 = 81

>>20831817

>>20831951
Hmm, shit-all to most people, but if it's technically against the law and Paravel finds out then he has ammunition against us as well.

I'd prefer to keep the Zahak family business squeaky clean, legally speaking, when we're up against a judge.

>>20831951
Kill one as an example to the other. Tell it that if it shuts up and does as it is told, it wont suffer the same fate.

>>20831986
One of your boys pulls up the rug, and there seems something strange about it to you. Too heavy on one end. You draw the knife from your belt and slice it open along the seam. Threading your hand into it, you pull out a small scroll.

Unfurling it you get a list in cypher. No idea what it actually says, something tells you it might be just what you are looking for.

You look to the kids, two boys close in age. You'd need to come to a decision about that as well.

>>20831932
NOOOOOOO KILL TEHM AAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLL

>>20832010
If we're going to kill one we may as well kill both. Personally I agree with >>20831986 on the issue, but the alternative is to kill them both and set fire to the house to hide the evidence.

>>20832076
Ask them if they can write, if they can just kill em, if they can't, chop out their tongues and set them up to be sold separately as farmhands or other such hard labor.

>>20832147
You ask them if they were ever taught to read and write. They hesitantly nod. You sigh. This has made the decision for you. You motion for Bart Cooper to do the job, you take the cypher, and don't stay to watch. A bit of thumping from upstairs and Bart came down, cleaning his blade on a strip of cloth.

The unpleasant business was done. A family dead, a tongue in hand and information waiting to be deciphered. Without getting a single drop of blood on your hands, though Bart Cooper's were now slick with it. A useful man to have around.

Stag-Horn seemed withdrawn as you set about the business of burning down Half-Crow's business. Covering your tracks, setting it all alight, you retreated as the smoke started to build and the flames appeared in the window.

The night's work was done, and you felt ungodly in your weariness.

>>20832265
Give Bart a bonus, he's doing good work for us.

Head on home with Staghorn. We need some food and then a good night's sleep.

>>20832317
You call Bart oover and slap a gold coin in his hand. "You earned it tonight Cooper."

He slipped it into his belt an affected a gentlemanly bow. "All in the name of good employment," he said with that broad thug's grin. He passes you the tongue, all wrapped up in linen. You send him on his way and take up with Stag-Horn.

The young man was silent all the way home, barely said a word through dinner. He was not one for much conversation to begin with, but his silence was heavier than usual, his expression grim.

He retires to bed before you can talk, and you do the same, slipping into your room and drifting off into a light sleep.

It was over too soon. You had come in late and the morning came on quickly.

You recieved a call at your door from an errand boy from the office.

"News just in m'lord, your parents ship has been spotted. It'll arrive within the hour," the young man said, bobbing his head nervously. Your father was home, a day ahead of schedule.

>>20832439
Excellent.

Okay, first thing to do, take the wrapped tongue, wrap it a few more times, put it in a box and have it couriered to Stonesnake via one of our people, I want that out of our possession ASAP.

Then make all the necessary preparations for our family's arrival and meet them at the docks with a small group of guards, including Joe, Ashanti, Bart and Staghorn if possible, just in case.

You have the day to work and lots to do. You had a tongue to deliver to Stonesnake. You had a boy-whore to usher out of the country. you had a judge to blackmail and you had a sister to reconcile with, if you so want. Your brother's funeral was the day after tomorrow and you had the day-to-day affairs of the office to deal with.

And of course, your parents. Whom you had not seen in over a year, returned from an anniversary tour of the Empire territories in the Grand Country.

>>20832528
you quickly prepare the tongue in a little wooden box and hand it off to the errand boy. You instruct him carefully, to take it with all due haste to the residence of the Royal Representative. He doffs a felt cap and bows low, before darting away. The urchins owned by the Zahak office were a loyal group, happy to be fed for otherwise easy work and known for their discretion. You could depend on the boy to do the job.

Ringing up Stag-Horn he came out of the room he shared with his sister, dressed and armed. He still seemed weary and removed, but he obeyed your orders. He slunk in behind you as you left for the day, dressed in your best available clothes.

You found Ashanti and Joe sharing a meal in the courtyard, fresh baked bread and beans.

"Cooper is passed out drunk in the barracks," Joe said around a mouthful of food. He clicked his fingers to some waiting soldiers and they fell in as he stood, hitching his long rifle over a shoulder. "Seemed pretty far gone, wouldn't expect him cognitive any time soon."

A troop of ten soldiers and your two officers accompanied you down to the docks. You instructed them to keep an eye out for trouble. There was some talk in the street of a family murdered and a house set alight, but everyone was either putting it on Cartel men or Jericho bandits. Nothing about the real culprits.

You took stance in the harbour, and aw the sails approach from the horizon. Ships were always crowding the Narleen harbour, ships of all kinds, but you recognised this one. It flew a royal flag and had a massive frame. A prince's ship, with broadside's to boast the power of the royal line.

>>20832647
They come in quick and gangplank is laid. A stream of sailors, guests and workers came down. Not just well dressed courtiers but rough common men came, immigrants looking for work in the large city. Middle-class tradesmen with tools in hand and low-class men whose only skill was a strong back. Their fashion was different from the look of Narleen, the latest fashion out of the capital. Half-capes had been left out for stylish soldier's coats with fancy embroidery along the hems, over lace shirts. You might have to change your wardrobe soon.

After them all, with some dignity, came your father, your mother, and others.

your father had the look of Esteban. A short, thick built man given over to fat. But Ramon Zahak was not corpulent in his state. It was only the unstopping ,relentless press of age that had seen his muscles slacken. His eyes were large and soft, and he wore a thin moustache. He was a dark skinned man, a shade darker than you. His fingers glittered with rings set with precious gems. But the fashion did not hide his despair, which hanged like a mantle over him.

When he saw you he smiled, a weak smile.

Next to him was your mother. Tall, and still beautiful in her advancing age, a refined woman of long, elegant stride. She beamed down at you, eyes bright.

With them came three men and a woman. yu only recognised the ancient, dark gentleman that walked with a cane. Your grandfather had dressed in the latest fashion. Close cut soldier's coat, lace shirt and all. Ancient as he was, with cane as aid, he still had a rough vitality in his step and a gleam in his eye. The woman next to him was a young blond creature, pretty but not beautiful, and the two men were soldiers in appearance, though one was dark and the other fair.

>>20832737
Give all of our family members hugs, traditional greetings such as kisses on the cheeks. Offer our condolences and sympathy. Share how we too are deeply affected by the loss of our dear brother.

>>20832737
Your father took you in a tight embrace, and your mother kissed your cheek. Grandfather clucked his tongue as he inspected your assembled party, the girl tucked close to his side.

The dark soldier came and cuffed you on the shoulder, the smile the only thing you recognised. Emilio had changed. The little sprout had grown into a man, matching you in height but beating you in muscle. Still young in his face he had more the aspect of a man than you had expected.

"It is good to see you brother," you embraced with much back slapping. He introduced his friend. "This is my comrade, Will Fitzroy." The fair man bobbed a ginger head in greeting. "We serve together in the Royal Lancers."

"I expect much has changed since I was last in Narleen," he said, eyes sweeping across the docks.

>>20832796
You all exchange condolences. The grief was plain on your parents, but they insisted on resting before they could get into the meat of discussion. Tired from a long trip, they arrange a carriage to the Zahak family estate in the outskirts.

Emilio and your grandfather forgo leaving with them. Emilio asked after Theresa. She had not come to the docks, old arguments were still fresh in their collective minds.

"There's trouble in the city," your grandfather said, "Tell me about it as we walk to the offices."

>>20832857
"Of course grandfather.

I apologize for sending you the letter to expedite your return. There was a matter that I wished your council on, but in the interim I found a way to resolve it."

Then give him a basic sitrep of everything going on in the city.

>>20832888
You fill him in on various things, from the recent problems with the Jericho bandits, to what seems ancient news involving the Brotherhood. For the most part he nods approvingly, though when the matter of the foundry comes up, and the disquiet with your sister he gave a reproachful look.

"Family is all, and command must be respected Estavo. You erred by doing this business without my council. I approve of the idea, and your ambitions, but a business deal is like a battle. You bring all your guns to bear, never fight at half strength. Theresa seems to have at least half a brain to put this altogether, but you should not indulge her foolishness."

>>20832938
"I apologize for overstepping grandfather.

The foundry has already made some money from advance orders and it allows us to diversify our business, as you once said you should never place all your faith in a single market."

>>20833011
"It is a smart idea, and you've done well, but you entered the partnership from a weak position. Only ally with someone weaker than you, someone you can hold to account. If you need to make a deal with more than one interest, it is better than being the junior to a senior. The big fish eats the little fish, but a school of little fish can keep the big ones at bay."

You come to the offices to find Desmond waiting. He and Charlemagne embrace one another warmly.

"How are things old friend?" he asked.

Desmond inclined his head. "Running smoothly sir, the young master has kept abreast on all corners and acquitted himself well." Desmond turned to you. "Lord Wolfsburg has sent a message asking after you, Estavo. Apparently he has come into some slave girls you might find interesting. Shall I arrange a meeting?"

>>20833092
Emilio waves for your attention. "Will and I are looking for some where to get some drink and entertainment. Do you know anywhere good? He's keen to meet some local girls, but it has been so long I can't be sure which are the good brothels and which are the bad."

>>20833092
"Grandfather, do not worry yourself about the foundry, I assure you that it is under control.

Desmond, a meeting would be greatly appreciated, I believe we could do some business. Set it to a time convenient to him that does not conflict with my other appointment, though I'd like a chance to take my little brother and his dear friend carousing."

>>20833156
"Of course sir, I shall set it for two days after the funeral," Desmond bows and takes your grandfather by the arm. They retreat inside, talking low, a gust of laughter from Desmond's lips.

You are left with your brother and his friends, with the intention of carousing. To be sure, with your life so busy lately you had not found much time for pleasure and even less for a good fashioned 'carouse'. But your brother and his friend seemed eager to get the dirt of Narleen under their fingers.

You thought of the best brothels, and came up with three options. The Lilly Pad, the River-Runner and the Fox Den had the best reputation in the city. For general carousing nothing beat the Arena. The night was given over to a general melee tonight, with side entertainment in bear baiting and dog fights. And for food ad drink there were any number of establishments.

Is this thread really just two guys going back and forth?

>>20833223
Start with general carousing at the arena and then get them to a brothel after some good drinking and maybe a small brawl.

What are the three different brothels known for? I don't have enough info to really choose between them.

Also when is our meeting with Paravel?

>>20833247
Maybe. Seems so. There were more people earlier but they seem to have dropped out. I know a few people just like to lurk rather than suggest things, hopefully they start contributing.

>>20833290
You haven't actually arranged a time for your meeting. The Lily Pad has opiates mixed in with the sex, and focuses on arranging clandestine meetings between lovers as much as the established professionals. The River-Runner is a rougher joint for the type that like it that way. The Fox Den is a ballroom orgy. No rooms, its all out in the public view.

I'm still a gigantic faggot who can't fucking into tripcodes to save his goddamn life.

>>20833247
It also doesn't help that Joker Quest and AC are running. Those guys are popular, they get all the players.

>>20833402
Knowing our brother, which would he be most interested in? I'm hesitant to go for the Lily Pad unless I know whether he actually goes for opium or not. And between the River Runner and the Fox Den I'd probably choose the Fox Den.

>>20833409
Hey, I don't remember typing that!

I just plain don't like trips. I only use a name because its expected and necessary for running a quest.

>>20833420
It has been a long time since you last spent time with your brother, and when he had left he had yet to be a real man. You couldn't say which would be his preferred destination, but you ask and he says his choice is much like yours, somewhere between the Fox Den and River Runner, though he dislikes the lack of privacy in the Fox Den and doesn't care for the rough reputation of the River Runner.

In other words, he leaves the choice up to you.

>>20833429
There's no shame in using a trip if you're running a quest. In fact, it's encouraged, since otherwise people can potentially fuck up your quest by samefagging between your name and anon.

>>20833443
River Runner it is

>>20833443
I say the Fox Den, after some drinking, carousing and so on at the Arena I'm pretty sure he won't mind the lack of privacy but might still be iffy about the rough reputation.

>>20833462
You and your brother make way for the Fox Den, whereupon entering he punches you in the head, rendering you incoherent. Your brother than removes your clothes and fucks you in the ass. Faggot.

>>20833494
We we just made a real man out of him.

>>20833462
>>20833452
Okay, roll off.

Rolled 82

>>20833523
>>20833462

>>20833523
Wait, are we rolling for anal circumference now?

>>20833542
Yes.

Rolled 551

>>20833542
Sure, I'll roll this one. This is in CM by the way.

Rolled 91

>>20833556
Groovy.

>>20833564
>>20833556
I really don't know what your problem is.

Maybe I should just try this some other time.

>>20833606
I'm following it. Given the post times it could easily be just one person samefagging.

>>20833626
> Maybe.

You decide the Fox Den is probably the most suitable, and suitable exciting, venue, but in the mean time there's drinking to be had and blood sports to watch. You dismiss the majority of your guards, an armed escort isn't conductive for a pub crawl, but keep a few on hand as muscle. Namely Stag-Horn and Ashanti. Your brother and his friend wore cavalry sabres and no doubt knew how to use them, but there was no point taking risks.

You head off to your first destination, the Cunny, for drinks. Brighton's crew and some of duty soldiers were wasting their afternoon, drinking and hassling the barmaids.

You settle in for drinks, glasses of Narleen whiskey brought over. Enough for everyone, though Stag-Horn and Ashanti did not drink.

> roll a d100, get over fifty.

Rolled 47

>>20833669
Rolling for drinkan.

Rolled 47

>>20833669

>>20833677
>>20833698
You are not doing well....

Rolled 61

>>20833719
The dice gods have decided that 47 is the number to be chosen. Who am I to disregard their judgement?

>>20833732
Your comrades down more drinks than you, and handle it better too, but you manage to keep your feet. Whiskey enough to drown a horse is passed between the three of you, and you stumble out of the Cunny with redder cheeks and more exaggerated steps than when you entered. Stumbling down the main parade, toward the Arena, Will veers off into a stall selling hot cider and bean stuffed bread.

You wolf it down ferociously, guzzling the cider like it was water. Emilio gives a barking laugh at nothing while Will hoots at a passing girl, grasping out toward her swaying backside.

Her escort, a powerful built Nordman, rounds on you.

> roll a d100, get over sixty.

Rolled 69

>>20833763
I think a bit of diplomacy is in order here. Sure between the three of us we'd probably win but it'd get in the way of the evening.

Convince him that our friend is drunk, a tad dumb and not really deserving of punishment.

Rolled 2

Drunkenly kick his ass!

>>20833778
Diplomacy then.

You put yourself between Will and the advancing Nord, hands raised in consolidation.

"Easy friend, my comrade is drunk and stupid, he meant no offence!" the Nord looked from Will to you, thumb running along the hilt of his knife. "He is foreign, and foolish. There's no need for spilt blood. Would you scandalize your lady charge by killing a man in her viewing?" The girl was a bob-haired brunette in a tight bodice and flaring skirts, quite a sight. "And can you blame a drunk fool for being so smitten?"

The Nord hesitantly nodded, drawing away. "I see him again, he act with disrespect, I take his ears," the man left the threat behind him, ushering the girl on.

Will sent a rude gesture back his way and finished his drink.

"I want to watch men die and then fuck fifty women," he declared, spilling over toward the Arena but again veering off into a taphouse.

You found him pouring ale down his throat, and he soon had the two of you joining him. He cajoled your escorts into sharing the drinks too. Stag-Horn knocked back one cup and took another, while Ashanti merely sipped at hers.

> roll d100, get over sixty-five

Rolled 98

>>20833857
After this set of drinks get him to the Arena so we can see some fighting, bleeding and maybe even dying. We don't want him to get so drunk that he passes out.

>>20833877
You keep your head, and drink little of what he offers, though you don't stop your brother from imbibing. A man shouldered past and caught Will's fist across the jaw, and soon his friends were pouring on the young soldier. Emilio cleared them back with a chair, cracking it over a burly dock worker's back. The rest staid at bay when Stag-Horn and Ashanti drew their blades, covering your retreat.

You had a mind to hit the young soldier, but instead dragged him up to the Arena. Girls dressed in skimpy mockery of warriors advertised events and pits, leading the crowd down different avenues for enjoyment. Men and women with large leather books had pools of gamblers sprawling around them.

The main attraction of the night was a melee in the fashion of the older era, two teams of 'knights' fighting across the bloodied sand for a lady's 'favour'. The woman the winning team was offered sat high above in a cage, dressed in silken bands that barely hid anything. The men below were divided into team of red bands and team of blue bands, armed with swords and armoured in chain shirts. Each team captain sat a horse drafted for the occasion.

The blue drew from the Maximo League, a collection of Imperial gladiator managers that had banded together against the red of the Old World consortium, a powerful figure in the industry that dominated the Old World circuit.

The money was on the Old Worlders, but the people of Narleen were cheering for the blue.

Battle lines are drawn in the sand below, and a book keeper approaches your party.

"Make a wager? Odds are four to one on blue, smart bet is red though and no one seems to want to back the foreigners."

Will, Ashanti and Emilio were watching the forming battle with great interest. Ashanti even leaned out over the rail to get a better view of the proceedings.

>>20833977
Honestly I'm not that worried about making money from this, the point here is to have a good time and betting on Red simply isn't conducive to that.

Place a small bet on blue and eagerly watch the fight.

>>20834009
You put ten silver on blue and settle down to watch the fight. The tension is high and the crowd is on its feet roaring with excitement. The 'nkights' saluted the crowd as a fat man roared out.

"In ancient days, men of martial honour would do battle for the favour of courtly ladies. It was a brutal age of war and ignorance, but also a time of chivalry and high adventure! Today, let s transport you to the past, to witness one such battle. The knights of the red rose do battle this day with the knights of the blue crest. Both are fierce warrior bands bred for warfare. They fight, not just to prove their own worth, but for the silken favours of the noble lady Selene. But the favours only go to the victor. Will it be the red who stand triumphant, or the blue!"

The crowd roared for blue, and the fat man gave an indulgent smile.

"We shall see. For honour, begin the tourney!"

The two sides came at it each other with a bellowing rush, no form or order to their advance. Ashanti hissed. "They should be locking shields," she muttered even as big men cast wooden frames aside to take up their swords in two hands.

Red and blue warred for the crowd. Helms split and shallow chain parted. Ashanti shook her head and Emilio nodded in agreement. "This is farce, no proper made armour should split so."

The horsemen rounded each other, poking at one another with sticks. "I'd have kill them both by now!" Will boasted as he quaffed wine brought by serving girls. They all drank unthinking, drawn in by the clash beneath.

>>20834123
It was only several minutes in and blue was losing. The horse was killed beneath their leader, pinning him beneath it. They tried to muster a defense, but were repulsed. Soon the red horseman had a head for a trophy, waving it overhead for the assembled crowd. They screamed in delight.

It was ending rapidly and soon the field was clear of blue. Red had been better armed, better prepared, and just plain better fighters. The home crowd booed as the last of the blue were slaughtered at the arena edge.

The 'Lady' Selene was lowered down, and her cage sprung open. She began to strip off her silks but the blood was too high. They did not wait.

The victor's pawed on her, pulled her down beneath them and set to claim their victory. The woman was a professional trained and experienced, but it looked a chore to feign pleasure at the attentions of the red.

None the less the crowd enjoyed it, hollering down for more action, for more display. It was hard to say which was rougher, the battle or the victory. You caught a glance of Will squeezing himself at the sight. Ashanti also watched with bated, exited breath.

They hoisted the girl up and paraded her out. She tried to smile through the blood and sperm, but was unable to do so. no one heard her cries over the roaring crowd. The book keepers had made a fortune tonight.

>>20834130
The battle was over, but more entertainment was promised. Dogs and bears would be produced for a 'battle of the beasts'.

Will seem disinterested, and pestered Emilio about the brothel.

"Should we be off to the Fox Den?" Emilio asked.

>>20834151
"TO THE FOX DEN!

For the most glorious part of our already impressive evening. Will, Emilio, let me show you more of Narleen."

>>20833977
>>20834151
Give him one of your personal whores to use. This is our brother we are talking about.

>>20834187
I don't think we have them with us. There's Hildi and Silti who are at home, that's somewhat out of the way, and the most recent stock of pleasure slaves we picked up we sold off rather immediately.

>>20834210
You're right, lets not do something special for our brother. Its not like hes the only one we have left or anything. Lets just keep them to ourselves like the selfish holier-than-thou bastard that we are.

>>20834252
We are doing something special, we're taking him out to see all the lovely debauchery of Narleen and then taking him out to one of the best brothels in the city.

Hildi and Silti are also somewhat crazy, not entirely there in the head, and the whole speaking together thing could be a bit strange. Not to mention we'd run into Dawnstar and our Sister while we're getting our debauch on, that might negatively impact the mood.

Don't worry, we're going to show him a damn good time.

>>20834171
You decide to make the trip to the Fox Den, that most notorious Den of sin and pleasure. Paying your coin to the bookmaker, you gather your party and slip out of the Arena along with the roaring throng. Young men acted out their favourite parts of the battle, while hawkers were already selling 'souvenirs' of the engagement, broken maille and splintered helms in particular were in abundance, and no doubt fake.

The Den had been a community hall in the early days of Narleen, a meeting place for the settlers to air out grievances. It had been bough some five years back and converted into a brothel by the Brothel Keepers Guild, with an emphasis on keeping the 'community' aspect of the hall.

The payment for entrance was steep, ten gold each, but the rewards were exciting. Everything within was on offer, to be taken and enjoyed. No qiyet cubby-holes for partners, simply a romping orgy where every girl was open to every use at any time.

Large eunuch slaves kept watch over the writhing hall, while girls yet to be chosen waited in sheer dresses by the walls. Most had just come in for their turn on the floor, the hall had just opened.

Men and women sometimes came to the hall masked, to enjoy the activity without being publicly known, but the younger ones forewent such niceties and proudly went about the business of fucking.

Masks were offered at the doorway, finely made things in animal shapes. A stag, a fox and a bird were displayed for your choosing, if you wished.

>>20834332
I don't particularly see any need for a mask.

>>20834331
You mean the sister who no longer lives with us because we kept fucking the mindbroken slaves whilst lying to her about bringing down the slave trade? And now we wont even give our own brother the same opportunity. After we got our other brother killed. Yeah, nah, we are the worst brother ever.

>>20834358
You forgo the mask. Stag-Horn however picks out the stag-mask and slips it on, while Will does the same with the bird mask.

"Are we to stand guard?" Stag-Horn asked.

One of the attendants coughed, and motioned to your weapons.

"We do not allow blades on the premises," the attendant said.

>>20834420
Given how public this is, the amount of security and so on I doubt anyone is going to try anything here. We're going to be in view of people at all times, no dark corners to sneak up on us.

"Stag, Asha, standing guard is your choice, if you want to join the festivities have fun."

Give the attendant our weapon after confirming that he works here and tell him to take good care of them.

>>20834493
He takes your weapons and carefully lays them aside for later collection. Stag-Horn looks nervously out at the crowd and thumbs his chin. Very much the boy, he takes a drink from a waiting girl and downs it in one gulp.

"Fuck it!" he coughs through a liquer raw throat, grabbing the girl attendant and dragging her towards the floor.

"That's the spirit!" Will said, applauding.

Ashanti was only a step less hesitant. She gave the man her sword, took a drink and shyly removed her armour, trying to remain covered. The only thing she kept on was her leopard skin, which barely hid her nudity.

She nervously slipped down the stairs to the open hall.

"I'm going to ruin her," Will said, eagerly sprinting after the warrior woman.

Emilio gave you a look. "This isn't the home coming I expected, but damned if it isn't exciting." He stripped off his soldier's coat and strode down into the orgy beneath.

> you really want to do this?

>>20834565
And ruin our brother's homecoming by sitting on the sidelines? There's no way we could do that.

Keep our eyes open, see if we recognize anyone. Take a drink, strip, get involved in the orgy, have a good time.

>>20834565
Who cares, it'll all turn out for the best in the end anyways.

>>20834591
>>20834635
> okay.

incoming nsfw content

You take a drink and eye the crowd, looking for people you might recognise. You certainly see a lot of appealing figures. One brown woman in an eyeless bird mask that hid half her face enjoyed the attention of two nord men. She stood tall, her supple long legs writhing from their attention, her full breasts and brown nipples hard. She had hips you could get lost in. You grow thick at the sight of her.

A balding old man that was clearly Lord Seamus demanded the centre of the room, mounting a silver haired young woman while drinking from a keg held up by two slave-eunuchs. The image of hedonism, he rutted and thrust while the girl thrashed beneath him.

You spot Johan Wolfsburg with a pair of eastern twins with multi-tied braids attending his privates. He saw you and waved a tankard, slapping one of the girls across her taut backside.

Girls of every colour were on display. A gypsy danced for three men who tore at her clothing, eliciting laughs from the girl. Ashanti was already crowded by men, lain out on her leopard skin with Will inside her, each waiting their turn. One could not wait long enough and took her in the mouth. She seemed an eager participant.

Stag-Horn was caught up with the red haired attendant, pressed up against the wall. He pumped hard and fast and nervously. The girl slowly calmed him, and took over the rhythm.

You saw a young thing with brown bobbed hair and a tight little body eagerly awaiting a large nord man poised above her. She seemed vaguely familiar, and not just from your encounter in the streets.

Many girls stood unattended

> where are you going to go?

>>20834700
Think for a bit about where we recognize the young girl with the brown bobbed hair from. See where Emilio is.

Wave back to Johan. Scan the crowd for the hottest or two hottest unattended women and proposition them.

>>20834736
You think she might be a Lupin. One of Jacques grand daughters. She seems close to too young. You can't put a name to the face.

Emilio is drinking and talking with a black haired pale creature in white silk. They are sitting on the steps, seemingly enjoying one another's company. The only sexual thing seems to be their hands disappearing down one another's respective nether regions. It was growing heated with each passing minute, with tentative kisses growing more passionate.

Odd guy.

You wave back to Johan, but his attention is diverted by the twins. You wish him all the best

You check for the most attractive woman unattended. She's a tall, statuesque woman, the white skinned twin to the brown goddess on the floor beneath. He black hair was tied back in a single long knot, her dress a thing of fox fur. The only flaw on her finely crafted face was a single black spot beneath her right eye. All else was pale milk glass.

No man seemed prepared to approach her, so you take the initiative.

> roll d100, get over 90

Rolled 24

>>20834791
Hmm, given the fox fur, her attractiveness, and no one approaching she's either the madam or the prize jewel of the establishment, my bet is on prize jewel. Be polite and charming.

"I saw you from across the room and upon seeing your beauty I knew that I had to muster up the courage to approach you so I might know the name of an angel that came to earth."

Rolled 10

>>20834791

Rolled 84

>>20834791

Rolled 21

If it dont work go for the lupin girl.
for fucks sakes we shoulda got a mask. Too late for one? Hmm, mayne our distimctive hair woulda made it pointless, oh well

>>20834833
> Almost.

You stumble over to the woman, weaving through the heavy crowd. One girl tries to grab your leg, but you ignore her. Your eye is on the prize.

She is a stunning creature up close, a clear blue eyed gaze that burned like ice. Her body is firm, athletic, and she is tall enough to meet your chin. Not everyone appreciated a tall woman as you did.

She eyed you coolly. You try your best line but all you see on her face is amusement. She cups your chin.

"Sorry sir, but I'm reserved," she said, kissing your cheek. "But you are mighty brave, no one else has talked to me all night." She called for wine and shared a cup with you.

"I thought they didn't do reservations at the Fox Den."

"I'm a special case, for a special man," she coolly replied, swirling her wine. "I'm sure you could have any other women in this establishment, go poach another doe."

>>20834821
>>20834833
Why do I get the feeling these two were the same person...

>>20834860
It isn't too late for a mask, if you want one.

>>20834867
Oh well.

"Might I at the very least have your name so I know who shall be in my dreams?"

After that seek out the second most beautiful woman.

>>20834871
Yeah geet one, i'd say. At least if we go for the lupin girl. If not, fuck it.

>>20834791
>the only time the stakes are ever high in this quest is when it comes to fucking a broad
Glad to know you've got your priorities straight.

>>20834888
"They call me Morrigan," she took your hand and dipped in close to your ear, "But my real name is Bethany." She whispered it as if it were the greatest secret she had, and her mouth closed around the lobe. "Dream of crows stranger." she said, before slipping away.

Miles Furioso, the pimp of exaggerated reputation, had just entered. Morrigan/Bethany went to him eagerly.

>>20834896
I can't give em everything. And I think I called for a ninety on something that didn't involve sex, once.

>>20834888
The second most beautiful girl? Compared to the woman you just left, they are all second best. All the truly beautiful ones had certainly been snatched up by this point.

You decide to fetch a mask, having regretted foregoing. The fox was the only one left. It hid most your face.

You looked for the Lupin girl. She straddled her guardian like he was a horse and rode him for all his worth. Maybe it was best not to interrupt that party at the moment.

>>20834896
She seems to be a rather important broad, especially with a name like Morrigan, and the consequences for failure weren't really that bad. Though I'm somewhat doubtful that her real name is Bethany.

>>20834929
Perhaps it would be best to leave her to her business. Maybe we should have a talk afterwards, if possible, the Lupin family is rather prominent.

It's a shame about us losing her but I think we'll be able to find some other pretty creature.

>>20834947
You look about the hall for options.

The tall voluptuous woman in the eyeless bird mask had broken away from her companions, and was drinking from a wine glass clumsily. The men were eager to return to their fun, but she kicked them back.

Stag-Horn sat, wasted and drunk in the corner, his little red head collapsed against his chest, wine spilled and panting.

Emilio is deep in the girl dressed in white silk, blocking half the entrance with their play. Will had abandoned Ashanti to take up with a gypsy girl while Ashanti was preoccupied by her waiting attendants.

The twin eastern girls had finished with Johan and waited patiently in the corner, amusing themselves by drinking grape juice crushed by hand.

Cant really doubleteam her that way. Maybe later then. Fuck, just go for anotjet pretty noblebornif you can find one or something.

>>20834996
This place has eunuchs to deal with rowdy customers so I'm not worried about the voluptuous woman.

I'm thinking that we ought to go for the twins, they're twins after all.

>>20835014
They seem bored more than anything else, wearing only light, unbuttoned jerkins. They watched you approach with delighted smiles.

"The fox has crept into our coop!" one said to the other.

"But can he handle what's inside?" the other asked, a sly look shooting your way. "The last one failed, what makes this one different?"

"Maybe he has steel where the other had a wet fish?" they giggled.

"I am Xiao, this is my sister, Qiao," they writhed about another so you couldn't tell which was the other. "Will you treat us right, big man?"

> rolld100, get over 80

Rolled 83

>>20835046
"After such an invitation how could I not?"

Try to notice any differences between them, in clothing, hairstyle, any marks on the body ranging from tattoos to scars to moles so we can call them by the right name and not mix them up, they ought to enjoy that.

>>20835072
You settle in beside them, and slip the jerkin off one, button the other up half-way. "That'll keep it clear which is which," you boast as you take the naked one into your lap. It seemed Qiao had the slightest of freckles on her chest, you admired them with your tongue.

Xiao had a freckly on her back, just above the buttocks. Once you had them figured out, you unfurled the jerkin off Xiao.

You worked them both hard, with your fingers, with your tongue, never neglecting one over the other. By the time you were done they were a panting heap, and all too pleased.

They fed you grapes and poured you win until you had enough that you drifted off into a pleasant doze.

And you awoke to gunfire.

>>20835106
Three men had come with pistols drawn, swords at hip. Their shots were accurate, bloodying eunuchs and keeping them back. One took a hood and slipped it over Lord Columbo's head.

"You follow, you die," one of the men said through a thick red bandanna.

They dragged Columbo out kicking and fighting every step.

>>20835118
Okay, identify the location of our weapons, where the rest of our group is and if the assailants have fired all the shots from their pistols.

If we save Seamus he is going to owe us big time, a very useful thing. If it's too risky we shouldn't go for it, but we should really consider doing so if it's feasible.

>>20835126
If you want to try pursuing, roll a d100 and get over 95.

Rolled 66

>>20835129
Ok.

Rolled 72

>>20835129
Well, worth a shot. At least try to get an idea of where they're taking him.

If Columbo's fighting every step we might just have enough time to get him.

Rolled 90

>>20835129

Rolled 85

Fuck, fine.
Get armef and ready for the worst

Rolled 26

>>20835140
>>20835147
So many good rolls that just aren't quite there.

>>20835140
>>20835136
>>20835132
> So close

You dive toward your weapons, ready to chase after the kidnappers. One of them spots you, however.

"You stupid bastard," his pistol fired. Like a punch that ripped through you it hit your chest, sending you staggering back. You tripped, and collapsed down the stairs onto the orgy floor below. You heard someone scream as the lights seemed to dim.

> roll a d100, get over seventy

>>20835156
Rollin'

Rolled 22

>>20835156
Well, fuck.

How many shots do these pistols have?

Rolled 57

>>20835161
Errr rolling again..

Rolled 15

>>20835156
Where are all the good rolls that we had just a few minutes ago?

>>20835169
>>20835166
>>20835162
> when you really need to roll well, you luck out

You awake to weeping, to numbness, and to a soft light. A bed beneath you, covers so thick they held you down. Everything was a haze, it took a long minute for your vision to clear.

She sat beside your bed, tears spilling unrelentingly. Your sister's hair had grown out, long curls plastered the front of her face, formed a duck tail against the back of her neck. She was held by Dawnstar, the younger girl grave.

"Look," she kissed Terra on the cheek, "His eyes open."

Your sister looked to you, expression still wretched. You try to speak but your tongue is too thick. You tried to ask what had happened. Instead, you said nothing. Theresa pressed a cool cloth against your neck, the water running off onto the pillow.

Blessed coolness.

The haze returned.

When next your eyes opened it was Emilio sitting there.

"So damned stupid, should never have gone to-" before you can speak with him your vision fades.

"You are on the cusp of death," it was the swamp-witch, Nualla. "But you still want to live. You burn for life. And you have those who would burn for you. Live then, at a price. Let one of them burn in your place."

> Hildi and Silti
> Theresa
> Dawnstar
> Stag-Horn

>>20835212
> accept death

>>20835212
Well, fuck. Fuckity fuckity fuck. Didn't expect it to go that bad. Dice gods are cruel, always rolling slightly below what we need this session.

>Theresa.

>>20835218
>>20835218
>>20835218
Fuck if I'm letting another one (or two? they're only worth half a person each?) die in my place.

>>20835236
You want your sister to die in your place?

Rolled 38

>>20835242
Hell no, if she dies how are we going to get control of the foundry. I vote for Hildi and Silti

>>20835248
Wait....if she dies does her partner (can't think of his name at the moment) get her shares or do they fall to us?

>>20835256
It would be a matter for the courts.

>>20835240
It is a consequence of their possession.

>>20835262
Too risky, my vote stays with the girls.

>>20835256
Well given the blackmail we have on him I wouldn't worry that much about where the foundry is headed.

Okay, we have a three-way split. The girls, your sister, and yourself.

Name your choice and roll off, unless someone wants to change their vote.

Rolled 39

>>20835278
The girls.

Rolled 78

>>20835278
Yourself.

>>20835286
I don't understand why you want the main character to die?

Rolled 28

>>20835278
Sister

I'm still wondering how the men still had shots in their pistols. There were shooting the eunuchs and pistols with more than one shot didn't come around until the 1800s. Did they all have bandoleers of them?

>>20835286
You smile at the sound of her voice.

"I owe them so much, have taken without giving. How could I take more? I give myself willingly, lady."

You feel a hand on your cheek, a soft kiss on your lips.

"Rest well then, Estavo Zahak, and be content."
-
Thus ends the tale, cruelly cut short, of the trader Estavo Zahak. A man of vision, a man of appetite, drafted into a war he did not understand. A man, a lover, a crusader, a murder, slaver and at times a hero.

What makes a man good or evil? Certainly to some he was a villain, to others a beloved sibling and friend. If the Living God should weigh his good deeds against his sin, who can say how that balance would come out?

He is gone now, his story forever left unfinished. Such is the fate of all mankind. All that a man is, was, and ever could be, silenced in a moment.

Lost forever.

>>20835353
So is that the quest over?

>>20835353
> Next time

You are Emilio Zahak, soldier of the Grand Army of the Leonine Empire, member of the Royal Lancers in the King's Brigade. You had returned home to the city of Narleen for the funeral of your elder brother Esteban, only to witness the murder of your elder brother, Estavo.

With Guillaume 'Will' Leonine, prince of the royal blood and comrade-in-arms, it falls to you to avenge your brother's death, and solve the mystery of Lord Columbo's kidnapping in: Royal Soldier's Quest.

>>20835366
Estavo's Quest is. If anyone is interested, it will continue with Emilio as the POV.

Or if you want, we can just do a slideshow to see where all the characters wind up. Not sure which I'd rather do.

>>20835290
I have a morbid curiosity as to where that might lead. Game of Thrones syndrome, I suppose.

>>20835413
Problem is, a quest isn't a book. When the main character dies in a quest, the quest is kind of over. Unlees you'd all like to do this: >>20835373

>>20835383
I'll probably still follow it if you did that, though it sucks that Estavo died.

The one thing I'm annoyed about is that when I asked about if they would have shots left and we weren't given any information on that.

I was operating under the assumption that they would either have to reload, a process which takes a bit, or switch pistols. I was thinking with a 90 it would not end with us dead, injured or failing perhaps, but not a mortal injury.

>>20835441
Well to be fair it didn't. I gave you guys two other chances to survive, one being a roll the other a choice. It's just that this guy: >>20835413
Had to go and try the option I only put there for the sake of it. I never thought it would work out that way.

I was also getting sick of the people saying there was no risk or danger in the quest. Which was a bit churlish, I admit.

>>20835441
It was going to be a spoiler, but they were using guns more advanced than the standard, for reasons you might have discovered in the course of the game.

>>20835477
I'll still follow it I guess although I don't really think the option of the character dieing should have been included. If someone wants the main character to die I'd take that as them not really wanting to play. If someone doesn't want to play they shouldn't be participating and shouldn't be counted. Alas, apparently I'm wrong as per >>20835413. Not real happy about Estavo's death, the game still had a lot of promise but I suppose we can see what happens in this new version with his brother.

Just caught up.
God damn, that was stupid. Why would you pursue kidnappers that do not have to do anything with you?!
ESPECIALLY AFTER A DAY OF DRINKING!?

>>20835495
Also this.

>>20835490
I'm not happy that he's dead, but that's the choice made and the dice god's decision.

>>20835499
Seriously, what the fuck.
Can't people realize that you don't have to be a fucking hero all the time? This is not a video game, ffs.
We hired shitload of bodyguards JUST TO AVOID THIS KIND OF SHIT WHERE WE PUT OUR SELF INTO MORTAL DANGER!

>>20835477
I know, I'm just kvetching about it. And well you certainly showed there was risk and danger.

I probably should have switched my vote to Hildi/Silti.

>>20835487
That's a pretty big advancement, at least 100-200 years. I'm still just kvetching but I think it would have been relevant for Estavo, who has a significant interest in a gun foundry, to notice this sort of thing and be informed that these guns weren't single shot, something very odd. Basic estimates put this world's current firearm tech level around 1700 give or take a couple decades in either direction and that didn't come about until early to mid 1800s.

>>20835522
To be fair this is a made up world so not everything has to advance to the same speed that we know of in our own real world.

>>20835522
It was going to be a sub-quest, solving that mystery. Still might be.

>>20835522
Estavo knows jack-shit about guns. He just invested into that business and to get money. You don't have to know how to make yogurt and all its flavors to be an owner of a yogurt factory. And he was drunk, noticing that kind of shit in chaotic situation would be impossible.

Also, this is another world which has magic in it, that kind of advancement is not impossible.

Dammit,
I don't want to play anyone else than Estavo. We, I, invested a lot of time into him. Shit, I was even willing to let the murder of children go just so that we could continue with the quest.
We were just starting to do good and it took one person to give horrible suggestions like pursuing deadly criminals to stop the entire thing in its tracks.
I still don't get how you would think it was in any way good idea. Why would you do that?

Actually, I'm just going to close up this quest on this note. I can't muster the enthusiasm to continue it with a different character, and frankly I'm tired of putting up with trolls. I might start another quest some day, but for now I'm tapped out.

It is a pretty shitty ending, a half-note at best, but its the only ending I've got in me right now.

Will give a post script detailing the ends of the other characters shortly.

>>20835577
Aww, dang. But yeah, I'm not enthusiastic playing other character either to be honest.
What a shame

Theresa Zahak fell apart briefly after the death of her beloved brother Estavo. For a time she was lost in alcohol and opiates, wasting her days locked in her room attended only by a single manservant, the native warrior known as Stag-Horn.

Eventually however she overcame her grief, and head out west to find her fortune. News of gold in the hinterlands had reached Narleen, and she organised an operation with her grandfather, to oversee the Zahak mines.

Just like with her Foundry she found success, and became one of the wealthiest women in the Leonine Empire. Though she never abolished slavery altogether, she did take measures toward the better treatment of slaves and provided a network that allowed escaped slaves to flee into the Northern Federation, a land without slavery.

In time she married her devoted protector, the warrior Stag-Horn. As a boy he had loved her from afar, as a man as his wife.

She died an old woman, in the spring, having birthed many children and started a legacy of firebrand abolitionists. Her husband died the following year.

>>20835603
Emilio Zahak avenged his brother Estavo, tracking down the cartel assassins responsible. With the help of his friend, the Royal Prince, they brought those responsible to justice. In the process they busted a corrupt ring of city officials, sending the likes of Jean Paravel to the gallows.

Emilio continued his career in the military, eventually becoming Field Marshall on the elevation of his closest friend to the Imperial Throne. He oversaw the destruction of the Jericho Uprising with a heavy heart, his concious siding with the freedom fighters, but his loyalty sworn to the king. He later oversaw the reconquest of Old World territories, re-establishing some measure of peace to the shattered Old World.

He retired to live out his last few days with his wife Morag and their sons, Padraig and Estavo. He died an old man living a peaceful life in the country.

>>20835620
Dawnstar remained in Narleen all her life, working to continue her mistress' legacy. Little had Estavo known, he had impregnated the witch during their ritual, and she gave birth to their son in secret.

Teaching him the ways of magic and ensuring he was given the best possible instruction, Estavo's bastard son took up the father's mantle as a crusader, and continued the war against the World-Killer. Orando 'Apache' Zahak would go on to live a dangerous life as a soldier-of-fortune, caught between a world of magic and violence.

Dawnstar passed away before her time, having never known another lover.

>>20835639
Silti and Hildi were lost shortly after Estavo's death. his parents, seeing no use for them, sold them off to a Nova Leon whore house. Their peculiar manner kept them from ever being more than a curiosity, and their brain addled state saw them put in the care of the church as they reached advanced years.

They took holy vows, and though old they found purpose in assisting Apache Zahak in his battles with the forces of disorder.

>>20835639
>Orando 'Apache' Zahak would go on to live a dangerous life as a soldier-of-fortune, caught between a world of magic and violence.

This seems like an interesting story to play actually

>>20835661
Agreed

>>20835648
Benjamin Cohen died fighting in the Jericho Uprising. Though he had never been much of a soldier, his skills as a surgeon saved many lives, amongst them one Rikard Paravel. Paravel opened a hospital in Ben's honour on his return to Narleen from the war.

Rikard Paravel remained a close friend of the Zahak family. After his father's execution, Rikard assumed his responsibilities as a councilman. Though he had an unorthodox approach, laws brought about helped clean up the streets of Narleen and end the cartels.

His wife, Estelle, remained melancholy for sometime. Though they never spoke of it, he knew she regretted marrying him, and spent much of her life asking 'what could have been'.

Jocasta Brighton was hired by one Joe Ashigaru to return him to his homeland. On arrival he proposed to her, but she turned him down, and both returned to the high seas. They died together exploring the great southern 'red earth', killed by tribals while exploring the shore line.

Bart Cooper was revealed to be a cartel spy planted in the Zahak Trading Ring. With the Cartel being busted in Emilio Zahak's investigation. Bart Cooper found himself on the end of a noose.

Ashanti Bast nearly committed suicide. She broke her sword and threw away her leopard pelt in shame after failing to protect her charge. Broken and lost she took up work with a pimp named Miles Furioso, working as a whore until she found a warrior's death protecting another girl from a gang of thugs.

>>20835682
Gabriel Juno spent his last years tutoring the bastard son of Estavo Zahak. He trained the boy in swordplay, in seduction, and bequeathed him the ancient Alban Sword of Kings on his death bed. Though he never succeeded in seducing Dawnstar, he grew quite affection for the woman, and his last act before slipping into death was a kiss from the witch.
The Thrice Blessed Swordsman, the Alban King-Maker, died in obscurity in a little shake in the middle of the Narleen swamplands.

His last words were reportedly 'Nualla'.

>>20835695
Artur Stone-snake never faced justices. He remained the Royal Representative until the end of his days. Though he never destroyed Narleen, he often wished ill on the city. His agents unleashed a manufactured plague on the town, killing hundreds, and he deprived the Narleen regiments of much needed reinforcement during critical battles against the Jericho freedom fighters.

He died after finding a protege, who learned all his secrets only to poison the old man over an evening meal. In that way, the Stonesnake lived on.

>>20835701
Ramon Zahak and his wife Sophia both died in the plagues. They left behind a new born son, Rico, who was raised by his grandfather. Rico Zahak took over the Zahak Slave trade, and ran it with flair and efficiency.

Charlemagne Zahak passed away after falling from a horse leaving behind a young wife and new born twins, a son and daughter, Carmen and Desmond Zahak.

>>20835661
>>20835669
World Killer Quest? I can dig it.

Set in a more Napoleonic era.

Consider this my next quest.

>>20835729
Will we get dragoons, because if so I'm in.

>>20835730
Yes.

>>20835730
Dragoon?
For a moment I thought you said dragons.

>>20835729
Cool. Will be looking forward to it.

>>20835577
Well fuck, I killed a quest. I I only wanted to see what would happen if the main character died for real! ...So uh yeah in retrospect I should've seen it coming. Sorry for ruining everyone's fun.

So thanks for playing all, I appreciate the love you guys sent my way and the fun times we had. I hope you enjoyed what you got, and I'm sorry for the abrupt end.

Though Estavo is dead the Zahak name lives on. I hope you all join me sometime for the World Killer Quest, starring Orlando 'Apache' Zahak. I'll try to bring what made you love this quest, while making it something any anon can play.

Keep an eye on this twitter for updates: //twitter.com/EstavoZahak

>>20835759
People die when they are killed.
Remember that.
Might save your life on day.

>>20835762
>World Killer Quest

If you call it like that people unfamiliar with Slaver Quest might think that the main character IS the world killer and try to play it according to what they perceive how a 'World Killer' should be played.
"Crusader Quest" is probably not a good name either.

>>20835775
Apache Quest is right out.

Though if I just specify in the OP that -you are on a quest to kill the World-Killer- people might cotton on pretty quickly.

>>20835783
World-Killer Killer Quest?

You'd think people on sup/tg/ would be happy to see a quest end.

>>20835783
Right, that should take of the problem.

>>20835785
now that's just silly

>>20835791
not like this though

>>20835795
More seriously something like Hunter of the World-Killer. It wouldn't flow well with Quest at the end of the name but I like the sound of it.

>>20835802
Hunt for the World-Killer?

What?! What?!
No, cant we just have a rewind, many other quests do so, we understand the risk here, and i would've said the girls in the end!
Really, can we rewind back to the 95 roll and just Sit there?

Please?

>>20835802
>>20835810
seems too long

>>20835826
I'd like that but OP seems to be serious about this

>>20835831
>>20835826
If I rewind the tension will be lost forever. you'll think I'd cave and gloss over fatal mistakes, or make things easier on you in the future.

Better to abide by the dice. Better to die.

>>20835849
Yeah, that's what I thought your stance would be.
Shame though, but a mans principle is a mans principle.


....
Still, wouldn't mind if you retconned

>>20835682
Wow Bart was a spy? I did not see that coming at all.

Thanks for at least summing up the game and what could have been etc. I appreciate that you are taking your time to do that.

>>20835849
>>20835831
Damn it and i read his closings, posting as soon as his little lost forever thing!

The trolls are useless, you shouldn't let them bother you, dont sweat the small stuff here! Ashanti just giving up her sword like that really bothers me, and we could possibly turn bart cooper or deal with him when it happens, I dont want this quest to die out so suddenly!

How is the tension lost? I'm Freaking out right now, i was just calmly reading before im off to work and now my day is ruined, how is this not tension?! We've seen how fatal mistakes can be, but We've done enough for this quest to not just Die because of One Gun from a guard who wasnt even after us in the first place!

Maybe someone grabs us knowing what we'll try and stops us?

>>20835729
Sounds awesome, looking forward to it.

>>20835876
>How is the tension lost? I'm Freaking out right now, i was just calmly reading before im off to work and now my day is ruined, how is this not tension?!

Man, you do not know how I regret that I decided to have breakfast first before reading and participating the quest. I might have been just in time to prevent pursuing them. Or at least in time to have someone else sacrificed in stead of the main character.

>>20835876
Dude it's too late. The game is over and all the spoilers have been revealed. It sucks really damn hard but it is what it is. Too much meta knowledge, some bad decisions and fucked up dice have ended the story.

>>20835869
Yeah. I didn't want it to be obvious. Every time I gave you guys a choice I wanted there to be a consequence. The consequence for hiring all three candidates was that Bart would turn out to be a spy. Originally he was going to try and abduct Fio, since the cartel ran that child brothel, and leave you up shit creek. But I didn't want to spring that trap too early and I wanted to give you guys a chance to catch him out before hand.

Just to confirm a theory, Stonesnake did in fact use his magic to push Esteban into committing suicide.

>>20835915
Bart being a spy would have been an excellent plot twist. Nice thinking.

>>20835915
>Just to confirm a theory, Stonesnake did in fact use his magic to push Esteban into committing suicide.
I knew it!

Were there any hints that Bart was a spy? I must have missed them if there were.

>>20835759
>Let's see what happens when the main character dies!
>on /tg/
>in a roleplaying quest

>>20835928
Nothing obvious. A particular keenness to get involved in your work was meant to be a slight tip off, but I was planning on putting something more overt further down the line.

-4. that's a new personal record!

There was a lot of stuff you guys never actually saw that I had planned out, and a lot of stuff you did see fleshed out happened completely by accident. That's one of the things I love about role playing. You start in one place and end somewhere very different.

>>20835953
especially when we had one major character die already

come on

>>20835975
>There was a lot of stuff you guys never actually saw that I had planned out, and a lot of stuff you did see fleshed out happened completely by accident.

Like what for example?

>>20835995
Stuff involving the Church, stuff involving the Cartels. If you had gone to a different witch you'd never have wound up a crusader. If you had decided to become fully abolitionist and sell weapons with your sister you would have wound up allying with the World-Killer and fighting a different crusader.

I'd planned a whole back story between Tauro and Orion, and if they had met in battle an epic fight. I barely got to touch on the whole 'Stag-Horn is madly in love with Theresa' thing. And Dawnstar being pregnant. Ben Cohen being a closet homosexual dealing with blackmail. A few other plot threads.

Shit I made up as I went along. Stag-Horn and Dawnstar were never meant to be major characters. Hildi and Silti were originally going to die but I changed my mind. Everything involving Gabriel Juno was made up on the spot. Estelle was originally going to be the love interest but I ditched it. Ilsa Wolfsburg was changed dramatically when she appeared. Some other stuff I can't remember.

>>20836045
>I'd planned a whole back story between Tauro and Orion, and if they had met in battle an epic fight.
Who would have won?

>>20836059
Dice rolls.

But probably Tauro. The man wasn't human any more.

>>20836064
>The man wasn't human any more.
Shit. Really?
Stone-snake could make people like that?

>>20835975
The only thing that was really spoiled was bart, you can still recover this, we can, please, I can't co ntinue to argue for it right now at work, but please estavos tale shouldn't end

>>20836075
....yes. I thought his army of zombie-slaves was a dead give away, as well as the physical changes Hilti and Silti demonstrated when they attacked Nualla.

>>20836097
Zombies were kind of obvious that they were not normal. I thought Tauro was just genetic freak.

>>20836091
Yeah, I feel like shit too. I think I convinced OP to reboot this quest 2 or 3 times since it started and having it end just because someone was "curious" to know what would happen if main character dies is fucking awful.

I'm not the least bit surprised slaver quest ended this way.

>>20836136
It's a sucky end. A combination of barely failing rolls leading to death, I mean a 90/95 leading towards getting a massive hole in the chest feels wrong to me, not really being informed of the entirety of the situation, really bad decisions on the player's part and one chucklefuck rolling for deciding to die.

You know what, i just got home and hoping to see this, all i see is this stupid clusterfuck of a disappointment.


I wish to file for a rerun of this whole thread.

Mainly because it is a fucked up thing to do and until now we have always been calculated even in the most odd situations. running at armed gun and swordsmen butt naked while inebriated and in midst coitus is something terribly out of character and very much trollish way to end it.

>>20836387
also we did not fuck Ashanti.

>>20835759
>est. I I only wanted to see what would happen if the main character died for real! ...So uh yeah in retrospect I should've se

Why thank you so very much for ruining my weekend entertainment as well as the story, and putting the GM out of the mood.

Its been fun learning that /tg/ also has idiots just as big as /b/.

Really.

/sarcasm/

>>20836387
>running at armed gun and swordsmen butt naked while inebriated and in midst coitus is something terribly out of character and very much trollish way to end it.

This is true. We're not playing a mindless robot, when something happens that is out of character to such extent, there should really be much, much more hefty support for it than one or two suggestions.

>>20836387
As much as I would like to retcon, give it another shot at this point we really can't.

I'd like to retcon back to before we chose to go after him, when I was still operating under the assumption that pistols were single shot, an assumption that I asked to be clarified and was not. I would like to go back to when we had to roll not to bleed out after being shot after a 90. I would even be fine with going back and choosing someone to off in our stead.

But given the epilogue bit, the revelation of various character's motives and other things we aren't supposed to know we really fucking can't.

>>20836541
that is only one and can be easily changed around.

Stil, the GM probably feels he needs to keep on the no nonsense policy more than developing the story, for which i am terribly sad, since this was a great concept, unfortunately ruined by opportunists and griefers, and nagging bitching.

>>20836772
And while other quests of the OP, if he/she decides to try others, will be just as well written they simply wont have the same pull for me, since it wont be the same unique dynamic and circumstance this concept let me play. Since sadly salvers are a rather unexplored and taboo subject, while every other crime that can be organized is being explored thoroughly in every other game.

>>20836541
Terrible saddening epiloges?
I took an earrly lunch to fight more for this, we're making good points here, and the gm had said he'd changed people along the way.

I won't let estavo die.

>>20836793
sadly we lack the writing skill comrade.

Yeah, tiny phone keypadll do that. >>20836812

>>20836792
Right, because this quest dealt so much with the taboo aspect of slavery instead of glossing over it in favor of orgies and being a big damn hero.

>>20837422
It was more than any other do.

They are always going to be backdrops, especially as a slave trader and not a slave hunter or owner. you are not the operator, but the middle man. Even then it would have been backdrops. Its just the way crime and villainy tends to be portrayed in case the pov is the protagonist and not the antagonist.

Such are things.

>>20837422
>being a big damn hero.
We killed 2 children just in this thread.

But yeah, bitch trolls (like you) gonna whine and cry no matter what.

>>20837511
It would be like a movie about a legal drug dealer glossing over the fact that they deal drugs and ignoring all the people that are hooked on the legal opiates and that we are singlehandedly supporting the destruction of lives and families and sometimes actively endorsing it. But hey, then we wouldn't have time to sex up twins at orgies and be praised for it!
>>20840894
We hid like a bitch while a spy did our dirty work after trying our very best to be Mr. Nice Guy.

>>20840990
>We hid like a bitch while a spy did our dirty work after trying our very best to be Mr. Nice Guy.

Are you literally, medically retarded or something? Having somebody else do the dirty work does not absolve one from those crimes.

>>20841393
It still develops the character as a weak willed chump who cant stomach the dirtier side of life despite being a fucking slaver.

>>20841584
no, it doesn't

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>>20841933
What a well written and intellectual rebuttal.