By the time morning comes, the spook has more work for me to do, “Your boots should be ready, paid him for express work, same with the cloak.” He informs me, tapping a coin against the table. “Go into town and pick them up.” He peruses his purse, “And make sure to pick up some more food. That girl eats more than she looks capable of. And while you’re down there, get something to disguise her, in case she needs to leave the house.”

I nod diligently and take the purse, smear some of the pain relieving paste on my feet and hobble down the shaded path towards town, the spook lending me his staff to walk with.

About halfway there, I see some shadows lurking under the trees, three older boys picking apples, who quickly loom out onto the road, blocking my path, smiling at me. “Hey there, new face in town, always nice to see.” The boy in the middle offers his hand, “You can call me Aaron.” He gives me a grin, his sandy hair shining bright in the sun.

I take his hand warily, while the shorter boy on my right looks over me, “Going shopping are you? Your pockets jingling awful loud.”

“Must be heavy…” The boy on my left, this one a ginger, comments. “And you’re walking all funny… Maybe we could help you with the load?”

>Hit Aaron in the face, intimidation!
>”Actually, it’s iron shavings, no coin on me today.”
>”I don’t want any trouble, just take some and go.”
>Write in

>>43424625
>”Actually, it’s iron shavings, no coin on me today.”
>Write in
You guys should get some to carry on yourselves too, lots witches have been running around here lately. Just saying you gotta be careful.

Also why are we not carrying a weapon?
Who the fuck goes out without weapon in medieval times?

>>43424676

Pretty much everyone who doesn't have the money for it.

>>43424714
Its called a club, or walking stick. You take a stick and wack people with it. You don't have to buy it, just walk to nearest forest.

>>43424625

>”Actually, it’s iron shavings, no coin on me today.”

>"Mr. Johnson wouldn't be happy if I'm late, so I'll get going. You know how Spooks get..."

>Get ready to knee him in the balls if he gets too close

>>43424731
hence the staff, it's heavy oak wood with a thick tip

>>43424731

Actually we're supposed to get an oak staff. Guess our master forgot to give it to us yet.

>>43424755

Wait, I'm dumb. We're already carrying the staff. So those punks are pretty bold trying to steal from us

calling it

>>43424838
Wait, hang on, roll me a d20

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>43424847
Fuck we are getting robbed.

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>>43424859
No we ain't

I clear my throat, hobbling back a step, “Actually, no coin on me today.” I tell them. “Just some iron shavings banging together. I’m on very important spook business. There’s an incredibly dangerous witch heading towards town, and you three are standing between me and saving lives.”

They exchange panicked looks, “A witch? Heading towards Arling?” Aaron asks. “W-well don’t let us get in your way, go do your job!” He steps out of my way and the ginger boy gives me a shove down the road.

I hurry on into town as fast as my legs will carry me, first stopping by the cordwainer to get my new boots.

They slip on easily, easy on the arches and comfortably supporting the heel. “Just give them a few days and you can march a week straight and feel like you’re walking on a cloud.” He promises, throwing a look out the window, “Oh and… just between us, don’t go wearing your cloak around town too much. People may need Mr Johnson, but that doesn’t mean they like him, even if he does pay well.”

I thank him dutifully, giving him my own boots for a cleaning, before I head into the village market, stocking up on groceries. Kara had eaten through a whole bushel of carrots, along with a few parsnips, and the spook had ordered a few other things, bacon, cheese, bread and eggs.

With the food weighing me down, I head to pick up my cloak, looking around the store while the seamstress fetches it. I see two things that I think could disguise Kara; a heavy cloak that could hide her ears and a probably a bit of her face, a mask with simple decoration, swirls and what not. Unfortunately, the carrots had been more expensive than my master had thought, leaving me only with enough money to pay for one.

>Get the cloak, the ears are a giveaway
>Get the mask, her face is the danger

>>43424952
>Get the cloak, the ears are a giveaway
Any idiot can see those. We can say some scar bullshit or witch curse for the face.

>>43424952
>Get the mask, her face is the danger
She was complaining about having her ears cowered earlier. She ain't gonna use the cloak.
Cloak would be more practical for weather and stuff tho.

>>43424952

>Get the cloak, the ears are a giveaway

I would say mask but that would be suspicious.

Well we can always wrap some bandages, scarf, or something around her face. Or wood carve a mask ourselves.

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I grab the cloak for now, a soft shade of green, deep hood, big enough that she could try to comfortably hide her ears… maybe. Her ears are a dead giveaway after all, hard to hide them.

The seamstress raises a brow when I ask to buy it on top of my own cloak, but doesn’t ask any questions, folding them both and passing them to me.

Aaron and his friends are gone, thankfully, as I walk back to the spook’s house. Kara is kneeling by the small well in the garden, grimacing as she tries to clean her own clothes against a washer board, my spare clothes way to big on her, she clenches her teeth and powers through, looking incredibly inexperienced at what she’s doing.

The spook directs me to stock the pantry, taking his staff back gratefully, he returns to reading a book.

By the time I’m done, he sets his book aside, “Well, Leon, I’m interested in your choice, so unstructured learning today.” He places a few things on the table. “Care to read up on witches some more,” He taps a thick tome, “Question our guest about these… lapines, or” He taps a whittling knife on the table, “Would you like to start carving your own staff?” He splays his hands wide, silently waiting for my answer.

>Read up on witches, knowledge is power
>Question Kara
>Staff, can’t keep borrowing the spooks

>>43425255
>Staff, can’t keep borrowing the spooks

>>43425255
Staff for sure we need a weapon.

>>43425255
>Staff, can’t keep borrowing the spooks

>>43425255
>Staff, can’t keep borrowing the spooks

>>43425255
Staff

We should probably make like 2 of them, in case one breaks or something.

>>43425255
>>Staff, can’t keep borrowing the spooks

Staff is good

“Well, the staff is probably the most prudent.” I figure.

The spook nods along, “Prudent is one word.” He beckons me to follow him, limping out the back door to the house, he gestures to a sturdy branch fallen from an oak tree, easily as thick as my arm and taller than I am when standing it up. “Now, since this is your first, it doesn’t have to be perfect, but you want to slim it down a bit, carve it with your own hands so you can get an appreciation for it, then we’ll have the wood treated in town so it will last.”

He directs me to haul it over to a bench, as I make slow progress in stripping the bark. “Mr Johnson…” I mutter through clenched teeth, “Why is it that you don’t carry other weapons… like a sword?”

He sucks his teeth loudly, “What? You want to go wave a sword about and go slaying dragons?” I shake my head and he lets out a long sigh. “Regular people are antsy around spooks as it is, but if they see a spook with a blade… well, then we start getting seen as rogue warriors, don’t we? Then maybe they get suspicious, maybe they call the church up to take a look at us?” He taps his own staff against the ground, “Besides, people underestimate a good staff. Effective against witches, while still able to knock a few teeth out and crack a few ribs if need be.”

He forces himself to his feet again, wandering off with the instruction to keep working.

I’ve treated more than a few splinters out of my fingers by the time the sun’s set, but the bark is fully stripped, along with a… well decent’s an exaggeration, but a start on carving at the wood, haven’t even nicked myself on the knife yet.

I hand Kara who cloak as Mr Johnson cooks dinner, she seems to like the colour, pulling it around her neck. It’s a bit baggy on the body, but she’s hesitant to pull up the hood, chewing her lip for a moment, before she grits her teeth, concentrating on lowering her ears without touching them and pulling the hood up and over.

With a little bit of adjustment, they’re hidden, “There.” She nods, “Do I look human now?” She asks, tilting her head around as she inspects herself in a mirror.

The spook appraises her, “Enough. Long as no one notices that you’ve got no ears in the right spot. Wear your hair forward more and you’ll be fine from a distance.

She gives me a small smile, taking her hood off again. “Thank you for this Leon, I don’t think I’ll be going into town any time soon… but it’s nice to have.”
My vision starts to swim again as I look at her, her teeth bright white and-


I slap myself across the face again, “No, it was my master’s idea, and money. I just picked it up for you.”

The spook spares a glance out the window as he sets a few bowls of soup down, “Full moon tonight, no doubt someone will come calling in the night, most likely with some tale of men turning to beasts or some other drunken story.”

“Tonight?” Kara asks.

“Something the matter with the full moon?” My master retorts sharply.

“Oh, no… that’s just sooner than I’d thought. Back home, the moon had only just turned full…” She lapses back into silently drinking her soup.

She excuses herself quickly after, hurrying upstairs, the Spook watching her with sharp eyes. “Leon, on full moons when the weathers clear, I usually spend the night down by the bell, saves me having to get up and walk down there every ten minutes… but that girl’s hiding something.” He jabs a finger in my direction, forcing himself upright with his staff. “So, do you want to stick up here and find out what she’s up to, or are you going to watch the villagers for me?”

>I’ll keep an eye on Kara
>I’ll watch the bell, you shouldn't walk too far.

>>43425679
>I’ll keep an eye on Kara

Freaking cantaloupes that are not werewolves.

>>43425679
>>I’ll keep an eye on Kara
You're not a true spook until you kill your waifu

>>43425679
>I’ll keep an eye on Kara

Did you know statically people are known act much more 'feral' on nights of the full moon?
Murders, rapes, and all sorts of things are increased.

I wonder if this was the source of the myth of warhwulves or the myth the cause of these actions?

Oh beautiful Luna...how you're mysterious gravitational pull on our oceans and our moods ebb and flow...

>>43425679
>>I’ll watch the bell, you shouldn't walk too far.
He's much more experienced at fighting monsters.

>>43425679
>My vision starts to swim again as I look at her, her teeth bright white and-

Should ask the Spook about working on our mental control. Maybe get some meditation on?

Calling the vote

>>43425776
That's a good idea.

>>43425679
>I’ll keep an eye on Kara
The hood may allow Kara into town, but without hiding her face she still can't interact with people, reducing the hood's usefulness.

>>43425667
>“Besides, people underestimate a good staff. Effective against witches, while still able to knock a few teeth out and crack a few ribs if need be.”

Actually, a proper staff can easily break someone's spine

Kara could start a little vegetable farm on the Spook's land.

It'd give her something to do, a source of food for her endles s hunger and makes her seem useful to Spooky Mcspook-spook.

“I’ll keep an eye on Kara.” I assure him.

He nods, “Good. If you need me back here, send the cat to fetch me. She usually sleeps in the kitchen. A good way to get her attention is pulling on her tail.” The cat hisses and bumps against him, slinking across the table and laying down to lick itself. He lets out the closest thing I’ve heard to a laugh from him and pauses to rub the cat’s ears, before he lets himself out the door, limping down the path.

I seat myself against the wall linking to Kara’s room, listening intently as I continue carving at my staff, trying to follow the grain of the wood, I think that’s what your supposed to do? Or is it against the grain?

She’s walking around a lot more than usual, muttering to herself quietly, the words muffled but discernible through the wall. “Okay Kara, you can do this… just keep the curtains drawn and it won’t happen. They’ll probably treat you like the others if they know about this.”

I can hear her pacing back and forth, back and forth in the other room, her footsteps light on the floorboard, slowly growing in volume… and density.

I hear something loud bump in the other room, Kara trying to stifle a scream, the heavy groan of wood on wood as I hear the bed shift violently, something huge scrabbling against the wall, as whatever it is starts to violently throw itself around the room.

>Check it out alone.
>Get the cat, need the spook here NOW!
>Write in

>>43426040
>Get the staff, check it out. Bring the cat so it can run off in the event of an emergency.

>>43426040
>Write in
>Investigate but keep ourselves hidden from whatever is making the noise.

>"I swear to all that is holy...please don't kill me because I was kind too you."

>>43426040
>Write in
Get the cat, take it with you, grab your stick, and then check it out.

>>43426040
>Gather any vegetables left and leave them out as a trap.

>Set up a trapping device and lure Kara or whatever she turned into, and drop the trap on her as she's eating.

>Then tell the fucking cat to get Master.

When are we gonna see Arctus, Uncle Chuckles? I missed last night's tuffle quest so I'm in a big space adventures mood

>>43426040
SEND OFF THE FUCKING CAT THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT JOHNSON WAS TALKING ABOUT

>>43426040
>Get the cat, need the spook here NOW!

>>43426040
backing >>43426060

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>>43426229
good job posting that picture early chuckles, you fuck

>>43426186
if you mean whens Eail free, I think he's got a week off coming soon, if you mean in monkeys... who knows

>>43426229
Oh shit. That's the thing that tunneled through isn't it?

We don't even need the feet mold for her.

>Logan tries to take notes as Kara attacks us

"Ah so your even an herbivore when transformed!"
>Dodges claws
"Fascinating! But your still quite dangerous even in this state. Your claws are quite long..."

>Kara snaps at us

"And so are your teeth! Wonderful!"

>>43426229
Kara's a male, calling it now, prepare for imminent werebunny rape.

>>43426229
So, we're killing Kara now?
Johnson doesn't seem the type to take chances and will probably kill her just to be sure she won't be a problem.

Probably doesn't concern himself with humans that are killers simply to not have troubles with the Church.

>>43426296
I dunno, didn't he say he considered the lethal method of dealing with witches to be distasteful. I don't get the feeling he's the most ruthless spook out there.

>>43426229
Well... I grab my partially readied staff, head down to the kitchen and wake the cat.

It mewls lazily, staring up at me as I nudge it awake, but slowly clambers to it's feet, as I raid the pantry for some bait.

I carefully make my way upstairs, the cat stalking confidently behind me. I take a deep breath, press against the wall beside the door and slowly ease it open. “Please don’t kill me for being nice to you.” I mutter, tossing a parsnip inside.

I hear a startled, inhuman squeal and huge thumping feet, before I take a look inside. The cat hisses loudly as it looks too, revealing an enormous rabbit inside, easily nine feet from head to tail, it’s feet each the size of my torso and backing up against the far wall, shaking it’s head desperately, a glimmer of moonlight pressing through a crack in the curtains.

There’s no sign of Kara… wait, of course there is. “Kara?” I ask… her.

She nods, trying to cram herself into a corner, attempting to nudge the curtains shut with her nose.


The cat hisses, advancing into the room, eyes gleaming in moonlight. Kara attempts to cram herself further back, her ears being pressed down under the low ceiling.

>Were you the one who made those tunnels in Blackrock?
>You’re not going to hurt us, are you?
>Spook was right about you, wasn't he?
>Write in

>>43426354
>Were you the one who made those tunnels in Blackrock?

>>43426354
>>Were you the one who made those tunnels in Blackrock?

>>43426325
He preferred burying witches alive to killing them. I don't think that's much better. He said he didn't like the "rip her heart out and eat it" method of killing witches that some spooks use.

>>43426354
>Were you the one who made those tunnels in Blackrock?
If no, then:
>You’re not going to hurt us, are you?

>>43426354
>Were you the one who made those tunnels in Blackrock?
>You’re not going to hurt us, are you?

>>43426354
>>Write in
Release the cat! Get the master.
then
>You’re not going to hurt me, are you?

>>43426354
>Write-in

"Cat. Unless you can transform into a nine-foot cat person then I suggest you scat and go get master."

Tap him with our staff. Lightly of course.
She probably can't speak so yes or no questions are our only option.
>"Are there more like you Kara?"

>>43426354
>Were you the one who made those tunnels in Blackrock?
>write in
Go in and close the curtains completely; see if that will change her back.

>>43426409
Let's not. I don't want to expose our back to a rabbit that is as big as a bear.

>>43426375
That wasn't burying them alive. It was a cage, hence the iron bars on top of the hole and filings round the outside.

>>43426354
>>Were you the one who made those tunnels in Blackrock?
>>You’re not going to hurt us, are you?

>Keep the cat near us. We don't want her to do something rash yet.

>>43426354

Adding:

>Keep looking at her, but close the curtains completly

to my vote here >>43426431

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I keep my grip on my staff tight in one hand, "Were you the one who made those tunnels in Blackrock?" I ask.

She tilts her head to look at me, shaking it side to side furiously. "Nnnnnn." She whines. Well, there goes that theory.

I scoot the cat backwards with my foot, stopping it's advance. It glares up at me with green eyes, but halts it's advance, keeping Kara pinned with it's gaze.

"And you're not planning on hurting us, are you?" I follow up.

Another shake of her head, another "Nnnnn." She looks like she's hyperventilating, as she tries to make herself look smaller, pawing at the curtains incessantly, her lack of thumbs making it harder.

The cat yowls, looking up at me with what seems like sarcasm, licking a paw and stroking behind it's ears, thoroughly cleaning itself off, before butting my staff and nodding at Kara significantly.

>Cat, get the spook
>Will shutting the curtains change you back?
>Well, are there other lapines we should know about?
>Test the staff on Kara again.
>Write in

>>43426606
>>Cat, get the spook
>Will shutting the curtains change you back?

>>43426606
>Well, are there other lapines we should know about?

We should also add that we aren't scared or angry at her.

"I promise I won't let anyone or anything harm you. As long as I'm here, this is your home and you'll be safe with me okay?"

>>43426606
>Will shutting the curtains change you back?
>Well, are there other lapines we should know about?

>>43426427
Ten foot deep pit that's six feet wide.

Does this mean that Johnson has a Witch Prison somewhere that he throws witches into? Because it seems irresponsible to leave witches just buried around the countryside.
People are stupid, ignorant, malicious, and shouldn't be trusted. At least monsters and witches arent self-righteous bigots.

>>43426606
"Here let's take you somewhere with no windows. That might help"

>>43426606
>Will shutting the curtains change you back?
>Are there other lapines we should know about?

>>43426606

>Close the curtains completly, but keep looking at her.
>"Calm down, please. We're not going to hurt you."

>>43426637
>At least monsters and witches arent self-righteous bigots.
I dunno, I'd imagine there probably are monsters who are self-righteous and bigoted in their own ways.

>>43426606
>Will shutting the curtains change you back?

>>43426637
>I call it my 'Witch Valley'. It's a joke! But seriously, I've put so many men and women who practice the craft into the ground. They're screams in their pits still haunt my dreams, and only my nightmares give me solace from their voices."

>>43426606
>Will shutting the curtains change you back?
Let's wait to test the staff on her until she calms down. We don't want her breaking a wall if it hurts a lot.

>>43426637

>Does this mean that Johnson has a Witch Prison somewhere that he throws witches into?

Generaly, it's close to the Spook's house. Sometime in the basement.

> At least monsters and witches arent self-righteous bigots.

Some are. Witches and monsters that aren't alien to humans are just people with more powers

>>43426665
>>43426708
A vampire supremacist that views other undead as untermenschen?
Werewolves concerned with racial purity?

>>43426762

Witches that consider themselves as inherently superiors to all.

>>43426802
Can you blame them? Being able to do magic (aka make reality itself your bitch) kinda makes you superior to everybody who can't. Well at least if they are good at it.

I take a few slow steps forward, holding my hands out wide, "Easy... easy. Will shutting the curtains change you back?"

She nods, then pauses, pointing an enormous paw at a small clocking hanging on the wall, before thumping her paw against the floor four times.

"...After four hours?" I ask hopefully, getting a nod in response.

Okay. I keep my eyes too her and back away, drawing the curtains tight. She's too big to fit out the door like this, but I slowly draw her out of the corner. "Okay... calm down. I'm not here to hurt you."

She slowly worms her way out of the corner, crouching low in the room, her breathing slowing down to an acceptable rate, even if it her nose keeps twitching a mile an hour, her ears swivelling every which way, before locking towards the window.

"Nnnnn!" She whines again, nodding out towards the garden and flicking an ear.

If I strain the very edge of my hearing, I can make out... it sounds like weak groaning, out in the southern half of the garden, deep in, behind a thick copse of trees. Never been that far back...

“The hell is that?” I mutter under my breath. I ask Kara to stick put, and head around the house, trying to find a window facing south, but no dice. The only window I could use is in the spooks bedroom, and his is locked tight.

>Get some salt and iron and check it out.
>Nope, stay in the house, watch Kara.
>Cat? Need you to fetch the spook now.
>Write in

>>43426878
>Cat? Need you to fetch the spook now.

>>43426878
>>Cat? Need you to fetch the spook now.
We've only been at this for two days or something

>>43426878
>Cat? Need you to fetch the spook now.
have some salt and iron on hand in case

>>43426878
>>Get some salt and iron and check it out.
>Cat? Need you to fetch the spook now.

>>43426878
>Cat? Need you to fetch the spook now.

And as >>43426929 said, we should probably have some salt and iron on our hands.

>>43426878
Grab some salt and iron and go check on the Spook's witch garden.

>>43426878
>Nope, stay in the house, watch Kara

>>43426878
>>Cat? Need you to fetch the spook now.

>Have salt and iron at the ready, but stay in the house

>Make sure to stay vigilante, periodicaly look outside and at Kara

>>43426878
>>Cat? Need you to fetch the spook now.
>Get some salt and iron

That thing may try to come into the house.

>>43426878
Does master keep a map around or a torch/lamp of some sort so we can see?

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"Cat?" I ask, staring back at the creature, "Need you to fetch the spook now. Something weird's going on out there."

The cat stares at me, then rolls it's neck in a slow circle, turning on it's heel, it struts out. I follow it downstairs, fetching iron and salt, but the cat doesn't head for the back door, it instead lets itself out through the back.

The hell is it-?

A few seconds later, the groaning cuts off with a short yelp and a heavy thud, the cat strutting back in and laying down by the cooling hearth.

It stares at me for a few more second with it's head raised, then shuts its eyes dismissively, laying back down and purring in the heat.

Why do I feel like I was just insulted by the pet?

I peer out panes set in the door, but there's nothing out there, the cat letting out a slow mewling yawn again.

Hmm. I keep the iron and salt with me, setting the latch on the doors, just in case and head back up to Kara.

She seems to have calmed down a lot, her ears able to extend fully if she lays on her belly. I sit with her on her bed, patiently running out the time until she returns to normal.

Her fur starts to recede and her body shrink, and I avert my eyes once I catch a sign of pale flesh, noticing her abandoned clothes.

She saunters across the room and slips my shirt on as I stare determinedly into a corner feeling a heat in my face, before Kara breaks the silence.

"You're going to tell him, aren't you?" She asks, her ears drooping. "And he's going to punish me for not telling him."

>It's kind of my job.
>I can keep it secret as long as you can.
>Write in

>>43427211
>>It's kind of my job.

>>43427211
>>It's kind of my job.
You could just told us, you know. What else are you not telling us?

>>43427211
>"There is another one of you out there. He tunneled right through here. Catch that one, and I'm sure master will let you stay."

"Your not inherently malicious, and Master seems to let those who aren't harmful alone. Why waste energy on things aren't harmful?"
>Get our pen and paper out.

"Tell me everything about your time transforming. Your race is virtually unknown to even to my master, I think it'd help both us if we record this."

>>43427211
>It's kind of my job.
"I'm sorry, but I have to. It'll be worse for both of us if he finds out by accident. And he might have been testing us."

>>43427303
>>43427271

>>43427211
>It's kind of my job.

"But I can vouch for you, at least."

>>43427211
>It's kind of my job.
More importantly, if she wasn't the one responsible for the tunnel, there might be another less friendly one of her kind prowling around.

I'm not sure how weres work in this universe.

Can we look up similar species as well and ask her if she ever displayed any of those things?

>>43427211

>"I'll have to tell, but I'll do everything I can so that you're not punished."

>"Why didn't you tell us earlier?"

>>43427513

I'm not sure there IS weres in this universe, usually. The spook seemed to mock the idea people turning into wolves, earlier.

I twist my lips, “Well, it’s kind of my job.” I tell her, “He is my master after all. But, I can vouch for you. You barely even damaged the room.”

She looks around, only a knocked over candle and a few scratches on the floor and all, her shoulders sagging. “I… Well, thank’s Leon.”

I take a moment to think it over, “Wait, I might have an idea. You might be able to prove your worth, if you can help us find someone.” Her head perks back up, “You can dig tunnels right? big ones?”


“Well, yes.” She nods, “All lapines are strong diggers in our transformed state.”

“Well then, I have good reason to believe there’s another of your kind wandering around. And that they’re less than friendly. My master and I unknowingly stepped into one of their tunnels and they caused a cave in on us, it’s why Mr Johnson’s ankle is broken.

Kara takes a moment to absorb all this, “Then, you want me to help find them?” I nod back, “Well… I’ll try, but this was on a night without the full moon, wasn’t it?” I confirm and a worried look crosses her face, “Well that means this lapine is an adult… only adult lapines are able to transform without the full moon, young people can only do it when the full moon forces us too.

Interesting, “Well.. I’m sure we can convince the spook either way.” I assure her.

She hurries forward a few steps and pulls me into a hug, the soft hair- or is it fur?- on her ears tickling my nose for a few moments, her smell is- no Leon! I bite the inside of my cheek as she talks.

“Thanks Leon, you’re a gentle soul and a good friend.” She pulls back, smiling brightly as she moves to relight the candle.

>I’ll go get the spook then.
>Why didn't you tell us sooner?
>While you’re talking, the spook wanted me to ask you about lapines.
>Write in

>>43427560
Berserkers mite be a thing though.

That'd be fun to run away from.

>>43427575
>"How do I adapt to your...pheromones. I need to know that so it doesn't get in of way of.."

We use the flowery stuff! Dab a little under our nose and see if that cancels out her abilities!

Total callback idea right here.

>>43427575
>>While you’re talking, the spook wanted me to ask you about lapines.

>>43427575
>>43427610
Oh and can adults also hide their ears or are they seen as well?

>>43427575
>Why didn't you tell us sooner?
>While you’re talking, the spook wanted me to ask you about
Collapsing the tunnel on us could have killed us, but we were trespassing with hostile intent.
One day spooks are going to get hauled to court by a demi-human with pockets deep enough to hire a legal team. We had better read up on law for when that day comes.

>>43427575
>>Why didn't you tell us sooner?
>>While you’re talking, the spook wanted me to ask you about lapines.

>>43427575
>While you’re talking, the spook wanted me to ask you about lapines.

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>>43427610
We do the old school gas mask.

>>43427674
He was trespassing under a building, digging without permission on private property, causing damage. You are fucking retard.

>>43427674
Spooks will either be eradicated once magic itself dwindles to the point of a masquerade to be placed upon them and humanity.

Spooks main job is to become obsolete. However there will always be things that go bump in the night that makes humanity need someone to..bump back.

Spook quest eventually turns into Hellboy quest

>>43427733
Dunno, will make it hard to hold hands with Kara with that thing on, won't even be able to see them

>>43427575
>Why didn't you tell us sooner?
>While you’re talking, the spook wanted me to ask you about lapines.

>>43427759
It's not that bad for visibility. You can't see your own penis, unless looking sideways, and have problems buttoning bu your shirt, but otherwise visibility is not that bad. We can remove the google part for more visibility, if we have to too.

>>43427575
>>While you’re talking, the spook wanted me to ask you about lapines.

“Why didn’t you just tell us sooner?” I ask her.

She shifts her gaze downwards, “Because… I thought I could hide it. The humans who live near near Lapina Forest… they like to hunt us for sport. And… I didn’t want to put the idea in anyone’s head.”


“Kara, we wouldn’t hunt you.” I assure her, before I remember the job Mr Johnson gave me. “Uh, while you’re talking about it, the spook wanted me to ask you some questions about Lapines. Is that alright?”

She sighs and nods, “No point in hiding it now. Go ahead.”

I quickly fetch the book and open it to the right page, “Okay, first question… what do you know about how long Lapines live?”

She pauses, “Well, my grandfather lived to be two centuries old, but he was a rare case, the usual is closer to one hundred and twenty. Oh- and we reach adulthood at twenty.”

I hurriedly jot down what she tells me, “And your diet? Seems to be root vegetables?” She nods, “Though when hungry we do eat other things; wheat, fruit… even grass if we’re desperate. Tastes awful though.” She adds, sticking her tongue out with an attempt at a smirk.

I add that to the list, “And… you say you don’t know what magic is, but... “ I gesture at the curtains, “Is there anything else supernatural Lapines do… or rather, something humans can’t?” I ask, hurriedly filling in what she told me about her transformation.

She stops to think about that again, “Well, there’s this weird effect that I’ve been having on human men here… does having moveable ears count?” She asks, screwing her face up as she twitches one of her ears, covering a dainty yawn with her hand.

“I… don’t think that counts.” I shake my head, moving on to the next header. “Next question, how do-” I pause, reading the question in my head.

‘How do lapines reproduce?’ Oh dear.

>Keep it together Leon.
>Moving on! How sensitive are your senses?
>That’s enough for tonight!

>>43428026
>Keep it together Leon.
Gotta learn about those Lapine bites that turn you into rabbit.

>>43428026
>Keep it together Leon.
"Uh. How long are pregnancies, how many children are born on average, are they able to reproduce with other species? I'm asking strictly from a Spook point of view of course."

>>43428026
>>Keep it together Leon.
[Sweating intensifies]

>>43428026
>Keep it together Leon.

>>43428026
This:
>>43428079
>Keep it together Leon.
>"Uh. How long are pregnancies, how many children are born on average, are they able to reproduce with other species? I'm asking strictly from a Spook point of view of course."

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>>43428026
>Keep it together Leon.

Alrighty, time to roll me a d20 DC is 16

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>43428255

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>43428255

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>43428255
We are awkward teenager.

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>43428255

>>43428268
>spaghetti everywhere.

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>43428255
Fucking nerds, this is how it's done

>>43428284
WEW LAD

>>43428268
>And so the village survived the harsh winter purely on spaghetti

>>43428268
>>43428284
Oh boy

So here's my system I'm thinking for this. A 20 equals great, a pass is a pass a fail is a fail and a 1 has different effects

If you get a 20, I drop the 1, if you pass but get a 1, you succeed but with a downside and a fail with a 1 is not gonna be pretty

Every one good with that, or y'all gonna get pissy with me?

>>43428323
I'm good with that.

>>43428323
Sounds fine. Assuming this means it's a best of 5 rolls then when rolls are asked then?

>>43428356
yeah, best of 5

>>43428323
Counting crits with d20 best of five is a questionable system but I don't care that much I guess

>>43428323
How many rolls count in it? First 3? 5? All of them?

As long as downsides are not that bad.

>>43428323
You know people are gonna stop rolling after we get one success, right? Also, i thought its Bo3?

>>43428380
It's probably just Kara calling us a pervert, but thanks to the success telling us anyway.

>>43428376
Yeah there's gonna be a shitload of 20s and 1s with that many rolls on a d20

>>43428323
>>43428374
>[Kato intensifies]

Well, a system is a system, I guess.

>>43428421
3d6 system would be better. Much more average rolls.Probably would have to adjust DC's tho.

>>43428323
Just to be clear, all 5 rolls must be made, right? We can't just roll 3 and stop because we got a good roll and don't want to chance a 1?

>>43428603
No, has to be unless player numbers are low, in which case I'll specify a drop to 3

>>43428430
shhhhh, no, shut up

>>43428398
changed my mind

>>43428633
anyone thats stops rolling after one success is a wussy

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I clear my throat, feeling a heat rise in my face again, "How do- ummm, that is to say..." I gesture with my hands ineffetually, "That is- Lapine babies where do they- are there babies?"

She tilts her head, leaning over and peering at the book. "Oh, reproduction, right." She seems oblivious to my condition, as I feel dry hands against my pants. Damn Leon, keep it together!

"Well, pregnancies usually last about five months, usually with three to four babies per go." She reels off matter of factly, "Families usually give birth twice a decade, starting around age forty."

"D-do you know if you can reproduce with other species?" I gulp. Why am I so sweaty?

She tilts her head, "I... don't know actually. If it happened, no one ever told me about it... though there was a rumour back home that's where kids with shorter ears and different hair colours come from. But those were just childish jokes. I think?"

"A-and how old are you, sorry?" I ask, "We never asked."

"Sixteen, why?" She asks.

"Just making conversation!" I grunt, hurriedly scribbling down her answers. Realllly wish Dad had taught you how to talk to other people better. "Okay, next question! How sensitive are your senses?”

She shrugs, “Well… can you hear that groaning in the garden still?” I shake my head, “Well then my hearing’s better than yours. I think from what the people in Galo told me, my sense of taste isn’t as developed, but they’re… is ‘bumpkin’ a word here?”

I snicker a little at that, “It is. And your smell?”

“Very sensitive.” She assures me, “Not as much as my hearing, but-” She pauses. “I can hear Mr Johnson walking back up the path.” She grabs one of my hands in both of hers, “You really think he won’t roast me up for a stew?”

“Of course not.” I assure her.

>Let me speak to him alone though.
>Come on, we can convince him
>Just tell him you’ll help find the other Lapine
>Write in

>>43428633
There's still going to be much outcry when a 1 comes in at roll 4 or 5, but hopefully it'll be kept down since we need to roll all 5 times.

>>43428748
>>Let me speak to him alone though.

>>43428748
>Come on, we can convince him

>>43428748
>Write in
"He's g-going to think I've fallen for you. So I've gotta learn h-how to block out...your ability to attract people. To prove to him that I'm not under some spell and we can find the other lapine. Oh. Do males do that too?"

>>43428748
>Let me speak to him alone though.

>>43428748
>>Come on, we can convince him
Its not like she attacked us or anything. Just hid things from us.

>>43428748
>Come on, we can convince him

>>43428748
>Just tell him you’ll help find the other Lapine

Are we Wallace and Gromit now?

>>43428748
>>Let me speak to him alone though.

>>43428748
>Let me speak to him alone though.
There, you filthy Gaijin

votes closed

“Just… let me speak to him alone first. I’ll do my best to sort it all out.” I promise her.

I hurry down to the kitchen, my new notes in hand, undoing the latch to let the spook in. “You locked my doors then, did you?” He sighs, easing himself into a chair. “No matter. Anything happen with the girl?”

I choose my words carefully. “I… just listen to the whole story before you make any decisions, alright?”

His eyes narrow, but he nods patiently. “Go on.”

“Well, Mr Johnson… she seems to transform into a giant… nine foot long rabbit in the light of the full moon.” I admit rather lamely.

He grunts, “And? Did she attack you? Rip up the house? Out with it boy.”

I push my notes towards him, “No, actually, I went to check on her when I heard, brought the cat for backup, and a parsnip for bait, but she was trying to hide when I looked in her room, like she was scared.”

The spook runs a thumb under his chin, rubbing it thoughtfully. “And? Is she still like that, upstairs?”

“No, sir. I closed the curtains for her, and after four hours without moonlight, she turned back to normal. Well… ‘normal’ anyway.”

He nods, clicking his teeth together as he pauses. “Explains why she’s been eating so much.” He pulls the notebook towards him. “And she offered all this information freely?” I nod, “Hand writing’s rather good boy. Except in this one section, get’s a bit scratchy during reproduction.” He raises an eyebrow, but raises no further comment. “Now. I want you to tell me in all honesty, is she dangerous?”

“No sir. Never so much as threatened me.” I swear.

He shuts the book and nods, “Very well.” He raises his voice. “Girl! Stay out of trouble and stay indoors every full moon. Understood?”

A pause. “Yes?”

The spook nods, “Anything else to tell me about then? These old bones are tired, so make it quick.”

>The cat doesn’t like Kara much
>The cat doesn’t listen to me
>I think I know what dug those tunnels the other day
>There was something in the garden
>Write in

Pick two

>>43429333
>I think I know what dug those tunnels the other day
>There was something in the garden

>>43429333
>"We can use cat here to find the other lapine that dug up those tunnels. Also there was something in the garden, but the cat kicked its butt."

>>43429333
>>I think I know what dug those tunnels the other day
>The cat doesn’t like Kara much

>>43429369
Pick two, anon. Says clearly to only pick two.

>>43429333
>There was something in the garden
>I think I know what dug those tunnels the other day

>>43429333
>I think I know what dug those tunnels the other day
>There was something in the garden

>>43429333
>I think I know what dug those tunnels the other day
>There was something in the garden

>>43429333
>I think I know what dug those tunnels the other day
>There was something in the garden

>>43429393
Whoops. Missed that. Thanks.

>>43429333
>I think I know what dug those tunnels the other day
>There was something in the garden

>>43429333
>>There was something in the garden
>The cat doesn’t listen to me

“There was something in the garden a few hours ago. But the cat dealt with it. It was making a weird groaning noise.” I inform him.

He nods, gently rubbing the cat’s belly with his foot. “She does that.” He spares me a glance, “Before you ask, don’t worry about it. That was just a witch.” The corner of his mouth twitches as I glance at the back door again, “One that I’ve bound, don’t worry. Some just get a little stir crazy during the full moon. You’ll learn a bit more about it in your studies. Magical power- both benign and malevolent- flows like the tide, stronger as the moon grows closer to the earth and weaker as it distances itself. Still, as long as the iron bars surround her pit, none of those witches will have the strength to escape.”

I glance back at the garden, wondering what kind of person that witch the cat attacked was… and how many witches are back there. “Well… with Kara’s help, I think I’ve also figured out what was digging those tunnels under Blackton.”

“I assume she says it wasn’t her?” He asks bluntly. “Then it was another Lapine. Or she’s lying.” He pulls at his beard, deep in thought, “Still, if it is a lapine, then she may be of use, she’d be a great hand at digging pits, not to mention she could help us flush out this other Lapine… She knows how they think, and how to properly bait one.”

“But for her to catch it, wouldn’t that take another month?” I ask.

The spook shrugs, “While it was hostile, it seems to only be because we invaded it’s tunnel. It didn’t attack us directly in the tunnels, or the mine, or even when you were sketching those prints. It may not be out to attack humans, for now at least.”

Kara pokes her head into the conversation, “We’re usually very wary around the humans who live nearby, if that helps. We fight rarely, and only to protect our homes and family. We don’t hold with spilling blood.”

The spook grunts, “Bah! Then explain why a tonne of earth fell on my ankle.”

Kara winces, but gives him a weak grin. “...Technically, that didn’t spill any blood?” She offers, her joke falling flat.

“Go to bed, both of you.” He growls.

Come the morning, the spook has another mission for Kara, he throws her a hoe and a bag of seed potatoes, ordering her to till out a patch of earth in the garden. “With the increased food intake, you’re going to pull your share.”

She holds it awkwardly, “Actually, my appetite only really increases approaching the full moon, the rest of the month, I eat fairly regular amounts.”

The spook crosses his arms and nods at the dirt again, leaving Kara with no option but to sigh and dig into the soil, while I’m left to carve my staff in contemplative silence, the smooth snick of the blade slicing wood away undercut by Kara’s grunting and flailing.

She is... not doing good, I’m no farmer, but my mother had a small patch for growing herbs, seems to be enjoying working up a sweat though, the work ridding her of the perpetual chill she complains about.

The spook’s reading inside, and I can feel myself dozing off from just the work on the staff, the last of autumn's bees buzzing about fat in the afternoon.

>Ask the spook for a lesson while carving
>Help with the tilling.
>Write in

>>43429773
>>Ask the spook for a lesson while carving
"What happens during other celestial movements? Like a solar or lunar eclipse? Or a blue moon or a blood moon?"

>>43429787
>Ask the spook for a lesson while carving
We need some edumacation.

>>43429787
>>Help with the tilling.

>>43429787
>>Ask the spook for a lesson while carving

>>43429787
>Help with the tilling
Physical activity and developing upper body strength would be good in our line of work.

>>43429814
This sounds alright . get the lore running i haven't read any book

>>43429996
Are we using book lore, or custom one? And if book lore witch one? It's not that consistent.

>>43429787
>Ask the spook for a lesson while carving

We should get white cloak wear it over our head with eye holes, some metal chains, and walk around rattling them. Just saying. Gotta be proper spooky.

>>43429787
>Help with the tilling.
Tilling is good exercise for strength. And more strength is better staff smacking skill.

calling it

Can't we(or a witch) just get some bones, carve runes in them, and use them to smack things with magic? Get some magical weapons going.

>>43430360
How?

What say we save the really fancy ideas for when we aren't a clueless rookie a few days into his training.

>>43430360

>Bone magic

yeah, no. This is bad mojo

>>43430395
Like fighting witches brings any good mojo. Fighting werebeasts and witches will have us puking spiders, and craving for human flesh in no time. Just saying.
Few bone spells eventually will be last of our worries.

>>43430465
I say we just find more on the methods from one of the other spook cultures and use those.

They've all survived in different ways, if we combine all the methods.

>>43430465
>What's the harm in just a little magic?
Oh no, not starting down that slippery slope.

>>43430550
>>43430512
What about using alchemy to permanently boost ourselves? That is Alchemy, not magic.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=buZcrX2TdgI

I take my work and move into the house, “Master? It’d probably be efficient if you taught me something while I was carving. Maybe we could go into more about how celestial movements affect witches?”

He looks up at me, slamming his book shut and setting it aside, “I suppose we could do that, yes.” He sets his book aside. “Very well, you know the basics of it, full moon means more power for all magical beings, and a new moon means less.”

“What about… I don’t know, eclipses?” I ask.

He mulls over his words for a moment, “My but you’re well read. Suppose that’s what happens. Anyway, a lunar eclipse increases the power of dark creatures tenfold, as many of them having a weakness, or at the very least a severe dislike for sunlight, and with the moon blotting it out, often times at the closest point in it’s cycle, witches and their like experience a swell of power. Meanwhile, solar eclipses tend to weaken them. Prior to common superstition, a blood moon is one of the most vulnerable times you could find a creature of the dark in. Of course, they like to bluff and bluster, claiming that they cause such events, but... “ I nod along, curling a few more slices of wood onto the table.

“Any other important times I should know of?” I ask.

“Well, there’s the Equinoxes.” He mumbles, casting an eye at Kara through the window, “Which is why I have some misgivings about these Lapines still.” He clicks his teeth again, “The Equinoxes are days where the barriers between worlds weaken, so they say. Witches call forth terrible beings of great power and bind them as familiars… or try to.” He drums his fingers on the table, “And she says she got lost during a Spring Equinox, yet ends up here during early Autumn. Suspicious at the least.” He shakes his head, “But enough about her.” He snaps his fingers, “Tell me again boy, what are the main three schools of malevolent magic? Quickly now!”

“Blood, Bone and Familiar.” I stammer out quickly.

“And their different strengths and weaknesses?” I reel them off quickly, as best I can remember, the spook nodding approvingly. “And how do you fight a witch?” He asks, reaching down to his bag.

“Salt, iron and oak.” I respond, tapping on my staff.

“Yes. And silver.” He nods, pulling something from his bag, a great length of shining silvery chain with a heavy ball on the end. “Of course, this isn’t pure silver, it’d cost more than this house. It’s an alloy, cast with iron and nickel, but with enough strength, wit and timing, it proves an effective trap. He points to the ball, “The trick is to get the chain wrapped around them, whether that be by interlocking the ball over the chain itself, or…” He points to the other end, a small hooking contraption allowing pieces to interlock, “By looping it over them and pulling tight. Silver has the benefits of both salt and iron, only stronger, hurting more and draining power faster.”

“Like a lasso?” I ask. “Seems rather…. crude.”

The spook shrugs, “No cruder than women who drink the blood of children.” He tucks the chain away. “But, for now, that’s out of you curriculum. Chains like these cost a small fortune, and I’m not going to go throwing these at every boy who comes through my door.” He glances upwards, “Check behind the mirror in your room and you’ll know why.” He nods at the half caved lump of wood “Prove to me that you can use that effectively and make it through to your second year without quitting, and we’ll see about getting you a chain of your own.”


>Surely having a chain would increase my odds of surviving?
>Understood
>Write in

>>43430691
>>Understood
"Can I practice using a normal chain until then?"

>>43430691
>Understood
>Write in
Is there any way to resist, remove or disturb magic from myself, or other people? Or cleaning wounds made by magical things?

>>43430691
>>Understood

>>43430691
>Understood

>Describes witchers as "men with silly swords"

>they have silver swords, which apparently silver is incredibly effective by admission against witches and shit

Does he not know about their particular armament and skillsets, or is he just being an old crotchety ass? Or both?

>>43430691
>Understood

>>43430691
>>Understood

>>43430931
The latter.

>>43430931

Witchers are probably not in this world.

Beside, the difference between a Witcher and a Spook is that Witcher are powerful enough to afford the heroics against strong beings

>>43430931
An entire silver sword is either inherited, forged for a hefty fee or found.

>>43431296
>Witchers are probably not in this world.

Johnson literally called them witchers, and even pointed out where they were.

>He points to the west, "In Fenla, they call themselves witchers and prance about with their silly swords, never settling down."

First thread.

I nod, pausing from my carving to make sure I make note of silver. “Understood.” Before hissing in pain as I accidentally slip and cut my finger with the whittling knife.

The spook watches passively, “Of course, there’s the most important day of the witches calendar. The Witches Sabbat, taking place on the last day of October.” He flips through his book to a page a few dozen before his bookmark, “Tis the summer’s great last heat, Tis the fall’s first biting chill, when they meet, the doors throw wide and the darker gods may step through.” He clucks his tongue loudly. “Not entirely accurate. These ‘dark gods’ can’t simply enter this world even then, they need magic and lots of it to pull them through. Unfortunately, there are witches who know this. Most don’t, but most that do see it as their ultimate goal, to become strong enough that they can enslave one of these dark god as their familiar.” He shakes his head, “Not one woman on earth, no matter how steely a will, could hope to tame one. Most don’t even have the strength in one clan to pull one of them through, let alone bind them.”

“What are these dark gods exactly?” I have to ask. “They’re not actual deities are they?”

The spook shrugs, “Depends who you ask, one supposes. Are they beings with power beyond human comprehension? Yes. Are they immoral? It’s not clear, but it’s possible. Are they all knowing? Well, how would one prove that?” He shuts the book again, “What we do is not to dwell on superstition, but turn it into a science, and turn that science into a service.” He rubs his fingers together, “And while we’re at it, preferably save the lives of people that want our services, of course.”

The cat leaps up on the table and the spook gestures to her, “Now, take this cat. She’s not as innocent as the average rat catcher, as you might have guessed. What do you take her for?”

I lean in close, recalling my notes. “Either a boggart… or some sort of familiar, one blessed with intelligence?”

The spook rubs behind her ears, raising an eyebrow. “Blessed? Or cursed. Poor thing knows how long cats live, and knows a cat’s place in the world, slaves we’ve bred to catch pests and sit in our laps. On top of that, she had several years drained off her life to feed her witches power. She looks nearly ten years old, but in truth she’s only three.” He rubs under the cat's chin, earning an appreciative purr. “On the other hand, she’s got quite the scratch, any mark she leaves will never fade and will never truly stop hurting, even if it fades.” He lifts his hand, a long, thin scar running down his pinky finger, “I can attest to that personally.”

>Does she have a name?
>How long does she have to live?
>So why’d you bring her with you?
>Write in

>>43431393
>"So we're allowed to take on familiar?"

...Sideglance to bunny girl.

>>43431393
>Does she have a name?

The other questions are just rude.

>>43431393
>>Does she have a name?
>How long does she have to live?

>>43431393
>Does she have a name?

>>43431393
>Does she have a name?

>>43431412
I don't think she's actually his familiar, is she? Rather she's a cat that was a familiar before Mr Johnson most likely dealt with her former master.

>>43431393
>Does she have a name?

>>43431393
>Does she have a name?
>write in
What happened to the Witch that she served, and why does she serve a spook now?

Ha, a servitor that knows its place. I wonder if a dog familiar would be even more loyal.

>>43431412
Proportionally, you'd be shaving about 20 years off of her lifespan of you did that.

>>43431526
Lapines have a fuckhuge lifespan anyway, it's like 100+ years so 20 years off is nothing really.

>>43431495
Now that's just asking to get a permascratch.

>>43431526
>>43431583
I thought casting spells using your familiars life force is what killed them quickly, not actually making them a familiar.

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"Does she have a name?" I ask.

The spook sighs, "The witch that owned used to call her Meat. But, she doesn't seem to appreciate that. It's been four years and I still haven't come up with one she likes." He pauses to consider, "Do you like.... Cleo?" The cat stares at him claws extending slowly. "No, how about... Buttons?"

The cat's purr turns to a warning growl as it shakes it's head.

"What about Marmalade?" Kara suggests, having leant in through the window.

The cat turns to her, tilts it's head in consideration, going silent for a few moments, before slowly dipping it's head to her.

"Marmalade?" The spook demands. "You reject Cleo, but you like Marmalade?" He throws his hands in the air, "Bah! I could've come up with that. Just thought it was beneath you."

Kara snaps her fingers, making kissy noises, "Marmalade... C'meeeere." The cat considers her for a moment, before lifting a paw to Kara, then proceeding to clean herself, making a point.

"She raises a point." The spook gruffs, "Clean off before you come inside, don't want you tracking filth." He waves his hands at me, "And you, lessons done for today."

I'm doing my best to fight the laughter worming it's way our of my lungs, keeping a hand pressed to my mouth, clearing a throat to settle down again.

>I've got something better than Marmalade... (Write in)
>Let her sniff your hand
>Want some help with the yard Kara?
>Back to carving.
>Write in

>>43431785
>Write in
Staff fighting practice!

>>43431785
>>Back to carving.

>>43431785
>>Back to carving.

We should finish this first then if we're done before Kara we should help

>>43431785
>Back to carving.

>>43431583
The average lifespan is 120 years, and that's still 17% of her life.
That'd be life someone today dying at 66 in a developed nation. That's not nothing.

>>43431785
>>Let her sniff your hand
"Well then, Marmalade. Please take care of me."

>>43431785
>Want some help with the yard Kara?

>>43431785
>>Let her sniff your hand

>>43431785
>Let her sniff your hand
>Back to carving.
Staff is love. Staff is life. Don't over carve, so it stays solid. We might want to name our wand, or carve some runes, and rub in some herbs on it tho.

>>43431967
I say we name our staff 'Boomstick'.

>>43431975
Name it M'dick.
So we can threaten to slap people with it.

>>43431856
Maybe closer to dying at 40-50, anon?

>>43431785
Wait, the cat is 3 years old, but it's been four years since she was a familliar?? I say we name her ''Doc Who''

We should seduce Marmalade. She is the best waifu.

>>43432158
Gotta get that pussy.

>>43432069
Wow, what a twist.

>>43432052
I was going with an expected life expectancy of 80 and a 17% reduction in lifespan, and I'm being conservative with how much magic we'd use her life force on.

Cat lifespan is about 15 years, Marmalade looks about 10 but is really 3, so 7 years got taken off. That's 47%.
So there's the potential that we'd cut Kara's life in half, if not more.

>>43431785
>>Let her sniff your hand

>>Back to carving.

I hold my hand out to the newly dubbed Marmalade for her to sniff. She leans forward, gives my hand a few sniffs and gives the closest a cat can to a shrug, rubbing her head along the edge of my hand for a few seconds, before she stalks off after a mouse.

Oh well. I stow my journal and move to sit on the porch, continuing my carving as Kara finishes up for the day, the sun dipping on the horizon. She cools off by the well, as I finish off main body of the staff, just need to finish up the head and it’ll be ready for treatment. I make a few nicks here and there, planning to leave it top heavy for smashing anything that gets too close, but light enough that it won’t snap under it’s own weight.

I hiss as another splinter lodges in me, this one in the meaty section between my left thumb and forefinger. I gently squeeze the skin around it, plucking it out with my teeth, and old trick dad taught me. Thing’s gonna need a damn good sandpapering before it’s ready for a fight.

I finish up my work to the best of my ability, the spook appraising it with some consideration, “Not bad, for your first staff at least. I’ve seen plenty worse in my time. You can take it down to town tomorrow, there’s a man at the sawmill that can finish it up for you.” He catches Kara looking at him expectantly and lets out a sigh. “And, you can take the girl, if you want too. Seems she wants to see the town.”

Dinner is a touch more jovial tonight, Marmalade sitting opposite me and trying to steal from my master's plate every time he looks away, only to be swatted playfully.

Before I turn in for bed, I remember what my master had said, something behind the mirror in my room. I slide it aside, finding a list of names in different handwriting, most of them with a skull and crossbones after them along with a length of time. “Allen Felchior, skull, One year, three months…. Barry Tallows, skull, two months, three weeks…” It goes on like that, each name’s time written in the name underneath, save one with a pronounced tick; “William Crenshaw”. And just above it, a name with a cross, but no skull or time, “Piter Johnson-Surrich.” The Johnson has been largely scratched out, with Surrich written in the spooks spidery hand afterwards.

Each apprentice’s tiny eulogy to those that came before them. The last on the list is one Bradley Corton. No skull yet, no time listed either.

I climb into bed again, covering the names with the mirror, as it finally sinks in. There were at least twenty skulls on that list, out of twenty three. Twenty other apprentices died before me.

Going to have to keep my wits about me if I want to make it through this.

>End of Spook Quest 2

>>43432740
Thanks for the thread, Chuckles. Really enjoying this quest so far.

>>43432810
thanks guy, don't worry, I'm sure I'll shit it up soon

>>43432950

Just don't get us involved with any surname changes.

>>43432950
Thanks for running and see you next time

>>43432950
Chuckles, that's to be expected. Thanks for running!

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>>43432989
what do you think that Johnson-Surrich thing was about?

Kara still best girl, like all bunny girls

Oh yeah, shits archived, just letting ya know

>>43432989
no promises
>>43432997
thanks for playing
>>43433060
Failing uphill is the only way I roll

>>43433061
Kara's only girl, aside from Marmalade of course, who is totally out of our league.

That said, later girls are going to have to work their asses off to measure up to dat bun.

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>>43433254
something, something, a cat is fine too

>>43433404
No matter how high quality the pussy, nothing is worth having to spend your life with scratches on your dick that will never heal.

>>43433507
Especially when there's a prime teen bunny who's going into heat that Leon can hold hands with

>>43433061
>Johnson-Surrich
Probably the spook's son.