“Man, I didn't know I was such a great teacher!” Eve exclaims in the aftermath of your successful attempt. Your heart is beating very fast in your chest. You admit, this is crazy. Up until today a niggling voice in the back of your head was telling you how this was all either a farce or a joke. Magic isn't real, the stories of the ancient times were fake, dragons never roamed the sky and giants never walked the planet. But this is the greatest counterpoint to all your doubts you've ever experienced. This is magic, small and seemingly useless, but it's real. Your heart's beating even faster now. You're getting a little light-headed too. That's not good.

“Um, Alan, are you okay?” You're about to tell her that you're feeling a little overwhelmed right now, but it feels a little difficult to talk right now. Your vision starts to blur. You wobble a bit before stumbling into the wall with a hard WHUMP. “Oh crap.”

Oh crap is right. You slide down the wall. You feel like the world is spinning and your center of gravity is traveling from your feet to your head, back and forth, in rapid succession. You feel very hot and very cold at the same time. Before it all becomes too unbearable, your vision goes to black and you find yourself passing out.

You have the nightmare again. The one that really gets to you. It always begins the same way.

>Searching through your father's study
>Preparing the ambush
>Speaking with Tobias before the battle

>>43813125
>Preparing the ambush

Writing!

>>43813103
>Speaking with Tobias before the battle

PROFICIENCY: Short sword

It's your first battle. After months of training and preparing, watching others mustering out while your superiors praised your ingenuity, this is your first real strike against the Empire. An entire contingent of their infantry are marching through these mountains and your job is to attack them from the rear. Your knees are shaking and you feel like you might vomit. You're sure you're going to die here today. Ceril will be reconquered. All hope is lost. You push those feelings and fears aside as your commander rides between your lines. He gives a speech. You're Ceril's shield and sword. They must not be allowed to make it past these hills. The scouts give the signal. You all charge out.

You reach their back lines in a matter of seconds. They're unable to change their formation, especially with the other half of your forces charging their front. Your lance goes through the first man you reach easily enough. You let go and switch to your short sword. You begin to hack into them. One, two, three. They weren't prepared for this. Their ranks break easily enough, they begin to break off and retreat back to their territory. You've won.

Your superiors order you to run them down. If they regroup, they'll come back and kill more of your men. That can't happen. So you spur your horses onward and kill them as they flee on foot. You wait for your commander to give you the order to stop, but it doesn't come. You quickly lose track of your personal count. Was it thirty? Maybe forty that first battle? Some were crying. Many looked younger than you.

You're promoted to a sergeant's position by the second battle. You're a captain by your fifth. You're good at what you do. How many is it, the new recruits ask? How many Imperial dogs have you sent to their graves? You can't remember. Hundreds most like. The Muller Mountains are made of skulls and bones. And one large peak is made from the corpses you've made. You find yourself drowning in it. (1/2)

You wake up. Your throat feels dry and your head hurts. Your eyes adjust to the artificial brightness of the lit lantern in your room. It is your room you're in, your bed you're laying in. You feel exhausted. You spot Quissonce sitting in a chair near your door. There is a large book in her lap and two more by her feet. She's currently, however, staring at a gold coin in her palm. She seems very engrossed. Some seconds pass before she stops and sighs, placing the coin in her pocket and going back to her book.

“Stupid and impossible.” She crosses her legs and flips to a new page.

>Ask her how long you've been out
>Ask her to leave your room
>Ask her if she actually knows any magic

>>43813559
>Ask her how long you've been out

>>43813559
>Ask her how long you've been out
>Ask her if she actually knows any magic
If our patron is to be believed, then her knowledge may actually become useful once we're on the island.

>>43813559
>>Ask her how long you've been out
>>Ask her if she actually knows any magic

How old are we QM? I don't remember you ever stating.

>>43813687
>>43813687
I've said young before, so I'd place you roughly in your 20s, probably no older than 26. If you want a specific age, go ahead and vote on it. Writing!

“How long have I been out?” you croak out. She jumps in surprise, obviously unaware you had woken up.


“Oh. Um, about a day. You passed out and had a pretty strong fever. Eve and I have been taking turns watching you.” Huh, a whole day. You feel stiff and hungry.

“Water.” You say to her. Quissonce puts her book down and grabs a pitcher off of your table and pours you a cup. You sit up in bed, feeling woozy as you do so. You down it in one gulp and she fills up another cup. After you go through that one you just tell her to give you the pitcher and drink straight from that. She hands you some bread and you munch on that. Quissonce steps back and leafs through her book a bit more as you eat. You've been wanting to ask this question for a while, so you just go for it.

“Do you actually know any magic?” You finish your bread and wash it down with the pitcher. She looks up at you and for a second you see panic before she answers smoothly.

“Of course I know –”

“And not those tricks you were performing for the sailors, I mean real magic.” She stops and takes a breath.

“No. I don't. Not for lack of trying, mind you. All the incantations are from real sources, none of them made up. But it doesn't work. Hocus pocus mumbo jumbo nonsense.” She pauses as she stares at you. “Were you really able to do it? Is that why you're sick, because you learned magic too quickly?”

“Maybe. I was able to do it, don't know if that's why I'm sick. Makes sense, though.” She laughs and sits down, rubbing her temples.

“Of course. First the gnome, now you. I'm sure the half-orc will manage to do it next.” (1/2)

“Don't give up hope.” She looks up at you. “Even if you can't do it yourself, maybe what you know will be useful once we're there. I'm in the dark here on most of this and if you've actually put time into studying it, you might be able to apply it in some way. Renault picked you for a reason, right?” She smiles.

“Thanks. I think I really needed to hear that.” What to do now?

>Ask Quissonce about her book
>Rest for the day
>Go see Eve
>Go ask Rowe to help you learn to shoot
>Go see Gabby

>>43814136
>>Go see Gabby

>>43814136
>>Ask Quissonce about her book
Maybe we can use our super learning skills to help her?

>>43814136
>Ask Quissonce about her book

Study buddy!

Let's check on Gabby afterward though.

>>43814136
>Ask Quissonce about her book
We may need to learn Draconic once we make landfall.
Afterwards we should learn how to shoot; no telling if we'll need more scouts/hunters for resupply.

Writing!

“Can I see your book?” you ask her. She picks up the one she's been reading and shows it to you. It seems to be a book about naval warfare. “No, not that one. The one you were reciting passages from at the magic show.” She gives a quick utterance of 'oh' before leaving your room and coming back a minute later with that old-looking tome of hers. She sits near your bed and hands it to you.

You open it up and are quickly boggled at how little of this thing you can understand. There are some footnotes that use a combination of elvish and common that you can barely understand, but most of the pages are filled up with weird designs and symbols accompanied by a strange text in a language you don't understand. “What is this?” you ask her.

“Oh, most of the magical spells you find in old libraries are written in Draconic. They say that dragons were the first spellcasters and the rest of us learned from them.”

“What are all the weird symbols and pictures for? And why are there equations in here?” Some parts look like the ledgers your father kept of client's accounts.

“Look, magic is a science of sorts. Proper gestures, hand movements and outside reagents are required to make it all work. Like, ships for example. You have to build a ship in a certain way so that it floats on the water. In the same way you need to cast spells in a certain way so that it actually works.”

“But it doesn't work.”

“I know.”

>Have Quissonce teach you something about magic
>Go find Gabby

>>43814557
>>Go find Gabby

>>43814557
>>Have Quissonce teach you something about magic
Maybe she can't use it because she didn't open her mana vein or whatever it's called?

>>43814557
>Have Quissonce teach you something about magic

Well even if she can't cast she seems to know what she's talking about.

>>43814557
>>Go find Gabby

I wonder, if Alan were to read a comprehensive manual or book on something, would he get a higher level of skill more quickly than anyone else reading the book, or does he learn fast by doing, exclusively?

>>43814557
>>Have Quissonce teach you something about magic
Weeee

Is gabby the archer or the half orc?

>>43814622
monk

Okay, so your options.

>Try to learn draconic
>Learn arcane lore
>have Quissonce instruct you in the basic crafting of spells

>>43814736
>>Try to learn draconic

>>43814736
>>Try to learn draconic
>>Learn arcane lore
Either of those is fine to me.

Roll me 1d100 + 10, best of 3

Rolled 19 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>43814892
Time to learn the thume!

Rolled 65 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>43814892

>>43814901
or not.

Rolled 17 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>43814892
fus ro da

Rolled 96 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>43814892

>>43814924

SKANK why'd you roll before me.

“Could you teach me Draconic?” you ask Quissonce. She grimaces.

“Well, I could try. Its a complex language and very hard to pronounce some of the words. I understand it, but trying to communicate it might be a tad difficult. It takes a lot of practice, study and focus.”

“I have time.” She heads back into her room and comes back with a flat wooden board, some paper and some quills. She starts going through the basics of showing you common words and draconic phrases that appear often in spells. Over the course of a few days you go over conjugation and the differentiation between past tense, future tense and present tense. You also learn some of the quirks of the dead language that are unique to it. Apparently many words are simply unpronounceable without the ability to truly hiss, so it requires the rolling or extending of certain sounds to get an approximation of what it would sound like.

Its quite difficult. You've never tried to learn a language before and you start to think that maybe your special ability doesn't work with something like languages. But suddenly, the day before your arrival everything clicks and you come to possess a building block type understanding of the language.

LANGUAGE: DRACONIC

One day left until your journey is finally over.

>Go see Gabby
>Go see Rowe
>Go see Quissonce
>Go see Dolah
>Go see Kyra
>Go see Eve

>>43815033
>>Go see Gabby

>>43815033
>Go see Gabby

But let's practice our hissing when we talk to her. It's a homework assignment, and we are the world's foremost student of everything.

Writing!

The day has come when you will be arriving at the island. You decide to go see Gabby before your journey ends. She seems to be doing some sort of slow martial arts movements on the top deck when you find her. As she notices you, she stops what she's doing and waves to you.

“Hey there Al. This dumb fucking boat ride's almost over. Can't wait to be on land again.”

“Yeah, I'll admit I'm getting stir crazy myself. Although thankfully it has gone by faster than I thought it would.”

“Really, felt to me like it took forever.”

“Trust me, I've encountered a lot worse ones.”

>Ask for a spar
>Ask her about her exercises
>Ask her about her previous training

>>43815306
>Ask for a spar

Hiss at her! We have linguistic forms to practice and perhaps the best skillset in the known world for multitasking.

>>43815306
>Ask her about her exercises

>>43815306
>>Ask for a spar
>Ask her about her previous training

>>43815306
>>Ask for a spar
>>Ask her about her exercises
>>Ask her about her previous training
EVERYTHING

>>43815381

Booooooo, you suck.

>>43815306
>Ask her about her exercises
>>Ask her about her previous training
We must begin to learn CQC; there weren't any mention of horses, and being a cavalryman with no horse is kind of sad.

>>43815391
It would be pretty weird for them to recruit a guy known for riding horses if they didn't have horses.

>>43815391

If we have a pair of coconuts we're fine.

Roll 2d100. Best of three. Try to roll high.

>>43815408
Weren't we recruited for our ability to learn anything?

Rolled 25, 59 = 84 (2d100)

>>43815419
What about swallows?

>>43815426
rolling

Rolled 100, 38 = 138 (2d100)

>>43815426

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>>43815453
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!

Rolled 69, 22 = 91 (2d100)

>>43815426

Rolled 83, 96 = 179 (2d100)

>>43815426
dice

Rolled 44, 7 = 51 (2d100)

>>43815426
>>43815453
Noice

Writing!

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>>43815453

“You up for a spar?” You haven't been in a fistfight in a long time, the last time was a bar brawl you barely remember. All you know is that it got you a black eye and a broken nose. It might be fun to actually get in some good old fashioned pugilism. Gabby cackles at that.

“Really?” She eyes you up and down. Once she realizes you're serious she shrugs her shoulders. “OK, if you want to get your ass kicked that's fine with me. I'll warn you though, I don't ever go easy.” You find a part of the back of the ship where not much activity is going on and set up. You stretch a bit, having spent a lot of time cooped up in your room studying ancient languages, you feel like you need to give your body some time to get back into the groove of physical altercation. Gabby rolls her shoulders a bit before wrapping some bandages around her knuckles. She shadow boxes for a few seconds before meeting you in the center of your impromptu ring. You tap fists and then back up. There's a split second where the two of you are watching each other. And then she moves in. (1/3)

She's faster than you thought she'd be, coming in and making about three swift strikes at you. You pull up and block at the last split second. Her punches hurt. Its like she's her fists are warhammers. You are pushed back by her assault as she follows up with a couple more jabs. You have a second to catch your breath as she bounces on her feet.

“Damn. Where did you learn to fight like this?”

“Old monk. Monastery near the house. Gave me a place and the training to let loose.” She comes back at you. This time she's slower but hits even harder. She bobs left to right as she keeps the blows coming from both sides of you. You're barely holding her off when she finally gets a swing in and it connects to your face. You see stars for a second before you re-focus on the fight. Another fist is coming at you which you barely duck under. She sweeps your legs as you do it though and you land on your stomach, rolling as her foot comes down on the ship deck, busting through it a bit. You come up from the ground quickly.

“Not bad. Not bad.” She chuckles a little. “Figured you'd be shit when on your own feet.”

“Guess you were wrong. You mind telling me what you were doing earlier. The slow martial arts?”

“Simple shit really. Just reacquainting the mind with the body in the morning. Remind myself it all fits together. Warm up the muscles and calm the mind. Okay, enough talk. Lets finish this.”

She comes at you again. You think you're starting to get an idea of what she's doing. It all seems to flow from one attack to the next. She swings with one fist, then the other, an elbow comes at you. You weren't expecting the knee however. It knocks the wind out of you and you stumble backwards. She follows it with an uppercut to your chin. Its a lot of pain. You black out.

And then you come back. You're still standing. She's pulled back, thinking you're about to hit the deck. You know exactly what to do.

You push forward and hit her in the cheek. A sound comes out of your mouth as you do it, an exultation of your effort. A bit like an extended “ssssssss” sound.

“What the fuck” she utters. Whether she's surprised at the noise you just made or the fact she got hit, you can't tell. Your bring up a knee and pay her back for that earlier stunt. By the time she's back to her groove, you're laying into her faster than you've ever thrown punches before. She can catch most of them, but not all of them. One after the other you get through her defenses.
Here it comes. Your last punch, the strongest one you've ever thrown in your life. She takes it on the chin. She flies off the ground and slams into the back railing of the ship. For a second you think she's about to tip over and fall into the ocean, but she manages to stop herself.

You're breathing heavily.

She's breathing heavily.

“The fuck did that come from?” she almost demands from you.

“I think from you.”

PROFICIENCY: UNARMED

ABILITY: STUNNING FIST

ABILITY: FLURRY OF BLOWS

>>43815942
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pLT6sEGD5Rw

>>43815953
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dZ-LoqRAHLg

As the two of you are still catching your breath, Eve rounds the corner.

“Hey, we're almost there! Come take a look.” Gabby gives you a look that implies the two of you need to talk later and then follows after Eve. You go along too and see the rest of your group at the front of the ship, peering towards the island. It look like any ordinary island from this distance, maybe larger than most, but something in your bones feels different as you approach.

The sailors get to work making things ready for when you reach the island. They begin to unpack a multitude of objects and start bringing things up to the top deck. You can see as you get closer that there seems to be a port town on the island. Its rather well-developed too. It looks like there may be anywhere from 1000 to 5000 inhabitants if you were to guess from the number of buildings and houses you see.

As The Skipping Stone finally comes into port at the docks on the island, you feel the change. Something inside you seems to click as you enter the shallow waters near the beach. Even as the sailors scramble to moor the ship and start loading off cargo you can feel yourself grow stronger and faster. You feel that whirlpool of energy that first surfaced inside yourself when you first played with that coin turn into a tsunami.

You look around at the others and from the looks in their eyes, they all seem to be going through something similar. Its dead silent for a long minute before Captain Faraday approaches you all from behind.

“Welcome to Seaside! Trust me, it's a hell of a kick.” He walks off his ship and leaves the rest of you standing there.

>Get off the ship and go on land immediately
>Go talk to Quissonce
>Go talk to Gabby

>>43816162
>>Get off the ship and go on land immediately

>>43816162
>Get off the ship and go on land immediately

We're in Hawaii. Except it also turns us super saiyan.

>Fruity drinks
>Babes in swimwear
>Superpowers

Let's find a bar!

>>43816162
>Get off the ship and go on land immediately

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>>43816162
>Go talk to Quissonce
"I think it's time to try some spells."

>>43816162
>>Go talk to Quissonce
Test magic!

>>43816188
seconding.

We must get drunk immediately.

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>>43816268

Writing!

>>43816162
>>Go talk to Quissonce
>get drunk afterwards

>inb4 Gabby pulls us aside to "teach" us stuff

>she's really just beating the shit out of us and seeing what we learn from it

>>43816491
I hope she 'teaches' us 'grapple'

>>43816523
>implying she'd "teach" that to a manlet

>>43816523
You know, she probably would teach us legit grappling. By choking us the fuck out. Repeatedly.

Hopefully no broken limbs.

>>43816542
>You know, she probably would teach us legit grappling. By choking us the fuck out. Repeatedly.

Anon, stop. I can only get so erect.

>>43816563
>you'll never feel the tight, hard, toned body of your amazonian musclegirl waifu as she presses herself against you while your consciousness slowly fades due to asphyxiation

Why live? You sick fuck!

>>43816563
>>43816584
>having that much of a shit taste

You feel amazing! You feel the urge to move. You immediately turn around and book it for the gangway. As you walk down the dock towards the beach you see the shacks and shanties of the island inhabitants. Many of them seem to have come out to help unload supplies off the ship. In the background you can see a tall tower standing many stories above the rest of the town. You see Gabby jump off the prow of the ship and dive into the water before quickly swimming onto the beach.

“I feel like I just lost 50 pounds!” you hear her shout.

“Me too.” you hear Eve respond as she follows after you.

“You don't even weigh 50 pounds.” Quissonce chimes in next to her. Rowe follows you all, with Dolah hanging in the back, being very silent. As you prepare to start doing something, like finding a bar to get drunk at, you hear the clearing of a throat.

Your heads turn to the sight of a rather inconspicuous, short, bald man wearing a brown tunic. (1/2)

“Now that I have your attention. May I please see your letters.” Captain Faraday walks up to him and hands the man a clipboard which he quickly signs. “Excuse me, I might be getting a bit ahead of myself. My name is Blackburn and I'm the overseer of Seaside here. I'm expecting seven recruits from Renault and I believe you're them. Is that correct, Faraday?” The Captain gives the man a quick nod.

He approaches you all and one by one takes your letters, opens them and quickly scans them before placing them in a bag by his side. “Thank you all for you co-operation. Now I understand that this is your first time here, but please be careful. You are here to help further the goals of our republic and that will require your concentration and dedication. However, we are fully aware that recuperation and relaxation is necessary for optimal performance from you all, especially after something as droll as I can imagine your journey here was. So please, take a few hours to explore the city as much as you want. Please stay inside the city limits and observe the law. I'll give you a more in-depth briefing upon your return, as well as your first assignment.”

Okay, so it looks like this won't be all fun and games. So, what do you do for you down-time?

>Go find a bar (Gabby, Rowe)
>Go towards that tower (Quissonce, Eve)
>Follow Kyra
>Follow Dolah
>Stay here (Blackburn, Captain Faraday)

>>43816608
>was making fun of the guy

My fetish is not his fetish is not your fetish.

Hand-holding.

>>43816623
>>Go find a bar (Gabby, Rowe)

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>>43816608

>having this little fun in your life

I am sad for you.

>>43816623
>>Stay here (Blackburn, Captain Faraday)
It pays off to understand our superior.

>>43816623
>Stay here (Blackburn, Captain Faraday)

>>43816623
>Go find a bar (Gabby, Rowe)

There must be drunken brawls.

>>43816634
>>>/d/

>>43816623
>>Go find a bar (Gabby, Rowe)

Now we show where we truly shine! On the floor! Knocked out drunk!

>>43816623
>Go find a bar (Gabby, Rowe)

Shake off them sea legs.

>>43816623
>>Stay here (Blackburn, Captain Faraday)

>>43816623
>Stay here (Blackburn, Captain Faraday)

>>43816623
>>Stay here (Blackburn, Captain Faraday)

Writing!

“Yeah, come on! Lets get fucking wasted!” Gabby seems to be quite enthusiastic about getting hammered. Rowe says she'll tag along and you're raring to go with them . . . but, you can't forget your worries just yet. You're here to help save Ceril and this Blackburn character is supposed to be the one running the whole thing. You have some questions about how this all works too. You tell them you'll meet up with them. Gabby looks disappointed, but goes off with Rowe and leaves you there on the docks.

You watch as Captain Faraday and Blackburn discuss some rather mundane details. How many of the sailors are staying, how many mundane passengers were brought over to work civilian jobs, what the settlement needs for the next trip.

After that they begin to discuss you and the rest of your group. Blackburn notices you listening in and raises his voice so you can hear clearly, subtly informing you that he's okay with you hearing all of this. He asks for a run down from Faraday about all your personalities and whether or not they seem to be a liability or if their potentials seem false.

Faraday does bring up the volatility of Gabby, the self-interested aspect of Kyra, the potential fanaticism of Dolah and how Quissonce and Eve could very well be useless. Faraday apparently thinks Rowe is perfect.

And then they get to talking about you. Blackburn questions the validity of someone whose potential is itself 'potential', but Faraday quickly brings up the fact that in three weeks time on board the ship you've learned a multitude of skills and talents. After Blackburn is done speaking with the Captain, he turns to you, expecting you to ask him something.

>Write-in any question you have for Blackburn

>>43816871

>Gimme like, a few hours and I could totally mimic that thing you're doing where you act like you're in charge of this place. Speaking of this place, what is it, exactly? Vacation destination, tactical base, scientology retreat?

>>43816871
Uh

What's good?

NIGGAAAAA??!!

Got no idea, boss.

>>43816623
>Stay here (Blackburn, Captain Faraday)

So we are totally going to become a team/squad leader right? Cool glad you guys agreed.

>>43816871
Do I look pretty?


Seriously though ask about the state of the town and any fortifications.

>>43816871
Besides the activation of our full potentials, what concrete and clearly defined mission objectives do we have?
Do we even know what's causing the expression of our abilities?
Have any other specialist teams already arrived?
What about an Imperial presence?
And the orc population?

>>43816871
So, remind me, what are our objectives?

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>>43816871
>. Blackburn questions the validity of someone whose potential is itself 'potential'

>>43816871
Is there hostiles in the area? Animals? Demi-humans?

How is the settlement's relationship with the orcs?

Do you have weapons? What about the perimeter defenses?

Writing!

>What is this place exactly

“It is currently the only colony that the Republic of Ceril possesses. We currently lack a representative in the Senate, but that is more to preserve our secrecy than to limit our political power.

>What concrete and clearly defined mission objectives do we have?

The preservation, protection and development of Seaside is my objective. I will be using you and your companions to help achieve that.

>Do we even know what's causing the expression of our abilities?

At the moment, we are unaware of what makes this island different from the rest of the world. The current theory is actually that there limiting the planet's potential outside this island. Although, we currently lack the necessary proof to be sure.

>Have any other specialist teams already arrived?

Yes, the number and make-up of such other teams is classified information.

>What about an Imperial presence?

None, which we are keen on preserving.

>What is the orc population?

Unknown, but clearly quite large. We've had violent encounters with several different tribes. Our guess is that if they all united into one group, they would outnumber our military forces 10 to 1.

>Are there hostiles in the area?

Yes, plenty. In a way, you could say this entire Island is hostile to our presence.

>Do you have weapons? What about the perimeter defenses?

One quarter of the population of Seaside is tasked with either defending this city or aiding in its defense in some fashion. We have a wall going around the perimeter of the city and vessels patrolling the waters to defend from any attacks from the sea. We have one or two siege weapons and ballistas stored somewhere, but there isn't much need to use them.

>Any more questions
>Go to the Bars

>>43817179
>>Go to the Bars

>>43817179
>The current theory is actually that there limiting the planet's potential outside this island

That was a fubar sentence.

The current theory is that there is something limiting the planet's potential outside this island.

>>43817179

So it's top-secret Hawaii.

Except instead of hosting nuclear tests, it turns everybody into Superman.

>Go to bars

>>43817179
>>Go to the Bars
Let's see...
Arm wrestle Gabby,
Perform some acts with Quissonce and Eve,
Make bets on accuracy of shots with Rowe and the other patrons,
Try and convert some people in the bar with Dolah for shits and giggles,
and then try and steal stuff with Kyra, which may inevitably start off a brawl (just as planned)

>>43817179
>>Any more questions

You said one quarter of the population how many heads is it in total? One hundrend, two?

Do they have any military training?

How many vessel's in the waters?

How is the morale in the setlement ?

Any complains?

Writing!

>>43817218
>Perform some acts with Quissonce and Eve,

Let's dress in something skimpy and be Quissonce's obligatory bimbo-assistant.

>>43817218
>Perform some acts with Quissonce and Eve,
Given that others with potential have already been stationed here, it wouldn't surprise me if there's already some war wizards and battle mages at the bar that can sling around fireballs and meteor swarms, and we're the rookie scrubs on the scene.

That would have made an excellent question: are there any mages already here, and can they cast battlefield-altering spells?

>You said one quarter of the population how many heads is it in total?

Roughly 500.

>Do they have any military training?

Yes.

>How many vessel's in the waters?

20. 5 are manned at all times.

>How is the morale in the setlement?

Much better than a couple years ago. People are still scared of the things prowling out in the forests and jungles, but they have faith that we will perservere.

>Any complaints?

We lack highly skilled personnel to handle some of the more overarching problems plaguing this settlement. Hopefully you seven will satisfy this need.

With all that out of the way, you decide to head into the city to look for the bars. After getting some directions from a guardsmen to the main street of Seaside, you prowl around looking at the different establishments.

There's the Two Whore Pub, a seedy, run-down looking place with a sign displaying two women performing a very disgusting erotic act.

There's the Drunken Lion, which is a rather average looking bar. Its sign displays a lion dancing with a mug of ale in its paw.

There's the Sword and Shield Tavern, a nice-looking bar that has a simple sign with a long sword crossed behind a round shield. Its name is based on one of the nicknames for the armed forces of Ceril. “The swords and shields of the realm.” It might be filled with former soldiers!

>The Two Whore Pub
>The Drunken Lion
>The Sword and Shield Tavern

>>43817459
>>The Drunken Lion
let these festivities begin>>43817218

>>43817459
>The Two Whore Pub

How does one say no to that sort of signage. I'm not even looking for a wench, just want to people-watch.

Also I'll bet you one internet Gabby's in there.

>>43817459
>>The Drunken Lion

Never drink from the cups at the Two Whore.

Trust me.

>>43817487
i see what you did there, you bastard.

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>>43817475
This.

>>43817459
>The Sword and Shield Tavern

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>>43817500

>>43817487
Eh, come here you fucker and give me a hug.

>>43817459
>>The Sword and Shield Tavern

Writing!

You decide to enter the Drunken Lion. It looks a bit cheaper than the Sword and Shield, while not being as grody as the Two Whore Pub.

When you enter, you see that the entire place is filled with a hazy smoke. The serving wenches go from table to table dropping off mugs and you see that most of the patrons refrain from grabbing at them as they pass by. Above the mahogany counter is a stuffed lion head with a glass shoved between its teeth. The bar man seems to be a skinny man with a head full of shaggy brown hair. You look around at the patrons and don't see any of your friends. You're about to walk out when you notice, off in the corner sits Kyra. She's quietly sipping on a mug of ale.

>Go sit with Kyra
>Chat with the bar man
>Leave and choose one of the other bars

>>43817691
>>Chat with the bar man
We'll leave talking/looting with Kyra for last, because we know that'll cause a brawl.

>>43817691
>>Leave and choose one of the other bars

Um, I guess i'll narrow the choices down.

>Leave and choose The Sword and Shield instead
>Chat with the barman

>>43817827
>>Chat with the barman

>>43817827
>>Leave and choose The Sword and Shield instead

>>43817691
>>Leave and choose one of the other bars

Writing!

To be quite honest, this place sucks. Its not good. Its not bad enough to be so bad its good. And you promised Gabby and Rowe you'd hang out with them, so maybe they're at one of the other bars. You walk out of The Drunken Lion and try the Sword and Shield next. This place is a lot bigger and a lot brighter. The bar man is a very muscular bald man and there are swords and shields attached to the wall all over the place. Its a lot more lively as well, with many more adventurous looking types talking and cavorting with each other. A fireplace roars in the back. There is a minstrel band playing and shouting going all around the place. The serving wenches are moving very quickly with a seemingly never ending stream of empty mugs and full ones moving from the back where the kitchen is, to the front.

You notice Gabby sitting at the bar drinking, talking loudly to a nearby dwarf.

You see Rowe playing a game of darts with a halfling.

>Go sit next to Gabby
>Go play darts with Rowe
>C'mon, you have to see the inside of the Two Whore Pub

>>43817965
>>Go play darts with Rowe

>>43817965
>>Go sit next to Gabby
Arm wrestle
>>Go play darts with Rowe
make bets with the other patrons on called shots.

>>43817965
>>Go sit next to Gabby
>>Go play darts with Rowe
do both

>>43817965
>>Go play darts with Rowe

Friendship is the best shipping.

>>43817965
>>Go sit next to Gabby
Let's fight the whole bar, back to back.

Writing!

You decide you'll play darts with Rowe first. You walk across the bar, passing by a multitude of weird and unusual people. You make it to Rowe as she throws a dart and hits bullseye.

“Yes! That's another one.” She turns to a plate filled with shots and downs one. The halfling chuckles as she does that.

“What is that, four now?” Rowe throws again and gets another bullseye.

“Five, actually.” She grabs another shot and swigs it. When she sees you she raises her arms. “ALAN! Glad you could make it finally. I'm busy getting my drinks paid for by Bartom over here.” She gestures with her hand towards the halfling.

“I promised her every bullseye she hit I'd buy her a shot. So far she hasn't missed.” Rowe throws again and gets a sixth bullseye.

“I can't believe I'm still hitting these. Maybe I'm more accurate when I'm sloshed.” She takes another shot.

>Start tossing too, make it a game (bet something, stakes?)
>Ask Bartom what he does around here
>Ask Rowe about where she used to live
>Ask Rowe to tell you a war story
>Ask Rowe about what she's been feeling since the Island activated her potential

>>43818166
>>Ask Bartom what he does around here

>>43818166
>>>Start tossing too, make it a game (bet something, stakes?)
>>Ask Rowe about what she's been feeling since the Island activated her potential

>>43818166
>Ask Bartom what he does around here

He seems to be a okay guy. then after it:


>Start tossing too, make it a game (bet something, stakes?)

Stakes?

A week's rum ration.

Rolled 45 (1d100)

ready for the nat 1?

Roll me 1d100 +2, best of 3

Rolled 30 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

>>43818306

Rolled 96 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

>>43818306
>+2
Wow.

Rolled 98 + 3 (1d100 + 3)

>>43818306

Rolled 53 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

>>43818306
Bull's Eye

>>43818328
>>43818327
>>43818320

Well, you uh, you uh, yeah. Writing

>>43818327
>>43818328
COME ON AND SLAM

>>43818328
Oh anon why did you put the wrong modifier?

By the way, so far the three rolls you've gotten over 90s on have been rolls where anything below a 90 would pretty much be absolute failure.

>>43818349
Eh, i'll let it slide. 100 vs 101. Practically the same thinig.

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>>43818359
Thank you based QM.

>>43818359
So anything below 90 would have been a failure for magic?

>>43818384
From Eve telling you to gather your inner reservoirs of stuff? Hell yes.

“Hey, you mind if we play a game?” You ask Rowe as you pick up a handful of darts.

“One sec.” Rowe throws her last 5 darts in quick succession. Bullseye, bullseye, bullseye, bullseye, bullseye. “Okay, what're the stakes?” Rowe proceeds to down five more shots as you stand there with you mouth open. Bartom claps, thoroughly impressed.

Well, you don't want to lose too much on this game, so that idea goes out the window.

“So, how about whoever loses has to pay for the winner's drinks for the entire week?” Rowe's flushed face thinks for a bit then she shrugs.

“Eh, sure.” You each pick up ten darts and prepare to throw them. Rowe goes first. Bullseye, of course. You come up to throw and . . . get a bullseye! Woo! It goes back to Rowe, who gets a bullseye. Then you go again. Bullseye. You go back and forth like this, both of you scoring bullseye on every throw.

“Wow Alan, didn't know you were such a marksman!” Rowe gives a bit of a laugh before hiccuping. You aren't, but somehow you've been nailing every throw. When you think about it for a bit, you realize you've been mimicking Rowe's stance every time. “Let's just keep going until one of us fucks up.”

As you play, on your breaks you ask Bartom about his role in the settlement. He pushes a blonde strand of scraggly hair behind his ears before you see a malicious glint in his eyes. “I bake pies.” Rowe freezes and looks over at him before throwing.

“Pies? Like, meat pies?”

“Yes, people say they're the best in town too. Would you like to try one, first one's free!” The fiend. Buy people drinks one night, entice them with good food and they'll go to you for something to eat while drunk the rest of their lives. He's a criminal genius. He goes out to grab them while you and Rowe continue your game. (1/2)

“So, how have you been feeling since you got on the island?”

“Great. I feel like my eyes are sharper than ever. Like I can't miss.” She hits the bullseye again.

“Yeah, I think you literally can't miss.” You throw and hit the bullseye again.

“Eh, I'm not perfect. Besides, you've been hitting every single bullseye too.”

“Hey, how about we up the stakes a -” as you're about to finish your sentence Rowe's throw goes off target a bit, hitting the inner ring, but not the bullseye.

“Shit. Looks like you beat me. I'll go up and cover your tab for tonight. That was fun, we should hang out more.”

You look back to the rest of the bar. By now you've had for yourself a couple shots and you're feeling them. You see Quissonce and Eve showed up to the bar at some point and seem to be talking to each other at a table in the corner. Gabby is still at the bar and it looks like she's very drunk.

>Don't forget the pies!
>Go talk to Quissonce and Eve
>Go hang out with Gabby

>>43818579
>Don't forget the pies!
Then
>Go talk to Quissonce and Eve

>>43818579
>Don't forget the pies!
>>Go hang out with Gabby
Arm wrestle, damn you!

>>43818579
>>Don't forget the pies!
>>Go talk to Quissonce and Eve
Don't poke the drunk!

>>43818579

>Don't forget the pies!
>Go hang out with Gabby

>>43818657
>>43818620
But anon she's going to eat our pies!!!

>>43818579
>>Don't forget the pies!
>>Go talk to Quissonce and Eve

Writing!

>Don't forget the pies!

>Go hang out with Gabby
>>43818680
that's why we fight her for it!

You aren't forgetting what Bartom promised you, even if it will doom you to giving him money for the rest of your time on this island. He finally arrives with two delicious meat pies. You can smell how good they'll taste. He hands them off to you and you give one to Rowe, who thanks you in quite a slurred fashion. Ten shots can really change the way a person acts, but even in a drunken stupor she seems like the same stable, friendly Rowe. After you start to dig into your own pie, you decide to see what Quissonce and Eve have gotten themselves up to.

You walk over to their table and see them looking rather glum. Quissonce's hands are stuck in a bucket of water and Eve is holding her face in her hands as she casually watchies a rag float through the air as if it was moving of its own accord.

“What's with the bucket?” Quissonce's face goes red as Eve starts to laugh, letting her concentration slip enough for the rag to fall back to the table.

“I, uh, I set my hands on fire.”

“Y'know, I think that's what's supposed to happen.” Eve chimes in.

“It burned.”

“Its all in your head. You saw your hands on fire and thought you should be in pain, so your brain tricked you into feeling pain.”

>So Quissonce can cast magic?
>Why do you two look unhappy?
>Anything new you guys can do?
>Go talk to Gabby

>>43818790
>>Why do you two look unhappy?

>>43818790
>>>So Quissonce can cast magic?
>>Why do you two look unhappy?
>>Anything new you guys can do?

>>43818790
>Why do you two look unhappy?

>>43818790
Trick i will regret asking this but...how good was that pie?

>>43818851
Only one other pie in the world would be better!

Writing!

>>43818869
>inb4 develops the flaw, "Pie addict"

“So Quissonce, you can cast magic?” Her frown momentarily turns into a smile as she answers.

“Yes, I think I can! Its weird, I didn't feel too different on the island, but all the motions are starting to work now. Its hard to explain. Imagine trying to start a fire with wet wood. It doesn't work, but now everything's dry. So I can start fires now.”

“Literally.” Eve chuckles as Quissonce gives her a look.

“So, you guys find you can do anything new?”

“Well Quissonce now has the ability to set her hands on fire, while I, the amazing Eve have developed . . . THIS!” Eve throws her hands out. Claws begin to grow from beneath her fingertips. She play swipes them at the two of you for a couple seconds. “Rawr!”

That seems sorta useless, but you decide to not rain on Eve's parade. Especially since it seems like they're down in the dumps as it is.

“What's making you two glum?” Quissonce drums her fingers on the table.

“Well, as it turns out there's already a bunch of magic users already here. They all stay in that tower in the city. It's called the Circle of Mages. Apparently they have tomes of magic and many different types of spell casters, but . . .”

“1000 gold just to join.” Eve sighs out. That is a lot of money. “It is going to take us forever to earn the money to get the three of us in.”

>Three?
>Go talk to Gabby
>I'm sure we can think of some way to get the money
>Go buy more pies

>>43818953
>>I'm sure we can think of some way to get the money
Likely by using Kyra's services
>Go talk to Gabby

>>43818953
First:
>Go buy more pies
Then:
>Three?
>mfw Eve if a descendent from the dragons.

>>43818953
>>I'm sure we can think of some way to get the money
>don't get addicted to the pies

>>43819000
It's too late we already have the first bite. The deadliest one.

Writing!

>>43819022
Is that pie made of cocaine?

>>43819028
It's more delicious then cocaine brah!

You're feeling pretty conflicted on that whole pie situation. Get more to stave off the hunger for a bit longer, or quit cold turkey and see if you can kick the addiction. You'll deal with that issue later.

“I'm sure we can think of some way to get the money.”

“Three thousand gold?” Quissonce asks you incredulously. “No get rich quick scheme is going to make us that much money without at least a year's worth of effort. We can't just conjure that out of thin air. Not yet anyway. We'd probably need to be in the Circle to learn that spell!”

Three thousand? “Wouldn't you only need two thousand gold? There's only two of you.”

“I'm not leaving you behind.” Eve responds. “You're my apprentice, I have a duty to teach you.” Quissonce cocks an eyebrow at this statement.

“Apprentice? How is he your apprentice?”

“I'm the one who helped him tap into his potential. We have a magic bond now, as student and master.”

“That's not a thing. That's something you just made up. How could you teach him anything anyway. You have no idea how you do what you do. If anything he's my apprentice.”

“Didn't you just get the ability to cast magic, like, today?”

“Yes, but I've had the knowledge for decades now. And you need knowledge and experience to teach. I taught him Draconic, one of the most complex, dead languages in existence in merely a week.”

“So, what does that have to do with magic.”

“Everything! It's the language of magic. You'd know this if you actually studied it.”

“Whatever, I bet you didn't even teach him how to hiss correctly!”

>Calm down, I'm Eve's apprentice
>Calm down, I'm Quissonce's apprentice
>Calm down, I'm nobody's apprentice
>Calm down, I'm both of your's apprentice

>>43819107
>>Calm down, I'm nobody's apprentice

Writing!

“Calm down, I'm nobody's apprentice.” The two of them look at you and then look back at each other. Quissonce turns to Eve.

“The nerve, after all we've done for him.” Eve just shakes her head at you. You decide to be done with this conversation. Its finally time to go talk to Gabby. You owe her at least a conversation about that sparring match and you've been putting it off for too long. You get up to go speak to her when you notice Kyra is also here now, talking with Gabby and Rowe. Looks like you're all in one place together.

Well, all of you except –

BOOM! The door to the bar slams open and in steps Dolah. She's clad head to toe in shiny plate mail, holding a heavy steel shield in one hand and sporting a large lucerne hammer in the other. The loud murmuring of voices in The Sword and Shield goes quiet as she makes her entrance. Behind her you can hear what sound like screams coming from the main street.

“Allies to me! The city is under attack!” She quickly spins around on her heels and strides away from the door.

For a brief moment everyone in the tavern freezes. Looks like that conversation with Gabby will have to wait a little bit longer.

>End of Thread
I will most likely run this saturday in the daytime. I will announce on my twitter about an hour before I start.

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>>43819243
thanks for running