You come back up through the temple, speaking with Ssett most of the distance. He seems to be a very inquisitive individual. As you start describing to him exactly what characteristics he can observe to determine which of you are male and which of you are female, you reach the room where you left Quissonce.

She spots you all and approaches, a light in her eyes and a fire in her walk that is quickly replaced by surprise and concern as she notices your non-mammalian companion.

“What is that?” A mischievous smile crosses Gabby's face as she looks at the rest of you, before answering Quissonce.

“It's Eve. We triggered a trap that turned her into a giant lizard.” Quissonce's mouth drops open as she stares at Ssett. She tries to form sentences but can't fathom what to say. Only after a few seconds of watching Gabby barely contain her laughter does she realize she's being fucked with. You quickly explain the real situation.

“Well then, since we're on the subject of bad jokes, I've discovered the command words to start and stop the water production function of this magical relic.” You glance over to the pool and see that it has already started to drain with its source removed.

“Words?” you ask. Quissonce makes an 'ah' sound before picking up the decanter and aiming it towards the pool. She clears her throat before speaking in Draconic. (1/2)

“Piss.” Water starts to flow from the bottle into the pool. Okay, so someone with a crude sense of humor made this. Quissonce holds up a finger.

“Pussy.” The water starts to flow in greater amounts. You're pretty sure you get the joke, but Ssett sure doesn't. He looks over to you before asking what “pussy” means.

“And now for my favorite.” Quissonce says sarcastically in the human tongue.

“Blow my load.” A geyser of water explodes from the bottle and Quissonce has to brace herself to keep the thing on target. She quickly repeats the command word to stop it.

“So my current theory is that this was made by a fourteen year old. Regardless, this is a powerful magical artifact that can produces fresh, clean water at seemingly no cost.”

>We'll keep it, we could use it
>Let's turn it over to Seaside for reward money

>>44002480
>>We'll keep it, we could use it
maybe we should also consider changing the command words...

>>44002480
>Let's turn it over to Seaside for reward money
I'd rather just die of dehydration.

>>44002480
>>Let's turn it over to Seaside for reward money
Best artifact ever.

>>44002480
.......Hmm or we could just give it to the lizard tribe, most likely they will either worship it, keeping it safe from harm. Although this could condemn it from us. It would earn a bit of rep with them. Mostly through the "artifacts" power

>>44002480
Question is if the water it provides is fresh water
If it is I say we keep it until we reach someplace where someone would be willing to pay a large sum of money for magically created river for whatever reason.

>>44002601
>>44002548
>>44002537
>>44002498

Well, that would be a tie then. It is fresh water, so it's drinkable.

One re-vote before we move on.

1. Keep it
2. Turn it over for money

>>44002654
2

>>44002654
1

>>44002654
2

>>44002654
1.Keep it, whatever its use its probably gonna be of use later if not just turn it to the lizards, they will eventully figure it out.

>>44002654
>1. Keep it
We can sell it later if we so wish

>>44002654
>2. Turn it over for money
Holla holla get dolla

>>44002480
WAIT TASTE SOME OF IT FIRST...

>>44002654
1. Keep it

6 votes.
6 ips.

Pretty sure I'm one of them.

Please do not samefag.

I'll have a re-vote final destination style later.

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>44002744

>>44002654
1. Keep it and if nothing disastrous happens either sell it for money if something horribly goes wrong...shove to lizard tribe...There a tribe most likely they will either contain it or just abandon it.

“I'd rather die of dehydration.” Dolah chimes in. Right, she knows Draconic too.

“We'll decide on it later, see what we can get for it. Gabby, would you mind grabbing that frog.” You point to the one feathered with arrows, thinking its carcass might be the least destroyed.

You exit the temple with a dead frog, a magic water bottle and a new friend. You run into Gilda immediately, who is very curious about your new companion. After Gabby pulls the same joke, you give her a quick rundown of what happened on your delve, her furiously scribbling notes throughout your entire explanation. Ssett really can't ride on Eve's pony, so he rides with you. He pesters you as Rowe leads you out of the swamp about exactly what creatures you're riding and what they are like.

Ssett has a smell to him. Not a bad one, per se. But it's still rather strong of an odor. The second you make it out of the swamp you pitch camp for the night. Quissonce and Rowe decide to share their tent while you get stuck with Ssett. To his credit, he tries his best to help you pitch camp, despite having no idea how and his claws not being very well suited to the fine manipulation of some of the tasks.

There are to be five watches, each about two hours long so everyone gets eight hours of sleep. Gabby demands to take the last watch and Rowe says she'll take the third watch.

Of the three watches left, which do you want?

>First watch, Ten to Midnight
>Second watch, Midnight to Two
>Fourth watch, Four to Six

>>44002978
>>First watch, Ten to Midnight

>>44002978
>>First watch, Ten to Midnight
That way we won't have interruptions to our sleep.

>>44002978
>First watch, Ten to Midnight

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>>44002978
>Ssett has a smell to him. Not a bad one, per se. But it's still rather strong of an odor.

Are we sure it's a "he"?

>implications

>>44003115
Please don't.

>>44002978
>second watch,midnight to two

it's the hardest watch time and besides other then Dolah and Rowe i don't trust anyone in our group to keep awaken at this time.

Writing!

My internet is sucking a fat one today. I'm fighting to post stuff here guys, so don't be surprised if my posts come in a little slower than usual.

>>44003169
And adding from my on post we are a veteran soldier we should be able to take the second watch easiy.

>>44003173
Today is my father's birthday and i'm here on /tg/ reading your quest. You betterfight with all your might.

>>44003131
Not even in that fashion, friend. Ssett is both smaller and more frail, used in a diplomatic fashion, complained to his "chief" but is also incredibly enthusiastic about being here, and doesn't smell bad. Which is a bit odd since most people hate how others of their own gender smell. Most. I'm looking at it from a clinical standpoint, I don't want to introduce her as a him if that's the case.

>>44003173
I see this a lot in quests, is the internet really shit over in the US or something?

You volunteer to take the first watch, that way you can get yourself eight hours straight of sleep.

Kyra says she'll take the second watch.

Dolah volunteers for the fourth watch, but Quissonce quickly butts in and says that she'll take it instead.

With all that decided, your companions head to their respective tents to slumber. Quissonce and Rowe in one, Kyra and Gabby in another, Dolah and Gilda in the third. You tell Ssett to grab some sleep if he wants, but he says he'll stay up with you for your watch.

You watch the tree line of a nearby forested area, every once in a while glancing back to the more open section of swamp at your back. The small fire you keep crackles as it provides light for you to see by. The horses have all been fed and watered, and you quickly finish the last of today's rations for yourself, drinking from your canteen to wash it down.

After about half an hour of intent discipline, you admit you feel the urge to do something. You aren't sleepy, but you do have a few options of things to keep your interest if you desire.


>Bond with Tornado some
>Speak with Ssett (write-in what)
>Taste the decanter's waters

>>44003345
>>Speak with Ssett (write-in what)
ask more about his religion
>>Taste the decanter's waters

>>44003345

chug the decanters water

>>44003345
>>Bond with Tornado some

>>44003345
>Taste the decanter's waters
See if they differ according to the keyword used.

Get addicted to drinking blow my load

>>44003345
Well, we've shared info on how to identify the genders of our people and the food we eat. Let's ask him the same about his people.

>>44003345
>Speak with Ssett
Aren't the lizards and the kobolds both servants of the dragons? Why do they fight?
What does Ssett's people call themselves, anyway? We've heard them refer to their Clutches, which probably refers to which clutch of eggs they're from, but not their species as a whole, or their nation.
>Taste the decanter's waters

>>44003345
> the thief taking second watch okay guy keep all our valuebles with us all the time and also extra hidden

>Speak with Ssett (write-in what)
Are there other Ljzard tribes?

How does one know the diference between a female lizard and a male lizard?

>>44003435 (You)
Ops, that's a
>Speak with Ssett (write-in what)
My bad.

>>44003435
>Let's ask him the same about his people.
Oh, right. Are kobolds the only sapients they eat, or would they eat slain orcs and humans as well?
Is there some kind of ritual to it, or is it just for protein?

>>44003460
>Is there some kind of ritual to it, or is it just for protein?
Hmm ask them about their culture.

Writing!

>>44003503
THERE WWILL BE WRITING

>>44003503
Dude, may i ask a question?

>>44003743
You already did.

>>44003755
Cool.

You know this might be a bad idea, but you're curious. You grab the decanter and bring it over to where you sit. Now, if the command words actually affect the, ahem, flavor of the water, your options are piss, discharge or cum. You know which of those you'd rather get duped into tasting.

“Pussy.” you speak to the decanter and watch as the decanter begins to flow.

“What does pussy mean?” Ssett asks you again as you cup some of the water and quickly bring it to your mouth. Tastes like water. You fill up you canteen with it once you're sure it is actually just plain water and then switch to the next one.

“Piss.” It flows a tad less quickly. You scoop up some and brace yourself. Smells like water. Looks like water. Tastes like . . . water! Okay, good.

“Blow my load.” You focus on making sure the thing doesn't pop out of your hands. You're much stronger than Quissonce, so it's much easier. You try to taste it without having the jet stream sting you. You fail, but get enough in your mouth to realize, hey, it's just water. You turn it off. Now, onto a much less disgusting curiosity of yours.

“How does one tell the difference between a male lizardfolk and a female lizardfolk?” Ssett makes a very hiss-heavy laugh before responding.

“Well, males are generally stronger and bigger, scarier faces. Females are usually smaller, nicer faces and have much wider” he makes a gesture to his hips in a moving outward motion.

“Birthing hips?” He nods, pointing at you.

“Yes, birthing hips. For egg-laying. How about your species? Do human females have egg-laying hips?”

“Well, generally, yes. Their hips are sometimes a little more pronounced.”

“So the Gabby is definitely female then.” You laugh at that. She definitely has the curvature.

“Yes. Although generally you can tell from the feminine appearance of their face. And if that fails, most have, um, sacs on their chests that we call breasts, for milk production. Last resort though!” You warn him.

“Oh. So the Dolah is a male then?”

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>>44004070
>“Oh. So the Dolah is a male then?”

Absolutely fucking destroyed.

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>>44004070
>“Oh. So the Dolah is a male then?”

“No, she's female. She wears armor though, so you probably can't tell. And she's part orc, so her face is a bit more, powerful? Speaking of orcs, do your people eat orcs? Or humans? Or any other sapient creatures?” Ssett looks a bit perplexed as you say this last part.

“Sapient? Talking and thinking creatures?” You nod your head. “Yes, we eat talking and thinking creatures. Kobolds every once in a while or sometimes sahuagin. Don't see orc ever. Didn't know what a human was until I met you.” He leans over and sniffs you. “I could eat you. You could eat me too, though. Please don't eat me.”

“Why do you eat kobolds? Don't they also serve dragons?” Ssett laughs.

“Dragons don't care if us lesser races eat each other. If a kobold was in service to the same dragon as us, we wouldn't eat it. But if it worships a different dragon or is unaligned, we eat.”

“Could you tell me about your religion? You worship The First Dragon, but are there other dragons to worship?”

“Most lizardfolk worship The First Dragon. The First Dragon created all of us. But he created us to serve all dragons. If a dragon blessed us with servitude to them, we would worship that dragon to honor The First Dragon.”

“I saw you had an altar, how do you worship, exactly?”

“Our holy lizards pray at the altar every day. Some followers leave shiny gems or precious and pretty fish scales nearby to earn luck. Dragons like shiny things.”

“What do your people call yourselves? I know your tribe is called the Acidspit clutch, but what about your entire nation?” Ssett seems confused.

“Nation? We are all lizardfolk, but your ancestry and whether or not you are captured determines your clutch. The Acidspit clutch is a strong clutch. We possess the ability to regurgitate an acidic substance we use to help carve out our nests.”

It seems to be coming up on the end of your watch soon.

>Wake Kyra up
>Ask Ssett a question or two more
>Something else? (write-in)

>>44004122
>Wake Kyra up

>>44004122
>>Wake Kyra up

>>44004122
>>Wake Kyra up

>>44004122
>>Something else? (write-in)
Tell Ssett jokingly that he should keep a watchful eye on his possessions while Kyra's awake.
>Wake Kyra up

Writing!

>>44004122
Ask sett why she/he was chosen for the trip

You head over to Kyra's tent to wake her up. You're actually a little concerned about how you're going to do this. You could just open the tent, but that might be not the most tactful way to do it. If you speak loud enough to wake her up, you might also wake up Gabby. Gabby would probably be very angry about that. As you're pondering what decision you're going to make, like you usually do, Kyra unzips the tent and walks out. The two of you stare at each other for a few moments.

“Oh, I was about to wake you up. Did you hear me coming?” She shakes her head no.

“Internal clock. Good night, Alan.” You reach out and gingerly grab her arm.

“Hey, look. Do I have to worry about you robbing us while we sleep?” Paranoia again.

“No. Might have to worry about me slitting your throat though.” Your eyes bulge for a second before you see her smirk. “Wake Dolah, have her do my watch instead if you don't trust me. Could use more sleep.” She walks away to your spot and sits down. She really knows what to say to freak you out. Ssett walks over to you.

“Sleep time now?”

“Yeah, one last question though. Why did the Chieftan choose you for this trip?” Ssett looks down at his feet.

“Youngest, scrawniest son. You kill me, they don't lose much. I'm smart enough to not let you dupe me either.” Huh, well time to go to bed.

Kyra did threaten to cut your throat while you sleep, even if it was a joke, are you really going to let her be the only person up watching the rest of you?

>Wake Dolah? Y/N

>>44004483
>N

>>44004483
N

>>44004483
>N
Keep all our belongings close though

>>44004483
>N
Cause if we are going to be working with these people there needs to be some trust.

Writing!

>>44004483
>Y
>For sex

At some point you're going to have to trust these people. Kyra has been a team player so far and as you recall, she already has kept a watch over your party last night. Checking your belongings quickly to see that nothing's missing, it's obvious she didn't rob you yesterday. Which means she probably won't rob you tonight either. Probably. When you get to your tent, you make sure to keep your belongings very close to yourself. She could steal anything that you keep on Tornado rather easily, but unless she really wants your blanket you doubt there's anything she'd like. You let sleep overtake you as Ssett curls himself up in Eve's bedroll. You're probably going to have to get her a new one.

“Alright you cunts, it's time to get the fuck up!” And with the morning, comes the beautiful sounds of 'The Gabby' as Ssett calls her. You rub the sleep out of your eyes and get up, nudging Ssett awake. You get yourselves ready and then pack up camp.

Rowe says that if you ride late into the night you should arrive at Seaside without camping any more in the woods. That would mean you shaved 4 days off your allotted time. That's good, right? You feel like Blackburn will praise you for your efficiency in that 'results are what matter' tone of his. Rowe also says you're going to have to detour around where the kobold corpses are. Some nasty predators or scavengers might have found them and started eating by now, if not a search party from their village.

As you travel, Gilda forces Dolah into being her translator with Ssett, allowing Gilda to ask all sorts of questions

Kyra is riding in the back, farther from the rest of the group. Quissonce looks to be very unnerved. She has that 1000 yard long stare in her eyes that you sometimes saw in soldiers back during the war. Rowe is at her standard position in the front, keeping her eyes and ears out.

Well, you're slightly bored.

>Apologize/Thank Kyra
>Ask Quissonce what's wrong
>Bond with Tornado
>Something else (write-in)

>>44004957
>Ask Quissonce what's wrong

>>44004957
>>Apologize/Thank Kyra
>>Ask Quissonce what's wrong
>>Bond with Tornado

>>44004957
>>Something else (write-in) Well it seems everyones doing their own thing...why not try to take a nap while activly riding a horse...just be sure to warn your companions.

>>44004957
>Ask Quissonce what's wrong

>>44004957
>Ask Quissonce what's wrong

Writing!

>>44004957
>Ask Quissonce what's wrong

You pull Tornado over to Quissonce. She doesn't notice you until you wave your hands, which causes her to give a short panicked “AH!” before realizing it's you.

“Hello Alan. Sorry, I'm a bit distracted at the moment.” She smooths down her robes a bit before blinking a bit and then focusing on you.

“Are you alright, Quissonce? You seem out of it.” She breathes a bit before responding.

“Yeah, I'm having some sleeping issues right now.” That's understandable.

“You'll get used to it.” She looks like she wants to believe that, but something about her face says she's still worried.

“Actually, I don't know about that. I haven't slept since we've reached the Island.” That's a bit stranger, seeing as how she spent the first night in a rather OK hostel bed. She also doesn't look like she's gone three days without sleep. No bags under her eyes or anything. “I think it might be a thing.”

“A thing?”

“Yes, a thing.”

“A magic thing?”

“No, no. An elf thing. Some books I read about elves during the ancient times talked about how they never had to sleep. Instead they focused themselves for a short few hours and then went back to doing what they were doing.”

“Isn't . . . that good?” I mean, it sounds like it would make your life a bit easier, waste less of it having to recharge.

“I have been absolutely conscious for coming up on 72 hours now Alan, so no, it is not a good thing.” She starts hyperventilating.

>Calm down, you'll get used to it
>Anything else it says about Ancient Elves?
>Ask Rowe if she's having any sleeping issues

>>44005402
>>Calm down, you'll get used to it
>>Anything else it says about Ancient Elves?
>>Ask Rowe if she's having any sleeping issues

>>44005402
>>Anything else it says about Ancient Elves?
>>Ask Rowe if she's having any sleeping issues

>>44005402
>>Calm down, you'll get used to it
>>Anything else it says about Ancient Elves?
>>Ask Rowe if she's having any sleeping issues

>>44005402
>Anything else it says about Ancient Elves?
>Ask Rowe if she's having any sleeping issues

Writing!

Internet on my end will be down for up to twenty minutes, short break.

“Calm down, you'll get used to that too.” She looks at you like you're crazy.

“How will I get used to this?”

“The Ancient Elves didn't sleep and they were what, paragons of grace, beauty and were some of the finest crafters right? They somehow managed, if not prospered from being conscious all the time. I'm sure you'll find its more of a boon than a hindrance.” She nods as you say this, trying to let your positive reinforcement sink in.

“Yeah, I'm a paragon of grace and beauty. That's it.” She focuses back on the road.

“Anything else your books said about ancient elves?”

“Let's see, they were amazing bowmen. They had very sharp eyes and could see in almost complete darkness. They had strong wills and were amazing wizards. They were also . . . immortal. Holy shit, I might be immortal. And never sleep. Ever.” She looks thoroughly brain-boggled.

Although, amazing bowmen and sharp eyes does get your mind drifting to another person with elven blood in your group. You look over to Rowe.

“Hey Rowe, are you having any sleeping issues?” She looks back at you, confused.

“No. Why do you ask?”

“Well, because you're part-” Oh crap. You don't know if that was supposed to be a secret or not. “elf.” (1/2)

There's a long moment of silence as everybody stares at Rowe and you. Rowe squints her eyes at you. And then suddenly she gets a stroke of insight and snaps her fingers.

“Oh, you must have seen my ears when we slept together. Nah, been sleeping like a baby.” She turns back around on her horse and looks forward.

Until Gabby starts to snicker. Then she turns around and quickly looks at everybody staring at her and you even more. She realizes what she just said and then rolls her eyes.

“I meant slept together in the same tent!”

“Well obviously. You couldn't really fuck if you were in different tents!” Gabby absolutely cackles after she says this. Gilda taps her quill on her face.

“Well, technically you could if they were very close together, facing each other and with the flaps open.”

“That would be fucking intense.” Kyra comments from the back. Even Dolah chuckles a bit at that. You're all a bit giddy because of the incoming payday.

>Talk to/apologize to Rowe
>Talk to/apologize to Kyra
>Take a nap

>>44006039
>Talk to/apologize to Rowe
Sorry if that was a secret. Kinda just blurted that out. So other than being more of a surgeon with a bow, any other changes since coming here?

>>44006039
>take a nap

>>44006039
>Talk to/apologize to Rowe
Then
>Take a nap

>>44006039
>>Take a nap

>>44006039
>Take a nap

Writing!

You decide it's time to get some rest. You've napped in your saddle before, so it isn't hard to do. You give Rowe a heads up and she promises to wake you up if she needs you.

A couple hours later and you feel particularly rested. It's very dark, but you can see the gates of Seaside from a distance. Half an hour later and you're being let inside. The guards are a bit uneasy at the sight of Ssett, but Gilda assures them that everything is fine. She tells you all to relax for a bit while she reports to Blackburn everything and introduces Ssett. Apparently Blackburn can also speak Draconic.

She tells you that Blackburn will swing by to give de-brief and pay you for your services.

This is it. Now is the time to make this important decision.
Give the decanter of Endless Water to Seaside for reward money? Or keep it.

Final Destination vote, which means you enter solely the number of the option and a link to my post.

1 Keep
2 Sell

5 minute voting window.

>>44006401
1

>>44006401
1

>>44006401
1

Vote over.

Keeping it wins by a landslide.

Writing!

You're keeping the decanter. You don't have to worry about finding streams for your horses or even carrying a canteen. Also that last function could work to help put out fires or even work as a last resort weapon. May want to get those command words changed however.

You wait there for a while, perhaps an hour or two before Blackburn finally comes to you. It's most likely 1 am by the time he meets with you. He escorts you all to his office in the Overseer Complex.

He looks absolutely ecstatic.

“Wonderful work! Truly, wonderful work. I figured this mission would be well within your capabilities to complete, but I believe I may have underestimated you. Four lives specimens of hereto unknown species, one which has come to us willingly. A potential alliance, the first we've yet to be offered I will tell you, with a native group. And, you have not only cleared out this ruin, but you've found out some of its history. I've spoken with Gilda about all the artifacts and information you have brought back and I believe I've come up with an accurate accounting of what you deserve.” He grabs a paper from his desk and slides it forward.

Potential Alliance 5000 gold
Ruins Explored and Cleared 4000 gold
Live Lizardfolk 2000 gold
Live Kobold 1000 gold
Knowledge of the Temple's History 1000 gold
Knowledge of The First Dragon 600 gold
2 Extra Kobolds 200 gold
Island Ruby 100 gold
2 Kobold Carcasses 50 gold
Giant Frog Carcass 20 gold

TOTAL 15,970

Split 7 ways, that is 2281.43 gold.

Quissonce looks ecstatic. You are all about to come into a lot more money than you'd ever think you'd see at one time. You're rich now, even if you have to spend 1000 getting into the Circle of Mages. You still have those other two rubies to sell as well.

>Grab drinks at the Sword and Shield
>Ask Blackburn about your next mission
>Go to bed
>Go check up on Ssett

>>44006887
>Grab drinks at the Sword and Shield
Celebrate first. Work later.

>>44006887
>>>Grab drinks at the Sword and Shield
Let's party! Everything else is secondary.

>>44006887
>Grab drinks at the Sword and Shield

>>44006887
>Go check up on Ssett

Writing!

>>44006887
>Grab drinks at the Sword and Shield
Do we remind Rowe of the fact all our drinks are on her tab this week, or do we let go of that and perhaps increase our standing with her?

>>44007237
She seemed cool with. Though as a courtesy we shouldn't go overboard.

Also not sure how much wealth 2k gold gives us in the grand scheme here.

“That's it! We're getting fucking hammered tonight!” Gabby shouts.

“It's 1 in the morning, I doubt any of the bars are open.” Dolah brings up. Gabby shakes her head.

“Nope, I checked. Sword and Shield is opened twenty-four hours a day.” Is such a thing even possible? You all head out of Blackburn's office and go down to the main street. Sure enough, the bar is open and staffed with a younger bartender working the night shift and three or four serving girls. Only a couple other people, all quietly drinking themselves into crippling alcoholism are in the bar. Gabby moves to the middle of the bar and puts two tables together so you can all sit together.

Everybody comes, even Dolah. Although she only gets herself some water. Gabby brings over fifteen beers. Two each for the five of you drinking and five for herself. You'll admit, a spirit has sort of entered your group, if only for tonight. All your differences seem to slide away as you get ready to drink. Gabby raises her glass and proposes to toast for your first drink.

“To killing shit and getting paid for it.”

“To getting paid.”

“To finding a peaceful solution.”

“To having a 24 hour bar.”

“To Eve, who couldn't make it.”

>Write your toast!

And,

>Who do you want to talk to tonight/first?

>>44007304
On the mainland, you'd be set for a while.

>>44007370
>>Who do you want to talk to tonight/first?
Quissonce. No idea about the toast.

>>44007370
To the Republic and Seaside, our new home!

Rowe

>>44007370
>toast
"To gold, beer, and the Republic."

>talk
Talk to Quissonce about going to the Tower tomorrow to get membership.

>>44007370
Hey is there a penality for learning too much stuff?

>>44007575
No!

Writing!

>>44007370

Seconding >>44007500 on both the toast, the person to talk to and the subject of discussion

>also for fun, let me see if I can tell which one said what toast
“To killing shit and getting paid for it.” - Gabby

“To getting paid.” - Kyra

“To finding a peaceful solution.” - Dolah

“To having a 24 hour bar.” - Rowe

“To Eve, who couldn't make it.” - Quissonce

“To the Republic and Seaside, may the gold and beer keep flowing!” You all knock back your drinks.

You sit yourself next to Quissonce to talk to her about joining the Circle of Mages tomorrow. She looks a little tipsy and she's only had one of her two beers so far. Although, to be honest you yourself are already feeling it from drinking the first one so fast. Gabby has managed to drink three of hers already, before heading back to get more.

Kyra and Rowe seem to be talking to each other while Dolah quietly heads over to order some food.

“So, Quissonce, we joining the Circle tomorrow?” you admit, you're pretty hyped that you're going to have access to some people that might have more technical information on the subject of magic. Eve is all over the place and while Quissonce knows a lot, it is all things she learned on the Mainland, so who knows what may or may not be true. You didn't think you'd have the money to join in less than a week.

Although, looking at Quissonce's face something seems the matter. She looks pensive. She turns to you before speaking.

“Yeah, I'm actually thrilled that we can join so soon, but when Eve and I were talking about it we were saying how we were going to do it together, you know. I mean, we said that because we thought it would take us years to scrounge together 3000 gold, but still. We promised. You weren't there for that though, so don't worry about it. If you want to join right now, go ahead. But I'm gonna wait for Eve to get back. I'm sure it won't take long and you probably need to catch up anyway.” She sticks her tongue out at you.

>Wait for Eve's return to join together
>Join Tomorrow

And

>Talk to somebody else? (who?)
>Go to sleep

>>44007651
Correcto!

>>44007882
>>>Wait for Eve's return to join together

>>44007882
>Join Tomorrow
>talk with Rowe

>>44007882
>Wait for Eve's return to join together
>>Talk to somebody else? (who?)
Gabby

>>44007882
>Wait for Eve's return to join together
Gabby

Writing!

So Eve has been involved in at least seven orgies with the lizards already, right?

“Actually, I think I'll wait for Eve to get back. We came here together, we should join the Circle together. I feel it would be rude to leave Eve behind when she's part of the reason we're rolling in money right now.” Quissonce smiles as you say that.

“Aw, that's sweet. I'll admit, she can be very annoying and her voice is probably going to kill my hearing well before I die of never, but she's like, my familiar, y'know?” You have no clue what a familiar is, but you agree anyway and get to work on finishing your second beer.

You decide to go talk to Gabby, who is having a loud discussion with Dolah.

“Really Dolah? Why the fuck aren't you drinking?” Dolah sighs as she puts her water down.

“Because it is against my Paladin's Code to inebriate myself.” Gabby does a shout-sigh.

“Blah blah blah. Code this. No fun that. Alan believes in your God or whatever and he's drinking. Live a little.”

“I don't believe passing out and vomiting would fit my description of 'living'.” Gabby shakes her head as she drinks what is most likely her fifth beer.

“So, what else can't you enjoy?”

“I have to observe multiple religious rites, protect the innocent, I am forbidden from lying, I must slay those who –” Gabby's eyes grow alive as she listens before quickly interrupting.

“You can't lie?”

“No.” Gabby starts to smile and laugh as she gets that mischievous look in her eyes.

“Alright, then that means we can have some fun.” She leans back and thinks a bit before speaking. “Are you a virgin?” Dolah gives Gabby a hard, humorless stare before giving a quick chuckle. (1/2)

“Just because I can not lie doesn't mean I have to answer your stupid questions.”

“So . . . yes then?” Dolah's eye twitches a bit before a calm veneer falls over her face.

“Depends. Have I laid with a man before? No. Do I possess my maiden-head? No.” Rowe leans over from where she's been sitting.

“Riding horses?” Dolah looks over to her and nods her head yes, causing Rowe to chortle. “Ah, saddles. The deflower-er that no father is prepared for.” Gabby shakes her head.

“Alright, Alright. Never been fucked. Never been drunk. You are boring.” She turns to you, that same look in her eyes. “Well Al, how about you then?”

Uh oh.

>Yes
>No
>No (lying)
>Refuse to answer

And,

>Ask Dolah your own stupid questions she can't lie about?

And,

>Go to sleep
>Talk to somebody else (who?)

>>44008477
>>No
>Go to sleep

>>44008477
>Well, I don't have the saddle problem
>Refuse to answer

>Go to sleep

>>44008477
>no
Ask her if she has an emberasing nick name, and then share something emberasing about ourselves so she doesn't feel too bad

>>44008477
>Yes (lying)

I'm confused, is the question "Are you a virgin" or "Have you ever fucked someone"?

>>44008640
*tips fedora

>>44008645
Have you fucked someone.

Yes = notvirgin
No = Virgin

>>44008645
Since it seems confusing, I'll do a quick re-vote

1. Yes, virgin
2. Yes, virgin (lying)
3. No, not a virgin
4. No, not a virgin (lying)
5. Refuse to answer

This was my bad.

Also, re-vote on whether

>Go to Bed
>Talk to somebody else

>>44008698
>4. No, not a virgin (lying)

Of course, being caught in a lie is hilarious.

>>44008698
1
Rowe

>>44008698
>3. No, not a virgin

>>44008698
1. Yes, virgin
>Go to Bed

>>44008698
2

>>44008698
1

Honestly 2 is the best option and the rest of you are tasteless plebs

Writing!
While i do so, choose one of these options

>Go to Bed
>Talk to Rowe

Rolled 4 (1d5)

>>44008698
I will let the dice gods cast their vote in my stead.

>Talk to Rowe

>>44008892
>Go to Bed

>>44008892
bed

“Well, I certainly don't have the saddle problem.” you say deadpan. The rest of the table bursts into laughter.

“But, uh, yeah. I'm a virgin.” Gabby groans.

“Well I guess I owe Eve five gold then.” You turn around to look at Quissonce.

“Eve bet that I was a virgin?” Quissonce nods.

“Although, that's not how she phrased it. She kept shouting 'Alan is pure!' over and over.”

Huh, that's an odd way of putting it. You turn to Dolah. “So, do you have any stupid nicknames?”

“No.” Well, with that all done, you feel like catching some sleep. You finish your beer and then wave goodbye to the rest of your team. You decide to drop a few silver on a nice inn, since you can easily afford it now, after paying to stable your horse and feed it.

You sleep off your slight buzz in a nice soft bed in town. You wake up the next day and get yourself cleaned up and fresh.

Well, you have today rather free. What do you want to do?

>Explore Town
>Ask Blackburn about when your next mission is
>Spar with Gabby
>Learn Orcish from Dolah
>Get Rowe to teach you how to shoot

>>44009144
>Learn Orcish from Dolah
Seems useful for when we'll encounter them. Having more than one character who's able to communicate with the natives is probably a good idea.

>>44009144
>Spar with Gabby
we must learn fite gud

Alright, roll me 1d100 +15, best of 3.

Rolled 75 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>44009376

Rolled 41 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>44009376

Rolled 21 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>44009376
Alright dice gods, I gave you one of my votes earlier. Please bless this roll.

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>44009376

Rolled 49 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>44009376
But I want some figther lvls!

>>44009144
>>Spar with Gabby

>>44009410
Right, fuck you too RNGesus.

Writing!

Well, if you're going to deal with those orcs you're going to need to speak the local language. You head over to Father Calloway's chapel early in the morning. You spot Dolah, sitting in the pews among the faithful praying and proceed to begin your own hourly dedication of prayer. After you commune with The Great Will, you head over to where Dolah seems to be talking to Calloway. Calloway seems to be wearing a new, red scarf around his neck. A bit odd, seeing as how it's rather hot on the Island, but then again this man does also wearing priest's robes most of the time and those can be quite stuffy.

You wait for Dolah to finish her conversation before approaching her, giving a greeting to Father Calloway before you move away.

“So, Dolah. I was hoping you'd be willing to teach me Orcish.” She smiles graciously before replying.

“I'd be happy to, Alan. Before we begin, I would like to ask you something however. Father Calloway has two spare rooms other than his own bedroom here at the chapel and I was wondering if you'd be willing to live here for a while.” Huh, that seems like an odd request. She explains further.

“I am concerned for his safety and feel it would be best if we were around in case anything were to happen. It will also make it much easier for us to meet and the peaceful surroundings may aid your own spiritual journey while it is still in its infancy.”

>Agree to live at the church
>Disagree to live at the church

>>44009645
>Agree

>>44009645
>Agree to live at the church
Less for the spiritual journey and more for protecting the old man.

>>44009645

>Disagree

>>44009645
>>Agree to live at the church
But only while Father Calloway is in possible danger.

Writing! Also, roll me 3d100, + 3

>>44009816
This.

Rolled 50, 46, 72 + 3 = 171 (3d100 + 3)

>>44009851

Rolled 53, 85, 93 + 3 = 234 (3d100 + 3)

>>44009851

Rolled 32, 65, 95 + 3 = 195 (3d100 + 3)

>>44009851

Rolled 57, 46, 70 + 3 = 176 (3d100 + 3)

>>44009851

Rolled 68, 100, 57 + 3 = 228 (3d100 + 3)

>>44009851

Rolled 62, 75, 74 + 3 = 214 (3d100 + 3)

>>44009851

>>44009876
Damn

“Has something happened?” The Father was nervous about his 'rivals'. Dolah looks stern.

“He told me he received a warning recently. He won't go into much detail about it and he's not the type to back down. So my only option is to watch him like a hawk. With you here in the other room, I feel we will have a better chance at discouraging any would-be assailants.” You peer over at Father Calloway and his red scarf. You feel off, but can't pick up anything out of the ordinary.

“Alright, I'll live here while he's in danger.” Dolah smiles.

“Thank you Alan. This will also make it much easier for me to educate you.” You go to your inn room and move your equipment to the chapel's side chamber. You live on one side of where Calloway sleeps and Dolah sleeps on the other. Calloway thanks you for your protection and offers to feed you and gives you a set of monk's robes. He won't take no for an answer and so you indulge him. (1/3)

You spend your times with Dolah in the chapel's study, going over blank vellum with quills, Dolah rigorously instilling the Orcish into your writing. Her style and discipline seem at odds with the language itself, which almost seems to be symbols rather than words.

Orcish is a brutish language, with many words seeming like evolved forms of simple grunts. Orcish has six words for sex, four for conquer and ten for kill. A lot of the meaning and nuance of sentences is layered in which word you grind, grunt and shout the loudest.

Oddly, Dolah makes you transcribe beautifully written Church doctrine to Orcish, to both aid your language skills and your religious knowledge.

Later in the week, when you are more comfortable and skilled at speaking in Orcish, you and Dolah hold theological discussions entirely in Orcish. Which is hard to do, as your questions are about the subtle aspects of The Great Will and Orcish is not a subtle language. You do however, discover that you can pick the key off of a prison guard to free yourself and you may execute a traitor if the law of the land is just and allows it.

You do however, manage to learn much of The Church of the Great Will. And of other religions too. Dolah teaches you of the Dwarven Ancients merely being the first, perfect dwarves that The Great Will made. How the gnomes view the chaos of the world, which is all really The Great Will's grand design, as a living force because his plan is a complex and unknowable one. The elves worship the spirit of the Earth that is the lingering grand touch of The Great Will's powers.

By the end of the week, you are both an amateur theologian and very competent at Orcish.

LANGUAGE: Orcish

KNOWLEDGE: Religion +5 (2/3)

At the end of your week of study, one fine morning as you exit your chambers to begin your hour of prayer, you notice two particularly dirty men standing in the middle of the chapel. One of them seems to be wounded, a large cut down the side of his arm. You go to sit in the pews and begin praying with some of the other early morning parishioners as the two men approach Father Calloway, sitting at his pew reading silently. He looks at them and upon seeing that one of them is wounded he steps down to heal them.

“Here, my son. Give me your arm.” Father Calloway takes the arm of the wounded man and begins to channel energy to heal the man's wounds.

Something about them seemed off to you. So you watched them, keeping an eye open as you prayed, wearing nothing but your simple monk's robe. The second, unwounded man stands absolutely stone still as Father Calloway begins to heal his friend. When you see him stick his hand into his coat pocket, you leap into action.

By the time the man has the gun out you've already pushed Father Calloway to the floor. You throw him against the Chapel's walls, shoving the revolver up as it fires. The one behind you pulls out a knife, before Dolah tackles him to the ground, charging from her seat. You punch the gunman in the face once and he goes down. You take the revolver from his hand and look it up and down. It's not particularly well-kept, but at that range it couldn't have missed.

You look over to Dolah, who's already choked out the man with the knife. She looks to you and says what you already know.

“Too far.”

Damn right.

>End of Thread
I will most likely run this next time this coming Wednesday. https://twitter.com/TrickQM

>>44010521
thanks for running!

>>44010521
Thanks for running

>>44010521
Wait, revolver?

I wasn't expecting that. I was sure the tech was a couple hundred years behind that.

>>44010932
Yeah, I realized that other than that one option to be a musketeer in the first thread I haven't mentioned guns much. They're generally inaccurate and noisy, so no one in your group uses them. That ambush that killed most of your guys was the result of being ambushed by musketeers.

>>44011037
The ambush where your friend died.

>>44011051
If its a revolver, that's a lot more advanced than muskets.
Does it have rifling? Because that would mean we're at late Napoleonic to American Civil War tech levels. Revolvers even mean that we might have semiautomatic repeating rifles.