There are no enemies here, except the sun itself as it bears down on Agoth through the dragging afternoon. Beads of sweat fall from his face, falling to the ground below only to be latched onto and sucked in by the thirsty soil. Agoth is quite thirsty as well from his trek, as sweat falls from his face which holds no facial hair. He takes a moment wipes it from his short black hair, and allows it to fall onto his dirty black boots. His pants were akin to old rags, and his shirt was made of old leather that was fit for a countryman as himself. He came from a family which weren’t exactly a rich family, but rather simple farmers who barely get by selling their crops…hard to believe such a family could even come across a cursed sword like they had.
Agoth is sparsely armed, with a dagger on his side, a few copper ringlets, and the cursed sword on his back in a rotten and aged wooden case that reeks of death…damned rats must’ve gotten inside, they always find a way into everything. His back was aching from carrying the sword, but he knows that musn’t touch it, or else his very soul may suck out of his own body if he is not careful…maybe someone in the nearby village knows about it? Being a countryman, Agoth knows very little about the village as he seldom goes there, but only to pick up plowing tools and food if a bad harvest has occurred among them. Once inside the village he looks and looks to see the few buildings and stalls he was used to seeing with the same old wood and the same old smell, such as Ratchey’s Groundin’ Tools! A place for farming tools with a picture of a plow for the illiterate, and Usil’s Farmhouse, a place for produce. They won’t be much help though, maybe he should ask around where to go? Maybe to a priest, or a local rogue wizard if he can find one.
>Go to…tavern? The Bleeding Taint
>Go to…armory? Jeril’s Rusty Hammers
>Go to...Ratchey’s Groundin’ Tools? His family knew yours well before his time.
>[Other]?

>>45855704
>>Go to...Ratchey’s Groundin’ Tools? His family knew yours well before his time.

>>45855704
>> Ratchey's Tolls

A family friend could spare a drink without having to deal with the attention We'd get a bar.

>>45855783
>>45855755
Post incoming

Straightening the box as the straps began to wear into his shoulders, he slowly walked into Ratchey's Groundin' Tools, where he was met with the smell of old rusty metal, the sound of creaky floors, and the site of hastily thrown around hoes and rakes. How nostalgic...

"Agoth, my friend!" The greeting was near immediate and took his attention away from the rather shoddy make of the place onto Ratchey. He was a short man compared to Agoth, wearing better attire than most, but not exactly what one would call fine quality. He has dark brown hair swept back, alongside brown stubble. He wore a dark green shirt that showed his stockiness, alongside loose brown pants and shoes. "It's not the beginning of the month, unless of course...you bring news, yes? Your brother...has he passed?" Agoth nodded as he revealed that part of information, but that of course wasn't the reason he was here. "I see, saddening. Especially as he was supposed to wed my sister within the next few months, but things happen yes? I'm very sorry...things haven't going all too well here either, I'm afraid. But that's not important, allow me to treat you to a drink, huh? It's not exactly a short walk over, and I don't usually do the rounds myself, at least not at the moment. He brought Agoth to the back, with more of his supplies haphazardly thrown around, as he himself poured Agoth a brown liquid from a tin pitcher into clay cups. "Have a drink, my friend, rest your nerves. It seems something is troubling you...and may I ask what is it you're carrying? You're looking for ringlets? Times are tough.

>Ask what happened
>Ask for a rogue wizard
>Ask for a priest
>Inquire about the sword
>Sit down for drinks
>[Other]

>>45856036
>Ask what happened

>>45856119
Post incoming.

Ratchey mentioned something that has happened, in fact rather quickly. Agoth being a close to Ratchey and his family figured to at least inquire about it, if nothing else to at least put his friend at ease. Upon asking questions however, his face darkened, as he looked down into his drink, beginning to stir at with his finger. His whole demeanor making a 180 seemingly on the spot, it brought a whole new mood to the constrained room that they were in.

"My friend, um...I apologize, but, it's just that my brother as well has recently gone since your last visit...how unfortunate, yet coincidental, heh..um..." He took a sip of his drink, only to grimace. "Saddening...erm...my brother is not a wise one...he got involved with a cult, you see. A cult that claims to wish to bring better times among any and all...

"I thought nothing of it. I figured such cults were just stories, stories you would read about in novels. I thought nothing of it...but instead it cost him his life. They...erm...slaughtered him, vanished, and sent a letter assuring me that our family is well protected. I can't leave to look...I'd be damned to go farther south or north than I have to. It's better that I don't, and I can't take a day off to because I need the money..."

He took one more sip of his drink, this time closing his eyes and allowing it all to go down at once, coughing afterwards and looking at Agoth a tad hazy eyed. "I worry is all. I...probably have nothing to worry about...but it's best that I just forget and get over it for now..."

>Anything else?
>Inquire about the sword
>What's so bad about outside?
>[Other]

>>45856325
>What's so bad about outside?

>>45856538
Post incoming. Last post of the night

"Outside is not advised...people leave, few come back. They insist on leaving yet they know that it's best not to. Most people still around never left, there's no reason to, hasn't been one for well before my time. My father met my mother in this village, my father's mother met her husband in this village...why leave? Surely you have Faith in everything already here?" Ratchey took the cup that was for Agoth and gulped it down, coughing once more and wiping his eyes before pouring himself another helping. "But you wouldn't know that would you? You barely left that pathetic flyover country house to the south, only coming when you need something! Not to say hello like your parents had to mine! Even your brother w...Pardon me. It seems that I've a bit too much to drink. Just stay in the village, thank you for the visit, but it's about time you leave. I...need to rest...closing up early for one day won't hurt." Standing up sharply almost stumbling over himself, he shook his head and led Agoth to the door, his hand housing a slight tremble.

"...It's getting dark, my friend. Here..." He reached his hand into his poorly stitched pockets and retrieved twenty copper ringlets, placing them firmly in Agoth's hand. "I-I urge you to stay here...see that? I-Inn money! Don't wander at night, don't wander off, just stay here and be safe. For your sake..." He muttered something else under his breath barely decipherable, before clearing his throat. "You...have a good night. Tell the barkeep at The Bleeding Taint that Ratchey sent you, should net you a free drink to rest your nerves...all knows I need one...good night." He harshly shut the door before many locks ensuring the door's security clunk and clatter loudly. Now outside...it seems that time has passed quickly. The sun is now radiating a dark orange as opposed to it's midday bright yellow, or dominating white.
>Go to…tavern? The Bleeding Taint
>Go to…armory? Jeril’s Rusty Hammers
>Wander off?
>[Other]
Keep thread alive

>>45856758
>Go to…tavern? The Bleeding Taint

>>45856758
>Go to…tavern? The Bleeding Taint

>>45857290
>>45856813
Post incoming

Taking the advice of his friend, Agoth walked towards the tavern "The Bleeding Taint", a rather small place for an inn that looks like it only has about a room or two, as opposed to most other inns which should have more than three. Looking up at the building, it itself is in a condition which isn't the best, as the wood on top is crumbling away, leaving wood chips around the door with no longer a hold to call their own. Walking in, it smelled of old beer, dust, and vomit.The floors were also shoddily cleaned, and was in a similar state of disrepair to that of outside, instead with stains of blood and spilled drink...probably. Walking up towards the barkeep plopping down in a nearby stool, and dropping the wooden case housing the sword on the ground, a shuffling and clattering in metal can be heard inside.

"I see you're carrying a bit of a heavy load there, friend...came here to rest?" The barkeep was a bald man wearing an old unwashed blue shirt stinking of sweat, probably a bit taller than Agoth, but much more unfit due to his living of a barkeep. "Yes, we do have a room, and yes we have drinks. Just...put the ringlets on the table and go to the first door on your left. Keep it short and sweet if you'd please."

>Ask about a priest
>Ask about a rogue wizard
>Ratchey sent me
>[Other]
>Leave

bump

>>45858785
>Ratchey sent me
> know any one that might be able to help with a cursed or magical sword?

>>45859864
Post incoming

"You're a friend of Ratchey, eh? Alright...I got you some ale fresh off his tab, heh..." The barkeep, not doing anything fancy just took out an old dusty bottle and poured into a less than squeaky clean mug. "You heard about him losing his brother, right? Tragic, but you know stuff happens...you just have to forget it, it's best not to dwell on things. He told me that himself and quite frankly I believe him to be quite honest with you. Live and forget, emphasis on forget."

"Know anyone that might be able to help with a cursed sword?"

The bartender's face grew pale, as he looked back down into glass, sputtering to try and make out his words"A cursed sword? Y-you brought one in here?!...I know of a pries...he's...probably asleep right now. Why don't you unload your...box and take the room. I'll give it to ya for free tonight, take a rest, and the ale'll help you sleep...alright?"

>Go to the room to sleep
>Ask about the priest
>Ask how's business
>[Other]

>>45860780
>Go to the room to sleep

>>45860780
>Go to the room to sleep, sleep light
Ratchey's behavior just sets off a ton of warning signals.

>>45861145
>>45861040
Post incoming. Sorry for the wait.

Flinging his box around his back, he looked back the barkeep with weary eyes a he retires to his inn room, taking along the ale with him. Inside, the room was definitely better than the entrance itself, but very cramped as there was room for a bed, a nightstand and not much else. Luckily he just needs the bed, and he only needs it for the night. He took off the wooden box and leaned it along the nightstand before closing the door. Not having clothes to change into like others, he just gets in the bed and looks out the window, finally seeing the sun retreat below the horizon, and what followed was near immediate darkness, with the wind slowly beginning to pick up.

He removed the dagger from his side and slid it under his pillow, seeing how Ratchey and the barkeep was acting odd, it's best to be prepared...but now it's time for rest, and rest came swiftly as his very own darkness overtook him without much haste.

'Agoth. Open your eyes' He hears, 'Agoth wake up' the voice sounds eerily familiar...hauntingly familiar. All he sees is the darkness from his own eyelids. His body is asleep, but his mind is not as much so. A chill runs through his mind, proceeding down his neck yet fading away from his sleep numbed body. He needn't open his eyes...rest is needed...ignore them. Ignore the voices, whatever it is they are. Such siren dreams will only bleed into tomorrow, where his endurance is needed most.

*creeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaak*

'The door!' The snap back to reality, it flooded his body with warmth, yet...it was too dark. Perhaps someone isn't here, yes? It is late after all, and Agoth barely had sleep from the night before.

>Pull out dagger and creep out of bed
>Ask who's there
>Maybe it's nothing...the place is old
>[Other]

>>45862262
>>Pull out dagger and creep out of bed

>>45862262
>Pull out dagger and creep out of bed

>>45862262
>>Ask who's there

>>45865724
>>45864575
>>45862357
Post incoming. Sorry lads

>>45867550
It's cool, boss. We're mostly just happy that you haven't abandoned us.
Besides, I think the premise is pretty good and I hope to see this thread continue.

Quickly, Agoth slipped his hand under his pillow, grasping his weapon of choice. He rolled out of the bed carefully not to make any noise, before bumping into something shortly after. "WHO'S THERE?!" The thing in front of him yelled. Shuffling back, he quickly backed up and pushed Agoth to the ground. The fall forced Agoth to drop his only means of defense, with the attacker promptly taking advantage of the situation and unsheathing his shortsword before swinging wildly. The wild swinging of the weapon in such a confined space filled the room with sparks as it made contact the hardwood. The wild strikes gave little time for Agoth to protect himself, as instead he was struck multiple times in the arm with the shortsword, leaving cuts as a sign of contact. "GET OUT! BE GONE WITH YOU!"

The voice...the voice was familiar. "R-Ratchey!?"

"A-...Agoth!?" The shortsword dropped, followed by and immediate light of a small match, only illuminating the small space between Agoth and Ratchey. "Oh...Y-yes...I thought you were...something else...I meant no...ill fate of course my friend...I just...erm...thought to...check up on you." Picking up his shortsword, he placed it back in it's sheathe, stepping back. "Yes, checking up on you. No harm done yes?"

>Bullshit, why are you here.
>*Show him the cuts on the arm*
>Quickly get the dagger and attack. You could've been killed!
>[Other]

>>45868355
>>Bullshit, why are you here.

>>45868355
>Bullshit, why are you here.

>>45868742
>>45868491
Post incoming soon. Sorry lads, I'm busier than I thought I would be. Maybe I should call it soon and continue tomorrow.

>>45868355
>Bullshit, why are you here.

"You accusing me of ill fated attempts, hurts me dearly...and quite frankly I cannot blame you for such an accusation. I would dare not stick my head out at night, for someone I would barely call a 'friend' to begin with. It's nothing more than formality. That box you carry though...I'm being smiled upon. You walked into my store, carrying something unknown within it's wooden walls..."

He looked down to the wooden box, the wooden box that hides the very thing that Agoth has carried this far in such a potentially small step in his journey. The wooden box that contains the cursed sword. "You came into my store with that box...you didn't take me up on my offer, you ignored it, that must mean it's valuable, yes? I can catch a fair price! I can rid myself of that horrible store and this damned village!"

He rushed towards the box, and cracked open the top, opening it up to reveal a sword in it's sheathe. The sword itself had a sheath not made of leather, but something akin to ebony with a hard untouched polish that deceived it's years. The hilt was pure white with purple indecipherable symbols. He held the match up it before quickly grabbing it, leaving Agoth speechless. "Fine quality...yes...p-people....need.....w-....weapons......"

"........"

His hands were paling, his grip weakening, and the color of his face was soon no more. He dropped the sword, as well as the lit match, falling over weakly as he allowed the small flame from the lit match to land upon the ground, allowing it quickly climb and multiply around the room.

>Get the sword!
>Get Ratchey!
>Get myself outta here!
>[Other]
(I-Is my writing okay, lads? I write differently for quests than I'd do otherwise and I don't know why...)

>>45871067
>Get the sword!

Fucking Ratchey, we are not condemning our entire family line to eternal damnation

Yeah, I am enjoying it, totally makes the posts worth the wait and you're painting a good picture of the situation

>>45871126
Post incoming. Glad my writing is alright.

>>45871832

Better than alright if you ask me, better quality than a solid half of the quests I see pop up, course that means the posts take longer to come along and unfortunately it seems like a lot of TGers are stricken with ADD

The fire was quickly spreading, first the walls, then the bed, then it began to swiftly enclose Agoth in a crimson and orange blaze, that bounced it's sweltering presence around the room. Quickly he grabbed the sword, and sprinted down the hall towards the entrance, with sweat beading down his face onto the sword's sheathe, only for it to bounce off immediately and land on the floor. Ratchey's body was now one with the flames, the whole room now belonged to the flames. The barkeep was not present behind the counter...maybe he left as soon as he caught wind of the fire...

Gripping the sword with his bare hands, he slowly was losing sensation. With each step, with each stride to the outside it became harder, and harder to carry on. The entrance wasn't even that far...yet it seemed like everything else was moving in slow motion. Moving at a snail's pace, your body struggling as it tries to endure the growing heat, the growing smoke that replaces the air with that of unbreathable tar, with your body feeling like it has to fight through water...perhaps it's time to give. The family name may die, but it ends with one. No longer will things go on endlessly as the curse that has plagued generations passes down farther and farther into the bloodline with no hope of repent, with no hope of passing, with no hope of eternal peace. Perhaps eternal peace is the peace of simply knowing that he, Agoth is the one that made it stop.

...

'Keep fighting....keep fighting...' The familiar voice range again. It sent chills, but surely one with no longer a body cannot feel chills? 'Forever our name will vanish you may you give, I ask you to keep fighting...son. Our farm, what the family has worked for, while it isn't much, it shows we tried, and now it's time for you to try. It's time for you to show what YOU have worked for...'

'Yes father...' He saw no figure, but the voice...a voice was enough. Enough to yield hope, and enough to yield will.
(cont.)

>>45872703
The feeling faintly returned in his fingers, his body broke free of the grasp that bounded him to an ever so slow world. He shall break free...he's not done. He sprinted out the entrance with what energy he was able to muster, breaking the door with his rather weak shoulder, forcing it come undone from it's hinges, and falling face first onto the ground, dropping the sword, gasping for air as he allowed the air free of smoke to fill him up once more. "Is that it?"

Agoth looked up, seeing the the familiar silhouette of the barkeep hovering over him. "That's it right? The sword?" Agoth nodded weakly, unable to speak, but instead mustering a weak cough. "I see. You need a priest don't ya? Cursed swords and all that?"

>Yes
>I'm fine
>It's best I leave
>[Other]

tfw i got hyped from writing

>>45872872
>Yes

Sorry about the bar

>>45872872
>Yes
Even if you're he fucks you over, you have a cursed sword, don't you?

>>45872975
>>45872915
Post incoming.

>>45872872
"Yes...I need a priest..." He manage to rasp between breaths. "Sorry....about the bar...."

"I care as much about that bar like the wife I don't have. Very little, and I don't let it tie me down." The silhouette pulled out a liquid and splashed it on his hands, a foul smelling odor that resembled rotten cheese and bitter bread, before reaching down and grasping at the sword itself, groaning as he held it tight in his two hands, taking deep breaths. "C'mon, hurry up." He rushed quickly across the village with Agoth following close behind, before stopping quickly in front of an abandoned house. The house itself was in far worse condition than other building previously seen, yet it seemed to blend it despite it's rather inadequate appearance. Perhaps in comparison instead of worse it just seems bad? No glass in it's windows, but rather just empty four sided cutouts that were covered in cracks and mold, looking like it may collapse from the windows had it not been for the support beams. The door was non existent, and inside the ground almost fully exposed with the exception of perhaps a few planks of wood.

The silhouette is now revealed in slightly better lighting of the waning moon that the barkeep was dressed in a weird garb, that was similar to a robe yet had defined pants. They looked a light grey, with the leg portion looking a bit more of a darker grey. He kicked the wood a few times, and it shot up, revealing a dirt passage underneath. Wasting little time and panting, with a slight sizzling sound he rushed underneath, followed by heavy clang. Agoth followed, going directly to the barkeep. "Took you long enough. That sword is cursed like you said, I could feel it...trying to grab a hold of me from my hands. It was persistent too...I had to drop it fast. Can't take any risks." Underneath the abandoned house was primarily marble, however instead of a more traditional rectangular shape, it's instead more rounded and asymmetrical...(cont)

>>45873626
...probably made to fit into the molds underground instead of forcing it to be rectangular. Everything else is fairly modest, a wooden table with chairs, a mug for liquids, a storage for food, and an alter.

"The curse is it traps souls...if you know the right people you can fetch a high price, but I'm sure your family tried selling it already, or else you wouldn't be having this issue.

>What is this?
>So about the sword...
>Where's the priest?
>[Other]
Thanks for sticking around lads.

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>>45873819
>Where's the priest?

>>45873819
>Where's the priest

>>45873819
>Where's the priest?

>>45874176
>>45874119
>>45874061
Post incoming

"I AM the priest. I couldn't help you there because I wasn't able to quietly make it out with there still being light. The people here don't know that there's priests, they don't know that there's nothing to fear within the village. My mentor and his mentor and his...they've closed off the village from the rest as it was quickly growing dangerous. You don't see much visitors, and those don't leave don't come back. The barkeep thing was just money on the side. I DO need to feed myself after all..." He retrieved a long staff by storage and attempted to slide the sword from it's sheath. "It's best that this kept secret, before it was for simple discretion, to not let the church or prayer interfere with daily lives. But it got more dangerous, and with this new....cult coming out of nowhere...I don't know where they came from, I don't know how they got here, and bugs the ever living shit out of me! 'Father and all who watch down forgive me in this holy place' but this is frustrating...it makes me fear that the seal that separates this village and surrounding land is waning, yet I just checked on it when they arrived and that wasn't the case...it erks me greatly." With a final prod, the barkeep poked the sword out of it's sheath, revealing a dark blade blade with grey indeciphirables akin to the hilt.

"And you come here with this cursed sword...written in runes. It has to be runes! Why can't something be put in English? Why can't something be put in Latin, or Jaeneish, the language of the churches and the all, but NO, it has to be damn runes for the sake of being complicated..." He reaches inside the storage once more to retrieve a book. The book itself was quite aged, and written in a similar pattern to those on the sword itself. "Yes...it's coming back. 'Soul siphon, strengthen within by preying on those born into sin. Accept the power from the soul in all, follow the grapevine until it's fall.' There ya go, that's what it says."
[cont]

>>45875145
"Now you want to remove the curse, right? You..." He retreated back into the storage, pulling out a bunch of papers, and maps. They were old, and were falling apart, however were relatively well preserved. Probably has been around for at least a century. He placed them on the table, the maps themselves littered with scribbles and indecipherable text, but not at all similar to the sword runes. "You go north, to Breaker Point. From there, you break the curse, you come back home, and you celebrate. Getting there is about as easy as coming back, so not very. You have one attempt, you mess it up, and by that I mean you die, well...I hope you like a vein within a soul eating sword. Any questions?"
>Supplies?
>What do I have to do?
>So what exactly do the words mean?
>[Write-In]

Bump. Keep thread alive if you guys can, I gotta sleep. Goodnight, and thanks, lads.

>>45875223
>So what exactly do the words mean?

Bump

>>45875223
>Is that cult going to be wanting this sword?

>>45878721
>>45877588
Post incoming.

Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>45878721
>>45877588
Oops, forgot to roll.

"To put it bluntly it means that the sword will basically try to feed onto anything it makes contact with, I know that first hand, and the rest is a metaphor I'm sure...going deeps into the roots and branches of something...the person itself? You have this sword, you might be able to explain it to me better than I could ever to you." He looked again at the blade, looking deep into the runes, before shivering and retreating to the storage unit, staff still in hand, he used it to pick inside the storage area, shuffling around it's contents, doing so carefully, before reaching down to a multitude of items. The items were thing such as a small dagger, a red dust of sort in an old vase, along with an old leather pouch leaking with a clear liquid. "Before you leave, when you leave, it's best that I bound the sword to your being. That should avoid it from taking your soul when in use...my mentor taught me how to cast away hexes and other curses, this should work a similar way, but with it being more...different I'm not sure how it will turn out." He began pouring the red dust around, and over the sword, with the dust promptly falling off, refusing to stay on the cursed weapon. He then doused the weapon in a clear liquid, with a mild sizzling in the red dust following shortly after. "I don't have any holy water, so this will have to do. It's at the very least safe to drink...here, use a dagger to spill your blood in the circle. That should make you exempt from the curse as it takes your blood into account. Are you ready?"

>Spill the blood around the sword
>I'm not sure about this...
>Refuse
>[Other]

>>45882486
>I'm not sure about this...
>Spill the blood around the sword

>>45882486
>Spill the blood around the sword

So I should be able to use the weapon?

Oh lads, you think you'd be interested in lore in the form of books akin to the elder scrolls, or more subtly? Either one is fine In fact the subtle things have already occurred

>>45883588
>>45883408
These are the choices. I'll make them a reality later. I have classes until night, lads.

>>45883627

I would vote for books if you're looking at a lore dump, easier to set up and read all at once. The subtlety is great in person to person interactions though and guessing is half the fun

Bump

Boomp

>>45890551
Managed to break away for a bump. One more hour

>>45893182

I'll be here boss

Post incoming

"I'm not sure about this..."
"It should go without a hitch..." He takes a moment to mutter something under his breath, before quickly shaking his head and placing his attention back on Agoth's hand. Looking at the barkeep, he sighed before cutting skin deep into his arm...it was enough, and that's all he needed. The sword itself however was unwavered by the attempts, merely just lying on the table with little feedback. "It should've worked. Pick it up. All should've gone well..."

He reached for the sword, his arm caked in dry blood from earlier, and his right hand still dripping freshly of the scarlet substance, albeit at a rate that arises no need for concern. He grasped at it's hilt, half jumping back, expecting to be sucked dry by the sword whose appetite cannot seem to be quenched. However after time has passed with no harm from contact, he grabbed the hilt fully, growing wide eyed, staring at the glowing runes, the first one in his family to finally be able to wield such a sword.

'....'
'!!!!'
'???'

Grasping the sword...after a few seconds it fit into his hand...a sword doesn't just "fit" into one's hand...correct?

'!!!'
'???'
So he wasn't just hearing things...things, many things that can't be understood! He quickly looked at the sword, wanting to drop the damn thing, it haunts him even now! "I CONQUERED IT YET IT STILL HAUNTS ME!" He yells! The hilt of the sword melting onto his hand...no...it was melting onto it. His hand wearing the colors of the hilt of the blade of white and purple, melted around his hand...it felt like it was still his hand, but yet not his. It's still there, it feels like it's there, but it's now encased within the remnants of the hilt. The whispers moved around him, behind, inter his ears, real...were they real? Rushes of air softly pattering into his ears, onto his neck, piercing his very soul. His breathing became more harsh, more rapid, his neck beginning to sweat as he looked around...[cont]

>>45895737
His hair being flung around back and forth, with the barkeep helplessly watching with a gaped mouth, before grabbing Agoth and restraining him, as the sword now bound to his hand began to cut into his torso. "SETTLE DOWN!" ..."Dammit all...W-what the hell is the thing....what the hell have I done? Dammit..." He quickly ran upstairs, and peaked outside, letting out a slight gasp, as outside, a place of near complete darkness now began to dawn in a new day. "Time passes too fast...dammit all...You have to leave before sunrise, I shouldn't keep you, especially with your situation." He rushed over to the storage unit and pulled out a small rucksack, and shoved the maps inside, along with loose rice plants. "I can't give you more, too short notice, the best I can do. Just leave! I'm sorry! That's all I can do! I want to avoid questions that the daylight brings." Agoth in between his fits of paranoia, slipped on the rucksack and hurried upstairs, hastily looking around him as the creeping morning dawn began to expose his path.

"I'm sorry..." The barkeep reiterated, hastily looking around as the sun began to ever so more reveal itself. "You have to leave now...head straight there, straight back, and watch for rats...and cleanse yourself of this curse...please."

>Go on and leave
>Ask him what's the hurry
>Ask for advice...?
>[Other]

Damn, this took too long, and I feel like I rushed this one...sorry lads.

>>45895875
>Ask for advice...? - What do I do at Breaker Point?

>>45898026
Seconding

Sorry for the wait, post incoming

>>45898026
"I-I don't know, my mentor only told me that Breaker Point is where you permanently break curses from items if all else fails. Be willing to try anything, and good luck to ya if you make it there. From here to there it's at least a couple day hike, assuming you take no breaks, so break sparingly, and ALWAYS light a fire once dusk hits. I haven't stepped foot out of this village, and I don't know anyone who has except my mentor, and he's not here anymore. Good luck." With that exchange of words, the barkeep hastily retreated to the abandoned house, waving a final farewell at Agoth, who's only glancing at his blade infused hand,

With a deep breath, and a deep sigh, he began to take his first steps into the unknown. Like the barkeep, he knew little outside of his village, and that of what exists. He knew little of how to swing a sword, little on how to defend himself. He looked as his backpack the barkeep provided, feeling that it is quite light on his back...maybe he expected him to not simply return? Maybe he's just bound to failure, after all he now is bound to a sword which he himself has no experience with, even the world which a few steps reek of musk, with the air thick to breath is a new experience. In front of him seemed to be nothing but endless plains, with an overcast promising mid day rain. He is now on his own.

>Do a few practice swings with the sword
>Check inside the backpack
>Keep moving
>[Other]

Should I start to end it here for now lads? I'm about to write a slight lore dump in a second on pastebin, then get the thread archived on suptg for later reference.

>>45906403
Forgot trip.

>>45906403
>Check inside the backpack

Need to know what we have on hand.

Yeah it wouldn't be a bad spot to stop, just get that lore dump up and then we can start off fresh when you can run next

>>45906403
>Check inside the backpack

>>45906403
>Do a few practice swings with the sword

Post incoming.

Agoth decided now that he is on his own he may as well get acquainted with whatever was in his backpack, if nothing else to ease his mind onto other things. Placing the pack in front of him onto the mid height grass, he sat down on the cold ground and began rummaging with his left hand, slightly frowning at the lack of useful supplies. He felt the rice, and he felt the map, but nothing else besides some dusty vials of liquid, and a hard stick of sorts. Dumping out the rest of the bag allowed Agoth to fully see his contents, the maps, the rice, vials of liquid, and a stick with a line, and flies hastily taped to the side. The bare essentials.

Taking it upon himself he glanced through the maps, some of them very dated and have little in the means of actual understandable text, it all just looks like squiggly garble. The map itself didn't seem to be following for scale, but rather a rough outline of what simply was around them as he can at least make out the village he was from, and directly north a jagged place of elevation. Must be Breaker Point. He also saw dots and rough circles along the path, as well as blue outlines that probably is supposed to be a river. The other maps seemed to be of other places too, other places that aren't represented on the map that depicts Breaker Point, which by it's more smooth and coarse texture was more recent compared to the other maps which are more flimsy. Placing the other maps in the pack, he shot up and slung it over his shoulder, opening the primary map with his left hand. With the sword literally in hand, and the unknown in front of him, he sets off to cure the curse that has plagued him and his family for generations.

That's about it, lads. Within an hour I'll do a slight pastebin that alludes to some things of circumstance given what you can see so far. I'll try to get the next thread running Thursday at around 9pm EST or later. After I paste the pastebin I'm going to let the thread archive.

http://pastebin.com/wHZwB1jY

And now for sage. Thanks guys.