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Taking a seat by Zahak, you shortly find yourself swaddled in one of his vast, leathery wings. It seems as though, as he's grown older, the heat he gives off is no longer quite so scalding. On the other hand, you may simply be getting used to it. {I was thinking I'd introduce you to Nature magic. You seem to have an innate talent for it, considering we've been using it since before you even hatched to communicate with one another. For now I'd like us to focus on the differences between the brooch I wear to communicate with my companions, and the natural connection that you and I seem to share as father and son.}

Confusion muddles the warm sense of affection radiating off of Zahak and he raises his head from the plush cushions scattered throughout your sisters foyer, twisting such that he can actually look at you. {You mean that not everyone communicates the same way we do?}

Tentatively you focus upon what memories you have relating to the brooches, and the various conversations you've had over them. You try to bring the ghost of these sensations to the forefront of your thoughts in the hopes that Zahak might glean something from them, though you can't speak to your success. {No, in fact most people cannot communicate without the use of speech, that is to say without vocalizing.}

Your son seems to ruminate upon this new revelation, his head settling heavily upon the pillows piled up beneath him. Before he can grow lost in thought you interrupt. {Why don't we begin meditating and I'll do my best to instill upon you my own understanding of the brooches? That should suffice for our current purposes, you should really only need a basic understanding for what I have in mind.}
(1/3)

Zahak accepts this without complaint, and slowly his frantic thoughts begin to still. You allow your own consciousness to slip away, the beating of your heart as well as the rhythmic pounding of Zahak's own drowning out the sounds of the estate. Through your mind's eye you become aware of the ebb and flow of ambient vys, noting the dense concentrations that marked the forms of your sister's household.

As the ebb and flow of ambient vys fades away, your breathing slows and your muscles relax. You sink deeper into your trance, the endless expanss of black suddenly illuminated by uncountable points of light. Zahak's soul blazes as a sun in miniature, an angry red in comparison to the gleaming gold of your own. You note, with some mild curiosity, that a ripple runs across the metallic surface of your divine core. A ripple which is mirrored on a larger scale on the surface of Zahak's soul.

Your trance grows deeper still, and gradually the pinpricks of light begin to wink out as they're replaced instead by the tightly woven strands which bind together and give shape to the mortal realm. Only when the world has been reduced to yourself and your son do you finally begin to focus on your task, examining the connection you share with Zahak.

It immediately becomes clear that something is amiss. Normally the threads of reality run more or less directly up and down, with deviation being introduced by the souls of mortals, and presumably by spirits. You've never seen these distorted threads touch one another, though you have seen them take on the shape of other distorted threads when using the brooches.
(2/3)

However, the threads distorted by your own soul and Zahak's have intertwined quite inseperably, at least upon first glance. As you study them in greater depth, you realize they could be fairly easily unraveled simply by 'tugging' on one end, though how on Earth you might go about this remains a mystery. You try channeling vys into the strands which have so closely interwoven themselves, but this serves only to tighten the bond, drawing the strands closer.

Though this does draw your attention to something curious, though the strands amy get very close to one another they never seem to actually touch, merely surround one another. You also note that only two strands are engaged with one another, one seemingly under the influence of your soul, and the other under the influence of Zahaks. You get the impression he's beginning to realize the same thing you are, and as you feel his thoughts intrude upon your own, the interwoven strands finally touch.

If, as you suspect, all dragons are capable of telepathic communication, and if all dragons communicate via the same methods, you find yourself wondering how they maintain any indivduality at all when surrounded by many of their kin. It would seem as though their mind, if the distorted strands do indeed compose the mind, would be pulled and picked apart until little remained that was unique to them.

You try something different, this time channeling Nature magic. Suddenly the strands feel as though an extension of yourself, as naturally linked to you as your limbs. This control over the strands seems mirrored by control over the surface of your soul, and as you slowly begin to unravel your mind from Zahak's, the ripple cutting across the soul's surface fades as well. By the time you've separated all but the most tenuous of connections, your soul once more resembles an undisturbed sphere.
(3/3)

Cutting the flow of vys causes the strands to immediately twist themselves together, perhaps more desperately than before. Fear floods your thoughts, and it occurs to you that Zahak was probably unaccustomed to the lack of another's thoughts muddling his own. You sooth him as best you're able, focussing on your affection for your draconic son, and his mind stills. The onset of calm is mirrored metaphysically by a lack of vibration in the threads which compose his mind, which earlier had been shaking so hard you thought they might snap.

Once more channeling vys, you instead cast out one of the other strands as an experiment. You feel it alight upon another individual's mind, and immediately a third figure appears out of the blackness. The quiver of the threads distorted around them gives away their anxiety, and you're able to discern a very real sense of fear from only the briefest of contacts with their surface thoughts.

Curious, you channel yet more vys and try to dig beyond mere surface thoughts, but instead you find yourself peering up at your sister. Words escape your mouth unbidden, spoken in a voice that is not your own. “-the greatest trial I faced was boredom, and of course the injury to my pride. If I had simply accepted father's advice instead of running off, none of this would have happened.”

Your sister pulls you into a tight hug, and though consciously you realize that you are perceiving the world through the senses of your niece, it feels so unbelievably real. You can't even begin to imagining maintaining this level of awareness from several different viewpoints at once.
(4/3)

Cutting the flow of vys returns you to the blackness of your trance, and you feel as though finally you have achieved some true understanding of Nature magic. It is the element most concerned with the mind, and you would be willing to guess that with the proper study, it might also be the element most concerned with the direct manipulation of reality.

You allow yourself to return to the waking world, slowly withdrawing from your trance even as you gather ambient vys to replenish your reserves. After a time, you manage to pry your eyes open and find yourself in a darkened room, the braziers having either burned out or been extinguished at some point during the course of your meditation. Zahak is either still deep within his trance or has fallen asleep, though you remain enfolded within one of his leathery wings.

>Extricate yourself from Zahak and see about getting some reading done, while you wait for others to wake up.
>You should take this opportunity to explore your sister's estate, you might as well while you have the opportunity.
>Your work here is done, and Faris has promised to see the most valuable hostages handed over to your father. Begin the return trip to Nazir.
>Perhaps a little walk around Marqash would do you good? Take in the early morning air.
>Write-in

>>45947792
>You should take this opportunity to explore your sister's estate, you might as well while you have the opportunity.

>>45947792
>Your work here is done, and Faris has promised to see the most valuable hostages handed over to your father. Begin the return trip to Nazir.
>Stop by the Shrine to pick up Spirit Ivory.

We got shit to do.

>>45947792
>Go to the markets to sell the ruby and teach Zahak about.

>>45947792
>You should take this opportunity to explore your sister's estate, you might as well while you have the opportunity.

>>45947912
*an commerce

>>45947792
>Extricate yourself from Zahak and see about getting some reading done, while you wait for others to wake up.

>>45947792
It's a good thing out max vys has miraculously gone back up to its normal levels without us having to fix it, otherwise we might need to meditate again, right?

But really
>Unclog our vys, then do some reading.

>>45947792
>Extricate yourself from Zahak and see about getting some reading done, while you wait for others to wake up.

What the fuck are you doing here

Should you be out getting wasted ya paddy cunt

>>45947979
The clog was rather specifically the result of you using both the armor (which you weren't ready for) and the meditation poultice (which just has bad side effects in general) together. Using either independently won't clog your vys.

Holy shit, is this the elusive Soma I see?

>>45948041

How come our max vys was out of [46] last thread though? >>45695725

>>45947988
>>45947950
>>45947979
>READ

>>45947921
>>45947814
>EXPLORE

>>45947831
>LEAVE

>>45947912
>SELL

>>45948168
The One of Many

>>45948204
Who knows~
But more seriously, there are several different ways to 'lose' vys, since vys is basically just trapped within you by the weight of your divine essence.

Now then, what will you read?
> The Shaping Arts (3/17 Chapters Read)
> On Empire: The Rise of Civilization (Unread)
> The Serpent and The Staff (Unread)
>A History of Pidjata (Unread)
>Devotional Booklet to Pani (Unread)
>The Fall: A Hiacian Perspective (Unread)
>Metamagic Instructions: Beam (Unread)
>Metamagic Instructions: Delay (Unread)
>Alchemical Uses of Pidjatan Plantlife (Unread) (Mortia)
>Cradle of Hiacia (Unread)

> Utility Effects (3/15 Chapters Read)
{Mark, (Animate), (Create), [Confuse], Sleep}

> Enhanced Interrogation (Unread)
{Pain, (Poison), Hallucinate}

> The Varistha's Notes (44/67 Pages Read)
> The Varistha's Memoirs (Unread)

>>45948282
>The Varistha's Notes

>>45948282
>The Shaping Arts (3/17 Chapters Read)

>>45948282
>The Varistha's Notes (44/67 Pages Read)
or
>Sleep

>>45948282
> The Shaping Arts (3/17 Chapters Read)
You know I'm curious about that memory eating technique it was talking about.

>>45948282

Are we still at [46] vys?

>>45948282
> Utility Effects (3/15 Chapters Read)
Mark

>>45948480
We could easily learn Mark using the mark rune.

>>45948282
>The Varistha's Notes (44/67 Pages Read)

>>45948282
>The Shaping Arts (3/17 Chapters Read)

>>45948282
>The Varistha's Notes

>>45948282
>Shaping Arts

>>45948282
>The Varistha's Notes

>>45948282
> The Shaping Arts (3/17 Chapters Read)

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>>45948282
>The Varistha's Notes


Also, send Meeseeks to give an abortion to our mistress in Anthus. Pretend that we don't know anything about it.

>>45948282
>The Varistha's Notes (44/67 Pages Read)

>>45948405
>>45948331
>>45948633
>>45948696
>Shaping Arts

>>45948348
>>45948292
>>45948618
>>45948762
>>45948761
>>45948750
>>45948745
>>45948644
>Notes

>>45948480
>Utility

>>45948425
Nah, you're at 67/67

There we go. Writin' for notes.

What is there left in Varvar's notes again? We already read all the magical stuff.

>>45948812
Stuff about our Warlock Armor? Metamagic bullshitery? could be lots of stuff.

>>45948829
We went through all the shit about that though.

>>45948783
Soma what about the other books you forgot we had?
I remember we had one more book that we were on The cusp if finishing/finding out why it was so expensive. I remember you saying you were excited for it.
It was e something.

>>45948829
As matter of fact it seems Varvar despite being a thousand years old had a very limited understanding of the supernatural.

>>45948829
Politics and manners I believe.
We went through most of the magic stuff, and the warlock armour wa

>>45948955
Excidium?

>>45948977
Was one of the first things we checked out.

>>45948955
Excidium, and y'all already finished it.

>>45948974
Most of the stuff he felt was worth publishing is in his memoirs.

>>45948977
Yup only the boring stuff remains.

>>45948992
Yup that's it.
That shit was stopped before we got to the good part.

>>45949005
So if we want the good stuff we have to look in his memoirs.

>>45949005
I remember now you were supposed to pastebin it, but never did.
I'm glad you dropped that dumb idea since obviously pastebins die with you.

>>45949042
Yup so go looking in a library.

>>45949045
You mean we actually did finish it?

>>45949070
Or we could read the copy we already have?

>>45949005
What was the ending agian I don't remember reading it

>>45949089
hell ours is the original not a copy.

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>>45949045
Well, the pastebin is here: http://pastebin.com/dg0bmD0Y
But I don't know if that's the actual 'ending'. It says finished in the inventory pastebin but that doesn't really seem like the end.

I don't know, I'll need to look into it later. Maybe I forgot to finish that pastebin and just thought it was done for some reason.

>>45949086
I remember soma promising to pastebin books, and implenting in a thread, but never posted the finished book, and wrote a half assed mediation before dropping the idea.

>>45949173
Yup that's the unfinished book we kept pestering you until anons slowly forgot, but I didn't nigga.
I remeber you hyping it up to.

>>45949173
>a cross between a boar, a man, and a bear.
SOMA YOU FUCKING KIKE

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>>45949239

>>45949259
So will you do some house keeping and see of any other pastebins are marked finish, but not really?

>>45949305
I really do need to clean up my pastebin. Anyway, other than these: http://pastebin.com/dh2TySCZ I think the Excidium is the only book that I've ever pastebin'd.

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>page 8

>>45950279
>bumping the thread

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>>45950279
It's literally been 2 hours since Soma has posted

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>>45950322
>having to bump it in the first place

>>45950351
It would have been better to stealthily let the thread die while Soma dilly-dallied

update never ever

Didn't expect a thread today desu

Soma confirmed he is on /pol/ watching the trump rally shitstorm/riot.

>>45950371
Is he giving the IRC channel another lesson is Latin?

>>45950507
>doesn't run for about two weeks
>comes back and drops one update, then leaves again

>>45950497
He hasn't done that

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>>45950279
you should have let it die

>>45950507
Nigga read the post above yours

Zahak has you firmly trapped against his flank, but you manage to slip free of his grasp by ducking under rather than climbing over. It requires some wriggling on your part, and you have to be careful not to damage the delicate membrane, but you emerge from underneath your adoptive son unscathed. He seems undisturbed by your absence, sleeping peacefully as you make your way over to the couch where earlier you'd sat with your sister and your niece.

You stretch out across the cushions, channeling just a touch of vys to light a brazier hanging some short distance away. It doesn't provide much light, but it should be enough to read by at least. Reaching into your cloak, you retrieve what few notes you have left from the Varistha. You're starting to wonder if these aren't simply the leavings he had scattered about after finishing his memoirs, so far you've found little of value while digging through them.

Regardless shuffle through the loose sheafs of parchment and paper until you find the portion you'd last left off on. Many of hte remaining pages were composed of what seemed to be a handful of journal entries, likely dating form the interim period between the collapse of Rhynia and the Fall of Hiacia, judging by the fact that he mentions fighting in the wars previously but doesn't make any mention of an aborted god rampaging across the Hiacian heartland.

Briefly reading through the last few pages to remind yourself of their contents, you find that Varistha Sehzade had only recently been transfered to a temple in Marqash, and that he was quite dissassitifed with the way the monks were treating him. He goes into some detail regarding how he wishes to sodomize them with their own disembodied limbs before moving on to more palatable topics.

(1/2)

It's only been, what, 2 weeks since last thread? What's another 2 hours?

He starts to discuss the library in Marqash, and its vast selection. Sehzade claims that he would lock himself inside for days to read, and he writes at some length about how the ideas he's been exposed to have influenced him. For instance, he puts forward the notion that perhaps the schools of elemental magic are simply arbitrary divisions, an idea apparently quite novel for the Varistha at the time. He likewise claims to have taken up the study of Enchanting, but claims to be having trouble with it.

Apparently, the Satrap's Library once contained an entire section dedicated to the process of enchanting, which the Varistha attempted to make full use of with little success. He claims to have tried to discern the rune for fire via meditation, but could not interpret what little information he was able to glean while deep within a trance. He correctly identifies the golden strings as that which binds reality together, but as they contorted themselves before him he was not able to grasp what separated fire from wax and air.

The Varistha claims to have given up on enchanting, and moved on to more 'practical' fields of study. You wonder if any of these books on Enchanting still lie forgotten within the Satrap's Palace, gathering dust in some forgotten bookshelf tucked away in a corner somewhere.

The next entry seems to be detailing the Varistha's struggle with an addiction to Spice. Apparently he had been cut off from his regular supply, for whatever reason, and was beginning to feel a powerful craving. More than that, he was beginning to see and hear things that he knew weren't real. He offers an example, stating that whilst he was walking back to the temple the ground beneath his feet seemed to drop away, and in an instant he found himself surrounded by the denizens of the void, whom he claims to have fought during a breach caused by a Rhynian enchanter.
(2/2)

They leaped at him, trying to tear away at his flesh, but the Varistha knew that they were not real. He could tell, thanks to his understanding of Nature magic, that they lacked a core and knew that no void creature could survive for long in the mortal realm without a core. Thus as they tore at him, he remained calm despite the pain and continued walking.

Sehzade seems more disturbed by the voices than he is by the visions. They would appear at first in the guise of his own idle thoughts, but always they would take a dark turn. Often they insinuated a woman the Varistha was seeing wasn't being faithful, and though there was an abundance of evidence to the contrary Sehzade still found himself increasingly detatched from her. He claims that the voices were trying to slowly wrest control of his mind from him, to turn him into their puppet, and several times mentions his willingness to kill himself if they were to grow too influential.

You find yourself worrying after Profectus, whom you have yet to hear back from despite the fact he seemed upon the cusp of waking when you left Nazir.

The next journal entry seems to have taken place quite some time later, as the writing has improved and no longer does Sehzade seem quite so obsessed with Spice. Instead, he's discussing a recent conspiracy he's become privy too regarding one of the gods who died during Pani's conflict with Surya, as he puts it. It sounds as though he's describing Prthvi, as he claims that the god was an ally of Pani who was struck down by his lover, a tale that Varistha claims he's able to sympathize with, though he doesn't elaborate on why that is.
(3/2)

>>45950562
>(2/2)
WHAT IS THIS

>>45950578
>(3/2)
WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SOMA

Sehzade's notes go into some detail regarding the plans of this conspiracy, they plan to ressurect the god in all his glory to reign at Pani's side, as he was clearly meant to. The Varistha even states his desire to join this cult, though you're nearly certain that the conspiracy he's discussing is the very same that ultimately caused the collapse of Hiacia with their aborted ritual. You wonder, could the Varistha's concern regarding the Entity you had trapped in your head have been of a more personal nature? Could he have experienced it himself?

Your thoughts are interrupted by a young boy, probably no more than sixteen, clearing his throat. He is Samjan, but wears the white robes of a slave. He seems reluctant to actually enter the room, his focus is largely upon Zahak even though it's you he's addressing. “Bread and mulled wine are availble if you'd like, Grandmaster Mikhael.”

>No need, you'll be heading to the palace. You want to try and gain access to the Satrap's Library.
>Breakfast sounds wonderful, though you'd perhaps like some coffee as well.
>Something for the road would suffice, you really ought to get going.
>Write-in

>>45950562
>Apparently, the Satrap's Library once contained an entire section dedicated to the process of enchanting
Guys this is very good news.

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>didn't even touch upon the brooches
Goddammit, Soma.

>>45950598
>>Something for the road would suffice, you really ought to get going.

>>45950598
>No need, you'll be heading to the palace. You want to try and gain access to the Satrap's Library.

>>45950598
>Breakfast sounds wonderful, though you'd perhaps like some coffee as well.
family time
specifically family we never see time

>>45950598
>Something for the road would suffice, you really ought to get going.

>>45950598
>Something for the road would suffice, you really ought to get going.

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>>45950598
>No need, you'll be heading to the palace. You want to try and gain access to the Satrap's Library.

>>45950598
>>No need, you'll be heading to the palace. You want to try and gain access to the Satrap's Library.
ENCHANTING

>>45950598
>>Something for the road would suffice, you really ought to get going.
maybe ask for a goat or two so Zahak and Ricky got something to snack on

>>45950598
>Breakfast sounds wonderful, though you'd perhaps like some coffee as well.

What time of day is it? Can we have breakfast and a trip to the library and still make it back with most of the day?
And if we can do that can we contact our companions for an update?

>>45950598
>>Something for the road would suffice, you really ought to get going.
Maybe grab Zahak some livestock on the way out.

>>45950598
>No need, you'll be heading to the palace. You want to try and gain access to the Satrap's Library.

>>45950713
>>45950700
>>45950696
>>45950668
>not wanting some enchanting books.

>>45950651
In the opening post? It's in there, just doesn't feature prominently. Zahak learned most of what he needed by rooting through Mik's thoughts.

>>45950739
nerd

>>45950598
>>No need, you'll be heading to the palace. You want to try and gain access to the Satrap's Library.

>>45950598
>No need, you'll be heading to the palace. You want to try and gain access to the Satrap's Library.

>>45950598
>>Breakfast sounds wonderful, though you'd perhaps like some coffee as well.
give the boy a gold coin and ask him to go buy a goat and bring it back here for zahak.

>>45950598
>Breakfast sounds wonderful, though you'd perhaps like some coffee as well.
Might as well say goodbye to our sis

So now we need to get back to make sure Prof doesn't kill himself from spice withdrawal, on top of needing a group therapy session.

>>45950598
>>Something for the road would suffice, you really ought to get going.

Goddammit we can get someone else to send us the library books.

>>45950719
Mik isn't wholly certain what time of day it is, there's no windows in his brother-in-law's estate. However, if the slaves are only just now beginning their day, then it's probably around dawn or just before. (So probably around 6 AM).

Mik could probably manage to eat breakfast and make a trip to the palace, and make it back to Nazir assuming he doesn't get side tracked, but he'd be returning to Nazir late in the evening and he might not make it back today.

>>45950598
>No need, you'll be heading to the palace. You want to try and gain access to the Satrap's Library.

>>45950598
>go to the library
>sell old books and buy new ones

>>45950598
>No need, you'll be heading to the palace. You want to try and gain access to the Satrap's Library.

>>45950598
>>No need, you'll be heading to the palace. You want to try and gain access to the Satrap's Library.

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>>45950834
>assuming he doesn't get side tracked

>>45950598
>No need, you'll be heading to the palace. You want to try and gain access to the Satrap's Library.

>>45950674
>>45950707
>>45950710
>>45950728
>>45950769
>>45950771
>>45950841
>>45950851
>>45950856
>>45950869
>ENCHANTMENT

>>45950830
>>45950723
>>45950713
>>45950700
>>45950696
>>45950668
>A snack for the road.

>>45950681
>>45950719
>>45950781
>>45950790
>Break your fast.

Looks like you'll pay a visit to your local library. Writin'

>>45950834
> assuming he doesn't get side tracked

Guys, we finally waifued Darzi. Could we get back to the group and maybe save our emotionally fragile friend who might be suicidal or possessed?

Starting to wish we never even got enchanting.

ENCHANTMENT?

ENCHANTMENT!

>>45950497
So what IS happening with the trump rally? Did anyone in the room of 6 million reporters post a video of the "attack"?

>>45950891
>Did anyone in the room of 6 million reporters post a video of the "attack"?
Nope. That's why it's so suspicious.

>>45950891
Those bruises on her arm didn't make themselves, know what I'm SAYIN?

>>45951002
I saw the pics of the bruises and thought, 'fucking really?'
What a fucking joke, blowing shit way out of proportion.

>>45951017
>>45950891
>>45951002
>>45950965
This just so happens a few days AF er the "secret" GOP meeting to get rid of trump.

>>45951047
I still can't believe they gather a bunch rich people on a remote island just to figure out a way to stump the Trump.

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You consider staying for breakfast, but reading the Varistha's notes has sparked your curiosity, and it's not like you'll have an opportunity like this again. You probably won't be visiting Marqash again for months, if not years. “I don't think that will be necessary, I'll be visiting the palace to take advantage of the library there and I'll eat while I'm out. If you would, look after Zahak for me while I'm gone. If he wakes up, tell him I'll be back shortly and that he shouldn't worry.”

As you're tucking the notes back into your cloak, the slave speaks. “Uh... Grandmaster, who is Zahak? It was my understanding that you arrived only with Mistress Safiyyah and Nithya.”

Turning towards the boy you smile politely. “How rude of me, I've neglected to introduce you.” With an elaborate gesture you indicat the slumbering dragon dominating one corner of the room. “Please, meet my son Zahak. I hatched him myself, and I've raised him as my own ever since. Do try to keep him entertained, he can grow rather destructive when he's bored.”

With that you turn sharply on your heels and march towards the door, leaving the slave to cower at the stairs. You were partially joking, but Zahak really does have a tendency to grow reckless and destructive when he lacks for entertainment. Hopefully he won't cause any signifcant damage to your brother-in-law's estate.

(1/3)

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You exit the fortress-like construction of the estate into the chill morning air. The sun has only just barely begun to crest the horizon and the sky is lit up in brilliant hues of blue and orange, the city itself remains almost pitch black. Only a few streetlights offer any source of light, and they're few and far between. The fact that a thick fog has settled over the canals does nothing to help matters.

Yet the city is already alive with activity. The sound of a hammer pounding against metal rings dimly through the city, and the canals are choked with those flat-bottomed rafts going about their business, carrying with them their wealthy passengers. You make your way towards the docks at the end of a short stone walkway, which you note has been repaired since yesterday when Zahak cracked it with his landing.

It takes no more than a brief conversation with a guard to summon a boat, and you climb in with perhaps undue caution. You've never been in a boat this small, it seems as though it ought to be unstable. Fortunately that doesn't prove to be the case, and you're able to propell it foward rather effortlessly, much to the confusion of the pilot.

You catch the scent of baking bread as you glide across the water, overriding the usual stench of the city. It's enough to remind you that the last time you ate was breakfast the day before, and suddenly you regret turning down the slave's offer. However, you console yourself with promises of a feast once you reach the Satrap's palace.

(2/3)

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The raft finally glides to a halt just beyond the palace docks, the tops of the various statues which compose the palace gardens just visible over the high walls surrounding the palace. Negotiating for a place to moor the craft actually takes longer than reaching the palace did, and eventually you grow tired of the constant jostling. Channeling vys, you stop simply create a space for your boat to moor. Sure it requires sinking someone else's boat, but they can probably just afford to buy another.

As you step onto the wooden docks, ordering the pilot to wait for you here, it occurs to you that you don't actually know where the library is within the palace. The Marble Palace is without a doubt very large, and if the library is as large as you've heard it will probably be housed within one of the buildings surrounding the palace, rather than within the palace itself.

>Just look for Vatis robes and follow the people wearing them. They ought to lead you to the library eventually.
>See if you can't requisition a slave to act as your guide. What are they there for if not to help tourist?
>How hard can it really be to find a library? Surely it will be labeled. Just wander the grounds for a while.
>Write-in
Be right back, gonna run out for some eats.

>>45951656
>Just look for Vatis robes and follow the people wearing them. They ought to lead you to the library eventually.
>See if you can't requisition a slave to act as your guide. What are they there for if not to help tourist?

>>45951629
>leaving the little slave kid to watch over a big destructive dragon
kek
mik is so cruel

>>45951656
>>How hard can it really be to find a library? Surely it will be labeled. Just wander the grounds for a while.

>>45951629
>>45951643
These pics are fucking beautiful.

>>45951656
>>How hard can it really be to find a library? Surely it will be labeled. Just wander the grounds for a while.

>>45951656
>See if you can't requisition a slave to act as your guide. What are they there for if not to help tourist?

>>45951656
>>Just look for Vatis robes and follow the people wearing them. They ought to lead you to the library eventually.

>>45951656
>See if you can't requisition a slave to act as your guide. What are they there for if not to help tourist?

>>45951656
> set yourself on fire and continuesly regenerate until someone important comes to see what is going on.

>>45951656
> set yourself on fire and continuesly regenerate until someone important comes to see what is going on.

>>45951714
Your mom is fucking beautiful.

>>45951656
>How hard can it really be to find a library? Surely it will be labeled. Just wander the grounds for a while.

>>45951643
>all that wasted water
i bet kadir did this

>>45951681
>>45951798
>Look for Vatis

>>45951695
>>45951746
>>45951951
>How hard could it be?

>>45951681
>>45951763
>>45951807
>Borrow a slave

>>45951923
>>45951807
>Act like some sort of Tibetan.

Hope i remembered my trip. Ill atart writtin when i get back.

>>45951714
your welcome

>not using nature

I have returned and am writing.
Mik will wander for a while, and if he can't find it ask a slave.

>>45952463
Hi

>>45953170
We've got another 60 minutes to go.

>>45953170
wut?

How hard could it really be to find the library? From what you've heard it's supposed to be massive, second only to the Grand Library of El-Amin, and the Grand Library dominated the skyline before the construction of the Shah's new fortress in the former East Slums. A quick scan of the palace grounds points you towards one building in particular that seems larger and more elaborate than the other outbuildings flanking the palace, and you set off through the water garden to reach it.

Unfortunately that proves to be a more difficult task than you initially thought. The gardens are set well below the actual palace grounds, so you have to scale a wide flight of stairs to reach what you thought would be the library's courtyard. Instead you find yourself in some manner of outer courtyard where a number of nobles, judging by their robes, are enjoying their mornings. Your access to the library is cut off by a high wall.

Stealing a plate from a passing servant, you continue on your way in search of some access to the building. The plate, you find, is arrayed with several pieces of pama bread stacked high with feta cheese and various types of preserves. You've always loved pama bread. It's a very thin unleavened bread which carries with it a hint of salt. What you've always loved about it though is the texture. There's just a slight chewiness to it that you've always enjoyed, and it holds together so well no matter what you stack on top of it.

The preserves seem to range from figs, to some manner of berry you can't immediately identify, to dates, and peaches. One in particular is slathered with lemon preserves, which you don't favor. They're much too tart in your mind, and the bitterness of the cheese does little to balance out the overbearing sourness of the lemon.
(1/2)

You've very nearly cleaned your plate by the time you've made a full circuit of what you believe to be the library, but as far as you can tell there's no actual entrance. You can hear voices from the other side of the wall so you know there must be some way to get in, but it has yet to reveal itself to you. Perhaps it can only be accessed via the palace proper?

You drag aside a slave as she dashes past, a pot of tea held in hand. She very nearly drops it, and would have spilled the hot tea all over her robes had you not had the forethought to suspend it in midair, slowly guiding it back into the pot. “Excuse me, I'm looking for the Satrap's Library. Do you think you might show me the way?”

Her response is to stare at you confused, and perhaps just slightly annoyed. “You'll either have to get a token from Satrap Farouk, or you'll have to scale the walls. Personally though, I've never seen anyone either enter or leave that forsaken place.”

You peer up at the walls, and the row of iron spikes which crown them. Honestly, you should be able to scale them fairly easily with a bit of Earth magic, you only worry they might be enchanted. Certainly, if you require a token of some sort just to access the library, there must be at least minor enchantments upon the walls.

>You have the Satrap's favor at the moment, surely he'd permit you access if you only ask.
>Attend court? That sounds like a great way to waste an hour of your valuable time. Up and over the walls.
>Ehh, you're not really that attached to the idea of exploring the library.
>Write-in

>>45953383
>Attend court? That sounds like a great way to waste an hour of your valuable time. Up and over the walls.
Ice grips.

>>45953383
>You have the Satrap's favor at the moment, surely he'd permit you access if you only ask.

>>45953383
>Attend court? That sounds like a great way to waste an hour of your valuable time. Up and over the walls.

>>45953383
>Attend court? That sounds like a great way to waste an hour of your valuable time. Up and over the walls.

>>45953383
>You have the Satrap's favor at the moment, surely he'd permit you access if you only ask.

>>45953383
>>You have the Satrap's favor at the moment, surely he'd permit you access if you only ask.
let's just ask

>>45953383
>>Attend court? That sounds like a great way to waste an hour of your valuable time. Up and over the walls.

>>45953383
>Attend court? That sounds like a great way to waste an hour of your valuable time. Up and over the walls.
Thanks for the tip nigga

>>45953383
>Ehh, you're not really that attached to the idea of exploring the library.

>>45953446
>>45953434
>>45953421
>>45953401
You guys do realize we're likely to fall right?

>>45953383
>>You have the Satrap's favor at the moment, surely he'd permit you access if you only ask.

>>45953468
Or we could be not stupid and simply make an ice spiral staircase.

>>45953461
>>45953446
>>45953434
>>45953421
>>45953401
>Scale the enchanted walls.

>>45953464
>Meh.

>>45953445
>>45953437
>>45953409
>>45953480
>Just ask.

>>45953383
Yea lets just go invisible and go over the wall, better to ask forgiveness than permission.

>>45953383
>>You have the Satrap's favor at the moment, surely he'd permit you access if you only ask.

>>45953539
Yes because the enchanted walls are going to allow us.

>>45953535
Create an ice staircase to the side of the wall. Walk all the way up, create a short bridge over the wall, then create a staircase all the way down.

No need to ever touch the wall

>>45953535
>>45953579
yeah this is pretty much the most obvious way.

>>45953579
You beat me to it, pity we both missed the cutoff.

>>45953593
Soma hasn't asked us how we want to scale the wall yet. Surely he didn't think we'd be so stupid as to touch the wall? Surely he wouldn't try to JEW us like that?

>>45953657
I'mma go with ice staircase. Seems the most Mik thing to do.

>>45953680
>not building a giant walking castle of ice to carry you over the wall

>>45953895
Lets not pull even more attention to ourselves.

>>45953904
>not making the guards question if they really want to go deal with the guy who shat out a castle with legs just to go over a wall

>>45953895
>>45953931
Why don't we ask Ricky to come out of the cloak completely and carry us over the wall?

>>45953943
POIFECT!

Briefly thanking the slave for her assistance, you approach the walls and try to get an idea of their height. If you had to guess, they're probably about five or six meters tall, certainly nothing unmanageable. Taking a few steps back you start channeling vys, pulling moisture from the air to assemble a rough staircase rising just above the height of the wall. With the air as saturated as it is with moisture, it's a relatively simple task that you complete quickly and efficiently, taking advantage of the structural integrity offered by an arch to ensure it doesn't crack under your weight.

However, you run into a bit of an issue. Try as you might, you can't manage to pull any moisture from the air on the other side of the wall. It's frustrating, because you know you're properly manipulating the vys but for whatever reason your efforts offer no results. It bodes ill for your chances of actually getting over the wall, but suppressing your growing hesitation you begin to climb the stairs.

You stand upon the precipice, looking down into the courtyard below. A number of vatis have gathered around a fountain in the center of the courtyard to enjoy their breakfast, chatting amicably. None seem to have noticed you, though there is a man standing by the doorway eyeing you suspiciously. It seems the library has few patrons at this hour, which bodes well for you. There will be no need to jostle with others over the selection.

(1/2)

Just as your foot crosses the threshold, passing into what constitutes the library's grounds, you see dozens of runic arrays flare to life along the inside of the wall. You only manage a glimpse of them before you're standing instead within the hollow of one of the stairwell's arches, staring into the opaque surface of an icy pillar. A brief inspection reveals that everything remains intact, whatever that enchantment did, it didn't seem to harm you. However, you doubt you'll be able to simply walk over the top of the wall.

>Well fine then, you'll meet with the Satrap.
>Maybe someone on the other side could get you in?
>Write-in

>>45954039
>Well fine then, you'll meet with the Satrap.

>>45954054
>>Well fine then, you'll meet with the Satrap.

>>45954054
>Well fine then, you'll meet with the Satrap.
Bah.

>>45954054
>Write-in
Enter a meditative state and fuss around with the walls enchantments.

>>45954095
While I'd normally support this it seems like something that would take a while.

>>45954054
>Maybe someone on the other side could get you in?

>>45954054
>rip apart the enchantments universe strings
No mister wall, we're coming in

>>45954054
>Well fine then, you'll meet with the Satrap.

>>45954066
>>45954088
>>45954093
>>45954141
>Talk to people or something, I guess.

>>45954124
>Help a brotha out?

>>45954125
>>45954095
>Now's the perfect time to experiment with disassembling enchantments.

>>45953963
>>Well fine then, you'll meet with the Satrap.

I knew we should have bought explosives on Namek

>>45954205
No.

>>45954054
Climb back up there and study that array that just flared at us. That was probably the Transport thingy we've got partially investigated from that teleportation circle

>it's a nothing actually happens episode

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>>45954510
Soma will run tomorrow. Then, we'll be able to finally start working with Spirit Ivory, create Suryan Firebrands and Inversion rings, and help Prof with his issues, and make headway into the Elaudian Jungle. Yes. Everything will be fine. Tomorrow.

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>>45954510
Welcome to Banished Quest.

Maybe someday we'll get to Elaudia

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You suppose you'll be forced to actually speak with the Satrap, much as you're loathe to subject yourself to the whims of court. You've never actually attended court as a participant, though you spent much of your first year as a full fledged Vatis in and around the palace, tending the gardens. Degrading as it may have been to work as a glorified groundskeeper, it did provide you plenty of opportunities to observe the daily life of a courtier, and you can say with confidence that you would rather gauge out your eyes than live such a vacuous existence.

Fortunately, getting from the library's walls to the courtyard where the Satrap held your audience the night before is a fairly simple task. You enter through a set of double doors into the grand chambers you passed through on your first visit to the palace, the ceiling's vaulted arches carved with elaborate geometric designs intended to draw the eye ever upwards, to the figures carved into the center of each recess in the ceiling. They seem to alternate between a bare chested Pani, her four arms spread wide in a welcoming embrace, and the typically enraged Surya, his great maw opened wide to consume the souls of mortals.

You end up briefly getting lost amidst the veritable forest of marble pillars before eventually stumbling upon the main thoroughfare through the center of the grand gallery, and this leads you directly to the audience chamber's grand golden doors. You find a crowd of nobles gathered just outside, and note an unusual preponderance of young men and women. Some are certainly no more than twelve years old, and you'd caution a guess that a rare few are even younger.
(1/3)

>>45954845
Can I just say that that picture is absolutely adorable.

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In fact, you don't see a single person older than eighteen or nineteen, save for the palace guards standing on either side of the golden gates. Perhaps there's some sort of ceremony taking place today? Something to do with marriages or betrothals, you'd guess. Regardless you shoulder your way through the crowd of youths, much to the annoyance of one boy in particular who dares to draw a dagger upon his better.

He opens his mouth to shout some inane blather, but you silence him with a wave. The dagger is likewise jerked free of his hand, drifting lazily into your own. It's a fine thing, with an ivory hilt and a gold inlay through the center of the blade, but not exactly practical. You barely have to exert yourself at all to bend the steel, twisting it into a loose knot and tossing it at the boy's feet before continuing on your way without a word.

You don't have to shoulder your way past anyone else after that. They recede before you as the tide before a wave. So too do the guards permit you entry without complaint, likely the work of your brother-in-law. Inside you find the Satrap and a woman you presume to be his wife, or perhaps his mother, in conversation. You catch the word 'ceremony' before they stop themselves short, attention turning to you as the great golden gates slowly swing closed.

You bow low, touching two fingers first to your forehead and then to your chest. “My apologies if I've disturbed you, Satrap Farouk. I've long been told that the Satrap's Library is second only to the Grand Library. I was hoping to investigate these claims for myself, but I was informed I'd first need to seek a token of your favor.”
(2/3)

>>45954877
>1/3
Oh boy oh boy oh boy

>>45954879
They're called Gargoyle Geckos. They're pretty great.

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Farouk and the woman share a glance, before the former steps forward to address you. “You're mistaken, Mikhael. My library does not merely rival the Grand Library in El-Amin. It is equal, if not superior, in every quantifiable way.” Except size, age, and collection quality. Of course you keep those thoughts to yourself. “Typically access is granted to any Vatis who earns their Master's robes, but so far as I'm aware you've yet to do so. Either here or in El-Amin.

>In Anthus, you've already been permitted to wear the purple robes of a Grandmaster. Is that not enough?
>Admit that your interest stems from a rumor that the Satrap's library houses a vast collection of books on Enchanting.
>Lie and tell him he's simply yet to receive word of your advancement, you just don't have your robes on you right now.
>Write-in

>>45954901
>Admit that your interest stems from a rumor that the Satrap's library houses a vast collection of books on Enchanting.

>>45954901
>>In Anthus, you've already been permitted to wear the purple robes of a Grandmaster. Is that not enough?

>Would I be able to raise a Dragon if I have not attained at least one mastery in an element?

>>45954901
>>In Anthus, you've already been permitted to wear the purple robes of a Grandmaster. Is that not enough?
>>Admit that your interest stems from a rumor that the Satrap's library houses a vast collection of books on Enchanting.
>write in
Mik has a dragon as a kid, if that does not show his mastery over something, what will?

>>45954901
>In Anthus, you've already been permitted to wear the purple robes of a Grandmaster. Is that not enough?

>>45954901
>In Anthus, you've already been permitted to wear the purple robes of a Grandmaster. Is that not enough?

>>45954901
>In Anthus, you've already been permitted to wear the purple robes of a Grandmaster. Is that not enough?
>if they're unsure demonstrate our mastery of water

>>45954901
>In Anthus, you've already been permitted to wear the purple robes of a Grandmaster. Is that not enough?
Do not tell them about the reason. No reason to give away our hand so easily. Remember what our sister said!

>>45954944
at some point I kinda want mik to just lose it and yell BITCH I MELT PEOPLE! and them melt most of his body away

>>45954901
>In Anthus, you've already been permitted to wear the purple robes of a Grandmaster. Is that not enough?
>A dragon would not respect me as a parent if I did not have least mastery in Fire.
>Use Nature magic and Water magic to disintegrate the skin from our face while keep our tongue to talk and nature to keep aware of the conversation.

>>45954901
>Did you know that a dragon's egg will not hatch under the care of anyone lower than a Master of fire?
>If you would like, I could hold a demonstration. Would you prefer to see Mastery over Water, Fire, or Metal?

>>45954960
I would be completely okay with this, if only he also uses his metal mastery to make it seem like he has metallic skin when he regrows it.

>>45954901
>u wan fite fagit?

>>45954901
>Tell him that if it costs an arm and a leg you can do that, then rot off an arm and a leg and regrow them.

>>45955021
I like it.

>>45954901
>melt off our face and clack our teeth at him before regrowing our face and demanding he lets us in as we are of superior magical ability, skeletonmancy

>>45954992
How about we resurrected an animal in front of him?

Guys, he isn't going to give a flying fuck about credentials from some dirty hoomie university. This isn't about our power or magical skill, it's about recognition from our society.

>>45954901
Say something about how our Siege Armor is certification from old Hiacia itself as anyone less than a master in several elements would come down with an acute case of deadness from putting it on.

Or try to leverage being the first unbanished while living man in the world. The fact that we're going to be taking the test around the same time as the ceremony should work in our favor here.

>>45955001
sounds good

>>45954901
backing >>45955021

>>45954901
Well the first answer doesn't work because Samja superiority complexes.
>>Admit that your interest stems from a rumor that the Satrap's library houses a vast collection of books on Enchanting.
>Write-in
If that doesn't work just say we'll earn masters' robes here. Because why not be a Vatis accredited in every major city we've visited?

>>45955058
The armor idea works too

>>45954901
Rip off our robs and begin demand a match in the ring, mikamania is gonna run wild on you brother

>>45954956
>>45954944
>>45954937
>>45954936
>>45954933
>>45954924
>Bitch nigga I'm already a Grandmaster.

>>45954933
>>45954920
>>45955072
>You just want to read some books on enchanting, bruh.

>>45955021
>>45954992
>>45955048
>>45954986
>>45954944
>>45955068
>>45955113
>Demonstration

>>45954992
>>45954986
>>45954933
>>45954924
>My kid is a fuckin' dragon man.

Writin' for
>Certified in Anthus
and
>Demonstration

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>>45955122
Snip snip mother fuckers!

>>45955122
Missed >>45955058 but whatever.

>>45954901
>“Typically access is granted to any Vatis who earns their Master's robes, but so far as I'm aware you've yet to do so. Either here or in El-Amin.
I'm not exactly a typical vatis, now am I, honorable Satrap.

>>45954901
> Until it's a more politically appropriate time, the Shah has requested us to keep a low profile about our recent unbanishment, so there has been some delay in gaining our robes but I assure you that I am more than competent and capable of proving it.

> Yes, this is me being quiet. Do you really want to know what happens when I go loud?

>>45955132
What on earth is this thing?

>>45955236
It appears to be some kind of infinite pancake machine.

>>45955294
So it's magic!

>>45955323
THIS IS WHAT WE COULD BE MAKING WITH ENCHANTING!

I can't wait to use the Metal Codex to convince the followers of Dhatu we're Jesus.

>>45955349
FUND IT!

>>45955349
There's something immensely amusing with making completely ridiculous or pointless things with enchanting.

>>45955349
>infinite pancakes

THE WORLD IS NOT READY

>>45955382
READY OR NOT IM MAKING IT!

>>45955399
Vatis: No sense of right or wrong.

Create + Refined + Wine anybody?

>>45955442
that's vinegar bro

>>45955367
>Oh most glorious Pani, Queen of the Gods, I bring grave news. A mortal has rediscovered the secret of enchantment, and even now the mortal world is in turmoil by his acts.
>What has he done, to spread discord so swiftly? Has he made himself a warlord, wielder of terrible weapons? Has he twisted the threads of reality until they snapped and spit ruin across the land? Has he enslaved the spirits of creation to his will and turned them against my established order?
>No, oh my Empress. He has crafted a wheel which presses hotcakes, and they are selling like hot... cakes.

>>45955442
>>45955349
GUYS

WE CAN BECOME NESTLE
MASS MANUFACTURE ALL THE BAKED GOODS AND SELL IT TO THE MASSES
SOURCE OUR PRODUCTS FROM FARMS WITH ELF LABOR
MAKE BIG BANG BUCKS

GET SK ON IT

I still like the gold-shitting cock rat idea.

>>45955494
enchant a dildo with animate+water to really scare some noble woman ;p

>>45955511
lol

>>45955511
Enchant a dildo with destroy+water, have fun using it

>>45955511
Or craft a dildo and do [Activate] [Small] [Vibration]
sell until richest man to ever exist.

>>45955511
With that viscous vys stuff we made a while ago we could probably animate a goo sex monster. Only simple commands, but honestly goo sex monsters probably don't need golem tier AI.

Hey Somaa~

>>45955534
You monster.

Mik is hung as fuck isnt he? Lets make a mould

>>45955534
I have an idea even more evil.
Tattoo Destroy+Water onto someones dick.

>>45955598
Lets go find our brother

>>45955598
Repel+Blood.

>>45955536
Destroy+Small+Life on a cockring. Bam, all the benefits of a condom with the sensation of bareback.

>>45955598
>>45955552

make someone's dick a golem instead

>>45955594
Rhynians could into picture taking couldn't they? We could start making porn

>>45955627
What makes you think that wouldn't, at best, rot your cock off?

>>45955598
>>45955615
These would likely affect the entire body.

>>45955630
I wonder how much we could make if we could record our Fire illusions.

>>45955630
>hey darzi babe I need to fuck this bitch to make money you cool with that
>thanks babe you're so understanding
>here take the camera its hard to do both myself
We already cucked one waifu, lets do this one too

>>45955655
>implying we wouldn't just fuck Darzi on camera

Come on, it's gonna be hard to find and convince someone hotter than her in the first place.

>>45955643
Your cock isn't independently alive. It's part of a Life, not Small+Life.
It would kill sperm, eggs, and microbes.

>>45955643
hmm... [Destroy]+[Surface+Water]? it should keep the surface dry.
>>45955676
I still wouldn't put it on my dick.

>>45955655
Darzi is a traditional SamJan woman. She's cool with polygamy.

>>45955674
>not making degenerate as fuck SAMJANED porn and distributing it in elven/human cities
Come on anon, its like you dont even jew

>>45955705
It's not degenerate if it's slimjims

>>45955691
Fine.
(Delay)+Destroy+Other+Small+Life

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Should we solidify our war game business before expanding our investments into other large markets?
Since, once established, our initial success will flood into the other startups. Then we can suggest to whichever family members find those areas best suited for them to aid in managing and expanding them as part of the family businesses.
At the end of the century we'll be richer in liquid assets than the Shah.

>>45955705
Poor little elf with seven 8' tall massive Samjan grinning down at him/her depending which route you want to take it.

>>45955723
The Shah will do something before our family grows too much.

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>>45955742
>degeneracy

>>45955745
Yup. He will.

And he will experience consequences for his decisions.

>>45955762
>not destroying human/elf birth rates by getting them addicted to cuck porn
You gotta get a little dirt on your dick if you're gonna win

>>45955723
>>45955745

You know, that got me thinking. At what point would we have the capacity to overpower the shah? Right now, we'd probably get rekt. However, if Skull Kid has been cooking up some fun techno-magical WMDs back at home, we might be able to take on an army. Also, mahaou might be able to provide some assistance.


I am in no way, shape, or form advocating fighting the Shahdom.

Make El-Amin great again

I hope our baby is born deformed so we abandon him in the desert.

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>>45955774
>unironically promoting double degeneracy

>>45955793

Nah, that's how you get vengeful orphans who grow up to be overpowered adventurers hellbent on revenge. Stop the problem before it starts, see >>45948761

>>45955800
fukkin rude 'n' lewd, mang

>>45955793
> Not using it for experiments under the guise of helping.

>>45955800
>its degenerate to utterly destroy your enemy
I forgot I was among goys

>>45955789
desu we'd probably just assassinate him and replace him with someone who likes us.

Then rinse and repeat until they realize they can't keep us down.

>>45955816
I mean, to the extent that we can learn nature magic can't we just change a baby's perception just slightly (since it doesn't seem like something that would be that set in stone) and then fleshmould our child into perfection?

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>>45955816
>we unintentionally found the study of stem cells by rotting a baby's face off to see if it grows back

>>45955841
That's not how anything works.

>>45955816
We've got to start figuring out AIs somewhere.
Deconstructing a child's soul seems like a decent enough place to begin.

>>45955789
>At what point would we have the capacity to overpower the shah
We could slowly build up an army of golems and keep them in our cloak.

>>45955872
or we could just have Fulvia kill an animal in front of us while we're deep in meditation to figure out how the soul leaves the body and maybe even grab it before it flees and pick it apart.

>>45955883
I remember that suggestion. I really like the idea of having a mobile support army. With the addition of our companions we'd be pretty tough to deal with.

We'd definitely need help with enchanting any good number of them though.

>>45955899
The poor quarter exists for a reason.

>>45955899
We've already had better shit than that.

We should try to enchant something with the entire soul of a recently deceased person. Then do the same with an animal and see if there's a difference

One hour

Anyone else sad we didn't choose Elaudia in the beginning?

I love the whole surviving in crazy environments and man vs nature shit.

>>45956004
Yeah the Elaudia plot sounded far more interesting. Still, I've enjoyed what we got well enough.

>>45956004
I'm actually sad that we didn't choose the political one, that sounds like it would have been intense

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An exciting new magical possibility has been revealed!

Chryssa's recent purchase was an artifact that allows her to temporarily trap the souls of the recently deceased. The stated purpose of this was for posthumous interrogation. However, it may be possible to achieve more with this artifact. In the past, we have taken the soul of a recently deceased soldier and re-inserted it into a body. This was possible due to a large void rift delaying the passage of souls into the next world. Chryssa's soul-trapping mask may be able to replicate this effect, allowing us to pursue further research into unbound soul manipulation, resurrection, and soul transference.

>>45956068
trap chryssa's soul and make her watch us fuck darzi

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You fold your hands within the sleeves of your black robes, the silver sash serving as a sharp contrast to the rest of your largely stygian outfit. “With all due respect, honorable Satrap, I'm already a Grandmaster, and a Master several times over. I earned my purple robes at the Academy of Anthus, and were it not for the politically sensitive matter of my impending unbanishment, I would have earned them in El-Amin as well.”

The Satrap smiles apologetically. “I have no doubts as to your skill, I imagine one cannot keep a dragon in line without commanding its respect. However, Anthus is at heart a human city, and I have little faith in the ability of its institutions to discern true talent from merely luck or guile. If I were going to stand on ceremony, I would be forced to deny you access.”

You make note of her phrasing. “If you were going to stand on ceremony, Satrap. Perhaps I might offer a demonstration of my talents? Surely then you will understand that I am more than worthy to access the library.”

Farouk raises an eyebrow, his curiosity evidently peaked. “What did you have in mind, Mikhael?”

You channel vys, and suddenly you can no longer feel your face. The skin grows waxy and cold, deadened to the outside world, and all at once your flesh simply sloughs off, falling to the floor with a wet thud. You regrow the muscle first, solely so you could click the teeth in your skinless face before allowing the rest of your flesh to fill back in. The Satrap's wife looks absolutely horrified, and event he Satrap himself seems a little uncomfortable.
(1/2_

>>45956098
Kill Darzi, Chryssa, Mortia and Fulvia then combine their souls and stick it back into Fulvia's old body for the ultimate waifu.

It only takes a few seconds for your face to finish regrowing, the remnants of your old face sitting as a semi-gelatinous blob upon the floor of the courtyard. “Was that sufficient? I might also remove a hand, or even a whole arm if you'd like. Losing a limb means little to me.”

Farouk shakes his head, reaching into his pocket and retrieving a large coin. “I think that will quite suffice, Mikhael. Assuming of course you'll be so kind as to remove the chunk of your rotting flesh from my floor.”

With a wave of your hand, flame erupts upon the surface of your former skin, and it's burned to ash in short order. Even this ash is eroded away to nothing with a little bit of Earth magic, though you note that now the courtyard smells like burnt flesh. Well, nobody's perfect.

The Satrap flips the coin towards you, and the very moment your hand closes around the metal disk you find yourself standing at the end of the library courtyard, an elaborate runic away glowing dimly beneath your feet. There are six or seven different pairs of eyes on your right now, but you're too busy inspecting the coin to concern yourself with them. The center is gold, but the outer band is silver, and the enraged face of a three-eyed Surya is carved at the bottom edge of the golden coin, the same depiction on each side and always three rubies embedded in the metal to serve as the carving's eyes.
(2/3)

It's a curious little thing, which make sure to tuck safely beyond the event horizon of your cloak. Turning your attention fully to the library you wonder if you ought to make your introductions to the gathered Vatis, each in the red-trimmed golden robes of a Master.

>You might as well mingle, they're probably more familiar with the library than you are. Maybe they can point you in the right direction.
>Who needs help? Certainly not you. Head inside and start looking through the shelves for anything that stands out as related to enchanting.
>You doubt any books on enchanting will have survived in plain sight, otherwise surely someone else would have discovered them. Perhaps inquire as to whether there are any disused or closed off sections of the library.
>Write-in

>>45956132
>Who needs help? Certainly not you. Head inside and start looking through the shelves for anything that stands out as related to enchanting.

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>>45956068

So basically, we're gonna invent necromancy?

Lichdom when?

Also >>45956132
>You doubt any books on enchanting will have survived in plain sight, otherwise surely someone else would have discovered them. Perhaps inquire as to whether there are any disused or closed off sections of the library.

>>45956132
>You doubt any books on enchanting will have survived in plain sight, otherwise surely someone else would have discovered them. Perhaps inquire as to whether there are any disused or closed off sections of the library.
ANCIENT BOOKS HO!

>>45956132
>You doubt any books on enchanting will have survived in plain sight, otherwise surely someone else would have discovered them. Perhaps inquire as to whether there are any disused or closed off sections of the library.

>>45956132
>You might as well mingle, they're probably more familiar with the library than you are. Maybe they can point you in the right direction.

>>45956132
>You doubt any books on enchanting will have survived in plain sight, otherwise surely someone else would have discovered them. Perhaps inquire as to whether there are any disused or closed off sections of the library.

>>45956132
>You doubt any books on enchanting will have survived in plain sight, otherwise surely someone else would have discovered them. Perhaps inquire as to whether there are any disused or closed off sections of the library.

>>45956132
>>You doubt any books on enchanting will have survived in plain sight, otherwise surely someone else would have discovered them. Perhaps inquire as to whether there are any disused or closed off sections of the library.

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>>45956169
>>45956160
>>45956245
>>45956154
>>45956148
>>45956146
>Show me to the spoopy part of the library.

>>45956159
>Turn up the charms.

>>45956143
>Fuck help.

>>45956253
How long before your next post will you crash?

>>45956253
Triple thread senpai.
If I can do it I know you can too!

>>45956253
Who is the THICKEST character in BQ, Soma?

>>45956365
our son's mother

>>45956373
ayy

>>45956365
Mortia.

You could bounce a coin off dat ass.

>Long, most likely greasy black hair
>Solid black robes
>Tall, lanky, probably kinda gaunt
>Wears a cloak
Mik is the stereotype of an evil wizard.

>>45956479
>a cloak with an eldritch horror lurking within

>>45956479
not to mention of cloak is the spoopiest thing in the fucking dimension.

>>45956447
>bounce our telecoin off her ass
>ass transports to this library
>vatis heads explode upon witnesses said ass
>swipe all the books into our cloak
Another successful day for Mikael Abdul-Hakim.

>>45956479
We need a cool hat.

>>45956529
I'm having a hard time imagining a proper hat for Mik. I don't think a turban suits him very well, and I can't really imagine much else at the moment.

>>45956529
I want one of those floppy wizard hats.

>>45956548
wear a spirit

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>>45956548
>>45956552
Should go with this one. And then enchant the inside of the brim to be a portal to the void.

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>>45956068
Neat. Could be good, if Soma allows it

>>45956589
Nah man, we wear the nature crown
We regal as fuck

>>45956616
But it has elvish influences.

If we're to have a crown let's mirror it on what our Hiacian ancestors wore. And of course enchant it.

>>45956592
hey its ricky

>>45956632
But soma will never let us enchant at artifact levels

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Shit, forgot to post my reference for the coin.

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>>45956589
it must be a massive wide brimmed hat with a very stiff body untill it peters into a kimp point

>>45956694
Thank you for rectifying this.
I can no properly envision bouncing this off Mortia's ass.