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Tw: @StarbornQ
Cs: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1csg7vC-Yz10aAqk9ZwdCNv24obLGTtM5p6bKkPq1Pgc/edit#heading=h.74gk3dg6mvjp

Welcome to Starborn Quest. You are Purps.

Apparently you're a rarity in this world; a Starborn able to fight but unaligned in the ongoing struggle between The Republic and The Rebels. Which, while it's nice to be special is a bit of a drag considering you don't know your name, home, date of birth or have any memories at all besides one about climbing a tree.

You've also realzied you're emotionally crippled. Having only a few emotions available to you is a bit taxing. Despite your weirdness you've agreed to be a bodyguard for some old man who was getting attacked by Rebels in exchange for food and cigarettes.

You've had a hard couple of days, killing a midget, arriving in town, having a dance off, finding out your boss is in jail and going undercover to free him.

Now you're just shopping before picking him up from the cells like some overripe fruit.

You agree to his conditions and hold the gun in your left hand. It's something you don't think you'll ever get used to - a gun. Hand weapons at least feel wighted and balanced. This is just a lump of metal that goes bang to you. But even you couldn't miss at this distance.

So you place your right hand on his forehead.

"Just the pointer finger ma'am. Still need T' see what I'm doing." Guildmaster Firefoot says.

A serving boy with the same orange fox ears as his father runs up with two boxes, one sounds as if it's crammed full of tools while the other is open lidded. In it is housed rough stones and lengths of gold and silver that would make any thief salivate.

You know somehow though that fucking with guilds isn't clever. You're unsure whether it's a forgotten memory, or the sense of countless watchful gazes on your back unseen.

The old man ruffles the fox kid's hair to the grumbling of the youth before he exhales - the world seeming to shrink around you and temperature falls several degrees.

Interesting.

"All right the link is fine. You seem like you've got some kind of corse on ya, maybe you're not good with memeories." You nod but he's mostly talking to himself. "Might pick up stuff you can't remember. Might not. Just a heads up Miss..." Now he is waiting for your reply.

"Purps. It's the only name I got, but people are calling me Firefly." You say.

He smiles at this. "Haha, my middle son would hate me for this. But thanks for teaching him he ain't all that. Purps." He chuckles and cracks his knuckles. "Ready?"

You nod.

The world gets colder.

> Red

> Grass

> Sky

> Write-In (Any random word)
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>>527483
>> Stars
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>>518976
>Corse on Purps
A curse,eh?

Wouldn't we do the magicky thing with the "prodigy"? Oh well.

>Write-in (Dream "Tree")
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>>527483
Stars
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>>527508
Ok, change mine to this.
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>>527508
>this
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>>527506
"Not, it's a tree. It's got branches coming off it."
https://youtu.be/P2csnVNai-o?t=353
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>>527514
>>527512
>>527508

We going tree? Alrighty.
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>>527516
Oh GODS, I didn't even realize and I love that whole thing,
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>>527512
>>527508

The old man goes into his tool box and the other into his metal. He takes lines of silver that glitter like stars. Shaping them individually, precisely applying indents and slicing off long slender fragments of the metal. He is in a world of his own as you try not to fidget with the gun in your left hand or move your index finger off the wrinkled forehead.

You notice that he has switched tools and is currently... drawing? on the metal, ridges and furrows falling and rising in whatever design the man is crafting.

> Fog

> Blood

> Castle

> Write-In
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>>527536
>> Castle
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>>527536
Lake
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>>527536
>> Blood
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>Write-in (Pond)
Could count as lake

Remember Gun safety. At this point, the gun at head is extraneous, considering Purps' reflexes.
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Calling for lake soonish.
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>>527600
>>527674


Writing.
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>>527674

He gets out stones. A ruby and a sapphire, he begins to what you can only describe as dig. He digs out the Ruby, enough that the uncut sapphire nestle in place. He then began to wear down the sapphire, until it presented a nice flat face. As blue as the ocean, or a freshwater lake. He began to engrave the sapphire in Ruby with a looping nest of designs that you've noticed are common in the iconography of Grinnsmon.

He then layers the designed silver on top of the sapphire, the metal sinking into the blue as if the beautiful stone weren't solid. A striking image of silver on blue with a beautiful outline of Red to set the whole piece off beautifully.

It looks like it's going to be a;

> Ring

> Brooch

> Locket/Necklace piece

> Write-In
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>>527775
>Write-in (Choker)
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>>527779

I really like this write-in.
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>>527790
And I already like the Jojo's series.
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>>527794

It's just guildmaster. Since "old fox guy" was just not a thing on google search, I went for closest anime character I could envision.
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Going to bed now. Will resume around 10ish GMT Friday night.
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>>527775
mmmkay, I'll support choker >>527779
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>>527798
And you went for the stupid sexy 69-years old guy.
>>527822
G'night, QM. Don't forget to make the Elder sign!
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>>527775
>Write-in (Choker)
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Choker is fine
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>>527950
>>527824
>>527779

He takes brass and sets the padant... emblem... thing and sets it into place. The colours standing out against the metal magnificently. He pants a little as heat returns to the world and you find Hona peeking over your shoulder. Smug Fuck is also on the table right in front you... but that would be impossible, nobody was looking over your shoulder a moment ago and the only thing on the table was the Guildmaster's hands and his toolboxes.

Now Smug Fuck is there and walking circles around your new choker. Hoo-ing like he owns the place. But that's impossible how did -

You notice the old man's hands shaking as he shoos Smug Fuck who retreats to perch on Hona's shoulder. He is really tired. He calls another guild member over to examine his work. "Standard practice." He wheezes, "Someone else sets the price. " The little fox boy hand's him some water for him to drink.

"Are you alright Master Firefoot?" You ask, conciously molding a frown onto your face.

"Aye, just getting on is all. It gets harder. But I think I#d have struggled with you even back in the day. Second hardest crafting I ever did."

> [PRIDE] I'll take that a s a compliment

> [GRATEFUL] You didn't need to push yourself, but it is beautiful.

> Write-In
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>>529164
>> [GRATEFUL] You didn't need to push yourself, but it is beautiful.
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>>529164
>> [GRATEFUL] You didn't need to push yourself, but it is beautiful.
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Going to wait for a little bit longer.
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>>529164
>> [PRIDE] I'll take that a s a compliment
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>>529200

"You didn't need to push yourself. But it beautiful." You say. "Are you sure you don't need help?"

"Aye I'll be fine. Probably best none of the young 'uns took you on. They'd probably fuck up." He lights up a pipe, casting his eyes over you. "Bit of rest and I'll be right as rain."

You feel like he's studying you and you resist the urge to fidget.

"So you're the lady who's pissed of Tornin so much." He takes a deep draw of the pipe. "I'm glad y'did. Was getting too proud for his own good. He scratches his ears very dog like, causing Hona to resist the urge to squee. "So what did you think of me boy?"

> I think he needs to find himself.

> He's arrogant, but talented

> He's conflicted

> Write-In
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>>529348
>> He's conflicted
ask him if we can pat his head/ scratche his ears?
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>>529348
>he's conflicted, like most people that age.
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>>529348
>> He's arrogant, but talented
I'd like to practice with him
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>>529450
>>529361

You think on it for a second, "He's really conflicted. He has this talent, dancing and he's climbed as high as he can in Grinnsmon. But his duty is a hunter, a vital role for the village; but one he sees no art or beauty in. So he is forced to be a hydra among catfish." You pause, " Most people his age have that conflict in them, between dreams and duty. But his ambition is back by ability and adoration which makes it worse. When I danced against him it showed him he could still improve, so now he hungers to travel even more." You stop, realizing you just pretty much told a man about every worry his son has.

"You're so astute Purps!" Hona chirps rubbing your hair in a manner you think she would rather do to the foxes. "Maybe Tornin will ask to travel with you!"

"I doubt that. He wants nothing but revenge on me, which is strange considering I have no ill will to him at all."

The Guildmaster is thoughtful while he holds your bracer in the hand not holding his pipe. meanwhile Hona continues to push.

"It didn't feel a little good putting him in place during the festival of fire?" Hona teases.
[PRIDE]
You scratch behind your ear, "Of course it did! It felt like winning a fight just without the finality, plus putting him in his place taught him his so called friends weren't loyal."

"Sounds like you've done a lot for my boy. Give me 100 and we'll call it quits." the Guildmaster says.

> Sure

> [PRIDE] I won't take hand outs. I will pay full price!

> Write-In
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>>529504
>sure
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>>529504
>> [PRIDE] I won't take hand outs. I will pay full price!
money is money always get more
are you saying im too poor to buy it in full?
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Either fight out the tiebreak or we're waiting on lurkers.
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>>529504
>> [PRIDE] I won't take hand outs. I will pay full price!
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>>529504
>> [PRIDE] I won't take hand outs. I will pay full price!
Maybe I could challenge him to hunting
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>>529598
>>529536

"I'm not taking any handouts. I'll pay the full price for it." You snap. Surprising yourself that you have the capacity to snap at someone.

He laughs, a sort of raspy chuckle that sends small smoke rings into the air. "Well lady, there's a fine line between pride and stupidity. That'll be 1500GP." he holds out his hand for the gold.

You did say you'd pay full price and it's with no amount of pomp and audacity you hand him his money. (-1500GP New budget: 475GP) "A pleasure doing business with you." You say as you hand him back the pistol.

"I'd say a pleasure, but the aches won't let me lie. But it were interesting." He inclines his head as Hona falls into step next to you. Watching as you attach the magnificent choker to your neck.

"It's so pretty! But call me crazy, but I like saying yes when someone offers me a favour! 1400 extra gold could be jangling in your pocket right now!"

"I don't need or want handouts Hona. Plus it feels weird being rewarded for doing stuff I did expecting nothing from it." You mutter.

"See Purps! You are a good person! Not some scary psycho killer!" She skips ahead of you and walks backwards so she can look at the choker. "So a silver tree on a sapphire surrounded by ruby... any idea what it means?!" She asks as she guides you through a throng to the South gate.

> No idea.

> I think the tree is from a dream

> Aren't sapphires supposed to represent the sea?

> I think the whole "represents your soul" thing is a hoax

> Write-In
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>>529691
Don't know buy I like it
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>>529691
>> I think the tree is from a dream
>> Aren't sapphires supposed to represent the sea?
I do hope that the symbols have similar things attributed to them, Docs reaction would be priceless.
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>>529720
*Similar to the things they are referencing at least
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Might have to call it here. I'm awake for work soon. Will stay for 30 more minutes and if we get concensus I'll do one more post.
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>>529691
> no idea
Maybe the old man knows us better than we know ourself. Or it's just too abstract
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Ok bed time. Expect continuation of this in like 18 hours. Love you guys, let's get this vote sorted before I get back.
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>>529691
>> I think the tree is from a dream
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>>530690
>>529776
>>529721
>>529720

How the fuck do we still have a tie.

2 for I dunno

2 for from a dream.

Fight it out. I'm calling it in 15 minutes regardless.
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I'll change>>529706
To dream
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>>531386

Thanks. I'll write in a second.
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>>531372
>It from a dream, fuckin trippy shit.
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>>530690
>>529720
>>531394

"I had a dream last night... I think there was a tree in that. It seemd kind of important." You scratch your head and struggle to remember more; but there's a kind of fog. "Plus when I woke up not knowing anything I was under a tree napping." You adjust the choker at your neck in what you hope will not become a habit.

"Hm. Trees are nature and they grow! So um. Maybe it's about you growing as a person!?" She muses aloud.

Shit that's actually pretty good.

You progress to the South gate to collect the cell keys from the sherriff noticing instead that the busy entrance and exit traffic has been stopped. The gates have been closed and a ring of bodies has formed.

You anf Hona give each other a serious pointed look before shouldering your way through the press. Smug Fuck making lots of loud noises from her new perche in your hair to try and scare people away.

When you get to the front you're greeted by the sight of a large man in guard uniform, a halberd held upwards in one hand. He is pointing at a man opposite him...

The man seems to be chained to five others... mutilated forms. The two to his right and left are armoured in black tinted steel, but the other three haphazardly arrayed in front of him are just mounds of bleeding, broken and swollen flesh. The chains seem to come from inside them and attach to him right on his chest.

He looks positively bored while the sheriff looks absolutely furious.

"Worship of Darna is illegal within the confines of the republic! Surrender yourself to our custody and release your thralls!" He shouts while the man opposite rolls his eyes.

He is clad in black and gold robes and carries no weaponry. His hands are in the pockest of his robes and he hasn't replied to the sheriff.

"As sherriff of Grinnsmon, if you do not comply I will be forced to take you into custody by force! Surrender and realease your thralls!" He screams.

You and Hona step forward and the intruder sniffs the air. His eyes scan the crowd, before falling on you. His face contorts in disgust.

"If you do not reply in three seconds I will attack!" The sheriff yells.

The intruder looks at him dismissive, "You're a drag. So die, sheriff of Grinnsmon."

He raises both index fingers and points at the Sheriff.

With a sound of screaming banshees, twin bolts of lightning fly out of his fingers. The Sherrif's charge, not even two steps forward stops immediatly as he is struck. He stops. Before falling in a heap, his throat and heart pierced by the force of the magic. Two pools of blood begin to colours the ground before mixing into one.

The crowd screams as one before fleeing.

The Sheriff is dead.

> Step Forward

> Follow the crowd
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>>531459
>> Step Forward
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>>531459
>> Step Forward
If we have the shot, literally disarm him
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>>531459
> Step Forward
He's already seen Purps.

The least that could be done is to use the wire as a lightning rod, [CURIOSITY] for the extra saw.
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>>531648
>>531504
>>531493

Writing.
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>>531648
>>531504
>>531493

You wonder what the deal with Darna is and what this guy seems to have against you as you step forward. A saw in each hand. You narrow your eyes in focus but find Hona already literally two steps ahead of you. Her voice is cold and she's drawn her sword with her right hand even while her left hand levels her gun at the bastard who killed the sherrif.

"As acting Sheriff of Grinnsmon. I sentence you to death for the murder of a Republic guard" Theres no shake in her voice or stance. "Men of Grinnsmon, keep the civillians back. Valter! You're on Firefly!" You feel a bear like hand rest on your shoulder. Walter has his crossbow in the other hand, but it's clear he's following the boss' orders.

You begin to speak but he cuts you off. "It is her duty to defend this town. Let her." He speaks like rolling thunder. In a tone so deep you feel like you could fall into it.

"Make peace with your vile cannibal Godess!" Hona spits, "She'll be ffeasting on your soul soon."

She charges.

> [PRIDE] She's got this

> Ask Walter to let you go

> Write-In
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>>531686
>> "The moment her life becomes truly endangered I'm stepping in, if you try to hold me back then you will lose your manhood and that is a promise."
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>>531686
> ask Walter to let you go
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>>531710
I agree with this
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>>531727
>>531710
>>531733

To confirm; Ask wlater to let you go and explain that the minute she's in trouble you're going to murder your way towards her. (paraphrased ill copy and paste the write in)
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>>531759
That'll work, Hona can have her fight but we'll make sure she wont lose her life.
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>>531727
>>531733

[/i]"You can let me go Walter." You growl, "But the moment her life becomes truly endangered I'm stepping in, if you try to hold me back then you will lose your manhood and that is a promise." [/i] Your crimson eyes bore into him but he meets your gaze for a second.

"I am trusting you not to do anything foolish." He replies, immediatly aiming his crossbow with two hands. You think he's glad for the excuse to devote both hands to the task...
But you focus in on the fight as Hona dashes forward. She fires a burst of bullets at the Wizard and one of his fleshy thralls steps in and takes them unfeelingly. It retaliates with a clumsy punch and Hona lands on it's arm like a gymnast. Driving her sword into what would be it's brain while using her new angle to fire at the wizard.

The fleshy creature slumps from the blow but another blocks the wizard. Hona removes her blade and is forced to leap back as lighting strikes out from the huddle. She must have saw it coming, because as she rolls she brings her sword in front of her - blocking a rock that the bastard magically launched at her.

She stands and readies herself as the wounded thrall stands up.

"My godess would love you, so powerful. Yet still perfectly mortal. You will be delicious." He seems to sing.

Hona's response is a storm of lead. She holds down her trigger as she calmly walks forward, a thrall blocking for the wizard at the cost of entire chunks of flesh. Two thralls attempt to flank her, but she rolls under the arm of one - leaping as soon as he finds her feet.

Good thing to, because the area she was fills with fire from the enemy's mouth. She finds herself with a direct approach to him and dashes in a blur of black and gold. Blade ready, the two armoured thralls to slow to turn around. He begins to raise his finger...
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>>531806

She lets her shoulder fall back even as the air around her is filled with lightning, that same grace she showed int he dance off allowing her to pirrouette around the oncoming death. She's inside his range and stabs at him. He manages to stumble backwards and scramble away from the following combo.

The two black armoured thralls try to grapple Hona but she vaults over their master, kicking off of his back into the air. The thralls all jump on their master as she unloads a full new magazine into the mass of disgusting flesh. Praying to the fire for one to penetrate far enough to strike the true foe.

Somersaulting into a landing. She drops the empty mag and replaces a new one, silence falling over the watching guard.

You feel Smug Fuck fly away North. No doubt to inform his master of what is happening.
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Two of the thralls charge her, pink masses of disgusting meat going for her with all the fury of a freshly wakened cyclops. She backs off and engaes them in close combat, cutting stabbing, thrusting, ducking and blocking easily.

Her opponent rises, surrounded by his honour guard. His face is.. surprsingly calm. Both hands are burning with flames and he begins throwing spell after spell at Hona. Bombarding the area around her in flames. She retreats further, before seeing an opportunity. She skewers one of the thrall's face, the other charging her from behind. She trips the other one with a brutal sweep that sends the two beasts tumbling.

A fire ball hits them and the flesh ignites. Hona claims her white hot sword in one movement, jumping over the flmaes even as the wizards yells in anger at his minions' dispatch. The third rushes to meet Hona...

When suddenly a rifle burst sings out from the building behind you. The black armoured thralls move instantly, one throws it's master towards the gate while the other puts itself between the wizard and the bullets.

As he falls however the wizard points and sends lightning at the gunman... The building behind you explodes into rubble and a scream of agony is heard. You turn to see a body falling amidst the rubble.

> Jump through the rubble to help the gunman

> Don't help the gunman.
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>>531854
>> Jump through the rubble to help the gunman
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>>531854
>> Jump through the rubble to help the gunman
I suppose if we are not going to jump I'm and help Hona we may as well make ourselves useful.
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>>531854
>> Jump through the rubble to help the gunman
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>>531884
>>531879
>>531866

Spinning on your heel, you take a breath to steady yourself before leaping into the falling rubble.You land on a particularly solid piece of rock and look upwards which is now sideways and you spring towards the falling man. Fox ears on his head, rifle hanging from a sling. A look of frustrated anger even while unconcious from rubble to the head? Yup it's Tornin.

Landing and tucking into a roll, You sprawl onto the ground and Torning skids onto his front. Looking back you see the ground beneath his sniper post be obliterated by the rubble, Walter luckily managed to get out the way but he's hidden from your sight.

You look back to the battle.
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>>531932

Hona has skewered the last fleshy thrall and is using his as a human shield betwene her and the wizard. He's looking less arrogant now, with his honour guard standing a half step in front and behind.

He obliterates his own thrall with lightning, causing dust to be thrown up around Hona. He then breathes fire into the dust cloud...

A heartbeat.

Another.

The dust cloud is thinning and Hona leaps at him, sword destine for his throat. He seems to panic for a heartbeat, as he falls backwards onto his ass. Hona is about to strike him down...
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>>531941
Drumroll
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A small spark of blue light from his eyes. A little orb, no bigger around than the nail on your littlest finger. Hona's eyes widen as the light grows in intensity. The world seems ot move in slow motion as the wizards terror turns to glee - he barks a word and the orb explodes.

Blue fire and lightning all dance form the impact site. Honamurei screams once a scream that will haunt dreams for years to come.

Her beautiful songbird voice is as distinct in agony as it is in joy as her body is launched across the courtyard.

You leap, catching her in midair and taking out whatever speed you can from the impact. You angle your feet to the onrushing wall, locking your knees and bracing for impact.

And it is an impact beyond what you thought your body could take.

You both slam into the wall, the strain on your legs bringing your pulse into your ears. It is agony, but you and your enigma manage to hold on. If she had taken that impact head first Hona would be dead.

You let yourself drop and lower Honamurei to the ground.

Her left eye is gone, the bright blue orb instead replaced by a crimson pit of seared nerves. Her face is burned almost completely, but one eyes remains blissfully intact - rolled back into her skull. A small line of blood runs from her mouth.

A feeling unlike any you have felt overtakes you.
There is no discovery of it, it fills you completely, clawing at your very mind and turning into nothing but a beast of instinct.

NEW EMOTION GAINED

> RAGE

> TERROR
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>>531983
>> RAGE
RIP AND TEAR!
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>>531983
TENTACLES
ANNOYANCE
>OF COLDEST RAGE
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https://youtu.be/a6BbvCC0VI0
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>>531983
FUCKIN DIE CIS SCUM
>REEEEE
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>>531998
Also agreeing on the fact that it should be cold, like an aura of pure murder that triggers the fight or flight responce in those that can see us.
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>>532002
>>531998
>>531991
>>532005

Rage, Rage, against the light.
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>>532016
>>531998
Consider that Cold Hell is depicted in Buddhism and earlier Christian depictions (also the 9th circle in Dante's Inferno)
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>>531983
>RAGE

"I... need.... your blood."
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>>532002
>>531998
>>531991

It burns. Your saws change. The blades melt and cascade up your arms, solidifying bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit. Coalescing around you and consuming you. It is all over you. This emotion feels amazing yet horrifying.

Hona is broken, bleeding, potentially dying. She was struck down by him. You look in her eye, seeing all that black ichor, red ooze and sickening soldering flesh.

he burns. you burn. it bursn. you burn. he burned. he burned he burned.

You stare at him as the metal forms around your head. Peripharel vision is gone, you have a target. You eyes are set as the armour roars into life.

You Scream.

> RIP AND TEAR

> DIE DIE DIE DIE

> TAKE HIS EYES
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>>532084
>RIP AND TEAR

Let him knows what's gonna hit him.
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>>532084
>> RIP AND TEAR
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>>532084
OFF WITH HIS HEAD!
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>>532084
>GRIFFISUUUUU
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>>532084
I WILL BATHE IN YOUR BLOOD!
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>>532148
>>532091
>>532089

You advance on him slowly, your saw claws whirring as you stalk him. It's a long distance and you lick your lips beneath your saw helmet. You ar a human buuuuuzzsaw and you will RIP AND TEAR.

"And now the monster shows it's face!" You meat shouts. "Darna will bless me for removing your stain. You filthfy changeling. You have no place in the world of mortals and for that you must pay!"

You begin to pick up pace, a brisk walk instead of your slow steadygait. The visor begins to look red from the glowing of your eyes.

Small lights come towards you, but even the ones that land only harm the ground.

"This world was meant for mortals!" A black thing tries to punch you and you slam into it. Tackling it to the ground. IT IS AN ENEMY.

Slashing and slashing and slashing. You grab pieces of it as you rend it asunder. Pink flesh inside the shell you makes knives of your hands and ram it inside as the armour revs and tears it up from the inside out.

You take it apart in a frenzy of blows. Impacts on your back ignored as you KILL KILL KILL KILL RIP AND TEAR.

The thing sotps moving, now more a red puddle with thickened patches than an actual obstacle.

You pant as you turn to face the one who hURt H0NAMURE1.

> KILL HIM

> MAIM HIM

> ?????

> WRITE-INNNNNNN
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>>532406
>> ?????
time for mystery boxing
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>>532434
No that's mercy I can feel it on my soul. Kill the mother fucker.
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>>532406
>> ?????
Maybe remove limbs without resulting in death?
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>>532460

I can confirm there is no option for mercy anywhere planned in this fight unless massive write ins.

Maybe get your soul checked.

Have a wagon.
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>>532406
>fuse our rage into him, using our emotion to strip him of his, torturing him and leaving him a husk. Then we use that emotion to fuel a punch that explodes his body.
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>>532406
> mystery box
Can we make him crawl inside his skin?
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3 mystery box.

1 Kill

1 Write in that I'm not too sure what is supposed to be >>532504

5 more minutes
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>>532512
>>532468
>>532434

You stand up and after seemingly an age of panting like a beast. You exhale. you inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

You focus.

The armour around your face begins to flake off and your sweat covered face feels the cold morning air again. You look up at the bright blue sky as you eyes readjust and stop their unholy glow. Your arms shake for a second until you spot your foe. You clench your fists and step from the pile of blood and matter that was one of his honour guard.

It is you versus two foes. You are focused now. You can deal with whatever that rage was later, for now it is simple. It's time to horribly murder the bastard who hurt your only friend.

The last of your armour flakes away on the wind. Your hand becoming gloved and the familiar buzzsaw in it's standard from nestling in your hand.

This is who you are.
You are Purps
And as your best friend told you;
You are scary when your fighting.

"Good, now that you've had your hissy fit and burned your enigma, I can actually get a fight." The bastard is cleaning his robes casually. "See, nothing gets me like killing Starborn in Darna's name. He bgins clearing his ears with his little finger. "I mean your slut there was a nice warmup and I bet she'll be delicious... but killing mortals is a drag. It doesn't serve the godess and isn't really a challenge."

"Her name is Honamurei." You say as you take up your stance.

"Whatever rug muncher." He shrugs, "I'm looking forward to removing your tainted existense from this world." He points at you, "But the minute you let me point at you died."

> [PRIDE] I'm faster than your lightning, you can't touch me. You died the minute I stepped forward from that crowd.

> [DETERMINATION] <Activate No Sell and Tank it>

> Charge halfway through replying.

> Write-In


(Okay so combats of this difficulty will require dice to use abilities or passives working. Rolls will be 1d20 best of 3. You guys can say what emotion you want to change to at any time, so check sheets and see what each does. Write-Ins will be important in most boss fights.)
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Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>532669
>> [PRIDE] I'm faster than your lightning, you can't touch me. You died the minute I stepped forward from that crowd.
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>>532693

You're not activating an ability here.
Unless you want to Storm of Saws?
Normally It'd be after something is voted through we roll but first roll call so i'll count this 19 if it's needed.
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Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>532693
Also charge halfway through before replying, rolling to see if I get higher
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Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>532669
>> [DETERMINATION] <Activate No Sell and Tank it>
>>Calmly move forward
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Okay I'll change >532693
To determinator [DETERMINATION] <Activate No Sell and Tank it>
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The 3 rolls are 19 16 and 4 if needed. So it'll be 19.
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Calling in 5. will do roll in post seperate to the write up.
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Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>532693
qm!!!!
i jsut got back heere
and you did that to the HONA!!!!!
fuck
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Rolled 17 (1d20)

Does Lightning beat the firey determination?

20 to beat >>532693 's 19
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>>532715
>>532716
>>532717

You don't say anything. You just take two steps forward, spooling your buzzsaw out to the side as grandiose as you can. You don't even know if the guard fled when Hona fell or stood fast. You don't even know if Tornin is alive, hell Hona could die any moment from shock.

But you won't let this guy live. You won't allow Honamurei to fail her duty. you wont allow someone who eats others, who kills on a whim to continue to taint this world.

"Give me your best shot." You say as you flip him off with your non weapon hand.

He does.

Lightning strikes you right in the face, snapping your head back as you smell sky and taste the afterlife. You stop moving as the impact of a literal lightning bolt courses through your body. Your hair stands on end, your mouth tastes of copper, the muscles in your legs spasm as one in an cacophony of cataclysm brought on by this wizard. You say three words, "Is that all?" You charge.

> [CURIOSITY] Two Blades Two Targets

> [DETERMINATION] Get close and do not let this fucker take a single step back

> Write-In
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>>532758
Are we in a large open space? Which direction is the wind blowing?
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>>532770

I'm shit with distances but you have a lot of manuevering space. A few buildings bungalow height. The outer wall and the shut gate behind him. Not very much wind but blowing towards you.
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>>532758
>> [DETERMINATION] Get close and do not let this fucker take a single step back
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>>532758
>> [CURIOSITY] Two Blades Two Targets
try to get the lighting to arch onto the blades and hit him with it(with lighting still on them) gota look badass doing it
dmc way
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I'm changing>>532795
To >>532810
Fucking awesome
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>>532786
Nigga I got this.our saws are ethereal right? They can exist in some fashion so long as they are tethered to our body, so we make energy rope extensions, throw them at the dude, but they purposefully land right behind him, shredding the ground and dissipating dust so he is covered in it. Then we zig zag behind the dust cloud after we discard the saws and with the power of rip and tear catch him unawares.

Problem is he might escape if he is quite enough.
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>>532810
Or we could do this. That's perfect actually
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>>532810
>>532814
>>532819

So we're goin Curiosity and Lightning defense and maybe counter if lucky?
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>>532834
Ye. Can we start Rollin?
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>>532834
Sound awesome! Let's Rock!
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>>532839

Don't need to roll, nothing getting activated.
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>>532842
Well ok then
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>>532841
HEAVEN OR HELL
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XYFdldfYEJk
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>>532819
>>532814
>>532810

You let yourself spawn another blade, letting some curiosity seep into your cold clarity. You wonder if you could arc his lightning back at him as you approach. His honourguard moves in and you send the right blade at him.

He surprises you by blocking and moving in to counter. Dancing between him and his wizard you try to keep your gaze on both. You try to ensnare the honourguard but he ducls under the trailing wire, the two of you strafing around each other. Out the corner of your eye you see fire, and you send your left blade to meet and disperse it.

You are locked into CQC, slashing at the armour and scoring two rents, but each time you try to move in for a kill you some magic is threw towards you. A sideways slash at honourguard is ducked and he rushes in. You recall your blade but it's much too slow and he forces you to ram your defensive blad einto his chest and rev it as much as you can. The sickening sound of metal giving under metal followed by the aroma of battle and blood splashing on your face and chest. You cut through him like a butcher but you knew the minute you committed what would happen..

A boulder slams into your side and carries you with it.
The boulder drives you into the gate and the breath is stolen from your lungs.
He backs off to give himself some distance as you pry yourself from the town gate, trying not to think about how hard you hit it in order to leave such cracks in steelwood craftwork.
You cough some blood landing on the dusty cobbles, the honourguard lurches back to it's master. Barely funcitoning.
Both sides took damage, but you've only ravaged the puppet not the master.
He points at you with both fingers.

> Backflip and stick to the gate, he thinks your enigma was your RAGE

> Block with two blades

> [PRIDE] A STORM OF SAWS

> Write-In
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Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>532879
>> [PRIDE] A STORM OF SAWS
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Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>532888
>YadadadadaddadadadadadadadadadadadA!
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Continuing afterwork tomorrow. My writing is slipping due to sleepiness and I want this done right. Expect update around 20 hours from now.

Hit me with your feedback here or on twatter. I wanna know how much of a faggot/hack/piece of shit I am. So let me know.

Night Gents.
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>>532929
night
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Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>532879
>> [PRIDE] A STORM OF SAWS
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>>532929
See ya later
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>>532879
> [PRIDE] A STORM OF SAWS
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Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>532879
>> [PRIDE] A STORM OF SAWS
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Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>532879
> [PRIDE] A STORM OF SAWS
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>>532879
> [PRIDE] A STORM OF SAWS
ATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATAATATATTATATATATATATATATATATATATATATAT

Then look in the distance and tell the wizard he's already dead.
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>>527483
>Rage = Human Buzzsaw
We Sonic the (Purple) Hedgehog now?
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>>533267
>>533234
>>532962
>>532952
>>532888

[s]Rolls: 17, 7, 4 [/s]

You point right back at him, white light exploding out from you in blinding brilliance.From mid air forms saws of pure energy, purple light illuminating them as them become corporeal.

He fires his lightning and two saws block it without you even needing to command. The rest of the purple blades descend.

Your vision is blocked by streaks of purple as the honurguard and the wizard are consumed by the hungry hungry blades. You hear the ripping of flesh and armour beneath a chorus of mechanical carnage.

You keep your own physical blade clutched tight near you as the honourguard is reduced to pieces. The blades having cut through him time and again form all angle before they disapated.

Where the wizard stood is a small dome of rock, chipped, cracked and barely holding together after your saws' assault. But as it falls away you see the wizard very much alive, witha purple blade mebedded in his shoulder.

He looks at you, with unadulterated hate. He has no slouch, no hesitation even as the saw feasts on his collar bone.

Never breaking eye contact he tears it free with one hand and crushes it in his fist. The shards of purple energy blowing away like petals on a breeze.

> [PRIDE] Taunt him

> Use Agility and play keep away with your life

> [CURIOSITY] Long Range double saw

> Write-In
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>>534642
>> Use Agility and play keep away with your life
>> [CURIOSITY] Long Range double saw
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>>534674


Damn, slow tonight. How's your day been maroonanon?
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>>534758
So and so I guess, been surfing the tubes whole day.
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>>534844
Also should sleep soon, I'm like 6-8 hours off the questing hot spot
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>>534860

No problem, might have to make a new post or something soonish.
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>>534674
[PRIDE] Taunt him
prced to kick him in the face or stab his eye
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hi there
i just got up
now makeing foods
hows everyone day/night going?
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Only two votes and no concensus. Going to leave it for 17 minutes and if nobody else comes consider this thread done.
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>>534642
Supporting >>534674
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>>535106
>>534674

Writing once I get some tea.
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>>535106

He summons all of his sorcerous might, fires leaping from his hands with the fury and intent of rabid animals. You leap forward before they detonate on the ground, the gate taking yet more punishment as collateral of your duel.

You dual saws lick at him but he covers his arms with rock and blocks like a trained pit fighter. The rock fals away as he points, but you've already thrown your blades over his head; letting the wires snag on buildings and catapulting you way on top of Tornin's ruined sniper nest.

He turns and readies a spell you haven't seen, darkness itself coalesces in his fist and it crawls towards you at a snails pace compared to the rest of his arsenal. He still hasn't taken a single step...

You leap to the next building as his darkness lands. It begins to eat at the already ruined building with all the deadly slowness of a lingering fever. You spot gretchen tending to Hona as you sail through the air, the wind aiding your already precise focus.

You let your wires slack and spin, falling towards your foe like a drill. He cocoons in stone, perfect. Just like you intended.

You strike the roof of his dome, a constant stream of spinning strikes that chip away at the rock. You begin to see faults forming as you. Work.

> He's about to drop it to counter attack, silently land behind him and assasinate

> It's about to break! Keep going!

> Write-In
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>>535153
>> He's about to drop it to counter attack, silently land behind him and assasinate
>>Wrap exess wire around the dome
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>>535153
>> He's about to drop it to counter attack, silently land behind him and assasinate
>[Pride] saw storm as a distraction to prevent him from seeing you.
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>>535177

Cooldown not up yet.
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>>535173
Actually gently stand on his dome behind him, less movement. Then assasinate.
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>>535153
> land behind and assassinate
This guy is scary, I wish Tornin was still awake so he could see how useless he is.
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>>535197
>>535177
>>535173
>>535219


You ease up and reposition. Sliding down the side of his dome. He's going to drop it and you're going to dual saw him from behind and leave him in so many pieces that he'd make a pretty good stew.

You focus, stop your breathing, slow your heartbeat.

Move footing to a wide base, lighten your weight by standing on your toes.

Coil yourself like a spring, ready to strike like a hummingsnake.

Your hands ache from clenching the muscles.

Time passes.

A minute, maybe less.

The rocks fall and you charge forward ready to slice him in three!

He's not there.

You hear a snap and the world compresses around you, the pressure snapping your sanity. You stomach explodes, intestines spilling out into the ground in a spurt of bloodied viscera.

You cough blood as you sink to the ground, uncomprehending why tears are falling from your eyes.

With what agency you still scrape together you manage roll over to your side.

The torso of your foes stick out from the ground. His left arm nothing but a bloody stump where one your blows must have peirced his coocoon and that one armed wizard is pointing at you, or rather where you stood.

He looks harrowed but victorious.

You look over to Gretchen, readying herself to intervene where you failed.

Another dish to be served to this mad cannibal priest.

> ?????????

> [DETERMINATION] No. (1d20 best of 3)

> Die
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Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>535233
>> [DETERMINATION] No. (1d20 best of 3)
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>>535242
GET IN HERE AND SAVE US!!
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Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>535233
>> [DETERMINATION] No. (1d20 best of 3)
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Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>535233
>[DETERMINATION]
I wonder if that mystery box is some healing power...
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Welp, we unconcious.
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>>535292
>>535242
>>535290
S-Shit, I guess we weren't very determine. RIP Purps
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>>535292
>>535290
>>535246

Well shit guys. You quite literally had one job.
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Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>535305
I KNOW! Rolling in sipe!
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I need to think about this hold on.
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Okay I need another best of 3 1d20. DC is 10.

I can't tell you what it's for.
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Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>535309
My sleepynes is effecting my dice... FUCK, still really waiting for DLQ to update before I sleep.
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>>535326
ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaahaaaaaa.......
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Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>535323
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>>535343

Ok. Thank God.
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Gotta wait to see if we crit fail/ crit suceed.
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Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>535323
Rolling for tentacle powers
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>>535366

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.
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>>535366
R.I.P.
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>>535366
>>535343
>>535326

Cold begins to spread from your stomach as you bleed. Your intestines, which were steaming in the morning air a moment ago have stopped, chilled by bloodloss. Your vision swims, fillinf with red slowly as your tears turn to blood.

You can't feel anything but the cold.

The cold and failure.

Just like Honamurei. You had him beaten, then one little mistake.

He's going to eat her.

He's going to eat Honamurei and remove every trace of your existense and all you can do is shiver and die like a piece of butchered meat.

You try to close your eyes, blink away the tears bite your tongue to make it go quicker. Anything.

Nothing.

You lose control as you die.

Nothing more than an amnesiac girl who danced that one time.

Forgotten and dead.

Everything fades to black.
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>>535431
Sorry folks, I liked this quest.
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>>535460
I still hold hope in my heart.
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>>535431

"So soon. It hasn't even been a week." A voice smooth like silk says as the cold retreats. You cannot open your eyes... but you're dead. You have no heartbeat. You cannot move. You cannot even breathe. "Of course not. You died."

You think you should be sared. "The first time you were. But I honour my deal." His voice cuts out into murmurring as somethign shreds at your soul.

[EMOTION LOST] RAGE

..."he your hand." He says while you try to fight off panic. "If you are quite ready, I tire of your presense in my chamber."

You try to ask the question, but without breathe you do not know how to speak. "Ready for what you ask me? Well something is lost everytime. But you have to go back girl."

You mean... back alive? But you're dead.

"Yes and I will make you not dead." The silken voice replies."And before you ask the same questions as every other time. No you won't be undead. You just lose a bit of your self."

You are in shock, you don't believe this isn't anything but some hallucination but you feel your head being raised by a frighteningly strong taloned hand.

Your sight is restored.

[EMOTION LOST PRIDE]

Before you is a fabric man. Stitches for a mouth, eyes, nose ears. He is undoubtedly male, yet his left half is you - down to the breasts and all. His right however is of a man with deeper purple hair and almost pink eyes as opposed to your scarlet.

"I am the Dealer. Grasp what you hope to save for it is time to be returned until you by his hand or he by yours is unmade. Thus is the bargain. He spits on you and you feel strength returning to your limbs.

For the second time today, everything fades to black and you hold on to one thing.

> Honamurei DC 10

> Lexington DC 12
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Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>535477
>> The Dealer DC 20
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>>535490

This is a non write-in option. I'm having to reveal shit planned for thread 40ish because of these damn dice.
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Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>535477
>> Honamurei DC 10
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Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>535499
I'll reroll then
>>535477
>> Honamurei DC 10
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Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>535477
So we only get to save one of them? Hona was nice but Lex has more plot progression potential
> Lexington
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>>535557
>Hona was nice but Lex has more plot progression potential
Which we can relearn
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Ok guys, it's been fun but i hit the archive. We'll revote on this next post and I will copy the last post as next's opener.

Tweet me please your thoughts.
Character sheets have been changed to reflect new developments but might be spoilers.

The quest is not dead, hit me up on the twatter to talk. Yet again you guys manage to jump ahead in plot reveals. Instead of 2 threads this time you jumped by 40ish. Asshole dice.
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>>535575
Cool, when will the next game be?>>535557
It's not like we spent much time with him, and we can always learn about him right after this since we are know associate with him.
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>>535575
Eh the other quest that has a respawn mechanism has gone off the rails multiple times and the players arent even abusing the system.
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Oh cool, ghetto dragon ball wishes.
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No idea on next game, Wed night at earliest.

Any questions twatting @me is best way to get clarification.

CS updated now it's sleep time. I'm starting college in like 7 hours.

G'Night you suicidal cocks.
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god tity fuckign damm it!!!!
i hould have been there noooo
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>>542340

That's the new thread guys.



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