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Burning light seared through your resting eyes, a familiarly rude awakening which you'd developed a suitably stubborn response to in the years you'd endured it. You'd turned aside and found a blessedly soft surface to bury your face in almost instantly, seeking vainly to slink back to sleep while grumbling some nondescript disagreement.

At least, that would have been the plan had a frigid touch not caressed your neck and jerked you clean from your drowsy fugue. The sound ripped from your throat could hardly be described as dignified, nor would future depictions of the way you hastily scrambled to find solace within a clumsily formed fortress of sheets be tolerated.

"It's almost noon Irue, you've slept enough."

"Nrrgh." You issued a succint rejection of this condemnation from within the covers, shifting until a single crimson eye could stare balefully out at the traitor in your midst. It was a stare that Rinnier returned with one arm set to her hip and a damnably satisfied expression playing across her lips. "What do you want?"

"You to get up." She repeated with light exasperation. "Ari said you got back late, so I let you sleep in already."

You frowned from within the covers, sitting up to partially emerge from within the thinly wrapped cocoon. Yesterday had been... Eventful. Vague memories of blindly trying to fix your burgeoning friendship with Mim were fresh on your mind even now, and you still needed to decide who, or what, you'd be taking with you to accompany Marchovic. Or if you'd even be going at all, given how much else you had in mind lately. While you'd offered Mim a half-thought through invitation to accompany the two of you, she had seemed... Less than enthused over the concept of killing people. It wasn't as if you had first-hand experience in murder either, and you weren't hyper eager for this to change.

Shade knew your second-hand experience with it was growing at an alarming pace as it was. You shudder to think how fast you could trip down that spiral if you actively pursued it.

"Well I'm up." You grumble finally, "Where are Asche and Ari?"

"Your maid is looking into finding a place for the demihumans to stay. Did you not have something to do with that?"

"Ah..." Memories swam blearily to the surface as you tried to recall yesterday's events. "...I expected her to delegate that." You offered a lame explanation, briefly finding yourself at a loss for why she hadn't.
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"What about Ari?"

"Fen saw her leaving earlier this morning." Rinnier shrugged.

"I should-"

"Leave her be." she interjected sternly, "She's walking on her own, and this town's crawling in your knights and the demihumans. She'll be fine. You spoil her too much as it is."

You frowned, quickly finding yourself set to be on your own today. An outcome you... Weren't sure of your feelings on, given recent events.

"I'll give you some time to wake up, but don't take too long. We have plans today."

"We do?" You blink, plucked back into the conversation before you could grow distracted. "Did something come up?"

"No, I just want your company today." The red tressed Testament crossed her arms, arching a brow before continuing. "Is that a problem?"

"...Did I do something?"

"..." She gently massaged the bridge of her nose.

>Acquiesce
>Track down someone instead (Who?)
>Start weaving
>Other? (write-in)
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Previous Threads:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Valen+Quest

Where things are said: https://twitter.com/Riz_QM
Where things are asked: http://ask.fm/RizQM

Assorted Supplemental:
Current Abilities - http://pastebin.com/PchcdWpw
A List of Forgotten Things - http://pastebin.com/kPEscJ3h
Irue's Memoires - http://pastebin.com/sWnicrK7

Write-ups:
Kara's Day Out - http://pastebin.com/8ZbiSKLs
Adventures with Asche - http://pastebin.com/RNviCBJu
The Reclaimed Doll - http://pastebin.com/n6miP1qT
In Your Shadow - http://pastebin.com/EfeeHFAE
Friends Forever - http://pastebin.com/Yn0QaTVB
The Woman Beneath Steel - http://pastebin.com/pMGgiHC3
Paper Flowers - https://pastebin.com/Pk0W7rEm

Misc notes:seven months later. Someone kill me.


Memo:
1. Rinnier wants you to decide soon on how you'll make a public appearance to capture the hearts of the people. (11/4/2017)
2. Invite Marchovic on adventures next time there's a chance.
3. Mim said "When are you going to tell her?" Tell what to whom?
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>Acquiesce
Eh sure. Don't really remember waht we're up to anyway.
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>>2878444
>>Acquiesce

You came back!

seven months later. Someone kill me.
I thought for sure you were waiting for a round 1 year. Glad to see you, you've been sorely missed. I've got some reading to do though, it's hard enough to Remember things when they're fresh.
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>>2878444
>Acquiesce
Update: I have now finished reading the archives
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>>2878464
>>2878467
I wouldn't expect a Forgetting this thread, tentatively. It's been an unfairly long period of time, so I'm aiming to be mindful of things which demand you pick up where you left off seamlessly.

Also I should update those memos, because #1 and 2 are already finished and moot...

Memo:
1.
2.
3. Mim said "When are you going to tell her?" Tell what to whom?

>>2878494
Congratulations! And welcome back!
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We'll be waiting a little while since IF I RECALL, voting blocks were 1 hour windows.

If anyone has questions or the like, feel free to ask. I'm sure everyone's a bit rusty by now.
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>>2878502
memos...... yeh memos. shit I dont remember anything
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>>2878529
>http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/553737/
>561290
There's the relevant post for the only remaining memo. To save time, it's in reference to a question Mim asked before you snapped, which you didn't understand the subject of. It was vaguely threatening.
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>>2878545
oh mann Im in no state right now to use my brain
some other anon step up and figure this out
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>>2878464
>>2878467
>>2878494
We're fine with it! Writing!

We probably won't do a whole lot tonight, since I've got a vet appointment in the morning.
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>>2878600
Don't worry anon. None of us know what she's talking about. Its probably not important.

Probably.
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>>2878608
Riz? Up while the sun is out?
Who are you, really?
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>>2878626
Assorted tragedies have befallen my dog, I have little choice!
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>>2878440
It's happening!
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Thinking it over, you didn't have anything else specifically planned for today. In fact you'd gotten most of your immediate concerns out of the way last night, which meant you had some genuine spare time for once! ...Keyword 'had', as Rinnier had apparently just requisitioned it for something. At the very least it didn't seem like it was going to lead to a lecture, which admittedly engendered some curiosity over what she wanted you for.

"I don't mind. What's going on?" you finally shed the blankets, finding your feet beneath you as the opportunity to sleep to your heart's content drained soundly away. "Is this about what we talked about...?"

"Not exactly, no." Rinnier shook her head, turning to leave you to your own devices as you prepared. "We've both been busy lately, so I'd like it if we took it easy today." She paused in the doorway, hand laid across the knob just before shutting it. "Think of it as a break?"

"You want to spend your break with me?" You pause briefly, unable to keep the confused suspicion from your voice; a fact which the former princess caught all too easily, if the rolling of her eyes were any indication.

"I want to make sure you take a break, instead of finding something else to get involved in."

"I'm not that bad." You defend yourself with a scowl. "It's just been one thing after another, lately."

"And there's still plenty to come." She acknowledged, briefly allowing a glimpse of the fatigue in her frame as she grinned from the hall. "But today, you rest. We rest. Understand?"

Part of you wanted to argue, if only on principle, that you didn't have the time for leisure. That even with everything you'd done, you still had a to-do list spanning from Carona to your ruined estate, and today was the perfect opportunity to scratch off just a few more of those things... And the longer you thought of it, the more intimidating it seemed to become. You'd been haphazardly adding things to that list for so long that you'd probably forgotten over half the items, and lost context for another quarter at least.

When you seriously started to consider adding 'remember everything you need to do' to your to-do list, you felt something small and fragile inside of you wither. Any further objections you to the former princess' conditions seemed to crumble away with it.

"Good." She responded wryly towards the overwhelmed sigh you'd let slip, "We can talk it over later if you want, but go ahead and get ready for now."
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When you finally emerged ready to go, Rinnier seemed to be finishing her conversation with Fen. A knight who you'd had little direct contact with, but evidently someone who had stepped up to become your Testament's right hand man in your absence. As far as you knew his duties as secretary to your endeavours in Carona mainly consisted of handling paperwork, but you wouldn't be surprised if he also ran errands from time to time.

"I'll look over the lists when I get the chance." He assured her, tapping a set of semi-familiar papers on the desk he'd commandeered in the front room. "Does this have anything to do with the demihumans being reassigned?"

"I-" She opened her mouth to respond, catching sight of you moments later. "Oh Irue, good timing. Do you know anything about this?" She gestured towards the papers from earlier, and closer inspection revealed them to be the lists of missing people that Mim had spoken to you about last night. Several editions of them, with suspect names marked for ease of investigation.

You hadn't expected these for a little while longer yet, given you just finished the conversation about them last night. Buried in these lists were names of people who had been found already, but who mysteriously vanished not long after. A feat which would have been concerning enough on its own, had there not also been evidence to provide suspicion over whether other entries in this pool of citizens even existed in the first place.

"The Luna Representative and I talked about it last night." You acknowledged after a moment, "I told her we'd look into it; I'm suspicious it's related to the previous mayor's rebellion attempt."

Fen looked back down at the papers with a growing frown, nodding solemnly. "I'll see if I can cross reference it now."

>Ask Fen to do something (what?)
>Broach a topic to Rinnier (what?)

ALSO: You've tentatively agreed to a day of leisure. While Rinnier seems to have plans, they're not a strict schedule.

>Let Rinnier take the lead
>You'd like to see to something in Carona (what?)
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>>2878908
>Ask Fen to determine any informal leaders that have cropped up amidst the population. They'll be our targets.

>Let Rinnier take the lead
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>>2878440 >>2878450 >>2878908
I heard about this quest and it's "Forgetting" or memory mechanic. Are we forgetting something? When are we going to see it?
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>>2878908
>Broach a topic to Rinnier (what?)
Hey Rinny, how do you make friends? Cause I don't get it.

Also is fen short for something?
>Let Rinnier take the lead
I mean, not much to see in Carona I think. Maybe we should walk aroun town though, so people know who we are for once.
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>>2878925
Probably not today, as Riz said, to give anons time to get back into shape.
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>>2878908
>>Let Rinnier take the lead
We slept a long time. So long, in fact, that I only remember a few points of interest, and none of them are worth visiting without a reason.

Though I do have a mild curiosity about how things are goings down below. Maybe we should visit the Web sometime?


>>2878925
No offense, but If you don't understand how Forgetting works, that means you haven't read the archives. and if you haven't read the archives, you aren't going to have any idea what's going on. We could give you a summary, but the devil is in the details in this quest.
You're in luck today though. Riiz has been away for a short while and is planning to go easy on us for now.
To answer your question, Forgettings are indicated in the voting prompts. Though they can, on very rare occasions, be unmarked.
>Are you Forgetting something?
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>>2878934
>Though they can, on very rare occasions, be unmarked.
How so? How would one know it’s unmarked or to take that as an action?
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>>2878939
It's not that they are unmarked per se, it's that we don't need a prompt to remember something relevant, and sometimes it even happened.
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>>2878939
Mainly by understanding some connection without being prompted. We have a hard enough time getting Forgettings as is though, so I wouldn't worry about it too much.
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>>2878946
>We have a hard enough time getting Forgettings as is though,
Why's that? It's something that requires looking tens of threads back to find?
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>>2878908
>>>Let Rinnier take the lead
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>>2878948
Sometimes.
But mostly because we don't know what to look for.
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>>2878952
Because >>2878934
->Are you Forgetting something?
is too vague?
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>>2878954
Yes, and that's the point of it.
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>>2878948
see 'A List of Forgotten Things' at the top of the thread if you're willing to spoil yourself for an explanation of Forgettings and most of our failed Forgettings.
Here's the spoiler-free blurb:
The purpose of "Forgetting" options:
>Through out the story, various details and inconsistencies will be highly relevant later. Not everyone you meet will be honest, and many of them have their own agendas. By remembering things at the appropriate time, you as players can 'shift' things into Irue's favor. Don't just be a pawn in someone else's game - Make it your own. Pursue your own agenda, and succeed where no one expected you to.

>A Forgetting option will never punish you for being wrong. However, getting it right may sometimes allow you to avoid planned events that would have been troublesome to you - And in some cases, even grasp a beneficial resolution from them. No matter how many wrong guesses are made regarding the Forgetting option, if a single one is correct then it is treated as if you got it correct.

>Some Forgetting options have greater rewards for getting them correct. These are optional, much like unlocking an additional 'side quest' or 'optional objective'. If you don't get the Forgetting right, you won't receive these additional perks/rewards, but it will never cause you to NOT receive perks/rewards you would have received anyway.

>There is no downside to participating in Forgetting options. Even if you're wrong, share your theories and thoughts! Radio silence makes things harder for everyone, so work together to get as many as you can!
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>>2878954
This quest is hard. We can do just about anything, but there's no hand-holding. That makes defeat and despair good friends here, but when we finally do something right? It's one of the best feelings in the world.
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>>2878957
>>2878450
-A List of Forgotten Things - http://pastebin.com/kPEscJ3h
Yeah, I already read it before asking. I wanted to see if I was missing anything.

>>2878965
>We can do just about anything,
How so? We're that powerful, he laws of the quest or universe is that open, or it's that much of an sandbox with no rails?
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>>2878966
>Irue
>powerful
Not even slightly. We can't get anyone to recognize our legitimacy as a noble, never mind any force of arms.

No, I meant things are pretty open. The first arc things were more focused (namly a strong incentive to reach our goal in a timely manner), but all we've ever really had is a goal, and a few resources; "figure the rest out yourself".
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>>2878908
YAAAAASSSS!

>Ask Fen to determine any informal leaders that have cropped up amidst the population. They'll be our targets.

> Broach a topic to Rinnier (what?)

Ideas for how to co-opt the leaders, or break them without looking bad to the population.

>Let Rinnier take the lead
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>>2878949
>implying Rue is a girl
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>>2878972
Goddamnit, Irue is plenty powerful. She has multiple artifacts that are one of a kind. She has magical abilities that nobody else has. She has a Nuclear Bracelet.

The problem is the Irulen is always trying to play "nice". Well, nice for her standards. Honestly I'm surprised we haven't just leveled a nearby landmark just to let people know we can.
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>>2878976
>The problem is the Irulen is always trying to play "nice". Well, nice for her standards.
What's nice by her standards? Normal?
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>>2878976
actual spoilers:
Rue has a book of disguise that she keeps lending out, and a bracelet Asche won't tell her how to use properly. The staff tree was ours at one point, but it's not anymore. If we sit in the same place and shut off all our senses for several hours we can sense things inside a radius, and after several more hours can stab things within that radius. If she sleeps(next) to someone, they can share emotions for a while.
She can't do anything like deliberately destroy a landmark.

Oh, and she can freely teleport to a place she hates. Several stories above the ground.


>>2878978
non-hostile. She grew up in a mansion with a silent maid. She is not well adjusted. Thanks Auntie.
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>>2878987
>She grew up in a mansion with a silent maid
She grew up alone in a mansion a couple days travel from the nearest town with only a silent, stoic maid. Very not well adjusted.
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>>2878987
-non-hostile. She grew up in a mansion with a silent maid. She is not well adjusted. Thanks Auntie.
>>2878993
y tho
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>>2878997
>y tho
We're wondering as well. There's a lot of strange and suspicious things in Irue's past.
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>>2878925
I'm not really sure how to answer this. As mentioned up in >>2878502, I don't plan for there to be any Forgettings in this thread since there's been such a long break. It'd be terribly unfair for everyone involved.

If you're asking when you'll see the mechanic, I'd advise looking through the archives a bit. It comes up semi-often. It's nothing special; the gist of it is that there is a prompt for an open-ended write-in which asks the players to supply a specific relevant detail from earlier in the quest - They can make as many attempts as they like during the window, and if even one of them is correct then it is taken as them having succeeded.

On paper it sounds fairly easy, but in practice... Well, there are a lot of details, and the connections aren't always immediately obvious. The narrative format of Valen is such that anons are encouraged to review what they learn, because new information can redefine what previously gained information may mean.

One particular example of this is Faedka.
>1. Originally Faedka was just an alcoholic beverage they got drunk on.

>2. Later they learned how Mana could be purged from someone's body by another Mana or Adept.

>3. Afterwards they learned that the side effects of a mana purge were comparable to that of a hangover.

>4. Sometime afterwards they realized that the "Fae" were connected to a Mana and were, in fact, apparitions.

>5. They deduced that Faedka was derived in some manner from the blood of those apparitions.

All of the previous facts were introduced separately, and no special attention was paid towards mentioning they were related. They were just interesting tidbits my cute anons picked up along the way. Each new piece allowed them to redefine what previous pieces of information may ultimately mean.

Knowing #1-3, they initially deduced Faedka to be a drug for purging Mana that they knew could be located in a nation to the east. After learning #4-5, they realized that rather than being a drug, it was a "natural" purge resulting from flooding their system with the Mana in question. Later on they were charged with what the implication of doing that meant when they discovered more about that Mana. There's actually still a secret or two related to Faedka they have yet to put together which they could, but it hasn't become immediately relevant to them yet.

Information builds on information, and with little exception it is up to them to make the relevant connections. They are provided with the tools and opportunity to make these realizations, but if they do not then they're allowed to miss the plot point entirely and - in some cases - suffer because of it. Either due to chasing shadows, lashing out at allies they mistook as enemies, or just not realizing they are being used.

That's basically the foundation of Forgetting. Like I said earlier, it isn't super amazing, and probably doesn't sound very impressive when laid out like this.
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>>2879001
> We still don't know where Faedeka comes from

I mean it came from a Dryad apparition, but it protected Ari from Dryad in the Atelier?

Also I wonder about its effect on other apparitions.
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>>2878987
> She can't do anything like deliberately destroy a landmark.

Carona begs to differ.

Seriously, people are slowly starting to follow her. We won the respect of our Aunt, and saved our cousins life from a conspiracy probably. We're trying to be all the things we think a Noble should be, and barely treating ourselves as fitting of our station. We're slowly making Carona a place we hate less.
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Valen Quest is back! I missed you!

>>2878908
>Broach a topic to Rinnier (what?)
We think they all fucked off to shit in the woods with a wisp adept that has sworn vengeance against us. Marchovic has promised to wipe them all out but we're concerned he'll get himself killed and are thinking of going with him and subsequently recruiting him for our mining operation. I wonder if that's where Jill went? Between getting a general direction from a Jinn adept and taking Kara's brother along we should be able to find them pretty quick.

Maybe poke her on the web issue, she wanted to know more about that, right?

>>2879006
Well the apparition just pisses in a bottle and leaves it around for us to find, right? I wonder where the bottle comes from...
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>let rinnier take the lead
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Also I must sleep now in order to make it to appointment on time. I'll give a ~30m warning before the window closes and pick up when I can after (or before, depending) said appointment!

>>2879010
It's great to see all of you again! It feels nice to be running again; All the anxiety about fucking up melts away once the scenes start rolling.
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>>2878908
Oh, can we arrange for someone to cook up some snacks for us wherever we go so Rinnier can avoid any cooking flames?
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>>2879015
-It's great to see all of you again! It feels nice to be running again; All the anxiety about fucking up melts away once the scenes start rolling.
>>2879010
-Well the apparition just pisses in a bottle and leaves it around for us to find, right? I wonder where the bottle comes from...
Brings back fond memories?
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>>2879010
I asked this a lot of threads ago. Where the hell do they get the bottles? Who is printing the labels? This is a lead we should pay more attention to, imho.
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>>2879023
What happened to all the empties, too.

Fuck. Bottles can't be cheap either in a pre-industrial society.

We should grab some street urchins or other poor people and have them come with us to the Manor to tell us what is valuable and can be resold. Those bottles would probably be worth something. There must be a ton of them.
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>>2879006
>I mean it came from a Dryad apparition, but it protected Ari from Dryad in the Atelier?
Dryads are used to make it, but Dryads want others to drink their Faedka? Maybe it helps extend their influence, or maybe it’s a waste product by Dryads?
>>2879006
>Also I wonder about its effect on other apparitions.
If a mana purge causes a hangover, flooding it with another mana, then having an apparition drink it would most likely be venomous. So a spray from a water gun that gets ingested, or perhaps on contact depending on how mana interaction works, would be lethal.

>>2879049 >>2879039
Could be a Dryad-aligned Faedka cartel.
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>>2879062
>I mean it came from a Dryad apparition, but it protected Ari from Dryad in the Atelier?
Wasn't this known already? The apparition flushed Ari's system to prevent accumulation of Luna's influence, which would've caused Dryad to go berserk.

>Could be a Dryad-aligned Faedka cartel.
Dryad is super-secret. No one knows about it except us and, IIRC, Rinnier. Even Ari doesn't know. And no one has ever heard of Faedka except us.

>>2879049
Which reminds me. We've paid that nomad spy Yuri by allowing him to take our Faedka stocks. I don't remember whether he did, but if yes, where did it end up? There's no sign of it in Carona at least.
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>>2879049
We're not bringing a bunch destitute homeless people to ransack our home! On the subject of discarded valuables though, I was hoping to get Ari and the oakenrue to find any leftover cores. We could activate them then power them down, hide them on our person as an emergency weapon. Need to remember that for when we see Ari again.

>>2879070
Yuri was selling Dryad trees and when we saw him he assumed we were Raid's sister, his reaction to this was something to the effect of "I didn't think I'd see siblings out this far." Doesn't this imply that wherever he's from has a higher fertility rate than other places, and thus higher in ambient Dryad mana? What's up with that?
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>>2879001
>Knowing #1-3, they initially deduced Faedka to be a drug for purging Mana that they knew could be located in a nation to the east. After learning #4-5, they realized that rather than being a drug, it was a "natural" purge resulting from flooding their system with the Mana in question. Later on they were charged with what the implication of doing that meant when they discovered more about that Mana. There's actually still a secret or two related to Faedka they have yet to put together which they could, but it hasn't become immediately relevant to them yet.
>>2879010
-Well the apparition just pisses in a bottle and leaves it around for us to find, right? I wonder where the bottle comes from...
>>2879070 >>2878957
>>2878934 >>2878944
Any direction we should be looking for the secret? If we throw up hypotheses and discuss about it enough, would it be that unmarked successful Forgetting or Remembrance? I'm not sure if there's a term for that.
>>2879015
How do we know when we Remember it, when Riz returns to tell us?
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>>2879070
That secret Luna cult knows.

>>2879080
We're bringing a couple of select peasants to help apprise our items, which we can sell for reconstruction funds.

Of course we'll own a share in anything we help fund. But we gotta get some sort of production going to generate taxes.

Not like we give a shit about anything except books and headbands.
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>>2879082
>Any direction we should be looking for the secret?
If only we knew...

>How do we know when we Remember it, when Riz returns to tell us?
Riz will acknowledge the new understanding from the in-character perspective, I think.

Also, anon, your posting style seems familiar. Are you Rookie?
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>>2879092
-If only we knew...
Well we already have a number of questions and possible investigations.
>>2879001
Based on what was Known in this example, it seems investigating for a question would be ideal.
Ask a question > hypothesize answer > ask a number of questions relating to it > hypothesize > form into the investigation questions. Find contexts in which the investigative questions would be brought up > hypothesize > finding clues which might answer that question > deduce an answer > form into the investigative leads. Contexts for investigative leads > deduce involvement > lay them all out > form into the list of investigative suspects or possible conclusions. Repeat process until we have either a general idea on what might happen, or we brute force the answer.
Ideally quote for easier reference and dismantling of any additional info.

-Riz will acknowledge the new understanding from the in-character perspective, I think.
So we'll have to banter until then.

-Also, anon, your posting style seems familiar. Are you Rookie?
Interesting. I’m both curious on why you think that’s the case, and why you’re attempting to associate me as someone. Is that name significant to you?
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>>2878998
>>2879092
>If only we knew...
I have a suspicion this was intended to cultivate a sort of paranoid, inquisitive mind capable of handling isolation and failure for investigating the secret world. Or it was intended to ward her away from it.

>headbands
The athletic or aesthetic kind?

>Not like we give a shit about anything except books and headbands.
So we're a collector? Does she have many interests, is that related to her upbringing, or are those plot items?
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My man, what is your deal?
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>>2879099
>Is that name significant to you?
No, I just thought your posting style is similar to that person's. It would be an amusing coincidence if you were them.

>The athletic or aesthetic kind?
Aesthetic. Irue is very particular about her hair

>Is that related to her upbringing, or are those plot items?
Yes.
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>>2879118
Who?

>>2879119
>No, I just thought your posting style is similar to that person's. It would be an amusing coincidence if you were them.
Would be.
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>>2879089
I'm going to vote against any attempt to show destitute and desperate peasants who we've never met before around our precious childhood home. Why did you think to go to homeless children first, our knights have a decently wide range of backgrounds, you know?
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>>2879139
To be fair, they're pretty far down on the scale of money.

I just figure street urchins would know the most about what's valuable.

You think they're going to trek all the way out to the creepy overgrown Nobles mansion by the Fae woods, protected by said Fae, and loot amongst the burnt out husks of wood golems that look like their ruler?

Because I figure that's some serious Nope o' Fucking Clock for most people.

Like we ain't even dead, they wanna rob us? Let them try. See how pleasant the Fae are.

Besides the plan is to remove everything of value anyways.
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>>2879171
Well when you put it like that we can't afford NOT to show starving homeless children around our mansion! If the sleeping feelers of a forgotten god become the subject become the subject of rumor then that's a price I'll gladly pay to tap into the untold wisdom of gutter trash.

I dunno man, the idea of selling the stuff in our house isn't necessarily a bad one but entrusting the task to some randos is a stupid move when we already have connections to work with. Either ask Dullam/Fen if we have a knight with a mercantile background or send a letter to our Uncle and have him take care of it. The real problem would be where to sell it, and what to buy with it. Maybe if we outsource the problem to our uncle he could get us the equipment necessary for our iron working venture?
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>>2878440
Valen, my favorite time of the YEAR.

>>2878908
Ask Rinnier how long she's going to keep our diary. That thing can be incredibly useful if we go after the bandits.

Check out Carona's market. How is the economy? Is trade being facilitated? Is... is this work? Am I working? (Don't tell her why we want to go to the market)

>>2879099
Well if you've got a proper head for this, head to the archives and read them /slowly/. Even if you want to help figure things out before doing that, every one of us is an unreliable source of information.

-Why do you sometimes quote like this?

>>2879082
>How do we know when we Remember it, when Riz returns to tell us?
Yes.
One time I had an epiphany about Yuri and his trees that unlocked a whole slew of information that was all completely, utterly irrelevant to the forgetting at hand. It put some annoying things into perspective and some information served us well in later puzzles. However it was nothing but a madman's ramblings until Riz raised an eyebrow and said "well shit you're right but you completely failed to remember!"

Hell I managed to solve a problem before it was even brought up and route-locked us without even allowing us to learn of the other options he had planned. It's a double edged sword. Searching for the missing and dead bodies in Carona with a Spider's Web as our first grand act as mayor. I'm sorry.

He could've ignored it since it wasn't relevant to the post in question. You can view all our banter and discussion as Irue's dumb little brain constantly working overtime and sometimes things just click, and then Rinnier looks at us funny and wonder how the fuck she got saddled with a high functioning autist with ADHD.
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>>2879284
>One time I had an epiphany about Yuri and his trees that unlocked a whole slew of information that was all completely, utterly irrelevant to the forgetting at hand.
Wait, I distinctlty remember me doing that.
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>>2879296
Nah man, I printed out those (You)'s and hug them every night. Hell I even almost ruined it by objecting to it as a joke, cause I felt dumb for entirely missing the point, then left the thread for an hour and come back to Riz having taken it seriously.

Not one of my best moments.
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>>2879315
I yelled at a little girl once, which allowed us a cathartic breakthrough into how paranoid and self deprecating we had gotten, and how *lonely* we were.

Then for some reason we doubled down on the self loathing and I've been trying to be positive about ourselves ever since.

>>2879015
> Thank Rinnier for asking us out on a date. Be completely oblivious to romantic implications.
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>>2879070
>Dryad is super-secret. No one knows about it except us and, IIRC, Rinnier. Even Ari doesn't know.
You missed someone important. The one who locked Dryad up. Luna, plus an unknown number of it's Adepts.

>>2879099
>Interesting. I’m both curious on why you think that’s the case, and why you’re attempting to associate me as someone. Is that name significant to you?
I'm not the anon in question, but that framing looks familiar. Are you a QM?
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>>2879415
>It's been over a year and we finally say thank you

I've been twisting and pulling to get Irue some friends and allies but shadowruns always seem to take precedence. At least I didn't tell Jill she can be a maid.
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>>2879443
. . . . I'm not good at talking.

Also I feel like she doesn't understand just how much bullshit our life has. Or how we lost pretty much everyone close to us to an assassination, and have been nearly killed multiple times, and how being our maid is probably more dangerous than being a guard.

Like.

Look at our other maids. Staff wielding warrior princess, creepy to a scary degree quiet possibly human attendant, and sweet innocent little wallflower and her giant murder golem of wood and flesh.

Like.

Damn Jill. Calm down and learn to look at things. Like we met her while disguised by a magic artifact we got from a not-God so we could infiltrate a hostile town and stop a rebellion.

If we ever run into Jill again, we gotta apologize for asking her to be our maid because honestly it's WAY too dangerous.
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>>2879433
>You missed someone important
I doubt it's Luna Adepts who are supplying the Fae with empty bottles.
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>>2879465
You know Maran can teleport, and she's with Artemis. She's also the one who sought out Caylen and put it in his head that he's the chosen one. I wouldn't be surprised one bit if those fuckers teleport them right into our cellar and have a big fucking laugh at our drunken antics, eating popcorn while viewing us through a scrying ball
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>>2879481
Remember that the Fae hate Luna with gusto. There's no way they could have any kind of business relationship.
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>>2879500
What if Artemis are Canadians, except worse? They go grab Oakenrues and put them in a pot, then screw them full of taps to get their magical syrup?
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>>2879481
Didn't we come to the conclusion that the Fae were jealous, and wanted our attention, thus them giving us generous amount of purge potion?

Also, for some reason Asche was reluctant to remove our stockpile of the stuff despite our insistence.
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>>2879527
Oh, yes, but we're talking about who bottles and labels the damn stuff. I mean, dryad apparitions have yet to show that they're capable of commerce or glasswork. Unless Asche does it and that begs the question, why bother?
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>>2879542
Do we know if it's actually glass? It could be made from some weird variant of the Sap, for instance.
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>>2879415
Rinnier take the wheel!

>>2879284
Checking out the market! That's not work, right? It's not.

>>2878924
>>2878973
Targeting leaders of the community...?

>>2878927
Friend advice from Rinnier!

>>2879010
Telling Rinnier about our plans with Marchovic and the bandits! (Also tentative roster selection of a Jinn Adept and Raid?)

>>2879284
Ask about the Diary of Reflections! That'd be pretty useful for the bandits coming up!

Going to settle in and make breakfast, then get writing. Window will close in ~30m from now!

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>>2879017
>Cooking flames
You won't need to be too wary of this. Rinnier is aware of her stigma, and the atmosphere is rather lax. You can trust her to handle herself.

>>2879284
>Favorite time of the year
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>>2879818
Can we poke her on what she's been doing with the diary too?
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>>2879831
Rudely prying into the secret and intimately personal affairs of your Testament!
I needed an excuse to bring this up anyway, so we can definitely do that!
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>>2879831
IIRC she wanted to borrow it and told us not to pry, so I think we shouldn't pry.
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>>2879838
W-we're just asking, you make it sound like we're snooping through her sms history!
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>>2879859
You gave him a reason to stir up drama with Rinnier again, so that's basically what you did ask for.
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>>2879844
>>2879863
Where did she tell us not to ask any questions? I really don't think some curiosity on our part is misplaced in the least, all the more so since I don't think we brought it up the last two times we encountered her. It's dangerous and she has no experience with it.
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>>2879899
You're right. I went back to check and I can't find it. I really don't know why I was so sure that was the case... I wonder what I got it mixed up with?
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>>2879925
You may have been thinking of >2025987 in http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022730/
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>>2879941
Don't forget to thank Rinnier for taking us out on a date!
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>>2879844
I think you're right, but as long as we don't push, it hopeuflly shouldn't be an issue.
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>>2879818
>>2880179
Instead of asking WHAT Rinnier did with the book, could we ask if she got what she wanted out of it and if she was happy with the results?
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>>2880188
Irue with tact? You're a real joker.

I can see it now, Irue being very careful and deliberate with her words for once and Rinnier just staring at her like, "what the hell is she trying to pull?"
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>>2880204
Gotta have character growth eventually.

This ain't your DBZ fanfic quest.
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>>2880204
Also Irue has plenty of tact.

She just forgets that other people are, well, people.
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>>2880204
>Irue with tact?
My exact thought. We've never really been good with people, though we've better than we used to be.
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"Can you put together a list of important people in Carona's community as well?" The issue with the bandits wasn't something you were going to be able to just quash with violence alone. At least not without a better idea of what and who you were arrayed against. "People that the people are rallying around, anyone who would have notable influence on their opinions.

Fortunately, for once, you were actually in a position to flex your rightful authority and gather intelligence.

"Should I prioritize that over these lists?" He straightened, looking between you and Rinnier for an answer.

Rinnier's hand waved dismissively, instead turning quizzically towards you. "Something on your mind?"

"The Shade Representative reminded me that our saboteurs and rebels aren't gone yet." Your lips thinned as you reiterated to her the discovery of the Wisp Adept you had faced before having not only survived, but likely maintained connections and activity with the splinter faction of Carona's citizens who'd supported the Mayor's rebellion. "I get the feeling the missing people are related, and if they're still working to destablize Valen authority here..."

"Then they still need inside agents to sway public opinion." Rinnier concluded with a frown, "We've already got a roster of people you're probably looking for. Fen, start with the Crafter's Council and go from there."

"I'll take a closer look at everyone who's taken sizable role in the recovery effort." He assured the two of you, gathering his papers together. "I don't know how long this will take, but I'll keep you updated."

"Thanks, Fen. Tell your fiancee I'm sorry." You blinked as your Testament sighed apologetically, watching the familiar interchange between them.

"It's no problem, really. She'll be excited to know I'm working on something important." He chuckled bashfully, "Well, more important than usual, I guess."
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"He has a fiancee?" You asked, stepping out of the makeshift headquarters and breathing in the earthen scents of a slowly recovering town. Daily sounds of toil filled your ears; a thrumming sign of Carona's heart beating healthily despite it's outward condition.

"Two years. Six if you count them being childhood friends. Supposedly she's the reason he got up the courage to volunteer for what he's doing." She answered lightly. "I imagine they would have been married already, if they hadn't been caught between the royalty and nobility's squabbles."

"...Huh." You tucked that new tidbit of knowledge regarding your secretary away, unsure how else to really respond to it. "Have I met her?"

Rinnier cut a strange look towards you, laughing softly when you met her stare with confusion. "I don't know. You've probably seen her at least; she's a member of your knights, after all. I think she works under Dullem in reclaimation."

"Hmm."

...Should you try to meet her? She was obviously important to Fen, and he was someone you were probably going to get used to seeing. Rinnier had obviously met her. It would probably be weird to summon her just because her fiance was working as a secretary. You didn't actually have any reason to get to know her, either.

"Irue?"

"Would it set a bad precedent if I met Fen's fiancee?" you muttered uncertainly, looking to the red haired Testament for advice... Only to find a small, exasperated smile. "What?" The stifled laughter only made your brows furrow further, heat rising through your cheeks. "I just thought, since he worked with us... Forget it."

You abandoned the line of thought, facing forward sulkingly. "She shows up from time to time if you were that curious, but you could just invite them to dinner if you wanted."

"..." The two of you walked in silence for a minute before you finally took the hanging bait. "Them and who else? What kind of occasion?"

"Whoever else you want, Irue." The fallen princess answered with a laugh. "You're the mayor of Carona, the heir to these lands, and more importantly, the one they owe fealty to. You can just tell them to come."

"I know." You stress, rolling your eyes frustratedly. "But I don't want it to be weird. I'll look stupid just calling a meeting and then asking questions. How did you get to know them? Like... Is 'Fen' short for somethin- Stop laughing!"

For all your best efforts not to be seen as weird, you felt the attention being drawn over the course of this conversation to have been a self-defeating effort. Even if the conversation itself was private, your incensed attempts to stop Rinnier's laughter was eliciting more than a couple stares.
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"Haha... Hm." The desert princess collected herself, seemingly unconcerned with your glowering as she did so. "No, Fen isn't short for anything. If I recall it's a reference to marshlands... May have to do with where he's from?" She shrugged, expressing the end of her knowledge in that regard. "I got to know the two of them because we worked together while you were gone. She would come to eat lunch with him occasionally. She's... Very excitable."

Rinnier tapped her cheek, one arm crossed under her chest as she thought over something. "Or proud, I guess you might say. Of being a knight, I mean. When we first met she had a lot of questions about you, and Carona, and all sorts of things. Everything that's happened seems to have been an adventure to her."

"...What did she want to know about me?"

"I don't know." Rinnier shook her head softly. "I doubt she does, either. Dullem is the only one of your knights to regularly interact with you... And now Fen, I suppose. Barring that month you all spent drunk, none of them know a whole lot about you. They're curious." Her tone turned teasing, "Seems like the feeling's mutual."

"..." You snorted irritably, initially choosing not to rise to the bait... But it didn't take long before that one-sided defensiveness started to fade, and you found yourself drawn back to engage regardless. "It's not that I'm curious about them personally, but... I feel like it's something I'm failing at."

"Failing?"

Your hands moved, trying to illustrate some elusive point in the air before you while you spoke. "Alouette seemed to know the names and faces of every person she ever trained, and everyone respected her. She did it so naturally, I always just thought it would be easy... And it's not. I have no idea who any of my knights are, and apparently they don't know me, either."

"Is comparing yourself to someone like Miss Alouette something you would do lightly?" Rinnier interjected, "I've only met her twice, but she's a remarkable person."

"Aunt Clara can probably do it, too." You persisted, hands dropping to your sides dejectedly. Even more frustratingly, you remember your Doppleganger making the same connections you were struggling with almost by accident. The thought of that hurt you more the longer you dwelled on it, both due to the way you just couldn't seem to grasp something so simple... And the implication that they were some of the few things your shadow had cherished, and your failures were letting them slip away. "...I don't even know where to start, and everyone else makes it seem so simple."
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The conversation casually died with your admissions. On some level you expected her to have an answer for this, too... But after an uncomfortable moment of silence, all you received was a hand on your shoulder. "Sorry, I shouldn't have laughed."

"Nn." You mutter a dissasstisfied grunt. "There are better places to talk about this."

"Yes." She acknowledged, squeezing your shoulder reassuringly before letting you go. "It's more complicated than it seems, too. I can help introduce you to Fen's fiancee sometime, if you want to start there?"

"..?" You looked up, blinking at the sudden offer... But shook your head after giving it some more thought. "I doubt I'll have time. Marchovic invited me to go hunt down the rogue Wisp Adept I mentioned, but we'll have to deal with a camp of bandits to even do that. No telling how many of them are part of Carona's rebellion, either."

"And you still have the expedition to the northern mountains to arrange after that." Rinnier muttered understandingly, "...We'll figure something out. I'm surprised the Shade Representative invited you though, you didn't strike me as very... Combat inclined."

"I'm not sure why he wanted me to come either." You admitted blithely, "He said I could bring a few people, but only after I argued him into it. I'm still not sure what I'll end up doing, or how I'll be of any use subduing bandits in a fight." Your left hand flexed idly; fingers curling into your palm, a weak fist forming and unforming as the dual rings of your bracelet glimmered under the midday sun. "The few things I can do, I worry about using freely."

"It may be a good opportunity to take some of the demihumans." Rinnier advised thoughtfully, "No one in your knights that I know of have any outwardly remarkable skill in combat, so raw power is probably a better choice."

"I was considering Raid."

"Who?" Rinnier blinked, "One of the demihumans, I assume?"

"Yeah, Kara's little brother. He's not as physically strong as the others, but..." You shrug emotively, adequately conveying the vague whirlpool of thoughts which led to spitting him out as a candidate. "There may be more than one way to tackle the problem, and he has experience being a decoy."

"I'm surprised you're not taking the demihuman Testament." She noted plainly, "Wouldn't she be enough to handle them on her own? If an Oakenbear didn't phase her, humans won't."

"It's an option, but I want Kara elsewhere. I don't think I can justify pulling her off what I've assigned her to just to deal with some bandits."

"Some bandits and a Wisp Adept." Rinnier corrected warily, "You're going outnumbered as it is, don't underestimate an Adept on top of it."
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"No... No, you're right." You breathed in heavily, fleeting memories of your doppleganger's encounter with the man mixing with your own searing recollection of being literally burned away. "...I'll think about it. I can't afford to come this far and hand myself over to some bandits."

"If you need the Relic back..." Rinnier started suggestively, "I think I'm finished with it for now. There's still some things I'm curious about, but I'd prefer you be armed than leave it with me to study."

"What did you want it for?" You perked up at that, not expecting to hear it offered back so soon... And having never seen her use it, either. "Did you even use it?"

"I'm using it now. Did you not notice?"

She stopped, taking a step back as you looked her over bewilderedly; creeping suspicion towards the validity of her statement increasing as you failed to... To... "Did you get shorter?" The look on her face spoke of your answer not quite hitting the mark. "What did you do?"

"Revisited the past." she explained vaguely, looking from one ankle to the other before crossing her arms with a proud, and quite satisfied, smile. "I lost some muscle, but I don't have so much weight on my shoulders now either." She stepped back to your side, eyeing the top of your head briefly as she did so. "...Guess I did lose a couple inches, too."

"Wait, what?" You shake your head quickly, "That's not how the Diary works."

"Obviously it can, or I couldn't have done this." She pointed out, "I envisioned myself as... Well, myself, several years ago. It did the rest."

>Ask for the Diary of Reflections back
>Continue another topic (which?)
>Proceed to the market
>Other? (write-in)
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>>2880608
I want to ask for the diary back, but she's apparently still got a use for it (wanting to feel more feminine?), and it would be useful in tracking or fighting. We did reminder her to be careful to not lose herself in it though, right?

I'm enjoying chatting with Rinner, but no other conversation topics come to mind.
>Proceed to the market


>Rue: "How do I people"?
You'll get there, someday. Eventually.
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>>2880608
The Diary allows you disguise yourself as anyone right?
>Continue another topic (which?)
hey if you're using the diary anyway Rinny, what about you help out with my little PR problem while I'm away and disguise yourself as me. In fact I'm beginning to like that idea. I wonder wahat else we can do with the diary actually.

>Proceed to the market
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>>2880737
>my little PR problem while I'm away and disguise yourself as me
I can see the tremendous grin on her face if we tell her that. No thank you. And anyone she interacted with would expect us to remember them.
I admit it would be amusing to see her pretending to be us though.

>>2880639
>and it would be useful
*wouldn't
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>>2880639
>>2880737
Market!

>>2880737
Pretend to be me and fix our PR problems!

Writing!
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>>2880752
>And anyone she interacted with would expect us to remember them.

That would be pretty bad, but she doesn't need to interact with anyone anyway. One of our problems is that we aren't seen in public enough. Just being seen should be enough.

More importantly, I was thinking it was a good way of fucking with our enemies. One moment Irue can fight with pole arms, the next she can't even hold a sword.

Then we get Kara to disguise herself as us... Oh boy.

Would you look at that, Irue Valen can kill okenbears with her bear hands. Who knew?
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Fuck, I fell asleep again.
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>>2880737
With the diary of reflections, you can finally answer the question of what it'd be like to have sex with yourself.
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>>2879284
-Why do you sometimes quote like this?
I've played on some games on /qst/, and I received feedback and requests from some players and game hosts to avoiding greentexting non-game relevant questions. I’ve tried it, and reviews of it is that it has made it easier to read and track, particularly for the game host. This is primarily when I make longer posts, or have a set of posts that don’t mesh with each other: actions on top of questions, or discussions or shitposts intermingled with the votes.
I don't think this'll be necessary here, but if it helps I'm willing to spend some time and effort on it.
>>2879433
-I'm not the anon in question, but that framing looks familiar. Are you a QM?
Not a QM, no. As above, I picked up some stuff over my time on /qst/, so it could be reminiscent of them.

>>2879284
-He could've ignored it since it wasn't relevant to the post in question. You can view all our banter and discussion as Irue's dumb little brain constantly working overtime and sometimes things just click, and then Rinnier looks at us funny and wonder how the fuck she got saddled with a high functioning autist with ADHD.
Would be a great story and mechanical integration.

-head to the archives and read them /slowly/.
I checked the archives, and it dates back to /tg/. I thought it was one of the newer ones since the idea was tossed up in /qtg/.
It’ll take me some time to access the /tg/ archives and read through all of it in this case.

-Even if you want to help figure things out before doing that, every one of us is an unreliable source of information.
I don’t see how that could be the case. It’s not like we’re trying to deceive each other. Certainly you are all more experienced, well-versed, and most likely skilled at this than I.
-Well if you've got a proper head for this,
Any recommendations on that front?

-One time I had an epiphany about Yuri and his trees that unlocked a whole slew of information that was all completely, utterly irrelevant to the forgetting at hand. It put some annoying things into perspective and some information served us well in later puzzles. However it was nothing but a madman's ramblings until Riz raised an eyebrow and said "well shit you're right but you completely failed to remember!"
>>2879099
-Based on what was Known in this example, it seems investigating for a question would be ideal.
Come to think of it, one of the most effective, if least efficient, methods would be to brute-force and list all QM references to a key word > apply investigative techniques > repeat.
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Ah. She's using a relic in a way it's not intended to be used for. That's bad news in our experience.
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>>2880608
> Ask her why she wanted to look younger.

> Warn her about the artifact and its dangers

Later

> Ask Asche to shadow us when we go out with Marchovic
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>>2880911
We're an hour late I'm afraid
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>>2879443
-At least I didn't tell Jill she can be a maid.
What's wrong with that? >>2879450
-If we ever run into Jill again, we gotta apologize for asking her to be our maid because honestly it's WAY too dangerous.
Just the dangers associated with the position?

>>2879415
-I yelled at a little girl once, which allowed us a cathartic breakthrough into how paranoid and self deprecating we had gotten, and how *lonely* we were.
How did that happen? >>2879443
-but shadowruns always seem to take precedence.
>>2879450
-. . . . I'm not good at talking.
Shadowrunning too hard?

>>2879560
We could test the composition. Say destructive testing or some magical metal-like testing.

>>2880891
>>2880608
-"Obviously it can, or I couldn't have done this." She pointed out, "I envisioned myself as... Well, myself, several years ago. It did the rest."
It can't be that bad. Could be creative, or educational. We could have someone chaperon her while she experiments.
Are the changes superficial or is actual physical strength and age changed?
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>tell her that using the diary so irresponsibly is bad and needs to stop
Durrr addictions and stuff
Why would she want to look a few years younger anyway? Is she still wearing the same ill fitting clothes we gave her
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>>2880918
We got an infodump on the relic when we solved the Ateliar, the fact that Irue didn't know that it could be used that way means that this lies outside the intended use of the mirror. We've unintentionally tore our soul to shreds by using our bracelet in an unintended fashion, I don't imagine that this'll be quite so dramatic but I have a bad feeling about it all the same, whatever Rinnier's getting out of this isn't worth it.

>>2880922
I don't think it'll manifest as an addiction but I'm curious why she's going it too. She's lost a lot, maybe this dulls those feelings somehow? She seems brighter and more cheerful.
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>>2880918
Is this actual autism?
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>>2880918
Honestly you would have to just read the archives, because all the questions you're asking are answered there and I would have to post whole walls of text to explain it.

Like.

We didn't even discuss ShadowRue. Not a misspelling.

I know it can be hard for people to join in this late randomly, but lets keep the DEEPEST LORE questions until the end, and I highly recommend reading the archives.
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>>2880948
Which part?

>>2880950
-Honestly you would have to just read the archives, because all the questions you're asking are answered there and I would have to post whole walls of text to explain it.
I wasn't looking for a comprehensive answer so much as a pointer or simple description to work off of, and understand where the conversation is coming from. >>2880936
>We got an infodump on the relic when we solved the Ateliar,
Like this part. >>2880936
>whatever Rinnier's getting out of this isn't worth it.
Or this.

>>2880950
-but lets keep the DEEPEST LORE questions until the end, a
End of what?
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>>2880956
-simple description
The logic behind it, more so.
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>>2880956
End of the thread. That way it can be dealt with at once.

Also a lot of your questions don't have simple summaries.
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>>2880974
-End of the thread. That way it can be dealt with at once.
Fair enough. I figured they would be relevant now with the way Forgetting seemed to work, so I brought it up.
-Also a lot of your questions don't have simple summaries.
A shame. I'll have to can them unless they might be related to a Forgetting, or after I finish catching up with the archives then.
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>>2880978
Are you new to 4chins or somrthing
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>>2880882
>-Why do you sometimes quote like this?
Interesting, I've never heard anyone complain about greentexting like that, though I could see it in very high postcount threads. It's not an issue here, at least.
Actually, I suggest you just use > unless requested otherwise; - is very distinctive.

>>2880950
What he said. It's great to have some new blood, but even us regulars have to comb old threads for info, especially given the annual nature of this quest. You're going to have to do your due diligence to properly participate.
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"Well, keep it for now." You decline the Relic's return. It wouldn't be any use tracking when your Web would serve far better. "What else did you want to learn from it, anyway?"

"Some experimentation, and something that I'm not sure will pan out." Rinnier shrugged at your refusal, picking up where she left off in the conversation. "I mentioned that I lost some muscle, and it's made me wonder just how complete this change is. If I become someone stronger, do I gain that strength? Does muscle memory carry over? What constitutes an 'identity' in the first place?"

Her explanation carried on freely as the two of you moved through Carona, though pauses and deliberately vague terminology made it more difficult to follow than it necessarily had to have been. A small price to pay for obfuscation you suppose, and several of the questions Rinnier posed were some you had briefly wondered yourself. In a way it was fortunate she held such an interest in testing the limits of the Diary of Reflections - an enthusiasm fueled in part due to her excitement over having access to a Relic at all - but at the same time...

You couldn't help but worry as the thought of how much use she must have put into the Diary of Reflections to test these things, or even what pursuing some of those answers might entail. What did someone have to do in order to determine the criteria which defined identity?

You'd barely used the Diary yourself, but over indulgence in any source of power had rarely come without a cost. You made a point to remind the flame haired Testament to be careful with how she handled the Relic, and though she assured you that she understood... Personal experience left you uneasy.

"You said there was something else you weren't sure about?" You tried to put that vague discomfort behind you, trusting instead in Rinnier's self control and grounded personality.

"You said it was called the Diary of Reflections, right?" She began with rhetoric, "I can't help but feel that means there's something hidden inside."

"Hidden?"

The diary was a book bound in frosted ice, whose pages consisted of little more than sheets of shimmering water. You remember staring into those pages to find the reflection of who you would become, but memories of the Ice Queen's Atelier left you wary at the notion of something being hidden within its pages. The last thing you found hidden from there was its Guardian.

"It's in the name, isn't it? Diary of Reflections. I'm curious if there are any records of its Aeon left within somehow." She subtly tapped the cover of the frigid book hidden on her person. "There's a lot we don't understand about Relics, but one thing that's generally agreed on is that they're created by the Aeons somehow. If this Aeon created a diary, it stands to reason they left something inside it, don't you think?"
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As the two of you talked over her effort to unravel the Diary of Reflection's secrets, the presence of a throng of people caught your roaming eyes.A crowd could be found nestled in a cleared and cleaned space of town, opening up to an array of stalls bearing an assortment of non-perishable goods. Clothes and blankets were chief among them, but tools of varying purpose could be spotted even from this distance.

"Oh, you've not seen the market yet?" Rinnier stopped a few feet ahead of you, glancing back to see what had held you. "It's pretty busy today."

"How are they paying?" It wasn't impossible for a few of Carona's residents to have salvaged their savings through the disaster, but with this many people it boggled the mind. "I thought we were managing the reconstruction effort... Are these merchants?"

"Part of the crafter's council." She corrected, walking back after realizing that your attention wasn't apt to sway soon. "We're handling distribution and handling of most necessities. Food, water, medical treatment... In cooperation with the Shrine, we've been able to shoulder that much on our own." She gestured towards the market, "Carona's a strong community, though. They weren't satisfied relying on us, so the council worked with them to set up this center in order to help distribute other things the people need to help themselves."

"So it's all internal?" You frowned, looking over the lively display of commerce. "There's not been any external trade?"

"...It's complicated." She paused in her explanation, "Carona would have starved months ago without imports, so in that regard we've been able to trade what little funds we've been afforded for the food and medicine we're distributing. The knights have been helping as well, putting their experience with hunting and foraging to good use to make supplies stretch further. A blessing, since Carona as it stands doesn't have any exports to speak of."

"So what's the complication?"

"In the broadest sense, what we're doing is little more than remote purchase. We're trading a finite currency for consumable goods, and the things we purchase are things we've had to take initiative to secure." Your flame-tressed Testament crossed her arms, looking out over the market with difficult expression. "Carona is reaching out, but no one is reaching back."

"Is that something I can fix?" While your own use of the name had held ambivalent results, the Valen name was undeniably effective when wielded appropriately.

"It should have been."
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"Emergencies weren't uncommon in Teranford, and one thing that's always held true is that influence can reliably by converted to currency to some degree. Merchants and businesses are willing to make investments if it means currying favour with someone important. The royal family made certain to remain conscious of this fact, and maintained a healthy relationship with them in order to extend aid where it was needed, as swiftly as possible. I thought the Valen name would have been enough to do the same."

"It should be enough to do the same." You agreed, finding a scowl surfacing through your lips. "What's happening instead?"

"Nothing." Rinnier answered flatly, a hint of deeply seated frustration slipping through her words. "They won't hesitate to take our coin, but none of the surrounding towns and merchants have seemed interested in involving themselves further, favor or no."

"So with nothing to sell, and no one investing..." You surmise unsavorably, "We're clawing at the edge of a pit."

"It's thanks to the knights and the money you found that we've stalled our backslide this long, and even made some progress in getting back up." She forged along, turning away from the market with a shake of her head. "Regardless, the Crafter's council as you may recall is made up of tradesmen from Carona. People with the experience to help Dullem organize the recovery and rebuilding efforts directly, and as luck would have it, they have a degree of savings in the form of credit and favours. They've been cashing those savings in to acquire what you see in the market. Each person armed with a bow, hatchet, or hammer is one more person capable of helping support the town."

You glanced aside, finding Rinnier gesturing for you to follow along. "Where are we going?"

"For a walk, Irue. We're not working today, and that-" She strode back to you, grabbing your hand to pull you along from the market threshold. "-is very obviously work, now move."

>But the market... (Visit market)
>Talk about something else (what?)
>Drag Rinnier somewhere else (where?)
>Other? (write-in)
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>>2881027
Does she have anywhere in mind? If she was just planning on wandering aimlessly then suggest checking to see if the Oakenrue is getting into trouble. I want to hug our monster!

>Talk about something else (what?)
Can we revisit her use of the relic briefly? I'd like to raise the points I brought up in
>>2880936
and ask her to undo her transformation. Be gentle, she's obviously getting something out of this but I want to cut off this avenue of self destructive behavior before she gets hurt, seeing as how she just committed herself to using herself as a test subject to unravel the mysteries of relics. The more likely scenario is that the relic will unravel her, especially if she's playing outside of the rules laid out as a consequence of solving the ateliar.
Honestly I'd prefer to change our mind entirely and just take the relic back like she offered, it would be extremely useful in solving this bandit issue without drenching ourselves in blood, but I know you have a thing about changing our mind.

>Talk about something else (what?)
If she's interested in the relic then there's no harm in sharing what else we know, I guess. We could tell her about the lore we used to solve the ice ateliar, the scary guardian that we found and the rest of the powers in the ice ateliar package. Also, our experience using the relic, when we transformed ourselves into our mother despite not remembering what she looked like. That was weird.
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>>2880882
>I've played on some games on /qst/, and I received feedback and requests from some players and game hosts to avoiding greentexting non-game relevant questions.
So you are Rookie, you lying bastard. Nice to see you.

>Certainly you are all more experienced, well-versed, and most likely skilled at this than I.
You have a fresh eye. It's valuable.

>>2880918
>What's wrong with that?
She wanted to be an adventuring partner, and the proposition insulted her

>How did that happen?
A girl wanted to be friends with us, we saw it only as a probable political trap.

You really should read the archives though, it's a fascinating read.
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>>2881027
>Talk about something else (what?)
About a landing tower for our teleport
About the Ice Queen Atelier in general
About Maran and her suspicious plans
About the Prophet
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>>2881066
I don't know who Rookie is but he never actually denied being that guy.
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>>2881027
>Other? (write-in)

Lets go somewhere to eat, then. Also bring up who would be best suited to go check over our manor for fungible items. Just to keep in mind for later.
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>>2881027
Seconding getting her to undo her transformation. For our date at least.
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>>2881077
Yurifags in bodybags.
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>>2881027
>Go for a walk
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>>2881065
>>2881073
Do we have a destination? If not there's... Food. And checking on an abominable tree monster.

>>2881065
>>2881068
Talking more about the Diary of Reflections and the Ice Queen's Atelier!

>>2881065
>>2881077
Please undo transformation.

>>2881068
Landing tower! Maran's a bitch! Suspicious Prophet!

>>2881097
A walk is fine.

Writing!
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"Do you have a destination for this walk?" You acquiesce without much effort, picking up speed to catch pace with Rinnier once more. "Because I still haven't had breakfast."

"It's not my fault you slept past noon. The rest of Carona is thinking of lunch soon, you know?" Half-joking as your complaint was, Rinnier found no fault in shooting it down while your seemingly aimless walk resumed.

"It's entirely your fault, you even admitted to letting me sleep that late." Never the less, you defended yourself with a faux sort of indignation. One rewarded by the soft groan of your morning companion. "Besides, breakfast is the first meal of the day. Lunch is the second, and dinner the third; No matter what time you eat, the first one is breakfast."

"Those are the words of a habitually lazy person." She offered a dry riposte, raising her shoulders in resignation. "But I'll accept responsibility this time, and think twice before being considerate next time."

"..." You weren't sure if this was a win or loss for you, and quickly lengthened your stride to catch up to Rinnier after your pause. "Fine, we'll compromise with lunch. I'll give up one whole meal."

"Magnanimous." she deadpanned, "I did have a route in mind, but food isn't unreasonable. Today's not meant for strict schedules in the first place."

You tried to pry out further details of the bizarre outing you found yourself on this morning. Mandated days off were not something you found yourself growing comfortable with, as even now you found the list of things you could - probably should - be doing looming in the back of your mind. Unfortunately, such discomforts were a moot point in the face of Rinnier's vigilant enforcement of leisure. Even still, you ultimately found yourself talking about work, and all the things you were going to do. There was so much to do; so much you wanted to do. The longer you found yourself talking about it, the more your mind began to wander - Flitting from topic to topic, and dredging up older memories.

Carona's ruined streets held fragments of familiarity which sparked those errant thoughts from the neatly packed away box of remnants left by your Doppleganger; stories which spilled from your lips almost absent mindedly while you peered through the wreckage to find another shard of the time you'd spent walking these streets.

"Over there is roughly where it takes me." You gestured for Rinnier's attention, directing her here and there as you went. "There were houses here the first two times. I'd get dropped from somewhere further up, hit a roof, then another roof, before I'd finally find the ground."

"And you did this... How many times?"

"Twice. The third time I did it I ended up in the Banshee, and I'm... Not really sure what happened after that." You shrugged off the black out gap in your memories. "Four times if you count when I came back recently."

"...Oh."
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Rinnier's single syllable response summed up an implicit understanding as the two of you looked over the flattened reclamation zone, currently litered with the jagged wreckage of the houses which once stood there. "One of us should talk to Dullem and see to cleaning this place up before you do that a fifth time."

"I kind of want a tower." You took the opportunity to admit, neck craned back to the skies. Your initial wish had been for a large statue of yourself to be erected here, making a rude gesture towards the rest of Carona. To some degree that was still what you'd prefer, but a tower seemed like it had more utility. "...A big one."

"You want to build an entire tower just to catch yourself?" She asked skeptically.

"Well I don't want to keep crash landing every time I come back." You explained plaintively. "I'm going to end up breaking something one day."

"It still seems like a waste." Your redhaired Testament mused heartlessly, "What are we going to do with it after you die?"

"What if I die because I don't have a tower to catch me?" You shot back flatly, "Still, I was thinking it could be used for messenger birds. Or maybe as a barracks? We're going to be rebuilding Carona from the ground up, may as well build it with our presence in mind."

"We're not always going to be housing our knights in the shell of a pub." Rinnier hummed her agreement softly. "A tower though... I don't like them." The unexpected architectural belligerence elicited a curious look, prompting her reluctant explanation. "The ground in Teranford wasn't very cooperative with high centers of gravity, so I've seen a lot of them fall over. They weren't too good at weathering Behemoth attention either, and if a sandlion moved in nearby..."

She trailed off frowning, leaving you to imagine the myriad ways Teranford seemed to hate tall buildings. You'd heard their buildings were made sturdy and squat, often choosing to sprawl across the otherwise expansive desert plains instead of trying to build upward.

"...Are you afraid of heights?"

"I am understandably apprehensive of unsteady platforms." She retorted coolly, ending the conversation with a swish of scarlet as she turned away.
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"...I ran into Maran not long after." One topic chained to another; not necessarily in order. "If I had known what she was up to at the time, I'd have dealt with her when I had the chance."

"You think she was trying to prepare for Artemis' arrival?"

"She said as much. She was in Carona on business for some associates, and considering where she and Caylen disappeared too later..." You found the embers of spite easily on the tip of your tongue while venting about the woman that had somehow captured your cousin's ear. Luna only knew what tripe she had filled it with... And if your suspicions over her allegiances were correct, then that bitter oath could be taken literally. "I heard from the Shrine later that she'd tried to sell them the same Atelier knowledge I had, but I can't figure out where she learned it."

"You found the Diary of Reflections in that Atelier." She mused around your continued fuming. "What was it like?"

"Terrible."

You spat the answer almost reflexively, feeling the acrid disgust for the place welling up in hot pursuit of the memories themselves... And it took you a couple seconds to disassociate your own thoughts of the place from the thick well of ire your doppleganger had felt. What remained were... Sadder memories. More pitiable, to be sure, but tinged unmistakably with disappointment. With disgust. A cold, hollow resignation.

feelings which echoed the sentiments left to you by the Atelier itself.

"It was... Terrible."

"Well... Tell me about it. What did you find inside? Why was it so terrible? What's it like in an Atelier?"

You didn't want to talk about this. Even as you hauled the memories from the blackened box in the back of your mind, the slightest details of your venture within crested to the surface like wayward ghosts haunting a derelict vessel. These memories were private, and the emotions you had been swept up within weren't just yours to share as you pleased.

"I remember every moment she lost a piece of herself. Every hollow lie. Every damn time she told him not to get comfortable..." You inhaled harshly, feeling your chest tremble as the cool air of the Diary of Reflections seemed to burn your lungs in reminder. For all that you had learned in the Atelier, it had left you with more questions, and the only question you had desperately wanted an answer to in the end held a single, depressing implication simply by virtue of the Ice Queen's existence.

How long had she waited for her little brother before becoming what she had?
How many years did she wait in vain?

You gave up, and revelled in your inability to move on! You stopped trying! We believed in you, but you couldn't even believe in yourself! You ran away from it all!

Those exhausted screams still echoed in your thoughts. It would be so easy to say they were your own... But they were one of the few exceptions you couldn't lay claim to.
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"Rinnier, about the diary..." You turned back to her with the dispersed Shade apparition's words still prominent in your thoughts. "Please don't push its boundaries. I don't know what you're getting out of your transformation, but the instructions I gave you were the way it was meant to be used. The further you deviate from that, I-"

You paused, finding the familiar contours of your late sister's bracelet under your fingertips all but instinctively.

"-I don't-"

"Alright." She interrupted you calmly, "Admittedly, I'm still curious about what the extent of its powers are, but if you're worried then... I'll trust you know more about the dangers of the Diary than I do."

"...That's it?" You had braced yourself to try and talk her down, extol the cautions of power with a cost, and ultimately put your foot down.

"That's it." She affirmed simply. "I don't know if what I'm doing now counts as being outside of that boundary, though. Is it wrong to be a younger version of myself? Does it have to be someone else?" Rinnier tapped the frigid cover of the book through her clothes, "Where is the line drawn differentiating identity?"

You offered a wholly unhelpful, and mildly awkward, shrug. You didn't know where the boundaries of the diary lay, precisely. You probably wouldn't know until the cost for misusing it came calling.

"I'll give it back to you later tonight." Rinnier continued with mild reluctance, rubbing at her shoulder wistfully. "I'm not interested in being anyone else, so I can't think of a use for it offhand."

"Why be younger, though?" You finally asked, trying to puzzle out why she'd wanted the Diary of Reflections, only to be disinterested in discarding herself in its pages.

"I told you, less weight on my shoulders." She crossed her arms under her chest, hefting it pointedly. "They're smaller."

You were leaving.

"Be me for a week and see if you don't do it!"

You wanted your concern back.
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Pausing here, as the skyfire rises and the update was getting long enough as it was. I'll finish it up later today.

Sorry!
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Looks like my vote inadvertently soured Irue's mood, sorry guys! Although desu Rinnier shares a lot of that blame, can't believe she was using the byproduct of mortal transcendence to the divine because she was tired of carrying around her fat fucking tits.

Is our date with Rinnier really over though? We're not actually leaving, right?
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>>2881280
>Soured mood

Aside from faedka, bitter lemons is another part of our diet that we never realize we eat.

>Is our date with Rinnier really over though?
She's light as a feather, she will catch up to us with ease.
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>>2881247
>"I told you, less weight on my shoulders." She crossed her arms under her chest, hefting it pointedly. "They're smaller."
>You were leaving.
She used an artifact to make her boobs smaller for a little while? I thought you were better than that, Rinnier.
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>>2881247
. . . Did she just call us flat?

We should immediately use it to appear as Rinnier.

Later we should see if Asche can use it. If so, I wonder how she would do at infiltrating the rebels with it.

Fuck me, we should do that with someone who we kill with Markovic.
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>>2881381
It wasn't intentional, doesn't come up often but none of the characters seem to know if Irue is male or female. I've been meaning to correct this and shatter Riz's bizarre androgyny fueled magical realm but I slept through the last time it came up in a way it could be addressed.

>>2881370
I know, right? I could understand if she was using it to get laid on the sly or see what having a cock feels like or a combination thereof but I didn't expect her to be so petty.
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>>2881414
NEPHEW.

> Implying Rinnier doesn't have a big futa cock
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>>2881431
Futafags deserve to be gassed
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>>2881414
But anon, Irue is obviously a golem
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>>2882034
I do not like this.
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>>2882034
This is the first time I've reported a post in years.
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>>2882042
I felt bad as soon as I posted it. But you know, "gassed".

So I thought a Braap post would be appropriate.
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>>2882047
I dunno. I have been awake for WAY too long.
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>>2882078
Go to sleep anon, and delete deviantart from your favourites.
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>>2882109
Oh you silly Billy.

It's from /tv/. Although this one I got from a post someone made in Necromancer Detective Quest.
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>>2882132
That sounds like an ...interesting premise.
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>>2882181
Mostly it's the MC being shit and having to save people he hates for surprisingly some thanks, although they'll still kill him at the drop of a hat for being a necromancer.
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>>2882181
Necromancer is actually really damn good. Definitely up there among the better stuff on the board. It just has such an unfortunate title, I think most people just ignore it because of that alone.

When you read necromancer you think of people being stupid evil and randumb, not... what we got. He's a poor sap getting himself in trouble and spending half the time trying to solve it, and the other half hiding that he's a necromancer because even one-legged orphans would kill his ass if they found out.
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>>2882255
Reminds me a little of Dungeon Life Quest. MC was a necromancer in a world where they fit a sort of shaman-type role in local communities. Necromancers weren't bad, just another part of daily life.
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>>2882255
I've heard a lot of praise for Necromancer Detective, and have admittedly not gotten around to reading it for similar reasons. I wasn't currently feeling "undead" as a theme, so I put it in my backlog. I'm glad the QMs found some success with it though, it's got... about 20 threads out now? Probably a good time to read through it.

Anyway, I've eaten and settled down. Going to get writing and resume shortly.
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>>2882282
It's better than DLQ. More tightly run, for one.

My only problem is that I often miss the threads because life.
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>>2882282
I liked DLQ a lot, until the end where he completely dropped the ball with Jack.

One thing with DLQ was that all the players had a mission to subvert the evil necromancer type, and it was like an essay of "we're actually the good guy" tropes. Most decisions were just p&p gamers trying to diplomance and "win" at everything.

In ND we're a paranoid outlaw with PTSD doing bad shit to survive and act as the good guy in public because it's the only way to avoid the gallows. It's very nice.
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>>2882349
And thank god for that.

I never even finished DLQ because I just got sick of the moral righteousness and excessive time spent on being a complete and total Mary Sue.

Honestly once I samefagged the boaralisk into being awesome I no longer gave a fuck about progressing. The Ice level was the best level.

I guess my final complaint is that although so much of the quest was focused on character development and exploration, the MC was never objectively wrong or failed in that sense. The villains were comical, if not cartoonish, cliches in terms of morals and goals.

The most interesting character was the ship that had to eat souls.
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>>2882361
I haven't read his new quest at all, because I'm worried it's all the same players doing the same shit all over again, except this time in a setting with ONLY snowflakes. It's probably full of trannies and casual polygamy too, because if he could put that in a medieval setting he sure can in changeling.
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>>2882393
His Changeling: The Lost quest is much better than DLQ.

The setting is much tighter, the power levels are more balanced, there's an actual system for Diplomancing so it's not as broken as in DLQ, NPcs have much more development apart from the MC, and he's learned to integrate failing forward into the narrative.

> except this time in a setting with ONLY snowflakes.

I mean, that IS Changeling. To be fair at least this time they're damaged and broken snowflakes that actually have difficulty reconciling that with integrating into society.

I mean, I'm a bisexual dude who's been in Poly relationships (and honestly? Waaaaay too much effort. It's doable, but fuck me that's a lot of work.) and still does the occasional munch. I'm not really turned off by that.

But I do find it hilarious that the MC is the most cliche bull dyke, after DLQ's unicorn lipstick lesbians.


Anyways, if we're going to go off on another dudes quest we should take it to the general.
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>>2882422
>we should take it to the general.
You're fine! It's interesting seeing what other quests people who play Valen enjoy. It's not like the general has ever been a fertile ground for productive conversations, anyway.
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>>2882431
I only picked up your quest because I thought it was a Hive Queen Quest spinoff.
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>>2882444
Oh...
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>>2882448
He didn't say he regretted it.

I've been here since you were sad about not having players. AKA the beginning.

This is easily, far and away the most emotionally satisfying and draining quest I've played.
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>>2882431
I think I just picked it off the catalog one day, but it's been a long time now.
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>>2882444
...

How the hell did that happen? Are you on the Olympic team for mental gymnastics?

>>2882422
It doesn't bother me per se, but once you add sexuality and romance, shippers flood in from everywhere and build mountains out of molehills. Give them an inch and all that.

Even if it's never acknowledged by the QM it's fucking grating to see the bickering, or heaven forbid, when they all agree with each other.
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>>2881018
To this quest I am. I got the impression this was a detective or puzzle quest from how it was portrayed.

>>2881066
-So you are Rookie, you lying bastard. Nice to see you.
That’s a bit of a conclusion to draw.

>>2881020
-Interesting, I've never heard anyone complain about greentexting like that, though I could see it in very high postcount threads. It's not an issue here, at least.
It’s mostly for non-quest games on /qst/, like civs or skirmishes, because of how there’s a specific format to those actions or votes. I could see it being the case here during Forgettings, depending on how the QM filters through stuff to determine what’s relevant.
-Actually, I suggest you just use > unless requested otherwise; - is very distinctive.
Distinctive in a bad way? I thought it'd make it easier.

>>2881280
-Looks like my vote inadvertently soured Irue's mood, sorry guys!
>>2881247
-You wanted your concern back.
We got an amusing scene out of it at least.
>>2881285
-Aside from faedka, bitter lemons is another part of our diet that we never realize we eat.
heh

>>2881020
>What he said. It's great to have some new blood, but even us regulars have to comb old threads for info, especially given the annual nature of this quest. You're going to have to do your due diligence to properly participate.
>>2881066
>You really should read the archives though, it's a fascinating read.
Right. I’ll duck out until I catch up, since I can’t seem to do much.
Before I leave, anything I should be looking for? Faedka secrets? If so, should I paste any relevant information onto the thread or wait for the thread’s end? It sounds like the QM called the Faedka secrets an unmarked Forgetting.

>>>2882034(Dead)#
What happened here?

>>2882431
>It's not like the general has ever been a fertile ground for productive conversations, anyway.
I came here from it being discussed on /qtg/.
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>>2882512
Why are you the way that you are
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>>2882515
What?
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>>2882459
HQQ already had a spin-off at the time and the Valen race were pretty popular among players so when I saw the word Valen that's where my mind went, since it's a completely made up word that I'd never seen before HQQ. Added to that,the (still inexplicable) OP image looked like the sort of weird clan insignias they were described as having. I came expecting scifi economic shadowruns featuring jewish caricatures but I found only suffering.

>>2882448
I hate to break it to you Riz but advertising isn't your strong suit. I'm still here though, if that counts for anything!

>>2882519
I think he means that you talk like a chatbot.
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>>2882459
I'm just happy that we ended up with Erin in CSQ

>>2882512
- Distinctive in a bad way? I thought it'd make it easier.


Why don't you just namefag already. I recommend using Salamandra.
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>>2882524
>I came expecting scifi economic shadowruns featuring jewish caricatures but I found only suffering.

So you found exactly what you expected?
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>>2882524
>I think he means that you talk like a chatbot.
How so?

>>2882525
>Why don't you just namefag already.
I don't see a reason to.
>I recommend using Salamandra.
>Salamandra
Good one.
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>>2882534
Oh come on you're doing it on purpose now
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>>2882537
Which part gives you that impression? It’s just a writing style.
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>>2882544
>It’s just a writing style.
To me at least.
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>>2882534
>>I recommend using Salamandra.
>>Salamandra
>Good one.

EVERYONE IS SALAMANDRA.
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It really shows how slow this board is with how easily this thread got transformed into a dumpster.
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>>2882552
Why can't you just write like normal people?
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>>2882567
Like what?
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>>2882571
NORMAL. PEOPLE.
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>>2882566
It happens on any thread, really.

>>2882576
In what sense?
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>>2882512
>Distinctive in a bad way? I thought it'd make it easier.
As you can see with the Salamandra thing (and the "talk normally" thing), being overtly distinctive without a real reason is considered... impolite on 4chins. It extends out of the whole anonymous thing. Riz uses a name and tripcode because he's got a valid reason as the QM, for instance. If he posts elsewhere, I assume he takes the name off. I've seen quests where drawfags take names for similar reasons. Somethings they only use the names while posting art.
TL;DR anything distinctive on 4chan can be considered bad as a general rule, yes.

>>2882580
You've got a formal style to your writing, I think. Maybe try for a more casual style?
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>>2882524
>Valen race

It's been so long since HQQ stopped that I forgot about them. When I think HQQ it's bugs and Lyle. Now that you mention it, I think it was similar for me. I had picked up HQQ and always glossed over Valen because... To be honest, I just don't understand what the deal is with the op picture. I saw it countless times on tg too but that damn picture... Ithink seeing valen in HQQ is what eventually made me open a thread.

>>2882566
Well yeah that guy really found a way to rile others up
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>>2882544
I'm not gonna dissect your posts man, but the most amusing example to me is that every time that poor fuck asks if you're Rookie you give a non definitive statement that answers nothing and sounds like it was spat out of an algorithm.

>anything I should be looking for?
As far as archive binging goes? Don't approach this quest as a series of Questions that require Answers, everything is filtered through Irue's (extremely limited and naive) perspective.
Riz likes to remind us that new information will re contextualize previously acquired information, sometimes Irue will pick up on this but most of the time it's up to us to put the pieces together, so it's important that you take a holistic view of things as opposed to viewing things too systematically.
As far as playing goes? This 20 questions shit'll get real old real quick. Try to reign it in a bit.
>In what sense?
>Like what?
>Which part gives you that impression?
>Distinctive in a bad way?
>End of what?
>y tho
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>>2882580
> https://www.autismspeaks.org/

Seriously, I'm about to go back to Braap posting.
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>>2882646
reconsider, i beg you
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>>2882604 >>2882613
Thanks for giving a clear, comprehensive answer. I’ll take it into consideration.
Were my questions not complete enough? I’m not sure why some others were being so obtuse about it. Like >>2882646.
>>2882612
>I'm not gonna dissect your posts man,
That’s fine, I don’t expect you to. I was hoping for a sentence on any patterns that you found irritating, which you went into more than enough detail for.

>>2882604
>As you can see with the Salamandra thing (and the "talk normally" thing), being overtly distinctive without a real reason is considered... impolite on 4chins.
>TL;DR anything distinctive on 4chan can be considered bad as a general rule, yes.
Huh. I thought it was anything that's considered attention-seeking. I didn’t consider what I was doing as attention-seeking.
>It extends out of the whole anonymous thing. Riz uses a name and tripcode because he's got a valid reason as the QM, for instance. If he posts elsewhere, I assume he takes the name off. I've seen quests where drawfags take names for similar reasons. Somethings they only use the names while posting art.
The name and tripcode part I already understood, since that means taking on an identity.

>You've got a formal style to your writing, I think.
I don't see how a formal style is bad. I picked it because I thought it'd be easier to understand, and what you see is what I understood to be feedback on it over time. Nor does it seem that much different from everyone else’s writing style. Same with going out of my way to edit out the greentext to replace it with stuff like “-” for quotes.
However, what you said puts that into perspective, and is the first time I was requested to switch out of it. So I’ll take that into consideration.
>Maybe try for a more casual style?
Normally I only use that when jesting, but I can do it more often if everyone's so bothered by it.
For a casual style, what would you prefer? Something with more grammatical and spelling errors?

>>2882613
>As far as archive binging goes? Don't approach this quest as a series of Questions that require Answers, everything is filtered through Irue's (extremely limited and naive) perspective.
>Riz likes to remind us that new information will re contextualize previously acquired information, sometimes Irue will pick up on this but most of the time it's up to us to put the pieces together, so it's important that you take a holistic view of things as opposed to viewing things too systematically.
That’ll be difficult for me, since that goes against my typical playstyle and preferences. I’ll try to, given how this quest operates differently from others.
>As far as playing goes? This 20 questions shit'll get real old real quick. Try to reign it in a bit.
That’s fair. Most of the questions I asked are to understand the mechanics, and the more recent ones were personal questions directed at me. I avoid asking questions otherwise, unless it’s for a conversation or plan.
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>>2882612
>Well yeah that guy really found a way to rile others up
I did? I thought the others were joking.

>>2882613
>but the most amusing example to me is that every time that poor fuck asks if you're Rookie you give a non definitive statement that answers nothing and sounds like it was spat out of an algorithm.
I took as something we were playing around about, since he wasn’t stating on who he meant by “Rookie.” I figured it could’ve been another character or player from this quest that I hadn’t heard of, or a nickname.

>>2882646
Have fun.
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>>2882671
>Huh. I thought it was anything that's considered attention-seeking. I didn’t consider what I was doing as attention-seeking.
Being distinctive can be considered attention-seeking, intended or not. I think it assumes by not blending in, you're trying to draw attention. We're wandering into more murky territory here though, so take that with a grain of salt.

>I don't see how a formal style is bad.
It's not bad in an of itself, but it feeds back into the distinctive thing. I think part of it is that you've drawn attention to yourself at the moment; you're style is unusual, but not that unusual. Give it time, maybe cut down on the amount of posts for a while, and you won't stick out as much.
>For a casual style,
I personally tend to write like I talk, with plenty of contractions and a slight stream of consciousness. Only bother correcting grammar that makes it difficult to understand what you're saying. Writing tone is a difficult thing to pin down though, and I'm not an english major, so this is best attempt, not word of God.
Let's see if I can casualize an example:
>Normally I only use that when jesting, but I can do it more often if everyone's so bothered by it.
>I usually only use it when joking, but I can use it more often if it bugs people.
Someone else will have to say if I actually succeeded.


Lastly, don't forget you're on 4chan, home of anon. Many people are dicks just because they can. Though /qst/ tends to have a lower proportion than other boards.
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>>2882727
Please stop replying to autism-kun.
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>>2882740
It's hard, because on hand I want more people to share in and enjoy the quest.

But his autism triggers my autism.
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What was Carona before all of this?

In most directions you looked there were people working together to clear rubble, a task which would have been completed already if they weren't doubly obligated to search through it for salvage. Some streets had been completely buried beneath blown over buildings, but it wasn't as if you'd spent long enough in this town to have any nostalgia over what used to be there. This place wasn't your home, and if pressed you couldn't even claim it was somewhere you cared for. What few memories you had of these streets were less than inspiring, after all.

But the people who worked under the midday sun weren't like you. Many of them had lived here their entire lives, and those same meaningless ruins were the ruins of their lives. Ruins which they laughed over while you passed, trading jokes about the way things used to be. There was grit to be found in their faces as they worked, hoisting support beams hand in hand from the earth to be piled elsewhere.

It left a strange feeling coiling in your gut as you watched on from the cleared streets. That empathy and communion were something you couldn't connect with, soured by your experiences here as you were... But they dashed the ever present cloud of gloom that always reared its stormy head when you considered this place. There was an open sky, and people willing to get their own hands dirty to pull it up once more - People who wouldn't accept just sitting back and complaining as someone else fixed their problems.

You didn't hate these people. All of the time spent working to rip out the rebellious saboteurs in the shadows of this place made it easy to feel nothing but contempt for any and everything affilitated with Carona... But how many of the people living here were really part of that? How many of them cared about that ongoing struggle of loyalties and authority?

"So are you going to explain why you were upset?"

Rinnier nudged you out of the aimless reverie over Carona's people, prodding you for answers to the soured mood not long ago. One that you'd found receding quicker than you'd expected after the moment passed. You would admit, if only to yourself, that at least part of it had been a jerk reaction to having your concerns misplaced.

"Relics are dangerous." You answered tiredly, thinking over how to properly explain this. "They have specific uses. Things they're meant to be used for. They can do more, but doing so..."

You paused, feet dragging to a stop on the cracked cobblestone streets as a decision finally settled in your mind.
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"You asked what defined 'identity'... And I don't know. I don't know if what you're doing is dangerous or not. I do know is that the Diary of Reflections doesn't care who you are; it doesn't care what identity you have, or what you were when you started using it. What I'm afraid of... Is that when you dig too far, and lose sight of who you were - Who you are - that it won't turn you back. I refuse to believe that the changes are only skin deep."

"If that's the case, wouldn't what I'm doing be safer than the alternative?" Rinnier posed her hypothesis neutrally, "I like who I am. I don't see the appeal in becoming someone else. Does becoming myself change who I am?"

"I don't know." You repeated plainly, "But by the time we find out, the damage will already be done."

You learned that the hard way, and were still dealing with the scars left behind. Would the Diary of Reflections be just as dangerous?

"I may have overreacted. The more enthusiastic you got, the more it reminded me of something else, and I was worried you might drown in it. The idea that you're risking that just to..." You gestured towards her chest exasperatedly. "I didn't think you'd do something so petty with a Relic."

"I thought it was more pragmatic than anything else." She defended herself idly, "It seemed like a pretty harmless thing to do, compared to becoming someone else entirely... But if you're worried misusing like that might have repercussions, then I understand why you were so serious about it."

"Pragmatic how?"

"...Look, these aren't a fun time." She groused irritably. "It's not like I'm trying to run away from who I am, or indulge in some kind of escapism with the Relic. They get in the way when I fight, it's a pain to breathe when I bind them, and I haven't managed to go through a day handling diplomatic affairs and correspondence behind a desk without getting a splitting headache for months. I hardly call trying to fix that 'petty'."

"I... Guess?" You're not entirely sure how to engage in this conversation. "Sorry?"

She shook her head, motioning for you to follow when the two of you resumed walking. "It's not worth getting hung up on... Though it'd be funny to see how you deal with it."

"I don't want to."
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"Where were you planning on us going today, anyway?"

You glanced over to Rinnier as the man you'd been speaking to returned to work. He was one of many who introduced himself today, with no other purpose to his greeting than to thank you. Getting through the interaction had been bizarre at first, and while it got easier as the day went on, it was no less strange to you to receive gratitude from people you'd never met.

"Here and there." She answered vaguely, "We can drop in on Dullem, if you want?"

"And do what?"

"Talk to him, see what he's doing." She suggested, standing just ahead of you.

The last time you spoke to the man, he'd explained how your knights were struggling to find a purpose. Even if they keenly felt the debt and obligation to be loyal to you, many of them simply... Couldn't understand you. When they looked to you as a leader, what they saw was, instead, an enigma. It was fortunate that their talents could be put to use aiding Carona, as it adequately gave them something tangible to pour their efforts into - Something to justify their employ under your wing - But the closer this town came to recovery, and the more its citizens stood on their own feet, the more apt your knights were to resume questioning what they were here for.

It was a problem you hadn't started towards solving, and much like your fumbling over Fen's fiancee earlier, it was something you weren't even sure where to begin with.

"Well if you don't want to do that, what else do you have in mind?" Rinnier set a hand on her hip, "What did you used to do in your spare time?"

"I studied Mana." And it had unexpectedly served you rather well, all things considered. You can't imagine having come out of two Atelier in one piece if you hadn't had a decent understanding of what they were going in. "...And napped."

"...You're really bad at this." your red haired Testament deadpanned.

"Well what did you do?" you crossed your arms a little more defensively than necessary. She smirked, a response already forming on her lips- Only to catch there, leaving her brows to knit together contemplatively. "Well?"

"I... Trained with my lance." She admitted slowly, "...Maybe we're both bad at this."

"You didn't have any friends to go see? Games to play?" You stood across from her, now thinking back to your own time spent before the Rite. True to form you had spent much of it studying in some fashion, but Asche had been there as well. She'd always been there, and had silently indulged in whatever whim drove you from day to day. Even if those whims mostly consisted of futile attempts to meditate in some new fashion.

"Ah... Most of my friends were palace guards, or soldiers." Rinnier admitted after a time. "Sometimes tutors. My brothers were very protective when I was younger."

>Pry into her family life
>Talk about someone specific (who?)
>Suggest an activity
>Visit Dullem
>Other? (write-in)
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>>2882842
>Pry into her family life

With our typical tact, hopefully bolstered by our "social" mood.
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>>2882842
I want to suggest going and doing something fun, but there's not going to be much of anything with the town stuff torn up, and it might be bad form to be seen playing while the townspeople are rebuilding.
Rinnier may be a firebrand, but she's good people, and just having someone to talk to that we don't have to worry about shadowruns with seems to be helping Rue considerably.
>Suggest an activity
I dunno, talk a walk outside the walls? Did we ever recover OakenRue?

On the way to wherever we end up going,
>>Pry into her family life
But don't be too nosy; I seem to recall her clamming up on us in the past when we pushed too hard.
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>>2882727
>I personally tend to write like I talk, with plenty of contractions and a slight stream of consciousness. Only bother correcting grammar that makes it difficult to understand what you're saying. Writing tone is a difficult thing to pin down though, and I'm not an english major, so this is best attempt, not word of God.
I'm already trying to keep a consistent style and write in such a manner. I can see the complications stemming from treating game discussion as something warranting a formal or serious style, instead of a casual one for humor as before.
I suppose I’ll attempt to stick to my more casual one, in the manner I would poorly inject humor.
>Let's see if I can casualize an example:
The only difference I can see is using simpler vocabulary, which I wasn’t because I was attempting to vary my speech to keep it from being tedious.

>Lastly, don't forget you're on 4chan, home of anon.
I’m well aware of that.
>Many people are dicks just because they can.
In most cases, from my knowledge and experience, people are being dicks because they’re frustrated. In fewer cases it’s because it somehow gets results, and said behavior gets reinforced. It’s rare for me to find someone who does it simply to be dicks, which from what I’ve been told, is because it’s “fun,” or they delight in schadenfreude. In said cases it’s most often blatant.
>Though /qst/ tends to have a lower proportion than other boards.
True, which is a part of why I don’t think being a dick for the sake of it is the case here.

>>2882745
>It's hard, because on hand I want more people to share in and enjoy the quest.
Not answering would help you enjoy the quest more?
>But his autism triggers my autism.
I wasn’t aware of how much I was detracting from others’ enjoyment of this quest. My apologies if that’s the case.
I don’t have much else to say or ask, and everything else has already been covered.
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>>2882842
>Suggest an activity
Is there a local orphanage? Maybe we should go visit. I mean that could be fun right? We should help out to, if we can.
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>>2882842
>Pry into her family life
Family life has been happening pretty far out of arms reach for a long time now in Irue's world, it makes sense for her to be curious about this now that Rinnier brought it up.

>Talk about someone specific (who?)
She seems to have made friends with Ari, at least Ari seems to think so.

>Suggest an activity
Suggest a short nap together to trigger hearts in harmony, warn her that it's a bit invasive though. I'm confident Irue trusts Rinnier enough, so it'd be up to her more or less, if she finds the power appealing enough to try.
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>>2882842
>>2882906
Just adding to the family thing, be ready to share what we remember of our family life if she asks
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>>2882906
>hearts in harmony
I don't think there's a benefit to doing that. I'd rather we talk about the past. I'd also not rather lose our connection with Ari.

What dose Hearths in Harmony do again? It's not on the ability list.
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>>2882924
It forms a connection with a person that we sleep with. allowing us to feel each other's emotions and allows them to use our powers, it lats 24 hours and Ari didn't renew it with us this time so we're no longer connected to her.

As for why, it's sharing for the sake of sharing I guess, pretty much like the rest of this thread so far. It would also be a pretty big gesture for the notoriously guarded Irue. We haven't used it willingly yet.
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>>2882932
>We haven't used it willingly yet.
Haven't we? On Ari? I'm pretty sure that was deliberate.

I'm not against it per see, but I think it's a bit unnecessary. We're going to be sharing things about our pasts in a moment. You know, talking like normal people. Not using magical powers that could have devastating side effects for using them to much.
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>>2882943
No, we've collapsed next to Ari out of exhaustion twice in a row. Ari sleeps next to us by default. I wonder why it didn't trigger this time?
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>>2882953
Relic interference? too tired to dream?
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>>2882962
Wait, how do we know we didn't trigger it?
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>>2882968
You can feel it. It's not in the forefront of your mind, but it's a thread you're aware of. Irue, specifically, is adept at feeling it since it's similar to A Spider's Web.

And the other anon is correct, it is not currently in effect.
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>>2882973
Uh. Why do I feel like we should go lookfor Ari? She's safe right? Behind walls? Surrounded by knights and demihumans?

Wait, that didn't work out last time. But there are no walking trees here to kidnap her right? Right?

It's fine. We probably just didn't sleep next to each other. Calm down. CALM DOWN GUYS.
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>>2882982

It's fine, she definitely didn't have anything bad happen last time she ran off.

Seriously though, she's actually probs fine.
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>>2882860
>>2882874
>>2882906
Prying into family!

>>2882874
A walk beyond the walls! Also no, but Oakenrue is liable to be arriving any time.

>>2882886
>Is there an orphanage
If there wasn't before your Rite ended, there is now!

>>2882906
Nap time! Also magical bindings may occur. Given you just woke up not terribly long ago, a nap isn't in the immediate cards.

Here we go!
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You guys ever wonder what Irue looks like when she's sleeping? I bet she makes cute noises when she’s dreaming about mana or whatever bookworms think about. She looks like the type of girl who would cheer you up in the darkest of days and fail completely as she trips over her words. Imagine falling asleep beside her listening to her soft breathing and synchronizing with her with Hearts in Harmony. I bet you can make her blush furiously just by thinking about going out on a romantic date with her or kissing her. She’d definitely hit you out of embarrassment if you ever have any salacious thoughts.

And then she’d get mad at you because you’re thinking about these things and you won’t stop even though she’s pleading you to because the face she makes when you tease her is just too cute. Of course after a few hours of merciless teasing you’d relent, but you made her too angry. Irue’s telling you that she won’t synchronize with you again no matter what and says she’s unhappy with you. You don’t want to hurt her any more so you apologize and agree. She’ll probably shyly give you a goodbye kiss.

Imagine sneaking into her room at night to sleep by her side anyways because you can’t fall asleep without listening to her soft murmurs anymore. You’d accidentally activate Hearts in Harmony, of course, but she won’t notice because you wake up first because you want to watch her sleep some more. I bet her sleeping face is beautiful with the morning sun. You’d definitely watch it for hours as she finally wakes up, surprising you since you forgot to sneak back out. She’ll definitely be surprised to find you pinning her arms to the bed before she realizes what’s happening, and she’d definitely try to say something but you’d easily quiet her by covering her lips with yours.

Surely the maid won’t know anything, since you’d be pushing her face into the sheets and making her bite down while you undress her. Imagine enacting out those thoughts from the day before, quieting her screams by clamping your hands on her throat. You’d definitely get too carried away and realize you overdid it when you’re done, so you’d get her dog to dig you a hole and tell her to distract the maid by telling her the maid has treats hidden away somewhere. It might be hard cutting the body up so you can move it to the hole, but she’s small so it won’t be that much of a problem. You’ll miss her, but there’s much you can do.

But guys, do you ever wonder what Ari looks like when she’s sleeping? I bet she makes cute noises when she’s dreaming about trees or whatever little girls think about.
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>>2883077
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>>2883077
What the hell is going on in this thread I dont remember valen archives being this autistic
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>>2883097

Just relax. It's exciting to fans and troll alike. It'll calm down, especially if you go about your normal buisness and keep the (you)'s for Riz and her merry band of amnesiacs.
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>>2883104
>It's exciting to fans and troll alike.
The return of Valen Quest, or the (You)s from agitation?
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>>2883107

Probably both, but I meant the first one.
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>>2883077
Are you on crack? That's not how Hearts in Harmony works, and we avoided the Yandere Ari ending.

Instead we're getting something "interesting".
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>>2883077
Also Irue is surprisingly good at unarmed combat and would probably wreck Ari.

She 1v1 an Oakenbear.
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Holy fuck guys. What is even happening here now. What's with these fartposters and sex-obsessed maniacs. What's with ganging up on a guy for his writing style. What the fuuuuuck.
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>>2883125
That wasn't Irue. That was some kind of crazy, third person thing where her near indestructible body went on autopilot while she had no idea what happened.

Red meat is one hell of a drug
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>>2883125

It's been a while, but "1v1"ing an apparition using an artifact that has power over it while completely out of her gourd does not make you a martial artist.

She's never won a physical engagement. She's either turned the tables so that martial prowess is no longer the deciding factor, retreated or called for backup.
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>>2883125
>Also Irue is surprisingly good at unarmed combat
Rue is a squishy, unathletic noble.

>She 1v1 an Oakenbear.
And she lost. Badly. If Rinneir hadn't shown up at the right time, we'd be playing as her now.
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>>2883135
Murdered the fuck out of the Mayor.

That was actually rather traumatic for her.
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>>2883138
Rue has been living a pretty harsh and athletic life lately. I don't know how accurate that is anymore.

We should probably start exercising with Rinnier though.

Or immediately be hypocritical and cheat by using the Diary to turn into SwoleRue
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>>2883139

We're remembering that encounter differently. It's a wonder Irue didn't loose teeth. In the end, he was simply left to die.
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>>2883141

As useful as that sounds, the last thing in the world I want Irue Valen to do is erode her identity any more than she already has.

Growth, i can appreciate; she's learning and growing up as best as she can in a rather unforgiving environment.

But she needs to stay Valen, and more importantly, she needs to stay Irue.

Also, remember that Irue is allergic to weapons, and the act of using anything as one. Something's seriously up with that, but for now, we need to keep that in mind.
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>>2883132
>What is even happening here now.
>>2883027
>Here we go!
We're on Irue Valen's Wild Ride.

>>2883149
>Also, remember that Irue is allergic to weapons, and the act of using anything as one. Something's seriously up with that, but for now, we need to keep that in mind.
This sounds like something a Fae would be allergic to. Unusual rules, or something like cold iron. Maybe a Fae weakness or contract.
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>>2883149
>Also, remember that Irue is allergic to weapons, and the act of using anything as one.
>>2883153
>This sounds like something a Fae would be allergic to
It's due to the bracelet, I believe. Someday we're finally get Asche to tell us how to use it properly.
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>>2883156
Actually, could we add "Make Asche explain everything about the bracelet" to the notes?
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>>2883166
Yes
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>>2883166
That's not a bad idea. Apparently it's been delayed for a while, and opportunities have been declined.
>>2878502
>Memo:
>1.
>2.
>3. Mim said "When are you going to tell her?" Tell what to whom?
There's still space in the Memo. I'll back it if it requires a vote.
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>>2883166

It's not that I doubt Asche, but she's a bit biased towards keeping Irue alive: Let's try, but I don't expect this is simply a shelved exposition scene.
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>>2883166
>>2883173
>>2883175
Memo:
1. Make Asche explain everything about the bracelet
2.
3. Mim said "When are you going to tell her?" Tell what to whom?
Updated!

In other news, apparently I will be experiencing ~40mph+ winds and heavy rains over the next few days. It appears I have angered the curse.
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>>2883166
We've got the spare slots, why not.
We have pushed her a little in the past though, and been stonewalled. I'm not sure how to pry it out of her, short of childishly holding ourselves hostage one way or another.
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>>2883180
>Updated!
That was much faster than I expected. I figured we’d have to wait until the next prompt to get the chance to.

>In other news, apparently I will be experiencing ~40mph+ winds and heavy rains over the next few days. It appears I have angered the curse.
You fool! You should’ve gone back into hiding! Is this about that hurricane?
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>>2883183
The memo is a meta thing to help anons remember things, so they have full control over it basically whenever.

And yes, hurricanes inbound. Back to my embarrassingly long attempts to write.
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>>2883186
>And yes, hurricanes inbound. Back to my embarrassingly long attempts to write.
It seems you'll suffer the same fate as the Fallout New Vegas: Empire of One QM. I’ll take this chance to pay my respects.
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Another thing I want on the memo, which can be dealt with quickly, is send a letter to request monetary aid from our uncle and ask him what the fucking deal with the fae was and why no one told us. He's maintaining the library he should be able to tell us /something/. Either way, we need cash and we are the family head.

We did become head right, when we finished the testament?
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>>2883194
Irue noted that she wasnt given the "head' status by aunt clara after the Rite
Which is confuses me since according to feudal laws regencies come to an end as soon as the ruler comes of age
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>>2883194
I believe we sent a request when we first realized how bad things were here, but got denied. I'd bet we'll have to pay them a visit to get anything more than a dismissal.

>>2883197
Auntie screwed us over. Either she didn't give up the regency, or she "did" give it up, but not really, while simultaneously forcing this town on us. She was the one that sent us to this hellhole, and if we were the actual head, she wouldn't have had that power.
But we don't really have the force of arms to enforce our claim as rightful head, and are in no position to change that, so we're stuck here, in the ruin of a town we hate.
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>>2883201
>But we don't really have the force of arms to enforce our claim as rightful head, and are in no position to change that, so we're stuck here, in the ruin of a town we hate.
>>2878987
>non-hostile. She grew up in a mansion with a silent maid. She is not well adjusted. Thanks Auntie.
>>2879450
>and how being our maid is probably more dangerous than being a guard.
This sounds like something she would do.
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>>2883201
We really have to have a direct confrontation with her about that. Last time she pointed out that we were happy to stay there and didn't venture forth on our own initiative, but for gods sake we were a child.

We aren't one now, though, and while we appreciate the support she's suddenly started giving us we sure as hell can't trust her unless she comes clean about why she failed so hard in her role as our guardian.

It's clearly not because she's incompetent, but I mean on the other hand her son DID get mixed up with weird cultists. So maybe she is just really bad with children.

Or maybe she hated our parents and just didn't give a damn about us other than the bare minimum.
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>>2883215
>Or maybe she hated our parents
Her and our mother were rivals, apparently. One of the writeups shows it, but I can't find it at the moment. I've suspected she neglected us partly as revenge, and partly because she just wanted the power.


Sidenote, what are the Valen's holdings? A Duchy? A County? We mentioned regencies, but was she acting as a regent or was she the actual ruler? It'd depend on the succession laws, I guess. I've been playing CK2 recently, can you tell?
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>>2883223
>>2878450
>Irue's Memoires - http://pastebin.com/sWnicrK7
>While your memories of your parents have long grown hazy over the years, she had always been a close confidant of your father and mother... Even if it was inevitable that she would start quarreling with the latter. According to Alouette, it was a rivalry formed on sight - And one that the two women were loathe to part with.
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Accidentally posted early.

>>2883236
>CLARA(Valen)
For >>2883223
>Her and our mother were rivals, apparently. One of the writeups shows it, but I can't find it at the moment. I've suspected she neglected us partly as revenge, and partly because she just wanted the power.

>>2883223
>Sidenote, what are the Valen's holdings? A Duchy? A County? We mentioned regencies, but was she acting as a regent or was she the actual ruler? It'd depend on the succession laws, I guess. I've been playing CK2 recently, can you tell?
>>2878450
>Irue's Memoires - http://pastebin.com/sWnicrK7
>LA'FIEL
>Situated in the center of the continent, La'Fiel is a temperate country characterized by grassy plains and forested foothills.
>Boasting fertile ground that is vastly considered to be the richest upon the continent, La'Fiel was a gift of land given freely twice over; Bequeathed first from East Heaven to the noble whom would later go on to found House Valen, and then once more from the Valens to the fledgling royalty who built the nation into what it is.
>VALEN
>It is not inaccurate to say that without House Valen, there would not be a La'Fiel at all; A fact which has all but cemented their incredible seat of power within the country.
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>>2883223
I mostly just want to point out that she really dropped the ball in regards to taking care of a child who had lost her entire family.

In a way, she let us lose our family twice over when she withdrew from us, or allowed us to withdraw from the world.

"Your whole family died? Tough titties, get back out into the game kid, you're already 8 years old."
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>>2883246
Doesn't actually answer his question.

>>2883223
Quasi-independent fiefdom. Not quite a vassal, but not independent. Hence why we're concerned at the royal families attempts to weaken the nobles by disrupting and impoverishing the peasants, reducing the nobles tax base and destabilizing their legitimacy.

Remember they made reading illegal and shit.

House Valen is sort of like Quebec.
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>>2883223
>We mentioned regencies, but was she acting as a regent or was she the actual ruler?

Form the first thread:
>As the only survivor of the head family, the role of House Valen's leadership naturally fell to you... If you had not, at the time, been an immature child who had just lived through the murder of said family. Unfortunately, that is exactly what you were at the time, and thus your legal guardians - your aunt and uncle - quickly stepped up to take you in. They became a temporary placeholder at the head of House Valen, caretakers who would steward it until you were old enough to take your rightful place.

>You have since learned that was a lie.

Basically, our guardians have all the real power. Just because we are the head of our dynasty doesn't mean we own any landed titles.

I mean, we have a town and a mansion. No one knows who we are. We have no alliances with other nobles. We have some conscripts (our knights) and a demihuman pack.

So yeah sure, we're the de jure head of house Valen, but our guardians our the de facto heads. Mostly because they control the loyalty of the knights of house Valen. So we can cry all we want, but we're shit out of luck.

Of course this doesn't mean we can't ask for help or make our guardians like us and have them work with us. But we can't force them to. We have no power

On the other hand we could just kill them, but that doesn't guaranty loyalty from their knights. I mean all they see is a fucking pretender come to kill their liege. Again, no power.

So we really need to get EVERYBODY who matters to like us so they WANT to do stuff for us. That's how you become head honcho.
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Neglected to actually state how high up we are.

>>2883223
>Sidenote, what are the Valen's holdings? A Duchy? A County?
>>2883246
>>2878450
>Irue's Memoires - http://pastebin.com/sWnicrK7
>LA'FIEL CROWN
>In the process of this, House Valen was granted a position of respect equal to the Crown itself.
>VALEN
>House Valen has historically acted in a laissez-faire manner towards the country it makes its home within, taking up the neutral role of arbitration between the Crown's politics and the desires of the La'Fiel merchantry and nobility - A course of action which pays its due respects to the Founder's wish to be left out of petty politic.
We're on par with the Crown, and could be considered either one of the royalty, or a Duchy. Other than that we don’t seem to wield any of that power, and apparently stick to our mansion or town. So a small fiefdom or Barony as Barons in practice. What we’re a part of is a country, so internationally we can pull our own weight.

>>2883223
>We mentioned regencies, but was she acting as a regent or was she the actual ruler? It'd depend on the succession laws, I guess.
>CLARA(Valen)
>Your aunt, and one of the acting stewards of House Valen.
The succession laws don’t seem to matter much because of how laissez-faire House Valen is, so perhaps it got overlooked over the years. She’s our Aunt, so since we’re children of the former rulers that would typically mean we’d be next in line. It says her position as a regent.

>>2883223
>I've been playing CK2 recently, can you tell?
Not really, it sounds relevant.

>>2883260
>Doesn't actually answer his question.
Yeah. I realized that I misinterpreted his question as being about the size of territory we're in, or our nation’s size and influence within it, rather than our legal position and legal territory.

>Quasi-independent fiefdom.
That sounds about right.
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>>2883278
> Other than that we don’t seem to wield any of that power, and apparently stick to our mansion or town. So a small fiefdom or Barony as Barons in practice. What we’re a part of is a country, so internationally we can pull our own weight.

That's what Irue has. House Valen is one of if not the largest landowner in the Kingdom, let alone the other assets they have.

See this is the problem with the attempted focused diving that you're making, is that it's missing a lot of pertinent details.
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>>2883278
Also

> Where things are asked: http://ask.fm/RizQM

There's an ask.fm with a whole slew of setting related questions.

Finally, try to remember that meta knowledge isn't necessarily what Irue knows.
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>>2883289
>See this is the problem with the attempted focused diving that you're making, is that it's missing a lot of pertinent details.
I'll concede to that.

>>2883291
>> Where things are asked: http://ask.fm/RizQM
>There's an ask.fm with a whole slew of setting related questions.
I figured nobody used that anymore.
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>>2883255

In defense of Clara Valen:

I don't believe for one minute that she is incompetent or lacks empathy.

I believe the circumstances involved currently are based on a tragic combination of necessity and incompatibility.

It's true that Irue needed support and her living family failed to provide that, but I believe there is no spite, and some degree of regret in these circumstances.

She is proud of Irue for her performance in the rite. In her own internal monologue, she explicitly refuses to admit that she misses Irue's mother. She admits she's failed Irue in her inability to connect with and empathize with her.

But I believe the greatest indicator of her affect for Irue is ironically the betrothal: When she grew concerned that we would no longer be safe cloistered, she drew on her own experience to push us into action and growth.

Which is possibly the greatest complement she can convey across the divide: Clara Valen is a canny and dangerous woman, and she sees her own origins in Irue, so she applied the same stimulus. Egotistical? Of course, but I believe she thinks we are cut from equal or finer cloth... as opposed to her son.

Irue hasn't disappointed. A demihuman, a princess and a waif are not unequal to a Nightmare: The horse is certainly more predictable.

And now she's safeguarding the Valen name, because she knows what it's worth when it's invoked carelessly from experience. At this point, our exposure to the great game has likely been spun positively and benignly: We''ve kept out of trouble, succeeded impressively at our rite and are now focused on rebuilding our damaged holdings: The dutiful heir.

There's a greater game being played here. It's entirely reasonable that Irue feels like she's being toyed with like a pawn, but what looks like obstruction and manipulation from on the board hides a desperate formation of pieces tightly marshalled to get that single pawn all the way across the board.

Of course, there's no way to be sure of this until it's all far too late, but I for one am betting it all on Clara: Hate her if you must, but from a birds-eye view, I think she's one of the few we can trust to shoot straight.

It's just hard to believe it when there's no good way to differentiate a conspiracy to keep Irue from the Valen seat to take control of the family and a conspiracy to keep Irue from the Valen seat to keep poison out of our cup.
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>>2883294
>It's just hard to believe it when there's no good way to differentiate a conspiracy to keep Irue from the Valen seat to take control of the family and a conspiracy to keep Irue from the Valen seat to keep poison out of our cup.
Why not both?
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>>2883294
I recognize that as an external observer with access to her internal dialogue.

But I meant that Irue has not gotten a satisfactory answer from Clara yet.
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>>2883294

Well, making spiteful and angry accusations that are shockingly insightful in ways that hurt people the most IS kind of how Rue Rolls, along with her righteous indignation of someone who truly feels that they've been hurt for reasons they don't understand.
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>>2883297

Another hard difference. If you ask me, the simple answer goes back to the betrothal.

There was no reason to prod Irue if they could hold the seat indefinitely (like they're doing now).

The last thing an usurper wants is action from the rightful heir; so why provoke it? Leave her her to rot until she comes of age to ascend, then deny her for her absolute incompetence, or nominally give her the title, while having her eat out of your hand for the necessary knowledge to run court and country.

If Clara wants to keep her position at the head of the Valen family, she'd want to breed incompetence. To do that, it would be as simple as indulging Irue in her books.

>>2883302

That's fair, but as >>2883297 points out, there's no reason it can't be both.

Clara will not rigidly sit in boundaries labled good person/bad person. Keeping Irue as a pet noble is entirely possible, and virtually identical at this stage.

And while I think she'll shoot straight, I also think she'll be perfectly clear and honest when we ask her and she tells us to fuck off and watch Carona.
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>>2883310
>If Clara wants to keep her position at the head of the Valen family, she'd want to breed incompetence. To do that, it would be as simple as indulging Irue in her books.
So you're saying books are bad for us? Next thing you'll say is books are expensive, overpriced, and unnecessary.

>Clara will not rigidly sit in boundaries labled good person/bad person. Keeping Irue as a pet noble is entirely possible, and virtually identical at this stage.
It could be that Clara lost sight along the way. It's certainly possible with this much time and things going on.
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>>2883310
Honestly? I think Irue would be happy just having Clara apologize to her. In a way she really respects Clara, but she also resents her for always being an oppressive presence even when helping Irue.

She doesn't really feel like, or believe, her Aunt loves her. At best that her Aunt is merely fulfilling her obligations to the minimum, more likely that her Aunt is just using her now that she's useful.

It's a lonely situation Irue is in, and arguably her Aunt is responsible for putting her there.

Honestly, half the time I'm tempted to have Irue reject the position she holds as head of the Household, publicly and very loudly, just to spite her Aunt after gaining it.

It's really been more trouble than it's worth, and more and more I'm asking "why are we even doing this" other than nobody else seems to be doing it.

We should fuck off with our Testaments and our Demi-Humans and our Knights and go find Rinniers people, then free them and lead them against Artemis and all the fuckery of their cult and if the world wants to get in our way we can burn it the fuck down.

House Valen can eat shit. Clara can eat shit. Our cousin can eat cultist shit right out of blondy mcBitchTits asshole. Fuck them.
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"Let's talk about that." It was rare that Rinnier let slip details of her past, and she had promised to tell you more about the circumstances in Teranford one day. "My past's probably not as interesting as yours, but I'll share if you do."

"Walking through town?" She returned, half-lidded eyes leveled as if to ask if you were joking.

"We don't have to stay here." You point towards a gate in the distance, setting a course for it as your head bobbed for her to follow. "Let's go?"

Once the topic was set she almost looked to regret it, sighing as you waited for her to make up her mind. "Fine, but nothing too heavy today, alright?"

"No work." A smile curved around your lips, the only outward sign of the vague sense of success you felt bubbling inside. Questions sprang to mind as you walked, an unprecedented occasion for you to learn more of Rinnier than the uncompromisingly demanding woman you'd come to know. "You've mentioned your brother a few times before. Were you close?"

"I looked up to them for as long as I could remember." She admitted quietly, voice fond despite herself. "In truth they're only my half-brothers, born to my father's previous wife, but I didn't know that until I was much older."

"Your mother..." You started, trying to dig up memories from what seemed an age ago...

"I never knew her." Yet an answer came supplied with a toneless voice. "She left not long after I was born, supposedly called back to East Heaven. Or taken back. Father was never clear over what happened." She cleared her throat softly, "It was something that affected him more than it ever did me. He'd often tell me I had her eyes... Thinking back, I wonder if he doted on me to remember her."

"I barely remember my mother." You volunteered, "I was a child when she died, and most of my memories from back then are hazy." Something nagged in the corner of your mind as you spoke. Impressions and feelings which felt familiar to you, and the outline of someone you should have known. "She married into the Valen family from what I remember; Apparently she was a scholar before then. Both her and my father studied the Mana."

"An inherited interest?" Rinnier teased, "When I was little I remember watching amazed as my brothers learned the lance. I wanted to do everything they did, so I stubbornly tried to learn it as well. It went... Poorly, at first." She chuckled to herself, reminiscing comfortably. "I could barely hold one. Imagine, trying to swing a polearm so desperately you tripped yourself."

"I've tripped twice near polearms, and it has never ended well."

"Hmm." A dark attempt at humour; one which missed its mark. "I can't say my efforts were ever particularly rewarded. Father forbid that I join any military service, and after a while my brothers would only humour me in our spars. There's only so much someone can improve on their own. Not for lack of trying." Her fingers curled frustratedly, growling out the last of her story.
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"If it's any consolation, you're better at it than I am." You offered a lame consolation, "And likely better than Caylen as well, despite Alouette's best efforts."

"...I honestly cannot fathom receiving personal tutorship from that woman and not growing frighteningly skilled." The spitfire mused perplexedly. "Still, I'm surprised you didn't have a personal guard. I wouldn't be surprised if a drunk could have kidnapped you."

"I had Asche." A reflexive answer. "...I'm not sure if she'd have been any help, but I don't remember ever worrying about my safety growing up."

"The Irue I met was blissfully ignorant." She needled you matter-of-factly, "You had more pride than sense. It wouldn't surprise me if you were always in danger and just never realized it."

"..."

Grass shifted beneath your soles as the conversation slipped away, thoughts of the Abandoned Child's Atelier lending weighty credence to her half-joking barb. It was true that you had lived much of your life with only Asche in that mansion, and it was only after the Rite began that you had come to realize just what kind of dangers lurked beyond your front door. Brigands dispossessed and desperate, implacable apparitions driven by dreams of grief, and freak creatures that lurked beyond firelight to name only a few- To say nothing of the common wolf, or even the outrageously large snakes which made their home in those woods. You had become intimately acquainted with what lurked in those woods, but for a decade you'd lived carefree and quiet.

They have been looking after you, have they not?

"Irue?"

"Thinking." You draw back towards the conversation. "I didn't expect your childhood to be so..." You tried in vain to search for a better word. "fluffy."

"Does it sound that way?" Rinnier snorted, "Well I can't disagree. Growing up as royalty was a very different environment. The stress and difficulties to be overcome don't make for very good stories."

"Cherished daughter and beloved little sister?" You took the opportunity, relishing the way her face blanched.

"A paranoid father and overprotective siblings." She corrected pointedly, "My privileges diminished as I grew older, so desperate was my father was to keep me safe. I watched my brothers mature without me, coming and going as they pleased. Taking on responsibilities and traveling to places that I should have been able to. For a time, I was barely allowed beyond the palace."

"Protect you from what?"

Her arms raised exasperatedly, "Shadows and nightmares, for all I know. Were it not for my brothers' interventions, I would have gone stir crazy trapped in those walls!"
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"They took you hunting, if I recall?" You were doing your best to dredge up fragments of information you'd learned from her back in the early days. It was a tremendous stretch of time to peer back through at this stage.

"Among other things." She agreed tacitly, "When father's health started to deteriorate, they backed my acquisition of authority within the palace's affairs. I could actually do my duty to Teranford, instead of sitting on a pile of silks as their precious jewel. Luna knows I spent my life preparing for it." Her head shook back and forth in short strokes, vicious embers smoldering in red eyes. "There was so much that needed attention. So many pieces that father had let fall to the wayside, which my brothers were too slow to pick up. If I'd a voice sooner..."

You frowned as the topic turned, trying to tally vague foreign knowledge against events to put a finger on what you were hearing. Teranford was embroiled in a civil war around ten years ago, one which would eventually contribute to their demise as a nation at the hands of a bizarre nomadic army which surfaced within their borders. If you kept those dates in mind, then...

"How old were you when that happened?"

"Around twelve, I think?"

You blinked, scratching your cheek as you reconciled what you were hearing with your own twelve year old experience. "You were actively influencing Teranford's internal affairs when you were twelve?"

"Near enough." She nodded easily, growing visibly distracted as her gaze tilted skyward. "As the refugee problem developed, and the divide between my father and brothers widened, I found myself taking on more and more responsibilities... Whether by necessity, or simply to handle it better myself. I was fortunate to have competent aides at my side..." Her voice trailed off, muttering an embittered aside. "For the most part."

>Ask about Priat
>Ask about her father
>Ask about her brothers
>Other? (write-in)

Note: Pushing for more than one may test her limits. Decide carefully.
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>>2883340
>Other? (write-in)
Ask if she had any friends.
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>>2883343
Rude.

Also this is the last update for tonight, as I must spontaneously prepare for hurricaning. I shall do my best to resume tomorrow, and push on until the weather obliterates my internet and/or power.

I'd otherwise appreciate it if you all play nice with each other. If everyone's restless and bored with what we're doing, then we can move on to Forgetting things and handling what comes next.
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>>2883340
>ask about her brothers
Sounds like she remembers them fondly, so its a safe bet
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>>2883343
>"Ah... Most of my friends were palace guards, or soldiers." Rinnier admitted after a time. "Sometimes tutors.
She already answered that question dude. Although at the risk of sounding like a fag...

>>2883340
>Other? (write-in)
Tell her we're beginning to consider our self her friend. Ari does too, we think.
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>>2883347
Relevant, though. After all, she had to take power at a young age and we're finding it to be rather lonely.

Could be Irue trying to bond with Rinnier.

Also>>2883347

If you won't hurt us, we'll hurt ourselves!
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>>2883340
>Ask about her brothers
>Other: muse about how House Valen is apparently descended from Mint the East Heaven queen, which makes Irue and Rinnier very distant cousins.
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>>2883340
TIME TO PISS AGAINST THE TIDE.
>Ask about Priat

>>2883374
>Tell her we're beginning to consider our self her friend. Ari does too, we think.

Ehhhh.....
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>>2883374
>>2883347
> What was it like, having friends as a child? I never got to experience that.
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>>2883097
Why are you so mean? I just wanted to post about my wife, Irue.
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>>2883340
>Share our frustration with Clara leaving us to stagnate for 10 years with so little human contact and how unprepared we are as a result.
I hope there's a way to say this without coming off like a whiny bitch

>>2883347
>I'd otherwise appreciate it if you all play nice
It could be worse, we could be making a single, one sentence vote each and then waiting in silence between votes!

Good luck with the hurricane Riz. Stay safe pls.
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>>2883340
>Ask about her brothers
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>>2883340
If you're going to take all votes as usual, could we
>Ask if she'd like to stop here/change the subject before moving onto the second prompt
With the more popular choice going first
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>>2883394
>It could be worse, we could be making a single, one sentence vote each and then waiting in silence between votes!

Ah... those were the days.
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>>2883340
> Ask about if she had any romance. Boyfriends? An arranged marriage? An affair?

But not gossip like. More like checking off a list of things she got growing up that we never experienced. With a dash of jealous insecurity that we missed the boat on that and will be married to our work until we have to make a political marriage probably to save some people who won't appreciate it.
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>>2883340
>>2883382
I'll back this.
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>>2883374
>Tell her we're beginning to consider our self her friend. Ari does too, we think.

Let's not be autistic.

>>2883382
A big heap of self-pity and loathing is more our speed!
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>>2883602
Alright alright I take it back
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>>2883602
I hate that this attitude convinces people to support my vote.
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>>2883379
As you can see, it's never been Riz hurting us. It's always us doing it to ourselves.

Anons love wallowing in the misery.
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>>2883614
Does it help that I was laughing as I wrote it?
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>>2883380

I like this one. Mostly to see what kind of reaction Rinnier is going to have to "So technically we're kin."
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>>2883382
>>2883340
>What was it like, having friends as a child? I never got to experience that.
I'd we're going to ask such a pathetic question then at the very least please ask it in a matter of fact way, no moping.
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Just started reading the archive of this quest, and for 7 threads something that's been bothering me is how the heck am I supposed to pronounce the names Irue and Rinnier.
Every time I pass over them I fumble a bit and my brain-voice says something like ryu and runyer
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>>2884612
Eye-Rue and R-eye-ner is my head cannon.
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>>2884612

I've always had them as igh-Rue and ri-Knee-er in my head
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>>2884612
ESL?
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>>2884612
Or you can do like that one guy, and call her Irulen.
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>>2884612
All the times it's written Irulen is me.

I always thought Rinnier would have a French pronouncement
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>>2884716
No, but I've never seen these names before.
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>>2884655
Aï Aï, Aï-rue! Vaio-len Niggurath!

And Ren-yay . Like Renoir, but happy.
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>>2884732
>>2883614
That's a-me! Just out and about now.

It's from Dune.
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>>2884612
Personally I pronounce it like Aye-rue and Reynad
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>>2884760

I like yours better.

>YFW when Riz comes in here, there's two Anons that are right and we find out Caylen is pronounced with a j.
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>>2883374
>>2883382
>>2883705
Did you have friends? I didn't have friends. Having friends must be nice. Are we friends? I think we're friends.

>>2883365
>>2883380
>>2883396
Tell me more about your brothers!

>>2883381
Priat! Why do you hate him? I asked him but he wouldn't tell me.

>>2883527
So. Did you have any romance? Because I didn't. Probably never gonna get any now.

>>2883380
We're totally related! Probably! Distantly.

>>2883394
My aunt was mean and I blame her for being a NEET!

This is where votes stand right now! We'll be picking up a little later tonight. Window isn't officially closed yet, but if there's any other input then now's your last call to suggest it!
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>>2884612
>Just started reading the archive
I hope you're enjoying it! I am of the understanding that Valen is a rather niche experience.

>how the heck am I supposed to pronounce the names Irue and Rinnier.
As you've seen already, people pronounce them more or less however they want, and for the most part that's fine to me. Personally I pronounce them as "Ee-Rue" and "Rin-EE-air", but you do you.

The below is trivia, which is mostly unimportant in the grand scheme of things so feel free to ignore it.

In Rinnier's case, that pronunciation of her name is why Ari occasionally shortens it to "Rinny". Or, literally, "Rinni"; It's dropping the last syllable. Pronouncing it like "Ren-ni-ay" or "rin-Knee-er" are also more or less fine, as the difference is negligible. You can actually split her name into two separate etymologies of "Rin" and "Nier", the former referencing someone dignified or severe, while the second is french for "Deny". Obviously the proper french pronunciation of Nier isn't in line with my how I've habitually thought of the name, but this was the intent in creation.

In Irue's case it stems from the naming scheme of the siblings. Irue's pronunciation is lifted from Ireul/Iruel (Angel of Fear, Fear of God), where your late sister's name Ariel is more straight forward, with similar origins (Lion of God, reference to courage or individuals of valor). I am not terribly experienced with hebrew pronunciations though, so I may have corrupted Irue's name from the origin.

Again, feel free to pronounce them however is comfortable. Who they are won't change.
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>>2885540
>My ID changed.
Testing OP powers
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>>2885540

Neat! Ari's name is amusingly apt at this point.

>Irue is named after Iruel

Hoh boy... Prophetic much?

I personally love the possible dual reading of "Fear of God".
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>>2885540
Oh! Thanks for that bit of insight into their names. I always have trouble naming my characters.
And yeah, I'm really liking this quest so far, it feels tough but fair, and I like that each choice has consequences even if I shake my head when the boys in the past pick something crazy
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>>2885570

>That spoiler
You ain't seen nothing yet.
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Alright, preparations are complete. Breakfast is in preparation, voting window closed, writing, etc.
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>>2884612
For me it's Ee-rueh and Ri-nyeh (which is French butchered through my own language's transliteration)

>>2885570
Oh boy will there be cosequences.
One of the first votes, "Go big or go home!" beloved by anons, is still forming the backbone of thie quest.
It's because of them we're on Lunatic difficulty
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>>2885817
I think the Skyfire got him, guys.
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>>2885570
Wait until you realise how minor decisions you never even thought twice about end up ruining everything twice over! You'll be there, shaking your head over forgettings, when an off hand remark is what really changed everything.
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>>2886306
This hits too close to home.
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Not skyfire, but things did not work out as expected, sorry. We'll pick up later today, after all and pray I don't lose power over the weekend
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>>2886314
Hurricane?
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>>2886314
Keep safe.
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>>2886314
I was just thinking that I hope you aren't writing posts on the webpage while still in danger of power cuts, you're just taunting God at that point. I don't know how strong this hurricane is, you're not in danger of having your house uprooted and flung into Oz are you? I'm worried.

>>2886318
Where have you been? Trump summoned a natural disaster to purge the east coast of democrat voters.
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I realise now that I misread your one word post.
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I've archived the thread, as it seems I may be out of power for weeks in the worst case scenario as the hurricane moves in later tonight.

I'll be trying to push on with updates until that happens, but don't be surprised if the thread goes dark all of a sudden.

>>2886326
>I hope you aren't writing posts on the webpage
I write them in N++ out of habit!
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>>2886798
The hurricane can't get us if I go out there and shoot it
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>>2886866

Literally no one from this quest should go taunt Mistral's Child.

Please.
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>>2886878
He's new. He doesn't know.

He will find out soon.
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>>2886878
>>2886885
I feel like a teenage recruit amongst grizzled veterans.
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>>2886903

It's normal. I was that way when I picked up the quest.

Don't worry, you'll soon be like us, drinking during votes and cringing at seemingly innocuous words.
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>>2886903
Appropriate, Riz has given us all ptsd.
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>>2886908
>cringing at seemingly innocuous words.
This is uncomfortably true.
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>>2886931

And now I thought about it again. Time for another drink.
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I'm so worried for these sweet girls just doin their best, at the whims of the dice or sleep deprived anons.
But I have hope.
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>>2886908
>>2886931
How many times have you made an offhand remark as banter between posts that Riz took and twisted into the story?

If that was a drinking game, I'd be dead.

The last Atelier gave me nightmares and stomachaches. I was so fucking happy when we got out of there and then we doomed the whole world but I was riding so high I still don't care about that!
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>>2886947

Probably an uncomfortable amount.

We almost did it again. I went through a 6 pack reading that archive.
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>>2886947
A couple of times, at least. I remember once for a vote I throw in a spoilered joke vote to meditate on a Mana (Luna?) and he took it seriously since it was like 4am and there were 2 votes or something. I shudder to think what could have happened if I hadn't been keeping an eye on the thread.

>and then we doomed the whole world but
Dooming the world took the wind out of my sails right at the end there, like getting punched in the gut while cheering. I remember just feeling hollow afterwords.



Isn't it interesting how running without safety rails makes things so much more vivid?

>>2886955
> I went through a 6 pack reading that archive.
I don't think I'd be much better if I drank.
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>>2886974

If the world dies this way, it deserves to. There is no world worth living where such punishment is meted on the innocent. It will have to be enough to die with the clearest conscience we can manage.
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>>2886982
At least Maran will die too, isn't that nice?
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>>2886986

You ask too much. She's too much of a THOT to die.
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>>2886974
>>2886982
I think the best part is that Irue is not a hero. She just can't do anything about any of this shit. It's so, so much easier to destroy and ruining things than it is to solve or fix.

And Asche needs stops acting like a fucking NPC and tell us the things we need to know. "You're not ready" abloobooobloo I'll be the judge of that! I'll throttle the little shit if it turns out we could've avoided all these disasters if we had simply known how the fucking bracelet works
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>a bunch of entirely spoilered posts
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>>2887000

I'm going to bet real, honest money that when we get the manual for that thing, Irue is going to make more of a mess rather than less.

My distrust of Asche comes from an assumption of ulterior motive, not incompetence: Without any formal instruction, we've made a mess of 80% of mana-aligned situations we've mettled with. I fear that the instruction is simply going to raise that number to 100%.
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>>2887007

Look man, I'm sorry for making a mess of the thread, but Valen Quest is serious business.
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>>2887007
We don't want to ruin the surprises.
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>>2887012
>>2887018
No no I'm glad you guys are using spoilers, i'm just increasingly terrified of what's to come. I've only read up to 12 so far.
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>>2887009
With the previous posts about Riz's consideration of anon shitposting in mind, I feel compelled to formally disagree with your second paragraph.
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>>2887000
>It's so, so much easier to destroy and ruining things than it is to solve or fix.
It's easy to forget that, but we only have to look around at this town to see the truth.


>Asche
I've wanted to push harder with her for a while now, but she's not around very much, and we don't have much leverage to force the issue. But if we get the chance, I'm all for forcing the issue.


>>2887009
I've wondered about her motivations ever since she didn't react to the Fae and Dryad thing.
We've made so much of a mess because no one will show us how to do anything properly, or even point us to the tools to learn for ourselves; we've been fumbling in the dark in a china closet. No training (or even assistance) in business, diplomacy, ruling, self-defense, nothing.
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>>2887026
>>2887030

Entirely fair. DESU, I believe that Asche has good reason AND Irue could have avoided some of the damage with full disclosure.
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>>2887025
>Increasingly terrified

Oh sweet summer child. That will get bumped up to "gut wrenching terror", trust me.
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"Wish I could say the same. There's so much happening that I don't have the skills to handle, and none of my tutors cared to prepare me for." You took a moment to look back towards Carona while you spoke, features twitching in some indecisive war over whether or not to scowl. "While you were leading a country, I was..."

...Probably still crying yourself to sleep, all things considered. The year or so after your family died had been rough, leaving you in little condition to do much of anything. What followed after that had been an assortment of tutors and instructors intent on drilling into you a foundation in history, politics, and social etiquette. Useful skills admittedly, but you can't help but be bitter that something practical like how to manage a fief hadn't been included in your lessons.

"It wasn't as if I was taught by requirement." Rinnier pointed out, shoulders loosening as she visibly put the previous topic behind her. "I sought it out. From as far back as I can remember, I knew I was royalty; I wanted to be ready to look after the country that would be relying on me. My responsibility was everything to me."

The only thing you had pursued that aggressively had been the Mana, as your library would soundly attest. "Still. Even if it was something you took the initiative to learn, you said yourself that you had plenty of people to rely on and learn from in the process."

"And?" She interjected expectantly, cutting off the stubborn spiral of self-pity as she squared up on you with hands set to her hips. "We talked about this, Irue. You're not doing this alone; you can rely on me."

"I have to, because I don't know anything about this otherwise." You stressed, "It's not an entire country, but I'm still the heir to House Valen! What was I going to do when the whole territory was dropped in my lap without any experience?"

"Then think of this as an opportunity?" She persisted, forging through your complaints steadfastly. "It's one town, desperate as it is. This is a chance, Irue. We can use Carona."

"We're barely supporting Carona and we have nothing to show for it but empty coffers and rebellious conspiracies."

"I didn't say it was easy." The scarlet haired Testament allowed, "But the troubles of one town are small compared to an entire territory, and smaller still to an entire country. Right now what we lack the most are resources, and we've already made plans to locate and fix that." Rinnier stepped in, setting a hand on your shoulder. "You don't have perspective right now, so it seems bigger than it is, but we can handle this. You'll learn what you're lacking, and I'm here to help teach it to you."
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You bit your tongue over the implication you were overreacting. Carona had loomed large in your mind nearly every month since the start of your Rite, and it had only continued to taunt you afters its conclusion. A constant thorn in your side, whether it was at the center of greater problems, or simply a tangential jabbing in your ribs as you tried to focus elsewhere...

...But a detached part of you wondered if that, itself, was proof she was right. From a greater scope, Carona was exactly what she said: One town. A fraction of the territory, and barely a blip upon La'Fiel as a whole. How large had it loomed in your life? ...Did that speak to how far you'd blown it out of proportion? Or how small you still were? At times your thoughts had strayed, trying to imagine what lay beyond the trappings your aunt had foisted upon you - It was intimidating. Almost tremblingly so; enough to breed the urge to just return to your estate and hole up in the library.

It almost felt futile to fight the urge to curl into yourself when you acknowledged that. While you were sore that you'd not been prepared for this, it wasn't something you ever concerned yourself with either - Even now, rather than accepting the responsibilities, they felt more like shackles. The binding chains you resented almost instinctively, she wore proudly; a mantle of her station. One she had zealously seized for since she was a child.

You had been resolved to throw away your name and responsibilities had the Rite's judgement gone awry. Even if what Rinnier said was true, and that you would eventually learn to shoulder the weight you needed to, could you ever really see yourself appreciating it?

The fundamental difference between a mantle and chains; Rinnier and yourself. Would that ever change?

Was it really a matter of capability? Or compatibility?
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"Thank you." You glanced away as the muttered words left you, shoulder shifting awkwardly to dislodge Rinnier's hand and bring a merciful end to the discomfortingly uncertain coiling in your stomach. It felt like the gears in your mind had creaked back to life in an attempt to latch on to some other topic - Anything to avoid lingering in this dispiriting spiral.

"It's actually kind of nice." Rinnier mused, letting you retreat without a comment. "All my life I was used to the people around me being the experts, and having to ask for advice on how to handle things. Now I'm the expert!" Her chest puffed out proudly, making an exaggerated show of confidence.

"If only your family could see you now?"

"Yeah." Her mirth faded. Slowly at first, but it wasn't long before she'd deflated back to her more recognizably thoughtful mood. "...If only."

"...What happened to your brothers?" It was a delicate topic, but your curiosity got the better of you. The entire reason you met Rinnier was because your aunt and uncle had purchased her from a slaver, which didn't make sense if her brothers had been as overprotective as she claimed. You couldn't imagine them simply letting something like that happen. "Were they caught and sold off as well?"

"No." Her answer took a moment, leaving a stilted beat of silence before she continued; A moment spent to gather her thoughts, as conflicting emotions delicately filtered through the edge of her expression. "I think we've talked about this before, but my brothers rallied a number of Teranford's people once our country fell. The original plan, I believe, was to find refuge in La'Fiel..."

"But the Crown closed our borders." You were remembering parts of this conversation now, leaving something to nag at the back of your mind as you tried to assemble the relevant memories.

"Right, the same as East Heaven. But we both know it was impossible to stay, The last I heard of my brothers were that they had decided to try and brave the volcanic region in the north west, and pass through to Ephlesia for aid and shelter."

"..."

"If they made it, that's where they are now." She concluded neutrally. "As well as whatever portion of our people they succeeded in saving."

You didn't need to state the obvious, which left the implication hanging heavily between you. One you weren't keen on pulling the strings of right now. "And what about you?"

"It was impossible to stay." She repeated, arms crossing as she turned away with a resigned air. "...But they couldn't save everyone, and it was just as impossible for me to abandon the ones left behind. I stayed behind to rally those who remained, in my father's place. I thought that if I was there, then I could do... Something."

Her voice chilled bitterly as the explanation finished, a single mocking snort clipping her conclusion. "You saw how that ended."
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"They abandoned you?"

"No, they abandoned father." She corrected pointedly, heaving a fatigue laden breath as the fallen princess forced her arms back to her sides. "The nation had largely become split between those loyal to Father's throne, and the people who backed my brother's succession. By law they remained princes, in line for the Teranford Crown until my father was slain or retired..." She shook her head, disabusing the social rhetoric like a bedtime tale. "But the people will ignore law when it suits them... And in truth, laws are made to aid and protect the people, not imprison them."

"My brothers argued often with my father over his choices in rulership, and in response his grip on the throne tightened. Teranford split, building animosity between neighbours. Our house divided, we were already weak and disorganized when our country was attacked... And disagreements over how to handle those attacks ensured that we would crumble, despite the best efforts from my family."

"What started all of that?"

The loss of Teranford redefined national lines, and left a bizarre tremor through politics for the rest of the nations. While its civil war was less publicized in the wake of the strange circumstances underwhich the country was conquered, the fact that it had received no aide from either East Heaven or La'Fiel through out the years of conflict was nothing short of baffling.

One of many questionable choices made by the La'Fiel Crown, but one that was becoming more and more relevant to you as you worked more closely with Rinnier.

"Agricultural reforms. Disagreements over the handling of refugees. Opposing tax distributions. No one nail drove us apart, but there seemed to be no end of disputes as time went on... And once Salamander's favour began to abandon the royal family, there was no going back anymore." Venom dripped as she hissed the Mana's name, her relationship with it sliding indecisively between resentment and forlornness. "They blamed each other, and eventually, so to did the people."

Rinnier held a hand to her hair as the breeze picked up, sending the gently sloped plains of taller grass surrounding Carona rustling in its wake. A natural breeze, or one the Jinn Dominion had conjured to help keep the weather fair above Carona... You couldn't tell, and its origin did nothing to detract from the cool kiss it left upon your skin, or the fresh breath it instilled in your lungs.

A welcome interruption to the progressively darkening conversation, and one which gave Rinnier pause to step back from her own bitter memories - An action you'd become all too familiar with these past months.
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"If I had to put my finger on it, then it began with the refugees. It was because of them that we learned new cultivation methods for the desert sands, and their siphon on our resources were a constant topic of debate." She sighed heavily for a second time, "Even thinking back, I don't know what the right answer would have been."

"We stood to gain so much with the reforms my brothers' proposed reforms, but the investment and risk would have broken us if they failed. If we waited for further testing like my father had wanted, it would have exhausted our nation and its people trying to support everyone." She threw her hands up in frustration. "We could have driven the refugees out and saved ourselves...! But by the time that was on the table, the people's opinions had divided. They had started to assimilate, and weeding out who was and wasn't justified in staying would only start fights, drawing lines in the literal. fucking. sand!"

Rinnier's reminscience ended as her raised voice cut off helplessly, simmering tensions vented to the empty wind as you stood aside and watched someone else have a terrible regret fueled tantrum for once.

It didn't feel much better from the outside. A fact you disappointedly tried to shove aside as you searched for something to say in the ensuing wake.

"Did you have any friends back in Teranford?" You tried for something positive instead, or at least something to push the topic back towards the future. "Do you know where they might be now? Somewhere we could look into?"

"I had tutors and subjects." She responded with a bland, almost distracted tone. "Many of the soldiers I spent time training and learning from are either dead, or followed my brothers to Ephlesia. As for my tutors..." She simply shrugged. "I am thankful for their time in my life, but I never felt particularly close to them. I loved my people, and that was enough."

It was a statement you had trouble reconciling. You'd had nearly no one around you growing up, but the few who were there you cherished dearly. It was difficult to imagine spending so much time around so many people, and feeling little more for them than professional appreciation.

"Well." You continued, now less certain in your idea. "...We're friends, right?"

Rinnier turned her neck, looking at you strangely.

"I mean, your mother was supposedly from East Heaven, and the Valen bloodline is said to have descended from them, so we're related... Distantly." The distance inherent there probably could have spanned a country of its own. Still, you took her continued silence as consent to continue clumsily stringing together things you were bad at saying. "We didn't really know each other at the start, but... I kind of got impaled twice trying to keep a promise, and almost died once trying to save you. Is that enough?"
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She laughed.

It started with an undignified snort, the remnants of what you had to assume had been a herculean effort to stifle the jerk reaction... As future efforts only seemed to fail harder, until you were left standing there red to your ears as she nearly cried; Peals of desperate laughter filling the grassy plains.

It went on for an uncomfortably long time. A statement which may not have meant much, as you stood feeling very uncomfortable for any length of time, and the seconds stretching into minutes felt like hours with no respect for the length of a day.

You kept your mouth shut, lips pressed together to prevent saying something you'd regret later. There were too many angry curses dancing around the tip of your tongue to risk threading something diplomatic through them, and despite the bubbling embarassment born resentment you were dealing with, you still wanted that answer.

"That's your criteria?" She sniffed after what felt like an eternity, "Really?"

"It seemed like a good one!"

She never gave you an answer. Even after the laughter had been contained to only the occasional persisting giggle, the question had been left unaddressed. Even if you wanted to force it, the thought of doggedly bringing it back up was too embarassing to entertain for long.

>Talk about something else (what?)
>Check on the burned out Tier estate
>Go home, you're done.
>Other? (write-in)
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>>2887259
>Let´s get that breakfast. And by that I mean meal.

>Also, let´s plan a dinner with our knights.Time to face their issues the only way we can, launching ourselves at them
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>>2886982>>2887000

Okay. I'm just gonna point out that we're in this situation because Irue is TOTALLY a Hero.

She refused the option of sacrificing Ari to save the world because yes, a world that survived by doing so is fatally flawed and is better ended than perpetuating.

But she also took on the responsibility to keep the world safe from Ari as well. There's still a possibility of preventing the world from ending.

This was an acceptable risk for Irue because despite her frustration with her lack of success so far, the underlying rationale for her feelings is because she truly believes she SHOULD be more successful. Irue's standards for herself are ridiculously high, it's never even occurred to her that a problem was simply too big and that she would have to accept the world as it is and give up.

Like, Irue has not defeated but actually solved two Ateliers. On her own. With no preparation or even the intent to do so. She won over three testaments. She has accepted responsibility for a position she is unskilled in and turned that around by building support among a community that has been infiltrated by her opponents for some time, and who have the support of a significant number of locals.

She's had to face her own personal shade. She's had to oppose her own family. She's had to fight, not just struggle but literally face violence despite being literally unable to use weapons in any capacity.

In fact, I'm linking this http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/553737/

Check post 567066 for how Priat sees us.
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>>2887342
>>2887259
This, but in line with the "No Work" of the day -

> Let's eat a meal with our Knights. Time to face our issues the only way we can, by launching ourselves straight at them.

We're not solving the Knights issues for them by getting to know them. We're instead working on our issues with lacking . . . interest in the people around us. We end up always being hyperfocused on people we deal with, but we don't really interact casually with people.

So we shouldn't be working on how to relate better to the knights so we can solve their problems, and thereby making our own powerbase more secure so we don't have to worry about it.

But I think we should try to just enjoy their company. Maybe play some games, maybe ask about when they were villagers and what life was like.

Doing things for yourself is what a day off is all about, right?
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>>2887259
>>Check on the burned out Tier estate
We're already out here, might as well check up on what little is left out there. I'm starting to suspect we've missed something out there; we've visited a few times, and now the option has come up out of the blue.
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>>2887445
It seems more accurate to say you have forgotten something, instead.
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>>2887358
Hey nigger we spoilered the discussion so the new guys wouldn't get spoiled.

Please
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>>2887451
Oh put a sock in it!
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>>2887342
>>2887399
Dinner with the knights!

>>2887445
But since we're out here...?

Left the window open a bit longer than usual since the update took so long, but this seems like it's all that's coming.

Let's see if we can get the next one out before hurricane time!
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>>2887259
>>Check on the burned out Tier estate
No reason we couldn't do dinner afterwords, right? There's still plenty of time before dinner, unless we slept really late.
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>>2887546
Christ, I wasn't expecting one today. I'm too drunk for this.
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>>2887445 >>2887560
+1 >>2887451
Concerning. >>2878502
>I wouldn't expect a Forgetting this thread, tentatively. It's been an unfairly long period of time, so I'm aiming to be mindful of things which demand you pick up where you left off seamlessly.
This isn't going to be an actual Forgetting, is it?
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>>2887259
This really wasn't what I meant when I wanted to admit we considered her a friend, not really sure what's appropriate to say about this at the minute but I guess I missed the mark.
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>>2887626
It isn't, no.
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>>2887629
That's a relief. >>2887626 I'll stick with my vote just in case.
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>>2887546

Fug. I was asleep.

Regardless, Going to the Tier estate is one thing, but I'd have no clue what to do out there except put out a web, and I'd like to stop putting that needle in our arm for at least a bit.

It's frustratingly convenient.
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>>2887674
It will solve all your problems, anon!
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>>2887678

Yes, eventually, it'll even solve the pain of being Irue Valen.
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>>2887674
It was heartbreaking to read that update where we used it to look for the bodies. It felt like a druggie relapsing. I do think we can use it in moderation though, with external controls to keep us from getting too deep. ShadowRue fought hard to acquire A Spider's Web, it'd be a shame to shelve it entirely.
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>>2887674
>and I'd like to stop putting that needle in our arm for at least a bit.
>>2887678
Winners don't do drugs!
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>>2886931
>trying to read the archives
>why is every single sentence ominous now? They weren't like this the first time through.
I don't know if my nerves can take this; I haven't even gotten back through the first thread yet.
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"We should get back." Rinnier stifled her slowly fleeting mirth, once more in good spirits as you looked out over Carona's debris stricken walls. "I don't want to go too far from town."

"Isn't this a day off?" you stretched, wading through shin high grass with the lingering mortification of earlier blessedly left behind. "Why go back?" You looked over, finding her glancing intermittenly towards the woods. It wasn't quite fear which drove her fretful observation, but you recognized an the underlying anxiety carefully being concealed "...Ah."

"Hmm." She agreed wordlessly, a small smile offered instead for affirmation.

You have no idea how long those things had haunted her, but even with Dryad pacified, it would be a while longer until the memories gave her peace. "I still think you should speak to the Shade Dominion. Is it worth just waiting it out?"

"Yes." She retorted shortly, "I'll get over it, I just need to get comfortable again."

Blonde hair cascaded side to side, implicitly relenting on the subject. You knew better than to push on this matter, and Rinnier had never been fond of Shade in the first place. "I want to check in on the Tier estate before going. Will you head back first?"

"This isn't work related, is it?" Her brow arched suspiciously.

"No." You stopped, blinking briefly as you thought over the matter. "Maybe? I told the apparition to hide there when it returned, so it wouldn't set Carona in arms."

"Oh." While the suspicion left her, you could also visibly see the enthusiasm go with it. "Probably for the best... Well, let's go."

"You're still coming?"

"Did you think I was going to leave you alone?" She shot back, taking stride to step up beside you. "As soon I round a corner, you'll get it in your head to go find an Atelier, or worse." You frowned, mouth opening to defend yourself- "Ah!" -Only to be cut off expectantly. "I got captured, you fell into an Atelier. I looked after Carona, you fell into an Atelier." She counted her fingers out as she spoke in faux accusation. "I leave you out here, you'll fall into another one."

"...It's not like I go looking for them." You objected pettily, leaving her points be as you trekked around Carona's walls to reach the burned out estate.

"That makes it worse."
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While it was a site that remained uninhabited as testament to the subterfuge of the previous mayor, the Tier estate wasn't immune to the reclamation of nature. Weeds grew plentifully around blackened frames, the charcoaled and fragile remains of the much of the estate's housing shells, while sturdier skeletons of heavy set beams peered out through the broken walls and often-collapsed rooves. A single larger structure lay in undisturbed ruin away from the domestic compound, unable to claim even being a shadow of its former self.

The exotic animals which the Tier family had once kept and trained were long since gone, and so to were any trace of where they may have gone. What remained were the chains, pens, restraints and esoteric tools they had been associated with before the flames of the mayor's trechery reduced it to ashes, leaving one of the Valen household's precious few vassals to disappear over the course of a night.

You'd met two of them: Sisters of the at-the-time head of the Tier family. Friends of your cousin Caylen's... Or perhaps admirers was more accurate. A fascination born from an embarassingly one-sided public beatdown he had endured on behalf of their honor, or some such. It wasn't a tale you had much knowledge of, outside of the wonderfully blackmailable material that your cousin had technically won the match by way of being beaten until his opponent offered a resignation and apology purely out of pity.

It was the Tier family which had captured and imprisoned a monstrous creature local to Teranford's relentless dunes and hostile wastes; something you had been fortunate enough to not truly confront or encounter, beyond the brief glimpse of its titanic slumbering form through 'A Spider's Web'. As Rinnier was apt to remind you, it was a problem which remained to be permanently dealt with... And as its unnaturally hearty constitution rendered it increasingly resilient to the drugs which kept it pacified, it was little more than a ticking bomb waiting to go off.

Kara claimed she could handle the beast were it to eventually rouse, but setting aside the lack of finality to that solution, you sincerely doubted her confidence in dealing with it extended to a lack of collateral damage... To speak nothing of the damage it would wreak on Carona's recovering morale and sense of safety.

Derelict as it was, this place was a stark reminder of so many things you still had to address. It was also, quite fortunately for you, a place well avoided by the citizens of Carona... Which made it the perfect place to hide something you'd rather not expose them to.
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"So how will we know if it's here?" Rinnier stood apart from you, eyeing the surrounding vinegrowth with a guarded stance and crossed arms. "Will it come if you whistle?"

You wanted to say no, but there was a very real possibility it would do just that. You had never truly parsed what it actually understood when you spoke, but for the most part it had been incredibly pliable when it came to instructions. Pliable, but... Not terribly reliable. Like an enthusiastic cat, or dog, eager for attention. If it were here and waiting, it would likely emerge the moment it noticed your presence.

...Minutes later, nothing had stirred from within the burned out estate.

"Should it be here by now?" Rinnier called skeptically.

"Maybe." You hedged, "It's been long enough, it could have arrived any time recently." You turned back to her shrugging, "Or maybe still en route. I can check again tomorrow." Your spitfire Testament made little secret of her willingness to leave, but your eyes still sought for signs of something in the ruins.

Something was... Different. There was a feeling of something familiar in the air you struggled to place immediately, but it tugged at you as if you should have recognized it.

"Irue?"

You felt a feather light caress along your ankle as a small, flowering vine began to coil gently around you. A tentative shake of the foot confirmed that the little thing had already ensnared the rest of your foot, as well. "Found it." You announced with a pleased grin, crimson eyes narrowing to find the tiny vine's kin among the housing.

Once you knew what you were looking for, it wasn't difficult to pick out the signs. A hole in the collapsing roof marked by small white petals and the almost lazy sway of vines unaided by the wind. The real question, as you shifted through the untamed grass and weeds, was why this had been your greeting.

It was a question you didn't need wait long to be answered, as you stepped beyond the busted frame of the doorway and found the golem sitting contentedly within the wreckage. Its human form bordered on nightmarish with literal limbs stretching to obscene lengths and spindly, tendril like digits that clasped the building's interior with a deceptive strength. It lifted its featureless face to greet you, the carved scars of abuse suffered at the hands of its kin peering tentatively through a heavy veil of hair-like vines as a shower of pale white petals fell from the countless blooming flowers.

Yet even further beyond that veil, sitting comfortably asleep in its lap, was Ari.

>Leave them be
>Wake Ari
>Meditate (?)
>Other (write-in)
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>>2888277

I think we should let her sleep, but I also think we should leave some indicator that we've come and gone.

A short note perhaps?
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going to leave this open overnight, as I'm under no delusion I'll get out another update tonight. That said, with the hurricane coming in tomorrow this may be it.

Cross your fingers for power not going out!
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>>2888277
>Wake Ari
If we're going to have a day off let's have it all together.
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>>2887257
>Rinnier turned her neck, looking at you strangely.
Was this a SHAFT Headtilt?
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>>2888277
>>Leave them be
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>>2888277
>put a flower in ari's hair
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>>2888277
This means Ari wanderut outside the walls, alone. That old chain/leash joke is getting less funny as time goes on.

>Wake Ari
The whole reason we told oakenrue to come out here was so the town wouldn't have a collective heart attack. There's a real possibility Ari won't bother having it revert before coming back into town. I'd honestly rather let her sleep though.
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>>2888277
> Pet the golem

It can't help being an abomination.
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>>2888273
We really gotta find those Tier girls, since they're our only hope of controlling the beast.

I see no problem publicizing that the Mayor had the beast kept there as a weapon to be used by the rebels against the town, and rallying everyone to help find them.

Carona has suffered enough, so long as they come back to help there won't be any questions asked.

Should also drive a wedge between the native rebel supporters and Artemis cunts manipulating them.
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>>2890033

I wouldn't hold your breath. It's been a long damn time. Odds are good they've been handled one way or another.
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>>2890169
Yep, they vanished early during our Rite, and we never followed it up. We were fairly busy at the time, but they're either rotting in a ditch somewhere, or enslaved halfway across the continent by now.
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>>2890225
They've probably suffocated or starved to death in a hidden basement or shelter. We just couldn't find them with our inferior human senses, but with a web it would be so easy.
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>>2888341
>>2888601
Letting her sleep!

>>2888550
>>2888649
Waking her up!

>>2888602
>>2890014
Flowers and petting!

I'll wait about 30m for a tiebreak between sleeping and waking, then flip a coin.
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>>2888576
It was not! She just didn't turn her whole body to look at you, and I guess I worded it poorly.

Anyway, my campaign has concluded and my power is somehow still not out, so back to the quest!
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>>2890987

Changing my vote to waking her, as long as we do it politely. Don't want to waste the effort that Oakenrue applied to avoiding disturbing her.
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>>2891008
Waking her up!

Writing then!
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>>2891020
Did Jinn get you? or Undine?
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"Two questions answered." You muttered, stepping carefully across the creaking boards as Rinnier looked on from outside the house. Nature was doing nothing to aid the integrity of this place, and you weren't keen on being the last straw on its crumbling foundation. "Now how long have you two been here, I wonder..."

While Ari'd been missing since sometime before you woke, you hadn't assumed she would wander far; certainly not well beyond the walls of Carona. It was lucky that the golem had been here to look after her, but it hardly answered the question of why she had left in the first place. Your fingers threaded delicately through the finely grown ivy serving as the monstrous golem's hair - A curious attempt to mimic your own blonde locks, which it had taken some peculiar interest in during your first meeting - and shared a small, secretive smile with the nightmarish creature as its clammy, flesh coated limbs rustled and preened under the attention.

There was a time when it would have parroted back some vaguely parseable vocabulary in your voice, but the scars left from its face being torn away seemed to have stemmied that particular aspect. A curiosity, given it had no need for the face in the first place... But as someone who could claim to be an expert on apparitions - And potentially the expert on this particular sort - you wagered the loss was more symbolic than anything else. An apparition was, after all, little more than symbolic in its entire existence; Personification of a concept, or smaller facet, attributed to the greater whole.

In this child's case, that greater whole had descended back into a restful slumber... Which meant its activity should have slowed to a crawl, or halted in its entirety. It would have done just that, if it hadn't forged a connection with yourself and Ari in order to sustain itself.
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On one hand, that connection was something you ill understood in practice. Intellectually you likened it to the process of nurturing which many Adepts went through to strengthen their connection to a Mana... But even in such a case, nurturing presumed that the apparition in question still found its connection fully rooted in its Mana of origin. You had no way of knowing just how much, or how truly active (or dormant) that connection was now... But its devotion to Ari and yourself had empirically proven second to none. None... Including it's own kin.

A fact which brought you to the other scale, in which you were relatively certain that this golem would never reach the heights of its near implacable potential as it once had. Not when it relied so heavily on mortals like Ari and yourself in order to stave off the siren call of its Mana to drift back to sleep. It was weaker now, to what extent you couldn't be sure, but that weakness-

If you were being entirely honest, it inspired some sense of responsibility in you. It had gone through a great deal from the moment you'd met the increasingly abominable existence, and abandoning it now felt intrinsically wrong. A feeling only aided by the single minded quest for affection it seemed to indulge in whenever there was a moment's respite. Even now you had to keep your hands gently threading and weaving as you pet the thing in order to avoid becoming ensnared in it's everseeking embrace.

You disentangled yourself from the willow-esque veil of flowering ivy, kneeling to inspect your softly breathing Testament. Petals from the apparition's hair had fallen over her in the time she'd slept, leaving the fragile girl sprinkled in pale splotches of white in the otherwise blackened scorch. Habit drove you to search for some injury, plucking one of the fallen flowers from her shoulder to slot through her perpetually stringy hair.

"Mn." That light touch was enough to rouse her, afixing luminescent amber upon you as her eyelids slid open. Thin veins of that lifeblood-sap pulsed from blankly dilated pupils, seeming to stare through as if you weren't before her at all. She blinked as your hand jerked back, a sharp intake of breath startlingly the soft-spoken girl from her peace as she herself startled and bumped her back against the golem's spindly trunk. "Master!"

"..."

The two of you hesitated, before you reached out and lightly bopped her on the head. "We talked about this."

"I... Irue..." She corrected reluctantly, shrinking with the chastisement. When curiosity finally drove her to peek back up at you, her eyes had returned to the same unremarkable hazel color as her hair. "Why are you...?"

"Rinnier and I were walking and I wanted to check on our friend." Your thumb angled up lazily, "What are you doing outside of Carona?"
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"Rinny's...?" She muttered sleepily, surreptitiously attempting to glance over your shoulder before her attention slid back to you. Her tongue slid uncertainly along her lower lip, a nervous attempt to combat the dryness as she was put on the spot. "It was lonely?"

You blinked.

"You knew it was here?"

"Uh... Huh." She nodded, gaining a little more confidence in herself after you'd tentatively accepted the explanation. "This morning. Should I not have..?"

You braced the bridge of your nose. The time spent within the Imprisoned Child's Atelier had definitely left its mark. You still didn't fully understand exactly what that meant for her, but an innate awareness of the apparition could - at the very least - be attributed to the burgeoning affinity you'd suspected she had.

"Were you planning on staying out here all day?"

"I tried meditating!"

"You were fast asleep."

"...Yeah." She visibly deflated, you flat observation soundly unravelling her attempt to garner a shade of praise.

"Are you done in there?" Rinnier's call interjected, barely reverberating in the burned out hollow of the Tier's estate. "It can't take this long to wake her up."

You snorted, pushing to your feet as you stepped back and away. "You didn't have to come with me, you know."

"And you didn't have to spend ten minutes petting a monster." She shot back heatlessly, "Why is that still around when the others supposedly aren't?"

"It's... Complicated." You deflected lamely, unwilling to try and get into the theories needed to try and justify your conjectures. "You can relax though, I promise it's the only one."

"You're the only one that can relax around something like that." The red haired Testament stated plainly from beyond the door way, her gaze sharpening as it shifted past you and finally landed on Ari. "You should at least tell someone where you're going, Ari. You'll worry people."

"...Sorry, Rinny."

Rinnier's hands set sternly on her hips, staring down the wilting Testament... Eventually deigning to shake her head rather than continue. "Don't forget next time." Her attention refocused just above the two of you, reluctantly staring down Ari's guardian apparition. "Is that thing staying out here, or can it become its own finger again?"

the three of you looked up at the apparition, its wooden limbs clad in a thin veneer of lifeless, yet unrotting, flesh. Its chest was little more than a jagged maw of wooden teeth, horizontally interlocking like a taut maw... And you knew for a matter of fact that it was swallowing someone whole within it.

It seemed happy to be looked at, and basked in the attention.

>Leave it here, Ari can look after it.
>Stick form, let's go home.
>Meditate
>Other? (write-in)
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>>2892191
>Stick form, let's go home.
It won't be lonely that way, and would hopefully stop scaring Rinnier.
I'm tempted to try and meditate, but I'm afraid something horrible would happen.
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>>2892191

I really want to hit the big red button and meditate, but that would be rude to Rinnier.

On that matter, I think we should ask Ari her thoughts on the matter. She's quite literally got the best affinity for it at this point, and if it would be healthier/happier to stay by her side or stay out in the forest would be best bounced through her.
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>>2892106
I am unfortunately easily distracted by people asking for help. The hurricane has been a disappointment so far. Which is an excellent line to provoke it into not being one, but we'll see.
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>>2892209
Sticks!

>>2892210
It's okay with being a stick, right?

Window closed!
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>>2892259
Stick from works.
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>>2892191
>And you knew for a matter of fact that it was swallowing someone whole within it.
What? Right now?

???
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>>2892322
>it was capable of swallowing someone whole within it.
Typo. I noticed that about ten minutes ago, and it made me seriously consider just going to bed.

This next update will probably be the last one of the night.
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If you'd had more time, you would have probably sat down with Ari and began meditation on your own. The presence of the apparition more or less assuaged whatever misgivings you wpuld have had regarding the dangers of losing track of time, or spacing out in such a remote location, and it wasn't as if you'd sat down and 'spoken' to it since the Atelier.

For whatever good that would do. Even using the bracelet, communication was restricted to vague order-and-obey exchanges, and you still struggled to get it to understand even the slightest increase of complexity in such things.

Your own attempts at connecting with the apparition were stunted at the best of times, but if Ari's claim of empathy held weight then maybe that didn't always need be the case. You broke the communal staring contest to grab the submissive Testament's attention. "How well can it understand you?"

"Okay?" She did not seem terribly confident, yet remained attentively rapt to you as she waited for you to continue.

"It can't come into town looking like that." You gestured needlessly, not bothering to actually look at the horrid abomination of flesh and timber. "If it can retake a smaller form that would be best... Does it even want to enter town, though?"

"Um." Ari's soft voice was easily missed as you took hold of her tentatively outstretched hand and helped lift her up. "I think... As long as it's not alone, it's happy?"

"If it would prefer to stay out here, then you can spend your time out here with it." You glanced between Ari and the silently looming golem. "You made your way out here once already, and it's proven itself a good guardian." Good was an understatement. It was a fantastically dedicated thing, and you couldn't fathom it encountering much out here which would outclass what it had already kept Ari safe from.

"Will you... Be here to?" She laid a hand against the smooth neck of the golem as she spoke, eliciting a shiver through its elongated frame.

"Sometimes." You try to assure it, "...But I can't spend all of my time out here, so probably not often."

Whether it understood your or not, Ari's eyes drifted shut with a pinched look of consternation. She stood like that, swaying slowly on her feet with each inaudible breath taken. When she opened her eyes again, your fey-touched Testament shook her head with a touch of finality and withdrew her hand. The ominous cracking of wood heralded her answer, the jagged teeth along its torso snapping apart unevenly as its vicious maw wrenched open before you.
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"It will come." She explained, seemingly both unperturbed by, and already expecting of, the resin-streaked rod of pallid flesh it proceeded to expel. Its body grew stiff with the action; An expulsion of something intrinsic to its vitality, which drained from its emptying husk even the minor swaying of its attention-yearning impatience. What remained was little more than a wooden caricature and its veil of wilting flowers, gripping onto the crumbling skeleton of the house even in its final moments.

You grasped the rod in hand, feeling it thrum beneath your fingertips at the touch. Flesh covered its length, spiderwebbed with the amber veins you had come to recognize as its lifeblood. At one time it had served as the apparition's core - Coalesced and localized as a mimicry of your own bracelet - but you wondered if such a concept could even be applied to it any longer. Had its core simply evolved in some manner? Or was this something beyond a core entirely?

You passed it back to Ari for the moment, shelving your suspicions over this development for the time being. "Let's head back."

"Yes!" Ari chirped gladly, latching onto your sleeve as you left the building.

You emerged to Rinnier's crossed arms, and the spitfire Testament looking you over skeptically. There was a distinct feeling she wanted to disapprove of something, but was still deciding whether or not it was worth the energy. "Rinnier, about dinner-" You decide to preempt any such decision, swapping topics with a practiced ease. "-How do we go about... Inviting everyone?"

"Who is 'everyone'?" She eyed you a moment longer, but eventually fell in step alongside as the three of you started back towards Carona. "If you want all of the knights, we would need to plan this dinner another day. If it's just a few..."

>Everyone, let's make it an event.
>Dullem and a few others will be enough.
>Testaments alone are sufficient. Something private.
>Other? (write-in)

Good night.
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>>2892347
>Testaments alone are sufficient. Something private.

Sleep tight
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>>2892347
>>Dullem and a few others will be enough.

Don't let the bug bugs bite.
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>>2892347
>>Dullem and a few others will be enough.
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>>2892347
>Everyone, let's make it an event.
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>>2892347
>Dullem and a few others will be enough.
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>>2892347

>Dullem and a few others will be enough.

We're mayor: if we want to make an event, we need to plan and execute it. An occasion is not undertaken lightly.

Breaking bread? Restoring your presence in your greater cadre as a leader? That's something we can and should do.
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>>2892347
>Dullem and a few others will be enough.

Also the heads of the towns factions and rebuilders. They should get to know their defenders.

We can plan for a big feast with them later, to make sure it doesn't look like we're taking special treatment.
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>>2892347
>>Dullem and a few others will be enough.
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>>2892931
Nah let's get our stuff in order with our own faction before dining with the villagers. Besides, it's work.
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>>2892349
A private dinner where we force Kara and Rinnier to eat together! We have issues to work out.

>>2892375
>>2892427
>>2892584
>>2892586
>>2892931
>>2892943
Just Dullem and a couple knights! We need to work on bridging that divide and appearing more human to them.

>>2892582
Another day, but with everyone.

These look like the votes so far. I'll leave the window open for another hour or so just for any last second stuff, but the answer seems clear.

In the meantime, go check out Ouro's new quest. I take long enough to update, you've got plenty of time.
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"Dullem, then."

Moving all your knights for a dinner event in the exception of Carona's citizens sounded like a worse and worse idea the longer you thought of it, and inviting only the important members of Carona's reconstruction effort was a disaster even you could see coming. One you'd consider tackling later, once you had secured a few other loose ends in your fledgeling power base. There were few forms of conflict you felt truly confident in, and social engineering was explicitly one of them; given a little more time to prepare, you'd hopefully have the last pieces you needed to begin.

For now though, you'd focus on those aforementioned pieces. "We'll start small, with just him and a few other knights. I'll need a rundown of any Lieutenants he's assigned,-"

"Stop." Rinnier cut you off, "I told you, no work today."

"It's not work."

"You just asked for reports based on rank and assignment for attendance." Rinnier didn't give an inch, "Are you planning a dinner, or a status report?"

Were you taking this too seriously? You hadn't hesitated to limit your exposure to your knights to Dullem alone early on, as what you needed was for the knights to move quickly to resolve the quickly mounting storm of other issues you were attending to. To your credit, you still believe it had been the right choice; it had certainly paid off well enough. But now the circumstances were different, and you decided to take advantage of the privacy this walk back to Carona provided to do something you wouldn't have a month ago.

"I didn't have time to earn their loyalty personally when they were first inducted, so I focused on gaining Dullem's trust. I planned to use their faith in him to simulate devotion to me."

Be completely honest about the intentions churning out of the cogs in the background.

"I can't keep relying on artifical loyalty. I need to widen the scope of exposure I have to my knights. The more experiences they have with me, the easier it becomes to disseminate a consistent impression to the people they're in charge of. So I thought... I feel confident in Dullem's opinion of me, so the next step would be the people just below him in command."

"That's work, Irue." Rinnier sighed, "Plan a dinner. See how it goes."

"I am planning the dinner."

"You're trying to optimize your interactions with people, not choosing 'soup or salad'."

"...Does that matter?"

You hadn't actually given thought to the food itself. Salads seemed simpler at first glance, but the acquisition of dressings might be more indulgent than a thin soup, and given the shortage of resources you probably should consider how the appetizer could supplement the main course without draining things unnecessarily. Your knights had their origins in the citizenry, the last thing you wanted was to give them the impression you splurged luxury while the rest of Carona struggled.
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"Soup. Soup would be better." You nodded, confident in the answer. The greenery and vegetables needed for salad were hardly rare in the region, but were certainly more valuable since the Banshee damaged Carona's crops.

"I like soup." Ari unexpectedly added her own shy judgement, prompting an exasperated sigh from her fellow Testament.

"My point was that you don't need to plan for the best. They're your knights, not a scheming peerage."

"I know that." You pause, "I've been called out enough over that, I know, but I don't want to screw this up. I've got one shot to make a good first impression and get this right."

"..." Rinnier quietly shook her head, "Were you like this when you met all of us the first time, too?"

"No." You admitted with some reticence, "But a lot has happened between then and now. Things are different."

"Things are different." Rinnier stressed, "You were needlessly bombastic and untested back then." She reached out to you, placing a steady hand on your shoulder. "You're not now. Where's the confidence you had back when you didn't deserve it?"

"...Every choice I made just led to more trouble." You answered after a reluctant moment, "I started that Rite nearly failing, and spent the rest of my time scrambling every day trying to fix it. I spent months like that, feeling like I was a step away from everything slipping through my fingers, and nearly died before it was over." There was a certain cathartic comfort to admitting this sort of thing. One helped along by the fact that you'd already shown a much worse side to the people present to hear you now.

You retained some confidence in certain things, and had definitely gained confidence in others, but if you were speaking purely of your attitude... You stopped just short of the consideration that everything you'd been through had left its mark, and more relevantly, left you scared.

You've been burned enough. You knew you'd be burned more in the days to come, but that didn't mean you liked it. It didn't mean you were excited to charge headlong into it like you had before.

They were just little things, but the plans eased that anxiety. Made it easier for you to keep making progress.

"...Alright." Rinnier evidently saw fit to show some mercy as she relented, "But for this dinner, keep in mind that they'll be looking to you for cues." Rinnier held her head high, not-so-subtly gesturing you to do the same. "Confident leaders breed confident subjects."

"I know that." You grouse irritably, twisting your head in that specific manner needed to elegantly reposition your hair. "You don't need to tell me."

"Just making sure." A shameless lie, one she took no effort to pretend the legitimacy of... But you took the transparently backhanded teasing to heart and kept your head up.

Minutes later, long after the discussion had receded to an amiable silence, Ari tugged shyly at your sleeve.

"Are we still having soup?"
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When you finally returned, a diminuitive maid with sea-green eyes was awaiting you at the gates to Carona; a position held implacably for Luna only knew how long. She looked up as you approached, patiently waiting until you were close enough to hear her soft-spoken voice. A single word, serving both as acknowledgement and greeting as she welcomed your return.

"Irue."

Her gaze barely acknowledged the two Testament accompanying you, only deigning to slide briefly over the walking stick that helped aid Ari's ambulance before settling unerringly on you.

Asche was... A delicate matter to you. Someone you trusted implicitly, more than anyone else if you were to be honest, but you'd found yourself staring further and further into the abyss of secrets the stoic little maid kept to herself. Whether it be her awareness of the Fae, or her closely held knowledge of the Relic your late-sister claimed as her bracelet - The same one responsible for one disaster after another; first by accident, and later by choice.

"Asche." You nodded back, a near tangible feeling of uncertainty souring the instinctive peace of mind that the small Maid's presence brought you.

"Asche." Ari returned her own soft greeting, despite being passed over initially-

-And after a second, you blinked as the stoic maid nodded minutely in her direction. "Ari."

"Rinnier." Your redhaired Testament deadpanned, "If we're finished with greetings, we still have some business to take care of if we're going to have that dinner tonight."

>Right, the dinner takes precedence.
>Take some time with Asche, instead.
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>>2895504

Dinner.

Even if Asche isn't actually work, it's going to feel like it right now.

Could always invite her to join us. Ostensibly she'd shadow us anyways if she didn't have other business, but I think a major part of our trepidation with Asche comes from the fact that Irue almost considers her an NPC in character:

Approaching her more like a person at the least may be educational.
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>>2895504
>>Right, the dinner takes precedence.
I really want to deal with Asche, but we have no leverage for the topics we want to pry out of her; nothing will change if we try to force the issue. And we're apparently somewhat short on time.

I guess we could try and hold ourselves hostage, but I don't see that ending well.
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>>2895524
>>2895534
We don't have time for questions, Asche! We're having soup!

Writing!
It's mildly comforting to be back down to normal activity levels.
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As much as you wanted to press for those answers, Rinnier was right. It was something you'd pursue later, rather than try to split your attention now. "Asche, do you know where I can find Dullem?"

She nodded shortly, turning to lead you on without further questioning. The trip winding through Carona's streets accompanied little conversation this time around, barring the occasional observation from Rinnier as she drew your attention to one thing or another.

Asche spoke little at the best of times, a quirk which led to the comfortably one-sided conversations you had grown used to holding with her while growing up. Minor facial expressions, and often what she didn't say were more important than the precious few words she did - And they were the little things you had spent so long memorizing. It was how you knew she was relieved to see you at the gate, and could discern the still lingering distaste she and Rinnier mutually appeared to share with each other. Why you were surprised to see her developing acceptance of Ari, and why you hadn't needed to explain anything beyond asking for Dullem for her to acquiesce.

As stoic as she was, the little maid was an open book to you, and it's because of that you made silent note of the hesitation in her steps, and the routine way her head would shift to one side just enough to catch you in her peripheral.

She was fretting. Something you'd caught her doing off and on since you'd taken your late sister's bracelet back from her care.

"You tear away a piece of yourself to create them. Searing the wound shut when they are killed."
"What... In Shade's name is it?"
"A tool. One you did not know how to use. One which will use you."


She'd promised you answers later, but you were still frustratingly in the dark... A fact which you partly had yourself to blame for. It was easy to set aside those questions for later, to focus on something else in front of you, because on some level you felt like Asche would just always be there. She had always been there, and just like earlier, you had grown so used to the small maid's presence that you didn't find it unusual at all for her to have waited at the gate specifically for your return.

And just like now, you'd set aside the quest for those answers to arrange a dinner, confident that she'd still be there - Patiently waiting to your left, attentive and ready at the word.

...You banished those thoughts as studiously as you could, already feeling the inevitable mire gurgling up to question whether that constant you'd grown so comfortable with would stay constant.

Asche wasn't going anywhere. She'd stay with you. She'd always stayed with you.
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Despite the increase in people around you, it felt as if a divide had widened. Between Asche's customary muteness and Ari's terminally bashful nature, the only one seemingly interested in holding a conversation remained Rinnier... But with the addition of Asche and Ari, the distance between you seemed like it increased.

Stray comments like dangling ropes, promising a return to the easy banter you'd enjoyed, only ever lead to dead ends and short-lived back and forths. It wasn't beyond the realm of amiability, but...

"Oh." Trying to puzzle out how to deal with the peculiar regression into polite chatter was set aside as you caught sight of Dullem further ahead. "Dullem!"

"Ser Valen?!" The bear of a man jumped when you called for him, treating you tot he sight of his intimidatingly broad frame making a full swap between casual attentiveness and the highly taut string of a man caught in compromise. "Hrck." He coughed, beating his chest to clear the obstruction. "Sorry, I uh... wasn't expecting you. Can I ask why you came out?"

You looked past the erstwhile captain of your knights, leaving his question hanging unanswered while you inspected the mostly cleared lot behind him. The knights had been working nonstop for the month you were gone, it was rare that you found yourself in a position to actually see the results of it spreading out before you.

But what captured your attention more than that was the poorly disguised curiosity of the knights he had been working with until you interrupted. Faces you only vaguely recognized, be it between your own memories or that of your shadow's, which varied in just how determined they were in trying to hide their attempts at eavesdropping on the infant conversation.

"A couple reasons." Your crimson eyes shifted back to Dullem. "How are things progressing?"

"We're almost done with this district." Dullem reported, scratching the back of his neck as he pivoted to give you a better view. "As y'can see we're cleaning up here before movin' on. Gotta talk it over with the council, but we might be ready to start rebuilding soon!" A proud smile could scarcely be concealed on the easily read man's face during that revelation. "We've got the materials to get a start on some real homes for folks. Dunno how far they'll go, but... Something's better than nothin'."

True to his word, a great deal of empty space stretched out between you and Carona's outer walls. At one time this place had been nothing but a pile of blown over buildings, struck mercilessly by the playful whims of Mistral's Child. Before that it had been... Something else. You weren't knowledgeable enough about Carona to know what, but the important thing is that it would be something else again soon.
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This was the first taste of real progress you'd had since returning, and you didn't bother to hide the pleased smile it brought on. Even if this was only a fraction of the town as a whole, it was the foundation for a new Carona - One made possible by your knights. Your leader- Okay, Rinnier's leadership.

"You've done excellent work." Praise came to mind easily, and you couldn't argue that it felt well earned in this case. "Do you have an estimate on when another district will be cleared like this?"

"Uh... No." And like that, the shared mood dampened marginally. Dullem forged along, aiming to explain himself to you quickly. "Next closest to this is 'bout half done, but we had t'slow down after the people dug their heels in on Demihumans. Made things more complicated, so we ended up finishin' this one first."

He shrugged apologetically, but you waved it off. Rinnier had driven it home by now just how obstinate Carona had been regarding Kara's pack and its continued participation in the recovery efforts. They'd been reassigned already anyway, so there wasn't much more you could do for the moment. Speaking of which...

"Have you had the opportunity to get feedback over what we discussed earlier?"

"Ah, right, right." He rumbled, cutting a clearly uncertain look back towards the assortment of knights making incredibly poor excuses to idle within earshot. "Can't say a lot of us are keen on travelling with them, but we ain't gonna object if you say so." He trailed off, providing the amusing image of a man nearly twice your size wilting under your expecting gaze, before clearing his throat awkwardly. "But uh, at least a couple of em don't mind it at all! Worked with Kara's boys off and on enough, I guess the squeamish rubbed off a bit."

"That's..." You blinked, taken adequately off guard. "...That's more than I expected, thank you."

"Eh?"

You'd planned to force them to acclimate to each other, but maybe this would go faster than you expected. It wasn't exactly enthusiasm for cooperation with the demihuman pack you'd found under your employ, but ambivalence was far and away superior to outright negativity.

This might actually work, and that thought alone left you elated!

Dullem on the other hand didn't seem to understand why anything he'd just said had been worth the excitement it elicited. He smiled uneasily, evidently opting to just be happy he accidentally stumbled into more praise.

Which reminded you...

>Ask Dullem to request a Gnome Adept on your behalf
>Broach the dinner topic
>Talk to him about something else (what?)
>Other? (write-in)
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>Ask Dullem to request a Gnome Adept on your behalf

GNOME TIME
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>>2895922
>>Ask Dullem to request a Gnome Adept on your behalf
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I have legitimate doubts I'll get another update out before I rest, so I'll leave this window open until later today.

Much thanks to everyone putting up with this silly 2-updates-daily pace. As some of you are already aware, slice of life is not my strong suit. I hope it's going better this time!
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>>2895534
>>2895524

JFC. We even put it in the notes to go over this with Asche ASAP.

This better not end up like when three people killed shadowrue.

>>2895922
>Broach the dinner topic

Fucks sake. Abandoning Asche for the dinner, then abandoning that for work? Let's at least try to be consistent. We can discuss the Gnome adopt with him later instead of working today.
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>>2895922
>Broach the dinner topic
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>>2895922
>Broach the dinner topic
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>>2895922
And once we have dinner organized, let's go over things with Asche. I'm going out to sea for the day so best of luck with that dudes.
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>>2895922
>>Broach the dinner topic
>>2896006
As stated, it'd be great to deal with her, but
1.nothing has changed between us; if she stonewalls us again we still can't force it out of her.
2.we're apparently short on time, if we want this dinner to be more than slapdash.
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>>2896006

We also promised Rinnier to take it easy today.

Pick it up after dinner at least.
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>>2896006

I concur. We're here to invite Dullem.

It's not like we'll be able to keep work out of the dinner conversation in the first place; It's just not the priority.

To be honest, part of the point of this is to break Irue from her grueling pace. As far as we can tell, Asche's greatest concern is our condition, which makes it our most effective leverage. Holding ourselves hostage is going to provoke a negative, likely highly restrictive response, but if we are able to demonstrate that we are willing and able to account for our health, best case scenario she sees no reason to hold out on us: Worst case scenario, her objections ring hollow giving us leverage, and we're still healthier.
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Lets just engage with Asche in good faith before attempting to emotionally blackmail one of the few people Irue holds some measure of love for.
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We'll talk to Ashe before the day is over. No ifs or buts
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>>2896273
>Lets just engage with Asche in good faith
We can try, but we have attempted that before. We need some other recourse if it fails again (as i suspect it will). Does anyone have any other ideas that don't involve blackmail?
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>>2896407
Throw the fucking thing into a lake.

Really though, we could use that sleep thing... What's it called. Link with her
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>>2896407

We can always ask the Luna Shrine!


Oh... Right.

>Love you Mim!

Seriously though, at this point we need to lay it out as necessary. Irue is going to be in danger again, Irue's options when threatened are, in order of effectiveness (and cost) Summon Bigger Fish, social sparring, run like hell

It's not like we're gunning for cosmic power here: We can't make a useful decisions on the bangle because we have nothing but painful withdrawal and non-specific warnings of severe damage.

We can mitigate our chance of conflict, but we cannot eliminate it, which means it WILL be used again, and at this point, it WILL be used again improperly or out of context.

Open up to Asche; acknowledge her concern as more than your left-hand. Offer no oaths of caution or promises of abstinence, since the time for such childish dishonesty is long past.

You need to know, because while knowledge can result in collateral damage, ignorance only avoids it through dumb luck.
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>>2896463
It's been a while, and I don't even know where to start looking in the archive, but I seem to recall our first attempt trying something like
>we need to lay it out as necessary. Irue is going to be in danger again
this, with no progress.

>non-specific warnings of severe damage.
She's the only one that's mentioned that, and despite the warnings we haven't been able to find a single shred of evidence in support of that claim In character or out. Maybe she doesn't want us to use it for some other reason?

>>2896435
I wonder if both participants have to be human for it to work.

I get the impression Asche still views us as a child. But I'm not sure why she gave us the thing in the first place if she didn't want to even tell us how to use it properly, especially if it can easily be misused.
I assume there's some complicated knot at the center involving our dead family that no one will talk to us about, especially our sister.
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>>2896511

If I recall correctly, the last time we did it, we were bedridden and literally jonesing for its presence.

I also believe that we failed to penetrate the surface of the issue because of that: The overhead "I want to protect Irue" is likely true, but we seriously need to pick her brain on this.

I wonder if it is as simple as demanding she be candid with her concerns. Blackmail or not, there is doubt here that will only continue to grow if she's unwilling to bridge the gap.

It's not a threat or ransom: It's already true. We still trust her, but not the same way we could before.

My crackpot theory is that the reason Asche refuses to elaborate on the bracelet is that she is an Aspiration of Dryad that Ariel nurtured. This is why she only begins to "link" with Irue after Ariel died, and also suggests why she reacted so violently against Shadowrue: Not just in the protection of Irue, but because Mana is jealous: Asche would not allow you to be Shade's.

Giving you that knowledge would allow you to examine her with fresh eyes, and see her for what she is. That is terrifying for her, because it gives you the opportunity to reject her, and we all know how well Dryad-aligned Mana handle rejection.
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>>2896554
Let's snuggle!

>>2896511
Probably because she didn't think we'd actually manage to use the damn thing. It was pure chance that it was used improperly the first time. All we knew it was and kept it around for was because it was our one last link with our family.
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>>2896435
I'll back this idea.
>>2896463
Invite Mim to the dinner?
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>>2896577
I'd rather not, this is about trying to cultivate a better relationship and maybe warmth with our knights
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>>2896554
I think the problem is that Asche has aliens thought patterns so she doesn't understand that we would need more detail than "don't touch". It's like, Asche KNOWS things, but doesn't understand them. Like a dog with a vocabulary.
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>>2896579
Well we should at least see Mim on our day off and play with her a bit. She IS a kid, it will be good for both of us.
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>>2896573
>Probably because she didn't think we'd actually manage to use the damn thing.
I don't know about that. Rue was always fascinated with Mana. We were appearently always trying some differ t method of meditation. It was only a matter of time before we'd try it while wearing the bracelet.
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>>2896577
>>2896579
>>2896584

We've already got Mim time on the horizon. Let's not get too carried away.

>>2896588

On the other hand, with our body constantly purged of all other mana would that actually be a possibility? We spent a rather large amount of our time in a Dryad fueled haze, and Feydka showed up again when we were under enforced rest.
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>>2896588
Asche is a Vulcan in this context.

Irulen is human(ish).
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>>2896580
So we should just sit there and say "why" a couple hundred times to get all the details. It's worth a shot.

>>2896584
After the dinner. We can take her out of the shrine and just do whatever, thing's she's probably never been allowed to do. Climb the watch towers, run on top of the town wall. Hell let's make a picnic basket and watch the sun set from the guard tower.

While the whole town is destroyed it's kind of difficult to have fun.

>>2896588
It wasn't wearing it, it was using it as the focus of our meditation. But yes Asche made a miscalculation but she also couldn't very well withhold such a keepsake from us.
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>>2896594
It's not work, though. If we are having a day off, we should go hang out with Mim. Because that's what friends do, they don't slot them into times to have obligatory interaction.
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>>2896584
IIRC, we talked to her within the last few days in character.
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>>2896604
That was disaster management, not hanging out.
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>>2896604
That was work and manipulation.

You're still rollplaying, not roleplaying.
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>>2896602

I don't disagree with hanging out with Mim. I disagree with hanging out with Mim now. I think we devote some direct time with her rather than trying to shoehorn her in.

Just because it's a day off doesn't mean we can't work some leisure time into our schedule, and spend it freely on her. I think it's a better strategy than trying to juggle everyone at once.
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>>2896621
>still
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>>2895972
>>2895974
Dullem I need you to ask for a Gnome Adept. Last time I talked to them, Carona blew up.

>>2896006
>>2896017
>>2896041
>>2896128
Dinner! Dinner is important!

Alright, going to take a shower and then write! Probably take about an hour-ish, so here's your last call warning!
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>>2897471
>My ID changed again
I hate this.
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Window closed! Writing!
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>>2898810
A great deal of Not Writing has happened instead of the promised Writing. That said, please don't strain yourself staying up for it! We'll still be here when you wake up, and this thread was meant to be downtime in the first place.

Downtime ends with this thread, though.
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>>2898833

Alright. We've got 4 pages to finish dinner, tie Asche to a lamp post and have her spill the beans.

Fug
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"I wanted to invite you for dinner tonight." You held for a beat, scanning the absolute blankness of Dullem's face. "Don't worry, it's nothing formal. Rinnier convinced me to take the day off, and I thought it would be nice to end it together."

"It's a good opportunity." Rinnier joined, "But there won't be any alcohol this time. I want to avoid a repeat of the last time."

"Prolly' for the best." The reluctance in Dullem's agreement spoke of an entirely different opinion on the matter of dry festivities. "Pretty sure there'd be more victims this round."

"Victims?" You blinked under the lost context. "I dealt with that already, we shouldn't need to worry about it."

"Eh?" The knight captain seemed surprised, looking between you and Rinnier as the latter cut her eyes towards you and shook her head. "...Somethin' else?"

"What?"

"Anyway, no alcohol." Rinnier forged along, soundly ignoring your confusion. "It will be a casual affair, nothing sophisticated."

"Ah, if y'say so." Tension drained from the larger man's shoulders. "I'll be there for sure. Anything I should be bringing?"

"Friends." You nod, "Not a lot, but whoever you think might be interested. Preferrably people you trust; lieutenants, aides..." You roll your wrist a couple times in illustration, "I'll leave it up to you."

"Lieutenants..." He mumbled to himself, muffled behind a calloused hand. "I can ask around 'fore it gets too late. Dunno who'll be interested."

"I'll come!"

Another voice added itself to the conversation from further behind Dullem, shamelessly outing its owner - and all those around her - as having been eavesdropping in the first place. The raven haired woman spared no time in jogging forward to quite physically insert herself into the group... Which had the almost comical effect of causing most of the others to disperse back to their business in the face of her gall.

"Hi! We met at the snake hunt-" The raven haired woman introduced herself excitedly, stepping frighteningly quickly into your personal space as she grabbed your hand. It was raw composure that kept you from instinctively taking a step back, and instead left you uncomfortably close as she casually rattled off an event that took you precious seconds to recognize. "-I'm Miska, there wasn't a lot of time to talk back then but I'd love to visit for dinner! There's so much I've been wanting to ask, like, how did you get out after the mine collapsed? Is the Valen family really descended from the Fae? How did you get inside Carona? Are you really friends with the Shrine Representatives? Have you met my fiance yet? Is it true you're the Tree Whisperer? Was that monster you subdued the secret guardian of the Valen bloodline? Are the demihumans actually being trained as your secret police? Are you really immune to poison?"
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Her pixie-cut hair bobbed animatedly while this went on. Your early attempts to answer her fell through, as three more questions took the place of the first before a single voice could escape edgewise. A nervous blink slipped your composure, and with a minor hint of panic you realized that the roughly worn leather gloves currently clasping your hand held you in a grip you'd be hard pressed to slip out of eloquently.

"Good evening, Miska." Rinnier's raised voice served to be your salvation as she interjected herself familiarly into the whirlwind of curiosities.

"Hi Miss Lamandra!" Like that your hands were free, and you took a half-step back while the excitable woman's attention was turned. "How's things? Is fen doing well?"

"He'll be busy for the next couple of days." Rinnier apologized, evidently used to Miska's flurried tempo. "Irue entrusted him with something important earlier this morning, so I'm afraid he probably won't have the break the two of you were expecting."

A moment to breathe and sort out her questions was enough for her identity to click into place, and you realized you'd inadvertently met the woman you had inquired about not long after leaving headquarters. This was the woman that had urged Fen into becoming Rinnier's secretary?

"Aw... Well, can't be helped. If it's from Ser Valen it has to be impor- Oh, sorry!" And just like that she rounded back on you with all the speed of a whiplash. "I didn't mean to talk about you in front of... Well, you. You just got back to Carona recently didn't you? I can't believe you lived in that scary forest all your lif-"

Dullem coughed into his hand, loudly clearing his throat as he set a large hand on Miska's shoulder to restrain the oncoming storm. "I need you to round up the guys and take the last wagon of scrap over to the council." What came out of him was the first time you'd actually seen Dullem trying to wear a commander's mantle in your presence. His voice dropped an octave, soliciting a deeper voice from his barrel-like chest as his shoulders squared up; It was the small changes which made a difference between the uncertain man who admitted himself uncomfortable with responsibility, and the imposing wall of a man who stood in his place now.

...But even still, the soft crunch of grit as his back leg ground into the broken stone belied the discomfort the rest of his body concealed.

"Oh, right! Got it, Captain!" You watched Fen's fiancee proudly display that bizarre imitation of a salute your knights all seemed fond of before she waved her farewells and started to jog away just as quickly as she'd come. "Thanks for the dinner invitation! Tell Fen I'll be there!"

You followed Rinnier's lead and waved as well, waiting until she was out of sight before looking back to your suddenly exhausted knight captain. "Is she always like that?"
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"No." He sighed, Sliding his fingers back through his sweat slicked hair. "Miska's always been a bit forward, but she's been something else since we got to Carona. She and a few others got really excited over the whole 'knight' thing being made official."

"Official?" You frown, "It was always official."

"Er... After that Rite thingy of yours ended." Dullem explained awkwardly, "Once we knew for sure we weren't back out the door, we all had to put a bit more thought into where we'd found ourselves. Started feelin' real, I guess." You nodded, freeing him the personal hell of trying to explain around his own self-aware weakness with words. "Yeah well, Carona's been like that all over again. S'one thing to be knights holed up in the forest somewhere, s'nother to be in town and have people call you one."

"I see."

You accepted his explanation thoughtfully, wondering despite yourself if you'd encounter more people tonight like Miska. Hopefully she was the exception rather than the rule... You're not sure you'd survive, otherwise. Maybe it was better you met her here first. It gave you time to brace yourself for later tonight and... Wait, had she just invited herself to the dinner?

You looked to Rinnier, the redhaired Testament not even bothering to hide her amused giggles. "You knew she was like that." You accuse, some minor sense of betrayal finding itself vindicated when she nodded. "You didn't warn me at all!"

"Oh, but you handled it fine didn't you?"

"That's beside the point!" You insist indignantly, leaving the matter to drop as you turned back to Dullem. "How many of the others are like that? Are they all going to ask questions like that?"

"Mana bless, I hope not."

A shared sense of reservation resonated between you with those words.

"Why did she ask if I was immune to poison?" You glanced down in bewilderment, only finding more and more to unpack as you started actually thinking about some of the things she'd asked. You looked back to Dullem for answers, receiving a truly reticent shrug in turn.

"Rumours?" He offered lamely, looking away to avoid meeting your baffled crimson eyes as you sought some sort of explanation from him.

Rumours. You couldn't even deny some of them... And that on its own left you unexpectedly off balance, trying to reconcile yourself with this bizarre image you'd just glimpsed. You had no idea where to start feeling about that.
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"I'll try and make sure anyone else coming knows not to bother you." Dullem assured you, crossed somewhere between concern for you, and that one peculiar shade of dread born from watching someone else get you into trouble.

"Does it matter?" Rinnier laughed softly, favoring you and your knight captain with a smile fed from your joint suffering. "A little mystique is good. I don't think there's any reason to douse their dreams this early?"

Dullem groaned unhappily, but didn't actually contradict the spitfire. You doubted he would speak up against Rinnier if he could help it - You'd had to specifically coax him into not letting Kara walk over him, and she had significantly less presence than Rinnier at the best of times. Which, you suppose, is fine. Ultimately your Testament had authority equal to your own; Disputing their judgement was the same as disputing your own, which put someone like Dullem in a delicate position when it came to voicing his thoughts - Even more so, when taken into consideration how introverted the man was at heart in the first place.

"Are you sure about me just inviting anyone?" Dullem came back to the conversation you'd been having moments ago, "I know y'said it wasn't a formal event or anything, but..." He struggled to put delicate word to thought, "This is the closest to an official summons you've ever really given, Ser Valen. People are gonna be nervous."

Well, that at least evened the playing field... Still, it might not hurt to pare down the invitations. You might be able to send a message with who of Dullem's subordinates you called, at the expense of narrowing your exposure to them.

You could always separate a few of them after the dinner, but you'd hoped to catch Asche later tonight, and your day was already looking uncomfortably packed.

>Making yourself familiar to them is most important (Full Exposure)
>Only those comfortable with Kara's pack (Potential Expeditioners)
>People who might have uncultivated affinity with Mana (Fledgling Adepts)
>Knights decent in a fight. (Training Squires)
>Other? (Write-in)

You may attempt to suggest other filters, but if you do so please explain your reasoning for it. Some of them may not be feasible, so I apologize in advance. After this vote, we will likely move directly to the dinner, unless there's particular interest in interacting with Dullem further.
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Going to leave this open for a while, since I imagine the choice will merit some discussion.
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>>2898945
>Only those comfortable with Kara's pack (Potential Expeditioners)
>Plus Fen as our secretary and Miska because she'll worm her way in anyway
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>>2898945
>>People who might have uncultivated affinity with Mana (Fledgling Adepts)

>unless there's particular interest in interacting with Dullem further.
I don't understand why bringing up the Gnome thing and going to dinner were mutually exclusive
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>>2898945
>Making yourself familiar to them is most important (Full Exposure)

Balls deep.

Also, *what victims*, Rinnier? Immune to poison, hey? Did some people die from Faedeka, or is this about the suicidal Demihumans?
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>>2898945
>>Making yourself familiar to them is most important (Full Exposure)
The whole idea is to make us more of a person in their eyes.
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>>2898984
>I don't understand why bringing up the Gnome thing and going to dinner were mutually exclusive
They're not, it's something I made a note to handle after the dinner topic was resolved in the flow of scene flow. So no worries, it'll be addressed in the next update regardless.
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>>2899964
>the flow of scene flow
Kill me.
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>>2899970
It's not even a story post, don't worry about it.

Post post-editing is one of the benefits of sites like Akun, though they come with their own sets of issues.
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>>2899985
>suggesting akun
Outta here with that shit nigga
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>>2899985
I curse you that your spoilers may never be read again
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>>2900039
>>2900044
>though they come with their own sets of issues.
Not a recommendation, just an observation. Akun is far from perfect, but it does have a few positives.
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>>2900059
>even mentioning akun
Hush anon that is strictly verboten
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>>2899985
I actually considered taking the second arc of Valen over to akun back when the /qst/ exile was fresh. The chapter system and post-editing were both very attractive features.

Most of my four players on the other hand were fairly strongly against it for various reasons. For example, the introduction of Valen to a much wider playerbase who lacked the interest or investment of all the four people who had played it so far would have been heartbreaking if you were one of those people and got to watch everything you fought for just got ignorantly tossed out the window.

Then there was the concern over its predilection towards smut... I'm not really interested in the dug-in-heels on either side of the trench, but having checked out akun, I agree with their concerns that such an influx would have been a real possibility. It would have been a simple matter for me to just put my foot down over it, but then that raises the question of whether I'd eventually be putting my foot down on something the players actually wanted to pursue, and where the line would earnestly be drawn on decisions made in contention... It just seemed like a headache.

Ultimately I decided to ride out /qst/. Jumping ship seemed a little too dramatic, and I had four cute anons here who I was immensely thankful to have stuck with me. I think protecting their smiles is probably more important some post-editing... And /qst/ has improved a bit since. It feels comfortable here.
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>>2899985
Top yourself
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>>2900087
I would cry.
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>>2900087
Those are valid complaints, especially the smut. Seems like over half the site is fetish-bait. And looking for anything in particular is a crapshoot. An sometimes posting an image in chat will post 2-4 times. The site is a mess under the hood.

>And /qst/ has improved a bit since.
It took a while, but /qst/ seems to have pulled out of freefall and stabilized at least a little.
My biggest complaint for being kicked out of /tg/ was the loss of visibility; if you don't know what "quests" are, why would you visit the board for them? If we can get more anons in than out, /qst/ will survive.

I think you made the right call; the sorts of anons you'd pick up over there wouldn't be the sort you'd want in a quest like this.
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I'll close the window on the vote later tonight, as I've got some things to do before I can sit down and not write. It seems this vote was a lot more concise than I expected, but make sure you're happy with it before then!
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>>2898945

>Making yourself familiar to them is most important (Full Exposure)

Tell Dullem to be even handed. The most important traits are interested and cooperative: Everyone has something to offer.
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>>2900175
You're making me nervous, is this is our last chance to shape our knights?
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>>2900273
Realistically speaking, this is your first chance to directly influence them. There will be more opportunities in the future, but... Well, at this point you should be perfectly well aware just what happens once events start to move in Irue's life.

So for what's to come, this is your chance to decide what you feel will benefit you the most in the immediate future. Do note that I said filtering won't prevent exposure, merely reduce it (as well as send a specific message regarding your values). The options are cobbled together primarily from things I have noted down as directions you guys have expressed serious interest in pursuing.
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>>2900301
>first chance
Poor ShadowRue.
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>>2898957
You value people who will get along with your Demihumans instead of ostracize them.

>>2898984
Among your knights there may be those with an unpolished affinity with Mana, and you have both the knowledge and desire to change that.

>>2899140
>>2899327
>>2900197
Loyalty is the more important asset in what's to come. Once you cease to be a myth in their minds, their anxiety should lessen.

Alright, took longer than expected but what hasn't here we go!
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>>2901010
> But what hasn't

Certainly not the Dryad Atelier.

Honest truth there, it took a long ass time but that's because there was a lot in it.

The only other quest to ever exhaust people emotionally that much would probably be Black Company Quest" final siege arc.

Even when I was getting sick of the Atelier, I don't resent the time spent in it.
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"I'm sure. Like you said, this is the first time I've ever actually called them to me; it's natural they'd be nervous." You openly acknowledged your knight captain's concerns, "But that's fine. You said yourself they needed to know who I am, right?"

"No offense meant Ser Valen, but I ain't convinced meeting you will help them understand you any."

"..."

You exchange wordless stares, both sides visibly unsure how to follow that. The stalemate is broken only after Rinnier steps in diplomatically- "It will set the foundation for what's to come. My older brother often warned me that I should always expect the first time to hurt, so we shouldn't expect success right away." -And redirected the two troubled, uncertain stares towards her instead. "...What? It's sound advice, success is built in steps."

Asche sneezes somewhere behind you, a good enough cue as any to move on. "All you have to do is extend the invitation, though. It's not compulsory, so if they're not interested then no matter."

"Aye." Dullem rubs his nose, nodding along with you. "Well, I'll get on that. Dinner's at the headquarters?"

"Nowhere else better suited for it. Also, I have a favour to ask. Are you familiar with the Gnome Dominion?"

"No?"

"Do you mind becoming familiar?" You ignored the suspicion in his voice, as it was patently ridiculous to imply you were about to throw him to the wolves. "They're people with a strong sense of propriety and duty. If we're going to ensure our expedition to the northern mountains bears fruit, a Gnome Adept would be invaluable in helping us find ore and mineral deposits."

"So... You want me to ask for on your behalf?" Dullem guessed slowly.

"On behalf of Carona, rather. The Shrine is officially neutral in all political matters, so if possible you should phrase it as..." Gears in your mind churned, stringing together something convenient. "...An unrelated expedition we are taking to the north, which a concerned Gnome Adept may be behooved to follow."

"That sounds kinda sketchy." He complained, "Are y'sure you shouldn't just do this yourself? I'm really not good with the fancy talking and double meanings thing."

"I am willing to believe that you will be better at it than I am at dealing with the Gnome Dominion."

"If they're that bad, why are you asking me?"

"It's not that they're bad, but..." Your lips pursed, a faint scowl worming out during your recollection. "We are uniquely unsuited for cooperation. The first time I spoke with-" Oh, maybe that wasn't a good thing to discuss. "The second ti-" Wait, no that had gone badly as well. The third time had legitimately resulted in the disaster you were trying to clean up after now.
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"The second time?" Dullem probed curiously.

"...Isn't important. Just trust me when I say that it's safer for you to do this."

"Safer?" He echoed with a growing unease. You reached up and patted the larger man on the shoulder reassuringly. He would be fine.

"I've thought this through. You're definitely the best choice for this."

"Aight, I'll see what I can do." He sighed, seemingly accepting his role in life. "Hope you don't have too much riding on this, Ser Valen."

Honestly it was a free shot as far as you were concerned. If the Gnome Dominion turned you down then you were working with what you'd already planned to move forward with, and potentially gained a little room to boast you accomplished it alone. If they did cooperate then you'd almost be guaranteed to succeed with your plans. Whether or not Dullem succeeded, you stood to lose very little. The act itself had some value to it regardless, as it gave Dullem experience with acting as your envoy.

Even with his interaction with the crafting council Rinnier had established to handle Carona's reconstruction needs, the most the larger man had done was serve as a contact. Appropriate in some circumstances, but as the captain of your knights, you needed him ready to be able to do more.

"If that's all, I best start making rounds." Dullem looked to you for permission to excuse himself, and a short nod later he was off to spread the invitations for tonight's dinner.

You turned back to the rest of your retinue, taking a deep breath. "I guess that's all for now."

"Dinner won't prepare itself." Rinnier corrected primly, "One of us should head back to handle organization for tonight."

She cut her eyes towards Asche, but otherwise let her preference go unvoiced. It was silly to expect Ari to be capable of organizing it, which only really left yourself, Rinnier, and the aforementioned maid to that pool. If you went then it was liable everyone was going back... Which might give you time to just relax before the dinner. You'd been walking around Carona literally since you woke up, and as nice as it had been to effectively do nothing today, your idea of relaxing remained having peace and quiet. With a book, or meditation, or maybe 'A Spider's Web'.

Of course, you could always send Rinnier back on her own.

>Head back to relax until the dinner. (Meditate, Weave, Read, Weave)
>Rinnier can handle it, you wanted to speak to someone else. (Kara? Asche?)
>Asche is reliable, she'll get it done. (Skip to the dinner, if you have nothing else)
>Other? (write-in)

I wonder anyone remembers.
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>>2901346
Rinnier can't cook.

But I want to speak with Asche. Surely there's another option of whom to send back?

I can't trawl archives right now, internet is super limited.

Where IS Kara right now anyways?
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>>2901351
Not here! Last you spoke, I believe you mentioned reassigning her and her pack to sniffing out bodies in the wreckage, so you can probably find her and some of her pack there now.
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>>2901351
Also belatedly, she won't be cooking the dinner, she'll be organizing it and supervising. The food is being brought from elsewhere, but there's still other matters to take care of, which means there's little chance of someone just dropping in, tipping them off, and leaving.
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>>2901346
>Rinnier can handle it, you wanted to speak to someone else.
>Bug Asche about the bracelet.
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>>2901359
Gee Rinnier, I'm tired of you. Go make dinner so I can talk to my favorite maid. Did you really think I'd choose you over her?

Looks like that's it! Window closed!
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Ah, it's her day off. We'll have to thank her. If this doesn't lead to an argument.
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>>2901346
>I wonder anyone remembers.
The fact that we suck so bad at cooking that it was the original reason we abandoned the mansion?
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"Can you handle it, Rinnier?"

You'd received the message loud and clear, and it was a fool's errand to pretend you hadn't... But you needed to talk to Asche, and this was as good an opportunity as any. You couldn't guarantee you'd have the same after the dinner tonight, nor that you'd have the energy for it.

Nevertheless, it was hard to miss the beat of disgruntled silence which followed. "It's been a while since I planned a dinner, but yes. You're not planning on getting into trouble once I'm out of sight, are you?"

"I don't plan on it in the first place!"

She left it at that, mercifully departing for headquarters without any further parting jabs. Graceful as the withdrawal may have been though, you held no delusion over her feelings on the matter. Souring the end of an otherwise good day spent relaxing at her behest left a curious twist in your stomach, but it was something you'd have to deal with for now; You didn't think Rinnier the kind of person to hold something like this against you long anyway.

"Alright, Asche." You finally turn back to the small maid, meeting her sea-green eyes as the levity of the day swirled haplessly around the drain. "We need to talk."

"Yes."

You turned away, leaving her to fall into pace where she was most familiar. There were so many questions to ask, and none of them were things you wanted overheard.
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A debris blocked doorway rested behind you, the only entrance into this abandoned house besides its fallen roof. There was still furniture to be found here, overturned and soiled by the weather as it may have been - All signs that this particular part of town was well removed from the districts your knights had worked their hands through. As private a place as you would find, though part of you wanted to make absolutely certain of that by delving into a web. You couldn't afford to lose the little time you'd stolen to talk to Asche though, and such a thing was an inevitability during the weave.

"You said this bracelet was a tool, and that I've been using it wrong."

You tapped the dual ringed accessory, fidgeting with it softly back and forth along your wrist. Where do you start? You had no idea what it was for, how to use it, or anything about this Relic your late-sister had claimed. Where did it even come from? At the very least you knew it had once belonged to East Heaven's Lavender Sage, and from there the Luna Dominion had sought out your own ancestor to use it in the creation of the Imprisoned Child's Atelier... But where had it gone after that?

The longer you thought about it, the more questions you had, and the further away you were from a place to start asking them. You'd need to pick a place and go from there.

>3 fragments of the Bracelet's history are available! You may not have time to hear them all, so choose carefully. You may also choose to ask a specific question instead, but there is no guarantee you will receive an answer.

>1. By Birth (Unlocked when injured just before the Rite ended)
>2. What She Left Behind (Unlocked navigating the Valen archives)
>3. Lullaby for the Past (Unlocked by Solving the Imprisoned Child's Atelier)
>?. Ask something specific (what?)
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Going to leave this here while I retreat from the skyfire, good luck anons!
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>>2901510
>How is it intended to be used safely?
If there's no answer,
>3. Lullaby for the Past
I suspect this will come the closest to explain the bracelet's functions.
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>>2901510
I feel compelled to vote for the highest tier requirement
>3. Lullaby for the Past (Unlocked by Solving the Imprisoned Child's Atelier)
If there's time for more then
>2. What She Left Behind (Unlocked navigating the Valen archives)
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>>2901510
I can't suss out which one attempts to answer this, so I just ask
>>How is it intended to be used?
If that doesn't work
>2. What She Left Behind (Unlocked navigating the Valen archives)
is my next guess.
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Wait did you guys just send Rinnier to get the dinner rolling when she can explosively combust the entire kitchen because salamander hates her so much?

Soon as she pops her head through the kitchen door to ask the cook how it's going they're all going to die
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>>2901531
She isn't an idiot
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>>2901488
>>2901478
>>2901389


We should take her aside, apologize and thank her directly: To be honest, if she didn't put the full brakes on us today, we'd have rocketed right into the next big SNAFU without taking the time to handle some essential personal tasks.

It doesn't make it suck less to be stuck with the dinner, but we should make sure she knows how much it means to us, even if we didn't realize it this morning.

>>2901510
1st choice
>1. By Birth (Unlocked when injured just before the Rite ended)
2nd choice
>2. What She Left Behind (Unlocked navigating the Valen archives)

Also: Insist that Asche be as candid as possible: We don't just want a lecture here: Context is important, and so is Asche. I'm taking today as an opportunity for Irue to take Asche for more than granted.
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>>2901510
>2. What She Left Behind (Unlocked navigating the Valen archives)

> Ask something specific

Are we human? Is she human? What does she want for herself? For us? Will she stand with us against anything, even what she thinks is our own self interest?

If she won't let us choose to suffer in exchange for our desires, then we're ultimately just her slave.

Does she know about Dryad? If so, what does she know. What does she know about Elves? What about who brought the Faedeka? What do we have of value in the manor that could be sold or traded to help Carona? What kind of boys does she like?

Quick note - marriage is a path to power and wealth for Nobles. If anything, we're a more attractive catch now since we're the head of House Valen.
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>>2901594

>11 Questions

Riz, don't let anon bully you into an exposition coma.
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>>2901594
>>2901597
>>2901510

Focus on the Dryad stuff then.
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>>2901523
>>2901525
>>2901592
>>2901594
2. What She Left Behind

>>2901518
>>2901525
>>2901594
How am I supposed to use this?

>>2901518
>>2901523
3. Lullaby for the Past

>>2901594
>If she won't let us choose to suffer
When it comes time, will you be willing to let one of them suffer?
Wer̵e you̡ ̀re͘a̷l̴l͡y ̀s̡o̢ ͞d̸ifferén̛t̷?͡
Hahaha....
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>>2902652

PANIC!
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>>2902652
If they choose to.

Maybe.

they are OURS and we won't lie about that. It's what a Testament is. But we aren't Asche testament. Try and fucking stop us. Accusations of hypocrisy are for those without power.
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>>2902786

Nah. Fuck that.

The Valen Testaments are not slaves, courtiers or companions, nor lovers, friend or family.

There is one Valen head, and she is Irue Valen, Rinnier Lamandra, Kara and Ari.

When they are cut, we bleed. There is no distinction.

We started this by choosing them all. Rest assured, we'll end it that way if it comes to that.
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The Diary of Reflections had come with a predisposed sense of its true purpose, conveyed as one of a handful of parting gifts from the Ice Queen's Atelier. The power inherent in Relics was something most struggled to fathom, as they seemingly transcended the simple limitations of an Adept's mastery... If Rinnier's efforts in experimenting with the Diary of Reflections was in any way comparable to your bracelet, and Asche's own warnings were taken into account, then what you needed to know most was...

"How am I supposed to use it? What was this bracelet made to accomplish?"

"A discourse." The maid answered candidly, "The bracelet calls; Mana answer."

"You said that before." Impatience seeps into your voice, "What does that mean? I'm only going to keep hurting myself with this bracelet if I don't understand it better, Asche!"

Volume rose as your words went on, practically shouting her name at the end. It was a moment of frustration, and she held your impassioned stare as you vented. You grit your teeth in the ensuing silence, breathing in deeply to collect yourself. "I... Don't want that to happen." It never stopped feeling like a scab was being picked at when you put it into words. Marchovic had called it a scar, so maybe the comparison wasn't too far off. "Never again, Asche. Please."

This time it was her turn, and the small maid's shoulders sagged imperceptibly as she closed her eyes in a deliberate motion. A soundless breathe escaped, and the stoic maid almost seemed to resign herself.

A prelude of softly spoken words.

"I understand."
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"It is an interpreter. Crest, armor, and sword." She began her intonation, an unblinking attention focused solely on you as it went. "To define what you are. Shield you from erosion. It is a gift, to rise beyond an ephemeral nature. Proof of love."

"I don't understand."

It felt as if you were missing too much context. Things you needed to know. For a small blessing, the subtle softening of Asche's features at least conveyed her distress... one you mutually shared, if for different reasons. Her sea-green eyes remained afixed, the diminuitive maid working to choose words anew with which to better explain herself. "Your voice is carried to the Mana, thoughts and feelings uncolored. To call upon them. To praise and comfort. To deny and rebuke."

"The times I've conjured... No, summoned apparitions." It was clear she was struggling, but the fact she had committed herself to try meant you had to meet those efforts. Fortunately, you'd spent most of your life inadvertently studying for this exact conversation. "I called to them." She nodded, "But in doing so, you said I hurt myself. That I was tearing pieces of my soul out, and... Searing the wound."

Once she had told you that when there was no answer, the bracelet would echo what was inside. If the purpose of this bracelet was to call out to the Mana, and the apparitions you called forth were only ever born from something inside of you... Had there never been an answer?

...No, there was mana, and Mana. The bracelet had helped connect you to the golem once before, and in that instance it had allowed you to speak with it despite your utter lack of affinity. It needed something more than just ambient mana. A more powerful vestige of the Mana. Something that could answer your call.

"The echoing." You muttered, piecing together fragmented thoughts in search of a greater picture. "When there was nothing to answer me, it created something." More than something... Or maybe less? Apparitions born from your desires, wrapped in the shell of mana. They weren't facets of the Mana at all, they were...

"They are the world." Asche's toneless whisper, "In words are will; their will, world incarnate."
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The bracelet was never meant to summon apparitions. With context unsettlingly beginning to frame your memories, you understood why conjuring them like you did had been dangerous... And to some extent, you could begin to theorize just what scars were left behind when you had so crudely destroyed them. You instilled within them the core of their being, the identity which defined them, purely from your own psyche. The emotions and desires you fed into your meditation planted life, which wreathed itself in the form of the Mana you called.

Just kill me, please. I never wanted this, I didn't want to be here, I can't make it stop.

Semi-autonomous and born entirely of a single facet of who you were. Conjured? Summoned? No. You had created apparitions - But not of the Mana.
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Please. Please stop this, let me go. Why are you doing this? Why was I born for this? I didn't want to come here.

I... I want my sister. I don't want to be here alone anymore, I'm scared. I keep making mistakes. I made a mistake, I'm sorry.

I'm afraid. What have you done to me? Why do you keep doing this to me?

It.. It hurts... Who am I?

I can't. Please, just make it stop. I want to, I can't make it stop, I can't.

I don't want to do this, I'm sorry, please, let me go! Why did you summon me, why are you doing this?!
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You felt sick, steadying yourself against a crumbled support with one hand close to your mouth. Nausea gurgled debilitatingly inside; a tangible form of disgust as the lens of context slid back unrelentingly across your memories.

"Irue?" Asche awaited your recovery, watching your pallor worsen.

"I'll be fine." As miserable as you felt, this was hardly the first time you'd shouldered these feelings. There was more than this to unpack in that sealed box left in the abyss of your thoughts, and you'd be damned if you faltered just because of this.

You gave up, and revelled in your inability to move on! You stopped trying! You couldn't even believe in yourself! You ran away from it all!

There was resolve to be found in this rancid mire. A foot hold to move forward. You would be better than that.

You grit your teeth and swallowed the sickness. "Keep going."

"..." A second of hesitation, one that anyone else would have mistaken for the maid simply failing to react. "As you wish."
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"Where did this bracelet come from? How did my sister find something like this?"

"A memento. One of two treasures left by the Lavender Sage." Asche's customarily soft voice tinged melancholic as she murmured, "Perhaps it is inevitable their separation fade."

"Separation?" Confusion echoed under the word. "That was the Founder's time, and it wasn't left to the Valen family at all. We had to get back from the Luna Dominion." You knew that much. You had lived that much. It would be impossible for you to mistake the time spent struggling through the memories left to the Imprisoned Child's Atelier.

Yet Asche didn't so much as blink at your correction, continuing unshaken only after your part was said. "It is a tool." She recanted, a warning she'd already given you once. "One which will use you."

An influence? "You- Are you saying the founder... No, that the Luna Dominion didn't seek out the founder because they were experienced with it?" Your brows knit together, gears in your mind turning over everything you knew. The Lavender Sage had been the premier Adept of her time, literally going down in history as a legend. She had been a strong queen, a ruthless warrior, and more impressively, an Adept who commanded up to five of the Mana in her prime. If you were to attribute such an impossibility to this bracelet, then... Then why hadn't your founder ever done the same?

"...They never used it." you muttered, slowly shedding light on the simple disconnect as a troubled frown pulled at your lips. "The Luna Dominion brought it to the founder claiming experience, but he had never used it. They should have known that."

"To possess, and be possessed." Asche head dipped as she nodded, "To use, and be used."

You adjusted the dual-ringed accessory, finding yourself comforted by its familiar grip upon your wrist despite yourself. "...So it will lead me to the Lavender Sage's other treasure?"

Asche shook her head slowly, staring back up at you in silence.

"What was the other treasure?"

"Her child."

>?
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>>2903134
>how do you know all this?
>what are you?
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>>2903134
okay, that Irue summoned apparitions of herself is pretty huge. But what is this thing with separation? Is it separation
between the two threasures, or Mint and the bracelet, or what?
>separation between what and what?
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>>2903213
Separation between the two treasures, the bracelet and the Valen descendants.
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>>2903134

>"It wants to use me. To what end?"
>1. By Birth (Unlocked when injured just before the Rite ended)

Also, last but not least

>Thank Asche, She cares for us and we spend most of our time figuring out ways to mutilate our body and soul.


>>2903213
>>2903230

The bracelet was first seen in the possession of Mint. We've seen firsthand, second body, the point at which it was given to the Valen founder after being recovered by the Luna adepts.

She's saying that it makes sense that the two legacies of the Lavender Sage, this bangle and her daughter were reunited. Hence it gets passed down, blood and bracelet together.
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>>2903202
How do you know any of this?

>>2903238
If it uses me, then what is it's goal?
Also, thank you.

>>2903238
Proceeding to By Birth

Doodling right along!
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>>2903213
These two have it >>2903230 >>2903238
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>>2903250
Ask if we can talk more later if we run out of time
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>>2903257
You will never talk to Asche again, anon.
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>>2903259
Please tell me you're joking
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>>2903259
The mask slips! Riz takes pleasure in bullying us, confirmed confirmed!!
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"So this bracelet... Will use me, like it did the Luna Dominion?" You question after a time, "Why? To what end?"

"I don't know."

Her stoic admission did little to settle the conflicting feelings in your heart. "But you knew all that other stuff?" You press incredulously. "How do you know about that? If you knew about it using the Luna Dominion, then you must have known about Dryad. You even tried to warn me away from confronting the Atelier!" She had known all of this, and the list of things your childhood companion may have held full knowledge of until now only seemed to grow as you thought back over it all. "Who are you?!"

"Asche." She answered simply, enduring the brunt of your rising emotion without stepping back. "It's the name Ariel gave me."

"Ariel..." You closed your eyes, shaking your head in frustration. "Who were you before that?"

"Nothing." Something quivered in her voice. You recognized it. You'd seen it last time as well, but had been too tightly wound to think better of what you were doing. Too close to cracking to think about anyone else but yourself. "I was broken."

How did you look right now to her? What kind of face were you making? What did she see reflected in your eyes? "How did you know about all of this?"

"I remembered." You looked away, breaking the staring contest as you realized how close the moisture in her eyes had come to breaking free. "The memories come to me slowly."

Dammit. No, you weren't going to do this again. Once with Mim had been enough, you weren't going to repeat that mistake here. You held your tongue, biting down the urge to push the diminuitive maid any further, lest you challenge the limits of even her impressive stoicism. A heavy breath made you aware of how your body had begun to shake; nerves rattled under this storm of feelings so confusing you couldn't identify them all if you tried. You almost felt numb as it roared inside, but the sound was too far away to deafen you this time. You could still hear beyond the distant thunder of blood in your veins.

"Come here."
"?"

She'd done this for you a long time ago, but in the time since you'd grown... And she hadn't. It was like wrapping your arms around a doll, but you held her tight to you regardless. Her loosely fit clothes hid it well, but pressed together like this it was impossible to not realize that you weren't the only one trembling.
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You wanted to say something, and true to form your mouth had already opened ahead of your brain to do just that... But for once, there was nothing on the tip of your tongue. You didn't know what to say. Didn't know what you wanted to say. Your throat caught instead, leaving your lips in a thinning line as you accepted the moment for what it was.

She'd always looked out for you. Put your safety above all else, and tried to warn you away from danger. No one knew more about you than Asche did... And maybe that was why it hurt so much to realize that you knew so much less about her than you thought you did. That she'd never told you any of this before now.

Betrayal was a feeling that should have burned, but this felt so cold. You weren't even sure if it was the same thing.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"It didn't matter." Her voice was muffled against your chest, "The past didn't involve us."

"Why didn't you tell me about the Atelier?"

"Would it have stopped you?"

"...No." You sigh heavily, leaning morosely towards the small maid buried against you. "Why didn't you tell me about this bracelet sooner?"

...

"Asche?" You repeated, looking down at the top of her messy black curls.

"A mistake." She admitted quietly, "One I tried to fix when I realized you had misused it."

"When you took it from me." You concluded, feeling more than seeing her nod in affirmation.

"You needed to heal." And then you proceeded to spend the entire month following that drunk on Faedka, which was just as well, considering you still hadn't found yourself fully healed even afterwards. "Before you recovered, you were already moving."

"I couldn't leave Ari kidnapped." You had no need to justify that, least of all to the person most inclined to take your side. "You should have talked to me before I left for the Atelier."

"If you thought you knew how to use it, you would have." She defended herself, "You would use it even if you didn't know."

"If it's the same either way, why not tell me?" It chafed a little to realize she thought you'd have blithely gone on to try and use it just because you thought you could... Mostly because you would have. "It would have been safer to at least try and point me in the right direction."

"As long as you didn't know, you would be wary." She explained candidly from your arms. "It was safer to minimize use than encourage more." And then she'd warned you just to ensure it...

You stood there silently, letting the blatant admission sink in that she had deliberately decided not to tell you what the bracelet was for before you entered the Atelier in order to hedge her bets that you could be coerced into being too scared of it to make the damage any worse than it already was. Thinking back, that was almost exactly what had happened, too. You'd relegated bracelet use to an almost last-resort, especially given how catastrophic the results had been in Carona prior.
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Being manipulated like that stung. But she did it for your own good?
She hadn't trusted you to make the safer decision on your own, but... Had probably been right?

You didn't like this. That was the shortest summary of the general discontent you felt over the entire situation, because agreeing with it as the victim of the very thing you felt betrayed over would have felt terrible, and disagreeing with it just felt hypocritical instead.

The fact it worked at all was also mildly irritating in another, far less personal, way. That hurt your pride.

"Please don't do it again." You compromise and set it aside for now, feeling her nod against your chest in response. "You never answered where Ari found the bracelet, though. Even if separation fades, it had to find its way to her somehow?"

"I wasn't there." She answered quietly, "She claimed it a gift from her mother."

So it had been in the family? If that were the case, why hadn't aunt Clara taken it back before? You can't imagine allowing a Relic - any Relic, much less this one - being left unattended with children... Which raised the other possibility that your aunt hadn't known it was a Relic; Unthinkable, had something this important been passed down your family. Was it even possible for this many generations to have passed without someone in your ancestry having discovered its secret?

But if not a family heirloom, then where...

You'd think about it later. There were still questions for the person in front of you.

"How do you have memories of something that happened back in the founder's time?" It was true that Asche hadn't seemed to change much in the last ten years, but could the same be said for whole generations?

"I remember yesterday." She explained softly, finally taking distance from you. "It's the same. All of my memories are the same. These appear without my consent."

"You never wondered about that?" You deadpan at the sea-green eyed maid, now straightening her uniform dutifully.

"It has never concerned me. They do not interrupt my life with you."

"...Asche, something like that is more important than everyday life."

"It is not." A firm refusal, and one the glint in her eye made abundantly clear you would not be dissuading her from.

>Final questions before dinner
I'll leave this up for the anons who slept through the night.
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>>2903530
>final questions
We finally pried just about everything we wanted to know out of her. I think we're good for now.


I changed my mind. I didn't want to know.
The bracelet has gone momento-summoning tool-dangerous summoning tool-extremely dangerous conversation tool.

So, isn't not intended to be used as a weapon, but still blocks weapons use. We're not exactly athletic, but unless we want to resort to biting again we need to find a solution, or accept the damage the bracelet does. I'm tempted to stop wearing it. It's dangerous and a hinderance now.

I'm kinda disappointed, because this has effectively locked us out of using the bracelet ever again, for anything. I seriously hope we never put it to it's intended use; talking directly to a Mana seems like a great way to draw it's attention, and they are fickle, jealous things.

This means we didn't cause a Jinn apparition to accidentally destroy this place, we technically destroyed it directly. I don't know how to feel about that.
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>>2896554
>>2903530
>3. Lullaby for the Past (Unlocked by Solving the Imprisoned Child's Atelier)
I'm tempted to ping her with the bracelet to check if that other anon was right with his aspiration theory but I guess that would kind of prove her point.
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>>2903530
>How much do our Auntie and Uncle really know about the Fae?
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>>2903530
>3. Lullaby for the Past
Let's hear it all then.
>Does she remember anything else interesting we should know about?
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>>2903636

>locked us out of bracelet use

I give it two combat encounters before we get overwhelmed trying to reserve it for its own use, fail and end up falling back to old habits.

The only difference between then and now is that Irue has a tenuous grasp on the kind of damage she's doing... and the moment something seriously threatens hers, she's going to hit the old habit hard, now with the full force of a martyr's pride.

It's easy to say "Irue can't do a damn thing now that she knows how much this is hurting her", but we all know that if something big threatens her Testaments, confidants or knights, (maybe even Carona at this point), she's going to summon one of every color.

Humanity is overrated donchaknow? Let's not pretend we weren't drowning ourselves in "A Spider's Web" like Faydka.
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>>2903530
>Where did the damn faedka come from. Who puts it in the bottles!

>3. Lullaby for the Past (Unlocked by Solving the Imprisoned Child's Atelier)

>Promise to talk to me more. Real talk. Conversations

Good job Riz, truly Asche is best girl. Childhood friend route is a lock!

>>2903129
Stop bullying us with this...
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>>2903530
>Apologise for becoming emotional
>Thank her
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>>2903794
>>2903808
>>2904402
Lullaby for the Past!

>>2903808
Anything else you remember?

>>2904402
Faedka! Bottles!

>>2905118
Closing comments!

Well let's get going! Still have to try and squeeze in dinner before thread falls off!
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>>2903796
Why would you ask Asche this...?
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>>2905220
>My ID
Why meeeee
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You weren't going to fight her on this. Asche was as liable to just end the conversation than argue with you when it came to the things she felt strongly over, and that was undeniably one of them. "Anything else interesting I should know about?"

"..." Her eyes calmly slid shut, a habit the little maid indulged in when she needed to consider something further. "About the bracelet?"

"Or Dryad. Do you know whether my aunt and uncle are have much information on the fae?" Sea-green eyes stared up at you blankly. You're not even sure why you asked. "Well... Actually there is one other thing. Where does Faedka come from? I get the gist of what the drink is, but the bottles?"

Somehow you didn't believe Dryad had access to glassware, or the inclination to doodle a uniform little mascot on it. You'd asked Asche on a couple occasions to get rid of the stuff, but it kept showing up again later. You may have had the inclination to suspect she never followed through on your order at all, if it weren't for the unholy influx of it that had all but drowned your estate during the month you'd all spent soused. After that, you were resigned to the implication that the drink was just coming back regardless of your wishes, or Asche's efforts.

"From the fae."

The answer, unfortunately, failed to tell you more than you already suspected. Best case scenario, they simply found a way to mimic glass with their resin. An explanation with too many loose ends, which you ultimately were forced to doubt as a possibility. The only reason you kept entertaining it in the first place was because the alternative meant that a third party had been interacting with the fae without your knowledge. The list of people capable and inclined to do that was short, and whatever motive they had behind the production of Faedka into a distributable form left you crushed just thinking about it.

The spite-born pleasure of having made their life difficult recently was thoroughly out weighed by the implication there was yet another faction of people moving around in the shadows of your life. It was a little disconcerting to catch yourself hoping it was one you already knew about, so you did your best to... Not do that.
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"A lullaby." Asche continued on, breaking your reverie. She drew a hand over her chest, creasing the cloth over her heart. "Something I remembered recently."

"Alright?" That gave you pause. "What does it sound like?"

When you said interesting, you had hoped for something more meaningful. Guess it was too much to ask that all she remembered be relevant to your problems... But still, since you asked, you humoured the little maid's efforts and listened on as she hummed an unfamiliar tune.

You smothered the urge to yawn as you glanced up through the destroyed rooftop at the deepending shades of the sunset sky. She sounded so gentle singing. You'd need to finalize the people accompanying you with Marchovic sometime tomorrow, and you would need an answer from Dullem's visit to the Shrine in semi-short order if you were going to really throw Carona's reconstruction into gear. it must have been embarassing. It was a load off your shoulders that you had finally cleared the air with Asche. You had enough people to mistrust around you as it was, being able to put to rest that creeping doubt over your childhood friend was more relieving than you'd realized.

Those bandits Marchovic had invited you to hunt down were another matter altogether. You understood banditry as an opportunity in Carona, but was it really that profitable to camp the route to this town? Don't forget her. Neither Kara nor Rinnier had mentioned any meaningful harassment in Carona itself, and if the council were experiencing interruptions in their trades then you'd little doubt Rinnier would have been made aware of it. So if they weren't bothering you, and they weren't holding up the road... Why were they there in the first place? The fact that Wisp Adept you'd encountered numbered among their ranks made it even more bizarre; he was supposed to be a mercenary. She was a different person in private. Why align yourself with common thugs? Why stay here without a paycheck? Had he just nursed a grudge against you all this time?

You guess you'd find out when the time came. There were so many places you wanted to personally be lately, it was hard finding time to juggle them all. Maybe you should look into delegating more to your Testaments...

"That's all." Asche announced as her softly hummed lullaby came to an end, her sea-green eyes returning to you calmly. "Is it of any use?"

"No, I don't recognize it." You shook your head, gesturing to Ari as you readied to leave. "Thanks anyway, Asche... And thanks again." She watched you calmly, undemanding as you looked away. "For accepting all of this." There was no response, and you didn't need one. The same as you didn't need to explain what you meant, or draw out this final exchange with any impassioned displays of emotional honesty.

You thanked her, and she understood.
You apologized, and she forgave.
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Winding back through Carona as the sun set was somehow a less relaxing activity than the same paths had proven earlier that day. The streets were more densely packed as people filtered back in through the common routes, and the heat of the torchlight intermittenly lighting your way was harsher than the sun had been - An equally intensified juxtaposition to the crisper night air which kissed your cheek, sending a tiny shiver through your skin.

This late at night it was easy to shamble through a crowd without them realizing who you were... Which was a statement you'd recently come to believe you'd never actually utter, yet here you stood. Many, if not all, of Carona's citizens could still only identify you in the vaguest of terms by using your wine-red eyes as a guess to your bloodline, which left you merely an anonymous member of nobility or import in this thinly shed light; A status which your clothes and hair were apt to give away no matter how difficult one's features were to discern.

"Ser Valen!"

The same, however, couldn't be said for the knights who mingled in the clustered streets. A pixie-cut woman emerged from the crowd with that heedless exclamation, her hair blending in with the shadows as she raised an arm over people between to wave. "Does this mean I'm not late for dinner?" Miska's energetic greeting did more harm than good, sending the crowd aswivel as they searched for the 'Valen' she had so casually referenced among their ranks. It really was only a matter of time before their attention zeroed in on you as one of the few well dressed... And even sooner, given Miska's approach would lead their eyes right to you.

"Miska." You smile when she gets in range, more out of public necessity than actual joy. You didn't know the excitable woman well enough to be particularly happy or aggrieved over her presence, but as a member of your knights there were some emotions to be touched on. Concern, uncertainty, pride... "I was heading there now."

It was true that you had saved them from a dangerous position, but they had in turn dedicated themselves to your service. It was something you were determined to repay as best you could, starting tonight.

"Great! I'll escort you!"

Also it was really hard to say no when one of them was this enthusiastic.

"Hey so is it true you drink fae blood to come of age in the Valen family? Does it really make you stronger? Friend of mine says its supposed to make you immortal, but like... If that were true, wouldn't your family be a lot bigger?"

These rumours were really starting to concern you, though...

"Hey, make way! Nobility coming through!"
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"If you were much longer, I was going to send Dullem out to check the local Ateliers." Rinnier greeted you at the door, now back to her original height as she glanced down at you - An action you hadn't realized you appreciated the absence of during your walk this morning.

"No worries, Miss Lamandra! I made sure no one bothered our liege!" The raven haired knight interjected in a self-satisfied manner, leaving you and Rinnier to exchange glances.

'Did something happen?'
'Help.'

"As long as you both made it on time." Rinnier answered diplomatically, "Which reminds me, Fen wanted to speak with you when you arrived. I'll handle your liege from here."

"Oh!" Miska's fingers snapped, a smile blooming across her face at the mention of her fiance's name. She offered a mess of a salute to you, "Excuse me, and thank you again for the invitation for tonight!"

You nodded, neglecting to point out that she had invited herself as she wandered off in the direction Rinnier pointed. The redhaired Testament turned back to you after she'd wandered further in, a smug grin born mercilessly upon you. "Get lost, liege?"

>Launch Counterattack
>Ask about the dinner
>Talk about something else (what?)
>Other? (Write-in)
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>>2905652
>Ask about the dinner
This allegation is so untrue it doesn't even warrant banter.
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>>2905729
This!
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>>2905652
>>Ask about the dinner
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>>2905648
A moment of quiet calm with an old friend.
I'm not happy about what she did, but everyone makes mistakes, and there hadn't been any malice in it. I wish we'd asked to be continue to be more open with us, but oh well. I forgive you, Asche.

>>2905652
>Launch Counterattack
I'm starting to enjoy dueling with Rinnier like this.
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>This allegation is so untrue it doesn't even warrant banter
Agreed, she even made that same atelier joke earlier. Rinnier has some shit tier banter lately.

Incidentally, isn't Asche coming to dinner with us? Did we just leave her in the rubble?
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You weren't going to dignify that with a retort. "Are we the last ones here?"

"Yes. I was going to try and suggest you delay your entrance for effect, but..." She shrugged. "Delay any longer and you'll spoil the mood."

"Thanks for taking care of this." You brush your hair back in the emptying foyer, taking one last moment to fix your appearance before you got this dinner on with. "And for today. I... Needed it?" You weren't sure if that was really what you felt about the whole thing, but you felt oddly at peace with the events of the day. Considering you spent most of your days feeling exhausted or vaguely sick to your stomach for one reason or another, this stillness was confusing to parse.

"Our liege need learn to pace themself."
"Evidently I have people to do that for me, right Rinny?"

Her laughter stopped, and you returned a cheeky grin when the former princess' mirth rolled as quickly as her eyes. "What inspired the new title, anyway?"

"I don't know." you briefly halt your self-inspection, "She made a commotion clearing the street for us to get here, too. Are they really engaged?" For small blessings, Rinnier's secretary was calm and quiet. Perhaps not to the extreme that Asche could boast, but he was reassuring to interact with. His to-be-wife on the other hand...

"Happily. I told you she was the reason Fen volunteered himself as a secretary, didn't I?"

"I guess they balance each other...?" Someone with enough enthusiasm to push the people around them forward. You could see the value in having someone like that to support you.

"Haha, no, I've rarely seen Fen get a word in edgewise." Yet Rinnier shot that vain hope of equilibrium with a laugh that spoke of lunch after lunch spent in exasperation. "But he loves her, and she's never shy of returning it."

"I guess if they're happy." It wasn't something you needed to understand. "I'm getting kind of worried about the kinds of rumours going on around me. Where are they coming from?"

"Who knows." crimson tresses shook as she dismissed the vexed question. "There was a rumour among the serving staff in Teranford that all men born to the royal family had the stamina of a Behemoth, yet my brothers would tire as quickly as anyone else in our spars. It's the nature of people to let their imagination get away from them, I think."

"Uh... Huh." You nod uncertainly, still somewhat unsatisfied. "Some of them aren't that far from the truth, though?"

"At least you don't have to worry about being poisoned?"
"I don't want to be poisoned."
"No one wants to be poisoned, Irue. It's an acquired taste."

You weren't sure if she was joking at this point, but you had a dinner to attend. "Shall we?"
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The hall spread out before you was only vaguely recognizable to you as the pub you'd once gotten hired at during your stint infiltrating Carona. A large-ish room which had lost a significant amount of space from its original floorplan, going from an open hall that welcomed customers to a narrower, more rectangular room that had seen itself inundated with reports, records, and a map... All of which seemed to have found new homes since you last saw them.

In their place were a collection of tables pressed against one another with a cloth draped over. It was a far cry from the actual tablecloth you had back at your estate, but beggars are in ill position to be choosy. Spread out across the table were bowls already filled with the same sort of soup you'd eaten for lunch with Rinnier some days ago. Two heavy looking black pots separated the tablelength into thirds, with whole loaves of not-so-freshly baked bread filling gaps between. It wasn't an inspiring spread.

Dullem remained engrossed in a conversation with one of your other knights, sticking out in the small crowd of men and women simply by virtue of his larger size. There were maybe twelve people here, not counting Asche and your Testaments... A dinner size not quite fit to be called a party, which lent a more forgiving feeling of casuality to the proceedings.

Some had already taken notice of your entrance, which was hardly difficult considering the retinue who came in alongside you, but this meant you had precious little time to simply take in the room before being forced to act. The last thing you wanted was to wait long enough for Miska to realize you'd arrive and do something silly like demand a standing salute.

None of your knights even saluted the same in the first place, at this point you're almost entirely certain it's just something they were monkeying from their meeting with Alouette's men during the Rite. It'd probably bother you more if you had... Any sort of military grounding. As you didn't, it was just another peculiar trait of your knights you'd come to find mildly endearing.

Breathe in.
Breathe out.

The room quieted, heads turning towards you when conversation dwindled. A room full of people that had come on Dullem's invitation just to meet you in person. These were your knights, and-

"Liege!"

-Dammit, Miska.

>Dinner comes first, everyone must be hungry.
>A strong first impression will make the night easier.
>There's a nervous anxiety to the air, yielding them the first move could calm them.
>Other? (write-in)
Although it goes without saying, remember that your decisions have meaning. How you act speaks to who you are.
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>>2905914
>Dinner comes first, everyone must be hungry.
We are a caring and magnanimous spiritual liege.
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Going to leave this up. I've got some stuff I have to get done today, and then a campaign to run tomorrow, but we'll hopefully be able to get through this dinner before the thread falls off.

It feels like there's been so much to pack into this thread.
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>>2905914
>>Dinner comes first, everyone must be hungry.
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>>2905914

I think we can do both

>Dinner comes first, everyone must be hungry.
>A strong first impression will make the night easier.

at the same time:

Thank the group for coming, give a short benediction for the meal and break and share bread.

It serves to pull understated attention (Which is appropriate since this is casual and we don't have any prepared gesture), establishes hierarchy (The meal begins when your lord arrives and bids it), while immediately tempering that angle with a friendly, communal gesture (Your lord eats the same bread as everyone).

It also has a undercurrent of action: A gesture which holds a great deal more power than any speech.

Fringe benefit: We don't leave Miska entirely hanging: Lord's gotta lord.
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>>2906056
>>2905914
Seconding this
Also,
>Smile!
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>>2905914
>>A strong first impression will make the night easier.

Speaking of pub, what happened to that barmaid, Jill, was it?
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>>2906297
Last I remember, we asked to her be our maid, she got mad ( she wanted to go on adventures, not do housework), and stormed out. Shortly after, Minstrel's Child took the town apart, and we never heard from her again.
It's been awhile though, so I'm a little fuzzy.
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>>2906297
>>2906310

Nothing concrete, but she didn't return to the bar after Mistral's Child.

Hopefully she found the adventure she was looking for, and hopefully it didn't swallow her whole.
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>>2905914
>A strong first impression will make the night easier.
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>>2905914
I'll second >>2906056
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>>2905979
>>2906056
>>2906196
>>2906722
Dinner comes first!

>>2906297
>>2906343
>>2906056
>>2906196
>>2906722
Strong first impressions!

Alright! Let's see what I can get done tonight before I have to rest for campaign! We're on page 9 and I suspect little progress tonight and most of tomorrow taken up with... So we might still finish this scene.
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>>2906196
>Also smile!
Smile initiated!
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Well, woe be it to you to leave her hanging, you guess. You put on an easy smile and face your knights as the familiar feeling of your tongue moving swifter than your mind pulled itself rustily from the pit. "It's good to see everyone again. We met during the snakehunt, but I never got to know you all properly."

For once it was a welcoming sensation, and you let that near-forgotten instinct carry you free of the Testament formed ranks, sliding through the room with a step as you approached the table. You subtly scanned their faces, looking out across the tabletop before continuing. "My name is Irue Valen, blood heir to House Valen, and I have the pleasure of being the one you've all sworn fealty to." Knife in hand, you sliced off an end of bread from the nearest loaf - An action which took more concentration than it had any right to, as your grip tightened around the stubbornly squirming hilt. Even not using it for violence, it was hardly welcome in your hand.

Still, that only meant the cuts you made were slower. More deliberate. "We have the rest of the night to talk more about that, though. For now I imagine everyone is hungry, and we're fortunate enough to have retained some of Gnome's bounty even now."
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In propriety you would attribute your thanks to whatever Mana was responsible for the space in which the food was retrieved; Gnome was the most common, covering most fruits, vegetables, nuts and grains. Undine had its place as well in food pulled from the sea and rivers, but such a thing was far more common in coastal regions than a land-locked region such as La'Fiel. There were pockets which extended this even further and attributed the bounty of any living creature to Wisp, but this was a practice which never quite caught on in popularity. You remember reading about it as a phenomena when you were younger, which prompted a lecture from your instructor at the time over the balance of respect in the Shrine provided by society.

Wisp's popularity was hardly something new, as it boasted an incredible reputation among the laymen for its involvement in their every day life. While Gnome, Jinn, Undine and Salamander were easily recognizable elements of the world, it was Wisp's bolstering of health and vitality which most people prayed for most fervently. To overcome sickness, to grant them strength in competitions, and over the years Wisp had become the Mana many prayed to for successful impregnation and childbirth. This was of course not touching on the prayers of soldiers which entreated the Mana both for strength and stamina, as well as the ill and injured seeking who wished for aid in recovery. Coupled with the poor public opinion of those favoured by Shade, the Wisp Dominion had overtime found themselves usurping their dichotomic counterpart's role as shepherds of the mentally and emotionally fragile - A fact which you'd born more than sufficient witness to in your own time of late.

The Mana may have been harmonious, but the Shrine was ultimately an organization of mortals, and jealousy was a trait which all Mana shared... So you suppose it was only natural that those who aligned themselves with their favour would all mutually inherit it. Wisp's overwhelming public popularity was a matter of internal schism not unlike the universal wariness the other six Dominions paid towards Luna's. As such there had been a subtle, if firm, pushback from the Shrine at the impending possibility of allowing Wisp to grasp more credence in the minds of the people than they already commanded.

...But, given what you knew now, you wondered just how many of those responsibilities should have been shouldered by Dryad instead. A Mana of life would almost certainly reign over any fertile bounty, be it grown or born. Whatever place it had in the hearts of the people had seemingly been divided among the scheming betrayers it called siblings.

Whatever the case, waxing poetic over the internal politic of the Shrine and their place in public mind had very little to do with breaking bread.
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Slices of the broken loaf had been distributed while you contemplated the accuracy of your brief benediction. The worship of Mana was something most all participated in in one form or another, but their evocation over simple meals was something you weren't sure extended to the common man. Never the less, you weren't that common in the first place. Perhaps it was a suitable choice, considering the aplomb you'd introduced yourself with not moments ago.

You'd never been quite as happy to hand off the knife to someone else as you were when you'd finished dividing out the loaf to your assembled knights. "With that said, I called you all here for a dinner, so let's eat before the food goes cold."

"Yes, liege!"

Dammit, Miska.
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Fen's overenthusiastic fiancee aside, there was little commotion as the food was passed around and you took your own place at the table. While it was far away from the suffocatingly empty dining room your estate hosted, the silence which stretched out at the table was of a similar nature. An awkward, tense thing which had eventually driven you to taking your meals at a small table in the kitchen with Asche, where you could escape the looming isolation.

And so you were here with that same sort of isolation, despite the muted clinking of metalware against dishes. While they had expressed enough interest to take you up on the invitation, being here with you had all but rendered them mute.

"Hey, so-"

Except Miska, who had quite excitedly leaned over her bowl to try and keep talking to you. "What's gonna happen next?" You blinked, spoon already firmly in your mouth. "After Carona, I mean. You got plans, right?"

"A few." You acknowledged vaguely, not entirely sure just how many plans you were juggling at the moment. At least three came to mind immediately, but those were only the ones you could safely claim to be the big ones. "After Carona fairly far off, though."

"Well what are we gonna do here?" Her questions were almost nonstop, with breaks afforded to you only when she would stop to chew and eat, or to pester her fiance. "Dullem's not told us much, but we're gearing up for something big right?"

Big... You swallowed a spoonful of soup thoughtfully. Dullem couldn't have told them much because, until recently, there was nothing to tell. As expected though, your sudden reassignment of the demihumans had raised some eyebrows among your knights. You admittedly hadn't earnestly internalized the fact that you had actual subordinates under you now... Of course they would be the most aware of when you moved.

Her question had caught the curiosity of at least a few of the other knights as well, all of whom had made an amateurish and vain attempt to hide the shift in their attentions as they eavesdropped. You blinked once, crimson pools falling on Miska with an acute realization of how you could break the chilly wall of station in this dinner. A genuine smile pulled your lips back, heralding the metaphorical opening you'd found.

What a beautiful woman Fen planned to marry.

>Ask about their experiences in Carona
>Open discussion on the expedition
>Properly address the previous Mayor's rebellion efforts
>Other? (write-in)
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>>2908545
>>Ask about their experiences in Carona
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>>2908545
>Ask about their experiences in Carona
Info gathering first
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>>2908545
>Open discussion on the expedition
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Alright, the campaign day loometh. I'll do my best to pick up after it ends, and if we cross our fingers and pray, we might finish the dinner before the thread explodes! Leaving this vote up until then.

I hope everyone's had fun and enjoyed being back. I wasn't sure if running my last attempt at doing downtime correctly was such a good idea after such a long break, but it seems to have gone over well?
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>>2908545
>I am simply focused on restoring and improving Carona to the extent of my ability.

>Ask about their experiences in Carona

>Have any of them visited the town before they became our knights? How do they remember it?

Rinnier will flay us if we talk business!
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>>2908657
The only thing better would be a beach episode, but we first have to reconquer Teranford.
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>>2908545
>>Ask about their experiences in Carona

>>2908657
I'm just glad to have you back. You've been sorely missed.
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>>2908545
>Properly address the previous Mayor's rebellion efforts

We're 3 threads from falling off
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And we are archived.

Apologies to all anons who participated in Valen Quest but died at their keyboards wondering when QM would finally come back.

To those who did not make it to the end, we will never forget your sacrifice.

We'll have to pick up and finish the dinner next time, it seems. Campaign won't be over for at least several more hours.
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>>2909864
Thanks for running. It's good to have you back.
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>>2909864
this was the first thread I participated in
hurrrrrr durrrrrrrrrrrr
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>>2910234
Oh! Well, welcome! I imagine it was a very boring thread for you if this was your first experience. I'm sorry about that.
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>>2910268
This is like the 2nd downtime thread in this quest. if this rate keeps up I dont think I will be bored





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