3 ft black rubber dildo. Insult to injury.

A massive Testubo, because who doesn't fucking love massive metal clubs

>>17641923

The tip can spray personal lubricant.

I'm a worn but lovingly cared for scimitar. In my hilt is chiselled the name of my owner's firstborn son.

>>17641937
Sorry, Tetsubo, pic related

>>17641923
>>17641944
Har har.

How about a spear of sorts?

>>17641953
ffff captcha

>>17641953

Looks like today just isn't your day.

I am made out of all-American stainless steel.

This beauty right here.

A slab of iron more than a sword....

>>17641950
>>17641958
>>17641991
>>17641992
So, what shall it be? roll 1d100 please

One needs no weapons with swag this big. Grorious.

rolled 15 = 15

>>17641950
Been forever since I've done a 4chan dice roll. Let's see if I remember.

Expanding, weighted sticky-foam.

rolled 55 = 55

>>17642002

Dildo of power!

I am a sword.
Built for war, honed in blood and tested in battle, he who holds me shall never want for more.

>>17642017
Well shit,

I am a spear, call me Motherfucker.

I am a sythe, for cutting short the destiny of my foes

rolled 76 = 76

>>17641976
Rolling for DAKKA.

rolled 61 = 61

>>17642046
forgot roll

rolled 63 = 63

>>17642002
High or low? Rolling for
>>17642024

rolled 37 = 37

>>17642021
You said I wasn't lethal.

>>17642062
Apparently I really, really wasn't.

>>17642056

Low.

>>17642069
Apparently I really was then.

>>17642073
Nice job rolling twice by the way.

>>17641919
I'm whatever the christ this thing is. I wait only for someone weeaboo enough to think he is capable of wielding it, because he saw someone use something like it in Naruto.

>>17642084
I fucked it up and didn't include "dice" in the email field. Nice job being a cunt by the way.

>>17642085
Speaking of Christ, didn't Jesus use that thing in an episode of South Park? I also recall something similar in Dark Sector or whatever it was called.

>>17642098
>Nice job being a cunt by the way.

>>17642100
Jesus doesn't count, you can't use him as a character design to steal for tabletop.
>unless you're playing Exalted, in which case that thing's probably the least insane weapon in the party anyway

>>17642017
If there are no other rolls, it looks like we are a scimitar.

>>17642120
Well shit, I won something. How about that.

>>17642123

Well, a scimitar is fine too. But I was looking forward to that dildo.

>>17642085
That is the Glaive.

rolled 72 = 72

NOTHING IS CONCRETE GODDAMN TETSUBO

Your previous master had made good use of your single edged blade, yet still cared for and maintained the shine and edge. On your hilt is the name "Rand", the name of your owners child. It means "Air" in his native language.

>Were you a well known blade?

>>17642141
Which is weird, because a glaive can also be a polearm weapon with something like a single edge sword on the end.

>>17642176
Because it's not 'a glaive.' It is 'The Glaive.'

>>17642176
That's how I found that image actually, googled for "Glaive" because I wanted to post something more like these, found that thing on Google Images and had to post it.

rolled 11 = 11

>>17642173
Why the hell wouldn't we be?

We were goddamned LEGENDARY in our day, cleaving through bone and rock like it was nothing. In the hands of our master, we drank the blood of the mightiest of foes.

>>17642173
I was forged by my previous master, who's father was a skilled blacksmith and taught him his ways. He became known as a skilled fighter as a well as a somber and introspective man, preferring diplomacy to violence, and was eventually designated the king's personal guard on the field of battle. He died defending his lord.

>>17642190
Oops, messed that up.

rolled 1 = 1

>>17642192
I am a retard

rolled 69 = 69

>>17642196
Goddamnit, what the hell is wrong with me. Trying to roll correctly one more time.

rolled 8 = 8

Legends tell of the many ways our owners, despite our personal prowess (mighty that it is), died. Some legends state that we are alive, intelligent, and malevolent.

They tell something of the truth. But we are not hateful, we are merely...

Mischievous.

rolled 11 = 11

>>17642234
So we're like Stormbringer if Stormbringer was an asshole rather than some sort of soul-eating demon?

I like it. I second this.

>>17642243
thirded

>>17642200

You were simply a mans preferred weapon. Forged by his own hands, you are the masterwork of his agonizing nights. He poured his blood, sweat and tears in to creating you. Thus, in the mysterious ways of the forge you began to form your own conciseness, however it was barely noticeable during your masters life.

Your claim to fame came about when your master rose in the ranks of his lord. The citizens began to tell tales of his peerless blade, gathering sunlight and blinding his foes, felling mountains with a single slash. Sadly the majority of these were lies. However the rumors were enough, and soon your master became the target of greedy eyes.

Your masters final moments were during a decisive battle, guarding his king from assailants, however he did not guard his own back, and was struck down.

You did not fully awake until after the battle.

>Do you have any "special" traits?

rolled 10, 5, 5, 8, 9, 8, 7, 1, 1, 7, 6, 9 = 76

>>17642303
Our edge is so sharp, we can cut through magic itself. Really messes up the scabbard, though.

rolled 53 = 53

>>17642303
My outrage at my master's wrongful death causes those who wield me to boil over with my fury. I am also extremely durable in comparison to other blades.

>>17642339
seconding this

rolled 19 = 19

>>17642341
seconding cold fury beserker blade

>>17642354
fucking niggercock apparently iv forgotten how to roll correctly

>>17642354
>>17642367
Email field.

rolled 5 = 5

>>17642354
here

>>17642370

i feel stupid now so heres my roll

Adding up dice rolls...
>81
>72
>>17642339
Though many of the tales regarding you were exaggerated, you could in fact cut through various magics thrown at you. Your blade was peerless, so sharp in fact your master had to replace your scabbard every so often, for you would utterly mutilate them over time.


So you have waited here, all these years. At first, you were overjoyed with your awakening. You called out to your brothers and sisters around you, but were only greeted with silence. Thus you waited, with only the stray bird and the sky as your companion.

But today is different, you can see movement in the field, shifting through the weapons.

>Shall you try to call out?

rolled 87 = 87

>>17642423
lets wait and see what it is

dont want to call out to the wrong person now do we?

>>17642436
Watching the approaching shape, you see that it is several. As they close, you can see that the lead person is being chased by at least five others.

The fleeing person appears to be female, and is currently tripping and knocking over the various blades as she frantically tries to get away.

Magus Staff, duh

>>17642470
They close in closer and you see what appears to be many wounds over the female. Her eyes dart back and forth, almost as if they are looking for something. Every time she crashes into a blade, she holds it for a brief second before tossing it at her pursuers.

The group of what seem to be men, have noticeable wounds as well, one of them ever has a spear sticking out of his shoulder. Closer she gets to you, grabbing blades and throwing them back, until she is several hundred feet from you. You can see the anguish on her features as she finds yet another weapon useless.

>What will you do?

>>17642470
>female
im betting 20 imaginary credits that this will end badly.

so, we have a consciousness but how do we communicate? can we communicate?

rolled 19 = 19

>>17642512
Call out to her, and promise that I will saver her as long as she wields me only for righteous purposes.

rolled 25 = 25

>>17642524
this

stressing the "Righteous purpose" part

rolled 54 = 54

I petition to be called Mournfang.

rolled 79 = 79

>>17642524
>righteous purposes
whatever.

so long as she wields us i'm happy.

rolled 89 = 89

>>17642536
DENIED

rolled 72 = 72

>>17642526

sure thing

>>17642539

Forgive that retardation, its 7am here and I have not slept.

>>17642546
Eh. This works better.


>"What kind of blade are you searching for woman? Look over yonder and you will find no finer blade."

The woman nearly stops in shock as the words echo into her mind, but she manages to keep moving, eyes darting back and forth even quicker, trying to find the location of the voice.

>"You seem to be in a bit of trouble. So how about we make a deal? I'll let you use me to defeat your bloodhounds, but I want you to SWEAR to me that I am not used for any unrighteous purposes."

She nearly breaks down at your words, tears pouring down her face as she frantically looks around for you. "YES! AIR SPLITTER I.... SWEAR....." She collapses face down in exhaustion in front of you, the forced words putting her over the edge.

>"Well my dear, look no farther."

She looks up and reaches a shaking hand up to your hilt, grasping it with a weakened grip.

Ah to be held for battle once more. Her pursuers are almost on top of you.

>roll 1d100

rolled 2 = 2

>>17642599

boom head-shot? head-stab. head-slice?

rolled 42 = 42

>>17642599
HELL YEAH LETS KILL SOME BITCHES

Whelp, this thread is being overtaken with dumbasses. I'm out. It had potential, OP.

rolled 16 = 16

>>17642658
>>17642621
Ok, maybe we're not the blade for her.

rolled 98 = 98

>>17642719
your crappy rolling seems to agree.

lets try again

>>17642621

Grasping you gingerly in both hands, she holds you out towards the enemies with shaking arms. Shes barely able to stand, let alone fight. The men circle around you, blocking off any chance for escape.

Giving off a wolfish grin, the man to the front mockingly calls out to the woman "Adel, you shouldn't have ran. You KNOW our way. Those who disobey must pay the price, and you RAN from your price Adel. Killed him and ran." Drawing his blade, he steps forward again, as do the other men. "Pity, this way is more fun."

He charges at you.

>"DODGE LEFT!"

She stumbles left, taking a glancing blow from the man, being spinning around banging into the mans armored head. You slide through the armor like a hot knife through butter, tearing off a better part of the mans face.

His death screams seem to dishearten his companions slightly, but that soon turns to laughter as they laugh at him for "Getting killed by a wench."

Her breathing is ragged as she readies herself again, this time taking the attack better, slicing through the attackers blade and taking his leg out from under him. However she is not quick enough to dodge the one that came from the side, gashing her down the side.

Her lifeblood stains his blade as she clutches her side.

>>17642734
And you seem to have saved this woman's life.

I am a hammer, for not only can I bring down the most formidable of foes, but I can also drive nails to help build.

I am a hammer, because I aid people in time of peace while I look to the horizon and see the war.

In peace I am content, in war I am passionate.

Therefore, I am a hammer, bold and brazen. Strong and tough. Firm, uncompromising, empathetic and benevolent.

Clutching at her side, she can only hold you with one hand. The man raises his arm to deal another blow.

>"Slash his torso!"

Her arm shoots out instinctively, severing the mans chest from his legs. His upper part crashes to the ground gasping for breath. The remaining two men seem understandably reluctant to engage you, but after some cursing, they both edge closer to your deadly reach.

The one to the left is the first to lose patients as charge, but she swiftly kicks him in the groin, and brings you in a flashing arc down onto his head. The second drops his weapon and starts backing away.

>Will you persuade Adel not to kill him?

rolled 17 = 17

>>17642802
>Will you persuade Adel not to kill him?
dont care personally. we're supposed to be righteous and this guy dropped his sword. then again he'll prob end up killing more people later seeing how that's his job or so it seems.

so.....50 or above and we finish him off to make sure he doesnt bring down more enemies on our heads. less than 50 we let him go.

>>17642828
She closes in for the kill when-

>"Wait."

"Huh?..." She sounds wearily

>"He is unarmed, let him leave."

"B...But he will just-"

>"LET. Him leave."

You lay down the law on the woman. Lowing you reluctantly, she curses him off, and stays standing just long enough to watch him carry let wailing legless man away before collapsing in a heap.

"I've never killed a man before now...." she huffs. Gingerly holding you out, she speaks to you formally. "Thank you oh mighty Air splitter, I...I am not worthy to use you..." Placing a hand on her chest, she looks long and hard at your blade, tracing it with her eyes "I am Adel, if it pleases you..." She lowers her eyes

>It seems she is waiting for something.

>>17642905
ask why she calls us air-splitter. did she know we were lying in this field? was looking for us specifically?

>>17642950
>"Its a pleasure Adel. I have some questions for you."

She bows her head, still breathing raggedly. "Of course, I am yours to command."

>"Did you come here specifically looking for me? You were throwing away many fine blades getting here."

Looking up, she touches your grip and traces her finger along. "Legend speaks of a mighty blade hidden in the Field of the Fallen. A blade once wielded by a powerful hero, who used it to sever mountains, crack the ground and slash the wind."

>".....I....I see..."

You take a moment to absorb the absurd legend that seems to have you as one of the stars, before continuing with your questions.

>"Uh...Why call me Air-Splitter?"

She blinks. "What else would I call you if not the name used by our ancestors?"

>>17642905

"Honored to meet you madam, let my presence protect you so long as you remain on the path of righteousness. Though, I see it befitting that my new owner my give a new name, or not, the choice is yours."

>>17643033
Goddammit. Well I can probably still fit that in somehow. Just need to rephrase it.

>>17643059
>>17643033
use both names. air-splitter in public and when naming it to others.

rand when in private sort of thing

Actually, going to take a break to sleep. I'll pick the thread back up in a few hours, hopfully it wont be 404d

>>17643033
>>17643079
Remembering these though in case thread dies.

>>17643024
>"What else would I call you if not the name used by our ancestors?"

We never had a name except for "Air". So Air-Splitter is a good name as any. Or just Rand, like the original wielder named us.

>>17643024
>>17643720
Yeah, but we're a blade. We're not human, so we should have a name fitting for a blade and not a human.
I mean, you wouldn't name your magical vorpal blade "Jack" or "Hans" would you?

Still, "Air-Splitter" sounds cheesy, I'll just assume that "we" are somewhat proud of being a magical blade have a better taste that that.
And Air-Splitter, really?.. Thats how you can call your woodaxe or your fruitknife, we are certainly more refined than that.

I would settle for "Air" or something that has to do with our ablitly to cut through magic like... Ah shit.I'm going in circles. Lets just go with "Rend" it sounds similiar to what our creator named us and its pretty much what we do in regards of magic. Even if our name sounds like we're some axe, or claymore or some other ungraceful and brute weapon.

And while we're really happy to be wielded again, we should tell the girl how to handle us in a more proper way. I mean.. Look at the last fight! Thats not how you use a scimitar. There is guts and blood and limbs everywhere and.. Do you even know how bad entrails smell once they're out your body? The smell of decay is a freaking joke in comparison to that. And like I said, we're not some axe, we're not here for the hacky and slashy stuff, we cut smooth and cleanly and thats how we want to be used. If you want blood and gore everywhere just use a goddamn axe!

Can we sigh as a blade? We should do that quite often. Whenever she does something stupid. Just to dick around with her. Oh, oh! That's what our name could be for future generations: The Sighing blade.

But first tell her to clean us, we like to shine.

bump with interest hopefully OP will be back soon

>>17644046

>"I would much rather you not call me that."

"....What will I call you then?" She looks perplexed. You think for a moment. Your previous master had called you after his son, Rand. But that was a name of a different time, and would not do now.

>"Call me Rend. I can't quite split air, but my blade is very sharp."

Adel looks at awe at you for a moment, before grimacing in pain and clutching her side.You watch her sloppily dress her wounds with scraps of cloth from the dead men and her own clothing.

>"Check the men for alcohol, and use that to pour over the wound."

She obeys, and finds a skin of something. Going by the look on her face after she sniffed it, it was quick powerful. She lets loose a soft whimper as the stuff his the wound, the bandages it to the best over her ability.

She seems not as haggard now, but seems very tired. She picks you up once more "I have nothing to carry you in..."

>"Its fine, sheathes don't do me much good. Too sharp."

"I guess we will head by to my village now....though I do not think I'll be welcome." She looks to you, as if seeking insight.

You're back. I suppose we should just go to her village, and ask why she might not be able to return on the way.

>>17644564
Judging by what the man that first attacked her said, Adel is likely either a slave or prostitute, and killed the man who paid to have her.

Of course, if she is to live, she needs supplies and a safe place to heal her wounds. Does she know of anyplace that would be safe for her?

>>17644491
>She looks to you, as if seeking insight.

Reprimand her, that while wise, sharp and beautiful, we're still a blade and when you're asking a blade for insights something is seriously wrong with you.

She can rely on us for fighting, but we're not there to give her directions in life. And she still should clean us.
Aren't we still bloody and gooey from the last fight?

>>17644491
Ask her what's the deal with her village, these men and their accusations.

>>17644564
>>17644647

>"Well if anything, I would just like a change of scenery."

She smiles, and hefts you up onto her shoulder. With that you leave your long time home. It is not long before you breach the edge of the field, and she goes to rest on a nearby rock.

>"Adel, why aren't you able to return to your village? What happened?"

"We...well..." Her cheeks go pale and she starts shaking. "A nobleman recently came through our village, I was out helping my old man water and feed the horse, when the Nobleman stopped in front of the house and point to me. "YOU" he said, "You shall be my new wife." then he sent his men to take me. I saw some coins pass over to my father...." She takes a minute to wipe away her building tears. "I was his seventh wife, heh, some men are lucky to have one. Then, when he tried to take me that night, I bashed his head in with a lamp....then I ran." Pausing she looks to you "I didn't think it would kill him though.

>"Hmm, it sounds like you were abducted more than anything. I think you may be able to return, one day."

That seemed to comfort her a little. "We can probably reach the closest town before sundown if we leave now." She say, going to rise.

>"Ah, before that, you should probably clean me. I mean it can't look good for a girl walking into a town with an unsheathed sword covered in blood."

"Oh...." She tears off another strip of cloth attempting to clean you, not well though.

>*sigh* "Good enough for now. Maybe there will be some water along the way. Lets move now before we lose light."

"Right." She hefts you onto her shoulder again and starts walking to the town.

This is starting off to be a great quest!

At least we didn't change the gender of our wielder, like that other sentient weapon quest.
(Then again, we sometimes turned into a flak 88 cannon, so that was awesome).

>>17644777
Forgot my trip.
>>17644779
I'm trying to avoid any major similarities to Influence.

>>17644784
Don't try so hard to avoid common sentient weapon tropes that this quest becomes boring. It's fine if you use some similar things as sentient weapon quest.

>>17644777
Scabbards might not hold the sword because it tears through them but can we fashion some-kind of a sling or a hook to hang the sword from?

>>17644797
Alright then, thanks for the advice.

>>17644810
Probably, you might not have the proper materials though. All Adel seems to have is her clothes, with the exception of you.

>>17644825
Well, lets give her the idea so that she looks out for the materials.

Lets emphasize to her that she should keep the fact that we are this Legendary "Air-Splitter" sword on the downlow. We don't want even more people coming after her because she wields this rare and powerful sword.

>>17644874
Wait, wait....

She talked about some ancient legends that had been passed over for many years about this sword....
that means that they KNEW we were here and never came to take us away from this God forsaken place!?
...Damn those assholes.

>>17644855
>>17644874

>"You may want to try and make a sheath of some sort for me. My previous wielder went through one almost every week, so maybe something that doesn't touch the blade would work."

"I'm good with my hands, but I don't know much about swords. You may have to help me on that part."

>"Noted."

You soon arrive to a well worn road, that shoots into the treeline. "Almost there, the town is just farther in the trees." She says thankfully, making her way over.

>"Ah, by the way. You may want to keep my status as the "Legendary Air-splitter" to yourself. Greed makes men do terrible things."

"Alright...." She seems disappointed at this.


You arrive at the town. It is a simple thing, mainly wooden buildings, with a ring a palisade serving as walls.

>"Do you have any money for an inn?"

"...No..." She looks if she just realized she has nothing but the clothes on her back and her blade.

This could be a problem.

>>17644797
>Don't try so hard to avoid common sentient weapon tropes that this quest becomes boring. It's fine if you use some similar things as sentient weapon quest.

I agree, just don't force it. Let it flow as you think it fits the most. That said, I didn't really enjoy sentient weapon quest as soon as it started to go the "Rule of cool"-Route.
Its cool when something awesome happens, but if its reduced to "Push X, something awesome happens" it gets really derpy.

Goddamnit, another quest to follow.

>>17644932
So... of all the people that could have found is its a poor peasant girl.
And stay silent on that matter, we'll be there when she gets to fight someone or something, but we're not her caretaker and.. should make that clear, so she doesn't rely on us for every tiny decision.

She's the wielder, we're the sword, not the other way around.

Whats actually the deal with people expecting your advice on everything just because you're a sentient weapon?

>>17644932
"Do not be disappointed. Your fame shall not come from what you wield, but who YOU are and the difference YOU make. I am merely a guide on the path you walk, not the one to carry you to the end."

>>17644967
"Shit, I'm just a sword. I don't fucking know."

>>17644932
Should have thought to check the dead men for any wallets and money pouches. May need to do that in the morning.

Anyway, is there anyplace she could shelter for the night that she knows of?

>>17644967
Maybe they think sentient weapons are wise and shit?

>>17644974

>>17644969
>>17644969
See? Thats exactly what I'm talking about! How the hell should we know? Especially the part about the "Guide", we're not some artifact that slew some ancient evil that awakened. We're just a talking sowrd that somehow became sentient because our creator poured his passion and soul into while making us.
Just lay off the Master Yoda-Routine for some Blade of Light that is chosen to defeat to impenetreble darkness of Idontevengiveafuck.

>>17644932

"I was planning on announcing you as the legendary sword, then people would HAVE to give me a room."

>*sigh* This is going to be a difficult beginning for the two of you. "I am merely the tool. YOU are the wielder. Its up to you to make any legends."

"Then what should I do?"

>*Sigh* "I don't know, I'm a sword. Do you have anything that you could use to barter for a room and food?"

She seems startled by your revelation "Well....All I have is you and....and my body." She seems reluctant for that last one. "Maybe I'll just go sleep somewhere out of the wind."

That she does, and after a few depraved attempts on her, you finally find a place to settle down for the night.

>>17645022
She could become and adventurer or something. Kill some rats or whatever and gain some money.

We don't have any active powers that can affect the outside world, do we?

>>17645022
Upon her waking:
"You'll need to work if you want to eat, and have a roof over your head. I am an excellent tool if used properly, and I can teach you to fight."

>>17645032
You are Rend the "Really fucking sharp". You can cut through magic, and you can talk to people you choose to talk too.

>>17645045

With dawns first bit of light, Adel awakes with a shiver.

>"You are awake."

She nods, teeth chattering "Yes." She begins warming herself up. She seems to be dressed rather lightly for the climate it seems to be. The locals are wearing animal skin coats and the like, yet Adel is wearing a long sleeved tunic and pants. A light frost covers the town.

>"You'll need to work if you want to eat, and have a roof over your head. I am an excellent tool if used properly, and I can teach you to fight."

As if on cue, her stomach grows. Taking you in her hands again, she is ready for your lesson. "Teach me, please. I don't want to be weak anymore."

.Roll 1d100 to see how effective the training is.

>>17645045
Shouldn't we also go back and loot those bodies?
Surely they must have some coins on them.
And considering how we never saw anyone for decades, their corpses are probably going to go undisturbed for quite a while.

>>17645022
>>17645032
We don't know what kind of town that is, buuuut its good start, maybe there is something like an "Adventurers Board" in on of the taverns or maybe even an Adventurer or Merc Guild she could try starting off with? If not then look for merchant caravans or merchants in generel, they always need protection. But we don't tell her anything of that.

Just ask her to tell you more about the town and let her come up with an idea herself. Before we aid her, we should sit and watch and find out if she really is a clueless as she seems to be, because of thats true, she is probably the wrong person to wield us.

Too much sympathy for her will only get her to rely too much on us, what will eventually lead to a bad end for her.

rolled 52 = 52

>>17645090
rolling low, right?

rolled 66 = 66

>>17645090
This is likely to end badly.

>>17645099
High for this one.

rolled 55 = 55

MONTAGE!

rolled 34 = 34

>>17645090

rolled 99 = 99

Comon, we need a high roll.

>>17645128
Fucking yes.

>>17645128
BOOYAH!

rolled 68 = 68

>>17645094
And I obviously take too long to react to OP's Posts.

>>17645128

She takes to the training beautifully. It starts out slow at first, but she gradually gets better as it goes on, despite her injuries. Though she never held a blade before now, it seems she is a natural. By the end of the training, she goes through the routine you gave her in a whirl of steel.

(Wielder swordsmanship has increased.)

rolled 54 = 54

>>17645166
Yes.

Now she needs a way to get money. Or she could try to live of the wild for a while but I doubt that it would be easier option.

"Wonderful. Now, my advice would be to go find an adventurers board or some such thing. Someone always needs some giant rats killed it seems.

Or, if you think you can run fast and silent, you might hunt for your food in the wilderness."

>>17645166
Try to find a passing caravan and try to sell our services?

>>17645166
I still believe we should try to go back and loot those bodies for starting capital.

Of course, we did let that one guy go alive, he might have slunk back and looted the bodies already.

>>17645179
I still think we should wait and see what she does herself instead of helping her out with everything.

>>17645195
>>17645186
If she doesn't think of looting them why should we? We're just her sword and do really want her to depend on us for everything? Is this really the kind of wielder we want to have? That would make us proud as sentient blade?

>>17645195
Normally I would agree, except that people don't think very well when panicked or on an empty stomach. As soon as she gets some food in her and isn't in immediate danger, we'll probably shut up for awhile unless she needs us.

Never shall I know the end for I am death given form.

Pic very fukken related

>>17645186
>>17645172

>"Now thats taken care of, you still need food, and shelter. You might be able to make a bit of a profit of one of the other blade-"

"THE BODIES!" She shouts excitedly "I had forgotten about them in the confusion, they should have money on them, right?"

>That also works. "There might be valuables on them."

She seems rather pleased with herself, and the training seems to have made her confident. The field is a few hours away from the town, and you make short time getting there.

"Wow~" she gasps "These are silver coins, and EIGHT of them. This could have fed my family for a week on the good bread."

Another search of the bodies reveals nothing else valuable, however one of the men's deer skin coat wasn't stained in blood like the others, so she takes that as well.

You arrive back at town around midday, and she pays for much needed food and drink at the tavern.

>>17645212
I'm with this guy. Lets help her get back onto steady ground and keep her in one piece. Then, when shes found something to apply herself to, we'll go a bit quiet until we are needed.

>>17645253
DOSH

>>17645253
Good to see that she has SOME initiative.
Now, she needs to get a job.

>>17645253
And now is the best time to stay silent and wait what she'll do next.

air spliter is a lame name, we should be magebane.

rolled 74 = 74

>>17645236
The bowie knife: an interesting dichotomy of the elegance of a blade combined with the deadlier side of 'American Ingenuity'

Well gentlemen, we are an intelligent item being wielded by a - let's be honest here - complete pansy. She's got some potential, but for the time being we're basically directing her life.

What are our goals? Our motivation? Without knowing that, this quest is going to get argumentative very quickly. And without something to work towards, it's going to get bland.

Might I suggest we become a thing of vengeance? Let's help our newest wielder take revenge on he who destroyed her life by his own lust and greed.

We'll get her enough money and training to get armored up and competent at wielding us, then go back and try to kill the arrogant ass.

Consensus? Criticisms?

Finishing her meal and ignoring the hooting of the drunken bar folk, she asks the bar tender if there is a healer in town, and he directs her to the place "But I hope you have enough coin sweetheart, healers don't come cheap these days." He grins at her.

After having the healer treat her wounds, which was pretty much what she had did before, except some stitching and proper bandaging, she leaves the building minus a silver. "A WHOLE silver?! she complains "Thats outargues! Its a scam! IT-it..."

>"Was necessary."

"Right..." Her shoulders slump at the loss of her money, and she returns to the tavern. The hoots from the men are back, but soon fade as they return to their drink.

"Back again, I see." The barkeep greets her. "Yes, I was wondering where to look to make money in this town." Pondering or a moment, he replies "Well, Maurice is always looking for more girls to whore. I'm also looking for a barmaid. There is a merchant caravan leaving in two days, and there is lumber work available. But I don't imagine a pretty little thing like you is interested in those last two." She fingers your pommel "Actually, I wanted something that pays the most, that does not involve whoring myself or being the object for drunken fools to lust after. Can you tell me where to go for the caravan?"

He throws back his head in a roar of laughter "A DELICATE LOOKING THING LIKE YOU?! HAHA!" The Laughter continues for a minute before dying away. "Oh, you are serious. Erhm....You will have to talk to old Bob down at the town hall for that. He handles all comings and goings through here."

>>17645515
Did you mean >outrageous ?

>>17645533
Ah yes. That was silly of me.

>>17645514
She killed him by accident.
>"Adel, you shouldn't have ran. You KNOW our way. Those who disobey must pay the price, and you RAN from your price Adel. Killed him and ran."
>Then, when he tried to take me that night, I bashed his head in with a lamp....then I ran." Pausing she looks to you "I didn't think it would kill him though.

>>17645602
Hm, seems my reading comprehension isn't at 100% when I just wake up then.
In that case, we'll need to completely invent a motivation beyond survival.

Suggestions anyone?

>>17645629
Fuck your shit. We're a tool, a damn fine tool, but still just a tool. Our will is our wielder's will, nothing more, nothing less.

We ask Adel what she wants from life, and we do our best to give it to her.
Right now, she wants to be strong. So, we make her strong enough that no man can match her in the field of battle.

With a huff, she leaves the man with a glare to find this one called "Bob" at the town hall. He is a frail looking man, who shakes a lot. "Yeees my dear? How can I help you?" He asks with a feeble voice. "I want to be part of the caravan guard that is leaving a few days." She replies curtly. Bob recoils in shock "Oooh dear, a pretty girl like you doing that? Wouldn't you rather find a man to take care of you?...."

He trails off, eyeing the bruises and her unwashed state, then coming to rest on you who trails at her side, hung from a sling of sorts. "Weeeell, there is always need for more guards, the road is a dangerous place after all." He pauses to hack a couple of times "Buuut, if you want, you can be on the guard. Is that what you want deary?"

She looks down at you apprehensively, fiddling with your grip some more. Whispering, she asks "What do you think, Rend? It might be my only chance to make any real money."

>>17645772
"I would suggest taking it, Adel. But I would not trust any of the other guards, for they may only covet your body and my blade.
"But the final decision is yours. I am your blade, you are my wielder. I cannot make your decisions for you."

>>17645708
Fair enough, but if we don't get to make any decisions, it's not going to be much of a quest. Or much of a story for that matter.

rolled 26 = 26

I'm picturing us as a shamshir.

Anyway, I'll advise her to take the caravan job if she wants to be self-reliant. Also, ask her what she wants in life - short, mid, and long term. We need all three of those goals. We may just be a tool, but we're a sentient tool - we can serve as advisor, tutor, and weapon, even if she's the hero here.

>>17645708
THIS!

And and besides that, don't rush it OP, write at your own pace not because you think that people could be bored or whatever. I like the story very much so far.

we should join the caravan, but she migth need some armor to go along with us.

>>17645825

>"I would suggest taking it, Adel. But I would not trust any of the other guards, for they may only covet your body and my blade. But the final decision is yours. I am your blade, you are my wielder. I cannot make your decisions for you."

This seems to calm her, as she confirms to the old man she wants the job. "Yes sir, I do want the job." He sighs "Veeery well deary." Stamping some things, he asks for her name. "Meet by the front gate two days from now at dawn. They will provide you with some armor I believe. Try and not get yourself killed."

With that its done, Adel has a job coming up, but there is still a day in-between, and the rest of today. Adel sits on stone step wearily. "I've never had a job before, let alone one that may get me killed. Maybe I should look into doing something else for the rest of the day and tomorrow?"

Wincing, she shifts her weight and places a hand over her wounded side. "It might be better if I spend the rest of the time recovering though..."

>"What are you going to do after the caravan reaches its destination?"

"Huh? what do you mean?"

>"What do you have planned after this? What do you want to do with your life? You have killed four men already, and mutilated another. Even if you went back to your family, it probably wouldn't be the same."

She looks down at her hands. "Your absolutely right. I don't think I would ever be able to face my Ma and Da after now." She rubs her hands together "For now though? I just want to live. Further down the road? I always enjoyed the tales that travelers brought with them about wondrous sights and sounds they had seen. I had always wanted to see the worlds they had described so vividly."

>"So you want to see the world then?"

"Yes....I suppose I do."

>"Then I shall be your sword. Wield me as you will."

Would you like to play out the rest of the day and a half, or skip right to the caravan?

we should clean our spinnerettes

>>17646101
Skip to the caravan.
Adel is injured, and with a likely hard journey as part of a caravan's guards, she will need to be as healed as possible.

>>17646143
?????

>>17646146

Adel spends the next day and a half resting and sleeping in the room she rented from the inn. She was desperately thankful to have a bed to sleep in again, though she was shocked at the silver coin she had to pay for it. Down to six silver now. Her wound is largely better now, though it still itches and is rather sore according to her.

She meets the caravan leader, a short man with a big nose who wheezes a lot. He doesn't talk much, and after a grunt of approval, he waves over another guard and instructs him to give you the armor and other equipment. Looking at her, he curses "You mean to tell me we have to go all the way to Forlorn falls caring for a girl who thinks herself to be a warrior?" He drops the armor in front of her and spits "You better watch yourself girl, there are other things that can pierce through a woman." Then he storms off.

Shaking, she begins to haul the leather armor on, then pulls her deerskin coat over that. The helmet is not for her size, to the point where it impeded her vision from flopping back and forth, so she chose not to wear that.

>"I think you should keep me close, and sleep with one eye open every night we are with these people."

"Agreed." She whispers.

The Caravan sets off with a shout, the guards lining either side as it heads to its destination.

rolled 85 = 85

We should silently give her lectures as we walk - during the hours when she can't practice. We can teach her about tactics, surely. Do we have any particular knowledge other than tactics and combat? Stories, songs, languages, geography, folklore? It sounds like she wants to be a bard, be a person who goes adventuring not for gold but for stories. It would do us well to help her to that end. If we don't know any of that, eavesdrop constantly, trying to pick up songs and stories from other people in the caravan, passersby, and people in the destinations which we reach.

Adel, what tales do they tell of our birth?

>>17646332
You know the things that you saw when at your previous masters side. You know a bit of geography, and have heard some languages, but never learned them.

>>17646478
Then stories, tactics, and whatever geography we know. Pay attention to what everyone else is saying too.

>>17646332
Do that too much and it will distract her when she should be paying attention to her surroundings.
We're on guard duty, and have to defend against both outside threats and the other caravan guards.

rolled 24 = 24

We can sense our surrounding can't we? Lets keep an eye out our selves and let her know when foes are near.

But lets not make it obvious we're doing that. It wouldn't be good if she came to rely on us too much.

The long days of travel turned to nights as you walked the dusty trail. During the days, you filled them with lectures of martial tactics, warfare and all that you knew of it, The nights are filled with practice and rest. Some nights you hear the other guards muttering about her, others they sing and they dance. One of the guards even started sparring with her, another started teaching her how to live off the land, and identify edible plants. Others kept their distance, thinking a woman would bring bad luck on the journey, a few watched the young woman with another kind of intent. The journey continued.

>"Adel, what tales do they tell of our birth?"

Clearing her throat, she recites the tale. "You were forged in an age long past, the materials gifted to the master blacksmith Andrei the Wild by the forge God Anvil. He labored in his forge for 30 days and 30 nights, shaping the very wind into a steel blade, that cracked like thunder when swung and shone like the sun. With the blade he severed mountains, shattered the wind and ripped open the heavens themselves. But he was betrayed by one close to him who coveted the blades power, and died holding off the advancing Green tide with a handful of others. To this day it is forbidden to enter the Fields of the Fallen, for if you do, you shall anger the ghosts of heroes past."


You aren't sure how to reply to that, but you feel your nonexistent face burning you think.

>>17646895
"Let me tell you the truth, then.
"My master was a simple man. I was not created by the will of gods or of divine materials; simply by force of will and effort.
"He rose in station, and I followed.
"I tell you this, Adel, so that you know that you can aspire to such fame yourself. That your origins are not as important as what you choose to do. That if you wish it, Mistress, we can enter the legend, together."

>>17646984

>"Let me tell you the truth, then."

"Alright." She says happily.

>"My master was a simple man. I was not created by the will of gods or of divine materials; simply by force of will and effort. He rose in station, and I followed."

She is reasonably confused, for it is something she has probably known all her life.

>"I tell you this, Adel, so that you know that you can aspire to such fame yourself. That your origins are not as important as what you choose to do. That if you wish it, Mistress, we can enter the legend, together."

She takes a moment to think before speaking, almost blushing. "I...I don't think I could ever be as amazing as the heroes of old. But its wonderful to hear that the Blacksmith Andrei has humble beginnings much like myself. It makes me respect him even more."

With that, you continue her lessons, keeping your eye opened for any trouble. The town "Forlorn Falls" is not far now you hear the other guards talk, but their voices are hushed. Some don't speak at all. Others are glancing into the woods, and on occasion you think you see something slip past the trees.

"LOL that's awesome! Hey, you know, my hilt can probably be used to take your virginity. The blood will make me stronger, or some shit."

>>17647113
Keep our sword-senses trained on the forest.
If there's magic enough to animate us, then there's probably other, less savory things in this world.

This town of Forlorn Falls sounds like a home to some of these things.

rolled 3 = 3

"Do not doubt in yourself Adel, you have shown great promise already. But the time for talk is ending, I sense danger is near. Be vigilant."

And we should continue to keep a look out... if there's any advice we can give to make Adel a better look out, we should offer it.

>>17647113
Do we, as a sword have any sensory capabilities? If so I suggest we use them now.

If not we should advise Adel to stay alert.

>>17647271
You can see and hear, nothing fancy though.

>>17647241
>>17647271
>>17647245

>"Do not doubt in yourself Adel, you have shown great promise already. But the time for talk is ending, I sense danger is near. Be vigilant."

She grows quiet, glancing at the forest on either side of you. Yes, there is definitely something moving about in there, a curse from one of the guards confirms this, others start muttering prayers to whatever God they worship. Adel is keeping composed far better than the others, but her iron grip on your hilt betrays her feelings.

"Easy does it lads. The folk of the forest mind themselves, as long as we behave ourselves in their lands." The caravan leader calls out eyeing Adel "Keep your women and your weapons close though, they are known to take both."

Adel unconsciously closes in until she is practically hugging one of the caravan wagons. How ironic you have both things these creatures desire.

The small remainder of the journey is incredibly tense, words stopped passing back and forth between the guards and the caravan quickened, the guards nearly running the last legs of the trip. You had counted at least a hundred creatures in the woods, you lost count when you neared the town, its large stone walls and watchtowers welcoming you in.

The Black shapes watched with yellow eyes as you entered and the gates closed behind, then silently retreated.

rolled 54 = 54

"You kept your nerve better than many of the guards. Good, that steel is needed just as much as my kind. Tell me, how many of the forest creatures did you count?"

We should probably also stay near the other guards, they know what they're doing and where to go. If possible find out what we can about this village, the woods and the creatures that dwell in them.

>>17647495
In the safety of the town walls, a wave of relief washes over the guards. Many of them start laughing an jesting, but a cough from the Caravan leader causes everyone to crowd around. "Twenty silver pieces now lads, thirty once we safely get to Citadel." A cheer rises up as the men collect their wages, Adel has to push through to get to the small man, and is rewarded with a small pouch of the silver coins.

Her face lights up as she counts out twenty. "I've never held this much money before!" She tells you.

>"You deserve it."

She beams as she walks to the tavern, to enjoy a hard earned meal and a drink. During her meal you brief her on the events.

>"You kept your nerve better than many of the guards. Good, that steel is needed just as much as my kind. Tell me, how many of the forest creatures did you count?"

Placing her fork down, she thinks. "I didn't really count them all, but I managed to count a hundred, after that I lost count."

This is good, she has sharp eyes.

rolled 92 = 92

when we set off again, keep your wits about you. Confusion is both a powerful ally and a powerful foe.

rolled 29 = 29

>>17647855
"You have sharp eyes. Still, I have been away from the world to long. We should find out who those creatures where, were we are and get a general sense of things."

>>17647903
>>17647977

>"You have sharp eyes. Still, I have been away from the world to long. We should find out who those creatures where, were we are and get a general sense of things."

"Right, I overheard some of the townsfolk speaking on the way over to the tavern. They say they are the local residents of the forest, they have been there longer than anyone can remember. They don't bother anyone if you stay on the paths, but if you stray off they carry you away."

>"I see. When we set off again, keep your wits about you. Confusion is both a powerful ally and a powerful foe. You handled that very well."

"I will Rend."

rolled 58 = 58

"Hmmm, it's probably a good idea to ask the Tavern keeper about the Citadel and the road ahead. Prior planning prevents... well let's not dwell on that. What's your assessment on the other guards? If the worst happens they may be a great help, though I wouldn't be suprised if some of them turned and fled."

>>17647115

Go on...

In the midst of finishing her meal and drink, a bard starts playing, first tuning his fiddle then he begins. Its a rustic song, and it fills you with nostalgia. Oh you are on the battlefield with Andrei once more, spinning and dancing around all who oppose you. Andrei was a very passionate man in both the forge and in life, the battlefield was no different. With great zeal he wielded you for his king. But Andrei died.

"My father used to play this to me as a child, its one of my favorites." Adel says while tapping her foot to the beat. Now this is interesting.

>"Can you sing it?"

"Eh?" She almost spills her drink, her face growing red. "W-why y-yes I can. My father taught me it when I was little. B-but I haven't touched a fiddle in ages." She stammers out.

>"We should get you a fiddle sometime then, it will lighten the times we are traveling."

With that her checks are scarlet red as she buries her face in her drink.You think you hear her mutter "You need to get a fiddle first..."

bamp?

>"Back to business, are you going to continue on to the Citadel?"

"I was. That was so much money, its not so bad if it is always like this." She says hopefully

>"Hmmm, it's probably a good idea to ask the Tavern keeper about the Citadel and the road ahead. Prior planning prevents... well let's not dwell on that. What's your assessment on the other guards? If the worst happens they may be a great help, though I wouldn't be suprised if some of them turned and fled."

On your advice, she asks the barkeep about Citadel. Back in your day, Citadel was a central fortress, one of the largest in the kingdom, though who knows what the ages have brought. The barkeep is astonished that she doesn't know about it, the "Grand capitol" of the kingdom. He goes on describing how it is an impenetrable fortress city that not even the demonic Green Tide could bring down.

It seems Citadel has gotten rather large since the last time you were there. You and Andrei had fought at that battle, though it was one of the first you two had ever fought, it lingers in your memory as a precious moment.

We are a guard now?

>>17648815
At least until you get to the Citadel.

>>17648833
If we get there. No telling if we get a bad roll on the way there.

rolled 61 = 61

>>17648779
"The road ahead is long, and the danger is greatest when people think they are beyond harm. You should get an early night if you want to survive the day ahead... but for now. There is music, wine and good cheer; and your purse is weighted down with coin. What is the point of surviving if you never live? Go embrace your passions, whatever they may be."

>>17648952
Uh, do we want her to get raped or something? Tavern full of elated, drunk caravan guards that are just happy to survive another run and feel like doing anything?

I'm fine with fun, but we should watch out for her.

>>17648984
I gotta agree with this guy.
Adel might have a natural talent for fighting and swordsmanship, but she barely has a week's worth of good practice. She hasn't had the time to really develop the musculature needed for fighting yet.

rolled 55 = 55

>>17648984
Then we chop them up. We're a sword and we're not gonna have our charge miss out on living and dwell in fear.

>>17648952
Lets have some fun; but as the others have said, let us be wary.

The Barkeep continues on, talking about the way there. It seems that this path goes deeper into the forest, further into the creatures domain. It is considerably longer than the way getting here, however it goes straight through the forest. It seems those creatures are the natives of the forest, and the construction of Forlorn Falls angered them greatly, and that the town got its name because thats the way they kill you. The take you up to the top of the highest tree and drop you. But they keep to themselves, and only those that tread off the road get taken. They also seem to have a thing for pregnant women it seems, they will take them right off the road. If a woman steps off the road, she is not killed the same as others, she is never heard from again all the same though. Adel shudders at the implication.

She thanks the man and returns to her drink. "I think I might need a couple more of these before we leave tomorrow."

>"The road ahead is long, and the danger is greatest when people think they are beyond harm. You should get an early night if you want to survive the day ahead... but for now. There is music, wine and good cheer; and your purse is weighted down with coin. What is the point of surviving if you never live? Go embrace your passions, whatever they may be. But be careful, after all there are several drunk guards here who are just happy that they lived another day, they probably feel like they can DO anything."

She nods as she turns back to the music, foot tapping still with the beat. Its not long before she retires for the night, exhausted from the days events.

>Then, when we sleep, this happens.

>>17649088
Come to think of it, as a sapient sword, do we even sleep?

>>17649130
I don't see why you couldn't, but it wouldn't be actual sleep, it would probably be more like day dreaming.

rolled 82 = 82

Let's keep a weary eye out for trouble. It's probably the least we can do, since she saved us from an eternity of solitude.

>>17649170
Lets dream then! Maybe something important will come up; something we could pass onto Adel?

>>17649170
If that's the case, I'd rather stay awake and on alert. Since we can't get tired, we will need to keep watch while Adel sleeps.

>>17649208
What could you get from a dream? What does a sword even dream of?

>>17649230
Well, we weren't fully sentient until after we were discarded in the field. So although we remember most of before, we weren't "around" so to speak to determine what was more or less important to remember. Maybe things got forgotten?

Your call, its just what I was thinking of when I suggested it.

>>17649230
Being an even larger sword!

>>17649230
Let's just get to morning, and the journey to Citadel.
Keep an eye on the forest dwellers, make sure that Adel doesn't accidentally walk off the path.

>>17649225
>>17649207
{Time to describe what Adel looks like, I haven't even mentioned what race she is yet }

Closing and locking the door behind her, Adel begins to disrobe for bed. She was lucky enough to get a private room, away from the other guardsmen, so it was just the two of you in the room. though the merriment from downstairs is still quite noticeable

Taking off her leather armor, but gingerly maneuvering around her injured side, you get the first actual look at your partner. Human, with tanned skin from hours laboring outside with slender curves sporting a modest pair of breasts, though one is covered by the bandages. Crowned with black unkempt shoulder length hair accent her deep green eyes. She wasn't a bad looking woman from what you can tell, and whats more is that her body is somewhat hardened with muscle.

Pursing her lips, she takes off the bandages to redress the wound. Poor girl will probably have a nasty looking scar there. You wish her off to sleep, and are promptly greeted with soft snores.

Until the first rays of light started creeping in, you watched over the girl. At one point during the night you had thought someone was trying to get into the room, but it seemed to just be some lost drunk man.

Adel quickly awakes, dresses and is down eating by the time the other guardsmen make their way down.

bump?

>>17649485
Just another day, another silver.
Observe the other guards and see if they're hung over. That could be problematic.

rolled 49 = 49

>>17649485

Maybe Adel should start disguising herself as a guy.

After eating a brief, quite breakfast, the caravan lead wants to get on the go as soon as possible. You soon find yourself right back where you were on the caravan, as you leave the town.

>"They are watching us already."

Adel traces her eyes across the forest. "There are more of them than last time..." She whispers, her hand curling back into the iron grip around your hilt. Some of the guards being their cursing and praying once more, you think you hear one crying.

Hundreds of sets of glowing yellow eyes peer down at the caravan, some at ground level and others up in the trees, just watching. "Why don't they make any noise?" Whispers Adel.

>"Perhaps they can't. Or maybe they don't see us worthy of communication."

You notice a low overhanging branch almost too late.

>"ADEL, ABOVE!"

Adel screams as a clawed hand makes a swipe at her head. She dives to the side, burying herself in the mud. You see the retracting hand of the culprit gets drawn back into the shadows, two yellow orbs glaring back down at you. Not at the girl, at YOU.

Adel rises to the slackening of bow strings and exhales of relief.

rolled 11 = 11

>>17649828
Scream directly into the things mind to make it fall down.

>>17649828
Since we don't use verbal communication, I wonder if we can communicate with them?
"If you have a quarrel with me, then come out of the forest and make yourself known! If it is a fight that you wish, then we may have a duel! But do not attempt to snatch me away from my wielder like a thief!"

>>17649879
Thats a terrible idea.

rolled 54 = 54

>>17649899

I second this right here.

rolled 27 = 27

bump?

rolled 77 = 77

"It's me they seem to want, not you. Let's keep our wits about us, they seem unwilling or unable to leave the safety of their woodland home."

>>17649899

Adel climbs to her feet, and is greeted by the sounds of taut bowstrings being released, as men letting loose breathes they had been holding.

>"It's me they seem to want, not you. Let's keep our wits about us, they seem unwilling or unable to leave the safety of their woodland home."

"R-right.."

You continue on, with Adel keeping an extra wary eye for anymore overhanging branches. Night settles in and you camp there on the road. The treeline is lite up with yellow lights, watching, waiting for someone to step into their domain.

Adel and the guards sit around the campfire in silence. One of them suddenly stands up and starts screaming "FUCK YOU AND YOUR FUCKING FOREST! I GO WHERE I WANT YOU CAN'T KEEP ME HERE YOU FUCKS!" Then he runs off into the night, following the way the road was heading. A stream of yellow soon follows as other men shout after their companion. The silent night is soon broken by a blood curdling scream.

The next day reveals that there was a sudden turn in road. The atmosphere grows even more grim.

rolled 100 = 100

Nothing to do for now, but press onwards

You know, Adel never said whether or not the nobleman had his way with her before she bashed his head in. Let's make sure there's no risk that she's pregnant. That would complicate things quite a bit. Normally it would be improper to ask but, in the circumstances, I think Rend would be relieved if Adel was either a virgin or hadn't been sexual active recently.

You go to bed, OP?

>>17651263

Not yet

>>17651276
Okay, well, we don't have much to do except stick close to the caravan, stay on the road no matter what, and watch out for more of those fuckers trying to ambush us from the sides or above.

>>17651476
Yeah, we'd be in serious trouble if that happened.

The day continues on without much talk. But something is bothering you, something Adel had told you back when you first met.

>"Adel, the Noble, he never actually had his way with you before you killed him, did he?"

"What? NO, no no NO! I killed the greasy bugger before he could even touch me."

>"Well thats good to know, you are a virgin then, yes?"

Her face reddens "W-H-what...What does that have to do with anything?!"

>"Answer the question, you remember what the barkeep said about the pregnant women. Are you. A virgin?"

The tone you took was hard, forcing it from her lips "....Yes....My maidenhead remains unclaimed."

She seems hurt, no matter. This is important regarding her safety. Thankfully you wont have any creatures straying onto the road to snatch her away. Small comforts at least.

A few more days pass, and you lose two more guardsmen to misshapes. The first one went to go make water in the night, and stumbled into the woods. The second stumbled on a rock in broad daylight and fell into the open maw, leave the caravan with 7 more guards counting Adel.

She has been holding up far better than the other guards, her and the Caravan leader are impassable as stone, while the guardsmen are slavering at the mouths in fear. Many of them just weep, others don't do anything at all, they just keep their eyes straight ahead, looking at nothing, responding to nothing. Even when around the fire, they don't do anything, just stare.

Adel is stirred awake one night by screams and your urging.

>"Adel! ADEL! WAKE UP!"

"Wah....What happened....?" Her eyes snap open as the roaring inferno burns away any sleep left in her. "What is this? Whats going on?!"

>"Some of the men decided to burn the forest rather than go through, the remainder tried to stop them....They were pulled into the forest, but not before THIS."

The screams of the dying creatures sounds throughout the forest with a stray cry for help from any men left alive.

Adel starts hacking from the smoke.

>>17651646
"Hold a rag over your mouth. Don't let the smoke choke you. Keep crouched low to the ground, it should be clearer there. Go help the man crying for help or run to safety - either way, MOVE. To stay still is to die."

>>17651646
"Get a rag or something to cover your mouth and nose, and stay low to the ground.
"Go towards the men calling for help, I will let you know of any dangers I can see."

We have to try to keep an eye out, make sure that none of those creatures decide that whatever pact they had followed till now is broken and decide to come onto the road.
Or that Adel wanders off the road. We must prevent that.

>>17651714
>>17651689

>"Hold a rag over your mouth. Don't let the smoke choke you. Keep crouched low to the ground. Go help the man crying for help or run to safety - either way, MOVE. To stay still is to die."

Coughing, she tears off a piece of fabric from the blanket she was using and covers her mouth. Staying as low to the ground as she can, she navigates towards one of the closer cries, only to find a man trapped under a fallen tree, his torso crushed and blood pouring out of his mouth as he gasps for air. She moves to help him, but a pair of angry yellow eyes watches from a tree above, wreathed in flame.

>"Hes done for! There is nothing you could do even if you get him out from under there!"

"I know...I know" She sobs, turning away from the man to the next cry. His legs are shattered, bone speared through his skin. He seemed to be one of the ones to suffer the drop from the trees, but was unfortunate to survive the fall. If he lives through this he will probably never walk again. He is also in the midst of the forest. He sees Adel and starts pleading to her "PLEASE, ADEL! DON'T LEAVE ME HERE!"

She moves to help, then shy's back when she remembers where he is. She looks to you for guidance.

"Rend, what should I do? There could be so many that come..."

>mfw this thread has been going on 20 hours

Sure, I slept for 4 and the updates have been kind of irregular.

"swallow." says rend. "dont be a quitter."

>>17651986
Have you been the same guy the entire thread with all the sexual stuff? Are you the dildo guy? Just wondering.

"Decide right now whether you want to just be an explorer or a hero. If you decide to be a hero, I will help you become one. If you decide not to be, I won't hold it against you. This is your deciding moment, though. Make it count and don't hesitate."

>>17651955
"It's a trap, Adel. I can help you fight through it, or we can try to help someone who might actually live through this.
"I will support you in either decision, but I can't make it for you."

GLORY

AND FAME

BLOOD, IS OUR NAME

SOOOOULLS FULL OF THUNDER, HEARTS OF STEEL

KILLERS, OF MEN, A WARRIORS FRIEND

SWORN, TO AVENGE OUR FALLEN BROTHERS

TO THE END

>>17652105
Seconding this.

>>17641919

>>17652056

>"Decide right now whether you want to just be an explorer or a hero. If you decide to be a hero, I will help you become one. If you decide not to be, I won't hold it against you. This is your deciding moment, though. Make it count and don't hesitate."

"But...Its a trap isn't it?"

>"Of course, but I will support you either way."

Biting her lip, it takes her only a moment to decide "I won't leave him to burn alive." She mutters, unsheathing you. With those words, she plunges into the raging inferno, yellow eyes watching as she goes.


Roll 1d100

rolled 62 = 62

>>17652056
seconding

>>17652105

oh its definitely a trap, and even if we drag him out we probably wont be able to take him with us, unless the wagon and horses are still around.

then again, you know what they say in the army, the best way to help a wounded comrade is to make sure every other motherfucker out there is dead first.

rolled 58 = 58

>>17652164

rolling

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rolled 19 = 19

"Focus on slaying the attackers. We won't be able to help him until we do. Once we do, though, I should be able to make short work of that trunk. Keep on your guard; you won't be able to help anyone if you're injured."

>>17652195
low

>>17652192
>"Focus on slaying the attackers. We won't be able to help him until we do. Once we do, though, I should be able to make short work of that trunk. Keep on your guard; you won't be able to help anyone if you're injured."

She simply nods as she charges in. Something feels wrong as soon as you get off the path, the air felt heavy and colors shifted.

>"BEHIND!"

At your command she spins around, slicing the leaping creatures head in half, taking the stance you had drilled into her over the long course of the journey. Two more creatures approach, and two more fall with a flash of your blade. Another drops from above, only to be severed in half.

Ah to be wielded in battle once more. The cries of the injured man distract her for a crucial second, and a clawed hand grabs her by he other arm and starts pulling her up. She starts struggling, then slashes out with you, severing the arm.

She falls to the ground in a crumpled heap, you think you hear a snap. Gritting her teeth to the pain, she struggles to get back on her feet, only to be greeted by five more creeping down the trunk of a tree. When you here a loud pop and cracking, as a flaming tree falls between you and your foes. Strangely enough, they scream blood chilling screams at the sight of it and flee. An idea.

>"Adel, the fire! They hate the fire!"

Snatching up a flaming branch in her hand, she hobbles over to the wounded man. Both his legs are broken, she is going to have to carry him or drag him. He is crying in agony.

Wasting no time, she sheathes you and slings him over her shoulders, keeping one hand on him to support him, holding the makeshift torch in the other hand. She begins making her way back to the road.

Roll 1d100 please

rolled 68 = 68

>>17652501
Legs go.

rolled 70 = 70

>>17652554

>legs go

oh you card

>>17652554
She sprints towards the road, and yellow eyes follow her. You watch as dark wraiths begin to crowd around your rear, seeming like they were mounting for an assault. Then you clear the woods.

Panting, Adel looks and see that one of the wagons still has a horse, but it is quite spooked from the fire. Tossing the man into the back, she climbs into the drivers seat and urges the horse on, which it happily obliges.

After nearly an hour of galloping, the horse is frothing at the mouth, and the trees are thinning out. A few more paces, and you break the forest. Only then does the horse slow to a stop.

Adel is gasping and shaking considerably and the man in the back seems to be in quite a bit of pain, but he is alive.

shoot, that was the only one? shoulda atleast looked around for more survivors before scramming.

rolled 59 = 59

>>17652739
give her a bit of comfort she was a hero today

>>17652768
A little late friend, we managed to leave the forest.

"We should be safe now. Do you know any medicine? How to set bones? I would suggest examining the back of the wagon, to see what supplies we happened to run off with."

"You were a hero today. You saved a man's life when it would have been easier to leave him to his fate. I'm proud that you were the one to wield me."

>>17651971
Holy shit, mad props to you. One of the most dedicated quests I've seen. Its a bit slow, but it'll pick up with time.

>>17652798
>>17652827

Adel is incredibly pale, still gripping he reins of the horse.

>"Adel."

No response

>"ADEL!"

She falls out of the drivers seat onto the ground, and starts wreching whatever she had eaten that day. She didn't stop until her stomach was empty, and even then she did it twice more to make sure. Then she crawled over to the wheel of the wagon and propped her back up against it, and laughed. It wasn't a crazed laugh of someone gone mad, it wasn't a laugh filled with despair when one realizes its end. No, it was a joyful and genuine laugh.

"Ha..hahahahehehehaha...." Tears are brewing in her eyes as she stares up at the sky, smiling. "I was so scared..... I thought I was going to die."

>"You did magnificently. You were a hero today. You saved a man's life when it would have been easier to leave him to his fate. I'm proud that you were the one to wield me."

She shakes her head "No, I'm not a hero. A hero would have tried to get that man from under the tree. A hero would have stayed behind to search every inch of the inferno for any more survivors. A hero....." She pauses brushing away a tear that fell "A hero would have prevented the whole thing from happening.....I just did what I could...."

>>17653000
"Just try to be a good person, and let history make you into a hero.
"Now, back to practicalities. We need to see if any other members of the caravan escaped, and what supplies are in this wagon. And if the person you saved, can actually be saved."

>>17653000
"That's a hero, Adel. The person who does the hard, right thing and then lives to talk about it. You would have died if you had bitten off more than you could chew - as it stands you were able to save both your life and the life of another who you weren't obligated to help. Had you gone back for the others, he would have died there in the wagon with nobody to shepherd him to safety. Heroism is a third courage, a third skill, and a third pragmatism. Now, see to him, lest he die back there in spite of your aid."

>>17653000

You may not have been able to stop the fire. But you rescued someone others would have deemed dead. You charged into the forest knowing the dangers ready to suffer the consequences.

It is always good to check one's self, but never doubt thy self.

>>17653119
>>17653079
>>17653072
These are all pretty good. Now I need to choose one. OH GOD.

>>17653079
This one I like more

>>17653141
Mix and match?

>>17653079
{Forgive me if you are upset parts of yours weren't used.}

>""That's a hero, Adel. The person who does the hard, right thing and then lives to talk about it. You would have died if you had bitten off more than you could chew - as it stands you were able to save both your life and the life of another who you weren't obligated to help. You may not have been able to stop the fire. But you rescued someone others would have deemed dead. You charged into the forest knowing the dangers ready to suffer the consequences. Heroism is a third courage, a third skill, and a third pragmatism. Now, see to him, lest he die back there in spite of your aid."

She smiles, and climbs to her feet, walking to the back. "How are you doing, Clem?" The man was grimacing, but there wasn't much blood thankfully. His left leg has one of the bone cut right through the skin, and his other leg is twisted out at an unnatural angle. Other than a few other bruises, he seems fine. He grasps her hands "Thank you, thank you so much you wonderful woman." Blushing, she went to work making some leg splints and resetting his legs.

After much pain and screaming later, He is seated comfortably in the back of the wagon, with a blanket over him. Ironically, this is the very same guard who treated her rudely when she first joined the caravan.

"I wonder what kind of goods we saved." She says climbing into the wagon herself to look at the trade goods. "Hmmm, some pepper, hides and grain." She flicks at the hides and sniffs them "These are good quality, should fetch a nice price, I'm not sure about the grain and pepper though."

She looks at the aghast Clem, in awe at her immediate appraisal of the goods "I didn't see anyone else leave that place, so its as good as ours." She defends herself. Clem just laughs. "Hah, I was just wondering where a girl learned to grade hides like that." Shes about to say something else in her defense then stops "My father took me out hunting sometimes, and showed me how to skin and tan the leather." Clem nods in approval.

"But enough wasting time, do you know where the closest town is?" She queries. "There should be a village in between here and Citadel." He replies.

"Right. Time to continue on." Adel gets the horse into a trot, and they are well on their way.

Stopping here for the day. Fuck, this has almost been 24 hours.

Just going to put it out there, but I think we have some silver between the two of them. Clem needs serious medical attention from a real healer at the village, then seriouser medical attention from a realer healer once we reach the city. I can't imagine that Adel did more than the most basic of splints, considering the resources and presumed medical knowledge she had at her disposal. Let's make sure that Adel understands this.

>>17653368
Thanks for the fun thread bro.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/17641919/

Bamp

Huh. When will this continue?

I wonder if OP will come back again today.

>>17656997
>>17656287
>Thread still here

This new bump limit is strange

>>17657342
Will we be continuing now, then? And do drop a link in here to a new thread if you make it.

>>17657646
Yeah, I can continue. What is the new bump limit though? 300?350?

>>17657675
300.

>>17658002
We're at 276. A new thread may be in order.

I'll definitely be keeping an eye for the next part. Thanks for the great thread, OP.

ATOP OF A HILL OF SWORDS

INTOXICATED BY VICTORY

THUS THIS LIFE HAS NO MEANING

MY WHOLE LIFE WAS UNLIMITED BLADE WORKS

New thread for those that are still here

>>17659488