>>26604167
You shake your head. This is ridiculous. You couldn't be dying. Not now. Not to some random screaming wench! Your foot comes down and impacts the darkness with a soundless thud.

"That's horsecrap! I can't be dying! It's not right! I beat her! She's dead!" You rage against the impassive darkness, hollaring and screaming, spittle flying from your mouth. But the impassive darkness absorbs the sound of your screams and soon, you tire of the effort. It was not doing anything anyways.

"This isn't anything like how people said death was. No light, no gates, no life flashing before my eyes, no-" You stop as you are suddenly blinded, the world flashing and changing around you. A chaotic cacophony of noise and light erupt around you, shifting and changing as you gaze upon the display. After a bit, it slows but does not stop and you recognize some of the images. The tree where you sprained your arm. The ship upon which you sailed to England once upon a time. The Thresher's fort, back before they had gained the fortress they own now. But one scene in particular was showing up, more and more, as if demanding his focus.

What scene was it again....?
>A Tragic End At the Beginning
>A Chance Meeting In the Middle
>An Unusual Discovery Near the End

>Your move players. Pick one of the above options. Each pertains to a significant part in Dirk's past. CHOOSE CAREFULLY.

Also, little mini bio posting time!
>Name: Dirk
>Occupation: Mercenary for the Thresher >company

A man more akin to a brick wall in size, presence, mental attitude and build. Fully grown, this man has clearly seen combat from the various criss-crossing scars on his body. Infamous within his company for being quick to complain but slow to truly anger. Additionally well known for his unusual ability to make his blows strike with an unusual ferocity while in combat.

>Soul Specialties
SOUL FORCE: Adds +3 to combat rolls

>>26604285
>A Chance Meeting In the Middle

>>26604285
A Chance Meeting In the Middle for 500.

>>26604332
>>26604336
Any other takers? This is a rather significant choice after all, dead Dirk controlling anons.

>>26604285
Going with
>A chance meeting in the middle

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>>26604571
Should be fine. I'm just glad we had an early agreement.

>>26604571
Fizzzzz.

>>26604285

A chance meeting in the middle sounds interesting.

We had yet to settle on a path in life, and then something happened which changed that....

Well that's enough for me.

>A Chance Meeting In the Middle is chosen. Writing~

>>26604571
Are you referencing NSA Quest here?

>>26604753
What quest? I honestly have no idea what you are talking about.

>>26604753

I think it's just because this is going to be something that some anons may moan about later after finding out that one of the other options would have led to a development that they wanted...

That, and several quests have had the anons ignore the chances and options for deeper character development/creation...

>>26604793
Oh. Sorry, it's just, NSA Quest had a bit where the QM (humorously) kept asking his playerbase if they were super sure about what was a meaningless choice.

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>>26604812
Oh, that. Its a quest master thing.

>>26604797
There is a non-zero chance you'll get the other two options....given....circumstances. Hehehehe...

>>26604859

Huh.

EXCELLENT!!!! I prefer my MurderHobo's One Dimensional and Bland!

The scene flashes before you eyes as you are consumed by the vision. It's a moment in your past....the moment you first met the Old Man, all those years ago.

It had been several years since your parent's death. After they had died, you had lived in the streets, an urchin and a beggar. You fed off scraps and begged for a few meagar coins. When you got faster, you stole what you could. The beatings from the times you failed made you tougher, able to take pain. Eventually, your mental toughness made you appealing to one of the street gangs of the city as a sort of enforcer. It was a tempting offer they extended, a safe place to sleep, proper food to eat every day, all for a bit of fighting and blood. It was an offer you took up readily. Now, as a teen able to eat a proper meal three times a day, your form grew up and out into roughly the size you held before your death. In exchange, you fought for the gang, whose name escapes you even now. With your size and mental durability, you were able to take down grown men twice your age and several times, twice your size! But despite how filling it was towards your stomach, in the end, you felt this was unfufilling. The gang considered you an expendable assest. You knew this, they said it frequently. Combined with your unusual size for your age, it alienated the others and you spent most of your young life alone.

But it changed one day, long ago, with a chance meeting with your future.

That day that began your life, in truth, was just another day to you. You had been loosed to help aid in the end of a gang that sought the territory of the gang you were part of. You had brawled their answer to you, a young man with thick strong arms.
>(CONT.)

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>>26604989
But while that other boy had plenty of experience with dealing punches, he had little when it came to taking them. A well aimed punch had him bawling his eyes out, blood running out his nose. Another knocked him and his teeth out. After that, the rest of the opposing gang fled and your 'leader' ordered all to pursue them. You chased one, a small burnt one, through the alleys of the large city you all called home. He was fast but you were relentless and you were fast in coming up on him. In a daring move, he dodged your grasp and ran into the main roads, a dangerous move that might attract the adult's loathing attentions. With a moment of hesitation, you pursued, darting in an out of the crowd after his quickly fading back.

And then....it happened.

Your face met the unmoving stone of the paved road. "Watch where yer goin', brat," a rough man's voice echoed through your pain. You hadn't bumped into him, you were sure of it....he must have tripped you!

And then....dammit what happened next?

>Your move players. You are/were angry about this situation and that the 'enemy' escaped. This guy CLEARLY tripped you. You're bleeding from your cut forehead. What do/did you do? Pursue? Curse the old man? Swing for the fences?

>>26605000
"What was that for, granpa?! I almost had 'em."

>>26605030

This. also, size up to him. At this point in time, we may have had strength and toughness, but we wouldn't have had our cool demur. That would be the greatest lesson he would have taught us...

>>26605000
Curse the old man. Form our hands into fists and be ready to swing if he pisses us off.

"You watch where you're going geezer. What the hell is wrong with you?"

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>>26605030
Don't you know who you're messin' with, old man?

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"What were that fer, grandpa!?" your twanging voice barked out of your mouth as you glared at the old man. "I almost had him!" As you get up, the old man shoves a finger into his ear, twists it around and flicks whatever he picked out at your face. Your young rage was overflowing as you stood up, all the way up. Your size had long been a preferred way to end confrontations before they even started, cowing them into submission. You barely got to his chest, which as a part of your mind had noticed, was nearly bursting from the leather armor he was wearing under his garishly colorful overcoat. But you didn't care. Your dander was up, you were fresh off a fight, adrenaline pumping and this....motherfucking donkey-sucking thrice-cursed one-eyed GODDAMMIT SON OF A BITCH GOT IN YOUR FUCKING WAY.

You push against his chest hard, "What the hell is wrong with you, old man?! Don't you know who you're messing with, bastard?" The coot fucking BEAMS at this, leaning in and smiling like a goddamn loon. "Why no," he says with false wonder, "I am completely unaware of whoever this brat speaking to me is. I wonder if he'll tell me." Th-this....this...your fists clench tight, your nails starting to draw blood. You looked at his doofy smiling face, a face that you knew now was one of amusment at a whippersnapper trying to act tough to HIM, and saw red.

You then......

>Your move, players. How did you deal with this bastard? It shouldn't be too complex as you are/were really pissed.

>>26605423
Throw a punch

>>26605423
Falcon punch

>>26605423
"I'm Dirk and don't you fucking forget it!"

Feint a punch towards his face, then kick him in the shin.

>>26605423

When dealing with large targets, their face is usually a weak point, so knock his legs from under him, then proceed to unleash the fury upon it.

>>26605423
Yell obscenities at him! And tell him he shouldn't mess with you, or else.

You are not sure if you hated anyone else in the world as much as you hated this fucking old man in this particular moment. You are unsure if anyone hated anything as much as you did this old fucking man at this moment. You had no idea how you, much less anyone, could more fucking goddamn pissed than you were now. And then he spoke up again. "Oh look, the little tike's angry. Oh nooooo~ He might just hit me with his tiny little fists. I'm so afraid~" The grown man begins to twist and curve his body, taunting you with his actions and his subsequent laughter. You've had enough of this old man!

With a wordless cry of obsenity, you fake a punch to his head that he effortlessly dodges. You grin as he falls for your fient as you duck low and kick with both legs, your hand slapping the ground to support you. You enjoy his cry as your feet crack into his shin, making him fall forward....into you....with his elbow comingrightforyourFACE!

The crack of your bone. The tang of iron. The sharp blade of PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN. You roll when you can, eyes watering from the pain of your broken face. "Yoo..." you murmur out incoherently, "yoo brod muh nuss!" The old man rubs his kicked shin as he gets up and up and up. Perhaps its the clarity given to you by the pain, but its at this moment you really realize how really fucking big this guy was. And how fucked you were, given how stormy his expression got. "That.....was a hell of a kick, sprat," he says, his voice low and rumbling like the echoes of thunder against the mountain. He rubs his beard, eyes darting left and right as he murmurs, thinking.....pondering.... While he was distracted, you tried to escape but you had difficulties in moving. Clearly when the old man slammed you with his elbow, he knocked your brain silly.

>(CONT.)

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>>26605803
Your ears make you turn as you hear his fists pound together with an audible THUMP! "I've decided, kid! I like your guts!" And with that, the large old man grabs you and hoists you up onto his shoulder, carrying you like a barrel of his northern meads.

>Your move, players. For your actions, I combined them and you got elbow dropped in return. And now you've been abducted.

>>26605842

As much as we would want to fight him, he has proven that we are no match... The Gang won't give a single shit about us... after all, we are expendable. For now, just vent at the old man and attempt first aid on our broken nose...

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>>26605842
da faq
HEAD LOCK!
HEAD LOCK!!!!!

>>26605842
Flail some and try to hit him from our position, smack him on the back with our fists, try to kick him in the face with one of our legs. I doubt it'll accomplish much, but it seems like what we'd do.

Obviously whatever we say is going to be a bit incoherent due to our broken nose.

"What the fuck are you on about geezer? Where are you taking me? What's wrong with you? Who the fuck are you?"

>>26605842
Struggle as hard as we can while continuing with obscenities.

>>26605914
He's a big ass motherfucker who just had his legs taken out from under him and had his 'attacker' beneath him. The elbow is a tough part of the body. And the old man invented the elbow drop years ago.

True story.

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>>26605842
We may be brash, but we know when we're beat. Don't make a fuss, until the time is right.

>>26605951
But does he have it patented?

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Two for flail.
Two for nothing.
One for head lock.

Keep on anons! Make your decide! Or I'll do something truly vile! I'll make the old man SING!

>>26605985
Anyone who says otherwise gets elbow dropped until they agree. Does that count?

>>26606021
Yes. Yes it does

>>26606021
I'm one of the flailers, I say we flail for a bit and when we realize that flailing does absolutely nothing we stop struggling and just vent and insult him.

>>26606021
I wanna hear these lyrics.

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>>26606036
Then he has it patented. Old man is a badass. Based Odin 4 life.

>>26606063
.....n-no you don't?

>>26606063
This. I'm curious too

>>26606063
I think there's a reason him singing is a threat, let's avoid that.

>>26606105
How about STRUGGLE to headlock him?

>>26606105

>Whooooooo lives in a rusty shack near the arm-a-oh-ry

but seriously, vent for a while then sulk...

>>26606201
We are going to sulk so fucking hard. We are not a good loser at this point in our life.

>>26606021
Just do nothing. I read the previous threads by the way. Are we going to get that banshee's delicious soul?

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>>26606240
How you can do anything when dead anon?

>Writing~

>>26606240
Assuming we're not dead dead, maybe. But I don't think we'll do anything with it, maybe put it in a bag and toss it to the Old Man because he probably knows what to do with evil souls. We don't seem to have an interest in them.

>>26606290
I hope we're not dead for real. Unless we become a spooky ghost. Then we can haunt that old man. Forever.

This was just....fucking stupid! You begin to spaz out, flailing your arms and legs, twisting your torso, trying to escape his grip. Alas, but his grip is akin to iron! You try to kick him in the face but he just laughs as you stub your toe against his decorative head-bucket. You cuss loud enough to make the women passing you two on the street faint from the impropriety of it all! The faiting peacock women make you both laugh a bit before you realize you were laughing with him and look away, still pissy. "What the fuck are you on about geezer? Where are you taking me? What's wrong with you? Who the fuck are you?" you begin to demand, if only to distract him from your mutual moment of 'bonding' or some shit like that.

His unoccupied hand begins to rub his chin, hurming like he was some old wise fart instead of a crazy old fart. "Welllll.....I'm on stone roads at the moment, taking you to a surgeon and then to the tavern I'm staying at, several old injuries and wouldn't you like to know? Any other questions?" You fume at his non-answers before you just go limp. Fuck this shit. You weren't going to give the old man any satisfaction. A steely glint passed through the old man's eyes before his mouth twisted into a dreadful grin. And then he opened his mouth....and began to SING

"I sing of the tales of The Wanderer
The rider of Yggdrasill
He gave up an eye into Mimir’s Well
Where deeply, he drank his fill!"

OH GODS ABOVE AND BELOW IT WAS LIKE NEEDLES GOING INTO YOUR BRAIN MAKE IT STOP! You cover your ears as he grins and keeps singing. That bastard, singing so badly just to get a rise out of you! You go EXTRA limp and sulk just to be contrary. The fucker.
>(CONT.)

>>26606428


After the surgeon snaps your nose in place (which fucking hurt like a devil) and stops the bleeding, the old man hoists you up over his shoulder AGAIN and follows through with his promise to take you to the tavern. It was one you had scoped out back when you were an urchin stealing bread for a week's meal. The place was called The Tavern Tavern, proud for its long tradition of being the worst named tavern ever and being a tavern commonly used by travelers. He barged in, getting the attention of every single degenerate scumbag who was in at this time in the night. With no concern for either your or his safety, he took a place at a table and plopped you down in a chair. You tried to bolt as soon as you were free, but a tug of your shirt made it clear he wasn't done with you yet. So you quietly brood as he orderd two ales. "Watered down, as is southlander custom for coin, but good enough to get pissin' drunk offa, don't you think?" You say nothing, look at the table, stoic....okay, more like sulky. He groans. "Not moora this lad! You were betta when you were spazzin about!" he jeers, poking you in the face with his gnarled fingers. "Well come on, dontcha 've anything to say? No questions or anythin'?"

You did in fact have somethin to say. In fact you said.

>Your move, players. Okay serious question time. Seems he is/was in the mood for talking. What do you have to say now that its established he wants you for something and won't let you go?

>>26606442
tell him he has pisspoor taste in ale for starters

>>26606442
Ask what his name is, what he does/did for a living, and finally what he wants with us as well as why he stopped us.

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>>26606442
What'd you bring me here for, old man? Here to get me drunk so you can get some booty, you pervy queer?

I dunno about that last part... bad insult making skills

>>26606442
"Why are you being nice to me? I haven't done anything for you and nobody does anything nice without getting something in return. Hell, I even hit you and here you are buying me a drink after having my face fixed up. You're bigger and stronger than me, why didn't you just beat the hell out of me and leave me there?

Who are you? What do you want from me? Can I get some stew to go along with this ale?"

>>26606585

sounds like a good place as any to begin with, if only as an ice breaker...
- Why'd you trip me?
- What was the point in bringing me here?
- Where'd you learn to fight like that?
- Whys an old man like you interested in a guy like me?
- What've you got planned?
- Why should I trust you?
- How'd you know I don't have a blade on me?

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Hmmm...well, I'm gonna try to take a bit from everyone in this little spat of questioning. Hope that will slake everyone. Keep talking though. I won't stop you.

>Writing~

>>26606775

also ask him the meaning of life....

>>26606824
42

>>26606824
better yet ask the meaning of the afterlife or unlife
since it would be quite relevant to our current situation

>>26606775
Ask why he only has one eye.

>>26606852
dis fukken guy

You drink down the ale and spit it out. "This tastes like sewer water and piss!" you annouce with a surity that never should have been, ekeing another raucous bout of laughter from the old man. "Get me some stew or something to get the taste of this pisswater out of my mouth or something. Dammit, you've got piss poor tastes old man." He raises an eyebrow just after he calls for some stew for the both of you. "Its hardly to my tastes, sprout, but I figured a BIG strong strapping young lad like you would appreciate it and I-"

You interrupt him, face impassive (or at least you thought so) as you blithely chip out, "What'd you bring me here for, old man? Here to get me drunk so you can get some boy ass, crooked old man?" He spits his drink out before slamming his mug against the table, cracking both. "I aint onna them old collared men of the nailed god, you fucking brat!" he yells before giving you a heavy but harmless rap against the head. "Now siddown shut up and eat your fucking stew before it gets cold."

You decide not to piss him off further and eat the stew. As the first hot food you've had in weeks, you eat it quickly, despite the distinct lack of people trying to take your food from you. One guy looked like he might but the presence of that old boy-fucker man made him change his mind. You slurp and munch it down so fast, you felt like you practically inhaled it. The old man looks smug as he turns his empty bowl up at you. That sleezy.....does he have to beat you in everything!? You simmer in your rage a bit before deflating. You decide, now that the meal was out of the way, to cut to the heart of the matter. "Why are you being nice to me? I haven't done anything for you and nobody does anything nice without getting something in return. Hell, I even hit you and here you are buying me a drink after having my face fixed up. You're bigger and stronger than me, why didn't you just beat the hell out of me and leave me there? Who are you? What do you want from me?"

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>>26607175

As you speak, the old porker leans forward, face grim as it becomes covered in shadow. "Deciding not to play around anymore, huh?" he asks in a serious voice unlike anything you've heard from him. "Very well, I can repect that. I'm Amund of the Ridge. I'm a mercenary for the Threshers Mercenary Company. And judging from what I've seen from you, I want you to join our company." You gawk at him like he grew a third eye. "You crazy old man?" You stammer out as he ignores your statement. He continues, "You'll have to be trained, of course, but you've the body and mind for it. And with what I've felt, you've the soul for it too, lad." Your face grows stony. Of course, someone wants you because you're big and strong so you can go hit people and do good for everyone else except you. "No, that's not what I mean at all, lad." Wait, you only thought that! "No, you're actually saying it aloud, now pipe down!" You groan as you slam your head against the table, trying to ignore the old fart of a man rambling on and on about brotherhood and comradie and all that shit you're so fucking tired of hearing but never seeing. Seriously, you get it from your boss' sleezy underling every day as he sneers at you for having 'all muscles and no brains, unlike me'. You're goddamn pissed. This...this fucker....you...ugh!

The old man throws his mug, mercifully at your shoulder! "Pay attention when your eldars are talking to you, dammit!" He sighs. "Well fine, I guess we'll just have to continue tomorrow. 'Keep, room with two beds!" he barks at the tavern's owner who scuttles off to prepare a room. Without another word, he picks you and the chair you're sulking on up and drags both to the room. With nary a word or concern, he tosses you into one bed and takes up the other. Within minutes, the bastard is snoring like a log.

Night's fallen and you've got to get back. But did you or did you stick it out with the old man?

(CONT.)

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>>26607217
>Your move players. It's more or less a binary choice, sneak out or don't, but both are valid and can be modified.

>>26607249
I say we started to leave, but when we think back to what we are going back too, compared to what the old man is offering, we realize how its got to be better than dieing in a back ally with nobody giving a shit

>>26607249
Fuck it we arent getting away from this boy-fucker no matter what we do, might as well be a annoying little shit in the morning.

>>26607249
If we run he'll probably chase us down. While he might want us because we're big and strong he seems to be a fair bit better than the gang we're in. He's loud and annoying, but he's been at least somewhat honest with us.

Hell, the pay as a merc is probably better than what we get as a gang member, more than just room and board, we might actually get cash, and be able to travel outside of this city.

Stay, give him a chance to show the brotherhood and camaraderie, he fed us and gave us a place to sleep, that's worth a chance.

>>26607217
Stick it out. Free inn stay, with a nice cozy bed, is hard to come by. Might as well leech off the old man for a bit since he's treating.

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>>26607369
>>26607375
>>26607385
>>26607391
Any complaaaaaaaaints? If this choice is taken, you just might suffer a DIRE fate in the future.

Debate this while I travel. Be back in 30-45 minutes~!

>>26607504
I will fuck you with a rake

>>26607504
I'm stickin' to my guns, Sheo. So you and your smilin bitch can suck it.

I don't see anything wrong with our choice. Seemed like natural progression.

>>26607504

Stay with the old man. Screw Fate, screw dire consequences. What is life, if not a journey of mistakes and lessons?

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>>26607579
Also, obligatory.

>Captcha: reasons ntingsyn

>>26607504
No matter what choice we take we might suffer a dire fate.

Amund offered us something better than what we had, has been kind to us when so few others have, fed us, and he's stronger than us, he could teach us more about fighting. And he actually seems to care about us and treat us like a person, he's annoying but he's honest. Also, the Thresher Mercenary Company sounds a lot higher on the totem pole than whatever two bit street gang we're part of.

Staying with him seems like the more reasonable option than returning to the shitty fucking gang of people who barely tolerate us, insult us, and consider us expendable muscle.

In short, stick with the old man, take the chance, we'll punch fate in the face if it gets in the way.

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>>26607693
Pretty much this. Thanks for the link, uncle.

Also fuck you Trollkastel!

Back and now with taco power!

>>26607541
Jeez guy. Calm down.


>>26608100
Uh, link? What link. Also jeez so rude.

>Writing~

>>26608342
I'm guessing the link on your twitter. And I just got some shitty dollar tacos at a Jack-in-a-Box, how bout that!

>>26608342
Don't play coy with me, we both know who we are mister sir.

>>26608466
Are you sure about that?

You lean up from the bed as your mind whirls with thought. This old man is a complete bastard, complete and utter. You slowly try to extract yourself from the bedding as not to make noise. You’ve had enough playing around, you had to get back and report that one member of the gang got away. It was time to receive your punishment. Although….

Your hand hesitates. If you went back now, your mind suddenly screamed at you, all that would await is more rationing of your food, especially if they heard you ate at a tavern with real food, more beatings and further shunning from the gang. You’d live at the bottom helping others get to the top .Whereas what the old man offered….the brotherhood and comraderie may have held the same kind of water that was in the streets, but he did mention a company. It’d be better paying, being a merc company big enough to have a name with definite big letters in it, so it had to be way higher than how high the gang could ever get. Also, your mind stated, this boy fucker would keep chasing us down and abducting us and after a day of it, you could not take it any more.

With a sigh, you drop your hand from the knob and slink quietly back under the cover. You figure you’ll take advantage of the old man as long as you can, scope the situation at this ‘Thresher Mercenary Company’ out and if its foul, you can always come back. Besides, this bed WAS rather comfortable. Warm for the first time in many years, you wrap yourself in the blanket and drift off to sleep.

>(CONT.)

>>26608496

It would be years later when the Old Man would tell you that he had been awake the whole time, fully anticipating you to run back to the gang. He said he was pleasantly surprised when you didn’t and he wouldn’t have to waste a night in going to fetch you again. He laughed as you shook your head in exasperation of his ridiculousness.

You awoke the next day to the old man crooning at the rising sun. You had to muffle your laughter as an old boot hit him square in the face, some bystander furious with the loud old man. After reclaiming his dignity, he dragged you down the dining hall and got you a beakfast. A real breakfast! Breads with jams! Hams and milk! It was so fucking DECADENT for you back then.

As you gorged yourself, he got your attention via finger poke to your forehead. “I’ll be heading back to Eva after this, kid,” he stated plainly, “D’you got anything else you need to deal with here?”

>Your move, player. After this, flashback you will be going with the Old Man, so do you have anything to do here in this city?

>>26608513
No. Best to let the old gang think we died or something. This city's been nothing but shit to us. We will leave it in silence.

>>26608513
"I don't have any family left, no friends here, there's the gang I run with but they're all utter bastards and I hate them. Nobody to say goodbye to."

If we have any mementos from our parents that we've managed to squirrel away we should tell Amund that, and that we need to grab them before we go.

>>26608513
>>26608546
This. We didn't particularly make any friends we considered worth keeping. And we don't have to hear our former boss ragging on us.

You don’t even entertain the idea of going back, listening to all of them bitch and moan about how their suddenly important muscle is leaving. And if you had to listen to that nasally fucking asshole of a boss you had, you swear you’d…! You briefly entertain your violent fantasies before telling the Old Man, "I don't have any family left, no friends here, there's the gang I run with but they're all utter bastards and I hate them. Nobody to say goodbye to, no mementoes to go fetch, nothing…..s‘probably best just to get going." He nods understandingly. You wonder how many times he’s seen this before.

After that awkward end to breakfast, he quickly drags you to the market to pick up the vital essentials for the trip. You are fairly sure you were not spotted back then, as the market was someone else’s district but you didn’t take any unnecessary chances, drifting and ducking through the crowd. This dodgy behavior seemed to entertain the old man to no end as he kept an amused smile throughout the trip. It was midday by the time you had made it to the stables where the old man kept his large grey horse. “Well, its time to go then. It’ll be about a week to get back to Eva and that’s if we get lucky, so count up your prayers that we are kid! They might be worth something to the bandits we’re sure to come across on the trip! Gurahahahahaha!” Amund finishes with a belly laugh as he tosses you up onto the horse, mounts and begins the galloping trip, the first trip outside the city since your parent died….and the trip to a new future.

>OPTION: Skip the inevitable bandit ambush which you will not be fighting in to any real degree to proceed straight to Eva or don't skip? You decide player!

>>26608823
Don't skip. We can see how the old man fights in real combat, and that will influence our character.

>>26608823
Don't skip, see how the old man fights, because we probably emulate him in a lot of ways. See him as a major father figure, look up to him.

We still might think that his singing is terrible and he's far too loud all the time, but we love him anyways.

>>26608823
Don't skip it, but don't go into too much detail about it since we won't really be doing much.

>>26608823
Don't skip.

I'm curious.

>>26608823

Watch it once, skip on the next play-through...

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>>26608823
All aboard the 'Don't skip" train!

>>26609173
Also, seconding this.

It’s the fifth day of your trip and you’re traveling through hilly country. Amund has been up since dawn, recounting all the stories he’s been able to make up off the top of his head to you. You know they’re fake because old men like him couldn’t choke a dragon to death. He scoffs at the rebuttal. “Ahhh, but have you ever seen a dragon in that little dank city, kid?” You open your mouth to reply before he guffaws you silent. “Of course you haven’t, so only I can be the dragon expert here! Gurahahahahaha!” You shake your head in exasperation, causing you both to ride in relative silence. The silence extends awkward and painful until you finally break it with a question that had been bothering you for a while. “Hey, old man,” you call out, ignoring his complaint about his age, “What’s with the eye?”

He rides forward, stalling awkwardly. “Welllllllll…..uh….I…d-did it to myself! Yeah, I did it to myself! To, uh, show my dedication to Odin! The Great Father and lord god of the northlands!” He laughs as you can practically smell the shit he’s spewing. Your concise reply was a simple raise of your brow, which causes his laughter to intensify to near manic levels. Thankfully for both your sakes, an arrow interrupts by embedding itself in a tree nearby both of you.

“Get offa ya horses and turn ‘round or we’ll fill ya fulla arrows, cockshites!” orders the obvious leader of this bandit pack. He stands in the middle of the group of nine, his horned helm gleaming. To his sides, ratted men with chipped axes and swords stand with what they think is menace. Further out, in the tress, were three archers, bows nocked and arrows aimed at both of you. “You ‘bey and ye’ll live! Savvy?” Your eyes look at the eyes of the men standing in front of you. To your young eyes, they all gleamed with malevolence.

>(CONT.)

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>>26609393
The old man on the other hand, felt differently.

You could tell from his laughing right at the bandit leader.

“Gurahahahahahahahahahahaha! Haaaaaaaahahahahahahahaahahahaha! Heeha haoo ha huuhohoohahahahahahaaaaaaaaaa!” he laughs. The slowly angering bandit leaders steps forward towards Amund. “Are you quite done?” he asks only to receive a raised hand and continued hysteric laughter. The bandit leader begins to fume and pulls out his impressive hand-and-a-half sword. “Enough! Get off your horse or die!” he demands.

He gets a gauntleted fist to the face for his efforts.

The leader drops, his metal helm falling onto his chest as he was laid out with a single punch. “Kid, stay back. I’ll handle this. So just watch, right?” he orders while dismounting, voice like drawn steel and a face as stern as stone.

>But did you listen, players?

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>>26609489
Do we ever?

Also. Query: What was the town we started in and what was the town we just came from?

>>26609489
Do we ever listen to that sort of thing?

We aren't going to charge in ahead of him, we're not suicidal or stupid. We watch his back, make sure no one sneaks up on him or us, if any of them try to flank him we can help out with one of them.

>>26609489

Dirk would likely arm himself, but not charge into the fight... he would probably be attacked though, so he would attempt to defend himself...

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>>26609539
>Also. Query: What was the town we started in and what was the town we just came from?

YOU WILL KNOW UPON THE MOMENT THAT IT IS IMPORTANT TO KNOW!

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>>26609603
You are one tricky Daedric Prince.

You, being a wise and honored combatant, decided not to listen at all. You drew some kind of dagger-sword thing from the saddlebags and hop off the horse and yell out, “I’ll watch our flank!” His response is to groan loudly but just shrug it off, accepting the fact you wouldn’t listen and stay on the horse. It did make sense, he’d say later, less of a target and all. Concern with his protégé sated, he turned towards the panicked bandits, eyes promising much glorious battle. They shake as he slowly approaches, his actions prior and his oozing menace bringing them terror. He was practically breathing down their throats when one screamed, for battle or for terror you never knew, and lunged at Amund with his chipped axe.

You know you’ve forgotten a lot of things in your life. You’re thankful that you have the capacity to. But no matter how long you live, no matter how much you forget, you’ll never forget the moment Amund’s haymaker smashed through the brittle rusted axe.

The rest of the battle is a blur of action after that. The bandits attack wildly, like animals cornered by a greater predator. Swords swung with neither form or focus. Arrows zipped through the air, caring not if they hit their foe, only that they kept him away. Rocks, daggers, coin, so many things flung in his path to deter him.

Nothing succeeded.
>(CONT.)

>>26610168
The second bandit was picked up by the throat and thrown into the third, an archer in the tree. The archer died when his back snapped from the impact on the branch below. The second died from the impact against the ground.

The third died as his arm was twisted, his sword drinking deep from his own blood and guts. His face was one of shock as he looked at his sword, begging it for an answer as to why it was inside of him.

The fourth, another archer, was killed by a rock being thrown against his temple, knocking him unconscious and letting the forest floor claim his body.

The firth fought back against Amund, his sword a brilliant line of light as he swung it fast, faster than you’ve ever seen before that point! It gleamed and glistened as it danced in the light. He slaps the man’s hands and kicks the sword away. Looming over the lad, he bends over and whispers into his ear a single word. “Boo.”

He died as he ran full speed into a low branch, snapping his neck.

While you were distracted with this display, the last bandit had vanished from sight. Wanting to be a diligent future employee, you twist you head and seek him out. Its only when you turn around you see him looming over you! His arm curls around your neck as he pulls out a dagger of his own and held it to your throat. “G-g-get lost!” he begged, “O-o-or the kid gets it!”

>Did you do something at this point, caught as you are?

>>26610186
we stabbed him in his armpit cutting his axillary vein, he bled out quickly

>>26610274
also it was the armpit holding the dagger so he'd drop that too

>>26610186
Uuuuh... Crotch kick? Foot stop? Arm bite?

>>26610186
Headbutt the fucker and then twist his arm around.

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>>26610274
pic related

>>26610186
Grab the wrist of the hand that is holding the dagger and break it, stomp on one of his feet, and headbutt him as hard as we can.

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As he held you, you took the only action left to you. You wriggled the arm holding your dagger free and pierced it up into his armpit on the arm holding the dagger. In pain, the bandit ended up dropping you. "You cussed shit!" he cried just before his head left his shoulders forever, snapped off by the fist of Amund.

The old man sighed as you shivered, your life so close to its end leaving your shaking. "Easy there kid, I'm here," he says as he picks you up and sets your immobile body on his lap. "I'll always be here, right? So don't do stupid shit so I have to save you all the time!" You remember looking up into his eyes, worried and caring and realized that you had, in fact, made the right choice.

The vision in front of you swims. You blink several times as the darkness melts away. You look up to see a figure standing over you.

"Hmmm...it looks like you're not going to die after all. Good. Now, rest." he says as you do just that, going from painful darkness to dreamless oblivion.

>SOUL EATER PART 3 END!
>Someone please archive and please discuss on how I suck this time!

>>26610507
i felt like there was a bit less tension in this one, but it was a flashback. the first and second felt, i dunno, a little faster. constructive criticism, i dont know, but my two cents

>>26610507
When is next thread?

>>26610507
The only real complaint I have is that it can take a while for you to update which leads to not as much getting done in a session as I'd like.

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>>26610507
I can't wait to see old Death.

>>26610507

I quite enjoyed it, Though I must say that I am rather curious as to how you will handle character progression, along with possible skill trees... But that is just my work bleeding though...

All in all, A good session.

though one query, do you have a general plot tree, or do you make everything up on the spot? I only ask knowing that each require very different writing skills and offer differing benefits and downsides...

It was nice, but it just seemed a bit to short. Maybe next time go on for a while longer.

Looking forward to the continued adventures of not-Jojo.

>>26611276
Are you secretly AE?

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>>26610554
This is my complaint as well. I hope we wake up soon. But cool flashback.
I finally got to use my Joseph pics!

>>26611892
Whatever do you mean?
You just reminded me that i need to find more Jotaro pics, cuz present Dirk is way more serious

>>26610546
Thursday. I'll be out of town over the weekend.

>>26611276
I have notes but I've been making it up on the spot.

>>26611892
And this leads to my biggest apologies. I'm so so sorry about the last post's quality everyone as it was a shit bail! post. You see, when I get home, I've got a roommate who works an early morning shift and is usually goes to sleep somewhat early. As he pays half the bills, I find its a fair compromise not to be click-clacking at a keyboard when he's trying to sleep.

But I'm still super sorry! I'll type my things out quicker and be more prepared next time!

>>26611999
Who?