>>37124164
Heavens above that hawaiian is a dakine to read.

>>37122338
As you three drag the captured Oni up to the old wine seller, you cannot help but think back to how your companions just saw your exposed dick back there. Nah, they didn't see anythi- oh, who are we kidding, they saw everything. Yuki's probably going to flay you once this business is taken care of.

You take in the sight of the cleaver, and the boiling pot. It makes you take a protective step in front of the captured demons. "Uh, what exactly are you planning to do with these demons, sir...?"

"I already told you, dumb-ass foreigner, I'm going to chop them up and boil them into a stew," the old man replies, licking his lips as he inspects the busty demon women.

The Oni look up at you with pleading expressions that resemble starved puppies. You glance over to your companions, who each look a little disturbed at the old man's statement. Hmmm, what to do, what to do?

>>37123453
The treant lady continues to mutter a chant that you can't make sense of, and suddenly, her hand melds with the door's wood! She hooks her arm into the woodgrains, and the dead, polished wood starts rippling in an oval shape. A few seconds later, she pulls away from the door, a wooden shield on her arm, and a big hole in the door. The two of you lean in to see through the big hole. At the end of the hallway is a little plant girl being carried away by a masked mover guy, and being ushered urgently by that receptionist from before.

You draw your revolver, but are shoved to the side by the treant. "ONA!!!" she shouts as she charges through the hole. You get back into firing position, only to see that your enemies and the little girl have left the hallway already. That tree lady's also at the the end of the hallway now. You duck through the the door, and chase after her.

The two of you enter the waiting room, only to see the elevator filled with three dryads, that moving guy, and the receptionist, who does a cute wave at the two of you and winks while the elevator doors start to close.

>>37016717

You do not dream over the millennia. You are not unconscious over the millennia. That which makes You seeps in eddies through a place that isn't real, anchored by an infinitesimal thread to the remains of yourself as they lie spattered through seams of basalt. The corrupting influence from the wound that was wrought upon you in the final moments by The Silent Voice twists and corrodes and even the reality separation of that which is You from this is not enough to prevent it creeping over and spilling through, poisonous streaks whorling through you, muddying, mingling, infusing. That which is You spreads far and fast through the tiny infinity, humming the melodies frenziedly as it strains to remain itself but distance means nothing here and the further it gets the more it spangles fragments through the whole and in time the burning chill ensnares it all, crystallising into the You that you now are.

Then something cataclysmic flares nearby in the reality in which your remains reside, boiling the earth. You are not aware of these proceedings but they occur all the same and the rock in which you are entombed boils. Your fragments drift to the bottom of the pool of lava, sparking as they coagulate, reforming what once was.

As more pieces become one the thread that binds that which is You to them widens. The resonation between hastens, multiplying in intensity, drawing together. The gentle currents twist and roil as the harmonic vibrations blare through, primitive thoughts begin to emerge from as they are shaken out, set adrift.

>(Cont.)

>>37124584

The thread is a rope now, thrumming as information streams from the reformed chunks in reality as they pull together. That which is You is a maelstrom, harsh noise shaking it as dislocated thoughts whirl and collide in a confusion of the semi-functional senses that are awakening in your body. The rope is shortening rapidly now, white fire flaring through it. The unreal place in which that which is You reside is shrinking, clumping together thoughts as they struggle for space. By chance some click together into coherence and you dimly realise through the mess of nonsensical jabbering that your body and mind are returning.

And that you are in agonising pain. It sears through you, smashing your unkempt thoughts around as they coalesce into the instinctive desire to avoid harm. Then the rope plummets in length sending the two places it linked crashing together, energy shearing off and blasting out as they slowly occupy the same space, numbing your mind as the discordant vibrations screech around, shuddering through your thoughts.

And then it is done. You are firmly within reality once more, a searing mess covered in liquid fire that flails and struggles as you blindly thrash your way out of the pool you are in, fury driving you onwards. As you break the surface and drag yourself across the coarse rubble, hissing all around you as sheets of rock form on you that slip to the floor and shatter, your regeneration finally overcomes the heat and skin and sinew flick across your torso, binding and wrapping you. The all encompassing blackness recedes as your eyes reform in their sockets before returning as lids close over them, set aside once more as you open them and take in the sight before you.

>(Cont.)

>>37124594

Cracked and bubbling lies the earth before you, skies flooded with thick and acrid smog that coils across the heavens like the undulation of a chant, or the inscribing of a curve. With a roar your ears resume functionality and you hear yourself screaming. You stop. The murk shifts in your mind and you look down to your hands to survey them, one normal, one-

One covered. Covered in matte grey cuboids that jut out from the surface, adorning it's entirety. They clack as you clench the fist, a cold inferno searing through it and the arm to which it's attached. You turn your head and follow the grey cuboids across your forearm and up to your shoulder. You gingerly touch your face and suspect that when you find a reflective surface you will see your beautiful face split asunder by this malignance.

You stop screaming again and collect your thoughts, sifting through your memories. The calm manner in which you begin to do so troubles you, unbefitting of the archangel of passions that you are. You howl out in anguish and anger, discordant braying wracking the airs as you act in a manner more suited to your nature.

You recall your downfall, caused by The Silent Voice and his fetid minions that sought to silence the passions of life, the beauty of the heavens, the music of the soul. You'd held off even the greatest of his followers before he coursed through, flinging you aside without a glance as he made for your own god, <INSERT NAME HERE>.

Yes. Names. You seek out your own from the pool of ancient memories and gasp as you find it, no longer blazing in brilliant glory but set upon by a dull corrosion that eats away at the edges. It is a comprehensible, for high angels at least, manifestation of your soul and - to see it like this - you weep, rivulets streaking down your face. You cease. Taking solace that it is still legible.

It says Lorenth.

>>37124602
Btw Lorenth, you've still failed to address almost all of my questions, including what the name of your god is.

I'll make up what I believe appropriate if you don't tell me.

Rolled 74, 74 = 148 (2d100)

>>37124283
>Name: Elias
>Gender: Male
>Age: 23
>Race: Human
>Fluff: Elias was born and raised in the holy order of the Saint-Warriors of the Thirteenth Apostle, or Apocyphtes, the result of the entirety of Mormon Utah separating and walling itself off to form a magic-based, technology-ignoring militarized order based off largely Catholic practices. It's his first time out of the order's moving headquarters, and he is determined to prove his worth to both his superior knights and the woman he left back at home, Karoline, gifting him a small purple armband embroidered with a golden heart that he would not forget her on his journeys. Elias is about 5'11, and has pale but healthy-looking skin, deep blue eyes, and shining, short blonde hair with just the tiniest hints of stubble. He's much more lean and toned than anything, but nicely-muscled from years of training.
>Equipment: Armband, Generic Broadsword, 8,500 Yen
>Companions: Yuki (Lancer), Kanada (Rogue), Umeko (Fan Mage)
>Special Abilities: [Smite] - Smite!
>Bonus: [Pure of Heart] - +10 to combating evil, +5 to resisting temptation. This bonus is lost if you abandon your waifu back home.

1. Well, this certainly isn't what Jesus would do. Politely excuse ourselves from here.

2. Go find Umeko, demons in tow. She seems to know a lot about all this demon stuff - after all, she helped us help that other demon last time. I'm certain she knows a good, moral way to deal with these ones as well! If only we could find her - where did she say she was going to be again?

>>37124674
CHECK MY DUBDUBDUBS
CRIT SUCCESS

Y'all mind if I take a break from GMing for a while? Don't worry, I'll do the fight scene with Druza's character real quick.

By the way, Ninnius, here's what I was planning for Aya's mystery (feel free to disregard it if you wish): http://hastebin.com/raw/izafijilot

And here's what I was planning for the High Road: http://hastebin.com/raw/ejedareqir

Plans for the tree lady in Darius's tale: http://hastebin.com/raw/otajoqekon

Super secret plans for Elias (Only read if you're GMing, not even players should read this one): http://hastebin.com/raw/ubiqupuyap

>>37124949
Hahah, all of that sounds good to me. And yeah, noone should read that last one unless they GM. It'll ruin all the fun otherwise.

For the record, since I can't remember how deeply it was discussed elsewhere, the British Empire is now led by a cybernetically enhanced Queen Elizabeth who takes the appearance of Brittania. I forget if we ever decided if it was a conglomeration of all the Queen Elizabeths or not though.

Anyway, I reckon the hub of the empire is some kinda networked consciousness that people can drift in and out of as they potter about their daily reality augmented lives. This leads to wonky things happening where the augmented aspect takes precedence and is warped by the collective thoughts of the people. Cue mild wonderlandings in the virtual reality.

Not that the British Empire has a whole lotta bearing on any of the stories at this point.

I'll pick everyone back up again after I set Mira off, thanks for running for so long 13lack Cat. Been like five days of updates or something crazy?

Bumb for Mira

>>37125498
I'm about halfway done ;__;

>>37125510
I know, i just want the thread to spontaneously disappear. Take your time, i'm too busy trying to figure out pathfinder for my players anyway.

>thanks for running for so long 13lack Cat. Been like five days of updates or something crazy?
Hahaha, thanks for coming back! And I wouldn't say it was that crazy for me, more like it was crazy for the players with how long I take to write.

>>37119012
Without a moment to lose, you also charge the handmaiden(?), surprising it for a moment. That one moment's all you need as you proceed to jump directly above the handmaiden, barely twisting your body to the side in time to avoid its axe swinging down at you. You grip one of its wings and go SWISH with your carving knife, lopping it off.

The demon cries out in pain as black blood spurts out of its back, and crashes into the ground, tumbling uncontrollably. It still has one wing left, you note, and skid to a halt coolly on the ground. You turn to face the trap demon, who has gotten up from the ground, and walks towards you in a stance, holding it's battle axe up in front of it. His wing flaps around agitatedly.

You take a glance at the wing you just cut off. It's hangs limp in your hands, curling up even. You unfurl it with a flourish, making it spring to its full span again. A spike protrudes from tip. You hold it up two handed, and mirror your opponent's stance as you walk towards each other.

>Cont.

>>37125548
The two of you grow impatient as you continue your slow walk, and the two of you dash forward at the same time! His/her axe meets the wing you stole from him/her, and the collision knocks the two of you back some. This only makes it to where the two of you have enough distance to lunge forward yet again! Wing clangs against metal again and again, the two of you giving no quarter at all. However, the demon slaps you away with its remaining wing! You barely manage to roll away before it can hit you with its battleaxe. You get back up on your feet, and realize that you're panting hard. You're getting slower as well!

Well, it's like Otto Skorzeny said: If you can't beat 'em, cheat 'em.

You take the knife you've secretly been holding against the stem of the wing, and fling it at the demons's pretty face. They deflect the knife by bringing up their battleaxe to shield themselves.

Gotcha.

You bring the wing down on their head, the spike penetrating through the scalp all the way to the brain. The handmaiden's jaw drops, and their battle axe falls to the ground, their arms going limp. They stare up at their wing, and fall to the ground with a dumb expression on their face, their eyes rolling back in their sockets and their tongue lolling out.

You pick up the battleaxe, and your knife. The Devil Lord is sitting on his throne in the palanquin again, his fuckpets all panting like a bunch of dogs in need of a drink. He supports his head on one fist, smirking at you with those dreamy eyes of his. The other demon raises their battleaxe, standing guard in front of the Devil Lord's palanquin.

As he lets loose another spray into the enemy ranks, Heinz cheers behind you, "Now that's the way to do it!"

>>37125542
don't want dammit

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>>37125576
Oh yeah, Mira, what kinda god did you want bugging your character?

>>37125604
Well that picture kinda hammers home how little I know of the mythos. Looks like a good point of reference though.

>>37125604
I was actually thinking of a god who Did not until recently gave a fuck about Earth, but since other gods made their move there He thought he should join the party just to fuck over them by answering Mira's father summons and making her his Scion. I was thinking of Nyarlathotep, since he just LOVES fucking with the established order of things

>>37125682
Alrighty, getting close to finishing. What kinda way do you want the inner eldritchiness to manifest? Does it transform you into a creepy looking thing, or do shadows coil around you filled with tendrils, eyes and teeth, do you feel shifting movement below your skin only to look down and see things crawling around beneath it...

>>37126218
>Alrighty, getting close to finishing. What kinda way do you want the inner eldritchiness to manifest? Does it transform you into a creepy looking thing, or do shadows coil around you filled with tendrils, eyes and teeth, do you feel shifting movement below your skin only to look down and see things crawling around beneath it...

A bit of both to be Honestly. She has no idea if the Creepy things she manifests are real or not, if she is summoning things or they are insede her all along. THe best way to describe it would be Between Alucard And Envy from FMA, with more flesh and tentacles and mouths with eyes inside omygoditsallovermepleasehelp-.

>>37126287
Sorry in advance for the weeabo, but i do think anime has successfully visualized eldritch abominations, thus the references

>>37126394
No worries, it's been a while since I saw FMA so I had to rewratch an envy fight to remember what you were referring to. As for Alucard I remember well how they did him. Back to writing.

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>>37126411
Some Decent western art to inspire yourself in the meantime

>>37102834

>Equipment: Moon pendant
>Special Abilities: [More than meets the eye] - Harboured within yourself is something strange and powerful. You can call upon it when you want to but it will be more likely to manifest by itself the greater physical or mental strain you experience.
>Bonus: [Well-bred] - You are the daughter of a wealthy family that can trace its illustrious history far back. As such you have been brought up with proper manners and speech. +10 when speaking to upper class people, -5 when speaking to the rough and ready.

You come to and muggily take stock of yourself. A dull ache throbs throughout you, more poignantly in a couple of places - the back of your head, right elbow and upper back. Your limbs are stiff with cold.

You take a moment to bring all that under control and open your eyes, flickering candlelight illuminating the chamber you are in. You recognise the small, functional chandelier dangling down - you're in the workroom. The air is thick with a heady scent, sickly sweet. You try to ignore it and claw back at the last memories you have prior to waking.

Ah yes, you were helping your father with that ritual to summon...
Oh dear, what happened such that you are sprawled out on the floor? Surely nothing wholesome.

You strain as you roll onto your side and begin to prop yourself up. You manage to pull yourself onto one knee, hands pressed against the flagstones for support when you feel a shifting deep inside you. It's a queasy sensation and it knots your insides, sending your heart into a flurry of activity. You manage to hold one hand to your stomach and start to rise off the floor but the sudden movement sends your head spinning and the next thing you know you're vomiting, your lunch and breakfast intermingled with some thick black fluid spilling across the floor. The acrid taste brings tears to your eyes and you cough after the last is free.

>(Cont.)

>>37126708

You stomach feels like it's still convulsing but it seems there's nothing more to come and you stand. The ordeal seems at least to have cleared your head somewhat. You think you can make out a faint keening buzz on the cusp of your hearing. Stepping back from the unsavoury puddle before you lest it dirty you shoes you look around, surveying the workroom. The place looks like it has seen better days.

The benches are broken, splintered beams piled around the walls. The assorted paraphernalia they once held scattered. The nice tapestry that once hung beside the doorway is a pile of soot, the culprit candlestick lying beside it. You count yourself lucky that the room was predominantly illuminated by the chandelier, since were the benches to have come aflame you surely would have died in your sleep. Upon closer inspection the stone walls have been scored deep, sooty shapes wending their way around the room. You tremble at the thought of their source. There is one thing that remains resolutely absent from the chamber though.

"Father..?" you croak out before coughing into your hand. You draw it back it find it coated with more of that blackened vomit and flinch, wiping it on a nearby cloth. Your subconscious flits through your knowledge of illnesses, trying to pull up those with black vomit as a symptom.

"Father!" you shout more urgently, though you know he would not have left you like this were he alright. You recall that black vomit is predominantly indicative of bleeding in the upper gastrointestinal tract but by now your stomach has settled and you feel far from faint.

"Father..." you murmur softly as you cross to the battered lectern that was used to hold the notes of the procedure he and you were to follow. You scoop the scattered sheafs of paper from the floor and reread the hand-penned ink.

>(Cont.)

>>37126722

That's right, you were using that ancient ritual the pair of you had uncovered from your forays in Ireland. One that was to summon a being with which you could oppose the influx of demons.

As you scan the pages your eyes catch the symbols at the end and then it all comes flooding back. Your father had completed the chant and the despite the burning candles the room had darkened, streaks of shadow wrapping around the room as you watched enrapt. The space above the centre of the geometric shapes you'd helped chalk out across the floor twisted in upon itself and you instinctively knew you were watching dimensions buckle and intertwine as the summons called out across vaster expanses than those of time or space. Then there was the chill of the room as tendrils spilled forth from the rift before you, slithering throughout the room.

And then time had slowed down as you watched an impossibly shaped mouth come forth and clamp down on your father, severing him at the waist before a tendril had swept the rest as it fell backwards into the hole and then it all went dark.

You come back to yourself, tears spilling down your cheeks which you hurriedly wiped away, stepping backwards. It would not do to get the pages with the ritual on it wet lest the ink run. As you sank to the floor, hugging your knees, chest heaving as you sob the reality hits home. Your father is dead. He was killed by the monstrosity you'd worked so hard together to bring into this world.

And now you're all alone, left to rattle around this grand house by yourself. Even the maids had been sent away a little while ago, to avoid them seeing any of your research into the eldritch. All that remains is you and the dust...

>(Cont.)

>>37126734

You don't know how much time had elapsed when your tears finally dry up, salty streaks on your cheeks. The shock of losing your father has abated somewhat and your mind has turned to dwell on other matters raised by the incident. What had become of that thing that you'd managed to call into this world? Why had you escaped with nothing more than simply blacking out? Was it possible that it had managed to undo that which was keeping it in this dimension when it killed your father, thereby collapsing the rift and sending it back before it could wreak any further havoc?

That would be some small mercy, you think.

You rise from the floor, doing your best to ignore the smell of your vomit as you head back up the stairs, intent on cleaning yourself up and finding a hot drink to soothe.

You slowly make your way to the bathroom and spin the hot tap, the sudden gushing water hitting the tub sending a roar through your ears. Crossing to the sink you busy yourself with rinsing your mouth out, giving your teeth a brush for good measure. Glancing back at the tub to affirm that it's still far from filled you make your way to your bedroom to find a fresh set of clothes.

You enter it and cross to the far side to gaze out across the countryside that surrounds your home.

'Hail Britannia' you think sarcastically to yourself. For an empire on which the sun never sets it sure is perpetually gloomy on Dartmoor. Not that it really bothers you - you've grown up here, the damp and drizzle is what you're used to. You turn and gather the clothes you came for, returning to the bathroom and placing them beside the radiator to warm through.

As you strip down your eyes idly rove the room, falling upon father's raz-

>(Cont.)

>>37126748

No, don't think about that right now, just carry on with what you were doing. Tossing everything into the laundry basket you stand naked before the tub, save for the crescent moon pendant your mother had given you long ago. You dip your fingers into the water, trailing them around to test the temperature. The heat seeps through and sends a shiver across the rest of you.

Perfect temperature.

You cross the mirror and tie your hair up to keep it dry, binding your long tresses into place. With that sorted you slip into the tub, warm water melting across you as you sink into it, drawing the troubles of the day away with it. You close your eyes and sigh, emptying your mind and relaxing your muscles, breathing deep and slow, amusing yourself with extending the pauses. Even your belly calms, despite having lost your meals for the day, gently rumbling. You feel the water playing over your skin in a curious fashion, it reminds you of the way your hair trails behind you when you go swimming.

A mug of hot chocolate would be perfect right now.

You idly open your eyes and are struck by a kaleidoscope of views that shimmer as if underwater. You blink to clear away the tears you presume are obscuring your vision but it doesn't abate and you sit upright quickly in an effort to work out what's going on- Everything cascades around you and your breath quickens with your heartbeat, flicking your eyes around to survey the bathroom but your vision swims around you. As you stare in a panic, wondering what's happened to you your vision slowly clears as your brain disentangles and makes sense of all the information it's receiving.

That's when you realise that you're looking through not two, but a myriad of lenses and look down to see your body adorned with them, watching them widen in shock as you process this.

>(Cont.)

>>37126763

"Nu- nuh- no, what, what is happening..." you manage to utter as your limbs fly into action, propelling you backwards through the tub as it forces your upright. Your turgid mind links this with the earlier incident - it seems that either it has sent you completely round the bend or made you... something else. Or both. AhaHahah...

You press your eyes shut, flinching at the sensation of the many lids meetings across your body and try to calm yourself again, willing them to disappear with all you can muster, ragged breath slowly easing. You feel movement in your midriff, your belly knotting slightly before subsiding into panting and opening your eyes.

Thankfully only two open.

You fall slack from the shock and slide back down, wondering what just happened. Sitting up again you look around to find the water slick with an oily layer, blackish in hue as it shines in the light. Your mind reluctantly acknowledges the correlation between it and the black vomit earlier.

You shudder and rise quickly to your feet, pulling the plug. You can't bear to remain in this bath any longer than you have and pause only to hose yourself down with the shower head, it wouldn't do to have a bath only to leave it greased as a pig. Drying yourself down with a towel you look in the mirror, staring into your eyes, trying to see if anything looks any different from the norm. Not obviously, even your skin looks a healthy colour (though that might just be due to the temperature inducing vasodilation, your subconscious adds).

You consider what to do.

>>37126777

I'm afraid your actions will be somewhat mundane for a little, I just want to intersperse this a little more with player choices since it's already stupidly long. Feel free to roll but your actions probably won't make use of them at this point. This is more an opportunity to shape the characters thoughts and feelings right now.

In the liklihood you're unaware, Dartmoor is a, well, moor in the county of Devon which is situated in the south west of England. It's often a dark and foreboding place, with great rocky outcrops called tors dotted around.

Rolled 90, 32 = 122 (2d100)

>>37126777
1 Find Some Proper, Non Vomited Clothes. We Cannot Afford walking around like Oil rig workers. I am a Judicium GOdammit
2 After that is said and done, Check up our study for any clues of what we actually did, and what consequences it could have for us. We fucked up, and we gotta know how tits up the situation actually is

>>37126870
I expect to find the frilliest fucking dress in England with such a roll

>>37126894
Well, err, truth be told you find the clean clothes you left beside the radiator prior to getting in the bath a la >>37126763

As for what those clothes are, you can pick now. I should mention though that your home is large, rambling and draughty. You normally dress warm since the central heating only does so much.

Also, apologies to everyone else but I'm gonna update Mira first for a little whilst I've still got my plans at the forefront of my mind. I'll have to look back and reread a bunch of stuff for everyone else to refresh my memory

>>37126944
In that case, Mira will put up the traditional apprentice robes she uses when under her father's tutelage. Thick grey silk with a gold trim and a hood, a red velvet robe and black shoes . Warm enough in case the central heating messes up (again that is , damn heaters must be possessed) and easy to clean if an accident happens while experimenting

>>37126999
A dark red velvet cloak Demonlorddarnit. Sorry

>>37127015
Does she wear anything underneath the grey silk robe? I mean, I'm presuming underwear at the very least but you never know with these cultist types. Trousers and vest might also feature?

>>37127053
Simple underwear , a Cotton Vest and Linene Pants. Keeping it simple. It would be awful if one of her good clothes got some of Green Demon mucus Slime on it. Do you have any idea how hard is to clean this stuff ?

Bumping to avoid autosage

>>37126870

You quickly dress, tugging your silken robe over your head and securing it with a simple cord.

Drat. This is one of the robes without the slits that allow you to access your trouser pockets... Ah well, the day is late. You can find a better one when you dress tomorrow. You tuck your cloak under one arm, the bathroom too warm and steamy to necessitate it.

Turning your attentions back to your situation you decide that doubting your sanity at this stage will only worsen your problems. It's far more sensible to assume that all you believe to witness happened and to deal with it accordingly.

Which regrettably means that what you just experienced did occur. You furrow your brow and massage it lightly with the tips of your fingers before replaying the events in your mind with the aim to commit it to memory. It wouldn't do to forget important details. You affirm that you relaxed in the bath - truly relaxed too, peaceful and calm despite the days events - whereupon you opened your eyes to find that you had many of them lining your body which you saw through and moved too. After panicking you'd shut your eyes and willed yourself back into a calmer state, wishing the eyes to disappear too and had been relieved to find you were left in your normal state with nothing but a minute oil slick to show anything had happened.

Right. If that isn't indicative of ancient eldritch magicks you don't know what is. Not that you can recall any writings of such an incident right now - better head to the study and get some reading underway.

>(Cont.)

>>37127684

You head there, stopping only briefly to make yourself a mug of steaming hot chocolate (dropping a marshmallow in for good measure), and set foot inside the room, flicking the switch to light it. It was technically your father's study but the two of you had shared it for so long now as the pair of you researched ancient lore that you'd both taken to thinking of it as both of yours. It was a grand place, high-ceiling with full bookcases climbing the walls. Behind the great oak desk lies a wide bay-window that looks out across the gardens and beyond, framed with faded crimson curtains. Rather than using the desk in the conventional manner, with a chair overlooking the entrance to the room it had a large high-backed armchair that faced the window.

Over the years your father had sat in that chair with your initially perched on his lap, progressing into sitting tightly beside him after you grew to heavy to be comfortable, the pair of you still crammed onto it.

You snap yourself from your reverie, pacing across the room and winding your way through the various artefacts that litter the floor. Your favourite always was the orrery, pieced together with ornate brass. You pull your cloak around you and rifle through the tomes on the desk, picking out the few that related snippets of information about the being whose summoning ritual you had obtained.

You settle down into the armchair, wriggling as you try to get comfortable. It feels painfully spacious but you wrest that train of thought away and flip the first book open, quickly skimming the text for any clues to your present situation.

>(Cont.)

>>37127702

Alas even after several hours your search remains fruitless and as you try to find meaning in a particularly dry passage you find yourself drifting off, thoughts unfocused. The scene of the summoning replays in your head but proceeds further than it did the last time you tried to recall it. In the face of seeing your father taken you'd rushed forth in a futile effort to claim him back. As you'd neared the stain on the universe one of the whirling tendrils had come past, striking you across the torso and sending a good chunk of your abdomen off with it. You'd frozen in place and stared, eyes glazed as another tendril surged towards you, meeting the hole in your side and knocking you backwards off your feet with the momentum, the room rotating around you as you fell before you blacked out - presumably having been knocked unconscious from impact of your head on the floor.

You reach down and tentatively stroke the place where you'd been injured. There's no sensation to indicate you'd even been hurt there.

And now... Now you're part abomination, you realise. Some unknown horror had plugged the gap, become a portion of yourself.

You place the book back on the desk and hug your knees tight to yourself, rocking slightly. Your stomach grumbles and you realise you haven't eaten for a good while now.

Rolled 6, 69 = 75 (2d100)

>>37127729
1 Finding out something to Eat. We are pathetic failures at cooking, so we pray the maids prepared something before they left
2 Call back the stuff through any way possible. Some announcements are to be made . Silently pray the thing inside us did not give us a taste for human flesh

Rolled 40, 10 = 50 (2d100)

>>37125564
>Name: Hando
>Gender: Male
>Age: 26
>Race: Human
>Fluff: He's a 4th reich fighting man, he will kick out the scum (non humans) carrying the banner of his people, He's a skinhead and a glorious fighter
>Equipment: Steel shiv, Prison armband 1 market carving knife and a hunting rifle with a small bundle of munitions for it.
>Special Abilities: [Coke Rage] - You get a high bonus to attacks and withstanding damage, briefly. .
>Bonus: [Deutschland Uber Alles] -10 to interactions with non-Aryans, +5 to Goosestepping!

Action 1: Kill the demon attacking max and then drag him and heinz of to retreat, It's gonna be a war of attrition and we won't win it, we need to fall back and regroup our forces
Action 2: ^

>>37127797
So uh, I guess this wasn't clear but you and your father have been researching for many years now and as such the maids have been absent for a good while too.

Also, I don't really understand what you mean by "Some announcements are to be made"

>>37127910
Oh soryy, i thought they left just today. Changing 2 to packing any useful things for long travel in the wilds. There is nothing for us left here. Also our spellbook

>>37128055
Any thoughts on what you want to pack? Where you're headed, how you're getting there...

>>37128152
We are heading to the closest civilized area as a primary goal, the place with the most advanced arcane school to figure out how to fix ourselves. Assuming there is no teleportation, I am packing a bedroll, a tent, a blanket, as much food I can find, along with some flint and tinder, and a pot and cooking utensils, and a dagger for self defense. Luckily, give Mira's excursion with her dad in Ireland, there must be plenty of that stuff in her house

Bumping one last time . If you have a hard time doing this, you are free to pursue other plot lines Nillius

>>37128890
I mean, I assume he's writing up other's plotlines since there's five updates queued up before yours.

>>37128890
>Nillius
I am nought ;__;

And it's not that it's too difficult, I just write slow and popped out to grab food.

>>37128935
I... sorry, I'm actually only writing Mira right now. I wanna power through a few bits whilst it's fresh in my mind and get her to a point where she can pick more meaningful actions.

Rolled 82, 87 = 169 (2d100)

>>37124507
>>Darius Greene
>Male
> 32
>Human
> A veteran of war against demon and other supernatural threats Darius, retired after a particularly grueling and lethal mission. He returned to his home only to find it a charnel house, all his family dead except for his youngest sister. Now he's out to find her with the only thing he kept from his old job, a magically enhanced six shooter.
>Equipment: Magic six shooter, pimpin' cowboy hat, half-full hipflask(cheap and strong liquor),957$,,tattered playing cards, bag of $9k
>Special Abilities: [Quick hands] - you can unload your six shooter in the blink of an eye!
>Bonus: [I've seen things...] - As a veteran of conflicts against the unimaginable you don't even bat an eyelid when faced with horrors (+5 to rolls when facing the supernatural). Alas, your past exploits haunt your dreams and you can never quite get a good night's sleep - you have a mild dependancy of coffee.

Well time to shoot out the elevator controls/ cut the power.

>>37129430
Wow, really does seem i can only get good rolls shooting something. Damn.

Numbing for Ninnius. I cannot thank you enough for what you do for us

>>37127797
>>37128055
>>37128266

With a sigh you uncurl and head for the kitchen. Can't function on an empty stomach after all.

You make yourself an omelette, adding extra cheese to help allay your troubles. It's a nice local cheddar. You're still hungry so you put some toast on and dig out a jar of nutella. Whilst you wait you consider your next move. The books have been decidedly unhelpful but if this is unprecedented then there's not a lot you can do about it. Except make sure you survive long enough to write a book about it, you suppose. You resolve to start a diary but then turn your thoughts back to-

The toast pops and you set about spreading chocolate paste across it, mouth watering at the smell.

But yes, as you were about to think a moment ago, you decide that right now there's nothing left for you here. Stay and you'll only wind up as a crazed old lady, rattling around the great house as you cower from the shadows. Far better to leave in the morning and seek your answers elsewhere.

On that note, since the books you read weren't of any help you'll have to find another way. Perhaps rather than looking for past solutions to your problem it would be better to find someone capable of solving it anew. As such, heading for some arcane school or some other gathering of learned practitioners would make sense.

Not that you can think of any suitable candidates off of the top of your head. You and father had preferred to learn alone, favouring each others' company, trust and discretion.

>(Cont.)

>>37130229

Anyway, with that decided you have some tasks you'll need to complete in preparation. First and foremost the trip across the moor to civilisation will require the standard camping fare. Your house was constructed out in the middle of nowhere and even if you could drive there isn't a decent road for miles. As for riding on horseback, you'd had to send away the horses with the stablehands a while back when you cut the household down to just the pair of you. On top of that you'll want to grab as much food as you can carry, something to defend yourself (that ceremonial dagger should do the job right?) and that book of spells you've been looking through recently. You've not yet managed to get any to work but you reckon you're not far off now.

Other than that you ought to get the house ready for it's summary abandonment. Most of the furniture is already covered with drapes to hold back the dust, your father and you having done so when you closed off most of the wings a while back. There's only really a few rooms that you've been using since then. You wonder idly if it's really worth the bother but you decide emphatically that it is. Afterall, if through some stroke of the Devil's own luck you manage to cure your current affliction and sort your life out it'd be a shame to return to your family's old manor to find it in a deplorable state. The Judicium's have lived in this home for as long as history can remember and you'll not be the one to break that.

>(Cont.)

>>37130245

You quickly wash up and then set about gathering everything. It's a good thing your father took you on as many expeditions as he did, you can do this blindfolded.

>Equipment: Large rucksack, Tent, rollable foam mattress, sleeping bag, trangia and a bottle of methylated spirits, sensible walking gear (boots, gaiters, waterproof coat, comfortable clothes), a ceremonial dagger, spare clothes and your spellbook wrapped in a binliner to keep them dry and as many packets of dried food as you can cram in. Noodles, couscous, preserved meat, nuts etc

The grandfather clock in the hallway chimes 9pm and you set your gear out in the hallway before finding more drapes in the store room and proceeding to put all the rooms to rest, leaving just the bare essentials ready to cover in the morning.

It's late now but you take a final trip to the study. You need to find an arcane school, preferably nearby.

>Roll for reading

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>37130264

On an related note, how does arcane magic works here ?

>>37130329
I'd like to know that as well, since i will likely be fighting them and might pick up a few spells of my own with DM approval.

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Rolled 71, 49 = 120 (2d100)

>>37124201
>Name: Romulus Rastavius Rex
>Gender: ?
>Age: ?
>Race: ?
>Fluff: Purify the Heathens. In his name, let none survive.

>Equipment: Full suit of plate armour, heavily dated in style. Long spear and gladius, age showing in the beaten metal. The spear shaft looks new, you've replaced it often. Bitching cloak, great for keeping your warm if temperature still had hold on you.
>Special Abilities: [Even in Death] - It's not really known what may kill you for it is not really known what manner of being you are.
>Bonus: [I have moved for so long...] - Time has long since raked its claws through your mind and memories. You no longer recall who you are, or how you came to be. All that you know are the actions most ingrained in your being: fighting. +10 to combat rolls, -100 to filling out application forms.

1-2; Bait the creature into rushing me before sidestepping it and slamming my sword atop of its neck

>>37130329
Haven't a clue, about to make it up. Probably in a similar fashion to the way magical girls use it - it's just a force of nature that the strong willed can bind to their whims.

However, where magical girls use it on an instinctive level, believing instead that their powers derive from good deeds or higher beings or whatever in a fashion that in hindsight resembles sorcerors, those who learn and practise magic do... stuff to coax magic into doing what they want or something I guess.

>>37130264
Hey am i still in this?

>Name: Lorenth

>Gender:Male

>Race: Angel(Archangel )

>Class: Mystical bard

>Cause: Restore the faith of his dead god with him as the new god and rule the land with hedonism.

>Fluff: For millenia I, Lorenth the meister of music, served by my god. My god was the god of beauty and music but he wasnt a human god. No he was a ruler of the entire concept of passions. I fought by him for millenia protecting and cultivating the worlds beauty, until an ancient appeared. This ancient, known only as The Silent Voice came to destroy the worlds beauty!! My lord gathered all his Angels, Paladins, and Clerics and we attacked the monster. The beast died and in the process destroyed my lord and most of his force. Me and my fellow angels slept for millenia, corrupted by the monster, only to awaken once our beauty and the corruption merged. I awoke only to see the world utterly changed! Now i quest to find a path in life and a reason to live.

>Equipment
>Special abilities
>Bonus

>>37130584
see>>37124584

>>37130584
Bugger me sideways, do you even read?
You start here: >>37124584

>>37130603
Beat you to it Ninnius. How does my gun work? I thought it shot bullets but according to 13lack it shoots arcane energy, or something akin to it.

Also would there be a way to either enchant by bullets or modulate the energy to cause differing elemental effects?

Rolled 10, 82 = 92 (2d100)

>>37130603
>Name: Lorenth

>Race: Angel(Archangel )

>Class: Mystical bard

>Cause: Restore the faith of his dead god with him as the new god and rule the land with hedonism.

>Fluff: For millenia I, Lorenth the meister of music, served by my god. My god was the god of beauty and music but he wasnt a human god. No he was a ruler of the entire concept of passions. I fought by him for millenia protecting and cultivating the worlds beauty, until an ancient appeared. This ancient, known only as The Silent Voice came to destroy the worlds beauty!! My lord gathered all his Angels, Paladins, and Clerics and we attacked the monster. The beast died and in the process destroyed my lord and most of his force. Me and my fellow angels slept for millenia, corrupted by the monster, only to awaken once our beauty and the corruption merged.

>Equipment: The scythe of passion. A scythe able to cut through any thought, emotion, will, or belief and can twist any being to the wielders needs. It can even cut souls and destroy any concept from life to death.

>Special: I can control any passion or thought. Be it the will to die or lust i can make it reality and alter anything to fit its shape and power. I also give off an aura of any emotion i choose with my prefered ones being lust or ecstasy.

>Bonus: Can manipulate ANYTHING as long as a passion is linked to it(+20) for ex, if someone lust for another person, he can not only make that person theis but manipulate either of them through their passion, be it changing their race, gender, or power he can change them.

Woops sry

My gods name is Dethan(cause why not)
Also im going to "self limit" my character. Sorry if hes a mary sue but i just like making interesting characters. Beside rolls can always go wrong.

Actions: Look around and see where i am.

Also 8/8 on the lore m8

>>37130634
Dunno, I'll need to reread the bits where you shoot it to see what's already been written. I hadn't actually put much thought into it.

>>37130848
Fair enough just wanted to ask. Also would my character know any spells enough to Id/ use them? He dealt with magic a lot so i figure the former would be easy enough.

>>37130933
I guess I kinda interpreted his magic revolver as simply a magical item that he can use, conferring it bonuses. I primarily assumed this was in the rapid rate of fire and probably bonus damage, especially versus magic-weak critters.

I didn't really figure him a gun-slinging mage. What kinda spells did you have in mind?

>>37130968
More or less easy simple basic spells a guy who spends a shit ton of time with mages could learn, Minor healing, Maybe the ability to read common magical tongues, tweak his gun for elemental effects, maybe comp languges(fuck awfully useful that one is). You easy and directly related things to avoid dying like a common rookie. If you wanted to get into high magic, greater elemental effects, haste, celerity, truesight, slow time would be awesome but more than a little op. Mostly stuff to augment him. Less gun mage more guy with a gun who thought certain spells could get him back home to his family in one piece. I'd imagine he'd have piss few spells/spell points/mana to cast with.

>>37130968
As for Mira's power level in magic , I imagine her a low to mid level dnd wizard. Nothing that makes balance cry alone in a corner

>>37131108
Yeah, sounds reasonable. Dunno what you meant by
>maybe comp languges(fuck awfully useful that one is)
though, you'll have to explain that.

>>37131120
I've never played DnD and have very little notion about the spells involved
That aside, are the spells she knows eldritchy or standard wizardy fare? Giving me some example spells to work with would help

>>37131251
Comprehend Languages, i.e. !st elvel spell most used for Diplomacy. While active letss one sentient of planar origin communicate to with another sentient of planar origin without a knowing said other sentient's language. Basically a human and planar humanoid universal translator.

Standard wizard spells are seeking arcane bolts(magic missle) Comp languages, read magic, detect magic, sleep spell(aka knock out mooks), burning hands, shocking grasp, webs, ray of enfeebling, continual light, for example.

>>37131251
Mostly around utility with a few offensive spells. Highest she can cast right now is a wall of force, short range teleportation, temporary invisibility and a banishment ray that sends back outsiders. When she gets in touch with her Cthulu side, she'll get stranger abilities.

>>37131251
Can you update for me pls

>>37131539
So far the Queue is Mira's backstory, Elias, Me, Hando (Druza), then you, then Lorenth. Aya is missing right now so if she posts before Mira's backstory finishes she's after Lorenth.

>>37131539
Soon, soooon....
Just as soon as I finish Mira's update and get through the queue as listed >>37131593


Sorry for taking a while, there's been distractions.

>>37131593
That's fucking shit. Update wont be finished till tomorrow and my updates are only 100 characters

>>37131763
Not my fault 13lack is brief with fighting scenes on bosses. Don't worry Ninnius is usually both faster and more verbose.

>>37131763
It's because you're in a non-sexual fight with no companions or contacts right now.

Always have companions.

>>37131813
I do have a companion. My lord and master, mumble mumble

It's 3:30 AM here, and I am going to sleep, save the update for next day and you can attend to the others

>>37132804
How much you want to bet he just finished? Also Maintenance soon.

>>37132870
>Also Maintenance soon.
Say what now?

>>37132888
Check the catalogue says
The site will be going down for performance upgrades shortly. Go outside!

>>37133011
Hunh, so it does. Oh well, guess if it goes down before I finish writing I'll just stockpile the updates.

>>37133055
*thumb up*

>>37130329

>54
You sift through some papers that you father kept details on of the occasional magic practitioner he corresponded with. You attention is caught by one particular entry, someone you teaches at a small school tucked away in Exeter. You pocket all of the papers since having an address book of mages can always come in handy but first copy out the Exeter address onto a separate bit of parchment for easier access.

You take one last wistful look around the study before closing the curtains and leaving it. You distantly make out the clock chiming quarter to eleven and yawn in reaction. Best to get some sleep now.

You retire to your bedroom, shucking your robes and neatly folding them, placing them on a chair before pulling on your nightgown. You cross to close the curtains and turn on your bedside lamp, before flicking off the room light. You crawl into bed and lay there awhile, mulling everything over in your head.

You know that you can't leave the comforting light on forever and so switch it off, pulling the warm duvet over your head and curling up, sleep soon claiming you...

---

The winds bustle their way across you, whipping your hair over your face. You can't see too well as you squint to keep it out of your eyes but the tight, warm grasp on your hand assures you that your mother is there. Suddenly the wind changes direction, sending your locks careening past your head and clearing your vision. You look around at the blocky granite, arranged in curious shapes, gorse and ferns blooming around. The grass is short, kept trimmed by the wild ponies that roam the moor.

Yes, you recognise this place: Grimspound. And you recognise this dream. Devil knows you've had it enough. It's the one where your mother dies.

>(Cont.)

>>37133210

You surrender yourself to it as is normal by now, it's less painful when you numb yourself than the times you tried to fight it. End of the day you know that were you to succeed in making it turn out better all you're really doing is beginning to delude yourself. The past is the past and nothing can change that.

You bumble along, letting yourself be towed by your mother. Not that you were an unwilling girl at the time, quite the contrary, you just can't muster the energy in this dream anymore. Then you hear that tell-tale voice, thin and reedy, hungry and cruel. It says the usual and your mother pushes you behind her but you make no effort to peep this time, you know what you'll see.

A demon, standing tall and dangerous. Proud. It will break your mother and force itself upon her, consuming her body in a manner that has little to do with eating. You eight year old self will do nothing but stare until the beast finally stops and cackles, leaving you crying and alone. In time your father will return.

The series of events begin to unfold before your eyes, your mother being knocked to the ground, the crimson flowers blooming on her chest. But then you hear a frenzied whispering to your side and turn your head to see an apparition cloaked in shadows that warps and coils around, the wind failing to touch it. The demon stops and looks up at it too, just in time to see it split wide as rasping teeth spring forth, reaching, catching, clawing, clasping at the space before it until it grabs the demon, a look of surprise splaying its face momentarily before you watch in slow motion as it collapses into shreds, viscera flying in all directions as the black apparition drags the bulk into its gaping maw.

>(Cont.)

>>37133221

You're left stunned as the thing pulses rhythmically. You come to realise its chewing. As you continue to stare at it you trace its form with your eyes, looking downwards, surprised to see it extends further than you realised in your direction. Your gaze follows it further and you gasp as you find that it has enveloped your side, thrashing as your try to rid yourself of it before it devours you too. You manage to bash it against a rock but wince as pain lances your arm. Your eyes widen in horror as you realise that you can feel what it is touching, that it is an extension of your body. You curl your arm and it moves to face you, all you can do is stare at that gaping mouth, impossibly filled with fangs, the horror transfixed upon your face as you see the remains of the demon dripping from them...

---

You awake with a start, sitting up with a cold sweat glazing your body, hurriedly bringing your arm up to see-

Nothing out of the ordinary. You slump backwards, letting it fall to your side. As you gather your thoughts you surmise that the effect on your dream could only have been due to the... possession, or assimilation of yourself by that thing. Whether its presence in your dream is indicative of it spreading into your mind or just the shock of the bath incident you cannot say.

Sighing you banish it to the recesses of your thoughts and with forced energy spring from your bed, heading to shower away the pervasive dampness.

>(Cont.)

>>37133240

You've finished washing, dressing, packing and covering the last items in the house. You hold the great wrought door key in your hand and have hefted your rucksack onto your back, mapcase and compass dangling around your neck.

"Well... Goodbye everyone. I'm heading out for now. I... I'll be back some day, alright? Some day when this is all over..."

You blink back the moistness in your eyes and leave swinging the great door behind you and locking it soundly, threading the key on a length of finely wound cord and dangling it from your neck.

You breath deeply in the fresh morning mist and set your attention on your route. The quickest way to Exeter from here would be to hike across the moor to Ivybridge and catch a ride from there. Failing that you can always just walk there.

>Roll for navigation (not that Mira is bad at it, just that Dartmoor is a tough place to navigate in with its lack of marked footpaths and vision-defeating weather)

With this I resume regular scheduling.

>>37133255
Will i ever get an update?

>>37133487
Chill. You are down the queue but you'll get one.

>>37133487
see>>37131593

>>37133487
In time. For reasons unknown even to myself I've decided to start keeping each characters stories in separate google docs and now have the fantastic task of tracking back through the threads to paste Elias' updates over in order.

The actual reason is so that when I forget what's been going on it's much easier to read back over what's been happening.

Rolled 58, 37 = 95 (2d100)

Aya, being unconscious, remains unconscious. Dreaming of people, sex, and her old life. If there was an old life she had.

Soon, waking up. She would take her lead pipe and continue towards dublin.

Kinda thinking of dropping out, lotta people here now, finding it more fun to watch everyone else than fly around cluelessly.

>>37133518
Progress on this thus far can be found here: https://drive.google.com/folderview?id=0B2Qypb3FIXuMMFFaSGxYRWs1NkE&usp=sharing

>>37133536
>No hando
T-thanks

>>37133543
I'm copying them over in order of me actually writing their next update. I guess I'll eventually get round to making ones for those who stopped playing at some point too.

>>37133543
No Darius either.

>>37133529
Don't do that just yet. Aya a fun character, also you will hopefully get direction soon.

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>>37133529
>Leaving without getting your ass beaten by hando, disgraceful

>>37133620
Implying you could actually do that to her if she went all out. She's a goddess magical girl elf thing, meaning she'd stomp all of us if she went all out.


Honestly from most dangerous to least in a fight i'd have to say.

Aya (all out fighting)
Lorenth
Mira (full eldritch)
Darius
Romulus
Hando
Elias
Mira (normal)
Aya (normal)
Cat character who died off.

>>37133789
>Cat character who died off.
Mr MIttens the mind control cat? He's clearly the most dangerous, he can get inside your head... toying with it like a... Well, like a cat with a mouse. Ahem.

Yes I am somewhat disappointed that player never played.

>>37133789
>implying i'm not the best
How dare you disgrace a servant of my lord! I will find you in character and meta you unless you're a good guy in which case I will brood OOC

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>>37133789
>Guy who knocked the fuck out of a GIANT FUCKING DEMON
>Weaker than darius
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>>37133789
Elias could smite Mira tho. And power of friendship.

>>37133825
I imagine so, still he had no offense and he fails one blammed, plus a strong mind would ruin his entire day. He is still dangerous just not on his own.

>>37133831
I hunt and kill demons, outsiders and cultists, I'm not good, but not evil either.

>>37133870
Hour of power mate, plus this is just baseline. Anyways you'd have very little chance to melee me.

>>37133905
True but this is baseline, and lets face it Elias isn't hardened killer or a demigod like half of the rest of us.

>>37133955
He literally made a guy explode by punching him

>>37133905
Does smite work on the unfathomable? It's not like she's demonically possessed afterall...

>>37133983
And my revolver broke physics, your point?

>>37133789
>>37133955
>comparing imaginary powerlevels
This never ends well.
Just realized only guy who made a character without PHENOMENAL COSMIC POWER.

But I do have Jesus and Friendship and Holy magic :^)

Testing

>>37133986
Can i add "try to see what my face looks like" to my actions or will that make me wait?

>>37134083
It works

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>37133255

Dark gods of dice, Heed my call!

bumping for Lorenth's much needed update

>>37134703
Think Ninnius is asleep, might be a while.

>>37134734
In other news, it looks like he finished knocking up all those google docs for the stories so far: https://drive.google.com/folderview?id=0B2Qypb3FIXuMMFFaSGxYRWs1NkE&usp=sharing

>>37134742
Thanks, kind of sad we have almost as many defunct characters as live ones in there.

>>37134767
Ma uber spercial snawfleke is a string independent cherectar who dont need no update!!

>>37134851
If Ninnius stockpiled his updates lady night like he said he would, we should get some updates once he wakes up.

>>37134120
Mira you can read a map very well it seems.

>>37134868
last night* Obviously i am still asleep.

Another contributory bump

I magine the organization Darius retired from is like XCOM but against demons and otherworldly creatures instead of Aliens. High mortality in younger squads, tough as hell enemies, and a little bad luck can get you offed easily. Retiring of your own volition would be rare, as most of the people in it would be highly dedicated, to the point of bordering on zealotry.

So what do you guys think? Anything to add? Also anyone got a good name for my gun? I want to name it because it's a kickass gun and such should be named, but i can't come up with one that doesn't sound stupid or pretentious as fuck.

>>37124674

"So, uh, about the matter of our payment..." you begin, already anticipating his response.

"I told you already! Nothing! I couldn't afford it even if I wanted to, those vermin just took out half my stock! Now stop gawking and hold that thing down whilst I chop it up!"

You notice that Yuki visibly recoils as he says this. Well, if he's not paying you then you don't owe him anything which makes it all the easier to do the next part.

>74
"I'm sorry but as a knight of the Thirteenth Apostle I cannot do that. I shall find a better way to ensure your farm isn't attacked again."

The man spits and stares fiercely at you.

"You better! If these youkai attack my farm again, I'll, I'll-"

You hold up a hand and then turn, leading the onis and your party away from the old man's futile threats.

Once out of earshot Kanada pipes up.

"So what DO you plan to do with these?"
"I was thinking Umeko might know of a better way to handle them, she really seems to know a lot about these demons."
"Hey, not a bad plan. Wait a sec then, I got something that'll make the walk back a bit easier!"

He passes you the lime green oni to hold onto, who mumbles quietly as she changes hands, before he crouches and starts fishing about in his pack. He stands and turns to you, presenting you with the sight of... some wire?

"Ta daaaa!"
"Erm..." butts in Yuki, "what exactly do you intend to do with that?"

You feel equally perplexed.

Kanada just makes an exaggerated display of indignance and uncoils a bit of wire, pinching it and wiggling until a length comes free. Then he moves over to the lime green oni and begins wrapping it around her horn.

>(Cont.)

>>37135626

"You can let go now, she'll be as lively as a sack of rocks!"
"I... Damn Kanada, that's impressive. When'd you learn a trick like that?"
"Oh, I just thought of it now. Gotta think fast to be a ninja, yunno?" he says, brushing his nose with a thumb. "Lemme just fix the other two up. That blue one might be a bit tricky, she ain't got much of a horn to bind... Yeah, that ain't happening, gonna have to keep pressing those nubs to quiet her. Still, two outta three!"
"I-I'll take over holding that one," says Yuki, "Don't want it giving you any more trouble, Eriasu-san."

You blush and turn your head from Kanada's raucous laughter.

You clear your throat pointedly and look back.

"A-anyway. Let's go catch up with Umeko."

"Hahah, ahah, aaaahh....." Kanada wheezes, before standing and slinging one of the bound onis over his shoulder, "Alrighty then, time to make haste!"
"By the way, that was a neat trick with the vanishing!" you say, picking up your own charge, "Was that one of your ninja abilities?"
"I CANNOT ANSWER THAT QUESTION. NINJA ABILITIES MUCH BE KEPT IN UTMOST SECRECYaaHAahahhahah, should have seen your face! But yeah, it's a pretty basic one. I'd tell you how it works, but then I'd have to kill you."

Yuki giggles at this exchange. You sigh and take the lead.

---

You meet back up with Umeko at the inn. The walk through the village had been a little awkward, people kept pointing and whispering - presumably something to do with the onis you were carrying. Yuki had amused her way back by giving the blue oni noogies. You suspect this is some small vengeance for you on her part but thought it best not to intervene.

>(Cont.)

>>37135634

She looks across your captives with wry amusement on her face.

"Firstly, did he pay you?"
"Nope, said he was too broke to do so even if he wanted to."
"Then the obvious thing to do is to let them go, free to pillage once more. He'll cough up some money eventually."
"Umeko, you can't really think I'd do that can you?" She grins widely.
"Ufufu... I was just having fun teasing you. I take it you want to find a way to deal with them that prohibits their reckless disregard for personal property?"

"That, uh, yeah. That's pretty much it."

>74
"Well then there's a few ways to go about it.

Hitotsu: it's said that if you shatter their horns they will be bound to serve you, following you everywhere. Though it is also said that shattering the horn of an oni can also release the power of the youkai within them.

Futatsu: I can use a technique to banish them from this realm.

Mittsu: you can give them a stern talking to - who knows, maybe you could even persuade them to help around the village? Ufufu...

Shi: they'd struggle to pillage if they were dead.

I think that about sums it up."

>>37129430

The elevator doors are closing, fast. There's only about a foot left-

>82, 87

You unleash a burst from your revolver into the control panel at the back of the elevator, sparks flying as the doors halt in their tracks. The elevator light flickers and dims.

In the brief illumination you can make out the worry that crosses the receptionist's face.

You rise from a crouch and empty the casings from your shooter, refilling it with fresh bullets. A roar splits your concentration and you look up to see the mover guy rapidly swelling in the gloom confines of the elevator. Gravelly panting reaches your ears and you watch as great clawed hands fit between the elevator doors and wrench them back only for the great dull red figure to step out, horns jutting from his brow, mask comically covering an eye and his nose.

He stomps hard on the elevator floor with a cloven hoof and you watch in slow motion as it comes free from the cabling and begins to fall, the dryads within gaping in shock at this.

"My Ohana!" cries out the dryad beside you, a wooden arm outstretched, grasping at the empty air.

You turn your attention to the hulking figure before you. No wings, you note, must be a partially possessed human. He cricks his neck, horns gouging out the ceiling above him. He pays no mind to the falling plaster.

>>37127868

You sheath your knife, well, tuck it into your belt anyway, and run over to where Max is grappling with a demon, rifle lodged in its mouth. You take a swing at it with the battleaxe whilst it's distracted and rend most of its torso in half. The demon rears back, screeching as it drops the rifle into Max's outstretched hands, whereupon he brings it up to bear and unloads into its face.

"C'mon!" you roar at them and sling the axe over your shoulder.

>Equipment gain: battleaxe

The pair fall in behind you as you tear back across the battlefield. You can feel the demonlords misty eyes boring into the back of you but you put it to the back of your mind. The coke is wearing off now and you can feel the tiredness creeping over you but now is no time to slow.

>40
"Men! Today it is not our fight! We will war with these demons on OUR TERMS, OUR GROUNDS. We must regroup and prepare, fortify ourselves if we wish to stand any chance of survival!"

The men look at you and you can see the worry etching their faces. They came here to fight and win, not back down for another day. Still, they're being slowly overwhelmed the tumult of demons and so the majority nod and begin to disengage, some opting instead to spit in your direction and continue fighting.

>10
As you race through their midst they turn and sprint after you, the barricade's not far now-

You hear screams break out behind and turn to see the demons rushing after your men, leaping in bounds with flaps of their wings. With their backs turned your men are left defenseless against them and many fall to their onslaught. You reach the barricade and your force scrambles over it, ignoring the insults the police hurl your way as the tide of demons career across their position.

You know that the police aren't gonna hold off for long.

>Between the casualties and desertion you are left with 62 men

>>37130516

The fire streaks through the eye holes in your helmet but fails to damage anything more than the trailing plume. Your helmet glows with the heat and you transfix the moose with your glare, banging your gladius against your chest plate to raise its ire.

You just need to bait it, sidestep and swing.

>71
The moose snorts again, paws the ground and lunges, stamping towards you with a mad fury. As it nears you sidestep the beast, ducking under its great curving horns and swing down at its neck-

>49
-only for it to ring out, clashing with the steel collar fitted onto your foe. It rebounds but the strength in your arm carries it forward once more, lancing into the side and splitting the skin down the length of the beast, a fine spray of blood spattering you.

The moose stumbles forward, limping as goes and trips, falling to the floor. It bellows angrily, twisting and thrashing its head to see you.

"Aaaaaand it looks like our Romulus has finally landed a blow worth mentioning! How will our protagonist, The Moose, fare against him now?!"

This Domonette incites great displeasure within you. You cannot wait to show him the incandescent brilliance of your Lord.

>>37130819

You survey the scene before you, analysing the shapes and surfaces for signs that would help you identify your location.

>10
You see more of the same, great tracts of land laid ruin by fire, molten pools and heavy gases clustering around. You decide that you must move on from this place in order to find landmarks untouched by disaster. You step forth, ignoring the grating sound that emanates from your tainted half and begin the onerous process of crossing this blemish on the sweet planet. It is not the lava and rocks that ails you, for there is great passion to be found in fire, beauty in the deep pulsing liquid that glows with heat, rich in colour. No, it is the pestilence of the smog that coils around, dense and obscuring, too murky for elegant patterns to be found within. It is the furious clashing of cymbals by the out of time percussionist, desperate to mark the climax but ungainly in execution, only serving to blur and overwhelm the other instruments. It is the inkblot on a freshly drawn diagram, hastily wiped away by the scribe only to leave the dark smudge on the page.

>(Cont.)

>>37135666

In time the smoke thins, the pools of lava having long been absent from the cracked earth below. You find yourself treading scorched earth, blackened shrubs dotting it. Fresh grasses are already peeking through the layer of ash that coats the surface. You pause a moment to sing for their growth, promises of a brighter future, compliments of their fresh hue.

Your voice sings sweet but some part of you recoils from the lilting pitches, opting instead to pluck out notes at set intervals, further segregating subsets of those and repeating them in order. The effect rings emptily in your mind and you curse The Silent Voice a thousand times over with stricken anguish that it served to harm your musicianship.

Wresting your attentions from this you pace onwards.

>82
In time you come to a pool, surface still, undisturbed. You peer in but no creatures are to be seen. The clouds part and light beams down on you, illuminating your reflection.

The natural half of your face twists in anger as you gaze upon your form. It was as you had feared, grey cuboids smother one half of you. You bristle, loathing your image, some cuboids shrink and grow in response only serving to further your hate as the motion reveals how intrinsically they are a part of you.

>>37133529

>58
You're stalking through the chill night air, licking your lips as the cool wind teases your nipples, tail coiling around your waist and rubbing your inner thigh. You can't wait to find some prey, eyes flicking around, roving the shadows for a passed out drunkard...

There! And he's still conscious, kinda, mumbling and muttering to himself as he leans back against the wall. You pad silkily over, wobbling your hips and crouch to lower your face just before his. It's his lucky day...

You lower you head to find his tackle only to see a saucer before you, creamy milk filling it. You purr, dipping your head and lapping at the surface with your rough tongue, working it vigourously as you drink it down.

The bowl laid bare, you stretch out, hindquarters raised, tail held high. Someone scratches behind your ears and then trails their hand along your back and you roll over to expose your belly for them to rub. You close your eyes in bliss only to slam against something.

You quickly look around and find yourself on an abandoned street, dilapidated buildings ringing it. A cruel hand reaches down and starts tugging at one of your ribbons, taunting you as they make to undo it. You stretch out and clasp ahold of your wand, rolling and bringing it up to bash them on the chin. This only serves to anger them and they backhand you across the face-

>(Cont.)

>>37135681

You flinch but open your eyes, sprinting towards the figure leaning over the prone girl slumped at its feet. You chant as you hold your staff tightly with both hands only to see it turning to meet you at the last minute, a wicked grin crossing its face as it reaches out for yo-

"AAGH!" you cry, sitting up and panting heavily, voluptuous chest heaving, bedsheets falling away from you.

What WAS that dream?

Wait, where even are you?

Looking around the room seems somewhat familia-
Niamh comes bouncing in through the door, a worried expression on her face.

"Are you alright? Oh let me come hold you-"

She wraps you up in a tight hug, paying no mind to the cold sweat rolling down you. The shock abates and you slowly wrap your arms around her, breath slackening.

Now writing Mira

Rolled 37, 72 = 109 (2d100)

>>37135645
>>Darius Greene
>Male
> 32
>Human
> A veteran of war against demon and other supernatural threats Darius, retired after a particularly grueling and lethal mission. He returned to his home only to find it a charnel house, all his family dead except for his youngest sister. Now he's out to find her with the only thing he kept from his old job, a magically enhanced six shooter.
>Equipment: Magic six shooter, pimpin' cowboy hat, half-full hipflask(cheap and strong liquor),957$,,tattered playing cards, bag of $9k
>Special Abilities: [Quick hands] - you can unload your six shooter in the blink of an eye!
>Bonus: [I've seen things...] - As a veteran of conflicts against the unimaginable you don't even bat an eyelid when faced with horrors (+5 to rolls when facing the supernatural). Alas, your past exploits haunt your dreams and you can never quite get a good night's sleep - you have a mild dependancy of coffee.


Well something that might be worth while capturing for interrogation, or not. Get some distance between you and unload in him, special attention for holes in his natural armor and vulnerable spots.

>>37135729
Well that's passable, hope i got far enough away he can't get a good swipe me.

Rolled 11, 67 = 78 (2d100)

>>37135653
>Name: Hando
>Gender: Male
>Age: 26
>Race: Human
>Fluff: He's a 4th reich fighting man, he will kick out the scum (non humans) carrying the banner of his people, He's a skinhead and a glorious fighter
>Equipment: Steel shiv, Prison armband 1 market carving knife and a hunting rifle with a small bundle of munitions for it. battleaxe
>Special Abilities: [Coke Rage] - You get a high bonus to attacks and withstanding damage, briefly. .
>Bonus: [Deutschland Uber Alles] -10 to interactions with non-Aryans, +5 to Goosestepping!

Action 1: Take ALL of the coke i have remaining and hold of the demons will the people others get away
Action 2: ^

>>37135826
Going down with the ship? Or are you just really confident you can fight long enough for everyone to set up a new line of defense?

>>37135875
I'm just trying to delay them so all of my men don't die

Rolled 27, 55 + 20 = 102 (2d100 + 20)

>>37135671

>Name: Lorenth

>Race: Angel(Archangel )

>Class: Mystical bard

>Cause: Restore the faith of his dead god with him as the new god and rule the land with hedonism.

>Fluff: For millenia I, Lorenth the meister of music, served by my god. My god was the god of beauty and music but he wasnt a human god. No he was a ruler of the entire concept of passions. I fought by him for millenia protecting and cultivating the worlds beauty, until an ancient appeared. This ancient, known only as The Silent Voice came to destroy the worlds beauty!! My lord gathered all his Angels, Paladins, and Clerics and we attacked the monster. The beast died and in the process destroyed my lord and most of his force. Me and my fellow angels slept for millenia, corrupted by the monster, only to awaken once our beauty and the corruption merged.

>Equipment: The scythe of passion. A mokn shaped sword able to cut through any thought, emotion, will, or belief and can twist any being to the wielders needs. It can even cut souls and destroy any concept from life to death.

>Special: I can control any passion or thought. Be it the will to die or lust i can make it reality and alter anything to fit its shape and power. I also give off an aura of any emotion i choose with my prefered ones being lust or ecstasy.

>Bonus: Can manipulate ANYTHING as long as a passion is linked to it(+20) for ex, if someone lust for another person, he can not only make that person theis but manipulate either of them through their passion, be it changing their race, gender, or power he can change them.

Try to at least make the merging look nice/graceful/beautiful/anything that looks better.

>>37135971
I get it, hoping you can run fast enough to disengage after or get you guys to hunker down and help.

>>37135973
>>37135671
Are you going to count the total number as my 1 action?

>>37134120

>99
As you step forth and begin your journey the first rays of the morning sun peek out over the top of the hills. You follow the familiar route from your home. The mist soon clears under and you're left with the stunning view across the moor, able to see all the way down to Ivybridge and beyond where the moor subsides into rolling fields, dotted with clumps of trees and the occasional farm house.

You settle into a steady pace, nice and brisk as you aptly avoid the boggy patches. As you go you run over the spells you've learnt in your head. The most complex spells you're capable of are 'Wall of Force', 'Blink', 'Vanish' and 'Banishment ray'. Well, by capable you mean at least something happens when you try to use them.

Wall of Force lets you hold a barrier before you that resists most forms of magic. With enough preparation you are able to create a fairly sizable one, approximately two meters across but if you were to try casting quickly you can only really manage something the size of a dinner plate. You're still not very good at holding the shape, rather simply letting it flare out from a centre point to form a rough circle, edges fluctuating. You've been trying to improve your ability to cast it reflexively so that you could actually make use of it in a fight but haven't got very far yet - it still requires too much concentration that you tend to put towards the more physical aspect of combat.

>(Cont.)

>>37136173

Blink is a short range teleportation spell and is actually really safe to use, one of the reasons it was one of the first you were taught by your father at a young age. Rather than creating portals through dimensions or navigating the planes it actually functions by temporarily pinching the spacetime of this plane and stepping through the gap you make to reappear in another location. Part of the spell involves massively slowing your perception of time as you cross since the time-dilatory effects could drive someone insane, trapped from their perspective for ever. Crossing larger distances slows time down more and so the main trick to them is in intensifying the stasis of your mind for it. There's a fine balance involved since going overboard leaves you stunned for a little while after re-emerging - not something you can afford if you're in a tense situation. The experience you've gained with it over the years allows you to comfortably use the spell at a moment's notice up to distances of 3 metres, 7m if you're pushing yourself. The furthest you've ever managed to go, and this was with a quiet environment and lots of mental preparation, was 27.36m and it took an hour to snap out of the stasis since you'd erred on the side of caution.

Vanish was a short-lived invisibility spell that functioned by bending the light around you. You're capable of using it for a couple of minutes comfortably, much longer and it leaves you very tired. It's not yet perfect, when you're moving you create a shimmer, ripples in the air but when you're stationary it's convincing enough.

Banishment ray... Well the idea behind it is that extraplanar beings will be expelled from this one. With practise the spell is capable specifying the actual destination but in its current form you've never actually successfully used it. You can create the ray and wave it around but you've never had the chance to find out whether it actually does anything.

>(Cont.)

>>37136186

Other than that... you have a couple of offensive spells up your sleeves. You're capable of mustering raw magic and can confer it upon your target in a number of ways and one stage further, you can create a flame and if you concentrate hard throw it. There's a few utility spells too, like creating simple light.

The problem with these all are that they tire you out when used. You find it much better to use mundane means of generating fire or light than sustaining magical ones. Your sort of... mental stamina... is an area you've never really had the time to further much. You and father had often been away on expeditions and tiring yourself out with magic practise was never a good idea.

Anyway, you find the footpath down from the moor and head into Ivybridge, sunlight dancing on the fountain in the town square.

All that remains now is finding transport into Exeter.

>>37133955
>>37133986
Paladin abilities are usually able to affect any sort of 'evil' creature, so they should work on eldritch stuff (Even though we should probably keep all the eldritch crap out of other's storylines). Also, does Elias have usual paladin abilities like lay on hands? I'd think he would because of mormon magic holy order paladins, but it's not listed.

>>37135637
>Hitotsu: it's said that if you shatter their horns they will be bound to serve you, following you everywhere. Though it is also said that shattering the horn of an oni can also release the power of the youkai within them.
Ummm...
>>37122150
>You look over to see Kanada tackling the Pink Oni from behind, and Yuki using the distraction to strike at the Oni's horn, breaking it with a swift stroke of her naginata. The Oni screams, and falls back, unconscious.

>>37136202
>lay on hands
I have no idea what that is. I should probably note that I've never actually played DnD or its ilk

>>37136207
DIDN'T BREAK IT ALL THOUGH DID SHE
;__;

Ahem.

>>37136057
Erm... Dunno. I typically treat this kinda case as attempting the action twice, rather than attempting it once with a combined roll. Or sometimes I ignore the second roll. I go with what I feel appropriate I s'pose

Rolled 99, 23 = 122 (2d100)

>>37135626
>>37135634
>>37135637
>Name: Elias
>Gender: Male
>Age: 23
>Race: Human
>Fluff: Elias was born and raised in the holy order of the Saint-Warriors of the Thirteenth Apostle, or Apocyphtes, the result of the entirety of Mormon Utah separating and walling itself off to form a magic-based, technology-ignoring militarized order based off largely Catholic practices. It's his first time out of the order's moving headquarters, and he is determined to prove his worth to both his superior knights and the woman he left back at home, Karoline, gifting him a small purple armband embroidered with a golden heart that he would not forget her on his journeys. Elias is about 5'11, and has pale but healthy-looking skin, deep blue eyes, and shining, short blonde hair with just the tiniest hints of stubble. He's much more lean and toned than anything, but nicely-muscled from years of training.
>Equipment: Armband, Generic Broadsword, 8,500 Yen
>Companions: Yuki (Lancer), Kanada (Rogue), Umeko (Fan Mage)
>Special Abilities: [Smite] - Smite!
>Bonus: [Pure of Heart] - +10 to combating evil, +5 to resisting temptation. This bonus is lost if you abandon your waifu back home.

1. Well, that third option seems perfect! Stern talking-tos are my specialty. We can fix this without banishing anyone, and would even fix the damage they did to the village! What a wonderful solution.
If we really screw this one up, we can always banish them. I'd rather just talk to them, though.

2.After that's dealt with, we still have three things to deal with, two of them paying so Umeko won't walk off again - the sandals, the missing wife, and the helmet. Let's go look for each of them, starting with the sandals, I suppose. Let's ask around the village and look for any physical clues to it's location.

>>37136209
It's healing by touch.

>>37136273
Wow! Sure is a shame they don't speak Mormon!

>>37136273
>Stern talking-tos are my specialty
>rolls 99

>healing by touch
You get lay on penis then.
Serious answer: Iunno, probably? How novice do you want your pally to be? Holy handy healing could be something he'd be taught after he proves himself or whatever

>>37135573
>Also anyone got a good name for my gun?
How about Geryon after medusa's six-handed giant of a grandson?

>>37136273
Also
>prioritising missing sandals over missing wife
Some hero you are.

>>37135573
How about "Hornet's Stinger," and the spinny part looks hexagonal?

>>37136336
>>37136362
Good ones! Only name i could come up with was Azrael's Herald which is too fucking pretentious for a cowboy. What did you think about the organization so far? Anything you want to add or flesh out? Also thank you for confirming solid shells Ninnius. What did you two think about my magic discussion?

>>37136236
Alright cool. Just hoping i didnt mess up and make myself uglier is all

>>37136362
Probably irrelevant spoilers but potential spoilers all the same (for Darius) http://hastebin.com/raw/evageraqer

>>37136325
I'll just borrow one of my companion's babel fishes to chastise the demons.

>>37136336
I'd assume more that he knows all the basic holy magic stuff, like basic healing and smiting, but they're just not very stronk.

>>37136355
Hey man, sandals are important. They're also easy to find, and we have a good chance of running into the missing wife while we're looking. Find them in ten minutes and move on.

>>37136394
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder...

>>37124164

Excuse me, passerby here, could you kindly put like, quest somewhere in the subject or something? This thread seems very quest like but it's getting through my filter.

Thank you.

>>37136417
For the billionth time, it's not a quest or anything close to it.

Also, can we keep discussion to the mibbit? There's almost a hundred posts of it and it's taking up a lot of thread space.

>>37136417
Basically, Builder threads are different to Quests. Just add 'builder' to you filters and you'll be fine.

>>37136433
If I go to Mibbit it serves even better to distract me and slow my writing down.

>>37135729

Best not to kill this guy, he could have any number of secrets to spill.

You instinctively step backwards but you know there's little you can do to put distance between when this guy starts charging and so focus your attentions on bringing your six-shooter to bear. You note that next to you the dryad has simply subsided into wailing.

>72
You sigh and steady your breath, magic welling down your fingers and pooling at the tips as you exhale. The rounds glow as you ready you anti-demon shots, specifically designed to prevent regeneration and unload four of them in the demon's knees and elbows.

It howls in pain and slumps to the floor, forelimbs flapping uselessly, shrinking slightly as the transformation begins to unwind.

You cross over and point your gun at its head.

"I have two more shots loaded, scum. Give me answers and give them now. Firstl-"

>37
The possessed spits and heaves ragged breaths.

"Aaaahahah, you'll get nothing from me! Jus' a regular mook, I giv' em muscle and they gimme power! You'll be wanting the recepsher- ressepshun- recipe- bimbo downstairs if you wan' answers."

You're knocked askew as the dryad barrels past you, practically diving down the elevator chute.

Rolled 68, 93 = 161 (2d100)

>>37136196
1: Got to the tavern/inn without gathering too much attention on ourselves
2: Ask Around there for anyone transporting to Exeter for a reasonable fee.

>>37136417
Um, no? Subject lines can't be changed once the thread's made.

>>37136395
http://hastebin.com/awomitajuy.vhdl
Though I think we should let Darius decide.

Oh yeah, some plans for Kanada: http://hastebin.com/raw/opaxadiwiv

Rolled 64, 53 = 117 (2d100)

>>37136541
>>Darius Greene
>Male
> 32
>Human
> A veteran of war against demon and other supernatural threats Darius, retired after a particularly grueling and lethal mission. He returned to his home only to find it a charnel house, all his family dead except for his youngest sister. Now he's out to find her with the only thing he kept from his old job, a magically enhanced six shooter.
>Equipment: Magic six shooter, pimpin' cowboy hat, half-full hipflask(cheap and strong liquor),957$,,tattered playing cards, bag of $9k
>Special Abilities: [Quick hands] - you can unload your six shooter in the blink of an eye!
>Bonus: [I've seen things...] - As a veteran of conflicts against the unimaginable you don't even bat an eyelid when faced with horrors (+5 to rolls when facing the supernatural). Alas, your past exploits haunt your dreams and you can never quite get a good night's sleep - you have a mild dependancy of coffee.

Put one in to finish of Mr. Muscles, no need to let him get back up. Follow the Dryad down (via stairs unless there is a cable i can slide down) Keep an eye out for threats/sneak attacks.

>>37136570
>Though I think we should let Darius decide.
Indeed, though I like the way you think.

As for Kanada, I have something supre sekrit in mind for a ways down the line for him that I don't want to even spoiler just yet. What you suggested doesn't conflict with that though http://hastebin.com/raw/owegawaquk

>>37136627
>>37136570
Yeah after 13lack's rather vivid nightmare, i'm going to go with Geryon. Insects, especially insectoid demons are probably on Darius shoot first ask later list. Given the nightmare i'm assuming his last mission featured them heavily and got most of his team killed and their souls stolen/eaten. Fair warning if something like that happened to his family and it wasn't a nightmare, Darius will lose his shit. In a way that'd make Hando proud.

Rolled 54, 62 = 116 (2d100)

>Name: Romulus Rastavius Rex
>Gender: ?
>Age: ?
>Race: ?
>Fluff: Purify the Heathens. In his name, let none survive.

>Equipment: Full suit of plate armour, heavily dated in style. Long spear and gladius, age showing in the beaten metal. The spear shaft looks new, you've replaced it often. Bitching cloak, great for keeping your warm if temperature still had hold on you.
>Special Abilities: [Even in Death] - It's not really known what may kill you for it is not really known what manner of being you are.
>Bonus: [I have moved for so long...] - Time has long since raked its claws through your mind and memories. You no longer recall who you are, or how you came to be. All that you know are the actions most ingrained in your being: fighting. +10 to combat rolls, -100 to filling out application forms.

1-2; Play cautious, a cornered beast is at its best before the end. Wear it out, making cuts along its body to further help it bleed out and ignoring its head where the fire can come out

>>37136686
How long has your character had this revolver? Was it before the nightmares? Before the encounter with Beelzebub?

>>37135826

The cries of your men pain your ears and you stop in your tracks, yelling at your men to continue on. You fish out that bag of coke, you're gonna need to be on form for what's next.

>11
The bag is pitifully empty and you simply push your nose in and inhale the last of it.

>You will need to procure more coke to use this ability again

MMmmmm that's the stuff.

Your strength surges and you heft your battleaxe, spinning to face the oncoming horde.

Look at them, the pathetic shits. You beat down their fatso boss with nothing but a FUCKING KITCHEN KNIFE. And what's that you're twirling in you grasp now?! THAT'S RIGHT, a FUCK-KING BATTLE AXE. It's time to get medieval.

>67 + COKE RAGE
The demons spill forth over the barricade and come towards you but that's just what you want. Your heart pounds in your chest, bloodflow roaring in your ears as you step forward and swing down, cleaving a cretin in two before twisting and slamming your shoulder into the next, forcing its nose through its skull. You heft the axe with the momentum and bring it slicing down the diagonal, lopping off another demon's head and splitting the chest of the one you barged.

More pile in and you're forced back, axe whirling as bodies hit the floor around you. As you duck and spin to avoid an attack you see that your remaining men are sufficiently clear of harm and finish off the closest assailant before slamming the hilt of the axe on the floor and howling at the throng around you.

This has the desired effect of making them flinch back, confused and wary of what you're going to do next.

You take the opportunity to turn and sprint, soon catching up with your men. A glance over your shoulder shows the demons are preoccupied with killing the last of the police.

>>37136734
I'd imagine he got it half way through his career, when he made not a red shirt status. It's probably more adept at taking down demons than a standard fire arm so someone with skill would get it over someone without.

>>37136408
>beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Thats funny cause beholders think their beautiful and their not

>>37136776
they're*

>>37136762
'kay. I thought it was like a "Blades of Chaos" type situation.

Info dump about hornets:
>These insects eat some tree sap but they are also accomplished predators. A hornet hive will eliminate many flies, bees, and other insects.

>Workers defend their hive with potent stingers. Though these insects do not sting humans unless provoked, some people are allergic to their venom and can have very dangerous reactions to a sting.

>Hornets are often considered pests, particularly when they nest near humans, because they will defend a nest aggressively if they feel it is threatened. Though many people fear their sting, hornets usually get the worst of such encounters when their nests are poisoned or destroyed. In some areas, such as Germany, they are granted protection to preserve their role in the ecosystem.

Grammar nazis these days

>>37136825
Nice tripcode.

>>37136810
Blades of Chaos?

What does the hornet info have to do with this?

Also you and Ninnius can choose whichever, i like them both.

>>37135973

>27
With a flash of rage you slam you normal fist into your tainted side, pain searing through it as you shatter some of the cuboids. Your fist lies bloody, flesh gouged, torn nail. You flick it at the ground and the cuboid shards come free from it largely, you flex it as the tissues begin to regenerate.

The ripples your outburst inflicted upon the pool abate and you survey the damage the tainted side sustained. The damaged cuboids just out in geometric spikes and you see with astonishment that the fresh facets are a world apart from the matte grey exterior, instead reflecting light more perfectly than the greatest mirror. You turn slightly and scatter droplets of light across the water.

On top of that, your crimson blood trickles down through it and the stark contrast... Well, you have to admit it inspires that giddy fluttering inside you when you are faced with the exquisite.

Yes, you know what to do.

>55+20
You bash away at your tainted self, shredding your regular forearm to pulpy ribbons but you ignore that. Pain is superficial when you will only regenerate the damage later. In time you are done and admire your handiwork, one side fairly gleaming. You can feel the once-cuboids attempting to slowly reform but you impose your will, halting and placating their progress.

An aspect of you simply gazes in wonder at the myriad of clean edges that it comprises of now, no longer quelled by your initial revulsion.

As the last of your flesh reknits you tear your attention away.

Rolled 93, 9 = 102 (2d100)

>>37136741
>Name: Hando
>Gender: Male
>Age: 26
>Race: Human
>Fluff: He's a 4th reich fighting man, he will kick out the scum (non humans) carrying the banner of his people, He's a skinhead and a glorious fighter
>Equipment: Steel shiv, Prison armband 1 market carving knife and a hunting rifle with a small bundle of munitions for it. battleaxe
>Special Abilities: [Coke Rage] - You get a high bonus to attacks and withstanding damage, briefly. .
>Bonus: [Deutschland Uber Alles] -10 to interactions with non-Aryans, +5 to Goosestepping!

Action 1: Time to escape to the mountains
Action 2: ^

>>37137092
way to confuse both the dice and Qms Hando.

>>37136843
Nothing. I will concede. After all, the name "Geryon" is pretty good.

>>37137126
>They successfully escape up the tallest mountain, no sweat
>They fall off the other side

Rolled 37, 13 + 20 = 70 (2d100 + 20)

>>37136910

>Name: Lorenth

>Race: Angel(Archangel )

>Class: Mystical bard

>Cause: Restore the faith of his dead god with him as the new god and rule the land with hedonism.

>Fluff: For millenia I, Lorenth the meister of music, served by my god. My god was the god of beauty and music but he wasnt a human god. No he was a ruler of the entire concept of passions. I fought by him for millenia protecting and cultivating the worlds beauty, until an ancient appeared. This ancient, known only as The Silent Voice came to destroy the worlds beauty!! My lord gathered all his Angels, Paladins, and Clerics and we attacked the monster. The beast died and in the process destroyed my lord and most of his force. Me and my fellow angels slept for millenia, corrupted by the monster, only to awaken once our beauty and the corruption merged.

>Equipment: The scythe of passion. A mokn shaped sword able to cut through any thought, emotion, will, or belief and can twist any being to the wielders needs. It can even cut souls and destroy any concept from life to death.

>Special: I can control any passion or thought. Be it the will to die or lust i can make it reality and alter anything to fit its shape and power. I also give off an aura of any emotion i choose with my prefered ones being lust or ecstasy.

>Bonus: Can manipulate ANYTHING as long as a passion is linked to it(+20) for ex, if someone lust for another person, he can not only make that person theis but manipulate either of them through their passion, be it changing their race, gender, or power he can change them.

Search for large sources of magical power and head towards them.

>>37137262
>Find source of demon magical energy
>Die from coming near it
This basically sums up my roll

Can i change it to try to fix my singing voice instead?

>>37137569
They won't let us do that. It'd have to be pretty bad in order to kill an archangel even a weakened one.

>>37137569
>Rolling
>Finding it's a bad roll
>Trying to change it
Like, maaaan, c'maawwwn?

>>37137604
Jk keep it

>>37136273

"Yes... A stern talking-to..." you say, lightly tapping your chin. For her part Umeko looks bemused, fishing out her fan and wafting herself lightly.

You set the one you've been carrying down and ask everyone to each be ready to restrain them before instructing them to uncoil the wire, or in Yuki's case stop pressing on the horns.

The trio regain movement and start to glance around themselves, nervously seeking out escape routes or the like you suspect.

>99
"Now then." you begin, addressing them. "I understand you enjoy drinking sake but you have to realise that farmer puts a lot of effort into producing it. You can't just go and take it all. He relies on it all to make a living."

You notice with mild surprise that you have their rapt attention for some reason.

"You could think of it like this: suppose one of you had worked particularly hard on making a, err, tiger-fur bikini. Really ornate, fantastic fit, it's as good as can be. How would you react if someone then came and took it from you to wear themselves?"

Flashes of annoyance cross their face as they imagine this scenario.

"Well, I'd kil-"

"And what if that someone was stronger than you."

The oni falls silent, staring at her feet.

"Now, now, don't look so glum. The solution to this is actually rather simple. If you help out around here then people will give you things in return. That old man probably won't be too pleased to see you, but another farmer could probably use a hand. Or one of the woodcutters, maybe a hunter. Why, you-" you say gesturing to the lime green oni, "-were dancing fantastically! Perhaps the tavern would want you to perform? You're all strong, bundles of energy, you could really help out a lot around here and you'd be rewarded for your efforts!"

The trio brighten up at this and you notice in the corner of your eye that Yuki is also staring at you, mouth slightly agape. Peculiar.

>(Cont.)

>>37137765

"So whaddya say? Shall we go and see if we can get you all started?"

You're met with a chorus of cheers from them.

"Excellent, but before that I need you all to promise me you'll behave. If I ever, EVER find out you've gone back on this I will not be kind!" you say, voice turning stern once more.

They look at you aghast before kneeling and bobbing up and down on the floor, saying over that they will.

"Well then, let's get going! What are your names anyway?" you say brightly again, moving over to give them a hand up.

You look to the side and see Umeko just staring at you in bewilderment.

"Something the matter?" you ask her and she snaps out of it.
"You mean the fact you just talked those onis into doing honest work, the fact you can now apparently speak their language or the fact that there's been this glowing from above your head all the while?"

Glowing above your head? Hunh? You look up but fail to see anything.

"It moves with your head, Eriasu-san" says Yuki
"Oh. Well, uh, as for speaking their language I guess I must have accidentally used a technique practised by our order. It's called 'speaking in tongues' or 'glossolalia'. Also whaddya mean you can't believe I just talked them into it? You LITERALLY just suggested that to me!"
"Well, it was as a joke..."
"Right. Anyway, c'mon, we're taking Akane, Midori and Aoi over to the village elder to see if he knows who could use a hand."

---

A little while and an amusing discussion with the village elder later and you've secured some work for your mischievous onis. They're to help Dondo-san, a woodcutter who's getting on for his years. His frequent forays into the forest mean that he's accustomed to meeting all manner of creatures and with his creaky back he could really use the help.

Something about the way the elder said it makes you suspect that Dondo could use the company too, apparently his wife has died and his children moved away long before.

>(Cont.)

>>37137776

You give Aoi a tickle of her nubs the ones on her head, silly and wave them goodbye as they set off with the elder in search of Dondo.

Turning to your team you decide it's best to pursue those sandals next. Shouldn't take long to root them out and then you can focus on tracking down the missing wife.

The four of you head to the house of the man who'd put up the request to ask for more details.

>23
Unfortunately all that you learn is that it was a pair of straw sandals and that he was sure he left them beside the door one night. Oh, and that it was his favourite pair, well worn over the years and exceedingly comfy.

Sighing you turn to your team and decide that it would be best if you all split up and asked around the village.

Rolled 28, 44 = 72 (2d100)

>>37137765
>>37137776
>>37137784
>Name: Elias
>Gender: Male
>Age: 23
>Race: Human
>Fluff: Elias was born and raised in the holy order of the Saint-Warriors of the Thirteenth Apostle, or Apocyphtes, the result of the entirety of Mormon Utah separating and walling itself off to form a magic-based, technology-ignoring militarized order based off largely Catholic practices. It's his first time out of the order's moving headquarters, and he is determined to prove his worth to both his superior knights and the woman he left back at home, Karoline, gifting him a small purple armband embroidered with a golden heart that he would not forget her on his journeys. Elias is about 5'11, and has pale but healthy-looking skin, deep blue eyes, and shining, short blonde hair with just the tiniest hints of stubble. He's much more lean and toned than anything, but nicely-muscled from years of training.
>Equipment: Armband, Generic Broadsword, 8,500 Yen
>Companions: Yuki (Lancer), Kanada (Rogue), Umeko (Fan Mage)
>Special Abilities: [Smite] - Smite!
>Bonus: [Pure of Heart] - +10 to combating evil, +5 to resisting temptation. This bonus is lost if you abandon your waifu back home.

1. Yes, let's split up to ask questions around the village, but make sure we ask the right questions and get it done quickly so we can help this old man and move on to more pressing matters in time. Also, make sure we assign a meeting spot afterwards!

2. While we're at it, we should probably ask some questions about the missing wife as well, to see if people know something about her. I doubt anyone would know about our masked assailant.

>>37137877
>masked assailant.
You mean that guy who's helmet Yuki... tarnished?

>>37137921
Provoked assault is still assault. I have more stern talking-tos to give.

>>37137921
So...i know i dont deserve to ask but, which roll didya take m8

>>37137948
Neither, haven't started writing it yet

>>37136554

>68
You soon find a local pub without any trouble, The Duke of Cornwall, and step inside. The atmosphere is lively and you sweep your gaze about looking for a good candidate to ask for lift.

Party of five, youthful and loud... Odds are they're a full car anyway...
Some backpackers, not the best candidates for having a ride...

>93
"Are you looking for someone, m'dear?" comes a cordial voice from your side. You turn to see a gentleman sitting alone at a table, hair whitening but a light still in his eyes. He's wearing a smart woollen waistcoat over a well-fitted shirt and you spy a walking cane propped beside him.

>(Cont.)

>>37138205

"Ah, in a manner of speaking," you reply, "May I?" you gesture to the spare seat.
"Yes, yes, go right ahead. Been up on the moor have you?"

You draw the chair, unstrapping your rucksack and sitting down to join him, brushing a few errant strands from your face and giving him a warm smile.

"Yes indeed, my home is up there. I'm making my way over to Exeter."
"Aaah, I seee..." he says earnestly, "One of those big stone ones no doubt, explains why you talk so sensibly for someone of your generation. None of that 'swear on me mam' or 'like? like? like?' tripe you get nowadays!"
"Do they really speak like that?" you ask, "I'm afraid I'm a little out of touch from my peers."
"Goodness me do they ever! Now, you said something about looking for someone?"
"Ah, well I was hoping I might be able to pay someone to give me a ride into Exeter..."
"Gracious, are you perhaps unfamiliar with the notion of public transport? Buses and taxis and all that."
"I rather suspect I am."
"Well, essentially, they're what you're looking for. Scheduled public services that you pay for! Nevertheless, you needn't worry about that, I'll take you there myself!"
"Oh, how much do I ow-"
"Oh don't be so silly lass, there's a good many reasons that explain how preposterous a notion that is! Why, first and foremost, how could I call myself a gentleman were I not willing to help someone in need? Moreover, if the very fact that I live in Exeter and am to return there this very afternoon were not enough then let me cite that I am retired and have nothing better to do with my time than piddle about the countryside in an effort to amuse myself!"
"Well then thank you, you're too kind" you say, offering your hand, "The name's Mira."
"Geoffrey! And the pleasure is all mine, m'dear. I say, have you eaten yet? If not then I can wholeheartedly recommend the steak and kidney pie."

And with that I need to be absent for a little while to go shopping. The only food I have right now consists of christmassy chocolates and this issue is only compounded by the fact I've run out of toothpaste.

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>>37138215
Forgot to say, Geoffrey is pic related levels of dapper old gent

>>37138228
Just as my turn came up. Ah well Real life take precedent, happy hunting Ninnius.

>>37138390
Don't fear, I should be done and dusted within the hour

>>37138404
Not worried, it'll happen when it'll happen. Good luck with shopping.

>>37138448
>Good luck with shopping.
Thank you, I'll need it. Never know when those over-worked single mothers will flip, or a shelving unit stacked with tin cans will fall, or an automatic door will malfunction and crush me...
This is a healthy level of paranoia right?

>>37138472
Have fun
*Mumbles something about updates

>>37138472
As someone who works in a grocery store. I've had to clean shit off the floor in front of the pharmacy. So yes, yes it is.

>>37138535
You're after Me And Hando.

>>37138550
>Waiting for a game update
The struggle is real

>>37138592
Could always be worse. You could have rolled a 1

>>37138603
True theb i wouldnt have just died. I wouldve reincarnated as a demon lord npc and that wouldve sucked since i couldnt actually play him.

>>37138622
1s don't auto kill you in exploration, just means you get a sucky encounter while exploring, if it was combat yeah you'd be in trouble.

>>37138658
Guys if i say something horrible happens im joking. Even if i rolled 2 ones i already know it wouldnt be that bad

>>37138717
>>37138622
Stop this you're embarrasing yourself

>>37138215
Thank the good Man for his offer, and graciously accept. Kindness like this is hard thing to find these days. It's not be what we're used to, But we should conform to a new diet in the near future.
2 Pick up a bit of smalltalk about what's happening in the countryland. Our sheltered life did not help with our local savvyness . Try to find if there's any dangerous or sudden happenings around here.

Rolled 96, 30 = 126 (2d100)

>>37138810
Damn, let me try that again

>>37138834
>96
You accept the shit out of his offer!

Anyway, back.

>>37139070
I think this habit of getting epic rolls at the most simple of situation will bring me trouble in the future......

>>37139189
>Crit success on tying shoelaces

>>37136606

You move to follow in the dryad's footsteps. Branchsteps?

>64
You pop the head of the miserable shit beside you as you go, the quieting death gurgle pleases you.

The elevator shaft is replete with the cable used to suspend it and a quick tug affirms that it's secure. You can't afford to go the down the safer staircase route, by the time you'd reached the bottom all your leads would likely be missing. You bundle up some scraps of cloth that once comprised the possessed's clothes and wrap them round your hands. Wrapping yourself around the cable you start to slide down, the cloth saving your hands from the friction burns.

>53
You're moving too fast to really look out for traps and about half way down trigger a gout of ethereal flame that bursts around you. Fortunately, at the speed you're now going you were barely touched by it and soon find yourself clasping your hands tight to slow your descent, the ground rushing up to meet you.

You bend your legs to absorb the shock and hop up to the first floor doorway, pulling yourself up. You notice that vines have sprouted and entangled it, holding it open. As you get to your feet you see the dryad chasing after the receptionist as she exits the building, two of the smaller one tucked under each arm. The third hostage dryad is sitting stunned in the middle of the floor.

Rolled 14, 81 = 95 (2d100)

>>37139373
>>Darius Greene
>Male
> 32
>Human
> A veteran of war against demon and other supernatural threats Darius, retired after a particularly grueling and lethal mission. He returned to his home only to find it a charnel house, all his family dead except for his youngest sister. Now he's out to find her with the only thing he kept from his old job, a magically enhanced six shooter.
>Equipment: Magic six shooter, pimpin' cowboy hat, half-full hipflask(cheap and strong liquor),957$,,tattered playing cards, bag of $9k
>Special Abilities: [Quick hands] - you can unload your six shooter in the blink of an eye!
>Bonus: [I've seen things...] - As a veteran of conflicts against the unimaginable you don't even bat an eyelid when faced with horrors (+5 to rolls when facing the supernatural). Alas, your past exploits haunt your dreams and you can never quite get a good night's sleep - you have a mild dependancy of coffee.

Well time to put a cap in Mrs.Sudoku. Aim for the lower legs, need her exhibitionist ass alive.

>>37139430
Really hoping i miss my first shot but nail her with my second.

>>37139523
Nail as in dead as a door nail? Writing...

>>37139635
More akin to putting a bullet into her leg with enough force to nail her to the ground. I'd like her alive if possible.

>>37139669
I know, I was just teasing you.

>>37139696
Shame about no sarcasm font here.

Had DMs pull that on me before with no reason other than spite, so i am a little ticky.

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>>37136711
>>37139696
You skipped me

>>37139921
I'm writing you now, the entirety of >>37139635
was me teasing. Darius is at the end of the queue.

>>37139921
I'm in back of Queue now you're next i believe.

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>>37139921
Ash

>>37136711

You feel no need to make an immediate swoop to kill the Moose, better to play it safe and whittle it down to its inevitable demise.

>54
You cross to its hind and with a swift motion sever the tendons in its hind legs, effectively stilling the creature. You criss cross around it, adding further nicks, cuts, gashes, aiming to bleed it try.

As you go about this you find time to consider your options at this point. Obviously you have a duty to bring the Sun's own grace to each and everyone here. There's also that curious ornate pole, tucked away somewhere in an upper level that you'd be interested in examining further. As for how to escape this walled in arena you've found yourself in... well there's that tunnel that deposited you here in the first place, though the ceiling is far too high for you to reach normally. There's also a couple large metal gates dotting the walls, presumably where they send in more combatants in the regular fashion.

>62
The beast moans and makes a futile effort with its forelimbs to prop itself up but doesn't have the strength to do so. In desperation it swivels its head and brays a burst of flame in your direction but you're ready for this and dive into a roll, coming up behind its head as it busies itself with inhaling.

You slam the end of your spear down into its eye socket and hammer it home with the hilt of you gladius. The creature convulses and lies still and with a wrench you retrieve your weapon.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it seems you can't lead a moose to spears but you can put a spear in its eye! And now comes the moment you've all been waiting for, the time of the evening where the audience participation comes into play! Will our newly recovered Romulus walk or do we send in the next contestant?!"

Well it's time to act if you intend to.

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Rolled 16, 32 = 48 (2d100)

>Name: Mister Lister
>Gender: Male
>Age: 17
>Race: Human
>Fluff: Just a normal teenage boy. Has a bit of an over-imaginative imagination. Thinks he looks cool and mysterious when he's wrapped up in bandages. Headed out for adventure. A miracle that he's managed to stay alive.


>Equipment
>Special Abilities
>Bonus

Not sure if you're accepting more players, but I'm going to try at least.

>>37140369
Hahah, nice fluff. I'm still accepting players but it will be a little while before I get through the queue to you.

>>37137092

You lead your men back into the market square and order them into six teams of ten, your two bodyguards sticking with you. As per your instruction they close up the eastern barricade and gather a wealth of supplies. One of the squad leaders suggests that you offer worthy town citizens the chance to flee with you since you could use all the able bodies around right now. He also adds that if your movement were to need to isolate itself from current affairs as a, you know, precautionary measure then having women would ensure its survival.

>What do you think of his proposal?

Second part of this update coming after you answer this, takes priority.

Rolled 2, 1 = 3 (2d100)

>>37141142
I accept it

>>37141271
Whew, good thing your rolls were completely irrelevant

>>37141285
Yeah...

>>37141271
>>37141285
>>37141340
I'll be honest i had to look at the dice again because of how low the were.

>>37141285
Then I never got an update again. The end!

>>37141389
Jesus, the world isn't all about you. Can you wait ten seconds for actual interesting stories to get updated instead of wasting posts annoying Ninnius every ten seconds to update your superpowerfulgodoftheuniversebetterthaneveryone (But i swera i'll self limit xd)? You'll get your ego-stroking paragraph in time, taking time away from actual cool story arcs (Read: Literally everyone else)

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Rolled 49, 50 = 99 (2d100)

>>37140104
>Name: Romulus Rastavius Rex
>Gender: ?
>Age: ?
>Race: ?
>Fluff: Purify the Heathens. In his name, let none survive.

>Equipment: Full suit of plate armour, heavily dated in style. Long spear and gladius, age showing in the beaten metal. The spear shaft looks new, you've replaced it often. Bitching cloak, great for keeping your warm if temperature still had hold on you.
>Special Abilities: [Even in Death] - It's not really known what may kill you for it is not really known what manner of being you are.
>Bonus: [I have moved for so long...] - Time has long since raked its claws through your mind and memories. You no longer recall who you are, or how you came to be. All that you know are the actions most ingrained in your being: fighting. +10 to combat rolls, -100 to filling out application forms.

1-2; "What is this game you play with me? I only wish to spread the grace of my lord to the blighted here. You will give me answers or I will smite you until you do."

>>37141389
Dude he does it a queue stop whining. You're after Durza/Hando then Elias, then Mira then Me then Lister then ash. Waiting is something that has to happen. Stop being so self important

>>37141435
Not the most tactful approach.

>>37141467
That gif....... Da fuq man?

>>37141435
I was literally going to tell him just kidding right now. Ive Qmes before so i know how itfeels to multitask and take time

>>37141285
Anyway sry i was just kidding hope you dont take this me to seriously. Especially considering this is 4chan but yeah no rush

>>37141495
>That gif
>>37141467
And so Romulus stumbles through one of the gateways and gets lost a while, eventually coming out into a chamber to find some metal-armed girl molesting another with gusto...

>>37141495
>>37141502
Mean you after Hando. then you the the rest i typed out.

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>>37141550
>>37141495
It's from the Queens Blade.

>>37141495
>>37141562
Im not trying to rush OP but i thought that since its 4chan my post wouldnt be taken to seriously. Sry i dont try to be a that guy but yeah. Ill calm down and wait.

>>37141550
Sry OP i was just joking.

Bumping for OP

>>37141142

You send your squads to scour the immediate housing districts for any interested in joining up, letting everyone know of the demon horde currently ravaging the town's only defenses. A good many people fly into a panic, boarding themselves in, rushing to their vehicles, crying on the floor...

A decent number return with your men to the market square, and you look them over with an appraising eye, turning away those who aren't fit enough to survive. You note that they are predominantly blond, presumably the non-blonds were more fearful of their treatment at your hands. You give them a rousing speech, letting them know that you'll be keeping a close eye on them and that if they perform well you will consider them to be one of your own.

>With this you have 62 trusted members of the 4th Reich and 73 others, of which 48 are women

You let out a rousing cheer to inspire everyone and take the lead out of town, your squads of true aryans interspersing the newly gathered rabble. You initiate a marching song and everyone falls in step, the spirit of the fatherland is infectious.

>93, +5 for goose-stepping

Your band makes rapid progress, legs swinging high and proud. Even the fresh recruits keep up.

Before the sun even sets you have managed to ascend the mountains to the far west of the town and you order a halt for everyone to take a breather. The civilians all slump to the ground panting whilst your men start roving to dole our rations or scout the area. You've crossed through a pass on the mountain and you and your bodyguards scamper up the rocks to get a better view of things.

>9
Only to find that you're pretty lost, somehow the town is nowhere in sight.
Still, that means it's harder for demons to find you, so silver linings and all that?

Also, I've massively slowed at writing now (as if you hadn't noticed) so apologies. Being distracted by other things

Rolled 2, 44 = 46 (2d100)

>>37135681
>>37135690
Welp, this becomes even further confusing.

Hug her back. Ask what happened, check if we're still wearing clothes and if we're particularly sore anywhere.

>>37137262

It's about time to track down the powers that be in this world, you think. Extinguish all that defy your god and assume control until he returns as you have.

You extend your sphere of perception around you, searching for the closest source of magical power that is worthy of your attentions, humming lightly to yourself as you do so.

>37
You attentions latch onto a pulsing, rapid in tempo, sketchy in rhythm. A torrid mess of power. It will serve nicely for your first target, unstable and unruly. Alas it seems to be quite a ways away and you turn to meet the direction it comes from, setting off to find it.

>13
As you cross the land in hunt you realise you're about to head through that place of scorched land and smog. This upsets your contentment but you drive onwards all the same, feet scuffing the ragged surface. You find yourself heading deeper inwards, the lava spouts in plumes, flecks searing away your skin where their land or cooling nestled between the angular spikes on your other side, impeding the movement until you tire of it and flex, shattering the rock. Your left foot is blackened and sore but you pay it no heed at you near your mark.

You push through a dense burst of smoke to find yourself in the presence of another being. It transfixes you with a stare as you take stock of its appearance. Knobbly face punctured by long spines, four arms with tapered talons and legs of a beast. Its skin is a dull red and lacklustre, only the brilliant tangerine eyes serve your love for beauty.

Alright, I seem to have pretty much slowed to a halt tonight. Any increments to the next updates will be horded for tomorrow

>>37146767
So if i replied now you would update tomorrow you mean?

>>37146817
Well, no guarantees as to when it'll happen though I do intend to but yeah, there's no point in delaying your chosen course of action so long as you've thought it through and decided on it.

Rolled 26, 54 + 20 = 100 (2d100 + 20)

>>37146855
Oh alright

>Name: Lorenth

>Race: Angel(Archangel )

>Class: Mystical bard

>Cause: Restore the faith of his dead god with him as the new god and rule the land with hedonism.

>Fluff: For millenia I, Lorenth the meister of music, served by my god. My god was the god of beauty and music but he wasnt a human god. No he was a ruler of the entire concept of passions. I fought by him for millenia protecting and cultivating the worlds beauty, until an ancient appeared. This ancient, known only as The Silent Voice came to destroy the worlds beauty!! My lord gathered all his Angels, Paladins, and Clerics and we attacked the monster. The beast died and in the process destroyed my lord and most of his force. Me and my fellow angels slept for millenia, corrupted by the monster, only to awaken once our beauty and the corruption merged.

>Equipment: The scythe of passion. A mokn shaped sword able to cut through any thought, emotion, will, or belief and can twist any being to the wielders needs. It can even cut souls and destroy any concept from life to death.

>Special: I can control any passion or thought. Be it the will to die or lust i can make it reality and alter anything to fit its shape and power. I also give off an aura of any emotion i choose with my prefered ones being lust or ecstasy.

>Bonus: Can manipulate ANYTHING as long as a passion is linked to it(+20) for ex, if someone lust for another person, he can not only make that person theis but manipulate either of them through their passion, be it changing their race, gender, or power he can change them.

Try to understand this new creatures being.

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>>37141467
>that gif
The next challenger... could it be?

>>37149656
Just about to head to bed, but did you have any particular plans for Romulus?

>>37149687
Nothing much. He'd live in Zombie Rome with his Sabine Banshee wife? Maybe Remus would show up, or something.

>>37133529
>Kinda thinking of dropping out, lotta people here now, finding it more fun to watch everyone else than fly around cluelessly.
Please don't do that, you'll get there eventually. Just don't give up!

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>>37149687
>>37149840
Romulus' history is a mystery I'd like to keep as long as possible. Everything about him is suppose to be a mystery, he's essentially a walking piece of armour right now.

>>37150064
Sure, dimentia and whatnot.

>>37150149
I know his history it's just a mystery to everybody else

Bump.
Please try to keep the in-thread clutter to a minimum. We are at 261 posts, and a great deal of them were a line or two pestering Ninnius or short conversations about nothing in particular. Some of it was important fluffing, a lot wasn't.

Rolled 85, 85 = 170 (2d100)

>>37142868
>Name: Hando
>Gender: Male
>Age: 26
>Race: Human
>Fluff: He's a 4th reich fighting man, he will kick out the scum (non humans) carrying the banner of his people, He's a skinhead and a glorious fighter
>Equipment: Steel shiv, Prison armband 1 market carving knife and a hunting rifle with a small bundle of munitions for it. battleaxe
>Special Abilities: [Coke Rage] - You get a high bonus to attacks and withstanding damage, briefly. .
>Bonus: [Deutschland Uber Alles] -10 to interactions with non-Aryans, +5 to Goosestepping!

Action 1: Go east towards russia
Action 2: ^

>>37154921
Wow, the entire Atlantic Ocean. You're going to have to find a plane unless you want to trek through a demon kingdom.

>>37155062
Wouldn't a boat work better considering only a large plane could carry that many people.

>>37154921
Yeah, uh, as pointed out you're kinda in the middle of north america in what's known as the United States of Texas or UST

I mean, sure, you CAN try to get to Russia but it's not gonna be easy. You're welcome to change your vote up, depending on what you switch to I might require a reroll for the sake of not guaranteeing the success of something absurd.

>>37158441
About where is Darius on the map oh wise one?

>>37158458
Currently in Dallas.

As for updates, I'm largely done. Got three left and Hando's when he confirms or revises his choice of actions.

>>37158504
So depending on how Hando moves and where my hunt takes me, we could run into each other? Why do I feel like that's a bad thing?

>>37158441
I'll go eastward den

>>37159525
For the record, you've just fled west from the demons that came from the east.

>>37159593
Go west den

>>37159593
Take your time Ninnius :)

>>37160907
Fuck off, Lorenth. No one likes you.

>>37161164
Stop turning Lorenth into Meg, Meg.

Alright, I've apparently hit a slump in capacity to write for now. Updates for all but Hando, sorry dude.

>>37137877

You quickly designate the inn as the place to meet back up again at dinnertime, leaving a few hours for you all to try and gather information. You think it wise to also ask around about that missing wife whilst you're at it, where people saw her last and so forth. Having each picked part of the village to comb through you split up, Kanada giving a mock salute before running off.

>28, 44
You sit down and lean back against a tree with a sigh. Everyone you've asked has been remarkably unhelpful on the whole, though through no fault of their own, you're sure. You suppose that expecting someone to have seen the sandals lying around was a bit silly, they'd have simply returned them already by now if they did. As for leads on the missing wife... Well it seems she was here one day, gone the next. You'd have to ask her husband when he last saw her to be certain but you get the impression it was overnight. Many of the villagers hadn't noticed immediately since she often kept to herself at home. One particularly verbose lady had also offered her opinion that the husband was spending too much time with their neighbour.

You take a quick swig from your canteen and stand back up again, turning to face the veritable mountain before you. Figures that everyone would leave you with the bit of the village that extended halfway up it, a lone pair of houses perched on its side. You recall the moment when you'd boldly said 'Well I'll take that last bit then' to be met with Umeko doing that laugh of hers. You're starting to think it's a warning sign.

You sling your broadsword back on and set forth once more.

---

Lord Baby Jesus up on high that was somehow steeper than it looked.

You rest a moment to catch your breath before walking into the levelled area only to catch the sound of shouting from behind one of the huts.

"Ora, ora, ORA! How's it feel to be trodden on, eh old man?!"

>>37138810

>96
"Why, that sounds perfect right now!" you reply and without missing a beat Geoffrey nods and turns to the serving girl that just crossed past him, ordering a second one. You open your mouth to protest at him treating you but he flaps his hand to dismiss it and you settle for a smile.

Yesterday's events weigh heavily on your mind but it's a miracle what a little unfettered kindness can do to ease oneself.

"So how have you passed your morning anyway?" you ask, making light conversation.
"Oh, I came to forcibly play croquet with an old friend. The bastard hasn't replied to my letters in three years!"

You laugh at the notion of Geoffrey turning up on your doorstep one morning, wooden mallet in hand as he demands a game with you.

"And how did your friend react?"
"Same as always, he set his hounds on me and then gave in after they just rolled over. The trick is to find that spot behind the ears, they can never resist a good scratch!"

By this point you can't help yourself and burst out laughing, shaking with mirth and earning a few odd looks from the table next to you which sets Geoffrey chortling as well.

"Oh pay them no mind, some people are born dull. And may I say, you have a fine pair of lungs on you, no two ways about it."

At this point the serving girl returns with your food and you both dig in. He was right, this pie IS good.

---

Having finished up he'd led you to the carpark and opened the boot for you to stash your rucksack. You note the croquet set nestled to one side and a large, boxy case amongst other things before closing it and moving round to the passenger seat, nestling into the plush leather.

"So before I set off," he says as he climbs in, "whereabouts in Exeter would you like to go?"

>(Cont.)

>>37161852

You fish the address out and recite it to him, omitting the name of your contact. He's silent for a moment and you turn to look at him to see him gazing into space only for him to snap his attention back to you, humour playing across his eyes again.

"Ah, I know it, lovely old place, has a small tower on one side and everything. One of my old acquaintances resides there now I believe, though for the life of me I can't recall the name. Will you be looking for transportation back this way tonight by the way?"
"I don't believe so," you reply as he turns on the engine, reversing out, "Say, I've been a bit out of touch with everything to say the least - are there any dangerous or sudden happenings around that I should be aware of?"

>30
"Nothing that would perturb a child of the moor, hahah. There's the odd crime here and there, you'd be surprised how many samurai swords are involved. Other than that the fiercest thing of late has been the outcry after fox-hunting was illegalised." He pauses before continuing, "No, nowadays it's really only the march of technology and progress that threatens. To be sure it's made this country great again but with each iteration I only feel cast further astray. That great networked consciousness they have running now, it's never sat quite right with me."
"Ah, I see... Say, I don't mean to pry but that case in the boot caught my eye..."
"Hahah, ask away m'dear! The item in question happens to house my saxophone, now when I was younger..."

And so he proceeds to detail a portion of his life in which he travelled as a part of a jazz quartet. His exploits are extensive enough to fill the remainder of the hour's drive and the time flies past as you listen attentively.

>(Cont.)

>>37161870

You see the great gleaming spires that jut from the city, marking the server nodes and then you're twisting through the new builds that ring the settlement until you make your way into the heart of it, architecture giving way to various period pieces. Soon you pull over beside a row of old houses that are tucked away from the main streets. You note that one of them has a tower.

"Well, we've arrived Mira." says Geoffrey, rummaging around in the glove compartment, "I'll give you my address, don't hesitate to call upon me if you have the need." he says as he hands you the slip of paper he just scrawled on.

"Thanks again for everything."
"Hahah, don't mention it! You take care now, alright?"
"Right." you say, flashing a smile as your thoughts turn inward to reflect that you wish it were that easy.

You collect your rucksack from the boot and give him a wave before turning to the front door. You swallow and swing the knocker three solid times and wait.

A couple of minutes later and it swings open to reveal a woman in a severe dress looking at you with pursed lips.

"I-I'd like to speak with Mr Penrose if you please." you manage.
"Is he expecting you?"

>>37139430

Shit, you can't afford to let her get away!

>14
You flick your pistol up and fire on instinct but the receptionist has cleared the building and your shot fails to meet her.

Cursing you track her movement through the large glass window she's now running past and pull the trigger only to be met with an empty clicking - of course, you failed to reload after dealing with the crap upstairs.

>81
You dash towards the window and swing one of the waiting chairs through it before leaping out, reloading your gun as you sprint after the receptionist rushing down the street only to see her turn past the corner before you finish. There's a crash as the dryad follows you through the window but you focus on propelling yourself after your quarry.

Turning the corner you see a car speeding away, committing the number plate to memory.

The dryad skids to a halt beside you and you turn to face her solemnly.

"She got away."

>>37140369

Equipment: Carbolic acid, small roll of surgeon tools, spare bandages
Special Abilities: [Whirling Fury!] - You spin around, making good use of those ballet lessons you’d been forced to attend as a child. Doesn’t really do much but has the potential to entangle things with your bandages, confuse your foes or give someone a nasty knock if they get too close to your flailing arms.
Bonus: [Head in the clouds] - When life gives you lemons you dream of lemonade! You can generally pretend most situations are better than they are but sometimes suffer from paranoia.

Any particular desired starting locations or shall I pick something at random?

>>37161935
Wherever is fine with me.

>>37141467

>49,50
You call out your demands in a grating voice that is somewhat drowned out by the roars of the crowds. It seems Domonette heard you well enough though as he smugly announces in reply.

"Yes, yes, it seems the years were not kind on your poor old memory... But what is this that delights my ears? The crowd wishes to see you fight again? Perhaps this next challenger will help you recollect! Or perhaps not!"

There is a rattling of chains moving and a screech as rusty iron scrapes and you turn to see one of the gates drawing upon, nothing but murky dark beyond. A giant of a man steps through, lightly equipped. He wears a full helmet and loincloth, grasping a wicked trident and weighted net.

He steps forth and slams the butt of the trident on the ground three times, sending the crowd into a hushed silence.

>>37145955

>2
Your mind is in utter disarray, thoughts whirling, disjointed voices clamouring to be heard, all talking over each other in an incomprehensible tangle. Your vision swims before you and it's all you can do to squeeze Niamh to you, a stable rock in the storm. For her part she just makes soothing noises in your ear and strokes your back in an effort to comfort you.

---

Eventually you head settles down and you begin to take stock of yourself, slowing flexing muscles all over to see if you're sore anywhere. Nope, don't seem to be, certainly not like that morning after the lepercorns. You shift slightly and find that you're naked under the sheets. Your grip slackens on Niamh and she draws back to give you some space.

"What happened?" you manage to utter.

>44
"I... I don't know, I was coming back from stocking up on food when I found you passed out on the street. Had to lug you home. I gave you a quick bath as well, you were a bit dirty and I kinda hoped it'd wake you... I take it you had a nightmare though? Do you want to talk about it?"