>>41551686
>>Hey. I’m not unconscious, not dead. Watch it.

>>41551686
>>Reward Reeber for his faithfulness to the true Imperiate.
>>I feel like I had my brains smashed out by a slice of lemon wrapped around a gold brick.
>>Are we there yet?

>>41551686
>>Pretend to sleep so you can hear more juicy gossip about yourself.
Then when its appropriate
"Dont be talkin shit"

>>41551686
this is the first time I've ever made one of these. Mostly just read on the archive.

>Pretend to sleep so you can hear more juicy gossip about yourself.

>>41551686
>>Pretend to sleep so you can hear more juicy gossip about yourself.
>>Reward Reeber for his faithfulness to the true Imperiate.
>>I feel like I had my brains smashed out by a slice of lemon wrapped around a gold brick.

>>41551686
>Pretend to sleep so you can hear more juicy gossip about yourself.

Because why not.

>>41551686
>Are we there yet?

>Reward Reeber for his faithfulness to the true Imperiate.
>I feel like I had my brains smashed out by a slice of lemon wrapped around a gold brick.

>>41551686
>I feel like I had my brains smashed out by a slice of lemon wrapped around a gold brick.
>Reward Reeber for his faithfulness to the true Imperiate.
>Other
"Give me a fucking break. I only found out about all this shit, like, a year ago."

>>41551686
>>Reward Reeber for his faithfulness to the true Imperiate.

>>41551686
"You shouldn't talk like that within the earshot of the one more powerful than all of you combined."
>Reward Reeber for his faithfulness to the true Imperiate.

>>41551686
>Other (?)
"Wow, it's like there's a party in my skull and everyone's throwing up."

>>41551686
>Pretend to sleep so you can hear more juicy gossip about yourself.

>>41551686
>>Pretend to sleep so you can hear more juicy gossip about yourself.
>>Reward Reeber for his faithfulness to the true Imperiate.
>>I feel like I had my brains smashed out by a

>>41551686
>Pretend to sleep so you can hear more juicy gossip about yourself.

Curious Sierra

>>41551686
>Pretend to sleep so you can hear more juicy gossip about yourself.

>Reward Reeber for his faithfulness to the true Imperiate.
>Quit with the slander, be more like Reeber, simply accept my utter magnificence.
>Even my shadow aches, that just straight up shouldn't happen.

>>41551686
>>Pretend to sleep so you can hear more juicy gossip about yourself.

>>41551966
If pretend to sleep wins, can we still use this!?
I fucking love it.

>>41551686
"Do too."

>>41551686
>Oh come one, I've got at least part of an idea. Probably.
>I know what I, like, don't know.

>>41551686
>>Pretend to sleep so you can hear more juicy gossip about yourself.
>>Reward Reeber for his faithfulness to the true Imperiate.
>>I feel like I had my brains smashed out by a slice of lemon wrapped around a gold brick.

>>41552102
That guy just took a quote from Futurama, anon.

I guess it's still totally the kind of thing Sierra would say, but still. Maybe one of the people here should call her on it if she does say it.

>>41552697
I am aware of the quote, it's part of why I like it. It's also a bit ridiculous. which is the other part.

You don’t want to give up the gig and let them know you’re no longer out of it. Then you’d miss out on them gossiping about you.

But even if you’re supposed to be dead or whatever, that doesn’t mean you can’t reward your Reeber blanket for his faithfulness to the only true Imperiate of hell.

You gently reach your claws behind his horns and scratch at his skull – you feel his leathery flesh twitch under your fingertips, him pointing his sharp ears in your direction, though you keep your eyes closed. You don’t really want to chance it being bright, given your current state of trashedness.

The conversation continues unabated. “Sierra’s not clueless,” says Ro. “She’s a little reckless sure, but that’s just who she is.”

“I don’t mean it like that,” says Mori. “You don’t see her like I do.”

You hear Xan yawning. “And how do you see her, then?” she asks.

“Whenever she uses magic, it’s like a bomb’s going off,” says Moriah. “Vik. You know when you and Sierra were showing off with your light spells?”

“I’m still not getting over that white fire,” says Vik. “My instincts keep telling me to post pics on Facebook.”

“Sierra uses five times the amount of power to do the same thing as you,” she tells her. “Her spells, her evocation... most of the power she puts into her magic radiates into the aether because she’s barely focusing it.”

Vikrama scoffs. “Sierra has more focus than I do,” she says. “You were there last night. She held it together and knocked thousands of pounds of mass out of our way.”

“I didn’t say she’s unfocused,” says Moriah. “You’re working from a lower starting base. Your skills get your further.”

>>41551686
>Your hurt.
C'mon Lawnguy.

>>41552937

Rowan speaks again. “So if Vikrama’s riding a bike, Sierra’s riding a motorcycle magic-wise?”

“If Vikrama’s riding a bike, Sierra’s flying a jet fighter,” Moriah says flatly. “I’m... really proud of her, actually. That she doesn’t crash.”

“Yeah...” Ro says.

You can feel Vik’s curiosity flaring. “What happens if she does crash? Or... I’m not really sure I’m following this metaphor.”

You feel the air in the car grow tense, though that might just be you being Belphegoran or whatever. Either way, this isn’t really a topic you want anyone talking about. (+3 Stress: 57)

>Or in other words, my arcane mileage is absolute crap. I mean, makes sense, all the best cars have crap fuel economy.
>Yeah, I was eavesdropping for fun, but now let’s talk about something else.
>Have you ever seen Hellboy? It’s like that.
>How many miles to Canada? Or should I say... kilometers?
>Ugh. I feel like there’s a party in my skull and everybody’s throwing up.
>I knew there had to be a reason I liked Top Gun so much.
>Ro, what do you think postage would be to mail Satt to Porthcawl?
>Other (?)

>>41552958

I'M SORRY

>>41552974
>Ugh. I feel like there’s a party in my skull and everybody’s throwing up.

>>41552974
>>I knew there had to be a reason I liked Top Gun so much.
>>How many miles to Canada? Or should I say... kilometers?

>>41552974
>Or in other words, my arcane mileage is absolute crap. I mean, makes sense, all the best cars have crap fuel economy.
>Ugh. I feel like there’s a party in my skull and everybody’s throwing up.
>I knew there had to be a reason I liked Top Gun so much.

>>41552974
>I knew there had to be a reason I liked Top Gun so much.
>Or in other words, my arcane mileage is absolute crap. I mean, makes sense, all the best cars have crap fuel economy.
>Have you ever seen Hellboy? It’s like that.

>>41552974
Does this mean we should ask how to use less power for the same effect?

>>41552974
>>Have you ever seen Hellboy? It’s like that.
>>How many miles to Canada? Or should I say... kilometers?
>>Ugh. I feel like there’s a party in my skull and everybody’s throwing up.
>>I knew there had to be a reason I liked Top Gun so much.

>>41552974
>Ugh. I feel like there’s a party in my skull and everybody’s throwing up.
>Ro, what do you think postage would be to mail Satt to Porthcawl?

>>41553057
we can probably learn

>>41552974
>Have you ever seen Hellboy? It’s like that.
>Ugh. I feel like there’s a party in my skull and everybody’s throwing up.

>>41552974
>[explosion noises and halfhearted gesticulation]

>>41552974
>...at least jets get to have wings.

>>41552998
Languid, im sure this has been asked before, but what time zone are you in?

>>41552974
>>Or in other words, my arcane mileage is absolute crap. I mean, makes sense, all the best cars have crap fuel economy.
>Have you ever seen Hellboy? It’s like that.
>How many miles to Canada? Or should I say... kilometers?
>Ugh. I feel like there’s a party in my skull and everybody’s throwing up.
>I knew there had to be a reason I liked Top Gun so much.

>>41553228
...why did we not think of this sooner

>>41553252
He's in MST, the zone he announces with whenever he schedules sessions.

>>41552974
>Other (?): Make an explosion noise

>>41553327
Thank you kind anon

>>41552974
>Other (?)
"If it makes you feel better, being a Landmaster is like having cheat codes."

>>41553327
Wish he could just post that he's "Starting x hours from now", so I wouldn't have to check when the fuck MST is compared to CEST.

>>41552974
>Ro, what do you think postage would be to mail Satt to Porthcawl?

>>41553492
Just start remembering to add 8 hours to everything he posts. Timezones aren't hard to navigate.

>>41553612
I think you mean 9 hours. Languid ain't started on time for a year.

In answer to Vik’s question, you lift your hands from Reeber’s neck to raise them above yourself like a nuclear mushroom cloud. “Vwuppsshhhcrrklklllll,” you narrate.

“How long have you been awake, sleepy head?” Ro asks from the front.

“Long enough to know you guys are talking crap about me,” you say with mock indignation.

“Pshaw,” says Xan, leaning over the back of her seat to peer down at you. “They wouldn’t dare slight you in your direct presence. You have them disciplined that well, at the very least. Besides, they’re comparing you to a fighting jet. It is appropriate – except for how you do not have wings like a jet. In that way it is not appropriate one whit.”

You groan, and Xan snickers ruefully. You don’t need this right now.

Uncomfortably, you sit up, moving Reeber around so he’s on your lap instead of on your chest. You squint painfully at the car. Daylight filters through the windows. Geeze, how long were you out? “Ugh. It’s like there’s a party in my skull and everybody’s throwing up.” You shake your head, trying to get your hair untangled from your horns.

“Huh. I thought you’d feel worse,” Ro says. “You’ll feel better in an hour.”

“Why’s that?” you ask suspiciously.

“We’re almost in Redwood National Park,” she replies.

You try to do the Google maps in your head. “What happened to Eureka?” You’re pretty sure Eureka happens before the next park.

“We drove through in the morning,” says Vikrama. “You were still passed out, so we all did a couple things and kept on trucking.”

“It was fun,” Moriah notes in a dull tone. “We bought hats.”

Before you can ask, Xanissil presents you with your very own red hat with ‘Eureka’ stitched tastelessly on the front. “Viola,” she says.

>No, it’s pronounced ‘Eureka’.
>Wow. Just wow.
> I’m going to pass out again, wake me up when there’s some huge trees or whatever.
>Welp. You know what this means. Hats on for the rest of the day.
>Where’s Reeber’s hat?
>Other (?)

>>41554068
>Put the hat on Reeber

>>41554068
>>Where’s Reeber’s hat?

>>41554068
>Where’s Reeber’s hat?
>Put the hat on Reeber
>Welp. You know what this means. Hats on for the rest of the day.

>>41554068
>No, it’s pronounced ‘Eureka’.
>Welp. You know what this means. Hats on for the rest of the day.

>>41554068
>You will pay for this treachery, et cetera et cetera.
>Where's breakfast?
[insert sass from gormless friends]
>Feed the jet engine!

>>41554068
>Wow. Just wow.
>Other (?)
Summon Monster. See what he has to say for himself.

>>41554068
>I look forward to seeing you all wear your hats everywhere.

>>41554068
>>No, it’s pronounced ‘Eureka’.
>>Where’s Reeber’s hat?
And
>>41554194
Feed the jet engine, we're probably starved.

>>41554068
>Other (?)
"...So, is everyone OK? I mean, we did just get jumped by the residents of Innsmouth."

>>41554068
>Other (?)
So, Vik, you got chased into a paper mill? That's where the paper tiger came from? Baller. It's kind of like the T-1000 chasing John Connor into a Steel Foundry. But, you know, with paper."

You turn the hat over to get a look at the tag. “Impressed,” you say, slipping the hat on Reeber’s head. It doesn’t really fit, but Reeber’s chill with it for now. “So... you guys aren’t actually like, fish people copies of my real friends, right?”

“Well how do we know you’re not fish copies of our real friends?” Rowan shoots back. “Tell us something only the real Sierra would know.”

You don’t have anything good planned. “Uh. Like. Hold on a second, let me think of something.”

Vikrama nods satisfactorily. “It’s her.”

“Whatever,” you say dismissively. “Just wear your dumb hats already.”

“Only if you wear yours,” Rowan says.

You transfer the hat from Reeber’s head to yours, though the others are a little slow to follow suit, with the notable exception of Xanissil. “I wear this hat with pride,” she tells you in a serious tone.

You’re sure she does. “I know you guys betrayed me or whatever with the Eureka thing, but this jet needs fuel. Like, as in food. I’m starved. Stellar horsepower, terrible MPG, you know the deal.”

Vikrama takes the occasion to show you her smartphone, which is on a maps view of the park. “There’s a whole bunch of little diners,” she says. “We’ll scoot through one and go find a landwell or two before bouncing on to Seattle. Sound like a plan?”

>Hey. I’m supposed to be the one excited about landwells. You’re stealing my thunder. (Add thunder sounds)
>It’s a good thing you’re not the landmaster here. The earth wouldn’t stand a chance with you at the helm.
>Okay, so now that I’m not dead, what was the deal with you and that paper mill last night? I mean seriously.
>What’s the word on where the wells are? Any good spots?
>You know, the last few wells I’ve taken, it’s been like... whoosh, power, but then I can’t really... get to it. You feel me?
>Other (?)

>>41554653
>Okay, so now that I’m not dead, what was the deal with you and that paper mill last night? I mean seriously.

>>41554653
>Okay, so now that I’m not dead, what was the deal with you and that paper mill last night? I mean seriously.
>You know, the last few wells I’ve taken, it’s been like... whoosh, power, but then I can’t really... get to it. You feel me?

>>41554653
>Hey. I’m supposed to be the one excited about landwells. You’re stealing my thunder. (Add thunder sounds)
>Okay, so now that I’m not dead, what was the deal with you and that paper mill last night? I mean seriously.
>You know, the last few wells I’ve taken, it’s been like... whoosh, power, but then I can’t really... get to it. You feel me?

>>41554653
>Hey. I’m supposed to be the one excited about landwells. You’re stealing my thunder. (Add thunder sounds)
>What’s the word on where the wells are? Any good spots?
>You know, the last few wells I’ve taken, it’s been like... whoosh, power, but then I can’t really... get to it. You feel me?

>Which is kinda screwy, it's supposed to be my park and everything, even named after me.

>>41554653
>>You know, the last few wells I’ve taken, it’s been like... whoosh, power, but then I can’t really... get to it. You feel me?
>I mean, I can still use them to teleport around the country and I'm getting the well perks and demon powers like normal, but the raw magic bump just ain't happening.
>Maybe this has something to do with me being a gas guzzler? I dunno.

>>41554068
> I’m going to pass out again, wake me up when there’s some huge trees or whatever.
> I’m going to pass out again, wake me up when there’s some huge trees or whatever.

>>41554653
>>Hey. I’m supposed to be the one excited about landwells. You’re stealing my thunder. (Add thunder sounds)
just for the image of it.
>>Okay, so now that I’m not dead, what was the deal with you and that paper mill last night? I mean seriously.

>>41554653
>Okay, so now that I’m not dead, what was the deal with you and that paper mill last night? I mean seriously.
>You know, the last few wells I’ve taken, it’s been like... whoosh, power, but then I can’t really... get to it. You feel me?

Still wondering what our new trait is. Hoping it isn't just [Hindered]

>>41554653
>Okay, so now that I’m not dead, what was the deal with you and that paper mill last night? I mean seriously.
>What’s the word on where the wells are? Any good spots?
>You know, the last few wells I’ve taken, it’s been like... whoosh, power, but then I can’t really... get to it. You feel me?

None of our wells were hindered until the Mana-corrupted Sprite showed up.

Thing's probably eating our power.

>>41554653
>Hey. I’m supposed to be the one excited about landwells. You’re stealing my thunder. (Add thunder sounds)
>What’s the word on where the wells are? Any good spots?


Later when we are queen bitch of hell Xan will remind us how goofy we are. inb4 Xan dies

>>41554805
>>41554744
Let's bring those up. It is really weird that the PP is the main thing getting tamped on in this latest round of claims.

So is Sierra going to fly around and make fighter jet noises when she first flies?

>>41555163
I am surprised she hasn't gone hang gliding and done this.

>>41555352
Gota start with tandem

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Wait, I just remembered something.
Fighter jets IRL have horrible fuel efficiency.
sierra has horrible magic power efficiency.
this can't be a coincidence.

>>41555734
Sierra is too goddamn expensive! We've got plenty of Ro and Harvey left over. We can just modernize those!

“Hey. I’m supposed to be the one excited about landwells. You’re stealing my thunder.” And if you didn’t get your point across, you add thunder and lightning sound effects just in case.

“How long are you - ”

Your thunder interrupts Vikrama’s question.

“Darling, I love you, but you really have to let it go,” she says seriously.

You give up the storm. “But seriously though. Now that I’m not dead, what was the deal with you and that paper mill last night? Eye of the tiger?”

Vikrama smiles widely. “We decided it was time to leave, and there was a lot of paper, and I’d just learned how to do tigers, so... one thing led to another. Boom! Tigers everywhere!”

“There was only one tiger,” Moriah corrects her.

“That’s so freaking cool,” you say. “My Tiger’s not even a real tiger. He’s just an Abyssal Needle-spined Shalbaan.”

“Vikrama’s tiger wasn’t a real tiger either,” Moriah points out.

“Well, it was Moriah’s tiger as much as it was mine,” says Vik. “I’d never done anything that ginormous before, and she’s double my mysticalness, so she did the heavy lifting. She plays it cool and secretive, but she totally could have owned the school senior year if she turned her dark powers to charm and subterfuge.”

Moriah is not amused by this joke. “Dark powers don’t exist. Magic can’t be inherently evil or good until someone uses it to do something.”

Like death magic, for example. Mori didn’t say it, but that’s what she’s thinking, you know it. “Anyway, as much as I am pumped for landwells and not begin attacked by Cthulu Lovecraft junk, I haven’t really been getting the bang for my node nexus collection buck,” you say. “The last few wells I took up, it’s been like... whoosh, power, but then I can’t really... get to it. Like. I think my body’s reacting to it and I’m changing a little, but it’s just sitting inside my chest. You feel me?”

Mori’s looks back at you. “It could be that well sprite that was on Fresno Dome.”

>>41556008

“Is that a euphemism for saying I picked up landwell STDs?”

“Let’s hope not,” she murmurs to herself.

“So long as you’re claiming wells, we can figure it out later,” says Rowan. “You do have them claimed, right? They’re legitimately yours?”

“You saw ‘em turn color. I can tell you it’s partly cloudy and... it’s going to rain a little bit later today at the lake, even if it is summer,” you say. “Unless the wind keeps picking up. Then it’ll blow over.”

“The abilities you gain from being a landmaster are so... multifaceted,” Xanissil says. But you’re pretty sure she’s giving you sass, with her dumb Eureka hat tugged low over her brow

“Who do you think you are going around picking up words like ‘multifaceted’?” you ask.

Xan gives a toothsome smile, and provides no answer.

You rolls your eyes at her. “Ugh. Uuuughh,” you complain.

“Mind if I do some music?” asks Ro. “I didn’t want to wake you up, but now that you are awake, I kind of need something to drown you out.”

Vikrama laughs. “Just no country.”

“Seriously, it’s just like one song,” Ro says, suddenly super defensive.

You pat Reeber on the head. “Get ready for the long haul, bud.

--

You manage to refrain from skipping down the forest trail. Trees everywhere. And not little trees, either. They’re big, they’re red, and they shoot up like great, oaken columns holding up the sky above. It’s like you’re in a freaking pantheon of living lumber.

“Guys, slow down or run off already, you’re killing us” Vikrama yells from the back.

You glance back, realizing all the mortals are at the back. And all the Hellions.

Vikrama’s not as tired as she lets on, but Moriah is definitely puffing it up the trail. Squishy wizards will squish, you guess.

>>41556025

“We’re here though,” you say, pointing through the trees at the base of a giant, precarious sequoia growing from the corpses of its brethren. The mammoth is up on half a hill, half of which has been washed away by a little stream, exposing ancient roots older than antiquity. There’s a little boardwalk around the scene, with a little plaque with notes on it.

More interestingly, though, there’s a freaking landwell hovering midair about twenty feet off the ground, next to the tree. It’s all silvery and ripe for the claiming, you guess. At some point it must have been on top of the hill, but the hill’s long gone from under it.

Two peeps in bright blue jackets and running shorts stand by the tree taking gross cutesy couple photos, unaware of the unfathomable cosmic power mere yards away.

“What do you think would happen if I touched the well?” Vik asks, suddenly not out of breath at all. “You think I’d claim it?”

“What do you think would happen if I claimed the well?” Xan asks, putting express emphasis on herself. “Would I sprout a fiery hoop? A visage of thorns?”

Ro gets in on the hypothetical discussion too.

Moriah heaves herself up to the crest of the hill, and stares forward. “They’re... so pretty,” she breathes, holding herself on a tree for a moment while she catches her breath. The lush ferns by her feet seem to curl away and wilt at her presence.

That’s not a good sign. But you're pretty sure it's the kind of thing Moriah knows how to deal with on her own. You think.

>Say stuff (?)
>Figure out how you’re going to claim that well. (?)
>Other (?)

>>41556078
>Figure out how you’re going to claim that well.
Wait for the couple to bugger off then clime the tree and jump.

>Say stuff (?)
"You okay over there Moriah?"

>>41556078
>>Figure out how you’re going to claim that well. (?)
Tree climbing and maybe some ropes.

>>41556078
Give mooriah a granola bar or something

>>41556078
>Wait for the people to go away
>"Who's up for a human pyramid?"

Or climb up the side of the tree with our claws like we do in Muir and tag it with a tentacle.

Or I guess we could try to get Ro to fly us up to it.

>>41556078
>Figure out how you’re going to claim that well. (?)
The concerns of mortals are as the worries of mayflies, they will leave soon for more cutesy photos.

Then we do the human(?) pyramid.
There's no way it could go wrong.

>>41556078
>Figure out how you’re going to claim that well. (?)
Climb a tree for some extra height and jump, Stepping of the Aether if necessary.

>>41556078
>Say stuff (?)

"You'd probably just end up more on fire Xan.

But feel free to try, assuming any of you can find it, because you can't, because it's mine."

Ask Mor if she's cool. Also doublecheck the area for odd magic stuff with our magic senses and Landmaster senses, just in case.

To get the well, wait for the stupid people to leave, climb up, touch it with a combination of shadow tendrils, jumping and SotA.

>>41556078
>Get drunk
>Climb tree
> ???
>Profit

>>41556078
The well is 20 feet off the ground.

Sierra is 5'11, higher in demon height, which means she should be able to reach ~9ft if she stretches up. Her shadow tentacles can extend from any part of her body, so that's 4m more length from her fingertips. 4m is ~13ft.

All Sierra has to do is stand on her tip toes and stretch. Treejumping is retarded and will get us slammed into the ground hard when the well does it's post-claim force pulse.

>>41556309
>4m
Oh wait. They're only 2m.

Still, all we have to do is get on someone's shoulders to make up the height. Just have Xan pick us up.

>>41556334
Or she could just double jump off the ground. That has less chance of resulting in a nasty landing. Probably.

>>41556334
>Xan, I'm going to need you to toss me...

>Don't tell the Seraph

>>41556334
Or ride Reeber and jump + tentacle boost.

>the cute couple are a Bonnie and Clyde landmaster duo
Shit

>>41556456
Where do you get that from?

>>41556181
>granola
>not a snickers bar

"Mori, eat a snickers bar. You get all deathly and stuff when you're hungry."

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>>41557059

Is languid kill?

>>41557200
Probably just a big update.
Pls new powers

>>41557211
We haven't gotten any big changes from the past 3 wells we claimed. Maybe the power is just settling in.

Sorry about the unexplained disappearance. Something came up. But I'm back.

>>41557264
The evening grass beckons him!

>>41557264
finished writing or just starting or halfway through?

>>41557280

I disappeared after I posted, and now I'm reading everything. So if you're deathly tired, go to sleep.

>>41557287
Do I need to post the koi m8.

>>41557287
Nah just curious. Gonna go make food.

>>41557305
There is a joke here that I am not getting.

>>41557323
Koi. They're fish. It really ought to be obvious. You aren't slow or something, right?

>>41557343
fuck off you know what I mean.

>>41557354
Look, if you can't immediately grasp the connection between oversized ornamental carp and sleep deprivation, I don't know what to tell you.

It's some dumb youtube video of a bunch of thrashing carp being fed with shitty screamo layered on top. The line goes "WE WILL NEVER SLEEP, 'CAUSE SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK / NO WE WILL NEVER REST, 'TIL WE'RE ALL FUCKING DEAAAAD"

>>41557408
Oh ok, thanks anon.

>>41556373
I like you.

So, there gonna be anymore updates tonight or what?

>>41557764
Midnight weeding is a painstaking process that must not be rushed. Have faith, seedling.

>>41557764
See the last 15 posts.

>>41557764
Give it 20 minutes, posts should be up latest by then.

You fish a Snickers out of your backpack. “Hey Mori, snack up,” you say, carefully handing it to her with your shadow. You know better than to throw things at her, but you don’t feel like being stung by ambient death energies right now. Although... you’re not certain if your shadow qualifies in the same way as living tissue versus Moriah radiation. Maybe you should have thrown it at her.

“I’m fine,” Mori says, standing up a bit straighter as she take the candy bar.

You cough surreptitiously and nod at where she’s leaning on the tree.

Mori pushes off, finding she’s left a blackened, crumbling handprint on the bark. Then she takes note of the suffering plants, and dances backwards out of surprise.

“Just take it easy,” you say.

Moriah takes a ponderous breath, and with some reluctance, tears open the Snickers.

You let her do her thing and join the others, who are still musing about landwell craziness. “It’s not that hard people,” you say. “Xan, you’d just start being on fire. Ro, you’d get another pair of wings. Vik, you’d...” you look more critically at your friend.

“I’d... what?” she asks. “Would I become a being of pure energy like the main dude in Powder?”

“Well, probably not with one well. At least. I don’t think that’s how it works for pure humans,” you say. You catch passing glimpse of Reeber in his furry disguise prowling through the ferns and clover in the distance through the woods. “Uh. Anyway. Who the hell are Bonnie and Clyde over there?”

Rowan groans. “Guh. Tourists.”

Xan glares at them with distaste, though with a gleam of humor in her eye. “Fleeting mortals, scurrying about their transient existence, endlessly pursuing cute Facebook status update images.”

You check your invisible watch. “Well. Let’s give it five minutes and then chase ‘em out of here. I got a tree to climb.”

>>41557811

--Five minutes later--

“They’re leaving,” Moriah observes. You’re not sure if she’s better or not. She makes sure to maintain a good six foot distance from you and everyone else. If there’s a problem though, she’d let you know.

Anyway, true to her word, you spot the last glimpse of the couple hiking out.

“Parkour parkour,” you shout, running down the brief slope and sprinting toward the tree, claws out. You leap onto the side, dig your claws into the bark, and scurry up the side like some kind of tree-scurrier. “Ranthix totally fell for a tree ambush this once,” you shout down to your companions. You already spent the last few minutes scoping everything out so you didn’t get ambushed or something dumb.

“I have never encountered trees of such stature in Inferia or the lands of Old Chthonia,” Xan observes, shouting back up at you. “Our forests are wretched things in comparison to these misty giants – even Ra-ra – “ she cuts herself off. “Rax, has conveyed to me his impressions.”

You reach the top. You can almost reach the landwell with your shadow, but you’ll have to let go of the tree.

“You want me to fly up there?” Rowan asks.

“I’ve got this,” you say. “Parkour!”

You leap off the tree, slam dunk the landwell with a starry burst of flaring red light, get zapped with mystic crimson you forest powers, and take a couple of descending steps midair to slow your descent. Except you catch something on a tree branch, because your shirt catches on something and wind up tearing it, the air getting you on the way back down.

You touch down lightly by the stream, behind the half-eroded hill, about to assess your battle damage.

Vikrama steps around the base of the hill to make sure you didn’t land face first and die. “What exactly... was...” she trails off and stops.

You dust little bits of tree bark off your knees and give a grin. “Just some sweet style moves,” you say.

>>41557811
Xan, you flawless creature

>>41557825

And then you notice how she’s staring at you. Everyone else comes around a second later, though they assume a similar look.

“What are you guys...” you stop yourself. You look back at the tree. There are no tree branches for another fifty feet or whatever.

Oh.

OH.

You grab for your back.

“Wings wings wings,” you mutter. You run your claws over your shoulders, then down your shoulder blades. You hit an angle – a bony joint. “Sweet mercy,” you breathe.

Rowan smiles at you with a big, silly grin. “Yep.”

You run your hand up, grab one of your new limbs, and pull it into view. Except it kind of tugs at your back, and you wind up almost falling over instead of getting a look at it.

“Look at her go,” says Moriah, smiling despite herself.

“Have any of you ever played Starcraft?” asks Vik.

Rowan glances over. “What?”

Moriah gives Vik an unfriendly look. “Don’t say anything.”

As for Xan, she just watches you with a tight, implacable grin.

Reeber bounds over at the commotion, trotting through the stream to give you a curious look.

>I can fucking fly.
>Maybe try to get a look at yourself in the stream. Or like in somebody’s phone. Get a picture.
>Now I am officially the most kickass badass on the face of the seven planes, or however they say that.
>Stretch forth your wings and take to the skies!
>Who’s jelly? You all totes jells.
>Why aren’t you guys freaking out? I’m freaking out. Look at me freaking the hell out.
>Other (?)

>>41557825
>“What exactly... was...” she trails off and stops
Distracted by our KICKASS WINGS?

>>41557859
YES
THIS WAS WORTH STAYING UP FOR!

>Stretch forth your wings and take to the skies!

>>41557859
>>I can fucking fly.
>>Maybe try to get a look at yourself in the stream. Or like in somebody’s phone. Get a picture.
>>Now I am officially the most kickass badass on the face of the seven planes, or however they say that.
>>Stretch forth your wings and take to the skies!

>>41557859
>I can fucking fly
>Stretch forth your wings and take to the skies!
>I CAN FUCKING FLY
>Who’s jelly? You all totes jells.
>Why aren’t you guys freaking out? I’m freaking out. Look at me freaking the hell out.
>freak the hell out
IT'S.
HAPPENING.

>>41557859
>I can fucking fly!
>Why aren’t you guys freaking out? I’m freaking out. Look at me freaking the hell out.
>Stretch forth your wings and take to the skies!

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>>41557859
Ahhhhh yeeeeeah. Motherfucking skeleton wings. Spoopiest on the market.

>>41557896
inb4 they are fucking useless.
bet we could merc some punks with them, tho

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>>41557859
>I can fucking fly.
>Maybe try to get a look at yourself in the stream. Or like in somebody’s phone. Get a picture.
>Who’s jelly? You all totes jells.

I thought it would never happen.

If we light them on fire in flight, will we generate extra lift?

>>41557859
>>Maybe try to get a look at yourself in the stream. Or like in somebody’s phone. Get a picture.

>>41557914
Actually probably yeah. Not stealthy at all though.

>>41557859
>Now I am officially the most kickass badass on the face of the seven planes, or however they say that.
>Stretch forth your wings and take to the skies!

>>41557859
>>I can fucking fly.
>>Maybe try to get a look at yourself in the stream. Or like in somebody’s phone. Get a picture.
>>Now I am officially the most kickass badass on the face of the seven planes, or however they say that.
>>Stretch forth your wings and take to the skies!
In that order. We need descriptions, or similar pics.

>>41557859
>... Fuck. Harvey was right, and I'm going to have to admit it.

>Maybe try to get a look at yourself in the stream. Or like in somebody’s phone. Get a picture.
>Who’s jelly? You all totes jells.
>Stretch forth your wings and take to the skies!

Also, pet the Reeber and give him a hug, a WING HUG! Because we can do that now.

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>>41557859
Like dis?

>>41557859
>“Have any of you ever played Starcraft?” asks Vik.
Please tell me this means that the skeletal wings with shadow membrane actually happened.

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>>41557859
>>41557950
or dis?

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>>41557950
More like

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>>41557950
prolly closer to Kerrigan's

>>41557956
I will nut so hard if it did, I'm not even joking. I've been edging for two hours and I'm on a hair trigger.

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>>41557950
>>41557960
Or this but with a shadow membrane.

>>41557961
>>41557962
>>41557979
They better have some sort of membrane (be it shadow or bat like). My physics will be angry otherwise.

Whaat if the wings don't have a membrane, and they arent telling us.

>>41557961
That's actually probably what we're gonna look like when all is said and done.

>>41557999
The wings caught air and slowed our descent. Unless it's magical no-membrane-works-anyway wings, then they got one.

You grab Reeber’s face. “You have any idea what this means?! I can fucking fly, man!”

You’re starting to become more aware of what’s going on in the space behind you. Your wings are absurdly light – you thought they’d throw off your balance a bit, like your tail, but they’re so light and airy. You can feel the breeze slipping past the bones.

“Fucking take a picture now, cause I’m off to the skies,” you say, spreading your wings as best you can and preparing to do a running takeoff like you’ve seen Rowan do like a hundred times.

Except Rowan steps in your way. “Woah woah woah,” she says, hands raised. “Nobody’s flying anywhere.”

“Out of the way, this is the day of my recknoning! And it’s not that hard, I’ve got ultimate reflexes,” you say, trying to edge past her for a clear runway. “I was there for all those dumb flying lessons too, even if I wasn’t the one doing the flying.”

Xan walks over, filming everything on her phone. “Say ‘terror of the skies’,” she directs, readying for a picture.

You do a badass pose, trying to get your wings in a good position and stuff for what should be a pretty sweet picture. “Check it,” you say, smugly.

Xan snaps the photo.

“Let me see,” you say greedily, snatching for the phone.

She relinquishes it under your fury.

You check yourself out. All cool and... geeze, your hair looks like crap. But no, wings, that’s the important thing – great skeletal things, you feel their long segments gently clicking against each other. Ye – wait.

“No,” you say firmly, almost desperately.

>>41558152

You grip the phone in hand and twist around, finally summoning enough dexterity in your wing bones to move them in front of you so you can see what the hell you have sprouting out of your back.

Long, sharpened bones, much like your claws or your tail – jointed and sharp as a razor, black, rigid bone, like long fingers of a broad hand. Except one problem. There’s no flesh or material or anything binding them together

“How do I get the membrane stuff to come out?” you ask, almost in a panic.

“Sierra...” Ro says, ineffectually.

“You don’t,” Moriah tells you.

Xan tries to keep herself from snickering, but does a poor job despite the horror of your situation. “Spindle wings lack the flesh,” she says. “Splitblooded winged Infernus are sometimes born with them. They’re flightless.”

>NOO!
>Shut up, Xan! Can’t believe you took that stupid picture of me thinking I had real freaking wings.
> I could... I could like. Stretch my shadow over them. Or... uh.
>Why is everything always more claws? I’m already made of knives!
>Well, maybe the uh, the next well, maybe they’ll go real then, yeah?
>It’s going to be kind of hard to fit back in the car without a glamor.
>I don’t want your sass. Flightless or not, I have freaking wings.
>Harvey called it, little bastard.
>Other (?)

[I really have to sleep. Sorry for the delay. I'll post on Twitter when I know when I can run again.]

>>41558160
>FUCK
>I could... I could like. Stretch my shadow over them. Or... uh.

>>41558160
>Why is everything always more claws? I’m already made of knives!
>Harvey called it, little bastard.

>>41558007
You were saying.

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>>41558160
>NOO!

>>41558160
>NOO!
> I could... I could like. Stretch my shadow over them. Or... uh.
>Why is everything always more claws? I’m already made of knives!

>>41558160
Stretch our shadow across it and attempt to fly anyway.

>>41558175
Stretched over instinctively during the fall and dissipated afterwards.

>>41558160
>I could... I could like. Stretch my shadow over them. Or... uh.
>Harvey called it, little bastard.
>It’s going to be kind of hard to fit back in the car without a glamor.

>>41558160
>> I could... I could like. Stretch my shadow over them. Or... uh.
We shall try. Stretch our shadow across and try to fly. if we can do a normal takeoff we climb the tree and try.

>>41558160
>... Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
>Harvey called it, little bastard.
>Why is everything always more claws? I’m already made of knives!
>It’s going to be kind of hard to fit back in the car without a glamor.
> I could... I could like. Stretch my shadow over them. Or... uh.

>>41558160
>> I could... I could like. Stretch my shadow over them. Or... uh.
We have to try.

>>41558160
>Maybe they're not done yet. When I first got claws they were just on my hands. Now they're all the way up my arms.
>Yeah. Just a few more wells and the rest of em'll grow in. Yeah.
inb4 we grow a second and third pair of spindle wings without getting the membrane.
Or I guess we could just do the shadow thing.

I swear on the bones of my forefathers. Before this quest is over, Seirra will fly.

If we end this road trip without the ability to fly we immediately begin research into various magical methods of flight.

Worst case scenario we have Harvey make us a magical jetpack.

NOOOOOOOOO

>>41558226
The only way we're flying is if we get a jet fighter.

>>41558160
>I don’t want your sass. Flightless or not, I have freaking wings.
> I could... I could like. Stretch my shadow over them. Or... uh.
>It’s going to be kind of hard to fit back in the car without a glamor.

>>41558256
nigger i will fight you.

>>41558160
>Xan I will fucking stab you with my flightless wings.

>>41558310
no kidding,
Xan this is NOT the time for your sass

>>41558160
> I could... I could like. Stretch my shadow over them. Or... uh.
>Why is everything always more claws? I’m already made of knives!

If we can stretch the shadows over the bone to form a membrane, maybe we could do a Batman Arkham City gliding type of thing.

>>41558160
>I'm gonna Buzz Lightyear this shit until it works.

>>41558237
That's hardly a worst case scenario at all.

>>41558160
Saw them off.

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>>41558457
But then we can't use them to fly at all!

>>41558448
Yea but it means we can't fly without armor. I'd rather be able to do it at any and all times.

>>41558160
>>NOO!
> I could... I could like. Stretch my shadow over them. Or... uh.

Is he gonna let us roll for it?

>>41558160
>NOO!
> I could... I could like. Stretch my shadow over them. Or... uh.

>>41558548
I love how there's always someone who misses the "session over" announcement.

>>41558595
'ojhsdfhjbv bCBLHfcbvbhCLSB;V;KBah vnKbsvBKVD;BKv;BKsv;JKvs; K

fuck

>>41558595
It's part of the charm

>>41557825
>“Our forests are wretched things in comparison to these misty giants – even Ra-ra – “ she cuts herself off.

We have to start calling Ranthix Ra-ra from now on

>>41558627
Now imagine toddler-Xan and her bro sitting on Ra-ra's knee, listening to tales of his conquests.

>>41558627
He'd kick our ass so hard. Shit.

>>41558644
Would be worth it.

>>41558627
That was obviously Xan trying to bait us. Don't fall for it.

Our wings really seem like a liability. Seems like they would restrict movement like a motherfucker and they seem awfully fragile. If an enemy gets a hold of them would be pretty easy to just snap.

>>41558649
Totes

>>41558669
even if we could use them to fly, they'd be a liability 95% of the time. But theyre awesome, so still worth it even if they are useless

>>41558160
>Cry

I went to bed before the wings post? Goddamnit.

>>41561181
They're not even real wings.

>>41558160
>Why is everything always more claws? I’m already made of knives!
>Other (?) Use any and all magics to try and make them flight-worthy. Or at least glideable.

Wonder if we could use them as extra retail for blood magic?

>>41558160
>>I don’t want your sass. Flightless or not, I have freaking wings.
> I could... I could like. Stretch my shadow over them. Or... uh.
>Harvey called it, little bastard.

>>41561181
They're not wings, just a second pair of armored-up, nasty-ass claws.

We have four arms now - two arms capable of fine manipulation, and two arms with meter-long sword-claws.

>>41563513
Depends on how durable they are, how large they are, and the range of movement and speed of movement we can get out of them.

if they're like this pic then we're fucked>>41557961

A scaled down version of that might not be too bad but we gotta be able to keep them in close for when we have to be able to move fast/grapple/move anywhere even slightly confined.

>>41563723
Oh, they might not actually be useful for anything, mind you. But calling them 'wings' instead of 'clawed arms' is disingenuous.

>>41562699
>Wonder if we could use them as extra retail for blood magic?
Since they seem to be all bone i seriously doubt it.

>>41563742
I have not given up on stretching our shadow across them. We have quite a bit of redistributable space there and it makes sense to be able to use it like that.

And if we fail right now we need to try again when it's dark out.

At the very least we could use it to glide. and combine that with our stepping of the Aether might be pretty good.

What kind of wings did Mom have?

>>41558298
Like the aforementioned jet?

>>41551686
Whose hurt? your hurt

Queen of Blades fuck year!

>>41558160
>Harvey called it, little bastard.
>Why is everything always more claws? I’m already made of knives!

> I could... I could like. Stretch my shadow over them. Or... uh.